#nigellecter

              Quite honestly it took Anna a moment to remember what her BLOOD TYPE was at all. She couldn’t recall any time in particular when someone had informed her of what her blood type was. Not even her physicians happened to inform her when she was in the middle of a checkup, or the odd times when she really needed stitches that she couldn’t do herself so she made up shitty excuses of where they had come from to begin with. Sometimes it happened on the job, other times because she was in fights - sometimes she happened to instigate them, but that was neither her nor there. Even her medical records she was sent home with at the end of an exam didn’t state her type. All it said was that her calcium levels needed to be worked on sometimes, but she was doing fantastic with her gluclose and cholesterol levels for an American, as they were stereotyped for living off of fast food and sugar. According to science, the obesity reports were high, but Anna wasn’t chugging sodas and Big Macs all of the time either.

               Anyways, she she as a SMUGGLER. She didn’t work for some underground company that had her best interests and well being in mind. They didn’t need to know everything in case something happened and she needed a blood transfusion or God forbid a new organ. She certainly didn’t get millions of dollars either. Anna was a freelancer. Trusted clients called her when there was a job and she got half at the start and the second half when the job was done. Smuggling wasn’t easy, but she had learned from the best and had filled his shoes when he DISAPPEARED.

Send ‘What happened?’ for a starter of my muse injured 

The soft tink! of rain bounding off the metal plating on his ped was deafening in his audials. Well, the one that was working anyway. The yellow mech slowly dragged his stabilizer closer to his chest as he hissed in pain but managed to pull his ped from the rain.

Self repair systems offline … Rebooting  …▮

The sound of a train above him was even louder than the rain but there was nothing he could do about that. Not until his self repair systems came online to fix what they could. Not only were his audials damaged but so was his stabilizer … there was no way he would be able to transform and get out of the city let alone this parking lot.

That bit of information he kept to himself when he was asked what happened to him. The human that approached him was young, young enough to not be much of a threat, even while Bee was injured.

Self repair systems online …

❝Decepticons,❞ he answered slowly as his hearing slowly came back as a low tone before clearing up and being completely restored, ❝it was an ambush,❞ he added.

send me “moan” and i’ll generate a number ! \ \  accepting until sinday !

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12 for @nigellecter: your muse goes down on mine

Halloween was a wonderful holiday. In America, families dressed their children in scary outfits--or their favorite superhero or idol--and then sent them off to collect treats from real life serial killers, rapists, and abusers. There was a remarkable, almost child-like, idiocy to it all. Yet it was also the time when everyone wore masks, and those who wore a mask daily, could remove theirs--even if only for a day. 

Hannibal wore his mask in plain sight for that evening’s adventure. With his brother’s arrival in town, there was really only one way he could spend the holiday. It had been some time since he’d allowed himself to hunt, and he had a long list of those who he deemed worthy to meet his harpy. That and he had a dinner party that weekend to prepare for.

A few of them were present at the same party that he and his good brother, Nigel, were attending. Dressed with a Venetian style in mind, Hannibal scanned the area slowly. Due to the depths his mask went, it was almost impossible to see the glint of his maroon eyes beneath. The only problem with his mask . . . is that it didn’t exactly make drinking wine or consuming food all that easy. At least, not without removing the mask. 

                     Already a tad clumsy Dolores tried balancing the serving tray on her arm, nimble fingers holding the edge carefully as she tried looking past the man in hope to find another way past without interrupting- but to no avail.   ❛ —- sir, please excuse me. I fear this tray is gettin’ a little heavy, and I need to be at the table behind you. Could I please pass through ? ❜

Neon Aesthetics | Mads Mikkelsen as Nigel in The Necessary Death of Charlie Countryman (2013) 

Is it true what they say, Charlie? Better to have loved and lost and all that?

⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼┢ Nigel Lecter  ┩

@nigellecter

He remembered everything about that night. From the sudden agony that erupted through him as the Dragon’s blade sunk into the flesh of his cheek and shoulder, to the thrill of the hunt that made the creature inside of him purr as its presence and power were finally accepted, and finally, to the sting from the saltwater that acted like ACID against his open bleeding wounds: he remembered it ALL. Such a memory would never erase itself from his mind. No- it would linger as another testament to the final stage of his becoming. Yet, it was the day that Will Graham SHOULD have died. He simply could not fathom the possibility of living with the beast that he became and had the last possible move to eliminate Hannibal Lecter. Clearly, there would NEVER, in the history of all games, be a true victor when it came to the two them. At least, he’s made peace with that and has managed to delete any ounce of curiosity concerning the cannibal from his mind. Nonetheless, the haunting nightmares would never leave him in peace. They seemed determined to rip him clean of any sanity that he may have left. It’s what kept him awake every night, and tonight, was no exception. 

Each of his footfalls sunk into the layer of snow that had piled onto the ground beneath him, shielding the fallen leaves from sight as he went along. The cold bit harshly into the exposed portions such as his face and wrists, but he paid no mind. The frigid temperatures were something that he rarely complained about. He was from Virginia after all, a place that was used to getting snow-covered winters and freezing conditions that could make someone, who wasn’t used to the shivery winds, instantly escape in search of someplace much warmer. However, the winters of Norway failed to fully strike a nerve with him. His pack of 4 dogs (who were once strays) bounded around him happily, frolicking like young wolf pups in the icy landscape, making joyful barks and yelps. Will’s hands were shoved into his pockets, for he had forgotten to grab the pair of gloves before heading out for a walk with his only companions. He must have really been in a hurry to escape the confinements of his house. It was almost as if the very night terrors lived inside the walls of that small cabin, settled perfectly in the woods. 

Every breath he took chilled the inside of his esophagus and seemed to momentarily burn his lungs. He’s dressed appropriately for this night stroll, with a fully black wool coat, tight-fitting dark pants, and snow boots. He blended perfectly in with the atmosphere of the night and could appear as nothing but a shadow against his surroundings. His exhales appeared like steam as his breath touched the frigid conditions outside of the warmth that belonged to his body. The whisp of momentary smoke disappeared within a matter of seconds, leaving no trace that it ever existed. The winter was truly a beautiful, yet deadly time of year. Perhaps, that was the very reason why he felt so connected to the season. It could be dangerous if one wasn’t careful enough. 

The stature of his cabin loomed within the darkness, breaking through the trees and Will’s shoulders seemed to relax as he neared the structure. A gust of wind blew, ruffling his longed dark chocolate curls, and suddenly, his dogs stopped in their tracks. The alpha canine stepped forward, with her nose twitching to filter the scents that traveled on the breezes. Her body became stiff and soon the rest followed, with tension gathering within their muscles and their eyes becoming widened. Will had stopped with them, sensing their strange demeanor and blinked his dark sapphires in a curious manner. What was the matter? Clearing his throat, he continued forward, settling that the dogs might react upon entering the house, which would be a sign that something was truly off.