Here Are About 100+ Gifs Of The Beautiful Hugh Dancy, Better Known For Being Will Graham In Hannibal.

💙 Newborn wings. on 500px by Natalia Malinko, Puebla, México ☀  NIKON D700-f/13-1/160s-105mm-iso500, 800✱1202px-rating:91.2

WikiFur doesn’t have a name on file so I guess they’re just called bug-furries (or exoskellie, a proposed name from this tumblr user over here) are u suggesting something

What’s the insect species equivalent to the term “furry”??

Please reblog if you are a Hannibal RP Blog

Making a master list, if you want to be included reblog or send in an ask.

Jesus.  Alright, how's this?: I'd like to know why you're so keen on fucking me.  Let's start there.

Alright then. What would you like to know?

Will watches the flex and roll of Hannibal’s muscles for a few moments; the suggestion beneath his shirt, the tightening sinews of his arms.  He removes his own jacket, folding it over one of the kitchen stools.  Instead of rolling up his sleeves, he undoes the buttons of his shirt and discards it the same way; he stretches his arms, now feeling a little freer in just his undershirt.

“You think this’ll be enough, then?”  He stirs the chocolate with a wooden spoon, turning it over to keep the temperature even.  It occurs to him that, at a previous time and place in their lives, Will might have had an issue with Hannibal having an entire bowl of chocolate ready for this.  It also occurs to him that he is no longer the Will that would have that issue.

He dips his finger into the chocolate, about up to the second joint, covering it in thick syrup.  He walks over and brings the chocolate up to Hannibal’s lips.  “Tell me how it is.”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

A low, breathy little laugh escapes just as Hannibal collects his plate, “Don’t need to.”

This close, Will can see even clearer the minute changes in Hannibal’s face as he speaks.  Will could watch that for hours, he thinks.  He leans in just a little, so his nose is nearly bumping Hannibal’s.

He says: “I’ll help you with the chocolate,” then abruptly turns and leaves for the kitchen.

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

“ ‘Not-entirely-bull’ is still bull; the most you’re likely to get out of it are the washed out Polaroids of faces and places and old movie plots.

Do your dreams mean something, Dr. Lecter?”

// remember that time i made a will blog for the express purpose of rp-ing with your hannibal and then i completely forgot about it? haha yeah... // [runsonfear]: "Dream analysis is a load of bull and you know that."

“Not entirely. It was Freud who really developed and popularized dream analysis, and while he was wrong about…most everything, we can still use some of what he preached. Analyzing dreams can help to uncover what may be lying at the root of your problems.

Tell me about your dreams, Will.”

This isn’t really that yellow but I took this picture and I’m 110% proud of it

Once Hannibal was close enough, Will reached out slipped his finger behind the knot of his friend's tie. With a tug, he said: "Get this shit off you."

“Could be.  C'mere.”