𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
(a collection of prompts from the TV show “Hannibal”, feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)
TW: murder mention, cannibalism mention
“Just keep it professional.”
“I don’t find you that interesting.”
“God’s terrific.”
“I feel like I’ve dragged you into my world.”
“So maybe I’m not supposed to be in a relationship.”
“Word of advice: it’s easier just to kill ‘em.”
“Yeah, well, we all want things that we can’t have.”
“Well, thank God for small favors.”
“How many people have you killed?”
“Are you going to kill me?”
“You’re not my friend.”
“I never feel guilty eating anything.”
“What exactly am I guilty of?”
“I’m quite the topic of conversation in psychiatric circles.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Oh you’re in trouble, [name].”
“Why did you want to talk to me?”
“He’s not looking for redemption, but revenge.”
“My compliments to the chef.”
“Oh, you think I’m in control?”
“How would killing me make you feel?”
“Where shall we begin?”
“A life without regret would be no life at all.”
“When feasible, one should eat the rude.”
“When the fox hears the rabbit scream, he comes running. But not to help.”
“Walk away, I’ll make no plans to call on you, but if you stay, I will kill you.”
“It’s not that kind of party.”
“Do you believe in God?”
“Nice to hear your voice.”
“You and I have begun to blur.”
“Atta girl.”
“I find the trout to be a very Nietzscheian fish.”
“Play with your food, you give it the opportunity to bite back.”
@maximuses SAID: John lingered in the hospital room as the sun peeked through the blinds, his conversation with Cortana growing silent as they'd discussed everything there was to. At the moment, updates grew slim. Piper still showed no signs of waking up. Her vitals were only stable enough to keep her barely alive. Shore leave was indefinite, that was until one of two things happened: Piper recovered, or she died.
Yet just as the Spartan stood to leave the room, a few soft breaths and the sudden ' CHIEF ' that rang out made him pause. Turn around. And see that Piper had stirred awake. First she looked to Cortana, eyes hazy as the AI sat forward on her terminal. Then she looked to John, who stood armor-less in the doorway. He hesitated at first, unsure if he should return to her bedside or even say anything. Should he alert a doctor? Cortana seemed to preoccupy herself with checking the woman over as is, and after hearing some things about Piper's care... There was hesitation they would even have a reaction to her being awake. It was only when Cortana, in a conversation he had missed, said his name once more (to inform Piper that he was, indeed, not a doctor) that his attention was brought back to the moment. His gaze met Piper's, and he slowly returned to his spot at her side.
"You feel alright?" His expression was soft.
Piper wasn’t sure how long she’d been out for. A weak little groan escaped her. It was a hoarse, crackling sound, her throat sore and dry from so much sleep. Her eyes flickered behind closed lids and her brows furrowed. Little fingers twitched against the sterile white linens, cold and unable to feel the coarse texture of them.
What happened? The last thing she remembered was telling Cortana she felt weird. A wave of nausea and heaviness fell over her, making her stumble. Nothing new. She’d been tired for a few days. A cold wetness was on her lip and raised a hand to wipe at it, thinking it was just a runny nose. When she pulled back, she saw it was blood. Next thing she knew, she had talked down and was… well… she didn’t know.
She whined as she cracked open her eyes only for her blown pupils to be flooded with the bright glow of the fluorescents overhead. She squeezed them shut again, taking a moment to breathe and let the squiggly lines and galaxies clear from her head before moving to actually look around. She could see Cortana nearing by her and smiled weakly. “Hey, Cor… god… how long was I out…?” Upon being told it had been about two weeks, Piper leaned her head back against the pillow and groaned, nodding a bit in understanding. “Sounds about right.”
After a moment, she looked over at the other person in the room- John. She didn’t recognize him clearly, regarding him with all the courteousness of a stranger meeting someone new. She’d never seen him without his armor after all. “Hey, doc… how am I doing?” He was quiet, not responding to her question. It was Cortana who answered her, informing her she’d gone through nearly a pint of blood every day for the last two weeks to replace all that she was losing, and that she’d be on bed rest and a liquid diet until she put on enough weight to be deemed healthy again, and her lab values returned to normal. Oh. And that guy over there was the Chief.
That little footnote had Piper doing a double take. “The-The Chief? That’s the Chief?-“ she moved to sit up, the excitement quickly rising in her voice until the words broke off into a series of hoarse coughs. Cortana was quick to tell the badgebun to lay back down and avoid straining herself since she was still bleeding pretty badly. When asked, the AI responded that they’d been worried about her. That while she hadn’t left Piper’s side, John had come to visit her several times throughout the days to make sure she was okay and being treated well. After all, they had some suspicions that the exposure to the disease was planned but they said nothing or that. When she learned that they were on indefinite leave until she recovered (or died), her ears drooped a bit and she suddenly found herself unable to look him in the eye.
“Sorry… I didn’t mean to keep everyone grounded with my bullshit. I tried to get my poke ahead of time to avoid this, but no one was listening to me…” John cut her off, placing a hand on her arm and insisting she had nothing to apologize for. It wasn’t her fault after all. She turned to offer him a smile, but it was bittersweet. Both from the pain, and the fact that she couldn’t truly believe that. Despite the feeling of guilt that still lingered, she tried to change the subject with a half-hearted joke.
“So, do all the soldiers get to see you out of uniform when they get sick, or is this a special privilege just for me?”
#{ open your eyes : ask } #{ we will rock you : mutual } #maximuses #[ Chief and Piper tbt. ] #{ the private privateer : piper }
usually, you're able to bottle up your emotions and ignore the frustrations. but, after weeks of shoving everything down, your body needs a release, and i pity the poor person who managed to piss you off. it's screaming crying, shouting, kicking lockers, whatever you can do to get it out of your system. it's a whole jean grey moment, fire and fury blasting out of you.
Tagged by: @ruinouss (thank u, your honor 💜)
Tagging: @maximuses (Chief, Kim), @ineffablemuses (Vincent), @lethalmd , @fledermuse (Phil), @the-maverick-deck (Ranni), @raichoose (Tails) and anyone else who’s up for it!
#// i feel mixed about this #// in a larger sense yes #// pip tends to let out her frustration in the moment but holds back the full extent of her fury a lot of the time #// but once that bottle cracks #// ooooo boy... #{ dash games } #{ we will rock you : mutual } #ruinouss #{ scaramouch scaramouch : tagged } #{ the private privateer : piper }
“Does that itch? Because it looks like it itches.” Piper’s referring to all the rust that seems to have built up on some portions of the Bouncer’s helm. Without thinking, she reaches up to gently run her nails across a small portion of it in a light scratching motion. It feels gross under her nails frankly but… she’s curious about the extent of the Big Daddy’s capability of feeling things through his armor. And besides, her nails won’t break so easily. “Someone oughta take a can of CLR to your arse and clean this off’a ya… and by the looks of things, I’m guessing that someone’s gonna have to be me.”
He hadn’t expected the touch, but his body automatically reacts to it and pushes against it. Despite the suit he could actually feel through it albeit not as much as skin-on-skin contact. The rust doesn’t itch, he doesn’t even register it, but the scratching certainly does feel good. A low drawn out groan vibrates in his throat before it morphs into what could possibly be described as a purr.
The Big Daddy was used to this sort of attention from Little Sisters regularly. It had been so long since he had found one that he was touch starved at this point. He’s enjoying the attention far too much to actually listen to what else is said.
#// dawww!! #// he's so sweet! #{ it’s a kind of magic : saved } #{ we will rock you : mutual } #dexdbydxylight #{ the private privateer : piper } #{ v : (bio)shock factor }
rabbit ears twitched upon hearing those words, a SYMPATHETIC FROWN seen as he glanced up at the creature. “Well, wouldn’t that be enough?” mark inquired quietly, sitting along a FLOWERY PATCH within the meadow. “I know you’ve mentioned that you becoming this is a curse…and maybe it’ll be like that forever. It’d never let you be enough because of what it does.” ——— of course, what would that entail about mark himself? what has he become sure as hell isn’t a BLESSING, in hindsight…
he scratched along the back of his head, not wanting to shift it upon himself. ah, mark had NEVER been proficient with these sorts of things. “…What if I don’t want you to change?” he slowly started, shrugging to show his own UNCERTAINTY. “Don’t get me wrong, I wish we could have met under different circumstances. Like, if weren’t like this…but things happen for or with a reason. Most of the time, it’s a bullshit reason.
And for that, I think we should just use it however we can. It’s hard enough in wanting to be better, especially from stuff that’s just way beyond our comprehension in things. I dunno if that makes any sense, but…yeah. You shouldn’t be let down by whatever tries to restrict you. To make you feel hopeless. For me, I think you protecting everything in this forest is good enough for me.”
#// HHHHH HE’S SO SWEET ;A; #{ it’s a kind of magic : saved } #{ we will rock you : mutual } #hcsuffered #mark and brahm : offer me my deathless death ; good god let me give you my life [hcsuffered] #{ the nightcaller : brahm }
// me, who happily just finished adding all the pre-existing bios of my muses to the Google doc: YES
// me, now discovering google sites thanks to @maximuses and realizing it’s easier and infinitely more accessible on now when I have finished that whole process:
// gonna do a bit of editing on the navs today bc I’m unhappy with a certain area of them
#// moving all the lore onto a separate page where I can write all out and add to it whenever #// without having to choke on Tumblr’s garbage tagging system #// ooc
" Of course—Lady Luck is such a slut. Anyway, what's up? "
LIKE and/or REBLOG this post if you’d be interested in interacting CANON CHARACTERS from fandoms such as CYBERPUNK 2077, GRAND THEFT AUTO, FALLOUT, FAR CRY, AND MORE. This blog is friendly to multi-muses, crossovers, and original characters!
#// I’m in tears I did NOT expect you to actually use the hamlet quote I- #// anyways go follow him for more bangers! #{ well versed in etiquette. extraordinarily nice : promo } #maximuses #{ we will rock you : mutual }
Dacia raises her head from where she’s tearing into the roasted, meaty haunch of an elk she had caught earlier and looks towards the dog. The Wolf knows what she’s doing. It brings a cheeky little smile to her face. “Hungry, little one?”
She tears off a generous hunk of meat with her teeth and tosses it towards the canine. Then another. Then another. Each piece falls a little closer to the killer. “There ya go. Eat up.”
She had a soft spot for canids like her. Dogs, wolves, coyotes, foxes- all of them were precious in her eyes. She’d never turn one away when they were hungry. “You look famished, pup. Are you out here all by yourself?”
SHE’S STARING intently at them as they eat, even inching her head closer and closer–only to look away once they catch her peeping. what? she’s not doing anything.
#{ response } #// hiii don’t mind me #// I love your muses and I would love to write with them #// marmalade and mutt are so precioussss 😭❤️ #{ the wolf : dacia } #{ v : dead by daylight // main }
❝Ohhh, I’m handsome, huh?❞ Laughing at the question. ❝That how you pick people up? Shoot ‘em, play doctor, and then shoot your shot?❞
He had already given the “Thunderdog” enough shit, but ehhh what’s a little more pokin’? Can’t do a good thing in this city without getting some kind of flack for it, at least comin’ from him it was just a little joking.
❝Yamazaki’s fine. As for what I’m doin’, I live here. Not here here, but in the city. I was going to look into a job, but now that I have a hole in my arm probably best I don’t, right? There’ll always be more, not a big fan of bein’ a driver anyway. Not unless the one I’m escorting wants to end up in a ditch, but if that’s the case I’m the perfect man for the job.❞
Volt laughed at the implication. “If it were that easy, I wouldn’t be running a chop shop like this. I’d be sitting in the lap of some corpo mutt, sipping expensive wine from a twentieth story balcony and playing princess over the traffic below.”
She walked back over to the car she’d been working on about an hour earlier and pressed the button on the lift mechanism to bring it back down. She was long done with working away at the mechanisms under it anyway. Might as well have it back on the ground and ready to roll for when its owner came back for it in a few.
“Yamazaki. Fine name. Mind if I shorten it to Yama?” She smirked, coming to sit on the hood of the vehicle with one leg dangling off it. “Yeah, not many legit places willin’ to hire someone with an injury. But if it’s work you’re lookin’ for, I might be able to hook you up. If, of course, you don’t mind the fact that they don’t come with a 401k or extra benefits like insurance or whatever the big names are offering. Nah, just big lumps of cold hard eddies. Whaddaya say? Interested?”
Volt didn’t fancy herself a fixer of any type but… she kinda like the guts on this guy. Plus, she figured it was only right to try and find him something considering she had just taken any future job prospects of his right off the table with that dirty shot of hers.
#{ thread } #scrpentsun #{ the lone nomad : volt } #{ v : cyberpunk // main }
It was hard not to stare in awe at the scene and just how fierce Rayn appeared. After a moment, she was able to snap out of her shock and realize there was still work that needed to be done. Relief that her partner was alright washed over her as she did as she was instructed, removing the man’s gun from nearby and quickly checking for any other items that he might’ve had on him. Satisfied he was clean, she backed away so Rayn could hoist him up and cuff him. There was a look of fear and disbelief on the man’s face and she couldn’t help but smile to herself. Most were quickly intimidated by the beastwalker but still they tried their luck.
“You always make this look so easy,” she jested as she glanced around the room. Carefully, she walked back over the mess they and the man and they had created and followed them out. The man’s continuous struggling was only making it harder for himself and she wanted to make sure that nothing happened while they were on their way to the card.
“No need to worry about me,” she offered a large grin. While still a bit shaken by the close call she was quick to recover and move on. Close calls were all part of the job and kept her on her toes and honestly it humbled her a bit. It could have ended a lost worse and reminded her that people were fucking crazy and it was best to always be mindful. “I’m right behind you.”
As they moved down the hall and toward the front entrance she couldn’t help but feel as if something was off. There was an ominous feeling that felt as if they weren’t quite out of danger either. “I got a weird feeling…” Faye spoke as she came to a stop.
“If it looks easy, I’m doing my job right.” She chuffed in response. The continuous struggling of her captured suspect was promptly stopped with a cry of pained surprise on his part. Her nails dug into his skin, hard enough to draw blood. She growled lowly in his ear to stop wiggling and pushed onward, guiding him down the hall and towards the front entrance they came from. She didn’t think much of the desk being empty still. People around here knew to disappear once she showed up. Some said it was because Rayn was an omen. Gossip-hungry scavengers. The more knowledgeable ones had come to understand that it was just the opposite: trouble brought Rayn out or the woodwork. She was trying to do the world a service.
Whatever their opinion, she didn’t much care in the end.
And right now, she was more focused on Faye’s words. Weird feeling? She was about to dismiss it when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck standing up in alarm. Nostrils flared as she sniffed the air. Blood. Dust. Iron. Gunpowder. Gun? No. Knife. Knife! “Faye, get down.” She growled lowly, drawing her gun from its holster. A smooth, swift turn on her heel and she was aiming over the redhead’s, well… head. The barrel pointed just inches away from another figure as they skidded to a stop before her. A figure clad in black chuckled, bringing the blade down in a long swipe that cut her arm and caused her to drop the gun with a hiss and curse.
“Faye! Move!” The man in her arms was flailing with panic and Rayn ended up tossing him to the ground. She lunged forward, grabbing Faye and pushing her out of the way as the knife came down in the now empty space where her neck would have been. That scent. She knew that scent! A rage suddenly filled the wolfwalker, a feral snarl erupting from her throat again as she moved to swipe at the masked figures face. “You motherfucker!” This was an entirely new type of anger, and one uncharacteristic to her at that. This was pure unbridled hatred. Unadulterated fury. The kind of wrath that only came from someone pained by a familiar feeling of injustice at another’s hands.
A thirst for revenge.
#{ thread } #ruinouss #{ the vigilante beastwalker : rayn } #{ v : tbd }
As much as she doesn’t talk much about it, V thinks her life turned into a NIGHTMARE lately. She hadn’t minded much being kicked out of Arasaka because she had always despised them in some ways… or maybe it was mostly because Jackie was at his side. But Jackie is gone now, and she has the construct of Johnny Silverhand trapped in her brain, killing her more and more with each passing second. Of course, she will do all she can to survive this, but it’s gonna be hard, and she needs to remain fully herself until then, though.
Johnny is not that bad, if V decides to ignore the fact that he’s a terrorist who wants her body. Or maybe he doesn’t entirely want it because he told her he wants to help her, but she’s not sure she can TRUST him yet. V has always had a hard time trusting people, and with Dex’s bullshit, it’s probably even worse now.
The other woman approaching her brings V back to reality. She doubts she can truly find something to help her with her problem here, but new netrunner hacks can always be USEFUL. That’s what she has always done, even when she was working for Arasaka. She’s great at hacking and at coding. She offers the other a brief smile. “I’m just looking at what you have here.” She explains, keeping a smirk on her features. “I’m not exactly a netrunner, but almost. We can even say I was still one, a few months ago.”
“Impressive.” The woman chuckles, a corner of her lips quirking up into a small smile. “You’re in good company then. My sister over there and I, we’re solos. Used to be corporate schmucks before we went street-side. Now, we’re selling off some of our old tips and tricks.”
True to her word, the inventory she sent over with a flash of blue light in her eyes housed an impressive stock of both common hacks one would find at a usual high-end vendor, as well as a plethora of good-looking home-brewed hacks. Data-mining daemons, spyware bugs, Trojan codes- the kind of stuff the likes of Arasaka and Militech would likely be setting off on each other in a digital corpowar.
“What is it you’re looking for exactly?” She paused to look at her nails before looking back at the other woman again. “If nothing in that list catches your eye, we can cook up something more customized to your taste. Guaranteed effectiveness. And at a fair price.” She winked. The other woman, her twin, came up beside her. Her smile was a lot softer, much more polite seeming.
@dexdbydxylight SAID: The Bouncer had managed to find the little female again. Well, he more like stumbled on her since he wasn't actually looking for her in the first place. Still though he lumbered over to where Piper was scavenging and stared down at her for a few long moments.
It was then he reach for something in a hidden pocket in his suit and held it within a closed fist. He made low sound and opened his hand; the candy bar she had given him from their first was crumbled in his palm, unopened though and still fitting to eat.
He never found a Little Sister to give to.
Wrapped hands were eagerly digging through a pile of scrap metal and trash. At the sound of the footsteps, she looked over her shoulder towards the giant. It was just a glance to see how close he was. Not too close. She figured he’d just keep walking. For a moment, she remained oblivious to the fact that the steps were getting closer, not farther. She paused, realizing that the lumbering being was right behind her. Her whole body tensed for a moment before she slowly turned around to face him, expression somewhat nervous. No... this couldn’t possibly be the same Bouncer from before, could it?
She flinched back a bit as he offered her his fist, stepping forward a bit when it opened to reveal... the candy bar from before. Shit. It was the same Big Daddy from before. “Well I’ll be damned...” She tilted her head, looking at the snack. The survivalist in her told her to take the treat back. It was precious, valuable food that she couldn’t afford to waste. But the more sentimental part of her told her...
“Keep it, big fella. I take it you didn’t find a little one to give it to. Keep it for yourself then. You’ll need it more than I will. Probably.” Her little hands gently took a grip on his glove, pushing it back towards him and trying to curl his fingers back over the snack. She didn’t even know if these things ate. Maybe he’d hold onto it as a keepsake.
Some part of her felt a deep sense of sorrow. For the Little Sisters, of course. If there were none around... She feared the worst for them. But she also felt sorry for the damn thing. It seemed lost. Sad, even. Without a Little Sister, it almost seemed like it was without direction or guidance. Wandering aimlessly around this crumbling fishbowl at the bottom of the ocean. Terrifying and menacing as it was, Piper felt guilty thinking about how he might be left to die down here all alone once the glass walls inevitably caved in. Drowning and choking on sea water once the pressure of the ocean cracked his suit. She wouldn’t wish that fate on anyone...
Damn her sense of empathy. It was going to get her killed one day. But she couldn’t just leave him alone now.
“Alright, love... Come on- why don’t ya stick with me then? I can’t just leave ya alone down here, now can I?” She offered the Bouncer a chipper little smile with her offer.
#{ open your eyes : ask } #{ we will rock you : mutual } #dexdbydxylight #{ the private privateer : piper } #{ (bio)shock factor verse }
// one of these days I should write a drabble about how Amalgamate offered Brahm some respite for his curse and gave him back some of his humanity and sentience
// I should also write a drabble about how Amalgamate is actually Asmodeus’ mom…
// or someone should ask them about this stuff bc these are interesting bits of lore I’ve been rattling around in my head for a bit but idk but maybe 👉🏼👈🏼
“You’re asking a machine about the questions of life? You might be disappointed with the answers you get out of me then, Robert.” Cas seems to chuckle as he working on threading a sheet of metal between two interlocked gears. “Your perception of the world is based on experiences and chemicals in your brain. Mine is based on knowledge and lines of code. What I say may not be what you want to hear; I’m not human.”
RANDOM ASKS || ALWAYS ACCEPTING
There was something so inherently fascinating about Cas' existence that Robert could hardly draw himself away from his new companion. Conversations lasted for what felt like eternity. Reached depths he had only ever shared with Rosalind, and in some cases surpassed. Hours felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours, leaving poor Robert's head swirling with new considerations.
And, of course, having an additional pair of working hands was always a bonus.
Which is why he offered Cas a place beside him today. Minor repairs in some less formal machinery. Mostly general upkeep after Comstock and his men destroyed their laboratory. There was still that damned hole in the second floor balcony, but that was a problem for another Robert. Or perhaps a Rosalind. The possibilities were endless, and not important as his mind wandered back to the conversation. He had asked something about their situation, the 'what' eluding him for a moment and causing ginger brows to furrow with concentration. Right—It had been about their situation. His and Rosalind's.
' Can we really know everything? '
The question slipped off his tongue absentmindedly. Surely, they could. They had the potential to see all that there was. They were nothing and everything. Yet some things still eluded them. Eluded Robert despite the yearning pit that bubbled in his gut as Cas chuckled and briefly returned his focus to his work.
"Perhaps that is why I ask you these questions," he chimed in, resting his elbows on the workbench so that he could meet Cas' gaze. "Your calculating perception of events is valued in such discussions. At least, I believe so."
He lingered a moment before straightening his posture. As he stepped aside to review the checklist he had made himself, he stopped to peer over his shoulder.
"So please, do tell me what you believe the answer to such a question is."
#{ it’s a kind of magic : saved } #{ we will rock you : mutual } #maximuses #[ Robert and Casino tbt. ] #{ the a.i. companion : c.a.s.i.n.o. }
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