[Reading has made me very tired and I should stop typing before I completely lose the ability to English (I can barely keep up with my typing as it is)
— 800 followers! Now, that’s a number a little closer to the crowd size I’m used to having to deal with as a successful impresario. Of course I won’t be entirely happy until I get to 1000, but 800 is still nothing to sneeze at.
Sadly, with my incredibly busy schedule of theatrical spectacles, VIP special events and nefarious crimes, I’m not going to have the time to do any video posts or fancy giveaways this time around. But even so, know that I love you. I love you all so dearly. So dearly, in fact, that I have put together a small list of my most loyal, coolest and most attractive fans, so I know which ones of you not to poison or set fire to any time soon. You know, for future reference. Not that I would do that. Ahem. Anyway.FAVOURITE RP BLOGS (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER):
violet-baudelaire-the-inventor || youmakemenauxious || faeinthegardens || thethirdsnicket || the-nighthasathousandeyes || klaus-baudelaire-the-scholar || youngestbaudelaire || i-love-freaks || yourquigleyquagmire || meridastangledlocks || lovelyflowinglocks || cleverestwomanineurope || devourtheimpolite || sodoffyabuggers || cdwalker || turnupthegeuse || notyouraveragesecretary || spaceheater || themanofonebook || sandsofchaos || ruffnutthorstonthebesttwinASOUE FANART/FANDOM BLOGS I HAVE HAD THE PLEASURE OF STALKING (ALSO IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)
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Alana’s eyes fixed upon Hannibal’s, and she blinked at him a couple of times. “I- I was driving by and I thought I would stop in..” she trailed off a little bit, his voice seemed colder than she was use to, but sometimes Hannibal was like that. “I can come back another time, if you’re busy.” she smiled at him.
She couldn’t help but moan when Hannibal began to massage her breast. It still was with that loving quality that he examined her body, but with a subtle tone of roughness. It wasn’t the bad kind of roughness either, it was the type simply to assert that he was dominant and that he wanted to cause her to shake with pleasure, and in all honesty he wasn’t far from doing that yet. Hannibal truly had that effect on her.
While Hannibal continued to massage her, she pulled herself on his lap and began to kiss him again, her kiss laced with passion and love. There wasn’t an ounce of lust in anything they were doing tonight and it surprised Alana, but made her happy at the same time. She preferred it to be this way; passionate and loving. She knew that it was only an affair, but that didn’t change that it was the happiest she had felt for a long time.
Her hands traveled all over Hannibal, but she really liked the feeling of his back, and so with that, her hands massaged his back, and loved every second of it.
Everything of Alana was beautiful – the way she looked, the way she was shaped, even the moan that escaped her mouth as the tender flesh of her breast was massaged. Not every single thing he found beautiful about her could be vocalised, however, and Hannibal had to find that he would have to allow his actions to speak for him.
With each kiss filled with passion – not lust, as the two of them had become accustomed to – Hannibal returned it with an equal passion, if not more. He found that passion was a good thing to have, especially when intertwined with a lover; it showed an individual how one felt, of how much they meant to one another.
Alana was perhaps the person that Hannibal felt strongest towards in his current life.
As Alana massaged his back, Hannibal removed his hand from her breast, placing it down and massaging her other breast with his other hand, maintaining the passion that was held within their kisses.
Even the feeling of her lips upon his was beautiful.