the Background:

Recently, I've been looking for a partner to collaborate on a story featuring master-manipulator, elegant speaker, cannibal psychiatrist, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, specifically of the series Hannibal (2013) that stars Hugh Dancy and Mads Mikkelsen as the title character. [This role may or may not feature people-snacking, if that's your thing, or if it isn't--let's discuss.]

Throughout this role, which I'm hoping is long-term, Dr. Lecter will treat my character Crucible "Cru" Moray, a young, naïve college freshman who struggles with anxiety. Dr. Lecter will gradually groom Cru using her insecurities and trauma*, sex, praise, control, and lacing her medication with sketchy substances, all in order to form a dd/lg father-figure sort of power dynamic as the story progresses to mold her into his perfect sexual [and cannibal?] plaything. Does it turn into more than that? We will see!

the Beginning:

It was cold for October. But that didn't matter. Crucible Moray always dressed to perfection. She had on a perfectly buttoned and pressed flannel, with a matching burgundy skirt, and of course, her favorite Doc Martens. She pulled her coat in closer, glad for her thick wool scarf. Grey colored snow crunched under her feet from the cars and dust in the road, and she could see her breath as she walked to her car--it wasn't good weather to go out in, but she had somewhere to be. It was time for her weekly therapy appointment.

Her Psychiatrist, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, was probably already waiting for her--as timely as he was. She'd been seeing Dr. Lecter since the beginning of her time at university, and so far, she liked him. And because she liked the doctor, she wanted very much to please him, and she hadn't this week--skipping writing in her journal like he'd asked, in favor of more studying, so she was worried about how he might react, if she'd get in trouble.

That was how Cru was wired. She rarely misbehaved, never got in trouble, and didn't like disappointing others. Especially her mother. Cru was barely ten when her father passed away, so it was just the two of them. She had always tried to please both of her parents, wanting her father to be proud of her, turn his focus toward her, rather than drinking late at night, or spending his days at the VA, helping other soldiers. But when he passed, she wanted to make things easier for his young widow, so she did everything in her power to be a sweet, obedient girl, and thus her perfectionist tendencies and anxiety both went into overdrive. That was how Crucible Moray grieved the loss of her father.

She swung her purse over her shoulder containing her perfectly organized iPad, her anti-anxiety medicine, her student ID, and a snack, should she need one. She was always prepared--some might even say over-prepared--but that was how she helped her mother. Her mother didn't ever have to worry about her.

Of course, she did now, when Cru called her panicked over this assignment or that schedule conflict, pacing about her little dorm room, but that was what the therapy was for.

"Hi, Dr. Lecter. I know you're going to ask about my week," she said, glasses fogging, teeth chattering from going so quickly from the cold of outside to the warmth of Dr. Lecter's office. "And... it was okay, I suppose. I had three panic attacks, called my Mom crying once, barely had time to shower... didn't have time to journal" (she skipped over that last bit quickly), eyes downcast, biting her lip, as if she were in the principal's office or at confession.

"But--" she raised her eyes, optimistic and expectant: "I got on A on my Anatomy exam, and a perfect score on my Public Health paper," she said hopefully, almost as if she were waiting for Daddy to give her a kiss on the forehead for a job well done.

the Author:

Hi. Nice to meet you--thanks for reading. I'm Cru. I'm 29, live in EST, and write on multiple platforms. I have chronic pain. This turns me into a ghost, because I have to take naps at my medicine's orders. But I'm not ghosting--promise!

Disclaimer: I will be playing a character with trauma--some I have experienced, some I have not, but the two are separate-- please don't try to use my trauma for your gratification. Ick.

Another thing! I'm looking specifically for the Mads Mikkelsen character Hannibal Lecter from the series. There is a prompt for guys with a Hannibal vibe, but that one isn't currently open!