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[psychoheu-art]

“What's his name?”

“Digby.”

“He’s cute. He looks like a good cuddler.”

“He is. And he seems to be, I saw Olive hugging and smooching him.”

“You saw, because you can't touch him.”

“Yep...”

“...”

“Yours is very cute, too.”

“Which one?”

“Which one?... Oh you mean you have more than one dog? So, the one that looks like a mix between the Golden Retriever and Australian Shepherd, chestnut brown hair, big black eyes…”

“Winston, right. He's the best, I'm not being biased, I love all my dogs but, he's the one I'm really glad to have had.”

“He looks like he gives great cuddles, too.”

“He does. I can have him cuddle you if you come with me, Ned.”

“Because you need me, the girl…”

“Yes.”

“Getting to pet a dog in exchange to bringing someone back to life is not enough. Someone will die. I'm sorry, but I can't do it, Will.”

“...You don't know how important this is to us, until you see her. She could’ve been our present, if only our past hadn't been complete madness.”

“I'm sorry, but…”

“You can save our future. You should know that.”

“Please. Don't say ‘no’ until you see her.”

“...I'm REALLY not sure about this...”

“Your concern, I’ll figure out, my husband's a doctor, he could find someone who desires to die, as much as we desire Abigail to live.”

“...Then i must see the one who gets to die first, before I come to her.”

“Fair enough.”

“So, when?”

“Any evening you agree to. In fact, we’ve got that person, we can begin from tomorrow.”

“You really sorted things out before you come to me, didn't you? Uhm, what if, this Friday?”

“Yes. OK. We'll pick you up this Friday and we'll all get to know each other over dinner. Thank you, Ned, on my husband's behalf, we’d love to have you for dinner.”

“Goodbye, Will.”

“Goodbye, and, you can bring your undead girl with you. Abigail’d love to see anyone like her.”

It was two days, ten hours, forty-nine minutes and fifteen seconds before Abigail was brought back to life under the touch of the pie maker, Ned.

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Writing by our beloved  @krey-9-jorce

Art-comic by me. (come to my main blog @psychoheu)

Thanks to @krey-9-jorce that helped me find a lotttttttt of reference pics of Hugh and Lee Pace for drawings. *since Lee’s face was too new for meh and i was too lazy*. I especially enjoy Abigail part because she’s so innocently gorgeous  *sobs* and struggled to get Will and Ned’ faces right.

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A year ago we announced a short challenge based around Bryan Fuller’s complete works, not only Hannibal. Because our love for Hannibal is what brought us together, but one of the main reasons why we stayed in this fandom is Bryan Fuller and his wonderful, brilliant mind. That is why we are holding this fest again, and this time, one-week long!

Whether you want to create an AU in which the Hannibal (or the many Hannibal Extended Universe characters!!) characters live in the Pushing Daisies world, or a crossover in which Shadow and Wednesday cross paths with Hannibal and Will... Or even if you just want to create anything around any of the projects in which Bryan Fuller has been involved, about their characters, pairings, plots...! We encourage you to add any Hannibal elements into the creation, but it’s not necessary!

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[the-girl-who-didnt-make-anysense]

Wonderfalls / Hannibal AU

After what looked like a mental breakdown at work, Jaye’s parents sent her to see a psychiatrist. On her first visit, she meets Bedelia, who is there for an internship. Jaye looks normal to her, what catches Bedelia’s attention is the fact that Jaye seems to react to the bookend on the table. It’s the same monkey that shouldn’t talk but hasn’t shut up since the beginning of her internship. She thought it was just a collateral effect of a huge amount of stress but now Bedelia is almost sure Jaye can hear the voices too. When the girls meet again at a souvenirs shop, they agree they have to find a way to deal with it. Apparently, the only way possible implies following exactly the object’s instructions. Bedelia and Jaye begin an unpredictable adventure, they have to deal with many troubles but hearing the voices does no longer feel like a burden. It’s good having someone to share this little secret with and Jaye no longer feels alone. At the beginning of winter, they contribute saving the day, unfortunately, their roads have to quickly part. Years later Jaye and Bedelia meet again, in a different place, under different circumstances but suddenly the silent world of inanimate objects around them, that has been extremely quiet lately, starts to come alive, again. A new mystery unravels around them. Is the Universe trying to tell them something? 

entry for @hannibalcreative #Fullerfeast

[he-s-dead-jim]

SHADOW AND WILL

A small small thing for FullerFeast.

Sorry, Will.

And sorry, Shadow.

No, I'm not sorry, Jack, you know that.

[hannibalsbattlebot]

Church of One

An American Gods/Hannibal mashup for Fuller Fest. (Eventually going to post on ao3)

“The next one we’re going to is out in the sticks,” Wednesday said. “This time of year, they’ll be at their summer home in Montana. When it gets colder, they head for the warmer climes. The Florida Keys. Too bad its not winter.”

Shadow said nothing. They were going there for business, not a vacation.

“This man we are going to see…It could go either way,” Wednesday continued. “He’s a mixture of old and new; born out of brimstone, but suckled at the teat of Media. He could be an important ally.”

“If you can get him,” Shadow said.

Wednesday raised an eyebrow.

“I mean if he suckled at Media’s…teat..or whatever, will he want to turn against her? Isn’t she like his mother?”

Wednesday chuckled. “Relationships between parents and children can be fraught with conflict. I hope to agitate those feelings.”

“Stirring the shit as usual?”

“Stirring the shit,” Wednesday agreed. “Seeing what floats to the top.”

The last stretch of road was little more than a footpath through the trees. Shadow thought they would have to get out and walk at any moment, but somehow the large car kept finding a way between the trees until they finally came to a small cabin sitting in a clearing. Half a dozen dogs came from around the back, barking and rushing the car.

“Shit!” said Shadow and barely pulled his door closed in time as a husky mix jumped up and braced his front paws against the driver’s side window.

A sharp whistle from the cabin called the dogs away from the car. A dark-haired man stood on the porch, hands in pockets, watching sternly as the pack ran up the stairs to join him. However, for all his serious expression and scarred face, he didn’t look like a child of brimstone.

“You can come out,” the man on the porch said. Shadow opened his door slowly, waiting for the dogs to rush them once more, but they stayed seated at the man’s feet.

“Thanks for calling off the hounds,” Wednesday said as they mounted the porch.

The man eyed the wooden box Shadow was carrying and, still unsmiling, said. “He’s waiting for you inside.”

The cabin was small and the front door opened directly into the main room. There was a fireplace on the far wall, and although it was a warm day there was a fire roaring in it. A man sat in front of the fire, but slightly to the side, so he was half in shadow and half illuminated by the flames. The firelight played over the severe planes of the figure’s face and the knife-sharp pleat in his trousers.

“Come in,” the man said, his voice resonant with a strange accent Shadow couldn’t place. He leaned over and turned on a lamp and Shadow could see him better. The severe bone structure was still there, but with the full light on him, he was softened somewhat and  looked like a normal, if fastidious man. He was wearing navy blue slacks, dress shoes, and a smoothly-ironed electric blue shirt that lost none of its formality by having the top button left undone.

“I brought a gift for the host.” Wednesday motioned for Shadow to hand over the tributes: a single white truffle, sealed tight in a glass jar with a cork and red wax seal, and a bottle of wine still in the wooden crate they transported it in. On the way here, they had swaddled it like a baby so the ride wouldn’t shake up the sediment.

Their host stood to receive it.

“It’s a good vintage,” he said, using his thumb to wipe dust from the label. “Just barely. Its teetering on the edge of being overblown. We should drink this soon. Maybe tonight.”

“It needs to settle,” Wednesday said. “From the trip.”

“Would you at least stay for dinner? Will and I don’t often have guests.”

“Absolutely not,” Wednesday said with a smile. Curiously, the other man did not seem to take offense to that. “Unfortunately, we are in a bit of a time crunch.”

“I heard,” their host sat and indicated a chair next to his for Wednesday to sit in. “I don’t have another chair. How rude of me. Should I have my consort bring you one?”

“I like to stand,” Shadow said.

Their host nodded deferentially then turned to Wednesday. “Are you here to ask for my help? I’ve heard you’ve been supplicating all over the country and finally you find your way to me. I don’t know why I should consider helping you. Would you even want my help? I’m so far down on your list.”

“That’s more a function of geography than lack of respect,” Wednesday said. “Of course I respect you. You are the newest old deity I know. An old soul in a glossy new package. You could play an integral part in the war that is coming, the fight for the hearts and minds of this land. Let’s face it, you could only exist here, in this country, with a 24-hour news cycle and tabloid journalists scrabbling for profundity. But they have the depth of a wading pool and the attention span of a mayfly.” Wednesdays voice got low. “They are already forgetting about you. Last week there was a man in Florida who bit his girlfriend’s tongue off while they were fucking because he wanted to know what it would taste like.”

“Chewy, I would guess.” the man looked up at Shadow with a ghost of a smile on his lips. “At least they usually are, in my experience.”  Shadow felt a chill in the overheated room.

“They are already forgetting about The Ripper,” Wednesday said.

“They will never fully forget about me,” he said. “I will be feared in nightmares and taught in classrooms–”

“In a few years you will be on internet listicles with names like ‘Ten Shocking Killers You’ve Never Heard Of.’”

Shadow saw the anger flare up in the man’s eyes, although he remained perfectly still and otherwise expressionless.

“Such meager offerings,” Wednesday said. “Not what you deserve.”

“I have all the worshipers I need,” the man said. “I have my consort who is totally devoted to me.”

“One person? I think you are losing sight of the big picture here.”

“I have a foot in both camps, Wednesday,” he said. “So I have carved out a space for Will and myself that is in neither camp.”

“You make running from the cops sound like a utopia of your choosing.”

“I don’t believe discretion and prudence are the same as cowardice.”

Wednesday leaned forward. “What about the blood sacrifice? What about the meat that is passed through the fire?”

“I told you, my consort is very devoted,” he said. “When I want meat, I have it. Do I want a million people to have a vague idea of who they think i am or one person who knows me totally and would do anything, sacrifice anything to me and for me, up to and including his very life?” Again, the man, this Ripper, looked up at Shadow. Shadow couldn’t understand how brown eyes could look so heat-fired and yet so cold. “I took Will’s child and still he loves me. I spilled his blood and still he loves me. I stripped everything from him, and he is still with me.” 

The Ripper turned back to Wednesday. “ You cannot offer me that sort of devotion if I help you, but I may lose it if you fail. So, no, I will not help you. The outcome of this war does not affect me.”

“Even if it means you become yesterday’s news?”

“Even so,” The Ripper said. “I have created an entire universe for my consort and I to rule.”

“Rule? Rule what? You only have one worshiper.”

“And one is all I need.”

With that, the Ripper stood and showed them to the door.

 Will was still out on the porch when they left, seated now in a rocking chair, with the dogs clustered around him.

“He’s not going to help you, is he?” he said.

Shadow paused, but Wednesday kept walking to the car.

“No,” Shadow said. “He..uh..declined that opportunity.”

Some of the dogs raised their heads, but Will made a sound through his teeth and they settled back down.

“I’m a lot like you, you know. Or I was,” Will said. “I was just a person, not even a particularly religious person at that. I didn’t know what I was getting into. When I finally figured it out, it was too late.” Will leaned down to scratch the ear of the nearest dog. “Tell me, Shadow, have you ever looked the devil in the face?”

Remembering The Ripper’s eyes, Shadow said, “I may have.”

“What if you liked what you saw?”

Shadow didn’t answer. He couldn’t imagine what Will must have gone through to get to this point, if he really was “just a person” to start with.

“You can still go back,” Shadow said. 

“Here’s where myth and reality divide,” Will said. His eyes were the same blue as a cloudless summer sky. “No on wants me back.”

“That can’t be true.”

“Everyone is either dead or glad to see me gone,” he said. “Besides, I keep him away.” He nodded toward the cabin. “I keep the beast sated.”

“Can’t someone else do it?”

“No,” he said. He smiled, looking happy about that. “They tried and they’ve died. And here is where myth and reality converge again: I wouldn’t want to go back even if I could. I’m not bound to his underworld because I ate his food. I eat his food and live in his world because I am bound to him. Nothing else matters.”

“Are you trying to warn me or something?” Shadow asked.  He didn’t want to talk to this man any more. He could feel the fanatical devotion coming off of him in waves.

“Worship whatever gods you want, Shadow. But when you find one who worships you back? Run.”

[hannibalartblog]

For the @hannibalcreative event #Fullerfeast: What kind of gods Hannibal's characters would be, if they were in American Gods?

Hannibal Lecter as the devil (the idea of him as the actual Lucifer, working as a psychiatrist, is so incredible, I'm thinking of writing a fanfiction...)

Will Graham as Hades (with Winston as Cerberus, of course)

Molly Foster as Lada,  the Slavic Goddess of spring, love, and harmony

Alana Bloom as Dikē,the goddess of justice and the spirit of moral order and fair judgement

We wanted to do more gods, but it's too hot and we just stay here, sweating...

PS. These drawings are brought to you thanks to the support of our super-awesome patrons! So special thanks to the Fannibal ones: @wendigoskitchen , @imagaypotatoe, @slashyrogue, @bcraig60 and our new one, the wonderful @begintoblur for the support!

[existingcharactersdiehorribly]

Who wouldn’t want two of me? 

Timmy and Jimmy Price for #FullerFeast

[byk23]

Previous story of how Swuffalo and Ravenstag came to be at the Baltimore Zoo here 

[fandomsnerd]

hannibal the pie maker the pie is people

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

Eating Daisies

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tagged: Pushing Daisies AU, but with like... murder. Serial killers in love, bit dark, angst, modern day fairy tale, child death (Mischa), but also... you know, serial killers in love. So... fluff and smut.  This is... not going to be as cute as Pushing Daisies. It will be a little dark and fantastical, along the same lines as my Beauty and The Beast AU - Beautiful William.

I wrote the outline of this a year ago and just never got around to it. But seeing @hannibalcreative ‘s #FullerFeast got my ass in gear! I hope I do both amazing shows justice :3 

Hannibal is a talented pie maker gifted with the mysterious ability to reanimate the dead by touching them. However, this gift comes with conditions. Hannibal quickly learns that if something is revived for more than exactly one minute, a life of similar value in the vicinity dies in order to maintain the balance of life and death. The apparent power of a god is not all it seems, when a second touch will permanently kill the revived person. Hannibal has come to live with this condition and use it in order to assist in the making of his infamous meat pies, however life becomes complicated when he revives the serial killer Will Graham.

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At this very moment in the dark woods surrounding Castle Lecter, young Hannibal is 9 years, 27 weeks, 6 days and 3 minutes old.

His sister Mischa is 6 years, 2 weeks, 6 days, 5 hours and 9 minutes old. And not a minute older.

And not a minute older.

“Mischa!” Hannibal scrambled back to the wreckage he had been flung from.

It was cold. It was dark. Or at least it had been until the flames had started to lick at the front of the car. The fire swallowing the snow as it fell.

His mother had warned it was too dark, too stormy to make the drive home. They should have stayed the night in the town, not chanced the journey through the desolate woods that surrounded their estate in such a blizzard.

Hannibal had thought mother was just being grumpy… until the crack so loud that it resounded around his skull. And then the thud. A dull impact and a feeling that he had been hit in the face.

He could see now a tree had been struck by lightening and had fallen across the front of the car. The windscreen was shattered, his own door had swung open as his mother’s door in front of him had been smashed. She looked lifeless, her head turned towards him and eyes fixed and staring. The pressure to their side of the car had saved him but killed her.

Suddenly the air was filled with a droning noise above the crackle of the fire. It thrummed through his body and for a moment the air around him swirled with a thousand or more bees blackened the already dark sky. Hannibal froze as he watched them flee the burning hive that crumbled between the branch and and the front of the car on which it rested. His eyes followed them and focused on a few that had been set aflame and burned as they took to the air. Seeming like fireflies before they fell.

He followed the path of one down until it hit the snow in a tiny plume of steam. Hannibal drew a shaky breath at the site and it served to focus him back in the here and now. The windscreen glass had smashed, an offshoot of the branch through his mother’s chest. This was clear as he approached. But his only thoughts in that moment were for his beloved sister. He scrambled back into the car through his open door, stopping still as he could see she was also rigid, her head leaning at an angle that would have been so uncomfortable she wouldn’t have allowed it without crying.

“Mischa.” He screamed her name but there was no reaction. “Cry Mischa, please!”

There was a cough then and he could see his father shaking his head as though trying to regain his senses. As he did so there was the tinkle of tiny pieces of glass falling from him.

“Father.” It came out anguished. He needed to save them but the fire was burning and his father was trapped in the front. He could drag out Mischa… He grabbed hold of her hand and arm, knowing she was likely dead but he could not let the flames have her...

And then something wonderful and terrible happened in equal measure.

[CONTINUE ON AO3]

[prettypurpleflower]

Shadow decides to go see a therapist. It’s not really what he expected.

~

'You mentioned on the phone that you spoke to God. How about we start there?' Dr Lecter asked, his face a professional mask but his eyes betrayed a certain boredom.  

Shadow had never thought of himself as dim, but then again he had been oblivious to so much his whole life. Leprechauns. Zombies. Gods. So it might have been his new found alertness that made him look twice and he couldn't help feel as if something about Dr Lecter was strange. But maybe a strange psychiatrist was exactly what he needed. 

'Not God. Gods. Plural.'

'What do the gods tell you?'

'What do the... You think I'm having some sort of psychosis. That I'm hearing voices that tell me to do weird shit like... like murder the sinners or something.'

Shadow took a calming breath. This was exactly what he had feared. How could a normal person ever understand what he had experienced?

'Do they?'

'I'm not hearing voices. The gods are real, they look just like real people. They... they have lives.'

'What makes them gods, then?'

That made Shadow hesitate. He knew the answer, but how was he supposed to explain? In the end he decided to just go for it, he was there because he couldn't make sense of everything on his own after all.

'They are born out of people's belief. And our faith gives them strength.'

Dr Lecter smiled but it was still empty of concern. Maybe it was a gesture of goodwill, of I'm taking you serious. For Shadow it was just a reminder of Wednesday and his games. But surely this psychiatrist wasn't like that. It was just bad history making him distrustful.

'Wouldn't that give us the more powerful role? Tell me, Mr Moon, do you feel as if you have power over these gods?'

Shadow snorted. 

'Me, power? I'm a freaking bystander while they're...'

There was silence for a moment while Dr Lecter waited patiently for Shadow to finish his sentence. 

'You have to understand. The gods are at war and they dragged me into it and... I'm afraid it's going to be bloody.'

Nothing betrayed Dr Lecter's thoughts except a small twitch of his eyebrows but Shadow knew, without a doubt, that these words had caught his interest. What Shadow didn't know was if that was such a good thing after all.

~

[damnyourdarkeyes]

For #FullerFeast - Hettienne Park as Princess Bari.

She is the Abandoned Princess and ancestral shaman. She volunteered to retrieve the water of Mt. Dongdae from the Underworld to save her father, although he had abandoned her because she was his seventh daughter. She guides dead souls to the Underworld, banishes ghosts, soothes restless spirits, and may be invoked to transmit and receive messages from those on the Other Side. She is petitioned to rescue souls stuck in hell dimensions.

[hannibalcreative]

Our next event, #FullerFeast, will start in a little over a week! For the sake of inspiring you, we’ll be sharing a series of free-to-use prompts. Maybe they’ll give you an amazing idea for a fic, a fanart, or whatever you want to create! 

Prompt #2: Dead Like Me/Hannibal

Will Graham is killed in New Orleans while on duty, and becomes a Reaper. His boss is Hannibal Lecter, a notorious serial killer. Now Will’s life consists of reaping souls and adopting a pack of Gravelings that think he’s their father.

first // next // last

art by @thenecronon

[bae-wolf]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hannibal (TV), American Gods Rating: General Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Shadow Moon (American Gods), Mr. Wednesday (American Gods)

Additional Tags: written for FullerFeast, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of impending war, mentions of madness, classical art reference, Greek Mythology Reference

wōd - Old English [N] - madness [Adj] 1. insane, mad, crazy, rabid, wild, raging, senseless, blasphemous        2. mad with anger, enraged

They drove to some small city off the coast of Florida. Then even further. The houses were in various states of decay, corresponding with the amount of water near. The sea was rising up, here. Reclaiming the land. Some roads had become inaccessible. And still, residents would not leave. The town was small, and inching further and further away from the newly rising sea, but it was there.

“Take this road here,” Wednesday piped up from the passenger seat. He hadn’t spoken a word since they’d crossed the border. Now he grumbled under his breath. “Course the bastard would chose a place like this.”

Shadow wondered what kind of person they were calling on now. The house at the end of the lane was two stories that seemed more imposing than the paint-chipped wood siding would suggest. They could hear the water lapping at shore not far away - testing the boundaries to see if they would hold. A weeping tree stood beside as dogs bayed in a nearby field, sinking the tableau into something more reminiscent of southern gothic than modern amassed horror. Nonetheless, Shadow parked the car in a clear dirt patch to the right of the porch and followed Wednesday to the door.

Before he stepped onto the porch, Wednesday stopped decisively and turned around. “Now, I don’t want you accepting any food or drink from these people, you understand me?”

Shadow nodded. It was no stranger a rule than any other he’d been given.

Shadow wasn't certain what to expect from the people they were visiting next. If the imposing house straight from the pages of a southern gothic down on the disappearing coast of Florida was any indication, however, he thought this one might just leave him with a shiver down his spine.

[obfuscatedheart]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Hannibal (TV), Pushing Daisies Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Alana Bloom, Jack Crawford, Winston Additional Tags: pushing daisies!au, Will is the Pie Maker, Hannibal is the lonely tourist, Jack is a grumpy private investigator Summary:

Will Graham, the Pie Maker, has a gift. He can bring dead people back to life. He really doesn't want to, but when his partnership with the PI Jack Crawford leads him back to his home to talk to the dead body of his childhood love Hannibal Lecter, his routine changes drastically.

Written for @hannibalcreative‘s FullerFeast.

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We really hope it's not too late for another submission for the @hannibalcreative #Fullerfeast

Mad Sweeney (American Gods) and Freddie Lounds (Hannibal) are the two sassiest ginger characters ever (well, maybe just the Weasley Twins can be compared to them...). We think we ship them XD So, here, have some chibis!

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