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colleybri · 6 months ago

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Answer the questions and tag 5 Fanfic Authors

Tagged by @mosylufanfic :)

1. How did you get into writing fanfiction?

I’m relatively unusual here, I think, in that whilst I’ve been writing it since my teens I have had a good twenty year break up until a few months ago. Years ago, I just started writing it for my own pleasure - certainly no internet or easy ways to share it back then. More recently, I can attribute my return to one thing and one thing only: my love of the series Andor. An obsession that came out of nowhere in September 2023 when I watched it for the first time and it resonated with me in a way nothing has come close to in quite some time. After several months of writing various analyses of it I felt the urge to get creative.

2. How many fandoms have you written in?

Not many - most recently, Andor - obviously - and with the obvious overlap of Rogue One. Going back: I started out on E.T. (early teens then so that will date me accordingly :) ) - moving on to Aliens, The Silence of the Lambs and The X Files. Some novels then too: Narnia and Clive Barker, notably.

3. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

As above, really. I’m in my mid 50s now - which I imagine makes me one of the older ones here. I dabbled most recently in the late 90s, with The Phantom Menace slashfics that were hugely popular back then - one of my friends was a superb writer (her stories were considerably better than the film itself ) and absolutely churned them out on whatever forums were around. They were a wholly new thing to me and I hadn’t even seen the film, but I dabbled a bit anyway :)

4. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

I write more at the moment, but I’m gradually trying to catch up with the reading. I missed Andor when it was first released and therefore the glut of fics from that time. But I’m getting to know the writers I really like and rediscover my own interests, genre speaking, along the way.

5. What is one way you’ve improved as a writer?

It’s really hard to compare as I haven’t got much left hanging around from my earlier years, but I would say that with several decades of teaching Lit under my belt now I do care a lot more about characterisation than I ever used to. It used to be all about the plot. I’m finding myself very drawn to subtext-heavy dialogue, internal monologues, drabbles and even poetry - the last being something I never thought I’d touch with a barge pole. I’m not saying I’m any good, just that I enjoy the challenge. That’s the main thing, in fact. These days I’m happy to embrace a challenge rather than shy from it.

6. What’s the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

That would be what human flesh tastes like. For a Silence of the Lambs fic, obviously. The answer is apparently “pork crossed with beef” so I guess a genuine ragu lasagne would scratch that particular itch if anyone’s curious.

7. What’s your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

At the moment, as I’m pretty much starting from scratch and trying to find readers, absolutely anything. Probably excluding ‘don’t give up the day job’.

8. What’s the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

Probably the cannibalism thing. Though that’s no doubt more mainstream nowadays…. I haven’t even looked at all the Hannibal (tv series) fics out there.

9. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Anything long - the longest thing I ever completed was a 250 page novel but I was 14 at the time and haven’t come close since. Haven’t the stamina these days. Same with reading – I prefer one shots.

10. What is the easiest type?

Missing scenes or scene commentaries - not so much easy as such but probably my favourite forms, so they come relatively easily once I really put my mind to them. I find analytical essays the easiest of all, if I know the text well, but that’s no doubt a teacher-thing. I’ve made myself a regular feature on the Reddit Andor sub, probably to the chagrin of some :)

11. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

Looking at other answers to this one, I’m a bit perplexed. I have an elderly iMac and write on that. Hell, I used to do everything in long hand. Thank God I learned to touch-type. I guess I use Googledocs when forced to use my laptop. I’m fortunate to be semi-retired, so I generally find the time.

12. What is something you’ve been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

Something longer, I guess. Hard to tell. I was and am intimidated by Smutfics, but had a go at a challenge recently and was quite pleased with the result. Not something I’ll be writing often though - not the main event, anyway. Love the buildups, and there’s some really great erotica out there, but I do get pretty stuck using the same vocabulary if I’m not careful. I’ve done a few humorous variations and quite liked those too. I’m British, lived in Bath for many years so like to imagine Austen’s ironic take on sex scenes quite a bit.

13. What made you choose your username?

Nothing very deep - it’s to do with where I live. I’m a keen birder and Colley is an old West Country (England) word for a blackbird.

Apologies in advance for tagging you - I’m sure some or all of you have been ‘done’ already! I don’t know a huge range of writers yet and I’m new to Tumblr and Discord. Absolute social media dinosaur as I am.

Tagging @beladonna02, @ceruleanphoenix7, @faceofpoe, @jake-and-amy-are-married, @vadercat

#ask game #writing #andor

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anachronistic-falsehood · 1 year ago

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SHIP BINGO FOR THE GUYS U WANNA TALK ABOUT. CELLTW I THINK . gimme the cannibalism rundown king

MAC. looking u dead in the eyes. getting into celltw has almost convinced me to start watching hannibal i guess i just really like gay cannibalism and i need more of it. ANYWAY listen listen listennnn. ok. qcellbit and qpac are my little fucking guys alright. my favourite boys. i'm gonna give you their whole fucking backstory here ok. ok. infodump time. i apologize in advance

so cellbit was a child soldier who didn't even have a NAME. resorted to cannibalism to survive. badboyhalo was there. both stuck in a war. killed thousands of people. AWFUL TIMES!!! goes from child soldier to domestic terrorist somehow. he gets arrested and thrown in FUCKING ALCATRAZ. HE'S STILL A CANNIBAL. somehow manages to sneak a cell phone in and uses it to threaten prisoners and people start calling him cell because he literally didn't have a name before. right. ENTER PAC E MIKE. they're robbers for a living. the sillies <3 they robbed a top security museum and got caught and thrown in alcatraz. cell has gone bonkers and fucking yonkers. weird habit of licking his lips. i'm in love with him. protects pac e mike from other prisoners. they are wary of him (understandable). pac e mike make a friend named jv who tries to help them escape. cell kills him right in front of them and tries to escape himself. gets thrown in solitary. pac e mike go to the solitary cells just to mock him. lots of lowkey gay tension in that scene???? eventually pac e mike escape with the help of another friend but cell tags along because he threatens them with a gun he got from a security guard he killed. THIS MAN IS UNHINGED!!!

they end up on a deserted island. the boat they used to sail there needs repairs and four people can't fit on it at all anymore. cell decides one of them needs to die and tells the others they can decide which one has to be killed. cell is the only one who manages to find food on the island, which happens to be apples. he hoards it from the others and I SHIT YOU NOT THERE IS SOME WEIRD FUCKING RELIGIOUS IMAGERY GOING ON HERE. OK. pac seeks out cell, and CELL, WHO IS SITTING IN A TREE, OFFERS PAC AN APPLE IF HE KILLS ONE OF THE OTHERS. PAC SAYS HE'LL THINK ABOUT IT AND CELL GIVES HIM AN APPLE. I'M GOING TO EAT DRYWALL. I DON'T KNOW IF THEY DID THAT ON PURPOSE BUT THEY SURE FUCKIN DID IT ALRIGHT. at some point cell eats pac's leg but we have no idea when that canonically happens bc it was only canonized in qsmp and wasn't shown in Fuga Impossível where he and mike met cell, but IT'S STILL FUCKING CANON AND I LIKE TO THINK IT HAPPENED SOMEWHERE ON THAT FUCKING ISLAND. ALRIGHT. IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED IN PRISON BUT IT HAPPENING ON THE ISLAND JUST MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE 2 ME.

they trick cell and trap him, telling him to use the last bullet in his gun for himself. the three of them leave the island and hear a single gunshot. they think he's dead. SIKE!!! somehow years and years later, pac, mike, and cell, plus two others are all on the same ship together and end up on a new island. cell now goes by cellbit??? and really likes mysteries and is a pretty chill person in comparison to how he used to be??? he went through copious amounts of therapy and is actually somewhat well adjusted. he's a pretty cool guy.

he's changed. mike has changed. pac has changed. they're all so different. he and cellbit get stuck in a cave and they kiss. it's weird. they don't do it again after that. cellbit starts talking to another guy, roier. they get married. pac is disappointed but he doesn't talk about it too much. why is he disappointed? he doesn't really know. pac has changed but every time he looks at cellbit he's back in that prison. one day, everyone's furniture goes missing, including cellbit's. pac's first instinct is to grab his son by the shoulders and tell him to pack his things because when cellbit sees that someone has robbed him he will go on a rampage the likes of which no one has ever seen. that doesn't happen. cellbit snaps and demands public execution of the culprit so they can drink his blood. he's holding a knife. he's easily placated and puts the knife away. cell is clearly somewhere in there. this is the first glimpse pac has gotten of him in the five months they've been here. pac licks his lips the same way cell used to. it's a habit.

their son goes missing. the president is put on drugs by the federation. pac has lost everything. he takes the fed's medication so he can try finding a cure. he sits in cellbit's castle panicking for a solid five minutes, debating with himself over whether he should leave some of the medication for cellbit to find in hopes he can help them. he tries to find a cure on his own while still hopped up on pills. there's blood on the floor. he leaves notes for his loved ones. he knows cellbit well enough to know he will come looking and find this. the thought is as terrifying as it is relieving. cellbit develops a cure with pac's notes. cellbit yells at the president, the fellow father of their son. pac only hears cell. he takes the antidote he helped develop. cellbit guides him home and tells him he's not alone anymore and never will be again. they hug. it's terrifying. it's comforting. it's weird.

cellbit clearly left that prison behind. pac never has. he probably never will.

#whiskey yelling into the void #friend tag :3 #celltw #girl i SWEAR i did not mean to go on this tangent alright. it just Happened #little bit of character analysis at the end there i couldn't resist #i think they're neat <3 #i think they neat to have weird gay cannibal sex and it might fix them #actually no it wouldn't. it would make them worse. that being said i think they should give it a shot anyway #whiskeys word soup

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yugiohprince · 5 months ago

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Yo! Real random thing, but your siren Sanji post caught my attention when you mentioned that you've become interested in the thought of Sanji eating people. I have a weird au and Sanji does cook people for the crew, depending on the person. Don krieg was his first test in my au. Kinda curious in your siren au? (love the art by the way!)

hello! my ideas re: sanji eating people weren’t really specific to my siren drawing so much as just an idea for an au where sanji eats people (i haven’t really thought of a specific reason/backstory) and is kinda just a manifestation of my hannibal brain worms & some recent dungeon meshi fanart ive been seeing.

i’m putting most of this under read more, warnings for cannibalism, mild gore, etc

but the idea is pretty much that zoro finds out that sanji’s a cannibal and starts to bring him some organs/limbs from people who he kills for their bounties before he hands them over to the world gov for payment. and eventually, the curiosity gets to him, not re: eating people, but what it’d be like to get eaten, exacerbated by his growing obsession/interest in sanji. and it eventually comes to a point where zoro starts to cut out some of his own organs that aren’t as important (a kidney, part of his liver, etc) to give to sanji and watches him eat (its a whole entire fucked up becoming one type of thing, like they could just explore eachother’s bodies but i guess this works too). and the codependency/obsession gets worse to the point that zoro doesn’t have much more to give without severely affecting his health, but driven by his love (whether its real or he just thinks its love) he cuts open his chest to let sanji eat straight from the source (id like to think that sanji goes straight for his heart for symbolic purposes).

I also have a version of this in my mind where luffy is the cannibal and sanji is his friend/chef who knows his secret and is trying to keep him well fed so that he doesn’t go terrorizing the general public. and one day zoro gets lost in the back alleys of the town that they’re in and comes across sanji expertly carving a dead body to eventually cook up for luffy. sanji threatens to kill him, but zoro offers to help, since he’s already a bounty hunter and the world government probably won’t notice if he turns in some dead pirates w a few pieces missing. so zoro catches pirates w bounties, brings them to sanji to remove some meat, and then sanji cooks them for luffy. i haven’t really thought about if sanji also eats people in this particular au, but i think that if there were a shortage of meat for luffy, sanji would be the one to sacrifice parts of himself and maybe there’s a scene where he guides zoro on how to carve out parts of him.

i’ve just been thinking a lot about how there’s some jokes made in one piece about luffy eating his crewmates (i think there’s a joke early on when they don’t have food, and i think there’s a few jokes made at chopper’s expense) and i don’t think that oda will ever explore this, but again, w hannibal and dungeon meshi on my mind, my thoughts on it have been kinda manifesting in weird ways.

i also think that it’s more in character for sanji to be sacrificing himself (in general) than for zoro to be sacrificing himself in my cannibal!sanji au, but guess that’s just how it shakes out (cannibalism as a metaphor for love etc etc).

but also speaking specifically about siren!sanji, when i was drawing it, i did imagine that the heart that he’s eating is zoro’s (re: cannibal!sanji au). i also initially had his eyebrow curl the other way (re: germa genes activating) but changed it last min cause it would’ve been covered by his hair and thus he wouldn’t really b recognizable as sanji. maybe germa & family are sirens in the classic maneater sense and sanji was always moreso just fascinated w humans (like disney’s little mermaid) and he befriends zoro, who’s a lonely sailer who got lost at sea. but one day his germa genes activate and ends up eating zoro (who doesn’t see it coming cause he got used to seeing sanji as a friend/docile).

sorry none of this is super fleshed out, but all of these diff aus have been kinda floating around in my head recently. i’ve also been wanting to draw the scene where sanji is eating zoros heart straight from his chest, but idk if my drawing skills are good enough rn to really portray it with the same feeling/vibes that are in my head.

thank you for liking my siren drawing!!

#cw cannibalism #cw mild gore #cw gore #but yeah cannibalism as a metaphor for love etc eating as a metaphor for love #also sanji and zoro still bicker in all of these aus obvi #but yeah sometimes i understand fujimoto and him digging up and eating his fish #id never do it #but i kinda get it #like how some people are ok w their cats eating them if they were to die and no one was around to feed them for a while #service as an act of love to the point that it destroys you #sanji being like ‘why the fuck are you helping me and not reporting me to the police’ and zoro just shrugs #theyre both a little (a lot) fucked up #uhhh if my irls see this im normal #also maybe ill try my zosan open chest idea anyways even if it doesn’t look that nice just to get the feelings out #maybe ill think of more stuff specifically re siren sanji who knows

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sharpth1ng · 1 year ago

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Times are getting tough, they gotta start eating the people they kill, man.

But still though imagine they chopping up a body or something and there’s just a whole lot of fresh meet right there for free? Tell me they won’t get curious. And with that hc that Stu gets good at cooking then why wouldn’t they? Hannibal is an inspirational cooking show to Stu I guess (But also why’d they make it look really fucking good to eat in Hannibal?). Also the amount of blood these guys have swallowed before already like yeah they gonna try cooking up a person. If Billy don’t like it then more for Stu I guess 🤷‍♂️ but they can always mask it with other flavours

Also middle-aged billy and stu in them murder suits 🤤🤤🤤

So first I love the suggestion that late stage capitalism leads to cannibalism, and honestly yeah it should, eat the rich, right now. Jeff Bezos and Elon Musk alone are responsible for so much widespread death and suffering, cannibalizing them wouldn't even begin to tip the scales.

(Anyways. Moving along.)

I definitely agree that they would try it, but here's my thing: body disposal isn't the Ghostface M.O. They pose their victims, they like to leave a scene for the cops and the media, because at the end of the day they're attention whores and I don't see that changing. If anything I think the staging becomes more elaborate as they age. And if a body part is missing that changes the narrative for the media, that becomes a trophy which suggests attachment, emotional investment, and I think that Billy would care about that kind of thing. When this happens it's probably because Stu is hooked on the show and begging Billy to let him harvest something so he can recreate a recipe.

(and on that note, the food looks good because it's part of Hannibal's persona, he gets away with what he does by presenting himself as cultured and exotically european to the americans around him. Hannibal sees himself as better than everyone else, who he literally refers to as pigs, farm animals raised for slaughter, throughout the series. He sees himself as elevating the meat through cooking, which is an art. All of that, but also the show is interested in eroticizing the taboo, pulling the audience in the same way it pulls in Will Graham. )

So again, I think they would try this but I don't think it would become a habit, it's high effort and it changes the tone of their murders. And you're right, they've both swallowed a lot of blood, but mostly it's each others. There's something different about consuming your lover as compared to consuming a stranger, and I just don't think the stranger would have quite the same appeal (for Billy for sure).

Also despite the fact that Billy would be on strike with the WGA right now, I don't think they're desperate for money because I think they're making and selling snuff films on the side.

This is just my view based on the way I've written them in Debaser though, if you see them as regular people eaters don't let me stop you.

And yeaaaahhh.... middle aged Stuilly in murder suits 👍

#cannibalism #debaser fanfic #tw hannibal #ask

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gta5-catlady-ao3 · 6 months ago

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Michael may not actually have a scar (Cherrysodda mentioned this). Since this was a planned sting operation to lure Brad and Trevor out in the open, Michael would have been protected in some form or another, such as being the only one with a bulletproof vest! The other boys clearly don't have one, but it is an added possibility.

A second possibility: In the beginning sequence, we clearly see Michael gesturing to Dave to shoot after Brad goes down, and it seems Dave misses? I don't know if that is just the early 2010s gaming software or if that is intentional, but it seems that this may have been a part of the plan. (This would also mean that the 'blood' we see coming from Michael is somewhat fake as we see a spurt but it looks like there's nothing on his shirt?? It's hard to really tell, but we can make a bet that David shot, purposely missed, and Michael acted his way out of this to avoid actually being injured.

Heisentwerk, in the comments, has said that Trevor also has a lightning bolt on the side of his left wrist.

It seems that Franklin may also have ambitions to someday return to school. As hkbingo2000 said, while smoking Franklin makes some comments discussing becoming a doctor. Whether or not he's actually being serious while under the influence, is still an interesting thought! We later get a confirmation, however, that in GTA: Online, he is in charge of a large celebrity agency that deals with high-profile demands. Maybe he really wanted to be a doctor?

Adayinmymeadow also said that Ron posts on Lifeinvader that he sees Trevor's mom at some point (making my earlier tidbits flawed). We can take several paths with this one. 1. It is a shared hallucination. 2. It is not a hallucination for Ron, but given that Ron feeds into whatever Trevor says, he may just be agreeing with Trevor and playing into the idea that Mrs. Phillips is in town to please Trevor or 3. Mrs. Phillips was actually in town after being released from prison and leaving when she found it most convenient. Adatinmymeadow also brought up the possibility of Ron killing Mrs. Phillips as well, which can be an interesting take.

Trevor is a cannibal. Or at least, has tasted human meat occasionally. It doesn't seem to be a common enough thing, not like he's eating like Hannibal Lector every night, but I'm willing to guess that the best way to hide a body is to get rid of it the best way he knew how....do what you want with that information.

After the events, Trevor is canonically a lifestyle coach living in Los Santos (this is seen in GTA online). He is actually quite successful in this day job. There is some speculation, however, if he is still in 'the game'.

Trevor has cartel connections and regularly delivers weapons to them, at least during the events of GTA: 5.

Trevor seems to have been a part of a foster care system, possibly due to his unfit parents, but he states, in his own words, that he has been in as many as fourteen different homes.

Trevor was so well-versed in golf that he could have turned pro.

All three boys were involved in some sort of petty crime in their youth.

It seems that Michael is the only one who never considered changing his life around until he was much older (his wife and kids being a large initiative in this decision) while the other characters choose crime because of the circumstances they find themselves in. Meaning, that Michael truly loves crime and only got out of it for the safety of his family, while the other two were more or less pulled in because it was their last option. Franklin was clearly stuck in a system that was constantly being pushed against him. Whether it be growing up in a poor community in Los Santos, his friends joining gangs, or realizing that his opportunities would be few and far between, Franklin chooses the life of crime because he feels like he's out of options (and it just so happens he meets a rather interesting mentor like character to help him in this journey). Trevor tried to enter the military to make a better life for himself but was rejected due to his failure on his psychological test before he could get 'his wings.' While working his way on petty crime, he comes across Michael and sets off their firey partnership. With nowhere else to really turn to, and the infamous flare gun story, Trevor takes up the mantle of being a criminal, and a rather good one at that.

Trevor doesn't become addicted to meth until he moves to Sandy Shores. It's easy to say that maybe Trevor wasn't even an addict prior to the North Yankton incident, and simply turned to drugs to deal with the loss of Michael.

It is implied, through GTA online, that Ron no longer works for Trevor.

GTA Online also confirms that Trevor did have an affair with Patricia Madrazo.

GTA Online implies that Franklin has more or less cut ties with Trevor. There is a scene in which someone 'dressed like a hobo' tries to shit on Franklin's desk when he comes in wishing to see Franklin. It's a good guess to say that this is Trevor, and it has been some time since either of them have interacted. This same mission also says that Franklin may still contact Michael, however. We can take the idea that Franklin just doesn't want Trevor around his children, as he is seen not allowing even Lamar to come into his home when his children are there.

Michael had an abusive father growing up, he later abandoned him. His mother would come up with a million, and frankly, strange excuses on why he left. Such as "being hit by a train."

When Michael first met Amanda, as I previously mentioned, he had bought her a pair of fake boobs to enhance her career as a stripper. This also helped her as a prostitute as well, and Michael was pretty much in charge of her. So, in a way, he was a pimp who founded his own prostitution ring with his soon-to-be-wife.

Post GTA: 5, it is implied that Michael still works as a producer with Richard.

I mentioned above that Franklin left highschool, but didn't give the reason as to why: he was expelled for assaulting a teacher.

Franklin was in the same class with Lamar, Tanisha, and Tonya.

Franklin joined the 'gangbanging' lifestyle and started selling drugs. His petty crimes later caught up with him when he was arrested and sent to prison when he was only 20. This caused him to want to turn his life around, and when he was released, turned to a more stable form of life. However, the job he would get would be a 'repo' man who involuntarily commits insurance fraud for his boss.

Although we see the rocky relationship Franklin has with Tanisha throughout GTA: 5, and her announcement of an engagement to another man at the end of the story, at some point, she calls off that wedding and gets back with Franklin. They later get married and have kids of their own. They are still together.

Things we might have forgotten in GTA5

In many fanfics scoping the internet, I had to compile a list of things some players tend to forget. Many of them are small, but others are pretty good for character enhancements, I hope you enjoy it!

(Also most of them are about Trevor lmao, but I tried to stretch it for all of them)

Franklin went to prison prior to the events of the game causing him to want to reevaluate his life and eventually getting a real job with Lamar.

Michael was a football quarterback in his youth.

Trevor played hockey and golf growing up.

Trevor had a brother (named Ryan) who disappeared under mysterious circumstances, some believing Trevor had been the root behind it, but nothing was proven.

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#gta5 #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips #michael de santa #michael townley #franklin clinton

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fmhiphop · 1 year ago

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Raising The Bar: Nas And Tobe Nwigwe Unleash TRANSFORMERS: RISE OF THE BEASTS Music Video - "On My Soul"

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'Don't slander all the banter Just one answer, I'm an animal I'm just one man, outstandin' though Part wolf, part king, part hannibal Example, proof, I'm built like I'm mechanical On the mic, I'm a cannibal You don't know who I'm family to You don't know my team, you don't know what my mans'll do Turn it up to the maximum, gorillas in the trap.' I had to turn down the volume because this heat almost burned my house down! I guess that means the gorillas got too hot and had to escape the trap! Watch the video below: The Battle For Earth Begins! TRANSFORMERS: RISE OF THE BEASTS Brings Epic Action! TRANSFORMERS: RISE OF THE BEASTS roared into action, ready to captivate moviegoers worldwide. But this time, the Autobots are embarking on a thrilling '90s globetrotting adventure that will have you asking, "Where to next?" But with the crazy-fast speeds of the Autobots, you'll be asking, "Where were we?!" 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latenightartist-author · 2 years ago

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Save me

Pairing: NBC Hannibal x reader

summary: Hannibal and Y/n have been avoiding talking about where their relationship stands. Are they friends or lovers? Due to this Y/n has been avoiding him. Hannibal found the distance odd and tried to call her one day but was answered by a man. Y/n was kidnapped now Hannibal need to come to the rescue.

Warning: Language, Kidnapping, blood, implied cannibalism, alcoholism, assault(not sexual)

Note: I don't condone cannibalism but Hannibal is hot and I'm a sucker for fanfics where the reader is hurt/kidnapped/insulted and the character comes to save her.

Hannibal sat in his office. It was late and he was working on his drawings. He looked at his phone to see if there was any phone calls from Y/n. He and Y/n had been close for several years and he knew she loved him. He loved her but being the Chesapeake ripper made that a bit complicated for him. He saw no messages or calls. Usually she'd send him at least a picture of whatever food she tried to make.

He called her number. Ring. Ring. Ring. Then a voice he didn't reconize. A mans voice with painful sounds in the background.

"Someone finally called to check on her," the mans voice laughed, "I guess someone did call for you whore." Hannibal's grip on his pencil tightened as he heard the man address Y/n with such a vulgar name.

"Where is she?" he asked sounding calm

"Hannibal, don't listen to him!⎯ mm" Y/n shouted before someone muffled her. Hannibal slipped His scapula into his sleeve as he wrote down the address that Y/n's kidnapper gave him. When the kidnapper hung up. Y/n glared at him, "I hope you know what you just did."

Y/n had recently found out Hannibal was the ripper that the FBI was looking for that's why she started distancing herself. It scared her not that he was a serial killer what scared her was that she wasn't bothered by it and that scared her. She wanted to be with him. It brought her comfort at this moment though because she knew that Hannibal would save her and her kidnapper would either be torn to shreds or made into Hannibal's dinner.

Her kidnapper looked at her as she got lost in her thoughts. He took advantage of the moment and started beating on her. He punched her and she refused to give him a reaction. He stabbed her side. She was holding onto the thought that Hannibal would save her but she didn't want him to kill someone for her. As the kidnapper punched her a final time the chair she was tied to fell over and her nose started bleeding. She heard the door bust open and Hannibal shout her name.

"Y/n, My dear, are you okay?"

"What do you think, Doctor?" She snapped at him irritated by the pain, "Sorry Hannibal, I just hurt all over."

"Don't close your eye, I'll be right back. Now I'll deal with you." Hannibal got out his scalpel and started his work on the man who took you from him. Y/n saw what he was doing and was slowly getting more and more tired.

"Han, I can't stay awake." She muttered and Hannibal slit the kidnappers throat before going to get Y/n. When she came to again she was in Hannibal's room. He was stitching the knife wound shut, "Hannibal. That man what happened?" she asked as Hannibal removed his gloves.

"I killed him for hurting you. It was for your safety." He started to get worried that Y/n would freak out and call the police.

"Hannibal," she could see the worry in his eye, "I know who you are."

"Humor me then. Who am I?"

"The Chesapeake Ripper."

"How do you know?"

"All the missing parts, they were in your fridge when I went to get some juice the other day."

"So you're afraid of me?"

"No," Hannibal looked at her, "What I'm scared of is the fact that it doesn't bother me like it should. I should be scared. I should run from you. Instead lately I find myself wanting to be near you. Making excuses to come see you in your free time." Y/n looked at him and sat up a little bit more. Hannibal helped her, "I think- No. I know that I'm in love with you. I shouldn't but I do."

"I know you do. I have known for a while. Why do you think I came for you? And killed him?" He put his hand on her face and moved to kiss her but she stopped him, "What's wrong?"

"Have you brushed your teeth or at least used mouthwash since you last ate?" she really didn't want even a particle of human meat to enter her mouth.

"Yes and I promise I won't have you partake in my preference unless you are ready or want to." she smiled, "Now may I kiss you?" Y/n nodded and Hannibal moved closer and kissed her, "I love you, my dear."

"I love you too."

#hannibal x reader #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #hannibal #hannibal x y/n #hannibal x you #whump #angst

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angelfishofthelord · 3 years ago

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okay time to talk about my cannibal angel idea. and no this is not inspired by hannibal i've had this idea for like a year now. even thought of changing my url to cannibalangels at some point. this gets realllly long so more under the cut

anyways. s9 again. cas is an angel, so like sometime after the midseason? the idea is that there's a zombie-esque virus that happens as a result of the heaven's fall/the separation of the host. like after the fall the angels are no longer together, their grace isn't connected the way it used to be, and then (science mumbo jumbo) voila virus! once infected the virus makes angels rabidly hungry for grace, and since they're not in heaven the only other source of grace is each other so yeah, they start attacking and devouring each other. (dean: sounds like a them problem/cas: slaps the back of his head)

cas gets infected when trying to save one of his siblings from an infected angel. he does save the sibling and he knows that he's infected but he hides it from sam and dean by feeding the hunger for grace by eating...yeah you guessed it...himself. eventually sam or dean sees like entire chunks of his arm missing and they find out. the problem is that by eating his own grace (autocannibalism) he's weakening his own ability to reproduce grace/heal himself. so at some point he's going to eat himself to death/not be able to recover.

enter gabriel. who is alive because i want him to be. he's like ive seen an outbreak of this virus thousands of years ago. sam and dean are like Great how do we cure it? gabriel says we didn't. we killed all the infected angels. (cas: yes absolutely kill me/everyone else: stfu)

gabriel is determined to save cas ofc so he flaps off to find a cure. not before gabriel lets cas feed on him so he doesn't have to eat himself for awhile (archangels dont get the virus cuz their grace is special). cue the classic horror scene of someone with their back to the audience and then someone else's bloody face appears over their shoulder. gabriel is just *holding cas close, telling him its okay* while cas is *half crying half chewing through him*.

Also. in case gabriel isnt back in time and cas gets hungry again, cas insists that they set up precautions so he doesnt hurt anyone, angel or human. So they have to put him a straightjacket and hannibal-esque mouth-mask to keep him from eating himself. gabriel tells sam and dean that they have to let cas eat a little of himself every day, or cas'll go insane from the hunger much faster and become feral. Every morning its like *okay feeding time* (sam undoes the jacket and mask) cas: pls don't watch/sam: you know i have to stay here and make sure you don't eat too much/cas: still turns away in shame

god writing this would Destroy me. i just have like mental images of cas in his full straightjacket-hannibal-mask-get-up spending time with the boys like. leaning his head on sam's shoulder when he reads to him. squished in between sam and dean on the sofa for movie night. lying on his side on the bed and dean curled up beside him. it would be the most tragic devastating adorable thing ever.

#my fanfic ideas #tw cannibalism #cannibal angels #this idea is so close to my heart but i Know it would shatter me #spn horror

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laf-outloud · 3 years ago

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I watched Hannibal, where characters died bloody every single episode, and I know for a fact that Hellers watched it too because I came across them all the time during my fandom days.

So they can miss me with how triggered they were by people 'literally' dying in the Supernatural finale. If you can cope with cannibalism and murder, you can cope with the bittersweet ending of a show about hunting supernatural beings.

They didn't get their Harlequin romance ending between Dean and the trench coat, so they're throwing the mother of all toddler tantrums. That's all it comes down to.

Let me guess, they also have their favorite ship from Hannibal as well!

We all know Dean's death is just one of the many excuses they use to hide their m/m fantasy disappointment. What's really offensive is that they use words like 'traumatized' and 'triggered' without any consideration to people who have experienced real trauma, emotional and/or physical.

Shipping fictional characters is not an excuse to co-opt real world problems.

#toxic shipping #anti hellers #offensive hellers #ask box

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themissinggenius · 4 years ago

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Part 2/2

Another conversation was coming, but it was avoided for the time being. Clarice showered in the guest bathroom; earlier, she had tried peering around the house—still mad but a bit embarrassed by the outburst. The door had been put back into place since she showered, and the water had been cleaned off of the floor. Hannibal was nowhere to be found. I really did it this time, she thought. Her body relaxed, and her face softened. She didn’t think it was appropriate to laugh, but the thought still surfaced, prompting a sad smile. I pushed around the violent centerpiece of the FBI’s Ten Most Wanted list. And he just cried. Shithouse mouse. The smirk dissipated as she ruminated further... She had hit him. Being a domestic abuser wasn’t just rude; it was boringly common.

She moved the thoughts about violence to the side and shifted her attention to the cause of the scuffle. I don’t know what he expected. Hannibal knows the depth of my old relationship with Jack, as much as he hated him. He told me to say goodbye to my father, so why not Jack?

Your daddy and Jackie Boy aren’t the same, she reminded herself. At this moment, she was both grateful and resentful that her internal voice of reason was that of her husband. At least it was helping her see his view. Okay, so the relationship isn’t necessarily comparable. But why would he think I wouldn’t come home? Did he really read my intentions so incorrectly?

Clarice laid awake in the guest bedroom for hours.

Hannibal Lecter relies on his intuition; it may just be his most famous attribute. On rare occasion, though, his cunning will fail him. On the day that Jack Crawford died, it most certainly did.

However, he doesn’t know that yet. Instead, he is reclined in repose at the seat of his harpsichord which he does not play. As he is off in one of the ill-visited quarters of the home, Clarice would be unable to hear the notes carrying from her position in the guest room; even so, he does not play. Hannibal gleaned a look of disgust and frustration from her earlier, and thus, he was certain his Starling would take flight by the morning for reasons known but difficult to accept. There is no reason for him to play.

Poised on the bench, he disappeared to his memory palace without struggle. The difficulty came when he walked down the halls, closing each door that had belonged to her. Hannibal contemplated as he walked: There is a certain symmetry to this—an appreciable one. Clarice’s hotheadedness had been a defining feature of hers, whereas he relied on coolness. He chastised himself for his own emotional outburst; it was unlike him to breakdown, and though he had allowed himself to become vulnerable to his wife, with her likely departure, he had to withdraw from all this fragility. He had to shut down. He had to be the ice to meet her violent fire.

Thus, he closed her doors, sealing the emotional ties within each.

Hannibal emerged at the sound of her voice. He had not heard her approaching in nor had he smelled her.

A few paces away from the harpsichord, Clarice stood. Hannibal had been contemplating whether to address her as Clarice (Perhaps too informal at this point...), Agent Starling (But even when she goes back, she won’t be an agent...), or Miss Starling (Ummmm, I don’t like this one very much...) when she interrupted.

“Hannibal,” she started.

“Ah.” He paused but spoke again before she could continue. “I see you’ve finally decided to join me. Had enough tossing and turning up there, or did you come down to use me as your personal punching bag again?”

“No, no. I just think-”

He cut her off again. “You know what I think, Ex-Special Agent Starling?” Oooh. That works, he thought. “Well, actually I wonder. I wonder if that was how Daddy took care o’ Mommy when she wouldn’t shut ‘er yap.” His imitation of her accent—which she had long abandoned—made her flinch. “If Ma didn’t have dinner on the table at five-o-clock, yes siree, she’d be in some kinda trouble. And boy, does Clarice still wanna be like her Daddy! No matter what,” he emphasized with a drawl, “she’s gonna stand by him. It sure do seem that way tuh me!” Hannibal smirked, and his face betrayed no warmth.

The room had felt colder to Clarice when she had walked in. She had expected him to be upset, but she hadn’t expected this. The woman paused and considered the implications: her musings were correct. He really did misread her, and now he was trying to drive her away. Well fuck that.

In their years of marriage, the couple had picked up on a few of each other’s traits. For one, Clarice was not going to allow a bit of intimidation break her. He came close to doing so in Baltimore, but he would not again. She steeled herself, adopting a bit of his icy demeanor.

“No, Hannibal. My father did not hit my mother. I think I would’ve told you by now, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer right away; rather, he just pursed his lips and smiled.

Then, he began: “As you know, I don’t try to predict you because it often proves fruitless.” He looked off before setting his gaze squarely on her. “However, considering these... outbursts of yours and the contempt plain on your face, I have bought you a ticket back to Arlington in time for dear Mr. Crawford’s funeral. For my safety, I will also be leaving, but not to Virginia. I know how much you must miss Jackie; please, give him my regards when you go. Maybe if you scream and pound on his grave hard enough, someone will hear and they’ll finally find you... Three years after you were reported as a missing person.” Lecter’s eyebrows shot up, and he shrugged. “Though I doubt you’ll be reinstated, as you haven’t kept your resume up to date. It will be no problem for you, though, Clarice.” He gave her a kind, patronizing look. “You’re a very smart girl. When you rediscover that the FBI has no use for your intelligence, try showing off your trophies from the firing range. Maybe even tell them about your skills in hand-to-hand combat... I could write you a glowing reference!”

Hannibal was perfectly still in his seat with his wife just beyond him. He waited patiently for her to break. He wanted no end to be left untied when she left. Your turn.

“I see you still try and lick tears after you’ve tired of tasting your own.” Clarice took a slow step toward him. She needed to crack his facade quickly. “Fortunately or unfortunately, I have no intention of moving back to the States. I find that I’m quite happy right here.”

Only she could have noticed the slight twitch of the doctor’s right eye upon this admission. And she did.

Starling inched closer. “Now, about this ‘contempt plain on my face’...” She mirrored his voice and flat expression; her imitation was even better than his had been. “Did ya happen to consider that it’s because you just tried to tear me apart—unsuccessfully, I might add? Let me tell you what I know, Doctor.” She hammed up the formality in her tone. “I know you’re not comfortable feeling worried about another person. I know that you felt vulnerable when I was gone, and I know you didn’t like that.”

She paused, remaining collected. She raised her voice a tad for this last bit. “Lastly, I know that you ASSUMED. And if there is one—just one!—good thing that goddamned Jack Crawford taught me over the years,” she laughed, “it’s that, when you assume, you make an ASS out of U and ME. Trust me, baby, you did just that. And despite what your intuition told you, I’m not going anywhere.”

She did it. The true stoic’s face had broken, and Hannibal the Cannibal sat, dumbfounded. He opened his mouth and then closed it. She continued.

“I’m sorry that you misread my motivations. I spent yesterday reflecting on how I had gotten to this point, and I had come home feeling glad. I was planning on going upstairs to find you, drawing a bath for the both of us, and then dancing later on in the evening. Your assumption got us a bit sidetracked, though.” Looking down at her watch, it was 2am. Holy crap. She focused back on him and noted that he was still unmoving but appeared less rigid than before. The room felt like it had finally warmed up.

Clarice took a last step towards her husband. Now above him, looking down, she said, “I am sincerely sorry for hitting you, Hannibal.”

Finally, he stirred. “Clarice, I have not once so much as laid a finger on you in anger...”

“I know. Ironic, right?”

“I don’t think so.”

His wife smirked at that, and he returned the favor. “No, I guess you wouldn’t. Anyway, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. You know what else won’t happen again?” She held his chin and spoke softly. “You doubting us. I’m with you for the long haul. Where the hell did you even think I was going?”

“Ummmm. To be candid, I’m unsure of what I thought your plan was. I assumeddddd,” he looked up at her teasingly, “that you were leaving because of a change in heart.”

“My, Dr. Lecter, you didn’t have every one of my steps planned out before I could even think of them? What have I done to you?”

“I can now definitively say that you bring out the worst in me.”

Clarice laughed and sat down next to him. “Crying? And worrying?” She was feeling more relaxed, placing her hand on his leg as she started laughing harder. “Why am I not surprised that you consider that to be Hannibal Lecter at his worst?”

Her husband just smiled back at her. She saw his cheeks blush almost imperceptibly, which then prompted a further fit. It wasn’t long before they were both laughing.

“You had better... go back... into that memory palace of yours... and open up my doors ASAP,” Clarice ordered while catching her breath.

“And how did you—?”

“You were sitting on that bench for quite a while before I called out to ya. Try not to forget about me so soon, huh?”

“I wouldn’t even think of it.” Never again, he added silently. “But I must ask... Would I be incorrect in assuming you still want to dance?”

Clarice smiled widely. Hannibal shifted in his seat and began to play.

#fluff+angst=whatever the fuck this is #THE FLUFF IS UNREAL OMG #it went from 100 to 0 so quick #clannibal #Clarice #clarice starling #hannibal #hannibal lecter

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rec listtttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

fair warning there’s a lot of different fandoms here—i have, uh. twenty-two pages of bookmarks. lots of newmann though, i promise. in no particular order, i give you a fic rec list

the future’s owned by you and me by kaiyen (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 7k, Not Rated)

Years after they stopped writing each other, Newt and Hermann run into each other on the steps of Cambridge University Library. Quite literally.

Newt stares at him, expecting more. He doesn’t get any. “Come on, man, who are you? Maybe I’ve read something.”

I doubt it, Hermann barely catches himself from saying. “Gottlieb. Hermann Gottlieb.”

And Newt looks like he’s struck oil. “Oh my god,” he says, and something flickers behind his eyes, like there’s more than just recognition there, and before he can wonder any more about what it is, Newt blurts, “Oh my god!” and Hermann flinches and makes a face like a disgruntled frog.

What you can expect: emotions, opprotunities missed, and opprotunities taken. I absolutely adore this fic, though I might be biased by the fact that it has Newt as bipolar, and that’s something I always crave (more bipolar Newt fic when???).

Survival is for Nerds by Annabeelee (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 46k, Teen and Up)

It's three hundred and two years after humanity lost to the Kaiju and two hundred and twenty one since the Kaiju left. Not that it matters to Hermann. In relation to following a neurotic genetic experiment across whats left of the Northern American continent while dodging alien predators and hostile subgroups of humans, its possibly the least helpful thing to keep in mind.

What you can expect: scifi, tension, and a very intersting world. Post-apocalyptic, technically, but the way it’s written makes it almost hopeful. I love how the setting and writing makes it feel like a blend between victorian steampunk and futuristic in tone.

people can surprise you (or not) by pdameron (James Bond, James Bond/Q, 10k, Teen and Up)

“I’m not you, Bond. I don’t exactly have a technique for getting rich strangers to like me.”

“Just do your naive cute puppy thing, and they’ll be doting on you in no time,” Bond replies as he pulls up to the grand estate.

“My what?” Q asks incredulously. Bond doesn’t answer, simply giving him an indulgent smile. The fucker.

(or: 00q meets Gosford Park. Except not really.)

What you can expect: humour, murder, and some light espionage. Also, fake dating.

Infinite Distance by lachatblanche (X-Men, Erik Lensherr/Charles Xavier, 7k, Teen and Up)

When they encounter an unfamiliar and seemingly-abandoned ship in the middle of nowhere in space, Captain Charles Xavier of the spaceship Graymalkin heads out to investigate.

What you can expect: drama! Intruige! It’s set in space! I read this a while ago but I have memories of it being rather riveting despite the relatively short length.

Gertrude’s Goulash by lollzie (Gotham, Edward Nygma/Oswald Cobblepot, 7k, General Audiences)

Ed needs a new roommate. Oswald needs a room. Oswald may just be the most amazing person Ed has ever met. Shame he's not single. Cue wooing via the medium of cooking.

What you can expect: pining, misunderstandings, obliviousness, and a lot of goulash as a method of romancing.

Death Of The Author by happygolovely (Gotham, Edward Nygma/Oswald Cobblepot, 9k, Mature)

Edward Nygma was never intended to be anything more than a secondary character.

The Riddler demands otherwise.

What you can expect: a story within a story within a story. You think you have it figured out, and the next moment the carpet is yanked out from beneath you. Fairly dark, possibly disturbing, but my goodness if it’s not engaging.

we make our friends, we make our enemies by ORiley42 (Mission: Impossible, Benji Dunn/Ethan Hunt, 52k, Teen and Up)

Benji finds out he has a new neighbor. This new neighbor happens to be off-the-charts hot. Hijinks, friendship, more-than-friendship, and secret agent drama ensue.

What you can expect: pining. There’s spy stuff going on too, and it eventually gets brought up, but my gods, the pining. Also, it’s fucking hilarious, and, at just over fifty thousand words, the perfect read when you’ve got an hour or two and you want something that’ll make you both laugh and cry.

Self-Sabotage by EmilyweepsforPilfrey (James Bond, James Bond/Q, 2k, Teen and Up)

For some reason, whenever he's alone with Bond, the most ridiculous things come out of Q's mouth.

Or 'the one where Q accidentally invents a girlfriend'.

What you can expect: Q being an utter idiot. It’s hilarious. Nice quick bite of humour if you fancy it.

The Long Con by harleygirl2648 (Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, 19k, Teen and Up)

There are two kinds of cons: long and short. Short cons mean short-term gain, with smaller rewards, mostly just everything you have in your pocket at that moment. Long cons mean lots of time, effort, costumes, masks, props, sets, and other characters all looking to set up the downfall of the mark and take them for all that they've got.

Con Artist/Thieves AU: Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter are both interested in acquiring a Botticelli, but both of them are quite fond of each other's short games. For both of them, it's the deception and thrill of the game that's worth more than the payout.

And well, after all, aren't the easiest people to scam are those who think they are smart enough to not get scammed?

What you can expect: no cannibalism, a lot of banter, and, of course, con artistry. Quite delightful if I do say so myself.

deus ex machina by coloredink (Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, 26k, Teen and Up)

"What the hell?" said Katz. "Is that--"

"Yeah, I know, it's kinda flashy." Will shut the car door behind him and patted his pockets for the little fob to lock the car.

"Isn't that Hannibal Lecter's car?"

The car beeped to indicate it was locked. "Yeah, I guess so." Will walked away, toward the field, Katz on his heels. "I needed a new car."

"So you bought the cannibal car?"

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You asked for it: the one where Hannibal is a murderous self-driving car.

What you can expect: what it says on the tin. Quite funny, especially with the element of magical realism meaning Hanni-car is sentient. The Hannigram is more vaguely implied than an actual thing, owing, probably, to the fact that Hannibal is, well, a car.

adapt, evolve, become. by peupeugunn (Alex Rider, Gen, 3k, Not Rated)

“This is how you get out. You're slowly moving towards a desk job.” A pause, then, “you know, most people do it the other way around.” Alex chuckles softly and and shuffles towards him to lean against his shoulder, burrowing into the crook of his neck. Ben’s arm winds around him, shields him from the world, a solid weight on his back. “You're going to miss the adrenaline rushes, kid.” There's something almost sad in his voice. Alex doesn't want to understand why. Down that road lies madness.

What you can expect: a character study, in a bit of a roundabout way.

A Sharp Dressed Man by Avelera (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 12k, Teen and Up)

Hermann's latest book needs an author photo. However, when he's given a makeover and a suit that actually fits for the photo shoot, his appearance is so transformed that Newt mistakes him for his (much hotter) older brother, Dietrich.

Hermann decides to play along.

What you can expect: gods this fic is so good. It’s the first Newmann fic I ever read, and I’ve reread it a good six times since 2018. I would say more, but I think the fic speaks for itself.

Gestures by Actually_Crowley (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 7k, Teen and Up)

Newton finds out what Hermann does with his rare free time, but the discovery leads him to believe that Hermann honestly and unequivocally hates him.

What you can expect: the rituals are fucking intricate. I love this fic so so so much. And the eventual reveal/confession...scream.

Fate’s Horrifying Ways (also known as: CHRISTMAS GODZILLA) by linearoundmythoughts (Pacific Rim, Newton Geislzer/Hermann Gottlieb, 4k, Teen and Up)

Your name is Newton Geiszler and you’re going to have to break things off with your sort-of online boyfriend because you’re cheating on him. Sort of. [AKA the most dramatic summary of a humorous crackfic ever ok]

Originally written for the Pacrim Secret Santa back in 2014.

What you can expect: first off, it’s not second person, I promise. It is, though, really fucking funny, owing to the misunderstandings that ensue. There’s much pining, some angsting, and, of course, humour.

Letters From Berlin by spenshi (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 12k, Teen and Up)

Newton keeps in touch with his family when he's shipped off to the Shatterdome. Jacob and Illia send care packages to the K-Science Lab.

What you can expect: Geiszler-family feels. A lot of them. Also, Newt and Hermann slowly growing closer to until they can finally admit they’re into each other.

Wishbone by cypress_tree (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 8k, Teen and Up)

Hermann doesn't have anywhere to go for Thanksgiving, so Newt invites him over for food, family, and a little bit of flirting. Just a warm, fuzzy college AU to get you through the holidays.

What you can expect: fluff, softness, general feel-good fic. It’s really good, and it has Geiszler-family feels. Reading this fic is a bit like drinking hot cocoa on a cold day.

next days by catbeans (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 5k, Teen and Up)

Hermann had never felt an ache quite like this one, and he had felt plenty. He had been running on adrenaline first, and then on the necessity to keep running, pain and bone-deep exhaustion falling to such a low priority that he couldn't even consider it one anymore, and then it had stopped.

(the 18 hour nap date these guys deserve)

What you can expect: Newt and Hermann cuddling. A lot. That’s really it, that’s the fic. It’s 100% indulgent and I love it for that.

Tebori by SkysongMA (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 7k, Not Rated)

Newt squints. "It's really not a sex thing? 'Cause I'm not opposed to it being a sex thing, mind you. I just don't want to come in the lab tomorrow and not get to throw things at your stupid face."

Hermann lets out an endless, long-suffering sigh. "It's really not a sex thing, Newton, honestly. We hate each other. That's worked out very well for us so far, and it will continue to work out for us in the future." He doesn't mention that they haven't always hated each other and that, at one point in their long relationship, showing up unannounced at Newton's door for the purpose of sexual favors would not have been so far out of the realm of possibility. Had been, in fact, one of those things Hermann had considered late at night long ago, when he couldn't go a week without a fat envelope in the mail full of Newt's ramblings.

But that was quite some time ago, and he means it. They each get more work done than they would ever have separately, even if only because they like to rub their progress in the other's face.

Anyway, admitting anything different would just give Newt ammunition

What you can expect: Newt gives Hermann a tattoo. There’s a lot of feels.

Newt Inherits a Bar by orphan (Pacific Rim and It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 11k, Not Rated)

The scary part is the bar looks exactly like Newt remembers.

What you can expect: you’ll probably tear up a bit. This one hits pretty hard, honestly, but it’s so, so, so good.

First a Darling, Then a Marvel by isozyme (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 20k, Mature)

Newt runs a simulation given three constraints:

1: Newt wants to clone a kaiju 2: Hermann does not want Newt to clone a kaiju 3: Newt is going to clone a kaiju anyway

What you can expect: a lot of sciencing, a lot of feels, and two repressed idiots. There’s like, a paragraph or two of smut but it’s pretty clear when it’s going to happen so it’s easy to skip, which is great. The tl;dr of this fic is Newt clones some kaiju, Hermann reminds him how fucking horrible of an idea that is, and everything more or less works out in the end.

Tea and Sympathy by osprey_archer (Torchwood, Owen Harper/Ianto Jones, 13k, Teen and Up)

Soon after Jack's disappearance, Owen takes sick. Ianto goes to check on him.

What you can expect: crabby doctors, put-upon Welshmen, and a fuckton of emotions that everyone is trying to ignore. Not particularly happy, but then, when is Torchwood ever? It’s good while it lasts, though.

Pareidolia by hal_incandenza (Pacific Rim and The Black Tapes Podcast, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 102k, Mature)

It starts as a profile of paranormal investigator and professional skeptic Dr. Hermann Gottlieb. But it seems the further journalist Newt Geiszler delves into his cases, the more mysterious Dr. Gottlieb becomes. What is he hiding? What is he looking for? What is the truth? What is the difference between a journalist's idea of truth, and a scientist's?

Seeing is not believing. Believing is believing.

What you can expect: suspense, mystery, horror, pining, and apocalypse cults, with a dash of an ambiguous ending. I love this fic so much. I literally would stop what I was doing to read it when I got an alert that there was an update when it was still a work in progress.

Meet Me There Across The Water, And We’ll Start An Endless Storm by Skepticamoeba (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 35k, Teen and Up)

Hermann, an honorably discharged veteran has retired to continue working as a Keeper at a Lighthouse. It is perfectly solitary, and with little in the way for incidents. Newton is the sailor that washes up on the seashore after a summer storm.

[Late 19th century Lighthouse Keeper AU--or the one where Hermann was an aspiring artist whose dreams got a bit derailed, and Newt is the sailor that needs to learn to take his time with things.]

What you can expect: the pining........the intricate rituals............the denial.........*chef’s kiss*

and I couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted by Lvslie (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 24k, Teen and Up)

He still smells like Newt; bears traces of his recent nearness. Clothes sleep-wrinkled from the proximity, from the way Newt’s ankle has during the night hooked around the calf of Hermann’s good leg and dragged his whole body seamlessly closer. Cheek half-flushed from the face unconsciously nuzzled his into the side of Hermann’s neck—evidence of his presence, fast asleep, as Hermann lay still and fretful for hours an end, staring at the ceiling and feeling sick with wanting.

[An early 20th century AU inspired loosely by Maurice and Age of Innocence.]

What you can expect: wistfulness, pining, repression, denial, lots of feelings. You’ll probably tear up. There’s an achingly happy ending for both of them. This is one of the fics I want a hard copy of so I can mark it up because, fuck, I love it so much.

leave the car running by Macremae (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 1k, Teen and Up)

It is clear that, after everything, Newt doesn't like to be touched.

What you can expect: touch starvation, mutual pining, Newt finally getting the human contact he deserves. I wrote my own version of this since it was initially a prompt, but quite frankly, I like Newton’s version better because it hits.

The Man Who Invented Sherlock Holmes by Calais_Reno (Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, 15k, Teen and Up)

John Watson, struggling young doctor, doomed to live an ordinary life, dreams of writing detective fiction. If he can just figure out his hero's name, the story will practically write itself.

What you can expect: Watson sort of, kind of, maybe invents a man into being. Oops. I haven’t read this one in a while but I remember it being quite a lot of fun. There’s elements of what I would say is probably magical realism, but it’s never quite clear.

Newton Isn’t Dead by Macremae (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb and Vanessa Gottlieb/Karla Gottlieb, 32k, Mature)

Newton Geiszler is currently being possessed by a genocidal alien race known as the Precursors. They’ve taken over his body, leaving him a prisoner in his own mind. However, Newt has a totally awesome plan. He’s going to make a deal with them: let him prove that Earth is worth saving, and if he can’t do that, they can have his body. But convincing a hivemind full of mega-colonizers that one blue planet can be wonderful isn’t going to be easy. He’s going to need the help of his kind-of-ex Hermann, his best friend Vanessa, and one awesome Footloose remake to pull this off.

So, naturally, they go on a road trip.

What you can expect: pining, world-saving, eventual confessions and happy endings. I had the great honour of reading the chapters before they were published, and this fic is one of my top five favourite fics. There were multiple points where I yelled, both literally (quietly) and through text (slightly less quietly).

it takes time, but time moves slow by prettydizzeed (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 2k, Teen and Up)

Hermann conducts a cost-benefit analysis every class period of sitting in the back of the lecture hall versus walking down the stairs to the front. He wishes he had hard data for this, to get some actual statistics, and perhaps after a while, if he records his pain level and his ability to read the board and pay attention after each class, he will be able to predict the outcomes given either choice on a particular day.

Two curves, traveling in opposite directions, inversely proportional: pain goes up, concentration goes down. It’s comforting, somewhat, to make it a numbers game. Impersonal. Absolute. Not a tragedy, and not his doing, only his to interpret, a smudged scrawl across his left knee in an unfamiliar handwriting, his to analyze, to decrypt.

What you can expect: the fic may only be 2k, but it will leave you feeling like you were punched. It’s fantastic.

I Could Be Jew-ish For You by Macremae (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 10k, Teen and Up)

When Hermann agrees to spend Chanukah with his family in an attempt to wheedle some desperately-needed funding out of his father, Newt insists that he shouldn’t face Lars alone and tags along as his “emotional support family rage distraction”. What they fail to realize are two things: 1. When Hermann brings Newt with him to the festivities, assumptions will be made, and 2. Newt may be half-Jewish, but he sure wasn’t raised as one.

What to expect: fake dating fake dating fake dating— (can you tell I have a favourite trope?) In which Newt is Jew-ish, Hermann is both exasperated and pining, Lars is disliked, and we all get the Jewish romcom we deserve.

It Was Love At Second Sight by rednights (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 35k, Teen and Up)

Hermann receives the first letter when he is eighteen years old.

or: Kaiju don't attack the Earth, but Hermann and Newt still write letters, botch their first meeting, and fall in love, not necessarily in that order.

What you can expect: feels. So many fucking feels. There’s no kaiju but that doesn’t mean you won’t be on the edge of your seat.

hello my old heart by firebirdsuite (The Magnus Archives, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims, 15k, Teen and Up)

Peter’s wrong, of course. When it’s all over, Martin does still want to tell Jon everything. It’s just—well, there’s a few things they need to work through first before they can get there.

Martin and Jon find each other again in Scotland.

What you can expect: tenderness, domesticity, and love. The perfect trifecta.

the truth about me (and the truth about me) by danimagus (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 11k, Teen and Up)

Newton suffers from a bout of memory loss and is told Hermann is his fiancé.

Hermann plays along, to his endless shame.

What you can expect: two words: fake dating. Gods, I love this fic, as Mary can attest from how I unceremoniously started screaming at her about it in her tumblr messages the day of/after it was published. This fic is great because it subverts the trope a bit, and thus avoids issues of consent that may otherwise have occured.

speak right to my heart without saying a word by thekaidonovskys (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 13k, General Audiences)

“Your eyes. Your expression. Your smile. I’ve worked with you for ten years, Hermann, and words have never been our primary method of communication.”

What you can expect: to be knocked the fuck out emotionally. This one hits pretty hard, and that’s what makes it so good.

Transducer by hal_incandenza (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 85k, Teen and Up)

“I need you to hide something for me.”

“Oh, excellent. Of course, Newton, please allow me to jeopardize my career. And yours as well. My pleasure. Do go on.”

“Yeesh, relax,” said Newton. “It’s a personal thing, not a work thing.”

“As if there is any division between the two,” Hermann snapped.

If only you knew, Newt thought.

What you can expect: intruigue, alien tech, light espionage. This fic will have your little nerd heart beating double-time. It’s very very good.

A Really Private Person by astolat (Person of Interest, Harold Finch/John Reese, 18k, Mature)

The end of the world started on a Wednesday in March.

What you can expect: badassery on Finch’s part. One of the few fics I have bookmarked for this fandom, and it’s bookmarked for good reason.

Party For Two by ProblemWithTrouble (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 18k, General Audiences)

“My mother’s parents have a home in the Black Forest that has a guest house. They’ve often allowed me to stay there when I could spare the time.” Hermann looked distant as if he were remembering something; the warmth of a fire and a nice book and the smell of freshly made tea. “It will be quiet, and possibly too boring for you-”

“It won’t be. I could use some quiet after the decade we’ve had. I could actually compile my research. And sleep. It sounds amazing.”

After the world doesn't end Newt and Hermann take a vacation together to live in a cabin and finally relax, as friends. Cue the pining, the longing, and the living together as best friends.

What you can expect: a fic that will wrap you up like a warm blanket. Mutual pining, vacationing together in a cabin, lots of feels—what more can you want?

Dream Drifting by MooseLane (Pacific Rim and Inception, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 5k, General Audiences)

"You're running an extraction on that spastic PPDC biologist, is what I hear." Chau fixes him with a side-eye. "I know I wouldn't want to go poking around in that little bastard's head."

(There are not enough Inception x Pacific Rim crossover fics, so I decided to change that.)

What you can expect: Inception meets Pacific Rim. There’s no other way to say it, really.

I’ve Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile (The Only Living Boy In New York) by gyzym (Inception, Arthur/Eames, 19k, Teen and Up)

Arthur's a corporate lawyer, Eames owns the coffee shop across the street, and all good love stories start with a quadruple shot latte.

What to expect: Arthur is stressed, Eames runs a coffee shop, and, through the power of friendship and a lot of stress-baking, everything works out happily for our intrepid protagonist.

Kalimat/كلمات by rainbowagnes (The Old Guard, Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicolò di Genova, 3k, Teen and Up)

Yusuf translates medical texts for Niccolò from Greek and Persian into Arabic, and Niccolò spots the substratum of the ideas of the classical authors that he had once believed the basis of his own civilisation that he would go to the sword to defend, translated and passed down and sewn into a no longer foreign script. There are words Yusuf does not know how to translate. They will never, ever know all of the words. The prospect is thrilling. --- It takes Niccolò lifetimes to learn Arabic.

What you can expect: if you, like me, are, especially natively, multilingual, this might hit the sweet spot of Language Feels. It did for me. Also, Joe calling Nicky hayati? Yeah.

i never liked that ending either by Macremae (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 15k, Mature)

You want a better story. Who wouldn’t? - Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out

Once upon a time Dr. Flick Tucker, K-Sci head of Biology, fought a bunch of highly scientific dragons to save the world. Then, they took over her life. It didn’t end well.

Once upon our time Dr. Newt Geiszler, marine biologist, sci-fi aficionado, and accidental discoverer of dimensional travel, got a chance to take her place. He has a couple of ideas.

In which Uprising is still a bad movie, musings on the nature of choice and personal autonomy are made, and somewhere, probably, a coin is showing heads every time.

What you can expect: everything’s fine this is a perfectly normal fic come here i want to cause you as much emotional damage as I can

Not Allowed by acedott (BBC Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, 1k, General Audiences)

Gwen has been dealing with self-imposed touch starvation since she was a child. Morgana sets out to challenge this.

What you can expect: gays. Pining. Touch starvation. Need I say more?

Rocky Horror Pancake Show by ChuckleVoodoos (Daredevil, Matt Murdock/Franklin “Foggy” Nelson, 19k, Teen and Up)

Foggy falls asleep at exactly 12:00 AM, and he’s making a wish. He wakes up at 12:00 AM too—twenty-four hours before he fell asleep.

"Let's do the time warp again!"

What you can expect: Ground-hog Day style time-loop, lots of fluff, and a happy ending.

Ain’t No Nancy Kerrigan by cleverqueen (DC’s Legends of Tomorrow, Leonard Snart/Mick Rory, 13k, Teen and Up)

It's 1994, and young Lisa Snart's jumps aren't strong enough for an Olympic singles skater. Thankfully, her older brother has an athletic friend who can match her in pairs.

Mick Rory is hopelessly in love with Leonard Snart, though he'd never say anything about it, so he jumps at a chance to do Len's little sister a favor. If he's patient and works hard, maybe he'll even get to skate with her older brother.

What you can expect: pining, ice-skating, and general goodness. It’s fun, it’s funny, and it has a happy ending.

#rec list #ask #a good 40% of these are mutual pining but really who's surprised. i love a good mutual pining fic #hopefully all these links work because i spent. an inordinate amount of time compiling this.#let me know if any of the links need to be changed #c.txt

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The Gift

Birthday present for @snarkmaid ! Happy birthday!

Pairing: Hannibal/Will Graham

Words: 3k

Trigger Warnings: murder mention, cannibalism mention, very brief retelling of a fairytale that mentions the subject of incest (completely inconsequential to the plot, but it is mentioned so I thought I’d warn y’all), death mention, blood mention, injury, angst, subtle hints of Stockholm Syndrome

Will knows as soon as he wakes that something is off- it's too quiet, he slept too well, there isn't a cold wet nose pressed into his hand to beg for food. He's not home. Not in his usual home anyway. Blue eyes squint as the sunshine washes over him and despite the pain burning in his abdomen, he raises a hand to shield his face from the excruciating light. The last thing he remembers is bleeding out on Hannibal's kitchen floor and feeling his life drain out of him. No that's not quite right. He has vague images, flashes of incoherent memories that he isn't entirely convinced are real, but that last thing he tangibly remembers is being wheeled through Baltimore International's TSA.

Sitting up isn't pleasant, the effort gives Will the sensation that he's being split open again, but he manages to prop himself up against the plush pillows. The bed is large, much softer than his mattress back at home and yet somehow he is more uncomfortable. The room is spacious, exotic decor littering the walls in a way he personally finds distasteful, but he won't complain- he's alive and breathing. Maybe he should complain. In the corner of the room opposite of the bed is a window that overlooks a city he does not recognize and it only takes him a few seconds to realize he is the farthest away from home he's ever been. "We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto," he mutters bitterly under his breath, the mere effort of speaking suddenly the hardest thing he's ever done. His throat is dry, his voice weak. He wonders when the last time he's had any water. On the plane.

Tipping his head back against the bed frame, he allows his eyes to close and his breathing to slow. If he focuses hard enough, he can remember. He can remember getting through airline security, but he cannot remember who was pushing him in the wheel chair he found himself confined in. He can remember being stitched up, but he doesn't remember being in a hospital. There's a gap between when he closed his eyes to accept death and the brief moments of consciousness he can recall. Who carried him out of the house? His eyes snap open, cutting himself off from remembering what he knows is true. Even before he hears the familiar footsteps outside of the room, he knows it's him.

The door opens and Will feels defenseless, unarmed and weak from the pain. When his eyes land on Hannibal, his gut lurches and he can feel the sharp sting of the knife in his stomach ripping him open all over again. And Abigail...all he feels in this moment is the deep ache of betrayal. "Come to gloat, Hannibal?" But the pleasant expression on the other man's face tells him everything. Hannibal isn't here to twist the knife in deeper, he's here to ease the pain. The man crosses the room with confident steps, a certain gleam of worry in his eyes where Will had expected pride.

"How are you feeling, Will?" It's a simple question. Straightforward, and yet Will can't help but feel there is so much more behind those empty words.

"You should know. You seemed to know exactly what you were doing when you cut me open." His voice cracks under the weight of what he's said, but he forces himself to go on. "If you intended to keep me alive, why did you do it? To make me weak? To wound me? To teach me a lesson?" His throat tightens, disdain dripping from his tone, coated in venom. "To mark me?"

Hannibal doesn't miss a beat, his back turned to Will as he retrieves the wheelchair from the closet. "I simply intended to give you a fresh start." When he turns to face the other, there's a hint of a smile curling the corners of his lips and that all too familiar glow of pride creeps onto his complacent features. "One version of you dies, another is reborn. I was freeing you from the limiting circumstances you found yourself in."

Will is about to retort, but his gaze falls towards the wheelchair and his eyebrows furrow. He doesn’t like the vulnerability the object suggests, doesn’t like the idea of Hannibal pushing him around while he’s too weak to move on his own. He isn’t comfortable with relinquishing control, but what choice does he have? Before he can voice his disdain, the other man is pulling the duvet cover back and offering his arm for Will to lean on. He doesn’t comply, staring blankly at the man with relentless disbelief. How could he expect Will to trust him after what he’s done? As if Hannibal has read his thoughts, he pulls back and straightens his suit jacket, allowing the other his space. “If you will not allow me to take you into the kitchen for your surprise, I suppose I will have to bring it to you.”

“I don’t need anymore of your surprises, Hannibal.” The words rush out of his mouth before he can stop himself, his tone rigid as ever. He doesn’t mean to sound as harsh as he does, but it’s warranted. Shaking his head, he attempts to pull himself up but the pain shoots through him and he falls back with a groan. An unwilling display of weakness. Once again, Hannibal bends down to offer his arm, but this time he doesn’t wait for Will to comply, his other arm sweeping under his legs until all of the man’s weight is nestled against his body. Lifting him is effortless and he lowers the man into the wheelchair with ease, but as soon as he has pulled away a strange rush of chills overtake Will at the absence of the other man’s warmth- there was something comforting and familiar about being pressed to his chest. In that moment, he knows exactly who had carried him out of the house that night. “So what exactly is this surprise?”

The ghost of a smile on Hannibal’s face illuminates his eyes in a way that haunts the other man, and yet he can’t look away. “The satisfaction of a surprise lies in the element of secrecy. I wouldn’t want to ruin that for you.”

“We saw how well your last surprise went.” There is no response from the other, but the silence is confirmation enough that Hannibal knows how he’s hurt him. The question is if he cares. As Will is being wheeled out of the room, he steals one final look out of the window, still trying to piece together where in the world they are. The decor is foreign but not beyond the doctor’s usual taste, if anything the man must feel right at home. Will, on the other hand feels like a bird held captive far from home. The hallway is lit up with the same gothic light fixtures as the bedroom, the walls adorned with portraiture and scenic paintings, the occasional floral wreath adding a liveliness to the otherwise surreal ornamentation. The man already feels so out of place when he catches a glimpse of himself in the gaudy full length mirror at the end of the hall. He almost doesn’t recognize his own reflection, which isn’t an unfamiliar sensation to him- and yet he’s never felt so unlike himself. His dark curls are wild and tousled, his face pale and flushed, his eyes bloodshot and accompanied by dark circles that could be mistaken for bruises. It’s a look he’s worn before, back when he worked too hard and sleep escaped him for days. He imagines he looked just as haggard during his incarceration, but this time he feels it. Will is use to not feeling like himself, he’s even familiar with feeling like his life isn’t his own, but he isn’t accustomed to the sensation that he’s been completely broken down into something unrecognizable. He’s been changed and he knows it.

Hannibal must have picked up on what Will was feeling, must have felt the shift in the energy. Clearing his throat, he turns the man away from the mirror and proceeds down another loudly decorated hallway, only speaking once they’ve reached the dining room. “You’ve been unconscious for quite some time, Will. You need to replenish your strength.” Will’s stomach lurches when he sees the table set for two, a thoughtfully prepared meal waiting for them. He wonders who they are having for dinner. “Braised duck with a red wine reduction,” the man explains, as if he has once again read the other’s thoughts.

“What’s the occasion? This isn’t your usual fare. Trying something new?” For the first time that evening, he can feel the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile, though the pleasantry doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s a wry grin, as if he’s made a joke in spite of himself. Maybe he’s just delighted it isn’t Abigail set out and displayed on the dining table.

“It’s a special day today, Will.”

He doesn’t like how his name sounds on Hannibal’s lips, nor is he fond of how often he seems to say it, but he can’t help but shiver when he hears it. “Oh? And what is today?” In an act of defiance, Will takes hold of the wheels of his chair and pushes himself towards the table, away from the other man. “What are we celebrating?”

“Your birthday.”

The answer is direct, simple, and yet it baffles him. How long exactly had he been unconscious? How did Hannibal know when his birthday was? Had this been a part of the plan from the beginning? “I guess I really have been out for quite some time.” As if on cue, his stomach growls in response to the food set out before him and he wastes no time in helping himself, not waiting for the other to sit down. This pleases Hannibal, who is now standing beside him pouring them both a glass of wine. It feels as if this is the first meal he has eaten in his life and he is shameless in devouring the delicate meat. He hopes there’s more, he doesn’t know if this first helping will satiate him and he knows he can’t go much longer without being properly replenished, as Hannibal put it.

“After dinner, I will show you the surprise.”

Will manages to swallow before speaking, his brows furrowed in concerned confusion. “This isn’t the surprise?” He watches the other closely as he takes a seat at the opposite end of the table, all the while reaching for his own glass of wine. The red liquid offers a pleasant warmth, but he can’t help but wonder when was the last time he had water? “What else is there? This is...” Enough. It had been a long time since his birthday had been celebrated, much less with a surprise. It was more than he felt necessary. Is this an apology?

Hannibal does not indulge him in the secret, keeping himself silenced with a fairly portioned bit of duck pressed to his lips. He is slow to allow it to pass his lips, even slower to chew, savoring it in the way Will does not. To Hannibal this is a delicacy, something to take his time to enjoy. To Will this is a means of survival. Once he has cleared his plate of the meat, he starts on the vegetables that have been just as finely prepared as the main course. Their meal proceeds in silence, something Will finds unusual and unsettling. He expected the other to have more to say, as he usually does, but he can’t deny the quiet eases his aching head. When Hannibal does speak, his voice is gentle, soft as if he knows the other is in pain. “I’m eager to show you Italy, Will.”

Those words are jarring. It should put him at ease to know now exactly where they are, but it only makes him irrationally angry. Suddenly, the food tastes sour and he pushes his plate back in disgust, offering a dry laugh as he wipes his mouth on his napkin. “Is that where we are?” It’s not so much a question as it is a retort, but Hannibal takes it quite literally.

“Yes. Do you not remember the flight here?”

“I don’t even know how you found my passport.”

“I think you’ll enjoy Florence, it’s a city full of life and beauty-”

How interesting, he’s changed the subject. Will’s face contorts into an expression of disbelief but he forces a smile and decides to play Hannibal’s game, changing the subject once more. “The cabbage wasn’t very good.”

Hannibal wasn’t expecting this, but regardless of how jarring those words are to hear he doesn’t take personal offense; he knows Will is deflecting. Taking a bit of cabbage into his own mouth, he mulls over his next words carefully. To change the subject again would lead them in a dance around each other, a game where neither said what they truly meant but both were courting each other, nonetheless, with unpleasant words. It was a courtship Hannibal was willing to make. “The ancient Greeks believed that each individual person had a spirit present on the day of their birth and it was said that events of major change, such as birth days, welcomed malicious spirits. Everyone was born with evil-quite similar to Christianity’s theory of being born with the original sin, it seems. Candles and cakes and celebrations were used as a way to chase away these evil spirits and purify the individual. So tell me, Will, what ghosts were you born with? What sins did you manifest that you wish to cleanse yourself of?”

A thick brow arches, a hand wavering over the stem of a beautiful hand blown wine glass. “You said this was a rebirth, that I died that night. Wasn’t your intention to free me of my sins? To break the cycle of my crimes? Or was it in your design to birth me into new sin?” He lifts the glass to his lips, letting the wine wash away the hint of gratitude that lingered on his tongue. He might always hate him for what he did to Abigail, but his compliance in this delusion is silent forgiveness; he would comply with this new life he has been given, accept Hannibal’s gift no matter the price they had to pay. “Are you enjoying playing God?”

Better the devil you know.

A pleasant smile cracks the other’s lips as he stands to collect their dishes, and when he bends down to collect Will’s plate he lingers for a moment. Will can feel his breath hot on the back of his neck, eliciting a shiver- but it isn’t unpleasant. After a moment, the man draws back, the same smile still painted on his face. “I have a new aftershave for you, I think you’ll like it.” Will’s heart hammers in his chest as he forces a nod, his own lips drawn into a tight frown. He remains speechless, but thankfully Hannibal continues to fill the silence. “I think it’s time for the surprise.”

“I think I’ve had enough of your gifts,” Will scoffs, a hand going to the wound that now scarred his abdomen.

“I assure you, this won’t be the last-”

Is he referring to the scar or the dinner? Regardless, don’t they both mean the same thing?

“You spoil me.” Will’s voice has returned to the dry contempt he can’t for the life of him hide. He doesn’t mean to sound ungrateful, but to admit he was appreciative of any of this would cost him his last shred of sanity. He watches the other man disappear into the kitchen and he feels a wave of relief flood through him. He allows himself to breathe freely for the first time, his shoulders falling forward as he drops his guard. Eager to get away from the table where he felt suffocated, he takes hold of the wheels of his chair and pushes himself away. Exploring wasn’t easy when he was confined like this, but he finds himself positioned in front of a large arched window where he can finally see a decent view of the city. He still wouldn’t have recognized his surroundings if this was the scene he had woken up to, but this offered more perspective to what his new home would be. He knows in this moment, with much regret, that he would never leave. He’s tied to this place now.

He doesn’t have much time for himself before Hannibal reenters, and when he turns his attention towards the other man he is instantly met with a mixture of confusion and guilt. Hannibal sets the surprise down on the table- a three tier birthday cake decorated in deep purple fondant and blue edible flowers. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time Hannibal.” He can’t rid his voice of the genuine shock and he curses himself for being so vulnerable. It had been so long since someone had gotten him a birthday cake, and he can’t recall a time anyone had ever made him a birthday cake. He approaches the table with some reluctance, watching as Hannibal cuts into the dessert. “I trust you’re not going to sing to me?” Those words earn a soft hum from the other who simply shakes his head and places a generous sized portion of cake in front of Will.

Marbled chocolate with raspberry filling. Eyebrows furrow, hand reaching for his fork. Just like everything Hannibal made, it looks too fancy to eat but he suspects it’s more than just a visual spectacle. Even before his first forkful passes his lips, he knows it’s going to be the best cake he’s ever eaten. Hannibal is frustrating like that. He attempts to be subtle with his approval, cautious of the other man’s inflated ego, but his wide eyes betray him and he finds himself taking a second bite. Will expects the other to gloat, to make some suave remark about how eager he is to have more of the confection, but the next words out of the man’s lips cause him to stall.

“Have you ever heard the fairy tale of Donkeyskin, Will?”

He feels as if he’s missed something, his brain working fast to try to piece together the bridge between the cake and the sudden topic of kid’s stories. He allows himself time to process the question, reaching for his glass of wine and only speaking once he’s washed down the taste of chocolate. “It sounds familiar, but I didn’t really spend my childhood swapping fantasies with other kids. Why don’t you refresh my memory?” He feels those familiar hazel eyes fixed on him with such intensity that he becomes uneasy, his heart beating fast in his chest and his mouth becoming dry. Why did Hannibal have to look at him like that?

“It is a story of a king with a beautiful wife and all the riches he could desire, including an extraordinary donkey whose droppings were gold.”

“Sounds painful-”

“One day his wife was dying and made the king promise her that he would only marry again when he found a woman whose beauty paralleled hers. The king mourned his wife, but in time he began to seek another. Over time it became clear to him that the only woman who was as beautiful as his wife was their daughter.” Will’s eyebrows raise, his face contorting into a questionable expression, but he doesn’t interrupt. “Frightened and miserable, the princess runs to her fairy godmother who tells her to make impossible demands as a condition to the proposal: a dress as bright as the sun, a dress the color of the moon, and a dress the color of the sky. The fairy godmother did not expect the king to produce these dresses, but he is so eager to fulfill his promise to his wife that he has the finest dresses made for his daughter. Perplexed, she returns to her fairy godmother who tells her to ask for the skin of his marvelous donkey- the one that produces gold. Upon receiving this last gift, the princess dresses herself in the donkey skin and flees to a royal farm where she is allowed to work in the kitchens despite her hideous appearance.”

“Is there a reason you’re telling me this story or is this what you consider dining room entertainment?”

The other continues as if he has not heard Will’ interjection, crossing his hands in his lap and leaving his cake untouched. “On certain royal feast days, the princess would wear one of the dresses gifted to her by her father and on one of these days she encountered a prince who fell in love with her at once. He declared that the only thing that would cure him of his longing would be a cake baked by the woman.”

Did he do something to the cake?

“When the princess baked the cake, one of her rings fell in and when the prince found it he vowed that he would only marry the woman whose finger it fit. When he found Donkeyskin and discovered the ring fit her, they married and lived happily ever after.”

It’s in that moment that Will feels something foreign in his mouth, heavy against his tongue and coated in the cake’s raspberry filling. Blue eyes snap up to meet Hannibal’s, his own gaze filled with contempt. How dare he put him in this position? He knows what is is before he spits the trinket out into his napkin, the silver leaving a metallic taste in his mouth. As he looks down at the ring in his hands, the whole world slows down. It feels like both a promise and a threat; a promise that he isn’t disposable to Hannibal but a threat to his freedom. And yet he knows without question what his answer will be. He slips the ring on, the metal encompassing his finger. He feels suffocated, as if the ring were tight around his throat instead, but he also feels a sense of gratitude and relief. Their courtship was finally over. As the pressure in Will’s chest releases, he finds himself reaching for his fork once more.

“I could have choked.”

“Happy birthday, Will.”

#hannigram #;my fics

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best-enemies · 4 years ago

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For the fandom ask meme thing can I request the whole damn alphabet or is that not very cash money of me? I’m nosy lmao I wanna know all of them!

AHDKAJSDKJAHSKDA JACK YOU’RE THE BEST

A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)

I’ve had my current OTP for like almost 8 years and it’s, obviously, Thoschei (Doctor/Master). My other current obsession is the Gallifrey OT4 hehehe

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

It’s funny because I didn’t ship Hannigram at first... I’d thought the idea of a cannibal having a relationship was terrifying because what if they had sex and Hannibal got hungry in the middle of the act? Lmaoooo

But yeah they’re my endgame now. I watched the show when it first aired and I was about 14/15 years old so now you see why I thought that. Although I’m still afraid I’m gonna be reading a fic and Hannibal will suddendly bite Will’s dick off or smth AKJHSAKJSAHSASKAJ

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice)

Uhhh Doctor/Clara. Mainly because I don’t like to ship the Doctor with companions (there may be one or two exceptions but I don’t ship them enough to actually say I ship them lol) and I don’t know I just never vibed with it

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)

Doctor/River. I mean, I did like it for a while years ago but now it’s just... eh. I think she has a waaay better chemistry with the 12th Doctor, but still don’t ship it. I might give it a try once I listen to the River audios but so far meh. I’m not much of a multishipper anyway.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what

God. I’ve written a couple of Academy Era (focused on the Deca) crack fanfics and I still have to translate them to English. They’re pure garbage but I love them. I have a lot of fun writing crack fics because they’re easier and I can ignore whatever piece of canon I want just for the laughs

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

Guess it’s Doctor Who, been here (in and out of the fandom) for over 8/9 years

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

Uhhhh I think it was Han Solo and Leia, since I was a kid really. I wanted to marry both of them lol

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., tv shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)

I had to google what a source text is and still don’t know

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

I don’t think so, but Twitter definitively has. I remember a couple years ago I was curious to see what voltron was about and watched a few episodes, it was ok, fun and cute but the fandom was so annoying I stopped watching it for good and don’t care about it enough to pick it up again

J - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr

I had definitively forgotten about supernatural until I saw it all over my dashboard in the year of our lord 2020 lmao like in my wholock days I tried to watch the show because everyone on my dash (is it still called dashboard?) was talking about it and I watched about 8 episodes before dropping it. But seeing it again on the dash was actually a happy surprise because the memes are too funny hahaha

K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms

I’m extremely shy irl and on the internet as well but I wanna say that @janeturenne is one of the best authors ever and her fanfics are a blessing in my life; also @thebraxiatelcollection who brings awesome content to my dash and is also one of the best authors. And of course, you, Jack, also one of the best authors god I’m so BLESSED

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

Uhhh I guess I’m neutral about the current companions. They’re not my favorites but I don’t really dislike them - they had a lot of potential and chibs came up with some good storylines but did not develop them well in my opinion. I think Graham is a fun grandpa whom I’m going to miss when he leaves; Ryan is cool and could’ve done a lot more if the writers had kept a few things, it’d be awesome if he vlogged all of their adventures. He’s like the one I was curious to see more but sadly didn’t feel a connection; and Yaz, I hope she’ll keep growing and that her friendship with the Doctor will finally be developed to a level we can connect to her.

It sounds weird because with the fam it’s always ‘what I wish could have been’ because I never felt really connected to them :(

M - Say something genuinely nice about a ship that you don’t ship (or its shippers, or anything related to you)

Ok... I don’t really ship Rey/Finn but I think it’s one of the sweetest ships ever, and if they ended up together I’d be happy. They love each other and are there for each other always so, yeah :D

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

I don’t know if I got the question right but it’s three things I wish I saw more in my main fandom? Well, if it’s that, then, 3 things about the Doctor Who fandom: 1) people having more civilized or light-hearted discussions about things. Like, I genuinely disliked an 8th doctor audio I listened once that my friends loved, and they made fun of me and we joked about it. Also once we were in a live twitch video playing among us and discussing doctor who, and then we got into a ship “discourse” as a joke and nobody really cared and just laughed because everyone knew it’s fictional shit so why get mad over it? 2) Doctor Who has a titanic amount of content, it’s all canon but at the same time it’s not, so who cares? If you want to listen to Big Finish audios and if you can afford it, then lisiten; if you can’t, it’s okay, no one has the right to tell you you’re less of a fan. Just tell them to fuck off; 3) The best way to keep fandom alive is by creating content. Here in my local fandom we have several podcasts dedicated to all areas of the whoniverse (the show, the expanded universe, the audios, etc), those old fandom websites who do serious work to bring news to the fans, people who make subtitles for the classic series (we don’t have it available here so they do their best to make it accessible to other fans), accounts dedicated to promoting dr who fans who create content, and we even have people making their own audiodramas with dw characters and writing book-lenght fanfiction to help explain the show to people who’ve never watched it, and a great variety of things. I’ve seen a few of these things in the international fandom, mostly by older fans, so I wish younger fans about my age who have the means to make this kind of stuff would make it too. Maybe there’d be less twitter drama out there lol

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

“the killing moon” by echo & the bunnymen reminds me of thoschei. yep it was totally random

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

The fact that we don’t have a pride and prejudice AU for brax/romana yet is driving me insane

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

I’ve mentioned it before but doctor/river, don’t really remember why idk I just don’t vibe with it anymore. But also because thoschei has so many different pairings in 1 ship that I don’t really feel the need to ship them with anyone else lol

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

GOD I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT BECAUSE IT’S SO SPECIFIC ok fellow academy era stans gather around if you have read Divided Loyalties there’s a scene where it SHOWS that Magnus had a crush on Ushas. And NO ONE HAS EVER TALKED ABOUT THEM and the power couple they would’ve made. I write them into all my fanfics in hopes of making other people ship them but I’ve had no success so far

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

The Master is a big fan of musicals and in the 77 years he spent on earth he watched every single one ever. I’m gonna be bold and say that when he was young, still Koschei, he was an artist, and thought about dropping everything to become an actor on Gallifrey. Time Lords do appreciate art, and have their own plays, but it’s just the same old and boring ones the young people don’t care about. The Master then created a shocking performance that was way ahead of its time and the older Time Lords were so appalled they banned him from writing and presenting plays and that’s his villain origin story

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

1) The Doctor and the Master married on Gallifrey and the entire show is just them having the most litigious divorce in the universe (still isn’t final because the Master has killed all the judges); 2) Ushas/The Rani is ace; 3) The Deca was a 10 people polyamorous relationship; 4) Romana and Livia were girlfriends at the Academy and they hate each other now because the break up was baad; 5) Romana writes fanfiction; 6) Romana/Leela had a thing in Davidia I KNOW it; 7) Leela pegs Narvin; 8) Brax has a life-size painting of Romana at his collection or a statue or smth; 9) Brax’s dream in Reborn is actually REAL and he’s married to Romana, Leela and Narvin all at the same time

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

I don’t even think I’m in 5 fandoms but

Doctor Who: The Master, The Doctor, Romana, Leela, Sarah Jane, Bill (this was the hardest thing ever)

The X-Files: Mulder, Scully, Monica, and can I add The Lone Gunmen too?

Star Wars: Leia, Obi-Wan, Finn, Poe Dameron and honorable mention to Din Djarin and Grogu

Hannibal: Hannibal, Will, Bev, Alana, Chiyoh

V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

That’s hard

Doctor Who: thoschei ofc, gallifrey ot4.......... uuhh as you can see i don’t ship many pairings in the show

The X-Files: Mulder and Scully. And whatever Scully and Monica had going on because they definitively flirted

Star Wars: Poe/Finn, Han/Leia, whatever Han/Lando had going on too

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

WHATVASHAJSKAJSA ok this is a little embarassing but I don’t have a lot of kinks for many ships... I guess I have some for thoschei like, choking, whipping, blindfolds/gagging, bondage, begging, biting, sem-public, phone sex, dirty talk, body worship, praise kink, etc. Alright alright I know it’s a lot but in my defense they've shown half of these on the show

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

The Master, Romana, Leela, Brax, Narvin, Bill Potts, Martha Jones, Sarah Jane, Donna Noble, Lucie Miller. No particular order for most of them but the Master is my precious baby and I will die for this mf

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

Not many, usually the people I follow are in the same fandoms as I am but I’ve seen some mutuals reblog some Hadestown stuff which is a play that I’ve never seen but definitively would because the protagonists look hot

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)

I DON’T KNOW WHAT DOES IT MEAN

it took me three hours to do this but it was fun!! thank you bb <3

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fmhiphop · 1 year ago

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Raising The Bar: Nas And Tobe Nwigwe Unleash TRANSFORMERS: RISE OF THE BEASTS Music Video - "On My Soul"

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