#I miss my fannibals!

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

We have a whiteboard in part of the library where I work that the tech desk workers put questions on semi-regularly like "What stuffed animal did you have as a kid?" or "What is/was your college major?" or "What's your favorite TV show?".

Well anyway, for the last two-ish weeks the question has been "Who is your favorite celebrity?" and obviously when I saw this last Tuesday I put Mads Mikkelsen. Except I went back today to see how many more names there were, and someone had written Hugh Dancy directly under where I wrote Mads Mikkelsen.

And I know another fannibal who works here at this library, but I know it wasn't her because her favorite celebrity is Hozier, so I actually have no idea who this other fannibal (or King Arthur 2004 fan) is.

It's entirely possible that I'll never figure it out because that whiteboard is not just for people who work at this library; literally anyone who walks past it and wants to put down their answer can. It might have just been a random person and not even one of my coworkers, and there's too many different departments at this library with too many people I don't know for me to reasonably ask around to see if it was someone else who works here 😭

[thebeetleboy]

you bitches got me back into my hannibal obsessions. ill never forgive you

[murderfathers]

Hello fannibals i haven’t posted in awhile.. i miss tumblr so bad i hate being busy! some updates im moving across the world and ive been feeling like hannibal lately with the way i show my love to others… anyways i leave you all with this beautiful painting i found it brought tears to my eyes

[insideapollo]

Here’s a preview of my contribution to the upcoming Hannigram “Il Mostro” zine organized by @vermilionzines ! 🦌🦌🩸

I’m so excited to see this book in print! There’s a ton of incredibly talented fannibal friends in here, don’t miss out!! Like Hannibal aka The Monster of Florence, the zine is very dark and sexy, expect a lot of monsters and blood! 🙃

Preorders are open now thru September 15! Proceeds will be donated to charity. 🍽️💕

https://vermilionzines.bigcartel.com/

(I will be selling prints in the future if you’re unable to grab a copy! Patrons can see the complete piece now!)

[fallenangelofmurderhusbands]

Hey fannibals!! I've been away for a bit but I'm back now!! What's been going on in the fandom!?

Any news? New fic recs? Rewatches? Etc.! Send 'em my way plz and thx!

Really want to get back into the fandom and be more involved. :) I miss y'all!!

♡

[mutualldisorder]

C2E2 was amazing!!

I met so many amazing Fannibal friends here—I’ve never felt so connected to a group of people. It really means the world to me!!! Everyone was so kind. Thank you all! 🫂❤️

Huge thank you to @katkelsay (on ig) for getting a video of me meeting Hugh Dancy!! I told him some personal things so I won’t post it, but the picture is of him saying hi to me! 🥰

I also got to hug Hugh!! I’m still reliving that moment in my mind haha. He was always so sweet.

I miss you all very much!! 🦌

[arciam]

I can not believe I'm back after almost 5 years..! To be fair, a big chunk of this video I completed ages ago, but I was inspired to come back and finish it since I am currently rewatching Hannibal for the first time in just as long. Song: "Black, Black Heart" by David Usher (Slow Version) Clips: NBC Hannibal

Alright, since this is my first time posting anything Hannibal-related in literal years I really want to tag some people from back in the day, just to see who is still here. Show of hands:

@existingcharactersdiehorribly? @the-winnowing-wind? @bansheegrahamtao-blog? @warpedchyld? @bonearenaofmyskull (okay I know you're here but I still wanna say Hi 😄) @drlectertho? @hannigram? @avegetariancannibal? @genufa? @pmfji? @hannibalsbattlebot? @pka42? @bu0nanotte? @lizardkingeliot? @hannihumor-blog? @axmxz? @camilleflyingrotten?

Kinda missing my Fannibal Family rn...

[disasterbuck]

tagged by @rainbow-nerdss 💕 (you tagged my other blog but I'm answering it over here)

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

5 times Buck didn't break

When Bobby didn't text him back that morning, Buck didn't think much of it. 

end on a song

Slamming the front door, Buck stalked over to stand in front of where Eddie was seated on the couch.

what happens if I do this?

Lounging beside Eddie on the couch, Buck scrolled absent-mindedly through his phone, skimming news articles and click-bait for something to interest him.

I can see it in your eyes

Buck put his hands up, letting the music carry him.

Eddie, you have food on your face

Sinking down onto the couch beside Eddie, Buck reached for a plate and began piling food onto it.

Buck, you have food on your face

Wiping his hands on his napkin, Eddie turned to look at Buck and see how close he was to finishing his burrito.

it looks better on you

Light from the setting sun slanted across the dashboard as he drove.

James

Buck sighed, leaning back on his couch and trying to focus on the show he'd put on.

knee deep in sinking sand

"Buck? You good?"

sidewalk rule

Buck was chatting away, his hands waving this way and that, and Eddie had a smile on his face as he walked beside him.

Did you eat today?

At the sound of a door opening and closing, Eddie stretched and rubbed at his eyes.

if you love someone

Buck slowed down, his foot on the brake, as they joined the long line of traffic all trying to get home.

boysenberry

Buck licked the edge of his ice cream cone as it began dripping, but he missed a bit.

spitting sand at the beach

Buck had sand in his hair.

lost the reflex to resist (I could get used to this)

Eddie woke to the gentle press of lips against his forehead and slowly blinked his eyes open, looking up to see Buck leaning over him with a smile.

Friends Don't

Tongue out and one foot propped up on the locker room bench, Buck struggled to get the zipper on his duffel bag past the bulging contents.

Waking Up Slow

Waking up slowly, Buck felt Eddie pressed against him and let out a happy sigh, turning to snuggle closer.

-

I'd say the pattern is that I like to just jump right in to what's going on? idk, what do you think?

Tagging:

@dluoser @taketheplanspinitsideways @loudenthusiastic @wallywise @mxrcjqckspnchqsc

@i-am-married-to-my-fandom @therosesaredying @stillfuckingtired @classtrialguru @speggle

@awesome-igi @natnuszsstuff @olliesrants @crazyfangirlallert @delirium1995

@brah3280 @meanceclosetohell @anythingeverythingallofthetime @izzysbeans @sunflower-eddiediaz

@darkrose6578 @veronae-buddie @steadfastsaturnsrings @loveyouanyway @inell

@spicyrottingbrains @gnoeltop @idealuk @donationwayne @lemotmo

@smilingbuckley @realpersonwithrealfeelings @superlock-in-the-tardis @mjthe14thdoctor @strxwbereee

@idontknowwhatimdoing777 @ashleigh2658 @mari-lwyd-fannibal-blog @mineyneedsmoney @faithhopeandmisery

@spotsandsocks @unlifeira @tofanasmuse @pirrusstuff @buddiedaydreamer911

@littlevampireprincessuniverse @misshiss727 @i-put-the-star-in-bastard @hermioneindisguise @dangerpronebuddie

@daffi-990

Let me know if you'd like to be added or removed 💕

[tideswept]

15 questions for 15 friends

I was tagged by a few people, so~here we go!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Kinda! I was supposed to be born a boy, and absolutely nothing was prepared for me when I turned out to be female. And mom went "I like my sister's name" and named me that. (This caused a lot of drama.) So I wasn't named after her per se but....

I ... I was almost a Peter.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Few weeks ago.

3. Do you have kids?

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

None tbh other than what I was forced to in school. Oh. OH WAIT SWIMMING IS A SPORT. Okay. Yeah. I did a lot of that. I just, uh, never view it that way?

5. Do you use sarcasm?

... having a small crisis upon the realization that I rarely do these days. god what happened to me I was such a sarcastic little demon I'm all EARNEST now

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Hair. Weird thing, right? Mostly because I'm always impressed by how people can keep their hair tamed. (me, with curly hair: [despair]) Followed quickly by body language.

7. What's your eye colour?

Brown! I'm told it looks green up close but ehhhh. (doubt)

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies! Or, you know, scary movies with (relative) happy endings are also good!

9. Any talents?

I have a knack for detecting accents/identifying languages and having a general, if not specific, idea of where people are from. I also have a scarily good aim. (though my form is atrocious and under no circumstances should ever be mimicked)

I'm also a pretty decent cook! Bit hit or miss as a baker, though.

10. Where were you born?

Venezuela!

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, gaming, reading, cooking, being a lil' nerdy about Disney comics and Disney history overall. Obsessively analyzing data.

12. Do you have any pets?

I point you upwards! Big one is Jupiter (ASH) and the small one is Saturn (Russian Blue). Both of them are about 13 years old.

13. How tall are you?

5'2... and a half. (It counts!) [158cm]

14. Favourite subject in school?

English, since it gave me an excuse to read and tune out everything else lmao. (I was often bullied, or, I guess, attempted, once I got into a book you could scream in my ear and I was full Helen Keller. Who? What? Don't care.) ♥ Depending on the teacher, I also really liked history and science! Basically, as long as I don't have to do math and the teacher wasn't a bitter monster, I enjoyed the subject.

15. Dream job?

Ethnologist! Oh my god, I'd be so delighted to get to nerd out like that! ♥ With the rise of various internet cultures I think, more than ever, we could really use more of them around. It's such an interesting thing to do to be able to delve in order to contrast and compare, to find links and reasons for variances, commonalities, schisms--all of them. There's so much data available online, and it paints such a colorful, and sometimes tragic, implications that extend far into our burgeoning global identity and--

I'll shush. 👀

Tagging: @scatteredheroes @irrationalsense @dark--whisperings @aigoos @gretchenzellerbarnes @qed23 @mollysunder @mari-lwyd-fannibal-blog @skyerie @minimal23 @ellelans @mutteringretreats1 and anyone who hasn't yet gotten tagged/wants to do it!

[ipeggedwillgraham]

Are any fannibals still here? My hyperfixation that was at a low simmer has returned to violent boiling and I need people to flail with. I miss our show :(

[explainslowly]

it is fun to contemplate like the, fandom significance of ships, looking at that poll, significant ones seem to me as:

Spock/Kirk OBVIOUSLY

Mulder/Scully again, obviously.

Watson/Sherlock kind of cosmically, generally, has to be there right? Sherlock Holmes obviously has fandom significance outside of shipping primarily.

OK, controversial one but - do we think any Harry Potter ship makes it? Was any one ship specifically significant? Or was it the general vibe? And the bloody shipwars, of course. I am a wolfstar guy but wolfstar does not feel significant to me. Nor Drarry nor the het ships that had people sending death threats to each other.

Larry OBVIOUSLY

Jack Harkness/Ianto I remember this one making people soooo insane. Example of ship that is both canon and significant, imo. Perhaps for it's canonicity.

10th doctor/Rose probably. IDC.

Jensen/Jared might belong here. Unfortunately. For originating both the omegaverse and the original male dog tag on ao3. For the sheer evil energy.

Reylo search your heart you know it to be true.

Those Les Miserables twinks. Probably? Maybe. IDK. Discuss.

I don't think any MCU ship makes it, but tbf if any would, it would be stucky.

I am paradoxically very removed from anime shipping. If any made it probably Sasunaru would be the one. I feel like anime shipping has it's own world that does not communicate with live media fandom. Therefore the significance is like. Shrug.

Girl where is Xena/Gabrielle. GIRLLLLLLLL.

Carlos/Cecil probably, right? The breaking open of the fiction podcast flood.

With heavy heart I have to say, probably not Proffesor X/Magneto. Even if they sooo divorced and we are missing divorce representation in this poll.

I don't think Klaine was significant as a fandom thing. Case of canon giving you pretty much all you could possibly want from a romance storyline and then possibly a bunch of stuff you didn't, lol.

Destiel this, more than anything, is the Destiel website. 113k fics on ao3, baybee.

Will/Hannibal I don't know. I'm torn. It's so good and Fannibals are little freaks. But I feel like they are doing their own thing in their little corner.

Sam/Frodo - or some tolkien shit? Probably?

I am like under-studied on rpf ships (more probably belong here) and femslash. The poll itself also has heavy recency bias as does my memory (I wasn't a shipper until my mid twenties). See my confusion about tolkien shit.

Consolation prize #1 - migratory slash fandom - hiiii Sterek, Rodney/John, Phlint, etc, I hate youuuu alllllll <3

Consolation prize #2 - pair the spares - hiiiii shit like Sabriel, you make my eyes bleed <3

Anyway, feel free to discuss <3

[avegetariancannibal]

The Despondent Penguin Happy Again

Hannibal Hannipenguin Lecter the 8th missed his daughter. Abigail had left for college, off to study classical metallurgy and to eat a few classmates, following in the murderous avian flipper steps of both her biological father and adopted father, to varying degrees.

Hannibal was feeling utterly lost and began to exhibit subtle signs of his despondency around his townhouse in the Cannimal Sanctuary.

He waddled up to Will Mongoose, who was getting dressed for work at the FBI (Fannibal Bureau of Investigation) which involved putting on a lot more corduroy than mongooses usually wear.

Hannibal tugged on Will’s tail. “I am informing you that my period of despondency for the day is about to begin. I shall be sighing and sitting despondently at the harpsichord.”

Will gave him a little smooch on his head. “Have a good day, dear.”

And just like that, Will left.

Hannibal was in the midst of rearranging a piece by Bach when he noticed Will had left his lunch behind! He packed it into a beautifully crafted reed basket and headed out the door, happy to have something to do beyond missing Abigail and plucking at the harpsichord.

****

Hannibal padded down the halls of the FBI with the perfectly adorable basket containing Will’s lunch clutched in the tips of his even more adorable flippers.

“What brings you by?” Jack the Bear asked, following at his side.

Hannibal continued padding in the direction of Will’s office. “My darling mongoose left his lunch at home so I’m bringing it to him.”

Jack looked suspicious as he eyed the basket. “It’s not made of people again, is it?”

“There’s a little bit of people in it,” Hannibal said. Jack frowned at him, so he hurried to explain. “But it’s from leftovers that were in the freezer! You know as well as I do that food waste at the Sanctuary is at criminally high levels.”

Jack sighed. “That is true,” he said. “But that’s at least in part because you keep throwing away all the M&Ms and Doritos from the FBI break room.”

Hannibal shuddered. “My husband was coming home with cheesy orange paws every other night and little rainbow poops on the nights in between! What’s a fastidious penguin to do?”

“You could just mind your own business,” Jack suggested.

Hannibal gasped with indignation. “How could you think my mongoose’s dietary habits aren’t my business?”

They reached Will’s office. Hannibal’s attention was immediately drawn to the trash bin full of woven reed baskets. By the smell of them, they were still filled with the lunches Hannibal had made for him for at least the past week! Why hadn’t his mongoose been eating them??

Jack clapped his paws together. “Ooh, trash!” He began rifling through the lunches like a delirious Yogi Bear. A tarte Tatin made with heirloom apples disappeared into his ursine maw.

Will was nowhere to be seen, but there were empty coffee cups all over his desk. And they smelled like the remnants of cheap, store-brand coffee. Horrible! Was nobody at the FBI bothering to make siphon coffee for Will? Or at least some pour-over coffee. Dear God, what were their taxes at the Sanctuary even going for?!

Hannibal burst into tears. “Who made this terrible coffee?”

“I believe Brian makes it,” Jack said. A dish of people-sausage cassoulet joined the apple tarte. “I remember Will saying he likes how strong Brian makes the coffee.”

“I knew it,” Hannibal said. “That little mouse has been after my mongoose for years!”

Hannibal stomped down the hall toward the breakroom. Well, he stomped as well as he could with his penguin physique, which meant it was more of a speedy waddle with the occasional hop and stumble with annoyed honks. Frankly, it was extremely cute and didn’t convey quite the sense of jealous rage that Hannibal was aiming for. Jack followed him with a basket clutched in each paw.

Upon finally arriving at the breakroom, Hannibal saw two-thirds of Team Sassy Science slowly filling the coffee pot by carrying thimbles of water from the sink to the machine’s reservoir. But where was that utter fiend, Brian?

Ah! There he was! His whole body was inside a giant can of coffee, using his back feet to kick the grounds into the filter.

“I know what you’re up to!” Hannibal shouted. “You conniving rodent!”

Brian peered over the edge of the can. He shook grounds off his whiskers. “I’m making coffee,” he said. “What’s so conniving about that?”

“We’re making coffee,” Beverly corrected him.

“Yeah, all of us,” Jimmy chimed in. “We’re kind of a team.”

Beverly and Jimmy high-fived each other with their minuscule paws.

“You’re trying to woo my mongoose,” Hannibal said. He tried to hop up onto the counter, but flopped onto the floor. He really needed to get back into his exercise routine. He’d really been ignoring his fitness amid all his despondency since Abigail flew the nest. He pulled out the drawers and used them to climb up onto the counter. He pointed at Brian. “You’ve been seducing him with your special coffee.”

Brian blushed. “Everyone usually hates my coffee. I mean, it’s full of mouse poop.”

Jack, who had been in the middle of taking a sip to wash down his apple tarte, spit coffee everywhere like a decorative fountain.

Hannibal pulled Brian out of the can of coffee. “What?!”

“I wasn’t doing it on purpose!” Brian protested. “It’s just that mice poop a lot! It just ends up everywhere. In fact, I’m pooping in your flipper right now.” 

Hannibal dropped him. “Ewwwwwwwww! Ewwwwww hew hew hew!”

Brian dusted himself off and rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t act all superior, you little cannibal!”

“You know,” Beverly said. “I do recall hearing Will say that going to see the new warthogs who just moved into the sanctuary.”

“What’s he doing there?” Jack wondered. “The warthogs are in quarantine because they’re infested with ticks.”

Beverly shrugged. “He said they reminded him of home. Warthogs practically raised him, you know.”

“They have warthogs in New Orleans?” Hannibal asked. He shakes himself out. “Never mind that! I must get to the warthog quarantine!”

Much to Hannibal’s dismay, everyone followed him across the Cannimal Sanctuary to the quarantine zone. Much to Hannibal’s even greater dismay, the red fox Freddie Lounds was already there. She was skulking around outside the gate with a camera that had a long-range lens as long as her tail. She was photographing a small group of warthogs who were all snoozing on a patch of scrubby grass, basking in the sun. A sign on the entrance read: WARNING! TICK INFESTATION! PROCEED WITH CAUTION. There was no sign of Will.

Hannibal marched-waddled up to Freddie. “And just what interest does a sleazy reporter have in warthogs?”

“What are warthogs even doing at the Cannimal Sanctuary?” Jimmy wondered.

“We’re holding onto them for the zoo,” Jack said. “We had the room after we turned Hannibal’s old prison into a quarantine facility.”

Hannibal gasped. “What if you need to arrest me again before the warthogs leave?”

“We’ll just toss you in there with them,” Jack said.

Hannibal gasped five more times, each gasp more indignant than the last.

“Anyway,” Freddie said. “I’m here to get the scoop on Will Graham’s latest crimes.” She took some pictures of the sleeping warthogs. “Oh, I've got him red-handed this time!”

Hannibal was shocked. “Infidelity is a crime?”

Freddie frowned. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“Will has been ignoring my lunches,” Hannibal said, showing her the full basket still clutched in his flippers. “What other excuse could there be?”

Now the red fox rolled her eyes. “He’s not cheating on you, you little water bird! Look!”

She handed him her camera, gesturing at him to look through the lens to get a telescopic view of the warthogs.

Hannibal squinted and focused. At first he saw only the dusty brown hogs with their twisted tusks. But as he watched, he began to make out the lithe form of his beloved mongoose as he scampered over their snoozing bodies. His fur was remarkably well-disguised. He was barely visible even as Hannibal focused on him.

“See?” Freddie whispered. “He’s a remorseless killer!”

“Everybody already knows he’s a killer,” Hannibal said, pushing the camera back into Freddie’s dainty paws. “He’s a mongoose! It’s not news anymore!”

“Keep watching,” Freddie said, shoving the camera back at him.

Hannibal peered through the lens once more.

Will was perched on a sleeping warthog’s back. He used his paws to scoop up shiny, round little blobs from the creature’s back. He popped them into his mouth and closed his eyes in bliss as he crunched up whatever they were.

“Are those M&Ms?” Hannibal asked. He raised his voice and squawked. “Are you eating M&Ms again? You know they’re full of artificial dyes and subpar chocolate!”

Will opened his eyes at the sound of Hannibal’s squawks. He hurried to swallow his mouthful like a dog trying to conceal evidence of its garbage diving.

“They’re not M&Ms,” Will shouted back. “I… I’m just volunteering to clean the warthogs.”

“Cleaning the warthogs?” Hannibal wondered. “How on earth is he cleaning the warthogs? There isn’t even a tub there, like the one he uses for the dogs.”

“That’s my news,” Freddie said. “He’s been murdering dozens, if not hundreds, of ticks every day!”

Hannibal blinked a few times. He looked through the lens and realized that Will was indeed not eating M&Ms. He was gorging himself on…

“Ticks,” Hannibal mumbled. His tummy roiled. Team Sassy Science climbed up onto his wings to look through the lens. “Eww!” 

“He’s remorseless,” Freddie said, eyes gleaming with triumph. “And now the whole Sanctuary is gonna know about it!”

“Eating ticks isn’t a crime,” Jack said. “Ticks are generally considered nuisances, Lounds. In fact, everyone’s gonna be glad Will ate all those ticks.”

“Not everyone,” Hannibal corrected him.

He brushed off the mice and squeezed himself through the bars of the gate. He hop-flopped over to Will on his throne of infested warthogs.

Will scampered off the warthogs. “Babe, I know you try to get me to eat healthier, or at least more deliciously, but—Wait, why am I apologizing? I did nothing wrong! I mean, I guess it was gross, but not wrong.”

“But is something wrong with my cooking?” Hannibal asked with a sniffle. “I saw all the lunch baskets in your office. Discarded! Without a thought!”

“I was craving something crunchy,” Will said. “And the break room has been out of snacks for days!”

Hannibal held up the basket in his little wing and gave it an indignant shake. “I made finger sandwiches for your lunch! They’re full of crunchy, crunchy finger bones!”  

Will took a sandwich from the basket and bit into it. “It's delicious, babe. Very crunchy.”

Hannibal sighed. “Would it help if I made you some food from your home? I know quite a few New Orleans recipes, actually!”

“I was born in Mauritania,” Will said. “Just like my warthog parents. When they got shipped to a zoo in New Orleans, I ended up getting shipped with them. I don’t suppose you know any Mauritanian dishes?”

“I don’t,” Hannibal said. “But I’m happy to learn! Oh, this went much better than I feared. I mean, it was considerably grosser because of the ticks, but I was afraid you were having an affair.”

“Never,” Will said. They rubbed their cheeks together to reaffirm their bond.

“Ugh.” Hannibal was overcome by a powerful shudder. “I feel like I’m covered with ticks.”

“Don’t worry,” Will said. He took the lunch basket in one paw and held onto Hannibal’s flipper in the other. They headed for the gate together. “If you do get infested, I promise I’ll eat them off of you.”

Hannibal tittered with excitement—not only at the prospect of Will personally grooming him in the tradition of his homeland, but at the thought of learning lots and lots of new recipes! He’d never cooked Mauritanian food before. It certainly sounded more fun than sighing despondently over his harpsichord all day.

He wondered if any of the people meat left in the freezer would be good in the new recipes…

The end.

(thank you to @byk23 for creating such adorable characters and letting me borrow them on occasion)

Inspired by this:

[peppermintquartz]

I liked Twitter when it was functional. I used it to connect with Fannibals by live tweeting my viewing sessions (which were at a different time from US Fannibals because of time zone issues)

I made friends on Twitter. I RP-ed for the first time on Twitter (as Hannibal's cat and I bullied everyone, it was great). We created a world with interlocking multiple storylines and I could go from one to the other as I was a feline and had no major impact on the story, and I could play with the fandom in a different way. And Fannibals knew me as hannicat. I even had a "cameo" in season 3 (dead cat was a white cat which was my chosen form for hannicat)

I even went out on Fannibal dates with others who knew me solely from twitter and we proceeded to become good enough friends that I could stay with them at conventions and at their places when I visited their countries.

So I mourn the Twitter that helped me find some of my best Fannibal friends. Those of you who are newly here, hi 👋 This is ak_hannicat saying hello, I missed you all, and where is my tuna belly?

[bearclawswriting]

my first ever Hannibal fic. this show has taken over every waking thought since I watched it and made me return to fanfic after a decade sksksk

it’s an angsty, smutty Hannibal/Will one shot missing scene from Mizumono

including sex on the dining table, power play, a little knife action, angry!Will, they’re in love, some biting, basic deliciousness

hope the fannibals enjoy 🥺👉👈

[just-your-casual-nerd]

heyy i’m glad you two are doing well!! i’m okay too, i wish i could sleep forever so that i could skip school’s maturity exams that are approaching and the other things hahshs, i was surprised when i got to know that she was a fannibal too lol, i wish both u and mars a wonderful rest of the day! :)

-🐉

Hello dear 🐉 I apologize for responding so late, I've been avoiding tumblr for a while because I needed a break. Thank you for your kindness!! You are definitely not the only one who wishes they could sleep and miss exams, I was the same way when I was taking my finals last month, lol. I hope your exams went well and that you're doing good? It's always the people you don't expect to have watched hannibal to be fans of the show. What a great surprise it is that she does watch it, though!! Have a wonderful day sweetie!!!

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

I remember many years back doing a fic-gif collab with Sirenja (a wonderful fannibal who used to be one of the staple gif makers in these parts but she's no longer in the fandom).

We did a collab specifically relating to the scene where Adam opens the wardrobe, but it's Nigel's photo next to the porn stash, not Beths. AND OH MY LAWD!!! She did the gifs, and I wrote a fic.

We went back and forth on drafts of the fic because she was just like "this doesn't work" "that isn't quite right" and finally admitted it's because I kept referring to the DVDs being porn.

And I was like... GIRL THEY ARE PORN!!?

She went back and looked closer and realised YES THEY ARE PORN OMG!!!

So I think even people who know this film well, and love to ship Adam, are absolutely capable of missing his porn collection lolololol.

Fun times 😂😂😂

Sirenja sadly deleted, but I found our collab back in the depths of my Tumblr - HERE. The fic continues here.

Why does no one ever talk about Adam’s porn collection like can we talk about this?? Adam raki you nasty nasty boy, please WHYS NO ONE TALK ABOUT THIS LIKE THE SPACE ONE ICB😭