#also this is why it took me so long to finish hannibal. sometimes i had to stop mid-episode bc i just. Can't focus for that long

[daz4i]

shows need to go back to 20 minutes episodes please i don't have the attention for 40 minutes straight let alone a whole hour.

[annbourbon]

Well hello folks! It's that time of the year again! And here's my 2023 movie list, keep on mind I actually made the effort to watch movies I have never seen before, even though they're old... so even if you already watched them because they're classics, I didn't until now.

I actually need to get some books to read but for now binged all these days to watch 31 movies & series in a couple of days.

1. Mask Girl (K-Drama, series)✅⭐⭐⭐⭐

Okay this series was amazing. I've been a fan of Orange Caramel even though they're now disbanded, so seeing Nana back on the scene was so cool. But that's not all, honestly:

* Insane plot, made me gasp a couple of times and I've been into K-Drama for a while now so...

* I was actually rooting for Kim Mo-mi the whole time, but also I couldn't find myself to hate the other characters because the actors are so good<3

* Did I mention Nana is there?

* It has so many layers and many points of view which makes it so interesting to watch

I'm not saying anything else because I highly recommend this one.

2. The Platform (movie) ✅⭐⭐

A bit boring at times but quite interesting too. I watched it because someone recommended it to me. I was so disappointed with the ending but at the same time I understood why it finished the way it did. I'm not going to watch it again though. Definitely hated it.

3. Scream (movie, 2023 ver.) ✅⭐⭐⭐⭐

Since I already watched the original one. This one was awesome. I loved the original cast coming back, and also, Jenna Ortega 😍😚

4. Suspiria (remake)✅⭐⭐⭐

I got bored lol it is aesthetic but not a lot. I prefer the school on the original movie. Like, it's so pretty...

Actually I got, really bored at some parts. I wanted the whole ballet concept to be more... macabre and beautiful. They could have put anything else and the idea would have been the same.

I enjoyed the dance. But it's not classical ballet. I'm giving it an extra star because of the aesthetics. It's not creepy or scary. Just another film. Some parts are awesome but mostly... bland.

5. The Deep House ✅⭐⭐

I think, I was disappointed. It's one of those old school movies, you either love it or hate it. I ended up disliking it a lot because it felt kind of lazy. There was no message behind, there was no reason for me to actually care about them as characters, and BTW, the dude there, he was sooooo toxic. I ended up hating him the whole movie except for his last moments. I really don't recommend this one lol but here you have me, trying to find something different.

Well, sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't.

6. Doctor Sleep ✅⭐⭐⭐⭐

I need to be honest, he's still one of my first celebrity crushes. So I might be a bit biased. But I loved the movie. Before you say anything to me, I have watched The Shinning already.

7. Gothika ✅⭐⭐

I might as well be honest. I saw this movie when I was a kiddo. But I had a lot of nightmares about it. Still, now I got to watch it fully. And I realized that it's not as intense as I thought it was. I mean, yes. It has some scenes. But I'm a Hannibal Lecter and Criminal Minds fan now lol it's kind of difficult to get past that.

8. Dreamcatcher ✅⭐⭐⭐

It started pretty average and I was expecting nothing from it. But it got better. And really scary. I hated the bathroom scene but also loved the whole movie.

9. Only Mine ✅⭐⭐⭐

Scary but because it's based on a real story. The movie is pretty decent.

10. Train to Busan ✅⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Was so cool 💕 😢 more than scary it was inspiring me a lot. IDK how to explain it. But I'll be watching it again because *feelings*

I think it's becoming one of my favorite horror movies.

11. Annihilation ✅⭐⭐

Mmmmm I fell asleep. Had to watch it again. And it was not that interesting. I loved the colors though. If I have to say anything about it lol 💤😴

12. Psycho (1960) ✅⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

I can't believe it took me so long to watch this one!!! I love this movie I swear. It's such a good one. It's not as scary as I thought it would be but I think that's a "me" problem lol since it seems like I'm so used to scary things nothing really scares me anymore.

However, the suspense was so in point and I can't even believe that I was holding my breath. Like, how? This movie is so old no? It should be boring and all that uh? Well it doesn't matter. Hitchcock definitely knew his way around. It caught my interest and hold me captive till the end of the movie. I didn't even start scrolling my phone or got bored!

Sure there are a couple of plots that can be "fixed" because we now have better phones and technology, but the whole movie it's timeless. It definitely holds. I loved it. A lot. That can't be said of several other movies and tv shows.

13. Constantine ✅⭐⭐⭐

Not really scary. But really cool. I was having a crush over Tilda Swinton the whole time lol sadly she doesn't get to have a lot of screentime but I repeated her scenes for a while before going to the next movie.

14. Beowulf ✅⭐⭐

By now I'm getting tired AF of bloodbaths. Like it's not even scary. It's disgusting and tiresome. I want to see something else. I really did not enjoy the movie. I'm starting to realize that binging on a certain genre can desensitize a person and it certainly feels like I'm way over it. I remember the movie but I can't remember anything that is worth of comment. Except, maybe... that Beowulf is an asshole, so is the king, and apparently the next king will do the same thing and everyone there deserved what happened to them except ofc the people in town and kids. I don't think I liked the story or movie at all. 💀

15. Disturbing Behavior ✅⭐⭐⭐⭐

Okay so James Marsden and Katie Holmes are so cute together. And they're literally kids here. It was a bit awkward lol but I enjoyed the movie. It's kind of interesting and definitely talks about how society pressures you on behaving in a certain way. All that while making a scary movie. Which is why I might've ended up liking it a bit more than the others. Interesting how parents were so on board with this behavior too. Anyway, since I'm on a marathon I don't really have a lot of time to analyze it as much as I usually do. I probably won't be watching it again, but it's a good movie to analyze and enjoy for a while. For real.

16. The Exorcist (original) ✅⭐⭐⭐

Now we're getting serious lol or not...

Honest reaction

Before the movie>> I'm so scared of it 😭😿😱

During and after the movie>>> wow... It's so... meh 😑

I was a bit distracted during the whole movie. And it's not that scary. Just sad, long, boring and disappointing. Nothing else to comment.

My brother said that I needed to appreciate it a bit more since it's an old movie, but honestly... I prefer Psycho to the Exorcist. Like, I get it. Old movie. Different type of special effects and all that. But still, the whole thing, even the characters feels kinda flat? Nvm the spoilers. I received a similar amount of spoilers from both movies and I still enjoyed Psycho more. I did laughed a lot. But it's not supposed to be a comedy movie 😭🤣

17. 12 Monkeys ✅⭐⭐⭐

TT~TT okay? I really cried for a while. And I had to take some days off because of this one. I started watching other series, kdramas and stuff that made me laugh and forget about this one.

18. Ghost Ship ✅⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

I remember seeing this one everywhere when I was a kid and my parents trying to make sure I didn't watch it. One of the reasons I finally got my hands on it and watch it lol

I really enjoyed it. I was so sad about the girl on the ship. And I usually do not like slashers but somehow I ended up loving this one. Definitely is going to be one of my favorite movies from now on.

19. The exorcism of Emily Rose ✅ ⭐⭐

Boring at the beginning but interesting after 30 minutes into the movie. Which in a way, it's not good lol but let it be. I was thinking to call the Winchesters all the time.

Mmmm I think these two are one of the reasons I stopped disliking horror movies.

The other one would be Fi from So Weird

Which TBH is the original reason I stopped disliking ghosts and monsters. I joined Fi team first before Supernatural. Supernatural was me being edgy and sarcastic all the way, especially on my worse days. But Fiona, she's the one I truly aspired to be. Now I think I'm a mix of both and it's okay. I still prefer Fi over the Winchesters because she gives everyone a chance to be. I mean, I love the brothers a lot... okay not the point of this lol sorry... Ummmm I think you can see I got distracted while watching the movie. 💀🤣

Interesting though, a mix of lawyer-ish fight with "medical terms" and all that in a demonic possession case. Different P.O.V. sure. It definitely makes more sense than the Exorcist where the story ends without anyone (no cops, no lawyers, no other authorities) involved despite several people dying.

"Touched by the hand of God" they said. And believe me when I said "ew" during that part 😭🤣 I wasn't even trying to be funny. Seriously though... there's only one thing I despise more than movie slashers. Religion, especially inside movies. And inside books too. I was so disappointed by Susan's problem when I found out what it was about. I also spent almost my entire childhood inside several Catholic and Christian schools. Most of the time being bullied by everyone there. Please lol I can't stand them (I do realize that not everyone is like that but it left a huge trauma on me so I can't stand those things.) The fun part is, I don't have anything against religions. Just against hypocrisy and lack of comprehension. Still, it's okay for a movie. One or two hours of it won't be bothering me so much. Didn't scare me. But made me uncomfortable. I wish I could hear more about Dr. Adani (?) P.O.V. though.... I believe I will have to watch Heroes (series) for a similar take on that.

20. The Barcelona Vamp ✅⭐⭐⭐⭐

This was... triggering. And not about vampires. But about CP and apparently a real case. Obviously Hollywood has its own take on this so I can't say anything about it until I do my research on the real deal. But the whole movie was interesting and also very, very triggering. Really scary. Some scenes were too uncomfortable to watch so I had to pause it several times. Why? These things are so so close to us and people, sometimes people we know, keep hiding these things from us. Maybe the Barcelona Vamp was innocent. Maybe it wasn't. The only thing that it is true is that nothing like this happens without another one getting involved too. Another one keeping silence. Someone refusing to act. That's how bad it is. Not the movie ofc.

I love the use of color and the use of black and white too. It's definitely a good film. The dialogues... they were too realistic. Sadly. I have known people that say things like that. That keep blaming it onto the victims no matter if they're 40 or 6 years old. Don't watch this movie if child abuse triggers you. While it is not graphic it definitely makes you uncomfortable. And it should. Another thing to say about this movie: the original language is in Spanish. And when I saw it on HBO the English subtitles were lacking. So were the subtitles in Spanish. So either you learn/practice your Spanish or you'll need to find CC and the mp4 file too. To make sure you get it otherwise you'll be missing half of the story.

21. Dracula (1979)✅ ⭐⭐⭐

Okay the whole time I was so into the aesthetics. But sometimes I found it funny. Mmmm but I decided to give it a go because it was an old movie. Honestly it wasn't that bad. A bit cringe but kinda okay. The aesthetics were really pleasing tho.

22. Army of the Dead ✅⭐⭐

I started watching it because... it looked fun. Zombieland type of fun.

The OST is awesome. I'm not taking this movie seriously. I don't know why... oh yeah okay... now I kind of understand why.

Okay it has a lot of tits and a lot of blood in the very beginning. If this is how's gonna be... or not. Oh... it gets better after the first minutes 😜 A bit of character development...

I like this idea of zombies being strong and somewhat more fast. Like Korean zombies.

I fell asleep. Again... *sighs* this is ridiculous. I'll have to rewatch just... I'm not sure...

I'll be back. Let me do a quick rewatch.

Zombie tiger Valentine was awesome. Smart zombies? Cool!!

I think I'm bored...

I mean, it's a cool movie. But I prefer Zombieland.

They're supposed to be great at shooting, so why do they spend so many bullets on killing one zombie if they already know to aim for the head?

I'm rooting for the king. He actually seems decent.

Ohh no they killed his baby 😭

They should pay for it.

Okay... okay, wait a second lol I'm getting an idea...

Why there are no movies with zombies as main characters where the humans are the bad ones?

I mean, we have all what it takes: Usually someone, a doctor, trying to play God, and making a human turn into zombie. The whole zombie apocalypse goes on because they kill the family of subject Zero and all that.

This movie deserves another star just cause the OST is really awesome. Seriously. I'm not going to give it one more though lol the whole thing was quite disappointing.

23. The Fall of the Usher House (Netflix series) ✅⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Okay I saw this whole series in what? Two days? The adaptation was incredibly well done. I'm aware that the story on the book is different but I quite enjoyed the show. Although it's quite graphic. So there's my trigger warning ⚠️ if anything lol honest question, do we need trigger warnings for horror movies?

Carla Gugino's still one of my unexplained crushes, she is still as beautiful as the day I saw her for the first time, does she have a fountain of eternal youth hidden somewhere? Anyway, it surprised me how good she's within the horror genre. To be honest I haven't followed her in years but now she captured my attention so I definitely will be paying attention from now on.💕

I actually screamed during Tammy's death. Her acting is truly on point. It made me feel everything that the rest of the Ushers couldn't. Considering how tired and how much I've disassociated these weeks to be able to watch horror movies every day, I think you can say she's the best of the best.

Ironically, she wasn't even my favorite character but Aunt Madeleine and Camille who I felt they were so alike. And in a way I kept admiring them. And also Lenore but for different reasons. Still I felt captivated by the whole series. Aunt Madeleine monologue is wow! But Tammy's death and the way it was presented to us, I truly felt like I was inside with her. Grieving and feeling all that. I couldn't stop watching despite how much I wanted to.

24. Mary Shelley's Frankenstein✅⭐⭐⭐

It made me jump several times 😭🤣 but I can't quite put my finger on why... maybe because it was raining while I was watching the movie. Maybe because the timing was so on point every time the lightening strikes inside the movie, the same thing happened here...

Anyway this is my first time watching Frankestein and the aesthetics are so good 😍💖 also.. Helena Bonham Carter is there!? And considering how good Kenneth Branagh was playing Gilderoy Lockhart I really found hilarious and on point sawing him play Victor Frankenstein too.

25. #Alive✅⭐⭐⭐⭐ ⭐

What a movie! I wonder if this is tied to Train to Busan and All of us are Dead. I mean, technically it's not. But the fandom can always take upon it and make it a thing. It has happened before lol right?? Please someone needs to make it a thing 😭 even if it's just a fanfic or something. I'll be so happy.

It keeps reminding me of coronavirus 😭

The guy is a good person but... why is he eating such a big ramen? He should be breaking it into small portions lol he really does not know anything about survival. Poor thing 😕 I shouldn't be laughing so much about it but... he's really stupid at times. If he survives it'll be a miracle lol

Oh... she's cute 🥺 kind and smart. She's going to die lol

They are so lucky to have each other. 🥺😭

Oof!

Okay... let's start counting how many times he actually screwed it off lol

Every time I think he's about to screw it off, he saves her lol and I like their dynamic so much 🥺😭 like, not really shipping them. Just, rooting for them and loving their friendship. That's a friendship right?

OMG she's so cool...

No way... see? This is why I enjoy Korean movies so much... their plot twists are insane...

🥺😭💕

26. Freaky✅⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

O.M.G. it's definitely one of the best movies I've seen in a while. Scary but original. And funny. I loved it. Great characters. Awesome development. Good acting. Made me laugh a lot and I was rooting for the heroine. But also... aw 🥺🤧 that ending... And the beginning! 😱💕

27. A nightmare on Elm Street ✅⭐⭐⭐

It's a great movie. Seriously. But I had to pause it several times because I felt sleepy... really sleepy. Which is so weird because I usually don't feel like that while watching a horror movie.

Anyway I found odd watching Johnny Depp as a kid 🤣 but I was rooting for Nancy's character all the way.

28. The Wizard of Oz ✅ ⭐⭐

Aw... cute singing...

Toto what!? 😱 Well...

I'm not sure I liked the movie lol it felt like.... why are they singing so merrily about the death of the witch!? I feel like they're so mean 😭💀

.... Did Glinda just decided to make Dorothy part of her beef against Elephie? (Ignoring the musical plot ofc) they're so mean lololol

Pretty sure lions and tigers are not part of the forest 😭🤣 okay maybe there are tigers on the rainforests. But pretty sure you won't find one... in middle of the forest. Nvm. I realize it's supposed to be a movie... sorry about that lol

Ohhh that last part when they are all together, facing their worse fears together. It's so cute.

I love the hourglass. It's red!! 😍 so pretty.... the movie is cringy lol but the songs are catchy. The red shoes are marvelous too 😍

And that's it. I don't like this movie lol but the songs are awesome.

29. Cirque du Freak ✅⭐⭐

Ken Watanabe!? Josh Hutcherson, John C. Reilly, Salma Hayek and William Dafoe!? How come I didn't watch this first!? 😭😱 looks so cool...

The intro is so long... but kind of interesting lol

I was eating... lucky me, I don't really get nauseous or sick of watching gross things. I used to watch Dr House or Hannibal when I was a kid while I was eating. That's how strong my stomach is lol

... Is it just me or Evra looks a bit like Ross Lynch here? I love Ross Lynch.... maybe that's why lol

Being honest it was below average. But I also liked it. So... the stars do not say how much, because then it'd be a 3 or 4 but the movie deserves only two.

30. Suspiria (original)✅⭐⭐⭐⭐

The aesthetics are so 😍💕

Did I mention I'm a Dario Argento fan? Okay, I'm a new fan lol like, I'm barely starting with his movies and all that, but still, he's the only one who has actually made me feel so excited and terrified at the same time. Like actually screaming and keep me horrified for several minutes. I loved Phenomena with Jennifer Connelly. Suspiria seems like a dream and a nightmare at the same time.

She looks like Lily Collins 😳

God... the aesthetics... that blue, and those walls... 😍💖

It's actually ballet! 😭😚

The music gives you an actual headache...

Are they trying to drown her!? That diet seems so... lol still... I wish there was a school like that. Minus the bloodbath ofc

lol I like how Susy prefers to sleep before spying on the teachers. I'd be pissed irl because there's nothing better than a mystery but... the movie's making me laugh a little with that. I think they're putting something on her food though.

Okay Susie's definitely taking pills to sleep, you do recognize the signs after a while... I'm surprised I didn't notice before... but Sara keeps shaking her so much it's impossible for her not to be awake unless she's on drugs 😭

Omg...

Okay... the ending was a bit disappointing. But also good? Still, that makes me like the remake a bit more. Ummm... I think I like both movies now. I'm keeping this on first place because the aesthetics and music. Some parts are dark but nothing big if you're into horror movies. Still... I think I want to watch it again because of the aesthetics. *sigh*

31. (No title. I'll be watching a movie with a friend 😚💕)

🦇✨ 🎃 ✨ 🎃 ✨ 🎃 ✨ 🎃 ✨ 🎃 ✨ 🦇

My take: I'm usually a person who likes horror movies. A lot. But... I'm so tired of them RN so I definitely took some horror movies out to make it a bit more light and that's why I ended up watching The Wizard of Oz and Cirque du Freak. And I still ended up hating them lol that's how tired I am. I'm about to puke already. Seriously. Someone please get me something else to watch lololol

I am now looking for the original books of Oz after watching Return to Oz and The Wizard of Oz (which tbh I never saw the original one until now, but several animated ones, and I always found them so creepy I could not even.)

I'm definitely not going to watch horror movies in a while. I'm so done with it. Also, this is why I was struggling so much and couldn't find another movie to make it 31 to the point I almost fall asleep with most of them. I can't feel a thing with most of them. And I love Suspiria. I'm not going to watch anything else after this movie. Not right now at least.

I did enjoy the movie with my friend. I think it's one of the best things. Just because I spent almost 2 hours with that person. That already makes everything 1000% better.

Things that I've learned:

* I hate slashers, unless they're really good or do not have so many gory details. Or it's a bit more "elegant" lol idk how to explain it, except for me liking more Hannibal than a random freak with a knife. You guys get it no?

* My favorite Halloween movies are with ghosts, but I prefer psychological thriller movies.

* I can endure religions on movies but I hate them with passion.

* Monsters are not my thing because they usually are so brainless and so are the people around them trying to kill or run away from them. Use your brain! (This is why I'm a Ravenclaw -.-)

* American zombies suck. They're slow and boring. Please do not mention to me War Z. Korean zombies are awesome and they're the only reason I started watching zombie movies 💀 I like them fast.

* I will root for the brainy and most sassiest person in the room. If this one is killed I will root for the killer.

* I don't think I'll be celebrating Halloween with horror movies next year lol but who knows right?

* The winner of this list would be: Psycho. And in second place I'd be picking Freaky cause I really enjoyed that movie.

* I'm growing less and less fond of Halloween the more time it passes (not the idea itself, death and undead will never scare me but the whole horror show puts me a bit.... off now. I'm starting to understand my own roots a bit more too like being fond of this time of the year because it ends but not because of the horror, ya know what I mean? I'm getting old I think. Or maybe I'm coming back to the person I used to be.)

* Most horror movies and series lack of character development or something that makes it attractive and lets the audience feel compelled to root for them. That's why many people started rooting for the monster. It lacks humanity. They're just bloodbaths. It's boring.

* It took me so many hours to think of my costumes, design something somewhat decent, pull all the pics and watch movies at the same time 😭 🤣 it was fun but I won't be doing this again.

* I love autumn 🍂🍁🍂

* Somehow I'm more in touch with my feelings right now.

* Some movies and series actually made me feel inspired to go back and write!

* I really, really love autumn 🍂 it's just this cozy, nostalgic feeling. I'm trying not to cry whenever I see the sunlight through the leaves. 🍁

[detectivehannibal]

Pretty as a Picture

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Hannibal Lecter x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Implications of smut.

A/N: Why do I keep disappearing from this blog?? I’ve had this idea for FOREVER. Fun fact about me, I sometimes recycle my works from other blogs. So if you’re curious, this is from my Harry Potter blog @seriouslysnape and here’s the original work.

Word Count: 1,738

“It’s not much...just a little something for your birthday.”

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On the surface, surprises don’t really seem to come to mind when you think about Hannibal Lecter. The esteemed psychiatrist always came off to you as an open book. He was usually willing to share all aspects of his life with you, which naturally left you believing that there weren’t any secrets lurking further within himself. 

Oh, how wrong you were.

Despite all the things that you didn’t know about Hannibal, you knew him well enough to know the sorts of things that he has a fancy for and the things he doesn’t. As high maintenance and temperamental as he is, he is shockingly easy to please. It’s a bit of an ironic statement, but still the truth nonetheless. 

You could gift Hannibal with something as simple as a pair of socks or with something as extravagant as a brand new luxury suit, and he’d always have the same genuine, appreciative reaction. If something came from you, he would surely love it with his whole heart. 

This gift, however, was on a whole new level.

The idea had honestly come to you at random when you were brainstorming birthday present possibilities. Even though he would never admit it, he was a bit bored of you buying him a new tie for every occasion. He had a tie for every color, pattern, and even he could ever dream of. You wanted to think outside of the box this time. You wanted to come up with something that he would never ever think of. 

On the flip side, you also wanted to be sure that it was something that he could have for a long time and something that would have some real meaning to him. You could always go down the culinary appliance route, but he already had absolutely everything he’d ever possibly want or need. You were in a bit of a rut, but that’s when you got a wonderful thought.

Hannibal didn’t own many personal pictures. Most of the photos in his house were custom made art pieces that were worth more than the price of your left leg alone. Hannibal never struck you as the kind of man to have plethoras of pictures of loved ones, but you still found it odd. It’d be a win-win in your eyes. You’d supply Hannibal with some photos to hold on to, and it’d be a thoughtful gift.

Then your plan took a sultry turn.

You had picked out a large photo album that would match the aesthetic of his house, and an album that would have plenty of pages to fill up. You kept it stashed away in your closet until you were ready to put pictures inside of it when another idea came to mind. 

What if you made a sexy photo album for him?

At first, you were a little sheepish at the idea. Boudoir style pictures showing off only the dirtiest of contents? It seemed like that might be too much and even a bit weird. The longer you thought about it, though, the more and more the idea sounded good. Maybe Hannibal wouldn’t necessarily jump at the gift, but at least he’d have something to jerk off to when you weren’t around.

You assembled as many outfits as you could, some coming from your personal collection and some were purchased as a specialty to the production of the photos. You’d need some help actually having the photos taken, which is why you recruited one of your closest friends.

You could’ve had them professionally done, but you weren’t sure how comfortable you were with a photographer and group of modeling experts studying over your naked body for an entire day. Your friend was stoked for the project and dedicated a whole afternoon while Hannibal was at work to help you out. 

You took probably about a hundred pictures, all with varying poses, outfits, and locations around the house. You even took a few more innocent photos of you just smiling or doing candid things. You figured that you needed some sweet to balance out the spicy. 

You decorated the pages to add some pop and flare, ultimately thrilled with the final product. Hannibal’s birthday was only a few days away, and you were itching to show him what you had made for him. 

“You’re fidgety tonight.” Hannibal spoke from where he was laid out underneath you on the living room sofa. 

It was true, you had been extremely jittery for the last hour and a half, trying to compose yourself. Hannibal had told you that he had wanted nothing more than to have a quiet evening in for his birthday, which you found as a blessing because he’d definitely want to stay around the house after seeing his gift.

“Sorry. Just excited.” You admitted, seeing this as the perfect opportunity.

He raised a brow, looking down at your frame that was practically trembling with explosive animation. 

“I feel as if I don’t need to inform you that my birthday comes around every year,” He joked; “What’s gotten you so elated?”

You smiled up at him with a brightness that was almost blinding. You scrambled off of the sofa at your cue.

“Wait right here. I’ll be back.” You announced as you dashed up the stairs.

Hannibal chuckled to himself, already guessing as to what you were plotting. You returned shortly after with the picture book in hand, complete with a bow on top. You sat with your legs crossed in front of him, eagerly handing it to him.

“It’s not much...just a little something for your birthday.” You explained.

Hannibal sat up from where he was settled into the cushions, eyeing over the cover carefully. It was a beautifully crafted book, the dark leather was absolutely gorgeous. He pushed the bow off of the sides, opening to the very first page to see a sweet note you had written him, signed with your signature and all. He turned to the first page to actually contain photos on it, and a smile of pure joy spread on his face.

You had put all of the non-sexual pictures in the first two pages to disguise the actual reason for the book. You were smiling happily in each of the first several photos, wearing different casual outfits and in different places. 

“Darling, these are wonderful,” He complimented; “They’re stunning, they-”

His heartbeat quickened when he made it to the third page, and he noticed they had taken on a new theme. The scandalous photos were enough to knock him speechless. For the first time ever, you saw Hannibal’s cheeks break out into a deep blush. His fingertips trailed over one in particular where you were wearing one of his white work shirts with all the buttons undone. The only thing you were wearing underneath was one of his ties settled between your breasts. 

In other photos, you were wearing different sets of lingerie. There was one lacy, red colored set that almost made him faint right then and there.

He was knocked speechless, unable to string together a single sentence. You were beginning to feel a little self conscious, and you went back to your original worry that this was a bad idea. You had honestly expected him to completely attack you with feverish kisses or fuck you right then and there. The fact that he was completely silent was unsettling, because Hannibal Lecter always had something to say. 

Your voice was thick with uncertainty as you spoke to break the silence.

“Hannibal, do you...like them?” You wondered aloud.

His eyes never steered clear from the book in his hands and the photos presented in front of him. He turned to the next page, a rush of arousal flushing over him at one in particular where you were completely naked, stretched out on the massive kitchen counter and giving a look so seductive that it made his belly flutter. The sight of you naked in his culinary world where he spent so much time was a sight to behold.

“[Y/N], I love them. These photographs...they’re beautiful, well produced, and so, so sexy.” He breathed out.

You exhaled a breath of relief, feeling a sense of anticipation as he continued to rake over them. He turned to a new set of pictures, his hot blush growing even deeper onto his cheeks. He couldn’t look away from the scandalous photos, each one becoming dirtier than the last. He was riled up and he was already looking forward to having this book at his disposal.

His lips parted slightly ajar as he loomed over them. Your waiting was patient as he finished looking through them, his pupils dilating more and more by the minute. He closed the book once he was finished, his eyes finally flickering up to you. He had grown a very prevalent erection, and his eyes were filled with an intense amount of lust. Your suspicions had been correct after all. 

He was going to rock your world.

Hannibal usually didn’t try to make the first move. He always wanted you to initiate sex first. He believed that sex was a passionate, romantic connection that shouldn’t always be fueled by burning want and desire from outside resources. Based on the way he was looking at you though, you could tell that he wanted you BADLY. 

He nonchalantly rolled his hips forward to create some kind of friction. The sneaky grin on your face was almost maddening. The way that your body leaned in and your lips brushed over his just ever so was intoxicating. Your lips traveled to his ear as you purposefully let out a wanton moan to tantalize him. 

“Touch me, Hanni. I know you want to.” You coaxed.

That was all he needed. 

Hannibal lunged forward, smothering your body with his and suffocating you with hot kisses. He kept your hands pinned above your head, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as he intentionally drew the most wonderful sounds out of you. 

“What are the chances of you wearing one of those outfits under this sweater?” He said in a steamy voice.

You squirmed against his hands, but to no avail. When Hannibal didn’t want you to go anywhere, then you wouldn’t. You bit down on your lip in a seductive way, breathing out your response to send him into full on love making mode.

“Why don’t you find out?”

[three-trenchcoats-on-a-racoon]

so back when Hannibal first premiered, my mom somehow won tickets to this premiere event for the show and took my and my sis. we were too young to remember the details but basically during the event we got a signed wendigo pop funko. nobody in my family actually watched the show so for years it sat inside a storage box. anyway fast forward, a bunch of months ago my sis took it out of storage and put it on her table since she watched some other show that also had a wendigo (?) and cause pop funkos are cool. however, I recently had finished the show and of course if wanted to have the funko on my side of the table. (we shared one long desk) to be exact, my sis has never watched the show and I have specifically told her that I really liked the show. for the longest time I didnt know how to ask her until today when she was clearing her stuff. I asked if I could have it on my side of the table and after a few awkward min later, I went to shower hoping that after that she would put in on my side. when I come out however, she simply said to put it in the middle. which ended up looking weird due to the placement of our other stuff. I thought like hey now she has to put it on my side but NO she simply put it next to the middle ON HER SIDE. hence why I'm pissed and writing this entire post. pls tell me if anger is the correct feeling here cause sometimes idk feelings.

[voooorhees]

Could I request headcanons of Stu Macher and Billy Loomis (separately) , having a huge crush on a reader that has two younger siblings who are twins(they are like three or four). The reader is always taking care of them , people sometimes think that he/she is their parent .

Even the reader's siblings can't be away from their older sibling ,cause they get sad if they're separated for too long.

The reader formed a club of babysitters(who are also students) at the school ,cause there are students with younger siblings and they can't take care of them all the time.

how would they react to watching the reader being such an amazing older sibling?

Hey! I love your asks and i’ve been thinking about how i’m gonna write the other one you sent! I love how in depth your asks are and i try to match them! I haven’t forgotten about the other one tho 💜

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Reader with twin siblings!

• Billy had no clue what he was in for when you told him over the phone that you were babysitting your siblings

• He came over to hang out with you and flirt try to help you with your siblings, he just thought you had different aged siblings, he was not expecting this

• One of them was with you in the kitchen, the other was asleep on the couch

“Hey what kind of movie do you want to watch?” he said as he slung his backpack off his shoulder to pick out a film

• The double take he did was almost outrageous it was so exaggerated

“W- i thought your sibling was with you, why are they here?” he spoke while pointing at the kid who was knocked out

• You walked out of the kitchen with the other twin holding onto your neck

“oh didn’t i tell you? These are the twins”

• yeah he was confused at first and was asking you questions

“How do you tell them apart? They look the same!”

“You just can after a while”

• he’s not gonna do that, he’s just gonna call them “kid” instead of their names

“Hey kid can you pass me that?” he said pointing at the remote to turn on the tv

“Billy they’re not dogs, they’re just 3 so i doubt they know what you want”

• Billy gets up and grabs the remote

“C’mere and let’s watch something”

• You and billy would be somewhat touching (his arm around your shoulders) and one of your siblings decided that billy’s lap was a comfy place to nap

“Uh y/n, can you get them? I don’t want any nasty little kid germs on me”

“Billy that just means they like you! Get comfy cause once they’re out then they’re out and there’s no waking them up” you said as one of your siblings started to snore

“Oh well too late huh?” Billy said, grabbing your hand and kissing it, blushing hard “I see they like me more than you do! They’re laying on me!”

A dumb scoff left you

“Whatever, hurry up and pick something to watch”

•Billy ended up picking Hannibal (even though you asked to pick something mild since the twins were there)

“Hey y/n, if i was Hannibal and you were Will, would you date me? Let’s ignore the fact that i’m a killer, would you? Cause if i’m Hannibal then i would totally date you”

“Are you saying you want to date me?”

“Well-“

“Yes billy before you retract that statement i would date you” you cut him off

• He has the dumbest grin on his face

“But the catch is you gotta help me with these two”

“Hey if that means i date you then i’d do anything! Even if it means putting up with these two!”

Stu

• Stu would be amused with your siblings. you had met up with him at the park and wanted him to help you watch the kids as they played

“So how come you never told me you have twins?”

“They’re not my twins Stu, they’re my parents and they just leave them with me to watch while they go do whatever, it’s kinda tiring cause i’m parenting them more than they are!”

“Well why don’t i help you more often? They seem fun to take care of!” He said while getting up to stand, completely ignoring your eye roll

“How about we go back to your place and i make lunch? Maybe we can cuddle and watch something!”

• You almost missed how his eyes lit up at him wanting to cuddle with you

• Stu would carry one of the twins on his shoulders and you carried the other on yours, the twin on your shoulders laughing at the one taller than them

• You could tell the twins were tired, but you knew pretty damn well they wouldn’t nap without a snack

“So Stu, what do you have in mind to make for lunch? You know where everything is so go ahead” you said while carrying the twins to get changed into comfortable nap clothes

•Stu made some simple sandwiches for the kids and he threw together some pasta for you and him while the kids ate their sandwiches.

• After eating your lunches, you and stu both carried a sleepy twin to your bedroom to watch something

“Why can’t you put them in their room? can we have some privacy?” he whined, giving you that classic ‘stu wants something’ look

“you can try but good luck, they always end up in here since my parents aren’t here”

• he was not pleased but that didn’t stop him from pulling you into his lap with a twin on each side

“What do you want to watch? Do you want to watch a movie or a series?” He questioned, leaning his chin onto your head, “i’m guessing nothing to gruesome since they’re here huh?”

• You and Stu decided on the X-files and started on an episode somewhere in season 4

“Hey you should totally be the Scully to my Mulder y/n! We’re like partners in crime and i think it’s fitting”

“You do know that they have a kid together and end up with eachother right?”

“Well yeah, that’s like the whole point!”

• You laughed and took his hand into yours, kissing it

“i love you big dummy, but once this episode is over we should try and do some work while they’re asleep”

• You and Him end up doing work while the show continued in the background and the twins slept, one had their head on stu’s arm (which you totally didn’t gawk about)

i hope this works! 💜 i’m still trying to finish some requests

[theonethatwritessometimes]

Show Me?

Y/N had been dating Hannibal for almost a year now. He knew it couldn't go on for much longer, otherwise she'd find out about what he is and then he'd have to kill her or brainwash her, whichever came first. However, she already knew about his food endeavors. She wasn't angry or disgusted. She was impressed by how someone can kill so elegantly and right under Jack's nose.

"Y/N," he called from the bathroom while she was laying on his gigantic bed. Y/N hummed in response, nose deep in a book. "We need to have a talk, dear. Perhaps over dinner tonight? Go home and get ready." Y/N happily nodded and got up from her position and set the book down on the nightstand. Silently walking over to him while he was still in his towel, she kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the house with keys in hand.

When Y/N got home she took a shower. After her shower she moved to her closet to try and find the perfect dress, which was a black knee length dress the hugged her plump curves in a way that didn't make her self conscious. Y/N didn't know what Hannibal wanted to talk about but she was excited. Everything about him made her feel excitement. He's always so elegant and effortlessly beautiful, sometimes she’d wonder why he even wants her but she doesn’t have the guts to ask him. Her friend, Will, called her in the middle of getting ready. "Hey, Y/N. What are you doing?" He asked in a voice that he only really used with Y/N since she reminded him of what having a sister would be like.  "Getting ready for dinner with Hannibal. Why?" Y/N heard him hum, "Just wanted to see if you wanted to come see my new dog."

She chuckled. "How many dogs it that now? It's got to be illegal." Both of them shared a laugh and a few more words before he excused himself so she could get ready.

When Y/N arrived at Hannibal's house something felt off to her, but she pushed the feeling back not wanting to ruin the night. Y/N walked in, having a key to the place but the house being unlocked whenever she’d need in anyway. Y/N made your way to the dining room and sat down in her favorite chair. Yes, she had a favorite chair. One, it was the most comfortable chair she’s ever sat on. Two, it was the one she was sitting in when Hannibal asked her to date him.

She heard him walk out of the kitchen, "Oh, hello Y/N. I didn't hear you come in." He said as he set down the food for the two of them tonight then sat down. He made Y/N her favorite dish and the feeling that something was wrong crawled up her throat. Y/N couldn't hold back, "Hannibal. Are you breaking up with me?" She asks in the most calm voice she could muster. He went rigid in his chair for a second and then relaxed again, he looked at Y/N. 

 “I am. You have always been very perceptive, dear. How did you find out?” He asked. She scoffed, really?, Y/N thought. “Hannibal,” she sighed, “You never make me wait when you want to talk to me. You also don't randomly cook my favorite food.” Suddenly, she realized something. “What is this?” She asked as she pointed to his plate. He sighed, “Veal. You know this.” A small smile made its way to her face but he didn't notice. 

“Sorry, let me rephrase my question. Who is this, Hannibal?” Hannibal's face was one you could call shock, if he actually showed his emotions more, “You know.” He whispered, slowly grabbing a knife. To him, this was it, he had to kill Y/N. 

“Yes, I know. People who annoy you or they get too much into your personal life end up dead with missing organs. Plus you keep everyone's business card for your so called records, babe. It's not that hard.” Y/N leaned back in her chair slightly, “You're lucky that I don't care about that. I care about you, and as much as I don't like you feeding people to other people, I don't like the thought of you in prison or dead, way more than that.” She couldn't tell what Hannibal was feeling, as he didn't show it. He looked into her eyes, “How long...have you known? Why did you stay?” 

Y/N shrugged. “To your first question, I don't remember when I found out, it was just suddenly I knew. To your second question, I care about you. Also, I like what we have. I don't care if you kill, I just want you safe and sound.” He nodded when she was finished.

“The guy who flirted with you when you walked into one of my appointments to drop off my jacket. That's who this is.” Hannibal said, not looking very sorry for what he did. More proud than sorry. She smiled to herself then looked up at Hannibal. “I’m not sure if this is the time or place. However, I’ve never felt love before, but I love the feeling I get when I’m with you.” Y/N moved to eat the dish Hannibal made her, not needing an answer from him to know that he at least cared for her. “Don’t eat that, Y/N.” She paused and looked down at her fork with her mouth hanging open. Looking up at Hannibal, she realised he looked a bit sheepish. 

“I may have gone overboard with the thought of you knowing about my eating habits. You would end up leaving me or telling the police were the only conclusions I could draw.” He said while taking her plate and fork from her, “Follow me to the kitchen, my sweet. Let's make you something else.” Y/N followed him as they both walked to the magnificent kitchen. 

         Y/N watched him as he cooked her a new dish without meat since everything else was human. She was tempted to sit on the counter but Y/N didn't want to bother Hannibal. However, this man Y/N called hers, could basically read her mind. 

       “Y/N do you want to sit on the counter?” he asked while wiping off his hands on his apron. She shyly nodded. Hannibal slowly walked over to you and stood impossibly close to. Grabbing your hands and putting them on his shoulders, he picked you up by your thighs and carefully set you down on the counter. You held your breath and your noses were touching. “Y/N, I can’t promise you a happy ending, seeing as I’m a soon to be wanted man. However, I will try to make right now as pleasant as possible.”

“All I want is right now.”

[butterflyinthewell]

So I’m working on a fanfic about Hannibal being diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s and Will struggling to come to terms with that.

I’m realizing it’s really a commentary on how society treats people whose brains work different.

There is no point where Will loves Hannibal any less and he never sees him as less than human, but doctors and other people do.

Most of the story is from Will’s POV, (I start each chapter in Hannibal’s memory palace as it’s crumbling) but I have Hannibal’s perspective running in my own mind too when we watch him through Will. So when Alzheimer’s causes Hannibal to act weird, I know exactly what he thinks he’s doing or where he thinks he is in place / time, and his behavior makes perfect sense according to where / when he thinks he is. Will and the readers won’t have that side of it, so to them it seems Hannibal doesn’t know how to behave. He has his lucid moments where he’s acutely aware that “I have Alzheimer’s and my brain is failing me”, though they diminish as his brain deteriorates. But he really doesn’t know what he’s doing when he’s not lucid, though sometimes he can remember it later and tell Will what happened. Those moments are heartbreaking.

So as an example of visible behavior vs what I know and don’t tell you: Will sees Hannibal smashing a rolling pin against the kitchen counter, but Hannibal thinks he’s cleaning up to prepare for a dinner party the next night and he’s frantic because there’s a lot to do and not much time, and he can’t get the counter clean. Once Will figures out Hannibal is trying to clean, he trades the pin for a sponge and helps him “clean”. Hannibal forgets why he was so frantic once they’re done, so now he can go to bed and sleep instead of keeping Will up by banging on the counter for hours.

You can’t reason with a confused person with Alzheimer’s once they’re past a certain point. It’s easier to just step into their reality and guide them gently in the direction you hope they’ll go. (Will is very hit and miss at doing this initially, but will get good at it later!)

Most people would suggest take the rolling pin away, but that would get in the way of the need Hannibal is trying to meet and lead to a fight. From his side it looks like Will is preventing him from getting ready for esteemed guests. Will trading the pin for a sponge is meeting Hannibal where he is, calming the anxiety he’s feeling and gently nudging him where he actually should go (to bed). Hannibal is happy with that because his need was met.

There’s another scene in a grocery store where Will doesn’t pay attention to Hannibal’s signals that this isn’t working, and it leads to Hannibal causing a bit of a ruckus. The store is restocking and there’s boxes and chaos everywhere. Hannibal can’t handle that, so he starts taking things out of the cart and putting them on the shelf like he’s at the checkout counter because that’s what you do when you’re about to leave the store. But Will misses that signal and puts things back into the cart, and suddenly a very angry Hannibal flips the cart over and hollers that “this isn’t correct” because he can’t access the language to explain he’s afraid.

Will has to talk him down from a panic attack and help him out of the store. Later, Hannibal is able to explain to Will that disarray frightens him because it looks like his memory palace, and when that happens he can’t tell his inner world from the outer world and doesn’t know which one he’s “speaking” to. But small bits of disarray become something Will can use to calm Hannibal down by giving him messy things to organize. (Hannibal is obsessive about organizing stuff, it’s soothing for him.)

Their love language evolves too. From speaking in metaphors to just speaking, then they progress to actions and finally end on touch.

Will needs to realize it’s less about what Hannibal is losing and more about what’s still there.

Hannibal is going to lose who Will is, but he never loses the fact that he loves him. Some days, he will look at Will and fall in love with him over and over like the first time he saw him in Crawford’s office, because in those moments every time is the first.

And that is what Will needs to realize. Their love hasn’t been lost.

Btw, Hannibal doesn’t stop being dangerous till the final stages of Alzheimer’s. He’s about midway through it when he almost mauls the staff at a hospital because they’re being nasty to him when he’s confused! (They chemically restrain him with Haldol and are super shitty liars about it). That experience is actually what gets Will to see that people are going to treat Hannibal like he’s not really a person anymore. Let’s just say the doctor who ordered the Haldol isn’t gonna survive. It’s Hannibal...that means people get eaten! 😌

Also, the fanfic starts after they’ve been married for 10 years, so the year is 2030 at the start of the fic. I’m writing this pretending the story of Hannibal began sometime in late 2010, Will pulled them off the cliff in 2015, they got some aliases to disappear and moved around America dodging the FBI for another five years.

The pre-story post-fall timeline goes like this:

December 2019: Will and Hannibal have been on the run for a long while, but they stop in Hawaii to have a nice, tropical Christmas. Hannibal can’t remember the volcano’s name is Kilauea.

January 1: 2020: They get married on the beach. It’s sort of spur of the moment, but they took the time to buy tuxedos and rings. Their tuxes are white with silver accents. Hannibal has a silver vest and bow tie. Will has a silver bow tie and cummerbund. They say their vows at sunset by the water.

Late February 2020: Will and Hannibal leave Hawaii for Cuba just as Covid-19 is hitting. They’ve already bought a house, so they move in. Both test positive for covid. Will stays asymptotic and never gets even a tickle in his throat. Hannibal gets the whole deal without getting sick enough to end up in the hospital, but recovers. He has some long covid issues, like shortness of breath and fatigue.

2022: Hannibal survives the widow maker heart attack and it’s discovered he had the heart attack because covid damaged his heart. He gets quadruple bypass surgery and spends a lot of time in ICU recovering. As he gets better he realizes his memory isn’t what it should be. Doctors tell him his heart stopping from the heart attack and the bypass surgery can sometimes cause some memory loss. Hannibal starts relying on his phone and GPS more and more. Will begins to suspect something is wrong, but the doctors reassure him that it’s temporary, so he lets it go.

(Fanfic begins here.)

2030: Hannibal is making mistakes in cooking, cleanup, paying bills and just everyday stuff, but he doesn’t think it’s weird. He blames “kids” when questioned about why he put dishes away dirty or burned dinner. Will is noticing things aren’t right, so he begs Hannibal to see a doctor. Will thinks it’s something solvable, like encephalitis or some other organ. But no, Hannibal gets looked over from head to toe, inside and outside, sent to a neurologist and finishes with his diagnosis of early onset Alzheimer’s. (He’s 58 at the time of diagnosis, but the disease process started when he was 48 and it was missed for so long because of the heart attack.)

As soon as he’s diagnosed, Hannibal starts making plans for Will to be his medical power of attorney, in control of their bank account, in charge of his advanced directives, etc.. He sort of drops it all onto poor Will, who barely gets time to absorb the news before he’s signing stuff. Will is in a tailspin of emotions.

It’ll take Alzheimer’s 20 years to chew through Hannibal’s brain. It’s not always gonna be pretty or easy to watch. At the end it becomes clear Hannibal is waiting for something, and he passes as soon as those final needs are met. Hannibal always has to have control of something, right? Right!

I’m gonna throw all your feelings into a washing machine and spin them. It’s what I’m good at with fics like this.

Anyway...

I have very specific images of how Will and Hannibal look at the start of the fic. Will is still pretty af, but a lot less friendly looking, and Hannibal looks like a scruffy Norse dad.

The most beautiful part about writing this (for me, anyway) is watching how Will learns to understand Hannibal’s communications as his language abilities deteriorate. He will continue to see and hear him even when most other people won’t try to watch or listen. He learns to be less “stop that, it’s annoying” and more “what need isn’t being met and how can I meet it? How can I step into his world to be with him where he is?”

Finally, their wedding song is important to the story. This was their first dance song. It’s their song. Will sings it to Hannibal a few times in the fic, and if he plays it on his phone it can break through the Alzheimer’s fog and take Hannibal back to the bank safe in his memory palace where he keeps their wedding day. Yup, he keeps that memory in a safe and it’s the last thing to go. ❤️

[szopenhauer]

it seems that the average survey-taker is a white american female, aged 15-19, who has a car, a cell phone, and an extensive social circle. is this true for you? I’m a white female but not from America and I’m much older, have no car nor friends, just cellphone

have you seen any silent films? I love Buster Keaton 

would you rather be an actor, director, or soundtrack producer? actress and director

have you seen nbc’s ‘hannibal’? thoughts? (if you haven’t, do you want to?) no and don’t want to, yuk

on websites where you’re permitted to change your username, do you do so often, or do you keep the same one for long periods of time? I usually change after a few months

does your computer have a name?  I didn’t call this annoying piece of shit anyhow but maybe if I had a better computer...

are you eager to see how far science + technology will advance, or do you prefer an older way of doing things? do you think we are better off with these advancements, or not? I wish we had choice, I would like the world to be balanced, a bit of this and a bit of that, some advancements are necessary, some are cool but some are awful

what is your favourite comic book or graphic novel? does your favourite novel come in comic-book form? (if not, would you like it to?) I don’t read comics but from those I ever tried my fav manga was Doubt, webcomic (those I saw several but I forgot most of the titles by now) - Lackadaisy and I am fan of Aldebaran and Betelgeza 

Any friends who are constantly venting about their boyfriend?: it was common - me listening complains about my crush’es exes or current boyfriends/lovers/crushes

Have you ever been ice-skating?: once, in high school, didn’t like it

Does the sound of rain at night help you sleep?: yeah

Did the end of Public Enemies make you sad?: I didn’t finish the movie

Do you obsessively apply lip-gloss or lip balm?: ewww, not at all

Do you think you’d have what it takes to shoot someone if you had to protect yourself?: I believe

What’s your most noticeable flaw?: ugh...

Have you ever walked into a massive cobweb? yes and that was awful because it was full of dead bugs

When you can tell that someone’s lying, do you call them out on it?: often

How many other blogs do you follow on Tumblr?: more than 300 

Does it ever scare you how fast time can go by?: could say so

Have you ever replied “OK” when someone confessed they liked you?: possibly :x

What does your grandma call you?: sigh...

What would you do for immortality and infinite youth?: dunno, definitely wouldn’t sell my soul or kill an innocent person but I would do some stuff for immortality 

Would you rather have a pool or a hot tub?: neither

Have you ever worn a nipple tassel?: haven’t

Ever played hide and seek in the woods on horseback at night?: wow, that’s weirdly specific and now I want this somehow :o

Have you ever held a baby chick?: wild bird’s babies and I regret that because it’s not helfpul for them actually

Do you think wine tastes like rotten fruit? yep

Have you ever felt the need to hide something about yourself?: sometimes, from certain people, I should be myself most of the time tho

Do you think pearls are attractive?: umm...

Have you ever wished you had a different name? Which name would you choose? but I like male ones more or non polish

Have you ever customised an item of clothing? I designed and my mom helped me, made changes for me

Do you prefer drawing or painting?  prefer to draw but look at paintings

Are you saving up for anything right now? What? if I could/had money to save then I would save for a bike, laptop, my own apartment etc.

Do you own any figurines?  cats, dogs, elephants, clowns, horses and others

If you have any siblings, how much rivalry is between you all? it’s complicated

When did you last have itchy eyes? recently

Is it dark outside right now? it’s getting darker 

Do you prefer framed photos or just sticking photos straight onto walls? I prefer them in an album, takes less space 

What’s your favourite type of cake? used to love sękacz the most

Have you ever woken up from a dream and believed it to have been real? I was confused 

If there’s a bug in your room, can you sleep or do you need to get it out? it depends on how annoying/dangerous it is

Do you prefer travelling alone or with people? I like to travel with my dad

What was the last baby animal you saw? pic or irl?

Do you give people high fives or hugs more often? hugs

How long have you known the last person you kissed? I knew her 10 years ago for awhile then we lost contact until this spring

When angry, do you get loud or quiet? depends

What do you currently hear right now? my parents talking

Who of the opposite sex has seen you at your worst? dad

Last person you saw? parent

Did you have a nap today? nope

Are you easy to get along with? am not

When was the last time you were told you were cute? recently my gf called me cute and I’m like Catra about it

Have you ever forgotten to put on an oven mitt before you took something extremely hot out of the oven? not over, just hot pot

Do you own one of those airwick things that automatically sprays every few minutes? hell no

How many light bulbs are on in the room you are currently in? 3, one doesn’t work 

Have you ever had your phone taken away at school before? almost, teacher heard it calling but before they found out who’s phone that was it stopped ringing and I was safe

Do you look better with or without glasses? I’m always ugly 

What is your favorite type of bird? chicken, owl, flamingo, crow, barn swallow...

Did you go fishing a lot when you were younger? Do you now? I hate fishing, never been nor will go

Do you like more flowery scents or more clean scents? no scents, thank you Do you own a manual or electric toothbrush? manual, electric are horrible Preferred brand of toothpaste? m current is Meridol  Piece of make-up you cannot live without? I can live without it

Do you prefer heels or flats? flats are more comfy but I know how to walk in heels, just don’t like to

Do you eat meat? yep Do you still watch cartoons regularly? I recently started watching She-ra with my gf but before that I didn’t watch any animated shows for a long time (just fragments/episodes maybe) Do you leave the TV on and sleep to it? never Ever considered cannibalism? r u serious?... this is scary, I’m gonna puke :x Ever licked a battery? I’m not stupid What does your name mean? lily which was also going to be my name Do animals go to Heaven? hope so Babies are… irritating

When was the last time you saw a doctor? it would be easier to say when I didn’t because I see them too often Do you know anyone who is a firefighter? used to What was the last wedding you went to? my sister’s

What’s your favourite alcoholic beverage? blergh... Do you “binge-watch” tv shows? two episodes a day max What is your opinion of clowns? love Did you wear a necklace today? not today How old are your parents? about 60 What’s something odd you do when you’re anxious or nervous? personal Have you ever received a compliment from a stranger? I have, more than one time Is your wardrobe big enough for all your clothes? it’s not Do you plan ahead when it comes to your outfits? nah Have you ever shaved your face? I shaved my eyebrows (not whole)  What colour is your front door? silver with white paint coming off  Do you take the stairs or the elevator? stairs  Would you ever try herbal medicine as opposed to conventional medicine? I tried  Do you wear open-toed shoes? I despise those Have you ever been to a petting zoo? yeah, I was petting a raccoon <3 and chinchillas are so surprisingly fluffy  When was the last time you wore a button up shirt? weeks ago How many times have you consumed alcohol? once Do you often forget what you were just about to say? ocassionally when interrupted What’s your opinion of Australia? wouldn’t go there Do you own any striped sweaters? absolutely :) Have there ever been any forest or grass fires in your area? as every summer, also trash burn quite often

What color is the trash can in your kitchen? yellow What does the cover on the last book you read look like? it has two people sitting in front of each other Do you wear green on St. Patrick’s Day? I don’t celebrate this holiday, I dislike it Are you even Irish? not even partially Have you ever gotten a wig? What did it look like and what was it for? I have a bunch of wigs  How often do you use a shower cap? What does yours look like? I don’t own any If you wanted to get a cat, would you adopt from a shelter or buy from a breeder? Why? but I don’t want a cat What’s the shortest you’d be willing to cut your hair? almost bald? What do you do when you find a spiderweb in your room? leave it be or clean it

[roadtophantom]

Down Once More - RTP Does a Double Show

(or as they say, a two doe shay - so in that light, this review is hella long)

March 16, 2019

It wasn't planned but to take advantage of a discount, I got a second ticket targeting a Saturday matinee show so I could catch Clara. This plan backfired as I already inadvertently caught her the previous week. Being that the Theatre at Solaire is hours away where I am and I don't want to shell out over a grand for Grab, I decided to see the evening show too.

The fun part about matinees is it's not a rush hour so the travel time is cut significantly. We got to the theatre early enough to take all the photos we want without queueing plus some decent drive thru food. We got balc right seats this time, second row. I certainly missed the prime visibility of orch seats but liked being able to see the whole set.

Clara was on as Christine and I'm delighted to say that as early as a week-gap she's able to put different touches to her Christine so you see a somewhat different interpretation. This one was less afraid and was drawn more to MOTN, that she was able to show a dilemma between the Phantom and Raoul. What I gathered from my first viewing of her was that she's obviously Team Raoul all the way. I mean, sure that is a very valid interpretation but I guess I also like a Christine who is able to show a conflict, some sort of loyalty to her 'teacher' who she didn't just happen to meet yesterday. So there's some joy when she sings AOM.

A notable scene is how she took a while to unmask the Phantom (Jonathan) The instrumentation has already changed and she was still peeling the mask. Jonathan took that extended lull as fuel for anger that Clara cowered in a fetal position as Jonathan, imposing figure that he is, hovered over her. He then punches the floor with his fist and kicked the mandarin hat (which he never got to wore) away. Pretty intense. By STYDI he becomes remorseful as he lamented 'Oh Christine'.

One thing I love about Matt's Raoul is we don't just know he is well to borrow from the Kingsmen: manners maketh man. He isn't only a gentleman at Christine but also to the managers when he makes it a point to excuse himself with a hand gesture when he is switching his attention to Carlotta, Piangi and Girys. And I think one takeaway I got from his Raoul is how he regarded the angel with dismissal and arrogance but slowly come to horror to know that this is a real thing plaguing Christine and that leads him to do what it takes even risk his life. Idk, he's just very real to me. When he does the disaster will be yours, he mounts all his  fiery passion to threaten what he knows is larger than him.

Also the travelator worked and he does jump so whee.

Again I adored the ballerinas during the rehearsals because they're just playful girlfriends, when they get excited at the introduction of the Vicomte, when one of them yawns tiredly and someone gets instruction from the slave master, love love these cute dynamics. Plus they are so nice and supportive of Christine. Meg is just a dear, and I love how Kiruna-Lind nods sheepishly with a “I’ll be a good girl cross my heart” smile at her mom before stomping right off. 

I finally looked up that lyric change in Notes, it's now using Broadway's: "Mystified baffled Surete say,we are mystified -"

After the show I accompanied my cousin and sister to stage door, whereupon Meghan came in looking like a rockstar, black ensemble, hat on. She's still somewhat ill but she's going on and it's to be appreciated because that means my evening ticket will finally see the other Christine.

My seats these time are way up because I got the cheapest tier. So it was going to be interesting to see Meghan who is probably one of the most petite ladies (she's probably 5 foot and a couple inches). But I immediately see how she compensates for the height with her hands. In Hannibal she grabs on to the nearest ballerina or Meg to seek comfort or to show excitement when the announcement of Vicomte came on, she holds Reyer's hands as he congratulates her. Later in the show she uses them in more heartbreaking ways (to plea for help at Madame Giry at Notes II and the managers after the PONR unmasking but all for naught).

I have to mention this, Meghan does not dance the slave girls track (and later most of the Masquerade track) but this may be because of an injury. Do not take my word for it, but it would make sense why Clara was on instead during the media call. I don't begrudge Meghan too in going off stage especially to protect her health.

BUT when she came on for Think of Me? Holy. Smokes. THAT GLORIOUS VOICE. Where did that come from such a tiny frame? It's so big and whole and powerful and she sings and extends the cadenza effortlessly. You'll know this is opera-trained.

My take with her Christine is that she takes on  Meghan's personality, especially in Act I where she is bubbly and friendly with the ballerinas and when she tries to explain to Raoul that the angel of music is very strict (she does it sheepishly). Listening to her radio interviews it makes sense how it sometimes blurs who Meghan is and who Christine is.

She also mentioned how she and the character are utterly consumed by music, and she shows it not just as a trance state but also in a Sarah Brightmanesque possessed state. I want to take a closer look at this because from afar there's a danger of looking like she's doing nothing when she's been doing big gestures with her hands earlier. So it looks like on and off. But maybe up close it's possible she communicates more.

Her strength and her strongest weapon is undoubtedly that voice, because with it she isn't afraid to make the songs her own, to manipulate them as the scene demands for it and as she needs it. Her vocal control is incredible. She is able to communicate fear, panic and passion effortlessly because of that malleable voice that she need not stay the course of the song but give it her interpretation ("in that, <i>strange</i>. sweet. sound.") She could cry and scream in song if that makes sense? I just looooooove listening to her sing and there are just so much dimensions in her interpretation that way. And there's even more to it when she performs with her cast mates.

Okay this brings me to the next part of the review. I saw Jonathan earlier with Clara and it went without a hitch so to speak. In figure-skating speak he landed those lutz. The evening, told a different story. When he couldn't extend his BE in MOTN I started to get worried.

The figure-skating analogy will become very clear towards the rest of the performance as I waited in bated anticipation how he'll try to land his jumps. This was me the whole time basically.

He started stumbling losing breath and ending in rasps towards the end of Act I. Obviously this is not his norm, I've seen him 4 times after all, including the earlier matinee. There was something wrong. But the question now is what he'll do in the vocally demanding AND fast-paced Act II full of quadruple jumps?

Well Jonathan had to do a series of quick decisions, there were words he had to speak more softly, keys that he had to changed and lyrics recited so he can reserve his strength and give them to the money makers. But all in all? Led to a beautiful heart-wrenching performance as he took the show in One Emotional Ride I've never witnessed before. And I believe the person sustaining him, receiving this acting and spinning it to gold? Meghan. There was teamwork happening during the Final Lair as both characters were giving one fiery performance and receiving it, enhancing it, supporting another by giving so much to work with. Meghan comes at you at Final Lair with such fervor. There was a part where she rips the veil so angrily the hair mic went POOF but this is the kind of energy she comes at Jonathan. I don't know if I've seen a Final Lair come like a frenzied hurricane of adrenaline, distress and fury. There were a lot of tears on that stage. Jonathan’s limitations worked for him in the end especially in conveying the anguish of the character. In this way, the show finished in a heart-wrenching note AND thunderous applause.

Oh when Meghan returned the ring, the Phantom clung to her hand and they remained that way for a bit, until Meghan regretably retracted the outstretched arm and left.

So. Um, wow. It was a hell of a ride, and I have to say, guiltily, that I liked how unpredictable it was. That was just pure raw stage energy and thespians are olympians too.

I definitely need to see more of these two before the show closes in close to 2 weeks (cue weeps). 

If you got as far as this um, thank you. You are very patient. I have no reward but here's me wearing the PHwhdjfis hoodie

[avegetariancannibal]

Boy With a Haunted Past (part 1)

(Formerly known as "Haunted Mansion" when I posted it last year for Hannictober. Takes place in the early 1990s in some *vague hand waving* Southern high school. Brief homophobic interaction. Will is 16, Hannibal is 17.)

Hannibal Lecter was beautiful. He had skin like poets would write about, and a mouth that looked like it would be good at sharing secrets. He was the exchange student from Lithuania, and a grade ahead of Will even though they had two classes together. He was practically a man, really. Will had started to notice just the slightest hint of stubble on Hannibal’s chin by the end of fifth period. It was just plain mesmerizing.

Sometimes, Will was pretty sure Hannibal liked him. As in, liked him. His dark amber gaze always seemed to find its way across the chemistry lab to where Will was running his experiments. But then other times…other times, he thought he might be projecting just because he wanted it so badly.

“Most boys aren’t like you,” his dad had told him. “Most boys like girls. So just… just be careful about who you go confessin’ your love to, around here.”

So Will was determined to keep it to himself unless Hannibal made the first move. He got his chance late in October at the start of lab one day.

“I would like your opinion,” Hannibal said, sliding onto the stool beside him. “What do you think about that big haunted mansion thing they’ve been advertising on the radio?”

“Oh it sounds totally ridiculous,” Will said. “Imagine people paying ten bucks to go get scared by something that’s probably not even a little bit scary. Pssht.”

Hannibal smiled at him. “Does that mean you wouldn’t want to go with me?”

Will almost dropped a beaker of hydrogen peroxide. “Yes! I mean no. I mean no, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to go with you. I’ll go with you. I…yes. Yes, I want to go. With you.”

Hannibal’s smile widened, showing the perfectly imperfect points of his teeth. “I’ll meet you there at 8, then.”

Will debated with himself over whether he should show up right on time, or just a little bit late so he didn’t look too eager. In the end, he was almost ten minutes early.

Much to his relief (and joy), Hannibal was already there, too, holding a place for him in line.

“Hey,” he said, brilliantly.

Hannibal scooted over to make room for him. “I told myself I was going to be too early, but I couldn’t wait to get here.”

“Me, too,” Will said. Before he could stop himself, he blurted out, “I didn’t even finish my dinner!”

Hannibal looked surprised. And gorgeous. He hadn’t shaved, so the stubble on his chin was even darker than it had been at fifth period, and his hair was loose and soft instead of slicked back like it usually was. He’d traded in his usual blazer and button-up for an intricately cabled sweater in deep red, and dark gray corduroy pants that would have looked ridiculous on anybody else. Will was pretty sure Hannibal could make a clown costume look smooth, though. He was also pretty sure he was staring at Hannibal’s pants.

“Maybe we can get a pizza after this,” Hannibal said.

Will stuck his hands in his jeans pockets, fingering the ten dollar bill his dad have given him for the ticket. “Um…”

“My treat,” Hannibal said. “I’m of the opinion that the one who does the asking out should be the one who pays.”

Will’s head swam. Asking out. He’s asking me out. HE ASKED ME OUT. “Sounds fair,” he said, just managing to keep a squeak out of his voice.

“Hey, it’s that foreigner,” a voice said behind them. “And look, he’s here with Geeky Graham. Like two weirdo peas in a pod.”

Will struggled to keep from curling his hands into fists. “Hello, Matthew,” he said. “And look, you’re here with Frederick. What a surprise.”

The two seniors approached–Matthew Brown like a shark and Frederick Chilton stuck to him like a remora waiting for scraps. They tried to edge into line ahead of them.

“No cuts,” Will said, sticking his foot out to block them.

“Aw come on,” Matthew said in an exaggerated whine. “I promise not to tell anyone I saw you here together.”

Frederick tittered into his hand.

“Why ever should we care?” Hannibal asked, seeming genuinely confused. “It’s only the truth. We are here together, just as you two are here together.”

Matthew’s cheeks flushed blotchy and red. “Yeah, but we’re not queer like you!”

Frederick laughed and nudged Matthew. “My father says everyone in Europe is gay.”

“Yes, I recall seeing him at the last meeting,” Hannibal said coolly.

Will’s jaw dropped.

A scowl replaced Frederick’s laughter as he dragged away Matthew, who could be heard asking, “What the fuck does that mean? I don’t get it?”

Hannibal leaned closer to him. “Want to give them something to really talk about?” he asked, his breath warm against the side of Will’s face.

“Um, sure,” Will said.

An instant later, he felt Hannibal’s hand slide down his back and come to a rest at his waist. There it stayed, where Will could feel it burning through his denim jacket and sweatshirt, and he promptly forgot everything his father had ever said about “being careful.”

Customers were allowed into the “haunted mansion” in groups of two to five people with a couple minutes between each group. Will was so relieved he and Hannibal were allowed in as a pair that he almost pumped his fist. Only the overriding desire to maintain some pretense of cool kept him from doing it.

Entering the foyer, they were plunged into total darkness, and silence except for the distant sound of other visitors in the rooms ahead of them. Then, to Will’s complete and utter horror, his stomach grumbled audibly.

So much for seeming cool.

“Clever of you to bring your own sound effects,” Hannibal said.

“Yeah, well, I like to come prepared,” Will said, forcing a laugh.

A dim light flickered on overhead, giving off cold and intermittent illumination. Cobwebs draped the rusty fixture and the chain leading up to the ceiling. Black, gooey-looking paint streaked the walls, spelling out warnings like, “TURN BACK” and “YOU’LL DIE ALONE.”

“Quite atmospheric,” Hannibal whispered beside him.

The door ahead of them swung open with a squeal of its creaky hinges, drawing them into the next room.

This was a formal dining room, lit by a sputtering chandelier and draped in more of the spider webbing. Beneath that, a long table had been piled high with bloody human skulls and glossy pink entrails. A mannequin slumped over the table, dressed as if for a party.

“It looks kinda real,” Will admitted.

Hannibal sniffed. “Even smells rather realistic.”

Will took a step toward the table for a closer look, but the mannequin suddenly jolted upright. “Stay away!” it shrieked through hidden speakers. “Stay away or die!”

Will jumped back. “Gah!”

Hannibal held out a steadying arm just as he tripped over his own feet.

“Just so you know,” Will said, “I decided to show up tonight in my ‘total loser’ costume.”

“I’m sorry to tell you I find it very unconvincing,” Hannibal said. “Nothing about you reminds me of a loser.”

Will risked a glance upward to find Hannibal winking at him. He was especially charmed that Hannibal was kind of terrible at winking, partially blinking the other eye in unison.

As they followed a roped-off walkway away from the scene, Will heard an infant crying in the next room.

“Who the hell brings a baby in a place like this?” he wondered out loud.

“A terribly rude person at best,” Hannibal said.

They got their answer in the next room, which had been made to look like a cross between a bedroom and a surgery. A tray of tools and dirty rags had been strewn across the floor. A female figure had been arranged on the bed in a tattered white nightgown, her belly sliced open and empty. The way the flesh had peeled away from the wound made it look like something or someone had crawled out of it. A trail of blood led to the closet door, disappearing under it.

The baby cried again…from inside the closet.

Will swallowed hard. “Are–are we supposed to open it?”

“Only one way to find out,” Hannibal said.

He stepped back, letting Hannibal do the honors. He chastised himself for feeling so nervous. It wasn’t like an actual monster baby was going to explode out at them…right?

Hannibal slowly twisted the knob and let the door swing open.

Will burst out laughing and laughed until tears came to his eyes. The thing inside was a total letdown after the relative realism of the scene leading up to it. It was so blatantly a cheap plastic doll from, like, the K-Mart down the street or something, covered in red paint. It clung to the back closet wall, taped in place, with a length of its mother’s “intestines” dangling from its open mouth like a deflated balloon animal. A small radio continued to play recorded crying noises, but it sounded so fake and tinny with the door open.

“That is so lame,” he said when he’d recovered the ability to talk. “Right, Hannibal?”

“I want to leave,” Hannibal said, his voice quiet. “If you don’t mind.”

Will glanced over at him, saw him pale and stricken, his chin trembling just a little.

“Hey, are you okay?” Will asked.

Hannibal grabbed his hand and looked at him with pleading eyes. “Can we just leave?”

“Of course,” Will said, giving Hannibal’s hand a reassuring squeeze. He flashed him a bright smile. “I was getting hungry anyway, remember?”

On their way out, Will saw Frederick and Matthew just about to take their turn in the house. When Matthew glared at him, Will realized he was still holding hands with Hannibal.

He also realized he didn’t care.

Whatever had made Hannibal want to leave the “haunted mansion” so suddenly, he didn’t say and Will didn’t feel right asking. And anyway, he seemed like he was back to his regular smooth self as soon as they got back outside.

Will was both thrilled and horrified when Hannibal led him four blocks east to an actual sit-down Italian restaurant with cloth napkins and Chianti-bottle candles on the table. It was totally a date place, and the nicest restaurant he’d ever seen from the inside. He immediately felt out of place.

It must have shown, because Hannibal leaned across the table and gave him a smile. “Remember, it’s my treat, so order anything you want.”

Will thought of half a dozen appropriate things to say, but instead his mouth completely betrayed his brain: “My dad says this is the place people take their dates when they want them to put out!”

Hannibal’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. He had been reaching for a complimentary bread stick, but now his hand paused in midair.

“Not that I’m saying you’re like that,” Will hurried to say. “Or that this..um…outing…is like that. I mean, I just… It’s just… Oh God I’m so sorry! I just can’t shut up!”

Hannibal’s look of shock gave way to laughter. “You know, I was worried I would be the only nervous one tonight.”

Will gawped at him. “What? You haven’t seemed nervous at all!”

“I hid it behind my very well-tailored veil of European coolness,” Hannibal said.

“You hid it a little too well,” Will snorted. “I mean, come on.”

“I changed outfits four times,” Hannibal said. “Even my socks. I was worried you wouldn’t like my socks. Convinced now?”

Will’s face was suddenly feverishly hot. He was sure he was blushing redder than a stop sign. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning like an even bigger idiot than he already was.

“I’m sure your socks are fine,” he said.

“Well, play your cards right and you might get to see them,” Hannibal said, and gave him another terrible wink.

Will let out a laugh so loud and unrefined that half the restaurant turned to scowl at him.

“Now, hurry up and pick something to eat,” Hannibal said. “I’m starving.”

As Will turned his attention towards the menu, he caught a glimpse at the window. Matthew Brown was standing on the sidewalk just outside, glaring back at him through the glass. Will had never seen him angrier, and that was saying something.

(to be continued)

[fallenangelofmurderhusbands]

((Sorry for the wait, but chapter two is now up, and I welcome all feedback/constructive criticism!))

Death’s Beloved Chapter 2

Will had no idea that being dead could still come with obligations and responsibility. Then again, he was a special case. According to Hannibal, being dead provides souls with peace, and leisure, or torture and unrest, depending on which one they deserve. Yeah, that's right, deserve. Apparently as Death, Hannibal is Judge, Jury, and Executioner in his realm. No matter what you did on top, death changes you, and if Hannibal decides at any point that you don't deserve the comforts he provides, he can immediately banish you to the part of his realm he reserves for those who displease him. Now Hannibal wasn't one who governed by fear, he had the respect of all who resided in his realm, who were on his good side that is. He really only had one rule that seemed to keep everything in working order: Don't be rude. Will found it trivial, but he couldn't deny its efficiency. Either way though, Will was sure he was the only one who was stressed about a job even in death.

It wasn't being dead that gave Will the cause of his current complaints, it was having a job even after being deceased. When Hannibal had told him he could become a powerful reaper who would work alongside his husband, it had sounded amazing. So, of course he didn't pass up the opportunity. Having been an officer - with his own moral code - before death, Will was able to settle into into his new role effortlessly. However, Will quickly learned that Hannibal had a habit of only telling people - though Will especially - half of the picture, keeping the finer, less appealing, details to himself. Therefore, Will didn't know that part of being this amazing reaper, also included wandering the streets of Hannibal's realm, and checking in with residents. If he was being honest, Will hated being sociable, and of course today was his first day of doing his rounds.

It was morning if you wanted to call it that; some say time passes differently in the realm of the dead, others say time is an illusion all together. There is no sun, nor is there a moon to float across the sky and help establish time. The sky changes colors only when Hannibal decides it is time for a change. The stars are ever present - though depending on the color of the sky, sometimes it is harder to see them. The dead have no need for rest, so sleeping cannot establish the end of a day. In the end, it is the feasts that establish a sense of time. They are mandatory - though no one would want to miss the event. Three times a “day” if you will, Hannibal calls together the town for the Feast of Souls. One of said feasts was the reason Will had decided to start his rounds.

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“How are you okay with this?” Will asked, shocked and borderline mortified upon hearing Hannibal’s description of the Feast of Souls.

“What do you mean?” Hannibal asked coolly, amused his husband would have such a reaction, and curious as to why.

“This is basically cannibalism!!” Will near shouted, voice growing slightly louder.

“Will, calm down. Please. It is no such thing.” Hannibal chided, though still amused by the situation. The souls - if you must call then that - which were consumed at the feast were in such low standing in Hannibal’s mind, they barely made it a mile below animals on the list. He would prefer them to be further down.

“A soul consuming another soul? How is that not, in essence, a form of cannibalism?” Will retorted, gesturing to nothing in particular with his hands as he talked.

“Well, technically, I’m -” Hannibal tried to correct Will, but was cut short by his spouse’s impatient temper at not being taken seriously.

“I KNOW YOU’RE NOT A SOUL! But those who dine at your table ARE. I AM! How can you sit back and watch as these people -”

“Souls -”

“Consume the essence of other souls completely unaware?” Will continued, ignoring Hannibal’s interjection. He was seething now, annoyed Hannibal wouldn’t take him seriously, angry he wasn’t receiving an explanation, and baffled by his husband’s reaction to all of this.

“They are not souls. They are animals - less than animals actually.” Hannibal finally tried to explain, seeing Will slowly reach the end of his line.

“Hannibal, that makes no sense. A soul is a soul no matter what.” Will shook his head, trying to understand this new culture and custom he had been thrown into.

“Will, maybe you would understand if you would just take part in -”

“No. I’m not having anything to do with your feasts.” Will rushed out, eyes snapping frantically to meet Hannibal’s. New culture or not, his old norms and values still resonated deep within him, and right now they were screaming that cannibalism was a NO!

“Alright, if that is what you wish, I will respect your decision.” Hannibal conceded. He knew he would not win Will over right then, and decided to choose his battles - saving this one for later.

“Thank you.” Will said, surprised by Hannibal’s respect of his wishes.

“Seeing as how you won’t join us,” Hannibal continued, because if he couldn’t win Will over, he would get the last jest in, “and the feast has now come to a close, perhaps you would find it suitable to begin your rounds. I know walks tend to clear your head.” The knowing smirk in Hannibal’s eyes made will’s anger burn bright. He opened his mouth to retort, thought better of it, turned, and stormed from the house. If Hannibal wanted him gone, then so be it; Will would walk it off. Too bad that included being sociable while he was already in a bad mood.

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Will stopped at a quaint little house; a garden of vegetables and flowers was planted just behind a short fence, half hidden by flags, windmills, and the other garden decor that had been lovingly added - in excess. He had walked to the farthest corner of Hannibal’s domain in the hopes that his sour mood would wear down enough for him to begin his check-ins. Thankfully, he was right, and after reaching his destination, he decided to start with the little house that just screamed grandmother.

The door opened when he was halfway up the path, revealing a short, gray-haired woman, whose smile almost rivaled the sun.

“Welcome! Welcome! Come in, please! Sit down. Sit down. Anywhere works,” she babbled off to him with energy he didn’t know she possessed as she ushered him through the door. “Would you like anything to eat or drink, hun? I know us souls don’t necessarily need the stuff, but my tongue can still taste so keep tasting I shall.”

“Thank you for the offer, but I’m okay for now. Unfortunately I won’t be staying too long.” Will returned her knowing smile with an apologetic one of his own before she disappeared into the kitchen to fetch herself some refreshments. She returned with a plate of calas and beignets - Will’s favorite Louisiana desserts - and a tumbler of whiskey. Will’s face must have betrayed his surprise because she let out a small laugh.

“What are you doing with your jaw dropped so low, boy? Come now, not every grandma is cookie-cutter predictable.” Will found himself laughing along to her words with an ease he didn’t know he could obtain. “Now, call me psychic, or just well attuned with how this place works, I don’t care. But I learned long ago that those who are new here carry with them remnants of where they came from, and if you know how, you can pick up on them and read ‘em. Now while I’m a Northern California child, I’ve traveled enough, and met enough people after being down here, to know a little about where you came from.” She gently pushed the plate across the table so he could reach the pastries  as she poured two glasses of the whiskey. “Now I can’t read minds, but I hope you like these. Hard to go wrong with tradition, but then again there’s always those few who prove ya wrong.” Despite her words, Will got the sense that the twinkle in her eye meant she knew more than she was letting on. Either way, he wasn’t about to pass up Louisiana pastries and whiskey, and he took a bite out of a beignet before accepting the glass she was holding out to him.

“Now,” she continued, sitting down across from him, “let’s get back to business. You didn’t stop by here for no reason now did you?” She paused for a moment to sip at her own whiskey. “What’s your name, hun? My name is Mira Greenwald, but you can call me Auntie ‘M’, or Mimi. Your choice.” She sat back and waited for Will to finish his beignet, neither in any sort of rush.

“My name is Will Graham. I’m, um, sure you’ve heard of me by now. I’m kinda soulmates with Hannibal…” Will, despite starting off well, let his sentence fade away. Before awkwardness could descend upon them, Mira continued on.

“Oh my heavens! You’re the one who all the fuss is about? My dear, you have this whole place buzzing! Everyone wants to meet you! You had us all up in a bunch when you didn’t show at the feast, you know.” When she saw Will’s panicked expression she quickly reassured him. “Now don’t go fretting! Breathe, hun. No one here is going to bombard you. We get newbies here all the time, so it’s not uncommon to see an unfamiliar face. Besides me, and Hannibal of course, no one else knows your face, so you’ll be just fine. Besides, even if someone does recognize you for whatever reason, it would be tremendously rude of them to call unwanted attention to you - and you know how well that husband of yours tolerates the rude.” She winked and humor returned to Will’s eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “No one here is that brave. We all have manners, Will. It is wonderful to have met you though, my dear.”

From there the conversation spins away from Will, and back to Mira. She talked all about her life before she died, her husband and kids, where she traveled, friends she met, events she lived through, as well as her life after death. Will was surprised with how long she had been here for - 40 years, Earth time.

“Don’t you miss your husband?”

“Of course I do! I miss all of my kids and grandkids too. But I know that I will see them all again some day. Everyone dies eventually - though Albert sure is taking his sweet fucking time.”  

“W-What?” Will’s only reaction to hearing Mira curse was to laugh it off.

“Oh yeah! That old geezer has been in a coma on life support for the past… oh ten or twenty years or so. You see the kids have the payment plan setup, and enough money to support it, and then got busy, and forgot about him. No one has noticed long enough to think about pulling the plug on him, and the machines are doing their jobs well enough that he can’t just let go.”

“That’s horrible!”

“Oh, it’s not really. Neither one of us would want our kids wasting their time on us. We’re happy they are living their lives. Plus he still comes to visit me every once in awhile. Damn near gives the medical staff a heart attack every time, but it is nice to see him. Crazy bastard says it’s the only excitement he gets nowadays - seeing me and watching them scramble for his life.”

“There’s no way for him to die? Are you sure? Maybe Hannibal can help!” Will said in a scrambled rush.

“Slow down, hun. It’s okay. I’ve already talked to Hannibal long ago. As understanding as he was, there is nothing he can do.”

“What do you mean? He’s Death.”

“He may be Death, Will, but he’s not God. There are rules to life, just as there are rules to death. One of the main ones being that if it isn’t someone’s time, there’s nothing you can do. Even Hannibal has to obey the rules sometimes.”

“But…”

“Rules, are rules, Will. If you break them, there will be consequences, even for Death.”

“I think I understand…”

“You will fully, with time.” Her smile was warm and reassuring, and all Will could do was let his worries melt away and just believe in her words.

“Can I ask you one more question Mimi?” Will asked, hesitant about the topic he was about to bring up.

“Of course! What is you want to know?”

“Why does Hannibal consider some souls below others? Isn’t a soul a soul no matter what?” He asked, eyes fixed to the swirling whiskey in his hand. He raised them when he heard the smile in Mira’s voice.

“I thought the same thing too. I was as religious as they came when I first arrived. We all have to learn at our own paces Will, but we don’t have to learn alone. You see everything down here works different - time, space, bodily functions; we don’t need to eat or sleep, and yes, even souls. You see, it is possible for a soul to be corrupted, for it to become so twisted and gnarled that it no longer resembles even a trace of what it once was. On Earth we called these souls Demons. Down here, we don’t have a name. But they are viewed as the lowest you could possible be, further down in savagery than animals. A curse and burden to this world. And, viewed as a plague, we try to wipe them out. To become this thing, Will, you must understand there is no reversing it, no saving the soul it used to be. They become something new entirely, something ugly. It is these that we feast on. I too once shied away from the Feasts, disgusted and ashamed. But I promise you, Will, this world is not Earth, and those things are not souls.” She paused for a moment, assessing Will’s reaction before adding, “Give yourself some time to acclimate, and adjust. Integration into a new society - let alone world - takes time. But hopefully I will see you at one of the next Feasts. My philosophy has always been: Ya can’t bash it till you’ve done it.” Will chuckled at that, before exhaling heavily. His brain was starting to hurt from all of the information he received.

“I think it’s time for me to leave.” He smiled, nodding toward the door. Mira smiled back with understanding.  

“Oh Honey, you have all the time in the word, but I’ll let you get back to Hannibal. I’ve kept you long enough.”

“Thank you, for everything, Mimi.” He said, swallowing the last of his whiskey.

“No need to thank me, honey.” They both rose from the couch and headed to the door, Mira pulling Will in for a hug before he could escape out the door.

“Oh hey - If that husband of yours starts to get on your nerves like all husbands can, just come back over here. I’ll have fresh pastries and a full glass of whiskey waiting.” She called after Will as he walked down the garden path on her lawn. He turned with a raised hand, waving as he called back.

“Sure thing, Mimi. I’ll make sure to remember that.”

[nebulouscannibalism]

Eyes Behind The Glass: (Part One)

Fandoms:

Hannibal Lecter Series - All Media Types

Hannibal Lecter Tetralogy - Thomas Harris

Hannibal Lecter (Hopkins Movies)

Relationships:

Hannibal/Original Female Character(s)

Hannibal/Original Character(s)

Hannibal Lecter/Clarice Starling (platonic)

Characters:

Hannibal Lecter

Clarice Starling

Jack Crawford

Dr. Frederick Chilton

Will Graham (mentioned)

Additional Tags:

Slow Romance

Slow Burn

Cat and Mouse

Fluff

Blood and Violence

Hannibal is a Cannibal

Cannibalism

Language:English

Words:2287

Chapters:1/?

Summary:

Coraline Hemings, a nurse and caregiver is transferred from Virginia Mental Hospital to the Baltimore Hospital for The Criminally Insane where she meets the infamous serial killer and psychiatrist Dr. Hannibal Lecter. As the future unfolds, she slowly finds herself caught between ethical responsibility and emotional longing. Once her choice is made, there is no going back.

(Authors Note: I am still currently reading the series as of right now but I've watched all of the movies. Please forgive any character inaccuracies and mistakes. Also I will be tweaking and adjusting the original plot to fit my characters time line but I will keep in all the iconic moments that made us fall in love with Dr. Lecter. I hope you all enjoy!)

Chapter 1

 First Days Are Always The Worst

The old van rattled and screeched as it pulled into it's parking spot. Coraline Hemings jiggled the keys out of the ignition, huffing as she did so. She peered out of the windshield that faced the large cement building. She supposed it was both an honor and an insult to be transferred to the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, or as some of her old coworkers at the Virgina Mental Hospital had called the 'Cannibal Hotel'. She knew her credentials as a nurse caught their eye, and the pay was sure as hell better, but she couldn't help but feel uneasy. At her previous job, the worst of the patients she had to deal with where the worried schizo's that would sometimes escape to ferment the nearby bushes, now she would be dealing with the darkest of mental disfiguration. Coraline pulled down the sunshade, checking her face in the mirror and straightening her uniform. Today would be her first day. After being admitted in she was immediately sent to the chief of the hospitals office, Dr. Fredrick Chilton. Coraline seated herself on one of the leather chairs that squeaked in protest whenever she moved and crossed her legs, tapping her foot on the carpeted floor. She jumped hearing the click of the door open and close. "Good morning, Miss. Hemings is it?" Chilton's voice rang from behind her as he shuffled off his coat. His office was neat and clean save for the bundles of files and papers that littered his mahogany desk. Coraline assented. "Forgive me for being late-there was a crash on the highway 45 that caused a bunch a traffic" he grunted walking over to his desk, not bothering to conceal his wondering eyes that went from her legs to her chest and then finally to her eyes; causing a shiver to run up her spine. 'No there wasn't,' she thought 'I took the same highway here.' She pursed her lips, giving him a tight smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss-" he paused opening one of the files on his desk "Coraline." "Please-just call me Cora." She said politely, shining him a professional grin which Chilton returned. He shook her hand. "Well Cora it says here that you attended Moran State and finished with a degree in nursing..are you pursuing any other form of education?" "In Psychology and Ethics yes." "Interesting," he sighed out his eyes glazing over as he looked into her file, a feeble attempt at looking interested. "Well I believe that's all in order- have you signed all the papers and documents?" "Yes" "Good, after what happened last time the last thing we need is a lawsuit on our hands" "You're taking about the incident with Dr.Lecter and the nurse?" Chilton paused at the mention of his name, his face hardening. Cora could see the grinding of his teeth behind his thin lips. "Yes. Precisely. You heard about that I presume?" He said in a colder tone, one of the veins in his forehead bulging out despite his curt smile. "Yes, it's a hard thing to miss Doctor." "Well then, I suppose it would be a..waste of time to fill you in on the kind of maniacs we have here. Since you already know. He doesn't react well to treatment-if he reacts at all." "What does he do? If you don't mind me asking." "I've given him almost every goddamn psychiatric test in the book, but the man won't comply- he folded the last one I gave him into a damn origami swan" he huffed. "I've heard that he writes to a lot of colleges. His work even being featured in some of their newsletters" Coraline said. Chilton didn't reply at first, he was getting frustrated. The discussion of Hannibal Lecter was obviously a sensitive one to the doctor. He sighed through clenched teeth, his once friendly demeanor altogether grew condescending. "It's almost pathetic how they crowd that madman." He tried to hide his bitter tone, but Cora easily picked up on it. "I'll save myself the trip and have Clarke lead you down through the security, he will fill you in on all the procedures with the patients including Lecter, you'll share an office with and one other attendant. There you will supervise the patients." He settled himself back down into his seat, fumbling with his tie and pressing a button over on his phone. "Mary send Clarke up to my office. The new attendant is here." He folded his hands over his stomach- a stone expression on his face. Cora shifted from one side to the other in her chair, picking her nails as she usually did. When the attendant knocked Chilton turned to some files in his desk, "Have a good day Miss. Hemings." He mumbled flipping through the files. Cora nodded her head, grabbing her bag and walking out down the hall with Clarke. Clarke was a tall old man, easily towering over her. Late fifties. The two walked past the first door towards the cells. "It'll be a few weeks before we have your identification badge printed, but in the meantime you'll use the visitor card that we give to lawyers sometimes when they visit the patients." When they finally reached the last door Clarke stopped and said sternly, "Now I know they briefed you beforehand on all our inmates. Is that correct" "Yes, and I've read their care files beforehand as well, conduct and everything." "Including Lecter-?" "Especially Lecter, they where..rather imperative on the matter." She replied shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Well just know that there's a security guard down the hall to the left, call for him if you need to, and.. a point of personal advice, don't let Lecter get into your head, he has a habit for toying with people" "Got it." "Good- now I'm going to signal the guards to let you in, you have a cart that has their medication, files etc. Good luck out there doll face." He assured before waving over to the other attendant. The two heavy metal doors creaked open, slamming loudly behind her and echoing down the dark stone halls. Swallowing the lump in her throat Cloraline gripped the carts handle tightly and began her stops. The first stop was a patient named Paul Bateman, who had no hesitation in describing in full confidence what he wanted to do to her rectal region had he been free of the metal barrier between them. She showed no reaction, despite the sick feeling growing in her stomach, perspiration going down the back of her neck. She gave him and some of the other lunatics their prescribed medication, her hands beginning to tremble as it droned on. "I'd rip those pretty little eyes of yours out and suck on them" She heard one yell from behind, spitting at her shoes. She quickened her pace as she went down the list of her assigned inmates, one horror show after another, until there was one patient left, and notably the one she had been most frightened to meet. She could see the acrylic plexiglass from where she stood, the cool toned LED lights casting an artificial beam within the cell. Cloraline sighed, the wheels screeching out as she slowly made her way to the viewing of his cell. Hannibal sat at his table on the far right side, his crimson eyes invested deeply into one of his books, a pad of soft paper and one of his felt tipped pens in hand taking notes. Cloraline stopped once she reached the center of the viewing, watching him with quiet interest. She slowly diverted her gaze to the stone walls that where covered in elaborate drawings. "One second dear, I will only need a moment longer." His surprisingly calm voice rang, his stare never lifting from the page. "..Take your time Dr.Lecter, sorry for interrupting." She replied smoothly. Hannibal's gaze froze in spot, before raising to the glass in front of him. "You're new. I've never seen you here before. What is your name?" He asked politely watching her with quizzical interest. Cora couldn't help but stare back, her blood running cold in her veins. "Cora Hemings doctor" "No, your full name, please." "Coraline Hemings" She replied again, her voice wavering slightly. "Ah Coraline Hemings," He sighed out, "Are you my new nurse? I suppose you've heard what happened to the last one." "I am, and I did." "What did you think? Chilton took away my books for nearly a year after that." His face had an eerie stillness to it as he spoke, his eyes never blinking. "He took away your books Dr.Lecter?" She asked, dodging the question which he noticed. "Chilton often does, it pleases him to toy with the power he has, it compensates for his lack of success. But back to my question Miss.Hemings, what did you think about what happened to the previous nurse before you?" He persisted grinningly. "I suppose the only way to answer that correctly is if I knew why such a thing happened in the first place." She replied with a small smile. "Ah, clever girl, yes. I must admit that you're the first nurse to walk in here that doesn't reek of some atrocious drugstore perfume and cheap boxed hair dye. She chewed a lot of gum, mostly to cover her ashtray breath, but she never closed her mouth, leaving me to hear the clicking of her teeth and saliva as she chewed." He was standing now as he spoke, inches away from the glass right in front of her. "Is that then why you attacked her doctor? Because she irritated you?" Coraline asked curiously. "No." He replied, his grin widening. "Then why did you? If that's not to forward to ask." "I wanted to know the flavor of gum she was chewing, it must of been good since she chewed it so much." Coraline paused, shifting from one side to the other as she was locked in his red eyed gaze. "And..did you like the flavor..Doctor?" She questioned hesitantly. "I found it rather cheap and disappointing, I liked the taste of her tongue much better." Hannibals expression never faltered, though his eyes widened considerably with both gratification and interest to Coraline's horrified expression. For his own amusement he suddenly pressed his hands onto the glass and bore his teeth at her, like an animal in a cage, causing Coraline to startle and jump. Pleased with her fearful reaction he stepped back from the glass, folding his hands neatly behind his back. The two fell into silence as they stared at one another, Coraline regaining her composure. "Tell me Coraline, do I frighten you?" He asked with that eerie polite smile. "In some ways yes doctor." She replied calmly, despite her heart racing behind her rib cage. "Do the other inmates here frighten you?" "No, they make me uncomfortable." "Like Mr.Paul up there- he has some rather interesting fantasies about you. I caught most of it," He turned from the glass, his back now facing her as he viewed his own drawings. "I see you liked my drawings Coraline." He changed the subject again. "I do, you're an amazing artist Doctor," She said carefully. Her eyes following the rows of drawings. "What's-Whats that one of up at the top?" She asked, pointing towards one of his many landscapes. Hannibal whirled around, his expression completely professional due to muscle memory, his eyes following her finger to the drawing. "Ah, a beautiful piece of gothic architecture. This ancient cathedral I saw once in Spain many years ago. It's arches fascinated me." "You can remember all those fine details?" "Remembering is all you have in a place such as this." He replied, turning his crimson gaze back to her. His eyes studied her face. The oval curve of her jaw, the ebony darkness of her eyes framed by two shaped brows. Her supple lips slightly parted. A beauty almost innocent. Yes she would be an interesting subject for a future drawing. Hannibal and Coraline fell yet again into an almost comfortable silence. That was until his soft voice broke it. "The orderlies must wonder what's taking so long-" he sighed, his eyes peering down the hallway. "You're right doctor," she replied snapping back to her professional demeanor. She adjusted some things on her tray while Hannibal turned back to his artwork, hands still folded behind his back. "Dr.Lecter?" She asked pausing. "Yes?" He replied politely, turning back around once again. "What was Spain like?" She asked. Hannibal flashed her a rather gentle smile, his eyes closing at the memory. "It's warm, incredibly beautiful in the summer" His voice rang amongst the shrill cold halls. Coraline smiled, nodding her head. "I wish I could see it, I bet its more beautiful in person" She replied. "It is." Lecter watched her expression carefully, this certainly was a conversation he had no intention of forgetting. "Well..I'll see you tomorrow, have a nice evening doctor." She said beginning to push her cart back up the hallway. "Same to you Coraline.." His voice trailed behind her as she walked past his cell. Coraline' feet felt like lead, her head filling with air. It wasn't until she reached near the end of the hall that she was ripped from her mindset. A fling of saliva smacked against the side of her face, getting into her hair and her ear. "I'll fuck your fucking eye sockets till they bleed you dumb cunt!" The inmate who spat at her screamed. Coraline wiped her face, quickly jogging down the hall with the cart.

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Lost Aggressive Youth: Chapter 2

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Its a rocky start, a violent beginning. This only intrigues Hannibal further.

The young teens find common ground in the oddest of things.

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By now, Will’s ice cream had dribbled down all over his hand, and he was quickly licking it up. “Where are we going?” He asked between licks. Hannibal realized that Will would stick out like a sore thumb in his house.

“My house, if you don’t mind. We have a large backyard, and the woods are divine.” Will, of course, didn’t miss the fact that Hannibal was trying to impress him, but he nodded all the same. It really did sound nice, and Hannibal seemed alright.

Arriving at the estate, Will’s eyes went large. It was all so… fancy . The yard was gated, the word “ Lecter ” donned it with large gold letters.  Hannibal had to press a button and announce his arrival to get in. The driveway was paved in a large loop so vehicles could drive right up to the door. He assumed this was so the Lecters and their guests didn’t have to walk. The grass was immaculately kept, and there were hedges in the shape of various animals. No dogs, but there was a cool lion. The house itself was large, victorian. Like the old farm houses back home. Except much bigger. It was missing a porch, a heinous crime. Though there was a balcony on the third floor.

“How many people live here?”  It had to be at least two families. There was no other explanation for a house this big. Ivy crawled up the sides, but it was obviously well kept and for aesthetics.

“My parents and I.” Hannibal stated simply, and looked to Will with a soft smile, “I know it seems excessive.” He noted.

“Excessive? It’s fucking insane!” Just one family? What a waste of space. And with winters it had to be a hell of a thing to heat. “Goddamn, why so much?”

Hannibal’s mouth hung agape for a moment at such language, but soon clamped it shut, “My parents were, and are, very prominent people. That is why.” His voice held a tone of irritation at Will’s words. He didn’t ask to be born here.

“Still, lots of people could use this.” Will lived in a small community that took care of each other. There was really no such thing as a single family home unless you were lucky. It was how people got by. Together, as a whole unit. A village of urban proportions. Hannibal shook off the irritation, and let out a long sigh.

“Where did you grow up?” Hannibal asked after just a moment of thought. It was only fair. Especially since he was being judgemental. William was quiet for a moment, wondering if he should tell him one of the many stories he told strangers who asked where he lived, or where his mommy was. He also thought about just ignoring the question. Though Hannibal didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would let that fly. So he decided to tell a half truth.

“Little place in Louisiana. Not near as big as this. We live good though, and that’s why we can travel.” He fibbed, “We just like to be free, y’know? It’s real nice because it’s just me and daddy, so we get to do whatever we want!” Hannibal absorbed this information. He could smell a lie from a mile away. Quite literally. Adrenaline had a sour, feral smell, and he caught a strong whiff of Will’s. Hannibal’s lips turned down in a frown at that,

“Interesting, I’ve been to New Orleans before, it was quite dirty.” He noted, deciding not to confront Will just yet. However he would give him a little something to be pissed at for the time being. Wills response was a scowl, muddled by ice cream sticking to his cheeks.

“It ain’t fuckin dirty!” He snarled, and Hannibal actually recoiled. He wasn’t expecting that reaction. What a feral boy indeed. “It’s a nice place! Nicer than this place!” Of course that wasn’t the truth. Their little trailer was hardly anything at all. Will threw a fist, and he popped Hannibal right square in the nose. He staggered back from it, and cupped his face with watering eyes. Will just stood there, perhaps in a bit of shock for what he did. He then dropped what was left of his drippy ice cream and ran back the way he came. Hannibal tried to call for him, but it was a faint echo as Will tore back to their dumpy home.

Will had long finished crying by the time he got home, but the dirt smudges gave it away. Breathlessly he called to his father that he was home. There was no reply, so he went into the kitchen for something to eat. The smell of mildew was stronger in the kitchen, most likely due to the drip under the sink. It was surface cleaned at least, but still dingy and smoke stained. The fridge revealed nothing but a foul smell. Something had been left behind last year, and it hadn’t fared well. He quickly disposed of it, and gave up on finding food. It was all still on the boat. With a sound of defeat he sank onto the couch. Now he was not only lonely, but hungry too. His knuckles felt a bit sore as well.

A loud noise made Will jump from the nap he didn’t realize he was taking. It was the door swinging open. “William, come help me.” His father’s familiar voice soothed him, and he hopped up to help despite still feeling blurry.

A friend of his dad’s had let him use his truck to haul their stuff over to the house. Will helped move their meager belongings into the house, especially excited about the food he was putting in the fridge.

“Goddamn boy, is that smell you?” His father asked, a crooked grin spreading his lips. Will smiled shyly,

“No daddy, somethin’ got left in the fridge.” He explained, and his dad just grunted in response to that. It didn’t take long to finish unpacking. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, and Will went to see if he could get some TV channels to come in.

Morning came all too soon. Will had stayed up the night before watching TV long after his father had retired for the night. He was now just pouring himself cereal like a zombie. Daddy had left for work before the sun risen, and now it was nearly noon. Just as he was about to take a big ol mouth full of cocoa pebbles, there was a knock at the door that made him jump. He huffed, and got up to answer it. Probably one of his dad’s friends hoping to catch him. It was quite the shock to see Hannibal standing there. His clothes were still fancy, but now his pants were replaced with shorts. Still a lot of layers despite the humidity. Will blocked the sun from his eyes as he opened the door,

“What do you want?” Hannibal’s nose had a small split in it, but it didn’t seem to be broken. His chin retracted ever so slightly at such a rude greeting,

“Why did you hit me?” Will nervously looked around to make sure no one else was there to jump him. Although there were no immediate signs, he didn’t completely relax.

“You were mean. I get upset easily.” Was the best he could do to explain. Temper ran in the family. Hannibal seemed displeased with that explanation, but he nodded.

“Don’t do it again.” He ordered, which of course made Will bristle. ‘ You aint the boss of me.’  He growled inwardly, but nodded. “May I come in?” Will shuffled out of the way, grimacing. His house was disgusting compared to the pristine conditions Hannibal was accustomed to. That was reflected by the look on Hannibal’s face as he entered the home. Hannibal’s nose wrinkled as if he smelled something, perhaps it was the mildew or whatever had lived in the fridge while they had been gone. Whatever it was, Will’s hackles were up.

“Want something to drink?” Of course Hannibal wanted to refuse that offer, but knew better. This was one feral pup he had in front of him.

“Water, please.” was his simple reply. Will thought about spitting in it. He didn’t want Hannibal to be so keen on him. Better Hannibal  just didn’t like him so he could stay at the boatyard with his daddy. Yet here this prudish person sat, now the one out of place. He brought him the water, and Hannibal took it. The younger of them didn’t miss that he didn’t even take an actual drink. He pressed it to his lips, but surely the water was not pristine enough for his pallette.

The small talk was painfully forced as they sipped their water and Hannibal surveyed the house with detest. Finally Will let out a loud huff,

“Why the fuck are you still here?!” It was an accusing statement, and Hannibal’s chin tucked like a pissy cat.

“I don’t know, truly. You interest me. You’re feral.” He decided to leave out the part that he thought Will smelled nice.

“You’re such a judgemental ass. Go back to your hoity toity shit.” he demanded, but all Hannibal did was just stare at him.

“No, I don’t want to do that.” This made Will want to punch him in the face again. He didn’t understand this boy. He didn’t want to understand him. Plus he was a bossy imbecile.

Silence dominated the conversation for nearly a half hour, before Hannibal finally spoke just to break the humid silence,

“What do you do around here?” The sudden speech made Will jump just a bit.

“Watch tv… Go fishing, and sometimes I play in the woods.” The last bit sounded a lot less boring than the other two options to Hannibal.

“What do you do in the woods?” Will wasn’t sure he wanted to reveal this part of him to the prudish boy, but he relented.

“Follow me, and I’ll show ya.” He then ran out the door, and down the path into the woods. Hannibal quickly got up and followed, admittedly struggling to keep up with the limber cub. Will led them deep into the woods, eventually straying off the beaten path, down a deer trail. Hannibal’s bare legs  were not enjoying the branches and occasional thorns that struck it. His shoes were not doing much better. It was a wonder how Will could navigate with no shoes at all.

After a few minutes, Will was back on another trail. Will found himself rather impressed that Hannibal was keeping up, and so easily too. His nice clothing seemed to be all sorts of busted up though. However, Will figured he probably had plenty of those anyways.

It was just another moment and they broke out into a small clearing in the dense trees. The sun still didn’t reach down, and the air smelled damp and earthy. Bones littered the forest floor. Not in random scattered formation, like an animal would leave. No, this was neatly organized. Skulls in their own spot, femurs in another, antlers hanging on tree branches.

“This is yours?” Hannibal was astonished, and it slipped through his cool facade, painted all over his face. Will was pleased, he figured it would be much harder to impress someone as fancy as Hannibal.

“Yea! I’ve collected them since we started comin’ here. So… four years.” He mused, and Hannibal began carefully examining each one. A tiny bird skull, a possum, in near entirety save for a few vertebra, quite a few deer bones, including: skulls, antlers, hooves, and other miscellaneous bones. It was truly a spectacular display, obviously Will had taken time to put this together. The intricacy was not lost to Hannibal,

“This is a truly impressive collection. What did you use to clean them?” Will puffed up at the compliment,

“Bleach we had sitting around. A lot of them I found mostly clean though. No cleanin’ required.” This of course made Hannibal a little more hesitant to touch some of the bones. However, Will didn’t seem to be diseased, so there wasn’t much worry for himself. He hoped. Delicate hands picked up a small bird skull,

“How do you preserve them?” Will rolled his eyes then,

“You know not everything has to be a process. A science. Nature gave me these, and eventually nature will take ‘em back.” It socked Hannibal much harder than the punch to his nose did. That was beautiful, poetry to his ears nearly.

“So what happens when she takes them back then?” He was intrigued more than ever. Pleased Will had a semi-morbid curiosity. Perhaps he could coax more of that out of him. There was a beast crawling beneath that boys skin that he wanted to capture.

“She gives me new ones. Everything dies eventually, and these woods seem to be a peaceful place for animals to come and slip away. This clearing is where I found that deer.” Will pointed to said deer bones with a grubby finger. Hannibal abandoned the bird skull to examine the deer. Near perfect, and arranged as if the animal had laid to rest right in that spot. Perhaps it had, but he didn’t want to sound stupid to Will.

The afternoon was spent discussing the different bones, current ones that occupied the hallowed ground, and those of the past. Hannibal inquired, poked, prodded, and discussed as much as he could. He liked to see the brightness Will’s eyes took while talking about these things. He even found himself playing stupid, just to hear Will talk more and ‘teach’ him about them.

Once the sun started to set, the woods cast deep shadows, hardly lit by the fading lights.

“I think I should get home now. Daddy will be home, I gotta make dinner.” Hannibal agreed, and followed Will out of the darkening space. At the treeline they parted ways. Both Hannibal and Will shared identical feelings. Loneliness that boiled up from their gut and into their chests, like bad heartburn.

[iraniq]

The Story

Chapter 2

After this little accident I excuse myself, saying I feel sick and I drove straight home. I really ditched my boyfriend for Hannibal. The only thing my ex knew is that one of the patients I drove in wheelchair around the asylum park was telling everyone he is Hannibal Lecter. However, the crazy cannibal had nothing to do with the boy who I shared my bed with; he was rude and mostly needed me to maintain his existence. Hannibal was kind, sweet, gentle, he spoke for me, knowing what I would say. Although we were mainly talking about him. I could not bear living with someone who is blinder about my soul than a person whose brain is half melted by drugs.

As I entered my apartment I instantly took a cold shower, crying, and proceed by eating all of the sweets I had in my apartment. It was scary how he had red me, better then I red him the opened book in my hands. On the top of this my mother called.

-     Hello sweetie.

-     Hi mom!

-     How are you? Have you called your friend?

-     If you mean my ex, NO! I haven’t called him, I told you I won’t call him! Never again.

-     Don’t talk to me like this young lady …

-     I told you million times, we split up, it’s over!

-     You don’t even told me why? Whose fault it was, he is trying darling …

-     I dumped him because he is idiot, not because I am seeing someone … - “I wish I would” - … it’s his fault, and he knows it, that’s why he is so … slick!

-     Give him a call, you are single for a year …

-     And?

-     I doubt someone would want you.

-     What?

-     You don’t wanna end up alone, don’t you!

-     We are not it 18-th century … I’d rather end up alone, instead being with an idiot!

-     You don’t know what are you talking about …

She continued lecture me, but I simply hung up the phone. Instead, I opened my laptop to check on my online friends. They went wild sharing crazy stuff again, after I finished answering and commentiong on ther posts, the message box popped:

“hey girlfriend, how are you”

“aww, hi, I am fine, just got home, you?”

“fine too, now as you are free, tell me all about this boy! Now Girl!”

“he said he loved me”

“OMG girl! I am very excited! I am squealing like a little bitch.”

“yeah”

“and what did you said”

“I ran away”

“seriously, why, you love him too!”

“I am not sure”

“what do you mean you are not sure, don’t make me come and kick your little ass, what about all the things you shared with me last month?”

“my as is not little ... well, it’s true, but … dunno”

“bullshit! you go there tomorrow and tell him you feel the same, or I’ll never speak to you again, you listen to me girl, I’ll come to kick your little ass.”

“you are very sweet”

“sweet my ass, you are making an old lady too much excited, I need rest already”

“oh come on, you are not that old, stop pretending”

I didn’t get any answer, maybe her lunch break is over. We met in the park, we bong over our Wednesday-Shake-Fruit juice tradition, as we were both very busy, we continued online, but kept out traditional Wednesday’s meetings.

I opened my phone, I had a picture of Hannibal there. Damn this boy will be the death of me. How did this happened to me. Well when a while ago I joked I will end up like Harley Quinn, I had no idea I would be telling the truth. Eventually he still have his long looks, after he bit off some other people, they couldn’t hurt him either, it turned out there is something in his blood that makes him immune to most of the diseases … maybe that’s why they had him at first place, and let me talk to him so freely and so easily … no, this isn’t possible, the Owner is a nice guy, the nurses there aren’t even rude to the patients it’s like heaven … but an asylum. Although it’s the perfect place for a plot like this ... 

I lied back on the couch, I was wondering what to do. I was almost asleep when I remembered I had this tape of a conversation of ours from the first year. It was in my work desk. I found it, put the little tape in the Dictation machine, I had a big old one with little tapes, they were so cute, I had to buy it, I put the headphones and hit play:

Have you watched Kate and Leopold?

Yes – “my voice sounds shit on tape”

So you know who I am!

Am … who are you?

It is no more crazy than a dog finding a rainbow. Dogs are colourblind, Gretchen. They don't see colour. Just like we don't see time. We can feel it, we can feel it passing, but we can't see it. It's just like a blur. It's like we're riding in a supersonic train and the world is just blowing by, but imagine if we could stop that train, eh, Gretchen? Imagine if we could stop that train, get out, look around, and see time for what it really is? A universe, a world, a thing as unimaginable as colour to a dog, and as real, as tangible as that chair you're sitting in. Now if we could see it like that, really look at it, then maybe we could see the flaws as well as the form. And that's it; it's that simple. That's all I discovered. I'm just a... a guy who saw a crack in a chair that no one else could see. I'm that dog who saw a rainbow, only none of the other dogs believed me.

I believe you!

Bravo! This was the right line … but do you know what you said, what you agreed with?

You … ?

It's ... thin line between madness and seeing thing in their true way ... not how the society make you look at them, the way they told you to understand stuff. Crazy people are scary because they are totally unpredictable. But in a bad way. They can just snap toward you. And You can't reason with them ...

Because they are crazy

No! Crazy is different way to see things. Yes, it's not logical. It's like a dog seeing colors. It doesn't always means it's wrong. Normal people assume crazy people are bad for themselves. Like, they can't decide what's best for them, it's sometimes true, but not always. Like, when you don't fit in the society frame they kick you out, not even bothering to understand. They forbid you the right to think for yourself! And this is wrong! At least that's how I see it.... can you follow me?

Yes!

The outcasts that don't fit with the rest of the world can't be consider crazy. We are the ones who see something beautiful and free that in our society boundaries we are forbidden to. We are the magical creatures who see the colors. True dreamers, just like all your inventors ... but you keep braking us, to keep your inner lie you are in control of the world, the bit of “inner piece” that keeps your society whole!

Well ... we are kinda closed in our understandings coming from society, that’s why I think you are free, like you say, the dog seeing colors.

I am also talking about the inner peace! So ... what makes you sure you can think straight, and this life isn't fake projection, and you are imagining things ... like ... is this inner peace even possible … what's the proof you are thinking rational way? At some point we all live in our own delusions! What if you all are the crazy ones, and we, the "crazy" are the one who truly see, trying to show you, but we are way too blind to see?

And after that kind of conversation normal people turn crazy! I was wondering, should I go back? Should I go tomorrow? Maybe I should call? No, they won’t let him speak on the phone. No, one of the boys likes me, I’ll call him!

-          Hi … no I am fine … yeah, yes! Listen, I am kinda worried about Hannibal, would it … yeah, if … ok, I’ll wait … Oh .. hello? Hello, Hannibal!

-          Hello.

-          How are you? I hope everything is ok.

-          I am fine, how are you? I didn’t meant to make you sad, although you made yourself sad with the book; why you read it to me at first place, as you knew it will make you sad?

-          Well … it’s my …

-          … favourite and you wanted to share the experience with me, I get it. Can you please next time pick something … more funny.

-          I have another book, but don’t worry I’ll write on a paper the funny part.

-          Can’t you read it to me now?

-          You know I can’t. And you are not supposed to tell that we talked.

-          I know. Bye!

-          Till tomorrow!

I hung up. “I am officially screwed now!”

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[pkucin01-blog]

Prompt: At age 18, everyone is assigned a job perfectly fit for them by their government. No one has ever complained or had been misplaced. Upon reading his assignment, a teen found out for the first time in 100 years, it read “serial killer”.

It was the year 2095. America’s government as we know it has since collapsed. The population growth has stented and has shrunk considerably in size. Despite all setbacks, society has since rose from the ashes and begun to rebuild after the fall of the old world. It was replaced by a new centralized government that controls all aspects of life. Transportation, job assignments, food rations… it was all for the greater good. “Make the world great again!”, as it were.

Alec Hansen let out a deep sigh. He shuffled his feet as he waited in a long line of students. It was assignment day. He knew this day was coming for years. “Why am I so nervous?” he thought to himself.  Alec was a tall, slender boy, with short blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Well, to describe Alec as a boy is inaccurate. In a few minutes, he would soon be a man. As part of a coming of age rite, highschool graduates from government-run schools are placed into an assigned career path based on a highly rigorous algorithm. From grade school leading up to highschool, they closely monitor each person’s unique talents and hone in on what would best benefit society. Doctor’s, mechanics, soldiers – it was all determined by the “Job-mind”.  Alec was no different. Between math class and science class, he would attend “aptitude for the future” lessons. Alec was an average student. He’d scrape by with the occasional B+. He was never terribly worried about what came next. He went to school, hung out with friends and did his assigned work.  He always found himself ambivalent to the whole ordeal. He knew no matter what he did, it did not make a difference. The Job-mind would find a use for him.

 Between his studies, he always afforded himself some time to sneak off. Alec knew, despite the government ban, his mother kept a collection of books nestled away deep in the attic. Books had been long banned as a form of medium. All non-government approved literature had since been “scrubbed” from the archive.  Alec enjoyed reading the “manual tablets” bound in paper. Tom Sawyer, The Great Gatsby and The Lord of The Rings were a few of his favorites. He would read them by flashlight whenever he could sneak away to a dark, secluded corner. He knew he could not tell anyone about this, out of fear of being caught. He did not want to get his family into trouble. As he grew older, his selection of literature developed. He soon found himself reading about the great bandits of the wild west, Jack the Ripper and Hannibal lector.  It became almost an obsession. However, as his studies grew more intense, the frequency in which he read these books dwindled.

 “Alec, you’re holding up the line!”. Alec snapped out of a daze and looked up. He had let his mind wonder and completely forgot where he was. There were several feet of space in front of him before the next student in line. He spun around to see who broke him out of his trance. It was his fellow classmate Claribel, standing impatiently behind him with her hands crossed. “I’m sorry, got caught up in a daydream” Alec replied, chuckling lightly. “What else is new. I wouldn’t be surprised if they placed you as a mattress-sleep tester” Claribel barked. Claribel was in the same grade as him, but from a different neighborhood. She was a sassy Latino girl, with dark eyes and wildly curly hair. A group of her friends behind her laughed at her wit. “Well” Alec said “At least I’ll know my place. ‘Many jobs take many people’ as the Job-mind says!” “Some of us care what we do, Alec. Have you ever heard of class or self-respect?” Claribel retorted. “Well come on then, move up!”.

 Alec stumbled over himself as he ran to catch up with the line, which was met with giggles from the group of gaggling girls. There was only three people in front of him now waiting to be placed. It wasn’t just his clumsiness that caused him to stumble. The highschool, like most buildings, were converted from old-standing structures from before the fall. The school was once an old catholic church. The stain-glass windows cast an almost eerie air in the dimly lit corridor.  Alec shook off the insults and let his mind wonder once again. “Claribel, Claribel, Claribel…” he began to think. “Someone like you would be better off placed as a garbage collector”. But Alec knew better. She was top of her class both academically and socially. She was as rude as she was successful. It rattled him to his core, but alas; there was nothing he could do about it.  The words of the Job-Mind rang out in his head: “Many jobs take many people” “Everyone has their place” He would prefer her place be in a coffin, but that wasn’t his choice to make.

After about thirty minutes, a girl exited the placement room with a grin on her face. “I’m going to be a surgeon!” she blurted out to the group. This was met with jeers and chatter. Alec patted her on the back as he passed her, grabbing the door before it closed. Alec took a deep breath and entered. Before him, lay a rectory which was converted into a class room. All the desks and chairs were stacked in the back corner, leaving a single desk in front of a panel of five people Alec had never seen before. Men and Women in grey uniforms stood menacingly in a row. They were all expressionless. The apparent leader of the group, a tall, dark man in a slightly different uniform, gestured for him to sit down. Alec took a seat and said nothing, awaiting further instruction. “Good afternoon, Mr. Hansen. I am Doctor Newman. I am here with my colleagues to assign you your career. This has been a long, tiring process for you I am sure. But for us, it is paramount in assuring smooth, efficient movement for you as a cog in the great machine that is our fine country.” Dr Newman said. “If you have any questions, we are here to answer all of them. However, be assured our decision is accurate and final, do you understand?” he continued. “Yes sir.” Alec replied.  “Okay, excellent” Dr Newman said. “Let us begin”.

 The Five government placement personnel began to speak. They projected stats of Alec’s grades, extracurricular achievements and biological genetic data they had collected over the years on a large computer screen. They explained the process of the decision making, but Alec did not retain much information. He zoned in and out as he heard jargon which he did not understand. Alec couldn’t help but wonder if this “science” was as exact as they portrayed. He was brought out of his stupor when he heard Dr. Newman begin to wind down his long lecture. “In conclusion, with your impressive athletic ability working in conjunction with your astute understanding of social cues, we, the assignment committee, are placing you in the role of…Serial Killer.” “…excuse me, what?” Alec blurted out, falling out of his desk. “You heard me correctly, Mr. Hansen. Serial Killer.” Dr. Newman repeated in a monotone voice. “You must be wrong. What role does a murderer exactly play for the betterment of our new government!? Do I wake up and do a nine to five going around, killing people!?” Alec said, perplexed, as he lifted himself back to his seat. “Your assessment is fairly accurate, although your hours can be flexible. There is also a modest insurance package with paid vacation of course.” Dr. Newman replied, seemingly unphased by the absurdity of his statement. “But…Serial Killer? Dr. Newman, surely you must be wrong. I thought our aim was to make a better society, not bring evil into it!” Alec said. “Well, Mr Hansen, you are partially correct. You see, we do want to better society. However, there is sadly still many cancers we need to cut out. Evil is very prevalent you see, and there is only so much our police and military force can do. So, this is where you come in.” said a stern face woman at the end of the row. “However, this assignment must be done in…let’s say, secret.” She continued. “The very fabric of morality can sometimes be…stretched. The ends justify the means.”

 Alec got up and ran his fingers through his hair. The information he just received was bouncing around in his head, trying to find a neuropathway to stick to. He began to pace the room, thoughts running through his head. He had so many questions, he didn’t know where to begin. “How do I pick these people? To you know, kill?” He began to ask. Dr. Newman cut him off. “That is completely up to you. This type of placement is extremely rare and hasn’t happened in over a hundred years. With the death of our last…individual, there is an opening that needs to be filled. You will report to no one. The police reports will let us know you are doing your job.”Dr. Newman said. “And what if I refuse?” Alex replied. “Well, Mr Hansen, if that were sadly the case, we may just have to have the police raid your mother’s attic. From our understanding, she has some forbidden literature in her possession. I am sure you are aware of the ramifications of such a raid. You wouldn’t want that to occur, now would you?” Dr. Newman threatened in a matter-of-fact tone. “But how did you…” Alec began. “The choice is yours, Mr Hansen. You will receive your monthly stipend in the regular fashion. If there are no other questions, our time here together has ended. Best of luck in your new assignment.” He finished. “Many jobs take many people, everybody has their place.” The assignment committee said in unison. Alec stood there for a moment in disbelief, his hands clammy from his nerves. He digested what he had heard, nodded, and left the room.

 He swung the door open. Outside, he saw Claribel and her clan of cackling clowns chatting away. They all turned to watch him exit the room. “Well?” Claribel demanded. “Where did you get placed?” she asked. “Well, Claribel, you were correct in your assumption. I will be working in the sleep department. I will be helping people find eternal slumber.” Alec replied, in a monotone voice. “You are one weird kid, Alec” Claribel said, a disgusting snarl forming on her face. “Many jobs take many people, everybody has their place”. Alec replied, as he watched the door close behind her. Then he muttered to himself “…and yours is six feet under the ground.”

[filthybonnet]

what’s your favourite genre to write?: It’s always been smut, but right now I’m really enjoying fluff mixed with smut. It’s the best of both worlds!

do you pull inspiration from real-life, or do you pull things from other books/fanfiction you’ve read?: I mostly take from canon and then mold it into my interpretation of canon. With something like POTO I mix novel and musical for my musical based fics. Sometimes other fics will infulence me, like I’ll admit for my Love Never Dies fics I wouldn’t be writing them if it wasn’t for @persephone-victorious fics. HOWEVER, for my original fiction I tend to draw inspiration from real life.

do you tend to write one-shots, short stories, or longer things?: Short Stories and one shots are mostly my thing. However with each of my fandom I seen to have written one novel lenght fic: Socialite for Hannibal and Family Affairs for POTO. And oddly enough for both they are out of the mainstream area for their respectable fandoms.

do you prefer to write description or dialogue?: I am a 100% dialogue girl. However fan fic has helped me greatly with improving description since I haven’t actually had to work much on character development.

favourite fic/book of all time?: I already mentioned @persephone-victorious ‘ s Love Never Dies fics: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/10420827/Xix-Crane Because seriously I wouldn’t have created my own LND AU without reading hers. I also love Michelle Rodriguez. She has a few free ones up on FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2299904/michellemybelle25 but support an author and buy one of her’s on Amazon. @tasteofthebitchpudding ‘s “Distractions” is perfection. Don’t ask her where it is: she took it down. Or why: she was tired of people taking advantage of her. Don’t ask her to put it back up: She won’t. Don’t ask me why I’m talking about it in the present tense. I’ll never tell. And I look forward to @i-penna ‘s update on her Love Never Dies every week. @coatntails Love Never Dies fic also tore me up! I love Love Never Dies fic OK? It’s full of fix it potential!

And I MUST mention some Hannibal fic. Unmasked: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/1018968/1/Unmasked I can’t recall how many times I’ve read this fic. It’s one of the first fics I fell in love with when I came back around to fanfic.

favourite trope?: Beauty and the Beast,

are you the kind of person to work on more than one WIP?: Yes. I have like 3 right now; 4 if you count that Hannibal AU I keep meaning to get back to.

how long have you been writing for?: Since I was 6, so 30 years. It was a picture book. I didn’t finish it till I was 8. I also wrote other stuff inbetween but I started that book when I was 6 and it was based on a dream I had. I still have it along with 80% of all my writing. I like to think I’m going to be important someday and people will want to read it.

do you tend to write more during the morning, afternoon, or evening?: I write whenever the inspiration and ideas hit.

do you prefer to post and update your WIP chapter by chapter, or do you prefer to wait until your WIP is 100% finished before sharing it?: I post chapters of WIP as I finish them. I wish I had a regular publishing schedule like my dad does for his fanfic or like @i-penna does but alas I’m like here’s a chapter, 2 weeks later look another one, a month and a half later here’s one!

10 FANFICTION QUESTIONS

I was tagged by the lovely @sirsparkzalot hope youre doing well, honey!~

what’s your favourite genre to write?: I love writing fantasy love stories or happy endings. But, they cannot be empty. I want positive character development, happiness, independence and some interesting conflict! 

do you pull inspiration from real-life, or do you pull things from other books/fanfiction you’ve read?: I mostly pull inspiration from my response to things. How I remember them. Thoughts ive seen in passing, things ive read, ideas that I’ve had from all the concepts I’ve absorbed. I tend to combine the things I like to make an interesting story. Most of my inspiration comes from folklore from my own culture or the stories Ive listened to growing up. Walking through the woods helps stimulates those ideas. 

do you tend to write one-shots, short stories, or longer things?: It really depends on what I am writing. Up until I started writing on Tumblr, most of my things were short stories or books. I don’t believe on planning the length of anything but letting the story end with all the loose ends tied, however that happens.

do you prefer to write description or dialogue?: I prefer description and more of an inner narrative (third person omniscient). But, I always try to make the narrator sound influenced by the thoughts of the person they are speaking for.

favourite fic/book of all time?: Oh! I could never choose. I have fallen in love over and over again with so many books and they have inspired me in so many different ways. They have taught me how to be a writer in ways, I think, a class ever could. They are inspiration and teacher. 

favourite trope?: Beauty and the Beast, Soul Mates, Chosen One

are you the kind of person to work on more than one WIP?: Oh my god, absolutely. But, I also have a bad tendency to become obsessed with what I am focused on, to the detriment of my responsibilities so I have to be VERY CAREFUL when I start things. 

how long have you been writing for?: I believe I wrote my first 1+ page length story in first grade. I wrote my first short story at 8, first multi chapter concept in middle school, and had my first story published in High School. For a while. 

do you tend to write more during the morning, afternoon, or evening?: I write at night. The silence, the slight fear I have of the silence yet the love of darkness definitely ignites a fire in me to write like nothing else. Although, a day filled with thunderstorm and pouring rain could ignite that same fire.

do you prefer to post and update your WIP chapter by chapter, or do you prefer to wait until your WIP is 100% finished before sharing it?: If it isn’t a completely original work then I prefer to do chapter by chapter, because as a reader myself I know that people always love getting new material. If it’s 100% original I try to have it finished before I submit it or publish it.  

I tag: @i-penna @monster-bait @filthybonnet @kwat01 @rscoil @wheel-of-fish @jennyfair7 @cannibalisticshadows @letyourfantasiesunwind1981 @nerdywriter36 (no pressure) and anyone who is interested!