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multifandom--mess · 8 months ago

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Hannigram Fic Recs! pt.2

Here it is, the big fat fic recs post I've been putting off for like two months but at least that means I had time to read a shit ton of fics. I made sure to do a mix of short and long fics this time around since the first part were all long ones. Enjoy!

part 1

》 The Lamb and His Monster by petrodactyl352 (Explicit)(104k)

Will has always been drawn to the macabre. The proverbial flame upon which he has burnt his fragile moth’s wings time and time again, it’s why he had fallen in love with Florence and why he alone seems to see the beauty in the grisly but exquisite work of Il Mostro. But when he meets a young man in the Uffizi Gallery whose sketchbook is filled with nothing but page upon page of intricate renditions of the Primavera drawn in reverent strokes of pencil, he realizes he may not be alone in his fascination with the Monster. As they lift veils and scale forts and slowly begin to understand each other, Will gets a taste of exactly how bright the cinders of intrigue can burn—and how quickly they can kindle into an inferno of obsession.

(Young hannigram in Florence ahhh this is seriously one of the best fics i've ever read it had to be at the top of the list)

》 Spectral Hearts by mattHughdancy (Explicit) (16k)

Will has a meltdown at a crime scene. Guess who’s called in to help.

(Another top fave of mine they are so fucking cute in this fic 🤧 features autistic Will, and Hannibal just loves him so much oh my goddd my heart exploded reading this)

》 lay like a flood spills away by bleakmidwinter (Explicit)(35k)

Will Graham meets Hannibal, a frequent cruiser, at an open-minded nudist lake. Despite his reservations, Will is drawn to him, but is eventually forced to question his mysterious nature when the lakeside regulars start to go missing.

(I loved this one bc what better setting than a nudist lake. This is just gay as hell honestly lmao bc the lake is all dudes and Will is "straight" at the beginning until he meets Hannibal and it's all downhill from there. Definitely give this one a read it had some hilarious moments too)

》 Doing Things That Friends Don't Do by HigherMagic (Explicit) (39k)

A year after the fall, Will and Hannibal have settled into a fairly blissful, domestic harmony. But Will's imagination has never let him simply enjoy what he has - why should it start now?

(Basically Will trying everything in his power NOT to have sex with Hannibal but of course we all know he can't keep it together. They are so horny for each other in this i died laughing so many times. Also this author is such an amazing writer expect multiple recs from them in this post)

》 Railroad Romance by OneWhoSitsWithTurtles (12k)(Explicit)

Hannibal is still Hannibal, and Will is still Will. Except Will is not part of the FBI and they meet on a two day train trip from New Orleans to Baltimore.

(A strangers to lovers meet-cute on a train. Lots of fluffy moments and of course train sex ensues)

》 Three Stars by beforethedawn (94k)(Explicit)

Three months after the fall, Jack finally tracks them down in Canada and Will and Hannibal have to make a run for it, slumming it through America in three star hotels and eating sub par food.

(Hannigram roadtrip!! This fic was so fun I loved it. They take on the identities of some familiar Mads and Hugh characters ;)

》 Unexpected Delight by HigherMagic (Explicit) (61k)

Will has a kink that he’s deeply ashamed of. Unbeknownst to him, Hannibal has the same or a similar/compatible kink. They get together, and Will is going out of his way as he usually does to seem like his sexual tastes are as “normal” as possible. As a result, Hannibal gets the idea that Will is super vanilla and maybe a little prudish, and not wanting to scare him off, is also keeping his kinky side on the DL. This goes on for while, with them each trying super hard to hide how kinky they are and act as “vanilla” as possible, to hilarious results, all while privately thinking the other one would be super freaked out if they knew since they’re obviously so sweet and normal.

(This whole thing is literally ALL smut 😭😭 but Han and Will love each other to death and the sex is so good y'all omg I had to stop reading multiple times to catch my breath)

》 The Substitute by Devereauxs_Disease (Explicit) (10k)

When Hannibal tells Will he's sick, Will is skeptical. Before he knows it, he's laying in a hospital bed and being told he's going nowhere for two weeks. Will is distraught until Hannibal swoops in and offers to take over Will's courses at the FBI Academy. Will doesn't mind Hannibal showing up every night with a home-cooked meal, but he might just resent Hannibal becoming the most popular teacher at the Academy in just two weeks...

(A seaon 1 au if Hannibal wasn't an asshole had told Will about the encephalitis. This is hilarious tho because the students don't like Will no more when he comes back and they keep asking about Hannibal 😭😭 poor Will lmaoo)

》 When This Old Tired Body Wants to Sing by KareliaSweet (Explicit) (7k)

“Fuck me quicker, darling,” he purrs with liquid insincerity, “God forbid you see my face.” Will never touches him unless it is in the dark. In the daylight he is a ghost.

(Will being an asshole and only fucking Hannibal in the dark ugh 🙄 but things work out eventually so don't worry!)

》 Maybe Tomorrow by Shotgun_sinner (Explicit) (26k)

After recovering from their tumble off a cliff, Will agrees to get Hannibal to Portugal, where the good doctor can start a new life for himself. In exchange, Will can take the boat and return to his life, or start over himself. A storm hits on the open water, leaving them stranded somewhere in the Azores. With no one else on the small island, they're forced to work together for survival, and work through their violent past in order to get along.

(A survival au! I LOVED this and author is another fave of mine. I go crazy for a good stranded on a deserted island trope and this did not disappoint. Also there is an insanely funny part where I absolutely DIED. You'll know when you read it 💀💀)

》 I've Always Been A Daughter by air_of_the_Waterfall (44k)(Explicit)

It's been a month since Will and Abigail ran away with Hannibal. Living in a safe Canadian town, Will and Hannibal are free to explore their newfound intimacy and Abigail has a chance at the future she craves. However, upon meeting Hannibal’s sister Mischa and her daughter, loyalties are tested and insecurities run rampant. The Lecters have an undeniably dark past, and as Abigail and Will fall deeper into its truths, Hannibal’s manipulation and misguided love come to light more clearly than ever before.

(This fic is truly a hidden gem I am so glad I found it. Murder family post-mizumono and also MISCHA LIVES. The plot is so well written and I love Mischa's characterization. Definitely give this one a read, yall it is SO GOOD it deserves so much love)

》 Home is Not a Place by Shotgun_Sinner (11k)(Explicit)

Post-Fall, Hannibal recovers from his injuries. Will takes care of him, and their relationship evolves much more easily than Hannibal thought it would. The only issue is that Will is a constant presence, and he hasn't had alone time in three years. It ends up not being an issue at all.

(This one is so sweet. Basically Hannibal wants to jerk off but he can't because Will is just always there and he hardly gets a moment alone and he'll feel bad for telling him to go away 😭😭 but they finally get together in the end

》 Held in the Highest Regard by HigherMagic (12k)(Explicit)

What happens when a group of serial killers pick the absolute worst targets? Will is already having a pretty rough night, since Hannibal proposed to him and Will said 'No' for reasons he still hasn't quite figured out yet. It's not their fault - they couldn't have known - but sometimes people have to learn lessons the hard way, and Will could definitely use some stress relief.

(If you are familiar with the movie 'The Strangers' then you'll really like this one. I reread it like three times it was so good. Shit had me tweaking omg this is like the perfect au for them)

》 Green-Eyed Monster by CestPasDuBaudelaire (53k)(Explicit)

Will and Hannibal have settled in Cuba and, for the past year, they have been living their happily ever after in a small hidden community for retired wanted criminals. However, at the hazard of a gathering, Will is faced with an unbelievable fact, other members of the community may also fancy his monster of a husband. Then comes Will's spiraling, as he learns to come to terms with a disastrous, chaotic and slowly overwhelming possessiveness. And of course, feelings are never easy to deal with, when Hannibal is involved. A smut character study in three acts exploring Will's possessiveness.

(Top!Will my beloved. Don't let the title fool you, this was so fun to read and I love the community for wanted criminals idea. And possessive Will is always a treat ;)

》 Haunted by Anonymous (165k)(Explicit)

Still recovering from their fight with Dolarhyde, Will and Hannibal escape to New Orleans with Chiyoh's help. But Will is still struggling to accept Hannibal and his own darkness, something that Hannibal has every intention of helping him overcome...

(And finally I leave you guys with this monster of a fic. So sad that the author chose to go anon but if they somehow see this I hope they know how much I love this story. Will is struggling and Hannibal is an asshole at certain points but when is he not? Lots of references to Will's past too and some stuff about his mom that's very interesting)

I hope you guys enjoy these stories as much as I did. If you read any and want to discuss my messages and ask box are always open! ♡♡♡

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #murder husbands #hannibal fanfiction #hannigram fanfiction #hannigram fic #hannibal fic #ao3 #fic rec

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bluemoonscape · 4 months ago

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I’ve seen takes before by Hannigram deniers along with the usual “they’re just friends” stuff that “I saw it as a fucked up father/son relationship”

Which. No. It’s obviously romantic. It’s been portrayed as romantic and confirmed as romantic by the creators. This wouldn’t be a discussion if one of them was a woman. But while it is NOT a father/son relationship, there is something inherently paternal about it.

The show itself gives us this idea if you’re looking; the parallels between Hannibal’s love for Mischa and his love for Will, the parallels between Hannibal’s gentleness with Abigail and with Will (the scenes where Hannibal is sitting next to Abigail’s hospital bed and then later Will’s bed make me think of this), it’s all pointing to this layer in Will and Hannibal’s relationship. Hannibal sees Will as his equal while also seeing him in something of that paternal light. There’s a post I saw recently drawing parallels between Hannibal carrying Will through the snow, saving him, and Hannibal unable to save Mischa in the snow as a child. Will is his chance to heal himself from old wounds. Will makes him human in a way nobody has since Mischa. He brings out those loving, protective feelings in him that he’d thought long buried.

It’s not a father/son relationship. That’s not the core of their dynamic, that isn’t what defines it. But Hannibal’s desire to shape, care for, and protect Will reads as very paternal when considering the obvious connections made between Will and Mischa and their respective relationships with Hannibal.

#and NO this isn’t implying hannibal saw mischa in a romantic light #nooo. no #he can share certain feelings for will that he did for mischa and have new feelings unrelated to her. they can both be true #hannibal #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #mischa lecter #hannigram #murder husbands #my post

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honeygrahambitch · 1 year ago

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Hannibal is humming softly while sitting at his piano. From time to time he scribbles something on his sheets, replacing a musical note or adding a few more.

Will is eying him from the sofa, trying to anchor his whole self to that one image which is beautifully happening in front of his eyes.

Three weeks exactly had passed since they had jumped off the cliff. Their wounds were slowly healing. Even the wounds they didn't know they had were starting to ache less.

Will was happy Hannibal had finally built up the energy to play the piano. It wasn't a big one and some chords couldn't be properly tuned anymore but to Will it made no difference. Out of the two of them, Hannibal's condition had been worse. A few broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and a bad cold which had turned into pneumonia. His coughs hadn't allowed any of them to rest.

Will is wearing one of Hannibal's sweaters. The fabric is soft against his stiffened body which is slowly communicating him to brace for the worst.

He had tried his best to hide his sudden panic attacks from Hannibal. After all, he had been in the worst possible shape, Will's whines would have been futile to both of them.

Will guessed the panic attacks had started because of the post-traumatic stress caused by their fall. They had almost drowned. He had almost lost Hannibal after just gaining him back.

No. These thoughts were exactly the wormhole he shouldn't fall into. Most of them happen during the night so hiding them is not hard but now he feels his whole body impossible to move off the sofa.

Hannibal's song suddenly stops which only sends Will into more spiraling. He feels lost for a second. He wants to dissociate and just disappear for a few minutes.

"Will?"

"Yeah?" He replies while trying to mask his despair.

"Are you alright?"

"Absolutely." He says and realizes instantly how forced it sounds as the cold sweat is only sending him further away.

Hannibal gets up from the piano and sits on the floor right next to the sofa. Will knows he can't fool him.

"For how long has this been going on?"

"A while."

His voice quivers.

"But I'm fine, it's not-"

He realizes his whole body is shaking only when Hannibal takes his right hand into his. His skin is warm against his cold sweaty hand.

"Will, I am here. And I need you to be sincere. Are you more comfortable with going through this on your own or do you want me here?"

Will swallows as hot tears threaten to spill out. He is frustrated at his own inability to just calm himself. He had no reason to go through that. He almost misses Hannibal's question as it rings somewhere at the back of his mind.

He appreciates the way he is always careful about his personal space. He never intends to invade Will's intimacy more than he allows him to.

"Stay here." He says and Hannibal tightens his grip on his hand.

"Will you let me hold you?" Hannibal asks, his eyes consumed by concern. His Will is slowly fading away and he wants to help. He hopes Will would allow him to help.

Will nods. He needs to ground himself. He needs an anchor. And Hannibal knows he would never ask for cuddles. He climbs on the sofa next to him and wraps his arms around Will's body, putting as much pressure as he can.

One of his hands brushes away Will's wet curls as Will's head is resting on his shoulder. Will is unaware of the way his own arms are desperately holding onto Hannibal as if he is his lifeboat.

"I can't breath." He says as he can't feel the air in his lungs anymore. He feels his chest heavy, filled by the ice cold water of the ocean.

Hannibal cups his face and their foreheads meet. "Breath with me. I am right here. I am real."

Will nods. With his last bits of energy, he leans in and their lips meet eagerly. Hannibal is a bit hesitant as he doesn't want to push Will into anything when he is in that kind of state but at the same time he knows that it will help him ground himself.

It was not their first kiss. The previous weeks have given them plenty of time to explore each other. But it was certainly one of their most different kisses.

He feels Hannibal's hand gripping the back of his head and pushing him more into himself. Will melts into him as his mind is no longer spiraling over the appearent lack of air.

When he moans it's because of the relief and because of the way his body is slowly relaxing. It feels as if he finally dropped a brick he had been carrying.

When he pulls his head back, it feels as if he had run ten miles.

"Don't you dare leave." Will whispers and Hannibal knows he is not talking only about that very moment.

"I could never, dearest." He says as he leans in to kiss Will's forehead. "I don't want you to go through this on your own again."

"You weren't doing great either. I didn't want you to worry."

"It looks like neither of us was doing great. That didn't stop you from watching over me during every night while I was sick." He says softly. "Let me watch over you, Will."

For the first time in his life, Will accepts. He wants and needs Hannibal to watch over him. He needs his golden gaze, his warm hands and his silky voice. He needs his touch and his words.

He needs his love.

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal series #hannibal fanfiction

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honestlydarkprincess · 9 months ago

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writing patterns

tagged by @jeeyuns, @devirnis, @exhuastedpigeon mwah

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

we made it (knew that we would be alright) - buckley siblings, rated G “Not that I’m not happy to have lunch with you, Mads, but it was kind out of the blue, everything okay?” Buck asked, putting his drink down after taking a sip. They were waiting for their food at this cute little diner that they loved to come to together and Maddie had been nervously fidgeting for ten minutes now. Buck couldn’t take it anymore and had to ask.

send a flare up in the dark (and i'll come find you) - buddie, rated T “Why are we here, Natalia?” Buck grumbled, looking miserable as he took a big sip of his beer. He picked at the plate of fries that sat on the table between them, shoving one of them in his mouth with a sigh. “We could have just stayed in.”

whatever shall we do - buddie, rated T Buck was immediately suspicious when Eddie sat down across from him at the table in the loft and gave him a wide smile. “What do you want?”

race to the sun (rest when it's over) - buddie, rated E Buck knew that he shouldn’t taunt Eddie while they were fucking. Really, he did. But it just got Eddie so riled up when Buck was a brat that he couldn’t help himself.

i could be the one to make you fall (again and again) - bellarke, rated E Normally, hanging out with the Blake siblings would be a very good night for Clarke. It was her preferred way of spending an evening to be honest. She loved spending time with her best friend and her best friend’s older brother— who also happened to be her crush. Falling for her best friend’s brother was not something Clarke had intended to do and it was times like these that reminded Clarke of just why it was a bad idea.

new sensations, sweet temptations - thiam, rated E When Liam’s mom Jenna started dating his classmate Theo’s adoptive dad David, Liam hadn’t thought all that much about it. His mom hadn’t really dated since his father had died when he was a baby, so he hadn’t thought this would stick. He had been friendly enough when she had brought David home, even played nice with his son Theo. They didn’t get along all that well at school but there were never any problems. Not in high-school and not when they ended up at the same college. Not until Theo became a more concrete part of his life.

all in - hangster, rated E If you had told Rooster a week ago that he would be stumbling into his base housing with Hangman, making out against every surface Rooster could push him into, he would have called you a liar. As it was, he still couldn’t quite believe this was happening, even though Hangman’s tongue was currently in his mouth.

in the middle - buddie/natalia, rated E Eddie jogged up to Buck’s apartment, whistling absentmindedly as he played with his keys. They were planning to go out to a bar tonight for a couple of drinks and then come back to Buck’s for a movie. Eddie would admit that he didn’t really want to go out tonight, would much rather stay in and get all of Buck’s attention on him. But Buck was really excited to try this new bar and Eddie couldn’t say no to him.

help me to help myself - bellarke, rated E Agreeing to live with Bellamy was not, objectively, one of Clarke’s better ideas. Crushing on her college roommate’s older brother turned best friend? An even worse idea. They had been best friends for years now and the pining was getting a bit ridiculous.

make me crawl, make me beg, make me bleed - hannigram, rated E Hannibal let out a gasp as he was pressed against the filthy brick wall of the alleyway outside the night club. He could feel the beat of the music pulsing along the wall. The guy he had picked up took his gasp as one of pleasure, grinning in a way that he probably thought was seductive. But to Hannibal, it was sleazy. Ugly. Beneath him. Yet, this is the guy Will had chosen and since it was Will’s birthday, Hannibal had left the choice of mark up to Will.

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @usersiren, @morganofthefairies, @swiftietartt, @princessfbi, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, @giddyupbuck, @father-salmon, @underwater-ninja-13, @hoodie-buck, @spagheddiediaz, @malewifediaz, @eddiiediaz, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @spotsandsocks, @hippolotamus, @wikiangela, @theotherbuckley, @watchyourbuck, @fortheloveofbuddie, @buck-coded, @daffi-990, @911onabc, @arthursdent, @disasterbuckdiaz, and @maygrantgf

#the pattern is that im a chatty bitch #jess.writes #my writing #my fics #buddie #bellarke #thiam #hannigram #hangster #buckley siblings #tag games

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copperbadge · 11 months ago

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Supposedly, people with Anphantasia don't get scared reading scary stories, or at least not much. Is that true with you if you ever read Horror?

You know, I'd never thought about it, but I suppose it is. To an extent, anyway.

Follows a discussion of my relationship to horror prose and media; if you don't know what aphantasia is, as many people coming to this tumblr don't, I have a tag for it here that may help -- it's basically the lack of a "mind's eye", a visual imagination, so I hear/read things and don't see an image of them in my mind. If you are scoffing right now that nobody actually has a mind's eye, congratulations, you may also have aphantasia. The articles linked in the tag will be useful to you.

I have definitely been scared by prose before but it's very rare, and not much since I was a child, when the stories I found scary were preying on fears I already had. I loved the Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark books, and I think it's not unusual that I found the illustrations more frightening than the prose, but the only story that ever scared me was the one about the vampire who kept trying to grab a kid through a window -- because I had a window over my bed in my childhood bedroom and I was terrified I'd look up to see someone looking down at me through it. Likewise, as an adult, the only content in horror I find scary is what I think of as "mind horror" -- the loss of faculty or the loss of awareness of faculty (think the end scene of the novel Hannibal with the brain). Which is one of my biggest fears.

I don't read much horror because generally I get bored, which has in the past made me feel faintly appalled at myself, but which now makes more sense. Certainly I have no interest in slasher-style gore in prose, because I find it uninteresting and it goes on a really long time, while I don't watch it in movies/TV because the visual is upsetting -- so if I was getting the visual from the prose I might react more emotionally. I am a fan of Stephen King but mostly his early work where he was shorter on suspense, and I was reading it because I liked the ideas and the characters. Carrie is super interesting because of the personalities involved, not because of the violence or the horror aspects. But I've never seen a movie adaptation and I can imagine I would be deeply unsettled if not distraught by certain scenes if depicted visually. Although I didn't find the Hannibal TV series super upsetting (I mostly was put off by how bad I imagined Will smelled) so perhaps body horror just doesn't do it for me.

This may also explain my hard-no on zombie media, because I'm not scared at all of zombies, I just find them boring and gross, and that leaves the post-apocalyptic humans. My hard-no on post-apocalypse anything is an aversion to imagining the end of my world, though, which isn't visual, it's conceptual, and not scary, just upsetting.

Like, people kept suggesting Zombies Run! to me when I was taking up running and -- well, one, I needed the music to keep my pace, I didn't want it interrupted. But two, I didn't see why a bunch of random groaning noises would make me run faster. If you could see zombies chasing you in your head, yeah, that'd probably be more motivating.

It kind of explains too why I haven't written much horror. I used to be very curious about how people worked out what's "scary" in horror prose and I guess part of the curiosity came from not experiencing it myself. It's tough to know how to write a scary story when stories don't scare you.

To be clear, I definitely experience fear. Reading Stephen King's "It" didn't really scare me, but there were scary moments in the film adaptations. I startle at jumpscares. There's plenty of stuff in real life that I'm scared of. And even podcasts -- I don't get mental images during podcasts like apparently most people do, but Magnus Archives got me with the "digging into your pre-existing fears" thing once or twice, and while I didn't finish The Left Right Game (I just got bored) the hitchhiker scene definitely got me. But I think, unless it's playing on something conceptual that already existed, yeah, I don't find prose particularly frightening.

Huh. This feels like the kind of thing that could have a significant impact on my creative output if I could crowbar my way into it. Knowing that I as an aphantic don't need descriptions that other people do has already, I think, impacted my editing process, but this feels like it maybe would somehow have an effect on the whole thing -- the fact that I don't experience emotions when reading in the same way other people do because I don't get the visuals is something to meditate on.

How the fuck did I ever even become a writer. Like what's up with that.

(Ironically it was X-Files fanfic. X-Files, a show that very much did scare me, for which I wrote and read a lot of fanfic, none of which did...yikes. Well, that's something to meditate on for the weekend.)

#sam has adhd #an aphantasia fantasia

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thedarkmongoose · 7 months ago

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okay, so. the hannibal panel at c2e2.

this might be a hot take, but it was a rehash of basically every other interview they've ever done. regardless, i highly enjoyed attending the panel and getting to see a live interview between them with lovely fannibal friends. they have a great dynamic and it was heartwarming to watch in-person.

it's been 11 years since the show aired, so they probably stuck to the same/safe questions/answers bc hugh and mads didn't remember much of it. which is fair! but even they looked exhausted from the same repetitive questions and were itching to hear something new. mads did answer one of the q's which was like, "what was your favorite memory on set?" with "there's tons of them. the problem with favorite stories is that you can't remember them. but when you're in the midst of it, it's funny and crazy. but when you get the question, you can't remember." which is true.

and also tbf (i think) hugh said that he flew in and got drunk with mads. if i remember correctly, they joked about how hugh was late for his first fan op (bc the had such a good time drinking the night prior), but mads made it a point to say that he still showed up to his. 😂 mads also said he missed hugh and it was sweet. you could tell he was being genuine.

thus, you have 2 hungover older actors doing a panel about a show they did 11 years ago at an event that was hastily thrown together at the last minute. it's no surprise they played it safe. the fan q's were pretty lame tbh. some were what i consider inappropriate. but hugh/mads seemed to light up at the silly questions the most. (which ofc, they're there to have fun). the fans would cheer/clap/shout "i love you!" after everything they said, which you could tell was grating on them after a while. like there were definitely appropriate times for commotion, but it happened after EVERY SINGLE QUESTION/COMMENT. (it's impossible to focus in a setting like that) also the "hugh dancy loves fake blood" bit got old real quick and you could tell he was over it lol.

on top of that, bc it's a reunion, they probably went for the nostalgia angle vs trying to do something contemporary. it's the safest way to ensure the guests/fans have an easy, fun time. the moderator had the right energy and knew how to ask questions/transition the convo properly. just the questions themselves were not interesting or new. they also cut the panel like 10 mins early.

the only real "new" bits we got was hugh dancy's answer to the q "why did will graham wear glasses sometimes?" his original answer from back in the day was "because i thought it/will would look cool with blood on his glasses" but his updated response was sth like "because it helps shield him from the world"

that's all for now lol. i'll post more panel bits as i remember them.

#c2e2 #c2e2 2024 #c2e2 hannibal #hannibal reunion #hannibal panel #hannibal #hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #hugh dancy #will graham #mads mikkelsen #hannibal x will #fannibals #chicago #thedarkmongoose #.txtpost #will post more later

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 1 year ago

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Yandere! Professor Hannibal Lecter x Female Reader

Chapter 4: True Puppy Love.

The silver fox was quiet as he rested his chin on top of your head and stroked your arms. You were crying on his chest. He felt his shirt wet.

Poor you.

Lecter and you visited your father hand in hand. Your father not only disowned you but called you whore, slut, etc.

Hannibal yelled back and almost got into a fist fight with your dad. Your ex family had to break them apart.

Here you were, abandoned.

Lecter's heart broke. He wanted his future kids to have cousins, grandparents, and uncles.

Gulping, Lecter grabbed your chin and kissed you square on the lips and said nothing. He stripped you naked and tucked you to bed.

Since the two of you became an official and normal couple, you were no longer a prisoner.

You went out with your girlfriends at the mall yesterday, the carnival, and got your phone back.

Lecter or should you say Hannibal trusted you.

So, you two slept in the same bed.

You sighed and went to sleep due to exhaustion.

Hannibal stared at you as you went to sleep. Then he left the house.

"Meow."

Your eyes blinked in confusion. That sounded familiar! Opening your eyes. It was the next morning and you saw him! Your cat. Zalmai!

You wouldn't believe it. You thought you would never see him again. Here he was on your new shared bed with Hannibal.

You hugged your cat and saw Hannibal leaning on the door framed with his muscular arm crossed and an arrogant smirk.

Before you could thank him. An animal jumped on you! You squealed in surprise and saw it was a dog. You never had a dog before and you didn't know what breed it was.

"I figured I needed these two to keep you company while I go back to work starting tomorrow."

Lecter walked to the bed and stroked Zalmai's head.

You thanked your boyfriend and hugged him. Hannibal returned the hug and smiled. He felt fluttery and tingly inside. Soon, the two of you would have animals of their own. Hehe.

Dear Readers, I made an appointment with my doctor and I cannot wait. I have been getting lots of acne, facial hair, back and joint pain despite being 28. I feel old. I also have been getting headaches. Also, I had to quit my bipolar and insomnia medicine because I gained weight and loss hair on my head. (Yet I was able to grow a beard.)

I am so sad now. Anyway, I posted this because it is 9/11. I don't know if Afghan terrorists really did it with fake news and propaganda. Still, many innocent people died. That is a fact. So, in honor of the dead and all the people who got effected by it due to family and friends or just seeing it. I posted a story chapter.

#yandere hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal #yandere x reader

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graciereadshannigram · 6 months ago

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i saw your fic rec post and read the first thing on the list, a place you can never go, and fucking loved it

your ask button explicitly says to ask for fic recs sooo

do you know of anything, maybe on the longer side, that is very dark and emotional and that and you feel is really accurate to them as characters? i love fics that explore Will's murderous side, and he was so well characterized in 'a place you can never go'. id love recommendations like this if you have any

tysm!

hi!! LOVE getting asks for fic recs, so thank you! and yesssssss, that fic is a top 5 favorite for me!! hopefully you like some of these too :) lover to your nightmare (look what you made of me) – 123k, end of season 2 AU where Will reconsiders Hannibal's offer to just run away together and I LOVED how well written they both were. This checks all the boxes for a dark emotional fic that explores Will's more violent side! Mind the authors' note at the beginning, each POV shift slightly overlaps which I could see being a turn off for some folks, but it's so worth it!! Do you feel the hunger, does it howl inside? – 262k, post-fall fic that explores how their relationship would develop in a really emotional + dark way, and I adored how this leaned into Will's instability as a core personality trait – one of the more interesting character studies I've read!! Same authors as the one above, so same comment about how the POVs shift and overlap. As soft, as wide as air – 194k, season 4 fic that picks up right before they fall. I actually just finished this one and this might be my new season 4 headcanon! A Great and Gruesome Height – 115k, focusing on their new lives as Murder Husbands. It's been a while since I've read this one, but it's one of those fics that I just can't forget about and I am a sucker for how it ends (I won't spoil it for you!!).

#hannigram #hannigram recs #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannibal #murder husbands #gracie reads hannigram

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bthump · 9 months ago

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hello! i hope im not bothering you with this ask or anything, but i really love your blog and the thoughts you write, so i wanted to ask if you any other titles you would reccomend that are similar to berserk (not necessarily in terms of setting, but mostly the Vibe) and deal with similar themes (i watched and read devilman!). i would accept anything tbh, be it a book or movie or a series. thanks in advance, hope you have a good week! :)

Thank you very much, and yeah I'd be happy to rec a few other things I like that have some similarities! Some of these similarities are pretty thin lol, but tbf Berserk is pretty unique, at least in terms of media I'm into, and I've seen some good homoerotic movies recently.

Anime/Manga:

Claymore is compared to Berserk fairly regularly, and it's not just for the big swords. There's no griffguts equivalent, but it's got medieval fantasy monster hunting vibes, similar themes wrt human nature (though more shounen, power of love-esque lol), great action scenes and cool monster designs, and a lot of great female characters with interesting relationships, which isn't similar to Berserk but it's a bonus by itself.

I've also seen Vinland Saga compared to Berserk, and again there's no griffguts equivalent, but there's a very Griffith-esque character who has an AU where Griffith became king the old fashioned way vibe, and a central theme is revenge.

An anon a while ago made the point to me that Light from Death Note is similar to Griffith in a few ways, such as wanting to create a kind of ideal world, and being very charismatic and having culty followers who view him as a god.

Books:

tbh I have a bad memory for books I've read, but here are a couple I read specifically because of Berserk similarities:

I read As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann because I was told it had griffguts vibes, and it did. Medieval lone wolf is recruited by idealistic blond mercenary who wants to create a utopia, falls in love with him, and gets fucked over. It's very dark, darker in some ways than Berserk, but it was a good read imo. More in depth post on it with warnings here.

Captive Prince by CS Pacat is known for the author having based one of the characters partially on Griffith, and you can tell lol. It's a fun read if you don't mind or are into the tropey sex slave setting, with an engaging gay romance that has surface similarities to griffguts, though the vibe of the relationship was fairly different to me. But like, the political scheming felt like a Golden Age AU to me. It's been a while since I've read it but for warnings there's rape, csa, incest, and sex slavery not portrayed positively but like, used as erotic scene setting if that's a dealbreaker.

TV Shows:

Hannibal! It's got intense homoeroticism, it's got betrayal, it's got an operatic level of intensity, it's fun to dissect analytically, violence revenge and trauma are significant themes, one character tries to escape his life ruining feelings for the other by killing him, and it's just a great time.

Yellowjackets also has strong themes of violence and how it's a temptation, and though I wouldn't compare any of the relationships to griffguts exactly, there's an intense tragic homoerotic friendship that haunts one of the characters decades later.

Xena has a campy overpowered anti hero dressed in black leather wrestling with their inner darkness and in love with a blonde, also a flirty exes kind of relationship with a god (though that's hetero lol). Not really similar tonally and no griffguts equivalent, but it's got some similar themes wrt violence, revenge, human connection saving your soul from darkness, etc, and it's a gr8, fun show.

Black Sails has a kind of love vs revenge thing going on, as well as an attempt to overturn the social order and create a utopian kingdom. In some ways it's similar in tone as well, often pretty dark and violent, but with some very funny moments, and set in a fictionalized historical setting. No griffguts equivalent, but all these shows are extremely gay.

Movies:

Ladyhawke gets a lot of comparisons to Berserk, and may have been one of Miura's inspirations since he cited Rutger Hauer movies. Starcrossed wolf and hawk themed lovers, medieval setting, significant eclipse, it's got the vibes.

Hellraiser is one of Miura's stated inspirations iirc, and I mean yeah lol. It's the godhand as sadomasochists. Idk that there's that much in common in terms of theme, but the aesthetic is there.

Yk what? The Lost Boys. Homoerotic, campy fun, brooding teen is recruited into a gang and has sexual tension with the leader... that should count.

Star Trek: The Motion Picture starts with Spock trying to purge all his emotions after we can only assume breaking up with Kirk, and failing, and it's a parallel to a godlike being learning to love.

Okay hear me out on this one... Sweet Smell of Success is like if there was no Guts and instead the homoeroticism was between Griffith and the King, and it was set in the New York world of 50s gossip columnists, and look, I recently watched and adored this movie and I want to rec it. And hey, it's about doing fucked up shit to feed your ambition and being pretty and charming while you do it.

The Favourite is about a servant seducing and manipulating her way to power in a royal court, kind of an f!Griffith AU without a Guts if you look at it a certain way. But also it's another movie I love and want to rec based on at least one similarity lol.

Uh, Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence is about a dude wanting to fuck a hot charismatic and guilt-ridden blond guy but being too repressed to go for it? Great movie in general. Also Midnight Cowboy is about trauma induced gay repression while we're at it.

And finally, Paul Verhoeven's sci fi trifecta of Robocop, Total Recall, and Starship Troopers have virtually nothing in common with Berserk in terms of theme, character, relationships, etc. But the tone feels exactly like the Black Swordsman arc to me lol, to the point where I've always said that the only live action Hollywood adaption of Berserk I'd accept is the one Verhoeven directed in the 90s in an alternate universe. Miura was directly inspired by one of his 80s movies that I've never seen, Flesh and Blood, and yeah, I feel like you can kind of feel the inspiration.

I have other rec lists, as well as things people have recced to me often on the basis of similarities to Berserk/griffguts that I haven't checked out yet, in this tag, so I'd highly recommend browsing through it for more media suggestions. And if anyone wants to jump in with more recs for things that remind you of Berserk in some way, please do!

#ask #b #anonymous #not berserk #theme: opinion #if you only watch one black and white movie in your life and you're a fan of fucked up homoeroticism sweet smell of success #is a winning choice

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nigel-banyai · 4 months ago

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/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿INTRODUCTION (ASKS OPEN)/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

I've been here for a while and haven't made one of these posts yet, so I figured I might as well should, My asks are open to anyone, ask me questions, (or the admin), and I'll try to answer you as soon as I fuckin' can...

About me:

𐂂 Nigel Banyai | don't fuckin ask for my middle name, only 2 people know it, Han and Twitchy.

𐂂 35 years old

𐂂 Proud Romanian 🇷🇴

𐂂 I'm a gangster | Family business and all that? HMU if you want weed ;)

𐂂 I am currently single, feel free to flirt with me and I'll engage back, sweetheart~

𐂂 Don't touch what is mine and we'll be on good terms, okay?

𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙎:

╰┈➤ Cars, guns, old western films, James Bond movies, Papanași, Țuică, Tattoo's, dachshund dogs, Italy + Their food (and men), Country shit, weed and cigs, I smoke Chesterfield Reds if you want to buy me any ~ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Masterpost:

@yourtastefulcannibal

| Relationship : Complicated Lovers | CANON

Hannibal is the first person who's made Nigel have a 'gay panic' and made him back track and realize he likes men as well as women, Hannibal is the first man Nigel has EVER been attracted to besides once when he was a boy reading a magazine about cars and seeing someone, Hannibal is Nigel's psychiatrist, they have a semi rocky relationship (From Nigel's side) because Nigel tends to use a 'push and pull tactic' from his bpd, constantly withdrawing because he is scared of opening up, often missing sessions because he can't stomach seeing Hannibal, then popping back up - however he has gotten better at this and does this less frequently; Nigel sometimes will drive to Hannibal's house, park outside and watch the door because he is worried, other times he shows up wounded with cuts or bruises on him, one time even a broken bone from getting into a fight, other times it's for dinner or a meal when he skips them, as he HEAVILY likes Hannibal's cooking and will frequently ask for seconds or to take home some; Nigel obeys Hannibal's rules in his house and office and wont smoke near the buildings or inside, and will get into altercations with people if they don't listen to said rules.

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@dr-h-lecter

| Relationship : Complicated |

Nigel see's him as annoying, but also an equal in a way, Hannibal is the only person Nigel considers to be on the same level to him - and Hannibal is always trying to knock him down a few pegs, however regardless; Nigel is like a puppy - and would follow him around (sometimes) and would fucking murder someone for him, Call's him 'Han' if you see him ever say 'Han' it's about this guy, he always call's him Lecter too, Since Hannibal dislikes the nickname 'Han'

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@luke-brandon

| Relationship : Close friends |

Nigel views Luke as a close friend, Luke and him often talk, share some of the same interests despite Luke not knowing much about James Bond and his villains - Nigel cares about Luke a lot and will try his best to protect him

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@adam-raki

| Relationship : Complicated |

Nigel think's Adam is weird - and quirky, but knows Adam has autism and has tried to subtly ask Adam questions about said autism, example : 'Whats the best thing to do when someone with Autism is overstimulated' so he can learn how to help Adam, he does care about him, and tries to research Autism in his spare time.

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@mongooseundertheporch

| Relationship : Complicated-Acquaintances |

Nigel want's to be Will's friend, but is also a tiny bit intimidated by him at times, as Will is another person that is willing to knock Nigel down a few pegs, and for that Nigel is upset at times, but knows Will has good reasoning for it, and for that Nigel views Will almost as an equal - while simultaneously wanting to be his friend.

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@adm1rationofthem0ngoos3

| Relationship : Friendly |

Nigel is friendly to Matthew, he doesn't necessarily view him as someone dangerous, nor as someone he should be intimidated by, Matthew is in the middle for him.

»»————————————⍟————————————«« @ask-zephyrkane

| Relationship : Cuddle buddies / friends |

Nigel thought he liked her when he first met her, diving headfirst, he had attempted to kiss her, but recoiled as he realized he didn't like her romantically like that, and ended up making both of them awkward, he offered to buy her dinner (Non romantically and actual dinner) as an apology, and they talked under a tree afterwards while 'snuggling' (keeping warm both were stupid and didn't bring a coat) Nigel still lets her call him nicknames whatever she pleases; since he doesn't have romantic feelings for her, he even opened up one time about liking Hannibal for her advice, making her the second person to be aware of Nigel's internalized homophobia.

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@m0n5t3r-3n3rg7

| Relationship : Complicated |

Nigel views this one as a squirt (someone short or a child) and often will say it proudly, Nigel however highly respects this one's parents (m0n5t3r-3n3rg7) and therefore won't hurt him.

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@rainy-sel

| Relationship : Same as above but friendly-er |

Nigel is often MORE open to showing Sel some hugs and stuff, but will still pick on Sel as if you were his child.

If I forgot to leave anyone out let me know, I'm including anyone who has interacted with Nigel, you are also free to ask to be removed ~

➤ You're encouraged to be weird to your hearts content, ask Nigel questions if you're curious about something, flirt with him, ask for hugs, or affection, he only bites sometimes (and certain people)

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ However Flirting - as well as any sexual comments should be made by adults, as I am one, and so is Nigel and that would be rather weird, keep yourself safe guys ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I am open to

Short term - or long term roleplays with Nigel - - SFW or NSFW

Relationships (platonic, sexual, romantic) as well, or flings,

My asks will always remain open, as well as dm's for anyone, I do have discord as well~!

P.S Nigel smell's like cedar wood, musk, and bourbon, as well as cigarettes.

#introduction post #pinned post #roleplay account #character ask blog

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bookofmirth · 9 months ago

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i know this sounds silly, but i recently received my first anonymous hate message - i really don’t have much of a presence in the acotar fandom, i have a blog where i basically just reblog, have made a couple of posts but they’ve only got a few hundred likes - nothing major. and i got a really nasty message in regard to my username ( it’s related to elain and lucien ) and the things i post and it’s just so deflating. i’m just here minding my own business, have never even received an ask before now - and upon opening it, i just felt like the air was sucked out my lungs. it’s so deflating and kind of makes me want to just delete the app for a while. i just wanted to ask how you deal with this sort of thing ? ive been on tumblr for years and been involved with all different fandoms - percy jackson and hannibal and harry potter and have never had anything like this :/

Hi friend, I am so sorry that someone did that to you. It's so freaking unnecessary and rude, and until it happens to people, I really don't think they understand how horrible it feels. I have gotten super upset at messages I've received in the past, and it's easy for other people to say "oh just ignore it" but experiencing it firsthand is completely different. I totally get how different it is to see it targeted to oneself, rather than at someone else. It can definitely knock the wind out of your sails, but you can get back up! All this is to say that it absolutely does not sound silly, because I know exactly what you mean.

If I ever get messages that seem rude, I do a few things:

I don't read the whole thing. It's pretty easy to tell if someone is being a jackass, so I just delete the message right away. This is why I said messages that "seem" rude, I rarely read the whole thing haha, I roll my eyes and delete

Block the anon, since that's an option now.

I go about my day like nothing happened. I love to delete those and then answer other messages and/or reblog and imagine them refreshing my blog constantly, waiting to see they've upset me. Never gonna happen! mwaahahaha choke, bitch.

I think the most important thing to remember is that the things they have said are a reflection of them, not of you. If someone feels comfortable leaving vitriol in your inbox, then that's not someone you either want to know, or whose good opinion you want. Personally, I only care about what my friends and family think of me - and even then it's on a sliding scale. If some random on the internet who doesn't actually know me has an opinion of me, that's their problem.

If you want to dm me, feel free! Don't let them take away your enjoyment of the things you like. They aren't worth your time or attention.

#fandom wank #ask #anon #I am sending you hugs

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ankhmutes · 9 months ago

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We Love You, 1952 : M*A*S*H*

I was watching MASH and on Tumblr, aimlessly scrolling when a mutual somewhere posted something about this episode, and I posted something, and I figured I should actually WRITE something instead of babble about it. SO I did a thing. It took me a couple weeks with some last minute help from the amazing @caffiene-fueled-fuckery without this person I doubt this would have turned out as lovely as it is.

and some nice art too, I got inspired (ish) it's not my best work but I kind of like it.

No warnings, really, just mentions of war. Faint allusions of shipping Hawkeye with a variety of people, so I guess if you squint, Hawkeye could be shipped with anyone but I do fly the flag of Hawkcahy quite high.

The theme music filled the air as hundreds of thousands of households gathered in front of the television. In Eight houses, however, there was an extra air of anticipation. The station had hinted that a MASH unit was going to be interviewed, and all those households had their fingers crossed for it to be 4077th. The chatter in every house hushed, until the voice of Clete Roberts filled the room.

“Good evening. This is Korea, October 9, 1952. I’m Clete Roberts, and I am speaking to you from the recovery room of the mobile Surgical hospital, A MASH.”

Eyes moved from Clete, scanning the background for anything familiar. No one recognized any person, only bodies of nurses flitting around in the background, and drab surroundings. Clete’s voice echoed through eight households, and hearts skipped beats as he continued to speak.

“The fighting began out here two years ago, and in spite of the ongoing peace talks, an end seems nowhere in sight. This isn’t the first time we’ve been to this particular unit, but we’ve returned because of its record of efficiency, and the people who make that record are a truly unique story.

“Doctor? Could I bother you for a second? “

“Sure, set up a tray and I’ll remove the sutures, okay?” A stoop-shouldered doctor spoke, his dark hair glinting in the light and his heavy-lidded eyes ringed with dark circles. In Maine, an older man inhaled sharply, nearly choking on his cider. It had been years since he had laid eyes on his son, and the boy was before him. He saw the little boy in the tired, haggard doctor as the name flashed on the screen.

Capt. B.F. Pierce

Surgeon

Daniel chuckled as he saw his son slip the stethoscope in his pocket, knowing the boy wasn’t quite paying attention. He drank his cider slowly, savoring the sound of his boy’s voice.

“As a Practicing surgeon, how do you cope with these Unusual circumstances?” Clete spoke in his strong voice. Daniel leaned closer, his eyes unflinching as he heard his son speak.

“Well, usually I just, uh, turn my mind off and hope it’ll all go away.” Daniel let out a long sigh, watching Hakweye gaze off into the distance. He knew those rough times, especially after his wife had died which made Hawkeye retreat into himself. “That, uh, doesn’t uh, seem to work, though, so most times you just, uh…” the man shrugs, “do your job and try to forget that there’s a war going on outside the window.”

Somewhere in Hannibal, Missouri, a steel-eyed and silver-haired woman smiled gently as the camera changed from the sad-eyed boy she had read about in numerous letters, to the face she had cherished for over forty years. Her Sherman. Her heart fluttered as she saw the words on the screen, floating under her husband’s tired, tired face. She knew that face, it was the face she had seen on numerous sleepless nights, when one of the children wouldn’t go to bed, or one of those nights where he had an ornery patient. It was a face she knew that wouldn’t go away for a long while. She could see the pride in his eyes.

COL. SHERMAN POTTER

Commanding Officer

The slim man shook his head tiredly, and Mildred put her hand over her heart, almost an echo of her husband’s visage as she listened to his voice soothing her tired heart

“I’ve seen the casualty reports, and the number of wounded men that pass through here is staggering.” Clete sat across from Sherman, leaning forward in concentration. Mildred smiled with gentle sadness, knowing what her husband’s reply would be, she had heard him answer that question countless times, and his letters showed his frustration with the sheer volume of patients that had gone through their camp.

“Yeah, we’ve got enough clientele here to open a hospital.” Mildred smiled as Sherman fiddled with the nameplate, recognizing the discomfort; not with the question, but with the situation. “Makes for some long sessions in O.R. I’ve seen surgeons so tired they almost fell asleep on their patients.” Mildred leaned back in her chair, pulling a quilt closer to her as if she could feel Sherman in the chair near her, but his blanket still lay neatly folded in the seat. Her attention returned to the screen, now showing a young man that brought a bright smile to her face, recalling her husband’s latest letter inquiring about some patterns to be sent to–

CPL. M. KLINGER

Corpsman

Arabic chatter immediately quieted, as many sets of eyes were glued on the TV, the sizzling smell of sausages mingling with strong onions and the sweetness of cardamom in the air. Abdul leaned against his sister, whispering in her ear and translating the English, but everyone knew the Klinger name. It was no doubt their loved one, Max, on the screen, everyone relishing his beaming countenance.

“What’s your most difficult problem here?” Clete leaned over to Max, who was holding on to a broom, shifting slightly as he spoke, Abdul pausing to let his sister hear her son’s voice, knowing she could sense more than just words, through his voice and facial expression.

“Well, uh, for me, the toughest is getting used to doing things the army way.” Laughter broke out among the Klingers, light chatter and swatches of fabric being tossed around. “You see, back home in Toledo, when we needed something, we just stole it—-borrowed it.” Abdul shook his head and laughed, as his sister wept and put her hand on the TV, cradling her son’s face through the screen.

The Grange hall in Iowa erupted with excitement and shushing, as the bespectacled young man appeared on screen, some flashes erupting through the hall as people took photos of the TV set with the name on the screen.

CPL W. O’REILLY

Company Clerk

Uncle Ed beamed with pride, holding his sister close to him as she wept openly into a plaid handkerchief. A girl in a blue gingham dress hollered with excitement, shoving a boy next to her for a place right in front of the TV, leaning in close to hear.

“You know, back in Iowa, if you wanted somethin’ all you had to do was ask for it.” The crowd all nodded in approval. “But, I mean, wow. Over here, they got, uh, paperwork and requisitions for everything.” Grumbles broke out among the older men, reminiscing about their own experiences in the service during one of the Great Wars. Shushes filled the room as the screen changed.

Daniel Pierce chuckled as he put down his glass, putting aside his plate and tray as he leaned back in his easy chair to listen some more, his eyes immediately latching on to the lean frame of his son as he leaned on a desk in a recovery ward. Daniel recognized the kind of room, and smiled as he listened to the younger man speak. In his mind’s eye, he saw the toothy smile of Hawkeye’s, dressed in his own medical coat, trying to give the cat a medical exam.

“What do you miss the most?” Daniel wanted to swat the microphone out of the reporter’s face, but chose to sigh and lean forward, his hands on his bony knees.

“Well, just offhand I’d say, uh, uh,” Daniel frowned, he knew his son must be exhausted, but this was a new reach. “A mattress thicker than a matzo…” Daniel snorted in amusement, his smile mirroring his own son’s. “...my own bathroom with a combination lock… any woman out of any uniform.. “ Daniel rolled his eyes and smirked. “...and the entire state of maine.”

‘I miss you too, son,’ Daniel mouthed quietly as the old man who was Hawkeye’s superior appeared on screen. Daniel was grateful for a man like Sherman Potter. Hawk really needed someone to keep him in line, and Sherman didn’t seem one to take too much crap, but still give him enough room to cause chaos without hurting anyone. Too much.

Mildred remained curled up in her seat, her eyes fastened on the screen with intense concentration once Sherman came on again, burying her face in his blanket. She could swear she still smelled his aftershave.

“Well, I miss playing spoons with my wife.”

“Playing spoons? I don’t understand.” Mildred giggled loudly, blushing and feeling like a schoolgirl all over again. “You mean music?”

“No.” Sherman smiled, his hands moving up slightly. “You cuddle up together like two spoons in a drawer.” Mildred rolled her eyes ever so slightly, moving forward to get to her cup of tea. “Wait a minute. That’s a little personal. Maybe you shouldn’t use it.” Mildred put down her tea cup and put her hand to her lips, almost in consternation of Sherman’s sudden formality. She could see he was anxious, and most likely missing her. She just took more sips of her tea, her eyes drinking in every nuance of her husband.

“Whatever you say.”

“Aw, what the hell. I’m sure there are plenty of people back home who do the same thing.”

Mildred sighed as her tea cup clinked softly and she shook her head in unison, copying Sherman. She smiled as she saw the next face, the young man so youthful and sweet-looking.

Angelica shouted at the other girls to shush–her brother was on TV. She could finally see him after so long, and he looked much too skinny. She had to wonder what they were serving him over there as she shoved Martha Margaret out of her seat, almost tripping over Ruth and Naomi who were sprawled out on the floor. Angelica grinned as she saw her brother’s smile and his name flash on the screen.

1ST. LT. F. MULCAHY

Chaplain

“Father, what do you miss the most?”

Angelica watched her brother smile in his coffee cup, holding it just like their mother did. He looked too casual in his black T-shirt, but she was pleased he still wore his crucifix that she had given him before he left for Korea.

“He mustn't miss much over here, huh?” Jude asked, leaning over the back of the creaky couch. Angelica swatted him away ferociously, while the younger girls shouted at the young priest to sit down in a huff.

“Well, let’s see. I think a chapel that didn’t double as a mess tent. You see, I’m very fond of stained glass.”

“Yeah, the amount of glass windows he broke playing baseball as a boy. Da whipped his butt raw.” Angelica snickered as she leaned back, surrounded by her girls, the novicates who were the nuns-in training and the priest, to watch what her brother was writing home about. The smirk fading to a frown, she wondered if perhaps it would shed further light on his cryptic letters home.

Mrs. O’Reilly sighed with a smile as she saw her son. “What do I miss the most? My very own room.” She laughed as she nudged her brother, knowing that Walter never quite had his own room, he always had to share it with the animals he ended up bringing home.

“You’ll have to excuse my appearance, my hair hasn't seen a beauty parlor since Tokyo…Oh, thank you.” Margaret smiled, and Margaret’s parents smiled at the sight of their daughter. “What was the question?”

MAJ. M. HOULIHAN

Head Nurse

“What do you miss the most around here?”

“Around here? Well, frankly, I’d have to say a sense of order and discipline.” Margaret’s father nodded and shook his fist in the air in agreement, as Margaret’s mother huffed and smirked. She was just content to see her daughter looked all right, even if just a tad frustrated…

Screaming and hollering rang through the air as Peg called over her friends, her arms wrapped around her little girl, Erin, pointing to the TV. “That’s Daddy! See, your daddy’s on TV!” She nearly swooned as she saw her husband’s name come on the TV.

CAPT. B.J. HUNNICUTT

Surgeon

“Well, one thing I miss is my wife’s cooking.” Peg shrieked with delight and giggled, as Erin reached out to the TV, her eyes moving from the photo on the TV of BJ and Peg, then the TV. “What am I saying? Anybody’s cooking.” Peg giggled and cuddled her daughter, asking if she saw her Daddy, and kissed Erin’s chubby cheeks, wishing her husband was home already. She didn't even mind that mustache he had grown, and how long his hair had grown. She just wanted him home.

Everyone grumbled as the Truman clips rolled, wanting to see their loved ones some more, and beverages were refilled. Diapers changed, and animals fed until the sound of Clete’s voice brought them all back to their respective seats in front of the TV.

Angelica shouted with delight as she pointed out her brother in the background, behind Clete, sipping his coffee peacefully. People milled around Clete, and Angelica’s eyes watched her brother with a pang of sadness, realizing how alone he really could be, surrounded by all these people.. An island unto himself, thought Angelica as she held a pillow closer to her body, whispering at Jude to shut up so she could hear the TV.

War, like politics, makes strange bedfellows. The 4077th is a highly diverse, if not disparate group of people. And yet the war seems to have molded them into a family….. Each family member watching the special nodded almost as if in unison to Clete’s words. Their faces reflected the happiness that they held for their loved one and their companions, now able to recognize and put a face to the names they read about so frequently in the letters and heard about in phone calls, oftentimes in the background, a strange tinny sound from so far, far away.

Mildred smiled softly at her husband’s words, knowing he meant every word dearly.

“I would say, all things considered, and without overstating it, they’re just about– they’re just about– No, forget “just about” They’re the best bunch of people I’ve ever worked with in my entire life.” Each family member beamed with pride at the words from Colonel Potter.

“When you share the horror that we do day in and day out…” BJ shook his head. “You don’t just feel close, you cling to each other.” Peg frowned and held her daughter closer to her, almost afraid to wonder what horrors her husband dreamt of at night. She hoped he would dream of pretty things, such as the time they took Erin to the beach, or when they bought their house… but Peg found herself making a promise to hold onto BJ for however long he needed it when he returned. She would try to make home a safe place again…

“I hate the damn army, but I love these people.” Abdul translated for his sister, their smiles matching Max’s, so grateful he had found such wonderful friends. The section 8 had become much less of a concern, and Max’s mother found herself murmuring to Abudl that he had grown into such a wonderful young man, as she gestured to the screen, the warm scent of tobacco filling the air.

The people gathered in the Grange Hall in Iowa leaned towards each other, giving each other comfort throughout the narrative, until Radar’s face came on screen. “The way people come and go around here. You know, you just get to know one person, and he leaves, and then there’s another person.” Ed whispered to his sister, wondering what had made Walter so cynical. Most likely that CO, they had before- what was his name? Henry Blake? Ed recalled his sister had made a cake to send to that poor family in Illinois.

Margaret’s parents chuckled at their daughter’s words, holding up their respective cups of scotch and sparkling bubbly water. “Well, you have to understand, I’m regular army. Most of them are not. They’re a terribly unruly and undisciplined bunch, and I thank god for each and every one of them when those casualties roll in.”

Both of her parents smiled, saying in unison, “That’s our Margaret.”

Daniel Pierce smiled–he knew his son more than his son knew himself. He could see the honesty and shadow of denial in the young man’s eyes. “You get close to everybody in a place like this. Some more than others, of course. Uh, my bunkmate for instance, B. J. Hunnicutt. Uh, clean cut, family man, even temperament. In spite of that, I really like the guy. “ B.J. seemed more than a friend, more like a close comfort. And what was that of the Mulcahy fellow he heard about in every letter? That nice young man had dominated a number of letters home, Daniel thought with a fond smile as the young man’s face filled the screen.

Angelica’s fellow nuns nudged her, asking how come her brother looked so sweet, but was such a devil when he was a boy? Angelica laughed and shook her head, telling them she had gotten her revenge on him when she had bitten his toe.

“And then, of course, There’s Major Winchester, our newest arrival.” Angelica could tell her brother wasn’t too thrilled with Major Winchester–he had his I must not tell lies face on.. “Someone should say something nice about him. Uh… H-He’s a very good doctor.” Angelica could read into her brother’s words, recalling their mother muttering under her breath at the grocery clerk a few choice words in an almost-forgotten Irish Gaelic as she smiled the same smile that her son had put on, and Angelica was echoing a similar smile.

MAJ. C.E. WINCHESTER

Surgeon

Charles’s family murmured in delight and acknowledgement as soon as Charles filled the screen, his name bringing pride to the patriarch.

“Tell me something about the people here.” Honoria laughed from her position on the settee, nearly tipping her cup of tea. Mother scolded Honoria, while Father’s eyes darted askance, with a half-smirk on his lips in his wife’s direction.

“No, I don’t want to get into personalities, uh, here.” Honoria giggled again, this time earning a mild half-hearted flutter that couldn’t be called a swat, in her direction. “However, there are some people that I will try very hard to forget. Of course, I know I never shall. One in particular who is, you might say, well, let’s start with immature, self-righteous, arrogant, everything I abhor. For the record, the only thing that makes him marginally acceptable is his skill as a surgeon. Of course, even in there his conduct is insufferable.” Honoria asked her mother and father which one Charles was talking about, since there were so many people he complained about, and they all started debating, since there was no way any of those people they had heard about on the TV matched Charles’s ramblings. Honoria knew better, smirking at the TV as she feigned interest in her parents’ debate. She knew her brother could be fancying someone, possibly one of the roommates, she just couldn’t see Charles paired with any of the nurses–he never mentioned them….

Daniel hollered with laughter, slapping his knee. “Our head nurse is really something. Uh, Major Houlihan. Margaret. Did I mention she’s really something?” He knew his son would admire a woman just like his own mother, but he was vaguely sure his son liked both Margaret and a certain fellow….

The commercials filled the air. People got up to refresh drinks, fill plates, and use the restroom in a hurry. Chatter filled the air, asking questions about ‘the others’- They were used to hearing about BJ, Charles, Francis, Sherman, Max, Margaret– but they never had heard about the other people around that particular loved one. Daniel hummed and wondered to himself about That nice young man Francis, and the roommate B.J.-- what exactly did that name stand for? Charles’s family discussed the merits of Charles’s roommates and the head nurse, Margaret–surely she would be suited for Charles–while Honoria rolled her eyes and perused her brother’s records. Peg sipped coffee and rocked a sleepy Erin, not wanting to put down her baby, her only physical extension of BJ.

The air hushed as Clete came on the TV, his voice strong and filling the sudden void.

This is just the beginning of autumn in Korea, and there’s already a real chill in the air. Before winter even arrives, the temperatures will dip below zero, and all that after a summer of unbearable heat. If you were going to hold a war, this is probably the most brutal climate on Earth in which to do it.

“You’re five miles from the front on call 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and the O.R. Sessions must be a source of great tension. What do you do to relax?”

“Relax?”

“You get a chance to relax, don’t you?”

“To relax, I like to stay in shape, so I drink a lot. That’s uh.. That’s the really big sport here.” Daniel frowned and glanced at his own bottles, resting on top of the record player. He knew Hawkeye had been exposed to some heavy drinking, particularly around the time of his wife’s death, but Hawkeye's flippancy unnerved him mildly. He knew of the still in his son’s tent, but he was slightly nervous about how exactly his son would drink away his terrors… he didn’t want Ben to end up like his Uncle Archie, now would he…

Jude poked Angelica, who startled and turned towards the TV, blankets and pillows flying everywhere as nuns fought for a good spot to see Angelica’s handsome brother.

“Poker. I know that may sound very strange, but poker relaxes me.” Angelica shouted in indignation, Francis had taken every red cent from her and their other siblings when they played poker as children. “There’s nothing more satisfying than shearing the flock, as it were.” Angelica knew that smile– her brother was breaking rules again. “Of course, it all goes to the orphans. Well, almost all of it.” She knew of the customary tax, as it were–seventy-five percent went to Francis’s cause, and then twenty-five would go to Francis himself. Sometimes he called it a ‘finder’s fee’- Angelica called it a ‘fleecer’s fee.’

Honoria hollered at her parents, suddenly unladylike, as her brother’s visage filled the screen. Her parents paused to scold her, waiting until after Charles had made his appearance.

“Music is my sanctuary–classical. It reminds me that there is still some grace and culture left in the world.” Honoria rolled her eyes as her parents called her ‘unladylike’ and ‘unseemly for a young woman of your station, they don’t holler.’

Peg giggled and snuggled Erin, who gave a milk-drunk gurgle of contentment, baby snores wafting from the not-quite-baby, not quite-toddler in Peg’s arms. “Oh, in general, I’d say with a lot of horseplay–taking out your frustrations on other people.” Peg scoffed, knowing her husband and his practical jokes. “You know, good, clean, American fun.” She still hadn’t gotten the ink out of that dress, the victim of the last practical joke he had played on her right before he had left for Korea… But right now, she didn’t mind it one bit. It helped her smile, remembering her BJ.

Daniel Pierce rolled his eyes and cleaned up his drinks, knowing his son was definitely one of those people.. “I don’t want to lie to you. I’ve established some wonderful temporary relationships with a lot of the nurses here. I like to think of myself as a social director of the heart.” Social director, indeed, Daniel recalled the numerous phone calls he had gotten for ‘Ben’ or ‘Benji’ or ‘Benjamin’--his favorite was of a nervous young man, right before Hawkeye had left for Korea- asking for ‘Benny-”

LATEST NEWS FROM THE KOREAN FRONT: MOVIETONE NEWS

“How has being a part of all this, the war, changed you?” As Clete asked each person, each family held their breath, half-waiting to hear what their loved one would say. Letters and phone calls were one thing, but it was something else to actually see their loved one say the words….

“Very impressed now, with the…” Daniel watched Clete tower over Hawkeye at the desk, presumably in the recovery ward. “...terrible fragility of the human body and the uh…” Daniel let out a sharp breath, realizing what Hawkeye’s next word would be, “the unbelievable resiliency of the human spirit.” He could see in his mind’s eye the last time he had kissed his wife good-night, and the last time his wife had kissed their son good-night. He was fairly certain it was the same image Hawkeye was seeing.

Peg shivered, suddenly feeling a cold shiver of ice shoot through her as she watched the cold ice shoot over her husband’s visage, not wanting to see that look in his eye again. “And it’s made me…” Peg bit her lip, unable to tear her eyes away from BJ, red lipstick smearing her teeth. “Very, very angry.”

Honoria glanced askance at her parents, sitting stiffly and formally in their chairs. “It’s allowed me to work fairly closely without becoming contaminated with people of vastly divergent points of view.” Honoria smirked as she looked up from the record-sorting, seeing the truth of his words in her brother’s eyes, and the flicker of distaste in her parents’ eyes.

“I’ve learned more about myself and how much I really care about people. Um, I feel as old as I’m ever going to get.” Margaret’s mother smiled, her smile a match to Margaret’s own. “Older than I ever intended to be. And I… really can’t wait to go home.” Both parents let out small sighs of relief and agreement, wanting their daughter back safe.

“When this is over, when there’s no more reason for you to be here, what memories will you take home with you?”

“That’s easy. The face of every kid who’s come through here.” Daniel nodded and held up his coffee mug to his son’s words, he knew the feeling all too well from his own experience in 1917. He still couldn’t forget the haunted faces of the soldiers he had seen from the Ardennes.

“But there must be other things you will recall.” Daniel mouthed, ‘good luck.’ Hawkeye was always a mauldin child, oscillating wildly from one extreme to another, in-between a mere suggestion.

“I don’t know. I don’t think that you remember the bad stuff as much as you think you will. I think uh, I think I’ll never forget the day I go home. At the moment, I can’t imagine it.” Daniel took a swig of his coffee, allowing it to burn his throat on the way down, he needed the distraction from the pang of fear he felt for his son.

Honoria’s eyes snapped up at the moment she heard her brother’s voice, and her eyes widened.

“No memories. I blot it out as it happens.” Honoria shivered, recalling their younger brother and the vacant look she had seen in her brother’s eyes.

Margaret’s parents smiled fondly at their daughter. “The people here at MASH. They’re like family. No, they are family. Yes. Family.” It was hard to forget the cherished relationships between people who shared quite an adventure.

Angelica shook her head at her brother, rolling her eyes at the ceiling, knowing he was a sucker for those little fellows, never wanting anyone to go without a parent’s love. “The little Korean children. Their smiles amidst all this despair.” Angelica remembered their mother, fondly feeding the neighborhood children pies, saving scraps for the less fortunate, and practically giving away everything she’d knit to others less fortunate. Bless his soul, Francis had inherited their mother’s gentle nature, and their father’s fierce streak.

Abdul echoed Max’s words, nodding with emphasis and smiling as the dark-eyed Klingers all nodded in agreement, feeling Max’s warmth emanating from his smile, and understanding that there was happiness to be found… “All the good times. That’s what I’ll remember. I think there were three.” Abdul knew that was one of the many reasons he kept sending Max all these dresses.. Someone needed a smile out there, and seeing an hairy middle-eastern man in a dress could make anyone forget the horror surrounding them even for a moment.

Mildred smiled fondly, curling up further in her blanket, letting the steam from her tea warm her face, sipping as she watched Sherman on TV. “What these young people have–their dedication, their devotion, almost, their high spirits–has rubbed off on me. I feel ten years younger. I’m a better doctor, and most important…” Mildred couldn’t stop smiling–it was her husband on TV, and she could hear his voice as if he was right next to her. “I’m a better human being and I don’t have to remember that. It’s part of me.” She knew the man spoke gospel truth, Sherman was one of those rare men that were willing to be flexible, to learn from others, and shed his old skin every once in a while. She wouldn't have stayed with him all these years if he had still remained as stern and unyielding as he had been in their youth.

The people in the Grange Hall had left, the novelty of the programme wearing off, but Radar’s family had remained. They huddled around the television, their blankets wrapped around their shoulders and smiles on their faces as they watched Walter on the tv, relishing the sound of his voice. “One day. One very bad day.” Radar’s mother could recall that very day. “There’s people here that suffer every day. And, uh… I don’t really want to talk about this.” She knew the pain, having lost her husband and knowing the pain of watching peoples’ suffering.

Angelica blinked at the sudden change, taking in her brother’s tent, she knew it was his tent, from the desk in the background. Only Francis would drag all those books all the way to Korea and play poker with the boys, turning around and giving the winnings to the little children.

“When the doctors cut into a patient, and it’s cold, you know, the way it is now today…” Angelica remembered bundling up with Francis to run outside in the cold and was unnerved that something could be colder than Philadelphia in winter. “Steam rises from the body.” Whispers broke out around Angelica. “And the doctor will– will warm himself over the open wound. Could anyone look on that and not feel changed?” Jude whispered to Angelica, realizing now how and why Francis was such a good priest–‘he’s got a way with words, hasn’t he?’ – Angelica nodded as the image jerked slightly, her brother suddenly putting his spectacles back on. She could see the glimmer of tears still in his eyes, and the breath left Angelica’s body, for a split-second she could feel her soul leave her body and cry out at the injustice her brother was witnessing every day. Her lips parted and she merely nodded to Jude, the pain too sharp for words.

There’s no way to summarize what you’ve just seen and heard, save to say that, God willing, all these exceptional people will be going home one day. Let us hope that neither they nor any others will have to assemble for such a purpose again. Good night.

The TV clicked off. Each person drifted off in their own thoughts, finishing up their nightly routines with the spectre of their loved one next to them. Daniel locked the doors, turned out the lights, and curled up in his large bed, holding on to his wife’s pillow. Mildred washed up the dishes, listening to a recording of her and Sherman’s favorite song, humming along as she danced herself to bed. She brushed off Sherman’s half of the bed before kissing his photo and turning in for the night, composing her next letter to him in her head as she drifted off in a peaceful sleep. Abdul and Mrs. Klinger got the little ones ready for bed, chattering among themselves in Arabic, debating what outfit they should send to Max next. Margaret’s parents each laid in their own beds, in their separate households, sharing the same thought of how much they loved their daughter and how lucky they were to have her in their lives. Angelica herded all of the novice nuns to their dormitory, taking a moment to make sure Jude would behave, before locking herself into her room. She crossed herself, taking off her habit and wimple, messy dark blond hair falling about her in wild curls as she brushed through her hair. She sang to herself a childhood song she used to sing with Francis, half-praying for her brother and his companions in the 4077. Honoria sorted the records, making her way to her bedroom and falling asleep to the sound of her brother’s favorite record, putting up with the caterwauling just so she could pretend he was down the hall, being a brat and torturing her with the music. Peg had laid Erin down for the night, and was curled up in bed, wearing BJ’s pajamas. She inhaled his aftershave and talked to BJ as if he was lying next to her in the bed, the small charade allowing her to drift off to sleep.

On the other side of the world, In Korea, it was chaos. Blood painted the OR red and people glanced up for a moment, eyes on a clock.

“It’s bedtime back home.”

Murmurs about what their loved ones may be doing at that very moment drifted about, not knowing that every thought was about them, love from afar surrounding every soul in the 4077.

#mash 4077 #mashblr #mash fandom #m*a*s*h 4077 #if you squint you can ship hawkeye with anyone #colonel potter #father mulcahy #john mulcahy #hawkeye pierce #bj hunnicutt #charles emerson winchester iii #margaret houlihan #maxwell klinger #sherman potter #the interview episode with clete roberts I forget what season but it's in the later season five maybe?

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