#can you tell i’m a hannibal fan yet

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now back to my regular programming (drug dealer luke and his celestial bronze smith&wesson)

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I’ve been a political junkie since before I could vote. I remember, I was in 3rd or 4th grade, listening to the radio when my mom was driving me somewhere. A news brief comes on and it’s about George H.W. Bush and Desert Storm. When the segment ended I said, “George bush sucks!” My mom got mad at me, not because of the statement, but because of the word suck, saying, “where did you learn that word Eugene?! Do you even know what suck means?” Honestly I really didn’t, but I knew it was an insult.

I have never! Not once, bailed on my civic duty to vote since turning 18. Presidential election, midterm election, special election, local. If I was given the opportunity to voice my opinion, I was about it.

I’ve always stayed pretty informed. Sometimes, like the current moment, far too much. The whole process fascinates me. Both the campaigning and the idea behind a representative , democratic election. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not wearing a light up, goofy hat. Although I did attend a Democratic National Convention once. Not the convention itself but I saw Rage Against the Machine perform for my second time, and the DNC time was free!

My first election I voted for Al Gore. I liked him. I thought he was smart. I liked his stance on the environment. I liked that he had the experience under Clinton that he had. I will also tell you, I didn’t then, nor have I ever, repped hats, or shirts, or flags of ANY president or presidential candidate. A pin or two the day I received em, or on my backpack maybe. Never though have I walked around with my political affiliation, or my affliction to a politician on full display. There were times when it wasn’t hard to tell with long hair, patchwork pants, big beard but.

That’s what has me so perplexed, not the hair and beard thing, but the devotion. I don’t get it. It would be different if it was, I don’t know, not Donald Trump! I mean, who really is that guy?

I saw him on Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, a couple times as a kid, thought he seemed smug even then, I missed the whole Apprentice thing, didn’t even own a tv during that time. Was too busy living life. Is that where this follow derives from? I never saw one episode. I heard it wasn’t that good, nor did it have that high of ratings.

He isn’t a very elegant speaker. Go read a quote of his. When he says it, it kinda makes sense, but when you read one, it’s nothing. He says a bunch of words but he doesn’t say anything. It’s actually embarrassing that Trump quotes will forever be part of American history. Here’s an example from a rally when talking about Kamala Harris “back home to mommy. And she goes back home to mommy. ‘Was that you darlling?’ And then she gets the hell knocked out of her. Her mothers a big fan of ours. You know that, right? Her father, her mother. No, you always have that.” Mind you a couple things here. Right before this little snippet I clipped, he was talking about California and “whether you’re a Democrat, Republican, or independent this election is your chance to send a message”. Directly before, the next words are the mommy thing. It doesn’t piece together at all! Also. Kamala’s mom passed away quite a while ago from cancer. What is he even talking about!?

Now compare that to an Obama quote from 2004. “Yet even as we speak, there are those who are preparing to divide us, the spin masters and negative ad peddlers who embrace the politics of anything goes. Well, I say to them tonight, there's not a liberal America and a conservative America - there's the United States of America. There's not a black America and white America and Latino America and Asian America; there's the United States of America. The pundits like to slice-and-dice our country into Red States and Blue States; Red States for Republicans, Blue States for Democrats.”

See. It’s coherent, it has a driven message, it’s passionate. I can get behind that. Not talks about Hannibal Lecter, and electric boats. I don’t get it.

Moving forward.

Let’s talk about his presidency. What bills did he pass? There’s the massive corporate and wealthy tax cut that did very little for 98% of Americans. What else? Anybody? “Well, he built the wall and Mexico payed for it” that is false. There have been small sections built, but scattered, not even one long area. He increased the national debt by over $7.5 trillion. His policies, or lack there of with Covid caused hundreds of thousands of avoidable deaths. Those stimulus checks to keep Americans afloat are the cause of the inflation that we just now got back to normal. When he had to “print” money to give us so we could survive, the value of the dollar went down because there was more capital with no transaction, so with less value the dollar represents, the more things cost in relation to it. Economics is some weird, complicated, almost dogmatic stuff, but it kinda makes sense.

Then there’s the whole not accepting the election results thing. I’ve written and talked about over and over again. It’s exhausting! This is BY FAR the worst thing potentially ANYONE has done to America. More so than the 9/11 terror attacks, Pearl Harbor, Boston marathon, that’s a bold statement. Yet, through his narcissism not allowing him to concede to defeat, and claiming the election was rigged, it is an immensely damaging assault on the very foundation of this whole American democratic experiment. His words have sown doubt into the fabric of democracy with his baseless lies. He absolutely had the right to contest the results, do investigations, recounts, audits, and file suit with the evidence he had supporting his claims. The thing is, he had no evidence, there was no proof of any fraud because, there was none. Thats the end of the behavior that was acceptable. When all those court cases were dismissed for lack of evidence, that should have been it, but no.

All the tweets, all the interviews, all the scheming and plotting, after the court cases and recounts and whatnot, that’s sedition! Thats purposely conspiring against the United States. He knowingly pushed false information to Americans, who believed their commander in chief, and perpetrated the worst assault on our nation’s capital since the Civil War. Thats treason!!

The fact that that wasn’t the end is flabbergasting! The fact he is still in the public eye, let alone running for the seat he so immensely betrayed blows my f*cking mind!!

I don’t care about party affiliation, first and foremost we are Americans. First and foremost our allegiance is to the constitution. First and foremost we abide by the law. This sycophantic groveling to this guy is disgusting! It’s saddening. It’s unamerican.

This upcoming election will, and is saying a lot about us as Americans. The outcome will reflect who we are. I’m not sure I can say with confidence what that is. In the words of 4th grade Eugene, It sucks.

[storiesforallfandoms]

into fiction ~ hannibal (nbc)

word count: 3235

request?: yes!

“I was wondering if you could write Hannibal x gn!reader. Where the reader is a fan of the character Hannibal (TV series and/or books) and by some unknown or weird or accidental circumstance found themselves in Hannibal universe. They are confused, panicked, or even excited. Maybe the reader popped up in less than ideal situation (will it be a therapy session, in between appointments, a crime scene or something). What would be Hannibal's reaction?

I'm sorry if it isn't something you'd write. But I really enjoy your writing.”

description: when they wakes up in the world of their favorite tv show, they must try to blend in the best they can as to not draw too much suspicious attention to themselves

pairing: hannibal (nbc) characters x gender neutral!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of murder and death

masterlist (one, two)

You awoke from your sleep with a start. You were sat up in a chair in an unknown room. You didn’t remember falling asleep. Actually, you didn’t remember anything at all. Where had you been last? Were you in your bedroom? Had you fallen asleep on the couch?

Actually, this looked like neither of those rooms. It was far too big and fancy to be a room in your apartment.

“(Y/N)?”

That voice sounded familiar.

You lifted your head to find yourself sat across from none other than Hannibal Lecter.

You gasped and jumped a little. “Hannibal?”

He gave you an amused look. “Yes, that is my name. I’m sorry if our session has bored you so much you had to fall asleep.”

No, there was no way this was happening. You had to be dreaming. There is no way you are actually sat across from the most notorious fictional serial killer in history.

You moved your hand discreetly to punch yourself, hard. You stifled another gasp at the sharp pain.

He was watching you. You weren’t sure what you were doing here. You had absolutely no idea how you got here or what happened before this moment. It was like your memory had been completely wiped.

“I-I’m sorry,” you finally said, realizing he was waiting for you to speak. “I just...I guess I was tired?”

“Have you been sleeping?” he asked.

I think I’m asleep right now. “A little.”

“That’s normal after what you’ve been through. Most patients who have been in your situation tend to struggle with sleep for a long time. It may be like this for weeks, months even. If it becomes a problem, I can get in contact with your doctor about prescribing sleeping pills.”

“I...I don’t think that will be necessary.” What happened to me?

Hannibal was still watching you. You wondered if he could tell something was wrong, besides the obvious of whatever this bad thing that landed you in therapy was. He would definitely think you were insane if you started talking about him being a fictional character and how you thought none of this was real.

“You go back to work tomorrow,” he commented. “How do you feel about that?”

“Uh...it’s about time, I guess,” you responded. He raised an eyebrow at you. Shit, wrong answer. “I mean, I know I needed to be away from it, but there’s only so much time someone can be stuck at home before they get restless.”

“So you’ll be trying to return to the field?”

The field? There’s no way...

You shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s not up to me.”

“Jack told me he gave you the choice.”

Shit, there is a way.

You shrugged again. “I guess I just haven’t decided yet.”

Hannibal leaned forward. You started a little, but tried to play it off. Don’t let the cannibal know you’re afraid of him, you had to remind yourself.

“I know you want to return to work and pretend like nothing happened so you can go back to normal,” he started, “but what happened is not something that you can easily forget. That man attacked you in a position you once felt safe in, and you had to kill him. That is not something you can get over in a matter of weeks.”

What?!

Okay, this could not get any worse. So, you woke up in a fictional world where your therapist is a serial killer (but you can’t let him know you know that), you’re an FBI agent, and apparently you were attacked by a suspect that you then had to kill.

At least I don’t remember any of that.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him, although you weren’t sure if you would be.

“I’m sure you will be. Nevertheless, I want to continue with these sessions as you start to work again. Is that something you’d be interested in?”

You nodded, unable to speak.

Hannibal saw you out at the end of your session. Somehow, you knew which car in the parking lot was yours and you quickly got in, grateful to finally be on your own.

This was so much to take in. How did you get here? How were you supposed to blend in with a life you didn’t even remember? Especially when you knew the Hannibal series so well, so you knew what was likely going to happen if it hadn’t already.

You unlocked your phone and opened your GPS. Luckily, the “home” address was saved in there. You loaded up the address and drove towards the place that was supposedly your home in this world. It was still a small place, but it was definitely a lot nicer than your old apartment.

You went to your bedroom and shed yourself of your unfamiliar clothes and got into the unfamiliar bed. You were hoping to go to sleep and wake up back in your own bed and all of this would just be one big, realistic dream.

~~~~~~

You were awoken to the sound of a phone alarm. You rolled over and blindly felt around the nightstand to turn it off. It took a while for your body to fully wake up, and when you opened your eyes, you gasped.

You were still in the unfamiliar room of your Hannibal world apartment.

“No,” you whispered. “No, no, no. This cannot be real.”

You pinched yourself again, but there was still a sharp feeling of pain when you did so. It was starting to set in that whatever was happening was real, but that realization just made you feel more dread. If this was real, what did that mean for your family? Were they here too, or were you the only one pulled into this world? And if they hadn’t, did that mean you were alone in this universe?

You didn’t have enough time to delve into this existential crisis. If this was your life now, you would have to try and blend in. Maybe you could figure out how you got here.

You prepared yourself to go into work. You figured your nervousness would be mistaken for hesitance on returning after a traumatic event, which would work in your favor. You just needed to prepare yourself for any questions that may be unanswerable for now.

You surprised yourself by knowing how to get to the office without needing the GPS. You must’ve had some muscle memory despite not remembering anything else. Hopefully that meant your memories of this world would come back just as easily eventually.

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you as you entered the FBI building. You knew they were all looking at you because of the event that resulted in you having to be away from work for some time, but you couldn’t help but worry they were looking like they because they knew you were an imposter. Like maybe they sensed your unease in this world and knew that you weren’t meant to be here.

The minute you stepped out into the familiar office you had seen on TV a number of times before, you were met with a hug that caught you off guard. You stumbled slightly, trying to figure out which character was hugging you. The minute you realized it was a female, you knew exactly who it was: Beverly.

She’s not dead yet. Thank God.

You hugged her back, squeezing just a little more than you would’ve for anyone else. Knowing what Beverly’s fate had in store for her made this one a little more special to you.

“Don’t overwhelm her on her first day back, Beverly,” came another familiar voice.

You looked up to see none other than Jack Crawford approaching you. Beverly pulled away from your hug and, despite his comment to her, Jack pulled you in for one as well.

“Good to have you back, (Y/N).”

“Good to be back,” you said, and you almost believed it. You had zero recollection of this place or what kind of work you did here, but it felt good to be here. To be surrounded by characters that you loved so much, for real, instead of just watching them on a screen.

Jack pulled away from your hug and nodded for you to follow him. You gave Beverly a small smile before following Jack towards his office. He closed the door behind you and gestured for you to sit at the chair across from his desk.

“I’ve been talking to Doctor Lecter about your sessions leading up to you coming back,” he said once he had sat down at his desk.

Your brows furrowed together. “Isn’t that against doctor-patient confidentiality?”

“Only if he tells me the specifics of your sessions, which is not what I was asking him about. I wanted to know if he thinks you’re ready to be back in the field.”

“And his response?”

Jack sighed. “He thinks you need to keep up with the sessions, and he believes you may need some aid for sleeping. He said you seemed very tired and out of it yesterday.”

You shifted in your seat. “Yeah. I...I was having a...weird day to say the least.”

“I told you that when you came back, it would be your decision if you wanted to be in the field or if you wanted to wait,” Jack said. “Despite having spoken to Doctor Lecter, I am still giving you that choice. Do you think you’re ready to be back, (Y/N)?”

You knew that the answer was no. You didn’t know the first thing about being an FBI agent. If you said you weren’t ready for the field, you gave yourself an out to try and figure out more about your role here before being thrown into it. But, for some reason, you heard yourself saying to Jack, “Yes, I do.”

Jack seemed skeptical, but hearing your certainty he said, “Well, let’s go to your first crime scene back.”

~~~~~~

You tried not to seem too fidgety as you and Jack drove to the scene. You didn’t want to give yourself away, but you weren’t exactly jumping at the chance to see a murder scene, especially not one as gruesome as a Hannibal crime scene. You were squeamish watching them on TV, let alone seeing one in person.

The scene seemed relatively tame (for Hannibal standards anyways) as you pulled up: a bunch of police officers were walking around near the edge of a river, yellow tape crossing off most of the forest-like area on either side of the river so no one would trample the crime scene. One of the officers nodded to Jack as the two of you approached and held up the tape for the two of you to duck under.

Waiting for you was the one person you had been hoping to meet: Will Graham.

“Welcome back, (Y/N),” he said, giving you a subtle nod before turning to Jack. “Body was anchored down to stay at the bottom of the river. It might not have been found if it wasn’t for a hiker and her dog.”

“Are they still here?” Jack asked.

“Over talking to some police.” Will led the two of you towards the river’s edge. A black body back was at the edge of the grass, zipped tight to hide the body inside of it.

“Do we know what the cause of death was?” Jack asked.

Will shook his head. “This body has been down there long enough that whatever fish or aquatic creatures are in the pond have eaten away enough of the body to make it unrecognizable. We can’t even get an identity off of him right now until we send him to forensics.”

You braced yourself as Will reached down to the bag to unzip it, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the body that was inside. Actually, “body” was putting it too generously. What was inside the body bag was mostly bone and some muscle, with almost all of the skin having been eaten off or otherwise washed away by the water.

Your stomach lurched and you quickly turned away, covering your mouth in case you did throw up. Jack was quick to follow you, putting a soothing hand on your back.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded, but didn’t feel as though you were able to speak just yet.

“Close it up, Will,” Jack said.

“You’ve never been queasy around bodies before,” Will pointed out.

“Just do it!”

You heard the body bag zipping closed. You took a couple of deep breaths to settle your pounding heart and your weak stomach before standing up again. Even though you knew the body bag was closed, you refused to turn back around. You couldn’t face it, or Will and Jack for that matter.

“Maybe you should go back to the station,” Jack suggested.

“I’ll be fine,” you lied.

“(Y/N), as your superior I am giving you an order to go back to the station. Will and I will take care of this, you can help back at the lab with whatever data we can recover.”

You nodded and headed back to the black SUV that you and Jack had arrived in. You sat behind the wheel for a moment, taking a second to recover from what had happened by the river, before turning on the vehicle and driving away from the scene.

However, despite the orders Jack had given you, you didn’t drive back to the station. Instead, you found yourself back at Hannibal’s office. You walked in, not thinking of how Hannibal was likely with another patient, and starting banging on his office door. Luckily, when he opened it, he was alone.

“(Y/N),” he said, surprised by your appearance. “I thought you were returning to your job today.”

“I don’t remember a single thing that has happened before I woke up in your office yesterday, and I’m convinced I’m in a different universe where you and everyone in here are fictional characters and I somehow landed here as an FBI agent who killed someone.”

He looked at you for a long time before stepping aside and gesturing you into his office. No doubt he was trying to think of the phone number for the best mental asylum to send you to as he closed the door behind you and followed you in.

“Let’s start with the memory loss issue,” he said, sitting down in the same chair he was in the day before when you arrived. “You say you don’t remember anything before our session yesterday? Not even how you got here?”

You shook your head and sat across from him. “Nothing. I mean, I have some muscle memories, like I knew how to get to the FBI office today and I knew how to get here from the crime scene I just left, but other than that I don’t remember anything. I don’t remember my job, I don’t remember that attack that supposedly landed me in therapy, I don’t even remember my apartment or if my family is really my family.”

“Do you think this may have something to do with the trauma from the attack?”

You shook your head. “No, there’s no way. If that was it, I would have just that moment repressed and not my entire life before now. But it’s all gone. I can’t even tell you how I got to your office yesterday for our session or what we were talking about before I woke up.”

You started to pace around his office while he watched you. “And, besides, if it was just trauma from the attack, why would I believe that all of this is fake? Why do I think certain things are going to happen, bad things, to the people who are supposedly my colleagues, because I thought I saw them on TV already?”

“It could be that your mind is trying so hard to repress what happened that it has created a false reality that you believe to be true,” Hannibal explained. “Maybe you fell into that delusion yesterday before our session and snapped out of it while here.”

That explanation made sense, but it also terrified you even more. What was real in that case? What wasn’t? And why could you still not remember anything if you had potentially snapped out of the delusion?

“What kinds of things do you think are going to happen to your colleagues?”

You froze. How do you respond to this? What you knew all linked back to Hannibal’s secret - if that was even a real thing and not just another delusion. But if that was real, you couldn’t let him know you were onto him, unless you wanted to become his next victim.

“Beverly is killed by a serial killer,” you started, trying to be as vague as possible. “Killed and left on display for Jack to find. Will goes to prison for a murder he didn’t commit. You and Alana...” You trailed off and let out a slight chuckle, “You start a relationship.”

An amused look passes on Hannibal’s face as well. “A very imaginative mind you have. Is that all?”

You shake your head. “There’s so much more. There’s...well, there’s three seasons worth of plot I think I know about everyone.”

“And yet Beverly is still alive, Will has not been to prison, nor do I think he ever will be, and Doctor Bloom and I have a professional relationship that I do not see changing any time soon. Perhaps you are just trying to deal with the trauma you have gone through by creating these false scenarios where you are a viewer instead of partaking in the violence.”

You could feel tears starting to well up in your eyes. It was all becoming too much to think about. “Doctor Lecter, am I going crazy?”

“We do not use that type of language here,” he responded. “You are dealing with something very distressing, something that has never happened to you before and that can be very traumatic to remember. It is very likely that your brain is trying to protect yourself from those memories by repressing them and trying to come up with a safer reality for you.”

You nodded your head along to what he was saying.

“I believe we should up your sessions to twice a week so we can discuss this,” he said. “Would you be okay with that?”

You nodded again.

Just like the day before, he saw you out of his office. You were shaking and still trying to wrap your head around everything.

“Before you go,” he said, pulling your attention back to him. “Was there anything else in this fantasy version of our lives about me that you saw?”

You couldn’t tell if he was genuinely curious in an amused way, or if he was trying to get something out of you. You tried not to let your face give anything away as you shook your head.

“No. Just that you were Will’s therapist at one point, and then you and Alana started dating. That’s...that’s all I remember.”

There was a skeptical look on his face, one that made your skin crawl.

He nodded. “Just wanted to make sure there was nothing that should be discussed prior to our next session.”

As he closed the door, you felt yourself dreading that next session.

[butterbabyflapjack]

Hey again 👋

I’m not fussed but I’d be happy if you picked any one from: Ghost, Creighton, Pate, Geto or Hannibal

Very flattered and grateful that you read my ask and for your condolences, big fan of your work 🫡

♥️♥️

Here's some Creighton for you love 💕

“Have I taken your heart, after all?”

Ice eyes stare at you; cobalt blue. You see that ice gaze first, before anything. Standing tall within the dark. Glowing from the shadows of his helm. All else hidden behind his mask, guarded by steel collecting scars like those you can’t see behind it. But he cannot hide his gaze. Not from you, not from anyone. Can’t hide what lingers there, burning bright around blue edges.

This is a dream, you tell yourself. He’s not really here, crowding in around you, pulling you into him, his nearness stifling. His presence speeding your heart, making it hard to breathe.

This is a dream. That’s why you’re not afraid. That’s why you long for him.

A stupid, silly dream.

There’s a misery in his touch as he watches you, so close yet so very far away. Even through the chill of chainmail fingers, you feel it. Feel its searching, yearning for your warmth to thaw it through.

Even in a dream, you try to stumble back from him. And even in a dream, he resists you pushing him away.

His unforgiving hands take your wrists, your waist, your neck – forcing you into him, directing your gaze to his. Holding you ransom.

“You haven’t taken anything,” you insist, steeling your jaw as best you can up at him.

He watches you so closely, blue eyes passing over yours. Searching. Delving through wavering, uncertain depths.

You’re both hiding things.

“Do you hope, if you say a thing enough,” he murmurs, “that its echoes will transform a lie to truth?”

“I’m not lying.”

“You're the only one lying.”

His armored thumb skims your cheek.

“But I won’t let you leave here. Won’t allow you any semblance of peace before telling me what’s true.”

Confliction weighs your gaze as your presence shrinks beneath him. As his intensity feels to swallow you whole, consuming all your shattered pieces.

This is a dream. It doesn’t matter what you say.

This is a dream. You can lie if you’d like to.

Can he really keep you from waking should you deny him this?

You stand on tipped toes to kiss the iron of his helm; the iron where his lips would be. And the second you do, the dream falls away, consciousness finding you.

You’re alone by your fire. Embers crackling in the dark. Alone. Safe. Without him; that madman who has and will hunt you down.

Sighing, you shift upon your makeshift bed. Curling your arms about your knees as you stare into the flame. Some ghost of what relief should feel like whispering over you, to’ve merely escaped a dream. And yet you’re forced to shove aside some unraveling piece of you that longs to fall asleep again.

[ionlytalktodogs]

Sorry for the shameless self promo but I’m actually not sorry at all, here’s some quick descriptions for my fan fiction if anyone feels like they’d like some new fan fics to read.

The Art of Cooking - Literally horrible Breaking Bad x Hannibal crossover. Everyone is OOC, the plot is elaborately put together but barely explained, nothing makes sense but it’s super fun and also hilarious. Plot: Will decides he’s sick of the FBI and takes his adopted daughter and TOTALLY platonic roommate (who he sleeps with and kisses with tongue) Hannibal Lecter across the country to take a job at the DEA. Hilarity ensues. 27k words, was updating every Sunday but I just posted the finale today.

Shatter Me (And Bring Me Together Again) - Kind of my pride and joy. For once I’m actually attempting to be good at writing fan fiction? Gasp. Also tons of head canons. Will and Hannibal are T4T. You cannot tell me otherwise. There’s a lot of metaphors in this too and like...an actual message. Just you wait, shit’s gonna go off the rails in the coming chapters. Synopsis: Years after the Fall, Will and Hannibal are working as international assassins until they realize someone is trying to kill them, and Alana and Margot. The four of them have to figure out who, but can they even trust each other? 7k words uploaded but 20k words written (and yet I haven’t even gotten to the core of the plot yet lmao), updates every Monday.

We’re Conjoined, I’m Curious Whether Either of Us Can Survive Separation - Weird, probably poorly written Hannibal short stories. Wrote a lot of these while severely concussed. You can probably tell. Enjoy. 4k uploaded but 31k written. Updates when I feel like it.

You Belong to Me - First Hannibal fan fiction I ever wrote. I had just started the show a week prior and I was coping hard. Didn’t have a good handle on the show, my head canons, or anything really so it’s not consistent with the rest of my writing. Poorly written but I actually think the plot is a bit compelling when you really get into it so...idk. Wrote the entire thing in three weeks (and had not finished s3 when I wrote it but I went back and rewrote some bits after finishing s3). Plot: It’s just the plot of the show completely rewritten. 44k words, completed.

This Is Home - Batfamily one shots. Started writing this during 2020, when I was 16, because I was coping immensely with some horrible shit going on in my life. I doubt I’ll ever update it and I even privated it for a while but it’s public again by popular demand. Who knows, maybe some day I’ll update it. Or at least upload what the rest of what I wrote for it. It’s not my best work and I’m not proud of it but it brought me comfort in one of the worst times of my life so, if you feel like that’s something you need, enjoy. 4k words uploaded, 14k words written. Updates probably never but maybe someday.

Future fics to look out for:

Fugu - A Hannibal fan fiction I wrote entirely while very drunk. I have no idea what happens in it because I’m too afraid to reread it but if I ever get up the nerve then I’ll post it. My roommate read it and says it’s fantastic but I don’t trust him. 14k words, completed.

Adam - Literally just rewriting the movie Adam because I’m autistic and I felt like it could've been better but it kinda turned into a Hannibal AU. 1k words currently but I’m still working on it for whatever reason.

Meat and Bonbons - Wip name lmao. Blood and Chocolate x Hannibal...crossover? AU? God only knows. Will is a comic artist from America researching Lithuanian werewolves (Vilkacis). Hannibal is a Lithuanian werewolf. They fall in love. 5k words, I’m working on it. I’ll probably start uploading chapters when I have around 10k words.

Oh and in case you’re wondering, in total I’ve written around 140k words of Hannibal fan fiction since I was introduced to it in October. No I’m not okay.

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#5

When Will goes on a blind date that he gets stood up for he’s ready to call it quits on dating all together. It’s been only just a year from losing his ex fiancé to her ex husband and it seems like he’d be better off staying alone forever. He’s just about to pay for the coffee he’s nursed for the last hour when in walks Molly and her now husband. They notice him and before Will can run she walks over.

“Will,” she says, frowning, “I thought it would be rude for me not to say hello. Are you eating alone?”

He panics.

“Will?”

Molly’s husband is the stereotypical handsome firefighter and seeing him in the flesh is worse than he thought possible.

He doesn’t know what to say.

Which is why someone else says it for him.

He’s startled when someone pulls close out of nowhere, coming in behind him, and kisses his cheek.

“I apologize for my lateness, Beloved. Did you miss me terribly?”

Will blinks at the strange man who’s apparently pretending to be his boyfriend. “I…uh…”

The man, whose suit just screams money, holds out his hand to Molly. “Dr. Hannibal Lecter,” he purrs, “Lovely to meet you, Ms…”

Molly’s eyes are wide. “Foster. I…I’m sorry but…who are you exactly?”

Hannibal smiles at Will. “You didn’t tell her?”

He lets out a long breath and fakes a smile at Molly. “Moll, this is Hannibal. He’s my…”

“Fiancé,” Hannibal says, taking Will’s hand, “Mylimasis…have you lost your ring again?”

“I…I guess so?”

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60 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#4

Never underestimate the power of comments. I’ve had two fics I thought I’d never return to again reinvigorate me into writing over ten chapters between them in the the last month.

Always, always, ALWAYS tell a fanfic writer when you enjoy something.

It could be just what they needed.

60 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

#3

He always knew when Adam needed to lock the world away. 

It wasn’t subtle, not even a little, when his Star began to lash out. He’d close himself off, even from Nigel, and Nigel didn’t have it in him to feel rejected. Adam needed him still, he knew, and if that meant he’d give him space that was ok too. 

But sometimes Adam didn’t want space. 

Sometimes he wanted to just exist in their own little universe. 

Just them. 

So he’d cancel all his plans, and make all Adam’s favorites before he got home from work, and when Adam walked in he’d freeze. 

“Nigel?” 

“You want to show me the stars, Darling? Like you used to?” 

Adam would frown, unsure, and yet he’d put on his projector moving it to the middle of the room where Nigel had already set up dinner. They’d sit and he’d tell Nigel all his planet things - everything Nigel had heard so many times before - and when he was done he’d lay closer and closer till they were cuddling staring up at the fake night sky. 

Nigel would kiss his cheek, his forehead, and then his mouth after before Adam looked up and sighed. 

“I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.” 

“Alright, Star.” 

“I don’t want you to go either.” 

Nigel always smiled, kissed him again, and pulled the blankets up over them both. 

“I already told Darko to fuck off this week.” 

Adam would blink at him in surprise. “Why?” 

Nigel would kiss his fingers, the top of his hand, and then put it on his own cheek. “Because I know you, Star. I know when you need it to be just us two, and I’m always ready.” 

Adam would kiss him then, a gift if there ever was one, and they’d fade away into the stars. 

Over and over again.

60 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#2

Do people even like Spacedogs anymore? 

81 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

*whispers* Spacedogs Summer?

116 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

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[ultramagicalternate]

ULTRAMagic Chaos Chapter 13

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Delphine’s realm was a bewitching sight beyond comprehension. Everything except the water and air were made out of crystal or similar stones and minerals. The sky was a rich twilight and the realm was lit by towers with great flames atop them. In the distance was a gargantuan palace, standing tall above all. Any average individual would have been utterly enthralled, but not Razor. In fact, he was walking in the opposite direction.

“Nope, nope, so much nope!” he stated as he marched away.

Tusk went over and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “Razor, we haven’t even set foot into the realm yet.”

“Don’t need to to tell that place is all levels of wrong…”

“I’m not thrilled about all the fire, but we have to finish this. Don’t panic, Delphine’s subjects are too busy mining and refining gems to actually fight.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Ehh… mostly.”

Razor groaned. “That’s not exactly filling me with confidence…”

Tusk exhaled through his nose. “Tell you what: Stay by my side and if things get too hairy, Dragutin will take you back to Droomopolis? Sounds good?”

“Hum, I guess so…”

“There you go,” Tusk said with a few pats on the back. “Like I said to your dad, the arbiters have our backs.”

He nodded, then looked back towards the realm. “Where did Mizuki and the others go?”

Taking a second to look around, Tusk could not find them. “Hey! What the flip!?”

A moment later, Dragutin touched down beside them. “Adelheid appeared to grow impatient and pressed onwards. Would you like me to fly you to them?”

“No, we’ll walk,” Tusk replied. “I’m sure Raisa hasn’t allowed them to get far…”

“Tusk?”

“Yes, Razor?”

“Uh…”

“Uh what?” It then dawned on him. “She’s right behind me, isn’t she?” Razor and Dragutin nodded.

“Hi there!”

Tusk jumped back. “Jeez! Since when is Delphine’s domain stealth?”

“What are you up to, Ms. Frankenstein?” Dragutin inquired as his head moved towards her. Normally he would have fanned out his wings to ready himself for combat, but Raisa being cordial had caught his intrigue.

“You know my last name?”

“I’ve done some research.”

“Whoa… Mr. Willfort! Delphine says you’ve been here before, so she says welcome back.”

Razor was not sure what to make of that, as per usual. “Tusk?”

He nodded. “On accident, yes.”

“Ah. So Raisa, you realize Adelheid is on her way to Delphine, right?”

She laughed. “Yeah, but I put some of our sick in front of her. Aunt Delphine said she’d be too duty bound not to help them.”

Dragutin could not help but also laugh. “Well, at least they’re being treated.”

Tusk chuckled. “Well that’s a little underhanded. Alright, what’s up? There’s got to be a reason for the parley here.”

Raisa put her hands together and twiddled her thumbs. “Well aside from wanting to learn all that cool stuff you know, I think I discovered something I shouldn’t.”

The unnerved feeling Ultimatum had given Tusk was churning in his stomach again. “Ah, lovely. Well, spill the beans then…”

She looked around nervously. “I think Karnage started all of this.” Tusk looked uneasy and Razor appeared very concerned.

“I’ll believe you, but on what grounds do you make this accusation?” Dragutin questioned.

“Well on a trip to Uncle Wulfric’s realm, I went out exploring with Hannibal Skull Thrasher, one of the leaders of the Void Orcs. We saw three strangers go into Karnage’s tower. They were a German man, some arrogant lady, and this demented looking jester. Hannibal took me back to the Void Orc domain where he said he’s going to figure out how to deal with this.”

Dragutin felt his blood heat up as he coughed up sparks and embers. “If Skull Thrasher isn’t charging in all guns blazing, we should all be concerned. I’m heading back to tell Ealdhelm. Raisa, do you want to come with me? I can assure you that the arbiters will keep you safe.”

Raisa thought about it for a moment. “Let’s play things out normally, so Karnage thinks everything’s fine. Besides, I’m pretty sure Aunt Delphine will kill him if he even looks at me wrong.”

“Fair enough. Still, do not hesitate to call for help if things go south.” Dragutin took off, heading back to the city as quickly as possible.

“So now what do we do?” Razor wondered. 

“Well we do what Raisa said” Tusk pointed out. “Though, Raisa, aren’t you 6th dimensional?”

“Karnage is 7D…”

“I see. That puts you on par with some of the arbiters, but I can see why you’d be a little hesitant.”

Razor put his hand on Raisa’s shoulder. “Is she really that outmatched, Tusk?”

“Yes and no,” he answered. “Once you get to 5D, you can really start contending with the higher dimensionals. It’s not like 3D or 4D where you’ll get instantly erased from existence. Still, there is quite the gap between 6D and 7D.”

That resonated with Razor. “Wow. Can the arbiters even stand up to the Discordant Gods?”

Tusk gave Razor an unamused look and shook his head. “Razor, each arbiter is at least 6D, with Waltheof and Osbeorn being 7D, and Ealdhelm being 8D. Wulfric is also 8D, Delphine and Driskoll are 7D, and Kleitos is 6D. You tell me…”

“Good point, Tusk.” Razor felt embarrassed.

“So do you two want to go see what your friends are up to?” Raisa asked.

“Yeah,” Tusk answered. “How do you want to do this?”

Raisa giggled and pulled out a black blob from her gut. She then stretched it out like she was opening a sack. “Like this!”

Tusk and Razor were engulfed. Once inside, their eyes appeared on the outside of the sack. Raisa then slung it over her shoulder like a money bag. This was how she initially planned to handle anyone that got separated. All of it seemed to be working perfectly as cover for what she was up to, or so she thought. With her two “captives” secure, she raced off to find Adelheid.

Meanwhile, Adelheid was finishing up with the ill that Raisa had pointed out. “There, you’ll be right as rain in no time” she remarked as she gave the last patient their medicine.

Maxima was waiting outside the home as Adelheid stepped outside. “You realize you just helped your ‘enemy,’ right?”

Adelheid stuck her nose up. “As the Discordant God of Blood, I shall not let any sickness go untreated… even if it is Delphine.”

“That’s very honorable of you, Adelheid,” Mizuki complimented.

“Thank you. Now let’s press onwards.”

Before they could continue, Raisa appeared before them… shaking her rear at Adelheid. “Hey, god of Bloody Mary! Aunt Delphine says your two shakes away from being a waitress at a waffle restaurant!”

Maxima was snickering at the absurdity, but Adelheid was not having it. She held her fingers up and started shooting red lasers. Raisa dodged them with ease, teasing all the way.

“Nana nana nah-nah! Come on, Bloody Mary! You can do better than that!” Raisa taunted.

As Adelheid gritted her teeth, Mizuki noticed something odd about the sack Raisa was carrying. “Wait, is that Tusk and Razor?!”

Maxima blinked in disbelief. “What in the… Tusk, Razor? Are you two okay in there?”

“An infuriating distraction!” Adelheid declared before rising into the sky. “DELPHINE!” Adelheid shouted as she flew towards the palace.

“Adelheid!” Maxima protested as she started to follow. She then stopped. “Wait, Mizuki, let’s take care of Raisa first!”

Raisa responded by grabbing Maxima with an enlarged hand and tossing her into the air. “Nah, don’t worry about it! Mizuki and I will have a tea party!”

Maxima was confused by this, but quickly realized something was bothering Raisa. “Oh, um, sure. Are you okay, sweetie?”

“Yes, just go!” With that, Maxima flew off. Raisa turned to face Mizuki only to have a blade inches away from her nose.

“Explain. Now.”

Raisa calmly lowered the blade with her fingers, despite sweating bullets. “That’s a strange blade you have there…”

“Ame-No-Murakumo-No-Tsurugi. Now what are you up to?”

She took a breath to settle her nerves. “I need you guys to get Aunt Delphine to go to Uncle Wulfric’s realm. There’s some weird people she needs to see…”

Mizuki sheathed her sword. “What’s with the sack then?”

Raisa looked around again. “I need to keep a low profile, as I know things I shouldn’t…”

“Do you have an alibi?”

Tusk stuck his head out of the blob. “She’s on the level, Mizuki.”

Razor also stuck his head out. “Dragutin even went back to tell Ealdhelm.”

“What’s wrong then?” Mizuki asked as she took her mask off.

Raisa leaned in. “I think Karnage caused the entire conflict…” The residents of the village were stunned and began to whisper amongst themselves.

Before anything else could be said, something made the village panic. Three, ghastly, skeletal horse riders came storming into the village. Their horses neighed fiercely as they were brought to a sudden stop. The riders were black as coal, with their eyes and interiors glowing like fire. These were Karnage’s men and they were not welcome in Delphine’s realm.

“General Raisa, you are ordered to come with us or else!” the leader of the three commanded.

Mizuki readied her sword. “Who are they!?”

Raisa grabbed the oni and put her in the sack. “Karnage’s Death Riders, his elite soldiers!”

Thinking fast, Raisa had a wreckless plan. First she snapped her fingers, sending the village somewhere else. The riders were approaching, so Raisa opened her mouth, causing it to unhinge in the process. A torrent of smoke billowed out of her, beginning to glow as her body heated up. Once she was ready, she cocked her head up as a devastating laser shot out of her mouth. Raisa moved her head back and forth as the riders scrambled to get out of the path of the destruction.

Razor was stunned at the mayhem that had been caused. “Raisa, are you sure you couldn’t take on Karnage with that!?”

“I’m still working on that technique!” she replied as she fumbled for the sack and booked it out of there.

“Wait, shouldn’t Delphine know about this already?!” Mizuki questioned.

“Aunt Delphine is tolerating them due to the conflict!” Raisa answered as she ran. She then leapt up into the air to create some distance between her and the riders, who were beginning to pursue her.

“Then we definitely need to tell Delphine!” Mizuki exclaimed.

“You don’t need to tell me twice!” Raisa then got out what looked like a flip phone and dialed a number. “Hannibal, I’M IN TROUBLE!”

The Death Riders had fully recovered from Raisa’s attack and were hot on her tail. They were getting close, with others joining in on the chase. Just as Raisa heard the hoof beats catch up with her, something caught the riders off guard. A cacophony of engines roared behind them and they were gaining fast.

It was the Void Orcs, specifically an attack squadron led by Hannibal Skull Thrasher. The Void Orcs were hulking, muscular warriors with crimson skin and decked out in cobbled together armor. Their fortified vehicles rattled and shook as they rocketed across the crystal plains, but held together as flames erupted from their exhaust pipes. The Death Riders had not expected the Void Orcs and were barely able to respond to the spiked clubs and gunshots they were assaulted with.

One vehicle that appeared to be a chariot mixed with a monster truck was looking for Raisa amongst the chaos. On look out was Hannibal, a Void Orc of great musculature, a strong jaw, and the best armor out of all of his men. Driving was his wife, Brunehilde. She was fairly muscular herself with her tied back and her own armor tailored to her sensibilities.

“There she is, Brunehilde! At 12 o’clock!” Hannibal pointed out.

“I see her! Get ready, honey!”

Hannibal got out a huge, double barreled shotgun and pointed it right at the rider that was about to catch Raisa. He pulled the trigger, causing the bullets to shoot towards the rider. The pursuer stood no chance as he exploded into a mess of bones that was quickly run over by another vehicle. With that taken care of, Hannibal reached and called out to Raisa. She took his hand and was hefted into the flat bed, with Tusk and the others popping out of the sack.

“Floor it, Brunehilde!” Hannibal called out.

She happily slammed her foot on the gas pedal. “Loud and clear, dear!”

“How are you doing, kid?” Hannibal asked Raisa. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“Nah, they didn’t get a chance” Raisa answered as she collected her bearings.

“I am so confused right now!” Razor complained.

Tusk laughed. “Same. This is on par with when I met Vlastimir!”

“Hey, is that Tusk Willfort back here?!” Hannibal inquired.

“I take it my reputation precedes me?”

“Well of course it does! The whole bloody realm knows how you saved the Cosmos from that bolt-brained Lich. Pleasure to meet you!” He said as they shook hands.

Mizuki took a look at the battle raging behind them. The Void Orcs and Death Riders were fighting brutally, a spectacle truly beyond belief. “Goodness, just wait until Master Susanoo hears about this…”

Next: Chapter 14

ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)

[yaralulu]

This was like a mini interview; thank you so much for putting it together!! I really had to think for some of these questions hehe.

1. What are some of your favorite shows/movies?

Some of my favorite shows are: The Vampire Diaries, House MD, Interview with the Vampire,Greys Anatomy, Tell Me Lies, Criminal Minds and Hannibal. Lengthy list LOL.

2.What are your favourite books?

I only started reading books less than a year ago so I haven’t read much and nothing amazing really LOL. So this list is embarrassing to say the least BUT I’m working on it!! I’m a big fan of the “The Hunger Games” books, “The Serpent and the Wings of Night”, and ngl the first acotar book LOL.

3. What about movies?

I’m not huge on movies (more of a show person) but “The Hunger Games” movies have a very special place in my heart. A few of the marvel movies as well, specifically “Spider-man: No Way Home” and “Captain America and The Winter Soldier.”

4. Why is Tamcien your favourite ship over other ACOTAR ships?

Ok this this is something I can ramble about hehe. I absolutely love how complicated their relationship is and how despite everything they’re still trying to make it work. like the odds are completely against them but they refuse to let go of one another. They clearly hold so much love for each other and the amount of loyalty Lucien specifically has towards Tamlin just does something to me. I genuinely view them as two ppl who cannot exist without the other (and there’s a slightly toxic element to this which i thoroughly enjoy. SUE ME). I also love all the history they have together and how that history shows as they interact and when they talk about each other. They simply know the other person like the back of their hand. They need each other.

5. Do you ship Tamlin with other characters? What about Lucien?

I ship these two with half of the damn characters 😭. Tamsand/ Tamris/ Feylin. Elucien/ Luzriel/Lucnes. I’m a multishipper to my coreee.

6. Who are your non-ACOTAR otps?

I had to dig DEEP to remember some of these. Dazai/ Chuuya from BSD, Childe/Zhongli from Genshin Impact, Dabi/Shigaraki from MHA, Stefan/ Elena, Klaus/Caroline, Captain America/ Bucky (omg??? i’m unlocking memories), Levi/Erwin from AOT.

ok i’m done

7. What is a Tamcien premise you never got around to writing but is on your list?

Any scenario in which Tamlin shifts into a female or he shifts Lucien into a female and they have very hot sex 😄.The smut would be outrageously hot like walk with me here.

8. Which of your fics are you most fond or most proud of?

Is it naughty if I say something I’ve yet to post 🫣? bc it’s totally something I’ve yet to post but you’ll see it in two weeks time i swear!!

9. As a writer, what is something that you enjoy when reader other fics?

Good dialogue/banter!! Especially when it comes to characters like Lucien who have that sort of witty personality and comebacks. I love tension, whether it’s sexual or not. I want to be gnawing at my screen when I’m reading. Like fully giggling and kicking my feet. Or screaming and crying.

10. What is your favourite fanfic of all time? If you have many, please share them! For research...

This is my fav topic ever. I’m gonna list out the same ones I did for the tamlinweek post bc they really are my favorites!! Colors in a Dead Garden by fourteentrout (i think about this fic like 7 times a day no joke. cannot recommend it enough). Soap Bubble by SorcerySmithereens. Hedonism by A_ Chaotic_Human. A strange thing happened the night of the High Lord meeting by umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken

I feel like these will show you exactly my taste in fics fr.

11. What is a fanfic that surprised you? Why?

Am i allowed to say something that’s not tamcien or tamlin related bc…Rhysand Is The Most Handsome High Lord... by the_darkestminds takes the cake for sure. No words just read this for yourself.

12. What is your favourite NSFW dynamic? Any favourite kinks?

Everyone look away! I enjoy a clear dom/sub dynamic. Dirty talk is very sexy to me, whether it’s Praise/degradation I don’t have a preference. Bondage and exhibitionism is also very hot lol. Hair pulling, biting, light name calling. Yep.

13. Do you think you know the identity of your secret santa? hihi

GENUINELY NO CLUE. I had my guesses at first but nothing rn. I’m very very curious 🙏

14. Quick, if Tamcien adopted a pet together, what would they name it? Don't think, just name!

muffin (???? terrible name)

15. Do the same thing, but for a Tamcien baby, quick quick!

oliver (??? EVEN WORSE)

16. What about favourite anime? If you didn't name anime OTPs above, share them here too!

Ahh I love animes. Some of my favorites are: My Hero Academia , Given, Bungou Stray Dogs, Attack on Titan, Haikyuu!

17. Do you ever think of Tamlin and Lucien in lingerie?

Not until this very moment omg?? I think that’d be hot and I see the vision.

18. What's your favourite color?

Purple and pale pink!!

19. Do you have a Lucien or a Tamlin fancast?

I really don’t like thinking of them as real ppl in my head, it kinda ruins the experience for me LOL. But sam reid would be my Tamlin fancast but I honestly have never seen anyone who reminds me of Lucien.

20. Do you accept early gifts?

Ofc! I don’t mind!!

21. How willing are you to adventure with me with this gifts?

VERYYY WILLING!! I’m very excited to go through this with you.

hi @yaralulu, i made this questionnaire for u to help me with ur gift!!

What are some of your favourite shows/movies?

What are your favourite books?

What about movies?

Why is Tamcien your favourite ship over other ACOTAR ships?

Do you ship Tamlin with other characters? What about Lucien?

Who are your non-ACOTAR otps?

What is a Tamcien premise you never got around to writing but is on your list?

Which of your fics are you most fond or most proud of?

As a writer, what is something that you enjoy when reader other fics?

What is your favourite fanfic of all time? If you have many, please share them! For research...

What is a fanfic that surprised you? Why?

What is your favourite NSFW dynamic? Any favourite kinks?

Do you think you know the identity of your secret santa? hihi

Quick, if Tamcien adopted a pet together, what would they name it? Don't think, just name!

Do the same thing, but for a Tamcien baby, quick quick!

What about favourite anime? If you didn't name anime OTPs above, share them here too!

Do you ever think of Tamlin or Lucien in lingerie!

What's your favourite color?

Do you have a Lucien or a Tamlin fancast?

Do you accept early gifts?

How willing are you to adventure with me with this gift(s) :3

[starbuck]

whenever I see Black Sails fan content created before s4’s airing, I feel like I’m looking at a preserved artifact from a destroyed civilization. Pompeii mosaics and fanart made during the hiatus between seasons 3 and 4 are essentially the same thing in my mind.

[kocch]

when I say that Will being canonically gay in stranger things is the biggest proof we need for byler it’s not simply because we know he is gay and that’s it - there is context that comes from being in fandoms for something like 12 yrs or more. 

first of all, I’ve started watching ST because of people talking about will and byler on twitter (in july), as a person who barely knew anything about it (I didn’t even know mike and el were a couple, so I was super surprised they decided to make it romantic in s1 when I didn’t really feel like it would happen). 

i was a sherlock fan who shipped sherlock/john. i’ve shipped non-canon couples for a long time (fandom spaces are queer spaces a lot of times). i know what it feels like to read things from a text that could imply things - a text that could be queercoded, depending on interpretation. i know what it feels like to have fun with fanon and ship things that are potentially there, but not textually canon (like steddie or ronance, imo). it’s fun and it’s mostly harmless, until the writers decide to use it as queerbait to make their fandom stay with them for a long time because they’re rooting for their queer ship (i think supernatural is the worst example of this, as they confirmed the one-sided love and then killed the queer character and sent him to hell LMAOOO). those are milking the fandoms, knowing the strongest core of a fandom is the hardcore ones (many queers) and not the casual public.

i’m a big fan of hannibal, yuuri!! on ice and she-ra, three shows that are mostly queercoded until they aren’t (and they confirm the queer ship to be canon). i swear, people CAN tell. you can see when there is a creator and writer and team who truly wants to tell a queer story/relationship, even when they can’t show it openly (like hannibal or yoi). as a person of the community myself, i’ve been able to tell it was canon. it’s different from fans just shipping things, or queerbaiting, there is care and intention and writing and parallels and romantic framing and so many things that make you see that it is there.

(now, for byler i hope it’s different. every straight couple in ST has at least one kiss and i think byler HAS to have at least one (dramatic, passionate, show-stopping) kiss because it would be totally unfair if they don’t. they have to be totally and utterly canon)

what is different about byler and stranger things, compared to sherlock or other shows for the straights? 

it’s will being canonically gay. bbc sherlock would never do that. bbc sherlock would mock feelings. he would laugh about love. he would probably be even a bit homophobic, just for the sake of it.

and it’s not just will being canonically gay, it’s his love for mike being canon. i’m sure other people have said it, but will’s love for mike is NOT JUST A CRUSH. it’s not ridiculed. sure, it’s used to forward a straight ship (that is sinking), but the story is not finished yet and i want to believe that byler is endgame and the writing in s4 was meant to 1) leave things uncomplete and unseattled between mike and will, between lies and non-confessed feelings; and will being in the middle of a relationship that is sinking. 2) mike responding to will’s feelings of love and to no one else, not even el begging for him to say he loves her. 3) making EVERYONE AND THEIR MOTHERS feel sorry for will. cry for will. pity will. root for will. root for GAY WILL. (people who think he is straight and he loves el don’t count, those are morons) 

will’s love for mike is LOVE in capital letters. it is not a crush. it’s never treated as something to laugh about, or something like a one-sided crush like Dustin’s crush for Max or Steve’s crush for Robin, those feelings are clearly more superficial and you can see that they’re not gonna happen from miles away. will’s love is A LOVE THAT MOVES MOUNTAINS. it’s totally romantic. deeply rooted. it’s like those loves you can see between jancy or lumax or even more jopper in s4, a love that saves one another, that makes people do crazy things, a love that is inherently part of the character, that makes them FEEL and DO and LIVE and you can’t imagine them not being in love with that person. 

these writers know how to write that type of love. each canon ship they made (even s1/2 milkvan in some ways), i’ve loved it. they know what they’re doing, how to make it feel like it’s true love even without writing grand love confessions or making them kiss every other episode. it’s in THE NARRATIVE, the things the characters do and say and imply.

and even more, about byler... something i wrote in a fic i’ll never finish but imo it’s the biggest point we can take away from will’s love and confession in s4. WILL SEES MIKE. will sees mike for who he is and loves him anyways. he sees the best and worst in him and still loves him and knows him and grounds him to reality and tells Mike how he could be the best version of himself, pushing him to fight for it (you are the heart). will’s love is ancient and deep, it’s a love that we don’t even know when it started, it’s always been there, it’s always been part of will (and part of mike, because it IS MUTUAL). it’s like breathing. like the sun every morning, it’s just there. it’s not going away. it’s not even a choice, at this point, there is an helplessness in the love will feels - it’s too big and too much for him he would love to run away from it, but still he can’t deny his heart. 

and that’s why i think byler is endgame. because will is canonically gay, and he is in love, and no one is making fun of him for that. his love for mike is serious, profound, romantic, genuine. it makes you cry and root for him. it’s LOVE. the strongest of forces. and every byler scene is made with care. it’s never taken lightly, not even their fights, they always matter. there is no mocking in there. no sneer. it’s treated genuinely. almost like the creators are telling you: “look here, look at them, it matters. it matters to them and it should matter to you. there is something serious brewing here, and it is romantic love”

[charliedawn]

part of me desperately wants to tell ghost stories to the Hannibal’s but another part of me just wants to give Peter a hug because everyone is scaring him. So! Ima do both!! I just won’t tell a a scary one (yet). Movie also made popcorn so I’m gonna hand that to Kevin and we can start!

I’m a big fan of Ghost Adventures, so this is from their show. They went to Fox Hollow Farm, which was the house of a serial killer. The killer had killed himself in a ritual to come back to haunt the place. They went to the pool room, where many men were drowned. The ghosts of a victim led them outside where the bodies were buried. After a lot of walking, the GA crew was told by the ghost they were standing on his body. They think the ghost moved on after that, but the oppressive spirit of the killer stayed in the house. It broke a camera and threw something if I remember it right.

if you guys want I can tell another one, but I don’t want to scare Peter too much, which is why I didn’t get into detail here. I hope you all have a nice day :)

Peter : "...I don't like those stories."

Kevin *munching on the popcorn* : "So ? What happened to the dead guy ? Did he move on or something ?"

Morgan : "No. He is still haunting the house. I should know...I was there."

Peter : "W...What ?"

Morgan : "...Let's say. I lied about my age—just a century or two..Just so I may lure my victims between these very walls and *suddenly jumps forward towards Peter*—ATTACK !"

Peter *screams*

Kevin *bursts out laughing*

Author : "A very lovely story. May I tell one of my own ?"

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

1. do we even know how old minthe even is? or how long her and hades were together? because for all we know shes like, 28 or something and has been with him since she was 18/19 too. i just find it very unlikely persephone, hebe, and aphrodite's spawn just happen to be the only nine or so deities to be born in several hundreds of years.

2. Every time Athena is on screen I think it's Thanatos. They look identical

3. i have seen the stans excuse away the slavery with that literal excuse of "its only abled bodied shades 🙄" like??? ok?? thats still slavery??? and he brags about how much money hes made off of it?? like sorry yall cant make me go "uwu look how sweet he is" when he needs a 20 year old who was only a teen all of a week ago to tell him SLAVERY IS BAD. like??? even satan was against slavery and hes the embodiment of all things evil??? so lo hades is even worse than the actual devil??

4. apollo/hyacinthus was gaining a lot of popularity at the same time as hxp, sometimes even more so, and it even has myth canon versions where apollo is able to bring hyacinthus back to life and make them a god (which would have been a lovely way to show persephone's good nature and sway over hades) but nah, instead rachel saw what could have been a interesting thread and decided to make apollo a r//pist instead and make everything so heterosexual the leads are color coded by their genders. 😑

5. so, here’s the thing, how was demeter keeping persephone secret / isolated in the mortal realm when persephone, as a literal child, is at a party in olympus (episode 20, she’s with hera)

6. so, this comic is a retelling of the taking of persephone, but how could the other gods or whoever be calling persephone the goddess of spring already when the taking of persephone is the myth about how seasons happened like the idea is there was no concept of seasons until persephone’s taking lmao

7. Literally begging RS to make a new fan cast because Mads in is the new fantastic beasts movies looking exactly like how lo Hades is designed and I’m already seeing lo stans be like OMG ITS HIM and this already borderline transphobic series does not need to embrace an actually openly transphobic series into its fan base. Hannibal wasn’t even good 💀

8. You know I feel like the Hera and Hades Affair did not have to happen at all and replace Hera with Leuce where Hades had a tragic first love maybe where she’s just not immortal and she’s now a poplar. We can still have hades toxic trait trying to replace Leuce with Minthe but through Persephone he moves on.

OR Leuce is a poplar already hades is dating Minthe and they’re not a match. Persephone has feelings for hades but when Minthe and hades break up Persephone un treees Leuce. Leuce and Hades tried to date again but they’re no longer a match or something.

Idk I just feel like Hades and Hera, they look good but their story sucks. 

9. You know why PJO isnt as heavily critiqued as LO? It's because it never claims itself to be the most researched, scholarly piece of work ever, it's happy to admit it's just a kid series with RR always wanting to approve while the mythology shown still fairly accurate. In comparison RS fancies herself a mythology scholar (or a "folklorist" as she claims to be) yet still cant keep even basic mythology stories, characters, or even basic greek elements straight or intact. THAT'S the difference.

-----FP Spoilers/Mention-----

10. (fp spoilers) Persephone is literally the last person I want going to law school. Considering she basically intimidated a witness and put her in a vegetable state and got away with it bc no one is bringing it up again, and idc what Demeter says, her daughter DID want it covered up bc why else would she turn Minthe into a plant? This whole trial only made me hate Persephone more, especially because there's no way she'd ever be a good lawyer, considering rs is most likely going to let her get away with her aow and turning Minthe into a plant. 

[masterswrd]

Hannibal Fashion Meta Pt. 4

Now with sexy annotations.

In this installment we’re back to our favorite party vampire, my sweet Hannibal, who is a whole ass meal and always ready to please a crowd. So we’re going to be talking about his Event Looks.

Ya know, these are becoming less like metas and more like me sitting with you on your couch and pausing and pointing at the screen while I dump all this on you. But what matters most is my own happiness so here we are.

Let’s start in order with one of my favorite episodes, 1x07 Sorbet. Where we see Hannibal is a gorgeous double breasted midnight blue Brunello Cucinelli tux. It’s not bespoke, but honey if this is cashmere than this is probably $9000. If it’s wool than it’s closer to $5000 (which is what I estimate he pays for a lot of his bespoke suits).

Hannibal really isn’t the type of person to wear black, I’m pretty sure we never see him in a solid black suit. Black suits are very very formal and unless you’re at a black tie event or a funeral, a black suit is usually overkill. We know he likes to stand out. Blue is a very socially acceptable way to have some flair at a black tie event. It’s very main character of him. He’s also wearing french square cuffs on the shirt (the reason they look almost tear drop shaped around his wrists) which is why he’s wearing cuff links (you need french cuffs for cufflinks).

Hannibal doesn’t seem to wear cuff links very often. Only with tuxedos. On this evening, he pairs this with a $200 a blue silk Burberry bow tie.

Hugh Dancy used to model for Burberry and I lost an hour of work on this due to that little morsel of information.

The next even we see Hannibal at is his own dinner party later that episode. This shit is lux, baby.

This blazer is a dark dark green velvet Canali dinner jacket that I’m estimating to be around two to three thousand dollars. And hey listen. I tried so hard to edit these pics so you could see the green, but it’s the type of material in color where you’d really only see it in person. Canali is a luxury Italian brand that has a shop in Washington DC,which is probably the one Hannibal would go to in canon. There’s also a shop in Milano, Italy so Hannibal could’ve been a fan of this brand for a long time. Under the jacket we have a $600 Gucci button up. A paisley tie, not surprising with it being a staple to Hannibal’s taste, and a three-peak folded pocket square to finish off the look. King of pocket square folds. I love you.

With only one party happening in season two, Futamono is next. Now, I personally love this look but anytime people step up their formal wear with color, I go nuts.

This is a maroon velvet dinner jacket with silk lining and trim. The make is Etro, a very high end Italian fashion house that specializes in bold prints. It’s a gorgeous $1500 jacket, but I want to talk about the cravat. Cravats felt out of a fashion a long time ago (they were originally a military thing way back before aristocracy got a hold of it) and most people could NOT pull them off today. BUT that is only because people don’t modernize the look. People wear them too high on the neck and makes your whole outfit look outdated. But keeping it low to the open collar or using it to frame an open collar makes it look a million times better. This is just another example of Hannibal being a person who wears what looks good on him and not wearing things that follow certain rules. He can pull anything off it he puts his mind to it. If we wore crocs to the opera, everyone would be trying to do it the next day. He’s a trend setter and an icon.

Jumping to season 3, we have another black tie event. Everyone in the background wearing black and our man comes through with a gorgeous burgundy two-peice tuxedo. This is a unique bespoke peice by toronto based Italian master tailor, Nino Cioppa. Nino is the primary tailor for season 3 and he did a fabulous job, the talent JUMPED out. Molto bello.

The silk on the lapels are patterned and the same fabric is used to do an accent strip on the sides of the legs. Silk lapels are one trusty way you can tell between a suit and a tuxedo. Lovely lovely lovely. Not a plain tie either. It’s maroon silk with an embroidered square pattern. He’s also wearing french cuffs with mother of pearl Burberry cufflinks.

Another amazing suit in Antipasto is this baby, a beautiful chalkstripe emerald green three-piece suit. By FAR, one of my favorite outfits that he wears. Like the tux above, this is another bespoke original from Mr. Nino Cioppa.

The silk blue bowtie brings yet another pop of color. He does color matching and pattern matching very often and does it well. There’s a general rule of two that people follow where they will only wear two patterns at most having one be understated (the chalkstripe and stripes on the shirt in this case) and one being more attention drawing (the bowtie). Hannibal ignores this rule a lot and still looks amazing but this is a good example of the rule in action.

The biggest thing I want people to get out of these is that regular fancy people don’t dress like this. Hannibal Lecter is another plane of fashion. He’s avant-garde and ahead of his time. He is always wearing something fresh and showstopping. This person had to be THE TALK of the baltimore upper class. “What’s Dr. Lecter wearing?” “Who is your tailor?” “Oh my goodness, he’s stunning.” Nobody else is doing it like him and doing it so well. He dresses for the Met Gala everytime he pulls up to ANY function. Why should he be concerned out rules? Why should he be self-conscious or worried what other people think? Take his self confidence and apply it to your style. Wear that peice of clothing you bought but shoved back in your closet because you can’t bring yourself to wear it out. Hannibal will never hold back when he’s serving looks and neither should you.

In conclusion:

[ibeuchu]

Baby lawyer part II/or one-shot

Second part. Based on the beginning of season 2. Jack tries to find a lawyer for Wills case, and he turns to someone who might have an unconventional point of view. My design of the first meeting between OC and Will.

→ Part one

I tried to make it as a part of the story, but also it can be read separately as a one-shot. Any comments and ideas appreciated. Enjoy

-„You don’t look much like a lawyer”- Will slightly cocked his head to the side.

-„And you don’t look like a serial murderer yet here we are”- she replied in a rather bored tone, not bothering to look up from the papers.

Touché.

Will could sense she was used to hearing that very often. They sat in silence in the „private room” Y/n shuffling carelessly through the files. Dressed in an oversized t-shirt, with tattoos and messy hair she indeed looked like she just got out of some street fashion runway show in New York then had a meeting in Hospital for Criminally Insane.

When she arrived at Jacks office in Baltimore to say y/n was surprised is like not saying anything at all, yet she hid it very well. She always found Jack to be an experienced professional so the situation he got himself into was looking quite peculiar and unbelievable. However, she chose not to comment on that. But when he presented her the details of the case she had no other options than to gave up. Even though being such a good lawyer she wasn’t a miracle worker. The situation looked poor, and she was not going to lie about that. Y/n was skilled and intelligent, but that case was something almost impossible to win for the most experienced lawyers, not to mention her just starting her profession. She wanted to go back to New York as fast as she could considering the fact that there was nothing she could do in that case, but Jack made her promise she will at least take a closer look on the situation. She may not represent Will in the court, but she could come out with new ideas. Not to mention Y/n was not too pleased about that, she was a girl who kept her promises.

Finally, she closed the file and looked the men straight in the eye. Quite a peculiar person he seemed to be. There were a lot of terms she could use to describe him. Weird, unstable, withdrawn… but psychotic and dangerous? Well, her work allowed her to encounter a lot of people who looked absolutely different outside from what was hiding inside their minds. There was not a single chance y/n will let to be fooled by someone’s image. Not going to lie though, she must have acknowledged that Will Graham was truly a good-looking man even in his prison suit and messy hair. She wanted to be done with this as fast as possible, so she decided to go straight to the point.

-„Did you kill these people?”- she lightly touched the tip of her nose.

-„You’re really straightforward, aren’t you”- Will was a bit amused with the lack of any reserve from the girl. He was rather used to people acting highly wary towards him. With the moment she entered the room he found her pretty interesting, yet he couldn’t really grasp what made her like this. Very young, with unordinary appearance, he could sense she was not from here, that it was not her natural habitat.

-„Are you my new lawyer?” - suddenly he started to wonder what was she doing here, with him. She wasn't sent from the court nor did she seem to be from FBI.

-„God forbid.”- y/n muttered barely auditable but Will heard it clearly. He raised and eyebrow and smirked.

-„They just wanted me to have a look at your case. Jack thinks I may be able to come up with something new.”- she shrugged lightly. Her tone suggested she didn’t really believe in that.

-„And you don’t think so?”- He smiled at her. A nice smile.

-„You know best what it looks like”- y/n turned her gaze to the barred window -„and it looks really”- she put an impact on that -„bad.”

Will was very aware of that.

-„I’m only doing it out of respect for Jack. I don’t take lost cases.”

-„So I am a lost case”- Will chuckled under his breath his eyes dropping to his handcuffs.

Y/n’s thoughts wandered off for a moment. Evidence pointed right at the man sitting in front of her. There was no place for speculation. But since she’s already here she may try to bring on some better defence line, than the one suggested by a woman named Alana Bloom. An attempt to prove insanity instead of dismissing the charges. She wasn't a fan of that idea. It wasn’t her style not to fight but to make compromises. Y/n didn’t exactly know why, and honestly she really did not have a need to know, why jack found this guy so important to him personally. But since he did, y/n was going to try her best to do it for him.

-„Depends”- she shifted her eyes back to the man -„if you did it.”

Will raised his eyes and held her gaze for a moment then leaned slightly forward and put on his most genuine and trustworthy tone he could manage to bring out right now.

-„I didn’t kill these people.”- he said very slowly and very seriously in a low voice.

Y/n stared at him for a second. Of course, he was said to be a manipulative sociopath, only she couldn’t get rid of the feeling that he was telling the truth. Either way, she nodded and grabbed her papers. That girl had an emotionless face mastered to perfection. Not knowing if she believed in what he just said, Will wondered what was her goal. It was widely known that he didn’t confess to these killings. He repeated it like a mantra. Maybe she wanted to hear it from him? Or was she hoping he's going to confess, and it will be over quickly? He wanted to know more about this young woman.

-„Will you stop by anytime soon miss Y/N?”

-„If I figure out how to make your case less lost”- she gave him the one last glance before showing the guard to open the door -„then maybe.”

She stood up and made her way to the door. Will followed her with his eyes. Somehow he felt hope that she may eventually believe him or at least don’t write him off so fast. The thought there may be someone at his side brought out a strange, comforting feeling. He observed carefully her every move. There was something in her that prevented her from blending in the crowd. He studied the details of her face, of her moves, her attitude. There was something intriguing about her. But he knew that if he saw it, Hannibal will see it too.

„And Y/N…”

She stopped mid-door and turned her side profile to him.

„Stay away from Hannibal Lecter.”

[ultrahpfan5blog]

Retrospective Review: Casino Royale (2006)

So after thinking about it, I figured that with No Time to Die coming out soon, the Craig Bond era Bond movies deserve a post per film. Casino Royale is the film that got me into Bond. I had seen some of the Brosnan films by then, but they didn't really stick to me much. Perhaps also because I was reasonably young when the Brosnan films came out. But Casino Royale came out during my teen years, where I was starting to get into more dark and gritty movies. To me, this movie and Batman Begins, are cut from the same cloth. Both rebooting characters that had gotten too campy in previous iterations, both brilliant origin stories, and both grounded in reality and gritty. Its no wonder that both version of these characters ended up being my favorite versions. Casino Royale is still easily my favorite Bond film to date.

Truthfully, to me this film is near perfection as an action-thriller. For classic Bond fans who have grown up with the franchise and want specific things like Moneypenny and Q and various gadgets, this film may not be as endearing because it very specifically goes away from being gadget heavy and doesn't give Bond a support staff other than Mathis. I think the most high tech thing in the movie was a portable defibrillator. But this film had me from the very beginning in the black and white sequence and how it showed Bond's two kills to become 007 and how it reimagined the classic opening shot of Bond shooting and the blood red soaking over the screen. I just new we were in for something special from the very beginning. What's amazing is the pacing of this film. This was the longest Bond film since OHMSS at the time. I have watched all prior Bond films and I have felt restless at times while watching them, but not when watching Casino Royale. There is constantly something happening and it keeps you engaged. Not once was I bored in the movie.

The action in the film is absolutely high class. I think its the best Bond action that I have seen. The most classic scene of course is the incredible Parkour chase. Its incredibly exhilarating and major kudos to the guy who did the stunts for the bomb maker. You also get a real understanding of what a brute force this Bond is. While the Bomb maker chooses to jump through the window, Bond will burst through the wall. The Bomb maker will climb construction rods, Bond will just drive a bulldozer and destroy the construction and climb up. When the bomb maker throws the gun at him, Bond just catches it and throws it right back. Little things like that give Bond a personality that is different. But this is only the first great action sequence. There is the Miami airport truck sequence that is also brilliant. You have to love the smug smile on Bond's face when the bomber accidentally blows himself up. There is the staircase fight which is brutal and visceral. Then there is final fight scene in Venice which is emotional and tragic and is the true making of Bond. In between it all, there is the Poker game which is surprisingly entertaining given it takes up quite a chunk of time. There are also some incredibly tense sequences which are laced with humor, like the Bond poisoning scene where Bond almost gets killed and then returns with a classic one liner to leave Le Chiffre dumbfounded. There is the torture scene which is hilarious because of how Bond reacts to the torture and eggs him on in a way. The film never lets up in the action and the thrills.

An enormous part of the success of the film is the casting of Mads Mikkelson as Le Chiffre. I had not known Mads from anywhere before this, but he is immediately compelling and enigmatic. More importantly, rather than just being an all powerful villain to foil, he feels like a human. The tearing blood is a great, sinister gimmick, but you feel like he is on the edge when he loses money in the stock market due to Bond. You feel his desperation in some of the Poker scenes, as well as when the african fighters find him at the hotel, and then when he is torturing Bond to find the location of the money. I am not sure whether I like him more than Bardem's Silva or not, but its telling that the best Bond movies of Craig's era have the best villains. This film put him on the map for me and I loved him as Hannibal, saw him Dr. Strange, and I want see how he does as Grindelwald in the next Fantastic Beasts movie.

However, what elevates this film beyond any prior Bond movie is the casting of Eva Green as Vesper Lynd. She is the best Bond girl ever put to film and the romance between her and Bond is one of the most heartfelt and tragic romances that I have seen. The chemistry between the two actors/characters is electric from their very first scene in the train. The film gives them everything. There are deeply intimate scenes between the two which are not remotely sexual such as the tender shower scene where Bond comforts Vesper after the stairwell fight, many instances of witty repartee, scenes of romance, and then the bitter tragedy of her betrayal and her death. Even her death scene is picturized in a way where you really feel the connection as you can tell that Vesper can't bear to live with what she's done. The film doesn't flinch when showing her drown so it engulfs the audience in the same horror and sadness that Bond is feeling. In general, you experience the same emotions as Bond does as you can't help but fall in love with Vesper and just at the point of happily ever after, it all turns to ash. Its a phenomenal character arc and it also does a great job of establishing how Bond became so cold. Its a fantastic performance from Eva Green, and yet another instance of an actor who put herself on the map in my eyes.

And then there is the man himself. Yet another actor who I knew very little about. At that point everyone thought Craig wasn't good looking enough, not tall enough, not charismatic enough etc... to play Bond. But boy did he just blow expectations away. He is my Bond for sure because his performance is just exceptional in every way. He is built like a tank and is a force of nature, but Craig brings a tender vulnerability, perfectly suited for a young Bond. He looks dapper, is charismatic, is great in the fight scenes, and you genuinely feel he could beat the crap out of people. As I have already mentioned, there are so many touches to his performance that is unique to him. The brutality he brings in the fight scenes, the smirk at the end of the Miami scene, the heartfelt tenderness in the shower scene, the twinkly eyes humor, the rage when he is betrayed, the devastation at Vesper's death, and then the coldness that comes after that. He gets to show a full range, and he delivers every aspect with perfection.

One of the major carryovers from Brosnan era, was Jud Dench as M. And she gets a lot more to do during the Craig era. She is phenomenal as she always is. The dynamic between her and Bond is slightly more stern maternal in the Craig era compared to Brosnan and their interactions are great. Jeffrey Wright brings Felix Leiter back into the fold for the first time since License to Kill and he's a welcome presence as always. Giancarlo Giannini is also pretty great as Mathis and I'm glad he came back in QoS. Jesper Christensen has a quiet presence as Mr. White, who makes recurring appearances in the future.

I feel not enough people give Martin Cambell credit for what he has done. Twice he has launched Bonds successfully. GoldenEye was really good and Casino Royale is just outstanding. I have never paid much attention to the Bond song but the song for Casino Royale is pretty great. Again its telling that the two songs that I remember from Bond movies are from Casino Royale and Skyfall. Anyways, Casino Royale is a near perfect movie, especially for someone who is new to Bond. It really launched Bond into the modern world and got him away from the cold war era type plots. If I had to quibble about something, I would say some of the scenes in the Bahamas are a little slower and maybe 5-10 minutes can be edited down but even those scenes are great character scenes and we get a new origin of the DB5. A 9.5/10 for me.

[theichabbieclub]

Slashers (or something) reacting to their s/o singing a song from Positions (Ariana Grande)

TW: Implied smut, slight NSFW

Michael Myers (six-thirty)

You were washing the dishes as you started to sing.

"I know I be on some bullshit. Know I be driving you crazy."

Was the first thing Michael heard. Well, he thought this song was accurate af. He loves you. You did drive him crazy a lot.

He didn't let his presence be known until he heard you sing

" So come here and give me so kisses. You know I'm very delicious."

He was all over you instantly, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder, heading directly to the bedroom.

Michael could careless about the soapy suds and water splashing into the floor.

Jason Voorhees (west side)

You basked in the warmth that cascaded from the fireplace. You sat on the soft rug in the living, right in front of the fireplace.

It was cold outside, snowing hard as Jason prepared lunch for the two of you.

Chicken noodle soup. You could almost taste it. The warm broth and the seasoned chicken.

You smiled as you began to sing softly, your fingers brushed lightly against the smooth but soft frabic of the rug.

"I don't wanna think too much. I just wanna feel. You know that it ain't no rush. Let me keep it real."

You sat with Jason in the living room, with a folding table in front of you. You allowed the soup to bring warmth to your body.

You sang as you laid your head on his chest.

He really enjoyed your voice. You stopped to eat a few bites but didn't continue afterwards.

Jason tapped your throat with his index finger ever so gently.

You got the indication that he liked your voice. A smirk spread across your lips and you started singing again.

"Just let me be in your life, like that. In your life like that. I'll bring the life right back. I'll bring the life right back."

Candyman (pov)

You sat in your car, your hands feeling the heat that flowed from the vents. Your eyes looked at the golden sky. It looked so pretty.

You started off a humming and that slowly turned into singing you heart.

You sat back as you sung.

Your window was down slightly and you didn't even notice Daniel.

"You know me better than I do. Can't seem to keep nothing from you. How you touch my soul from the outside? Permeate my ego and my pride."

He smiled but decided not disrupt you, not yet anyway.

Daniel sighed silently in content, listening to your heavenly voice.

"I wanna love me. The way that you love me. For all of my pretty and all of my ugly too. I'd love to see me from your point of view."

He walked around your car and you finally noticed him, smiling as he appeared in your passenger side of your car.

You wrapped your arm around his arm and laid your head on his shoulder, snuggling close to him as the two of you took in the sight of a stunning sunset.

Thomas Hewitt (nasty) (implied smut) (female reader in this one, sorry)

He had been in a mood all fucking day and night. Thomas had went into the basement to blow off stream and you had gotten increasingly horny

You had decided to record and send a cover of a song to Thomas.

Maybe that would get him out of that rut.

"Got me all up in my feels. In all kinds of ways. I be tryna wait but lately I just wanna keep it real." You sang, biting your lip as you made eye contact with the camera.

"No more playin' safe. Let's take it all the way. I'm just saying I just wanna make time for you. Swear it's just right for you. Like this pus*y designed for you." You arched your back as you continued to sing.

You finished the song and stopped recording before sending it to Thomas' phone.

You heard fast and hurried footsteps getting louder and louder. You mentally prepared yourself for him.

Hannibal Lecter (TV) (just like magic)

This was the first time that Hannibal had heard you sing.

"Heard it's tricky at the top. Gotta keep slim ego for a thick wallet. Losing friends left and right. But I just send them love and light."

Your voice was so heavenly as you wrote in your notebook, your pen gliding effortlessly across the page.

Hannibal knew that you were a bit self conscious about your singing.

Sooner or later, he was going to help you be more comfortable about your singing.

But for right now, he just stayed out of sight, sighing as your smooth but soft voice.

"Good karma, my aesthetic. Keep my conscience clear. That's why I'm so magnetic. Manifest it. I finesse it. Take my pen and write some love letters to heaven."

Dracula (aka: @thecount-dracula ) (positions)

Whenever you think he's not around, he is. Yeah good luck being alone.

You had started on a recipe for some bread an hour ago and now you were covered in flour, flecks of it on your skin.

You sighed at the flour covering every surface in your kitchen. This is going to be a bitch to clean but you didn't really care. You had the week off.

You sang quietly to yourself as you cooked.

"Heaven, sent you to me."

You stopped singing and jumped slightly as you heard Dracula's voice.

"Heaven? Are you certain about that, Y/N?"

You choked on a laugh as you continued to prepare your bread.

Bubba Sawyer (reader has long hair, just a warning) (my hair)

You were cuddling with Bubba, the soft sound of the fan filled the vicinity of the room. There was currently a thunderstorm happening outside and the two of you had finished your share of chores earlier in the day before the storm.

You pulled away and slightly pulled at the the ponytail that your long locks were in and soon enough your hair had fell down your back.

You noticed Bubba eyeing your hair and you smiled.

"I'mma give you some instructions that you can't be scared to try. I want you to touch it softly like the way you do my mind." You sang softly.

Bubba glanced at your hair, his eyes diverting to you. Confusion flashed in his expressive eyes.

"It got body and it's smooth to touch. The same way as my skin. Don't you be scared.. to run your hands through my hair."

His fingers ran slowly and gently through your hair as he pulled you closer to him.

Bo Sinclair (obvious) (1st time writing for Bo. You've been warned)

You had your headphones in as you sang, scrolling down your twitter as you were extremely bored.

Everything was fucking spotless.

Bo smirked when he had came home from work, and heard your voice.

"Ooh. Hard to think when I'm under you. Tell you all of my dirty truths..."

He was in the room in 0.6 seconds flat. Had you not had your headphones in, he would've scared the shit out of you.

"This what you sing when I'm away, doll?" He came into your line of vision as you laid on your bed.

Your cheeks became warm with embarrassment.

God, this was going to be a long night.

Brahms Heelshire (love language)

You danced around, in just your underwear and an oversized sweatshirt.

Brahms heard you singing some quite provocative lyrics and he was rushing to get to you.

"Been a minute since I had something so sweeeeet."

You smiled as the song continued. It was so catchy.

"If you're gon' keep speaking my love language, you can talk your shit all night."

Brahms finally made it to you and he instantly pulled your body to his chest. You squealed slightly.

"That's the- B-Brahms." You moaned out as he attacked your skin with soft but quick kisses.

It wasn't long before he was leading you to the bedroom.

Damn, you didn't even get to finish your dance party.