#chesapeake decorator

[fymikeness]

Traditional Home Office in Atlanta Mid-sized elegant freestanding desk carpeted and brown floor study room photo with brown walls and no fireplace

[emvidal]

The 18th-century estate was seated on 40 acres along a secluded tributary of Chesapeake Bay that still housed an original Georgian Colonial structure.

[dolicekiss]

Hello there,

If ur still taking Hannibal requests, could you potentially do a yandete Hannibal x reader (one-shot or headcanon it doesn't really matter) where the reader is an author who recently just came put with a new novel that got alot of popularity.

The reason it intrigued Hannibal so much is that the antagonist of the novel is based off the Chesapeake Ripper. Feeling flattered, Hannibal goes to one of her book signings, where he finds her absolutely captivating in person. What extents would this man do to get her attention?

♡: can i just say how descriptive some of y'all are with this.. this is literally book worthy 😭 also let me know if you want another part :[

Blood Ink

PAIRING: Yandere!Hannibal Lecter X Author!reader

CONTENT WARNING: dark hannibal, implied stalking, murder, mention of dead body, yandere behavior, unhinged hannibal, breaking in, leaving creepy little notes, obsessed hannibal

SYNOPSIS: Your book had gained immense popularity and you were quite the talk of the city, showing up in every article and news but capturing Hannibal Lecter’s attention was the worst thing ever, especially when you'd written an antagonist based off the Chesapeake ripper. Hannibal was flattered and in awe of how to I described him and his curiosity grew but so did his infatuation with you when he saw you.

Hannibal was flattered.

Completely amused by how you wrote depiction of him, how well you understood him despite never crossing paths.

Your abundance of understanding when it came to the mind of the killer was not only something he swooned over but how beautifully you wrote down all his murders impressed him, like they were pieces of art. It nearly worked to arouse him in a sense he craved to see you.

They were art, indeed.

Hannibal saw it that way, he saw beauty where most people saw something monstrous, something atrocious. You understood that and Hannibal had to meet you.

You'd written a book about him, a well written — descriptive book, showing off your skills of a true writer. A fan of literature he was and you had caught yourself the worst kind of attention.

The Chesapeake Ripper’s.

He had to meet you, had to see who this woman was who'd written such gruesome details about his murders. The book also included some fictional content, such as the Chesapeake Ripper committing crimes he'd never committed in the real world.

But Hannibal knew you'd included that only to add depth to him, to help the readers understand the beautiful cruelty of Hannibal Lecter.

After spending multiple hours on the internet and reading tabloids about you, watching your interviews, reading articles regarding your personal life and your work life, Hannibal finally made the decision to visit you at one of your book signings.

Your book was controversial, as many people accused you of using a serial killer as an antagonist in your book, giving him a rise in fame but it was never mentioned the book was about the Chesapeake Ripper at all. Only the antagonist had been based off him.

Hannibal was restless, so he grabbed his coat and left for your book signing which took place at a well known book store, in Baltimore too.

You were so close to him.

This had to be fate playing its game.

When Hannibal entered into the crowded book store, there you were. A huge smile decorated your features as you moved your lips to engage in a conversation with one of your fans. Hair up in a neat french bun, only a few strands framing your face — nails freshly done and sharp, resting against your soft beautifully sculpted face.

You were absolutely breathtaking.

Hannibal had seen your picture but the electronic devices did no justice to your beauty.

Hannibal felt his heart give birth to a foreign sensation, spreading through his chest and mixing in with the veins in his body. The copper and the darkness becoming one. He was completely captivated by the mere sight of you and he hadn't even introduced himself yet.

You let out a cheery laugh, nodding your head at the person in front of you before lowering your gaze, fingers holding a marker tightly to sign on the first page of your book. Hannibal analyzed closely, how swiftly your fingers moved and how beautiful they were.

He, for a split moment, imagined them decorated on a plate with vegetables.

Hannibal inhaled a deep breath, a futile attempt to regain his composure that he was beginning to lose control over at the mere sight of you.

You were a sweetheart, from how you interacted with your fans and how full of life you seemed. Deep inside his heart he hoped that you were just the same on the inside too.

Hand clasped around your book, he walked into the line. Awaiting for the people in front of him to get their books signed. He was a patient man but right now, his restlessness almost made him want to crush through the people and get to you.

Finally when his turn arrived, Hannibal slid the book over to you on the beige table. You greeted him with that gleaming smile of yours, bright enough to light up the whole room and the darkness which had bloomed in his chest when he was only a little boy.

Hannibal wasn't aware that catching a whiff of you would consume him like this but here he was, struggling to keep himself from tipping over the edge. Your scent reminded him of flowers, a fluorescent garden with bright sun rays cascading down upon it. Giving it light and life. Growing drunk on it.

His nostrils flared, inhaling more of the sweet perfume you'd adorned yourself with like some obsessed puppy. God, he was fucking dizzy over how sugary you smelled and the man couldn't get enough of it. Like old restored wine, he craved to drown you down and savor you against his tongue.

“Beautiful writing skills you've got.” Hannibal complimented with a gentle smile. Your cheeks heated up, switching to a shade of rosette.

Your eyes sparkled. “Thank you. I guess you could say I put my soul into writing this book.”

Well you just dug yourself a deeper hole than you were in before by saying that. Hannibal’s heart fluttered at your words. You'd invested your soul into writing about him, him only and that fact made him feel like he was on cloud nine.

His smile lines deepened, watching as you reached for the book and flipped it open. Fingers tightly enveloping the marker between them, you scribbled your signature on the white paper along with your initials.

“You must have a really beautiful soul then.” Hannibal said and you swallowed. His politeness and his charm worked in mysterious ways to pull you towards him but Hannibal knew just by approaching you as a fan — which he was, wouldn't really work.

He had to do more to gain your attention, your full focus.

You slid his book back over to him and Hannibal nodded, picking it up. “It was a pleasure seeing you in person. Do you mind if I ask you a question, miss?”

You raised a brow but then slowly nodded.

Hannibal’s lips curved up. “Do you believe that the Chesapeake Ripper might read this book one day?”

Your brows furrowed. Hannibal’s question was peculiarly interesting, different than the questions others had for you. Fans excited to know about the inspiration behind the book, some aching to know where you'd come up with the sinister plot. But none like this.

Hannibal’s question had crossed your mind on multiple occasions.

“Maybe but if he does, I would be interested in knowing his opinion on the book.” You responded truthfully.

That was all Hannibal needed. He stared at you, with a longing foreign to you and then he nodded. You watched him walk out of the book store as your gaze clung to him. Something inside you told you this wouldn't be the first time you'd see this man.

You shook your head and signed the rest of the books, answering all the curious questions about your books and then leaving when the event had ended. It had gotten late and you swung your leather bag over your shoulder, heels clicking against the road when you crossed it to head to your car.

The night was dark and quiet — peace tainting spreading to corner, only the sound of crickets chatting could be heard along with the clicking of your pencil heels echoing in the vast space.

Before you could enter your car, a piece of paper stuck to the front glass of your car caught your attention. With a bemused expression on your face, you reached for it and ripped the sticky note off the glass.

As your gaze ran over the content of it, your hands began to tremble.

An absolute beauty you are. You have captured my mind, heart and soul with your enthralling words. Be careful, my Dearest.

You blinked, head immediately snapping up and gaze flickering all over the area you were in. Hoping you'd find someone who left this note but you were all alone, a deep silence greeting you. Panic filled you but your brain provided you with some reassurance.

A note left by a fan.

Maybe an admirer of your writing.

That had to be it.

Of course that was it. You released a nervous laugh, shaking your head. “Calm down, it's probably nothing.”

You took the note in your hand and got into your car, twisting the key into ignition and driving off to your house. On your way home, your mind kept repeating the words written in beautiful calligraphy over the paper. The twists of each letter — as if love had been poured into it.

You let out a breath, hoping that along with the run rising tomorrow you'd forget about this.

You preferred solitude and peace, not fond of the city so the area you lived in was quitw distant and overall stayed underneath complete silence. Cold breeze caressed your face as you drove by and when you finally reached home, you stepped out of the car with the intention to hit the bed.

Your arm throbbed from the amount of books you'd signed but you loved it. You loved writing down your thoughts, different plot lines. Invention of different characters was your coping mechanism.

You didn't know that when the next day you'd wake up, a horrible news would be awaiting you.

— ♡ —

Morning came by a flash.

You weren't typically cheerful but you weren't also grumpy either. An optimist was what you called yourself. You always looked forward to new days, trying to carry a positive mindset with you in life.

Coffee and pancakes was your go to breakfast.

Once you'd prepared it, you sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Flipping through the channels while sipping onto your delicious, hot piping coffee which eased the prickling sensation caused by the shivering cold.

But then you stopped.

Eyes widening in horror over the news that flashed before you.

“The Chesapeake Ripper strikes again, taking another victim under his hold. This time it is an unidentified man in his thirties who was found dead last night in a forest. The FBI claims it was the Chesapeake Ripper who put up quite the show of the body.”

You blinked profusely.

The Ripper had stopped killing, quite for some time now. So why was he killing again? You were bemused but you didn't let it get to your head. A disturbing emotion seeped into your chest, anxiety spreading and you lost your appetite.

You decided it'd be best to go under the radar for now, as you'd written about the man.

There was a knock on the door and your panicked gaze switched to it. Placing your mug down, you stood up and walked to unlock the door. It revealed an FBI agent, also known as Will Graham. You'd come across tabloids about the compassionate empath who often helped with catching the murderers.

“Yes?”

Will raised his hand and you noticed he was holding your book. “You wrote this book?”

You nodded your head, an apprehensive feeling being born. “I did. Why?”

Will Graham invited himself in, gaze analyzing your home in scrutiny. You were taken aback by his behavior but still didn't say a word, as he was an FBI agent, a murder had been committed by the Chesapeake Ripper and he was holding your book.

“I'm sure you're aware of the murder that took place last night.” You couldn't understand what that had to do with you but you still heard him out, waiting for him to continue.

“Let's say our killer was heavily inspired by your book. Do you have anything to say about that?”

Your lips parted in confusion, brows furrowed as you were left flummoxed by the man's words. It's true you'd taken inspiration from the Chesapeake Ripper but that was all there was to it. There was no way someone had taken what you'd written to heart.

You took a step back. “I don't get this, agent Graham. What do you exactly mean by inspired?”

“I've read the book, miss. There are a few murder scenes which are fictional, never committed by the Chesapeake Ripper.” He explained, holding out printed parts of your own book. You slowly took them and then you were handed the photographs from the murder scene.

As your gaze swiped over it, your jaw dropped.

No way.

There was no way.

“No.” You whispered.

Exactly what you'd written, what you'd described, how you described it and even imagined it when you wrote it down. It was the same, a carbon copy like you yourself had committed the crime. You yourself had decorated the fucking set up.

You pressed a hand over your chest, feeling nauseous.

“Since they were fictional, the killer took it upon himself to bring them to life. Manifest them into reality, miss.” Your breathing grew uneven. A pang of guilt blossoming in your ribcage when your eyes glided over the dead body wrapped in dreadful vines, decorated with flowers.

Lily of the valley and Belladona.

Poisonous but beautiful flowers they were.

Your chest tightened.

Will noticed the raw fear and uncomfort spread on your face. It was exactly the same as what you'd written. Every detail, every touch, every little item was perfectly presented in the way you'd imagined it to be when you wrote it down. When you took hint of the body, your face became more flustered.

Exactly from the description of your book.

Blonde, male, short height and lean frame.

Just exactly the way you'd written him down and you looked at Will. “O-Organs. Is he missing a liver?”

Will nodded and that made you sick to your damn stomach.

Someone was out there — probably the Chesapeake Ripper and he had read your book.

This was a message.

To tell you he'd read your book.

Your fingers trembled and their grasp loosened over the pieces of paper, as well as the photographs. Falling to the floor.

Will kneeled down to gather them and then stood back on his feet.

“I-I don't know. I h-have no idea why he's doing this.” You stumbled over your words, palm pressing into your chest as your forehead became sweaty.

You were a mess.

“Calm down, please.” Will said, to reassure you. You could sense a panic attack knocking at the doors of your brain, struggling to breathe.

But you tried to calm yourself down. You weren't responsible for this as much as you felt like it. The fucking crime scene looked like you'd committed it, no wonder the FBI had come knocking on your damn door. This was going to sabotage you but at least they were aware someone else was doing the kills.

That calmed you down a little.

But you were still on edge. Taken aback from the abrupt change brought in one night.

“Am I a suspect?” You asked and Will shook his head. That relieved you a little.

After Will was done asking you some questions regarding the book and if there was anyone who you had shared the contents of it before the book was released, he left and you were all alone.

The scenes where the antagonist committed the fictional murders were completely out of your imagination. All thought about under the dark night and the glimmering stars.

You went to the kitchen to fetch yourself a glass of water and the cold water worked sufficiently to hydrate your parched mouth and throat.

You went into your room to grab your laptop, in hopes that you might find something on the internet. Leaning down, you tried to pick it up from your bed but stalled. A piece of paper capturing your attention. Folded neatly underneath your pillow.

Your breath hitched.

It was eerily similar to the paper that was stuck to your glass.

Heart beat picking up and hands beginning to shake, you reached for the paper and picked it up. As you unfolded it with bated breaths, your eyes widened.

Same hand writing, different words.

No amount of words were capable enough to describe the fear that you felt in that very moment when your gaze captured and read each and every word.

I hope you like what I prepared for you, my Dearest. There is more to come, please cherish and appreciate my gifts for you.

Tears stung your eyes vision blurry. You thought that was it but no. There was more, in the lower corner of the paper. You squinted your eyes and what you read next made you drop the note.

I must say, you are a gorgeous sight when you sleep.

[evan-collins90]

Regal Cinemas FunScape - Jarmin Road, Chesapeake, VA (1990s)

"Walking into the Toy Box transforms the ordinary child and parent into a participant. The Crayon Storage Unit, Supersize Scribble Pad Memo Board, Thematic Artist Palette Table, and Paint Jar Seats, Coral Reef Decor for Interactive Seas are products designed to create interactive opportunities for children and parents. The "Interactive Seas Bubble Column" archway and "Gamemania" archway define key attractions in the play area. These archways, with their vibrant colors and miniature game parts, initiate visitors to find new adventures within the FunScape complex."

Designed by Interior Systems, Inc. (ISI)

Scanned from 'Great Store Design 2' (1996)

[potatowithahat]

A Gift

A hannigram fic

Hannibal decided to get will a small gift for valintines

A Gift- nothing more, nothing less

This was too far. Hannibal had gone too far this time.

        “February 14th, 2014, 8:05 P.M. Will Graham speaking on behalf of the Federal Bureau of investigation. Start tape. Body was found at Sugarloaf Vineyard outside of Winchester, Maryland”

        Jack Crawford gestured for Will to come forward.

        “Another victim of the Chesapeake ripper?” Jack asked, gesturing to the body lying in the makeshift bed of roses Set deep within the thousand rows of grapes.

        The body was that of a young man. He had brown, curly hair that moved ever so slightly in the brease of the Vineyard, swaying as if to a gentle melody.

His hair had been cut short to emulate Will’s, most likely post mortem if the ringlets encircling his head had anything to say of it. There was a crown of thorns on his head, The spines digging into that line Will knew all too well.

        He reached up to touch the almost invisible scar on his own forehead.

        “Most likely” Will said, lifting the tarp to examine the rest of the body.

        He made a mental note to remind the interns not to disturb his crime scene.

        Not that he could certainly see why they had decided to cover it up.

The scene was… gruesome, to say the least. The man was splayed open, much like that of an autopsy cadaver, his guts scooped out and rearranged into a.. Scene?

        His pancreas was laid out like a twisted dinner table in the hollow center of the man. His third and fourth ribs had been carved and propped up to look like tiny people, plated made out of the lungs alveoli set out in front of them. In the center of the ‘table’ lies another bone figure, this time in the shape of a small girl, her ‘Head’ lying on one of the plates. The rest of the organs were laid around like grotesque party decorations. His small intestine was draped over the open carcass like party streamers, swaying in the breeze and making a sickening, squelching noise as it brushed against the other viscera. There were small dove feathers tied together with the man's vocal cords to replace the missing ribs, splattered with the blood dripping out of the surrounding muscles.

        The man's body had been meticulously dissected and rearranged into a macabre display. It was… a work of art, really. Each piece was delicately cut and placed with such precision that it had to have taken hours to cultivate. It was a gift. A gift hand-made and crafted specifically for him.

        “It’s disgusting” Jack chimed in from beside him, snapping Will out of his stupor.

        “...It's ostentatious” Will mumbles as one of the assistants camera flashes, forever immortalizing the scene.

        Hannibal would expect him to come home with a copy of that photo. He knew it.

        “The killer… He's showing off. Trying to impress someone” Will knew he had to tread lightly here.

        “Makes sense to leave it on Valentines then” Beverly chimes in as she leans forward to get some sort of sample

        “Trying to impress someone I'd do it today too. Only if they were another killer though" Jack gives Will a look.

        Will had to have great reticency to stop himself from saying something too revealing then

        “I’m sure” He mumbled, looking at the body once more

        “Hearts missing” Will looks around the group “Anyone find it?”

The silence after his question was practicaly deffining

        Will knew what he'd be having for dinner then.

        Will let out a sigh “How’d he die?”

Beverly looked up from where she was swabbing “Poison” she nodded to the man's face “Staining around the mouth. Classic silver poisoning”

        She stands up fully and points to his neck “There's evidence of strangulation too, but it's innocuous. His windpipe wasn’t crushed, so there was no damage other then the bruising”

        “Someones like Will then” Price chuckled and elbows Will in the side

        “What i do in my own home is none of your concern” Will frowns and walks around to the other side of the corpse “ and you three should know best that me and Hannibal don’t do that stuff” he repudiated “not all gay people are like that”

        Price snorts “I call bullshit. You can’t deny it forever”

        Jack shot Price a look “We’re not here to debate personal lives Jimmy. This is a death investigation, not brunch”

        There's a soft murmuring from the rest of the groop

        “That's what I thought” Jack looks up at Beverly “How long has he been out here?”

        “No longer then a day” beverly pokes at the man’s cheek “Though he’s been preserved somehow”

        Will frowns at that “How was he out here so long?”

        Beverly looks around “my guess is the vines obscured the body. And the smell was masked by the grape blossoms.

        Of course it was. His husband always knew what he was doing. Will looks around “He's smart” he steps back from the body as he feels a buzz in his pocket “He knows what he’s doing. Most likely another chesapeake ripper case”

        Will turns away from the groop, much to the chagrin of Jack

         Will sighs as he puts his phone to his ear “Yes hanni?”

        He can practically hear the smile on Hannibals face, his strange accent thicker than ever “Did you like my Gift, ma colombe?”

        Why was this his life?

 “I'll see you at home hannibal” Will lets out a long sigh

“Oh good” Hannibal says quickly “I’m making Shepards pie. Picked up some nice pigs hearts from the butcher earlier”

“Im sure you did" Will sighs

Thank you so much for reading!!!

I am one hundred percent greatfull for every single person who takes the time to read the things I write!

This was actually written for an English assignment! So if some of the wording seems a bit off thats why.

I am also always open for any fic idea's/ requests!!! I absolutely adore getting them and write them as quickly as possible

As always if you enjoyed i have plenty more here on my tumblr and bacon over on my Ao3!

[willgrahamscock]

hanniballs :3 was rly tired writing, sorry for mistakes and all of the OOC 😔

Hannibal sighed and looked at his meat racks, he had used up the last of his supply cooking a dinner for Will last night. He only regretted it slightly, as he didn't like having to hunt in the morning; it was uncivilized to get up so early in his opinion. He supposed the act of sharing with Will, making their stomachs come together as one was worth it.

Cracking the fingers of his giga-chad hands, he went up his stairs focused on one thing, the hunger in his stomach.

Hannibal's eyes searched through his Patrick-Batemen-Esque collection of business cards until he spotted the perfect one. 'Gabriel Sullivan', his nose crinkled in disgust, he remembered Mr. Sullivan oh too well.

The memories flashed of an intoxcicated Gabriel bumping into Hannibal at a gym (Hannibal was on the grind only at 2am). Gabriel had reached his hand onto Hannibal's shoulder and pulled him in close.

He was revolted just thinking about the vile words Mr. Sullivan had slurred out, "Heyyyyy soy-boy," Sullivan had hiccuped loudly, "do you want to hear about my new crypto-currency?"

As if the Hannibal Lecter would ever drink soy miilk instead of human blood!

Shaking his head slightly, Hannibal was returned back to reality, or at least, his version of reality. As he was sitting down in his car, he quickly put on his favorite song and his one inspirtion in life, Cannibal by Ke$ha. She was such a girlboss.

The speedometer was whirring alarmingly fastl, Hannibal glanced over and saw he was going 72 miles over the speed limit, oh well. Live Laugh Love.

Not long after, he had arrived at Gabriel Sullivans house, it was suprisingly well decorated, or at the least the outside was, for a man who put his trust into crypto.

He debated how he was going to do this, would he knock on the door and pretend to be a girl scout? Sneak in the windows with the positivly delightful curtains?

Before Hannibal could continue on with his musing, the door to the house was slammed opened.

How rude, not giving him enough time to prepare. It didn't matter though.

Stepping out of the car which Will had adornned with fishing equipment, Hannibal assumed the guise of a old man who was severly sick.

Almost immediantly, he was yelled at, "Who the fuck are you old twat? Get the hell of my property or I'm calling the cops!"

Mr. Sullivan has just now chosen the hard way.

Feeling the wood of his knife's handle, Hannibal coldly slide it into his hand, not caring if Gabriel saw it, there were benifiets to not living near other people, but no one being able to hear screams wasn't one, at least not for Mr. Sullivan.

He speedwalked as fast as a girlie could, managing to get close enough to jab into the pig's stomach, puncutering the pancreas. The glassy brown eyes stared at him, and he stared back, smirking slightly when the injured blinked.

Hannibal began smoothly, "Tell me, do you have one redaimable quality? Any cooking supplies? Blink for yes. This will go much better for you if you answer."

He of course meant better in the sense of taste, however Sullivan didn't need to know that yet.

Water welled up in Gabriel's eyes, but he managed to blink, hoping to save his life.

"Good. That will make this go much quicker then." Hannibal said right before snapping the other man's neck.

"Now to get to work..." It was as if time had suddenly sped up, or an author had work early tomorrow morning and realized they should have spent less time writing the set up and more time learning how to describe cooking.

First, Hannibal moved the body inside the house, for easier access to the meat. He was ready to cook a scrumdiddlyumptious meal, one historians would talk about for centerius if they found out.

The meal was... human balls!

The deilcacy wasn't one he often got to try, for the FBI would surely be suspicious if all the victims of the Chesapeake Ripper had gottern nuetared.

He hummed to the beat of Vivaldi's four seasons, whilst he carefully used his pocketknife to cut off the man's balls induvidially. After he managed to get them in a fairly circular shape (as was required for the recipe he was using), Hannibal raided Sullivan's food stores, grabbing almond flour, two eggs, and the rich people spices / herbs he had brought from home.

Making quick work, it didn't take that long to find a pot that he would be boiling his wonderful creation in.

You may be wondering what exactly he was cooking, well, you know how most people had meatballs as a side with their pasta? Hannibal liked to mix his food together.

Anyways, actually making the noodles took about twenty minutes, which was pretty good considering he'd never had balls cooked like this before, but there's a first time for eveything.

He grasped the two balls, dipped them in extra virgin olive oil, then scuptled the noodles onto it, making the ball's resemble his and Will Graham's faces. Once he was finally satisfied with his work, 30 more minutes had passed and he was growing hungrier by the second.

Putting water into the pot from earlier, he also dumped amounts of Saffron, Kaffir Lime Leaves, Long Pepper, Mahleb, and Black Cumin Seed inside, combining them to make a lovely concoction of all different flavors, enhancing that of the balls.

The water boiled quickly and he delicately put the ball faces in, not daring to ruin one of their designs, if Hannibal wasn't so hungry, he would have painted them with food dye as well.

Exactly ten minutes later, Will Graham showed up, wondering why Hannibal had texted him to come to such an ugly looking house. He sighed once he saw the blood drops on the front porch, he wasn't in the mood for human today, but it seems he would have to eat some.

"Ah, I see you've arived just one time. The act of procreation is one of the most intimate one can have, and yet the place where we can do it is the most painful. Perhaps God is gloating at us once more, for daring to continue after we left his garden. Tell me Will, would you leave the saftey of God's garden? Or continue to live in someone else's shadow, never being your own self?"

Will stared behind Hannibals shoulder, "Dr. Lecter, why are there noodle circles of our faces." Before Hannibal could answer he did his his leap and continued, "And what did you do with the dead man?"

The pychartrist tutted, "I though you would have been smarter Will. Those are his balls, so unfortanute of the poor man that they had to be cut off. I must admit I was curious what would happen if we ate the thing used to make another, but if it where shaped in our own image."

"I have one question Hannibal, who will be eating who?" Will smirked as he said this because hes silly like that.

"Oh Will, what is life but not the consumption of others?" Hannibals lip slightly moved upwards.

Will and Hannibal sat oppisite eachother at an unfamilar table, with tension thick in the air, they began to eat.

The food was so good the both them had transfered into cat's! And if there's one thing cat's do with dead bodies, it's eat them. So nothing really changed except Hannibal's person suit would cost more and Will has more a reason to hunt fish.

I never thought I’d be reading the most raw line

“The act of procreation is one of the most intimate one can have, and yet the place where we can do it is the most painful. Perhaps God is gloating at us once more, for daring to continue after we left his garden. Tell me Will, would you leave the saftey of God's garden? Or continue to live in someone else's shadow, never being your own self?"

In a crack fic about eating ballsacks.

[dertaglichedan]

Mystery Drones Swarmed a U.S. Military Base for 17 Days. The Pentagon Is Stumped.

https://archive.is/2024.10.13-130553/https://www.wsj.com/politics/national-security/drones-military-pentagon-defense-331871f4#selection-2179.0-2179.81

U.S. Air Force Gen. Mark Kelly wasn’t sure what to make of reports that a suspicious fleet of unidentified aircraft had been flying over Langley Air Force Base on Virginia’s shoreline.

Kelly, a decorated senior commander at the base, got on a squadron rooftop to see for himself. He joined a handful of other officers responsible for a clutch of the nation’s most advanced jet fighters, including F-22 Raptors. 

For several nights, military personnel had reported a mysterious breach of restricted airspace over a stretch of land that has one of the largest concentrations of national-security facilities in the U.S. The show usually starts 45 minutes to an hour after sunset, another senior leader told Kelly.

The first drone arrived shortly. Kelly, a career fighter pilot, estimated it was roughly 20 feet long and flying at more than 100 miles an hour, at an altitude of roughly 3,000 to 4,000 feet. Other drones followed, one by one, sounding in the distance like a parade of lawn mowers.

The drones headed south, across Chesapeake Bay, toward Norfolk, Va., and over an area that includes the home base for the Navy’s SEAL Team Six and Naval Station Norfolk, the world’s largest naval port.

VanHerck, who led the military response to the Chinese balloon, ordered jet fighters and other aircraft to fly close enough to glean clues from the drones. He recommended that Defense Secretary Lloyd Austin authorize a full menu of electronic eavesdropping and spycraft to learn more, though the Pentagon is limited in what it can do on U.S. soil.

“If there are unknown objects within North America,” VanHerck said, the job is “to go out and identify them.” 

Solving that mystery, even for the world’s pre-eminent superpower, proved easier said than done. Local police were among the first to try.

For two nights, starting on Dec. 6, Hampton, Va., officers chased the drones, by patrol car and on foot, relaying momentary sightings along with information from Langley over police radios: One was seen in the area of Marshall Street or Gosnold’s Hope Park.

Three more appeared to land but returned to the air before officers could reach them. Another looked like it landed offshore. Police finally gave up.

Gen. Kelly, now retired, said the Pentagon was stumped, too.

What would the U.S. do, he asked, “if this happens over the National Mall?”

[nancypullen]

Fabulous Friday

Today was a fantastic day.  My sister came to town. We have so much fun together, we laugh ourselves silly, and we just get each other.  Gosh, that’s good for my soul.  We tried to take selfie.

Our hair is telling you that it was a rainy day.  The McGlaughn girl hair is more reliable than doppler radar.  My Twinkie colored hair (half yellow, half white) is the bane of my existence, but I’m determined to see it through. I’m a granny, don’t judge me.  Look at my lovely sister. She’s always had flawless skin, ringlets, and an adventurous soul.  She’s what you’d call a once-in-a-lifetime woman. Unsinkable. Anywayyyy, today has apparently been all about FOOD.  I feel like I never want to eat again.  We had lunch at Earth Tones Cafe and gobbled up their Chesapeake Artichoke Bagel. It’s an open-faced toasted bagel topped with a mixture of artichoke hearts, spinach, cream cheese, mozzarella, parm, red pepper flakes, and Old Bay seasoning.  Holy Cow.  Earth Tones is a vegan cafe but this did not feel like a healthy choice....delicious, yes, but probably not on the American Heart Associations recommended list.  We made a couple of stops around town and our final stop was Craft Bakery because Mickey had asked me to bring him one of their maple-vanilla lattes.  Well, who goes into a bakery and just buys coffee? Not this girl. Two toffee bars, two blackout cookies, and one brown sugar and cinnamon pop-tart later, we left.  I tell myself that I only buy baked goods as decor.  I love having a few things under this cake dome, just because it’s pretty.

That doesn’t explain why there’s a blackout cookie missing.  I won’t touch the toffee bars or the pop-tart but those deep chocolate cookies with a sprinkle of sea salt....they call to me. I wish she’d stop making  them.  My thighs can’t take it.   That said, my thighs walked me right up the steps to the Culinary Arts  Center to collect the bowl I painted a couple of weeks ago.  I’d participated in a fundraiser by paying to paint a bowl, and part of the price included a container of soup from Shore Gourmet when I picked up my bowl.  The bowls had been fired and I ran by to get mine.  My bowl turned out okay (I didn’t have enough time!) but I’m very pleased with the soup I chose.  Perfect for these chilly, wet days.

YUM! After the tasty lunch and that chocolate cookie, I figured I’d better make a veggie heavy dinner.  Taco bowls with cauliflower rice!  My stovetop was busy. Black beans simmered with onion, salt, cumin, a couple splashes of hot sauce, and a little water, cauliflower rice in a skillet sautéing with a sprinkle of salt and a blast of chili powder (fresh cilantro would is perfect in this, but I didn’t have any handy), and another skillet with lean ground turkey seasoned with all the taco spices.

Add some veggies and it’s a tasty bowl!

This is one of my favorite quick dinners - full of flavor and checks most boxes for a healthy dinner meal.  Bonus, there’s usually enough left for lunch. Thankfully, tomorrow morning we’re scheduled for a guided hike (more of a walk) at the arboretum. Always informational, but mostly I need to log some steps (and eat some salads).  I’m hoping that all of the laughing today counts as an ab workout.  If only.  If that counted as a workout I’d be thin as a rail with washboard abs.  I laugh a lot but those blackout cookies don’t care. That’s it, my wonderful Friday - time with my sister and too much food. I’m a lucky duck.  I hope that your Friday has been good for your soul.  If not, I hope the weekend fills the gap.  If all else fails, eat a cookie. Sending out some love tonight. Take what you need.

Stay safe, stay well.

Nancy  

[katesthio]

NAME : Hannibal Augustus Lukas Lecter

ALIAS : Hannibal the Cannibal, The Chesapeake Ripper, The Copycat Killer, Roman Fell, Il Mostro di Firenze

AGE : 31 - 50 (Depends on Verse)

DATE OF BIRTH : December 1933

SIGN : Capricorn

BUILD : Stocky yet Built

ETHNICITY : White

GENDER : Genderfluid, Masculine Presenting (He/Him occasionally likes They/Them)

ORIENTATION : Pansexual with Masculine Heavy Lean, Romantic Attraction Only to Males

RELIGION : Catholic Atheist

OCCUPATION : Surgeon, Chef, Psychiatrist, Curator

LOCATION : Verse Dependent

RELATIONS : Count Lecter(Father - Deceased), Simonetta Lecter(Mother - Deceased), Mischa Lecter(Sister - Deceased), Lady Murasaski(Aunt - Alive), Robert/Robertus Lecter(Uncle - Alive)

HOBBIES : Cooking, Reading, Psychiatry, Light Gardening, Decorating, Bar Tending, Floral Arrangement, Painting, Writing, Hypnosis

LIKES : Human Hearts & Kidneys, Interior Design, Collecting Books, Working, Artisanal Foods, the Kitchen, Three Piece Suits, Hosting

DISLIKES : Rude People, Uncleanliness, Betrayal

FAVORITE SONG : Can’t Hurry Love - The Supremes

FAVORITE FOOD : Rack or Leg of Lamb with Yogurt sauce, potatoes and greens.

FAVORITE DRINK : Chianti / Red Wine

FAVORITE MOVIE : ( Not terribly fond of movies )

FAVORITE SHOW : ( Okay maybe it’s television )

[oliviawilson7536]

The Art of Collecting Antique Decoys

Antique decoys hold a special place in the world of collectibles, bridging the gap between art and function. Originally crafted to lure waterfowl during hunting seasons, these handcrafted items have now evolved into sought-after collectibles. Their charm lies not only in their history but also in their craftsmanship, each piece telling a story of its own. Today, decoys have moved from the fields and waters into homes and collections worldwide, where they are appreciated for their beauty, rarity, and cultural significance. For those looking to explore this unique niche, platforms like Bidsquare offer a vast array of antique decoys, giving collectors a chance to own a piece of history.

The History of Antique Decoys

Decoys have been used for centuries by hunters to attract waterfowl like ducks and geese. Early decoys were hand-carved from wood and painted with detailed accuracy to mimic real birds. Skilled craftsmen focused on both their visual appeal and durability, which has made these decoys highly sought after by collectors. By the late 19th and early 20th centuries, decoy-making became recognized as an art form, especially in regions like Chesapeake Bay and the Great Lakes. As hunting declined, decoys transitioned from practical tools to collectible folk art, valued for their craftsmanship and history.

Why Collect Antique Decoys?

Collectors are drawn to antique decoys for their craftsmanship, historical value, and rarity. Each decoy reflects the era and skill of its maker, with unique features like detailed carvings and brushstrokes that set it apart from mass-produced items. Their connection to regional waterfowl hunting traditions adds cultural significance, making them more than just decorative pieces. Platforms like Bidsquare offer a range of decoys from different species and regions, allowing collectors to find pieces that reflect both artistry and heritage.

Recognizing Quality and Rarity

Understanding the factors that contribute to the value of antique decoys is crucial for collectors. Key elements include rarity, condition, maker, and provenance. Decoys in excellent condition with intact original paint are especially sought after, while pieces made by renowned carvers like Elmer Crowell and Charles Perdew command higher prices due to their historical significance. New collectors should familiarize themselves with different makers and styles and explore online auctions on trusted platforms like Bidsquare to compare pieces and make informed purchases.

Preserving and Displaying Antique Decoys

Proper care is vital for maintaining the value of antique decoys, which are often made of wood and painted with natural pigments susceptible to wear. Keeping them in a controlled environment away from direct sunlight and humidity helps preserve their integrity. Many collectors opt to display their decoys in cabinets or on shelves to protect them from dust and handling. If restoration is needed, it's crucial to consult a professional conservator, as improper restoration can diminish a decoy's value.

Conclusion

Antique decoys are much more than hunting tools of the past; they are cultural artifacts that capture the essence of a different time. For collectors, they offer a fascinating intersection of history, artistry, and regional heritage. Whether you’re an experienced collector or just starting, platforms like Bidsquare provide a trusted marketplace to explore and acquire these beautiful pieces through antique auctions. With a little research and a keen eye, collecting antique decoys can be a rewarding endeavor, offering both aesthetic pleasure and a deep connection to American folk art tradition.

[jackipoostuff]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Small Kpelie Mask Wall Hanging , Home Decor, African Art, Vintage African Mask.

[captain-lonagan]

should jack have suspected hannibal was a serial killer that intended to convert dear will to his worldview? no that's nuts. hannibal has a decade long alibi, a thriving social life, embarrassing home decor choices, and a character voucher from alana bloom.

should jack have let will graham (failed at least 1 psychiatric evaluation for fieldwork, hasn't been anywhere Near the field in years, is visibly shaking and sweating and popping aspirin like a 2nd grader with unlimited access to orange-flavored tic tacs) continue carrying a firearm and working around dead bodies? Absolutely Not. He Should Know Better Than That.

i do love the character jack crawford and think its wild and delightful how much he ignores his subordinates' wellbeing in the name of catching the chesapeake ripper, i also just love pointing and laughing at how nuts it is to be like "yeah this guy whose shivering like an anxious purse dog is fine to catch a red eye to minnesota and receive prophetic visions of a disembowlment at the Super 8". walmart manager behavior.

[eveultralounge]

Charm in Miniature: Maryland's Top Micro Wedding Destinations

Micro weddings have become increasingly popular in recent years, offering couples an intimate and personalized alternative to traditional large-scale celebrations. maryland micro weddings venue, known for its picturesque landscapes, historic charm, and diverse array of venues, provides an ideal backdrop for couples seeking a smaller, more intimate wedding experience. From scenic waterfront locations to historic estates and charming urban venues, Maryland offers a plethora of options for couples looking to exchange vows in an intimate setting.

Scenic Waterfront Locations:

Maryland boasts a stunning coastline along the Chesapeake Bay, providing couples with a variety of scenic waterfront venues for their micro wedding. Whether overlooking the bay or nestled along a tranquil river, these venues offer breathtaking views and a serene ambiance for couples and their guests.

One popular waterfront destination for micro weddings is located on the Eastern Shore, offering sweeping views of the Chesapeake Bay and lush gardens for outdoor ceremonies. Couples can exchange vows against the backdrop of shimmering waters and rolling hills, creating a romantic and picturesque setting for their special day. With accommodations available onsite, couples can extend their celebration into a weekend retreat, providing guests with ample opportunities to explore the surrounding area and enjoy waterfront activities.

Historic Estates:

Maryland is home to numerous historic estates and manor houses, many of which offer exquisite settings for micro weddings. These stately venues feature elegant architecture, manicured gardens, and rich history, providing couples with a timeless backdrop for their celebration.

One such estate, dating back to the colonial era, offers couples the opportunity to exchange vows in a historic chapel or beneath the shade of ancient oak trees. With expansive grounds and gardens, couples can host both their ceremony and reception in a secluded and romantic setting, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the grandeur of history. Professional event staff are on hand to assist with every detail, ensuring a seamless and unforgettable experience for couples and their guests.

Charming Urban Venues:

For couples seeking a more urban vibe for their micro wedding, Maryland's cities offer a variety of charming venues that combine historic charm with modern amenities. From boutique hotels to trendy lofts and art galleries, these venues provide couples with a unique and stylish setting for their celebration.

One urban venue, situated in the heart of downtown, offers couples the opportunity to exchange vows on a rooftop terrace overlooking the city skyline. With sleek, contemporary decor and panoramic views, this venue provides a chic and sophisticated backdrop for couples looking to make a statement with their micro wedding. After the ceremony, couples and their guests can enjoy a gourmet dinner and dancing in a stylish ballroom, creating memories that will last a lifetime.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, Maryland offers a diverse array of options for couples planning a micro wedding, from scenic waterfront locations to historic estates and charming urban venues. Whether seeking a rustic outdoor setting or a chic urban vibe, couples can find the perfect backdrop for their special day in the Old Line State. With its picturesque landscapes, rich history, and abundance of venues, Maryland provides an ideal destination for couples looking to exchange vows in an intimate and personalized setting. By choosing one of Maryland's top micro wedding destinations, couples can create memories that will last a lifetime in a truly enchanting and unforgettable setting.

[deslerpainting]

Rising Popularity Of Exterior Painter Chesapeake: Exploring The Reasons

With the vastly populated and diversified climate of Chesapeake City in the United States of Virginia, many house owners are taking advantage of the quality services of the highly skilled professionals at Exterior Painter Chesapeake at affordable rates to decorate the exteriors of their households. Read more :- https://medium.com/@deslerpaintings/rising-popularity-of-exterior-painter-chesapeake-exploring-the-reasons-703c1c82d111

[kingcolefarm11]

Magical Moments: Quinceañera Venues to Shine in Dover, DE

Introduction: Celebrating Tradition and Transformation

The quinceañera, a cherished tradition in many Hispanic cultures, marks the transition of a young girl into womanhood on her fifteenth birthday. It is a celebration that goes beyond a mere party; it is a rite of passage, a cultural affirmation, and a moment of profound significance. In Dover, DE, finding the perfect quinceañera venue is not just about selecting a space; it's about creating an enchanting backdrop for magical moments that will be etched in memory forever. This exploration delves into the venues in Dover that provide the perfect canvas for quinceañeras to shine.

Historical Elegance at The Old State House

The Old State House, a historical gem in the heart of Dover, stands as an elegant venue where the past converges with the present to create a timeless backdrop for quinceañeras. With its stately architecture, grand halls, and historical significance, The Old State House offers a unique setting that elevates the quinceañera into a regal affair. The venue's timeless charm provides a sense of grace and sophistication, making it an ideal space for families seeking a quinceañera that embraces both tradition and elegance.

Cultural Splendor at The Biggs Museum of American Art

For those who wish to infuse cultural vibrancy into the quinceañera celebration, The Biggs Museum of American Art emerges as a venue that transcends the ordinary. Nestled in downtown Dover, this museum provides a backdrop surrounded by artistic splendor. The galleries and exhibition spaces become a canvas for creativity, allowing families to incorporate cultural elements into the decor. The cultural richness of The Biggs Museum adds a layer of sophistication to the quinceañera, making it a celebration that not only marks a transition but also embraces the richness of heritage.

Versatility and Glamour at Dover Downs Hotel & Casino

Dover Downs Hotel & Casino introduces an element of versatility and glamour to quinceañera celebrations in Dover. This venue, with its expansive ballrooms and modern amenities, offers a canvas where families can bring their vision to life. The glamorous ambiance of Dover Downs sets the stage for a quinceañera that sparkles with sophistication. Whether it's a grand ballroom affair or an intimate gathering in one of the stylish event spaces, Dover Downs Hotel & Casino caters to families seeking a venue that seamlessly blends versatility with a touch of luxury.

Rustic Charm at The Delaware Agricultural Museum and Village

For families yearning for a quinceañera surrounded by rustic charm and a connection to Delaware's agricultural heritage, The Delaware Agricultural Museum and Village presents an idyllic setting. Located just outside downtown Dover, this venue offers a picturesque backdrop with open fields and historic farm buildings. The rustic charm of the museum grounds provides a warm and inviting atmosphere, making it perfect for families who envision a quinceañera that exudes simplicity, authenticity, and a touch of rural elegance.

Contemporary Sophistication at The Modern Mixture

Dover's Modern Mixture introduces a touch of contemporary sophistication to quinceañera celebrations. With its sleek design, state-of-the-art facilities, and adaptable spaces, this venue caters to families seeking a modern and stylish backdrop for the celebration. The contemporary charm of The Modern Mixture provides a canvas for creative expression, allowing families to craft a quinceañera that reflects the celebrant's individuality and style. The venue's chic interiors and modern amenities set the stage for a celebration that is as current as it is timeless.

Nautical Romance at The Chesapeake & Delaware Canal Museum

For a quinceañera with a touch of nautical romance and scenic beauty, The Chesapeake & Delaware Canal Museum offers a unique waterfront setting. Located in nearby Chesapeake City, Maryland, this venue provides a picturesque backdrop along the canal. The maritime ambiance, surrounded by historical artifacts and canal views, creates an enchanting atmosphere for a quinceañera that embraces the allure of the sea. The Chesapeake & Delaware Canal Museum becomes a venue where the celebrant can embark on a journey into womanhood against a backdrop of coastal charm.

Conclusion: Crafting Unforgettable Moments in Dover

In conclusion, Dover, DE, offers a spectrum of venues that cater to the diverse dreams and visions families hold for their quinceañeras. Whether it's the historical elegance of The Old State House, the cultural splendor of The Biggs Museum of American Art, the versatility and glamour of Dover Downs Hotel & Casino, the rustic charm of The Delaware Agricultural Museum and Village, the contemporary sophistication of The Modern Mixture, or the nautical romance of The Chesapeake & Delaware Canal Museum, each venue provides a unique canvas for crafting unforgettable moments.

Choosing the perfect "venue for a quinceanera dover de" is not just about selecting a space; it's about creating an atmosphere where tradition, culture, and individuality intertwine. These venues become more than locations; they become stages where the celebrant steps into a new chapter of life amidst enchanting surroundings. Dover's quinceañera venues, with their distinct personalities, contribute to the narrative of each young woman's journey, ensuring that the celebration is not just an event but a magical moment that resonates with joy, cultural pride, and the promise of a radiant future.

[thechesapeakeinn11]

Waterfront Wonders: Luxurious Hotels in Chesapeake, Maryland

Nestled along the picturesque shores of Chesapeake Bay, Maryland, a collection of luxurious hotels stands as a testament to the region's allure, offering a blend of opulence, comfort, and unparalleled views. From upscale resorts to boutique hotels, these waterfront wonders cater to discerning travelers seeking an extraordinary stay. In this exploration, we'll delve into the luxurious hotels that grace Chesapeake, Maryland, each providing a unique and indulgent experience for those seeking a touch of elegance by the bay.

1. Seaside Sophistication: The Grand Bayfront Resort

For those desiring the epitome of luxury against the backdrop of Chesapeake Bay, the Grand Bayfront Resort stands as a beacon of seaside sophistication. This opulent establishment seamlessly combines modern amenities with classic elegance, offering guests a retreat where every detail is curated for comfort and style. With sweeping views of the bay from private balconies, fine dining restaurants, and lavish spa services, the Grand Bayfront Resort invites travelers to immerse themselves in a world of indulgence where the charm of Chesapeake Bay meets five-star luxury.

2. Tranquil Retreat: Boutique Bliss by the Bay

Nestled amidst the tranquil beauty of Chesapeake, boutique hotels offer a retreat for those seeking a more intimate and personalized experience. These waterfront gems, with their charming architecture and thoughtfully designed interiors, provide a haven of relaxation. Guests can enjoy personalized services, locally inspired decor, and an atmosphere that fosters a sense of serenity. From private terraces overlooking the bay to cozy lounges with panoramic views, boutique hotels in chesapeake maryland redefine luxury by delivering a personalized and enchanting retreat.

3. Historic Grandeur: The Bayfront Manor House

Steeped in history and exuding timeless grandeur, the Bayfront Manor House is a luxurious escape that transports guests to a bygone era. This historic hotel, with its elegant architecture and sprawling grounds, offers a stay that is both regal and intimate. From meticulously restored suites with antique furnishings to lush gardens that lead to the bay, the Bayfront Manor House embraces the charm of yesteryear while providing modern comforts. It's a haven for those who appreciate the fusion of history and luxury against the scenic backdrop of Chesapeake Bay.

4. Nautical Elegance: The Marina Retreat

For travelers with a love for the sea, the Marina Retreat offers a luxurious escape where nautical elegance meets upscale accommodation. Situated along the marina, this hotel provides guests with not only stunning views of sailboats and yachts but also access to a range of water-based activities. From elegantly appointed rooms with maritime-inspired decor to waterfront dining experiences, the Marina Retreat allows guests to immerse themselves in the essence of Chesapeake's maritime charm while enjoying the pinnacle of contemporary luxury.

5. Modern Serenity: Bayview Urban Oasis

For those who crave modern luxury in an urban setting, the Bayview Urban Oasis stands as a testament to contemporary design and comfort. This sleek and stylish hotel, with its minimalist aesthetic and state-of-the-art amenities, provides a serene escape in the heart of Chesapeake. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer unobstructed views of the bay, creating a seamless connection between the modern interior and the natural beauty beyond. With upscale dining options, spa services, and chic lounges, the Bayview Urban Oasis redefines luxury for the modern traveler in Chesapeake.

Conclusion: A Symphony of Luxury by Chesapeake Bay

The luxurious hotels in Chesapeake, Maryland, form a symphony of opulence, comfort, and breathtaking views along the shores of Chesapeake Bay. Whether reveling in the seaside sophistication of the Grand Bayfront Resort, finding tranquility in a boutique retreat, experiencing historic grandeur at the Bayfront Manor House, enjoying nautical elegance at the Marina Retreat, or immersing in modern serenity at the Bayview Urban Oasis, each establishment offers a unique melody of luxury.

As travelers explore these waterfront wonders, they discover that luxury in Chesapeake is not merely defined by amenities but by the immersive experience each hotel provides. From personalized services to thoughtfully designed spaces, and from historic charm to modern chic, these hotels invite guests to savor the beauty of Chesapeake Bay in an atmosphere of unparalleled luxury. The waterfront wonders of Chesapeake, Maryland, are not just places to stay; they are experiences that elevate a visit to a symphony of indulgence against the stunning backdrop of the bay.