#hand drawn dracula

[verytinysongs]

Heavy Paranoia by Fake Palms

Band Name: Fake Palms Labels: Hand Drawn Dracula Location: Toronto, Ontario, Canada Release Date: October 7, 2023 Tags: alternative, experimental, indie rock, noise rock, post punk, psychedelic punk

[manitat]

Ora Cogan - Witch

[moonsun2010]

6 November - It's finally over 🌅

these are part of an animatic summarising Dracula, which you can watch here (i would say new readers beware, it has spoilers for the book but well... we are at the end already)

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[trevlad-sounds]

Re-released until it gets a respectable amount of listens.

Forgotten Mixes

Sky Spa

Anja Garbarek-Sleep 00:00

Jacob 2-2-Fantasiarexia 02:16

Carling Ruse-Be There 06:35

Akira Kosemura-Forest In The Morning 09:46

Stag Hare-Born Into Magic 13:17

Freescha-Every Shiney Night 20:41

Aosoon-Ghost 24:18

Neon Indian-Era Extraña 28:01

Gayngs-By your side 30:16

Claude Larson-Growth Stratum 2 36:21

Teebs-Personal Winter 37:41

Bearhead Tape Sounds-Appear Peering A Pier 38:43

Kosmischer Läufer-Sandtrommel 41:24

Bearhead Tape Sounds-Stay 47:10

Motionfield-Northern sky 51:11

Brian Eno-Bone Jump 55:43

Mieksneak-2MGX3AM 57:46

Matthewdavid-The dublab Decade Proton Drive Theme Song 1:00:09

Black Moth Super Rainbow-Hidamari (Shugo Tokumaru Cover) 1:01:35

Eaves-Leavings 1:03:44

Little People-Unsaid 1:07:21

Owen vallis-Trunk 1:10:45

Autistici-Sixteenth 1:13:19

Fatima Al Qadiri-Hip Hop Spa 1:16:44

Air-The Word Hurricane 1:20:32

Balam Acab-Apart 1:21:15

Thrupence-White Kite 1:23:44

SKYWLKR-Ahhhfcuk 1:26:37

Toro Y Moi-Fax Shadow (Shlohmo Remix) 1:28:22

[kittykattymwah]

Dracula: August 4

But I am CAPTAIN and I MUST NOT LEAVE SHIP.

[dino-anarchy]

shame on me for being a female in the first place

[moltengarnet]

God is not here. This is an empty box.

"LIES? In your house of god? No wonder he abandoned you." Blue Fangs the Warg Demon from Castlevania's Netflix.

Posted using PostyBirb

[gretasworld]

Smoking pipe 🚬

[kai-drew-this]

Play dracula with me :3

Omg it took like 30 mins to dind the original poster @w@

[hillsidecomics]

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Got my hands on this Dracula comic with a blank sketch cover, and so decided to adorn it with everyone's favourite vampire doctor!

It takes inspiration from this old poster I found for Bela Lugosi's Dracula

[senorboombastic]

This One Song… Dermabrasion on Goblin Dance

Tell you what – we love hearing from artists when things go right. We equally love hearing from artists when things go dreadfully wrong. A song that was a piece of piss, written in 20 minutes? Or years in the making and a bastard to write? Whether it’s a song that came together through great duress or one that was smashed out in a short amount of time, we’re getting the lowdown from some of our…

[zeizeizeizei]

Unpopular Alucard Headcanons 🦇

🦇 His heartbeat is unnaturally slow

Being a dhampir, his body doesn’t function like a human’s. His heart beats maybe once every few minutes, and when he meditates or sleeps deeply, it slows to an almost undetectable level. This makes it easy for people to mistake him for dead if they don’t know better.

🦇 Despite his regal demeanor, he can be incredibly stubborn

He gets this from both of his parents. While he is generally composed, he can be surprisingly headstrong when he believes he is right.

🦇 He secretly enjoys being around people but isolates himself out of guilt

While many see him as a lone figure, he actually enjoys companionship but feels unworthy of it due to his lineage and the weight of his past.

🦇 He sometimes forgets what his own voice sounds like

Spending long periods alone in the castle means Alucard can go days, weeks, or even months without speaking. Sometimes, when he finally does, his voice comes out quieter than expected, or he startles himself by how deep it is.

🦇 He has never truly celebrated his birthday

While he knows the day he was born, it has never been a day of joy for him. His mother may have marked the occasion with warmth, but after her death, he stopped acknowledging it altogether. He wonders if Dracula ever remembered.

🦇 He used to sing as a child but no longer does

Lisa encouraged him to sing when he was young, and his voice was light and pure. However, after losing his mother, he never found the heart to sing again. He still hums absentmindedly when lost in thought, though he never realizes he’s doing it.

🦇 His laugh is rare, but it's hauntingly beautiful

Alucard rarely laughs, but when he does, it’s light and musical, almost as if he’s forgotten how to express joy. It has an eerie, mesmerizing quality, as if for just a moment, the weight of centuries is lifted from his shoulders.

🦇 He doesn’t need to breathe, but he does anyway

His body doesn’t require oxygen in the same way humans do, but he still breathes out of habit. If he concentrates, he can go completely still, like a statue, for days without any movement.

🦇 His presence subtly affects the environment

When he walks into a room, candles flicker. The air gets cooler when he’s deep in thought. Even when he’s not using magic, something about him bends the space around him slightly, like reality itself acknowledges his unnatural nature.

🦇 His eyes glow in the dark

In dim lighting, his golden eyes reflect ambient light like a predator’s, making them glow faintly. In absolute darkness, they shimmer unnaturally, giving him an almost spectral appearance. It’s one of the reasons he avoids letting people see him at night.

🦇 He sleeps curled up, like a child

When he sleeps, especially during moments of vulnerability, he instinctively curls in on himself, as if trying to protect himself from something unseen.

🦇 He doesn’t hate his father—but he cannot forgive him either

Despite everything, Alucard still loves his father in a complicated, painful way. He understands Dracula’s grief, but he cannot forgive the destruction he caused.

🦇 He doesn’t like killing, but he is terrifying when he does

Unlike his father, Alucard does not take joy in battle. He fights with precision and restraint, but when truly enraged, he unleashes a level of destruction that unsettles even himself.

🦇 He is both afraid of and drawn to the idea of companionship

He craves connection but fears what it could mean. He has lost everyone he has ever cared for—what if he loses them again? What if he is meant to be alone forever?

🦇 He has considered letting himself die

The thought has crossed his mind more than once. The idea of fading away, of ending the lonely existence he has been trapped in. But something, some tiny ember of his mother’s voice, always tells him to keep going.

🦇 His hands shake when he’s deeply emotional

Whether it’s anger, grief, or overwhelming sorrow, his body betrays him in subtle ways. His fingers tremble, his breath hitches, and for a brief moment, the composed prince looks like a lost boy.

🦇 He can smell emotions

His sense of smell isn’t just sharp—it’s supernatural. He can pick up traces of emotions like fear, anger, or sorrow as subtle shifts in scent, which is why he’s eerily good at reading people even when they try to hide their true feelings.

🦇 He wonders what his mother would think of him now

More than anything, he wishes Lisa could see him—not just as the boy she raised, but as the man he has become. Would she be proud? Would she be sad? He will never know, and that is perhaps the greatest tragedy of all.

Source: my 🍑

Enjoy.

[seraph5]

Now that I've listened to Re: Dracula I feel like I've been weirdly spoiled for a lot of other Draculas. Like don't get me wrong there's a lot of Dracula's out there to like but there was something really beguiling about:

a) Mina and Lucy's quite modern musings about their place in the world, the beginnings of wonderings about what they might like or could like as people not just as what society demands

b) Mina and Lucy's relationship. I just adore that they are surprisingly different characters and interact in a very realistic interesting way that you don't see a lot in media that depicts this time period. I also love how intelligent Mina is.

c) The absolute intensity of the bond and duty our heroes find themselves drawn into when put in this horrific situation. It really surprised and struck me the way that all these people with not extremely deep connections in a lot of cases closed ranks together in a silent fight to protect not just themselves but to break the cycle of evil. They, all of them, really showed a tremendous amount of care and kindness towards each other in this insane mission. Obviously it would have been nice if the boys had been less dumb about including Mina in things but their follies in that area were clearly a result of the time they lived in and not a fundamental personal lack of respect for mina.

d) I know everyone does not see this interpretation but I like that there is a quasi-homoeric undertone to Dracula and Johnathan's whole thing. Of course Johnathan is there under duress and I'm certainly not saying that there is something consensual or reciprocal going on but Dracula being so possessive of him especially with the brides gives an interesting undertone to some of the earlier parts of the book. There is a real sort of fascination Dracula seems to have for him as a conduit for information about his next conquest and he really tries to connect with him through the guise of society.

I haven't really ever seen all these points illustrated very strongly in other retellings or if it's there it doesn't communicate that feeling that makes these missed points so special. Worse it seems like a lot of the time they make really weird choices like merging characters or swapping characters or cutting characters for brevity or excitement. Which on one hand I kind of understand but when given the space the characters all have their own interesting points and perspectives and are interesting to experience.

I'd love to see a retelling that balanced all these things a little more and cut less. Maybe even have it be a mini series rather than a movie.

[ultravi0lence14]

GROTESQUE GARDENING

DEAN WINCHESTER X DEMON!READER

WARNINGS: gory details, descriptions of violence, bloody fluff

SUMMARY: what does his little monster do all day? that’s what dean asks himself regularly. well, he finally decided to figure it out

WC: 1.5k

LITTLE MONSTER’S CABINET OF CURIOSITIES

the haunting sound of vinyl singing through the open mouth of a gramophone rings throughout the bunker, alerting dean in his own room just a wall away from yours. your music rattled through dean’s bones like a chill, dark and deep wordless tunes that sounded as though they should be played in dracula’s castle. it was very you, and dean found a thrumming vessel inside of him that didn’t mind the noise.

his little monster, the demon who was feared by her own kind. you were unique in your own, a bone chilling waltz of macabre and bloodshed. yet dean loved you exactly how you were. yeah, some of your hobbies and interests were a little creepy and messy, but it made you happy, so why should he complain?

though as he laid in bed, the gothic noises from your room made him start to wonder; what do you do all day?

it was a fair question. when you weren’t with the brothers, killing supernatural creatures, or hanging onto dean’s side, he never really knew where you went off to. all he knew is that you usually came back covered in dirt or blood, hands a mess as you carried jars filled with various critters and insects.

his curiosity peaked further as he heard a faint hum from the other side of his wall, a melodic sound that was far too concentrated for you to be doing nothing. with a huff, dean’s sock clad feet hit the cold floor, black sweatpants swaying with his movements as he took the short walk from his room to your peculiar emporium.

the door was slightly cracked, and as dean peaked his head inside, it was like he entered a dark and eerie world. shadow boxes filled with taxidermies of insects such as spiders, butterflies, and moths filled your room, their sullen and piercing eyes staring back at dean with no emotion. your bed was harrowing in the room, a large figure of black velvet headboards and dark purple sheets. it was fit for the bride of grim, which to dean, you were.

the dark, moody gray of your walls contrasted with all the antique and barbarous trinkets on your desk and other flat surfaces. yet somehow, dean’s eyes couldn’t stray away from you.

your back was facing him as you hunched over your desk, bare feet kicking back and forth as you examined the insides of some animal. you had on a mid length black skirt, lace designs up the fabric that had dean drawn to the expanse of your legs. a black corset top resided on your upper half, your pale arms and collarbone blinding as dean allowed his greedy stare to encompass you.

your hair was twisted in two messy space buns at the nape of your neck, not allowing your ivory hair of raven cover the plethora of vintage necklaces around your throat.

the dead craved to touch you. a swirl of beauty wrapped in dead flowers that crawled with moths. dean was so hypnotized by you, so enthralled with your unique and effortless beauty, that he didn’t even notice you staring at him. a delightful smile was plastered on your face, and you shyly dropped your scalpel before fully turning to dean.

“hey, angel.” you called to him, using the nickname that was reserved to only come from your lips. the black stool scrapped out beneath you as your feet made their way over to where dean stood, wrapping your arms around his neck. “what’s up?”

the gothic revival singing through your vinyl, mixed in with the soft and quiet cadence of your voice, created a dark and beautiful melodic waltz that had dean drawing in closer to you. his lips briefly brushed your forehead, your scent of black dahlia’s wafting through his nose before he returned your question.

“wanted to be with you, little monster.” he grinned, bringing a hand up to swipe at your deep coloured lips. “want to see what you do when i’m not around.”

your face shadows like a finished eclipse, the dark confines of your face turning bright as you beam up at dean. the skeletal bones of your fingers clutched tighter to the nape of dean’s neck, pulling yourself up on your tippy toes so you could put your face right in front of his. “really? don’t you think my hobbies are gross?”

dean just chuckles, blinking as your eyelashes flutter against his. “yeah, sometimes. but i love all of you, baby. wanna show you that.”

the only indication that you were excited about the adventures the day held was the bounce in the balls of your feet, your face going closer and closer to dean’s before you pecked his eyelid and scurried over to your closet.

“i’m just gonna quickly grab my coat and then we can go!”

“don’t forget those pretty rain boots i bought you, little monster!”

the sloshy sounds of mud squelching beneath shoes was all to be heard in the solemn and barren graveyard. dean walked a little ways behind you as your head turned from side to side in eager movements, black trench coat swaying behind you as you moved.

your black rain boots were already caked in mud, and dean was glad that you listened to him and put them on. you had a tendency to go out barefoot, and dean didn’t want to have to clean your mud tracks in the bunker.

a grim fairytale made to walk through the dead and decaying; that’s what you were to dean. you looked so in your element, hands and knees stained in mud as you bent down to dig through the piles for insects. you had a little black bag slung over your shoulder, and it was filled to the brim with jars so you could bring your little findings home with you.

dean didn’t say a word, just followed you around as a dog would with their owner. he watched in awe as you worked, slowly shifting through different area’s of the burial grounds and allowing the little critters to squirm and wiggle around in your palms when you found one interesting.

you were a black swan; so pretty yet so dark in your own, enchanting ways. you owned who you were, and you didn’t really mind if anyone gave you weird stares for how you dressed or acted. you’re a demon for christ’s sake, though your reserved and shy attitude wouldn’t allude to that at all.

skies above dropped little pellets of rain down on you and dean, drizzling around you two while the groggy and fog filled atmosphere added to the macabre feeling in the air. this was your element, and dean could easily see that as your hands and clothes grew more and more muddy.

dean watched as you got down on your knees, mud smearing across your skirt as your hunched over frame dug and dug through the soupy material. “you making potions over there, baby?” dean joked, legs moving him closer towards you so he could loom over your shoulder.

you just scoffed, hands still rapidly clawing through the mud that started caking beneath your fingernails. “i’m trying to find a certain type of spider dean. they usually can be found around area’s like this.”

the man in question just laughed, head leaning down so he could press a chaste kiss on the crown of yours. he watched for a couple more minutes as your skeletal fingers dug through the earth, quiet hums of gothic songs and low grunts when you didn’t find what you were looking for.

like a ravened crow in a medieval jack in the box, you sprung up from your kneeled position, leaving the dirt piles behind and high tailing it to the closest mausoleum. dean’s brows furrowed as he slowly followed behind you, listening to the ancient creak of metal squealing open when you entered the decrepit tomb. his head peaked in behind you, the damp and stale air hitting his nostrils as he watched you flounce around like a deathly woman on an even deadlier mission.

“whatcha doin’ baby?” dean singsonged, listening to your rain boots scuttle around the floor as you looked for something specific.

a frazzled expression grew in your hellfire eyes, and dean was worried your head was going to explode. “spiders dean! i need to find spiders!” your words were so jumbled, dean didn’t even know if this was his raven queen talking back to him. “this specific specie of spider rests around graveyards, but i know they also dwell in dark spaces.”

dean just laughed, shaking his head at his bloody girl running around a mausoleum, trying to find spiders.

“what’s so important about these spiders?” he questioned, watching intently as you stopped and turned to look at him with wide eyes. “what’s so important?” you reflected, hair swaying above your neck as your head shook at the movement of your surprise. “i need them to finish my collection dean! if i don’t, what am i going to put over my bed?”

you were such an enigma; a dark and beautiful living dead. no one would expect you and dean to work together, but you did. and even now, as he stood at the doorway of an old mausoleum, watching as his girl ran around trying to collect spiders, he knew that his life would never be the same if he hadn’t met his little monster.

TAGS: @starzify @floralscented @deansbeer @bluemerakis @figthoughts @foolinthera1n @haunteres @vaiieydoii

NAT BABBLES: didn’t want to make this one too long but here’s @titsout4jackles & i’s little monster again!! we’ve come up with so many scenarios for her it isn’t even funny!!

DIVIDER CREDS TO BREE!!

[gnawing-suspicion]

Favorite Hannigram Fics of 2024

So! I’ve been thinking about making this list for weeks but it overwhelmed me — I started reading Hannigram fic this year and have consumed millions of words of it. I began without an ao3 account so many of the ones I started with are lost to the aether, but here are the absolute gems, the ones I can’t stop thinking about. Some are popular, others less known.

My tastes might not be yours, but I am drawn to excellent writing, slow burns, power dynamics and a healthy dose of twisted kink. So! ONWARD!

Note: The Shape of Me Will Always be You and Consenting to Dream are a given.

Blackbird by @emungere - “Shortly after Will kills Garret Jacob Hobbs, he and Hannibal stumble into a D/s relationship. It's a relief to have Hannibal telling him what to do, but the closer they become, the closer he gets to realizing who and what Hannibal really is.”

I love D/s Hannigram and this was exquisite. Everything by emungere is, of course, but this is my favorite.

Bram Stoker’s HANNIBAL by @dbmars - “Hannibal + Bram Stoker's Dracula + the classic novel = a new version of the seductive vampire legend.”

A love letter to both the 90s film and the original work. This is the longest fic I read this year and it consumed me for weeks. It’s gorgeous, sexy, beautifully-written and every casting choice made me kick my feet with glee.

Secretary by FragileTeacup and ThisIsMyDesignHannibal - “Will Graham needs a job. Since quitting the FBI, he’s been adrift for months, broken and lost; chasing a desire he doesn’t understand in increasingly destructive ways. What he needs is stability, direction, something to help put his life back in order and quiet the buzzing in his head.”

Secretary is one of my favorite films ever, and this take on it had me foaming at the mouth. It’s so good. SO GOOD.

Hinterland by @pastelwell - “When they crash into the water he believes it’s over. He followed his final impulse to do the right thing by his friends, his family, the world. The last flutters of morality within him had guided him, even as he looked into the eyes of a murderer who had somehow compelled his fall from grace. Here, in the frigid deep waters, their chapter is closed and their story is concluded. Except it isn’t. This is just the beginning.”

A divine post-fall fic of rehabilitation, angst, longing and some of the hottest smut imaginable. I love a post-fall fic and this is top-tier!!

With skin intact and altered souls by romanticallyinept - Will snorts his laughter, shifting to tuck his hands under his arms. “Come on,” he says, turning his head to look over at Hannibal. “The chances of two serial killers being in one car would be astronomical.”

They’re both serial killers!!! What are the odds!! This one is so fun, so fucked, so hot. Really great dialogue.

Our Shadows, That are Bold, Sing by @highermagic - “The monster under Will's bed calls himself Hannibal. He has lived there since Will was old enough to have a bed. He is very smart, and Will likes him very much. He protects Will's dreams, wakes him when he has nightmares. He embraces Will with shadows that black out the morning light when dawn comes, and sings soft songs that Will doesn't know.”

Listen, I read basically every one of HigherMagic’s fics this year. They’re all, every one of them, incredible. This one really got me, though. Monster Hannibal is my husband now.

patroclus in furs by bleakmidwinter - “Will Graham has been acting in heterosexual porn for years but is fired when his manager encourages him to take a higher-paying job for a homosexual centric porn company. There, he finds his expectations turned upside down.”

This is obviously ABSURD but oh my god, did I love it. Will Graham having a sexual identity crisis with notoriously sadistic porn god Hannibal is like candy to me. 10/10.

Cuisine Euphonique by thecountessolivia - “Nightmares brought on by a gruesome case lead Will to some unorthodox therapy in the form of a YouTube cooking channel.”

Will gets obsessed with Hannibal’s secret ASMR channel. Incredible phone sex is the natural conclusion. The descriptions of sound in this are viscerally gorgeous.

Funeral of Flowers by thecountessolivia - “Venice, 1870. The heart of winter. The once great city republic is on its knees. The banned institution of Carnevale lives on discreetly in the masked balls that light up the grand palazzi of the rich and the well-born.”

Hannigram at Carnevale. Sumptuous, longing, decadently described historical AU. Loved this to death.

Black Rock Mountain by bokunojinsei - “Will is a hitchhiker with questionable hobbies. Hannibal is a man who has questionable motives. When Hannibal drives by Will who just so happens to need a ride, things quickly take a turn from the questionable to the downright depraved.”

An even smuttier They’re Both Serial Killers fic that had me howling in the streets. You want bloody horny Hannigram? This is elite!!

To Fuel Your Radiance by GoldenUsagi - “AU where Will is the actual Devil. After Hannibal sells his soul, a fascination begins to develop between them. Will is intrigued by the unique monster Hannibal is, while Hannibal thinks Will is the most magnificent thing he's ever encountered. As their conversations continue, their involvement with each other becomes something else entirely.”

I’m not gonna lie, I think this was my favorite fic I read this year. Will as The Devil is so hot I screamed. There’s a scene at the end that is so fucked I lost my mind. Not even close to safe or sane. A masterpiece.

The Night Owl by sourweather - “Will works the graveyard shift at his University's 24 hour Library. There's another student who only comes in to study in the dead of night. Will can't explain why, but something about that boy has caught his attention.”

College AU! COLLEGE AU! Featuring some great Beverly fun.

An Ounce of Wit by winddragon - “AKA a modern magical AU where the entire point is to turn Will Graham into a catboy.”

The infamous Will is a Catboy fic that is somehow SO good. I had to be convinced to read this but I’m so glad I did. It’s an absolute delight, and the dark magic is so cool?! Goofy, yes, but delicious.

old-fashioned divinity candy by antiheroblake - “the relationship between old money, med student hannibal lecter and his newly rich sugar daddy, will graham”

An ongoing WIP that has me hooked by the throat. If you like the boys being absolutely stupid for each other and also absolutely stupid about it, you’ll eat this up. Young Hannibal is such an idiot. I love him.

in the gruesome do we trust by sidnihoudini - “Hannibal and Will have murder husbands mind palace sex, and Alana watches obsessively.”

I mean, it does what it says on the box. It does it SO WELL. Honk honk and, if I may add, awoooga.

show me where it hurts (I’ll lick it clean) by antiheroblake - “at 18, will inherits a ranch upon the death of his father, a man who died from a supposed family curse. at 33, will becomes prone to accidents, and the new town doctor starts to see him more than he sees his cattle.”

Accident-prone Will in the Old West HATES his sexy new doctor. You won’t believe what happens next!!!

Bring Out Your Desires by TheCosmicNSFW - “After spontaneously having to save a man's life inside an ambulance, Hannibal Lecter finds Will Graham being naughty in the bathroom. He decides that Will Graham might be a more valuable asset than he originally thought, and he convinces Will to let him work out his true desires - but is offering your mind to Hannibal on a silver platter such a great idea?”

An ongoing Hypnosis Kink fic that has absolutely inspired some of Fever Dreams. Bonus points for a fic that gave me a new kink!! Doesn’t happen every day!

The Sugar Bowl by BelladonnaWyck and raiast

Listen, ok, I like a sugar daddy fic. I’m picky about them, though!! This one involves University Will and he’s such a perfect mess.

Mine to Touch by piginapoketuesday - “Will's neck flushed with fear. Never being allowed to feed himself again. Learning to associate food with a swollen, untouched cock. Swallowing prettily and on command. His body betrayed him, and he moaned around the fork in his mouth.”

This one popped up during my exploration of the Sub Will Graham tag and woooooof, yes. Yes!!

2 weeks by EarthsickWithoutYou - “After reading the news of Will's marriage to Molly, an incarcerated Hannibal cannot bear their separation or his own jealousy any longer. He breaks out and finds Will, proposing a bet: that Will gives Hannibal two weeks to prove his love and convince Will to run away with him. If Hannibal succeeds, they will be together for life, but if he fails, he'll return to the BSHCI and never see Will again. With Hannibal's heart on the line and Will's inner moral conflict hard to hear above the roar of his longing for the killer, what choice is he going to make?”

Insanely jealous Hannibal + bone-deep yearning + “I can give you what she never could” = 🔥🔥🔥🔥😤🥵

Appetites of the Flesh by Magnetism_bind - “Will gets aroused at murder scenes. Eventually this gets noticed.”

A rec from @graciereadshannigram that also introduced me to a new kink. It’s twisted, obviously, but godDAMN it’s hot. And speaking of Gracie…

CrimsonDesires by Scifibabe - “Post-fall, Will and Hannibal discover that Alana became a bestselling erotic novelist and surprise! She based her characters on Will and Hannibal. Drunken dramatic reading of various passages ensues.”

This is absolute crack and I ate it up like ICE CREAM. A kick-your-feet delight. Watch as Will blushes so hard he nearly dies. And lest we forget my fave of her Kinktober fics…

Touched for the Very First Time by Scifibabe - “One night post-fall, Will proposes something new: letting Hannibal seduce him as if it's his first time. As Will slips into a younger, more hesitant version of himself, he’s reminded of all the things he's never let himself fully experience. With Hannibal guiding him through each step, Will discovers just how much he still craves being taken care of, in every sense.”

This blew my mind. It’s so hot. Thank you for the food!!!! Bonus mention for the Daddy Kink Fisting episode.

act on it by acheforhim - “Will is lonely and his long-distance fuckbuddy encourages him to pursue Hannibal.”

It took me MONTHS into reading fic to give omegaverse a try. I’m still fussy about it, but this one is so hot.

Graham Cam by bigfootghostdick - “In nearly every aspect of his life, Hannibal is wholly unabashed in the endeavors he chooses to take on, especially where Will is concerned. At his core, he lives outside the realm of societal norms, so in a twisted effort to learn more about the beautiful empath that has captured his attention so utterly, he decides to install hidden cameras inside Will’s home.

Will is blissfully unaware…or is he?”

Hdhagahajajbfdg.

Illicit Affairs by EarthsickWithoutYou - “AU in which Will is living a quiet, safe, but deeply conflicted life in Maine, married to Molly but secretly longing for his dark Becoming. Mired in self-hatred and despair, he seeks comfort in the church. But things get very complicated once he meets the new priest at his parish, Father Hannibal Lecter.”

I have a massive Priest Kink and this did it for me in every way possible. I love how all of EarthsickWithoutYou’s fics are so deeply religious. I’m not, but I love reading it!!

suffer does the wolf by cedarbranch - “Under extreme physical duress, a werewolf's transformation cycles may fall out of phase with the moon. Will has experienced it once before. He'd hoped he never would again. But the fall was not kind to him, and when two full moons pass afterwards with no sign of a change, something has to give.

The solution: a tight leather collar, woven through with pure silver chain to prevent unwanted transformation. Will hates the collar. But it might be different when Hannibal's the one putting it on him.”

I may be iffy on omegaverse, but I LOVE fics where Will is a werewolf. It just suits him. That plus BDSM power dynamics? SOLD

even though our love is doomed by bleakmidwinter - “Hannibal solves the mystery of time travel and he and Will decide to go into the past and take opportunities previously missed along with rewriting the regrets they each hold. Changing the past does not effect the future and they have free reign to play as the please.”

I loved this, oh how I loved this, particularly when they fuck themselves. What a treat for me!!

How to Be a Good Boy: A Guide for the Novice Werewolf by HigherMagic - “Will gets scratched by a strange dog during the full moon.”

I told you I like Will as a werewolf and this is peak!!

WHEW. I know there are more I could add and some I’ve lost track of or forgotten, but these fics changed me!! I obviously pored through the archives of a few authors - HigherMagic, emungere, MissDisoriental, thecountessolivia, EarthsickWithoutYou, Scifibabe, antiheroblake, bleakmidwinter and DBMars all kept me fed this year! 🖤 without all their incredible work I never would’ve started writing my own fic, so I’m deeply grateful.

I love this fandom and now that you can see my tastes, I am very open to your recs 🖤🖤🖤