#hannibal idea

[rarepears]

All I have for this AU is a premise... but... *shoves it into the public*!

In SVSSS after ever after, Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe become parents. Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe's firstborn son is the most polite, filial, and loving son ever! Cliche, but okay.

And then Shen Jiu is reborn as their second son. Shen Jiu has a gege again - one that hasn't betrayed him yet. One that wears a fake smile and is disgustingly polite to everyone and acts morally superior to Shen Jiu.

Shen Jiu hates it.

Shen Jiu hates how much he loves his second life's gege's cooking and hugs. His gege is always pristine in appearance, never a speck of dirty or grime to be found on his intricately embordered robes - only the very best for Luo Binghe's children. His ge is a genius, a master at understanding and composing music, a prodigal artist capturing human profiles with a simple swipe of leftover charcoal from the kitchen fires...

Shen Jiu is absolutely disgusted how he can't even keep up with a babe. Even in this life, he's struggling to catch up with others. He hates his ge, especially with the way that his brother always accidentally managed to trip over another one of Shen Jiu's past hurts, carelessly and unaware of how his comments about slave children begging on the streets or runaway slaves carved another wound into Shen Jiu's soul-

And then one day he finds his brother smiling over a dead human body, cheerfully humming as he expertly carved out a kidney with far too much expertise to be a beginner or even an hobbyist. Shen Jiu would know - he was once the Qing Jing peak lord and deal with many skinner demons.

"Ah, didi!" His ge immediately sensed the presence in the clearing. "Care to join?" His smile was calm but his red eyes glinted menacingly.

Because Hannibal Lector was reborn as Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe's first son.

And he knew that his younger brother had great potential to be an artist that had to be awakened.

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[cannibalovers]

Documenting Will’s catches

[crispyliza]

I've got you all figured out fanartists

[hannibal-lectotype]

Something the Hannibal television show does phenomenally, that the books and movies don’t really do at all, is showcase how well he actually blends in.

In the Thomas Harris works, every scene that Doctor Lecter is in manages to make it very clear that he’s dangerous, and everyone else is basically Damocles without being aware of the blade. He’s unsettling even when he’s charming, and the audience is always aware that he is the lion in the room. We can see the swords dangling by the hair over every other character.

But in the show, Hannibal is just a guy, maybe pretentious and nerdy, but charming and kind for the most part. We are taken in with him, just like the other characters. Then, when he does lash out, moving like the predator he is, we’re left absolutely shook, almost ashamed that for a moment we forgot who he is. In the next scene, he’s as soft and charming as ever, and the deception begins again. We slowly fall under the spell again, because he’s just that good. We experience what the characters do, even though we’re granted the behind the scenes knowledge that he’s the villain of the story.

[oenk-oenk]

[gothicwill]

….OH

[beatricenius]

A while back I was prompted to draw Hannibal being caught orange handed eating cheetos after too much mushroom tea

[ganemouchie]

Absurd au arc post fall where they're caught and instead of being shot on the spot they're imprisoned together on the BSHCI driving every worker insane with that gay shit save me..

[asoftepiloguemylove]

YOU'RE IN MY VEINS, YOU FUCK

Henry Miller from a letter to Brenda Venus Dear, Dear Brenda: The Love Letters of Henry Miller to Brenda Venus // boygenius We're In Love // Francisco de Zurbarán Agnus Dei // Katie Maria I used to be a hole in the ground (via @heavensghost) // Rafael Nicolás Angels Before Man // Céline Sciamma Portrait de la jeune fille en feu // Kate Moss in a text message to Pete Doherty // Sophocles Antigone // Joan Didion South and West // Richard Siken Editors Pages: The Long and Short of It // Japanese Breakfast Boyish // VIVINOS Alien Stage; "ROUND 6" // Li-Young Lee I Loved You Before I Was Born // Hannibal; "Secondo" dir. Vincenzo Natali // Hozier Francesca

[reichen--art]

Acherontia lachesis

[teastainedprose]

🔞Gash (Cooper Howard / The Ghoul x Reader)

You've been stabbed and The Ghoul means to patch you up, save for the problem of a metal shard lost in the wound. 1,435 words | This is smut if wound fingering counts. All about pain and looking at Cooper's stupid pretty face and PAIN and Cooper's finger in an open wound, pet names, wound cleaning, blood, more pain. No proofreading, take it raw bb. I blame @ghoulphile for egging me on. [A03]

Luck was with the man who managed to sheath his knife into your gut. Luck protected you as he missed puncturing anything important, only slicing meat and fat. Luck would have Cooper right there moments later putting a bullet through the bastard's brains as his luck promptly ran out. Lucky to have the old ghoul catch you before you crumpled to the ground.

Lady Luck was having a fucking field day. That bitch.

Your thoughts swirl, snagging on the present. You're trying to keep your mind set off to the side, away from your body. Away from the burning wet pain of your seeping wound, but it tugs you right back. Your body demands that you feel this, the gaping wound in your gut a wrongness your breakable mortal form insists you can't ignore.

Blood leaks down your hip as you groan from the press of Cooper's fingers around the gaping flesh of the gash in your side to take proper stock of it. Beside you on the table rests the knife you'd been stabbed with, save for the tip. That's currently buried in your guts. The blade is a rusty thing, old and brittle. The thought of that extra bit of metal swimming about inside you sits ill. Your vision blurs, a queasiness rolling over as your head rolls to the side.

Cooper notices your far away gaze, pausing in his inspection to clasp your chin in his glove covered fingers. The ones that are thankfully not covered in your blood. The other hand prodding at your flesh has bare fingers, calloused texture a distant pleasantry. He'd yanked that glove off with his teeth. Skin to bloody skin now. How intimate. 

"Now, dove." The words are a soft puff of breath against your cheek as you refocus. "Keep them pretty eyes open for me now." His attention shifts back to your wound while do as commanded.

"Stuck you real good, girlie." Cooper murmurs, eyes hooded from your inspection at this angle. He continues to mind your wound, bare fingers tracing your abdomen as if to feel from the outside where the rusty intrusion is. "Gonna hav'ta clean it proper. Needin' to dig the tip out."

All you can do is nod absently, drinking in every detail of his face. His black-as-night lashes are clearly visible this close, looking as pretty as can be. They add extra shadow to the sunken hollow about his eyes. He glances up, the swirling deep forest green and brown of his gaze catching you. You suck in a breath as Cooper's nail catches on the cut.

Teeth snap shut with a click as you bare them at Cooper. He smirks right back at you. He knows it hurts, but there's no helping it. All you can do is grimace and bear it while trying to divert your attention from the throbbing in your abdomen.

Your study of him is your current distraction. It's working well enough, mind content to catalogue the sharp lines of his face as you sit there panting quietly. There's the detached burn of alcohol as he dabs your wound with a soaked cloth, pulling a shiver across your skin in response.

Focus. Focus on the face of The Ghoul intently working. How there's the rough texture of his ravaged skin before your eyes. His skin is rusty in color, an earthy shade. It reminds you of the red clay from your long-abandoned home. His skin is just as baked and cracked as that dirt was. A delicious contrast to the richer red of his lips. Funny how he looks all sorts of dried up, but you know those lips to be softer than expected. Soft and pliant when pressed against your own with the wet press of his tongue darting out and-

You curse as your thoughts shatter into sharp glass, body instinctively lurching away from what hurts you. Cooper snatches your thigh, fingers digging in as he holds you steady.

"Now, now. Easy there, dove." His eyes flick to your face again. He's got a finger crooked into the gash. It feels wrong. "Told you I need to get that piece out. Breath, nice and easy."

You inhale. His head cants to the side as he waits. You exhale. Cooper nods as his finger digs deeper into the wound, feeling about. You swear he just brushed viscera with a fingertip.

It makes you dizzy, feeling his finger rooting around in the open wound as he tries to nudge out the knife bit. Forceps would have been a good idea, maybe some pliers? Something thinner than Cooper's gnarled fingers. You've memorized those digits intimately, but never expected to know them here. In your fucking guts.

It hurts. Of course it fucking does, but it's a wrong sort of pain. The sensation keeps flipping your stomach over and over. You want to empty the contents of it, but know that'll hurt worse with the state you're in.  Your eyes lose focus as Cooper clicks his tongue. 

"Focus. Eyes on me like I said, darlin'." He waits a beat as you blink, refocus. "Attagirl," his tone is even and coaxing, trying to keep you calm as if you're a startled brahmin. His finger continues to root around in your open wound, feeling for that stray bit of metal.

There's a twisted sort of intimacy in having Cooper's fingers delving into the wound, a sick parody of what else he's buried in you on better days.

You moan, a low sound pulled deep from within you involuntarily. It hurts.

"Now dove... That ain't the sort of cooing you should be makin' right now,'' amusement laces his words as he studies your face. His finger goes still to let you settle. It takes a moment, adjusting to the intrusion because his finger has sunk deeper. Your body is trying to reject the invasion, nerves flaring up with clear alarm.

You huff in response, shooting Cooper a sour look as a tremor runs through your strained body. It's not your fault your pain sounds are similar to the ones you make when he's rutting into you. He shakes his head, smiling to himself as Cooper gets back to work.

"Can feel it at my fingertip, jus' let me-" The digging is a burning invasion now as he presses deeper, finger crooking. You can feel the tug of something else scraping your insides as you suck in a sudden breath. He catches that bit of rusty metal, tugs and then it's over.

Cooper holds up the metal shard in front of your face with a yellow grin. "Got it."

You promptly drop your forehead against his shoulder with a whine. Blood leaks sluggishly from the wound now.

"There, there. I gotcha, dove. Now, you let me clean you up proper." His gloved hand rubs your back briefly before he gently sets you upright. Cooper is quicker to clean out the wound, caring little for how the alcohol he pours directly on it burns as he flushes it out. It's almost a welcomed sensation after the nausea induced fingering he'd just been up to.

He pauses, considering a moment before Cooper pops the same bloody finger he'd just had inside of you into his mouth. You can only watch in a detached way, pain keeping you pacified as Cooper makes sure to lick his hand clean of your blood.

"Disgusting," you sigh. It's half-hearted. You've seen him ingest far worse. 

"What? I'm a ghoul, sweetheart," he smirks. "Figure only way I'm gonna get a taste of that."

"Can you please fucking get me that Stimpak already?"

He tuts while wiping his hand clean of your blood on a spare rag before obliging. Cooper smoothly jabs the needle directly above your wound without warning, earning a hiss from you but your resentment instantly melts away.

This time you moan in pleasure, soothed as the endorphins rush your system in a cooling wave of comfort. A detached floaty feeling settles over you instantly as you relax, eyes drifting shut. A content smile settles on your lips while Cooper busies himself properly bandaging up your wound and wiping away the excess blood. His fingers linger, the bare ones ghosting up your side as a tremor runs through you for a wholly different reason now.

Slowly, you open your eyes again as you once more slump into his warmth. The scent of leather, gunpowder and something uniquely him fill your nostrils as you inhale.

"Better, dove?"

"Mhhm," You hum in contentment.

"That's my girl," He purrs as he hooks an arm about your waist and gently tugs you closer. "Now how's about we see about thankin' me proper for saving your sorry ass?"

[rarepears]

So for Hannibal born Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe’s first son, I can see it happening so much because Hannibal would wake up with a demon for a father and just be like yeah that fits. Hannibal would love the demon realm considering they eat humans, assuming Shen Yuan even allows that. 

But also Hannibal latching onto this child that reminds him of a time when he was an older brother to a wonderful little girl and and and and" yep this is my sibling and I'm going to teach it everything I know. "

Also, I would find it funny if Will Graham ended up being  Shang Qinghua and Mobei-Juns kid. Simply because I feel like Will needs a parent that understands what it's like to know a little too much about a person as if they were that person. (CAUSE I AM, a firm believer that once Shang Qinghua remembers side character 3456 then he remembers EVERYTHING about side character 3456) and the drama for Cucumber Bro having to deal with the fact that his “straight” (oblivious cucumber bo strikes again but who can blame him no one understands wtf Will and Hannibal got going on) son being weird with that hack authors spawn. 

It's airplane bro’s fault. It always is.

Any typos or weird grammar im sorry!

Shang Qinghua: Cucumber bro, your eldest really inherited that Shen Qingqiu bitch please face and the protagonist's talent to be perfect in everything he tries!

Shen Yuan: And yours is also a nervous wreck constantly wringing his hands.

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Yeah the motley gang are going to assume that Hannibal inherited more of Luo Binghe's demon-ness (with Shen Qingqiu's personality). Truly, Hannibal is the perfect demon heir! If only all the demons in the palace weren't bad influences and got him to also eat human flesh, Shen Yuan bemoans.

But hey, Hannibal eats the rude and uncivilized - and there's a lot of bad people in PIDW that should indeed be culled, so it's no skin shaved off of Shen Yuan's morality.

Will Graham is truly the perfect fit to be Shang Qinghua's kid! He knows too much just by looking at someone - or will demonic mindsets and thought processes stump him and finally give him some peace and quiet? Hm...

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[vampv0id]

I invite you over insisting I have a secret dvd containing season 4 of Hannibal. But it's just a fake season 4 where Mads Mikkelsen is replaced by african forest buffalo. The suit is way too big for him. He has no fucking lines. Will argues with him like nothing has changed. It's like Peppermint Larry with Candy Wife.

[lastcellontheleft]

We didn’t get a S4 announcement, but you know what the absolute best thing about today’s C2E2 Hannibal panel truly was? 

For almost the first time since the show ended, Fannibals showed how profitable Hannibal can still be. 

C2E2 sold out of their remaining VIP ticket packages with guaranteed panel seating within 48 hours of the reunion announcement. Paid PopVerse subscriptions to stream the panel spiked with previously untapped demos (if socials are anything to go by). The largest event hall at C2E2 was overcapacity 45 minutes before the panel; while that’s normal for cons like SDCC and NYCC, in my experience that’s less common at C2E2.

Not to mention Mads and Hugh making bank with autograph and photo-op sales; a huge component of drawing in good talent to table at cons as well, making sure they make enough over the weekend to justify their presence beyond panel appearances. From a talent booking/event management perspective, this is the absolute dream scenario.

So, here’s the super fun part: ReedPop, the company that owns C2E2, also owns/operates New York Comic Con (NYCC), one of the highest-profile US entertainment conventions after San Diego Comic-Con. Now that ReedPop is aware of the viability of Hannibal programming, it would be extremely surprising if RP didn’t attempt a run at a larger, proper reunion panel at NYCC.

Honestly, great job, team. 2024 could very well be the year we get real buzz going again!

[cannibalovers]

"Hannibal, stop stabbing ppl for buying me drinks."

[valsyngur]

Will's first vs last kill

aka Will's becoming/evolution appreciation post