#hannibal mask if it slayed....

[martyrbat]

batman and wildcat #2

[ID: two panels of Batman in restraints. He has spiked gloves on and a white, full front mask on over his cowl—which prevents him from seeing anything. In the first panel he's kneeling with his hands down between his spread thighs. Two men stand behind him on both sides and are only shown from the torso and crotch down. One demands to the other, “Give him the rules.” The second panel is a close-up on Batman from the shoulders up. One of the criminals is holding an electric baton underneath his chin as Batman tries to turn his head away. END ID]

[horrorvillaintourney]

HORROR'S NEXT TOP GENDER, ROUND FOUR MATCH EIGHT: Will Graham (Hannibal) vs. Leatherface (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

PROPAGANDA FOR WILL:

"he gives me gender envy and is just like me fr fr"

PROPAGANDA FOR LEATHERFACE:

"To me bubba is gender fluid, and autistic. The masks she wears represent her current state of being, and are literally a way of masking. She enacts gender performatively for different events"

"Gender Fluid Royalty. Rustic butch who works with their hands. King of meat, queen of the saw. Rocks the apron and the suit. What gender are they on any given kill? Who's to slay!"

"Leatherface is gender in that real fucked up way only trauma genders can exist. He's put into the position of housewife by his family until the end of the movie when he's in a suit and tie. All the while wearing his characteristic mask."

"Genderfluid icon, switches gender by switching his masks depending on his mood, becomes a beautiful drag queen by the end of the movie (such a shame they didn't keep the scene of him showing off his makeup skills), likes to dress very fancy, enjoys jewelry.... etc etc.[...] He wears the face of different people, thus enbodying their identity. Each mask serves to express a part of himself, no matter the gender, age or appearance. Leatherface prefers to present and express himself through different genders. [...] All in all, Leatherface's gender is very ambiguous and fluid in the og movie, which gives me gender envy as a nonbinary person tbh."

[allio-corporations]

Got inspired by a thing on the r/HannibalTV subreddit. It talked about a zombie apocalypse au/TWD AU where Hannibal is immune to the bite (probably due to the amount of people he eats), and is the hope for a cure. So, he (only bc Will wants him to or would be jeopardy if he didn’t), Will, Jack Crawford, and the rest of the still living merry band go off to make a cure.

Here is some of my TWD Hannibal crossover HCs:

- The zombies would be less inclined to attack or pay attention to Hannibal (maybe because he smells similar to them bc of the bite despite being immune?) Similar to how if you put on Walker skin/blood or even have Walker pets/on a chain in TWD, those near Hannibal, use some of his donated blood, or even wear the things he wore for long periods of time when they’re in hoards aren’t attacked/paid attention to by the zombies?

- (Like he would openly donate his blood to protect Will, and he could smell the amount of blood necessary, or how long he needs to wear articles of clothing to make sure the item masks Will’s smell. He only does so for Will, lets Jack and anyone else in the group find their own zombie blood/cover. Could lead to some good tension or cute scenes bc everyone else is trying to make their disguises, but Hannibal is prancing through the horde, with Will wearing his clothes - part of a suit jacket and whatever else Hannibal deems necessary for Will. Hannibal having a grand old time finding expensive wine, or old classical records, even rare instruments in homes abandoned on their way to the facility, as he drags Will along. If Will’s dogs are still alive, Will definitely makes Hannibal cover the dogs, especially Winston, in either dried out zombie skin from Hannibal’s last meal, or use Hannibal’s clothing on the dogs.

- Another idea is that if it’s a large crowd and Will wouldn’t be protected by just walking next to or just wearing Hannibal’s clothes (and Hannibal would not put zombie skin on Will unless dried out and made exactly to fit Will), they have to share a large coat/trench coat to get through a horde. Hannibal definitely elated, and Will either embarrassed due to the group witnessing this, annoyed, or enjoys it as well, maybe all three.)

- Hannibal still definitely cooks the meals, but doesn’t feed Will zombie flesh bc I think he’d not want to risk Will getting infected if he’s not immune, but humans that aren’t infected yet who are rude/put Will in danger that Hannibal can’t easily get him out of are still definitely on the menu.

- The majority of the group want to kill him, Jack, Zeller, and Alana definitely do, but can’t because he’s the only known chance of a cure. Others in the group are amused - Price who could definitely enjoy having conversations with Hannibal despite everything (I think Hannibal would find him amusing, he’s usually polite, and he doesn’t take stupid risks imo), Margot probably still thinks she owes Hannibal a bit for helping get rid of her brother/ensuring she got an heir/and got together with Alana bc of his choices, and of course Chiyoh who is sick and tired of people (especially Hannibal and Will at times) but sees Hannibal as family.

(A work in progress snippet of Will having to use Hannibal’s blood and clothes Hannibal wears a lot to evade zombies):

Will and Hannibal gaze across the freshly frozen landscape - an old mall parking. The wintery lot hosting two parking garages, one of the west end and the other the east side of the mall, both about 4 stories tall above ground, with at least one floor below. The two are off the highway near the massive lot. As Hannibal turns to pass Will the binoculars he had been holding, the couple realized two things: That they were going to have to get into the mall to escape the incoming icy storm. And how they’re going to have to get into the mall, and passed the ocean of zombies that were almost in a mosh pit esq. state within the lot in front of the mall. It has been 2 years since they slayed their dragon together, and 4 months since the world fell apart. The two had come back to the states to have an old friend for dinner when everything went to shit. A week after they had gotten into the states, once again to have an old friend for dinner, and finally secure Will’s old pack, the world went into panic. The pair had luckily been able to get Will’s old remaining dogs, but not been able to have their dinner, when they got a call from Chiyoh saying the harbors were compromised, and were stuck there until further notice.

About 2 months back, as Will was protecting Buster, one of his original and most stubborn dogs, Hannibal pushed Will out of the way to prevent him from getting bit. In the act of protecting Will with his body, Hannibal got bit in the shoulder. Once the two had escaped the close quarters home they had been taking refuge in, they ran until they came across an old urgent care center. The two cleared the building, but realized they had to decide what would happen once Hannibal turned. The two had seen the fact that these zombies could be tricked (by using their skin to hide in or their blood/guts). There was also the option of using a zombie as a deterrent, similar to a pet or guard. Hannibal obviously preferred Will use him for disguise or deterrent once he turned. So they waited…. And waited. After two days, Hannibal had only shown signs of a mild fever and small infection, which cleared up thanks to the medical supplies left in the urgent care. So, the two and their dogs traveled on. Despite the bite mark being slightly visible even with Hannibal’s clothing, he never turned.

That’s not to say Hannibal didn’t experience side effects. His already heightened sense became borderline superhuman or supernatural, he became more durable and required less normal food or water. They even figured out that Hannibal didn’t attract zombies, he blended in. The only side effect one could consider negative being that Hannibal sometimes required a bit of human or zombie flesh (either worked, and both were edible raw or cooked to Hannibal now). Over time, they realized that it was their smell which determined if they could pass through hordes.

When they realized that it was their sense of smell the creatures relied upon, Hannibal began to store and save vials of his blood for Will and the pack to use if a situation got out of hand. As the two tried to find either a way back home to Cuba or a more permanent place to stay, at least until they could get a boat to sail home, Hannibal began to experiment. Hannibal tested if the clothes he wore consistently would also work, and it did - longer he wore an item, and the closer it was to his actual skin, the better chance of success through a horse for the uninfected.

So, whenever the pair ran into a horde in their travels, they’d put the dogs in zombie skin coats (think Minecraft wolf armor or dog jackets with hoods). Then Will would seap clothes with Hannibal, or if it was cold, similar to the weather the pair faced now, Will would share Hannibal’s coat with him.

This situation worked, not losing a single member of their pack, and Will remaining unscathed, at least from the undead. Their solace in their travels seemingly just being them ended about three weeks before they ended up outside the mall lot. It seems Uncle Jack and some old friends they wished to have for dinner survived and found them. While the two had bumped into people, with various outcomes, no one ever stayed with them very long. (As most people who didn’t realize who the pair were ended up still unsettled by them, while others were rude or dumb enough to end up on the menu, at least for Hannibal). But, since Hannibal had survived that bite, word had gotten around from the few who encountered the pair and lived.

During a normal medical run to treat some scrapes Winston had gotten when they were on the road, old Uncle Jack and the merry band found them, and immediately recognizing them, but realizing Hannibal was the one who was immune, it was obvious what they were going to do. So, the pair booked it, Hannibal leading them away as Will ran back to their temporary house to gather their go bags and dogs. As they reunited at their predetermined meeting point, a shot rang off.

Realizing they were trapped and hearing a sudden gasp and yelp of pain, Hannibal snapped to see the shot was in fact not a warning. There on the ground lay Will, shot in the shoulder, mirroring Hannibal’s own injury, the very same one which had led to their survival and protection. Hannibal getting in front of Will, eyes the group only to see who shot Will. A middle age, blonde woman who had a clear fbi service piece. It was the former director who tried to get Will imprisoned and Jack into retirement. As Hannibal tries to deliberate between attacking and getting Will away, in mere seconds more chaos unfolds. Two more shots then sounded off. One being from Will’s own gun, missing the director, obviously due to his shoulder injury. The other being from an old orderly of Hannibal’s time in the BSHCI, a rude young gentleman who had destroyed Hannibal’s artwork and writings while imprisoned. Thankfully the third shot missing by a mile due to the pig shaking like a leaf realizing his group had just attacked possibly the most dangerous pair left alive.

After that third shot, with Will and the dogs pulled behind him, Hannibal charged the woman and the old orderly. Two more shots ring out, but one misses and the other grazing his leg, which does nothing besides cause his leg to flinch, serving to make him even more angry. He ends up biting the woman in the jugular, almost similar to how Will bit Cordell at the Verger farm the night before Hannibal’s capture, and even more eerily reminiscent of Hannibal’s attack on the Red dragon. She is left limp and bleeding, no one daring to rush to help her, not even Jack, who remains stunned. The orderly getting thrown against a piece of large cement debris from a collapsed building in the outskirts of what was Baltimore.

Both individuals injured, no one else in the group willing to render aid or attack Hannibal, let alone Will, Hannibal begins to simmer down, rendering aid to Will. In mere moments of the encounter, it goes quiet, to which Jack finally finds his voice, thankfully a voice of negotiation. Offering legal immunity to Hannibal and Will once the world is put back together, if they come with them. The remains of this group were looking for the person who supposedly had immunity, planning to take them to a lab out in the Midwest. Essentially this lab wanted to see if Hannibal’s blood and immune system holds a chance of a cure or at least a way to be survive a bite.

Hannibal barely listens as he patches up Will’s shoulder, pulling his own well worn jacket over Will, and clipping the dogs’ own disguises/skin suits on to them as well, preparing to leave. Only when Will sits up and asks to hear Jack out does Hannibal stop. If they received full legal immunity, they could get home, and not be bothered again, at least until they found out about any restocks of the freezer in the Graham-Lecter household. Jack, swearing on Bella’s own name, promises his end of the bargain. And Will, seeing that the individuals who attacked them are good as dead, silently asks Hannibal to go along with it for now.

Hannibal, unwavering in his devotion, politely accepts the offer, but warns Jack if anything comes upon Will or the pack during this journey, there would be worse consequences than death or hell itself to pay. Suddenly, they’re off.

During the next three weeks, close calls are had, but none upon the pack or Will. And as they trek, they catch up with not only good Uncle Jack, but Zeller and Price too. Price being a source of good conversation. Him being interested in Hannibal’s condition and sharing theories, pleasant if not weary and more aware of his surroundings than before Hannibal’s exposure and the world falling apart. Zeller was more weary, snippy, but was useful on the road.

Which lands them where they are now, outside a major resting point and shelter, the mall. It seems the weather is likely to be bad for the next week, with possible multiple feet in snow, making Hannibal have the need to find shelter, not really for himself or his other companions, but Will. As the rest of the group huddled in an overpass nearby, the two scouted a way in. Knowing the only way in was through the horde, the duo put the covers on the dogs, and told the group to put on their skins. The rest of the group used old zombie skins as face masks and coverings, while the dogs had zombie skin jackets or coverings. Will ultimately had the best cover, and it was Hannibal. One of the vials of Hannibal’s blood was - which had worked the same as zombie blood and guts as disguise - saved in their pack was opened and put across Will’s face. With its remnants being put on their dogs’ faces. Hannibal unzipped his coat, which they had found while on the road, was able to fit Will in if Will kept his arms to his sides, and promptly being zipped closed once more.

The duo quietly stepped across the freezing lot, barely missing a sheet of ice. Once inside, they waved on the group. Well, at least Will did, as Hannibal was working on closing off an area for the group, though really for himself, Will, and the dogs.

By the time Will had directed the group via walkie talkie into an entrance near the over pass that was light on zombies, Hannibal had already set up a spot to sleep and a small, secure fire was going. Will glanced over after the door was shut and a shelving unit was placed in front of it, to see the dogs safely asleep, next to where Hannibal was finishing up the details on the their sleeping arrangements. The others - Jack, Jimmy, Price, Beverly, Miriam, Clarice, and a few other stragglers mainly from the FBI - had begun to find their own sleeping quarters in designated groups, knowing full well that until his and Will’s own safety/comfort was ensured, he wouldn’t be helping anyone else. While it frustrated Will, Hannibal’s borderline coddling at times annoying him at times, that mindset had saved his dogs and Will’s own life too many times to remember.

Will, knowing that unless he approves of their spot, two conjoined shops - one a home goods esq. store and the other being an appliances store - that were connected by a door, but seemingly became a more opened floor plan recently, was befitting of them. Will slid over to Hannibal as he was deciding on how to give them cover and privacy while also having a visual advantage, helping Hannibal pull up a set of sheets to have privacy. Then, the two pushed the display shelves over to best cover their position. In the end, it was one of their better makeshift camps. Now all that was left to do was two things. Firstly, make sure security wasn’t breached else where in the mall, even if that meant having to go deal with certain individuals. The second being gathering up any food or important items (cooking supplies, gas, food, batteries, fresh water, possible weapons, good clothing, etc.) to use later down the line, once the now icy, wall of a blizzard that’s now raging outside passes over.

The two set off into the rest of the mall, leaving the dogs safely in their allotted space. As the two begin to trot down the main hall of the mall, Hannibal turns to Will and finally asks; “Tell me mylimasis, did you find our quarters amiable? Was there anything you wish to change or add?”

Will glancing over in response, merely looking unimpressed - not by their arrangements, no he greatly enjoyed those - but by the sheer dramatics of Hannibal’s tone.

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That’s all I got for now! Very much a wip! Would love to have suggestions or people build upon this (especially if they tag me for it!)

[blackghostm2o]

Guess what time is it? The time for another shitty rambling session about PotO!!! YAYY!

Audience? Me

Phantom ramblings n.??? REALLY LONG YAPPING SESSION BEWARE!

This time it’s PotO at Trieste (I wonder if they’ll ever return to Italy T.T either that or I have to go to London, tho I’ve never been there so it would be nice in general. Also baffled by how many dates are there. Omfg!!!)

This is a non-replica/ reimagined so they do things a bit differently.

The costumes are almost all different, I do admit that I prefer the original ones. For example, the Phantom here doesn’t have his “m’lady” hat (the fedora), his vest is not black but white, the cape has a different cut, not ✨shiny✨ and has red insides. Or the dress in Hannibal doesn’t have the characteristic design with red and green, but it’s pale-blue.

Still talking about costumes, but moving specifically to the masquerade: SO… All the costumes are pretty simple, not as showy as the original ones, but (THO take this with a grain of salt) I think that they decided to take more inspiration from La Commedia dell’arte or at least more traditional costumes and also dances (at least in some parts), which is a really nice touch, so I prefer this choice. (Btw this year, if everything goes well, I’ll participate to one of those traditional ball for Carnevale, maybe I’ll return to this post to “confirm or deny” this statement). Interesting having a moment where Christine and Raoul are completely alone. The Red death’s costume is a bit sad… As other people said: “The Red death is Erik serving cunt.” And here it is SO PLAIN, but also pretty close to how Edgar Allan Poe describes it, a simple red tunic… So maybe they were going for that, idk. Tho him being surrounded by everyone and then vanishing, just to appear again next to Christine (who was “escorted” away by Raoul, being actually useful for once) for the “YOUR CHAINS ARE STILL MINE…” was cool af. Sad how Raoul and Moncharmin have a normal frac, but Firmin was a total slay with his pink dress.

At first I was: “Oh… No funky costume? :(“

Then lmao

This is the Red death btw

Btw I love the Don Juan costume here, it is really strange, but I adore it. Love the gaudy colors and the big ass hat, hahaha. Also during ponr I really really like how he starts to sing to Christine and we hear Piangi’s voice and then it transitions into the Phantom’s one, not the usual Piangi goes away and then Phantom immediately pops up. I wonder if they wanted to show him being able to perfectly mimic Piangi’s voice (so maybe being: “Well… He’s an amazing ventriloquist and his voice is capable of mesmerising people, he would totally pull this shit off”) OR to show the moment in which Christine understands that Don Juan is the Phantom. Another interesting thing is how the second unmasking goes here… Yes Christine gets his mask, but HE takes off the hat… Why? Was he too overwhelmed? Christine teases him a lot and goes for a kiss, which makes him flinch (fucking loved that) and looks a bit uncomfortable. Hmm…

Unmasking you say? Let’s talk about the first unmasking (I’m sorry, ik that this post is such a mess and I’m continually jumping instead of going in chronological order… But I can’t really help it). Hehe, I’m not a really big fan of how MotN has the Phantom mostly sitting while singing it, I do prefer when he’s moving around, teasing, being close to Christine… Don’t understand this change, honestly. The interesting thing (for me) is “Stranger than you dreamt it” (which also lives rent free in my head): here Erik (ik it’s not correct calling him like that, but it’s shorter and a bit more humane than PHANTOM) is not lost in his action of composing, BUT it’s not like the stupid restaged version that has him “Oh yeah! Let’s just do my make up while Christine is right there! OH YEAH! I’VE BEEN TOUCHED BY THE ONLY PERSON HERE LET’S JUST LOOK AT THEM WITHOUT THE MASK.” No, not like that. He stops composing and glances at her (a couple of times) starts again, as if trying to distract himself, but he can’t help himself so he completely stops and turns around not facing her and seeming so anxious about it : “Omg, she’s awake. What do I do???” While swinging a bit. She them sits next to him and he looks at her… Almost lost admiring her, so lost that he doesn’t realise that she’s going to take off his mask. A bit sad that they have cut him crawling on the ground, but God… Him rockin and being scared when Christine got close… Omfg…

I swear I’m really normal about his phantom, I SWEAR!

I don’t like how Christine wanted to throw herself off the opera house in the roof scene, I can’t really see Christine doing that.

Loved when they had Erik FUCKING SWINGING AROUND THE STAGE MADLY LAUGHING INSTEAD OF JUST HAVING HIS SHADOW!!! AND SWINGS ON THE CHANDELIER!!! HILARIOUS AF. CAT BEHAVIOUR.

Look at this mf

I wonder if it was a stunt double or not, hahaha. Seems fun to do tho.

Having Raoul shirtless in the final lair was totally unnecessary, pfft hahaha. I wonder how they went about it: “ Hmm… Yk… Fanservice has never hurt, we obviously cannot have the Phantom like that, but Raoul… He somehow has lost his shirt while trying to get to Christine!” “But sir-“ “Shush! People will enjoy this!” Jokes aside I like how he actually looks like he is getting chocked (them taking him above the ground) and how he briefly loses consciousness, leaving Christine and Erik trying to get him up (mostly Christine, Erik was like ”GO AWAY! LEAVE ME!” And I was thinking ”My man… At least help her a bit… The dude is massive, no way she could do it alone.”)

About the final lair there are some things that I prefer in the 25th (like the kiss! Ohh don’t get me started on it), but I do like how more aggressive he is here. Also here there’s him rocking like in the first unmasking, this swinging between violent fury and being in a moment of full weakness maybe after realising his actions? Or just being too overwhelmed by the whole situation, not knowing what to do… Everything not going as planned, not following any schemes. Idk, but I like it a lot.

The mechanic wings on Erik as the angel of death are smart and stupid at the same time, hahaha. They where just to show off, let’s be honest. Maybe a bit goofy.

I feel that there where added some small elements to crater more to an Italian audience? Like the “IDIOTI!” At the first rehearsal or Carlotta saying “Ah beh!” As the countess after saying “Pretence” ( pretty funny, ngl). I also liked how she and Piangi had a thick accent (ik that’s not unusual).

So yeah… Enjoyed it. Unfortunately the audio quality was quite horrible, but I’m glad that I could see this thx for a user here who jailbroke it (bless you).

Well… If you’ve read to this point, holy shit! Thx.

G’night :) <3

[theladyfae]

gala-ready alana bloom <3

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[sparkles-and-trash]

Riverdale Recap, Chapter Forty-Six

“Betty investigates a bunch of suicides and Jughead meets one of Hirams mysterious allies. Archie is losing control.”

 - episode description on the Norwegian Netflix, and I’m already crying 

- Ohhh Jughead is writing again and being all “look at all the obscure references I can throw into one sentence I’m WEIRD and I have a WEIRD HAT” 

- his best excuse is “Tall Boy is on a bus” 

- Betty discussing murders with her Dad is such a Hannibal thing but it’s so stupid like Hal isn’t exactly Dr Lecter lol

- Archie is too distraught to go to college, which is over a year away 

- aaand he’s fighting construction worker 

- Veronica is the only person left I love in this show (and Veggie) 

- omfg these scenes with this music is so cheesy and DUMB what the hell are they trying to do here 

- Hermione is such a queen I hope to Godess she shot him 

- Jughead is literally a kid why does he think he can do this 

- poor Fred having to deal with all this shit goddamn 

- hehehe Betty the net, Cheryl is still funny 

- and riight those two dummies killed a man on accident I cannot this is too much 

- can’t wait for the musical episode, it could NOT be added at any sillier moment if they tried 

- mObSPlaiN 

- Smithers and Reggie, the REAL MVP’s 

- okay I bet Clifford was really Claudius and the other way around, real parent trap shit 

- of course there’s a sex club and of course Betty and Jughead is there 

- Penelope is over these lil’ nets 

- fake nuns 

- who even are all the people in Veronicas club 

- cAn I pLeAsE gEt a WaFfLe -nOthEr BarTeNdEr?! 

- Josie stepping up giving Archie a shower, real good shit

- THE MOURGE GUY IS SO CREEPY I LOVE HIM 

- honestly I kinda like Archie and Josie, platonic or romantic idk 

- RIGHT, Kevin, where the fuk is my gay son Kevin 

- hmmm maaaybe selling the drug business will backfire, just MAYBE

- Betty is so high on herself and being Nancy Drew she doesn’t stop to think about anything, ever, and she’s actually hopeless 

- Penelope cleansing the down for garbage men is such a mood

- OHH THE CHIC CARD, NOICE 

- “cRiMe ToWN”

- cocky juggler Jug hehe 

- omfg Hermione is banging Minetta that’s funny

- Sweet Pea the Spy, such a good boy who cannot whisper I love him

- this show is getting so dark, like I can’t see anything anymore it’s ANNOYING

- pls don’t hurt my Billy Loomis FP Jones 

- OMFG FP WHY U DUMB 

- ooh creepy hospital, that’s an aesthetic I love 

- wait Archie maybe don’t do that? 

- omfg Archie and the masked shooter be like 

- nice use of Tall Boy being dead, real nice 

- Alice smiling as Fp says tall boy is dead is a big mood 

- Reggie is so soft and good I love him so much and I just 

- omg Archie calling Veronica what did he even say 

- “YOOO HE DEAD”

- “bro?” “bro.” 

- aww Josie and Archie are sweet 

- really I mean it

- everyone is messing with Hermione’s business and she’s over it 

- finally someone put Jughead in his place

- YAS Hermione SLAY

- OR SHOOT OR WHATEVER

- “it’s Riverdale” 

- I bet that’s what the writers tell themselves to sleep at night 

Another wild ride there, fellas. Already exited for next time, this is so much fun 

[catatonicemotions]

Masks Worn For You

"There is an argument to be made that masks are the greatest tools of thieves."

"Most would say not an argument, but common knowledge. Who else has need of a mask?" Will countered as he picked up an asymmetrical mask shaped like a crescent moon, admiring its Robin’s egg blue exterior and black lace trim.

"Liars, I would assume." Hannibal replied with a smirk as he picked up a half mask with an over-exaggerating furrowed brow, holding it up to his face by the wooden handle and turning towards Will. "Half a face still covers an entire lie."

"That's not necessarily true." Will said with his own rueful grin as he took the mask from Hannibal's hand. "If your mask was whole, I wouldn't be able to tell which mouth was trying to deceive me. A half mask gives me half a chance to see the truth."

Hannibal looked at Will for a moment before reaching for another mask, this one meant to only cover the lower face and painted with a menacing snarl. He held it against Will's bearded skin. “And what if I were to only cover your mouth?”

Will's bright smile could be seen even through the mask. “I don't know, Doctor. You tell me. I wasn't the only one muzzled by the BSHCI.”

Hannibal couldn't help but laugh. “I find it is quite hard to slay dragons when my best weapon is hindered.”

Will's laugh echoed with Hannibal's as they continued to peruse the small antique shop, but Will found himself back near the small section for Venetian masks as one in particular caught his eye. Once at the register with their purchases for the new safe house, Hannibal raised an eyebrow at the black half mask Will put on the counter. It was only meant to cover the eyes and had a border of small red rhinestones around it's edge, but the obsidian antlers tipped in red paint and extending a good six inches from the temples of the mask were what really caught Hannibal's eye. Will paid for the mask and took it with a smile from the cashier, quickly grabbing the rest of their bags and ushering his companion outside.

Hannibal opened his mouth to ask Will about his purchase but was silenced as Will held the mask up to Hannibal's eyes and placed a chaste kiss against his lips. “A gift for my deceitful dragon slayer.”

A fond smile curved the cannibal's lips. “It will be the only mask I ever wear for you.”

Will knew he had found nothing but the whole truth in those words.

**This was my entry for the Hannigram After The Fall zine. It didn't make it, but it was fun to write since I've been unable to write a lot about our boys lately. Congrats to everyone who did make it into the zine, tho!!

[identically-different]

Beauty and Rage (6/?)

Title: Beauty and Rage (6/?)

Authors: @destinyawakened @mrs-graham-lecter​

Rating: M

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six |

Pairings/Characters: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Anthony Dimmond

Summary: Born in a facility that breeds and trains soldiers to fight beasts and demons, Will has his own ideas on what life should mean. On his escape, he adapts quickly to his new, unfortunate surroundings and takes to the male escort life with incredible ease. His life takes a sudden change when he meets Hannibal Lecter, a devilishly handsome man with an alluring, and unlikely past, and is not all what he seems.

Hannibal kept his ear to the ground, trying to locate the ghost of Gui's curator to no avail. The only thing left to do would be to go there in person without the added knowledge he'd hoped to acquire.

After getting back from the out of town trip, the devilish man helped Gui bring in the luggage and put it away. He wrapped his arms around his boy's shoulders and smiled. "Tomorrow we will find him, and sever all ties. He will no longer be a threat to our happiness."

“So you say,” Gui replied, giving Hannibal a hopeful gaze, but he honestly knew better. Gui turned in his arms to look at him properly.

"Are you doubtful?" Hannibal asked, having been around for centuries, fought many battles. He leaned in to kiss Gui's nose, waiting to hear his real feelings on the matter and not masked compliance. "You can speak freely with me, dear boy."

“We know nothing aside from what little I knew about him, what if something goes wrong?” Gui asked, insistent that they be ready, not running in gung ho.

"There is a chance of something going wrong if we know or do not know everything about him," Hannibal offered, but then relented. "However, we will wait, if you wish, continue our search for information."

“Something has to be around, right? A facility like that doesn’t just exist without… merit or reason?” Gui asked, straighten up a little, wanting to be serious about doing this right.

"Yes," Hannibal agreed, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "What do you remember about when you left there? Any small detail will be of use in our quest."

“I left a bloody trail,” Gui said with a smirk, smiling over at Hannibal as they put their things away. “It was gray, dull, strict. There were these… arenas, they called it ‘The Pits’, where they brought in beasts to slay, to train us.”

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Hellos firstly are you OK? And next plz moar abo.........💘

1. yes I am OK thank you for asking

2. (X) (X) (X) and hmmm…. how’s about a/b/o wrath of the lamb!

It’s not just Will’s mind but his scent which is ridiculously attractive to killers.

After the ‘is Hannibal in love with me?’ revelation, he finally starts to wean himself off his Repressants (the whole time he’s luring the Dragon he’s deliberately making himself more enticing, as an omega, as bait. Which appals Hannibal, for obvious reasons, although it does save Will’s ass when the Dragon corners him in his motel room. Cuz the Dragon is all ‘ooo I find you mysteriously non-killable suddenly for some reason.’)

So then Will says his ‘goodbye’ to Hannibal – who does that desperate ‘think about me’ plea because he thinks Will coming off his reps means he is readying to go back into the world without him and find another alpha.

And then comes the day when Will comes to say ‘pretty please’.

Hannibal doesn’t know which specific day he’s coming, only that suddenly Denise and another beta orderly are prepping to come into his cell, trussing him up in the strait-jacket and then putting him on the gurney and getting the anti-scent mask out. 

They’re all like okay now you’re not gunna kick up a fuss, are you Doctor Lecter, we’re not gunna have any trouble with you are we?

And then a strange sound echoes round his cell, like the hooting of wild birds in a jungle, and Hannibal realises that all the other inmates of the BSHCI are calling out, making noise, absolutely bringing the house down for some reason. 

The sound gets closer and closer.

And then in walks Will.

He's the reason all the insane cooped-up alphas are kicking off, hollering and screaming, threatening violence or promising him the moon if he’ll just come closer, because he’s in the beginning stages of heat. 

The first time Hannibal’s smellovision has had a completely unobstructed shot at him for three frickin’ years, and he’s in heat.

And he’s deliberately timed it for when he’s seeing Hannibal. 

So while Will is talking to him the orderlies are tensed to spring should Hannibal go all possessive alpha at this unbonded omega, just waltzing up to him, practically rubbing Hannibal’s face in his heat-scent, but what the orderlies fail to realise is that Hannibal is in such a twinkly pink cloud of alpha-daze nirvana that Will could probably say ‘okay we’re gunna chop your head off now Hannibal, is that alright?’ and he’d just be like ‘yeah… yeah… that’s…. whatever you want…‘ 

Much to Hannibal’s chagrin Will pops a repressant again just before they get in the ambulance, just to take the edge off long enough for them to slay the Dragon, but by the time that’s done the pill has worn off enough that they’re both enveloped in lovely heat-scent perfume as they’re making their declarations on the cliff-top.

But then Will pushes them over the edge, and the while they’re recovering/escaping by boat he goes back on the reps (despite Hannibal’s protests). The reps reduce Will’s symptoms but can’t knock the heat off entirely, so Hannibal ends up spending his whole convalescence in that same lovely pink twinkly cloud of heat-scent while Will is pottering round the boat and though it’s excruciating because he can’t do anything it’s also a huge part of the reason he survives.