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Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Coarse language, fluffy ending?

Stressed? No problem. All you needed was Lilette

Lilette gets up early every morning, sometimes even before the sun rises. Most of the time, she gets back to sleep since, well, it was too early to be up. Other times, she just gets her day started already. Anyway, today, your girlfriend was up at the crack of dawn. Literally. The sun had just risen when she woke up while you were still fast asleep having worked a shift that ended after midnight. The weeks been stressful with multiple consecutive working days and late night shifts, you were simply down on your luck. But, you were glad you had the next couple days off to let go of the stresses of the week while awaiting your new roster to get sent to your work chat.

Your stress levels had you wanting some form of relief but you never had the energy to initiate anything so you didn’t. You could only focus on getting through your shifts and getting home— you’ve been exhausted. But that didn’t mean that your mind didn’t know what you wanted and wandered in your sleep.

Soon, you’d been drifting in and out of sleep, not wanting to get out of bed just yet. But what made you focus was the feeling of Lilette’s palm trailing up your thigh and squeezing it. If you weren’t awake before, you definitely were now. Just that your eyes were still closed. You flinched when she did so, which let her know they you were awake. Being a deep sleeper, she knew for a fact that you wouldn’t have flinched if you were asleep. “Are you awake, baby?” Lilette asks in a hum, her hand still caressing your skin.

You bit back a whine that was caught in your throat, taking in a deep breath. She chuckles to herself, “Did you think I wouldn’t hear you?”

You shook your head though, “No.” She started going closer and closer to the space between your thighs. Your leg jerked back as if on reflex, she held on to your inner thigh now. “‘m sleepy.” You muttered.

“Mm, I could still help you out though, if you want me to.”

You were nodding right away, making her very happy. You feel her hand moving to the space between your legs, fingertips ghosting the area of your clit over the fabric of your shorts and underwear. Lilette was swiftly removing those two pieces of fabric from your body, which shocked you seeing as she wasn’t typically one to move this fast. But, given how wound up you got from your dream alone, it seemed as though she was doing exactly what you needed. You barely even needed to lift your hips off the bed for Lilette to remove those, she was as eager as you were.

You didn’t exactly show how badly you needed her since you were more concerned about getting some more sleep. But as long as you’d given her the permission, she was glad to make you feel good. You feel some movement, then Lilette was sat beside you, right by your legs while her fingers toyed with your clit to build up the arousal. She’s returned to her usual habits now when it came to pleasuring you, though you didn’t know why. But you weren’t going to complain, because no matter what, it was working. Your mind was drifting away by the second.

Her fingertips barely touched your clit and you seethed, writhing in the seats. Her grip on your thigh tightens. “So sensitive already…poor thing. So pent up?” Lilette asks, her voice barely above a whisper. A whine falls from your lips, your eyes still closed, wanting her to do the work while you relaxed. You feel her fingers gliding up and down your slit, making you bite your lip to muffle the noises beginning to come out of your mouth without much effort at all. She laughs, face now dangerously close to your cunt. Lilette was leaning over, fingers beginning to push into you, her lips wrapping around the hood of your clit simultaneously sending a shock down your spine, causing your back to arch just ever so slightly.

“Woah, pretty girl. So eager, hm?” She asks sweetly, as if her pace wasn’t picking up and fucking you senseless.

“…fuck.” You swallowed thickly, breathing growing heavier and heavier the more you felt her against you, savouring every little bit of you.

“You could’ve just told me earlier and I would’ve helped you take the edge off.” She says, free hand groping your ass while her tongue keeps lapping you up. “You didn’t have to suffer, y’know? Going through shift after shift, feeling so frustrated.”

Your breath hitches, a cry settles in your throat, getting swallowed by you. The pleasure grows steadily, causing you to grip at the sheets beneath yourself. Lilette slows down, knowing that you were getting closer to your climax. You groaned in resistance, breath coming out in hurried pants as your hand finally found her head and tangled your hand in her hair. “Lil, I need more, I need more, please I’m so close, baby.” You pleaded, head spinning like crazy from how good it felt. It’s been weeks. You were desperate for more stimulation.

You thought she simply didn’t want to give you more, you thought she didn’t want to go faster. But hey, now, she was sucking at the swollen bundle of nerves. You didn’t anticipate it and cried out, making her chuckle. This could be working better than what she was doing before.

No words came out of your mouth at this point, just noises, and heavy breathing that was in all honesty driving Lilette a tad bit crazy too. They went in sync with her ministrations, a steady flow and melody, like music to her ears, motivating her to push you over the edge just like you wanted so much. That’s all you wanted, to feel good, to feel better. The relief. Sweet, sweet relief of all the stress and tension.

“Let me hear you, baby.” She asks while ramming into your g-spot, poking at it repeatedly. A guttural moan erupts from your throat, hitting her ears. Lilette grins, “Good girl~ you’re so close aren’t you, baby?���

You nodded sleepily, hands currently grabbing either side of your pillow as you squirmed. Lilette squeezes your thigh and you knew you had to stay still, she had to push you over the edge. And she wasn’t going to do it if you kept moving about.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” A string of obscenities fall from your lips like a chant, “Shit, Lilette— l—”

She hums, almost sounding…amused. “Who gets to fuck this pretty pussy of yours? Hm?” Her question made your lips tremble as you licked them, trying to fight the urge to let go.

Lilette laughs lowly, “Can’t talk? Aw.”

With one final shove of her two fingers, “Fuck!” You yelled, eyes snapping open when you feel yourself clenching rapidly around her, whining as tears pricked at your eyes. “Fuck~”

Hearing that, it was like a reflex and Lilette slows down gradually to a halt to allow you to find your breath. When you finally did, she began to clean you up gently, not wanting to make you uncomfortable since you were easily drifting back to sleep now. A few minutes later, she was felt pressed up against you, arms around your tired body— thanks to her, this morning. Naturally, you snuggled closer, wanting comfort from your girl.

“Feel better?”

“Mhm.” You mumbled unclearly, beginning to succumb to the sleepiness post-climax.

“Glad you do, sweet girl.” Lilette smiles, relieved. Giving you a tender kiss on your shoulder, she bites back some words, wanting to tell you to let her know what was bothering you next time in order to avoid you being so upset and frustrated. She didn’t, though knowing that there would be a better time for that conversation. You didn’t need that right now, you needed rest. Besides, the week was over and done with so it was all the more important to her that she wasn’t the one making you think about all of that chaos again. She knew it all too well to be putting you through the unnecessary stress.

Of course, she wouldn’t mind doing this all over again if it meant that you were happier after. She adored seeing and hearing you all blissed out, it made her happy that she could do that to you. Or for you, right?

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” She said softly, “You’re always doing your best. But you need to remember to take care of yourself.” To which you murmured incoherently, making her chuckle. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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💭A/N: It’s a little short but I finally got the motivation to write a new one 🥲 hope you enjoyed

[rocktheholygrail]

The Silence of the Lambs (1991) Hannibal Rising (2007) Hannibal (2013-2015)

[sheireen]

Dear followers, please could you vote for

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[grahamdolce]

Hannibal Rising | 3.06 Dolce | 3.07 Digestivo

[bobowbeau]

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[cannibalismposting]

Mads Mikkelsen and Kissing everyone, no matter the gender

[honeygrahambitch]

So now that I am reading Hannibal Rising I would like to share with you my discoveries. And this is a very interesting one.

This line appears in the book as well and it immediately sent me to this scene.

However, the line is said by someone else. Uncle Roberto and Lady Murasaki bring Hannibal to a psychiatrist to check him. He was mute at that time and heavily traumatized and wounded since his time in the russian orphanage and before.

The psychiatrist says exactly what Will says but in a quite different context. He explains that Hannibal's brain hemispheres function independently(*for the average human, the hemispheres communicate, that's why for example you wouldn't be able to draw a circle with your right hand and a square with your left hand at the same time).

So the doctor explains that that's the reason why Hannibal follows several trains of thought at once (...) and one of the trains always for his own amusement.

It's also interesting to note that the doctor says the this could have been the outcome of head trauma. We know Grutas had hit him badly to let go of Mischa. And we also know the monitors at the orphanage loved to beat him because he was mute and could not tell anyone.

[queerquaintrelle]

For those of us with taste who appreciate women…

Tagging: @malicious-compliance-esq, @dhavernasty, @spellbound-multi, @musicboxmemories, @hannibalmetaresource,, @deerabigailhobbs & @hannibelles ❤️

Ft this Gif for funsies, snooze on the bicon lady you lose @ Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter (bisexual - Will Graham, and pansexual - Lecter), bi-male lean, demisexual Abigail Hobbs is real to me but we digress.

The only ladies I am okay with Hannibal Lecter kissing are Clarice Starling and Bedelia and that’s cause they can play and beat him at his own games. It’s canon Thomas Harris said so.

Will can kiss whoever he wants, he’s just enough of a pathetic wet dog bisexual loser (canon) to make him tolerable, otherwise I would punch him for objectifying Abigail.

[rey-jake-therapist]

In the book Hannibal Rising, Hannibal was a little boy during WWII and his sister Mischa was killed and eaten by Nazis who had taken them hostage. They also forced him to eat her, which is supposed to be a very awkward and simplistic way to explain why Hannibal grew up to become hungry for human flesh.

The show however being set up in present times (they have computers, cell phone, tablets and all), there's no way Hannibal was a boy during WWII. And Hannibal states that Abigail, a teenager, reminded him of Mischa, so I think it's possible, if not necessary, that Mischa's tragedy in Bryan's mind was different than it was in Thomas Harris' book. Hannibal says at one point that he was able to forgive her only after eating her, implying that he ate her willingly; nobody force fed her to him. Mischa never betrayed him, but for her sake he betrayed himself for years, to protect her: that's what he needed to forgive her for...

It's also worth noticing that a couple of Birds of Paradise ornate Mischa Lecter's grave. It's an unusual choice of flower for a grave: birds of Paradise, in flower language, symbolize joyfulness and paradise, but it also symbolizes freedom, anticipation and excitement. It also is the official symbol of the ninth wedding anniversary, meaning it's associated with faithfulness in love.

There's no way this flower was picked up randomly: Hannibal grieved Mischa, but he also found freedom in her death. He may also consider that dying made her free as well. But he remained faithful to her memory, hence why he searched for a replacement in Abigail and, I think, in Will too -which wouldn't be an obstacle to see him in a romantic light as well: I don't think that Hannibal's definition of love is as clear cut as it is for everybody else. In the book Hannibal, for instance, he was in love with Clarice but he also wanted her to be a sister and a mother figure. For him, it's all blurred.

One last thing: the only time we saw Hannibal crying was when he talked about Abigail to Bedelia. Now it's commonly thought that he was in fact crying for Will, but I'd rather tend to think that in his mind Abigail and Will had merged in one entity at this moment. OR he was really crying for Abigail, because he genuinely wanted to create a father/brother bond with her, but made it impossible when he cut her ear and forced her to hide and play dead. We saw it in the last episode of season 2, she stayed with Hannibal because she was scared and didn't know what else to do. She would never be his Mischa again. He failed her.

[arkashas]

Hannibal Rising

Hannibal 3.06 Dolce

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[ourdesignm]

Pokémon headcanons because I’m currently watching Pokémon Horizons.

Hannibal:

Mainly Psychic + Pokémon who can do psychic moves + elegant types. All of them are high-leveled, though he’s never sought any badges or challenges. He’s more into contests.

[rey-jake-therapist]

I re watched Hannibal Rising yesterday. I had forgotten all about it, now I know why. Sadly, it's easily forgettable because if it explains why Hannibal killed and ate the cheek of the men who had murdered and eaten his sister Mischa, it doesn't explain at all why he turned into a full time cannibal who murdered anyone indifferently.

But since this post is about parallel between the show and the movies, and more precisely about the fact that in the show it's Will who steps into Hannibal's shoes, I have another nice one:

In Hannibal Rising, Lady Murasaki kisses Hannibal and tries to convince him to stop chasing his sister's murderers, but he turns away from her and tells her he will never stop. At the end of the movie, he tells her he loves her but she replies there's nothing left in him to love.

In the show, Chiyoh (who said she grew up in Lady Murasaki's house with Hannibal. She's absent from Hannibal Rising's narrative though.) kisses Will, but she's the one who throws him off the train because violence is all he understands and she doesn't trust him not to harm Hannibal.

So in love with how NBC Hannibal clearly references the Hannibal films but instead of taking them as an inspiration for Hannibal’s character, the parallels between the movies and the series always depict Will instead.

Like this scene. This is a visual reference to Hannibal Rising (2007), where Hannibal kills one of the men that ate his sister.

In the show it’s WILL taking Hannibal’s place.

After this scene in Hannibal Rising, Hannibal continues to eat the man’s cheeks.

Sounds familiar?

Also, Will’s whole prison setup is a mirror of the setup in Silence of the Lambs (1991).

Hannibal in SOTL vs Will at the end of season 1/beginning of season 2:

They could have done the obvious, which is link the tv show Hannibal to the movie Hannibals (which, to be fair, they did in S3b; Hannibal’s prison chic minimalism was very much inspired by Manhunter (1986)). But I find it so interesting that they chose to visually mirror Hannibal’s development in Will’s storyline!! They’re the same. Will is following in Hannibal’s footsteps, he’s tracing it back to where it all began to become him. Ugh

[cece693]

Velvet Ring Pt. 2 (Hannibal Lecter x M! Reader)

This has become my favorite thing to write and I'm thankful for the support it amassed. I wanted to delve more into Hannibal's POV so this includes things from the 1st part and his thoughts when he discovers your absence. If you want a third part, I'm down to write it. Should it be a full-on book? Hope you enjoy it!

link to part one and part three

tags: Hannibal's POV, murder, Hannibal losing it, you ran away, what did you expect?

When Hannibal Lecter first encountered you at the orphanage, you barely registered in his mind. You were just another child, trapped in that dreary place with its dull gray walls, echoing silence, and indifferent staff. He had long since learned not to trust anyone or expect kindness from others. But unlike the rest, you were different—something he would soon come to realize.

At first, your presence was little more than a curiosity to Hannibal. You never demanded his attention, never asked him to speak or fill the silence. You simply sat beside him, content to share the quiet. It unsettled him at first—this unspoken understanding, this refusal to break the stillness with the meaningless chatter he had come to expect from others. But as the days passed, he found himself looking forward to the moments when you would appear at his side. There was a comfort in the familiarity, in knowing that you would be there, sitting in that same spot as if it belonged to you both.

Little by little, you became his new routine, a constant in a world that had never offered him stability. Your quiet companionship was a thread of order in the chaos of his young life, and it began to bind you to him in ways he did not fully understand.

The first time Hannibal spoke to you, it was because the weight of his loneliness had become unbearable. His voice trembled when he asked you to stay, the vulnerability of the request more terrifying than anything he had ever faced. Yet, you stayed. Without question or hesitation, you curled up beside him in the darkness, offering warmth and quiet reassurance. From that night on, something changed. You became important to him—far more important than anyone had been since Mischa.

Mischa. Even thinking of her brought an ache to his chest that never dulled. The memory of his beloved sister haunted him, a constant reminder of his failure to protect the person he loved most. Her death was a scar on his soul, an unhealed wound festering beneath every thought and action. But with you, it was different. You were older, wiser in ways Mischa had never had the chance to become, yet there was a fragility in you, a hint of the same innocence that had once shone in Mischa's eyes.

Hannibal swore to himself that he would not fail you as he had failed her. He would protect you at all costs, even from himself if necessary. When other children taunted you or picked fights, Hannibal found ways to make them stop—quiet, calculated ways that left no doubt that harming you would have consequences. He swore to provide for you, because even at that young age, he wanted you to stay bound by his side. You wouldn't desert him; you couldn't.

But he was a fool, unable to see what was happening right in front of him. How Uncle Robert and Lady Murasaki treated you differently, subtly undermining your place in the household. To them, you were a burden, an inconvenience. They never saw the quiet strength in you, the fire beneath your calm exterior that had captivated Hannibal from the beginning. He was too focused on their future to recognize the sadness that clouded your eyes when you thought no one was looking, or the tension in your shoulders when Robert or Lady Murasaki addressed you. He was blind to the fact that, in his absence, the very people he trusted had begun to reshape the world you lived in, driving a wedge between you and him.

When Hannibal returned home after his second year away, everything fell into place with devastating clarity.

When Hannibal entered your room, he was struck by the emptiness. It was stripped bare, void of every trace of you—the familiar smell of your cologne, the worn books you loved, the little tokens of your shared moments. All of it was gone, as if you had been erased, leaving only the hollow shell of what used to be your sanctuary.

Panic clawed at Hannibal's chest, a quiet but fierce storm rising as he sought answers. His voice trembled with urgency when he asked Robert where you were. But his uncle’s reply was maddeningly calm, the rehearsed lie falling from his lips effortlessly. You had left, Robert said, seeking a life beyond the estate, searching for a fresh start—one that, apparently, didn't include him. Lady Murasaki's gentle agreement only deepened the pit forming in Hannibal's stomach, her smile serene but unconvincing as she tried to distract him with polite chatter and soothing reassurances. But she didn't understand. They didn’t get it.

They never had.

A terrible certainty settled into Hannibal’s bones, and he saw the truth as clear as daylight: they had pushed you away, driven you from the estate, from him, when he wasn’t there to stop them. He saw the guilt lurking in Robert’s darting gaze, the calculation hidden behind Lady Murasaki’s practiced calm. They had preyed on your gentleness, your quiet strength, and twisted it against you, driving a wedge between you and him. Hannibal’s heart twisted painfully as he realized just how much he had failed you. How blind he had been.

Hannibal's love for you was a fierce, consuming thing, a love that transcended the bounds of mere affection. You were not just a person to him; you were everything. You were the axis upon which his world turned, the flame that guided him through the darkest nights. He had given you his loyalty, his devotion, and he had expected that you would never leave him. He never considered that anyone—even his family—would dare to take you away. They had made the gravest mistake by underestimating just how far he was willing to go for you. They didn’t have the right to dictate his happiness, to decide who was worthy of his love. You were irreplaceable, a part of him in a way that no one else could ever be.

They had seen only the boy he used to be—the obedient, polite child they could control. But Hannibal was not that child anymore. The love he felt for you was not something fragile or tame—it was a force of nature, as enduring as the sea and as relentless as fire. They had pushed you out, believing they knew what was best, but all they had done was seal their fate. But Hannibal was not a fool—he knew that revenge had to be methodical, precise, the kind that left no loose ends. The Lecter name could not be tainted by scandal, not when he had a greater goal in mind: finding you, bringing you back, and building the future he had promised himself you would share.

He waited. He observed. He moved through the estate like a shadow, silent and unseen, watching Robert and Lady Murasaki go about their days as if nothing had changed. He bided his time, letting them believe they were safe.

The night he chose to strike was unremarkable—a quiet evening when the estate was at its most silent, and the world seemed to hold its breath. Lady Murasaki retired to her room early, and Robert remained in the library, savoring a glass of cognac. Hannibal moved through the familiar halls with the kind of calm only true predators knew. He had planned every detail, thought of every contingency. There could be no mistakes.

Lady Murasaki was first. Her room was dark, save for the soft glow of a reading lamp, and Hannibal approached her bed with a quiet reverence, his face betraying no emotion. She was sleeping, her face serene, and for a moment, he almost hesitated. But then he thought of you—the tears he had missed, the pain you had hidden, the way she had smiled at him as if she had not driven the most important person in his life away. He pulled the silk scarf she had favored so often from the drawer, wrapping it around her neck with the same gentleness he might have used to cradle a child’s head. The pressure he applied was firm but even, and her eyes snapped open, wide with shock as she tried to scream, her hands clawing uselessly at the fabric.

His expression never wavered. He watched as the life left her eyes, as the struggle turned to stillness, and he felt…nothing. No remorse, no sorrow. Only a cold satisfaction that she would never again stand in the way of what was rightfully his.

He set the scene with care, leaving enough signs of a struggle to suggest an outside intruder, someone desperate and wild. The window was cracked, a muddy footprint deliberately smeared against the sill. The jewelry box was overturned, its contents scattered—items of value missing, to suggest a robbery gone wrong. Lady Murasaki was placed carefully back in bed, the scarf discarded and replaced with bruises around her neck, as if choked by a stranger’s hands. Every detail was considered. Every loose end tied.

Robert was next. Hannibal approached him in the library with the ease of familiarity, his face a mask of calm even as his heart beat like a war drum in his chest. His uncle looked up, surprised but not alarmed, too late to notice the change in Hannibal’s eyes, the darkness that had settled there like a storm cloud. They spoke for a few moments—polite conversation, the kind that Robert always liked to indulge in late at night when he fancied himself the wise guardian. But Hannibal’s replies were mechanical, rehearsed, and when Robert’s back was turned to pour another glass of cognac, Hannibal struck with the speed of a predator.

The blade slid smoothly between his uncle's ribs, angled just right to puncture the lung and silence him before he could cry out. Robert’s eyes went wide, his mouth opening in shock, but no sound came. When the job was done, Hannibal pulled the knife free and began constructing the remainder of a break-in scene—with furniture upended and items of apparent value missing. The window was smashed from the inside, glass shards carefully spread to suggest an outsider’s entry. Hannibal even cut his own hand, letting a few drops of blood fall to the floor, to sell the story of a struggle with an unknown assailant. He knew what the authorities would look for, what they would assume. The kills were clean, but not too clean—messy enough to pass for desperate, brutal violence driven by a stranger’s greed.

He called the police himself, his voice frantic and breathless, the perfect picture of a grieving young man who had returned home to find a scene of horror awaiting him. The authorities arrived quickly, swarming the estate, asking questions that Hannibal answered with the ease of a practiced liar. He had learned from the best, after all—Lady Murasaki had taught him the art of misdirection, and Robert had trained him in the value of a well-placed lie.

The funeral was swift, attended by those who thought they knew the Lecter family, but Hannibal played his part flawlessly. He was the grieving nephew, dignified and sorrowful, a young man who had lost the last of his family to a brutal, senseless act. Sympathy poured in, and no one questioned him when he announced that he needed to leave the city, to find peace away from the place where his life had been upended. And, now, he was free. Free to search for you. His rage had not been sated, but it had been redirected—into a singular, burning purpose: to find you, to bring you back, and to ensure that nothing and no one would ever come between you again.

[zee-rambles]

Lets. D0. This.

(Please note: Post will be updated as I find more resources and think of more strategies)

(Please do not re-use gif without permission…unless it’s to save Rise…)

Mutant May

YOU can watch Season 1 and Season 2 of RISE right HERE!

So I’ve seen a a lot of people still wondering if Rise of the TMNT can be saved.

There’s is a lot of hope, especially with the boom of fans joining the fandom after the movie dropped last year, people making more art on tumblr, twitter, tik tok, and so on. But also a a lot of doubt, especially after JJ Conway’s post on twitter.

BUT…I still think there is a chance…a GOOD chance. WITH ORIGINAL CAST AND CREW! Why?

We live in the internet. Information is more then easy to get out now thanks to social media. There is all kinds of ways to get the word out to people. Let’s abuse it. 😎

Fans have brought back shows before.

We need a MAJOR push through social media, more fans, more art, it’s up to us…and I think we can do it!

Fans convinced Netflix to bring Sense8 back for a finale

Fans convinced fox to bring back “Futurama” after it was cancelled in 1999.

Hey Arnold got the jungle movie thirteen years after the show was cancelled

Animaniacs got a 3 season revival 22 years after it stopped airing.

Brooklyn 99 was cancelled in 2018, and the fans convinced NBC to pick up the series.

Arrested Development was canceled after 3 seasons, but AFTER it was cancelled, it grew an audience and they made it come back!

Fans saved the original Star Trek in the 60s with letters.

They did it. Why can’t we?

So what can we do?

Well…

1. PETITIONS TO SAVE RISE that we can all sign…

PETITION 1 (The strongest one, but the more petitions signed, the better!)

PETITION 2

PETITION 3

PETITION 4 (save the content that was cut/we missed)

PETITION 5! (Make an ROTTMNT season 3)

2. Pester Nickelodeon and Netflix on social media (THE BIG ONE Y’ALL, THIS IS THE MOST DIRECT AND IMPORTANT)

Be polite, be non-toxic (don’t be rude or mean, the boys would not want that, and the Nick/Netflix won’t listen), but be LOUD, PASSIONATE, AND ANNOYING! Ask for DVDs of the show/movie, and then BUY THOSE DVDs!

MAKE SURE TO ASK FOR THE FULL ORIGINAL CAST AND CREW TO COME BACK, INCLUDING ANDY SARIANO AND ANT WARD.

Sample DM/Letter (but try to come up with your own. Too many repeats and they will ignore it)

“Dear Nickelodeon/Netflix/Viacom, I can’t tell you how much Rise means to me, and I really love that you put the show on air. But it was not fair that the show was cancelled before it got the chance to reach the audience it deserved, only because of a few bad reviews and a lack of advertising. The show is great, there’s tons of fans, tons of art, and people, including me, want so much more! Please bring it back! We want the original crew to come, Flying Bark, for the show to get it’s full second season restored, and it’s five season run like it was originally intended. People hated the 2012 TMNT when it came out, but it got it’s chance and now there are people that love it. Why can’t Rise of the TMNT have the same? It’s clear that the creators love their work and there’s a growing fan base for it. Rise just came out at the wrong time, but it deserves it chance to shine.”

The more personal you made the letter, the more you say what Rise means to you, the better.

As for me? I’m sending them a picture of Pizza Pigeon with the #wewantmoreriseoftheTMNT and #saverottmnt

Request movies/seasons on Netflix.

Ask for Rise Season 2, another season, another movie. Just keep asking!

Nickelodeon’s facebook page (Look, I know that facebook is a relic at this point, but the more people go there and PESTER Nickelodeon, the better!)

Rise’s facebook page

Leave good reviews. Share. Leave TONS of comments

Nickelodeon’s instagram

Nickelodeon’s Twitter page (treat carefully, there be Musks out there…only use if you are over 18)

Nickelodeon’s TikTok

Niceklodeon’s letter inbox

Nickelodeon, 1515 Broadway, New York, NY 10036

Rugrats was brought back because fans bombarded Nickelodeon with letters saying they wanted it back. Might as well cover our bases. This one is a BIG DEAL!

Nickelodeon’s Corporate Number

1-212-846-2543 Call them! Annoy them! Ask how we can get their attention! Tell them why you love this show! Why it deserves to come back.

Contact Paramount

Paramounts Request form

Official Fan Page Rise’s Instagram

The more followers the better.

Netflix’s instagram

Netflix’s facebook

Netflix’s Twitter (Treat carefully. There be MUSKs out there…only use if you are over 18)

SPAM NICKELODEON’S EMAILS!

feedback@nick.com

contactus@nick.com

Letterbox@nick.co.uk

help@paramountplus.coM

If anyone has any more, any deeper more direct points of contact, or more ideas, please share!

3. Leave good reviews for Rise anywhere and raise awareness everywhere you can!

One of the key reasons Rise did not do too well because it was unfairly review bombed before people could give it a chance…so get out there on tik tok, IMDB, Rotten Tomatoes, and ESPECIALLY youtube.

Make reviews! Analysis! JOKES! Support other content creators! When the Rise Reanimated video comes out, share it like no tomorrow!

No one paid attention when How to Train Your Dragon came out, but word of mouth and people saying it was good, made it the success it was. Let’s repeat history!

Anytime there is NEW RISE CONTENT on Nickelodeon’s YouTube channel, watch it, share, spread it.

Share this post on social media, across various sites, use the information here to spread awareness about how people can help and what they can do. Be relentless! (Like Leo in Lair Games)

Ask influencers to review, react, and give RISE a chance without placing judgement.

4. Make. ART!

Draw, Write, TWEET, Make MERCH, Sell MERCH, Make Tik Toks, Videos on YouTube, posts on instagram, discord, what pad, demanding more Rise, spreading the word, and just showing how much you love this show! Not only will it attract attention, but it’s also good for all of us. There will be more Rise content either way.

Make sure to @ nickelodeon on ALL of your art! SPAM THEM! ANNOY THEM! DROWN THEM IN LOVE FOR THIS SHOW! Demand DVD’s and Blue rays of the SHOW AND THE MOVIE! It’s not fair that we can’t have access to it!

PLAY THIS GAME!

If you see official Rise MERCH in the while, buy it if you can! Also support as many rise content creators as you can. If you can’t draw? Write! If you can’t create! Like! Share! Comment! Support each other!

Rise April ART Challenge

Keep in mind…there WILL be pushback.

Companies as big as Nickelodeon and Viacom care about their bottom line: $$$…money. BUT pushback, whether they are taking down your videos on Tik Tok, striking artists on twitter, mean that they’re taking NOTICE. So don’t. Give. UP!

One last thing to remember: DO NOT harass fans for enjoying other versions of TMNT

Even though Rise is the first and only TMNT I have ever loved, I don’t believe in shaming other fans for looking forward to, or enjoying other TMNT series. Gatekeeping like that was what stopped Rise from (heh) Rising as high as it should have. All Rise fans are welcome, and all TMNT fans are welcome. Rise deserves to reach more fans, it deserves another season, and it does not need to knock down other TMNT series to do it. Show them your love and your need for more Rise, without making other TMNT fans feel unwelcome.

Share, spread the word, give it your best shot! A village can move MOUNTAINS! SO let’s do it.

So that in the near future…we can MAKE THIS JOKE!

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Hiii 💗 i also have an NBC Hannibal request, if that's okay

Uhh so maybe an imagine where the reader has been sa'd before in her previous relationship so she's kind of hesitant to go further with Hannibal when they start dating. One night while making out, Hannibal maybe steps a little out of line and that puts reader into an anxiety attack. But he calms her down and reassures that he will always prioritize her safety and consent and that he loves her 🥹

Pairings || Hannibal Lecter x Female!Reader

Contents/Warnings || Anxiety attack, some details and mentions of SA

Gif found on pinterest from the user sydney14well

You had only been dating Hannibal for a few months now, and everything had been wonderful. He was such a gentleman, and understanding about your boundaries and past, especially your past experiences with sexual assault. Your previous boyfriend was terrible to you, abusive and manipulative. He overstepped every boundary you had, often forcing you past your comfort zones and making you do things you never wanted to do, and pushing you into sexual acts that were only pleasurable for him. The breakup was long and drawn out thanks to him, and it only made you feel worse mentally.

The whole relationship put you off of dating for two years until you met Hannibal, and things just felt right with him. You were grateful to have Hannibal as your boyfriend, and in your life at all, but despite his kindness and respect towards you, you were still hesitant to go further than kissing him. He was careful and diligent with not making you uncomfortable, wanting you to enjoy every moment with him without being reminded of your past relationship.

About six months into dating, you found yourself in Hannibal’s house, having a dinner date with an array of food that Hannibal had prepared for the two of you. It was a calm night filled with good conversation, good food, good wine, good everything. You both made the decision that you would stay the night with him, not wanting you to drive with any alcohol in your system. It wasn’t uncommon for you to spend the night once in a while, being able to comfortably sleep beside him without anything handsy happening.

The two of you eventually ended up sitting on the edge of his bed, a heated make-out taking place. The amount of wine you had was making you a little more relaxed than usual while doing this, up until you felt Hannibal’s hand. It rested on your knee for a moment before you felt it slowly slide up your thigh. Hannibal had only ever touched your face and shoulders, never venturing lower than that. Your fight or flight kicked in, and you quickly shoved his hand away, jumping back a bit on the bed and almost falling off.

Hannibal stopped immediately, “Y/N..” He began, but he was cut off seeing tears begin to fall down your face. You sat against the headboard while covering your face with your hands, remembering everything your ex had ever done to you. Hannibal stayed calm, whispering that he was apologetic about what he had done, and telling you to breathe and asking if you needed him to do anything for you to help. He didn’t touch you, giving you space on the bed for you to calm down.

As you calmed, sniffling and breathing heavily, Hannibal spoke up, “It won’t happen again, Y/N, I promise. Your comfortability is my top priority, I just got a little carried away,” His voice was soft and loving. “Tell me what I can do for you.”

You let out a long sigh, finally being able to breathe normally again, “I’m okay, it just made me… remember some things,” You rub your face tiredly, “I’m sorry I freaked out like that…”

Hannibal shakes his head, “Don’t apologise, you didn’t do anything wrong,” He assures you, “Would you like me to run you a bath to relax?”

“Yes, thank you..” You watch as he rises from the bed, standing in front of you for a moment, “We don’t have to do anything, ever, if you aren’t comfortable with it. And I will always respect whatever you choose,” He says, giving you a comforting smile before disappearing into the bathroom.

You watch him go, wondering how you ended up with such a caring man after such a terrible one.