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Name: Ripper
Debut: Metroid
Imagine if there was a guy who loved beetles a lot, thought they were the pinnacle of anatomy, loved almost everything about them, especially the fact that they fly! But this guy hates the WAY they fly. They wish they didn't have to open their beautiful elytra to fly, ruining the impeccable smoothness of the carapace. This guy would be pretty weird. I would disagree. But I have to say they would love Ripper! That is a really long-winded way of saying "Ripper is like a beetle that hovers without using any wings"!
Ripper is like a beetle that hovers without using any wings. That's a cool sort of alien thing to do! But then you see its legs and that's just goofy. It really is just a bug that inexplicably hovers and is nearly invincible. And it's iconic! I admittedly have not played that much Metroid, but I have played the first game (bad) and its remake (awesome), and I could not imagine it without Ripper! It floats lazily and horizontally back and forth, usually in vertical areas, and feels as integral to a Metroid bestiary as a critter that walks around ever surface of a platform.
If you want more proof that Ripper is already perfect, look at Metroid Fusion. In this game, the X Parasite infects many species, mimicking them and giving the copies altered abilities, but the Ripper copies stay the same as the original! Nothing to improve upon here!
Ripper was so great that they made a sequel! This is Ripper II! They were very (rightfully) confident in Ripper being a hit, so confident, in fact, that they made Ripper II in the very same game, before the general public could even give feedback on the original. I'm sure that after the game came out, though, people were sending in fan mail about our favorite horizontal hoverer! Ripper II is faster. Not a Ripper for everyone! Don't adopt it without making sure you can handle it first!
Is this a Ripper? Not quite! This one is a Tripper! It is not called that because it is mean and tries to trip you. It is actually passive, and you can stand on it, and go for a Trip as it flies! What a nice creature.
Last, but certainly not least, is the Winged Ripper! They gave wings to a flying creature! So droll! Very similar principle to the Para-Biddybud, putting wings on top of what may very well be elytra, but in this case it was ALREADY able to fly! Para-Ripper over here is a lot like if you add wings to an entity in Super Mario Maker, because the wings make it fly around a distinct path and even allow it to explore the y-axis. It only appears in one room, where it must be frozen to act as a step for Samus to stand on, so she can reach a giant larva that is ensnared by vines. Awesome! Winged Ripper is truly a one scene wonder, enhanced even further by its similarity to Para-Beetle, everyone's darling!
I don't know why these things are called Rippers. Maybe they would use their chewing beetle mouthparts to really rip into a good leaf if offered one, and have a rip-roaring good time!
#ripper#ripper ii#tripper#winged ripper#metroid#metroid zero mission#metroid enemies#not mario#funky friday#mod chikako
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Time Travel Question : Murder and Disappearance Edition I
Given that Judge Crater, Roanoke, and the Dyatlov Pass Incident are credibly solved, though not 100% provable, I'm leaving them out in favor of things ,ore mysterious. I almost left out Amelia Earhart, but the evidence there is sketchier.
Some people were a little confused. Edward V and Richard of Shrewsbury are the Princes in the Tower.
#Time Travel#Famous Murders#Jack the Ripper#La Bete du Gevaudan#Gandillon Family#Werewolves#William Rufus#King William II#Edward V#Richard of Shrewsbury#French History#English History#Early Modern Europe#Victorian England#Lord Darnley#Mary Queen of Scots#Scottish History#Amy Robsart#Lord Dudley#The Sodder Children#The Somerton Man#Australian History#Prime Minister Harold Holt#Elizabeth Short#The Black Dahlia
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A Silver Mantis—!
(ignore Nozel’s cape at the end, I STRUGGLED with it so idec if it doesn’t work that way)
Inspired by a conversation with @funky-sea-cryptid and this petit clover ->
#black clover#silver mantis#jack the ripper x nozel silva#jack x nozel#silver mantis kiddos#just nozel thinking about making a silver mantis with jack nothing new#i love my silly silver mantis family#acier silva II#adrius silva#argent silva#adeline silva
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reminder that david oakes is the funniest man alive
#i was cracking the fuck up when he first posted this skkekekek#silly dork#david oakes#he was so active on social media i miss him sm#juan borgia#the borgias#the white queen#george plantagenet#ripper street#itv victoria#victoria itv#prince ernest#ernest ii#cesare borgia#lucrezia borgia#joss bixby#endevour#itv endeavour#endeavour itv#text post
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I found the royal who's who hand out on patreon which I've never seen for some reason and I'm not sure how much still fits in with canon but there were rumours that the Tsarina and Phin were lovers and that's why he was made a duke and she tolerates his antics even though he's human and obnoxious. And I think that's amazing.
#new bodice ripper the empress and the buccaneer available all over the eldrin empire#venture maidens#venture maidens fate#venture maidens podcast#tsarina sariel ii#phinneus albright
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Hannibal Lecter is pure delight
🔥I wanna bite🔥
I beg.... I love men in leather, I want to be his dessert.
#hannibal lecter#mads mikkelsen#nbc hannibal#hannibal fandom#Hannibal promo#hannibal season 3#fannibals#II Mostro di Firenze#chesapeake ripper#Yes I'm unhinged attracted to serial killers..... No apolgizes 😘
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i love reading the tags on reblogs of HABIT posts cause they’re all like
“i want him DEAD i want him to BURN IN HELL i wanna see him get BEAT TO DEATH and SUFFER and DIE i wanna see him DROWN IN MISERY and be DISMEMBERED and feel PAIN but hehe i love him he’s so silly <3”
cause honestly same
#there’s a nuance in loving HABIT cause we’re supposed to hate him#like canonically he was Jack the Ripper and Ed Gein and an actually World War II nazi#but god dammit if he wasn’t so fucking funny in everymanhybrid that you can’t help but enjoy his screen time#and yeah normal people were probably like ‘oh hes actively laughing at murder that’s so scary#and the rest of us who love unhinged silly villains like Bill Cipher are like ‘hell yeah get’em babygirl <3’#it’s just that he’s a real world type evil and that’s where the horror is supposed to come from#but he’s been so far removed from that that i’m pretty sure 90% of the emh fandom doesn’t even know he was also like fuckin Josef Mengele#so it’s a mix of liking someone fictional who’s commiting silly acts of extreme violence#but it’s toeing a line of brushing off real people and events that shouldn’t be made light of#but here in fanon we just focus on silly purple rabbit man#<-not william afton#<-or Jax#there’s too many at this point#emh#everymanhybrid#habit emh#habit everymanhybrid
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Episode 105: H.H. Holmes & The Murder Castle, Part II Photodump
Image 01: The tabloid exposure of H.H. Holmes’s trial meant that at his execution he was one of the most famous people alive. The execution of H.H. Holmes was such a popular event, tickets had to be purchased in advance to attend. The day of the execution, a crowd twice the size of ticketed attendees rushed the fence to witness the execution. Image 02: Holmes famously represented himself in his murder trial and claimed he was only a fraud who collected life insurance on bodies that were already deceased. He claimed he was not a murderer and had been framed. Several of the jury believed him. Several of his ex wives testified that he was guilty; however, one of his wives believed he had been framed. Image 03-04: After his conviction, Holmes changed his tune. He began confessing to anything and everything. He gave wild stories and quotes about turning into a devil. Holmes spoke to several tabloids and even released an auto-biography from jail. Holmes became a very wealthy man while awaiting his execution. Image 05: While in jail, Holmes refused to admit where a body was buried without $50.00 compensation. Image 06-07: Holmes was calm and collected before his execution. It was noted that he was “charming” as usual. The executioner was nervous and Holmes told him to “take his time.” Image 08: After Holmes’s death, strange things happened to people who were involved in his trial. The warden of the prison committed suicide. The District Attorney’s office burned down. The remaining Castle attraction burned down. The person who led to Holmes’s arrest was shot by a police officer. The janitor who knew of most of Holmes’s crimes killed himself. There is reason to believe Holmes used money from confessions to buy his way out of jail. Some say it was not Holmes who died at the gallows, but a plant! Diaries attributed to Holmes claim that Holmes fled to London and became Jack the Ripper. Image 09: The site of the famous Murder Castle is now the site of a U.S. Post Office. That’s why we use Haunted Mail. What do you guys think? Did he scam us one last time?
#H.H. Holmes & The Murder Castle Part II#H.H. Holmes & The Murder Castle#Let's Get Haunted#H.H. Holmes#Murder Castle#Jack the Ripper#Instagram
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#ii. writing,alternate universe.#ii. writing,pv. neptunc.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :main.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :ripper.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :1508 / 1864.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :human / cured vampire.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :the 1920s.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :post series.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :the originals.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :the hundred.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :legacies.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :undecided.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :the summer i turned pretty.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :yellowjackets.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :chilling adventures of sabrina.#⋆˙⊰ writing. : the hunger games.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :teen wolf.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :pv. forbaes.#⋆˙⊰ writing. :elenva.
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" i don't know if what i have with klaus is friendship. " his brow arches slightly, watching as katherine looks him up & down. clearly trying to see if something's wrong. " not that it's any of your business, but i'm trying to keep him off of elena's radar. once he finds out she's alive ... it's over. so, if that means i have to act like his best fucking friend, then so be it. " a sigh exhales from the ripper as he eyes the doppelganger. " what are you doing in chicago, anyway ? he'll kill you if he catches you. "
@salvatoraes requested a starter set in my tvd s3 verse (accepting)
"i'm admittedly surprised by your friendship with klaus. there are far better people to be besties with." she mustered stefan from top to toe, not really recognizing any damage – which doesn't have to mean anything, klaus can be very subtle. "you're lucky you got off the hook the first time, i can't comprehend why your willing to be near him a second time."
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Poolverine Fic - Sneak Peek 1
Guess who finally saw the movie and got snapped out of their writer's block? 🥳
“The fuck were you thinkin'?!”
The front door slammed so hard against the wall that the wood splintered as Logan stormed into the apartment, jaw clenched and eyes ablaze with a fierce fury that Wade (if he had any self-preservation) would not find hot as hell.
(Unfortunately, self-preservation was hard to muster when you can’t die.)
“Uh, I wasn’t. Have you met me?”
“Unfortunately,” Logan spat, throwing off his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his stupid, sexy lumberjack shirt, his chest heaving like a buxom Victorian maiden in the midst of the vapours.
“Easy, Paul Bunyan,” Wade held up his hands, taking a tentative step into the room and gently closing the damaged door behind him, trying not to think of their perpetually irate landlord. “I’m indestructible, remember? You know that better than any—”
“It was a bullshit TVA contraption,” Logan cut across him, beginning to pace back and forth in front of the coffee table they found at Goodwill last Christmas. “It could have eviscerated you like a fuckin’ Time Ripper for all you knew! And you still waltzed over to it and tried to…what…play fuckin’ hacky sack?”
Wade snorted.
“Oh, come on, Wolvie, it was way too big to play hacky—”
“Shut. The Fuck. Up. Wade.”
(Part II)
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Ah, Waxwork (1988)! The epitome of "I didn't say it was good, I said I liked it." A trashy horror comedy which became infamous among a very specific community of monster fuckers: those too hardcore for Edward Cullen and too squeamish for Pinhead.
I was going to just make a bullet-point list of my thoughts upon rewatch, but there's too much to say, so you lucky people get a full recap!
Our protagonist is Mark, a rich boy who for some reason attends community college. He lives under the thumb of his ridiculous sitcom-villain mother, and has to rely upon his butler sneaking him coffee and cigarettes. I suppose we're seeing what Bruce Wayne's life would be like in a world without alley muggings.
Mark getting sexually rejected will be a running theme in this movie, so let's meet the women who will be doing the rejecting: China and Sarah! These college classmates of his are that improbably 80s horror movie duo, the evil slut and the sweet virgin who are for some unexplained reason besties. China has exchanged Mark for a football player, and she smokes and wears sunglasses and comments on boy's bodies while Sarah acts mildly scandalized. They walk to school, discussing boys and just how promiscuous is too promiscuous, when they see something at the side of the street- a new Waxwork house!
Little do they know what darkness and delight await them inside.
Isn't this a bit outdated, the girls ask each other? You're telling me, I respond, as a former actress at a tourist attraction that was next door to Madame Tussaud's, I have no idea who buys tickets.
They are welcomed at the door by holy shit, David Warner? I really hope he filmed this directly back to back with The Company of Wolves. David Warner invites them to come to a special private opening with a group of up to six people- any more would be too crowded! And China, apparently having nothing better to do as a sexy party girl in the 1980s, agrees. Thus, the rest of the friend group is roped in to attending.
Mark is there, mostly to be hurt whenever China talks about how much fun she's having sleeping with guys who aren't him. There's a dating couple who will show up now and again late in the movie but don't really matter. There are, of course, China and Sarah. And then-
Oh my god. I hadn't seen Twin Peaks yet when I first saw this movie, but oh my god, that's Bobby from Twin Peaks. Doing the same movement tics and vocal cadence that he did as Bobby from Twin Peaks. This is so distracting, you have no idea how much.
Anyway, the gang go to the waxwork house and speaking of Twin Peaks, they are greeted by a small man doing the Peter Dinklage bit from Living in Oblivion ("Make it weird, put a dwarf in it!") We don't have too much time to dell on that, though. The kids hang out for a bit so China has more time to sexually insult Mark, and then they are finally allowed into the wax museum itself.
The waxwork is, all in all, actually pretty cool! It's a bunch of scenes from "history", by which we mean classic pre-80s horror movies. There's the Mummy, there's the Invisible Man, there's Audrey II, there's Jack the Ripper. Keep in mind that all of these exhibits, not just Jack the Ripper, will later prove to have been taken directly from real life events. The sequel muddies this with horror movie scenes that take place in alternate dimensions in a cosmos that weirdly resembles Moorcock's Eternal Champion mythos, but we're not talking about the sequel right now.
I wish I could write a novelization of this movie and just go nuts on the worldbuilding. My speculations would make for an epic of Tolkienesque length.
Bobby from Twin Peaks is the first to go exactly where you're expecting: into an exhibit to get killed. He stumbles into a scene from the Wolf Man (which oddly enough looks a bit like the 2010 Wolf Man but they're obviously trying to do either the original Universal or Hammer version.) He bitches about this, how it must be a hologram and a super lame one at that because there are, like, no girls in bikinis or anything, just some dick in a cabin telling him to run for his life!
(Put a pin in that, by the way.)
He should have listened. But hey, someone has to be the first bit of canon fodder.
The Wolf Man is, of all people, John Rhys-Meyers! He pleads with Bobby to run, but it's too late- his transformation has begun! This is not a bad werewolf look, as practical effects go; he's got a snout and everything. The extremely long ears are what bother me. I felt this way in the Into the Woods movie as well- Johnny Depp just looked like a really sleazy rabbit. But this Wolf Man is a real deal monster, and while Bobby cowers after taking a flesh wound, he sets upon a pair of hunters who have tracked him down, ripping the younger one in half straight through the head.
As goofy as it is, Waxwork gets pretty damn gory.
The older hunter, who's clearly supposed to be Peter Cushing as Van Helsing, ends his reign of terror with a silver bullet. And when the wounded Bobby starts to transform as well, Van Helsing puts a stop to that with a second shot. Fade out to the waxwork exhibit, which now has a half-transformed victim beside the Wolf Man.
So much for Bobby. But eh, fuck 'im, he wasn't much of a character. China, on the other hand...
China notices a display with a particularly handsome villain. She takes a step over the velvet rope to take a closer look, and thus seals her fate.
(Side note: I don't know if I'd survive the movie or be first to get killed, because I would be going "But we're not supposed to touch the exhibits!" the whole time.)
China emerges into a Christopher Lee-worthy dark castle, wearing a white prom dress that's good enough period attire for this sort of movie. Thus begins the Dracula sequence, the first reason this movie has a very specific cult following.
As a teen in the '00s, I frequented web rings of blogs that reviewed old science fiction movies. There was one sight which was dedicated to cataloging every vampire movie the author could find- her favorites were The Lost Boys, Mr. Vampire and Interview with the Vampire- and she listed this as the single sexiest depiction of Dracula on film. Naturally, I spent the next several pre-streaming era years hunting down a VHS.
And who do we have playing sexy Dracula? In yet another 'you're not gonna believe this' casting choice, Miles "How Much Keefe" O'Keefe! The man known to all MSTies as Ator, and to other shlock aficionados as Tarzan! I have no idea why they cast him, but you know what? That barbarian warrior cleans up pretty damn well.
China is too stunned by her surroundings to quibble, and takes the part of a gothic heroine staying at the castle, whose fiance "unfortunately had to leave just now." Dracula introduces her to his lovely lady friends and his brooding adult son Stephan, and serves her a meal of steak tartar in salty red sauce, the suggestive setup for a rather gruesome payoff later.
In-character, Sarah is cornered in her room by Stephan, who says that his father wants her for himself and that he'd be banished from the castle if it was known he put his hands on her first- but before he can get past the fangs-out stage of his assault, she flees down the hallway, as far as she can run, until she reaches a room out of a Saw movie poster, half-dungeon and half-kitchen.
Her fiancee- that is, the fiancee in whatever real-life story she stepped into- is chained up, with one leg gruesomely cut down to the bone to serve to his captors and his own unknowing bride. China tries and fails to unchain him while he runs her through a quick explanation of what vampires are and how to kill him, just in time for Stephan to catch up with her.
China is surprisingly heroic in this scene, given how completely unsympathetic the movie had set her up to be. Son of Dracula goes down with a cross burned into his forehead, while she takes out a few Brides via wine bottles through the chest. When the chained up fiancee turns, though, she flees, sobbing, though the castle, her white gown covered in blood.
"Going somewhere, my beauty?" Dracula asks. She turns and looks into his eyes- and now it is too late. She falls under his hypnotic trance, and he lowers her to the floor, ending her human life in an ecstatic kiss.
It's a better way to go than she would have gotten in most other dumb horror movies of this era.
Mark- remember Mark?- has finally noticed that two of his friends (such as they are) have gone missing. He figures they must have gone off to hook up, but that doesn't feel right- for some reason, he knows that Bobby is the one man that China would never ever want to fuck. Sarah is less concerned, as she's focused on a statue of the Marquis de Sade looking like a sexy pirate. When Mark does get her to leave with him, he shoots his shot, but Sarah says that while he's a nice guy and she likes him a lot, she's looking for something...different.
Sarah's whole deal, as you may have guessed, is that she's a virgin at least in part because she can only be satisfied by BDSM, a desire she learned about through secretively reading de Sade but has no contemporary sex ed language to talk about. To the film's credit, this very Clive Barker plotline isn't used to make her unsympathetic or deserving of death, but rather to enhance the theme of Mark getting sexually rejected.
(Also, Mark paid his ESL housekeeper to write an essay for him, which was demanded by a history professor who was weirdly into Hitler. To his dismay, the essay read "I do not like dictators. They do the shouting and wear the small mustaches."
Well. She's not wrong.)
When China and Bobby fail to reappear the next day, Mark and Sarah go off to investigate. A mean cop tells them that lots of people have recently gone missing, and ends up investigating on his own- an investigation that ends with him being killed by the Mummy while the theme from Swan Lake plays in the background. (The title music in Universal's original Mummy and Dracula! The music I walked down the aisle to at my wedding! It's a little detail I liked.)
China's jock boyfriend also shows up to get killed by the Phantom of the Opera, while David Warner shakes his head in surprise to learn that he knew the character from a movie. "They'll make a movie of anything these days!" he says. However, I found myself focusing on the brief close-up where we saw that the Phantom had a mustache. A well-maintained mustache. Half-covered by a half-mask. Does he shave and maintain it on the deformed side, too? These are the kind of questions my novelization would go into.
Mark and Sarah get a quick rundown on everything from a professorly type of guy in a wheelchair who's basically the Criminologist from Rocky Horror. He tells them that via something something dark magic, victims are being given to evil men who are long dead to revive them and then something something destroy the world. For all I joke, it is my fondest dream to be this kind guy- a librarian who could give the protagonist exactly the book they need to fight Dracula.
Remember that pin I had you put in the Wolf Man pleading with Bobby to run? That brings up the question of what this movie considers "evil men". The Wolf Man really didn't want to kill anybody, but his body was taken over by the curse! And what about Audrey II? I'll grant that the plant sure was a dick, but was he a man? And what about all the ghouls in the zombie exhibit? The first time I watched this I also quibbled about the Marquis de Sade being here alongside actual murders, but I'll let that slide this time- the sheer scale of his imagination for evil was impressive enough, even if he didn't get to do most of it.
Mark and Sarah go to burn the waxwork down, but the temptation to fuck the Marquis is too much and Sarah just willingly goes right into his wax exhibit. Mark falls into the zombie exhibit, where it goes black and white in a pastiche of Night of the Living Dead as he fights off walking corpses and crawling disembodied hands.
Sarah has a better time. Now we see the second part of why this movie has a very specific cult reputation.
The Marquis de Sade, as portrayed in Waxwork, is dashing man with long dark hair, a puffy shirt open to reveal a very hair chest, wearing leather boots and gloves and always carrying a whip. He is entertaining a man (blonde and similarly good-looking, played by the director) whom he calls "your majesty", who will later to be revealed as Prince George of England, the future George IV. This struck me as absolutely hilarious.
For the prince's entertainment, he offers the sole virgin in his stable of beauties- Sarah, of course, stepping forward to have her arms affixed over her head proudly and eagerly. He leans in and whispers his intentions to Sarah- to whip her bloody, hand her over to George and his men for their enjoyment, then torture her to death- and she kisses him and swoons into her chains.
This scene is interesting because of how it's shot. There's no nudity in this movie- the only skin Sarah proceeds to expose is her back. I don't want to use terms like "male gaze" or "female gaze" because the former is a greater scale film theory term and the latter isn't really a term outside of tumblr, but this scene and the one with Dracula are presented as bodice rippers. Whether or not women went to see this movie, let alone enjoyed it, both scenes but especially the one with Sarah and de Sade are portrayed as female sexual fantasies. We don't see much of Sarah's body, but we see many close-ups of her face, perspiring and biting her lip as she waits for each sting of the whip.
Britain's "Video Nasties" list from 1984 banned many gory horror movies as obscene. Waxwork has far less gore than Evil Dead or Bay of Blood. As far as I know, it has never been banned under any obscenity laws.
By the time Mark (remember Mark?) gets out of his exhibit and into Sarah's, we are told that she has taken more whipping than any other woman the Marquis has ever seen, and enjoyed every bit of it. Mark saves her, but she pushes him away and runs back to the Marquis, kneeling at his foot and grasping at his boot. No, she protests, she wants to stay here! Smirking at the polo-clad dork from the future, de Sade said the line that dropped my jaw to the floor when I first saw this in my impressionable youth.
"Don't be angry just because she had her first orgasm at the end of a whip and not by your touch!"
Somehow not shriveling up and dying from that insult, Mark persuades Sarah that they should go because this setup did kill their friends and Your Mind Makes it Real and ugh, fine, Sarah will go back and save the world if she really has to. de Sade promises Mark that they'll meet again, though. ("How much did the Marquis de Sade know about this whole time and/or dimension traveling thing?" is another great question I would have expounded on in my novelization.)
But the kids have not yet saved the day, and their two friends from the very beginning are sacrificed in their places. The stars are right, the sacrifices have been made, and it's time for all the monsters and assorted villains to come to life and something something destroy the world! Thankfully, backup has arrived in the form of the wheelchair-bound expert from before and a while gang of his elderly and heroic friends, including Mark's totally-not-Alfred butler. Let the big chaotic fight scene commence!
Blood sprays left and right. Mark kills a zombified former friend, and weeps when his butler kills the vampirized China. Sarah tosses the small minion guy right into Audrey II. Dracula gets perhaps the lamest death onscreen he's ever had, surpassing even Scars of Dracula where he was randomly hit by lightning.
And the Marquis de Sade, who apparently is quite the swashbuckler, is flitting around with rapier and whip, having a grand old time. (At least it's better than what he supposedly did during the storming of the Bastille...) He beats Mark easily in combat, but makes the mistake of doing a gloating monologue before driving his blade through the boy's throat, giving Sarah the chance to break his spine with an ax. Let's hope Mark appreciates the sacrifice.
David Warner still must be confronted, however. Mark demands to know why he wants to destroy the world, and he smiles and responds "Somebody has to."
I guess you can't argue with that.
The elderly gentlemen give their lives to kill Warner, and the whole building goes up in flames. The only survivors are Mark, Sarah and a crawling disembodied hand who is off to set up the events of the sequel. Mark and Sarah embrace, but nothing more, at least not until the sequel.
Is Waxwork good? No. Is it scary? Some of the gory bits did make me wince. Is it funny? Sometimes on purpose, sometimes probably not on purpose. Is it offensive? We see a brief glimpse of what looks like a very racist tableau with an evil witch doctor or something, the role of the small minion is not exactly a great part, and China and Sarah were plucked right from the virgin-whore archetype with only somewhat more depth.
But do I watch it, fascinated, as if it is an esoteric text containing the secret alchemical formula for gold? I sure do.
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Twisted Minds: Act II- Chapter Nineteen Futamono
TW: Crime scenes, Gore, Implied Death, Death, Talks of Attempted Murder/Assassination, Cannibalism, SMUT!!!, PnV, Oral(Fem recieve), Cheating
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“You're moving smoothly and slowly, Jack, carrying your concentration like a brimming cup.” Will says as Jack approaches his cell. "Hannibal Lecter, And Y/N were almost murdered by an employee of this hospital. An attendant we believe killed the bailiff and judge in your trial." Jack says with a cold tone. "He killed the bailiff. He didn't kill the judge. That was the Chesapeake Ripper." Will says standing when jack comes into view. "You know this?"
"He told me."
"And then you told him to kill Hannibal Lecter and Y/N. "
“Wait did you just say Y/N? Nothing I said made that happen, Jack. It just happened. Is Y/N okay? Please tell me she's okay Jack.” Will says panicked about his Girlfriend. Does she think he had her killed? Are her Injuries life changing?
“Y/N is okay. Few deep cuts and lacerations. Some blunt force trauma. But overall she’s out of the hospital and stable. But you dont seem as broken up about Hannibal as you do for Y/N.” Jack says as he watches the curly haired man panic.
“There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named. The happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt. I love Y/N. I would never. Wish her harm.” Will says seriously. “You have contempt for Hannibal.” Jack says, its no a question its a statement. “I have contempt for the Ripper. I have contempt for what he does.” Will says as he starts to pace.
“What does he do, Will?” Jack asks, curious to what the man will say. “What does he do? What is the first and principal thing he does? What need does he serve by killing?” Will says with a chuckle, not a funny chuckle, but one of irony.
“He harvests organs.” Jack says confused.
“No. That's only the action of what he does. Why does he need to do? The Ripper kills in sounders of three or four, in quick order. Do you know why? I know why. Y/N certainly knows as well.” Will is confident in his thinking because it's the only option.
“Tell me.” “Because if he waits too long, then the meat spoils.” Will says as he steps closer to the bars. “He's eating them? Hannibal Lecter is Garret Jacob Hobbs? A cannibal?” Jack says, its almost humorous. Comparing Hannibal to Garret Jacob Hobbs. Its comical. Its like comparing a Lion to a leopard. One hunts for fun while the other Hunts to eat. And the eating is just the dessert for Hannibal. The main course was the hunt.
“Not like Garret Jacob Hobbs. Hobbs ate his victims to honor them. The Ripper eats his victims because they're no better to him than pigs.” Will says, oh how he wished to be at home with His dogs and Y/N. Hannibal would most likely try to turn her against him. But Will knows that would never happen. Y/N is a lot smarter than she looks, she always has a plan. Always thinking. “With the exception of Beverly Katz, there's no connection between Hannibal and any Ripper victims.” Jack says, “No immediate connection. He likely identifies his meals years in advance, earmarks them, then waits with the patience of a python.” Jack looks at Will in frustration.
“Hannibal Lecter is not the Chesapeake Ripper.”
“Who else do you know with unusual culinary tastes? If the Ripper's killing, you can bet Hannibal Lecter's planning a dinner party. You and I probably sipped wine while swallowing the people we were trying to give justice, Jack. Who does he have to kill before you'll open your eyes?” Will says, but we all know who.
HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT-
Y/N watches Hannibal cut the heart into morsels for the skewers. We can see the bandages on his arms as he cuts. He scrapes pieces of meat into a bowl of marinade, one by one.
“Funny how we revere and romanticize a simple pump. Merely a muscle. Yet such a potent symbol of life and the things that make us human, good and bad. Love and ache.” Hannibal says as I take the pieces of heart meat from the marinade and skewers them with pieces of vegetables between each morsel. The bandages around our arms bind us together in our experience. “All of them skewered.” I say, the irony honestly.
“It's a thematic dish. My heart certainly feels skewered.” Hannibal says as he turns to me.
“You have the scars to prove it.” I say as I touch the marks on Hannibal's neck where he was hanged. As he grips my Forearm softly, careful not to hurt me. He admires the bandages that cover my sutured arms. “So do you, I feel as though that noose were still around my neck. It's strange to have nightmares. Never used to.” He says as he grazes my hand with his thumb. The nightmares. Mine are different from his. I killed a man. Yes, he wouldve killed me and Hannibal but its different. Its been so long since i shot someone. Almost 12 years since I Killed, Took my first life.
“Don't make the mistake I've made.” I say softly, “Which is?”
“Being your own psychiatrist. I'm always psychoanaylzing myself. Its always one step forward and three steps back.” I say as i stare at our matching wrappings. “It's the safest course. I'm metabolizing the experience by composing a new piece of music.” He says as he sighs.
“Harpsichord or theremin?” I ask politely, “Harpsichord. Stravinsky said, "A true composer thinks about his unfinished work the whole time; he's not always conscious of this, but he's aware of it when he suddenly knows what to do." Hannibal says fondly, “Do you know what to do?”
“I need to get my appetite back.” He smiles at her and raises his glass. Sips red wine.
PARKING LOT - DAY-
the man-tree on the horizon, asphalt stretching toward. a PD CRUISER, then another, an AMBULANCE and then an FBI CRIME SCENE VAN. An ever-increasing cordon of flashing lights and POLICE OFFICERS. Finally, a BLACK SUV rolls in.
Jack takes in the scene. Looks at the tortured figure built into the tree, his frozen scream. JIMMY PRICE and BRIAN ZELLER are starting to assess the tableau. They talk. Jack just stares. “He's been literally grafted in place -- these are living roots.” Jimmy says in awe of the Rippers artistry. “He's got varicose vines. Threaded through from his heels, under his legs, his back, through his torso and out his fingertips. Followed some pretty tricky endoscopic surgical paths.” Zeller points out.
“Chesapeake Ripper usually cherry- picks his organs. He took every last one. Except for the lungs.” Jimmy says as he hears a car pull up, A black SUV. “Stocking his shelves.” Zeller says turning his head to look at the car.
“There'll be something about the lungs. Why else leave them?” Jack says as he steps forward and looks at the corpse. The artfully-arranged flowers. It offends him. “The time he devotes to what he does. He takes real pride. Belladonna for the heart, a chain of white oleander for the intestines, ragwort for the liver.”
“The flowers are all poisonous.” I say stepping on scene. The looks i get are ones of surprise. “This is judgment. Ripper believes his victim was toxic. A poisonous man. Who is he to moralize?” I continue, It feels weird to be back so soon but I have lives to save. I watch as Jack stares at the body like it speaks just to him.
“He's the eye of a storm. Working in a place of calm while the winds blow us all over. He's so damn certain, it makes me sick.” Jack says as he turns to me, I give him a soft smile. I know hes been through a lot lately.
BAU - MORGUE - DAY-
Standing on a foot ladder, Brian Zeller runs a small CHAINSAW through the branches rising out of the Tree Man's head. Y/N L/N, Jack Crawford, and Jimmy Price All wearing PROTECTIVE EYEWEAR, speaking over the chainsaw BUZZ. “His name is Sheldon Isley. Baltimore city councilman.” Jimmy says as Zeller ceases chainsawing to add: “Ripper's a politician now.”
“At least a conservationist. Five, six years ago, Isley brokered a woodlands development deal despite the disapproval of the EPA.” Jimmy says, he himself is a conservationist. “Councilman Isley paved paradise and put up a parking lot.” Jack shrugs. “What he paved was an important nesting habitat for endangered songbirds. The son of a bitch.” Jimmy says as we watch Zeller reach into the branches and pulls out a nest.
“Autopsy gave us what you'd expect from the Chesapeake Ripper. Pre-mortem surgical dissection, latex glove impressions, body posed before rigor set in.” Zeller says, and I nod, the veins in the legs clearly well- at least to me. Point out the cause of death. Drowning. “What have those lungs coughed up?”
“Water. Councilman drowned. Lungs are filled with aspirated water.” Zeller points out the Tree Man's legs. I smirk internally, still got it. Today I’m alone on this case, well besides jack. “He was standing in water up to his thighs for forty-eight to seventy-two hours prior to his death.”
“To feed the tree?”
“It's possible.” Zeller says as Price guides Jack to a microscope with a video feed. “Here's the exciting part. Tree Man actually bears fruit.” A PLASMA SCREEN: Curious, geometric single-cell creatures flick back and forth. “Diatoms. Unicellular colonies. Good as fingerprints. No two water sources have the same diatom population.”
“The water in his lungs gives us a location of death. Show me.” A map of Virginia. “Fifty-mile radius -- here.” He traces a circle in the Virginia woods. Jack stares at it, contemplating his next move.
BSHCI - WILL GRAHAM'S CELL - DAY-
“You understand the reality of Beverly Katz's death. You understand your role in that.” Hannibal asks the emotionless Will. “What was my role?” Will tilts his head in question. “Beverly died at your behest. You're as angry with yourself as you are with whoever murdered her.” Hannibal claims.
“Actually, I'm not. I'm singularly angry at whoever murdered her.” Will says confidently. “You tried to kill me, Will. It's hard not to take that personally. However, if I were Beverly's murderer, I'd applaud your effort.” Hannibal says, He knows how to hurt Will. He wont hurt someone per say but it will Anger Will. “I'm no more guilty of what you've accused me of than you are of what I have accused you of.” Will says Defiantly.
“Jack Crawford believes you were responsible.” Hannibal says almost in a reasoning sense. “Where does responsibility begin and end, Dr. Lecter? With a final act or the events that led to it?” Will asks with a raised brow. “I don't expect you to feel self-loathing or regret or shame. You knew what you were doing and you made your own decisions. Decisions that were under your control. And they got someone you love Hurt. “ Hannibal says in a darker tone.
“You think I'm in control? I would never Hurt Y/N. Not Intentionally.”
“I think you're more in control now than you've ever been. You found a way to hurt me, Will. I wonder how many more people are going to be hurt by what you do.”
“I'll give Y/N your best.” It's a veiled threat and they both know it. “Good-bye, Will” He turns his Back to Will, not amused...
BAU - MORGUE - DAY-
TECHNICIANS wheel a sheet-covered body into the morgue where Tree Man now lies on a gurney.
Another gurney is wheeled into the swiftly-filling space. Zeller and Price waiting to receive it.
Jack Crawford watching this escalation of bodies through the glass.
HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT-
The STRING QUARTET plays Mozart's "Dissonance" as a party is in full swing with well-heeled GUESTS. Four SERVERS emerge from the dining room, one then the other coming INTO FOCUS as they pass through FRAME, like dancers in a chorus line, and head into the room. The servers spread through the crowd with platters thatguests turn to take food from, creating a swirl of movement through the room.
amidst the crowd and through them. As servers move on and two guests turn to chat, they
reveal Jack Crawford, newly arrived. Jack surveys the room.Hands take morsels of food from the servers' trays and pop them into their mouths. Teeth bite and gnash. Jack watches as they chew and swallow -- going SLO-MO as they chew and then back to NORMAL SPEED for the swallow.
He can see Hannibal talking to two guests. Y/N is nearby. She’s talking to Alana. Alana takes an hors d'oeuvre from a passing tray, a morsel of meat on a pick, and eats it.
Dr. Chilton approaches and saddles up alongside Jack, eyeing the hors d'oeuvres as they move through the room. “Prosciutto roses. Heart tartare. Beef roulade. Needless to say, I won't be eating the food.” Chilton says uneased with the dishes. “Dr. Chilton.”
“Hannibal the Cannibal. That's what they'll call him, you know.” Chilton says amused.
“Not according to Abel Gideon.” Jack says weery. “Gideon's caused me enough trouble today. The fact that he lied to you makes me even more certain he was telling Will Graham the truth.” Chilton eyes the roast pig's head on the buffet table. “Why did you come here tonight if you're so convinced?” Jack says
“Darwinism. I don't want him to think I suspect anything. Keeping my mouth shut on the whole affair.” Chilton says as Jack watches Hannibal. The server returns with a Tupperware
with a lid. Jack takes it in his hands. “Help yourself.” Jack takes a latex glove from his pocket and uses it to place food into the Tupperware. Hannibal glances across the room to see Dr. Chilton watching the exchange curiously. As Jack seals the container, Hannibal smiles sadly.
“Eat it soon or it'll spoil.”
BAU - CORRIDOR - NIGHT-
Jack holds the food container as he greets Brian Zeller and Jimmy Price who are emerging from evidence processing. “Test this.” A DISTINCTIVE NOTE of a harpsichord punctuates the exchange.
HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT-
The room has been tidied, but evidence of the party remains. Y/N sits at Hannibal's harpsichord, doubling the KEYS she's playing until it becomes clear she's performing a slow, dreamy version of "The Swan." Hannibal slides next to her. She smiles and he watches her for a moment, then starts playing his composition at the opposite end of the keyboard.
“The ending to my composition has been alluding me. You may have solved my problem with "The Swan."” They smile as they play, hands crossing over the keys, pushing their shoulders together.
“If only all problems could be solved with a simple waltz. Jack's treating you like a suspect.
He's pointing fingers in the dark.” I say, I wish i was scared of what i knew Hannibal was capable of. I know what he is and who he is. “I've walked away from Will, but I'm still trailing his accusations.” Hannibal says.
“I cant walk away. No matter how much I wish I wanted to. He’s my partner.” I say softly as my fingers grace the keys. “What does walking away leave us?”
“Each other.” Hannibal looks at Y/N, admiring her, appreciating her. Y/N turns to face Hannibal. He feels her gaze and turns to her, their hands stilled on the keys. His hand reaches up and grazes her cheek softly, she leans into his touch. He kisses her softly, leaving her room to pull away. And pull away she did.
“This- This is wrong.” I say softly, though my body says otherwise. My hands rest on his chest. “What is so wrong about ones affection for another.” Hannibal says as he cups my face in his hands. “I’m with Will…” I say as I close my eyes. “Will needs to learn how to share.” He smirks. And Kisses me. One of his hands trail down to hold my waist. As my hands slide up to his hair.
HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT- We stumble into the Bedroom, Hands clawing at each others clothing. Desperate to be relieved of them. He kicks the door behind us closed. I smile into our lustful bliss, He leads us to the bed without his lips ever leaving my skin. His touch scourches my soul, leaving handprints that shall never leave my being.
He pushes me down onto the bed. He’s in control. He possesses my body, mind, and soul in this very moment. I'm afraid he'll never release me. I sit up, my hands going to the buttons on his dress shirt. His lips leave a trail of bruising marks on my neck. His hands unzip my backless dress. I kick off my heels that should've been discarded earlier. The straps of my dress fall down my shoulders.
Hannibal’s dress shirt, suit jacket, and vest have been discarded to the floor by now, leaving him in his belt, pants, and what's underneath. He pulls the straps of my dress to reveal the skin beneath. I quickly go to cover myself, but he grabs my wrists gently but tight enough to stop me.
Hannibal gazes down upon my body, my dress now joining my heels on the floor. I advert his burning Gaze. “Perfect, you are a masterpiece dear. A Living piece of Art” He says as he takes both of my wrists into one of his hands, the other lifts my chin to meet his Gaze. I flush red, feeling the heat in my cheeks and the pooling in my panties. Glad i'm wearing lace. He unpins my hair from its style, my curls fall framing my face. I bite my lip, he pulls it free with his thumb and kisses me hungrily. I moan into the kiss, Hannibal takes the opportunity to bite my lip drawing Blood from it. I gasp and look up at the much older man, He smirks and strokes my cheek. My hands go to his belt, my eyes never leave his. One of Hannibal’s hands trails down my body, coaxing shivers from my body. His fingers dip into my panties, my Breathing hitches. “So wet. Does Will ever make you this wet?” He asks darkly, I nod softly. There had been a few occasions where Will had Aroused me to this extent.
He looks at me like I'm Prey. Like he could eat me alive. And let's be honest, He probably could. He pushes me down, and Tears my panties off me swiftly. I gasp as he spreads my legs and kneels before me. The sight of it makes me somehow wetter.
Its like the Devil kneeling before an Angel. I lean onto my elbows to watch as he kisses up my legs, my head falls back as he softly blows on my heat. I softly Whimper. He litters my inner thighs with kisses and hickeys. Then finally he brings his mouth to where i need it most.
Hannibal's tongue licks a stripe up my pussy. He groans at the taste; “You taste Divine.” He smirks and then attaches his mouth to my cunt, drinking me in. My hand tangles in his hair as the other grips the comforter tightly. “Fuck…” I moan out the profanity, I feel him smirk against my heat. He grips my thigh with one hand as the other trails its fingers along my entrance. He pushes two long fingers into me, causing me to buck and moan out other unintelligible profanities and words of praise.
He hikes my leg over his shoulder, my hand tangled in his hair softly tugs him closer. Im a moaning mess, He sets the pace with his fingers and curls them, expertly hittling my g-spot as he attaches his lips to my clit.
“Oh Fuck! Hannibal.” I moan loudly, Alerting him that he found it. If he had neighbors they'd surely hear me. I quickly feel the familiar burn of an oncoming orgasm, my pussy clenches around his fingers and he pulls way causing me to let out a pathetic whimper.
“Not yet Butterfly.” He says softly as he removes my leg from his shoulder. He leans over me and Kisses me softly, I moan softly at the taste of myself on his lips and tongue. I Kiss along his jaw and down his neck. Politely not leaving any marks. My hands unbutton his pants and i bite my lip. I knew it wasn't right. I Love Will. But there's just something about Hannibal that coaxes the dark and dangerous part of me out.
I flip us over and straddle his thighs as he watches me with a dark smile. I kiss up his stomach, abs and chest, until I reached his lips. He grips my waist and kept me pressed to him in our passionate kiss. Until i pulled away. I tugged at his pants and he allowed me to take them off. I hear him chuckle darkly.
“What?” i ask innocently, I look up at him softly. He cups my cheek and his thumb strokes my cheek bone. “Such a good Girl.” He praises, I whimper at said praise. I focus on my task at hand. I look back up at him silently asking permission. My hands needy, grasping at his boxers. He shakes his head with a smile as he strokes my cheek. My eyebrows furrow confused. “Not tonight Butterfly.” He flips us back over. Hannibal chuckles. He strokes my hair and kisses me. I relax and sigh into the kiss. His hands explore my body, mapping out the soft skin. My arms wrap around his neck, and pull him closer. He kisses along my neck, his tongue tasting the salt on my skin. He pulls back and admires the work he has done on my neck. I reach up and brush the hair from his face. Hannibal looks back up at me and kisses me passionately. I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding up on his bulge, desperate for friction.
Hannibal moans at the action and pulls back to look at me. My face flushed. I bite my lip as he strokes my hair and tucks it behind my ear. I grind up again and he kisses me roughly.
His hands pin mine above my head, he grips them both with one hand. He lines himself up with my entrance. I moan and whimper, wanting nothing more than for him to be inside me. His other hand holds my hip, his thumb strokes the skin there. I feel his tip tease my entrance, I let out a pathetic whine. He looks into my eyes and then slides into me. We both moan, and he lets out a low growl. He bottoms out inside of me and I gasp. My back arches and my eyes roll back.
My hands grip the pillow, Hannibal releases his grip on them. He leans down and kisses me softly as he pulls back and slowly thrusts back in. I moan into the kiss and my nails drag across his scalp, making him growl into the kiss. His hands hold onto my hips tightly, I know they'll leave a mark. He thrusts into me at a slow pace, letting me feel every inch of him. He groans and moans, I love the sounds he makes.
His thrusts start getting rougher, more animalistic. My legs wrap around his waist and my heels dig into his lower back, pushing him further into me. The sound of our skin slapping is music to my ears, and i know that I can't hold back anymore.
I gasp and moan. I claw at his back, and he buries his face in the crook of my neck. His breath is hot against my skin, his teeth scrape my skin and I whimper. Hannibal thrusts harder and faster, hitting deeper with every thrust. I cry out as the all too familiar burn starts to form, my toes curl. Hannibal groans, his cock twitches inside me. I can tell he's getting close, too. His pace gets more erratic and less rhythmic.
He bites my shoulder, marking me. Claiming me as his. I scream out, the pain and pleasure overwhelming my senses. I feel him cum inside me, hot and sticky. The sensation of it sends me over the edge, my orgasm hits and i cum on his cock. We ride out our orgasms together, he slows his pace and kisses along my neck. He releases the skin of my shoulder from his teeth. He licks the blood and cleans the wound.
HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT-
Her skin is in stark contrast to the crimson bedding. Hannibal sleeps soundly next to Y/N. After a moment, he opens his eyes. He watches Y/N. He finally stands. He takes Y/N's wineglass from the bedside table. With a white cloth, he wipes the rim, then sets the glass back down. He snaps his fingers close to her ears; she doesn't stir. He looks again at Y/N’s sleeping, then leaves.
HOSPITAL - DR. GIDEON'S ROOM - NIGHT-
l he lies propped up in a hospital bed, curtains drawn all around on an oval frame. His face is bruised. IV drips and monitoring are hooked up to his body. A THICK BANDAGE around his TORSO. We HEAR the door to the room open and then slowly close. Gideon's eyes open as FOOTSTEPS squeak on the floor. He sees a tall SHADOW behind the CURTAINS as it approaches.He watches as the shadow moves toward the foot of the bed. SLOW and TENSE. The curtains are drawn back and a tall figure in surgical scrubs, gloves and a MASK stands before him. He pulls down his mask to reveal Hannibal Lecter. “Hello, Dr. Gideon.”
“I knew you'd come.” Hannibal smiles at Gideon.
HOSPITAL - DR. GIDEON'S ROOM - DAWN-
Early morning light begins to creep through the windows.the curtains surrounding Gideon's bed, a GHOULISH SILHOUETTE hangs beyond them. A FLASH ignites behind the curtain, the silhouettes of TWO MEN examining the body. Jack Crawford as he approaches. He opens
the curtains to find Brian Zeller taking forensic photos of the body as Jimmy Price dusts for fingerprints.
THE BODY It seems to be floating on his belly, horizontally suspended two feet above the bed. His skin is pinched/stretched/pulled many different directions by WIRE FISHING LEADERS. Each line ends in a handcrafted HOOK -- the barb pushed through the skin of the dead man's back, arms and legs. But that dead man is not Abel Gideon. Instead, it is a BALTIMORE POLICE OFFICER, his gun belt still around the waist of his uniform pants. His torso is BARE and opened, the skin held back in flaps attached by fishhooks. The contents of his abdomen on the bed below, his badge sits on top. The finger clip from the MONITORS is attached to his hand. “Put a heart monitor on the guard so no one'd know Gideon was missing, least for as long as it took the guard to die, which wasn't long.” Zeller says.
“Long enough.” Jimmy indicates the dead police officer. “Fishhooks. Hand-tied flies. Like the ones Will Graham used to make. This one has human hair. A tooth.” Jimmy says as he indicates the parts in the flybaits. “There's no way Gideon could have done any of this with his injuries, much less get out of bed.” Zeller clarifies.
“Last time Gideon escaped custody, he was trying to find the Chesapeake Ripper. Found him all right. And tonight, the Ripper found Gideon.”
HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING-
Y/N asleep in Hannibal's bed. She stirs slightly and slowly opens her eyes. Hannibal sleeps quietly next to me. I stare peacefully at the ceiling, the morning after sleeping with a friend. What the Hell have I done? As I begin to think too much, I realize Hannibal has opened his eyes and is watching me.
“You're awake.” I say with a soft sigh and a smile. “So are you.”
“Was thinking about What we did. How I betrayed Will. My heart is torn. And I don't know why.” I say softly as my smile starts to drop. He Caresses my cheek and brushes away a stray hair in my face. “Of course your heart is torn. You love Will. But you also care for me as well.”
“But I feel that is unfair. Not to me but to the both of you.” I say softly “It isn't unfair, I know how to share. And I'm certain Will does too.” He kisses me, then stops and looks at me reassuringly: I kiss him back. BING-BONG. The doorbell rings. BING-BONG. “Last time someone rang my doorbell this early, it was a census taker.” He goes in to kiss me again before BING-BONG and begrudgingly Hannibal rises from the bed, shrugs on a robe. Hannibal goes to the curtains and draws them -- revealing the morning sun and allowing it to spill into the room.
“I'll see who it is.”
HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER-
three loud RAPS on a heavy oak door. The peephole goes dark, then -- Hannibal opens the door to find Jack Crawford standing outside.
“Hello, Jack.” Hannibal says as he leads Jack into the living room. “What can I do for you?”
“Gideon took a fall down a stairwell last night. Was hospitalized. Security guard standing watch was killed in what looks to be another Chesapeake Ripper murder. Now Gideon is nowhere to be found.” Jack explains and looks at him expectantly.
“He escaped?”
“We know he didn't walk out of the hospital. His back was broken. Someone took him. Someone he knew. Where were you last night?”
Hannibal Hesitates “I was Here.”
“All night?”
“Yes.”
“Anyone besides you can verify that?” Hannibal's quiet a moment. Then, from behind Jack: “I can.” I say wrapped in one of Hannibal's Button-ups, it goes down to my mid-thigh. Jack turns. He flashes surprise, but tamps it quickly.
“I was here with Hannibal all night, Jack. What are you accusing him of?” I ask as Hannibal reads Jack's frustration and perhaps relief. But there's a chance he woke up. Why the Hell am i not upset that i most likely Fucked the Chesapeake Ripper. “I'm not accusing him of anything. Only asking his whereabouts.”
“That's not all you were asking.” Jack looks evenly at them, nods, forced to accept that
Hannibal isn't the Chesapeake Ripper...
BAU - EVIDENCE PROCESSING - DAY-
Brian Zeller stands in front of a monitor. Jimmy Price and Jack Crawford look on. “Not cows. Wagyu beef. I'd say, a hundred dollars worth right there.”
“Sure it wasn't Kobe?” Zeller asks his fellow tech. Jimmy rolls his eyes: “All Kobe is Wagyu, but not all Wagyu is Kobe. Least we know Dr. Lecter wasn't serving up people.”
“Want people? The Chesapeake Ripper was tying flies with them. Just like Will Graham allegedly did.”
BAU - MORGUE - MOMENTS LATER-
Brian Zeller, Jimmy Price and Jack standing over a row of FISHING LURES taken from the security guard's back.
“Hair woven into the monofilament is Beverly's. Bone fragments from Miriam Lass. Veining from Sheldon Isley. Optic nerves and arteries from Judge Davies. A toenail from James Gray, our Muralist.” Zeller points to the DNA matches. A fly hook. Cleverly crafted, with bits of dark, organic material woven into the monofilament. A bone fragment. Veining coiled around hook and feather. An optic nerve entwined with bark.
“All Chesapeake Ripper victims.” Zeller says as Jimmy indicates four lures, in partial stages of
deconstruction, in individual grids. “These four lures here are almost identical to the ones we found at Will's house, made with materials from the exact same human remains. Abigail Hobbs, Marissa Schuur, Donald Sutcliffe, Georgia Madchen.” Jimmy points out.
“Will didn't kill any of them. There was no Copycat. It was always the Ripper. He's finally taking credit for those murders.” Jack realizes Will never killed anyone other than Garret Jacob Hobbs.
“May be taking too much credit. We found something else in the lures.” With tweezers, Jimmy plucks a curled, wispy wood shaving from one of the deconstructed fly grids.
“Madrona bark. It's a tree almost nonexistent on the East Coast. But this bark was peeled recently.”
Zeller gestures to the map of the area. “There's a small stand of madrona in Virginia.”
“Inside your diatom search area.” Zeller zooms in with his hand, à la an iPad. “Here.”
VIRGINIA BARN - NIGHT-
Moonlight on crisp white snow. The hulking black shadow of a heavily-built wooden barn stands stark against the white. we hear the low rumble of a car engine, to find a black sedan pulling up on the opposite side of the barn. JACK CRAWFORD and DR. Y/N L/N Exit the car. Takes in the barn; the two heavy gate doors barred on the outside. Jack pulls out his gun and a Maglite and walks toward it, his feet crunching on the snow. Their breath frosts the air. Jack walks up the wooden ramp to the heavy doors.
Blackness, except for slivers of faint moonlight shining through the wooden beams. We hear the sound of the heavy bar eing thrown. And then the door opens and a piercing FLASHLIGHT BEAM.. Jack and Y/N silhouetted behind it as he enters the barn slowly. He plays the flashlight around the space, cautious. Tense.
.
Cobwebs and old wood. Heavy old machinery and hand tools. Dust in the air. A SKITTERING SOUND and Jack swings the light and gun -- catching a RAT scurrying for cover... Jack and Y/N move on. Something shines in the beam and Jack moves toward it. A new steel padlock on an old door. Incongruous. Y/N looks around to be cautious of her surroundings.
A rending sound of wood and metal. A door opens to reveal a flight of wooden stairs, looking up
at Jack and Y/N.
Y/N throws down the iron bar she used to force the lock. Jack Shines his light right at the bottom as they start down the stairs -- Jack moves down the wooden stairs, gun and flashlight before him. Y/N shines her own light to reveal a dark, low cellar space, the concrete floor dominated by the tops of two circular WATER CISTERNS.
Jack and Y/N scan the room, Their flashlight beams our only light source, casting harsh shadows and movements. Jack checks the room for danger -- light reflecting off dirt-smeared windows in the far wall; blackness reflecting back from the other side.
MOVEMENT Y/N stills as she hears it. Heart thumping. A scraping sound. BELOW HER…She moves to the cisterns, the old stone topped with much newer METAL LIDS. she pulls the first one off -- flashes the light into it – dark water rises a third of the way up the steep slick sides.
SCRITCH – The sound again. Y/N moves to the other cistern. Can definitely hear something inside... (AN: BTW i wrote the SMUT scene while listening to "I am not afraid anymore" by Halsey, and whew it really goes with the scene)
#hannibal nbc#hannigram#hannibal x reader#hannigram x reader#fem!reader#will graham x reader#twistedminds#hannibal lecter#will graham
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And… it’s done!
Took just over a week and the seam ripper got a workout but the Dark Eyes coat mark II is finished:
I had to make a few more adjustments/corrections as I went along:
The day after I set in the sleeves I noticed that the right shoulder dart was slightly too far forwards, which meant the sleeve head and shoulder pad had to come out so I could unpick the top of the seam and move it to the right place, something that helpfully removed the one little tuck I’d ended up with at the same time. Unpicking resulted in the fabric tearing so I had to take some extra on the seam when I restitched it, but this actually hid some of the holes from where I’d taken out the topstitching the day before which was a plus so I won’t complain! I also took the sleeves up by 3/4 of an inch when they proved too long even for someone with gibbon arms, an adjustment I must have made before but didn’t make a note of on the pattern.
Because I’m never satisfied I changed the collar again, rounding the ends slightly as it still looked too pointed. It was too high as well but I think I may have taken a bit too much off when I cut it down; not much I can do about it now. After I’d attached everything and topstitched I realised that it wasn’t meeting the lapel on the left side by about a centimetre which meant yet more unpicking to put it right. The edges aren’t sitting completely flat, something that’s annoying but that’s my fault for not rolling them over far enough when doing the topstitching.
The front edges were sticking out at an angle towards the bottom so I took some more off the seam to level them out.
When I made my first version, not knowing what the lining looked like I used up some ladybird satin I had left from a coat I’d made a few weeks before but this time I went for plain navy lining fabric which I think is probably more accurate (I could be wrong, of course; for all I know Paul’s hiding a funky lining in there. I know I would!):
I thought I’d put some photos of the two versions side by side so you can see the differences. The major changes were: returning the back side panels and creating the belt; shortening and shaping the collar; adding the pocket detail and the false bound holes behind the second row of buttons; topstitching round all eight buttonholes. I also felt when wearing it that the first coat was too short so I increased the length by a couple of inches. With hindsight I wish I’d narrowed the lapels a bit as they’re a lot wider than the collar but by the time I noticed it was too late to change as I’d already made the bound buttonholes. Never mind!
For comparison, old coat on the left, new on the right:
Overall, I’m really pleased with the way it’s turned out. It looks much more like the original, which is what I wanted, and though there may be tweaks I’d make if I was able I always feel that way; I’m never 100% happy with anything I make as I can always see room for improvement.
Obligatory dodgy mirror selfies to finish; I’ll try and get some better pics if I manage to wear it out somewhere in the next few weeks. You’ll probably have noticed that my version buttons up the opposite way round and that’s because - apart from the frock coat where it didn’t matter - I’ve never worked with mens’ patterns and changing the crossover would just confuse me. The shirt and waistcoat for my NotD cosplay both button this way and I wear my watch chain on the other side as well; I think that’s probably partly what Paul was referring to when he said upon seeing me in May that it was like looking in a mirror!
#i had sore fingers from sewing the hem and the buttons#it’s not easy pushing a needle through faux leather#i could have done with one of those pads sailmakers used to wear on their hands#but it’s done and i’m happy#sfs’s adventures in sewing#vogue pea jacket hack#doctor who#eighth doctor#8th doctor#dark eyes#sewing#cosplay
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Black Clover Next Gen Dump!
This account was supposed to be for my next gen and I haven’t posted about them in a long time so here are some of them!
Jack The Ripper/Nozel Silva
Adrius Silva(eldest), Acier Silva II, Argent Silva, and Adeline Silva(youngest)
Acier, Argent and Adeline are all magic knights. Acier is the Vice Captain of the Green Praying Mantises and Argent and Adeline are both in the Silver Eagles. Adrius likes to explore so he’s usually not in Clover. In present time he’s in Spade. Acier is angry at her brother for always being absent, while Argent greatly admires their older brother. Adeline wants to be closer to Adrius, and is jealous that Faith Swing seems to be closer to him. Regardless, they all miss him.
Fuegoleon Vermillion/Bridget Oriel || Salamander
Felicity Vermillion(eldest) and Calix Vermillion(youngest)
Felicity "Felix" and Calix were adopted by Fuegoleon Vermillion and Bridget Oriel when their hometown, Ylve Village, burned down. Calix’s upper face was completely burned in the fire. In the future, Felix dyed her hair to look more like her parents. Felicity has Catalyst Magic and Calix had Wind Magic
Yami Sukehiro/Nacht Faust
Yami Kaya and Yami Kaeda
Kaya and Kaeda are the new Light/Dark Magic duo. Kaya has light magic and Kaeda has dark magic. Kaya is the new Captain of the Black Bulls. Kaeda is currently trying to form a new squad.
More Kids!!!
[Old] Mini Comic! (ft. more kiddos)
I will try to post more of them in the future! For now this is all
@funky-sea-cryptid helped with Adrius’ name and inspired Adeline’s! :3
Bridget Oriel(an interpretation of Salamander) is @t-f-t’s oc!
#black clover#black clover next generation au#silvermantis#jack the ripper x nozel silva#fuegoriel#yaminacht#magluck#asuyuno#rillmy#kiatelle#bc next gen mini comic#i will try to post more kiddos soon
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Masterlist XI
Let's do this the right way; save space.
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Last updated: 11, 03, 2024
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Masterlist I
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Masterlist IV
Masterlist V
Masterlist VI
Masterlist VII
Masterlist VIII
Masterlist IX
Masterlist X
DMC:
Sparda boys + V x Aerith-like!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Sophia-like!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Zookeeper!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Paranoid!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Constantly naked!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Jazz singer!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Kneading!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Reader with gift related trauma headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Maiden!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Reader with a mini-me headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Reader with a non sexual tickle kink headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Reader who is shy about noises headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Reader lactation kink headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Reader who has never seen snow headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Reader anime accident headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Pianist!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Psycho!Reader with a gun headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Reader with Marie Antoinette syndrome headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Reader with low life expectancy headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Reader Reader who makes otter noises headcannons
Sparda boys + V reacting to Reader giving them a wedgie headcannons
Sparda boys + V x People pleaser!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Best friends to lovers!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Reader first date headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Male!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Hurt dog-like!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Goth!Autistic!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Reader with weird cooking habits headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Haphephobic!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Sunburnt!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V Reading Reader's diary headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Reader with anger issues headcannons
Sparda twins + V x British accented!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Surprisingly strong!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Reader kitten situation headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Shy!Praiser!Reader NSFW headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Shinobu like!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Fem!Reader who gets stalked by a monster headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Knitter!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Visual-kei!Flutist!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys x Reader double proposal headcannons
Sparda twins + V x Old friend!Reader headcannons
Sparda boys × Daughter!Reader dating a bouncer headcannons
Dante x Chubby!Insecure!Reader headcannons
Dante + Vergil x Black Magic using!Frail!Reader headcannons
Dante + V x People pleaser!Reader with abandonment issues headcannons
I can't trust you (Dante x Traumatized!Reader angst/suggestive)
Dante x Autistic!Reader headcannons
Awkward things the Sparda boys + V do during sex headcannons
Dante + V x Reader who meows for attention headcannons
How the DMC boys would carry their SO
Sparda boys x Younger!Fem!Reader headcannons
Anal destruction (Vergil x Reader NSFW)
Naked encounter (Vergil x Reader NSFW)
Nightlight (Dante x Male!Neko!Reader)
Dante x aspec!Reader headcannons
Braids (V x reader fluff)
Second place (Dad!Vergil x Daughter!Figure skater!Reader platonic)
Too shy (Dante x Shy!Fem!Reader)
Super Spicy Shower Time (Dante x Fem!Reader NSFW)
Time (Nero x Reader angst)
He loved you (V/Vergil x Reader)
I don't feel pretty enough (Dante x Insecure!Fem!Reader)
Noise (Dante x Male!Neko!Reader)
Sparda boys + V x Reader with a southern accent headcannons
Sparda boys + V x Supposedly Dead!Ex!Reader headcannons
MGS:
MGS4!Raiden NSFW alphabet
It's Jack! (NSFW)
Jack the Ripper's grand appearance (angst/fluff/crack/NSFW)
If you slapped his butt (MGR)
X Blind!Male!Martial artist!Reader headcannons
FF7:
My superstar (Yandere!Sephiroth x Reader)
Pegging headcannons (Genesis x Reader)
Post-Nibelheim!Sephiroth x Creepy!Reader headcannons
Rescue (Sephiroth x Reader angst)
JJK:
Dating Gojo headcannons
Dating Mahito headcannons
HXH:
Dating Hisoka headcannons
Dating Illumi headcannons
Fairy Tail:
Dating Midnight headcannons
#Dmc#writing masterlist#Masterlist#icycoldninja writes#icycoldninja's masterlist#multifandom#multifandom writer#jjk#fairy tail anime
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