#weeeeee !!!!!!!!

[pastelwell]

We’re now on chapter threeeeee!

So many people have subscribed for updates I am genuinely mind boggled, thanku for coming along with this little fic and reading it and supporting me and sending cute comments and messages, I love u all SO much, more than you will ever know 💜💜💜

Final chapter/sort of epilogue is coming soooon, I am just embellishing it and editing it and overthinking it as I am wont to do ✨

I have posted a new hannigram fic ahhh! More plotty than I’m used to so naturally I am wildly self-conscious and worried about it hooraaaayyy! Please be nice, love you x

Means to an end

After the events of Mizumono (S2E13), Jack goes a little off the rails. In an effort to lure Hannibal back and save Will from himself, he kidnaps Will and fakes his death. His plan works, but not in the way he expects...

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“What do you…” Will starts, then trails off. He can see it already, forming in his mind. Knowing Jack as he does, this all feels suddenly like deja vu. Like he should have seen it coming… “Why are you doing this?”

Jack looks bemused by this question, “You know why.”

“I want you to tell me. I want to hear you say it,” Will says, darkly.

Jack considers this for a moment, and Will can see in his eyes the precise moment he considers turning around and leaving Will’s request in the dead air between them. But then, pride prevails. Superiority in the face of a junior, the urge to share a clever scheme clearly too tempting.

“Will Graham is dead. Complications at the hospital, injuries too complex, you were beyond saving. Just another victim of the Ripper. And when Lecter sees that you’re dead, that he played a part in your death, he’ll come back for you.”

“And why would he do that?” Will asks, but it comes out weak, “He’ll either… Sense that it’s a trap and ignore it, or he’ll be disinterested. He tried to kill me Jack, why would he return if he got what he wanted? He has no reason to�� To care about me. About that.”

“You don’t believe that any more than I do,” Jack chides, and something in that statement makes Will’s stomach twist in on itself, his chest aching fiercely.

“You don’t know him—” like I do, Will almost finishes, but realises too late that statements like that aren’t going to help his case.

“I know that he will want to be sure. And I know as well as you do that he didn’t intend to kill you that night. Even if he senses a trap, he’ll consider himself too clever to be caught. He will come back for you. To claim you, one way or another.”

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[smolestboop]

drew my friend's main (Magik) and mine (Mantis) having a girls night (mass murder)

[sajjji]

happy tgirl tummy tuesday look at my cool eyeliner

[damehimari]

A Lord devoid of light

It's been a moment since I've drawn him.

feels lovely having more time to paint now ahhh.

[shushimint]

included my modern ancients in uni which helped me stay sane teehee so heres a bunch of art I made so far of them !

[re-dracula]

Experience the Dracula season with Re: Dracula, a bite-sized audio adaptation of the horror classic. We're on most podcast apps, and will be posting entries to Dracula on the days they happen!

[thats-ill-eagle]

Hello????

You know the ship is good, when the VA of one of the characters aknowledges the fanart of the ship.

Buttonblossom fans keep winning ✨

[sleepyzz0h]

@imclou I like your au so I watch arcane to understand it better and I love it more 🫵

Have some love 🫵😔💕

Not my best but who cares I enjoyed makin it :DD

Crazy how changin the lineart pen u use changes the art style

[knavesflames]

ARLECCHINO’S HANDS

A little thing about Arlecchino’s hands I wrote while multitasking because I’m thinking thoughts and I can’t do anything about them >:( the world hates me rn

contents: hands. hands doing sexual things. I love hands could you tell. HANDS.

nsft utc!

Think about Arlecchino, a graceful yet ruthless harbinger. There is nothing but violence in the darkened palms of her hands, skin stained with the blood of those she had so viciously slaughtered once before. Said hands are taken care of meticulously, however. Manicured stiletto shaped nails painted black and red, you aren’t sure that you’ve seen her with her hands looking anything less than perfect. Even in the dirtiest, most bloody of battles, the first thing she does is wipe her hands off.

Two nails are filed down, just enough for them to be blunt. Everyone notices, nobody asks. They seem to know the answer. How could they not, when you’re always draped around her arm, looking up at her like you’d give her the world (you would) (her world is you) You’re either staring at her hands or holding them. The question of your enjoyment of them needs not to be asked.

Of course, when you’re not in public, caressing them, holding them, or staring at them, they’re holding your waist as she fucks into you with her favourite strap, her eyes piercing into yours while her breath comes in sharp pants from the effort of slamming into you, and her voice coming out in hoarse praises of “good girl”, “you sound so pretty”, and “you take my strap so well, don’t you?”, her words demanding a response from you, whether it be moaning, whimpering or babbles of confirmation and requests to keep going. Occasionally, when she’s feeling particularly kind to you, one hand will come down to allow her thumb to rub soft circles on your clit, allowing you to cum around her quicker. The sound of her hips meeting yours rings out and you could swear it drowns out the sound of her breathing.

Or, if they’re not gripping your waist, one of them is between your legs, two fingers pressing into you and curling when they reach the gummy spot inside of you that causes your legs to buckle, and one is gently pressing on your lower stomach, just to tease you a bit more, to cause more noises but to also make sure you can’t move and chase more of what she’s giving you. You get what she wants, when she wants. But you love her hands, and you love the way her palm grinds against your clit when she adds a third finger.

When she’s feeling particularly frustrated, for whatever reason, she enjoys wrapping said hand around your pretty throat, squeezing at little intervals to remind who truly controls you (at least in that moment, anyway). She enjoys watching your breathless smile and your stifled moans, and absolutely adores the way your face changes and contorts when you reach your orgasm thanks to her skilled digits constantly working inside of you and her thumb rubbing circles on your puffy clit the way she knows has you trembling within seconds.

You adore her hands, and the many ways you can make use of them.

[gunstellations]

more boom sonadow

[daiisep]

[pickelda]

Inquisitor Thea Lavellan

[k9emote]

SPIN MOJISSSS

For when the spin monster takes over (All are animated)

1. Spin with friend 2. Spin slow 3. Spin fast 4. Spin SPEED

[gothicvelseb]

i drew a mockup like, advertisement..thing for boys n grills? I think it would be like wall art in the diner

[rogerrrroger]

Mini Medic doing the Nae Nae

I gotchu

[paper-lilypie]

your honor, they’re no longer in denial