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Valentine

Will was sitting alone at the bar, nursing his second glass of whiskey and dispassionately watching the baseball game, when someone changed the channel to the news. He was yanked out of his temporarily peaceful existence when the day’s breaking news flashed across the screen: the Chesapeake Ripper had struck again.

Will quickly pulled out his phone and rushed to TattleCrime.com for HD pictures of Hannibal’s latest tableau. He’d give Freddie this: she always managed to be the first to publish multiple angles of the crime scene and classified details that took reputable news outlets a while to procure. This was probably why she wasn’t dead yet: Hannibal’s god complex probably rejoiced in reading someone write about every single detail he put into his art.

What he saw took his breath away. Will closed his eyes and imagined walking through the scene himself.

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A male corpse stands upright at the centre of the stage, dressed in an expensive, well-tailored suit. His shoes are polished to a shine, his hair carefully styled. He is ID’d as one of Baltimore’s society elites. (An expert performer of civility. The embodiment of a person suit.)

He is posed with both hands cradling a severed head, held upside-down. The head has piercing blue eyes, chestnut-brown curls, and light stubble. He might appear to be the victim, but he is actually the antagonist of this artwork — an equal to the man who literally holds his fate in his hands. Dead snakes — taxidermied and twisted into shapes using wire — are braided through his hair. He is assigned the role of Medusa. (A place of honour. Being a part of this masterpiece — representing Will — finally gives some meaning to his otherwise unremarkable life.)

The standing figure holds the inverted head almost tenderly, his arms raised so their eyes are at a level. A white bridal veil covers his head, ethereal as it flutters gently in the breeze. The delicate lace has been ripped across the middle, creating a clear window so the man and the severed head can gaze into each other' eyes without obstruction. (Will has finally seen what lies beyond the veil. Beyond Hannibal’s person suit.)

The suited man’s chest is an open cavity — his torso has been surgically opened, all flesh and muscle stripped clean to expose just his ribcage. (Will sees right through him. Hannibal feels stripped bare, and the feeling of exposure is in turns welcome and disquieting.)

Nestled within his ribs, encased in a sealed transparent box, lies a human heart.

With both horror and reluctant fascination, Will realizes that the heart is still pumping, even though the man is undeniably dead. The corpse is propped up against a TransMedic machine — a portable organ preservation unit usually used to transport hearts for transplants. Tubes erupt from the valves of the heart, connecting it to the machine and making it beat rhythmically. (Instead of turning someone into stone, Will is an inverted Medusa who has the opposite effect — he’s turned Hannibal’s stone heart soft.)

The tableau is a marvel of medical advancement and a testament to the Chesapeake Ripper’s surgical expertise. The sight of the organ gamely beating outside the body is profoundly unsettling. It’s Hannibal playing God yet again, demonstrating his disturbing intimacy with human anatomy.

I seek to elicit in the observer a wholly unfamiliar emotion. They will recognise the machine as essential to the heart’s life-force, yet be consumed by a visceral sense of absolute wrongness.

I shall show to my beloved what his love has done to me. Vulnerability is grotesque and unsustainable, yet it has somehow transfigured into something vital to our shared existence. There is no escaping this connection — it is, at once, a reminder of mortality and a defiance of it.

This is my design.

》 Full fic on AO3

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Might be imagining things, but have you noticed how he first leans into the embrace, his face onto Will's shoulder?

I mean, he could've pulled Will closer first, without moving an inch. An act of power and having control over Will in his hands. But HE LEANED FIRST.

Maybe, only maybe, he NEEDED this embrace for comfort. It wasn't a terrifying gesture, it was meant for HIM, not Will. The embrace he imagined he'd get from Will, if they had run away together. The one that could've been a fresh start but it turned into a farewell.

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realize i never posted this here

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Not to mention how much of a freak we are here.

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nightmares

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this feels a little TOO accurate

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the wrath of the lamb

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hannibal and will WERE fucking during the second half of season 2. it COULD have been hate fucking on will’s end but you xan not convince me rhat they werent fucking. tgeentire????sex scene with the parallelsof both of them having sex w women at the same time and thhe transitions between scenes and okay .come on. hannibal thrning into the black creature that will always imagines him as i know its symbolism guys but WHAT is it symbolizing And THIS Okay.

pleSe bare with bme i’m so delusional But OKAY. i know its suppose to be will imagining alana there but 🥹 it symbolizes 🥹that alana is what’s keeping them apart guys WILL was thinking about hannibal and ALANA is what is BETWEEN THEMi mean. look at them guys look at the positioning AND i know its like cofnirmed that hannibals in love with will (i think) but BUT i mean it never showed them fucking but i think they were fucking

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Hannibal 1.05 Coquilles | 3.04 Aperitivo

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Hunger is obviously a major theme in Hannibal—it’s literally the cannibal show—but the difference in how that’s portrayed with Hannigram is intriguing.

Hannibal was starving for connection before he had Will, and then everything changed for him. As Bedelia tells Will, “Did he daily feel a stab of hunger, and find nourishment at the very sight of you? Yes.” Hannibal’s hunger is sated by so much as the sight of Will. A mere look at him is enough to satisfy him.

But Will is different. Rather than being sated by his connection with Hannibal, it is the very thing that makes him hungry. There’s a frame in the Italy chapter that makes it look like he’s trapped in a starvation cage. In the script for his sailing scene, he’s literally described to look hungry:

Both Hannibal and Will have a possessive, obsessive, all-consuming love for one another, but it affects them quite differently. Hannibal is nourished by the very sight of Will, but for Will, no amount of the profound attention he experiences from Hannibal can fully sate his hunger—it’s a high he can’t help but chase. It fuels his pathological need to return to Hannibal again and again, no matter how self-destructive it is. I think this is why Will is more outwardly possessive of Hannibal than Hannibal is of Will. Hannibal wants Will to be his; Will wants Hannibal to be no one else’s. Both forms of possession, but Will’s is more jealous because of the way he experiences Hannibal’s attention. It’s a high, it’s a hunger—it’s a need, not a want.

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murder husbands but make it chibi

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Sakit sa mata, sori,,,

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Sherlock & Hannibal Wallpapers

Requests Are Open

Requested By @mikaylaloves5sosand1d

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Hannibal Wallpaper - art by egosketchy 🖤❤

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Hannibal Wallpaper #14

As always, If you use please like or reblog. Do not claim as your own. Requests are Open (multi fandom, aesthetics, etc.)

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Alana bloom is hilarious

She’s like ‘I hate will and Hannibal they are gay and kill ppl’

And then she sees (1) pretty traumized girl and immediately does THE SAME DAMN THING.

like girl you CANNOT blame them.

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Murder husbands finale