#sibling!will graham

[eightofpents]

London.

[froggerland]

Virgin cringe fail terror lieuts vs

Chad cunt serving erebus lieuts

for @terroryuriweek day 1 (uniform) (yes i am participating i was just artblocked and am still busy so expect whatever i will contribute to be very late lmao)

[slicklitsilos]

Hey, um, does anyone else think abt the fact that Bryan “every detail down to the color of the curtains matters”, wrote-Hannibal’s-notes Fuller had everyone in the lab say a definitive fact about their sibling(s) except Will who only gave a peeved “what makes you say that?” to Jimmy Guessing he’s an only child (Oeuf- 1x04)

and in Hannibal’s psych notes it seems to say Will’s mom had 2 children ?

…

[purplecatghostposts]

Adrien, having just learned about the Senti-Thing: I just… I barely feel like a person sometimes. Like this body isn’t mine. How do you deal with it?

Félix: My coping mechanisms won’t necessarily work for you. It helps to gain a new perspective however— surprisingly enough, some forms of fictional media help. Mewtwo for example.

Adrien: You used Mewtwo to cope?

Félix: No, I— it doesn’t matter. My point is that I’ll help where I can but I can’t fix your self-image issues. That’s a journey you need to take.

Adrien, mumbling: Might help if I knew how you did it though… *Notices Félix is hesitating. Sits up abruptly* Wait… Wait, is it embarrassing?

Félix, too quickly: What? No.

Adrien, catching on: It totally is. Tell me. Please?

Félix: Adrien, it doesn’t—

Adrien: You kept this a secret for ages, you owe me!

Félix, grimacing: …shadow the hedgehog…

Adrien, eyes widening and a startled laugh leaving him: What?

Félix, face turning red: I USED SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG TO COPE WITH THE NATURE OF MY EXISTENCE, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR?

[dailyloweffortpace]

Day 157: deltarune today

[honeygrahambitch]

Since Netflix decided that in their "The Portrait of Dorian Gray" adaptation, Dorian and Basil should be siblings, it's safe to assume Netflix won't adopt Hannibal in the near future =))))

[bobbiereynolds]

Charnel House (Will Graham x Sibling!Reader)

Character/s: Will, Jack

Word Count: 1,284

Inspired By: I've Been Dying by Deadbeat Girl

A/N: I absolutely love sibling dynamics!!! I still don't know a lot of Wills past or upbringing, so I kept things pretty vague, but the idea of him being a protective older brother is too sweet not to write! So sorry it's off schedule! I was so stumped with what to write and then the idea came this morning :) Anyways, enjoy my loves!!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! ❤🥩❤🥩❤🥩❤🥩❤🥩❤🥩❤🥩

WRITING EVENT ❤️🔪🩸

Young, Will thinks, you are too young for this. Crime scene tape. Massacred families. Blood splattered walls. Small pools of red beneath their heads dripping, dribbling, down the dining room table. Pale skin. Wide eyes. You follow him like you did when you were children, close behind. Bumping into him, stepping on his heels, apologizing quietly. He resists the urge to grab your hand, squeeze it, and remind you to look both ways before crossing the street. He resists the urge to hold you back, shield your eyes, pretend like this is all one bad dream. It’s not. Beside him Jack Crawford. Next is Bev, Price, Zeller. Countless nameless faces in and out of frame. Trailing one another. Jack says something he cannot understand, his attention focused on you. You get that look in your eyes, where your pupils grow big and you get this million yard stare. What do you see? He wants to ask, but remains silent. You are not a baby in this room. You don’t need his guidance or protection. You are a guest, neither FBI nor teacher, but help nonetheless. You are working. He must remind himself you are here as equal. Perhaps not an equal, perhaps your pedestal is taller than his. He glances back at his coworkers, friends he’d say if he were stretching the truth, all of them smirking, laughing at something obviously inappropriate. He tries to smile along, to pretend, but the effort is futile. When he searches behind him you are gone. 

He’s not sure how the topic came up. Was it in therapy? Rattling off anecdotes of his youth. A crucial piece of himself is coming up. Without it, the story would be incomplete. Or, was it in passing? To Be or Alana, both is a possibility. His “gift” is neither special nor worth talking about. Not when his baby could do so much more. Stories of your childhood. Disorganized, without linear time. You are in your pajamas, so small, so scared. Crying to him about a man hanging in your closet. Another monster under the bed. Old houses, with creaky floorboards and white-haired women. Running through the hallways, your feet patting against the thick runners, screeching and giggling. Playing. Not with imaginary friends, like the women laughed. With the dead, he wants to correct, but bites his tongue. You’d been able to see them all of your life. Some are more eager than others. The children are the most trusting. People who went peacefully. Others are harsh. Vengeful. Stitching their existence to you. Unable to shake them off. Seeing them. A young woman in the bathtub, her wrists open. Splashing in the bubbles, in the red only you could see. Finding yourself wandering through fields, through trees to unmarked graves. Begging to be believed. Both of you. Someone suggested your name. Startled, his worlds colliding, his words stern. No one listened though. Each of them wary, disbelieving, and yet so desperate. He makes the call, afraid their voices, their words will somehow taint your world. Somehow they will turn you into him. 

The killer elusive. Skilled, capable, and thoughtful. Massacring entire families. They’re not innocent, though. There are always secrets keeping them together. It’s the daughter you see. Not exactly intact. Her wounds bleeding, her dress stained, though she does not react to it. They rarely ever do. Up the stairs she leads, moving through various officers. Opaque, and unfortunately very real, you squeeze past them, trying your best not to disrupt their investigation. Loony, you heard one say to the other in a low voice. This is not the first time you’ve had someone doubt you in this way. It would not be the last. At first wanting to play. A massive dollhouse sits in her room. A family much like hers lays scattered across the rug. Bodies face down. Joints bent in inhumane ways. When you look inside, it matches the very house you’re standing in. Beaming, you compliment her. It was lovely. The wallpaper from her room pasted across the walls of the toy. Her replica sits on her bed waiting to be played with. She moves to the window where she points to a swing set. It must've been built when she was a baby. After all these years, these snowy winters, it moves in the wind. Unstable, but loved dearly. A swing for her and her brother, never forced to share. Enough to go around. A slide and monkey bars. Scenic, you think. Familiar and yet so foreign.

Reaching out, attempting to grab your hand, she leads you out, down the stairs. The scene has been cleared. Only your brother stands in the dining room. He does as he has been trained to. This ability described to you dozens of times. He feels himself pull out the gun. Aim it at each of them. You want to watch, but she insists, eager to show you. You disappear into the kitchen where a set of stairs leads to the basement. Neither the son nor the parents make themselves known. You’ve been tricked before. And yet, you trust her. There’s no way to explain it. And so, you follow. Unfinished, it sits with dirt floors and cold, concrete walls. Above you, Will's footsteps move across the room. You can trace his path. The girl urges you forward. A washing machine and dryer sit behind an open doorway. She moves past it though, further. A small hole carved into the wall. Small. Too small. Tugging at a board placed over it until it falls to the floor. Right away you smell something familiar. It’s a scent you’ve grown accustomed to. Something rotten. Rotting. Just a little, though. You come to realize the body is mostly gone. She points and you follow with your gaze. A skull. Next to it, a rib cage and spinal cord. Most of the outer flesh decayed, sunken into the dirt, but small parts remain. She stares at you, trying to read your expression. This is what the killer knew. Punishing her family for taking a life. Hiding the body. Thinking they could get away with it. 

You call for Will, your voice steady and unafraid. He comes running. So does everyone else. When you turn back to thank her, this little girl, innocent alongside her brother, she is gone. There is a second body further back, but you came without a flashlight. They question you, your knowledge, but Will comes to your defense, eager to shut down their accusations. Bev compliments you, says the whole Graham family is skilled in this department. You shrug it off, trying to hide your smile. Everyone knew about your brother, amazing and skilled. Few gave you the same credit. Whoever they were, they knew about the bodies in the basement. Thinking of themself as a vigilante of sorts. A killer of killers. Before you leave, you check the backyard, hoping to see her on her swing. It moves gently from the wing, back and forth, snow piled a few inches high on the seat. Jack congratulates you on your work. Neither you nor your brother have explained exactly what you can do to him, not exactly, and he does not insist on answers. Whatever you do, whatever the both of you do, it helps in the long run. Will hopes this collaboration will be a one time thing. Let you go back to your life unscathed. Unharmed. Already there is talk of another case, another murder. You don’t mind. You get to work with Will. You get to understand the dead. Help them in ways you’re typically forbidden from. Meddling, they used to say. Now you were of value.

[jack-in-the-pantry]

i'm so hungry i could eat a will graham

save/share GIFs from Tenor:

GIF 1 // GIF 2 // GIF 3

[littleprincefan]

charlie deff told peter about the cult in her own cryptic way and he probably thought it was just her being weird. but also they Do both have the torture labyrinth tomorrow (paimoning)

[shungrass]

Re doodle (My new phase thanks to my friend and my dad) ☝️🙋‍♀️ The first picture is of the Redfield siblings in code Veronica 🤭

[roodles03]

The Park Siblings (Huntlow Kids)

I decided to group their renders together yippie!

Graham and Poppy are twins but Graham is the oldest ever so slightly. Oliver is two years younger.

Hunter and Willow decided to each name one of the twins when they found out they were having twins. Willow named Poppy and Hunter named Graham. They both decided on a name for Oliver.

The three kids have vastly different magical power levels. Poppy is very powerful like her mother, Graham is naturally powerless like his father, and Oliver is average. Poppy and Oliver were both late bloomers, but Graham was found to be unable to cast any spells circles at a very young age so Hunter made him a palisman. To which Graham got the hang of palisman magic quite quickly and became a prodigy in it, (Although he overworked himself and was very hard on himself to be able to achieve it)

All of the Park kids mess with each other as siblings do, but Oliver does it the most and is the most lighthearted. While Graham and Poppy have a more serious rivalry at times. Graham often was jealous of his sister for her magcial power and the postive attention she got because of it despite not having to work hard, while he has to work his butt off and still barely gets recognized just because he's naturally powerless. (When Graham grew up he eventually learned to accept himself for who he was and not be ashamed of his disability.)

Poppy and Graham treat Oliver differently then they treat each other since is younger and acts more immature then they were at his age. They like babying him and teasing him in a more lighthearted way then they do with each other. While they all get along, Poppy and Graham are more willing to be nasty to each other then they are to Oliver if things get heated.

Poppy is a daddy's girl, Graham is a momma's boy, and Oliver is equally close to both parents.

[minimooberry]

thinking about about leon and his girls 😪

[spooky-scary-ghosts]

Ok but Clarice Starling and Will Graham as siblings?????

Like they are Crawford's 'Golden' children the kids he could never have. The blatant favouritism that could be shown. Will adopting Clarice like one of his dogs. She is just part of the family now. He mentors her helps her through the academy. They both have a sort of morbid attraction to hannibal as he does to them. They are both incredibly intelligent like I think it would work so well. Maybe Clarice joins the FBI so she can be just like the brother that protected her.

[ninadove]

Once I figure out how to undoom him from the narrative the absolutely slaughtering him at basketball is back on

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

I'm sorry for shoving Monster Graham into your faces. I just want to do this before I forget he exists...

Do you guys think that any of the Burns siblings have nightmares of Graham turning back into a monster???

I redesigned a bit his monster form so it matches with the older version I did of him.

[finch-drawsstuff]

im alive ive just been sick outta my mind. that said, fuck ass brothers