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I could write an essay on this scene. The absolute admiration in his eyes. The smile. The poetic nature of it all. (He's a drama queen by nature as well, but I digress). The way he looks like he just got the air knocked out of him. HE WAS SO IN LOVE IM SICK

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I was literally writing about this the other day

Like. The way the body reveals what you’re feeling, even thinking, without your approval. Blushing and sweating specifically. Idk what my point is it’s just fascinating

Almost like in some way your physical form is reaching out to be seen and experienced and acknowledged, and slips past your conscious form to achieve that in its own way

“A sweating body already offers a show of erotic repulsion and attraction. The body’s primordial temptation to cover itself with its secretions. A mere trickle of water flowing over a smooth stone is enough to make it erotic. Everything that slides evokes sexual pleasure, even the wind. Sliding would thus seem to be the source of all pleasure, and perhaps of meaning.”

— Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories (via applepieskies)

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I am so invested in this and seriously impressed

Keep us updated!

Lil update to this post , I was able to get some more hours into my project (yay)! Apologies for the funky photo lighting, I was in my garage trying to steam the fabric as the creases were being difficult to get stitches in

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First chapter of my take on a post-fall fic is out!

What if they never actually fell? How would they adapt to their new dynamic on the run together? 

This fic has:

✅ stitching each other's wounds ✅ licking blood off each other ✅ Will's southern accent ✅ possessive Will ✅ angry flirting ✅ cannibalized IDF member ✅ communism ✅ only one bed ✅ Jimmy and Zeller

(not all in chapter one lol)

Guaranteed forehead kisses for anyone who reads it 💋

I'll be uploading new chapters as frequently as I can, if anyone is interested in a tag list lmk! I have much of it written, it just needs some refining.

I am also very open to ideas and suggestions!

since y’all commented I’m tagging you lol @asadsadlittleman @riot-rose-eats-people @spaceman-says @w0lfki77er

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Have a sneak peak of the s4 fic I'm working on while I continue to nitpick over it instead of publish it lol

“You’re bleeding,” Will’s voice was rough.  Hannibal looked at Will before feeling his back, his hand coming back bloody. “No need for concern.” He returned to tending the fire. “Yeah, well, I’m concerned. Would you let me look at it?” “It’s been tended to.” “Not well enough.”

“Would you like to play doctor, Will?” He turned back to Will, slightly stung by the critique.  Will held his gaze. "I’d like to know you’re not going to bleed out."   Hannibal straightened with a wince and silently retrieved a medical kit. “Why didn’t you ask me to help you with this? You can’t even see it.” “You could barely hold a spoon this morning.” “Sit down,” Will commanded. Hannibal obeyed and lowered himself onto an ottoman before pulling his sweater off. Will’s stomach knotted. Hannibal shirtless and bloody was exhilarating, but the bullet wound was an ugly thing, not his doing, not his design. The sight of it sent a spike of anger through him.  Will’s fingers were less steady than he hoped they would be as he peeled back the bloodstained bandage. His fresh blood sparkled over his bruises like gemstones in the firelight. Will resisted the urge to lick the blood off him.  He put his hand on Hannibal’s back and dug his thumb into the edge of the bruise. Hannibal inhaled sharply.  I should be the one to make him bleed.  Will wished he could see Hannibal’s reaction, watch his pupils dilate as he pressed harder. He wanted Hannibal to see the jealousy, the possession, in his eyes.  “How does it make you feel that he touched me first?” “How does it make you feel,” Will mocked. “It makes me feel like I haven’t left enough of a mark on you.” Hannibal’s hand found Will’s wrist, guiding him to press harder against the bruise. “I’d be honored to be marked by you.” Will’s pulse roared in his ears as he considered what that meant. He imagined pinning Hannibal to the rug by the fireplace and biting into that bullet wound as he arched beneath him, working his flesh with his teeth until they were both gasping and bloody.   Not tonight. Not with another man’s creation.  He took a breath and brought himself back to reality.  “Tell me what I need to do,” he said as he looked at the wound.  Hannibal talked him through the process of cleaning and stitching. He was stoic and still, but let a few low, breathy groans escape. It didn’t help with Will’s concentration. Will’s sting of jealousy had begun to fade, and he became acutely aware that the skin beneath his hands was not just flesh, but a being, a man, whom he felt… affection for.  He did want to hurt Hannibal, though. Not for revenge anymore, but for pleasure. To leave him marked with his design. Simultaneously, his stitching was shaky and slow because he couldn’t bear the idea of causing him pain. 

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me in real life: torture and murder are horrible and you shouldn't do them.

me in fiction: torture and murder are literally the two sexiest and most fun things you could possibly do and you should do them all the time.

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what is this, I started making videos for Tik Tok! Hooray! This is the first time I've done this

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Sharing this here too because honestly I'm actually really proud of this

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can I please live in the Hannibal universe where summer seems to not exist and I have the possibility of being eaten by a beautiful gay cannibal couple

or at least summer doesn't last very long there

it got up to 96 today please I'm begging release me

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original sketches for Danny Elfman’s So-Lo album cover in 1984

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a tiny space scully I drew before bed

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holayy molayyyy