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Midnight Mass Digital Collage

+ just the background cause I loveee the way it came out!

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Reblog if your art project has not, does not, and never will make use of generative ai at any point in your creative process.

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Okay but can we talk about how much of an absolute freak Hannibal is for Clarice, and the thing is- she matches his freak and that just seems right to me.

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yeah this could be the best scene in the book

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Clannibal Collage!!!

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Yesss

Oh guys she KNOWS. Guys season 5, cmon. Give her a girlfriend. Cmon. Make it happen.

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Just wanted to start with saying that I’m Sorry to reblog my post but I realized I never wrote out some of the “symbolism” (?) I wanted to add, so I hope you don’t mind me doing that now (also please bear with me as I am not good with explaining my thoughts)

- The Two Headed lamb. In some cultures it’s seen as an omen for disaster. But it can also be interpreted as symbols with duality, uniqueness and harmony. For my part I took the common symbolisms and kind of merged them? I guess. For the duality meaning it’s a balance of opposing forces or the occurrence between “good and bad”. I wanted to really highlight that with the skinned lambs head as well. I also really found the omen for disaster to be interested. (Usually the disaster meaning like a natural disaster of course) however in my interpretation I was more swayed with the idea of the blatant misogyny and corruption of the fbi which corrupted Clarice’s ability to move forward in her career. But I specifically decided to go with a two headed lamb for the representation of duality and an omen of disaster.

- Of course the lambs also represent her lamb trauma too. As this was also slightly modeled/rendered off of that one photoshoot with the lamb.

- On her dress/wrap (tbh I originally was using several references and never decided which it was) you may notice a honeycomb like pattern. That’s not actually meant to be the actual dress pattern. It’s meant to be meaning from the note Hannibal sends her in the book. The Honey and the Lion reference specifically. Since that was one of my inspirations for this painting. I wanted to add a little bit of the symbolism as well as the background is a pinkish red which was supposed to be a sort of inside the lion? (Again I’m really sorry if this doesn’t make sense I hope it does, I’m really bad with words).

- and finally some of the background stencils. (Which before I get into the slight meaning and detail I do just want to say… these were a pain in the ass to make omg.) The border is supposed to be a little “elegant and fancy” as Clarice dreams of going out and enjoying herself in a nice setting.

I hope this is somewhat understandable and I hope you enjoy this and my inspirations!

“Sacrificial Lamb”

Here is my Clarice Starling piece… finally

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"You're...What?"

"Pregnant," Starling confirmed mildly. She held Ardelia's gaze with her light eyes anticipating surprise, and she found it, but there was another current underneath that- bewilderment, stupefaction.

"Pregnant, that's...wow. Are you sure?" Mapps' tone held an edge of trepidation, as though she were hoping for the whole dialogue to be a construct born of her friend's anxiousness due to the year's events. Hell, Ardelia would understand if it were. But the more she looked into the young agent's eyes, the more dumbfounded she found herself. There was nothing but a sort of resigned certainty in those eyes.

"As sure as I could be without a blood test," Starling answered, her voice low. "I bought a pregnancy test in a pharmacy on my way out of Quantico." The words were said in a softer tone.

That assuaged Ardelia, and her hand shot out to touch Clarice's shoulder, trying to reassure her as she had months before, in past spirals, "Honey, those things aren't accurate. Did you take a second test? False positives are a big deal these-"

"I took four of them, Delia," Starling's voice cracked slightly on the number, "Different brands, different places. One at the Academy, three in our bathroom here," the truth tumbled out of her tongue before she could help herself. "They're in my top drawer."

Mapps walked towards the furniture, opened the drawer and found the sticks carefully concealed beneath Clarice's folded clothes, the unmistakable plus sign on all of them. She held one of them in her fingers, looking down at it with her eyes wide. Her neat eyebrows shot up, "Holy shit, Clarice."

She heard Starling sniff quietly, but saw no tears when she turned her head to watch her friend's face. Ardelia stepped closer to her, but remained standing.

"So it's real," the words were chosen thoroughly. "You're pregnant,"

"Yes."

"Couldn't..." Ardelia tried to insist on a false narrative, the one in which Clarice was just thrown off by her body's signs and nothing was actually growing inside it, about to irrevocably change her life, forever, "Are you sure you're not mistaken, Clarice? We could pay a visit to the OBGYN, I'd go with you. Find out if it's really...," she involuntary took a deep breath to vocalize a concept that was still foreign to imagine her uninterested in men, dedicated to studies, grounded friend dealing with, "A child, you know?"

"Ardelia, I know myself," Starling replied simply, and there it was, that same numb acceptance, that expressionless look in her grey-blue eyes, as if talking about something happening to a fellow agent, not herself. "I denied it to myself for weeks too, told myself it was all in my head. I avoided buying a test for weeks," she sniffled again, a silent, strange sound. "My period is very late, and I'm never late,"

Starling's cheeks flushed, but her skin was ashen.

A pregnant beat again. Ardelia looked Starling over, and then searched for her blue eyes.

"Clarice, I have to ask... Who's the father?" the acoustic of their quiet shared bedroom allowed the two women to hear the distant sounds of the Academy; students chatting, agents training. Normal sounds that were the most natural in their lifestyle, yet felt out of place and foreign for Clarice in the moment.

The father.

Think of something... Ardelia wouldn't push it, right?

The redhead felt a lump beginning to form in her throat as she recalled the cold metal of the cell bars in the museum digging into the warm flesh of her inner thighs as she-- Don't, the word came unbidden. Don't you fucking dare to go back there.

"It was stupid," she muttered in a small voice. When Ardelia's eyebrows furrowed and her dark eyes narrowed with confusion and Starling understood she was about to push, she continued, "It was just a guy from a bar. We hooked up, I was drunk," Clarice didn't meet Ardelia's eyes, "It was stupid."

When she did raise her grey-blue eyes to find Mapps' chocolate ones, Starling wasn't exactly surprised to find her friend didn't buy the story.

"Tell me the truth, Clarice," Mapps said without preamble, though her voice wasn't particularly harsh, "You don't go to bars on a regular basis, or hook up with strange men on a regular basis. Drinking gives you a headache. I love you, Starling, but you're a terrible liar."

"I said it was stupid. I wasn't being myself"

"Clarice," Ardelia's tone gave her pause, "We are best friends. I'm trying to figure this out with you because this is huge, all right? We are too damn close and too damn smart to know that's not the truth. So tell me."

The black woman's arms were crossed over her chest now, her body language making it clear she wasn't humoring Clarice's evasion anymore, and she was about to figure out exactly what had occured that left her best friend in this incongruous situation.

When Starling said nothing, Ardelia sighed.

"Alright, not a peep. Was it Pilch?" Ardelia was aware of Starling's proximity with the man in the past, while investigating Buffalo Bill. He seemed to be invested in her friend, and although Starling wasn't one to let people too close, she had let someone in, and perhaps it'd been him.

"No!" The response came stronger than Clarice intended it to, and she prompted her tone to even out. "No, Ardelia. I'm not telling you this because the father isn't exactly in condition to play daddy right now" Starling knew she'd made a poor choice, a downright awful one, but imagining Pilch as the father of her unborn child felt odd. He was so insistent, he'd probably be proposing to her once he learned about the baby.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Ardelia's pitch rose with unease before she willed her mind to remember it was futile to overreact. Despite being pragmatic and Clarice's lifeline ever since they'd become close friends, it was becoming increasingly difficult for the woman to grasp the situation, "Is he married? Is he from the Academy? Did some instructor take advantage of you, Clarice? You can tell me, I won't judge you"

"No, Ardelia. No one took advantage of me, it wasn't like that," Starling's mind began to feel dizzy.

"Then who? And don't try telling me it's not important, Clarice, because it is. So much is at stake here. You just graduated from the academy. You are about to become a real agent, go to the field. How do you plan to get in the field with a baby?"

"I don't know!" Clarice cried out, making Ardelia glance at her with compassion. "I was stupid, and now I have to figure out how to take care of a baby I'm not even sure I want!" The words spilled from her tongue like poison, leaving behind a bitter taste. They were ugly, and the Appalachian recoiled at what she had said herself. "I was stupid," she repeated, feeling the lump in her throat again.

The same sensation of feeling belittled and doubted of returned now, stronger, hidden in a corner of Clarice's mind to tell her she was just a weak woman, just somebody who had luck, a depraved and wrong person who let a serial killer inside her and now was going to bear his child. A fake heroine who betrayed everything she fought for.

That voice, fed by insecurities since her childhood, whispered mean words to her.

Do your victims' families know you spread your legs for criminals?

Are you becoming who you wanted to become, Agent Starling? Are you proud of yourself?

Just poor white trash from West Virginia who can't even conceal her accent...Did you have fun playing with a gun, little girl?

You're not going to anymore. Now you have someone who's going to depend on you ... it's hard to care for a baby and be an FBI agent at the same time.

Or are you thinking of getting rid of it, hm? Your own flesh and blood, no wonder you are already a terrible mother.

"I wasn't thinking about it," Clarice argued with her subconscious, attempting to shut down the words, "Now isn't the time. Stop."

Just a poor southern little girl who won't ever be more than that. How could you raise a child?

You aren't any different from the monsters you hunt down.

Weak. Pathetic. Ridiculous.

What would your father think of you right now?

Don't.

Don't.

Don't.

But the tears came this time, bitter and pouring down in torrents that left Clarice's face wet. The word did little to help her state. Her fears, the trauma from the last months, the shame and the confusion she kept locked up in her heart for as long as she could remember...They were all gushing out of her now, her sobs and hiccups echoing in a sorry symphony that made Ardelia scoop her into her arms.

"Oh, honey, you're crying," Mapps traced patterns on her friend's back, soothing her. They stayed like that for several beats, until Starling's breathing calmed, until all Ardelia could hear were her soft sniffles, and she would breach carefully.

"Tell me," Ardelia breathed softly to Clarice, looking into her glassy eyes with worry, "Tell me, Clarice. We're sisters. Whatever it is, we'll deal with it together."

"I can't," like a toddler, the redhead wiped the tears off her cheeks with her pale forearm, and Ardelia found it hard to believe that this strong person, who she'd never seen cry before, breaking down before her, was carrying a child in her insides. "You would never forgive me"

"That's bullshit and you know that," Ardelia's tone wasn't harsh. "Whatever it is."

"It was Hannibal. Dr Lecter"

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Fuck copaganda you could’ve been so good

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With boyfriend at the theater (not murder-marrieds)

I just love them

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i’ve been advocating and speaking out on other social media platforms and protesting, but i feel it’s important to say something on here too.

i feel sick to my stomach every time i see a video of families getting torn apart. there’s way too many people going about their days with the “business as usual” attitude while these horrors ensue.

what’s happening in california right now, and across the u.s., is fucking devastating and downright inhumane. people are literally being kidnapped off the streets. they’re getting detained and deported without due process—even if they do things the “right way.”

ice does not give a single fuck. they don’t care to check if someone is a citizen or not (and, by the way, not being a citizen is not a criminal offense—it’s a civil offense. same fucking thing as not filing your taxes on time or jaywalking across the street). these masked men are racially profiling people and targeting anybody who looks Hispanic / Latino without giving people a chance to show any form of identification or ask for a warrant from a judge, etc. before they’re detained.

our communities are hurting immensely.

a person should not have to live in fear in their own homes or their own communities.

no one is illegal on stolen land.

speaking up for those who cannot speak out on behalf of themselves (especially if you’re white—use your privilege!) and spreading awareness is so detrimentally important, whether it’s how to help these families, sharing resources, directing people to immigration lawyers who can help, protecting those who cannot protect themselves, protesting, or advocating for them.

if you’re in the u.s. and you’re not speaking up because this doesn’t affect you personally, you really need to check your privilege. don’t get too comfortable, because i can guarantee people notice when you’re silent. silence is complicity.

one last thing: fuck 47, fuck ice, and fuck anyone who voted for that piece of shit. i hope guilt eats you motherfuckers alive.

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Quick Midnight Mass sketch page in pen

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Hellraiser

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I’m high asf rn and I think Clarice would be taller than Hannibal

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Someone: Sweetie, shipping a cannibalistic serial killer with an FBI Agent over 20 years his junior is not healthy :)

Me: Bitch, let me tell you what isn’t fucking healthy: completely misconstruing the plot of both Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal to make it seem like Hannibal Lecter brainwashed Clarice Starling into being his lover, when she was the one that very clearly initiated the sexual aspect of their relationship, which naturally follows from the attraction in Silence of the Lambs and results in her spending the better part of a decade loving and lusting after him in equal measure, not to mention the fact that Hannibal Lecter was ever only the perfect gentleman towards Clarice (and everybody else, unless they hurt him, threatened to hurt her, or were terribly rude) and I have ample evidence from Hannibal, Chapter 99, onward that proves my point, including but not limited to: saving Clarice’s life from a sadistic, psychotic pedophile and his horde of bloodthirsty pigs, helping her overcome childhood trauma, and placing her in front of a mirror to emphasize the fact of how fucking beautiful she is, inside and out, so don’t you DARE tell me that their relationship is unhealthy because they started off on opposite sides of the law and you need a conveniently black and white narrative to keep track of what’s right and wrong in your life how about you just let me enjoy what I enjoy and don’t ever fucking call me sweetie again I am not going to contract diabetes at such a young age from your sickeningly sweet tone and insincere endearment I have the rest of my life to live and ships to ship, goodbye

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THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE, 1.03 | Touch

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i’m personally glad hannibal nbc got cancelled, because if bryan fuller ever got his grubby hands on clarice starling, i would kill myself in front of him.