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Commission from johanirae! Hannibal and Moomin Will.

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Hannibal scene doodles but Moomin .

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Hannibal fandom is still going strong, and we adore our artists!

Aren't I about a decade late to this fandom?

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Hannibal (TV) works posted on AO3 YTD 2024 to April 2: 1606 works

Up about 101 in the past week

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“until they cut me down” | 03/12/2024

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hannibal nbc

done in procreate

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Hannibal (TV) works posted on AO3 YTD 2024 to March 26: 1505 works

Up about 81 in the past week

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Alt Takiawase. Bev lives!

Beverley is almost shaking out of her skin as she tucks the meat sample from Hannibal’s fridge into the back of her jeans & carefully descends the steps down to who knows what. She is about to exonerate Will & end the reign of the Chesapeake Ripper.

Also known as Dr Hannibal Lecter.

Her solid FBI-issue torch makes the plastic sheeting hanging from the ceiling in the (murder) dungeon shine & sparkle; the stainless steel autopsy bench - for that is clearly what it is - glints ominously. Bev takes a deep breath in at the sight of a couple of meathooks hanging from the ceiling, a large drain directly below. There are multiple trays of what she recognises as surgical instruments laid out in an orderly manner on a stainless steel cart. Bev dares not stray too far from the safety of the steps. She tightens the grip on her gun, safety off. What horrors this place must have seen.

The torch beam sweeps across a section of wall & she spots a light switch. She flicks the lights on…and suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck prickle with the certain knowledge that she is no longer alone down here. Her heart rate picks up & she clenches her teeth as she turns around slowly. The Chesapeake Ripper (for she can no longer think of him as Hannibal, or Dr Lecter, or any other name) is standing 12 feet away from her, his face in shadow. He is utterly still.

Bev knows the steps are 5 feet away from her at most. They are steep. She’s sure that monster can cover the distance between them in no time, with his home ground advantage. Bev needs to incapacitate him before she goes up those steps. That there is clearly another way in and out of the dungeon complicates matters.

This will be a fight to escape, or a fight to the death.

Bev is not willing to make the first move.

It feels like time stretches before her.

She has trained for situations where her life is at risk.

She has exceptional shooting skills (the image of Will in the Quantico gun range flicks in & out of her head).

She is Special Agent Beverly Katz.

She is a fucking BAMF.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺.

Not at the hands of a monster in a 3 piece suit.

She’s got 17 bullets with the Ripper’s name on, & a torch that can smash a skull without too much effort.

He makes his move, lunging to kill the lights & Bev keeps that torch beam on his face to blind him as he advances towards her at a steady pace, not running, pulling his arm back as if to throw something, but Bev is quicker & she gets a shot off, she takes a step back & he takes another step forward, dodging to avoid the light but she keeps it shining on him & she has him in her sights when he lunges at her, fast, she gets a shot off then another & he pushes her up against a wall trying to choke her & she shoots again, close range, swings at his head with the torch & connects hard with his head.

His grip on her loosens & he staggers back, Bev gasps desperately for breath as she bathes him in light. He sinks to the floor. He’s down, there is blood, she is up those steps at speed & almost at the top when she hears a groan & the slap of one of his hands on the handrail at the bottom. She leaps the last two steps up into the pantry & flashes the light down onto a bloodied Chesapeake Ripper, his face contorted with rage, trying to haul himself upright at the the base of the stairs. Bev knows too well that appearances can be deceiving. She slams the hatch shut & sprints on jelly legs through the kitchen & the dining room & into the lobby, every shadow in the house of shadows a threat. She hauls the front door open & sprints for her car. She knows she’s not safe till she’s away from here.

She staggers as she reaches the car, falling into the drivers seat & shaking so much she can hardly hold the steering wheel. She checks the rear view mirror for a black Bentley as she speeds away & calls Jack. He sounds tired when he answers.

“Yes Bev.”

“HANNIBAL IS THE FUCKING CHESAPEAKE RIPPER I MIGHT HAVE KILLED HIM BUT PROBABLY NOT BUT HE WAS TRYING TO KILL ME AND HE HAS A MURDER DUNGEON” she shouts

There is a moment of silence on the line

“You’ve been talking to Will, haven’t you,” Jack sighs.

He is way too stoned for this. He hangs up. It can wait till morning.

Bev screams in anger. She’s going to head to the nearest police station. And call Zeller & Price.

She suddenly realises she still has the meat sample tucked in the back of her jeans. Ugh. She pulls it out & tosses it with disgust on to the passenger seat, shuddering.

At the next lights, a black Bentley pulls up next to her.

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The Feast is Life is a podcast dedicated to NBC’s short-lived but much-beloved television series Hannibal, starring Mads Mikkelsen and Hugh Dancy. The show is not another episode analysis series. Instead, your hosts — fanfiction writers Dream and D.B. Mars — deep dive into references made in the show, investigating everything from the mythology behind Botticelli’s Primavera to the appeal of torture museums. Featuring special guests who bring something exceptional to the fandom, this podcast is for the fannibal ready to fall down the rabbit hole and peel back the layers of one of the best shows to grace the small screen. Each episode will also have fanfic recommendations, fanart shoutouts, and lots of thirst for Hugh and Mads. Hope you’re hungry, fannibals, because it’s time to eat the rude and come back for seconds. The feast is life – eat it and live.

Episode 1: Folie a Deux

Our premiere episode introduces your hosts and dives deep into folie a deux as a psychological diagnosis, a pop culture framework, and an exercise in truth, fact, and cognitive dissonance. Is fandom like religion, a folie a millions? Tune in to find out!

PS : we are sorry about the echo, if this episode performs well we are going to buy microphones!!

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Violent Soho - Eat Your Parents

“Betrayal and forgiveness are best seen as something akin to falling in love,”

this is as close to kissing as im gonna draw them youre welcome

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Hannibal (TV) works posted on AO3 YTD 2024 to March 19: 1424 works

Up about 77 in the past week

Rate of fic loss has slowed considerably

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Works posted on AO3 include fics, poetry, art, video, podfics

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Obsessed with ✨them✨

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Like many amateur photographers, I do occasionally experiment with editing...

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Murder husbands + murder wives

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Hannibal (TV) works posted on AO3 YTD 2024 to March 12: 1347 works

Up about 94 in the past week

Some years are still losing fics

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Multiverse effect.

1: two older men discussing their newly delivered model train magazines. Or maybe Golf Monthly

2: Two teens discussing their college admission essays