#┆╰ ❀ ╮ ┆ pre hannibal. (canon)

[fatalism-and-villainy]

#yeahhh i really like the way you put this#god jack in s3 ... his grief; his guilt; everything about his interactions with hannibal too#after bella's death—or even by the time he goes after hannibal in mizumono— he's definitely beyond the constraints &#moral constructs of law enforcement#at the same time hannibal's comparison of him to god is fascinating considering the emphasis on god's duality/cruelty/need for sacrifices#since; as you mentioned; by s3b—despite his pervasive guilt—will becomes the sacrifice once more to jack's agenda#& in conjunction with that; ​post-fall jack's return to his s3a state of mind is definitely far more compelling#wrt the fallout of him sacrificing will one too many times & finally losing him entirely#yet if it came down to a choice; in the moment; btwn saving will but letting hannibal go or finally getting the closure of#hannibal's death at will's expense—especially if will's actions/becoming lead jack to believe will's death would be for the greater good—#i could see it going either way#after all; regardless of not being tied to the considerations of law enforcement; his moral compass is still more inflexible than will's#& in nbc hannibal; one way or the other; all gods demand sacrifices (via @carbonorchestrations)

ooh thanks for these thoughts!

Jack's moral compass is less flexible than Will's, in the sense that he's not torn between good and evil - he's pretty firmly positioned as the good angel on Will's shoulder (while Hannibal is the devil). But he is similar to Will in the sense that he's constantly internally divided - in his case not between righteousness and darker impulses, but between protecting the individual people close to him and sacrificing them for "the greater good." And just as Hannibal influences Will into leaning more towards his dark side, Will's (unintended) effect on Jack is to push him more in the direction of valuing personal loyalties (in season 2 he's all set to put his career on the line in order to defend Will).

Where Jack isn't conflicted, over the course of the show, is on the question of personal justice versus "public" justice. His vendetta against the Ripper is highly personally motivated, because of what happened to Miriam Lass (and later to Beverly, by season 2B), but catching him would undeniably be a public service, so the personal motivations don't conflict with his ideals. But post-canon, I'd love to see him get pointed in a direction that requires his personal vendettas and loyalties to clash with his morals, and just wind him up and watch him go from there.

I've talked before about how Alana in 3B gets to balance her sense of self-preservation with her moral impulse to protect others, but that those two goals might end up clashing for her post-canon. I think for Jack something similar could happen wrt personal and public justice, as well as having to choose between saving someone and killing the bad guy. So I really like what you've said about him having to choose between saving Will and killing Hannibal, or saving or killing Will based on what Will's become.

I think the other thing going on with Jack is the question of what constitutes justice, and specifically what the distinction is between state-sanctioned justice (and murder) and rogue justice. I had Jack in the back of my mind as I was writing this post, and it helped me reach a breakthrough on What Even to Do With Jack in my "Jack encountering Will and Hannibal post-canon" 'verse. Because I'd considered Will offering to help Jack solve some set of murder cases (unsanctioned), but wasn't sure what direction to take that in, but I think "Will persuading Jack to commit murder as a form of vigilante justice" is what I've landed on. (Especially since - to continue the Alana parallels - it might indebt him to Hannibal and/or Will in the same way Alana's murder of Mason Verger indebted her to Hannibal.)

While talking to @menciemeer, something came up re: Jack’s motivations for being in Italy in season 3 that I haven’t seen discussed much - and that is that he’s explicitly there not to catch Hannibal, but to save Will. Here’s his dialogue with Pazzi in Secondo:

Jack: If he hasn’t already, Il Mostro will return to Florence. Pazzi: Come back with me. We have a chance to regain our reputations and enjoy the honours of our trade by capturing the monster. Jack: I’m not here for the monster. Not my house, not my fire. I’m here for Will Graham.

This is even more striking in light of the context for his character that the very next episode gives us - his conversation with Chilton in Aperitivo establishes that he’s been forced into retirement with the FBI, but he’s not interested in regaining his standing or reputation. (Very odd in light of the fact that come the Red Dragon plot, he seems to still have his old job in Behavioral Science). Chilton tries to get him to use Will as bait to find Hannibal:

Chilton: Will is going to lead you right to him. Jack: Oh, no, he’s not. Not to me. I’ve let them both go. I’ve let it all go. Chilton: You dangle Will Graham and now you cut bait? You’re letting Hannibal have him hook, line, and sinker. Jack: You’ll excuse me, Dr. Chilton. I like to be home in the evenings when my wife wakes.

What stands out about this exchange is Chilton’s “letting Hannibal have him” phrasing. It foregrounds not subduing Hannibal, but preventing Will from succumbing to his worst impulses, as a central motivation for Jack in 3A. It’s also significant that it’s his need to care for Bella that leads him to defer pursuing anything relating to Hannibal or Will, because her death is framed within the episode as the impetus for his investment in following Will to Europe - as he tells Will in the funeral scene, “you don’t have to die on me, too.”

So much of Jack’s character arc in the first two seasons is juggling his repeated sacrifice of others for the greater good. His guilt over what befalls both Will and Miriam features prominently in season 2, and during Will’s trial, he’s already prepared to put his career and reputation on the line to stand up for Will and atone for what he feels is his role in Will’s downfall. Both the traumatic events of Mizumono and Bella’s death bring about more of a full turnaround in that direction - Jack becomes less invested in apprehending killers in service of public safety, and more invested in saving the specific person who’s been harmed by that project.

I think this motivation doesn’t always stick in people’s minds because these exchanges get eclipsed by Jack beating Hannibal to a bloody pulp a couple episodes later, as well as his inexplicable return to working for the FBI in 3B. But even in the former altercation, his fight with Hannibal feels personal, more about venting anger and grief than actually apprehending Hannibal. In Dolce, when Will asks why Jack didn’t kill Hannibal, Jack responds “maybe I need you to” (in the same exchange, of course, as “you need to cut that part out”). That scene also establishes clearly that Will and Jack are, like Pazzi, “outside the law and alone.” As in Mizumono, they’re effectively vigilantes - and Jack’s mission is not serving justice for the FBI, but in saving Will from Hannibal’s influence.

This is why, despite the fact that Jack is once again embroiled in FBI business in season 3B, I always envision his role post-canon as being a continuation of what haunts him in the first half of the season - less about catching or killing Hannibal than about rescuing Will. It’s a lot more compelling to me, at least, than him simply continuing to be the face of law enforcement.

[suchawrathfullamb]

random ass headcanons that I have based solely on vibes:

- Will has a very subtle addition to masturbation and porn. "He hates porn he's a little empathetic baby mimi" first of all, unless the porn people are killers, I think he should be fine since he doesn't empathize with anyone except killers and those he projects on lol. Idk okay? My man exudes cis male who watches weird shit and jacks off to try and get out of his mind. His porn search history is probably kinky af. But also very heteronormative because come onnn, he needs to relax, not have more compulsive thoughts about how perverse he thinks he is lol.

- Hannibal occasionally goes to bdsm clubs. And he might take a collared date (pre-canon ofc).

- Hannibal never thought he'd get married but in his mind, if he were to, it'd be a woman exactly like Bedelia, and they'd have a very open relationship, go to swing houses, have all sorts of indulgent and kinky stuff. He wouldn't be passionately in love but they would be each other's loyal companion and would have cultured and kinky fun.

- Same for Will, but he never imagined Molly, to him, if he ever got the miracle of marriage it would be some veeeeery conventionally attractive girl, who looks younger than him, is a kindergarten teacher or a nurse or some shit. Also not passionate but tons of sex. Maybe some home videos. They'd fuck late at night on the couch with a lifetime movie in the back.

- Hannibal does likes animals but hates feeling tethered physically but also emotionally because pets need you and die, and H avoids connection out of fear so I think that's why he never considered a pet.

- Hannibal has had many twinks.

- Will likes to fuck women doggy. Vibes: struggling with his sexuality and not having to look at their faces makes it easier.

- Will would like to fuck H missionary.

- Will would cum from giving H head for the first time. Like. The implications, the vibes of it all would just blow him up.

[raythekiller]

🗒 ❛ Personality Headcanons ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Jeff The Killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Masky, Hoodie

#Notes: just my general take on the creeps. hope y'all enjoy! requests open :)

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jeff The Killer

He's a total fucking prick, for a lack of better word. He doesn't care about other's feelings, he thinks he's better than everyone so he's "allowed" to treat people badly, and he has anger issues to top that. Protesting against his bad treatment is gonna earn you some screaming at best and some blood spilled at worst, depending entirely on his mood.

He has the potential to be a good friend and person in general, he just doesn't want to. However, you might catch him trying to awkwardly comfort Toby or Ben when they have mental breakdowns. Well, not as much "comfort" but more of a shy pat on the back and a "Stop being a little bitch" comment, but that's his way of showing that he cares. Take it or leave.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ben Drowned

Generally a pretty chill guy. He's not an extrovert, but he's still fairly outgoing when it comes to meeting new people (when he does leave his room, that is. He's kind of a shut in). Since he died when he was about twelve, I think he's forever stuck into the pre-pubescent boy mentality, so he can be quite the little shit.

That means he's also kind of a pervert and just immature in general. The type to play certain games just to gawk at the female character's slutty outfits and make fart jokes. He can also be very sarcastic and witty when he wants to, just a total smartass. Also, he's a pothead.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby

Probably one of, if not the nicest creep in the manor. Very upbeat and cheerful, at least most of the time. As someone that has bipolar disorder, it personally doesn't make me very violent and as unstable as Toby is canonically said to be. What does make me does things though is my BPD, so I headcanon he has that as well. He's all sunshine and rainbows until someone says something in a slightly off tone and suddenly he's screaming and throwing his hatchets at the fucking wall.

That also means he's extremely clingy. He wants every last bit of attention he can get and is extremely possessive of people he likes. And, while he is nice most of the time, when he's having an episode he's probably the most cold and cruel person you'll ever met.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Eyeless Jack

One of the most chill creeps. He's not aggressive and kills only when he needs to eat, and tries to make it quick and painless for the victim. He eats any organs, not just kidneys. Also, he's a fucking great cook, Hannibal Lecter style. He really likes reading and is extremely intelligent, probably knows two or more languages, and is probably the most mature member of the manor after Slenderman.

He's not actually blind, but he's not not blind either. He sees the temperature of things instead of the actual object. He hates drama and argument and loud noises, so he normally stays away from the other creeps (especially our favorite trio, Jeff, Ben and Toby), but he gets along really well with Jane.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Masky

Another prick, though a more reserved one than Jeff. He's a perfectionist and natural leader, so he expects everyone to obey him without questions and no mistakes allowed. He has this rivalry going on with Toby because, even though he's the leader and Slenderman's right hand, he feels the tall guy has a certain favoritism or soft spot when it comes to Toby (which is true).

He gets very aggressive after missions and just wants to be left alone for at least a few hours, just until he calms down a little. After he's rested, he's actually pretty decent to be around, becoming less defensive and more accepting of others.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Hoodie

The coolest guy ever. He's calm but great to be around and is always willing to listen to others when they need to vent. He's kind of the manor's therapist and gives great advice. He's mute, so he talks either through sign language or writing down on paper. He also plays guitar and likes to write his own songs sometimes. Ben and Sally really look up to him as a kind of cool uncle.

Since he's so level headed, he's always the one to calm Masky down when he's being a bit much. Toby really appreciates this, since he's normally getting the short end of Masky's bad moods. As mentioned, he's great with the younger members of the manor and just kids in general and they all love him. The type of uncle to give them candy while saying "Don't tell your parents" playfully.

[kitsune024]

Hannigram Fic Recs

Supernatural:

Delicious Intrigue by heretoday898 I Chapters: 3/3 I Completed funny fic, Dean being Dean, Pre-Will/Hannibal AU- Canon Divergence, Murder

Pattern Break by ThisBeautifulDrowning I Chapters 14/14 I Completed AU - Canon Divergence, Dark, Dark Will Graham

Will knew what had happened. He knew exactly how Abigail's ear had gotten into him, who had shoved it down his throat. He also knew that trying to indicate Hannibal as a killer again was futile. Jack seemed to want to believe him, going by the conversation in the BSHCI's visitor hall, but Jack needed something concrete, evidence. Hannibal had eluded capture for so long, he wasn't going to start leaving fingerprints or hairs at his crime scenes now. No, Will was going to deal with Hannibal Lecter on his own terms. The man deserved to reap what he'd so carefully sowed, didn't he? He deserved to experience what he'd coaxed forth from the bottom of Will's soul, to see the result of his machinations. --- After his release from the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, Will doesn't return to work for the FBI.

Icarus & The Man Who Was The Sun by everyday_forever I Chapters 11/11 I Completed Ghost Will, Hannibal doesn't know Will is dead, Post-Episode: s02e13, Sad with a Happy Ending

Will Graham died that night in Hannibal's kitchen, though Hannibal is unaware of this result. As Will figures out that he is in fact dead, and is now a ghost, he resolves to track down Hannibal in Italy and haunt him for the rest of his life. Yet when he and Hannibal are reunited, Hannibal cannot initially tell that Will is already dead. Then the unexpected happens. They continue to fall deeper in love, increasingly distressed when they realize they cannot feel the other's touch. The two men must tackle what it means to die, to live, and to fall in love- and how they can do that together, or not. As they both ache and yearn for each other, murder and tableaus ensue as Hannibal, much like Icarus, relentlessly pursues the Man Who Was The Sun.

As soft, as wide as air by BlackKnightSatellite I Chapters 30/30 I Completed Post-Episode: s03e13, Dark Will, Slow Burn, Murder Husbands, Post-Fall, major character death but not Will or Hannibal

After surviving the fall, Will finds he has far fewer hesitations about joining Hannibal than he would have guessed. Character death, but not Will or Hannibal.

[ohsunshine]

Daniel kept his eyes on Hannibal's face, even when the faint clink of chains against the tabletop called for his attention. It felt a little like he was staring down a bear who might attack the second he looked away, nothing like the friendly conversation that Hannibal hoped for.

"No, not exclusive, no," he agreed. Was it possible, then, for Hannibal to kill without eating his victims? Or were there other killers who allowed him their meat, a social network of like-minded predators who shared what they had? Something to come back to; he scribbled a note to himself.

"You had to premeditate them in order to plan your menus, I assume." A throwaway comment, carefully concealed disgust. He was almost glad that he was becoming something of a hermit in his old age; no risk of accidentally consuming human liver smeared atop a cracker.

Hannibal's question raised a shrug. "I'm not one for reminiscing," he admitted easily, "Most of the seventies and a fair bit of the eighties are a haze, which makes it difficult, plus I'm just not really the sentimental type. I don't think the drugs made me, but, yeah, my life probably would've been different without them."

Daniel chanced a brief look away from Hannibal to consult his notes. "You said your first kill and your first cannibalisation were on different occasions. Wanna tell me about that?"

THAT HAD BEEN AN ACT OF KINDNESS ; the good doctor had missed interactions such as these , in which both parts honoured a code of etiquette without the need of straitjackets or muzzles or shock therapy ㅤ─ ㅤ moments such as these were precious . and so he listened closely to every word that left daniel molloy's mouth , treasuring the picture being painted before him , letting his eyes linger on certain brush strokes which HID MISTAKES under darker shades . his lips curve into a smile at the end ( doctors even , he said ) . daniel enjoyed his jabs . but these it did not strike hannibal as a defense mechanism ; the journalist did not bare his teeth to keep others' at bay . he did so because he hoped for SOMEONE TO BITE BACK . perhaps not all of his addictions had been purged .

ㅤㅤquid pro quo ㅤ─ ㅤ lecter pretended to brush something off the back of his chained hand before answering .

" murder and consumption are not exclusive to one another , mr. molloy . " he pointed out , watching the man before him . " my first kill and my first venture into developing an unethical appetite were on separate occasions . i did not plan my first cannibalisation . " he thought of her then ; mischa face down in the snow . the awful shades of blue of her cold dead skin , contrasting against the beautiful bright reds . dark eyes fluttered , focusing on daniel once more . " however. ,all of my crimes were premeditated as thoroughly as my dinner parties . " he smiled politely ( as if they were good friends , as if this wasn't an atrocious admission to make ) .

hannibal gives his visitor no time to interject . as soon as he finishes his explanation , the inmate is quick to make another question . " do you look back on those times with fondness , mr. molloy ? were it not for the drugs , you wouldn't be the man you are today . "

[hexbimbo]

Dbd HC’s | Random Killer Headcanons.

Killers 🔪🩸

Evan MacMillian

Grew up in Cali, Wisconsin, or Oregon. Pick your choice.

Would’ve been an industrial pioneer. If shit worked out, he could’ve been the DBD version of Jimmy Carter.

Took care of baby animals until his Dad found out.

Max Thompson Jr

Best friends with Philip. They just drink and admire buildings.

“Yuuuuup. My old man built a two story backin’ with all the fixings. The chimneys made outta re-enforced galvanized square steel.”

Pig meat is his favorite meat. Pork chops, bacon, collard greens cooked in the grease.

Philip Oromo

Head over heels for Sally.

These two the iconic elderly couple that sit on the porch all day holding hands.

He loves lemonade.

Doesn’t see the appeal of cologne. Prefers natural, soap scent.

Sally Smithson

Wanted two or three kids with her husband.

Probably would follow trad wife TikTok’s .

Knows really weird cleaning tips.

“A snails slime is a really good glue alternative!”

Michael Myers

Sometimes I get autism vibes and sometimes I don’t?

Has to wear a jumpsuit or his skin feels loose.

Gets lost in his own head, enjoys spacing out

Loves eating with plastic utensils, not that the hospital staff would give him metal forks or knifes anyway.

Lisa Sherwood

Would’ve been a Mikaela Reid if she wasn’t kidnapped.

Only killer who lives in the killer shack. Curls up in the warmth of the basement.

Snacks on snail shells around the swap.

Herman Carter

Loves and Hates Freud.

Low key kinda believes homosexuality and being trans can be cured :/

Weirdly, not from like a bigot perspective? More like a psycho brain doctor who wants to experiment on the brain to expand his research perspective.

gives gay man vibes tbh tho hates everyone equally.

Anna

Doesn’t understand human interaction. Can’t fathom romance, libido, or platonic attraction outside of a child-parent bond.

Studied animals. If she could read and write like Momma, she’d write texts on texts on the animal kingdom.

Enjoys the hunt but also respects.2 nature. Never kills to much of one population (unless a nuisance).

Bubba Sawyer

Like, a hillbilly version of Hannibal Lectors cooking hobby. Sloppy, rough home-cooking.

Makes his own sausages with the perfect amount of seasoning.

Gets nervous without his family. Never went out without a family member. Feels too exposed with out someone to rely on.

Freddy Krueger

Kinda just there. Killers are always surprised to see him about. “Oh damn. You’re still here???”

Likes music from the 70s and 80s. LIVES for Johnny cash.

No, he does not enjoy Ring of Fire anymore.

Amanda Young

When she was a junkie, she was a MEAN junkie. Always jonesing out on a street corner or picking fights with her boyfriend.

Red is her favorite color.

The jigsaw puppet brings her strange comfort. Takes good care of designing them, setting them up, and painting them.

Jeffery Hawk

Every time of addict and nearly every type of mental disorder under the belt. Eating, personality, anxiety, depression.

Has not touched a vegetable since he was a teenager.

Def would yell at a fast food worker for putting cheese on his burger.

Rin Yamaoka

She would’ve fucking won life

If she lived her full life, she would’ve broken her family’s curse.

Probably would’ve won a championship, got a doctorate, and become a prime minister.

Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey

Either the most supportive or prejudiced people you’ll ever meet.

I can seem them thinking you’re “radical” if you happen to be queer but that they would bully you for shits and giggles

All bisexual ( except Susie is canon Lesbian I think???I don’t read the comics)

I can’t listen to Sweater Weather without picturing them.

Adiris

Eats the same stuff everyday.

The most loyal and most rewarded killer though she almost always turns down the gifts.

Wants to look like pre-plague self again but relents.

Believes the plague was a sign from her god.

Danny Johnson

Devious. Says the most out of pocket things.

His camera is his most prized possession. Break it, you die. Touch it, You die. Breath on it? Believe or not, you die.

Can’t stand when people talk to him longer than 5 minutes. Doesn’t know why. He just has a hard time paying attention.

Demogorgon

Branches? Nibbled. Hair? Nibbled.

Can’t explain it, won’t explain it. Loves squids.

Lurks in swamp water with Lisa.

Kazan Yamaoka

Best Worst Dad goes too-!

Fr though, was probably a mid dad. Super protective of his blood but didn’t really give a shit about them yknow?

Carried his son to a doctor when he broke him and sent money to the family while on his travels but was never really there.

Was very excited to have a baby though! Most time he spent at home was during his wife’s pregnancy and postpartum.

Caleb Quinn

Had dreams of returning to Ireland when he grew up. Everything seemed so simplistic then.

Made little toys for children as a young adult from nuts and bolts.

Devout Catholic. Prays every night before bed, rests on the Sabbath. Being in the relm has definitely jaded his faith but he’s slowly picking it back up.

Pyramid Head

Given the honor of patrolling the forests for rogue survivors.

Has had survivors smack the booty. #bakeryjustuce✊

Can’t sit still. Always needs to be moving forward. Never backward. Always.

Talbot Grimes

Was really handsome before the blight.

Avid Reader. Gets lost in academia.

Was addicted to opium. Thinks he kicked the habit but would still smoke for “health benefits”

Charlotte and Victor Deshayes

They only speak French ( unfortunately 🤢🤮)

I mentioned Charlotte is a hoarder but Victor does his best to reason with her. Does she really need that coffee tin? She has three already at home.

Victor loves to run and climb. All those years fused with Charlotte made him long for some independence, though he knows Charlotte would be upset hearing that.

Ji-Woon Hak

Probably had an only fans before his career took off.

Def makes thirst traps.

Walks around his home naked (or in boxers during the winter.) Nothing sexual, just likes to air it out a little.

Nemesis T-Type

What’s there to be said

Likes stomping

Likes stompy boots

Hates STARS 🤢🤮😤

Elliot Spencer

Eats oatmeal with no water or milk.

Idk the lore

Probably a tattoo artist who does experimental piercings.

“That brings me pain. But I like the pain. That hurts! But…I like the hurt which-

Painted his nails black before it was hip.

Carmina Mora

Pecks her food.

Enjoys flapping her arms for sensory input.

Uses her ink hands as paint. Anytime not spent on trails is paint time.

Sadako Yamamura

Grunge aesthetic overload ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Bookworm ( reads smut like the morning paper.)

Had really beautiful hair before the fall.

Dredge

Wish it had legs. To run. Closer. Faster. Nearer.

Licks liquids like a cat.

Everyone was sad when Maurice went missing. Eventually, the Entity had to return Maurice because it was affecting literally everyone emotionally. Shrines were made. Truces were drawn up.

Albert Wesker

Autism comfort character. Sue me.

“I understood the sarcasm, Chris. I just didn’t think it was funny.”

Was confused growing up why his larger vocabulary was looked weird or teased by other kids. Don’t all children use the word “ailment” or “peer”?

Burn king. Drops the sickest burns of all time. Never holds back. You, yo momma, and yo sister are done for.

Tarhos Kovács

A good butcher. Knows how to divide and roast many types of meats.

Discipline is key. Conditioned to never take a days rest or sleep more than necessary.

Has panic attacks if required rest or bed ridden. Vittario stumbled into his tent one night and was calmly (screamed) at to exit his quarters.

Makes a mean flower crown.

Adrianna Imai

Tried really hard to make her own manga or manga company. Probably didn’t take off because it was too “corporate-y”

Hates bugs. Will be happy the day they go extinct.

Travels to Japan all the time for vacations and business ventures.

HUX-A7-13 and Xenomorph

A romance has begun.

Enemies to friends to slow burn lovers to enemies back to lovers and-

HUX was so ashamed- how could he develop humanoid feelings for something of organic nature?! Even with its…claws and…hatred for humans…ERROR❤️❤️❤️

Tries to court Xeno the best it can but it doesn’t quite get English or gestures.

“I have procured two human spinal fluids for your consumption. Does this please you?”

Xeno frustrated that the pink metal thing is always near. You’d think nearly tearing it apart the first 10 times would make it go away!

Charles Lee Ray

Him and his wife are in paradise.

Lowkey living it up. They’ve got a home, food, and all the murders to their hearts content.

Tiff loves to bake and cook in her spare time.

Once asked to be returned to his human form. Was denied.

Unknown

Has the best drip.

Major troll. You’ll be pissing on the outskirts of the survivor camp and hear…CRACK 🦴 somewhere in the bushes.

Collects skins. Try’s (and fails) to fit into skins of smaller animals.

Vecna

So mad he’s here lol

Entity nerfed him to hell.

Hates the smell mead and fun.

[gravity-what]

Look who's here again - hi!!!

Well, I have a question

In your opinion, if Guan from AU Omi Heliyn met the original Chase Young from the series

What would their relationship be like?

What would their conversations and dialogues be like

Them expressing opinions of people from their receptive universes

(I would love to see how the original Chase would react upon learning that Guan Heliyn still has contact with K Hannibal Roy Be

And it would also be very interesting to see the original Chase's reaction to his counterpart from the villain Guan's universe and the relationship the two have, in the case of Helyin Guan and Good Chase)

Do you think they would be allies? "friends"?

And of course, how would Heliyn Guan's reaction be if he saw the original Chase and the opposite

Original Chase Young seeing that version of Guan.

Oddly enough this kind of interaction has actually been something I thought about with a completely non-canon story idea that essentially breaks down into “The AU monks actually break a Wu that ends up with them transported to the normal universe and vice versa” the set up is, essentially:

1) show Guan shows up to the main temple informing the kids that he is sensing a disturbance in reality and wants to know what’s happened, which the kids have no idea (because they didn’t do anything) but they are also on edge because of said disturbance.

2) reality suddenly warps and there is Chase looking angry and exasperated along with the AU monks who look panicked with Jack insisting he can fix this.

3) at which point there is a chorus of “Jermaine?!” And “KEIKO?!” From the show monks (Jack: what? I don’t get a Multi-universe hello?) and a lot of the monks trying to figure out what is happening (also all of them panicking over Omi…) at which point there is a surprised and oddly soft “Chase?” From behind all of them which has them all turning to look at Master Monk Guan, including Chase who looks struck (he hasn’t heard Guan’s voice in a few hundred years…)

4) At which point Chase gets is signature grin 😈 and immediately attacks Guan 🤣

5) the show monks attempt to stop him while the AU monks hold them back. The conversation essentially breaks down to “But Master Monk Guan is one of the good guys!!!” And “ya, I’m pretty sure Master Monk Chase knows that. It really isn’t going to stop this fight.” At which point the fight does end with Chase actually hugging Guan and expressing how good it is to see his old friend much to everyone’s shock. (Also to everyone’s shock Guan returns the hug)

6) anyway at this point it’s shenanigans between the two groups with Chase being super excited to meet a Xiaolin Omi and gushing about how he always knew he would make a wonderful Dragon of Water (and demanding a fight with Omi to test his skills which…uhhh…it’s…Good!Chase is….brutal….because he is 1) already like that and 2) is used to Heylin Omi who can really take a punch… Omi is honestly shocked (and maybe a little terrified) at just how vicious this Chase is in comparison to his own…)

7) anyway, dinner time and ideas are floated around on how to get people back, Omi suggests what he had done in ‘time after time’ and find one of the others counterparts to just have them touch, at which point it’s mentioned that the others were likely transported to the other universe so that’s out of the question. Along with that though is the reveal that Guan in the other universe is the one that drank the soup and, oh, BTW is still under Hannibal’s thumb. A fact that….very quickly devolves into a very rough argument between AU Chase and Show Guan because, well “why haven’t you taken care of Hannibal yet?!”

8) At this point we jump to the other universe where, I’ll admit, I haven’t given as much thought (mostly because I haven’t fully decided if this would take place pre-or-post Arc 3 which is a very important thing to figure out).

So, instead now you just get general thoughts:

I think there would be hesitation between the two of them. A very careful choice of words and tiptoeing around each other, but they would talk. Both of them would be too curious about the differences in their universes not to. This would ultimately lead to Chase inviting Guan over for dinner, drinks, and a chat (he is, after all, a lot better than his Good!Self at plotting and scheme and not just jump into action)

And, shockingly, even though they would both be tiptoeing and manipulating the conversation at the start of this little meeting, I actually do think both of them would fall into a far more comfortable conversation as the night went on with Guan wanting to know more about how Hannibal was defeated here and Chase wanting to know all about his little one as soon as he learns that he is Heylin in that universe.

They would, of course, eventually get around to a sparing match (because how could they not test each other?) but, over all, this whole meeting would be cordial and friendly. After all neither of them “have anything to lose. There is nothing at stake.” They both know that, eventually, the universes will be fixed so why not gossip and play while they have the time 🤣.

This got long but…welp…hope it satisfies that itch to know! Especially since this story, if I ever do decide to write it, probably won’t drop for ages.

[violet-sililoquy-writes]

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Welcome to my blog!

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Hi! I'm Violet, @violet-sililoquy is my main blog but I mostly do reblogs over there. My pronouns are she/her, and I'm an adult so there might be mature content ahead, though that's not my main focus. Nevertheless, if you are a minor, please refrain from interacting, and if you are of age, please mind any tags, I'll try to tag everything appropriately.

English isn't my first language, but I am a literature and culture studies major.

I'm just here to have some fun, I'm way past the age to get involved in drama. If I don't like something, I don't read it and if it bothers me, I block and silence tags - you are welcome to do the same here, I don't want to impose on anyone. YKINMKATIOK.

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Fandoms&ships

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I've been around, okay? I come and go into fandoms in phases with a few ones that stick around for a bit longer, so this is just the tip of the iceberg. I'm also a multishipper, though I do have preferences of course.

☆HP (especially Marauders, but a fair bit of Golden Trio Era) - My main fandom and the one I've been in the longest. FUCK JKR. I'm here from the so called "pre-tiktok" era and while I like to stick to canon more than some people, I happily adopt any "new" ideas that I think are interesting, and a lot of them are. Again, I'm just here to have fun. :)

-Wolfstar

-Jily

-Dorlene

-Romionarry (coming in with a rare one)

-Rosekiller

-Jegulus

-Drarry

I'm open to hearing most ships out in some contexts, but these are just my personal preferences that I enjoy overall.

☆Stranger Things

-Steddie

☆IWTV (Vampire Chronicles in general)

☆NBC Hannibal

☆Black Butler (manga, no s*baciel)

☆South Park

☆Some other animes (Seraph of the End, Shiki, Assassination Classroom)

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More about me

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As I said, I'm a literature major, I love classic literature, especially the gothic genre. Speaking of, I'm also goth, and I've been actively in the goth community for over 8 years now. Outside goth music, I love a lot of rock subgenres and metal too. I also get involved in social causes and activism irl.

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I'm open to questions and requests, please send them over to my main. It's kind of hard for me to gather the courage to post my work and ideas, but I'm trying, please be nice :)

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Original Characters Masterlist [Vol.2]

Hello!

This masterlist feels both sudden yet incredibly expected. Over the years, I have created original characters (OCs) for a variety of fandoms. I adore them all, but many of them were not made with the intention of being more than a one-off story. That led to some stories that I am simply not as proud of as I would like to be. Also, they were written when I was a coward and was terrified of changing known canon. Now that I am much more comfortable doing that, I want to make something that I can feel much prouder of.

This will serve as a new beginning for many of my OCs and as the new official masterlist for all of the stories in those current timelines.

I have remade an OC before. I am not remaking all of them. This is merely a way for me to keep moving forward and not get stuck in one spot.

The remade OCs are the Hannibal OC, the Criminal Minds OC, and the Supernatural OC.

The other OCs will be left as they are, though I have done a lot of work behind the scenes in order to get those characters to flow much better than they did before.

I hope you all enjoy these stories!

If you want to read the original stories for the remade OCs, click here.

If you want to go to the main navigation guide, click here.

Special Note: Some stories feature other original characters outside of the reader. I utilize face claims for such characters as to have physical descriptions to separate them throughout the stories. No such face claims are used for the reader (main oc).

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Criminal Minds OC - Spencer Reid X Gideon!Reader

When Jason decided to take in a newly orphaned child after a particularly rough case, people had many thoughts. Some called it kind, some impulsive, some even called it fate. More begin using that last term when (Y/n) and Jason begin working alongside each other.

“I have found that it is the small everyday deed of ordinary folks that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love.” - J.R.R. Tolkien

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Criminal Minds/Supernatural Crossover OC - Emily Prentiss X Winchester!Reader

Changing your name and running away doesn't always free you from your past. (Y/n)'s past rears its head just as they're making a name for themself. (Y/n), their brothers, and their team learn a very important lesson: "monster" can be both literal and figurative.

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.” - Jane Austen

Pre-Show:

Season 1:

Reunion [ep. 1 - Supernatural]

The Moment Spencer Reid Became My Best Friend

Scrapbooks

Season 2:

Tragedy in a Pair [ep. 1 - both]

Revelations [ep. 14 & 15 - Criminal Minds]

Season 3:

Season 4:

Season 5:

If the World Was Ending... [ep. 22 - Supernatural]

Season 6:

Season 7:

Just Between Us, Did the Love Affair Maim You Too? [ep. 2 - Criminal Minds]

Rebuilding [ep. 23 & 24 - Criminal Minds]

Season 8:

Season 9:

I Didn't Mean To

Season 10:

The Retreat [ep. 8 - Supernatural]

Season 11:

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Season 13:

For Those Who Don't Know Who I Am [ep. 15 - Criminal Minds]

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Season 16 [Criminal Minds Only]:

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Doctor Who OC - The Doctor X Timelord!Reader

(Y/n) spent most of their early life as nothing more than a weapon. Continuously called the Savior by the Time Lords training them, (Y/n) knew all too well about the weight sitting on their shoulders. However, when Time War comes and (Y/n) fails their very purpose, they have two choices: hide away from the universe forever or travel the universe and help as many people as possible.

“It must be good to die in the knowledge that one has done some truthful work and to know that, as a result, one will live in the memory of at least a few and leave a good example for those who come after.” - Vincent Van Gogh

Other Important Original Characters

Pre-Show:

The Savior Fails

Series 1:

Plastic Promises [ep. 1]

Familiar Foes [ep. 6]

Special: Reckless [2005 Christmas Special]

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Series 3:

A Normal Life [ep. 8 & 9]

Arguments & Paradoxes [ep. 10]

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Clever Boy [ep. 1]

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60th Anniversary Specials:

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Hannibal OC - Hannibal Lecter X Reader [Sunshine Character Trope]

(Y/n) had been sheltered for quite some time. When they finally get a chance to see the world around them, they did not know how vulnerable they truly were. If they had, maybe they would have turned away from the first man to show them affection.

“Dreams are sweet, until they're not / Men are kind, until they aren't / Flowers bloom, until they rot, and fall apart” - Anaïs Mitchell, Flowers

Pre-Show:

Gathering Flowers in the Light of the Sun

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House MD OC - James Wilson X House's Sibling!Reader

If you were to ask anyone at Princeton–Plainsboro Teaching Hospital how the House siblings ended up working at the same place, then there would rarely be a straight answer. It went without question that it wasn't because Greg had put a good word in. And in the end, maybe it didn't matter how they both got there. All that mattered was that they both stayed there... and didn't end up killing each other.

“Talent isn’t genius, and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing.” - Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

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Season 1:

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Misdiagnosis [ep. 9]

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The Last of Us OC - Joel Miller X Reader

(Y/n) and Joel had never meant to cross paths. However, when (Y/n) and Tess meet, Tess's protective side rears its head and forces the two together. Ellie's presence pushes Joel and (Y/n) together in a very different way.

“There comes a point when you have to realize that the sum of all your blood, sweat, and tears will ultimately amount to zero.” - Max Brooks

Pre-Show:

Season 1:

Changes [Episode 4 & 6]

Those Three Months [Between Episodes 5 & 6]

Something Good [Between Episode 6 & 7]

God’s Plan [Episode 8]

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Shadow & Bone OC - Kaz Brekker X Sun Summoner!Reader

Ketterdam had been the closest thing to home that (Y/n) had known. With that home came the Crows, the closest thing that (Y/n) had ever known to a family. When their secret is exposed in order to protect their family, it's all stolen from them. Now, (Y/n) needs to find a way to tear down the Fold and get home to the people they care about.

“Men mock the gods until they need them” - Leigh Bardugo

Pre-Show:

The Easiest Way to Steal a Man’s Wallet is to Tell Him You’re Going to Steal His Watch

No Saint Ever Watched Over Me

Season 1:

They Tell Each Other Who to Look After and Who to Watch Out For

When They Took Everything from You, You Found a Way to Make Something from Nothing

You're the First Glimmer of Hope I've Had in a Long Time

Season 2:

Stay till the End... And After, And Always

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Supernatural OC - Winchester Brothers & Adopted!Cambion!Reader

The Winchester brothers find themselves caring for a being far more powerful than they had ever known. In a story of about the constant battle between good and evil, the question of nature versus nurture is taken on in the most extreme of examples.

“Take courage, my heart: you have been through worse than this. Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.” - Homer, The Odyssey

Other Important Original Characters

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[suchawrathfullamb]

Will Graham Pre-Fall/Pre-Hannibal Sex Headcanons:

- He's actually just good at vibes, but he's mostly intuitive with techniques. So if he's really into it, he'll perform great, but if he's way too drunk or stressed then he will look great but won't impress much besides the overall vibes (which are always impressive cause meh he's flawless).

- He's loud af.

- Loves to choke (we saw that in canon with Margot but I think he always does it).

- He squeezes more than slaps.

- He's the "just spit on it" type of improviser.

- He will be courteous to accept cuddling after but won't initiate it or indulge too much.

- Definitely a biter and sucker. You'll be leaving with tons of marks.

- For mysterious reasons he gives me small load vibes. Maybe he was saving for H, who knows, but in general he doesn't strike me as the huge amounts of load type.

- Impulsive af. Unprotected sex. My man must have tons of babies all around town cause he didn't use protection with Margot whom he barely knew and protection isn't just to avoid babies like. You need it for sex with strangers regardless of anything else and my man was like fuck it.

- His favorite position to fuck is doggy, favorite to get fucked is riding.

- He gets overwhelmed by toys.

- His kink of choice is anything related to asphyxiation, edging and bondage.

- Doesn't like fucking high, prefers to fuck on uppers.

- Every lover wants to pull his hair but he actually hates it. He endures it but no one knows how to do it without hurting him good, they just hurt him.

- Doesn't strike me as the type of guy who is turned on by eating pussy. He gives "doing just cause I should" vibes. He's good at it, but doesn't get him off.

- Secretly preferred bjs from men.

- Was fucking women cause it was easier and cause he felt like that's what he was supposed to do and be. I mean, he was already fighting lots of demons, I don't think he would've come to terms with being anything other than straight at that time, he just wanted to be as normal as he possibly could.

- Would shamelessly bootycall.

tagging my also rambly like me mutie @patchouii to add their own

[disguting-girl-reads]

MY FAVORITE (LONG) FICS - Sebaciel Edition

I will not be placing them in any specific order. Also, a long-fic in my definition is anything above 50k words.

Shapeshifter by Honeythief

Sebastian can tell lies, and he tells them very well. He takes no orders and answers to no master, but he is no less obsessed with Ciel's soul.

TOP TIER. I said I wouldn't put the fics in any specific order, but starting with this one is quite telling. I absolutely love this fic with all my being. Sebastian as a serial killer psychiatrist (very Hannibal-like), is a delicious plot.

38 chapters (129,410k words)

TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Underage (we're talking about Sbcl, sooo), Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Past Rape/Non-con, Unhappy Ending

La Petit Mort by bun_o_ween

A prostitute, a priest, and a story of salvation.

Ciel's a french prostitute and Sebastian's a midwestern american priest, so it's definitely unlike anything I have read before! Sebastian's actually a good guy here, guys. (And Ciel is age-up in this. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, so I'm warning it beforehand. It's a really good read, though, so give it a chance!)

35 chapters (107,724k words)

TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con (there's a very graphic rape scene in this one, but not between sbcl), Mentions of Necrophilia, Mentions of Suicide

Stain The Water Clear by objectlesson

The wind may come and scatter ash, but Sebastian is the fire. He will keep burning, and Ciel will continue to smolder beneath him, until kingdom come.

This one is a pre-canon story about the two years between the contract and when the manga begins. It's a concept that I'm very interested in, and I don't see many people writing about it!

19 chapters (55,544k words)

TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con, Dubious Consent, Sexual Abuse, Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Grooming, Extremely Underage (Ciel is 10 for most of the story)

Flowers of Evil by Amanitus

FOE is a series, and that's The Sebaciel Bible in my eyes, lol. It's a must-read for all, truly. I love the writing and how the characters are portrayed. It's also canon-complacent, which I adore.

It has 4 parts:

Valentine's Eve (6 chapters/26,522k words)

Prepositions (21 chapters/126,827k words)

Adrift (1 chapter/3,944k words)

Agnus Dei (4 chapters/39,272k words)

So, in total, we have 196,565k words! It's a deliciously monstrously long story, lol

TW: Underage (we're talking about Sbcl here, lol), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Dubious Consent

[shachaai]

[Hetalia Version] The Lindworm’s Lullaby

Chapters: 3/14 Rating: Explicit (For Gore) Main Relationships: Arthur Kirkland (England)/Gabriel Cardoso Fernandes (Portugal) Characters: Arthur Kirkland (England), Gabriel Cardoso Fernandes (Portugal), Original Child Character(s), Ludwig Beilschmidt (Germany), Julia Blumenschien (Fem Prussia), Kiku Honda (Japan), Lovino Vargas (South Italy), Assorted Others Other Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Human AU, FBI Murder Mystery/Thriller, Case Fic, Adapted from a Hannibal Fic, Baby Fic, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Gabriel Fernandes, Omega Arthur Kirkland, Pre-Relationship, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Single Parent Arthur Kirkland, Violence and Gore Canon-Typical to Hannibal Levels, Cute Moments and Murder, Murder Scenes, Dead Bodies, Poisoning, Discussions about torture/infidelity/rape

The FBI is called in to investigate when a series of bodies shows up around Ohio: all of them alphas, and all of them skinned alive. With the killer’s motives a mystery, Ludwig Beilschmidt pulls Arthur Kirkland from the classroom and his vigil at the comatose Madeline Williams’ bedside once more to lend his insight to the case - with very little mind paid to the fact that the busy Arthur, omega and single mother to a six month-old daughter, might have some scheduling issues. Necessity - and pressure from Ludwig - drives Arthur into reluctantly asking Gabriel Fernandes for a favour at short notice. Gabriel is delighted to help Arthur with babysitting - once he has, of course, recovered from both the surprise of learning that Arthur Kirkland even has a baby to care for and, presented with the adorable armful that is a sleepy Lenore Kirkland, feeling a little skinned raw himself.

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CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2

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Chapter 3: deep into that darkness peering

Ludwig’s vague ‘Ohio’ turns out to be Lucas County, Ohio, on the outskirts of the city of Toledo. An abandoned manufacturing plant for electrical goods out in the suburbs off highway 24, just one of many factories standing empty along the more desolate stretches of road.

Even in the deepening shadows of a fading sunset, it’s obvious that the plant is falling into wrack and ruin. Some of its buildings are still mostly intact but more than a few are falling in on themselves, roofs everywhere full of holes and insides open to the elements. The paint is peeling everywhere moss, mould and mildew hasn’t spread, cracks in the plaster giving way to brick dust and rubble. Weeds have pushed up between the tarmac and cement that had once been part of the paving outside, broken glass from smashed windows and abandoned beer bottles crunching underfoot with gravel.

Squatters or youths looking for a thrill have clearly been in all the buildings at some point. Old empty chip packets and smushed-up polystyrene cartons lie caught-up in loops of abandoned rusting wire and under plastic shells of white furniture that never was, aluminium cans rolling noisily in the evening breeze until they dink to a gentle stop against a wall or piece of broken building. The local wildlife has, thankfully, mostly been scared away by the greater vermin of law enforcement officials moving in, but there are probably still a few rats and stray cats about the place somewhere. Bats and birds as well.

Truly, the only thing going for the plant is that it - at least - hadn’t been too far from the airport.

The evening breeze blows by again as Ludwig’s team unload themselves from their assigned cars to the plant, sending long cool fingers up the nape of Arthur’s exposed neck and threading his hair out on the wind’s tangled loom. Arthur shivers. He hadn’t planned for an evening outdoors in damn Ohio when he’d dressed himself that morning, and he’s cold without his scarf.

The sight of the factory itself does not fill him with the warm and fuzzies. Not the building, nor the swarms of law enforcement bustling about the place like flies under their own glaring floodlights as the night grows dark around them. The Toledo and Cleveland offices have sent their agents here already, and a large truck has been set up as the HQ for the scene.

“Oh, Ludwig,” Arthur sighs as the other man crunches his way through debris to walk alongside him, clasping his heart sarcastically-sweet in the picture-perfect pose of a swooning omega. “You always take me to the nicest of places.”

Already ahead of them, call-me-Julia (on the plane) Blumenschien smothers a laugh as she negotiates her way under the crime scene tape with her bulky kit, her long silvery braid swinging with the motion. Lovino Vargas doesn’t bother hiding his smirk as he slinks along after her with the teams’ camera equipment, and even Kiku Honda, usually the most painfully polite of the group, looks to be holding back his grin as he hauls the last of their things out of the cars’ trunks.

As he often does when he’s getting his own way, Ludwig takes the magnanimous approach. Bolsters morale by accepting the dig pointed his way - and even spares Arthur a wry smile as he lifts the crime scene tape for them both to duck under. “Tell me if you feel the same way after you’ve seen the scene. We believe it might be the second one this month.”

Huh. Arthur reaches up to brush back a strand or two of his flyaway hair. “Nothing worth making a fuss about until number two?”

“Once could always be a freak incident,” Ludwig says seriously. “Twice is something we have to be concerned about.” He gestures over a jacketed agent who had been standing at the steps of the HQ truck, the woman obviously waiting for their arrival. Late 20s, maybe, Asian American and serious-looking. Not someone Arthur recognises, but clearly an agent in charge. “Special Agent Linh?”

The agent - Linh - nods, her sleek black ponytail bobbing neatly with the motion. “Sir.” She looks tired and smells faintly of coffee and something floral. An omega. A green woven ribbon omega collar is just visible under her FBI jacket and buttoned-up shirt.

Arthur could really do with a coffee right now. With the night off from looking after Lenore and no need to worry about his caffeine intake provided he ditches the milk he produces for the rest of the night, he could even have a strong one.

“Beilschmidt,” Ludwig introduces himself. Jerks his chin at Arthur. “Special Agent Arthur Kirkland. The latest report?”

“Three bodies,” says Linh, “no ID for any of them. All men, strongly suspected to be alphas. Estimated time of death was two days ago, based upon the early insect activity.”

Which means young maggots. Lovely. Arthur isn’t sure exactly why he’s smiling faintly at Linh with maggots on the table - only to belatedly realise that the other omega reminds him of Marianne. Nothing in her appearance, but that floral smell is of sweet pea. Sweet pea, with Linh, and something like lotuses and lily-of-the-valley. No white musk or roses, nor creamy beeswax blended with vanilla.

Arthur squashes the smile. “Why is there no confirmation of the victims’ dynamic?” Most alphas - even dead ones - are easy enough to identify just by their scent, but, should scent fail, it isn’t hard to pull down a pair of jeans and look for a knot.

Linh licks her lips with a quick dart of tongue - trepidatious. “Each victim has been tied to a chair and had all their skin cut off. Flayed. We’re assuming the victims are all alphas based upon the presence of mass alpha pheromones in the room and what we think are penises with knots on all three victims, but there was some glandular and genital mutilation across all of the bodies. No concrete identification could be made without disturbing the scene, so we need to wait for confirmation about the victims’ dynamics in the lab.”

“Other wounds?” asks Arthur, but Linh just gestures helplessly at him. Another question that the lab will have to answer for them once the bodies are taken to the morgue. “In your opinion, was the flaying done pre or post-mortem?”

The smell of dry, almost sour, flowers in Linh’s scent spikes a little higher, a weird stress note in it edging it into the realms of unpleasant. Her gaze going distant: she’s remembering the scene. “Based upon the amount of blood and the pain scent in the pheromones when we first entered the room where we found the victims… I’d say pre.”

Skinned alive.

The night grows darker yet, and Arthur finds himself unconsciously shifting closer to Ludwig’s body beside him. Seeking some of the warmth exuded by the alpha’s steady bulk, even as Ludwig’s expression turns grim.

Ludwig: “Who called it in?”

Linh: “A man from Toledo’s Urbex League.” Elaborating at Ludwig’s blank look - “Urban explorers.”

Ludwig, exactly as clueless as before: “‘Urban explorers.’”

“People who explore vacant, abandoned, and ruined buildings for fun.”

“It’s a hobby for thrill-seekers with an interest in photography, architecture and historical documentation,” says Arthur. Rolling his shoulders free of the stiffness of cold before stuffing his hands in his pockets to keep them warm. “Sometimes it’s all about the art. Sometimes it’s a search for inspiration. Sometimes it’s a genuine desire to, uh, to preserve constructs for the historical record that others don’t think - or aren’t allowed - to keep. It’s an acknowledgement of the lovely ache of transience with a heap of rebellion thrown in.”

“Stick it to the man,” Linh says drolly, and Arthur likes her all the more for it.

“There’s a moving kind of beauty to be found in the decay of uninhabited space,” he adds, Ludwig still looking unconvinced beside him, “the man-made slowly sliding back into the grasp of nature.”

A bit like sending the painstaking self-construction of a man that is Dr. Fernandes out on a trip to Arthur’s little refuge in Wolf Trap. Unlike many of his neighbours in the local community, Arthur had kept his home as its original build, preserving the wild on his acres of land instead of slapping a McMansion down on top of it all. Nature rules the territory around Arthur’s little white-washed house, a thriving chaos that will have no respect for Dr. Fernandes' soft charcoal and cream attire. Arthur can only hope that nothing too terrible will happen to the alpha as he takes Lenore to Arthur’s neighbour and stops in at Arthur’s house for the dogs. (A little bit of coyote shit never really hurt anyone in the long-term, but Arthur would certainly pay to see Dr. Fernandes wrinkle that big arch nose of his after getting some of the crap on his fancy shoes.)

…Dr. Fernandes should be in Wolf Trap - or just leaving the area - about now, actually. Arthur takes one hand out of his pocket to check his phone. No frantic text messages or missed calls from Dr. Fernandes, so Lenore is fine. He can breathe.

Arthur slides his phone back into his pocket. “...Could also just be ghost-hunters.”

Ludwig huffs through his nose, his scent bleeding with exasperated chillies and black pepper. “Go,” he says to Arthur. Nods meaningfully to where the greatest hubbub of sound and light is coming from on-site. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Arthur sighs as well, but obediently leaves Ludwig with Special Agent Linh to go investigate the scene. Blumenschien-Julia, Honda and Vargas had long since gone ahead of him, and Arthur isn’t surprised to see the three of them as he approaches one building less damaged than the others, its heavy industrial door pulled wide open to the night. Floodlights, conversation, and the heavy iron scent of blood drift out.

One of the original investigators - fully suited and booted - stops Arthur before he goes inside. Hands Arthur a fresh pair of nitrile gloves and overshoe covers in matching blue, the whole set reminding Arthur quite starkly of his daughter’s matching sets of mittens and booties for fall. All he’s missing is the hat.

Inside: a big cement box. This building appears to have been used as a storage warehouse in the past, old, now empty, shelves disintegrating into rust where they’ve fallen over on the floor. The few small windows around the large room seem to still be intact, set high up on the walls so that, in the past, no-one passing by would have been able to sneak a peek at the goods stored inside.

It’s a good place to kill someone. Close the door, and almost all sound and light would be trapped inside the warehouse’s four thick walls. With the plant abandoned as it is… three victims could very easily be tortured to death, and no-one but the killer would ever scent their suffering or hear their screams.

Even days after their death and with new, living people on-site the air is still smeared with the intense suffering of alphas, a pungent enough odour that Arthur rocks back onto his back foot for a moment as he steps inside the warehouse. Unable to stop the instinctive wrinkling of his nose, the immediate defensive hunching-up of his shoulders to protect his vulnerable throat. His eyes prickle, threatening to shift to gold, Arthur’s body responding to the pheromones in the air and sending the first trickles of defensive hormones out into his bloodstream. Alert to any danger.

For the scent to have built up to this degree, the victims must have been tortured for many, many hours. Death by a thousand cuts: for most, being flayed isn't a quick way to die.

Photographers and note-takers scuttle around the warehouse like beetles over a corpse. Corpses. Three bodies sit slumped in their plain wooden seats, all in a row, stripped - badly - of their skin from head to foot. Glistening wet muscle, fat and bone exposed to be buzzed over by flies. Hands tied behind their backs, ankles lashed to the feet of the chairs. Blood dried in pools on the floor.

Arthur studies the scene, takes as deep a breath as he can bear, and then lets the golden pendulum in his mind swing.

All of the other people in the room disappear. Then the flash of cameras, the crime scene markers, and the yellow tape. The blood pools on the floor recede like the tide, drain backwards, upwards, up the wet muscle that used to be three men’s legs. Maggots are unborn, retreating into their shells around crusted eyes and slashed-up ears, and flies depart from the buzzing strings of beads they had made against lipless mouths. Skin regrows across mangled limbs like lichen stretching out over the trunk of a tree - but none of the victims wake. All three men remain slumped in their bonds, naked, alive but unconscious.

Arthur circles them to examine them from behind. No signs of head trauma on their scalped skulls, nothing overtly obvious to indicate a reason for the victims’ unconsciousness prior to flaying. They’d likely been drugged.

Further back in time. The victims had been brought into the room one by one, all at the same time. Dragged - there are scuff-marks from the door to a patch of floor outside of the pools of blood the size of a man’s body. A torn-off shirt button too clean to have been here since the plant went out of business in the same area meaning that the victims had been clothed originally, stripped off in the same patch of floor before being dragged over to the chairs. Tied in place with unforgiving cable ties.

The killer waits. The killer waits until the sedating properties of the drugs begin to wear off and his three victims all wake. The victims are still weak, sluggish, unable to resist when their kidnapper approaches them with a blade -

“Any sign of the murder weapon?” Arthur asks the room.

Julia, nearest to Arthur, answers him, too busy bagging up the abandoned shirt button to look over. “Nope. We’re looking for something incredibly sharp though, a blade no longer than six inches. Slight curve.”

“A dressing knife.” The tool of a hunter. Or butcher.

Arthur sinks back into his recreation, the weight of a 6 inch dressing knife comfortable in his hand. Its grip is warm and familiar: an old friend.

The killer begins with the victim in the leftmost chair. The blood under his corpse is the oldest, and blood spatter indicates that he was conscious enough to struggle at least a little when the knife was placed to his skin. Feet first - the killer wanted the victim to last as long as possible, and watch every moment as his skin was sliced from his body. To scream. The killer wanted all three of his victims to watch, John Does #2 and #3 watching #1 tortured to death. #3 watching #2. And #3…

This is personal. I skin these men slowly, one by one, so that the others may watch. I have ordered them by their sins, so that those whose sins were greatest will wait longest for their death to arrive. Look at me. Know me. Do you remember me now? It is important to me that you see what you really are on the inside.

John Doe #1 still has a patch of skin over his right ankle bone almost the size of Arthur’s palm. Thumb-sized pieces of skin hanging loose at the back of his knees, under the curve of his ass where it meets the chair. Eyelids, and the remnants of a nose.

John Doe #2 has been flayed so badly he’s lost one of his balls, and it’s impossible to tell if the man had had a knot at one point with what little flesh remains of his genitals underneath all the blood, under the slippery pool of his own intestines where they’ve slithered forwards out of his abdomen and onto the remains of his lap. There’s a vicious gouge in his perineum: Doe #2 talked back.  

I’ve done this before. Humans are not my usual prey - I know how to handle my knife, but the shape of the animal beneath the blade is still unfamiliar to me. That my inexperience extends your suffering only brings me more pleasure, because you deserve to suffer. My cuts grow more precise as I move along the row of my victims, but now I know how to keep you alive for longer as I cut. Peeling off your skin inch by inch, dropping it in a pile in front of you on the floor. Warming to my task.

Arthur frowns, rising from his crouch near the third body. “The killer knew these people.” He’s shaking, the screams of three men still echoing in his ears. Has to clench his hands into fists to get control of himself, the scent of raw spoiled meat stuck in his nose, itching across the roof of his mouth.

“Well, I’m glad someone did,” Vargas snarks, lowering his camera after snapping a picture of the first body’s bound wrists. “We’ve got nothing to ID them with. No clothes, no wallets, and not enough left of their facial features for us to run a photograph of them through the system. If their DNA doesn’t show up in our files we’ll have to start looking at dental records.” Notoriously spotty.

“Any of the missing skin turned up?”

“Nada.” Julia again, still scouring the floor for any more pieces of clothing. For strands of fabric and the marks of feet. “Victims’ personal effects are still AWOL as well. Agents from the local field offices have already swept the plant’s buildings searching for them, and they’ve got the K9s out in the surrounding fields. Just in case any of it’s been dumped outside.”

It’s almost fully dark now outside, so the sniffer dogs should be coming in for the night.

“Just what we need,” Vargas gripes. Grumpy enough that, even though Vargas is a beta, Arthur can smell him from a few metres away, Vargas’ scent green and sharp at the edges with lemon basil over something thicker, spicier, smokier, and woodier. A church’s herb garden kitchen - lavender, something, something and frankincense? “Paw Patrol at the party hosting the world’s most fucked-up ménage à trois. The last time one of the field offices brought out the K9s near one of our crime scenes, we got dog fur contaminating the evidence.”

“You’re kvetching like you’re the one who had to get the DNA of 8 dogs to eliminate them from the suspect pool,” Julia grumbles back at him, exuding just enough of her own sour cherry and almonds alpha scent that Arthur almost misses the moment that the notes of cedar, coffee, pepper and baked bread hit the air around all of them, Ludwig Beilschmidt entering the old warehouse.

It says something about the raw meat stink of the bodies, their pheromones and their blood, that Ludwig smells appealing to Arthur’s nose. An actual beacon of stability amongst this mess, safe harbour for Arthur’s nose.

“Ménage à quatre,” Honda says softly, his eyes limned with the same instinctual gold as Arthur’s. Ducking his chin apologetically when Vargas only looks at him blankly and offers a puzzled huh? “Quatre, not trois. The killer in this scenario makes four.”

Arthur would’ve quite happily taken examining a scene after a real ménage à quatre over this. It wouldn’t have been the first time in his life he’d had to search for evidence using UV - wouldn’t even have been the first time he’d had to do so with four completely naked, thankfully still alive, civilians right beside him.

“This wasn’t an act of passion,” he says, pitching his voice a little further for Ludwig, “but one of cold and pretty methodical revenge. A slow, controlled burn.” Arthur gestures to the victims, one after the other. “One. Two. Three. He deliberately flayed them one by one, so the later victims watched the earlier victims die. They were drugged when they were first brought here, but they were all alive and conscious when the knife was applied to the first one’s skin.”

Julia whistles. “They were tortured.”

That’s exactly the word for it. “Our victims were still under the effects of whatever concoction they were drugged with. They struggled in their bonds - but not too much. Damage from the ties into the raw flesh is relatively minimal, and blood spatter hasn’t gone too far from the bodies.”

Honda pipes up again. “That suggests a high dose of sedatives, paralytics.”

“Which suggests our unsub might be someone who isn’t able to - or doesn’t think they’re able to - handle an adult alpha male without the aid of pharmaceuticals, even when the victim is tied down.”

“Handling one alpha is a great deal different to handling three,” Julia points out. “The killer could just be cautious.”

“We have no way to tell that the victims were awake when the killer started hacking at them,” Vargas complains. “We can check for stress hormones during the autopsy, but the body naturally produces those when it's attacked anyway. The whole revenge theory is entirely suppositional.”

“Suppose then,” grunts Ludwig from behind the beta, and Vargas nearly jumps out of his own skin.

Arthur waves sharply to the body in front of him again: John Doe #3. “He pissed himself pre-mortem, pre-flaying. You can smell the ammonia, and it’s diluted some of the blood that dripped down onto the floor after the urine.”

(“I have it,” says Honda, and approaches so he can snap a few more photos of the floor under victim #3’s chair. To Vargas - “Did the earlier team take swabs?” Vargas only shrugs at him irritably.

“Alright, sourpuss,” says Julia, “you get the fun job of going to find out.”)

“Skinning is an act of humiliation,” says Arthur. “Our killer had to show each of these men exactly who they were underneath the front they were putting up for the world. And make them sorry for it.”

Julia hmms in thought, idly spinning the evidence bags in her gloved hands. “A ‘beauty is only skin deep’ sort of situation?”

Ludwig looks sceptical. “You think these men were targeted for their vanity?” For all their posturing, alphas rarely have the word applied to them.

Julia, unlike many others of her dynamic, has a reasonable amount of self-awareness. (When she wishes to apply it.) She shrugs. “Every alpha gets a little vain during pre-rut. Maybe they all peacocked in front of the wrong person.”

“I’m not sure,” says Arthur, frowning again. “All I really know for certain is that these men did something that personally upset their killer.”

Ludwig looks at Arthur meaningfully. Jerks his chin towards the warehouse’s door before heading in that direction himself. Walk with me.

Arthur goes and walks with him, falling into step with Ludwig just outside the building. Night’s chilly mantle drapes itself out over Arthur’s shoulders again, the crunching of gravel and glass underfoot shockingly loud against the quiet murmuring of agents around them. Arthur has forgotten to take his booties off, and the sharp debris on the ground is slicing their thin plastic to ribbons.

In the distance, a dog barks.

“You were asking about the dogs,” says Ludwig.

“Anything?” Arthur asks, but Ludwig only shakes his head. “Likely the unsub took the victims’ skin with them then.”

“A trophy?”

Arthur shrugs, enjoying the smell of the fresh air outside the warehouse. Staring off into the night rather than at the blinding FBI floodlights, the chaos that is the HQ truck. The road directly outside the manufacturing plant is empty.  “...You said this is the second scene.”

“The first body was found three weeks ago. West of here, in an abandoned farm building off Highway 20A, just outside the village of Delta.”

There’s a half-lit billboard out there in the darkness, where the plant’s short entrance road meets the nearby highway. Tall, spectral white letters haunt the display:

WHERE ARE YOU GOING? Heaven? or Ohio? 855-FOR-TRUTH John 3:36

“How far from here?” Arthur asks. Turning his eyes away from the promise of manufactured heaven to concentrate on his balance, lifting up his feet, one after the other, to pull off the remains of the elasticated overshoes he had been given earlier. The matching gloves soon follow, and Arthur warms up his twitching fingers by rubbing them over the back of his neck.

“Around half an hour by car,” Ludwig replies. Looking about as pleased as Arthur feels hearing that answer, Ludwig’s eyes glowing red-white with light reflected from behind Arthur. That’s a lot of ground for the investigation to cover. Where are all the serial-killing homebodies these days?

“The unsub has a relatively wide working area. Must know the region pretty well.”

“It is not too far from here to Michigan,” Ludwig points out gruffly. Another negative. “We could be looking at a killer from out of state.”

“Maybe.” Arthur purses his lips, the tips of his fangs sharp against his tongue. He doesn’t want to imagine another serial killer at large across state lines right now, especially not in states so far from his home. “...What made the locals link the first body to these three? Going from one victim to three is quite a quick escalation. Sudden change in M.O. could mean this is a copycat.”

“First victim is also an alpha with her skin cut off. Still no ID.”

Arthur pauses. “‘Her’? Our victims are all men.” That’s another big difference between the two scenes. “Change in victim count, change in primary gender of victim...”

“Do we have a copycat,” asks Ludwig, a perfect echo to Arthur’s own thoughts, “or someone who knows just enough to throw us off?”

A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing. “Maybe someone who’s learning. There’s a noticeable increase in the precision of the cuts going from the first victim to the last, a - uh - developing technique. The killer was getting better with practice.”

“Learning on the job.” Ludwig sighs, reaching up with one hand to rub at his temples. “Practice makes perfect, they say.”

Arthur’s sigh echoes him, Arthur using his own hands to knuckle at his tired eyes. Multicoloured stars flash and twinkle in the dark behind his eyelids. His nose is cold. “We need to see the first body.”

“We’re working on it. The locals are putting up a fuss.”

“They’re hitting us with the red tape?” Arthur frowns, a flash of frustration ripping through him. Isn’t it enough that they’ve come out to Ohio to take a look at this mess without being asked to perform tricks as well? “Do they want the FBI to handle this case or not?”

“Oh,” says Ludwig, bone-dry and mirthless, “the local bureaucracy wants rid of it. But apparently there’s some complication with two open missing persons cases and the families involved.” He snorts - “The rich families involved.”

“...They’re each wondering if the Jane Doe is their missing person.” No matter that they’d all get their answers quicker if they just cooperated with the FBI. Arthur shakes his head, muttering - “More money than sense.”

Ludwig doesn’t disagree with him, sighing a long plume of warm breath out into the increasingly cold night. “Money makes the world go round.” Not logic. Fuck it.

*****

*****

Special Agent Linh - Vietnam Julia Blumenschein - Female Prussia

Fun fact: sweet pea has always been an asshole of a scent to obtain for perfumiers. The flower, often referred to as Queen of the Annuals, produces a stress hormone when picked, which ruins its beautiful smell. It’s also a flower that’s used extensively in those fashionable teas/tisanes/cocktails that change colour as you pour them.

Thank you, still, to my friend Reid, who helped me with Ohio lore! The billboard Arthur spots here is based on a real one that google claims is in Ohio, so any mistakes there are google’s fault rather than mine. >>

NEXT CHAPTER

[zaebeecee]

•ZBC’s Writing Masterpost•

You can find my AO3 account here.

This is a big ol’ post for my writing. Links to individual fics and brief descriptions under the cut. I’m also open for fic prompts, if you have any. I’m not a multishipper, so I’ll only write things I ship (with some exceptions), but ships I write for are also under the cut.

I mostly like to write romance from the aroace (demi on both counts) perspective.

Hellaverse

RadioDust

To Sever a Loveless Bond

Soulmate AU. Multichapter. WIP.

Angel and Alastor discover they are each other’s soulmates. This is unacceptable, and the obvious solution is to figure out a way to break out of this bond before the Vees do it for them.

Fight and Flight

Headcanon prompt from @alastorsfluffydeertail. Oneshot. Pre-ship.

The residents of the Hazbin Hotel are assholes who are currently in the middle of a prank war. On a completely unrelated note, Alastor is very much like a deer in one way: he is extremely easy to startle.

Drowning in Stardust (Master Post)

31 day writing challenge for October 2024

A variety of RadioDust one-shots

CasinoBomb

Risk and Reward

One-shot.

Husk reflects on the nature, and addictive appeal, of risk.

Zestial/Sir Pentious

…and so, the spider captured the serpent

One-shot prompt from @alastorsfluffydeertail

Sir Pentious requires information to fix his newest project. Zestial has a lot of books. Charlie thinks this is an easy fix.

Various/Multiple focus

Blitzø’s 13

Ocean’s Eleven-inspired fic. Multichapter. WIP.

When Blitzø receives a credible and threatening letter from an unknown source, he has no choice but to put together a team of hellborn and sinners for a little heist. The target? Lucifer Morningstar. The reason? That’s for him to worry about.

Hannibal

Hannigram

“It’s a surprise.”

Prompt one-shot for @fletchingbrilliant

Hannibal has business to attend to, but he says it’s a secret, and Will is left home alone. He takes this as well as you might expect.

Prompt Ships

Hannigram

RadioDust

Stolitz

Chaggie

CasinoBomb (Husk/Cherri)

Cannapple (Lucifer/Rosie)

Zestial/Sir Pentious

Moxxie/Millie

Fizzmodeus

One-sided RadioStatic

Staticmoth

If you want a ship you don’t see here and want to know if it’s an exception, go ahead and ask. My only hard no’s are HuskerDust, RadioApple, Chalastor, MothDust, and anything that makes Adam a good person (or that changes canon queer identities). I’ll consider just about anything else.

[thiefbird]

Thank you to @syrupwit for the tag!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Here are my various WIPs (with some minor notes on subject matter because I am wildly multifandom)

HMS Solace (original novel)

Ourselves Almost Despising (So Long Lives This verse)

Trickshot fic (pre canon Aubreyad, Stephen and James Dillon)

His Dark Materials Aubreyad AU (what it says on the tin)

Damage Gets Done Part 2 Angsty Boogaloo (Hornblower, Post Mutiny+Retribution Kingston Debauch)

Pride and Post-Justice (Inky Anders, JustSolAnders)

Soulmate AU JustNanders (what it says on the tin)

Whump Stephen (what if Mahón went worse?)

When Stars Fall (Doctor Who/Aubreyad crossover to explain WHY the year 1813 happens 6+ times)

X files/Hannibal crossover (what it says on the tin)

Pride and Prejudice and Post Captains (what it says on the tin)

Archive Ashore (modern AU Aubreyad)

This isn't even all of them. I may have a problem

No pressure tagging: @aurpiment @hey-scully-itsme @quatregats and anyons else who wants to play(pls tag me so I can ask)

[equal-shipping]

Kaishin Reveal and What It Means For You

Okay I need everyone to keep their shit together because I think this is being blown out of proportion. What follows is a quick rant about what the hell is going in the DCMK fandom and what is going on in fandom in general cause I don’t know why I’m seeing so many people lose their shit over something that was most likely going to happen followed by a quick lesson by a ‘fandom elder’ on how to ignore canon and make a ship your own. 

Spoilers ahead and whatnot. 

April 11th the DCMK 27 movie came out and information was revealed about how Kaito Kuroba and Shinichi Kudou are now cousins. Twitter lost its mind, Tumblr lost its mind, Discord servers are being created and now everyone is wondering what the hell should they do. 

I’m going to be honest, if you are a creator for KaiShin, please don’t delete your work. 

Either archive it or orphan it but please don’t delete it.

You put time and effort into this, into something you love, and just because the mangaka is so SO set in his ways of every single ship being friends to lovers does not mean you have to follow the same format. This doesn’t make you an incest shipper or whatever, it doesn’t make you a person who you don’t want to be, it’s just something that you had no idea of knowing was going to happen and I hope that you can look back at it fondly. 

Anyways, for those enjoying Kaishin on the sidelines all I’m going to say is Pick a Lane. 

Ignore Canon 

If you are an old time shipper then this may not be new for you. I mean Gosho literally had another ship that turned out to be cousins like at this point it’s ‘who is my cousin’ being played in the entire Detective Conan manga. You either already guessed it, are an active incest shipper (hi, hello, tis a me) or you are used to your favourites dying. This situation is no fucking different. 

Wolfwood is dead, in my head he is alive and well and treating his Plant husband right. 

Sora is missing, not in my head where he is kissing Roxas and Riku and Kairi and whoever else wants to get at the sunshine of the KH universe. 

Ben is dead, NOT IN MY REYLO FANFICTION. 

If you are a person who actively kept up with the manga or actively kept up with the show it is possible to ignore canon because they do not suddenly go super deep into being cousins and knowing about each other. They both don’t know if they are cousins or else the jig would be up immediately and the manga would be finished. You CAN ignore canon and if Kaishin is a ship that brings you joy and just serotonin production I implore you guys to choose this lane if you still want to enjoy Kaishin. 

It’s by far the healthiest option and teaches you how to curate your own fandom experience. 

Alternate Universes and You 

I was in the Hannibal fandom for a while and I clearly remember the ‘Hannibal is not a Cannibal’ tag on AO3. I thought it was hilarious but I would never dare to make fun of it because that is a prime example of CURATING YOUR FANDOM EXPERIENCE. 

Here are some examples on how you can start tagging: 

Not Cousins AU

Kaito and Shinichi aren’t family 

No Family Relation AU 

Pre Kaishin reveal 

Or just make a quick blurb of how you mean this drawing/fic to be perceived. Again, this is your experience and you get to make the space you want to make. It’s up to you to make/interact with the content that makes you most comfortable. Again, if you want to delve into AU’s then that is up to you and I think it’s a pretty good lane for those who just feel weird about the whole reveal. 

Stepping Away

Your moral values are your own, people, and I am in no position or even want to judge them. If you feel uncomfortable about this now, see your love for Kaishin diminishing because of the reveal or just don’t see yourself shipping Kaishin in the future then you are more than capable of measuring your response and stepping away from the ship entirely for your own health. 

Is it going to be sad? Yes, but they are fictional and I recommend having an idea of what you have in your life outside of fandom that makes you happy that you can focus on as you go through this. College, work, whatever hobbies you may have taken up–hell put all your eggs into another ship that you know also brings you joy! 

Do not let this dictate your day or your month or your year. This is just fandom, you don’t have to make a big statement unless asked about it, you do not have to justify your decision to anybody, curate.your.fandom.experience. 

I’m going to end this with a repeat of what I just said. 

This is all fictional. We are playing in a fictional sandbox where we can all make whatever we want in any capacity and as long as it is tagged correctly then nobody’s lines have to be crossed. If you just started enjoying Kaishin, find out how you still want to enjoy it or step away. If you have shipped Kaishin for a while, do the same fucking thing! The east side of the fandom is having a field day with the movie, why can’t the west have some fun too?! 

I’m going to ship Kaishin (however all my reblogs will be moved to my other blog for incest-y stuff and just other content people may not vibe with in general) and hell I might just join the Kaishin Big Bang for the hell of it because I have been shipping this ship since I was 15 years old and I’m about to be 30 so….I’m staying fucking seated cause you aren’t getting me out of this chair, Aoyama, you aren’t getting me to ship Aoko with anyone other an Akako so suck on that. 

Be safe, be smart and curate y’all.

[fatalism-and-villainy]

oh boy so I’m thinking about what might have come about in a) a more extended Red Dragon arc that had a full season’s worth of time to play with, and b) a Red Dragon arc less adaptationally married to the book, AND c) a Red Dragon arc that engaged the secondary characters more, and allowed them to be more dynamic than they are during that part of the show -

and while I know Hannibal was more immediately concerned at that point with dealing with his feelings regarding Will than with fulfilling his promise to Alana, I can’t help but imagine (and really wish we’d gotten) a scenario where it’s Alana, Margot, and their son who Hannibal sends Dolarhyde after.

(Could be a what-if AU scenario, or it could exist alongside the attack on Molly and Walter in an extended arc.)

A lot of the threads the show picks up on from the book involve the theme of family - Dolarhyde’s murders of the families are used to dig into the family Will made for himself, in contrast with the family Hannibal wanted to give him. Margot and Alana’s family would have made a fantastic counterpoint to that - an unconventional family that was forged in blood under circumstances that occurred heavily in Hannibal’s shadow. I often think that Hannibal symbolically officiated Alana and Margot’s marriage ceremony - they first got together during the search for Hannibal, the murder that they committed together (parallel to the shared Hannigram murder at the end of season 3) was done partially at Hannibal’s urging, and they were only able to get away with it because of the devil’s bargain they struck with Hannibal in which he took the fall for it. So how fitting, for Hannibal to be the one to torpedo the family dynamic that he helped facilitate!

And I think for Alana too, there’d be the topic of how family burdens you with the protection of others - how others’ vendettas against you suddenly extend to the people closest to you, because family is often considered an extension of you.

Of course, those last two points would have to feature in any post-canon threat to the Verger-Bloom family as well - their indebtedness to Hannibal, and Alana having to contend with the fact that Hannibal’s “promise” to her has put others in danger as well. But they would work so well when incorporated into the arc that already focuses on family, especially since Margot and Alana’s deal is arguably something of a middle ground between the full normie familial experience Will was trying to enact with Molly, and the completely outrageous murder family scenario Hannibal was gunning for.

Ultimately, Dolarhyde’s deal is that he breaks families in one way or another - whether via murder, or by psychologically fracturing them (i.e. what happened to Will and Molly in both the book and the show). A threat to Margot and Alana could similarly shake things up between them and bring up pre-existing tensions (I’ve never particularly been interested in the ultra-peaceful fanon Marlana) while raising the question of whether they could fall apart, like Will and Molly, or be strengthened by his attack - as Will and Hannibal ultimately are.

Also, imagine the “how’s my wife? she’s lucky”/“she survived the Great Red Dragon. takes a pinch more than luck” exchange transposed onto Hannibal and Alana. It’d work sooo well in reflecting Hannibal’s pre-existing fondness and admiration towards Margot (and perhaps as foreshadowing of the ruthlessness that she’s still capable of more of).