#Now I have a Will one and a Hannibal one...

[neyafromfrance95]

as much as i want galadriel to stay with sauron, willingly or unwillingly, i do have reasons to believe that they won't go there, after all. let's talk about it so that we don't come out of s2 finale too bitter.

other than them saying that sau/gal dynamic is going to be central throughout all seasons, what gives me hope is that they have said sauron "groping" for galadriel was an inspiration for s/g relationship in the show (and i think of the story itself). it means that the creators are aware of the same thing we know - in order for trop to make sense in regards to lotr, sauron has to still covet galadriel at the end of s5, and galadriel still has to struggle with his temptations. so their push and pull has to continue till the end.

now, i think unlike the lorebros, the show isn't in a hurry to introduce celeborn (and if he is introduced, he is gonna be like molly from hannibal, lol) and a lot of timelines are going to change for convenience so that 8ep format is more or less neat for the gen audiences. i think this is an opportunity for them to re-establish the mind-palace. still not sure if they are intending to, but how else is sau going to grope to see gal's mind if they aren't in a close proximity? and also, how else is galadriel going to struggle with the darkness (bc again, even without succumbing, it wouldn't make sense narratively for her struggle to end yet)? how else is she going to become a powerful elf-witch and what of the dark!galadriel from the 3rd age? even more importantly, while she isn't even close to admitting to her greatest desires rn, she does in the 3rd age. so we need this development.

ofc sauron "stealing" galadriel like morgoth stole silmarils would create a perfect parallel, and give the writers an opportunity to explore a very interesting circumstance, to actually bring galadriel as close to the darkness as possible without making her fall into it. but i doubt the execs would allow that to unfold so literally. the star wars and marvel formula is still policing our mainstream media, after all.

doesn't mean that the finale is going to be bad for us shippers. it might be confirmed more clearly (for those who need it) that sauron indeed loves galadriel, and that galadriel has feelings for him too. i personally love the whole one-sided pursuit of marriage + one-sided hunt for slaying slow burn of an unresolved tension, it's the most lover/enemies dynamic of them all, after all! makes haladriel into a fantasy au hannigram, haha.

[honeygrahambitch]

Imagine Maeve (will and hannibal's daughter) coming home from a friend's house and saying something sort of "Mike's mom makes the best pasta carbonara."

Will subtly tries to leave the room and maybe hide under the bed but before he can leave Hannibal has already eyed him.

"Did you hear that?"

"Yes, I really need to-"

"Mike's mom makes the best carbonara. Even better than her half italian dad."

"And he's started..." Will says and lets out a long sigh. "Did you guys finish your project?" He asks trying to change the topic.

"How is her recipe better than mine? Maybe I can learn something from Mike's american mom."

The sarcasm in Hannibal's voice makes Will consider all the exits in the room. The window seems to be the best option. If only Hannibal's hand wasn't resting on the small of his back as a reminder that he is staying there for the whole talk.

"I think she said she uses cooking cream?" Maeve replied, very much aware of the fact that she cannot escape either.

"Did you hear that, Will?" Hannibal says, "She uses cooking cream and then has the audacity to call it carbonara."

"Don't you do that as well?" Will asks before realizing he sentenced himself to the death penalty. Even the look on Maeve's face is pitying him.

"I have cooked that for you for at least fifty times, amore." Hannibal says, not even looking at him. "You always watch me cook yet you imply I would commit such an atrocity? Really interesting statements coming today from my daughter and my husband."

Will clears his throat and comes up with something. "When I'm watching you it's very difficult to focus on the food. Especially if your sleeves are rolled up."

"Dad..."

Will gave her the "I'm saving our asses" glance.

"And anyway, when I was saying that Mike's mom makes the best carbonara I was just trying to make you cook that tonight. It was mediocre compared to yours."

Hannibal looks from one to the other, the same innocent puppy eyes.

"You're safe for now." He says, even though the look in his eyes is still stern. "And yes, I will make Carbonara. And not because I need to prove a point but because you need to forget that mediocre taste. Will?"

"Yes?"

"You can watch me if you are so much into it."

[grasshopperdoingdogpaddle]

I feel like the fact that Wuya and Chase and Hannibal were all imprisoned near each other (but restrained from actually reaching each other to assist or, more likely, to fight) was just an added layer of their torment.

Like that play, No Exit. "Hell is other people..." If you're unfamiliar, the gist is that if you get just the right people with just the right flaws and hang-ups to create a constant spiraling feedback loop together and put them in a room together, they'll be each other's eternal punishment worse than any fire and brimstone could ever be.

Not only are they having this humiliation witnessed by people they would never want to see them like this, but they're also free to talk to each other, and nothing else. Can't move much besides their mouths.

Do you think Wuya and Chase and Hannibal mocked each other about how they look much less like eyesores now that they're forced in a cheerleading uniform with shoes or stripped to nothing or rotting in an ill-fitting cage without even his Moby Morphers to bring him back to normal size? "Your new look suits you well, doesn't it? At least Spicer gave you a nice little makeover."

Do you think Chase mocked Wuya about Jack having control of her golems now?

Do you think Chase mocked Hannibal about being thrown in an even less dignified prison than the one Chase had him in?

Do you think Wuya and Hannibal mocked Chase about Omi's presumed death?

[kayfaae]

Caged Songbird

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x fem!reader

Details: smut, (reader mid to late 20s), psychiatrist patient relationship, praising, dirty talk, light asphyxiation, mentions of gore, inappropriate use of the violin's bow, clothed sex

Insight: You have been seeing Dr. Lecter for the past couple of months, finding his process to be very sufficient. You are a talented violinist, causing Hannibal to be very intrigued by you. He asks for you to play him a song during one of your visits, and things take a dark interesting turn.

Your slender fingers grasp the violin's bow in an elegant manner, not only years of practice under your belt but of pure artistry. It has always called to you naturally, like a bird drawn to a soft melody. You can feel those golden eyes burn into your frame as you continue your serenade, your body moving with the vibrating cords in a trance-like state. Your psychiatrist, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, suggested you share your passion with him to get a better feeling of you. And perhaps, to share a common interest.

It was no secret that Hannibal dabbled in the arts of the world, his evidence littered everywhere in the dark lit room of his office. Multiple sketches of architecture and the human body covered his polished wooden desk, various books on the subject placed here and there. When you mentioned you played the violin, his eyes twinkled with intrigue, and so your conversation from your past experiences extinguished like a flame.

" Why don't you bring your violin to our session for next time? Such talent cannot go to waste. "

Your heart fluttered in your chest from his proposal, a finger lifting to push a fallen strand of hair behind your ear.

" It would be a pleasure, Dr. Lecter. "

There was no denying you were feeling adoration for this man, in fact it has been brewing since the first couple of visits you have seen him. There was something intoxicating about Hannibal, as if he were wearing a porcelain mask of demure that was waiting to be cracked.

And, you felt safe with him.

Oh poor naive girl.

As you continue to play your instrument, Hannibal's eyes trailed to the movement of your wrist with the violin's bow. So sharp, composed, and in control. Oh how he longed to snatch that away from you.

You were in the wolf's den now, though you were unaware of your fate just yet. He began to imagine how your body would look sprawled and open, your veins the same manner of your violin, and how he would play with you like how a true violinist should. You would be a masterpiece. But alas, he could never commit to such a devious thing. He wanted to keep you locked in a cage, like a songbird.

He sighed in content while sipping on his wine, head lolling back to bask in the sound of your enchantment. A soft purr escaped his lips, but was muted by your composing, his darkening eyes bringing to your attention once again as you finish the last piece of the tune.

" Absolutely exquisite, mon amour. "

Your cheeks blush brightly from the pet name, head bowing down as if you had just performed in front of an entire audience in thanks.

" You truly think so, Dr. Lecter? I -... It's been a while since I have practiced. "

It was as if your words had struck a cord in him, his pupils dilating while bringing a hand outward in your direction. He was beckoning you towards him, the lamb trotting into the slaughter.

" Come here .. "

It was such a soft command, but held so much weight in desire. In your heart you knew this was wrong, a psychiatrist should not have relations like this with a patient. Let alone, one so tender as yourself. But all rational thinking went out the window and flew into the wind, your body moving towards him with curiosity. You grasped your violin to your small chest in comfort, doe eyes glancing towards his predator ones in anticipation.

" When I watch you, do you know what I see? "

You shake your head lightly, pearl teeth moving to bite upon your plush bottom lip.

" I see the gentleness of your wrist moving elegantly in stride with your bow, a commander of a ship in a coming storm. " He lifts a hand to grasp upon your wrist then, a calloused thumb brushing tenderly on your bone under the flesh there.

" You have the ultimate control, the violin being your canvas, your hand the brush. "

You could barely breathe as he leans inward to whisper hotly into your ear, as if there were spying meddlers listening in.

" But little dove, I would like to be the one in control now. "

He could hear your heart beating wildly against your chest, lips moving to ghost along the shell of your ear as he closed his eyes wantonly. Hannibal had snared you in his trap, catching you off guard as you breathe heavily past parted lips. You were not able to escape now, a bird flapping wildly in her gilded cage. But....deep in your heart, you didn't want to.

You wanted to be plucked, bit by bit.

Hannibal pulls back to look into your eyes for confirmation, the back of his hand lifting to trail along your jawline affectionately. You tilt against his hand with fluttering lashes, your eyes lifting to directly stare into the depths of hell itself.

" .... Yes.. "

That was all that was needed, his soft lips colliding into yours in a hungry groan. His once professional composure now melting against your mouth, hands cupping your face as he dives into your wanton crevice with his skilled tongue. You whimper from the sudden intrusion, brows knitting together while lifting your free hand to tangle through his well kept locks. They start to lose their form, falling now freely across his closed eyes as he devours you with starvation for innocence. Hannibal pulls back to breathe against your lips for a split second, not wasting any time to move against your jugular with hot kisses.

" D-...Dr...Lecter... " You moan so sweetly, his hand wrapping around your throat in a sign of control. Not tightly, but firm enough to have you swallow thickly against his palm with glossy eyes.

" Hannibal ... " He commands you say his name, for the gates have been flooded open to let yourself go into him. You needed to be guided, your head nodding obediently with a hot moan.

" -.... Hannibal, please ... " What you were begging for, you could not tell. Anything, everything that belonged to him you supposed. His intoxicating lips formed into a devilish grin, those teeth like fangs of a snake about to indulge in his feast.

His hands removed from your flushed face, lifting your small form to sit upon his desk gently with your back against it's surface. You could hear the crumple of paper beneath you, legs naturally spreading while you clung onto your violin for dear life. He took notice of this, chuckling darkly before removing the instrument from your grasp.

" I wish to see you, all of you... "

You felt bare as soon as the instrument was taken away from you, hands moving to fold across your chest shyly. How achingly sweet you looked to him, his smile never faltering as he moved your hands away as well.

" You have nothing to be shy of, little dove... "

Firm but tender hands began to knead your clothed breasts in circular motions, your back arching with a soft gasp from the sensitivity. It has been a while since anyone has touched you here, but you did not think you could feel this much desire for somebody. You didn't want him to let go, your own hand reaching to grasp his wrist tightly. His disheveled hair falls across his face as he looks downward at your body in awe, fingers moving to quickly unbutton the front of your white summer dress.

Yes, white.. the color of innocence in a dark chamber. You were the last light to be flushed out.

You swear you could hear a slight gasp escape his lips as he unveils your tender bust, nipples already hardened as stone from his actions.

" So beautiful... " He moans heatedly, leaning forward to wrap his lips around a peaked nub. You gasp loudly before bringing a hand to place on the back of his head lovingly, arching into his mouth with earnest. He feels so divine, so warm against your reactive skin that you could shiver in delight. Hannibal groans against your flesh, tongue circling in swift motions before suckling firmly. You can tell he's getting heated as well, his arms moving to shuffle out of his elegant suit coat. It pools around him on the floor with a silk thud, his fingers rolling up his black button-up shirt while continuing to assault your breast.

" Please .... I.. - " You cannot form what you truly want to express, his mouth retracting with a lewd pop before bringing his dark eyes to yours.

" Tell me, mon amour... What do you want? "

Your foot reaches downward to brush along his tented groin with a gasp, the action being your answer to his desired question. How much he wants to rut against it, to spend his seed and stain those trousers but no... he would not let it release this easily. His hand moves to wrap around your throat tightly, lips ghosting along yours while breathing heavily against you.

" Use your words... What do you want? Do you want my cock, little dove? "

You swallow thickly against him while gasping for air, tears beginning to drip in the corner of your lust glossed eyes.

" I -... I want your cock, Hannibal... Please.. "

Oh how adorable you looked underneath him, so wanton and so willing to succumb to his pleasure. The sound of you saying such a lewd word from your innocent mouth made his skin crawl, his fingers loosening around your throat with a satisfied purr.

" Good girl... "

Hannibal pulls away to start unbuckling his trousers, the lack of his warmth causing you to whine a bit in frustration. He takes note of this with a raised brow and a deep chuckle, the sound of metal hitting the floor making your stomach flutter in anticipation. His trousers soon pool around his ankles, followed by his black boxer briefs to expose his hardened steel of flesh between his hand. He was large, thick with a slight curve and you could feel yourself salivating for it's taste.

" Let me taste... " You mumble in a haze of lust, your body lifting into a sitting position on the desk while fumbling forward. His other hand reaches up to guide the back of your head towards his throbbing member, a thumb moving to pull gently downward on your bottom lip.

" Open up, little dove... " Your mouth opens on his command, tongue darting out in readiness as his tip grazes along the hot wet flesh. He groans loudly with a tilt of his head, his other hand guiding his length to push past your swollen kissed lips.

" That's it.. take my cock ... "

You can feel your lips stretching around his flesh almost uncomfortably, brows knitting in concentration as you reach upward to hold onto his thighs for support. He has your hair in a vice grip with a twist of his wrist, your eyes flashing upward to gaze into his blown out pupils lovingly.

" Such a good girl, so open for me... "

He can't hold back another moan as it slides in deeper, your tongue resting against it's base while hollowing your cheeks in a suctioning motion. You are not unfamiliar with the act of sex, having had partners in the past for experience. But with him, you feel like a virgin, eager to please but fearful of his masculine nature. Though, you feel so good around his cock, like it was meant just for you, his thrusting beginning to quicken while he tightens his hold on your hair.

" Hollow your cheeks more - ... yes, like that ... fuck ... "

It was bizarre to hear such a word release from his usual professional demeanor, but it caused your heart to jump in excitement, your head bobbing in a faster pace while moaning around his thick wet member. You can feel he is losing more control, thighs trembling under your fingers, his chest rising and falling in a fast pace rhythm. Before you can even make another twist of your head, he removes you with a loud pop and a breathless sigh. Your lips are glistening from the act, spit trailing down your chin as he watches it fall onto the tip of your breast.

" Lay down.. "

Such a command was filled with deep desire, his voice slightly cracked as he pulls your waist towards his standing figure. You gasp in surprise from this action, head lifting to watch him fall downward between your open legs. Your stomach flips in anticipation as his hands part your thighs wider, hot breath tickling your soaked panties against your wanting cunt.

" Hannibal - .. " You arch your back to press against his ghosting mouth eagerly, his lips smiling against you before giving a wet open mouth kiss against the fabric. He's suckling enough to bring both your hidden flesh and the cotton in his mouth hotly, your core fluttering against him with a flaming ache. Small babbles escaping you as you hold onto his hair for dear life.

A finger moves the drenched fabric to the side to expose your eager folds, tongue lapping hungrily with a satisfied moan. It vibrates against you, nails digging harder into his scalp as you begin to pant like a bitch in heat. He's praising you while suckling and flicking his tongue, telling you how good of a girl you are for taking his mouth so desperately. You don't even register the first finger entering your hot core, sucking him in like a vacuum of lust. But he continues to thrust while caressing his tongue, adding another finger to the fray to find that sweet bundle of nerves hidden inside you.

You begin to see stars, your body contorting and shaking underneath him as you begin to feel your peak.

But no, he removes his fingers before you can finish your pleasure, a harsh whine escaping you. Something foreign is probing your entrance, something...cold, yet hard and firm. It almost feels familiar, your eyes looking downward with a confused glance.

Oh -... that's..

He's sliding your violin stick into your opening hole, a startled gasp emitting from you as you hold onto the desk with white knuckles. Hannibal pushes it in slowly, torturously, taking note of every facial expression you make before stopping to not go too far in.

" Good girl....that's it... " He praises softly, leaning up to kiss your temple in a false loving manner before beginning to thrust in and out. He's playing you, as if YOU were the violin you just played for him. It causes you to pant against his arm, his other hand moving downward to quickly rub against your swollen clit in rhythm. The stimulation and the thought is all too much, your body moving in time while strands of your hair stick to your forehead with sweat.

" I'm -... Hannibal ... "

He looks down at you with parted lips from his own arousal seeing you in such a debauched state, the violin stick thrusting in and out of you in a faster pace.

" Come for me.. Come ... "

It was all it took before you spasm with a sharp yell of ecstasy, your cunt clenching the stick and drenching it with your fluids. You're a sobbing mess, body trembling from the high as he removes the object in one swift motion. He cannot take it anymore, his lust on full over drive as he quickly positions his cock against your abused entrance.

With one fast thrust, he's inside you, stretching you to the fullest capacity. A strangled cry sounds from you, his fingers lifting one of your legs to drive deeper as he begins his assailant.

" Fuck - ... Still so tight, little dove... "

He's watching you with furrowed brows in concentration, your lashes wet from your sobs as you reached behind you to grab onto the desk's edge for support. The wood beneath you is creaking with each thrust, his own grunts following after which fill your ears with desire. Your eyes lock as he thrusts faster, faster, until you can feel your lithe body almost fall off the surface.

Hannibal is getting close, his fingers tightening on your thighs, creating crescent moons in it's wake from his blunt nails. Your toes are curling, hair cascading around you as you moan wantonly with each thrust. Seeing your heaving exposed chest with your dress still fastened on you made him lose his composure, a loud shout escaping from him as he made one final thrust into your core. You felt a heat radiate from within, a slight whimper escaping him as he leaned forward to breathe heavily from exhaustion.

You did not know this yet, or perhaps you did, but there was denial still creeping in the back of your head.

The free bird you once were, is now captured under the monster's grasp.

You were his... and his alone.

[k1ngl30n]

But the stains are black -- just like your soul You tried to cut them out but you get left there all alone...

Sorry, it's their song, guys. I don't make the rules but I bet you wish I did

(I talk in the tags so if you want more, keep reading, lmao)

[folie-a-deux]

A compilation of my favorite hannigram quotes, related lines or conversations throughout the series.

— Uhm... Just because?

S01E01: Apéritif

Hannibal: "God forbid we become friendly."

Will: "I don't find you that interesting."

Hannibal: "You will."

S01E04: Oeuf

Hannibal: "Feeling paternal, Will?"

Will: "Aren't you?"

Hannibal: "Yes."

S01E09: Trou Normand

Hannibal (to Will): "Who knows Abigail better than you and I? All the burden she bears. We are her fathers now. We have to serve her better than Garrett Jacob Hobbs."

S02E01: Kaiseki

Hannibal: "I miss him."

Bedelia: "You are obsessed with Will Graham."

Hannibal: "I am intrigued."

Bedelia: "Obsessively."

S02E09: Shiizakana

Hannibal (to Will): "No one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them. By that love we see potential in our beloved. Through that love, we allow our beloved to see their potential. Expressing that love, our beloved’s potential comes true. I love you, Will."

S02E10: Naka-Choko

Hannibal: "Stay with me."

Will: "Where else would I go?"

–/–

Alana: "It's just hard to know where you are with each other."

Will: "We know where we are with each other. Shouldn't that be enough?"

S02E12: Tome-wan

Will (to Hannibal): "You're right. We are just alike. You're as alone as I am. And we're both alone without each other."

–/–

Will (to Hannibal): "I bond with Abigail, you take her away. I bond with barely more than the idea of a child, you take it away. You saw to it that I alienated Alana, alienated Jack. You don't want me to have anything in my life that isn't you."

-/-

Hannibal: "Achilles lamenting the death of Patroclus. Whenever he's mentioned in the Iliad, Patroclus seems to be defined by his empathy."

Will: "He became Achilles on the field of war. He died for him there, wearing his armor."

Hannibal: "He did. Hiding and revealing identity is a constant theme throughout the Greek epics."

Will: "As are battle-tested friendships."

Hannibal: "Achilles wished all Greeks would die, so that he and Patroclus could conquer Troy alone. Took divine intervention to bring them down."

S02E13: Mizumono

Hannibal: "We could disappear now. Tonight. Feed your dogs, leave a note for Alana, and never see her or Jack again. Almost polite."

Will: "Then this would be our last supper."

Hannibal: "Of this life. I served lamb."

Will: "Sacrificial."

Hannibal: "I don't need a sacrifice, do you?"

–/–

Will: "You were supposed to leave."

Hannibal: "We couldn't leave without you."

...

Hannibal: "Time did reverse. The teacup that I shattered did come together. A place was made for Abigail in your world... You understand? A place was made for all of us, together. I wanted to surprise you. And you... you wanted to surprise me. I let you know me. See me. I gave you a rare gift. But you didn't want it."

Will: "Didn't I?"

...

Hannibal: "Do you believe you could change me, the way I've changed you?"

Will: "I already did."

Hannibal: "Fate and circumstance has returned us to this moment— when the teacup shatters. I forgive you, Will. Will you forgive me?"

S03E02: Primavera

Will: "A valentine written on a broken man."

–/–

Will: "I do feel closer to Hannibal here. God only knows where I'd be without him."

Abigail: "What did you see?"

Will: "He left us his broken heart."

Abigail: "How did he know we were here?"

Will: "He didn't. But he knew we'd come."

Abigail: "He misses us."

S03E03: Secondo

Hannibal: "He said he forgave me."

...

Bedelia: "Betrayal and forgiveness are best seen as something akin to falling in love."

Hannibal: "You cannot control with respect to whom you fall in love."

–/–

Chiyoh: "How do you know Hannibal?"

Will: "One could argue intimately."

Chiyoh: "'Nakama'? It's a Japanese word for very close friends."

Will: "Yes, we were 'nakama'."

–/–

Chiyoh: "Why are you looking for him after he left you with a smile?"

Will: "I've never known myself as well as I know myself when I'm with him."

–/–

Jack: “Will Graham understands Hannibal. He accepts him. Now, who among us doesn’t want understanding and acceptance?”

–/-

Bedelia: “What your sister made you feel was beyond your conscious ability to control or predict."

Hannibal: "Or negotiate."

Bedelia: "I would suggest what Will Graham makes you feel is not dissimilar. A force of mind and circumstance.”

Hannibal: “Love. He pays you a visit or he doesn't.”

S03E04: Aperitivo

Jack: "You remember when you decided to call Hannibal?"

Will: "I wasn't decided when I called him. I just called him. I deliberated while the phone rang. I decided when I heard his voice."

Jack: "You told him we knew."

Will: "I told him to leave. 'Cause I wanted him to run."

Jack: "Why?"

Will: "Because... because he was my friend. And because I wanted to run away with him."

–/–

Dr. Chilton: "Will Graham is alive because Hannibal Lecter likes him that way."

Jack: "Maybe it's one of those friendships that ends after the disemboweling."

Dr. Chilton: "I would argue, with these two, that's tantamount to flirtation."

S03E06: Dolce

Jack: "Hannibal will slip away. Will you slip away with him?"

Will: "Part of me will always want to."

–/–

Hannibal: "If I saw you everyday, forever, Will, I would remember this time."

Will: "Strange seeing you here in front of me. Been staring at afterimages of you in places you haven't been in years."

...

Will: "I wanted to understand you... before I laid eyes on you again. I needed it to be... clear. What I was seeing."

Hannibal: "Where does the difference between the past and the future come from?"

Will: "Mine?"... "Before you and after you."

...

Will: "You and I... have begun to blur."

Hannibal: "Isn't that how you found me?"

Will: "Every crime of yours, feels like one I'm guilty of. Not just Abigail's murder, every murder. Stretching backward and forward in time."

Hannibal: "Freeing yourself from me and me freeing myself from you. They're the same."

Will: "We're conjoined. I'm curious whether either of us can survive separation."

–/–

Hannibal: "I would've liked to show you Florence, Will."

S03E07: Digestivo

Hannibal: "Do we talk about teacups and time, and the rules of the disorder?"

Will: "The teacup's broken. It's never gonna gather itself back together again."

Hannibal: "Not even in your mind?"... "Your memory palace is building, it's full of new things. It shares some rooms with my own. I've discovered you there, victorious."

Will: "When it comes to you and me, there can be no decisive victory."

Hannibal: "We are a zero-sum game?"

Will: "I miss my dogs. I'm not going to miss you. I'm not going to find you. I'm not going to look for you. I don't want to know where you are or what you do. I don't want to think about you anymore."

Hannibal: "You delight in wickedness and then berate yourself for the delight."

Will: "You delight. I tolerate... I don't have your appetite."

Will: "Goodbye, Hannibal."

–/–

Hannibal (to Will): "I want you to know exactly where I am, or where you can always find me."

S03E09: ...and the Woman Clothed with the Sun

Hannibal: "Is there a child in your life, Will? I gave you a child, if you recall."

–/–

Will: "You called us "murder husbands.""

Freddie Lounds: "You did run off to Europe together."

S03E10: ...and the Woman Clothed in Sun

Bedelia: "Have you been to see him?"

Will: "Yes."

Bedelia: "You haven't learned your lesson have you? Or did you just miss him that much?"

–/–

Bedelia (to Will): "My relationship with Hannibal isn't as passionate as yours. You are here visiting an old flame. Is your wife aware how intimately you and Hannibal know each other?"

S03E11: ...and the Beast from the Sea

Will (to Hannibal): "I'm not fortune's fool. I'm yours."

S03E12: The Number of the Beast is 666

Will: "Is Hannibal... in love with me?"

Bedelia: "Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you and find nourishment at the very sight of you?... Yes. But do you ache for him?"

S03E13: The Wrath of the Lamb

Hannibal: "When life becomes maddeningly polite, think about me. Think about me, Will. Don't worry about me."

–/–

Will: "I knew you wanted me to know exactly where I could find you when I needed to."

Hannibal: "And you did."

Will: "I need you Hannibal." ... "Please."

–/–

Will: "It really does look black in the moonlight."

Hannibal: "See? This is all I ever wanted for you, Will. For both of us."

Will: "It's beautiful."

[crispyliza]

Have you guys ever been in a fandom where the majority of its fanfiction was really high-quality? If so, tell me which fandom it is in the tags. For me it's the Witcher.

[menciemeer]

Sometimes I think about Louise Hobbs for too long and start going a little crazy.

Garret Jacob gets all the attention on the show. Abigail gets it from fandom. The absence of Louise is almost invisible. She’s not there. We don’t think about her.

We don’t think about her, of course, because she’s not in canon in the first place. She has no lines. Her name is not mentioned in dialogue. She only barely appears on camera.

Here is Louise Hobbs alive and well. Striking about this bit, once I was looking at it: she doesn’t look towards the camera, she doesn’t look towards her family members, and her family doesn’t look towards her. They move around one another and don’t directly interact. Look at it: Abigail and Garret Jacob Hobbs are communicating, here, in a way that she’s entirely cut off from.

(And, ok, listen, I’ve gotta sidebar. Even before Abigail actually picks up the phone, GJH is keeping track of where she goes. There are no clear frames of this tiny interaction, but look:

he’s keeping tabs on her. The minute she moves, he’s checking over his shoulder to see what she’s up to. By contrast, he doesn’t look at his wife even once.)

(One other thing about this tiny little scene of them playing house. GJH has absolutely no chill. He is tense and intense even before he gets on the phone. It’s not really possible to tell what Abigail is thinking through all of this--we know from later that she’s a pretty good liar--but Garret Jacob Hobbs is not subtle. He’s jumpy as fuck, and he’s probably that way all the time.)

Continuing.

The next time we see Lousie, she’s being shoved out the front door. Think about that. GJH didn’t kill her immediately. He’s not interested in seeing her dead. He’s using her to buy time in the kitchen with Abigail because he knows he doesn’t have any left.

The way I remembered Louise dying was with a cut to her throat, but look at it. She’s got wounds on her arms, on her torso. He wasn’t careful, or quick. He didn’t hold out his hand to her and ask her to come closer. He attacked her, shoved her out the door, and slammed it behind her.

That is the end of Louise Hobbs.

Hobbs family dynamics just. Absolutely fascinate me. (Too much.) I so desperately want to know what it was like to be Louise Hobbs. I want to know how much she knew, how much she suspected, and how much she refused to let herself understand. She’s the cannibal the show cares about the least. She’s the one who dies so that someone else can have a little more time.

The show constantly returns to the idea of murder as a way to break or make families. Besides the Hobbs family, there’s the children and foster mother from Oeuf, Gideon killing his wife in backstory, Lawrence Wells who killed his own son, Margot and Mason, and of course Dolarhyde’s obsession with killing families together. Louise Hobbs’s is a murder to break a family. She is, very literally, cast out.

We do see her one last time:

It’s interesting that, when Abigail sees this, Alana is the one who becomes her mother. Whatever you want to say about the long-term feasibility of the Murder Family, it’s indisputable that Hannibal was never interested in planning a future with Alana. She’s there nearly by accident. Holding a place meant for Will. She is not part of the plan.

If Abigail mourns for Louise, she does it off-screen. We see flashbacks to her interactions with Garret Jacob, but, after this, Louise never returns. We’re left to wonder, or to forget, all on our own.

[the-casbah-way]

clothing sizes do feel really dumb at times because like i’m technically very skinny but i carry all my weight on my tummy so if i want a non-tailored three piece suit i have to get the smallest size otherwise the pants and jacket will be far too big but if i wear the smallest size waistcoat i will literally not be able to get it buttoned so i have to buy every piece separately which is not only more expensive usually but also some stores don’t do each piece separately so fuck me i guess

[thevampirearchive]

There’s something I've been meaning to say but I haven't had the words till now. There is something that deeply upsets me about witnessing stories where villains, who are literal killers, fall in love and somehow become good or act outside of what is expected from them. I love love, love is beautfiul, it is powerful and it can truly change a lot. But to sit, and write a killer suddenly go "actually, this one can stay because I am in love for the first time" is such a weird concept to me. Is this happening because as a sociaty we're trying to convince ourselves that deeply disturbed people can be cured by the power of love? That if they just find the right person, they would stop the masacer? or at least no longer feel the need to kill how they were or at least let their person live? And I am not mad at the love, I do belive anyone can fall deeply in love, but my issue is with how it ends. I want to witness the unthinkable — I want to see is exactly what we expect but hoped won't happen, happening. A gut wrenching truth that stays true to who we have been witnessing, despite the "I can change them" dance. And perhaps people hate this idea because they want to belive that anyone can change if only they meet the right one, or that we can change the monsters in our lives with affection, but trust most likly is that they cannot be changed. And I can understand that to some this is then seen as an illusion. "oh then this was never true love", why can the two not exist? Do we not hurt those we love? Maybe not kill them, but someone elses hurt could feel like a small death to me, and vice versa.

Examples, so that you are not confused as to what I am reffering too;

Killing Eve; I stopped watching when Villanelle was shown shooting Eve. It felt true to her character, even if it hurt. She is a killer, we knew that and so did Eve. Regardless of her love, that was what was always going to happen so why were we given additional seaons of this fanatsy of a declawed Villanelle?

Hannibal; It should have ended with the death of Will, and possibly Hannibal consuming him. Didn't Hannibal say that the consumption of Will would somehow join them in a deeper way?Something so disturbing that only could make sense to a serial killing-cannibal. And I would have watched with wide eyes, and gone to sleep staring at the ceiling.

Interveiw With The Vampire; Louis' death in the hand of a Lestat would have made sense, and despite his dramatics, Lestat would have not committed suicide but instead burried himself in deep regret untill he was too numb to his own feelings that he could return to the world of the living. He would have never forgotten Louis, nor what he did, but he would have moved on beause Lestat is not a good person. He's deeply disturbed and Louis knew this. I don't even aknoclege that beatdown episode because Lestat may be a killer, but he's a drama queen first and formost. Louis' death would have been poetic, beautiful and grusom like a greek tragedy without an audiance.

Bonus - Twilight; I could not end without adding my own favorite, and despite this path never being teased to the audiance the same way the other's were, I would have loved the book simply ending because Edward did as he said he would - drained Bella like a Caprisun on a hot summer day. Because what is love agaisnt animalistic urgase (I understand why it is much hotter that he is simply so retsrained and devoted that he resists her, but I'd pay good money for an AU)

At the end of it all, I think want I want is for sociaty to get over the idea that a good woman, love or any form of kindness can change who some people are. Love can do many things - look at crimes of passion! And to some extend I belive that these villain's love were true, possibly not the way we imagine them - which is less so "I love you too" and more so, "wow, finally someone I can manipulate and obsess over. Someone who I can mold, someone who is alone in the world like me" only to realize that is not true.

So why do we make love into what it isnt? Even when the scene is set for us to be shown the truth, writers and the audiance always make the plot lean towards whatever fits so that we can have that "happy ending".

Honorable mentions;

God should have killed Lucifer, I know the bible and christianity is not technically fiction for all, but the idea that he is forgivin but lets the biggest meanness HE CREATED terrorize everybody is evil. Take him out or let somebody else do it homie.

[brucequeensteen]

character wrapped 2023 💥

tagged by @davidtennantpussytulpa ^-^ i didn't know how many to do so i copied tara and did top 10. i know the severance guys are Four Of Them but i can't separate them theyre all equally important to me

will graham (hannibal), em haywood (nope), aziraphale (good omens), mark & dylan & helly & irving (severance), hawkeye pierce (mash), martha jones (doctor who), ivan karamazov (the brothers karamazov), kim kitsuragi (disco elysium), stewy hosseini (succession), ruescott melshi (andor/rogue one)

i will tag... @fagician @britomart @libraryfag @roadwhores @majorbaby @globuspolski @hadleyfraserfaggot @tenderscience if u want to ^-^

[love-songs-for-emma]

am i going to single-handedly create a fandom about jay holt from the video game "as dusk falls"? i just fuckin might

[sleepy-stitches]

oh well. play the tiles that im given

[fauvester]

iskra can dunk on her father for sleeping with his therapist all she likes. she MARRIED hers

[girlscience]

I Like the murder and the stabbing and the anger and the eating people and the blood and guts and gore and the stalking and the hunting people and the war and the skirmishing and the personal feuds and the hatred and the manipulation and the brawling and the beating the shit out of people and the lying and the surgical torture and the wounds and the shooting and the military tactics and the rage and the paranoia and the cold calculation and the displaying dead bodies and the murder as art and the twisted morality and the decent into evil and the god complex and the scheming and the axes and knives and swords and fists and nails and teeth.... but like, it's HAPPENING. and my brain never really put two and two together somehow, but now it has and I can't ignore it and I feel bad, but I still like these things and I don't know what I would be like or what I would like if I didn't.

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

The game of duck duck goose is simple. You gather acquaintances together in a circle and go around, tapping each of them and calling them a plain old duck, until eventually you decide on a successor. You tap this person and call them a goose, then run to escape them and eventually take their place in the circle. Tell me Will, if I dubbed you my (mon)goose would you chase after me, even if I came back to where it all started?