#also Hannibal and Will coded

[skullbowz]

Dear Lord, Let Me Never Be Digestable.

Eyeless Jack and Mitch Harlan (og eyeless Jack protagonist) one-shot blurb thing.

Cryptic!eyeless Jack (it/its user.)

“Mitch was EJ’s victim & killed his brother”shhh they are besties now and Jack lives rent free w him 🫵🫵

Only content warning is cannibalism n stuff

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“Jack, is this really necessary?” The sleepy blonde yawned. The night tyrant could only nod eagerly in response to him and plopped down a medium-sized cardboard box in front of Mitch.

Mitch had to put up with the creature's bullshit for several years now and wasn’t too sure how he did it either. It was like taking care of a dog. And Mitch never liked having pets because he could hardly take care of himself, let alone something completely out of this world! It didn’t help that Jack had the audacity to bring back strays. STRAYS!! As if Mitch didn’t consider it a stray itself!! Though he still somewhat cared for EJ.

Through the course of the three years, he had to unfortunately know of the unearthly being; he lost his brother (to Jack) and that house as well. It doesn’t help that before he moved in with Edwin his house was foreclosed. And of course, he refuses to live with his parents; he ends up in some shitty run-down apartment with some screamo-obsessed ripoff emo Rake. He had to be lying if he said it was totally bad being with Jack though, it could be silly and enjoyable at times actually! Sometimes he felt like the two together were in an Eddie and Venom situation. . minus the M!preg stuff and yeah! (I’m so sorry for the reference 😭)

Speaking of the man-eating boogeyman—Mitch never knew what he’d wake up to or what surprise awaited him when he entered his apartment. Once Jack started making itself way too comfortable in Mitch’s personal space, the man in question barely got a lick of sleep. Tonight was no exception either. It was the night of Christmas Eve before Christmas Day and Mitch was celebrating by sleeping in. Something that was so rare since work and Jack were always up his ass. He didn’t bother with all the Christmas stuff; He’d rather get stoned and pass out watching some shitty 80s movie. Not this year though, Jack had other plans.

Jack had been gathering some Christmas decor from some of its victims' houses for the past two weeks! Which explained the box thing. Inside, the decorations varied from Christmas lights, Christmas tree ornaments, a mini Christmas tree you’d find at the dollar store, and some other jolly knick-knacks. It came down to presenting the box to Mitch at 11:39 pm because it just loves fucking up his favorite person’s sleep schedule.

It did take a while to drag Mitch Harlan out of bed, and while he wasn’t too happy about being awake for something so silly, Jack wasn’t taking no for an answer. How Jolly could a monster possibly be? Mitch mentally complained.

The answer was somewhat jolly. Jack watched with anticipation as Mitch pulled out each separate trinket from the box and laid them on the kitchen counter. The male gave Jack a questionable look but sighed. Which was Mitch’s way of saying fine

Jack couldn’t help but grab all the stuff it wanted to set up and get it set up — frankly, it left Mitch with the hardest decor to put up. Jack grabbed the mini tree and the ornaments for it and scurried off to find a placement holder for it. Jack ended up choosing to prop it on a shelf in the living room.

Jack was too ecstatic setting up the small white tree. It was funny. Who knew such a large being could care about something so small? Which would’ve weirded out of any normal person. The tree looked even more ridiculously small when Jack (who was hardly standing) had an abnormal structure and height. It was a funny sight to foresee.

The maneater was taking extra precautions and care to make sure all the fake white bristle branches were perfectly angled before sliding on the ornaments. It varied in colors mostly consisting of red and green! Mitch on the other hand was struggling to hang up the Christmas lights throughout the apartment, he was an averagely heightened man but he still needed a stool or chair to reach the ceiling. This was obviously Jack’s job but it was rather occupied with the childish-looking decor. Jack couldn’t even stand straight in the apartment that’s how fucking lengthy it is. But of course, it only cared for what it was interested in.

“A little help over here?” Mitch strained. He turned his head a bit to try and see if Jack was even bothering to pay attention to him, and he caught wind of Jack shaking its head. Mitch let out an annoyed huff.

“I’ll let you pick the movie for tonight if you help!” Mitch offered, and seconds later the lanky monster came right over and took over the lighting. The pale man was pleased he was able to persuade Jack into doing something he wanted for once and went back to the kitchen to see what else Jack gathered for tonight. It was just some little decorative toys like a snow globe, Christmas-colored deer, a door reef, and some other things that seemed too boring for Mitch to bother with - what he found interesting though was the elf on the shelf that looked like the elegy of emptiness? Strange.. But the Blonde shrugged it off. He ended up placing the elf on the shelf next to the Christmas tree that was also sitting on the shelf. It surprised Mitch how it didn’t tip and fall over, the tree to be exact.

Not even 30 minutes later Jack and Mitch were done. Mitch was hardly feeling any more awake than he was just 40 minutes ago and exhaustedly flopped down on the brown cushioned couch. He squinted a bit when Jack turned on the bright LEDs. White, red, and green lights lit up the dark apartment.

Jack happily came trotting over with its Invader Zim blanket Mitch once had very begrudgingly bought for it. And snacks of course- two containers containing pre-cut mangoes and pickled eyeballs. It happily set those on the brown coffee table.

“Delicious,” the man sarcastically grumbled. A year and a half ago Mitch tried figuring out what Jack would eat that was besides human organs n shit since back then they sickened him more then now. Jack refused to try and digest anything besides Mangoes. Unfortunately for Mitch, Mangoes aren’t cheap and constantly leave his pockets hurting. In the end Jack still doesn’t let its love for human organs go.

Mitch zoned back into his and Jack’s world when the couch sunk in and the said creature already had the remote in hand, curled up in the surprisingly large cartoonish blanket. Fortunately for Mitch, Jack ended up picking Krampus which wasn’t too bad of a movie. Of course the blue masked-faced whatever tyrant paired up the horror film with some classic Christmas music that was only slightly audible; You just gotta love the overstimulation!

Jack happily scarfed down all its mangoes and pickled eyeballs in the first 30 minutes of Krampus. If any other normal civilian witnessed Jack devouring whatever it is it consumed, they puked and fainted all over!

Funny enough, Jack once urged him to even try cannibalism! and with some encouragement, Mitch eventually caved he was rather curious himself and

ended up eating cooked organs. You would’ve expected a bad reaction from him but honestly? He didn’t think human meat tasted too bad. He enjoyed it a bit more than he should have - and that didn’t end up being the last time he ate other humans too. Maybe Jack has managed to fuck up his influence quite a bit.

Eventually, Mitch did end up passing the fuck out sometime during the first hour of the film, waking up wasn’t the funnest experience. His back was stiff and his neck ached due to the uncomfortable position he slept in, not to mention Jack’s heavy ass was lying on top of him. Mitch couldn’t help but groan miserably.

Hey- When did the elegy-looking elf move to the coffee table???

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This is so awfully written im so sorry </33

[cthulhum]

does anyone realize how crazy it is to have the actor of a mostly headcanoned queer ship say the fans were never crazy and they were right all along after 10+ years of everyone just absolutely going nuts over the said queerbaited ship

[hannibalhadalittlelamb]

so we hid there in the garden// fruit was dripping down our chins

[bubblegumb1tch111]

I'm glad I was finally able to let go of my obsession with that yaoi couple who were doomed to die tog-

IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN?!!!!!!

[devotionconsumed]

my favorite dynamic is girl who is a murderer and unhinged with her twink pretty boy bf

[tboynightmare]

will graham is walking talking proof that sometimes the only rizz you need is having big babydoll eyes and an odd demeanor

[hotheist]

"I want a puppy boyfriend-"

WHICH TYPE ?

Is it :

A. Golden retriever boyfriend who follows you around, lay on your lap, and is up way too early to be reasonable

or

B. Kicked puppy boyfriend, the pathetic type who looks up at you with tears filled eyes, holds onto your sleeves in public, and WHIMPER

Which one is it ???

[autumn-outside-the-postoffice]

I love it when a character is gay, but in a cryptic and unsettling sort of way

[gomzdrawfr]

went on magma with friend and did some Hannibal

and uhm uh hm huhm yeah-

[nathansjosten]

Hannibal – season 2

[hannibal-is-my-comfort-show]

[sleepclaus]

Damn noticed a pattern for my comfort shows: I'm a sucker for the scenes with a focus on hands lmfaoo

Am I gay for the straight yuri/bisexual homies doomed by their narratives ?? Do I combust every time I see their respective shows show-not-tell they love each other w fucking good cinematography??? Yes and yes

(Creds to @boy-wonderoncologist for the Hilson handholding photoset ur post ignited a lightbulb in me, hope ur having a good one 🫡)

[devilsskettle]

actually it does kind of bother me that people don’t want to talk about how margot verger is a poorly written/poorly adapted lesbian character because we want to like her so bad given her sympathetic circumstances and tentatively happy ending/happy marriage. also because it’s hard to parse if she’s a more or less offensive depiction of a lesbian in the book because she’s a “stereotype” (butch) and it’s implied that she’s only a lesbian because of abuse at the hands of her brother (not an implication they reverse in the show necessarily) and because the writing is both a product of its time (the 90s) by a writer who has previously written transphobic/homophobic tropes (see: the silence of the lambs, which the show does not adapt, which i think was a smart move tbh). but low key wouldn’t it have been cool to have a butch lesbian get a (tentatively!) happy ending in a mainstream horror tv series

[authorafterhours]

"I scare myself," by Beth Crowley is so Hannibal coded.

[zekethejaeger]

help I love price and zeller so much they’re so bickering married couple coded I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM!!! and hannigram too ig.

[void-bitten-ghost]

I want my hands inside you (academically)