#cannibals want me fish fear me

[youdelight-itolerate]

[fright-designs]

slap this bad boy on your vehicle or something maybe 🎣

[cannibalovers]

I just personally think that Will has a collection of hats like these for any situation ever just hidden away somewhere

[hellonoblesky]

I burned my fuckigng scalp ow ow ow

[bidamonalbarn]

Archie , do you wear hats?

this feels like a will you wear wigs question.. I do wear hats tho. I wear a cap most days

[graciereadshannigram]

so which one of you fellow fannibals ran up to me at pride, yelled how much you loved my "cannibals want me, fish fear me" cap, and then just ran away before we could be friends?????

[navstuffs]

Imperfect

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader

Summary: You call your boyfriend to warn him you are being followed. When Gojo arrives, it is already too late.

Warning Tags: +18 (MINORS DNI), GORE!!!!!, cannibalism!!!, brief mention of sexual assault, short fic with horror elements.

Author's Notes: let's welcome Gojo-san into the midst of my halloween event. honestly, i love how short and effective this is. please, PLEASE pay attention to my tags since i didn't want to spoil my story too much. enjoy your reading!!

my halloween's masterlist

Some consider you the luckiest human being alive for dating Gojo Satoru. Others may wonder why you decided to date him in the first place. Dating the strongest sorcerer alive didn't frighten you or this whole new universe with curses and cursed spirits. You had always been considered peculiar anyway, out of the curve, so what was one thing more to add to your weirdness?

Satoru told you how powerful he was. No, not as a warning, more like someone declares they are Virgo or Aries or prefer fish instead of chicken. It was a fact: nobody else in this world was stronger than Gojo Satoru.

And sure enough, you could feel it. Small and low, but still there to remind you that Satoru hid a tremendous power inside of him that you weren't sure you would understand. Or cared. But most of the time, Satoru is chill, especially since you feed him into his sugar tooth and his need to be loved and cherished. And he spoiled you enough, so where was the problem?

Before, you thought dating someone so powerful could bring some unexpected dangers, but Satoru stated with confidence that no one would be crazy enough to hurt you, period. There was no discussion about that. Not one single moment you felt afraid anyway; Gojo Satoru would burn the entire world for you. He wouldn't stop until he exorcized every single one of them if a single strand of your hair was found out of place.

It was easy dating him, sharing your feelings and fears. Satoru always wanted to be the center of your attention: he was needy but had enough love to give you back (with some constant reminders of how lucky you were for dating him). Satoru was never disgusted: he embraced any of your weirdness and respected all of you, which delighted you and made you fall in love more and more.

But (because there is always a "but" and nothing can be flawless all the time) you never revealed to him your secret: Gojo Satoru is too perfect already. He accepts all of you, imperfect as you are; you are just too afraid he would never understand what you truly were.

It is on the night that you get followed that your secret spills out.

Satoru is on the other side of the country, exorcizing an "easy" curse (brutal for everyone else), and his phone has had no signal since he got there. Gojo complains to the curse that he can't say goodnight to you before slaying it. Finally, as he gets to the most elevated part of town, he is bombarded by messages from you begging for help. 

"Satoru, I am being followed!"

"Please, please!" 

"I am scared!"

You had sent your location to be found more easily; Gojo didn't waste time teleporting back to Tokyo. There is a certain coldness in his veins, his mind frantic as he floats above the place you sent, his blue eyes frantically searching your last known location. Satoru has one mission, and it is to find you.

He notices the amount of blood first in a dark alley. Satoru is there in the blink of an eye, his bandana still down, his eyes scanning the situation. There is so much blood splattered on the walls on the floor. It's too much to be from a single human being. There are guts, a half-eaten leg, and a scalp with short dark hair, masculine. Satoru can feel a twisted smile growing on his face. That's when he hears a weak "help me" behind the corner.

When Satoru turns around, he freezes for a second on his own Satoru time. There you are, alive. Alive with your mouth eating a man's stomach, not even raising your head to acknowledge Satoru's presence. He waits, keeping his distance, as you continue munching on the man's open belly. He seems to ask Satoru for help with his eyes, but the strongest sorcerer watches the scene with a tiny smile. He places his bandana back on his eyes, seeing more body parts behind you. Satoru presumed it was at least three attackers. 

Satoru calls your name softly. Your head snaps in his direction, and Satoru has a vision of your glory: dark pupil eyes, mouth full of blood, dirty claws instead of nails. The same ones you used to cut this guy open. There was nothing human about you then, but Satoru still found you the prettiest thing he had ever seen. You seem to snarl in his direction, warning Satoru to back away while he continues smiling, content. As if he couldn't love you more. As if seeing the prettiest thing in his life, admiring it as a valuable artwork in a museum.

Your attention is back to the man who looks pretty close to death as you finish eating him, the sounds of bones breaking. When there is nothing else to eat, you sniff the air, looking at Satoru, tense. 

You seem to slowly return to your usual self, realizing what you have done in front of your perfect boyfriend. He has finally seen your secret and the mess you are: eating human parts as the damned animal you are. 

Satoru gets up, slowly walking towards you, and thankfully, you don't move away. You seem to recognize him, your lips still showing your teeth as a sign of defense, but Satoru isn't afraid. Even if you could pass through Mugen, you would never hurt him. He would bet his Six Eyes on that.

Gojo squats in front of you, placing his hands on your face. You don't try to get away, but your eyes demonstrate fear and some doubt.

"It is me. Just me. Come back to me now. Come on." Your eyes come back to your usual color as you listen to Satoru. 

"Satoru?" Your voice is weak, and Gojo brings you to his chest. He doesn't seem to care you are getting his immaculate clothes dirty. "I tri-tried to call you…"

"It is okay. I am sure this isn't your fault."

"I am sorry you had to discover like this. They followed me! I begged them to leave me alone, but they continued following me. Until one tackled me and tried to place his hand inside my, my…"

"Shhhhh, it is okay now. I am glad you did it." 

Satoru and you continue into that embrace until your shivers are gone. You are surprised, though thankful for Satoru. For understanding your other side that sometimes comes out and requires human meat. You control it the best you can, having raw meat when the urgencies got too strong, though everything fell apart when three men decided to attack you.

You didn't have a choice, begging them to stay away, calling Satoru to help you, even if it meant him discovering your secret.

You only reserved for people you consider genuinely evil, people who tried to harm you or others. You thought Satoru would give up on you after seeing what you actually were, but he seems to admire the fact you even tried to control. 

"I will have someone clean this. Come on, let's go home and get you clean."

"You are not upset with me?"

"With the fact that you can take care of yourself? I'm proud. Come on." 

Satoru helps you get up. You slowly walk away without looking backward, feeling calmer since you know now Gojo Satoru would love you no matter what. 

taglist: @scar-crossedlvrs, @roseglazedlens. if you want to be tagged into my halloween event, please let me know!

[chuckeroo777]

Dungeon Meshi Volume 5 Part 2

Continuing from chapter 33!

This seems out of continuity. Why is Falin an adult, but ambrosia is still incomplete? Regardless, a blessed image.

Did you know Marcille is 50 years old? Somehow, this information makes me more confused as to her relative age.

I don't know how to feel about the fact that they can express emotions like that. Also, why so sexy? Mimicry isn't exactly their MO.

I mean, if fish-men were a gray area despite being fish, than surely a plant is fine. That's not even close.

I love how the male dryads are feminine and the female dryads are masculine, purely so Kui could put silly man faces on the fruit.

See? Laios has standards. He (almost) draws the line at eating babies.

Depending on the spear, it can be a makeshift chopper. Or just grab a halberd and split the difference.

Gotta love how the moment Marcille acquiesces to semi-cannibalism, she discovers her new favorite dungeon food.

Technically it works. Those two are young adults, and you two... are not.

An important image.

Daw, it's the same spell Marcille showed her back in the day.

I know I've said I head-canon Laios as aroace, but I would find it really funny if he was aroace, but really had a thing for ears for some reason. He even mentioned elf ears when backpedaling with Zon.

She's beauty, she's grace, she will punch you in the face.

Look Marcille, if you had met Asivia, you'd probably agree.

Don't worry, it's cool. You can just draw as much power as you want, and nothing lives there to yell at you. Probably.

You know you're in some shit when the boss comes with a dark souls style title card.

Don't worry, he'll always be with you in spirit.

An important panel.

As seen in that one Izutsumi extra, Senshi's greatest fear is getting crushed by a pickling weight.

What are they doing? Their best.

Clearly, if you use a different weight, it won't work.

Which of these idiots came up with "Big Ears". Also, you can tell Laios respects him the most since he settles for just a lil' poke.

Hm... I noticed one in the grave yard but didn't think much of it. But here is another winged lion statue with horns. Eh, I'm sure it's nothing.

You know how it is. You get called cute once, and suddenly it's your favorite outfit.

Wait, it took them a whole week to catch up with the Touden party?

I was going to complain more, but this is actually pretty interesting.

One day, you too could generate the gametes to make an idiot like Laios.

Look on the bright side! With all your practical experience, you could write the new definitive guide!

Just imagine how many frog suits you could buy with that sort of money.

And another volume is complete! See you guys next time for volume 6!

(Also, I apologize for making an inaccurate joke in my chapter 0 post. Izutsumi arrives in chapter 40, not 42. I hope you can forgive this error.)

[phanfictioncatalogue]

DanAndPhilCrafts 2024 Masterlist

awake and unafraid, asleep or dead? (ao3) - vvuptic

Summary: Phil wants to take it all back. But he can't.

Or, the inner workings of Phil's mind during the filming of Potato Prints.

title: famous last words by my chemical romance

Conversations of Cannibals (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Inspired by the new DanAndPhilCRAFTS video - some conversations about cannibalism between Dan and Phil.

creativity is nothing without friendship (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan has made Phil a promise and he is eager to prove his devotion. He will carve out Phil's heart and sacrifice him.

But he is also going to make sure that he comes back.

Following canon of DanAndPhilCRAFTS - Slime

do it without hesitation (ao3) - Wraithpinned

Summary: While Phil’s entire adult life was devoted to Him, Dan’s entire adult life was devoted to Phil.

--

Dan grapples with what Phil is asking him to do

euphoric in some strange delight (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: “Your turn,” says Phil, in a part they’ll have to cut out. “What do you mean?”

Phil hands Dan the blade, silver and sharp and bought in a neat set along with one for bread, one for vegetables, one for fish. Phil wouldn’t know this.

“I don’t want it to be me this time.”

finding beauty in the dissonance (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan ripping out Phil's heart for a santanic ritual sorry this is really short idk how to summarize it lol

Based off of DanAndPhilCRAFTS - Slime

UNEDITED CHAOS

hangman (answer me now) (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: How did you get used to the haunting?

Hell's Waiting Room (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Based on the 1733rd danandphilCRAFTS video.

i do not fear bloodshed (if the slayer is you) (ao3) - emsinof

Summary: a poem inspired by the events that took place in the most recent danandphilcrafts video.

Just the Beginning (ao3) - NotAHappyPancake

Summary: Once upon a time, there were these two guys called Dan and Phil, who met on the internet and created this entire world. And now it's time to end it. It's time to start over.

make a pact to each other (got when no one's around) (ao3) - philsbisexuallion (bisexual_lightning)

Summary: There's not much time left. He has to finish what he— no, what they started. That’s why they came to this place.

Never Be Safe in Crafting! (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: It happened again, but Phil can fix it, because Phil can fix everything. Dan just needs to follow the directions.

ominous (ao3) - TsingaDark

Summary: It starts on a Sunday, of all things. Nothing should start on a Sunday, frankly; it’s the one day where one is allowed to fully relax and lie around the whole day. Sunday is not a day to start new projects or change your life, it’s a day of peace and calm. Therefore, Phil notices much quicker than he usually would have that something is wrong.

Sacrifice (painted in the red from our hearts) (ao3) - Lesbianphan

Summary: "There's no fear in my lover's eyes, only trust in Him. Trust in me. I know what I must do: the ultimate sacrifice for Him. I must give Him what I hold most dear, the one thing I'd never part from. I must hold Philip's heart in my hands and offer Him what my lover willingly gave to me all these years ago.

If I love Him enough, my lover will come back to me. Reborn."

a.k.a the dark and raw 'DanandPhilCRAFTS - Slime' fic I was always meant to write.

surely the second coming is at hand (ao3) - ivylakes

Summary: From darkness they came, and to darkness they must return. And Dan is ready.

Or, a rewrite of the final events in DanAndPhilCRAFTS - Slime, as well as an analysis of Dan's internality during those moments.

That Deathless Death (ao3) - trancelover99

Summary: Date: April 1st, 2024. Time: midnight. Dan and Phil have returned to an abandoned cabin to carry out the one last ritual that will keep this demon away forever. But it comes with a price: Phil's heart and soul. With the right words, Dan can hopefully revive him after Phil's sacrifice, but he has other plans beyond that. Will he succeed?

The Craft Fic (ao3) - doctorhowlter

Summary: Dan is in lounge watching the reactions to DanAndPhilCRAFTS when Phil ask him if he wants to celebrate their April fools joke succes. But Phil's definition of celebrating doesn't seem to be that same as Dan's and things doesn't turn out as planned.

The Heart Fic (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Dan let himself fall into a trance, no longer thinking and instead just doing. Dan reached into the wound in Phil’s chest and wrapped his hand around his heart. Phil was already dead, yet the inside of his chest was still warm. Dan swore he could still feel Phil’s heart beat faintly as he began to pull the mass of muscle and blood out of his chest.

Before he had pulled all the way out, Dan paused and then slowly pushed his hand back into the wound. Warm. Wet. Beautiful.

Inspired by DanAndPhilCRAFTS - Slime

The Sacrifice (ao3) - Mysticallykai

Summary: DanandPhilCrafts is back again, with a lot to say and even more to do. We all saw the video, but what happened when the camera wasn't rolling? What was edited out? What if what we all thought was an April Fools prank, was actually very real?

to die by your side (is such a heavenly way to die) (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Despite no words being exchanged, they both know how the other is feeling, and that they are alike in their preparedness for what is about to happen. They understand each other so well that they can work in perfect tandem without issue. A connection so uniquely fundamental that it goes beyond communication as it is understood by the rest of the world. Something private, just for them—and soon, for Him.

you believe me like a god (i destroy you like i am) (ao3) - bunnyslipper

Summary: Tears stream down Dan’s face, mingling with the deep crimson of Phil’s blood, and Phil hates him. He hates that he loves him so deeply, enough to forgive him for tearing them apart like this.

[juanysusalchica]

Cupcakes! Wally Darling x Reader

[Warning: Mentions of cannibalism, force feeding and malnutrition]

Today was a special day, it was your birthday!

Wally already had it labelled on his calendar surrounded by hearts. Not knowing you favorite pastry, he spend the whole night searching for the perfect cake, strawberry cheesecake! Everyone likes that.

Making it was easy peasy but searching for the right ingredients was a different story.

After adding the finishing touch, Wally walked down to the basement, being mindful not to slip from the wooden stairs.

"Neighbor, look what I made for you" he cooed with his monotone voice while searching for you until his eyes spot you laying on the cold floor. After receiving no answer, Wally placed down the sweet pastry on the table and hurried to your 'sleeping' form and shook your shoulder anxiously. You weakly flutter your eyes opened at the sudden movement, hearing a soft sigh of relief from the small puppet's lips.

"Oh goodie, you're awake! I almost thought you were dead, hehehe." He clapped his hands excitedly, looking down to admired your disheveled appearance. Your hair was matted, sticking all over the place, your clothes that was once ironed and tidy was wrinkled and covered in dust. He had you chained to the floor to make sure you weren't going nowhere. When your number showed up, Wally tricked you in making sweet cupcakes together for the neighbors. Just when he was about to gut you like a fish, your beautiful cries was what made him stop, seeing the fear in your eyes was what brought a spark to his little heart, that's where he knew that he had to keep you.

You groggily looked at Wally, he had been feeding you nothing but cakes and sweets that your body had grown weak from the lack of nutrition, there was a heavy pounding in your head that makes you want to faint again, the gastric juice that was contained in your stomach was burning the thick lining of your stomach. The pain was excruciating that you've been vomiting the watery, colorless fluid for days.

Wally flew to the table to pick a slice of the surprise that he had worked during the night, "Today is a special day for my special neighbor!" he chirped, kneeling down on one knee and presented you, oh shocker, another piece of cake.

"Happy birthday neighbor" He said in a low sinister tone, leaning awfully close to your face, his smile growing wider and wider that it disturbed you, you fearfully looked down at the paper plate in order to avoid his gaze. Wally cut a large piece and shoved it on the corner of your lips, roughly stabbing your dry skin with the fork. "Come oooon, neiiighbor. Say Ahh~"

You were extremely hungry, your stomach grumble from the excruciating pain, that single slice of cake won't be enough to satisfy your hunger but it was all you could receive.

Without hesitation, you opened your mouth and took a piece of the luxurious looking cake making Wally's eyes dilate at your cooperation. His mouth watering as he watched you eating his special treat for you.

You munched at pastry, taking in all its flavors on your tongue until suddenly you felt something in your mouth.

When Wally wasn't looking, you took out the string of line from your dry cracked lips and took a closer look.

Is that hair...?

A/N:

Who will groom me tonight? That's the question

I remember that I wrote a short story an year ago, I wanted extend the story a little to improve my writing. Back then, I was going through days without eating due to being short of money, main reason why its so detailed.

Cupcakes! Wally darling belongs to @azraelcreates mainly inspired of that one Wally Darling feeding you cake

[whipitgod]

Pushed In

Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter

one shot - wc: 2.6k

summary: Hannibal joins Will on a fishing trip and will reminisces on hannibal’s interesting fashion choices

warnings: none really other than bad writing and slight mentions of canon typical murder stuff, not really plot heavy and kind of crack-ish

a/n: Thank you for all the support on the last one-shot it means the world!! this was originally meant to be much shorter than it turned out being but, per usual, it got away from me. If you like this remember to leave a like/reblog! maybe even follow me :D! Happy reading!!

Will doesnt even know why Hannibal agreed to this. When Will first proposed the idea of Hannibal joining him for a day of fishing he had expected the man to turn his nose up at the suggestion immediately; truthfully Will had hoped Hannibal would say no, wanting to use his refusal as an example of hannibal never engaging with the things will enjoys. Hannibal had surprised him though, agreeing almost as soon as the words had left his mouth. Will is really starting to wish he had never even asked the pompous man to come.

“Why would you say yes to coming if you aren't even going to fish?” Will questions, it comes out sounding almost bitter. Hannibal huffs out a breath, pulling down the garish orange life jacket that he and Will had bickered about him needing to wear the entire drive down to the lake, before answering,

“Because you said you wanted me to accompany you on one of your fishing excursions,” Hannibal tugs at the jacket again, “which I agreed to,” he gives another tug this time a bit more aggressively, “I never said that I would partake in any actual fishing.” Hannibal gives the life jacket one more tug before picking the book he brought off of the hard bench next to him and resuming his reading, seemingly oblivious to the daggers Will is glaring into the side of his head.

Will toys with the idea of pushing hannibal into the water before ultimately scrapping it, Will doesn't want to kill him and taking Hannibal for another swim while he's wearing what is no doubt a very expensive dress shirt doesn't seem all that worth it given how petty the cannibal becomes with anger. When Will and Hannibal had first settled down in the home in Argentina, Will had been afraid to upset the other man, constantly walking on eggshells out of fear of the bloodshed that tends to follow Hannibal's anger. Will knows now that the fear of Hannibal's anger at that time was misguided; Will shouldn't have been afraid of Hannibal stabbing him to death, No, he should've been afraid of Hannibal annoying him to death. The first time Will gathered the courage to say something to the cannibal that might upset him he started with something that he thought wouldn't be a big deal, he stares out into the water as he recalls the memory.

They had been sat at the table, eating a lunch that hannibal had prepared,

“You know,” Will had begun, setting his fork down, “I’m not a huge fan of paisley.” Will paused after the words had left his mouth, watching the cannibal the way you would a rabid dog, afraid he might bite. Instead of lunging at him with the steak knife sitting well within his reach like Will thought he might, the man had calmly sat his own fork down before meeting Wills nervous gaze,

“You don't like the way I dress?” He had sounded almost dejected, doing a poor job hiding the way the words had affected him. Will had paused for a moment out of the shock of seeing the man react that way before rushing out a placating,

“No no, of course i do,” Will had struggled with what to say next, he had thought Hannibal would be angry not, whatever this was, “I’m just not a fan of the paisley,” will paused for a moment before adding, “it just looks kinda busy, you know?”

Hannibal had worn a contemplative look before letting out a soft breath and responding with a smile that had unsettled Will,

“Of course,” He picked his fork back up, “I understand.”

Will had let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding before giving a sharp nod and picking his own fork back up to resume the meal. The rest of the meal carried on with a tense silence broken only by the sound of cutlery against their plates, Hannibals face betrayed no emotions leaving him a little afraid of what might come after the meal. Will had found solace in the fact that even if Hannibal stabbed him in his sleep that night, at least he could die knowing that he had finally told the man that his tie choice left much to be desired. When they were finished eating they had cleaned up with the same silence that had occurred throughout the meal, the only other words exchanged that night were the quiet goodnights they had both offered each other before they had fallen asleep.

Will had woken hours later to the smell of something burning, he had sat up, immediately turning to Hannibal's side of the bed only to find it empty. He had jumped out of bed quickly, afraid their small refuge was burning down, before realizing that the smell of smoke was coming through the open window from the backyard. He took a second to rub the sleep from his eyes before he walked over to the window and peered out into the backyard. Will struggled to wrap his mind around what he was looking at, almost thinking he was still dreaming, he squinted trying to make out more of what was happening in the darkness outside. Hannibal was standing next to a small fire seemingly throwing tie after tie into the flames, Will almost couldn't believe what he was seeing, he really hadn't thought his words would affect the man this much.

Will had stood and watched as the cannibal threw all of his beloved paisley ties into the fire, a part of him relieved to never have to look at them again, an even bigger part of him was still struggling to understand the implications of what he was seeing. Will didn't have much time to dwell on it before Hannibal threw in the last tie and watched it reduce to ash, dumping a pail of water on the small fire once he was satisfied with the destruction. Hannibal had made quick work of putting the pail back where he had found it before turning and marching back towards the door of the house, Will had chosen to simply get back in bed and pretend to be asleep, not wanting to deal with the conversation about what he had seen until he had, had at least eight hours of sleep. With the decision made to table the discussion for the next day Will layed back down and closed his eyes, not reacting when Hannibal gently opened and shut the door before getting back into bed.

The next day came and went, Will having not said anything, deciding that he didn't want to deal with the implications of why Hannibal had burnt all but a few of his ties after he had insulted them, he made the choice to just let it go and hope the cannibal lets it go as well. Will had thought the difficult man had let it go until a few weeks after the tie burning incident, Will came home from his day of fishing to Hannibal placing a blue paisley rug in front of the fireplace. Will had barely spared the rug a glance, walking past the fireplace to the kitchen to begin cleaning the fish he caught. He had forgotten all about the rug until later that evening when he and Hannibal were sat by the fireplace, hannibal engrossed in the book he was reading and Will tying lures. Without looking up from the lure in his hands he broke the silence with an acknowledgment of the newest addition to the living room,

“I like the new rug,” he paused for a moment, considering, “it fits the space well.”

Will heard Hannibal suck in a sharp breath almost akin to a gasp, closing the book in his hands with a sharp sound; Will turned and looked at him with brows furrowed in confusion,

“Are you alright?” The concern in his voice was evident, the look Hannibal was giving him was a little startling, and he thought the cannibal's eye was going to start twitching.

“You like the rug?” Hannibal questioned almost hysterically, Will leveled him with an even more concerned look,

“Yeah, it fits with the decor of the room, it looks nice.” Will thought the man in front of him might start hyperventilating, he was sure Hannibal's eye was twitching at that point, the cannibal letting out a laugh that sounded more manic than anything.

“You like the rug?!” his words growing even more hysterical as he let out another laugh, “the paisley rug?”

Will had paused for a moment, the memory of the events a few weeks prior running through the front of his mind; he had forgotten all about the tie burning a few weeks prior, truthfully he had forgotten he had even said anything about the ties to begin with. The look on Will’s face incredulous as he finally turns to face the man fully, he opens his mouth to speak but Hannibal cuts him off before he can even start,

“You said you didn't like paisley!” Will was worried Hannibal might have a stroke with how red he was getting, “You didn't like my paisley ties but you like that god forsaken paisley rug?!” The cannibal was shaking now, Will might've been afraid that the man was going to lunge out at him if Hannibal didn't look so close to passing out from the way he was practically hyperventilating.

Will responded quickly, “Paisley is a very common rug pattern, it looks good on rugs!”

Hannibal let out another manic laugh, the sound sharp,

“But it looks bad on me?!” hannibal practically yelled this, Will sent him a look of utter disbelief,

“Are you a rug?!” he matched Hannibal's volume, his tone incredulous, Hannibal let out a soft gasp in response, a look of disbelief crossing his face matching the look Will was giving him. Without another word Hannibal stood, picking up his discarded book, and practically stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Will heard the door to their room upstairs slam shut before he was left alone to wonder what the hell had just happened.

Hannibal hadn’t talked to Will for three days after that conversation, he still continued making them meals and sitting in rooms with Will, but anytime the younger man would attempt to start a conversation with him, the petty man would only nod or let out soft hums of acknowledgment, refusing to engage in any conversation with Will. He had only started talking to Will again after Will had gone out and bought, what he thinks, is more paisley ties than any reasonable person should own and presented them to the cannibal with a soft apology for insulting his choice in neck wear. Hannibal hadn't said anything to him the night Will gave him the ties but the next morning Will found Hannibal stood in the kitchen making breakfast wearing one of the ugliest ties he had ever seen, the man had smiled at him and said good morning as if none of the events in the previous few days had even occurred. Will had decided to never bring up the ties again, if only to save him the headache of having to deal with a petty cannibal.

Hannibal snapped Will out of his thoughts with a gentle hand on his shoulder, his voice soft as he questioned,

“Are you alright?”

Will hummed out an affirmation before turning to look at the man in the neon orange life jacket,

“Yeah I'm just thinking.” Will took in the appearance of the man next to him, his eyes catching on the tie sitting beneath the jacket, Will sucks in a sharp breath, it has to be one of the ugliest ties Hannibal has ever worn; Will believes the puke green color is supposedly named chartreuse, but he can't even dwell on the color because all his eyes can focus on is the horrible paisley pattern that lays over it. Will rethinks pushing Hannibal into the water, with the tie he's wearing Will reasons he's asking for it, but he stamps that idea down almost as quickly as it surfaces. Only Hannibal would wear a tie on a fishing trip; Will counts his blessings that he managed to convince the difficult man to forgo the vest and suit jacket.

Hannibal lets out an inquisitive noise, closing his book and setting it gently beside him,

“What about?” Hannibal looks at him expectantly, but Will doesnt really feel like rehashing the tie argument, especially given the abomination that the man currently has around his neck. He thinks for a moment, working more bait onto his fishing hook before casting the line out into the water,

“Our first few months here,” he pauses slightly before continuing, “How much things have changed I guess.”

Hannibal looks at him, a look of consideration taking over his features, he was silent for a couple minutes before responding,

“I would say things have changed for the better.”

Will hums out a soft noise of affirmation before turning his gaze back out towards the water. Will lets out an annoyed huff,

“You know, it wouldn't kill you to at least try to fish.” Will looks at hannibal then, hannibal stares out into the water, a look of consideration crossing his face, letting out a sigh he finally concedes,

“I will try,” Hannibal stops for a second, thinking again, “But I will not be touching the bucket of worms.” Will sends a look of disbelief towards the audacious man,

“You kill and eat people Hannibal,” Will pulls the bucket of worms closer to him and begins putting one onto the hook of the rod he had brought for Hannibal, “You tried to cut my skull open and eat my brain,” Will stops for a second, thinking about the events of a few days prior, “You pulled a man's intestines out with your bare hands three days ago but a bucket of worms is where you want to draw the line?” Will presents Hannibal with the fishing rod.

“I am multifaceted.” Hannibal takes the rod from him and stares blankly at it. Will thinks for a moment before sighing deeply and scooting over on the bench so he was sitting almost thigh to thigh with him,

“Do you even know how to fish?” Hannibal levels a glare in his direction at this question, before shaking his head resolutely,

“Why would I know how to fish Will.” The question is rhetorical and will fights the urge to respond anyways. With an irritated sigh he directs Hannibal on how to properly hold the rod and how to cast the line, demonstrating with his own fishing rod. Hannibal casts the line with a surprising amount of success; Will, now appeased, turns his eyes back to the water where his own line rests, the plastic float moving gently with the waves of the water.

Will is granted only a few minutes of peace before Hannibal sighs heavily, tugging on the life jacket with more force than necessary before questioning,

“So we just sit here and wait for the fish to potentially bite?” Will opens his mouth to respond but Hannibal cuts him off with another question,

“And why are you not also wearing a life vest?” his tone is bitter, betraying his physical and mental discomfort with the jacket. Will lets out a chuckle at the question, thinking for a moment before answering,

“Because i'm not the one who might get pushed into the lake.”

[youdelight-itolerate]

Would you believe I got to go on tour this weekend to these exotic Hannibal locations with Hugh & Mads?

[magicalmanhattanproject]

oh god uhhhhh is he hunt or end??

i feel like two guesses per ask is kind of cheating but it lets me keep some suspense so, the story goes something like this.

Cellbit fights a war. Cellbit eats some people. Cellbit goes to prison. Cellbit eats more people. Cellbit tries to escape from prison. Take a wild guess how his relationship with people goes. For a student of Smirke, he would absolutely be on track to be an avatar of the Flesh.

He'd been on track for a lot of things at all sorts of points in his life. The track leads him to a deserted island with police helicopters closing in and a pistol with a single bullet. He has a choice. Prison again, likely without any more chances to escape, or the one obvious route out.

He takes it.

That night, he wakes up with a splitting headache, an empty gun, and the worst hunger he's ever felt in his life.

Flesh is a new fear, a young fear, a fear born of the Industrial Revolution and the commodification of the body and labor. It doesn't exactly have much to work with for a man alone on a deserted island. If entities were nice, neat, rigid boxes Cellbit would have starved to double death on that island without anything to feed on but himself (not that he wouldn't have tried). But fear is fear and hunger is hunger and the island is empty but there are fish in the water.

There are fears much older and deeper and more primal than Flesh. A fish has no reason to fear a slaughterhouse. But a fish will flee a predator. And Cellbit quickly learns that as long as he chases, it doesn't even matter if he catches or not. He still catches, of course. He still wants to fill his stomach. He still doesn't know what he is or how he's alive. But he wants to know. So he hunts his fish, and he catches his fish, and he eats and he eats and he gets stronger and stronger and one day he's so hungry and so caught up in the thrill of it all that he stays underwater for far too long and realizes that he no longer needs to come up for air as long as he has something to hunt.

So, he sets out for the mainland.

This is where the story gets fuzzy. We don't know quite how he got from a serial killer cannibal to buddies and pals with the people he tried to murder to escape. But he manages it. He subsumes his need to Hunt into a Hunt for answers. He learns what he is and how to manage it. Plays hide and seek regularly enough to strike terror into his friends' hearts. He's always on the scrawnier, rangier side of things, but with enough coffee he can keep himself going without returning to the monster he used to be before he ascended to true monsterhood.

And then he comes to Quesadilla Island and an unprepared, half hearted Hunter has to learn very very quickly how to survive as the Hunted.

[hellonoblesky]

Parents asked me to make a christmas list time to see what exactly I can get away with on the list

[kteezy997]

I’m With You-Part Five//Lee (Bones and All)

Warnings: smut in the beginning, cannibalism!!, blood, scared/upset reader, crying Lee, self-loathing Lee

You got out of the truck and shut the door and headed for the cornfield. The further you ventured in, you could hear a man moaning, you could tell it wasn’t Lee. “Faster man, faster, faster.” Carnival Guy demanded. He was panting. You came closer to them and looked ahead and you saw them: Lee was shirtless, standing behind Carnival Guy, who was completely naked.

Lee was reaching in front of the other man, jerking him off. “Faster.” Cried the carnie, moaning louder. Jealousy and anger pulsed through your veins. You wanted to yell at Lee, you wanted to hurt him for the way he was hurting you right now. You were absolutely disgusted by his actions, and you couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening.

You could feel yourself trembling like mad, just seconds away from screaming at Lee. But the moment you opened your mouth to say something, you saw Lee take something out of his back pocket and he brought the small object up to the Carnival Guy’s neck. With one clean cut, he sliced a blade across his throat, slinging blood as he did.

You gasped, covering your mouth with your hands in fear of being heard or noticed. Your heart pounded so hard, you thought it might burst right out of your chest. With a thud, the carnie’s body fell to the ground. He was on his back, blood pouring from his mouth and dripping from the fatal wound across his jugular.

You couldn’t look away, it was like a train wreck. You watched as Lee kneeled down beside the other man’s body. He gasped for air as he gargled blood, it was the most horrific thing you’d ever seen. Or so you thought. Lee leaned down even further on the ground, placed his hand on the dying man’s chest and…he took a bite out of him, and then another, and another.

You tried to believe you were only experiencing a nightmare, the most grotesque and terrifying nightmare that could be dreamt of. But deep down you knew it wasn’t. Not only had you witnessed Lee slit someone’s throat, but now he was eating them. You felt nauseous and weak beyond measure. You needed to leave, you needed to not see this for another second longer.

You managed to turn around and run back the way you came. Lee heard your running steps and the rustling of the cornstalks. “Y/n!” he yelled for you, but you ignored him. You ran to the truck and got in, fully intending to leave and never look back. That’s how scared you were of him. But he had the keys.

“Shit!” you cried out as you began to sob. The next time you looked up, there he was: blood from his cheeks down to his chest. “Y/n, hold on! Please!” he ran to the side of the truck. “I’m not gonna hurt you! I would never hurt you, y/n, please, I need you to believe that. Just let me talk to you.” You just looked at him, unable to stop the tears from falling.

He saw the pain and the anguish in your eyes, and he said, “Fuck. Y/n," he shook, "I am so sorry! I did not want you to see that." He looked away from you, his face twisted up as he cried. His face became smeared with tears and blood. It was heartbreaking to see him in this moment. "I need you to know that I hate this part of myself." he said, no longer able to look at you.

"Lee," you did your best to calm down and speak fully, "I can't.. I can't be around you right now. I-I think I need some time to myself." More tears fell, "I don't know if I can see you anymore, Lee. I'm... scared." you took a breath, but it was ragged. "No! You don't ever have to be scared of me. I'll never hurt you, I swear it! I don't...like to hurt people." You shook your head; you just simply couldn't process anything more at this time.

"I... I have to go. Please give me the keys." you said with as much firmness as you could muster up. Lee sighed, fumbling into his pockets, eventually fishing out the keys to the truck. He handed them over to you and you quickly grabbed them. "y/n, I know you are afraid and confused right now, and maybe I have no right saying this, but I wanna beg you to not disappear on me forever. Please, I don't think I can bear it. Not you. You were...so unexpected, but I really care for you. I don't want to be without you. Take all the time you need, but please find me again, I... need to explain. Please."

"Lee, I can't do this." you sniffled, shoving the key into the ignition. He put his hand on the door. "I know, but I just need you to know how I feel. I do not want you to feel sorry for me, or want you to feel obligated to me, or anything like that. But I don't know what I'll do if I never see you again." "I have to go!" you yelled, feeling bad for it, but not backing down. "Goodbye, Lee."

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[irisro-art]

Cannibals want me fish fear me