#the hannibal brainrot is real

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

I just saw a local news headline that the roof of a nearby church collapsed and all I could think about was "Killing must feel good to god... He does it all the time, and are we not created in his image?"

[gummi-sys]

hamibal, lector,,, hannibal....,,,, hanibal.. wil grahm......anbigal hobb.....,, jack crawford,,,..,

[wonhoissofine]

“Will is my friend.” This “Will I’m your friend.” That. We get it Hannibal. This is your first time carrying for another person and it’s so heavy that the only possible explanation you can think of is friendship because no one’s ever shown you the slightest morsel of love yet you find yourself caring about the way this unstable man thinks of you. A feeling so foreign for you that that’s what you think friendship is like even though you have the sneaking suspicion that it’s something more; willing to break the very thing you’ve found yourself needing to breathe in an attempt to understand it.

[wannabemylover]

rewatching the first episode of Hannibal and holy shit I forgot how good this is but it's actually insane that Brian fuller set up the ep like this, he introduces will and Hannibal by first briefly showing them at their core, at the darkest, most vile part of them---we get a glimpse behind the curtain---and then its gone, the curtain is snapped shut and we see their masks, their human suits.

Will empathizes with killers because he likes it, and he wants to kill but he refuses to give into the urge because he knows how much he'll like it and he won't be able to stop. So he lives vicariously through other killers, satisfying his own dark urge by feeding it little morsels of secondhand blood lust. Every crime scene he works gives the urge something that satisfies it, not enough for it to grow, but enough for it be sate. Enough that he can ignore it for long enough that he can walk around and be Professor Will Graham who is Weird, Brash, and Non-sociable.

And Hannibal is a cannibal at night and a psychiatrist by morning.

[puppydoggraham]

Going with the sex in Hannibal being symbolic, the arrest is actually symbolic of Hannibal submitting to Will because he’s on his knees and completely surrendering control (which he does so because of Will). In this essay I will-

[sadamitusw]

ohh save me murder husbands save me

[mei-mei-s2]

my biggest mistake was re-watching hannibal, because of WHAT. Now my brain is rotted with them, i wake up and think of them. They are consuming my every thought

[icarus-drowning]

And what if I compare Will and Hannibal with Paul and Feyd? What then…

[pthalomars]

I gave you a rare gift, but you didn't want it.

Didn't I?

[amiinkles]

<3 my sweetheart's piano is rat filled~

[datas-boobs]

I know I havent been active for a while but I need someone to acknowledge that Working For The Weekend by Loveryboy is PERFECT for Hannigram.

"Everyone's watching to see what you will do, everyone's looking at you"

"Everybody needs a second chance"

"Everyone's lookin to see if it was you"

"You want a piece of my heart, you wanna be in the show"

The beat is playful yet careful.

[everyshadeofwrong]

I'm thinking about you

-x- -x-

[whats-todays-hyperfixation]

i finally gave in and have been watching hannibal recently (actully such a good show every little mentally person here needs to go watch it) and i cant stop quoting "peter... is your social worker inside the horse 😐" to my friends and family and its do funny cause all of them (execpt ny dad) has NO context to iy and they just look at me concerned while im reapting that to myself staring at the wall

[wonhoissofine]

Will shocking Hannibal by showing up at his office unannounced, covered in sweat, apologizing for the intrusion and telling Hannibal that he doesn’t know how he got there.

Hannibal doesn’t care, he thinks Will’s most beautiful when his emotions are raw. Grabs Will by the back of the neck as he watches him nod feverishly when Hannibal asks if it was: “a bad dream..?”.

Hannibal smiling as he rubs his hands down the sides of Will’s head and neck, whispering that he was okay and that he’s there. Feeling ELATED when Will leans his head onto his shoulder as he makes his way through another mild seizure.

Hannibal trying not to sound happy as he talks to Will knowing he will remember his voice and nothing else. Always happy to know a plan is working.

“I’m here. See? No one else. Just me and you.” Grabbing Will’s face in one hand and using the other to cup the back of his neck again and acting as if he’s never even thought of doing such a thing when Will gains consciousness an hour later.

“All better now?” His voice hazy as he watches from his chair as Will’s eyes scanter around the room before leaning forward and brushing his hand against his neck in the pretense of checking his fever.

“You had an episode. Nothing too bad but…nothing is going to hurt you.” He leaned back to rest comfortably in his chair and watched as Will fought to either give in or ignore his blatant manipulation. He knows Will would question why he heard him but doesn’t remember ever leaving his bed. Knows that Will is apprehensive of the situation because he was just feeding his dogs. Know that Will is breaking and needs a constant thing for balance.

“Not with me here…”

Hannibal’s willing to become that constant.

[devour-the-rude]

Speaking of the Ladder Scene™️ fanfic that is now in the works, here are my notes on it after watching 25 seconds of the scene on YouTube 💀

This show has such a fucking chokehold on me. I haven’t watched it for 5 months, haven’t even thought about it in that timeframe. Today I think “hm, I kinda wanna resume rewatching Hannibal.”

I get two more episodes in and I start drafting up fucking fanfiction. I first watched this show in 2020, and I have not been the same since — the brainrot will never end, I will always be obsessed with this show

[the-dearest-suffering]

Hannigram Drabble

Is it worth the lives of all the meals in the future to live by his side? To keep his monster free?

Will can see the ink beneath Hannibal's skin as it seeps and infects him. The deepest black curls up through where they are connected, a simple silver band that Hannibal has just lovingly slid onto his ring finger. A soft kiss on the band speeds the spead of the ink, crawling and dripping up just past his elbow. Will's other hand reaches into his pocket, grasping a smooth and polished black steel band in the same simple style as it's silver twin. He grasps Hannibal's hand and slides it onto his finger, watching as the ink infects his other hand as well. Hannibal clasps their hands together, the softness around his eyes, around his mouth, and in his every touch betraying his emotions, even if Will couldn't see the love in his eyes.

Will's heart twisted in his chest as he marveled at this terrifyingly savage and beautiful monster that he had somehow made fall in love with him.  He could feel his own face softening, his eyes meeting the killer's. His hands, still dripping with Hannibal's darkness, smoothing over the ring so lovingly placed on his skin, staining Hannibal's skin with his own darkness. Hannibal stole a hand fron his grasp to cup the side of Will's face. Will leaned into the touch of his soft skin, sighing softly and closing his eyes and dropping his hand, still clasping Hannibal's, to the side.

It was so selfish to place the lives of all those that will become a beautifully plated entree above his and his monster's freedom, but he couldn't care anymore. Not when Hannibal looked at him like that, like he was the only person in the world that mattered to him. Will had been helpless to his own mind, to killers, to Jack, but none of them could compare to how helpless Hannibal made him feel with just a soft touch. Noone, noone had ever looked at him like that, Molly had tried, she had, but Hannibal, Hannibal looked at him like he couldn't bear to tear his eyes away, lokked at him with such possession that he knew that he could never escape. Will couldn't help it, couldn't do anything but love him, let himself be kept, lean in to his possessive, obsessive grasp, let himself be drenched in the ink and gore of his violence, fall into his tight grip and never lea-

"Brangusis?"

Will's eyes snapped back to Hannibal, realizing that his eyes had opened and had been staring into the distance. Hannibal smoothed a thumb over his cheekbone.

"There you are, mangustėli. Where did you go, darling?"

Will leaned into him, stepping forward and breathing in the smell of rich cologne as he was enfolded into Hannibal's arms. Hannibal hummed softly and pet his hair gently.

"Tired, mangustėli? It's been a long day."

A muffled sigh came from Hannibal's shoulder, where Will was resting. Hannibal's lips twitched upwards as he continued to pet his hair. A soft mutter came from the same place.

"Hm? What was that darling?"

"Take me home?"

"Of course, mano meile."

Anything for you, anything anything anyone, say it and it's yours anything just stay here and i'd do anything anything for you, for you.

Yes, it's worth it.