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iota404 · 6 months
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here's my part on the art trade with @verysubarashi teehee~ I love seeing mura happy for a change
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missania · 8 months
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Um...
Hello, Pitchanna fandom. I kind of got "Silence of the Lambs" brainrot but I also kept thinking about Pitchanna.
Then I randomly had a flash of an idea: Pitch Black as Hannibal Lecter (top left scribble actually)
So one thing led to another and these sketches happened.
Gotta love crack AUs 😂
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deltamb3r · 6 months
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Many people draw their Narinders with too much rizz (and that's a good thing)
Look how many handsome cats there are in the community, and these are just some of my favourite designs.
All these belong to their respective artists:
@kagamineriri , @lammydraws , @cotl-flower-crown , @iota404, @by-glass-and-waves , @lilpuffyart , @bamsara , @derpyjackarts , @huskyremix , @cotl-inspiteofyou , @thenovaartz , @midluuna , @bunnyiebon , @payasita , @dulciechi , @xmajordumps , @faery-the-diamond , @verysubarashi , @poppy-purpura , @skykiuwu
psst: If you dislike being tagged, sorry in advance, please let me know so I can fix it
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verysubarashi · 2 months
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Take bbgirl i gotta disappear again
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My favorite couples of spoon feed 😔😔
Chilton and Matthew your situationship was iconic shout out to guys who Hannibal and will think are cringe. You were gods weakest soldiers.
CLARICE AND ARDELIA THE WIVES EVER!!
And do I even need to say hannigram yall carried.
@somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds
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mothman-clarice · 1 year
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OH MY GOD OK I had another head canon that I need to share
I believe clarice would not just be a dog person, no no no. Shed be fucking OBSESSED with dogs.
Now I thought about what dogs she would get which i hinted at in my last post. I finally decided the dogs bios
Theyd have 2 dogs and both would be ENORMOUS. Each dog would fit the personality of each person. I headcanon hannibal and clarice would be pagan and would view their respective dog as their familiar. In wicca a familiar is an animal that one feels a deep spiritual connection to. I'll save my head cannons about clannibal being pagan for another post tho, right now I wanna talk about DOGGOS
Clarice's dog is a newfie and rottweiler mix and her name is Leviathan or Levi for short. I'll explain the names in a bit dont worry lol
Hannibal's dog is a tibetan mastiff and his name is Behemoth or Bee for short.
Behemoth and Leviathan are the names of 2 legendary beasts in demonology and jewish mythology. Leviathan is a giant sea serpent and is one of the 7 demon princes of hell, him being the prince of envy and the guardian of hell. Behemoth is one of the primeval chaos monsters created by god and in jewish myth he is often paired with leviathan to represent the primeval beasts of earth and sea.
Why did I put so much thought into these names? It's totally not just cus I think they sound badass as fuck and I think the idea of naming two big ol' floof ball puppos after giant primordial chaos monsters is fucking hysterical.
Leviathan would be very very active and playful as is normal for pitbulls and she loves going for hikes. She and clarice's favorite pastimes are either hiking or training. Clarice as I mentioned in the last post would be borderline professional at dog training and would have both of the dogs very well trained. She even managed to conquer behemoth, a Tibetan-fucking-mastiff , a breed that is infamous for being insanely difficult to train because of their independence and stubbornness. Nevertheless, our brave and persistent clarice managed to teach behemoth simple and complex commands with great success.
Behemoth is a lot like hannibal, keenly observant, protective, secure, powerful, stoic, and very - sometimes even disturbingly - intelligent. He may seem very intimidating but when hes at home with his owners hes the most cuddly and loveable oversized dust bunny you've ever seen. He loves laying on hannibal and clarice's laps (especially hannibal though, like I said, they have a special connection). He seems to be aware of how much clarice adores his floof since he often uses it instead of doing puppy eyes when he begs for something. Hell rub his floofy head against clarice's hand and leg which she finds a thousand times harder to resist. He seems to have inherited hannibal's manipulation skills ;).
I would write more but it's getting late for me but I will likely write more about the puppos later!
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myfearless-love · 2 years
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Swan of the Lake - Prologue
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Summary: While searching for her past filled with mysteries and legends, Emma Nolan loses her present in an unfortunate accident. The man rushing to save her is no prince charming, and he must realize soon enough that the girl, who has no idea who she is, awakens instincts and desires in him that he had long since buried deep within his soul. But who exactly is she? What if her memories come back? Will she remember anything at all?
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It also snowed on January 1, twenty-four years ago, when Storybrooke's lake froze over, trapping a dilapidated boat in the middle of the icy water. They found the little girl by accident. Perhaps the hardy and somewhat daring anglers of the small town would not have risked a fishing trip on the first day of the year if it had started snowing at dawn.
They later told anyone who would listen that the girl resembled an angel frozen in ice. They all said her skin was icy, and her hair, which almost completely covered her frail, naked, and tiny body, was blonde and as light as snow. Her lashes were covered in shimmering hoarfrost, but her lips remained red, like ripe cherries.
The snow began to fall as the small girl opened her eyes and blinked sleepily. The men who had found her claimed, one by one, that her eyes resembled evergreens deep in the forest at night. They claimed that it wasn't real, that they were dreaming.
What is true and what is just a legend? Despite the fact that the increasingly colorful story had accompanied her throughout her life, the girl who had grown up since then had never investigated the truth of the narrative. In the temporary homes and foster families where she lived over the years, her reputation always preceded her. It didn't matter how the other kids discovered it; they simply did. She was the girl without a past, the girl with sun-bleached hair and emerald green eyes.
They called her Miss Moonlight or White Duckling, and the meaner kids just called her Dopey, which had more to do with the fact that she didn't start talking until a year after they found her. The names themselves were never the worst part; it was the contempt, disgust, and ridicule with which they were spoken. The little girl quickly discovered that a person can have multiple names, and she also discovered that if she does not protect herself, no one will defend her.
All of this tormented her, and her story has followed her for the past twenty-four years. She can't get away from it even now as she walks to the lake on shaky legs. Snow crackles beneath her knee-high boots and small flakes curl in the folds of her crimson woolen coat. She's wearing a knitted scarf but she didn’t put on her beanie, the cold has never really bothered her. She only wrapped the scarf around her neck because she likes it; no one can see her in this terrible weather anyway; clearly, no one is insane enough - save her - to step foot on the streets.
She hadn't returned since they found her, but she had moved to a larger town nearby on purpose. She turned thirty today (though not officially, because she doesn't know her exact birth date), and as a child, she vowed that this day would be the deadline. Like so many other things in her life, she procrastinated and put it off until she couldn't anymore, but she's here now, and that's all that matters.
She has no idea what she is hoping for. That she'll suddenly remember the first six years of her life? That she'll discover why and who abandoned her in the dead of winter on a creaking, rusty old boat? That she'll figure out how she didn't freeze to death when all human calculations pointed to it? That she'll finally understand why she was not wanted?
She clamps her lips together defiantly and raises her head involuntarily. No, that's not why she's doing it. She hasn't cared about any of that in a long time. She's an adult now, independent, and knows what she wants out of life. She has no expectations from anyone. She simply fulfills a childhood promise she made to herself for the sake of the young girl she once was.
Even so, as she steps onto the ice, her heartbeat quickens. The wind whips through her hair, as if to warn or restrain her, but she refuses to back down. She didn't take a cab this far on the first day of the year just to run away.
She comes to a brief halt to inspect the ice beneath her feet. She'd been reading the news and noticed that a local journalist had written that the lake had been covered in a thick sheet of ice since Christmas, and the piece even included photographs of children skating and sledding.
She dashes off as soon as she is certain that the ice is not protesting her weight. The wind hisses violently, causing her cheeks to flush and tears to well up in her eyes. Snowflakes, rather than soft fluff, cut into her skin like tiny shards of ice.
She moves slowly and carefully, leaning forward slightly and briefly stumbling, but she perseveres. She was told she was discovered in the middle of the lake, so she intends to travel so far that the shore is equally distant no matter where she looks. She can then go home and relax as the new year begins without feeling tense or guilty. Perhaps she'll watch a movie or read the book she got for Christmas. One thing is certain: no matter which path she chooses, she will no longer ruminate on her perplexing past; it will end today, as soon as she reaches the middle of the lake.
The first crackle enters the air, making a terrible noise. She's not sure she heard anything because the wind howls so loudly, but she pauses the moment she hears a sharp and abrasive sound again, resembling another crack. She takes a deep breath and proceeds. She hears it again, as if the lake is roaring angrily and harshly because her footfall disturbed its peace.
Her knees buckle as she turns to where she came from. She attempts to balance herself in fear, but she can feel the ice disappearing from beneath her feet and the corrosive cold pulling her down. The panic coursing through her body sweeps away her sanity, and she no longer has significant thoughts, only a frantic instinct that drives her to cling to whatever she can.
The lake would engulf her exactly where she was found twenty-four years ago in a rickety boat with frosty skin, almost white hair, and a barely beating heart, a mocking thought passes through her mind as she submerges helplessly in the endlessly cold water.
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reservoirreputation · 6 months
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Getting ready to watch Manhunter
looking through some 2001 goodies...
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Oh
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Oh nO
OK, listen,
Keitel played Crawford in Red Dragon, so you're telling me there is a universe where he and Roth could have caused (further) psychic damage as Crawford and Lecter??
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m0e-ru · 2 years
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I really love your gas station attendant au and how much you like Izanami and I was wondering if you’ve ever heard the songs Samishii Kami-sama and Yume Miteta no Atashi by Daoko. The lyrics really remind me of Izanami and I wanted your thoughts on it ^^
first of all thank you for liking mnnbmmg gas staton atendant . i will do my best to elaborate and publish more context for this concept .bowing bowing shaking your hand. my love and hate for this pile of polygons and lore is unparalleled (self-proclaimed). also thank you for the music recs everyone else should do that more often make tumblr user kai moeru listen to songs and imagine mvs to them which they wont commit to actually making
ALSO here the tracks dear anon sent and the lyric translations i referenced hee hee: Samishii Kami-sama (lyrics); Yume Miteta no Atashi (lyrics) i am also being informed there's a music video but i didnt watch that sorry
I havent heard Daoko in years (only actually listened to like. two tracks back then) and it's as whispery and colorful as ever. ANYWAY the fact i imagined mvs in my head means i do in fact have: Thoughts
I usually dislike the asmr whispery discography but i greatly appreciate the song rec. Yume Miteta no Atashi sounded like SOTL (personaQ) at some part which I thought was a banger. As with any sort of lyrics, I like to interpret them in a more general and platonic sense so any sort of subtext I don't really take into account or recognize at all in general does that make sense. i like blorbo lore and I'll do anything to pin down the most absurd dots to connect to in my absolutely cluttered conspiracy board in my brain
mhm yeah love the identity crisis vibes and wanting change despite the belief and/or the actual lack of humanity in oneself. The want to learn about others and become human just to fit into a world you think you'd be better off in because of what you've seen and experienced in some sort of way. Creating a "virtual world" you stick yourself to hide in which collapses under the light of the truth and "reality" you cant seem to distinguish anymore from that you've made. Desperately trying to rebuild it on your own while still having that godforsaken desire to be with others, proving the point that the humanity within you is to be social and live and not simply survive. Opening up and getting hurt though that's the only way to fulfill your own wishes you yourself don't understand or think is absurd due to the environment you've lived in this whole time with the assigned duty you've had since birth as you're placed into the world's unspoken hierarchical status to accomplish something. Wanting to be felt—wanting the "real" self to be felt. To love and be loved at the cost of the world collapsing. This song is literally called "lonely god" (<- is purposely talking about this as vaguely as possible because it also applies to other characters I am very correct about)
yeah that first line also applies to Yume Miteta no Atashi (The Me who Dreamed). Living a constant routine and trying to steer off the train's rails to live the wish to try something different with those that you've met and have their own paths in life they can change than stick to a fate so mundane and predictable and possibly inhuman. Wanting to change and be different and fit in a world where all the people you want to connect to each other are so unique and are breathing and living and sparkling. unlike you. Being so happy at the simple fact to have met others and saying "I am not alone." Yet stuck following a flowchart where words fall out of your mouth to meet some supposedly world altering and fulfilling goal. Considering every as insufficient because it doesn't sate a desire that was meant to be fulfilled. Was that just selfishness? Self righteousness? Just to desire something? That a dream will stay stuck as a dream because it was something "impossible." Just wanting to be liked and loved and be with others and feeling that glint of acceptance spark the thought of such a dream in the first place.
anyway yeah im very normal about songs and symbolism and interpreting and things thank you again for the song recs and how this both reminded us of iznmi . hope you like this unproofread word vomit of The thoughts.
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kaylinalexanderbooks · 3 months
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Past/Current/Next WIP Game
Thanks @thepeculiarbird for the tag!
Rules: past is a WIP you stopped working on/finished; current is a WIP you're currently working on; next is a WIP you want to write
Past: unpublished fanfiction. Oh God. I was in middle school or high school. I hate it. I cringe so hard. Warriors cats is the least painful. Hamilton middle school AU. MCU au. I started a supernatural fanfic. Like one scene. Thank God. I have nothing against fanfic writers - mass respect honestly. But mine hurts it's so cringe. Maybe cause it's mine. It's certainly not for me that's for sure.
Current: two YA series: sci-fi/fantasy series The Secret Portal and fantasy fairy tale retelling School of the Legends. in short, TSP follows these adolescents discovering an interdimensional portal something something powers something something war. SOTL is what it sounds like; there's an international school for people with gifts (born with), majicks (developed), and curses (given).
Next: I'd love to write what's currently being called The Emerald of Secrets but the title may change. I've written some parts of it in the past but none are gonna be used directly, so I'm not counting it as current or past. Have something to do with the ozone layer one I mentioned on this poll. [LAST DAY VOTE NOW]. Fairy world kinda helps human world is short version.
Alright softly tagging @gracehosborn @isabellebissonrouthier @buffythevampirelover @theelfauthor @little-mouse-gardens @little-peril-stories @finxi-writes @ohnomybreadsticks @emabatis @emberlyric @reneesbooks @annetilney @unrepentantcheeseaddict @fairy-tales-of-yesterday @blind-the-winds @jezifster @ceph-the-ghost-writer @hippiewrites @jessicagailwrites and anyone else if you want to play!
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Back when I still read Hannigram fic before I'd even seen the show, I came across a Good Place au where I'd also seen not even a little bit of The Good Place. I knew fucking nothing about the plot to TGP at the time.
So I'm reading this fic and it is very good and they hit me with the Twist and this means I originally experienced the plot twist of The Good Place while reading a fanfiction for two shows I had never seen before, before I even knew what Mad's Hannibal looked like. I wasn't even picturing SotL Hannibal either. I have my own completely favricated image of Hannibal in my head that i still think about sometimes. Usually when thinking about the good place fic or the first Hannibal fic I'd ever read (it was a they meet in prison au. Hannibal got arrested for non-ripper reasons)
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saradika · 6 months
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Hi, babe! I have to say I love your Halloween trick-or-treat idea! If you're up for it, could I possibly get Christopher Pike (Star Trek SNW) x Silence of the Lambs au? 🖤 SotL has always been one of my "comfort" movies for reasons unknown. 😂 Maybe it's bc I like the idea of being connected to someone dangerous on an intellectual level like Hannibal + Clarice. 💀
Hope you're Halloween is as fun and awesome as you! 🎃
hi steph!! happy to see you, and happy halloween! 🎃💖 I haven’t watched SNW but you have me 👀 at Pike for sure! And I was excited that you picked Silence of the Lambs, I definitely feel you!
This turned out both academic & romantic as I was picking out photos and quotes - so I was envisioning you forming a connection with the handsome new professor at the local academy (who you suspect has quite a few secrets)
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star trek snw x silence of the lambs
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[saradika’s trick or treat celebration - closed]
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verysubarashi · 5 months
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Well I finished the fic so here are some of my favorite scenes I will be drawing more but my god these were good.
@somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds
(Also I was imagining movie Clarice in the blackout scene on accident and it was very vivid in my head so I drew that version the other Clarice’s are yours :3)
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mothman-clarice · 1 year
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OH MY GOD I got another hc for you, this time it's more hannibal focused :D
Quick warning, I will be talking about spiders a lot in this but I wont show any pictures, just so you know :)
Idk why but I think hed be a big fan of bugs, specifically spiders
Even more specifically, hed like tarantulas and orb weavers the most
Hed have a small collection of pets, 3 tarantulas and one golden orb weaver.
His number one favorite is a female cobalt blue tarantula he named sappho
Why name a spider after a lesbian icon? Because any attempt to breed her would just end up in her eating all of the males no matter what. She would refuse to breed no matter how perfect the male was. He joked that shes a lesbian and thus named her Sappho
Despite cobalt blues being very skittish, sappho actually is very comfortable with hannibal and likes it when he handles her.
She likes sitting on his shoulder while he reads or plays the piano
He loves spending time with her since it's so incredibly unusual for a spider to be this affectionate and comfortable
Not to mention shes just jaw droppingly gorgeous
Clarice doesnt mind his spiders and shows some curiosity for them, though shes still pretty spooked by them
Hannibal has tried to get her to fight her fear by letting her try feeding his spiders
She would hold a hissing cockroach in some long tongs and hold it up to his martinique pink toe tarantula named Coral
Her hands shook a lot but she tried to stay steady. Hannibal would encourage her and hold her hand.
Coral pounces on the roach making clarice jump with a yelp but she managed to hold steady enough that she didnt disturb Coral
She released the tongs and stumbles back, eyes popping out of her skull
H: Easy easy! You did it!
He catches her and holds her tight as she waits for her pulse to return to a slightly safer speed
She laughs after a few seconds at her dramatic reaction and hugs hannibal from the side to which he happily reciprocates
After a moment of laughter hannibal goes over to check on coral
Shes sitting at the entrance to her burrow, happily slurping away at the now dead cockroach
He smiles and closes her enclosure
H: you did quite well. Shes very happy with her meal.
C: oh I'm glad, I slaved away at it with my blood sweat and tears. (She laughs)
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wictin · 3 months
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ok to those this reaches i need opinions!!!!1
SoTL (Silence of The Lamb) — A CoTL (NariLamb(?) ..maybe.) fic I’ve been meaning to work on for a WHILE. To put it simply, it’s a mute Lamb AU. Narinder’s power is much more limited and that unfortunately includes healing. Sort of an Achilles’ heel type thing. Hooray!
File Recovery — Inscryption fic, pretty much an alternate ending where Luke fixes everything and lives happily with P03. They’re gay. (Chapter 1 is out on my AO3 LOL)
Read a fic — Probably was going to read Rehabilitation of Death or Red Star Rising- I plan to eventually buuuut I wanted to get some other views. :3c
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