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shegatsby · 10 months

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Hi, how are you? Please don't judge or kill me! Please, I don't condone this kind of behaviour. So, I have a request about Mads Mikkelsen's character Le Chiffre from Casino Royale.

So Female!Reader's father won against Le Chiffre his money at the casino.

To take revenge, Le Chiffre kidnaps Reader to get revenge on her father. Warning:Kidnapping, Non-con.

Please don't kill me, I don't condone this behaviour.!!! <3<3<3

A/N; Thank you for this request I sure had fun writing it ;) It got longer than i expected but hey, who cares. love you all.

Warnings; Kidnapping, smut, minors get the fuck out or else!

The only reason why you followed your father to Montenegro was to unwind from stressful year at the university. He said he had some business to attend to and he offered you a most generous holiday which you didn’t hesitate to indulge in. First few days were relaxing, you joined a yoga class, got several massages, swam in the sea and also at the pool, however, tonight would be the night to switch things up.

Your father said he was going to gamble at a casino, the hotel you stayed in was infamous for its illegal businesses such as gambling. Your father said it could be fun to have you there with him, he liked to show off his intelligent and siren looking daughter and to distract the gamblers.

Your dress was long and red, the fabric was satin, so smooth on your skin, the dress had a slash on your left side, up to your thigh. Hair let loose, red nails and red lips.. you were the walking femme fatal that night.

You entered the room with your dad, a soft 20s music was playing at the casino, yellow lights and dark green chairs, couches made the place look vintage, there were bodyguards at each door.

As you walked together you saw him

He was among his ‘’friends’’ or people he did business with. He was covered in black, which made him look manly and dangerous. His silver watch was shining under the yellow lights, you noticed that he had no ring, could be single. He was laughing at one of their jokes when he lifted his gaze and he saw you entering. His expression changed in a second, the way he looked at you up and down didn’t go unnoticed. His left eye twitched and he looked away, from afar you could see there was something in his left eye, looked like a nasty scar. It made you curious about him, because the way he dressed and held himself showed you that he had men to do the dirty work but maybe, time to time he liked to get his hands dirty… why were you so interested in a man who seemed older than you all of a sudden? You were here to enjoy your holiday and do a trick with our dad. Ever since you hit the age 18 your dad started to take you to casinos when he wanted to gamble, and you came up with this thing where you flirt with other gamblers to distract them, it worked usually because of weak nature of men.

Your father guided you to the bar to get drinks, there was still 20 minutes till the game started so he ordered you something and you gracefully took your place to observe the environment. ‘’Excuse me love, I have to use the restroom.’’ Your father announced and left, you were enjoying your drink and listening to the soft tunes when you felt a presence next to you. You looked up to see your father but you were surprised. That man with the scar was sitting next to you, ‘’Hello.’’ He said looking at you, he wasn’t shy showing his scar, it was infact nasty but you didn’t shy away, you directly looked into his eyes, you innocently smiled, for some strange reason you liked the scar, it suited him perfectly. His plump lips formed into a dangerous smile, ‘’Allow me to accompany you while you wait for your partner.’’ His tone was questioning, he ordered two drinks, ‘’He is my father. Not so smooth are you Mister?’’ he chuckled at your boldness, he extended his hand, ‘’Le Chiffre. And you are?’’

You accepted his hand, he had a strong grip, ‘’Ms. Y/N Y/L/N.’’ he gave a small peck on your hand, predator disguised as a gentleman. ‘’I assume you are here to accompany your father?’’ you took a sip from your cocktail, ‘’Correct. I didn’t want to leave him alone, plus, I’m his lucky charm.’’

‘’Good girl.’’ His eyes never left yours, you wondered if he could see from his scarred eye, of course you didn’t ask. With his comment you could feel heat rising up to your cheeks, thankfully your father came.

‘’Le Chiffre?’’ your father asked in a not so kind matter, ‘’Mr. Y/L/N,’’ he greeted your father with the same icy cold courtesy. ‘’Long time no see.’’ Your father said, ‘’Looking forward to see you at the game with your,’’ he looked at you, ‘’lucky charm.’’ His hand went to his pocket to get his silver inhaler and bid you goodbye. You didn’t understand the tension that they had, maybe it was because of the competitive business life.

Soon the game started, your father’s instructions were simple, wait for Le Chiffre to make a bold move and distract him, it was an old game of yours.

You were like a hawk watching the table from afar, your fingertips circling around the cocktail glass, you saw that it was his turn to make a move and you bolted to your feet. Your heels were making powerful sounds on the marble floor and you saw him looking up as he was shaking the dice in his big palm, your eyes never left his dangerous ones, he wasn’t ready the dice unintentionally fell from his palm, you saw the pure anger written on his perfectly shaped face as you got on the elevator you could hear your father’s victorious laugh.

You didn’t join your father, who was celebrating the big cash he just won. You were in your hotel room, just out of the shower and moisturized. You couldn’t help but think of Le Chiffre, was that money important to him? Did your father and he had a history? You needed a spa night. Since it was late you didn’t mind leaving your hotel room only in a long robe and nothing else, the halls were quiet, no workers around which was strange. You didn’t mind, the spa was at the top floor so you pressed the button and waited, after few floors two men who were dressed in black joined. When you reached the top floor something felt fishy with the situation but you couldn’t turn back to your room now so you decided to stick with the plan. Your steps were quick on the marble floors, you finally saw someone who was attending the spa area and you informed them, they smiled and showed you to one of the cabins. You were alone, thankfully. You just sat and closed your eyes to relax, the steam helped you calm your mind, well, it was too calming and soon you were asleep.

You slowly started to feel your body again, your eyelids felt so heavy but a sudden panic made you open your eyes, you weren’t at the spa, you were at a bedroom.. that wasn’t yours.

As you lifted your body with the help of your shaky hands you heard a voice which was familiar, ‘’Slow down, you are still recovering.’’ Someone, a man, sat on the edge of the bed and you could feel his hand on your small back. You looked up to see him and it was Le Chiffre, but why was he here?

‘’Wh-‘’ your throat was dry, ‘’Here.’’ He offered you a glass of water, you were hesitant but thirst clenched your being so you drank with his help. ‘’Good girl.’’ He said when you drank the whole glass.

You were coming to your senses so you pushed yourself away from him, your back resting on the headboard of the bed, ‘’You might be wondering why you’re here-‘’

‘’Might?!’’ you replied. Cleary not amused, ‘’As you can remember your father won a significant amount of money, thanks to your help, I want that money back.’’

‘’So you kidnapped me?!’’ you could feel anger boiling, ‘’Smart one aren’t you. Until that money is returned you are my-‘’

‘’Hostage.’’ You sarcastically said, ‘’guest.’’ He answered, ‘’It had been 5 hours since you were taken You must be hungry. Come.’’ He extended his hand but you refused, as you quickly stood up you got dizzy so he grabbed your waist, his scent filled your nostrils. He smelled good.

You couldn’t protest because it was hard for you to walk so with his help you left the room. You weren’t at the hotel anymore, it was a mansion. Was this his house? You walked down the stairs, all you could see was an astonishing house with large paintings and furniture. He took you to the dining room where breakfast waiting for you both. Your stomach growled, he chuckled and helped you to your chair. ‘’Why can’t you just win the money back? There is another game tonight.’’ You asked, looking at the breakfast. You had to keep your calm in order to survive because you didn’t know what was he capable of. ‘’I don’t have for another game and I don’t like taking chances.’’

You laughed sarcastically, ‘’Says the man who was gambling last night.’’ You drank the orange juice, it was tasty. ‘’I was going to win. Until I got distracted by a certain beauty.’’ His comment made you blush so you didn’t look at him, ‘’Is it scary to look at me love?’’ he sounded hurt, ‘’I understand if it is the case.’’ You didn’t care about the scar so you looked straight at him, ‘’There we go.’’ He smiled, ‘’Now, finish your breakfast, I have plans for us.’’

You didn’t know his plan but you had to play along, you finished your breakfast as he commanded so, it was delicious anyways and you were almost sure there was no poison. He looked at your finished plate, you could see a small smile forming on his plump lips, they distracted you, ‘’Well done.’’ You noticed that he kept giving you praises, which was your weak spot but he didn’t know.. or did he?

He stood up, extended his big hand, ‘’Shall we?’’

You thought he was going to torture you, lock in his basement, feed you to his dogs but instead he took you on a stream in the mountains, he said he liked to come here, swim and make plans for his business, he said the water calms his nerves and keeps him connected to mother nature. Before you left his mansion a maid came to give you a bag with everything you need, a bathing suit, towels, sunglasses, sunscreen, you name it. Le Chiffre didn’t need changing, he just took off his shirt and jumped into the stream, you thought he wanted to give you privacy so you quickly changed into your bathing suit, it was red, a color he choose but you had no idea. Once you changed you placed one of the towels on the grass and sat, started to put sunscreen on your legs, arms, ‘’Need a hand?’’ you heard his serpent voice, tempting and you looked up to see him, on the edge, his broad arms supporting his body by leaning into the ground, ‘’Yes, thank you.’’ Two can play the games, you thought. The way he jumped up to the shore, his arms and legs flexing did something to your core. You had to exhale the breath you were holding, without a word he sat behind you, put some sunscreen in his palm and started to rub your back. You literally held onto grass under your hands, his calloused hands trying to be gentle but you could sense the certain urge to go deep, and rough.

‘’When I first saw you at the casino,’’ he began, ‘’I thought to myself, I must have this girl somehow.’’ He wasn’t shy at all, ‘’I guess Universe finally decided to give me a break and let me have one good thing.’’ It was obvious that his life was difficult, and seeing you as something good made you blush.

You turned to face him, his eyes were hoping for something, something tangible and you decided.

You leaned in to give him a kiss which he gladly took, his lips were so full and soft, his big hands went to caress your face, as the kiss got heated you followed his movements, he made you lay on your back, your legs invited him by opening. When he bit your neck you moaned, he pulled away, ‘’Did I hurt you?’’ he was out of breath, the genuine curiosity could be seen in his eyes and you almost cried. ‘’No, keep going.’’

He kissed you again, you could feel his hard member between your legs, there was no going back.

His hand went to dip into your wetness and he moaned into your mouth, he pulled away to give kisses to your face and neck, ‘’just how I imagined.’’ He said as he started to rub your clit, your arched your back, his sweet torture was driving you mad. ‘’Do you want this?’’ he looked to see any sort of discomfort on your face but all he found was flushed cheeks, lust written in your eyes, mouth slightly parted. ‘’Yes,’’ you said, ‘’please’’ he grinned.

His fingers pushed the fabric away, he quickly got rid of his short and gave himself few pumps, you couldn’t help but notice how big he was.

He rubbed his tip into your folds, making you whimper, ‘’pleasee’’ you said whining, ‘’Please what, lucky charm?’’ you couldn’t help but moan deeply, ‘’Please fuck me, ever since I saw you last night I wanted you to bend me over and fuck me raw.’’ Well, it wasn’t a lie, he had a strange aura to him.

Your confession startled him at first, Le Chiffre, even though he didn’t want to admit, he had insecurities thanks to the scar on his face, ladies usually went for his colleges, not him. Hearing you openly admit to want him turned him on, he was planning on to be gentle with you but after what you said, that wasn’t an option anymore, he had to have you and keep you all to himself.

Your legs wrapped around him and he inserted himself with one thrust, you screamed in pain at first because it had been a while, ‘’Look at me.’’ He was deep inside you, you could feel his pubic hair tickling your skin. You meet his eyes and he started to move, you knew after this session you would have sore thighs, but you didn’t want him to stop. He stretched you out perfectly, ‘’Open your mouth.’’ And you did, he spit in your mouth, bit your lower lip, gave you multiple hickies.

Your fingers locking in his hair, you’ve never heard a man moan like him before, it made you clench around him again and again. You wetness and the sounds you make was heaven for him, of course he had multiple partners before but they all seemed fake, artificial, on the other hand you were screaming, tears in the corner of your eyes, you looked perfect. He sucked on your clothed nipples, gave them slaps, you were close and each sucking and slapping made you see stars, you liked his roughness. ‘’Come on my cock princess, let me feel it, come on.’’ He knew you were close and his praises pushed you over the edge, he followed behind.

His head fell to the crook of your neck, both of you were breathing heavily, ‘’I can’t let you go, not after this.’’

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heuimagines · 2 months

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📌 info post!

Welcome 2 our page! This blog is modded by 2 guys who have an abnormally large amount to say about Hannibal. And the Hannibal Extended Universe. And Mads Mikkelsen.

Important warnings:

Aside from canon-typical violence, we will post NSFW and potentially triggering topics, always with warnings on the post b4 the content. That being said there should also be plenty of tamer, SFW posts.

What we post:

Basically any scenario related to anything from Mads or Hugh’s filmographies! Solo character scenarios, reader insert scenarios (like a TON lol), character ship scenarios, etc. Posts could be 1 or 2 sentences or thousands of words, bulleted lists of headcanons or fully fleshed out narrative.

Basically, think of this page as an HEU variety show.

That’s it for now!

Expect mod intros at some point, but since neither of us use tumblr very often who knows when that’ll happen. Thanks sm 4 reading nd have a great rest of ur day ^^ - mod 🫀

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ecoamerica · 25 days

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lettalady · 1 year

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Imagine Le Chiffre being obsessed with a girl and decide to kidnap her.

Nonnie, this is not helping my Mads infatuation in the slightest. In. The. Slightest. ( And ILY for it )

"E dashur, the more you struggle the tighter those bonds will get."

Yes you understand the warning he's offering but you're not quite done trying to struggle your way free of this situation. You just wanted a peek inside the fabulous building that you couldn't afford to stay in let alone play in. Just a little look-see before wandering down the beach further.

"If you promise not to run again, I might consider simply locking you in."

Locking you in? No. No thanks. But then maybe yes please. If it means the guards are on the other side of the door and you're left to your own devices in the lavish room.

You're so not dressed for this place.

Him, on the other hand: the black on black suit makes him seem to almost disappear into the deep blue-black sky when he steps between you and the balcony window. "I have business to attend to. Be good, yes?"

He's probably waiting for you to respond. Maybe looking for a nod. Probably expecting you to argue. You just blink at him, trying to weigh your options. Your ankle hurts from trying to run in impractical shoes and being thrown unceremoniously towards the lounge chairs that looked lovely and definitely weren't as comfortable as they seemed.

Nothing in this place was as it seemed.

"Good." He takes your silence as acceptance. "It may be late when I return. I'll send dinner up."

Oh. Ok. Food and time by yourself to mull over what you walked yourself into by way of curiosity. Wait. Uh. Did he say... is this his room??

Too late. The door is already shutting. There's the sound of the bolt being thrown along with a happy little electronic chirp announcing that you're locked in.

#imagine le chiffre #imagine mads mikkelsen #mads mikkelsen characters #le chiffre #mads mikkelsen #hello nonnie #cause I love saying: hello nonnie #oh nonnie we're in for it now #note that he didn’t untie your hands. smart man. or simply doesn’t trust

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theartofimagining13 · 1 year

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Imagine:

Being kidnapped by Donaka Mark and Le Chiffre.

{ Submited by: Anon }

#Submission #Unfaithful Fridays #Imagine Le Chiffre #Imagine Donaka Mark #Le Chiffre #Donaka Mark #Imagine

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nwheregirl · 7 months

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My content is usually for Keanu Reeves and his characters, but @gea-chan96 requested some Mads Mikkelsen’s characters as yanderes and, being one of my favourite actors, I couldn’t say no! So…

P.s. I apologise for the delay, but my personal life kept me away from tumblr. For this reason, I will close requests and just write whenever I feel like it.

YANDERE MADS MIKKELSEN CHARACTERS (DARK CONTENT, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, MAYBE TYPOS!):

-Would marry you, then show you their yandere side:

I imagine them being very elegant, old-fashioned men. Yes, they are still violent but they would never show that side to their lovely wife. Being rich, and having everything always ready for them, they would probably court you and take you to dates until you naturally fall in love with them. After your marriage, they would start to show how possessive and jealous they can be. They would probably make you move into an isolated house, with all the luxury of course… kept away from the outside world, like a bunny in a cage. They would spoil you like a princess and if you dare to show sadness towards this lifestyle, they would make you feel guilty. The only time they give away their true nature, is in the bedroom.

A little bonus: with Le Chiffre, 007 would notice the toxicity of your marriage… it’s up to you to decide to stay with your husband, or run away with James Bond.

-Would kidnap you:

These two are both very carnal and violent man: the only difference is that, while Nigel is completely unhinged, do to being a street mob boss, Hannibal has to keep a certain type of composure. The cannibal who take the whole kidnapping process very slow: making you trust him, becoming your therapist, even. And only then, he would tie you up in his cell… keeping a close to the meat… just to scare you even more.

Nigel doesn’t need all of that: he stalks you, tries to understand your routine for a few weeks and then, when you’re finally walking home alone…it’s over, baby.

-Would use black magic on you to make you fall in love, be completely obsessed with him, adore and serve him:

I mean… I’m not sure if in the universe of Dr Strange doing this type of magic is possible… let’s just pretend it is. He’s a sorcerer, right? And a villain, so an evil one. He doesn’t need anything but his Book of Shadows and his hands to make you fall in love with him. And that’s exactly what happens: you were supposed to be Dr Strange’s apprentice… but for some reason, you betrayed him and teamed up with Kaecilius. When Stephen understood why, and what had happened… it was too late, you had already made a blood path with your “lover”.

#mads mikkelsen #mads mikkelsen characters #kaecilius #le chiffre #nigel #hannibal #duncan vizla #jürgen voller #yandere #nwheregirl made this #x reader #reader insert

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aresthelostboy · 8 months

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Requests

Rules:

No female reader

No female characters

This is all gay shit

Seriously, I won’t be answering shit like ‘x fem!reader’ or anything

Might do FTM reader

No NSFW

I do poly!couples (from the same fandom)

I do angst, fluff, suggestive, headcannons, imagines, fics and such

Fandoms:

Metal Family (Dee, Glam)

Tokyo Ghoul (Uta, Nishio, Juuzou, Shuu, Ayato)

Twilight (Carlisle, Jasper, Aro, Caius, Marcus, Emmett, Alec)

Vampire Diaries (Damon, Klaus, Elijah, Kol, Finn)

Horror (Predator, Michael, Ghostface (Billy and Stu), Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Deacon Frost, Eric Draven, Leatherface, Pyramid Head, Hannibal, etc.) If the character you want isn’t there, you can always request and find out.

The Boys (Homelander, Black Noir, Lamplighter, The Deep)

Kingsman (Agent Whiskey)

Creepypasta (Jeff the Killer, BEN Drowned, EJ, LJ, Jason the Toymaker, Bloody Painter, Ticci Toby, Candy Pop, etc.) If the character you want isn’t there, you can always request and find out

Resident Evil (Heisenberg, Leon Kennedy)

Spider-Man (Hobie, Pavitr, Miguel)

Call of Duty (Ghost, König)

American Horror Story (James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Tate Langdon, Dandy Mott)

Obey Me (Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Leviathan, Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos)

Helluva Boss (Moxxie, Blitzø, Stolas, Striker, Fizzaroli, Asmodeus)

Other: Le Chiffre, Howl Pendragon, Jonathan Crane, SCPs, Billy Hargrove, Sally Face…

If a specific character isn’t here, please feel free to ask but be aware that I may either not know the character or dislike writing for them!

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justjams2003 · 1 year

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I’ll take care of you

Okay so, the person who requested this, asked for it like 2 weeks ago I think. I feel so bad for making them wait for so long TT. I do have several excuses of course but I don’t think that they’d like to hear them. Also I like finished writing it and then I reread the requist and I did like half of it wrong so then I redid it. Um so yeah, sorry for making you wait. I hope it is what you wanted, made the wait worth it :)

Pairing: Le Chiffre x reader

Summary: Your gambling father actually won a poker match against Le Chiffre himself. In a bout of anger, Le Chiffre makes sure to get his revenge

Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, mood swings, blood tears, praising, degrading, p in v, tell me if I missed any

Word count: 2,4k

Gambling is a dangerous game. And you're a beautiful girl. One almost everyone sought after. Your father would bring you to his poker matches, he'd call you his secret weapon. It made you uncomfortable, but he's a scoundrel. Someone who begs and grovels and will look for the fastest way possible to make a quick buck.

Most of the time, it worked. He'd ask you to wear your most revealing dress and when you walked in the room, he'd be able to figure out what his opponents tell. It's just plain dirty and low of him. Using his own daughter like that. He doesn't care though; he made his money.

However, this isn't most of the time. Your father has got himself into quite the trouble this time. Somehow, he'd landed a gambling match with Le Chiffre himself. Of course, others are there but that doesn't really matter too much.

This is your dear old dad's last buy in, and he's racked up quite the debt. It's only him, Le Chiffre and one other. He feels like he's sweating like nothing before. The Albanian man's stare is like a laser cutting through his bones. Finding all the little secrets and knowing exactly what his cards are. He's 3 million in debt to him already. If he loses this round, it's another 3.

Now's the time, like you've rehearsed so many times. Your dress has a slit running all the way up to your hip, exposing skin and leaving the imagination excited. Your back is entirely open, and your front fabric is held up by barely a few strings.

Your hips away as you walk in, and you grab a champagne from the first waiter you can find. You go over and whisper something in your dad's ear. Something unimportant, what is important is that Le Chiffre seems to lock his jaw. His eyes roam every part of your body.

You feel hot, you never do, this is normal to you. But the way the scar on his eyes gives him this aura of danger that makes you slick. Not to mention his eyes don't even bother to look at your cleavage. They stare into your soul, grasping you and begging you to come just a little closer.

No, you mustn't. You must stay true to your father. He does all this for you, yes? Or at least that is what you tell yourself. You sit down, crossing your legs and making sure your slit shows off as much as your leg as you can.

The game goes on. It doesn't look like this distraction tactic has worked much. Your dad looks to be bleeding chips, he still has no clue what Le Chiffre’s tell is and the other man has already given up. Even winning though, the Albanian man still is pouring his heat onto you.

Your father is down to his last few thousand. His leg is bouncing, and sweat is pouring from him. “I can smell you,” Le Chiffre leans over and whispers to him. Trying to save him just an ounce of his dignity. “I tell you what. You lose this and I’ll let you keep 3 million.”

Your only parental figure lets out a huge sigh, “Thank you, thank you so much.” He’s practically praising the man for his kindness, Le Chiffre himself. “But I have a condition.” He continues but unfortunately at that point you couldn’t hear much else.

Annoyingly the waiter kept bothering you and by the time you shoe’d him off, your father called you over. You thought this was another tactic of his. You saunter over, making sure to accentuate your hips. “My dear how old are you?” He asks, caressing your arm.

You give your best most innocent smile, “I just turned 18,” you flutter your eyelashes at the older men. He seemed to swallow his breathe there and then. His eyes avoid you, everyone, they’re glued to the floor. “Well then.” He bites his lip and again he sighs.

Then he waves his hand over to Le Chiffre, “You belong to this man now.” Your eyebrows furrow and air escapes from your mouth in disbelief. “Belong to him?” You scoff again and look from your father, then to the other Albanian man and then back to dad.

“Yes, I’ve sold you to get rid of the debt I’ve racked up.” He explains still not being able to look you or his opponent in the eyes. The man, whom you’ve seen for the first time this evening and honestly don’t even know the name to, gives a vicious smirk.

There are no words that can even find their way out. That isn’t legal, is it? Though, none of this is legal in any case. If you were to go to the police, you’ll most definitely be killed. By any of these men, they’re all rich by some degree and the fact that your father even found himself here is a miracle.

Though now it’s turning into a nightmare. Le Chiffre calls for the dealer that he’d like the cards to be shown. You hold your breath. This one moment defines it the rest of your life now. “Mr. Black wins.” Your heart races as your father throws out a matching three eights and Le Chiffre has nothing.

You two both jump up in joy, showing more emotion than anyone else in that room probably ever has. You give the man a smirk, who’s name you still don’t know. “Sorry mister, whatever your name is, looks like I’m staying all by myself.” You give him a smirk and you and your dad walk off to celebrate.

It’s the middle of the night and suddenly you can’t breathe. You can taste the dirty rag being pressed against your mouth. Even with open eyes you can’t see. You struggle but its big strong hands picking up. You can’t scream, you can’t see with the sack over your head.

Though soon enough it’s pulled off your head. The room has little light, and it definitely helps with the senses. There is no need for light though, the man with the scar over his eye is right in front of you. His bodyguards, presumably the people who stole you from your bed, scatter.

“You.” You narrow your eyes at him, the ropes burn your wrist. You feel exposed, your pyjamas don’t really count much considering it’s only your panties and a tiny, cropped tank top. You clench your legs trying to hide yourself at least just a bit.

“You lost. I’m not yours to own.” You almost bare your teeth at him, though you feel that might just anger him. He scoffs at this. “This is what you believe. But I saw you and you are mine. That is something that neither of us will question.”

He commands, stepping closer to you. He crouches down in front of you, his hand lands on your thigh. He bends over, his nose grazes your inner thigh making his way up to your stomach with a deep breath in. “You want it though; I can smell it.”

He smirks, it might just be true, his touch does things to you, his gaze but this is too much. Far too much and you feel uncomfortable, and you just want it to stop already. “No, no, it’s not true.” You shake your head and bite your lip to keep the tears at bay.

He coos at you; his other hand takes your chin in between his fingers to look you in the eyes. “You do want it, you showed me with your eyes. You were more than eager, practically jumping out of that little dress of yours.” He licks his lips thinking back to it.

“No, please, I-I was just flirting, my dad asked me to.” You beg him, shaking your head as the tears begin to fall. His hand begins to creep higher up your thigh. “Why would want to stay with a man like him? He shushes, wiping the tears off.

He goes behind the chair and unties your ropes. You try to fight back but already he has your hands in a tight grip. “No don’t fight.” You don’t listen of course and throw your limbs around. “I said not to fight, I will tie you back up, do not test me.” He commands, your hands burn from his constraint.

A sob racks through your body and you give into the pain. “Such a good girl, so good,” it doesn’t help, obviously. You’re not sure why he thinks it would. His hands find their way to your waist, what you don’t expect is for him to pick you up.

He places you, even if gingerly, on the bed. His tongue is up and down your neck, sucking here and there only causing more tears to flow from you. “I’m saving you. He didn’t care. I fucking care. Just fucking accept it.” He grunts out.

Then suddenly his mood changes again. “I’ll take care of you.” Now he’s soft and sweet again. He grasps you by the neck and forced his lips onto you. And when you refuse to kiss back, he grips your neck tighter to the point that it begins to burn.

That doesn’t part doesn’t break you though, it’s when you begin to feel your lungs burn as well. He does go up to breathe but even then, his hand around your throat is so tight, no air seems to enter your lungs. And finally, when he presses up against you, you give in.

“See? Doesn’t that feel good?” He smirks and nods and when you return the kiss again, he grinds his tight bulge against your crotch. Even if he has his hand wrapped around your throat, you can’t help but feel good. Your panties are wet, after all just earlier you did want to jump on him.

Your body moves without thought. Shoving yourself closer to him, to get more of that friction he’s craving as well. He groans out when you do this, letting go of your lips, still tasting your spit in his mouth.

He stands up, you think this is it. He’s letting you go. That’s all he wanted. Yet when he unbuttons his shirt, throwing it over your shoulder, you know it’s not true. You don’t know what to do, what to say. You scootch yourself up to the furthest point on the bed away from him.

You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to cover what rest of you that you have left. Though soon enough his pants and underwear drop. Showing his massive cock spring out. Already it’s oozing, he’s getting off on your shivering form.

He grasps his dick, giving it a few pumps. His eyes, half lid, look straight into yours. Again, it seems like he’s into your soul, he’s filled with lust. It feels as though he’s fucking you already. You look away, you feel yourself pulsing. You can hear him chuckle at this reaction you have.

You hear the drawer open, and your curiosity gets the best of you. You glance over just to be met with a knife in his hand. “No, no wait, please,” you begin to beg already. Only thoughts of the violent things he might do to you run through your mind.

He coos at you and climbs on the bed again. You begin to thrash and scramble but he grabs you by the ankle. He pulls you closer with such force that you’re laying down again. “Stop it, little girl. You were so good just now.”

He prods the knife against your neck. You gulp and nod, if you’re good he seems to be nicer. You nod, “I’ll be good, sir,” it’s almost ironic that you still don’t know his name. He hums and nods, “I like the sound of that.” He smirks and again he sucks on your neck.

Then he grabs the small straps of your shirt and cuts them off. Then shreds your shirt up, doing the same with your panties. You gasp at the cold metal. Fear laces your body every time the edge comes closer to your flesh.

He hums again, “Your skin is so soft.” You curse your body as your thighs clench together and your cheeks get dusted with blush. His eyes flick down to your bare pussy. He grabs your legs, right by your bum. Already lining himself up with your throbbing hole.

He doesn’t even bother to prepare me beforehand. He shoves right into you, you scream out, his size is just plain uncomfortable to begin with. He begins thrusting already, not even allowing time for you to adjust. He groans in your ears.

Holding your legs right up against his pelvic bone, making sure he’s all the way inside you. His lips attach themselves to any part of you he can find. He moves from your one nipple to the other. Unable to be able to keep his lips off you.

You can feel him inside you. His every grove and vein pressing as far as possible inside you. Your bodies are so tightly pressed up against each other, each thrust causes so much friction. Right up against your clit.

You can’t help but start to beg for more. “Please, please sir,” it just slips right out of your mouth. You’re bright red, and Le Chiffre gives a wicked smirk. “Please, what?” He asks, thrusting into over and over making it almost impossible to say something.

Though he’s going with such a force that soon enough he’s groaning and moaning in your ear. You can feel his hot and heavy seed mixing deep inside your body. You can see his muscles strain. And in the moment of pleasure and heat of his body, you feel your stomach tighten.

And on those last few pumps there is a release in your whole body. He rides out his high and you can feel his gaze on your shivering body. “You’re mine, yes?” He nods, guiding you to say yes.

After the exhaustion you see a single drop of red flow down his cheek. He slaps your ass, making sure you reply. To be honest, you’re in such awe, shock and exhaustion that the only reply you have is a meagre nod.

#le chiffre #le chiffre x reader #le chiffre x y/n #le chiffre x you #james bond #casino royale

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desperatelyseekingcannibals · 2 months

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Playing Games (Hannigram + Le Chiffre) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M, Multi // Hannibal/Will, Will/Le Chiffre (Casino Royale), background Le Chiffre/Adam Towers // Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Hannibal, Alpha Le Chiffre, Omega Will, multisex omega, established relationship, established Hannigram, cuckolding, consensual infidelity, doppelganger, role playing, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, rough sex, knotting, squirting, regret, praise kink, manipulation, everyone has a variety of feels.

Part 8 of the Plaything Series, sequel to Playtime and Roleplay

Will wants a threesome, Hannibal agrees as long as he can choose the other alpha.

Playing Games (2.7K words):

At first, as he knew he would, Hannibal had baulked at Will’s suggestion of a threesome.

It had taken weeks to plant the seed of the idea, whispering dirty suggestions into Hannibal’s ear as they fucked.

Imagine how tight I’d be for you if someone was in my ass whilst you’re fucking me.

Imagine how jealous they’d be if they had to watch you make me come.

Imagine what it would feel like to let them use me like a whore, even though you know I’m yours. Only yours.

And even then, as much as his cock twitched at the words as he rode him, Hannibal resisted.

“It’s not that you’re not enough, Alpha” Will reassured with a purr. “I just get so wet thinking about you watching me get fucked.”

“Hmm,” Hannibal huffed, “I never took you for someone interested in cuckolding.”

“Not cuckolding,” Will protested gently as he slid up and down Hannibal’s cock, “You always say how beautiful I look when I’m being fucked and I want to give you the optimum view.”

He felt Hannibal swell, and he pushed down hard, taking Hannibal’s knot inside him.

“I choose the alpha,” Hannibal said, holding Will’s hips as he began to fuck up into him.

Will nodded as he writhed and panted, meeting each thrust until Hannibal’s knot was buried deep and they were tied.

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Will picked up the note next to the bottle of champagne on the sideboard in the beautiful hotel room that Hannibal had booked for the occasion.

He would only let Will know the time and date that their tryst was to take place. No other details, and so far nothing had surprised Will - the opulent hotel, the exquisite suite, the champagne. Not even the note that told him that Hannibal would be arriving a little later, encouraging Will to have a glass of champagne and take a bath - make himself comfortable.

With a smile, Will did as bid.

He was towel drying his hair, dressed in a luxurious fluffy hotel robe, when he heard the door to the suite open.

“Bit overboard isn’t it?” He called out into the suite’s lovely reception room. “We could have gone to a hotel that charges by the hour.” Will chuckled as he walked out of the bathroom and immediately stopped-- finally surprised.

“Mr Graham, you look just like the photo your husband supplied.”

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#hannibal #hannigram #fanfic #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #will graham #hannibal lecter #myfic #omegaverse #alpha le chiffre #Chiffregram

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Tumblr Hack Week, édition janvier 2024

Plusieurs fois par an, nous mettons volontairement le holà sur nos activités habituelles afin que nos ingénieurs laissent libre cours à leur imagination. Et comme la dernière fois, ils ont pu consacrer une semaine entière à la recherche de fonctionnalités dont ils rêveraient en tant qu'utilisateur. À titre d'exemple, sachez que le Patio (dont le prototype avait été révélé lors de la précédente Hack Week de septembre 2023) s'est transformé en véritable expérimentation pour certains utilisateurs !

Découvrons à présent quelques-uns des projets émergeant de cette dernière Hack Week. Certains prototypes pourraient bien arriver sur le site…

Des Blocs et du texte en mode spoiler, et même du texte centré !

Le plus étonnant, c'est peut-être bien que nous ne disposions pas encore ces outils de mise en forme. Katie a donc décidé d'ajouter la possibilité de sélectionner une portion de texte d'un paragraphe afin de la masquer sous un voile noir, dont le contenu peut être révélé d'un simple clic/appui. Avec ça, fini le spoil ! Encore mieux : un nouveau bloc Spoiler fait aussi partie du prototype signé Katie, et, enfin, la possibilité de centrer les textes en cerise sur le gâteau.

Une multitude de nouveaux avatars par défaut

Nos avatars par défaut n'avaient pas bougé d'un iota depuis de nombreuses années (certains se souviennent probablement de celui-ci, qui a déjà plus de 10 ans). Ces avatars nous semblaient avoir bien vécu et ils méritaient un petit ravalement de façade… Alors, à mesure que l'équipe Design les remodelait, Paul en a réalisé toute une nouvelle panoplie avec un tas de variations s'accordant harmonieusement avec la dernière palette de couleurs Tumblr. Vous trouverez ci-dessous quelques-uns de ces bien jolis nouveaux venus, et sachez qu'il en existe encore davantage utilisant d'autres jeux de couleurs :

Notifications et e-mails précisant l'engagement suscité par vos billets

Cette idée va plaire aux adorateurs des chiffres et de la section Trafic de leurs blogs. Daniel, @jesseatblr et l'équipe Flux & Apprentissage machine ont travaillé de concert pour concocter de nouvelles notifications Push et e-mail. Leur objectif ? Indiquer aux utilisateurs la teneur de l'accueil réservé à leurs billets sur Tumblr : combien de fois ont-ils été vus et par combien de personnes distinctes. Nous disposions d'ores et déjà de ces outils de mesure (et plus encore) pour les billets Blaze, mais pourquoi réserver ces informations à ces seuls billets ? Elles peuvent en effet s'avérer très pratiques pour les créateurs désireux de mieux connaître leur audience.

Une nouvelle façon de naviguer sur le Web : la Palette de commande

D'autres applications disposent déjà d'une "palette de commande" utilisable via des raccourcis clavier et donnant ainsi rapidement accès à diverses fonctionnalités de la plateforme. Ainsi, en s'inspirant du sélecteur d'action existant notamment sur Slack ou Discord, Kelly et Paul ont décidé d'incorporer une fonctionnalité semblable sur Tumblr ! Utiliser CTRL/COMMAND + K sur une version interne du site ouvre une Palette de commande permettant d'accéder à votre blog, à la page Trafic, à vos dernières conversations, à la Recherche (et la liste est encore longue), juste du bout des doigts.

Voilà qui conclut cette dernière édition.

Alors, avez-vous vu quelque chose d'intéressant ?

N'hésitez pas à nous faire part de vos attentes ou remarques dans les réactions ! Et pensez bien à suivre l’@equipe pour savoir si ces ingénieuses idées apparaîtront pour de bon sur Tumblr. 👋

#nouveautés #tumblr hack week

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Hellooo I thought I might bang out some incoherent thoughts following your post about the influx of Blanc fans who hate Bond (or think they do because they've never actually bothered to watch any of the films) since I can't sleep :). I mentioned in my reply to your post earlier that a lot of people can't handle the idea of being emotionally invested a piece of media where the main character is morally ambiguous which genuinely annoys/terrifies me. It would be interesting to get a sense of how you/others actually became Bond fans in the first place and some of the reactions you get from people if you tell them. I get that part of the appeal for Benoit is that he's a bit of a blank slate. You can really project whatever you want onto him because he intentionally doesn't have many defining characteristics, other than the fact that he's queer and has a killer wardrobe. He's always in control of every situation he's in as well as his emotions and understandably, he makes you as a viewer feel safe. Like I get that and I love him dearly but he's also ripe for a certain kind of fan to be really really annoying. I also remember during the glass onion press tour when Edward Norton would always say in interviews that he thought Daniel was more Blanc than Bond in real life and when someone told Daniel about that he was basically like "what the fuck is Ed on about??" which I thought was hilarious. Not to read too deeply into it but I genuinely feel like so much of what he brought to Bond comes from his soul and I always got the sense that his Bond films are deeply personal, which is why they have us out here crying and throwing up. Anyway, thank you for all you have given to the Bond/00Q/Daniel Craig enjoyer community, you are truly a gem <3

I became a Bond fan when I was about twelve and my mother decided moderating film content for a girl about to enter high school was a useless endeavour. Pierce Brosnan was my first Bond. It was the gadgets that hooked me in, mostly, but I grew up after that point watching the films and loving them. Casino Royale was the first one I ever saw in cinema and I'll never forget the tension during that poker game with Le Chiffre. You could really hear the audience's teeth grinding with the stress lol.

I've never really heard any adverse reactions from people when I tell I'm a fan of Bond, but that might be because Daniel Craig's interpretation of the character seems to have lent the films a certain credibility that people aren't as willing to extend to the previous films. At worst, people think it's a bit naff that I like them, which...yeah sure. It probably is! But cringe culture is dead and I am enough of a critical thinker to enjoy problematic or morally ambiguous content without believing any of it should happen in real life. For instance, I think had there been a real public inquiry into intelligence services like M faced in Skyfall, I would probably take the side of the opposition. But it's Bond, so I was cheering M on while she quoted Tennyson.

The best way I can sum my thoughts on Daniel Craig and Bond is to refer to the lovely Ben Whishaw, who said in this interview that Daniel was remarkably clever in the ways he managed to bring the franchise into the twenty-first century, while still being aware of the history of it.

Interestingly, he also said there actually is a lot of Daniel in Bond's character, which is something I was delighted to hear him point out. I mean, Daniel Craig will be the first to admit that he doesn't want to be anything like Bond (see this post for an example and a laugh). Yet, he manages to capture the really vulnerable core of Bond under all that masculine posturing. In the end, Bond has accepted that life isn't all about duty to your country. Love, friendship and family are the things that make you feel steady even when you feel like you're about to tear yourself apart. I can't imagine any previous iteration of Bond managing to carry off that message in a believable way. And I think it happened because Daniel Craig had an incredible, unprecedented amount of creative control over the character.

I'm sure the Knives Out films gave Daniel a wonderful reprieve from having to carry all that literary and film history, but he's so proud of those Bond films, and has said so over and over, even when he's been frustrated with the toll on his body and his personal life. They're great films, and, oddly enough, I think people are only realising it now that his era is over. I hope more people dive into them and see the passion he had for that role, even with all of its ups and downs.

The last thing I'll say is that some fans have a tendency to project their own joys, frustrations and preferences onto actors, assuming that they are, in some way, facsimiles of the characters they play. At the end of the day, Daniel Craig simply doing his job. The characters are brilliant because he is brilliant. It's not real life.

Anyway, I'll continue stanning both Bond and Blanc! Thanks for the ask, friend!

#It has taken me an appallingly long time to get around to this sorry!#add thoughts and opinions if you like #either on the post or in my inbox #james bond #daniel craig #long post

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🐓 LA FRANCE : DEUXIÈME PLUS GROS VENDEUR D'ARMES MONDIAL

- Bombarder plus pour gagner plus -

C'est à la fois un record et une honte mondiale. La France est désormais le deuxième plus gros exportateur d'armes du monde.

Notre pays est sur le podium des marchands de mort depuis des années, à la troisième place, entre la Russie et la Grande Bretagne. En 2022, profitant de la montée des tensions militaires mondiales, la France passe deuxième dans le business de la guerre.

Avec 27 milliards d’euros de ventes, c'est un record absolu. Ce montant pharaonique est dû, notamment, à la vente de 80 avions de guerre à la monarchie religieuse des Émirats Arabes Unis. Ce pays du golfe est l’un des premiers producteurs de pétrole au monde. Son dirigeant, Mohammed Ben Zayed Al-Nahyane, enferme les journalistes indépendants et a transformé l’État en Régime policier, avec une cybersurveillance généralisée et un quadrillage des villes par les caméras. Il était invité l'été dernier à l’Élysée par Macron, qui lui proposait d'importer du diesel ainsi qu'une loi pour relancer le charbon. On imagine qu'en échange, la vente de quelques Rafales a été négociée.

27 milliards d'euros de ventes d'armes sur un an, c'est 60% de plus que le précédent record, 16,9 milliards d’euros en 2015. Ce chiffre est aussi plus de deux fois supérieur à celui de 2021 qui était de 11,7 milliards d’euros.

Les exportations d’armes par la France avaient déjà bondi en 2018. Les principaux pays destinataires cette année-là : le Qatar, la Belgique et l’Arabie saoudite. La France vend aussi des armes au Yemen, où le régime massacre la population civile, causant l'une des plus grandes crises humanitaires de la planète.

L’Hexagone a toujours figuré depuis les années 1950 parmi les cinq premiers vendeurs mondiaux d’armes. Les ministres des armées sont devenus les VRP des grands marchants d’armes. Ils sillonnent le monde en avion pour aller vanter les mérites des bombes françaises, et se montrent dans les médias lorsqu’ils reviennent d’une dictature quelconque avec de gros chèques entre les mains.

Sébastien Lecornu se félicite d'ailleurs des ventes «de missiles, frégates, sous-marins, artillerie, hélicoptères, radars, satellites d’observation»… Pour le plus grand bénéfice des industriels de l'armement : Dassault, Thalès EADS ou jadis Lagardère. Qui pour certains investissent leurs profits en achetant des médias.

Cette orgie de ventes d'armes a lieu dans un contexte de montée en guerre, d'impérialisme agressif et de militarisation. Mardi 27 juin, Macron annonçait la construction d’un nouvel hôpital militaire à Marseille pour «préparer la France à une éventuelle guerre de haute intensité [...] pour pouvoir accueillir plus de militaires qui seraient touchés par des blessures très graves». Une inquiétante façon de préparer les esprits. En janvier, le gouvernement débloquait 413 milliards d’euros pour l’armée. En parallèle, le Service National Universel, un grand programme coûtant des milliards d’euros, est lancé pour embrigader les lycéen-nes dans l’idéologie militariste et nationaliste dès le plus jeune âge. Toujours plus d'argent pour la guerre, toujours moins pour les besoins vitaux de la population.

Les pauvres n’ont rien à gagner dans les conflits militaires des puissants et tout à attendre d’une paix mondiale entre les peuples, de l’abolition des États et des inégalités sociales.

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Source : https://www.challenges.fr/entreprise/defense/27-milliards-d-euros-la-france-devient-numero-deux-mondial-des-ventes-d-armes_862869

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I spent way too much time on this and got far too carried away, but the first comic 'Dossier Le Chiffre' is finally archived in a more or less pleasing manner! This link will take you to the first page and from there on you can just navigate by clicking the (hand-crafted) buttons above and below the image. I hope you like it! It's a fan comic of the 1954 Climax! version of Casino Royale (with Peter Lorre) where I imagined Le Chiffre's potential back story. It was a fun style experiment and I really enjoyed writing the captions next to each image. It first appeared on Instagram, but now I finally brought it together on this site in a nicer layout.

#neocities #web design #webcomic #peter lorre #casino royale 1954 #climax! casino royale #fanart #le chiffre #james bond

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Art and the Artist in Hannibal

Note: This post is back from 2014. I'd put it up on a Wordpress blog but that is not functional anymore, so I'm transferring it here.

I recently started watching Hannibal when I realised that Hannibal was played by Mads Mikkelsen, who also played Le Chiffre in Casino Royale. While I haven’t seen a lot of his work, I’d really like to. He’s a brilliant actor *cue heart eyes*.

I obviously had Anthony Hopkins’s epic Hannibal in my head when I started watching the series, and I was wondering how it would measure up. But two episodes into it, I realised that this Hannibal was different. I couldn’t put my finger upon how until his first two kills were revealed. He wasn’t just a cannibal or a psychiatrist–he was an artist.

While watching season 1, I kept wondering about Hannibal’s drive to kill–why he did it, what he gained out of it. I think I was approaching an answer when I told one of the two people I share this blog with about how he creates art, and what he creates brings beauty to the world.

In season 2, I think I finally came to the conclusion after that thing with Mason (no spoilers for you guys :P) that he’s not a psychopath who kills to see what happens. He doesn’t even manipulate people to protect himself. I think he sees himself as a creator of beauty, as someone who wants to be deeply entrenched in it. And he cannot tolerate the unbearable ugliness of the world. He doesn’t seek to kill people– he just intends to make the world a more beautiful place, and this is his drive.

“Occasionally I drop a teacup to shatter on the floor on purpose, and I’m not satisfied when it doesn’t gather itself up again.”

A lot of people have focused on shattering what is whole in the above line. They have established that his first impulse is to destroy than to create. But we forget that destruction isn’t different from creation. When he shatters the teacup, he’s creating something new, something that is beautiful in its shattered-ness, and I will always insist that his first impulse is creation of beauty. His dissatisfaction with something having to be destroyed for beauty to have formed is what I find really interesting. He seems to believe that beauty and wholeness cannot exist together, and therefore, he’d rather have beauty than wholeness.

I read somewhere that when he imagines a world where Will, Abigail and he can live in peace together; he seeks to move towards being a part of something that is whole. However, that whole is dirtied by Will’s (self-imposed) intention to break away from such a union. Abigail’s stabbing, then, does not remain a punishment for Will’s betrayal but also becomes an end to the whole. And this destruction is beautiful. Abigail is slashed poetically (like her father almost killed her, like Will dreamed of killing her), and Will is left gutted, literally, as well as with the gain and loss of Abigail.

I also think that it is very interesting how Mikkelsen chose to see such a character as an incarnation of Lucifer–a fallen angel. Hannibal can be called ‘fallen’ because of what he does, but he sees himself on par with the ultimate creator–God. He erases the ugliness God created in His flawed world and seeks to replace it with his own art.

In light of such a reading, Hannibal’s treatment of Mason might look out of place but I don’t think Hannibal thought that something like Mason could be turned into anything not-ugly and fit for human consumption (through eyes or through mouth). Mason is like plastic–the beauty in him comes out of his usefulness–to his consumers and to Margot.

Also, if you’ve noticed his art (not the one he creates in the kitchen) carefully, you’d have observed that the bodies were ‘displayed’, in the sense that they were offering themselves to be seen by others.

At first, I thought that they were displays for someone, maybe even God, or that they were sacrifices for someone (but that didn’t match with the rest of his profile). But it was only in season 2 when I could figure out that it wasn’t meant for someone– Hannibal channelled himself in the bodies he displayed, as if he were sayin:

"See what I created. This is my design."

#hannibal #mads mikkelsen #will graham #hugh dancy #the teacup shatters

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