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feralforestgoblinn · 6 months
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hafta crop this one too sorryyyyyeeeee go yell at t*mblr
uncensored on Patreon *shrug*
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buumbaby · 1 month
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its getting cold
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suchawrathfullamb · 3 months
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giving you guys the opportunity to headcanon away: how do you think hannibal and will would kiss each other, the first time? not the context or scene but the actual vibe of the kiss
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countlector · 1 year
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Woke up and can't believe I realized that two cannibals made me believe in soulmates.
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pwhale6 · 5 months
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and i oop- 👁👄👁
2022
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alicent-targaryen · 8 months
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YOU CARE FOR ME. I FEEL IT LIKE AN AX IN MY CHEST.
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zer0expektation · 8 months
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I just had a dream where murder family had a healthy and happy family dynamic and I feel like I'm gonna do something drastic like cry
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aceremuslupin · 10 months
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we talk a lot (rightfully so) about how obsessed with will hannibal is. but i really don't think we're spending nearly enough time on how utterly and painfully will is in love with hannibal, like, the whole time.
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boyquiet · 5 months
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a while ago me and danny were talking about how kaz is apparently married with a child at the time of mgs1 and yet was not discovered dead in his own home for three days. so we came to the simple conclusion of divorce. and then i wrote a lot of fic about it. I mean it makes sense to me that kaz would try to settle down and live a normal life with a normal woman and that it wouldn’t work out because he is the most abnormal person alive like how do you maintain a happy marriage with a man who’s still hung up on two guys he met thirty years ago. thinking about all the secrets he must have kept from his family and everything he kept from david about big boss and eli. i mean did any of them even know his real name. kazuhira you are insane and I want to study you under a microscope
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kissnpunch · 6 months
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i can see the softness of spiderbit/guapoduo but what’s the point of that when the island is falling apart? for sure they’re going insane together and supporting each other, is something about that even better than saying i love you every hour and they know.
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feralforestgoblinn · 7 months
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Melodramatic Sappy Hozier Song Lyric as Title (cropped)
... full on Patreon. xoxo
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carlyraejepsans · 1 year
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I get that bad metaposts are upsetting, but are you okay? I don't mean this in a mean way, just worried. Toriel isn't real
you could've dropped the last line, i can do without the condescension. thanks.
of course she's not real, but misogyny sure is. and this? this is downright evil. this is fascist manifesto "the good patriotic wife" level of hating women. i am not joking in the slightest.
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suchawrathfullamb · 7 months
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Hannigram Ficlet
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In the sunlit living room, golden hues bled through the sheer curtains, casting an amber glow dousing the space in warmth. The light danced on the air, painting patterns on the walls, like whispers of the day's end.
In a soft white tee, the fabric caressing his skin, and linen pants that draped with comfort and ease, Will sprawled on the large, burgundy sofa in languid grace. His attention on the crosswords booklet in his hands, absentmindedly chewing on the pen cap as he contemplated.
His legs stretched out across Hannibal's lap. Hannibal's fingers moved with a gentle precision, tracing patterns along the delicate curve of Will's bare feet.
His touch, a symphony of tenderness, a silent serenade that only they could hear. Hannibal's eyes remained closed, as if savoring a vivid dream just beyond reach. His head cradled by the back of the couch, his face in serene contentment.
The room held its breath, caught in the delicate balance of the moment. The sun's fading radiance painted a masterpiece through the window, casting long shadows that seemed to reach for their bodies on that couch, along Hannibal's linen shirt, the fabric yielding to his form like a second skin. His sleeves rolled up, a few buttons left undone, revealing a glimpse of warm, sun-kissed skin beneath.
He opens his eyes, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side to look at Will. Amusement in his gaze.
Returning his head to its comfortable repose against the back of the couch, Hannibal closed his eyes again, his smile carrying a gentle curve.
"Do these crosswords suffice to satiate that extraordinary, quenchless mind of yours?"
Never wavering from the booklet, Will offers a sardonic smile, his response carrying a tone of dry, nonchalant amusement.
"My mind doesn't need constant brutality to stay entertained, you know."
Hannibal responded with a soft chuckle, "I don't think it's the brutality that entertains you," he suggests.
In response, Will smiles and subtly shifts, wriggling his feet on Hannibal's lap, demanding a massage. Hannibal, attuned to this ritual, adjusted his posture and opened his eyes, ready to fulfill Will's unspoken request. His hands, skilled and knowing, cradled Will's feet with care, who sighed contentedly, his head finding a resting place on the arm of the sofa.
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star4daisy · 8 months
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The Devil in Your Eyes
I should be banned from writing at 2 am cuz I just can't resist the urges to make them insane anymore lol
Tw: mentioned cannibalism
“What did you think of it?” his voice was breathless.
Since Evan had admitted something to him that day, Barty felt like it was only fair to reciprocate with another truth. One that he hadn’t been able to admit even to himself prior to this.
"It was beautiful.” he could almost see the disposition of it, feel the satisfaction upon seeing the person who had thought they could mess with him being so carelessly treated as they died.
After the initial shock, Barty had to restrain the urge to approach Evan and hold the heart in his hands as they took a bite out of it side by side, maybe Evan would allow him to hold his hand.
Perhaps Barty would be lucky enough and their lips would touch around the organ, press against each other over it, and their tongues would dance together inside of it. He didn't mind, Barty would take Evan in whatever way he could get.
“So do you consider it a gift?” Evan’s eyes shined with satisfaction.
Barty started smiling madly, he couldn’t help it. “Well, we don’t have many options here, do we?” 
“Guess we ought to be creative then.” Evan’s smile was just as wicked as his, like another challenge had been issued in the air and he was merely waiting to see if his call would be answered.
New chapter out!!!!
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britcision · 2 years
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No one will ever persuade me that Shimin isn’t the softest, nicest member of the iron triangle
Yizhi’s down to murder anyone Zetian wants from the first page, men, women, children, innocents, anyone
He’s barely waiting for an excuse to go feral
He might be the most brutal of all three of them cuz Zetian and Shimin both had extremely good reasons to go apeshit
Whereas he sits off to the side in long, pretty, impractical sleeves like “hey I bet murder could solve this problem”
Yizhi was training to be a doctor, and yeah it’s because he wants to help people, and it’s how he’s able to properly care for Shimin and nurse him and Zetian back to health
But who do you think told Zetian and Shimin exactly how much boiling water Strategist An could take? What signs to look for if he was about to pass out? How to keep him lucid enough to talk?
Shimin has the raw power to rip people in half but he tries not to use it unless he has to; he doesn’t respond to personal attacks or threats in the cafeteria until Zetian is threatened (and he never objects when Zetian lays into him as cruelly as she can, fully expecting him to silence her)
Zetian… I’d say she mostly suffered from a lack of confidence until she got into a chrysalis, because if she could have beaten her enemies to a pulp in her human body I cannot imagine her hesitating
She was ready to slit a bitch’s throat in his sleep to make her point, and she wasn’t shy about contributing where she could to Shimin’s physical fights
Yizhi is the one who stayed home to make buns because he isn’t the famous pilot, he doesn’t have Shimin’s physicality or Zetian’s Aura of Fear; he wouldn’t have been as effective in the room, and someone had to have the cover ready
And, well, rich boys don’t need to get their own hands dirty
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regina-del-cielo · 1 year
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The 25th of April is the day Italy celebrates (or tries to) the Liberation from both the Nazi occupation and the fascist regime at the end of World War 2.
Today is the best day to rec this fic by superblackmarket, absolute legend of an author, who managed to put together three of the things closest to my heart: the Italian Resistance, Puccini's Nessun Dorma and Nicolò di Genova.
Enjoy
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