this is for @ilgaksu who fed me ideas in the night like i’m some kind of fic-writing gremlin. this can be considered a spiritual sequel to this
“This is your fault,” Andrew says in Russian, utterly impassive as he watches yet another nameless minion scuttle across the living room set. Said minion, feeling Andrew’s gaze on him, scuttles faster.
“You agreed to this,” Neil reminds him, like he hasn’t just been thinking the same thing in Andrew’s direction.
Kerry, the reporter, looks between them. “I hope you’re saying something sweet right now.”
*because until these two get back on the same side of the fucking glass where they belong I’m obsessing over every tiny piece of prison minutiae*
tiny bit of body-language I had to gif: Will’s hands automatically and unconsciously mirroring Hannibal’s before he can stop himself / Hannibal’s very consciously being right up frontas close to the glass (and therefore to Will) as he can physically get them.
Some rough concepts for Flareon and Jolteon gijinkas that I made into item sets for Gaia Online. I wanted something warrior/berserker to compliment Flareon’s high attack stat and a casual punky feel for Jolteon who looks like he might have sticky fingers. 8D
Anyone who has spent five seconds with me ever:
yes you love zevran, we know, you love zevran so much, he's the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love zevran, we KNOW, you love zevran you fucking love zevran okay we know, we get it, YOU LOVE ZEVRAN. WE GET IT.