i want to eat him not in a cannibal but in a oh wait it is still a cannibal way

anonymous asked:

Do you think Will is aware that Hannibal is sexually interested in him? It's likely that he just assumes Hannibal's love for him is also platonic. And some signals can be mistaken into cannibalism and dysosmia. Like"Did he smell something on me? Am I ill?" "Why did he look at me like that?Oh, he really wants to eat my brain."

How far we have come from the days in which Bryan Fuller was uttering “heterosexual male friendship” at every turn! It’s so wild.

(Wait a minute…isn’t Hannibal smelling Will because he was ill what literally happened on the show??? XD My other initial reaction to this was to ponder whether non-cannibal people actually look at meat on the hoof and think, “Mmm, can’t wait to chow down on that bovine haunch” in the same way we suggest that Hannibal looks at people and literally thinks, “Mmm, dish delish.”)

I always took the position while the show was airing that the relationship wasn’t really sexual on either end, and to be honest, my opinion on that hasn’t changed. Now that it’s fall of 2017, from various sources and opinions and behaviors, I believe that Bryan Fuller was gradually swinging to the side of making their relationship become sexual, and that had he been allowed to finish telling his story, at some point it would have been. Perhaps it will still be, should we get a fourth season.

And I think that should the show get finished, whatever comes will color–and rightly so–valid interpretations of the first three seasons. Thus, depending on how they handle the development of any sexual relationship, it may (or may not) support a reading of the first three seasons that sees Hannibal’s longing glances at Will as sexually focused. But until that time, I have to go by only the seasons we have actually gotten. And I think within those three seasons, we don’t have the evidence to support it.

That doesn’t mean I think a sexual interest in Will was never in one of the trains of Hannibal’s thought–I’ve always thought it was there, as evidenced by his conversations with Franklyn in “Sorbet”–but I’ve always felt that Hannibal has never been particularly sexually driven. Sex for Hannibal has always seemed to me to be something that he finds fun and pleasurable, and he enjoys indulging in it from time to time, but he could probably go without it for years and years without hardly noticing except as an interesting detail of his life (regardless of whether he was incarcerated). It’s of no consequence, and its ability to motivate him is practically nil. I suppose I might say that I see him as pansexual, but only barely to that side of asexual.

There’s a line in the novel, Hannibal, that influences my reading him this way, when it talks about how he filed away his memories of Clarice’s nudity with her patient files and dismissed them to respect her privacy. I feel like that’s perfectly in keeping with the Hannibal of our show, who could undress and dress Will without it seeming to affect him in any way.

I think fandom’s traditional focus on sex in relationships doesn’t really take into consideration Hannibal’s–both the show’s and the character’s–particular kind of crazy. He is obsessed not with becoming close to Will, but with becoming Will, and vice versa, of course. With becoming one. His idea of increasing their intimacy is not to try to sleep with Will, but with Alana, for crying out loud. Because he knows Will wants to sleep with her. “I’ll give Alana Bloom your best,” indeed. smh

So I guess in a way, I still really think that Hannibal’s interest in Will is largely platonic, and his attraction largely aesthetic, if one assumes that “platonic” and “aesthetic” are more or less synonymous with “nucking futs.” Hannibal’s obsession and love is so lofty, in the murder-death-art department, and the nature of his feelings for Will are so reflective of and in tune with Will’s feelings for him, that I don’t think one-sided sexual pining is really possible. And that sort of takes whether Will could sense it off the table.

IMO, in S3, the show was beginning to transition out of “heterosexual male friendship” and into “canniblueballin’.” I do think the tide was shifting. But because there was never a way for Hannibal to express himself sexually with Will, I don’t think the show really sealed the deal yet. I suppose that’s why Bryan scaled back the “near kiss” as much as he could, knowing as he did that the show would probably be cancelled. He said he wanted to be true to the “friendship” story that they’d told up to that point. They just hadn’t gotten to tell more yet.

Poly! Hamilsquad x Reader – What a Surprise!

Request -  “ Poly!Hamilsquad x reader where the boys have been with the Reader for awhile and they see her as a sweet,kind,loving and shy girl and one day while the reader is out at the grocery store the boys are sitting around the living room talking and notice they don’t really know much about her past and jokingly they look her up and they find out she used to be a pretty popular porn star before she meet them and maybe they watch her videos and see that she’s wasn’t always so shy” from an old lil’ Nonny :3

Summary - Knowing that she’s a kind. loving and friendly girl, the boys believe that she has always been like this. Though, when John said they don’t know much about her, they decided to try looking for more information. Soon they found out she used to be a porn star, but they couldn’t believe it. And so they ask her themselves.

Timeline - Present Day :3

Word Count - 1,953 :3

Trigger Warnings - None, I guess. XD just mentions of porn and panties XD

NOTE - Okay, the ending is weird, I know. But please, bare with me, I have so many requests and school is not helping me XDD

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My Savior (Part 3)

Part 1  Part 2

A/N: Again this got so many requests, thank you! I know if might be a bit terrible, I’m sorry. Not proof read so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes.


“I’m your dad, Y/N.”

You would have laughed if you weren’t scared shitless. You had seen what this man could do. Just the other day, he had burnt half of one of his men’s face with a scolding hot iron, because he tried to kiss one of Negan’s wives. You didn’t want to believe it but now he had mentioned it, you could vaguely remember sitting round a table on Sunday with him and your mum eating dinner, him at your school plays, and him taking you to the park. The apocalypse had started when you were nine, and it had lasted six years. Six years you hadn’t seen your dad and you had started to forget what he looked like. You didn’t want to let him know that you remembered though.

“How?” You asked, already knowing what the answer was.

“Well you know. Me and your mum fucked and nine months later, you popped out!” He exclaimed, earning a few chuckles from the Saviors. “You were a cute baby, take after me I suppose!”

“What happened to mum?” You asked, immediately regretting your decision when you saw the look that Negan gave you, not here, kid.

“Why don’t we talk when we get back to the sanctuary?” He hefted Lucille onto his shoulder and began walking back to the truck.

“No.” 

You stood your ground. You didn’t want to go back to the sanctuary, at least not yet. Knowing Negan, he would say ‘wait until we get back to the sanctuary’ and then when you got back to the sanctuary, he would just brush off the questions and try to distract you. You needed to find out what happened to your mum.

“I want to know what happened.” You insisted crossing your arms. 

Everyone looked at you in shock. Nobody had defied Negan before. At least no one that’s still breathing.

“Not here.” Negan retorted through gritted teeth, turning back round to face you.

“Fine,” You shrugged. “We talk in Rick’s house.”

You don’t know who looked more shocked; Rick, Negan, or the Saviors.

“I’ll walk you.” Carl finally spoke up after a few moments of awkward silence.

The walk to the Grimes’ house was short and silent. You walked up front with Carl, followed by Negan, and lastly Rick. Once you were in the house, you sat down on the couch and left Negan standing. You made yourself at home, which technically you were. You lived here with Rick, Carl, Judith and Michonne, when you thought your real family were dead. You had first met them at the prison; Michonne had met you on the way there while she was taking the baby formula that Glenn and Maggie had dropped when they were taken by Merle. Tears formed in your eyes at the thought of Glenn, but you blinked them back trying to remain strong.

Negan cleared his throat. “D’you mind?” He asked Rick and Carl who were stood by the window awkwardly.

Rick began to shuffle towards the door but he stopped when Carl spoke up.

“I’m staying. Y/N’s my girlfriend, I deserve to know this.” He spoke, ignoring the death glares that Negan was sending his way.

“Kid,” Negan began, dangerously calm.

“Dad.” You interrupted. “It’s fine, I got this,” You turned to Carl. “Carl please? I’ll be fine.” You gave him a small smile.

Carl scoffed and walked out the door, followed by Rick.

Negan turned towards you with a slight smirk on his face. This was the first time you had called him ‘Dad’ in six years.

You gestured for him to sit down and he politely declined but he propped Lucille up by the fireplace.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were my dad the moment you saved me?” You started.

“Well I couldn’t just go up to you and say ‘Hi kid, I’m your dad that you probably don’t fucking remember because you haven’t seen me in six years’ could I?” He asked sarcastically.

“But why tell me now?” You persisted.

“Because you wanted to stay here and I fucking couldn’t let you do that. You’re my daughter and I don’t want to lose you again. It kinda hurt that you didn’t remember me y’know?”

“Oh.” He had somehow made you feel guilty in less than two minutes. “Okay… What about mum? What happened to her?”

“You don’t remember?” Negan asked, sadness evident in his eyes. 

You shook your head in reply.

“Well we were at this community, I guess you could call it, and one day the camp got over run by those dead motherfuckers. So I told Adam, my friend at the time, to get you out of there while me and your mum helped deal with the dead. I shouldn’t have turned my back. It’s my fault,” Negan’s voice was barely a whisper. “She got bit. She told me to find you and look after you, raise you to be a bad ass. I got out of there, found Adam in the car about a mile from the community, he was dead, ripped to pieces. The whole inside of the car was covered in blood and there was no sign of you. I thought you were dead.” He cleared his throat loudly. “Anyway, I found the sanctuary and they made me their leader. I missed your mum, so I ‘married’ five other women. But then I found you again and you just looked so much like your mom that I forgot she was dead. I thought you were her. But she would be so proud of you. You have her eyes and nose. You have my stubbornness and confidence.” He cheered up at the last part, remembering your mum obviously made him happy. He looked you in the eyes and genuinely smiled. “What about you? What happened to you after Adam?”

You shuffled in your seat, trying to get comfy before you answered his question.

“Well, I met Michonne in the woods. She was carrying a basket of baby formula and she was injured so I asked her what she was doing. She was surprised to see me, you know, a nine year old covered in blood, walking in the woods alone. She told me that she was going somewhere and said that I was welcome to join her if I had nowhere else to go. Eventually we reached a prison and Carl and Rick let us in. They had a doctor and he fixed Michonne but then Rick told her that she had to leave but I could stay. She helped get Glenn and Maggie back, who were kidnapped, but then Daryl got kidnapped. When they had rescued everyone, the Governor attacked the prison and blew it up. I was supposed to get on the bus with the other families but I didn’t. I stayed with Michonne and we found Rick and Carl. Then we were ambushed by someone called Joe and his gang but Rick literally ripped his throat out. Then we found a place called Terminus but it turns out they were cannibals and they were gonna eat us, so we escaped. And then we found Gabriel and the church but Abraham wanted to go to DC. But Bob was kidnapped by the cannibals and he lost his leg. Then we killed them and went to a hospital in Atlanta to help Beth but she died. Then Tyreese got bit and I cried like a little bitch because he was my favourite. Then we walked sixty miles to DC and met Aaron who brought us back to Alexandria. After a while, the town was overrun by a group who called themselves the ‘Wolves’ but we killed them. Then the wall was knocked down by a massive herd of walkers and we tried to escape but Sam got bit and Jessie screamed so she got bit, and then Ron pulled a gun on Rick but Michonne stabbed him, so he shot Carl in the eye. But we rebuilt the walls and I went on runs regularly. And I was on a run when you found me and took me back to the sanctuary.” You explained, talking so fast that you often forgot to breathe.

Negan was shocked to say the least, his mouth hung open. “Shit, kid. You’ve had it worse than me.” He paused for a moment deep in thought. “I’ll tell you what, these people obviously mean a lot to you. So I’ll give you a choice, come live in the sanctuary with me, or stay here with these and have half your shit taken twice a month or so.” He leaned closer.

“So Y/N, what’s it gonna be?” 

Cinnamon Rolls

Request: I absolutely loved your Jackson and JB polyamorous scenario, could I request a Christmas version please? Thank you so much! ☺

Member: Got7′s JB x Got7′s Jackson x Y/N

Type: Fluff


“Jackson, if you keep staring at her like that, she’s going to wake up,” JB muttered, his voice only mildly annoyed. 

“Too late,” I grumbled, rolling over in the comfortable warmth of my bed. 

“Jaebummie! You woke her!” Jackson squealed, flopping around on the mattress beside me. 

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what it was,” JB hummed. “My talking waking her up.”

“Bummie is right,” I whispered, turning to give Jackson a warm smile. “I woke up when I felt the serial killer stare.”

“Stalker, not serial killer,” JB grinned. “If he were a serial killer, he would’ve taken the opportune moment of you being asleep to kill you.”

Jackson’s jaw dropped slightly as he looked back and forth from JB to me. “You two are weird.”

“Hello, pot? This is kettle. You’re black,” I giggled, rolling over again to cuddle my body into JB. He wrapped his arm carefully around me as I settled into his warmth and sighed. 

“I’m a different kind of weird!” Jackson whined. He scooted his body toward mine, sandwiching me in a cuddle. “Much less dramatic and disturbed.”

“I just want to point out that you choose to date us,” I muttered into JB’s chest. “So who’s really the disturbed one?”

“Look, we can talk about how you two managed to land a catch like me all day, but that still isn’t getting presents opened,” Jackson whispered, tugging me toward him. 

“Oh yeah,” I said, my eyes shooting open. “It’s Christmas!” 

“Merry Christmas my jagi,” JB whispered, kissing me lightly on the forehead. He leaned over, grabbing Jackson by the chin and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “And to you as well babe.”

“Merry Christmas!” Jackson gasped, throwing his arms around both of us and snuggling into our bodies. 

“Merry Christmas Jax,” I sighed, completely at peace with the love radiating around me in this moment. 

“Well, are you going to wake up? JB made cinnamon rolls and-”

“That’s cannibalism,” I sighed, sitting up and leaning forward. 

JB furrowed his brows, setting me with a curious expression. “What?”

“Disregard her, we have presents to open and baked goods to eat!” Jackson growled, motioning again for us to emerge from the bed. 

“You are a cinnamon roll,” I said slowly. “Hence you eating cinnamon rolls…is cannibalism.”

“How am I a cinnamon roll?” JB asked, confusion still written all over his face. 

“Because on the inside your sweet, warm, and squishy - now can we go?” Jackson gasped, completely exasperated. 

“I am not!” JB grumbled. “I am hard, and tough, and -”

“Chic and sexy, yes, yes,” Jackson nodded. “Food, in the kitchen, getting cold. Presents feeling unwanted.”

“Alright, alright,” I sighed, sliding my legs out of the bed. 

“No! We have to discuss this!” JB whined from behind me as I slid into my slippers and began down the hallway, Jackson close behind. 

“We wish you a merry christmas.” I said, just loudly enough to cover up JB’s complaints. “We wish you a merry christmas! We wish you a merry christmas and a happy new year!” 

“You can’t tune me-” JB attempted just as Jackson decided to join in. 

“We wish you a merry christmas!” Jackson sang, pulling the finished cinnamon rolls from where they were keeping warm in the oven. “We wish you a merry christmas!” 

“You both are so exhausting,” JB muttered, plopping onto a bar stool at the kitchen counter. “And I just woke up.”

“Start eating,” Jackson nodded. “I’ll grab the presents. We have to hurry here and meet up with the other members for our gift exchange in about an hour.”

“I swear if Jinyoung gets me socks again,” I grumbled, picking up a cinnamon roll. 

“He means well and you be happy with whatever gift you are given!” Jackson called over his shoulder. 

“To be fair, he did knit them himself,” JB said, chewing thoughtfully on his food. “I still wear mine on particularly cold nights.”

I rolled my eyes, unable to hide the grin on my face. So maybe Jinyoung’s sock creations weren’t all bad. I think he gave me his first experimental go at toe socks considering mine had a spot for six digits. 

“I’m wearing mine now!” Jackson said, reappearing with a tower of gifts in his hands. He doled out each one, making sure to shout each person’s name as he went. After placing them in front of us, he leaned across the counter, staring intently. 

“Can I help you?” I asked, taking the last bite of my cinnamon roll. 

“You can!” Jackson squealed. “By opening your gifts first!” 

“Oh come on,” I groaned. “Why do I have to go first? I enjoy you and Bummie opening up your stuff way more.”

“Likewise,” JB smiled, giving Jackson a loving side eye. Jackson stepped over, wrapping his arms carefully around me and setting his chin on my shoulder. 

“Open them,” he cooed, placing tiny kisses on my neck. “Come on!”

“Alright, alright,” I sighed, shivering away from him. I had an incredibly sensitive neck and couldn’t stand his teasing for very long. Jackson squeaked in delight as he moved to the opposite side of the counter and cuddled against JB. JB sighed as he wrapped an arm around Jackson’s shoulders and waited. 

“From Jackson,” I read from the label of the small gift bag he handed me. 

“I was going to write something,” he began, already defensive. “But I love you everyday and feel like I show it, so what need do I have for a heartfelt note?”

“Sometimes the words are nice to read,” JB muttered. 

“Well that means someone wrote a heartfelt note,” Jackson hummed, rolling his eyes. He gripped onto JB’s neck more tightly and kissed him on the temple. “There can only be one deeply sensitive one in this relationship anyhow.”

“Yup, that’s what I bring to the table,” JB chuckled. “I’M the sensitive one. Sure.”

I giggled as I watched their exchange, hearts in my eyes during it’s entirely. JB could pretend that Jackson annoyed him to no end, but deep down he loved him with the passion of a thousand burning suns. 

I pulled an equally as small box from the gift bag that Jackson had given to me and smiled. It was a jewelry box, which was one of Jackson’s favorite things to shower me with. I gingerly took ahold of the top, gasping at the beautiful bracelet inside. 

“It has your name on it,” Jackson cooed, moving back around to stand beside me. He had the bracelet out of the box and on my wrist in a matter of seconds. “It’s pretty, like you!” 

“Thanks babe,” I whispered, gazing up at him through my lashes. I placed a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw and nuzzled into his chest. “It’s beautiful, I love it!” 

“It’s the best gift, right? Say it’s the best gift,” Jackson nodded, waiting for the affirmation. JB looked at me, amusement in his eyes and gave a small nod. 

“It’s the best gift,” I chuckled. “Really.”

“It’s the best gift,” Jackson repeated to himself as he moved back over to JB. He set his chin on his shoulder and waited. 

“Jagi -” I whispered, reading JB’s note on the top of his gift. “365 days aren’t enough to show how much I love and appreciate you. If I could, I’d shower you in gold each day as a reminder of my love. Thank you for loving all of me, all of Jax, and our relationship. I know this adventure is crazy, but you have us no matter what. I love you. Merry Christmas.” 

“Heartfelt note,” Jacskon clucked. “You’re right. Such a cinnamon roll.”

JB scoffed, placing his face in his hands. Sometimes silence was a better response to Jackson’s comments than any response at all. 

I pulled the paper from the gift box JB had wrapped and was once again greeted by a jewelry label. I pushed open the top of the box, immediately springing it to open. A white gold ring stared at me and I giggled in amazement. 

“Bummie!” I gasped, popping it out and sliding it onto my finger. I could feel tears begin to well up. It was the exact same, simple, but beautiful ring that JB and Jackson both wore on their ring fingers. “Thank you.”

“It was an overdue gift,” JB grinned. “Couple items should extend to everyone in a relationship.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Jackson cooed. “So don’t be upset with your dainty bracelet you’re about to open.” 

“You got me a tennis bracelet for Christmas?” JB asked, looking up at Jackson with wide eyes. “That you want me to wear?”

“You were the one who said couples items should extend to everyone in a relationship!” Jackson argued, yanking at his sweater sleeve to reveal a small bracelet that matched mine. “You have to admit it’s pretty!”

“It’s a women’s bracelet!” JB grumbled, shaking his head. 

“Are you saying you won’t wear it?” Jackson pouted, plopping on JB’s lap. 

JB rolled his eyes and gave me an exasperated look. “Of course I’ll wear it,” he sighed. “Couples Item Christmas. Lovely.”

Originally posted by jbwroteproveitforjackson

So in the group chat I brought up the Mystery Skulls gang dealing with a wendigo. @ectoimp and @huppupbup threw in their thoughts and I put this thing together.

Just a note, this isn’t really a story. It’s more snippets of a story that may or may not be fully written in the future, so it’s not written very well here. 

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“What…the FUCK was that?”

It took Lewis a few more seconds for his heart to stop racing before he even felt comfortable answering. “It was…uh…a w-wendigo, I think.”

“Okay, the fuck is a wendigo then?”

“I’ve only read about them once…” Lewis swallowed. “They’re like…demon…cannibal…things.”

“…Cannibals,” Arthur deadpanned. “You’re serious.”

“I really wish I wasn’t.”

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Hospital For Souls Part 1

And then I found out how hard it is to really change

Even hell can get comfy once you’ve settled in

I just wanted the numb inside me to leave

No matter how fucked you get

The sun will return and you come back down!

The funny thing is all I ever wanted I already had

There’s glimpses of heaven in every day

In the friends that I have, the music I made

The love that I feel, I just had to start again

Your mind can go places when you are alone I should know. I haven’t had a visitor in months. I have no friends here and I’m a high risk case according to the psychiatrist here. Arkham Asylum is full of people. Murderers. Rapists. Cannibals. Thieves. Insane people. I was none of these things when I first arrived. I was admitted because of a mental disorder. When I got here, thoughts I never had before came to me. Actions I have never done were fulfilled. I said things I had never allowed out of my mouth before. It started a year ago, when I was a intern under Edward Nygma.


He was so sweet and nice. I couldn’t see why everyone was so mean to him. His riddles always got my mind working and his charismatic behavior enthrilled me. He was my first crush. Sure I found guys cute before and I often lusted after them, but Ed made me feel something more. Every time someone insulted him or was rude, I debunked their bad manners. Ed and I evolved into friends. We played video games together and he let me spend the night at his home sometimes when the fighting between my parents prevented me from getting any rest. I asked Ed a question one day,

“Why do people get married Ed? Why do it when more than half the time it ends in violence in this city? You are the smartest guy I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, so you must have an idea.”

He flushed at my compliment and adjusted his glasses,

“I can start a war or end one,
I can give you the strength of heroes or leave you powerless,
I might be snared with a glance,
but no force can compel me to stay;
What am I?”

I knew the answer instantly and I smiled sadly,

“Love.”

Ed was happy that I got the answer right, I usually do but not always right away. I sighed,

“I wish I could remember my parents being in love. All I can remember is their yelling and throwing and late nights when neither of them would come home. I’m 17 for goodness sake. They should be divorced if the love is gone. If nothing can make them love each other, they shouldn’t still be together.”

Ed placed a hand on my shoulder awkwardly,

“I’m sure you are the reason they stayed together. I guess it would be so that you would have both of them in your lives so to speak.”

I shifted on my feet at the thought. Shaking my head, I went to go to his kitchen when I collapsed right to the ground.


My parents didn’t have the money to pay for my medical bills. Without my consent they sent me to this pit and never looked back. Ed didn’t visit. Not even Harvey who looked after me from time to time. I saw in the newspapers that the Wayne family was assassinated, all but their son. While everyone felt sorry for his loss I was happy for the boy. He wouldn’t have to grow up to watch his parents waste their lives away and end up disappointing you. A year in this abyss and I lost my mind.

Perhaps it was always there. Perhaps I always knew it was. Change like this didn’t come easy. I changed from the ambitious girl I was to this volatile woman with an unknown need. I didn’t know if it was the asylum that caused my change, but this carnal desire to harm everything in sight just became my only activity. I attacked guards who ran their mouths too much around me. I attacked other patients. I almost killed a few. The solution the asylum came up with was to put me in solitary. I guess they didn’t know that silence is also violent. I screamed after 2 days in solitary. I learned afterwards that they kept me in for a week and a half. My psychiatrist thought it would help me, but it only made me hate her. She allowed me to be locked in a cage by myself. I wanted to gouge her eyes out with that bloody red pen she kept jotting notes on her notepad with. Her diagnosis was that I was mentally unstable and shouldn’t have much interaction with the other patients.

Then he came. Red hair. Contagious smile. His body dripping with pride as he was escorted to the recreational room. I saw him long before he was me. He was hard to miss. His face stood out unlike all the others. He wore a smile like I had never seen and his ego was not swayed in the slightest by his knew home. His calculating eyes scanned the room but never found me. No no. I can see everyone, they can’t see me. I’m in the room, but they can’t see me.

Because we all walk alone on an empty staircase

Idle in the halls and nameless faces

I am powerless

Everybody wants to go to heaven

But nobody wants to die

I can fear death no longer

I’ve died a thousand times

At least that’s how it all was supposed to go. Next thing I know, a body is next to mine. Sitting directly beside me. I could feel determined eyes glued to my face and my hands started twitching. My eyes rolled to look to my left hand side. There he was. Smiling at my face with a wide grin. His eyes bright with curiosity. It was his eyes that made my hands twitch. I got lost in them for a moment. My non-expressive stare didn’t effect him.

“Hello, goregous. I’m Jerome.”

I said nothing. I hadn’t said a word since I got here a year ago. My only vocalizations nowadays is growls and purrs. But to Jerome, I said nothing. He leaned towards my face and said,

“It’s rude to not introduce yourself you know. I gave you my name, I should at least know the name to your beautiful face.”

My hands twitched again at his words. All activities stopped in the room. Jerome finally looked away from me. Turning his head to scan the room again, I got a good view of his neck. I could she his veins pulsating as he turned and I growled lightly. His head snapped back to me and he looked confused for a moment that I had changed my position in the short moments he looked away. I was now on my palms and feet in my chair, staring him down. I waited for him to move. Instinct driving over my mind as I waited for him to act like prey or to move at all. Any excuse would too. A patient suddenly called out,

“Someone get the guards quick. She’ll most likely kill this one.”

Jerome’s eyes never left mine at the comment. He was frozen still, like he knew it would trigger me. Another patient started crying,

“Where are the guards? She’ll rip his throat open like she did to Mickey. He’s still in recovery. I doubt this one would make it, he’s all skin and bones.”

Then more began to murmer,

“She’s crazy.”

“A cannibal.”

“No, she never tries to eat anyone, only maim or just kill. I should know. I’m an actual cannibal.”

“I heard the boy killed his mother with a hatchet. Bet he wishes he had it right about now.”

“Oh please, like he stands a chance. I bet you $100 she kills him.”

“Isn’t betting what got you in this place, shut up.”

“Whatever, I haven’t seen this bitch in action since they last out her in solitary. It’ll be entertaining to watch her mangle someone again.”

But to everyone’s disappointment, the guards came in and surrounded Jerome and I. My gaze daring him to move now. One of the guards started to speak, he was a nice guy, shouldn’t be working in this hellhole. But nice. I knew why he was speaking, he was the only guard I never attacked.

“Come on Lya. You’ve been doing good for a while now. Do you really want to break you streak?”

I didn’t respond, only tilted my head slightly, still waiting for Jerome to make his move so I could make mine. I suddenly smiled and shifted in my seat, sitting back down and leaning my head back. My gaze now on the ceiling as I held my hands up in the air. A different guard approached me with handcuffs. They were going to escort me to my cell. But I wasn’t through just yet. I wanted to feel something. Pain and cause it. When the guard was close enough, I rapidly found my body wrapped around his.

Hold me close, don’t let go, watch me

Hold me close, don’t let go, watch me

Hold me close, don’t let go, watch me

In this hospital for souls

Hold me close, don’t let go, watch me

Hold me close, don’t let go, watch me

Hold me close, don’t let go, watch me

In this hospital for souls

The guards eyes and mine locked and I saw shock and lust in his eyes for a split moment. All was quiet in the room as time seemed to slow down. Unwrapping my arms from around his neck, I used my body weight to arch my torso downwards and towards Jerome who also stared. The force of my body caused the guard to flip and go hurling into the wall behind Jerome as I did a complete backflip. On my feet, my stance was crouched and ready to fight. Time still moved slow as I moved onto another guard. My nails raked across his face as I kicked another in his torso. Time sped up and I fought three guards at once. My furiosity driving me to fight animal-like. All the while, Jerome watched with an insane smile on his face. I screamed as I felt multiple tasers hit my side but didn’t stop fighting. All three men were down on the ground in agony and bleeding. I was about to attack more guards when I felt something prick my skin. Pulling it out from my neck, a tranquilizer dart. I faintly heard Jerome laughing as I screamed in fury as my eyes began to blur.


By time I got out of solitary again, Jerome did not approach me, but instead watched from afar. A week passed and he made no move to talk to me. I sighed audibly and got up from my usual spot in the room. All eyes snapped to me as I made my way to the table were the red head was talking with his buddies. His back to me, he slowly turned and watched me approach. I saw caution in his eyes. I sat next to him, facing him sideways. My hand went into his hair without his permission and I felt its softness. His head was turned to me and we made eye contact,

“My name is Lyanna Grimm. Pleasure to make your aquaintence Jerome.”

He smiled now and opened his mouth,

“You held back that day. As much as you fought, you held back from killing them.”

My fingers gripped his hair firmly,

“I don’t kill my toys. It makes it so much more fun to watch them squirm in fear of me. They’d never expect a straight A honor student to turn out insane and capable of having them at her feet within seconds. It’s fun.”

“Well, Lya, I haven’t had may toys in my lifetime, but I’ll take your word”

HANNIBAL RECAP: S3E1

Oh HECK yeah I’m doing Hannibal recaps. Gird your tasty, tasty loins, my friends – it’s Hanni time.


Previously on Hannibal: “The couple that cannibals together stays together.” - said NO ONE EVER

This week on Hannibal: a Mood Poem, to the mood of “mmmmaaAAAIIEEE”

Season 3, Episode 1: “Antipasto”

WE BEGIN. BUCKLE UP BUDDIES, because we are literally on a motorcycle, driven by Hannibal Lecter. Maybe put on some extra buckles?

Hannibal zoom-zooms through Paris to a baroque remix of the music that plays in 2001: A Space Odyssey whenever people look at those black monoliths, and it is très creeptastic. He gets to some sort of private museum castle or something, filled to the brim with very edible rude fancy people, and begins to prowl through them with his motorcycle jacket & black snake eyes.

Dr. Hannibal Leather

I kinda get the feeling that this is Hannibal in his natural hunting grounds. Back in Baltimore he was like a panther among the strays, but here everyone is on his same level of pretentious fuckery & fine wines, and he’s just like “ahhh yes” and luxuriously flexing his murder muscles.

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HANNIBAL RECAP: S3E7

Previously on Hannibal: #hot darkness, localized as well as general absurdity, Gillian Anderson

This week on Hannibal: I don’t want to go overboard, but, THE SORT OF INDULGENT ID-RIDDLED GIFT THAT I LIVE & BLEED FOR, you might say.

Season 3, Episode 7: “Digestivo”

We begin, with some hilariously trill-y organ music as the unscrupulous Italian detective arrives at Professor Sogliato’s building. He & his goons bust on in to the Horrible Scene We Will Henceforth Ignore, and quickly knock Hannibal out with a blow to the back of the head. Jack’s like, “thank u,” but then it’s revealed that Mason will pay double for both Hannibal AND Will. Oh come on. They pull a black bag over Will’s woozy bleeding head and promptly drag him off, because if Will Graham were to ever catch a damn break none of us would know what to do with ourselves, probably.

There’s no price on Signor Crawford’s head, so the unscrupulous detective leaves him to….have his unpriced head sawed open, as the last victim of IL MOSTRO, Dread Pirate Roberts of Florence. WOW THAT’S NOT COOL, BRO.

Luckily, Chiyoh straight-up SNIPES THEM THROUGH THE WINDOW, then comes over to say hi.

I love your shiny buttons. Also how you keep sniping people.

I laugh a lot watching Hannibal. It’s various sorts of laughter — WTF, ~Innuendos~, I Have No Other Recourse For My Emotions Right Now, etc. In this scene I started experiencing a particular fave: the Delighted Laugh.

“Did you do…this.” / “Of course.” - Delighted Laugh

“They are identically different, Hannibal and Will.” - Delighted Laugh

THIS WAS INDICATIVE OF THINGS TO COME.

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Llama's reaction to Tokyo ghoul
  • Me: Okay lets go!
  • Me: Okayyyy no opening, shame this could have a b.a opening
  • Me: Oh lovely
  • Me: Just what I wanted to see at lunch
  • Me: So basically this anime is a cannibal's binge eating
  • Me: Fun
  • Me: Ew
  • Me: Okay so this dude is huge
  • Me: She seems b.a you ant gonna catch her
  • Me: Is that a weapon? Or a part of you
  • Me: YOU HAVE PILERS? WHY YOU HAVE THIS HUGE CRAB THING
  • Me: Weirdo
  • Me: Love that way that's the only thing you've said weird to Llama
  • Me: You gave them back/ Okayyy...
  • Me: Awhhh! Two shota's in there natural habitat
  • Me: That ones gonna die
  • Me: You can just feel it
  • Me: And he hasn't got white hair, nice
  • Me: I like hide, thought there will probably be pain with him later
  • Me: That boy seems sweet
  • Me: Oh its a girl
  • Me: Never mind still seems sweet... maybe
  • Me: So this is the girl?
  • Me: ....
  • Me: Not that pretty really, annoying hair tie
  • Me: WAIT
  • Me: SHE HAS THE SAME HAIR AS THE GHOUL
  • Me: DONT DO IT BABY
  • Me: DONT GO TOWARDS THE LIGHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
  • Me: Hide you little bitch I love you, He's the best type of friend
  • Me: Nice to have a nerd character though
  • Me: KaneKI DONT LOOK DOWN HER TOP
  • Me: Surprised you didn't get a nose bleed
  • Me: Don't walk her home
  • Me: No don't do it
  • Me: The reson the attacks have been near her is because she's doing it come onnnnnnnn
  • Me: No way she's the same age as you she's like 30
  • Me: DONT GO DOWN THE DARK ALLEY
  • Me: DID HORROR MOVIES TEACH YOU NOTHING KANEKI
  • Me: Oh look the girl
  • Me: You know don't you
  • Me: You gonna help him?
  • Me: No?
  • Me: Your not some kinda of ghoul hunter?
  • Me: That would be cool! Like buffy
  • Me: Kaneki
  • Me: KaneKI
  • Me: KANEKI NO BABY RUN
  • Me: JUST TOOK A CHUNK OUT YOUR NECK DUDE RUN
  • Me: YOUR NOT A GHOUL
  • Me: YOUR A CRAB
  • Me: OR AN OCTOPUSS
  • Me: THIS ISNT SOME WEIRD CREEPY HENTAI
  • Me: RUN KANEKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!
  • Me: Oh come on you'd be dead by now
  • Me: Scrambling insides.... Ew she's weird
  • Me: *oh so now you think she's weird, shut up Llama*
  • Me: I wonder why it collapsed on her? Hmmmmm...
  • Me: COME ON KANEKI YOU CAN LIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Me: LIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Me: Orangan transplant okay your gonna live man its okay, youll be okay!
  • Me: .... Why is she naked and now hugging you?
  • Me: Suppose it'll make sense later *btw it does*
  • Me: HOLY MOTHER OF HELL
  • Me: NICE FACE DUDE
  • Me: DAT EYE THO
  • Me: DIDNT SCARE ME
  • Me: YOU GHOUL NOW
  • Me: WOULDNT YOU REALISED IF HE WAS BITTEN BY A GHOUL THAT THE DEAD GIRL WAS THE GHOUL AND NOT TO PUT HER ORAGANS IN HIM?
  • Me: I MEAN I WOULDNT WANT THE PERSONS ORAGANS WHO TRIED TO KILL ME INSIDE ME EITHER BUT THE FACT SHES A GHOUL MAKES IT 120% WORSE!
  • Me: I give you permission to go eat the doctor
  • Me: Hell yer you take full responsibility when you fricked up my life, Thanks dude
  • Me: ...
  • Me: That is nice hospital food, eat it or I will
  • Me: He hides, awh baby doll
  • Me: But wait he looks fine?
  • Me: AWH DONT IGRONE HIDE
  • Me: HE SO SWEET
  • Me: SEE HE EVEN LEFT YOU FOOD
  • Me: oh baby doll I'm sorry
  • Me: We knew I was coming
  • Me: You ghoulllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
  • Me: No don't eat the food
  • Me: Don't do it
  • Me: You wont like it
  • Me: See it told you
  • Me: Stop it
  • Me: PLease
  • Me: PLEASE
  • Me: EW
  • Me: I HATE SICK
  • Me: STAP ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
  • Me: Ew please no or I will puke
  • Me: Nope I srsly cant look right now
  • Me: *love the way I can look at cannibals but not puke*
  • Me: HIDE SAVE ME
  • Me: Awhhh! Hide I don't want you to get hurt
  • Me: Oooo! You have a brother
  • Me: Hmmm.... I don't trust you
  • Me: You will be a plot twist I know it
  • Me: You look kinda cute thought so ill probably love to hate you and feel sad for Hide
  • Me: Kaneki In a hoodie, yolo swag going on there
  • Me: No
  • Me: No don't sniff people
  • Me: NO DONT EAT THE CHILDREN
  • Me: KANEKI DONT EAT PEOPLE AT SHIBUYA CROSSING
  • Me: DONT DRIPPLE IN PUBLIC
  • Me: ESPICALLY OVER EATING PEOPLE
  • Me: LADY DONT TRY HELP HIM, HE JUST SAID FLESH ALOUD WFT MAN
  • Me: GO HOME DUDE
  • Me: ...
  • Me: I'm sorry
  • Me: I mean its not that bad?
  • Me: Just one eye right
  • Me: omg THERE SHE IS
  • Me: GET HER
  • Me: HELL YER
  • Me: Wait
  • Me: NO BABY NO DONT DO IT
  • Me: I DONT KNOW WHAT GOOD WILL COME FROM THAT
  • Me: IT WILL HURT DONT DO IT
  • Me: DONT STAB YOUR SELF ARGHHHHHHHHHH I CANT LOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
  • Me: ...
  • Me: Okay it didn't work
  • Me: Phew
  • Me: DUDE DONT DO THAT!
  • Me: Character internal battles with good and evil inside themselves
  • Me: Like Ukyo all over again gosh darn it
  • Me: You sure your that hungry?
  • Me: THAT ANIT YOUR MUMS COOKING THATS A DEAD PERSON MAN
  • Me: WHAT DID YOUR MUM COOK YOU
  • Me: GO EAT SOME RAMEN MAN ITS BETTER FOR YOU
  • Me: He looks like he should be in Naruto
  • Me: Does it look like he's okay?
  • Me: WOAH how easy was that guy to kill
  • Me: WAIT I KNOW YOU
  • Me: I TOLD YOU
  • Me: I TOLD YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
  • Me: THATS HIDE'S BROTHER
  • Me: I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED INNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
  • Me: Oh no what about poor baby Hide...
  • Me: See like I said your awful but I kinda of like you
  • Me: I think its just because you look kinda b.a
  • Me: He doesn't recognise him?
  • Me: Oh wait till he finds out
  • Me: Oh god I feel for hide so much man, everyone he loves is a ghoul
  • Me: DONT HURT MY HIDE
  • Me: That sounds weird
  • Me: Oh srsly
  • Me: Your gonna kill the kid
  • Me: Really, well what did I expect from a cannibal really
  • Me: I should higher expectations
  • Me: Oh look its that girl!
  • Me: COME SAVE HIM ALREADY POOR BOY
  • Me: ....
  • Me: SRSLY
  • Me: YOOU GONNA DO THIS TO ME!?!
  • Me: YOUR A GHOUL TOO!
  • Me: AND YOU NO HIDE
  • Me: Ima just cry over here for Hide okay
  • Me: They have different tribes of Ghoul?
  • Me: Maybe she's a none-eater or something
  • Me: I can have faith right?
  • Me: Right?
  • Me: No?
  • Me: NO
  • Me: God damn it
  • Me: Got cool powers tho!
  • Me: Don't tease him
  • Me: Help him
  • Me: He doesn't want to be ghoul
  • Me: Awhhhhh bABY COME ON YOU CAN DO IT!
  • Me: DONT EAT IT
  • Me: YER IRGONE HER
  • Me: YOUR A HUMAN
  • Me: GO FOR IT
  • Me: YOUVE GOT A BIG CASE OF DELUSION BUT GO FOR IT
  • Me: WAIT
  • Me: NO
  • Me: NO
  • Me: PUT IT DOWN
  • Me: NO
  • Me: DONT FEED MYY BABY DEAD PEOPLE
  • Me: OH MY GOD NO DONT YOU DARE DO IT
  • Me: PUT
  • Me: IT
  • Me: BACK
  • Me: DOWN
  • Me: NOW
  • Me: OH MY GOD
  • Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
  • Me: MY POOR BABY HAS JUST BEEN SLAPPED IN THE MOUTH WITH HALF A KINDEY
  • Me: YOU BITCH
  • Me: WHY
  • Me: WHY YOU DO THAT
  • Me: *CRIES
  • Me: THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR
  • Me: HE WANTS TO BE HUMAN
  • Me: *cries*
  • Me: I hate this show
  • Me: ...
  • Me: I cant wait for the next episode!