# EDA !!

17 + westasian + genderfluid | I barely post sorry

[asmoslverboy]

BSD NAV. |

MTP NAV. |

G.I. NAV. |

DN NAV. |

O.M! NAV. |

VNC NAV. |

[iconsumethesoulsofthedamned-dea]

Alana bloom is hilarious

She’s like ‘I hate will and Hannibal they are gay and kill ppl’

And then she sees (1) pretty traumized girl and immediately does THE SAME DAMN THING.

like girl you CANNOT blame them.

[twitchylittlelamb]

*taps mic* *inhales deeply* Hannibal was actually a really good therapist if you ignore the mindfuckery part

[honeygrahambitch]

"Dad?" Lizzie whispered as she creaked the door of her dads' bedroom.

No answer. Just light snoring.

"Dad?" She tried louder.

"What happened?" Will mumbled not even sure whether he was awake or dreaming. Hannibal shifted next to him, hoping as well probably that they could keep on sleeping.

"I just remembered I was supposed to bring cupcakes to school tomorrow."

"Thank God, I can go back to sleep." Will said, as he realized he was not needed. "Darling, have fun. And keep a few for me as well." He said as he patted Hannibal's shoulder.

Hannibal opened his eyes to have a a look at the time. It was somewhere around 3 in the morning.

"How many cupcakes were you saying?"

"Around 80. Give or take." She added as if it was a normal amount. For a 7 year old kid it must have been a normal amount.

A muffled laughter came from Will's side of the bed.

Hannibal decided against screaming into the pillow or grabbing the pillow to beat the shit out of Will and instead tried his best to keep his composure.

"Delightful."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, dear, of course not. Only tired."

Truth to be told, neither of them had ever managed to get upset over something Lizzie did. Not even now when they had 4 hours to make 80 cupcakes. Give or take.

Will wrapped himself in a blanket cocoon and ignored the pillow that flew straight to his head as Hannibal and Lizzie left the room. He smiled as he heard the rest of the conversation.

"Since when did you know about this?"

"Two weeks ago but I forgot to tell you."

[asmoslverboy]

Dottore takes notice. He observes your every mood. He knows how you feel and what reaction any scenario would get out of you. He's known you far too long to ever be confused or surprised by your emotions, your tactics, anything at all to do with how you function.

But one thing he can never understand is your view of self. You, a man who sees beauty in all beings. A man who appreciates art; who can see and interpret a vision from something as small as a cube painted on paper. You, who has never once spoken ill of another person's hard work.

So how is it, that every time you create your own little things; whether it be poems, or paintings of abstract nature, or add color to any dull ordinary object, you degrade your passion and yourself alike.

Dottore is a man who embraces oneself; one's desires, one's passions, and one's drives. He can see flaws and perfections and think the exact same of them. On himself, and on others, and on you. With that in mind, he'd never wish to change the tiniest attribute on you.

But oh, if only he could begin to understand a way, to somehow alter just the smallest part of your mind, to somehow make you treat and judge yourself with the same way you do those around you. To somehow help you forgive, accept, yourself as you do with all but you.

Perhaps he's not too above experimenting on you. He could strap you down on his table, give you a dosage enough to have you dose off for a couple days, and slowly pick apart each "volume" of your brain. He could, perhaps, change you, perfect you wholy, without changing your core being.

// hi :3 sorry for the lack of posts I've been going insane!!

[saradika]

— heart dividers

[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!

Please follow, like or reblog if you use 💕

[asmoslverboy]

using these!!!:3 >//<

[point-two-two]

Alana "it's a courtship" Bloom, Frederick "tantamount to flirtation" Chilton, Jack "you hook him" Crawford, Bedelia "we have both been his brides" du Maurier, Freddie "you did run off to Europe together" Lounds, not to mention the million times Hannibal and even Will himself have said things like this, and it took Will THREE SEASONS to figure it out???

[point-two-two]

Losing my mind over the fact that "I don't intend Hannibal to be caught a second time" would have meant a different thing to every character. Jack would think Will meant he was gonna kill Hannibal. Will probably thought he was going to let Hannibal escape but wasn't decided on whether he wanted to go with. Bedelia thought he was going to run away with Hannibal. In the end, they were all right in their own way.

[visual-novel-cinematic-universe]

Asmodeus: Look, I don’t mean to be a bitch. Asmodeus: Actually, I do.

[murderfathers]

[dreamed-itself-waking]

[exploding-mush00m]

just thought i’d share this thing my friend said with the hannibal community

[daytaker]

Families are weird.

Sometimes a family is "twins" who were handmade at roughly the same time and develop the ability to sense each other's physical ailments from a distance.

Sometimes family is an older brother who gave birth to you.

Sometimes family is a giant snake that got shrunk to a reasonable size, his goldfish replacement, and the seven-headed sea-monster you summon when you get really upset.

Sometimes a family is your asshole cousin who's trying his best.

Sometimes family is the individual you idolize most in the world, but who still compliments you on your baking.

Sometimes family is a secret in the attic.

Sometimes family is your butler and a dad who's been sleeping for a few thousand years.

Sometimes family is the little indignant angel that got shipped off to Hell with you.

Sometimes a family is just a guy and his spears.

Sometimes a family is an immortal sorcerer, the stylish grim reaper who thinks his soul is pretty, and a plush sheep.

Sometimes family is the thing that crawled out of your brother's back wounds.

Sometimes a family is the only person who willingly eats your cooking.

Sometimes family is a bunch of cats you're not allowed to take home.

Sometimes a family is a baby angel and a time-traveling demonic butler having tea.

Sometimes family is a credit card.

Sometimes a family is a wily sorcerer and his adorable apprentice.

Sometimes a family is you and the five guys who you got kicked out of heaven with. Sometimes a family is the six of you and the new guy who was born from big bro's wrath when the war was lost.

Sometimes a family is seven demon brothers and their untrained, unpaid therapist.

[puppydoggraham]

We got robbed of a scene like this in Hannibal

[murderfathers]

happy new year !!

[asmoslverboy]

Posted this on tiktok but it got removed for "unoriginal content" so 🙁 leavin' it here

[asmoslverboy]

Asmodeus × CatParent!Boyfriend

There was your little kitty, sitting on your lap, her claws sweetly dragging on your clothes. She purred, a big little yawn drawn from her mouth as she fell into slumber.

And there spawned your other kitty, your darling boyfriend Asmodeus, barging into your room with his signature pout on his face. What would it be this time? Has he run out of pink nailpolish? Needs to buy new clothes? Perhaps he accidentally threw away a half-full packaging of his face cream again?

He sits on your bed, quiet, staring at you as if asking for your undivided attention. Uh-oh, is it a serious type of conversation?

You turn around, sitting a little straighter so you can properly look at him— and in doing so, you awaken your cat, causing her to run under your bed for a more comfortable sleeping condition.

Before you get the chance to ask him what the matter was, he straddled your lap, causing you to fall over on your bed, your back against the mattress as you were trapped within Asmo's grasp.

"That creature surely can't be more important to you than your lover! You're my boyfriend! You're supposed to be paying attention to me!" His whiny voice echoes through your room, possibly across the hallways of the House of Lamenation as well.

"What makes you think I'd date a cat?" You press your lips against his own, suppressing a giggle. He was being a bit ridiculous, no? "That's not the point. Focus on me for a change!" He said, playfully biting your earlobe.

"C'mon, you can't actually prefer spending time with her than with your princess." Asmo whispered, his tongue running over the same spot.

"If I promise to give you all my attention for the rest of the night, will you stop complaining?" You whispered right back, pressing a kiss on the side of his neck.

"And spare you of hearing my wonderful, enchanting voice? I don't think so." He kissed yours as well, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you as close to his body as physically possible.