An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Searching For A World That Doesn’t Exist - Wifies (Web Series)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Avery | AveryTheMayo/Derek Hutchins | d3rLord3, Avery | AveryTheMayo & Original Character(s)
Characters: Avery | AveryTheMayo, Derek Hutchins | d3rLord3, Original Characters
Additional Tags: POV Outsider, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Misunderstandings, Light Angst, References to Depression, Pre-Relationship, 5+1 Things, Comedy, Post-Canon, Derek Hutchins | d3rLord3 Lives
Summary:
It clicks.
Will pieces it together slowly. Avery’s bloodshot eyes. The sudden radio silence during the New Years. The short time period in which it seems to have happened. The mess of the apartment.
The unfamiliar, red hoodie he hasn’t stopped wearing.
Holy shit, Will thinks.
Avery’s going through a break up.
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Five times Avery’s roommate absolutely hates Avery’s “ex”-boyfriend, and the one time he finally approves of him.
RIP Marjane Satrapi, author of the amazing graphic novels Persepolis about living during the fundamentalist revolution in Iran in the 70’s and 80’s. She also created the animated movie based on the graphic novels, which is where these gifs come from.
Reblogging in honor of Marjane Satrapi, one of THE great graphic novelists. Her comic Persepolis was a crucial text for shaping my belief that comics can deeply explore identity, culture, politics, and history.
here's the lgbtq tag trending as it does regularly due to multiple porn bots catfishing using the same stolen pictures of the same trans woman on the same page
remember the year in review? this was one of the featured tags. note that despite neither the image nor video in the posts in this screenshot being marked as mature content, this screenshot of them is going to mark this post as mature content as soon as I post it
here's some of the lovely messages of positivity you can expect to get if you're a transfem on this platform! I cropped the real-life gore images out of the first one, the person in the second one has made multiple posts like this + pedojacketed me and still has that same account and does that same shit, and the the person in the third took weeks for tumblr to do anything about, because:
here's tumblr staff stating that making explicit death threats towards transfems is not a violation of the ToS or user guidelines!
and here they are stating it again! and while we're on the subject of who the user guidelines apply to:
here's SPECIFICALLY AND EXCLUSIVELY MY CONTENTLESS REBLOG of a year-old post with 15,000 notes being flagged as sexually explicit (over 100 times in case you thought it was maybe a fluke) despite the image in the post not actually showing anything, SPECIFICALLY AND EXCLUSIVELY MY CONTENTLESS REBLOG of a heated rivalry gifset showing two fully nude dudes fucking center frame getting flagged as sexually explicit, which it is according to tumblr's definition, but despite that it has tens of thousands of notes and in fact is so popular and shared that if you look over to the third image you can see that same gif as one of the trending tag thumbnails! and on that note:
here's an episode of an anime available on youtube with a TV-14 age rating that I posted a screenshot of that got flagged as sexually explicit, had the appeal denied twice, got fully nuked off the site, and then got my entire blog marked as mature for posting!
and here's that same already-marked-as-mature blog curiously being marked as mature a second time out of the blue 15 minutes before they dropped the age verification update that would hide mature content!
and here's my first blog of 13 years getting a SPECIAL type of mature flag that marks all of my posts as mature content individually and separately from the actual mature content label!
you don't get to appeal these terminations btw! they automatically and instantly deny your appeal and send you the rejection before you even get the email telling you they got the appeal and will carefully review it
not that appealing will do anything anyways! here's tumblr staff terminating me for explicit content when I appealed the explicit flag on a post that they accepted the appeal on after terminating me for it,
and here's tumblr staff denying my appeal on that termination, lying about why i was terminated, terminating my already-and-still-terminated blog a second time to change the termination reason to one i can't appeal, which they then upgraded from an account deactivation into a postmortem full account nuke! isn't that wild?
here's them doing it to me a second time
and here's tumblr staff terminating me FIVE TIMES in multiple weeks it took them to do anything about a burner blog and a post pedojacketing me and encouraging people to harass me forever over completely fabricated claims that everyone spreading it around admitted were false on the post itself by the way! note also how only the burner blog got deleted - but the main account? just a post removal. after weeks of it being reported and spread around. the fastest of my terminations during this period was three hours after making the account by the way!
which isn't an isolated occurrence, either! they'll pass over multiple open, avowed nazis posting swastikas and slur-filled nazi race science shit about how they think black people are biologically inferior subhumans for months on end to nuke some random transfem off the site in as little as 10 minutes after account creation, then take MULTIPLE MONTHS to respond to your report of someone sending you harassment messages to tell you that the content you reported has already been removed (because it's an ask in the inbox of an account they already terminated along with four others in the time it took them to respond)!
And to really send a clear message about where they stand, they've REALLY ramped up the termination of transfems since the start of pride! And everybody will act like you deserve it and are a subhuman unworthy of life if you don't openly support the multiple ongoing harassment campaigns against transfems, all enabled and quietly endorsed by tumblr staff and moderation!
i headcanon Adrian to be an environmental landscaper and architect, who designs clothes for fun because they're just that talented and badass. they spearheaded the making of Grace's biodome and his erid-cultural closet lol
by the way it's fine to like sexual content just for the sake of it. "we can't ban porn because other stuff will get banned" "sometimes nude art has value" "the government will classify queer people as sexual" this is all true but it's okay to just like porn. its okay to not want porn to be banned because you like it.
if you decide to become a police officer then that outweighs any other marginalised identity you can rustle up like. not sorry, who asked you to willingly become a pig
There's a thing in Classics studies where you'll read surviving descriptions of Ancient Greek automata which attribute all manner of near-lifelike behaviour to them – then you look at the reconstructed plans for the automaton in question, and it's a device with roughly the sophistication of a wind-up mouse.
The broad consensus seems to be that the authors of such descriptions are exaggerating for clout. For my part, I look at all the people in the year 2026 who've managed to genuinely convince themselves that LLMs are not only sapient, but smarter than they are, and I think: hmm.
Will's attention was on the pages of the report. He missed the moment when a bystander approached Hannibal and whispered something.
A few seconds later, Hannibal was right in front of Will, taking off his blazer.
"Will you please hold this, my dear?"
Hannibal didn't wait for an answer and carefully placed his blazer on the file in Will's hands. "Sure?"
It wasn't even that warm. He had seen Hannibal keeping his blazer on even during sunny summer days.
"Thank you. This as well," he added and took his expensive watch off.
"What are you doing?"
As if they had a feeling, the forensic team approached Will.
"This is gonna be good," Beverly murmured.
"What is he doing? Who is that guy?"
The punch was audible, just like the thud that followed as soon as the body hit the ground.
"Dr. Lecter?" Jack barked and then looked at Will, expecting an explanation. Will ran towards Hannibal, holding his stuff.
Hannibal unclenched his fist and looked at his hand, reassuring himself he had done no damage to his majestic hand.
The paramedics rushed towards the passed out guy that Hannibal had forgotten about.
"Hannibal?" Will asked confused.
"Thank you," Hannibal said as he grabbed his watch.
"Who was that?"
They both looked at the guy as if he was a scoop of ice cream fallen on the ground.
"Someone who was staining your honor."
"Hey, Jack, come here," Beverly said and grabbed his elbow, "Me and the boys found something important."
"But -"
"I said it's important," she accentuated, giving Hannibal and Will some room without any of them.
"My honor?" Will asked as he watched Hannibal putting his blazer on, elegantly.
"Mine as well. He intended to bribe me so I could tell him what's wrong with your head. I assume he was a journalist."
"I really can't care less about that sort of thing. You don't need to..."
"Well, I care. I don't condone that sort of thing."
"Is your hand alright?"
"You should know by now that I am not that fragile. In fact, I feel revigorated."
"You will be the talk of the Bureau for the next six weeks. I think it makes sense."
"That they will talk?"
"Yeah but not only that. No one witnesses your violence. They only see your tableaus. What happens behind them is a secret. You managed to be under the spotlight while keeping your human suit on. And you do like attention."
Hannibal didn't contradict him. A playful smile appeared on his lips.
"I like your attention."
"You have it. Next time someone tries to bribe you, tell me. People expect me to lose it."
"Will," Hannibal said flattered, "You would have punched this individual if I had told you what he had done?"
"I would have punched him even if you had just asked me to punch him. I don't need you to give me any arguments. No piece of trash gets to insult you. You can take care of yourself when I'm not around."
Hannibal's eyes flickered.
"Dinner?"
"This guy?"
"No," Hannibal replied amused, "I was asking you out."
"Yes, dinner."
"I did get his business card," Hannibal whispered.
Summary: Following an accident, Will suffers from temporary amnesia. He forgets about encephalitis, about Hannibal being the ripper, about being framed for murder and his time in the BSHCI. Every time he is close to figuring out what had been done to him, he has a seizure.
(inspired by "we were liars")
Tags: angst, mystery, hurt/comfort
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Chapter 1
"It feels like," Will started, "a piece of my life is missing. I think about last months and nothing comes to my mind."
Will stopped and corrected himself. "No, not missing. It feels like a piece was stolen. Everyone around me knows exactly what has happened other than myself."
"The human brain's plasticity remains underestimated even to this day," Hannibal said. "Jack Crawford attempted to answer your questions, didn't he?"
Will nodded. "Then I had a seizure."
"Give it time, it's all I can advise you, Will. And starting from the beginning might be the way. What is the last fragment you remember?"
Will closed his eyes. It felt like walking down an endless corridor in the dark. He could feel the walls, the door knobs but he couldn't enter any room.
"Take it slowly, don't push yourself too hard."
Hannibal's voice guided him, like a beacon.
That was clear.
"You," Will murmured.
Hannibal shifted in his seat, legs-crossed, gaze on Will at all times. "What about me?"
"I remember I was sick. I had a fever. I was so tired. And you were the only one I could talk to. You got really close," he said.
Hannibal nodded audibly. "That has not changed, Will, I am here. We are going to make sense of it."
"I have a deja vu sentiment," Will admitted. "I feel like I've done this before - searching in my mind for something that I cannot recall. And I do think I was successful but it comes with a feeling of emptiness."
"Deja-vu's are quite common in amnesia."
"I don't know," he said and rubbed his face with his palms, "I have questions. And I'm aware the answers might evoke seizures but...can I at least mention what I'm questioning the most?"
"Of course," Hannibal said and clasped his hands, "We stop whenever you feel like you've had enough."
"Alright. There's a bullet wound on my shoulder. That is what I asked Jack about before I lost my consciousness. And there's something else, I can't recall anything related to Abigail. I would like to talk to her one of these days."
Will noticed a change in Hannibal's gaze and a slight tilt of head.
"Where is Abigail?"
"I need you to listen to me, Will. Nothing regarding Abigail is your fault."
"Why won't you tell me then?"
"I will tell you but I need you to be calm. I don't want to push you over the edge."
Will got up from his seat, nervously. He said nothing for a while, walking from one side of the office to the other. He stopped in front of Hannibal's desk and brushed his fingers against his drawings.
"Tell me," he repeated.
Hannibal left his seat elegantly and joined him.
"She died. The Ripper killed her."
Will remained frozen, as if one of the doors from the labyrinth in his mind burst open and blinded him with light.
"She couldn't have, we were just talking about something. I visited her, I promised her to..."
He had held her hands in his. They had talked. He had reassured her. He had promised to protect her.
"I am sorry, Will."
"That's impossible."
"I couldn't have accepted this."
"You did have a hard time accepting this, indeed. This is as much as I can tell you regarding this subject. I'm sorry, I'm afraid that anything else would trigger you."
Will's breathing was shaking as he stared into the distance, lost. Darkness engulfed his mind and vision, like a heavy fog after the rain.
When he opened his eyes, Hannibal's palm was on his forehead and he was hovering over him.
He was laying on the floor of the office
"Will?"
"Not again," he whispered, remembering in the episode from Jack's office.
"I am here," Hannibal said softly, caressing his face gently. It was the only sensation that felt real. The warmth of his palm.
"What was it that you told me?"
"I will not repeat it now. We will take smaller steps from now on." His thumb circled his cheekbone. Underneath his touch, Will felt the frustration threatening to spill out.
Not towards Hannibal, he was his paddle. He had always been. But towards himself and towards the infectious feeling that something had been done to him.
Hannibal wiped his tears quietly, placing a hand on his chest, pressing lightly, just enough to ground him. He could feel every sob against his palm, every vibration coming from his lungs.
"I'm sorry," Will whispered feeling his tears roll towards his ears. He had no grip on himself.
"There is nothing to be sorry for," Hannibal had reassured him. "Nothing is abnormal. It will be a lot to unpack, Will."
Will noticed scars on Hannibal's wrists and the emptiness threatened to invade him once again. He grabbed the hand on his chest and turned it around, to get a better look.
"Who has done this to you?"
"Nothing for you to be concerned about at the present moment."
"You cannot tell me because it's related to me in some way," Will said and tried to sit up, ignoring the vertigo that buzzed his brain and vision, as if someone had pressed on multiple piano keys at the same time. He grabbed Hannibal's other hand and looked at both wrists.
"Who did this to you? Did we catch him?"
Hannibal nodded.
The next question almost made him choke on his words.
"Do you resent me for it?"
"I do not."
He had applauded him for his effort back in the day, shame Will could not remember.
Will ran his finger tips over his scars. Hannibal had done nothing but support him. Once again, he had ended up in a difficult position because of him.
"I'm sorry."
"No damage done."
"There clearly is, Hannibal."
Will stopped himself abruptly. His name felt familiar on his tongue. He could not remember a certain instance where he had addressed him so lightly.
Hannibal looked a bit puzzled towards his reaction, probably curious about what had started him all of a sudden.
"Anything new?"
"Somewhat. Are we on a first-name basis? Why did I do that?"
Hannibal's expression softened. Will was so unpredictable. Something as simple as that troubled his beautiful mind.
"Yes."
Will allowed Hannibal to help him stand up.
"What an eventful session. Jack Crawford will like hearing about this."
"Speaking of," Hannibal said while still holding a hand on the small of his back, "Our sessions are no longer the FBI's business. I have been officially your therapist for some time."
Will's lips remained parted. "It's the first good news I hear."
Hannibal smiled in return. "You did exceptionally, Will. All this time. Even what you cannot recall."
"I am not so sure. You are hurt. I have a few scars myself. Probably more than I can recall."
"Don't we all?"
Will nodded. Hannibal had his way with words.
"One more thing before I leave. This is rather awkward to ask."
"Ask anyway."
"What is my situation with Alana?"
Hannibal didn't reply immediately, trying to filter what he could say from what he had to omit. "Slightly complicated. I am giving you a little warning, she might be a little resentful. Or overly concerned. Both at once, in actuality."
Will arched an eyebrow.
"I am still not dating her and she hates me for something that I cannot remember."
"Hatred is a strong feeling, Will, not fitting for our colleague. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Sure."
"Start from what you know. And don't force yourself. Reach out to me at any time."
