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@offspringofmadness
rp for will graham's daughter, mia graham. +18.
mia is 19, she's an fbi trainee, who was given the position due to her special talent to recognize predators of children. based in the oc mia graham from the fanfiction rotten meat by mayanakti on ao3.
imagine being Will's daughter and having the thickest ass and being like "yeah, I got it from my dad" lmao
um...
How does Hannibal react to his child talking to him in a foul language?
He Stares ™️
"Excuse me?" *eyebrowless raise*
Lowkey proud for the audacity
"Go to your room. Now."
"Come to me." *cuts throat*
Turns his back and gives silent treatment.
Is Will a dad who cares about language/tone/the way his child speaks to him?
Yes, but he just gives them A Look ™️
Yes, he says the classic "language".
Yes, he pulls the Hereditary mom "don't talk to me like that I am your FATHER"
A little, but he just sighs and shakes his head.
Oh it's on, he is *triggered* and their ass is getting whipped.
He barely registers.
He's secretly proud that they're a rude little shit tbh.
"If I was Hannibal, you'd be dead, yk?"
He slaps their face AH! DRAMATIC!
He raises the bar and talks to them in even worse ways.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
New chapter of this rotten little trauma-poetry of a fic.
it's finally here. Mia's back. dead dove-ish.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@offspringofmadness
curious to know how you imagine Mia's facial expressions and mannerisms I love that poor baby
like this!
Ohh hii!! I didn't check your blog for 1 month now😭 the reason is I thought you were going to delete your account because of many people being quiet shitty😕 I was so sad and lowkey didn't want to accept the fact you were not coming back lol
BUT I was soo happy to see you were back and even created this account for Rotten Meat! I spent hours reading all the posts I have missed these weeks. I hope you're doing fine by the way, take good care!<3 don't know if you still remember me🧍🏼♀️
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hii worm anon! hope these kept you entertained! I'm less active on milk but mia and the story has my heart so I keep them safe here <3
will you ever write rotten meat again? it was my favorite thing because I've always had the same fantasy but no one writes about it
You know, I'm not sure :/. It was very expository and takes a lot of effort to structure that whole idea into a cohesive plot, and because not that many people were interested, it seemed like a lot of trouble. I'm glad it offered you something, I still answer questions about it on @offspringofmadness 🤍
What would be Will's reaction to Mia self harming or suicide attempts because of the secret relationships she had? 🫀
Oh god guilt. So much guilt. Drowning in it. Then resentment, "I told you not to get involved with men, I told you to stay away from them, why didn't you obey me, why didn't you listen? Don't you love me?" I think he would feel such boiled rage that he would instinctively blame her, even if just for a moment, for not doing what he told her, and causing him suffering. As if her love for him was measured by how good of a girl she was.
What was Will's reaction to Mia's boyfriend if she had any?
He’d never even heard her speak of anyone before, no half-whispered phone calls, no glances in the mirror that might have meant something more. As far as he knew, Mia’s world was his and his alone, a small and quiet kingdom of two.
Then there was Michael, who appeared out of nowhere like a ghost Will couldn’t banish. It happened when hen Will was sick with encephalitis, and Mia had been at the hospital constantly, holding his hand through it. It was there, in those sterile white halls, that she met Michael, a doctor with a gentle voice and the kind of smile that meant to put people at ease.
Will didn’t know any of this, not until the whole thing had already unraveled. Six months it had been, he discovered later, six months she’d managed to keep hidden from him. He only found out when Michael drove to their house one night, looking for answers Mia hadn’t given him after asking for a break.
Will was furious, of course. Confused and more than betrayed. The way Michael spoke, careful, soft, understanding, only made it worse. Will felt something tight and hot behind his ribs, and he had to leave the house altogether to keep from saying or doing something he might regret.
Michael, for his part, understood immediately. He understood why she’d never brought him home, why she’d kept that part of her life separate.
Curious to know what rotten meat Will does when he wants to reprimand Mia 👀
When she was little, he didn’t, he couldn’t. She was so quiet, so gentle, that there never seemed to be a need. He’d watch her, the sort of gaze that saw everything and missed nothing, and she would melt under that, no need for words or punishments.
But things changed as she grew. She became feistier, testing the edges of their strange little world, and that’s when the looks started. Will had a way of glancing at her that could still her in her tracks, that flicker of disapproval in his eyes enough to set her heart to trembling.
When looks no longer held her in place, he turned to his voice. A low tone that cut through the room like a knife. He never shouted, not really, but the weight of that voice was enough to bend the air around them.
If that, too, failed, he would reach for her arm, fingers digging in just enough to remind her who he was.
The final recourse, the one that left the air in the house brittle and cold, was the denial of affection. That was how he truly punished her, by turning away, by withholding the warmth she’d grown to crave. He would lock her in her bedroom, yes, but it was the absence of his touch, the absence of those murmured words at night, that cut the deepest.
milk what were the most challenging moments Will had as a single dad?
Well, there were those first few months after Mia was born that were pure hell, no other way to put it. Newborns are fragile things, all skin and milk and feverish crying, and Mia seemed to catch every little cold that drifted through the winter air. Will was terrified. He lived in a constant state of watchfulness, ears tuned to her breathing even in the rare moments she slept. He swore he could hear the catch in her breath from across the room.
Then there was the matter of taking her to work. He never wanted to leave her with anyone else, couldn’t bring himself to trust anyone with her tiny, drowsy weight. Mia, for her part, refused to go to anyone else anyway. So he’d carry her, bundled in soft layers, to whatever job he had lined up (he had to take a leave from the field work ofc so he was fixing up things at that time), working with one hand and cradling her with the other, always half-aware of the warmth of her head on his chest.
The worst, though, was when he would fall sick himself, those fevers that turned his body to lead, the bone-deep aches that would have laid him out if he’d had the luxury. But he didn’t. He still had to cook for her, bathe her, change her and soothe her to sleep. He did it all because he couldn’t bear the thought of her needing something and him not being there to give it.
She was a good kid, though, always was. So quiet, so strangely attuned to the hush of things. When he was sick, she wouldn’t ask for anything. As she grew, she learned to reach the cabinets on her own. She’d pour herself a bowl of cereal and eat it without complaint, never asking for more than he could give. It was something he held on to, that quiet understanding of hers, that gentleness. It’s what got him through those nights when the fever burned and the world outside was nothing but wind and ice.
Was there a song Will played or sang for Mia as a little kid? <3 -🥠
Will used to sing Unforgettable by Nat King Cole to Mia when she was little and couldn’t sleep. There was this one night, winter scratching at the windows like an old cat, and Mia fussing in his arms, her eyes too bright for sleep. He was tired, so very tired, but he walked the narrow rooms with her clutched to his chest, the lamplight low and wavering in the corners, his voice soft and a little hoarse from the cold that was creeping into his bones.
He had to be up early...work waited, indifferent to his sleepless nights and the small weight of her in his arms. But he kept moving, kept singing in a voice that was more breath than melody. His head felt hot, and he knew he was getting sick, the fever a slow ache behind his eyes, but he never let her see that. He only brushed his lips against her soft hair, murmured nonsense in a low hush, and tried to let his warmth fill the cold that lay in every corner of the house.
The floorboards creaked under his slow steps, and the hush of the snow outside seemed to fold around them, wrapping them in a cocoon of winter stillness. He would pause every so often, pressing her closer, feeling the soft weight of her against his chest, and then start moving again, the song still on his lips. There was something beautiful in that, his exhaustion, his tenderness, the quiet vow he kept weaving with every note, every step in that cold, quiet house.
What's Mia's favorite dish Will makes? —🥝
Probably his sardines stir fry, or his herb and lemon baked branzino! Occasionally, when he's in a particularly good mood he'll make her salmon crudo with brown butter, citrus and soy (Hannibal gave him this recipe).
Is Harry (potter) also the same archetype as Will? And Sam Winchester too?
Yes, great observation. Harry even pulls Voldemort to fall off a cliff with him haha! But yes, it's the male struggling with his darkness type!
what about birthday cakes?? 🎂
Hannibal; Will (he tried!! it's a cake mix but he did buy the extra sprinkles!!)
