Okay, so this is starting because of @quartermastercandlestickmaker and @todorokisrose [yes, y’all both gettin’ tagged in the annoouncement and this one. I need to be clear on who is causing my suffering.]
I’m here in this hole now. This dark pit.
This is not a live-blogging of my watch, but I am writing this live. So, writing live posting later. If that makes sense. I’ll have one post per episode and after I’ll compile them all into a master list.
Spoilers ahead.
What a grand opening my dudes. Thrilling music. He’s got that “he fucked up” face going on. WAIT NO HE’S SHERLOCKING THE SHIT. OH COOL. NO WONDER I SAW SOOME FANART OF THEM BEING BFFS. Oh, I like this. Weird effects flex but I dig it.Ooooooooooo I was not expecting that voice. IS THIS WHERE THE “THIS IS MY DESIGN” SHIT CAME FROM WHAT THE FUCK Have I known this more than I thought.
Also low-key bitch *looks* like a psychopath no wonder what is gonna happen happens. Oh rip Mrs. Marlow ;;~;; that was a hard change bro.
I don’t wanna think about ---
BITCH THIS *IS* WHERE THE THIS IS MY DESIGN SHIT CAME FROM OH M Y G O D
Also Laurence Fishbourne god bless I love him.
It’s difficult for me to be social too, fam. LAURANCE WHY DID YOU FIX HIS GLASSES THAT WAS SO WE IR D???? Also bro same I love you, Will Graham, you funky little sociopath.
“Every girl is a candy bar” mhm okay thanks for that. Will and this sociable thing is really fucking me bro minus the serial killer obsession/profession/vibe.
Laurence Fishbourne is an amazing actor but I’m also digging the dude playing Will (srry names are my weakness so his name is Will.)
Oooooo booi. I recognize Katz from fanart she’s a popular one right. But we’re going upstairs.
I’m so worried about opening the door
Oh
Oh
Oh no
He knew
This bitch been knew
Holy shit
I like the whole thing with eye contact. I’ve seen the gif where it’s mentioned but I like how it’s subtle and not overly emphasized so far. Oh we’re flashing back again. Poor Elise. It’s a super interesting story technique using him as the killer. Also damn bitch “you unstable” you’re such a nosy bitch how were you interrupted when you were asked not to enter
Now everyone is here
Antlers promote healing mhm okay
I wanna hug him but I also don’t want to make him uncomfortable with contact. IS HE STOPPING FOR A DOG OH ,Y HO GOD. I’D DIE FOR THIS MAN. I’D DIE FOR THIS MAN. HE STOPPED FOR A DOG. HEWENT BACK FOR THE DOG OMGH THIS MAN THIS MAN IS,,,,, he adopted a fucking stray dog. This man is lovely. I love this man. This -- HE DOES IT TO MULTIPLE DOOGS OH MY GOD I WANNA MARRY HIM ANDHAVE WINSTON AND EVERYBODY AND OMOG HE’S SUCH A LOVELY STRANGE CREATURE.
Where are we now. In a dream state? OH SHIT WE ARE THAT’S A BODY AND A HEARTBEAT IN MY EAR WHAT THE FUCK ahhhh fun nightmares I love it. Oh shit the towels. Bro. There are quite a few visuals happening.
“USE THE LADIES ROOM” dafsjhg
Stop yelling at him ;;~;;
Woah this is a lot to unpack in this scene you can see Will like slipping omg. It’ss almost unsettling him not having eye contact but like I know the reason for it and therefore it’s just impressive acting and not like unsettling of the actor to do that if that makes sense? I really am impressed by that level of commitment to not have a “look at the camera” to keep showing how he won’t look at other people.
Ooo this is one of the lady psych talkers which is like on the Graham side while the blonde one is for Hannibal, right even tho Hannibal is a brain doc. ALANA that’s her name and that might be how you spell it. She doesn’t want him out there but Laurence needs her to be his back up. (Oh, his name is Jack.) JACK DONT MAKE PROMISES WILL CAN AND WILL GET CLOSE.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHOW WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE SHADWS AND THE ANTLERS PIERCING HER OH MY GOD WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS SHOW I THOUGHT THE VISUALS I HAD SEEN IN FAN ART WAS JUST LIKE FANON IMPOSED OMOG “SOMETHING WRONG WITH THE MEAT” O G M OOG HE’S EATING THEM FUCK
Is this
Is this my bitch
MY BITCH MADS OH MY GOD.
I love him. He’s so unconventionally handsome. He looks like he’d kill and eat me but I’d thank him for it, yanno? Oops.
No nonsense MM handing this crying man some tissues I love it. “I hate being this neurotic” omg the mood also Hannibal’s glance to the tissue is fucking amazing??? V Subtle Acting /cries in beauty
Franklyn, the lion isn’t in the room boy (just discovered I might wanna put subtitles on but they’re not working so rip)
Frankie boy got so scared by that comment thanks, Dr. Lector.
Mhm no secretary that’s,,, suspicious,,,, “sad to see her go” mhm okay sure Jan
Oh this bitch does draw oh my god john hopkins internship and all. Laurence is impressed and Mads is “mhm are you gonna try something” sdajkfgh A LAYMAN DAMN aww he’s like “oomg you’re so amazing dr. mr. sir”
OH THEY’RE IN THE SAME ROOM HERE WE GO BBY
FUCKKK IT BEGINS
SORRY HE’S GIVING THE WHOLE DOWNLOW
“Associations come quickly-” “so do forts”
QEFJWahgrsdfdkq WHAT THE FUCK
THIS IS LITERAL THE FIRST DAMN CONVERSATION HE HAS WITH HIM. I KNEW THE CONVERSATION ABOUT EYE CONTACT WAS ONE OF THEIR FIRST, BUT THIS IS THE LITERAL FIRST WITH THE ADDED BONUS OF HE ACTUALLY MAKES E Y E C O N T A C T OOMGGG??!?!?!?!
Oh ;;~;; “YOU WONT LIKE ME WHEN I’M PSYCHOANAYLYZED” im this is very flirtatious als jack you’re like br o
So he’s the King of Empathy. He’s,,, helping Will see his own face,,, mhm,,,,, what does that say about you, Dr. Lector?
He’s mocking where he was apologetic is this maybe noT
FJAGUDIS
SHIT THOSE ARE LUNGS
OH
“HE HAS A DAUGHTER SAME AGE” O H B O Y THAT’S UH DADDY HAS SOME ISSUES WITH BABY LEAVING HOME
Also this is a copy cat dklafjsghjfd OH DAMN THAT SNAP BACK ABOUT DR. LECTOR FFUCKK MAN.
Also,, I can see why this show,, caused issues,,, a man should not look handsome while eating fucking lungs.
More visions I cannot even
What does this
What the hell is this
Dr. Lector showing up at his house o h .
IS HE FEEDING HIM FUCKING LUNGS BITCH OH MY GD ON A FIRST DATE???
“God forbid we become friendly”
“I don’t find you that interesting”
This smells,,, like a ship,,, mhm,,,,
Breath will damn breath slow and use the words omg
Mhm ookay “we’re just alike” in the first bit…
Uncle Jack sees him as a fine china tea cup. That’s hilarious.
“How do you see me?” says Will.
“The mongoose I want under the house when the snakes slither by,” replies Hannibal WHILE WILL IS KEEPING EYE CONTACT.
OH MY GOD. MHM. KAY. IM OKAY. THIS IS OKAY.
So is there a reason -- “plain but pretty” hannibal gives a look -- is there a reason no official officer is accompanying them like????? They’re both not??? FBI????
Damn hannibal spilling shit everywhere.
HE’S USING A TISSUE TO PICK UP THE PHONE
TO CALL HIS DAUGHTER
MHMMMM?????????
Wait no he’s calling someone else
Who is this
OH HE’S CALLING GARRETT. OH. wait is he helping other cannibals get away. What the fuck. You can’t do that, Hannibal. Is there a fuckking cannibal union yall get together and trrade recipes.
OH NO GARRETT MURDERED HIS WIFE AND KID DIDNT HE OH NO
OH PLEASE NO
Wait we’re back to reality
This back and forth is trippy
Oh
H N
OH NO
FUCK YU HANNIBAL AND YOUR STUPID FUCKING CANNIBAL CLAN THIS PR WOMAN :(((((((((
I do love how this built up to Hannibal being the cannibal but it was Hobbs. NFIEGSIBFD
HOBBS NO
FUCK HIM UP WILL
(also I guess Will technically is FBI that probably helps lmao)
Oh no
O h n o
Dont whisper at him to see bitch
Oh no
Will
Will it’s
Oh no
>:((((((((((((((((((( hannibal Imma fuck you up
Will honey let someone clean your glasses. Does she survive? I hope the girl survives. The Traitor Cannibal Bitch is going with them. Mhm.
Alana tryin’ to protect him. (Does she like him? I got bad news, babe, he’s gonna fall in love with a man-eater.)
shE SURVIVED??? AND HANNIBAL IS THERE WITH HER???? OMOG??? DOES HE FEEL BAD YET YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU READ THE CANNIBAL WRONG AND HE NEARLY MURDERED HIS FAMILY wait is this chick who everyone calls their daughter oomg??? Is this her????
If you’re still taking prompts Could you maybe write something where cans sister and chompoo find out that tin likes can and that ae is dating Pete
(Not taking prompts, just clearing out some old ones. Please do not send me more)
“Chompoo, you really need to be more observant! If you look carefully at these photos I have here, you can see just how much P’Tin loves P’Pete!” Ley carefully laid out several printed out pictures. “This is my favorite.”
Chompoo looked at the photo. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure!”
“Because... It doesn’t look right,” Chompoo said before biting her lip. “P’Pete looks at P’Tin differently than he looks at P’Ae.”
“P’Ae?! Who’s P’Ae?!”
Chompoo blinked. “Don’t you know P’Ae? Doesn’t he play soccer with P’Can?”
“What? That P’Ae? What do you mean he looks at P’Ae differently?”
Chompoo tapped her chin. “It’s weird. He... how do you describe it...” Chompoo looked through the photos. “Uh... Oh! It’s like this!” Chompoo pulled out a photo Ley realized she’d forgotten to throw away. Tin was looking off to the side where Can had been walking by. Knowing the context, Ley had intended to throw it away. “P’Pete looks at P’Ae like this!”
“Wait... Like this?!” Ley examined Tin’s expression carefully. It was soft and distant, but surprisingly focused. If Tin really had been looking at Can, it was as if Can didn’t have to do anything but exist to get his attention. Like all the stars and planets revolved around him. “Impossible!”
“But I swear it’s true! If you come with me tomorrow morning to the Engineering canteen, you’ll see it for yourself!”
Ley frowned but agreed all the same. There was no harm in confirmation. Perhaps Tin would also be there and Ley was hoping to catch another photo or two of them together.
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The following morning, Chompoo lead Ley to her favorite spot to watch Ae. Sure enough Pete was with him that morning. And sure enough, Pete’s look as he watched Ae walk off to get their breakfast was painfully laden with more emotion than any look he’d ever given Tin. Pete was positively besotted.
“This... this is all wrong!”
“Huh?” Chompoo turned to Ley. “What’s wrong?”
“No no no, this is not the way he should be looking at anyone but P’Tin!”
“But... why does it have to be P’Tin?” Chompoo frowned. “Look, P’Tin is over there looking at someone else.”
“WHAT?!” Ley whipped around and found Tin chasing after her idiot of a brother. “No! P’Can needs to get out of the way! I’m sure P’Tin is looking at P’Pete!”
“But P’Pete is in the other direction.”
“Irrelevant!”
Tin continued to follow after Can, eyes sending hearts in Can’s direction. Can seemed to feel them, and would swat the air around him. And yet, when Tin caught up and grasped his wrist, Can smiled, something soft and indulgent, calm and peaceful and Ley wanted to cry.
“See! They’re looking at different people the way you want them to look at each other,” Chompoo announced. “I think your... analysis? Is wrong?”
“I’ll show you wrong!” Ley marched up to Can and Tin, interrupting their weird staring. “P’Can!”
“Huh?! Ai Ley, what are you doing here?” Can turned around and ended up leaning back into Tin. Tin casually put his arms around Can’s waist and Can did nothing to dislodge him. “Why aren’t you in class?”
“Never mind that! Get out of P’Tin’s arms!”
“But, it’s comfy?” Can peered up at Tin. “Are you comfortable?”
“Never been better.”
“That’s- You- Argh, P’Tin is dating P’Pete!”
Can blinked. “Didn’t we sort that out a while ago?” Can looked up at Tin again who looked only slightly less amused. “Are you dating Ai Pete? You should have told me. I’d have bought you condoms.”
Tin coughed politely and Ley felt her blood pressure rise. “Take this seriously, P’Can! Stop getting in the way!”
“Lemon,” Tin said and Ley froze at the seriousness in his voice. “I am not dating Pete. I am dating Cantaloupe.” Tin ignored Can’s slap to his arm at the use of his full nickname. “Pete is dating someone... else.”
“You can say Ae’s name, you know.”
“If I say his name, it counts as acknowledging him.”
Can rolled his eyes. “Ley, go to class. We’ll talk about this later.”
Ley frowned and stomped off, Chompoo following behind. “Why are you so upset, Ley? Isn’t it enough? To let them be happy?” Chompoo asked. “Why does it matter that TinPete isn’t a thing?”
“Wouldn’t you be upset to realize that something you wanted isn’t something you’ll get?”
Chompoo fell quiet for a moment. “I was. And then I realized that if you love someone, you want them to be happy, even if it’s not with you.” Chompoo pulled Ley to a stop. “So that’s why I’m happy that P’Ae and P’Pete are dating.”
“You knew?!”
“Of course I did. I spent so long crushing on P’Ae. How could I not know.” Chompoo pat Ley’s shoulder. “I hope you’ll learn to just be glad that P’Pete and P’Tin are happy.” Chompoo walked off to leave Ley with her thoughts and to reevaluate her thoughts about shipping TinPete.
In a world where reincarnation is common and expected, people stopped to care for a reason or how many times they already lived – they have no memory of their past life anymore.
But Lucas Lallemant can feel that this isn’t his first life, some shreds of his former life still present in his new one. He has this feeling that something from his past life tied him so much to it that he has to find it again in his new life.
Something. Or someone.
“Do you trust me?”
Lucas held the helmet in his hands, looking at Eliott who was eyeing Lucas’ bike skeptically.
“I’m not sure, to be honest…”
“I won’t drive into a pole this time, I promise”, said Lucas with a laugh, pressing a second helmet into Eliott’s hand and swinging one leg over the machine, shifting into the seat so that Eliott could take place behind him. They wanted to go to a coffee in Eliott’s neighborhood and since Lucas came with his bike, it was only logical that he would take Eliott with him.
“How are you so sure about that?”, said Eliott now, looking at the helmet in his hands while turning it around several times as if some secret was hidden in it.
Because the pretty boy on the balcony who distracted me will sit behind me now.
Lucas bit his lip, stopping his stupid self from spilling those words out for everyone to hear them. It was embarrassing enough that only Eliott’s appearance made him lose control over his bike.
“I’m usually a good driver”, said Lucas now, satisfied with this answer.
“It didn’t look like that to me.”
How dares he!?
Lucas’ inner protest could apparently be seen on his face now since Eliott’s lips turned into a smirk while he was slowly stepping closer to Lucas, his gaze wandering over his whole body.
Is he fucking checking me out?
For once, he was glad to own a bike with which he apparently looked hot, according to his friends.
Lucas was now tilting his head to one side, challenging Eliott with that look while slowly putting on the helmet. A smirk appeared on Lucas’ face now too, an idea forming in his head with which he surely would get Eliott onto his bike.
“Or…”, started Lucas slowly, “Are you just… afraid?”
“Me? Afraid?” Eliott’s voice was higher pitched now with offence, raising his eyebrows instantly, “I’m not afraid.”
“You are. Or you don’t want to be close to me. I cannot think of other reasons why you wouldn’t drive with me.”
Lucas wanted to take back these words in the moment he said them. He slapped himself imaginary, once, twice. He couldn’t make it more obvious now why he was so eager to drive with Eliott, to take him for a ride on his bike.
Or you don’t want to be close to me. Wow, fucking congratulations, Lucas.
Eliott was staring into Lucas’ eyes now, the only thing visible from his face with the helmet on. Lucas was glad that Eliott couldn’t see his blushing cheeks, the embarrassment written all over his face this way. He acted like a love-drunk idiot and he hated himself for that. The only thing left now would be some drooling over the intense stare with which Eliott looked at Lucas now. But something in Eliott had changed as Lucas said these awkward words, some stubbornness could be seen on the other boy’s face and before Lucas could desperately think of something to say to smoothen the rising tension, Eliott suddenly put on his helmet, sitting down behind Lucas in a flowing motion.
Lucas heart was starting to beat faster, again, as Eliott slowly wrapped his arms around Lucas’ waist, shifting closer to Lucas and holding onto him tightly as if his life depended on it.
Don’t interpret too much in it. He’s mainly afraid that you could kill him.
“Are you happy now, biker boy?”, said Eliott with his voice being near to Lucas’ face.
And Lucas was smiling, his mouth covered by his helmet. He started to motor, turning his head a little to the side to be closer to Eliott this way.
“Very.”
And with a howl of his bike, he took off, Eliott clinging onto him.
This is going to be a good afternoon.
.
“So, what would you like to have? I’m inviting you.”
“No, Eliott, I don’t—”
Eliott lifted a hand and stopped Lucas’ uprising protest through that, Lucas pressing his lips together in an effort not to say something nevertheless.
“I asked you out for this date and that’s why I’m also paying for it.”
Date, date, date.
He was really having a date with the hottest dude on college. Lucas smiled slightly to himself, thinking about all the jealous girls and boys who would change places with him in a heartbeat now. But this was his moment, his date, his little hours of joy.
“If you insist…”
“I do”, said Eliott while flashing Lucas that beautiful smile which made Lucas’ knees kind of weak.
Eliott was holding the door open for Lucas and Lucas smiled at him, slightly blushing at how much of a gentleman Eliott was. The others only thought of him as weird because they didn’t know about him. And everything which was unknown to the human beings was weird.
Lucas was scanning the card, already knowing exactly what he wanted. But before he could open his mouth, his mind started to think. If he would order his usual drink, Eliott would maybe think of him as some kind of child. No, Lucas wanted to look grown-up and mature and so he would just take the most disgusting thing ever – a big black coffee. The fucking things he did for Eliott.
“I’ll take—”
“A big hot chocolate with cream and cinnamon on top of it.”
Lucas slowly turned his head to Eliott, staring at him with widened eyes.
Are you fucking kidding me, bro?
Eliott was still looking at the card, slightly chewing at his lips while doing so. It seemed like he said all of this without even really noticing and Lucas…
Lucas was shocked.
“How… How do you know this?”, stuttered Lucas. He never told him about his big weakness for hot chocolate with cream and a pinch of cinnamon on it, he never told him that he was disgusted by coffee.
“What—”
Eliott was now turning his head towards Lucas and he froze as he suddenly seemed to realize what he just said. What Lucas just said.
“How do you know that I would like to have this exact drink? I never told you about it.”
Lucas saw some kind of panic flashing over Eliott’s face, the other one trying to hide his emotion immediately. But Lucas saw it and he wouldn’t unseen it.
“I – I don’t know, you just seemed like the hot chocolate kind of guy to me.”
Eliott was rubbing the back of his neck like he did when he asked Lucas out for this date, apparently being nervous. Lucas was still confused, now even more. This was definitely the worst excuse he’s ever heard.
“I’ll go and order for us, okay? You can already find a table for us”, Eliott said with a quick smile while nearly fleeing from Lucas. Lucas still couldn’t believe that Eliott just guessed his preferred drink and he squinted after Eliott, his mind working hard on finding a solution for all of this.
Maybe Yann was right.
Maybe Eliott really was a mystery after all.
.
“So, how is it to be the son of a famous politician?”
Lucas rolled as his eyes at this typical question and laughed, taking a sip from his hot chocolate while Eliott was watching him the whole time. He got himself a big cup of coffee and Lucas still couldn’t understand how people could drink this beverage of a devil.
“It has its benefits, to be honest.”
“Such as…”
“Such as the big parties and the alcohol for free.”
Eliott snorted at this, looking into the cup of his coffee and Lucas smirked, enjoying the view he had.
“What about you, Eliott? A lot of things are being told about you…”
“Such as…?”
Eliott raised his eyebrows and Lucas chuckled quietly.
“I’ve heard that you’ve been on this college for over 10 years. I’ve heard that people think you are actually a murderer.”
Eliott looked at him with wide eyes, not quite believing what Lucas just told him. And Lucas laughed because he couldn’t believe all of that shit either. But if he could tell Yann and the others about this conversation, about the truth of it all, maybe they would finally accept that fact that Lucas was slowly but surely falling for that boy in front of him.
“Yeah, I know, it’s ridicu—”
“Well, maybe the people are right.”
Lucas froze midsentence frowned. Eliott was leaning forward now, his breath already grazing Lucas’ cheek while looking straight into his eyes, being close to Lucas’ own face now.
“Maybe I’m a murderer and I just want to seduce you so that killing you will be even easier.”
“You’re doing a great job in seducing me”, said Lucas quietly, his voice sounding strange in his own ears and he couldn’t actually believe what he just said. The moment where he wanted to slap him and again and again was here again.
Eliott took Lucas’ answer with a grinning face, reaching out and taking a strand of Lucas’ hair in his fingers, watching the mess which was Lucas’ hair as if it was something special.
“You’re not like everyone, Lucas Lallemant”, said Eliott quietly and his gaze shifted to Lucas’ eyes now. Lucas was sure that Eliott could hear his beating heart and he was also sure that Eliott knew what he did to him.
What a little fucker he is. Taking advantage of young, lovesick boys like this.
“Can I take this as a compliment?”, asked Lucas quietly, not daring to shift in his seat or the move at all because he was afraid that Eliott would stop touching him then.
God, what the fuck is wrong with you, Lucas. You’ve never been lovestruck.
But he never met a person like Eliott before, too.
Eliott smirked.
“You can.”
.
“Thank you for bringing me home”, said Eliott with a smile after Lucas took his helmet off, running his fingers through his hair. He was aware that Eliott watched him while doing so, stretching out his movements to a slow-motion version of his usual action.
I can also play this game, Demaury.
“Of course. The next time, it’s your turn”, said Lucas while smirking and leaning the bike against a pole. He was strolling to where Eliott was standing, taking position in front of him now and looking up into his eyes which were sparkling with light.
“And thank you for inviting me for the coffee… I—” Lucas stopped now, the confidence he had just gathered turning to dust again. If he would tell Eliott now that he would like to do this again, Eliott would maybe think of him as creepy or maybe he didn’t want to have another date with him or—
“I would love to do this again sometime”, said Eliott now and Lucas’ doubts disappeared immediately, leaving Lucas with a warm feeling of happiness and anticipation.
“Me too”, he said and didn’t try to hide the bright smile on his lips. Yann and the other boys would never understand how it was to finally find someone who was on the same level as you. And Lucas didn’t want to give up this feeling anytime soon.
“Well… I’m gonna go inside”, said Eliott and was still watching Lucas, only looking up to eye the building behind him, “Stay safe.”
Lucas nodded and was about to turn around as Eliott’s hand wrapped itself around Lucas’ wrist. Lucas froze, looking back to Eliott with his big, blue eyes and something in Eliott’s eyes seemed to… move. So many emotions were written all over his face that Lucas couldn’t grasp all of them – he was merely fascinated by the feelings rushing over the other boy’s face and he felt something stirring inside of him, something which never really was awake at all. Lucas’ gaze wandered from Eliott’s eyes unconsciously to Eliott’s lips. They were full and tinted in a light pink. And he could see from the corner of his eyes, that Eliott was watching Lucas’ lips too.
Come on, Eliott… Do it…
Lucas’ eyes jerked up again as he saw Eliott moving, the taller boy slowly leaning down so that he was even closer to Lucas. Lucas’ lips parted on their own accord, his pulse nearly drumming in his own ears and he couldn’t believe what was just about to happen.
Do it, do it, do it, do it…
But suddenly, Eliott took another strand of Lucas’ hair between his fingers, letting the hair slide through his fingers.
“Salut.”
Eliott smiled, turned around and left, going inside his house. Lucas was gaping after him, being alone on the pavement now, the longing for the other boy still present in his every vein.
Lucas was alone, completely confused and with lips which just wanted to be kissed by Eliott.
