#fancy cannibal

[voidburgers]

Inv

And I mean give him a tophat and Monocle.

[ohterribilita]

Skilandis

The Wendigo did not sleep consistently. Sometimes when the hunger was strong, it didn't sleep at all, and stayed awake with bright, beady eyes searching for unsuspecting prey in the urban jungle. Other times, it slept the rest of the dead, curled into a big black feathery ball in a pit or nest of its own making. It could not sleep indefinitely, however, as the hunger would always break it out of its rest, or it would become too uncomfortable as its physical mass grew and grew. At best, the excess flesh and feathers (and sometimes limbs and teeth) were a nuisance, at worst they were a liability, a clear warning that it was not what it seemed.

The first thing it did upon rising was strip a long leathery piece of flesh from its cheek, tossing it to the floor. The black flesh would dry and wither, then turn to untraceable dust if not disturbed. It sat up, clawing at its face and shoulders, and the excess feathers shed away, leaving an outline on the bed of where his body had lay. With that accomplished, it looked to its side at the prone form on the mattress. For a few moments it seized Bran up with its eyes and licked its lips. The prey was so close, and so exposed, pink and covered with little orange speckles. It leaned in close and inhaled deeply against Bran's skin, then raised it head to his hair, sniffing again. It smiled and bared its teeth, leaning in to the soft, exposed neck..

No, it thought, sitting back, not yet. Not this one.

It let out an annoyed wuff of breath. It went against its instincts to leave such vulnerable prey behind. But the Man knew that Bran had been perfectly polite, pliable, warm. So the Wendigo rolled out of bed without taking a bite out of the young human. It stood, stretched, then went to shower, rubbing off the rest of the extra flesh and the smell of sex and sweat. It sniffed at a few of the soaps in the bathroom but found them offensively cheap, though it didn't blame Bran for that. he was obviously too weak for the finer things in human life. He needed to eat.

The Wendigo dressed and left the apartment to buy a newspaper and to stalk the alley where it had hunted last night. The area was surrounded by bright yellow police tape and a throng of people. When a pretty blonde reporter asked him about the incident, it said it was a shame, then went on its way. 

It had eaten all of the food in Bran's apartment (well, not the ramen, but that was in the bin now), so it went to a grocery store first. Being surrounded by so much fresh food energized it, and by the time it was walking back to Bran's, all the soreness from the excess growth had gone out of it.

It was fortunate to be accosted by a young man with a knife a few blocks from Bran's building. It had bought other meat to restock the young human's kitchen with, but it was happier when it was able to return to Bran's with a shoulder of mugger.

The food it wasn't going to cook went into the fridge, and the rest it arranged on the kitchen table. It shed the suit jacket, pushed up its sleeves, and got to work, preparing a roast of shoulder with vegetables, eggs, and a swan constructed delicately from apple slices. It ate mouthfuls of raw shoulder stripped from the flesh with the pilfered knife while it waited for the roast to finish.

[davelleparallel]

I've been hearing a lot about why Beverly Katz went down into the Murder Basement, but I just wanna add one thing.  So she found the Human Meat, right?  She should be done, right?  Go to tell Jack, right?  Except NO.

Because she knocked over that wine, and realized there was a goddamn Murder Basement.  And the Chesapeake Ripper was famous for what?  Extended torture sessions in secluded places, keeping his victims alive for very long periods of time to extend their suffering. 

So if Beverly Katz discovers a secluded area in the house of a Fancy Cannibal she is now pretty sure is the Chesapeake Ripper, she knows there is a chance that there is a goddamn live victim in that basement. 

And she is gonna go and make sure. 

BECAUSE BEVERLY KATZ IS A GODDAMN SUPERHERO.

...or whatever, it's been a long day. 

[ourladyoflazarus]

But this instance, we wanted Hannibal to maintain his dignity on one hand, and then also be really impressed with Will. Like, “Attaboy. That’s the spirit!” is kind of the attitude that Hannibal has with Will in this instance and he’s enough of a grown-up in terms of his being aware of what he has wrought in this world with his actions, I think he figures he had it coming. The thing that does surprise him is that Will had it in him to take action.

— Bryan Fuller

[gothiccharmschool]

Hannibal season 2 trailer! (Full of spoilers, of course.) ::SHRIEKS, FLAILS, REWATCHES::