#feelsanon

[elfrightsactivist]

@feelsanon replied to your post “Am I writing DA fanfic? Well yes I am glad you asked”

JUST DO IT

@thelastofthecrazypeople replied to your post “Am I writing DA fanfic? Well yes I am glad you asked”

What about? When can I read it? More information is required here :)

FYI: I did it. It’s sad. It’s immediately post-trespasser and it ruined my soul. I’ll post it so it can ruin yours too.

[spikystar]

11, 20, 40, 48

11. Who is a mentor to you?

tbh I haven’t really thought of anyone in my life as a mentor? I like to keep in mind or receive different opinions or ways to see things but, i don’t like follow guidance from one particular person (maybe that’s why i feel so lost most of the time??)

20. What can you see outside your bedroom window?

I can see parts of our little plants in our minuscule front “garden”, the useless metal fence (people can actually climb it?? what was the point original owners) and the almost always lit windows from a catholic school. 

40. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

I have so so many ideas for tattoos dear god. Like a watercolour or abstract tattoo would be fucking fantastic but i have to research and see if there is someone who makes them in my country. But i’d also like a phrase like “keep on” or something cheesy like that kind somewhere on the front of my left shoulder of as a reminder to myself.

48. Describe yourself using one word.

imaginative 

thanks dear!! :D

[gruntsandpoetry]

istg holly i saw your giveaway graphic and now i can't stop imagining will panicking to.... SOMEONE about how he almost kissed hannibal and it's the cutest thing ever and i'm crying thanks

[elfrightsactivist]

feelsanon replied to your post “Also okay fuck my across-the-street neighbours. They’ve gotten...”

και δεν έχουν λεφτά να το ταίσουν και δεν λεει να το βουλώσει κάθε βραδυ στο τσακ είμαστε να καλεσουμε φιλοζωικη

feelsanon replied to your post “Also okay fuck my across-the-street neighbours. They’ve gotten...”

ρε άσε έχουμε το ίδιο πρόβλημα και με τους απέναντι και τους δίπλα. οι απέναντι έχουν ένα μικρό το αφπνουν μόνο του αλλα πάει στο διάολο εχει φαί και κήπο. οι διπλα εχουν ενα λυκοσκυλο να και με ολοκληρο κηπο το εχουν δεμενο στην πορτα

ΨΟΦΟΣ ανάθεμα το σπίτι τους

τι στον πούτσο τα παίρνουν άμα δεν έχουν την πρόθεση να τα φροντίσουν δηλαδή ασταδιάλα πια με τα γομάρια που έχουμε μπλέξει

το ακούω κάθε μέρα και πονάει η ψυχή μου με τους παλιομαλάκες

[elfrightsactivist]

scarletclarinet I saw your ask and I love you and soon I will answer appropriately with drawings instead of words because did I mention that I love you

feelsanon and serkershit I haven’t forgotten about your requests either but I’m currently too busy randomly bursting into tears because of the end of DA goodbye 

[gruntsandpoetry]

prompt: digestivo setting. after hannibal has brought will home and they've both changed and bandaged, will wakes sometime in the middle of the night while hannibal is keeping an eye on him. something quiet and private and personal. a last connection before will sleeps again and the inevitability of morning's events happen.

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Will wakes to the sound of rustling paper. Uncertain where he is, his heart begins to race, his last memory before the world faded to black the cold press of Cordell’s scalpel into his flesh.

Grounded by familiar surroundings, he realizes he is back in Wolf Trap, back in the comfort of his own bed. Through the dimly-lit dark he sees Hannibal seated in an armchair at the foot of his bed, pencil gliding smoothly over paper.

Hannibal’s hand stops, dropping his pencil and pressing it between the pages of the notebook. He places it on the floor when he catches Will’s gaze, quietly standing before perching on the edge of the bed.

Will flinches only slightly when Hannibal touches his cheek, then his forehead, inspecting his wounds. The touches are clinical and tender, but if Will had more energy he would be tempted to lean into the warmth of his hands.

They don’t speak. Hannibal gazes into his eyes and Will doesn’t know if he wants to laugh, or cry, or scream at him to leave and never come back. He is so very tired, so he settles for silence instead.

Hannibal takes his hand, gently cradling it in his own. Will is too weak to pull away, is uncertain if he even wants to, something inside him still reaching out for the attentions of the monster who left him bleeding on his kitchen floor. The beast who wanted to devour him. The man who saved him when someone else dared to try and take his life.

The soft glow of lamplight forms half a halo around Hannibal’s head. In Will’s mind’s eye the other half takes the shape of claws and teeth, twisted antlers suspended on a sunbeam.

In Will’s mind’s eye a teacup gathers itself back up again, the sound of hooves on pavement rattling inside his head. The kettle sings, a raven-black stag snuffing at his neck as sleep pulls him down again. Hannibal’s warm presence remains beside him, enveloping him in the safety of the dark.

Safe, for now, deep inside the belly of the beast. Safe, for now, tucked tight inside the coil of Il Mostro’s tail.

[gruntsandpoetry]

feelsanon reblogged your post you and i have begun to blur:

#i need to know if bottom right was exactly how this scene went#because if it was........#[sweats]

It is exactly how it happened, not a single frame removed or moved around or edited any differently than it was on the show... and you know sometimes i’m like nah i’m maybe reading into the season 2 subtext a bit too much but then i remember that their sex faces were literally blurred into one another during a scene where Will saw Hannibal’s true form in the room with him while he had sex with someone else, and before this scene Hannibal and Alana played an instrument that was nothing but a glaring metaphor for Will and Hannibal’s relationship and playing with someone without even touching them and I have to go lie down because jfc show jfcccc

[gruntsandpoetry]

more s2/s3 parallels bc i can. in s2 will fake courting hannibal with freddie's flaming wheelchair and unable to run away with him in the end. s3 actual real courting with chilton's flaming wheelchair (not even by his own hand, manipulation skill up the wazoo) and actually running away with hannibal in the end. both finales with water imageries and tender embraces B)

My favorite part of the whole “fake courting” thing is that Will was apparently trying to be so conscious of what he was doing, even though the show played it ambiguous for us there for a bit, when it was revealed what he was doing we were supposed to believe he was just playing Hannibal the entire time but he completely lost himself in it and the ruse became the reality he actually wanted...

Then in season 3 he was so unconscious of what was even happening during the red dragon arc it seemed. What happened with Chilton wasn’t some carefully planned thing, it came about naturally, out of his own curiosity, out of allowing himself to be and feel everything he was becoming at the end of season 2 with seemingly no conscious effort whatsoever, until maybe the finale that is.

And the beautiful thread connecting it all together is that no matter what happened Will loved Hannibal too much to actually ever kill him (even if he did fantasize about it), or allow him to be killed, or want him to be caught. If he was going to die, Will was going to die with him, Will literally cannot live without him, and I know we talk about Hannibal’s profound love for Will a lot but Will loves Hannibal so fucking much I don’t see how anyone could ever see this as unrequited tbh.