#hannibal rambles

[asadstatue]

Blood really does look black, it's beautiful.

We killed a man together, it's beautiful.

I delighted in killing, it's beautiful.

Now I know who I am, it's beautiful.

I can see what you are, it's beautiful.

I know you love me, it's beautiful.

I love you, and it's beautiful.

It was way beyond a simple sentence, I sometimes find myself repeating it.

[hanighul]

Seeing people use my art for profile pictures and headers makes me so freaking soft!! Big thank you to everyone who does it 🥺💖

(Although please mention it’s my artwork in your bio if you do use it, especially if you’re an artist yourself! Much appreciated 🥰)

Love y’all! <333

[asadstatue]

How Will looks at Molly vs how he looks at Hannibal

Vs

I just love how there's a smile on his face that doesn't reach his eyes. Almost empty, soulless, emotionless, lost. And he really is. In a life he actually never belonged to. An eventually doomed attempt to stick to normalcy.

How he looks at Hannibal. Passion, affection, frustration, rage, determination even. Every single emotion shining through his face. He might be bewildered and in agony, but at least he's alive.

[asadstatue]

"I let you know me, see me."

With that small lip twitch and how he said it I just can't stop thinking of how much self loathing he might have been carrying at that moment for letting his guards down enough for Will to see him and the decide that he doesn't want him-

Not being wanted for a mask/because you mask too well is one thing, the pain it brings when they see you thoroughly and then decide they don't want you is another.

[asadstatue]

"I was trying to save Will from you" WOMAN WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN?!?!

Not hating on Alana but god I do hate how much Alana and Jack infantilize Will. Treating him like a fragile teacup just as Hannibal said, acting as if he needs being "saved" and "fixed", as if he's "broken".

While Hannibal sees all those "broken pieces" as a different design and loves Will for them.

[asadstatue]

Will, who looks at Hannibal... with remorse? Regretting how much time they wasted, how he actually loves to see Hannibal free out of that glass box, his "beautiful" personality not lowered to a wild, bloodthirsty creature.

Will, who can't stand the thought of not being able to hear Hannibal's heartbeats when they come to take him away from him again, who can't stand existing in a world where they don't share blood, breath, touch, warmth, life and death.

Will Graham, who chose Hannibal in death over the rest of the world in life.

[asadstatue]

Imagine you fall in love with someone who mirrors your inner darkness. You fall in love with them not [only] for their looks, or their charm and elegance, but for the very beast inside them.

You try to forget, you try to live a normal life fooling yourself into thinking you can keep going without them, that you can survive the separation this time.

And then, you see them again. After three years. And you realize not only your feelings haven't changed a single bit, but also your darkness, the real you isn't going to go anywhere. You couldn't kill him, nor your feelings for him, and you couldn't even bring yourself to jail him. Yet, he's caged now, and so are you.

Good? No. It was many things, but definitely not good.

[asadstatue]

Do you think Hannibal is scared of being forgotten? Not the monster he is in the eyes of the public. Not the Chesapeake Ripper, and the Dr. Lecter others knew, but the Hannibal Will sees and knows. The only person after Mischa who knows him thoroughly: the man capable of such fierce love that makes him give up his freedom for it. The one who views beauty differently, the one who doesn't flinch away facing the ugliness of mankind.

He does find the idea of death comforting and he lives to the fullest. But if no one remembered [the real] you, could you say you ever lived?