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[well-come]

[artthatremindsmeofhannibalnbc]

Jan Davidsz de Heem, Vase of Flowers, c. 1660 Oil on canvas

[datenightfright]

Hey there! I have no idea where that thought came from but aren't there movies where the female lead at one point only wears fancy jewelery and surprise the male lead? Since the only men on your blog that I assume to know those standards are Brahms, Hannibal and Norman (his house looked amazing in the movie!), I wondered how they would react if they saw a movie like that with their s/o, whisper to them how they'd like to see them like that and get surprised later on by a naked s/o that tells...

Ask Pt 2:I should’ve known the two part ask would cause trouble^^’ please excuse the trouble this might have caused! The rest of the ask was the s/o wearing nothing but a smile, telling their slasher that they don’t own any riches but hopes that their happiness and love for them is enough. It’s really cheesy and seriously, if you don’t like this you can just drop it >//< I’m sincerely sorry for the trouble!

No Trouble at all! In fact, I really liked this ask, it was amazing and so…beautiful. IDK, I’m feeling Sappy as I write this. Thank you so much for asking. I enjoyed writing this out. 

Slightly Lemony under the cut. 

Brahms: This…was a surprise. Brahms knew you knew where his space was in between the walls. What he never expected was for you to make your way there to greet him with little more than one of his cardigans. He looks at you, cocking his head to the side in confusion. You twiddle with the hem of the sweater. “I know it isn’t jewelry.” You mutter, not daring to meet his gaze. “But, I hope my love is enough.” 

He has to think for a moment, trying to figure out where all this had come from. It dawns on him, the old black and white you saw earlier that week. The lady had made love with nothing but jewels on. He’d made a comment about how he would love to see you dripping with diamonds. He hadn’t meant anything by it, not really. Seeing you now, so distressed at being poor.

Brahms picks you up in his arms, feeling playful despite the serious moment. Your yelp makes him giggle. “You make me happy,” He says, pressing the lips of his mask to your cheek. “That’s more than enough for me.” You giggle, still feeling silly. He places you on his bed, gently removing his sweater from your body. He appraises you for a long moment. Then, taking off his mask, he smiles. “Let me show you just how happy you make me,” He says, kneeling in front of you. 

He promised that he wasn’t going to stop until you felt as rich as an empress. 

Hannibal: This…was the opposite of what Hannibal wanted. Don’t get him wrong, he love seeing you on his silk sheets, naked and ready for him after a long day at the office but…what had led up to it. 

You’re smart, but you often missed subtext. When he’d made the comment about wanting to make love to you as you shimmered with jewels, he’d meant he wanted to make love as you shimmered with the jewels HE bought you. It was a pride thing, arrogance if you must, but it was a little fantasy he’d been cooking up for a while. The only reason he hadn’t say anything outright was because he knew you were funny when it came to topics like money.

“Darling?” He asks, undoing his tie. He knows now really isn’t the time for sex, but damned if you didn’t look inviting. “I can’t give you much,” You tell him, sheepish but maintaining eye contact nonetheless, “But I can give you my love.” You shrug, “It’s all I have really.” Hannibal makes his way towards you, climbing on top of you, trailing kisses up your body as he goes. “Your love is all I could ever ask for.” 

Norman: In typical Norman fashion, he freezes as he takes in the sight of you. Coming home from grocery shopping to you in an open robe was one helluva positive. He smirks, noting the robe is in your favorite color. “Whatever I did to earn this. I’m going to have to do it more often.” He teases. 

You can barely look at him, all of a sudden nervous. “I-” You start out wincing at the crack in your voice. “I know I’m not the most glamorous in the world, but,” You look at him, smiling. “You make me feel like a movie star anyhow.” Norman is quick to put the groceries on the counter. Gathering you in his arms, he rips the robe from your body, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder. 

His hands roam your body, already planning out the afternoon you’re going to have. “It’s the least I can do,” He mutters into you lips, “Considering you make me feel like a god.” 

[helfarewell]

Fandom-wandering, season 2 : Barely two weeks ago, I was a huge ball of feels for Rogue One, now I’m reading ChillyWilly fanfictions, like, how did I get here ?

[datenightfright]

May I request the killers' reactions to their S/O telling them they love them for the first time?

(Thank you for the ask! I’m excited, this is my first request, I hope I did alright)

Pairings: Slasher x Reader

Warnings: None

Hewitt: Thomas was scrambling to find his mask. He hadn’t expected you to be over so soon, he hadn’t has time to properly get dressed. You watch him as he tries his best to hide from you. When all is said an done, and he has his mask over his face, you take his hands in yours, kissing his knuckles. “Tommy,” You say, smiling up at the massive man you’re lucky enough to have in your life. “Tommy, I love you, you know that right? I don’t care what you look like.” It takes Thomas so long to react, you were ready to take the confession back.He takes you into his arms, and nuzzles his nose in your hair. You smile, understanding that he loves you too.

Sawyer: It was a particularly hot night in Texas. You and were laying on the bed, fan full blast trying to cool off. Even under the oppression of the heat, Bubba was still playful. He’s sitting next to you, putting on a show with a few stuffed animals. You can help but laugh at his antics. Once you’re finished with your giggle fits, you wipe some of the moisture from your eyes, “Oh Bubba,” You say, “This is why I love you.” Bubba drops the animals in surprise. Of course, he loved you, he’d loved you since he met you, but for you to actually share those feelings…Bubba sniffles and crawls in bed with you. Despite the heat, he pulls you close to him, peppering your face with kisses. He figures it’s easier to show you how much he loves you, rather than tell you. 

Michael Meyers: When it comes to Michael, the only time you say any real passion in his eyes is when he’s killing someone. You understood that about him, so you didn’t expect to see such fire behind the mask when he walked in to see you dancing and singing along to a silly Halloween song. You stop, finally noticing him in the doorway. Heat rises to your cheeks as you mumble a very sheepish ‘hello’. Michael,in a rather playful mood after having chased down and killed tonight, skips a few songs a head to slow one. Gathering you up, he starts dancing with you. You can’t help but lose yourself in the moment, putting your head to his chest. Closing your eyes, you sigh in contentment. “I love you Michael.” You mutter, low enough so he can’t hear you. Unfortunately, Meyers has a wonderful sense of hearing. He smiles behind the mask, having wanted to hear those words for a long time. 

Jason Vorhees: It was the dead of winter, and you were snowed in. The great thing about that was you had enough food, water, and entertainment to last you the rest of the winter. The bad thing about it, was it start to smell after a while. Being a rotten zombie and all, Jason needed to air out every once and a while, even during the coldest months of the year. Which was why you’d been staying as far away from him as the little shack allowed. You could tell it was starting to fray on his nerves. He was a creature in want of affection, and you simply weren’t giving it. “I promise I love you,” You say, watching him pace back and forth. “It’s just, you smell bad.” You noticed he stopped pacing in order to look at you. You gulp with unease. “Jason?” you mutter, wondering if he’d decided now was a good time to kill you. He nods instead, satisfied. you loved him, that’s all he needed to hear. 

Hannibal Lecter: you’re sure that Hannibal knows about your feelings towards him. he’s a smart man and not much escaped him. But still, you felt the need to tell him aloud. You’re fairly confident that he feels the same way, but you can never be sure about these things. Which was why you were setting yourself up for rejection. You took one look at yourself in the mirror, feeling confident he’d at least like the way you dressed. With one last reminder that psychopaths don’t process feelings the way normal people did, you make your way to the kitchen. You had offered to cook dinner tonight, and surprisingly, Hannibal had agreed to the arrangement. You walk into the kitchen to find him testing the food. “Really?” You say, smiling. “I couldn’t help myself,” He admits. “It’s simple, but good.” Your face heats up at the compliment. You’re going to thank him before he continues, “I know what tonight’s about,” You gulp, shit. He regards you for a tortuously long moment. “Me too,” He says. You smile, it’s not how you wanted this evening to go, but you’ll take it. 

Pinhead: He’d known for months. Despite the knowledge, he was shocked when you muttered it. It had been a comment more to yourself that to him, just to get it out of your system he knew. Just you hear the words spoken aloud. Even so, it moved the human part of him, somewhere seated deep inside his black heart. It was curious, that three little words should cause such a feeling. It takes him a long while before he realizes that he loves you too. It makes him uncomfortable at first, but he manages to twist it. Love was a sort of torture in and of itself. It cause people to lose their minds, to thing they never thought they’d do. When he’s sufficiently convinced himself of this fact, he allows himself to confess his love for you as well. 

Norman Bates: You’re both in the kitchen, full after a hearty breakfast. You were stirring your now cold tea, smiling sweetly at Norman. “What is it?” He asks, turning red, patting his face. “Is it egg?” You laugh. “No, I’m just thinking.” He lets out a little laugh. “About what?” You smile and place your hand on his. “About how much I love you.” Norman chokes on his coffee, face turning an even darker shade of red. You frown, this was not how you imagined this confession going. After a few moments of spluttering and trying to catch his breath, he finally manages to say “I love you too.” 

Daniel Robitaille: You’re dancing with him in the living room when you say it. You’ve had a long day, and dancing was the last thing you wanted to do, but it made him happy, so you couldn’t deny him. You sigh and rest your head on his chest. “You lucky I love you.” you mutter. Daniel chuckles, dipping you low and giving you a long, searching kiss. “I was wondering when you were going to confess your undying love to me.” He says, bringing you back up. You already knew Daniel loved you, he had ever since he first saw you, he was a romantic that way. “I must say, it’s nice to hear it. Care to say it again.” You laugh and shake your head. “If you let me go and take a nap, I’ll tell you that I love you all you want when I get up.” He gives you a large charming smile. “Deal.” He says, giving you one last kiss and letting you go.

[super-queer-hannibal-obsession]

I'll be in NYC from July 20th-25th if any fannibals want to hang out let me know! I'm already in contact with a few of you but the more the merrier!

[mcmissileproof]

do the letters BEES (the second E is optional, I suppose, idk I didn't make these rules I'm just participating in this ask meme)

B: A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

Ummmmmmm ummm um I don’t ship much at all so pretty much everything was suggested to me by someone else BUT Miranda/Marie (DGM) is probably my favorite, I didn’t notice at all until someone mentioned it and then it was everywhere

E: Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what

This Hannibal fic in which Will dreams about meeting Hannibal and things make less and less sense (both logical and grammatical) as it progresses.

E: EEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

S: Show us an example of your personal headcanon

hm most of my headcanons are kind of nebulous BUT I have a lot for Komui Lee because I love him and asexual artistic multilingual Komui who misses doing Lenalee’s hair every day, puts other people’s emotional well-being miles ahead of his own, and still feels guilty about losing his pet rabbit when he was younger is the Komui I like the most.

[liopleurodong]

“His name is Applesauce.”

“He likes Applesauce.”

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