#years!!

[datcravat]

remade an old WIP from 2021

[goremade-a]

after  the  fall,  hannibal  finds  that  the  heat  in  their  new  home country  was  a  cumbersome  thing,  his  sweat  addled  body  sticking  and  attaching  itself  to  the  breezy  clothes  he  adorns;   even  the  softest  of  silks  feel  as  if  sand  paper  is  aggrieved  down  his  spine,   the  feel  of  his  flesh  becoming  abused  and  sore  as  the  day  wears  on.      

hannibal  find  solace  in  the  night,   when  there  are  no  witnesses  and  his  flesh  is  bared  for  the  wind,  as  slight  as  it  may  be;   he  spends  hours  on  the  parapet  with  his  back  to  the  moon,   his  head  swaying  with  a  drunken  relief.    

on  this  night,   the  moon  offers  her  face,  but  there  is  no  wind  and  hannibal  suffers  all  the  more  for  it,   leaving  early  in  the  evening  for  his  room,   throwing  the  windows  open,  needing  the  relief  only  dusk  could  bring.     

with  the  healing  comes  the  regrettable  bodily  trauma.   flesh  that  remembers  it’s  offenders  name,   a  mouth  that  doesn’t  scream  and  eyes  that  don’t  leak.   hannibal  is  an  old  pro  at  this  game,   he  knows  silence  like  an  old  lover.    he  returns  to  it  eagerly,  comforted  that  his  pain  is  no  longer  brimming  over  as  it  was  on  the  boat,   uncontainable  and  volatile.    

thoughts  of  the  boat  allure  will  graham  from  the  shadows  of  his  mind,   building  him  into  a  tangible,  living  thing  until  he  sees  him  among  the  limp  curtains.    an  unsure  outline  of  a  man  will  once  was.   younger. 

the  treacherous  open - wound  of  his  expression  invites  will  from  the  shadows  until  he  sees  that  it  isn’t  the  will  he  often  conjures  in  times  of  great  strife;   it’s  his  will  graham,  scarred  and  beautiful,   a  balm  to  hannibal’s  weary  soul.  

under  the  moon,   will’s  eyes  are  silver  and  pooling  like  liquid  starlight.   hannibal  swings  his  leg  from  over  the  railing,  giving  him  his  full  attention,  silently  welcoming  him  with  large,  exhausted  eyes.    

a  lil  thing  for  @decaynoir​ because u know why

[enniewritesathing]

your passion for john and brian just ?? warms my heart. i initially followed you (like years ago) for poses but now i'm just enamored with them and all the things you do with them, and just the hard work and love you've put into them is visible in every screenshot and writing and just !?!? UGH SO GREAT thank you for existing

[badatusernames]

youreyesaredead replied to your post: Haiku of the Day

THIS IS SO DRAMATIC EMMA

I’M IN SHOCK YOU HEARTLESS FOOL LET ME PROCESS 

[lostsometime]

A thought I had, out of nowhere: 

Jade teaching Karkat about pokemon (no no it’s totally better than fiduspawn, really!) and Karkat sort of going along with her until she very excitedly introduces him to her main team.

She names them for her friends.  She has a Tentacruel named Rose, for example.  She has a Raticate named John.

Her littlest is a teeny-tiny Krabby named Karkat.

Please imagine this.  

[purebreadfidough]

ohh my god ive been waiting so long for jinbe to join the crew if he’d died this chapter i wouldve RIOTED

[ottersaurus]

Okay, I might have a problem.