So I’ve been obsessing over the resident evil movies, live action. More specifically the final chapter.
Just a quick thing
(When I speak of ‘the girl’ I mean her. i really don’t know he name im sorry but if you’ve seen the movie she’s the one who gets sucked into the fan and goes gskshekwjwkjwlwjwkshhhrrrinnnngggg ya know.)
I find it incredibly funny that wesker is so insulted by the fact that girl flipped him off through the camera that he personally makes sure she died. It showed no indication he was planing that. And if he wanted to kill them all he could of done it sooner (using the fan) so it’s very obviously spite.
I think his smug smirk radiates insecurities. And it’s just a small detail I’m glad they added into weskers character. As he is insecure. :)
(Half of my phone screen isn’t working and I’m on vacation so no funky fonts, mb gang)
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I’ve always adored the Hannibal movies and books and loved Hannibal as a villian. And just pondering now I realise a big factor of that is because he’s a male killer who isn’t driven by insecurity or the need to prove something. His motives and emotions while doing what he does (OM NOM NOM) is left unknown and he isn’t freaking out over it, he isn’t sorry, he’s not doing it to prove anything or because he can’t talk to women (which is so common with male killers in both fiction and real life) but just because he has a taste for it. It’s simply but his philosophy is so complex and is in fact a philosophy. Is not pretending to be some complex psychological thing that’s JUST trauma, it’s HIM.
I’m ignoring Hannibal rising in this because that book was a product of blackmail basically and I’ve never liked it or what it did to Hannibal character (for those who dk basically the rights holder and director of the movies was like “write the book or we get someone else to do it” cause they wanted another movie. It was written in less than a year and I doubt it was ever Harris’ intention to make his backstory known.) so I tend to ignore it!!
I’m also ignoring the series, even if I have seen it zillions of times, because again I do not like what it does the Hannibal’s or anyone’s character. It’s very much made for a TV audience and it’s just fucked I’m so many levels. I will probably do an entirely separate post on why I don’t like the series. Though if you like it that’s fine!
So yeah. Slay Hannibal fans (this will be edited on my laptop when I’m home and have better WiFi cause the format is shit, the lack of bold text is shit and the fact my WiFi isn’t good enough so I can’t add gifs is shit too.)
Though I’m gonna try and make this a one time post and just pin it, I’m sorry to the people who may see this who think this is cringe
WITH THAT OUT OF THE WAY…
I’ve been making bots for a few months now. Mostly because there are little to no good bots for the characters I like. So I took it into my own hands.
My C.ai user is NotShirleySchidmt
My most popular one is a Hannibal Lecter scenario I will link so you can either check it out or just find my account through it :)
I have some bots from dmc5, apex legends (just caustic), dr Isaacs (re: the final chapter) and other random ones including but not limited to inspector goole.
MY TUMBLR IS WERE YOU CAN REQUEST BOTS IF YOU ARE THAT WAY INCLINED! You see a character or not you like but want a different scenario? I’m ur girl. You don’t know how to make a bot you want? I’m also ur girl.
So yeah if you wanna, me requests are open ! <3333
Hannibal lecter: *you were a accomplished and high scoring student in the fbi academy. .*
*your superior tasked you to interview interview
The story between Hannibal and will is a reflection of Clarice and Hannibal.
I know this is most likely common knowledge and I’m just really tired but i can’t stop thinking about it.
I’ve always loved the series but never as much as the books or movies but looking at it with the perspective that is what the movies should of been for Hannibal and Clarice makes me appreciate it more.
The Hannibal trilogy is a love story, it always was. Between Hannibal and Clarice (going off silence of the lambs and Hannibal) and it’s added a thrill that’s brings many of us back to those books no doubt. But the films were made and simplified for a broader audience. Which is honestly understand, I doubt the metaphor of cannibalism as a way of showing love, and dark romance, would do too well in the box office. So I find the movies enjoyable on their own, as their own thing. Although I didn’t like how they portrayed the relationship between Clarice and Hannibal, as said by another poster, Hannibal would never kiss Clarice without her consent, and their love was never meant to be as one sided as it was (I’m sorry I really can’t remember their user but I follow them I swear. Can’t take credit for that point x)
But the Hannibal SERIES was perfect, the deep rooted homoeroticism really gif the story that was being told, making it a love story without being specifically a love story. Much like silence of the lambs, Hannibal etc. and I feel like the movies would be a lot better off if it was done like Hannibal. Though Clarice and Lecter were always more explicitly into each other and showed it in a more traditional fashion (if you can call car wheel licking and finger touching traditional). Unlike will and Hannibal who acted more like cats leaving dead things on their owners porch as “gifts”.
But what’s IMPORTANT here is that will and Hannibal, or hannigram, is a reflection and retelling of the chemistry between Clarice and Hannibal in the books.
I’d love to go more in detail one day, as it’s something I do love thinking and talking about. And this is definitely needed to be read with a grain of salt. It’s like 6:40 am and I’ve been awake for a while now lol.
i usually post on wattpad and use tumblr for reading or speaking my mind, so sorry my followers who just see this
Patrick Bateman x fem!reader
WARNINGS: smut/NSFW, dubcon, degredation, forced proximity. the mains ones, if you think i should add any more let me know <3
you and bro are trapped in a elevator/lift together. you hate him, he hates you. but he always knows how to pass the time.
(It’s been to long since I’ve seen this movie, so bare with. read through once or twice but there probs still a few mistakes)
You and Patrick Bateman had never gotten along. You were all he hated in a woman. Strong minded, opinionated, *a human being opposed to an object*. Good thing for him, you hated him just as much. Objectively at least. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get something out of his controlling and rude nature. Though you’d never admit that to yourself. It’s everything you stand against. But that was half of the appeal…
Much to your utter disgust, and no doubt his own, you two were stuck in an elevator together. It had stopped working between floors. And you two would be in here for at least an hour. Or so the mechanic on the emergency call told you.
“Just my damn luck..”
You annoyedly mumbled to yourself. Running your fingers through your hair.
“You read my mind”
the words uttered from his pampered mouth held no emotion whatsoever. It wasn’t a surprise.
“I can’t think of anything I’d want less in all fairness. Reading your mind would no doubt drive me to jump until the damn lift drops”
*here we go again…*
“The fact that you 're even considering that means you’ve thought about it at least once.”
He sounded smug, like catching you in a lie. Though you didn’t let it show how much such a small comment got on your nerves
“It’s not like there’s much to think about when we are trapped together in such a small space”
You grumbled. mind spiralling to try and distract you from your current circumstances though it wasn't much of a distracting, judging by the fact your eyes locked straight onto him. A hungry gaze masked by judgement wandered over to his slightly taller, and a lot broader, body. You were stood leaning against the closed door. He was standing straight on the other side, no more than 3 ft between the two of you. Of course this was a perfect opportunity to check him out, not like he’d get anything but an unnecessary ego boost from it.
Your eyes dragged over him from head to toe. Lingering on the way his tailored slacks tighten over his toned thighs. You wondered how much the man could lift. But the thought was soon pushed from your mind as your eyes landed on another part the pants strained against.
letting your gaze stay in his bulge for longer than you were willing to admit to yourself. You felt like the type of people you so despised. Checking others out as if they were a freshly cooked steak. You took your self disgust as a cue to avert your ever-more interested eyes.
But that glance was all you needed for your mind to spin.
Sadly, said glance was also all he needed too.
“You’re as a subtle as a brick”
He broke the silence. Your face immediately flushing, albeit subtly. Ironic.
“Don’t pretend I haven’t caught you getting more than an eyeful of all the women in this office. They should put you on a damn leash”
she retorted. Shifting in her stance to cross one ankle over the other as her back arched off the door in return. Your poor shirt straining against your full chest at the movement. The small gaps in the fabric give a clear enough view to see the ash grey bra you wore. This time it was the bateman's hungry eyes drinking in the sight.
“Dressing for comfort over appearances? Maybe you're not as much of a slut as I thought”
You scoffed at his comment. Running her hand through her hair once more before responding, reluctantly.
“Proving my damn point”
“I never said I didn’t. Keep up.”
You felt your fists clench in self restraint as he continued nonchalantly insulting you. One of the many reasons you fantasised about the man begging for mercy from you. In any and all ways. Who could blame you though, right?
Entertaining him with a response would both add to your annoyance and his smugness, so you decided against it. The fact he continued shouldn’t have been a surprise. And this time he took a step closer.
“You should wear lace tomorrow. Black, balconette style. Easier on the eyes”
He quips. It did nothing but make your damn blood boil. you were always quick to react.
“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
The scoff scoff drew a twitch from his eye. It was barely noticeable but enough to make her feel proud for getting a reaction.
“I was thinking the same about you. Although I’m sure it would be easy enough to make you”
“What do you m-“
You were cut off by a strong hand lacing in your hair and tugging you to the side sharply. Your head kept to the left, the side of your neck exposed. And much to your surprise, the movement drew a involuntary whimper from her throat
“hmm.”
he took another step closer so his body kept you cornered against the door of the lift. His grip tightening in your hair and pulling you down further. your hands darting up the grab his wrist in a feeble attempt to get away from him
“Get your damn hands off you me you sick bastard-“
you were once again cut off. His free hand strikes you hard across the face and draws another, more pained whimper from her. A grimace formed on your lips as the sting flooded the sensitive flesh of your cheek. And you glared up at him.
He showed nothing. Not even a smirk. And despite it all, the dreaded ache of arousal coiled in the dip of your pelvis in a way you've never felt before.
Your breath was heavier, hotter. And then he finally chuckled. It was mocking with nothing real behind it. More a show of dominance than anything else.
“This will pass time I guess. Kneel, whore”
You whined in response to his venom laced words. Shaking your head as much as you could with his grip still in your hair, as strong as it was. To nobody’s amazement, this didn’t sit well with the man.
He wrapped a leg to coil around yours before giving you a sharp jab in the back of the knee with his heel. Taking a swift step back to give you enough room to fall to your knees. His hand never leaves your hair for even a second.
“I can see it in your eyes. Dont lie to me.”
Before your protests could leave your mind, he’d already unzipped and unbuttoned his slacks. Freeing his almost concerningly hard erection. He really was getting off on forcing this out of you. And to your disgust, you were too.
Without a second thought you presented your open mouth for fucking. Your rational thought now completely clouded by arousal and you accepted this was in fact happening. And he accepted the invitation with open arms, and legs. Invading your mouth with his painfully large cock.
You gagged, the result of his negligent speed of thrusting into your mouth and instantly hitting the back of your throat.
the feeling of your throat tightening around him in attempts to purge him of your insides was almost euphoric. Expressing his pleasure in an almost inaudible grunt.
He used his grip on your locks to guide your head to meet his thrusts. Beginning to fuck your face as if you were nothing but a toy to him. And it suited you. That was all you were to the tall, brunette businessman taking advantage of your less and savoury kinks.
His pace increased. The spare, large and veined hand of his bracing himself against the door of the elevator you were once leant on. your satisfyingly tight throat meeting every snap of his hips.
You moaned around him. The depraved noise sends a subtle vibration right through him.
“Do that again..-“
He spoke between the heavy breaths synced with his thrusts. And you knew it wasn't a polite request. And you happily, instinctively obliged. More moans being forced from your Pre-cum soaked throat.
He never lost control of his thrusts. The only thing he gave as warning of his climax was the distended groan he let out before his grip on your hair tightened very painfully. Soon your throat was warmed and coated in ribbons of cum. And he glared down at you. A silent demand you followed almost eagerly. Taking great care to keep your eyes locked with his as you swallowed every last drop. within two attempts. It was difficult while he was still in your mouth.
He removed his cock eventually after he was satisfied you’d taken him fully. And as quickly as it all happened, his tailored slacks were zipped up once more and his back was against the far lift wall.
Your jaw was left aching. Your expensive lipstick smudged down your chin and mascara gathering at the corner of your eyes. But you stood. The action of you standing made you realise the lift was moving up again. That trademark ding ringing out as you finish readjusting your skirt.
You turned around just as the door slid open. Wordlessly pushing past the people crowded around waiting to see if you were both ok. You hoped you walked fast enough that your ruined makeup looked like the blur of movement.
But Just before you were out of earshot, you heard that painfully familiar voice ring out from behind you
“Maybe you couldn’t read my mind but I sure as hell read yours”
I’ve just had to most epic tragic storyline with a fucking ai bot from the walking dead and I’m sobbing it was such a good story and it ended tragically and it was so sweet I can’t bro
Dr. Chilton: “I don't believe Lecter's seen a woman in eight years. And are you ever his taste! So to speak.” -Silence of the Lambs (1991)
Hannibal Lecter: “Do you think it's because I like to look at you and imagine how good you would taste, Clarice?” -Silence of the Lambs (1991)
Note: this is dialogue from a deleted extended scene of their second meeting and can also be heard in Hannibal (2001) when Clarice is listening to the audio tapes of her conversations with Dr. Lecter ⬆️
Mason Verger: “So, what do you think? Does Lecter wanna fuck her, or kill her, or eat her, or what?” -Hannibal (2001)
Cordell: “Probably all three, though I wouldn't wanna predict in what order.” -Hannibal (2001)
Also first of all, my text is fixed so that is fun!!
!Talking about nsfw things in the Hannibal book series!
Second, just read a tumblr post about the patterns of how Hannibal lecter imagines how Clarice would taste, and everyone can see it too (I will reblog it)
But In the Hannibal book it is take to a whole new level
Hannibal breaks into clarices car and LICKS her steering wheel where her hands would of been
Also at the end of the novel, it’s mentioned, in short, how good Hannibal’s head game is so confirmed Hannibal is a munch
Fr tho the story between Hannibal and Clarice, at least from my perspectives was always a live story and in the end becomes a mutually respected one, I love it <3
NSFW plz and thank you (my whole account basically although this post is just about general fanfic IDFK GIVE ME A BREAK ;0)
Fr tho I haven’t posted in a hot minute so here’s some brain vomit just for all you pookies
I’ve just been reading the best William afton fanfics I’m honestly blown away with how masterfully written they are! All a person could ever want.
It’s been a heard to for me as of late, I’ve really been struggling and I find fanfic a nice little escape for a small part of my day. And it fills me with so much joy that so many talented people show their creativity for people like me to enjoy, I appreciate y’all <3
How my boyfriend can put up with these ramblings I will never know but ily pookie thanks for listening to me explain fnaf lore 🥰
So we’ve already established how much I read on tumblr right?
Now with every single wesker fanfic, or any fix I’ve read recently tbh, or ever, why is there no taller reader rep?
Every story w out fail has some variation of “as he towers over you” or something like that and 99% of the time I’m taller than the people I’m reading about😭
Tbf tho, realistically the majority are shorter than these characters, I’m just 6’5 and salty lmao
But despite that literally y’all authors are so talented and confident putting ur work out there for people like me to read no matter what it’s about! I appreciate y’all for that, love all my authors sm <3
Oh Lordy Mary on a cross please help me god for I am in no way going to heaven after what I have read
In all seriousness I had no idea that shit was public, I have no desire to turn that setting off however cause I don’t think people care that much. And anyone who knows of me on this platform probably reads smut to tbh. over all knoCk yourselves out if you fancy some snooping <3
‘It’s like he was walking around in the dark and then finally, he saw this one person that he recognized and that recognized him. Unfortunately, that person is a cannibalistic serial killer. He’s still kind of navigating that.’ ~ Hugh Dancy
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