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Hannibal Advent 2018, Day 17, December 2: candles

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why is hugh a million times harder to draw than mads

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Following my little habit of recreating Caravaggio’s masterpieces with serial killers here’s Hannibal. 

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A little animated artwork of Chiyoh and Bedelia <3

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Skuespiller Mads Mikkelsen

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ENGAGEMENT CARD for @t-w-a-m-p ♡

Hey there ヽ(*ﾟｰﾟ*)ﾉ

This is my gift for the @hannigramholidayexchange 2015 and I really hope you like it! >o< I’ve been stalking your blog for quite a while now and you’re really cool! This gift was a real odyssey since I basically repainted the whole drawing after the first time I thought it was done hehe. Aand figuring out Hannibal’s face with the different light sources probably took me the same amount of time, but now it’s done - so: Hurray! I thought it would be cute to have them wear their engagement rings on different hands because Will and Hannibal are identical different. ♡ 

I wish you a merry christmas <3 (In two weeks ;)) And a happy new year! All the best for 2016! :)<br>

Lo

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My commissioned piece for @fannibalfest-toronto’s Mind Palace exhibit & auction! It was awesome seeing so many old friends & meeting new ones at the con this year, and it’s definitely inspired me to catch up on posting art across social medias soon :)

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Halloween is coming soon and I was in the mood for some Vampire - Hannibal - Fanart. I hope you like it!  

Happy Halloween Fannibals!

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Georgia O'Keeffe - Deer Horns (1938)

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I have shaped your scars

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III of Swords

Heartbreak, grief, pain 

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Working the Night Shift

His name is Hannibal Lecter, and Will knows this.

He knows that Lecter works the night shift—that he goes out late, and comes back early.

And Will knows that, since his moving to the apartment above, he has been assiduously hounded by insomnia.

It claws its Cerberus paws at his skull. Clefts the aching throb of his homely sanctum in two.

There has been no peace since Hannibal Lecter came to town.

It’s not the nightmares—present as they are in his numbed emotional stasis—which he finds unendurable.

Will can receive nightmares and reform them into art. That has always been his way.

But Christ, the noise.

It gets to him. Grabs him by the throat. Shakes him into wakefulness at midnight; three, four in the morning; or whatever other time Hannibal gets back from his sporadic spells of employment.

The dragging movement of boxes across hardwood floor; the clanking of metal; a thumping furniture heaviness.

You’d almost think he was dragging bodies.

At first, the thought makes Will laugh.

Then, it darkens into foulness.

Murder is no excuse for rudeness.

Or, at least, that is what Will plans to tell Hannibal on the Thursday evening, before he leaves for work.

If he can manage to hold out until then.

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