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k-s-morgan · 3 years

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I am really sorry you received that kind of ask. It is ok for different people to perceive things differently but sharing with you doesn't make sense since you clearly ship Hannigram. I have a genuine ask here. I came to know some of the main blogs. And they all turn out to be shipper of Hannigram or Hannibloom. I like some of the writing but some bloggers seem to demonize Will. Also why do you gloss over the problems and the abusive part to look like it is romantic. I am genuinely clueless.

Sorry if it came across as anything else, but my problem is that when I watched I saw those problems. Then what am I missing if so many bloggers are saying something else. Is it not true that abuse happened, Will was turned into something bad like Hannibal. They develop some bonding but how can that be good or true bonding ? It looks like trauma bonding on part of Will and obsession from Hannibal. And represents Will's seduction to madness and evil. How can this be love or good ?

And really sorry if this feels not ok ask for you since you ship it. I am confused about the romantic thing fans represent as if soulmate and true love. Then maybe fans like to imagine it's like that ? Or is it really seen as something sweet nice. It is ok if you don't wish to answer. Have a good day.

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Hello! Don't worry, I don't mind getting genuine asks even if I disagree with them)

The first thing to understand is that no one thinks Hannigram is healthy or sweet by real-life standards. It's a dark romance between two awful people, so what's sweet for them is giving each other gifts made from corpses and sharing a cannibalistic dinner. Such pairing is not for everyone, so if dark romance isn't your sort of genre, you are highly unlikely to appreciate it. It's simply about preferences. You also need to understand that real-world morals cannot and shouldn't be applied to a show like this. Unless you can, you won't be able to understand why fans love Hannigram or even this show (and since it’s majorly about their relationship, it’s not surprising most fans ship it).

If you addressed the "glossing over abuse to make it romantic" part to me, then I have never done that) Most other fans don't do it either. 'Hannibal' is a very complex show. What Hannibal has been doing since the start of S1 is help Will accept himself and become stronger - this is a fact. Is it romantic? In a way, yes - he just met this man and became so invested that he started planning a family for them, taking personal risks to ensure that Will gets freed from society's expectations. Is it a normal thing to do and is such 'tough love' approach acceptable in real life? Of course not. That's why the two shouldn't be confused. 'Hannibal' is pure fiction, a show set in a heightened reality, so any attempts to tie it to our standards will inevitably fail.

Hannibal's behavior in S1 can indeed be described as abuse, though the situation is far more layered than that. For one thing, his end-goal is Will's happiness - it's not his delusion, it's what he knows Will is going to have once he stops hating himself and accepts himself as he is. For another, Hannibal is a killer who cannot allow Will to see him until he's sure Will won't turn on him. It's not a typical relationship.

How is what Will Becomes a result of trauma bonding? Will is extremely far from being fragile. He saw who Hannibal is at the end of S1, felt furious and betrayed, and for the half of S2, he was planning revenge. He was cold, manipulative, and deadly - and fully in his right mind. He started opening up to Hannibal again only after he realized that Hannibal does love him and wants to help him - and that he's right about who Will is. Even then, Will hasn't been fully on his side until S2 finale - he couldn't forgive Hannibal for Abigail. What they share starting from the middle of S2 is mutual understanding. Will has been lonely all his life. He knows normal people can't understand him, can't accept his darker impulses, but Hannibal can. Hannibal encourages him and supports him wholeheartedly, and Will is drawn to that. Like he says later, "I've never known myself as well as I know myself when I'm with him."

As for demonizing Will - Will is a bad person. The show, the showrunners, the actors all present him as Hannibal's soulmate, so obviously, he cannot be someone good and innocent (you can check some of the interviews here). The degree of his badness can be interpreted differently, but there are some indisputable canon facts: Will loves killing, enjoys making artful displays out of corpses, willingly engages in cannibalism, chooses a serial killer above everyone else repeatedly, toys with people like Chiyoh and her prisoner (who Will assumed might not even be guilty) by making one kill another, sets up a man like Chilton for horrific torture and says he deserved it for being vain, sets up police officers to die with no regret or confusion to break Hannibal free. If you want more specific canon reminders, I suggest checking this post.

Being seen is a huge theme in this show, and Hannibal isn't the only person who wants it - Will wants it, too. Every time Will does something morally bad, like kill someone or cover for Hannibal, he makes his own conscious decision. He consciously decided to throw away a gun and attack Randall with his hands; he consciously decided to cut some meat from him and eat it with Hannibal, even though Hannibal already trusted him completely; he consciously saved Hannibal from Mason and decided against arresting him in that same episode, etc. Will has agency. He's responsible for his own actions - Hannibal, in turn, admires him for his unpredictability.

This bonding is good in terms of the world of the show and Will and Hannibal as individuals. They stop being lonely and find a partner. Obviously, it's not good for other people or in the real life.

Also: the show presents their relationship as romantic and them as soulmates. It's very important to remember this. Bryan Fuller has been calling 'Hannibal' a love story for many years. The words about it being love sound several times in the show itself. Music, setting, lines, events - everything invites you to root for Will and Hannibal. Of course, you can do the opposite, but this is how the show is structured. Darkness is alluring here; killing someone together is a consummation of a relationship; being true to yourself, even if you're a murderer, is encouraged and celebrated. If you cannot buy the show's surreal, blood-soaked logic, then you're unlikely to enjoy it - and that's okay. But fans merely react to what they are shown.

In the end, Hannibal sacrificed everything for Will, from his reputation to freedom and life. Will chose Hannibal above everyone and everything. They fell from the cliff together under the “Love Crime” song. It’s as romantic as it gets) Darkly romantic, yes - but that’s the point.

#hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter

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charc0al-grey · 3 years

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!!Spoiler alert!! Hannibal

So I just finished watching Hannibal and honestly I’m in shock so im gonna channel all the repressed emotions this show has given me into writing abt things I would want to see if they made season four.

Alana’s Death Scene - now let me start by saying I love Alana (season three Alana anyway). But Hannibal promised her death and as he repeats throughout the show, he keeps his promises. I would want her death scene to be a fight and quite emotional in some respects. In Misumono the only emotion Alana felt was fear, maybe betrayal too but mainly fear. But the scared Alana died when she was pushed through that window. Season three Alana was wiser, stronger and more passionate. When her death comes it needs to be by hannibals hands and she needs to put up a fight to prove that she embraces the ‘braveness’ she chose in Misumono.

Will and Jack’s Reunion - while they had some rough patches, will and Jack were a strong pair with a family like bond. So obviously it must’ve hurt Jack when will basically betrayed and abandoned him. Will must feel some kind of guilt for manipulating Jack into letting Hannibal go. When the two reunite there needs to be some emission of feelings for Hannibal on wills half. Maybe portrayed in the guise of trying to make his friend understand, that no matter what he would do anything for Hannibal.

Hannibal’s brain - god so help me if season four doesn’t go into more detail about Hannibal’s mental process. Unfortunately, no matter the morality of his actions, I find Hannibal Lecter incredibly fascinating and charming. I would love to explore what he is completely, beneath the person suit we are always shown. I think the most sincere moments we see from him are Will’s almost death in Misumono, and the fall scene in The Wrath of The Lamb.

The Mind Palace - I love the use of the mind palace, and I think if season four dedicated some screen time to theoretically explore the mind palace, not only could we get some great imagery and flashbacks of previous events, but it can also show is different sides of Hannibal. Perhaps even show us his sentimental nature, as to what rooms he dedicated for what and for whom. Also a chance to see Abigail again.

Beverly motherfucking Katz - I will take her back in anyway I can!! Katz was amazing and her involvement definitely gave a break from the stoic atmosphere and showed us new sides to characters. A way I think they could successfully bring her back, at least for a couple of episodes, is as Will’s conscience. Will had basically just admitted his attachment to Hannibal, the man who murder what might’ve been his only genuine friend at the time. By being Katz back not only do we get more of her lovely humour but we get to see what the psychological effects of loving a serial killer has on will.

Molly and Wally - Admittedly, I’m not a huge fan of Molly and Wally or the heteronormative storyline they used for will in season three (Though Molly and Wally’s escape from Dolarhyde was quite impressive). But while I don’t particularly like them, they are a loose end that needs to be tied. We need to see will say goodbye to them. I can’t say I’m not excited for Molly’s reaction to her husband running off with a cannibalistic serial killer.

Price and Zeller - this is nowhere near as meaningful or wordy as the other points I’ve made, but I love these two. I think they give some much needed lightness to the show. Though I would love to see more of the relationship between Zeller and Freddie Lounds.

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #alana bloom #Freddie lounds #jack crawford #hannibal season four #hannigram #jimmy price #brian zeller #beverly katz

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bondsmagii · 3 years

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I don't know what HABIT is but suddenly I must know of this nazi drama

Anonymous said: I probably shouldn't even ask but what is HABIT?

god. I’m going to try and keep this as simple as possible because this is one hell of a rabbit hole (lol) so.

first thing’s first: HABIT is an entity/antagonist in YouTube horror series EverymanHYBRID, a series that began with a bunch of the other Slender Man YouTube series projects that were happening back then. pretty sure it’s overall the longest running one, which is cool. anyway they have a lot of wild shit going on there and HABIT is this demonic entity that’s super evil in the edgy way but because he’s HABIT he gets away with it. (sincerely don’t know how they managed to pull off having such a fucking edgelord antagonist but it works like. holy shit.) dude possesses people, is deranged, all that fun stuff.

moving on. basically back in the day a lot of the Slender Man series were crossing over with one another. to the best of my recollection, having been there when the ancient magic was written, at one point every major series with the exception of Marble Hornets crossed over (MH decided to stay within its own contained universe). creators would appear in one another’s videos, send things to one another, and generally interact and create a wider, complimentary universe. pretty cool, except unfortunately for the EMH guys, their major crossover was with a project called TribeTwelve.

now. I have beef with TT and I’ve had beef with it since like, 2010/2011 or so, and recently I was proven Correct, so this in itself would be a whole other essay. to summarise, the creator of TT was exposed as a shitty person who had been sexually harrassing/abusing fans, generally getting on like a jackass, extorting money, being overall abusive, and also some other really nasty shit I won’t get into because we’re trying to keep this as light as possible here. pretty impossible with a jerk of this magnitude, but whatever. naturally the TT creator got cancelled and with good reason, and now everything is a little complicated in terms of the crossover. EMH has distanced themselves from TT and they Do Not Condone (and I’ve found no evidence to suggest any of them knew what was going on/was involved), but as you can imagine it sucks to have someone you worked with creatively to such a degree act like a clown and put everything in jeopardy, as well as betray the trust you had in them etc. it’s an overall nasty situation.

now onto the Nazi drama. it’s canon that HABIT can possess multiple people (sometimes at the same time) and also because he’s an immortal entity or whatever HABIT is said to be responsible for many atrocities over human history (the people committing the crimes were all possessed by HABIT). because of the crossovers, HABIT is also a supporting character in TT, and the creator of TT added in to the HABIT Extended Universe that HABIT had been possessing the bodies of several prominent Nazis. (or like, Mengele alone or something, I can’t quite remember, but it was the Top Brass of Nazi bastards.) now, some people jumped the gun here and said it was disrespectful because it was essentially saying “oh, the poor Nazis, they didn’t know what they were doing because they were possessed :(” but I disagree on that point. you know I’m serious, because I hate the creator of TT and there is public beef between us going back over a decade, so I really do mean I think this was a reach. it was added in to a bunch of callout posts and I think they were just trying to get as much shit on him as possible, as though what he’d already done wasn’t enough. in this case I think it makes sense, because a lot of people have interpreted HABIT in their own way and he’s frequently assigned roles in what people find the most despicable in a person. the creator of TT is Jewish, so it makes sense that he would regard Nazis as the worst evil he could comprehend. that much, I think, is innocent.

but. and this is where it gets wack. this is minor discourse. the main discourse that I’ve seen is not that HABIT was allegedly a Nazi, and not that this could be seen to be Nazi apologism, but more... because the creator of TT has been cancelled, it’s now problematic to subscribe to the Nazi HABIT headcanon. not because like, Nazis. but because the person who suggested it into the canon has been deemed Cancelled. this is just... so unbelievably wack to me. I know the creator of TT did some nasty shit, but the fact that cancelling means you can no longer headcanon an evil demon as a Nazi in a past iteration because the real-world creator of that idea is Problematic is just such a microcosm of Tumblr/Twitter priorities that I have to have a tepid chuckle.

(for the record, I’m pretty sure the EMH guys have veto’d that anyway, so HABIT is no longer a Nazi. he’s just a murderous rapist baby-eating cannibalistic torturer and serial killer. we can all sleep soundly tonight!)

#[takes a deep breath] anyway how's everyone doing tonight #emh #anon #asks

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robodaydreamer · 4 years

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RadioHusk Week - #2 To Love A Dumbass

I meant to write a drabble and my hand slipped.

I’m sorry.

[ EDITED 4/5/20 ]

I want to do a drawing for every fic, it just takes my dumb butt forever to do anything. Forewarning, this was done at 2 am, so it might be a bit jumbled? I edited what I could to fix it. I hope you all enjoy!

To hell’s general population or the few who knew of him, Husk was a lot of things. Temperamental, apathetic, tired of everyone’s shit... the list could go on, but he liked to think he was a pretty simple guy.

Uncomplicated and easy to understand. You leave him alone, he’ll leave you alone. You get on his nerves, he’ll probably claw your eyes out. Maybe. If he actually had the energy for it. A fair trade if you asked him.

And he didn’t ask for much. To most, he didn’t like to be bothered, he enjoyed card games, he depended on alcohol to get him through the day, and he had a fondness for magic tricks.

That last one was a little-known fact to their small group of misfits. The hotel’s residents didn’t need to know about it. The only reason any of them had even found out was because of Angel Dust challenging him to a card game.

He was more than a little drunk at the time. Hah, he’d been fucking plastered.

Kicking that fluffy arachnoids ass was just a bonus. While he never doubted his own hand, being that uncoordinated never usually ended well for him. He tended to keep to himself when he was at his worst.

He was surprised he even agreed to do anything at all instead of telling that perverted walking stick to shove off! Even more surprising was as trashed as he’d been, he was still apparently unbeatable.

Husk wondered if he had an ace up his sleeve… and he didn’t even have sleeves… or wear clothes.

Yikes. Did bow ties and tophats count?

Hmmmm… wait. No. He wasn’t doing this to himself again. It was hard enough accepting he was an overgrown catbird. He’d leave this complicated crap alone. Besides, trying to wear clothes over fur was a pain in the ass. Not to mention extremely uncomfortable...

Lucky streak aside, Husk won whatever bet they’d made. He couldn’t quite remember what it was since he’d been blackout drunk, but he knew Vaggie had enough blackmail on Angel to get about a week’s worth of good behavior out of him.

That alone had made this whole thing an even bigger victory. The only problem was that with his drinking, while his gambling was on point, his mouth… wasn’t.

Plenty of sinners gave away personal information when they were drunk. People did it while they were alive, so it wasn’t an uncommon thing down in hell. The only problem was where it ended up… or who it ended up with.

Long story short, he’d apparently let Angel Dust in on his appreciation for magic and had even shown him a trick or two with his cards while they were playing. He couldn’t remember jack shit, but it was possible.

How else would Angel have found out? The only other demons who’d know would be Alastor or Niffty and he doubted Alastor would randomly share something as insignificant as this. He may have a thing for pushing Husk’s buttons, but he didn’t think the other would just throw that out into the open without any context.

Actually, he probably would.

Either that or Niffty spilled the beans… she liked his coin behind the ear trick. She made for a great audience, even when she had to stop him to sweep up his stray feathers or dust the furniture in his room. He wasn’t a total slob, but he was rarely in his hotel room to begin with, so it wasn’t really his top priority.

Like right now. He could clean up the broken glass next to the bed, but he wasn’t going to. He drank often enough, so hangovers rarely bothered him, but sometimes even he overdid it.

His tolerance was absolutely phenomenal. A blessing and a curse. On the one hand, he could enjoy his booze and watch his drinking buddies fall over after a few shots of the hard stuff. On the other hand, it was tougher to get buzzed or even just flat out drunk if he wanted a quick way to escape his own mind.

Last night had been one of those times and he absolutely went overboard. The hangover he was nursing could definitely attest to that. If the pounding in his head grew any worse he’d probably die. Again.

With a sigh, Husk shifted into a more comfortable position, trying to keep his wings in mind. He didn’t need any other problems right now.

Speaking of problems, he hoped he didn’t do anything too stupid. How did he get back to his room, anyway? He tried to wrack his brain for answers, but all he got was a flash of white-hot pain radiating throughout his skull for his trouble.

This was the beauty of alcohol. It made you forget, even if it was only for a short time. He’d already made that mistake twice in one fucking day… One with Angel Dust, and the other with-

A knock at the door made him tense, the sound not at all helping his headache. Who was bothering him at this hour? Wait, what time was it? Shit… was he late for work? Most likely. He didn’t actually give too much of a shit, seeing as to how he worked seven days a week.

The only one it would actually bother was-

//BANG//

The sound of the door slamming open and ramming into the wall made him jump so hard his teeth clacked together.

A loud boisterous voice filled the quiet of his room moments later, “Ohhhhh Husker! Wakey wakey, my darling kitty cat! Your shift started hours ago, and our sour sinners are hankering for your testy temper. And quite possibly a beverage or two, but that is no concern of mine. Hahah!”

Husk groaned, curling into a ball. Maybe if he hid in his wings, the bastard would take the hint and leave. He was too exhausted to deal with this shit.

Of course, he wasn’t that lucky. Give him a deck of cards and you’d see him win the whole pot! But a radio demon that he just so happened to be in a relationship with? Not so much.

Hold on a damn minute… Was it a relationship? It was probably the closest thing to one. They never agreed on an actual title, but Alastor had been pretty pushy about them trying this… whatever it was out.

In fact, if he thought back to it, he hadn’t believed the guy at first, having been pining over said demon for years. Why would he come waltzing over to Husk, demanding him to be his significant other?

He’ll fucking tell you why. His own mouth betrayed him. With Angel Dust, he’d been very loose tongued thanks to his over drinking.

Alastor had come over to watch their game of cards, and by the end of it, had decided to poke fun at his old pal Husker.

He’d given Husk a round of applause for his card tricks, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that he’d won the game and left Angel Dust flipping the table in despair. None of it mattered because it hadn’t been enough to fill Alastor’s endless need to be entertained.

He just so happened to believe that ‘drunk Husk’ was an absolute riot. He’d told him as much in the past.

Although, instead of the usual banter or wobbly cat behavior he would have normally provided, Husk decided to share an even more personal secret than his fucking magic tricks.

He’d told the cannibalistic serial killer he was in love with him.

And it didn’t end there. To make it worse, since he’d been three sheets to the wind, he ended up forgetting everything that happened.

Angel Dust finding out about him being a magician was fine.

Alastor finding out about his undying love for him?

Husk would sooner have jumped in front of an Angel on extermination day than to have revealed his feelings to Alastor.

When he’d found out about what he’d done, because of course the insufferable jackass had to bring up his mistake as soon as he was sober, he may or may not have tried to jump out of the nearest window.

That was a tough feat to accomplish considering his bar was on the first floor. Had he done it anyway? Well, he tried to, but the other put a stop to his attempt so he hadn’t gotten very far.

In the end, Alastor had told him he should’ve confessed sooner because they could’ve been spending quality time together. He may have spaced out after that due to his brain short-circuiting.

It was almost too good to be true.

Husk agreed to Alastor’s demands, feeling like he would’ve been an idiot to refuse an opportunity to spend more time with the demon that held his heart in the palm of his hand.

Should he have paid more attention to what those demands were? Hell yes. His impulsive decision left him with more questions than answers.

After all, making deals with demons was a dangerous game.

The lowlifes he used to play poker with regularly would’ve told him to suck it up and take the offer for what it was worth. Taking chances was their shtick.

Jerry, the cheating piece of shit, would have asked, “Why look a gift horse in the mouth?”

This was why. He had so many regrets.

Husk heard the tapping of hooved shoes making their way toward him and scowled from beneath his feathery shelter. If Al did what he knew he was absolutely going to freakin’ do, he’d give him the silent treatment for the next three days.

He’d say a week, but Husk would cave long before Alastor… He may like his space, but he liked Alastor more. The guy had a way of making him crave for his attention, even if the radio demon himself didn’t always want it in return.

Hell, Alastor rarely showed any interest in him to begin with. And no, having an interest in causing him constant aggravation did not fucking count. He was busy with the hotel and all of the ragtag tenants he got a sick pleasure tormenting.

It was hilarious. Honestly, it was, but he wanted more… It was selfish, especially since he fell in love with Alastor for who he was and not for some warped soap opera version of himself that he was sure plenty of demons daydreamed about.

Eugh...

Husk was guilty of daydreaming. He daydreamed plenty when it came to his ‘partner.’ Husk would be the first to admit he was a hopeless romantic… well. Maybe not out loud.

He liked the thought of tender touches, passionate kisses, and appreciative glances. Did he need them? No. Did the thought of them make his heart race? Fucking Christ, yes they did.

He knew Alastor wasn’t interested in any of that. It wasn’t who he was and Husk could accept that, selfish desires be damned. He just wished someone would give him a hint as to what exactly Alastor was playing at.

Was this something he actually wanted? What was he getting out of it? Why would he even bother with something he usually thought was so ‘tedious?’ He’d said so plenty of times to Angel and Charlie.

It’s already been a few weeks since they’d made this little agreement. Now that he was thinking back on it, it's almost been a month! You’d think he’d know the answers to all of these questions by now, but he was left in the dark when it came to Alastor’s intentions.

He was torn from his thoughts when a hand gripped his furry ankle and dragged him to the end of the bed.

Husk let out a warning growl to try and ward off the other from his oncoming attack, but it was useless.

Alastor only chortled in response and Husk felt the hand wrapped around his ankle tighten briefly before moving away. He knew better than to believe that was it. This was only the beginning.

He was proven right when his wings were forcefully pried apart, revealing him to his attacker who looked way too smug for his own good. “My Dearest Husker, why must you hide from me? You know, while I do love your volatile personality, I’m only here to help!”

Holy shit…

Had he actually fallen in love with this dumbass?

Husk sneered, the stabbing pain in his head only growing worse as he locked eyes with Alastor. “Help? How is this helping?”

He watched Alastor’s brows furrow for a split second before his grin stretched impossibly wider. “Why, of course it is! You would have missed your shift, otherwise. After all, your job is crucial! You’re the first face our lovely residents see!”

Sitting up, Husk felt his wings fluff up. This was getting ridiculous. He was hungover and more than a little unstable in the feelings department. Alastor was only making things worse, seeing as to how he was the main cause of his emotional turmoil.

He could start yelling and throwing a tantrum, but that would only amuse the bastard and leave him with an even bigger headache.

No. He had to catch him off guard.

Maybe he’d try something new… he had nothing to lose except his dignity and he’d lost that years ago..

Fuck it.

“I want a divorce.”

He felt a swell of pride at Alastor’s blank stare. So that actually shut him up, eh? Sure, this didn’t at all make any sense, but if he had to deal with Alastor’s bullshit, then the idiot was going to get bullshit thrown right back into his stupidly handsome face.

“Pardon?”

“I want a divorce.”

Alastor’s smile waned as his brows went back into a furrow, his head tilting to the side. “Husker, my good man… we aren’t married.”

Husk felt himself relax. Al’s voice had quieted immensely from his earlier shouting. He always had to project his voice, no matter where he went. This was a hell of a lot better for his head. He could already feel the pain lessen.

With a distracted nod, Husk huffed out, “I know. I still want a divorce.” He watched as Alastor’s grin strained, eyes narrowing as he studied him. He felt a shiver travel up his spine at the others searching stare.

Unsatisfied with what he seemed to not be able to find, Alastor released the firm grip he had on his feathers only to move those deft clawed hands behind his back. Husk was sure he was clenching them tight with frustration.

He couldn’t tell if this was funny or sad. He didn’t want to piss off his ‘steady,’ but he also wasn’t in the mood to be pissed off himself.

Looking at Alastor, he had to admit it was actually pretty damn comical.

“No.”

Husk blinked, feathered brows raising high in confusion. “What?”

Alastor’s expression morphed into a sharp smile, his glowing red eye’s staring unwavering into Husk’s. He seemed to radiate extreme disapproval. “No. We aren’t getting a divorce, Dearest.” His smile gave an irritated twitch.

Holy shit. This was unexpected. He hadn’t actually thought something like this would upset the overlord so much. This should be funny. He should be laughing…

It wasn’t funny. He loved Alastor too much to keep this up, but he also didn’t understand. Why was Al taking this so seriously? The radio host would usually have laughed something like this off or made an even bigger joke out of it… so why wasn’t he doing that now?

He really needed to get answers. If they were going to be anything they needed to start by finding common ground.

Mind made up, Husk stretched. If he was going to do this, he might as well be comfortable. He let out a pleased hum at every pop or crack he worked out of his spine. That felt so much better…

He glanced back up at his uninvited guest, only to pause. Alastor’s previous expression was gone. Husk wasn’t sure if he could put a name to it… but it was softer. Not a word he was used to using when it came to this particular demon. He looked downright distracted as his eyes traveled along the length of Husk’s body…

There was absolutely no fucking way this was happening right now.

He felt hope well into his chest, but he buried it down deep, he had some questions that needed answering. “Okay. We won’t get a divorce… we can still be friend-married or whatever. I didn’t think you’d take what I said so seriously...”

Alastor seemed to tune back in at the sound of his voice, his smile taking on a more satisfied curl. “I’m glad you’ve changed your mind! A divorce, hah! How silly…-” He stilled, a record scratching sound following his abrupt pause as one of his brows raised in question. “Friend-married?”

He grimaced, “I do believe we have taken the next step in our relationship to a status higher than mere friends. Though I suppose that wouldn’t take away our actual friendship, I was hoping for a more committed type of companionship.”

Husk felt his jaw drop in shock. Hold the fucking phone, what?

Alastor didn’t seem to notice his surprise, carrying on with a look of distaste. “Honestly, Husker… friend-married? Is that a word young folk are using these days? Taking two separate terms and mashing them together?”

He let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head at the thought. “I miss the days where words were used more appropriately.” Another twitch of his wide grin. “Besides, why crush words together when you can crush skulls?”

Husk gave a hard blink, his tail thumping on the sheets behind him. Holding up a clawed paw, he cut off the other’s rambling. “You… Do you seriously want to be in a relationship with me? You’re not just pulling my leg for a laugh?” If he was, he’d kill him. He’d probably be the one killed, but he would die trying.

Alastor’s confusion was palpable at this point as he tilted his head for a second time. “... I do believe I asked this of you before we began our partnership, yes. Besides, I may have just literally pulled your leg a short while ago, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I would spend so much time doing all of this just to cure my boredom..."

Husk felt like he was going to pass out. His heart was hammering so hard he thought it was going to beat right out of his chest.

He was serious. Alastor wasn’t doing this for a laugh. He was actually interested in some form of relationship with him that wasn’t just friendly or work-based.

Holy fucking shit what the fuck?

Husk’s ears were swiveling about, his fur was bristling, his tail was curling, and his wings were poofing out. He wasn’t sure what kind of fucking response his body was having to this unexpected situation.

Was he confused? Was he flustered? Was he offended? He had no clue because he was feeling too much at once to comprehend a single thing.

He was able to stutter out a rushed, “Me? You want to be with me? Of all the demons in hell, you chose me?”

Alastor gave a slow nod, regarding him with a curious gaze. “Why waste my time lavishing affection on just anyone when I can focus my attention on one demon in particular?”

His hand rose from behind his back, cautiously reaching out towards Husk only to let it hover in the air between them as if he were worried about spooking him. He continued, “And who better than one whose company I enjoy… and one who I am so very fond of?”

Husk couldn’t fucking believe this. Alastor liked him. Alastor liked him to the point of wanting to be with him. Not just to terrorize him to get a reaction out of him. This whole time. This whole god damned time he could have been getting to know this crazy sonofabitch and here he was, wasting his only chance to do exactly what he’s wanted to for fucking years because he couldn’t just get over himself.

Husk shrunk in on himself with a horrified gasp, “Oh no. I’m the dumbass.” Before Alastor could question him, he ran his paw down his face, groaning out, “This whole time I thought you were just doing this because you were bored. You like pissing me off to the point of me ripping my own fur out!”

His wings moved to cover him back up, he couldn’t bear to look at the demon in front of him anymore. This was too embarrassing. “I’m a fucking dumbass.” he muttered dejectedly.

The room was quiet for a few moments. Hell, Alastor could have vanished and he wouldn’t have been able to tell from beneath his feathery cocoon. This was amazing and awful all at once. He was an idiot, but he was a happy idiot.

He jumped at the feeling of gentle hands resting against his wings. He felt them hesitate before they began to caress him, palms moving in long even strokes. When Husk didn’t move to pull away or stop him, Alastor began to alternate between petting and running his claws soothingly through his feathers.

It felt nice…

Husk felt himself begin to relax, not at all realizing how wound up he’d actually been. This was ridiculous. He needed to get a hold of himself… well. Maybe after a few more minutes of Alastor touching him like this... Alastor was comforting him. Would this ever happen again?

He really hoped so.

“Husk?” He felt his eyes snap open at the other’s hushed voice. He’s never heard Alastor so quiet before. They’d known each other for decades and not once has Alastor gotten even close to speaking in a volume this low that wasn’t a sinister threat. This was a soft plea for his attention.

Well, if he hadn’t had it before, he certainly had it now. He mentally prepared himself as best as he could before he shifted, immediately mourning the loss of the other’s hands as they retreated from his wings to give him space.

Crossing his arms, he sat up and allowed his wings to part open, folding them down to rest over his legs and along the bedspread. Seeing as to how he’d let them drag across the floor plenty of times in the past, letting them hang off of the bed wouldn’t hurt them.

He glanced up toward Alastor, taking in his surprisingly patient smile and couldn’t help returning it with a smile of his own. Husk’s smile only widened as he grumbled, “You’re stuck with a dumbass for a partner. Hope you’re happy, ya wiseguy.”

Blinking owlishly, Alastor took on a more bemused grin. “Well… while there are several names I could call you, that one definitely wouldn’t have been my first choice. I prefer goofball!” He leaned down to get into Husk’s space, their faces only a few inches apart. “You’re a goofball, my Dear! But you’re my goofball.”

Husk was glad he had fur because he felt his whole body heat up at just how close their faces were. It was harder to deal with his feelings when he was able to see Alastor up close. And this was really fucking close.

Alastor took notice of the change and seemed to study him, though he’d probably been doing that the whole damned time with how stupid Husk had been acting. Embarrassing. Absolutely humiliating. He was going to pretend this never happened.

He was hungover. That was his excuse and... why was Alastor giving him that look?

Said overlord was giving him a large smirk, eyes lidded and teeth glinting from the minuscule light coming in from under his hotel’s door. His expression was one that told him he was about to get on Husk’s last nerve… he wanted to kiss that look right off his face.

Alastor closed the gap between them, purposely bumping their noses together. “My Dear sweet Husker. There’s no need to be shy! I had no idea you were so insecure. I’ll make sure to be more considerate of your feelings in the future.”

That little shit. He was teasing him! He had some fucking nerve.

Husk wasn’t about to let Alastor make fun of him. He was purposely trying to rile him up because he went all googly-eyed over him. It wasn’t his fault he fell in love with the guy! What right did he have to take advantage of that?

He made sure to give Alastor the stink eye and a very displeased noise that was definitely threatening and not at all pathetic. Okay, it was kind of pathetic. He was flustered, okay? It was tough to control his body when his instincts had a mind of their own!

Alastor beat him to the punch, making any thought of retaliation fly right out the window by gently nudging their noses together. “My Darling, don’t look so cross. I’m only teasing you!”

Hah, Husk fucking knew it! The bastard.

The radio demon moved to press his face into Husk’s neck, his shoulders shaking with his laughter.

Husk would have throttled him if he wasn’t currently trying not to combust. He was used to Alastor touching him, but this felt different. They were dating. It felt intimate when it really wasn’t. Was it? Oh shit…

Normally he’d push him away, but it suddenly felt like the wrong thing to do. As if this was a moment he shouldn’t… couldn’t ruin.

It was getting increasingly hard to not do anything, especially when the huffing breath against his neck was making him twitch. He was ticklish, and if Alastor ever found out he’d be screwed.

Okay, he had to move. He didn’t have to stop touching him, but he did have to stop chuckling into his neck. “Al, buddy. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you gotta stop.” He leaned back, arms moving behind him to support his weight.

Alastor let him go, laughter dying out as soon as Husk had distanced himself. “Oh? Have I gone too far? Did I offend you?”

Husk shook his head, “Nah, not that you’d give two shits about offending anybody. Too far is never far enough for you. I’m just gonna have to get used to all of this…” He quickly cut the other off when he saw his mouth open to question him. “I’m not used to all this touchy-feely crap!”

Alastor gave him a wide-eyed stare. “I’m quite certain I touch you very often, my fine feathered feline. I’ve always been very affectionate with you. What is making this so difficult for you?”

Well, he had a point. “Okay, look. I know nothings actually changed. It just feels different now that we’re together. I don’t know how else to explain it… Like I said. I just have to get over it.”

“Hmmmmm… Righto! Then I suppose we’ll just have to get you used to it!” Alastor leaned forward, his knee coming up to rest on the mattress between Husk's legs. The mattress dipped at the added weight, bringing Husk up slightly.

Husk blanched, too startled to question what Alastor was doing as the overlord wrapped an arm around his waist. “Stay still, my Dear. We’ll solve this little dilemma of yours in no time at all!” As he spoke, his head came down to nuzzle his face into Husk’s chest fur.

This resulted in Husk arching his back to better accommodate for the body suddenly clinging to him.

Why was this happening to him? Was he being blessed or punished?

This felt an awful lot like a fucking punishment.

Is this what he got for being a dumbass?

Alastor's free hand moved to rest on top of his own. “Husker, my Darling… your heart is beating very fast.” He could practically hear the smug smirk in his sweetheart's tone.

He could live with it...

#radiohusk #alastor x husk #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #its longer then i meant to make it oh my god help me #i have work in three hours #what am i doing augh #im sorry this is so late #i posted this before i edited it

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ambiguouslydisordered · 3 years

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this is my boyfriend’s reblog. i read the post’s contents and was like “aww babe :)”. i look at the tags. absolute fucking heartbreak. my husband is leaving me for a cannibalistic serial killer that could get a senior discount at denny’s. never in my life have i felt so betrayed. @bisexywill why didn’t you tell me you were breaking up with me

#/j #jesse.txt

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classofthetoptrash · 5 years

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And here's the bio for my cannibal owl girl.

Name: Irene Malthus or just Dr. Malthus

Species: Barn Owl Demon

Date of death: Late 1800's

Cause of death: Thrown off a cliff and died with a mangled neck.

Bio: In life, Irene was one of the most renowned psychiatrists in the world. Even as a child she excelled academically in her classes and is widely regarded by many to have a genius level intellect. However, while she is praised as being a genius in the fields of psychology, she is also incredibly feared as one of the most notorious and dangerous serial killers to ever terrorize Europe. What makes her even more sadistic is her cannibalistic streak, as she has been known to kill, maim, then devour certain parts of her victims while leaving the rest of the body fashioned into a brutal display. Even in Hell, she cannibalizes other demons, particularly ones that are rude to her.

Personality: Socially, Malthus is considered to be charming and an excellent host. She indulged in many high brow hobbies and fields of expertise from art, music, especially opera, literature, and of course culinary.

Beneath her calm and cool demeanor, however, is a cold, callous, and sadistic psychopath. Unlike most serial killers and other murderous demons, Irene does not kill for sexual or sadistic pleasure. Despite this, it's believed that she brutally tortured her victims while they were alive before killing them. She feels little to no empathy whatsoever, which is proven in her stone-wall expression as she exhibits little to no facial expressions and barely even blinks. Being a psychopath, Irene is unable to feel negative emotions such as anger, hatred, or fear. Even when her life is being threatened or witnesses a horrific scene, she does not display any sort of reaction.

Her kills are also seen to be poetic. Meaning that after she takes a limb or several organs, she fashions the body of her kill in an artistic yet horrific display. Examples include arranging several demons in the style of the Blood Eagle a supposed Norse execution method and hung a few disembowelled demons from trees with their entrails dangling out; a parallel of Judas' death after he betrayed Jesus.

Rudeness is especially loathed by her. She seeing that it's Hell, it's filled to the brim with demons that are incredibly rude, which in turn provides her with a limitless banquet. It's because of that reasons that many demons would rather walk the other side of the street rather than to be in the same sidewalk with her as they know that if they behave in a manner she doesn't like, she will not hesitate to slaughter them with extreme prejudice.

Malthus, due to being an accomplished and talented psychiatrist, is immensely perceptive and intuitive as well. She is able to tell when someone is lying and can even predict accurate details about a person's character and background with a single glance.

Strangely, despite being an incredibly powerful demoness in her own right, Irene has absolutely no intention of taking over Hell. She cares very little about power and regards the other demon lords who are fighting over the dominion of Hell as squabbling children. Her only goal is to fill her curiosity about the minds of sinners. Though recently, she's taken a keen interest in Charlie's plans for the rehabilitation of sinners, which caused her to pay the princess a visit and provide her with her services...

Done with Irene.

Irene Malthus belongs to me

Hazbin Hotel belongs to Vivziepop

#hazbin hotel #oc #fanart #irene malthus #information

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silverbeech · 6 years

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Pennywise is a regular serial killer, the Bowers and Losers are his next victims

So this started out as a happier post where the Bowers and Losers grew up together (I might make that post another time) that turned into this.

Basically Pennywise is a regular cannibalistic serial killer who’s prefrence happens to be kids and teenagers.

Everything else is the same, their crappy parents and their interactions with a more modern setting

Derry is a town that seems to be stuck treating their children as if it was still the ‘80s, letting them stay outside with their friends unsupervised

Which Pennywise uses to his advantage, he’s a serial killer who constantly moves in between states, and this is the first time in 27 years that he’s been back to his hometown

Probably for a funeral - and well, he just can’t help himself. So many children just begging to be snatched away

The police are stereotypical movie cops and don’t call in the FBI because 'they don’t want them to take their case away’

Georgie Denbrough just wanted his boat back - he was warned about talking with strangers, he just didn’t want to make Billy mad

Even though Pennywise hasn’t been home in over two decades, some of his old classmates live there and he makes sure to reacquainte himself with them

One of them happens to be Butch Bowers

Henry finds the red haired man to be creepy, and when one is friends with Patrick Hockstetter…

Except..Pennywise can talk his Father away from drinking too much, asks him about his friends and his hobbies

Pennywise gains Henry’s trust

He introduces him to his friends, hoping they’ll get along

Patrick is simultaneously annoyed and reluctant intrigued

Vic and Reg accept Pennywise, but only because he makes Henry’s life easier

They all end up at least relaxing slightly around him, thinking that he’s harmless

Enough for them all to feel betrayed when the man ends up kidnapping them

#it (2017)#pennywise #the losers club #bowers gang #just me shouting my ideas into the void #i ended up talking more about the bowers this time #maybe i'll post more another time focusing more on the losers side

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cannibalguy · 4 years

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The grand finale of Hannibal.

#savehannibals4

Finales have an obligation to tie up loose ends, answer questions, bury the bodies. It’s the showdown, the shootout, the denouement. But they don’t have to spell it all out too clearly, particularly for the more discerning audience who watch artistic masterpieces like Hannibal. Hannibal Lecter always leaves us thinking.

Yes, Dr Lecter, we will think about you. What you have to teach us about lots of things, not just about cuisine.

In the first episode of Season 1, the serial killer and cannibal Garrett Jacob Hobbs kills his wife and slits his daughter’s throat because Hannibal has warned him that the FBI “knows” about him. Will shoots him several times, but as he dies, or even as he lies there dead, he smiles at Will at asks:

Each episode of this extraordinary show has had a theme that can be teased out – some more obvious than others. The theme of this one is multifaceted; it is about life, death, growth, conspiracy and betrayal. The plot is convoluted: the serial killer Francis Dolarhyde has faked his death but has revealed that he wants to meet, greet and eat Hannibal. Hannibal is locked up in The Baltimore Asylum for the Criminally Insane because of his own cannibalistic serial killing events. You will perhaps remember Hannibal gave himself up at the end of episode 7, so that Will would always know where he is. That, my friends, is love, Hannibal-style. But he is not enjoying the rigors of asylum living:

The FBI wants them both dead, and conspire to “fake” Hannibal`s escape to lure the Dragon.

Will doubts that he will survive this conspiracy and betrayal

Everyone else is terrified of Hannibal really escaping and coming for them. Hannibal`s former psychiatrist and, well, housemate, Bedelia, is convinced this is a terrible idea. She quotes Goethe’s Faust, a work much loved by Hannibal as well:

Will has no sympathy. He knows Hannibal will also come for Bedelia if (when) he escapes, because she is on his menu.

Alana knows Hannibal is going to kill her, because he has promised to do so, and reaffirms that promise:

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Will knows The Dragon will free Hannibal, and then try to kill him, change him, absorb him, as cannibals are so often accused of doing to their victims. We absorb the nutrition of our food, why should cannibals not absorb the strength, spirit and experiences of their victims? And Hannibal is willing to play along, as long as Will asks nicely:

The climax is at Hannibal`s house overlooking the “roiling Atlantic”, where the Dragon takes on Hannibal and Will takes on the Dragon. Who has conspired with whom, and who is being betrayed?

Will replies:

“If you’re partial to beef products, it is inconvenient to be compassionate towards a cow”.

The battle is epic, brutal and bloody, and we expect no less. Will learns his lesson at last, that blood really does look black in the moonlight, as Hannibal told him in episode 9. That life and death are not opposite or even separate but part of the “becoming”. That his extreme empathy and Hannibal’s cruelty are one and the same.

That murder and mercy, as Thomas Harris told us at the end of Red Dragon, are just human constructions, and mean nothing to nature, “the Green Machine”, which is indifferent to who lives and dies, and to conceptions of right and wrong. When we inevitably die, someone will eat us, and nature cares not a whit the species of the eater or eaten. Natural selection means that the Dragon, with the gun and the knife, will kill and absorb Hannibal. The Green Machine doesn’t care. This is what Hobbs was trying to tell Will in the first episode, and what Hannibal has shown him, 38 episodes later.

But then, there’s love and compassion, the emotion that makes a rat fight a snake to protect her young. Will and Hannibal – together at last, covered in blood, cut to ribbons, but feeling the love.

Is Hannibal dead?

Remember how Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty fell to their deaths into the Reichenbach Falls in 1891, causing a massive public outcry among their avid fans, only to see Sherlock reappear in 1894, explaining that he had faked his death to fool his enemies? Well, Bryan Fuller has given us a pretty great clue, as in the final scene we see Bedelia sitting at a table with three settings, about to enjoy a sumptuously prepared meal, the centrepiece being her leg, roasted to perfection.

Who’s doing the cooking?

We hope, we conspire, we betray, we demand Season 4. Remember that this whole story, the three seasons, has been a prequel to the book and film that made Hannibal famous, The Silence of the Lambs. There is plenty of material in there with which to continue the story, or reimagine it as Fuller does so very well, perhaps, as he suggested, with “Margot Verger taking down the meat industry as a hot, powerful lesbian” and turning them over to PETA.

Hugh Dancy, when asked about another season, suggested it might take five years. Well guess what, Season 3 finished in 2015…

Next week I’ll publish, for ease of reference, a complete listing of my Hannibal blogs.

“Meat’s back on the menu”: HANNIBAL S3E13: “The Wrath of the Lamb” The grand finale of Hannibal. #savehannibals4 Finales have an obligation to tie up loose ends, answer questions, bury the bodies.

#bringbackhannibal #Bryan Fuller #cannibalism #Faust #Goethe #Hannibal #hannibal lecter #Hannigram #Red Dragon #savehannibals4 #silence of the lambs

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