My Hannibal writing threads 🧵:

The way this scene is shot drives me INSANE. The cuts to their own faces in place of the other as they speak to show how much they’ve begun to blur oh my god. They’re conjoined.

Their height difference makes me feel crazy

Been so inactive on here because of uni but my brain is still FULL of vampire Hannigram ideas…….when I graduate y’all are going to be SICK OF ME

#charlieswan #carlislecullen #twilight #charlisle

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post-fall, will picks up a job at a boatyard to keep himself busy, and so that there isn’t total suspicion about the two strange men who live in a secluded house. anyway, this means early mornings. he only works a few shifts so it’s only like two or three times a week, but

#batman #BruceWayne #artistsontwitter

Let me see

I gave you a rare gift but you didn't want it

本想圆梦最后一集一下，结果也没亲上我大半夜画这干什么……🥲但是脸画得很努力我截个大的（

This song is so them coded it makes me SIIICKKKK so I had to make this

It all comes back ~ #hannigram #edit

Should’ve been Hannigram post Mizumono

should be sending his body into shock. But his body is no longer his own, and the pain is no longer pain. He lets Hannibal take, knows that Hannibal wants to consume him wholly. Will would let him.

“H-Hannibal”, Will gasps. The ecstasy in Will’s voice sharpens the ache in Hannibal’s core, and he drives his face forward. Using brute strength to force himself further inside, until he feels the tip of his fangs brush Will’s clavicle. Will is shaking, the foreign sensations

releases into the shared space between them lights Hannibal’s mind on fire. He has never been this hungry, he trembles with the ache of it. Will barely registers a glint of fangs before Hannibal has imbedded them in the crook of his neck.

Hannibal’s collar bringing him ever closer. The sensation of Will’s tongue wrapping around his fangs shatters the last vestiges of his self control. Hannibal lunges forward, grabbing the back of Will’s neck with what should be too much force. The soft sound of pleasure Will

“You did this,” Will seethes. Hannibal’s fangs glow red with his own blood as he smiles. “And now you are mine, forever.” A choked inhale echoes around them. Then Hannibal freezes. Will’s mouth is hot, hotter than anything he has ever touched. Will’s hands tighten around

pieces of himself skinned by Will’s newly unsheathed fangs. Christened with the blood of his maker. He is so angry, he is so lost in his outrage. Hannibal would not have it any other way.