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will won’t pay attention to me
i am a sad cannibal
I FORGOT I’M FRIENDS WITH YOU ON FACEBOOK
OKAY THEN I SEE HOW LOVED I AM WHATEVER I’M OUTTIE.
I NEVER TALK TO YOU ON FACEBOOK; I JUST SEE THE OCCASIONAL PHOTO OF YOU BEING PRETTY
handsomehannibal said: only kind of alive because pokemon x yolo
Priorities come first, I understand
I FORGOT I’M FRIENDS WITH YOU ON FACEBOOK
MIGHT BE DISAPPEARING FROM THE INTERNET FOR A SHORT WHILE; I HAVE POKEMON X.
HANNIBAL HAS POKEMON TO CATCH.
"Stay still, Holt! You’re making Ace nervous," Will commands, and bops the wet nose of his big Labrador, making the canine in question whine and snuffle at his feet. He gives a half-smile and rubs behind the dog’s ears, curling his fingers to scratch that itch in the little crevice between the ear and the head - and gets a happy, muffled little ‘woof’ in response. Ace, the smaller puppy with big, doe-like eyes, presses up against his feet, obviously wanting some attention.
He picks up the smaller canine and wraps the leash of the bigger dog around his wrist, continuing on their little walk. In reality, he had been going to the supermarket - after all, his fridge was looking a little less than gracious - and had brought the two dogs around ( really, the ones that were awake during the afternoon nap time. ) As much as Will adored dogs, he couldn’t bring all seven of them with him on a trip, however much he wanted something like.
One day, Will vows, he’d book a vacation for a whole week, away from the bureau and away from Jack Crawford’s intruding calls, and go on a trip with all of his dogs. They’d probably stick their heads out of the car windows, their tongues lolling and eccentric; and the smaller dogs would be in the passenger’s seat, inwardly unhappy that they couldn’t do the same without them literally falling out of the vehicle.
He’s almost a block away from the supermarket when he sees a small, incredibly skinny boy; he looks gangly and definitely malnourished. His brows furrow in worry and concern, and he veers off-course to go talk to the boy, who looks lost and … An orphan. The streets of Baltimore, however deserted they looked, weren’t a place for a boy such as this. He wears tattered clothes, and the flesh underneath doesn’t seem to be any better, looking as thin as the cloth itself on his back.
He speaks, slowly and carefully, so that he wouldn’t startle the boy, “Uhm, are you … Alright? Lost? I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
He doesn’t see how his dogs react, cowering at his feet; Ace looks afraid, its eyes wide with glassy tears, while Holt’s hackles are raised, his muzzle outstretched and stretched over his teeth.
Lost in his daze, Hannibal doesn’t notice the man that approaches him at first. His eyes darken and he looks up at the man rather oddly. He takes a glance at him, but he’s more entranced by the cowering animals at the man’s feet and for a moment, he wears a menacing smile on his face despite the knife hidden behind his back. Immediately, he draws it, ready to strike. Quickly, he searches for an escape route, but he has no idea where he is so he figures he can just run left and see where his little feet can take him. Hunger isn’t even an option. ”G-Get …away from me!” he shrieks with his broken accent. ”I’ll k-kill …you!”
He’s terrified. He’s never killed anybody in his life. Who is this man? What does he want from him? Is he going to take him and eat him too? Is he going to see his sister at the dining room table? Hot tears prick at his eyes and he wipes them away. His small form shakes, joints aching as he grips the knife as if his life depended on it. ”Give me Mischa back!” He breaks into little choking sobs, but there’s murder in his eyes and he’s completely unstable. ”I-I want Mischa back,” he whimpers, “P-Please don’t …s-stop it! Just stop it!” All he sees now are the demons who took his sister and killed her. He’s in sweet Lithuania again.
He’s finally home.
morning after snuggles? I think?
my hand does this thing where it intends to draw porn and then fluff happens instead :(
also thank you thank you thank you to the kind people who like my scribbles/are following me seriously you guys make me blush <3
some viking and a monk making out or something
He’s lost. He has no idea where in the world he is. Nothing looks familiar and Mischa - oh, God, Mischa. What has he done? In an unfamiliar world, Hannibal Lecter, nothing more than a small boy, finds himself wandering the streets of Baltimore. He looks like ragged little orphan cut straight from a storybook with his torn, dingy clothes and little bare feet. He’s small for his age and it’s clear he hasn’t eaten much in the last few days …except for his - it’s too awful to think about. He wipes away stray tears, hiccuping quietly and he’s overcome with fury. He’ll kill them all some day, he knows, he swears it, but for now, he’s tired and cold and he just wants to sleep.
"Mischa," he whimpers softly to himself and he trips over a rock, falling onto the cold sidewalk and scraping his bare knees. He tugs the scrappy blanket around himself a little tighter and gets up again because he’s made it this far and he can’t stop now. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s only six years old, but he keeps on going with bloodied knees, blood on his lips, his sister’s blood in his stomach and he promises vengeance in his small six-year-old heart for his devoured sister.