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thefabledcannibals · 21 days
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Hannibal whenever he gets to cut someone open and display their bloody organs outside their body
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pesky--dust · 1 month
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I like to wonder what must have been going through Jack Crawford's mind when he witnessed this scene.
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Like— A dangerous criminal, the Chesapeake Ripper, surrenders outside the home of your most valued criminal profiler, saying he wants the said profiler to always know where he is and where to find him, while looking at him like a kicked puppy?
Jack: Good job, Will. What you two are tho, gays?
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dreaming-dragonfly · 2 years
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Tell me, Will. Are your interests connecting you to your people?
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cosmicghoul99 · 5 days
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Shoutout to the person I saw who said that when they first started the show, they thought instead of being called “The Chesapeake Ripper”, that Hannibal was called the “Cheesecake” Ripper, and they didn’t realize the difference until recently. Bless you my liege, I wish you nothing but the best. You’re an icon for that
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drarreckyninja · 8 months
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Jack: *about a flayed corpse at a Ripper scene* I just can't understand how someone can do this to another human being.
Will: Oh, you'd have to have a strong knowledge of anatomy...
Jimmy: A well-balanced cutting implement...
Zee: One that really holds its edge…
Bev: A floor drain would be helpful.
Jack: ... that cleared it up, thank you.
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cheese-rat29 · 8 days
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they could've caught the chesapeake ripper in half the time if they had taken hannibal to a chipotle. the sheer horror of watching a 16 year old putting his food together would've broken him right then and there.
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hanniballectercoded · 10 days
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Il Mostro
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louthingg · 5 months
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just finished one of the most beautiful and painful fanfictions i have ever read in the history of ever in the history of the world.
i am weeping :]
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doppelgangem · 1 year
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HANNIBAL WRITERS
WHY???
WHY WOULD YOU KILL BEVERLY????
WHY WOULD YOU KILL OFF YOUR BEST CHARACTER????
THAT'S SO DUMBBBB
WHY HER
kill jack, kill bella, kill freddy, kill one of those two dumb doctors, ANYONE BUT NOT BEVERLY
SERIOUSLY I THINK IT WAS SUCH A DUMB CHOICE
she was literally the only interesting doctor
and one of the best characters
BRING HER BACK
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chronicroderick · 2 months
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Why The Chesapeake Ripper Would Kill Me and His Design: A Transman's Guide
If Hannibal was to kill me I think I know how he'd do it. Firstly I'm a rather polite guy to people that aren't family or my closest friends, even then I have a rather clinical approach to etiquette. However, I'd probably ash a cigarette indoors without an ashtray, if he was somehow in an environment like that. If it wasn't that it would be for becoming romantically obsessed with him to a degree he'd be annoyed with. Either way these would result in some strangulation/suffocation type death. Either stopping the air from reaching my lungs if I wish to taint everyone with smoke or halting me from ever speaking again when I waste so much of my breath on trying to woo him. I'm also trans, so I think he'd give me top surgery before he killed me and of course eat my breasts. Thinly sliced, then grilled, just like they do cow udders in other parts of the world. I don't know if I'd be interesting enough for him to allow me to eat with him. He'd allow me the joy of being alive after he removed them though, leaving me shirtless for a while before death.
Then he'd kill me by jugular compression, cutting off blood flow and airflow to my brain until I produced hemolacria - tears of blood - at which point I'd be dead. Hannibal would remove my pants, leaving my boxers on, rolling up my own socks to pack the front. He would split my tongue down the middle. I'd then be sat in a kneeling position, head upturned as if pleading to the Heavens, my hands sewn together as if I'm praying, but they are angled downwards into my lap, with the fingernails torn off. The lax form of my praying hands would indicate a tired hopelessness, while the torn fingernails are signifying certain desperation. With my head upturned still in death it is clear what or who I was pleading with and desperate for.
At first analysis it may seem I was begging for forgiveness because of my gender identity, but with the surgery being done before death, the packing of my boxers, it is as if the Chesapeake Ripper was giving me the gift of making me into who I truly was before he ended my life. With the split tongue, one may think I have a rather antichrist look, which is where the bloody tears and sagging prayer hands come in. God had forsaken me, or not answered me in a very long time, despite how long I may have asked for him. This feeling and this alone would have been the only reason Hannibal would feel enough for me to make me into some sort of a display, rather than just discarding me after harvesting, because it is a feeling he's all too familiar with.
Once again, it's commentary from the Chesapeake Ripper about man’s desperate desire for a connection with a God who is unforgiving or simply not listening. Of course that means likening himself to that God, but by physically aligning my body with my gender, he is more powerful than God and more merciful. He'd probably ask Will if his prayers often went unanswered as a child and if he still prayed late at night when no one could hear him.
If you're a Transmasc!Will truther, then in addition to that this could be a way for Hannibal to display the understanding he has for Will that Will may not be used to, or that he has always been searching for, a way to say “I see you as you truly are.” If you're a Transmasc!Hannibal truther, then Hannibal could be putting himself out there for Will to see, in order to gauge Will’s reaction to someone like Hannibal, but also to express the pain he felt pretransition, wishing he knew why he felt the way he did.
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dasnook13 · 1 year
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Merry Christmas Y’all! Fake Hannibal Comic Cover for your troubles
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the-technicolor-yawn · 11 months
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please hannibal fandom please i have a burning question
what do y’all think hannibal’s opinion of MSG is
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nonbaznary · 1 year
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who's hungry?
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before we begin, you must all be warned: nothing here is vegetarian.
09.05.23 - 10 years of Sorbet!
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A Lovely Nightmare 
Chapter 2
Pairing: NBC Hannibal Lector x Reader
Summary: Y/n was a consultant with the FBI she was an informant. she learned a little about a lot. She Is asked to consult on The Chesapeake Ripper case when she was targeted by a copy-cat of the ripper. Will introduces her to Doctor Lecter. They become intrigued by each-other. Soon after meeting Dr. Lecter the copy-cat ripper makes an attempt to kill her and puts her in the hospital. Jack suggest she stay with Dr. Lecter and everything goes down hill for Y/n.
WARNING: Murder, Blood, implied cannibalism, gun shots, abuse, alcohol, violence, language, and assault
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Chapter 2: Dinner
Y/n set the silverware and plates on the table in Hannibal's dining room. Once a month Y/n and Hannibal would have dinner together they would switch who makes dinner this month it was Hannibal's turn. They had started this routine shortly after Y/n stopped being his 'patient' The night would always go she showed up at his office before he'd leave on a Friday. They'd go to either her apartment or his house.
If it was her apartment it would be a meal like a casserole or something she couldn't screw up. Hannibal would offer to help but she would hand him a champagne glass and let him pick whatever wine, champagne, or other drink he wanted. He'd set the table and they'd eat and talk about the month.
if it was his house it was an elegant dinner. They'd go to his house and as soon as she was inside he'd take her coat and hang it up then start on dinner while Y/n sets the table then she'd come in the kitchen and he'd give her a wine glass that usually contained water or whatever wine she picked. He'd finish making dinner and they'd eat and talk.
Now normally when Hannibal cooked he would serve the type of meat in his diet to his guests but he never had with Y/n. Hannibal didn't have many friends but she was one of the few. He knew she was former CIA and that the FBI didn't like her so part of keeping her around was insurance. He knew if the FBI or CIA were looking into him they'd go to her first then she'd tell him about it.
Tonight Hannibal was making spaghetti. Y/n came into the kitchen and sat at the island where he was cutting up some parsley looking stuff. Hannibal reached behind him and handed a wine glass to her. Y/n smiled at him as she took the glass.
"You didn't want Will knowing we know each other." He sated not looking up from his work, "Is there a reason for that?"
"Do I need a reason?"
"After everything the FBI put you through I suppose not I just find it odd," Hannibal glanced at her, "You're working with them again?"
"Yes, Jack wants my help on the Chesapeake Ripper case. I doubt it will ever be solved. He's very clever and clean. Jack thinks I can help because Will can think like a serial killer and I-" she stopped remembering she had said that to Zeller and may have scared him.
"You can kill like one," Hannibal said finishing her thought. Hannibal stirred the pasta, "Have you run into Agent Holsin again yet?" Agent Holsin was an FBI agent that Y/n had dated years ago. She had broken up with him though Hannibal's advice. Y/n looked at her drink.
"No. I'm too sober to think about him right now. No one in the FBI or CIA knows about that so if Jack calls on you for help don't bring it up."
Hannibal nodded as he finished making the spaghetti. He brought it out to the table along with a bottle of vodka. Y/n followed him with a small basket of garlic bread. He set the food down then pulled out Y/n's chair for her.
"So, You are looking for this copycat tomorrow?"
"Yeah I gave to go ask some sex workers if they've ever seen anyone hanging around that is odd. Aside from the creepy customers they have. Enough about my depressing call to action. Will is your patient?"
"Yes and no. Jack wants me to keep an eye on will and assess his mental state."
"So it's more of so he doesn't become Fredricks patient type of thing?"
"yes...you just call Dr. Chilton by his first name." Hannibal and Dr. Chilton were colleagues. They got along most of the time but not when it came to Y/n. Now Hannibal wasn't jealous by any means he just didn't like the thought that the general administrator for Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane was basically Y/n psychiatrist at this point. In all reality Y/n just saw Fredrick as a friend who assesses the murderous mentally unstable.
Y/n looked at Hannibal over her wine glass seeing the look of disapproval in his eyes. She knew that when it came to her they didn't get along. every time the three were together she would attempt to get her boys, as she called them, to just relax. Fredrick and her were not as close as she had Hannibal believe but she found the irritation the belief caused very amusing.
"Hannibal, he is my friend not my doctor. Plus if your concerned they'll lock me up just know if they were gonna send me to that place they would have years ago."
After they had eaten and y/n helped him clean up. She headed out to her car and drove home for the night. In the morning she headed down to the area of town most of the night girls were in. She asked the any of the sex workers willing to talk to her if they had seen anything most described a law enforcement type of man but she expected that. Too many cops she knew condemned these people but after the sun went down could be caught enjoying their 'company.'
While Y/n was questioning the sex workers she was unaware that the copycat was watching her from the top of an apartment building. She had his full attention and interest but didn't know it yet. She would very soon though...
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