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Dr Chilton slowly became one of my favourites through out the show, istg that man will survive anything.

Honestly, Chilton is one of my favourite characters, and I don't think people acknowledge enough how complex his character is. He is the perfect example of the duality of man.

We see Chilton running the BSHCI. He's aggressive, manipulative, and unethical. He gaslights people, and psychic drives patients all in the name of power, fame, and control. He will do just about anything to get ahead. Objectively, he is not a good, morally sound person.

However, he is one of the only characters in the entire series who is completely unwilling and unable to kill someone. Even with all his flaws and weaknesses and immorality, he can't bring himself to kill someone. Will even says it point blank, "You're not a killer, Frederick."

Now compare that to a character like Alana, who arguably is morally superior to him. Obviously, near the end of the show, she's changed a lot, but for the most part, she genuinely wants what's best for people. However, when it comes down to it, she is willing and able to kill someone. I think that's totally understandable for her character, and it doesn't make her suddenly an awful person.

But when it comes down to Chilton, it's a very interesting boundary he refuses to cross. He is genuinely an awful person in so many ways, and yet here is this line that other, morally superior, characters cross, and he doesn't.

Best scene 💯💯💯

YALL DID NOT WARN ME ABT THE SCENE WHERE MADS RIPS OFF THE ROPES AND COLLAR OH MY GOD WHAT????

chilton tripping over the bags and landing face down in front of hannibal in 2x07 is peak comedy to me personally. love that pathetic little fruit of a man

We can only hope 😔😔🙏

I JUST FINISHED HANNIBAL— I DONT BLAME MADS FOR SAYING HE WANTED TO KISS HUGH AT THE END.

I hope season 4 happens and they live happy gay lives and murder people :3

How could one hate this man ??

(ik he’s awful and pathetic)

chilton tripping over the bags and landing face down in front of hannibal in 2x07 is peak comedy to me personally. love that pathetic little fruit of a man

Me, a Hannibal nerd, reading Lamb to the Slaughter by Roald Dahl for the first time: aw yeah she’s gonna feed her husband to the police!

Me, finding out that she only fed them the murder weapon (a frozen leg of lamb) and did not make the pigs commit cannibalism: I mean it’s alright I guess

that's it. that's hannibal nbc <3333

Pov: you use a handsome man as a research subject but you end up falling for him so you panic and frame him for all your murders then you realize you actually miss him so you provide evidence that he is innocent but now he is a cunt who wants to continue therapy so one day he brings you rude journalist meat which you erotically cook together so you are no longer sure what the two of you are

Okay I'm listening to Phantom of the Opera and we definitely need a phantom hannibal au. If it already exists can I please get recs?

Like literally:

That's the most Hannibal thing ever

Does anyone else get anxiety because they love something too much? Or it's too real?

I can't look at IWWV stuff because I feel it too much. It makes me shake and ache and I can't breathe. It's so dramatic but it's true. The book is too real.

Or I'm looking for a fanfiction and I find exactly what I'm looking for but I immediately have to skip over it because then it'll be gone. But I never go back cause it stresses me out. My 'marked for later' tab is insane.

I get to the last episode of a show I love and I can't watch it cause it gives me anxiety. It can't end.

I find things that are so perfect, that represent me so well, things that I feel in my soul, and I can't partake. It's all too much.

I love this so much!

I’ve just gotten back into Death Note and my brain has been rotting on these two ships a lot lately, and it’s good to see other people are here too. It helps that your post OP helped sort of put into words what I’ve been thinking lately.

I’ve felt that another key difference that sort of underpins this (aka the reason I think the mistrust/trust dynamic you describe exists) is that the thing that ultimately drives Hannigram and Lawlight together are different. Both ships deal with loneliness and stagnation, but I think Hannigram is primarily concerned with loneliness and Lawlight is primarily concerned with stagnation.

Will and Hannibal are lonely first and foremost and, while they are stagnant, they are sort of content with that. Hannibal will always find a temporary amusement, that is a huge reason he pulls some of the shit he does. For Will that stagnation is emotionally safe (change means loss of control of stimuli) but they want understanding and acceptance (the instinctual craving as described by OP). It is a happy circumstance that means the person that understands and accepts them also challenges them intellectually and breaks the monotony.

On the other hand, L and Light are stagnant and it’s draining them. L has case after case and eventually they start looking the same so the temporary fix is starting to not cut it (I do also believe that he seeks justice too, multiple states can be true if Will had taught us anything). Light states at the beginning that he is bored and that is one of his primary motivations for becoming Kira. They challenge each other, stimulate each other intellectually in a dangerous competition that thrills them. After L dies, Light’s motivation dies with him. The fact that they also understand each other better than anyone, while important, is secondary because they both revel in their loneliness before they realize how wonderful acceptance is.

Sorry to keep comparing Hannigram and LawLight but it's hard to be super into two fandoms that are so different yet so similar and whose similarities and differences help me to understand the individual works better but anyway--

I think a prime difference in the two is that it is integral to LawLight that neither of them believe each other when they say anything. It's about the annoyance of knowing that bitch is *trying* to fuck with you as if he can (despite the fact he's also aware he can't and so therefore is just trying to annoy you and taunt you) but not being able to say anything about it. Whereas with Hannigram, they do believe each other, occasionally. Even when there has to be an overarching presence if of mistrust in order to save themselves, they can't *help* it. They trust each other emotionally even if they don't logically, because they are the only two people bonded in the specific way they are.

They trust each other in the small pockets of time and space where they can because they crave it, because it's instinctual.

Imagine: Having your first dinner with Hannibal.

Hannibal smiled softly, watching you „I hope you like it.” He said with his deep voice

You looked at him and smiled „Yes, it’s delicious. Thank you for inviting me on a dinner, dr. Lecter.” You said happil

„Please, [Y/N] call Me, Hannibal.”

You nodded „Okay, Thank you again, Hannibal.” You said softly and returned to eating.

Author: Cass

Gif: X

Like Father Like Daughter || Part I

A/N: Sooo! It is my first attempt to write something longer... And at the same moment it's my first attempt to write something longer from Hannibal fandom. Enjoy!

Words: 1018

Warnings: none.

Author: Cass

She returned to home after long year. Why? Boarding school in France.  Her mother sent her there because of her unhealthy interests in murder and crime. It wasn’t so bad, the problem was that SHE sent her there when she was only 15. She was glad that she was able to come back home many times but she always returned there for her father. Her mother “died” in an “accident” a year after she has been sent there, after that she wanted return home, but father told her to stay and do what she loved to. So she did this and stayed there as long as she only could, she finished school and then started study biology, psychology, criminology. She was 24 now and because of some “stuff” that went wrong, she decided to take small vacations. And there was no better place than father’s house.

She muttered angrily to herself because now she realized that high heels weren’t a good idea. She was walking dressed only in high heels, short black dress, coat and scarf, pulling heavy suitcase behind her. She wanted to look nice, she good knew what was awaiting at house. Fancy dinner just like every time. She loved to watch how he was cooking, he was a real master in this.

She sighed happily when she was standing in front of a door. With a smile she knocked to them and waited.

Young woman could feel happiness in her heart when door were answered by her father. Man smiled at her.

“Arlene, my daughter.” He said and hugged her. Arlene smiled and nuzzled to man, with smile and happiness in her heart.

“Yes, I missed you father.” “I know, sweetheart. Come in. Dinner will be soon read, I will take you suitcase.” He said and woman nodded. She walked inside and looked around, while her father took suitcase to her old room. Home didn’t change that much, some furniture were new but that was all. There was no better place than home. Arlene sat down on a couch and looked around, thinking about last time when she was here.

“Why you returned so suddenly?” Father asked and sat next to her. “I just had to… Some stuff went horrible wrong… I had to ran away from France, I will wait till things get quiet again, then I gonna go back there.” She said and looked at him sadly “I let you down, father… I’m so sorry.” Man only smiled and stroked Arlene’s long black hair.

“You never let me down, you are young. Mistakes are normal.” He said slowly and watched her face. “You know what… Je t'aime.” Woman smiled and nodded “Je t'aime aussi, papa.” He smiled and kissed her forehead “I will be in kitchen.” Man said and left the room.

Arlene sighed and got up from couch, she slowly walked to her father’s desk and looked at many sketches made by him. She picked up and looked at one of them, it was a sketch of building, It was more than beautiful. She smiled when she saw signature of her father in the corner of the paper.

“Hannibal Lecter”

Yes… He was her father and she was his beloved daughter.

Arlene went to the kitchen and smiled at Hannibal.

“I missed you dad…” She said softly and walked to him. He looked at her and smiled.

“I missed you too, So you need to stay for longer time.” Arlene sighed sadly and quickly found wine and glasses.

“Yes… I really don’t want to be a problem, but things in France got really bad. They were too close… I made too many mistakes, dad” she said and poured wine into glasses.

You need a job” he said and took second glass. "Job… Or just something with what I will be busy” she said and took sip of wine. “Wine with special ingredient” Arlene purred “Who this time…” Hannibal smiled.

“Someone got too close to some stuff… I had to take care of this person.” He said.

“So… I think today’s dinner… We gonna eat "with” this person.“ Arlene said looking at him.

"Exactly sweetheart.” Hannibal nodded and took sip of wine.

“About job, I need an assistant. You will be great.”

“Stay close to my beloved father… I will take it.” She said with happiness.

 Later the dinner time has come. There was no better place than home. Maybe Arlene was alone with her father but he was her only real family.

Before sleep Arlene put on short lace nightdress. She sighed softly and looked at herself in a mirror.  She started make braid looking at scares on her body.

Hannibal went to room to check on his daughter. He looked at her and smiled, slowly he walked behind her and put hands on her shoulders.

“Look at yourself… Real perfection and grace…” he said slowly “Even your mother wasn’t so beautiful.”

Arlene smiled and looked at reflection of her father.

“Thank you… But… Can I ask you something?”

Hannibal gently stroked soft skin on Arlene’s arms.

“What is it?”

“I… I will never end up like my mother? You love me too much… I’m too much like you… Right?” She asked.

“Of course… I only couldn’t let her waste such a talent…” he kissed her shoulder. “Now… Don’t think about her anymore. Je t'aime.” Hannibal said slowly.

“Je t'aime aussi, papa.” She said quietly. “Good night and see you tomorrow.”

“Good night sweetheart” he left room.

Arlene sighed softly and shook her head. She went to bed, Arlene slipped into bed. It was big bed, woman wrapped herself in cashmere quilt and nuzzled to pillow. She was laying like this for several minutes before finally feeling asleep.

Hannibal was sitting in his room, sketching. When he reached into drawer in his desk, he found a photo of Arlene’s mother. Man smiled softly.

“Too bad you can’t see her now…” Hannibal said and got up. He slowly walkd to fireplace, “but you would kill such a potential. I couldn’t let you do this.“

Hannibal said and threw old photo into the fire.

Like Father Like Daughter || Part II

Words: 1485

Warnings: blood

Author: Cass

Arlene has been waken up by sunrays.  She growled softly, slowly got up and walked to her suitcase and sighed. “Why I didn’t unpack it yesterday…” She smiled softly and quickly found grey shirt and black skirt. “This will be perfect” Arlene said and put things onto armchair. Then she grabbed her dressing-gown and went downstairs. “Do you ever sleep?” She asked and smiled looking at her father.

“I had to get up earlier … Bigger breakfast.” He smiled.

Arlene nodded “Dad… Can I get a hug?” She asked quietly.

Hannibal looked at her and walked to her, he slowly took her into his arms. “Something’s wrong…?” He asked and looked at her, stroking her cheek.

“Nothing… I just. I missed you dad.” She said and smiled at him.

Hannibal smiled back and kissed her forehead “I missed you too. I’m glad that my Sanglante Dame wasn’t caught by Police.”

She nodded “Yea… Someone got too close to me… I thought that it will be good to be with Police man… I thought I will have easier access to info… I will know when I will be able to work and when I need to stay quiet.”

“He got too close?” Hannibal asked.

Arlene only nodded “Yea… I was able to manipulate him…. He killed himself and I moved out.” She said.

Hannibal smiled and kissed her head “I’m proud.” He said.  Arlene smiled “I will go and wait at breakfast.” Woman said and walked to the table.

After breakfast Arlene went to take shower, she brushed her hair and put on clothes that she prepared earlier, she also put on black high hills and glasses. Then she walked to her father. “I think you will be big distraction for my patients.” He smiled. “Don’t worry dad. It will be fine.” She giggled “Can we go?”

He nodded “Let’s go.”

Arlene took her bag and followed her father.

Arlene walked inside office. Ohhh… How she missed this place. Every small part of it. She could remember times when her father was showing her his sketches… They were really brutal like for 12 years old girl.  She remembered days that she spent here with Hannibal. She walked along the wall looking at paintings that she saw few years ago. Place didn’t change and it was good. In this one room… There was too many of her memories.

Arlene put her bag down and sighed softly “So… I better go and look at papers.” She said, still looking around.

“Just be quick. I want to have you by my side when patient will come.” Hannibal said.

Arlene blinked “I’m sorry I though..” “You will be my assistant. You will be close to me whole time. Patients trust me… So they gonna trust my daughter.” Man smiled and Arlene nodded slowly “Okay… Sounds great.”

Arlene looked at papers, many cases were interesting. She didn’t knew why but only one name coughed her attention. “Will Graham”. Arlene even didn’t start read when she heard knocking, she got up from her place and went to open doors.

Man looked confused “Um… Doctor Lecter… Is He here?”

“Yes I’m.” He said and smiled at man softly.

Man walked inside “Good… Who’s this young lady?”

“This is my daughter. I hope you don’t mind her being here. She is my assistant, She is studying and I want her to get as much experience as it’s possible.” Hannibal explained and Arlene smiled at man.

“Oh… No… No. If this only will help this beautiful young lady then I can accept this. If she took your path it means she is worth my trust. Like father like daughter.” Man said happily.

Hannibal smiled and nodded “Let’s start.”

Rest of the day was the same. People were coming and leaving. Some of them had normal problems, some were psychopaths in some points.  Arlene really enjoyed this. She was sitting on couch and listening… Learning about all of those sick minds.  She had her notebook in hands. Writing down every important thing for her observation. Patient after patient… She was listening to the sounds of their voices, she watched their movements, their faces, but the most important she listened and watched Hannibal. Studying his every word and move.

After many hours Arlene finally said goodbye to last person “Good night and see you next time.” She said politely.

“Tired?” Hannibal asked and looked at her from his desk.

“Not really. It was… Interesting. Too bad that this day is over… I could...”  Arlene was cut off by door.

Someone just walked inside. It was man, not too tall. He had dark curly hair and glasses.

“Hannibal I thought I won’t catch you… Who’s that…?” He asked looking at Arlene “Are you busy?”

“No, It’s my daughter.” He said looking at man.

“You… You have daughter?” Man asked, looking really confused.

“There is many things you don’t know about me, Will. Sweetheart please go close main door and come back here.” Hannibal looked at Arlene.

Arlene nodded and went to do what he asked her to. Now she could recognize that name, she saw it in papers this morning. Arlene had to admit, he was interesting as a patient… And he was handsome.

She returned back inside and slowly walked to desk. Arlene sat in chair and took her notebook, she started slowly write her new notes.

After that meeting Arlene got up from her seat and walked to her father.

“So… This is your daughter? My name is Will Graham.” Man said and offered his hand.

Arlene took his hand “Arlene Lecter.”

Hannibal looked at them “Will… Tomorrow we have less work to do. I want to invite you at small dinner 8p.m?”

Arlene blinked and looked at her father. “Um, okay. It sounds… 8p.m then. Thank you that I could talk with you and… I was nice to meet you.”

“You too, Will.” Arlene said quietly.

When man left, Arlene looked at Hannibal “I thought you shouldn’t be friends with patients.” She said.

“He is other case.” He said and shrugged “Ready to go… We need to get some things at tomorrow’s dinner.” Hannibal said and looked at Arlene.

Woman looked at him and smiled “Oh… I will help you with pleasure father.” She said nodding.

“What he did?” Arlene asked, looking at fresh blood covering her hands.

“No one important, really… Man from newspaper… He was really getting onto my nerves…” he growled.

“That’s explaining a lot.” Arlene smiled and helped her father.

This was her favorite part. Hands still covered in warm blood, buried deep inside dead body.

“You missed this, sanglante dame?” Hannibal smiled.

“Yes… I missed this so much. So… Now we cut here… And we have lungs, I need to say he was a really healthy man. What we gonna do with him?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about that.” He said watching her.

Arlene smiled, looking at her hands. She sighed heavily because she couldn’t stop herself. Woman started lick the blood off of her hands, Arlene moaned from happiness. “Merveilleusement!” She said and laughed “Ne peut pas attendre!” Arlene growled happily and continued to lick blood off of her fingers.

Arlene cleaned herself up and sighed happily “Mmmm… I love that, I needed that!”

“I knew it will make you feel better.” Hannibal said and stroked her cheek “Go home… I will take care of rest, just be careful, Sweetheart.” He murmured.

Arlene nodded and nuzzled to his hand “I will be careful, father and you have to be careful too” She said before leaving.

At home Arlene sighed sadly and shivered. “Too bad that stuff in France got so messed up.” She growled to herself and went to change.

When she got downstairs, Hannibal was already in kitchen “Want to help me? We will prepare meat and it will be great tomorrow.”

Arlene giggled “You know that blood is more my thing.” She said and walked closer. “No, thank you, father. I rather would like to watch. You are a Master in kitchen.”

Arlene watched his every move. He was so gentle and careful with meat.

He looked at her “You look tired. Go to bed sweetheart. We have work to do tomorrow and dinner to make.” He said.

Arlene sighed softly “You are right father. I will go to bed. I love you.”

Hannibal whispered. "I love you too sweetheart… Now please go to bed and rest. You had a hard day.“ With every word he walked closer to her, Hannibal wrapped arms around Arlene and pulled her closer "My brave little girl.” He whispered, stroking her cheek “Good night.”

Arlene nodded “Good night dad.” She said quietly and went to bedroom.

Hannibal came to bedroom to check on Arlene. He sat on bed and gently touched her cheek “My good girl, I will need to do something.” Hannibal said and then left the room.

“It’s getting better” (I found a new unhealthy obsession).

Primavera II I was inspired by Jess Johnson's art. Wonderful!

They're all good guys dw

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