Welcome to Another Hannibal Artblog!
My personal Artblog all dedicated to NBC Hannibal.
In this blog you will see all my Hannibal fanarts, work in progress, comics, projects, fanfictions and useful links. All about Hannibal.
It's like a picture book, my notebook to bring order among the countless fanart that I drew for this beautiful show, NBC Hannibal.
And much more!
A chibi tribute to Abel Gideon and to his "sacrifice". Abel was one of my favorite characters of the show, I loved his sassy attitude and his intelligence (and yes, also his appearances...), but his end, his death, was... necessary? Maybe necessary, maybe not, but it was glorious. And my favorite part of the third season were the flashbacks with Abel Gideon and Hannibal Lecter together. Absolutely glorious and epic. You can cutthe armsand legsof the man, but you can notdestroy hisamusingirreverence!
Hello! Today I want to do a little of promotion for something that isn't mine. I don't use a lot facebook (for me, it's the worst site ever) but someone said to me that there was a good group for multishipper (people who like more than one or two pairings in the same show) of Hannibal and... wow. I joined it and the people in the group is very supportive and kind, but this little gem have only a few members, so I tought "Why not help them to gain more members?".
And here I am.
I've used my little chibi couples to create a new banner (I hope that the admin of the group likes it) that is the one that you can see above.
Uh, the important things...
You wanna be in the group too?
Follow the link!
A group dedicated to all the couples from Hannibal series.
Feel free to share what you like, opinions, pictures, fan art (explicit or not), fanfictions etc.
*** In order to maintain a positive atmosphere, please respect everyone's ship. No hate between shippers will be tolerated ***
So just spread the Love... and the Madness!
Werewolves and werecats are really different creatures: the have in commonthe prefix"were" onlyfor convenience, as they are NOT like twosides of the samecoin, they are distinct creaturesandunitedonlyby the abilityto mutate.
The werewolves are profoundly linked to the moon and its phases and to the beast inside them, werecats are not linked at all with the moon and their transformations are completely controlled by their will. Bothare contagious, butthe biteofa werewolfon aperson predisposedto becomeawerecatnotturn she/it into awolf, butacat, andvice versa. The bite of awerewolf(or werecat) simply activatethat portionof theDNAthat encodesthe ability to transform, andthat's whywhen Adrubalehas bittenBeverly, shehas become not a werewolf, buta werecat. She have three base forms: the crinos (an hybrid between cat and human, bipedal), the human form and the feral form, who resembles a muscular panther, but with a lot more of hair around the neck (in her case, because the mane can change a lot of volume, being related to how long is the hair in the human that mutates).
The factthat Willisa werewolfandBeverlya catdoes not meanthat the twoshouldbeenemies: their twospeciesare not evenincompetition for food, becausethe werewolveshuntlargeprey(such as bison, wild boarsandhorses) whilewerecats eatsconsiderably smallerpreyanimals, such as goats, sheeps, prairie dogs, miceandrats. Also, while werewolves hunt in packs, werecats had to do it alone, so they can't catch large animals.
Not all the werecats have short fur on their body, someone have long coat, like persian cats, but Beverly's one is medium-short and thisforms the basisforone of themostfrequent Will'sjokesabout the factthather friendBeverlycan gofor a walknakedwhenshe likes, while him (at least for the first months) must observethelunar cycletoundressin front of peoplewithoutscandalizinganyone.
"They are quite real.
During the Riders' years of glory, they were as renowned as the
dragons. Kings and elves kept them as companions - yet the werecats were
free to do whatever they chose. Very little has ever been known about
them. I'm afraid that their race has become rather scarce recently… they
could certainly do unusual things. They always seemed to know what was
going on and somehow or another manage to get themselves involved."
I know... Asdrubale isn't an official NBC Hannibal character... but it's an important piece of my webcomic Exoterism, which is based on NBC Hannibal. So here is a page... all dedicated to him (and his interactions with the world...).
And here we have a reference sheet of his feral form (aka when he seems a dog), kindly drawn by Matt-Darkpaw
Will and Asdrubale together: Will Graham loves a lot his bigger dog, even if it's a weredog and if it seems that Asdrubale tried to kill Hannibal.
I just realizedthat the protagonistsof our twowebcomicareperfectlyopposites: one isa vampireandthe other is awerewolf. One has acat-vampire andthe other has a were-dog (plus seven othernormal dogs). So, Provolino vs Will and Micione vs Asdrubale.
The protagonists of my webcomic , humans and werewolves (and the weredog Asdrubale... and the plushie Yoshi XD).
Human form and quick reference sheet: So, if every dog have a collar, why he doesn't have one? Here's the reason.
All we know about Asdrubale:
He was adopted by Will when he was only a four months old puppy, abandoned at Graham's door by an ambulant cookers repairer.
He is half labrador and half werewolf .
He has a lot of brothers, but Will never saw one of them.
His former name was "Daisy", then he was named by his new master "Asdrubale" because of his resemblance (or so Will said) with Hannibal (Hasdrubal, in Italian Asdrubale, was one of the brothers of the famous conqueror Hannibal)
His auspice is "Ragabash": Ragabash, children of the darkest nights, often act as the scouts and spies for their packs, as well as offering their irreverent ideas and alternative plans for their packmates’ consideration. But he is probably crazy, so his auspice is almost unrecognizable.
Hannibal calls him "Satan".
His nails are black even in human form andthe feet (and hands) are webbed.
He can walk on metal and glass walls.
He can't speak nor bark nor talk in every existing language (sign languages too).
One time he had a collar bought by Hannibal. A very expensive collar. Then he destroyed it.
The first page in which he appeared in the comic is THIS
A short fanfiction written by sphekso
Illustrations by me.
“What’ll you be having?” the bartender asked. “Something strong,” the woman replied, slouched on her stool. “Anything strong.”
One look at her face, and Hannibal could tell she was in trouble. He tapped the counter and said, “Geoff? Put it on my tab.” She looked over at him for a moment, then back to the bartender. “Whiskey?” she asked. Geoff grunted and took out a highball glass. He filled it partway and slid it across the counter. “You having some troubles?” “You could say that.” Hannibal thought about moving over a stool to sit next to her, but
decided against it. She probably wouldn’t take kindly to a man invading
her personal space. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Alana,” she said. “Yours?” “Hannibal.” “That’s a funny name.” She didn’t look at him. She just sipped her whiskey. “I could say the same about you. I don’t think I’ve ever met an
Alana.” Hannibal tapped the bar again. “I’ll have what the lady is
having.” Geoff shrugged and poured Hannibal a drink. Just as he was finishing,
Alana drained her whiskey in long gulps and said, “Leave the bottle.”
He set the bottle on the counter with a soft clink. “Thanks.” “Your troubles must be extreme,” Hannibal observed.
“How do you figure that?” she asked. She gave herself a refill. “How couldn’t I? It’s two in the afternoon. You’re either an
alcoholic or in dire straits, and you don’t strike me as the former.” She raised the glass to her lips and took a swallow. “And you don’t strike me as the type to drink in an Irish pub. Not wearing that suit.” Hannibal straightened his tie. “Never judge a book by its cover, Miss…?” “Bloom, and I’m not a miss.” “Mrs. Bloom, then. Tell me, what brings you here today? Perhaps I could offer some aid.” She squinted at him as she took another drink. “What makes you think you can help?” “I’m a psychiatrist,” he said. “It’s what I do.” “Well then, Dr. Hannibal, go ahead and analyze me. But let me drink a
while, first.” Silence, and more whiskey. Then: “My wife left me.
What’s your advice?” Geoff turned his back to them and busied himself washing glasses. “My advice is it’s never a good plan to drink away your sorrows,”
Hannibal said. Alana opened her mouth to protest, but he added, “Don’t
worry, I’m not here to stop you.” She nodded and dumped more whiskey into her glass. “I’m used to
drinking away my sorrows,” she said. “Though it’s usually beer. No beer
today, though.” “What happened between you, if you don’t mind my asking?” “Why do you care so much?” she asked. “Forgive me. Sometimes my curiosity runs away with me.” He glanced at the clock. Close to two-thirty now. She shook her head. “We fought. I left, and when I got back she was packing her bags. There’s not much else to say.” “What did you fight about?” She downed the rest of her drink. She was in deep, and fast. She’d be sloppy before long. “She cheated on me. With a man.” “Does it bother you more that she cheated, or that it was with a man?” “The man part doesn’t matter,” she said. “I don’t discriminate, either.” “Is that so?” Hannibal asked. He took a chance and moved a stool
closer. She didn’t object, so he pulled his glass to his new spot and
settled in. “It’s a shame, really. I’d never cheat on a woman so
beautiful.” She wobbled back a little on her stool and gripped the counter to steady herself. “Are you hitting on me?” “No,” he said. “Nothing so base.” “Then what’s your game?” “I don’t have a game,” he replied. “But you’re about to be very drunk, very soon. You should slow down on that whiskey.” “Don’t tell me what I should do,” she said. She poured another two fingers and sipped. “Drive here on your own?” Geoff asked, turning his attention back to them. Alana blinked at him. “Yes,” she said. “Why?” He stuck out his hand, palm-up. “Keys.” “I’m fine. Really.” “You’re swaying, if you didn’t notice. Now, keys.”
Geoff was right: she was softly swinging back and forth on her seat. She made a little harrumph, then, defeated, fished around in her purse. She dropped her key ring in his hand. “Happy?” He grunted again in response. “Shall I call you a cab?” Hannibal asked. She shook her head. “I need more,” she said, glassy-eyed. She tipped
back her head as she took her next swallow, throwing off her center of
balance and threatening to send her tumbling. Hannibal pressed his hand
into the small of her back and eased her upright again. “You didn’t have
to do that,” she muttered. “I know,” he said. “So, where do you intend to go now? It’s the
middle of the day, and you’re incredibly drunk. Were you planning to
sleep it off on the pool table?” “I don’t need a cab,” she said. “She didn’t take a cab. She took her car. I don’t want to take a cab, either.” “You’ll have to,” Geoff said. “Unless you’re going home with him.” He jerked his head in Hannibal’s direction. Hannibal favored her with a smile. “That’s always an option.” “It is?” she asked. “How can I be sure you won’t…” “Won’t what? Take advantage of you? I haven’t the slightest idea why you would think that of me. I’ve been nothing but helpful.” Alana went for the bottle, but Geoff took it away before she could
reach it. “You’ve had enough,” he said, and returned it to its place
behind the counter. “You’re rich, right?” she asked Hannibal. Her blinks were heavier now. He patted her hand. “Quite.” “Is your house big like mine? What’s it like?” “It’s beautiful, much like you,” he replied. “I could show you, if you’d like.” She tugged a lock of hair in front of her face and looked at it
curiously. “Alright. Okay. You’re an attractive man. I’m an attractive
woman. You have an attractive home. So why not?” Hannibal reached for his wallet and placed a hundred dollar bill on the bar. “That should cover our drinks.” “And then some,” Geoff said. “I’ll give you her keys.” He took them
out of a drawer and tossed them to Hannibal, who deftly snatched them
out of the air. “Hannibal? Take care of her. She looks like a nice lady.
A little lost, is all.” “You mustn’t worry so much,” Hannibal told him. “Come now, Mrs.
Bloom.” He rose from his stool and guided her to a standing position.
Her swaying worsened on two feet. “Can you walk?” “I… I don’t think so,” she replied. “I think… I think I need more whiskey.” “I have plenty at home. You’re sure you can’t walk?” She took a few clumsy steps forward before tripping over her feet and
reeling backwards. Hannibal grabbed her before she hit the floor.
“Definitely not,” she said. She grinned a stupid-drunk grin. “You really
are attract—“ She hiccupped. “—Attractive,” she finished. “You’re not thinking clearly. Here, if you can’t walk…” He hefted her
up on his back, and she wrapped herself around him and nuzzled her
cheek into his neck. “Real romantic,” Geoff said. “Now get outta here before you run off my patrons with that suit of yours.” “Don’t I always?” Hannibal carried Alana to the door without even a
hint of effort. Alana was a feather on his back as he exited the bar. “God, it’s so bright out,” Alana groaned. In truth, it was overcast.
“Where are we…” She paused, searching for words. “Going! Where are we
going?” “To my home. We discussed this.” “Oh,” she said. After he’d gotten her into the car, she asked, “Are we going to sleep together?” He sighed. “Not with you like this.” “What if I want to later?” “Am I to be your rebound?” “If you want,” she said, and hiccupped again. “When you’re sober, I can be anything you want me to be.” He kissed
her forehead lightly. She stirred in her seat and raised her head to
meet his lips with her own. He didn’t stop her. Once she was satisfied
with the kiss, he pulled back and said, “Now, let’s go for a drive,
My choice of Hannibal fanarts of this month, among the best works of the
other artists (in this post, no one of the fanarts is mine).
Ps. Every piece of art of these is available as art print and other
product: click on them to go to the page (also to discover who is the
author of each masterpiece!) and purchase some good things for you,
Fannibal! Also, this way you can support all these fabulous artists.