Hannibal daily sketch 309

Third of our entries for WinterMurderland and daily drawing for Hanniholidays2017! Drawing for the 10th day: Holiday sweater. Featuring Will, Hannibal and Alana in Christmas-themed sweaters... or maybe not. Hannibal is just in his usual red sweater because, you know, style...

This work is also available on RedBubble. Get yourself a cool Christmas card!

Hannibal daily sketch 269

Second sketch of the 100ThemesChallenge: LOVE. With Alannigram, our absolute 3TP, because it's way too much time that we don't draw it (and also is perfect for the theme.  

We'll do all the 100 themes with Hannibal daily (or not-daily)  sketches!

Hannibal daily sketch 244

Today is Caroline Dhavernas (Alana Bloom in NBC Hannibal)'s birthday! Let's celebrate preparing a cake! The scene was suggested by  edge-o-matic that wanted to see them at work because two days ago I've drawn Hannibal serving her birthday cake !
Hey, it's the third day that I do a birthday-related illustration! Yesterday was Bayobayo's one.

Peer Review

I forgot to post this on the blog! Ahhh, sorry! (I posted this practically everywhere, from tumblr to deviantart, but not here XD).

This one is a re-interpretation of the cover of a novel written by our patron Marion Krueger, Peer Review. We had already drawn this for her birthday, but for Christmas, and for celebrating that this novel got published, we colored it!
Peer Review is a mènage a trois romance, published by Siren Editor, and you can buy it HERE . Try it, especially if you are Fannibal (but even if you are not) and you like romance and erotica.
If you are a +$2 patron, you can download the full resolution file of this drawing, both with and without title, HERE

Hanniholidays - part 2

Here other five prompts of the hanniholidays  (of course we decided to do a sketch for every prompts!).

Happy holidays, Fannibals!

6. Holiday postcards. Hannigram travel around the world and send postcards to Marlana!
This work is also available on RedBubble HERE

7.Eskimo kisses. I had to draw a sweet Hannibloom scene (and to include also a Will) to recreate a balance after reading this fanfiction , written by our patron @alwaysalanab , where basically Will dies unexpectedly and Hannibal calls alana to be comforted, but it's like it's overall using her and it's all angst and darkness and I don't know why I read these things, so here eskimo kisses!

8. Christmas lights! It's the perfect time for decorating the inside of Will's mind!
This work is also available on RedBubble HERE  because these days I post anything on RedBubble, even the daily sketches XD

9.  Sledding. Just, happy sledding.

This work is also available on RedBubble HERE   because these days I post anything on RedBubble, even the daily sketches XD

10. Holiday sweater. So, here almost anyone in holiday sweater, ready to celebrate the holidays with their favorite people (of course Bedelia's favorite person is the wine. Yes. Wine.)

Hanniholidays - Part 1

Here the first five prompts of the hanniholidays  (of course we decided to do a sketch for every prompts!).

Happy holidays, Fannibals!

1. Holiday cookies! Ah, baking with your friends, one of the best way you can spend your time during the holidays, even if you are a cannibal killer!

2. Ornament. This work is also available on RedBubble as sticker, t-shirt and a lot of other cool things HERE

3. Snowball. Deadly (not really, luckily) snowball of doom between Hannibal and Will, arghhh!

4.Fireplace.

5. Eggnog. It’s time to bring back Bedelia du Maurier to create the official eggnog inspectors team!

Alannigram - Peer review

Today is the birthday of one of our patrons, and also friend, Marion aka @alwaysalanalab  (formerly @hchannibloom), so we have decided to draw her a little present ;)
This is our reinterpretation of the cover of her novel (that will be probably published in January), Peer Review. You can see the original cover HERE
Of course it's  a little bit different (starting by the fact that the two male characters have faces), but it's a reinterpretation with the characters that inspired the protagonists, not the protagonists themselvesd ;)
We have also sent you a postcard two months ago, but since it haven't arrived yet, there's the chance that it got lost T_T. We're so sorry!
And we hope that eight hours of our time, working only with a ballpoint pen on a sheet with no preparation sketch are enough! Thank you for being our friend and our patron :)
(If someone is interested in buying a print, sticker, t-shirt, whatever you want, you can do it on RedBubble HERE )

Hannictober - Part 1

Trying to follow the Hannictober calendar, here the first 5 days!

1. Ghost(busters)

2. Pumpkins

3. Trick or treat?
So, here we have our dear werewolf, witch and skeleton (you’re never really to old for trick or treat XD)!

4. Séance
The fourth prompt is “séance" (A séance /ˈseɪ.ɑːns/ or seance is an attempt to communicate with spirits. The word "séance" comes from the French word for "seat", "session" or "sitting", from the Old French seoir, "to sit".)… and we couldn’t miss the opportunity to bring back Franklyn Froideveux. We must see again that cheesy neurotic baby.

5. Scare
Have a scary wendigo.

NEXT FIVE DAYS>

Time for a magic trip!

And finally, on the verge of the end of the event, we completed our contribution to the hannibalcreative event #RudeTrip.
We decided for a Hogwarts AU! (And we are so proud of the result!)

Hannibal (Slytherin student), Will (Ravenclaw) , Basilia the basilisk, the little dragon Leonida, Alana (Gryffindor) with her cat and her broomstick are ready for a new, fantastic adventure!

Ps. Wanna reblog the post on Tumblr? Here you go!

http://hannibalartblog.eu/post/151294462126/and-finally-on-the-verge-of-the-end-of-the-event

Leather

 +++LEATHER+++

Written by hchannibloom (bleepin_ufo)  

Illustrated by us, FuriaAndMimma for the #EatTheRare event by Hannibal Cre-Ate-Ive
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Alana and Hannibal shared a glance over the breakfast table. Today was the day, they’d discussed it, but breaking the news to Will was going to take some doing.
The young man’s hair had grown into a wild mass of curls which was currently his most prominent feature as he hoovered down a generous serve of Hannibal’s scrambled eggs.
Hannibal could sense Alana’s hesitation to broach the subject so once Will had finished eating he stepped behind him, casually sipping from his coffee and placing a reassuring hand on Will’s shoulder. “Alana and I have been talking…” He began. “You’ve been a very good boy to us.” He began to stroke Will’s hair.
The blood in Will’s veins turned to ice. Were the past few blissful months he had spent with Hannibal and Alana about to come to a horrible end. He had shared so much of himself with them, he didn’t think he could bear to be without them.
Alana could clearly see the panic forming on Will’s features. She reached across the table, taking his hands. She smiled proudly. “Will, we want you to come to the club with us.”
Hannibal rounded on the pair, wearing his own expression of pleasure. “It will be a debut of sorts. A chance to show off our boy.” His fingers tangled lightly in Alana’s hair. She leaned into the touch.
Will grinned with relief, but after a moment his face fell. “But I don’t have anything to wear.”
“A tiny, insignificant detail.” Hannibal reassured him.
Half an hour later they’d piled into the Bentley and were cruising to downtown Baltimore, the dodgy end. Hannibal parked in front of a small, unassuming leather goods store. Although he and Alana frequented it for various supplies for their trysts with Will and each other, they had never brought the empath there.
“I’m going to get some coffee.” Alana announced as she climbed out of the car. “I’ll see you guys in there.”
Hannibal nodded, putting his arm around Will. They wandered into the shop, the front of which was filled with handbags, wallets, luggage tags, all hand made and expensive.
However Hannibal’s gaze barely acknowledged the finery. He quickly drew Will into the back of the shop which displayed an array of whips, straps and crops, some of a kind which Will was intimately familiar with. He blushed, remembering the groans and whimpers and even tears such implements had extracted from him. And worse, how much he had enjoyed it, whether it be Hannibal with a single tail whip or Alana’s more delicate kiss with a riding crop.
While Will stood agape, Hannibal had busied himself talking to the shop’s owner, getting advice on the best sizes for Will’s attire, or perhaps on a new toy to torment his boy with.
Alana soon arrived, coming up behind Will just as he turned flusteredly away from the wall of implements. They collided, sending a shower of coffee all over Will’s white dress shirt.
Alana gasped in shock, quickly pulling the shirt open and off so the hot liquid wouldn’t burn Will’s skin. “I’m SO sorry.” She said, running her hands over his bare chest. Once she had ascertained Will was unharmed, she dipped her mouth to his for a quick kiss.
Hannibal cleared his throat, gesturing towards a small changing area in the back. “Master Peter has set out some things for you to try on, William.” He said with a wolfish smile.
Will nodded obediently, trying not to feel self-conscious in his shirtless state. He wasn't quite comfortable with the large scar across his belly, even if it was a token of Hannibal's admittedly unconventional love.
Inside the changing room was a rack of leather pants. They all looked the same to Will, but if his Master and Mistress wanted him to try them on, what choice did he have?
“Make sure you show us every pair.” Alana called “We want to make sure you will look your absolute best.”
Will hesitantly pulled on the first pair. It felt strange, a bit like he was trying on Daddy’s clothing. Though the pants were a perfect fit for his waist, they were a snugger fit than he was used to, almost like a second skin.
“How’re you going in there?” Alana called.
Will cleared his throat. “F-fine. I’m coming out now.” He said, and pulled back the curtain.
Alana nearly dropped her coffee, though she tried to act casual. Hannibal’s tongue snaked out across his lower lip. “Turn around.” He commanded gruffly.
At Will’s resultant movement, Hannibal’s eyes slipped closed. Oh yes. The soft black leather perfectly accentuated Will’s ass and Hannibal had no doubt the pants would fit even better once Will’s underwear were done away with.
“What do you think?” Will asked innocently.
Alana and Hannibal exchanged a glance.
Alana schooled herself into practicality. “I think we need to see some more, I mean you’ve only tried on one pair and you must have a dozen in there.”

“Okay.” Will replied breezily. He went back into the change room and put on the next pair. These ones had a bootleg cut, balancing out his chicken legs.
He struck a pose as he came out. Alana came over, tugging at the leather and taking the opportunity to fondle his ass, under the guise of checking the fit. “I think I preferred the first ones. Hannibal?” She turned Will so Hannibal could appreciate his ass, landing a hard spank against his left cheek.
Hannibal smiled “I need to see more to be sure.”
Flustered by Alana’s attentions, Will returned to the cubicle.

He tried on 8 more pairs of leather pants, with Alana and Hannibal finding fault with each of them, after they’d fabricated excuses to fondle his leather-clad ass. Finally, frustratedly, he put on the final pair.
Will’s cheeks were pink with discontent as he emerged from the cubicle.
Alana looked him over, from the mass of curls on his head, down his rosy cheeks, eyes brimming with tears of frustration, along the shadow of his beard. As her eyes dipped to his muscular arms and chest, she began to step towards him, fingers dancing along the waistband of his pants.
Hannibal similarly moved closer, stalking around behind Will and inhaling his scent, intermingled with the strong scent of leather conditioner that the shop had.
“You’re beautiful.” Alana whispered to Will, allowing him to bury his head in her shoulder.
“Obviously not. If I can’t make a pair of leather pants look good.” He sulked.
Alana couldn’t hold back a peal of laughter. Her eyes met with Hannibal’s over Will’s shoulder. “You think that’s why we made you try on all those trousers?”
Will blinked, pulling back to look at Alana. “Well, why else would you?”
Hannibal kissed Will warmly on the forehead. “Because you look wonderfully distracting in them all, and we were enjoying ourselves.” He replied soothingly.
“So which ones do you want me to wear to the club?” Will asked more calmly.
“Whichever ones you like. But you must wear them properly. Without underwear.” He leaned into Will’s ear “Like a second skin.”
Will shivered with desire, covering Hannibal’s mouth with his own. “These ones will do.” He breathed impatiently “Can we go home now, Master?”
“Of course.” Hannibal smiled “I believe your Mistress has a new toy she wants to try as well.”
Alana paid for their purchases and she and Hannibal escorted Will out of the shop, one hand each on one of Will’s ass cheeks.

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Alannigram sketches collection 2016

In honour of #EatTheRare, finally we can post on this blog all the rare pairings related sketches that until now were divided between Patreon, Deviantart and our Tumblr Hannibal blog (and some are also never seen before)!
This is the second collection that we decided to post, and it's not really a pairing, but poly relationships count, right?: Alana x Hannibal x Will aka the Alannigram!
So... enjoy!

Hannibal fairytales - Snow White

This story is written by @hchannibloom (visit also her A03 for more beautiful fanfictions!)

-+***[SNOW WHITE]***+-

Once upon a time there lived a good king named Jack who had a beautiful wife named Bella. They lived in a lovely grey stone castle, covered with honeysuckle vines. Jack was a handsome and fair king who was dedicated to the safety and happiness of his subjects and most especially to Bella. Bella was so called because she was a great beauty, her ebony skin and thick curls inspired trend after trend throughout the land. However Bella’s great strength was that she was as beautiful on the inside as on the outside and loved King Jack just as devotedly as he loved her.

Unfortunately, the couple had trouble conceiving a child until one day Bella pricked her finger while sewing. When her blood fell on the snow, she prayed she would have a child with lips as red as blood, hair as dark as ebony and skin as white as snow. 

Her prayer was answered, and in due course she gave birth to a daughter who became known as Snow White, though her real name was Alana. 
Unfortunately Queen Bella died shortly after Snow White was born, and her husband King Jack remarried the beautiful but cruel Bedelia. He had always had a soft spot for beautiful women, and was blind to the fact that Bedelia was not a lovely person like Bella in her heart.

Bedelia was fair and her presence commanded attention, which is how she had caught King Jack’s interest in the first place. Her hair was the colour of straw and curled around her shoulders, and her pale skin was punctuated by rosy cheeks and full pink lips. She was very vain and had brought with her to the castle a magic mirror (for she was a witch also). She liked to ask:

“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all?”

And the mirror would always reply:

“You are my queen”

And this made Bedelia happy because she knew the magic mirror could not lie.

Snow White grew to be as lovely as her mother. She was a great beauty with her crimson mouth, delicate skin and shock of dark hair. Piercing blue eyes looked out of her face, drinking in the world around her, for she was as intelligent as she was beautiful, mind rarely at rest. Though she did not physically resemble her parents, Snow White had inherited her mother’s kindness and generosity, and was just and strong as her father.

One day when Snow White was sixteen years old, Bedelia asked her mirror:

“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all?”

This time, the mirror responded:

“While you are fair my queen, the fairest of all is Snow White.”

This angered Bedelia, because she was so vain she could not stand to have another be more beautiful than she was. She decided she had to get rid of Snow White, so she summoned the huntsman and instructed him to take Snow White into the woods and slaughter her.

The huntsman obeyed her, however when he reached the woods with Snow White he couldn’t bring himself to kill her, so he set her free, killing a boar and taking its heart back to the Evil Queen as proof he had killed Snow White.

Bedelia was satisfied, so she smugly asked her mirror:

“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all.”

The mirror replied:

“While it is true you are beautiful, my queen, Snow White is still a thousand times more beautiful than you.”

The Queen was upset by this, and decided to have a think about her next move.

Meanwhile, Snow White had fled far through the woods, and as night began to fall, she stumbled upon a little house. She was tired and hungry, so she went inside, where she found seven little plates upon a table and seven little beds. Snow White took some food from the table, and then curled up to sleep in one of the beds.

When she awoke she was surrounded by seven near-identical little men with round noses and rosy cheeks. After some conversation Snow White learned that they were all called Frederick and were impossible to tell apart. They were known as The Chiltons, and loved to be the centre of attention. They said if Snow White would cook and clean for them, she could live with them in the little house.

Snow White had always had an independent streak, so the idea of domestic servitude didn’t really appeal to her, especially for a bunch of dwarves as annoying as the Chiltons. However she didn’t feel she had much choice, being cast out of her home and status in the kingdom. So she agreed to their offer.

One day, after Snow White had been working for the Chiltons for a few weeks, an old beggar woman came to the door with a basket of ripe and juicy looking apples. She was bent over with age, hair as white as snow.

“Buy an apple dearie?” She said, offering the basket to Snow White.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t got any money” Snow White replied. She felt sorry for the woman, but didn’t see what she could do to help. But she knew she really wanted one of the apples.

“Never mind” the old woman said with a cackle “Have one anyway.”

Snow White smiled her thanks, but as she bit into the apple, she started to get dizzy, and she saw that the old beggar woman was in fact Queen Bedelia. Then she fell down dead.

When the dwarves got home, they were heartbroken, mostly because it meant they would have to do their own housework again. They put Snow White in a glass coffin, but didn’t bury her as she was still as beautiful as she had been when she was alive.

Queen Bedelia returned to the castle triumphant. She raced up to her room and asked her mirror:

“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

And the mirror confidently replied:

“You are, my queen.”

And Bedelia was well pleased.

Meanwhile, two princes from the neighboring castles were out hunting together in the woods. Prince Hannibal and Prince William were very close friends and shared everything. In fact, they were lovers. Prince Hannibal was tall and fair haired, and walked with a confident swagger. Prince William, or Will as he was called, was less sure of himself, although he felt much safer in Hannibal’s company. He had dark curls and a beard, and didn’t like to look directly at anyone but Hannibal.

They chanced upon the little house and Snow White’s body lying in the woods and were taken with her beauty. They could tell by looking at her that she was the princess who was supposed to have been tragically killed a few months prior.

“What should we do?” Will asked Hannibal.

“She would make a beautiful ornament in my home. But look at the dates on the glass, she looks awfully fresh for someone who’s supposed to be dead.” Prince Hannibal observed, leaning over the coffin. “Here Will, help me move this glass.”

With some effort, the pair removed the lid of the coffin. Hannibal knelt down beside the body, leaning over Snow White.

“Hannibal, what are you doing?” Will hissed “You can’t kiss a corpse, that’s gross!”

Hannibal looked up at Will for a moment with a faint smirk “Trust me, it’s not the most distasteful thing I’ve done to a corpse.”

As Will’s mouth hung open, Hannibal leaned over and kissed Snow White’s inviting scarlet lips. He pulled back in surprise. “She’s still warm. Come here, Will.”

Will rushed over. Snow White’s mouth had parted where Hannibal had kissed her.

“Go on” Hannibal urged, placing a hand on the small of Will’s back.

Tentatively Will leaned over Snow White “I’m only doing this for you” He told Hannibal.

As Will’s lips touched hers, Snow White jerked awake, causing Will to pull away in shock.

“Oh don’t stop” She said wantonly, propping herself up in the coffin and tossing her dark hair over one shoulder. “I was enjoying that” Alana reached for Will, then Hannibal, kissing them in turn.

“Now will you take me away from these fucking dwarves?” She requested.

“It would be my pleasure, Snow White” Hannibal said, putting his arm around her.

“Oh please, call me Alana, I want to leave Snow White behind me. Being a princess isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, you know.” She replied as Will helped her onto his horse.

Together the three of them rode back to Hannibal’s castle and adjourned to his ornately-decorated bedchamber. King Jack was pleased to have two intelligent and attractive sons-in-law and he banished Queen Bedelia from the kingdom when he learned what she had done to Alana. Hannibal, Alana and Will lived happily ever after.

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Exoterism sketches 2

New pages of sketches related to the story of Exoterism

Enjoy!

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