Illustration for a fanfiction - Panorama

Illustration for the summer 2015 edition of the fanzine "Fannibals". (gabrielsangel's fanfiction)

Hannibal face - sketches collection

I was born of the womb of a poisonous spell
Beaten and broken and chased from the land
But I rise up above it, high up above it and see
I was hung from a tree made of tongues of the weak
The branches, the bones of the liars and thieves
Rise up above it, high up above and see (Rise up above it high up above it and see)

Pray to your god, open your heart
Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark
Cover your eyes, the devil's inside
One night of the hunter
One day I will get revenge
One night to remember
One day it'll all just end

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The person suit and the demon beneath.
 
Let him not tempt you.
The one the demons fear.
Let not his silver voice seduce you.
Slipping quickly in your ear.

Your mind will fill with countless lies.
Lined with wishes dear and sweet.
Yet you'll find yourself beside them all.
Squirming dead beside his feet.

There is no darkness he hasn't seen.
No one escapes his view.
But should he find your mind appeasing….
Know that he'll soon come for you.

- gabrielsangel

I'm trying to take a little practice with the new look of Hannibal in the third season ... nice waistcoat, eh.

I still love him too

Illustration for fanfiction "Spring without him" written by the awesome gabrielsangel for the Fannibals fanzine of this month.

Mermaid AU - Predator and preys

Ellie, an OC created by gabrielsangel, with Merman!Will Graham and Octo!Hannibal Lecter.
Illustration for the co-created Hannibal merman AU.

 
“Hello Will.”

Will only glanced up briefly, seeing the warlock return in his natural state. No legs, no fancy suit this time. He growled slightly at the man.

“What did you do to Alana?”

“You can rest easy, Will,” Hannibal said, his fingers brushing the young man’s cheek. Will flinched away, much to Hannibal’s dismay. “Your princess is safe. She’s a far more interesting woman that I had originally believed.”

This statement struck Will full in the heart. He’d expected to hear of Alana’s death, which would have broken his heart… but this, this was far worse. “What did you do?”

“Just what I did for you, Will. I gave her a choice. Now we must wait to see if she chooses to take it.”

“What?” Will snarled, struggling against the seaweed that held him. “What did you give her?”

“Like I said Will,” Hannibal smiled. “A choice. And the option to make it happen.”

“You-“ Will began.

“Your majesty?”

The voice nearly froze the blood in Will’s veins. Both men turned to see the young mermaid coming towards them, relief on her face. She stopped at the sight of Hannibal.

“Your Majesty,” She smiled. “I’m glad you’ve returned safely.”

Hannibal gave a slight nod, but his lips held a slight frown. “Ellie, my child, I thought we agreed you’d remain-“

“I’m sorry,” She shrank back. “I was just so happy you-“

“Ellie…” Will’s voice barely managed to release the name as he looked at her, his eyes taking in the form before him. She lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting Will’s.

“Prince William,” She said respectfully. “I hope-“

“YOU BASTARD!!!” Will roared, the anger in his face made his cheeks bright red. He thrashed around violently in the seaweed, desperate to place his hands around Hannibal’s neck. “YOU WRETCH!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER!? RELEASE HER, MONSTER!!! LOOK AT ME!!! RELEASE HER FROM YOUR SPELL AND SET HER FREE!!!”

“Prince William,” Ellie swam forward, desperate to calm him. “Please, don’t-“

“No.” The warlock’s tentacles all but ripped her away, forcing her to look the warlock dead in the eye. “Leave him be. Keep your distance, is that clear?”

“Forgive me, I-“

“He is clearly in pain,” Hannibal continued. “Leave him less he contaminate your mind with the lies of the broken hearted. Your loyalty is to your king, understand?”

Ellie nodded, bowing her head. But she could not ignore the screams… and then the weeping. She turned her head only a little to see Prince William sink to the seafloor, his eyes downcast, his body shaking in rage and sadness…

“Ellie…” he cried. “Ellie… Oh God… I’m so sorry….”
 

-
gabrielsangel

Merman AU - Trapped

Illustration for the third chapter of the fanfiction written by gabrielsangel for the fanzine "Fannibals".

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Marine AU - Our beloved mother

Illustration for an Hannibal AU co-created with gabrielsangel
King Jack and his sons. He never accepted the death of his beloved wife, Bella (her real name was Phyllis, anyway), and sometimes he finds comfort in imagining that she is still with him and gives him advices... creating very awkward situations for his sons.


"To say that Will never got along with his father was a lie. The love between them was strong, as it was with him and his brothers, but where as his brothers only teased him for being the youngest, Will never had to look over his shoulder for them. They gave him privacy, his father always seemed to be watching him with a close eye.

Not just him, of course, but as he was the youngest, and the one everyone knew had a fascination with humans, Will always gained most of the king's attention.

It was not without cause, of course. The whole ocean knew what happened to their queen, the woman the king loved more than life itself. Humans were the cause. A bunch of fishermen had cast out a net that had entangled not only a school of fish, but three little mer-children who'd been playing nearby. The queen had rushed forward and broken them free, but her tail had been tangled in the net and she'd been pulled from the sea.

The kingdom mourned for months. The king barely said a word to anyone. Will and his brothers took solice in one another's company. Will, being the youngest, had spent the least amount of time with his mother… but he did remember her. How gently she'd held him, how soothing her voice was and, like his father, how powerful she was. A grand mermaid, loved by her people, feared by her enemies, respected by all. Even Warlocks, who normally took every effort to avoid merfolk-unless hungry, were known to pause in her presence and speak with grace to her. 

Time had passed and while no one had "moved on" from her death, Will and his brothers', as well as the kingdom, had continued on with life, keeping their queen in their hearts and minds, but not letting the sadness hold them back.

The only one who constantly thought of her was the king himself. And while he stayed strong, he'd taken to a rather unusual practice of believing she was still there. Whether in spirit or essence, his sons' were unsure, but it wasn't exactly easy to address. Of course, they knew their mother was watching over them, but it was hard to see their father speaking to someone who wasn't there in person.  Some of the sons wondered if they should speak to their father about it, but, from what Will had heard, that had often lead to lectures in which the king was address a portrait of their mother as though she were in the room with them, wait for a response and then turn back to his son for input. As a result, they'd accepted their father's actions, but often felt embarrassed for their mother, whom they knew would find such an act foolish. In fact, some of the boys wished her spirit would return to knock some sense into their father, but this was a thought they kept to themselves."
 
-gabrielsangel

A day in the life of Winston

Comic commission for  gabrielsangel
A day in the life of Winston the dog!

"How nice it is to have a pack. To be roused in the morning on a warm floor by another nose. My pack mates are nice, which is lovely. None of us ever had a pack, so it have each other is a blessing. But our biggest blessing is the Alpha. Every morning we have full bowls of food and water and we don't have to share, so there is no fighting. I'm glad for that. I don't like fights. The food is fresh and smells as good as it tastes. I'm in awe of the Alpha. Well, my human really, but since there are no creatures higher than him and no other humans… perhaps he is our Alpha. But he loves us more than any Alpha ever could. We have plenty to eat, we run in the woods, we play with each other, each of us even has a bed. And he never gives one of us more attention than the other. He even has nice friends! Well, I've only ever seen two of them. One is a nice female human. She has her own friend, Applesauce. I've tried that stuff. It's all right. But its not like what our human's other friend brings us. Fresh sausages! One for each of us. He's nice, but he doesn't say much… and he's very uncertain when we jump up to give him kisses. But he likes our human, so I have no complaints. We are lucky, my pack and I… lucky to have this human…Every dog should have a master so loving as him."
- gabrielsangel

Fannibals - Issue #3

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These two months were incredibly full for me ... I thought that do become the bimonthly magazine would have saved me a lot of work and would allow me to put more material in the magazine, but it seems that I have not reckoned with the unexpected ... that in these two months have been so many to delay for at least ten days the release of this fanzine!
But finally we did it, we rolled up our sleeves, we put together the material and here it is! Although there are a lot of things that I promised ...
I need help, guys. And more fannibal involved in the project, maybe.
We have an interview with one of my favorite fannibal, a delightful person, Frozen-Cherries, and we have not one, but two fanfiction phenomenal (and sad) written by HeartofHannigram / Medusa Macabre.
In addition, the third season is getting closer! Now less than two months are missing (much less) to see another time our favorite cannibal struggling with new adventures and enemies.
It's spring! And spring is the theme of this issue of the fanzine. As correctly described by a dear friend, Gabrielsangel, even the three characters on the cover represent three different aspects of this season:

Alana: the essence of life and joy.
Will: the essence of new beginnings, removing the weight of winter.
Hannibal: the essence of the return of the earth's power. No longer slumbering. Awake and unforgiving.

Stay cool and sane

-F & M

 If you want to reblog it on tumblr, the post is HERE

Palette challenge #34 - Stealing voice

Requested by gabrielsangel: If requests are still going on, any chance I could get Hannibal stealing Will's voice in Palette 30?
This is one of my favorite palettes, I've to say.

 Will started at the parchment, his name clearly at the base. He reached out to touch it, but it vanished only a moment later. His heart rate sped up, his mind trying to deduce if he'd swam into some sort of trap. Of course, making a deal with the most infamous figure under the sea wasn't the safest of choices, but he'd come too far to turn back now. He turned to speak to the Warlock when a paralyzing sensation filled him, freezing him in midwater. He cursed himself, trying to move his arms, his tail, nothing. Apart from his eyes, he was completely still. This was trap! "Bastard," Will thought. "Of course it was a trap." How could he be so foolish?!

One of the warlock's silky tentacles enclosed around his wrist, stilling him even more as a powerful hand rested upon Will's abdomen, drawing the young merman closer to the Warlock. He tried to pull back, but his body no longer responded to his commands. He felt the smooth skin of the Walock's back against his own. It felt alive, but cool, only a heart beat indicating that the man behind him was alive. He felt the Warlock's cheek against his hair, catching the slightest sound of him inhaling the scent.

"Don't be afraid, Will," his soft voice floated into Will's ear. "It won't hurt."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Warlock's hand come up to his throat. His fingers just barely touching the skin above Will's Adam's Apple. From the lips next to his ear, Will began to hear a foreign language, words outside of any tongue spoken under the sea. Suddenly, he noticed a warm glow coming from his neck, right beneath Hannibal's fingers. A tingling sensation began as Hannibal's fingers pressed into the skin. The tingling became sharp for a moment, as though a leach had attached itself to Will's neck, sinking it's teeth into the delicate flesh. He breathed sharply as Hannibal pulled his hand away, a cry of pain escaping his mouth...

Or... It should have.

Will's eyes shot open, focused on the sight before him, a small glowing ball of lightly floating delicately in the Warlock's hand. He enclosed his fingers around it and almost instantly, it vanished. Locked away in a place only the darkest magic could reach.

The warlock released him and Will felt the control return to his body, his fingers flying to his neck as he found himself mute, no longer able to make even the smallest of sounds. The Warlock smiled, presenting him with a small vial.

"A fair trade, I think," he said. "Enjoy your legs, dear Will..." He watched the little merman grab the vial, swimming away as quickly as he could.

"While you are able to." 

-Gabrielsangel

Hannibloom - The perfect Affair

Perfect Affair

It was the strange rubbing sensation at the bottom of his feet that pulled Dr. Lecter’s attention from his dreams back into the world of reality. He reached up a rubbed the bridge of his nose slightly. Had he fallen asleep? For how long.

“Kinda rude to fall asleep with company present.”

Hannibal was not one to startle, but his heart did skip a slight beat as he sat up, looking over to see Alana standing at the foot of his bed, her fingers resting lightly on the tips of his toes under the covers.

The events from earlier came back to him; The dinner for two they’d shared, the horrible weather, the offer to Alana to have her stay in one of his guest rooms rather than have her risk driving in such a storm. Was he missing something? Why had she come to his bedroom?

He glanced her over, from head to toe, looking at her body in the soft light of his bedside lamp. Not a blemish on her skin, hair that fell over her shoulders with an almost heavenly perfection, though her dark red underwear suggested something much more devious. He gave a half smile.

“You look good enough to eat,” he said. Alana tossed her hair to the side, laughing slightly.

“And yet you seem more tired than hungry.”

“Oh I think I could have a nibble or two,” he said.

“Well,” Alana smiled, lowering herself down till she was directly over his silk-covered legs. “I think I can manage that.”

It was her tone that caught Hannibal off guard. No… Unless he was mistaken, and he was fairly certain he was not… He swallowed slightly, hoping to hold onto the joke.

“I think you’d find my nibbles a little too permanent,” He said, suddenly noticing her slow crawl up onto the bed, not unlike a cat about to pounce upon a kill.

“So long as I can cover them during the work day, I’m not sure if it matters,” Alana smiled, a little wickedly.

Hannibal sat up, now fully aware of what was going on as she came closer, reaching up to kiss him. His heart began to race.

“Wait,” He said, catching her cheek before her lips could meet his. Alana pulled back, staring at him.

“What?” She asked, her eyes searching his face. “Is something wrong?”

“Not that I am not highly flattered,” Hannibal said, “But what brought this on?”

Alana raised an eyebrow. “The invitation?”

Hannibal blinked. “I beg your pardon.”

“You said, “Your room is rather brisk. If you desired a more enjoyable night’s sleep, you’re welcome to share my bed.” Alana said.

It was only based on truth. That room was the coldest room in the house and his bed was constantly at a comfortable temperature.

Plus, he hadn’t actually expected her to take him UP on the offer! He wracked his brain.

“I couldn’t possibly, Alana,” He said, stroking her hair. “Not with you in this state.”

“State?” Her voice sounded flat.

“It’s merely the alcohol talking,” he said. “I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I brought you into my bed now.”

Alana crossed her arms. “Counting the half-glass of wine I had before dinner and the half-glass of wine I had at dinner and the fact that I know you know the amount of alcohol it takes to get me drunk-“

That was a night they had both promised to never speak of again.

“I think it’s safe to assume that I am not drunk.”

“There was liquor in the dessert,” Hannibal said.

“You know that burns off when you set it on fire.” Alana said. “And you were the one-“

“Yes,” Hannibal leaned forward. “Yes, I know I suggested me have an affair. He leaned up, kissing her forehead. “But something as delicate as that takes forethought.”

“Forethought?” Alana asked. “In an affair? Aren’t they… I don’t know, usually spur of the moment things?”

“When done wrong, they are.” Hannibal leaned up, kissing Alana’s lips lightly, teasingly. “I want our affair to be done perfectly.”

Alana’s frown slowly turned to a smile. “How does one do a perfect affair, Dr. Lecter?”

“It is simple, my dear,” He pulled her close, guiding her under his sheets. “We allow the whispers to start before anything occurs, we build up the tension and the romance until neither of us can bare it another second.”

Alana half smiled, snuggling close to them. “Until then, I share your bed innocently?”

“Only as innocently as the rumors say.”

Alana sighed into his chest, wrapping her arms around him. “All right, Dr. Lecter,” She smiled. “I’ll give you your perfect affair.” She leaned up and gave him her own teasing kiss. “Now be a dear and turn out the light, would you?”

“Anything for you, my sweet,” Hannibal said, shutting off the light, feeling her snuggle into his chest. Deep in his mind, Hannibal released a great sigh of relief and sank back into his pillows.

He needed a little more preperation and notice than just a few minutes. Loosing one’s virginity is not something to be taken lightly.

- Gabrielsangel

Palette challenge #25 - Deal

Requested by gabrielsangel May I request a picture of Octo!Hanni coaxing Mer!Will into his deal. Palette #8


"It is all there," The warlock's voice hit his ears. "Sign your name if you wish or leave me be. I have many clients to see and I'd rather not keep them waiting.

A lie, of course. But a small one. There would be others who would come to see them, but he needed the young man to make his choice soon… or at least, before he could change his mind. 

The merman stare down at the scroll, watching the ink spill out his fate. One voice, a small token in exchange for the chance to be with the human his heart adored. A week's time. More than enough, or so Hannibal had said. He could feel it, his chance was right there. If he left now, every chance he'd ever have to be with Alana might vanish forever. No, not might, it would. He had the chance to gain legs, Alana could never have a fin. 

And wasn't it better this way? How could he face his father again after what he'd done. Shame? No, He'd never feel bad for learning the ways of humans. Anger? Could he be angry at his father forever? No, that was impossible. This was was better. He still had six sons, all who loved him, adored him, feared the human world as he did. 

What was one less son? Will pressed the quill to the scroll, the ink capturing his signature.

- Gabrielsangel

Palette challenge #6 - Snow White

Requested by a-kent ( a-kent.tumblr.com/ ) on tumblr: Palette 21, something Hannigram-y, preferably with an apple. Thanks :

And, really, I could not resist to draw something in Snow White style ... sorry.


Will watched the figure step from the glade, his body wrapped in deep velvet cloth and shadow. He took a step back, and the man did the same, his body language submissive. Will took a slight step forward.

"Hello," He said, respectfully.

The man put his head over his heart and bowed low. "Good day, my prince."

Will's face filled with shock. "You know me?" He asked.

"I would be rude of me not to know the face of the man who will one day rule this country." The man said. "I've heard about you. Very wise and very fair to his subjects. We need such a ruler in this times."

"You flatter me, sir," Will said. "But I'm no greater than any other man."

"You are great enough for the current king to live in fear of you," he said. "To hear him wish to denounce your birthright, how shameful."

Will looked away, not sure how to respond.

"My pardons, my prince," the man bowed again. "i didn't mean to raise such uncomfortable topics."

"Quite all right, sir," Will responded.

"In fact," the man said. "It was quite rude to me to do so," he slipped his hand into his pocket, producing a bright red apple that gleamed in the sun was though it were a perfectly polished ruby.

"In forgiveness, my prince," he said, extending the apple out to Will. Will stepped back, a feeling of caution growing in his chest, but the apple itself looked so appeasing and the man's words were so soft and kind. Will came forward.

"I appreciate your gift," he said. "It really isn't-"

Soft, well kept hands collected the Prince's own ones, gently placing the apple within them. "My gift to you, my prince. May you enjoy it."

Will stared down at the apple in his hands, glancing back up at the man. He hadn't moved, Will supposed the man wanted to see him enjoy his gift, so, with delicate fingers, he brought the apple to his mouth and took a bite, the wonderful taste exploding on his tounge. It was truly delicious. He lifted his head to give thanks to the man… but his body began to feel oddly cold. He staggered back, the apple slipping from his hands as darkness overtook him. He colasped, his body landing in the arms of the man… the king who'd given him the apple. Poisoned, yes, but not with a formula of death. One of life. One in which the next to kiss him, the prince's heart would belong to him, forever. He leaned down, collecting the younger man in his arms and kissed the man's still lips.

Slowly, the prince opened his eyes, looking up at the man who now carried him so gently.

"My king," he whispered, his eyes filled with devotion.

"My William," the king smiled. "Now you are mine, forever."

-gabrielsangel

Through the glass

It was only a year. Less than that, really, but this was not a visit based on any particular "anniversary". That wasn't Will's style anyway. Never one to gloat, His Will.

Yes, still His.

That part hadn't changed. They'd both grown a little older, though it only showed by a grey hair here or there. Will had grown a little more still. He stood straighter when he walked, his face lacked the worry lines Hannibal had become so accustomed to and from the look in his eyes, it had been months since his last nightmare.

Hannibal, of course, had not changed all that much, if at all, not counting the hairs. No three-piece-suit, of course, but Will doubted there was another inmate in this facility that wore that suit with such dignity. It was not a shame to Hannibal, being caught. He must have known once Will entered the picture that there would be a risk. The biggest shame was the lack of appropriate food.

And besides, they'd only gotten him on a few of the many, many "crimes" he'd committed over the years.

Both men stared at each other, neither one of them inclined to make the first word. Will was not like Fredrick. No poking or prodding. He knew the intelligence of the man he was staring at. Perhaps words were not needed. Not now. No doubt Will would return now and then to ask for help. It was cute, actually. Knowing that Will knew he was far smarter than any FBI worker Will could question. But now it didn't seem he'd come because of a case. What drove him here then? Not the day of his capture. Not a case.

Of course.

The smile on Hannibal's lips grew, though his teeth never showed. He stepped closer, not surprised when Will didn't move away. He nodded to the man, reaching out and putting his fingers against the glass.

"I've missed you as well." He said.

Will said nothing, his face still. Yet, he reached out and pressed his fingers to the glass as well, fingers matching Hannibal's position. They remained like that until Will was called away, his fingers hesitant to leave the glass.

- Text by gabrielsangel

Hannibal merman AU - My poor unfortunate soul - black and white

Commission for the kind gabrielsangel, that wanted "turning Will into a merman and Hannibal into the Sea Warlock".
Thank you for commissioning me an Hannibal thing
I really hope that you like the complete version, because I liked it: it was funny to draw