Commission - Hannibal dog cuddles

Commission for a friend, featuring her OC Michelle with Will Graham and... Hannibal in a dog onesie XD

Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me!

Today is a veeery special day... the birthday of Furiarossa, one of the creator of this blog! Her little sister, Mimma, have drawn this to celebrate, with all the characters and things that her big sis' likes! Isn't a super-cute thing?

Also, how much characters can you recognize? ;)

Also... someone gifted Furia with a very cool drawing:

http://hannibalartblog.eu/post/161705917316/edge-o-matic-la-luna-llena-sobre-paris-ha

Exoterism - Page 75

"Did you ever walk into a room and forget why you walked in? I think that's how dogs spend their lives." 
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 “Never ignore the elephant in the room. That’s rude; play with it and introduce it.”
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Chibi Superheroes!

We are writing a book about superheroes where basically every Hannibal character have a different power, but since it's for a writing contest  that can lead to publication, we can't use their proper names.
Here some chibi characters!

1.  Half Italian, half Lithuanian, 100% awesome.  Victor Lupis, aka Brainstorm aka the Evil Genius, aka another one hundred different names, is the supervillain which superpower is (theorically) an incredible intelligence. A little bit like Iron Man (that is my second favorite superhero!). And, of course, it's inspired by Hannibal Lecter.
Do you want a sticker (or another cool product) of our little Evil Genius? You can buy it on RedBubble HERE

 2. This is the protagonist, Sheldon La Poer, freely (ok, heavily) inspired by Will Graham. Basically a Will Graham that have not only empathy, but also the power of reading inside people's minds.
 If you want a sticker of mind-reader Will, you can buy it on RedBubble HERE

3. Margot Canterville and... well, we haven't decided a name for Alana's alterego in this AU yet XD. Do you have any suggestion about it?
Alana and Margot are the good girls and they'll fight vs Hannibal and Will, that are the supervillains. But it will go everything as expected? Hmm... I don't think so. It's a book inspired by Hannibal, so it will be all dubious morality and mind fights XD
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La risonanza - Prologo

Prologo - Urla nel buio

Nel silenzio e nel buio c'era una tranquillità fredda, come quella dei ghiacci perenni nel giorno in cui un orso polare è sazio. Le stanze, o meglio le celle, allineate lungo il corridoio di pietra sotterraneo, erano vuote quella notte: una terapia sperimentale aveva costretto i degenti ad allontanarsi per essere portati a dormire all'aperto, a contatto con la natura, sotto le stelle brillanti e sull'erba verde e fresca.

Una sola cella era piena e dentro di essa vi era un uomo che sedeva immobile, trattenendo il fiato nel tentativo di capire per quanto tempo si potesse protrarre un silenzio perfetto.

E anche se tratteneva il fiato, poteva sentire rumori che non avrebbe voluto sentire: c'erano topi che zampettavano dentro i muri e grilli lontani e blatte e un infermiere che guardava la televisione al piano di sopra, il volume abbastanza alto da poter essere percepito se ci si concentrava.

Il manicomio criminale di Baltimora, o ospedale come si ostinavano a volerlo chiamare, non era mai abbastanza silenzioso per Teo.

Teo era quell'uomo solo, così disinteressato alla fuga e al recupero della propria sanità mentale che aveva rifiutato la terapia all'aperto per poter rimanere da solo, sperando nel silenzio. Non che amasse particolarmente l'assenza di suoni, anzi ne era pesantemente disturbato: ma in quel momento stava conducendo una particolare ricerca sull'assenza di rumore e su come la sua voce sarebbe potuta risuonare nei corridoi vuoti, come si sarebbe sparsa e avrebbe rimbalzato sulle pietre riempiendo quegli ambienti solitamente occupati da gente sporca, rumorosa e inutile.

Teo prese un profondo respiro, ascoltando l'aria che sibilava su per le narici e giù per la gola. La sua mascella scricchiolò appena e poi fu il turno delle sue scarpe di gomma sul pavimento mentre si alzava in piedi e si avvicinava alle sbarre, avvolgendole fra le mani e stringendo.

Allargò le gambe, spalancò la bocca e iniziò a urlare nel buio totale.

Era un suono lacerante, terribile, sofferente. Ma Teo non stava soffrendo, stava soltanto mimando il grido che in quegli anni lo aveva impressionato di più.

La musica, e più in generale il suono, era la sua passione.

D'un tratto smise di gridare e prese a parlare fra sé e sé

«Non va non va» disse, preoccupato, premendosi gli indici sulle meningi «Non c'è abbastanza silenzio. Avrei bisogno di armonizzarmi con una seconda voce per coprire le interferenze, ma dove trovo una seconda voce capace di farlo? Dove la trovo oggi, soprattutto!».

Perchè una voce si armonizzasse con la sua, nel modo in cui lo intendeva, aveva anche bisogno di qualcuno che potesse assumere perfettamente il suo punto di vista. O, perlomeno, che avesse una voce straordinaria e un'altrettanto straordinaria capacità di comprensione. Un genio, della musica o della vita, qualcuno che potesse penetrare nella mente più oscura e vibrare all'unisono con il battito del cuore di qualcun'altro.

Aveva una vaga di idea di dove trovare qualcuno del genere, l'aveva udito gridare in un delirio ad un altro dei prigionieri, un tale Eldon Stammets con la fissa dei funghi e un concetto del tutto errato di come le creature possano connettersi fra loro. Stammets aveva detto che esisteva qualcuno là fuori capace di entrare nella mente delle persone empatizzando con loro e non si trattava di un ciarlatano, no, perché l'FBI usava questo suo talento per catturare i criminali.

Il poliziotto pazzo, così l'aveva definito il Tattle Crime ed era l'unica rivista che Teo leggesse e di cui si fidasse.

L'uomo che per vivere pensa come un killer, il tormentato, insonne agente che non aveva passato i test di stabilità e non era un vero agente dell'FBI: Will Graham.

Quel pensiero dipinse un sorriso che nessuno avrebbe visto in quell'oscurità. Così Teo reclinò la testa all'indietro e ululò quel nome, Will Graham, nel buio, ancora e ancora e ancora, per intere ore.

Sapeva per esperienza che tutto ciò che veniva chiamato a gran voce e con la giusta perseveranza, prima o poi compare. Un pensiero che, insieme ad alcuni effetti collaterali connessi ad esso, gli avevano fruttato la diagnosi di una mente disturbata. Eppure aveva ragione.

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La risonanza - Indice

Ogni manicomio nasconde i suoi segreti e i suoi casi unici, e certamente ogni manicomio criminale ne ha così tanti da poterne riempire scatole e scatole, ma nessuno più del BHSCI, il Baltimore hospital for the criminally insane. Qui, fra vecchie celle e uffici all'avanguardia, assassini che parlano con i funghi e piccoli psichiatri dall'ego gigante, c'è un folle che si chiama Teo (o almeno che si presenta con questo nome) e sta testando un potere capace di distruggere la realtà stessa (o almeno così crede). Collaborando con gli altri internati, creando esasperanti rivolte coinvolgendo cannibali e agenti empatici dell'FBI, beh... ne combinerà di tutti i colori. E darà inizio ad una catena d'eventi irresistibile. 

(Una fanfiction in Italiano, finalmente! E scritta (e illustrata) da noi ;)

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1. Prologo
2. Organizzare l'Evento 
3. Will e il mondo
4. Terapia d'amore
5. Audizione per cantanti coraggiosi

Exoterism - Le Malanove

"Le Malanove" aka, Will's pack, with its original members (it will change composition during the narration of Exoterism). I wanted to draw all the wuffies comparing their human face with their wolf (or dog) face.  Aren't they awesome?
(And how I'll manage to draw them always similar to themselves for the entire comic series? HOW? *crisis*)

The name of the pack is "Le Malanove", which means "The Bad News" in ancient Italian.

White Prince of the Moon

 I know... White Prince 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!

Hannibal with White Prince:

All the things that we know about this character:

-He's adorable as kitten, ugly as adult, but ultimately a very good and friendly and cuddly cat
-This character is inspired by twitter account @ak_hannicat
-He's a purebreed white persian
-His first owner was killed by Hannibal and her name was Samuela
-He's the only cat in the world that Asdrubale doesn't want to hunt and kill
-The first appearance in the comic is at page 50

Exoterism - Page 49

"We dream of having a clean house - but who dreams of actually doing the cleaning? We don't have to dream about doing the work, because doing the work is always within our grasp; the dream, in this sense, is to attain the goal without the work."

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Ivy O'Grant

Ivy O'Grant isn't a character from NBC Hannibal, but it's important for the webcomic Exoterism.

So, let's know her better! (P.S: Here you can see the other characters - EXOTERISM ILLUSTRATION MASTERPOST)

Ivy O'Grant

Written by +Jessica Meoli 

Illustrations by me +Elisabetta Palmeri

Name: Ivy O'Grant

Species: Vampire

Known as: Baltimore's Sheriff, mother wolf

Apparent age: 25 years

Real age: 130 years

Weight: 60 Kilos

Height: 1,70 centimeters

Eye color: Brown as a human, yellow/orange as a vampire

Hair color: Chestnut brown, medium-long

Biography:

She was born in Derry, Ireland, in 1885.

Her family was not rich, and since young age she learned that life never gives anything free; she was an hard worker, helping his father (a blacksmith) and mother with housework.

As a little girl, she wasn't social at all. In fact, she much preferred wandering in the woods around Derry, than playing with other children; she of course went to school and learned the basics, but wasn't interested in pursuing a scholar career.

One day Ivy, as always, went for a walk in the woods, when a group of kids started to bully her.

They threw little rocks and sticks at the girl, calling her names.

Ivy, simply run ahead. She wasn't scared to get in a fight, but they were many and she was one. She simply made the smart decision to get away from a fight that she would have surely lost. Survival isn't always about fight back. Sometimes it's also about knowing when it's time to retreat.

Unfortunately, she didn't see the deep hole in the ground (probably an old trap set by hunters), and she fell in. None of the kids saw her going into the hole, and simply went away.

Ivy didn't break any bones (pure luck), but she passed out until the night arrived.

Once she woke up, the girl tried to call for help as loud as she could, but no one came to her.

While sobbing desperately, a wolf peeked from above the hole.

She of course got scared, but the beast simply observed her. It almost seemed that it was waiting for something. The eyes of that wolf, its look, its mighty form, gave little Ivy courage and strenght. So she started climbing the wall of dirt, holding onto roots and bigger rocks to have a safer grasp.

When finally she got out, it was almost dawn. The wolf was nowhere to be seen.

Ivy returned home, and from that night on she honored nature and its creatures.

Years later, her parents died due to an horrible fire that destroyed half of the town, along with lot of other people. She was 23 back then.

Deciding that there was nothing left for her in Derry, Ivy spent two years wandering around the country, learning by herself how to survive in the forest (not because she couldn't find a job, but she wanted to be in contact with nature and maybe, meet that wolf again). She was interested no more in society and its nonsense laws and rules. She only recognized one rule: survive. Naturally, she wasn't a cruel predator: she was patient, indipendent, careful and even mercyful in certain cases. If she saw a doe, with her just born fawn, she simply left them alone.

Ivy had (and still has) great respect for life and its unwritten rules: they could seem cruel, but it was simply how things were. If a wolf kills a rabbit, it is only to feed itself and its offspring. No cruelty, no malice, no sadism.

Now, man on the other hand. From simply ignoring society and modern lifestyle, Ivy began to barely tollerate cities, big and small, and their vices.

She would often sabotage the hunters' traps and weapons, or ruined the senseless fox huntings, hosted by snobby, pretentious rich men.

That wasn't natural. They were destroyng the fragile balance of this world.

Hunting isn't wrong, unless you do it without respecting the prey.

One night, she was as usual sabotaging another trap, when the hunters surrounded her and captured her. Ivy got beaten and raped by the men for a whole day; they kept her chained to a pole outside their cabin, completely naked, without any food or water.

The night after her capture, when the men were asleep after hours of drinking whiskey, Ivy saw something approaching her. It was a wolf. The same wolf that gave her strenght to get out the hole that night of many years ago.

The beast simply bit the chain, and with just one bite, the girl was free.

There was no time to think about how in the world that wolf could be able to break metal chains with his teeth, because she immediately run into the forest, with the wolf behind her.

Once they were far enough, Ivy bowed before the animal, thanking him for saving her. When she got up, though, she saw no wolf. Only a man.

He was tall, with long, dark hair and beard. Two blue eyes staring into her soul.

"Who...are you?" Ivy asked confused and tense.

"My mortal name was Robert, my child. So you may call me that. I've observed you for years and years, until you grew up into a woman. I saw you protecting nature and its balance, neglecting the vicious life of city men and despise their arrogant acts. You are the one I've chosen. Become more than a mere human. Become the superior predator. But beware: your life will be damned. No sunlight will touch your skin, your heart will beat no more, and you'll need to hide your true colors to the mortals. So if you choose this path, just know that you'll never be able to go back.

Become, my child. Become one with mother nature."

Something in his voice, his looks, his speech, convinced Ivy.

"I accept."

And then there was darkness. When she came to her senses, the young woman remembered the lustful bite that turned her into a Cainite. A vampire.

She was starving, but her Sire, Robert, brought her back to the hunters' cabin. And she ceded to her inner Beast.

The next day the newspapers talked about an horrible fact: four huntsmen were brutally murdered by a very big animal, the police supposed.

Ivy spent almost one hundred years with Robert, learning that her vampire clan was called Gangrel, and so many other notions, that it would take a life to learn them.

Once she was ready, Robert told her that she now was free to wander wherever she liked. And so she did.

Modern Nights: After visiting many places, getting into almost fatal fights, and doing lots of interesting encounters, Ivy is currently in Baltimore, as the Sheriff of the Camarilla group in the city. She couldn't care less about their meaningless poltics and games. She simply accepted the role because they needed protection. That's why she gained the nickname "mother wolf".

She has a good relation with the Anarch group and deeply hates the Sabbath one.

Her territory is vast: most of the parks in Baltimore are under her control, and guards them. And any supernatural creature who trespasses them without her permission, it's dead meat.

When she meets the pack of werewolves "Le Malanove", she is understanding and careful, and offers them a truce with the Camarilla. For all she cares, they can go and reduce to ashes the Sabbath's Cainites, but not the ones she swore to protect.

Disciplines (aka the vampiric powers):

-Protean: she can use animal features (such as claws and perfect eye view) to attack and she can even transform into two animal forms: a she-wolf and an owl. She is unbelievably strong, so much that she could throw a big car or destroy a wall with a few punches.

-Animalism: she can talk with animals and give them orders. Normally, animals are scared of vampires, but whoever has this power, becomes their friend or master.

-Fortitude: thanks to this power, Ivy can resist without problems to most damages, such as bullets. But she can't resist to sunlight and fire, of course.

Extras:

-She has a very nice singing voice, but never sings in public.

-She is very protective. Sometimes too much.

-Calm, prudent, secure, humble, and wise.

-She has a great respect for life and its forms.

-Never understood fashion.

-She doesn't like to fly, and that is why she tends to never use her owl form. Except if she's in danger, of course.

-When Ivy kills, she does it quickly. She is not a sadist.

-She has a friendly relationship with Will Graham, as she sees him as a young cub still learning how to live his new life. She often gives him advices when needed.

-She doesn't give a damn about werewolves-vampires war. She thinks it's just useless. They have enough enemies already, such as other vampires, the Church and other supernatural creatures.

Commission - Ivy O'Grant and Hannibal Lecter

Commission for adevilinvelvet
Ivy O'Grant belongs to her. Hannibal Lecter from NBC Hannibal (original character belongs to Thomas Harris).
Both them are characters on Exoterism

Asdrubale

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 realized that the protagonists of our two webcomic are perfectly opposites: one is a vampire and the other is a werewolf. One has a cat-vampire and the other has a were-dog (plus seven other normal 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 and the 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

Twitter requests - Part 2

And it's now the moment for some other twitter requests! 

1. Requested by @annarit19804999 , Hannibal with her OC Minerva Graham.
Minerva Graham (originally Minerva Bloom, because she's Alana's daughter) in her RPG world was adopted by Hannibal and Will (who are married XD)

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

2. Requested by... uh, I don't remember... here your Bryan Fuller, my unknown friend!

If you want to reblog it on Tumblr, you can do it HERE

3. Requested by @annarit19804999 , here some Marlana (Alana Bloom x Margot Verger).

If you want to reblog on Tumblr, you can do it HERE

4.This is not a request, but I forgot to post this when it was the day... I post it now. Happy very very very late birthday to Bryan Fuller!

 If you want to reblog it on Tumblr, you can do it HERE

The Great Dad Dragon

And what if Francis Dolarhyde had been captured, brought to the psychiatric hospital, cared for and rehabilitated? If instead of mental disorders and the murderous rampage had remained in him only a great passion for the fantasy? And what if Francis Dolarhyde had then married Reba McLane? And if they had three children?
Here's the Great Dad Dragon.

Happy (late) birthday to Furiarossa!

I forgot to post it!
So... very very late birthday to me!
In no order: Vlad Dracula, September Aster, Furiadoro, Hannibal Lecter, Alana Bloom, Will Graham, A rottweiler, Mimma the raccoon, Mini-Shadow, the Wendigo, Chibi-Bowser

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."
 
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Fight Club

Mario and Wario... erm... Margot and Will fight club XD

In our RPG alternative universe (yes, the same in with Will is a werewolf) Margot and Will have a fight club.
Someone had to think about it ... a fight club could solve their problems. Allow to release tension, clarify misunderstandings.
Fighting to dispel the doubts.
The founders would be Will Graham and Margot Verger, the most "angry" between the characters. The third to join the club would be Hannibal, because he has discovered them seeing the bruises that led to the two sessions of psychoanalysis. Immediately after, the one who joins is Alana, but she would not fight with the boys, but only with Margot (until Freddie Lounds join the club, of course: then she will fight also with her. And Kade Purnell).
The other would be after, confusedly.
And at the end of the fight club would be the thing that unites them all, able to satisfy almost completely their thirst for blood. And Chilton would organize bets and earn a lot of money XD

Qualcuno doveva pur pensarci... un fight club potrebbe risolvere i loro problemi. Permettere di scaricare la tensione, chiarire le incomprensioni.
Combattere per dissipare i dubbi.
A fondarlo sarebbero Will Graham e Margot Verger, i più "arrabbiati" fra i personaggi. Il terzo ad entrare nel club sarebbe Hannibal, perchè li ha scoperti vedendo i lividi che i due portavano alle sessioni di psicanalisi. Subito dopo Alana, che però non combatterebbe con i ragazzi, ma solo con Margot (e successivamente con Freddie e con Kade Purnell).
Gli altri verrebbero dopo, confusamente.
E alla fine il fight club sarebbe la cosa che li tiene uniti tutti, capace di saziare quasi completamente la loro sete di sangue. E Chilton organizzerebbe le scommesse e guadagnerebbe un sacco di soldi XD

Le due immagini di seguito, specie la seconda (la versione colorata) sono molto grandi, perciò il modo migliore per godervele potrebbe essere... scaricarle! Oppure cliccare con il tasto sinistro e poi "apri su una nuova scheda".

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Ask the alpha male part 3

So, If you have a question about this Hannibal alternative universe, or simply about werewolves, go ask here: askhannibalwolves.tumblr.com/a…

ASK! ASK! ASK!

Yeah, I'm back! Sorry for the really late reply to the questions, but I had so much things to do...
The question, done on Tumblr, was "Will likes to be a werewolf or has had problems to get used to his new condition?"
The right answer is "No, Will prefers to be a werewolf than a man. Humanity is so fragile..."

Yeah, I'm back! Sorry for the really late reply to the questions, but I had so much things to do...
The question, done by marillon954 , was "Lycan Will likes children?"
The right answer is "He's incredibly paternal". Special featuring of one of my OC's, Provolino (yeah, the bald child XD)