Another Hannibal Artblog

giovedì 2 aprile 2015

Palette challenge #27 - Preller family

Requested by @JPLabguru2 from Twitter:
Preller -- Not sure what numbers have been taken but I will pick #5. Please show Jimmy Price and Brian Zeller at home with their baby boy (my RP partner and I are writing a story about that) being loving spouses and devoted fathers. NO BEES PLEASE.

Palette challenge #26 - Forbidden Love

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BHC89 Forbidden love in 29
Forbidden love... forbidden love... I taught, it's the right moment to draw my first "Clannibal" (Clarice/Hannibal) fanart.

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

Hannibal countdown for the 3rd season - 63

mercoledì 1 aprile 2015

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