Hello everyone! I did make a few more bags and since etsys’ shipping calculations scare me(oh, the irony), I decided to just ask on Tumblr if anyone wants to buy one. Just message me for prices, measurements and additional details, like *shudders* shipping costs.
““I’m scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“I’m scared of him.”
“Why s0?”
“Scared that he makes so much sense. And t-that he fills up all the missing pieces in me. Scared how much he makes me smile, scared how I can lose him so easily.””
you cannot control with respect to whom you fall in love
WIP WEEK DAY TWO: Your Favorite WIP
Yeah it’s still, A Ghost Story.
I love writing and sharing it, I love when I get comments about the new chapters, and I will probably cry when I finally finish their story.
I shared some of the first chapter last WIP week so I thought I’d share some of the second chapter here now.
Will closed his eyes. “Did I hurt anyone?”
“Not much though you frightened him much more. Francis Dolarhyde kept muttering about his grandmother.”
That’s who she was then.
“Oh.”
Mischa was sitting on the floor by Hannibal’s desk and had not moved. Will wondered if he’d scared her again and hated himself for it.
“Do you get these episodes often?”
He sighed. “I had one at my old school.”
Hannibal turned a page that Will hadn’t realized he’d had in front of him. He looked down as he read, “And screamed ‘Why Will baby, why?’ over and over again.”
Will’s eyes filled with tears. “Yeah that’s what they told my Dad.”
“Will, can you tell me what you feel during these episodes?”
He closed his eyes. “Scared.”
“I will not bring up your father again but I need to ask something else.”
“What?”
“When I entered the classroom and picked you up off the floor, you said something to me. Do you have any recollection of that?”
Will looked at Mischa who nodded.
“No.”
“You called me Hanni and said, ‘Help Will,” as if you yourself were not Will. I do believe you have much more than angry outburst episodes.”
Will smiled and shook his head. “I don’t have split personalities.”
“Will, it’s not uncommon for a traumatic event such as your mother leaving to result in–”
Will felt tears on his face. “It would be so much easier if that was the case. I wouldn’t feel so alone. I feel so….” he covered his face with his hands and started to sob, his shoulders shaking as he couldn’t do anything else.
He felt Hannibal sit down beside him on the couch moments later, his hand on Will’s shoulder.
“I may not be a formal psychiatrist anymore, Will, but you can trust me.”
Will started to laugh, shaking his head.
He felt a chill and saw Mischa had taken his hand. Will took deep breaths and tried to calm down before he wiped his eyes with the other hand. “It’s not me,” he whispered, “None of them are me.”
“Yes, that is what I was–”
“Ghosts. They’re ghosts.”
Hannibal frowned. “Ghosts of a past you cannot let go of.”
Will sighed. “Yeah, sure.”
“Your father is a source of one of these ghosts?”
He wasn’t wrong.
“Yeah.”
“If you’re comfortable….”
Will looked at him, the concern on his face might be entirely false or completely sincere Will wasn’t sure.
“Can we talk about something else?”
Hannibal smiled. “Yes. This is a safe space for you to talk about whatever you’d like.”
Will could’ve reached out and touched him but refrained. “I think I’m okay now.”
Hannibal realized Will meant he did not need comfort and stood up to walk back to his desk. Will tried to squeeze back on Mischa’s hand and felt her do the same. “Thank you for helping me.”
Hannibal sat down and nodded. “You are very welcome. Though there is no need to thank me. Truth be told I had this immediate need to check the Math room though I have no idea why.”
Will smiled. “Maybe you have ghosts of your own?”
“Don’t we all?”
Will nodded. “I had a good day today till Math class though. I made some new friends.”
“Friends are a good idea.”
“They mentioned you.”
“Oh?”
Will leaned back and looked at the ceiling. “Two of them had sessions with you they said.”
“I have seen many students over the years. Most of them do not have ghosts such as yours but they do have some.”
Will could’ve laughed again.
“No one has ghosts as fun as mine.”
I just had a conversation about signature events in my fics that I almost always do. We came to the conclusion for the following pairings:
Hannigram: Sex, Marriage Proposals, Showers, Pillow Talk, Moaning During Dinners, Blushing, Misunderstandings, First Kisses, Murders, Dancing
Spacedogs: Sex, Misunderstandings, Phone Calls, Gifts, and Love Confessions
Basic Chickens: Sex, Fights, Misunderstandings, Crying, Surprise Love Confessions.
Royale Instinct: Flirting, Angry Love Confessions, Breakups, Sex, Dancing
I’m curious if anyone else notices a trend in their fics!
I have this planner with these absolutely ridiculous pages with like “motivational” quotes on them that are just these bullshit things like “Let your heart sing” and “Always believe in your dreams”
and like that’s always struck me as such meaningless bullshit, I’ve always hated those. They’ve never had that element that truly motivates me.
So, I took matters into my own hands and I made my own artsy motivational wallpapers. Enjoy.
As a person who will only do things that people tell me not to, these appeal to me greatly
Will comes home to Abigail setting the table with the usual ridiculously expensive silverware. He smiles fondly at Abigail. Hannibal enters the dining room, carrying a bottle of yet another ridiculously expensive vintage wine on one hand, and a casserole made of glass on the other.
The rich aroma of a dish, which undoubtedly is of excellent quality, wafts through the air. Will goes near Hannibal and kisses him. Hannibal smiles and Will settles down in his own chair. Abigail is already sitting down, giddily watching them.
Hannibal sits down and dinner is about to start.
“What’s for dinner?” Will asks lightly, looking first at Abigail then at Hannibal. Abigail grins.
“Never ask, Will.” Hannibal replies. He removes the cover of the glass casserole.
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