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I GOT A TIK-TOK

now I'm going to post my cosplays there on SCP-035, don't miss it~

takea propa-ganda at this burgr

Found my old silly comics, I don't remember showing it here or not

Hannibal woke up a lot earlier than Will who was still sleeping soundly unbothered by the howling of the wind. Even though it was not the first time he was spending the night at Will's, the sounds of nature managed to frequently wake him up.

He left the bedroom quietly and headed towards the kitchen to make himself some coffee.

The sun was not yet up. The birds were quiet too.

He thought of making some breakfast later, to surprise Will when he would be up. It amazed him how happy this man would get in front of a plate of pancakes and bacon.

He opened the door and stepped onto the porch, followed by Will's dogs who were excited to go out. Holding his mug of coffee, Hannibal took a walk around the house and stopped in front of the forest.

He was not sure what he was looking for, but for once the whole nature fell quiet around him, as if his presence was noticed and slowly absorbed into the winter tableau.

He brought the mug to his lips and closed his eyes. He hummed to himself, enjoying the silence. Then something changed into the air.

The next second he returned inside and grabbed Will's shotgun. Still holding his hot mug of coffee he went again to his previous spot but this time he advanced into the woods.

It was a cold morning and he was not wearing adequate clothes for a walk in the forest in the middle of February. Winston followed him loyally. Even the dog was considering him a "city boy", like Will would often call him.

It went quick. A twig snapped. Hannibal grabbed the shotgun. Gestured to Winston to be quiet. Breathed in. Eyed the prey. Made a decision. And shot.

The noise woke Will up in an instant. The panic grew when he couldn't find Hannibal next to him. He rushed into the living room, looking for his shotgun.

It was not where it was supposed to be.

He grabbed his gun instead and rushed out into the snow, following the direction of the noise. His dogs greeted him and followed. Just as he was about to venture into the woods, he froze.

Hannibal, still holding a mug in his left hand, and dragging a deer with the other, was slowly making his way through the snow. Will's shotgun was hanging loosly on his back. A red trail in the snow marked his path.

Will was trying to find the proper words to describe his reaction which was anywhere between amusement, surprise and annoyance.

"Are you going to keep watching or are you giving me a hand?"

"I swear to God, you are the only person in the world who would go hunting while drinking your coffee. And in your underwear."

"It's yours in fact."

Will looked down at his boxers which were in fact Hannibal's. He walked towards him and helped with the deer.

"How many times did you shoot?" Will asked noticing two wounds.

"Once." Hannibal replied. "Someone else must have hurt her before. She was struggling. I decided that putting her down would ease her suffering."

The Chesapeake Ripper didn't want the deer to suffer a slow and painful death. On the other hand, Will could tell Hannibal was already planning all the ways they could cook the deer in.

My totem animal

I've just been very lazy lately to sit down at a graphics tablet, but I think I'll come up with something

Yeeeeah

Cobigale is so silly, gods FORBID a woman try to be funny

No one owes artists anything.

But existence is lonely and sometime you throw hours and hours of effort into a void, on the slim chance it will say something back.

My father

Without envy

(Please reblog, cuz likes don't do anything-)

Scientists: Edward, you need to make a good impression on yourself.

Edward:

to begin with, I'll explain how it happened and what happened.

One day, after a month of thinking and guessing, scientists examined the X-ray of scp-049, and noticed several cracks between the clothes and the body, as well as between the mask and the face. They decided to conduct an experiment and carefully remove all this fabric from object 049. The object itself showed aggression and did not agree in any way. Under tranquilizers and sedatives, they took him to the surgical table, after which they began to conduct an experiment. The clothes came off, as if they had been recreated from liquid fibers, and stuck to the Doctor's body. The mask was held tightly to his face by leather straps. After they took off all Edward's clothes and mask, the object suddenly woke up, shouting something unintelligible, and blood flowed from one eye, which should have been healed long ago. The object attacked one of the scientists, ██████ him, and behaved like a wild animal. After 30 minutes, as the object finished █████ one of the employees, he turned to the entire group of scientists and special forces, after which he began to step back in fright, covering himself with his hands. There are clear signs of severe amnesia and loss of space.

There will be more with Н!scp-049 soon, because I love him, we don't ask questions here, nuh-huh