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In this blog you will see all my Hannibal fanarts, work in progress, comics, projects, fanfictions and useful links. All about Hannibal.
It's like a picture book, my notebook to bring order among the countless fanart that I drew for this beautiful show, NBC Hannibal.
And much more!
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Part 1 of the collection:
In our merman!AU, co-created with gabrielsangel, Jimmy is a merman, while Brian is human... Here their first encounter: Brian was at the beach, for a night walk, and Jimmy was singing and combing his hair (?).
And the rising tide
Is under my skin, is crawling inside
Adrenaline to rewire my mind
I'm only human, I come with knives.
I never promised you an open heart or charity
I never wanted to abuse your imagination.
I come with knives
I come with knives
I come with knives
I come with knives
To love you, - IAMX, I come with Knives
How do you imaginethe marriage proposalof Willto Molly? I have severalideas(including manyinthe proposal beingreversed, itisMolly-to-Will), butthisisone thatI like best. They both love so much dogs! So, for testing if she's the right woman, Will does the "hypothetical question".
"Maybe you want to say "Bottiglia", madame? Una bottiglia, right?"
I'm Italian and I assure you that for an average Italian understanding what Bedelia says is not immediate: she has a terrible accent (unlike Hannibal, which is much more clear and understandable in Italian ... I know, it's weird, but it's true!)
In the last vignette, the Italian merchant says "I am ruined. And now who understands this Polish woman?"
Eye color: Brown as a human, yellow/orange as a
Hair color: Chestnut brown, medium-long
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
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
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
That wasn't natural. They were destroyng the fragile
balance of this world.
Hunting isn't wrong, unless you do it without respecting
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
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
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
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
-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.
-She has a very nice singing voice, but never sings in
-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
-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.