#anti applesauce

[gillipop-plus]

edit: i meant bug lollipops im sorry T^T

[lover-of-mine]

The thing I find fascinating is that the show runners are fully capable of writing engaging couples. Henren, Bathena & Madney – their relationships are beautiful. And then we have Buck and Eddie with their respective LIs. It’s almost as if they want the relationships to fail.

This season, they had every chance to set up Tommy as a suitable LI for Buck. But they didn’t? They didn’t even have to show a grand love confession or the likes, but at least some small gestures. Them holding hands in the hospital, Tommy dressing up for the bachelor party, being a little more sensitive when they ran into Eddie during that first date… Just a few simple things that would have made all the difference.

I feel like most of the love for Tommy comes from headcanons the fandom accepted as universal truths, while there isn’t much in canon to support it.

This isn’t meant to be hate on the character (though it probably will be taken that way by certain people), it’s just that I don’t think he is a good fit for Buck. He’s guarded and deflects with a dry sense of humor, when Buck needs a person to be vulnerable with. You know, someone who is so soft and sickeningly sweet with him. So far, I didn’t get much of the sorts from Tommy. But then again, we didn’t get to see a whole lot of the relationship actually playing out on screen, so who knows.

And the other thing that started to bother me is about the daddy issue thing. There is nothing wrong with showing (or alluding to) a couple having an active/kinky sex life. In general, I’m all in favor of it.

But looking back at season one, Buck used sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism to feel a connection to people. And he doesn’t have the best relationship with sex to begin with (Remember 7x05 and the talk with Eddie, where it hadn’t occurred to either of them that saying no is an option? Doesn’t sound healthy to me.) If they wanted to set Tommy apart, they should have put all their efforts into building an emotional connection between the two. I’m not saying that sex can’t be a part of it - not even that it can’t be kinky - but that the show should have put much more emphasis on the emotional aspect of it rather than the physical attraction.

Maybe it’s just wonky writing due to a shortened season but the relationship between the two isn’t half as good as it could have been.

No, but I made a post about this during the s6-7 hiatus, because it's not like the show doesn't know how to establish a love interest, bathena and madney work because all of them exist individually and Henren was introduced to us in a way where we would side with Karen, so even tho Karen only exists to be Hen's wife we care about her in a deeper way because Karen has never done anything wrong in her life. With Buck and Eddie all of the love interests are presented to us with something wrong with them. Shannon never had a fighting chance because she left and Eddie himself was never sure about her, Eddie was dating Ana and Marisol because he thought he had to, and I'm not even gonna go there with Kim. Abby breaks every possible protocol to call Buck, and she's never in it in the same way Buck is, Taylor tries to take advantage of Bobby's addiction for her personal gain and continues to take advantage of him to get ahead, Ali is never there, Natalia is too interested in Buck's death and Tommy is callous. There's a weird metaphor in there, but the basketball scene, the way Buck hits Tommy and ricochets back and Tommy doesn't even flinch. Buck needs someone who will bend. But the show didn't even try to establish an emotional connection between the two of them, everything comes back to the physical and with a character like Buck, who was shown using sex as a bad coping mechanism, to constantly make it seem like this new relationship isn't going beyond the sex is concerning. There were better ways to imply they are having sex. Even more considering the way the show had the opportunity to make it seem like they are building some sort of emotional connection and just chose not to. Every scene we had with the 2 of them could be rewritten adding the idea that they actually care about each other beyond the attraction, and that's a choice. To go the route they went is a choice. I'm still not over the way they had Tommy not dressing up and then Eddie suggesting matching outfits in the next scene. Like, it was that easy because they showed Eddie doing it. And I don't wanna compare, but with the constant triangle formation and the way they were showing Eddie as the person who understands Buck and Tommy as the dude Buck is fucking, we have nothing happening in our screen that makes it seem like Tommy is even a little fond of Buck and all I can think about is Buck standing in front of a hot air balloon with a huge bouquet of flowers for a woman who referred to him as a boytoy. Buck deserves someone who's gone for him and none of his canon love interests gave me that impression. And they make a very explicit choice to not make that implication. They could've been something, but right now they aren't. If you just watch the show you don't know why they are dating. They are just there. And coming from a show that wrote bathena, madney, and henren, and the way that Tommy being a firefighter gives him a fighting chance because it's real easy to make him exist outside of Buck, it's on purpose.

[hrrtshape]

I'm SO sorry if it's annoying but please I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW TO USE UR METHOD. can u explain to me like I'm 5? So many people are shifting from it ALREADY girl you really cooked with it holy shit. And ily !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(for void too, PRETTY PLEASE)

let’s sit criss-cross applesauce in a little academic sandbox and i will explain it like you’re five and i am a mystical muad’dib possessed by roman roy wearing a tiny little cardigan. this is not a method. this is a plot twist. no, okay, it's kind of a method. it's an anti-method.....yk..whatever.

step one : realise you were never here. . . ౨ৎ

you know how when you wake up from a dream, and for a split second you don’t remember where you are??? that’s the glitch. that’s the feeling we’re aiming for. the in-between. the cognitive lag. the loading screen flicker.

you don’t have to do anything. just sit there. or lay. still. soft. weightless. feel your body like it’s not yours. like you’re wearing it the way you wear a coat.

step two : gaslight yourself lovingly. . . ౨ৎ

you’re not thinking “how do i shift?” or “am i getting close?” because you already shifted and you just forgot. you say to yourself. . .

　 ◞ i already shifted. i just forgot. 　 ◞ i’ve been there this whole time. 　 ◞ i don’t have to go anywhere. i’m already there. i just need to remember.

this is not a question. this is a fact. and your brain? your silly little reality-clinging brain? it will start panicking. it will try to prove to you that you are still here. it will start grasping at straws.

let it. let it fumble. let it glitch. don’t fight it. just keep repeating. i already shifted. i just forgot.

step three : watch reality collapse. . . ౨ৎ

how do you know this isn’t the dream? how do you prove you’re still in your cr? your mind will not be able to answer. it will spiral and then… it will give up. it will short-circuit and the illusion will start to fray at the edges. the cracks will spread. and then? oh. moment. oh. you remember. not "go." not "arrive." just remember. you were always there. you never had to try.

step four : the void // your dr ??? you were IN IT THE WHOLE TIME. . . ౨ৎ

the void is not a place. it is the default state. you are already there.

the only reason you think you’re not in the void is because your brain is obsessed with the illusion of reality. this method forces it into a logical trap.

　 ◞ how do you know you’re not in the void? 　 ◞ how do you prove this isn’t a dream? 　 ◞ what if you just forgot?

and because your brain cannot disprove it, the illusion shatters. and poof. you’re there. floating. weightless. infinite.

step five : do whatever you want. . . ౨ৎ

　 ◞ if you want to affirm something, affirm it. 　 ◞ if you want to shift, set your intention and let yourself go. 　 ◞ if you want to just float in the void and absorb the infinite nothingness, you can.

there is no next step because the void is not about doing. it’s about being.

and that’s it. that’s the whole thing. no trying, no reaching, just a little oh. moment. go play in the dreamscape. you were never here anyway.

[capn-atlas]

yall i actually dont understand anti-agere ppls

like omg they want to be a child for a little while and colour with crayons and watch disney movies oh no the horrors

oh my goodness they want to let the little baby in them front for a bit and chew on a stuffed animal and drink apple juice

and heaven forbid they need to cope with their trauma like oml the world is ending bc this baby needs to be a kid for a while to deal with life omg

like bro

embrace the whimsy in the world

go have an applesauce squeezy and come back to me when you realize how damn good those things are

let ppl be who they want even if that's a three year old for a few hours or days

WHO CARES MAN

[foone]

Imagine a butch who dates robotgirls and she's got the belt and carabiner "ready for business" look down, but all the stuff hanging from it is reverse-engineering tools.

A full set of screwdriver bits (including security torx and those weird tri-wing Nintendo ones), assorted spuders, those little rubber suction-cups you use to remove LCDs, a line flashlight, macro lenses, IPA wipes, chip pullers, portable hot air rework gun and a pinecil soldering iron, desoldering braid, a wide variety of ESD-safe tweezers, and one of those anti-stack wristbands but on a retractable lead like it's for walking a dog.

She left her backpack at home but it's got a stereo inspection station, a full set of lockpicks (including those tubular lock impresioning ones), and an aging ThinkPad with a bunch of USB adapters: every memory card format you can imagine, all the major hard drive interfaces, and even 3.5"/5.25" floppy disks thanks to a 3D printed enclosure with a greaseweazle flux imager (the Applesauce stays at home connected to her Mac Mini). A USB optical drive that can read and burn all the cd formats, and a as small plastic case of some blank CD-Rs, DVD-Rs, and Blu-rays. A bunch of USB flash drives, some blank, some preflashed with assorted tools and marked with little keychain labels: some linuxes, a warezed all-in-one windows installer, live distros for tails and kali and partionmagic and DBAN.

She's ready for anything.

[sbarrysncream]

★ Hey, wow, intro post, ooooohhhhhhhh!!!!! ★

this gal is watching u sleep :)

Hello, Tumblr. I've been on this app since October of 2024, but never made an intro post because of the simple fact that when you

★ Name : Sammy (I wish I could change it to Rachel, but then my name would be Rachel Barry, as in the most annoying character from Glee, and I don't hate my last name enough to want to change that as well, so I'm stuck being Sammy. Truly unfortunate.)

★ Pronouns : She/Her/Hers

★ Age : 20

★ Real ginger? No, I'm a liar.

★ Social Media : Tumblr obviously, Insta, TikTok, and Bluesky

★ Random Facts : I'm majoring in Illustration in the spring of 2026, I have an extra bone on the joint of my middle finger, making it just a bit crooked, I'm very asexual, no hoinky-poinky for me. I think im somewhere on the aromantic spectrum, like, I want a romantic relationship, but in a "oh, we best friends who sometimes kiss and cuddle" kind of way, and also we live together with our two dogs. idk man. I'm only 4'11, and my social security number is

★ Likes : David John Tennant and all of his works, musicals, Starkid, theater, Shakespeare, drawing, vintage clothes, David tennant, vintage hair, and vintage films, bell bottoms, corsets, victorian heels, makeup, singing, vanilla scents, perfume, a guy I call "DT", black tights, sleeping, people who are anti-ai, huge, voluminous, fluffy hair. the color brown, pumpkin pie, and David MacDonald

★ Dislikes : Trump, JD Vance, RFK jr, JK Rowling, Neil Gaiman, homophobes, transphobes, zionists, anti-semitics, ace/arophobes, p3dos, sexists, racists, ableists, people who post ai bullshit, tinhatters, people who hate on Rachel Zegler, fat-shamers, skinny-shamers, medical syringes, foundation, small talk, the texture of jello, applesauce, raisins, chicken salad, the sound of chalk on a board, clean girl hair (on me), Brendan Block from Secret Smile, polyphobes and onions

also, here's some of my personal favorite works. (they're all of David lol)

[hayleythecannibal]

Twisted Minds: Act II- Chapter Twenty-Four Ko No Mono

TW: Crime scenes, Gore, Implied Death, Death, Cannibalism, Guns, Animal Death, Mental Heath, Desecration of Remains, Pregnancy, Vomiting,

Warning this is Fem!reader. You can also find this on Wattpad and A03 under the name @HayleyMarieOfficial. Comment if you want to be added to the taglist.

Taglist: @punkin-time @miaowkitty @gabriella-aesthetic @urlocalfanficwriter @dilfdemolisher

Twisted Minds Masterlist

GRAHAM/L/N HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY-

Will twists in the throes of his fevered dream. A sound Gagging competes with his pathetic moan. Will finally awakens, disoriented. The Gagging comes again.

GRAHAM/L/N HOUSE - BATHROOM- DAY-

Will in T-shirt and sweats as he opens the Bathroom door to find Y/N leaning over the toilet gagging. “Honey?” Will calls to her. She groans back, she’s donned in one of his T-shirts. He goes over to her and holds her hair. Rubbing her back. Once she’s done vomiting, Will brings her Alkaline Water and anti-nausea medication. “I’ve been feeling so sick lately.” I take the pills with the water.

“Do I need to-” I shake my head, “no. I think its just a stomach bug or something.” Will kisses my Forehead and brushes my hair out of my face. “Are you sure because-” I give him a look. He nods. He helps me up and takes me to the kitchen. He makes me some buttered toast and then there's a knock at our door.

GRAHAM/L/N HOUSE - DAY-

Will in a T-shirt and sweats as he opens the front door. ALANA BLOOM Is on the stoop with APPLESAUCE. Will's DOGS mill around them, saying hello. Will watches as she bends to pet them. “Do we do friendly visits anymore?” Will raises a brow. “This isn't a friendly visit.”

“What kind of visit is it?”

“I guess I'm trying to convince myself of something. Or maybe I'm trying to convince you.” Alana is pensive, thoughtful, struggling with confrontation. “Or maybe I don't know why I'm here.” Alana adjusts her stance. “I know why. You're worried I killed Freddie Lounds.” The statement is matter-of-fact and sits there between them. “Did you?”

“What do you think?”

“I think that's the wrong answer to tell somebody who is already wondering what you're capable of.” Alana says, the sound of breakfast cooking and the sound of soft singing comes from inside the house. Will smiles softly “Been wondering that for a while.”

“I know you're lying to me. You've slipped into some kind of skin and I think it fits a little too well.”

“I told everyone Hannibal was a killer and no one believed me. Just like no one would believe you if you said I was a killer.” Will's tone chills Alana. But she's brave and persistent. “I'm afraid, Will. But not of you. I'm afraid for you. I don't think Hannibal is good for you. I think your relationship is destructive.”

“But Hannibal's good enough for you.” Alana reacts to that, stung. Will tries to soften his remark. “You should be afraid. You're right to be afraid. I have something for you.” Will quietly goes inside and returns, brandishing A HANDGUN. “Whoever you're afraid of... don't be afraid to use it.”

Alana reacts in fear, then Will SPINS the gun on its TRIGGER GUARD and offers it to her. He holds her gaze. Alana takes the gun. And her certainty about him wavers. She sees the old Will for a second. “Takes 9mm rounds. Buy a box and find a range. Practice.” And he goes back inside. The door swinging closed behind him, leaving Alana alone in the cold.

HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT-

the fire flickering wildly. HANNIBAL placing it on the table in front of Will and Y/N. As the flames die down, we reveal THREE THUMB-SIZED BIRDS sizzling in their own fat and flesh.

“Among gourmands, the ortolan bunting is considered a rare-but debauched delicacy. A rite of passage, if you will. Each of the birds resembles an oval of butter with wings, feet and head still attached. Preparation calls for the songbird to be drowned alive in Armagnac. It is then roasted and consumed whole in a single mouthful.”

“Ortolans are endangered.” Will remarks. Y/N smirks, “Who amongst us is not?”

“I haven't been gorged, drowned, plucked and roasted. Not yet.” Will says as he gazes down at the birds who have met their fate in the stomachs of them. “Traditionally, during this meal, we're to place shrouds over our heads, hiding our faces from God.” Hannibal picks up one of the birds by its head.

“I don't hide from God.” Will and Y/N pick up their own birds. Raising them in a toast. “Bones and all?”

“Bones and all.”

Following Hannibal's lead, The couple place the bird in their mouth. As the flavor fills his mouth, Will nods in appreciation. It's clearly delicious, despite the CRUNCHING of tiny bones. Never taking his eyes off of them, Hannibal draws in the bird's head and beak, blithely crushing them between his molars before continuing. “After my first ortolan, I was euphoric. A stimulating reminder of our power over life and death.”

“I was euphoric when I killed Freddie Lounds.” Y/N says and then smirks. If only she was truly dead. “Tell me, did your heart race when you murdered her?”

Y/N deadpans, “No. It didn't.”

“A low heart rate is a true indicator of one's capacity for violence. One might say you are genetically predisposed to it.” Maybe he’s right. My mother was a serial killer, I hunt serial killers by thinking like them, and inevitably i have grown to enjoy the blood that runs down my hands. “This is my design?”

All teeth, starkly white in the chiaroscuro of blackened, scorched skin. With lips shriveled back, it's almost as though this death mask is grinning at us.

BAU - MORGUE - NIGHT-

The slab bears the burned body of an adult woman. Hair crisp like black hawthorn. Skin charred and cracked open. JIMMY PRICE and BRIAN ZELLER attend to the body. Will, Hannibal, Y/N and JACK CRAWFORD are there as well. “Orthodontics confirmed. It's Freddie Lounds. A little kerosene and fwoomp. Incendiary journalism. If she were burned alive, blood would have boiled out of her mouth.”

“No scabrous crust on her chin. Dead before the match was struck.” Jimmy says as he points it out. “Blood already pooled to the lowest points of her body. She'd been dead at least twenty-four hours.” Zeller says. “Freddie Lounds's ultimate failing was her inability to keep herself out of her own stories.” Jack says with a not sorry tone.

“Freddie had the longing need to be noticed. She was noticed.” Hannibal then leans close to inspect her corpse. “Severely-burned bodies tend to split along lines of musculature –” He points to a JAGGED OPENING along the corpse's back.”-- but this looks like an incision.”

“Cut out her psoas muscles. Looks like he used a hunting knife.”

“A peculiar trophy.” Hannibal glances innocently at Will who averts his eyes. “Why did he burn her?”

“How many people has Freddie Lounds burned in her career?”

“Whoever did this was not striking out against Miss Lounds's exploitative brand of journalism. This is something else. This is something sacred.” Y/N considers the charred corpse in front of her, then: “Freddie Lounds had to burn. She was fuel. Fire destroys, creates. It's mythical. She won't rise from the ashes, but her killer will.” Y/N says.

“He's the one to be noticed now.” Jack Crawford studying Will, Y/N and Hannibal...

GRAHAM/L/N HOUSE - BATHROOM - DAY-

I pace me and Will’s bathroom anxiously, the scary thing is what im hoping for shows up. the "+" of a pregnancy test. The test wand droops in FRAME so that the positive result icon looks like an "X", Oh my god. Is this real? I look down at my non-existant belly and then back at the test.

“Oh my god……OH MY GOD!”

CEMETERY - GRAVESITE - DAY-

The freshly-dug GRAVE and its MOUND OF EARTH are dark against the surrounding snow. a WREATH commemorates Freddie Lounds, sat atop a COFFIN at the graveside. An intimate group of MOURNERS are seated under a canopy – family and colleagues. They face the PRIEST who presides over Freddie's inhumation.

“Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies. Thou anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”

ALANA is watching the intimate group of mourners. But more interested in the cemetery beyond. She waits. At last, she sees what it is she's searching for: WILL GRAHAM

He's mostly obscured by a tree a dozen yards away, standing with Y/N. He notices Alana's gaze and approaches her. “Funeral was long at the chapel and it's long at the graveside.”

“I'm here to mourn Freddie Lounds. Can't imagine it's why you're here.” Alana says with slight distaste. “All sorts of reasons why I would go to Freddie Lounds's funeral. All sorts of reasons why you would go.” Will says as he grabs my hand, guiding me to his side. “Which reason are you here for?” Alana looks to me.

“It's common for a killer to revisit their victims after death. Attend funerals, return to crime scenes.” I say and Alana eyes Will, not amused. “Anyone suspicious?” She asks turning back to me.

“Besides Will?” I retort with a playful smile.

“That was implied.” She replies, still very clearly unamused.

“You were expecting me.” Will tilts his head with a slight furrow of the brow. “It's common for a killer to revisit their victims after death.” Alana repeats my notion. Will sighs taking a step forward. “I'm not here to dance on Freddie Lounds's grave, if that's what you're getting at.”

“Not here looking for her killer, either. Don't seem particularly interested in the crowd.” Alana says, I watch as she tries to analyze Will. “Are you profiling me, Dr. Bloom?”

“A psychological profile is nothing more than statistical probability. You here makes it that much more probable you're Freddie's killer.” Despite her doggedness in pressing Will, Alana looks away..”I'm here because my psychiatrist suggested it would be therapeutic.” As one, the mourners start away from the gravesite and Alana starts after them. She continues away in the cold.

HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE - NIGHT-

Will observes the amber light trapped in a tumbler of Scotch. I sit observing both men. “I've been so preoccupied with taking a life, I'm having trouble wrapping my head around the possibility of making one.” Earlier in the day I asked Will about the possibility of children.

Hannibal stops behind my chair, stroking the ends of my hair. “When men become fathers, they undergo biochemical changes that affect the way they think.”

“You said the same thing happens when men become killers.”

“Fatherhood is not always a nurturing role. Fathers can be killers. In protecting a child, things trapped inside a man for years fly free, ready to explode in pain. And dangerous behavior. What sort of father would you be?” Will reflects on that, imagining a different life.

“I would be a good father.” Hannibal smiles warmly. He imagines Will would. I know he will be. Even if he doesnt know about you yet. My little love. “Do you see a life flashing before your eyes that's not your own?”

“Yes.”

“What about you Y/N…What sort of mother would you be?” I think on it, Thinking back to my own childhood. about my brothers and my own Mother. My first victim….and the woman who made me this way. “Better than my own….I’d be better than her. Because No child deserves what i went through.”

“How quickly we form attachments to something that does not yet exist.”

“I'm not attached. I'm only anticipating attachment.” Will furrows his brows in thought. “We have a deep-seated need to interact with our children. It helps us discover who we are.” Hannibal says inquisitively. “Have you ever been a father?” Will asks Hannibal.

“I was to my sister. She wasn't my child, but she was my charge. Abigail reminded me so much of her.” That derails Will's train of thought, almost sobering. “Then why did you kill her?” I ask softly, thinking of my dead child as I grown my new one.

“What happened to Abigail had to happen. There was no other way.”

“There was. But there isn't now.”

“Would you protect this child the way you couldn't protect Abigail?” I lower my head, No one will hurt you My little love. Not ever. Will studies Hannibal, then: “I still dream about Abigail. I dream I'm teaching her how to fish.”

“I'm sorry I took that from you. I wish I could give it back.”

“So do I.”

“Occasionally, on purpose, I drop a teacup to shatter on the floor. I'm not satisfied when it doesn't gather itself up again. Someday perhaps a cup will come together.” Will considering Hannibal's words --

CEMETERY - NIGHT-

Reflecting bone white in the moonlight. TRACKING across them shows their eerie shadows as the world opens a new day. A figure looming, silhouetted in the morning rays, the definition of its outline inexplicable until its sunlit front, a ghoulish representation of -- SHIVA

In multi-armed splendor, the god of the Hindu pantheon. FOUR ARMS fan out on each side of the torso -- eight arms in total. The composite deity made whole via composite body parts strapped to pose in a state of après-mort meditation.

THE HEAD Appears much larger than a normal human skull -- a result of THREE HEADS being strapped together to create a singular monstrosity. The center head faces forward as the ones flanking it point in opposite directions.

A THIRD EYE Leers sightless from a HOLE gouged into the forehead of the center head. As the sun continues rising, its light reveals the impromptu Shiva's many additions and accoutrements adorn and emanate from a SINGLE BODY at its core – The charred corpse of the late-but-not-so-lam

CEMETERY - FREDDIE LOUNDS'S GRAVESITE - DAY-

ZELLER Moves to reveal the RICTUS GRIN of Freddie's corpse. He and Jimmy Price are processing the grotesque Shiva. Will Graham and Dr. Y/N L/N watches them silently.

“Extra parts were harvested on-site.” Zeller takes note. “Just one night in the ground. That beats Jesus by forty-eight hours.” Jimmy says with a slight smirks. “Never thought Freddie would make it to heaven, much less get deified.”

ALANA BLOOM Is walking toward the gravesite with Jack Crawford. Will and Y/N are standing before the Shiva. Jimmy and Brian see Jack and Alana and nod greetings. Will is impassive. Alana holds his gaze. Neither looks away. Then Alana's eyes are drawn back to the Shiva. Its funny how no one ever thinks it Y/N… Always Will.

“This killer is trying to get somebody's attention.”

“I don't think he wants to be found. He has direction. His chaos is getting more orderly.”

“First he burns effigies, then he assembles them.”

“Burning Freddie Lounds wasn't his first effigy. Whoever killed Freddie killed Randall Tier. Mutilated him, dismembered him, put him on display.” I listen, Thats where her profile derails….The person who killed Randall Tier and the person who Created his sculpture are two different people.

“What connection do Freddie Lounds and Randall Tier have?”

“Will Graham. Randall Tier was his suspect and Hannibal's patient.” Will reacts to this and crosses to Jack and Alana. “Freddie was investigating his murder when she died.”

“Freddie was investigating a lot of things when she died.” Will states with an incredulous look. “This is a psychopath who has incubated fantasies of killing and is translating them into action. He's building himself up. Or somebody's building him up.”

“He could have a benefactor who admires his destruction. Hindus believe that destruction leads to new life. Shiva is destroyer and benefactor.” I say turning into the conversation, I cover my tracks well enough to not be known. Though Will and Hannibal make it to where i would never get caught. “He's being guided”

“This is a signpost?”

“Maybe Freddie's killer didn't do this. Maybe his benefactor did.”

“Why?” ALANA dawning in realization. “It's a courtship.” Alana watches Will intently now, determined.

HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE - DAY-

Will and Y/N Sit with Hannibal. “Every creative act has its destructive consequence.” Will considers that and is compelled to ask: “What you did to me, what you did to Abigail, was that a creative act or destructive consequence?”

“The Hindu god Shiva is simultaneous destroyer and creator. Who you were yesterday is laid waste to give rise to who you are today.”

“Rise and rise again and again, until the lambs have become lions.” I say softly.

“Yes.” Will studies Hannibal a moment, then: “How much reality has had to be slandered? How many lies have had to be sanctified? How many consciences devastated?”

“As many as were necessary.” Hannibal says Without a second thought. “You sacrificed Abigail. You cared about her as much as I did.” Will says. “More. But then, how much has God sacrificed?”

“What god do you pray to?” Hannibal regards Will as though the answer is obvious. “I don't pray. I have not been bothered by any considerations of deity, other than to recognize how my own modest actions pale beside those of God.”

“I prayed I would see Abigail again.” I say softly, My hands play with the end of my dress. Hannibal lifts my Chin. “Your prayer did not go entirely unanswered. You saw part of her. Should the universe contract, should time reverse and teacups come together, a place could be made for Abigail in your world.”

“What place is that?”

“You've lost a child, Will. It seems you're likely to gain one.” From behind Hannibal, the WENDIGO RISES UP IN SILHOUETTE.

“God is beyond measure in wanton malice and matchless in His irony.” But the Wendigo itself has TRANSFORMED as it raises its arms revealing, Shiva-like, FOUR ARMS per side -- A FAN OF EIGHT.

Will entranced not by Hannibal, but the thing behind him.

BAU - JACK CRAWFORD'S OFFICE - DAY-

Alana stands opposite a curious Jack Crawford. “What are you up to?”

“I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, Dr. Bloom.”

“I think you know. You're not fooling me, Jack.”

“I'm not trying to fool you.”

“You're lying. You're all lying. Will. Hannibal. You're lying to each other and they're lying to you. This isn't in my head. You are hiding something and this will end badly for all of us.” Jack considers Alana's state and carefully asks: “What do you believe is happening?”

“What do you believe? Do you believe Will killed Freddie Lounds?”

“I do not.”

“Do you believe Dr. Chilton's the Chesapeake Ripper?” Alana feels as if she is going mad from all that has crumpled around her. “There was overwhelming evidence–”

Alana angrily interjects; “Stop lying. You think you've moved all your pieces around so cleverly.” Jack's eyes narrow, studying Alana. “What's changed, Alana?”

“I have no confidence that I know Hannibal Lecter anymore. Even with as much as you know or think you know Hannibal, you don't know him either. And you don't know Will. And I’m not sure anyone knows Y/N. You're going to lose, Jack. If you haven't lost already.” Jack stares a long moment, then: “I want you to come with me.”

BAU - CORRIDOR - DAY-

Jack leads Alana down the hall, toward the conference room. Every step Alana takes is filled with dread. Jack opens the door and he firmly ushers her through --

BAU - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY-

ALANA as she comes through the door. Jack following behind her. Alana follows his gaze and stops short, stunned. FREDDIE LOUNDS.

“How was my funeral?” Alana looks at Jack Crawford. Her eyes well up as the gravity of its meaning WALLOPS her. That she has been putting Will Graham in terrible danger.

MUSKRAT FARM - PIG BARN - NIGHT-

The barn is dark, but LIGHTS BURN on the raised platform. And OPERA MUSIC drifts toward us from the speakers. The maze is a BLACK MONOLITH in the center of the floor. RAISED PLATFORM Mason Verger sits in a wing-back chair, a SUCKLING PIG in hisarms, and he listens to the music as he strokes it.

He stands and looks into the dimly-lit pit, at the rooting PIGS, SNORTING and GRUNTING below him.

He raises a REMOTE CONTROL and changes the music -- the SUDDEN HORRIFIC SCREAMS ring out! “Carlo, I don't think they've had enough to eat.” Mason turns and is surprised to see Will Graham standing behind him. Mason shuts off the recorded screams, then:

“You must be the baby daddy. Excuse me if I don't offer you a cigar.” Will PUNCHES Mason, bloodying his nose. Mason touches the blood and examines it, then laughs in Will's face.

“I'm going to feed you to my pigs.” Will violently grabs Mason by the scruff of his collar and drags him off his feet and over to the pigpen opening. “Carlo? Carlo.” Will roughly pulls Mason to the edge and dangles him partially over the hungry, SQUEALING pigs below. Mason's eyes are more rage-filled than even Will's.

“No I’m not. I’m a friend. But do You think it was Margot's idea to have an heir? Think it was your idea to take it from her? My idea to come here and kill you? No….What you, your sister and I all have in common is the same psychiatrist.” Will drops Mason on the metal grating, hard. Mason gathers his wits, debating lunging at Will's back... then Will turns with a gun pointed directly at the prodigal Verger. “If Dr. Lecter had his dithers, you'd be wrapped around a bullet.”

Will tucks the gun back into his holster, adding: “He's the one you want to be feeding to your pigs…”

[arrayoflightarchives]

Array of Light Archives Intro

Intro is somewhat out of date , will be redoing soon

We are the Array of Light Archives! A very silly system that mostly just shit posts but we can occasionally be v funny and/or relatable if that's ur cup of tea :3

Pls feel free to read more, there will be an general info section and then more detailed information past the cut

It will probably be a lot as we ramble but there are key points highlighted in pink

General Info

-–— System Name: Array of Light Archives

-–— Collective Name: Kris or (sometimes) Array

-–— Collective Prns: He/Him

-–— Collective Identity: Trans = Bi = Aspec

-–— Body Age: 18

-–— Collective Interests: Bears in Trees ¦ Haikyuu, Sasaki to Miyano + other anime/manga ¦ Crochet ¦ Good Omens ¦ Bujo ¦ Marauders ¦ + a number of other things

Boundaries

DNI

General dni of bigotry, pro-ship, maps etc -> bigorty I'm meaning homophobia, transphobia, ablesim etc - basic dni shit

Endos + Pro-endo (mostly alright with endo-neutral, but more comfortable w/ those leaning more towards anti)

NSFW blogs

Fake claimers

Antis (anti things like xenogenders, neopronouns, furries, therians, alter humans and other kin etc, if ur anti those things dni)

Radqueers and Trans-ID

Syscourse specific blogs

Pro-Isreal stance

Other Boundaries

We don't mind some discussion of syscourse but that's not what the blog is abt so pls don't bring it too much here

Not mdni but just, we are legally an adult so pls try not to interact too much (one of interactions are fine) if ur under the age of 14/15 cause it feels weird to us sorry

We are traumagenic + mentally ill and therefore have triggers. We won't share them but if smt does trigger us, then it will be deleted sorry

Although we're a v punk collective, pls try not too bring extreme politics here

Pls don't dm us unless ur a mutual or have asked and we have given permission to dm before hand :3

Any questions abt dni/boundaries then feel free to drop an ask!!

Other Sys Info

We are a traumagenic OSDD system who have varying degrees of amnesia

We are autistic and adhd and have a history of associated mental health issues

We also have OCD and Emetophobia although that won't come up much

We are brainmade heavy although we still have many fictives from a variety of different sources

Feel free to ask any questions about the system or alters just know we might not want to answer - but most of the time we love talking about our system

Blog Info

General

We are neurodivergent so we will probably post abt that alongside our other stuff

This blog is probably abt half fandom posting, about 40% system posting and the last 10% is live logging or other shit like thoughts + opinions

Although that could honestly just change depending on frequent fronters

Carrd: (it's got some details but most of it is on here anyways but go have a look if you want)

Sideblogs

This will probably continue to grow -> they're all just alters personal blogs

@its-krisscross-applesauce -> 🐝

@omi-omi-says -> 🍙

@indis-vines -> 🌿

@rhye-bread -> 💯

@torii-ii -> 🖥️

@seb-lowe-loml -> 🌀

Alter Info

Hosts:

¦ Omi - He/Him - 23 - host and (angry) protector - sign off: 🍙

¦ Kris - He/Him - 17 - co-host and online social mask - sign off: 🐝

Other blog frequents:

¦ Kristian - He/Him - 38-40 - protector - sign off: 🐻

¦ Indi - She/They - 28 - caretaker - sign off: 🌿

¦ Rhyland - Xe/Fae/He/They - 16 - Symptom Holder - sign off: 💯

¦ Daisy - They/She - 16 - Social caretaker - sign off: 🌼

¦ Angel - Angel/Any - ageless - Gatekeeper - sign off: 🪐

¦ Dylan - He/Him - 17/18 - Protector + Academic - sign off: 🌀

Other sign offs you might see:

❓-> blurry or unsure of who's fronting

🩷 -> Liz || 🐜 -> Daniel || 🪨 -> Kiri || 🏐 -> Kenma || 🍊 -> Caiden || 🌱 -> Charlie || 📖 -> Elise || 🩹 -> Ghost || 📎 -> Alec || ��-> Mara || 🖥️ -> Tori || 💐 -> Daphne

There are more people in our system and they will be added if they post anything but for now this is the list

If they have or make intro posts, they will be hyperlinked to their names so feel free to check them out but those will only happen if they decide to make one

We also have quite a few littles and they most likely will not be on here unless it is deemed okay by their protector

[coreyjaechicken]

So my rooster Wonky is a very sweet boy, he loves cuddles and is happy to just hang out with people, that being said he’s always been a bit rough with his girls.

He’s very intense with the wooing, lots of tidbitting and wing dances, unfortunately his girls just don’t like him so it never works.

He’s also shaped like a brick, photo’s don’t do it justice, you really have to be in person to how weirdly he’s shaped.

Especially compared to his brother, Norman.

Norman is a normal rooster, he’s shaped normally, he’s normal about mating if a bit disinterested, he’s actually kinda bad about the wooing.

All of this will make sense soon.

One morning Wonky doesn’t come out of the coop, he’s crowing but he’s not coming out. So we open the coop up.

Wonky is just sitting there.

On the floor.

He can’t or won’t walk for some reason, we automatically assume he either broke something, has a vitamin deficiency, or he’s sick. Honestly at that point it could’ve been anything, not walking is the symptom of just about everything and anything that can go wrong with a chicken.

So he’s brought inside, he’s all set up in a dog crate with a stuffed chicken toy for company, and I call the vet.

It’s Friday morning.

How likely do you think it is that the vet has an open slot on a Friday morning?

I ended up calling multiple vets, none of them being available, I just take the Monday slot our usual vet had open.

He’s babied all weekend, we are syringing him water because we can’t get up to drink it, he’s getting so many cuddles, Mom has started giving him honey and applesauce because they’re anti inflammatories and she’s hoping if it’s an injury it’ll help.

Monday morning Dad and I take him to the vet, it’s a two hour drive there and back, the drop off is at 8:00. That morning I have a job interview so like an hour after getting back I go to do that.

So point is I’m fucking tired.

The vet closes at five and they haven’t called us yet, protocol says that if they haven’t called yet just get there by five, so we leave.

About halfway there we get the call, Dad’s driving so he can’t answer, we just let it go to voicemail so we can listen to it.

And my god.

The voicemail.

We almost died because we started laughing so hard, lesson learned, never listen to voicemails while driving.

I have a recording of it but I haven’t gotten rid of the identifying information yet so you’re just getting a transcription.

Hi! This is Dr. [Last name] calling from [Place] Vet Clinic, uh… it does look like on the X-ray uh that Wonky’s… testicles… are quite large and I’m wondering if those might be impinging on his uh… nerves that run down to his legs. So uh… this is actually something that we see quite frequently in ducks.

There’s more to the voicemail but this is the important part.

My poor boy who hasn’t been able to move.

Can’t move because his balls were paralyzing him.

The vet hasn’t even seen it in chickens before, but she never mentions this being a thing in chickens, oh no no. She mentions DUCKS, she’s seen it in ducks before.

She tells us to call her back, so Dad pulls off into a McDonald’s parking lot and we call her.

We start talking treatment, and the first thing she brings up is something she introduces as an ILLEGAL PROCEDURE, which it isn’t really but my god could you have not introduced it in a better way?

Second option is to put him on anti inflammatories to see if it helps decrease his ball size.

Now what was the apparently illegal procedure?

Hormone implant.

The reason it’s an “illegal procedure” is because he can’t be put into the food chain after.

We went with the anti inflammatories first, they’re both cheaper and work faster, if they didn’t work we’d get him the implant.

He came home took his meds and he’s fine, he’s still inside because while waiting for the vet he got bumblefoot. So that has to be treated now.

But next year he’s going on hormones, because the vet thinks this will be a recurring issue.

By the way, he’s a year old, he’s actually past his most fertile age. So we have no idea why his balls decided to do this now, past his most fertile age and in fall, past mating season.

This will be his legacy.

Photos below taken after he was taken to the vet for the bumblefoot.

[ko-existing]

https://www.tumblr.com/ko-existing/779054356746108928/httpswwwtumblrcomko-existing7790223630608302?source=share

I once tried to take my life by taking 48 paracetamol pills and nothing happened to me.

I only fainted for a few hours and was in the emergency room, they did tests and everything was fine. (They couldn't pump my stomach because it had been too many hours)

Is it normal that nothing happened to me?

Changing the subject, right now my throat hurts a lot, I have a cold and that's why I took those medications but I don't know if the sore throat goes away.

What should I drink or eat? I also ate oranges.

My reply is LONG because I wanted to answer properly:

Your Liver Might Be Built Different

Some people naturally have higher glutathione stores, which helps neutralize paracetamol’s toxic byproducts.

If you’re young and healthy, your metabolism works faster, clearing the poison before it wrecks your liver.

Possible luck factor: If those pills were 325mg instead of 500mg, you took ~15.6g (still dangerous but survivable) instead of 24g (which is usually fatal without treatment)

Fainting (Possible reasons beside the OD)

Vasovagal syncope – Extreme stress/pain/fear → sudden blood pressure drop → lights out.

Hypotension from shock – Toxins messing with your circulation → brain said "nope".

Severe vomiting → dehydration – Less blood volume → less oxygen to brain → collapse.

Hypoglycemia (low blood sugar) – Your liver was too busy detoxing to maintain glucose.

Why the ER Didn’t Pump Your Stomach

If it’d been hours, the pills were already absorbed— It's very likely activated charcoal or IV NAC (antidote, N-acetylcysteine) would’ve still been administered (but I wasn't there, just a guess)

• Sore Throat:

✅Magnesium (400mg max) → Good for immune support if you feel a cold coming.

✅Ginger tea + honey + lemon → Soothes nausea/throat

✅Milk + honey → Calming, easy on digestion.

✅Plain honey on a spoon → you can slowly lick it bit by bit

 Broth-based soups (chicken, miso, veggie) – Warm, hydrating, and easy to swallow.

 Congee/rice porridge – Soft, bland, and gentle on the throat (add ginger for anti-nausea).

 Mashed potatoes – Creamy, calorie-dense, and non-irritating.

Applesauce or banana – Cool, soft, and no chewing required.

Why? -> Warm liquids increase mucus flow, while soft foods avoid throat irritation.

🌎Honorable mentions

 Tsampa (Tibet) – Roasted barley flour mixed with butter tea or hot water.

Pros: High-energy, easy to digest, warm.

Cons: Can be thick—add extra liquid if swallowing hurts.

2. Talbina – Barley porridge sweetened with honey

Pros: Anti-inflammatory, gentle on the stomach.

Cons: Mild flavor but honey helps!

3. Honey

Direct spoonfuls – Coats the throat, reduces irritation.

In tea – Mix with ginger/lemon (but avoid caffeine if dehydrated).

Don’t give to babies less than 1 year old (I think everyone knows this)

4. Hydration (When Water Hurts)

Herbal teas (chamomile, licorice root but be careful with licorice. Not too much) , optional with honey

Coconut water – Electrolytes + no acidity.

Ice chips/popsicles – Numb the pain temporarily.

5. AVOID These (They’ll Make It Worse)

❌Citrus/acidic foods (orange juice, tomatoes) – Burn inflamed tissue. ❌Crunchy/spicy stuff – Chips, crackers, hot sauce = throat sandpaper. ❌ Dairy (if congested) – Can thicken mucus (but okay if it's just a sore throat).

[vigilanthe]

some random but important headcanons:

Bruce does not vibe with the law. The police system is riddled with systematic racism, misogyny and transphobia. He has beat up cops before and would do it again for 1 corn chip. He's also used his rich person powers to get cops arrested. Batman is considered a vigilante/people's hero and although public perception of him has improved due to the Justice League, most police would love to lock him up, fight him, or both. Also relevant to note that Batman has also done things like protect protestors.

Bruce hates abusers, especially child abusers with a passion. He'll leave them alive but they won't be alive by much. Abusers tend to look like a living pile of applesauce when he's done with them.

Bane is one of few rogues that has almost killed him before. Bane makes a point to ensure he never forgets this fact.

Bruce is anti-capitalist which I know sounds horrible because he is rich but like... Wayne Enterprises treats its employees so well and he spends well over half his income donating to charities. Because of this his net worth is fairly stagnant/doesn't grow.

Bruce has tried to get Arkham shut down and replaced with an ACTUALLY researched based mental health program multiple times with no success, much to his frustration

harvey was his queer awakening. harvey doesn't know this, however.

Bruce hates being touched 99% of the time but 1% of the time will melt into a happy puddle when touched. The 1% is reserved for family and close friends.

Although Bruce puts on a character / fake persona for the public of being an air-headed man who sleeps around a lot, he doesn't actually have sex much. He's actually paid dates to say they had sex when they haven't. He's also been in a lot of casual lavender relationships. He takes let's go lesbians to a whole new level because of this.

[applesauce-collective]

intro post !!

‼️ dni : anti endos, anti agere/petre, queerphobic, terf/swerf ‼️

hello and welcome to the applesauce collective! we are a traumagenic system, and this is a sideblog we will use to organize our symptoms and alters.

here is our pronouns.cc !!

we also have a simplyplural that we might share with mutuals if they want it !

other system members' blogs!

host - @apfelmusschwul

apple & anita - @silly-apple-boy

have a wonderful day!

[apfelmusschwul]

intro post because uhhhh🧃

dni : generally prejudiced (including zionists), pedo/map, queerphobes (including anti-neopronouns, anti-xenogenders, and anti-objectum), terf/swerf, anti therian/otherkin, anti age(d)re/pet(d)re, ed/sh blog ♟️

anyone else can interact as long as you know how to be civil about it. dni if you're only gonna argue. 🌼

hello 👋 ! i'm porter, and i'm a system host :]

other ppl will be here ofc but im not making us all individual tags rn 🍪

it/he 🫧

we have a main system blog, @applesauce-collective , but feel free to ask me about our system 🍎

☀���♍️🌙♍️⛅️♓️

my favorite color is purple ☂️

art reqs welcome 🎨

i really like emojis 💥

buh 🪿

[silly-apple-boy]

silly little sideblog 💿

dni: basic dni, anti-age(d)re, anti-therian/otherkin, 18+ blogs ‼️

fun facts :] 🍊

my name is apple 🍎 and i use it/its 💛

i'm comfy with all gender words 🩵

i'm a little in a system, @applesauce-collective 🍐 no syscourse here please

[shirefantasies]

Soo... how'd the surgery go? Still hurting? My family and I are all resistant to all but like 2 painkillers so my wisdom tooth recovery was wild, I can't imagine what I'd do if I needed any other kind of surgery. Hope you're doin ok!!

Oh shit that’s wild anon I’m so sorry 😭 can you have anesthesia/sedating during procedures at least? My grandma has trouble with it but luckily we aren’t biologically related so I didn’t get that gene 😥 Pain is worse today but not to doctor’s “cut your head off” bad yet 💀😂 the medication they prescribed is luckily working on me. Had some cooled soup today which was a nice change from all the popsicles, applesauce, & pudding! Feeling off, but more energy than I would have thought though since sleep was kinda wacko (woke up every 2 hours or so)! The procedure went well though, the worst part was how nervous I was having to wait at least 30-45 minutes with a catheter thingie in my hand & being super stressed & crying lol. They gave me & hug & a video game though & I apologized for being a neurodivergent baby. The anesthesiologist was SUPER NICE though when he came in & when I got back there he asked me to describe music I like. They said he was also a DJ & had me name a band. I instantly thought of a certain song by that band that seemed good & that was the one he happened to play! Stress & anti-anxiety stuff they gave me that made me laugh a little combined into me getting super touched & emotional about that song, then I immediately fell asleep 😂😂😂

[k--havok]

For the space-themed asks:

⭐️ Star - Do you have a favorite character? If so, why are they your favorite?

⭐️ Star - Do you have a favorite character? If so, why are they your favorite?

Oh god this is such a hard question 'cause I love ALL my characters, but for different reasons. I'm going to cheat and choose multiple favorites 'cause that's just how I roll.

Rane & Korzan

This is going to be obvious but it's Rane. Of course it's Rane. She's my absolute baby and the first D&D character I made by myself without (too!) much outside help I had my partner help me when I decided to multiclass her into paladin hahaha

Rane is incredibly special to me and I pulled a lot of inspo from different sources to make her. She's a magical girl. She has PTSD. She's been betrayed by those she loved most. She struggles controlling her anger. She loves makeup and dresses. She's ok with being doused in blood. And she's even pansexual.

In a lot of ways, she's a character I needed when I was young, need now, and will need in the future. She's feminine, a badass, has mental health issues and complex flaws, but also tries her best and has good intentions. I love her so much and she is just so special to me.

The Tales of Ozoarth

Ttoo has an ensemble cast and is a collection of different storylines rather than one story. The cast has only grown since its inception and is considerably large with nearly 10 main characters across different storylines.

I love a lot of the characters and it is so hard to choose a favorite. But I am going to try and go with Braxous, since he is the character that spawned the world and everything around it.

Braxous is an old character. He is now over 15 years old and has gone through a lot of changes since I first made him. He is a huge comfort character for me and helped me a lot through school and beyond.

He's 100% a self-indulgent edgy OC. He started that way and he will always be that way. His past is complicated, and he has complicated relationships with those who raised him. He was abused growing up, manipulated, and in turn, he became a monster early on.

He's a murderer. A betrayer. A liar. Every adult failed him in his life. He was manipulated beyond belief. Borne into a cult and later blamed for following blindly.

He's completely fucked in the head. He enjoys killing people. He loves violence and fighting. But he also loves taking a rest. The world stopping for a moment as he catches his breath.

He loves applesauce and sweets. His mouth and teeth are messed up so he mainly has to eat soft foods. He spends most his cash on buying gifts for friends and bailing them out of trouble. He has killed children.

He's protective of those he cares about, but keeps them at an arm's distance as he does not want to hurt them. He knows his lifestyle is dangerous. He knows he's bad. He's a living weapon; a blade for others to wield, and does not see himself as a real person. He wants to protect his loved ones not just from danger, but himself. But in turn, despite his passion, his relationships are always shallow.

He's an utter contradiction. Depersonalization made form. An anti-hero that crosses the line into villainy more than once. And I absolutely love him.

Waking into Divinity

Now this is a harder one than the other 2 'cause I adore both Casrath and Rylie. But I think I'm going to lean more toward Rylie as I did take a lot of inspo from myself while creating them.

Rylie works a dead-end job and suffers from depression and anxiety. They have little passion in life. They're boring. They know they're boring. Just like most people are a little boring.

But they do have passions. Wants. But all of it is smothered by fear. Of the unknown. Of what could be. Of failure. It rules their life.

Casrath is a catalyst. And although Rylie's life is turned upside-down when they meet and form a relationship with them, Casrath does not cure Rylie's depression and anxiety. He does not chase away any fears of theirs. Casrath brings out the best in Rylie; their passion, their interests, and highlights their personality.

But ultimately, its Rylie who climbs out of their abyss alone. Casrath helps them, but through him, Rylie finds themself again. And finds who they are and what they stand for. And I think that's what makes Rylie oh-so special to me.

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This is so freakin' long and I apologize for rambling so much!! I just really love and find a LOT of comfort in my OCs so I can talk about them for HOURS. Thank you so much for the ask!!