#fuller figured

[whichcouldmeanothing]

Where have you been? Doesn’t matter. I’m home now.

MATT BOMER & JONATHAN BAILEY as HAWK & TIM Fellow Travelers S01E02 “Bulletproof” (all episodes)

[lloydfrontera]

lloyd 'survived on one meal per day for years' frontera would absolutely see sharing food as a love language and javier 'lived in the streets for months as a child' asrahan would be fluent in it

i do believe there is a point in their lives where they both heal from the trauma of going through severe food insecurity but neither of them ever quite really forget just how important food can be. and when the other shares their food with them, they appreciate it as the show of affection it was meant to be

[bouquetstatue]

good morning rc fandom. saraswati is a curvy woman and remy is lying to you.

[hafwen]

I cut out the fabric and the felt pieces but that's all I can do for the day my back is starting to spasm

But progress!

[thenobleprincex]

something something about how Hawk doesn't exactly suffer from internalized homophobia but he does very much suffer from internalized heteronormativity*, in the sense that he doesn't feel that being attracted to/having sex with men is wrong, but he doesn't feel that it is right either. like, he's fine with it and with living it (as the show very well establishes!!!), but he's also very much aware that he's the odd one, that he's the one on the inside looking, and that he doesn't have the right to impose it on others**, that it's his job to fit in and not the job of others to make place for him. meanwhile tim feels that he should feel that wrong about liking men and having sex with men, but he can't help feel that it is right, that it is holy, and so his journey is much more about trying to reconcile the beliefs of the culture and religion who raised him and that he loves and is devoted to, with his embodied knowledge that, not only is there nothing wrong with him, but that the way he loves is precious and worth treasuring

*which of course one are just two sides of the same coin and, at their core, inextricable, but bear with me for the sake of the argument

**in this light, those last scenes of him (including the handshake scene) just become so much more powerful

[blujayonthewing]

DM, on getting together to talk about backstory stuff I have to have him build with me: I might need to ask a few more questions about Felix and also what drives him besides curiosity

me: is curiosity not enough??

also me: well the other major thing was supposed to be solving this mystery that I asked for your cooperation with six months ago and have never gotten any input on

[blueraineshadows]

Hello! Love your works! I was hoping for a Sebastian fic centered around MC having body issues and not eating because of it. Queue Sebastian noticing and getting worried, or maybe something happens like MC passing out and Seb confronts her about it and telling her that she’s beautiful no matter what shape she is. I also wouldn’t be opposed to some smut/body worship afterwards.

I’ve been dealing with body image stuff and I think this would really help.

Thank you so much!

❤️

Thank you so much for this request and kind words 🙏 💜 I hope this is alright 🥰

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

NSFW 🔞 sexual content, fuller figure MC

The soft glow of the lamp lit the pages of the book he was reading as Sebastian lounged against the headboard of his bed. His eyes were growing sleepy, but he wanted to finish his chapter before settling down for sleep.

The bedroom door opened and MC entered. He looked up and gave her a smile, which she returned, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She lowered her gaze and moved to fetch her dressing gown before heading for the bathroom.

Sebastian frowned a little. MC had been quiet lately, and although she tried to hide it, she hadn't been eating much either. She was pale, withdrawn, and it didn't sit well with him. His gaze lingered on the closed bathroom door as he heard her preparing for bed. Worry settled over him. Was she sick? Was she not happy?

That thought made a sickening pool of ice gather in his stomach. Was she not happy with him anymore?

He tried to turn his concentration back to his book, but his mind had lost the threads of the words. His gaze kept drifting towards the bathroom door and the woman behind it that he loved so much it hurt sometimes.

When MC came back into the bedroom, she was wrapped up tight in her dressing gown, her hair loose about her shoulders. He admired the soft sway of her hips as she moved, his eyes lingering a little longer over her curves as she moved to her side of the bed.

It occurred to him that she had taken to wearing her robe a lot more lately, and changing in the bathroom rather than here in the room. He had enjoyed getting those cheeky little peeks at her breasts and the curve of her waist as she changed. He realised he missed it.

As she pulled the blankets back and sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze remained on her as she slid the robe carefully from her body to reveal a nightgown underneath. Quickly tossing the dressing gown onto the chair, she slid under the covers, pulling them up around her as she settled into the pillow. Was she hiding from him?

Why did it feel like there was a barrier between them all of a sudden? It made his chest tight. With a thump he closed his book, uncaring that he hadn't slipped the bookmark between the pages. He shifted on the mattress and moved closer to MC's warmth, brushing soft tendrils of hair back from her face.

"Everything alright?" He asked, softly.

She nodded and smiled. Again, the smile was a ghost that flitted across her mouth and was then gone.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, moving closer. He slid a hand under the blanket to seek out her waist, his palm skimming up over the nightdress as his lips moved to kiss her cheek, the tip of her nose and then her mouth. His heart pounded at the thought that she might stop him.

She was soft under his touch, her lips pliant. He hummed in appreciation and pulled her close against him. He heard her little gasp and it chased away some of the tightness in his chest. His hand moved around to grab her backside, his cock hardening as his hand moulded the delicious softness. He had always admired the plumpness of her behind, it was very distracting indeed.

He felt her tense a little against him and he stilled. He looked down at her to see her cheeks were flushed, but she could barely meet his gaze. Something was wrong, he could feel it.

He took her chin in his fingers, tilting her face up. "You're worrying me, MC, he said, quietly. "I know something is up. Talk to me."

She tried to lower her face, her blush deepening, but he held her firm. She met his eyes and they shone with tears. Worry clenched him. "Please, tell me," he whispered.

"It's so stupid," she said, cringing. "It's nothing."

"Everything about you means something to me, it's not nothing," he said. "Have I done something to upset you? You seem distant."

He swallowed, asking if it was him making her unhappy, the fear of her slipping away from him was like poison in his blood.

"No, no, it's not you," she said. Her fingers moved to graze softly against his chest. She bit her lip, uncharacteristic shyness flooding her face. "I just...I don't know, I just haven't been feeling myself."

"Are you unwell?" His grip tightened on her.

"No," she said. She moved to caress his face. "No, I'm quite well."

"Then, what is it?"

Her face crumpled a little. "My clothes don't fit as well as they used to, I am not the girl I used to be," she said, fighting her tears.

Sebastian was dumbstruck. Words failed him for a beat as he looked down at the misery unfolding on her face. "Of course you're not the girl you used to be," he said.

Her eyes widened, her face falling. Oh, shit, you idiot!

"You're a woman now, a beautiful woman," he said, quickly. His hands squeezed her softness fondly, his eyes darkening with lust. "You're my woman," he said, his voice lowering to a growl.

She didn't look convinced. "But, I'm nowhere near as slim and lovely as the girls in your department," she said. "I paled in comparison to them at the dinner party last week."

"Hey, none of that," he said. He tapped his finger to her nose. "Those girls at work are not who I want to come home to every night," he said, firmly. "They do not make my heart pound at the thought of doing this..."

He dipped his hand under her nightdress, running his palm up her thigh to appreciate the peachiness of her backside, playfully pinching it. She smothered a giggle despite herself.

Encouraged, he hummed appreciatively as caressed her skin, his fingers daring to dip a little lower. "Mmm, delicious. Trust me, how I feel about you goes a lot deeper than the shape of your skin. I don't like it when you hide under your robe, it means I can't drool over you," he said. He bent to kiss her, sucking on her lower lip. He heard her gasp and smiled. "In fact...I think I need a closer inspection of what you've been hiding."

He slithered under the blanket, nuzzling at the warm globes of her breasts on his way down. Playfully pinching and moulding her curves, teasing another smothered giggle from her lips.

"Sebastian!" She gasped.

He chuckled, rucking up the annoying nightdress that blocked her sweet skin. He pressed hot hungry kisses over her stomach, her hips, losing himself in the softness that delighted him.

He rolled her onto her back, ignoring her weak whines of protest. He was fired up now, burning for her, eager to show her just how much he loved every inch of her. He sucked at the soft skin, drawing it into his mouth, relishing the way she flexed underneath him.

"Mmm, don't ever hide from me," he said, whispering into the softness of her tummy. He dragged his nose along her flesh, breathing in her scent, his hands moulding her hips lovingly. "I love you, all of you, every last inch."

He swirled his tongue, moving lower, using his elbows to part soft thighs. His breath was hot against her as he pressed his nose against her heat, easing gently so he could tease his tongue through the slick silk. He moaned, lost in his desire, worshipping her and soaking up her low cries of pleasure.

He grunted at the sharp tug of her fingers in his hair and he retaliated by drawing her nub into his mouth and sucking hard. Her hips lifted off the bed and he squeezed her soft curves, making her moan and writhe.

He wanted more from her, he needed to taste the ultimate peak and he slid two fingers in, moaning at the immediate clench of her delicious walls, curling his fingers just so, seeking that magical spot that made her his completely.

He lapped and sucked until she was quivering in his hands. "That's it, my gorgeous girl," he coaxed. "All mine, so fucking perfect."

As she panted softly, coming down from her release, he rid himself of his clothes and tugged that nightdress from her body, he slowly gazed over every dip and curve, licking his lips. "Honestly, don't you ever hide all this from me," he said. He groaned and buried his face into her breasts, kissing her, savouring the soft flesh with his tongue. "I need you," he whispered.

Her hands reached for him, and there was nowhere else he would rather be, no other person he would ever want to share this with. He had wanted to take her slowly, cherish it, but his lust was overwhelming. With every thrust, he was entranced at the way it made her breasts move, the soft slap as his skin pounded against hers, it drove him wild. His pace quickened and he felt the bite of her fingernails, he groaned.

"Oh, fuck, you feel so good," he panted. He thrust even harder, her cries music to his ears as he admired the way his urgent hips made her body react. His beautiful girl. "MC, there could never be anyone else," he gasped. His name spilled from her lips in a breathless whine and it made him come undone. "Oh, fuck..."

He pushed deep, his desire consuming him, his cock throbbing thick and fast as he spent himself inside her. He moved down onto the mattress pulling her in close, holding her against his heaving chest. "Nobody will ever love you like I do," he said.

She looked up at him, eyes hazy, face flushed. He smoothed his hands over her curves, holding her gaze. "Please don't ever compare yourself to others. I love you just as you are. These curves are perfect. Ideal for having something to hold on to, if you catch my drift. Girls who are all skin and bones just don't do it for me, it would be like snuggling up with an Inferi."

She giggled and snuggled in closer. Her hand teased soft circles against his chest and he smiled into her hair. He just loved these hugs with her.

"Thank you," she whispered. "You always know what to say to make me smile."

"And don't you forget it," he grinned. He kissed her. He gazed at her, loving her with his eyes. "I don't like the thought of you being unhappy. I would do anything to not let that happen."

"I know you would," she said. "I love you, Seb, more than anything. I just...I don't want to disappoint you."

"You could never," he insisted. He cupped her face. "I meant it, your body is just perfect. You have no idea the things it does to me just from catching a glimpse."

She smiled, shyly. He brushed a thumb across her cheek. "Look, if it's making you feel this unhappy, then how about we do something about that?" He suggested. "How about we get back into being sparring partners again, just like we used to when we were kids. Merlin knows, I could do with getting a bit fitter again. We could do it together. But on one condition..."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Speak your terms."

"You do it to help make you feel stronger and more confident in yourself, not to get rid of these curves," he said. He slid his hand around her hip to grab a cheeky handful. "I'm rather fond of them."

"I'm rather fond of you," she said. She trailed a finger along his lower lip, and he smirked. He leant his forehead against hers, a familiar heat tightening in his abdomen.

"Mmm, how fond," he said. He cupped a generous handful of breast and swiped his thumb over a nipple. "Care to show me?"

She wound her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him, and he hummed in approval.

"Lay back, Sallow," she murmured against his lips. "It's my turn to appreciate you."

[phoenixkaptain]

You know, theoretically thinking about it, one could suggest that Hannibal’s obsession with Clarice stemmed from his obsession with Will Graham. He brought up Will Graham in their very first interaction and you could consider Hannibal as a character quite capable of making mental leaps, such as the leap from “someone killed my sister and made me eat her and now I want gruesome, horrible, bloody revenge” to “anyone who is rude to me should be killed with extreme brutality and I should eat them.”

It could feasibly be suggested that the tactic they (as in Chilton and Crawford and those adjacent) meant to use, getting Hannibal to be attracted to the first woman he’s seen in multiple years so he would give advice, succeeded in a way they didn’t expect it to, Hannibal becoming attracted to the first person he saw in multiple years who fascinated him the way Graham did.

Crawford puts Clarice in Will’s spot. He is trying to use her to poke and prod and annoy a serial killer into revealing themself by allowing them to discover the mistakes those serial killers will inevitably make in their anger and annoyance. Clarice is sent to Hannibal Lecter’s cell to ask for advice, and while Will did make the choice on his own, for the most part, Hannibal doesn’t have any way of knowing that. For all he knows, Crawford dangled a piece of meat in front of him only to take it away and dangle another, slightly different piece of meat. (A less tenderized piece pft)

Hannibal’s obsession leaping from Will to Clarice is reasonable. We don’t know precisely why he became obsessed with Will, admittedly, but we know he became obsessed with Clarice over the course of Clarice taking Will’s place as Crawford’s bloodhound.

So what is the show? The show simply asks the question: what if that obsession never leaped over? What if Will didn’t discover that Hannibal was the Chesapeake Ripper the very first time they met? How would that obsession evolve?

And the answer is simple: the same way, in many ways, that it did with Clarice.

I’ve heard people describe the series Hannibal as putting Will in Clarice’s place, and I certainly agree that that was probably the primary inspiration, but I would also suggest that it was partially: what if Hannibal could build a similar relationship to Will that he did to Clarice? If his obsession to Will was given fuel, how big of a fire could one reasonably start?

How far does Hannibal’s obsession with Will go if he’s never given another subject to obsess over?

That’s the primary question I take away from the series. And the answer I get, is:

Pretty. Damn. Far.

[bonearenaofmyskull]

This will be my one and only post on the subject of post-s3 canon-compliant Hannigram...

...unless ofc the show gets renewed, which, at this point--it won't, lbr. Martha de Laurentiis was the show's champion and navigator of the rights issues, and she has literally died. If anyone else is championing it, I don't know about it. Maybe something can come through eventually as the new company leadership gets shit figured out, idk. But I'm not holding my breath.

That's the key point here which most of these asks don't seem to recognize: they want me to give an opinion on the state of the relationship, and whether or not Hannibal and Will can be together for a long term and maintain contentment in their relationship with each other: the Happy Ever After Question. But what these asks are most notably NOT doing--even though the askers always frame it as if they are--is asking me about the kind of storytelling would be likely in a continuation of the show: the Plot? What Plot? question. They want to have their plot cake and happily eat it ever after too. And it just doesn't work that way.

These are really very, very different questions. And what would happen if the show actually did come back has as much to do with what would have to happen to resurrect the show out of rights oblivion and then negotiate endless contracts AND how the creatives own lives and circumstances may have changed them and their points of view over the years, as well as the years themselves.

And because the show is very likely never coming back it's really a moot point now. Fantasize however you want. Write fic however you want. It's your damn story now, not the creatives. So in answer to the first, Happy Ever After Question, yeah, sure, why the fuck not. Let Hannigram have forever. But wait--you like plot with your porn? Then by all means give them some conflict. Tear them from the seams, their skin, their bones. Does that make you happy now?

But stop pulling down other people who are doing it in a different way than you're doing it, even if you can't understand it. Yeah, you know who you are....

As for the ~cANoN~ question, let's also be real for a second. If the show were renewed TODAY, it will have been more than a decade between seasons three and four, and Bryan Fuller has been pretty clear that Hannibal and Will are together during that time. So CAN they stay together for a period of years? Yeah, sure, why the fuck not. Obviously they HAVE.

But also--if the show were to come back, would they be destined for angsty shit and conflict and, yanno, PLOT? Again, obviously. It's a ridiculous notion that the show would continue without it. Flip side of that, though, is the equally ridiculous notion that seems to be floating around that if they can't be Disney princesses in their happily-ever-after together, then they can't be together at all, or at least, not for long. That's also absurd.

So let's touch base with what we know, and not what we each individually prefer.

Let's pretend--perhaps ambitiously--for a minute that if the show did ever come back it would be following the plan that we were left off with. It would stretch into 3 more seasons, with Cuban, Korean, and Cajun dishes iirc for episode titles. Bryan Fuller was pretty clear that season four would dive into an untapped portion of the books, revisit season one in a "really interesting way," and be pitched as Angel Heart meets Inception. Will might achieve happiness but not till the ending of the whole thing. That's what we know. Sorry I can't cite any of this; I haven't looked up a Hannibal article in half a decade.

So, leaving aside specifics and just getting to the question at hand, what we do know from season 1 is that Hannibal and Will were together. So, logically, they're probably together in any theoretical season 4. And OF COURSE they would be--they just spent all of S3 apart. You gotta vary this shit up. And they have to have internal and external conflicts, because writing 101. And the internal conflicts are meaningless--as would be all the rest of the preceding show--unless they're deeply and passionately invested in and love each other. That was the whole frickin' point of S3.

I don't honestly even understand how any of this is a question or a debate. Why are y'all even arguing in this the year of our lord almost 2024, and making me grumpy by sending me endless asks about stuff that's been answered for years and years. Why did I have to read with my OWN TWO EYES that someone who joined the fandom in 2016 (!!!) is so #FandomOld that people are afraid to argue with them????

...

So, y'all, this is all I'm willing to say about a potential continuation and ending of the show:

In a simple sense, the pattern the show was setting up is S1 & S4 Hannigram is together and solving crimes (at least in some weird Angel Heart way), S2 & S5 is semi-together, semi-apart Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane thing (with other stuff), and S3 & S6 on-the-run culminating in Something Big (probably at least partially apart). That doesn't mean this is the way the show would go, but it'd be very easy to write Clarice or an expy coming into the story to chase them down and end up mentored by them (either one or both) with this format.

As for the very final ending of the whole thing, the ending *I* would write may not be the same as what Bryan Fuller would write, but to me it seems both obvious where the show should go and that it would be completely and utterly satisfying to shippers and non-shippers alike. And I have run my theoretical ending by devout Hannigram shippers, and it met their approval. So if I can come up with something that both works for them and works for my sense of completionism in storytelling, then I'm sure Bryan Fuller could. He's way more practiced than me.

I have consistently said that I do not relate to the notion that it'd be better to have them together in one's imagination than it would be to actually see Mads and Hugh acting together in the ACTUAL SHOW, regardless of how that ends. Because here's the thing: my imagination is boundless and endless, and I can get an unlimited amount of Hannigram doing whatever the fuck I please whenever the fuck I please. More show, on the other hand, is rare as hen's teeth. I would take that miracle if I could get it.

The End.

[jichanxo]

sunday six already!?

tags: @four-white-trees @phantasy14 @passthroughtime @overdevelopedglasses @skysquid22

not much writing from me lately (i think the pendulum has swung the other way and i've been drawing a bit more), but i've poked a little bit more at sensei fic... here's more school club exposition lol, aside from that i've only made minor changes...

Much like the Dance Club, things had been picking up for the Robotics Club, who were preparing for their next skirmish in the RB Robot Rally. It was more common to see Itokura here than in the MRC clubroom because of that, and he liked to keep an eye on her. Though outwardly abrasive, she seemed to have settled into school again, or at least the clubs, and despite what she said, he thought she was going to stick around. Mystery was still her great love it seemed, but she liked being good at things, and didn’t want to leave Sakura-kun out to dry, programming alone, so she hung around here instead of the MRC. 

The MRC kept them both very busy, though funnily enough it was outside the club itself. Yagami’s previously clear phone calendar was now filled with reminders and dates for club deadlines and competitions. Amasawa just had a way with people he supposed, and his own natural curiosity hadn’t helped.

[gothbusterzs]

I know y’all hate him…but lestat is actually hilarious I’m sorry

[matrixwhore]

oh don't you know lestat is above racism because he's not human. he's a vampire. louis cannot transcend racism via vampirism but lestat has.

thank you for those tags. i've always been of the opinion that the racist violence that lestat couldn't take out on louis he did on claudia.

calling her names that are basically racist dog whistles. and obviously the one you just gave which is an example of lestat knowing his place in society as a white man and using it against a black girl.

IM YELLING!! Its so so weird. like ppl want to say he doesn’t actively lean into the racism but what of only bringing home white soldiers?? what of killing miss lily and keeping annie???? what of fooling around with her WHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE bc he KNOWS he can. BC SHES WHITE and staring louis down while he does it knowing they have to be more discreet. please he absolutely plays the fool. just like he said he can in ep 3.

and when its claudia he does push limits he doesn’t with louis. there’s an anger about her brilliance and i can’t ignore the fact that black girls know that all to well on top of what you’re saying and my tags.

[greyias]

The symbolism in the framing of this shot just gets me every time

[larissa-the-scribe]

Collab with @roger-dear! (The cleaner better looking designs are his)

I am. not the best at designing costumes, so I called for back-up

So here is some concept art for the police force in Santa Juliana, and concept sketches for Officer Corwin Burnes, one of Crispin's mentors. They haven't seen each other in a while, but with everything going on, Crispin wouldn't be surprised if they crossed paths again...

[memnochdevil]

When will Lestat do this to my h— *blood splatters as I am torn to shreds*

[leatherbookmark]

still thinking about twin-like jades but in cql... esp now that kk has the show where he plays twins... it might be just me, but while i Think that kk could sell both lxc and lwj, wyb's face is much more... youthful? when he's :-| and a king of microexpressions, it works, but i wonder if his wyb self wouldn't shine through if he played lxc as well. welp! we'll never know! but man i wish someone would draw that