#will WANTS to go where hannibal leads

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

i read a hannigram fic last night where op decided it was an okay thing to mention vatsyayana and my brain chemistry is fucked now.

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Round 4

Propaganda

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

#Propaganda for Glenn Close: one of the other PCs mentions multiple times how hot he is #Actually several characters point it out but especially Henry #Also the only person in a podcast that has to put a disclaimer about not being a BDSM podcast to have had sex during the course of the show

We didn’t do hot Glenn summer for him to LOSE. Spoilers for his story but MORE PROPAGANDA FOR YOU:

Young hot rocker dilf

Loyal to his dead wife <3

Does in fact smoke weed

BARD!! HES A BARD. HE WAS LEAD GUITAR IN HIS BAND (that he was kicked out of)

His band was a Christmas cover band btw.

Literally the fandom had hot Glenn summer which consisted of drawing him being incredibly hot and sexy

Anti government (ofc)

Kind of cringefail (Disney adult) (was on dilfs of disneyland)

Young and sexy not your style? Then how about HIM AFTER YEARS LOCKED IN A TIME PRISON WITH A DAMN HANNIBAL MASK ??

Lost an eye and wears a fucking eyepatch

One incredibly buff arm

Has a pet rat named after his son <3

Immeasurable amounts of trauma in this man- becomes progressively more unhinged

OH OLD HUMAN BARD ISNT CUTTING IT? FINE

HE BECOMES A FUCKING DEMON

A COOL HOT ONE-EYED DEMON WHO WANTS TO KILL HIS DAD (also sexy)

HE CANONICALLY ENDS CHRISTIAN HELL VIA CHRISTMAS

IS ALSO WAY OVERLEVELED

Becomes a demon hunter for the rest of his existence

Also nonwhite !!! We are done with cringefail whiteboys !!!!!!!!!

I can’t put into words ok just know he is the best plz love him.

Listen, I don't know this other character but I've seem some good arguments for her However Consider Glenn Close winning through no effort of his own in a bullshit way despite being a dick is the most in character thing ever. He leveled up three times and got a crab mech, we GOT to give him this win, it's fitting

I don’t regulate if minors follow me or not bc I’m a pretty chill space but I hope the world is aware that’s the only reason I haven’t been downright nasty about Glenn close. I’m down bad. I’m NOT in the boat of ‘Glenn isn’t sexy but I want him to win bc it’s my fandom’. I would estimate I have 200+ drawings of Glenn on my phone that AREN’T safe for work. Way more that are. Where did they come from? That’s MY business. But I tell you this fact to assure you- Glenn IS sexy. I’m not voting to represent my fandom I’m voting out of TRUTH AND LOVE. IF YOU DON’T GET IT YOU DON’T GET IT!!! I just think my level of feral over this man is more powerful than y’all realize. If you don’t get his sex appeal that’s okay, but don’t doubt that this is my truth.

Okay but Glenn made a minivan cum by talking to her so

HE HAS A BOOK THAT HE MARKS X’S AND CHECKS FOR EVERY DAY TO SEE IF THAT DAY WAS A SUCCESS OR NOT. TO SEE IF HE DID GOOD THAT DAY. ITS ALMOST ENTIRELY X’S. HE WAS CUCKED OUT OF A SON. AND A DEAD WIFE. HE DIDN’T EVEN GET TO KILL HIS DAD IN REVENGE. There’s absolutely nothing going for him except his sex appeal in his life. Nobody he loved remembers him. He lost his eye. All he has is a pet rat and friends who admit they don’t really like him that much. He was kicked out of his own band. The band was named after him. He was kicked out of the Glenn Close trio. All he could do was deez nuts the big bad and be sexy. If nothing else, then pity him. Look in his eyes. Look at his heart and soul. Do you think pickman needs this to feel good about herself? Can she not accept a loss for the sake of a pathetic father? Can she shake hands with the minivan fucker and his human gun and just take the L on this one? He did not do the BDSM episode for this I’ll tell you what. Do this for my his sake. Do it for Nick Jr, who needs the prize money to pay for his rat snacks. Do it for his son. For Morgan. Ganbatte.

Mod Note: While I will still take "bad dads are sexy" propaganda and "bad dads aren't sexy" anti-propaganda, I kindly request no more discussion on whether or not he was a bad father. This is a sexypoll, not a parentingpoll. If you see a post you strongly disagree with, you can just not reblog it.

Mod Note 2: This tournament is about fictional podcast characters. Please do not vote for the real actress Glenn Close.

Lup (The Adventure Zone: Balance):

Is somehow the hot twin between her and Taako

Lup Bluejeans (née... Taaco? Tacco? Taco? Tako? who tf knows this is why I'm going with her husband's last name. doylistly she gets her last name from her brother whose last name is given as "Taako again but spelled differently"): Hot, funny, smart and undead. Is there anything else you could want in a woman?? Well, in case there is: she's also canonically trans

LUP IS THE HOTTEST. VOTE LUP.

[theyungihven]

DUMB DUMB ⁕ SAN

KINKTOBER EVENT

☆ pairing: serial killer san x female reader

⁂ KINKS : bondage, spanking

☆ genre: dark romance, smut

☆ warnings: spanking, mention of murder, morally grey main lead, cursing

☆ word count: who cares

☆ synopsis : he is your murder boyfriend who returns home and walks in onto you fucking yourself on the dildo tied to a human sized teddy bear. so he ties you up with rope as a punishment and edges you, not letting you come till you beg him like an obedient pet

Moans spew from your mouth as they travel to the living from the bedroom and san walks into the house, hanging his coat on the coat hanger and takes off his shoes.

He hears the sounds coming from the bedroom and chuckles, a smirk on his face as he stands in the hallway. He slowly strides towards the door, pushing it open without knocking.

You're too indulged in your own pleasure that you don't notice the door opening and him walking in. His eyes widen as he notices the scene unfolding in front of him.

You sit on top of the teddy bear as you bounce up and down. His smirk grows wider, and he leans against the frame of the door, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

His eyes trail down your body and he notices something....a blue glass dildo strapped to the waist of the teddy bear with a harness? "My, my, what do we have here…?"

You turn around, your head still hazy from the rush of hormones and lust fogging your brain only to look at your boyfriend leaning against the door frame as he eyes you up and down with a smirk. "honey….i can explain…"

He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He strides further into the room, closing the door behind him. "By all means, darling, do explain. I can't wait to hear this."

You take in a deep breathe, getting off the teddy bear as you lift yourself off the dildo and collapse on the bed beside the giant fluff toy "we agreed on something but you were late so i had to do something."

He chuckles softly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He runs his fingers through his hair, looking at you intently. "Ah, yes. I do remember something about that. And what was it, exactly, that we agreed on again?"

"honey today is halloween." you yell, "we agreed on you dressing up as hannibal lecter and me pretending to be your patient whom you lure sexually to be your victim as my psychiatrist." you huff and look at the floor in disappointment. "i didn't expect this from you." you get off and start to walk away.

He watches you as you get off the bed and start to walk away. A smile forms on his lips, and he stands up, catching up to you in a few strides and grabbing your arm, turning you to face him. "Hold on a minute, darling. Where do you think you're going?"

"you forget promises, you pay." His smirk widens.

He grabs your waist with one hand, pulling you closer to him. "Oh, I never forget promises, love. And I have a feeling you're going to be rather…punished for your impatience."

You gulp down your saliva nervously as you look up at him "but- but i didn't do anything." He smirks.

His grip on your waist tightens slightly as he pulls you even closer, his body pressed flush against yours. "Oh, but you did, darling. You know what happens when you don't wait, when you don't follow rules?"

"there were no rules, san." His grip tightens on you. He grins, his grip on you only tightening even further, almost to the point of being painful.

His voice is low, a hint of menace in his tone. "No rules, hm? Well, I think it's about time I enforce a few. You're not going anywhere, darling. You--"

You wince at the painstaking grip. "i am going. cuz i can't be with a man that doesn't respect me and can't keep his word." His smile only widens, as he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him.

"Oh, I don't think so, love. You're not going anywhere. You're mine, and I'm not letting you out of my sight. You can struggle all you want, but you-"

"san." His smirk falters for a moment, but his grip on you doesn't loosen.

"Darling, you're the one spoiling the mood. You're the one who couldn't wait patiently, who had to start things without me."

"we can talk this out i guess."

He loosens his grip slightly, his eyes searching yours. "Fine, then. Let's talk. But you're not leaving this room until we're done talking, understood?"

"yes."

His hands move upwards, grabbing your face. "yes,what?"

"yes,si-sir." He smiles, hearing the slight submissive note in your voice, and leads you back towards the bed, sitting down on the edge.

"Good girl." He pats his lap, gesturing for you to sit down.

You sit on his lap, looking down at the floor in your white lace lingerie. He grins, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer against him. "Look at you. So beautiful, so…. All dressed up in lace and waiting for me to come home."

"i'm sorry i was just sad and one thing lead to another" He runs his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle.

"I understand, love. But you should know better than to start things like that without me." his tone sends shivers down your spine.

"it's just a toy. sorry?" you look at him with puppy eyes and a frown. He chuckles, running his thumb over your cheek.

"You're adorable when you pout like that, you know. But it won't work this time, love. You need to learn a lesson about patience and obedience."

"nooo, please" you protest.

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice low and commanding. "Yes, darling. You need to be punished. You need to remember that you belong to me, and you need to learn to wait for me. Understood?"

"but it's halloween"

He grabs your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "I don't care what day it is. When I give you a command, you obey. And right now, I'm commanding you to take your punishment like a good girl."

"yes" a frown laces your lips as i get tear-eyed.

He chuckles, his thumb wiping away a tear that rolls down your cheek. "Good girl. I know you can be obedient when you want to be."

He pats his lap again. "Now, come here. I need you over my knee."

He grins, and pulls you onto his lap, positioning you over his knee. He runs his hand over your bare thighs, his touch gentle but firm. "Now, I'm going to give you a choice, love. How many spanks do you think you deserve for your impatience?"

"one?" He chuckles, his hand resting on your bottom.

"One, hmm? I think we can do better than that. How about five, then? For five times that you didn't wait for me as I told you to."

"i deserve it" regret laces your tone. His hand squeezes your bottom gently, and he nods.

"Yes, you do. But you want to be a good girl for me, don't you? You want to make me happy?"

you nod. He smiles, his hand coming down on your bottom with a soft smack. "Good. Then you'll take your spanks like a good girl and you'll do your best to learn your lesson, won't you?"

"y-yes" He spanks you again, this time a bit harder.

"Good. You're being so good for me, darling. I'm proud of you. But you can take a little more, can't you?"

"yes i can" He spanks you again, a little harder this time, and then twice in quick succession.

"That's my good girl. Taking your punishment so well. I know it's hard, but you're doing so well."

Tears lace your cheeks so he pulls you up from his lap and onto his lap instead, his arms wrapping around you. "Shhh, it's okay, love. I know it hurts, but you're doing so well. I'm so proud of you." He runs his fingers through your hair, his voice soft and comforting.

"im so sorry i didn't mean to." He gently wipes away the tears from your cheeks with his thumb.

"I know, darling. I know. You were just impatient, and you didn't mean to be naughty. But you need to learn, don't you? So you can be a good girl and make me happy?"

You nod, moving closer to him.

His fingers run through your hair, and he kisses your forehead gently. "Good girl. You're my good girl, and I love you. But disobedience won't be tolerated. Understood?" He lifts your chin up, his eyes meeting yours. There's a hint of possessiveness in his gaze, a sense of ownership. "You're mine, darling. Mine to love, mine to discipline. And I take good care of what's mine, don't I?" you weakly smile and he smirks, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer against him.

"That's right. I take very good care of you, don't I? And I'll always make sure you're safe and happy, even when you misbehave. But I do expect obedience from you, darling."

"i know i'm sorry." He smiles, his hand caressing your cheek.

"I know you are, darling. And I forgive you. But don't let it happen again, understand? You need to be a good girl and wait for me, even when it's hard. Can you do that for me?" you nod. He grins, his fingers tracing over your jawline.

"That's my good girl. You're such a good girl for me. I know you can be obedient when you want to be, and I know you want to make me happy. But don't forget who's in charge. I'm your dominant, your master, and you're my property. Understood?"

"yes."

"yes what, darling?"

"yes,sir." He smiles, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.

"Good. That's my good girl. And you know what happens to disobedience, don't you? You get punished, just like today. And I don't like punishing you, darling. I prefer to reward you, but I will discipline you when it's necessary."

[valtsv]

was thinking about this earlier but the dynamic of cannibalism being associated with high society and the culinary elite (hannibal comes to mind specifically) while also simultaneously being associated with the socially isolated and economically impoverished (as in texas chainsaw massacre) is so interesting to me i want to read 10 million books on why it happens so much in media....

i can only speak from a place of personal opinion and general knowledge, because i haven't read that many papers or in-depth studies on cannibalism, but i think it often comes down to an interesection between the themes of the story you're telling and class structures and divisions. cannibalism is a compelling form of narrative symbolism because it's undeniably impactful and hard to ignore. when portrayed as a practice associated with the culinary and social upper class, it might be used as a critique of the rich and powerful and their lack of ethics and willingness to consume and destroy others for their own self-interest by showing them literally preying on and consuming their victims, or a horror story/cautionary tale about how having everything can lead you to never be satisfied and turn to increasingly extreme measures to feel like life is worth living, or a dark fantasy of indulgence and excess. when associated with the poor, marginalized and isolated, it's often based in bigotry and harmful stereotypes of the "primitive" "inhuman" "savage" "other", however it might also function as a revenge fantasy where the most oppressed and exploited members of society turn on their oppressors and take "eating the rich" to its most literal extreme, exposing the fragility of class divisions and pointing out that those in positions of social and economic power are hardly the mythic titans their propaganda tries to make them out to be, but ultimately just as mortal and made of flesh and blood as any other human being, and not immune to being dragged down from their position at the top of the food chain and torn to pieces by the crowd (as well as reminding the audience of their own fragile mortality and precarious position in the social order, and the humanity we all share in common - however cannibalism often divides the perpetrators from both their victims and the audience, so this is rarer than the other interpretations mentioned).

cannibalism and power often go hand in hand. cannibalism has historically been used as both a means of displaying your power over defeated opponents and delivering a final, humiliating blow to their image by consuming their flesh, and a means of othering and dehumanizing your opponent by portraying them as the cannibalistic monster.

both the very rich and very poor also tend to be perceived as more distant from the people who make and consume these stories, making them easier to project fiction onto and transform into symbols and narrative devices (or, in the worst cases, dehumanize) than those who occupy the same social spheres as the creator. they can be held at an arm's length without discomfort and, depending on the target audience, may be a source of fascination due to the differences in their lived experiences. it adds to the fantasy, and makes any inaccuracies, exaggerations and fabrications feel more plausible because the majority of the audience probably don't have any personal experiences of being in those positions to draw on.

[turtle--soup]

Okay.

I have not seen ROTTMNT yet, but I've picked up some stuff from just floating around the fandom. Something I've learned, which is discussed in this post here, is that Rise Leo is generally considered - and considers himself the 'Face Man' of the team. (GIFs below are swiped from the linked post by @risestarkiss - I couldn't find them in tumblr's gif search function...)

Anyway. This is interesting to me because I am, for my sins, also a fan of The A-Team.

(I promise this is going somewhere! If you want to find out where I'm going with this, I'll put the rest of the post under a cut because it got a little long...)

For those of you unfamiliar with The A-Team, it's a (very silly) 80s TV series about a group of Vietnam War veterans who are on the run from the government after being convicted of a crime they didn't commit. The four of them spend their lives in hiding, making a living by using their combat skills to help people in need.

Here they are:

Left: Colonel John 'Hannibal' Smith, leader of the team, brains of the outfit and most likely to have become an evil mastermind in an alternate timeline.

Right: Sergeant B.A. Baracus. Nicknamed 'Bad Attitude' due to his lack of patience for bullshit, B.A. is the resident tough guy but also an absolute teddy bear of a man, and is always ready to help people, especially children and the elderly.

Left: Captain H.M. 'Howling Mad' Murdock is the team's pilot and can fly just about anything. As his nickname suggests, he's considered a bit eccentric and is a silly kind of guy. (He's also a permanent resident of a psychiatric hospital but let's not get into that right now.)

Right: Lieutenant Templeton Peck. His role in the team is to provide them with whatever they need, whether that be vehicles, weapons, tools or access to places. He usually achieves this using his charm and wit, gaining him the nickname 'Face Man.'

Okay, so bearing these descriptions in mind, look at Leo's dialogue in this GIF:

I'm assuming that Donnie is the brainy guy, Raph is the smashy guy, and Mikey is the 'eats peanut butter with his fingers guy'. And Leo is the Face Man. That's his role.

But these descriptions fit the members of The A-Team too. Hannibal is the brainy guy, B.A. is the smashy guy, Murdock is the guy who absolutely eats peanut butter with his fingers (while maintaining unbroken eye contact throughout). And then there's Face.

How is this in any way relevant?

Well.

It just so happens that someone else is a fan of The A-Team...

Of course the Mirage turtles watched The A-Team! It was a popular show in the mid-80s, and you have to admit - they do have a lot in common, being four guys fighting injustice from the shadows and all... The A-Team even have a friend on the outside who helps them out - Amy Allen.

She's a reporter. Like someone else we know...

But which of the Mirage turtles in the image above is suggesting they should watch The A-Team?

According to this bio card from 1990 that coincides with the 1987 series...

... it might be Leo!

Was this intentional on the part of the Rise writers? I don't know!

Is it relevant? Probably not!

Does this tentative link between these two silly 80s series make me ridiculously happy? Yes!

Was this entire post just leading up to this? Yeah... sorry...

I like to think that the link is intentional. I've heard that Rise makes reference to other iterations of TMNT, as they all do. I would just personally love it if someone on the team wanted to draw parallels between these two series on purpose!

Anyway.

I just noticed that and really needed to get it off my chest! Thank you to everyone who stuck with this longer-than-intended post right to the end! 💙💜❤🧡

[pesky--dust]

We all laugh (or get annoyed) at Jack for being stupid. I do it myself, but let me stand up for him right now.

Let me start quite obviously: Jack had no ill intentions when he brought Will Graham into the FBI's work. He was convinced that Will could save lives and was ready to support him in that — he wanted Alana Bloom to be his psychological support, and when she refused, he went to the psychiatrist she recommended — Hannibal Lecter.

Yes, I'm annoyed myself with how he keep putting pressure on Will (e.g. episode Coquilles: "You go back to your classroom and there’s more killing that you could have prevented, it will sour that classroom forever") and his way of thinking, which he admitted to Hannibal Lecter in Buffet froid, which I will show with a fragment of the script of the said episode:

(that feeling when you agree with cannibalistic serial killer)

It was after Coquilles in which Will said that he want to quit because it is bad for him, so no Jack, I don't think Will feels the same way.

But this post was supposed to be a defense of Jack Crawford, so let's get back on topic.

Jack didn't know the truth about Hannibal, he didn't know that Will had autoimmune encephalitis, and he had no reason not to believe Hannibal that what was wrong with Will was psychological. After all, Dr. Lecter was the psychiatrist recommended to him! And Jack had every right to believe that Hannibal was giving Will the psychological help he needed in his work with the FBI.

And Hannibal prepared the ground for the version that Will has a mental disorder. The story that Hannibal presented made sense: due to his empathy disorder, Will began to believe that he was G.J. Hobbs and continued his work, ultimately taking the life of his daughter.

Jack recruited Will to work with the FBI, believing in his abilities, but Hannibal made him believe that the job had broken Graham mentally. And it's not unusual for disappointed patients to blame their therapists, so it would be quite a natural turn of events for Will to start claiming that Hannibal is the copycat killer, just to avoid being the one to blame. And there was no evidence against Hannibal, because he took care of it.

And now let me focus on the episode titled Yakimono.

Miriam Lass turned out to be alive. Hannibal's partial fingerprint was found at the place where she was held! And on top of that, Dr. Chilton referenced a cannibalistic joke he heard from Hannibal! And Jack ignored it all!!!

But are you sure? In my opinion, he was already planning to use Will again. I think Jack started to suspect something when Beverly Katz was murdered. In Futamono, he tested the food served at Hannibal's party. No human flesh was found there. With Yakimono though, Will's honey pot act in regards of Hannibal begins.

And my theory may seem to make no sense to you, but let me dig into it.

Let me show you a deleted scene from Kaiseki which I find particularly important, crucial one, here:

Tl;dr: Hannibal is social anti social, Will can shape him somehow, because Hannibal believes that Will is as unique as him himself.

Which leads to the conclusion that…

To catch Hannibal, the FBI must take advantage of his weakness towards Will.

And during his honey pot act, Will was still working with Jack, so why wouldn't Jack trust him? However, in Mizumono, Will called Hannibal, warning him, which led to the bloodbath, so why, even after hearing in Aperitivo that Will wanted to run away with Hannibal and a part of him would always want to (Dolce), did Jack continue to trust him? I think it was because Jack thought Will blamed himself for Abigail's death and since he was trying so hard to be a parent to her, he thought that if he ran away with Hannibal, Abigail would be still alive. And in the end, Will "got" Hannibal arrested, right?

Why did Jack allow Hannibal's fake escape in The Wrath of the Lamb and involved Will in that?

In my opinion it connects with the paragraph from earlier. Three years had passed, Will had gotten married, adopted his wife's son, so he had mentally recovered from the bloodbath and the death of his surrogate daughter, right? He told Jack he was really happy, right?

Will may have warned Hannibal and wanted to run away with him, but he was the reason Hannibal was caught. Three years have passed and Will has gotten himself together. In front of Jack he was playing (at least partially) about how he doesn't want to be drawn into the "game" he was playing with Hannibal again, he warned Molly that when he came back he would be different (he didn't come back), he said Alana that seeing Hanniabal for the first time in three years made him feel like Hannibal was looking through to the back of his skull; felt like a fly flitting around in there (... and the Woman Clothed with the Sun), he assured her that he wouldn't let Hannibal into his head again. Will seemed to be traumatized by all this. Up until...

This is the scene where Will is in Jack's office watching what the Dragon has done to Chilton (The Number of the Beast is 666). He looks terrified, panicked, and then suddenly… he becomes sort of relaxed, calm? Would you agree with that? I guess so. But have you ever noticed that there is a transition between these two reactions? It is in front of Jack and Alana that he is terrified, in front of Bedelia he is calm and admits to her that maybe he exposed Chilton to the Dragon on purpose because he actually hates him (just like in the book, although in the book he set Freddy Lounds up to the Dragon).

Will played in front of Jack until the end. Even when suggesting using Hannibal as bait, Will pretends he's not 100% sure it will work, even though he already had a deal with Francis Dolarhyde (The Wrath of the Lamb). It was us as the audience who knew this, not Jack.

I think that Jack believed Will, because he wanted to; it was his way of trying to rehabilitate himself after what Will had to go through because of him because Jack didn't believe him from the beginning that Hannibal was the Copycat. I think that after it turned out that Hannibal was not only the Copycat Killer, but also the Chesapeake Ripper, Jack decided to never doubt Will's abilities again. And that doomed him, just as Kade Prunnell and Alana Bloom predicted.

[samalong1]

I’m not sure if you take requests but could you do Hannibal or hannigram (your choice!) with a darling who eats a lot? Like they’ll eat four times their weight in food and still have room for dessert?

Of course I'm doing Hannibal cause I'm bad with throuples.

Hannibal x hungry reader

While his cooking is plentiful between meals he doesn't really have snacks

He never really was a snack person so he just has food for cooking

This'll probally just make you eat more at meals

At meals he loves to watch you eat how "feral" you get by his cooking

He loved to cook for you. With you he can cook more dishes and not have to worry about leftovers going bad (or even having any)

At parties and such he requests you keep it on the tamer side

He asks that you subtly get seconds when the event has died down so you won't get in caterers way and draw attention

Also not to eat like a animal

You don't need to know the difference between 20 forks but please atleast use one

While he's stricter at parties any guest who comments on your absurd eating habits. He'd happily feed them to you

I don't think he really does dessert or baking

If you behave he may get some stuff strictly for dessert

He'll occasionally feed you in sensual moments

Him gently holding your chin as he slowely shifts the fork into your mouth letting you taste the liver of the man that winked at you and dared whistle at you

He won't leave the table till your done eating as he won't want to be rude

Often he'll be sipping wine as he watches you eat your 3rd plate

He'll try and make more filling dishes

But after realizing that you just like to eat and aren't always hungry he'll change his tactic

He diesnt believe in diet culture but does know that too much of any food can have side effects and that you need variety

He'll cook "snacks"(that are just mini meals you have throughout the day) with thst in mind

Of course his mire vulgar cuts of meat are hidden well. Tucked deep into the freezer so you won't find it when searching for stray icecream

Few will/Hannigan hcs

Will reuses butter cookie tins for his fish hook and lines often leading to your betrayel

Hannibal won't buy snack foods but Will would. But he'll eat some himself if there is any after you open the container

Will probslly shops at Costco for your eating habits

Hannigram once pulled a joke where they added more and more salt to your food over time

[grasshopperdoingdogpaddle]

The chi-swapped versions of the characters work by removing the larger chunk of the user's chi, but doesn't actually add anything that wasn't already there.

It's interesting how the things they say are genuine thoughts in the back of their mind or stewing in the corner of their hearts.

Heylin Omi

"When I tried to lead, no one would follow. When I tried to speak, no one would listen. Only one person stood by me, believed in me, and trusted me. That is where I choose to go."

"I have no time to rest. I must fight. If only I did not have to sleep. I could fight 7-24. Hyah! Hyah!"

"As long as I get to fight, fight, fight!"

Good Omi

"Hello, my wonderful friends!"

"Yes, but it is not bigger than the joy I feel towards all of you! If I had arms, I would give you all a hug. If I had legs, I would leap for joy!"

good Jack

"Omi! I missed you so!"

"I say go for it! I know you guys can't lose! Because you have good on your side! And when you have good, you've got the world on a string!"

"Wouldn't want anything to happen to my number one guy (Master Fung)! Mwah!"

"Oh, Jack. It’s so good to see you! No, no, no. You don’t wanna go in there. That’s where Hannibal Bean lives. The last thing you need are more bad influences."

"I’m afraid my evil side’s about to get into a whole lot of trouble."

"Bad Jack went to visit… Hannibal Bean! I told him not to, but does he listen to me? Nooooooo!"

Heylin Kimiko

"Once I have both Wu, it’s evil domination, baby!"

Good Wuya

"If I win, I’m opening a home for birds without nests."

I've talked at length about how you can see Omi's loneliness and isolation and the utter depths of devotion he's capable of in Heylin Omi, as well as the hyperactive bloodknight energy he always has. It also shows how much Omi really loves Chase. It shows us that deep down, all Omi wants is to be with someone who he feels loves, trusts, and believes in him.

And you can see the overwhelming adoration and love for his friends in good Omi, when he doesn't have his other half to stifle how much he wants to gush over them. This half of Omi doesn't even mind comments about the size of his head.

Heylin Kimiko reveals that world domination is apparently just in the back of Kimiko's mind on a daily basis. She's a rich kid so nothing too out of the ordinary there.

Good Wuya reveals that Wuya likes birds, which is consistent with how good she is Ying-Ying and how she played nice with Chase's crow.

But Good Jack probably reveals the most about himself, I think.

Jack apparently believes that good always triumphs over evil, and he's genuinely worried about how many bad influences he has in his life. He's somewhat fond of the monks and prefers Omi good rather than evil.

And there's Good Jack's attachment to Master Fung, "his number one guy".

I don't think Jack already had this admiration for Master Fung buried deep down, of course. I think this is another show of how Jack really wants to cling to an older role model in his own alignment.

Good Jack idolizes Master Fung in the exact same way Regular Jack idolizes Hannibal, Chase, and Klofange (until he found out Klofange was wasn't evil and idolized Dyris instead.)

[morningstarbee]

opening my mouth to talk about season 2 again

so like, Hannibal frames Will for his own murders

and Will's only choice is to act in self-defense, and point to Hannibal

this backfires, of course, because Hannibal is well-respected and Will is allegedly off his fucking rocker. it makes Will look even more insane.

but, also, Hannibal is put in an interesting position. where he's trying to act like Will's friend by supporting him, but also Will's leading theory as to who framed him is Hannibal himself. so his solution is to go with Alana's defense of course, that Will did do the murders, but he was basically acting in a murder trance state and Hannibal was just the closest person to accuse. he spends the first half of the season trying to gaslight Will into accepting that he did commit the murders.

it's so fucking funny to me, because Hannibal's official stance in will's trial is basically:

It's also hilarious to me how he's balancing "it's so terrible what happened to Will and I support him and want to help him clear his name" with "okay I know he keeps insisting, repeatedly, vehemently that I'm the real culprit, but I promise it's not me haha"

and then when he ultimately decides to free Will and starts trying to set up the murders that will clear Will's name, he has to do it carefully, under the scrutiny of the FBI who are now directly aware of his potential guilt

like his Dr. Hannibal Lecter persona has to stay pristine, but he also needs to clearly paint guilt on the Copycat/Chesapeake Ripper persona

[fangirlingpuggle]

Very dumb Xiaolin Showdown AU/fic prompt where Dashi, comes back.

A new Wu reveals itself and everyone searches for it and when they activate it suddenly Dashi just appears falling over and dropping a can of soda like 'yeah that didn't go to plan may have fucked up there.... hey Dojo I got the soda' just Dashi tried experiment with Wu and fucked up and got trapped until it reactivated and then is just there chilling.

Guan shows up and is so happy his friend is alive but also... he knows Dashi.

When the next showdown happens Wuya is there and Guan is just paling like 'oh fuck' mostly everyone is confused like yeah she's Dashi's nemesis 'why are you worried with beat Wuya loads and she doesn't have all her powers it'll be fine right?' Guan just gives a pained look no idea how to explain....that.

The 2 start a showdown just them and it's banter and then Wuya getting upset 'I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD YOU BASTARD' and things start to get weird... Jack and the dragons are looking between each other like WTF...Dojo is paling as repressed memories are coming back and Chase basically teleports next to Omi covering his eyes just before Wuya and Dashi start making out.

Jack and the dragons jaws are on the ground other than Omi who has no idea what's happening because Chase is not letting his apprentice have to deal with this than you very much.

Somewhere in the distance they can hear Hannibal's cry of 'KNEW IT' Guan is signing in defeat 'Everyone knew it this isn't a surprise'. Then they realize it's not stopping. '...Dojo make the showdown stop..Dojo... DOJO'

That's the start of it slowly everyone realizes Dashi is not just a grand master dragon... he's is a fucking chaos gremlin who puts the world in danger as much as he saves it, it's no wonder he's so good at saving the world since he's always doing it cleaning up his own messes.

The whole hiding the wu they realize is less Dashi's decision and more everyone else's decision of making him put his objects of chaos out of reach, just putting his toys on the top shelf to stop him blowing up reality for 5 minutes.

All the other older monks at the temple decide to go on a long pilgrimages away form the temple and Dashi, and instead there's just Wuya chilling there they think she's moved in... no one wants to ask because that raises more questions... no one wants them answered.

Dashi's chaos is back in full swing and the next 'Ooops kick started end of the world event Chase shows up scoops up Omi like 'Not making him clean up Dashi's mess he's here he can do it himself taking my kid-I MEAN APPRENTICE home til Dashi has unfucked the universe' Fung wants to argue for a moment before taking a look at Dashi running into the vault yelling 'IT'S OK I CAN FIX THIS' while Wuya can't stop laughing and decides all the dragons can have a week or 2 at home... they've earned it.

Also as Wuya and Dashi have stopped any subterfuge and subtly and the whole good vs evil has now become more everyone vs Dashi's chaos Chase throws subtly out the window and is there with Omi like 'This is my son if anything happens to him I will destroy the world in a way not even Dashi's most powerful toys can fix'

Dashui: I TAKE THAT AS A CHALLENGE BRING IT ON CHASE

Guan:DASHI NO!

Which leads to Chase being around the temple more or taking Omi back to his palace because 'He is not a signing a permission slip for Omi to be involved in Dashi's latest shitshow' even though Omi is totally ready to jump into the portal to oblivion Dashi made to save the world'.

However, he sometimes gets sucked into saving the world (mix of Dasshi and Wuya teasing and Omi puppydog eyes)...as does Wuya because of reasons she will not say but her and Dashi are smirking at each other so no one is asking, they do NOT want to know. Which leads to them seeing the old dragons of their elements kicking ass and leads to all of the dragons starry eyed and demanding/pleading to know more moves and teach me how you did that please!!

Kimiko is borderline threatening Guan to teach her to make fire weapons like he did, Raimundo is near begging Dashi for the mountain cutting wind slash ability he used and flight ability, Omi is already being taught by Chase. Clay is trying to figure out how to get Wuya to teahc him some earth abilities.

Clay: Why did mine have to be an evil varmint

Dojo: I mean Omi's is too

Clay:...

Clay: That's is his pa Dojo

Dashi when not being a chaos gremlin is teasing all his friends, especially Guan and Chase because all this time and you 2 still aren't together .

Guan: Dashi he has tried to kill be many times

Dashi:...yeah...and?

Guan:....

Guan:I realized who I was speaking to after I said it

He also teases Guan about being a deadbeat dad and not spending time with Chase and his son, Guan is trying very hard to set his friend on fire.

Dashi has got Omi involved and Omi is so excited to have both his heroes spending time with him and neither can say no to him. Dashi and Wuya are watching all this giggling with popcorn.

Dojo: How mcuh of this is you wanting to help them and how much is just for your amusement

Dashi:... like 60, 40 split...which way i'm not to sure though.

Bonus: it is collectively agreed by everyone that Jack and Dashi can not spend time together Jack once asked about how the shen gong wu were made and about mechs and kaiju and everyone all has to drag them apart after they started talking... no one is allowed to give Dashi anymore ideas.

[anotherpjofan]

Ok wait what if new rome had a policy where swordfighting is like a social club until 21 which is when you have to be a legit part of the military till like 30 instead of having child soldiers. So then you'll have a 29 year old Reyna convinced Percy is a god cause a) he's carrying Juno, the first god in new rome in like 500 years and b) he's a child but then Juno introduces him as the son of Neptune and Reyna's all like

Reyna: Why are you here

Percy: To deliver lazy ass old ladies *jazz hands*

Reyna *muttering I hate kids*: Why aren't you in school

Percy: School's a bitch

Throughout the whole first week Reyna is desperately trying to make Percy go to school in New Rome which leads to the following incidents in no particular order

a) he kidnaps Hannibal the elephant

b) somehow managed to sneak out of school multiple times

c) organises a protest with the other teens

d) defeats Ovtavian (who's 32) in a swordfight in less than a minute

Poor Reyna's losing her mind. She already lost her fellow praetor and now she had to deal with a teenager who was acting out

this is when Mars shows up ofc and personally requests Percy to be on the quest and everyone's like...he's a kid???

Percy: I thought you'd be glad to be rid of me

Reyna: That doesn't mean I want a child to go on a deadly quest???

Percy *indignantly*: I'm almost 18... I think I still don't have my memories

[t3acupz]

An interesting detail I just noticed in Mizumono is when Will asks Abigail “where is he?” and she motions that Hannibal is behind him, Will is caught off guard. He was still in shock at seeing that Abigail is alive and finding Alana hurt. He would have been easy to kill if Hannibal wanted to do so.

Earlier in the season we saw that Hannibal took off his shoes to silently sneak up on Miriam and over power her. He had the exact same opportunity with Will but he let Will turn around (while holding a gun) to face him.

They both knew that neither one was a real threat. The fact that Will tipped off Hannibal and thus saved his life was confirmation to Hannibal that Will wanted to go with him but a small part of him still held back.

Then in season 3, Jack tells Will to cut out the part that wanted to leave with Hannibal. What really happened was Hannibal cut out (literally and figuratively) the part of Will that kept him from escaping together. Jack doesn’t realize that the love that Will had for Hannibal after recovered from the gutting superseded any desire to capture him for the FBI.

Will’s only goal at that point was to find Hannibal no matter where it would lead him because of his regret of not choosing Hannibal in the first place.

[atlasscrumpit]

Hannibal/Will!Platonic Reader

(The first kill is always the hardest)

Will and Hannibal had expected something like this to happen, after all you'd been raised by a serial killer.

You stood in the front door of your house as Will stared at you in shock, seeing you covered in blood.

"Y/N... Are you hurt?" He asked, taking your hand and gently leading you inside.

"No..." You whispered as he nodded.

"Hannibal!" He called out as Will looked over you, making sure you were injured.

"I killed someone." You whispered with tears in your eyes.

Hannibal rushed downstairs to see you covered in blood.

"Where is the body?" He asked, barely even acknowledging your crying.

"In the woods." You muttered as you began to cry.

"How could you be so foolish!" He shouted as you flinched and cried even more.

"Hannibal, go deal with the body I'll deal with Y/N." Will demanded.

You told your father where to find the body before Will led you upstairs to the bathroom and began to fill up the tub.

He helped you out of your clothes and threw them on the floor, knowing he would have to burn them.

He helped you step into the tub and you just stared forward.

He began to scrub the blood off your skin.

"Was there a reason, sweetheart?" He asked as you watched his hands clean your skin.

"He kept trying to touch me... Even though I said no." You whispered as he nodded.

"It was self defence." He replied, you looked at him as he reached up and gently cleaned your face.

"I'm him...aren't I?" You whispered making Will sigh.

"No... Hannibal kills for the art, you killed to survive. There's a difference." He said as you nodded.

You loved both your fathers, but you never wanted to end up like either of them at the end of the day. 

“Dad…” You muttered as Will finished cleaning off your skin and look at you. 

“Yes, love?” He asked, he could see tears willing in your eyes again. 

“I don’t feel bad… Shouldn’t I feel bad?” You muttered as you began to cry. 

“Come on, darling. Let’s get you out of the tub and dried off and we’ll talk.”

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After drying off and getting changed you sat on the couch wrapped up in a blanket as Will handed you a cup of hot chocolate. 

He sat beside you as you stared down at the beverage. 

“Death and killing has been a part of your life since you can remember. You were raised by Hannibal and I after all. This boy tried to hurt you and you protected yourself, you don’t feel bad for it because deep down you know it’s better for him to be gone.” He explained as you nodded a little. 

“Dad will be angry, won’t he?” You asked in fear as Will wrapped him arm around you and let you cuddle into him.

"It's hard to tell with your father."

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You had fallen asleep on the couch when Hannibal came back.

Will walked over to him and stared at him.

"It's dealt with." He grumbled as Will sighed.

"It was violent and messy... After all I've taught her." Hannibal continued, he looked angry and Will didn't need him taking it out on you.

"That boy was trying to touch her and she protected herself. She wasn't thinking and did anything she could to make him stop. She is traumatised from this, do not be angry at her because she didn't make the kill to your liking." Will demanded, scolding his partner.

"I suppose you're right. She is my daughter that went through something scary..." He muttered, looking down in shame.

"I don't want her to be like me." Hannibal whispered as Will slowly leant in and hugged him.

It wasn't often they showed each other physical affection, but it felt needed.

"Dad?" They heard a voice say, turning to see you looking at them.

"I'm not angry with you, Y/N." Hannibal said as you let go of a breath you didn't realise you were holding.

He stepped forward and gently wrapped his arms around you, you smiled and hugged him in return.

"Let us forget about this day, shall we? Why don't I make your favourite?" He asked as you both leant away and he held your face in his hand.

"I'd really like that."

[misunderstood-m0nster]

I DREAM OF YOU

Clarice held her glass of champagne. She didn’t drink. Only held the glass in line with the V-shaped neckline of her dress. Still and stiff as she nodded along to the conversation which faded into the hum of Christmas songs that emanated around the hall from Crawford’s vinyl player. She was grateful when Ardelia joined them, she could entertain their suited co-worker with anecdotes of a normal life and judgements on holiday pay and time-off while Clarice could not recall his name. It wasn’t that she wanted to be rude and it wasn’t that she liked to be the hermit of the office but.. she gave a small laugh as she felt Ardelia’s elbow jut into her ribs. The champagne threatened to spill and she took a sip before downing it. The dull rush of the alcohol distracted her and she enjoyed the momentary numbness, she closed her eyes hoping that when she opened them she’d be waking up in her room to an early sunrise.  In the summer she rose with the dawn but now in the depth of winter she usually awoke in the pitch black, craving the light of the white, winter sun. Her eyes shot open however when she heard that name. 

‘Lecter?’ she asked softly, furrowing her eyebrows at the young analyst in the poorly ironed suit.  

‘Apologies Ms Starling’ he looked taken aback ‘I was just saying that it’ll be interesting to see if there are any further developments in the Hannibal Lecter case now that you're leading the investigation. I’m sure there will be.’

‘Oh thank you, I appreciate it and I hope so’ She bowed her head at him with a weary smile.

‘You could have told Crawford no to the job you know’ Ardelia joked but from their past conversations Clarice knew she was serious. Ardelia was right to be worried about her, she’d had a good job, she had been happy and content and successful. She’d even been in one or two semi-serious relationships. She always knew her trauma from Gumb and Lecter would never fully fade but until she’d started picking at the scab (thanks to her new job hunting Lecter) she hadn’t realised how much of it time had actually healed. For the first time in five years she felt the sting of those memories like a fresh wound, she couldn’t stop digging in her fingers and infecting it. Tarnishing her past and present all at once. In early November Crawford had received a letter from Lecter, ‘wishing you well’ and proclaiming that he was just ‘dying to visit’. Since then she’d felt his presence everywhere, his voice in the metallic whir of machinery, his figure in the shadows of dark hallways and his cold, electric touch in the night air. She looked at Ardelia to try to tune into the story she was telling to the small crowd that had gathered to listen. Her eyes drifted from the warm and vital expressions of her friend’s face to the window behind her as she noticed flecks of snow falling. It fell thicker and thicker until the white of the flakes equaled the black abyss of the night sky. Maybe she needed to go to bed, or maybe she was already dreaming but she could swear there was a small,wiry figure beyond the window pane, just beyond the flakes of snow. 

‘Excuse me’ She pardonded herself from the conversation and headed out of the hall. She walked past the phone where she’d last spoken to Lecter, five years ago. Until recently she’d been resigned to the fact that they would never talk again, perhaps she’d even been thankful of it. Now though her pace quickened at the thought of it. Her heels click, clicked faster and faster until she was outside and she realised what a fool she was. Her dress was already soaked and she could scarcely see for the snow in her hair and eyelashes and the darkness of the night. She stepped back inside and brushed herself down shamefully, two puddles formed as the water from her hair soaked into her dress and sent shivers down her spine. She saw a figure in her peripheral.

‘Hey Starling’ 

She looked up to see Ardelia spot lit in warm light from the open door to the hall. She began marching towards her causing Clarice to stand up straight.

‘Why the hell did you go out there?’ She exclaimed.

‘I just-’ She searched for an excuse.

‘Clarice I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you shouldn’t do this case if it’s going to affect you like this’ Ardelia was close to her now, holding her wrists earnestly in her gentle hands.

‘It’s not affecting me’ Clarice scoffed quietly but images of Jame Gumb’s writhing body and Kimberley’s still one resurfaced painfully. 

Ardelia’s expression was twisted and exasperated, of course she knew the truth.

‘I’m serious, I think I just need to sleep’ She wasn’t lying about this part, she’d been trembling from sleep deprivation all night.

‘Ok let’s go’ Ardelia held her arm and guided her like she was a sleep-walker. Clarice wanted to protest and tell her friend to enjoy the Christmas party but she knew there was no use and she also knew how much Ardelia hated entertaining boring men.

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here’s a little prelude to the one shot I’m writing for @whoeveniswren (who has some AMAZING clannibal ideas)

Sorry if the time line confuses anyone, I wrote it as an alternative time line with Jodie Foster’s Clarice set five years after SOTL

sorry I’ve been procrastinating it for so long, I’m working on the main part right now so if you like this hang in there ;)

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Slashers Love Languages

In which I go over some slashers love languages and why. :) Includes Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Lester Sinclair, Harry Warden, SoTL and NBC Hannibal.

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Thomas Hewitt

Quality Time ,, Thomas loves to spend time with you, whether it’s just by sitting in the same room to even doing the same activities. He just enjoys being around you and mentally pouts whenever he’s forced to move away.

Gift Giving ,, Thomas loves giving gifts to you, small trinkets he’ll find off his victims or around town. He’ll even try to make you some out of scrap metal and debris. He enjoys seeing your face light up whenever he gifted you something. It was a gratifying exchange.

Physical Affection ,, Although Thomas isn’t much of a physical guy, he does enjoy when you hug him or give him small kisses. The actions are always so sweet, it’s hard to not like them. He also enjoys giving affection, enjoying hugging you the most. He feels calm when he holds you, protective even.

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Michael Myers

Gift Giving ,, Michael isn’t a man of words or touch, instead, he prefers to show his affection through the form of gift giving. When he’s stalking his victims, he often steals some of their belonging to bring to you, objects he thinks you’ll like.

Quality Time ,, Alongside acts of service, Michael enjoys spending time with you. He likes knowing where you are, being aware of your current status in case anything might change. He doesn’t say this but your presence calms him in ways he’s never been calmed. Its odd for him at first, but he learns to accept it and take it as it is.

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Brahms Heelshire

Physical Affection ,, Brahms is a major physical person, always demanding attention in the form of hugs, kisses, or sometimes sex. He’s never been in a relationship before and has been starved of affection growing up, leaving him with a hunger that can rarely be fully satisfied. There is never a moment where Brahms isn’t touching you, even if the touch is small such as a hand gently holding the bottom of your shirt sleeve as he watches you cook.

Words of Affirmation ,, Brahms enjoys receiving words of affirmation. He enjoys being told he’s done something good. However, because he enjoys hearing those words so much, he assumes you would too, leading to him constantly affirming you with anything you do. Even if the action is pointless, Brahms will give you his approval. Even when you’re doing nothing, Brahms will give you his approval. Affirmations will spill from his lips more than they spill from yours.

Quality Time ,, Another love language of Brahms is quality time. He’s always scared that one day you’ll leave so he tries to stay near you as much as possible. He wants to hang out with, love you, for as long he can in case the worst comes to fruition.

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Hannibal Lector (NBC)

Quality Time ,, Hannibal enjoys hanging out with you, speaking and getting to understand how you work. You’ve always been a curios subject for him, one that he wants to study until he knows you from inside to out. Spending time with you is one of the major ways Hannibal is able to accomplish this.

Words of Affirmation ,, Hannibal likes telling you when you’ve done a good job, when you’ve excelled in something you thought against. He also enjoys singing you praises when you’re alone, small things to bring a smile to your face. He likes physical contact but prefers to verbally express his affection to you. After all, words are his strong suit.

Gift Giving ,, Whenever Hannibal kills someone, he’ll save a souvenir for you, one he’ll give to you as a token of his love and appreciation.

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Hannibal Lector (SOTL)

Acts of Service ,, Unlike the other Hannibal, this one prefers to provide you services instead of giving gifts. He enjoys helping you relax, taking stress off your shoulders, and more. He feels he needs to help you at time, still being mindful that you’re strong on your own. He wants to see you calm so he’ll provide any service he can to bring that want into play.

Words of Affirmation ,, Similarly to the NBC Hannibal, words of affirmation are a shared trait. Hannibal prefers to both receive and give words of affirmation. He likes to know that the love comes from both sides. If you don’t return his words, he’ll keep bugging you till you do.

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Harry Warden

Physical Affection ,, Harry enjoys physical affection as much as anyone else, however, he prefers it in a more domestic setting. He enjoys sleepy cuddles while making breakfast, good morning/goodnight kisses, laying next to you while watching movies, and the gentle kisses he’ll give you on your forehead before he leaves. He likes seeing you happy and you never fail to show your smile when he caresses your skin.

Acts of Service ,, Harry loves to give you massages after you come back from a long day at work. He likes receiving them, however, he enjoys rubbing the stress out of you back more. He doesn’t like the fact you work so hard, wanting to provide from himself. However, due to your circumstances, you’re forced to work till it feels like your back will break. Harry, wanting to provide for you, will massage your back till it feels brand new, no matter how tired his arms get.

Gift Giving ,, Another one of Harry’s love languages is gift giving. He likes gifting you jewelry, especially necklaces because he likes the way it looks against the skin of your neck. He also enjoys the way your face would light up at the new piece, you’re always so happy to wear the jewelry his buys you. He thinks it’s cute the ways your eyes will shine at the jewelry, it brings him joy and causes his heart to swell.

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Lester Sinclair

Gift Giving ,, Lester enjoys making little ornaments for you out of the remains of the animals. He’ll make necklaces and charms to hang on your belt. Whenever you wear his gifts, a mixture of pride and love will swell within him at the sight of you appreciating the gifts he crafted for you.

Quality Time ,, Outside of hunting, Lester is a sucker for quiet snuggles. He enjoys laying down with his head in your chest, you’re arms wrapped firmly around him. He likes to know that you’re laying right below him, happy to hold him as he rests his eyes after a long day of hunting. He deeply enjoys it when you rub his back, something that practically gets him purring like a cat.

Physical Affection ,, Lester is a major physical guy, enjoying anything as long as it means he gets to hold you, kiss you, or anything that allows him just to touch you. The mere contact of his skin against yours is enough to calm him. Whenever you move away, he deeply craves your touch until you allow him to touch you again.

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That’s all for today. See you again soon <3

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[hannibals-favourite-meal]

.⋆｡$3.74｡⋆.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x plus size reader

You just want to take him away from all this

Warnings: took inspiration from Family Guy but made it better, spit, vague implications of prostitution, fluff, crack humour?

WC: 496

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

You were drunk. And horny. And your very attractive LT was right there. And Soap had just made some offhand comment about how the whole squad would do heinous things for money (which was technically true since the army paid ass).

“Hey Ghost.” You hiccupped as you approached the huge man. His brown eyes flicked to you and you could see the way his balaclava moved as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Sargent.” He responded in his usual gruff tone but that didn’t deter you.

“How would you like to make some big bucks Ghosty?” You sucked down the last of the shitty cocktail Alex had made you, though honestly it was less of a cocktail and just a shit ton of gin with a maraschino cherry in it. He sighed and rested his weight on the makeshift bar behind him, deciding to indulge you.

“What did ya have in mind?”

You beamed at him and slammed your empty glass down next to his elbow and began searching your pockets for any spare change. Simon watched you closely as you dug around your clothes, tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth cutely. 

There was one bill and several coins in the palm of your hand, which you painstakingly counted three times over before you finally looked back at him. “I have $3.74, do something to me.”

The money was unceremoniously dumped onto his gloved hand. He contemplated his choices for a moment and his eyes met yours.

His free hand darted out and took you by the jaw, squeezing just tight enough to keep you from moving. He dropped the money by your empty glass as his massive body loomed over you. He slowly lifted the black fabric of his mask until his lips were exposed.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his chilled jaw and pink lips. He gripped you even tighter and your mouth dropped open obediently. He smirked.

And then he spit in your mouth.

You moaned almost instinctively as your knees buckled. Simon pulled his mask back down, concealing the blush that was beginning to spread across his pale cheeks.

“I love you. I wanna take you away from all this.” Your voice was deeper than normal, laced with arousal. Under normal circumstances, Simon might’ve thrown you over his shoulder then and stalked off to have his way with you but considering your level of inebriation, he wasn’t going to do that.

Instead, he threw a thick arm over your shoulder and began to lead you away from the mess hall-turned-bar. “I think ya need to go to bed, Sargent.” He said, his voice holding an almost imperceptible laugh to it.

“Only if you’re in it.” You muttered under your breath, tucking yourself as closely as you could to his torso. 

Soap found the money right where Simon left it on the bar and bragged for days about his good luck and ‘pay bonus’.

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