#hiding this in the tags to hide from embarrassment...

[riacte]

the idea that keeps on going:

every day you have the opportunity to make a certain number of posts. depending on what you post, you attract different people in the tags which furthers your connections. the more members you recruit, the more your circle increases and there’s a bigger chance of your post getting more notes -> more new people in the tags. for example if you post about how dessert duo is the enemy from the eyes of bogwarts, you’ll attract bad faith dessert duo fans (who will want to #cancel you) but you’ll also get enthusiastic bogwarts fans. posting about shower husbands will attract people more likely to be fine with shipping. appealing to the secret starian corner (often under attack) also strengthens the ship alliance.

if your fandom enjoyment level gets completely depleted the first time, you get one (1) get out of jail free card which is someone bringing up #SHIPlakebog from 2019 which raises your level to sustain for a few more days before you die or raise it high enough to survive. #SHIPlakebog is a precious trump card.

since the whole thing is water themed, finding someone to join is known as “fishing” and the members are called “fishies”. the process is described as hook (sending out bait), line (waiting for the bait to be taken/ warily pondering one’s vibes), and sinker (sending the dm).

eventually you learn the player character has some Embarrassing Fandom History they would prefer to hide, like idk writing bandom fics or x reader fics on wattpad or participating in a ship war or the general voltron experience.

sequel idea: it’s a few months after triple life ended and final life is starting in autumn. and then disaster strikes! someone leaks screenshots of your “controversial” server and your members start receiving hate mail. there is a snitch Among Us. in these Boggy Waters. your new task is to find the boogeyman (boggyman?)— while watching final life live and experiencing whatever gay shit they’re up to this time. your job is to calm everyone down before fandom enjoyment decreases and your server falls apart

the snitch turns out to be a teenager who sent the scs to their friends for fun but one of the friends didn’t like shipping so they sent it to their other friend group to vent, intending for it to private, but it spiralled and leaked. and the teen felt so bad so they never came forward. the moral of the story is that cyberbullying is bad and rpf is ok.

mars gets on tumblr during this time and things happen. final life causes pathubs (pathoslab x treedoubleo) to trend which helps to normalise shipping.

interactive fiction idea: it’s 2021, you play as a new barktree shipper emerging from the hot new mcyt series triple life. your task is to sus out who else on your dash is also a secret shipper and invite them to your “controversial” shipping discord server without being cancelled. you’ll have to dig through ao3s, abandoned twitter accounts, old rpf fics from a pseud they no longer use, general posts, youtube comments, which username clipped this shippy moment between benthebog and martin ofthebigwaters

[mutantg1rl]

In the meantime while i write the next chapter……..here’s some Bob headcannons. I think I’ll write some for the other team members as well. These are Sfw/nsfw

Sfw

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-Bob lowkey gives male wife in the best way possible

-This is a common head cannon but I’m very sure he does a lot of the chores at the tower

-Laundry, dishes, mopping: he pretty much builds up to doing all of these chores since he realizes that he’s going to be home a lot from now on, and he felt bad just sitting down for most of the day

-Bob is a very considerate person, maybe even overly considerate. This is because he’s very hyper aware, so he tries not to hurt others and be in their way.

-Bob is very sensitive, and often internalizes people’s words about him, whether they are good or bad. Thanks to Yelena and the company of the team, he thinks more highly of himself now.

-He’s amazing with pets, like amazing.

-I really believe that Bob takes his hygiene very seriously. He always smells really good, part of me thinks he associates bodily cleanliness with mental clarity.

-He’s actually really funny, but in the way where it’s un-intentional and he doesn’t understand why everyone’s laughing at what he said because he doesn’t think he’s funny.

-He’s a little bit awkward in conversation but gets better at it once he starts opening up more at home

-he’s a little bit gullible. He’s slow to trust but is often quick to believe certain things without a second thought

- this usually happens between him and walker, where walker tells him something really dumb and Bob goes “really 🙂?” And Walkers like “No😒”

-He reads. A lot. He really likes children’s books, and adventure books because he finds them the most mentally stimulating and interesting. I think this is a habit he picks up after a while and wasn’t initially a huge reader.

-I think he also mirrors other people’s body language and phrases when he’s comfortable around them and spends a lot of time around them

-Loves himself a good milkshake. I also think he has a big appetite and can pretty much eat anything you put in front of him. He INHALES food like it’s nobodies business. “No one’s eating all that” wrong! Bobs eating allll that.

-Sweet tooth, loves brownies, cake and cookies

-as much time as he spends in the tower, I think he really likes going outside. Grocery store trip? Bob wants to tag along. Simple walk? He’s lacing up his shoes! Window shopping? He’s going to hold your purse.

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NSFW

-Sorry yall, I can’t see him as anything else but a submissive.

-I think when Bob is turning into Sentry, and approaching the headspace of the void, he would definitely give into his major dominant urges. But as regular old Robert Reynolds? Submissive

-I think he’s very long in the nether regions. Even though he’s not thin, he reminds me of those skinny emo boys. They’re ALWAYS packing. He obviously knows he’s packing but he’s very silent about it.

-he gets soooo nervous and it’s so easy to tease him and rile him up.

-I think when you first start easing him back into intimacy he’s a bit anxious at first, so you go at a slow pace just to make him comfortable

-he likes to be vocally coached in bed, and prefers it that way. He thinks there’s less room for error, and he trusts his partner enough to lead him.

-you touch his thigh or rest your hand there? Rub and touch on his body? Kiss his neck? Oh yes, he’s wet asf!

-he breathes heavy and he whimpers but he tries not to be loud. His noises are heavenly, and he’s always trying to hide them because he’s embarrassed. I think when he starts succumbing to vulnerability he gets less self conscious and lets it out.

-his body is very sensitive. I think he shakes after he cums, and his whole body is sort of one big erogenous zones.

-I think this is mostly because the sensations are new. I think his nerves were a bit damaged when he was an addict, and now that the experiment has changed his body chemistry completely and made him the peak of bodily fitness, his nerves are repaired and he feels so much things.

-he hates degradation but is a huge fan of praise. Degradation hurts his feelings

- The following phrases “Good boy”, “That’s my Good boy” , “So pretty”, “So handsome”, will send him into a frenzy and leave him blushing for days

-you can call him a pervert or something along those lines, he isn’t opposed to that.

-he’s so good at giving head

-not a fan of exhibitionism and prefers private intimacy

-loves to get head. Like if you suck him off he doesn’t even want sex anymore he’s satisfied with oral alone

-he has a low sex drive though, I don’t think he wants to go at it all the time, and his partner usually initiates the contact, meaning he rarely initiates sex.

-it also takes him a while to get to this point. Bob believes that strong feelings like intense depression, aggression, and lust are all tied to triggering the void, and you basically have to show him that that’s not necessarily the case

-cums fast because he’s sensitive and thinks his partner his so good looking

-I honestly think that his first time having sex since being resurrected and everything ended with him crying after busting a nut because he didn’t think that he could ever get to this point of enjoying normal activities without feeling afraid or guilty.

- oral fixation??? Oral fixation. Put something in his mouth please, for the love of God.

-Very soft Sub. Like I said earlier, not into the hard stuff, and not really interested in fucking like a rabbit. I think he just likes the devotion and the occasional pleasure because it distracts his mind.

-edit: forgot to add that despite his low sex drive I think Bob is very needy!! A needy little thing that one. I know I said he rarely initiates sex, and that’s true. But when he does? It’s all “mommy please, can you suck me?” “Please I’m so hard right now” “I need it” the kind of thing that makes you melt honestly. Or he’ll offer to make you feel good, just the way you like it. He usually asks that first, but sometimes he can’t help himself.

[cece693]

Hannigram with a male reader who tends to psychoanalyze and make profiles of everyone they meet? like they can quickly find out what somebody is like and makes entire mental catalogues of people they meet to be recalled at a later date. perhaps with a photographic memory?

YOU'RE CLEARLY MISTAKEN

pairing: hannigram x male reader tags: jealous will, couldn't help myself, but it plays beautifully, you psychoanalyze very bluntly, which can come off across as rude, but your partners love it,

Hannibal’s dinner parties always had a way of blending elegance and discomfort, fine dining paired seamlessly with psychological warfare. Will had long since learned to navigate them by retreating to quieter corners, nursing expensive wine while keeping an amused eye on you.

You stood by a polished marble column, gently swirling a glass of Bordeaux, eyes quietly flickering around the room. People-watching was your guilty pleasure, though your partners—Hannibal and Will—both knew it was far more clinical than mere curiosity. “You’re profiling again,” Will murmured quietly, stepping closer until your shoulders brushed. “Who’s tonight’s victim?”

You glanced at him with a small grin, warmth lighting your eyes. “Victim? Harsh word, Will. Let’s call him tonight’s entertainment.”

Will chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I should probably feel guilty for encouraging you.”

“You should,” you teased, nudging him playfully. “But you won’t.”

Will’s response was interrupted by the approach of Dr. Richard Stafford, a psychiatrist from Johns Hopkins who’d been casting glances your way all evening. He stepped confidently into your personal space, flashing a practiced, charming smile. “Enjoying the evening?” Stafford asked, ignoring Will entirely.

You raised an eyebrow, your smile turning polite but guarded. “Hannibal throws memorable parties, doesn’t he?”

“They’re certainly unique.” Stafford leaned in just a touch closer. “You know, I couldn’t help noticing how keenly observant you are. Maybe you’d like to discuss psychology privately later?”

Will’s eyes narrowed slightly, his amusement quickly fading into irritation. He took a measured sip of his wine, silently daring Stafford to continue.

You tilted your head slightly, voice lightly teasing. “A private psychology session? Bold move, Dr. Stafford.”

Stafford smiled, clearly taking your words as encouragement. “Call me Richard.”

You smiled again—sharp enough to draw blood, masked beneath casual politeness. “Alright, Richard. Tell me something—did your recent divorce inspire tonight’s bravery, or are you always this forward?”

He froze, eyes widening. “Excuse me?”

Will coughed softly, hiding a laugh behind his glass. You ignored him for the moment, continuing gently, almost sympathetically.

“The tan line on your finger is pretty fresh—probably from a wedding band you only recently removed. I’d say about two months ago, judging by how often you unconsciously rub the empty spot.” You gestured lightly toward his hand. “That explains why you’re eager to reassert your desirability. It’s understandable—but maybe you should pick targets more carefully.”

Stafford’s cheeks burned bright red, embarrassment flickering across his face. “I—I didn’t realize—”

“You clearly didn’t,” you cut him off gently. “Because if you had, you’d know that I’m already in a relationship.”

“Oh,” he stammered, stepping back awkwardly. “I didn’t see a ring, so I assumed—”

“Assumed wrong,” you said with a casual shrug, a playful edge creeping into your voice. “Not wearing a ring shouldn't be an invitation for your flirting. Besides, I’m dating Dr. Lecter and Agent Graham. And I’m pretty sure one of them is mentally profiling your exit strategy right now.”

Stafford’s eyes flicked rapidly from you to Will, whose faint smirk was deceptively polite yet chilling. Stafford cleared his throat hastily. “I…should leave.”

“You should,” Will agreed dryly, his voice tinged with quiet amusement.

As Stafford scurried away, Will glanced at you, chuckling softly. “Was humiliating him part of your initial analysis, or was that just improvisation?”

“A bit of both.” You smiled warmly. “Jealousy looks good on you, by the way.”

Will scoffed softly, feigning offense. “Who said I was jealous?”

“I did,” came Hannibal’s smooth voice from behind you, making both of you start slightly. He held out fresh glasses of wine, lips curled into an elegant smirk. “Your grip on that glass tightened enough that I feared it might shatter, Will.”

Will rolled his eyes affectionately, accepting the drink. “I was barely annoyed.”

Hannibal’s eyes sparkled warmly as he glanced at you. “Quite the performance, my dear. You’ve left poor Dr. Stafford suitably humbled. Precisely executed.”

“You’re rubbing off on him,” Will accused lightly, gesturing toward you. “He’s becoming more ruthless by the day.”

Hannibal’s smile widened approvingly. “I see no downside.”

“You wouldn’t,” Will teased back, leaning closer to you comfortably.

You laughed, feeling genuine warmth spread through your chest as you looked at both men. “Careful, Hannibal. I’ll start psychoanalyzing you next.”

“Please do,” Hannibal responded lightly. “I look forward to being dissected by your keen insight.”

Will sighed dramatically. “God, you two deserve each other.”

“Careful, Will,” you teased, nudging his shoulder affectionately. “We’re a package deal now.”

Will’s lips twitched fondly as he glanced around the room. “Clearly.”

You lifted your glass in playful salute. “Cheers to Hannibal’s parties: where fragile egos come to die.”

“Cheers,” Hannibal echoed with quiet amusement.

Will chuckled, clinking his glass softly against yours, his eyes sparkling with affection. “I think I’m finally starting to enjoy these things.”

“Good,” Hannibal replied evenly, gaze shifting between the two of you with quiet pride. “It only took a public humiliation to get you there.”

Will rolled his eyes fondly, taking another sip of wine. “Just another typical evening, then.”

“Indeed,” Hannibal agreed pleasantly, his voice a gentle murmur. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[this-is-a-person]

Saw someone draw this with papyrus and thought it'd fit him sooooo

[szynkaaa]

Messy iPad doodles, will be busy for the rest of the week so I won't have much time to sit on my PC to make more self-indulging art 😭😭

But I've figured out some more lore stuff for Oz that I may or may not share once I have time to write things down properly 👀

[crystallizsch]

(inspired by the midnight cooking chapter in the twst anthology manga and also jamil's dorm uniform and master chef voice lines)

(this is also a lil extended sequel to this post i made :3)

[shakingparadigm]

okay but seriously all jokes aside I really do understand ivan. like having a schedule so packed and busy is so insanely draining no matter how long you've conditioned yourself to endure it. sacrificing certain things like lunch or sleep just to gain the slightest bit more time for yourself is something that feels almost essential to keeping yourself together and not feeling like you're losing yourself in the cycle completely. it's like its own little act of rebellion in a way, something along the lines of you can drown me in work and monotony but I'll keep carving these little spaces of time for what little I have for myself, even if I have to carve them out of my own chest. I will sacrifice parts of myself to ensure that I don't fully succumb to whatever you're trying to make me into. I am human, this is the proof, I will make time even if it ruins me. you know?? yeah. you get it

[king-spite]

so it seems the poppy war has become my absolute favorite series so ofc i'm losing my mind comparing every scene with my other favorite series (red queen) and making an unfathomable amount of headcanons

[tsams-and-co-memes]

"Boing"

-Sun, 2024 (if you know, you know)

[slowpokedragon]

inspired by @starsnores and their Vogue cover with feferi and gamzee. its literally haunting my brain at all hours

[reluctantbylerblog]

I don't expect to get good feedback but I feel like I need to say this: not everything is about taylor swift. yes, her ex posted an article about gaza on his instagram story the day of her birthday. but to call that a targeted act of malice, done solely to make her look bad, in my opinion, is in very poor taste to the current situation in gaza. don't get me wrong, I love taylor, some days she's all that gets me through the day, but she is NOT the center of everyone's universe. joe alwyn called for a ceasefire LAST WEEK, along with many other celebrities, among which taylor was not one of them. I don't even keep up with what the guy is up to and even I knew he called for a ceasefire. I think it's likely, with this being her first birthday since the breakup and with her living her life much more publicly, he knew fans were going to be paying more attention to what he posted and rather than give fodder to that certain subsect of swifties that like to hate on every person that was once in her life (I'm looking at you, people who were making fun of karlie kloss for her seats at so-fi stadium) he decided instead to turn heads to the current genocide in gaza! let me repeat that: there is a genocide going on! not everyone is thinking about taylor swift rn bffr!

furthermore, if you think his speaking out makes her look bad, think about why that is. I don't think celebrities have an obligation to "speak out" just because they are celebrities, but there is no denying taylor speaking out in support of palestine could literally be a key factor in turning public opinion in palestine's favor.

using the actual human suffering of the palestinian people as a way to make things about cheap celebrity gossip and "throwing shade" just to make your favorite celebrity look good is fucking tacky and it makes me ashamed to be in this fandom. if you're going to be doing that, the least you can do is click a button every once in a while too

[keebwee]

no one will evr understand them like i do .... nobdoy will ever write them ciorrectly .. because they should nto be together at all they hate each other and would be horrible in a relationship but something deep and twisted inside me says they must for the plot. and i simply must consume ..... but no one does it right except 1 guy ive read.

[bunnyboy-juice]

shhhhh

[dandyshucks]

488 words of self indulgent soft fluff for the night - Guz/Junebug

Soft breathing, slow breathing. Rain pattering against the roof, quiet creaks as the house settles and wild rattatas scamper around in the dark. Juno lies awake, listening to it all, staring up at the ceiling. 

They woke up some time ago, one of the gentler wake-ups they’ve experienced. So gentle, in fact, that Guz.ma has continued to sleep soundly beside them, even as they’d gasped to catch their breath for the first minute or two. That had been - Juno turns to the chair placed next to their side of the bed as a make-shift bedside table, picking up their phone to check the time - about a half hour ago. They still can’t fall back asleep.

As they nestle back down into the mattress, their phone left back on the chair, Guz.ma lets out a sleepy sigh. He rolls over to face them, eyes closed, hopefully still asleep. Juno smiles fondly and brushes the hair back from his face, smoothing out the frown starting to wrinkle at the top of his nose. Groaning softly, he scrunches his face under their gentle hands. “You awake?” he slurs out, still keeping his eyes shut.

“Maybe,” Juno says lightly, moving their hands to cup his face. They rub their thumbs along the tops of his cheeks, eyes following the patterns they trace against his skin. 

He purses his lips at them, eyebrows knitting. “S’morning?” he asks.

They sigh, running a finger down the side of his nose. “Not really.” Their eyes stay focused on the tips of their fingers, seemingly absorbed in the paths they follow.

Finally, he blinks his eyes open, gazing at them blearily. “Nightmare?”

Juno doesn’t respond. Guz.ma knows.

Heaving out another groan, he bats their hands away from his face, opting to just grab them bodily and pull them to his chest. “D’you need to talk about it?” he asks, sighing contentedly once they’re safely tucked against his body, chin resting on top of their head.

“I think you need to sleep,” they mumble, eyes still open, staring off into space.

Guz.ma lets out a soft snort, rubbing a hand up and down his partner’s back. “I can stay awake for a bit.”

Juno hums disbelievingly.

“What? Can’t sleep anyways, knowing my snugglebug’s lyin’ awake like this.” He squeezes them lightly.

They hum again, a little softer this time. Closing their eyes, they rest their head gently against his clavicle and slowly breathe in, taking in his familiar scent and listening to his heart beating steadily. 

Pressing a kiss against the top of their head, he smiles. “Y’don’t gotta talk about it if you don’t want to.” His chest rumbles with each word. “Just know you’re safe, I’ve got you.”

Juno nods slowly as their muscles finally relax, letting their body melt into his. While his hands smooth up and down their back, holding them securely, they drift back to sleep, heartbeat slowing and steadying to match Guz.ma’s.

[deleetrix]

I’ve really been drawing Del a lot since yesterday.

Anyways, this summer will be five years of having her as my main character. I somehow haven’t gotten tired of drawing her yet.

[dollybites]

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