#like kindness and empathy was always reciprocated

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Yet another part of the Smiling Critters Family Headcanons!!

Bobby Bearhug

Teddy Bearhug, a charismatic figure, serves as the mayor of Critter Ville, a role he fulfills with unwavering dedication and a genuine desire to solve any challenges that may arise within the community. With his outgoing nature and friendly demeanor, Teddy is beloved by all who know him. He embodies the spirit of unity and cooperation that defines Critter Ville, always ready to lend a helping hand and listening ear to those in need.

Opposite to Teddy's effervescent personality stands Ivory Rosemary Locklaw, a woman of quiet strength and unwavering loyalty. Due to her quiet and mysterious nature, many of the residents of Critter Ville equally respect or fear Ivory, but some don't understand how someone like the mayor married her. Though she battles with social anxiety, Ivory's love for her family knows no bounds.

In her younger days, she often found solace in solitude, until Teddy's persistent warmth and understanding broke through her barriers, leading to a deep and enduring love between the two.

Together, Teddy and Ivory foster a home filled with boundless affection and support, instilling in Bobby the values of kindness, empathy, and community service. The Bearhug family's unwavering commitment to the well-being of Critter Ville earns them the adoration and respect of their fellow residents, who appreciate their tireless efforts to make their town a better place.

However, not everyone in Critter Ville harbors such goodwill towards the Bearhugs. A family of foxes known as the Vixeniques holds a longstanding grudge against them stemming from Vanny's father past rivalry with Teddy during a political campaign. Despite this animosity, Teddy remains blissfully unaware, treating Vanny and her family with the same warmth and kindness he extends to everyone else. And so does Bobby- Even though Vanny does not reciprocate those feelings as she is bling with envy due to Bobby having everything she could ever ask for... But they will resolve their differences later on don't worry(?

BONUS: As Ivory and Catnap share that "eerie" energy and both are pretty much introverted, they actually get along quite well! She understood how Catnap was struggling to fit into the town when he first arrived and she inmediately dared to reach out and provide him of support. So she sorta became like a motherly figure or cool aunt to him. Which is kind of special because Catnap doesn't normally open to others too much, but he likes to spend more time around certain people like Dogday or even Loola. They hang out sometimes to have cake & vibe(?

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i. toge x fem!reader | aftermath of a confession

for a while it’s just the deafening silence between the two of you and the clanging noises of chopsticks on glass bowls. of course, he knows that it isn’t going to last forever even if he wonders if it will, but your lack of words definitely fails to prove that wrong. 

see, the problem is this: toge’s sitting right in front of you— his dream girl, his crush of two years and all that. since the moment you first walked in the classroom and he’d caught sight of you, he’d been hopelessly and utterly smitten. perhaps it was the way you smiled at others, shy as you were; the way you laughed at his antics without fail and tried to lift people up no matter how much you struggled with doing so. it was that kindness; the type that didn’t need gestures and touches, the type that didn’t call for empathy or sympathy. just that plain kindness. 

and soon after it came his love for everything else: your hair, your eyes, your skin— the way they shined in the sunlight. he was sure he wasn’t that obvious. yet he supposes that besides maki, panda and yuuta who’d already known him enough to tell, it could have been relatively easy for all the other students of the school (basically, all the first years) to notice his infatuation with you— well, save for you yourself. 

he didn’t think it’d amount to anything, though. as much as it hurt to think that. not with the way his technique held him back; you needed someone who could speak to you, look after you that way. he needed you to not feel lonely. he had insistence from maki and panda that you were every bit down bad for him as he was for you, yet he still couldn’t believe them in full. despite all his jests and cheeky shenanigans, he would never consider himself bold enough to be able to confess it all to you. so why do it, when you wouldn’t be able to reciprocate in the first place? 

which is why he was shocked when you bowed over, scrunched your face up in embarrassment and handed him a letter in a sealed envelope before lunch on a random tuesday, stammering that you’ve liked him for more than a year, can you please consider going out with me?, and running away before coming back just for lunch. 

at least if maki and panda were here, things would be less awkward. but maki is still out training, and panda’s off to do whatever pandas do before lunch on random tuesdays. 

“takana…” he starts, eyes on your crestfallen face. the only thing your eyes are on is the food you’re eating. 

“…I’m sorry…” you mutter. he barely makes it out from you. 

“ikura!” he says. No! 

an idea strikes him then. 

you cock your head to the side in confusion as he whips out his phone and his thumbs fiddle away across its keyboard. 

toge’s confident now. if the two of you like each other, why not start something new? he’d love to take you out. he hands you the phone. 

“‘I… like… you… too?’” you read out, squinting at the tiny font.

toge sees your heart stop, breaths caught in your throat, your cheeks warm— scratch that, you’re crying. 

wait, why were you crying?!

“takana!” 

“I-I’m so glad,” you sniffle,” I always liked you. I didn’t know how to say it. it was painful seeing you every day knowing how I felt, and- and thinking there wouldn’t ever be a chance you’d like me back!” you sob, burying your face in your hands as if it could hide anything, “and then when I gave the letter to you, I was so nervous, I-I should’ve stayed there or given you something you liked, but I panicked!” 

nervously, he inches his hand closer to yours. your watery eyes widen. “shake sushi,” he reaffirms. the circles he rubs over the back of your hand make you feel like he’s smoothing over creased paper on your skin. yes, he likes you too, so don’t worry. don’t cry. you may be crying, but if he were a dog, his tail would be wagging so wildly regardless. 

both of your hands grab one of his with shaky movements and a slew of hiccups. “I’ll try my best.”

“mentaiko.”

thank goodness.

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Can I request a Jake Sully smut?

Jake Sully.

top male reader

nsfw | some violence | some blood | some degradation + praise | spit as lube | grinding | fingering | orgasm denial once | brief choking | sir kink | brief mating press | creampie

a/n: disappeared again, mb. been waiting for someone to request something for Avatar and got a request for Jake on valentines which was kind of sweet. this has some plot & I still can't come up with titles.

You didn’t know exactly how to feel when Grace patted you on the back in empathy when it was announced you'd be Jake Sully's partner for the mission. You never bothered to become friendly with him. In the beginning, you only tolerated him because you had no choice. But you had to admit he was attractive and the fact that he was never subtle with his glances towards you, whether you were in your avatar or not, made him all the more appealing.

You started to reciprocate his stares when they became overwhelmingly apparent. He could never hold himself back from looking when you stretched or did any sort of physical work and you began to silently feed into his infatuation by taking up any physical job available just to see him blush.

He really was adorable when he wasn't embarrassing himself.

The only difference in your staring is that you didn't look away in surprise of being caught. Jake always looked away first, regardless of who was doing the staring. Sure, it was cute, and you liked the way his eyes got all cat-like when he was surprised and how noticeable his dilated pupils were in those golden eyes of his avatar when he was looking at something he liked.

You wanted to be the sole cause of those wide eyes and dilated pupils.

-

On his first mission, Jake ended up on his own in the Pandora forest. You watched Grace's shoulders drop with a defeated sigh when you lost sight of him. Both Grace and Norm looked at you with pity written all over their faces.

"You know what to do," Grace spoke and Norm nodded. You sighed and pushed yourself off of the tree you were leaning on, turning towards the dense jungle without a word.

You stepped over colourful flowers and pushed the leaves blocking your path away carefully. You knew how the na'vi felt about the nature around them and the last thing you wanted to do was anger the race you were tasked to essentially befriend.

-

You found Jake waving around a self-made torch in the dark to ward off the viperwolves swarming him. You got him out of the situation with the cost of a bitten arm and the moonlight as your only light source left.

Jake advanced towards you, wincing when he caught sight of your new wound. He put one hand onto your shoulder and grabbed your wrist with his other to get a better look at the wound,

"Shit, I'm so fucking sorry I-"

"You're a fucking idiot. Why would you light a fire in a forest full of wild animals?! What were you thinking?!" You interrupted him, unable to hold back your irritation. Jake's ears immediately flattened and his eyes went wide. He looked just like a kicked puppy.

"I'm sorry, okay? I don't know what I was thinking! I was just tryin' not to die!" He was too puppy-looking to look angry and was just trying to justify himself to you at that point. He knew he did something wrong. You knew that, too. You tilted your head back and sighed deeply. Jake somehow looked even guiltier. 

"Just shut up." You pulled your arm away from his grip and pushed him against the closest tree by his shoulders.

"What-" You covered his mouth with your hand.

You were using the attack as an excuse to press yourself against him. "Don't want any more of those things coming back, yeah?"

Jake swallowed and nodded when you removed your hand from his mouth. He looked down to avoid eye contact when you dropped your head and clenched your jaw in pain. He'd almost forgotten about the bite. "Listen, I... I'm sorry, okay?"

His gaze unintentionally fell towards your arms which now rested by the sides of his head, and traced upwards to your shoulders. You wore a tank top, and he wondered if you knew just how much he liked those on you. You knew, and you wondered if he knew you wore them just for him. He didn't. Not yet.

"I get it, already, Sully." You groaned out in pain, though it was finally beginning to dull. Your nose bumped against Jake's collarbone and he found himself raising an arm to wrap around your neck to pull you closer. Your laboured breath fanned his neck and he suddenly became aware of the desperate heat pooling in his stomach. Your quiet groans weren't helping.

Jake's mind began to wander as he bit his lip.

"Jake," your muffled voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Your lips brushed against his neck when you spoke and his self-restraint was wearing thin. The want was now burning in his stomach.

He brought his other arm around your neck and swallowed. "Yeah?"

"You okay?" He nodded and inhaled sharply when you shifted your leg. "Yeah. …Listen, I-" Your knee pressing against his hard-on stopped him.

"I know." You couldn't hold yourself back from pulling away to watch his eyes widen further and his ears pin back. He really was adorable.

"You- ah!" Jake nearly whined, screwing his eyes shut when you sunk your fangs into his neck and moved your knee further in between his legs. He rolled his hips against your thigh, head falling forward. "Fuck-!" You felt his whine reverberate against your lips. He made it so easy to forget about your wound, still slowly oozing blood.

"Thought I wouldn't catch you staring at me all those times? You were so obvious, it was cute." You couldn't help but smile when Jake could barely get his words out through his panting.

"D-didn't mind if... you noticed- mmf!" He bit his lip when you lifted your thigh and immediately tightened the hold he had on you, suddenly feeling too weak to stand on his own. You pulled him down to the ground and towards a softer patch of grass.

Jake pulled you back when you tried to free your neck from his hold. You chuckled, "relax, I'm not going anywhere." You knew that you should've headed back as soon as you found Jake or at least contacted Grace to let her and Norm know you were still alive, but you got tired of waiting for him to make the first move. You couldn't restrain yourself any longer, not when Jake's eyes were still unfocused and his bottom lip was shiny with spit.

He rested on his elbows, still breathing heavily and watching you hook your uninjured arm around his legs. You pulled him towards yourself and he fell flat on his back with a yelp. "Asshole.."

"Shut it." You reprimanded him with a pinch of his thigh through his pants. The corners of your lips twitched when Jake hissed through his teeth in response.

"Asshole."

You were beginning to get fed up with him and the sudden return of his pride. "You've got no right to speak to me that way with the shit you pulled today."

Everything about Jake's appearance screamed guilty. His new avatar body was failing him in hiding what he felt. You took his silence as agreement and spread his thighs, pulling them around your waist. Jake groaned when you pushed your hips against his, your clothed cocks grinding together. His hips twitched and he groaned louder, painfully sensitive.

"Shit..! M'gonna-" You pulled back and Jake whined. "F-fuck you!"

You pressed your hand against his throat, "What did I just say? Are you that fucking stupid? Lost your brains without me even fucking them out?" You didn't miss Jake's thighs pressing against your sides harder at your words. He stared at you with wide eyes when you applied pressure with your fingers and you felt his Adam's apple bob under your palm when he swallowed.

"No... sir." Your own hard-on was getting hard to ignore and you lost the patience to entertain Jake any further. You removed your hand from his throat to undo his belt hastily. Jake lifted his hips and you pulled off his pants and underwear.

You let a glob of spit drop from your tongue onto your fingers and pressed them against his hole. Jake's breath hitched, "Shit-!" he whined with a hoarse voice when you easily pushed your first finger in.

"Hold on for me, baby. You can do that, right?" Jake nodded with his fingers digging into the dirt. "Use your words, you're a big boy, aren't you?" You pushed your middle finger in to the knuckle and twisted your wrist, just to hear Jake's strangled moan. You'd barely even done anything and he was already melting at your touch.

"Yes! Y-yes, sir, I can!" You could feel yourself smiling.

"Good." You pressed another finger, scissoring against his spongy walls. You knew he had to have fingered himself before with how easy it was to press your fingers into his hole. Jake was driving you crazy and you wondered how much more you could take before you snapped. His chest was heaving and he almost choked on his moans when your third and fourth fingers were forced into his greedy hole. You curled your fingers and watched Jake's eyes shut and his back arch off of the ground.

Not being able to wait any longer, you pulled your hand back and undid your own belt. Jake's eyes snapped open when the clinking of your buckle was heard and he lifted his head to watch you pull your heavy cock out of the confines of your pants. He bit his lip when you spread your pre-cum on your cock with your slick hand and pressed the tip against his gaping hole.

You traced Jake's greedy hole with the tip of your dick, not being able to hold yourself back from teasing him any moment you got.

"C'mon... Please, sir.." He spoke through a muffled whine. You forced the tip of your fat cock into Jake's hole and his hips jerked in response, ankles locking together behind your lower back. He pulled you in closer and gripped onto your shoulders with tight fists.

You pushed in, chasing the heat and tightness of Jake's hole, perfect just for you. Your balls slapped against his ass when you bottomed out and you rested your hands beside his head. "Fuhuuck..." He groaned out and his pupils in those golden eyes of his dilated so prettily in the moonlight. Jake's deep moan was muffled when you leaned down to press your lips against his for the first time. He brought his hand to the back of your head to keep you from pulling away too soon.

Jake let you move back after a pause, lifting his chin to chase your lips and letting you pull out until your tip was caught on his rim before slamming back into his addicting heat. A moan was ripped from his throat and he dug his fingers into your neck when your tip pistolled against his prostate repeatedly.

"You're being so good f'me, now, aren't you?" Jake moaned pathetically in response, clenching down on your cock and doing his best to nod while getting pushed into the grass with the force of your thrusts.

You brought one hand to his cock, rubbing your thumb against the tip. Jake's moans raised in volume and pitch and he couldn't even begin to be embarrassed when his voice began to crack. You fisted his cock and thrusted in and out of his desperate hole, finally letting him catch up to the orgasm he was chasing.

"Fuck fuck fuck-! I'm-" Jake couldn't end his breathy warning before cumming on his and your stomachs and his ridden-up shirt. You groaned when he clenched down on your cock perfectly. Your thrusts didn't slow and he let go of your neck to fist the fabric on your chest. "W-wait! I just-!" He broke off into a fit of hoarse moans, throwing his head back.

You stopped for a moment to unhook his legs from around your waist and push his knees against his chest by the backs of his thighs. Your cock plunged in even deeper and you fucked yourself into Jake's guts desperately, his shaky moans only spurring you on. God, how you wished you'd done this sooner. You looked up to Jake's face. His eyes were screwed shut and he had drool running down his chin from his open mouth. That was the final push as the heat in your stomach burst and your cum spilled into Jake's warmth, painting his guts white.

Moving your hips slightly, you watched the ring of white that formed around your cock. Jake clumsily gripped onto your wrist when you shifted your hips to pull out.

"Again.. Please, sir." He grinned.

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At first I thought that moment during the mirror scene where Colin pulls back and tells Pen to stop him if she doesn’t want to go further was just important because the show is taking consent more seriously since messing it up in S1.

Bridgerton Spoilers Below:

But now I realize it’s important context that people are missing out on when it comes to the “planned entrapment” moment later when he’s upset.

I keep seeing people mad at him for saying that, and yeah it seems harsh until you really think of Colin’s pov. Here’s a guy who has already been caught up in an entrapment scheme, who’s felt the embarrassment of that once already, who found love with someone who made him want to tear off his armor and be himself and be wholly open and vulnerable with her, and he gives himself to her. He checks in with her every step of the way, because his biggest desire- his literal dream fantasy- is to feel that Penelope is on the same level as him, that everything is reciprocal. He waits for her to say she wants him back and to nod in the carriage, he waits for her to say yes keep going in the mirror, he asks her if she’s ready for the next step even when he’s literally naked and on top of her.

He gave Penelope multiple opportunities to stop him and he always backed off and respected her wishes when he did feel like he was overstepping her boundaries. He senses something is wrong with Penelope at different points post-carriage scene, and even checks in with her about that, afraid that he’s moving too fast for her and that she doesn’t reciprocate his feelings and just got carried away and doesn’t want him back. Penelope had chances to tell him herself and did not.

And then he finds out that the openness he felt with her was not reciprocated. That she’d been holding back and keeping secrets. That she didn’t trust him with all of her the way he trusted her with all of him. And because Pen didn’t tell him herself he has no way of knowing if she ever planned on telling him. She could’ve told him before she published a Whistledown column saying they were engaged. She could’ve stopped him before they had sex. She could’ve pulled him aside the same time she pulled Eloise aside when they panicked about Cressida (right before he caught her), to finally bring Colin into a situation that was rapidly spiraling out of control. She could’ve written Colin a letter since writing connects them, and she might’ve been able to express herself fuller on paper. Penelope made a huge mistake - can we just admit that sometimes Penelope’s problems are caused by Penelope’s actions? - and Colin felt betrayed by it. He realized this was weighing over them the whole time, and it hurts. It triggers everything in Colin that makes him feel useless, naive, foolish- all of his insecurities since he got tricked and then called a childish boy who needs to wake up back in S1/S2- and this time at the hands of the one person who he loves more than anyone else in the world. And who he STILL loves, which is why it hurts him so bad to think that she thought she couldn’t be honest with him.

So of course his mind went there, to entrapment. Is it nice? No, but neither is writing an article belittling Colin so all of society could read it which is something Penelope did in the heat of the moment because she was upset with Colin. To see this as Penelope AND Colin’s story (which it is) it’s important to not dismiss Colin’s POV and to have empathy for it. He’s not the bad guy. And Penelope isn’t the bad girl. They’re both just kind of messy, imperfect people. Literally almost- She’s his mess and he’s the imperfect man of her heart. Soulmates.

[sleepingdeath-light]

ideal type hcs ; disney princesses

requested by ; anonymous (12/06/22)

fandom(s) ; disney animated films

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; anna, ariel, aurora, belle, cinderella, elsa, jasmine, merida, moana, mulan, pocahontas, rapunzel, snow white, tiana

outline ; “Could you do a headcanons for the Disney princesses ideal types, and what they look for in a partner?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

anna

anna would prioritise kindness and empathy in a partner above all else — someone who will stick their neck out to protect or help someone else without the expectation of a reward

someone who is capable on their own but who knows when to ask for help, and that isn’t too proud to admit their mistakes

someone who she can have fun with to escape the unending monotony and responsibility of royal life — but who will also stick by her side when the time comes to be serious

someone who loves her for who she is and not the money and status she represents

and bonus points if you get her big sister’s approval

ariel

ariel would pursue a partner who makes the effort to try and understand her — who will push through barriers (emotional, physical, linguistic) in order to make her feel heard and loved

someone who she can have fun with without being made to feel irresponsible or childish — who isn’t afraid to act foolish or silly with her

someone who is affectionate with her, who can match her need for physical touch and such without her needing to beg

someone who isn’t afraid to take risks and do dangerous things if it’s for something you love — be that her or one of your passions

someone who is open and honest with her, who doesn’t belittle or infantilise her — who includes her in the conversation rather than brushing over what she has to offer

a lover who is as in love with the world and with life as they are with her

aurora

aurora would want a partner who is, above anything else, kind — kind to others, kind to the world and kind to themself

someone who isn’t afraid to laugh at themselves but who will always lend a hand or an ear to those who need it

someone who is honest and genuine, but who knows when not to be blunt in what they’re saying — someone who thinks before acting

someone who doesn’t feel the need to rush through life, who can enjoy taking things slowly and take in the simple joys — thinks like freshly made bread and the grass between your toes

she’d want a partner who she could be briar rose with rather than someone who’d expect her to just be princess aurora

belle

belle would look for a partner who is always willing to learn and grow — to change and adapt to the world without getting stuck in their ways

someone who she can joke around with and make fun of without receiving anything but full reciprocation in return — someone who isn’t afraid to be the butt of a joke every now and then

someone who is honest and open, someone who is comfortable around her enough to be honest and who trusts her enough to be open — which she’d reciprocate in a heartbeat

someone who takes the time to get to know her mind rather than stopping at her face — who sees her as an equal and not just a future wife

someone who can be themselves around her and who she can be herself around without judgement or hesitation — just love and folly and conversation

cinderella

ella is the type who would look for a partner that she can be herself around — someone who loves her for all of her passions and eccentricities and that doesn’t expect her to be perfect

someone who appreciates and accepts her independence, never pushing her into any specific role, without forcing her back into the position of complete isolation she was in growing up

someone who can make her laugh but that won’t shy away from her when she’s upset — who accepts her in her entirety rather than only sticking around when she’s happy

someone who holds respect and empathy for everyone no matter their background or appearance — who would have treated her kindly even when she was a house servant

all in all, ella would want a partner who loves her for her and who she doesn’t feel the need to hide parts of herself around — someone who lets her come into her own as a person whilst the relationship progresses

elsa

elsa would want a partner who understands her — who takes the time to learn her boundaries and respects them without question, as she would for them in return

someone who gets her hesitance and isn’t afraid of her because of her gift — they don’t have to admire it or be in awe, just see it as a part of her

someone who doesn’t mind the cold and who won’t force her to stifle herself again

someone who loves her family (chosen and given) as much as they can — who adores anna, jokes with kristoff and who respects the legacy and memory of her parents

she’d want someone who she can have fun with but that isn’t opposed to discussing things that are serious when needed

jasmine

jasmine values a partner who is spontaneous but not in an actively dangerous way — like they enjoy adventure but not putting other people in harm’s way

someone who is fun and adventurous and who is eager and able to show her the world beyond the walls she grew up in

someone unlike all of the stuffy, pompous suitors that come filing in and out of the palace doors every day

someone who isn’t afraid to be unique and affectionate and silly and childish no matter the company

oh and someone who likes cats because raja is here to stay

merida

merida looks for a partner who is as independent as her and who isn’t going to expect her to be reliant on them

someone who is capable on their own and able to handle themselves if the worst happens — whether that’s a war or a loss in the family

someone who loves her family or at the very least makes the effort to get along with them

someone who isn’t afraid to argue and bicker, who doesn’t expect everything to be all roses and sunshine all of the time and bails when things start to not look so perfect

someone who has a good sense of humour and is able to match her wit and jokes without taking offense

but most of all: someone who is looking for a life partner to have fun with, not someone to be subservient to them

moana

moana would seek out a partner who is able to match her energy and mind — who she can talk to without limiting or censoring herself

someone who respects tradition and routine without abandoning or scorning any chance of change and growth — who will support her in bringing her village to a new age of exploration

someone who is willing to step outside of their comfort zone every now and then, but who is able to tell her when they have reached their limit — someone who can be honest with her and who she can be honest with in return

someone who she can bounce ideas off of and who will come back with new routes and theories and concepts that she can bring to the community for approval

she’d want someone who is their own person and respects her independence, but who she can come together with to become better in one way or another — a partner that encourages her growth, not one that hinders or stunts it

mulan

mulan would value a partner who isn’t afraid to be daring and step outside of their comfort zone — someone who balances routine/expectations and growth/adventure in a similar way to herself

someone who isn’t afraid to challenge her and themselves — who is willing to make mistakes and stumble without giving up entirely

someone who loves adventure and taking risks, but that can also enjoy the quieter and plainer aspects of domestic life — cups of tea, star gazing and reading

someone who loves her for her — not for the warrior nor the maiden but for the woman behind that legend

she’d also want someone who respects her and her family without being a complete doormat who is unwilling to speak for themselves — independence mixed with politeness

pocahontas

pocahontas would look for a partner who is willing to learn and grow and isn’t too caught up in themselves and the past to do so

someone who is willing to be patient and listen to the world around them in order to understand it — the water, the wild life, the wind

someone who won’t stifle her need for adventure and who will help her explore the world — travelling together to see more of the world with open minds and open hearts

someone who will stick with her through it all — protecting, listening, learning and growing as a couple and as individuals through the good and bad parts of life

someone who isn’t too proud to be kind or too stuck up to have fun and make mistakes — because that’s what life is about

rapunzel

rapunzel would appreciate a partner who is able to match her enthusiasm and passion for life — or, at the very least, someone who can understand it

someone who isn’t afraid to let their guard down and get their hands dirty — who is happy to let loose and have fun

someone who will listen to her without judgement and who will support her when she’s at her lowest — and that won’t turn her down when she tries to help

someone that doesn’t yell or lie, someone that approaches arguments clearly and honestly — who sees it as ‘us vs the problem’ and not ‘me vs you’

someone who is able to let themselves be silly and stupid and childish and not feel the need to be serious and sad all of the time — someone who is able to be their full self around her

really, she just wants someone to be herself around who won’t judge her for it

snow white

snow would probably find gentleness an attractive trait in a potential partner — that and a willingness to be kind without the expectation of receiving any reward for it

she’s a gentle soul and wouldn’t be compatible with someone who is volatile or combative — especially during disagreements where she tries to seek out a compromise and speak concisely (us vs problem) instead of raising her voice and trying to be right (me vs you)

someone who can let go of their ego when necessary and let themselves be wrong when they’re wrong — someone who is reflective enough to know when they’ve made a mistake

someone who loves animals or who at the very least treats them with empathy and tries to help out where they can

someone who is honest with her but not blunt — being open without being cruel

oh and someone who loves her cooking and baking as that’s how she shows her love

tiana

tiana would look for someone who isn’t afraid to get their hands dirty — who is willing to put in work to get what they want rather than just expecting everyone to do everything for them

she needs someone who is independent but that works well with others as well, a team player who doesn’t need to be told what to do in order to get things done

someone who will stick by her through the tough times — providing emotional support and labour when needed without judgement — instead of someone who will just lay low and only be with her during the good bits of life

someone who isn’t afraid to admit when they’re wrong and who isn’t too proud to be emotional and vulnerable — she needs honesty, really

or, in other words, she needs someone who understands and trusts her and that she can trust in return

[strawb3rrystar]

hello, please can I request a fic where reader is a yandere nun obsessed with kit walker - he doesn't reciprocicate her at all and gets annoyed with her attempts - inside the asylum?

Consolation prize.

Pairing: Kit Walker x Fem! Nun! Reader

Summary: A young nun, obsessed with all things blood and gore, finds herself spiraling into madness over Briarcliff's newest inmate, Kit Walker.

Warnings: Religious themes (but I'm an atheist), psychotic behavior, reader has zero social cues, stalking, obsession, references to sex, virginity, brief mentions of pregnancy, suicide

Word count: 1,116

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You always had a secret fascination with serial killers and murder cases, despite the topic going against every belief you thought you had, you still couldn't help but be drawn to the messed up gore. So, when you heard that the killer 'Bloody Face' was going to be emitted into Briarcliff, you were ecstatic. You kept that to yourself, of course, but you couldn't help the glimmer in your eye as you watch Kit be dragged into the manor.

You went to Sister Jude almost immediately and asked to be assigned Kit personally. She was hesitant, but since you had such great success with Grace in the past, she trusted you. This was just a ruse to get closer to the man. But, everyone was allowed to have their dirty little secrets from time to time, right?

Kit refused to talk to you at first, and also refused to eat. Eventually he gave in and let you feed him. Well, he spit it right back out, but you couldn't blame him, the food was disgusting there. You were kind of scared to talk to him. Not only because he was accused of murder, but also because he was very handsome. That's how your obsession started, it would continue to grow and fester like a parasite over the following weeks.

Soon, you started watching Kit's every movement when in the common room. You tried your hardest to stop, but it became a force of habit, like a reactant in your brain. Every word spoken to you from his mouth sent straight dopamine to your brain. You felt like every nerve in your body was lit on fire when he looked at you, even if it was just a passing glance. Maybe you, yourself needed to be a patient at Briarcliff. But, no, you were a pure, sweet nun. What harm could you do?

You very quickly notice how close Kit and Grace were getting, and that made your blood boil. You also noticed how quiet Kit was when you tried to talk to him. Was he... starting to lose interest in you? He didn't have any to begin with, but your delusional brain came up with the idea that he did. Realistically, the only reason he would ever be interested in you was if you could help him get out. But you weren't really for a realistic love story.

At night, you would dream about all the ways you would have Kit take you. It was different every time, but it would always leave your underwear soaked come morning. You had never met any man that you wanted to let take your virginity until Kit. Constantly daydreaming about carrying and having his children. That was until you caught wind that Kit and Grace were found fucking in the kitchen.

Honestly, you couldn't even muster an ounce of empathy for the sterilization of the ax-murdering girl. Even if you spent months together helping her atone for her crimes. You'd probably slit her throat open yourself if there weren't any consequences for you. However, you kept those thoughts deep down, where you thought they wouldn't seep around the edges.

After Kit went to Sister Jude to ask for forgiveness, she assigned you to keep an eye on him. You gladly did so, it was no trouble at all if you were already doing it. So, every night since you found yourself in his cell, praying with him. Secretly, and silently, you wanted him to throw you onto the bed and pound you into next week. And tonight was no different.

The air seemed crisp while you finished up the last prayer of the night. As you stood up from your kneeling position, Kit stared at you intensely, like a hawk. You know it shouldn't have, but it made your heart flutter. But before you could turn to leave, he spoke up.

"I know you've been watchin' me since I got here."

The suddenness of his voice threw you off guard. If he had known for so long, why did he wait till now to confront you? You looked at him silently, you mind going blank. Everything you thought you knew about being discrete went out the window in that moment.

"I.. I just thought your case was very interesting.."

You mumble, shifting back and forth. Being under his gaze felt like being trapped underneath a heat lamp. You suddenly felt like you were sweating at the same time as your blood ran cold. The seal of lies you created was slowly chipping away without having to speak words.

"Well, just stop doin' it, okay? I don't like it."

You felt every bit of sanity that you had left slip away as you stared silently at him. Fighting back the urge to cry, swallowing down the lump in your throat that felt like a clog in your airway.

"Sorry.. I think you're very handsome, and you're the first person to ever take me seriously in here. Maybe.. I just thought that we could be friends."

You were lying through your teeth and Kit wasn't buying it. Your shoes clicked against the concrete floor as you stepped closer to him. Kit didn't react at all, so you took that as a sign to keep talking.

"You understand, don't you?"

Your hand touches his bicep, just underneath where his shoulder starts. He immediately pushes you away, making you lose balance and land on the ground.

"Stay away from me and Grace. You hear me?"

You felt your heart shatter in a million pieces. Kit knocked the words right out of you, so all you could do was nod. Blinking back the river of tears that were to follow. You quickly got up onto your feet and turned towards the metal door. You could feel Kit's eyes burning into the back of your skull as you left his cell. Giving him one last sad glance through the small opening on the door.

You cried in your car for hours before you drove back home that night. Your hands shaky as you fumbled with your house keys. Eating was the last thing you wanted to do as you had been feeling nauseous since the interaction. You decided to take some medicine to calm your stomach. You took one.. then two.. then four.. then...

Then you went to bed for the night. You woke up later than you usually would, getting ready to call in sick for the day. But before you made your way to the phone, you went to the bathroom to brush your teeth. And there you found your own body, laying on the cold tile floor, empty pill bottle in hand.

Star's notes -> Is this angst? I guess it is, huh. Anyways, you guys can request more than just Kit, you know? Nothing against him, but I just like other characters more

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[hoebiirama]

✑ Anonymous sent : "Hey, Anli! I hope you're doing well <3 if ok with you, can I request some hcs for Madara and Tobirama with a fem friend who has Kamado Tanjiro's personality (from Kimetsu no Yaiba tho if you haven't watch it yet then someone who's just really kind, innocent in some way and respectful) some friendship hcs would be interesting. Thank you in advance if you accept my request! Take care 💙" ✑ Anli's useless comment : I am indeed unfamiliar with Kimetsu no Yaiba so I went off of the description you gave me, so I apologize if I didn't go in depth enough ! 😭😖 Thank you so much for requesting though 💚

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うちはマダラ • Uchiha Madara

SFW

↳ Madara would be concerned for you. I don't think he sees all types of kindness as weakness (showing mercy to your opponent is the type of "kindness" he considers weak), but in your case, it's different. The fact that you always assume the best in people deeply unsettles him, and he's always worried that someone will take advantage of you one day because you're too friendly. Your willingness to help others is both your strongest and weakest asset. He doesn't like that.

↳ I feel like he would scold you like a strict dad. A lot. Because he grew up being told to constantly hide his emotions, he never learned how to properly express them, so it often comes out as anger or frustration. Is the scolding annoying ? Yes. Do you understand why he's like this ? Also yes. You wouldn't have a problem telling him off, but this man invented the concept of being stubborn, so your words would have virtually no effect on him.

↳ It's a different story entirely when that kindness is directed towards him. Madara is used to people feeling extremely intimidated by him, never looking him in the eye, never approaching him unless it's absolutely necessary, and being overly polite out of cautiousness and fear of summoning his wrath. And I feel like your kindness and positive attitude towards life would both feel like a breath of fresh air and very unnerving (definitely at first). He probably wouldn't know how to deal with that.

↳ But that's also the reason he came to care about you, because no matter how much of an asshole he was to you at first, you never reciprocated the sentiment. You were always nice to him. You never took anything he said personally because you understood why he was so guarded all the time and that alone was enough to make you special in his eyes. Madara has never received any form of empathy from someone other than his brother.

↳ Your kindness is pure, and he would feel it. You're not nice to him out of caution. You don't show him respect because you fear him. It's genuine. It's something you can't fake. And while he'd definitely be thrown off at first, he'd warm up to you and eventually come to deeply care about you, even if he has strange ways of showing it.

↳ What I'm saying is, Madara is biased. Showing him kindness and openness is fine. Encouraged, even. But towards others ? Hell no. That won't pass. And yes, it is partly due to his possessiveness. Because if you think that's just something he'd display with his s/o, you'd be deadly wrong. Whether you're his friend or his lover, you're still his, period. He'd be able to put up with it without too much complaining if it's with Hashirama, but with strangers and Tobirama especially, he won't stop himself from making some kind of comment about how they (read : Tobirama) don't deserve you being nice to them.

↳ Pro tip : a good way to shut him up if he starts lecturing you again is to tease him a little and tell him "well, I have you to protect me, don't I ? Why should I worry about these things when you're there ?" and his brain might just stop working for a hot minute, lol.

千住扉間 • Senju Tobirama

SFW

↳ I feel like Tobirama would share some similarities with Madara, but not even nearly to the same degree. He'd also be a lot more comfortable expressing his feelings through words, so he wouldn't get frustrated the way Madara would. It's just that sometimes he thinks you're being too trusting with people you should absolutely be wary of, or going too soft on people who don't deserve it.

↳ Thankfully, Tobirama is always ready to defend you from anyone who tries to imply that you're naive or easy to manipulate, because he knows it's far from the truth. You're no pushover; unfortunately, in the world you live in, it is often seen as a bad thing to be kind. Tobirama would have no qualms telling people off for you if need be, and by that I mean that even if you can stand up for yourself, you're not as harsh on people as he thinks is necessary, so he takes it upon himself to finish the job, lol.

↳ This one is obvious but I still have to say it : he'd also absolutely hate seeing you being friendly with Madara. I feel like all of the concerns Madara has in general would apply to Tobirama in this specific scenario. He'd be worried sick that the man would end up hurting you in one way or another (he feels the same way about Hashirama's friendship with Madara). Tobirama knows better than to straight up just tell you to stop talking to him, but if he catches you with Madara, he'd probably find any excuse to pull you away from him.

↳ Your friendliness and kindness also reminds him of his brother, and he'd definitely have a soft spot for it. I feel like he'd ask you a lot of questions to try and figure out why you're this way and how the world you live in hasn't seemed to completely ruin your innocence. It would be such a wild concept to him, and as the curious mind he is, he'd definitely try to understand your point of view.

↳ He would definitely come to you for personal advice if you're close enough. You'd be easier to trust than most people and not as biased as Hashirama would be (and, let's face it, if Tobirama comes to you with a personal problem, 99% of the time Hashirama is somehow involved in it), and you'd likely be one of the few people who could make him genuinely laugh. (Making him smile is easy enough. Just look at any picture of him with his students when they were children. Or how he was looking at Sasuke while fighting alongside him during the war. Man's not as stoic as people think he is — but you have a better chance at beating him in a footrace than you have at making him laugh.)

↳ Tobirama would love having you around, tbh. You're not as blindly optimistic as his brother is, but you're still the kind of positive presence he desperately needs in his life. He wouldn't fear negative judgement from you, and he knows you always mean well. You're probably the only person he can talk to about his students who'll get just as hyped as he is and not make some comment about how it's "unlike him to be so soft" and ruin the moment.

↳ 12/10 friendship, would recommend. For his sake. Please. The poor man desperately needs a friend.

[armorabs]

The Mindy Issue: or, the age discrepancy of patrick and mindy

princess mindy is a character who was created specifically for the (first) spongebob squarepants movie, released in 2004. serving a supporting role in the movie, she's primarily present to assist spongebob and patrick in their quest to retrieve neptune's crown and prove mr. krabs' innocence in the theft to save his life. if you've watched the movie, you already know all this.

mindy as a character was designed by sherm cohen, one of the storyboarders for the series. according to a comment from sherm cohen, she is probably 13 to 14. there has otherwise been no contradicting statements or suggestion that she's any older than that. and with that in mind, she DOES look like a young girl.

she was created to be a pseudo-love interest to patrick star - and we say pseudo on account of the fact she never actually reciprocates patrick's feelings or shows any interest in him beyond the empathy and kindness she feels for all sea life throughout the film - so one would assume she's about the same age as patrick, yes?

well, she could have been... if not for the fact patrick is an adult in the original series. in fact, he's somewhere between ages 26 to 31.

"how can you say that that when a boarder says otherwise?"

it is definitely true that a few boarders saw spongebob and patrick as children and wrote them accordingly - sherm cohen as well as dan povenmire specifically are two who come to mind in this discussion - but boarders do not actually have the final say on what is or isn't true or canon about a character. what does have the final say would be the source material itself and the creator or show runner, respectively.

we know stephen hillenberg - creator of spongebob squarepants as a series, franchise, and character - was prepared to walk out on nickelodeon and the production completely early into development when ordered to make spongebob a child attending school. as the incident is described, the idea completely went against hillenberg's vision for the series and the character. this is why mrs. puff was created - spongebob attending boating school was a proxy to satisfy the network wanting spongebob to attend school, while keeping him as an adult. a proxy wouldn't be necessary if he was a kid, as a regular school would also be established for pearl to attend. so hillenberg always saw spongebob as an adult, and patrick being the same age as spongebob, would therefore also be an adult.

"characters repeatedly refer to spongebob and patrick as kids in the movie, so how can they not be kids?"

while the plot of the first movie does revolve around the fact that spongebob is continuously being referred to as "just a kid," the point is proving that he isn't a kid, just goofy. that he is no less responsible or capable despite being silly - or even childish and immature. it's a plotline that isn't so much coming of age as much as it's proving of age. nothing about him changes, he didn't grow up. he just proved how capable he already was to everyone else who knew him.

of course, that plot point isn't proof in of itself that either of them are adults, and the movie itself relies on the series for context. so what does the series itself have to say about the subject? well, the show itself points towards them being adults, too. in season 1 alone:

a grown, married man talks to his wife about having gone to kindgergarten with spongebob when they were kids in one episode.

both spongebob and patrick talk about high school and prom as some far-off thing that happened to them years ago. this would make them at least 18.

patrick talks about having been to college and meeting new people, with people who would know whether or not he'd ever been to college. this would also make him at least 18.

2000 years after spongebob had been working for the krusty krab for two years is 4017, meaning the series actually takes place around 2017 rather than 1996. if spongebob was born in 1986, this would have made him and patrick 31.

there's of course more evidence outside of the first season: adult women with children talk about how they wish spongebob had fathered their children while obviously attracted to him, which obviously would be inappropriate if spongebob were a child himself. meanwhile patrick has a a driving license, a fishing license, and a license to perform weddings - all requiring you to be at least 16 to 18 in most states. but of course, neither of these are necessarily proof quite like the previous points. it suggests the probability when combined with other facts, but is not proof itself.

but even outside of that - it's clear that both spongebob and patrick are continuously treated differently from pearl. pearl is the only character to have a specific age repeatedly mentioned in the source material, and she is explicitly 16 years old. the two consistently have expectations and responsibilities that are just not expected of children and teenagers in the series, so while the fact they're both home-owners isn't sufficient proof of being adults, their place in the world is.

in fact, as of kamp koral and the patrick star show, both spongebob and patrick are specifically 16 years older than pearl. while one may doubt the legitimacy of spinoffs as proof of their ages - it's important to note that while it isn't clear how much involvement hillenberg had in the development of either spinoff before his death - vincent waller mentions he never got to see the completion of either but little else - he did, apparently, pitch some of the concepts used in kamp koral.

the setting of kamp koral itself debuted in the third spongebob movie, sponge on the run, which was one of the last things we know hillenberg to have been involved with before his passing. the setting of kamp koral - previously known as camp coral, with a c - likely originated from the earliest concept for the story, which involved a parody of it's a wonderful life and iirc was conceptualized by hillenberg himself. so, since those aspects were conceptualized by hillenberg himself, that means the age differences between the characters would either be approved of by him, or solidified by him.

with spongebob being canonically ten in kamp koral, that would mean that as far as hillenberg's vision for the characters ages by the time of his passing went, in the main series spongebob, patrick, and sandy are all around 26, squidward and larry are around 30, while mrs. puff, mr. krabs, and plankton are around 46 in contrast to pearl's 16.

either way, this means that patrick is twelve years older than mindy if he's 26, and seventeen years older if he's 31. so, yeah, yikes!

of course, these weird implications would simply just go away if current show runner vincent waller simply decided to ... say.... have mindy reappear in one of the three shows and explicitly be referred to as being close in age to patrick, maybeeee....? squidward is literally 14 years old in kamp koral so it isn't like a 14 year old mermaid would be out of place in kamp koral... just saaaayingggg...

[fredwkong]

I’ve always tried to live virtuously, but as I look at all the grinning douchebags in the world, I wonder if my moral code might be keeping me from actually enjoying myself. I sometimes wish I didn’t care so much about being a nice guy…

At first, you think you’re getting mugged. A big, tattooed guy grabs you off the street and pulls you into an alleyway. You feel a poke at the back of your skull. “Shhhh, I’m here to help,” says the genie, muffling your scream with a spare hand. He has too many hands, at least eight running up and down your body, pulling on you like modelling clay and writing on your skin.

In moments, you’ve transformed into a pale, dark-haired Russian hunk covered in tattoos. Your coldly handsome face, seen in the mirror the genie holds up, looks like it should always be sneering at something lesser than you. Instead, you look small and frightened, held up only by the genie’s arms.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” says the genie, grinning at you in the mirror. Whatever’s digging into the base of your skull digs in deeper, like he’s aiming it. “You’ll be happier like this,” he tells you, and fires.

Magic shoots into your brain from where his fingers have been jabbed into your skin. You feel a rush as the genie’s power erases all of your compassion, empathy, and kindness. As he lets you go, you swing around and punch him in the balls with your new, callused hand. Before he can recover, you’ve grabbed his wallet and his watch and run off down the alley.

All that moral shit you believed before was such bullshit, you think to yourself as you strut down the street that night. Reciprocity, altruism, all that fucking nonsense. You grin at some airheaded twinks on the side of the road and they basically swoon at your superior, unbothered expression. Yeah, they’ll let you breed their useless fucking asses. All you need is money, power, and fun. Anything and anyone else is a roadblock in your fuckin' way.

Another wish fulfilled.

Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.

[xxchromies]

Toxic Tumblr Communities

Tumblr is a very interesting place. I feel like women have always dominated this website. While it's a great place for women to express themselves, it's obviously created a lot of really toxic communities that in all honestly could probably only be created by women. You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. You've got communities that normalize harmful behavior (self-harm, anorexia, drug taking) and communities that normalize harmful relationship dynamics (the teacher crush and true crime communities, the ddlg community, the kink community in general, etc.), all kinds of different shit. I won't deny that these are all really harmful in their own ways. BUT I can't stand the way many people talk about them.

It's not uncommon for people to make YouTube videos talking about these communities, and totally eviscerating the posters without showing a single shred of empathy, despite most of the posters being depressed, isolated, and traumatized teen girls.

When it comes to the communities that revolve around toxic behavior, I kind of hate how the posters are treated as if it is their fault and their fault alone for other people picking up on the behaviors. If someone looks at thinspo or a SH picture and is like "YES I want that!" did the post directly create those feelings? Or maybe JUST MAYBE the person viewing the post was already mentally ill and now they just become encouraged to be a part of a community with people they relate to? Also I kinda hate how people accuse these posters of "romanticizing" the things that they do, I really don't think it's true most of the time. I think what happens is that women are conditioned into always wanting to appear beautiful, and so they want even their pain to be beautiful. Which is why they then write "sadgirl" poetry about cutting or whatever. I also think it's a coping mechanism. If you're going through something difficult, the least you can do is be poetic about it. I also think that a lot of the times it's a cry for help. It's common to make fun of the emo girl who cuts for attention but even if it's for attention she's still hurting herself.

There are also communities that "romanticize" bad relationship dynamics. When it comes to the teacher crush community, I honestly don't think it deserves the hatred it gets. 99% of the posters have no plans to actually get with their teachers. In YouTube videos about this community, they often respond to the rare posts where underage girls gush about how their high school teacher reciprocates their love. The YouTubers blame the girl for posting about the situation and "romanticizing" it, rather than blaming the fucking adult male for taking advantage of a high schooler. It's abhorrent and I can't stand it.

The true crime community is less defensible, but even then, most of the girls do not support violence, it's more so a fantasy of being able to fix a evil man. And I honestly think it's reflective of the way society tells women and girls that they are responsible for men's feelings and actions, even the very worst of them. And pretty much all the posters are either depressed and isolated teen girls or 30-something year old women who have a history of dating violent and abusive men. When people criticize this community, there's something about the way they do it that's almost victim-blamey, idk. I won't act like what they're doing isn't harmful to the victims, but people act as if drawing the Columbine dudes being yaoi boyfriends or whatever is just as bad as the fucking shooting itself.

And the ddlg community on here mainly seems to be fronted by "littles" who roleplay as underage children having sex with their parents. Again, this is a baddd thing to be encouraging, even if it's through role-play. But I HATE how people act like pretending to be the little is the same as pretending to be the adult. All these girls are fantasizing about roleplaying sexual abuse and idk about you but they really do seem like victims to me. This is not a pass for them to promote harmful behavior but again I just hate the double standards. These people are turned on by being victimized and people somehow don't feel any sympathy for them. They act as if it's the EXACT SAME as being turned on by victimizing others.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I HATE how the standards for women are so much higher than they are for men. Women will post about the pain they are causing themselves, and society gets angry with them for daring to be upfront about it and/or trying to make it seem "beautiful". Women will post about how they want to be victimized, and society gets angry at them for promoting toxic relationships, while not offering them a shred of empathy and asking WHY they want that.

Idk I have a lot of thoughts on this. I'm not saying these girls are completely blameless and I really don't want it to be interpreted that way, but it's crazy to me the way people act like they are heinous and evil (and not like, victims of patriarchal conditioning) for romanticizing situations where they would be victimized.

[artist-issues]

I wouldn't want to risk inflating one's ego with these kind of messages normally, but I think now's a good time to remark how impressive a job you're doing. Not only the assessment of your battles in how to pick them and fight them, but also the empathy in recognising what people stand for yet stand to lose in the process and the compassion to be saying all of this in the first place in an effort to help people understand.

I know it's endless. I know it often appears to be doing nothing. I know some people are just out to hurt or undermine you. I know your empathy and openness isn't always reciprocated. You're not alone in seeing that. Don't forget that God sees it too.

I commend your patience, encourage your wisdom and pray for your endurance. If you need a chat or something, just let me know. You're serving the greatest good there is on a site often sorely deprived of that need. That's awesome!

This is unbelievably kind, and definitely needed! Thank you so much. You’re a true friend! Sometimes I just feel this sense of bewilderment, like “how can they be coming to those conclusions after what I just said?” And I worry that I’m communicating poorly. And I’m sure my temper and frustration start to get the best of me.

But God’s very good, and He is who He is regardless of how I represent Him. This is a good reminder! Thank you again.

[reriart]

First, I love your fics they are amazing. ❤️

Second, could I please request a gale x tav fic where gale is trying to figure out how to cook for a tav with no sense of taste due to trama and doesn't eat much as a result.

Thank you for your hard work.

Hi! Thank you so much for your super kind words! I liked this request so much and I immediately decided to write something. Although mine was not a trauma related to the sense of taste, I have had eating problems in the past and it was very difficult for me to eat when I was younger. I hope this fanfic, set in Act I, is a chance for those who have problems with food, whatever its nature, to feel a little better! (Divider by @cafekitsune)

I'm here for you.

Tags: tav has food disorder, ageusia (no sense of taste), dissociation if you squint, Raphael cameo (very hidden, very nice), friendship with a hint of romance, random Astarion passing by, gn!Tav. English is not my native language.

Sum: Gale offers to help you solve a health problem that's troubling you, without much success. However, the magician doesn't lose heart. You can read it on AO3 too.

“You must eat something.”

Shadowheart's tone is harsh. She stares at you with the pewter plate in her hand, worn by time. The light from the bonfire bounces timidly off the now dull surface, while the sausages and boiled potatoes - now cold - more willingly reciprocate the warm aura of the flames.

She throws the plate at your feet. “There's no point in traveling together to find a way out of this damn tadpole if we're going to die because you let yourself starve and don't cover our asses.” 

You know she's right. That starving is not the solution, but how can you explain to someone who has always been able to enjoy food that everything you swallow tastes like nothing but paper? Much less to a half-elf who has the empathy capability of a nightstand?

The woman squares you off, only to turn on her heels and return to her tent, while Lae'zel, the surly githyanki, addresses you with a chk. “Vlaakith be my witness, but for once we agree. Eat, istik.”

As the strange green-skinned warrior leaves for her quarters as well, you find yourself staring into the flames until you lose all concept of time and reality. It is Gale's voice that brings you back down to earth - feet that, by the way, are covered with chunks of meat and potatoes. You shake off the boot.

“You're hiding something, aren't you?” comments Gale, sitting down next to you. Of the whole group, he is the least threatening to you so far. He has a book in his hand, which he casually flips through. “I have an intuition that it's not just my questionable cooking that's keeping your stomach empty.”

You widen your eyes and blush, flicking a bitter smile, turning your gaze to the crackling wood. “You are perceptive.”

“One of my many qualities. I'm also a very good pianist,” the magician jokes. “These hands can do many things, not just handle the Weave.” 

The man conjures a cat made of light, leaping and playing at your feet, before fading into nothingness. “Would you like to talk about it?” he asks, now a little more serious. 

You finally dignify yourself by looking into his eyes, but you regret it a few moments later. You are not very accustomed to sharing personal business; however, after a long sigh, you abandon your qualms.

“I can't taste,” you confess, looking at your hands. A dry patch of skin peeps out on your right index finger and you feel like tugging it off, but you don't. “It's ... because of a bad thing that happened.”

Gale closes the book and sets it down beside him, then rests a hand on your shoulder. “It must be terrible, I'm sorry. I-I dare not imagine,” he murmurs. He squeezes your arm affectionately. Then he stands up sharply and raises a finger. “I am one with the Weave, I will certainly find a way to make you feel the flavors again. By Mystra, magic can do anything.”

“I've already tried many times...”

“But you haven't tried asking me,” he replies, full of confidence. “'Be patient, my friend. I have a fellow who could help us. He lives in the capital.”

You shrug and reply with a monotone “thank you,” then go back to staring at your hands. Why can't people mind their own business? As if you haven't already tried every possible thing! You are just missing a demonic deal. Absorbed in this thought, you wince on the log where you are sitting as soon as you see something move in the shadows, followed by a squeak. Damn rats.

Gale runs a hand over his unshaven beard, lost in the depths of his mind (which, most likely, has all the appearance of a library), then kneels beside you and puts both hands on your shoulders, forcing you to turn toward him.

“I'll cook something for you tonight.”

You raise an eyebrow, puzzled. “But I can't taste it.”

“While we're waiting to get to Baldur's Gate, we might as well give it a shot, right?”

“We have few rations, no need to waste them.”

The wizard thinks about it. “It means I will make very small portions. These are trial and error, not inn servings.”

For a second, you swear you are lost in his eyes. Brown, with tiny hints of gold and green, they remind you of a cozy autumn forest. They are round, sweet -- concerned.

“Do you worry like this over everyone?” you ask, not realizing you actually said it out loud. Tiredness plays tricks, especially if you haven't eaten in a while. “Or is this another way of making me understand what Shadowheart told me earlier?

Gale's face is crossed by a smile, vaguely gloomy. “Don't misunderstand me. It is important that you eat, both for the mission and because I would hate to lose a new friendship. However, I am not doing this with second thoughts, if that is what you mean. I will not shove a funnel down your throat.” 

With that said, the man stands up. “To work!”

To...work? 

“...Gale?” 

“Yes?” He replies, once again wearing his crumpled, stained apron-an outfit so different from his long, elegant wizard's robe. He has a smile on his face and seems full of energy. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, getting up and following him suspiciously. “You're not cooking again, are you?”

“And that's exactly what I'm doing.” He smiles, waving a zucchini in front of your nose. Then he pulls a tomato and a potato out of his backpack. 

“Don't waste food for me, please,” you beg, placing yourself in front of him. “It is useful to you and to others.” “Unless you come from some plane where food is not needed -- and I really don't think there is any, otherwise I would know -- yes, you need food,” he replies, quickly cutting the vegetable into small chunks. 

“...touché.”

You watch him with crossed arms, jumping here and there like a ferret who hasn't slept in three weeks. “Have you always been into cooking?” 

“I-I've had some rough times. Learning to cook has kept me busy. The Weave then can lead to interesting results.” He smiles and winks at you as he pours the vegetables into a pot and begins to stir it all by twirling his finger suspended above it. Another of his magic tricks. You blush and thank goodness it's nighttime. 

“And here it is. Come closer, don't be shy,” Gale prompts you, waving. “It's not poisoned; you might expect that from our fellow Shadowheart, perhaps. The sharites act in mysterious and, often, poisonous ways.”

You can't help but hold back a laugh. You sit down next to him, looking at what would appear to be a custard. “What is it?”

“A simple vegetable soup. But I made it for you.” He takes the ladle, filling it and bringing it closer to you. “Try it.”

You look at the man disgruntledly: you already know how it will turn out and you are sorry he committed to you. You swallow a little, but feel absolutely nothing but a bit of warm slime, the bites size of the vegetable pieces in your mouth. If it weren't for the fact that your taste buds have no life, you would say it's disgusting. You set the spoon down in the pot and sigh, making to get up, but Gale stops you with a hand on your leg, inviting you to remain seated. “Wait.”

He takes another spoon, and pours something on it, a powder perhaps. You notice a container close to the tools, but in the dark you can't identify its content. “Try it now.”

You want to roll your eyes, but you hold back. You taste, but again you feel nothing but the aforementioned textures in your mouth, as well as something powdery. “What did you put in it?”

“Powdered rabbit feces. The best in Neverwinter.”

You widen your eyes and spit out the contents, hitting your chest with your fist. “That's so gross! It's disgusting!”

Gale smiles. “How can a person with no sense of taste say something is disgusting?”

You try to wipe your tongue with your shirt sleeve. “Rabbit poop would disgust anyone!”

The wizard chuckles to himself. “Relax, it was just bread crumbs. However, it pains me to warn you that, for rabbits, their own droppings are quite delicious. They eat them straight from the...”

“Gale, for the love of the gods, 'shut up!” you implore him, throwing the ladle at him and...laughing. 

You're laughing. About food. 

It's not like you, but you're doing it. You are laughing your head off, as Gale conjures up a magic bunny that is about to....

“Gods, this is revolting, have mercy!” 

“I will stop only if you eat another spoon of soup, otherwise I can conjure up far more terrible scenes...”

You laugh, covering your mouth to try to muffle the noise and not wake your companions. Just as your gaze crosses Gale's, who reciprocates with a smile, a bush of white hair peeps out between the two of you. 

Astarion shows his canines, disgusted. “Gods, that's gross. I'm glad I don't have to eat the stuff you cook, Gale.” 

“And here is our pale companion. Did the hunt went well, Astarion?” Gale takes another spoonful and makes to offer it to the elf.

“Egregiously, I thank you. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to, you know, go anywhere but here. Keep that filth away from my nose, it smells awful,” she pushes him away, gesturing with his hand. 

“All right, all right. But Astarion, you really happen to be here,” Gale reflects aloud. “Tell us, do you only and exclusively savor the taste of blood?” 

You stiffen. You don't want to reveal your problem, you're ashamed of it, least of all to Astarion who seems like someone who can use even a pair of underwear as a weapon, let alone a weakness of yours. You look at Gale and dig your nails into your legs, trying to keep your tachycardia in check.

“That's not right. You see, blood is, as you can well imagine, my main resource. The second is most certainly wine,” he begins to explain, interrupting himself for a somewhat forced laugh, then gives a cough. “I can eat human food, but it tastes like excrements. And I have to throw it up afterwards.”

“I thank you, Astarion. You know, we had this doubt and we were curious.” Gale lies, on purpose, to avoid uncomfortable questions from the vampire. “I wish you a good night.”

“To you.” And with that, he gets up and walks off into the woods again, whistling. 

“Why did you ask him?!” you whisper, hitting him with a spoon on the forehead. “He might have been suspicious.” 

“Ouch! Well, I was curious. If he had answered that it was bland, I would have asked him if he ever perceived human food differently, but he didn't. We gained in cultural baggage, on the other hand.”

But you care little about cultural baggage. You watch the soup on the stove, the lazy bursting bubbles caused by the fire that is beginning to fall asleep. 

“I wish I could taste what you cook, Gale. I'm sure it wouldn't taste like shit,” you murmur, as you play with a pebble on the floor. “I'm sorry.”

He ruffles your hair. “I'm sure we'll find a way. From now on you will try every food we get. And if we don't come up with anything, I'm sure we'll find someone in Baldur's Gate who can help you. There is hope, as our cerebral roommates teach us well.” 

You bite your lip. “Thank you, Gale.”

He smiles. “That's what I'm here for.”

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Papyrus is autistic!

I believe that Papyrus from Undertale is autistic. And now, I'm going to prove that!!!

With arguments!

AND REASONS!

LETS GOOOOOOOOO!

Oh, and I confirm that Papyrus from Undermourning has ASD.

Before we start...

I just wanted to state that autism is the whole spectrum. Every person with autism is different from each other, just like neurotypical people are different from each other. People can't be more or less autistic and no one checks every single known symptom. Because they're many different symptoms and as I've said - it's the whole spectrum.

+Autism is not an illness. "Autism is a neurodevelopmental disorder marked by deficits in reciprocal social communication and the presence of restricted and repetitive patterns of behavior." (definition from: Wikipedia)

Reading social cues

So people with ASD tend to have difficulty with understanding some social situations and other people's emotions or completely misinterpret them. I want to also clear out that the austitic actually understand the basic emotions and how they look. Like smiling when you're happy, crying when you're sad, yelling when you're angry. But they can have problem with reading more complex ones.

However, worse understanding of social cues do not seem to aply to Papyrus that much BUT there is a reason I want to speak about it. You can get a feeling that Papyrus is more taught in this sphere rather than naturaly understanding things like this. You see, people with ASD can learn like normal people. So they can learn about social interactions like how to better understand emotions and react in certain moments.

For example, Papyrus understands that it's a nice thing to bring your friend a gift when you visit them. You can see it on the hang out with Undyne. But it feels more like Papyrus sees it as a rule rather than thinking if Undyne likes the gift. He just takes her word for it. On the hang out with Undyne, he is also able to notice the tension between Frisk and Undyne. But the way he reacts also feels like he learnt about this kind of situations and how he can deal with them.

Also after training with Alphys when he phones Frisk, you can see that Papyrus is aware that something is wrong with the doctor. He just doesn't says it outloud. It's even something that I have a problem with. I see that something is wrong with a person but I don't have courage to be straightforward about that because I'm not sure if I'm interpreting things correctly.

The situations where Papyrus actually seems to misinterpret social cues is when he's insulted. He always twists insults into something nice. It can be either because of very solid mentality that autistic people can have (in Papyrus case it's belief that he's the greatest and people would have no reason to insult him) or that he's actually aware that things others say aren't nice but he learnt that this is a way to deal with such situations. I personally think it's the first reason. Maybe it's because I myself tend to have very solid and hard to change beliefs.

Communication

So Papyrus is communicating very well, isn't he? And isn't autism a disorder that makes people unable to communicate properly?... Well, it's not like this. As I said, autism is the whole spectrum. And some symptoms can contrast with others. Some people with autism can have lower empathy and some can have higher empathy. Communicating is also one of those cases. Some people in spectrum may have difficulty with it but for example I'm communicating verbally very well. I even have very wider vocabulary (at least in my native language).

Actually, we can say that Papyrus has Asperger Syndrome which is a disorder in autism spectrum. I myself have Asperger Syndrome. Said syndrome is characterized by for example... very rich vocabulary. You can definetely say that Papyrus does use many different and fancy words. Just go through his dialogues in game!

You know what the autistic can be bad in? Lying. I personally never lie. I just find it one of the worst things that can be done. And Papyrus? He definetely dislike lying either. When he asks us about our clothes and we are being honest about it and won't change it later, he doesn't lie to Undyne and shows relief that he didn't have to lie to anyone. When we lie or tell the truth but change our armor, he lies to Undyne and visibly doesn't feel good about lying to his friend.

Hyperfixations and repeatability

Hyperfixations are very often in ASD. People with autism often obsess over very specific things.

Papyrus' hyperfixations are definetely puzzles and cooking spaghetti. Like, puzzles are the way he tries to capture Frisk with. He has bookshelf with complex tomes about puzzles creation. He's resposible for most of the puzzles we have to solve in Snowdin. About spaghetti, it's very obvious. This is the only thing Papyrus is cooking and you can see it's something he enjoys a lot even despite his food probably isn't too tasty...

Papyrus doesn't cook anything besides spaghetti and you know what autistic people often like? Repeatability. The autistic often stick to routine and plan their day. I myself like repeatablity and dislike unexpected changes. That's also what I have such solid beliefs that takes time to change and I believe Papyrus has the same. Now is about something else. First of all, Papyrus' clothes. Accoarding to Sans, Papyrus has been wearing the same clothes for months and didn't even take it off to shower. Sounds familiar... I MEAN-! I don't wear the same clothes for months, only for a few weeks and I take them off when I'm taking a shower. Papyrus' case is very extreme. Nonetheless, it proves my point.

We also can see his dislike to unexpected changes and unwillingness to try new things which are also often symptom of autism. I won't even explain it. I'll just put here parts of Papyrus' interview:

Stimming

There's not so many examples of it and the examples can be a little forced but I wanted to mention it anyway.

"Self-stimulatory behavior is the repetition of physical movements, sounds, words, moving objects, or other repetitive behaviors." (Wikipedia again!)

So stimming is used by people mostly to calm down but it's also very often symptom of ASD and also ADHD. For example, I can sometimes start moving back and forward without even noticing when I started doing it.

So does Papyrus stim? Well, here are my examples:

Stomping feet; Papyrus has animation where he does it. He repeatedly stomps his feet.

"Papyrus is rattling his bones."; it's one of narrator texts that can appear in Papyrus' battle which can also be read as stimming.

I understand if this argument was not very convincing. It was more an expansion than anything.

Childish?

Okay, okay Papyrus definetely does have some autistic traits but what if we're digging too deep into this? What if the point of his character was simply being childish? After all, he act like a child at times. He's gulliable as he proved with Flowey. He reads children picture books and he probably doesn't even read them by himself. Sans reads him bedtime stories. Besides books for children, Papyrus also has figures in his room and his bed looks like a bed child would sleep in...

No. Papyrus isn't childish. No, no, no, NO. It's often for autistic people to for example watch cartoons or sleep with plushies even when they're adult. Hell! Neurotypical people do that too.

Yes, Papyrus is naive. But people with ASD can often have problems with trust being little or too trusting.

So no. Papyrus is not childish. He's autistic. I hope I've been able to convince ya to this.

Thank you for reading<3

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A Chapter Two preview from Blossoming Connection:

"Mario, Luigi! I'm so glad you both could make it!" Peach's eyes sparkled with joy as she approached them with open arms. Leaning down just a touch, she enveloped Luigi in a warm embrace, who gladly reciprocated the gesture. Afterward, she gently cradled Mario’s face and pressed a soft, loving kiss on his lips, causing a slight quiver in his knees.

“Oh, for crying out loud!” Luigi exclaimed, feigning irritation. “Do you guys really need to be all lovey-dovey at this time?” He made a silly face and stuck his tongue out in mock disgust.

With a shared glance and mischievous grins, Mario and Peach turned to Luigi, ready to respond. They leaned in for a series of affectionate Eskimo kisses, their noses playfully touching before their lips met again, this time lingering a bit longer. Luigi, unable to resist the moment, dramatically clutched his stomach and bent over as he pretended to retch. Mario and Peach erupted into laughter, enjoying the lightheartedness of Luigi's antics, with Luigi soon following suit.

It had been a month and a half since Mario and Peach officially began their romantic journey, and despite his lighthearted teasing, Luigi felt a genuine sense of pride in their enduring relationship. He had always been their cheerleader, but watching their love unfold wasn’t without its challenges. In the early days, Mario and Peach would often invite Luigi to join their outings, but he would politely decline. He understood their intentions were good, yet it stung to see them together. On the rare occasions he did tag along, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being a third wheel. There were evenings when he returned home feeling downcast, especially when they seemed lost in their own world, sharing tender moments that left him on the sidelines.

Thankfully, Mario and Peach were not entirely oblivious to Luigi’s feelings. They reached out to him, apologizing for unintentionally sidelining him, especially knowing he was still healing from his crush on Peach. Their empathy and awareness helped heal his heart, and two weeks after their relationship became official and he shared his feelings, Luigi could confidently say he had moved on. He still held a deep admiration for Peach, but now it was strictly as a friend, just as she viewed him.

Yet, watching Mario and Peach bask in their love stirred a different kind of envy in Luigi. Their happiness sparked a longing within him, making him question if he would ever find a love like theirs. Although Peach had comforted him with the promise that he would meet someone special, his confidence in that notion was fading. The Mushroom Kingdom, as he saw it, was largely populated by Toads, amiable Goombas, Koopa Troopas, and Bob-Ombs, with hardly any humans in sight. Luigi was accustomed to seeing interracial couples back in Brooklyn, but the notion of interspecies dating was completely alien to him. He never entertained the idea of a romance with a Toad or Koopa Troopa. He believed that if he wanted to find love, he would need to return to Brooklyn should the opportunity arise. However, the thought of leaving Mario behind was too painful to bear for him. He would never dream of putting Mario in the awkward position of having to choose between him and Peach. It was equally unfair to put Peach in a situation where she might lose the only person that she had formed a romantic bond with, especially considering her home was a world devoid of human companionship. Thus, Luigi came to terms with the possibility that he might live his life without ever forming a romantic connection.

“Luigi,” Mario called with worry etched across his features, pulling Luigi from his reverie. “Are you okay?”

With a bashful smile, Luigi shook his head, realizing he had been caught daydreaming. The knowing look on Mario’s face confirmed that their twin bond had revealed his inner musings. He chuckled while scratching the back of his head in a playful manner. “Everything’s just fine, Mario.”

A faint line formed on Mario's forehead, a clear indication that he was not entirely convinced by Luigi's claims. Luigi let out a resigned sigh, anticipating the relentless questioning that would surely follow as Mario sought to uncover his hidden thoughts. To his surprise, Mario simply offered a gentle smile and rested a comforting hand on Luigi's shoulder, easing some of his tension. However, Luigi couldn't help but notice a strange undertone in Mario's smile, as if he were concealing a secret. Nonetheless, he quickly dismissed the idea, thinking he was reading too much into it.

~~~

What could Mario be hinting at here...🤔

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If Hannigram do end up having sex in s4 or s5, do you think Will is going to dom Hannibal?

On the one hand: I don’t think there’s going to be a s4/s5 at this point and I’m fine with that. I don’t enjoy a lot of what’s been floated as planned for future seasons and I’m skeptical of how much of that was ever really going to be on the table just because of how making a TV show works. Idk what we’ll see or not see there. On the other hand: that means I and every other writer/artist/fan has a blank check for what they would want to see in that time frame. I can’t say what I think we would see but I can definitely hold forth at length about what I would write if I were somehow in charge of the Official Hannigram Paddling Sequence.

The thing that makes any kind of dominance/submission dynamic between them so fraught is of course all the very unsimulated betrayal and violence, but a lot of things could conceivably happen after that game changer s3 finale. So taking it for granted that they finally recognize that they do in fact want to fuck each other, and in the alternate universe where they’re permitted to fuck nasty, I do think Will could and would dom Hannibal — but it would be with their customary level of 4D-chess mind games in play. Hannibal submitting to anybody (and I do think he has wonderful subby moments, especially with Bedelia) is always like one of those optical illusions where the silhouette of a vase is produced by the negative space between two faces. They both know what he’s capable of and what he’s done in the past, so what he’s not doing is as important to the scene as what he *is* doing.

So without further ado, because I did 100% ask for weird Hannigram sex asks, here are some thoughts on yaoi weird Hannigram sex. (Content note: discussion of risk-aware consensual but undernegotiated kink, sex, elements of consensual non-consent, hypothetical consent issues/canon-typical mental cruelty.)

I do think Will would have a lot of complex emotions and desires to unpack in a sexual encounter where a consensual(ish) exploration of fantasy is the whole point, and that Hannibal would be receptive to that — one of my favorite flavors of dom!Will is with Hannibal really gratified by and getting off on the darker emotions Will would be more hesitant to explore during a sex/kink scenario with someone who, bluntly, he didn’t feel on some level deserved it. (Or as Hannibal might prefer to frame that, was worthy of those emotions.) He has a lot of real anger to tap into and I think the exploratory and experimental space of kink would allow him to express and come to terms with some of his more contradictory impulses where Hannibal’s concerned. That kind of kinky theatrical engagement lends itself to dialogue and exploration, kind of a horny improv comedy situation where two people conspire together to bring each other pleasure and catharsis, which I think Will might, if he could get past all his turbo guilt, enjoy. The fact that Hannibal enjoys the *thought* of Will hurting him physically (up to the point of… yk, murder) precludes that being really satisfying as pure revenge, but it also gives Will a kind of permission to get pretty wild with it while still feeling love and tenderness for this guy. I also think Will’s weird reciprocal powers of imagination and empathy would make a funky feedback loop between him and a partner with appropriately complicated kinks — identifying what gets somebody off and why, then getting off on getting them off on a deep and intimate level. It’s the more benign version maybe of getting satisfaction out of perceiving what will hurt Hannibal most (in the unsexy, unwanted, non-negotiated sense) and then doing exactly that. Sapiosexuality but for only being able to get off on probing the inner workings of very conceptually complicated fetishes.

The real impediment besides Will’s own guilt (and any painful emotions he might have surviving that s3 finale) would be Hannibal’s irresistible need to poke and prod at other people’s brains. I don’t love the way people use the pejorative sense of “topping from the bottom” — too often it’s so ill defined that it gets into ugly essentialist territory and I think overstepping the bounds in a kink scene can go in any direction, it’s not fine when a dom oversteps either — but Hannibal is not really great at respecting limits and he’s fully capable of going too far and inflicting unwanted mental cruelty even if he’s totally physically immobilized. (In fact, it’s kind of the character’s thing, arguably.) So getting Hannibal to play nice long enough for Will to play with him at all would be tough, but not impossible with the right incentives.

If they can engage in that dynamic as sort of co-conspirators and collaborators instead of being genuinely adversarial I think they could both get a lot out of being on either side of the equation. (This goes for sex in general, I think, I don’t see either of them as a die-hard exclusive top or bottom. Hannibal would have pretentious thoughts about this and about the complexities of power and pleasure while I think Will, under ideal conditions, would enjoy the flexibility of switching roles and exploring different sides of himself.) Hannibal has a whole worthy-opponent thing which is very wonderfully horny so I think he’d get off a lot on being forced/yk, “””forced””” to submit if that meant similarly forcing/“forcing” Will into being brutal with him (with whatever level of real vs. play-acted resistance) and Will would get off on having a designated space (if never exactly a safe space given Hannibal’s a dangerous guy) to explore his capacity for violence without the fear of losing control of himself or of hurting somebody who’s not fine with being hurt under those conditions. I uhhhhh have a fic where post-s3 Will consensually hunts down Hannibal for sport and fucks him when he catches him so I have lots of thoughts about how they could conceivably bone. Either of them can perform their dominance of the other purely verbally but I feel like this pairing/dynamic combo pairs well with rough body play/impact play, verbal humiliation of a horny variety, ruined orgasms, orgasm denial, rope bondage, and de facto honor bondage/compelling him to endure uneasy positions of anticipation and expectation. (“Hold perfectly still while I shave you even though you know I could fully cut your throat with your own stupid expensive straight razor” 👌👌👌👌) Lots of emotions and skirting different types of edgeplay. Invoking the real nuclear option(s) in terms of their respective relationship insecurities/traumas would escalate things in an unsexy way neither of them would enjoy, but Hannibal enjoys being seen by Will and Will could get a strong reaction out of him without even laying a hand on him. Or while laying hands on him very sparingly. Special Investigator Graham, you must simply edge 👏 that 👏 man. 👏

It’s always a touchy situation between them and I don’t think it would get any less touchy with them on the run together, but I can imagine lots of possibilities for the two of them to explore their complicated feelings for each other through the time honored medium of bossing a hot older man around sexually.