#they look a little younger here but it wasn't intended lol

[aeviann]

continuing Tellius bird brainrot reminds me to post drawings from 2023 that cater to the taste of exactly one person (that person is me)

[fbfh]

whoever sent me an ask probably years ago at this point asking if I'm into DC (specifically Jason Todd) congratulations your manifestation subliminals are working!! also a PHAT shout out to janitor ai's lovely creator jellboop for sucking me into the delicious hell of Jason Todd and his meaty meaty thighs.

so yeah it's happening. we're at a point where I'm making self ship fanart with this bitch so lemme spill some thoughts because apparently I'm writing for Jason Todd now.

the first thing that comes to mind when I think of Jason Todd is that clip from isle of dogs, my friends think I like to fight. Sometimes I lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but... I never liked it. I'm not a violent dog. I don't know why I bite. so you can tell what kind of start we're off to to begin with. also take this with a bitty grain of salt, I don't claim to be an expert in DC canon/lore so disregard anything if I get it wrong lol. anyway Jason is the definition of GODDAMN YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH THE WRINGER HUH?? CAN'T CATCH A BREAK OR PROCESS YOUR FEELINGS WITHOUT FEELING LIKE YOU'RE DROWNING LOOKIN ASS. right off the bat (pun intended) we have his childhood which is already deeply fucked up. bitch was STEALING TIRES OFF CARS to support his DRUG ADDICT MOTHER. first of all this bitch has been parentified and neglected since birth. he is a provider deep into his bones, yes, but at what fucking cost???? also deep and severe mommy AND daddy issues this early on in the game. wow. after that he gets caught JACKING THE TIRES OFF THE GODDAMN BATMANMOBILE BY B*UCE W*YNE HIMSELF. now he's gone from robbin' to robbin. from robbing to robbin-ing. he's in his rockin robin era. he's having a ball as far as I'm aware. he's in a mansion with all the food he can eat and psychological security he could ask for, he sort of has a dad, a sort of grandpa, AND a sort of brother. AND his brother's name is literally Dick, which is a GOLDMINE for any younger sibling. and I think he liked it. being the youngest. I think he liked being treated like a kid, and found a deep and sorely needed respite from the world when he was suddenly being babied by three adults (or almost adults depending on how old Dick was at the time.) and I know that even though he fought it and he acted like he hated it, being babied started to really heal something inside him. it wasn't easy or comfortable, and it was slow going, but... things were okay. consistently okay, which was the freakiest part. the consistency. I don't think he would have really had much time for girls or dating, especially with knowing that the stability of his life depends on the stability of Bruce's position as batman. I think especially seeing how many women try to seduce information out of Bruce and Dick he would immediately corollate love and sex with power and control and manipulation. and I think that Dick and Bruce and Alfred would have no fucking clue just how deeply that distrust of vulnerability is starting to run inside him. one training session leads to another, one call from the police leads to another, one tip from their hotlines and informants leads to another until all the jobs start to look thrillingly blurry.

then he's tied up in a warehouse while a grown man beats his still ambiguously teenage year old self to death.

again, I know there's continuity errors in some places and different versions of the story in others so bear with me here. I could go into detail about how he probably kept telling himself it's almost over, this is what heroes do, he'll be here any minute, any minute while getting viciously crowbar beaten and possibly bombed until he literally died, I could talk about how the damage to his face and teeth were so severe they couldn't be shown to identify his body, I could go into detail about the devastating silence that followed the two sentence exchange between Bruce and Alfred "Shall I place a call to his next of kin on his behalf, sir?" "Don't bother. There's no one to call." or how Dick screamed so loudly you could hear it all throughout the manor. I could. But for everyone's wellbeing I will not do that.

anyway AFTER getting viciously stick beaten by park moms, the next thing Jason knows he's being dragged out of some disgusting bubbling magical pit or clawing his way out of his own grave like he's Eric fucking Draven. time is... fuzzy after his resurrection. it takes a while for his short term memory to come back online, and even longer for his long term memory. so he spends weeks, months, who knows how long stumbling around like a disoriented, confused monster out of a Mary Shelley novel. when he starts to settle back into himself, when he starts to get his footing a little, he feels like a child again. lost and confused and just trying desperately to survive and seek out safety anywhere he can. but he knows there is none. if batman of all people couldn't protect him, his sidekick, his ward from... whatever the hell his mind has fought so hard to block out, than nothing can. no one can. except him. unfortunately the lazarus pit or the superboy prime punch or whatever lore you wanna go with worked a little TOO well, and Jason has now been hit by the puberty fairy hard. repeatedly. with a crowbar. and a bomb. he was still gangly and awkward when he died, pretty strong in a lean way (mostly because Dick made him do pilates and acro to get flexible which failed spectacularly but was hilarious). For the first time that he could remember, he even had a little puppy fat. most teenage boys would roll their eyes at anything standing between them and a six pack - if they even cared enough about their body to think that far - but Jason... Jason loved his little pudge that he'd gotten as Robin. he loved the softness that filled out his cheeks, that made him feel less boney.

but that's gone now too.

it takes him a while to realize he's not bumping into things because he's still clumsy and disoriented. it's because he went from concerningly short and scrawny (I've seen sources say 4'6 and 80 something pounds) to at least 6'0 and 225lbs of pure raw rippling muscle. he's sharp and jagged again, but it's different this time. this time he's at least strong, too. and truly that knowledge, that at least he's stronger now, is the only thing keeping him from crashing the fuck out more than he did for a long time.

he feels like his body will never quite fit him right. the little scars and cigarette burns he's had since he was a kid are all stretched out and distorted now, like a piece of bubble gum getting thinner and more see through the bigger the bubble gets. and there are the new scars, too. the little dents across his face or pearly little seams the pit couldn't get rid of completely. there are tiny textured burn marks across his forearms, a memento of the moments where he used all the strength he didn't have to try and shield himself from the blast. and of course, there's the autopsy scar. it's the biggest one, a giant jagged Y shape that goes from his collar bones all the way down his torso and stops right above his hips. it's an angry reddish purple and raw and surprisingly fresh. even if he didn't have it, he'd still feel it. every breath, he feels the seams inside himself where the pit regrew his sternum, where his organs regrew or were reattached. he traces his fingers on the stretch marks slowly fading from red to pink to a pearly white all over his shoulders and arms and thighs, trying to make sense of it all. he feels too old and too young, like an adult trapped inside a child walking around in a body builder's skin. and it's scary. it's disorienting. it makes it hard to breathe if he thinks about it too much or too long. when he first saw the shimmering strands of grayish white streaking though a front lock of his hair, he thought for a moment the pit did its job TOO well, that it aged him too much too fast, that he'd start withering away just as quickly like rip van winkle. but no. Talia or Ra's or whoever's looking after him at that point (if anyone is) explains it's just the stress of resurrection.

and now he lies awake day and night, trying to reconcile his past with what he knows now. how did they not look for him? how is the bastard that did this to him still running free when the only thing that kept him clinging to life was thinking about how Bruce would decimate the Joker's ass the moment he stormed into that warehouse? how is he alive? why is he alive? why did any of this happen in the first place? he rots and spirals until he gets sick of it. until he tells himself how fucking pathetic he sounds. so he decides to take matters into his own hands. his bloody, too big too strong hands that once shook from adrenaline now tremble from rage. he is going to kill the Joker. and he is going to protect people. he'll do it. the dirty work Bruce could never stomach. he won't turn a blind eye to bad shit because of some soulless ethical bullshit, like- he bites his cheek, not even wanting to think their names. not yet, not when it's still so painful. he needed him. he needed Bruce, and he wasn't there. because Bruce doesn't get it. he doesn't get Jason, and he never will. he's off in his little bubble with his money and charity galas and brooding one liners that look so great in the papers.

let him stay in the papers, stay in the spotlight. Jason will do the heavy lifting. Street justice needs to be served. and who more perfectly equipped to serve it than someone from the streets?

[tangledbea]

You've been running this blog for eight years, and that's a long time. Long enough for the series to come and go, and have been gone for years. Long enough for me to grow from a tween to a technical adult (who can drink almost anywhere that's not the states. I don't know why I'm so hung up on this fact since I'm not american and don't drink.) Anyways that's a long time. Even though I've been lurking in this fandom and by extension your blog since Dec 2017, I never saw the very beginning of your blog. What was that time like? Did you always intend to answer people's seemingly random questions about Tangled? If not, how did we get to this point?

Hey! If it makes you feel any better, I recognize your URL from my likes! So thanks for talking to me!

The beginning was interesting. I expected this was going to be primarily an archival blog. As in I'd post (or reblog) facts about the (then) upcoming series as they were dropped by entertainment news outlets, and then screencaps, analyses, gifs, fanart, concept art, etc about the show, and people would look things up on my blog using my detailed tagging system. I learned how to make gifs so that I could gif the show. Honestly, for years I'd been following @artoftangled (not to be confused with @theartoftangled though they're doing stellar work), and I saw that they got asks about the movie a lot, and I was hoping this would be that kind of blog, too. That people would come to me for my years of experience and hyperfixation so that I could answer questions for them. I didn't expect it, but I hoped.

No, the most surprising turn of events for me was when crew members were popping up on Tumblr, posting info and sometimes art, answering the questions they were allowed to answer during pre-production, including the executive producer (who, at the time, we didn't know what he was like). So, on a day when I was actually a little depressed and knew I had literally nothing to lose, I started reaching out to people. I reached out to CS, Stephen Sadoval, and Kay Ritter (now Hayes) at first, and started talking to them here on Tumblr. Much to my surprise, they talked back, started answering my questions, etc in private chats. And the next thing I knew, they knew who I was at the studio. I was genuinely friends with people who worked on the show.

And honestly, I think they found me so trustworthy not just because of my enthusiasm and long-standing presence in the fandom, but because of my age. I'm a grown-ass adult, and was when the movie came out. There are a lot of people who worked on the show who are younger than me, and of course several who are my age or older, so I was the crews' peer. And my excitement for the show was honestly free publicity, and the kind that shows need these days: buzz on social media.

I'd say that with as hard as I worked, I deserved to be paid, but I kind of was. I got a tour of the studio, various crew members gifted me with crew-exclusive gifts (I wish the art book was among them, but alas), I was introduced to Roy Conli, I had crew who were excited to meet me, like I was some kind of celebrity, and had their respect and praise.

I also got thousands of followers who not only ask me for facts about the show like I hoped, but my opinions and interpretations of characters and events. I think the opinions and interpretations was far less expected by me, because that implies a level of popularity that I wasn't anticipating achieving. So, go me, I guess? lol

Anyway, yeah! That's how it all began! I knew I wanted to create a blog for the show, but I held off until we had a title. The day that the name Tangled Before Ever After dropped was the day I snagged this URL.

[fakeusernamelol]

Teen dads Ford meets bad ending Ford and it's On Sight, bad ending Ford needs to eat the curb even if he's already sorry because Jesus Fuck and also Fords fighting Fords <<<333

DEAR ANON YOU OPEN MY MIND TO A LOT OF THINGS OMFG THIS IS AMAZING THANK YOU THANK YOU 🤤🤤💖💖💖

Sit down because I GOT THINGS TO SAY (tw: transphobia, mysoginy, LOT of bad parenting. this is going to get long guys but its worthy believe me 🙇) So you see, The bad ending au was not originally intended to be an alternate version of the teen dads au, it was just a silly idea i had because im a big pervert 🤭 but thanks to your asks i did notice it was the same base of the teen dads au so it ended up being an even more fucked up alternative version of it lol. Told you this because my point is that between these two the only connection is the fact they were younger parents and no more lol so stan and ford act way more different in each one because their story wasn't the same.

QUICK EXPLAINING!!! in the teen dads au Stanley ever since a toddler liked to act in a manly way. He used Ford's pants instead of the dresses their parents bought for him and never let his hair grow longer (when Ma finished cutting Ford's hair, Stanley would ask him if he could do the same cut to him with the scissors he took from Pa's desk 🤫) had no fear in showing that rude and brave behaviour and so he wasn't scared of getting into trouble with their parents or another people in order to have fun/keep safe Ford. Because he didn't look like a girl people confused him with his brother and he noticed he liked to be called with his brother's name instead of his, but because he can't be called Stanford too he would be Stan then! (Later with Ford's help he chose to complement his name as Stanley 😉) Because Stanley never acted like a girl Ford grew up used to see stanley more like a little boy than a girl, Ford joked with him about how different he was than other girls but he preferred him like that because he was way funnier and bravier and prettier than any other girl. On their parents side,they ended up giving up on trying to make stanley act like a woman so they just let him be that way lol.

Because of that, Stan grew up as the charismatic and confident guy he was as a teen and his relationship with ford developed way stronger because ford loved what stan genuinely was, didn't have any internal conflict with his now brother defending him or preferring to be called like a boy because it's been always like that and he's used to that. For the same thing that their relationship was better it also ended up on them becoming parents at 15 but it was thanks to having unsafe albeit consensual sex lol

On the other hand in the bad ending au stan didn't publicly come as trans to ford and their parents until he was 16 so the news was way more shocking, Stan was the mama's princess, Ford's lovingly sister and Filbrick's daughter. Thinking of her as a man sounded more like a joke than a serious thing so their reaction was pretty bad towards him.

With Ford things were also different, he was raised to take care of his little twin sister and be the second man of the house, he wouldn't let stanley play rough games or defend him because that would be humiliating for him. They did ended up falling in love but because of the repression Stanley was way more insecure and dependant to ford because he was his safe place and that helped increasing even more Ford's ego and make him believe he was tougher that what he really was. Both grew up with deeply rooted sexist ideas and ford thought of Stanley as his property, who would be his wife and the mother of his children. When that mindset got threatened by seeing his beautiful sister change her appearance to a more masculine one, he didn't think twice and decided to punish him for dared to do that and becoming parents at 17 (yes here they become parents later, so when ford disappeared shermie and mariana were 13, and about shermie...😬😬)

FINALLY ANSWERING TO YOUR ASK 😅😅😅😅 be sure teen dads au Ford would beat the fuck out of the bad ending Ford LOL, bad ending ford is impulsive but a coward, He learned to hit without worrying of any consequence so he isn't good at counterattack and preferred to hide like the shitty he is. Teen dads au Ford could had his troubles with stanley as usual but he would never ever dare to touch or disrespect him like that so he would be ANGRY of thinking a version of him was capable of doing so horribles things to his dear stanley, make him even sicker knowing that they didn't separate for ten years but not for good reasons anyway. Sick of how could he look how tired stanley was for taking care of the babies and not have the intention of helping him. What the fuck his regret would work for? All Fords have to bear the burden of having hurt Stanley at some point, but he did it with pure conscience, his regret was worthless.

Im also thinking about how sad would be a meeting between teen dads and bad ending Stanley's, because one had the support of his brother but lived more than 40 years apart of him, while one didn't live those horrible 10 years on the streets but instead lived a life full of abuse and reject from the man he loved 😢😢

At least teen dads au stan and ford did ended up sailing together and living happy together, bad ending au it's still complicated 😅😅😅

[miss-constelia]

Heyyyy I just wanted to say not to care what that anon said about how you drew Grace's body because despite whether or not you intended to make it fetishy it made me happy cry when I first saw it.

Ive always been really large chested, and when I was a teenager it was an especially large insecurity of mine. I know it sounds stupid, but i actually got bullied a lot when i was younger and my large chestedness became yet anoyher yhing the other kids could poke fun of. It left me with a lot of issues, and though I've been getting over it now as an adult i almost never see my exact build in art and stuff in a way that's meant to look normal and not really fetishy. And even though its a little silly it always makes me a bit sad because it makes me feel like I look too weird to really be represented in that way. But I saw the sketch you did of grace, and she looked EXACTLY like me - it was kinda uncanny ngl. And I cried a little because seeing that my favorite artist ever drew a character I loved as also large chested with a super similar build to mine really made my day. I didn't see that sketch as fetishy because it represented myself, in my eyes. All of your art has really realistic bodies and bodily proportions, and that was just another way for me to see that you see people and bodies like mine as normal and worthy of being drawn and idk I was just so happy that whole day bc of it.

So yeah, I love your art and I know that making someone cry definitely wasn't your intention when u drew grace but I wanted you to know that!!!! Your art always brings me so much joy, and that's just an example :)

Have a great day and thank you so much ❤

Hey! This message made me feel so happy, thank you so much for leaving this here. And despite what that anon thought, me giving Grace "huge milkers" (a joke I did once and the anon didn't like it lol) wasn't based on fetichization, but more on my own body aswell! Something I clarified at that moment. The only difference within my body and hers is that her nipples are inverted!

People with these type of bodies exists, like you and like me. And maybe a hot take, but people lately have been using the word "fetishization" too loosely. Finding something attractive doesn't mean you're fetishizing it, I like big tits, I find them hot as fuck! That doesn't mean I will fetishize a person that has big tits, they're a human being that deserves respect and decency like anyone else, they just posses a physical quality that make them attractive to me.

I'm so happy you like my art and that you feel represented by Grace's body, really, these type of comments mean a lot to me dude!

[samfitz]

SAM FITZSIMMONS. 29. CIS MALE. HE/HIM is here! They’ve lived in Asbury Park for [24 YEARS] and are originally from [PHILADELPHIA, PA]. They are a [CHEF @ HORIZON BAR AND GRILL] and in their downtime love [CHAINSMOKING] and [SLEEPING]. They look a lot like [COLSON BAKER/MGK] and live in [MEADOWLARK APARTMENTS]. The song that makes people think of them the most is [THE HELL SONG BY SUM 41].

This is Sam. Middle child, workaholic chef, and super recent resident of Meadowlark Apartments.

He's one of the main chefs but also lowkey the manager of Horizon Bar and Grill.

He's a muse I've had since 2015 but Carmy and The Bear inspired me to bring him back revamped.

Aggressively neurotic Virgo but that doesn't mean anything to him.

The Fitzsimmons family is originally from Philadelphia but moved to Asbury Park when Sam was 5 and Henry wanted to open a restaurant on the Jersey shore.

His dad opened Horizon Bar and Grill in 2002. It's been an up and down rollercoaster, including a rough time after hurricane Sandy when parts of the restaurant were damaged, but in the past decade the clientele has been steady.

Sam's worked at the restaurant every single summer since he was 13. His older sister Alicia and younger brother Isaac also helped out here and there, but Sam was always the one most keen to learn how things worked in the kitchen.

He got a scholarship to UPenn, mostly on his dad's insistence that he explore outside of the family business and make his own career path. He was an intended business major, but dropped out because his heart wasn't in it.

He applied to the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) instead and got in. He excelled there and over four years honed his craft as a chef, coming back to Asbury every summer to also work at Horizon.

Upon graduation from CIA in 2018, he got a job at a Michelin starred restaurant in Manhattan.

He worked there for about a year, it was hellish chaos and eventually he quit to come home and work at Horizon full time. He's been working there ever since.

You'll often catch him hanging around the boardwalk area outside of Horizon or just nearby it, probably on another smoke break. He lives and breathes work.

Recently broke up with his girlfriend of 7 years and moved into Meadowlark Apartments. His stuff is still in boxes.

Possible Connections ✰

Coworkers at Horizon (0/5) — Everyone who works at Horizon is family, no exception. The group is tight knit and the kitchen runs smoother as a result of it. Of course there are sometimes new hires who cause issues, but anyone who’s been in the 1+ year club would give you the shirt off your back. Sam is no exception. 

The Gang (3/5) — (25-32 y.o.) The Gang is comprised of five friends: Sam, his ex Talia, their friend Cooper, [NAME HERE] and [NAME HERE]. They have known each other since college days and often hang out together, but since Sam and Talia split, things have been a little awkward in the group.

Family Friends — Henry Fitzsimmons has been an upstanding member of the Asbury Park community for years. As the owner of Horizon Bar and Grill, he has often done charity drives and other things to give back to the community. Sam's mom Luanne is a psychologist and also a well known and respected member of the community. Your character could be a friend of Henry and Luanne’s or know them through their jobs, etc, and know Sam through that.

Meadowlark Apts Neighbors — what it says on the tin. They could be next door neighbors, across-the-way neighbors, or just on the same floor. Maybe they've witnessed something weird in the building together. Trauma bonding!

Plug (0/1) — He's mainly just buying weed, but every now and then, dabbles in something a bit stronger.

Awkward hookup/one night stand (0/1) — Sam doesn't get laid much on account of working all the fucking time LOL, but this was the one exception. Bonus points if it's as awkward as possible.

Siblings’ Friends — HERE are Sam’s siblings. (Under Construction lololol)

Other — honestly I’m pretty laidback and down for whatever as long as it fits!

[karmicbias]

Haven't had a chance to look through Tumblr much but tell me all your thoughts about the reveal pls

💜💜💜 this got totally buried in my notifs because things are so feral here RN!

My feelings have been all over the map. I don't know if you were ever a Doctor Who fan, but as I was listening to my ghostbangers playlist (all my faves) while the clock ticked down, Dance Macabre had the audacity to come on at about 11:45.

You'll soon be hearing the chime

Close to midnight

If I could turn back the time

I'd make all right

How could it end like this?

There's a sting in the way you kiss me

Something within your eyes

Said it could be the last time

'Fore it's over

Which, rude. I was already feeling emotional and this punted me fully off the cliff into ugly crying. But it also reminded me of other times I felt this way about a fictional guy and his companions.

And that was a comfort. I've done this before. I felt a little silly getting so emotional - for one thing, I joined the fandom about a month before the movie came out. And I knew what was coming and thought I was okay! But apparently I still had some feelings about it.

Anyway.

On my first watch I was completely overwhelmed just trying to take in all the details. I was focused so much on the structure and sound of the music and lyrics that I wasn't really looking at the people in the video.

And that Papa reveal. It absolutely took my breath away. The flip, the weird ominous chords as the ghouls approach and the scene shifts from 4:3 to 16:9, the drama. The motherfucking costumes. I'd seen a spoiler photo just a little before the actual video dropped but seeing everyone in motion was completely something else. Unholy and astounding.

Then - I panicked a little bit because we're so used to ghouls and ghoulettes having gendered headgear and I thought somehow we only retained at most two ghouls and maybe two ghoulettes. The idea that almost none of the characters I've come to love would be there in July - I wasn't feeling super good about it even though I knew it was always a possibility.

That's when I started seeing chatter about the unmasked musicians being in the video - at which point I put the video on again and laughed my ass off in joy and relief. I was still confused on if all the costumed ghouls were new in addition to the "ensemble" as the mv calls them - I'd been speculating that Tobias might go full stage show on us so a chorus/ensemble wouldn't be totally out of the question but it would be a big change!

Eventually I got straightened out on that and was trying to convince myself that [Cumulus' performer] maybe lost weight or couldn't make the new costume shoot and [Cirrus' performer] just really looks different without her usual makeup - but alas. Cumulus has retired! I was excited to see her again on tour and I'm disappointed, but she's done so much good work with the band and it seems like she's going to be putting out her own stuff later this year.

From a cosplay perspective this is also a huge bummer because it was really nice to have her body type represented up there (I will do a Ghoul outfit if I do anything because no way you're catching me in those bodysuits, damn. I'll leave that for the younger half of the fans, lol). Lots of challenges in cosplaying this era, but I enjoy helping others source fabrics, analyze garment construction, etc so there'll still be stuff for me to do!

And much as I love her I'd be much more upset if it was most of the ghoul/ettes gone like I originally thought - so realizing it was just one new member was a fair outcome in comparison. I don't know if it was intended to reassure us our faves are sticking around by straight up putting them in the video unmasked, but it's a welcome effect regardless, because you can't see shit of who's who in the video or stills once they're in costume!

Sidebar: one of the new interviews, the host asked Tobias if he was bringing back the skeleton ghouls from RHRN and he grinned and said, "not exactly, but you'll see," so yeah I feel confident that was either a trial run of sorts, or the inspiration.

Then I stayed up until 4:30am transcribing the chords so I could play the new song 😅 so you could say I like it! I've had it on repeat fairly often the last couple of days (also an understatement).

I could go on (and likely will if asked, lol) - but this is already quite long!

Hopefully you'll get a chance to catch up with us here soon! It's been so much fun this week as we start playing with the new toys we've been gifted.

[canis-dentem]

how/when did you know you were a therian? like- when did you make the connection; how did you know you were caninekin specifically?

I’m tryna figure stuff out for myself and don’t know where to start. I don’t think I’m a therian, but I’ve always done some kind of animal-ish things (used to have the urge to hiss/snarl/snap when due to annoyance when I was younger, I have the urge to make creature noises pretty often, sometimes my mental image of myself when doing something feels more different, like. tall and elegant?? like sometimes when I turn my head I like. imagine/feel kind of a sloping neck and longer face/muzzle and limbs, canine-y (imagine a maned wolf/african wild dog/other canine) I don’t know how to explain it— but I’m not sure if the noises and biting are some kind of stimming due to my ADHD or not). I also heard the term “otherhearted” as having a deep connection with something, which. mmmmaybe me? so I’m gonna look into that.

anyways woah I rambled a lot more than I intended to but. yeah! I just wanna know what others’ experiences are like so I can see if mine relate to them lol

hi anon!!

tbh, i only awakened of around march of this year. i had never entered therian or otherkin circles, although i knew about it. one of my friends telling me star was a feline otherkin was what got me thinking like.... oh, that's a thing we can do? it happened to me with being trans, too, LOL--it didn't click for me that i could be something until someone close to me was.

what got me thinking was my brain kept saying "ugh i wanna be otherkin. that'd be so cool" and then i looked back on things i've done my whole life and like. oh that was a wolf thing. oh that's a dog thing. oh huh. it has been here. something that helped me when i was researching being autistic/having adhd was i kept a list of my symptoms as i noticed them, so i did that for being a therian. i have my little list of canine "symptoms" that i either notice myself doing or have remembered doing, some of which include feeling the urge to chew a lot, feeling longer canine teeth/wanting longer canine teeth, the urge to bare my teeth and growl when angry, always playing the worgen race in world of warcraft, among others. some of these (like baring my teeth/growling) were things i taught myself not to do bc "it wasn't normal." (i connect that to the 17 years of autism masking i did, so much so that i didn't know i was autistic and nobody around me did either.)

about stimming: me feeling the urge to chew is a stim. it is also connected to me being caninekin. it can be both!! stimming doesn't cancel out being a therian. plus, for me at least, i dont think i'd be otherkin if i wasnt autistic. you only mentioned adhd, not autism, but keep in mind that neurodivergency can and does often interact with alterhumanity.

i don't typically label my alterhumanity as spiritual (as in past-life) or phsycological, because honestly, i don't really care to know. i have it, and that's what matters to me. but being otherkin does overlap with my spirituality in the sense that i feel some yet unexplained connection with the woods. i always have. it makes sense to connect that to being otherkin, even if that's not the only explanation for it.

you can absolutely consider yourself otherhearted, if that makes sense for you! my suggestion? don't worry too much about the label. the word isn't actually super important. there's a big emphasis in this community on figuring out the specific type of animal you are, the specific type of otherkin (or -hearted etc) you are, where it comes from, etc. i don't think that's worth stressing yourself out about, not at all. if it works for you, it works for you--by all means, go ahead. if the process of finding a really specific 'type or word to call yourself brings you meaning and fulfills you, please do it!! i'm all for it. but if it stresses you out to figure out the finer details, let them go. it's okay. in my opinion, the biggest question is not "am i really a therian?" and instead, is, "does it make sense/bring me joy/fulfill me to connect myself to an animal?" if it does, move on from there.

good luck, anon! sending all my love to you. feel free to send any updates about your experience, if you wish to! i hope ur having a wonderful day <3

[japage3moondog]

Got to Get You into My Life! (paul mccartney x reader

[ gender neutral reader, bit of an age gap, i'm aiming for slow burn but will probably fail at it. reader is intended to be around 10 years younger than paul but age is not detrimental to plot. in this universe, paul and linda are not married and are just friends (no infidelity in this one). reader is a photographer, bit of an amateur. i'm not in lowercase for the first time lol. also posted to ao3]

part 1: With A Little Luck

part 2: So Glad To See You Here

Shock is not the right word to describe the way you feel. The words escape you entirely. You receive a phone call from a man about a job. You've been applying to places for a couple weeks now but you were sure your embellished resume and shaky composure in interviews had doomed your chances. Photography has been your main hobby since your senior year of high school but it's only recently become a viable career option.

Your portfolio was slightly smaller than the industry standard and full of pictures from live gigs you'd weaseled your way into being the photography for. Needless to say, any sort of job follow up is worthy of rejoice let alone a photography job. The process of capturing an image was so satisfying to you and much more appealing than some hospitality gig and you didn't want to fall into the sterotype of starving artist condemned to wait tables for the rest of time.

The man on the phone speaks quickly, almost incoherantly, spewing a string of details at a near impossible pace. His name is Allen Klein, he's calling to inquire about a position as a tour photographer for the band Wings' debut tour. You pause for too long, trying to hold back a squeal of excitement which he interprets as confusion. He recites his spiel once again. You agree enthusiastically before he can finish. He gives you the location of his office and a time so he can ask you a few questions and to do the official paperwork, if the interview is successful.

His office isn't too far away from your home but it's still unfamiliar territory. You scribble down the address, checking it with him three times before he gets fed up and gently tells you he'll see you soon. By the time he hangs up, your hands are shaking terribly, it felt so surreal. You knew who Wings were but not much beyond that Paul McCartney was in it and they had released their debut album the previous month. After you had applied, you promised yourself that you'd look more into them so you wouldn't look like a total poser but it had slipped your mind completely.

It wasn't the glamour of Wings that was so exciting to you, though you'd be lying if you said that the possibility of working with Paul McCartney didn't get you at least a little starstruck. You're a little scared that you'll mess up the interview and drop the ball on the most thrilling job opportunity of your entire life but you try to keep yourself calm enough to stay on your feet. Going on a tour across the country was similarly daunting but you did your best to keep your worrying focused on the now rather than the possible future.

In the days leading up to the meeting you had laid out and put away your photography equipment over and over in anticipation of the job. It wasn't much. A small portable Polaroid for more intimate souvenirs, then a standard 35mm digital camera and a tripod that was slightly too small.You triple-check the number Mr. Klein called you on was indeed belonging to an Allen Klein. You call friends and ask if you're going insane enough for them to start saying yes.

You were the most excited about meeting Linda, a fellow photographer and artist, who you're hoping will be charmed by your ambition rather than call out your faults. You were too young to experience the mania of the Beatles-dominated 60's to truly fangirl over Paul but you'd heard some of his songs on the radio and had enough of a grasp on his appearance to understand the hype. This awareness, however little, you vow to keep to yourself. The last thing your boss needs is another wannabe groupie.

When the day comes, you feel like all you can do is shake. The hours pass by much too quickly and you feel almost drained of air. The night before you had gotten almost no sleep. You spent your time, barely eating your breakfast and listening to the radio. Before you leave the house, you straighten up your outfit, brushing off any potential creases with a swift swipe of the hand. A motion pretty much entirely a placebo to your already ironed clothes.

The road to the building is a long and winding one. You wrote the directions on your wrist but your palms had gotten so sweaty that the ink had been turned into a black smear. You swear you're lost near fifty times before you finally reach his office. Allen Klein's office is nice, you're slightly dissappointed that you don't get to see it again, or at least until the end of the tour. It's spacious but still has a lived in feel. The band isn't present, something you are relieved to discover. He greets you and makes a little small talk, speaking a lot less hastily then over the phone.

"Please make yourself comfortable." He gestures to the seat in front of him. You sit down, almost falling onto his desk in the process.

"Thank you for having me." You say sheepishly. "Your office is lovely."

"Thank you." He smiles warmly, your nerves are not soothed. "Now, why did you apply for this position?"

"Well, I've always had a passion for photography and most of my work has had musicians as the subject so it felt fitting." You answer, hiding your fidgeting hands in your lap.

"This would be your first professional photography gig, correct?" He says, scanning your resume.

"Yes but I have plenty of experience in the field." You reply. He looks at you as if trying to sus you out, reasonable for a job interview but still a little unnerving.

"Have you heard of Wings before?" Mr. Klein inquires.

"In passing and on the radio, I think, but I don't know enough to call myself a fan." You say honestly. 

"What about The Beatles?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Of course, but I wouldn't consider myself anything more than a casual enjoyer." You reply. He seems pleased by your answer.

"Good, good," He says, seemingly to himself. "It's nice you at least know who they were. We just need to weed out the superfans who aren't serious about the position, Paul is particularly insistant on that. I was initially concerned because you fit the demographic."

"You'll be pleased to know my time is spent taking pictures and not listening to records." You smile. He chuckles and seems at ease.

"I'm happy to give you the opportunity to indulge your hobby." He says. "In a professional setting, of couse."

"Of course." You agree.

"Well, as long as your a fast learner, I think you'll get along well with the team." He holds out his hand for you to shake. You accept graciously. Once you let go he hands you the paperwork. He lets you read over the contract before signing. You carefully scan the document for any secret sex slave clauses and offer a nervous smile, waiting for him to give you the pen to sign. You do your best to maintain a steady hand as you sign your name but you can sense he sees your nervousness. Whether Mr. Klein does or doesn't, he keeps quiet about it, something you are very grateful for.

He tells you another time and place for you to meet the band and the rest of the crew that you jot down onto the back of your hand, making a mental note to keep it away from your palm sweat this time. He offers you one last sincere smile before a short goodbye which you return gratefully. You're a little scared about meeting the band, especially accidentally coming off as some crazy, obsessed fan but that fear is almost entirely swallowed but a massive wave of relief.

By the time you leave the office you feel like flying, you're shaking more than before from shock. The world could end at that moment and you would die fulfilled. Your dream was coming true and you get to work with one of the greatest rock bands of the coming decade. You could've sworn you were dreaming. 

[thotsforvillainrights]

That one I sent with the tooth falling out was long so imma try to keep the others short to not spam you! 

Babies first swear. I think Skeptic does swear, but he’s not dumb enough to swear in front of his own flesh and blood, at least within hearing range. He’ll have times where he *almost* slips up, but he never actually does. 

So image the absolute boiling rage he feels when he leaves Tomoko in the care of his co-workers for a day - ONE day - and she comes home to excitedly tell him the funny new word she heard. Of course, when he innocently asks her who taught her such a word, she replies she doesn’t know, she just heard someone yell it, before toddling off. 

The next day Skeptic has to physically restrain himself from busting the office doors off their hinges as he proceeds to interrogate his coworkers 

(No worries! I enjoy writing Dad!Skeptic content so much. It's like a little treat for me every single time lol)

~Unsupervised Attention~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

It's a certainty that Skeptic swears. He used to do it a lot more before getting together with you. Now he tries to keep it to a minimum here and there. When Tomoko came along, he's gotten an even better hold of it...at least when it's in front of her specifically. Surely he has his times when he nearly slips up in front of her. An example would be last week when he was heading into the kitchen for breakfast half-asleep. He stubbed his toe on the couch corner and you saw a tear roll down his cheek when he slapped his hand over his mouth to prevent the cursing from coming forward. Those tiny eyes were watching and those tiny ears were most definitely listening as well. Tomoko was younger at this time frame. She's in the phase where she copies everything she hears around her and will likely say it even when the situation doesn't call for it. She heard you say 'Oh wooooww' sarcastically and now she's been stuck saying it for 2 weeks straight (even when it doesn't match what's happening in the moment).

It's probably the worst day for Skeptic when he brings her to work with him. It's not that you had any errands to run but that school was closed for today and he wanted to spend a little time with his mini-me for a bit. It was supposed to really be a quick in and out trip to the office. He didn't intend to actually get wrapped up in the essential work the other board members had presented to him. He had no other choice in this very moment than to leave Tomoko with some lower level grunts so he could get the work out of the way quickly. So after littering her face with kisses (and threatening the workers to make sure she would be protected) he left his baby girl alone for a few hours. Those few hours turned into many before he was finally able to retrieve his daughter and bring her home. He gave a few good look overs before holding her closely and taking her out of the busy building. On the way home she piped up excitedly in the back seat, telling him she learned a new word today. Skeptic, being the excited father that he was, eagerly asked her what that word was. He expected to hear some tech related vocabulary thinking he would be able to have a gateway to teach her a little more about computers from this point.

He wasn't expecting to hear the word 'shit' leave her precious little mouth. He gasped and she giggles sweetly, not fully understanding the gravity of the situation at hand. He finally cleared his throat and asked her through gritted teeth "Who taught you that word, kid?" She only replied that she didn't know but that she heard someone yell it earlier. He nodded to himself, trying to remain calm as he pulled into the driveway. Once inside, she toddled off elsewhere to play with her dolls while Skeptic was already creating a hit list in his head. The very next day it took everything within him to not take the doors off the hinges when he burst into the building. Working at F.G.I it wasn't an unusual sight to see Tomoyasu Chikazoku fuming at something or someone. However, that didn't make it any less scary. This is especially more terrifying for the few employees he gathered to interrogate about his daughter learning a 'new word' at work. God help the man/woman/or person that confesses to being the root of this issue...

[she-tastes-like-the-real-thing]

mlp if it were for older viewers

(and I guess they have to be humans for this...)

they have concrete ages! Twilight is 17/18, the youngest as she's the only one that's still a student. (technically Rainbow is also a student but she seems so have a full time job too so I'm assuming that's like cadets training?)

Spike should be her kid. Idk how (probably not biological kid) but she's basically his mother anyway - more mother than older sister in my eyes. 10/11 years old?

(an idea for how it could work, she still hatches him from an egg but the school never intended for you to actually hatch the egg. she did. celestia takes her in, etc, but now she's left with a baby and somehow looks after it)

Magic should still exist! idc that they're not horses, the magic is what made it interesting. Pegasi in human form can still fly, unicorns as humans still have telekinesis (and it can go beyond that! but that's the starter), earth ponies deserve better - I say they're stronger on average. Cutie marks could be tattoos that dictate your future job.

Before Twilight arrives, integrate the fact that she has a brother! I'm assuming her family is of somewhat higher status, given that they sort of have a crest (the star) and a literal Princess babysat Twilight when she was younger. (Cadence and Shining Armour are 24/25) Have her upset about leaving - she doesn't know how long she'll be gone.

She reads the legend of NMM, still doesn't have many friends, but she's also constantly reading up on how Celestia had a prized pupil before her (sunset) and is a little insecure.

When she arrives, she's confused, she doesn't really know what's going on. The legend of NMM still confuses her but there's other things she's worried about (the ceremony, etc).

Her interactions with the 5 go sort of the same but less in your face. RD is clearly overcompensating and Twilight can tell, AJ is so warm and open that Twilight is suspicious. Pinkie is still excited to welcome her and Twilight is rightfully annoyed about people being in her house. Rarity is sweet and nice but there's something up with her. Fluttershy is sort of a recluse on the outside of town.

NMM returns and Twilight is surprised! events go somewhat the same way, Luna returns, Celestia reveals it was all a test!

(twilight is pissed about that. she thought she was in danger, she thought random citizens were in danger and slowly starts to distrust Celestia)

Over the course of the season, Twilight develops friendships with the 5 one on one, and we actually see them properly become friends. She also slowly accepts that though she wasn't Celestia's first pick as a student but evaluates her self-worth.

(this is just me, but I actually enjoy the theory that Sweetie Bell is Rarity's daughter - SB doesn't know but Rarity does look after her. It could be a whole thing with AJ who believes in honesty, but also believes in family and accepts that honestly isn't always the right path)

RD starts with the wonderbolts (now a semi-military force) and doesn't love their ideals/the military as a whole. She could also slowly become confused - why do they need a military? who are they fighting?

SCOOTALOO HAS CRUTCHES FIGHT ME

(there's probably more but these are plotlines I'd want lol)

s2 would start similarly - Discord. Twilight is once again sort of annoyed that Celestia gets her and the 5 to sort out all their problems but puts up with it.

(I don't love fluttercord but if it has to be there, set up discord as less old pls and ty x)

Discord taunts Twilight with Celestia's old pupil and tells Twilight the student's name (sunset shimmer). Twilight lowk spirals and wants to find out more but also wants to maintain accepting that it doesn't really matter - the student is gone (but where is she? why isn't she here anymore?)

similar shenanigans to canon s2 - friendships developing, but I want interesting duos/trios.

for example, rarity and rd, aj and fluttershy, pinkie aj rd, etc (basically make it clear to me that this is a group where if one person is missing, the dynamic is thrown off)

this would be the time to add a romance - rd/aj, rarity/aj, whatever works best (bc this is going to slow burn over the seasons, sparks now)

NOW add trixie, have twilight wonder if her being Celestia's pupil is a bit privileged - is her beyond-average magical ability showing off? does she only have this position because her family is of higher status? (struggle with nepotism basically)

have twilight sort of interact with Luna and in a way become her student too - relevant later

the wedding happens at the end and as well as the whole Twilight is suspicious thing, she's also upset that she wasn't told about the wedding - and worried for her brother. Why's he in charge of the whole city's defence? what is celestia doing?

(more distrust between her and celestia basically)

she doesn't like her friends seeing her life back home in this rich city when they clearly aren't

her and cadence reunite eventually, she rants to Cadence how at the very least Celestia should have known that it wasn't her.

(also, have cadence be at odds with her magic - she's an 'alicorn', but she still isn't the best at using her magic because for most of her life, all she could do was fly)

save the day, etc, its sort of cute how even though platonic love saves the day, this time it's romantic love

s3 - empire returns. Twilight is told she has a test and she freaks out but not stress, she's angry - another 'test'? she's only 18 ish right now, she doesn't like all the continued tests about saving the flipping world.

celestia tells her that she can't say everything right now but twilight will get more information soon and twilight wonders if sunset left bc she was sick of celestia.

her friends are rightfully outraged too bc a test for twilight ends up involving them all somehow usually too.

goes similarly - she sees cadence holding out sombre and is pissed. saves the world out of spite.

s3 happens similarly, individual plotlines -

rarity starts expanding her business but worries about leaving behind a literal child

aj struggling to keep the farm

rd's training and contemplating quitting (spitfire isn't in charge yet - wind rider is and thats cause for a lot of struggle)

fluttershy reforms discord

pinkie really needs a real plotline - maybe struggles with her sisters? like she loves them but maybe her parents don't approve of her life choices

TWILIGHT ASCENDS - it happens and celestia sort of explains sunset - she always wanted two prized pupils but sunset went astray. thats all twilight is told. shes annoyed but also worried now bc shes fricking royalty.

INTERMISSION -

EQG.

summit in the crystal empire. twilight doesn't know what the point of this whole thing was. she doesn't seem to have any important jobs.

let her have that weird romance thing okay like js give the guy more personality than 'blue haired guitarist'

(also IF it happened I headcannon shining armour not approving and cadence approving bc she liked a captain of the guard too)

her crown still gets stolen and when celestia told her THAT was sunset shimmer those old insecurities vaguely return bc insecurities don't just vanish. sunset looks so much more like celestia, she's so quick, she's clearly smart... yk

she wonders if sunset deserves being a princess more and goes through a whole imposter syndrome mental breakdown

she goes through the portal alone and its a world... without magic. that's the difference.

she's sort of freaking out bc she is incredibly reliant on her magic (element of magic, hellooo) and now she can't use it. people also eye her weirdly for having a literal kid with her even though she's about 18/19

she meets sunset! sunset is, in the magic!universe actually 24/25 but ages slower in this other universe (sort of how in narnia time works differently), so she's the same age as twilight

she works to get her element back except the high school plot of winning a crown is so outdated so I propose...

heist.

(or not, that's just me. the songs in EQG are so cute so if you're not into it, maybe not. the crown plot could be cute nostalgia)

anyway, point is, she overcomes some of her feelings of insecurity - she sees that sunset is bitter and mean and realises that maybe she is secure in her position as a princess.

she brings students together, epic showdown, etc

she talks to sunset afterward, forgives her and asks - why? and finally we get answers. sunset admits that she knew celestia was going to tutor another student, and when she realised that it might be twilight -

(because twilight had a princess babysitting her. the six-point star is a common motif in her family, etc)

she realised that Celestia wasn't just teaching them - she was looking for heirs to take on both her own and Luna's responsibilities (sunset's well read, she knew about NMM)

so she wanted the power there and then (she was 14, don't blame her) she sees the mirror, visions in the mirror, and she goes through

twilight is conflicted but does forgive sunset, seeing that this was in part due to Celestia's lack of communication (as usual)

asks the alternate 5 to look after sunset for her, and leaves

INTERMISSION OVER

thoughts so far? I've got so much in mind so I think I'll do a part 2 which covers s4-6 (bc 9 seasons is too many if you ask me) and completes the EQG arc

[ridiasfangirlings]

Fushimi, after running away from home, needed a quick source of income that's not just tech stuff so he does tutoring and ended up teaching Yata's siblings. It was just a job at first and he didn't even get along with Yata but slowly they got close and he started crushing on him (Yata crushes on him too and gets excited whenever the kids have a tutoring session lol). Yata's family also found out Fushimi lives alone and tries to make him spend time with them like he's part of their family.

For some reason I find this setup very appealing, teenage runaway Fushimi tutoring some kids and unexpectedly falling hopelessly in love with their big brother. Imagine Fushimi decides he's finally had enough of his terrible parents and decides to run away, maybe Niki's in the hospital and Fushimi figures it will take Kisa months to even notice he's gone. He packs a bag with just his laptop, a couple changes of clothes and whatever money he has saved from his allowance. This lasts him for a while at first, he's able to bounce from hotel room to hotel room without anyone getting too suspicious but eventually it's clear that he's going to need some kind of job. Fushimi had initially intended to just do tech stuff online to get cash but that's proving difficult with his current living situation, going from hotel rooms to internet cafes and trying his best to keep connected online. He's buying some food at a nearby convenience store when he sees they have a bulletin board up that people can post job listings for like local plumbing or construction-type things, out of desperation he posts his own ad offering tutoring services for kids.

He gets a call a few days later from a woman wanted help tutoring her two younger children, she also makes mention of an older boy who might need some assistance with high school entrance exams. Fushimi finds himself feeling a little prickly about the idea of going into this home with like an actual happy family but he needs money so he takes the offer, scheduling himself to go to the woman's house a couple times a week for a few hours at a time for a regular pay amount. The first day he's supposed to be there he rings the doorbell, standing all awkwardly in front of the door, and when it opens there's this red-haired kid standing there. Fushimi looks at the kid and gives this flat 'I'm your new tutor,' the kid's like oh you mean you're here to tutor Minoru and Megumi and Fushimi's like huh so you're not in elementary school then. The kid immediately gets pissed off about that and Fushimi gives this little grin, as he steps inside he hears the kid's mom yelling at him to be polite to the tutor. Fushimi gets introduced to his two new 'students', Minoru and Megumi, and to the oldest kid Misaki (Fushimi's grin gets even wider when Yata's mom says that name and Yata's immediately like 'don't call me that,' naturally Fushimi starts using that name every chance he gets).

Yata's mom has to go do some grocery shopping so she leaves Fushimi and Yata with the kids, Fushimi sits down to start his tutoring session with Minoru first and the whole time Yata's in the corner playing with Megumi and glaring at Fushimi like he thinks Fushimi's suspicious. Yata sees that Fushimi's his age and asks what school he goes to, Fushimi clicks his tongue and says he already graduated elementary school and Yata's like I told you I'm in middle school. Fushimi leaves a couple hours later when his session is done and he has to admit that maybe it wasn't so bad, the kids weren't as annoying as they could be and besides Misaki was fun to tease at least. After that Fushimi goes back to the house several times a week and Yata's always there for him to tease in between tutoring sessions. Minoru and Megumi quickly get attached to him, amazed that he knows everything and maybe at first Yata's a bit jealous too because here he's the big brother and yet his siblings keep praising this stranger for being so smart and all. At one point Yata's mom asks Fushimi to help Yata with entrance exams, Fushimi acts all polite to her but then when it's just him and Yata he starts teasing 'Misaki' for being an idiot. Yata thinks he won't learn anything from a jerk like this but then as Fushimi's teaching him Yata realizes that this guy is actually kinda amazing. Fushimi doesn't know how to take this, he enjoyed teasing Misaki before but now when Yata looks at him with shining eyes and praises him it's like this whole different level of feelings.

After that they slowly become friends, Yata looks forward to Fushimi coming to tutor the kids and even asks if he wants to go to the arcade afterward. The only problem is that he also keeps asking where Fushimi goes to school and where he lives and Fushimi initially keeps blowing that off. Eventually he says Yata can come over to his place one day and Yata's surprised and concerned when he realizes Fushimi's living in a hotel room, especially when Fushimi makes a comment about how this is where he's living 'today.' Yata begins to suspect that Fushimi ran away but he doesn't want to say anything that would make Fushimi get upset and decide to stop coming by to tutor the kids. Maybe at some point Yata's on his way home from school and sees Fushimi, he goes to say hi and then freezes as he sees Fushimi running away from someone – Niki got out of the hospital and has shown up to torment his kid. Yata gets to see how awful Fushimi's dad is and realizes this must be why he ran away, and now Yata's decided to start saving up so that one day maybe they can move somewhere together.

In the meantime Fushimi is still tutoring, maybe he did find a semi-regular coding job that he can do online so he was able to take down his tutoring ad but he still only keeps going to Yata's place. Yata starts making sure he has like snack set up for Saruhiko every time he comes by, pretending like this is just a nice friend thing but really he's worried about how Fushimi's eating living all alone on the streets like this and he wants to like watch over Fushimi the best he can. Even though Yata hasn't said anything to his mom she's also started being really nice to Fushimi as well, telling him to stay for dinner and even agreeing when Yata asks if Saruhiko can spend the night. Fushimi realizes that he's starting to get attached and thinks he should end these sessions but he can't bring himself to do it, finding himself almost looking forward to seeing Misaki every day, even though he's also worried because soon school will be out of session and what will happen once he's not tutoring Misaki's siblings anymore.

[bonesandthebees]

TAGD Ch15 Analysis- 2/2

Wilbur is so protective of him I can't-

Okay okay so first he's hyper-focusing on their surroundings to make sure nobody (especially Jack and Niki) will run into them, then he tries to get them out of the cafeteria as quickly as possible. And when that doesn't work out he tries to de-escalate the situation, then stands in the way of their oncoming fight. He really cares about Tommy:')

And oh Tommy is going through ittt

Poor Tubbo just wanted to have a nice chat and give Tommy a bit of normalcy after everything that happened and Tommy just snapped at him:(

And Jack is going through it toooo

Goodness, everything is such a mess right now and I am so here for it!!

Jack is angry. That is a reasonable reaction for surviving a murder attempt committed by a close friend of yours. Tommy wasn't really helping in calming him down, although I doubt there was much he could do even if he tried. They both say things that they probably don't mean to hurt each other. They're just going through so much

Niki wants to watch the world burnnn>:)

Just kidding lol but it looks like she wants Tommy to pay at least a little bit for his actions. I'd be pissed too if someone did that to my best friend.

I already miss rainduo so much. Why did this all have to happen directly after a bonding moment between them!!? Bones, why must you do this to us?

Aimsey's just trying to stop a fight from breaking out and immediately gets shut down.

And then Wilbur gets hurt. I'm glad it wasn't anything too serious. Hopefully. I'm also glad to see that Niki and Jack are still worried about him, despite them not being on great terms. I didn't doubt that they did, but it is nice to see it anyway.

And now Tommy is protective of Wilbur. They have a crimeboys moment and I'm so happyyyy

"I trust you."

Ahahshdhxhhajdhdhdhdbj he said it he said it he said itttt thank youuuu

And we finally know how old our favorite traumatized Pythia boy is. He's a lot younger than I thought he'd be. I'm curious if there is a reason for this? I get why you did this in stars and especially in strings.

anyways, you are doing amazing bones! this was yet another rollercoaster of emotions and a fantastic chapter!! i am practically buzzing with excitement i can't wait to see what happens next<3

-🧭

protective wilbur for the win lets goooooo

to be fair tommy and tubbo have not had a good dynamic for a while now, and tubbo was advocating for, y'know, murdering the guy who is now tommy's best friend. tommy was under so much stress that morning he just didn't want to deal with anything from tubbo, despite the fact that tubbo was just genuinely worried about him. it sucks for both sides :(

jack is furious about the murder attempt which is understandable! the longer he's had to stew in it, the more pissed he's gotten. and it doesn't help that niki is equally as pissed and the two feed off of each other's anger. the situation was going to escalate no matter what, but tommy's stubbornness definitely made it escalate faster.

aimsey is just the group peacemaker who doesn't want literal fist fights breaking out over breakfast.

even if jack and niki are pissed at wilbur for sticking with tommy, they both expected this. even if they're upset at him, they don't hold the same kind of resentment as they both do for tommy, so of course they were upset when he got hurt. jack especially feels guilty because he was just going to try and shove tommy (which definitely would've escalated into more, but yknow you're not thinking of the future a ton in a fight like that), but he shoved wilbur instead, who slipped and cut open his head! like, that is way worse than whatever jack intended to do, and it wasn't even the right target.

the "I trust you" and hairwashing scene is something i've had planned for agesssss

well the age difference between crimeboys in glass is actually the same as the age difference in stars, it's just shifted. it's a 4 year difference either way. generally when I mess with crimeboys ages in fics, the lowest I go with the age difference is 4 years (strings is an exception and if you've read it you know why). so it was less about wilbur being 22 specifically, and me wanting crimeboys to be as close in age as i could make them for glass without shifting the core of their dynamic. I liked tommy being 18 because it just felt right, so then it was like ok then I'm gonna make wilbur 22

tysm compass anon i'm so glad you enjoyed!!

[failedintsave]

Couple days late because it wouldn't cooperate...still don't love it but I'm sick of looking at it lol. Here's Day 13: Excited for the season/being a scrooge

The kitchen was a disaster when Murderface stumbled there in search of a midnight snack. Truthfully it was always kind of a disaster, but now everything was covered in a layer of flour as if a sudden blizzard had swept through. Sprinkles stuck to the bottoms of his bare feet as he rifled through the cabinets, the tantalizing smell of baking causing his stomach to rumble loudly. A mostly empty tub of dollar store frosting sat open on the counter and Murderface scooped out a dollop with his finger, popping the digit into his mouth and loudly sucking the sugary paste.

"Oh boy. That is... that's just pathetic." 

He jumped at the sound of Nathan's voice, spinning to defend himself, but the frontman wasn't in the kitchen.

"Yeh. Shoulda seen'im making up dose cookies. Singin' and dancin' around like a Keebler elf."

Following the voices of his bandmates, Murderface rounded the corner to the living room, peeking between Nathan and Pickles to what was indeed a pitiful sight. Splayed out like a scarecrow, Skwisgaar snored quietly, their young rhythm guitarist curled into a ball with his head pillowed on the Swede's bony hip. A smear of flour decorated Toki's nose and clutched in his hand was a wrinkled scrap of paper, scrawled with crayon. Behind them on the wall was a line of—

"Isch that my schock?"

The derision in his voice made the question come out louder than he'd intended, making Pickles and Nathan jump and Skwisgaar snort awake.

"That'sch my...thosche are all our schocks. Why are they nailed to the wall?"

Following his gaze, Skwisgaar glanced at the row of hosiery hanging overhead. "Euughh, ja dat...Toki dids dat, cuz we ain't gots no stockings to hangs up."

"Stockings?" Nathan grunted.

"For de presents. He wantsed to stay up and... meets...Santa." he trailed off, eyes falling to Toki on the couch.

"Yeeuchh…"

Pickles squatted to gently pry the page from Toki's grip, shaking his head as he smoothed the crinkles. "S'all in Norwegian." 

"Did you tell him he's not real? How old is this kid again? Shouldn't he, you know, have outgrown that shit?" Nathan pawed at the plate of cookies, selecting a snowman shape doused in green and red sugar crystals. An avalanche of crumbs fell over the front of his shirt as he chewed.

"Nej, didn't seems right. Little dildoes was so excitesed."

Though he would never say as much out loud, Murderface remembered those days. Granted, he was much younger than Toki when he'd stopped believing in the fat man, but there were a handful of early years when he'd been in exactly this position, drooling on his grandparents' plastic covered sofa, a tray of milk and fig newtons set out on the coffee table. The magic didn't last, especially watching his classmates return to school with shiny new toys when all Claus had brought him were socks and underwear. Stella had teased that maybe he was on the naughty list, so he'd decided to earn it.

Joke'sch on you now, huh old lady? 

He didn't know a lot about Toki—the kid was still fairly new, and impossible to understand, to boot—but watching Nathan scoop the guitarist up from the couch and carry him off to bed like a child stirred something in him. The little twerp probably didn't deserve to have his dumb gay heart broken come morning. While the rest of the band was distracted, Murderface stomped into his boots and slipped out the front door.

This late on Christmas Eve his options were limited, and the eight entire dollars to his name didn't help either, but he managed to fill a hand basket at CVS before they closed up. The apartment was blessedly quiet when he returned, and he set to work.

"Oh wowee! He cames, he really dids!"

The jubilant cry roused him what felt like twenty minutes after his head hit the pillow, and Murderface rolled over with every intention of sleeping until at least the afternoon.

"Wakes up, pals! Dere ams presents from Santa! He must have likesed my cookies." 

"Nyeh, Toki, shaddap! Its naht even six yet!"

"But, Pickle! It Santa! He brought—"

"TOKI, I SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS UNHOLY—"

"Dere present for you toos, Nat'an!"

"...wait. Really?"

So much for sleeping in. Murderface trudged into the front room, last again to join his bandmates where they stood examining the trimmings he'd slapped together. A strand of gold foil garland hung in loops from the ceiling fan, and assorted red and green baubles were hooked into the strings of the mini blinds. Between the tv antenna stood a small honeycomb paper pine tree, topped with a shiny silver star.

"Dood. Whet the hell happened?"

Toki danced around the room, a gleeful smile splitting his face. "Santa came! Look!" In his arms, he held the socks that had previously been mounted to the wall. "He bring everyone a gifts!"

Toki passed the footwear back to their owners, eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed with excitement, then flopped onto the couch next to Skwisgaar to enjoy his own present. Cellophane crinkled as Toki slipped the wrapper from the strip of balsa wood.

"Says it ams an aero-planes?" He turned it in his fingers, brows drawing in confusion. 

"You have to build it." Murderface supplied, flushing when the rest looked in his direction. "I mean, I asschume. Whatever. I looksch like junk." He crossed his arms and turned away.

"Its not junk! I loves it!"

"It'll juscht break as schoon asch you throw it. Might asch well toss it out."

"Shut up, Moidaface! I ams gonna builds it and keeps it forever."

"Fine, schuit yourschelf."

Nathan and Skwisgaar exchanged a skeptical glance, the blonde shrugging and twirling the candy cane between his lips into a sharp point. Murderface hoped their silence meant they wouldn't question the alleged Christmas miracle that had occurred in their shabby shithole. A freckled arm landed across his shoulders, anchoring him before he could retreat.

"Hey, you gaht frosting on yer face."

His cheeks blazed as he swiped an arm over his mouth and Pickles laughed.

"Merry Christmas, Ebeneezer."

[kerie-prince]

change of pace

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (@pinkdevile) hey bae, can i request a one shot or headcanon about fred being whipped by one of ron classmates that is a non-pureblood slytherin and kind of prodigy in magic and how would he react to her being a typical dry slytherin and being a prodigy and good at everything?

summary: What happens when a red lion who lives in the moment falls for a green snake with plans for her future? Romance, of course.

a/n: stereotypical, yes but i had fun writing this :) also, i know my posting schedule keeps changing, so sorry about that 🥺 i got lots of requests (thank you guys SO much!) and i'm trying to not make them all sound the same. i'm looking up synonyms and all that stuff lol

(gif cred)

You were the least Slytherin person in your house. But maybe that's made you even more of a Slytherin. Your traits were that of a typical member of the house of snakes. No, you weren't a rude bitch; you had ambition that rivaled that of a Gryffindor and it wasn't even one of their traits. You aimed for the stars and your pride proved that you could do that and more. You are the best witch of your class, and maybe even your school.

And it was this reputation that caught the attention of someone who is quite the polar opposite. You were calm and collected. He was a wild card and unpredictable. Fred Weasley had his eyes on you and was going crazy for you. It all started when one day, he was with his friends and brothers in the Great Hall during lunch when you had walked up to Ron and Harry, “Hey Ron, were my notes able to help you?”

“Yeah, loads. Thank you, Y/N.” Lee was in the middle of a conversation with his best friends when he noticed Fred wasn't responding to anything he was saying. “Mate, you okay?” When you walked to your table, Fred scooted closer to his younger brother, “Dearest brother, how are you?”

“What do you want?” Ron saw right through him. He knew when Fred wanted something from him, just like now.

“Well I’m offended that you would assume something,” Fred held a hand over his chest with a fake offended look on his face, “can’t a person ask about the well being of his baby brother?” Ron had a deadpan expression and Harry was laughing at Fred’s exaggeration. “Fair enough. Who was that?”

“Who? Y/N? She’s in mine and Harry’s class, why?” Ron had taken a large bite from his turkey leg.

“What’s she like?” Fred inquired. Ron thought about it for a minute, “Dunno, she’s pretty quiet.”

“If I didn't know any better, I’d say that Freddie here fancies someone,” George teased. The surrounding friends laugh and point towards Fred. “I don’t fancy anyone. I’m just asking a simple question.”

Hermione and Ginny later joined the group. “What’s all this fuss about?” Hermione questioned.

“Fred’s asking about Y/L/N,” Harry caught Hermione up to speed. “Why? You’re not thinking of doing anything to her, are you?” Hermione started to scold the older boy.

“Why is it that you lot always think I’m up to no good,” Fred sighed.

“Because you’ve never been up to any good,” Ginny teased her older brother. Fred rolled his eyes and turned back to try and find you at your table. You had a couple of friends with you and a small book in your hand as you ate. Fred was determined to get your attention somehow.

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You sat in the library by yourself. You had spent the majority of the afternoon grading first years’ papers for Snape’s class and working with Hermione and Katie on a project for Ancient Runes. Giving up your weekends to study wasn't all that bad. The feeling of being on top was rewarding.

It was funny; your parents had stopped caring about your grades all together because they already knew what they were going to read. Not that they weren't supportive or proud of you. At family gatherings on your father’s side, he loved seeing the looks on his relatives’ faces when he boasted that you were the best student at Hogwarts.

But they have told you on many occasions that it wouldn't kill you to have at least one E. They wanted you to be able to have a normal teen life and have fun. Go to parties, get in trouble every now and then. You assured them that you were fine and all and even believed it yourself. You never had interest in breaking the pattern you had set.

The library was nearing its closing time and you packed your things. When you walked out the grand doors, a tall figure came in front of you and nearly knocked down all the books you carried. His hands caught whatever you couldn't hold before it hit the floor.

“Sorry about that,” you looked up at the towering boy. Your breath slightly hitched at the sight of his attractive face. His cheekbones were defined and his skin looked soft. You didn’t realize that you were staring, nor that he was also staring at you as well. Finally, he spoke up and handed you the book he was holding for you. “I believe this is for you.”

His mouth moved, but you were so distracted that it didn't occur to you he had actually said anything until you saw him looking at you expectedly. “Oh, thank you.” You started heading towards the dungeons when he jogged towards and stopped in front of you. “Aren’t you in the same class as Ron?”

“Yes, how did you know that?”

“I saw you talk to him the other day,” he told you. “I’m Fred.” He reached to shake your hands but then pulled it back when he remembered that your hands were full at the moment.

Ah, so this is Fred you thought. You've heard of him, who hasn't? Years of being at Hogwarts, tales of him and his equally devilish brother creating havoc around campus have traveled from one student to another. How you two had never seen one another until this point was surprising. It’s not like Hogwarts was a large school, but it wasn't small either.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” You nodded your head towards him to replace a handshake. Ten seconds of silence caused you to walk past him and return to the path to the dungeons. “W-wait!” Fred called out.

He stood in front of you once again, one of his hands positioned in front of you to block you from walking past him again. “Would you like to get a butterbeer tomorrow?”

If there was anything you didn't like, it was being put on the spot. And another thing? Your routine being disturbed. Your Sunday was all planned out. Helping Sprout with her greenhouse to earn extra house points, tutoring some younger years, and getting a head start on your homework that wasn't even due for another week.

“I’m sorry, but no.” You gave him an apologetic smile as you walked away. Once again, he ran in front of you but this time merged with you and actually caused all of your books to fall.

“Merlin, I’m so sorry,” he bent down to help you pick them up. Fred usually isn't this clumsy or nervous. He usually charms his way through anything, but he was becoming like putty out of nowhere. “Okay, well what about Honeydukes next Saturday?”

“Sorry, but no again.” You started walking away for the nth time and turned around to look at him for the last time, “Please don’t follow me again.” And you were gone. But did this mean that Fred gave up on any chance he had? No. Far from it. If anything, it gave him reason to want to try harder.

He walked all the way to the Gryffindor house and luckily found Hermione studying in the common room with Pavarti and Lavender. There was a spot open next to her and when Ginny was about to take the spot, Fred grabbed her arm and pulled her away to steal the seat.

“Um, excuse you, I was going to sit–”

“Tell me everything you can about Y/N,” Fred interrupted his sister.

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He had tried to learn as much as he could about you. Fred learned that you had the top grades. Much like Harry did, you had learned the Patronus Charm before not only before your own class, but even Fred’s charms class. Your dad's a wizard, and your mum's a muggle. But most importantly, you were a picture perfect student, and although you didn't have any apparent hobbies, you picked up just about everything with ease.

A couple of weeks had passed and every other day, Fred had made any type of excuse to come see you.

‘Oh, my next class is in this direction’ It wasn't.

‘I like that book, too!’ You were, in fact, not holding a book but your personal journal.

‘Funny running into you here!’ It was in the Great Hall during breakfast.

Now, you didn't hate these interactions. They didn't do anything to your routine, and they were actually cute attempts to get your attention. But you didn't think you had any time for anything else. Or anyone else.

“You should give him a chance, Y/N/N. Live a little. I think the top student can take a bit of time for herself at least once,” your friend Millicent advised. Astoria agreed with her, “He’s cute~.” You slightly blushed in your book and pushed their arms away.

“I’ve never been on a date before,” you whispered. The two girls looked at each other confused before turning back to look at you. “Huh?”

“I’ve never been on a date before!” You flinched when you realized your voice was louder than intended. Your friends laughed when you looked towards the Gryffindor table to make sure Fred didn't hear you. He was talking to his friends, so that meant he didn't. Only he did, but felt your eyes on him so he pretended he didn't.

“So this is the perfect reason to go out with him! Go ask him out,” Millie pushed. She was persistently tapping on your arm until you eventually stood up. You took a deep breath to gather confidence and walked towards the table of red and gold.

When Fred's eyes met yours, you turned around and walked out of the Hall. He stood up from his seat and chased after you. He kept bumping into people, including Filch in the hallways. Filch yelled for him to stop, but of course Fred ignored him and kept going.

Momentarily, he lost you in the crowd of mixed color robes until he saw you sitting by yourself on a bench under a tree. He walked towards your direction and asked you with his eyes if he could take the seat next to you. You scooted down more to let the tall boy sit down.

Neither of you said anything for a few moments. You fiddled with your fingers on your lap and he stared up at the sky. “Nice day, innit?” Fred started the conversation. “Yes, it is.”

“Good weather to go walking around Hogsmeade” Fred tried one last attempt in asking you out.

“It would be,” you accepted.

He let out a sigh in defeat, “I know I ask a lot, but maybe just this once– wait, what did you say?” You looked up at him and smiled for the first time. His heart skipped a beat and the butterflies fluttered about inside.

“I’ll go with you.” He was so excited that he jumped up and did an air punch of victory. You laughed to yourself and when he looked at you, you had an eyebrow raised. He blushed in embarrassment and scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Promptly at 2 in the afternoon in front of the Slytherin dorms. Don’t be late,” you stood up with confidence. You walked back to the Hall to tell your friends, cheeks warmed and ears blushing. “So?” Astoria asked.

“It’s just a date, that's it,” you sounded nonchalant about it, but the smile on your face said differently. You were excited for your day with Fred and for all, unpredictable adventures to come.

A much needed change of pace.

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requests open!

[saminator]

this is completely so randome but anyway i was listening to that song u sent me ages ago (also i listened to it like twice at the start of the day and then i was listening to a bunch of mcr afterwards but Ur song was the one stuck in my head the whole day 🤨) anyway at the end u say smth smth ‘hang on for me’ right and that got me thinking, philosophically advanced as i am ;), that that could be like. ur future self talking to ur past self. u know like if i went back in time thats smth i would say to myself maybe? so maybe me in the future is saying that to me. like hang on for me. you will be here one day. hang on for me

(ik thats not what the songs about but like. u know. it got me thinking)

ALKDJFLKADJF STOP ARAS ILYSM I CANT BELIEVE ONE OF MY SONGS WAS STUCK IN YOUR HEAD ESPECIALLY AFTER LISTENING TO MCR ALKJSDFLKSDF

and yeah that's a valid interpretation of it! i think when i was writing it, it was almost like there were two versions of me; one who loved the person i was, with all my queerness and transness included, who felt sympathetic towards the other part of me, who hated the person i was and would have given anything to change myself. i feel like it was the former version telling the latter version to hang on even tho i didn't feel okay, with my home life and with my own body and mind. but also i love what you interpreted of it because that was another way it was supposed to be!!!!! when i made the song, i was in a terrible phase of life and i felt so hopeless and tired and angry but some little part of me imagined an older me looking down on younger me and just asking me to hang on for dear life, for just a bit longer. and then a third way it could have been interpreted was just me saying comforting things to myself, no deeper meaning than that. one last way i meant for it to be seen as was me announcing it as an anthem, a mantra, for all the other people like me. who knew they shouldn't have such an immense hatred for themselves but they do and the people who should be there to help them through this obstacle would never do so and so they just felt like the loneliest motherfucker in the world lol.

thank you so much for sending this tho actually akldfjkdjf i teared up while reading what u sent and writing my response because i wanted this song to be one that gave people an [auditory?] hug while whispering for them to hold on and giving them a shoulder to cry on. as a songwriter, it means the world when someone tells you what they interpreted from your song (even if it wasn't what you intended, because fresh perspectives are a blessing) (even tho u did kinda get my intent with this song) or how much it means to them or how they could relate to it or just about anything showing that they truly took the time to listen to the song (obviously nothing wrong with just casual listening and not trying to delve deep into the meaning, but when someone does so, it's much appreciated and welcomed) flkadjflksdjf tysm