#but i havent been able to write a thing i need to write and im frustrated and smad >:{

[imaredshirt]

Give me a Stan who thinks Fiddleford doesn't know how to throw a punch, much less defend himself in a fight with your average goon, so one morning he takes it upon himself to show the nerd a few basic jabs and hooks and maybe an uppercut or two behind the cabin, because let's face it, there's gonna be a time when Stan can't be there to take a hit for the guy or defend his nerd butt. So he's gonna teach him some stuff for his own peace of mind.

Fiddleford just kind of genially goes along with it, following Stan around the back of the cabin and watching with hands on his hips and a smile as Stan gets into position.

"This is one of the most basic punches in the world, so pay attention, 'cause I'm not gonna show you again," Stan says, knees slightly bent and fists up.

Fidds nods. "You've got my full attention, Stanley."

Stan isn't sure if he's imagining the way Fidds is eyeing him up and down, but he automatically flexes his arms a little more than he needs to. Up ahead, Ford is sitting on a tree stump and taking samples of the air or something (Stan had stopped listening to Ford's explanation once his words went from interesting to Big Science Shit that Stanley Does NOT Care About) and he's watching them with this amused grin, rolling his eyes skyward when Stan won't stop flexing and showing his arms off.

Stan ignores him and rolls his shoulders before jabbing his fists forward in a quick one-two. "There - you catch that?"

Fidds has got his arms crossed now and gives Stan a thumbs up. "Sure did!"

"See, just like this," Stan says, and shows him again despite saying earlier that he wouldn't.

He shows him a few more punches, going over each one a couple times before telling the engineer to mirror him, even getting in close to adjust the guy's scrawny arms and balled fists. He's being real professional about it and everything and doesn't understand why Ford keeps grinning and shaking his head at them, which is making him a little incensed but he stamps it down because Fidds is watching him with this nerdy, dopey smile while letting himself be maneuvered around and he's gotta learn to defend himself 'cause Stan can't stand the thought of some jerkwad wiping that smile off the nerd's face.

"See," he says near the end of the lesson, tapping his fist right against Fidds’s chin. "Do it right and your fist'll hit right here."

Fidds tilts his head a fraction at the touch. "Well alright then, seems easy enough."

"Yeah, like I said, if you do it right. Gimme your hand-" he takes Fidds’s wrist and taps the guy's balled fist against his own stubbly jaw. "Right here. You got that?"

Fidds nods. "Sure do!"

"Good." Stan drops Fidds’s wrist and gets into position again. "Then come on - lay one on me."

Fidds pulls back and blinks at him. "Come again?"

"Hit me!" Stan taps his jaw. "Right here!"

The guy suddenly looks nervous and galnces over at Ford for help. "Hit you? Stanley, I don't think-"

This is what Stan means. Fidds isn't always gonna be able to look to him or Ford to save him. He gets this weird, uncomfortable feeling in his chest at the thought of Fidds facing off against some asshat on his own, and that alone is enough to keep him from letting the guys off easy, if only to get rid of the weird feeling. Maybe a bit selfish but he doesn't care.

"Ah, come on, one little punch ain't gonna hurt ya, Fidds."

"I'm not worried about me," Fidds says, and then frowns when Stan barks a laugh.

"You think you're gonna hurt ME?"

Fidds is still frowning when Ford calls over in an amused, warning tone, "This is not a good idea, Stanely!"

"Just worry about your air test or whatever and leave us alone," Stan calls back. Ford shrugs and scribbles something in his journal, and when Stan turns back to Fidds, Fidds is finally getting into position.

He looks unsure, watching Stan nervously as Stan stands before him with his arms crossed.

"Hey, not bad form - you ready?"

"Well, I suppose so," Fidds says, accent coming in a little thicker than before. "Stan, if you're sure, I should probably warn ya-"

"Don't tell me nothing, just punch me!"

Fidds presses his lips into a line and throws his fist - and jabs Stan on the chin just hard enough to tilt Stan's head half an inch to the side.

"That's it?" Stan guffaws and shakes his head. "That was barely a tap!"

"I don't wanna hurt ya!" Fidds says, sounding so conflicted that Stan gets this urge to pull him into a headlock and ruffle his hair and drive the worry away.

Instead he riles him up.

"Please," he says. "Fidds, look - one of these days I'm not gonna be there to take a hit for you, and then what're you gonna do? Just let some jerk punch ya around?"

Fidds looks slightly perplexed. "Where is this all comin from? No, Stanley, I am NOT gonna just let some jerk punch me around."

"Good! So you gotta learn to defend yourself!" Fidds still looks unsure, so Stan tries a different angle. "Okay, how 'bout this - what if some jerks are beating up on me and Ford, huh? You're just gonna let em?"

Fidds looks up. "What? No, I am not!"

"You're gonna defend us?"

"Dangnabbit, Stan - of course I am!"

"Not gonna let us get our teeth kicked out?"

"What!? No!"

"Then show me!" Stan slaps a hand against his own chin. "Right here, come on! I'm some jerk who just threw your friend Stan to the ground and I'm about to kick him in the gut, what're ya gonna-"

The blow lands hard. Stan's head jerks to the side and he's thrown off balance, and he sees actual stars before his vision clears again and he realizes he's crumpled on the ground. His head swims as hands pull him around onto his back.

"Mother o pearl!" Fidds gasps. He's got his hands on Stan's face, careful touch at complete odds with the punch he'd just landed in the same place. "Are you alright? I am so sorry! I hit ya and you weren't even ready and - you just got me so riled up and I tried to tell ya and I shoulda said earlier instead o just lettin ya show me all those moves, but I just wanted to, well - goddangit, Ford, this ain't funny."

Ford's laughing as he comes up behind them, looking down at where Stan is staring kinda dazedly up at Fidds, who's kneeling by his side in the cool grass. "We did try to tell him, Fiddleford."

"Tell me what?" Stan demands. His jaw is already aching but Fidds’s hands feel kinda good so he doesn't tell him to move.

"Fiddleford was a boxing champion back back in his hometown," Ford says.

Stan blinks. "Bwuh-?"

"Not much of a champion," Fidds says with a wince, but he's blushing a bit as he goes on, "It was never anythin official, but - well, I did win more than a few matches at some backyard parties, see, and - well, people usually don't think I got any hittin power or can defend myself, but my Ma's been all too happy to teach me since I was little, and-"

The guy's rambling, and Stan quits being able to understand what he's saying half way through cause the accent is coming in thick and Ford’s chuckling and standing there looking proud of his best friend and Stan’s a little worried that he's still jarred from the hit, cause when he looks at Fidds kneeling there, one hand one Stan's chest and the other bashfully rubbing his neck while he rambles on - he's still seeing stars.

Later, while Stan sits in the living room with an bag of ice in his jaw and Fiddleford sitting next to him, still rambling about all the times he'd knocked a few guys into the mud in some backcountry hoedown get-together or whatever, Stan can lean back and relax and grin, knowing Fidds is gonna be just fine.

He can't wait to teach him wrestling.

[ducktracy]

also i need to NOT APOLOGIZE FOR THIS because the only one realistically breathing down my neck about this is myself. BUT. just to clear my conscience. APOLOGIES reviews have been so slow 🙏 i've been feeling like the equivalent of these two gifs simultaneously the past few days (but also kinda loving it). i do really want to churn more out beyond the accidental "one a month" pace i have right now, but life has been very busy even beyond breathlessly shilling pigs and ducks, and, also, my reviews are so much more big in scope than they once were. quality over quantity etc. i assume nobody is tapping their watch going "WHERE'S MY REVIEW OF THE HEP CAT YOU CRETIN" but i just wanted to say thank you just in case 🫡

[dennisboobs]

i haven't touched my longfics in so long i'm genuinely so scared to go back to them at this point lmfao

[pidgeonlaguz]

howdy!! it's been a minute but i'm still around. fair warning-- i have been lurking the whole time and have about. 100+ posts drafted 😵‍ you'll be seeing these shortly, i'll try my best to space them out as i get around to tagging them

[anxiousgaypanicking]

me when i want to accept writing commissions vs the depression thats been eating me inside and out

[orcelito]

I have to clean bcus my apartment people are coming for an inspection of the floors (for SOME reason) and I really don't want to. I also need to finish up my lab and I still need to prep those fuckin invitations 😭😭😭😭 smh this was some bad timing for an inspection

[ren-kat]

Girl help your valiant and noble knight has been sucked into social media for the past three hours and that extremely important and need to pass knight exam is tomorrow 😭😭😭

[valiantlyjollynightmare]

Throwing this into the wild because everything feels like too much right not and i've been rotting in bed for a month straight

[deoidesign]

What if I.

when your main characters start dating after years of writing so they finally get to be like this

[arolesbianism]

Bro once I get my adhd meds it's going to be so over I'm going to read sekai and bndori stories and actually be able to focus on them I'll be unstoppable (in theory)

[choccy-milky]

LMAOO thank you for your efforts and also for putting this cursed image in my head....between being a beater AND making the trek up to the ravenclaw tower constantly/every morning to pick up clora, seb never skips a workout💪

@myfangirlinessononeblog BAHAHA DONT WORRY ABOUT IT GIRL!! ill admit tho when i got the preview for your ask which just showed me "id like to apologize for my previous ask" i was like oh god...what did she send me that warrants an apology???😰 but this was so funny to me LOOL esp bc i thought everyone already knew that "spoiler" of sebs "death" by now, so its always fun to see when someone hasnt been on my blog for long/reads my fic first and then gets to it HAHA. also i love the manic energy of not being able to wait between chaps and NEEDING to vent to me LOOL relatable... weve all been there girly🤝🤝 (and im glad u liked seb beating himself up over being dead for TOO long BAHAH that really is so him...😭bro needs to relax) BUT THANK YOU ALSO!! IM GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING IT!!💖💖💖

@nerdycollectionstrawdewfan i want to do this so bad!! i just still havent got around to getting to that quest yet bc ive still barely started my second HL playthru bahha, and i want to experience the quest myself rather than watch it on youtube, BUT TRUST ME ITS DEFS SOMETHING IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT/WANTING TO DO!! and THANK YOUU💖💖

@jax-the-kneecapper BAHAH AWW TYY RIGHT BACK AT YOU🫂💖💖😭 and i mean if its to keep someone alive i guess i have no choice but to continue🫡👩‍⚕️👩‍⚕️thank u for the excuse🥰

BAHA I DO!! idk if you saw my last ask but i have a pregnancy oneshot in the works!! but unlike what i say there, it probs wont be finished by this month at the rate im going😭 BUT IT IS COMING!! and after that i have a really reallllyyy short oneshot (probs like 5k words. short for ME, that is) thats kinda dark/about yandere seb. but also dont worry about pressuring me cuz IM GLAD YOU WANT MORE OF THEM, IT JUST MOTIVATES ME!! SO THANK YOU💖💖💖🥹

and speaking of motivation!! THANK YOUU im glad you liked it and that you not only got attached to my ver of seb but even to clora as well!!😭ill defs keep writing for them as long as the ideas are still there, thank YOU for reading and for the lovely message!!💖💖💖

decided to end this off with the most UNHINGED ask i have EVER RECIEVED LMAOOOOOO GIRLLLLLLLL???? ok a lot to unpack here first of all im OBSESSEDDDD with the fact that after seeing that sight, ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS YOU THOUGHT OF WAS SEB AND CLORA??? LMFAOO AND SEBS REACTION TO IT😭😭😭IM FUCKING CRYINN GGGG LIKE SERIOUSLY....and second clora will ALWAYS be sebs fav cave no matter what (how dare you make me read that with my own eyes) and also THE VAGINA IS A MUSCLE!! IT CAN LOOSEN AND BECOME TIGHT AGAIN!! ✨THE MORE YOU KNOW!! ✨ but also no seb will NOT be traumatized bc he will NOT be seeing that LMAO😇 in the pregnancy oneshot im writing he doesnt look down there😇 he already almost passes out from seeing clora in pain, so i think looking down there and seeing whats happening would actually knock him out/put him in a coma LMFAOOO (also congrats to your sister🥰🥰i hope her cave isnt too wrecked🥰(ok im sorry 💀💀but also YOU started this🫵)

[jazzyxox]

shotgun to my strings.

SYNOPSIS: You hadn’t seen Ellie in years, not since your graduation. So when she's drunk at the pub you work at, fingers dancing across the strings of her guitar, and you’re too high to recognise her, things get a bit twisted. 

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

CW: indie bands, flip phones, cause it's the 2000s, baby, barkeep!r x band!e, before the fame, inspired by the music industry concept in collide (READ THAT), LESBIANS 🫶, percy jackson ahh chapter titles, the shoes have canonical purpose i fear

CW FOR THIS CHAPTER: reader throws a punch, angst(y teens), time skip, alcohol, implied smut but i can't write that for shit so you wont get much, angst, hurt no comfort (but things will get better i swear), the end might be rushed be warned

ENJOY i havent written in THREE YEARS so if u have advice im open!! i love constructive criticism

MEN DNI

prologue: the time I socked my ex-girlfriend in the face.

prev - next

“SO you’re leaving? Just like that?” The weather seemed to recognize your turmoil; rain fell harder the more upset you became. Fingers were curled at your sides, drenched with rainwater, and her lingering feeling in your arms. The latter was something you wanted to forget.

“You’re leaving for Brown. Fucking Brown! And I'm staying and going to a community college. You’ve got something going for you, I don't, and I won't drag you down with me.” A hand glided through auburn hair, slick with water. Ellie’s brows were furrowed with a troubled weight, distraught, angry, sad, jealous? You used to be able to read her. Now you’ve forgotten.

She comes too close, so close that it feels like she’ll never leave, but you know that's just a lie she told you years ago. So you shove her away.

“If you’re going to leave, then commit to it. No coming back, no missed calls, no ‘u up?’ texts, nothing. I can’t wait for you like that.” You tell her in a quiet tone. Shoulders falling and features softening at the sight of her. Her freckled, wet face glimmering in the street lights, scarred hands fidgeting to ground herself. You copy the movement, trying to keep the anger from flaring up.

It was your high school graduation, for both of you. Your mother always told you that, aside from your wedding, this would be the happiest day of your life. God, could she ever be more wrong?

It had been a disaster from the start.

Ellie had nearly tripped on the way up to the stage, for one. One of the most humiliating things you can do on your graduation day. Not to mention, her teachers acted all nice just because she actually graduated (a thing they had never expected, considering her track record), and they glazed over her achievements for other people. Then, she had to talk about this. To you. The last thing she wanted to do, even if it was her idea.

And then you. Yours went swimmingly, aside from your parents never showing up. You ran through your speech, took your diploma, and went offstage with a proud smile. People were proud, even if your parents hadn’t been here to see it. You would've been able to hold it together. Should have.

“That works. You just focus on your education, and I’ll stay here and figure something out. I don't need you here.” That stunned you, an echo through your ears as you stared at Ellie. Her mouth kept moving, but you couldn't hear the rest of what she was saying over the banging in your head.

You couldn't hear her out, hear the rest of what she was saying. Took it like it was a grudge.

You moved before it could register, and for a moment, all Ellie could see was a younger version of you in your eyes. The light, the fire she had thought flickered away long ago, replaced by good behaviour and even better grades.

But maybe it hadn’t. Maybe someone had just covered it before it could get worse.

Next thing you knew, Ellie had staggered back and caught herself on a street light. Her free hand clutched her bruised jaw in her hands, a ragged breath escaping her tight throat. But she hadn’t stepped back out of fear. She stepped back like she expected it.

Like she had seen this before in you years ago. Maybe because she had.

“No matter how hard you try, you can't hide it, you know..” she breathes out in a hush, looking up at you through her wet, dark lashes. “I didn’t do anything, and you still fucking lashed out, just like you used to. ” Maybe it was out of pocket, maybe she was just trying to fire you up, to see if you’d do it again, you didn't know. All you know is that it stung. All your efforts at getting better, being better. Were they all just for nothing?

You didn't then, but now you've never regretted something more.

The rest was a blur; all you remembered was strong arms pulling you away as you cried out. Ellie had pulled something you tried so hard to bury out of you. Something you spend years of your life fixing, just for her to tear it out of you and shove right back in your mouth, to choke on the pain you wanted to leave behind, even if it was your fault.

A blur of Ellie standing, cursing you out, and leaving, ghosting you for what you had turned back into. You never saw her again, but in the back of your head, she never left.

—-----------------—

AFTER that, your life hadn't turned out how you expected.

You had still gone to Brown, spending your whole college life there, finishing your courses and getting a Bachelor of Arts in Photography and Media Arts. But with no internships or real opportunities, you freelanced, doing occasional jobs here and there, even a blog in your free time that you had made yourself. If you couldn't make a name out in the streets, you’d do it online. But none of that paid the bills.

You got a part-time job at a bar in your hometown called the Tipsy Bison, where you worked night shifts. It got you by and paid a living wage, but God, it was tiring.

You never understood how being a barkeeper could be mentally draining, but now you get it. With customers getting drunk and confiding to you over the death of loved ones, breakups, and worse, you thought you should've just become a therapist. It would've been the same job, minus cleaning up vomit and washing bar tables. And it’d pay way more.

There were small perks that came with this job, one of which was the music. Every Friday, your boss, Seth, would open the place to a small band to fill the silence while not breaking his budget entirely. You worked late shifts on Fridays, so standing around and watching the show wasn’t uncommon.

YOU hadn’t been there when this week's band came in, instead out the back with a joint wrapped around your fingers. Five-minute breaks were a rare reprieve when it came to long night shifts, the buzz calming you but keeping you awake enough to keep going. Your coworker handled them for you, setting them up, treating them to a drink or two, and letting them take the stage.

Only when you heard the music did you remember to come back in.

You don't remember how you got out there, back inside, through the metal, heavy door, and out into the movement of bodies that danced like tonight was their last day alive, how your coworker shook his head when you ended up joining the crowd, swaying your body and screaming to the words that you didn't know, like the weed didn't affect you more than it had. How you made your way closer and closer to the front, the strobe lights hitting your eyes like the sun's hot rays and blinding you momentarily, your eyes refocusing on a dirty pair of black Converse.

In this state, you couldn't have recognised her, the way the dog tag gleamed in the light, the sharp smile, the way her head threw back when she screamed. You were too out of it. So out of it, none of it bothered you. You wanted to be near. And when she spotted you, so did she.

Her band was playing a song called Night Shift, which you thought was ironic. The harsh electric guitar thrummed through your ears, the sound of this girl's singing seeping into your bones and soul, enveloping you in a tough yet comfortable blanket you recognised too well but couldn't pinpoint.

Your eyes locked with sharp, green ones, and maybe it was the alcohol or the adrenaline or perhaps even boredom, but it's like she had fallen instantly. The guitarist had practically torn her dog tag off her body, pulling you near and putting it around your neck. She spoke the lyrics like they were written for you, eyes locked in emotion and need. She needed someone she thought she didn't know at all.

“I feel no need to forgive, but I might as well,

But let me kiss your lips so I know how it felt.”

—-----------------—

NEITHER of you had stayed to clean up.

The moment that set was over, her arm was around your waist, passing a joint back and forth as your feet fumbled in their path. You were taking her back to your apartment, a last-minute decision neither of you had discussed that much.

It felt so wrong, but so fucking right. The way her arm was wrapped around you like you were someone she knew, someone she treasured, her prized possession. And how you leaned into it, giggling at nothing with her as you walked down the street, chatting quietly about everything and nothing at once.

She reminds you of someone you once knew, before Brown. She looked so different, though. Her cheekbones were sharper, her face harder, and her brows more furrowed. Her whole display was different, but she had always walked the same. You didn't take any notice, the chance of going home with a pretty girl too enticing to care. 

It’d been so long since you had, anyway. Working night shifts most nights made it especially hard to get any dates, since you slept during the day. Besides, the Tipsy Bisons' most common customers were old, middle-aged men, and that wasn't really your scene.

Arm over her shoulders, you walked up the front steps of your apartment complex, scanned your plastic keycard to unlock the door, and tripped over yourself as you brought her inside. You caught her staring and nudged her with your shoulder, smiling at her. You'd caught her doing that a lot tonight and didn't pay it any mind. Walking up to your apartment, drunk out of your mind, proved to be a challenge, but you made it to the second floor with some hard work.

You scanned for your room in the vast corridor. The walls were beige and had floral patterns, and the windows had deep red lace curtains. The carpet matched the walls, and dark wood lined the bottom of the wallpaper. “Didn't know you were such a granny,” the auburn-haired girl whispers, to which you shoot her a hard stare. She wasn't wrong though; most people here were old, retired men and women. Your neighbour was the same, and on top of that, incredibly nosy. What you two were doing tonight would probably spread like wildfire at her next bingo game. You sigh at the thought, reaching into your back pocket.

She helped you with the key, shoved it in the lock, and twisted it. The air conditioner you had left on practically smacked you square in the face when you opened the door, and she laughed. “Bit chilly,” 

You hear as she guides you inside. 

The door closes behind you, and you sigh happily. It was good to be home after a long day. You take her with you to the kitchen, and she quickly pushes you up against the counter, hands running over your sides as she kisses you, a hand coming up to your chin.

It happened fast, but it was filled with desperate, fiery need as she angles your head to kiss you deeper, tasting each other. She only ever pulls away to breathe. The way she kisses you, with such urgency and yearning, makes it known that she's wanted you from the moment she saw you. Saw how the confidence rolled off you in waves, how you made your way to her like you were meant to be there, like that was your spot. She kisses you like she's been waiting.

Your hands fisted into her jacket collar, guiding her slowly through the rooms, bumping into tables and knocking over picture frames, shattering instantly. The apartment was messy, clothes strewn over the furniture, cans of soda over the floor you had tripped on, and leftover, forgotten takeout containers on the coffee table. But you were too drunk to care, hands gliding up into her hair the moment you both made it to the bedroom, lying down on your back as she climbed on top of you. Her hands dipped under your shirt, feeling the bare skin before looking at you. “If you want to stop, tell me,” to which you give her a pleading nod.

You shudder as she slides your top off, hands gliding up to grip and massage her shoulders as her head dips to your neck, pressing a kiss to your pulse point. It makes you tremble. “God.. Please.”

—------------------—

THE sun shone through your blinds, waking you up. You scrunched up your nose, rolling over and curling up in the covers, head pounding with the consequences of mixing shitty joints and alcohol in one night. The bed felt cold, not because of your lack of clothing, but because of a lack of another's presence. You knew you had been with someone last night, but you could not, for your life, remember who that was.

You sit up, hunched over as you rub your face, shielding your sore eyes from the sun's relentless rays. Slipping on an oversized shirt to give you dignity, you head out to the kitchen, filling a glass of water and sipping at it, sighing. The hangover was already getting to you, and the feeling of something cold against your chest was rightfully pissing you off in your already agitated state. You put the glass down with a clink, running a hand over your head as you pad your way to the bathroom, fishing at the chain around your neck.

Pulling it out from under your shirt, you pull it close and squint, reading the engraving on the front, running your finger over it. The last name engraved on the stainless steel made you freeze in your spot, staring down at it.

WILLIAMS.

Fuck.

There's got to be about a million Williams's out there.

It couldn't be.

But some of you deeply hoped that it was, no matter how hard you tried to push it down.

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i also just want to say thank you to both @valeisaslut and @zzelysian for being my main inspirations. you guys are amazing and youve gotten me into writing again. so this is inspired a little from both of yall since u two are all i read lol.

GO READ THEIR FICS. theyre lifechanging i swear

appreciate you two so much :)

most of this is just buildup but yk prologue so

[orcelito]

I do find it so funny that I will graduate college days away from my birthday. Like my birthday is literally in between the end of the semester ("graduation") and commencement

It really will be like a joint graduation & birthday party for me lmao

[r0sy-maple-m0th]

ever after academy

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(note; you dont need to have watched ever after high to understand this, its not going to be an exact clone of eah, just inspired! as long as you know grimms fairytales, you should be able to understand this stuff. i do highly reccommend the show if you havent seen it though :>)

R E B E L S

Lenore — Daughter of the Evil Queen, Lenore accidentally finds herself as some sort of leader to the Rebels after publicly denying her horrid destiny to poison the one she's not meant to love.

Duke — Son of the Dark Fairy, Duke doesn't care much for his destiny, choosing to ignore it entirely as he much prefers to use his talents for entertainment.

Pluto — Son of the Chesire Cat, Pluto often finds himself falling into the background and going unnoticed. That is, until his roommate casts him aside and he stumbles upon a place he can finally be himself without worry; his home with the Rebels.

Eulalie — Daughter of the Mad Hatter, Eulalie is often looked down upon and treated as if she were a child simply because of her unique understanding of the world. She hopes that her new friends, the Rebels, will be able to understand her better.

Berenice — Daughter of Little Red Riding Hood, Berenice would consider herself to be pretty outspoken, refusing to let anyones status get in the way of what they deserve to hear. ((i wasn't going to add notes here, i feel like it kills the immersion, BUT I GENUINELY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE FOR HER INTRO. i feel like i know nothing about her jfshjf))

R O Y B E L

Morella — Daughter of Goldilocks, Morella is often pulled between groups. Shes incredibily loyal to all of her friends, but her not-quite-royal not-quite-rebel lineage leads her to questioning with who she truly belongs.

R O Y A L S

Annabel Lee — Daughter of Snow White, Annabel Lee, being the future queen means that eyes are always on her, and so she must constantly maintain her perfect porcelain persona. Its for this reason that she finds herself naturally adopting the role of leader for the Royals.

Prospero — Son of Prince Charming, Prospero is the most eligible bachelor in all of Ever After Academy-- much to his chagrin. To avoid the unwanted attention without disregarding his destiny, he agrees to a mutually beneficial fake-relationship with his best friend Annabel.

Ada — Daughter of the Swan Queen, Ada is rather discontent with her destiny, desiring to be more like the fairytale pioneers she'd grown up adoring. If there was any way for her to be percieved as more than she is, she'd do it in a heartbeat.

Montresor — Son of the Queen of Hearts, Montresor is not what most would consider a 'typical royal', his callous personality leading many to first believe him to be a rebel. The Wonderland students say he gets it from his mother.

Will — Son of Sleeping Beauty, Will knows he isn't what was intended for his destiny, and if hes being honest with himself, he doesn't even really want it. He'd much prefer to live his own life while one of his many sisters got to follow in their mothers footsteps instead.

EAH inspiration and explanations below the cut lmk your thoughts + if youd do anything differently! im still open to changing things if any better ideas come up :>

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gender is a social construct, dont mind the fact everyone but prospero is based on a girl 😭😭there wasnt a whole lot of male characters to pick from, and the ones that were there didn't suit anyone ;p

ALSOO LAST QUICK NOTE! i know that some characters would definetely suit others best (ex. like montresor couldve easily been someone like faybelle or courtly, but i ended up picking lizzie instead), HOWEVER i really wanted their status as a royal/rebel to match the nevermore groups. so the misfits are all rebels, and the posh gang, i forget what they get called lol, are all royals even if logically montresor should be a rebel because he is a horrific human being!! oh and ofc morella is stuck in the middle, being both royal and rebel.

OKAY END OF TANGENT, heres my thought process;

Lenore — Raven Queen; i dont think i need to explain this one, it just felt right. plus she already has tons of raven imagery + even had a pet dragon named nevermore! it was too perfect lol

Duke — Faybelle Thorn; struggled a bit with him, but ended on faybelle since it suits him being a magician. hes definetely not as mean as her unless its warranted, we all know he has a mean streak, cough attempted to murder annabel, cough cough. but yeah, i think the misfit magician/fairy vibe works.

Pluto — Kitty Chesire; between the cat motif, gloomier color pallete, as well as the ability to disappear and go unnoticed, i thought this worked as a nice parallel!

Eulalie — Madeline Hatter; its the weird girl aura to be completely honest lmfao. eulalie definetely isnt as mad as maddie, but you cant tell me they wouldnt be best friends. and the color schemes arent a complete match, but i think maddies colors would look SO good on eula!

Berenice — Cerise Hood; honestly. this was mostly vibes, i think she'd look good with a red cape LOL. but it also works in the sense that shes kind of a tomboyish free spirit. lmk your thoughts on if she should be half wolf like cerise is, because i actually dunno if we should keep that in the au ;p

Morella — Blondie Locks; there were probably hundreds of better choices, but i was stumped. i needed someone that was both a royal and rebel, and the only options i could think of were blondie and poppy. between the two blondie was a better choice, morella doesnt have much of a rapunzel vibe.

Annabel Lee — Apple White; same thing as lenore, do i really gotta explain this one?😭 visually and storywise it just works so perfectly! theyre both the top of their class, both the leader of their respective groups, ANDD they both pretend to be straight. your honor i rest my case

Prospero — Daring Charming; so like. prospero is very much not daring-esque. like at all lmfao. and im aware of that! but it works in the sense that he'd be annabels 'prince' and a lot of people fawn over him (much to his disliking, aroace rep lets gooo).

Ada — Duchess Swan; this was one of the original ideas that sparked this whole au cause WOW THEYRE SIMILAR! both of them desire to be higher class than they really are, and are willing to change the way they behave to reflect that. ada probably wouldnt try to steal destinies in this au, but she definetely would get buddy-buddy with all of the more popular royals (which would be why she falls so hard for prospero)

Montresor — Lizzie Hearts; THIS ONE. THIS WAS TOUGH. im still not 100% sure if this was the right choice, but its a start! basically the thought process was lizzie is a royal who could still be perceived as cruel. add in the mommy issues (this queen of hearts would be a worse parent than lizzies) and firey red color scheme, it felt like the best choice for him. i did consider sparrow hood at one point but lowkey i dont think im ready for that combination LOL. which is fine cause i forgot sparrow was a rebel and that makes the whole idea fall apart, sigh

Will — Briar Beauty; this actually started as a joke since he sleeps through classes, but then it kind of grew on me lmao. it also works in the sense that theyre both unsatisfied with the life they lived/the life they need to live. originally he was going to be alistair wonderland, since theyre both kind of just normal guys, but i feel like theres less story potentional with that idea. so im sticking with briar unless someone convinces me otherwise ;p

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More random things. Would anyone happen to have advice on how to help with low motivation to do things..? Preferably before monday,,,, ough

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Prob shouldn't post things like this here, but whatever,,,

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hi! need some hotch fic recs, would love to know if you have any writers you’d recommend :)

hi omg!!! i have my sideblog @hotchologydotlib (and backup sideblog from when that one was shadowbanned @hotchologydotfic) with their own hotch fic tags!! main here and back up here <3 i havent read much lately ive been in a weird mood (depression)

as for specific writers!!! (please tell me if you dont want to be tagged here and ill remove you!!) undercut bc its gonna get long im sorry!!!

phi @ssa-dado writes awesome stuff. im partial to fleabag!reader but genuinely everything shes written (symposium is also so freaking good) will hit the spot if ur anything like me i Promise

ali @softtdaisy also HELLOOO highly reccomend. youll be able to tell from my tags on my fic sideblogs that im not very good at all with saying how i feel about thigns beyond HELLOOO and YUMMM or OWOWOWOWOW but genuinely. yeah. here

ki @kiwriteswords i read before even (re)joining this site actually!! i have the Discord DM Proof because i was like omg ssaki... (lesserafim voice) WHERE THE HECK IS SAKI!! but no for real genuinely lovely stuff.

@winterscaptain is another one i read before rejoining as well. from this point on i migiht be sayng that a lot but. my phone was breaking my screen was disconnecting from the rest of the phone internally liike strobing in my face and i was pushing thru. it was a year ago now. but iw as GUSHINGGG in dms wth jojo. im goiing thru each message now i was genuinely having the time of my life reading ajf on ao3. im not caught up (still im sorry) but please READ!!

i feel like @luveline is a given but also very much tumblr user luveline. what can i say that hasnt already been said. just awesome stuff. partial to sick of maybe and if things go bad!! also unexpected daughter au but i dont think you were asking for things like that i just have issues that are scratched wonderfully by these ones.

lari @hotchfiles yet another ive read before joining and HELLOOO i rmr reading smells like roses and being like yes... YESS..... (im a fiend for angst) if ur in the headspace for it i highly recommend. i also love love LOVEDDD IN NOMINE PATRIS, ET FILII, ET SPIRITUS SANCTI. masterful.

mick @solardrop i rmr reading beanstalk b4 i joined and again being like OH MY GOD YUMM. all of her work please check her out!!

denise @aureatelys adore you and soft as the rain, pretty as a vine are so wonderful. realising now im very grateful to have so many talented and skilled mutuals. i love u guys. all fics! check out nodding emoji

@atlabeth dance until we're bones i think is permanantly burned into my brain. just awesome stuff i love pretty much everything sadie puts out please check it out! (i know u asked for hotch fic recs but the prodigal daughter is so good. please. Please.)

@whosscruffylooking the purest things geniunely has me hooked im having a very good time there.

@honeypiehotchner LOVEEE. been loving the gambit (ive fallen behind a bit due to the Weird Mood but ive been loving it nonetheless) and i LOVEEE autistic!reader so much. please check out. please.

these arent all mutuals but!! if i missed out one of my lovely mutuals know i didnt mean to im just scatterbrained and forget things. i <3 u fic writers