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[noahsarkb]

a little deranged. crazy even. so im gonna spew out my freenoodles headcanon on how they first met in college!! and then married. and then adopted mk. also tang's job

if you look at the pokemon trainer cards that were made for tang and pigsy:

there's a two year age gap between them, meaning tang is a freshman (majors in JTTW history idk) and pigsy (culinary major?!?!) is a junior

tang tries desperately to be social during his first year so he gets dragged to a ping pong tournament (it's silly i know) and lo and behold pigsy's there

pigsy is absolutely DEMOLISHING everyone that goes against him, which eventually includes tang because he gets pushed to the table and long story short tang gets nerfed and is absolutely scarred and scampers away like a little rat (pigsy feels kinda bad but he still keeps playing). tang avoids being anywhere near pigsy out of pure fear till pigsy graduates and leaves. hurray for tang!!

then during tang's senior year he visits a noodle shop that just opened and GUESS WHAT. IT'S PIGSY'S NOODLES. he's gotten over his fear of pigsy (mostly) and manages to start a conversation with pigsy talking about his first impression of him (ping pong tournament). pigsy is pretty embarrassed and laughs it off but he enjoys tang's company and eventually tang becomes a regular, both for the cheap but quality noodles and for pigsy (tang eventually manages to start a tab somehow don't ask me) (he still pays) (sometimes) (pigsy has a fat crush on tang that's probably how).

after tang graduates he becomes a professor and writes papers about JTTW and he makes a decent amount of money from this job. he still manages to visit pigsy often and then after way too long of hopelessly pining like idiots they get together and marry around their mid 20s. tang moves into pigsy's apartment above the restaurant and eventually MK shows up at pigsy's restaurant at around 5 yrs old. pigsy manages to take care of MK while running a restaurant but it gets too tedious and tang decides to quit his job as a professor to take care of MK all the time while pigsy works (tang doesn't like working anyways he's 2 cool 4 work) (pigsy feels really bad tang gave up his job for MK because he feels like he's burdening tang but tang doesn't care he's an airhead) (MK gets adopted in a few months by the both of them yay!!)

even though MK's like in his early 20s when the series starts tang's still basically. unemployed. but it's okay he's a mood. he helps pigsy open and close the shop but other than that his job is to be a nuisance to pigsy (affectionately) and tell MK stories.

TL;DR- tang gets scarred by pigsy at a ping pong tournament in college and then 3 yrs later at pigsy's noodles they pine hopelessly and marry + adopt a child and tang quits his job to take care of MK bc that is totally very reasonable

(im so sorry if this block of text is like hard to read or understand 😭😭😭)

[whoistartaglia]

hiii do u mind if i req college!bf kaeya making u skip classes to take u out on a date bc he misses u please (^ ◡ ^)

university au—part three

thanks for the request! i’ve been looking for another university au idea

includes: dottore, kaeya.

warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff.

kaeya

“i can’t skip class,” you protest. you and kaeya walk together in the direction of your lecture hall building. there’s you, already running late to your afternoon class, and kaeya, definitely not going to his.

“but you can,” kaeya replies. he wears his most charming—and disarming—smile.

you give him a look, and he holds up his hands as if to say: don’t look at me like that; i’m not wrong.

“yes, i can—but that doesn’t mean i should.”

“why shouldn’t you? you’re doing great in the class, you always tell me the professor doesn’t know how to teach anyways.”

you’re silent for a second, but that single second is all it takes for kaeya to know he’s won. you can’t find an excuse not to go—maybe if you try harder, you might, but you’re tired, and deep down, you don’t really want to go, either.

you turn to kaeya, and you both stop.

kaeya strikes first. “i know you don’t like skipping class—but it’s been ages since we’ve been on a proper date, and i miss you.”

he’s right, of course. you barely have any free time outside of class, and when you do, kaeya has class, or you’re both too tired to go on a formal date.

“just this once,” kaeya adds, and you relent.

you’re convince this boy could charm you info eating ice cream in the north pole, and you’d probably enjoy it, too.

“i shouldn’t,” you repeat again.

“you shouldn’t,” kaeya confirms.

“but i want to.”

the crack of a smile. “but you want to.”

dottore

you and dottore are both teaching assistants. as a TA, you’re very fair, grading mostly for completeness and effort. but dottore… well, you’re convinced he’s addicted to red ink, given how much he scribbles corrects and comments on his reports and papers.

“if you were my TA during undergrad,” you say, peering at the paper of dottore’s current victim, “i would have hated you.”

“oh?” dottore makes another red mark, and then sets his pen down. he thinks for a second, then looks at you and responds, “i don’t think you would.”

“what makes you say that?”

“i wouldn’t be doing this to your paper.”

“what? why?”

dottore looks at you as if you’ve just asked what color the sky is. “because you’re brilliant, intelligent, and actually know how to write a decent paper.”

“more than decent,” you correct him.

“yes, more than decent,” dottore amends with a faint smile. “and of course, because you’re my partner.”

an indignant laugh bubbles up from you.

“that’s academic dishonesty,” you say, trying to sound stern. you don’t know how well you’re doing with it, given you’re also trying to suppress a smile.

“oh, please,” dottore says. he returns a more mischievous version of your smile. “since when did i ever care about that?”

[wixafix]

Hi, could I get a percy weasley and reader fic and hes dating a slytherin (maybe even a malfoy) and his parents find out and send a howler?? Its the first time percys ever gotten one so everyone shocked and contemplating why he got one, only to discover its about her being a slytherin?? He gets mad and incendios it before it has a chance to finish bcs they insulted her?? Thanks!!

Percy Weasley X reader

Soft/ discourse

Clock Tower

You smiled, nose scrunched as Percy pressed a kiss to your head, parting ways for breakfast. Happily filling your plate at the Slytherin table you mostly tune out to the noise of the hall, occasionally glancing at your boyfriend in a sea of red robes.

As usual you didn't pay pay much attention to the owl mail, at least until there were whispers of a howler. Looking up you watched Errol, old thing carrying a howler.

It wasn't quite a strange sight, the twins got yelled at enough and even Ron had gotten one but Errol carried it over to Percy, this started plenty of whispering seeing as Percy was generally known as the best behaved Weasley of the bunch. Even if you knew he pissed of the professor's with his endless questions, Snape especially and wasn't that entertaining.

The, at this point, well known voice of Molly Weasley silenced breakfast with skill. Honestly the woman probably sent more howlers to her children than the rest of the parents combined. Granted she did have double the amount of children others usually had.

Percy remained mostly un-fussed about his mother's ranting at least until she started insulting you to which his face grew steadily more red. The envelope didn't get to finish spewing insults seeing as it burst into flames with a furious incendio. He paused enough to look furiously at each of his siblings all of which held their hands up in surrender before he left the hall.

Fortunately, for you, you had already decided to simply send a letter when you started dating. Mostly because Draco, younger brother or not, was a little snitch who would have written home as soon as there was even a rumour of you and Percy dating. A handful of letters and the matter had been put to rest. Ultimately mother and father only really cared that you and Draco were happy, though father was less than pleased and mother well she thought it was a phase but didn't care all that much regardless.

Sliding from the bench and grabbing your bag you walk quickly after Percy, knowing by heart his preferred routes through Hogwarts and his favourite places. The hall was whispering still as you left, either about the howler or Percy, he didn't really get angry just frustrated mostly but the Weasley temper wasn't famous for nothing.

Smiling as you got to clock tower you rested on door way just admiring your furious boyfriend for a moment before wandering over to him and bumping him with your hip.

"Hey darling."

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

"Nothing to be sorry for Perc. I know you don't think that about me so I'm not all that bothered." He smiled at you, a small tentative smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"You shouldn't have to listen to it, she shouldn't have insulted you like that." You nudged him until you could wrap him in a hug, him dropping his forehead on your shoulder.

"You weren't too fussed about my father bodily throwing himself at yours a few years ago, I'm hardly going to hold your mothers vitriol against you." He snorted quietly at the reminder but you could feel him smile wider.

"Yes well. Not exactly how I wanted mum and dad to find out. Granted I don't know how they did find out." You shrugged as you both sunk to the floor, Percy pulling you into his side, arm wrapped around you tangling his fingers with yours.

You thought it was probably Ron, smart cookie or no, his mouth ran away from him occasionally and he probably let something slip accidentally. Despite his hatred of Draco and generally dislike of Percy's academic self he didn't really have anything to say about you. Though there was a very amusing attempt at intimidation, attempting to warm you away from hurting Percy last year but he'd been a gangly second year, whose face matched his hair when he got worked up.

"She didn't scare you away?" Percy's tone was teasing but you knew there was actually worry behind his question.

"I love you, Percy. You're stuck with I'm afraid regardless of what your mother thinks." Percy sat up a little straighter blinking in shock.

"You just said you love me." His tone was a bit awed and you turned away a little, taking on the familiar haughty head tilt.

"Maybe, you have no proof." Percy laughed and hugged you tight, you melted into him. He pressed a kiss to you temple with a smile.

"I love you too."

~~{ Wixafix [Wixabear] }~~

[midnightmoonytales]

𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕪: 𝔽. 𝕎

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of insecurity, mild argument, please let me know if I missed anything.

A/n: I tried writing this with my fellow curly-haired girls in mind. Bc yall- when people take time to learn how to properly handle curly hair and play with yours in a way that won't make your hair all wtf, in the end, is my absolute favorite.

White sparkling snow glistened around the burrow, covering every nook and cranny it could touch from last night's storm. Sounds of people's laughter mixed with Christmas Carols rang throughout the walls of the burrow. Three families all bundled up together under one roof, sharing memories, young and old. The dying flames of the fireplace crackle in the background, long forgotten. You could say it's cramped, hosting two more families on top of already having to fit seven people into the burrow. But no one would change a thing. Well... maybe Percy, poor boy forced to bunk with the twins and your younger brother, Teddy. Your fathers, Sirius and Remus bunked with your aunt and uncle, Lily and James. Said, "it reminded them of old times." What really justified how old they are, but we won't tell them that. Bill and Charlie ended up bunking with Harry and Ron, mostly to keep them out of trouble. Meanwhile, Hermione, Ginny, and you all shared Ginny's room.

Not that you stayed in there much, opting to sleep on the couch with Teddy. The fire crackling soon became a natural lullaby to you both. Sweet boy would wake you up frightened, during ungodly hours of the night complaining of nightmares that flooded his dreams. Refusing to sleep anywhere other than with you. It's been like this since he learned to walk. Not that either of your fathers minded, they had scrapbooks filled with pictures of you and Teddy.

Spending Christmas with your parents was rare, the full moon causing your parents to send you off to the Potters until it passed. They were like a second family to you and Teddy. Harry became like a brother to you, always trying to protect you even though you were older. It became a tradition at the Potter's house to make muggle Gingerbread houses during Christmas time, ending the night with a glass of eggnog.

Wanting to make the most of having everyone here this year, you and Harry convinced the others to compete in a gingerbread-making contest. The parents all agreed to be judges as the kids tried their best to win. Key word tried, of course, you and Harry had an advantage after making them due to years of experience. Assisting Molly in the kitchen early this morning to bake pounds of gingerbread for the contest.

With the delicious aroma of gingerbread baking in the oven. Everyone huddled around the living room, making room for one another. Sirius and uncle James telling everyone a story about your old professor Snape. Earning a swift smack against their heads from Lily, since Severus is her best friend. Remus recalled how Sirius got yoinked by the whomping willow because he was too cocky. Harry mutters, Father like daughter, reminding you of the time you ended up in the infirmary when trying to get one of the animals that escaped from Hagrid.

A few more stories were spread around before George spoke up. "My favorite story from when the three of us attended Hogwarts is probably Fred being caught sneaking out of Y/n's room." Groans left both yours and Fred's lips, remembering that eventful morning.

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The sounds of small pebbles hitting your window awoke you from your sleep. Growing aggravated from being woken up, you through your duvet off of you. The brash cold air stole away whatever sleep you had left in you. Reaching for your wand on the nightstand, "Lumos," muttered from your lips. With the glow of your wand, the sound of pebbles halted to a stop. Approaching your window, you could faintly make out a mop of red hair through the dense fog. It could only be one person, quickly you opened your windows. Before you know it, Fred was mounting off his broom. "What are you doing here!" You quietly shouted, trying your best to not wake anyone in your house. Swiftly closing your window behind him.

"I missed you," He grumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist. You could see the tiredness in his eyes, but it warmed your heart to see he would fly all this way to see you, even if he was tired. Reaching your hand to fix his air-ridden hair, you dragged him to your bed. Wanting to get out of the cold that was surrounding you both. It was rare to get to spend time together lately. Between George and him running the joke shop and you preparing for your NEWTS, your schedules were jam-packed. But you both made it work.

Snuggling into each other, his hand caught your chin. The smell of cinnamon and gunpowder flooded your senses. Rubbing your lip with his thumb, planting a passionate kiss on your lips. Neither one of you is in a rush-rather slow tired kisses being exchanged as you both fall into a sleepy embrace.

The sounds of birds chirping, and streams of bright light wake you up. Groggily rubbing the tiredness out of yours, "Shit," you mumble. Fred was supposed to be gone before the sun was up. Your parents were early birds, which was their normal since you were born. Rushing out of bed, your legs got caught in your duvet, causing you to fall to the floor with a loud...THUMP. Alerting your sleeping boyfriend. Trying to pry yourself as fast as you can, you noticed that your window was slightly cracked. You swore you closed it last night.

"Are you okay?" Fred panicked, quickly making his way off the bed to help you get out of the duvet.

"You have to get out of here, it's morning." You warned him. The color drained from his face. Quickly, he picked up his broom that was in the corner of the room. Looking out your window, the coast was clear. Turning around, you were met with a kiss. "Mm as much as I love kissing you," Pushing him away gently, "you have to get out of here before you get caught." Fred smiled like he had just won the lottery, mounted his broom and flew out the window. He turned around to say bye, a bright smile on his face soon replaced with fear as a big black dog grabbed onto the end of his broom. Bringing him down to the ground. There was only one person that it could be...your papa. Quickly turning around, you were faced with your stone-faced father standing in your doorway...oh no.

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"You gave the boy a proper fright Padfoot," James wheezed, bent over in his seat. Lily shook her head at her husband's amusement. A few poorly hidden chuckles were admitted from the others. On the other hand, Molly was fuming. She knew her boys were always up to no good, but she usually found out.

"You better thank Godric, Fredrick Weasley, that I'm only learning about this now," Molly exasperated, Arthur rubbing her arms up and down trying to calm her down. Whispering something into her ear, you could see her start to calm down. The bell that Harry brought Molly a few Christmases back, rang, alerting everyone that the gingerbread was done. You and Molly excused yourselves to the kitchen. Grabbing the mittens from the drawer, you pulled the gingerbread from the oven. "So... Y/n dear, do you want to marry my Freddie?" Molly asked, her attitude completely different from the one just a few moments ago. Panicked, you dropped the gingerbread. Luckily enough it fell onto the oven door rather than on the floor. "Sorry dear, I didn't mean to frighten you," She spoke tenderly.

Frighten you, that was a nice way to put it. It's not that you didn't want to marry Fred- Rather, it was a dream you had since you attended Hogwarts, but you didn't think he wanted to marry you. It felt stupid to think that way. You two have been dating for seven years now. Marriage was bound to come eventually. Especially now that you both were older. The two of you were doing well in your careers. You have a lovely home together, midway between your parent's home and the burrow. "I truly do wish to marry him, Molly," you said, separating the correct pieces of gingerbread into their respective plates.

She stopped what she was doing before looking up at you, "but?" She was one person who knew you too well. Doting on you even before you started dating her son.

Laughing under your breath, "but I don't know if he wants to marry me," You finished, turning around to continue separating the gingerbread. Your mind wanders to the possibility of him not wanting to marry you. Molly's hand softly rubbed your shoulder making you aware of the feelings of wetness falling down your cheek.

"Oh dear, that boy is absolutely enamored with you." She said, pulling out a chair and beckoning for you to sit in it. Softly but efficiently pulling your hair tie out, separating part of your hair into sections as she spoke, gently yet diligently detangling knots with her finger. "That boy has been planning on marrying you since he learned you could tell him and George apart." Her voice was laced with amusement.

"He has?" You asked, turning around to face her. Hands gripping the top of the chair. Nodding her head before turning your face forward, she continued to play with your hair. Gently pulling pieces apart to easily braid your hair into a crown. It wasn't perfect, with random little hairs sticking out in certain places, but it was you. You were far from perfect and that's okay. You don't have to be. Your hands smooth over the apples of your cheeks, hoping to hide any possibly noticeable pigment. Her words didn't take all your worry away but did ease the thoughts that plagued your brain.

By the time Molly was done braiding your hair and complementing it with mistletoe, the gingerbread was cooled. Icing prepared the night before. It was time for everyone to pair into teams. Looking for your partner in crime, you realized he was nowhere to be seen. While it was possible to lose him in the sea of redheads, everyone else was accounted for. Mumbling each person's name as you saw them. Realizing that your boyfriend was not amongst them.

Glancing outside through the kitchen window, dark clouds started filling the sky. Another storm in the midst of brewing. Yet, Fred was still nowhere in sight. Scenarios scorched through the inside of your eye lids, panic overtaking any relief that you once had. Where the bloody hell is Fred? Why would he go out now? We’re with family, why would he do this when we are with our families? You rather him do whatever he is doing behind closed doors of your home than sit here embarrassed amongst your families. Not that it makes it any better, because it doesn’t. Rubbing your sweaty palms against your trousers, hoping to wipe away the worry. A firm hand settled against your shoulder, squeezing it ever so slightly. Looking up to see both of your fathers standing behind you, soft smiles placed lazily on their lips. A weak smile spread across your lips, more so worried about wherever Fred disappeared to.

“We’ll be your gingerbread partner's pup,” Sirius said, moving a strand of hair that had managed to escape the braid. Remus hand rubbing circles along your spine, relieving some tension. Parents weren't supposed to team up with the children's since they were supposed to be judges, but since your partner is missing, they couldn’t leave their daughter by herself. Nodding, you quickly got to work planning and setting up. Choosing to make a mini version of the shrieking shack. Both holding memories, good and bad, from your parents and your years at Hogwarts. Rather than using it to change on full moons, George, Fred and you choose it when picking an inconspicuous spot to prepare pranks.

After what seemed to be forever, you all finished. Proud of your work, the shack looked just as wrecked as it was in real life. Windows hanging by a thread and the building tilting ever so slightly. James, Lily, Molly and Arthur all stood together, conversing. Going from one gingerbread to another as everyone stood behind their respectable houses. As the judges chatted amongst themselves, their final decision being Teddy and Charlie who made a wonky dragon on top of a crumbling house. While it probably wasn’t fair, you would do the same thing for Teddy. The smile that appeared on his face made it feel like you won yourself. Faintly, your attention was captured by the sound of the door opening and closing. Snow littered through his hair and shoulders, frantically trying to shake it off. Excusing yourself, you made your way over to Fred.

“Hello Darling, mmm I love the hair style,” he said, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Shrugging off his coat, leaving it to rest on the coat hanger that was probably already too full to hang anything else. “Did you guys already start the gingerbread house?” He said, bummed. Stating earlier that he wished to partake in it.

Annoyed, you sat there for Godric knows how long, waiting for your lover. “You don’t get to be bummed when you leave without us knowing.” The feeling of being embarrassed and humiliated swelled up in your chest. Upset that your parents even saw his absence. You loved working on the gingerbread house with them, but still. “Where the bloody hell were you,” You whispered shouted, trying your best to not alert those around you. Which didn’t work as well as you hoped, everyone around going quiet. Before Molly rushed everyone into the back yard, despite the protest that it was snowing outside.

Caught off guard, “What exactly are you insinuating?” His arms crossed and his brows furrowed. He knew he had to keep what he was doing a secret but couldn’t believe you didn’t trust him. Never once in the past seven years has, he done something to break your trust. Of course, you had fought every now and then, but that's what couples do. However, this conversation in itself was absurd to him.

“I don’t know, Okay,” you said, fidgeting with whatever you could touch. Millions of thoughts were going through your head. “You go missing during the middle of the night for hours at a time.” You rambled on, expressing thoughts that have been inside your head for a while now. Your fingers picking at your bottoms as you expressed your emotions. “I just don’t know what to think, you’ve never done me wrong before, but hours at a time at night is concerning,” You stated, never truly making eye contact with him.

“You want to see where I’ve been off to at night then fine.” He said, taking off his sweater off the rack and pulling it around you. Before taking your scarf off the rack and wrapping it around your neck. His shoulders raised ever so slightly, considerably tensed. Even when he was upset, he still took time to make sure that you were all set. He didn’t have to prove either where he went but if it made you feel better then so be it. Opening the door, he pulled you through piles of snow. “I wasn’t going to do this till tomorrow, but plans changed.” He muttered.

“W-what?” You asked, confused on where he was taking you in the middle of winter. Snow falling continuously, not caring that you were traveling somewhere. After what felt like hours, and a steep hill, you made it to the willow tree you and Fred used to come to when either of you were having a bad time. “What are we doing here Fred?”

“Please be quiet, and let me talk,” he said, cold fingers pressing against your lips. “I was going to wait till tomorrow, but I’m going to do it now.” Digging into his pocket, pulling out a red-velvet case, decorated by painted flowers. “You’ve been my partner in crime for over seven years now. You never once mixed George and I up, even when we tried pulling pranks on you to believe we were the other person. You helped us open our Joke shop, staying up countless nights helping us fix gadgets that were faulty.” He spoke, getting onto one knee, opening the velvet case to show a crystal encased in gold vines that shimmered in the moonlight. “You made me feel like my own person, not just another Weasley people couldn’t name. You taught me how to be vulnerable, and how to be a better man. All those nights I was out, I was planning how to make this as special as I could for you.” Looking around you noticed your favorite flowers in floating pots and fairy lights hanging from the old willow tree. Over to your left, your whole family scattered around, smiling at you. “So, will you do the honors of being my partner in crime for the rest of our lives?”

Tears swelled down your face, all this time you thought he was out doing something sketchy he was really just planning your proposal. Before you could speak, little arms wrapped around your legs tight. “My sister,” Teddy said. Digging his head into your legs. Laughs escaped everyone, as your fathers came to grab him. Planting a small kiss on his head before your parents took him back over to everyone else.

“Yes,” Wiping the almost frozen tears from your face as he slipped the gorgeous ring on. Pulling him into a kiss as soon as he was finished. Happy that your thoughts were wrong in the end. You were getting your happily ever after, the one you always dreamed of.

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I went full time at work so I could buy a new laptop for school, and I'm absolutely drained. Especially when there only one of me and I'm getting pulled six different ways at once. But on a good note, I'm so glad I finished this.

@ghostofscarley @verygayauthor

[yeenybeanies]

Hi so this is gonna be weird but I need to freak out about ur g/t au. I love it sooo much you have no idea.

I just wanted to ask, since in a tweet you said giant bones are hollow, does this mean they follow bird bone rules? Like hollow but still dense to provide strength?(for example a bird and mammal that are roughly the same size will have a very similar weight despite the mammal having solid bones!)

Also it is believed that hollow bones help with air circulation during flight via pneumatic sacs connected to the respiratory system located in the bones themselves. So (if your giants follow this rule) does this mean they have amazing "lung" capacity? I imagine that their proportional lungs already compensate enough for the oxygen requirement but it is interesting to think about the implications. Being able to hold their breath for longer? Heavily oxygen saturated blood? How buoyant would they be?

Another thing I thought of! You already addressed the calcium requirement, but do your giants also need extra collagen? Since collagen is a primary component in bones and ligaments (and a bunch of other stuff but i need to keep mostly on track) and provides structure to your bones and joint support.

Anyway. That's all for now. Im sorry for the long message. I wish I could blend your AU and drink it. Also science is my jam. Thank you for your content!

this is a super fun ask!! thank you for bouncing biology ideas off of me!!

under a cut bc we get a lil long here:

so, to your first point: i'd like to point out that i'm going off of what we've seen in the past with dinosaurs, wherein these huge creatures had hollow bones to reduce the weight they would otherwise be carrying. i will admit i arbitrarily picked a weight scale factor for giants (12x instead of 15.6x), & am working in the hollow bones/additional air sacs/slimmer build in to make that work.

that being said! i would agree that giants have a (proportionally) different lung capacity than humans! probably bigger, more efficient lungs (taking advantage of those extra air sacs), which would help their metabolic efficiency. given their slower metabolisms ,too, i would wager that giants could probably hold their breath for a bit longer than humans.

hippos, which outweigh my giants, & are also fully warm-blooded, can hold their breath for about 5 minutes at a time. so, somewhat arbitrarily, i'd say that giants can maybe hold their breath for 5-7 minutes at once. still longer than a human for sure, but this ties into another question of yours & point of mine:

i have it in my mind/headcanons that giants in my au cannot swim well. they're somewhat like other great apes, like chimps, in that they don't maintain a lot of body fat––at least not so much to offset the density of their muscles, so they are more likely to sink in water, despite all the evolutionary adaptations to keep them light-weight. i touched on this a little in one of the MitB chapters where ghost & soap were bickering about ghost's ability to swim, where he asserted that he could, which wasn't common among giant kind. those that are dedicated can swim––ghost is able to & does know how to swim––but it is incredibly strenuous & exhausting & not sustainable.

which does tie into another aspect of giants! while they are undeniably bigger & stronger than humans, they don't have as much stamina. it's kinda impossible to maintain the same degree of stamina that humans have evolved at a giant size. so, while giants do have relatively more stamina than the average mammal, humans can still smoke them in terms of distance running. so, the the olden days, humans would wound & chase their prey animals into giant ambushes, where humans would chase the animals to exhaustion into a team of giants that would then take them down, or pursue them in the last few miles until they fully dropped.

moving back onto your points!: collagen! i find research on the consumption of collagen to be dubious at best, & have had college professors tell me that collagen "supplements" are just a bunch of bs, so... idk, i feel like whatever requirements giants need to maintain themselves is largely found in their diets. they do have very fibrous diets (mostly plant matter), & eat most of the less desirable parts of animals, like skin & bones.

but hey!! thank you for the ask!! i love thinking about stuff like this!! even if some of it has to be hand-waved, it's still fun to consider in a way that might make it semi-realistic!

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

fic in review 2023 :)

this old tag game used to go around every year but no one's tagged me the past few years so i just. Tag My Self . because it is FUN ! it's the Shamelessly Promote Your Work game and it's fun looking at all the stats and reviewing your year in writing. it's the most indulgent tag game ever come join me

tagging: WHOEVER WANTS TO DO IT! YAY! TAG ME! 🎉but also specifically (no pressure! i will not be offended if you ignore, this is A Lot): @mvshortcut @fade-in-the-dark @altschmerzes @writer-and-thrasher @kar-krashew :)

i'm applying this to "trentcrimminallybeautiful" specifically, not the other fics on my ao3. ...mostly.

Total Number of Completed Stories:

total posted, complete or not: 40 works on ao3, but of those 40, four are collective works, so if we count each chapter/snippet as its own "completed stories", that's... 74, wow.

however, as for "complete"... not counting those snippet collections, 33. if i count the snippets i consider somewhat "complete"... probably around 57? some of them are hard to determine if they feel "complete" or not, hence why they're in snippets collection jail in the first place.

Total Word Count: according to ao3′s word count, 277,118, which is counting my works for other fandoms but is not counting the squillion wips i have unposted on ao3.

Fandoms Written In: Ted Lasso, mostly. But also The Mysterious Benedict Society. Also a Professor Layton fic.

Looking back did you expect to write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expect: More! Trent really grabbed my brain. Spinning him.

What’s your own favorite story of the year, personally?:

UhhhHHHH. I'm bad at choices so here's several:

"trick & treat" and "off the record" for some overly self indulgent smut. and also the deeply embarrassing venom au oneshot

"being right" and this fic about trent being sick

superhero au oneshot, "second impressions", and a fmk oneshot for sillies, "high noon over richmond" or this time travel snippet...

Did you take any writing risks this year?: Hmm well I'd call That Goddamn Venom AU a Fucking Risk, as well as the My God What's This? Catboy Smut Oneshot With The Steel Chair

but honestly there were several fics i was unsure about, which got a variety of responses i think, although none atrociously bad

Do you have any fanfic goals for the New Year?: So many WIPs I want to like. actually write.

Best story of the year: Well, that's not favorite (my favorite) or most popular (everyone else's favorite) so is that supposed to mean objectively the best? Because I still am bad at judging this. At a guess, the aforementioned superhero au, one of those indulgent smut fics, or possibly this deeply stupid crack fic about rupert mannion sucking in bed. Or "ink sunset". NO WAIT. IT'S MATTERS OF THE HEART of course it is

Most popular story of the year: hm. WELL. im only doing ones on this account bc i can’t be bothered to pull up the other ones tbh but

By kudos: "Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth" with 1004

By subscriptions: "sweeter than heaven (hotter than hell)" with 70

By comment threads: if we're counting snippet collections, first goes to the first snippet collection with 130 and then the second one with 124. if we're not, then it's "Rupert Mannion Is Batman (He Isn't)" with 78. (although "Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth" is at 77--close!)

By bookmarks: "Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth" with 294

By hits: "Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth" with 5324

So overall, probably "Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth"/ By far. Wow.

Most personal story of the year: Probably I WANTED TO BE LOVED SO DESPERATELY / THAT MY FINGERS SHOOK WITH IT or lost sight of (who you are). Wait, no. matters of the heart.

Funniest story of the year: Oh I have so many fucking crack fics. Perhaps one of my many stupid time travel aus, or painting the town richmond blue, or Rupert Mannion Is Batman (He Isn't)? Or that aforementioned stupid fmk oneshot.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Hmmm, lost sight of (who you are), wayward thoughts, and being right.

Most fun story to write: I think i have the most fun with crack and smut--not that I don't love angst, because I do, but crack is just bouncing whatever I think will be funniest and flying by the seat of my pants, and if I manage to write and post smut, it is always extremely indulgent. Can't think of any in these particular genres I haven't already mentioned.

Story with the sexiest moment: Definitely "trick & treat" or "off the record".

Sweetest story of the year: Perhaps "helpless in a game of kisses" or this meet-cute? I also quite enjoyed the ending of "the dregs at the bottom of the glass".

“Holy crap that’s wrong even for you!” story: I'm gonna take this to mean angsty instead of scandalous, and say maybe the first chapter of "make a mess of you"?

Hardest story to write: matters of the heart and its sequel has been fucking me up. Also see lost sight of (who you are).

Biggest disappointment: Some fics I really like didn't do so well, but then, a lot of them did, so I try not to dwell on it

Biggest surprise: Was really nervous about a few oneshots I really liked and worked hard on (particularly "matters of the heart" and some of that stupidly indulgent smut) but they got a pretty good reception! Also see: just how bad Trent Crimm has invaded my brain <3

[nothums-from-tj]

What is your hc on boomercup? for me, I think they bonded over the fact that they are the odd ones out of their siblings. Brick and Butch are always together doing things Blossom and Bubbles doing things together, and Buttercup and Boomer are just left out, not that they want to do the things their siblings are doing I also hc that boomer moved out like when he was 15-16 so that just adds to how estranged his relationship with his brothers is whilst buttercup is going out all the time with her friends just so she doesn't have to see how close her sisters are and how estranged she is and I also hc that they both were the last to get together so their siblings mostly blossom and bubbles set up double dates just so they make buttercup and boomer be together

I’m literally so excited someone asked me abt them I’m like in tears. This is a super long post just to give you a heads up

Just rq I feel like with how oblivious the two are they’d be like “why are we literally being dragged on a date” and then ditch their siblings to hang out with each other, said siblings laughing at them when they finally get together like “that’s literally WHY WE INVITED YOU BOTH WE BASICALLY FORCED YOU ON A DATE WITH EACH OTHER” “oh”

Ok so a one-shot I actually had in mind basically touches upon exactly that also loosely inspired by “Pity Party” by Melanie Martinez (full idea beneath the cut), although my main work right now—the fic I have going (you can find it under the tbmg tag I have on this post and my pinned) is Boomer being impulsive to try to impress some girl in a class they all share by trying to be “good” and so asking for help, and given it’s the most-behaved Ruff and the least-behaved Puff and somewhere along the line they’re still classified as a villain and a hero respectively despite not being too different fundamentally and it’s mostly a character study in that aspect while still building their friendship before getting them together. I like to think that as crime lessens in the future the Ruffs mostly stop having contact with Mojo and low contact with HIM providing they’re mainly just tools to them unlike the Puffs to Professor, who he sees as his children and created them specifically to have children in his life. Boomer, in Buttercup’s opinion, is the most annoying since he’s as much of an instigator as she is. For the most part they lose contact with the other groups save for Boomer and sometimes Brick just trying to have a bit of fun by getting on their nerves and eventually only really focus on Buttercup since she’s the only one to still give them a reaction

That, and it’s nice to have someone that can actually match each other’s strength—they mostly get into fights when having a rough day, when they need to either beat the shit out of someone until they feel better or it means violence is still some kind of physical contact that says there’s some kind of care in it, good or bad

This is sort of what I’m alluding to at the start of said fic that I’ll try to delve into further into the next chapter or the one following. During the next chapter is when I have them actually chatting and getting to actually know one another aside from any insecurities to jab at to initiate a fight

I have another hc I’ll put in a rb here at a later date bc it deals with some heavier topics (EDIT: some are featured here)

Alright one-shot idea:

It’s the girls’ 15th birthday, a Saturday, and Buttercup has always been the first to pick on her sisters right and it seems that’s the only way she really knows how to make connections which is a little bit what @milksteaki touched upon in her (edited to use proper pronouns) hcs as far as how she “flirts” with Boomer (not quite the same, it’s close enough), and I doubt her sisters would ever fully understand that

Especially as they get older I have a feeling Blossom and Butters would argue a bit more given they’re probably the two who bear the most insecurities and they’re so alike in sometimes getting on what really makes people tick. Anyway they probably had one the night before bc Buttercup is sometimes just so intense they don’t really know how to take it the way her sisters do and it literally scares their friends, especially when BC’s friend group are boys who roughhouse or are able to match her competitive nature and they mention this to her sisters in private who then try to relay the message to Buttercup or they try to encourage their friends to tell her straight up bc she really doesn’t mean any harm. Either way, Buttercup either didn’t invite her friends for those reasons or was told to invite someone else and she doesn’t have anybody else, that or everyone was busy/had games/whatever else. Blossom asks Buttercup not to “scare the guests” and she, in a bout of teenage angst, takes it as “don’t show up”

After that she’s left alone in the room and her immediate thought is to contact Boomer to play basketball at a park or something—just the two of them, since all he was really doing was either trying to ignore Brick and Butch fight or, providing you’re the second person I’ve known of to hc Boomer moving out as a teenager, he’s doing absolutely nothing and is more than happy to hang out with someone

They chat during the game and sometimes after shots—not like it’s a real game anyway—and Buttercup mentions that she’s been “kicked out for the day” or that she fought with Blossom again, really anything to keep from sharing too many details and it works as Boomer continues to say that he’s so glad to not really be around his brothers like that anymore. While Boomer is never the one really involved with Brick and Butch’s spats, he feels left out and like no one pays attention to him in kind of the opposite of how Bubbles feels

It’s late afternoon when Blossom finds her after realizing Buttercup isn’t in the room sulking or looking for privacy but straight up left, and only then did she realize Buttercup probably had no intention of showing up and felt horrible—they’re a tight-knit group, even with the arguing they both miss their sister terribly and their birthday is never too fun without the third

Another argument starts out since Blossom’s concerned and Buttercup’s pissed and they eventually forget Boomer’s there for a minute—at least Buttercup, until:

“You said you didn’t want me there!”

“I never said that! All I wanted was for the guests to have a good time!”

“Forget them, Blossom—it’s our birthday! I should be able to enjoy the day, too!”

Boomer’s heart sinks as he’s looking between the two as they argue and his voice is softer than he ever expects: “It’s your birthday today?”

Her heart stops when she remembers about his presence and how she was actively avoiding that detail and she can’t even think about a response, Blossom’s as silent as she is, and he just looks hurt that he was never told and about everything that’s already been said, “Why didn’t you tell me it’s your birthday?”

“It’s no big deal, Boomer. If I cared enough, I would’ve said something.”

“I care. The least I could’ve done is, I don’t know, made you dinner or something.”

They discuss to talk about it later since the most important thing is that Blossom wants her there for cake and they’ve refused to even light the candles without her there. They make up, there’s probably some tears, and Boomer is then invited to every party (he also probably makes a little friendship bracelet or a favorite snack as a gift that he brings to her in the midst of the night)

[rogueddie]

Professor Steve has a lovely bunch of advanced placement high school students, they're so kind and always able to create a relaxing aroma that doesn't make students who are introverts feel suffocated by the room, he would know (granted there were times with heated discussions). He's been able to take notice and see them grow. But sometimes they're just a bit too good without knowing it.

They all knew Steve and Rockstar Eddie were together, if the random rants about his husband were anything to go by along with the ring they all point out sometimes.

However the room was tense now that the news and every article was filled with rumors of Eddie Munson Caught Openly Cheating With A Mysterious Man.

They didn't know what to believe but the way Steve was so anxious and trying to play it off, they gathered the rumor was true and there was a divorce happening soon. He rambled sometimes that the big day was coming and he's bit his poor nails down to the point they were concerned he'd eat his fingers next.

So, they openly been beginning to talk about how Eddie Munson didn't know he had something good and he deserved better. Anything and everything they thought would make him feel better but he gave a forced smile and scrunch of his nose at the words and implications. His own words were stuck in his throat, the lump forming was pushing them down below as his stomach turned.

Eddie cheating was not what was happening nor was it like everyone thought.

Yes, Steve and Eddie have always been out there about their relationship and people knew they were together because of a reporter who asked about it when his band began to grow bigger. However, Eddie wasn't one to talk about his personal life with cameras shoved in his face (due to the fact he didn't like their lives to be affected by such negatively). But it wasn't the only reason, their boyfriend politely asked not to be publicized for the time being.

Argyle, oh their sweet boyfriend Argyle, didn't want it aired out, so they did as he wished with no problem. It was safe that way for Argyle because his parents always knew he was bisexual but dating two men had already swept them off their feet, he didn't need paparazzi shoving their big noses in their business. Plus, it wouldn't look good for their company image at the moment. And due to the homophobia at the time, it was safer.

And so Eddie wasn't cheating, far from it, he was just a boyfriend who can't help taking any opportunity to ravish his lovers and leave marks for days.

And Steve was nervous about a date but it was one of Argyle's parents coming over for dinner and if Steve knew anything about having old fashioned rich parents it was that everything had to be perfect. So he was losing his mind trying to make sure it was perfect.

the added tension of when the press will find out who Eddies mystery man is would only stress Steve out so much more too bc there's no way that would stay under wraps for long, the press are rabid

I can only imagine how damage control for that getting out would be bc they wouldn't being keen on actually denying or lying about that, and not just because it would essentially be them throwing him to the dirt

and it's probably something they want to openly talk about- it's not that they ever wanted it to get out but I can only imagine how excited Eddie would be to finally get to talk about how lucky he is to have two amazing guys in his life who love him just as much

but, Gods, the horror show that would cause at dinner. his parents would be born in, what, the 50s latest? yikes my guy

although it would be hilarious if the dinner went perfectly and Argyles parents even jokes about him being his boyfriends mystery man or something because they've had time to adjust to it, mostly thanks to Steve (everyones mom loves Steve)

but also

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[chasing-chimeras]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

Tagged by: @mmoosen @ksbbb @neoghoulukaku @wolfboy88 and @moths-in-hats (ily all, tysm for thinking of me 🖤)

1. Were you named after anyone? a dog 🙃

2. When was the last time you cried? earlier this week actually, bc my bf was being a dick 😶 (he has fully and entirely made up for it and has been behaving decidedly un-dickish, which is a struggle for him and i appreciate the effort)

3. Do you have kids? no

4. What sports do you play/have played? none rn, but football (the american kind unfortunately), and i took a few karate classes as a kid but that's it

5. Do you use sarcasm? the normal amount, i think

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? i want to say smile but in reality i feel like i don't actually notice anything beyond general vibes until i meet someone a second time

7. What's your eye color? 🧿👄🧿

8. Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings :)

9. Any talents? nothing i can think

10. Where were you born? the us

11. What are your hobbies? mostly writing and video games (guys i haven't started bg3 bc i know there's no coming back and this semester is so busy for me 😩)

12. Do you have any pets? a dog 🥰

13. How tall are you? 5'10" (my license says so anyway, i'm probably 5'9" but i refuse to give up that extra inch. also i've recently learned that most of you are tiny and it's adorable)

14. Favorite subject in school? history

15. Dream job? history/rel studies/theology professor (but the dream of tenure is now less likely than societal collapse, so maybe like smalltime wasteland warlord or something respectable)

no pressure tags: @dinkelmehl @theoceanismyinkwell @missing-thiam @outcastpack @stitchkiss @de-constructmybones @transdunbar @sydney-winchester @unspokenstydia @waterloou @metagalacticx @theostarion @raekensarcher @wstelndfhey @lilmisspalatine @godofstupidsentences @pottersfieldcustodian @dunbarogers @sequinedmonkey @happyviolet @himbo-aficionado @attempted--eloquence

[youcanseethecosmos]

I know your actor au centers on dream and hob but can you give us some destiny or delirium tidbits?? They are my favorite endless so slay

Of course I can give Destiny and Delirium tidbits ! It would be my pleasure. Keep in mind tho I'm still in the process of reading the rest of the comics (I have never been a comic reader unfortunately so it's very... slow) but since this is an AU it doesn't matter much.

Destiny

The eldest of The Endless siblings, he's already well established in the industry before Dream was even born.

I mentioned that he was about ten years older than Death. In the timeline I've created of their birth order – he's 12 years older than Dream. His age gap with Delirium is a whole 18 years.

Basically the third parent (the curse of the eldest) but he's not very close with his siblings due to the huge age gap. But he loves them all dearly and does his best to be there for them whenever they ask.

His first role was for a recurring baby food commercial. His first true acting role was him playing the young version of his father in a short film. He was 5 at the time.

Very bad eyesight. Legally blind essentially (see what i did there badum tss)

By the time Dream got his breakout role (as an adult and not a child actor), Destiny was already working on his final film as an actor. He got into directing not long after that.

He teaches Intro to Film Production at Hob's university. It's mostly freshmen. And juniors who want an interesting elective (and curious professors like Hob)

Before professionally directing, he was actually the assistant director in the production of Into The Woods that all the Endless siblings were a part of.

To this day, he still calls that production his greatest masterpiece. Despite numerous accolades and critically acclaimed films, Destiny will always say Into The Woods with his siblings was his best work.

Delirium

Delirium got her first role at three years old in a long-running family sitcom, wherein she stayed in that role until the show eventually ended.

By the final season, Delirium was 15. (lowkey like Lily from Modern Family kinda situation)

Because of her regular role, she hasn't done many other projects besides that show. However, as soon as the show finished she went straight to doing theater

Infamously, she starred in a show on Broadway that only lasted for 30 days. She doesn't like talking about it.

However, the failed Broadway show is said to be the inciting event to her rebranding from Delight to Delirium (though that is not entirely true, it's a factor)

Probably the most present online than the rest of her siblings (save Desire, who constantly updates their instagram). She promotes any new project of hers with an original song

Sometimes the lyrics don't rhyme and she forgets what to sing next but everyone loves it

The only sibling who could truly get Destruction back on camera if only for a little bit. It makes the headlines every time she pleads with him to play the guitar for her

Death frequents her little youtube channel to sing on livestreams with her. Sometimes they do a mukbang if they have the time for it. Despair sometimes shows up too (only as a voice and behind the camera or hidden away bc she HATES being in front of the camera)

Delirium sometimes does 24 hour livestreams for charity. No one knows how she always has so much energy to stream for 24 hours straight.

That's my little present for you <3 Thank you so much for asking about the other Endless !!

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

Can I get Ingo and Laventon for numbers 1 and 7? :D

YEAH MY GUYS (character dynamic ask game)

1. what were A’s first impressions of B? were they mostly correct or have they changed?

this is another scenario where like... i imagine laventon and ingo would have known of each other long before they met properly, but they also probably wouldn't know too much in the way of specifics. but i think their initial meeting should be VERY impactful from both sides. ingo probably knows beforehand that laventon is a professor of pokemon specifically, but he's probably still anticipating some of that reserved wariness that everyone in hisui kind of has. and like, yes laventon does have a healthy amount of fear of getting eaten alive by a butterfly, BUT. he is also legitimately very excited about his work!! i think there's an immediate click there bc the first thing ingo notes, before anything else, is that lav is genuinely passionate about his research, and pokemon in general, and the fact that someone cares enough to study and understand them, to put all this work into a 'dex, and also importantly go against the prevailing culture to try and encourage catching and partnering with them, that's huge in ingo's eyes.

conversely on laventon's side, before that point ingo would probably have just been A Warden. one of the ten figures in hisui who commands the most amount of respect just below the leaders. who also tend to be variably sort of wary of jubilife and the galaxy team, conceptually. like, to most of the ones lav has interacted with thus far, their leaders approved this whole thing, but that doesn't mean they have to be super excited about it. and much like ingo's own first impressions, lav is in no way prepared for how not just accepting but genuinely passionate he is about like... every single one of the Weird Things the survey/security corps does that everyone else is so uncertain about. pokeballs? great! fantastic! so useful! catching pokemon to research them? naturally! let him know if you need any help with the more difficult-to-wrangle ones! using pokemon for help with assorted other tasks? finally someone else sees the obvious benefits! battling? FUCK YEAAAAH (ingo does not say fuck yeah but he is clearly spiritually thinking it.) lav is overall like, very pleasantly surprised. to put it mildly. also he clearly knows his shit! lav could and will pick his brains about highlands pokemon for hours.

relatedly irida will just tell you to your face about ingo's showing up out of nowhere, but fsr i am so drawn to scenarios where most/all of the galaxy team is sort of unaware of that whole situation in the beginning. like, maybe the pearl clan intentionally doesn't mention it bc it would be awkward, or maybe it just accidentally never comes up. regardless, i think that does make for a really interesting interaction btwn ingo and the galaxy captains bc like... to them he's just a pearl clan warden. no miscellaneous qualifiers or w/e. it's not something he gets very often. it's... kind of nice? meanwhile lav would gradually pick up that ingo is somehow not exactly a Normal pearl warden but would hold off on asking bc that would be Rude. this is actually the subject of a whole oneshot i may or may not get around to finishing

7. are there any habits, mannerisms, practices etc. A does because of B? anything they do because they saw B doing it, or got advice from them about it, or something rubbed off on them? alternately, are there any little things B does that annoy them?

oh these guys are swapping advice and tips and stuff constantly i think. ingo tells lav about a strategy to calm and handle a gligar so he can get data on it easier. lav tells him abt some unique bio to roserade that makes dealing with them much more predictable. lav gets to hear about clefairy migration patterns. ingo gets to learn how to craft pokeballs. ingo tells lav about how you can safely use hypnosis as a sleep aid and lav goes "what in the actual fuck are you saying. wait. let me try"

in terms of specific habits though... idk! lav is not a super big battler but i could see him picking up some of ingo's specific gestural style if it ever does come up. ingo might also start taking more notes in general, now that he's aware of what material data on pokemon is actually useful. which i think would sort of naturally transition to him keeping a diary/journal, if he doesn't already do that, or a more detailed one if he does. every successive highlands warden adds something to the home they share across time and ingo's is stacks and stacks of books and loose paper dude why

[zannolin]

🥺🤡🎢🎶🌞👀

<3 <3 ur the best liv

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

mm reassurances that they're not going anywhere (i guess the it's rotten work/not to me moment, you know) and also any kind of grounding touches. and talking about how you're different, and they're different, and whatever is between you is different too, but maybe that's a good thing. or maybe we can make it a good thing. clenches fist. i'm fine.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

well i've already shared this one with you but i'll share it with the general followers as well:

The most entertainment Jason gets when they’re walking is Ferrin reading off the billboards every few miles, which is—well, it’s interesting, to say the least. (“Who is Jesus,” Ferrin asks back in Iowa, gesturing to a faded billboard across the highway, legible but still a long way off, “and who exactly is he saving?” Jason rubs his temples and sighs. He has a feeling this is going to be a long, long trip.)

and frankly i was giggling my way through ALL of when life gives you lemons.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

probably somewhere in my memory bc that one just went off the goddamn rails. maybe the rails were never there to begin with. who knows? but also three's a crowd too bc like. can a 15.5k national treasure polycule fic be anything BUT a wild ride?

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

mostly answered here but lately in addition to what i said there, i've had "joy" by george winston on a lot, and i've been listening to "re-do" by philip labes thinking about band aus.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

mornings actually. there's been a few fics i wrote this year where i was SO excited to work on them i woke up at like five or six in the morning and started writing. i usually end up having to write in the afternoons or evenings though because you know. work. school. being an adult. bleck.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

[slamming and banging around in my wip folder] okay so. it's all uh. it's all brandon mull at the moment. minus finishing split ends anyway. but in my head i am ann patchetting a post-canon mona lisa smile giselle/betty fic involving all my art history knowledge i retained from freshman year (this is not what my professor meant for me to do with my jackson pollock knowledge) and some boobs probably. (i know. so unlike me.) i am also going to go completely bonkers balls to the wall unhinged about warren and kendra's protector-friend dynamic in fablehaven and something about big brothers patching up scraped knees and having no idea how to fix the fact that you're a kid who keeps watching people around you die. mmm. need a title for that one but it's COMING.

send fic asks!

[pansyfemme]

Talk. Abt ur ocs . Just anything uv been wanting 2 talk abt.

srry for not responding until 3am i just had to wait until my brain was broken enough to just do my nightly way too long tumblr rant. anyway good timing bc i just spent too long finally drawing all of kidd’s siblings and their partners despite me having the ideas for all of their designs in my head crystal clear for forever and never doing shit abt it until now. techincally this isnt all of kidd’s family, he has a neice and a nephew and his parents ofc but we’ll call it finished for now

quick overview on kidd’s family. He was born in chicago to a young couple who were absolutly not prepared for a baby, and while he keeps in contact with his birth parents and has a good relationships with them, he was adopted by a family friend of theirs and her husband, his parents. He grew up in brattleboro, vermont, which is like. a tiny artsy city. and was homeschooled for most of his childhood. With the exception of his sister, Pauline, who was 15 when he was born, all of his siblings were already moved out by the time he was born. His older brother, Zachary, was already 25, and his sisters Daphne and Mari were 22. Needless to say, his growing up was slightly unconventional. He’s close with all of his siblings, but no one was really planning his adoption, it came up suddenly, so he didn’t really grow up with a typical sibling relationship with any of them. They do, however, all adore him and everything he does and are bascially his support system forever.

Starting with upper corner left, Daphne is one half of the twins. Her and Mari are the only siblings that share both biological parents. She’s the only single sibling, and isn’t really looking for a boyfriend atm. She’d like to eventually get married some day, but she’s taking her time with it. She works in education, a principal of a local alternative school. She still lives in vermont.

In the upper right corner, Mari is the other half of the twins. She’s probably my fave sibling after kidd, i adore her. she’s super motherly, and works as an art history professor at a university in mass. Her wife, clementine, and her met in highschool and have been together over 20 years. Clementine is a trans woman and has only been out for a few years at this point, so she’s still settling into it. Mari, who never viewed herself as queer before clem came out, has settled pretty easily into it, and couldnt be prouder. They have two kids together, who are elementary school aged.

moving downwards, Zachary is the oldest sibling. He shares the same bio father as mari and Daphne, a child of a previous marriage before their parents got together. He’s continously in academia, going back to school as often as possible, and works as a philosophy professor. His partner, Paolo, and him have been together for quite some time, and he is almost constantly worried about the rest of his siblings, kidd in particular. When kidd first came out as trans, he in fact, relocated to be closer because of how much he stresses out about his safety. He’s a good guy, but gets very nervous very fast.

next, Pauline, or Paul, is the second youngest sibling, and is also adopted. Her mother was also a close friend of the family, and after she was injured severly, pauline came to live with the main family as a small child. She’s very positive, and is a novelist, mostly writing ‘cozy mysteries’ and other paperbacks. Her fiance, Koda, is a trans man, and she actually met him when trying to find trans resources in the community when kidd first came out. She’s currently pregnant with their first kid.

obv, Kidd is the youngest. he’s hyperaware of his status of the babiest of baby siblings, and doesnt mind it. He’s always a bit behind, but he cares a lot about the rest of his family. While you couldnt pay him to live in vermont again, he does love a lot about his upbringing.

thank uuuu btw for indulging meeee

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Hi Matthew!! I hope you had a good day, if not, I wish you have a good week!! 🌿

Random and cliche question (only if you don't mind answering!). As someone who achieved great results in academics and finished uni, do you have any advice or messages you can give to someone who started uni this year? (and, ngl, is failing a bit)?

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hi anon, I hope you manage to see this! I’ll put it under the cut

I think you’re giving me far too much credit on academics! I mostly just quietly did my work then fucked off every weekend but I rlly wanted to start this off by saying that it’s okay to fail. It’s stressful for sure, it can really lower your morale, but a fail doesn’t and will never define you. It’s not the end of the world, you won’t suddenly collapse and die (even if it feels like it in the moment), and you can always try again. I actually had some professors say that they failed some classes when they started, my own therapist said that she failed a damn intro to psychology class too. It happens to people you admire, it doesn’t mean that they stopped trying tho or that it defined the rest of their career or life after college.

Your life doesn’t begin and end with college either, it sure as hell seems like it but I remember seeing a talk by rlly successful women who were asked if their grades mattered outside of college and all of them said no. you should always try to do your best! But it’s also okay to acknowledge that trying to seek perfection will do more harm than good.

Aiming for improvement is always the best thing to do in anything tho and you already made the hardest step by reaching out, even if it was through an anon ask. The first thing I’d probably do is see if your professors or TAs have office hours so they can go over your work with you if you’re having problems with a concept, walk-ins are usually fine but sometimes professors are busy so see if you can arrange an appointment if that happens.

if you have a question during class, ASK IT. Don’t be nervous, don’t let yourself be scared of something that will last a minute. Professors have seen and taught a lot more classes and answered countless questions, they’re there to help you and there’s absolutely no harm in asking what you may think is obvious. It also helps them remember you and it’s rlly nice to have that connection.

And please be social. Please look to your left and right, see who’s sitting there, and ask them what they thought of the homework. Forming a study group is hard if you don’t know anyone but finding a friend in a classroom is soooooo beneficial, being able to ask someone for help on something you’re not sure on saved my life more than once. Most people are a lil shy or quiet but I found it easier to start a convo after saying hello or asking a question about the class.

I always felt that the first tests of the semester are always the hardest bc you never know information that the professor is looking for but once you get a handle of what they want, it becomes much easier because then you know how and what material to study. I never really had a study method so I can���t give tips on that, but don’t color code your notes too much if it’ll distract you from what’s actually being written. No one listens to this advice but also try not to cram a day before an exam, starting your study guide even just 3 days beforehand will save your life when you’re stressed out and trying not to panic.

Some anxiety is good! It motivates us to start studying and get a good grade, but even if it’s easier to say than to put into practice, try not to let it consume you.

Also join a club and unwind a bit, you can meet new people. I found that my internship was a good way to take my mind off classes too, please look for some during holidays breaks! They’re very helpful and look good on resumes but it’s mostly a thing for the future. let yourself be more confident in your classes before worrying about that.

Good luck, anon! I hope what I have to say is beneficial, if you have any specific questions please let me know but there’s lots of resources available for you! Tutoring, office hours, other students, etc.

You never have to rely on just yourself, remember making mistakes is a part of learning. Please take it easy and let me know how it goes!

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