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erisenyo · 3 months

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @ofherlionheart, thank you!!

1. how many works do you have on Ao3? 36?! When did that happen...

2. what's your total Ao3 word count? 1,612,719, and now I'm eyeing the shibari fic and my written WIP where chapter 4 of 6 is going to be 60+ word document pages all on its own...

3. what fandoms do you write for? ATLA! Though I'm starting to eye The Radian Emperor too, if I can figure out the writing style

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

1. Love is in the Hair 2. These Things Written 3. These Things Known 4. These Things Unsaid (lol the middle of the series having the least kudos of the three, middle book syndrome strikes) 5. Lessons in Proper Asset Management

5. do you respond to comments? I do! I do my best to reply to all of them, I love hearing people's thoughts and chatting about the fic or the characters or canon. Though I am currently egregious behind after the holidays, doing my best to catch up...

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't know that I do angsty *endings* versus just highly emotional situations that end in (hopefully) satisfying ways? To Cleave These Roots We've Made is probably my angstiest run into an ending, and Of Tea and Turtle Ducks (and the Turtle Duck Guy) just had a very high-emotion end. I don't know, what do you guys think? I don't always have a good read on the tone of my own fics lol

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Ohhh this is tough, maybe To Be Named, To Be Known (To Be Loved) or (With Wonder and Care) Reach for Far-flung Dreams, in part because the endings are just a culmination of a lot of like warm feelings? Or Didn't Know What I Was Missing (But I Guess I Found It) because we were all so happy the three of them finally talked lol?

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really, though Katara in Burning Bright has been fairly polarizing. It's not hate but it's also like...not happy haha

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh, do I ever! And...all the kinds (m/m, f/m/ poly, f/f incoming)? Full on, graphic, self-recognition-through-the-boner character-developing smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I don't!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? oh man I hope not. I don't even know how I'd find out, unless someone told me

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! Into Russian!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, though I got close with certain installments in the Zukki series with the way Ash helped me outline haha. I wouldn't be opposed to it, but it feels more like long-form roleplay when I imagine it.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? This is a hard question! Because there's stuff I read fic for and stuff I write and then stuff I've like, read and gently rotated in my head for the rest of my life. But to make it easy--Zukka haha

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I tend not to let myself have too many simultaneous WIPs, and I don't really break my rule about finishing a work before starting to post, so no, looking at the current set. There's ideas I'd like to write that I'm not sure I will, but nothing started.

16. What are your writing strengths? I'd say dialogue, characterization, and building narrative tension and momentum

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Fight scenes lol. I don't know why they're so much harder than smut scenes, they should be the same, except smut is like intensely close and intimate and full of sensation and emotions and fight scenes have to be go-go-go but still full of sensation and emotions just different ones haha

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've never tried! It seems like it would be difficult, me knowing only the one (and Latin, that doesn't count haha) and so much of the fun of language being in the wordplay and clever turns of phrase and the world of difference between someone saying "father" or "dad"

19. First fandom you wrote for? ATLA! I wrote some original fiction back in the day, but fandom-wise ATLA is my first go

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? So cruel to make me choose! I am a little bit in love with everything I post. And I will cheat by saying either To Open Every Door to Night, To Meet Each Rising Sun or Just Let My Love Adorn You (You Gotta Know that I Adore You) right now, I'm so pleased with how they both came out, and they were so much fun to write. Both really came together so well from what I initially imagined.

tagging @queendollophead-ao3 @lizardlicks @ranilla-bean and anyone else who wants to play! I'd love to see your answers

#tag games #fic writing #if we take Burning Bright as one fic for Q4 then Part-Time Plumber and Oh the way your makeup stains are the next highest by kudos #Also asking me to pick a favorite is so cruel I love all my creations so much and for such different reasons

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moon-thething · 1 year

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Hello! Welcome to my blog :)

As you can see I am a cringe writer that has nothing else to do but write. So.. I guess when my requests are open you can send in one

But anyway, what I wanted to do with this post is address some ground rules. So, let's get started

Requests: open/closed

♡︎ You are allowed to leave any type of criticism. English is not my first language so there probably will be a lot of spelling mistakes, you may leave a comment to correct me :) just please be nice about it

♥︎ Smut is allowed. Yes, smut is allowed here, but please do keep in mind that I won't be doing really explicit things + I won't be doing any disgusting kinks. You can ask if I'm comfortable with certain things before sending in requests, tht would be greatly appreciated :) (if you are sending in a request please leave in if the reader is afab or amab)

♡︎ Fluff is of course allowed. If you are to leave a fluff request you can suggest any type of love language :)

♥︎ Please thoroughly explain your request. What I mean by this rule is: please don't just say short sentences such as: character x chubby reader. Unless you would like to get headcanons, but if you'd like a oneshot I'd appreciate if you explain your request properly, since I have trouble making up scenarios for oneshot's half of the time

♡︎ Angst is allowed. You can send in any sad type of request. But I do warn you that I'm pretty bad at writing sad scenarios, so request at your own risk

♥︎ Yandere stuff isn't allowed. Yandere characters aren't allowed for many reasons, one of them being it makes me extremely uncomfortable at the topic of yandere stuff

♡︎ All types of readers are allowed. Either it be a male reader, female reader or a reader thats a certain race you can request it :)

♥︎ Shipping is not allowed. It's not that I don't like shipping characters together, it's that some ships can be kind of... weird, so to prevent that from happening I'm not allowing ship requests (unless it's character x reader)

♡︎ Platonic requests are allowed. You can request any type of platonic scenario, maybe a father/mother/parent character x child reader, or just platonic friendship with your comfort character :)

♥︎ Polyamory requests are not allowed. This isn't hate towards the poly community, it's difficult for me to write multiple people in a romantic relationship

♡︎ I will try to write at least 2 to 3 requests a day. This isn't technically a rule but I just wanted to let all of you know, since I can easily get overwhelmed if there are too many requests in my inbox and quickly lose motivation, so please be patient if you send in a request

♥︎ I will be deleting requests that cross any boundaries or if they are sent in when my requests are closed. Again, technically not a rule but just wanted to point that out

♡︎ Named anons are allowed. I don't know how they're called, emoji anons? Either way if you are a named an in just know that I absolutely adore you

♥︎ Multifandom requests are allowed. Yes, you can request maximum of 2 fandom's in to a scenario or HC request, just as long as it isn't too dramatic or too complicated

Okay, those are all if the rules. And as to not bother you to go to my page to see what fandom's I write for, I will be writing them in this post :)

South Park

Now, to get things straight. If you are to request Kyle, Butters or any other child character I will be aging them up to 16 or up, since it's weird for me to write for literal 9 year olds

Steven Universe

Even though I'm not that in to the fandom, and I am ashamed to say that the only form of episodes I have watched were the little videos from TikTok, I will take any request

Stranger things

I am proud to say that I have watched all of the episodes, so if you requests anything specific I probably will be able to understand it :)

Spooky month

I just absolutely adore skid and pump. Also the Hatzgang!!!! Love them to bits

The owl house

Love all of the characters displayed on the show tbh. Just how they're able to get every character to act differently is just amazing to me. My younger self could never

That is all for now, if I do get any requests I will try to make a masterlist. I will repeat, try

But yeah, I will maybe add more fandom's and or rules in the future but for now, stay safe and make sure to take good care of yourself :)

#welcome #south park x reader #south park #the owl house #toh x reader #rules #blog rules #spooky month #spooky month x reader #hatzgang #hatzgang x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #steven universe #steven universe x reader #multifandom #multifandom x reader

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savagecuhnt · 2 years

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✤: Favorite kind of food.

☑: An OTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).

☒: A NOTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).

☁: Favorite part of RPing.

▶: A talent of the Mun’s (besides RPing, of course!)

✤: Favorite kind of food. hmm, mashed potatoes and gravy and maybe like a good beef roast? or chicken and dumplings. it really depends on the mood lol

☑: An OTP with your Muse in it (if you have any). Rose has had a lot of ships over the years she's been here on tumblr. 4 were planned out by @gurlrot's mun and I. Her main for the longest was Her and a werewolf named Tyler Whitlock. At the time, he was her soulmate. A punk bad boy looking for a job at her coffee shop, walks in on her killing a man in the park and the rest was history. Resulting in a crazy poly pack of psycho misfit lovers. However, one of those ships was also with Aiden Grey, with a more intimate back story connecting to Rose's. An ex lover from her past. someone who knew her in childhood, grew up with her and watched her transform into who she would become. After all these years (like 8 years in the making), and loss of muse for our ships, Aiden has always come back. even while in a poly pack ship, he still loved her enough to share, as long as he still had her in his life...and at this point Aiden and Rose will always love each other, and i see it as a forever OTP. (I legit got a tattoo for Aiden next to my tattoo for Rose lol)

☒: A NOTP with your Muse in it (if you have any) I love ships for Rose, and at times it's a little difficult to stick to a ship...not sure if I'd label any of them as an NOTP though. so maybe no NOTPs???

☁: Favorite part of RPing. oh god where do i start? I have so many! I love writing, so i guess one of my FAVORITE parts is getting to explore and write certain scenes and scenarios. I love writing fast paced action (don't get to do it too often.) car chases, detailed fight scenes...I also love when there's real chemistry with muses without planning it. Like you throw them into some random scenario and BOOM, they just mash so well and you haven't even spoken to a mun, it just flows so perfectly. I love that!... another favorite of mine is being able to stay true to my muse. being able to write with someone else and just be able to keep to the real elements of who Rose is without forcing to change her to fit the thread better. I like that shit. favorite shit.

▶: A talent of the Mun’s (besides RPing, of course!) uhhh, I can draw kinda. I'm a professional body piercer, so I'm good at stabbing people hahaha. I have patience of steel, I count that as a talent.

#✖║𝕾𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖍𝖓𝖙║✖ ⛧ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕝𝕪𝕟 ⛧: 𝙰𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 #thank you for these <3

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elysiadjarin · 3 years

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Sword and Shield

Part 1: https://elysiadjarin.tumblr.com/post/652827986465275904/sword-and-shield

Tags: Bad Batch x reader (you), fem!coded, poly!relationship, multi-part series, nonhuman!reader, Echo later on.

Warnings: Only some mentions of war, otherwise have at it!

2: Familiarity

You took in a deep breath, then slipped off your bag and set it down on the ground. Turning, you looked pleadingly to Rex, who decided to help you out behind his hidden smirk.

He held out his hand to you. “Permission to Transfer?” he asked the initial question to begin the Transference.

You took his hand readily. “Transfer Granted,” you said quietly, feeling that familiar tightness in your gut as the process began.

“Blaster,” Rex’s voice became a sharp command.

Almost without thinking, used to the process, you allowed the sensation of your cells shifting to complete their movement. With an odd sort of sucking sensation, you closed your eyes and Transferred.

Startled noises made you open your eyes to note your point of view from right above the blaster now held in Rex’s hand. The Transference had been completed successfully. Rex spun the blaster, using the Bond you’d forged between you and him to request a switch of weapons. You morphed the weapon in his hands into an IWS, hefting it in his hands. Another request as he swung his arm behind him, feet shifting in practiced movements to reveal that you’d Shifted into a giant scythe. One more request, and Rex straightened to hold out a Vibro-shiv in his hand.

“Hence why she’s called Shiv,” Rex remarked somewhat dryly, flipping the shiv in his hands.

You let a silhouette of your head, shoulders, arms, and torso materialize over Rex’s shoulder. It was a method of easy communication with others and a way to reveal your presence a little more visibly than just through a mental Bond with a Handler.

Rex nodded at you. “Bond Dissolution,” he said, allowing you to begin the Dissolution of the Transference. He tossed the Shiv, allowing your body to replace the weapon before it even hit the floor.

You shook your head a little to reorient yourself. Reaching down, you picked your bag back up. “I’ve been working with Commander Rex and the 501st for a while, but it’s a bit difficult to work with a large force and manage being passed from one person to another. Being a living weapon requires not only an intimidate knowledge of the weapons themselves but also a close working relationship with a tight-knit group in order to cater to their own individual strengths and preferences,” you explained, reaching up to rub your eye briefly. Your vision always felt a bit... off, after a Transference.

“She’s been stretched thin trying to understand and learn the fighting patterns and preferences of the entire 501st, and limiting her usage to just a few isn’t exactly the best scenario for an entire squadron’s unity,” Rex said, picking up your thread. “I thought putting her in an already-established, smaller, special-forces group would perhaps be best for increasing her effectiveness and bringing her to her best. It’s a commitment, but I’d appreciate it if you gave it a try.”

“Whoa, that’s super cool!” The large one bellowed, giving you an exhilarated grin.

A little startled, you gave him a shy smile. “Th-thanks.”

The others seemed to glance at each other almost in a non-verbal conversation, but seemed to come to a pretty swift agreement. The tattooed one turned to Rex.

“Since you’re recommending it, Commander, I suppose we’ll give it a go. Our next mission has been assigned tomorrow morning, so if she decides to join, she’ll have to probably move into the ship tonight.” He glanced at you.

Rex nodded. “Thank you for giving it a try. What do you think, Shiv?” He turned to you.

You nodded. “Of course, Commander,” you murmured, stomach flipping a little. After so long, it was actually happening. You were going to be transferred to a special ops group.

Rex nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Go and pack your things, Shiv. I’ll get the transfer settled and let the General know.”

You nodded, then turned to the group. “Um, should I just come back here? It shouldn’t take me long to pack,” you asked timidly.

The leader nodded at you. “We’ll be right here. I’m Sergeant Hunter, if you need to ask for me.”

“Oh, right! Name’s Wrecker!” The burly guy said with a wave.

You had to smile, waving back.

“I’m Tech,” the one with glasses introduced, adjusting his goggles.

“Crosshair,” the white-haired one grunted, seemingly disinterested in the whole affair. Though, he did glance at you.

“Thank you. I’ll be back,” you promised, looking to Rex.

He dismissed you with a nod, and you headed back to your bunk.

Sinking down onto the bunk, you stared down at your trembling fingers. You hadn’t even realized how nervous you’d really been until it was all said and done. Shaking your head, you dropped your head into your hands and tried to work through the muck of feelings that stuck in your chest.

You were... scared. Excited. Apprehensive. Curious. Nervous. Glad. Sad.

“Yo Shiv- hey, what’s wrong?”

You started, looking up to see Fives and Kix approaching your bunk. You gave them a bit of a sad smile, looking down at your hands now clasped in your lap.

“It’s... it’s finally happened,” you whispered, trying to wrap your own mind around it.

“Happened? Wha-“ Kix paused, eyes widening. “Wait, are you getting transferred?”

You nodded shakily. “Y-yeah.”

Fives slung his arm around your shoulders. “Well. Congrats, Shivvie!” he tried to cheer, but it came out a bit sadly.

You smiled up at both of them. “I’m gonna miss you guys, you know,” you said with a light laugh.

Kix sighed. “We’re gonna miss you too, Shiv. But I’m guessing that since this opportunity is one that you’re taking, so it must be good, right?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah... yeah, it’s... it’s a good one,” you admitted. “I’m- I’m joining Clone Force 99.”

“Whoa,” Fives blurted. “You’re joining the Bad Batch? That’s great for you, Shiv! I heard they’re weird but pretty good at what they do,” he said, clearly impressed. “I mean, Commander Rex helped create that force.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I...” Still, you had to let your shoulders slump a little. “I... I hope it goes well.”

“You’re gonna knock em dead, Shiv,” Kix encouraged, patting your shoulder. “We’re gonna miss you, but you have our commlinks. Come and get drinks with us at the 79s whenever you stop by for a break or something.”

You nodded, smiling up at both of them. You’d miss their company, no matter what happened. Kix and Fives had really been your pillars of support throughout your time with the 501st, and you’d really supported each other through... well, the Battle of Lola Sayu.

With a sigh, you looked around. “I have to pack. I have to get to the ship by tonight.”

“We’ll help you out,” Fives offered immediately, standing.

You shook your head at him. “Thanks, but... you mind just telling the others I’d like to say bye? If they’re around? I kinda... I need some headspace,” you admitted.

Kix nodded, grabbing Fives’ arm to keep him from protesting. “Got it, Shiv. We’ll send ‘em over. Good luck!”

You waved, biting back tears as you tried to smile.

New beginnings, after all, usually meant leaving something behind.

Taking a breath, you headed into Hangar Bay Six again. You’d said goodbye to the rest of the 501st, promising to keep in touch when possible and wishing them the best of luck. They’d been sad to see you go, but they’d all been encouraging and hopeful.

After all, you reflected, they were the ones who knew the difficulties you all faced working together. They’d seen how thin you’d been spread trying to accommodate and learn to work intimately with all of them.

Walking up to the Havoc Marauder, you headed up the ramp with your bags. “Hello?” you called uncertainly at the mouth of the ship, not wanting to just barge in.

Hunter rounded the corner, nodding to you. “Welcome aboard. Your quarters are just down here,” he said, heading down the corridor.

You followed him, glancing around at the ship in order to get familiar with the layout. It was a pretty standard ship by all accounts, so you figured you wouldn’t find it too hard to learn where things were. You followed as he ducked into a room, the door sliding open.

The room itself wasn’t too bad, a bit small but that was to be expected. In all honesty, you wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d asked you to share quarters, so it slightly surprised you that they gave you your own personal quarter. A small fresher was tucked into the corner, though it only had a sink and a toilet.

“The showers are down the hall, they’re shared.” Hunter jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

You just smiled, setting your bags down on the bunk. “Thank you. I honestly kinda expected having to share quarters. This is really nice,” you said honestly.

He blinked at you. “You shared bunks with the 501st?”

You tilted your head. “Yeah?”

He shook his head, but didn’t say anything else. “Feel free to get comfortable. You can look around the ship and get used to it whenever you want. The galley is on the other side of the ship, and everyone’s quarters are on this side.”

You nodded, belatedly realizing that he didn’t even stop to see your reaction before ducking back through the door and walking off. With a glance around, you decided to unpack. This would be your home for a while, after all. Might as well make the best of it.

After looking around the ship and getting familiar with it, you found yourself wandering into what seemed to be a common, shared space. You’d taken your mug to the galley and made some caf, stowing away some of your own tea paraphernalia in an empty shelf out of the way.

Tech sat in the room, going through datapads in his own corner. He looked up, observing you through his goggles with a blink.

You gave him a hesitant smile. “Um, do you mind if I sit?”

He blinked, then nodded. “Oh, sure. Anyone can come in here, it’s a common room,” he said, motioning to the seats that were scattered around. “Oh, uh... Hunter said to give you the rundown, by the way.”

You crossed the room, sitting in a chair close to him. “Rundown?” you asked, setting your mug down.

He handed you a datapad. “This is the data I’ve gathered and compiled about Force 99. I thought it might be useful to you since you said you need to work closely with a group, and I’ve been meaning to create a profile for a while now anyway so it was a good excuse,” he seemed to be babbling a bit, reaching up to adjust his goggles and avoiding direct eye contact with you.

You glanced down at the display screen to see Hunter’s name at the top, a chunk of material following it.

Tech was still rambling on, fiddling with another datapad. “I mean, I know we’re also supposed to get to know you, but I guessed that letting you know about all of our desired mutations and details about our weapons preferences might be a good way to start, you know? Since you also said you’re a weapons expert, I mean. I added some footage of our missions as well for reference and all, since I tend to record most of them.”

You smiled, deciding to cut in and stop his nervous rambling. “Thank you so much, Tech. Oh, is it okay if I call you that?”

He blinked, looking at you briefly. “Oh, sure. I mean, it’s my name. Uh, what should I-?”

You laughed a little, tucking your feet up onto the chair. “You can either call me (Name) or Shiv, I like and answer to both.” You pulled out your own datapad. “Do you mind if I transfer this data to my own pad? That way I can make notes without stealing yours.”

He nodded. “Oh, sure, of course. The information was compiled for you, anyway.”

“Thank you, Tech,” you said again, touched that he’d gone that far. “I appreciate it, a lot. It’ll really help me try to integrate myself in the best way.” You gave him a smile.

He hesitantly nodded, taking back the datapad from you after you’d finished transferring the files.

You quickly lost yourself in the wealth of information, making notes and highlighting some key characteristics that you noted in the files. Tech had really done an immaculate job, considering that you’d been an unexpected arrival and addition to the group. As you continued learning more about the group, you began to understand why they were nicknamed the “Bad Batch” by the others. It barely irked you, though you knew that the premise of the whole name was rather... derogatory.

You’d already been treated much like a clone for most of your life, anyway. You’d been born a weapon, a tool, nothing but cannon fodder ever since this war had even started. Here you were, at twenty-something years old, and all you remembered was a life of surviving, living, fighting, and forcing yourself to be a tool.

The clones had welcomed you in, had given you a sense of camaraderie, understanding, and family. You’d found a sense of purpose despite your status as an outcast. And the more you read about the Bad Batch, the more you found yourself understanding why Rex might have specifically considered this particular group to assign you to.

You completely lost track of time, going over the information and committing it to memory, taking time to make meticulous notes about their weaponry. You only stopped once you’d gone through the written information, turning to Tech.

“Excuse me, Tech.”

Starting, he looked up at you owlishly as though he’d forgotten you even existed in the same room. “Oh- y-yes?”

“Is there a holodeck I can link to? So I can get a closer analysis of the footage?” you asked, motioning to the datapad.

“Oh, right!” He shuffled over to the other side of the room, grabbed a holoscreen, and handed it over. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” You gave him a fleeting smile, then hooked up the datapad to the holoscreen display. Putting the footage on complete mute, you began to scrutinize it frame by frame, expanding some scenes and rotating the screens to get a different vantage point. You did notice that sometimes it was harder to catch Crosshair’s movements since he was, after all, a sniper, but you did manage to isolate quite a few moments of his meticulous shots and get a bead on his location and vantage points.

You were so immersed in examining the footage, highlighting reels, and going through your well-versed motions that the feeling of someone tapping your shoulder well and truly took you off-guard. You instantly froze, eyes narrowing as your awareness instantly honed in on your surroundings. It only took half a second to recall where exactly you were, and you shook yourself with a sharp inhale.

You turned to the person who had tapped you. “Sorry-“

Hunter observed you with a piercing look. “Why did you freeze?” He demanded.

You blinked, mouth opening, scrambling for an answer. “Um- I lost track of my surroundings and had to regroup myself, Sergeant,” you found yourself answering almost mechanically, the tone of his voice forcing an answer from your conditioned mind.

“Why would you freeze? Why wouldn’t you immediately react in order to assess a threat?” Hunter asked ruthlessly, crossing his arms.

The question felt oddly familiar. It didn’t take much for you to find an answer. “As a weapon, sir, my first reactions are necessarily different from most other people,” you said quietly, heart pounding in your chest. It didn’t help that you now knew that his enhanced senses most likely heard it. “If I were to immediately react, I would end up thoughtlessly killing the person or object that had surprised me.” You swallowed, looking down at your feet. “I learned my mistakes the hard way, by completely destroying everything and everyone within five meters of me.”

A silence fell in the room, while you ruthlessly tried to push away the memories that loomed at the edge of your mind.

Hunter finally spoke. “Understood.” He cleared his throat. “I... apologize.”

You looked up, eyes widening. “N-no need to apologize, Sergeant. You should know, especially since I-I’m supposed to be working with you.”

He nodded, then glanced behind you at the frozen footage. “I see that Tech has given you the files he compiled.”

You started, then turned around and scooped up the datapad. “Yes sir, I’ve been going over the information and trying to compile all the necessary information I can before the- the mission tomorrow,” you explained hurriedly.

He nodded. “I appreciate the dedication. You’ve been here for four chrons. You might want to get some food.”

You stared down at the clock on the datapad, realizing that it really had been hours since you started. Reaching up, you dragged a hand through your hair a little ruefully.

“Thank you.” You gave Hunter a sheepish smile. “I probably should. I tend to... get lost in my work.”

He nodded, then wordlessly stepped back out of the room.

Tech glanced at you, still working on his own stuff.

You sighed and set down the datapad, turning to Tech. “I should go get myself something to eat. Can I bring you something, Tech?” you offered.

He looked up at you. “Oh- that’s- I mean, you don’t have to, I-“

You just quirked him a smile. “You’ve been here the whole time, too. I’ll go get us both something to eat.” Giving him a wave, you headed out to go find the galley and something to eat.

You poked around the available ingredients in the galley before deciding on a quick but filling dish, whipping up enough for everyone. Hesitating after you finished cleaning up, you decided to at least try. Leaving two portions on the counter, you grabbed scrap paper and scribbled Crosshair’s and Wrecker’s names on them. Leaving them for the other two to find, you grabbed the other three portions and headed back to the common room.

Setting down the bowls, you handed one to Tech. “Nothing fancy, but it should go down easy,” you laughed a little.

He took it, surprise flickering over his face. “Th-thanks.”

You nodded, then grabbed another portion. “I’ll be right back.” Leaving your own bowl on the table, you went to go find Hunter. You found him in the cockpit after ten minutes of searching, making him look up as you approached the doorway.

You gave him a hesitant smile, holding out the bowl. “Um, maybe you’ve already eaten but... I made some for everyone, if you’re... hungry,” you said, trailing off and starting to second-guess yourself. What if he didn’t like that kind of food, or thought you had some sort of ulterior motive? What if-

But after staring at your for half a minute, he got up and approached, almost gingerly taking the bowl from you. “Thanks,” he said.

You nodded and skittered away, barely waiting to see his response or hear anything else. Mortified, you paused in the hallway and clapped your hands to your cheeks, shaking yourself. It was fine. You didn’t have to be thatnervous, honestly. It wasn’t like you’d done something ridiculous, just offered him some food is all. It was normal. Completely normal. Right?

You decided to return to your spot and drown your embarrassment in your research again. After all, you did have good motivation. Tomorrow morning would be your first mission.

#The bad batch #tbb #star wars #Clone wars #the clone wars #sw #my writing #x reader #crosshair #echo #tech #wrecker #hunter #the bad batch x reader #Writing #my fic #fanfic

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danikatze · 2 years

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I felt like doing a poly ship thing! Originally this was for two characters but I messed with it a little. I feel like going into the slider part and get into some head canons :3 And I feel like keeping up the habit of adding an image description, but it's long so I put it below the cut along with hcs!

[ID: a filled in shipping meme template. A box at the top says "UNDERSTAND MY SHIP IN 5 MINUTES"

Below that are three columns, each with boxes to fill character info in. From up to down: name, a picture of said character, gender, age, sexuality and height. Each picture is a portrait from the neck up, only consisting of line art, with a uniform coloured background.

From left to right:

Masa, male, 26 years old, gay demi, 180 cm. He is shown in three quarters view. He smiles and looks at something off to the side of the viewer. His background is blue.

Matsu, male, 31 years old, bi, 165 cm. His is a profile picture, he wears a soft smile. His background is green.

Yaichi, genderfluid, 24 years old, bi ace, 167 cm. Also a portrait in three quarters view. He rests his head on the palm of his right hand, and looks amused at something off to the side of the viewer. His background is a pink-ish orange.

Below that are two more columns, on the left is a collection of "sliders" so to speak, with on each end seemingly opposing statements. On each slider three dots - coloured blue, green and orange - are placed to indicate where the three characters stand on the matter.

On the right are three rows of three simplistic and identical shapes of people. Each row is labeled with a different feeling, and the silhouettes are filled in with blue, green or orange - from the ground up, to a certain level, as if to indicate how much of said feeling they contain.

The first row says "HORNY LEVEL": the first shape is blue up to just below the groin, the second green up to the ears, and the third only has orange toes.

The second row says "AWKWARDNESS LEVEL": the first shape is blue up to the ears, the second green up to the groin, and the third orange halfway up the lower legs.

The third row says "JEALOUSY LEVEL": the first shape is blue up just above the ancles, the second green up to the neck, and the third up to the knees. /End ID

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First off: I say "bi" for Yaichi, because that's the easiest label, but it's super difficult to describe what his romantic orientation is in my head. And that's mainly because of Ane-san. I guess the best description for what I saw happening between them is queerplatonic, but Yaichi was definitely a bit in love with her.

Besides that, Yaichi supresses his feelings a lot so had his childhood been a little bit less fucked up, he may actually have fallen in love with more people of all genders. So yeah I'm gonna say bi, although I still don't think that's the right word.

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Big spoon - Little spoon

Masa is almost always the big spoon because he's the biggest, but Matsu will occasionally spoon him when they're in the mood. Yaichi is always the little spoon with both Matsu and Masa.

Lends clothes - Borrows clothes

I put them all somewhere in he middle because they don't really lend or borrow each other's clothes. But Masa is most likely to lend clothes because he's big and anyone would technically be able to wear it, and Yaichi is most likely to borrow clothes, but not often Matsu or Masa's. If he were to borrow clothes it's probably Otake's, cause her stuff is pretty.

Doesn't use pet names - Uses pet names

Talked about this before at some point but none of them use terms of affection. The closest Masa comes is when he calls his boyfriends by casual versions of their name, and Matsu when he calls Masa idiot (affectionate)

Introverted - Extroverted

They're all pretty introverted, but Matsu most out of the three of them. Yaichi and Masa can handle bigger groups better, and sometimes even get energy out of it, while Matsu is exhausted afterwards. He likes being with his friends, but it just drains him 9/10

Affection through words - Affection through actions

They expressing affection verbally more often than they use pet names, but they generally show affection through actions. Now that I'm writing this I feel like Matsu's dot is too much to the right, cause he definitely prefers giving presents and physical affection, but he doesn't shy away from a heartfelt "I love you" when it comes to Yaichi and especially Masa. Yaichi snuggles and showers his boyfriends with gifts, but will not say the L word until much later into their relationship. Masa says it on a regular basis.

Confesses first - Waits for confession

Masa and Matsu confessed to each other pretty much at the same time and a bit later to Yaichi. It took Yaichi a looong while before he felt comfortable enough.

Screams about bugs - Puts bugs outside

Yaichi isn't particularly scared, but he doesn't want to come close to bugs, so if he sees one he just lets it scurry until Matsu or Masa arrives. Matsu finds them gross too, and Masa kinda likes most bugs.

Drives the car - Can't drive lol

None of them can drive obviously, cause Edo times, but if there *were* cars: Matsu would be a good driver, Masa a decent, but nervous one, and Yaichi wouldn't get his license. He'll get a taxi instead (if none of his friends are available)

Can't cook for shit - Makes dinner

They're all pretty rubbish, but Matsu can do some super basic stuff, and I feel like somewhere post canon Masa might actually like cooking a bit. He helps in Ume's kitchen when he can and Okinu likes showing him how to make some of his favourite recipes.

Dislikes PDA - Loves PDA

Yaichi will use anyone's lap as a pillow (preferably Matsu's or Masa's though), but does *not* do romantic PDA. Matsu and Masa like secret touches under the table.

Overprotective - Chill going

Masa will defend his boyfriends any time they so much as look uncomfortable. Matsu is overprotective too, but is passive aggressive about it. Yaichi does worry, but he knows he can use his wit and charm to get his boyfriends out of sticky situations, so he's generally pretty chill.

Has more relationship experience - has NO relationship experience

Matsu has a lot of experience :3c Masa has had next to none until he starts dating Matsu and Yaichi. I'm on the fence about his ex-fiance. It would be fun if they'd fooled around the tiniest bit out of curiosity. Yaichi has very little experience as well, because for most of his life he kept too much distance to form any meaningful bond with anyone.

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aliet-jayne · 2 years

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isaac? :3c

HIM HIMHIM

Sexuality Headcanon: you see he's already canonly gay and canonly demiace so there's only so much to hc, saving how for he fits on the ace spectrum, which kai mentioned a while ago to someone was fine to mess with a tad bcause trying to identify where exactly on the aspec you fall is finicky and difficult to pinpoint anyways. ACTUALLY now that I think about it I do pretty often consider him... probably demi-aro as well, but also simply more likely to have romantic attraction to someone than sexual once they meet the qualifications for either. that's just the vibe in my head tho this is not upset by seeing different portrayals about it at all. and also if he's at a point where/if he manages to like multiple people. poly. obtaining this however assumes that he not only has the emotional comprehension, initiative, and articulation to establish a relationship with one person, but in fact 2+ persons. he can't do that. probably they'd have to come to this conclusion and propose it first.

Gender Headcanon: that depends on my mood lol. most often either cis or mlm nb, typically either agender or a little bit genderfluid about it perhaps or both.

A ship I have with said character: OTPs isward and whatever the ship name is for drew's there too. with one of the jocks could be interesting potentially I think I'd like to see that sometime.

A BROTP I have with said character: Cody called him a little knife man.

A NOTP I have with said character: honestly nevin and Chris w him. not in the sense that I dislike content of them together or it existing. They're both dynamics that appeal to me! but I tried a few times and simply could never make myself care. Neither ship invokes any particular feelings or keep my attention, so I frankly just don't think about it much. (wasn't always the case, but currently this happens to be true for me and Nevin-or-Chris + everyone else that isn't each other, so they can go candoodle in peace ig.) also Felix or the evil jocks + Isaac. I've seen a little bit of it and I simply don't have any feelings about the concept, probably even less so than the above since while they're fun to watch cause problems, they exist solely to cause problems and give Cody jock lore so I'm not actual attached of them as people, as opposed to Nevin and Chris who obviously we're all already fond of as individual characters. as for actual NOTP in terms of NOTP. gross age dynamics, and the girls, I guess? The obvious? (one of those is worse than the other, but nonetheless)

A random headcanon: if I remember right it's outright canon he doesn't tell his parents jack because he doesn't want to deal with the trouble of it, but I think about this a lot so putting it here anyways?? and I'm definitely projecting at him about something that I don't even do anymore, (albeit I think everyone has to do this to some extent, ESPECIALLY in terms of you what you mention to your parents when you're a teenager, because the truth is that they genuinely don't need to know all about everything always. He's just bad about it worse.) but he has a habit of. simply not mentioning things that happen if he decides that it being mentioned won't directly a trigger an immediately drastic tangible improvement, and occasionally even when it would. hes only sometimes right that it won't. Telling his parents he got thrown into a bookcase isn't going to unconcussion him, so while there's not going to be negative consequences from telling them, it sure would be slightly inconvenient for him to explain and upsetting for them to find out about and then might try to do something about, and potentially lead to the magicky stuff being mentioned to them, which he hasn't told them about because.... uh. well, not that they would hurt him, but it could complicate things? and he wouldn't gain anything from them knowing, so it would be the same level of positive impact regardless, except that he wouldn't have to hide it which doesn't matter that much, not that he's... hiding it, exactly, but net no change vs the potential for it to be slightly worse or more annoying or inconvenient or take energy or be awkward or upsetting somehow without it curing cancer or anything, so yes he is actually. that said by now it'd kind of have to be a habit because I don't think he thinks enough in general to consciously be making that decision this much. negative points in thinking thoughts and negative points in communication. At this point I feel like it would take a BIG BIG payoff to get to him be open about Literally Anything, and regardless of whether he's right about the amount knowing about things will or won't fix, EMOTIONALLY he sure is a lot worse off for it. tbh I'm not even sure if this is technically even headcanon because it's kind of just an apsect of canon I latched onto really hard and had thoughts about. Unrelated but when he was younger (middle school + first grade probably) he bit people. He just did. If he was in a situation where biting someone would help him enough he would do it again. also unrelated again but I think he gets kind of weak about being kissed on the neck.

General Opinion over said character: I THINK ABOUT HIM A LOT AND EVERY TIME SOMEONE MAKES CONTENT ABOUT HIM I GET SO HAPPY ABOUT IT.

#help I used too mayne words to answer these #isaac beamer versus the supernatural #ibvs #isaac beamer #ask game #ask #i forgot my tags ahh

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lilfellasblog · 3 years

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I tried to choose a question but, I'm pretty interested in answers to all those tbh

You. I like you.

Talk about the first ship you ever had. - Tiencha (Tien Shinhan/ Yamcha), which is why I'm very sympathetic to those also suffering in rarepair hell.

Talk about three of the most important ships throughout your life. Destiel, Tiencha, Analogical

What’s your current OTP? Oof, I think I gotta go Prinxiety! So much potential for angst with hurt/comfort.

What’s your current NOTP? You know, I honestly can't think of any tbh.

Do you have any poly ships? For my OTP question, I originally answered LAMP/CALM, so definitely that!

How do you feel about love triangles? I think they can be intriguing if done well. If there's cheating involved, it would be pretty difficult for me to feel sympathy for the cheater.

How do you feel about RPF? It's fine, do whatever you want. Fanfic has always been for fans, not for creators. Purity culture and entitlement needs to stop. It's like seeing a sign that says "Snapping Turtles", jumping in the pond anyways, then yelling at the people who put up the sign after you lose a couple pounds of flesh.

Have you ever shipped yourself with a character? Tbh, the closest I've gotten is wanting different characters to adopt me and take me from my home. But I don't think I've ever romantically shipped myself with someone.

Do you have many ships that never got together at all? *cries in All Of Them*

Do you ship any characters that have never met? Huh. I don't think so tbh.

Talk about your favorite first kiss. Well in college there was- Oh! You mean fictional characters! :3 I think Virgil's first kiss with Roman in Healing Broken Wings is my favorite.

Have you ever been disappointed when your ship finally got together? *cries in It's Never Happened*

Has a ship ever broken your heart? In fanfic? Yeah, I've read some sad endings before and that's usually not my jam.

How do you feel about will they/won’t they? I'm fine with it so long as it ends in "Yes they will!"

Have you ever “shipped at first sight”? Analogical, actually!

Talk about a ship you initially disliked. I think when Remus first appeared, I had a hard time imagining him with anyone because of what a gremlin he is. I've come around to the trash rat tho.

Talk about a pairing you’ve stopped shipping romantically. Destiel.

Talk about a moment which made you question an entire ship. Season 6 of Supernatural. Destiel. >:(

Have you ever shipped something despite yourself? Kind of? I've done spite fics with spite ships.

Talk about a ship you feel alone in shipping. Tiencha, or Tien Shinhan/ Yamcha. They'd be so cute together!

Is there a ship you just don’t get, but have nothing against? Any ships that are part of fandoms I'm not in. I guess maybe Tony Stark/ Steve Rogers? They have such different values and ethics. They literally need a threat to the entire universe to come together.

Which of your ships have the best chemistry? Oh Analogical, easily. Royality too I think.

Which of your ships deserve better writing? Tiencha :(

Do you mostly ship canon pairings? Lmao no.

Have you ever shipped a pairing before you even started watching the show/movie simply because of gifs and graphics or similar? Yes I have! Crowley/ Aziraphale.

Have you noticed a pattern in your shipping? Is there a romantic dynamic you’re more drawn to? Not really, it's kind of all over the map.

Is there a ship you’ve shipped for most of your life? Tiencha.

Does shipping come easily to you? Yes, I am trash.

Do you need to ship something to really enjoy a movie/book/tv show/comic? Definitely not. I was a Potterhead, and I still don't really ship anything there.

Name a couple of fandoms in which you have no ships. Harry Potter, Marvel, DC Comics. I'm not in those fandoms tho.

Talk about one of your favorite headcanons for a ship you love. Roman is playfully protective of Virgil, and Virgil teases him by dramatically swooning.

Share five must-read fics. "Unexpected Destinies" was my first fic that I got into. Destiel fic, very complex and interesting AU. I think it got deleted during a LiveJournal purge tho. I got really into the "Battle Scars" series for a hot minute. Disabled Goku/ disabled Yamcha. "Perfect Attendance" by Periwren is great hurt/comfort starring Roman and Logan. "Welcome to the Neighborhood" by LeFay_Strent is absolutely hysterical. Shenanigans with Remy and Virgil, background Prinxiety, baffled Logan, it's a good time. And "War is Hell (but crushing is way more awkward)" by Jasper01 is incredible in so many ways! Funny, tragic, accurate, romantic, sweet, heartbreaking, all the things!

Name your favorite fanartist(s). So many fanartists have moved away from Sanders Sides, so I'm having a hard time thinking of many. To make sure I cover everyone, if there are any recs please let me know and I'll signal boost!

Share your favorite fanmix for your OTP. *Googles fanmix* It would appear I have none.

Recommend 1-5 shipper blogs. Gosh, so many of the shipping blogs I follow have become inactive in the Sides fandom. So! If any of you shipping blogs would like a shout-out, lmk and I'll signal boost!

Do you create fanmixes/gif sets/fanart/fic/fanvids and so on for you ships? Fic. So much fic.

Do you have a favorite trope and/or AU for your OTP? I mean I'm partial to Healing Broken Wings AU. As for trope, I'm a sucker for angst with hurt/comfort.

Do you like and use ship names? Definitely! Much faster to type.

Is there a fictional relationship you’d really want for yourself? I'm taking the word "fictional" literally here, because there is someone I'm in unrequited love with that I'm working on dealing with and I would really love a relationship with this person even though I know any hope is fiction.

If you could change one thing about your OTP, what would that be? Prinxiety, and that Roman would get some goshdang therapy!

#roman sanders #logan sanders #prinxiety #virgil sanders #patton sanders #supernatural #dragonball z #remy sanders #this took me an hour I think

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fleetofshippyships · 3 years

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Managed to write a little something through the brain fog and pain today, some junior shenanigans for an old ask game prompt in my inbox (’stomped’).

Technically, no ships I guess, or implied Zhuiling, or implied Zhuizhen, or implied Lingyi, or implied Zhuiyi...let’s face it, I ship the poly junior quartet so hard every time I write them them it tends to end up that way so read it how you like in terms of ships or no ships at all and just ‘what’s some spooning between good friends?’

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Another round of laughter, barely muffled through the walls, and Jin Ling decided enough was enough. It really was intolerable. And irresponsible.

He threw off his blankets and stomped out of his room at the inn. It was only after he was down the hall and throwing open the door to the others’ room that he realised he was only in his under-robe.

Heat rushed to his face, but was swiftly forgotten as the others cheered his sudden appearance, waving around cups and sloshing wine everywhere.

“Would you all shut up and sleep already!” Jin Ling snapped, somehow managing to remember his purpose even when faced with the shocking state they were in.

Ouyang Zizhen’s hair was...something. It looked like some attempt at the arrangement that was currently fashionable for weddings, but it was executed awfully, looking more like the nest of some sort of small animal.

Lan Jingyi was scandalously underdressed, a light under-robe barely covering him as it threatened to come untied at his waist, one leg sticking out in the awkward way he was sprawled on his side, one shoulder of the robe wet with what was probably wine.

Lan Sizhui was...red faced and missing his forehead ribbon.

The sight of his naked forehead sent Jin Ling’s thoughts skittering away from his desperate need for sleep after the nightmare their earlier hunt had been. He didn’t dare look around for where the forehead ribbon had ended up, and yet, he desperately needed to know for no accountable reason.

“Jin Liiiing!” Lan Jingyi cried. “You changed your mind about sharing a room with us!”

“Come, have a drink, have a drink,” Lan Sizhui said, beckoning him with a hand and sloppily pouring wine into a fourth cup that seemed to have been left out just for him.

“Jingyi, you should do his hair next,” Ouyang Zizhen said, lifting a hand to pat at his hair, a wistful look on his face that clearly said he hadn’t looked in a mirror yet.

Lan Jingyi perked up, pulling himself upright and nodding so vigorously his robe slipped off one shoulder.

Jin Ling hardly knew where to look, but the angry bruises across the bared side of Lan Jingyi’s chest caught his attention.

“What are you idiots doing? You’re keeping the whole inn awake!” he snapped, belatedly closing the door behind him even though he knew it was doing a poor job of dampening their noise. “You should be resting!”

Perhaps he should have agreed to share a cramped room with them instead of purchasing his own, he might have been able to stop them from such ridiculousness.

Then again, he was finding himself utterly defenceless when Lan Sizhui asked him to do...anything lately. And with the way Lan Sizhui was holding out a cup of wine with an eager and inviting expression, Jin Ling realised he probably would have been talked into it.

Even now, he was tempted, if only because he found it so oddly difficult to deny Lan Sizhui anything when he looked at him like that.

But the hour was so late, and they had all fought so hard during the hunt. Lan Jingyi wasn’t the only one covered in bruises and cuts and needing rest.

“What would Hanguang-Jun say if he saw you behaving this way instead of resting and caring for your wounds?”

It was a low blow, but that offered drink in Lan Sizhui’s hand was very tempting, even if he had no desire to embarrass himself in the way they were behaving. He’d die of shame if word reached his sect, or worse, his uncle. He had to stop them quickly.

In unison, they gasped and looked around, as if Hanguang-Jun might be summoned to the room just from Jin Ling speaking his name.

If the circumstances were different, if he wasn’t so exhausted and battered from the hunt, if they weren’t at a public inn, he might have joined them with little fuss and probably enjoyed himself, even if it was hard to fathom looking at the state they were in now, but they were at a public inn.

He rather thought it should be Lan Sizhui being the responsible one, but he hauled them up one by one, awkwardly trying to avoid touching Lan Jingyi’s very exposed skin, and pushed them towards their beds.

The room they’d purchased was so small that it only had two beds, and Lan Sihzhui and Ouyang Zizhen shared one while Lan Jingyi sprawled shamelessly over the other.

Jin Ling stood over him for a moment, eyeing his bruises and wondering if he should apply more salve to them. He didn’t trust the idiot to have done the job properly the first time, and he didn’t want to listen to him whining about how sore he was all the way back to Gusu.

It was usually Lan Sizhui who fussed over them, and it felt odd to find himself playing that part, and especially for an idiot like Lan Jingyi, who would shortly injure himself again in some stupid, embarrassing manner, but he was already reaching for the salve before he thought that he should maybe leave Lan Jingyi to his fate.

But he never managed to get the salve.

Lan Jingyi, with a ridiculously loud groan, pulled himself up and reached over until he managed to grab Jin Ling by his waist and yank him forwards.

Jin Ling toppled onto the bed and, while frantically trying to get away, found himself swiftly manoeuvred until his back was against Lan Jingyi’s chest and he was firmly trapped by his deceptively strong arms.

The position was so utterly unfamiliar that he froze instead of fighting to get free.

Across the room, Ouyang Zizhen was already snoring softly, and Jin Ling could see they were in a similar position, with Lan Sizhui nestled against Ouyang Zizhen. He had seen Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi sleeping huddled together many times out on hunts, but out in the wild felt somehow very different to in bed at an inn.

Head flooded his face when he remembered the way Lan Jingyi’s under-robe was all but falling off him.

“See, isn’t this better than a lonely room on your own?” Lan Jingyi mumbled, holding him, if anything, even tighter.

Protests rose to Jin Ling’s lips but he bit down on them. As strange and constricting as the position was, it wasn’t unpleasant. He had wondered before, seeing Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui sleep this way on hunts, what it would feel like to be held close by someone else.

Although he had never considered it would be Lan Jingyi who would do it.

There was no point trying to escape. He’d learned long ago that he was no match for Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui’s ridiculous upper body strength.

And...he wasn’t entirely sure he did want to escape, now that Lan Jingyi was relaxing his hold just a little and shifting into a more comfortable position.

“Shut up and sleep,” he muttered belatedly.

Lan Jingyi merely hummed dismissively into his hair, and Jin Ling decided that no matter how nice it was starting to feel to lie there in Lan Jingyi’s arms, he would still wake early and make them all suffer for keeping him awake so long.

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I’m not really sure how Jin Ling wound up the responsible one in this...but anyway, I wrote a thing and that’s miraculous on its own so I don’t really care if it’s out of character XD

Please excuse errors, I didn’t have the spoons to edit it, and I’m really rusty writing, but I’ve been so inactive I just wanted to post something new here for now, maybe tidy it up later for AO3 if I find the spoons for editing and summary and title and all the hard stuff about posting fic XD

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surumarssi · 3 years

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21 for your twine game ocs!

Thanks!!! This is an extremely good question actually because I’m trying to make this thing into a dating sim :D

These characters are pretty unfinished so anything here is subject to change if I get a better idea.

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

The captain (Olga surname yet to be invented, she/her): She has some commitment issues so she might think she’s bothered by a bad habit and wants to break up because of that but actually her problem is her own anxiety over being stuck in one place. Her last straw in every case though would be if her partner tried to get her to quit being a spaceship captain for any reason (even a good one), she'd be like fuck you I fought to get this job and I’ll do it until I can’t anymore. And she did, she started as a uhhhhhh I guess Ordinary Spaceman??

The ship's resident doctor (Harlow, it might be a mononym, they/them): They would immediately choose to break up if their partner wanted to have children and they wouldn’t be able to negotiate a poly situation where their partner has children with someone else. Like, their last straw wouldn’t necessarily be having to take care of kids or having kids in their life, it’d be having to be a parent, which is something they don’t want to do. Though the line between parenting and being an occasional caregiver is a bit loose they find the thought of parenting specifically too anxiety-inducing. They like being a medical doctor (partly) because they get to have a professional distance to the person they’re assisting, if that makes sense.

The AI (Arete, it/its): It’s kind of inexperienced because it hasn’t dealt with the same people for long periods of time, unless you count its creators, and its experience with dating as a concept comes mainly from media so it wouldn’t really know what the signs are that it should break up with someone. Though it does know it wouldn’t be able to stand being with someone who wouldn’t at least in long term want to help it break away from the company that made it.

The guy who I called the Company Man when I reblogged the ask thing (no name yet, he/him): He’s kind of afraid of breakups and he would do it if the relationship wasn’t going anywhere but his tolerance for bullshit or incompatibility is maybe a bit too high.

A bonus character who I made after reblogging the ask game:

The Boatswain (no name yet, she/her): She has a pretty firm stand that a relationship should be as reciprocal as possible so if she feels her partner is demanding more of her than she is of them she’ll talk to them about it and if that doesn’t work out she might choose to break up. She would also find it difficult to live with an extremely unorganized person but this really only becomes a problem for her if she moves in with her partner. She doesn’t mind people being messy in their own homes. Also she’s really good at resolving conflicts but she would rather only do it for work so she mostly dates extremely chill people.

#this took a while bc I really had to think about it #good question #also because of school lol #a boatswain is kind of like a staff manager btw #and an ordinary seaman is an intern position for the deck crew #I almost became an OS but there are like specific requirements for health/ability which I didn't pass

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cryptidshuffle · 3 years

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the less we say about it the better - chp 1

ao3

Rating: Teen Fandom: Half-Life VR But The AI Is Self Aware Relationships: Tommy Coolatta & Gordon Freeman, Tommy Coolatta/Gordon Freeman (pre relationship) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Temporary Character Death(its benrey dont worry hes ok), meta about deaths and respawns, arguing about the rules of uno, gay pining, Mutual Pining, fellas is it gay to comfort ur friend who u love and are both boys?, also fair warning it'll eventually be a poly ship with benrey, Autistic Character, Autistic Tommy, ADHD Gordon, everyone is gay and trans, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: “after everything we’ve been through we deserve a few mental break downs.” they are trying to recover after black mesa, but recovery is hard. especially when one of you is still dead

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They had been out of Black Mesa for a few weeks now. It was difficult trying to acclimate to life after the incident, but they were all making it work.

The science team had gotten together for some sort of game night, something cathartic about being around others who share the same trauma. Anyways, snacks and Uno was just as chaotic as one would imagine with this group of chucklefucks, with competitive tensions high on the last round of the night.

“You can’t stack the draw 4 cards, Gordon,” Bubby argued, smacking Gordon’s hand just as he placed the card.

“Says who?”

“It’s literally against the fucking rules of the game,” Bubby said back.

Tommy agreed with, “It is in the official rules, Mr. Freeman, they- Mattel confirmed it on Twitter.”

“But that’s dumb!” Gordon argued back, “I’ve always played where you can stack those, why change that now?"

Bubby retorted, “Well maybe you’ve always been playing wrong, huh? Ever thought about that, smartass?”

Dr. Coomer chimed in with, “Well on the official page for Uno (card game) on Wikipedia, the free online encyclopedia that anyone can edit, it states that

The following official house rules are suggested in the Uno rulebook, to alter the game:

Progressive Uno: If a draw card is played, and the following player has the same card, they can play that card and "stack" the penalty, which adds to the current penalty and passes it to the following player.[4](Although a +4 cannot be stacked on a +2, or vice versa.)[6] This house rule is so commonly used that there was widespread Twitter surprise in 2019 when Mattel stated that stacking was not part of the standard rules of Uno.[6]”

“Well, there you have it,” Gordon exclaims, interrupting Coomer’s Wikipedia infodump, “Just because it’s a house rule doesn’t mean it’s not a legitimate way of playing."

“What if I don’t want to play with that rule, that’s fuckin stupid,” Bubby grumbles.

“Jesus ok, I'll play a different card, happy?” Gordon says dejectedly, taking back his controversial draw 4 card for a more innocuous one. “It’s your turn anyways.”

Bubby throws down his last card onto the pile. “I win fuckers!!!! Ahahahahaha!"

“You wouldn’t have won if you let me stack the fucking cards,” Gordon said as he threw his losing card pile onto the coffee table.

“Don’t fret Gordon! Bubby is just extremely good at card games,” Dr. Coomer replied.

“You're forgetting I’m a goddamn genius, that extends to my sick-ass Uno skills,” Bubby bragged.

Gordon chuckled, watching the two older scientists get up to leave, and watching Tommy remain, quietly cleaning up the uno deck into neat piles to place in its box.

“Well gentlemen, it’s been fun, though I think it’s time Bubby and I better get going!” Dr. Coomer said.

“No problem, don’t want you two to be late for your old man early-bird breakfast at Golden Corral tomorrow!” Gordon teased.

“Shut the fuck- I’ll kick your ass,” said Bubby.

“Hello Gord- Actually our old man breakfast is not until Saturday! It’s the one day a week I let loose and unhinge my jaws at the buffet like a Burmese Python!” said Dr. Coomer as Bubby grabs his coat and keys.

“That sounds absolutely horrifying,” Gordon laughs.

“It really is,” says Bubby. “Well, see you later asshole,” Bubby says, herding himself and Coomer out the front door.

“See you guys later,” Gordon says.

“Goodbye, Gordon! Goodbye, Tommy,” Coomer also says, before they leave Gordon’s apartment.

Tommy had yet to get up to leave, he stayed sitting in his seat staring into space, and fiddling with the Uno card deck.

“Hey Tommy, you alright man?” he asked gently. At the mention of his name, he was shaken a bit out of his stupor.

“Y-yeah I'm fine Mr. Freeman, why do you ask?”

“I mean you were kinda just staring into space for a bit, and you didn’t say anything when Bubby and Coomer left.”

“Oh shit. Sorry about that, I’ll get out of your hair,” Tommy said, starting to move to leave.

Gordon placed a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Hey, if something’s bothering you, just know I’m here if you wanna talk about it,” Gordon comforted.

Tommy blushed slightly at the contact and nodded.

“Thank you. I-uh… I’ve just been thinking about things that happened back in Black Mesa and, you know,” he pauses to think for a bit, and sighs, “honestly I’ve been thinking a lot about Benrey.”

Just at the mention of him, Gordon felt his stomach drop with the weight of too many emotions.

“Yeah...I uh… I understand,” he responds with a sad sigh, “anything in particular you’re thinking about him?”

“I don’t know just kind of- Earlier I started thinking about how much he would enjoy game night. And then I started to miss him and realize that- that he’s not here. I feel guilty about killing him and upset at what he did. He was still my friend and I just- I want to know why he did what he did. I just want to understand,” Tommy said.

Gordon looked away as he thought about his own emotions regarding Benrey. He was undeniably angry with him, for getting him ambushed by the bootboys, for getting his arm cut off, frustrated with the constant taunting. Yet… he also felt guilty for some reason and he couldn’t quite place why. Gordon really didn’t want to feel guilty.

“Yeah…” Gordon sighed, “I'll be honest I do feel guilty about it too. I don’t know why because I feel like it should be justified since he did try to kill us. But there were times when him pestering me about my arm felt like… like sincere questioning? I still… I don’t know.”

“Yeah… I think-” Tommy cut himself off, staring at a fixed point in his vision, trying to decide whether or not to bring this up.

“I don’t think Benrey understood how human mortality worked.”

Well, that wasn’t what Gordon expected. “What do you mean?”

“Well, he was from Xen, Mr. Freeman, he wasn’t human. It was different for him. You remember he did die several times, but he came back eventually. He had to wait for his form to regenerate.”

“Wait-” this time Gordon cut Tommy off, “Oh shit, that wasn’t a joke? For some reason I just assumed his talking about respawns and shit was part of his Epic Gamer bit?”

“I mean it was a little but I think… there’s probably a reason Benrey attached himself to video games so much, yeah? He can see himself in the structure. Like, uh- something he can relate to.” Tommy says. “It doesn’t excuse what- what he did, but I feel like knowing why things happened makes- makes them more understandable.”

Gordon leaned back on the couch blown away by the revelation. In hindsight it wasn’t that surprising but it took him a few seconds to come to terms with the reality.

“Yeah, when you put it that way, I guess it does make a lot of sense. Wait though, I swear to god all of you have died at least once, but you guys aren’t from Xen?” Gordon said, now confused about the seeming metanarrative of the mortality of his friends.

“Yeah, but those were weird Black Mesa things, Mr. Freeman,” Tommy said, not elaborating any more than that.

Gordon waited a beat for Tommy to explain more but he said all he needed to.

“I will ask you more about that later, but I do not have the energy to unpack all that right now,” Gordon said with a gentle laugh.

“Wait, getting back on topic real quick, why couldn’t Benrey just... respawn now? Did we really get him that good?”

Tommy looked incredibly sad when Gordon said this, and he regretted it immediately. ‘Damn it Gordon, Tommy’s clearly upset about Benrey, you don’t gotta be an insensitive dick.’

“Well Mr. Freeman, that’s kinda why I’ve been thinking about him,” Tommy said, “I’m not sure. It shouldn’t have taken him this long to respawn. Depending on the amount of damage it takes longer but… It’s been a while and what if- What if he is back but he is mad at all of us and that’s why we haven’t seen him? Or what if it is taking a really long time because we hurt him a whole lot. Or what if we…”

Tommy got quiet for a few seconds, the silence in the room was deafening. For an instance Gordon felt as if making a sound would shatter the air like glass.

Tommy finally said with a whisper, voice thick with choking back tears, “What if we killed him for good? And I don’t- I never see him again?”

It honestly broke Gordon’s heart how distraught Tommy was. Pushing his own complicated Benrey feelings aside, he was gonna focus on Tommy here and now.

“…Tommy, is it ok if I hug you, man?” Gordon couldn’t think of the best way to comfort the other man with words, but physical comfort he could do.

Tommy looked a little surprised at this ask but nodded. Gordon leaned in to hug the other scientist and Tommy collapsed in his embrace, completely breaking down.

Gordon just sat there and held him as Tommy sobbed into his shoulder, trying to comfort the crying man by rubbing circles into his back.

Gordon’s brain processed the things Tommy had said. Was Benrey really gone? Why did he feel guilty about the idea of having killed Benrey, he was fine with the concept during the final boss fight on Xen but now… the thought made him feel… sad? Regretful? Even his seemingly rational justifications didn’t seem as clear at the moment, only thinking of his fonder memories with Benrey.

‘Fuck this,’ he thought as he felt his own tears well up, ‘this isn’t about me, I need to focus on being there for Tommy,’ pushing his own feelings to the back of his mind to be dealt with later.

Tommy eventually calmed down enough where his sobs turned into sniffles, and he started to pull away from the hug.

“S – sorry for having a – a breakdown on your- on your couch Mr. Freeman,” Tommy said, the post-crying mental fog making his stuttering more noticeable. Tommy didn’t really have the effort in him to care.

“Don’t worry about it, man, after everything we’ve been through we deserve a few mental breakdowns,” Gordon joked trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh, that was nothing, Mr. Freeman, in terms of mental breakdowns that was as mild as a first-grade pizza party in the eye of a hurricane,” Tommy compared in a way that made little sense to Gordon, yet ridiculous enough to cause the man to burst out laughing.

“Alright I’ll take your word for it,” Gordon said, still laughing.

“I’m serious Mr. Freeman, once you have a meltdown so intense that you accidentally teleport yourself to an inter-dimensional void, the rest is a cake walk at the school fair,” Tommy said.

“Waitwaitwait- teleport?” he leaned back to look at him in surprise, “Since when could you fuckin teleport!” Gordon asked caught off guard.

“You know, learned some things from my Dad,” Tommy said, again failing to further explain himself.

“…Well alright. Yeah that tracks.”

Gordon was quiet for a moment before responding with, “You know, Tommy, I want you to know I’m here for you if you need anyone to talk to. You were there for me when I was at my lowest in Black Mesa, and I wanna be that friend to you if you need it,” he said giving the other scientists hand a comforting squeeze.

Tommy smiled, “Thank you, that means a lot Mr. Freeman.”

“You know you can call me Gordon, you don’t have to be so formal all the time Dr. Coolatta,” he teased.

Tommy blushed, ‘dammit why did he have to be so cute?’

“Wow Mr. Fr – Gordon are you really gonna make fun of my doctorate that I worked very hard for,” Tommy teased back, still a bit sniffly from crying.

“Dude, I cannot imagine you in college for some reason, what was your doctorate even in” asked Gordon, semi-jokingly, but still a bit serious.

Tommy laughed a bit, wiping the remaining tears away with the back of his hand. “Bio-chemical engineering. Creating Sunkist was for my thesis project.” Normally Tommy would be more then willing to infodump about the topic but he found his energy to be draining fast.

“What the fuck, that’s cooler than mine was. Us nerds in the Theoretical Physics department didn’t do any crazy shit like that,” Gordon said.

“Bold of you to assume I was a nerd, G-Gordon. I was the craziest guy in the frat house,” Tommy said.

Gordon’s memory vaguely recalls Tommy’s insistence that he “do something crazy” when drinking Darnold’s Potion of Grow Gun Arm.

“You know what, yeah, surprisingly I can see that image vividly in my head,” Gordon said. “Real talk though…” he said changing the subject and putting his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, “Are you- uh, ok? Like feeling better?”

Tommy was quiet for a second, eyes flickering down to look at his fidgeting hands in his lap, before replying with, “I’m ok. N-not great, I don’t think, but I will be.”

Gordon nodded. “Tommy, if there’s one nugget of wisdom that I have to share, it’s that healing takes time, things usually turn out to be ok in the end. No matter what’s going on with Benrey…it'll be alright, I’m sure.” Gordon patted his shoulder for emphasis, “not the best advice out there but it’s the best I can come up with straight off the dome. And I don’t wanna seem like I didn’t try to help you out."

Tommy laughed gently, “Thank you Mr. Fr- uh, thank you Gordon. You did help. Even if- if your advice was a bit cheesy.”

“Whatever man, you can’t blame me for trying,” Gordon laughed, playfully shoving Tommy where his hand had previously rested on the other man’s shoulder. Tommy laughed in return. He only noticed the warmth of Gordon’s touch once it was gone.

Tommy absentmindedly noticed the time on the wall clock in Gordon’s apartment. Jesus, 11:30? When did it get so late? The older scientist really hoped he wasn’t overstaying his welcome; While he would love to just stay here and joke around, he had already bothered Mr. Freeman enough and was already exhausted.

“I- I’m probably gonna head back home now, I didn’t realize how late it was,” Tommy said, standing up from his spot next to Gordon.

Gordon nodded. He had the passing thought of offering for Tommy to stay but… maybe that was a step too far. ‘Tommy probably wants his space,’ Gordon rationalized to himself.

He nodded, “Alright, don’t let me keep you,” he said, getting up as well to help Tommy gather his belongings. Which, to be honest Tommy didn’t bring much but some snacks for the group, but Gordon just needed an excuse to do anything.

Gordon walked Tommy to the front door of his apartment, like the good host he was, opening the door for him.

“Thanks for coming over Tommy,” he said.

Tommy nodded. “Thank- thank you again for letting me talk about Benrey, I know it was kinda rough there at the end, but if you ever need to talk about anything… I'm here for you as well.”

Gordon smiled, “Thank you Tommy, I'll keep that in mind.”

Tommy smiled in return, “Have a good night G-Gordon,” he said turning to head to his car.

“Goodnight Tommy.” Gordon turns to head back inside, but before he does, he can’t resist one more jab.

“Thought you could teleport?” he calls out teasingly.

Tommy flips him off, which causes Gordon to laugh harder. “Gives me a headache,” Tommy called back, trying and failing keep a straight face.

Gordon laughs as he waves a final goodbye, turning back inside and closing the door after Tommy waves as well. His thoughts race as he gets ready for bed, trying to ignore his fluttering heartbeat as he lays down for the night.

Tommy shuffles his thoughts in his head as he drives home. The emotional rollercoaster of his already draining social interaction meter from the science team, his Benrey guilt, and his small crush on Gordon was just too much for one day. His hands clench and unclench the steering wheel, looking forward to collapsing in bed for the night, hoping his dad won’t notice he'd been crying.

Somewhere, in an interdimensional void far away from this reality, someone begins to shift awake.

#fanfic #hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #freelatta

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Love and Vampires (and other immortals too, but mostly vampires)

I planned on getting this post out in time for Valentine’s day, but better late than never, right?

I mentioned in my DIMV review that my interest was piqued by a comment that Fala made about love, which got me thinking about exactly how vampires (and other immortals) might perceive/define love.

Here’s the direct quote that I’m referring to:

“She's a good-looking young woman, I'll admit,” Fala continued. “But that isn't the issue, is it? You've—” “Fala,” he warned, his voice dangerous. “It isn't that unusual, you know,” she continued, sounding even more amused. “It's our line's curse, you could say. Love.” She spat the word as if it was some kind of insect.

– Demon in My View, Chapter 21

A couple things that I found interesting:

By that time, Aubrey and Jessica had only known each other for a few days, a week at most, so why did Fala assume it was love? I mean, it could just be her trying to push his buttons (which comes off as very juvenile, but considering how her character was portrayed, this makes sense). The more interesting thing about this is that, well, she wasn’t necessarily wrong–Aubrey does have a strong attraction and attachment to Jessica despite their limited interaction and the narrative does frame this as ‘love’.

Falling in love is something that Silver’s line in particular is prone to and this is viewed negatively. However, just off of the top of my head I can probably name more examples of Kendra’s line falling in love than Silver’s. Does this mean that there’s a difference in how love is defined (either between these two lines or between the reader and the universe of the book)? I do kind of see how Kendra’s line might view love more positively than Silver’s line (so to them, it’s not a ‘curse’)It could also just be the case that there are plenty more examples of Silver’s line in love and they just didn’t make it into the books.

Before I go any further, a big caveat is that this book was written by a young teenager who most likely didn’t have the context or experience to write about love as a healthy and mature adult would, so I mean, we could probably take that quote at face value...but for my intents and purposes, I’m going to speculate and overanalyze.

What is love?

How would an immortal’s definition of love differ from that of a human (or otherwise mortal)?

I think it could go a few different ways, I guess, depending on the person.

Some immortals might take love less seriously (and tend to use the term loosely or as a catchall to refer to anything having to do with attraction or infatuation) because they’ve been around for so long and they know that most relationships don’t last forever, so they don’t think it’s even worth differentiating ‘true love’ from everything else.

Or it could be the exact opposite in that for some immortals, because they have gone through so many romantic experiences of varying degrees (many of which don’t last) that they hesitate to call just any connection ‘love’.

And then maybe for the most idk, emotionally mature/self aware immortals, they kind of take every relationship as it is. Some relationships are deeper than others, some last longer than others (and most don’t last), it’s possible (and for them, very probable) to fall in love with more than one person in their lifetime or even at the same time, and it’s possible to love someone even if you’re not ‘together’. And that’s ok.

I guess in a really meta way, that speaks to how we humans (in present-day western society) define love. The way I’ve seen it, at least, love has always been defined mainly by longevity and exclusivity in addition to depth/intensity of feeling. But when you take the question of time (or lack thereof) out of the questions, those rigid pillars of longevity and exclusivity are gone, leaving only depth/intensity of feeling, which is much more difficult to quantify. For some, that can be confusing, but for others, that can be liberating. What I really like about TDOS is that there are so many different examples of relationships and love (on one hand you have the very monogamous and eternal relationship of Shevaun and Adjila, and on the other hand, you have poly and eternal Jager x Fala x Moira, etc.)

Age gaps

You know, something else I’ve been thinking about is how much do age gaps actually matter in immortal relationships?

Like, it’s a classic trope by now to have some 100+ year old vampire fall in love with a teenager, but I just don’t think that’s super realistic. I mean, sure, there are always going to be creeps out there, but for the average immortal, there’s no way they wouldn’t get annoyed with having to deal with the average teenager. I think it would actually be more likely that 1) it’s mainly younger vampires who are attracted to humans, 2) the humans that do attract vampires tend to skew older (like, at least in their 20s), 3) immortals over the age of 100 tend to date other immortals and the older they get, the stronger that bias is, and 4) that said, not everyone’s looking for a relationship so when it comes to just hooking up, they go for whoever’s hot (which hopefully doesn’t include teenagers and younger).

So at what point do age gaps stop mattering? Like, for humans, age gaps matter more when you’re younger, and then I’d say once you’re both past your mid-30s, old is old because at that point you’ve both hit all the major milestones and you’re pretty much on the same page. This is tough because immortals are, well, immortal, so theoretically there’s no limit to experiences or milestones they might have...but I do think that after a certain point, the most common milestones do run out or become sparser. I actually think it makes sense for the vast majority of vampires (who make it past their first year) to not make it past the first few centuries given how dangerous the lifestyle can be, and that only the top 1% get to be thousands of years old. If we go by that, I think 100~150+ that’s when age gaps start to matter less.

My favorite TDOS ship

Yeah, this post has been a little all over the place, but I want to close this out by talking about my favorite (canon) TDOS ship, and that is Shevaun and Adjila. I just think that this is the strongest, most healthy immortal relationship I’ve ever seen (that isn’t boring), not because they’re the most traditional, but mainly in that they’re truly each other’s equal. I like that contrary to popular vampire romance tropes, Shevaun and Adjila are both around the same age, were turned at around the same time, and that they found each other early on so they were able to grow with each other and explore their new world and new circumstances together even despite all of the opposition they faced from their communities. I liked that they both have the power to completely destroy each other, but they know that they could never bring themselves to hurt each other (how she kisses his throat and he kisses her forehead). They just love each other and their family so much and I would love to read a book just about them and how they got together.

#In the Forests of the Night #Nyeusigrube #persistence of memory #Den of Shadows #amelia atwater rhodes #worldbuilding #characters #shevaun #adjila

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Mellifluous (Chapter 8)

Fandom: BTS Pairing: BTS x Reader / Poly!OT7 x Reader Warnings: n/a this chapter Summary: Reader sits down to explain her story to the boys.

Notes: I wanted to have this chapter up looong before this but you know, life got in the way recently. Sorry it’s short ;_; <3

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You could say, without a doubt, that you’d just experienced one of the best meals of your life. Despite the shriek of alarm from Jin as he bolted into the kitchen, you hadn’t tasted anything wrong with the meal. It was flavorful and you had been half tempted to go for seconds (your body was healing, and it often demanded more nutrients), but you stopped yourself.

You had been clumsy enough with the chopsticks, completely perplexed as both Jin and Taehyung had shown you multiple times how to use them. They hadn’t seemed upset or frustrated, but you swore Jin looked like he was two seconds from just feeding you himself before you finally figured it out.

Mostly.

After the werewolves had their full of food (werewolves could seriously put away a lot of food, you had observed), the table had swiftly descended into chaos. You could only figure it had something to do with clean up, and you’d watched wide eyed as they seemed to play a game, of which you deemed was rock, paper, scissors.

Yoongi and Taehyung had lost if their defeated expressions and the sudden joyous sounds of the others were anything to go by. You sat there for several minutes watching them, feeling a bit homesick. You missed the comfort of home, of your family, and taking in just how close the seven were to each other just really...hit home. You were promptly startled from your thoughts at the sudden urging of Hobi, who excitedly ushered you out of your seat and towards the living room.

Which is where you now found yourself, legs drawn up towards your chest as you rested your chin on your knees, watching the TV screen as Jungkook had immediately reclaimed his seat on the floor to continue the game he had been playing. The soft murmurs of the others reached your ears over the sound of the TV, but you automatically tuned them out. They weren’t saying anything you could understand.

You haven’t realized all seven werewolves are staring at you until Namjoon clears his throat gently. You blink, jerking your head up slightly as you look around at them. Taehyung and Yoongi had obviously finished cleaning up and joined all of you in the living room without you even noticing. Had they been talking to you? “I’m...I’m sorry, what? I didn’t catch that.”

“What’s your story?” Jin prompts from where he’s perched on the chair arm where Namjoon sits, “You were wandering the park when Jungkook and Jimin found you that first night.”

“Oh..” You trailed off before you cleared your throat, attempting to stall for a few seconds to gather your courage, “I...almost seven months ago, the community of shifters where I lived was attacked by Hunters. Most of my family got away, I think, but they shot me before I could shift and get away. My dad..” You paused, tightening your arms around your legs at the memory, at the knowledge of what happened to her dad rushed over you again. Your throat feels tight and you’re aware that the werewolves can smell your distress, most supernatural creatures could. The couch dips next to you, a warm body pressing against your side followed by a soft whine, and the floral scent lets you know it’s Jimin without even looking.

“They killed him and I couldn’t do anything about it, there were suddenly too many of them. They must have sedated me with something because I couldn’t fight them when they...when they put that collar on me,” You reached up absently to brush your fingers over the side of your neck at the memory, “The hunters put me in a cage with two other shifters before they torched the place and drove away,”

As you look up from where you’d been focusing on the floor, you noticed the looks of horror, sympathy, and anger filtering over all their faces in varying degrees. Jimin nuzzles against your shoulder and you glance sideways at him before slowly leaning over to rest your head against his. Your eyes flutter close at your action, smiling slightly at the hum that rumbles from the werewolf’s chest. Despite the fact that they’re werewolves, you find comfort in the touch of another. It’s nice, a sense of not being alone when you are so far away from where you’d come from.

“I don’t remember the journey, they kept me sedated because I wouldn’t shift to my human form like the other two that they’d captured,” You continued, “We were taken to this warehouse and sold like exotic animals, like nothing more than a piece of jewelry. A human kept me for months before he took me to be sold again, and that’s when I escaped. I didn’t know where I was, trying to shift so many times and get that wretched collar off exhausted me. That’s how those humans found me,” You flick your eyes towards the youngest werewolf, who straightens slightly at your attention, “I...I never thanked you...you or Jimin. Thank you.”

It felt like a weight lifted at finally being able to thank them for taking you in that night. Sure, you would have most likely survived your injuries, but what if they had found you again?

“Why did they take only three of you?” Yoongi questions after a minute or so of silence descends over the living room.

“Our shifting abilities, if I had to guess,” You answered, “I’m not like most shifters, whereas the majority of our population are restricted to a certain animal or two, there are a handful of us who can shift into whatever animal we want.” You shrug, pausing for a moment, “There are limits though, it’s difficult to hold the form of much bigger animals, like Hippos, Elephants, Giraffes. Well, I suppose it might be easier the bigger the shifter? I’m not entirely sure...”

“That’s so cool!”

“What happened the other day, with the staff member you tried to attack?” You bristle at Namjoon’s question, straightening up in your seat.

“She’s a hunter,” You answer, watching the brief looks they all exchange with each other, “She recognized me for what I was after I tried to attack her. I wanted to run at first, but...but none of you seemed alarmed by her.” You fidget your hands again, “It didn’t feel right leaving you without trying to do something. Hunters aren’t merciful, especially to your kind.” Tightening your grip around your legs now, you swallow thickly, “I’m sorry about causing problems the other night, and I’m...I’m sorry that I was the reason you were attacked.”

“What?” Jimin questions beside you, “Of course it’s not your fault.”

“They’ve never been so bold before but that’s not necessarily your fault.” Namjoon agrees, “It was only a matter of time before something like that happened. Our Idol status only protects us so much, unfortunately. We shouldn’t have to worry about it anymore, the company upped security after we reported it to our Regional Alpha and council.”

“Regional Alpha?” You questioned curiously, “You also have a council..?”

“The Regional Alpha is responsible for all the packs in the area, and he’s head of the council,” Hobi explains, drawing your attention towards him, “If there’s a problem or something, all packs go through him to sort it out.”

“After the attack, we had to contact him and the council.” Namjoon adds, “We told them what happened and…told them about you. They want to meet with you.”

“Wha...What?” The word sputters out before you can stop it at the admission from the leader of the group. Your body immediately stiffens in response, eyes wide as your brain reels with the information. They told their council about you, a shifter, being among them? How could they do that? A part of you knows that you don’t really have a right to be angry with them; after all, you had been a surprise to them, and they didn’t really know you.

They didn’t owe you anything, but it still hurts.

One would have to be an idiot not to see the sudden tension in your body language. The sudden racing of your heart was alarming to the seven werewolves, especially coupled with the fear rolling off of you in waves. The seven exchanged uneasy and alarmed looks with each other, uncertain of the cause of your distress.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds, [Name],” Namjoon immediately injects soothingly, “The council is more than fair.”

You wanted to believe him, but the amositity that you’d learned about from a young age between shifters and werewolves held you back from doing so. What was the purpose of meeting you? Was it to ship you off, getting you away from the pack? Or maybe they wanted to meet you so they could take you prisoner and make an example out of you to other shifters? God, what if they turned you into the hunters to keep the boys safe?

You should leave while you still had the chance. Where would you go? How would you get back home? You could always shift and fly home or something, right? The sooner you left, the better. No sooner than the decision crossed your mind, you’re abruptly getting to your feet from the couch. You miss the slightly flailing of Jimin behind you on the couch as he tries to right himself at your abrupt absence.

“I...I should probably go, right? I mean, I hate to bother your council or overstay my welcome any more than I already have. I need to get back to my family, if…” You trail off suddenly, throat tightening as your brain briefly mulls over the worse case scenario: you don’t have any family left. You’d be alone. What would you do then? You could always find a new community of shifters, but you didn’t even know where to begin with that. Shifters weren’t essentially pack-orientated like werewolves.

Maybe you could just disappear into a nice tropical forest and pretend to be a jaguar or leopard or something.

“You don’t have to leave!” Jimin’s declaration drags you from your thoughts and back to the blonde werewolf perched on the couch. He’s eyeing you carefully, like he’s conflicted on whether he wants to stay where he is or jump on you to stop you from going anywhere.

“But the council…” You sputter softly, darting your attention among the seven werewolves as your brain attempts to come up with an excuse. You’re about five seconds from shifting into the smallest animal you can think of when Jungkook catches your attention.

“Maybe they can help with getting you back to your family..?” Jungkook offers hesitantly, looking towards Namjoon for confirmation.

You’re immediately looking at Namjoon, eyebrows raising in a silent question. The werewolf shifts slightly, glancing sideways at Jin before back to you, “You can ask, I’m sure they’ll hear you out.”

Was it worth taking the risk? You wanted to protest, to get them to stop offering these promises that you’re 90% sure they can’t keep. Part of you wonders if they would defend you should it come down to it or if they would passively watch if the worst comes to pass. Another part of you, call it intuition if you will, is adamant that they wouldn’t leave you high and dry.

Even if there was just a glimmer of hope to see your family again, you had to take it. You would be a fool not to.

Releasing a puff of air from your lungs, you relax slightly in place, “Okay.” You nod slowly in confirmation, “When do I meet this council?” Maybe you’ll have time to prepare.

“End of the week.” Jin answers with a smile before he bounces to his feet, “Time for dessert!” He declares with flourish before he’s bounding off for the kitchen.

“She can’t meet the council wearing our clothes,” Taehyung says, drawing your attention towards him, eyebrows furrowed. Was he talking about you?

“Why not? I think she looks cute!” Jimin counters, grinning widely when you turn to look at him blankly.

“She’ll need something else. I’m sure the staff could let her borrow something. The council likes their formal wear.” Namjoon speaks up this time, smiling apologetically as you swing your attention towards him now, a frown on your lips.

“[Name], how do you feel about dresses?”

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laufire · 4 years

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B, R & Z (Max & Silver? Or something else Black Sails related)

A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

To be truthful, I don’t think fandom has never managed to make me change my mind about a ship, romantic or otherwise LOL. It’s always canon who manages that, if anything.

On that vein, and because I still want to ramble about Black Sails lol: I didn’t really have big expectations wrt ships going in, beyond thinking I’d probably like/feeling curious about some of the canon arrangements. But there were two ships I hadn’t thought of liking before going in, albeit for different reasons: Eleanor & Max and Flint & Silver.

Regarding Eleanor & Max, it’s because I expected something different. Something that resembled the kind of “female friendships TM” I despise lol, with a more privileged girl parasitizing another one far more invested in her. Knowing how things end at least made me think there was an ~escape for Max, but I wasn’t looking forward to the beginning of it all; especially after the pilot, which didn’t disprove that notion. But then 1x02 onwards went in a completely different direction, and in s3 especially I found myself really enjoying this dynamic. Hindsight here is key because I don’t know if that would be possible hadn’t I already known the ending; at the very least, I would’ve stressed the fuck out about it in the meantime xD

With Flint & Silver is because frankly, I only thought of the show in terms of Max lmao. And Madi and the poly stuff a little. I hoped I would like the main characters and enjoy their plot, and in hindsight I should’ve known given that they were what I was most curious about in Treasure Island lol. I was curious about Flint/Madi/Silver (which I looooove), but I hadn’t given much thought to the two of them by themselves. But it’s such a well written relationship, from beginning to end, that I’m hooked. Even if I wouldn’t say I “ship” it in a straightforward way (OTOH, I don’t ship anything straightforwardly in this show. It just... goes a little beyond that? I’m OTT invested in all of these relationship in a way I haven’t felt about a new fandom in a while, but none of them are straightforward and I respond to that I guess :P).

Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Going with my main fandoms, as usual: Max & Silver and Jack & Max from Black Sails (and Jack & Max & Silver, though that one is more on a meta level maybe?); Raven & Murphy and Raven & Emori on The 100; Josie & Lizzie (& Caroline) and Klaus & Marcel in the Plecverse.

Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Max & Silver)

One of the multiple metas I want to write when I finish the last few episodes (this week, with some luck), is about these two --and maybe Jack too, though that might work better for yet another post smh-- and their narrative reach when aligned. How they act as the ~spark, and the hand in the dark moving things. That meta might be long so I should take the chance to talk about other things lol.

Hmm. Okay. A while ago, when I was rewatching episodes (yes, before finishing the actual first watch xD) to decide on edits to make, I reached the scene where Silver and Max freak out over Flint possibly being onto them, and Silver tells Max he has an escape route for both of them to Port Royal. Lo and behold, my mind started reeling thinking about what that could’ve look like, and yet another WIP was born xD.

It’s a difficult one that might not see the light in a long time, if at all, because it deviates in such a major way from canon... it’d need OCs, which I tend to avoid writing in fic (for some reason, I have no issues expanding on characters that are OCs in all but the name, but alas). And realistically, they likely wouldn’t cross paths with the other characters again, but that would be boring LOL. So I have to find ways to make them reconnect etc. And there are a few plot threads from later seasons that I could pull... it’s complicated(TM), basically.

But I like the idea of expanding on this relationship --I have no complaints on its use in the show because as few times as they share scenes, it’s incredibly impactful and shapes the story all the way into TI, but it would be nice to ponder how it could look on calmer moments too, iykwim.

#hopeinthewater #black sails #silvermax #black sails thoughts #my thoughts #replies #talking to the void #silverflint #maxanor #thank you!#writing woes #t100 thoughts #plecverse #plecverse thoughts #the 100

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maddiefriendlovesbilly · 4 years

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can you do a ship prompt for polypie but like mission goes super wrong and one actually dies for like real and,,, sadnesss

(First of all, I just wanna apologize to anon for how long this took?? I kept forgetting to take my medicine because I was off my medicine,,,It literally only took a few hours to write I was just too busy procrastinating and being gay (also adhd but shh.))

The Asylum Case

Rating: PG-13, SFW

Ship: Poly P.I.E. (Ghost/Toast/Spooker/Colon)

Warnings: Lots of angst, Major Character Death, Descriptions of intense pain, Sadness >:3 (Tell me if I missed anything!)

Summary: Ghost recounts exactly how he got into his current predicament, which is dying.

Word Count: 1,829

They’re approximately 30 minutes into the investigation when everything, in Ghost’s humble opinion, goes to shit. “But every P.I.E. investigation goes to shit!” you say. Yes, that is, in fact, true, but Ghost has decided that bleeding out on the floor - very slowly, might he add, which is decidedly not fun - constitutes the creation of a new category of “gone to shit”. “But,” you say, “Why not just respawn?” and again, usually, Ghost would do just that - but there’s just one issue; he can’t. Let’s rewind.

They entered the decrepit asylum, joking and teasing and generally enjoying each other’s company - unsuspecting of the horrors yet to come. Once they were inside, the ghost wasted no time in introducing itself; it screamed its sob-story from nowhere in particular, voice bouncing off the walls and echoing down each corridor, all lined with empty cells. Ghost thought he heard sobbing from the one beside him, and so, using the keys the caretaker - who had been the one to call them to investigate, and who looked about as old and decrepit as the asylum - had given him, unlocked the door and (ignoring the disapproving sigh from Toast, and the alarmed yelps from the other two) entered. A girl sat huddled in the corner, long, matted, black hair cascading over her small form, blocking her face. Her tattered white dress hung loosely, and one sleeve slid from her small trembling shoulder as he approached and knelt down. A familiar dread washed over Ghost as he gently asked, “K-Katrina?”

Abruptly, the girl stopped shaking, before giggling once, twice, and then, neck cracking violently, her head shot up and she stared into his eyes with a wide, manic smile. He edged away, wondering why the others hadn’t entered, hadn’t said anything, hadn’t even made a sound since he’d approached Katrina, but he couldn’t look back, not now, because when he stumbled to his feet, backing away, she followed, neck craning oddly to one side. “Katrina-” he started, pleading, “Kat, hey, it’s me, Johnny! Remember?” He fumbled for the door handle, careening into the hall when it opened. No one else was there.

“Yessssss,” Katrina hissed, drawling, “I remember youuuu…” but she didn’t slow her advance; instead, she just kept hurtling towards him. As he ducked beneath a wild swing of her claw, he glimpsed it - the small, red, rope-pattern lines wrapping around her neck, exposed by its unnatural angle - and choked back a sob. “God, Kat, I’m sorry - I’m so sorry!” he heard himself plead. She didn’t seem to hear him, only muttered, “Johnny, Johnny, I remember, yes I remember Johnny. Johnny!” and took another swing. He scrambled back, gritting his teeth when a razor nail clipped his shoulder, and Katrina’s crazed grin widened. Something inside Ghost twitched at the sight, but he pushed it down, he didn’t have time to panic. “Toast?” he called as he scrambled down the empty hallways, “Spook? Colon?!”

No one answered, and Ghost felt his heart sink.

He fumbled with the keyring, detached it from his belt loop - which proved to be much more difficult while his hands shook violently - and jammed a key into the first lock he came across, throwing open the cell door and slamming it behind him, locking it back.

The old door’s hinges creaked dangerously with the force of Katrina’s hands slamming against it, and Johnny could only pray they didn’t give out under the stress. Slowly, the banging subsided and, hand over heart, he sighed in relief. Pulling out his phone, he hit Toast’s contact, and pulled the phone to his ear, listening to it ring. It clicked, and Toast’s blurted in a near-shout, “Sir, where the fuck are you?!” in the background he heard a short hysterical laugh, and Ghost felt one of his own bubble out past the tightness in his chest and the burning in his shoulder. “Just getting chased by a murderous vision from the past - you know, the usual.”

“Are you injured?”

“She nicked me, but its nothing serious.”

“Don’t do anything dangerous,” Spooker said in the background, “A ghost said we can’t respawn here and we don’t want to chance them being right.”

“Where are you, Sir? We’ll come find you.”

“Er,” Ghost muttered, trying to recall where he was, “I’m in a locked cell right now, not sure what floor - I think it’s B-hall though, so first floor probably,” he paused, putting on a cheery, guide-like voice, “Just follow the sounds of screeching and growling, and you should see a crazy lady pacing outside the door,” he said peeking through the small, barred window. Katrina spotted him and slammed a palm against the door, snarling. “take a sharp turn there and - remember this step because it is crucial okay? - sock her right in the face.”

Toast barked out a sharp, brittle laugh, “We’ll do our best.”

“I’ll see you in a few, I’m gonna hang up now because I don’t want to attract too much attention - these ancient hinges don’t exactly appreciate the abuse we’re putting them through.”

“Alright Sir, be careful.”

And careful he was, but you can’t exactly count on ghosts to obey the laws of physics, or even manners, really, because out of the blue, there was the caretaker, and boy did he look smug. “What a lovely reunion between old friends,” he croaked, “It’s almost enough to warm my cold, dead heart!” then cackled wildly. When Ghost didn’t so much as blink in surprise, he sobered, snapping at him, “Why aren’t you surprised? Everything went perfectly, none of you suspected a thing!”

“Dude, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I hunt ghosts for a living; this plot-twist happens every other week.”

“Damn! Well, either way, you’re gonna die here, so I guess it doesn’t really matter. Dead men tell no tales and all that.”

“Again, hate to do this, but literally every case a ghost says something along the lines of “Ohohoho you’re gonna die anyway, so it doesn’t really matter!” and here I am, alive and only slightly harmed.” Another bang reverberated around the room, and Ghost shuffled uncomfortably but couldn’t look away from the immediate threat.

“Oh, uh, exactly how many cases have you done?”

“Dunno,” Ghost shoved his hands into his pockets, “I’ve been doing this since I was like, sixteen, and our schedule’s kinda all over the place because you can’t really predict when a ghost is gonna show up, but we get at least three to seven cases a week, and about half of them are real.” Another slam, followed by creaking and a final loud rattling sound.

“Huh, half, really?”

“Yeah, people are stupid.”

“Agreed. Speaking of stupid, you let your guard down.”

“Oh.” Things seemed to slow down, a sharp pain stabbing through his back. He looked down, watching three claw-like fingers withdraw from his chest, leaving three little holes all the way through. He collapsed, head falling to the side as he coughed wetly, tasting iron. Almost calmly, he watched as blood pooled around him, before glancing up to the doorway, where the door had been ripped open, and now teetered ominously on its hinges. Katrina loomed over him, blood coating her claws.

And that’s it, that’s how he got here. Seconds later, he hears someone shout his name, and he feels the caretaker’s presence vanish. Katrina glances back, but it doesn’t give her enough time to react before a bullet rips through her solid form, followed by another, then another. She screeches and stumbles back, blindly tripping over the lump of Ghost while trying to shield herself from the incoming bullets. He groans as she falls over him, kicking his wounds. The puddle beneath him ripples, blood traveling in tiny rivers through the imperfections in the concrete floor. Absently, Ghost notes that his sight has gone fuzzy at the edges, and black static is creeping in. Katrina lets out one last screech before disappearing, and as soon as she’s gone Toast, Spooker, and Colon all rush to his side. He smiles weakly as Colon pulls his head into his lap, eyes watery. The other two looked similarly panicked, and Ghost finds himself wheezing, “Hey, it’s really not that bad, okay? You guys can just carry me out of here and I can respawn.” Blood bubbles in his throat as he speaks, and he has to turn to the side to cough it up when it scratches at his throat.

The others glance at each other and Ghost frowns, confused. “What?”

“If we moved you now,” Spooker explains, chewing his lip, “you’d probably die of blood loss before we got outside. And I’m not a doctor but I’m pretty sure you have a punctured lung.”

Ghost’s brows furrow and he laughs sadly. “Sucks to be me I guess…” he ignores the liquid gathering in the back of his mouth, swallowing. “Anybody here magically know first aid?”

They all grimace, shaking their heads. “Ah, well, worth a shot,” he rasps. He feels a tear drip down, catching on his jaw. His chest burns; a hot-cold sensation that tears through him every time he breathes. He can’t focus his eyes anymore, but he looks at the blurry figures he knows are his closest companions - the loves of his life - and smiles, even as more tears follow and he chokes down a gasp of pain. Someone’s holding his face and speaking to him gently, and he can’t understand the words, but he thinks it might be Colon, so he looks up at him. At the same time as a pair of lips meet his temple, and then again and again, until he’s being peppered with kisses. He can feel the body under him shaking now, and through the white-hot burning and the growing ringing in his ears, he makes out stammered apologies and ‘I-love-you’s, and he feels it aching in his bones because it’s not their fault, he did this, and he wishes all the way down to his core that he could go back, that he could undo the pain he knows paints their faces, but he can’t - he’s going to die here, slowly, painfully. The ringing is piercing now and the black static has spread to cover most of his vision, and he thinks he might be screaming, or apologizing, saying goodbye, but he can’t hear anything over the ringing so it’s possible that when he tries to tell them “I love you too” it comes out garbled and incomprehensible. His throat is raw now so he must be screaming, and it’s all so loud until suddenly everything stops.

There’s no ringing, or panic, or crying, or pain. Just empty blackness and total silence. He can’t move, because there’s nowhere to go, there’s nothing here, there’s only void. That is, until the sound of a single raindrop, followed by another, then another, breaks the silence, and like waking up, Ghost blinks, and finds himself standing in front of a grave.

#jess writes #jess answers #venturiantale #johnny ghost #johnny toast #fred spooker #chris colon ghostie #venturiantale pie

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thearcanaheadcannons · 5 years

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Mc polyromances!

Asra x mc x julian:

Pretty dang frisky tbh. Lots of teasing, and probably a fair amount of squabbling between Asra and Ilya that MC will need to stop. Julian would be very romantic, constantly trying to woo MC and Asra. Asra more often than naught blocks these attempts by saying something that would flusture both Julian and MC, and would usually lead to a more intimate scenario. Asra would be very relaxed most of the time, feeling very comfortable with MC and Julian. Bedroom times would be very spicey, of course. Asra and MC would probably both end up teasing and dominating julian, or, when MC is the submissive one, Asra will dominate both partners. There would be a lot of pillows talk, and sweet nothings said during this time.

Asra x mc x muriel:

TOnS oF CuTenEss. Super sweet, lots of cuddling and many "I love you"'s going on for sure. Pretty slow going, but very supportive and just all around adorable! There would be very little conversation, all three of you quite content with each others company. But when talking did happen, it would be a lot of hopeful wishes for the future, and jokes shared. Bedroom scenarios would definitely vary depending on the situations, but Asra and/or mc would probably lead the way. Muriel would be a bit too nervous. Occasionally, asra would be perfectly happy just watching the other two, and then the next time they would end up pampering Asra.

Asra x mc x nadia:

MC would be teased constantly, Asra and Nadia would team up to make MC as embarrassed as possible (never going too far to make MC uncomfortable though). Also very caring, lots of deeply sentimental and emotional conversations late at night. There would be a lot of cuddling, but it is almost never innocent. Nadia and Asra will almost constantly have suggestive undertones, that aren't exactly subtle. Often times, onlookers will become flustered just watching you three send gazes at each other. No one ever seems to mind. In the bedroom, it gets very hot, literally. Or sometimes very cold. A lot of magic will be used, and heavily encouraged by each other, Spicing up the situations dramatically.

Asra x mc x lucio:

Oof, doubtful that this would be healthy (sorry lucio fans!). There would most likely be a fair amount of fighting between Asra and lucio, mostly about mc. In the bedroom, it wouldn't so much be loving as it would be them trying to prove they were the best lover. So that would definitely be pretty exciting. Lots of possessiveness happening, but in a way that mc probably wouldn't mind.

Asra x mc x portia:

Magic adventures! Tons of them! Asra and Mc's magical talents clearly lead to magical things, and with portias love of adventure and fascination with magic, magical adventures are a given! Very cute as well, lots of flirty teasing and compliments, and a decent amount of red faces. Bedroom scenes would probably be lots of soft touchings and holding back for the first while, then it would probably get pretty exciting and more erm, energetic.

Julian x mc x muriel:

This one would have a rough start for sure, probably very awkward. Eventually, MC would find a way to smooth everything out, and it would become very cute. MC would probably need to lead the way with this relationship, while Julian and muriel follow happily. Not a ton of cuddling, would probably steer towards chaste kisses and stolen touches. In the bedroom, it would be different every time. Muriel would probably be a bit more rough with Julian, and a lot gentler with MC, while Julian would do his best to please both.

Julian x mc x Nadia:

Lots of fliratuous remarks, definitely lots of teasing as well. There would be plenty of late nights staring at the stars and getting into deep conversations or really silly ones. Lot's of games, and other entertaining activities. Bedroom scenes would be very fun, each person would probably switch from being dominant and submissive at different times.

Julian x mc x lucio:

whOo boy, very spicy and exciting, definitely very kinky. There would be very few moments of sentimental talk, most of it would be implied. There would never be a dull moment, in fact it would probably get pretty exhausting. Julian would always be getting the three of you into trouble, and lucio would always cause the three of you trouble. Expect many fight scenes, mostly in bars in other countries tbh.

Nadia x mc x muriel:

Unexpectedly, there would be a lot of conversation. The three of you would get into conversations that would last for hours, usually about theories and such. There would be times where one would create a conspiracy theory as a joke, and then it would be taken to a more serious level and you all would try to find a way it could be true. Bedroom times would be very slow-burning, and passionate, muriel may even possibly lead from time to time.

Nadia x mc x lucio:

Nadia and lucio would probably make quite a few snide, sarcastic jabs at eachother, but mc would keep the two civil with each other. Lots of garden walks, elaborate vacations, and MC would be spoiled rotten. Every event would be very fancy, Nadia and lucio would want to show MC off. Bedroom times would be super spicy and kinky, nadia and lucio would definitely take there time and tease MC. Nadia would make sure things didn't go too far, Lucio would probably try to take things too far. But, both would be very doting and loving towards MC, and to a lesser extent, eachother.

Nadia x mc x portia:

Tons of touching, cuddling, kissing, very physical and cute. Pretty public as well, but in a way that makes any onlookers go "awe, cute." Even if it is a little more than cute. Lots of light, happy conversations, that occasionally hint at deeper things, but no one aside from you three would understand. Anytime one gets overwhelmed, you three would "vanish." Not really. The three of you would actually just find some nice comfy secluded spot to take a breather and relax for a moment, sometimes by talking, cuddling, even just silently enjoying each others company, and of course the occasional spicy moment if the day calls for it. Bedroom times would be very loving, lots of teasing, the occasional giggle, and pretty extreme at times. Occasionally, it would last for up to two whole days.

Muriel x mc x lucio:

Another difficult one. Very rough, very kinky for sure. Lucio would be very proud of Muriel and MC, and constantly brag about you two, effectively embarrassing both of you. Muriel would be very reserved and quiet, very rarely speaking. In the bedroom, it would get pretty intense, MC would definitely have to keep lucio under control and somewhat contained. The three would eventually find a balance, and it would be smooth sailings from there, relatively speaking.

Muriel x mc x portia:

Super cute, Muriel would happily go along with portia and MC wherever and whenever. There would be many late night, moon lit excursions that portia would convince you all to go on, and Muriel would end up suggesting a place that he really enjoys going to. "The Animal Befrienders" would be this trio's name, because no matter where you three go, you always end up making friends with animals that you find or that find you. Bedroom scenes would be very interesting, to say the least. At first, there would be alot of confusion as you all tried to figure it out, but eventually you all would relax and just go with the flow. Muriel would actually probably end up leading eventually, with a lot of encouragement and coaxing from MC and Portia.

Portia x mc x lucio:

Lucio would be very very very flirtatious. At times, it would be almost uncomfortable, but portia would quickly shut it down if it got to that point. This trio would be very interesting, any onlookers would be fairly bewildered and confused at the sight. Lucio would not be aloud to take you two to any extravagant thing, or give either of you any super expensive gaudy accessories. Portia and MC would be very... Humbling for lucio. He would learn that he doesn't need to spend a ton of money, or have all the attention on him to be happy. There would be a lot of simple and cute adventures they would go on, portia would show the two of you all the hidden passage ways she knew about, surprising even lucio. Bedroom times would be very slow, hesitant at the start, but once the boundries are learnt, things would heat up very quickly.

Note:

So this one is super long, sorry haha! There are a few crack ships for sure, but I wanted to include every combination so no one would be left out! (Except Julian x mc x Portia cause that's kiiinda incest and I ain't about that) I clearly got carried away with some of them; originally each poly was going to be described using only one word! All the poly's involving lucio are either after his redemption arc, or an au where he isn't totally, ya know, evil I guess. I am down to write drabbles or short fics about any of these groups if any of you guys want to request them!

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