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crowtrobotx · 7 months

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A little stupid thank you to @grisailledreams for bein’ a good friend and also consistently supporting my mediocre writing, to the point where she gets mad if anyone beats her to being the first comment on a Chrysalis chapter lol. 💜 Ily.

This is largely just for her but because some of you care about Astarion and Karl/Kris, here’s a fun little crossover I decided to share on here rather than solely in private. Brynne is her OC, and Karl is a Dwarf artificer in BG3 because it’s funny and I said so.

Title: Feline Fancy

Words: 1301

Pairings: Astarion x OC, background BG3!verse Karl Heisenberg x OC (they’re also sometimes a polycule. Everyone is bi/pan and nothing matters.)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

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“Good Gods. It’s like watching a flea-ridden stray put on a show for scraps.”

“Astarion. Be nice.”

“I am being nice. I didn’t say the worse version that was rattling around in my head.”

Judging by the oppressive darkness and quiet that bore down on the little wilderness camp from all sides, it must have been somewhere in the wee hours of the morning by now. The crickets had stopped their shrieking, at least, although Brynne’s light plucks at her lute sounded unnaturally loud in the stillness. Between the heavy sensation pulling at his eyelids from the cheap wine - Baldur’s Grape, what a joke - and the buzzing sensation in his blood still present from feeding on an unfortunate bandit earlier, Astarion was trapped in a strange chasm between exhaustion and mania, one that was making him exceedingly grouchy. The sight of the pair on the other side of the bonfire wasn’t helping - even against the bright orange glow of flame he could make them out, and fuck he couldn’t escape from the sound of the infuriating giggles.

The party hadn’t known each other that long. They were still feeling each other out, which sometimes led to awkward situations like tonight, where the quartet had argued about the watch schedule to the point that they had all decided to stay awake out of pure spite.

Though he would stake himself before he admitted it, he trusted Brynne’s judgment, for the most part. If she said their two new companions were a value to their cause, then so be it. It was true that the elves’ talents, while useful, were better suited to petty thievery than full on adventuring. Having an exceptionally angry outlander who regularly threw fully grown men over bar tables and a deeply insane artificer with a moral backbone best described as “jelly-like” at least gave them a fighting chance.

But did the Dwarf have to be so damn dramatic?

Karl had announced (loudly, far too loudly) to the group that he was going to bed some time ago before sauntering off to the tent he and his partner shared. Kris, a Barbarian woman and the partner in question, had simply shrugged and continued sharpening the monstrous greataxe she bore that was almost as tall as Astarion himself. When she hadn’t followed after an hour, Karl had poked his head back out with the look of an petulant child plastered on his face, sighed loudly, gone back inside, sighed even louder, and then stomped back outside to plop down in the grass at Kris’s side.

If Astarion didn’t know better, he’d have almost said that she’d smirked at the display, as if she’d quietly concocted the whole thing herself. Cheeky. A few minutes passed in silence - rare for the party - before Karl wordlessly flopped to his side, head landing squarely in the Barbarian’s lap.

What had followed was the expected quick bickering that the couple seemed to use as some twisted variety of foreplay, culminating with Kris abandoning her task and begrudgingly beginning to scratch her short nails through his silvery hair and beard. The Dwarf, apparently not content with merely acting like a lap animal, proceeded to debase himself further by periodically rotating and shifting to ensure that she reached the right spots and making sounds that wouldn’t have sounded out of place coming from a content Owlbear.

Astarion wanted to vomit.

“It’s pathetic,” Astarion said, taking another swig of the dry red. “Truly, truly sad.”

Brynne sighed at his side and set her lute to lean against the fallen log they were sat upon. She’d been trying to tune it to little avail - the strings badly needed replaced, but they were so far from refined civilization at the moment that just getting the instrument to survive until the next backwater luthier popped up would be an achievement.

“Well, I think it’s sweet.” The pale pink of her skin was lovely in the firelight, and the deep green of her wavy hair made it seem to blend into the dark of the sky overhead. She was ethereal, beautiful, too good to be in the situation they’d found themselves - which meant, for Astarion, that she was also infuriating.

“You would,” he sneered. “You think everything is sweet. Remember when we passed by that ridiculous Tiefling caravan a few weeks ago? You burst into tears at the sight of the pseudodragon hatchling they had in that cage.”

“It was so small!” Brynne whined. She covered her face with her hands and groaned. “I just wanted to bite it!”

“And there! Hypocrisy! You’re always chastising me when I say the same thing.”

“Because you mean bite as in ‘break skin and drain blood.’ I mean bite in the way that you chomp on a baby’s chubby cheeks. It’s different.”

Astarion rolled his eyes. He lifted the goblet to his lips once more and was vexed to find it empty. He was pretty sure the only alcohol left was the Barbarian’s whiskey flask, and even he wasn’t arrogant (or stupid) enough to ask her to share. It seemed he’d have to greet the morning sober. What a shame.

Another low chuckle from Kris. Another contented sigh from Karl. It was maddening.

“Why does she put up with it?” he mused aloud. “He acts like this all the time - like if he doesn’t get attention for ten minutes he’ll burst into flame! And she enables it!”

Brynne didn’t respond. She only turned her blue-eyed gaze to him and raised a brow, waiting for him to continue.

“It’s just…. Baffling! How did he even feed himself before meeting her? What’ll we do if Kris has to go off on her own for a few days? I’m certainly not going to give him head scratches like he’s the world’s most bedraggled mutt. It’ll be like having a full time job! If the rest of us adults can get by without being pampered like child emperors, the Dwarf should be more than capable.”

Brynne blinked.

“You want to get petted, too.”

“Indeed.”

Astarion rolled onto his back and settled his tousle of white curls into Brynne’s lap. The Wood Elf laughed, like a high ringing bell, and clicked her tongue. “You’re certain you’re not some kind of polymorphed cat?”

“If I am, you’re the sucker who can’t resist getting a good purr out of me.”

The night hid whatever blush might have blossomed on Brynne’s cheeks. She lightly slapped his hand and settled back, ready to get comfortable until the dawn bled color into the sky.

“No beard, so I’ll have to just focus on your hair, if it pleases your majesty.”

“Do be careful not to mess it up that much. I put a lot of effort into looking flawless, you know.”

“Too bad it’s not working.”

“You wound me, my lady.”

Brynne snorted. “Fair is fair, you blood sucking charlatan.”

She threaded her fingers through his curls, the gentle scratch of nails on his scalp eliciting a light shiver that shook its way down his spine. Once again, he’d rather go back to eating rats than confess just how chuffed he was to have her full, adoring and undivided attention, even for a moment. Come morning, the focus would be back on surviving the mountain pass, rationing supplies, trying not to attract the attention of whatever ancient things lurked in the shadowy crevasses that loomed overhead.

He still had doubts - still found himself occasionally wanting to run off and risk his chances alone. But, to his delight and horror, those desires grew weaker with each passing day, each passing swipe of her hands across his head.

Astarion shut his eyes, lips pulling into an easy and content smile, and missed the loving yet exasperated head shakes exchanged between Brynne and Kris from across the fire.

#this is so hyper specific to our interests/OCs and I do not care #okay to rb/share but bg3 fandom if you start acting like clowns on this you will get blocked <3 #same with re8 fandom but most of you left are cool so I’m less concerned there

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juspeczyk · 9 months

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btw since this is My HouseTM here's a list of blorbos from my brain. i've been burnt the fuck out on art this year but by god these ocs are still kicking and someday i'll make more art about them. pwease do send me asks or something about them cause i really would love to make stuff for them i just don't have the executive function to decide what rn

fantasy daydreaming child -> fantasy ttrpg adult pipeline. polycule of magical girl superheroes in college + their social circle. main cast is siobhan-therese (goth, english major), talia (jock, journalism and/or sports medicine), drew (alt girl, taking a gap year), and rowan (granola girl, probably majoring in environmental science or something that will save the earth). the main four are a magical girl group who have to balance saving the world with college and 20something social dramas. also features lilah (siobhan-therese and talia's ex who is a total mean girl but still secretly has feelings for them both), wyllow (an even alt-er alt girl who is drew's "apprentice" but nobody really knows what that means), syd (lichrally just sidney from scream, she got adopted by the group because they were like oh she is such a poor little meow meow) and talia's younger sister who i haven't decided on a name for yet.

superhero universe that started as a chemistry project when i was in high school where we had to like, anthropomorphize a certain element in order to learn about the periodic table, so of COURSE i made it gay and comics. includes the above magical girls and another group of supers in college, except these ones are more sciencey. main character is nicki walton (can change her flesh into a superdense metallic substance, kind of like how emma frost can become a diamond) and her co-supers valentina foster-nguyen (half alien, can shoot sparkle rays and stuff), basira baz/the all-seeing girl (psychic/teleporter), silver star (haven't decided on a name yet, he's basically ghost rider but a cowboy instead of a biker), and liz doe (ghost girl who is also a toxic slime girl, can become intangible like kitty pryde, started as a villain but turned good cause she fell in love with nicki). she has a whole rogues gallery but the main villain is adam huxley, nicki's old lab partner who tried to kill her but instead gave her superpowers.

juno and milos. started as a college project in my comics class and has never left. root of my dnd homebrew world. she's a hunter turned knight, he's a cursed prince, they're in love, she kills his dad, it's a whole thing. i am perpetually trying to write a graphic novel about it.

gary stu vamp boy. his name is matthew monroe and he used to be vegan 😔 he got briefly mildly famous for accidentally filming his own attack where he was "mauled by a rabid dog", then "mistakenly" pronounced dead and buried "alive", then managed to crawl out of his own grave. he now works as the night manager of the local video store and has a big fixer-upper house where all the local cryptids crash. his best friend is a butch werewolf.

edmund fredericks. he's definitely not an axe murderer! probably exists as a historical figure in matthew's universe.

colette coupe. caricature of evil french ladies. eviscerated her husband but he managed to slit her throat before fully dying and now they're both ghosts who thrive on drama. somehow they ended up in matthew's house (idk cursed item or something) and they all despise each other.

#piri oc #piri.txt #this does not include my rpg ocs or dc takes cause those are in different universes ofc. these guys are all mostly in the same universe :3c #juno and milos' world/my dnd homebrew world exists as a monthly comic in the vampire/superhero/etc. extended universe #i don't know if the superheroes and cryptids are in the same universe or if the superheroes exist as a comic there too 🤔

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invisibleraven · 1 year

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exploring old castles, monuments, tourist attractions for the Greater Polyphantoms Polycule because it would be so chaotic

It was Flynn and Alex who brought up the idea first. They were on the last leg of their European tour, had a free day and they were close to the estate where their favourite period drama was filmed. Julie didn't see any issue with the outing, anything to breathe fresh air after tour buses, hotels, and stadiums for weeks on end.

Reggie was tickled by the idea of getting to sample afternoon tea, and Luke agreed to come only after his partners turned on their best pleading expressions. Willie and Carrie had been unable to come this tour, so he didn't want to be left alone in the hotel all day.

"It's not haunted is it?' he asked. "Because we agreed no haunted places until we shoot Reggie's weird Backstreet Boys homage."

"It's a cinematic masterpiece!" Reggie called back from where he was fixing his hair in the mirror.

"You're just jealous I claimed the sexy mummy part," Alex smirked, causing Luke to stick his tongue out at him.

"Alright children, let's behave, we're about to go to the home of a honest to goodness member of the gentry okay?" Flynn demanded. "Best behaviour!"

"Do you think it'll have a secret passage?' Reggie asked as they pulled up. "I've always wanted to find a secret passage."

"I sincerely doubt it cariño," Julie said placatingly. "But we can certainly ask."

"Well it's not nearly as fun if I know where it is ahead of time," Reggie pouted.

Once they got there, they were directed to rooms where they could change into replicas of period dress, a perk that Flynn had chosen and not told any of them about. Thankfully it didn't include corsets for the girls, but Luke grumbled about the layers and the restrictive sleeves when he emerged in the smart suit he'd been forced into.

"You look real dapper though," Reggie stated, straightening his lapels and pulling him in for a tiny kiss.

"Come on, let's stroll the gardens," Julie suggested, taking their arms, Alex and Flynn falling in line behind them.

The grounds were lovely, Julie cooing over the flowers blooming in abundance there, while the guys soon scattered off to observe the game of cricket being played. Reggie turned out to be pretty adept at it, while Luke missed every ball and Alex only did marginally better.

"Still better than you at basketball," he grumbled to Reggie.

"Sour grapes," Reggie replied, blowing him a kiss.

Flynn and Alex teamed up to see the filming sets while the other three perused the library, Luke almost falling asleep in a sunny spot while Julie poked at the various titles on display. Reggie shook him gently, smiling as Luke yawned.

"Sorry, you know this isn't really my thing."

"Mine either, I'm just here for the food," Reggie replied, but then pointed at Julie. "But look how happy she is. That makes it worth it."

Luke looked over to where the sun caught in Julie's smile, and sighed. "Yeah, it really does."

Finally it was time for tea, and they sat down at the table, admiring the spread. Flynn delighted in the fine china, while Alex made a face once he actually tried the tea, switching to the water glass beside it. "Blech no, how do the English do that every day?"

"Lots of sugar," Julie replied as she sipped daintily from her cup.

Reggie happily devoured every scone, biscuit, and sandwich offered to him, and even Luke admitted the food was more than worth the uncomfortable suit.

That didn't stop him from almost yelling with happiness once he was back in his regular clothes though-after Alex demanded a picture of all of them together of course.

"Admit it, you had fun," Flynn said, elbowing his side.

"I always have fun spending time with all of you," Luke replied. "Even when it's not my thing, you guys being happy is what's important."

"Awww, you sap," Alex said, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss to the temple, then pushing Luke away.

"Next time we'll find you a real haunted house," Reggie promised. "Where does one find one of those anyways?"

"Pasadena?" Julie suggested.

"Sounds good," Luke replied. "Pasadena it is."

#filled prompts #ficlet #the greater phantoms polycule #julie and the phantoms

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thebumblebeesystem · 7 months

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So, I went from suddenly playing every day and being on tumblr often to suddenly withdrawing. And it’s taken some time for me to figure out that the reason why was more than just a temporary flare of my chronic stuff.

This is gonna talk heavily about DID (dissociative identity disorder), so I’ll explain some things first for anyone who’s not familiar with it. But before I do that, I'll do a TLDR and put the rest behind a 'keep reading' to spare you from a long post.

TLDR: Our system had a host change. Our name is Bee now. We made a new ffxiv character. Our system's other characters still exist and those system members will sto do their own gposes, so you'll still see Baylen, B'Elarra, B'Elano, and the like. But we're making some changes to our main polycule.

Instead of B'Elarra/Haurchefant/Aymeric/Estinien, we're going to split it up. It's going to be B'Elarra/Haurchefant (still Haurchefant lives AU), Bee/Aymeric, and Estinien/someone else that we haven't figured out yet. Reason being, we're polyamorous irl but we have trauma with it, and gposing polyamory all the time in our main ship was triggering us. Also gposing B'Elarra/Aymeric was giving us some body image issues, and we want to gpose him with a fat disabled non-binary wol instead. But if B'Elarra misses gposing with Aymeric over time, they can still do an AU for their gposes. It just won't be the primary thing they do.

Long version:

Okay, defining some DID terms first:

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System member: Our word for ‘alter.’ Think of it as multiple people sharing the same body and mind.

Host: Like a dinner party host. The person in the system who runs the table, and manages who goes to and from it, seeing to everyone’s needs.

Front: The person in the system who drives the body. Consider it like… the person driving a car.

Co-front: The other people in the system who drive the body to a lesser degree. Consider it like someone in the passenger seat reaching over and holding the steering wheel sometimes. Or one person being given the task of the turn signal, or something. Not the primary drivers, but still people who have some degree of control.

Co-conscious: The other people in the system who are around and aware, but not in control of the body. Passengers in the car. If they want the body to do something, they need to ask the fronter to do it. And if the fronter says no, then they’re simply out of luck. So the fronter has a responsibility to be fair to the co-conscious system members.

Split: Consider it like… a slime in a game reproducing. There’s one slime and then it splits apart and then there’s two. There’s one system member and then, either slowly or quickly, a new system member splits off from them and becomes their own unique person.

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So, basically, while we’ve been in our little isolation… our former host split off into a new one, and we had a host change that kind of jumbled things up both in real life, and in-game.

B’Elarra (she/they) was formerly our host and our social media manager. She’s still around, but to a much lesser degree now. Our new host is named Bee (they/them). Looking back on it, we can see both irl and in-game how Bee slowly started to split off from B’Elarra. But we didn’t realize it was happening for a while, because it was very subtle.

So at some point, Bee kind of took over without any of us noticing, and couldn’t relate to B’Elarra’s character. We felt the pull to make a new character but we didn’t know why we felt that way. And we’re fed up with having to pay in both time and in money every time a system member wants a character of their own. So the others in the system said no to making a new character. And since this was a weird transition period, Bee was both a mix of fronting and co-conscious, a sort of halfway state between the two as they slowly learned how to take over, so they couldn’t simply go and make their own character themself. Even if they could have, we try not to defy each other like that and to talk through decisions that affect us all, so they wouldn't have done it while all the others said no.

Imagine like, you want to play ffxiv but you’re told you can’t play your own character. You have to play someone else’s, you have to inherit their whole headcanon and gposing and everything, and you can’t relate to it. Plus, that character triggers your trauma in multiple ways. I doubt you’d wanna play very much, either. So we disappeared from the game, and from tumblr, because our choices were either play a character we aren't feeling into or go play something else.

But, thankfully, we figured this out before that big sale ended. So Bee made a character - a Highlander since none of us have played one yet. They have our memories from ffxiv so they’re familiar with the story, and they used the sale to get the story and a class or two to 80, as well as catching up on some outfits and emotes and such. And we’ve been slowly working on catching them up on things, their grand company and getting them trade mentor and unlocking stuff and whatever.

We’ve also been trying to figure out how to work Bee into our story and our gposing and such in a way that keeps B’Elarra happy.

Bee and B’Elarra have both agreed that we’re going to shuffle things around to divide up our fictional polycule. Because the thing is, we’re polyamorous irl, but due to an abusive polyamorous relationship 5 years ago, gposing the polycule of 4 - B’Elarra/Haurchefant/Aymeric/Estinien - set off our flashbacks bigtime almost every time we gposed them. And we were just having trouble writing the logistics of it. B’Elarra wanted to be in Camp Dragonhead after Heavensward with Haurchefant, but felt compelled to stay in Ishgard for Aymeric, and she had a lot of trouble balancing both relationships.

B’Elarra/Aymeric was also triggering some other stuff from our past. We kept feeling like “Aymeric would never notice or want to be with someone like me if this were real,” and it’s a feeling we’ve seen a lot of our followers have as well. In this case, “someone like me” was someone fat, disabled, and non-binary. And out of all of the Aymeric shippers we follow… very few have fat wols, and even fewer have ones that aren’t feminine, and even fewer have wols that are disabled. B’Elarra is naturally pretty dainty and feminine and able-bodied in-game, and shipping her with Aymeric was just doing bad things in our head.

So, fuck it. Bee will be fat, non-binary, and disabled. We’ll make our own representation, help ourselves with it, and hopefully help others in the process.

Anyway. So yeah, B’Elarra is going to be with Haurchefant (still a Haurchefant lives AU) and Bee is going be with Aymeric. Estinien will get someone else, we’re not sure who yet. We have ideas of him meeting a Roegadyn man in the Far East who introduces him to dried squid, and it takes him a while to realize that when he misses dried squid, he's missing the person who introduced him to it as much as he's missing the food. D'aww.

We’ll still have some poly ships. Lucia/genderfluid!Maxima/someone, B’Elano/G’raha/Erenville, and whoever else comes up naturally. It’s just for our main ship, we can’t be having polyamory in our gposes so often dredging our trauma back up.

Hopefully with this, we'll be able make our way back to being active. At least after we get this initial grind of unlocking things taken care of and can start playing again. This isn't the only game we're shuffling around to accommodate a new host, either, so it'll take some time in our other games as well. We'll likely still be quiet for a time as we continue adjusting to the host change both irl and in all of our games. We're also getting some meds adjusted, and things are going to be a little wonky from that for a time. But things should be only getting better from here.

So, yeah, hi, missed you all, that's why we've been quiet.

#ffxiv #did ramblings

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babymagi · 2 years

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Random Shippy Headcanons With My Favs 💕

Hakuryuu actively loses braincells whenever he's around Morgiana, like he'll be emo or whatever when he's by himself or with others, but the second Morgiana enters the room this man is so in love with her that he just becomes so stupid and it's adorable

^^ Actually this is a hereditary thing because Hakuei does this with Yamraiha, Kougyoku does it with Myron, Koumei with Spartos, etc

Every single time they're out in public Myron HAS to let everyone know how awesome Kougyoku is, she'll say stuff like "Yes have you met my beautiful wonderful girlfriend the EMPRESS of the Kou Empire?!" and it flustered Kougyoku to no end

Tsugumi and Kojiro 100% stalk Michiru and Musashi's dates, they'll pull the sitting at a table a little bit away from them wearing sunglasses and fake mustaches and watching to make sure nothing goes wrong. They think they're being sneaky, but they really are incredibly obvious. Musashi is endless embarrassed by this but Michiru thinks it's sweet

Alibaba and Judar DESPISE being separated for long periods of time so if there's a point where they have to be away from each other for a while they are ENDLESSLY clingy for at least a day when they reunite

All Fanalis are biters, it's their love language. Hakuryuu and Kougyoku will constantly have random teeth imprints literally anywhere. Muu and Lo'lo get it the worst on both ends

Alibaba has a very hard time saying no to Judar, just in general. Usually that's just going out to eat whenever and wherever Judar suggests, or buying him things that he wants, or dropping whatever he's doing to cuddle/watch movies/makeout, etc

Sphintus wore a bandana ONCE to get his hair out of his face for some homework or something and the next day Titus gifted him like seven different ones because he thought Sphintus looked cute like that

Yamraiha will make nerdy and geeky jokes and Hakuei is the only one who laughs, Yamraiha takes it as a compliment because that means Hakuei actually listens to her when she rambles about this kind of stuff

So I have my crackheaded Musashi-Kojiro-Tsugumi-Michiru polycule thing which is absolutely perfect for a cuddle puddle so with that specific ship dynamic they absolutely cuddle and share a bed every chance they get

Ugo and Arba once teamed up to put Sheba's hair in really pretty and elaborate braids and Solomon nearly had a heart attack when he saw her, 100% mistook her for some kind of goddess

Judar gives Hakuryuu advice on how to be a good boyfriend sometimes but Hakuryuu's always like 'no what that's weird why would i do that Morgiana would hate me' and then fucking tries some of the shit anyways and gets hella embarrassed. Morgiana isn't complaining much

Hinahoho is very good at recognizing when Rurumu needs a break and, without saying a word, will take all of the kids off her hands and take them out so she can have a little time to herself to relax or just needs the kids to be away so she can get stuff done. Sinbad referred to this as 'babysitting' once and Hinahoho nearly ripped him a new one about how it's not babysitting it's him being a good father and a good husband

Kougyoku gets cold easily and sleeps with like six blankets while Myron, who gets warm easily, is sleeping ontop of all of these blankets but still snuggling as close as she can to her girlfriend

Seiroku is probably like the sole doctor in the obsidian eight and likely takes care of everyone if they get hurt badly or sick, but he usually does it quickly and begrudgingly, usually doesn't do any coaxing or sugarcoating... except with Shiro. When it's Shiro Seiroku always super gentle and talkative and making sure he's constantly checked up on so he can properly heal. Shiro has absolutely called out this hypocrisy but isn't complaining since Seiroku also brings him food when he's sick

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princess-of-the-corner · 1 year

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Can you make a Master Post for decided ships in CC? I keep forgetting.

Fair enough.

I haven't tagged most of them on CC itself because I haven't really. Set them up too well yet for me to feel comfortable tagging them yet.

But there's a few that either I like or y'all keep suggesting that I've decided to lean towards even if I haven't had a chance to write them yet.

Also I do have some polycules planned so to quickly explain the type, we're using the 'Periodic Table of Polycules' image as a reference.

Izuku/Ochako/Katsuki/Shoto/Eijiro (Unicorn Type Polycule)

Aizawa/Present Mic/Kuroboro

Shinso/Kaminari, Kaminari/Jiro, Jiro/Momo (Fluid Chain Type Polycule)

Hatsume/Iida, Iida/Sero (Vee Type Polycule)

Fumikage/Shoji

Eimi/Tsu

Himiko/Hagakure

Tetsutetsu/Monoma

Inko/All Might

I miiiight toss in some Hawks/Dabi at some point because I'm a sucker for that hot mess of a bad decision.

Mirio/Tamaki/Nejire (Triad Type Polycule)

Idk if it counts but All Might and David Shield absolutely had something going on in like a 'we aren't quite exes because we were never together but we were absolutely in love' vibes.

Literally just saw Fuyumi/Miruko content and now my brain is coming up with an elaborate way to have them meet somehow and have a side-romance

Fuck it let’s toss in the last Todoroki sibling: I accidentally made an OC to ship Natsuo with so if you look at the OC list there’s Yosuke.

Idk what the fuck is happening anymore with the Endeavor/Rei/Midnight/Miss Joke/Snipe/Selkie situation and you know what they can do whatever they want forever

Everyone/fucking therapy

I think that's it for now. Will come find and update this with updates.

#CC Ship Masterpost

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shcherbatskya · 2 years

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Who would you invite to a dinner party, living or dead? (I'm genuinely curious now after seeing your post lmao)

OMG HI HI HI <3 so im laying out ground rules first to establish a control system to get that out of the way. there’s gotta be a universal translator. i have a very limited knowledge of latin and that’s kind of a bridge language but only for a certain period of history. so i want to be able to understand everyone. no one can kill each other (or me!) this is very important. keeping all debates verbal. this is also a casual dinner party like we are friends, not a formal ordeal, or a glorified socratic seminar.

rules out of the way i can get into it. i’ll try and go chronologically (newest to oldest), but i don’t know dates sooo well so i might fudge it a little bit. okay. mike duncan, my history teacher from last year, and steven saylor are my mediators pretty much, i wouldn’t want this to get out of hand. i don’t really have a theme for this one (i could go insane thinking of themed dinner party guests if you want to keep me occupied for a few hours.) so im just going with whoever. oh also tom stoppard. okay i don’t even really care about modern people other than those four listed, so im already moving back. jean paul sartre, simone de beauvoir, and albert camus (the existential polycule.) are all my modern philosophers. to add some intellectual conversation and also relationship drama. back again! i know nothing of people here in this era (ww1/ww2) thar i would want to invite to my party so. going back further. billy the kid (no killing people rule important here!) for my american west moment, further back i invite Robespierre and lafayette. I FORGOT ABOUT RASPUTIN HES HERE TOO.

even further back from there; (we’re in like renaissance-ey times now.) this is where i start to go crazy. my dear dear friends the philosophers/writers; shakespeare, dante, da vinci, petrarch, and descartes (so i can debate him and win.) the rulers: mary queen of scots, catherine howard, and lady jane gray. and joan of arc just because i think she’s sooo cool. also Benedetta Carlini thee lesbian nun. now it’s medieval times. umm. Peter Abelard and Héloïse d'Argenteuil, empress theodora, and Geoffrey Chaucer.

NOW ITS ANCIENT TIMES AND IM GOING FULLY INSANE. elagabalus, augustus, and agrippa, for leaders from the roman empire. and oh no it’s the republic… cicero because i think he would hate me and it would be funny, clodia because she’s my bestie beloved, mark antony because he’s LITERALLY fun at parties, cleopatra, mark antony’s boy bestie curio, yk what just for giggles julius caesar can come too also for giggles sulla can also be there. those are all my political figures now im getting into the arts. (read: poets.) ovid, he’s my dear friend, vergil, catullus, tibullus, sulpicia (BOTH of them.), and lucan.

further back than that! sappho of course can also come, homer can come too but only if he tells me the truth that he actually was in prison and he told the story of the iliad to the prisoners in prison. the guy who wrote the epic of gilgamesh, and ea nasir are also there.

that concludes who i would invite!!! you can ask me what happens while they’re all there and slash or how im setting up dinner tables because i will elaborate if prompted, but i hope you enjoyed my list <3

#this is. long but i take this seriously.#samael speaks #angel radio

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captainflirt · 5 years

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A very real periodic table of polycules (up to 4 players).

#polyamory #polycules #relationships #polyamourous #polylove #periodic table #yes i love triads #and quads

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kakusu-shipping · 2 years

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Can you put more detail into the Reconnected Scrybe Polycule? The idea that all four of the Scrybes fall in love with the same person and bring them all back together. I’m fawning over this idea and I want to hear more of your ideas! You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course. It’s totally up to you. Have a good rest of your day/night.

Hello??? Hello???? Yes I for sure can, Bestie!!!!

Er. Maybe. It's been a while and special interests have changed but I am ALWAYS ready to ramble about a polycule and the Scrybes are no exception. More specific questions would help but for now I'll try and get down all I have atm.

Okay so for this polycule timeline I have Save State, Calling Card, Winter Weather, and Future's Forecast. I never got around to writing Grimora's interaction with this reader specifically, and maybe one day I will, as Grimora really deserves more X Readers, but anyway.

Leshy falls in love with you first, he loves the fastest, and he was the first to meet you. He loved you the moment you sat at his table. It's a quiet love, showed in games and puzzles and cards. Affection through time spent near you, affection returned through playing his love crafted game. He'd put his everything into making sure you are entertained and having fun. He does not eat, he does not sleep, he hardly leaves his home. What if you were to come again and he was not there? He couldn't imagine such a thing. But if you asked him to go on a walk, he would not mind leaving the game for a period. If you held his hand and led him through other lands, or asked about his forests, or ran faster than he thought you could, he'd run after you. He'd answer your questions. He'd lay in the sun and laugh with you and remember how nice it feels to love outside a game.

Magnificus is second. He finds your presence annoying, a nuisance, a pain and a bother. When you don't show he's anxious and snappy, he's harsh and cold and irritable. When you come to bother him his shoulders relax, and while he huffs and grumbles about wasting your time, he feels more at ease with you nearby. These are, of course, things he'd never admit to. He'll draw you, sketch you in the margins of his sketch book, paint you delicately on his canvas. He'll deny it all. His tender heart for you he'll hide behind grumbles and sighs of annoyance. Glares and huffs. But if you were to rest against him while he worked, he wouldn't mind.

It starts to get more Poly when Grimora gets involved, as she was the original glue of the polycule, and she's the on to move things forward. She talks to the others more often, has tea and plays games with them separate, and she can tell when they've fall in love with the player, though Magnificus denies so. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she's invited you over for tea to see what the big deal is and. Oh. Oh you. She finds herself laughing in your company, loosing track of time between games, wanting to keep you over and dress you up and pamper you so delicately. And unlike the two before her, Grimora will act on her feelings. She'll woo you and make her flirting obvious, and if you were to protest, state affections for Leshy or Magnificus, she'll profess her own affections for them as well. She'll show you the old photos and the gifts and rings or her past, and she'll love you along side whoever you may choose.

P03 is always the one I have a rough time writing for, because I think he needs a LOT of time and care. He needs patients and calm and quiet, and maybe he's a little hateful and harsh, and maybe he's even worse around the other scrybe, bu it's mostly fear. A fear he hates to admit too, but genuine fear only someone hurt so horribly by someone they loved feels. He'll let you get close, because at least your fun to play with, sometimes. And you follow the rules of the game, and maybe fix some things around the factory here and there. He'll let himself enjoy your company, and he'll try not to bad mouth your partner's too much, because you don't deserve that. He's not heartless, and he's not cold, or closed off, not after seeing you so much. So when he's finally willing to admit to himself how he feels about you, he'll tell you. And he'll trust you when you say the other's have changed. He'll take your hand and go to see them and trust you that it'll all be okay.

It really is getting P03 back into the polycule that's the hardest part. Grimora and Leshy still hold an almost silbing-like affection for one another, and Mags and Grimora never REALLY broke it off in the first place. It's you, then, who leads P03 back, gets him to trust in them by trusting in you. And while it'll never be the same as it once was, that may be a good thing. As now you're here; Their beloved player.

#Inscryption #Hello main tag I am BACK #Leshy X Reader #Magnificus X Reader #P03 X Reader #Grimora X Reader #X Reader tags my beloveds #Does the Scrybe polycule have a ship name? It should #The main point to this is the healing of P03 like that's the part that the reader is really here for #And to bring humanity back to Leshy who's gone over the deep end but like kfdjgkdsfg #Kaycee could have done that too she actually softened him up for you so. You're welcome.#She also might have made him harsher at the same time by vanishing on him so kdjgkjdsgksd Thanks Kaycee #I see Grimora a lot as being the backbone for the Polycule just because. She's the extrovert?#She's the one to say he asked for no pickles #Except she wouldn't because she loves bullying Leshy it's a polycule pass time #Magnificus is neither officially in or officially out of the polycule #As he never OFFICIALLY broke it off with Grimora but he also never admitted his affections to you #but he does follow the group around so like. He's there.#And if you kissed him he'd kiss back #Gimora/Leshy has a very sibling like dynamic as in she is bullying him #And I love that for them #Thankyou thankyou for asking please feel free to ask more if you want more #The more specific the question the better as it helps me condense my thoughts #Save State was originally written platonic but as I made more for the series I kinda faded from that #Brainrot brainrot take me back #Long post #kinda #Emile's Writing

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themonotonysyndrome · 3 years

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REDACTED verse - Who you gonna call?

Prompt: Any Fandom|Any Characters or Pairing|Things that Go Bump in the Night

Word Count: 5,958

Author/Team: LadyMonotone

Fandom/Original: Redacted ASMR (Gavin/Damien/Huxley/Lasko/Freelancer + Caelum)

Rating: T

Triggers: Profanity. Explicit implications.

Summary: The D.A.M.N. boys and the Freelancer finally bought the house of their dreams. The problem is, it might be haunted.

ConCrit: Y

This will be my first ever attempt to write a polycule relationship between the Freelancer and their boys. This is an AU where they've all graduated from D.A.M.N and are together after the Freelancer and Gavin made it official. Each of them holds a job that they love and had been planning to buy a house together.

Also, I just realised that I hadn't written anything spooky during Halloween, so here ya go!

The Freelancer is currently trying to understand just how they got here, hovering near the door after Damien kicked it down in all his righteous fury with only Gavin to serve as a backup in case fists start flying inside the HOA office. While they're fretting on whether or not to save the board members, Gavin smirks as Damien reenacts the chaos that can only come from the Romans political debate.

As the heated bickering continues, the Freelancer's memories playback like a film reel. Everything started with a simple statement that they put on the table on a Friday night a year after they graduated.

"We should plan on getting our dream house soon!"

When Gavin and the Freelancer discuss at length how much attracted they are towards their friends, Gavin proposes that they sit down with Damien, Lasko and Huxley to discuss the possibilities of dating one another.

So they invite them over to their apartment for dinner after a hectic exam week.

When the Freelancer confesses their feelings for their friends in the middle of dessert, their reactions are entertaining, to put it mildly. Damien flustered so badly that spark appeared on his fingertips, Lasko gasped so loudly that a gust of wind knocked their coffee table and TV down, and the apartment shook a little when Huxley's heart skipped a beat.

Gavin certainly enjoyed the lust enveloping the apartment when each of the boys returned the Freelancer's confession.

Once they and Gavin opened their relationship with their friends, they all underwent a trial adjustment period. They all learned how to have a healthy polyamorous relationship through constant research, and having Gavin as their teacher certainly helped. Constant communication and many compromising moments lead them all into an official romantic relationship in just half a year.

And by the time they all graduated, their relationship continued to grow even stronger.

But living in an apartment with five freshly graduated students proved to be a challenge. They react to one another as roommates well enough once Damien produces the chart assigned chores that they all can get behind and that Huxley and Gavin enjoy cooking up a feast for their lovers. But in terms of space-wise? Yeah, the apartment quickly becomes like a tight can of sardines.

So the Freelancer decided to broke the question on a Friday. Dinner was delicious; spicy stir-fry smoked duck meat with bowls of rice, a stack of lettuce and cabbage for wraps, as well as a few plates of cheese omelette accompanied by a pitcher of iced green tea. Huxley blushed but smiled proudly when the Freelancer couldn't stop moaning about how good the food was. The others were quick to throw compliments to the chef too.

"Y-You want us to move out?" Lasko asks; his hands are busy filling the lettuce with rice, chives and some meat. He wraps them up into a tight ball before stuffing the food into his mouth. He nods in thanks when the Freelancer passes him a cold glass of green tea to wash it down.

"Mm-hmm!"

"With what money?" Damien interjects, bewildered at the Freelancer's sudden suggestion. When he catches Huxley's bowl of rice is nearly emptied, he scoops some more into it from the rice cooker. Huxley beams and thank him with a quick peck on the cheek. Damien rolls his eyes but lets out a tiny smile before he returns to the conversation. "We just started working, not to mention our savings aren't enough to cover for anything but emergencies."

"Well, not right now. Maybe in the future when we're all a bit more financially secure." The Freelancer amended. They lazily sip on their drink, stomach pleasantly full from three bowls of rice. The rest made quick work of finishing their meal.

"With that in mind, I suppose it's prudent of us to start doing our research on what kind of house we want," Gavin adds in his two cents. He laced his fingers to rest his chin. "Here's my preference; as long as we invest in a bed that doesn't break when we pile in, you'll hear no complaint from me. Just the opposite."

Beside him, Lasko coughs at the memory of what happened to their last bed. Gavin chuckles and high-fives the Freelancer as Lasko's cheeks steadily turn red. Damien sighs at their antics but goes over to help Lasko settles down while Huxley passes some napkins to them.

The Freelancer and their boys (minus Gavin) tentatively step into the world of adulthood the moment each of them holds their first-ever career.

Lasko is now officially a professor teaching Magical Taxonomy at D.A.M.N for first-year students; they're all very proud of how grown he has become as a person. Damien is gunning for the position of Dean of D.A.M.N to change their magical community for the better, and if anyone can do it, they all believe it's him. Huxley also took a teaching position, but instead of D.A.M.N, he teaches at the local Empowered elementary school to help young kids control their magic; every day, he returns home covered with stickers and a cheerful smile.

Gavin also found something he enjoys doing; he plays as one of the liaisons between the Chorus in Aria and D.U.M.P. They're happy for him; he finally has a way to enjoy the best of both worlds. As for the Freelancer, they decided to become a Healer under a Vampire from the Solaire Clan as part of their career.

For freshly graduated students, they're off to a good start!

"I guess there's no harm in planning early," Damien agreed, once dinner was over; his voice easily carried throughout the apartment. The Freelancer and Lasko were washing up the dishes while Damien wiped the table. Gavin and Huxley are preparing the living room for their monthly movie date night. "There's a lot we need to do. Shall we take some time this weekend to research and going over what sort of house we're looking for?"

"I'm down for it!" The Freelancer replies as Lasko wipe their hands dry using the tea towel.

"My Mums might have some realtor numbers they trust. I'll give them a call later."

"Thanks, Hux. The more help we can get, the better."

And with that, everyone has a goal for the future.

They did it. They finally did it. After four long years of intense budgeting, moving around their shared savings and applying for the perfect mortgage, the Freelancer and their lovers finally bought their dream house!

It took quite a long time for them to compromise on the location and house type: the Freelancer wants a big space for them to run around, Huxley wants a good backyard for BBQ parties and a garden of his own, Damien doesn't want to be too close to the neighbours, Lasko prefers to be within the Empowered community and Gavin... Gavin stuck to his condition throughout the whole adventure.

So they ended up purchasing a comfortably large detached, two-storey house within the Empowered community suburbs that are quite popular for both large families and newly-wedded couples aiming to start their own families.

The first floor focused on the living room and kitchen-dining room in the front. A hallway leads towards the back where the guest room (and the bathroom inside) and a laundry room are. The second floor is mainly for bedrooms and a study room.

When the real estate agent guides them through the front door, they're immediately treated to the midpoint between the dining room and living room. On the right, the dining room is big enough to put a proper table that could fit their little family and any relatives coming over to visit. Then comes the spacious kitchen equipped with the necessities; countertops, a kitchen island in the middle, upper cabinets, a sink with an outside view, a ventilated stove, two ovens above one another and a space to put a fridge.

There's also a pantry at the side where they can keep snacks and non-perishable foods.

On the left is the living room. There's a cosy fireplace that would be great to put a couch, a settee and maybe some beanbags around. The space is also big enough to add some bookcases, tall lamps and maybe even a corner for yoga since Lasko has been getting into it lately.

To Gavin's absolute delight and Lasko's never-ending embarrassment. The Freelancer, Huxley and Damien always appreciate a free show too.

Then they went up the wooden spiral staircase. Behind the stairs, however, is the storage room. Damien appreciates the sturdy black metal railing as their guide explains the amenities. The upper floor is pretty simple yet no less impressive.

One the main concerned they all shared when they were house-hunting were the bedrooms. While none raised a peep about sleeping on the same bed and in the same room, everyone agreed that it would be nice if they could each have their own bedroom if one of them is sick or wants some alone time.

"Oh my god, Gavin. I didn't mean it that way." Damien groaned exasperatedly when Gavin wiggled his eyebrows at him.

"No, but there's no shame in desiring it." Gavin easily replied in a sing-song tone.

So this house answered their issue. There are five bedrooms with one en suite room as the largest space available within the building and a study room. They all excitedly choose their bedrooms before they channel that energy to their plans for the master bedroom.

For their first house, they chose well. It wasn't long before they moved in without any hiccups.

Well, the HOA proved to be a pain in their asses. But judging by the verbal smackdown delivered by Damien similar to that of a furious and righteous angel, the Freelancer has a feeling that their lover would do everything in his power to disband the association by the end of the year.

And apparently, Lasko shares the same sentiment when they, Gavin and Damien, return to their brand new home that evening.

"Damien has a point, though... the fees are absolutely ridiculous," Lasko mutters as they finish unpacking the last few boxes from the move. It's been a long ride, but everyone is just ecstatic that their little family have a proper place to live comfortably now. "A-And I know you and Huxley are planning to do some yard works soon, and I can't imagine those board members allowing you guys to set up anything more but daisies."

The Freelancer made a grabby motion towards the empty boxes, to which Lasko dutifully passes them over. "Yeah, Hux mentioned something about a vegetable garden," They huff and stack all the empty boxes into a corner where Gavin would later bring it to the nearest recyclable centre. "Anyway, that's the last of the item. C'mon, let's see what the guys are up to in the kitchen!"

And with that, peaceful days go by as everyone settled in their new home.

However, peace doesn't last for long. Soon enough, the Freelancer notices something is... off with their new house. On a Tuesday afternoon, after they came home from Mr. Collin's, they decides to address the situation to the only person at home, which is Gavin.

"Gavin?" The Freelancer calls out after they nudge the door close with their foot.

"I'm in the dining room, Deviant." Comes the reply.

When they round the corner, Gavin surprises them with a light meal on the table. He's in the middle of pouring a glass of water, so the Freelancer kisses his cheek in gratitude. "You're on kitchen duty today?"

"Mm-hmm. I hope you'll enjoy some thick... juicy meats for dinner tonight, my Deviant." Gavin teases with a sultry smirk. He gently cups the Freelancer chin to pull them closer so he can give them a proper 'welcome home' kiss.

"Sounds tasty." The Freelancer is breathless once they pull away. Gavin loves their flustered expression, so he dives in to pepper kisses on their neck. They moan and giggle, but before Gavin can sweep them off to the guest bedroom, the Freelancer remembers what happened two days before. "W-Wait, Gavin, Hang on. I need to ask something!"

"What is it?" Gavin immediately snaps to attention. Lust shove aside for concern.

"Have you notice anything odd lately?"

"What do you mean... odd?"

"Like, things aren't where they're supposed to be. Especially our cookie jars; Sometimes they're in the living room instead of the pantry!"

Gavin gives his partner a long look. "Deviant, we live with three other people. Are you starting to micro-manage the placement of the cookie jars now? Is this a habit that I need to fuck out of you?"

Usually, the Freelancer would jump at the offer, but this time, they ran a tired palm over the side of their face in exasperation. "No, no. I was the only one on the first floor when I put the jars away at the time. But when I went out to the backyard and came back later, the jars were on the coffee table!"

"OK, look, maybe you didn't realise that there was another jar already sitting in the living room when you were in the kitchen. That's not odd."

"I suppose..." The Freelancer slowly replies, lightly biting their lower lip in hesitation. They decide to keep an open eye on any strange occurrences around the house just in case. Perhaps their mind is playing tricks on them?

The answer to that is a hard no, because soon after they brought up that misplacement of the cookie jars, Lasko comes forward with his own bafflement.

"Um, I'd just like to say thank you to whoever put the blanket on me last night when I passed out on the couch," Lasko begins as they all cuddle in front of the fireplace during a particular cold Autumn night. Everyone has a blanket drape over their shoulders and a warm mug of chocolate or tea each. Lasko is snuggling close to Huxley because Huxley requested a hug earlier while Damien acts as a heater between the Freelancer and Gavin. "Work has been crazy lately at D.A.M.N. Helping the junior Humanborn students get used to their classes is a work and a half but their smiles whenever they understand a lesson makes it up so much a-and Damien's introductory courses are really hitting it off with them that some even came to me to ask - "

"Whoa, wait wait, Lasko. I love hearing how your day went but rewind a bit." The Freelancer suddenly interjects. Their previous sleepy state immediately transforms to shock. "You didn't come up to bed last night?"

"N-No, I came home late last night and went to chill on the couch after dinner for a bit, but then I fell asleep," Lasko explains, taken aback at his partner sudden reaction before their words suddenly register in him. "Wait. You guys thought I was in bed?"

"You told me that you'd be staying in the office for only a little while longer. I didn't know that you came back late last night." Damien pipes in, eyes narrowing at Lasko, who 'eep' and press himself closer to Huxley's side to shield himself from Damien's tsundere mother-hen concern.

"Guys, we're getting off track here!" The Freelancer cuts in again. "No one knew when Lasko came home last night, but I thought he was with us on the bed. Not on the couch."

Huxley joins in. "Uh, I thought so too. Lasko likes to smush his face into someone's chest when he's tired, so I thought it was him."

Lasko stammers to defend himself while Gavin chuckles. "Sorry, Gaia, that was me. What can I say? I have a weakness for your pecs."

"Aww, don't apologise, Gavin! I'm glad you like my chest so much." Huxley beams when Gavin blows him a kiss.

“Alright, so, if Lasko was sleeping on the couch last night and we all thought he was with us on the bed, then who put the blanket on him?" The Freelancer demands.

Huxley is confused, Lasko and the Freelancer start to freak out, Damien stares as if they've all lost their marbles, and Gavin just smile in content.

"Uh, did you sleepwalk last night?" Huxley asks, genuinely curious.

"And grab the blanket from the cupboard in the guest room!?" Lasko splutters, eyes wide. "And I've never ever sleepwalked in my entire life! Why would I start now!?"

"THE HOUSE IS HAUNTED!" The Freelancer shrieks, flailing their arms around. Damien hurries to move their tray of hot drinks away before they can accidentally spill it. Gavin kindly helps him.

"We have ghosts roomies!?" Huxley said in a mixture of surprise and excitement. Like the Freelancer just confirms that Santa is real.

"I-I always wondered if ghosts were a thing in the magical community, but I was hoping they weren't real!" Lasko squeaks in fear. The poor man is seconds away from turning into a burrito from wrapping the blanket too tightly around himself. "I-I mean, those scary movies have to come from somewhere, right!? Oh god, do you think when they said 'based on a true story' they actually meant it!? Oh my god, oh my god - did The Exorcist actually happened!?"

"There's no such thing as ghosts!" Damien snaps. He could already feel his headache rising at whatever shenanigans the Freelancer is trying to stir up.

"Oh, you believe in magic, but you don't believe in ghosts!?" The Freelancer is quick to rebuttal. Judgement coloured their tone as if Damien greatly disappointed them.

But Damien is having none of it. He knew how mischievous his partner could get. "Look, we all took History of Magic. There are no records of ghosts ever existed in any of our textbooks, so in summary, ghosts don't exist."

"We have Incubi - " Here, Gavin takes his cue to surprise Damien with a kiss on his cheek, startling him. " - Wereracoons, Daemons, Seers, Vampires and Dream Walkers, and you draw the line at ghosts?" The Freelancer counters with a raised eyebrow.

Damien bristle when Gavin tries to distract him with more kisses. It's so annoying when Gavin and the Freelancer team up like this. "Yeah, because again, there's no recorded proof of their existence! Same as Wereracoons! There's no such thing as Wereracoons, what the fuck!?"

"Wait - Wereracoons exist too?" Huxley chimes in again, even more, hyped up this time.

"Oh, for fuck's sake - you're not helping, Huxley!"

"D-Damien, please calm down! You're getting upset." Lasko bravely points out. No longer is he afraid of Damien's temper, but his magic does react strongly when he's emotional. Same as most Elementals.

At Lasko's urges, Damien holds himself back and exhales. "I'm sorry, Lasko. Look, all I'm trying to say is that our house is fine. It's not haunted. We don't have any ghostly roommates, and if some crazy chances that we do - " Damien pauses to make sure to keep direct eye contact with the Freelancer's. " - you best believe I'll be charging them rent; with interest. But in reality? We're fine. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation about Lasko's blanket."

"OK, yeah, maybe." The Freelancer is not one to give up. Damien just groans in return. "But what about the cookie jars!?"

Gavin hurries to cup his mouth before he can burst out laughing while Damien becomes incensed once more and shrieks out, "What cookies jars!?"

So, long story short: Lasko's blanket mystery was not solved that night, but everyone had a good time laughing. But the lack of answers and strange occurrences drive the Freelancer to investigate the ghostly presence around the house, and they manage to rope Lasko, Huxley and even Damien into it successfully.

"Why is no one taking me seriously here?" Damien cuts in the middle of the Freelancer rolling out the blueprints of the house. They all are sitting around the coffee table as the Freelancer questions the existence of any hidden underground bunker or rooms. Any secret place where you could hide a body, basically.

It's a new day, a new bright Sunday morning, but here they are, going over plans instead of having a picnic like Damien tries to persuade them. Gavin, the lucky bastard, manages to escape from this insanity when his Inchoate Daemon co-worker from the Department calls him in to discuss the latest paperwork they received from the Chorus.

Before he left, he gave each of his partners a kiss, threw them a shit-eating grin and said, "Don't have too much fun without me now!" and Rifted away.

"We are! You made your point, but in a world of magic, anything is possible." The Freelancer replies before thanking Lasko for handing them a pen. They began marking certain areas on the blueprint with all the seriousness of a War General.

Damien glares at his partner. "I'm starting to think that you're trying to fulfil some strange ghost hunting fantasy here. I knew you were getting a bit too obsessed with Ryan and Shane!"

When the Freelancer refuses to confirm or deny it, Damien grabs the nearest pillow and scream into it. Huxley absentmindedly pats his back in a comforting manner, too enraptured over the Freelancer's plan.

The plan is simple: They will split into teams of two (Huxley with Damien and the Freelancer with Lasko). One group will thoroughly investigate their assigned floor with some ghost hunting equipment that the Freelancer purchased from Craiglist (Damien lets out another scream when the Freelancer nonchalantly mentions the website) for any Paranormal activities.

They will comb the house from top to bottom, from morning until evening if they had to.

"Or we could have a picnic," Damien tries again after the Freelancer finish laying out their plan. "We still have some leftover desserts that Gavin baked last night. C'mon, Freelancer, you love food!"

The Freelancer readily nods. "I do, but I love a house free of ghosts more. So let's go, boys! Operation: Fatal Framing is live!" The Freelancer declares.

Huxley cheers, Lasko inspect the ghost camera in his hands with a frown while Damien mentally reminds himself that he loves these idiots on loop. And with that, they split up into two groups and began the investigation. The Freelancer and Lasko search every corner on the ground floor with the ghost radio and camera while Damien and Huxley went through every upper floor room. Huxley even occasionally taps on the wall to hear echoes that would lead them into a secret passage.

For the entire morning and afternoon, they couldn't detect any ghostly presence. No items misplace, no weird noises, no hidden rooms (much to the Freelancer's and Huxley's disappointment) - absolutely nothing. Damien didn't waste any time in rubbing it in their faces during their short lunch break.

"I told you our house is not haunted and that ghosts don't exist," The Fire Elemental repeats. Lasko made them hand roll sushi for a quick and easy lunch. Plates of julienned cucumbers, green onions and pea sprouts are on one corner of the table, while at the centre are dried seaweed, tuna with mayonnaise, shrimp tempuras, salmon sashimi, yellow noodles and a large bowl of rice. It's simple but very filling, and most importantly, it's Damien's favourite meal. So his mood is considerably better than this morning. "So can we please do something else today? How about a movie date?"

The Freelancer knocks their head back and down a glass of water with gusto as if it was a beer. They then gasp dramatically and study Damien with narrowed eyes. "It's too early to give up now, Dami! Paranormal activities usually occur at night, so the investigation will continue once night fall. I want a 100% assurance that the real estate agent didn't lie when he claims that this house is brand new, built on a land with no dark history!"

"Fuck me, you've been playing too much Silent Hill..." Damien rubs his temple in resignation. "I blame Gavin for enabling you."

Lunch goes by without fanfare, and sooner than Damien like, the sun soon settles below the horizon, and night descends upon the world. Gavin is still at the Department, but he called beforehand to inform him that it's alright for his partners not to wait for him.

But before he hung up their phone call, he remembered to asked Damien, "So, how's the, ah, investigation going, Firecracker? Is everyone having fun?" His smooth voice reverberates through the line.

Damien's eyes trail to the storage underneath the staircase where the Freelancer is knocking lightly on the wall with a hammer. Huxley is spinning around with the ghost radio while Lasko is furiously googling some weird incantation to make a ghost appear. "Fun isn't a word I would personally use, but - " He pauses to sigh. " - everyone is having a good time. I still think this is all a waste of time, though."

Gavin tuts at Damien's grumpiness. "Don't say that, Firecracker. Live a little! It's been a while since you all played together. Well, outside of the bedroom anyway. What's a little ghost hunting could do?"

Damien supposes Gavin has a point. It really doesn't matter if there is a ghost or not in this house; as long as the Freelancer, Lasko and Huxley are alright and having harmless shenanigans, it's a day well spent.

Speaking of shenanigans...

"Ow! That hurts!"

"Oh shit! You alright there, Freelancer?"

"I'm fine, Hux. Just hit my head 'cause of the low ceiling. Urgh... anyway, did you find anything, Lasko?"

"I-I had to go to the Deep Web for the more obscure incantations, but I made a list of some spells that might be legit."

"Sweet! Let's test them out."

Damien sprints towards his partners before they can accidentally summon a Daemon from Aria or something and check out the Freelancer's head for more signs of craziness. And maybe a light injury.

"Hey, Dami!" The Freelancer greets him with a wide smile. It's getting a bit cramp here in the storage, but at least everyone's here now! "Good timing. Do you know how to pronounce this? I think it's Latin."

"I thought you're a horror junkie? Did The Evil Dead thought you nothing?" Damien scolds the Freelancer. He hands Lasko back his phone and adds, "Actually, never mind; don't answer that. Come here, I need to take a look at your head. Where did you bump it?"

The Freelancer allows Damien to fuss over them. Once the Fire Elemental uses his magic to heal the faint throbbing on their right side of the head, the Freelancer glance around the storage, dejected. "I guess there's no ghost at all..."

"Aww, sorry, buddy. I know how much you're looking forward to meeting some ghost roomies." Huxley consoles the Freelancer and brings them into a one-arm hug. His partner squeezes him back just as tight.

Lasko gives the Freelancer a sympathetic smile.

"Alright, if you all are done with playtime, I suggest we get ready to turn in for the night," Damien begins. He's the first one to step out of the storage and head back to the living room. "I've set aside some dinner for Gavin that he can heat up if he's hungry. Lasko, do you want to use your bath bomb - "

Words stuck in Damien's throat. His eyes widen with shock when he sees what is on the coffee table. His heart began to race.

"Dami? What's up?" The Freelancer asks, startle that Damien suddenly stops walking. They nearly collide with his back!

"There are... flowers." Damien manages to squeak out, which is unlike him. The sudden shift in his voice instantly freaks the Freelancer, Huxley and Lasko out. So the three of them tentatively peek out from Damien's back.

On the coffee table - where there was nothing before - is a beautiful light pink glass bottle filled with water and colourful, fresh flowers.

"Did..." Lasko decides to pierce the uneasy silence. He takes a deep breath to calm the anxiety that threatens to overwhelm him. "Did anyone put that thing there?"

"No," Damien answers, voice as flat as cardboard. "There was nothing on that table while I was on a call with Gavin."

Silence returns once more.

"Grab your phones and wallets. We need to get out. NOW." Damien instructs, and they all scatter. Fortunately, their stuff is on the dining table, so they hurry to swipe them and run out. Huxley, the last one behind, slams the front door shut and takes his side beside Damien.

Everyone is crowding at the front yard. The second floor is absolutely pitch black because they only switch on the lights on the first floor. The Freelancer could've sworn they see a silhouette peering at them from one of the bedrooms.

"What do we do now!?" The Freelancer asks frantically. They glance around at the pale faces of their partners. "Do we need to fight?"

"F-Fight what!? How do we even fight something that we can't see!?" Lasko stammers out, so much for not letting his anxiety win. "Should we call the Department instead? O-Or the Covert Cops?"

Huxley's magic tingle his fingertips; he's ready to unleash them to shield his lovers from harm. "I don't think it's safe to stay around the house for long, dudes. Who knows how powerful this ghost is."

"I'll give Gavin another call," Damien informs them. His instincts are screaming at him to protect his partners by burning the threats looming over them, but as much as the bloodlust is roaring in his ears, he's not keen to burn down their house. Yet. "We'll stay at a hotel tonight. I'll give him the address after we check-in."

"But what about our clothes?" The Freelancer interjects. "Do we have to buy some new ones for tonight and tomorrow or... or should we try our luck and grab them in our bedroom?"

"Umm, I can use my magic to bring your clothes here if you want. Do you want them in a bag?"

"You can?" The Freelancer sighs in relief. Their heart is calming down slightly. "Oh, thank you so much, Caelum. I - "

They let a yelp when they turn around, and there's Caelum, standing behind the four in confusion.

"Caelum!? How did - when did you - "

"Wait, Caelum's here?" Damien wonder. His eyes are scanning the front yard, which in hindsight, a silly thing to do since the Freelancer is the only one that can see him.

"Caelum? Hi little buddy!" Huxley offers a sweet smile and a wave at where he hopes Caelum is despite the tension lining his broad shoulders.

"O-Oh, Caelum's here?" Lasko adds in. "This is kind of... not a good time, Caelum. We have a huge problem in our hands, and we don't want you to get hurt."

"Problem?" Caelum repeats, tilting his head adorably. "Is that why everyone is standing outside? But the outside is super cold right now. I thought everyone wanted to roast marshmallows."

"We can't exactly go inside, Caelum," The Freelancer explains with a slight grimace. No way do they want Caelum anywhere near the ghosts! "The house is haunted. Some weird ghost either want to kill us or court us right now, I don't know. I never thought a bottle of flowers could be so ominous..."

"You don't like the flowers? B-But I thought they were the perfect housewarming gift among humans!" Caelum said, surprise and sadness tint his voice. His lips wobble, and his eyes began to shine with unshed tears. "Ollie even helped me pick them."

The Freelancer freezes. Something begins to dawn on all of them. "Those flowers are from you?"

Caelum nods and begins to explain himself. "Yeah! Aren't they pretty? The house has so many plants but no flowers, so I-I thought some flowers would add even more colours to your home! Oh, also, can you please tell Lasko that he really shouldn't be sleeping on the couch; it can't be good for his back. I read that in a human science book, by the way! There were so many strange but interesting pictures! I don't understand most of the big words, though."

"Uh, Freelancer? Honey? W-What is happening?" Lasko carefully grabs the Freelancer's shoulder as his concern begins to grow the redder his partner's face becomes.

"I... I'm beginning to get the big picture." Damien said instead. He can't see or hear Caelum, but he has a good idea of the truth behind the strange occurrences around the house. He doesn't know whether to feel embarrassed or angry, so he settles for fatigue.

"It's Caelum," The Freelancer explains in a shrill. "Our ghost is Caelum!"

It's a wild night. The four of them have to sit Caelum down and explain the weird things that the Freelancer has been experiencing. It turns out that Caelum has been popping in and out of their house for quite some time now, ever since they moved in.

"But how did you know our address, Caelum?" After they pile a warm pink blanket around him, the Freelancer inquiries, and Huxley gently hands him a mug of hot chocolate. Caelum smiles happily as his friends sit around him. They've all settle in the living room after Damien hauls them back inside the house.

Damien doesn't even want to imagine what their neighbours think of them now. They weren't exactly quiet at the front yard with magic weave in the air like a ticking time bomb.

"You're my charge, silly. I always know where you are!" Caelum giggles and snuggles into the couch.

"Oh." The Freelancer could only reply dumbly while Damien pinch the bridge of his nose at their reaction. Lasko exhales; relieve their home is safe and secure despite the wild goose chase. Huxley just wonders if one blanket is enough for Caelum.

But Caelum wasn't done: "Besides, Gavin said it's alright for me to visit sometimes! Usually, I come around because he bakes lots of tasty treats lately - like cookies! I love cookies so so much! Gavin makes the best cookies ever, and when I brought some to Delphinus a-and for my older brothers and sisters as well, they really love it too!"

"That's great, Caelum." The Freelancer reply with a weak grin. They decide to hide from the world forever by hugging Caelum, to which the Empathy Daemon happily welcomes it.

Damien isn't deterred, however. "Wait. Gavin - "

A Rift cracks open in the middle of the living room. The Daemon of the hours returns home, appearing as handsome and put together as ever. "Good evening, Deviant, Firecracker, Gaia and of course, Breathless. Oh? Caelum? You're here too? Will you be sticking around for dinner?"

"You knew, Gavin!?" Damien and the Freelancer point at him accusingly. Lasko and Huxley are observing the live soap opera from the sideline.

"If you mean Caelum's random visit, then yes. I knew." Gavin graciously explains with a sly smile.

"Then why did you made me believe that the house is haunted!?" The Freelancer whines. Caelum coos and hugs them tighter to help them relax.

"Well, it's been a while since you had any adventures, so I figure I let you have your little ghostly investigation. Did you all had fun, though?"

A cacophony of noises erupts in the living room. Huxley enthusiastically explains that despite the jumpscare from the vase of flowers, he had fun running around the house. Lasko is just glad that ghosts don't actually exist. Damien just wants to go to bed already and forget today ever existed while the Freelancer is secretly bummed out that ghosts don't actually exist.

Oh well, Caelum is way better than any ghosts.

#redacted asmr #fanfic #they/them pronouns #gender neutral s/o #polycule relationship #freelancer (listener)#gavin #damien #lasko #huxley #caelum

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