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polyampire · 2 months ago

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for the polycule thing… ryo/koyuki/misaki from love live? :0

N GIRLS THANK YOU THANK YOU I OWE YOU MY LIFE

so we all know ryo and koyuki have been close for a long time. koyuki used to protect ryo, and now it's the reverse. misaki though... new face, and kind of a wildcard.

I feel like koyuki and ryo have been intertwined but not official for a long time. and I feel like misaki finds out about that fact. and I think she feels like, well, if they haven't made anything official even now, then surely ryo's free game.

misaki's kind of a flirt, and ryo's definitely a flirt. I don't think ryo's necessarily got intent behind it, but I do think she gets wrapped up in it. misaki's pretty casual at a surface level, but we know she's incredibly competitive, so if ryo one-ups her it's ON. and I feel like ryo can't help but be charming, that's her nature, so it is indeed on.

it starts off like a game. it's a thrill, and it's practice, and it's nothing too serious. and over the weeks, misaki's competitive drive and ryo's commitment to the bit gradually intensify things. koyuki sees them flirting, and she's jealous, but she knows she can't say anything because ryo's not technically her girlfriend. koyuki tries to occupy more of ryo's time, but it doesn't make the rare misaryo rendezvouses any less intense; if anything, it makes them more so.

koyuki doesn't think it's fair. she's been with ryo for so long, and now she's getting serious with someone else? why couldn't she just be happy with her? even though they hadn't really made things official, did they really have to? surely she knew how much koyuki loved her... she did feel the same, right? ryo hadn't stopped being affectionate with koyuki at all, but...

misaki feels like she's winning. she wouldn't admit that, of course, but she noticed how ryo's breath caught in her throat when misaki had her by the waist. someone like her needed a partner with passion, and misaki had that in buckets. she bet she could have ryo's lips on hers in like, a week, tops. not that anybody was taking her up on that bet, but she knew.

ryo's started to notice herself that misaki has an effect on her. misaki's captivatingly stunning, and confident, and she has a sparkle in her eyes that's hard to deny. but ryo was wondering if she should be worried about koyuki. brief blooms are beautiful, but she always wanted to return to koyuki. misaki didn't seem like the type to stick around exactly, so surely koyuki knew that... she's not unintelligent...

misaki was right. she and ryo kissed. someone saw, and recounted it to koyuki, who was quite upset. ryo finds her, and koyuki's conflicted about how to respond. ryo has a very princely, caring demeanor as she asks what's wrong, and koyuki knows she can finally say what's on her mind. she explains her feelings through tears, and ryo pats her back and hugs her throughout. ryo tells her firmly that she will always, always come back to koyuki. momentary desires are fleeting, and worth pursuing for the brief time they're present, but her love for koyuki is everlasting. ryo thought it was obvious, but she'd state it as many times as koyuki needed to hear it.

so, it's not about whether she does or doesn't love koyuki. though they'd never officially partnered, that love was here to stay. the thing with misaki was about ryo's autonomy to chase beautiful experiences, to take them in and learn from them and appreciate the natures of them. and that does make sense to koyuki, though she is still bitter about it. ryo helps her work through her feelings.

I think this one is a V. I don't think koyuki has it in her to commit to loving misaki. but I think she does learn to appreciate her as a metamor, even if she is on-again-off-again to a degree. I feel like misaki goes off on her own every so often, but finds the thought of ryo pulling her back in eventually. I don't think koyuki is polyamorous, but I think she does over time get comfortable with ryo's flirty behaviour and more casual affection.

#text #polyamory #fandom #love live!#N girls #misakoyuryo #answered asks #zydraholic

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sleepyjump · 1 month ago

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so many lies and redirections. i've had enough.

tell them what a sleepyjump really is.

I know what you did to her. I saw what was left of her after the sleepyjump.

...

...so someone still remembers. fuck.

well. i've had my fun, everyone. told a lot of good stories. came close to tipping my hand a few times, too, and saying what a sleepyjump really is. i hid clues in a lot of 'em-- not all, of course, but some. and even if it wasn't enough for anyone to piece it together, it was enough for you to track me down.

i wish i knew which "her" you were referring to, but there were a lot of them. maybe if you reminded me of the way she screamed? what she dreamed about? how her skin felt, or-- if she was one of the ones that turned-- what she became?

regardless, the secret's out. i guess i'd better say it before you do. i can explain it better, anyway. always could.

a sleepyjump is the process of turning your dreaming world inside out. everything around you-- your meat vessel, your clothes, your belongings, maybe your whole room, maybe your whole house-- goes in, and... well, a whole lot comes out. in bits and pieces, at first, but dream logic tends to hold these things together pretty well.

i swear i meant well, at first. i wanted to do it to myself-- that always was the plan, i swear-- as a sort of therian hrt. rip my flesh body away and finally live as perfect steel in a world that i could adjust to better suit my dreamlike way of seeing things. i wanted whimsy back. whimsy and a pair of decent antennae. and, fuck, if it was just me, i would've never let anyone else go first. but the polycule was so desperate, and we all felt so trapped, and...

well, we agreed to do it in a batch. someone had to stay awake to run the process and monitor the levels, so i scratched my name off the list. i'd stay here, looking like this, for a little longer. it would work-- g-d, i swear, it was supposed to work-- and then i'd make a file and i'd be in batch 2.

so i was available to lead everyone into a trance. right away, i made my first mistake -- i did my signature induction. lazy? absolutely. reckless? sure. i was in a panic and i did what i knew how to do, which was to cause pain and make myself the source of relief. i floated through the crowd patting heads and giving kisses and shushes and little pills under the tongues of all the subjects, thanking them, squeezing their hands and telling them the sharp plug would enter their necks and then i would be there to make it all go away.

the pain and the pleasure, one after the other, were supposed to make them calm. i wasn't expecting-- well, the tearing sound, first of all, but then the barking and wailing and hands all over me. the songs in perfect fucking harmony. the mouths on my ears and the eyes locked on mine. i almost went blank when they all pushed me down at once and started gliding their fingers all over me. i think they wanted to be touched, and they knew how to get it. and who could fucking blame them? we'd all spent our whole lives hurt and hollow, sending kiss emojis to someone on the other side of the world, and all of us wanted bodies we could live in, love in, sleep in, fuck in... sure, i'd do the same thing.

the iron smell-- all the blood, i'm sure-- almost blissed me out, too. i don't think i have a prey drive, but whatever the closest thing to it is, it sure started spinning when 6 tgirls pinned me down coated in blood and shifting their appearances fluidly like running water. i really thought i was the one who'd fallen asleep, at first, and then when i figured it out i was still too limp and wobbly to even hold the axe right.

i don't know where that first batch got off to. maybe one of them was "her."

i could've stopped after that. i doubled down. now, even more than ever, i had nothing left to show. nothing else to give the world. it was this or be torn apart the moment i stepped outside. so i spent a week of sleepless nights-- the second longest period of wakefulness in my whole life, as you'll see-- modifying the machine, removing myself from the equation, adding extrapolators and suppressors to the whole circuit. i told my roommate it was a vr rig i was working on, not knowing she'd be fucking stupid enough to try it on.

i kind of knew she had a thing for me. she was really bad at hiding it. i'd see the way she looked at me, the way she got all blushy when i sat next to her on the couch, the stammering speech when i walked in on her cooking... i'd been meaning to say something. but i had no idea how much she must've wanted to be me, too.

this time, the thing that emerged from all that shrieking and ripping and moaning and breathing looked sort of like her and a lot like me. i was caught right in the dream logic, and the dream logic wanted me to join the ride. the next few months are... fucking blurry, which is a shame, because it would've been really good data. i remember following her around like a dog. cooking her meals that seemed to spring fully-formed from the ingredients-- scrambled eggs leaking out of eggshells, pancake batter coalescing into discs, and ground beef growing buns and cheese from its folds. i remember wondering how i'd gotten here, and then i remember it being so much effort to wonder about anything, and then i remember nodding and hugging her and being in two different places and speaking in a bizarre scramble of words and emotions.

i think she convinced me she was G-d, for a while. i think i really believed her.

anyway, ironically, my fucking snuff kink saved my life. i don't think i'd properly fallen asleep-- or, with the inversion, waken up-- in about a month when she let me get close enough with the axe. she thought-no, g-d, we both thought the dream logic'd keep her alive. but a vessel is just a vessel, and as soon as i'd left the first, fatal gash in that divine body that looked like mine, i sunk to my knees and cradled her. it. myself. whatever.

i think we were kissing when the light left her eyes. i think i was holding both her hands, the axe discarded nearby.

if she's the "her" you're talking about, i'm sorry you had to see her like that. she was beautiful.

the third batch didn't even look at me before they were out. i tried to make myself the fourth, but when my skin got all those bumps and growths i chickened out and shut it down before the process was complete. the fifth, sixth, and seventh aren't worth talking about.

but you want to bring her back, don't you? you wouldn't be here if you didn't want something.

why don't you become lucky number eight? you'd be doing us both a favor. no one else has to end up like "her."

help me figure this out, and we can both be gods.

#sleepyjump.txt.vbs #this is definitely 100% what a sleepyjump is

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isa-ghost · 1 year ago

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Would go crazy over any q!phil hc's, but may I request some about phil's harem I mean qsmp server polycule?

OHOHOHOHO YOU'RE INDULGING MY STUPID SILLY HAREM. YESSS.

Previous qPhil Headcanons

SO ANYWAY. QPHIL AND HIS INNATE TALENT FOR PULLING BAD BITCHES ON ACCIDENT.

Reiterating initial mentions of this for context:

--He's married to the Goddess of Death (Kristin) and Missa (a reaper). He's also fuckbuddies with Fit (no one can look at their interactions & tell me there's no homo there) and Etoiles. Strictly fuckbuddies; Fit has something blooming with Pac, and Etoiles is aromantic. --Everyone who Knows(tm) about the polycule has turned calling it a harem into an inside joke they only reference when Phil either isn't around or isn't paying attention enough to be like WHAT. --In fact, it's unfolded into a sort of joke folklore around Phil made up by the islanders closest to him that he has this inexplicable charm to him that makes any man-attracted person weak in the knees. (Baghera totally started it. Cellbit, Foolish, & Fit perpetuated it & it spread from there) --All this fruity silliness in mind, I have no fucking clue what queer label I'd slap on Phil, if one at all. Part of me wants to claim him as pansexual bc I'm Pansexual So Therefore So Is My Cubito + the way he'd explain how he experiences romantic & sexual attraction is exactly what I described *my* exp as in high school and my friend was like "yeah that's pansexual." But I also feel like Phil's the kind of guy to purposely not define his sexuality & remain an enigma both as a "mind your business" & a "It's Funny To Not Elaborate" thing. (As of rn I'm rolling with "he's pansexual but in a font you've never seen before")

S O

Obv Mrs. Goddess of Death Kristin came first, she's been with him since long before Quesadilla Island. Strangely enough, she can't recall too much prior to the island just like Phil, but there's no way the Feds know she exists let alone know how to fuck up the memory of a deity. But yeah, she was his first & is his ONLY romantic dynamic within his weird polycule

She's an avid fan of Phil being his best unintentional whore self with them nice ass shoulders on display all the time and that accidental man magnet charm. Loves watching him pull bitches nonstop without even realizing. And loves watching him be a total fruity dork with his besties. She knows if Phil was forced to choose ONE person out of the polycule to be monogamous with forever, he'd pick her. She's not worried at all about his yaoi island adventures

Next came Fit. Hough, what a man. They WERE, until recently, strictly fwb. They fucked nasty behind that gym and I'll die on that hill. The way they talk to each other sometimes? Big boy?? FitMC people are watching?? They fucked behind that gym. Their fwb was called off as soon as Fit got serious with Pac though. Phil was totally chill with it & actively encouraged it. He loves seeing Fit so invested in the romance he's got blooming. They're still more than friends, not lovers, but a secret third thing, the sexual aspect was just removed from the equation. Truly the most QPR of the polycule

Then came Missa. Oh Missa. Their dynamic IS platonic like Phil has stated & restated countless times, but Missa has a (not yet brought to Phil's attention) massive romantic crush on him. He hasn't spoken up yet to keep their relationship from getting rocky at all. But tbh that prob won't happen. They're platonic in the Kiss The Homies way. So what if they make out sometimes and are husbands? So what if they go on adventures that could be considered dates by some? They aren't a romantic relationship, even if Missa secretly kinda wants to be.

And finally, aromantic king Etoiles joined the fray. He and Phil started out as friends and that has Barely changed if at all, but sparring matches get a little too homoerotic sometimes and neither of them can resist the other when they're popping off extra hard. Things have. Escalated a few times. If yknow what I mean. Of all Phil's harem members polycule partners, he & Etoiles have absolutely ZERO emotional investment in the Spicy(tm) things they do together. It's simply a very intimate way of showing each other their respect & admiration for the other. What they have going on is a "*spanks you* good game, let's hit the showers team" kinda deal. They're the type of mfs to finish in bed then shake hands like "gg." Casual sex is >>>> to these two, but it happens waaay less between them than it did Phil & Fit, Fitza was habitual. Codebreakers is a once in a while thing

Btw once Fitpac gets more stable together and whatnot, Fitza could potentially reignite with Pac's consent. That's the key to healthy poly, all parties are informed & consenting. Pac would be like. An honorary harem member. He & Phil would have absolutely 0 intimate relations, they're strictly friends in the most basic sense of the word. They just also fuck the same guy (& would totally talk about it together if alone)

Phil sometimes tries to gauge if Missa only likes men or if he likes women too. If he does, he's going to ask if he'd like to hear about his lord & savior, Big Woman(tm).

Etoiles has 100% asked Phil who fucks the best out of the polycule bc like everything else, it's a competition & he Must win, he Must have the best dick game. This amuses Phil very much

*incoherent but clearly passionate noises about how Phil hasn't done anything spicy with any of the polycule in a hot second because of Ender King Situation stress*

GOD he wants to open up to them about it so bad. Like yeah he did w Fit that one time but he didn't go into detail and hasn't said anything since and bc Phil is an idiot that feels guilty easily, he doesn't want to tell Fit more atm bc he doesn't want to dampen Fit's high spirits or take away his time with Pac

OK BUT CONSIDER: POLYCULE GROUP EFFORT TO GET THROUGH TO ENDER KING POSSESSED PHIL AND HELP HIM FIGHT OFF EK'S INFLUENCE. OUGH.

Phil attracted all four partners with his raw skill and talent btw. If you even care. Literally was just going about his business being himself and it bagged him three dudes in addition to the literal goddess he already had

Although his feelings are platonic, Phil is attracted to Missa because Missa is a) the other father of his children and b) such a genuine and sweet person. And funny, even if a lot of the times the reason he's funny is bc he's like 2 seconds from having a stroke over whatever shit he missed hitting the fan this time

Phil is attracted to Fit bc. Well. That's FitMC of 2b2t, baby. Raw skill and talent sees raw skill and talent. Fellow anarchist. Also muscles. And that razor sharp stare. Fit's just dreamy as hell ok, let a man drool a little

Phil is attracted to Etoiles the same way he's attracted to Fit, HOWEVER, the reasoning is different. Etoiles has raw skill and talent, but it's the way he wields it and demonstrates it that makes Phil wanna act up. Also Etoiles is fucking hilarious. Who can resist a good sense of humor? Those dramatics make Phil swoon

#qsmp #qsmp philza #q!philza #cw suggestive #qphil headcanons

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onceakingofnarnia · 2 months ago

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recently binged watched the wheel of time show after putting it off for years so here are my thoughts :)

my ranking of the current seasons is

1) season 2

2) season 1

3) season 3

the intro is soooo good like genuinely top notch and the soundtrack is also amazing ive been listening to it on repeat <3

ps i have not read the books (but i do know a few spoilers)

detailed review below :)

season 1

i started this a while back and around episode 5 i stopped for like a good 2 years (no specific reason i just do that sometimes #professionaltvwatcher)

but im so glad i continued. this season was a great intro to the world and i loved how the relationships between the two rivers 5 were set up. i loved how they introduced moiraine and how we see her develop later on. the start of the nyneave and lan relationship was very rushed though. like why r u two already acting in love u just met ? the sets and the costumes were really help pull you into the story (although I THINK! some of the magic was kinda poorly explained what is a fade. but ill give the show the fact that they were mostly an ep5 focus and it's been like 3 years since i watched that so that might be a me problem). highlight for me was the rand and mat storyline i have been convinced by the cauthor agenda i say add mat to the polycule! although i felt the pacing of the season was off, the beginning dragged on a bit and the eye of the world thing was so fast i was like tahts it? BUT i liked the season overall so i decided to continue :)

season 2

i could feel the improvement from last season this was a TREAT! oooh we got so many more settings to explore in this world and all of them looked good someone really needs to give a handwritten thank you note and bonus pay to the set and costume designers <3 my one issue with the world is because of the waygates nothing feels particularly far from eachother. the map of this world does not feel like an actual map. game of thrones season 1 did this really well (yes i am using the got comparison it's the big fantasy show of the age i gotta do it), i felt like they were travelling from place to place but if you ask me where tar valon is in comparison to falme ill give you a blank look. loved the introduction of elayne and the trio of nyneave, egwene and elayne was amazing, egwene was definitely the highlight of the season for me. madeleine madden was phenomenal. everyone was acting better than they were last season. they were never particularly bad but you can see the improvement and that was great. donal finn was also a great recast enjoyed all his scenes. rand storyline at the beginning made me yawn a bit to be honest and selene annoyed me so bad i barely managed not to skip their scenes. however once the lanfear got revealed it was great fan # be true to yourself queen. moiraine and rand were so great love their relationship through the season, she would sacrifice anything to see him succeed. moiraine in general had one of my favourite arcs this season with her supposed stilling and then her relationship with siuan being lowley blown up ooooh i ate that up. yumyumyum. perin and aviendha were great loved their banter. the finale of this season was so amazing as was the rest of it it really git my expectations high for whatever next.

season 3

my expectations were too high. from the beginning i did not like the filter but that's pretty minor so i let it go, but in hindsight the season felt rushed overcrowded buttt im gonna start with the positives and Then ill complain. again the relationship between rand and moiraine is so special to me AND THEY FINALLY UNDERSTAND EACHOTHER. also lan and moiraine <3<3<3<3 loved the continuation of the min and mat friendship they're great. also from what ive seen people didn't enjoy how much focus there still was on rand/egwene but i really liked how the breakdown of their relationship was developed. the highlight of the season to me was perrin though. he's so kind <3 the battle of the two rivers was so good and his whole arc of choosing peace was sooooo good omg i need more of him. the faile perrin romance felt a bit fast but in a show with nyneave and lan im gonna let it go. and they haven't had a love confession or anything so peace and love they're cute i ship it. and now. complaints for whole season (minimal would not bother me that much in general) and the finale (pissed me off so bad i had to stop watching shows and started reading books so i guess thanks for getting me out of the reading slump i guess)

1) the rhuidean journey i enjoyed overall but i felt like aviendha was really done dirty, this was an opportunity to focus more on her and rand but there was literally nothing there she was gone half the time, if i didn't know from spoilers that she's important down the line id think she was a minor character? which i don't think is a good impression to give to your audience.

2) tanchico storyline? why did they do nothing lowkey? lost the artifact (no idea what is was called) and lost mat's memories (not sure what's going on here i tried looking it up and apparently it's not book accurate so ? hope they give mat something more next season bc he's been standing around doing nothing for 2 now let's get a move on guys) lost liandrin (who is overstaying her welcome i think. nyneave should've killed her or at least fought her.) nyneave got unblocked and whole that scene was great and i liked how it was set up with the sailors previously and the water motiff it felt a bit ? bc she did nothing with it except walk out the water (she did look good though)

3) why is maksim there all the time, it was fun at the beginning yay #thetrio and i love alanna so far but? he is also overstaying his welcome. maybe instead of 5000 hours of maksim we could get an extra minute of aviendha no? also the death of ihvon om it's own is like. fine. but after you kill loial and siuan too like maybe you should stop killing off black characters left and right for no good reason huh? killing ihvon just to get more maksim scenes is... blehpukekillmaksimewwblehbleh

4) siuan.... siuan siuan siuan. her death genuinely pissed me off so bad. it was unnecessarily violent and cruel. siuan was sidelined to moiraine the entire runtime of the show, mostly looked kinda incompetent as the leader of the white tower just to prop up moiraine and now her death is also just used for moiraine. like (again i have not read the books so take my words here with a grain of salt) as far as i know she has a story that can be told after her stilling, she didn't need to die especially not in such a violent way. i completely understand people calling this racist esp since you've already killed two black characters and now you kill another one who isn't dead in the book like ok. i liked her final speech though. and idk im a bit worried siuan's death will be used to explain whatever awful fate awaits elaida in the show but whatever not there yet no need to complain about the nonexistent.

personally my delusional theory that probably doesnt actually work is that she's actually alive. im suspecting that white ajah that helped elaida to be secretly black ajah (there is still one left in the tower) so maybe she cast some sort of weave to make siuan appear as if beheaded (idk does that exist? whatever dont tell me) to imprison her and use her against moiraine. speaking of moiraine how did she even know siuan was dead i didn't get it but whatever couldn't a forsaken make her believe that? that is my current theory with a few holes but ive gotta cope somehow.

(sorry if ive spelled any names wrong i didn't google anything)

#wheel of time #wheel of time show #wot show spoilers #wot show #review

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joshbruh10x · 4 months ago

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Another Zombie Au animatic storyboard!!! I'm def productive chat trust me :]

TW: Needles and Minor Body Horror

I literally listened to this song once and went "Yeah that's Zombie Au Animatic material" and decided to hyperfixate my entire day making this.

I honestly am indulging in my own hyperfixation of the doomed gay married men and their traumatized child that some of you who got jumpscared by this animatic from the Freddy, Monty, Bonnie, or Gregory tags not know who or what tf just happened so as a huge nerd that I am, I will be explaining what you have just witnessed under the cut :3

You guys can scroll now while I geek out down here :]

You pressed keep reading. So reading through this is your own doing.

OK EXPLANATION TIME BC YIPEEE

The Zombie Au is an au I have made (and written, complete story is on my AO3 if you can find it sucker) that takes place in a zombie apocalypse where the Glamrocks and co. are humans trying to survive and not die.

The main plot circles around The Fazcule (a polycule of FreddyxMontyxBonnie) and Gregory as their kid. The story has Monty trying to protect his family from a zombie horde but gets bitten in the process trying to protect Gregory. One final idea before he gets turned into a zombie, he uses his ax to chop off his lower jaw to make it harder for his zombie self to infect others.

SCENE EXPLANATION TIME FROM THE STORYBOARD!!!!

Monty- "Robot or a Doll" was supposedly human or zombie because he eventually gets cured and gets his human conscious back but remains physically as the undead. A small cloth from his ripped shirt was made as a bandana to cover up the gaping missing jaw from his face.

Bonnie- to put it quite simply, after Monty turned, Bonnie decided to take one for the team and devote the rest of his life to finding a cure. He eventually does, not without heated turmoil and mixed opinions from the others (Bashing Roxy w a vial of acid lol) oh also his fate in the ending is uhh....funny :]

Freddy- depressed father and husband, has lost 1 husband, his relationship w his kid is going very very south, Bonnie is not touching grass, he is going to lose it. He likes clinging onto items from the past (thats my excuse for HEY THIS IS GOOD ANGST)

Gregory- troubled child just happy to see his 3 dads in the ending

I love it when I get an excuse to talk about these guys in my head whhwahwhhwhasfdskflj so if youre curious ykyk, my askbox is always open :]

I honestly am not sure what chunk of people who like my posts these days actually stuck w me for this long to still remember my Zombie AU hyperfixation so if you're one of them, ty for sticking w my insanity it actually means a lot yall like my spewing of nonsense :> <3

If you aren't and just read through that manic episode of a hyperfixation I just had, then uhh yipeee (why are you still here /j)

That is all ty for coming to my ted talk.

#i am so normal #i am a normal human being #def not going insane #I JUST LOVE THEM SM AAAAAA #Need more zombie au content #joshblogs #montgomery gator #glamrock bonnie #glamrock freddy #zombie au #zombie monty #fazcule #gatorbearbun #fnaf gregory #gregory sb #joshanimates

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hedgiwithapen · 9 months ago

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PTA polique

You look like hell. I feel like it

(the PTA polycule, I assume.)

Someone knocked on the back door. Barb cracked it open to see who it was, then held it wide.

If not for all the craziness of the last year, Barb would have said she'd never seen anyone look so defeated as Paula looked, standing on the back step. Of course, in the last year she'd seen Courtney in the aftermath of Sam turning up and Pat assume their daughter was dead. So the bar was high. Paula still seemed pretty close, for a woman without a gaping wound.

"You look like hell," Barb said, then clapped a hand to her mouth. "I'm sorry, that was rude, I just--"

"I feel it," Paula said, tilting her head. "Can I...?"

"Come in," Barb offered, stepping back from the door. "What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Paula said, sitting at the newly refurbished counter.

Barb let out a long, slow breath. " All right," she agreed, not pushing. "Can I get you some coffee? Or, tea? I have that kind you like, uh, somewhere...." Barb moved for the cupboard.

"It was the tart," Paula said abruptly. "No one liked it! They didn't even touch it."

Barb winced. "Oh, Paula. You worked so hard on it!"

"It was beautiful!" Paula exclaimed. "I finally got that simple syrup glaze right and...."

"Well, then the rotary club are idiots," Barb declared. " Do you still have the tart?"

"No. I threw it away. Why?"

"Because if they didn't appreciate it, I wanted to."

Paula hesitated, very clearly not sniffling or wiping her eyes, as she was most plainly not crying. "Oh."

"I've got that fancy Irish butter," Barb said. "Want to make another one?"

Paula straightened, and smiled, only a little forced. "I think I'd like that."

Someone knocked on the back door. Barb cracked it open to see who it was, then held it wide.

"Paula," she said, going for the first aid kit kept in the junk drawer nearest the door, "you look like hell."

"I feel it," Paula said, taking the gauze gratefully and holding it to the split in her eyebrow.

"What happened?" Barb pressed. "Is everyone ok?"

"Oh, fine," Paula said. "It's just been a long night."

"It's seven in the morning?"

"A very long night, then," Paula admitted. "Crusher and I were following a lead. Chased it over to Oakville, it chased back."

"You could have called us," Barb said. "Pat--Stripe--"

"No, it was... ours to handle. Really, Barb. And it didn't exactly pan out. better not to drag the two of you into it."

"We'd still have been---we've have wanted to help." Barb winced. She wouldn't exactly have been much use. She didn't have a giant robot. She hated not being able to do anything. "Let me make you a smoothie, or something, ok?"

"I'd like that. Thank you, Barbara." Paula smiled at her.

Barb stared at her office door. Any second, Paula would walk in, probably with black eyes to match the raccoon on the file cabinet, or the entire junk drawer worth of bandaging wrapped around one arm or--or something.

You look like hell,' Barb would say, and Paula would laugh and explain what had happened, say that she felt like hell warmed over and could use a mug of tea or a slice of pie or--or something.

Barb could see it, could hear it, so clearly. And there, there was a commotion in the hall-- people exclaiming over something major. Barb stood, ready to fling open her office door. Her cellphone buzzed.

"Hello," she answered.

"Mommy," Courtney said, in tears. "They're dead. We found the Crocks and-- "

Barb pushed the door open, and saw the reason for the clamor and the call.

#Dammit Hedgi Day #Dammit Hedgi Day 2024 #Stargirl #Stargirl Spoilers #Barabara Whitmore #Paula Brooks #yes I know I only did these two instead of the whole 'cule sorry

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talanashta · 9 months ago

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Show Night - Chapter Two

For this prompt ("After a show") for the Four or More Fic-a-thon @fourormore

Rating: M | No CWs: a black-pepper amount of spice | Word Count: 2,037 | Pairings: Spicy Six Plus Chrissy Polycule Additional Tags: Steve's POV

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Finally, the show was over. Steve loved Eddie and loved watching him perform, but after all the head trauma he’d had, the loud music was a bit too much sometimes.

The group had gotten out the door mostly on time a few hours earlier, heading to the Hideout where Corroded Coffin was performing their regular show. It took three cars to get everyone there, but they managed. The kids were noisy as hell on the way there, but luckily Steve missed most of it, since he only had to drive Dustin and Robin. Jonathan had taken Argyle, Eden, Will, and El in his car, and Nancy crammed the rest in hers. He could tell by the worn out face Nancy was wearing when she arrived, though, that the rest of the Party had been just as wound up as Dustin was.

After they got Max out of the car and into her wheelchair, they had all headed inside, settling at a few tables along the wall. Steve had had to sic Nancy on Mike a few times, since he kept trying to convince them to let him have a beer, but otherwise, the rest of the night went smoothly.

Eddie’s set went great; he and the guys nailed every song they played, both covers and originals alike. Watching Eddie’s fingers fly over the frets had actually gotten Steve a little hot and bothered, to be honest.

After the set ended, Steve pulled down the sound-dampening earmuffs he’d been wearing and let them hang around his neck.

“You guys did great!” he told Eddie, pulling him into a hug.

Eddie blushed a little and pulled a strand of hair in front of his face. “Yeah?”

Steve felt Chrissy pop off her chair and drape herself over his back and around his shoulders. “Yeah! It was so good!”

Eddie beamed at the two of them. “I’m glad you liked it.” He gestured back to the small stage. “I’ve got to go help the guys get our stuff packed up and in the van before I can chat more. Otherwise, Gareth’s going to rip me a new one.”

“Okay!” Chrissy chirped and waved goodbye to him. She slid off Steve and headed back to Robin.

As Eddie was turning away, Steve offered, “I’ll come help.”

Eddie turned back to him, waiting for him to say more.

“Sooner we get you loaded up, the sooner we can get the kids to bed,” Steve explained. “Max won’t admit it, but I can tell she’s ready to crash.”

Leaning around Steve, Eddie took a quick look at Max, who was indeed starting to slump, leaning most of her top half against El and looking seconds away from falling asleep.

“Yeah. Let’s try to get out of here quick,” he agreed. Then he turned to the other guys and called, “Argyle. Jon.”

The two turned from their conversation and looked at him questioningly.

“Come help pack up the amps and stuff?” Eddie asked.

“Sure, man,” Argyle agreed good-naturedly. Jonathan was more on the quiet side and just stood to follow them.

Between the four band-mates and their three make-shift roadies, their whole set-up was packed and in the van in under twenty minutes. The rest of the guys headed back in to get everyone herded outside to leave while Eddie and Steve finished securing the equipment for travel.

Eddie slammed the back doors of the van shut when they were done (the doors wouldn’t close right otherwise, the piece of junk) and spun to look at Steve. He comically wiped his brow and said, “Woof, glad that’s done. Those things are not light.”

Steve couldn’t help himself when it came to this nerd. The words had barely finished leaving Eddie’s mouth before he was pressed up against the back of the van.

“Well, hello,” Eddie murmured, wide-eyed. No matter how many times they did this, he still acted surprised that it was happening. Steve was so gone on him.

“Hi,” Steve said lowly while sliding his leg in between Eddie’s. He leaned in so his mouth was a hairsbreadth away from Eddie’s. “You looked so good up there, baby.” He ran his hands up Eddie’s sides underneath his top, feeling up his warm, slightly sweaty skin, stopping midway up.

Eddie moaned and ground down on Steve’s thigh. “Yeah? I get you hot and bothered playing my guitar? The bad-boy rock-star look get you going, big boy?”

Steve was so grateful that Eddie was parked behind the bar where the wasn’t anyone around to see them like this when he pressed his mouth to Eddie’s, slow but firm. The warmth of Eddie against him and the taste of his mouth had him slowly getting hard in his jeans.

They stood there languidly kissing and grinding on each other for who knows how long (probably not really that long, since the others hadn’t all come out yet), when Steve feels another warm body press against his back.

“Hey, guys,” Argyle’s voice came softly from right near his ear as he pulled back from Eddie. “As nice as this show is, the kids are incoming, so you might want to wrap it up.” Steve felt one of Argyle’s hands card through the back of his hair as he spoke.

Eddie cleared his throat. “Thanks, man.”

Argyle leaned over Steve’s shoulder and pecked Eddie on the lips then Steve on the cheek. “No problem, dude.” He pulled away from the two of them. “I’m gonna go hop in Jon’s car. See you two at home!” He left in a jog, around the building and out of sight.

Eddie and Steve watched him go for a moment, then Eddie turned to Steve. “Wait, why did he come out the back?”

Steve thought about it and came up with… nothing. “Who knows, babe,” he said. “It’s Argyle.”

“Hm, true,” he agreed. Then he frowned. “You should probably head around to your car too. I’ve got to get the guys home, and you’ve got to take Robin and Dustin.”

Steve frowned, too, not wanting to pull away from Eddie’s warmth and love. “You’re right,” he grumbled, reluctantly, and peeled himself off his boyfriend.

Eddie put his hands on Steve’s shoulders and rubbed up and down a couple times. “You’ll be okay, you big ol’ baby.” He leaned in and pecked Steve one last time, before nudging him backwards. “Go wrangle our kids before Nancy shoots them. I’m sure they’re all driving her crazy,” he said. “And I don’t know about you, but I don’t exactly want to explain to Claudia why we’re returning Dustin with a bullet wound.”

Steve brightened up a little and chuckled. “Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

Eddie nodded firmly. “I’ll be home before my carriage turns back into a pumpkin,” he said, giving the back of the van a knock. “Don’t worry.” Then he got a wry smirk on his face. “Maybe we can spend some time in the Sex Dungeon when I get back.”

Groaning, Steve dropped his head back. “I wish you guys would stop calling it that. It’s upstairs! It can’t be a dungeon!” He turned and started to head around the building; he raised a hand and turned his head to look behind him as he said, “Bye.”

“Bye, Stevie!” Eddie called cheerfully. “Love you! Drive safe!”

He turned to walk backwards so he could look at Eddie as he said, with a slight blush, “Yeah, yeah. Love you, too. You drive safe too. You drive like a maniac,” and then he reached the corner of the building and was out of sight.

Steve couldn’t quite see the whole group since they were partly out-of-view around the front of the building, but he saw the younger teens bouncing around and chatting loudly while the older ones huddled up smoking and talking, with Robin and Chrissy off to the side… square-dancing? He assumed that was Robin’s doing since she was singing something while she spun around Chrissy around.

God, he loved Robin, but she was so weird sometimes.

Once he got close enough, he put his hands around the sides of his mouth and called, “Hey, this isn’t Texas, Robin! We’re in Indiana.”

Robin dropped Chrissy’s arm and spun around so fast, Steve worried for a second that she’d just tip right over, but she maintained her balance and mock-angrily yelled back, “You can talk Mr. Back-Lot Make-outs!”

Steve gasped playfully. “How could you, Argyle?” He could tell Eddie was rubbing off on him (in more ways than one) with how dramatic he was getting, going so far as to put his hand over his heart. “I thought we had something!”

“Sorry, man,” Argyle said, not a hint of remorse in his tone. He took another pull off the blunt in his hand. “To be far, though, I think most of them already suspected.” Then he gave Steve a mellow smile.

He laughed at that. “True, man.” He gestured and said, magnanimously, “I forgive you.”

“Thanks, man. Don’t know what I’d do with myself if you didn’t,” Argyle played along. Then he got back to his conversation with Jonathan, returning his arm around Eden.

Chrissy and Robin had come up on either side of him while he was talking to Argyle so he wrapped an arm around each girl. “Hey, Chris, Rob.” He plopped a kiss on top of each girl’s head, Robin’s first, of course. “What was up with the square-dancing?”

Robin instantly started rambling out a story about the square-dancing unit in elementary-school gym (which, how did he ever manage to forget that torture? He blamed the multiple concussions) and how Chrissy had never done it since she moved to Hawkins at the start of middle school. Chrissy chimed in occasionally to add a detail here or there, and like, he understood the why now, but he still didn’t understand how square-dancing came up in the first place… Thinking about it, he decided he’d be better off not asking, honestly. They’d be here another half hour while Robin “explained.”

By the time Robin got to the end of her story (only going off on three tangents before then; good job, Robs!), the kids had gotten antsy enough to start causing mischief and mayhem, so he had to pull away from her and Chrissy and practically wrestle them into the various cars with Nancy’s help so that they could leave.

Once they’d gotten home, gotten the kids all settled for the night, and gotten ready for bed themselves, Steve was beyond ready to crash. The adrenaline from the show had dissipated by this point, and he was left dragging himself into bed.

Practically as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was asleep. At some point later, he was dragged from the depths of his slumber to the sound of someone coming in the bedroom. Eddie. It had to be, since he hadn’t been back by the time Steve crashed.

He groggily opened his eyes the tiniest fraction and saw Robin snoring, fast asleep next to him, and Chrissy sitting up in bed with the lamp on, reading a book.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he heard Eddie whisper to Chrissy.

“Hi,” she replied, soft and syrup-sweet.

He heard the tink of Eddie’s rings in the bowl on the dresser. “I see Thing 1 and Thing 2 are out cold.” Then Steve heard the rustling of Eddie getting undressed. “Guess that means no Sex Dungeon tonight, huh?” Eddie asked, cheekily.

Chrissy let out the quietest little laugh. “I’m pretty tired too, so no. I just wanted to wait up to make sure you got home safely.” Even though he was half-asleep, Steve felt so proud of Chrissy in that moment. When they’d first gotten together, she’d felt so guilty every time she said no to sex with them, so this was big.

“That’s alright.” He could hear the smile in Eddie’s tone; he must be thinking the same thing as Steve. “Let me just brush my teeth and pee, and I’ll be in bed in a second.”

“Okay. I love you,” was the last thing Steve heard before he was pulled back to sleep, a smile on his face.

#fourormore #stranger things #fruity four #spicy six #polyamory #polycule #prompt fill #platonic stobin #talanashta writes #my lonely days are gone

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faggotmox · 1 year ago

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Show You How To Do This

Fandom: All Elite Wrestling (AEW) Rating: Explicit Characters: Jon Moxley, Claudio Castagnoli, (background) Bryan Danielson, Wheeler Yuta, Blackpool Combat Club, BCC Relationships: Jon Moxley/Claudio Castagnoli, background BCC Polycule Summary: Claudio shaves Mox's head before their match in Mexico. Word Count: 1,847 Writer's Notes: Shout out to @di0brando for proof reading/editing. You're the best. Yes, I know Yuta wasn't there but I pretend the whole BCC travels together like a weird version of Stark Tower in Marvel.

-> link to ao3

Show You How To Do This

"Damn it." Mox grunted as he dropped the clippers in his hand again, hunched over the hotel bathroom sink.

"You know," Claudio spoke up from the door that was supposed to be closed. "I could always help with that."

"Hey!" Mox glared at the reflection of his teammate. "I told everyone to stay the fuck out."

"I know." Claudio nodded along. "I got Bryan and Yuta to go for a run."

"You did?" Mox glanced behind the large man in his doorway.

"Yes, I did." Claudio crossed his arms over his chest. "Will you let me help you now?"

It wasn't that Mox was an insecure person, he didn't think his guys would suddenly think he was ugly without the little hair he kept. Mostly Mox just didn't like to change his appearance, and finally committing to the bald look was a pretty big change for him. Even if there wasn’t much hair left to remove. Mox knew he was sexy with or without hair, he just needed some time to adjust before everyone else got to see. He was the same with his tattoos as well, never telling people he was getting one and just letting himself adjust to it before the world got to have their opinion.

"…Sure." Mox let his shoulders slump. "It's the mirror. I can't figure out what way to go, you know?"

"Trust me, I know." Claudio smiled as he came further into the bathroom, letting the door close behind him despite being alone in the hotel. "Thank you for allowing me to help you."

"I should've just asked. I wanted to, but…" Mox gave a shrug.

"You do not like the change, I can understand that. You've never been keen on changing how you look." Claudio reiterated the thoughts that had flown through Mox's mind just moments before.

"You want me to sit or something?" Mox motioned to the closed toilet or the edge of the bath.

"No, it's alright. I'm tall enough." Claudio grinned at the annoyed look that got him. "I want to show you how to do this as well."

"Cool. Thanks." Mox smiled just a little into the mirror at Claudio.

It wasn't going to be a long process. Claudio started by explaining how the clippers worked before taking off all of Mox's fringe and then smoothing out the short fade. More hair fell away than Mox really expected as Claudio showed him which direction to run the clippers for the cleanest cut. The easy way Claudio fell into showing him made Mox feel more comfortable, more at ease. The large man had that effect on him more often than not.

The last of the length was cut away so Mox only had peach fuzz left.

"I'll get you an electric razor like mine to make this part easier, but…" Claudio couldn't help laughing at the fact Mox just had a safety razor. "You would have nicked yourself, darling."

"Shut up." Mox turned red. "I already did." He pointed to a little cut at the edge near his ear where he had clearly just tried and failed.

"Here. We'll use this instead." Claudio pulled out his dopp kit from near the sink to get out his straight razor and shaving cream.

"Have you been planning this?" Mox narrowed his eyes at the razor. "You don't cut your beard with a razor and you use the fancy waterproof one on your head in the shower."

"I may have noticed some things and decided to carry these around in case you asked for my help." Claudio at least looked abashed by being caught.

"Uh-huh." Mox turned to look directly up at Claudio. "You've been thinking about shaving me?"

"I-- you--" Claudio got flustered and had to look away.

"Is this the same reason why you talked Bryan and Wheeler into letting you groom their beards before shows, and do Bryan's braids?" Mox pressed himself slightly closer, even though there wasn't enough room.

"I simply know what I'm doing, and want to help." Claudio was turning a little red as Mox put his hand on the back of the larger man's neck.

"You always just wanna help, big guy." Mox's voice dropped slightly and Claudio pushed him up against the counter. "I think it's pretty hot when you do that shit."

"Jon…" Claudio sighed as he leaned into the other, his lips ghosting over Mox's ear as he tried to compose himself a little. "We need to finish."

"Think you can wait that long, Swiss?" Mox nipped at the underside of the chiseled jaw of Claudio.

"Stop trying to distract me." Claudio groaned as he worked to spin Mox back around.

"Fine, fine. Hurry up." Mox grumbled as he let himself be turned.

The shaving cream was applied lightly over Mox's head. The sensual feeling was a surprise to Mox. Maybe this was why Bryan and Yuta always seemed centered after Claudio groomed them. A shiver ran through Mox as he thought of it like that. Claudio was grooming them. The way Claudio made a lot of their gear, or at the very least tailored it, or how he always cooked for them, and helped them train. There was always a service Claudio provided them with an expert level of awareness.

"So, you always known you had a grooming fetish?" Mox held still but laughed at the incredulous look that earned him.

"Have you always known you were a brat?" Claudio shot back much to Mox's glee.

"Yeah, actually." Mox looked even more smug now as Claudio cleared the back of his head with slow, gentle, efficient strokes of the razor.

"Can you be patient for a few more minutes while I finish?" Claudio rolled his eyes as he moved onto the sides.

"Yes, daddy, I can." Mox's voice dripped sweet sarcasm.

"You're impossible."

The rest didn't take long. A few clean sweeps over the top. A couple touch ups. They were done. Mox blinked at himself in the mirror, reaching up to touch his scalp. It wasn't bad, he realized. It looked nice thanks to Claudio's careful touch. Mox had been terrified of obliterating part of his beard. There weren't any rough patches either. He let out a huge sigh of relief that he didn't realize he was holding in.

"You look good, Jon." Claudio smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of Mox's now-bald head.

"Thanks to you. I'd have missed patches and cut myself." Mox grinned as he rubbed along the side.

"You'll learn." Claudio nudged him.

"Maybe, but I'd rather you do it." Mox smiled at the excitement that got from Claudio.

"You're very sweet sometimes." Claudio took Mox by the hand and pulled him towards the shower. "I know you must be itchy."

"Fuck yeah, I'm itchy." Mox groaned dramatically as Claudio turned the shower on.

"Let's get you cleaned off." Claudio agreed.

They made quick work of what little clothes they had on before popping into the shower. Claudio was quick to press Mox up against the wall as the warm water cascaded down their bodies. The soft little moans Mox always made when he was being manhandled turned into full blown groans as Claudio worked two fingers into him. Thankfully, they kept a stash of lube in the shower. Claudio's teeth found the webbing of Mox's shoulder and neck and decided to leave some marks there. A claim of sorts.

"Fuck, fuck. Claudio, I swear to god, if you're teasing me--" Mox grunted as he pushed on the wall to add more pressure against Claudio's fingers.

"I'm not." Claudio mumbled against his skin as a third finger slipped in to make Mox howl. "Shh, relax."

"Can't fuckin' relax when you just spent thirty minutes grooming me and shit." Mox sighed again as Claudio slipped three fingers in and out of him. "God damn. That feels so fucking good, man."

"Jon." Claudio's warning tone, like he might snap if Mox kept it up. So of course Mox kept it up.

"You're fucking sexy as hell standing over me, shaving me and making sure I look good." Mox grinned to himself as he felt Claudio move his leg, making him put a foot up on the corner edge of the shower. "Fuck yeah."

"If you ever want your chest hair gone again…" Claudio wrapped an arm around Mox to run his fingers through said chest hair as the other hand lined himself up with Mox's hole and started to push in.

"Fuck!" Mox yelled out as he felt himself being filled.

There was almost no way to shut Mox up when he was really into something unless you gagged him. Considering it was the middle of the day in their hotel, Claudio decided not to care much, and started to thrust into the smaller man with a lot more force. The increased volume from Mox only spurred Claudio on, his thrusts staying annoyingly in rhythm when Mox tried to get him to speed up.

"Stay still." Claudio growled. "You'll slip."

"Fuck me harder then!" Mox had both hands trying to grip onto the unforgiving wall, face pressed against the cool tile as he was thoroughly fucked.

Claudio shifted his stance, using the tub walls to brace against as he focused on harder, more direct thrusts that made Mox go insane. The man was practically melting in Claudio's arms. They were both so close. Claudio could feel the urgent squeeze of Mox's inner walls. One of Mox's hands was grabbed and shoved between the wall and his body, signaling for him to start jerking himself off while Claudio held them up.

"Fuck, yes, keep going! That's it." Mox cried out and threw his head back as he came all over the shower wall with only a few tugs.

Claudio stilled, cursing to himself in his own language as he rode out Mox's orgasm with him. If he kept going he knew he'd come too, and he knew Mox loved being fucked after he got his. As Mox went boneless, Claudio shifted them to face the wall with the shower head, he pushed at Mox's shoulders until he bent over with his hands braced on the wall.

"Wider." Claudio pushed the other's legs apart until they were against the walls of the tub. "There. Hold on."

"To fuckin' what?"

Instead of answering, Claudio gripped Mox's hips and started to amp back up to a rough pace. The low whine from Mox set Claudio on edge as he sped up his thrusts. There was no holding back anymore as Claudio got closer and Mox got louder. Claudio finally came with a heavy moan, fully bottomed out in Mox, spilling into him as they both gasped heavy breathes.

"Fuck." Mox felt himself being pulled up to standing as the water ran down his front.

"Fuck." Claudio mumbled in agreement as he came down slowly. "Okay, we should actually wash up before the others get back.”

"Jeez. Give a guy a minute." Mox grunted as he found his footing in the shower.

"You never need a minute." Claudio scoffed.

#ay look a fic i guess lmao #jon moxley #claudio castagnoli/jon moxley #claudio castagnoli #bcc fic #bcc #blackpool combat club #blackpool combat club fic #aew fic #fanfic #fanfiction #wrestling fic #aew fanfiction #ranger written

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simmingwormly · 24 days ago

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Wormville: Rotation 11: Devir-Jilleni

I expected this to be a wholesome round. I couldn't have been more wrong.

Given how much happened in this round, this post will purposefully only follow the adults. The kids get their own post.

One thing! I finally got an idea how to conceptualize the "slacker" career. It's Romance Sim-focused, and its highest level is being paid for your presence at parties, another high level has the Sim edit "home videos"... so even though not all levels fit, and it doesn't suit every Sim in the career, and it definitely wasn't intended to be read that way... it's sex work to me.

Some characters share colors: Beatrice and Victor are both blue and Bennett and Serenity both green, but they are never on screen together.

CW: Misogyny (Iulius), depiction of sex work (not a major focus, mostly positive depiction through consenting adults who work independently and aren't coerced into anything), domestic violence (fantasified, just Sims being brawl-happy as always, but just in case), disease, death, holy shit, this post might be a little too heavy for my blog. No, really. I'm serious. The ratio of silly to heavy is about 1 : 19.

< PREVIOUS ROTATION

Children Update

NEXT ROTATION >

Catch up on the storyline (of this family): The Devir-Jilleni household (a polycule of 4 + their 4 children) really wants to open a clothing store/dance studio, but they can't afford it yet. Hannah Devir enlisted in the military to earn the money faster, but it might backfire at her very quickly. Even more importantly, though, it seems like not every single member of the foursome was as mentally prepared for open love life as they thought they were...

"Let me make one thing clear, pretty face. You're no officer."

"My uniform begs to differ. And so does the general, since I get paid like everyone else."

"The opinion of some off town general is worthless, and I don't care what you wear. No matter how many cocks you suck to climb up ranks, you will never be a real soldier. And I will end your little game as soon as the general is... finally me."

"'Scuse me? Are you saying I'm trying to sleep my way to the top? That would really offend me, if it wasn't coming from Mr Nepotism himself. How's your mommy?"

"Dead. I am the head of my clan now! And when I'm the general-"

"Provided I don't become the general first..."

"Try that and I'll make you disappear in the dungeon. I'll find a reason to justify it to the priest. And I'll guarantee you, after a year or two down there... your face won't be this pretty anymore..."

"Hey! Iulius! Hello!"

"Felicia! Greetings! You look wonderful today!"

"Thank you! You too! Sorry you had to wait."

"It's okay. At least I got to talk to your wife. Hannah and I don't meet very often at work, so it's beneficial to meet off the clock sometimes and exchange intel."

"Honestly, I'm just glad you two don't fight anymore."

"No, he didn't! He pretty much still bullies me! And Bea, too!"

"Iulius is... not the best guy around, I know. I'm so sorry. I'll try to talk to him once again, explain-"

"I don't know what you want to explain to him. That it's bad to hurt people? He knows, he just doesn't care, because he's a piece of shit! And I hate, hate that you're still friends with him!"

"I'm trying to be friends with everybody."

"When Bea invited Victor, you yelled at him and kicked him out."

"With everybody, except murderers."

"That was before he did...that."

"I could see it in him from the beginning. I'm an ex-acolyte, I often understand people's natures even before they show them off."

"So what do you see in mine, if you think that your bestie should get no social consequences for making my life living hell?"

"I don't think that. I always speak positively of you around Iulius, and make him know that I condemn his behavior towards you."

"And then you invite him over, so he can pick on me and beat me up in my own fucking house. I'm tired, Feli. I'm really tired of this."

In the meantime, Beatrice discovers unsettling news. She's pregnant again, but this time, it makes her feel conflicting emotions. She knows that financially and space-wise, this child is going to be a problem. Plus, she didn't plan it. It was a failing of her contraceptive methods, and it could've happened with anybody she slept with in the recent times. How will her partners react if the child is someone else's? But on the other hand, Beatrice is a Family Sim, and she's anxious and worried, but not unhappy about her state.

"So, I guess we can forget about the shop and the studio. It was nice while it lasted, I guess."

"Hannah! You can't just give up like that!"

"Like what? We just keep failing. And now we'll have to take care of five children."

"Gina and Sophia are almost teenagers, they can help out. And I don't work that often, I can take most of it on myself. You two can't give up on your dreams. The only thing we need to solve is... money."

"Unfortunately, that is a damn hard thing to solve. Vic promised he'll help us once he can, but that's going to be... probably in years."

"And Felicia keeps saying she'll have the money any day now."

"Nah. Fuck this. I'm gonna get the money."

"How?"

"Find... sponsors. If you can do it, Bea, then I can, too. I've heard Quincy Fiera does it on the side, too."

"I don't do the same thing as Quincy. For me, it's a job. I meet clients and get paid. Quincy isn't a sex worker. She meets dates and sometimes gets gifts from them that she sells. It's different."

"Hm. Gifts... I can charm people into giving me gifts, too."

"Hannah. No. You don't have to do this."

"Chill! I know! But it sounds fun, and it also sounds hella effective. Didn't Quincy get a hot-tub?"

It's unsurprising, then, that Hannah makes her way to the Sweet Discretion, the activity central for local Romance Sims. She scopes the room and gets a bad idea.

"No."

"I haven't said anything!"

"I saw the walk."

"..."

"And the answer is no. I'm married."

"Okay, suit yourself."

A garden club townie! That's more like it!

Or...not? This really isn't Hannah's day.

In the end, she managed to seduce him. Later that day, he brough her an arcade machine, which was definitely good enough pay for the effort!

Unfortunately, that is about all the good things in Hannah's situation. Her relationship with Felicia is only 14 STR/11 LTR (no fury, and Felicia's relationship to Hannah stayed at 90+ on both scales, mostly lowered only by the serious scientist not appreciating her wife's dirty jokes that Hannah keeps making).

Hannah feels... resentment. Towards Felicia, for seemingly not caring about her enough to ditch Iulius, or to at least protect her from him. Towards herself... for feeling that way. She loves Bea and Ben, yes, but Felicia is supposed to be a little special. She's the one Hannah owes her life, the woman who sacrified her future so that Hannah could live. She's not supposed to resent her. It's not right. It's not fair.

In general, she's not feeling her best. Something is off. The stress is getting to her.

Meanwhile, Beatrice goes to visit the Temple, and- oh no. Someone has just finished getting themselves in trouble.

“I do not know what to tell you. It was incredibly irresponsible of you.”

“I came home beaten up and this is what you say to me? After lecturing me on compassion?”

“I saw the wide smile. You're not in distress. You're proud of yourself.”

“Wouldn’t you be? I pulverized her.”

“Yes, but on temple grounds. That's against the Entity's laws.”

“If the Entity was really that mad at me, it would've just smitten me. And I'm not smitten. Knowing Nico, the punishment is gonna be something like ‘pray five times in row’ or ‘pet all cats in town'. I'm just really bummed that you're mad.”

“Please, stop wiggling!”

“But it burns!”

“It is a disinfectant. It burns, because it's working. And I'm not mad at you, ‘Ranni, I'm worried. I do not want you to get consequences for this, and I know you will. I'm scared about what they're going to be.”

“Look on the bright side, though. Serenity's gonna get punished, too.”

“That is a really poor consolation when you put yourself in danger. Didn't you know that fighting in the Temple was forbidden?”

“I did. And I wasn't really planning it. But if you heard what she said, you would've gone for her throat, too.”

“What did she say?”

“That the twins aren't yours. Bullshit! The biggest bull ever shat!”

“Oh, ‘Ranni… it's okay, I do not suspect you of anything. I have no doubt that they are mine.”

“She said that they looked nothing like you. Which is, like, is she blind or what? And that she knows that we were fighting when they must've been conceived. Then she called me ‘an adulterous vixen.’ Me! Adulterous!”

“That is cruel and ridiculous. But also, how did she know about our crisis?”

“I was thinking the same. Plus, if I'm counting right, and I am fucking counting right, it's my fucking body for fuck's sake, I got pregnant like a day or two before the whole… Balthazar thing started. So she's not just a nosy stalker, she's dumb as well.”

Felicia finally manages to finish the contraption commissioned by Regina Hanson. It's lab equipment which will allow the doctor to finally synthesise medicine and distribute it in her pharmacy!

On the roof of the Sweet Discretion, Beatrice runs into Quincy. (who got hit by the newest wave of cc deletion, however this Maxis hair actually suits her perfectly and I love it on her even more than the previous 2 cc hairs she used to wear)

What is notable about this meeting and the two of them making up again, is that Bea takes her on a date and Quincy Not-Marriage-Material Fiera IMMEDIATELY rolls the want to marry her. Should Bennett be afraid for his life?

Okay, back to reporting on Hannah's misery.

During Gina's birthday party (more on that in the child post), Hannah makes genuine effort to improve things between her and Felicia.

"I miss you..." Hannah whispers.

"We see each other every day..."

"Not really, not anymore... but I can make it right."

One lesser known fact about Hannah Devir is that she, in fact, has really high logic skill. Here she is, using it to make more money for her and Beatrice's store to finally open.

Hires you to stink at you.

Then, Beatrice receives a call from a prospective client, who wants her to accompany him and entertain him for an evening in Downtown. (In game: A random downtownie, whom nobody in the household knows, called and asked Bea for an outing.) She asks him whether she could take her "coterie," and he says the more the merrier. (as long as her friends are good-looking enough, of course, which Beatrice assured him that they were drop-dead gorgeous) So the whole polycule gets to go on a night out!

(As a detail, I interpret the client to be straight, so he welcomed Hannah and Felicia coming along, and Bennett was allowed to be there since him and Bea often pretend that he's employed by Bea's nonexistent escort agency as the security.)

The "client" starts autonomously flirting with Beatrice, and keeps at it for the entire lenght of the outing. (combined with playing on the arcade machines) The outing is a great success, and he pays, tipping included.

Surprisingly, he doesn't even mind when...

"Tell me, Beatrice, why did you bring me here?"

"To spend a fun night at the club-"

"No, you're here on a fucking client appointment, and you brought us along - why? To help you? To watch you? To feel like you're out with friends instead?!"

"If you didn't want to go, you just should've stayed home..."

"I can stay home everytime. I don't need to be involved. Not in anything you and Hannah do. Bennett, too! I feel like I'm only 'in relationship' with the three of you so someone pays your groceries and watches over the kids when you're out competing who can fuck more strangers in one night-"

"Feli, please, calm down. We're in public-"

"When I agreed with Hannah that we'll be in an 'open relationship,' I thought it's going to be just Ben and you, or maybe Mina. Quincy, if I'm generous. And when I agreed to merge our families, I thought that's what we were going to be - a family. Four people who love each other and raise kids."

"But we are that!"

"No. You three run a brothel, no matter if you get paid or just do it for fun, and I'm the one you forced to be the accountant."

"Felicia, that's not true..."

"Well, if you say so... Now, excuse me. I'm going to make someting extra by DJing. Someone has to pay for your precious dream store, after all."

Bennett hid in a ball and stayed there for 6 hours. He had a great time.

Hannah has an altercation with Miss Crumplebottom for her swimwear crimes. (actually, Miss C did not stop lecturing Hannah even after she covered up. I guess that Hannah's existence is sort of an amalgamation of everything she stands against.)

"My, my, dearie... Why such a tormented look?"

"Get away from me, crone."

"Ohoho, buttercup, you cannot offend me this easily. Perhaps we could turn that frown upside down? My spells and charms could help you find the One..."

"Look inside. See the DJ?"

"The tall dark-haired lass in blue?"

"Yeah, that's her. That's MY wife! I don't need to find 'the One'. I have everyone I need!"

"So why aren't you inside with her?"

"Because I'm a dumb idiot that can't get over her own feelings. Leave me alone, damnit!"

"I've heard what you said to Bea."

"Good."

"I had no idea you've been feeling that way."

"Maybe you would've if... Fuck, Hannah, you were right. We don't see each other anymore."

"But we can make it... right again..."

"Can we? Can you promise me that you will completely change and stop sleeping around?"

"Yes- yes."

"But you can't keep that promise. And neither can Beatrice."

"I- What about Iulius? That is okay?"

"No. It's not. I hurt you. I kept hurting you. But I don't think... I can care anymore. You abandoned me."

"I didn-"

"You're drunk."

"You... too?"

"Yeah. And it's setting me free, finally."

"..."

"I'm going back to the booth. While... you busy yourself spreading legs for strangers, I can make us some... more money."

"Feli, wait!"

"What now?"

"Do you..." Hannah can barely talk through sobbing. "Do you regret saving me?"

Felicia turns back around. Her worst, most noxious, most hurtful thought claws its way to the surface. It's not true, not fully, it's not the whole truth. But she whispers it anyway.

"Maybe... I should've kept that for Elphius."

Felicia almost manages to walk back to the DJ booth, when Hannah, gone into a full meltdown, catches her and tries to hold her down, embrace her, anything. Felicia struggles against her, and somehow Hannah's tries become increasingly violent. In the end, Bennett has to tear her away from her wife.

Notice Beatrice being distressed in the background. Terry Hanson reacted with a similar worry and discomfort, but Aranni II. Beldine, the "client", and Serenity Elaho-Inipp (not visible from this angle, unfortunately) were cheering at the fight.

Hannah slaps away Bennett's hand, gets up on her own and lunges into the crowd.

"It's all... today... today's... tonight's all your fault anyway."

It only takes a fateful second before Aranni excitedly announces, "Holy shit, it's a BAR FIGHT!" and pounces at Serenity.

CHOMP

(this, too, can be yuri)

Yeah. So. That was not a good night for the Devir-Jillenis. Beatrice (sober) and Bennett (sober-adjacent) managed to haul Hannah (who was complaining about feeling "like shit") and Felicia (who kept repeating the same gripes, making less and less sense and fewer and fewer complete sentences) back home and get them to bed without waking any of the children up. The mood was atrocious.

So atrocious, in fact, that it doesn't even help when the sum of 25 000 Simoleons pops up in Beatrice's bank account. It turns out that Felicia's agreement with Regina Hanson was that in exchange for the device, Regina would finance Beatrice's and Hannah's dream store. The Hanson heiress came through.

"We... we made it."

"Yeah, we did..."

"It's strange. I was expecting that it was going to feel... grander. Better."

"Me too. This sucks."

"We should maybe go home. We can start setting things up tomorrow."

"Right. I still feel like shit. It's like I was about to pass out any second. Fucking hangover."

"Hannah...?!"

"What?"

"You're not hungover, you have a fever!"

But it is way too late.

Felicia, sleeping after the disaster of the night in the club, is woken up by a horrible premonition. She stumbles out of the bed, dizzy. Her head is pounding. She makes it down the stairs. Beatrice is in the kitchen, preparing soup for her sick girlfriend.

"WHERE IS HANNAH?" Felicia bellows.

"Uh... in the bathroom?"

Felicia immediately runs towards the bathroom door. Beatrice, startled and concerned, follows. They hear loud, painful coughs and vomiting.

"Hannah! Unlock the door!"

"Hannah!"

"Hannah, are you okay in there?"

"Hannah, can you hear me?"

"HANNAH!"

When they manage to break the door down, they only find the urn. Not even Death Himself is still there.

(In game, of course Hannah wasn't locked in the bathroom, Sims don't do that. But the bathroom was small and she died so inconveniently placed, nobody could actually get to Grim Reaper to plead for her.)

Felicia wishes she died instead.

So, this round was not low-key traumatizing (for all the Sims, and me) at all! Luckily, it also has a very, very tonally different companion post, the children update, where you'll see what were the kids up to, and more! (I promise it's very unlike this one.) (If it's not up yet, it means I'm working on it) Anyway, the next in line is the household Devir 3, with Lester, Oliver, and their barely functioning farm.

By the way, I did not plan Hannah's death - unlike Balthazar's, hers was fully the game's doing. It will create a lot of interesting tension, and I'm excited for that, but I must say I was very attached to her and really keeping my fingers crossed she would become the general instead of Iulius. Oh well...

#the sims 2 #ts2 #the sims #simbrl #simblr #wormville #custom neighborhood #generation 1 #gameplay #wormgameplay #wormville: rotation 11 #wormville: beatrice the socialite #wormville: hannah the dancer #wormville: felicia the scientist #wormville: serenity the conservationist #wormville: bennett the athlete #wormville: victor the scholar #wormville: aranni ii. the gamer #wormville: iulius the soldier

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merlinfromberlin · 27 days ago

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Hi :D

You have no idea how excited I was when I got the ALLOR chapter 5 update email and by god it did not disappoint

anyway, I was just wondering whether Bumblebee has a sparkbond with Optimus? because you mention Bumblebee's bond with Ratchet but not Optimus?

Hi ^^

That's great to hear! I was incredibly excited to finally be working on it again. :D Very happy to hear that you liked it. :D

No, in ALLOR specifically Bee does not have a sparkbond with Optimus or his other caregivers, but only with Ratchet. I'll explain why, but put it below a cut because, technically, it'll be adressed/talked about later in the story and, thus, is spoilers even though it's not that relevant to the plot.

When Bee first emerged from the Well of Allsparks, he was not taken in by Optimus & Co. immediately. Instead, he was first raised by and bonded to a small group of mecha (I think maybe from Praxus? Can't check because I don't have my notes with me; ultimately it's not that important where exactly they lived) that perished in a Decepticon attack while Bee survived.

As Bee was still very young at that point, his spark was not stable on its own (like not AT ALL) and, when Autobot Search and Rescue Teams arrived, he was basically fluxing really badly. His spark was on the brink of teetering out and, in its panic, reaching out for ANY adult Cybertronian around in a really desperate attempt to stabilise itself. It just kinda happened to be Ratchet who first came close enough for Bee to latch onto. Which was also very lucky because Ratchet had the knowledge to stabilise him.

I imagine that it was kinda awkward when Ratchet kinda randomly brought Bee home from the rescue mission after that. Especially because he not only bonded to that sparkling, but also got attached to him really fast. Just: "Hey. I found this sparkling and I have only had him for half a cycle, but if anything happened to him, I would first kill everyone in this room and then myself"-typa energy.

At first, they (as in the Prime polycule composed of Optimus, Ironhide, Elita and Ratchet) planned to acclimate him to someone else and send him to neutral territory. But, then everyone else also got attached to Bee, too, and so, they ultimately decided to keep raising him. (It probably also helped their decision that, at that point, it became obvious that not even neutral territories where safe from being attacked by Cons.)

Bee has not (yet) formed sparkbonds with his other caregivers for several reasons. However, the main one being that his spark simply was not stable enough to do so for a very long time. Even though he was found and rescued by Ratchet, Bee's spark was ultimately still without the necessary support from adult sparks for a kinda long period of time. As in: it's a miracle he even survived that long on his own kinda amount of time. And that took a toll on his spark, making him prone to fluxes and growing pains and always a little delayed in growth and just, generally, unstable.

Eventually, that would smooth over and settle, but before that happened, they were afraid that introducing more sparkbonds before Bee's spark had settled would upset what precarious balance Bee's spark had found with Ratchet and harm him more than help him.

And then, by the time they were sure that Bee's spark had set, the War had escalated even further and it was hard to arrange the cerenomy. There was always someone that was sent onto a mission somewhere and even if they had time together, it was always short-lived. Then, at some point, there was also Tyger Pax and after that Bee's spark was, once again, not stable enough for bonding. As it turns out, being tortured almost to death is not very conductive for your health.

Then, they left Cybertron with the Ark and by the time a bonding ceremony would have been viable again, they had to evacuate the Ark and Ratchet, Optimus and Bee were separated from Ironhide and Elita (and Roddy who was also raised by the Prime polycule, but is older than Bee and was officially taken in by them shortly before the start of the War).

And now that OP, Ratchet and Bee are stuck on Earth without the other three, they might have the opportunity and ability to perform a bonding ceremony with only the three of them, but... they kinda don't want to. Like, it's a whole family thing - all of them or no one. It would just feel wrong to do it without the others. And, just because they are not bonded, does not mean that they are less of a real family. They have, after all, been a family for a very long time now. So, they are waiting for when they get all back together to perform the bonding ceremony.

Optimus, Ironhide and Elita absolutely do act just as much as Bee's parents as Ratchet does, though. They are just not bonded.

I'm sorry that it's so complicated. ^^" Honestly, I am not even sure when or why I made it this complicated. It's not that relevant to the plot.

I think that maybe it was in response to plotting out another story (Champions Aren't Born) and realising that I was going to have to focus more on Bee and Optimus' relationship there than I first anticipated (not a bad thing, I'm really excited for that, too; just different from what I first wanted to do with that story), so I wanted this one to put Bee and Ratchet in the foreground.

TLDR: Basically, Optimus, Elita-1, Ironhide and Ratchet raised/are raising Bee (and Hot Rod, for that matter except they actually took him in before the War) as a group effort even though Ratchet is the only one who has a sparkling bond to him. They do plan on remidying that, but only once they all get back together.

#ALLOR #A Little Left of Right #my fanfics #tldr included #I'm sorry if I'm a bit incoherent #I've been running around in the sun all day and am kinda tired now #but I was kinda expecting this question and am really happy to answer it because I thought about it a lot #it's also nice because it helped me realise one more thing that I need to set up in chapter 6

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reflectionsofacreator · 9 months ago

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📖 XVI

[Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.]

So I've had this idea for a modern AU knocking around in my head for some time, rather than a fic set in the regular setting, and it's focused on the polycule that is Joshua/Dion/Terence/Jote.

The catch is that it's told through in universe recordings of therapy sessions, with certain names or events redacted or told out of order.

The fic would follow the four of them as they start to open up about their various issues; either with each other, their pasts, whatever. Initially Terence is the most open with the therapist, citing that he's the one who pushed for all of them to finally go to therapy. Dion is pretty quickly revealed to have deep seated religious trauma from his father's homophobia and keeping his relationship with Terence a secret for 10+ years. Jote is the most blunt about how she knows that she's extremely messed up, but she's willing to try. Joshua is presented as charming but constantly redirecting and trying to get out of actually having to talk about his own issues, much to the therapist's chagrin.

Slowly it's revealed that Dion and Terrence have been together since their very religious highschool days, with Dion bearing the brunt of the secret keeping from Sylvestre, who has kept himself involved in his son's life by monetary assistance. They'd been happy together for several years but didn't dare get married for fear of what retaliation Sylvestre or his new wife Anabella would foster on to them. Things had started to change when Terence met and fell for Jote, with that being the catalyst for ending up here, in the therapist's office.

The first time Joshua really opens up is recounting the time that he and Dion met, at his brother Clive's house. It had been silly and fun, with Clive mistaking Dion's panic over intruding on Terence and Jote's date as Dion being cheated on and offered him a place to stay. There's even a few laughs as Joshua recounts the night, only to sober and go quiet. The therapist asks what's wrong, and Joshua murmurs this I fear that Dion hates me now.

Hard cut to Dion again, with the recording noting that he's been silent for seven minutes. Finally he admits that he doesn't know where he stands with Joshua, because Joshua won't talk to him. He's always felt somewhat guilty about their relationship in the deep recesses of his mind, worried that he doesn't love Terence enough, worry that it makes him a bad person to love more than one person at a time. He worries over not being enough for Joshua or Terence, and even Jote, though he and she are not romantically involved.

There's a cut to Jote. Yes, Joshua and I are... pretty unhealthy, I guess. It's what happens when you accidentally make a cult in highschool and it blows up in your face. We would've been fine, I think, but my brother Cyril's sentence was up, and he got released from prison. And he came looking for us. I've never been so terrified when I realized he was in our house, that he'd tricked Terence and Dion into letting him inside, acted like a regular person. Well, there was one other time, when I saved Joshua's life. Funny how those two things are related.

For the first time, there's a new voice on the recordings; a young teenager named Olivier. He's a little haughty, but he stresses that he doesn't really get why he's here, other than Terence insisted. Really that Cyril guy wasn't that big of a deal, just a bit creepy? Oh, we don't have to talk about that? Awesome. Anyways how about the fact that I accidentally outed Dion to our homophobic father on the same night that I got punished for being caught kissing a boy? Yeah, um... how do I not feel guilty about that btw, and the fact that Dion got legal custody of me when I've been nothing but a burden?

There's so many ideas I have for this, but like. The framing device of "in universe therapy sessions" makes me not actually want to write it. I would need to go down a rabbithole of how actual sessions get conducted, have to nail each character's voice, etc. But the idea of slowly revealing the plot of this story that actually spanned over the course of ~6 years, and how each of them affected each other, agh. Won't leave me alone.

For what it's worth -- Joshua and Jote have been together since highschool as well (their whole Undying Cult thing that Cyril also was apart of) (it's a lot) (Cyril's still obsessed with Joshua years later, hence the Everything), and later got secretly married so Cyril wouldn't be listed as her next of kin. They both went into medical school to try and "make up" for what happened, but they're rather private about the events to the point that Terence and Dion didn't know until it showed up on their doorstep.

Yeah, it's a bit over the top and stuff, but like. Putting all the fantastical stuff in a modern lens is interesting and makes for some fascinating exploration of character.

Jote and Dion are not romantically involved, largely because Dion is Hella Gay. Similarly, Joshua and Terence are good friends, but aren't really involved romantically other than "let's doubleteam Dion". Terence and Jote met while Jote and Joshua were still in college, and by the time the story takes place (several years later, in therapy) both Joshua and Jote are certified medical professionals and they also all live in a house together and co-parent The Brat Olivier.

This got away from me. Oops.

#ask creator #creator writes #final fantasy xvi #i need a polycule name for tdjj #phoenixflare #teredio #shuate

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