#or polycule. either or

[randomminty]

If pokemon wont give me bea and allister siblingisms ill just make it MYSELF

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[pomefioredove]

You know what would be sad? If you/Yuu breaks up with Vil (or vice versa) and then runs to Rook afterwards. I wonder if Vil is going to feel betrayed again? If you could do a little scenario for this, that’d be great!

this is such a good prompt, I love rebound scenarios omg. needed this today. and here comes rook with the steel chair!!!

summary: getting dumped by vil schoenheit type of post: long fic characters: rook additional info: romantic, established relationship, vil breaks up with reader, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, kinda angsty, hahhhh, my god

"It's not personal. I just don't think it's fair to you," Vil says.

He doesn't fidget. Maintains perfect eye contact. He doesn't even try to act sorry, which, perhaps, is what stings the most.

He's supposed to be an actor, after all.

That's what this is all about.

"You must have always known this was a possibility," he says. "My schedule is getting busier, I simply don't... want to push you away."

Each word is spoken with a honeyed softness, as if he's trying to cushion the blows. It doesn't help.

Your heart thuds in your chest, your eyes burn. This is the worst thing you've ever experienced. You would take a thousand overblots over this. Any day.

What a bitter sentiment.

"You don't mean to push me away. What is this, then?"

A look of guilt finally crosses Vil's face, cracking the mask of professionalism he'd been hiding behind. It offers little comfort.

His brow furrows, and he sighs. "A preventative measure. It would hurt more if I'd waited,"

A million questions fly through your mind, faster than you can catch them. You want to shout, to tell him exactly how he's making you feel, to ask him who he thinks he is- but all you can manage is a stare.

He frowns, extending a hand as if to caress your face, but you turn on your heels and leave before he has the chance.

You wouldn't sit there and let him make a fool of you any longer.

You had become comfortable with the Pomefiore dorm in the past few months, but today, its elegance feels suffocating. The white and gold decor seems to mock you, every vase of perfect flowers laughing at your imperfection as you pass them by.

It hurts.

Stings, burns, makes you feel like you're drowning in a sea of perfume, choking on lilac and rose. Has the air here always been so sickeningly sweet?

There's still a lingering part of you that wants to run back to him, to beg, to negotiate, but you know he's right. You hate that he's right.

This... whatever it was... wouldn't last.

And you'd always known it.

---

How does one recover from being dumped by Vil Schoenheit?

Short answer: you can't.

You can wallow all you want, drowning yourself in the unhealthy foods he forbade you from eating, skipping the classes he'd so encouraged you to excel in, and using cheap tissues on your formerly-perfect skin, but that doesn't change a thing.

Perhaps if it hadn't been so public, you might have pulled yourself together sooner. But the very second all of your pictures were gone from his profile, everyone knew.

On some nights, you'd torture yourself by reading the thirsty comments from desperate fans under his latest posts, all of them pointing out his recent singleness. You would wonder to yourself if you had sounded that pathetic when you were dating Vil.

Just another hopeless, desperate fan, hoping for a piece of him.

People on campus avoided you. Not out of fear, but pity, a lack of knowing what to say. How do you even comfort someone after this?

It was like having an open wound on full display. No matter how you tried to bandage it, it kept bleeding through.

Even Grim was keeping his distance.

What little comfort came in the form of an anonymous knight in shining armor. Roses left at your doorstep, letters of love and encouragement on your assigned seats, little baskets full of your favorite foods and trinkets on your kitchen table...

You would have questioned it if you were not so consumed by your grief. At least the mystery offered a distraction.

"Another one," Ace comments, pulling a letter off your chair before you can sit on it. "Whoever this guy is, he's slick."

He hands you the letter, which you gracefully accept.

Deuce watches cautiously. "And you're sure it's not just... some kinda of prank, right? I've known my fair share of nasty types, this could be a trick."

"Too much effort," you shake your head. "I mean, whoever this is is spending a lot of time and money cheering me up. Not to mention... I've tried looking up some of these poems, and no matches. They're originals."

You wave around the letter in hand, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Though, I'm sure whoever's doing it is just being nice,"

"Nice. Right," Ace rolls his eyes. "Cause I know like, a million teenage boys who are just dying to write poetry for their friends."

Even Deuce snickers at that. You roll your eyes.

"Point taken. I guess I just can't believe that anyone would want me after..." you pause. There's no pleasant way to put it, so you let Ace and Deuce fill in the blanks.

"Hey, Vil is a jerk. He doesn't deserve you," Deuce says. "And trust me, if I ever catch him disrespecting you again-"

Ace scoffs. "Woah, there, tiger. Calm down. Vil could kick your ass and we all know it,"

"He really was something, wasn't he?" you sigh, slumping in your seat. Ace and Deuce give each other a panicked look.

"We didn't mean-"

"No, I get it," you say, reaching down to the floor in an attempt to touch your toes. Vil had told you that little exercises help calm the nerves. You hate how you still need his advice.

"Oh, hey, look," you sit back up, another pink envelope in hand. "Another one."

---

There's something about these gifts that doesn't sit right with you.

Each one is arranged to perfection, obviously crafted by a very thoughtful individual, just personal enough to suit your tastes but distant all the same.

It's almost as if the sender is holding something back.

But, not today.

You're greeted by a trail of rose petals leading up to Ramshackle's front door, which itself is ajar. Not uncommon, considering Grim's inability to take care of the makeshift dorm, but with the scent of roses and the candlelight inside, you know it's something more.

You walk in, setting your things aside, and continue following the path of petals into the kitchen, where a rickety wooden table has been set for two.

You, however, are the only one in the room.

"Hello?" you ask, turning in circles. The space is empty, save for a small letter on one of the chairs.

Beautiful,

A little bird told me you doubt the intentions of my admiration. I must amend that immediately, and I see no better way than to say it myself.

Yours truly.

"Trickster," a familiar voice comes from the doorway behind you, and you whirl around to face your admirer.

"Rook!" you gasp, clutching the letter to your chest.

He beams in response. "Oui, c'est moi. Though I was so enjoying the mystery, I feel it's time I made my intentions clear. Sit, please,"

You don't hesitate to follow his suggestion (the surprise left your knees feeling weak, anyway), and he joins you in the adjacent seat.

"But what-"

"Please," he says, holding a finger to your lips to shush you. "Let me start. I first want to say that I have meant every single word, in song and ink, that I have given to you. My heart is true."

Your mind is overflowing with questions, none of which he seems keen on answering in full just yet.

"I have spent the past several months allowing our Beautiful Vil to woo you. I have so enjoyed watching your love blossom from afar, despite my own feelings towards you. But things have changed," Rook says.

"For as much as I love him, this was his own doing. He has made a fatal mistake, one which cannot be undone- he has wounded you, mon amour, in a most vulnerable fashion. Months ago, when we both realized our feelings for you, I willingly stepped aside," he says. "I thought Vil would be the best option for you. I thought I was not ready to commit myself. Now I see what a mistake that was, and I hope you might find it within yourself to forgive me..."

You can only stare back. "Rook..."

"I cannot resent our Roi du Poison for his choice, for it's his to make. But he hurt you dearly, and in the process, he has relinquished his claim on you. I know your wound is still fresh. But, please, Mon Trickster, mon véritable amour, be mine?"

You're silent for a moment, processing every detail of what he said, what he's offering...

He's right. The wound Vil created is still open, and despite the weeks of "recovery", had yet to improve.

If you kept waiting for it to heal, perhaps it never would.

You nod. "Okay. Okay! But-! Let's take it slow, okay?"

Rook just barely manages to stop himself from leaping across the table to take your hands into his, and he reaffirms your request with a nod.

"Of course, mon cœur. What is a hunter if not patient?"

---

Pomefiore is beautiful again.

There are still times where you swear you can see Vil staring at the two of you, a look of discontent on his face, from across the room.

He doesn't utter a word about the way Rook has his arm over your shoulder, or the many terms of endearment he uses on you, though he doesn't have to. The lingering guilt and regret has made a home for itself in Vil Schoenheit.

You're sure Rook has noticed by now, too, although this isn't the first time he's pulled something like this on the housewarden without a second thought, and it likely won't be the last.

Perhaps it's for the better.

[tiredbogwitch]

Did some thinking and I haven't seen an Alternate Transmigration AU of Shen Yuan as Yue Qingyuan.

I think it's mostly because people generally like whatever the hell is going on between him and Shen Jiu, and some might even like the double angst of that relationship + the added fact that Yue Qingyuan Does Not Know and will Never Know that Shen Jiu is gone forever (because if there's one thing YQY stans like, it's his pain lmfao). But I think we're really missing out on the potential angst AND crack factors of canon QiJiu Fuckery with Yue Qingyuan being replaced, and SHEN JIU being the one having to deal-by-not-dealing with Yue Qingyuan being gone.

Because it's possible that he'd recognize that something is off and IMMEDIATELY decide YQY is possessed, which in it's own right can be both a crack and angst premise. But imagine if he doesn't???

His self-loathing and his hatred towards YQY (and the good memories he DOES still have of him) would make the perfect concoction of reasons to doubt himself and YQY's actions. He's already so hostile to him, constantly pushing him away, wanting but not wanting him to fuck off forever. Shen Yuan being yeeted into Yue Qingyuan's body and probably doing exactly that for the first month or two? Shen Jiu would be SEETHING. How dare this man take all the verbal, visual, and physical cues I've given, and actually take the hint and leave??? How dare he give me space when I throw things at his head and threaten his life??? Clearly all that kindness from the past few decades was just an act, just like he thought! He's stabbing a pillow with Yue Qingyuan's face on it.

And when "Yue Qingyuan" starts showing up at the peak again- to speak to that fucking orphan brat???? The same kid Yue Qingyuan almost took into his own peak??? The same little runt that's all talented and special and has all that fucking potential in him???

Binghe would NOT be the one committing the attack on Cang Qiong Mountain this time.

[hexamoron]

gay people I do not respect:

(with some assorted headcanons)

[festering-bacteria]

some more shippy drawings :33 some polycule stuff n some w/ just abe n confucius bc i haven’t drawn just them yet.,,.

[thewritingautisticat]

Y'all ever just be writing characters and be like, "the fandom is gonna misinterpret this relationship so bad"?

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 115

Jaskier thinks of Geralt as the ocean. Geralt is the ocean, and Jaskier is a fish. Jaskier cannot live without Geralt, but the ocean weeps not for a single fish. The ocean is full of fish, it can just look to another fish, if this one fish died or left. But that fish can't leave the water without losing itself. It'll suffocate from the lack of the waves. The touch of the cool sea. But no ocean needs a fish in order to breathe. Geralt thinks of Jaskier as a flower. Jaskier is a flower, and Geralt is a flame. He longs for nothing more than to touch him, but all it would do is burn the flower. The flower gets hurt, no matter what the flame tries. Tendrils of fire and billows of smoke, as the flower withers sadly. Thus the flame watches the flower from afar and admires it from the distance. The flower entangles itself with the garden, and the flame protects the flower with it's own solitude. Yennefer thinks of Jaskier as a dumb gay rat. She also thinks of Geralt as a dumb gay rat. She wishes dumb gay rats stopped staying over at her house.

[orangewsunglasses]

personally i think he needs to stop being delusional about some things

[jewelsli]

Me before I knew about polyamory: Dang all these characters are great for each other but I can’t decide who to pick :(

Me after polyamory:

[chimerical-daydreams]

You have inflicted status condition SILK. will be thinking about yhem

The condition is spreading >:D

[mossy-cobble-slab]

I dont know why but every time I watch Etho turning up to the [?] Gs base like 'sorry im late for the team meeting', and them saying 'we dont do meeting we do gatherings', all I can see is a guy who thought he understood polyamory realising the hippie commune he's just joined doesn't work anything like his other polycule, that not all polycules are run like the navy, and that for some reason that makes him uncomfortable

[biinaberry]

With the Doomed Polycule AU how are the rest of the peak Lords affected after SY gets put under house arrest, and also after he disappears during the immortal alliance conference. I would imagine that SJ and YQY's relationship with deteriorate further and after the disappearance, YQY probably wouldn't be able to look SJ in the eyes, and SJ I could I can probably see him either telling YQY that if he ever comes to Qing Jing peak he's going to kill him or he could just leave without a word a go search for his brother.

Shen yuan in doomed poly is way more active than you would think. The Qiu household hardened him to where he doesnt take anyone's shit. He wants control just like his brother, but he is willing to use his hands to do so. He often fights with Qi Qingqi and Liu Qingge when they talk shit about his brother which leaves him with not a lot of friends outside of his disciples, Shang Qinghua and Mu Qingfang who he frequency goes on scavenging hunts for.

By the time the trial occurs no one is really Shocked or revolted. Sure they prefer him to his brother but they dont try to defend him. They're more surprised with the favoritism YQY shows by preventing him from being executed.

When it gets to immortal conference, YQY tries, but SXY lobs the palace master's decapitated head at him and asks if he wants to be next. So he drops it, he knows he failed again. But this time with the other shen brother. YQY favors SJ over SY even if he doesn't want to acknowledge it. When SJ comes to him saying he saw SY colluding with demons, he takes him at his word, and even spies on SY himself. Neither of them question SY to get an explanation and instead stick with this narrative in their head. After the first 2 years of isolation SJ never visits again because he is disgusted with his brother and how he is a traitor just like he suspected. And YQY visited but SY tells him to leave and never return, which he follows. Neither of them want to acknowledge or think about being wrong because that means confronting that they put their brother in complete isolation for 10+ years. YQY is guilty, but unlike with SJ there is no way to explain his way out of it. They left their brother to rot. To an outsider they look the same, but internally they are rotting. The people who are most vocal in their disgust is MQF and SQH who always rebelled against the idea and snuck in to visit SY when they can, but it is never frequent enough.

[pipperoo]

crack fic idea: all six of the main npmd characters fall through the floor and become ghosts in waylon hall. but, they don’t kill anyone because they spend all of their time arguing over who they should kill as they all have a certain demographic they want to hit and no one in town fits under all the labels.

[toastedhotdogs]

fully convinced that them having a foursome would have been enough to defeat thanos and save the universe

[eah-mh-aus]

They are all one big, happy found family for the Steam-Bloodgood family