#the ending would be a ✨polycule✨

[starmocha]

OK, fuck it, I'll throw this idea out into the universe. Very, very rough. And I will never complete this story lmao ✌️ I was gonna do bullet points, but I am also incapable of making things easy for myself. 😔

Caleb/MC/Zayne love triangle AU where Caleb and MC had a secret relationship prior to chapter 4 that resulted in a pregnancy that won't be discovered until after The Explosion.

When U Come Back

All it took was one second for her world to disappear.

One moment she was speaking with Caleb outside Grandma Josephine's home, their conversation tensed because of a disagreement, and suddenly before she could even realize what had happened, she found herself crumbled on the floor, hearing flames crackling, the scorching heat like hellfire surrounding her.

There was an explosion. Her mind was in a frenzy as it tried to register the scene before her. Right, an explosion. Her hand was on the door handle. Caleb had gone in first and just as she was about to follow suit, she was blown back and now she lay there, her vision failing.

Caleb...Caleb...!

His necklace lay in front of her on the ground. No. It couldn't be.

Caleb!

She shakily reached for his necklace, grasping tightly as her consciousness slipped away.

When she regained consciousness later, she found herself in a hospital room.

Confused, completely disoriented, she barely registered the tears running down her face until the door opened and Zayne walked in, his eyes widened in concern.

"Doctor...Zayne...?" She still hadn't realized her cheeks were wet with tears, only being able to focus on the heavy pounding in her chest. "I...I had a bad dream...why...why am I here?"

Zayne drew in a breath. He steadied his own breathing, mindful of his tone as he questioned her gently.

"Do you not remember anything that happened earlier?"

A knot formed in her stomach.

"No," she said hesitantly, hoping the scene still vivid in her head was unreal. "I...I don't..."

Zayne understood the situation, knowing she was still in shock so he wasn't going to pressure her. He did know, unfortunately, that she needed to hear the truth.

"I'm sorry," he said, his chest tightening when he saw that flicker of fear in her eyes, "Miss Josephine and Caleb are both...deceased."

She started laughing, nearly crying in hysterics. "That's not a funny joke, Zayne."

He was quiet.

"Caleb and I had an argument earlier," she continued, speaking more to herself. Her words were pouring out frantically as fresh tears rushed down her cheeks. "We had an argument. We were going to make up later. We never go to bed angry at each other. We were..."

"I'm sorry."

There was a knock at the door and a nurse entered, apologizing quietly to the young doctor. She mentioned there were detectives who wished to speak with the patient. Zayne sent her away, saying the patient needed some time to calm down first.

Zayne stayed with her the whole time, feeling his own grief at losing a childhood friend as well.

Some time passed. She returned to work with bags under eyes, looking malnourished. She hadn't had much of an appetite lately, and sleep scared her. She found herself dreaming of that evening over and over again, reliving that moment when she and Caleb were upset at one another.

They were supposed to make up. They always made up. She caressed his necklace in her hand, her thumb brushing over the pendant, tracing the engraved message:

When U come back

Her co-workers chimed in that she should take time off. Captain Jenna herself even said the Hunters Association offered bereavement leave, but the moment she heard that term, she unknowingly shot her superior a look of intense hatred.

There were startled gasps around her, breaking her out of her stupor. She immediately apologized once she realized what she had done. She didn't want to hear that word, or any similar words that would remind her that Caleb was gone.

No one was angry at her. They were all concerned for her, seeing she was wasting away, destroying herself as she grieved.

Tara offered to take her home, helped her as she needed. Captain Jenna also issued this as an order, knowing she wouldn’t be able to refuse.

Before she could protest, she suddenly felt dizzy, feeling an intense migraine and a fatigue unlike any she had felt before in her life. As she collapsed, she heard her co-workers crying out her name, and in her hand, she grasped Caleb's necklace tighter, the last thing she heard before blacking out was hearing Caleb’s voice calling her:

Pipsqueak, I’ll always be by your side.

Another hospital room.

She stared at the ceiling, still feeling fatigued. It was bound to happen, she realized, knowing the many sleepless nights had finally caught up with her.

Just as she sat up, the door opened and she immediately locked eyes with Zayne.

“I’m sorry to trouble you,” she said, “I just needed to rest at home. They didn’t need to check me into the hospital—”

Zayne stopped her from getting out of bed. He was holding a clipboard, his expression hardened. “We had to do some tests to rule out any major concerns…”

She sensed something was off about Zayne’s demeanor. “What is it? Do I have an illness or something?”

“Not quite,” he said, realizing there was no tactful way to deliver his news. He continued calmly, “You’re pregnant.”

She stared at him, not believing she had heard him correctly.

A tensed silence settled in the room, neither person able to tear their eyes off the other. Zayne waited patiently for her to register the news, seeing in her eyes the different emotions passing in quick successions. He was startled when she suddenly broke down crying, her hands settled over the flatness of her belly.

“Pregnant?” she asked again, looking up at him with tears down her cheeks.

Zayne breathed in sharply and nodded. He kept his expression neutral, hiding the fact that a mixture of feelings was warring inside him, ranging from anger to heartbreak. He had always thought he would have more time with her, a chance to cross that line of childhood friends, but it seemed all of the recent outings or late nights together were simply just two old friends catching up and nothing more.

He nodded quietly. “If you need help contacting the father—”

“It’s Caleb’s.”

The silence returned, but it was broken just as quickly as it had arrived.

“It’s Caleb’s,” she sobbed again, her arms suddenly wrapped around Zayne’s torso. He stood there rigid, unsure of what to do. There were questions swirling around in his head, but they didn’t seem to matter to him as much. All he could do—wanted to do—was comfort her.

He let his arms wrapped around her, his heart breaking again as she continued to cry.

“It’s Caleb’s…”

Zayne remained by her side. That won’t ever change, he had decided long ago. For as long as she would allow him, he would stay by her side.

He stayed with her, saving her from herself as she angrily tore herself apart, guilt-ridden that in her grief, she had allowed her baby—Caleb’s baby—to also suffer.

“You didn’t know,” he soothed her, his arms around her in comfort. “It’s still early. You hadn’t done anything wrong.”

He brushed her tears aside with his thumbs, his voice still as gentle as always. “You are allowed to grieve for as long as you need to,” he said, “I know he was important to you.”

He just hadn’t realized the extent of their relationship together. Zayne quelled his jealously before it could ever simmer. This was a deceased man, and also, his own friend. He didn’t want such ugly feelings to fester inside him like this. There were more important matters at hand now anyway.

Zayne stayed. She didn’t push him away, so he stayed.

He stayed and guided her through her first trimester. He made her ginger tea for when the morning sickness came. He advised her to rest as often as she needed since these first months were going to be rough on her body. He also made her meals often, finding the most nutritious recipes for an expectant woman.

One evening, over dinner, she asked, “Are you Doctor Zayne right now or…just Zayne?”

He looked surprised, not understanding her implication.

“It’s just…a doctor wouldn’t care about his patient this much, would he?”

“That is up for debate,” he answered, “many doctors do go above and beyond for their patients.”

“Then I’ll ask again: is this Doctor Zayne…or Zayne?”

He looked into her expectant eyes before his own drifted down to her growing middle. A small bump was forming, a reminder that she was carrying a new life inside her body. Another man’s baby.

Zayne met her gaze again. “Does it matter how I respond?”

“You don’t have to do this…”

“‘Do this?’”

“Take care of me like this,” she answered, that ever-familiar flicker of guilt returning in her eyes. “I can take care of myself. If not, Tara has also been helping me out, too, so you don’t need to—”

“If I say I am Zayne, will it change anything?”

She was silent, so he continued, his tone was soft, but his words were firm.

“If I say, I want to stay with you, will you let me?”

She looked up. “I don’t want you to have the wrong impression—”

“What impression would that be then?”

“That…I am using you.”

“I don’t believe you are. I know you aren’t,” he said, continuing, “But if I say I would let you use me, will that scare you?”

She drew in a sharp breath, feeling her heartbeat quickening. He crossed over to her side, kneeling down next to her.

“If I say, I want to stay by your side, then…will you let me?”

“Zayne…”

She slipped her hand into his, that flash of hesitancy in her eyes unmissed by him, but he was not upset by it. Not in the slightest. He wasn’t demanding anything from her, nor was he expecting anything in return.

He simply wanted to stay by her side.

That night, she slept for the first time in ages, curled into his protective embrace. The weight she had been carrying on her shoulders were lightened by his presence, his soothing words freeing her from her own shackles as she allowed him to break down her wall.

“You can sleep now, I’m here,” Zayne whispered to her as she slept. The deep troubled creases in her expression relaxed, as if in response to his words. He pressed his lips to the top of her head, his words earnest: “I will always be here.”

Gradually, over time, there were many changes happening. Her belly had grown bigger, rounding out distinctively that it suddenly made everything feel so real. She was having a baby. Caleb’s baby. The tumultuous emotions that followed would always send her down a dark path.

The baby was somehow a constant reminder of the man she had lost, but at the same time also a gift he had left for her, his promise staying true. He was still here. He would never leave her.

Just like Zayne had also promised to stay with her.

In the beginning, each passing day felt like Hell, a constant nightmare she wasn’t able to escape from. Time moved so agonizingly slow, it might as well have been frozen, trapping her in that perpetual state of grief and anger.

Then, so subtly, Zayne reached into her depths of despairs and pulled her out. He was patient, empathetic, and careful. He had never overstepped any boundary, never took advantage of her vulnerability, but he still loved her unconditionally.

Hesitantly, she began to allow herself to reciprocate, genuinely touched by all of his thoughtfulness and concerns. Some days, she might even admit that she adored him. She adored the way he interacted with the children in the pediatric ward, she adored the way he enjoyed eating sweets, she adored how he always put others above himself. It made her want to take care of him herself, wanting to return the love she was receiving. She also wanted him to feel as loved and cherished as he made her feel.

The first time she kissed him it took them both by surprise.

She was nearing six months before she finally felt the baby’s first movements. After weeks of carrying this growing anxiety inside her that something could be wrong with the baby or pregnancy, the moment she felt those first few gentle kicks had her laughing in joy for the first time in months.

Zayne had just finished building a crib for the nursery when she rushed into the room in her delicate condition, throwing herself into his embrace.

When she guided his hand to her belly, his look of surprise staying only briefly before a small smile replaced it. Without thinking, she leaned up and kissed him, and instead of feeling shocked, Zayne responded immediately, feeling joy swelled in his own chest.

He had been by her side through all of this. He had taken care of her when she was sick or tired. He had been the one to comfort her through her mood swings. He was there helping her buy maternity clothes or choosing the necessary items the baby would need. In times, he realized, he had also grown to care about the baby she carried—even if it was not his.

Now, he felt a new emotion stirring inside him. She wanted him to be the first to hear the news. She wanted him to feel the movements alongside her. She kissed him. He wanted to be bolder.

He cupped her face in his hands and guided her lips back to his, relishing in the way she responded, her wall coming down completely as she surrendered to her feelings for him.

It was almost like playing make-believe.

Their feelings for one another were genuine, but sometimes they would forget. At least until someone, naively, took off the rose-tinted glasses they wore.

Congratulations. You two must be so thrilled about the baby.

Oh, what a beautiful couple. Their baby will surely be beautiful as well.

Have you picked out a name yet?

They responded to such comments with polite smiles, but once they were alone, the masks fell off.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Why are you apologizing?” Zayne asked, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She didn’t do anything wrong, but she still felt like she needed to apologize to him. Zayne had never said anything, never showed her the slightest inkling that he might be affected by such words or speculations, but she felt like she knew Zayne just as well as he knew her.

She knew he never wanted her to see when he was hurting.

“They’re just words,” he said calmly, his hand reaching over to rub lazy circles around her belly. “I will not love him any less just because he’s not my biological child.”

Zayne meant every word.

The moment the baby was born, after over twenty-six hours of labor, she watched as Zayne cradled the newborn with such tender care. Anyone who would see him hold the baby boy would never suspect that he wasn’t the father.

There were so many bittersweet feelings that lingered, the grip they had on her firm and unyielding. Never once did she dare to relinquish the guilt she carried.

She felt guilty for letting another man into her life again, feeling like she was betraying Caleb, letting the memory of him be overridden. She also felt guilty to Zayne, feeling like he was picking up the broken pieces of her and mending her back again to some semblance of a person but never completely whole. She felt guilty to both men. One for losing her heart to another and the other for never having her full heart as his alone.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

She gasped when the hospital bed shifted with Zayne’s sudden weight. He sat on the edge, the baby tucked in his arms protectively. He reached out and brushed away some of her tears. She hadn’t realized that she had started crying. She was feeling so many things at once all stemming from different origins.

She was exhausted from the long grueling hours of labor. She was emotionally overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the last nine months. She knew her hormones were still out of control, heightening everything she felt to an extreme degree.

“I’m just tired,” she fibbed weakly. The exhaustion on her face was clear as day. Zayne could sense she was withholding something from him, but he knew when to not pressure her. In due time, he knew she would open herself up more to him.

For now, he accepted her benign lie.

The baby started to fuss, alerting the both of them. Zayne chuckled and gently passed the newborn over to his mother.

“He must want his mama now,” Zayne said lightheartedly. He was startled when she started to tremble, droplets of her tears falling suddenly. She was trying to hold her emotions back, but something in the way Zayne spoke seemed to have triggered her.

He gathered her into his embrace and he shushed her gently. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”

She shook her head and just cried against him. “I’m sorry… I’m just… I don’t feel like myself anymore.”

He sighed and kissed the top of her head. “Don’t force yourself,” he said softly. “You’ve been through a lot. You don’t need to be so harsh on yourself.”

It was tearing him apart inside to see her still so beaten down. He continued in the same soothing tone, “Just breathe.”

Slowly, she managed to compose herself. She stayed in his embrace, her eyes peering down at the sleeping baby in her arms, her breathing nearly stopping now that she fully looked at the newborn she carried.

“He looks like Caleb.”

“He does,” Zayne agreed, and he kissed the top of her head again, his hold on her just a bit tighter.

The baby looked like Caleb and as time passed, the little boy grew up behaving so similarly to the deceased man. She found both joy and heartbreak in this, feeling happy that Caleb continued to live on in this child, but also saddened that it was a reminder of who she had lost.

She supposed she would never let go of these feelings. It would be too heartless if she did.

“Daddy, apple!”

“Alright, alright,” Zayne said with a knowing smile as he carried in his arms the small toddler, the child’s bright demeanor and appearance reminiscent of little cherubs. He set the little boy on the counter as he retrieved an apple and washed it clean. He expertly peeled the skin before he cut the fruit up into small chunks.

“Say ‘ah’,” Zayne spoke as he guided the small chunk into the toddler’s eager mouth. He smiled as the boy clapped his hands together in pure delight at the sweet taste of the fresh fruit. “Is it good?”

The boy nodded excitedly. Once he swallowed, he pointed at his mouth again. “‘nother one, Daddy, pwease?”

Zayne chuckled and leaned down. “Can I have a kiss first?”

Immediately, the toddler pressed a wet kiss to Zayne’s cheek, giggling when Zayne suddenly tickled him. “Da-Daddy!”

Zayne laughed and hugged the child, kissing the top of his head before he composed himself again. “Alright, alright, Daddy won’t tickle you anymore. For now. Say ‘ah’.”

As he fed the toddler little bites, she walked in and stopped, her body leaning against the threshold to the kitchen with a fond smile.

Fatherhood looked good on Zayne. He had taken on the role so seamlessly, never once showing any resentment to the little boy that was not his. If anything, there was so much love and adoration in Zayne’s eyes and the way he cared for the child.

It dawned on her that Zayne had been in her son’s life from the beginning. He had cared for her throughout her pregnancy. He was the one who had spent many sleepless nights with a crying newborn so she could rest. He was there to nurse her son through his first fever.

Zayne was always there, always theirs.

So, when the little boy uttered his first word Dada, it shocked them both. When the child clung to Zayne, falling asleep in his safe embrace, they both realized this life they had come to build together was something beautiful.

They could make this work.

They could be a family of three.

It was going to be beautiful.

It had been several years since she had stepped foot back in Skyhaven, remembering old visits to see Caleb when he was studying here.

Caleb.

She sighed.

It had been a while since she had thought of him, or at the very least, in that way. There were so many things on her mind nowadays. The grief from his death would always stay with her, a throbbing pain that could never be dulled, but as time passed, she learned to live with this heartache. She had a child now—Caleb’s child—and the little boy deserved his mother’s whole attention.

She remade herself whole for her son’s sake, not wanting him to have an empty shell of a person for a mother. She also had Zayne by her side, wanting him to have someone who could love him the way he deserved. There were still so many people in the present needing her, she let herself slipped further away from the ghost of the past.

Around her neck, she still had Caleb’s necklace. It had come to be her comfort object, a charm of sorts to ground her when she was feeling lost in her head or needing some sort of reassurance.

Right now, she needed a lot of reassurances.

The current mission to infiltrate the Farspace Fleet was in jeopardy of being discovered. She had been discreet and blended in well for several weeks now, but one moment of carelessness had now secured her a place in an interrogation room where she was told the new colonel would question her himself.

Nothing, however, could prepare her when the door slid open, and a pair of old, familiar violet eyes stared her down coldly.

Ca-Caleb?

Her heart sped up, pounding against her chest as she stared in disbelief at the man before her.

“Is it really you? Ca—”

“Show some respect to the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel,” he said coldly, the authoritative tone had her frozen in her seat, her thoughts racing as she tried to make sense of this moment. The man before her was completely identical to her Caleb in both looks and voice, but the way he spoke and carried himself was not like her beloved.

Still, she wondered. Hoped, even.

She steadied her breathing before she questioned him hesitantly. “Sir, have we met before? You seem familiar…”

“You’re wrong.”

“…But you look exactly like someone I know!”

“Watch your mouth,” he said, nearly sneering. Then in a lower voice, he said, “There’s more than one pair of eyes observing you in this room.”

As this man was about to begin his interrogation, he noticed the necklace around her neck. He touched it, eyeing the pendant with an unreadable expression.

She spoke up, explaining, “…It belonged to someone from my childhood. He died in an explosion. Like the one in the Cascade District. I… I miss him.”

The colonel shifted his gaze to her, but his expression remained icy.

She continued, asking him, “Sir, can you tell me something? If that person hadn’t died, would he support me even now?”

He didn’t answer her directly, and instead redirected the conversation to the current interrogation. After placing a mood tracker on her, he began grilling her with a barrage of questions, his tone firm and unyielding.

Eventually, she managed to pass, the light in the interrogation room brightening and the colonel stepped forward from the shadow.

“You passed,” he said with a satisfied smile.

She felt irate. “You…”

“Surprised?” he asked, his tone much more lighthearted than it was a few minutes ago. He continued with that same teasing tone, “Sure, it’s been a while, but you already forgot about me?

She felt tears in her eyes, her chest tightening with pain. Her voice was shaky, in complete disbelief, as she questioned him hesitantly. “You… it’s you, right? Caleb.”

“Is there another me in the world?” he teased before his expression changed, looking worried. “Did I scare you?”

She immediately leapt to her feet, rushing to him. “It is you!” she cried out, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek, pausing at the last second as if she was afraid that if she tried to touch him, she would feel nothing, breaking whatever illusion she was seeing right now. “Caleb… I must be dreaming.”

He grabbed her hand before she could pull away, guiding it to his cheek as he smiled softly back to her. “It’s me…” he said, adding reassuringly, “It’s okay. I’m back.”

She started sobbing, falling into his arms, feeling his own hold on her tightening. It felt so warm and familiar, like home.

Like Caleb.

Suddenly, all of her heartaches and anguish disappeared.

He was alive. He was here, holding her again just like how he had always done. When he looked down, his gloved hand touched her chin, cradling it gently before he leaned forward, his lips pressing over hers in such a natural way as he had always done.

And she paused, remembering back home in Linkon, another man she had come to love was waiting for her, taking care of her child while she was away and fulfilling the role of father to her son, giving the boy a life he deserved.

She shouldn’t be doing this, but she couldn’t pull herself away. There were so many voices in her head competing for dominance to be heard. Some admonished her relentlessly, tearing her to shreds with cruel, heartless words while others encouraged her to stay, to linger and give in to the temptation of her desires and yearning.

She felt a trickle of tears on her cheek as she hesitantly kissed Caleb back, her heart still bleeding for him, still remembering that he was hers just like he had always been.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing the tears. He brushed them away, his smile soft. “It’s okay, pipsqueak, I know this is a lot to take in and I will explain everything to you.”

She stayed in his warm embrace, cheek pressed close to his chest, and she listened. His heart was beating in his chest. He was standing here, holding her, his words warm and comforting.

Everything was still so surreal, feeling like she had stepped into an alternate reality, her mind still unable to comprehend this moment in time.

If this was just a dream, she wished to stay asleep for just a while longer. For one selfish instance, she wanted to disappear from the world, returning to Caleb and the secret paradise only they would ever know.

But it would never be like before.

In the farthest depths of her heart and mind, she knew it would never be like before.

Without thinking, she blurted out, “I’m sorry.”

Caleb looked down at her confused. “Why are you apologizing?”

She looked embarrassed. Quickly, she fibbed, “We had a fight before. I…we never made up.”

It took a while before Caleb remembered, nodding in understanding. “That was a long time ago,” he said, “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

She said nothing as he pulled her back into his orbit, his hold firm and secured, but in her mind, she apologized again. Whatever was brewing in the future was going to affect three childhood friends, and the ominous unknown scared her, knowing no matter how things played out, someone was going to get hurt and none of them would come out unscathed.

I’m sorry, Zayne.

Like a forbidden fruit, she greedily coveted Caleb’s kisses again, tasting sin on her lips as she began to tread down the path to damnation, willfully blinding herself to the destruction that awaited in her future.

[katiekatdragon27]

Your my fav glisten x shrimpo artist btw (and your art is epic ^_^)

Awwww thank you! I'm so flattered to be your favorite shinyshrimp artist!! Here's a doodle as a thanks!

Glisten: Hehe squishy❤️~ Shrimpo: I HATE THIS AND YOU!! Glisten: Your tail says otherwise~

But would you still like me if they were in a polycule~~~????

Yeah, polyamorous Glisten turns his partners poly too #livelaughlovepolycules (More art below cut):

So

Wanna guess who the third person in the polycule is?

You reeeeeeeeeeally wanna know?

Well...

HERE!! *runs for the hills*

So like, I've been a closeted glittermask shipper for like, idk, two weeks now?? But shinyshrimp is my mvp, so like, what if I merged them? Poly Glisten isn't too out there so this could happen, right? (says the delusional idiot).

Glisten: Teagan and Tisha helped me out. Whatcha think? Razzle: You look great, Hun~? What? Feeling underdressed "Shrimpy"?

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that Shrimpo and Razzle have beef. Razzle is petty. He doesn't like Shrimpo at all because he's bullied Dazzle in the past (and thinks that Glisten is too good for Shrimpo). Shrimpo hates Razzle for being whiney and smug to him (and also cuz he's slightly jealous of Razzle and Glisten's relationship). They work through these grievances as time passes, but it does take a while.

These doodles are from one of the many work parties the toons get up to. Glisten decided to doll up more than he usually does as do his dates (to mixed levels of effort lol). They all end up drinking and partying the whole night and have a blast.

Drinking makes everyone get along ig.

Yeah so some quick lore on glittermask: Glisten and Razzle have been in a relationship for a while now. They got together shortly after Glisten and Boxten broke up (on good terms btw). Razzle knows Glisten is poly and is chill with it, even if he questions the mirror's taste in men. Dazzle third wheels their relationship. but she and Glisten are friends so it's not too awkward lol.

Glittermask is everything shinyshrimp isn't. Where shinyshrimp is bickering, angst-comfort, and fighting over PDA, glittermask is a very PDA, lovey dovey, Hallmark movie-esque romance. Their only flaw is that there isn't open communication when it comes to darker problems. When Glisten is having one of his moments, Razzle does what he does when Dazzle is having one of her moments; he leaves Glisten alone. Which can be good, but it's not what Glisten needs (and what Shrimpo unintentionally excels at).

Both relationships are healthy but have flaws, like normal relationships lol. I hate when things are perfect. Make is messy! Give it ✨DRAMA✨!!

???: So? Who broke it?

And since I'm cringe, I made a fankid! His name is Hamlet (Razzle named him) and he's a super blinged out masquerade mask. Now Shimmer has a little brother who is insanely hyperactive and attention seeking. He would throw a fit about not being served first at the dinner lol. They get along well enough, and Shimmer is happy to have a sibling, but they tend to get on each other's nerves a lot.

But that doesn't stop the only slightly messed up family. They all care for each other in their own ways, and I love that for them.

Have a good one dudes!

[tsbs-shipfessions]

I feel Mooncraft would also eventually join the Full Moon poly once he can get over Suncraft.

They'd probably meet when Mooncraft uses the dimensional portal to find a 'happy Moon' and just ends up at one of Old Moon's bunkers and he just walks in on the poly playing videogames and they kinda just let him join and they all get drunk and eat chicken nuggets. Then Mooncraft just wakes up naked in an all Moon cuddle pile and he just joins from there. He probably unlearns a couple of bad habits when the other's see the bullshit that's his dimension.

-✨

"What do you got there?" "A smoothie." "...I meant the new guy." "Oh. New polycule member." "...Of course."

[loviestar58]

♥︎~MELJAYVIK Hc's~♥︎

Some Hc's of my favorite polycule in Arcane

Enjoy‼️💖

✨🔨🦋~Giant cuddle piles, obviously. They usually only happen on rare occasions when there a free spot in all of their schedules. They would usually be taken place in Mel's room since she has the largest bed that can fit everyone. Jayce would be being spooned in Viktors arms, him being a damn furnace and warming Viktor up, and Mel will be on the other end spooning and holding Jayce too, one hand in his while her other hand is in Viktors and Viktor other hand is in Jayces. They all would engage in some pillow talk, maybe get up and change into more comfortable clothing to cuddle in. Talking about the boring meetings, plans for the future, inventions, and sometimes tell some stories of themselves. And if they're really lucky, they all sleep together in Mel's bed, soft snores and breathing filling the quiet room as they rest and recharge for the next busy day ahead

✨🔨🦋~Mel and Jayce both run warm, especially Jayce, he's like a damn furnace sometimes. Viktor runs cold, his hands especially feeling cold as ice at some points, the only thing warm about him is his face. Mel and Jayce have to always check up on him to make sure he isn't freezing, but Viktor is used to it, being from Zaun, a place with barely any sun in some places. It more concerns Jayce than Mel, but still, the two take care of him even if he refuses. Viktor likes to be held by Jayce in one of his famous giant warm hugs and with Mel they like to cuddle in her big warm bed for warmth and have some warm tea together

✨🔨🦋~Mel loooovvesss to tease the two of them. Sensual touches, whispers of promises, even just a look from her can send the two of them melting. It affects Jayce the most and Viktor the least (or at least he doesn't show how much he's affected as much as Jayce does) Jayce stutters and just folds around her, Viktor gets red and grumbly but not much else, usually snapping back with his own teases. Mel finds it very entertaining. Doesn't mean she doesn't get flustered tho, the two definitely tease her back. Jayce by being shirtless and working hard in the forge and projecting confidence with his research, Viktor by projecting his intellect and passion, plus with his own sensual touches and whispers. They all love to tease

✨🔨🦋~Parties were always a big thing for piltover, and so for the three of them. Viktor wasn't as comfortable going, he's just not a fan of parties much. But sometimes he had to make appearances there, gathering sponsors and making themselves known, so he reluctantly went. Viktor would definitely be dressed up by the other two, mainly in House Talis and Medarda colors (totally not staking claim over them, which he figured out quickly). Viktor would be wearing a loose shirt with gold chains running down the back and sides with red pants, some small gold and red jewellery adorning his features from Mel's collection, boots and jacket provided from Jayce. Mel wearing the gorgeous black dress and Jayce with his Talis colored suit, the four of them would be the jewels of the night. They'd all talk, drink, and even dance. Mel and Viktor would sway gently across the floor, her supporting Viktors weight easily and being sure to soothe his worries of reputation, then she'd switch with Jayce and continue the same thing. Jayce swaying him across the floor, Viktors cane hanging off his arm as he stares into his eyes, that gap-toothed grin lighting up the room. Then the final switch with Mel and Jayce dancing, both seemingly lost in the other, looking straight out of a fairytale, the prince and princess of Piltover twirling and even dipping, fully captured by the other. Viktor would come to enjoy these parties very much, as long as his partners were there

✨🔨🦋~All of them are possessive over each other. There are no exceptions. They all stake their claim over one another in some way. Jayce usually does it with physical touch, holding them close, touching over them gently with that air of claim. He also does it by dressing his lovers in his house colors, such as with parties and items they used. Viktor does it with touch as well, holding them close by the waist or arm, and he blatently states it proudly. "Yes, he's/she's my lover, and we're very happy"

Also may or may not leave a hickey or two in a place just out of coverage reach. He's not sorry. Mel does it by adorning them in her Medarda colors to the brim, the outfit itself being Medarda brand. She doesn't need much else to stake her claim over her lovers, besides the occasional touch and glare from across the room. Will also leave lipstick stains and tell them they better dare not wipe it off.

All of them are absolutely the jealous type for each other, glares or blunt words, they'll let people know not to try anything with them

✨🔨🦋~Mel and Jayce totally know how to give the best massages ever. Period. Whenever any of them are in need of a relaxation day or just some quick relief before an event, Mel or Jayce are the ones to go to. Jayce usually massages Viktors leg whenever he has a flare up, as well as his back. Mel does this for him too, mostly on his back though cause she has more careful hands around there, knowing the pins in his back are sensitive. And of course Mel takes care of Jayce and Jayce takes care of Mel, each knowing each other's weak points and places that gets knots the most. They love each other's touch so much. And yes. A few of these massage sessions have had..happy endings. They are not ashamed. Just in love

✨🔨🦋~Jayce loves to princess carry all of them. No matter where they are or what they're doing. Mel especially loves it because she finds it amusing how much he caters to her. She could have a slightly sore foot from standing in heels all day and Jayce will immediately pick her up, sometimes spinning her around which makes her let out the cutest laugh he's ever heard. For Viktor, he enjoys it cause it takes the weight off his leg and back, he finds it embarrassing at first, pushing him away and even thinks he's doing it out of pity. But he soon learn to enjoy them, and likes the warmth of Jayce being so close. He sometimes scolds him for doing it abruptly and spooking him tho. They all enjoy the closeness of it and how it gives both a chance to relax and be at ease, Mel and Viktor especially love it when he kisses their foreheads and bounce them in his arms playfully to make them yelp and laugh.

✨🔨🦋~In arguments or debates, the two most level headed ones are Mel and Viktor (although Mel moreso) and the ones who would blow up faster is Jayce. There have been many times where in an argument, Jayce would start to lose his cool because people aren't listening to her when she talks about his projects. Arguing about parts and such, getting in their face before being pulled back. Before this, Jayce tries to be diplomatic and just talk things out, he's not really political, he's a scientist. So he will start to lose his cool when things aren't going his way or if people aren't listening to his words. Sometimes he lets the power get to his head and snaps at people, finally able to get his way and not be held back, but tries to keep himself in check. Viktor never blows up, but he is incredibly sassy and has the most harsh comebacks. He never fails to shut someone down or embarrass them in an argument. His tone will get sharper and eyes narrowed, he might even get a bit in the persons face but will never touch them. He uses his mind, not his body, to win arguments, he knows how to outsmart and outwit anyone. These same strategies apply to Mel as well. She is a master at playing with people's wants, desires, and emotions, messing with their heads to get what she wants. She is cunning, able to think of ways to work around, outsmart, and outmatch the other. She knows how to get what she wants and won't let anything get in her way, charming her way through it all. A Viktor and Mel combo is an instant loss. And Jayce by himself would maybe lead to some venom filled words and maybe a fight breaking out

✨🔨🦋~Mel, Jayce, and Viktor are all artists in their own right. Mel with her paintings and Jayce and Viktor with drawing, although Jayce is more skilled. Each of them gets to sit back and enjoy the others creating. They love all of their art and always has something nice to say, and each give some very helpful and constructive feedback too. Sometimes the group will put on mini art showings, as if they were in a museum, and go through each other's art, analyzing it, and discussing it. Basically have a giant art date to create something and show it off proudly to each other, only ever receiving full support and love. Each of them has one piece of art from the other in their rooms and living spaces, all of them taking a moment out of their days to admire them before going about their days, loving just how creative their partners are

I love these three sm you guys omg there is not enough of them out there they are all in LOVE YOUR HONOR‼️‼️‼️

[a-random-boo]

im bored so imma talk bout my interpretations of the

✨starstuck polycule✨

@yourpalsalamander @m3tr0n0m333 @head---ache if you would like to throw in your own interpretations

Charr x Danica:

this pairing is very cute and they strike me as very flirtatious, both of them. neither is overly fluster by the other's compliments, they both go well together personality wise. when i think about what the sol empire would think when they hear danica is dating someone, charr is usually my go to for some reason

Danica x Stumble:

this is my fav, it's the comfort ship of the poly. stumble is the easily flustered idiot (no offense) and Danica is the flirty attractive princess, stumble just trying to impress the princess or just do anything at all and danica would just be absolutely charmed by it. it's the silly playful ship imo

Danica x Valorie:

not sure what danica sees in val, but val would be lovestruck after looking at danica, like damn, she probably didn't know people could look so pretty. i need to sit on this ship more before i say anything else but it's kinda cute.

Stumble x Charr:

similar to stumble x danica, charr is just hypnotized by stumble's silly little charm.

Stumble x Valorie:

if you ask me this feels less like a romantic ship and more of just a platonic ship (idk why platonic ships exist). they just so happen to be dating the same people and probably wouldn't have really interacted otherwise. charr and danica are the glue to this whole thing, stumble and val would probably just hang out waiting for charr and danica to arrive for a date or something

Charr x Valorie:

i have made myself quite fond of this pairing, it's a cute ship if you ask me. val would probably be trying to make some kind of remark about something and charr would just end up responding with a flirt or just try and make the situation romantic in some way and valorie would just become too flustered to continue upon whatever topic and try to change it. she wouldn't ever actually deny liking charr and his "stupid personality" and charr would probably catch on to that and it'd just make him chuckle.

have some lazy drawings since you have manage to survive my thoughts this long

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haiii!! i'm kenny! i go by he/him and i like to write and draw (mostly draw haha) my main interests r dgs and mp100. my fav rarepair would have to be hosolock !!

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HAIIII im seb!!!!!! i go by they/them!!! i am a musician and i ALSO draw!!!!! my main interests are aa, parappa the rapper/um jammer lammy, and also mp100!! my favorite rarepair in aa is PROBABLY emavera! or maybe myrobin hmmmmm lemme think about it,,, or kisevera since i made that,, IDK! UH H HAVE A NICE DAY👍

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Helloooo!! Im juno any/all and I love art. I’ve completed almost every ace attorney game and my current fav is tgaa2. My fav rarepair is probably either gorestrade or emaziska atm, my blog is coolandepicjuno if you want to check it out !!

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hai im kritter 👋 she/he prns only pls. i love ace attorney, especially tgaa and i love drawing!! also rarepairs + crackships my beloved. my fav rarepair is either shamseki, clayvier or kaybastian

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Hallo!! i'm willow and i love drawing gay people. I go by he/she/they!! i heart aa/tgaa and persona 5... if i had to choose my fav rairpair would probably be ryulock, vanlock, and the weirdgirl polycule

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✨Random headcanons that popped into my head, Hazbin hotel edition✨: Part 2 Electric Boogaloo

So today I decided to do the Eden trio and perhaps either Lute or Michael. I’ll decide for which angel when I get to the last person. Anyways, here we go!

Starting off with the literal man, the myth, the legend, the dick-master himself, Adam.

Adam🌿🍎🎸🪽: So Adam bounces around as far as roles go for me. I enjoy the idea of past Adamsapple/Guitarduck for an extra spot of angst. I kinda have Adam with the same loud and lewd attitude by the time he’s the head of Heavens army, but I gave him a little extra oomph. I headcanon that Adam has some ADHD and can’t sit still for two seconds and also can’t stop talking either. (Lucifer found it adorable when he and Adam first met) Lucifer was Adam’s pansexual awakening. While sometimes i feel like legit villain Adam is a toxic straight kinda guy, my take of a more morally grey burnt out Adam who fakes it till he makes it as a literal dick master. If it f*cks and it’s not somewhat morally ambiguous as far as what kinda creature it is, (demons, angels, (monsters?)) he probably has, will have, and will continue to have said person or creature race in his bed. He’s not really picky. He was actually in a polycule with Eve, Lilith, and Lucifer before shit hit the fan. It was nice but there were times where someone would fight the other to get a partner’s attention (mostly occurred between the humans trying to get Luci to pay attention to their little creative projects) Adam is a bear. You’ve seen my post, said post is true for my depiction of Adam and I’ll die on that hill. Usually he calls Lucifer as Helel, which was Lucifer’s name before the fall. The reason why he continues to call Lucifer by his original name bounces between, disrespect, spite, nostalgia, respect, (yes, he bounces between respecting and not respecting Luci) hatred, and love. It’s very confusing and Adam doesn’t wanna think about it. Sinner!Adam in my take is a goat-like sinner, but has some snake attributes such as a forked tongue, scales, and more personal additions I’ll let you freaks imagine. He is a little self conscious of the weight he gained over the millennia, but he gained the weight from the stress of hiding the exterminations. The older he gets the less he cares. Adam was actually allergic apples and pork when he was alive. It was an unsaid punishment after Eden. Now that he’s dead he can indulge and he DOES. I’ll end this with saying Adam either doesn’t know how, or physically can’t tuck his wings. So he has to apply deodorant onto them where they support his armpits or his wings reek. Especially after rock performances.

Now going onto technically the next two, the mother of earth, the root of all evil, Eve. (For this one, any headcanons and details on Eve will be green, her manifestation as Roo will be red. Please ignore the Christmas vibes :) )

Eve🌿🍎🌸🌼/Roo🍎🥀🔪🖤: So with Eve, I see her as a very shy woman. She still loves Lucifer, having been infatuated enough with the man to bite the apple. She has resentment towards Adam for sending Luci and Lilith to Hell, and she does have guilt for being the replacement for the first woman of humanity, so she sought Lucifer and Lilith out and became involved. Adam was involved as well before he felt betrayed. She loves to plant and actually has a good talent for making medicine from herbs while Adam took to hunting easily. This connection does bleed into the idea of hunters and gatherers for early existing humans. Eve is allergic to be stings after being kicked out from Eden. She could never really hate Adam but does hate the turn he’s taken personality wise. Roo absolutely hates Adam. She’s not a split personality of Eve so much as she’s the corruption that took over. She was always there in the back of eves mind, but their personalities and thoughts merged after Death. She still has an infatuation concerning Lucifer but it gets into the concerning side of things after rotting in hell. Potentially Charlie’s biological sire, not Lilith. She resents Lilith for her active role as Queen and movements against Heaven, resents Lucifer a tad for not making her his Queen, and hates Adam for blaming the apple thing on her. She proceeded to try to force feed him an apple so he’d go into epileptic shock. There was mixed results.

Ok, moving onto the Queen of hell and Lucifer’s top, Lilith Morningstar!

Lilith🍎🐍🐐🌙: Lilith never really hated Adam but the man would never let her top. Lucifer let her top all the time so that’s a plus right off the bat. I bounce between Lilith being an evil bitch who left Lucifer and Charlie, purposefully driving a wedge into a family, Lilith being head over heels for Luci and leaving to protect her family and hell from Adam and his girls, and being a sort-of friend with Luci who understands their love died long ago, but sees no point in having beef. And we have the version with radioapple in progress when she gets back. I do have the idea that Lilith has Alastor’s soul, so whether she has a positive or negative reaction to Al dating or being married to or screwing Luci, shit hits the fan regardless. Lilith is cold and calculating when she needs to be as well as promiscuous. She and Luci typically have an open relationships in the plots in which they’re still married but has a multiship going. Any version of an open relationship with Luci and Lilith is healthy and supportive in my book. She is actually Charlie’s dad (or is she?) on technicality. Luci carried Charlie. No matter what role Lilith is when she gets back to hell (villain, anti heroine, good guy, morally grey guy) she always wants to drag Luci to bed. Because she hasn’t seen her bottom in 7 years. Deer doesn’t appreciate this. (Luci may or may not appreciate it)

Anyways that’s all I got, I’m going to add an angel to this post but you can decide who

As always questions, comments, and thoughts are appreciated. I love discussions and debates as long as we’re polite and respectful of each others opinions!

[polaris-stuff]

Can you rate all Nexus ships?

Anon, you just opened Pandora's box /silly

Nexus x Solar: 10/10. My whole life is dedicated to them. They make me happy every day. I love them, please, I need them to kiss. The way they talk to each other, look at each other, everything is so overflowing with love that it's beautiful. Please, both of them have matching stickers 😭💖 Isn't that love?

Nexus x Dark Sun: 9/10. Please, please, I love to think that their relationship is neither toxic nor healthy, it's a stranger in between where they both have destructive attitudes but help each other. Extra points if Dark Sun starts out uninteresting and slowly falls in love with Nexus and Nexus doesn't notice a thing.

Nexus x Eclipse: 8.5/10, I love it, they both can be so bad for each other but hmmm, then they can kiss and vent together so it's okay. It also works as a kind of exposure therapy for Eclipse.

Nexus x all of the above: 10/10 THE SUPREME POLYCULE

Nexus x Ruin: 8/10, TOXIC TOXIC TOXIC 💥

Nexus x BM: 6/10 It's interesting to think what that relationship would be like, probably something more like Nexus being a replacement for Ruin guiding BM.

Nexus x Lord Eclipse: 7/10 HEAR ME OUT. Lord Eclipse rescuing Nexus in space before Dark Sun can grab him. I'm 100% sure Lord Eclipse would end up resetting him to have another servant BUT HEY, IT WORKED WITH SUN!

Nexus x Monty: 0/10. Burn that thing.

Nexus x Moon: 5/10. Not my cup of tea but oh boy, i have read some really cute things about them

Nexus x KC: 7/10. Big monster x small sunshine but the sunshine is a Moon. So cute in my mind 💖

And I don't remember any more so I guess that's it! 💖✨

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - April 23

teen angst anon, possibly poly anon (new), catholic guilt anon, bottle anon, alabama anon

teen angst anon

hey! Teen angst anon here

guess who ✨partially dislocated her kneecap✨

(it was me. I partially dislocated my kneecap)

it happened yesterday, while I was skiing. I had been going pretty fast on a flat freeway, and someone came from the hill above me, and skied directly in front of me. I swerved, to avoid hitting them, caught my skis on something and popped out of them, then flew like six feet, and slammed into the snow. It is unclear at which point in this process my kneecap dislocated, or at which point it popped back into place. However, we went to the ski emergency room, got X-rays done, and poked all the parts of my knee that hurt, and came to the conclusion that it did.

luckily, I didn’t tear any ligaments, and I didn’t fully dislocate it (which meant they would have had to put it back on).

but, they did put me in a fully immobilizing brace, that goes from my ankle to my upper thigh, meaning I can’t FUCKING BEND MY KNEE. it’s going to take 4-6 weeks for my knee to heal all the way, which is quite literally the rest of my school year.

anyway, I hope you’re doing well!

OMG that sounds awful....I hope you feel better soon! This is why I'm terrified of skiing lol. I'm glad you at least didn't fully dislocate it?

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possibly poly anon

Hi cas.

I’ve got a weird situation and it’s kinda hard to explain. If this is too much or you don’t like it please ignore.

About two weeks ago two of my friends and I where joking around about the three of us being together and stuff, one of my two friends (friend A) started writing smut about the three of us. We all consented and gave boundaries and everything for it, it was more of a funny joke thing. But then Friend A and friend B made out. The problem is I really like both of my friends sort of romantically and stuff and we’ve talked about being a polycule and all three of us being together seriously.

Since they made out they’ve included me in their flirty talk and flirted with me, both individually and as a group. Which I like it’s cool and all but I feel like I’m being used for them to get closer together. I’m pretty sure this is just anxiety but after we flirt and stuff they tend to go off on their own and just ignore me in favor of them flirting with each other.

I feel alone and kind of hurt when they do this and don’t know how to talk to them about it because I don’t want to demand their attention but I also don’t like feeling like they don’t actually like me. I feel scared to say something because I don’t want to ruin what we do have or even ruin what they have together just because I feel ignored.

I don’t know how to talk to them and could really use some help.

Hi!

I mean I don't think there's an easy way to talk to them about it. But I still think you should. Whether you all end up being friends or you end up in a polycule, communication is important for a healthy relationship, you know?

So what would make it easiest for you to get across your feelings in a respectful but clear way? Like would it be easiest to write a letter about it? To talk to them together, one-on-one? Think about the way that would make you the most comfortable, but don;t avoid talking about it, because you want to make sure your feelings are respected!

Wishing you luck!

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catholic guilt anon

Hey, catholic guilt anon, here

Thanks for the reply to my other ask. I’m still kinda struggling with my religion, and I know you’re not an expert in it, but I don’t really who who else to go to?

I don’t use ai chat bots anymore, so I can’t go there

I try to go online but there’s always the undercurrent of “gay people are disgusting and unloved, I love them but not their disgusting choices” so when I try to talk to Christians online, I can’t really feel super safe

I have no Christian friends irl, and I don’t know how to celebrate holidays because my family never really taught me how.

My brain always second guesses itself so when I think I believe in my religion I’m scared it’s not real

All I know is that God loves me, I’m queer, and there is likely a misinterpretation of the Bible that lead to condemning the queer community. But I don’t really feel God right now, and because of all the confusion and how unusually I celebrate/partake in my religion, I’m not sure what’s a sin or not. I don’t know if “self-exploration” is really bad, there are people who say it is and there are people who say there aren’t

I dont know how to feel Jesus’s presence

I don’t know how to know if I’m on the right path or if I’m doing enough

I’m so confused. I just want to know what to do

Hi <3

You're right, I'm not an expert, so I'm not sure how much my advice would be helpful, but I hope you know I'm sending you hugs <3

I know during Pride (most places, that's in June) I always see religious groups walk in the parades and do positive things at the festivals. Like church groups giving out hugs and protesting positively. There's negative protests, too, but I always see like "Christians for LGBTQIA+" and stuff like that. Is there a pride celebration near you that would be safe/accessible for you? Could you go there and look for a church that matches your faith that is LGTQIA+ positive?

Just a thought, I'm not sure how feasible it is...

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bottle anon

I'm sorry this is taking ages. I just wanted to update you. Only advice I need is to get Rick and Alex together. They're really close. Like close close. Alex does this stumble thing just to get closer to Rick and Rick will brush against him and flirt all the time. Except they're both autistic and oblivious af and it's not working. And I'm not gonna tell the other straight up cause it's not my business to tell.

Anyway, you can cut it to just the last paragraph if and when you answer. I just wanted to update you now that things are slightly more sound

Bottle anon

Hi! Thank you for the update!

I mean if you dont want to talk to them, could you just kind of keep making excuses to put them together until they HAVE to say something? And maybe don't be very subtle about it?

But eventually you might have to say something if they're not picking up on it lol like if you're sure they both like each other then...why not?

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alabama anon

my best friend is in the hospital. That’s really all that’s going on with me right now that I’m worried about. I’m really worried about her. I was texting her and she says she feels fine, but I’m still worried. I’m not sure why she’s in the hospital. Something about her heart rate being low. I told her I missed her at school and she said she’d rather be at school any day. 

Anyways, this is Alabama anon. I sort of came out to one of my friends yesterday. She told me my hair is too pretty for me not to have a boyfriend, or something along those lines, and I just told her I want a girlfriend. All she said after was just ‘I know’. She said I know…….. like I honestly didn’t know what to say to that. So I just sort of didn’t say anything.

one of my my guy friends tells me all the time in band class to stop flirting with him (for context, I’m not and he has a girlfriend). The most recent time he said that to me, yesterday, I told him ‘I’ll flirt with your girlfriend too’. That probably won’t make sense. You’ll probably be like, why would you say that, like, that’s a really weird thing to say. And yes, I know it is, but our friendship is just sort of like that, I guess. I really don’t know how to explain it. 

I’m very glad yesterday was Friday because I don’t have to see them today or tomorrow, so maybe I can think of something to tell them if they ask, or something. Anyways, I’m taking this medication right now and my doctor was like, this may mess up your liver, but it most likely won’t and you’ll be fine. Like, okay… thanks for the warning, I guess. Anyways, apparently he was still worried about my liver, so I’ve got to get blood work done on this coming Friday. I’m sure I’ll be fine, but I guess there’s always the possibility that I might not be. I’m not entirely sure what’ll happen if it turns out I’m not fine. I guess I’ll have to go to the hospital or something.

anyways, that’s pretty much it. Again, thanks for reading my rant. I apologize for the length.

Hi!

I hope your friend feels better soon! I know that it's worrisome but remember that the hospital is the BEST place for her to be when things like that are happening.

As far as your friends and what to say...unless you want to talk about it more, I would just drop it. Like...if they want to know more, THEY can bring it up, you know?

And as far as your health, I'm not a doctor but if things turn out bad in your bloodwork, they'll probably just change your meds. I've had weird side effects from meds before and they just change them, no big deal! That's why they do the tests- to see the side effects before something bad actually happens.

Sending love!

[numberonetacostan]

i do think tea cup would have patterns on her eventually, just not soon after being born. i ended up thinking about it a little and it’d be sorta similar to a siamese cat where they’re born completely white/patternless but but their fur color develops more as they get older

- ✨ anon

Hi Sparkles!!!^^ ✨✨✨ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in more POLYCULE!!!

Oh my fennings that's adorable!!! Born plain white but develops patterns over time I love that so much!!!!!!!!

[still-cookiedough]

Pluto thoughts post episode 8

We are pushing to the most justified breakup potentially in GL history. Both May and Ai are knowingly lying to the other person, and May’s reason is a pretty big deal. I know she had her reasons but she did some fucked shit by defending Batman. We knew that Oon would wake up at the most inopportune time and that’s exactly what’s going to happen. I think it’s going to be a satisfying accumulation of drama. I’m worried about the series ending because I think a lot of GL’s end badly. But somehow I have hope that they will pull it off. And thankfully they will have some ✨alone✨ time before all the shit goes down.

With the grandma finding out that Ai was pretending to be Oom in the last episode I thought for sure we would see a fight between the two of them in this episode. But instead we have the grandma understanding Ai’s dilemma and providing comfort. I love the growth we’ve seen in this relationship, and I love that the grandma is not homophobic in the slightest she’s just wants her babies to be happy.

I haven’t read the book…are we pushing to a polycule with our side girlies?! They have found themselves in a nice little love triangle. I’m actually pushing for Jan and Pang personally but I wouldn’t be mad at them forming a little trio. I am curious to see how they will wrap up this whole thing.

[regionalpancake]

Book Launch (not not featuring Discworld's Death)

I had a dream where I owned a bookshop, and local authors came in to do readings when they had a new book out.

Death (who is everywhere, and therefore local) had written a memoir about his time as one of the Four Horsemen. Turns out that War, Famine, and Pestilence were an infamously messy polycule, and Death was always on the sidelines just trying to do his job. Office romance/drama books are good business, so we’d booked him for the evening. The upside of this was that hospitals were having the best night of the year, with patients who should (by rights) be dead seemed to just… not be. This would later be chalked up as a ✨Holiday Miracle✨ by journalists who ought to know better, especially when you consider that our booking of Death was in all the local arts and culture listings.

So Death was sat in the reading chair in the kids section (the only place on the shop floor with enough space to put out our rows of folding chairs) and his audience around him were nodding seriously and taking notes as he read from the opening of “Fourth Horse, Third Wheel - Life on the outside of Creation’s messiest relationship”.

Local Annoyance, Kristine (who, if there was any poetry in the universe, would have be called Karen) spotted Death in the reading chair while she was walking past carrying her Christmas shopping. She did an about turn and stormed in to the bookshop in a flurry of snow, shouting:

“I’ve just about had it with these drag queen reading hours!”

“Can you please keep your voice down, ma’am?" I said. "We’re hosting a book launch.”

“No. You’re hosting a deviant! This is a disgrace. Think of the children!”

“Our guest author is trying to read,” I replied, people were turning round now to see where the angry shouting was coming from. “Also this audience is clearly college students.”

“That is not a college student!” She said, rudely pointing at one of our regulars, Mr Miller. Unlike the students, who looked disheveled in a highly curated way, Mr Miller looked authentically fucked up. He was here at every book launch, to warm up by the heating duct, and to fill the pockets of his elderly winter coat with food. He also helped out with peoples grad school application letters if they asked him to. A nice guy.

“And that drag queen” Kristine turned her attention back to the author, “is in the Children’s Reading Nook!”

“He’s not a drag queen, Kristine.” I took a deep customer-service breath, “He’s Death. Y'know, the Last Rider? His pale horse is right next to my flatbed in the parking lot. He rode here from the End Times. And speaking of riders, his says that the event space should be kept above 76 at all times, and you’re letting all the snow in.”

Kristine huffed spitefully and leaned back on the door. The wind outside sucked more heat out of the room. Mr Miller began to shiver. Death looked up from his book.

“That,” Kristine glared back into the void under the flowing robes, “is a man in a dress!”

I AM DEATH. Death said, folding his skeletal fingers over the open pages of the book. I AM NOT A MAN.

“Well you’ll never be a real woman, that’s for sure!” Kristine preened. “Doesn’t matter what lashes you slap on!”

I DO NOT HAVE EYES, KRISTINE. HOW DO YOU SUPPOSE I WEAR LASHES?

“How indeed! I just don’t think it’s appropriate to have-"

“Ma’am,” Mr Miller stood up out of his chair, “Will you kindly be quiet? I’m trying to listen to this nice young man’s polyamorous love story-“

“Polyamor- just you wait till my whatsapp group hears about this!” Kristine turned to leave and frowned at the wall of heavy snowfall. “I’ll just… wait here for an uber.” She plucked her phone from her bag and sat down in one of the folding chairs. A few students grumbled as her shopping bags dumped snow on their shoes. 

I closed the door and asked Mr Miller if he wanted his paper cup of coffee warming up.

Kristine grumbled at her phone, as if clicking the screen harder would make a difference. No drivers available in this weather.

I CAN GIVE YOU A LIFT HOME AFTER THE READING IF YOU LIKE, Death checked the clock. I’M SUPPOSED TO DO A PICK UP FROM HERE TONIGHT ANYWAY.

Kristine looked him up and down. “I’d rather die.”

AS YOU WISH.

“What did you say to me?”

I SAID WATCH YOUR STEP OUT THERE, IT’S ICY THIS EVENING. Death smiled and turned back to his book.

[goldenworldsabound]

HI i went to find that end of the year self ship game because i wanted to do it when i made my new blog -- so IF you want to answer these still (since we're only a week into the year): 3, 5, and 12!!!!

I sent you some as well hehe~ and yes I do I appreciate you sending them!!!

3. did a relationship with an F/O change in a major way (i.e. you started dating a platonic F/O or realized you prefer a formerly romantic F/O to be a friend, got married/engaged to an F/O, etc)? if so, did it happen more spontaneously, or was it something you had planned for a while?

Quant went from friend to husband- fdkjsahfjkds though it didn't really take that long and I think everyone knew it was gonna happen fdksjahfdjksa sooooo you know.

More to the point I think I shifted some tiers around and Clayman became King of Kings I think (not that carrd reflects this yet).

OH WAIT the major one was Shiroe who had almost been an f/o twice before but THIS TIME came back and was like "I'm not just an f/o, but a main" so FKJEWHFKJWEHJK there he is. He's here now. Forever hehe

5. regardless of who you'd pick for the previous question, which F/O would you say you spent the most time with this year (i.e. by thinking/talking about them the most, creating a lot of art or writing for your ship…)?

Clayman. Clayman had his own art summary. I learned to make plushies for him. I made a whole music video for him. An entire blog dedicated to him (not this one I mean @demonlordclayman) like. Cannot be overstated.

12. if you have spotify wrapped, were there any songs related to your F/O(s)/selfships in your top 100? if you don't, were there any songs you listened to a lot this year because they remind you of your F/O(s)?

All of them. Literally all of them fdkasjhfdsjk Spotify is a fave playlist machine to me basically so FKJWEHFJKEWHJK Clayman's playlist now has over 100 songs in it!!! I am insane about him! The newest one is:

it's um. angsty. His playlist is a jarring mix of angst and lovely dovey soulmate stuff sdkjafkajh it's fun

meanwhile the Triple Happy Meal playlist is coming along AND!

Very fond of this one for them. The trio climbed the tower together and pre plot they're just vibing together as a polycule being happy and in love. 🥺

[themightymoose]

I'm just imagining a beach episode in a human au with the pets and they're in a polycule. They're all in their swim suits about to head out, they're just waiting for Russell and Penny. They are both insecure and sensitive about their bodies and they're lowkey hyping each other up because it's not like they're gonna judge they're our partners- they approach them and kinda sheepishly go "So... how do we look?"

They both kinda avoid eye contact with the others, until they notice they've been silent for longer than they were expecting. And everyone is just... bright red, flustered beyond belief. They're not used to seeing Russell without a shirt and he usually wears one whenever he goes swimming or something, and they were not expecting Penny to show that much leg or a bit of ✨tummy✨

Zoe would fan herself all dramatically, give them each a kiss and go, "Oh you two are absolutely gorgeous." Pepper would of course try to play it off because she doesn't like to be visibly flustered but ends up making some terrible joke like, "Did someone leave on the stove? Because you guys are hot!" Minka is vibrating with excitement, but it's for them. Because she knew how hard it must've been for them and they are being so brave they're getting out of their comfort zone and she's so proud-. Sunil is trying to not linger on their bodies too much, simply because he's trying to be respectful. He's covering his eyes but rambles about how good they look and no he's not avoiding looking at them because he's grossed out or anything it's just that they look too damn hot he swears. And Vinnie just... faints. He fucking faints. They're just too damn pretty for Vinnie 😔

[nualaofthefaerie]

Hello!! I come with questions for Madame Nuala President 🎤✨??

So I can see how Sandflower could be established since it has a solid foundation on canon BUT what about Immortalflower? Or Immortal Sandflower? ( hope I’m not mixing ships names! I mean Hob x Nuala x Dream)

Do you have any Headcanons as to how those ships come to be? I would be interested in knowing more about them!

Thank you 🖤

You are so not mixing them, dear. It is ImmortalSandFlower, ISF for short.

We have come to it! The idiots at the end of the road. My creme de la creme of polycules.

Okay, so before Miss Madam President gets too excited, this post will be structured in the following way *puts my big girl glasses on*:

Why do I think ISF works so much more for me than any other trio?

My personal headcanons for them

Note to the people: I too have some Dreamling inclinations, I just love WOMEN damn it. Also, she is not my self-insert (that too has been in my inbox). I too want to be a man who is not an idiot and WILL LOVE miss Nuala like she has never been loved before. She is my wife, my girlfriend, my muse. I have no interest in those men. I am in love with her. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

ALRIGHT! It's all under the flower line so I don't do the thing where I clog the tag.

Why ISF works so much more for me than any other trio?

In the short of it - they have such compatible personalities. It's insane. I have a picture I send to my friends every time I try to explain Morpheus - Hob - Nuala.

This is how they exist in my head. When they are in couples, their dynamics LARGELY differ, but together, they share the emotional burden of each other - Moon/Star/Sun dynamic. Morpheus is the tired moon, Hob is the bright star, and Nuala is the warm sun, and together they make the whole sky.

It's a very warm triangle, and to me, they are a real love triangle because each loves the other and they stand alone as couples. When they are a polycule, their power dynamics also equal out if that makes sense. Morpheus does not necessarily hold more power over them anymore, so I like that about it as well.

To illustrate their couple dynamics better, I will give examples. I love to give these examples so people see how versatile they are. (happy screaming).

Dreamling

I will not go into details, but my quintessential Dreamling is 1789 Dreamling.

I think this is the era that really summarizes their dynamic quite well - Morpheus doesn't really force himself on Robert but still holds a considerable amount of power that could equate to him having influence over Robert's life decisions. Robert on the other hand is also very independent, he respects Morpheus, but is not afraid of him anymore. So I enjoy 1789 Dreamling a lot.

2. Sandflower

I won't use the comics to explain what is THE Sandflower dynamic because the real summarized Sandflower dynamic is them:

I can swear this on my soul, when Nuala and Morpheus begin to act like Elizabeth and Darcy in the show, remember, you heard it here first. Their opposite views on the world, their stubborness, the way he treats her in canon as if she is no more but a mere inconvinience but in reality he constantly does things to protect her, is very Darcy and Elizabeth of them. And as I have always said, Nuala has always stood her ground and protected who she is and where she came from.

3. Immortalflower

There is one perfect media that encapsulates Hob x Nuala's relationship SO good that there is no reason to explain further to people because they usually get it from the get go.

THEM. Hob and Nuala have THEE Eugene and Rapunzel dynamic. Consider the fact Nuala has never been to the Waking world, she knows nothing about it and Hob is this Immortal man that has been to every corner of the planet already. Her enthusiasm about everything she doesn't know about sparks back his love of everything he does know. So they are very gentle, loving, fluffy, a bit silly, goofy.

Separated, each couple can stand on its own and be entertaining and complex, while being something completely new and interesting when together, which is VERY rare to me. So they compel me TERRIBLY.

ONTO HEADCANNONS

I have DOMESTIC headcannons the most. If anyone wants spicy HC, you'll have to ask separately. But just so we know, we do offer the Spicy version of the menu.

SO! This is based on the concept of Retired!Morpheus:

The three of them live together in the inn

Morpheus is either a children's book author or a librarian

Hob owns the Inn and does his little Professor gig to the side

Nuala transforms a part of the Inn into a beautiful patissiere, full of pink mugs and live plants and fresh bread, pasteries and wonderful unique blends of teas she learned from her fairy home

They play a board game together once a week

Read together on the couch every night

Saturdays are for movies (Nuala adores animation and Morpheus doesn't understand the appeal of cinema entirely)

When they do go on dates, they usually let Nuala pick where she wants to go because it's her enthusiasm about seeing something new that is more precious to the good old Dreamling who has seen all there is to see from Earth than being on a date per se

Hob cooks, always

Morpheus is a wine mom

Nuala runs around the kitchen to entertain more than to help at any capacity, but she has a talent for vegeterian dishes, but Hob is not a big fan, but they compromise, they compromise

Each of them kind of has their own room, but also they always end up sleeping together in someone else's room.

My hc are all primarily domestic, or maybe my mood is like that right now.

I will now do something very shameless and admit I have already written an ISF one-shot. It's called "Set Me Free" and it's a Sea AU - Dreamling Pirates and Mermaid Nuala. It's one of my favourite things I have written and it's quite fun short story!

I hope my answer was interesting! If there is any other questions, inquires or suggestions or thoughts, my Asks and DMs are always open!

Love,

Li 🪷

[artilaz]

Some elves and drow smooching in That Picrew ✨

The purple-skinned drow is my man Vharloth, the black guy is a character named Faobo whom I'm also considering making a drow, because I love male drow. He could just be dying his hair to pass as a surface elf, idk. And the brunette is a trans girl named Moeri. They're not a canon polycule, I just tried to make as many different characters as I could.

Bonus: One Vharlstarion, because I could kinda see them having a short, dysfunctional af fling, ending up with the realization that they do not work together, and would just make each other worse, and not in the good kind of way 😂