#a throuple for the ages

[discobrainrot]

Jean/Harry/Kim?

LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

1. At first, Kim and Jean both feel like they’re invading the other’s territory.

Kim is… new.

New to Harry, new to the 41st, and new to these sorts of feelings. Not queer ones, but ones that pull in multiple directions. He loves Harry’s curiosity, his enthusiasm, and genuine desire to do good. He’s also WILDLY attracted to Harry, and it’s not hard for him to admit.

But there’s something about Jean. Behind his sad, tired eyes, there’s a wickedly sharp wit. He’s funny. He’s dedicated and wants the people around him to experience joy. For fuck’s sake, he showed up to the whirling in a wig and sunglasses to try and make Harry laugh.

Jean does a lot for Harry. He loves him far, far beyond the bond of the RCM. It’s easy to see in every look and gesture, regardless of how much he hides it behind stabbing sarcasm. It’s so obvious that for a long Kim holds himself back. He’s the interloper, the outsider. But it’s okay. He tells himself that he’s used to it. It’s nothing new.

Meanwhile, Jean is grappling with his feelings. The Harry that came back from THE HANGED MAN isn’t his Harry. Well, in some ways, he is. He’s still unstable, still has nightmares and apologizes too much. He still has strong arms and a stupid lopsided smile. He still kicks mailboxes and collects trash, but he’s kinder. Jean realizes that Harry isn’t that kind of animal anymore.

He’s Kim’s animal. He follows Kim around d like a duckling. Obeys him like a dog. Preens under his attention like a cockatoo. He looks at Kim like he’s the next Innocence, and for once, Jean understands why. Kim is cool. He’s smart, he’s an impressive detective, and he’s unerringly honest. He didn’t crack a smile when Jean wore his wig and sunglasses, but he seemed so touched when Harry dedicated his karaoke song to him. It made Jean’s chest ache - not just because he wanted to be the centre of Harry’s attention, but because he wanted to make Kim the centre of his.

By the time Jean realizes he’s having those thoughts, he feels like a fucking traitor. He’s betraying Harry by having feelings for Kim. He’s abusing Kim’s trust and professional boundaries because he’s still interested in Harry. He starts thinking that it’d just be better if he left both of their lives for good. He brings nothing to the table, so why bother?

2. Harry pulls them all together but doesn’t realize he’s doing it. Kinda.

I mean, if it’s normal to be bisexual, is it normal to love two people at once? By Harry’s calculations, it must be. He’s been learning so much about himself and how he fits into the world - as a detective, man, and queer person.

When he starts bringing Kim and Jean over to his place simultaneously, things are awkward but he kind of figured they would be. Dating is always kinda stressful and weird at first, right? So he just keeps inviting both of them around. He’ll put on movies and try to break the tension by keeping everyone talking. It goes on like that, and eventually, the pressure starts to fade.

But Jean and Kim are coping with their own internal battles. Both of them think they’re third-wheeling the other. Jean gets Tense when Harry leans over Kim’s shoulder, mouth close to his ear. Kim is deeply uneasy whenever Harry slings an arm around Jean and pulls him close. But they endure. Harry is happy, and they hope the other is, too.

And then, one night, he sits between them and puts an arm around each of their shoulders. He tells them he’s so glad they have each other and gives each of them a kiss on the cheek. And all. Hell. Breaks. Loose.

Flurries of questions from both Kim and Jean, and Harry answers the best he can. Yes, he really thought all three of them were dating. Yes, that’s something he wants. Yes, he’s sure he’s attracted to both of them. Yes, yes, yes.

And I think it’d be Kim, at the end of his fucking rope, who asks Harry if he wants to watch while he kisses Jean. Still processing everything, Jean doesn’t realize that Harry said yes until Kim leans over Harry’s lap to kiss him. And oh boy. Oh boy, what a night from there.

3. Sleeping next to each other is either a fucking nightmare, or the best thing. No in between.

In the summer - a nightmare. Too hot, the bed is too small, and everything is humid/sweaty. (I say this from the experience of having slept in a double bed with two other guys before. In the summer. Even with AC, we didn’t sleep super well, lol.)

In the winter, though? God. Jean and Kim are huddled around Harry like he’s a heating lamp. He’s constantly on middle-of-the-bed duty. He sleeps on his back the whole winter so each can cuddle up under an arm. And Harry gets the gift of constant Deep Pressure Therapy from both his loves slinging their arms and legs over him. He’s the ultimate teddy bear.

And suddenly, the winters are a lot less hard.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Could you write something where Danny is a teen dad to de aged Ellie? Bonus points if he lives in Crimr Alley and beats the Joker to a pulp for hurting his kid

Danny is trying his best.

It's not easy being a father at age sixteen. It's not easy having to leave his home in fear of what his parents will do to his clone-turned-daughter.

It's not easy watching her every day, wondering if her core will break down further, and instead of just de-aging this time, she'll end up dead. It's not easy worrying about her health in the most crime-infested city with a terrible job and relying on his pitiful check or the funds his sister can sneak to him.

But nothing good in this world is easy, and he wouldn't trade Dani for anything. Yes, she had lost her memories and acted like a real two-year-old, but he adored watching her eyes light up as she relearned the world.

Danny loved her to bits, and even buying her those cheap coloring books and crayons from the dollar store made Dani smile brighter than any star. They may struggle to pay rent and bills or buy food, but Danny can always scrape by, keeping her warm, fed, and house.

He worked at three different dinners, each part-time, since none of them were legally allowed to hire him full-time because of his age. Danny didn't have a single day off, but he had a few hours every day with Dani, which was enough.

While he worked, he asked his next-door neighbor to watch Dani. Now, it may not be the best thing to trust a stranger with his daughter but said neighbor is a ghost and one of the friendly kind.

Danny met her when he first moved in. Apparently, her haunting was one of the reasons the rent was so cheap. She never gave him her real name, but she stayed with Dani all day and had enough ectoplasm to physically touch things. Danny could sense her intentions with his core and knew her motherly adoration for Dani was authentic.

Privately, Danny called her Three since she haunted apartment three, and she sort of looked like she stepped out of the nineteen-thirties, complete with an attractive Transatlantic accent. She was an up-and-coming radio co-host, taking a segment to read stories to housewives before being murdered in her home.

Three never said why or how it happened, but she had been haunting the apparent complex for so long; her lore was well documented among the locals.

They say one of the Waynes had killed her after learning that his wife had fancied Three. But it was never proven and it became another theory that the rich would laugh at every once in a while.

(Three's face always twisted whenever she heard the name Wayne. Her hand would always reach up for a heart-shaped locket she refused to take off even in death.)

Since most people couldn't see ghosts unless exposed to ectoplasm for enough time, the stories of her attacks on anyone trying to get close to her apartment snowballed out of control. Danny thought it was unfair how evil they made her sound. Though it's true she had a strong distaste for men, she had a soft spot for children.

Danny had just been through the wringer; he had double shifts, one stacked right after the other. One of the dinners had let two people go after they had been arrested for moving illegal substances, and Danny had to cover until they found a replacement.

A woman had yelled at him for almost thirty minutes straight about a wait time for her surprise party of fifteen. A man threw up on their counter, and to top it all off, a kid had run into him while he was carrying a tray of food, causing him to spill everything.

Thankfully, the mother was horrified and apologized profoundly, but it had been almost too much for him. So when he was sweeping up broken plates and saw Three franticly flying at him screaming about some clown, well, Danny was doing his best.

And his best was fighting things far stronger than he.

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Jim Gordon's early afternoon gets interrupted by the Joker only three minutes after he is supposed to head home for the day. After escaping from Arkham a few months ago, the clown went to the ground, and everyone was nervous about what he was planning.

Jim's team hadn't heard any whispers or had any idea what the Joker was up to, which made everything worse. Usually, when something big and wrong was going to happen, they would catch at least one thing beforehand.

That's why the sudden broadcast of the lunatic had everyone jumping out of their skins.

"Good evening, Gotham. I want to welcome you to tonight's show. It's going to be killer." Joker cackles. He has somehow hacked into almost every screen in the city, his white devilish face appearing on TVs, phones, tablets, and even roadside advertising.

His voice echoes through the city as Jim barks at his employees to trace the signal.

"Recently, I felt it necessary to remind everyone that one is never too young to have a funny bone." The Joker continues, holding up a plush toy to the camera. He waves it a little, pressing the ginning bunny as close as possible so people can see its mouth has been sewed into a sickly wide smile. "I'm sure a few of you have noticed that certain school buses never arrived home."

The blood in his veins goes cold. How many buses? Which school? What kids were they? How old? Why had they not heard of the kids not arriving until now?

There are too many questions and nowhere near enough answers. Jim hates how useless he feels playing this sick man's game.

"But not to worry! You'll see your little ones again! After being guests on my very own game show! Every thirty minutes, one lucky child will get to compete for your amusement, and if they survive, they get an extraordinary prize-!"

His words are cut short by a dark figure flinging itself at the Joker and punching him to the ground. Thank every dark cloud in the sky that the Bat was on the case.

"Basty! Have you come to play- wait. You aren't Batsy." Joker's delighted tone melts into anger as the figure straightens to a young teenage boy.

"You have my daughter. Give her back." The teen tells the clown, voice flat and cold. "Three said your goons took her from her balcony."

"My boys take a lot of people." Joker laughs hoping up a flower. With a press of his finger, the teenager is covered in Joker Vemon. Jim's heart falls as the boy stumbles back, rubbing at his eyes. Joker laughs harder until the kid picks up a chair and slams it onto his head.

There wasn't even a chuckle from the boy. Huh.

"You have my daughter. Give. Her. Back."

"Or what?" The Joker taunts, snapping his fingers. There are sounds of people moving, likely the goons. "Kill him."

The boy doesn't seem to react to the men rushing at him. Someone knocks the camera stand over, and the view of the fight is taken away as it rolls on the ground. Thankfully, it ends up pointed at a wall, where they watch the shadows of the teenager and the Joker's goons fight.

It's hard to tell who's winning, with all the shadows blending together whenever they get close, but the fact that he hasn't heard the kid drop yet means he's holding his own. Jim's eyes narrow at the wallpaper, trying to figure out why it looks so familiar.

It hits him just as a little girl phases through the wall. Yes, phases, as if walking through it like a ghost. This would make sense since -

"That's Nightowl Apparemtents!" Ricky, the new cop from Crime Alley, cries, echoing Jim's thoughts.

"It's what?" Asks Sara

"Nightowl apparements. It's the oldest place in Crime Alley and one of the most haunted. They said a lover of a Wayne was killed there. She kills anyone who tries to rent the place. They do ghost tours occasionally, but no one dares to her hallway. That wallpaper is famous because it's the only one in Gotham with the original founding families' symbols." Ricky explains, watching the little girl tilt her head and then start to flout. Everyone shivers as a second figure bleeds out of the wall behind her.

This one is much more blurry, but the faith outline of a beautiful woman covered in blood hovers behind the girl staring at the fight. She's dressed in clothes that Jim is sure was decades ago, and unlike the little girl, she makes him feel very unsafe.

The ghost of Apparement three. Barbara had gone through a paranormal phase when she was fifteen and dragged Jim to all the haunted places in Gotham. Nowhere had made him feel as uneased as Gotham's cemetery- the most haunted place- but those apartments were a close second.

The ghost spots the camera, sneering at it and Jim actually jumps back.

"Oh, gods!" Ricky shouts, turning his head away. "I'm so sorry for looking into your eyes without permission!"

"It's not a telephone! It can't hear you, Ricky!"

"That's not the point, Sara!"

"Daddy!" the little girl cries, holding up her finger. "I got an ow-ow."

At once, the sounds of combat stopped, and then the screams began. It's nothing like Jim has ever heard. He's been on the force long enough to know what a human in pain sounds like, and those sounds—well, he prays that the Joker had decided to bring in animals.

If it makes him sick to his stomach he is worried about the regular people watching.

The little girl doesn't look away, tilting her head to the side like a curious child of two would and still holding her tiny up. After a moment, Jim realizes the screaming has stopped. There is silence before Joker falls beside the girl, beaten beyond recognition.

If it weren't for his purple sit, Jim would have thought him a goon.

The little girl doesn't blink an eye as the teenager rushes to her, kicking the Joker.

"Let me the ow-ow." The teenager demands, taking her hand in his. There is a moment of tense silence as the woman's ghost louts around him with a sneer. "A papercut! You gave my daughter a papercut!"

The ghost woman screeches, rage in every part of her cry. Jim feels his heart beating out of his chest, frozen in absolute terror as she reaches down for the Joker and drags him through the floor.

The man's screams are heard even through the muffled flooring.

"Holy shit," Sara breathes, voice trembling.

"This is why no one with a brain messes with Nightowl's ghost," Ricky hisses, rubbing at his cross. "How that kid go it to attack the Joker and not him and his daughter-"

The teenager gathers the toddler into his arms, his image fading with a hiss.

"-That was a ghost. The teenager that beat the Joker to near death was a ghost." Ricky swallows. "I am never stepping foot down that street again."

Somewhere in Gotham, a woman is sweating bullets after the feed is cut by Batman, who arrives with the rest of the Bats minutes afterward.

"Say, Mom, wasn't that the boy you were yelling at today in Teddy's Diner for Uncle Ron's birthday."

The woman's eyes swing back to the TV, where the waiter's face is frozen on the screen, his green glowing eyes almost staring into her soul. "Yes.....yes it was."

"Oh crud. I think we're cursed now, Mom. Way to go."

[a-drama-addict]

ok non oc related bg3 art bc i was thinking abt wyll and astarion bullying gale (affectionately)

[one-bat-day]

OT3 OF THE CENTURY 🙏🙏

ALSO TIMS HAIR??????? HE WENT FULL 2020 EGIRL

Also last YJ before Grayson posts!!!!

[beanghostprincess]

the thing about cross guild for me is that i don't feel particularly attracted to mihawk or crocodile because they're not my type of characters at all. however, when they are next to buggy they make my mouth water and my legs shake because god fucking damn the homoeroticism and power play thing they have going on is something else

[florence-ghoul]

I did a thing again

[moonjunio]

Time to expand on my ElfQuest heart circle post ❤️⭕️

A lot of fans only read the Original Quest (books 1-4) and may not know how deep the relationships between these 5 (count em, five) lovemates truly runs.

Cutter, as the MC, is the glue that binds the whole - or so you might think at first glance (more on that soon). But who is “first” when it comes to Cutter’s heart?

Book 1 revolves around the meeting of two tribes, resulting in the Recognition between Leetah and Cutter - so this pairing might be paramount in your mind.

But the first love shown in the entire saga is actually Redlance and Cutter. This is the moment that showed readers very early on that this story was going to be very different than the usual fantasy fare of the 70s. This warrior is well rounded, and one of his greatest strengths is loving and caring for others.

Redlance’s lifemate is Nightfall (my favorite character, if I’m only allowed one!) I think it was in one of the short stories or novelizations - when Nightfall and Cutter were very young, they were so close that many of the Wolfriders thought they would become lifemates. If Cutter had a first crush, Nightfall would likely count. The trio remains very close right from the start of ElfQuest.

But did I save the best for last? Cutter and Skywise are, for me, the heart of the entire tale. In terms of personality and emotional connection, they are avatars for the creators - Wendy and Richard Pini. No surprise, then, that their love story has (arguably) the most depth and pathos over the 40+ years that it took to write and illustrate ElfQuest.

In one story, Skywise knew Cutter’s soul name from birth - which is normally only revealed psychically to the parents. So, Skywise is also chronologically the first in Cutter’s heart. But they’re too young or simply disinclined to call it what it is at first, so it’s “brothers in all but blood” if they have to put it into words.

Yes this will be a series of posts - next, I focus on one couple or throuple at a time, as they each have their own special relationships.

[flea-palace]

I wonder if Christine and Raoul lived to see the invention of airplanes and cars and if they did I wonder if they ever thought to themselves that "Erik would love to see this". On the negative side- WW1 on the horizon

rip erik you would have loved committing henious traffic violations in a 1926 mercedes benz 🙏

[sad-endings-suck]

Mustang x Darrow x Cassius may never be a canon throuple, but they are canon in my heart. 💗💗

[elvhenfaer]

My ultimate Dragon Age throuple

[vulpixhoney]

I'm replaying DA:O after reading The Stolen Throne, and it's somehow made me more and less sympathetic to Loghain.

Like I understand now where he's coming from, Cailan was not battle smart, like at all and would've gotten them all killed. And Loghain has serious trauma with Orlais. But he took so many wrong steps because of his paranoia. Like my man literally commits treason because Cailan wanted to seek (much needed) aid from Orlais. It would be one thing if he just retreated from the battle and incidentally left Cailan to die, but it wasn't just that. He purposefully betrays Cailan so that he dies in the field, lies to the country and says that the Grey Wardens murdered him, and then tries to usurp the crown, all while denying the blight that he personally witnessed. Like he saw the army. And he does all this after going through everything he did with Maric to secure his family's crown. Just kills his son and takes his crown

and also participates in the slave trade

[blacklegsanjiii]

•°♤°• I actually saw a fic of Rouge/Rayleigh/Roger pairing and I love it so much! I actually wish there was fanart of this pairing.

Bruh their crews would kill them but it's such a good ship. It's so good.

[roseblues]

If anyone wants to witness the most brain dead misogynistic campaign on the most harmless character to ever exist then they should check out the Vikings fandom

[indecentpause]

The Black & Blues: Part I, Chapter vi.

Nothing happens that night, nothing more than what already had. But when you wake up with Josselin curled up next to you, with his face buried in your chest, muffling his little sleepy dream mumbles, it feels like everything’s new. It’s later than you usually get up. The sun through the window is higher and brighter than you’re used to. With one arm still under Josselin’s neck, you roll halfway over and reach out for your phone. 10:30. You slept late late. But Josselin’s still curled up in you, and he’s still using your arm as a pillow, so it’s not like you can move. You could wake him up, but why would you? You run your fingers through his long hair. It’s so soft. Yours is soft too, but yours is fluffy bunny soft. Josselin’s is silk and velvet soft. You could stay like this for hours, but the repeated touch, though gentle, is enough to get Josselin moving. He shifts a little and his grip on your shirt loosens. He opens his eyes. “Hey,” he says. “Hey.” Is this becoming your thing? Do you and Josselin have a thing?

AAAAAA sorry I missed yesterday's update. I have no excuse. my memory is garbage and I literally just forgot. but here it is a day late!

read it here on ao3!

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[wisteriagoesvroom]

Hmhmhmhmhmh HMMHMMHMMMHMMMM

brid if i SPEAK

spitroast

[maedelin]

You think Morph in AOA would've had a threesome with Rogue and Magneto if they asked them?

Yes. Yes I do.

I have to admit...my preferred throuple for the AoA would've been Romyneto. Help! My furious goblin mind won't stop!