#but I do have other ideas where you're alive and thriving

[ananke-xiii]

A dream, mine:

spn s13 but with cas alive and jack's a baby, dean and mary are in the AU and lucifer is still on earth. Somehow sam and cas manage to save jack and themselves from lucifer but now they're on the run and they are both questioning their life choices. Sam's like super pissed because he's been baby trapped by cas of all people and he's now stuck with an unhinged angel and a baby that's half his nemesis, a nemesis with which he shares the most unfortunate, most fucked up, saddest "profound bond" of all time. Cas is pissed too because he was handed the shortest (technically the tallest but shhh) straw by fate and ended up with the wrong brother, what's worst, he's now forced, once again, to re-evaluate all his millennia-long prejudices against all kinds of abominations since he's stuck sharing a car with two of the finest examples ever produced. Jack is just a baby which means he cries a lot, wants to eat, does his things etc and the crying alone is enough to send cas and sam crazy. Cas resents sam because he thinks he's using the angel with the excuse that he doesn't sleep so he can look after the baby. Sam resents cas because he went doing his hot girl shit instead of following his plan. Things reach a boiling point when they're in a gas 'n sip, sam deep in "newborn lore" on his smartphone, trying to understand what a newborn can eat out of gas station food, and cas's exasperated because "we can just wear a white coat, go to a hospital and steal breast milk". Sam snaps and he's like "what IS wrong with you, dude?" and cas is so done so he's like "tell me, sam, what IS wrong with me, sam?". Sam's not dean and he's not above recounting all the times cas has fucked them over, fucked him over, he literally uses his fingers to start counting everything that's just wrong with cas and he sure as hell starts by telling him how thick an actual angel of the lord, "the fucking angel of fucking thursday has no feel" (sam's words not mine), can be to save a person from hell without realizing that the soul's not there when he basically did the same thing for dean so "uh cas, explain this to the hand, CAS-TI-EL"! And cas finds out that, after all, he's not that bad at this feeling and being almost human shit cause he suddenly feels very in touch with his feminine side and he's ready to remind sam how thick can he be to think that god was speaking to him telling him to open the cage, like "what sam, just because amara was speaking to dean, you thought god would have spoken to you, to you, SA-MU-EL?" They're one step close to a catfight, neither of them is shy enough to prevent it, they both can and will grab each other by their hair and grip tight to raise themselves from this domestic hell. But they're in a gas 'n sip, whisper-yelling about angels, hell, souls and god and people begin eyeing them, the clerk reaches for the phone. They stop and realize that, in their current state, they're both two male presenting beings somewhere in their forties or in their vicinity with a screaming baby in cas' arms and one call away from child protection services . Things are not good.

Meanwhile, dean is with mary, fake bobby and fake charlie having the time of his life in the fake purgatory copy that is the AU releasing all his decade-long repressed sexual energy toward a certain angel by killing angels with bullets made out of angel blades and knifing the occasional monster of the week that goes bump in the night. Things are good.

[greyskyflowers]

I have found there's very specific things I just really enjoy in fics about Edwin and Charles's romantic relationship.

So, I honestly just can't picture Charles anything other than very inexperienced at intimacy but so excited. Like a teenager feeling up his first girlfriend in the back of a car or under the bleachers. Excited, nervous, eager to please and just kind of in awe of being able to touch someone like that. He's got almost no idea what he's doing but he's 100% open and willing to learning.

I think he always ends up smiling into kisses, a little lopsided grin that's pleased as hell. He always offers a bunch of little encouragements and comforts You're doing great. I know it's a lot but I've got you. You feel good.

And lots of nipping, bites, and marks because no one will ever convince me Charles is not a hickey man.

Charles thrives on positive feedback and Edwin makes sure to always give praise.

Edwin is just kind of overwhelmed with intimacy. Being intimate with someone is a lot, especially if you haven't had it before and you've kind of built it up in your head.

So, I always feel like Edwin is in this constant closer no that's too close wait come back push and pull of anxious affection that has him leaning into every touch even though he's also trying to pull away at the same time.

Lots of bitten off noises, hums and gasps. He touches like he's scared he's going to break something or it's all going to disappear.

If they have to stop because it gets to be too much for Edwin, Charles doesn't ever look upset. He's pleased as hell to be doing any of this. He can't think of anything Edwin could ever do to disappoint him.

Careful, light, sure touches because the only intimacy they both really have is terrible. Edwin with the boys who held him down and hell. Charles with his dad.

I think Charles shows his love by loving someone and Edwin shows his love by letting himself be loved.

Charles wasn't able to show love to his family or his friends, who weren't friends at all. I personally imagine he had lots of girls he messed around with while he was alive with but it never went beyond that into something serious.

He can't show his love to humans, like Crystal, because it makes them look crazy. He can't hold a living girl's hand in public without her getting looks. They can't kiss or even talk with other living humans around without it being strange.

He can show his love to Edwin in a way he can't show it to anyone else.

Edwin is proud to be seen with Charles. He can talk and touch and be with Charles regardless of who's around. I personally like the idea that ghosts can feel other ghosts, as if they were living people or something close to that.

So, being with Edwin feels like he's with Edwin.

I just think once the ice is broken on what their relationship is, that he'd be all over it. Holding hands, quick kisses, hugs, sitting next to each other or all tangled together. Also a big fan of Charles coming up behind Edwin, wrapping his arms around his waist and hooking his chin over his shoulder to watch whatever it is he's doing.

Edwin didn't have close friends or family when he was alive, at least that we're aware of. Then he spent decades in hell where his only touch was painful, terrrifying, never ending.

Letting someone touch him, put him in such a vulnerable position physically and emotionally, is a big ask. That's why he's never done it or seem to have even contemplated it until he realizes his feelings about Charles.

He lets Charles touch him, and protect him, and know him more than anyone one else living or dead. It's easy to open himself up for Charles to love him.

I also feel like there's such a comfort level there that Edwin could say I think I'd like to try *insert action here* and Charles would be like yep yep we can do that or Charles could say I've always wanted to try *insert action here* and Edwin's like okay I'll find a book and read up on it with a fluttering of anxious excitement.

Do I also personally like to think bdsm dynamics, sexual and/or nonsexual, are present in their relationship? Yes. Absolutely. 100%.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

🎲🖤 Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes 🎲🖤

Writing a little fic about the reader joining Hellfire after being kicked out of the original D&D group she's in, for reasons *cough (sexist arseholes)* and Eddie is literally in love with this feisty lady who interrupts the latest Hellfire campaign and asks to join the group, who's planned campaigns involving Vecna and has no trouble arguing with him if he's being a dick. (The latter might be in part two if people are interested)

Vecna who's Vecna? Eddie is alive and thriving in this fic. Also, I'm not 100% well-versed in D&D but I am learning, if I do part two I hope to include more into the plot.

The title is lyrics from Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift 💞

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"You can't just kick me out of the group," you say fuming as Ethan looks at you with pity.

"I'm the Dungeon Master so technically I can, the guys just think that you take playing a little less seriously than the rest of us" he lies straight to your face and the anger that is bubbling up inside of you threatens to explode.

"What! I literally built the last three campaigns because you couldn't come up with anything, I came up with the plan to defeat Vecna and...you glare at him, this is what it's about isn't it. You hate that I can come up with the ideas for campaigns and because I'm good at the game. Of all the idiotic, sexist bullshit...

Ethan blushes. "Look, I want to see if Eddie would let me and the guys join Hellfire and maybe he might let me DM sometimes but if he finds out that you helped make up most of them well...

So you're kicking me out to save yourself the apparent humiliation of a girl being better at D&D than you are" he flushes pink and glares at you.

"Whatever. We'll be fine without you. Good riddance" he storms off by that point leaving you alone and tearful. You're just so pissed that you have to leave the group, leave something you love playing.

There's a gentle pressure on your shoulder and you find Robin looking at you concerned. "What was that about? Did he do something to hurt you? I could ask Steve to kick his ass, unless you want to kick his ass yourself which is great and all and...

She stops talking when she sees one silent tear run down your cheek which you wipe away furiously, nope you will not cry because of that gargoyle Ethan.

"Robin breathe, and yeah I'm okay. I mean I will be" you explain everything that happened and by the end Robin is as angry as you are.

"He can't just kick you out, what a douchebag, how exactly is he going to explain away the fact he has no amazing ideas for campaigns without you there?

You should talk to Eddie and join Hellfire yourself, he's actually a nice guy well according to the Steve's child/brother friend. The dingus is jealous of Eddie which is kind of sweet and hilarious..." She cuts off her rant at the growing smile on your face.

"Oh no, I know that look" you grin widens and you link arms with Robin. Yes you'll join Eddie and expose Ethan for the slimy ass that he is.

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With the idea in mind you decide to ask Eddie before Hellfire starts but instead find yourself walking into a session which is in full swing. Well shit. Way to make a good impression...

Eddie stops talking, he's in the middle of the campaign, just at the part where a group of rogue trolls have invaded the party and turned the gathering of friends at a tavern into a fight for survival.

"Yes... Uh cheerleader tryouts are the other way sweetheart" You scoff and raise your eyebrows at him.

"Do I look like a cheerleader to you? I'm sorry to interrupt. I wanted to catch you before you started the session, I was wondering if I could join Hellfire?"

You know Jeff from being in drama with him and he's the first to say, "Uh aren't you in that group with Ethan and George?" You shake your head.

"I was. Until they kicked me out" Eddie's big brown eyes widened and the annoyed expression was wiped from his face, he ignored the complaints of some of the freshmen and motioned you to explain.

"Ethan kicked me out because he's an arrogant, sexist troll" one of the freshmen groans and gestures widely to Eddie.

"Dude, can we hurry up and continue with the session" Eddie holds a hand up to quieten him and stares at you his eyes filled with grudging curiosity.

"Why did he kick you out?" You frown and the anger returns at Ethan and his betrayal.

"Because he wants to join up with you and impress you with his amazing DM skills which are a load of shit. He didn't even organise the last three campaigns, I did. He liked to use all of my ideas but won't have me blow his chances of pretending he's something he isn't" there's silence and Eddie looks impressed.

There's also something else in his expression that makes your stomach feel like it's doing somersaults but you can examine that later.

"So you're here to join instead before the little weasel does. Beat him at his own game huh sweetheart?" you nod and he smiles, all dimples.

"Well yeah basically, I love D&D but I also want to annoy the hell out of the asshole as well, he's just pissed that I came up with a campaign for Vecna and doesn't want me showing you how much he doesn't do for his own group" you finish your rant and wait for his answer.

Eddie's smiling by the end of your rant and gestures you over to the group.

"I like you, you can sit in and watch this session because we're more than halfway through but I'm happy for you to join the group and our next meeting. You can tell me about your stats and character after the session is over"

Thrilled you walk over to the table and Eddie barks at one of the guys to move so you're standing right beside him.

It was so not time for your heart to be doing its own version of a mini-marathon at the mere sight of Eddie's big brown eyes capturing yours. Fuck, you did not have time for whatever this was. You were here to battle dragons, defeat trolls (in real life as well) and be a badass.

Crushing on Eddie Munson would have to wait.

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Eddie is definitely planning on killing Wheeler's character in the next session. He glares as Mini Wheeler finishes his rant about last night.

"You know it's so gross the way you were mooning over her all night right? Make it more obvious that you have a crush on her dude" he whines and Eddie scowls which seems to snap Mike out of his constant whining.

"I was not mooning Wheeler. I was impressed with the way she knew what she wanted and went for it, she will be a valuable asset to Hellfire"

Gareth hides a laugh as he continues eating and Eddie redirects his glare to his friend. "Anything to say Gareth the Great?" Gareth stops laughing at once but still looks amused.

"Dude, you were totally mooning over her, I think someone's in love" Eddie can feel the heat rise on his cheeks and scoffs, how dare Gareth make such an idiotic assumption.

"Love? I don't believe in love dude. This heart is far too cynical for any of that shit. I was just intrigued that's all" he's ready to fully rant when he sees you and his heart skips a beat, argument dying in his throat and his knees turn to jelly.

"Yeah be more obvious Munson" Jeff sniggers which causes Gareth to nearly choke on his sandwich.

Okay, scratch that. He's killing Gareth and Jeff's characters too.

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As you walk into the cafeteria the next day you avoid your usual table and head straight for Hellfire.

You wave cheerily over at Ethan and the guys and smirk at their thunderous expressions. Eddie snorts but when you look at him there's no trace of his previous amusement as he mentions the next Hellfire session will be tomorrow.

You're distracted by Ethan glowering in your direction, his arms folded as he snaps at Dean. There's a soft pressure on your hand and you look down to find Eddie's hand touching yours, it gets your attention immediately.

"We can go over your character tonight yeah? There's a spark between the two of you, it lingers in the air and your heart kicks up a notch as Eddie lets out a little groan.

He clears his throat and moves his hand away, you hide how flustered you are as he begins to talk about the new campaign but every so often his gaze meets yours and the same level of intrigue is in his gaze as you feel for him.

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"Lady Emmeline is an elven princess who ran away from her duties when her parents tried to marry her off to a vile prince, she's proficient with a bow and arrow but her real talent is swordsmanship, she's intelligent, brave and bold but can be impulsive and hotheaded if provoked" you read out to Eddie who nods.

"Was she your character in your old D&D group?" Eddie asks and you nod, leaning closer to him as he pulls out his notebook. It's chock-full of ideas for campaigns and drawings, being so near Eddie is playing havoc with your concentration.

He smells like leather, the faintest hint of smoke and whatever cologne he's using. It's woody and smells divine. The softness of his usually loud voice and his big Bambi eyes are distracting. It wouldn't bother you so much or at least you'd try to avoid it but the way you catch Eddie looking at you sometimes makes you melt.

It's ridiculous because you've never felt this way before about anybody but now it's happened it's overwhelming and intense.

"Nice tattoo" you murmur and he smiles as you nod to the bats and the Wyvern. "I have more" he pulls down his Hellfire shirt and you can see a black widow spider and a glimpse of a demon.

Very gently you trace a finger over one of the bats on his forearm, Eddie's breath hitches and you curse yourself for possibly freaking him out. "Sorry," you murmur and chance a peek at his expression. It's filled with longing.

"Don't be sorry princess" he's hesitant at first but then after a moment you feel his fingers trace soft patterns over your hand. The feel of his fingers on your skin is amazing and it makes you shiver in a good way.

His eyes drop down to your lips and the two of you move closer instinctively until you're both mere inches apart.

And that's when Dustin barrels in speaking a mile a minute and you and Eddie jump apart at the interruption.

Fuck.

[roseboysstuff]

idk how to do requests its my first time doing this but could you do Shiro from voltron legendary defender x ftm reader?

Spoilers if ya havent watched it!!

Ok so like yk where that one episode Shiro disappeared and came back after a year and he just immediately went to reader and just fucks him.... soft dom Shiro brainrot... can be a mix of fluff and smut also u can do this req anytime u want no pressure (i have bad memory so i'll eventually forget this LMAO and i lovelovelove how u write i THRIVE with it)

You don't have to worry about spoiling the series to me, I've watched it all over and over Little note about the show : I actually enjoyed it all, even season 8. The only think I don't like is allura x lance, and that Lotor was a bad guy. Allura and lotor should have got together, and lance and keith should have got together. I would also accept keith and shiro.

And thanks for the compliment! I'm glad you like how I write honestly most of it is word vomit so I'm glad others like it too

He had been through hell. Being kidnapped by the Galra had made him mentally exhausted. But most of all. He had missed you.

You. You were his everything. The thought of you had gotten him through his imprisonment. He had almost given in plenty of times. But the memory of your smile, the way you would say his name, and the idea of one day seeing you again, it all kept him going.

And when he managed to escape? All he could think about was you. The ride back to earth in that escape pod was harsh, and he was drifting in and out of consciousness. But he could have sworn he whispered your name throughout the whole trip.

When Keith and the gang rescued him, he begged them to take him back to you. Which they happily obliged.

The reunion was tearful, and he whispered your name over and over like a prayer, holding you tightly until you were just both crying on the floor, embraced.

"I missed you. So much. I'm here, sweetheart, I'm alive. I'm with you."

He kept apologising, and you almost couldn't believe it was real. Takashi Shirogane, your Shiro, was back. You'd been led to believe he was dead. All of the military and all your friends had told you to give up. You'd grieved and cried for months.

And now he was back. You didn't blame him, of course, and so you shut up his apologies with a kiss. You were desperate to feel his lips on yours again, to feel his warmth, to confirm that he was really alive and here with you. He eagerly reciprocated the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled away, about to apologise for the coldness of his new arm, but you just kissed him again.

It was cold, yes, but you didn't care. You wanted your arms around you, no matter what they were made of.

It didn't take long until you were heavily making out, drinking in the taste of each other. He held the back of your head with one hand, with the other sliding down to grasp at your hip. He was unwilling to let go. Neither were you.

He barely managed to pull away enough to pick you up and carry you to the bed, pulling you onto his lap. And it was straight back to kissing again, tearing off each other's clothes, lost in a hazy fog of need, want, love and lust.

There was no need for more foreplay than this. You were completely soaked, and he was hard as a rock. You were ready. Ready to feel his big cock stretching you out. Which it did.

Before he was kidnapped, you were a little more accomodating, considering you were used to taking his cock. But this time, as you sank down, you could feel every vein on his cock, as it stretched you out for the first time in nearly a year.

"Gods... you're so tight, baby boy. Am i hurting you? If I am, we can stop and-"

Well you were having none of that. You sank yourself fully down on his cock, causing you to whimper and him to throw his head back in pleasure, a chesty moan leaving his throat.

"Oh, wow. You're just as voracious as I remember. That's my good little prince, bounce on my cock. Please, baby boy."

How could you refuse such a humble request? Your hips instantly got moving, bouncing and grinding and gyrating. No particular rhythmn, just the desperate need to be together as one. And it was heaven. For both of you.

He was seeing the person who had gotten him through the worst times of his life, bouncing and moaning on his cock. Seeing your hair bounce, your eyes shut, and your mouth wide in a silent O shape. It only fueled his lust, and he started to thrust back.

The rhythmn of your bodies meeting only got less steady as you both got close, and you found yourself clutching onto him for dear life. He was doing the same. Your bodies were impossibly close, not even an atom of space between you, as you both climaxed, crying out the other's name. His hot seed filled your cunt up, and your cunt in turn clenched and milked his cock. it was ecstacy.

As you came down from your orgasms, neither of you let go. How could you? You had both spent the past year begging the universe to give you one more chance, you weren't going to let go.

He kissed your neck and face, a big grin on his face.

"I missed you, missed this. Oh, baby boy, you have no idea."

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Why won't my brain leave me alo-

Y'ALL I'M FINALLY WRITING THAT ALIEN STAGE HISTORICAL AU AND MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS GOING *DEEP* AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT THE EMOTIONS WELLING UP INSIDE OF ME THAT I CAN'T EXPRESS BECAUSE AHDLSBSKSBSK

I have everything I could ask for in a fic and more because I do what I want.

MiziTill dated as teenagers but they're now friendly exes.

Sua killed her fiance.

HyunLuka is in the fucking trenches but they're so perfect for each other I want to bash my head into a wall

IvanLuka is thriving in toxic yaoi as they play this fucked up dance of bargaining information and making out.

Ivan and Mizi are best friends in a contract marriage and pretty much have weekly sleepovers where they make crafts and rant about their crushes/relationships.

Till wasn't even assigned a gender at birth and is nonbinary.

Dewey bombs the clock tower at the capitol because he misread the mission before eating the paper.

The entire cast is queer; ¾ of the cast is trans (or maybe all the cast idk); ¼ of the cast is intersex (Sua, Luka, & Acorn [yes, Acorn is important]).

The fucking plot relies on discussion of aphobia and aroace erasure due to the empire's religion. (The entire main cast is under the aro-spec, ace-spec, or aroace-spec umbrella.)

Hyun Woo is alive and frequently swaps out jobs with his sister because they're near identical with enough make-up. Yes, they're spies.

Hyun-A is a revolutionary leader.

Multishippers, in case you're worried, polyamory/polygamy is encouraged. We have room for everyone.

You guys are going to love to hate the emperor.

Multiple different culture references because I'm afraid of just using one country and doing something wrong and pissing people off so all the countries are fictional

I'M GOING TO CRY ALL I WANT TO DO IS WRITE BUT I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND I'M WILLING TO MAKE ANYTHING OR DO REQUESTS BUT AKDVSKDBSKSB

I don't care who. Please go in my inbox and ask for something about this AU so I can center my tasks. Please, I'm begging y'all moots and strangers and followers alike 🙏 y'all can just ask for ship content if you want I'll feed you, prommy

(I'm supposed to tag someone but I forgot their user sksksks lemme go find it and add it)

[foolish-clown]

Dancing in the Dark

A/N: Got an early finish from work and my brain said do the thing.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

The shadow to her light, standing back as she lights up for all to see. You weren't a secret, not quite, and yet you thrived under the hidden smiles and knowing touches.

Idol!Karina x Back-upDancer!Reader

Your lungs burn with a familiar fire; adrenaline guiding your stamina through the motions.

Lasers danced up your body with sporadic bursts of energy, the stage beneath your feet vibrating with a unified excitement that was shared by the crowd.

Sweat was slightly coating your skin, strands of hair beginning to stick around the expanse of your forehead.

You were exhausted, and yet you've never felt so alive.

The roar from the fans that had come tonight had only gotten more hyped with each hour that passed, hoarse throats doing little to squander the primal need to encourage and adore.

There have been a few times where you've had to squish down an exhilarated smile, to undo the curve of your lips and place professionalism back in control.

You couldn't help it, especially during parts of certain choreography a certain someone would face you and make such unhinged expressions to test your control.

Damn Yu Jimin and her Master's Degree for making you laugh.

The one time you did slip, you couldn't even find it in yourself to be mad, not with the pure delight that sparkled in her eyes for the brief second she had before needing to turn around again.

Sometimes -- perhaps in your delusional mind -- it was like the two of you were dancing together. That each light surrounding the space was but a star in the void of space.

It was a thought that didn't play often, kind of hard to with Spicy being belted out by the four idols in front of you, but it was one that occurred enough to make it stick out within your mind.

It was easy for you to love your job to begin with, but those little moments, when she makes it feel like it's just the pair of you -- it just makes you truly appreciate what you had.

Karina made it so easy to love her, and despite the moments of shared banter, you always made sure to let her know just how much she's truly appreciated.

And even now, with the last song coming to an end, you watch as she continues to give it her all for every single person who had come out to see them that night.

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Sometimes, depending on how the night went, the sizzle and spark stays strong even as you're all changing back into normal attire.

Well, for most people, Winter looks more than ready to crash on a soft bed for the next 5 years.

There's a part of you that feels for her, after all your own mucles feel like they're only moments away from liquefying.

But then the idea of drinks and food are brought up to celebrate a night well done, and the chorus of cheers from all members of staff easily drown out a singular tired whine.

You catch Karina's eyes on you from the other end of the room, her smile one of silent adoration that never fails to awaken the slumbering butterflies lying dormant in your chest.

You will never deny the urge to be closer, and so before you know it the distance has decreased within nothing but a flurry of rapid movements.

"You did well today," you say upon approach, loving the way she reaches out to intertwine a pinky with your own.

"So did you."

A grin tugs at your lips, and you tilt your head in a way that lets her know she's about to be enticed into a battle of bants. "How do you know? I'm behind you for maybe... 90% of the time."

She attempts to mimic the expression on your face, but one side of her mouth extends way too far, "because it's you, so I know you did well."

Bullseye. There was no winning when she's so genuine.

You try to brush away the heat rising against your cheeks, but at this proximity there's no denying it.

"Flatterer."

A hum, now all of your fingers are interlaced. "No, just honest."

A stuttered breathe breaks free from your nose, love poured into every particle that filters within the space between you.

You really, really wanted to kiss her when she says things like that.

And if the look on her face is anything to go by, she's fully aware of the fact.

Her smile turns wry and she settles with a squeeze of your hand before their manager is calling for her attention.

Well you think, willing away the frantic beat of your heart, she's going to pay for that.

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A surprised gasp almost forces its way passed your lips when a hand settles over your own.

Too engrossed in a conversation with one of your fellow dancers, you hadn't even noticed when Giselle had decided to switch places with a certain someone.

"Hi," Karina smiles when you jolt in her direction, and you're left floundering for but a second before you regain yourself.

"Damn, and here I was thinking it was Giselle that wanted to hold my hand."

She raises a teasing eyebrow in your direction, the grip on your fingers tightening very slightly.

"Nuh-uh," she shakes your head, but the way the words slur only slightly lets you know that not too much alcohol was in her system... you think.

"No, you're right," you once again concede, making sure to lower your voice since it was only made for her to hear, "I prefer you holding my hand anyway."

She looks deep into your eyes upon your words, and you can see the quick spark of desire, the same one you had only a couple of hours prior.

Kiss her, go on.

But you hold steady, after all there will be a time and place when Karina will be able to freely call you hers, a day when the thumb caressing your skin won't be a secret under the table.

Until then, you'll make the most of the dances you share in the dark.

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i should be asleep, quick post angsty TF2 AU art

silly thing that has been marinating in my mind since my tf2 hyperfixation rose from the dead and gripped me by my throat. thank u emesis blue and lil pootis :3

basically, the idea is that this au takes place in a not so distant future, where the two merc teams have been merged into just being Team Fortress under the employment of Saxton Hale, (who just wants to see them beat the crap out of whatever weird, otherwordly beings always tend to pop up around them) and their new Administrator, Miss Pauline, (who is far nicer to work with and gets them, like, actual mercenary and espionage work.) following the death of the Mann brothers and the old Administrator.

(lore continued below + scout's injuries)

The two teams actually get on really well, (really really well if you're Blu Soldier and Red Demo, or Red Spy and Blu Engineer ;) ) and they end up dropping their defenses a little, because surely no one would be stupid enough to target an eighteen strong pack of near feral, borderline insane mercs, as well as their two incredibly fierce, very scary lady associates, Zhanna and Pauline, right?

Well, apparently not, because an old enemy of the Red Spy figures out that the man's son is working with him, and he has a personal grudge against both of them due to something that happened when Jeremey (Red Scout) was a baby. He rounds up a few ex-Conagher Industries employees who have just enough insider knowledge to help him steal and rebuild a functioning respawn machine. Once it's complete, he picks three Mercs to kidnap in order to test the machine, as well as figure out what exactly it is that allows the machine to work on them.

First, lets talk about the Red Scout, Jeremey. Spy's old enemy used to have a brother, until the fool accepted a job that involved him sneaking into a small home in Boston and taking out the son of one of the best spies currently active. Obviously, Spy took care of the issue, though this was the reason he actually ended up leaving. Revenge is only half the reason Scout gets picked, though, with the other being that he's incredibly immune to the effects of radiation on the human body, and actual seems to thrive off it, reaching speeds that really shouldn't be possible. His kidnappers really end up pushing this resistance, and end up leaving him with an incredibly nasty burn that was left too long for respawn to fix.

Next up is the Red Medic, Ludwig. Medic ends up getting nabbed purely because they need someone with the medical knowledge and technology to keep Scout and Soldier alive while they get taken apart in an attempt to figure out exactly how respawn works. He's only allowed to heal them if their kidnappers deem it necessary, or if he gives them the information they try and beat out of him about how he and Engineer managed to have the technology they do. Weeks spent either in isolation or listening to/seeing the people he's grown close to get tortured or killed for other's amusement makes it so that, when they finally get free, he's gone almost feral, and isn't afraid to take a chunk out of anyone who gets too close to him, Scout, or Soldier, be they friend or foe.

Last, but certainly not least, is Blu Soldier, John. Now, unlike Scout and Medic, Soldier wasn't actually supposed to be kidnapped. It was actually supposed to be one of the Engineers, but his kidnapper only received the instructions to grab the "loud, helmet-wearing American with the metal weapon" so. y'know. 😬

Trying again isn't really an option, though, so poor Solly gets to be a science experiment and a human punching bag/ gun practice target. Lucky him! He is also who they test the limits of respawn on, which results in him loosing his sight by the time help arrives.

also mini headcannon that Red Scout has his dad's black hair, he just dyes it. By the time he gets out, he really looks just like a younger Spy.

id like to do a fic for this au one day. and also maybe pick a name for it

[petalsprompts]

𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒, 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖, 𝐒𝐊𝐘, 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓, 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐘, 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃; 𝚂𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙷 𝙹. 𝙼𝙰𝙰𝚂 𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂.

change  pronouns,  tenses  and  other  details  as  deemed  necessary. &  please  specify  muse  when  sending  to  a  mumu.

“Libraries  were  full  of  ideas—perhaps  the  most  dangerous  and  powerful  of  all  weapons.”

“I've  never  stopped  wanting  it-  wanting  you.  I  thought  it  was  obvious.”

“Hi.  You're  gorgeous.  I  hate  you.”

“Fire-breathing  bitch-queen.”

“Let’s  make  this  a  fight  worthy  of  a  song.”

“Let’s  go  rattle  the  stars.”

“There  it  is.  That  temper  you  try  to  hide.”

“Fate  took  too  many  forms  to  capture  in  one  figure.”

“The  quickest  way  to  a  man's  heart  is  through  the  fourth  and  fifth  ribs.”

“You  see  everything  I  am,  and  you  don't  run  away  from  it.”

“People  believe  anything  when  presented  correctly.”

“If  I  recall  correctly,  you  complain  about  every  time  I  wipe  the  floor  with  you  when  we  spar.”

“I  can't  fucking  handle  myself.  Not  if  you  might  be  in  danger.”

“In  a  world  full  of  enemies,  you're  my  only  friend.”

“What  we  think  to  be  our  greatest  weakness  can  sometimes  be  our  biggest  strength.”

“We  each  survive  in  our  own  way.”

“Let  someone  in,  give  them  the  power  to  hurt  you,  and  they'd  do  exactly  that  in  the  end.”

“Slay  a  few  enemies,  gain  twice  as  many  in  return.”

“Approachable  asshole,  reporting  for  duty.”

“You  remind  me  that  I'm  alive.  You  remind  me  that  goodness  can  exist  in  the  world.”

“Don't  be  angry,  be  smart.”

“I  would  rather  die  like  her  than  watch  innocents  die  while  I'm  sitting  in  here.”

“Death  has  no  friends.”

“Whatever  you  need  to  throw  at  me,  I  can  take  it.”

“But  wherever  you're  headed  when  this  life  is  over,  that's  where  I  want  to  be,  too.”

“I  can  smell  war  on  the  wind.  I  do  not  plan  to  lose  this  time.”

“I've  never  taken  a  woman  on  a  beach.”

“Kindness  can  thrive  even  amongst  cruelty.”

“I've  got  you.  Sweetheart,  I've  got  you.”

“My  mate.  Death  incarnate.  Night  triumphant.”

“I  would  have  waited  five  hundred  more  years  for  you.  A  thousand  years.  And  if  this  was  all  the  time  we  were  allowed  to  have...  The  wait  was  worth  it.”

“Sometimes,  the  wicked  will  tell  us  things  just  to  confuse  us–to  haunt  our  thoughts  long  after  we've  faced  them.”

“We  need  hope,  or  else  we  cannot  endure.”

“We'd  better  eat  before  we  raise  hell.”

“You  know  what  fascinates  me  about  you?  You're  like  a  hungry  person  sitting  in  front  of  a  banquet,  refusing  to  eat.”

“To  destroy  monsters,  we  become  monsters.  Isn't  that  what  they  say?”

“Did  you  just  call  me  a  fucking  coward?”

“Anywhere  you  or  I  go,  we  go  together  from  now  on.  Got  it?”

“My  darkness  sang  his  own  lullaby.”

“See?  We're  the  same  after  all.”

[filmtv2022]

To The Bitter End:

The Meeting of a Lifetime (Extra Scene)

Series Masterlist (It is 18+ as a whole... even though this part isn't)

Synopsis: This scene occurs right before Doc and Y/N share a quiet moment on the porch after meeting for the first time. Doc, Wyatt, and Y/N share drink and laughter together, and for the first time in a long time, John and Y/N feel alive.

Warnings: Language + drinking + smoking + spoilers? (It connects right into the rest of the story, but I think anyone could probably read this and be okay)

A/N: Well, it's been nearly two years since I posted To The Bitter End, and I haven't stopped thinking about it. I went back and read it again, and I have to say, I'm so unbelievably proud of that story. With that being said, recently a few ideas for extra scenes popped into my head for this story, and I thought... why not write them for others to enjoy (hopefully). As always, I apologize for any errors! Also, I'll put the stupid page break in once Tumblr gets it shit together! :)

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Passing the bottle of whiskey across the table to Wyatt you could feel the impending lull in conversation. Maybe it was the alcohol loosening your tongue or perhaps it was the mesmerizing smirk that played across your guest’s face, but you just couldn’t help yourself, “So, John, you said you’re a doctor. Of what exactly?” 

Wyatt tucked in his drink, falling silent as his focus darted between you and John. Not yet worried, but also unwilling to relax. He’d seen you take a conversation a step to far one too many times to be comfortable. 

“Dentistry,” John sipped at his drink, hearing your murmured hum of incredulity he continued on, “I sense skepticism. Care to enlighten me as to why?” 

“How perceptive,” Clearing your throat, you tossed back the rest of your whiskey, “It's just that you don’t strike me as a man who’s willing to settle down. Which I assume would be necessary to have a thriving practice. I truly have a hard time picturing you like that… a white coat covering your fine suit and tie, no gun in your holster, and only patient after patient to occupy your mind. It doesn’t add up. You’re an intellectual, I’ll give ya that. A businessman, sure. But one to call any place home longer than absolutely necessary… never. You, John Holliday, are a wanderer. I can see it in your eyes."

Doc remained quiet as you reached for the bottle, and poured yourself another. There was something in his gaze as it remained fixed to yours. A dark haze belied his base nature, but for John, it was the distinct feeling of you peeling back the layers of his cultured facade as easily as breathing that terrified and intrigued him the most. Trapped in your aura, he finished his own drink, letting the glass thud on the thick wooden table before inhaling deeply from his cigar, “And you darlin’… are as dangerous as they come.” 

“Perhaps,” you chewed the inside of your lip, tugging your features into a sly smile, “And yet, what does man, such as yourself, have to fear of little ol’ me?” 

“Everything,” John’s tone was serious and steady, and yet nothing in his response could hide the way you drew him in. 

You clung to his every move, tracking the minute changes in his countenance. The pull of his lips, the bob of his throat… the hitch of his lungs. It felt as though there were no secrets between you at this moment, and it thrilled you.

“Smart answer, Mr. Holliday,” the uncomfortable grit of Wyatt’s cough broke the trance, “Now where were we? Ah, that's right we were discussing my brother's propensity to find himself embroiled in less than lawful activities from which he cannot extricate himself without help despite being a legendary lawman. That's precisely what we were talking about, care to elaborate Wyatt?”

“You're a downright menace, you know that?” Wyatt's huffed chuckle assured you that no offense had actually been taken.

“Yes, I’m well aware. And who do we have to blame for that?” you brought your glass up and took a deep swig of the amber liquid, “Because truthfully, I’m not sure what you expect of me after bein’ cooped up in this hell hole of a tinder box all day while you go off galavanting as some goddamn hero of the wild west. But again, I am glad you aren’t dead. I don’t know what the hell I’d do without ya. Quite honestly, I’m afraid I’d be joining you six feet under when Virg and Morgan got a hold of me ‘cause somehow I’d be blamed for your death.”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N you can't say shit like that.”

“I can… and I will,” smirking at Wyatt you couldn’t help, but swell with pride at the sound of John’s laughter. Joining in the levity, your tone was light and airy as you spoke, “Now if you don’t mind. I’m going to get some air.” 

Despite opening the open windows, the room had grown stuffy with heat from the fire & smoke from the men’s cigars.

Needing a small break for fresh air you excused yourself to the front porch. Wyatt took advantage of the moment to go seek out yet another bottle of whiskey as you all had worked your way through the first. 

The air had cooled substantially from this afternoon and sent goosebumps running over your skin. But you didn’t care, the clean, crisp scent of the air was exactly what you needed to clear your head. There on the porch, staring out into the vast nothingness ahead of you, the palpable tension you felt in your body began to dim. Losing a loved one was something that scared you through and through, and realizing how close you’d come to that today put your nerves on high. The creak of the door opening had you turning your head back to see who had joined you. You were pleasantly surprised to see John making his way towards you. Laying your palms on the wooden railing in front of you, you closed your eyes & and let your head fall back a little as you inhaled deeply. The scent of the night air mixed with another, one that over time you’d realize was distinctly John. It was a perfect mix of whiskey, smoke & sweat. It filled your lungs sweetly bringing with it a feeling of peace. 

You could feel him stop behind you, only a few inches separated the two of you. The pair of you stood there for a moment in silence. Your eyes were still closed allowing your body to relax. John on the other hand was fixated on you. His eyes mapped your face, trying to commit every beautiful feature to memory. His gaze landed finally on your lips, and the longer John stared the more difficult it became for him to refrain from leaning down to kiss you. A small gust of wind blew over the porch causing you to shiver slightly. Without thinking John removed his jacket & placed it over your shoulders before rubbing his hands along your upper arms in an attempt to warm you. Sighing with contentment, you leaned your body back until you met his frame. The skirt of your light yellow dress blew in the wind wrapping itself around John.

Opening your eyes you turned your head to look up at John.

“Thank you. Thank you for keeping him safe.”

“Anything for you darlin’ ” 

It was here on this night that the invisible string that would tie you two together had started to form.

[dreamyzhou]

31st Alternate Universe by Elinor

To: @sanaxo-o who accompanied me since I opened this account, @from-izzy who sees the worth in me, and finally @quaissants who i can talk to almost about anything and the rest of @deoboyznet who I just realized helped me find joy in writing again. Seeing you all thrive makes me want to soar along with you.

"31st Alternate Universe" is an upcoming non-idol AU series filled with fluff and angsts for the members of TBZ. Below are the fic ideas for each member. Let me know in my ask box of you want a tag for one of them!

Lee Sangyeon: It was another day in the year of 2085. When your barista coworker crush Sangyeon was framed to diffuse a deadly gas in the train you took to go home, nobody was alive as the train stopped at Station 11. Yet, surveillance camera showed a girl and Sangyeon leaving the train.

Bae Jacob: A comet was approaching. People were panicking here and there, performing their own chaos. So did Jacob by trying to find a safe bunker or anywhere to survive with you. Jacob found the train to the last bunker 15 minutes prior to the predicted time of impact… but it only lets 1 more person to go in.

Lee Hyunjae: When Eric said he will sit in Chair 16 in Chemistry, he knew you were about to come early to pull it before he gets to sit. And when you did, you realized it was a set up. "Lemme guess, you're trying to get onto my pants, so some friend set you up to pull my chair?" It's the way, you said "not exactly" with a tomato face that made him think you could be different.

Kim Younghoon: You didn't like small dogs, but when a poodle with a tagged collar named Bori slept in front of your gate cold and lost, you took her in and let her sleep with you. After missing posters were spread around the neighborhood, you thought the poodle was ready to go home. Not until she barked to her own owner, Younghoon, and bit him. He then suggested to visit Bori everyday to your house until Bori goes home, but now that she did, why did Younghoon felt like he was more at home with you than Bori was?

Lee Juyeon: You and Juyeon had to make a couple dance project. In your head, you asked the leader of your crew to set him up with you. In his head, the moment you choreographed suggestive moves, confirmed your feelings for him since he usually could tell when a girl had a crush on him. However, something about the way you tried to earn his trust and love was different. None of the girls who liked him even knew he loved dancing. It scared him a little… but excited him enough that he stayed to know more.

Moon Kevin: Kevin loved being an artist. What he hates is not being able to be one for a living. One day, you came up to him in front of an ice cream truck. You told him you know his works and you recognize the meaning. On the other hand, Kevin was too stunned to remember to ask for your phone number. As soon as her got a chance to exhibit his art, he submitted his artworks so that only you can get the hints.

Ji Changmin: Sci-Fi AU where humans are no longer the dominant species anymore. As clans of humans hide in futuristic domes that disguises as gigantic rocks, humans who reached adult age have to prove their worth by searching for food.  You were just doing so by trying to find spices and animals. What you didn't know is you took another clan's food by mistake. . and the only one from that clan who would help you escape was a guy named Changmin.

Choi Chanhee: Both of your parents are enemies. Your mother is a scientist who ditched her family for a theory, his mother is a mathemathician who is distant with her own family for her math theory to prove your mom's invalid. As you go to the same school, both of you gain each of your mother's loves in exchange that you both fight in an uneccesary academic battle. One day, you both realize that you didn't want any of this, and the only way to heal your wounds is to love each other.

Ju Haknyeon: Haknyeon and you were childhood friends, but Haknyeon befriended people who peer-pressured him into not treating girls right, and sadly it included you. One day, you cried at the way he treated you, but Haknyeon didn't know why hurting you hurt him more than it should.

Kim Sunwoo: You didn't know the spinning vision you see every day is a symptom of a life-threatening disease. So when there was a mail from the hospital to your house, Sunwoo opened it first and put it in the trash. That's how 15 minutes later, he got down on one knee.

Sohn Eric: Eric was frustrated when he felt like he wasn't talented enough to make you, his crush, impressed. But what he didn't know is that you listen to a soundcloud account with @/youngjae_sohn as their username.

All will be released before July (Not a promise, just in case I can't keep it)

Toodles,

Ellie

[yanderes-galore]

oh sorry about that is it OK if I request the yandere Tarhos Prompts with gn reader then?

Yeah, I'll try! I always saw The Knight as silent but I'll see what I can do :) My prompts were used for this! The prompts may make him OOC due to his lore but I'll try! Sorry it's a bit short, I struggled with his character a bit.

AU prior to the fog where you are a lord/lady who hired Tarhos as a protector. I don't rememeber if the original request had a plot sent so I apologize in advance :(

Yandere! Tarhos Kovács Prompts 7 + 12

"All this blood? It's all for you! Everything I do is all for you!"

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Mentions of slavery, OOC Knight compared to his lore probably, Murder, Vague on romantic or platonic, Violence.

Tarhos only ever knew bloodshed. That was how the world worked in his eyes. The world ran on blood and violence, peace was never an option considered to him.

He's a mercenary whose loyalty only ever goes to the highest bidder. That and his pack of mercenaries... an honor among thieves relationship. Other than that, he's a killer to the core.

Tarhos ran on bloodshed, the blood on his blade a sign of victory. He felt no other emotions other than kill, kill, kill. Even when hired by you his goal mostly remained the same.

Kill for wealth, take what you can.

The idea of 'kindness and care for those not close to you' baffled Tarhos. Which is why the knight finds it strange that you act so kind to him. It's not just out of respect, either.

Tarhos ignores it. Although, your care for him makes him remember his best mates. He does care deeply for the assassin, the butcher, and the jailer... but he knows them.

He doesn't know you.

So why do you care so much about a mere mercenary?

Don't you know he could easily turn on you and take your wealth?

A job is a job, he thinks, so he adapts. Your strange behavior towards him originally doesn't affect his thirst for blood. Then it started to grow on him the more he met with you for pay.

At some point he let it slip that he had buddies who were also sold into slavery. You heard somehow and confronted him. The knight felt threatened... but you calm him.

"You want them free, don't you?" You ask.

Tarhos tries to decipher your words. What were you planning?

"Paying for their freedom isn't easy, let alone finding them... but I'll see what I can do if you wish."

He doesn't trust this. No person is this damn caring. Especially to someone who tortures and murders for pay. But you were wealthy and he needs the money.

He's silent yet you slowly nod.

"It's an offer, my knight. I'll see if I have connections."

For some reason, the title you gave him made him pause when you walked away. 'My Knight'... your knight... it had a pleasant ring. As he watches you walk away... he thinks you're better than previous employers.

In fact your kindness only made working for you sweeter...

Even if it was naive to tend to his plights.

---

Your distaste for seeing the knight's violence is laughable. You expected murder, torture, and violence... but loathe seeing it. For the most part, Tarhos was fine with shielding you from seeing it.

Tarhos had takena liking to his job of protecting your life. Deep down he hopes you'll hire his friends... even if it may never happen. Either way, he was fine with obtaining your pay and hearing your chatter.

Killing to protect was a job he had often. With you he felt strangely at home compared to other lords and ladies. Close to paradise, even.

Killing in your name was a delightful feeling. Killing in general was something he thrived on... but when it was ordered by you? He's never felt more alive.

Issues never usually arose. You appreciated his help, paid him, wished him luck, and accepted his job. You respected each other.

It was only when he overstepped that things became strained.

You had fought with a fellow noble at one point. A fight your knight saw. Seeing you so intense made his the grip on his sword tighten. When you walked off and ordered Tarhos to follow, Tarhos gave a long look at the noble and their knights before following.

He's supposed to protect you right? Surely you won't mind his need for bloodshed then....

When you were busy with some other meeting, Tarhos knew what to do. He had a goal. He would not rest until said goal is complete.

---

Tarhos only realizes he's sloppy when he hears your shriek. His sword was plunged through the chest of many around him, corpses littering the area around him. His armor is painted in crimson... evidence of his victory.

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

He sounds surprised, nervous, but didn't really mean it. He knew exactly what he did. He killed a pest, many pests, rats that decided they liked to bite you. Their blood coats his hands and it's all done in your name. He only regrets you catching him in his unneeded violence.

"Tarhos... they didn't deserve to die- There's so much blood...." You mutter, the six foot six knight turning to tower over you. They did need to die. He's your knight, he kills to protect.

Now you stare at him in horror...

He likes it.

"All this blood? It's all for you! Everything I do is all for you!" The knight pledges, bowing towards you, his noble. Why are you surprised? Was he meant to sit back and allow that rat to get away with arguing with you? No... he'd never.

He slaughtered those rats to aid you.

"You're meant to kill threats!"

"That noble rat fought with you, my liege."

"It was an argument, Tarhos-"

"I am your knight. I put a stop to a threat. Is that not why I was hired?"

"I'm not hurt! I was never hurt!"

"Thanks to me."

The knight strolls forward, standing in front of you. You stare fearfully at his bloodied armor. You hate that you can't see his eyes.

"I am yours until I find and obtain my gang..." The helmet echoes, seemingly looking at you. The knight kneels before taking your smaller hand in his. "Until then... you are also mine, my liege."

"No. I refuse to be near you any longer- Release me, fiend! I did not agree to noble murder unless my life is threatened!"

"How pitiful, my noble is having a fit."

You're quickly picked up in strong metal arms. You fight, an action he can only describe as weak.

The knight slings you over his shoulder, he's mindful of what side has spikes on his armor. You kick and scream. You try escape... admirable but sad.

You'd never live in this world... a world of blood and violence. That's why, he determined, you need him. He'll defend you with chivalry between knight and noble.

You'll hate him now...

But the bloodshed he causes for you is meant for your defense and his pleasure... you'll be thankful later.

[eeevildirector]

ive only seen like a couple other people even touch the idea ao im not sure if im really cooking or just left the gas on the stove and slowly suffocating to death but like. i cant be the only one who thinks it would be funny. surely. theyre set up perfectly to contrast each other. imagine you're tord, post the end, standard corny red leader fanon like oghh fuck i was dedicating my whole life to this epic robocommunism dictatorship thing and i totally boned it. somehow you end up with this freak old man because evil laboratory rent has been going crazy lately and they need someone to split the bill with. and like okay who else is going to take in the guy whose face is on a million wanted posters plastered all over the city, blowing in the wind gracefully like autumn leaves, if they had some loser's face printed on them. this is your best bet to get out of this alive. and you get to know this fucking guy and it begins to drive you completely insane how he's just like you in all the worst ways. this guy's a fucking idiot, but he's thriving because he's not trying to be anything more. he doesn't even really give a shit, he's just doing this for kicks. you were like that once. where did it all go wrong. jesus fucking christ.

and then you imagine this from the other direction and bings just like wowwww this guy is really good at evil robots... i loveee evil robots we should be bestiesssss i heard you have a massive bounty on your head thats so cool im jealous haha i wish i was wanted dead or alive. can i disassemble your cybernetic arm i won't break anything i promise i just wanna see how it works

[adudelolwriting]

They have a few days of travel.

Normally, this isn't a bad thing. He normally enjoys the travel — thrives during it, really — but this time there was a nagging something on his mind. Something that the waves can't calm, nor the rocking of the ship, or talking to Jay and Gillion about it.

Chip had died.

Chip is dead.

It was something he can't ignore anymore. Jumping from one thing to another to the next, it was keeping his mind off of it so he didn't have to think about it. But this was open sea, with waves just a little too rough, with creatures they had to make sure they didn't run into.

It was just the open sea, with nothing else to distract his mind from the fact.

(Well, that wasn't true. He trained with Gillion for hours, ignoring the guilty look on the others face when he hit Chip just a tad too hard. He stuck near Jay when she was talking to Ensa, or Alphonze, working on the ship or repairing her guns. Jay even showed him how to "properly" sharpen his own swords, one day. Chip avoided Drey, and Finn, staying top deck — somehow, the idea of telling them that Chip failed, hurt.)

So, now with all options exhausted, Chip had to come to terms with it. He didn't want to, no, but once your lungs aren't breathing, and your heart is missing, it's hard to not notice it beating.

Chip shook his head. Drey and Finn — they should know. Everyone on the crew should know. (Know that there's a monster on board. Chip shook his head, ignoring those thoughts.) So, Chip adjusted his headband, making sure the magic is still working, and headed into where Drey is.

Thank God, the room is empty besides the old man. "Hey, Chip," Drey greeted him, nodding his head from his chair. "What's wrong, champ?"

"Nothing's wrong," Chip said instinctively, before internally wincing at himself. He sighs, shaking his head. "Er, well, that's not exactly right. Uh, first I wanted to, um, apologize. For avoiding you."

Drey barks out a laugh, "kid, that's fine. Something's on your mind since you all got back from that island, it's not that hard to tell. You needed time to process whatever happened."

"About that," Chip runs the back of his neck, thinking about his words. "Something… something back happened, Drey. Something real bad happened." He sits up, now, eyes intently locked onto the younger man. 

(Ha, 'man'. No, he was just a boy who died at nineteen.)

"I'm… I died, back there. We got in a real bad fight, and this lady — she took the heart out of my chest. It's still back there, in her stomach somehow, but I died. I'm… I'm undead. Gillion can't even look me in the eyes anymore." Chip reached up, and pulled off his bandana — the magic lifting as he felt the chill of the air on his dead, greying, peeling skin and the skeleton of his hand holding the bandana. After a moment, Chip put it back on, the magical disguise making him look normal again. 

Drey sat, silent for a moment. The boy shifted where he stood, mind racing. Finally, Drey stood up and walked over to Chip, leaning a shoulder onto his as a hug. "All that matters is that you're still here. I'll still love you all the same, Chip. You're my captain, now, and I know you'll be doing great things. This… this doesn't change how I see you, Chip. You're still that little boy that I call my nephew, okay?"

If Chip was alive, he definitely would not be tearing up. He felt his emotional heart tighten up, eyes stinging for no reason. His arms wrapped around Drey's, clinging onto the man like his life depended on it.

(Chip was ten years old, and he was stung by a bee. Arlin was somewhere in town, and Drey was the only one nearby that Chip knew. Drey helped get the stinger out, and then Chip held on to him as he cried.)

Chip sniffled, pulling away from Drey, feeling embarrassed. "I… Thank you, Drey. That means a lot, uh, a lot to me. What you said."

"It's alright." Drey pauses, thinking over his words. "Arlin's going to be so proud of you, when we find him. You've gone through so much just that I've seen — let alone the years you were alone after the Black Rose sank." 

"I…" Right as Chip was about to say something, anything, Earl walked into the room they were in. Chip jumped slightly at the door swinging open, before seeing the halfling walk into the room. He glanced at Chip, and then Drey, before just working on making some new juice — it looked like Gillion had somehow gotten Earl some more fruits. "I'll leave you be, Drey. It's— It's been nice talking to you. Thank you."

"Anything for you, Chip," Drey says with a smile. "I would refrain from, y'know, letting Finn know, right now. He's not looking too hot at the moment. Might want to check up on him, sometime." Chip nods, giving a small nod to Drey. Earl huffs something right as Chip walks out of the room, but he doesn't hear it as he walks out. 

He walks up near Jay, before just flopping down next to her, against the edge of the ship. "Sup?" She asks, looking at Chip's jello'd form. "Did you tell..?"

"Yeah," Chip sighs, "yeah. It, uh… he's chill with it."

Jay laughs, rolling her eyes. "Of course he'd be 'chill' with it." Jay puts down whatever little device she was making. "How are you doing, though? You okay?"

"As okay as I can be, I think, considering.." He gestures to himself. "Everything. I.. I haven't been trying to think about it."

"No?" Jay asks, cocking her head as she looks at him. "I feel like you've made plenty of jokes about it, on the way back to the ship."

"I mean, well, yeah. I've been — I'm coping, Jay. But I haven't actually — I haven't sat down and talked about it. It still doesn't even feel real." He brings his knees up to his chest, resting his head on his arms. "But anyways, enough about me. What are you up to?"

Jay doesn't respond for a moment, looking Chip in the eye before sighing. "It's a device Ensa sent me some blueprints off. It's supposed to help the conch shell hold signals and stuff, even oceans away." She picked up the gizmo, along with the conch shell, and held the two items together. "See? It sort of sits on the rim, here."

"That's cool," Chip says, looking at it. "Have you guys been having issues talking when we entered the Black Sea?"

Jay nods, humming, before picking up a screwdriver as she works. "Yeah. It doesn't sound great, honestly. It breaks up pretty bad — kinda like when there's a super bad storm, even if it's as 'clear' as this place gets."

"Huh. I didn't know it was having issues. Anything I can do to help?"

Jay shrugs, looking it over. "Not… really? Sorry, Chip, but it's pretty much done, anyways." Jay pauses, glancing at Chip. "If you want, you could, uh, get Gillion? I think he's down with Finn, at the moment. I'm just doing the final touches, right now, so I can show you guys how to use it once you're both here."

"Yeah! Yeah, okay, I can do that. Be right back, Jay!" Chip gives her a salute after he stood up, before heading down into the lower parts of the ship.

[magicicephoenix]

Hoax - The Ink Demonth 2024 (Day 3)

In which a particularly heavy rumor takes the studio by storm. And they take… interesting measures in the face of it.

ao3 link

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went for more of an "audio only" type style here, mostly for my own sanity ^^' and yet this still ended up rather long for a day-long prompt… oh well. had a blast writing it, at least!

btw this takes place in my The Silent Demon AU, which is essentially just: everyone is happy, the studio is thriving, and Bendy is alive! he's also mute and deaf.

enjoy!

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"Another special? So soon? Honestly, Joey, it's like you want everyone to quit."

The sound of papers being shuffled. "C'mon Henry, it'll be great for business! I mean, it's not my fault that Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years all go in a row!"

"But it is your fault that Bendy, Boris, and Alice are celebrating all four." An amused huff. "Couldn't we just do a short for New Years or something?"

"But the vision! The prestige!"

"Now you're just saying words."

An offended scoff. "I'm just saying, this'll be good for the studio! A step up against the competitors!"

"And the best way to do that is to work everyone to the bone?"

"You know I'd never let it get to that point."

An acknowledging hum. "Alright, fine, whatever, you're the boss. But you better not get any ideas about Valentine's Day."

"Ah! Now that you mention it—"

"I'm gonna stop you right there. I'm leaving."

"Wait, but- Henry! You haven't even heard what I was going to say!"

"Nope. I'm not hearing another one of your far-too-complicated ideas today. I'm making like Wally and getting outta here. For real this time!" The sound of decisive shoes on wood, a door opening.

A pause—skittering of hidden footsteps rushing away, staying unnoticed—and then… the laughter of two good friends joking around.

The shuffling and bustling of employees on break.

"Did you hear? We're starting another special."

The crinkle of a lunch bag opening. "Geez, again? What's this one about?"

"New Years."

"And we need a whole special about that?!"

"Jesus."

"Mr. Stein reacted the same, I heard."

The thump of a cup being put down. "Really?"

"Yeah. Told Joey something about quitting if stuff like this kept happening."

Stirring of a spoon in a bowl. A laugh. "Mr. Stein would never quit."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Are you kidding? He'd never leave the studio. Not to mention Bendy."

A chuckle. "Ah, you're right."

"Then why'd he say he was leaving?"

A spit take. "What?!"

"Who told you that?"

"Overheard. He said he was leaving, for real."

"No way."

"Yes way. That's exactly what he said!"

"That can't be true."

"He'd never actually leave!"

"You've seen how exhausted he's been recently! What if this was too much for him?"

"…he has been here longer than anyone else."

"And Mrs. Stein would be happy that he'd stopped working late."

"Where do you think he'd go, though?"

"Doesn't matter where he'd be going, what matters is that he might be leaving!"

"The department wouldn't be the same."

"Yeah, it'd be so empty!"

"We'd have to get another department head!"

"Augh, it'd be so weird reporting to anyone other than Mr. Stein…"

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"But… it's only a maybe, right?

"I mean, I guess. But what if it's true?"

"I can't imagine what would happen if he left for good…"

"Then let's just hope he won't."

"Yeah, fair enough."

A door slamming open. "Henry might be leaving."

The crash of a chair falling down. "He's what?"

"Wait, what-"

"Heard it through the grapevine."

"Susie, you can't just believe every hint of gossip that comes your way…"

"No, no, she's right."

Another chair hitting the floor. "She is?!"

"What, you're tellin' me that you haven't felt the stress from the recent specials? Imagine how brutal it must be in Animation!"

"Ugh, even thinking about all that drawing makes my hand cramp up…"

"He's been working late more often, too. What if he's reached a breaking point?"

"Henry doesn't have a breaking point. He's crazy when it comes to work."

"Everyone has a breaking point."

"Well, of course you do, you break just about every day, you perfectionist."

A scoff. "I am not a perfectionist."

"Oh, yes, when you scream at the band every day, that's not due to any undiscovered need for only the best take possible."

"I do not scream, I instruct, and it's only because all the fools on the instruments don't understand the basic principles of—"

"All I'm hearin' is that you have unreasonable standards."

"Well, Joey hired me for a reason—"

"Ladies, ladies!" The rush of banter dies down. "Calm yourselves. We have a problem on our hands, and we're going to address it."

"So what do we do about it then, Susie? Beg him not to leave?"

"Well, hold on. If he's already decided, there's not much that can change his mind. He's stubborn as a mule."

"Linda could!"

"If he's leaving then Linda knows and approves."

"…right."

"But he hasn't decided! It's only that he might leave."

"So we have a chance to stop him."

"Exactly."

"So what's the plan?"

"Maybe we guilt trip him."

"Norman!"

"I'm just sayin'."

"Well, actually, he might have a point."

"What? Guys—"

"How would we, though? If he's really thinking of this seriously, he must've already considered all the factors."

"True… so what else can we do?"

"What if we can't do anything?"

A somber silence.

"Well, then… we plan long term. Just in case he leaves. A safety net."

"I guess that's… reasonable. But I still think we should—"

"Who would be the next head of Animation, do you think?"

"Eugh, tough break. No one's as good as Henry."

"But someone'll have to step up!"

"What about Bill? He's been around for a while."

"Really? I don't think he's management material."

"Maybe Phil, then."

"Oh, that's not a bad thought. He can handle stuff in a pinch, for sure."

"Yeah, he helped time the frames for the latest song, you remember? When Henry was busy fixing the misplaced lighting debacle."

"Don't you dare speak a word about that, I swear to God, animators in here every second of the week—"

"Wait, hold on, everyone shut up." Everyone does. "We're thinking too complicated. Quick answer, what's going to happen if Henry decides to leave?"

"Um, Animation will lose a capable artist?"

"Joey Drew will summon more demons."

"Sammy'll blow a fuse."

"I will not— "

The sound of someone stomping their foot. "Ugh, honestly! You men are so dense. Do I really need to spell it out for you?"

"Maybe for some of us."

"Hey!"

"I didn't say it was you. What, you outin' yourself?"

"I- You annoying—"

"Bendy, you guys, Bendy! What'll happen to him?"

"What'll… happen?"

"Yes! If he can't be by Henry's side all the time, where will he go? What will he do?"

"Who will he choose instead, you mean."

"Well- I mean yes, obviously."

"Won't he just go with Joey?"

"Maybe if you think simple. Don't you realize? This is our chance!"

"What are you talking about? He already spends plenty enough time here."

"Playing piano with you, maybe, but the rest of us are woefully starved of Bendy time!"

"Bendy time?"

"You know what I mean!"

"Um, I honestly don't think this what-if warrants this level of—"

"So you're sayin' there's a chance of him pickin' someone else?"

"I think it's in the realm of possibility."

"Then we'll have to figure out who."

"And how will we do that?"

"I'm sure I could think up a few contests… see who he picks…"

"We'd have to go get him first."

"Well then, let's do that."

"Guys, seriously! Can't we just… I don't know, talk to Henry before jumping through these crazy hoops?"

A pause.

"Stick to lyrics, Jack."

"Yeah, Jack."

"Alright, let's do this, team!"

Amid the clambering of shoes leaving the room, there's a long suffering sigh. "I'll be in my office, I guess…"

"Did you hear? Henry might be leaving."

"Really? Always thought he'd stick around 'til the business sank."

"So did I!"

"So, see, the Music Department's been running around addressing things. Possible concerns."

"You'd think Joey would be the one doing that."

"Nah, haven't seen him all day, actually. And I have a script waiting for review…"

"Anyway, they've been gathering everyone in the band room."

"Everyone? What, they're doing a concert?"

"Bendy's in there. Norman says he's 'up for grabs.'"

"…what?"

"Bendy's super attached to Henry, right? So they're trying to figure out where he'll stay if Henry decides to leave."

"Isn't Joey the obvious choice? I mean, he is the guy who created him."

"I guess… but maybe he'll choose someone else."

"I don't think 'up for grabs' is the best way to put that…"

"Don't blame me, Norman's the one who said it!"

A pause.

"I mean, we're going, right?"

"Oh, of course."

The sound of a door easing open. "Hey, Mr. Drew?"

"Ah, Buddy, yes, hello! Come in, come in! What's on your mind?"

"Um… you're wanted in the band room."

"Oh, alright." The scratching of a chair being pushed back. Footsteps on wood. A door closing. "What am I needed for? Did Sammy finish that theme I asked him for?"

"Um… no, sir. It's for a contest."

"Pardon?"

"A contest. Everyone's there in the band room waiting for you. All the animators and writers, too."

"I… why are they there?"

"That's where Bendy is. And people are hoping he'll pick someone new to follow around."

"And they're hoping this because…?"

"Because Mr. Stein might be leaving."

One pair of footsteps stop. "…what?"

"Mr. Stein might be leaving."

"I… Henry isn't leaving."

"He isn't?"

"Of course not. Whatever in the world gave everyone that idea?"

"Um… it's what everyone's been saying, sir."

"I told you, Buddy, you don't need to call me sir."

"R-right."

"Anyway… do you know where they heard this?"

"Someone said they overheard him talking about quitting. And he's been working late a lot, so maybe he's tired."

"That… doesn't sound like Henry. I-I mean, I know things have been stressful, but not that much. Right?"

A noncommittal hum. "That's just what I've heard."

"Huh…"

An anxious silence.

"W-well, they still want you in the band room for comparison."

"I… comparison?"

"To see who Bendy likes more."

"Ah… I-I see… so they think this is really happening?"

"I guess so."

An unnerved clearing of the throat. "Right… well then… I suppose… it only makes sense…"

"Are you alright, Mr. Drew?"

"J-just peachy, Buddy. C'mon, let's get going. There are many, many people waiting for us!"

"Hey, Henry?"

Silence.

"Henry."

"Oh, hey Abby. What is it?"

"You’re not leaving, are you?"

"Leave- do you need help with something? I can stay. I was just finishing up with—"

"No, I mean… leaving. The studio. Y'know… quitting."

"What? Of course not. What gave you that idea?"

"Everyone’s saying it. Joey, too."

"…Joey thinks so?"

The rustle of a nod.

A long sigh. The sound of a pencil being put down. "Oh, man… alright, where are they?"

"Band room. They’re doing a contest to see who Bendy will take to if you leave."

The sound of a chair scraping against wood. Another sigh, this one more fond. "Of course they are."

Everything goes silent when Henry Stein enters the room. Everyone freezes on the spot, stuck with their hands in the cookie jar. Well, the cookie jar that is an elaborate mashup of toys, instruments, and other objects in an attempt to get a certain cartoon demon's interest piqued.

Bendy is the first one to move, of course. He jumps down from the table he’s been placed onto and weaves through the crowd of people to get to Henry, to whom he raises his hands expectantly.

In a clean movement, Henry bends down and scoops Bendy securely into his arms. He surveys the room silently, taking in a range of emotions from surprised, to confused, to worried, to amused. Then he sighs, exasperated, like the weight of the entire studio is on his shoulders. "I’m not leaving," he announces, much too tired.

The room erupts in noise. Disbelief and accusations hit the air, with everything in between ringing out into the big space. Above it all heaves the loud, mirthful laugh of someone who knew this all along and played into the insanity, and the similarly loud but very different cry of someone who knew and dreaded this very result from the start. And, quieter, between the shouts and yells, there's the blessedly relieved exhale of a man too paranoid for his own good.

In the chaos, Henry looks down at Bendy. Bendy blinks back, completely out of the loop, and Henry chuckles.

"Don’t worry, bud," he says, even though he knows Bendy won’t hear it. "I’ll never leave you. No way in hell."

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thanks for reading! :)

after this Henry has a very long talk with the entirety of the studio about jumping to conclusions. and a separate, more stern talk with Joey about letting his doubts get the best of him. and then another talk with the entire studio about just talking to him if they hear rumors like this, jesus christ.

[crownmemes]

A Touch of Frost Sentences, Vol. 3

(Sentences from A Touch of Frost (1992-2010). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Once you've got the smell of what human beings do to each other in your nostrils, you'll never get rid of it."

"Do I sense the cold silence of disapproval?"

"This isn't just a job for me, so don't bring my career down with yours, you got it?"

"From what my mum told me, I think you're my dad."

"Well, they do say that not enough sex makes you irritable."

"You're here to cause me grief. I can tell."

"Does that mean I'm helping the police with their enquiries?"

"Have you nothing better to do than sit with your feet on the desk, slurping tea?"

"Lots of clients think they fall in love with their therapist. It comes with the territory."

"You're cutting corners! You're threatening witnesses, and you're going to get yourself into trouble!"

"I get a bit sick of you using your mouth as a cattle prod."

"You're untidy! You've always been untidy!"

"They do tests. Psychological, medical. They look inside your head, and they insert a tracking device inside your brain sometimes. You wouldn't like that."

"I would have liked to have seen what someone looked like dead."

"Oh, morality and conscience tugging at you yet again? What a blessing I was brought into the world with no such burdens to bear."

"I don't know how you usually interact with your colleagues, but I'm afraid I don't have time for bantering or inappropriate remarks like that."

"It's the little vices that cause us the most pain."

"You're breaking every rule of etiquette! What you've done is appalling!"

"Your attention span might be very short, but I need it all right now."

"You danced like a wildebeest!"

"History proves that not all doctors are angels of mercy."

"If you're a risk factor, I'll pull you off the case!"

"Whoever did this, I'll get them. I promise you."

"You spend your whole life being decent - being gentle - but it's not what they want."

"This is still a murder inquiry. You should treat it seriously."

"Peace isn't an option for any of us. Not on this side of the grave."

"You don't belong here. You never belonged here."

"I didn't spot it. I made a mistake."

"Coppers lose sleep because they care."

"Unfortunately, satanic ritual is alive and thriving. The trick is knowing how to recognise its patterns."

"Things change. New ideas, new directions. We can't afford to keep still, any of us."

"You think I don't know what's going on? You better think again."

"A cat! Don't you understand? It's the classic satanic offering! It's what they do - it's what they've always done!"

"Don't interfere. It's not of your business."

"Coincidences make me uncomfortable."

"I don't know if you think that lying is the best way to deal with this, or you're too stupid to realise that you'll make matters worse!"

"When people are afraid of you, you can do what you like."

[navigatingenm]

Ambiguous Bonds in Polyamory: What They Are and How to Navigate Them

Introduction

In ethical non-monogamy, relationships don’t always come with a neat label. You might find yourself in a connection that feels important, but doesn’t quite fit into a predefined category—a relationship that doesn’t follow any familiar blueprint. These are what we can call ambiguous bonds. Whether you're in one yourself or watching your partner navigate one, the ambiguity often brings a unique mix of opportunity and challenge.

These undefined connections allow for a natural evolution, but the freedom to "just see where things go" can also bring its own kind of uncertainty. How do you figure out where you stand when things are deliberately left open? How do you express your needs without a clear sense of what the relationship is? In this article, we’ll explore the complex emotional landscape of ambiguous bonds, why they come up, and how to navigate them with a little more ease. We’ll also talk about practical tools, like the Relationship Anarchy Smorgasbord, and strategies for keeping trust and communication alive in relationships that resist simple definitions.

The Complexity of Ambiguous Bonds

Not every relationship in non-monogamy fits into tidy boxes. You might have a connection that feels significant but doesn’t match conventional labels like "romantic" or "platonic." These ambiguous bonds carry weight, even though they aren’t fully defined.

One of the powerful things about ambiguous bonds is the freedom they offer. They let you explore a connection without immediately pinning it down. But that same openness can cause confusion, not just for the people in the bond, but for others around them as well. Ambiguity doesn’t stay neatly contained—it ripples out, often making other partners wonder where they fit in.

If you're watching a partner engage in one of these undefined connections, it can stir up some difficult questions. What is this relationship? Where do I stand in comparison? It’s not uncommon to feel unsettled when the boundaries aren’t clear. Sometimes, the hardest part is sitting with the unknown, especially when there’s no easy answer to the question, "What is this?"

One way to manage this uncertainty is to clarify what the relationship isn’t. Maybe it’s not romantic, or it’s not sexual, or certain commitments aren’t part of the picture. That clarity can help—but only if it works for you. For some, this kind of definition offers a foundation that makes the ambiguity less overwhelming. For others, it doesn’t matter as much.

These kinds of bonds often emerge because people want space to explore without feeling boxed in. That flexibility is part of their appeal. But it’s important to acknowledge that freedom can sometimes feel destabilising, particularly if there isn’t clear communication about what everyone is comfortable with.

The Role of Personal Values and Expectations

Navigating ambiguous bonds doesn’t just depend on the relationship itself—it has a lot to do with your personal values and expectations. Some people embrace ambiguity with open arms, thriving in relationships that aren’t pinned down by labels. They see it as a chance to let connections evolve naturally.

But not everyone feels that way. If you crave emotional security or prefer a bit more structure, not knowing where you stand—especially in comparison to someone else—can trigger feelings of unease. It’s important to recognise that how you experience ambiguity and how your partner experiences it might be very different, and those differences can lead to tension if they’re not talked about.

Your past experiences also play a role. Maybe you’ve been in a situation where ambiguity led to hurt, and that’s why you feel the need for more clarity now. Or perhaps you’ve always valued independence in your relationships, and the idea of labelling things too soon feels restrictive.

Understanding your expectations and communicating them clearly, both to yourself and your partners, is key. It’s about advocating for what you need—whether that’s more clarity, more reassurance, or more space. And it’s equally important to recognise that your partner might need different things. That’s why open, ongoing communication is so essential.

There’s no one-size-fits-all way to manage ambiguity. But by staying in touch with your values and being honest about your needs, you can find a balance that works for everyone involved. Just remember, it’s okay to want more definition, and it’s okay to be comfortable with less. The most important thing is understanding those needs and talking openly about them.

Navigating Uncertainty in Relationships

Ambiguity and uncertainty go hand in hand. And while some people thrive in undefined spaces, others find them difficult to manage. So, how do you deal with the emotions that come with it—whether you’re in the ambiguous bond or watching it unfold from the outside?

Open Communication is Key Uncertainty is much harder to deal with when communication breaks down. Honest conversations about how the ambiguity is making you feel are crucial. You don’t need to define the relationship, but you do need to talk about how the lack of definition is impacting you.

Boundaries are Still Important Just because a relationship doesn’t have a clear label doesn’t mean there shouldn’t be boundaries. In fact, boundaries might be even more important here. When the relationship itself is undefined, setting boundaries around what you need to feel secure can help.

Stay Present It’s easy to spiral into anxiety about where an ambiguous relationship is headed. Instead of fixating on the future, try to focus on what the connection is bringing to your life right now. What are you getting from it today?

Seek Support When You Need It Managing ambiguity can be hard, and there’s no shame in asking for help. Whether it’s talking to a trusted friend or finding a polyamory-friendly therapist, outside support can give you the clarity and perspective you need.

Coping with Ambiguity

Ambiguity can be a rollercoaster, but there are ways to manage the emotional ups and downs:

Self-Reflection Get clear on what you’re feeling. Are you anxious about where the relationship is going? Are feelings of jealousy or insecurity creeping in? Understanding your emotions is the first step in addressing them.

Talk About It If ambiguity is making you feel unsettled, don’t be afraid to bring it up with your partner(s). Ambiguity is hardest to deal with when it’s not acknowledged, so even if the conversation feels uncomfortable, it can relieve some of the tension.

Set Flexible Boundaries Boundaries are important, especially in ambiguous bonds. Flexibility is key—boundaries that protect your emotional space while allowing the relationship to evolve are often the most effective.

Focus on the Present Instead of worrying about where the relationship is headed, ask yourself what it brings to your life right now. Focusing on the present can help ground you.

Don’t Go It Alone Sometimes, ambiguity feels overwhelming. Talking things through with someone outside the situation can offer a fresh perspective. Whether that’s a therapist, a friend, or a polyamorous community, support can make a big difference.

Using the Relationship Anarchy Smorgasbord

Navigating ambiguity doesn’t mean you’re without tools. One great resource for mapping out what a relationship looks like—especially when it’s hard to define—is the Relationship Anarchy Smorgasbord.

Explore What You Value The Smorgasbord helps you map out the different kinds of intimacy and connection in your relationships. Rather than relying on traditional labels, it encourages you to explore categories like emotional support, intellectual connection, and shared activities.

Clarify Boundaries Going through the Smorgasbord can help you and your partner(s) clarify what you’re comfortable with and where you might need more structure.

Revisit Over Time Relationships change, and so do your needs. Revisit the Smorgasbord periodically to check in and update your boundaries and preferences as things evolve.

Embrace the Process The Smorgasbord isn’t about rigid definitions—it’s a tool for dialogue and exploration. It’s there to help you talk about your connection without squeezing it into a predefined box.

Fostering Transparency and Trust

If there’s one thing that makes ambiguity easier to manage, it’s trust. And trust comes from transparency. Even when things are undefined, being open about your feelings, uncertainties, and boundaries builds the trust that keeps a relationship thriving.

Be Transparent, Even When It’s Hard It can be tempting to avoid tough conversations because you don’t know all the answers, but honesty—even when uncomfortable—helps maintain trust.

Build Trust Gradually Trust takes time, especially in ambiguous bonds. It’s built through consistent communication and showing up for each other.

Check-in Regularly Regular check-ins can keep communication flowing and make sure everyone is on the same page, even when things are undefined.

Embrace the Unknown Together Ambiguity doesn’t have to mean confusion. With trust and transparency, you can navigate the unknown together and explore the relationship without fear.

Tips and Takeaways

Here are a few practical steps for navigating ambiguous bonds:

Check-in Regularly: Schedule conversations with your partner(s) to discuss how you’re feeling about the relationship.

Use the Smorgasbord: Map out the different aspects of your relationship to clarify what matters most.

Set Flexible Boundaries: Boundaries matter, even in undefined relationships. Protect your emotional space.

Focus on the Present: Don’t worry too much about the future—stay grounded in what the relationship is bringing to your life right now.

Be Honest About Your Needs: Whether you need more clarity, reassurance, or space, communicate openly.

Seek Support: Don’t hesitate to reach out to friends, communities, or a therapist for support.

Additional Resources

Relationship Anarchy Smorgasbord: Link to Relationship Anarchy Smorgasbord

Polysecure: Attachment, Trauma and Consensual Nonmonogamy by Jessica Fern

The Ethical Slut: A Practical Guide to Polyamory, Open Relationships & Other Adventures by Dossie Easton and Janet W. Hardy

This article is adapted from the version at