#danger polycule

[anexistingexistence]

I want to annoy people so here are more Danger Polycule (Quinn/Sam/Darlin') headcanons(/lore if I ever get around to writing the Danger Polycule fic) (also yes, we have a ship name now and no it's not a Frankenstein-ed together version of their names because that would give me an aneurysm anytime I'd try to type that)

•Quinn can't fucking cook (as was established in my last post about them, Quinn has been banned from the kitchen) but still hates microwaves with a passion and refuses to use Sam's

•Quinn and Darlin' both go to (separate) therapists but have group sessions once a month

○Quinn has also suggested couples counseling. This idea has been immediately denied.

•Post leaving the Solaire clan, Quinn started showing his affection for Sam by way of providing him with food.

○Sam wants to refuse most of the time because Quinn's ways of extracting blood from people are not exactly sanitary.

○But Quinn assures him that there is only a minimal amount of his spit in there so it's probably fine.

•Sam's fashion sense (non-existent as it may be) has not only rubbed off on Darlin' in their time of being together, but a few months after Quinn joined them in his quest of rehabilitation, he has also started to wear flannel around the house.

○Darlin' gives him shit for it and teases him relentlessly because Quinn basically dresses like a time-traveling victorian most of the time and that does not go with red and black flannel, believe it or don't.

○Quinn's only comeback is that Darlin' has not only adopted Sam's dressing habits, but also some of his southern drawl.

○Quinn also does bad southern accents to mock Sam.

○It's way funnier than it has any right to be.

●Quinn is not allowed in the bedroom for a good one to two years because healing takes time and Darlin' and Sam are very firm on this boundary.

○Because of this, Quinn is usually banished to the couch, but he has also slept in the bathtub (filled with pillows and blankets because he's a pretty princess) before.

•After Sam left the clan, William occasionally sent Porter just to check things out and make sure everyone was safe, and while Sam and Darlin' (they a little bit less than Sam) were pretty oblivious to this, Quinn (with his years of experience in stalking and murdering people) always catches him in the act and, while Porter was annoyed with him for the first few months, the two eventually kind of get along.

○Anytime he catches Porter "spying on them," as Quinn puts it, he brags about it to Sam and Darlin'. For the first few months, they do not believe him in the slightest.

•For a good five months after Quinn's initial moving in with Sam and Darlin', he is the only one who gets uninterrupted nights (or days, rather) of sleep.

○Because, and you might not believe this, trying to sleep when a vampire fully capable of and with reason to murder you is staying in the other room, it is not that easy to calm down and sleep.

○But this gets fixed because Quinn's therapist is a d(a)emon and he is more than fine with getting knocked the fuck out by magic every night.

○Sam isn't though because that's not covered by Therapeutic Magic Insurance and, god, this shit is expensive.

[notfeelingthyaster]

"you'll get over him, because i have" said armand to louis, while planning his murder and holding said "him" (their shared ex-husband) in his dungeon for unknown reasons (eloping with his boyfriend's widow)

[lindentea]

my polycules keep being really sweet and helpful to me and i don't feel like i deserve it and uhhhhhh Blitz really is just becoming a self-insert character for me, huh?

[lyss-butterscotch]

LYSS

LYSS WE NEED YOU

THE TRAFFIC LIGHT SHIPPERS ARE TAKING OVER

WE MUST FIGHT BACK

Uhhhhh caught me in the wrong time bestie

[theperrylleluniverse]

1) I think this is the first time Della and Paul have had a conversation just between the two of them!

2) they just flirt, commiserate about how stubborn Perry is, and worry about him which is so real

3) He’s a champion volcano-sitter 😂😂

4) Paul getting Della to get him a drink then saying he’ll bring her a bottle of scotch to show her he’s “a good scout” then saying he’s going to expense it 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

5) “if I did you wouldn’t leave” 👀👀👀

6) THE BIG PALOOKA

In conclusion: POLYCULE ASS BEHAVIOR

[captainpikeachu]

when you watch the Monarch finale and the tragic polycule just keeps chasing and attacking you with feels and you’re barely surviving and you’re just…

[moonshynecybin]

What do u mean about the bullying him out of the Andorra thing. What is that????

look who HASNT attempted to join the group motorsports professional hobby of evading your taxes and been so vociferously chastised about it by the spanish public that you cried.

[juh-wasnt-deactivated19691231]

[penofwildfire]

Help I thought too hard about Ray and Wu again and now I'm sad

[bhaalsdeepbat]

Apparently cooking up a hellspawn one shot 🙏

[1stlieutenanttwitchy]

Heyy so who is the "worst polycule in space" tag referring to? I also have a ship that fits the description quite nicely and tons of posts in there also fit, but they're like really niche lmao

It's for the lancer campaign I'm in with some friends!

Each character has their own brand of Difficult™️, and they're all knee-deep in some form of politics from their stretch of space. We've got a pirate (that's me!), a noble, an..."""asset""", a potential heir to a militaristic corpro state, and his bodyguard.

They should not be allowed within five feet of each other, much less kiss each other- and yet. We've trapped ourselves in a spaceship together.

We just started a fistfight in an elevator.

[void-botanist]

Thade Adventures: Parkour

OCs: Thade Orech-Pabat, Caladea Ores-Pabat, and Pirianus Orech-Pabat

Words: 500

Content warnings: heights, getting kinda made fun of in front of your crush

Taglist: @vacantgodling

“Do you think it’s possible to parkour all the way down to the ground floor from here?” Thade said, leaning against the railing at the edge of the open space that cut all the way down to said ground floor.

“Maybe,” Caladea said, barely looking up from her phone.

He grinned.  “You think I should try?”

She looked up for real.  “No, you can’t parkour.”

“I can totally parkour,” he said, pushing himself up on his arms so that his hips rested against the top of the railing.  He brought one sandaled foot up between his hands—he wasn’t going to go further than crouching on the rail, because he couldn’t parkour, but his foot slipped out from under him and his arms betrayed him and he found himself bent double over the railing, clinging to the slats, his feet barely skimming the carpet.  The fourth floor suddenly looked very high up.  

“Okay, I take it back,” he said.  “Can you help me?”  If he’d been with anyone but Caladea, they probably would have left him there to think about his actions for a while, but she came over right away to haul him back up by his pants waistband.  Which would have worked if he hadn’t chosen this moment to be wearing sweatpants.  Instead of helping, she just pulled down his pants, and he suspected also his boxer briefs.

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” she said like it was an accident, but she was also giggling.  

“Callie, you better not be filming this.”

“I’m not.”  Giggle giggle.  She must be, because she certainly wasn’t helping him.  He kicked his legs a little bit and felt a cold rush of fear as he shifted forward on the rail.  Well, this was fine.  He could just work his way back up the slats with his hands, and he would eventually slide back onto the floor.  It wouldn’t be easy, but it would be faster.  He’d hardly started when he felt familiar rough-edged hands on his hips and he was ungraciously pulled back upright.  As his blood stopped pooling in his head, he beheld Pirianus standing there, frowning as always.  That is, until Caladea showed him something on her phone, and he cracked a tiny blue-edged smile.

“Thanks,” Thade said with zero gratitude, pulling up his stupid sweatpants.  Before he could escape these two chucklefucks, though, Caladea turned her phone on him, and he was met with a photo of himself stranded over the rail, his panicked face looking through the slats, and his hairy asscrack surrounded by ironic hearts and sparkles.  Across the top was the word PARKOUR flanked with party poppers and flames.

“Great, thank you,” he said with a fake smile.  It should have been funny.  He should have been laughing—he could take a joke at his expense any day of the week—but instead he felt his cheeks burning.  “I’ll get that put on my calling cards.”  

He didn’t look at her or Pirianus as he walked away.

[neonsbian]

the way no one in the tag likes that pimfah likes sailom 😭

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas SatiricalDemon!

@thesatiricaldemon *waves* So you requested a fic about Daniel, Dommik, and N on an inter-dimensional vacation to one of my other fic verses...and the very first thing that came to mind was a follow up on a thread about a certain crystalline butterfly birthday present Dan sent to the Victors that my Secundus boy found very inspiring. XD So yeah, that's what you're getting. Hope you enjoy!

This Feels Like A Recipe For Disaster

“. . .and that allowed me to dampen the threat response! They still react if one of the flock gets injured, but it’s more of a ‘chase away the potential threat’ thing – they won’t try a full swarm unless you full-on shatter one of them.”

“Oh, excellent, excellent! And I see in your notes here you were looking to see if you could get different colors – I would imagine that if you added that lovely compound to the caterpillar mid-metamorphosis, you could get a truly acidic shade of green!”

“Maybe, but that also has a good chance of completely destabilizing the metamorphosis entirely. . .though I guess it’s all about how much I add. . .”

Alice looked over at the two, hunched over the main experimentation table in Victor’s greenhouse lab, and shook her head fondly. “I’m sorry, it sounds like they may be at this for a while,” she commented, turning back to their other two guests. “Victor was – very inspired by that little gift your Dr. Daniel sent along for his birthday.”

“So I can see,” Dommik said, grinning in that rather off-kilter way he had. Then again, Alice supposed that since he was really some sort of odd vampire-worm thing running around in a human suit (and how she wished she didn’t know that), it was only to be expected. “Daniel was hoping that he’d enjoy the statue, but I don’t think he expected him to try and recreate it.”

Normally it’s a bad idea for anyone to attempt to copy anomalous flora and fauna, N added, their cold gaze fixed on Daniel and Victor as they kept exchanging ideas on tweaks to the crystalline butterflies Victor was working on. But your husband seems to have a rare talent in that regard.

“Only because it’s a butterfly, I’m sure,” Alice replied, folding her arms. “Lepidoptery is Victor’s specialty. He can work with other insects too – we’ve got a hive of modified bees from a honey-making venture he attempted a little while back – and he’s got some talent with engineering, but butterflies and moths are where he shines.” She grinned. “Possibly because his very first project as a Touched was figuring out how to make them glow.”

“Oooh! I’d love to see that!” Dommik said, excitement shining through his eye sockets. “I’m sure they’re beautiful!”

“They are – and much less deadly than the creatures you lot apparently deal with on a daily basis,” Alice said, glancing between them and Daniel. “I thought Secundus could be a rowdy place to live sometimes, but after the stories you’ve told us of your world, it seems almost – peaceful.”

It is a difficult place to exist sometimes, N agreed. But we have found happiness there, regardless of the circumstances. They tilted their head at her. I do still find it interesting you do not exhibit the same Hume potential as the Alice we know at home.

“Oh, I’d love to be able to bend reality to my will,” Alice grumbled. “It’d make life so much easier. . .then again, your Alice seems to have had a very different life to mine, even if some of the broader events match up?”

“Mmm? Oh, yes – I’ve noticed your meta-narrative placement is much different from hers,” Daniel commented, looking up from the notepad he’d been sharing with Victor. “As is this Victor’s from the one I know. No waking up Emily means no potential for necromancy at all!”

“I’ll take raising butterflies over raising the dead,” Victor mumbled, scribbling something with a frown. “Hmmm – I’m not entirely sure that’s adding up right. . .”

“I’m just wondering where Smiler is,” Dommik said, looking around.

Alice blinked, then glanced over at Victor, who looked equally confused. “Ah – who?”

“You know – Smiler! Your themfriend?”

“Wrong universe, dearest,” Daniel said, with a slightly softer version of his trademark manic grin. “This romantic situation was resolved before their creation – though they may be here somewhere in potentia! Perhaps I could look into the matter!”

“Who are they?” Victor asked. “Other than a ‘themfriend.’” He smiled, tone light. “What, are we supposed to be a threesome too?”

Daniel laughed. “You could if you wanted to be! In fact, in studying the meta-verse for this trip, I actually located a reality where you and Alice are part of a nine-person polycule!”

Alice and Victor shared another, much more astonished glance. “. . .all right, now you have to tell us about that one,” Alice said after a moment, shaking her head. “Because I have got to know.”

[alchemist-shizun]

oh no the fic that was supposed to be pretty much light hearted domestic falling in love became a monstrosity of hidden identity, let's put my blorbo through the horrors and angsty helpless subplots

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

I know mermay is over (I'm so sad about that tbh) but.

BSD merperson!AU were in which Fyodor and Dazai are merpersons who live in the deep sea/are based on deep sea creatures and Nikolai and Chuuya are merpersons who live in the sunlight or the twilight zone/are based on marine animals who live in the zone.

Fyodor wants to stay in the deep sea while Dazai wants to see the light.