#forced trouple

[soullessdianthus]

A/N: Thoughts about dark Ghoap tricking a girl into their house...

Good looking and charismatic Johnny who successfully hit on you in a pub and was taking you home. What a shy thing you were in an Uber, constantly talking about how you’re not that kind of girl. Oh, of course he knew that. That’s why he picked you out. A decent, pretty thing. 

The look of pure terror in your glossy eyes when you found yourself in Johnny’s house and there was someone already waiting for you two. 

Simon, not as handsome as his boyfriend yet much more intimidating, was turning you around, carefully inspecting the gift he received. It was him, the big guy who forced his scarred hand into your damp panties and fingered you until you were all pliable and whiny. 

Johnny boy would sit comfortably on the couch nearby, muscular thighs wide open and jeans lowered under his balls as he was fisting his own leaking cock and enjoying the show Ghost has put on. 

Simon was pounding into your puffy cunt as the disgustingly wet noises and smell of sex filled the room. You were lying blushing and breathless underneath him, crying big tears, because Johnny has tricked you! :( 

— Go on, lovie, wanna hear you scream for us.

He kept digging his thick fingers into your plush hips, fucking your poor, tired body back on himself until he was seated and your pussy filled. 

You just had hope to be able to walk tomorrow, but the boys knew they wouldn’t even let you leave their house.

[porcelainfreak-zacrucian]

Propaganda time!

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Let's make Tenn/Tak/Tak's ship love triangle battle happen in the next round! >:3

Ooohhh the girls are fighting! There's a rumble about that under the cut :3

Listen, if we're thinking from the perspective of Tak's ship having feelings - simulated, maybe, but still real to her - if we're thinking from that perspective, then I have a lot of thoughts. I think a lot about how she felt coming to her senses in Membrane family's garage for the first time, no Tak in sight. Did Dib wake her? Was she alone? What exactly was happening in that electronic brain of hers?

And if we're talking about AUs, if we're talking, say, about Tak coming back for her - or one of the Membrane kids using her to fly to space and finding Tak - how exactly would that reunion go? We know she has Tak's personality. So the real question is how would she feel about Tak after spending so much time away from her. Not knowing where she is. Possibly, if that crash she had affected her memory, not knowing where and how did she go. What exactly could the thought process be in the brain of a ship that doesn't know if it's abandoned by its owner? The owner who's personality she carries. The owner that made her, possibly built her from scraps, gave her the ability to Have any thought process at all. What does it feel like to her? Being so far away. What does she do with that? Does she get sad? Does she get angry to not get sad? Does she convince herself she's been abandoned, scrapped like a useless piece of metal to force herself to hate. Hate the one that made her, the one that Was her, to cope with the haunting thought of her being dead. Lost in space forever. Does she force herself to hate Tak - to hate her so much the thought of her dead might stop, even for a second stop making her glitch out from feeling the things She Made Her Able To Feel in the first place. And, if she does, what happens then? When she meets Tak again, what happens then? When she sees her alive. What does she do?

POPULAR PAIRING MENTION INCOMING

Also, for those of you who don't know, the robot on the picture is my AU version of Tak's ship - she was constructed by Gaz out of boredom. The content that exists of the AU is only TaGr for now but I'm planning on them becoming a fun little crazy trouple. So it's about time I made something for her and Tak. The Ship's nickname in the AU is Core Tak (or Core) btw, and you can find stuff about her by searching the nickname in the tags :3

[space-blue]

Me doing crimes against my companions

They truly cattered to every freak possible.

Look at these nerds! Reading together! Shared central piece with carpet for easy access to each other's tent... I have to freqently remind Gale we're a thing, because the bloodweave is borderline canon!! And we can't be a trouple because some people don't like sharing, right, Gale??

I learned the instrument feat just to make my little guys dance and they're HARDCORE IGNORING ME!!!

Clown power posing face off.

Also I love that Astarion approves if you force anyone else on stage, but will disapprove TWICE if made to go up

In fucking stitches over the Gortash portraits. You know the mods that turn everyone into a Kpop beauty boy? Gortash would approve of them for himself, 100%

I'm making a Tav comic about seeing Rolan like this. It's coming. It'll be the same energy as the Zevlor one, yes. More murdering though.

Astarion talking back to a Djinni and being transformed into a wheel of cheese for the meagre cost of 500 gold! Best use of my fictional money.

I still question why Gale has abs, but I don't question the fact this outfit has the ring RIGHT OVER THE ORB, I'm sorry babygirl you're keeping the bondage undies...

ALSO if you put him in the celestial whatever, basically the princess Leia outfit Figaro sells you, he shows cheek, and truly, truly Larian catters to the freaks and it's incredible...

Like what is this bit of booty and how come I'm getting it for free aaaah!!!!

Man doesn't have the strength to open a jar of pickles, but he still religiously visits the bench press to have the perfect abs for his Tav. Gods bless.

Also the back of this undie has basically a bitch strap. You can have a bitch strap on Astarion, and then give him an open back shirt and grab him any time you need to yank him out of situations.

Also love how the design is altered to give garters to fem bodies but also make sense for someone with a tail. I bet it'll look hot as all shit on dargonborn Durge.

The face he was making while I was asked this question...

Durgeposting... based on this Hannibal meme

[readychilledwine]

Training Tensions

A second part of Early Mornings (link in masterlist and coming soon) in a way. Showing the beginning of the mateship/courting between Cassian, our illyrian oc (who now has a name), and Nesta. But with a plot twist so I have an excuse for something that may get posted later.

Summary - Nesta can't help falling harder and harder for Irelina. They've been ignoring it for months now, but the dam has to break at some point

Warnings - fxmxf threesome inferred, oral, mentions of a trouple/poly-relationships, husband encouraging someone else to bang his wife (because Cassian is a king), mentions of impact play, wing play, oh and some actually emotionally stuff. It's NSFW but not as spicy as I've been known to post

A/N - I hadn't intended to add to Early Morning much, but when I'm in a writers block, my mind goes back to her, Nesta, and Cassian, and the emotional bond between her and Nesta. So you may occasionally see pieces of them sprinkled between other updates.

"He's just selfish!" Nesta landed another harsh punch that had Irelina smiling with pride inside despite the stinging in her hands growing. "He just thinks he knows everything," another sharp punch landed on her pad. "And for being able to get into people's heads, he understands nothing." 

The final blow caught her off guard. Nesta pulled a move the young female watched her use while she was sparring with Cassian. A faked right into a left into the stomach. Nesta gasped as she doubled over. Eyes wide in shock as she began to cough. 

"I'm so sorry!" Nesta was at her side, a hand gently touching her back. "I-"

"Don't apologize," she wheezed out. She placed her hands on her knees, taking deep breaths through her nose as Cassian ran over.

"What happened?" Nesta backed away, only for Irelina to reach for her hand and hold her there. Electricity shooting through her at the contact.

"She's a visual learner," is all she said. "She took a fake shot on me and it worked because we had hardly even discussed that yet. I'm so proud of you, Ness."

Nesta's face slightly flushed with the praise before she buried it away. 

-

Training the next day involved her and Nesta in meditation. Focusing on their inner self. "I can feel how unsettled you are. Talk to me." It was a gentle invitation. One Nesta took immediately.

"I just do not understand how you all sat there and did not tell Feyre she would die."

Nesta watched her eyes open. "There was not a single day that went by since I found out that I did not want to tell her. Trust me." Irelina paused, looking towards where Cassian and Azriel were sparring. "It just was not my place. I do agree it was not handled properly, though."

Nesta's mind froze, unprepared to have her feelings validated. "You don't think I'm wrong?"

She shook her head at Nesta, eyes closed again. "I think Rhysand, my dearest brother, should have included his mate and wife in decision making regarding their babe and her body. I feel HE should have told her right away and included her in the search to find solutions."

She opened her eyes, finally looking at Nesta with that gaze that reminded the younger female of molten honey. "I do not think you told her from a place of genuine concern and love, though. That is the only thing I do not believe was handled correctly on your end."

Nesta sook her head. "I do love her, it was concern."

"It is not your love I question, Ness. It's your intention. In your heart, yes, you meant well. In your subconscious, no." Nesta studied the illyrian female, her beautiful face and scarred wings. "I think you are grieving so deeply, Nesta, your heart has begun to be poisoned. You are blinded by your rage and hurt. I understand that heartache." 

"We failed you," she continued. "We failed you, and Elain, multiple times. We failed you when you were forced into that Cauldron, we failed you when you were recovering, we failed you when your father died, and we failed you after the war."

Nesta felt her heart swelling, her eyes beginning to water. She had longed to hear those exact words for nights now.

"I failed you," Irelina said softly. "I failed you when I allowed you to go down the same pathway I did of numbing yourself through booze and sex. I failed you when I wasn't there every day and night holding you. I failed you, and I will never be able to make up for it."

She held her hand to Nesta, then gently laced their fingers together. "Everything you are feeling, little dove, every piece of anger, of longing, of sadness, of self doubt, of absolute burning sheer rage, you are valid in those feelings. You are allowed to feel those feelings." She brought Nesta's hand to her lips, kissing the top of it gently, "it's how we move forward in how you process those feelings, how you let them free, that makes the difference in your soul's peace or turmoil."

-

Nesta was awake before her. Before Azriel and Cassian. Eyes locked in the fire burning in the hearth. Her dreams were haunted by Irelina, but not the way her nightmares had plagued her. 

They were haunted by gentle touches, soft whispered words of love, support, and encouragement. 

They were haunted by memories of the two of them, when Rhys would allow her off her leash and the two of them would spend time reading, finger tips running up and down her arm as Irelina jotted down notes for reports or flipped her horror novel behind her. 

Nesta jumped when soft hands found her waist, a kiss placed on her temple. "Why are you up so early, dove?" She shivered at the sound of her voice laced in sleep. "Want breakfast or coffee? I can steal some tea from Azriel too?"

Nesta's mind flashed to the last time they had breakfast alone, to when Irelina served her coffee and the fluffiest pancakes she had ever had. Nesta had hardly been able to control herself around Irelina and Cassian for weeks after that, but her  rage towards Cassian helped. Her jealousy of hearing him make his wife a begging mess helped. 

"I was wondering if we could not train today?" Nesta asked quietly. "Just take a day to relax, you and me?"

"I'd have to ask Azriel," she said. "But I will work something out with him. Did you want breakfast?"

-

Azriel had not let Nesta out of training. Following his orders to a t, much to both of the females disappointment.

Nesta and Irelina were sparring basic hand to hand and currently locked together. It didn't take her but a spare second to take Nesta to the ground, straddling her hips and pinning her hands above her head. 

Nesta's chest was heaving, her eyes wide and mouth parted slightly.  Irelina's brows scrunched together at the same time Cassian gripped his chest over his heart and Azriel's shoulder. 

She was off Nesta in an instant, moving through the House of Wind as Nesta ran after her. 

She locked herself into the bathroom of her and Cassian's room, sinking against the wall. Nesta jiggled the door handle forehead against the cool wood, "Irelina, let me in." She knocked softly. "Talk to me, please. I know you're scared. I was scared when I felt it too, but you've made me feel so safe, please."

She heard Cassian's footsteps. "Lark? Baby, what's wrong?" Irelin didn't answer. Sitting with her head against the wall, a new silver thread gleaming next to a golden one. She tugged them both before closing the bond down. 

Cassian knew the message, placing a hand around Nesta's shoulders as he saw that pretty silver string too. "Give her a little bit, dove. She's shocked."

"You knew?" Cassian nodded at her question.

"Of course, dove. I knew the second I laid eyes on you in that manor you were mine, ours." Lark and dove, Nesta noted immediately. His little birds. The thought spread warmth through her body. The thought of being his. Of being Irelina's. Of being theirs.

-

Irelina skipped dinner, punching her feelings into one of the spare bags into the early hours of night. 

Nesta could feel her confusion, her excitement, her pain radiating through her hands. 

Cassian and Azriel had left for the evening claiming there was an emergency in Windhaven, and telling Nesta to behave herself while they were gone. Nesta closed her book, walking to the training grounds and sitting to watch Irelina.

She was covered in sweat, muscles and breasts shining in the light of the full moon. She struck the punching bag quick, precise, and repeatedly. She was wearing nothing more than a tight pair of leggings and a bra built for training. Her dark hair was messily braided back with a few pieces framing her high cheekbones. 

Nesta felt her eyes trapped on the muscles flexing in her thighs and arms.  Irelina paused, her head turning to Nesta. She shook whatever thoughts were running through her mind off and went back to beating the punching bag. 

The loud flapping of wings and a soft thud next to Nesta ripped her from the inappropriate place her mind was going. 

"She likes to bathe after doing this," it was an emotionless purr that made Nesta growl. "She likes lilac oils and red wine. Plenty of bubbles."

Nesta glared towards Rhysand. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because Cassian asked me to ensure you took care of her tonight since he won't be here to do it himself. It is your duty, after all, as her mate." Rhysand took off again, flying back to the home he and Feyre were staying in. 

Her mate. The words replayed over and over again like a crescendo in a symphony. Her mate.

-

Nesta prepared a bath for her, pouring the scented oil and wine for both of them, and waited. Irelia froze at the door, already wrapped in a towel. 

Nesta took a step back from the bath, sitting in the vanity chair. "I thought you needed something to help you relax. You don't seem okay lately."

She nodded. "Thank you." She moved toward the tub, stepping shamelessly out of the towel and into the warm water. Nesta was reading her romance novel while Irelina bathed. Her eyes locked on the sultry scene being painted for her between the two female love interests. Her thighs began to squeeze together occasionally, begging for friction. 

Her eyes began to flick to the naked illyrian female. Her breasts were peeking above the water, bubbles hiding the toned body and curves below. 

Nesta was desperate to touch her. To kiss her. To have her. "Your back looks sore," she stated. "Do you want me to come rub it?" 

The scent in the air changed immediately. The lilac oil mixing with something slightly musky. "If you'd like to?"

Nesta swallowed that bit of fear in her bones, moving to the tub behind her and sitting with her legs in the warm water.

The steam in the room was thick as if it was adding to the tension between the two females. Nesta moved her wet dark hair over one shoulder and began rubbing her shoulders.  A soft moan had Nesta almost pausing before moving lower. "Cassian needs to give you a massage," Nesta joked.

"He tries," she laughed out. "He really does. But he gets distracted."

"I can see how." The words came out before Nesta could stop them. They hung in the air like magic. Lingering in their effect on both of them. Irelina turned between Nesta's legs, wet hands trailing her bare right calf. 

"You can't say things like that, Nesta. Our self control with you is already low." She lifted Nesta's long left leg over her shoulder and trailed a few testing kisses up her calf. "There's so many things I long to do to you, Nesta."

The oldest Archeron sister's face had flushed. She pulled her dress up further exposing her legs, then her stomach, then her breasts until it was off and they were both laid bare to each other. "Show me," Nesta whispered. "Show me what you want to do to me."

So Irelina did.

-

Cassian could smell sex in his room the second the door opened. He knew one scent immediately. Pomegranate and currants, his wife. The other a vanilla spicy musk with touches of amber. 

A familiar moan had him hard instantly as he moved mindlessly to the bathroom door. 

The sight behind that door was heaven. Nesta had his mate laid out on the tile bathroom floor, her back arched as her hands tangled in Nesta's freed long hair. 

Nesta had her head between his mate's thighs, tongue and mouth working her timidly but encouraged by each hair pull and breathy gasp. "Like that, Ness, please, fuck." 

Cassian moved the chair Nesta had previously been in, drinking the wine that was opened straight from the bottle. Nesta looked up, seeing him and pausing, ripping a pleading whine to leave his wife's throat. 

"Don't stop on my account," his voice was deep, laced with arousal as he watched Nesta. "Keep going, Ness. Unless you need me to show you how to make that pretty bird sing?"

Nesta's eyes grew dark at the offer. At the thought of learning how to draw the same noises from Irelina the way Cassian did. He smirked, moving to Nesta. He took one of his wife's beautiful legs, placing it over Nesta's shoulder, similar to how she had pulled Nesta apart earlier. "Do to her exactly what you want done to you, Ness." 

So she did, sucking her clit into her mouth and licking that bundle of nerves. 

"Fuck. Please?" Moans turned into whimpers as Irelina pulled Nesta's face further into her heat.

Cassian ran a long finger down Nesta's spine, feeling every bump and ridge. Memorizing every building muscle. Nesta hummed under his touch, sending vibration through his wife causing another crying moan. "Is this okay, Nesta?" She whined in response, arching up for Cassian. "What a beautiful little thing you are, sweetheart. We've wanted you for so long."

"So long," his mate moaned and confirmed. 

-

Nesta woke up between two warm bodies, two sets of wings caging her in like weighted blankets of protection. She turned to her side and traced Irelia's Face and played with her lashes causing the other female to wrinkle her nose and pull her closer. "Did we hurt you?" Nesta shook her head at the sleepy tone from the other female. "This doesn't have to change anything between us, Ness. We can still just cuddle, read, and be friends."

Nesta swallowed thickly. "And if I want more? If I'm ready for more?"

"Then we're more," she whispered. "But he is part of the deal, so you two will need to work on your…. Current relationship." 

"I don't know how."

She ran a hand through Nesta's hair. "Let him train you with me. Stop pushing him away. Talk to him. Cassian can be rough, but once those walls you two seem to fortify around each other melt and bend, you're both these soft creatures needing love and validation. Gentle understanding."

She pulled Nesta to her, kissing her lips softly. Nesta rolled them over carefully, a hand going to Irelia's Delicate wing, making her arch her back. 

"Oh?" Nesta rose a brow. "I thought Feyre was kidding." 

Irelia shook her head quickly. "Pretty serious. Watch." She watched as Irelina danced long limber fingers on the ridge of Cassian's wing. "Get on top of him. Take what's yours, dove. I know you want him back inside of you." She tugged that string, making Nesta gasp. "Shall we turn him to putty?"

Cassian woke up to Nesta on his already hard cock, riding as she kissing Irelina, whose pretty dripping cunt was just in reach of his happily awaiting tongue.

-

Azriel sat with his hands folded at the table as the three of them emerged one by one. The scent of it was overwhelming. The ridiculously pungent bond. The heavy scent of sex.

He rose a brow at Irelina, knowing the female would tell him everything shamelessly to draw jealousy out of him.. "Anything happen while we were gone? Anything I as Nesta's babysitter need to know about."

She rolled her eyes at him, forcing Nesta into her normal seat next to Cassian and taking the spot next to Azriel. 

"You can join us next time if it makes you feel better, Spymaster." Cassian and Nesta's eyes both lit up. "Maybe I'll even let you beat me with a cane or hang me from the ceiling."

Nesta noticed how that immediately got Azriel's attention. His scarred hand flying to Irelina's neck. "You know better than to tease me, little bat." Azriel smirked at the shock on Nesta's face. "Welcome to the throuple, Ness. Excuse me while I go remind this pretty little thing who is actually in charge between the 3 of us." He took Irelina by her neck back up the stairs, whispering in her ear as he moved with her.

Cassian leaned back with a smirk. "Welcome, dove. Might want to start mentally preparing for that one."

[jboy44]

You may remember my Jaune's three mom posts well here they are in picture form mate.

Welcome to this AU in this Au Jaune's Feather Theodore had pumped and dumped three women by triple teaming then fled back to be head master of his Acadmey making him the warlord of Vacuos so he didn't have to pay for playing.

the three women forced to move into get herto support their eight kids total, Jaune sick of them fighting locked them in a closet and they came out a trouple making them highly protective of their son.

from tall to bunny to military woman.

Amala arc the who who's name the other wives took and the one who birthed Jaune. She was born with gigantism being all big and powerful she became a huntsmen, before retiring as their was more money to be made in modeling as she is big and stacked everyone looks at her might as well get paid.

Amala's old weapon was brass knuckles that used dust attacks as her semblance is Beetle power, as it let's her lift eight hundred and fifty times her own weight, thanks to her muscle mass and weight foot eight she has a weight in the three hundreds som she can lift throw and smash almost a ton. Despite being retired all her would be stalkers and kidnappers have learned she is still a skilled martial artist with all the same power

Up next the short woman Amila Arc Scarlatina Arc, she is also Velvet's aunt. she is a dwarf being only three foot eleven inches tall. Despite this and her being the quote unquote housewife, she has a semblance, That lets her see someone's future. This means she knows all the secrets and so do her wives including their son's fate, one they tried to change but they failed. She knew the Knight form the fairy tale she read to Jaune was going to be himself.

Finally Amy arc former military of Atlas before retiring and moving to a paramilitary group to protect the known kingdom areas. She got disgusted with Ironwood when he left her to die on a mission saying she was dead weight with a broken, leg and would stop the mission from being completed. Her bandaged cover the burn she has on neck eye, arm and part of her chest. she knew Ironwood was no good. Only reason she is alive is thanks to her scar. Her semblance is healing damage. It allows her to generate if she takes minor damage equal to the need. Burning off a chunk of her skin was equal to the damage to her leg. her weapons are hand guns but the handles have fire dust so when she bashes with them, the thing she bashes bursts into flames.

They went to Theodore's kingdom after atlas fell as their bunny knew Jaune would return not a boy anymore but the Rusted knight. They feel guilt for trying to fight fate instead of arming him and seek to do so. Along with get their back child support out of their deadbeat baby daddy.

[ekman]

J’arrive un peu après la bataille pour en parler ? Tant mieux, je n’ai pas grand chose à en dire, ni rien à ajouter qui n’ait déjà été hurlé. Pour être honnête, je ne l’ai pas regardée, la consensuelle et inclusive Cérémonie. Ayant entendu une courte interview du metteur en chaines, j’avais anticipé un certain nombre de tableaux wokisto-tapetto-parisiens et la seule idée d’avoir à subir cette débauche de connasses pailletées et de dondons à testicules et faux-cils était au-dessus de mes forces. En revanche, je n’ai pas pu éviter les résumés, c’est à dire la mise en lumière des scènes de crime. Et je n’ai pas été déçu.

• L’italo-américaine Lady Gaga pour chanter Zizi Jeanmaire avec un accent US à couper au couteau, pourquoi pas ? On a déjà eu Joséphine et ses bananes pour faire swinguer la France d’avant-guerre. Et comme il est vrai qu’on manque de chanteuses en France... 

• Les bateaux-moches en promène-couillons des quatre coins du monde, pourquoi pas ?

• Cette pauvre Marie-Antoinette. Sur les lieux même où la torture morale arriva à son paroxysme... Eh bien, la république ne reculant devant aucun sacrifice, c’est à la Conciergerie qu’elle a exhibé le corps étêté et sanguinolent – cela se voulait dr��le, parait-il – de la Reine de France. Pire, elle lui fit chanter “ah, ça ira !”, en oubliant que la suite : “les aristocrates à la lanterne” aurait pu faire blêmir Manu et Jean-Bri, le couple passant souvent ses fins de semaine au très versaillais domaine de la Lanterne... qui ne présente, hélas, aucune potence improvisée.

• Aya Nakamura, la gouailleuse des banlieues qui a tant de mal à aligner trois phrases audibles dans la langue de NTM, a secoué son cul de basse fausse face à l’Académie afin d’apprendre la samba à la Garde Républicaine, régiment réputé d’élite qui s’est ainsi couvert d’une honte durable car décarbonée.

• La flamme était portée par le quasi personnage d’Assassin’s Creed – autant dire un partenariat Ubisoft, tandis que l’artisanat français (savoir-faire, excellence et tout le baratin habituel) était incarné par les malles Vuitton, partenaire obligé, incontournable, incontestable, imposé.

• Autres sponsors, très implicites, les sites de cul qui vous vendent à longueur de plateformes de la bisexualité pratiquée en groupe, ce qui en mode restreint s’appelle un “trouple”. Cette élégante appellation – qui n’est pas sans rappeler le son franc et frais d’une flatulence post-sodomite – s’est vue illustrée par une coquine séquence qui, c’est l’évidence, a tout à voir avec l’olympisme.

• Enfin, la Cène façon Michou, rassemblement d’obèses, d’invertis, d’apprentis-satanistes ou supposés tels, ces trois qualités étant cumulables à l’envi, qui offre à la France, fille aînée de l’Église façon François-l’Embrouille, une occasion de souligner son exemplarité morale et la force de son credo chrétien.

Voilà. J’en oublie sûrement, et cela vaut mieux. Aujourd’hui, la France a clairement montré qu’elle avait choisi son camp, qui se caractérise par une concentration inou��e d’hominidés dégénérés aux commandes du pays, servis par un aréopage de tarés, de déviants ou de simples ambitieux dont le principal souci est de bien montrer au reste du monde – celui qui croit en quelque chose de transcendant – que laïcité et vaseline font excellent ménage. L’exception française deviendra-t-elle la source d’un isolement durable ? J’en suis personnellement convaincu. Et c’est très bien ainsi. Quand on porte la peste... 

J.-M. M.

[logansgaar]

the song playing for Peter when we first meet him is by alt-J, an English rock band that uses the delta triangle for it's symbol, and the delta triangle is used in science and mathematics to "denote a difference between two values or a change over time or space."

The song itself "Left Hand Free" was written purely to be cliche and generic, and appease the band's American record label who didn't think their usual style was strong enough. alt-J described it as having none of their "personality" in it and the "least alt-J song ever"... which I'm not gonna lie, sounds really on par with how Peter ends up being forced into this Tony-like box by both the movie narratives and in-universe characters constantly equating him to Tony, when he's really more in line with Steve's philosophy

it was probably such a throw-away choice of music to introduce Spider-Man to but I also really kind of love it on so many levels?

(the lyrics are also literally about a MMF trouple or having a MMF threesome LMAO, Marvel is never beating the Peter is Bisexual allegations)

[viviandroidcardigan]

Absolutely massive (4k+) outline of a fic I'll never write! Extra clunky bc it used to be a twtr thread.

YS/HJ/SH omegaverse

tw: sa, pregnancy

YS, HJ and SH established omega trouple who are very much childfree. For HJ it's mostly about prioritizing his career, YS is still trying to establish boundaries with his very proper, very conservative family and figure out what he wants outside of what he was constantly pushed into before he snapped and left and SH carries a lot of trauma from his own miserable upbringing (single teenage mother, thrown out by her parents for getting him out of wedlock became abusive and neglectful and eventually died leaving him with very strict and spiteful grandparents that he went no contact with as soon as he could) and he is determined to break the generational trauma by never becoming a parent.

The three of them have been together for almost a year and have a very stable and loving dynamic. 

Until one day YS goes to visit his family to their rural town, who insisted he must be present on some stupid family function despite him being in the middle of a work deadline and in pre-heat. And it went for longer than expected but he was hopeful about catching the last train back to the city and tried crossing the fields to get to the station on time and just like that some random alpha in a rut caught and assaulted him. 

YS didn't catch the train. He woke up in the field at sunrise, barely remembering the night before bc apparently the rut of his rapist triggered his heat to start on early but now it was all gone and he never had it gone so quickly so it only added to his confusion and dread and he just wanted to get home so that's what he did, suddenly very happy that he kept postponing moving in with HJ and SH bc the work commute was too far from their place. YS got home and finally had his

little breakdown in the shower. He didn't know what to do, he didn't even see the attacker enough to identify him and also he knew well enough that omega in heat had very little success in pressing charges. And his family would make such a mess of everything and would tell him it

was his fault for even going out alone at night. He couldn't fathom how to tell his partners either. 

And he did have a work deadline so for the next week or so he buried himself in work very carefully not thinking about anything until he had a horrible idea and sure enough, his test was positive. YS had a larger breakdown bc he was slowly psyching himself up to telling HJ and SH about everything but now he would have to admit to this as well and to his absolute dismay he realized that he couldn't bring himself to get rid of it. He abhorred the notion that his omega instincts will kick in one day as his parents kept telling him but apparently it was exactly the case.

But now he really couldn't tell HJ and SH. They were very clear on their position but also he hated the idea that if he told them everything they might force themselves for his sake and

he couldn't take their choice from them like it was already taken from him.

YS arranged a dinner, as they were messaging him non-stop, the work deadline cope out going only so far to postpone the inevitable and they could immediately tell that something was wrong. 

So YS just straight up asked them about their thoughts on having children and if those changed at all. HJ shrugged bc not really but also it wasn't a hard no for him. Maybe some time, years down the line, when he is better established in the industry, bc if he ever were to have kids, he'd want to be present and not constantly away in the studio. SH shook his head with a serious expression, hasn't changed: no, never. YS sighed and was like, I think it's a goodbye then. I love you but it's something I'm planing to pursue soon so....

They are hurt and confused and ask if his family got into his head while he was visiting but YS is barely holding on as is, he can't really talk anymore. He hoped that there was a way to keep them and the child both but now he knows how foolish that idea was. They keep asking him questions but he is far far away and eventually they stop and they go to their respective homes and at least he didn't move in.

HJ and SH keep messaging him but YS is self-isolating and grieving the relationship. He doesn't think he can manage to stay friends with them, a constant reminder of what he have lost. He can't really tell his family either, sure that they will either force him to abort or worse. He has a recurring nightmare that he resorts to asking for help and his family marries him off to a local alpha who is his rapist but there is no way for him to know for sure and he is forever trapped wondering and not knowing if he is succumbing to insanity or it's a reality that he cannot escape.

There are also worries about the future as his research makes him realize just how dire the situation is for single omega parents in their conservative society. He either has to pay for everything out of pocket which is A LOT or apply for governmental aid but then lose his job bc he has just decent enough income to make him not eligible. But entering the benefits program he will have "single omega parent" on his file forever that is almost sure to guaranty he never gets hired again for any serious job as a "promiscuous omega". Not to mention all the medical things he had no clue about but now has to go through.

For the first month he barely manages to get out of bed at all, spiraling into a depression visible enough that his boss allows him to start working from home. And YS feels so bad about using that kindness to hide the reality of his situation but what other choice he has. Especially when morning sickness kicks in HARD.

YS goes to all his medical exams and works overtime and compartmentalizes so hard he is barely conscious at all as time both crawls and flies.

And then just past the third month his manager request an old project from him, something he always knew will come in handy so he had it saved on a flash drive he cannot find. Until he remembers HJ using it to transfer some work files to home computer and figures out where it is.

YS comes in the middle of the day, when no one should be home and hopes they didn't change the code (they didn't) but just as he locates the drive, sleep-rumpled HJ comes out of the bedroom. They stare at each other until YS blurts out "why are you here?" "Launch party ran late". 

YS figures out that HJ finished the project he was working so hard on when they broke up and something that he looked SO much forward to, as he loved HJ's music but didn't allow himself to listen to it all this time in hopes to get over him quicker. It really didn't work at all.

HJ looks at him guarded and before he asks, YS explains that he needed the flash drive for work and apologizes for coming without a notice. HJ asks why he stopped answering their messages. "I though, we were at least friends". And YS knows he has to leave bc he always knew he was hurting them but he cannot face it rn when he is barely holding on. 

But HJ waves his mumbling attempts at answer and says they have a box of all his stuff that he left behind. It's a pretty big box, he left his whole life behind here. But as he stands up, HJ looks him over and sees the small but noticeable bump he already has. HJ notes bitterly "you moved on fast, huh. Well, congratulations." And YS doesn't know what to say but something must be on his face bc HJ looks away and apologizes, fiddling with his sleeves, says he is hangover from the party.

YS wants to congratulate him on the release as well but he really can't do this anymore so he goes to grab the box but HJ is like woah-woah, what do you think you are doing, it's very heavy! YS just shrugs and says he will get it to the elevator and call a taxi. But HJ frowns at him and says he will get it down but he knows that YS lives on a third floor of a house without an elevator. HJ is like can your... ugh, partner, pick it up for you. And YS is thrown by this conversation enough to say the truth: no. 

HJ frowns harder, what kind of a shitty alpha lets his pregnant omega lift heavy things, even if he is working or whatever, that's not ok, he should be able to come and help. And as YS cannot find a response to that HJ insists that he will get their car and drive him home and get the box to his place. YS tries to argue but there is no point when HJ already decided everything.

They get in the car and now HJ is worried about him enough to get over his bitterness and unexpected jealousy and starts pestering him with questions and YS just gives up and says there is no partner in the picture at all.

That gets HJ even more worried and riled up. Wtf? He got omega pregnant and dipped?? YS is probably heartbroken! He must have been SO in love to break it of with them so abruptly and change his whole stance on kids just for the guy to leave him?? Any hurt HJ was still harboring

gets totally overflown with indignation. Who DARED to leave YS and in that position too? It also dawns on him that YS was probably going no contact bc of all this mess, bc of the embarrassment.So now HJ is determined to mend their friendship. He still cares and SH does too.

They will do all in their power to support YS on this path. YS makes a weak attempt to refuse the offer but really, he is at the end of his rope as well and it doesn't take too much to cave in and accept it. Especially when SH calls him later to assure that he is very much on the

same page with HJ and he can and should lean on them. That's what friends are for. And it brings YS a lot of relief but also opens all the wounds that really didn't heal at all. He misses them and loves them and needs them but now he must be satisfied with their friendship.

HJ and SH come back into his life with vengence. SH immediately proceeds to deep-clean YS' apartment, something that he really couldn't muster the energy to do for... a while. HJ volunteers to drive him to all the doctor appointments even when YS insists that it's entirely fine.

But it does make a difference not even comfortable transportation wise but just having someone there, waiting for him in the car. Hospitals are weird. No one is straight up mean to him but as he did tell the doctors everything he feels like they are treating him like a child.

He has to keep rejecting suggestions that he should bring his parents along. They don't explain him stuff either because when HJ starts pestering him about this or that factoid he read about online, YS is lost on most of them. His first trimester was him moving on autopilot. It turns out that he really needed someone caring around bc YS can finally feel himself unfreezing a bit. But with that comes the onslaught of feelings.

Yes, SH and HJ are there for him but they don't have the time to visit more than couple days a week and also inevitably leave.

They hug him hello but obviously never kiss and one time SH does peck his cheek lulled by familiarity he apologizes for "overstepping". They have new inside jokes he doesn't understand. YS is thrown from elation of their presence to devastation of their loss even more sharp when

they are right there, close enough to touch.

For the first time he starts doubting his decision. Is it really worth it, some random baby against his entire life? He could have had it. Maybe he still can. If it was just out of the picture. He still cannot contemplate abortion but In his darkest moments, silently sobbing into his pillow in his empty apartment, he thinks... maybe if he miscarried. Would it be so bad? They say that unbonded omega, with no alpha pheromones around, with a traumatic conception, he is in a slightly higher risk group. So maybe…

Until one night he wakes up in a puddle of blood and SCREAMS in horror. His whole ride in the ambulance that HJ called him, bc YS was only able to call him, he keeps saying he didn't mean it. He doesn't want the baby gone! He didn't mean it! Please!

HJ and SH still in their pj's run in just as the doctor finishes explaining to him that everything is fine, things like this can happen and he just should go double on his vitamins and come more often for check ups and avoid stress and they will let him go after getting an IV. YS is relieved but still very shaky so he dives into a hug HJ and SH envelop him in, murmuring comforting things and rubbing his back. 

In retrospect he understands the kind of a picture they make and can hardly blame the nurse who comes in with an IV. She is an older alpha that always fusses over him. And YS is too out of it to participate in a conversation when she asks how long they know him and SH says that's it's been almost two years. The nurse looks surprised and then delighted as she says"I know it's not my business and some ppl are weird about relationships between omegas, but I'm so happy to know he has you! You can't imagine how many partners leave the omega who got pregnant from a rap3, as if it's their fault. You are great for staying and you can come with him for the check ups, we are quite progressive here!"

She leaves and YS is completely rigid not able to breathe, with his face still smushed into SH shoulder. Hj makes a raw wounded sound but SH only hugs YS tighter and says "Not now. We will talk about this later."And YS hopes that later means never but he is off the hook for now so he just clings on. 

HJ and SH take YS to their place after that and he is so grateful that they are not asking more questions so he goes along with them and let's them push him into a shower and into the softest pj's and into their bed where he just drifts off right away.

Next morning YS wakes up and even though he is dreading the conversation, it was also the best sleep he had in months, surrounded by their scents, so if there was ever a time he

was even halfway ready, it was then.

As he emerges from the bathroom, there is a tasty breakfast. SH and HJ look terrible like they haven't slept at all and maybe cried all night so even if YS didn't want to talk he felt like he owed them honesty for all the stress he caused them. 

So after breakfast they move to the couch and he tells them that yeah, it's what happened when he went to the countryside. 

"Did someone in your family..." 

"What? Oh no. It was a random alpha. I was in the fields alone at night and he was in a rut. I haven't even seen his face. It was so sudden and then, I was in pre-heat and it... kicked it off all the way, so I barely remember anything at all." 

The fact that assault made his heat start early is something YS can't really think about, it makes him hyperventilate and make all the sounds and vision go dark and muffled so he doesn't dwell on it. 

Just like he can't think how the existence of the baby instantly put him in the protective mode. It's not as much a decision he made as some nature's great imperative working through him, moving the axis of his entire being, sprouting love and care where there was none while he was still very much aware how alien and rapidly occurring those feelings were.

In many ways his own reactions, no doubt fueled by massive hormonal changes, feel even more violating and YS tries his best not to think about that either. He is intent on not thinking or feeling anything at all but that's so much harder when he has to explain things to them.

HJ keeps fidgeting with his sleeves "Why didn't you tell us, you know we would-"

"Stay with me? Yeah. I know you would. That's why I couldn't do that. The choice was taken away from me and I couldn't do that with you too. I wanted to know your honest opinion and you told me."

HJ is frowning but SH nods at him. "It was your call to make and you did and we can respect that. I understand why but I just wish you didn't cut us off so suddenly. You know that we misunderstood the situation badly and went through a heartbreak. You know we still... l- care."

They talk it out some more. And YS has to clamp down on his feelings hard when SH reiterates that they are friends and won't abandon him. Bc tiny part of him was hoping for more but also there is a relief that they don't just fold their lives around him, even though HJ is still

not saying much until he insists that YS stay with them until he is in the clear with doctors. 

And so it's decided and YS starts living with them. HJ takes it upon himself to research everything pregnancy related when he realizes that YS has no clue about his own condition.

As the one with the most flexible schedule he also takes it upon himself to drive him to all the appointments and start going with as well and not correcting everyone assuming they are partners. 

YS doesn't quite know what to do with all of that so he quietly allows himself to be

taken care off. Also HJ starts BUYING stuff. Some special pillows and clothing when he found out YS never got anything like that and vitamins and more and more. As always buying shit is his way to deal with anxiety and after some initial reluctance, YS just lets him.

It's different with SH. It's almost like there are two different ways he treats YS. If they just watch a drama or talk about work or anything like that, it's almost like it was when they just started dating. SH is smiley and teasy and affectionate. Cooking all his favorite meals.

But as soon as anything pregnancy related comes up, he becomes very distantly polite and reserved. YS knows that he is not comfortable with the whole thing and especially how HJ hyperfixated on his research and how many things start getting delivered and filling up their place.

YS tries to do the right thing and move back to his apartment as a month later he is pronounced to be in great health but the truth is he IS terrible at taking care of himself and more so in a current state. He is still spacy and missing big chunks of his day. 

They know it and HJ insists that he stay with them and so he does, slowly turning their living room into a nest, without even thinking. YS is very aware that SH doesn't ask him to stay but he doesn't object either so YS defaults to once again latch on to what they are willing to give him. Guilt and dread always close to the surface in his heart. 

Until it all blows up. HJ orders a fancy high-tech crib and he is struggling to assemble it, refusing help from YS who could clearly see all the ways he was doing it wrong and so giggling in his hands, when SH comes back from work.

SH looks over them and asks what is that. And HJ mumbles something about scrapped metal and YS explains it's a crib. SH is like... a crib... to be put where? HJ pauses and looks up alarmed by his tone and he is like well, it wasn't decided yet. 

And SH's expression darkens bc

Wasn't it? Wasn't it decided, considering he is assembling it right here. Next to the nest. And that's the first time either of them acknowledge that YS has built one on the couch. YS looks at it in panic bc it is right there, with their hoodies and towels and plushies mixed in.

HJ stands up and asks SH what is his problem and SH says nothing but HJ insists and so he starts quietly saying that maybe he would have appreciated being consulted on decisions like this, maybe they could discuss things about changing their apartment or LIFE for that matter but

Clearly HJ is too busy being happy and playing house with YS and apparently his opinion is not really necessary on it. Not like HJ asked his opinion on anything recently. Not like they even had much of a relationship by this point that didn't revolve around YS and his pregnancy.

And YS starts grabbing some of his things, determined to leave asap. HJ is not even saying anything, he is silently crying. SH looks at YS tired and defeated and says to not be stupid and put things down and it's that moment that YS breaks and starts screaming at him. 

That's exactly what he knew would happen. He KNOWS SH hates the idea of parenthood. He knows it brings up his terrible childhood. That's what he was trying to avoid all along! They brought him back and now he ruined their lives just like he knew he would! SH tells him something but he can't hear and can't even fight a hug SH locks him in. 

Can't fight being tugged to the couch into his nest. SH is there still hugging him and then HJ is there too and it's the first time they lay in his nest and YS can't help crying harder at how right it feels.

They don't really fall asleep but it takes a long time until anyone can speak. HJ is the one to start and he apologizes to SH for not seeing how he was hurting, for hiding away in his research and purchasing frenzy so that he could ignore all the fundamental issues they were dancing around. Like the one where he really loves YS and absolutely wants to be a part of his life forever, especially as a partner if he is allowed to. And YS has to clutch his hand and nod. 

SH then apologizes to YS bc he didn't deserve any of this. It's not even that he hates the idea of parenthood. He is just terrified. He is nowhere near to being ready, he won't do a good job, HJ is so much better than him at this already, they would make for a great family and he doesn't see where he would fit in there. YS and HJ both try to assure him and it's not like he doesn't know that many of his fears are just that but it doesn't make them less real. 

But he does want to be with YS, with both of them, baby and all.

They all agree that they need therapy and do they need it! It takes months of active work for them to even scratch the surface, mostly for YS.

They decide to restart their relationship for the third time. Starting with going on dates, doing silly (but also very serious) proper courting, slowly reintroducing intimacy. They manage to get back to having a s3x life for a while until it's too much work for the heavily pregnant YS and while he is afraid of birth he kind of also can't wait for that to happen so they could go back to it. 

And he is not really 100% ok but he is getting a little better every day and he actually starts believing that he has a life full of love ahead of him to get there. 

End.

[wordy-little-witch]

Hiii i miss sending u anon stuff isjzjsz im studying for exams😭😭💀💀 i wish i have the discipline to study consistently aaaaa

Can i request the 7 minutes in heaven shuggy prompt? And maybe a treasure hunt w/ the crossgild trouple? Tysm wordy ur posts have been like a destressor somewhat (also an angst fest cuz wtf the rayeligh shit HURTED- do u have more of it? Lmao also shanks in the tags, him being protective is wat i live for platonically or romantically❤️❤️)

Hiiii honey!!! I'm happy to hear from you ♡♡ I'm proud of you for studying and good luck with your exams, you can do it!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡ ((Also mood I struggle with routine and yet thrive with routine. It's a cosmic pain))

I can do two lil bits I think for this ♡ I'll separate them out, so one here, another later on ((I'll add on to this one)) ♡

As for the Rayliegh bit - hhhh yeah. Listen. LiStEn. If I can't afford therapy to resolve my parental and sibling issues then I'll sure as shit hurt my blorbo and make everyone watch teehee dw about it cute boy things.

And Shanks is plveru protective and also so dynamic. He has Le Range. He's a beloved character with a laundry list of Traumatic Lore and so little screen time you could do damn near anything and it's arguably canonical. I love him. I also love to make him an absolute hot mess gremlin bc he deserves it ♡♡

Onto the fun stuff!!!!!

Shuggy -> Seven Minutes in Heaven

This was worse than the get along shirt, Buggy grumbled angrily, screwing his eyes shut and bonking his head into the wall. A foot pressed against his shin, igniting the sudden, vicious urge to kick out and hope to hit something Specific in the dark. He held it at bay, just giving a slow sigh.

Voices drifted by overhead, mostly chipper, a decent chunk slurred. Buggy pouted.

"Um... Bugs?"

"What," he snapped, curling tighter into a ball. He heard more than saw Shanks flinch back a little.

"I... um.... I just...." There was a shuffle in the tiny storage closet, earning a blind glower from the blue haired cabin boy.

"Spit it out, fuckface!"

"I'm sorry."

There was silence for a moment. Buggy tried breathing slowly, in through the nose, out through the mouth, just the way Cap had taught him. He let out the breath for a few second, one, two, three, four. "It's.... not your fault," he said at last, trying to keep his breathing steady. "We weren't even really fighting."

"Old man Rayleigh should learn to tell the difference," the redhead scoffed quietly. "We were training...." He shifted slightly. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard."

Buggy snorted. "Please. You punch like a civilian."

"Civilians can punch heads off of necks," Shanks shot back teasingly, moving blindly in the dark to nudge the other's leg. "I'll have to keep that in mind."

"No, dumbass, but they could knock my head off. I'm still not.... used to this." He popped off his fingers, one at a time. The soft clicks or detachment and reattachment echoed in the dark.

"... I'm sorry for that too."

"Shut up, I don't need your pity."

The other moved suddenly, and Buggy bit back a squeak as hands grappled in the black before clamping onto his shoulders. A forehead bumped his own, a bit too high before nuzzling lower. He could feel the heat from the other boy's skin sinking into his own, and he prayed that the force of his blush didn't ACTUALLY make his nose glow the way Cap and Crocus teased him about.

"It's not pity," Shanks said roughly. He shook the other the slightest bit before sighing. "It's empathy."

"The hell are you-?!"

"Just-! Listen, Buggy!" Shanks tilted his head, his nose brushing Buggy's and drawing a soft sound from the younger boy. "You wanted the treasure and I startled you. The map fell into the sea. And I'm sorry. You loved swimming, and even I could see how much the sea loved you, too. You've got sea salt in your veins and waves in your hair, you always always have, and now you can't lay out in the water like a siren anymore and it hurts you! I know it does. You're my best friend, my better half, and I hurt you. I caused your pain. And I will never forgive that. So I'm sorry."

".... they'renot real."

"What?"

Buggy swallowed, his own hands moving, one gripping to a strong forearm, the other at a baggy shirt on the redhead's side. "Sirens. They're not real. Just stories, remember? Even Captain said."

There was a brief moment before Shanks chuckled. "Maybe," he breathed, his lashes tickling against Buggy's own. "But I believe in them. Beautiful beings who sing wonderful songs and lure sailors into parts unknown...."

"Why?"

"Because I'd never hesitate to follow you anywhere, Buggy. You say my name and I'm yours. I know sirens are real because you're real."

Suddenly the cramped darkness felt far warmer. Buggy tried to quiet his gasp. "S-Stupid Shanks...?"

"Pretty Buggy."

There was movement and then there was heat on his nose, his cheeks, his lips. And Buggy squirmed, pushing and pulling until their bodies slotted together perfectly, a hand dipping under his beanie to grip cerulean hair as straw tickled his wrist as his own cupped the back of a neck. Breathless, boneless, they clung and basked and pulled closer, closer closer. Buggy was growing dizzy, but it was pleasant, comfortable, warm, safe and he'd never felt so-

Blinded.

His body suddenly was sent sprawling, light piercing his eyes, and then he coughed a wheeze as a heavy weight crushed his ribcage, his lip smarting as teeth sunk into it.

Shanks pushed himself up, rubbing his eyes and squinting.

Buggy glared through his tears.

Rayleigh looked gobsmacked. "Oh. I was... not expecting that. Hmm." He glanced between the two for a moment before turning on his heel. "Use protection, this is above my pay grade."

Shanks huffed a mild, embarassed laugh. Buggy simply wanted to die.

[purble-turble]

Wukong pretending to yandere macaque hes only falling in love with macaque and wants them to be together alone, and pretending to yandere azure that hes only falling in love with azure; all in an attempt to get them to turn on each other.

Unfortunately for him, azure and macaque have already fallen in love, and even though the yanderes doesnt realize it, they want a trouple and will both do anything to make that happen ( both act like they need the other in case wukong goes haywire, but its really an excuse by now)

This is awesome. Though, honestly, Wukong does not seem like he is very good at deception in my opinion. He's so strong he probably is used to brute forcing his way through most situations, and not having to be sneaky like that. Not that he isn't intelligent, but rather he's not as good at manipulating others as Macaque and Azure definitely are.

But yes, Mac and Azure falling for each other without even realizing it, and finding themselves strangely disappointed when Wukong confesses to them that he ONLY loves them and they should skip out on the third wheel.. yes! I love it haha! Instead of being excited and wanting to run off with him as Wukong expects, they each in turn try to argue, telling him that he'll grow to love the three of them being all together like this, and it's really confusing for the Monkey King because he thought he had these guys all figured out but there's definitely something going on here that he doesn't understand.

[aurumacadicus]

It's almost like people forget that they are more sides to every story. Of course it seems like steve and bucky were wrong because Tony doesn't understand their pov/thoughts, and vise versa. Tony is likely used to having to decide (and pay) for everything and uses hospney to show his love, while Bucky and Steve feel steamed rolled and prefer discussions as a couple/trouple. But people are too busy forcing their opinions onto others, especially the author.

Yeah like my biggest reveal in the sequel was going to be that... Pepper loved when Tony did that when they were together. If she goes on vacation she doesn't want to make any decisions. She does enough of that at work. If it were up to her, she wouldn't even fucking leave her blanket burrito at home and eat nothing but pita chips and hummus for a week. Tony knows what she likes and always planned accordingly (because for Tony, he's happy as long as he's with someone he loves and that person is enjoying themselves). So she happily put all their important dates in JARVIS's calendar and Tony just. Planned everything when JARVIS said one of those dates was coming up. She made decisions at work and he made decisions at home. It worked for them so well that Tony figured that was really all he had to do.

And up until the big anniversary reveal, Steve and Bucky enjoyed it too. They can tell that this is Tony's love language. They just didn't account for it to swell into a weeklong vacation that they had no say in. Everything Tony did beforehand was small scale (sports viewing, restaurants, theme parks, maybe a day trip to a cabin he already owned but not far from Manhattan just in case of villainy ya know). He escalated wildly for their anniversary and it's not anyone's fault unless it's everyone's fault, but no one cares because oh no Tony is sad. It was Tony's own fucking fault he was sad! And Steve and Bucky feel bad that they didn't talk to him about it instead of just not showing up at the airport because they realize they can't get mad at Tony for not communicating when they also failed to tell him how hurt and blindsided they were that he planned everything without their input.

(In the sequel, they actually try and make a run for the airport when they realize Tony's bags are gone and he was serious about going on the trip even if they don't come. They are absolutely devastated when they see Tony's jet taking off as they speed to the airfield. The reason it takes so long for them to get there is literally because they're not Tony Stark. They had no idea until that moment how much longer and how much more difficult it is to rent a plane and file a flight plan and arrange a rental car when no one knows who you are.)

Like literally if it had been kept to "aw Tony how sad :(" and "you're right, author, it's weird that Tony just put in their vacation time for them," I could have posted the sequel and fixed everything. But nah I'm not going to open myself up to abuse like that again.

[bellysoupset]

alrighty hiii 🦦 it’s been so long but i’m back!!!! i stopped reading for a bit bc life got busy but also bc i had to literally put myself on restriction from your blog bc i was fr obsessed and constantly checking to see if you had updated when you were on your break and so one day i was just kinda like “wow let’s be a lil more normal abt this i think i need a break too” HAHAHAHAH so i kinda just forced myself to stop checking for a bit 💀 but then i was back reading and simply not commenting bc i couldn’t find the time hahahahah!

ANYWAYS im not super sure what the last shtuff i commented on was but i do know it was around the time you were introducing max!!! so first off i wanted to say that I LOVE HIM <333 i was a lil weary at first but he grew on me and omg the fic where we get to hear his thoughts as/after vin takes care of him???? SOB

NOW. while i do love max, i don’t know how i feel abt the idea of a vin/wen/max throuple🤠 so i’ve been STRESSED LMAO💀 i think im just super protective of wen and i absolutely LOVE wen and vin together so so so much that the thought of anything changing SCARES ME sm😭 and like,, what if things dont work out and vin and wen end up breaking up bc of it???? i’d sob for days. i think more than anything though it’s that thing you/someone mentioned abt the throuple trope needing to be super careful in terms of not just making it wen+vin and max+vin separately, but actually them all liking one another romantically and sexually, and it’s just hard for me to visualise that happening between max and wen? but also,, we haven’t seen them interact too much yet which is super exciting bc there’s so much to explore!!! so while i’m scared abt it, im also super intrigued and i simple CANNOT WAIT FOR THE MIGRAINE FIC YOU TEASED!!!!! pls make it long and maybe a lil angsty 🤭����🫶🏽 i’m super excited to see how their dynamic turns out to be in this situation!!!!

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Oh my god, OTTER!! How are you babe?!!

JHsahfdsakj you described me exactly when I was on break, I had to uninstall tumblr from my phone because I couldn't stop lurking. I hope life is treating you well, darling!

Max has the super power of growing on people like mold <3 I know the trouple won't be everyone's cup of tea, but I hope you guys will trust me on this journey and hang in there.

I'm not entirely sold either, I'm just letting these characters take the wheel and I have made a promise to myself of not forcing anything on this blog. It's my "sparks joy self indulgent" corner, I mean, I'm writing sickness porn, I think if there's one place I need to be self indulgent it's here.

In my real life I'm a very planned author, I have outlines and I'm actually taking care with pace and wording and always checking with beta readers.... Here I want it to be relaxed and to just happen naturally.

So no, Vince/Wendy are NOT breaking up, no matter how the trouple pans out or don't, there's no world where I'd do that, I really enjoy my pairings!! And I'm very excited to hear your thoughts in the recent fics and the interactions between Wen/Max, oh ye of little faith 😂😂

[ceilidho]

I really adore ghost/soap/reader (IF DONE RIGHT) bc usually when fans make a trouple in other fandoms the characters don’t even work well together and it feels so forced yknow. Also poly isn’t even my thing but for them I’d do anything.

But with them it’s like they’re a single unit and they just work really well together and make sense.

Like I could see Soap being attracted to Ghost and it doesn’t seem forced or like it came out of nowhere and vice versa. I would even bat an eye.

Sorry if some of these sentences don’t make sense I just really wanted to talk about with you, also English isn’t even my first language.

I totally get it! Also your comment totally makes sense, don’t worry about that at all

Yeah I def have different versions of ghost and soap that I play around with (I like writing them as purely besties too) but this is probably the first “throuple” (notwithstanding that this is still a reader insert relationship lmaoo) that I’ve really gelled with. There’s something about it that just really works for me and I’m glad other people feel the same!

[skloomdumpster]

For when you're feeling bored: pick 3 of the characters below that you'd like to see in a polycule and tell us what those relationships would be like in your opinion

Sky, bloom, stella, beatrix, riven, aisha, grey, s2!sam, marco, flora

I'm *always* bored anon, my brain works a mile a minute, so this is very very lovely.

The ot3 I think would actually have any chance of thriving is Riven, Flora and Grey. Grey is a very chill person, Flora is reckless as fuck, Riven somehow balances out in the middle of this duo, having to force Grey to not be a bore, but also having to be the voice of reason for Flo. Grey is still a bloodwitch and a liar and everyone gets hurt :]

Riven, Sky and Bloom could thrive too, granted with a little more fighting, because we know for a fact that Skyriv's love language is bullying each other and Sky is just such an absolute simp for Bloom that he'd have to spend many hours making up to Riv in order for them to have some balance.

Now the trouples I'd ACTUALLY want to watch?

Stella, Bea, Riven - hot and hotter, they'd slap and kick each other but also!! The sex, you know? The level of absolute depravity here. Oof

Stella, Sky, Riven - nothing is ever good enough and everything hurts. I love him (Sky), you're not good enough for him get out of my way. I'll cut you in pieces. The level of radiation here. Riven and Stella's hero worship of Sky, versus the crushing pressure that would push Sky right into his Absolute Asshole mode. Delicious. Bite each other's dicks off.

I'd happily watch Flora and Bloom get it on but that's less of an ot3, more of a me thing

I don't think Aisha or Sam can share to save their lives. Sam can be coerced into threesomes, but it's not his scene. Aisha would kill herself before sharing, girl was jealous of her one-week best friend, c'mon.

[thatfeelingwhentheshowisover]

Twin Force

Link = Linoan

Gannon = Luareal

Joruk = fighter momma(Goron)

Marilia = explorer mom(Rito)

Amilla = shoppe keep mummy(Hylian)

The trouple run a shoppe in Hyrule(Hateno Village) and sell wares from distant lands. Linoan was adopted back home while Luareal was found by Marida in the desert, on the same day.

Story summary

Character descriptions

[dolokhoded]

What did you think of the trouple dynamic in the bway revival? The revival is prob my least favourite version I've seen (I do still enjoy it tho, cause jcs), but I did quite like that dynamic + it has my fav Mary, and one of the best Herod's imo. Jesus sucks ass tho-

Also-

my #1 criticism fr NO BLOOD ?????????

okay. positives first. herod ATE THAT UP you're right.

however, i don't think i loved the characterization in general in this ???? not that anyone acted bad. except for jesus he just stood around a lot i didn't like him. but yknow mary and judas were both very good performers and i still didn't like them, just not for me i guess. not a big fan of the throuple dynamic purely because in What World do judas and mary get along be so for real their only interaction in the entire script is judas slut shaming her. it felt to me like they kind of forced her character into this too much and as a result she was very watered down ? also the entire production was so focused on the judas jesus mary triangle that the whole show felt off. the disciples technically were there but had zero presence or reason to be there because everything was going on between mary, judas and jesus and while the whole weird queer drama is just between them it felt like they weren't really a group of people. just the three of them, and then everyone else was just random people following. and while it doesn't really impact the plot that much it does kind of change the perspective of the show and idk i don't like it. there wasn't that aspect of the lot of them being a team anymore so that crowd being there just came off as jesus' whole thing being very preachy kingly worshippy in a weird way which i didn't like. ensemble is very important to me in every show and when it loses its personality it kind of icks me and while the apostles don't really contribute to the plot they're an active ensemble, they're not passive. just a little useless <3.

anyways sorry i trailed off, i didn't care for the love triangle. mostly for mary's sake. it felt like forcing her into a different trope to give her depth and personality and distinguish her from the rest rather than actually working with who she is while at the same time judas shared a lot of aspects that were originally part of jesus' and mary's dynamic and for me it kind of took away from her instead of elevating her.

also i'm still mad they took away could we start again please from peter BRING HIM BAACKKK

also the staging felt very awkward to me a lot of the time. idk. not a big fan of this one.