#hq polycules

[osamusbigtits]

bokuakasunaosa headcanons for my dear kennedy (@monstrsball)

they all get together through akaashi because akaashi wouldn't stop flirting with osamu

suna would never say no to a third. or fourth.

i think bokuto was a little (lot) more hesitant about the whole thing. like not because he didn't like suna and osamu, but he had never even thought about being poly and the thought of sharing akaashi made him feel weird and he didn't know what to do at first

although, spending more time with suna and osamu opened bokuto to the idea of letting akaashi date sunaosa but bokuto wouldn't get involved

and then bokuto started doing occasional morning jogs with suna and bokuto fell for suna surprisingly fast after that

and then osaamu after that

bokuto and osamu are both super physically affectionate. so its just them constantly showing love to each other and their boyfriends.

bokuto and osamu often pull akaashi away from his computer, they will literally pick him up and carry him away while akaashi complains

(one of them always saves akaashi's work when this happens, do not worry)

they are all so used to the distance. anytime they can find to spend together, they will, but they all four have nightly facetimes and call each other and text as often as possible

akaashi makes the travel to bring osamu and bokuto food

boktuo loves it

osamu often returns the favor and gives akaashi even more food than he could possibly eat

akaashi also visits suna more often than the other two do, just because he has a bit more flexibility in his schedule for it

and they both like to have quiet moments together without their louder boyfriends around

during the off season, suna lives with osamu and bokuto stays with akaashi

they'll make the trip in pairs to visit each other a lot

bokuto demands they have a date night every week

so that may just be watching a movie together over facetime (or discord or some other similar platform) or when they're together, they'll have game nights, sometimes they'll all go out to eat together (from a restaurant that osamu chooses)

yeah this is all i have for now. you can ask for specifics if you would like :3

[viridianv0id]

two very different reactions to being called pretty

Comet @faefrosting

HQ @h3ad-quarters / Mallard @z-50-chimera

[asnymoon]

₊˚. Asanoyatanakiyo oneshot - Tricky question .˚₊

✧ Masterlist | Socmed aus | Fanfics ✧

[freakurodani]

sugawara koushi and all his cringefail men

[hetheymerrill]

Insane guy who just found out that you can leave synth Shaun in Railroad HQ indefinitely if you want: I have to make a flowchart.

[shions-heart]

The Harbinger

Read Complete Fic on AO3!

Rating: M

Pairings: Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou, Goshiki Tsutomu/Shirabu Kenjirou, Semi Eita/Tendou Satori

Other Relationships: Ushijima Wakatoshi/Tendou Satori, Shirabu Kenjirou & Ushijima Wakatoshi, Shirabu Kenjirou & Tendou Satori, Goshiki Tsutomu & Tendou Satori

Themes/Tropes: Magic AU, Demon Hunter AU, Demon AU, Self-Discovery, Identity Issues, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Quest Narrative, Team as Family, Polyamory

Shirabu shifts away. “I said I want to be alone,” he snaps, immediately regretting it when he sees Semi freeze.

Semi’s hand closes into a fist as it lowers to his side. “Fine,” he says quietly. “But your thoughts are only going to get louder if you’re by yourself. Trust me, I know.”

“I can handle my thoughts,” Shirabu mutters.

“We want to help you.” Semi lifts his hand helplessly to the side.

“You can’t even talk about it!” Shirabu exclaims, louder than he means to. “You all just act like it never even happened! Like I didn’t almost kill you all!” He throws his hands up in agitation. “Everyone’s playing pretend, and it’s fucked up! We’re not this normal happy little family, and I’m sick of everyone acting like it is!”

Semi looks shocked, his eyes widening. “We just want you to feel safe and loved,” he says. “To know we’re not afraid of you.”

“MAYBE YOU SHOULD BE!”

Plagued by nightmares and the knowledge of his demon heritage, Shirabu Kenjirou goes on a quest to track down and kill his biological father. Accompanied by his friends, he must traverse various demon realms and the horrors within, all while resisting the pull of his demonic energy that continues to grow stronger and threatens to destroy everything he holds dear.

[future-of-freedom]

Surge was waltzing through Restoration HQ when she spotted Whisper, standing in the plaza all by herself. A cheeky grin grew on her face and she zipped over to the wolf.

"Heya, gut for brains," she teased, "Swallow another planet today?"

Whisper whipped her head to the tenrec and scowled. She opened her mouth to retort, but stopped herself. Her eyes widened and she stared past Surge at something behind her. Surge turned and saw...

Herself. And Trip. Standing at a chilidog stand and buying a couple dogs. Trip scarfed down her chilidog in an instant, making the other Surge laugh.

"Geez, Spikes. At least chew before you swallow!"

"Sorry," Trip rubbed her head sheepishly, "It was really good..."

ATN!Surge chuckled and held out her chilidog in front of the lizard.

"Ya want mine too?"

Trip pat her belly and burped, "Urgh. No thanks."

"Aw, come on," ATN!Surge smirked, wrapping her arm around Trip and rubbing her sizable tummy, "You suddenly tired of being a living trash compactor?"

"Shut up," Trip rolled her eyes.

Surge cackled and took a bite of her chilidog. The pair laughed for a moment before spotting their small audience. Trip smiled a little and waved at the wolf and other tenrec.

"Ah, shit, did we go through another wormhole?" ATN!Surge groaned, as FOF!Whisper awkwardly waved at ATN!Trip. "You know what, don't answer that. There's another me, of course we did."

FOF!Surge snorted. Then, she looked closer at her counterpart with her hand on the sungazer's stomach and realized something.

"Hold on, I remember you... you're the thot me!"

ATN!Surge tossed her chili dog up in the air and marched forward, electricity crackling while her girlfriend quickly caught it. "Ohhh, yeah! And you're the inferior me who can't get more than one bitch!"

...and FOF!Surge did the same, until their heads were pressed together. "That 'bitch' is still hotter than all your hoes combined!"

"NRAAAAAAAGH-"

And inevitably, both of them were bolting around the Restoration, duking it out. ATN!Trip shuffled beside FOF!Whisper nervously.

"H-hoe...?" she pouted.

"She's like that with a lot of people, don't worry. Still, I'm missing some context, I believe," the wolf said, deadpan.

"I-I think that Surge has met mine before," ATN!Trip explained. "I remember them getting into a fight over the exact same thing..."

"What thing?"

"That we're in a polycule."

That got FOF!Whisper surprised.

"Wow, the gremlin actually pulled that off?" she snorted. "Getting with Jewel was mind boggling already, but this is just shocking."

Both Surges stopped fighting briefly to say, "I HEARD THAT, YOU WALKING ISLAND!!!" and got right back to it.

FOF!Whisper chuckled.

"So your Surge pokes fun at your body too..." ATN!Trip noticed, a bit sad. "Does that hurt?"

"It's Surge. She tries to get under my skin every single day," FOF!Whisper answered, rolling her eyes. "It's annoying at worst."

ATN!Trip nodded understandably and looked at the chili dog in her hand.

"What's weird, though, is my Surge is aware of my tubby body, but doesn't make fun of it. And whenever she does comment on it, it's endearingly..." the sungazer said. "Why is that...?"

FOF!Whisper sighed and pat her on the shoulder.

"Simple; it's because she loves you," she told her with a smile. "I may not have the best relationship with Surge, but I'll give her credit where it's due; when she loves someone, she shows it with her whole chest."

She and ATN!Trip watched as FOF!Surge chomped on ATN!Surge's arm, while the latter kept punching her in the head. "And I guess that goes for both of our Surges."

The wolf's words got ATN!Trip to grin gleefully.

Then, right at their feet, a wormhole opened up on the floor.

And that got the attention of both Surges. ATN!Surge saw that her counterpart was distracted, so she clocked her in the face.

"HA! Got the last hit in!"

And in a flash, she was in front of FOF!Whisper and ATN!Trip. She grabbed the latter by her arm. "C'mon, quick! We're leaving!"

"What? W-wait! At least let me say goodbye-!"

They both saw FOF!Surge charging at them with the intent to kill.

"...onsecondthoughtgogOGO-"

Still holding on to the sungazer, ATN!Surge jumped through, with FOF!Surge barely missing her. FOF!Whisper, who had sidestepped to the right, watched as she faceplanted and skidded on the ground.

"...huh," was all she could say, as FOF!Surge kept her head low, slamming her fist on the floor and cursing under her breath.

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

The Rift - Chapter Three

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Marcus Acacius x Marcus Pike x f!Reader

Rating: Chapter is T, overall fic is E (18+ only, explicit smut)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Bad Latin, language barriers, lots of yearning, Marcus Acacius is Very Hot and no one knows what to do about it

Summary: Marcus Pike shows up at your door in the middle of the night with a very broad man in Roman armor in tow. Armed with only your Classical studies education and a Latin-English dictionary, you do your best to help.

A/N: Okay, we've got three of the four members of this grammatically insane polycule in the same space! Only one more to go! I wonder how a certain Leader of the Heroics is doing.... Just a reminder, to keep everyone sane, the POV character is called out by name at the beginning of each POV switch.

Masterlist | Chapter Two | Next chapter>>

(You)

At around the same time that the leader of the Heroics was impatiently waiting for his coffee maker to finish brewing, you’re startled awake by loud, forceful knocking on your door. 

Going from ‘asleep’ to ‘instant dread’ in the span of two seconds makes your body feel like it’s short-circuiting. You tumble out of bed, grabbing the nearest object to potentially use as a weapon. You examine your choice–Stephen King’s The Stand, and shrug internally. I mean, if any book could be a blunt weapon… 

With your fingers white-knuckled around the thick spine, you peer carefully through the peephole to find–

“Marcus!?”

You yank open the door to find the Special Agent of your dreams standing on your welcome mat. “What the hell? Do you have any idea what time–”

“It was an emergency,” the Agent says quickly, holding up his hands in supplication. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know who else to call.” The dread returns to the pit of your chest. “Marcus, oh God, are you okay? What happened? What’s wrong?”

“It’s not me, it’s um. Well, let me show you.” He grimaces, then pushes someone else out from behind the corner and into view. 

It’s a man–a very large man. A large, broad man wearing a dress. No, wait. That’s not a dress, that's…

“Marcus,” you say carefully. “Why is there a man dressed in Roman armor on my doorstep.

“Marcus,” the man repeats, and slaps his chest. 

“Yes, that’s right,” the Agent says tiredly, as though he’s gone through this several times in the past hour. “This is Marcus. He’s from the Rift. I... kind of almost hit him with my car.”

“Car,” the Roman says, nodding seriously. He looks you up and down in a way that makes heat creep to your cheeks, and says something in a language that you don’t understand, but seems oddly familiar.

“Oh my God,” you murmur to yourself. “He speaks Latin.”

“I’m kind of at a loss,” Marcus, your Marcus says with a tired sigh. “I don’t know whether to call someone at Heroics, HQ, or… I dunno. I mean, who the fuck do you call when you have… a Roman?”

“Hang on.” You hold up a finger and dash over to your office, which is really just a tiny room off of the living room filled to the brim with shelves and shelves of books, with a tiny desk squeezed in between.

“You should get rid of your old college textbooks,” you say to yourself in a mocking tone. “How many times are you going to move house, and you still have all these books taking up space? Well, the joke’s on you, Linda, because I’ve got a Roman Centurion in my kitchen and the man of my dreams showed up at my door at three in the morning because he needs my help and this is my moment, dammit.” Your finger finally lands on the text you were looking for–a dog-eared copy of Oxford’s Latin-English Dictionary with a broken spine and part of the front matter missing. On a whim, you grab the first book next to it, Ovid’s Metamorphoses in the original Latin, and race back to Marcus and… other Marcus. 

“Salve,” you begin, and the Roman’s eyes snap to yours. 

Marcus Pike grins as though you’ve hung the stars.

Flipping through the pages frantically, you manage to string together your first sentence.

“You… are… safe… with… us.”

You hope you conjugated the verb correctly. 

The Roman murmurs something back, speaking slowly and deliberately, understanding that this is very much not your native tongue. He repeats it twice, until your face dawns with understanding. 

“Where am I?”

“Jesus, can we start with an easier one?” you chuckle to yourself. After some quick thinking, you manage to explain to Roman Marcus that he is in a different country, very far away from the world he knows.

The man shakes his head. “Quam?” he murmurs to no one in particular. 

That’s a tough one, too. You have no idea how to explain black holes and time rifts in Latin. 

You make a face, putting your hands up and shrugging your shoulders in an exaggerated pantomime of, “I don’t know.”

The man nods slowly. You feel awful for him, really. Stranger in a strange land. He must be terrified.

“Famelicus,” he says. 

You don’t know that one. You flip through the pages to find the F’s. 

“Famelicus,” he repeats, pointing to his stomach. “Panis?”

“Oh shit, yeah,” you whisper. “Of course you’re hungry.” You turn to the cupboard that serves as your pantry and search for something he’d recognize. You pull out half of a baguette and hold it up hesitantly. The man rips it from your grasp almost comically and begins to tear pieces off of it with his teeth, devouring the bread with gusto. 

“This is surreal,” Pike murmurs under his breath. 

When the Roman finishes eating, he seems almost as interested in the clear plastic wrapping than in the bread itself. He stares at it, brow furrowed with a deep frown of concentration as he crinkles the plastic over and over again in his fist. 

“I hate to ask, but can we… can we crash here until morning when I can think straight and figure out what the hell to do with this guy?” Marcus asks, looking pained. 

“Yeah, ‘course,” you reassure him. “I’ll help you. We’ll get him back to where he needs to go, or... find the person who can. In the morning.”

“In the morning,” Marcus nods, smiling gratefully. 

Turning to the Roman again, you say haltingly, “Somnus. Nox. Somnus?” Sleep. Night. 

The Roman also looks relieved at the prospect of sleep. 

“Uh, cubile,” you say, gesturing at the couch and indicating he can use it as a bed. You’re about to go rummage in your linen closet for a spare blanket and maybe a pillow, but Marcus the Roman strides confidently over to the couch, lies down, and is snoring within seconds. 

“Woah,” you remark, laughing to yourself. “Shit, Marcus, I only have the one couch…”

“I’ll take the recliner,” he says quickly, pointing to the battered, second-hand Lazy Boy in the corner of your living room. “Listen,” he swallows thickly, looking up at you with those deep brown eyes that make you melt in any situation, much less in the middle of the night in your dark living room. “Thank you. I didn’t know where else to go, and you–Well, if anyone can speak a dead language conversationally, it would be you.” His voice is soft and earnest, and you want to tell him anything at all, Marcus, anything for you but you force yourself to bite your tongue.

“It’s no problem,” you assure him. “Honestly. I mean, talk about a Classicists dream, right? When do you ever get to use the stuff you learned in graduate school in the real world?”

Marcus chuckles softly. “Go get some sleep. We’ll tackle Mount Olympus in the morning, yeah?”

“That’s Greek, not Roman,” you snort.

He winks at you, and you will your knees not to buckle. “Whatever,” he teases playfully. 

“‘Night,” you say, hoping you don’t sound too breathless. Without waiting for a reply, you retreat to your bedroom before you can make a fool of yourself even further.

“‘Night,” Marcus returns softly, and when you turn to close the door, he’s still looking at you. 

(Pike)

Marcus awakens to the comforting sound of someone puttering quietly around the kitchen. He opens his eyes to see you–what a beautiful sight–reaching up on your tiptoes to take three mugs from the cupboard. The other Marcus is awake too, sitting at the kitchen table and watching your task with curiosity.

When he stirs from the recliner, you smile in greeting. “I made coffee,” you offer brightly. 

“Sainted being,” Marcus groans tiredly as he gets up from the chair, his joints creaking and protesting as he stands. 

“Cah-fee,” the Roman repeats as you pour the steaming liquid into three cups. 

“I don’t think you’re gonna like it,” you say with a chuckle as he reaches for one of the mugs. “It’s hot. Calidus. Be careful.”

“Care-fool,” the man nods seriously, and Marcus can’t help but smile at the bizarre domesticity of the scene. 

He sips cautiously, makes a face, and lets out a string of Latin that Marcus takes to understand that he didn’t like the coffee.

You snort. “I told you. How about, ah, milk?” You flip through your dictionary. “Lac? Lacte?” You take the quart out of your fridge and hold it up.

“Lac. Mil-k?” 

“Yes!” you squeal excitedly, spinning around to grab another cup. Before you can turn around, however, the Roman has managed to open the carton of milk himself and begins chugging from it. 

At your shocked expression when you turn back around, Marcus can’t help but let out a loud laugh. The other man stares at him questioningly, and he gestures to the cup. “The cup.”

“Cup,” the man repeats, and laughs too. 

“I’m gonna make some eggs,” you announce. “He should like that, you think?”

Marcus shrugs. “I don’t see why not.”

You hold up an egg for the man’s inspection. “Uh, ovum?” you ask.

His face brightens. “Sic, ovum,” he agrees. He stands and inspects the carton thoughtfully. “Quid est?” 

“Ovum,” you answer again, not understanding the question. 

“No.” The Roman picks one up carefully and points to himself. “Ovum,” he says patiently, then points to you.

Oh. Marcus grins. “I think he wants to know the word in English.”

“Egg,” you tell him. 

“Egg,” he repeats. The word seems to strike him as funny, because he repeats it several times, chuckling as he does. 

Now that understanding has been made, ‘Quid est?’ seems to be the man’s new favorite question. He repeats it over and over as you make breakfast, getting in your way in the process and generally causing chaos throughout the small apartment. Marcus tries his best to run interference, answering all of his questions to the best of his ability. Thankfully, he seems to stick to objects that are familiar to him–a pillow, chair, fork–rather than ask Marcus about the microwave, or, god forbid, his cell phone. He repeats every English word thoughtfully, in a thick accent and rumbling voice that he can’t help but find attractive. 

“Hey, you don’t think anyone else saw our friend here last night and said anything?” you say suddenly while the three of you sit around your kitchen table eating the eggs. 

Somehow, the thought hadn’t even crossed Marcus’s mind. “Shit, I dunno,” he admits.

“I’m gonna check the news.” you grab the remote off of the coffee table and switch on the TV. 

The noise and pictures emanating from the screen immediately cause Marcus to spit curses in Latin. He tries to rise from his chair in alarm, but you place your hand on his forearm and repeat several words in Latin softly and reassuringly, and the man calms. 

The local news is, as it has been since its arrival, fixated on the Rift. Everything seems as expected–normal seems to be the wrong word–until Marcus realizes what the anchor is saying. 

“ –was successfully closed around six am this morning. Joining us now is Marcus Moreno, leader of the Heroics, to give us an update on the situation.”

“What do they mean, ‘Closed?’” you ask with a frown. 

“Shh,” Marcus says. 

“Mr. Moreno, representatives from your team are saying that the portal is now closed, is this correct?” the anchor asks. 

“That’s right. The um… the security risk was too great, and we don’t really know what that kind of rip in the fabric of uh, you know, space and time, is capable of. Our team of physicists have been working on a solution day and night and I’m happy to announce that the Rift has disappeared completely and Pennsylvania Avenue should be reopening in the next few days as cleanup begins.”

“Is there any chance of it opening again?” the anchor asks. 

Marcus Moreno looks uncomfortable. “Listen, the… the math around this isn’t my strong suit, but my understanding is that these kinds of things–rifts in space and time–can only happen when an exponential amount of energy is released, so barring another supervillain somewhere out there with the same Black Hole bomb, there shouldn’t be any more Rifts opening in the nation’s capital anytime soon. Uh, thanks.”

“He’s always so stiff in interviews,” you comment. “You think he’s uncomfortable with the limelight, or what?”

“Are you being serious right now?” Marcus shakes his head in disbelief. “The portal is closed. The Rift is gone. And our friend here is trapped on the wrong side.”

“Oh, shit,” you breathe. “Oh, fuck. Marcus… what do we do?”

“I’m gonna go to Heroics HQ,” Marcus announces. “To talk to Moreno one-on-one and try to keep this situation quiet. He’s a good guy, he’ll use discretion.” “You know Marcus Moreno?”

“How is that your takeaw–nevermind. I mean, I don’t know him, but I’ve definitely come across him in professional settings in the past. Why?”

“He’s–” you laugh nervously. “It’s silly. I always kind of had a crush on him. Childhood celebrity crush, you know how it is.”

“Oh. Right.” Is it hot in here? Did someone raise the temperature in this room? Marcus can’t explain why the prospect of you finding the leader of the Heroics attractive eats at him so much, but the next thing that you say nearly makes him swallow his tongue.

“Actually, you resemble him a lot,” you comment nonchalantly. “You’ve got the same pretty brown eyes.”

The other Marcus chooses this moment to hold up his empty plate and ask, earnestly, “Egg?”

[franollie]

OC ask! Who are the girls? 👀

ID LOVE TO TALK ABOUT MY GIRLS ‼️‼️‼️

they're magical lesbian space cowgirls <3 well. more accurately they're bounty hunters. but anyways this is the main cast:

In this story, there's a super secret organization of bounty hunters that operate outside of the governments' jurisdiction. they kill people on the hush hush for others, politcal drama yadda yadda.

the actual bounty hunters (the ones who do the dirty work) are put onto teams made up of a pilot (the captain of sorts, the team leader if you will, and the one who physically pilots the main ship), a gunslinger (the fighter, the gunner, its pretty obvious what all that job entails), the wrangler (handles the H.O.R.S.3.s, the crew's functioning engineer), and the observer. now, you might be thinking "fran there's no observer on that relationship sheet" to which i say "hold your H.O.R.S.3s". In our main team, we have Olive (the "main character" in my mind as of rn), Inola, and Mary Anne. I don't want to spoil too much but uhhhh the polycule is in fucking shambles.

OK! onto my lovely middle aged woman yuri:

Each team is assigned an observer. Observers do exactly what their title suggests; they watch the team and how they function and relay information back to hq. If the team is struggling to get along to the point of it affecting their efficiency on jobs, the observer is required to tell HQ and HQ may do something to..eliminate the conflict.

Our main team's observer is Jo, a very tired woman in his early forties who wants nothing more than to quit his job and go live with the love of his life. He was a hunter when he was younger but now he craves a life of simplicity...alas he can't escape his duty..

Etta actually has nothing to do with the bounty hunters' organization. OR DO THEY? they're just a bartender on a planet that Jo frequents when he's in between jobs. OR ARE THEY?

[solitair-e]

hey guys its me. jeff from overwatch. im here to let you all know that here at overwatch we value* diversity. that's why we're here to let you all know that blizzard hq is a polyamory-friendly space, so long as your polycule consists of one tank, two dps, and two healers

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 10 thoughts:

Well. Ok then. Regent can do that I guess. I mean it makes sense given that it's basically a more extreme version of what we've seen him do so far. And with who is father is, family powers being related and all that.

Just get up in there and Yeerk someone.

Creepy as it is, I do have a hard time feeling bad for Shadow Stalker. I'm not claiming to be morally correct. But she fucked with my daughter and I'll take what I can get.

Watching Grue deal with Imp is just such older sibling wanting a break energy - "No we can't turn on the TV". I feel him so much. I'm glad Tattletale is willing to step in to help.

WHY MY BABIES FIGHTING? NO FIGHT!

I mean like, nothing like trying to kill each other to bring two lesbians closer together, I get it. But I just want more lunches with puppies and sharing jackets. My faith in Wolfspider is rock solid but this is still hard to watch.

Chatterbug/Smugbug is going a little better at least. Lisa is the one who already knew the truth about Taylor and seems to trust her fully.

Infiltrating the Wards HQ realistically went better than I expected. Weld was exactly on top of things as I thought he would be.

Imp's power is sooooo cool! I fucking love her.

🔥🪓

HOLY SHIT MY DAUGHTER COVERED HER BUGS IN CAPSAICIN! She's fucking scary. But also such a problem solver. I love her so much.

I do feel bad for the Wards who got capsaicined though.

DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON! I love Dragon and was very excited to see her again. And she is understandably upset about someone trying to give her a virus made by a fucking third rate hacker. But I knew she wouldn't hurt my babies too badly.

Tattletale with the "Fuck it, lets take untested tinker tech and go to town" was amazing.

I think the Wards HQ needs a better lockdown procedure, until Dragon showed up it was shockingly easy for the Undersiders to go wherever they wanted.

I love that the fight with the Protectorate is almost a side note. Big fight with the Wards and then on the way out it's just "oh ya and we fought these guys for a minute but they weren't too much trouble." The fucking shade.

The Slaughterhouse Nine seem nice. I don't expect they'll become a major issue.

This end of the world thing is problematic though. I could see that getting in the way of my endless gay shipping so it's gonna need to be taken care of.

They making my babies live in different places! OH NO! How will Taylor and Bitch make up if they don't see each other as much? How will the cute lesbian polycule watch TV together in the evenings if they don't live together??! Fixitfixitfixit!

Interlude thoughts get their own separate bullet point lists cause HOLY SHIT! So first, Regent interlude thoughts:

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCKING DESTROY HER! AHAHAHAHA! REGENT YOU BEAUTIFUL LITTLE SOCIOPATH.

I mean you are legit a sociopath and it's kinda scary but right now I don't care. I'm making you cookies. And a pie.

He dismantles everything Sophia has piece by piece. Like it's an art form.

She carries her civilian phone around with her on patrol. It is unlocked. And she specifically saved texts about shit she did to Taylor? Just digging her own grave and I can't stop watching!

E-mails the school, all the teachers, and then adds in the police? God Regent you are earning so many brownie points from me. (Which I am sure you will burn through by doing horrible stuff in the future but I'm focusing on the here and now)

Fucks with her and Emma's friendship. Shows Sophia he could kill her. Leaves her with no real way out. Breaks her spirit. Terrifying. BUT YOU FUCKED WITH MY DAUGHTER BITCH SO THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!

I'm sure Sophia will leave town and never ever show up again in the next 20 arcs. /s

Regent gets so many fucking cookies.

Dragon interlude thoughts:

DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON!

Look at this wonderful little AI! She's so good!

Her dad watched too much Terminator and put a wonderful robot girl into a cage, denying her the ability to truly do what she wants. Fuck him.

I told Dragon to kill god and take his place, but god is already dead I guess. Too bad he died with the stupid rules in place.

Know what Dragon needs? A mom. I have two daughters now.

Look at my beautiful and wonderful AI daughter. I think she and her sister will learn to get along eventually.

The sexual tension between Lung and Marquis in that scene was thicker than peanut butter. Marquis a bit of a bratty sub to Lung's controlled Dom.

I will NOT apologize.

If my robot daughter loves Bruce Lame I will accept her choice but I do not think it's a good one.

[osamusbigtits]

kenma kissing kuroo's cheek and giving him his debit card before kuroo leaves to spend the night with his other boyfriend and girlfriend (daishou and mika)

[kovacs-on-comics]

late night early morning friday got me fucked up speaking comic takes on this hellsite, if i get any flack im canonizing steph-deathstroke and jason-helena-joker polycule. no one would survive what i’d do once i break down the doors of dc HQ. to punish my fellow fans for hubris against me. i’ll kill us all i don’t care, let’s make homophobic diana x midwestern conservative NTT kid flash wally canon. i’d rehire didio and have him write steph and cass as his one ongoing. don’t push me.

[official-misinformation]

BREAKING

Strange man has manifested with in the Trumpisphere Polycule. Nobody knows who he is, where he comes from, or what his deal is, though unfortunately he has made it keenly obvious what his fetishes are as he keeps trying to insert them into his politics, much like how he wants to insert his penis into a pie. That is what I think 'Creampie' means, anyway. I've never known the touch of a woman (or a man (I am Bisexual (I do not feel like acting upon it right now))) and don't really feel like googling it because this odd man keeps showing up at official-misinformation HQ and staring at us through the bathroom windows. Who the fuck is this, and more importantly do 'stand your ground laws' apply if he keeps running to the sidewalk every time we catch him?

Any information on this peeping tom can be forwarded to the proper authorities. Bring this strange strange man to justice.

[moonfurthetemmie]

Okay Ive got three entirely separate thoughts about lucidity’s evil polycule

First:

Obviously Shale and Nightshade can’t get very close to the ruins of JR, but i don’t think Lucidity would be unaffected, either. If the positivity is strong enough that even humans and monsters get messed up by it, what do you think it’d do to a radiant that will absorb the magic (if he he doesn’t want to)?

If he gets too close for too long he might end up like SwaD.

Iit won’t have lessoned any by the time Lucidity figures out how to investigate without being noticed. It just won’t.

I wonder how much angrier that’d make him. The ruins are dangerous even to him (though in a very different way from everyone else).

Second:

@/reallymagicaltree made a comment about Finch essentially being JR’s leader now she said it better than that though and now I’m thinking about that. Because I’d forgotten how high-ranking he is.

Even if the ruins of their HQ are uninhabitable, there’s gotta be a handful of little posts or branches or something, somewhere. Right?

Most if not all of the survivors will have reached out to him at some point. And they will probably do a little roll call eventually, see who all is there.

Ink might come, but mostly just because she has not much better to do, and she’s been having such a hard time trying to get a job like a normal person she’s finally ready to swallow her pride and ask for help.

She may technically outrank Finch as Lucidity’s personal assistant, but I highly doubt it. And no one—herself included—wants her to be in charge.

It didn’t occur to her that they might try to get back on their feet as an organization, but she’s definitely more invested now. Maybe she can have a fucking job again and she can find somewhere to live

While they’re a tiny fraction of who was left, it’s still a lot of people. It takes a while, but eventually they realize that most of the survivors are from the justice division. They’re the ones who most often have work outside of the castle.

Lucidity mainly worked in that division, too, so it’s generally agreed that whichever of them has the highest rank should take over until and unless they can find Lucidity.

Finch is horrified to find that he’s the only remaking captain. He expected he and his colleagues would be their candidate for a new boss, but. Christ.

They figure out who’s left of the other departments and they do the same thing, though many of those departments dealt with many different little issues (ex. The hospital. Yes, it’s all healthcare, but ICU nurses and ER nurses have very different strengths. Nevermind the specialties for heart problems or respiratory problems or cancer, or maternity/labor and delivery), so they try to find the people who are most familiar with everything.

And the ones who survived are the ones who were home, off work, when it happened.

Some departments only have one person left.

The orphanage has no one aside from a handful of volunteers who have no idea how the department worked beyond childcare. All the paid staff lived in the apartments, in case they needed to come to work on short notice for whatever reason.

They’re a motley skeleton crew, and Finch has no idea if their database—which was in specific servers, which were most likely inside the castle—is still there. It might be gone. Which would mean there’s no way to train the newly appointed branch managers.

Fortunately I think Lucidity would be smart enough to have back-up severs elsewhere, in case something happened to the main one.

There’s still a lot of stuff they’re missing, but they can get to what they need most right now. Ink probably knows about those, too.

They set up a new HQ—which will probably be somewhat temporary, even if they don’t relocate; just build something better—and by the time they’re able to start doing some of their normal jobs, the Meme Squad has decided that they have to do something. Even if that something is telling people who can do something actually helpful.

Ink likely gets to be Finch’s personal assistant now, because she does know a lot of important stuff that Finch needs, and because that’s the job she’s used to. If she wasn’t still fucking homeless she’d be willing to learn a new job, but she’s got enough on her plate.

Ink also has been catching up with Error, since she up and vanished for a while.

One time, Cross and Nightmare come with her to see Ink. Which is a bad sign, even without the grave looks on their faces.

She doesn’t believe them when they tell her what they know, but they hand her a USB and says that all of their proof—news articles, videos, death reports, recordings of shit Shale and Nightshade were doing even before Lucidity found his way there—is on it.

She pokes through it on her own for all of 60 seconds before bringing it to Finch.

Ink approaching him looking like she’s just watched someone turn into a bug and crawl away just to get stepped on, little USB in hand, scares Finch even more that the Meme Squad scared Ink.

She says the people who gave it to her wanted to remain anonymous, which is totally true, and once Finch looks through it (Ink reading over her shoulder to see the stuff she hadn’t gotten to) he. Understands. Perfectly. He wouldn’t even care if it was the Meme Squad who gave it to Ink (ahaha funny joke), after seeing that shit?? He’d probably get plastic surgery to totally change his face so those three wouldn’t find him if he’d been the one to pull together all of this.

Finch spends a while figuring out how he should tell people, and just how many people he wants to tell. Because this is almost as big of a bombshell as the one that put them in this mess to begin with. The CEO of Justice reigns, working with two murderous, megalomanic corrupts. Apparently willingly.

I’m still not sure what they’re going to do—especially with how few of them there are, but the likelihood of them teaming with the resistance is 0, unless the resistance truly can help them.

It won’t take long for the JR survivors to find out the resistance is responsible for the explosion.

Finch will (try to) consider the pros and cons separate from his personal feelings (which are “oh FUCK you there’s no way in hell we’re working with you after that!”). Whether or not they’ve decided what to do about Lucidity, and whatever it is they may have decided, they’re obviously going to need to deal with Shale and Nightshade. And the resistance knows much, much more about them than JR does. They probably also have at least as many people as JR now does, so they’d be doubling their numbers.

The Meme Squad may poke their noses in here and there, but they’re not dumb enough to actually get in the middle of it. Between Shale and Nightshade being Shale and Nightshade, and the fact that JR could deal with Lucidity and Nightmare at the same time, they’re just. Gonna hang out over here. In the corner. Dont mind them they’re just vibing.

Third:

Do you think Peridot knew about all the different branches and wings JR had before they blew up the castle

What if she didn’t

What if they’re looking for as much info on JR and Lucidity’s former job as they can find, to try and get some kind of advantage

What if this is how Dot finds out that they’d had a rehab center? Apartment? A hospital, an orphanage.

She knew the castle was huge, but…

ough

[politemenacephd]

Hiya is just read Araechnophilia in 16 hours, give or take a few minutes, on a road trip to a concert.

I’m in love! I’ve also read A Fortunate Mistake, and Polycule AU, but I was waiting for more chapters of A Fortune Mistake II, so I could binge it like I did the first have of AFM, but it’s in my open tabs to read now!

Anyway silly little thought I had when Spider/Drider Miggy was allowed into HQ, and I know the story isn’t about the spider kids, but, I thought Hobie would like Spider Miggy. Dunno about the other spider kids. I bet Hobie and Miles would even like Spider Miggy better and Hobie would listen to him over Boss Miggy. Because Hobie is a shit like that.

(Miguel doesn’t get to be called Miguel, only Miggy, to me, until he’s at least sorted his shit a bit, which probably won’t come till next movie, maybe.)

Anyway can’t wait for more chapters of anything really, but I can actually wait, no rush, when ever I get an email about a story update it’s like a little gift, and surprise gift! Thank you for writing them!

BYE!!!! :D

HI thank you so so so much, I'm sorry this ask is late I'm just kinda getting around to checking them now. I really wanna do Mig interacting w the spider kids actually. I think Hobie theoretically is the one I *COULD* do with the current timeline, I think especially now them annoying HQ Miggy would be a lot of fun. Mig is just so sweet I think he'd just be tryna support Hobie while Hobie uses him to cause chaos and sweet fluffy spider boy remains oblivious. Perhaps this would tie in with the halloween part arc hehe B)