#poly underdogs

[starburr]

Accounting pissed me off so bad so ofc I doodled to cope before a quiz

[toonabby]

Happy 49th birthday, Marc Thompson!

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Poly Bracket Finale!

Who deserves to be with Buggy and Mihawk more? Crocodile or Shanks?

Propaganda under the cut. [Contains some manga spoilers]

Propaganda for Cross Guild:

Idk there's something about three people who hate each other that just works.

they don't need no propaganda. I could never make propaganda like buggy the clown does in canon

mr. pathetic (buggy) paired with two actual warlords who could (but haven't !) demolished him ? it has to be love

Crocodile and Mihawk are a fucked up rich ass couple and Buggy is the chihuahua in their purse

CROSSGUILDCROSSGUILD XXX

Its cross guild. you know why (mod: as an anime-only fan, I don't, but I'm looking forward to find out 😂)

Propaganda for MiShaBug:

Why make Shanks choose??

[anthroparian]

i will say compared to the other games in the series. wow. the companion i chose to romance felt Meh whatever. this is maybe the first time i have come out going should i have just went with someone else...? like are they all just barely there...

[throneofsapphics]

against the contract, chapter two

poly!Feysandriel x f!Reader

summary: If they were genuinely bad people, it would be so much easier to kill them. Signing a special contract to work with Azriel, Feyre, and Rhysand turns out nowhere near expected. You were a bit of fun that became their solace and escape, they were supposed to be an easy assignment that turned into your living nightmare

warnings: d/s dynamics, non sexual submission

word count: 2330

a/n: if anyone wants on the taglist please let me know! thank you so much for all the love on the first chapter & happy kinktober y'all!

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You twirled in front of the mirror for what you promised yourself was the last time. It wasn’t giving the vibe you needed it to. Groaning, you ripped your dress over your head, tossing it into the corner of your room. Too puffy. Too frilly. They were expecting the you they saw that night at Francine’s club, not some prissy and polished version. 

If it wouldn’t get you arrested, you might’ve just shown up naked. It’s a shame you had to drive there, and you’d surely get pulled over with your luck. Cops, you wanted to avoid at all costs. 

Rummaging through your closet, something hiding in the back caught your eye. The fabric, a midnight black according to the tag you just ripped off, still smelt new. You shook out the couple of wrinkles that had settled in, and slipped it on. 

Barely managing to zipper in by yourself, you spun slowly, not twirling, you told yourself, in front of your mirror. Glancing at the clock, you decided it would have to be enough. As it stood, you were already running late. Grabbing a small handbag, you shoved your essentials and the contract inside of it and walked very quickly out the door. 

They were about a forty-five minute drive out of the city, into an area you knew was teeming and crawling with “fuck you” wealth. You’d done private parties out there before, always making great tips. At least to you, the wealthy had been generous. Maybe luck would strike again. Rapping your fingers against the wheel, you hummed the catchy tune showing up on your shuffled playlist but couldn’t remember the artist or song name for the life of you.  

Just approaching the property, you could see how well taken care of it was based on the beautiful, giant holly trees. They both cast shade over the path, and blocked off any view of the neighbors to the left. If there were neighbors close by. You caught glimpses of gardens and beautiful native greenery through the trees on your right. The driveway was paved the entire way through, two lanes, and at least a mile long. The price they were offering started to make sense. It was probably nothing to them. 

Finally pulling up to the house in your rather economical car, a splurge to you a few years ago, you felt decidedly like an underdog. Not that this was some sort of superhero story, but your vehicle certainly was out of place amongst the several high-end black SUV's visible. All identical, all with blacked out windows. You frowned, blacked out windows were for criminals and politicians. Who exactly had Francine sent you to meet? You reminded yourself of the freedoms the payout of this job could afford you, and of your promise to yourself that if looking at them made you want to throw up, you'd leave.

The driveway finished in a circle, an elegant manor greeting you. Vines grew directly in the white stone, snaking up the columns supporting the second story balconies. With a squint, you could see a chandelier through one of the bay windows on the front of the house. The french doors, obviously the front entrance, were filled with panes of beautiful stained glass, looking as if they’d been stolen from a church. It looked like one of the ones you and your mother used to drive by for fun, to gaze at and wonder about their lives. A pang of nostalgia and grief hit you, quickly overshadowed as you remembered you had a job to do. 

Stepping out onto the smooth stones, you brushed your dress down and gently closed your car door behind you, clicking the key to lock it. The front doors opened before you began to ascend the stairs, a dark skinned woman greeting you with a small, albeit a bit distant, smile. It took conscious effort to keep your jaw slammed shut as she guided you inside the massive manor house. Still, you knew the whites of your eyes were showing. 

”Maybe you should be on your knees,” she murmured quietly as shoes clicked against the tile flooring in the distance. 

“Excuse me?” You matched her tone. 

She gave you a look that simultaneously said, ‘you heard me’ and ‘your funeral,’ and left you standing there. Alone. You understood you were to stay put, but gods you wanted to follow. Steeling yourself with a few breaths, you clasped your hands in front of you and waited. 

-

“I informed her, I imagine she’ll be standing,” Nuala murmured in his ear as they crossed paths. 

Rhys nodded. You hadn’t been informed of any rules of the like, so he hadn’t expected you to do it, but he wanted to throw something out there. For fun. Feyre was glaring at him, but he was sure she’d like the results. 

“Ready?” He asked Feyre and Azriel quietly. The former hummed angrily, the latter giving a short nod. Az was always the most nervous about adding anyone new to the household, regardless of how thorough his background checks were. It took ages for him to truly trust anyone and Rhys respected him for it. Feyre, on the other hand, tended to give away her trust too quickly, and paid for it later on. 

They rounded the corner and you stood there, hands clasped in front of you, a fire in your eyes as if you’d come to some decision during the span of the last minute you’d been left alone. 

”I wasn't informed there would be a test run.” There was a bite in your tone that thrilled and worried him at the same time. As fun as they were, they weren’t looking for a brat right now. 

”Is now inconvenient?” Stars danced in his eyes as he posed the challenge. 

”No.”

”Then on your knees.”

Like a puppet with its strings cut, you dropped, elegantly slowing yourself so the impact wouldn't be too harsh. Your hands found their way behind you, fingers interlaced, head bowed, the same portrait of submission he'd seen that night. His worries eased. Feyre let out a slow breath next to him, Azriel was stoic as always - almost always. 

Rhys took a step closer, Azriel followed and circled behind you, Feyre standing off to his right. Surrounded. He liked the idea of the three of them overwhelming you, some day. 

-

”Perfect,” you could've sworn you heard him say, but … that didn't seem likely. The three of them were like Gods and a Goddess. You were no comparison.

It went against all training but you peeked up through your lashes to look at him, to find him staring right back as if he was waiting for this. Fuck. You quickly averted your gaze and he chuckled.

Time passed, they retreated but you knew they were still in the room, watching.

Thoughts began to empty from your head, not quite throwing you into subspace but somewhere … floatier.

Somewhere free of your current worries and obligations, a reminder, despite the results of this 'test,' of why you loved this, of why you were a submissive.

”You pass,” the words came, then a hand. You didn't hesitate before taking it. 

Another hand, warm and firm, gripped your shoulder and held you upright while you got your legs back beneath you. You grimaced as pins and needles ran up and down your shins. 

”Let's get you some water,” a voice, low and cool like shadows, said, the speaker's mouth just inches away from your ear. His hand tucked itself appropriately into the crook of your elbow, guiding you back towards where they’d arrived from. You noticed a few golden rings on his fingers, blue gems set deep into them. They were gorgeous, and probably worth more than you were. Scars peppered his skin, but you knew better than to ask about another person's wounds. No matter how healed they were, a wrong question could open it right back up. 

“Okay,” you breathed, still trying to get your entire mind back in this world. Their presence, the sheer power they radiated, was intoxicating. You were almost ashamed you’d ever thought they might be ugly, and reminded yourself to thank Francine. The bat might faint when you do. You’d been blessed with the sight of the three most gorgeous people you’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. Maybe you were still a bit addled but they felt like a gift to your fucking eyes, and you were very glad mind reading was impossible - existing only in some of the fairy porn books you read - otherwise you would have three gorgeous people laughing at you, and that wouldn’t do. 

The man, who introduced himself as Azriel, led you silently into a rather formal dining room. He guided you into a seat at a black walnut table, pushing your chair in after you. There was an assortment of pastries and small fancy sandwiches waiting for you. 

Small talk was easy with them, comfortable even. As if they were pros at lulling people into states of security, false or real. 

“So,” Rhys leans back, tilting his chair on its back two legs. “How much of the contract did you show that nosy boss of yours?” 

“None,” you said and made sure to look him directly in the eyes, unsure if you felt offended by the implication you would share the information, or offended on Francine’s behalf. In all honesty it was probably the first. “It’s my business,” you added as clarification, uncertain if you really needed it but it felt right. 

He hummed and nodded, tapping the fingers of his left hand against the table, a silver ring glinting, catching the light from the chandelier. Your eyes tracked to the chair next to him, aware of Azriel on your left watching your every move, and you found Feyre watching you as well. 

She was elegant in a way you’d never seen before, exuding grace with each movement but ... you could see the callouses on her palms, the subtle but telling way her shoulders hunched forward slightly over her plate, like she was uncertain if someone might take her next meal from her. You knew because you’d trained the habit out of yourself. 

Sending a soft smile her way, you waited for their next question, not so patiently on the inside but you were well aware you appeared perfectly content on the outside. 

“I’m assuming you have questions about the contract,” Rhys finally said. 

“I do,” you tapped a finger against the table, frowning. “I have them written down, but it’s in my bag.” 

Azriel was out of his chair before you’d completely finished the sentence, and on his way to the door. You pivoted in your seat, watching him ... very inappropriately for a moment before you caught yourself. Somehow, barely, you managed to keep the flush from your cheeks at the others knowing smirks. 

Azriel was back within a minute with your bag, and you slipped the contract out of it, wondering if someone rifled through the contents while you were separated from it - not that they’d find anything interesting. 

“Right,” you flipped towards the section you’d highlighted a few days ago. 

The Submissive will conduct themself in a respectful manner at all times, unless otherwise requested

“What does ‘unless otherwise requested’ mean?” You asked and turned the paper around, sliding it across the table to Rhys, knowing Azriel had been looking over your shoulder. Plus, it was quite obvious who was in charge. He’d ordered you to your knees, after all. 

“There may be times we ask you to ... play a part,” he clarified, mouth curving up at one corner. Feyre’s lips pursed together, as if she was holding herself back from speaking. Maybe that section was her idea. 

“Does that work for you?” Azriel asked. 

You nodded, before catching yourself, turning to face him and replying, “yes.” 

An approving nod was your response. Even that tiny hint of approval from one of them sent a warm feeling through your chest. Gods, you could feel yourself becoming conditioned to them already, and you hadn’t even put ink on the paper. 

“Any other questions?” Feyre asked. 

You nodded, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth and flipping through the papers again. 

“I like it,” you heard Rhys, but focused on finding your section 

L.1 The Submissive will live with the Dominants for the duration of the contract.

“I would live here?” 

-

“We’d expect this to be a full time commitment, meaning you wouldn’t take on other obligations for the months you’d be with us,” his wife explained after he prodded her. Feyre was acting shyer than usual and it was endearing, as well as a tad worrying. He wanted her to feel comfortable around you, and safe, and if she couldn’t ... well he’d pay out the contract and let you go. As pretty as you were, Rhys would put his wife first. 

“That makes sense,” you said slowly, nodding as you thought it over. 

“Any other questions?” You asked a few more. It pleased him that you were taking this seriously, rather than just a money grab. Majority of the people they found saw the sum and were quick to say yes to everything else. He needed to be able to trust someone to actually speak up. 

“That’s everything I have,” you finally said. 

“Then let's sign,” Rhys pulled a pen from his pocket, and Azriel produced two fresh copies of the contract. You had no idea the danger you were throwing yourself into. He wouldn’t ruin you, but you certainly wouldn’t be the same after this. Rhys had a feeling none of them would be.

Later that night, Rhys lounged in an elegant high backed chair, not unlike a throne, with Feyre perched on one leg while Azriel knelt at his feet, and let the whiskey wet his lips and tongue before dripping down his throat. He imagined someone else kneeling next to Azriel. You. 

-

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[shaylogic]

Hi! I just got into Dead Boy Detectives, and love it. ghost-husbands is my DBD sideblog because I just can't stop thinking about this show, it's great. Anyway, I really like Cryland and I was looking at a post of yours on my dash...something about Jayden's Charles playlist and certain songs possibly being about Crystal, and that you had a Cryland playlist. What songs do you have there? I'm trying to put one together myself. C:

Hello and welcome to the fandom! @inastarlesssky / @ghost-husbands

Thank you so much for inquiring. I'm desperately passionate about these two. Here's my Cryland playlist:

Here is also the Cryland Shipper fandom discord I created so we could have a fun little fanclub for them <3

We're very chill there, including multishipping and poly and all that. We don't ship-war with Payneland. We just promote Cryland because it's somehow the underdog ship in this fandom. I hope you'll join us! <3

[infamous-if]

HI PLS PLS PLS ANSWER THIS QUESTIONNN. you answered in one of the asks that to get a happy(?) ending with g is to also help them with their relationship with victoria. does that mean we have to make them realize they are great lovers with each other? as someone who plans to romance g without the poly (i'm straight haha) i really wanna make sure that i get every bit of information right abt his route to know what to do especially as g is not really discussed often in this platform.

Hi and I will because you asked haha sorry I'm not ignoring questions I just get a lot!

No, you can get a happy ending with G even on an individual route. It's about helping G realize that they have some growing up to do. Repairing their relationship with Victoria doesn't always have to be in a romantic sense, it can be just helping G realize they may have not treated Victoria so nicely.

I should change my language. I wouldn't say there's a bad end, and I might change the whole 'breaking up with' ending, but they will have different flavors, some more positive than others.

We'll see when I get there lol

'g is not really discussed often in this platform.' i need to make a g and august fanclub but i have confidence the underdogs will prevail!

[lookatmysillies]

Guardian lore for my babies!

Kele (Tallis’s guardian):

-She has a waspish body with large, grotesque eyes and a skinny, long frame

-Her voice is low and garbled; grating on the ears

-She adopted Tallis on an impulse, but then didn’t really know what to do with him. She gave him trinkets and instruments to play around with, but generally expected him to be independent and wasn’t around much. It’s not that she hates Tallis or anything, she just… didn’t realize it would be such a commitment, so she ducked out of it.

-Unlike many of the contestants’ guardians, she really wasn’t involved in show business before Tallis, but the draw of fame when others commented on Tallis’s talents hooked her to the idea. Tallis became an instrument of her own glory, and she got to be hands-off in the whole process.

-Overall not a well-liked figure amongst other aliens, making Tallis even more of an underdog than he already would be coming from such a mundane background and little to no official training before Anakt Garden

Sonii (Cas’s guardian):

-Large, shiny, and scaly, with a python-like head an a solid body.

-Intimidating but not generally volatile personality-wise

-She’s a breeder, one of the best there is. She is known for producing physically appealing and vocally talented humans. She receives a lot of profit from their successes and sales, as people will pay top dollar for her product.

-Always wearing a lot of jewelry

-She treats all of her humans well as long as they do the same for her by fulfilling their duties.

-Originally purchased Cas out of sympathy, seeing the beauty underneath his beaten figure. She sent him to Anakt Garden to receive his training, then used him as a stud for years due to his good looks and favorable qualities. Once she got a few good “litters” out of him, she let ALNST have him with some melancholy feelings, as she’d grown quite attached.

-Well-respected among alien society.

Iquia (Himei’s guardian):

-Imagine a roly poly bug, but all white with two extra antennae and a constant sort of slime sticking to its skin. That’s Iquia.

-As far as aliens go, her curiosity for humans leans more on the side of wanting to care for and admire them than experiment on them. One of the good ones, you could say.

-She’s made fun of in some circles for her compassion for humans, and respected in others.

-She adopted Himei and Hayate to care for them, cultivate their talents, and watch them grow. Once Himei was sent to Anakt Garden, Iquia missed her terribly, leading her to get another female pet human to take her place.

-Didn’t want to send Himei to Anakt Garden but was sort of pressured into it. Hayate was almost sent, but got to stay by the skin of his teeth.

-She coddles her “replacement” pet, Halo, and takes her with her everywhere like a purse dog.

-Well-meaning, but sometimes misses the mark

Nabos (Kyo’s guardian):

-Medium-sized body with a flower-shaped head.

-He has a sort of accent that’s different from many other aliens that all of his pet humans pick up on. That accent tends to be quite popular among fans. (Kyo has the accent and Cas ribs him for it.)

-He raises several pet humans at once, usually 5-7. Once they’re old enough to be sent to Anakt, he sends them if they’re talented enough—usually an average of 2 of them make the cut. If they don’t meet his standards, he sells them off and gets a new batch.

-In fact, he purchases many of his pet humans from Sonii! They’re good business partners.

-Of all the guardians listed, he has the most fame and fortune, but he always hungers for more.

-Despite sending so many contestants to ALNST, he has never won a competition. Strangely, his humans tend to make it either to the semis or the finals and lose at the very end. Other aliens in the show business call it Nabos’s Curse.

-He has no negative or positive feelings towards Kyo—he’s just one of many failures.

[hoppingonjim]

COLD ! jackson healy + holland march

summary: you're jackson's wife, and your mouth is warming his cock, holland is his business partner, and your pussy is warming his cock. #goclevelandbrowns

cw: cock warming of the pussy + mouth, mentions of lowkey prostitution??, poly-ish mentions/relationship, afab!reader, squint and you'll see a possessive jackson. sub!reader, dom!jackson, dom-ish!holland. oral-sorta!male receiving. penetration, brief mention of hard thrusting, manspreading, mockery, mentions of creampie, gagging, impact play!

note: thank you to (@bluthcoceo) for always being there when i need to get my feeling out about how much i wanna fuck jackson- this erupted from one of our convos a week or so back!

in a distant room of their building resides a mancave. That's where you're sucking your husband's dick while keeping his business associate's dick warm, also.

the games on, it's the browns against the rams, and frankly you couldn't care. you'd cheer for the browns, you like the underdog, it didn't matter if you were stationed in la.

what did matter was outside the north pole dropped in to remind you of the month. you couldn't recall a time of snow in la but now would seem like a sublime time to refresh your buffering memory. importantly, in the new office, they couldn't afford heat. holland realized too late that his jeans ran thin, and jackson realized that you sounded better than a jacket. or even a heater.

jim donovan hollers through the television until his velvet curtain is clamped by the distant mutters of the two frenemies.

jackson tilts his head towards you, the way you encapsulate his cock in your mouth. your gensority keeping him warm. holland can't keep his eyes away from your ass- don't get the man wrong, he isn't an ass guy, but your skirt is rolling up and it's sixty degrees out. goosebumps adorn your bare skin until they cease towards your pink thong. the one embroidered with the sweetly possesive j.h. don't get the man wrong- holland isn't an ass guy- but he just has to admire a bare as when he sees one. and so does his cock that strains against his jeans similarly.

suddenly the quiet mutters and collective ideas become louder and volumous, “pussy's warm holland, use your words and ask her. 'm sure she won't mind.”

you sprout up from comforting position of a mouth filled with dick, your eyes wide at jackson, “my pussy?”

a small tap of the roof of his mouth is heard before his finger is cruising down the highway of your jawline, “what other pussy is here baby? use those eyes of yours.”

it's slight mocking but you roll your eyes, you can feel your own heat begin to rise, “why are you talking about my, y'know.”

for the first time with you, that night, holland chimes in, “can i stick my dick inside of you-” a few complaints erupt from jackson due to hollland's phrasing, “it's fucking cold, i heard your pussys warm, help a guy out? i'll pay you..”

“my wife isn't a prostitute.”

“do you wanna be a prostitute?”

holland's strange question can only emit a shrug from you. a shrug that is followed by you engulfing jackson's cock once again. the larger man's fingers delicately brush away your hair from the beauty of your face, a faint groan rolling by when he's greeted with your temperate mouth. a finger even ghosting the cheek his tip bulges from. that's before a dainty pat is felt, a moan vibrates from your tongue to his slick cock.

without wasting a second holland finds himself unzipping your skirt to reach the level where he can slide your thong down, letting it fall on the floor without a care. haphazardly, his fingers work on his own zipper to bail out his aching cock. a tip engorged, red, and swimming in traces of precum, it's paradise when his jeans bunch at the beginning of his jointed knees. it's heaven when he's finally inside of your warm pussy.

holland bottoms out inside of your warm cunt. he's groaning quietly, nodding in the direction of his partner who continues to mindlessly comb your stranded wisps of hair.

this isn't new for you. it's practiced often with jackson during these cool nights, you don't grind yourself against his pulsing cock, or moan at the way you can feel little traces of precum coating your slit.

"she feels incredible, how long have you been keeping this from me?" the question floated from holland's lips as he continued to shift around, get himself extra comfortable for the game. his and jackson's legs an incantation of masculinity.

the scruffy chuckle bellowed from the man occupying your mouth, "bout a few months. pussy warm?"

a groan tangos with his possible response, "fuck yeah.."

in a few moments you find the feeling of holland's hands kneading your bare thighs to trickle down your senses. jackson's still hard in your mouth, over time drool slings to his balls from your mouth. holland lets you similarly feel his balls as he presses himself further into your slit.

then the game turned off, jackson's fingers reach to your chin once more, tilting your delicate head up, "is it okay if mr march fucks that pretty pussy of yours?" a small tap meets your cheek to decorate his words.

you muster out a nod, a mouth stuffed with cock.

"go ahead march, fill that pretty pussy up, look at her, she fucking wants it, go on, say it baby, say you want mr march to fuck you and fll you up."

with your attempts you soon find it's useless. every word you try to mobilize comes out destructed in garbles, muffled by his thick cock. but by the eager glint in the shallow of your irises, he knows your approval is existent.

"'s hard to talk when your mouth is stuffed with dick, huh baby?" another tap lands on your cheek, luckily it's still gentle.

holland isn't wasting time once it's aware that you've agreed. his balls are already learning to slap against your ass, crescents overtake your hips when he lazily slams you over, and over onto him.

"gonna, gonna fill her up jackson, gonna have her begging to stay full with my- fucking load.."

jackson can only smirk, a thumb grazing your cheek.

[nerdraging4point0]

Nerdy's Motionless One Shots

Scorpion and the Scales (Ongoing poly crossover)

Underdog (Softball Coach Cerulli)

Exhibition (Coach Davis and Coach Cerulli collab with @ladyveronikawrites )

Porcelain (Ricky Olson) - Release date TBD

Shades of Red (Vinny Mauro)-Release date TBD

E*Motionless (Chris Motionless)

[gemini-sensei]

Yr not the only one whos bored lol

I was wondering your thoughts on hawk and Miguel with partner who is a big comic/book nerd thanks!

You are speaking my language! 😍

I don't know if you meant poly or not, so take this as a you will lol.

Hawk and Miguel are both comic book nerds, so they'd love to take their partner to a comic shop. They'll also sit down to watch shows and movies based off of comic books and heroes. Whichever comics they're excited about, they're keen on it. They'll buy them issues as they come out if it's an ongoing series or hunt down certain issues they need if it's older. Subscriptions to online comics and comic reading sites.

Bookish goodies as gifts. Bookmarks, reading lights, book sleeves, annotating kits with tabs and pens and stickers. Bookish stickers! On everything. And of course, books!

They happily build bookshelves for their partner. Hawk is eager to do it and show off a bit. They help them put up the shelves, put books on them, organize them however is desired. Once the shelves are full, if there's another shelf or case needed, the guys will go out and get whatever Reader wants, or else the books will start accumulating in stacks all over their place.

Bookish dates to the library or bookstore. Tea and coffee, reading at tables with snacks and hand holding. Taking breaks and chatting about whatever they're reader. Miguel always picks a comic or graphic novel to read while Hawk can dive into thick fantasy books.

Reading headcanon for Miguel: he likes books, but required reading for school kind of killed the vibe for him, so he leans into comics and graphic novels more because they're fast to read. Regular novels just take him a while to get through. He loves superhero and underdog stories. He says he'll read anything, but actually doesn't reach for historical fiction or fantasy too often.

Hawk's reading preferences include high and low fantasy, and big series. He won't admit it, but likes making little notes in his books so he can refer back to anything later. Dog ears pages without a problem. He still acts like he's not a big reader, since his whole cobra kai era and all, but he is. He's such a book nerd.

[starburr]

Alberto: "This 'he loves me, he loves me not' thing is so stupid, I mean why pick a flower's petals when you can just eat the flower?!?" Giulia: "Why the fuck would you eat the flower…" Alberto: "Well duh, so he has no choice but to like you. It's like you're eating all the petals anyway instead of picking 'em one by one, so eating them all cancels it out!" Giulia: "Alberto, no-" Alberto: "Santa mozzarella, it makes sense doesn't it?" Giulia: "No, not at all... Y'know what, I'm telling our boyfriend you ate a flower."

[coffeencream]

REVIEW: Babel by RF Kuang

A quick disclaimer before we start- this book impacted me very heavily, and because of those strong emotions I think I have to include some spoilers in this review to process what I felt in the book’s heaviest moments. You’ve been warned!

Robin Swift was taken from his homeland to become a scholar. Thanks to his powerful and mysterious guardian Richard Lovell, an 18 year old Robin becomes one of four new undergraduate students at the Royal Translation Institute, aka Babel. He meets his cohort- dazzling Ramiz Mirza, fierce Victoire Desgraves, and posh Letty Price. From there, an unbelievable, years-spanning epic of magic, academia, love and betrayal.

I’ll start by saying that I absolutely loved the magic system in Babel, because it’s so simple- words are power, just like they are in the real world. I think this works beautifully to illustrate Kuang’s main arguments about colonialism in the book, because it literalizes the way that empire depends heavily on those they exploit, even while proclaiming their colonies less than. I really appreciated the care that was taken to explore multiple schools of thought regarding the best way to fight oppression. None were explicitly “wrong” because both theories- Victoire and Anthony’s nonviolence and Griffin and Robin’s violence- were more than justified in the context of the book. Obviously, this mirrors real life. As someone who talks politics in leftist circles, I hear both ideas come up. Do we disobey quietly, lobby our politicians, and wait for slow incremental change? Or do we fight, scream, burn, demand to be seen as human? There’s no right answer, but I think the fictional environment of Babel is a good outlet to explore these questions, and Kaung does it expertly.

Ok, now that my academic, poli-sci major baggage has been laid out, I’m gonna get a bit sappy. This book WRECKED me. I cried. So. Much. In the style of a Shakespearean tragedy, just about every single character that you fall in love with through the first three hundred pages of this book will be taken away from you. (Spoiler time!) I want to write about Ramy’s death specifically. Just as Robin and Letty fall in love with him at the first hello, so did I. Ramy was a character that simply shone so brightly that it reached far off the page. Kind, passionate, brilliant. OF COURSE two of the three people around him were madly in love. Letty’s betrayal (especially Shakespearean) and her goddamn revolver took Ramy from us, and in the midst of my reading I felt like the world was ending. Even worse, the most emotional moments come dozens of pages later. Robin and Ramy clearly loved each other. It was perhaps unrealistic to believe that they could have a happily ever after in 1840, but I thought at least they would get to be honest with each other about how they felt. Instead, Robin is left alone to grieve, to wonder how Letty, who “loved him almost as Robin loved him”, could take away the person who defined his world. Kuang invokes Ramy’s name almost like prayer. Robin turns to it in his time of most need. It hurts, like, reaaaallly hurts. I’ll think of them every time i see a sunset now.

Last thoughts. This book is nothing if not a five star read. It’s somehow a love story, a dark academia fantasy, a Newsies-style tale of the underdog, and more. It’s a found family that could never last. I can safely say that it’s one of the best things I’ve ever read, despite how much pain it caused me. There’s so much more I could’ve said, but I’ll leave it here.

READ THIS BOOK!!

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can i pt 2 of poly alpha pack with omega reader

Since we’re revisiting the Wolf pack let's go back to the time before you’re officially bred

After all while instincts are strong they can hold off long enough to get you comfortable

Especially since they have Eve of course

Now their dynamic is really funny seeing as they all aren’t usually together

Because of work one or two of them is missing and it's perfect for keeping you in line

Let Me Explain: 

Whether you meet Nero, Suki, and/or Rori in the workplace even though their upfront about their relationships they hardly let you see them all together

Usually only letting you see one another as their businesses or corporate events will allow

Meeting the odd wolf at your own personal events without whoever met you first helps round your reality

Silently closing in around your life by deceiving you

Now Eve is the special bean, being a florist who is either working or at home stuffed and expecting

You’ll have to meet locally while he’s still working becoming a friend or an obsession that distracts him from his woes as the makeshift omega

Now there have been times where Suki can take the brunt of that breeding urge but his alpha streaks really shift that to Eve

Poor Eve just needs a break 

And come to find when everyone takes a sniff that you are their omega

Eve is both your savior and your tormentor

He’s familiar with that feeling of being overwhelmed 

Nero, Rori, and Suki are all charming but incredibly dominating and in an unconscious way your brain automatically has you receding on yourself

He can relate to that so he sympathizes and comforts you in a way that nobody else can do 

But then he’s also putting the pressure of his alpa’s and beta on you 

The extravagant events they organize as a present before sex? All yours baby

Leaving you the only one awake when one of them comes home, full-well knowing that they are going to be incredibly needy

He doesn’t mean to throw you under the bus 

He’s just tired 

Not necessarily of having pups but of being the underdog 

But he’s just now learning this since your going through your first liter: 

He awoke with a yawn and stretch already recalling that familiar ache on his hips and the little bump below his belly button. Sluggishy retreating into the softness of the giant bed he proceeded to playfully roll to the side, waking up as he heard a sleepy moan.

“Mmmmh no no leave me alone.”

It was you, still cuddled into your maternity pillow nearly half-awake. He couldn’t help but look at the bump of your stomach that was showing because of your pajama shirt riding up. He debated leaving the bed considering Nero should be home and wouldn’t it be nice to update him on their upcoming liters. But the warmth that spooled in his chest demanded he abandon that and cater to you. Coming up behind you he cradled your body against his as he let his hands lovingly caress your tummy. 

“Mmmh did you eat yet?”

He whispered into your hair purposefully trying to make his voice deeper like he had felt been done to him many-a-time before.

“No, I threw up a lot earlier so I don’t feel like eating.”

“Aww Flower. I’m sorry.”

He kissed your cheek recalling that this exact action had been done to him before. He also recalled how he had first hated the action as it was done by his captors who so easily caught his fists and held him tight in a hug. He nuzzled into your shoulder as he mused to himself about how similar you were to him.

“But you have to eat Flower…you have to.”

“I don’t wanna.”

He could feel the thump of his tail as you tiredly whined. He remembers feeling so frustrated with all the changes going on in his body it only really helped to have some…encouragment. With that in mind he let his hand dip down from your tummy to the place between your legs. Palming eagerly he let himself indulge in the moans that spilled from your mouth all the while keeping his voice steady. Just like Rori.

“Awww Flower, you have to. We have to feed the babies. So you’ll feed them right? Right Flower?”

“Y-yeah.”

He spoke smoothly as if he wasn’t the reason why you were shaking as you came down from the high of the climax he provided. Even when you had calmed he refused to remove his hand feeling a sense of ownership he didn’t often get to feel.

“Morning you two I figured if you weren’t out by noon I should wake you two up.” 

It was Nero with a quad-coaster holding everyone’s favorite beverages as he entered the room. Taking the time to sniff the air his jet black tail and ears flung open, swinging and flicking in annoyance. 

“It seems you two have been enjoying yourselves. Without. Me.”

Playfully nuzzling against your cheeks Eve let his pheremones do the talking, raising his tail and butt wiggling it lightly as he spoke.

“Maybe we were just getting started, after all we’re both especially hungry. You’ll take care of us won’t you Nero?”

[consul-valerius]

The top two contestants for “worst taste in Vesuvia”

Idhfgfdihg BUT in reality I have been having a lot of Damien-Verse Thots, specifically about Naima and Antony, so I used all my remaining brain cells to finally complete some headshots for them :’) For further context for those that miss my sporadic shouting on my main blog LOL:

Naima (she/they) is (obviously) the accidental but surprisingly welcomed daughter of Nadia and Julian, and she is one of Damien’s top love interests (even if she doesn’t realize this herself lmfao)

She is an extremely serious person to an almost comical extent; her main aspirations in life revolve around eventually becoming countess and pushing the changes her parents have began instituting to even larger heights.

With that though, she is also a very insecure person, particularly when it comes to her ability to make friendships. She feels extremely inadequate in comparison to Julian and Nadia, which can often cloud her judgement and lead to self-isolation (apple -> tree)

She has had a life-long crush on Damien, but particularly when they were children, she got swept up in how others treated him. She feels partially responsible for his disappearance, and so by default she now feels extremely protective of him but has difficulty showing it

On the flip side we have Antony (he/him): a farm-hand on one of Valerius’s family’s vineyards and is top choice number 2 for stealing Damien’s heart lol

Unlike Naima, Antony did not have a close relationship with Damien when they were children. However, he was very much head over heels for him when they first met as children and he never got over it

He is much more confident in himself when compared to Naima, particularly when it comes to his relationships with others. He has a close pack of friends that he wishes Damien would interact with more; they’re all queer, kinky, and share a collective brain cell lmfao

Many assume Antony is a hard person based on his style (renaissance punk boy LMAO), but really he has a heart of gold and cares deeply for the underdog. He is willing to wait as long as he needs to for Damien to fully embrace being in his own skin, and in an ideal world, settling down together :’)

Some more rapid fire thoughts and facts undercut✨

Naima is trans & ace and primarily enjoys kink as a means of letting loose and building more secure dynamics between herself and Damien; despite many suitors trying to woo her, she truly only has eyes for Damien and would rather remain unmarried than marry some earl she has no interest in (this is partially because of Nadia and her flub with Lucio lmfao)

Antony is trans, queer & poly like all my other OCs LMFAO he has the most relationship experience out of all three of them and it shows

Antony would be considered a bard, though he has no formal magic training. He and Donna have a very special relationship because of this; whenever they are together, Donna tries to teach him something new. Donna obviously has a soft spot for Antony and is very torn between wanting him and Damien to just shut up and get together, but they are VERY aware that Damien is just. Not ready for that & Antony deserves the world lmfao

On the flip, Naima and Valerius are quite close, particularly when he steps down as consul. He thinks that she is, in every way, the perfect suitor for Damien for personal and political reasons (LMAO), and oddly enough, Nadia can’t help but agree. particularly when Damien was still “missing,” Naima enjoyed just having silent time sharing a space with Valerius or listen to him and Nadia talk and talk and talk lol

When Damien disappeared, Naima spent a year living with Nasrin and Namar in Prakra for safety reasons—no one was sure if this was a targeted attack, and despite how painful it was, Nadia knew she would be best protected there than in Vesuvia. This was a very fundamental time for Naima, and because of it, she was extremely close to her grandparents (yes, this has given Nadia and even stranger complex lmfao)

IN TERMS OF EACH OTHER, Antony thinks that Naima is literally a princess and should be protected at all costs. She is too good for this world to him lmfao In the rare times where their paths cross, he has an uncanny ability of getting her out of her shell (it’s the autism to autism communication LMFAO) Naima, of course, is both in awe of Antony and feels very insecure around him. He is confounding to her, and she wishes that they were closer, she just isn’t sure how she would even go about it LMAO

In terms of how Damien views them, he is much more open about his feelings with Antony than he is with Naima. Antony was a lot of Damien’s firsts, and he is truly one of the only people who really make Damien feel beautiful and safe. However, he is deeply frightened by this too, especially when it comes to how Valdemar would react to their bond. He’s terrified of getting too close only for them to, well, get in the way in the way that Valdemar does best :x

With Naima, Damien thinks that he is in control of their relationship and his feelings for her but isn’t LOL he also had a childhood crush on her, even when she would join in with the others and bully him. Her cruelty hurt him the most, and in many ways he treats her so poorly to “get back” at her. However, this is pretty self-defeating as he winds up just feeling very guilty and self-loathing about it LMFAO

In summary, they are all a mess and are bursting with love and none of them know what to do with it LMFAO :’)

[elirandom]

Rules: List 8 tv shows for your followers to get to know you!

1. A selection of movies I rewatched so many times I wore out the VHS tapes. The Terminator 1984 (when T2 came Linda Hamilton blew me away), Platoon 1986, Aliens 1986 & Die Hard 1988. It's a lot of bonding strangers to survive, h/c, antiheroes or plain charismatic bad guys, hypothermia or fever, there was only one bed and bantering. The original wet rat blorbos. Also if it's not bloody obvious I had such crushes on Bruce Willis ,Tom Berenger and Michael Biehn, I watched so many bad 80s-90s movies because of them.

2. Wait a minute, TV shows, not MOVIES. My bad, I'm keeping nr 1 as is anyway. Hmm, I always list Hannibal or Buffy tVS/Angel tS whenever I do this so I'm gonna try to list something else that's major loves. So, Miami Vice 1984-1989. Baby me had such a crush on Don Johnson you could see it from space. Adult me gets it, bought the box & rewatches it from time to time, incl writing fic but never anything going somewhere.

3. The Expanse. It's probably a very obvious choice if you ever looked around my corner of Tumblr but I want more people to post about it so. Amos (my favorite pansexual murderbear), Holden (who gave me the Captaincy? Holy shit. How can I fix everything while also being stubborn and chaotic) Naomi (I live with my choices every day but I've got a new life here to do something with & I'll defend it with everything). OT3. Sometimes I want something of poly where Naomi & Drummer (dragon in the shape of a woman, a hoarding underdog with so much fight in her belly) gets to be happy too. But that's just to name a few, it's not often I'm so very invested in so many characters in a show but they all have arcs and space to exist. Unfortunately one of the mains isn't clicking with me at all so the first season took me a while to find all the gold.

4. 9-1-1; besides the love I have for the firefam I'm completely sucked into the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one. And the sunshine one is a golden retriever who's loyal to a fault and just needs food and love. While the grumpy one finds that letting the sunshine in makes life a helluva lot easier even if both of them almost dies a lot.

5. Hawaii 5-0. Talking about grumpy and sunshine. These two fit the bill too, they just can't decide who's who depending on the day and the drama. Danny's usually the negative one always predicting chaos. But Steve tends to be tortured or have shitty family secrets so his sunshine isn't that shiny all the time. But they're brilliant at bickering about everything which kinda gets them even. Instead they're great at hugs and saying I love you. I despise several plotlines but I can't quit them (I couldn't find a gif that includes Danny saying "Stop looking at me like that" in this scene but alas)

6. Stargate Atlantis, my first team turned into family, and my one and only OT4. McShep was my biggest fave, but i enjoyed team!fic just as much as OT4 fic. Reluctant leader with slinky hips and no self-preservation, paired with a smartass with a big mouth who always came through, a smarter woman who didn't get to kick people in the balls enough and stoic warrior who actually was the puzzle piece missing and more than meets the eye. They're a comfort fandom.

7. Due South. A weird cute soft series I didn't know had a fandom until after it was finished in early 2000s. And then I fell into fic (I never got to see the Ray wars up close luckily) and read so much by Speranza among many more. I've rewatched it a few times, esp if I'm home sick it's a comfort show.

I ran out of allowed gifs😭. Well, fuck.

8. Criminal Minds. I've rewatched this show many times because it's something about catching the bad guys and solving the case all neatly tied up. Another show I love but is even sadder and more horrible is Oz because happy ends doesn't exist because humanity is rotten and we pay for our choices. But it's so good I sometimes wanna rewatch it, I bought the DVD box. But then I remember how much I cried at certain eps, like the brothers and I don't. But sometimes it's good to cry over fictional characters.