#polyam bright lights

[lilacs-stash]

Okay Lightbrush being the last ship to get together in the bright lights polycule. Fantube being the first ofc they got together in early season 2, then I'm not sure when Fanbulb happened but I'm guessing sometime after the maze ep? Testbulb after alternate reality show ofc. Paintbrush wasn't actually with anyone during S2 they started dating Fan and Test tube in between seasons. Lightbrush only starts dating post show but Paintbrush realized they were in love with Lightbulb during S3. It's almost mid night do you see my vision

also unlabeled & married Fantube, queer platonic testbulb. The rest are romantic and dating

[cloudyangeltv]

Drawing I made for Valentines Day, and Faintubulb new designs

[polyamships]

[ID: “Polyam Shipping Day / 14th of every month”. Next to the text is a red infinity sign that finishes in a heart on top. Above the text are rows of stylized hearts in the colors of both versions of the polyam pride flag (black, red, bright blue, light green, dark green, light blue, navy). /end ID]

February 14th 2024 is our 36th Polyam Shipping Day.

The optional theme for it is: 🌦️ Weather 🌨️

This could be weather literally, such as: characters enjoying the sun, dealing with rainy days and having to cancel plans, gleeful dancing in the rain, being snowed in, snowballs fights, or more dangerous forms of weather like blizzards, hurricanes, tornados! What kind of weather do they prefer, and what do they like to wear or do to prepare for different types of weather? For whump, characters getting sopping wet, hypothermic, having sunburn or sunstroke, and so on. Do they weather something, either physically like skin weathered by being outside, or mentally with getting through a difficult time? Something else, like a monument, location or item, they frequent or care about could be worn by exposure outside. Perhaps a ship they are on weathering a storm or taking advantage of the weather to get ahead. AUs with a weather related career like meteorologist, or they could have abilities to predict/control the weather. There's also many phrases with it in, such as fair-weather friend, under the weather, or to make heavy weather of something.

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We’ll be tracking #PolyamShippingDay, and keeping an eye out for any @polyamships mentions too. We will reblog any polyam-positive fanworks featuring polyamorous ships of any configuration/type from any fandom. All ratings are welcome but anything nsfw/triggery should be warned for and behind a read more, as should very long tumblr fic.

You can also submit works directly to the blog or send us asks to let us know to check your blog for a post. If you’re posting on AO3, our collection name is ‘PolyamShippingDay‘ and you can post to the collection here. Only fanworks submitted/@ us on tumblr or in the official AO3 collection, or fanworks posted to our Dreamwidth community, are guaranteed to be included in our roundup. Please also let us know what prompt you created for, if any - people are always welcome to create for past prompts instead.

We have a Discord - invite here - if you want a place to chat about your ships or what you’re creating for them.

We look forward to seeing what people create for it. If you’re enthused about the day, we’d be especially appreciative of any reblogs to help spread the word about the event.

[jabberwock-islanders]

Hajime Hinata headcanons that totally aren't us projecting on him

We adore this boy <33

He's a burnt out gifted kid. Since Hope's Peak is essentially a private school, you can't tell me I'm wrong.

^ The above point feeds into his low self worth. He used to be so bright when he was younger, so capable. What happened? Why is he suddenly struggling to keep up with his peers when he was so far ahead of them in previous years? Will he ever be able to catch up with them? Will he be worth anything in the long run if he can't?

Since Hajime's family is literally never mentioned (as far as I know at least), time to make up some stuff! /silly

Hajime had a wonderful relationship with his mother. She was the main one who funded his HPA fees and wanted him to have the best opportunities he could. His father? ...Not so much.

Now, Hajime's father wasn't awful. He gave Hajime the support he needed, he taught him every life skill he knows, and gave him the push he needed to do better. But once he enrolled in HPA, those pushes were a little too hard and a little too frequent. Because of Hajime's academic and social struggles, his relationship with his father reached a low point. Now he no longer had the love and support he had grown used to. All his father seemed to express towards him was disappointment.

So yeah, Hajime is a mama's boy. Now for the lighthearted stuff!

Hajime is a MASSIVE classic rock fan. ACDC and Queen are his favorites! He listens to some other subgenres of rock, but that mostly consists of the occasional indie rock track in his playlist.

Other than that, Hajime's music taste tends to fluctuate and bend to include some music his friends listen to! He has some punk rock from Kazuichi and Ibuki, Mario Kart music from Chiaki, and 80s-90s death metal from... Nagito?? Wow, that was unexpected.

Hajime's fashion style is very... plain. But! Every so often he lets his friends dress him up in something within their aesthetic! His friends have noted that light academia suits him best. They try their best to get him to wear a little bit more than a polo shirt and slacks, but some days dressing simple is dressing good.

Hajime is a bisexual polyam king and no one can convince me otherwise >:]

While Hajime is a little bit dense, he's very good at telling when one of his close friends is upset (even if they themselves haven't noticed yet). This skill is especially useful with Nagito and Chiaki, since they rarely ever tell anyone they're sad or upset without being specifically asked about it.

^ Adding to the previous headcanon, Hajime is the mom friend. He takes care of the others and commits their likes and dislikes to memory. He knows exactly how to cheer them up and calm them down better than anyone else in his class. It's one of the reasons why so many of his classmates adore him.

While Hajime is really good at taking care of others, he's God Awful at taking care of himself. His classmates always have to physically hold him down via cuddle piling when he's upset or hurt so they can make sure he's actually taking a moment to relax. And then there's Nagito and Chiaki who coddle him 24/7 no matter what (although they do it in very different ways).

Okay, I think that's enough for now lol

[official-darkforest]

i am SOOO unbelievably thrilled by your anthro au omg. do you have fashion ideas for the characters? like their favorite outfits, fabrics, etc? imo one of the best parts of anthro characters is deciding how they'd express themselves through their clothing :]

I HAVE A FEW ALREADY!!!! i dont have many specifics because theres so many characters ahd i havent drawn them all yet LOL but i'll share the ones i do have at least SOMETHING for

im also trying to keep these reasonable for the time period and location, as in my au the clan cats are mostly rural and in small towns set (mostly) before the 2000s so most may dress more modest and conservative (especially if theyre older and very religious)

squirrelflight - the best i can describe her sense of fashion is that it ranged from tomboy as a younger girl and is currently closer to a working class butch. im not sure if masc would be a more appropriate term since i dont hc her as a lesbian (shes bi) but she dresses "like a man" and owns a lot of jeans, slacks, and button-up shirts of all kinds of fabrics and patterns. she also enjoys bright colors as well, but as she got older her fashuon sense got a little more sensible and less "loud" like it was in the 60s and 70s. she also has glasses like her daddy once shes like 35 or so. she and firestar dressed very similarly, and a lot of her shirts and neckties are things she stole from his closet

feathertail - very feminine. hippie adjacent, lots of loose and flowing garments and jingly pieces. breatheable clothes and open toed shoes. her favorite swimsuit had some little frilly bits on it i think. often combines neutral earthy tones with blues and whites

crowfeather - lots of handmedowns from his father. clothes you can do farmwork in like jeans, overalls, hardy flannel/denim shirts and boots. never grew out of this and still dresses this way and he likes it

jayfeather - he looks like a modernized (as far as the 80s goes) version of his father - same hairstyle snd way of dress. he isnt too formal but does have some more preppiness to his clothing style (polo shirts and sweaters). he avoids full button downs since buttoning them himself jjust gets frustrating since he cant match them up every time. new wave band shirts. he also wears orange tinted glasses to protect his eyes (in this au i wrote that hes able to perceive shadows and light pretty okay, but not much else beyond that) And Kinda As A Fashion Statement cuz it goes well with his facial structure and hairstyle i think

lionblaze - hes like if the stereotypical jock and stereotypical 80s rock+metal enthusiast had a baby. muscle tees and bandanas, ripped jeans, those absurdly short shorts, crop tops, etc. he's a drummer i think if that matters LOL

ivypool - punk, also sorta like joan jett to an extent. very homemade, tho sometimes she gets lazy and doesnt really commit to the outfits all the way (but definitely has the mindset, dint get me wrong). one of those girls with a chest small enough to go braless 99% of the time; wears a lot of tank tops and sleeveless shirts LOL

bone/brick/scourge - just google "the outsiders movie" or "greaser" and you'll get the idea. tho i imagine these three in particular also have some kind of bare minimum formalwear scraped together from their escapades. theyre kinda like the jetts/sharks from west side story if that helps at all

daisy - she combines flowing, pretty dresses with a sunhat and work boots. she also teaches horseback riding and owns a few (its a business she runs w smokey and floss. i think its be funny if they were polyam ITS MY AU I CAN CHANGE WHAT I WANT) and she has horseback-appropriate clothing as well

poppyfrost - THEE preppy girl of the 80s. big hair, perm and all. dresses with pastel colors. her sisters cinderheart and honeyfern are pretty similar, tho i imagine honeyfern is a little more sporty and cinderheart takes inspiration from madonna once shes trying to court lionblaze

hazeltail - long haired country girl butch. enough said

spottedleaf snd cinderpelt are nuns lol

[sparingiscaring]

@rainbow-scarf

It's this guy!

Every so often I come across the Polyamorous flag i designed in the wild and it's like a Jumpscare

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Jean x Vincent x Reader

Written for July's Polyam Shipping Day Prompt: Ceremony from @polyamships and August's Extended Fluffbruary Prompt: Radiant from @fluffbruary

Words: 454

Summary: Jean wasn’t given to crying, but he wasn't sure he would make it through this unforgetable moment without crying, with how radiant you looked to his eyes.

Tags: Fluff, Wedding, Jean's POV

I will probably add another chapter to this from another POV later...

It's been little over three hours since I posted last fic, but I already wrote another. Just as short, but I am learning to write shorter fics these days. I think of that as a milestone for me.

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Jean wasn’t given to crying, but he felt like he had cried a lot more since you came into his life. Mostly tears of happiness.

And once again he found these tears threatening to fall, as he watched you walk down the aisle towards him.

A wedding ceremony was something Jean thought he had to give up for loving both you and Vincent.

A small sacrifice for everything he gained from and with you.

But you had sought a way. Someone willing to help you. And you had found it. Even if Jean didn’t like or trust him very much, and he wasn’t the only one. But he was in no position to be picky, and you and Vincent were so happy.

And there you were now, in this dream that had become true.

Your eyes met his, and you gave him a smile, also struggling with your own tears. You were always his radiant light, but your smile shone brighter than ever before at this moment.

Jean averted his gaze from you, stunned by such radiance, and his gaze fell on the other groom by his side.

Vincent looked equally stunned as he stared at you, almost as if he was frozen by it.

Everyone’s eyes were on you too, some who also looked about to cry - again in some cases.

Jean looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours again, and he had to close his eyes to still keep the tears back. You were beautiful in any form, but there was something dreamy about you today. A scene Jean wished he could immortalize somehow.

Not that he would ever forget this moment.

When you were at the foot of the stairs, both of them extended their hands to you, and you held them, taking a deep breath.

Pulling you right between them, both kissed the back of the hand they were holding, and when they looked up, the three if you shared a smile.

Vincent’s smile was as radiant as yours and, for the first time, Jean had no doubt he looked just as radiant to you.

You made him glow. And Jean was no longer afraid of being, not only under your light, but also of being a bright star himself.

You made him, not only long for the light, but turned him into light. Light he would always use to bring you happiness.

And you made him feel like he was forgiven. Like the monster that he was afraid of becoming no longer existed.

And maybe, this unusual relationship would indeed be blessed.

And the ceremony started. Jean unsure if he would make it to the end of it without crying, with how your radiant love filled his heart.

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[angelicnecrosis]

Can you make a pack for a slug themed alter? 🐌Include whatever you want! Transids, gender, whatever. I’m not picky!

waughhh this took me forever to get to ,,, sorry! but here they are!! :D

names ↣ cedar, oakley, darcy, florence, melanie

pronouns ↣ she hyr they luck rot cell

age ↣ ageless, young adult presenting

gender ↣ transfem leaning genderfluid

orientation ↣ sapphic leaning mspec, polyam aroacespec

species ↣ nonhuman, hybrid slug + human

roles ↣ caregater, embracer

transIDS ↣ transvitiligo, transmute, transintersex, transASLuser,

paras ↣ plushophilia, somnophilia, incest, MAP

traits ↣ very motherly, caring, and sweet. loves collecting people as part of hyr family, enjoys picking up new hobbies, loves cozy days at home with lucks loved ones, likes cats

front triggers ↣ thunderstorms, halloween movies, baking warm desserts (especially apple pie)

first picrew , second picrew

[START ID: two images. the first has a dark green background with a full body drawing of a black woman in the center. she has long, dark brown hair with bangs and three bright green stripes on top. she has vitiligo covering her arms, legs, and face, with black eyes. she is wearing a light green tank top with a darker green butterfly in the center. she is wearing black shorts, desaturated green socks with black and white shoes, and two pearl necklaces. she has a long brown tail resembling a slug.

the second image contains a bust drawing of the same black woman over a stock photo of a river with hills. her hair is closer to black in this image, and the green stripes are darker. she has lighter green eyeshadow, and her tank top resembles a leafy texture. she is wearing two different necklaces, the first being a short chain of leaves, pearls, and a strawberry in the center. the second is a longer black thread that holds a green crystal at the end. her hand is held slightly curled in front of her. /END ID]

[lilacs-stash]

Soooo much "the bright lights are a polycule" and yet, no Fanbulb

[redtail-lol]

So I'm stupid and didn't post the poly lesbian tidal labels

Point and laugh. Flags based on Kenochoric's poly lesbian flag. This is polysexual not polyam.

#1: Full-Moon Springtide Poly Lesbian

[Image ID: A 5 striped flag modeled after the poly lesbian flag by kenochoric. The top stripe is a dark magenta; the second one down is a slightly desaturated green; the middle stripe is white; the second to last stripe is a bright periwinkle; the bottom stripe is white. The flag on the left has a fade between the top two stripes and bottom two stripes, and the middle stripe is glowing. Both flags have pink full moons.]

Meaning: Someone who considers themselves a poly lesbian because they're attracted to multiple genders that could be considered part of lesbian attraction, usually equally! Ex: wlw and wlnb

#2: First-Quarter Neaptide Poly Lesbian

[Image ID: A 5 striped flag modeled after the poly lesbian flag by kenochoric. The top stripe is a deep, dark, reddish magenta; the second one down is green; the middle stripe is a bright cyan; the second to last stripe is a deep periwinkle. The bottom stripe is a dusty violet. The flag on the left has a fade between the top two stripes and bottom two stripes, and the middle stripe is glowing. Both flags have pink half moons, with the left half being obscured by shadow.]

Meaning: Someone who considers themselves a poly lesbian because they are poly, but either a) their attraction to genders considered part of lesbian attraction is much greater than their attraction to other genders, and as such they feel somewhere in between pan and lesbian, b) they're attracted to more genders considered part of lesbian attraction than genders not, or b) they're only comfortable having relationships with people who would normally fall under lesbian attraction

#3: New-Moon Springtide Poly Lesbian

[Image ID: A 5 striped flag modeled after the lunian flag by kenochoric. The top stripe is a deep, dark, reddish magenta; the second one down is a dark, dusty green; the middle stripe is a bright cyan; the second to last stripe is a dusty purple; The bottom stripe is a darker dusty purple. The flag on the left has a fade between the top two stripes and bottom two stripes, and the middle stripe is glowing. Both flags have pink new moons.]

Meaning: Someone who considers themselves a poly lesbian because they use the split attraction model, and are lesbian in one form of attraction and poly in another

#4: Third-Quarter Neaptide Poly Lesbian

[Image ID: A 5 striped flag modeled after the lunian flag by kenochoric. The top stripe is a deep, dark, reddish magenta; the second one down is a dark, dusty green; the middle stripe is a bright cyan; the second to last stripe is periwinkle. The bottom stripe is violet. The flag on the left has a fade between the top two stripes and bottom two stripes, and the middle stripe is glowing. Both flags have pink half moons, with the right half being obscured by shadow.]

Meaning: Someone who considers themselves a poly lesbian because they are poly, and are reclaiming the historical definition of lesbian!

#5: Tidalphasic Poly Lesbian

[Image ID: The original poly lesbian flag by kenochoric with its pink top stripe, green second stripe, cyan middle stripe, periwinkle mixed with blue second to last stripe, and bottom purple stripe, with an overlay of 4 pink moons in a small arc. From left to right, they are a full moon, a half moon with left side shadow, a new moon, and a half moon with right side shadow. The left flag also has a fade between the middle three stripes and bottom two stripes]

Meaning: Someone who's reason for identifying as a poly lesbian is fluid and changes. They go through the many phases of possibilities just like the moon and tide!

#6: Midtide Poly Lesbian

[Image ID: A 5 striped flag modeled after the poly lesbian flag by kenochoric. The top stripe is a desaturated pink; the second one down is a light, desaturated green; the middle stripe is a light cyan; the second to last stripe is between periwinkle and blue; the bottom stripe is a desaturated purple. The flag on the left has a fade between the middle three stripes and bottom two stripes. Both flags have pink crescent moons.]

Meaning: A poly lesbian who's experience was not covered by this post, or a poly lesbian who's experience is a mix of the labels here. You are all valid lesbians but I don't know every way to be a poly lesbian! Just like the tide, lesbian experiences aren't rigid and there are times you are in between two.

Okay I'm done it's 1 am and I just realized how dumb I am good night

[cloudyangeltv]

[polyamships]

[ID: “Polyam Shipping Day / 14th of every month”. Next to the text is a red infinity sign that finishes in a heart on top. Above the text are rows of stylized hearts in the colors of both versions of the polyam pride flag (black, red, bright blue, light green, dark green, light blue, navy). /end ID]

September 14th 2024 is our 42nd Polyam Shipping Day.

The optional theme for it is: 🛏️ Bedroom 🫣

It's time for you to dust off those And-they-were-roommates! AUs. Or maybe write about what happens when there's only one bed (bad thing) vs only one bed (good thing). This can be about a polycule's first house together and how they decide their sleeping arrangements: How do they decide how many rooms they need? Is there a system in place? Maybe they've bought a giant bed and they're assembling it themselves and hilarity ensues. Has any of your characters redesigned a bedroom for a new partner? Given them space somehow (like giving someone a drawer as a relationship step)? Of course, you can always make this smutty and write about all the naughty things that can happen in a bedroom. Or maybe you decide to go the horror route and write your characters trapped in a bedroom and whether they get out or not. Perhaps you want to write the first time the polycule visits one their families and have them stay in their childhood room, or about being invited into a partner's bedroom for the first time. Or perhaps you're in an Angst mood and want to write about your polycule's last night together before something terrible happens: do they sleep? do they stay up all night talking? do they say their goodbyes? does one of them watch the rest sleep before leaving for Reasons?

…

We’ll be tracking #PolyamShippingDay, and keeping an eye out for any @polyamships mentions too. We will reblog any polyam-positive fanworks featuring polyamorous ships of any configuration/type from any fandom. All ratings are welcome but anything nsfw/triggery should be warned for and behind a read more, as should very long tumblr fic.

You can also submit works directly to the blog or send us asks to let us know to check your blog for a post. If you’re posting on AO3, our collection name is ‘PolyamShippingDay‘ and you can post to the collection here. Only fanworks submitted/@ us on tumblr or in the official AO3 collection, or fanworks posted to our Dreamwidth community, are guaranteed to be included in our roundup. Please also let us know what prompt you created for, if any - people are always welcome to create for past prompts instead.

We have a Discord - invite here - if you want a place to chat about your ships or what you’re creating for them.

We look forward to seeing what people create for it. If you’re enthused about the day, we’d be especially appreciative of any reblogs to help spread the word about the event.

[rootingfordorks]

One-shot getting together Ted/Trent as part of a polyam Ted/Trent/Beard relationship. Domestic fluff, rated PG.

Hearth & Home

Trent's kitchen was warm and bright with huge windows over the sink that let in the summer light. Glass-fronted cabinets on either side of the windows displayed mismatched dishware, and the several tea towels hung around the kitchen were equally discordant. Trent only bought things that made him smile -- or had the same effect on his daughter -- without a thought of coordination. The result was eclectic, but homey.

The countertops were covered with groceries, the result of a shopping run he'd done before picking Adeline up from school. Truthfully, the shopping could've waited a few days, but he had wanted to give Beard some space to talk to Ted. He looked over at Ted, who had bustled into the room as soon as Trent mentioned supper and was now at the stove making some sort of sauce, a soundtrack of Beard and Adeline playing together in the next room.

"Good talk, then?" he asked Ted. Ted lit up and turned half towards him, keeping one eye on his saucepan.

"The best," Ted said. "Coach filled me in about a few key details that I had previously misunderstood -- all things that he's already told you, of course -- and we're on the same page now. Same paragraph, even. We had a good ole fashioned heart to heart."

Ted's happiness was magnetic (but then, what about Ted wasn't?) and Trent was pulled closer.

"And a bit of a snog," Trent smirked. He was surprised when Ted shook his head and tutted.

"No, sir. It's my understanding that you all use that term about something hot and heavy." He paused long enough for Trent's noncommittal head tilt. "Beard and I stuck to kissin' and cuddlin'."

Trent had a brief marvel at what his fifteen year old self -- dutifully closeted, dreadfully lonely, diligently socially acceptable -- would think about this. Nevermind the whole friends with professional footballers thing. He thought his younger self would be shocked senseless by the rush of fond satisfaction his current self felt at hearing someone talk about kissing his live-in boyfriend.

"And talkin'," Ted added thoughtfully. He checked the sauce, nodded, and turned off the hob. "The hickey was a last-minute addition, a little gift from me to you."

Trent snorted. "You're so thoughtful," he commented drily. Ted grinned, then waggled his eyebrows. He didn't elaborate on the comment, but Trent had a sense of what he meant: he wanted to show he was serious. That this was real.

Ted stepped forward, reaching out to trail his hand down Trent's arm and take his hand. Trent interlaced their fingers and squeezed. He could feel his heart beating, let out a breath he suddenly realized he was holding.

They leaned in and their lips met. Ted's lips were soft and his moustache a bit prickly. He kissed Trent gently, a slow interplay of pursuit and withdrawal. Trent met his every move, savoring the slide of their mouths. It was almost entirely different to the week prior's experience; Trent resolved to catalogue every type of kiss in Ted's repertoire.

Ted's free hand rested on Trent's waist, and Trent had mirrored the pose. He tilted his head minutely and sucked Ted's lower lip into his mouth, but Ted didn't pick up the pace. Instead, Ted seemed to slow down. Time slowed down. The only thing in the world was this kiss. They were stood close enough that Trent could feel Ted's belly against his whenever they inhaled at the same time. It was perfect.

Eventually Ted ended the kiss (with a peck on the lips and then one on the cheek). He smiled into the space between them.

"Hi," Trent said softly. Ted smiled back, saying nothing but staring into Trent's eyes.

"Trent?" Ted asked, but didn't wait for a reply. He knew he had Trent's attention. "Be my boyfriend?"

"Oh, you smooth bastard," Trent said. He shook his head, thoroughly charmed.

"My momma insists that she was married to my daddy when I was born."

Trent kissed him briefly for that, because he apparently had a weakness for smartasses. Then he said yes, because after a year and a half of close friendship he knew Ted needed certain things said aloud.

A small voice yelling "dad!" from the other room popped their bubble, and Trent turned toward the doorway as Adeline marched in demanding her supper.

"It's almost ready, sugar," Ted told her. As usual, Trent got all soft and gooey at Ted's relationship with his daughter. Getting to see him with his own son over the last few months had only intensified the effect. "Why don't you and Coach get the table ready?"

As Adeline and Beard went in and out of the kitchen to set the table and make a salad, Ted quickly finished preparing the pasta and Trent cut the bread.

He waited until Adeline was clinking around in the dining room and asked, "When do you want to tell the kids? We could tell Addy tonight if you don't mind Henry hearing the news after her."

"Doesn't Tasha have to interview me, first? Run a background check?"

"It was more of an interrogation when I did it," Beard commented as he gathered more supplies. Ted pointed at his retreating back for emphasis.

"You're on first name terms with my ex-wife," Trent pointed out. "The agreement is that we introduce our S.O's to each other before they get to meet Addy, but you've been in Addy's and my life for years. Tasha already knows and trusts you."

Trent paused while Adeline and Beard rummaged through the pantry. He watched Ted carefully, trying to track his thoughts as they flew across his face.

"I gotcha," Ted said when they were alone again. "Let's tell the kids together, though. Too bad Henry's at a sleepover. Maybe we do movie night tomorrow at my place?" Trent nodded his agreement, satisfied.

[cyborg-franky]

OC x Canon Week

I wrote for myself for once. I did the @theocxcanonweek

Marco x Ray x Ace

SFW

TW: Nightmares, injury, polyam, age differences

Prompts: Tending to an injury - "Forgive me." - Mythical

Art by @ // donivanessdoodles

The sea was calm as a soft breeze helped the large ship bob across its seamless surface. Stars twinkled across the darkness that encompassed the world below. The window was ajar, the sea breeze kissing the exposed shoulders of the two pirates cuddled in bed. 

Both were fast asleep, limbs tangled under the sheets. Ray curled up against Ace who draped an arm lazily over his body. Ace nuzzled his nose into the silvery strands of hair, pulling Ray closer against his chest, a sigh as his brows furrowed.

The dreams that rolled across his subconsciousness grew turbulent, nightmares prickled beneath the surface as the waves of his mind turned. Ace felt the self-doubt and negativity that his partners helped to keep away pulling him below the waves. Ray and Marco weren’t in here to tell him he was loved, to hold his hand, to remind him he was worthy of their love.

Nightmares clung to him, a storm chased away the warmth of dreams from moments ago. Like the night chasing the sun across the world, drowning it in the horizon, buried under a sheet of darkness. The nightmares found Ace, pulling him in every direction.

Bright blinding fire, explosions and screaming. He could hear the deafening sound all around him before a ringing in his ears took it away. He saw the small boat sink, he could see Luffy’s lips moving but couldn’t hear a sound. 

Loss, overwhelming loss clutched his chest even as he slept. His grip on Ray was tighter, fingers digging into plush flesh as he whimpered. He whispered Sabo as the nightmare morphed from flames painting the indigo night with misery, feeling the heat from where they stood, watching helplessly.

All the things people had said about him got louder and louder as the darkness flashed into light. The bright blinding light caused him to flinch in the real world. He watched as unimaginable scenes played out in his mind.

Losing his new family, his friends, and his crew. One after another he saw them slain, saw them dying to protect him. Tears ran down his face as he began to thrash. He was so alone, everything was taken away from him right before his eyes and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

The rage, sadness, and frustration burned him up. 

Trapped in his nightmares, unaware his body started to burn up. His hands grew hot, hotter, as hot as fire. Before flame could erupt from his hand a loud scream pierced the air and caused his eyes to open, confused and blinking his eyes as he grabbed Ray harder and heard him sobbing. “Ace! Fuck Ace!” Ray shrieked and elbowed him.

Ace then realized his hand, the hand that had grabbed Ray in a desperate attempt to anchor himself in the stormy waves of his nightmares was glowing. He retracted it as if he’d been burnt and that was when the sobering of the situation hit Ace like a bucket of ice-cold water.

Ray was crying, tears running down his face as he balled himself up. A big angry red handprint on his thigh. Nervous feathers prickled down his arms as he sniffled, grey iridescent feathers growing in number, his arms almost becoming wings, showing his distress.

The door to the bedroom swung open, Marco stood in the doorway, eyes wide and blue flames dancing across his shoulders as he stared at the two. Ace looked guilty, freckled cheeks wet from crying as he reached out for Ray.

“Pidge, I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean it! Marco, please do something.” Ace begged and tried to pull Ray against him, trying to shush him. Ray fell against his chest, trying to catch his breath as Marco took in the situation.

“Please forgive me..” Ace whispered against Ray’s hair, stroking his trembling hands through the strands. 

Marco moved, able to assess the situation, and placed his hand on the angry red mark on his boyfriend's thigh. “Shhh little bird, shh.” Marco cooed softly as he used his cooling flames on the taut and burning skin. He watched the redness fade but clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“It’s going to scar, a burn this deep and bad, I didn’t get here in time for it not to be permanent yoi.” Marco caught the look on Ace’s face at the news. Ray was still whining in pain but was seeking comfort wrapped in Ace’s arms.

The three sat there on the bed as things started to calm down. Ace felt a pain in his lip, he’d been biting down on it, trying to keep from falling over himself in apologies again. Marco had an arm wrapped around Ray, rubbing his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Pidge,” Ace sighed. “I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it. I’m not mad, I promise.” Ray smiled, leaning up and kissing his cheek, Ace felt some relief in his reply but still felt awful for the hand-shaped branding he’d caused.

“I’m not mad either Ace, but I think it’s back to sleeping in seastone for you,” Marco said and Ace nodded. “Yeah.. I think so..”

“Does it still hurt yoi?” Marco asked, the blue healing flames danced at his fingertips as he traced the painful-looking burn. Soothing the skin once more. “Only a little, thank you.” Ray sighed.

“Well, I think we are all well and truly awake, how about I go make us tea? Maybe there’s some dessert left over we can have to calm our nerves.” Marco suggested and chuckled when both his boyfriends looked up at the same time at the mention of a midnight snack.

[alumort]

Ao3

HIYA so i havent been promoting new fics here bc.. i forgor.. but i rlly like this one

exploring nejis mental illness through fic /hj (nejilee exes that later date while shikalee married, polyam moment... but that wont happen until maany chapters go on XD)

Hope you enjoy (if u do id love to read your thoughts on this... ty....)

He was on the battlefield, protecting his cousin from a certain death– fulfilling his role as a Side branch member at last, following his destiny that no matter how hard he tried to fight, Neji knew well it was just bound to happen one day.

He had received the attack for her, no matter what his fate would be. All the boy knew is that it would still be way better than what the Main branch would do to him, had they known that he didn’t die for one of the heiresses…

Neji fell to the ground, body going numb in mere seconds. He could see blood escaping from where the wooden stakes had hit him, and from his mouth– he was dying, and there was nothing to do to avoid it.

“NEJI!” a familiar voice screamed, and he was held in someone's arms– Lee was crying while holding him, lips shaking as he spoke.

But Neji couldn’t hear whatever it was that his boyfriend said, for his ears were ringing too loudly to even let him think; all he knew was that he would die soon, see his father once more after so many years…

And he closed his eyes, awaiting for the sweet peace of death, knowing he could do nothing to avoid his fate. Even if he survived somehow, his Clan wouldn’t allow him to live freely, forcing him to marry a woman he didn’t even know just for appearance’s sake.

Not being able to be with Lee… it was better just to die in his arms, to wait for him on the other side.

His eyes soon saw a bright light, and Neji knew it was time to go. Though his head hurt afterwards, and his eyes seemed to open on their own, as if waking up from a long, long nap. He felt exhausted as hell. The brunet just wanted to go back to sleep once more, so comfortable on his bed that he didn't want to wake up at all; He was tired. Why couldn't he just go and rest for a bit longer? Although his body probably wouldn't allow it, knowing himself. His back hurt a lot.

Much less when the boy could feel two people around him, judging by how little his senses could tell him– a familiar chakra accompanied by someone unknown, though neither of them had any kind of malicious intent.

“Papa, I think he's awake,” he heard one of them say, and only then did the brunet open an eye again, enough to see but to not be affected by the light. “Um– good morning, Neji.”

Another voice chuckled at this, and it wasn’t someone he didn’t know; rather, it was different… Deeper, somehow. Changed.

“Metal, he has been asleep for a decade, I do not think he will–”

And then he saw it– the same face he had fallen in love with, albeit more tired, older… shocked to be able to look at his eyes, as if it was an oddity of sorts.

Lee immediately went towards him, a clear confusion in his face as he analyzed the situation, unable to believe it at all. Neji tried to speak but only a weak cough was able to escape from his lips, and no matter how hard he tried he wasn't able to even lift an arm. His body was too tired, deteriorated for some reason he couldn't understand.

Though, if what Lee had said was true… that would mean he had been in a coma for a long, long time. No wonder his muscles had gotten atrophied due to not being used at all for years.

Of course. Ten years had passed, and he hadn't moved a single millimeter of his body.

“Neji?! You are– you woke up! It has been so long!” his boyfriend said, and Neji could tell he was trying to hold back tears; careful as always, Lee attempted to hold his hands, still not comprehending what was going on but joyful nonetheless. “Oh, Neji, we thought you would never– but you woke up!”

“But– but I told you he would do it!” Metal chimed in with a pout, crossing his arms against his chest.

Now that the brunet could get a better view of his companions, he realized Lee had a beautiful ring on one of his fingers, and that the small boy was… pretty much a copy of him, albeit with some changes. Neji felt his head hurting due to the mix of confusion and shock, and not being able to say anything only agitated him more.

Of course. Life had gone on, an entire decade had passed, and Lee continued with his life. Anyone would have in his place, yet… Neji felt a pang in his heart.

“L… love,” he managed to mumble after long, long seconds, and Lee just… let go of his hands, denying with his head at the mention of the nickname.

Metal was the most confused out of the three now, looking from one adult to the other for answers without saying anything at all.

“Neji, I– I never imagined I would speak with you again. I am married, and I have children now,” the taijutsu master replied, looking away. His son observed the situation in silence, looking a bit anxious now. “Shikamaru and I… it just happened. We can still be friends, but that is it.”

He had been expecting it, yet Lee's words didn't hurt less; Neji felt his heart shattering in pieces on the spot, lips trembling– he looked away, not really in the mood to look his now-ex in the eyes anymore. Only wanting to be swallowed by the thin hospital blanket covering his body.

“... fine,” Neji muttered, feeling tears threatening to go out, though he just inhaled to calm himself down and… repress them, as usual.

“I will help you with whatever you need to heal, alright? I probably need to call the nurse… but you will not be alone on this, Neji. I will make sure of that!” Lee added in an attempt to cheer him up, though the brunet wasn't listening anymore.

He felt alone, anyways, with his mind stuck years in the past. Not even his companion's bright smile managed to fill the newfound hole in his heart– and honestly, he just wanted to rest, close his eyes and fall into the same deep slumber he had just gotten out of.

His fate had always been the worst, and it was clearer with every passing day. It would've been better if he had just died during the war– that way, Neji would've never seen Lee moving on without him, he wouldn't be struggling with his lack of movements and newfound weakness.

It was a torture. His boyfriend– ex, was so close yet so far, and the doctors immediately went to help him recover as fast as they could. Sakura personally was supervising his case no matter how complicated being the Hokage and the Head Doctor was at the same time, wanting to heal him as possible.

But it was complicated– he had no reason to heal, after all. So why bother? Neji didn't feel any kind of enthusiasm about getting out of the hospital, knowing well he would be alone again, unable to even walk on his own because of his damaged muscles… he hated how slow he had become, not only in his movements but also in reading.

His brain had forgotten certain words and phrases, and kanji was not an easy task anymore. Neji didn't like going back to the beginning, even if the doctors said it was good for him.

He should've just died. That would've been more merciful, but fate had never been kind. Of course it would keep him alive, solely to play with his feelings… he should've expected it.

[fromthemouthofkings]

Nanowrimo 2023

aka: let me ramble to you about my nonbinary lesbian polyam mermaid story

Summary:

When misanthropic marine biologist Belle Fischer moves into the cozy seaside town of Hidden Coves, she is reluctantly amused by the town's kitchy charm...and the town's baker, one very charming butch named SJ Ortiz. However, mysterious forces are moving in the deep, and Belle soon finds herself torn between the land and the sea.

The cast of characters:

Belle Fischer: a pretty, punk marine biologist who loves the ocean almost as much as she is afraid of people

SJ Ortiz: a charming, soft butch cupcake shop owner and overachiever, fun aunt, and smooth talker extrairdinaire

Aen: them that the ocean whispers to when it has bad dreams, priest of the old god speedrunning their religious trauma, an actual real life mermaid

excerpt below the cut

Unfortunately, the cozy little seaside town of Hidden Coves was the only fucking place in the world where the endangered Scarlet Bellied Sea Turtle laid its eggs. Not down the coast in sunny Los Angeles, where the UCLA campus could provide easy access to lab space, equipment, and punk shows. Not up in San Francisco, which at least had a subculture, even if it was kind of a tourist trap. No, the Scarlet Bellied Sea Turtle was a picky motherfucker that insisted on laying its eggs in the kitchiest town on the coast of California.

Belle glowered at the faded sign announcing Come find us Fathoms Below at Fathoms Below Deepsea Adventure Park! One spindly, weatherbeaten wooden roller coaster rose uncertainly above the sandy beach, which Belle immediately vowed never to get on. She could bet that the summer tourists were just great for the sea turtles. Noisy, annoying, disrespectful–they came with their giant SUVs and their litter and their dollar signs for the “local economy” and dug and kicked and poked at endangered wildlife and its precarious habitat.

She was not looking forward to getting to know her new neighbors.

She drove on down Oceanfront Drive, keeping an eye out for the conservation center that was to be her home for the next six or seven months. The main street was lined with cute little shops–an antique shop, an ice cream parlor, a little restaurant with a large, smiling taco above the door–the town even had its own cupcake shop.

Continuing on down the road, she came at last to a sign that read Coves Ocean Conservation and Research Center and took a hard right. A curving drive took her to a small, square building set beside the water on a small cove, with a walkway heading down to a stretch of sandy beach. She parked the U-Haul in front of the door and climbed out, surveying her new home.

She didn't hate it. The beach looked quiet and the water sparkled invitingly. It was a bright turquoise in the bay, dropping off to a dark blue further out. She straightened her shoulders and anchored her combat boots underneath her.

“Time to take names and kick ass,” she muttered to herself under her breath, “time to take names and kick ass–” she stomped up the steps to the front door– “time to take names–”

For just a moment before she pushed open the door, she thought she caught a glimpse of something in the water. It was gone in a moment–was it the flash of a fin? The tip of a tail? She hesitated for a moment, straining her eyes. There shouldn’t be anything that big in the bay–could a shark or a dolphin have gotten caught in the shallow waters? Or was it just a trick of the light?