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jabberwock-islanders · 3 months ago

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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

#sdr2 #danganronpa 2 #super danganronpa 2 #goodbye despair #super danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #hajime hinata #hajime hinata headcanons #headcanons #my headcanons #hcs #head canon #chiaki nanami #nagito komaeda #kazuichi soda #ibuki mioda

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official-darkforest · 9 months ago

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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

#warrior cats #anthro warrior cats #micks anthro au

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welcome-to-puppet-hell · 1 day ago

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To Who It Entices (Part I)

Summary: Things have been different since Homewarming. Soon after Eddie leaves with Frank, Barnaby walks you home. What happens next leads to a series of situations no one could have predicted. And it all will come to a head during one of the most romantic holidays celebrated within Home.

Pairings: Barnaby x GN!Reader x Wally, Eddie Dear x Frank Frankly, Julie x Frank (onesided)

Rating: T+ (suggestive but no nsfw; at worst, lots of foul language)

Content/Warnings: Derealization, Unreality, Panic Attacks, PTSD, Memories of toxic relationships, Kissing (LOTS of kissing), Unhappy Ending, Jealousy, Multiple Relationships, Polyam, Angst, Explicit Language, Everyone is OOC

Note: This will include a LOT of shipping. If you're against certain pairings, feel free to block and move on. I'm not huge with the shipping thing, I'm just having fun.

All dividers are from @saradika-graphics

Chapter 1: Babes In Toyland

“…Do you think Eddie will be okay?”

“Hmm? Whatta ya mean?”

“C’mon, Barnaby. You know what I mean. Eddie didn’t look like he had a good time tonight, at all. He looked…looked…”

You pause to think, to come up with a way to describe what you saw earlier that evening.

It had been only for a brief moment during the Homewarming party, but you managed to catch a lot in that brief moment. That moment in which Eddie Dear sat down in one of the armchairs in Home’s sitting room with his plate consisting of a single pea. How he smiled one minute, and then frowned the next. How his eyes glazed over, even as they darted around in this panic that you couldn’t really understand. How his mind wandered somewhere far away, enough that even Frank could barely get him back to himself.

You tried not to watch the scene so deeply from your spot at the punch table, but it was still unnerving. How did no one else seem to feel the tension? Even Wally seemed ambivalent when Frank announced he was walking Eddie home, his smile wide and ever present.

Even now, your brow pinches downward at the memory as you continue walking next to Barnaby.

I really hope Eddie is okay…

A huge hand falls on your shoulder, bringing you back from your thoughts. You glance up.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, doll. I��m sure Eddie’s fine. He was probably still overwhelmed by all the stress from today. Plus, Frank’s with ‘im! Guy might be a stick in the mud, but even I can admit he’s nicer than he seems,” Barnaby says with a wink, looking unbothered but also confident at the same time. “Our mailman’s in good hands.”

Your mouth presses close together—but you nod. Maybe Barnaby is right?

“What about you, doll?”

“Hmm?”

Barnaby’s grin widens and he leans down to gently elbow your arm. “Ya have fun tonight?”

Blinking, you pause to come up with an answer. Truthfully, you did have a lot of fun. More fun than you expected to have, especially after Sally’s rather eerie Halloween about two months ago. A lot of what the neighborhood did for Homewarming felt…familiar. In a way you can’t really explain. From the exchange of gifts to the winter carols your neighbors sang, a lot of it felt like an echo of a life you can’t seem to remember. Perhaps before you moved in?

One can only wonder.

Either way, besides what happened with Eddie, tonight was fantastic!

So, with a beam of your own, you turn to look up at Barnaby. “I did, actually! I kind of like Homewarming, it’s very—sweet.”

Barnaby’s lazy grin widens even more, his lips twisting to make sure his pipe was hanging at the right side. “Glad to hear it!”

The two of you continue walking up the path that leads to your house, taking in a moment of peaceful silence. You find comfort in the crunch of snow beneath your boots, in the slight chill that seeps through your peacoat, in breathing the crisp smell that could only belong to winter, and in the bright lights that adorn every nook and cranny of the little hamlet. The neighborhood feels so alive, despite most of your neighbors still attending Wally and Home’s party.

A smile stretches across your face as you let out a sigh. It’s truly a lovely night.

Before you know it, just as the holiday cheer sinks into your bones with a special sort of warmth, your feet are right in front of your door.

“Okay, here’s you.”

“Thanks for walking me home, Barn.”

“No worries, kid. Anytime,” he says with a wink.

Something about the gesture makes you pause, your throat going dry; but you don’t know why. To hide it, you clear your throat and smile up at him.

“Do you want anything before you go? Maybe some water or coffee…?”

Barnaby pauses, his expression faltering just a little. It makes your heart freeze, then jumpstart into an overdrive. Did you come on a little too strong? Does he think you’re weird now? So many thoughts enter your brain, making your fingers grow cold and start to shake.

But then he smiles again, his expression a bit…warmer than before. Your throat tightens.

“Eh, I better not. If I drink your coffee now, I’ll have a latte problems falling to sleep later!”

A snort bursts out from you, followed by a laugh that you wish you could hold back. God, but his jokes are awful! So bad they should be illegal.

Barnaby’s smile grows at your laugh, then he quickly looks away from you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Besides, I gotta head back to the party to help Wally and Home clean up…”

Despite still giggling, you nod in understanding. Wally and Barnaby are inseparable, so it makes sense that the latter would want to help his best friend—even with this.

“I understand. Tell them I had lots of fun today! Can’t wait for the next Holiday party,” you say, starting to turn around.

“Sure will—whoa-ho-ho,” Barnaby exclaims, quickly followed by a chuckle. “Hang on, dollface, look up!”

You pause to glance up, blinking in bemusement. Hanging above your door, wrapped up in red silk ribbon, is a bunch of green stems with white blossoms at the end. You blink some more, feeling like this plant is familiar—and then your eyes widen in realization.

Mistletoe. Then you narrow your eyes, a thought coming to you. Wait, mistletoe? How did that get there? I-I didn’t—

“—Well, you know what the tradition says,” Barnaby teases, before clearing his throat dramatically and then removing his hat. His eyes are hooded now, making his expression look very sly, and he regards you with expectation.

However, you don’t falter. You just scoff and cross your arms, looking up at him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do about it,” you reply.

“Uh, to kiss me? Ain’t that how this goes?”

“How, you silly dog? You’re like a hundred feet tall compared to me. I’d have to do a running start to even get to you. Besides, I’m the one standing under the mistletoe. I shouldn’t have to put in the work.”

His smirk widens, just as his eyelids lower. “Oh, I see. So I gotta risk breaking my neck to kiss ya?”

“Well, you know what the tradition says,” you echo back to him playfully. Then you turn away, tapping your cheek in a mock demanding manner. “I’m waiting~!”

Barnaby gapes down at you a moment, at your absolute audacity—more daring than any other neighbor in Home—and then he releases a deep belly laugh.

“Well, excuse me, princess,” he retorts with a snicker, starting to lean downward.

His lips are just about to brush against your cheek before you turn to face him, for a reason you quickly forget—perhaps a retort to the “princess” comment?—but the reason itself doesn’t matter. What is truly significant is the result. This result, of course, being his lips gently brushing against your own. Barely a kiss, really. More like the feel of a butterfly’s wing grazing your skin.

With a gasp, you pull away, your gaze lifting to instantly meet with Barnaby’s. He stares into your eyes with a near blank expression, one you don’t really understand. The natural response should be to pull away, to awkwardly laugh about such shenanigans and forget it ever happened.

But then his paws are cradling your face and he leans forward again, his eyes closing. You do the same, letting out a sigh as his mouth meets yours in a kiss that is so soft, gentle. The sort that melts your insides and makes your knees feel like jelly. His arms slowly move to wrap around your body, lifting you up in the air, feet off the ground and kicking a little. You let out a soft moan, your hands sliding up to squeeze his shoulders as your mouth presses against this, perhaps attempt to deepen the kiss—

But then, with a sort of hiss, Barnaby breaks away from the kiss and leaves you rather dazed, even as he settles you back to the ground. Did…did that really happen?

You shake away any thought when you hear Barnaby cough. You look up to see him adjusting his hat and then turning around, keeping his expression hidden.

“W-well, time to call it a night!” he says while walking away, huge hands in the pockets of his coat. “I-I uh. Gotta get going. Help clean up and all that…”

“Um. Um, right. Okay.” A hard swallow, then a cough. “See you tomorrow?”

Barnaby pauses. Then he spins around, wearing his usual grin and throwing in a finger gun, his voice back its usual humorous inflection.

“Absolutely! Bright and early as always. Kid was talking earlier how he wanted to look at that new book that came in. ‘Bout that guy with the ear?”

You smile back, falling back into your role easily.

“Of course. I’ll make sure to set a copy aside for him. And to set aside a coffee for you,” you add with a pointed wink.

Barnaby winks back. “Appreciate it, doll! Just like always.” Then he gives a nod, along with a tip of his tiny hat. “G’night!”

You continue playing along and lift your hand in a wave, your smile unfaltering.

“Night, Barn! Happy Homewarming.”

“Same to you, kid.”

With that said, you both spun on your heels and went on your way. You, inside your house, intent on heading straight to bed. And Barnaby, down the pathway towards Home again.

The minute you close the door behind you, though, you nearly crumble against the door. Harsh breaths leave you like you’ve just run a marathon, heart hammering and causing a ringing in your ears. Heat fills your cheeks. Both of your hands lift to go to your mouth, as if Barnaby tattooed his own lips to yours.

You’re filled with a lot of emotions. Anxiousness, definitely. But there are other feelings that leave you…confused.

Joy is one, sure, and that might make sense—being kissed is usually enjoyable—but there’s also something else.

An emotion that brings images in your mind, of a life that is vastly different from the one you’re living now. One where you come home from work, and there’s someone else waiting for you. Your cat, sure, but this other person is about your height. Their face is a blur, but their aura full of—comfort. Someone else who kisses you softly and gently, their touch full of something that fills you up with warmth. Someone who made you feel safe…very much like Barnaby does.

You let your mind dwell on those images for a moment before shaking it off. Why…why would you think of something like that? That imagery looked so specific. Almost like a memory. A memory of another life, one that you lived before moving to Home.

But that—that just doesn’t make any sense. You’ve always lived at Home.

You have always been here.

So, why…why is it that you find your gaze now falling to your hands. Your fingers, which keep curling into your palms to drag their pads along the surface, over and over. And even deeper, your skin. The way it feels. The way it looks, compared to the mock memory that had entered your brain—how that person’s skin felt in that moment, their hand in yours, compared to how your skin feels now.

Slowly, your gaze lifts to stare ahead, eyes blank and glossy.

Has…has my skin always been this…fuzzy?

Barnaby waits until he’s far from your house before pausing. His brow is furrowed, eyes narrowing as he searches the sides of the road, towards the forest. When he finds a direction that feels right, he continues in that direction, just off the path toward Home.

He power walks until he’s deep inside the forest, away from anyone in the neighborhood who would question him or worse, until he finds a tree—on which he decides to lean against, his paw flat against the bark as he starts to breathe again.

At first, he’s staring at the ground and then he stares upward with blank eyes, breathing so heavily it’s painful. His heart is pounding so hard, feeling so heavy, that he’s worried it will tear from his chest and be lost to the snow. As what happened starts to weigh on him, his gaze darts along the sky, filled with an intense fear that’s enough to freeze his very limbs more than the chill. Then his eyes lower, staring off unseeing, back in the direction of your house. His mouth drops open as his body swings, his other hand forming into a fist.

“…Fuck! Shit!” And once it starts, it becomes difficult for him to stop while slamming his fist against the tree, “Fuck-shit, fuck-shit, fuck-shit, fuck-shit—!”

Barnaby can’t help the profanity leaving his mouth. His hands go to the side of his head as he pushes off the tree, his huge paws leaving heavy craters as he paces back and forth.

“What the hell were ya thinkin’, ya stupid dog? Why would you risk everything, knowin’—? Of all the times to lose control—?”

Barnaby continues this for some time, rambling and ranting about things he doesn’t even understand. Not fully, at least. But he can’t seem to stop the feeling building inside him, threatening to make his whole body burst at the seams. The feeling that fills him up when he closes his eyes and sees you. The feeling that’s been building in him these past few months since you moved in, seeing you smile at him whenever he enters your bookshop. The stimulation that feeds him whenever you two have one of those talks filled with banter and never ending conversation, in a way that food can’t seem to satisfy. And the way you looked up at him tonight, your eyes gleaming like starlight and your smile sweet like that damned cereal Howdy sells in his store—

Stop…stop!

He lets out a tight groan, stopping in place. His hands become fists and press to his closed eyes, as if to press to his brain, to stop the images and these…these feelings from rising. The sort of feelings you can only hear about in a book, or see in a movie. Things that are only talked about, but never really known, until they happen to you.

The thing is, what Barnaby is feeling—this desire, this want, this joy, and this deep, deep, deep ache of hope—it can’t happen. Ever. He’d never forgive himself if something were to happen to you as a result.

And neither would Wally.

…Honestly, when the old dog starts to really think about it, the whole thing is just absurd. Like one big joke. And hey, his whole thing is jokes, right? Even ones played on himself.

Realizing this, Barnaby can’t help but let out a laugh—one that starts off small, a near giggle, then turns into a full belly laugh.

“Can’t believe I’m making such a big deal over this. It’s just a kiss! Friends kiss each other all the time. Hell, I’ve thought about layin’ one on Walls at least once. Even Howdy, sometimes. That thing back there…? A whole lotta nothin’.”

He pauses, his gaze lifting again to regard the sky, his expression falling serious once more. If one were to look closely at his eyes, one might think they were set in a furious glower.

“Hear that? It was nothin’,” he adds in a growl, regardless of any prying eyes or ears focusing on him at the moment. “I didn’t break any rules. I didn’t do nothin’ wrong. And neither did they.”

Barnaby pauses, seems to wait. But he only hears the muted sounds of the neighborhood, of other neighbors walking to their homes and settling down in the final hours of Homewarming, of the snow still falling gently to coat every inch of Home in winter white. Knowing that, he takes in a deep breath and fixes his face. Puts on a toothy grin. Adjusts the pipe to hang from the corner of his mouth. Makes sure his winter clothing is in place. And then, he starts heading towards Home to check in with Wally.

In his haste, he does not realize the set of wide eyes from the bark of a tree, watching him closely. And he does not witness those same eyes blinking out of existence.

#barnaby b. beagle #welcome home fanfic #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home oc #wally darling x reader #wh fandom #wh fanfic #barnaby b beagle x reader #barnaby x reader #homewarming #second person pov #writing #lol im already preparing for hate on this one

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fang-and-feather · 4 months ago

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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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redtail-lol · 2 years ago

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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

#poly lesbian #ply lesbian #mspec lesbian #mspec lesbian safe #lunian #tidal labels #mogai coining #mogai #mogai orientation #mogai identity #mogai community #mogai label #lgbt #lgbtq #queer #orientation #orientation coining

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rootingfordorks · 10 months ago

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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.

#ted lasso #trent crimm #scenes from fics i might never write #coach beard #ted/trent/beard #tedependent #ted/trent #trent/beard #beard/ted #one shot #fanfic #happy valentine's day #my writing #fanfiction

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lilacs-stash · 10 months ago

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

#object posting #They're one of my favorite bright lights ships where are they #they are so funny and yet no art of them #inanimate insanity #fanbulb #ii lightbulb #II fan #Polyam bright lights #< mentioned

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cyborg-franky · 2 years ago

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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.

#one piece x oc #one piece own character #theocxcanonweek #marco the phoenix x oc #portgas d ace x oc #sfw #ray the pigeon

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cloudyangeltv · 11 months ago

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#inanimate insanity #object show community #inanimate insanity fanart #object shows #ii fan #ii paintbrush #ii lightbulb #ii testtube #digital art #artists on tumblr #FaintubuIb #polyam brightlights #poly brightlights #poly bright lights #polyamorous bright lights #ii bot #ii n/a #ii baxter

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polyamships · 22 days ago

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[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]

December 14th 2024 is our 44th Polyam Shipping Day.

The optional theme for it is: 🤫 Quiet 🔉

This could be about finding quiet moments in a noisy world or a character seeking solace in silence to reflect or recharge. It might be a character who is naturally quiet learning to navigate a louder environment. You could explore the quiet of a deserted place, where stillness and solitude lead to self-discovery. What about characters finding peace in a quiet relationship, where no words are necessary? It could be about the quiet before a storm, where tension builds in the absence of noise. For a twist, consider quiet rebellion—characters resisting in subtle, silent ways. Or, what about the quiet of a forgotten place, waiting to be rediscovered? If you're leaning into sound, what about music that uses quietness as a form of expression? Perhaps in a more fantastical setting, characters must navigate a world where silence holds power, like a magic that works only in hushed tones.

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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.

#OT3 #OT4 #PolyamShippingDay #polyshipping #polyshippingday #polyships #poly shipping #poly ships #polyamships #polyam ships #polyam shipping #polyamorous shipping #polyamorous ships #polyamory #modposts #polyamships prompts #PolyamShippingDay prompts #prompt: quiet

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alumort · 8 months ago

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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.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #neji hyuga #rock lee #metal lee

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fromthemouthofkings · 1 year ago

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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?

#my writing #hidden coves #nano 2023

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