#polyam sanders

[bestqprshipbracket]

Best Polyamorous Ship Group 1 Round 2

[tastic-in-its-finest]

They admire him

[anxiouslyfred]

To Yell Get Lost

Summary: Virgil doesn't know what to make of his soulmate words, even after they become a thing he regularly says. Thankfully his soulmates manage to figure out he's theirs for certain after an uninvited visitor shows up.

Warnings: Knives and threats made with knives, unwanted hugging

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Sometimes his soulmate words were funny, a reflection of how Virgil often felt when faced with customers who wouldn't shut up.

Sometimes they were hurtful, a confirmation for all this negative thoughts that even his soulmate wouldn't want to know him.

Sometimes Virgil even wondered if he'd be the one saying them. If in some bizarre occurrence his friends found someone able to take his prickly sharp edges and he'd say them without causing offence.

Once, and only once did he allow himself to consider the possibility, Virgil wondered if they were the pattern his relationship would take. He'd do everything he could to avoid that happening.

…

What Virgil never could have expected was quoting the soulmate words as constantly as he did after meeting Janus and Remus. They were said nearly every time his name was drawn out, although always in different tones by the pair.

Janus had a slow, coaxing tone, as if they expected Virgil to forever be annoyed or upset and thought calming him while suggesting things would get him to agree with them more. They always acted like the words were an adorable greeting until the day Virgil screamed them. That had been the first time Virgil saw them stunned and the first time Janus was actually calming for him, coaxing tone nowhere to be heard.

Remus lilted his words, all of them, and only used Virgil's name if he wanted a companion in his chaos. They both laughed over the words, especially the times Remus decided to recite them with Virgil.

Then Roman decided to invite himself over to meet the two Remus called his prospective soulmates and despite knowing Remus and Janus were sat on his sofa, when Virgil opened the door to a greeting being sung he yelled “Hello goodbye, GET LOST!” before slamming the door in Roman's face.

It was only when the pair watching burst out laughing that Virgil realised it was a complete stranger he'd done that too. Third person ever that he'd said the words on his wrist to and he frankly didn't need a third possible soulmate.

“If it's not my brother out there I'm accusing you of soulmate plagiarism.” Remus declared, bouncing over and wrenching the door open and out of Virgil's grasp.

For a moment Virgil blinked at the hand that had held the door, then looked between Janus and Remus, ignoring Roman getting tugged through it. “What the hell about that changed me from prospective soulmate to actual soulmate?” He groused.

“Well it's the third level of 'get lost' I've been wondering about.” Janus commented, now standing from their seat and calmly walking over, rolling their sleeve up. “Seemingly the level of 'I'll make you get lost if you won't do it yourself.'”

“Mine just says 'Roman get lost SLAM!'” Remus grinned, shoving his sleeve up and his arm under Virgil's nose.

Roman moved before Virgil could shove the arm away, grabbing him in a hug that took Virgil off the ground and into a spin. “My brothers-in-law! I'm so delighted to meet you and congratulations on this confirmation-” His words broke off as four knives were suddenly concerningly close to his face.

Remus didn't say anything, unsettlingly quiet considering his usual noise levels, and moved around Roman so his knives were under Roman's ears, crossed as if they were very large scissors. Virgil was turning red fast enough that Janus doubted he could breathe, let alone speak and would probably drop his knife if not released soon, so they spoke up, “Let's set Virgil down and keep three feet away from us while you're here, hmm?”

The squeak Roman let out then would later have them all laughing at him, but in that moment the trio were all more focused on Virgil being set back on his feet, and pulled gently back by Janus as they ensured he stayed upright until they reached the sofa. They did make sure to take the knife from him also, well aware that once Virgil calmed down again he'd already start fretting over handling a knife when he couldn't be certain how Roman would move him and the dangers that contained.

“Actually, Roman, assuming that is you since Remus isn't having a tantrum or moving his knives, as much as your enthusiasm to interfere in our lives is reportedly never ending, I think this is one adventure you should delay for a while. Perhaps wait for a written invitation.” Janus suggested once curled around Virgil on the sofa, hoping the contact would help calm him.

“But I want to behead him.” Remus whined, stepping with Roman so the attempt to move away from the blades failed.

“And we don't want to clean up blood right now. Besides, Roman has to actually get lost for your soulmate mark to be confirmed.” Janus countered.

Those words did the trick as very abruptly the knives were once more gone and Roman was shoved back out of the door. “So glad you aren't my soulmate. Only Virgil slammed the door on Roro so you're not with me.” Remus stuck his tongue out at Janus as he finished speaking.

“Agreed. Dealing with you needs more motivation than a soulmate bond would give me so it's best to have it this way, with Virgil ever between us.” Janus stated, getting a soft hit from said man at the words.

“I'm not here to mediate you two.” Virgil muttered. “And Remus, teach your brother boundaries, please.”

Remus threw himself over the pair on the sofa. “I'll tell his friend Logan that Roman doesn't know which states are next to each other. He'll be learning state boundaries for months at least.”

He got a small snicker, and half-disgruntled great in response.

[oatmealdaydreams]

Polyamory in MY Fanfic? It's More Likely Than Ya Think.

Working on a lil something for the qpp analogical au I mentioned. Got plenty of side characters n such, some ocs. There's a polyamorous triad/throuple (idk what it's called?), and they three are married. It's this short and big woman who co-owns a bakery with one of her husbands, a taller and worry-prone guy w/ a deeper voice who also co-owns the bakery w/ his wife, and this sailor guy who can be a lil reckless sometimes on his trips and worries his partners. He's a hopeless romantic kinda guy. He also gets very blushy when hearing his husband's (co-baker) voice cause he's a bi diaster.

I love these three. They're side characters to the analogical fic, but they're my fav. The woman is Maria, the co-baker guy is Galen, and the sailor is Justin. Maria is aspec, and she laughs at her husbands as they flirt w/ each other and fluster the fuck outta one another. She finds it fuckin' hilarious. She's a total queen.

When I say Maria is a big woman, I mean she's fat. She's a fat, short woman and her partners love her to death. If anyone tries making neg comments about her, those two would beat their ass. Would fight for her, would die for her, would kill and live for her. Love me some mutual healthy devotion in relationships. And they three would do the same for each other.

Yeah, so Maria/Galen/Justin is a canon ship of my ocs. They'll appear for a bit in Chpt 1 (I'm writing it rn). Maria & Galen may appear later? Maybe, maybe not. TBD.

What should I call these three... I need some sort of ship/pairing name for 'em. Hm. BakerSail? Cause bakers and sailor. Or... idk. If ya any ideas for them, put it in the comments pls.

[author-chan06]

Hello! Welcome to my Tumblr!

Personal:

Names: Ari, Jay, Roman, Blitzø, And Loki! You can use any or all of them.

Gender: Agenderboy

Sexuality: Biromantic Bisexual (Maybe??? Questioning This Rn Might Be On The Asexual Spectrum???)

Pronouns: They/He/It + Some Neos

Neopronouns That I Use:

Xe/Xem/Xyr/Xyrs/Xemself

Ae/Aer/Aer/Aers/Aerself

Ye/Yem/Yer/Yers/Yemself

Qu/Queer/Queer/Queers/Queerself

Voi/Void/Voids/Voids/Voidself

Vae/Vaer/Vaer/Vaers/Vaerself

Sym/Ser/Ser/Sers/Symself

Un/Un/Uns/Uns/ Unself

Nin/Nin/Nins/Nins/Ninself

Neb/Nebula/Nebus/Nebus/Nebulaself

Sti/Stim/Stims/Stims/Stimself

Pri/Prin/Princes/Princes/Princeself

Fandom Stance:

I am a proshipper, a comshipper, and a selfshipper. I do ship things that would be considered “problematic”, but I will not debate the ethics and morals of this on this blog. It’s just not really what I want to do, and it would cause me too much mental stress, as I’m not a big fan of being involved in debates. Any talk of this will be deleted. So anti’s do not interact.

So Tw’s for this blog:

Unhealthy Relationships

Toxic Relationships

Abusive Relationships

Manipulation

Underage/Adult Relationships

Incest

Sexual Assault

Rape

— And Just In General Some Dark Topics

If you don’t want to see any of that, that is totally fine. Just block and move on. If you’re leaving now, I wanna wish you a happy day and a fun time in whatever fandom you’re in! <3 <3

Fandoms And Ships:

I am in a lot of fandoms and I am a multishipper. So these will be the fandoms I’m in and a link to the post that shows my ships.

Batman

Sanders Sides

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Gravity Falls

Marvel

The Owl House

Hamilton

My Hero Academia

My Ships Post

My Otherlinks And Fictionkin:

Otherlinks:

Loki (MCU)

Blitzø (Helluva Boss)

All Of My S/I’s

Fictionkin:

Roman Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Selfshipping/My F/O’s:

Remus Sanders (Sanders Sides) & Virgil Sanders (Sanders Sides) & Janus Sanders (Sanders Sides) & Patton Sanders (Sanders Sides) & Logan Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Blitzø & Stolas Ars Goetia (Helluva Boss)

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Tomura Shigaraki & Dabi & Himiko Toga & Keigo Takami (BNHA)

Mammon (Obey Me)

Fizzarolli & Asmodeus (Helluva Boss)

Vox & Val & Velvette (Hazbin Hotel)

Darkiplier & Wilford & Bim Trimmer & Actor & Yancy & Illinois & Engineer Mark

SCP-049 “The Plague Doctor” & SCP-682 “The Hard To Kill Reptile” & SCP-035 “The Possessive Mask”

Slenderman & Jeff The Killer & Jane The Killer & Ticci Toby & Laughing Jack & Eyeless Jack & Masky & Nina & Clockwork & Ben Drowned

The ones with 2 or more people in one bracket thing are Polyam relationships! And I have made separate posts for most of them, if any of these interest you enough that you want to learn more!

The rest are newer and so they don’t have posts yet, but they will soon!

I’m totally ok with other’s who are dating these guys too! And while our relationships may not be the same, I would love to hear you gush about them, as long as you don’t mind me doing the same right back at you about us ahah

Request Rules And Request Limits:

Disclaimer! Any of these rules and limits to my writing have nothing to do the morality of writing these things and I hold no hate or disgust for people who write these types of things, I just don’t want to write these things or I don’t feel comfortable writing it myself.

Here are my rules and anything you might need to know about my requests: My Requests

Are requests open right now?

Requests are closed!

Links:

My AO3

My Old Blog

My Kofi (Not Fully Set Up Yet)

My Personal Tags

Well I think that’s everything! If you want to gush or ask questions or give requests, go ahead! I hope you enjoy your time at my blog!

[jovianjournal]

March 2024

Should i just do one big post for novels and comics at the same time? Anyway, here's the novels i read in march, mostly SFF plus one romcom

Uprooted -- Naomi Novik, French translation by Benjamin Kuntzer

A young woman is sent to the local wizard's tower as a yearly tribute (or something like that) where she learns magic and try to discover why the forest is being weird. Very long and frankly a little boring, i had pretty high expectations and i was a bit disappointed. At first it seemed right up my alley, there were some blue beard, dark fantasy vibes... that kind of went nowhere tbh. most of the characters are extremely annoying (although i did like Agniezka as a protagonist! and her friend Kasia. it could have been gay... it should have been gay!!) and the plot felt stretched out for no reason. But i did enjoy the old folk tale aesthetic, the magic system based around rhymes was beautiful.

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A Study in Drowning -- Ava Reid

A college student is sent to a crumbling mansion by the sea for an architecture project, alongside her academic rival, mystery ensues. The vibes were perfect, the rising sea, the damp air, the raging storm, water everywhere. I have one complain tho: I spent the Whole Goddamn Book SCREAMING at the characters "why aren't you checking this One Thing???" and as soon as they did check this one thing the mystery was resolved. so that was a little annoying.

Overall I really liked this book, i'd recommend it if you're into Dark Academia, A House as A Character, and metaphors about sexist and sexual violence. Also the writing is really pretty! i want to read other books by this author.

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The Mars House -- Natasha Pulley

disclaimer: i love Natasha Pulley So. Much. she is probably my fav author currently, and i am very aware that she tends to always write the same book, but listen : i am autistic and i like knowing what im getting into and knowing that im going to like a story before investing the time in it.

That Being Said, i have two and a half pages of notes in my journal that boil down to "i didn't like this book as much as i hoped :/". This is a sci-fi story about immigration and xenophobia where one of the main character is a martian right-wing politician and also there's some Gender Stuff in martian society that felt a little terfy? (which is weird bc basically in this book Martian society has Abolished Gender). I still adored this book! i'd wholeheartedly recommend it! the writing is spectacular, i loved the characters, the worldbuilding is super interesting, there's fun tragic irony where you know what's going on while the characters don't, there's fricking Mammoths. Read it, and then read The Watchmaker of FIligree Street, and then read the Kingdoms, and then read all of her other books.

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Ariah -- B. R. Sanders

I don't know how to describe this book. A 400-page character study about a Pretty Annoying Guy? I think i picked it up bc i was looking for books with polyam relationships and that's why i powered all the way through it. I actually don't remember much about the plot. It's a high fantasy story, the main character has mind powers he has trouble controlling, he's kind of a dick to his lovers, every time something important happens the narration completely glosses over it. Reading over my notes, i did like the last part of the story, and the happy end felt deserved. don't have much more to say.

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Rosaline Palmer Takes the Cake -- Alexis Hall

Alexis Hall is another one of my comfort authors, im slowly getting through their bibliography. this one was okay! it's a great british bake off fan fiction, it was fun (but not as good as the Stucky fanfic). good banter, tropey plot. averages to and okay book.

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i genuinely have no idea how people DONT like polyamorous ships but i think im so open to it because not only am i not just a multishipper but a literally everything thats ethical shipper.. BUT ALSO one of my first fandoms when i was a kid was.. sanders sides..... and if yall dont know what that is, be THANKFUL.. but those stupid characters were the first polyam ship i ever had😭

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Judgment

Prompt: A really funny story if youre fine writing some funny polyam dlampr romance. Janus goes to the park or some public place very often to "people watch" and he notices this one person (I was thinking one of the twins). This person constantly brings someone to the park/whatever. Last time it was some emo, this time it's some nerdy guy, a week ago it was some dad guy. So Janus starts to think that this guy is a player or maybe cheating. Then the twin approaches him and starts talking to him and Janus is just thinking "Hah, i know you're a player. So I'm not gonna fall for your charm" but still wants to talk to him to see how close the story in his head is to reality. (Also kinda falls for the charm, but he won't admit that.) Then things get more confusing when he sees the emo and the nerd hanging out and the nerd and the dad and now janus is trying the get to the bottom of this complex cheating love cycle! (Spoiler alert, everyone is a lot nicer than he thought they were) - insanitori

Hi!!! I come from Ao3, and I absolutely LOVE your Sanders Sides works!!! Idk if you're taking requests or not, but either way I absolutely can not get enough of your take on a flustered Virgil. Like, any and all of the sides just, flirting, and having the emo make the windows error sound internally. The first chapter of (Un)Wanted is the perfect example lol. If you want to write more of that I would NOT be opposed, but only if you want to!!! – anon

hey so in one of ur fics you said that roman would really look forward to what virgil has to write, can you maybe write a fic of vee writing smth, and roman being like ‘wow pen game off the charts’ owdkfwdmf no pressure, and take care <3333 – anon

 Read on Ao3

Warnings: implied/referenced cheating, just perceived

Pairings: DLAMP

Word Count: 4298

One of Janus's favorite things about Oscaro Park is its proximity to both the heart of the shopping district and the downtown public transportation. You'll never find a more amusing overlap of people than the ones who run about shopping malls decked out in the latest 'trends' and every business man from every standard office sitcom sharing a sidewalk, each mildly bewildered at the existence of the other. It makes for excellent people-watching.

But there’s only so much you can tell from such an outsider’s point of view.

One of Janus's favorite things about Oscaro Park is its proximity to both the heart of the shopping district and the downtown public transportation. You'll never find a more amusing overlap of people than the ones who run about shopping malls decked out in the latest 'trends' and every business man from every standard office sitcom sharing a sidewalk, each mildly bewildered at the existence of the other. It makes for excellent people-watching.

He finishes watching a young person with green and blue hair whisper something about a balding man wearing a suit and turns his attention to the other end of the park, draining the last dregs of a to-go coffee cup and tossing it in the trash. There aren't many people out anymore, only the last few business people who can afford to get to their jobs a little later and those that are in the position of not having jobs at all. His eyes linger on a pair as they cross into the park proper.

"Alright, alright, shut up."

"Oh, but my dear emo, how can I? Your work moved me so, I could hardly allow it to go unnoticed!"

One of them, wearing a black and purple hoodie, swats the arm covered in a letterman jacket. "You do know that I can't tell if you're fucking with me when you're doing that, right?"

"Why, Virgil!" Letterman Jacket holds a hand to his chest as though mortally wounded. "I would never do something as egregious as mock you directly to your face when you deigned to share your work with me."

"Are you capable of saying a single sentence without talking like a thesaurus? No," Virgil—he guesses—promptly raises a hand, "don't answer that, actually."

"Your loss."

"I'm fine with that."

"Besides, given how you managed to create evocative symbolism and foreshadowing in such a short piece, I doubt you need any help from me. You're an accomplished wordsmith."

"Oh my god, Princey, stop."

As Virgil and Princey make their way across the park, Janus can't help but notice the smattering of pink of Virgil's cheeks and the way his swatting of Princey only ever seems to be half-hearted. Princey does too, if the way he grabs hold of one of the swatting hands is any indication.

"What's this," he says, "why are you batting at me like a cat? Do you want more attention, my dear?"

"What the—Roman, that's not what I—"

"Because you know I'd be happy to give it to you," Roman says over Virgil's protests, leaning in and kissing his cheek, "anything for my incredible writer."

Virgil stammers and fidgets and whatever his face is doing must be amusing to Roman, because he chuckles and reaches out to cup his chin.

"Aww."

"Sh-shut up!"

"You don't really want me to, do you?"

"Roman!"

"Alright, alright," Roman laughs, his hands going up in surrender, "I'll stop."

"Thank you," Virgil huffs. They're almost out of the park when he reaches out and grabs Roman's elbow. "You…you really liked it that much?"

Janus has to strain to hear the last of their conversation, but he can't miss the way Roman's expression softens.

"Yeah, Virgil," he says, "it was really good. I loved it. Your voice is so strong already and you have such a vivid way of depicting what you want to. You should be really proud of yourself."

Virgil must blush and stammer again because Roman chuckles and reaches out to kiss him, properly this time, before the two part. How sweet, Janus thinks, hiding a smile of his own, it must be nice to have such a supportive partner.

Or, at least he thinks that until he sees Roman glance around to make sure there's no one else close to him and reach for his phone.

Janus frowns, narrowing his eyes as Roman speaks into it, looking off in the direction that Virgil's gone, until he seems to hear what he wants to and hangs up. He turns around, looking in the other direction, before smiling and holding his arms out to receive another young man in a suit. Janus's eyes widen as Roman kisses him, wrapping his arm through his and walking off in the other direction.

Oh, Virgil, he thinks as he dusts himself off and gets to his feet, you deserve so much better.

* * *

He avoids the park for a few days, still a bit shaken from seeing such brazen cheating, but eventually he grows restless—and morbidly curious—and he's back on the bench, to-go cup in hand, idly wondering if he'll see either of them again.

As it turns out, he should be careful what he wishes for.

Across the way, there's another bench that mirrors his, next to the hedges and the landscaping, just south of the public fountain. A familiar figure in a letterman jacket sits there with yet another man in a pale blue polo shirt, a sweater tied about his shoulders. They're talking animatedly with each other, hands waving to emphasize a certain point, smiles wide enough that Janus can see them from here. Sometimes their laughter will ring loud enough for him to hear it and every time the hurt in his chest twists a little deeper.

Oh, you poor thing, he thinks as Roman leans in to kiss the other man's forehead, you poor, poor thing.

He glances away, just to give himself a break before he keeps watching this unfold, and stops short.

That—that's Virgil. That's definitely the same purple and black hoodie he saw last time. He's looking around like he's meeting someone here.

No. Oh, no. No, no, no, he can't watch this.

And yet he stays, to-go cup suspended in mid-air, unable to look away as Virgil keeps glancing around.

What does he do? Does he go up and act as a distraction? Does he cover for Roman—who obviously doesn't deserve it—just to spare Virgil the public shame and heartbreak? Or does he call out, catch Roman in the act, before he can come up with some pretty lie to tell Virgil? Or should he just leave, as an outsider and someone who has no business actually involving himself in people's lives—people-watching is one thing, this would be another entirely—and be subject to whatever horrible versions of this his mind can conjure?

Too late, he realizes he's spent too long spiraling to catch the moment Virgil spots what he's been looking for.

"Logan? That you?"

Logan, Janus mouths, wondering who that could be, only to choke on his coffee when he sees the man in the suit approaching Virgil.

"Ah, Virgil." The two shake hands. "I must say, you picked an…interesting spot to meet up."

"Yeah, well…this park's important to me."

"How so?"

"It…I dunno. I just like spending time here that's all."

Logan smiles and nods, switching his briefcase to his other hand. "Well, did you want to find a spot and discuss the project here, or would you like to go somewhere else? There's an excellent coffee shop just down the road."

In a near panic, Janus turns back to the other bench, only to realize that Roman and the other man have seemingly vanished. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding as Virgil and Logan plan to go to the coffee shop instead. He has a fleeting hope that Roman didn't have the same idea.

He lets his head tip back, closing his eyes.

What is going on? Roman seems to be cheating with not just one, but two people. Virgil—Virgil knows Logan, apparently, but it seems to be only in a professional capacity. Did Roman offer to set Virgil up for his writing with Logan, while knowing Logan was effectively in his pocket as his—mistress of sorts? And then where did the other man fit into it? Was this a third party Roman was stringing along, or was he also a 'colleague' of sorts that the other two knew but didn't know?

He bites his lip, thinking.

His mother had once warned him about the dangers of people-watching. Never to get too involved, never to start speculating beyond idle things. He shouldn't have tried to follow them, people-watching is to observe passers-by, not to get invested in the lives of strangers who couldn't know him, would never know him.

He glances up at the now-empty park. The to-go cup sits resolutely in his hand.

Perhaps he shouldn't try and watch them anymore.

* * *

Of course, only the best-laid plans go awry in the most spectacular way.

The next time he manages to summon up the courage to sit out in the park, he sees not one but three people all gathered around the fountain. Virgil, Logan, and the other man from before.

He should leave. He should turn around and go back to the coffee shop or find another spot in the park. He should put in a podcast or music or something and mind his own damn business for once, not try and stick his nose where it obviously doesn't belong. This is not some real-life sitcom for his entertainment, these are real people with real lives who will feel real pain if all of this blows up.

He thinks all of these perfectly reasonable thoughts as he sits down on his usual bench and watches them over the rim of his cup.

"I don't know," Logan sighs as he leans against the fountain, "have either of you noticed anything?"

"No, no, I've noticed it too." Virgil crosses his arms. "He's been more distant lately. Did…do you think I did something wrong?"

No, Janus thinks as the other two chorus loudly.

"Virgil, you've nothing to worry about," Logan soothes, "I'm sure this is a simple misunderstanding that Roman would be more than happy to clear up. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that he can sometimes get a bit lost in his own head."

"No," Virgil snaps, "you don't have to tell me anything about him."

Ooh. Ouch.

"Guys," the other man pleads, holding his hands out, "let's not fight. I know—I know things have been a bit complicated recently, lots of emotions running high, but there's no reason for us to start arguing with each other."

Virgil grumbles something and Logan adjusts his glasses. "Right as always, Patton."

"Right." Patton lets out a breath. "I…I have also noticed Roman acting strangely, especially when all of us are together. Do you think maybe we should—I don't know, I don't like talking about someone behind their back."

In the grand scheme of things that are currently happening behind the backs of others, Janus thinks, borderline hysterically, this is by far the worst of them.

"And I respect that," Logan says quietly, reaching out to lay a hand on Patton's shoulder, "but you can't deny that you've been hurt by Roman's distance as well."

"…no. No, I can't."

"So what," Virgil spits, "I'm just supposed to—to not do anything? Give him space, like all those stupid advice things say?"

Logan frowns. "We will give Roman space if that is what he wants."

"'We,' yeah, sure."

"There's no need to be rude, Virgil," Patton says, "we're all in the same boat here."

"Sure."

You are. You really, really are. And I really hope that you don't know how much you are.

"Look." Virgil scrubs a hand over his face. "I'll talk to him, okay? Maybe—maybe he'll tell me what's had him so preoccupied recently."

"I'm not sure," Patton says doubtfully, "I've tried to ask him too and he just brushed me off."

"Me too."

"Well, maybe he won't brush me off."

I doubt it, Janus thinks as he watches Virgil turn and leave, I really, really doubt it.

"Logan," he hears Patton say after a moment, "are we all gonna—are we all gonna be okay?"

"What do you mean?"

Patton gives him a look that Janus can see very much means don't play dumb with me, we both know what's going on. "When all of this…breaks, are we gonna be okay?"

"You and me?"

"Well—yes, but everyone."

"I will always be your friend, Patton," Logan says, nodding with a strange solemnity, "and as for the others…I don't know."

"I don't know either."

They fall silent, Janus straining to hear them over the muffling sounds of the fountain.

"I want to believe everything will be okay," he finally hears Patton say, "but right now I'm not sure how it can be."

"No. Neither am I."

Janus, who remains sitting there long after the two of them have left, has never been less sure of anything in his life.

* * *

Janus prides himself on being difficult to rattle. He's not genuinely caught off-guard by a lot of things and it does take a bit to get him there.

That doesn't stop him from freezing like a deer in headlights when there's a suspiciously obvious letterman jacket on the person sitting in his usual spot.

He stops dead in his tracks, to-go cup still scalding in his hand, staring at Roman as he stands up and smiles a bit sheepishly. He's disappointed in himself at how quickly he flashes past the indignation and suspicion in favor of oh, fuck, he's cute.

No. Bad Janus.

"Um, so this might sound really weird," Roman starts, "and you're well within your rights to tell me to leave you alone and never talk to you again, but…I, uh, I noticed you come here a lot and I wanted to get to know you."

Janus blinks. Almost instantly his mind jumps to he's been dumped by the others. It blew up in his face and he wants a rebound.

It then just as quickly jumps to no, no, wait, what if he's grown bored with the others and now wants another secret?

It then goes straight to who gives a fuck what his reasoning is, say no and fuck off!

Roman, however, is unable to hear exactly what it is that goes on in Janus's head and scratches the back of his own. "I know that sounds creepy—I swear I haven't, like, stalked you or anything. I just—I come here a lot and I noticed you do too and—I dunno, I…I think the way you dress is super cool. And I like your whole…vibe."

Janus is not going to be swayed by Roman's slightly bumbling admission of interest. He is not going to be swayed by how oddly endearing it is. He is not going to put aside all of the doubts and wonders he has about what Roman's been up to for the past however long it's been. He is not going to think that Roman is growing more and more attractive by the moment.

He is not.

"Thank you."

Roman grins and Janus's grip on his cup tightens reflexively. "I know I kind of stole your spot, would you…would you want to sit with me?"

Say no. Say no and leave.

"…as long as you don't sit on my side."

You idiot.

Janus sits on the bench, trying not to notice the way Roman's sitting just far enough to respect his personal space but close enough that he clearly wants to continue interacting with him. He fiddles with the coffee cup and takes a sip.

"I'm Roman, by the way."

"Janus."

"Nice to meet you, Janus. Have you been coming here often?"

Hiding a snort at the badly butchered pickup line, Janus takes a drink of his coffee. "Long enough. It's excellent for people-watching."

A test. A small one, just to see if Roman realizes he's been cavorting about in public, not in whatever hidden fantasy he's got in his head. But Roman just snorts. "Oh, I know. I swear, it's my favorite place to be around festival season. 'Cause you've got the people who come in from out of town that act like this is Coachella or something, and then people just going to work looking at them like 'what are you wearing? In public?'"

Despite himself, Janus laughs. "I think if I have to watch one more businessman struggle to fathom a crocheted bralette I might have to put him out of his misery by myself."

Roman throws his head back and laughs too, a joyous and carefree sound that makes Janus's traitorous stomach lurch. "Not to mention all the tiny little sunglasses."

"Oh, don't even get me started on those."

"Mm, but what if I want to?"

Janus looks over and Roman props his weight on his elbows, smiling softly at him. Like there could be literally anything in the world going on and he'd still choose to be here, listening to Janus. It should not make him feel as giddy as it does.

"Go on," Roman encourages, "I'd love to hear what you think."

Janus swallows. No. No, he's not going to get sucked into this. He's not going to become some horrible cog in whatever the hell this horrifying situation is. He's not going to be a part of something like that.

"Roman, I—"

"There you are!"

Roman jumps. So does Janus. Roman's eyes are fixed somewhere over his shoulder and he turns, already dreading what he's going to see.

Sure enough, striding across the park are three figures. One in a suit, one in a pale blue raincoat, one in a purple and black hoodie.

Fuck me.

"Guys," Roman says a bit weakly, "I said 10:30."

"Oh, we heard you."

"We just thought it was horseshit."

"Language!"

Roman pinches the bridge of his nose as Janus tries his best to melt into the bench. Nope, he's not here anymore, definitely not. Not in any way, shape, or form.

"I wanted to come early, okay?"

"Yeah, so you could do this on your own and not with us." Virgil shakes his head. "We went over this, Princey, it's not fair to him."

"He's also right there," Patton says, nodding to Janus, "so we could not talk about him in the third person."

"Excellent idea."

No, no, it isn't. I would like to not be here while you all fight and possibly have three successive break-ups.

But then Logan's holding his hand out for Janus to shake. "A pleasure to meet you. I'm Logan."

"Janus."

"A pleasure, Janus. This is Virgil—" Virgil waves— "and Patton—"

"Hi, nice to meet you."

"—and I presume you've just met Roman."

'Just met' as in 'just introduced himself?' "Yes."

"I'm sorry," Roman mumbles, "I didn't—I didn't know they'd be here so quickly."

"Well, it was better that we all showed up right away so he didn't think you were cheating on all of us."

Janus blinks. "Wait, you're not?"

Silence.

A car drives by.

A bird chirps in a nearby tree.

"I fucking told you," Virgil nearly crows in triumph, startling Janus terribly—listen, he's been off his game for weeks with these people—and slapping Logan's shoulder, "pay up!"

"Yes, yes, alright."

Patton is laughing too hard to say anything and Roman looks as if he wants to melt into the bench. "Wait, Janus, you—you—?"

"I saw you come here with all of them, okay? And you always looked like you didn't want the others to catch you with them—you called Logan a second after Virgil left, what was I supposed to think?"

Now all of them are laughing at Roman and he feels—well, he feels a little bad.

"That's why you stared at me like you wanted to throw your coffee all over me," Roman mumbles, "you thought I was…oh."

"Wait," Virgil gasps, "so have we just been, like, your personal sitcom?"

"…no."

"That's a 'yes' if I've ever heard one."

"Janus," Logan says, getting his attention, "I can assure you that Roman is definitely not cheating. We are all well aware of each other and our relationships, there is no infidelity."

That is…something of a relief. Although now he does feel a bit bad as to the level of animosity he's been feeling towards Roman. He glances over to see Roman looking resolutely at the ground. He coughs and clears his throat.

"I suppose that's what I get for forming my own conclusions."

"That was the highlight of my fucking week, J, don't worry about it."

"Still, I must—wait, 'J?'"

"Yeah. Janus, J, has no one ever given you a nickname before?"

"No, they have, just not that one."

"Don't worry, I'm sure Princey will come up with one soon."

"Virgil!"

"Oh, come on, what?"

"I haven't gotten there yet," Roman says through gritted teeth and oh, he looks like he's about to cry, that's not good— "which is why I said 10:30."

"Oh, oops."

Logan smacks Virgil's shoulder lightly and rolls his eyes. "Excuse us, Janus, we've been subject to Roman's pining for too long it appears we've jumped the gun, so to speak."

"Wait, his what?"

"Both of you be quiet."

"Right," Patton says, "we're all going to go over by the fountain and we are not going to be listening."

"Wait, we're—hey!" Virgil squawks as Logan all but lifts him up by the scruff of his neck like a kitten, "put me down!"

"No."

"Good luck, Roman!"

Janus watches, somewhat bewildered, as the three of them make their way to the fountain. He looks over at Roman, whose face is buried in his hands, and feels a pang of sympathy. His fingers twitch on the coffee cup as he sees Roman's shoulders shake a little.

"Well," Roman mumbles after a second, hands finally leaving his face, "this isn't how I expected this morning to go."

"If it makes you feel any better, I didn't either."

"Did you really think I was cheating?"

"…yes."

Roman nods a little sadly, before shouldering on this brave smile that's heartbreaking in its own way. "Well, then I suppose that does derail the rest of my plans, spoiled as they have been by my partners."

"Your—so you are in a relationship with all of them?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"No, no, I don't have a problem with polyamory, it's just—you know, informed consent."

"Informed consent," Roman agrees. "I…well, my plan was to ask you if you'd like to go out to coffee with me and then…explain that I didn't want to pressure you into being part of my—well, our relationship, but just to meet them."

He gestures to the fountain and three people who are doing their very best to not look like they're snooping.

"And I'm…sorry they told you about me…pining or whatever. It's not—you don't have to deal with my feelings, it's—I promise I did genuinely just want to get to know you. I understand if you'd rather have nothing to do with me."

Janus considers him for a moment. So he's not a serial adulterer, nor is he sneaking around with his friends behind their backs. He's…well, he's been nothing but sweet and endearing since Janus properly met him.

"What's the harm in coffee?"

"Really?"

Janus holds eye contact with him and deliberately drops his coffee so it spills into the trash can. "It seems I'm in need of some."

Roman chuckles in disbelief before he stands up and offers him a hand. Janus takes it, letting him pull him to his feet. "I really did mean I wanted to hear you rant about the tiny sunglasses."

"Buy me my coffee first and then you've got a deal."

"Go, Roman!"

"Oh my god, you three, go home!"

Janus just laughs. This is much better than anything a sitcom could come up with.

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[candied-peach]

🍬✨my pinned post

name: peach or candy

age: 25+

pronouns: they/them or it/its

about: white, queer, polyam, autistic, neurodivergent, epileptic, physically disabled and chronically ill, writer, artist, wannabe musician

my incredible partner is @treeni and i adore them ♡

fandoms: sanders sides, undertale, valdemar, encanto, six the musical, steven universe, among us

other interests: cave diving, linguistics, music in general (especially corpse, neoni, king mala, mother mother, and scene queen), shining/love nikki

writing tag: peach writes

art tag: peach draws

requests: i take requests! for sanders sides primarily but tbh, anything that i'm familiar with, i can try lmao

[pheonix-inside]

Writing a Sanders Sides fic where they're polyam but like in specific groups rather than all dating each other (minus the twins ofc) is so hard because a part of me just wants to forego the planned relationships and combine them all into one giant relationship. But noooo my storyyyy. Ugh. The things I do For The Plot.

[starlit-skies-sys]

✨ How Does One Do An Intro?? ✨

I’m Saturn, xey/xem/xeir, 19 and very gay (pan + polyam + genderqueer)

Welcome to my new blog! We’ve been here for a good few years now, but decided to revamp everything with the fall of… Quotev…. shudders

We’ll be adding to this as we remember shit

Basic Info

We’re a DID system, currently working on a cardd to have a sys list easily accessible outside of Quotev/discord. I don’t expect many alters of ours other than me to use this blog, but alters other than me will proxy using emojis! If we’re confronting, I’ll use mine. Bodily we’re 19, currently in college for earth science! Surprise surprise the person on tumblr is a nerd lmao

What can you expect to see?

Our main fandoms currently consist of:

Stardew Valley

Percy Jackson

Sanders Sides

Palia

Scott Pilgrim

Pokemon

There’s def more I just can’t remember shit

That’s mostly what we’ll be reblogging, but don’t be surprised if you see a lot more!

This is mainly just a casual blog, but I do have an Ao3 which you can find any of our works (both sfw and nsfw) on here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/starlites_writes

Important to note:

We use tone tags!

We use/reclaim slurs that affect us.

I’m not gonna cater my page so if you don’t like just block man it ain’t that deep!

If you read this far, thank you for taking the time to do so :)) have a good day gang 🔥

[bestqprshipbracket]

Best Polyamorous Ship Group 1 Round 1

[inhumanliquid]

1. Counting squishes? Probably someone from, like. Bubble Guppies or My Little Pony or something.

2. Dark purple.

3. So, yesterday or the day before, I read lizluvscupcakes' Sanders Sides dental trauma whump...

4. Eggs, grilled cheese, ramen.

5. Lions.

6. So you know Ursula (sea witch)? (There are so many besides her, but she's the first I thought of for some reason)

7. What do any of these words mean

8. Depends on which one.

9. No

10. Yes, very.

11. *Laughs in ships almost everything due to indecision and being polyam*

12. Joke's on you, I'm always dissociated.

Uh... @404shcats @pro-crastinate17 (<- two of the few urls I can actually remember)

My own get to know you game:

Who was your first fictional crush?:

What’s the first colour you think of when I tell you to think of a colour?:

Which fanfiction emotionally scarred you and still makes you shudder to this day?:

I’m coming to your house for dinner, non-negotiable, what are you making me?:

Do you prefer lions or kangaroos?:

Which fictional villain do you brush past the glaringly obvious issues for because you really like them?:

What would accompany your picture in the Burn Book in Mean Girls?:

How many days would you last in the universe of your favourite fandom?:

Have you heard of Mischief Theatre?:

Do you feel sorry for Medusa?:

Which song makes you think of your OTP?:

Which song makes you disassociate and daydream the fastest?:

Tags: @weltato, @snarky-wallflower, @feathertru, @barclaysangel, @fanficwriter284, @silvershewolf247, @shadowbrightshine, @luxury-nightmare and anyone else who wants to have a go, feel free!

[lampd-intheface]

Roman: Isn’t loving someone so much you forget to hate yourself so romantic?

Patton, sighing happily: Yes!

Roman: Even you, the Dreariest of them All, agree, right, Virgil?

Virgil: No.

Roman, indignant: And why not?

Virgil, looking slightly uncomfortable: Self-hatred isn’t so easily forgotten, Princey.

Virgil: Anyway, I prefer loving someone so much that it makes me want to be a better person

Roman, Patton and Logan: *heart eyes but also they're holding back tears hol y crap???*

[romansleftshoulderpad]

Friendly reminder that “Polyam Sanders” can be used for any non-monogamous ship, not just LAMP

[sanders-sides-theories]

Ok so we all know the “person a is flirting with person b in a different language not knowing that Person b knows it too” trope, but what about “person b only knows some of the language and picks up on random words.” Like person a is just going on and on then person b is sitting there so confused like “eyes? Yeah what about them? WAIT I’M BEAUTIFUL???? KISS??? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???” Sorry that just popped into my head and I can’t get it out.