#polycule yearning time

[ford-ftm-150]

Polycule Yearning Time:

Oh to be in a polycule with folks who are fluent in &/or learning different languages, so we could help each other practice & maybe flirt a little bit in the languages we’re learning

[zuulbean]

whatever walt bannerman and john smith from the dead zone (2002) had going on is NEARLY as bad as whatever the fuck that gay little angel and that butch lesbian looking guy from supernatural had going on good GOD.

John “holding hands so tightly that i bring you back from the dead” Smith versus Cas “dragged you out of hell” Tiel

[wildberry-12]

Oh to be held tight.

Just big arms wrapping around my waist pulling me so close to them. Feeling their breath run down the collar of my loose shirt, feeling like electricity down my spine. Their legs intertwined with mine, feeling every inch of their skin pressed against mine. Submersed in their warmth and comfort as they run their fingers through my hair. Losing all sense of time under those covers, letting them fill my senses with their presence

or that's how I would cuddle someone idk I only have stuffed animals

[joenhead]

Posting more duck team polycule doodles because every time I listen to campaign three my love for them is reinvigorated tenfolds and i think about them for the next week.

i was just thinking about how funny itd be if in a moment of insecurity Sol worries about what Calder and Callie think of him meanwhile those two are head over heels in love. like pining and yearning so hard it makes them dizzy.

Also no I am never letting the “Make Out Every Hour” lie go ever. Im gripping that bit so hard my hand is going to go numb.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for finding my wife attractive now that he's a man..???

Um. Hello. I... have no idea where else I would ask for advice with this.

My wife and I have had an... uncomfortable relationship, for most of our marriage. I may have lied to her about loving her while we were dating. I have never been "in love" with her, but I think in some ways I did yearn for companionship. Needless to say, our relationship has not been going well. She has a petty, vindictive, and controlling personality, and living at home quickly became a nightmare.

Eventually, a certain... powerful individual, um, took an interest in me. He has been using me to meet his own ends, and over time I believe I have begun to develop affections for him. I am not sure whether he feels the same, nor do I intend to act on it.

My wife, however, has noticed the looks I give him, and has somehow come to the conclusion that I am homosexual. I am not homosexual. I am not certain I am heterosexual either, but I assure you there is nothing sexual about any of my interests.

Regardless, it seems that... in order to win over my favor, my wife has decided to transition to male. The most bizarre part is that it seems to be working.

In my opinion, it's not simply his body or identification which has changed. It seems that he is truly happier this way, and he has a certain... confidence and charm that he did not used to. I believe this is the source of my shift in feelings for him, though he insists that it is because I am gay.

To be clear, he is still a woman as well. He says he prefers to match his pronouns to the body he is presenting with, and is "male-female bigender", which as I understand it, means that he is both a man and a woman at all times, irrespective of the body he is in. He has also requested that I still refer to him as my wife.

The only way I can reason through this discrepancy is that somehow, experimenting with his identity has made his own personality more tolerable, but it still feels ridiculous to only feel something now that he's expressing his male identity more. Am I "homoromantic"? Am I an asshole? Has my wife simply bettered himself? Please help.

EDIT: No, I am not cheating on my wife with that other individual.

EDIT: I am not misgendering my wife, he asked me to specifically align his pronouns with his presentation.

EDIT: My wife is now courting the other person I liked. I think he may be attempting to establish a polycule. It is mortifying, but he didn't immediately sentence my wife to death, so perhaps he has more charm than I realized?

EDIT: Thank you all for the feedback, both positive and negative. I really needed to hear that and I will be more considerate going forward. My wife has found this post and the situation has been resolved (she doesn't think I'm TA but she does think this is hilarious. She has recommended I look into demi-romantic identities as well.)

[muffinsin]

Perchance-

How do you think the dimi sisters would navigate having an s/o date all of them? Like- a polycule not cheating obvi

Like- I feel like bela would come up with a rigorous schedule but cass and Dani would be jealous as fuck whenever it’s someone else’s day? They would never have sex with their s/o together obvi but I feel like they would try to make each other jealous by rubbing their scent off on the s/o right before they went to another sister? Idk I want them all so bad it kills me- fluff and maybe smut?

- 🪶

This is interesting! I’m surprised I’ve never had a dynamic like this in a request👀🙌

Let’s get into it! :)

Masterlists

It’s originally Daniela that discovers you along the staff. And, unsurprisingly, she takes an immediate interest towards you

Your relationship with her starts very soon and fast

Within the first day of seeing her, she asks you out and unintentionally lets on: the poor thing is desperately looking for romance

With this useful piece of information, you easily woo her during your first date in the opera hall

With her hand clasped in yours, both of you move to the light music. You tell her, she looks beautiful in the dress she has put on

To this day you often lay it out for her, but truly? You think your girlfriend looks good in anything you give her at all. Or nothing, for that matter

You bring her a bouquet of beautiful flowers from the gardens, and even dedicate a small poem to her

Daniela still swoons when she thinks of it all

You treat her like a princess, and she can’t get enough of it. Each day you remind her what she means to you, and each day you are reminded of what you mean to her multiple times a day

However, even with your quickly developing relationship, you catch another sister’s eye: Cassandra

You’re completely caught off guard when she corners you one day and flirts boldly

And while you are certainly not unaware of your growing attraction to Cassandra, you shoot her down in an instant

You’re with her sister! Shouldn’t that be enough?

You like Daniela. A lot. You just can’t help but feel so curious about Cassandra, and Bela for that matter, too

At first, it makes you feel incredibly embarrassed and ashamed. Could you really tell Daniela you fancy her sisters as well as her?

Could you ask of her to share you between them?

You yearn to do so

One day, it all seems to spill over and you confess your thoughts

Daniela is- hurt- at first. Isn’t she good enough? Why do you want her sisters too? Are you like the last lovers she’s had, who, despite being with her, truly only wanted one of her sisters?

No. She realizes, you want her too

You…want all three of them?

Truly, she has never been good at sharing

Still, as you reassure her you love her, and want to be with her too, she begins to develop an open mind as it comes to the idea of sharing you between her sisters

It’s certainly not uncommon for the three to share someone. Still, these are usually pets. Meaningless flings, little servants made to pleasure one of them whenever they felt like it. You’re different

She’s a little scared you will leave her behind for her sisters, or “realize they are better”, according to her

You spend every day showing her how much she means to you, even as Cassandra comes around

She is the first to add to the relationship

The three of you decide; you are to be shared between both. Sometimes you get time with one sister, at other times with the other sister

In the beginning, any type of marking is strictly forbidden. It only leads to whines and tears, growls and poutines when a sister finds you have been marked by the other

Alas, the three of you manage. While jealous, sharing often works out

As such, you’re all Daniela’s when Cassandra is busy hunting or “playing” with maidens

And you belong to Cassandra as Daniela is out hunting, reading, or napping throughout the day

You make sure to spend time with them both, reading, cuddling, kissing, staying in the bedroom, showing your love and appreciation, even hunting and watching Cassandra as she explains her weapons

And it all works. Not perfectly, yes, but certainly without all that much fuss

Then, however, the third sister very obviously catches your eye

From your relationship with both sisters, you have grown confident

You don’t even notice you’re practically ogling the eldest whenever she is near

Both sisters are incredibly jealous of this at first. How come Bela always gets a person’s attention?!

You remind them, they got it first, and it soothes them. You’re right. They were here first

Bela’s the last of the sisters that takes notice of you, yet wants to claim you immediately

As the eldest, she is all too used to getting things she wants. The first bite, namely

She is, however, not at all oblivious to Daniela’s scent all over you. She notices the subtle scent of Cassandra linger too, but shrugs it off for the moment. As far as she knows: you’re all Daniela’s lover, made known by the many public displays of affection

Now, Bela isn’t the type to steal partners from her sisters. Not intentionally anyway

In fact, when she notices your growing attraction to her while you’re with Daniela, she is furious!

How dare you treat her little sister this way!

At first she ignores your glances across the room, then returns them as glares. She knows, you’re with her sister. And she won’t stand for disloyalty!

However, then she is visited by both, you and Daniela, in her office

Her surprise only grows when Cassandra swarms in as well, standing on your right whereas Daniela is on your left. She growls quietly when you wrap your arm around Cassandra’s midsection

Aren’t you with Daniela? What have her younger sisters gotten themselves into?!

Her confusion is easily written all across her face, and as such, she only rolls her eyes when Daniela coos at her expression

It is explained, that you’re with both of them. Bela raises an eyebrow, and you’re quick to assure her: no, you aren’t taking advantage of her precious sisters

She doesn’t quite understand why you’re telling her this, though. Are the…three of you…worried she will kill you should she catch you with Cassandra without knowing you’re with her, too?

No, not quite

Bela’s face heats up nearly instantly when you boldly reach forwards and cup her cheeks gently

She hears her sisters scoff and whine, as though demanding your attention back. Alas, it is set on her

Your eyes find her bright golden ones, and Bela feels her face only burning hotter when you stroke your thumb along her soft cheeks gently

She shivers when you voice your thoughts and admit your adoration and attraction to her

She gulps when she is asked to join what relationship you seem to have

And with your beautiful eyes staring into hers, she can’t help but agree. She’s had her eyes for you for so long, she can’t help but moan when you lean forwards a little more and push your lips against her plump ones

“Don’t get your lipstick all over them!”, comes Daniela’s immediate whines, whereas Cassandra sticks to mocking gagging

As such, your relationship with all three sisters blooms

The beginning is, rocky, to say at the least

Neither sister wants to share when it’s the time, truly, despite their agreement to share you between them

They all want their turns with you, and are reluctant to let go of you

Aside from this, all want to spend the nights with you

This leads to large cuddle piles most days, where you are all in someone’s bed- usually Bela’s, as it’s the largest. With two sisters at your sides and the other on top of you, you’re content to sleep

However, the bickering already starts in the morning, when all three insist, they want to join you in your bath

Of course, this doesn’t work, space wise. You know you cannot fit four people in a bathtub, no matter its size

As such, bickering begins of who gets to join you

Often, it ends up being Bela for the simple reason that she pulls back to sneak into the bathroom with you while her sisters bicker back and forth about who gets to join you

Quite early into Bela adding to the relationship, rules are established

Such as no snatching you when you’re having time with another sister

There is, of course, poor time management. All want you. None want to share

It’s settled- in most mornings you belong to Bela until breakfast. The other sleep in anyway, and while both would rather wake up to you by your side, they agree with only minor annoyance lacing their words

You usually get to be with whoever of your girlfriends isn’t busy

Often, Bela is occupied by her work. Sometimes, you decide to distract her

You’re a big fan of teasing her when she is meant to finish up the paperwork sitting on her desk

Even more so as you find out very fast: Bela is the most sensitive out of your girlfriends

She trembles beautifully for you and gasps at the smallest of touches you inflict on her

She is also the most jealous underneath the mask of maturity and tidiness, and is often irritated when you show up in her office reeking of her sisters and their scents

You often make your precious blonde feel better. Or at the very least add her scent to the mix

She moans beautifully for you when you easily push her over her desk and shivers easily when she hears you take off your clothing

You always take your time with her, and love to slowly pull her dress up her smooth legs and stroke, squeeze and kiss her thick, soft thighs

With her pushed on her back on her desk, your favorite way of treating your girlfriend is by eating her out

Bela grows incredibly at this. Her clit is the most sensitive part of her, and you’re often able to make her cum even without penetration. This can be particularly embarrassing to her, though the moment you lower yourself between her legs, all words slur or die on her tongue

She moans and whimpers loudly for you, so much so you often see it only fit to gag her

The last thing you need is someone walking in on you because of the loud noises you draw from her, after all. Still, you know, and always note with a coo, your precious Bela just can’t keep quiet no matter how hard she tries

You simply make her lose her composure

You make her cum on top of her desk often, though often enjoy kinkier uses of her as she works, too

Namely to visit her with an innocent-looking bag, then demand she stands and place a long, slightly curved toy on her chair

The blonde blushes hotly, the gorgeous woman now struggling not to squirm as she slides down on the dildo and you tuck her closer to the desk with a reminder to finish up her work

Occasionally, you like to check whether she still straddles it, and you’re never disappointed

Bela is such a good girl for you when she wants to be, after all

With Cassandra, there are harsh contrasts

You often find yourself the one dominated by her, snatched as you work with the only justification being that she’s here now and craves you

How could you deny her?

Her personal favorite is to tie you up and inflict pain and pleasure upon you

With a vibrator want taped to your thigh and your arms and legs tied as you stand, she stalks you like prey

You feel fear, and pleasure given to you by the toy. It works against your privates perfectly, and she knows it

It feels so good, you almost forget the pain she yearns to inflict on you

Almost

“Now scream for Mommy”, is her personal favorite, you believe

Often, it serves as your only warning before the pain follows

Usually, in the form of bites and knives, whips bruising your skin, or cruel slaps hitting your backside and striking your ass relentlessly

She draws all kinds of noises from you, and prides herself on it

Another thing she secretly enjoys, is to mark you entirely in those times

Restrained and often even gagged, you’re helpless to her lips and teeth dragging against your skin and digging in lightly

You’re covered from head to toe in her marks and scent, and it makes her feel lightheaded as though the vibrator was against her clit, and the whip hit her creamy, pale skin

At other times, it’s you marking Cassandra

While you like to opt for sweet movements with Bela, you know this sister requires a firmer hand

Cassandra loves nothing more than to let you fuck her like a mere slut

You usually need to break her into this role, and neither of you mind

In fact, she’s ecstatic when you force her down on her knees and fuck her face until she begs for you to allow her up again

Cassandra is incredibly flustered as it comes to submitting as a whole. Any act of dominance of yours has her get wet already, much to her humiliation

You, of course, love to take advantage of this. Especially when you merely grab her face and pull her in for a kiss, yet notice her thighs push together already

You like all things that really get her going as a submissive. Most of all, this is pain and humiliation

Both is brought together, sometimes, when you have her in a sweet, by far too sweet for her, dress as you drag ice cubes across her thighs

The poor thing is crying and squirming non-stop, cumming fast and hard with no end in sight

Her cheeks always flush bright pink when you have her wear a cute looking dress, certainly too girly and innocent for her tastes

Matching this with stockings and a little bow to her head, Cassandra feels right on edge

You never get tired of seeing the gagged brunette watch pitifully as you adjust her stockings and lift her skirt

You are both capable of taking such good care of one another ;)

Then, of course, you have Daniela

The sweetest, yet perhaps kinkiest of the three, as you’ve come to find out

While only sometimes, she too enjoys to control you from time to time and bring you pleasure

Here, she especially likes to tie you up at a chair or so, with your thighs apart and your clothing torn off you

She struggles with sharing you with her sisters and becomes incredibly jealous at their scents sticking to you

She does, however, love to “cleanse” you of them

With her head moving between your legs, she first ensures their scents are covered by your own again

She could work her mouth on you for hours, and almost always does

You’re just too cute wiggling and whining for her when you’re so sensitive already and cant even grab onto her to steady yourself

She savors your tastes each time, and likes to place her marks on your thighs or so. A little bit of pettiness, perhaps. Something for her sisters to see and get jealous over

She loves the thought. You’re all hers, in her mind, after all. As such she loves seeing her older two sisters get jealous whenever they see she’s claimed you

But that is hardly all

Aside from this, she greatly enjoys to tease you while she’s on top of you

You see stars when your seemingly innocent girlfriend easily ties you to the bedposts and straddles your naked body with hers

Soft skin drags along you as she moves, and you feel lightheaded when her lips and tongue returns to your overly sensitive privates

And Daniela? She’s absolutely soaked, just as she likes it

She doesn’t intend on taking care of it just yet, however. She’s very possessive and shameless. She wants her scent all over you

As such, she does just that

Only afterwards and judged by Bela and Cassandra’s disgusted grimaces and urges you please get a bath, do you realize what your not-so-innocent Daniela is doing

She’s grinding on you as she pleasures you, her wet pussy and warm body dragging along your front as she rolls her hips

You only feel the wetness, yet Daniela feels more and more aroused the more of her scent is rubbed off on you

As a submissive, things aren’t all that different

However, Daniela allows for some kinkier plays. Especially as she is the sister capable of being the quietest as you pleasure her

Often you draw little, quiet whimpers and mewls from her, which allow you to take her just about wherever you want

And Daniela loves it

She only giggles when you push her up against walls and reach underneath her lace panties already, her arms over your shoulders as you begin with her clit and two fingers

It doesn’t take a lot to have this one submit, yet you know Daniela can be a little bit of a brat sometimes

Namely, when she keeps snatching you from her sisters on purpose, or keeps putting obstacles in the way to ensure you have less time with them

You realize often: the poor thing is so lonely and pent up when you aren’t there to take care of her

With her arms and legs tied and a vibrating dildo buried inside her velvet core, you often ensure she is prevented from snatching you again

Instead, you shoot her a dirty grin and smirk when you return hours later, your precious brat squirming on the bed and begging for forgiveness after being forced through orgasm after orgasm

You know, even tied up Daniela can swarm out of her restraints at any time. The tears of overstimulation and her bright pink pussy tell you she stayed in place like a good girl

You trace your fingers alongside her trembling form, her perky breasts and little nipples on display for you

She groans and whimpers as you tug and spank them, the toy in her mercilessly bringing her pleasure

She’s utterly soaked for you, and you’re mildly surprised the thing hasn’t slipped out of her yet

Just when she believes you fill free her of this sweet torture, though, you merely lower yourself between her soft legs and lick broadly across her warm pussy

She’s trembling and moaning, her own arousal clinging to her and the sheets between her legs

Her eyes practically sparkle, despite her exhaustion, you reveal the strap/cock between your legs, and with a simple tug, the toy slips out of her with a wet sound

She is only granted a moment of peace before you thrust between her southern lips already until she’s lubricated you enough

With no issue at all, she takes you in and squirms beautifully when you begin thrusting right away

Her skin is flushed and warm, her thighs tremble and her pussy is soaked for you

With hard thrusts, you push her up on the bed, before your hands at the rope adorning her hips pull her downwards again

It seems, this is a perfect way to make your little songbird sing for you

“Will you take more hours, or have we learned our lesson, Daniela?”

She always assures you, yes! She has! She will behave! She will be good!

For a time being, the brat in her is fucked out, and you’re all too happy to reward the good girl squirming and clenching around you

[tigers1o1]

Yall really liked part one

PART TWO OF WHAT YOUR FAVORITE JRWI RIPTIDE SHIP SAYS ABOUT YOUUUU

(except this time I’m not putting pictures so i can do a longer post)

PC/NPC

Pistolwhip (jay/lizzie) - if you’re all the way caught up, you are HERE for the angst. That toxic, fucked up yuri. If you havent watched 101 yet, you think they girlboss. And honestly, you girlboss too.

Sharpshooter (jay/kira) - childhood friends to lovers FUCKS you up. You probably didnt have many close connections as a kid and yearn for the kind of love that can only come from knowing someone for years. You also really like the “lovers on opposite” sides trope, but maybe not quite to the “hero/villain” trope or enemies to lovers. Just tragic romeo and juliet types.

Clockwork rivals/ women in STEM (jay/ensa) - you’re probably a STEM major too to be honest. You’re hella chill, and i know that for a fact. You are also in love with ensa. You’re also probably a cat person.

Jay’s Harem - Jay is your favorite, you’re pissed that so many people over look her and you hate your dad. You’re probably a lesbian/sapphic. You think she deserves everything. You’re probably in either a very stable relationship, or chronically alone.

Swordfish (gillion/caspain) - i feel like you’re probably a fairly lonely person who seeks comfort in those with similar backgrounds/identities to yours. You just think theyre neat :3

Scarlet Captains (chip/jasmine drake) - BOY KISSER 🫵. No but in all seriousness you LOVE the flirting, the tension. You’d probably turn into a blubbering mess if someone flirted with you the was Jazz flirts with Chip. You’re down bad for Jazz, dont lie.

Chiptune (chip/queen) - queen is your favorite character, and you’re just a littol guy. You want to be wrapped in a fuzzy blanket always and have a sweet tooth like none other. You love fluff, and are probably obsessed with the character cinnamoroll

Fnfnc (gillion/caspian/chip) - you’ve been here for a while, havent you? I feel like this one was more popular in the earlierish days, so if this is still your favorite you’ve got some DEDICATION. You are loyal to a fault and you are not afraid to fight someone if they hurt one of your besties.

Sea sharp (gill/chip/queen) - you just like them being silly together :> you also probably want to be at the middle of a cuddle pile. You think highly of your friends and you’re probably on the quieter side.

Greater mana polycule (whatever that means to you is correct) - you’re autistic and when you were a kid, you had more stuffed animals than room on your bed because you felt bad leaving anyone out

NPC/NPC

Waning crescent/ frigatebird (lizzie/ ava) - oh so you like to cry. You like tragic yuri. You liked doomed timelines. You like MCD, you freak /pos. You fuck heavily with the “hero/villain” trope but ONLY when its messy and complicated and there are no heroes and villains and they love each other but they can never have each other and- yeah thats all i need to say. You know who you are. Also props to you is you shipped it before 101. There were like 4 of us, i fear

Rosewater (lizzie/caspian) - you are LOYAL. You know who your friends are and you will defend them until you DIE. Youre also a CHRONIC overthinker. You’re probably in a strange found family relationship with most of your friends and I’m willing to bet you’re ace. You love undying loyalty in relationships, and unconditional love through extremely tough times. You probably elect to ignore the “Caspian is a traitor theory”, and if you dont, you love it for the fucked up angst potential.

Cattlepunk (drey/ ichabod) - you are ride or fucking die for this ship. You scrounch up anything there is for this ship and if you’ve consumed it all, you make it yourself. You have a thing for cowboys and pray to grizzly every day that he beings jonah scott back.

Drearl (drey/earl) - oh you’re fucking OOOOLD. You’ve been in those fandoms since the days before they deleted fated. Also. If THIS is your favorite ship? What the fuck. But its almost definitely ironic, and for that? You are iconic.

Star crossed survivors (star/ zamia) - you’re adorable, probably a lesbian, and really like happy endings despite tragedy. You want to live in the woods with 4 cats, 2 horses and your soulmate. Your favorite barbie movie is/was Barbie and the Diamond Castle

Let me know if I missed yours!!

[a-helluva-rewrite]

Hear me out, this is a really random idea of mine but I feel like Helluva Boss should give Loona a girlfriend. It would be really cool to see one of the main characters in a sapphic relationship, especially considering how underrepresented sapphic relationships are in HB, and it would also be pretty cool bisexual rep to show Loona expressing romantic interest in both men (Vortex) and women, rather than slapping the bisexual label on her outside of the show but never once bringing it up in canon.

But representation aside, I think it would be a good move for Loona’s character progression. To me, her character arc is that she’s a troubled, sheltered hellhound who doesn’t know how to interact with people after years of isolation and abuse in the adoration agency. We see it early on in the series with her being super quick-tempered with the other members of IMP and seemingly having no friends, and later in episode 8 where she has practically zero social skills at Bee’s party. In Sinsmas we see her having real friends, which is really nice! I just wish we saw her make these friends in real time rather than have it all happen off screen.

If I were rewriting the show I would love to focus on Loona more and watch her learn to overcome her trauma and trust and befriend people. I think putting her in a romantic situation would be a pretty huge step in that direction and really test her ability to let other people love her and for her to love other people. It doesn’t have to be anything angsty (HB has enough angsty relationships already) but I think a little subplot where Loona goes from being an asshole to everyone around her to someone who is able to have a strong friend group and be in a healthy relationship would be some nice character development.

It honestly doesn’t have to be romantic, it could just be Loona having one best friend she gets really close with, but my lesbian heart yearns for a sapphic romance lol. + it being romantic could resolve Loona having a crush on Tex by letting her healthily move on from him.

Or just have her be in a polycule with Tex and Bee LMAO idc

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

The Rift - Chapter Three

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

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

Word Count: 2.3k

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

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

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

Masterlist | Chapter Two | Next chapter>>

(You)

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

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

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

“Marcus!?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You… are… safe… with… us.”

You hope you conjugated the verb correctly. 

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

“Where am I?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Famelicus,” he says. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Roman also looks relieved at the prospect of sleep. 

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s Greek, not Roman,” you snort.

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

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

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

(Pike)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lac. Mil-k?” 

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

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

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

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

Marcus shrugs. “I don’t see why not.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Egg,” you tell him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shh,” Marcus says. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nualaofthefaerie]

Opinions on Catwin happening alongside Payneland? As in like V shaped poly relationships?

I think they should all hold hands, for real. My ship is CatMontWinRowPalaSaki. They are a circle that holds hands in different capacities, and I think that's so cool. They all have different appeals and different dynamics. There are not a lot of shows with these levels of chemistry all around.

As for Catwin specifically, it's just the one dynamic that appeals to me personally the most, but I like all of them. I think realistically, Catwin's not happening as endgame. Endgame is gonna be Painland, possibly some sort of opened polycule between them and the girls with queerplatonic NikoxEdwin. But I do think the showrunners didn't expect the Cat King to blow up the way he did so they have hinted on him coming back if they do season 2 so I think we'll be seeing cat and mouse in reverse this time with Edwin being in control and I'm hyped for that. I think a real kiss for Catwin is in the cards, depending on how the hand is played.

As for the general moral debate, I think it's rather funny that we attach such rigorous morals to two ghosts, a cat, a crow, a witch, and a psychic. In a show with Dandellion Sprites, I don't see a reason to be so deep with it. It's fun, it's intimate, it's sexy, it's a story of attraction, and the first brushes with lust and yearning.

In conclusion, polycule.

Love,

Li 🪷🩷

[ford-ftm-150]

Polycule Yearning Time:

Them doing my hair. Me doing their hair. Scalp massages & being pet on the head during quiet moments.

[kaiju-krew]

Ohhh wow, I didn't expect you to actually answer my question hahaha (new fav gif, ty).

I asked you about Shimothra because I recently listened to 'Good Luck Babe' by Chapell Roan and for some reason I imagined Mothra and Shimo... Idk if it's a popular ship but I wanted to ask your opinion because you're my favorite kaiju artist <33

So yeah, share your thoughts, it'll be fun!

the people yearn for old woman kaiju yuri and i will do my best to deliver 😤

GODDDDD UR HURTIN MEEEE ok that song for them is so gd angsty...... it's making me think of some au where they used to be paired up but got separated/think one another are dead......... only for shimo to be imprisoned/unreachable before they can reunite.......... and they both move on but not rly........... YOWZA im making myself sad ok i cant start with angst it hurtin oK OK lets back it up

ANGST ASIDE i think it is very cute. very very cute. and ripe for very interesting development. i wanna do some doodles for it once im done my current comms!!! i have ideas........

i will be fr and say i am such a multishipper goblin that the idea of a quad-polycule gets my brain gears going a bit more than 1on1 ships in a totally unique au because i think they should all love on each other (like goji n kong smooching and mosu n shimo smooching while mosu n goji high five each other do you see the vision. do you. do you see it.)

in regards to an au where they're a pair removed from the others tho i will say i am an absolute SUCKERRR for like. a char like shimo who has Missed Out on a lot due to being enslaved for so long, and a char like mothra, who is endlessly patient and empathetic unless you're ghidorah, helping shimo sort of.... get used to the world again. spending time together, introducing her to other benevolent kaiju, that kinda slow guiding hand that helps her regain autonomy and feel safe??? i WILL be crying in the club tyvm

i could yap for longer but i'd rather leave some ideas/interactions quiet until i can doodle them :3c soon soon

[ilminnestrone]

I really need to take this out of my system because I stumbled across this polyphobic bullshit too many times.

When it comes to polyships, you all need to stop with this constant blabbering that ships involving character 1, character 2 and other characters are not character 1 x character 2. Yes, they fucking are.

It's literal Polyamory 101, if not Polyamory for dummies, and you're just full of polyphobic shit without even knowing (I hope).

Do you really think we polyamorous people wake up one day and fall in love with the same person, at the same time, with the same intensity? That's unicorn hunters' thinking. It's the first thing you learn when you get into consensual non-monogamy. I'm telling you: it doesn't.

Not all the people involved in a polycule are necessarily in love with each other or having sex with each other. That's called Heaven on Earth. Most of the times some of them are in love, some of them fuck, some of them do both, some of them just watch, some of them cuddle, some of them are into kink without the sex part and some of them despise each other.

Polycules are formed around relationships between individuals. Polyamory is messy and complicated because the people involved in it form bounds that are completely independent. Every pairing in a polycule has its own peculiar relationship. A, B and C are in a closed throuple? Then you have three different pairings involved: AxB, BxC and AxC. And also the dynamic between the three of them. The more characters you add, the more the pairings and variabilitiy. That's math, pure and simple. So YES: ships involving A, B and C are AxB too!

You are totally entitled to your NOTPs. You're entitled to dislike het ships or homo ships (even if I think you might have an issue if you are repulsed by an entire sexual orientation). You're entitled to your monoships or to dislike polyships. The point here is not personal preference.

The point is you have to fucking stop using polyphobic (or any other kind of queerphobic) statements to exclude things you don't like. Use tags. Don't consume a piece of media if you don't like it. Headcanon every single character on Earth as monogamous. But keep in mind you don't own an entire fandom and other people are entitled to enjoy their headcanon as much as you do.

Just be a decent human being to people who are just trying their best to survive in this world and yearn for representation. Because we exist, and those statements are hurtful.

[evolutionsbedingt]

WIP Wednesday (01/01/25)

Let's try this posting for WIP Wednesday thing again! Today, I bring to you the beginning of a FoF Modern, non-magical AU for the polycule that insisted on being written starting Friday night. About two-thirds of it are pwp at the moment, with a nice little found family cushion in between xD

Without further ado, enjoy!

★★★

The first time it happened, Yichen wasn’t even sure what the guy’s name was. They met at a party, one Yichen was sort of forced to attend as the head of their faculty’s student council and which went off the rails more quickly than he liked to admit. Not an hour in he’d been properly sloshed and only the fact that he’d promised Wen Xiao to walk her home kept him from leaving.

Except Wen Xiao was busy flirting with some guy - a senior from her high school? - and the head of the archery club, a woman so intimidating most people wouldn’t even dare to talk to her, much less swoon into her arms after getting ignored once.

But whatever Wen Xiao was doing, it was working because both Pei Sijing and the stupidly handsome prick she’d called ‘Qianbei’ were hanging off her lips and Yichen was feeling needlessly jealous about that. Needlessly because she would be going home with him. Needlessly because for all that he’d been nursing a crush on her for the better part of a decade, she didn’t do romantic attachments.

She’d climb into his bed and into his arms and it’d warm both of them for the night, but it wasn’t romance. They’d return to their daily business of terrorising the student council and the students at the library respectively and Yichen would keep yearning for the kind of love he knew he should have been supposed to find with her. If he hadn’t been so fucking gay. If she hadn’t been so deeply uninterested in romantic pursuits.

[rotting-ink]

prompt, if you're up to it: you've answered abt how the RO's react when they're jealous of an unknown third party, but what if they get jealous... of eachother? can be the poly pairings before they become poly, at that awkward phase when it's almost a love triangle instead! and ofc L and E

this made me wiggle and kick my feet :> sorry for taking so long, this took AGES for me to write out.

So, as mentioned before, you can select to enter a polycule at any of the times you are prompted, for example. either when first meeting quincy after getitng a relationship with V, or when in a relationship with Quincy and meeting up with V, or having romanced neither and selecting to enter one at the same time. This will also be the same for the love triangles.

V De Winters and Quincy Beaumont:

It's... Not great at all.

In a relationship with V first: Just before Quincy enters the poly group with you two, it's... Not looking good. Hell, you MEET Quincy through V, after a date to the theater. V does give you a heads up that they and Quincy had a fling before they made it huge in Kaer Llundain. But Quincy hadn't been made aware, evidentially, that V was seeing someone new. Quincy, at first, does hang over V, but after extended time with Quincy, they start doing the same to you. They fawn over you like a little pet, happily smothering both of you in attention.

V does get antsy. Very overly focused on you. You can tell that they would want to get back to a warm relationship with Quincy, but they hold you so much more dear that they've instead become cold. They know how good it feels to be the object of their ex lover's adoration and are worried about it. Spends more time with you, shirking duties, and seems in need of confirmation that you wouldn't leave them for Quincy.

Quincy Beaumont, on the other hand, went from having a tinge of jealousy from seeing V with someone new, the one person who had their back and helped pay for their first trip into the Capital. They knew they parted with agreements that they'd now just be friends, but they always held a small candle for V, hoping that they would be able to take them from South Hollow and with them on tour. So seeing you? Jealousy. Spite. But it ebbs away upon spending more time with you. They go from seeing why V had made you into their pet, into actually liking you so much, even if you are cold to them. It becomes quite unbearable, wanting two people so much, but seeing them together without them. They WANT to be cold and spiteful, and they are, when seeing you two together, but individually, is soft and loving.

In a relationship with Quincy first: Now, this is a bit more interesting. Maybe you didn't see much appeal in V first, preferring them as a friend, or maybe not wanting to take the plunge with a married person, even if you do learn about V's history. But Quincy draws your attention, even in their dressing room, still being incredibly warm to V. You notice their attention, their yearning drift away from V, as they learn more about you. Private invites to their flat, their dressing room, maybe even rehearsal. Becomes openly adoring of you, and while they're still very soft with V, it's obvious you have taken their attention wholeheartedly. So much so they don't notice V's jealousy at first.

V, however, does slowly start giving you both the cold shoulder, spending more time at home and not out and about as they used to be. You don't understand why V has started to bail on your hang outs, but then again, Quincy is there to take the thing, even as they're sad that V has reneged on their promise to catch up. V, despite their cool facade, struggles with seeing two people they hold very dear not return the similar feelings and be with each other. This patch would lead more likely to some sort of bad argument or blow up between V and you and Quincy, when the trust comes out.

Same time with V and Quincy: You.. Aren't sure what happened. You had become aware of your feelings for them around the same time, maybe seeing a new side of V with an old lover, or seeing easily what drew them to Quincy to begin with. But it's messy. They themselves are getting reacquainted at the same time that they're dealing with developing feelings for the Witch, and it may be the most awkward stand off within group hangs outs for a hot moment.

Starling Knight and Z Chambers:

It's mostly sad.

In a relationship with Starling first: Z doesn't want to be having these feelings about their friends. They hate that instead of being happy for two of their favourite people, they're feeling left out. Left out. They're dead. There's nothing for them to miss out on, their life has ended, why are they thinking this. Lots of sad quiet moments for themselves, soft sad down turned eyes looking at you two, and maybe some time apart from you and Starling.

In a relationship with Z first: Starling feels odd about it. They could just be secretly enjoying time with their friends, hiding that enjoyment behind a frown, but then would feel a pang in their stomach whenever Z took time to sneak you a kiss. But, they're mature. They can bear it. It does become awkward because Z is very aware of feelings and can be downright scary about picking up on the feelings of other's. Z is constantly worried about the fact you've decided to be in a relationship with a reaper and when they realize that Starling has feelings for you, their judgment clouds their happiness again. However, they do not understand that Starling is also into them, so it ends up very emotionally messy and sad. Until a sit down is had and Z realises they have two hands and you have two hands and Starling has two hands.

Same time as Starling and Z: It's actually quite heart warming at first. You and your two other friends, loving each other's company, and growing closer in your odd hours, whenever you three are free at the same time. Yes, there is worries on both sides, Z in their undead state and Starling, feeling too old for both of you and the Witch always being in trouble anyway.

A Lancaster and D Woolf:

Ah, nothing like a Witch Killer falling for a Witch and an accomplice of theirs.

A and D maintain a more friend based relationship through their route, but...

In a relationship with A first: D, at first, is overwhelmingly happy that their friend has found love, with someone that they do genuinely like so much. They're ecstatic! It's just.. Now most of your time is spent with A, at least what you can get away with when A is apart of the hunters. They're just... Lonely. They're used to it, or at least they should be, after all these years. But now they're pining for more time with the two of you. Hates feeling like a third wheel. Becomes isolated and more obsessive with their work. A would notice quite early on

In a relationship with D first: A doesn't really think much of it at first? Just a bit surprised D actually got someone for themselves. May still be wary of you, depends on your relationship. Might try to warn D from you but after a while starts to enjoy your company. To an alarming extent. Feels angry mostly. D has finally found someone for themselves, and he wants to ruin it? Feels worse if he feels more tender towards D.

Same time as A and D: They're friends, they talk to each other. D would be more likely to share their new feelings and A would be taken aback. Would later tell D that they share those feelings. Hey, communication. They'd try not to be awkward with each other, but when you're around, then they're both awkward and might snip at each other.

That took ages so quickly, Love Triangles:

E and L Rawlins' relationship slowly deteriorates over all of the books, so entering the love triangle has them downright at each other's throats, with E as the aggressor and L being defensive and cold.

Saleos and Seir can just about stand each other, being two demons wanting to be near the same human, so when it gets romantic, they become so much worse. Saleos shows off how much you allow them near you while Seir wants to repeatedly claim ownership over you.

[sokovianfortune]

hello . i would like to talk about my own sexuality/relationship headcanons for the wbn trio since it’s a topic of conversation today :3

jack and elsa are both bisexual. this is a semi-recent discovery for both of them, given that most of elsa’s sexual partners have been women and most of jack’s sexual and romantic partners have been men. had they been asked about their sexualities pre-special, they’d both probably identify themselves as some flavor of gay (here meaning same-sex attracted, rather than an umbrella term like queer!). there is a reason why i have referred to the two of them running into each other in the maze as The Bisexual Jumpscare.

jack is also asexual! he’s not particularly sex-repulsed, he just largely views sex as a bonding activity and a way to make his partner feel good/express romantic love. this is fine by ted because uhh. i mean. let’s all be honest with ourselves here, it is very doubtful that my man has a libido anymore or the hardware to make it happen.

on the other end of the spectrum, you have elsa who only rarely indulged in sex as a way to scratch the human need itch. most of her past partners were one-night stands and she never stuck around for long, either way. but, once she and jack got together, her libido went fucking haywire and now she’s constantly (willingly!) dragging him into ulysses’s old bed chambers. good for her. good for them.

ted only the other hand is Gay gay. he did have a wife pre-transformation as per comics canon but, at the time they were married, he hadn’t really realized or even explored that particular facet of himself. workaholic scientist, yknow. he was operating under the typical “oh i guess i have to get married now because that’s what people Of My Age do.” there also might have been some period-accurate comphet involved, depending on how old he actually is.

ironically and perhaps to metatextually lean into monsters being queer-coded, becoming what he is now, while obviously a traumatic experience at the time, eventually allowed ted the freedom to explore this facet of himself and become comfortable with it.

jack and ted call each other husbands. they are not legally married. it just kind of started as a bit one day and it stuck. at what point did it stop being a bit? they don’t know and have not addressed it. jack would love to wear a ring regardless but he’s very worried about accidentally severing a finger if he forgets to take it off before the full moon.

on the hand, if anyone refers to jack as anything less neutral than elsa’s partner, she Will start gagging. she is forty one years old, she is nobody’s fucking girlfriend. wife is also off the table. she’d get married for practical tax reasons or something maybe but it would have to just be signing a paper in a courthouse with one (1) witness. an actual wedding ceremony (having to bear her stupid soft feelings in front of everyone she knows!!!) would be akin to a particularly humiliating trip through the nine circles of hell for her.

i call them the people’s polycule but they’re really more like a poly v with jack as the midpoint. ted and elsa are decidedly not romantically interested in each other at all but they Are besties united by their love for their beloved little bow wow. i know we have confirmation of the “she’s not into dogs” line but my headcanon is and always will be that the thing ted says to jack to make him laugh at the end is only kind of a joke about being willing to try opening things up if he wanted to.

(jack immediately dismissed this as A Joke and that was when ted knew he was in for a whole lot of yearning. god help him.)