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astracora · 5 months ago

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Cold Metal, Warm Sensation

Characters: Poly!LADs x gn!mc, Caleb x gn!mc (Caleb POV)

Warnings: Spoilers for Caleb's story.

Word Count: 3363

Written: 18th February 2025

Notes: Established-relationship with gn!MC with all LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory. I take some liberties with what the game offers me. Ok I finally got this done, amidst the pain... This is pre Caleb joins Polycule fully, but it's post Caleb stops trying to lock MC in a box. (Unless they ask nicely). Polycule understand the agony of not being able to touch your loved one, lucky (and unlucky) for Caleb.

Now Playing: I'm With You, by Avril Lavigne

Masterlist AO3

The first time his arm comes up, is after he says goodbye to you one morning. You have a mission with Xavier in the Fusion No-Hunt Area, so as you say goodbye to everyone, Caleb takes your right hand in his own.

It's become something of a routine for him, or a ritual, he thinks. He can't feel the metal of your prosthetic against his unfeeling right hand, but he can squeeze without worrying about hurting you. He looks down at your clasped hands, and watches as you squeeze back. Your other hand goes to his cheek and then you press a kiss to his skin.

It's fleeting, and quick, as you release and race off to follow Xavier. Yelling a final goodbye behind you, Mephisto follows on a gust of feathers.

He sits back at the kitchen counter, staring down at his hand, raising it to his cheek, and exhales a sigh.

No matter how much he touches you, it never seems to be enough. Like he is always missing something. An unending yearning or greed he can't sate properly. He can touch you with his left hand all he wants, but he still cannot stop feeling the loss of emptiness in his right like an eternal agony.

"You should let me take a look at it, if it bothers you that much tin-man." Sylus speaks from the side, glasses perched on the end of his nose as he reads through some documents the twins have handed him.

Caleb is trying not to chafe around your polycule. He is, he tells himself. Even if he glares or huffs, faking smiles when you're around to not hurt you. They care about you, almost as much as he does, he supposes. So they'll do, for now. If nothing else than shields if things get bad.

If EVER want access to you, they can get through these four first.

Instead of responding to the N109's king, he turns away, grabs his coat and leaves.

He isn't their tool to experiment on. He's only ever a tool in your hands.

The second time it comes up is much later, he was injured in a fight, throwing himself in front of a Golem to protect you. Taking the things fist to his raised arm. He'd pushed through the pain, even as his arm was mangled in the process. Firing rounds into the thing's head.

As soon as it was felled, you'd pulled him to the side, furious and agitated. He'd laughed, "I'm fine." He promised, even as he felt the fever rising up through his body. His body failing him as the agony ripped through his system.

He vaguely remembers collapsing, hearing you call his name, and then talking to someone. When he wakes, he's back at your home. Their home. His home? In one of Sylus' rooms where he tinkers on Mephisto.

Spread out over the table, as the man works, humming along mostly in tune to a song Caleb has heard you singing to.

He feels like he's floating, and it's hard to speak, when his body feels so dreadfully heavy. The flash and heat of a soldering iron as parts are repaired, is familiar, though not comforting. Taking him back to cold lab walls, and agonising electrical storms through neurons.

It is one point of heat in his left hand, that tells him he's not there. Your head is on the table next to him, asleep as you grasp onto him like he'll disappear without your hand anchored to his.

Caleb thinks for a moment, that he probably hasn't given you reason to believe he wouldn't.

"They didn't stop crying until you stabilised." Zayne speaks as he enters the room. Mugs on a tray, as he places them down out of the way. "At least your recklessness hasn't changed, Caleb."

There's something quite disconcerting about the disapproval he sees in Zayne's cool eyes. There's a familiarity to it, one he's seen multiple times growing up, as the man had tended to wounds he'd gotten trying to impress or amuse you.

Climbing trees, jumping off a roof, trying to fly with his EVOL, standing up to bullies.

Any manner of reasons that had ended up with him with torn skin or bruises, that Zayne had then sat him down and tended to. Bandaged with careful, and far too steady hands for a child.

Zayne goes to hand him a mug, before realising he has no free hands, smiling softly down at you with warm eyes. Caleb feels his heart and chest twinge and twist. For all the ways he knows you better than he believes anyone else has, that he is the only safe harbour for you… he feels like he's banging up against the wall of realisation every day.

It feels like he's been sent out without coordinates for where his home base is. Waiting for you to walk away and leave him behind.

Not needing him, where he knows he still needs you.

Is he so easy to replace?

"You're thinking stupid things again, tin-man." Sylus speaks, pausing his work to reach over for his drink, and to tug Zayne down by his tie to place a kiss of thanks to his forehead, "Always staring like you're waiting for the doors to close in front of you. Loving someone isn't easy. It's a choice."

Caleb wants to snap, that he doesn't need lectures from a criminal, but truthfully what part of his hands aren't caked in blood that marks him one too. Battering against the realisation that every choice he has made, has made him someone you argue with, struggled with. That your heart is kinder than his is, because he only cares for you, and you care so much for so many.

Even though his heart aches, as he goes to pull his hand away from your tight grip, you stir. The three watch as you blink awake, one eye opening to look up at him. A sleepy, soft smile tugging scarred lips up into endearment, as you tighten your hand again. You exhale a 'morning', on an airy voice, and then nestle closer, "I'm glad you're ok Caleb."

He watches as your eyes close and your breathing evens out again, exhaustion clear in the lines on your face, but the strain softened by relief, and feels the deep urge to cry.

"Maybe you should give us a chance to help you. Instead of continuing to close doors on yourself." Zayne offers, indicating where Sylus has resumed his work, fixing Caleb's arm.

Despite himself… the man's work is clean, and careful.

He files it away to think about, but not now. When your hand is so warm in his.

The third time, is when he's watching Rafayel paint your prosthetic. Occasionally, you flinch under the brush, laughter spilling out. When he questions it, you smile at him, mismatched eyes twinkling. "It tickles."

He watches as the fish gets gleeful at this, dipping it back into the metal-safe paint and swirling it up and down your arm. Your laugh escapes you in a boom, and you pull away from him, "Raffy, stop!"

Xavier's head is jostled out of your lap, and you fling yourself forward, to take the brush from the man's hand, painting over his nose, then his cheeks, then his throat. When you're satisfied, you pull away and nod, "What a good piece of art I've created." Sticking your tongue out at him.

Rafayel pouts and pokes your nose in retaliation, taking his brush back to draw a heart and then a fish on your cheek, "But you've smudged my masterpiece." He indicates the smeared paint on your prosthetic.

Caleb has watched this routine several times, every now and then, you need to get the casing of your prosthetic properly cleaned, not just wiped down. When this happens, the 'decoration' Rafayel paints on, has to be replaced. You say this like it's of the utmost importance, and he doesn't really understand.

He would never have thought about decorating his own, hiding it away often, because that's easier. It's better. If he doesn't see it, maybe he doesn't have to think about it. Even if the abyss of sensation reminds him every moment.

Still, he has seen you look down at the finished paintings, turning your arm to smile at them, and the way your eyes soften.

So that day he asks why, why is it so important? While Xavier complains about being disturbed, and finds his way to Rafayel's lap, who uses one hand to brush through his hair, and the other to clean up the mess of your arm.

You look at Rafayel, then back at Caleb, reaching out with your left hand to brush strands of hair away from Xavier's eyes.

He watches the way you tilt your head, the way you flex your fingers, and then the way you turn to look back at him. Serious, and considerate. Like you'd never actually put it into words before, just felt it.

"I didn't like it originally, my arm. It was a reminder of failure, a reminder that I was different." The words ache in Caleb's chest, like a dagger through the heart. He wants to pull you into his arms, tell you you're perfect, but he watches how carefully you hold your arm for Rafayel's work and stills himself. "When Raffy first painted it, it looked pretty. I wanted to look at it." Caleb watches, as the fish takes your metal hand in his and places a kiss to the wrist, before resuming his work.

The brand has gotten softer over time. Less painful.

He doesn't grate and ache and burn, to watch them hold you. He's not sure when he changed so much.

"Over time it just became a routine, it made me like it more. Like my body more, to decorate it. Now I can look at it without the art and not hate it, but I still like to see Raffy's art on my body." You kiss the man in question's head.

"I have a good canvas, cutie."

Xavier nods against Rafayel's lap, "Pretty." is mumbled against his legs.

You look over at Caleb then, eyes bright, hopeful. Warm. He's always likened you to the sun, and every moment you grace him with your presence is a moment he's too lucky, too blessed and too spoiled. "I bet it'd be nice on yours too?"

He notices the fish's eyes flicker to him, sees the careful observation, and forces a laugh through a tight throat, "Maybe." Is all he can offer.

Because truly, wouldn't it be too good for him, to be given the right to love the thing that helped make him a monster.

The fourth time, he brings it up himself. He's watching the stars on the balcony, as Xavier and Sylus play a game of kitty cards they're both far too competitive with. As Zayne reads and Rafayel sketches.

You're in his arms, staring up at the sky, eyes flickering closed as you become more and more drowsy.

As Caleb looks at you, he reaches his right hand, to entwine your metal fingers with his own. Running his thumb over your hand, the ache deep in his bones to do it with his left hand so he can feel it.

He wants to feel it with both. He wants to hold you in both hands and feel complete again.

Instead of staring and willing himself to suddenly know the heat of your skin under his right hand again. Instead of seeing agony in your face when he's in pain, and that's the only time his right hand responds to the sensation of you.

His throat is tight, when he speaks, turning his head slightly to the others, "If you can fix it, then do it."

Caleb is not used to asking for help, or letting anyone see his weakness. He has always been told all through growing up to protect you, that you need him to be strong, that you need him to keep you safe. If he was weak, how could you ever want to rely on him?

He's had to learn through yelling matches, and doors closed in front of you. Through bitten off insults and frustration. Through you leaving and threatening not to come back. Through days of struggling to get himself to breathe, to see you again. To listen to what you were saying, before he could let you walk next to him.

Even if his heart still won't relax. Even if he still thinks about that maze he wants to build, that world just for the two of you.

He doesn't want to capture the butterfly and watch it die in his hands.

He thinks if that happened, he truly would hate himself.

When eyes turn to him, including yours, blinking in disbelief, he turns to face forwards. "If you can, anyway." His voice steady, he forces his heart to be stable, his emotions to stay level. Every part of him is trembling under the weight of being watched by people who see more than he wants them to.

"Sure tin-man. You can trust us." Comes the chuckle from the side.

"I'll get in touch with some specialists." Zayne adds, placing a bookmark in his page and leaving the balcony.

You turn in his arms, so you can sit facing him, hands releasing his, and moving up to hold his cheeks. He's sure there's a blush colouring his cheeks at the way you lean in, small smile twisting and press your lips to his forehead. "You can trust them." You affirm, nestling against his neck, when he finally wraps arms around you. A lump in his throat he fights back, "You can trust me."

He knows, above all other things in this world. Caleb knows he can trust you.

He always has.

He sits through testing, but instead of the kind of tests he'd faced with the Fleet and EVER, you are there. A warm familiar presence that reminds him he's not a lab rat. A weapon. A tool. He's Caleb, he always remembers he's Caleb when you're there.

He sits there while you talk to him, and he follows along with the specialists Zayne has called in, while Sylus and Xavier work on his arm.

Both far more adapted to technology than he'd have known.

It's a slow process, as they adapt and change his circuitry. He sits and he tries to be patient, gritting his teeth through when the pain is clawing, and tries to remember what he's aiming for.

It's always easier when you're holding his hand.

During the time he grows somewhat used to the more constant presence of the others.

Zayne seems to fall back into old habits, of taking care of his childhood friends, though you often now sit him down to make him tea, instead. It doesn't stop him asking questions, 'Are you alright', 'where does it hurt most', 'do you need anything?'. The guilt at how he'd reacted to Zayne on their reunion bites at him most when he sees real warm concern in the man's eyes.

He's been offered snacks by Xavier, while he sits through tests. While it had never crossed his mind to question the safety of them, it was odd being offered the kindness. He isn't sure when he last was.

Rafayel mostly pokes his head in to snipe at Sylus as he works, and occasionally comments on Caleb's 'really bad poker face', as he tries not to respond to the taunt. He always comes with some water though, shoving the glass into Caleb's available hand, and then leaving.

Sylus' idea of comfort is singing while he works, and Caleb often wants to remind the man that doesn't comfort anyone but himself. You sometimes join in though, and he bites back the retort. It's not that out of tune, anyway.

He finds himself face to face with a lot of things, he doesn't feel he has the capacity to process in these moments. Pushing them down to deal with when the agony isn't great, and he's tired after long days.

On the day they finally finish, he feels as though he wants to sleep for weeks afterwards. He's drained and worn and though the tests and the refittings had been nothing as bad as under EVER's hand, it is tiring nonetheless to be changed.

Despite himself, however, he is glad for the careful hands. Though he would never admit this too loud to them.

When Xavier and Sylus step back, putting tools down and do one last check over with the screen next to them. You sit nearby, your leg shaking up and down as you wait, none too patiently.

He's seen you like this before, excited, nervous and stressed. Waiting and waiting and waiting. All the energy built up, ready to be released.

He can't say he doesn't feel the same.

"Ready?"

He nods, but he cannot make himself speak. He's waiting for this moment for too long. When the electronic voice rings out with 'rebooting', he doesn't feel anything. No change, no adjustment, his arm doesn't feel any different.

There's a drop in his stomach, like he's waiting for the realisation that it's failed, that nothing can help, that he'll never feel like anything but a robotic tool for EVER again-

Then there's warmth, as a hand slides into his, squeezing.

His heart jumps, and his throat becomes impossibly tight. Eyes moving to where your hand is inside of his. He can feel the pressure, and as he goes to squeeze, he has to remind himself to be careful, because you're flesh and blood. Warm skin, soft and real against his metal.

You're familiar and you're warm and you're there.

And he can feel you. The weight and the reality.

You wrap your metal arm around him to pull him closer and he cannot release your hand no matter what, because he finally, finally, finally, feels you. Careful cool fingers wipe the tears spilling from his eyes, as you hold him, smiling against his cheek as you pull him as close as you can, as he hiccups.

When he finally releases your hand, it's only so he can run his fingers over every part of you, letting you adjust yourself onto his lap, so that he can run fingers through your hair, over your cheek, your nose, across your lips. When you part them, to exhale, the gust against his hand makes his shoulders jump.

So he places his hand around the back of your neck, and kisses you. Salted tears and gasping desperation, as he traverses metal over the column of your throat, absent through the air he's stealing out of your lungs. Over your arms, that steady yourself around him, over your ribs, feeling every dip and every roll, he squeezes at your thighs to feel the weight in his hands, and gasps. Pulling away only because he needs to, as he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

You run fingers through the back of his hair, over his neck, as he tries to stop shaking. To stop shuddering at all the feeling of you in his arm, your skin against his hand. It's overwhelming and too much, and everything, but never enough. Like his brain could short circuit and he'd die in bliss.

Like he finally found everything he wanted again.

Like he feels whole.

He's acutely aware for the audience, as he sits overwhelmed on the table, so wrapped around you, he doesn't want to ever be two separate people again, and this time when he looks at his metal arm. Where his hand rests on your skin, where he can feel you alive and under his touch, where he sees the flesh give under his grip and can feel it once more.

Maybe he understands why you love to have yours painted.

Maybe he thinks about how he'll let Rafayel paint his own, if he wants.

Maybe he chokes out a thank you to the people he isn't sure he hates anymore.

Maybe you've led him back home once more.

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hyp3rfixation-h3ll · 4 days ago

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me and raven rn (SORRY FOR TRAUMADUMPING. I'LL DO IT AGAIN. DO YOU WANT A MILKSHAKE OR SOMETHING AS COMPENSATION)

alright. (cracks knuckles) buckle in everybunny im about to take you all on a journey. ummm. cw/tw for mentions of grooming and (sexual) abuse 😭😭 You see Perry the Platypus , my story goes back to January of 2024 when i met this absolutely treacherous cunt who i will refer to as L because my other abuser is named M and they both liked Mario. I was 18, L was 20 and M was 23. (already off to a bad start it gets worse trust me) (L uses she/her M uses they/it I use it/bun, it should also be noted that I am a monoconscious system that fluctuates between identities and i am VERY heavily attached to my source(s).) I was already being groomed by M (they had known me since I was 13 btw) but they ditched me to go hang out with their Actual partner at the time so I eventually wound up meeting L on tumblr thru a sideblog of hers, and then she basically cohered me into a relationship w her... And then I introduced her to M. And then it started. For the next 9 months, I was yelled at, abused, made to be their little lapdog, etc etc. Any digital mental conditioning you can think of, they did it. They stripped me of my identity as a queer person and reduced me down to a plaything. And one of the only good memories I have of spending time with them was L introducing me to TOME, and then proceeding to be SUPER GATEKEEPY about it. We got up to maybe Right Before the Gemini Tournament and then we stopped watching. And then finally, in September, I wisened the fuck up because of my folks, and basically ran them both off the internet. (L still is on tumblr and while I think we've blocked each other I am still willing to give out her user because she 1. quite literally sided with my groomer and 2. said i was responsible for and instigated My Own Abuse at the hands of BOTH OF THEM. she's a liar through and through) Because of all of this trauma I do not remember like anything from that year. You could tell me the world ended in Feb of last year and I'd go "what??? really???" . But the One Thing I remembered was that she had shown me TOME. and I remembered the name Lavendera. And it HAUNTED me. for Months After. I moved on in that time. I have new partners, I have a qpp, but in the time it took for me to get here I never forgot. And one night, because the feeling of "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE NAME OF THAT SHOW" got too strong for me to ignore I looked it up on my smart tv. I found it. And I watched it all and introduced it to my friends and loved ones Out of pure white hot Blinding hatred for L. She took everything from me. My freedom, my ability to emotionally connect earnestly with people without fear, my enjoyment for the things I loved, my security, my ability to sleep. So, out of spite, I got into TOME. I studied everything. And I enjoyed it. I shared it with people. She fucked around, found out, and forgot, or perhaps even chose to disregard my warnings, that I am a spiteful, loathing person. That if she hurt me, no matter how far she ran, no matter how many times she'd try to beat me down, that I'd come back. And I'd ruin everything she ever enjoyed by earnestly liking them. So fast forward to now, I'm a Kirbopher introject who is in a situationship w a Nyelocke and I'm incapable of hearing chiptune vgm without thinking of TOME. alpha i miss u come back graaagh I hope my story isnt like. too insane to post. i want others to know how unhinged i am truthfully bc 1. its funny and 2. its a threat. i am a petty, unforgiving cunt. I know this. im just coming to you to confess because I didn't do anything WRONG but this story is far too funny to stay in the drafts imo . but yeh thats how i got into TOME i hope you enjoyed story time with kirbo

well damn. that is... certainly a backstory bkjlkhjlk

unfortunately the correlation of liking tome and being a piece of shit tends to be a pretty decent overlap lol i have also been the recipient and often mediator/onlooker of many other people who were like that back in the day so it's a damn shame people like that are still out there

i'm very glad that you got out of that though and turned it into something you identify with and feel proud of! that's pretty dang cool and shows the power of pure unrelenting spite

#abuse tw #grooming tw #long post #i expected a backstory but not a Manuscript lol #glad you're doing a lot better now kirb :3 #<- prev tags #im doin great tbh im happy you all like me so much here. i didnt think i'd get this far....#im always a little paranoid that she'll find out and get pissy and start talking shit (which is why i dont tomepost that often)#i have . receipts of her doing The Behavior I Mentioned and i can pull them up at any time if i so find it fit to.#what is a god to a king. what is a king to a nonbeliever. what is a nonbeliever to AM from IHNMAIMS' child #HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH IVE COME TO FUCKING HATE [L] SINCE IVE BECOME TO LIVE!!!!!!!!!#ok but seriously ty for listening. i wanted to get it off my chest but it didnt feel right to make it a text post by itself.#i felt the need to like. tell Someone. i guess. i just didnt know Who but i remember you being very nice from what i saw while compulsively #lurking thru the tome tag #so . shrug #im also worried people will think my . i guess behavior is concerning??? im about as mentally stable as someone who's been #repeatedly mistreated as a teenager by people older than me can Be #im just very neurotic and unmedicated . those r like my 2 issues #im also kirbopher from terrain of magical expertise which i suppose would let you know the first 2 things but meh #urmm. idk what else to add here oops.#raven i will compensate you via art of your sona. i am like 95% sure this was not on ur bingo card to read today #it also makes me really happy when people call me kirb. agh. sniffle. weeps.#im gonna go listen to edm and yearn for both my actual irl polycule and my fictional others because i f/o like all of the other tome mcs #im cooked. /silly

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ford-ftm-150 · 1 year ago

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Polycule Yearning Time:

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

#polycule yearning time #polycule #polyamorous #polyamory #polyam #polyam yearning #queer yearning #queerplatonic #queerplatonic yearning #qpr yearning

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omgfangirlland · 1 month ago

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Part 3 of fanfic writer/fan art drawer reader.. What do you think is the reaction of other villains to the fanfics? I feel like since reader already wrote fanfics of the batfams.. She'd include the people that knows them.. Like Superman x Lex Luther or Batman x Superman x Lex Luther.. Basically, stuff like that..

I want to know the reaction of the villains and their opinion of reader. (We already know that joker likes reader)

-🔱

I hear your Lex x Superman, and I raise you, Omega!Batman x Alpha!Penguin (I'm already laughing, can't see the screen from the tears btw.)

We're talking about this part one and this part two it's just crack. Pure fun.

Ok- first, Lexy- I think he's the type of person that by 10 pm he's dead to the world, not counting events and the few times he wakes up and needs to complete his weekly scheming, so, at 3 am on the clock, he wakes up sweating full of dread as he remembers that ONE time a student of some university he spoke at asked about him being in love with Superman.

The reason he gave? A specific fic written by one jokergagglingbatsballs35, where they go into detail on how his obsessive tendency of fighting Superman is clearly just the same yearning that Joker has for Batman. If he wasn't busy with the constant PR problems and his plans against Superman, he would have found you before the Joker. In the end, he doesn't, but the event still haunts him.

On the other hand, Superman is just digging their holes tbh. "Oh, we used to be friends, actually." and "I wish we still were," and xyz is just making the people who read the fanfics think that jokergagglingbatsballs35 is a 40 years old psychologist who sees right through everyone and just found a way to call it what it is without being sued.

Harley, if asked, she'll lie to your face, but she is the biggest Batman x Joker shipper as a guilty pleasure (she wants to see Joker being thrown around like a ragdoll) but her favorites are the Catwoman x Ivy x Harley fics batsis writes.

Selina and Pamela don't really care, but Selina has read one fanfiction regarding Batsy x Joker you wrote and had to put her phone down because from 8 pm it turned into 9 am and she had to reconsider her life choices.

You'd never write the sirens x Batman because you respect the girlies too much and don't think your father is capable of a stable relationship with one of them, let alone a polycule. BUT you do write Bruce Wayne x Two-Face.

Harvey doesn't care, he's heard his men whisper about it, but he brushes it off as something bored teens do to stir drama(which, he is right about).

Now, you've written exactly one Penguin x Batman, Omegaverse, Angst No Comfort, Major Character Death, and after you finished it, you had to take a week break for your mental health.

Cobblepot knows. He's read it out of morbid curiosity and has learned terms he wishes he hadn't. He's impressed and terrified and has buried the knowledge deep in the back of his mind. Now, every time Joker is mentioned, he shivers or twitches.

There's no way Waylon or Bundy know what is going on the internet, or what the internet is, respectively, and you honestly ship them with therapy.

...

John Constantine follows you on every social media and leaves likes on every x John Constantine you write, almost shed a tear on the King Shark x him, enemies to lovers to enemies you wrote. He also reads the Batman x Joker ones when Bruce annoys him.

Slade only knows about you because one of your edits ended up on the news, and he almost choked on the Chinese takeout he was eating. He doesn't care that much, but if those edits of him being the badass turn into a fail compilation of him tripping over his feet while walking, he'll have a bone to pick.

Jason has a mental breakdown when Red Hood starts being tagged into your Red Hood x Joker fic, and stupidly tries to go to you for comfort, only to be told to grow up.

If a Robin/Nightwing x Slade fic got popular, not yours specifically, any in general, Dick is puting Jason's breakdown to shame- he will cry and then try to go out for a "talk" after he finds who wrote it.

Speaking of- I mentioned how Cassandra already knows, the second to know is Duke. He's in denial. Steph knows because Cass was sloppy one day after you were "kidnapped" by Joker and it slipped her tongue. It was all the blonde needed to jump from the "yeah, that's fucked up" boat into the "this the best shit ever" boat.

Damian, Barbara, and Alfred are "too old"™️for such childish things. Alfred knows. He knew as soon as he found you furiously typing away on your laptop, and all you could say was "Omegaverse penguin x batman".

Dick, Jason, and Bruce find out at the same time, but by that time you're already in metropolis and planning to change your name and buy a little house in the country side somewhere.

I, however, feel batsis has bad luck, and someone would notice her and question it- maybe a Super being like "heyyy... You look oddly familiar. Have I seen you anywhere?" And batsis is just smiling and sweating bullets as she tries to keep her heart in check, knowing damn well they've met at a gala or in the batcave. "Nope."

#🔱 anon #anon ask #neglected reader #fem!reader #female!reader #crack fic #batfam x neglected reader

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joenhead · 1 year ago

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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.

#not another dnd podcast #naddpod #naddpod fanart #naddpod campaign 3 #duck team #ducklycule #sol bufo #calliope petrichor #calder kilde #not pictures properly but they’re all wearing track jackets callie’s is just tied around her waist #anyways they love him a lot they truly believe they’ve bagged the baddest bitch on the market #and theyre right

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jokobub · 6 months ago

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I started working on this btw I’m gonna have it beta-read and post it on AO3 here soon >:3c

You guys would not BELIEVE the Malon x Link x Ruto poly fanfiction complete with Malon x Ruto metamours-to-lovers side plot I am churning in my head on the clock rn.

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butterflydm · 4 months ago

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WoT 3x01-3x03

Spoilers below through 3x03 of the Wheel of Time series! Book spoilers through... Winter's Heart. Let's say Winter's Heart.

I'm going to rewatch the episodes this weekend and post about them individually this weekend, so these are just more my off-the-cuff responses to the first three episodes. Short and fast, with more to come either tomorrow or this weekend.

I also might not be remembering what happened in which episode. I'll have it clear after my rewatch!

3x01

Still loved this episode on a rewatch. Someone mentioned that Lanfear cut her hair short IRL too and I clocked that this time. But it's especially creepy when she's with Rand in TAR because it really makes her hair look so much like Egwene's.

The interaction between Siuan & Moiraine was so good and I loved their yearning towards each other. Excellent yearning.

Okay, went into this episode already knowing that Avilayne would hook up at the end, so I can put my thoughts about that into more context.

Overall, after rewatching, my feeling is that I feel like this happening so quickly is more about meta reasons than 'flowing naturally from the show' reasons (Elayne's "Finally" especially feels like it's more directed at book fans who have been longing for canon Avilayne for years than it is about the situation she's actually in for the show, since we've never seen Elayne & Aviendha interact before this episode) but I can understand that, given the state of television production, and since they were initially only renewed for 3 seasons at the outset -- Rafe wanting to get the Avilayne portion of the polycule set up makes a lot of sense. I understand but... I miss their canon dynamic and how it felt like that would lead naturally into a slowburn romance.

So, will a part of me still be a little sad that we don't get the slowburn Avilayne of my dreams? Probably. Because hooking up first changes the vibe, even if we end up getting some or even most of their book scenes in the future. So. That's kinda where my feelings are. I understand why people are so happy to get it canonized right away but I'm sad that the version of the ship getting together that I personally would have enjoyed most isn't going to happen.

I will have to pin my slowburn hopes on the Avirand and/or Randlayne subpairings of the polycule instead!

Because, once again, I was struck by how pitch-perfect both the Randlayne and Avirand interactions were in this episode.

3x02

Morgase is ruthless! The episode did a great job setting up the royal family and the heavy expectations. We see Elayne struggle with them and then declare her own path. Really looking forward to digging into all that when I rewatch.

They swerved me hard in this episode, held back on Mat's duel with the princes until the next episode!

I really liked Mat's interactions with Siuan and Min.

Elayne got rushed through the Arches without us getting to see it but that's true in the books too and we got a very good look into her interactions with her family, so I'm okay with the trade.

And we saw how incredibly shiver-worthy good Rahvin is at Compulsion. Holy shit. And there's no male channelers around, so no one to spot his weaves! The way everyone just remembered him and how beloved he was and how natural his dynamics with everyone felt!

We got a Semirhage namedrop in the Forsaken meeting, so that means Demandred has been cut. And it looks like Rahvin has set himself up as the center of three different alliances -- this one with Lanfear & Sammael, his meetings with Graendal & Semirhage, and he's also the only one aware that Moghedien was watching.

The pacing of the show is faster in some plotlines than I was expecting and slower in others. It always surprises me!

3x03

The show swerved me again on Mat! So we got a viewing about him going into the doorway and getting hanged but he did NOT go into the doorway in Tar Valon! It was foreshadowing!

I like how they're riding this interesting line with Min (Min is so much more interesting in the show than I ever found her in the books). And it is fascinating how Min and Mat talked around Rand in their conversations and did not bring him up. Sometimes an absence is louder than a presence.

The fight with Galad and Gawyn was good - haha, I'm sad that Elayne didn't see it, but it was an important moment for Mat & Nynaeve's friendship, so I get it.

Overall, really loving everyone's development. My thoughts are really hard to contain to the individual episodes right now, so I'm looking forward to watching them one at a time and setting out my thoughts properly.

Rand's stuff with Lanfear I am finding more interesting than his scenes with Egwene, but I know a lot of that is just that I am, unfortunately, constantly just having that feeling of "oh wow, they're still together, wow" about Randgwene, and a lot of that does come from my book knowledge, I know. That's really a place where I'm interested to see what non-book readers feel about their scenes, because it is very hard to disentangle my book knowledge.

Interesting to me that Lanfear & Rand are currently meeting in Cairhien (in TAR), given what we saw in the trailer with them in the Two Rivers. And she's, once again, so much better at making a pitch than she was in the books. Because this is the offer than she makes in the books to Rand -- that together, along with the most powerful sa'angreal in the world, they can defeat the Dark One.

I'm not sure how much time passed between eps 1 & 2. Not sure they gave us a direct time, just that it was enough that the hall was somewhat repaired, though there was still some damage that Elaida noticed.

Elaida was great! I loved her interactions with everyone that we saw her with. Looking forward to digging into that more when it isn't 4am and I am not exhausted, lol.

Faile's introduction was good. I can see why she disarmed Perrin. Oh! The moment when the Two Rivers people refuse Perrin's offer to turn himself in to the Whitecloaks! Very good!

I love Bain & Chiad flirting with Loial.

Alanna and Maksim made my heart hurt. Alanna's talk with Perrin was very good. I do... the fact that Alanna is managing to keep herself relatively level now does make me feel like it's even more likely that Maksim is going to die, to send her off that balance and push her into the actions that she takes in the books.

There's so much to think about and I am very tired, lol.

We saw Liandrin in Tanchico a lot sooner than I expected and we moved pretty quick on the reveal that they're looking for a male a'dam.

I feel like I'm forgetting so many things.

Well, I will sleep and see what I remember in the morning!

I had a chance to listen to the soundtrack before the episodes dropped (they let me start listening at 11pm my time!). I only had a chance to listen to them through once before it was time for the show, so no in-depth thoughts.

On first listen, Rand's theme is my favorite of the new songs. <3 <3 Looking forward to reading the translation of the Old Tongue. I think I picked out "saidin" at few times. Elaida's was my second favorite, though "Bring the Dawn" was pretty gorgeous too.

And "The Hills of Tanchico" is the one with Ceara singing! She sounds nice! I wonder how much of this we'll get to hear in the show. <3

I am not the music expert (looks at @markantonys) but I am pretty interested at poking at the lyrics when I have a chance and analysing them!

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kidneybones · 4 months ago

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My thoughts on sonamy, shadamy, sonadow that No one asked for

I do like Sonamy when it's done with genuine respect and that deep feeling of love for each other. They've been through it all and stuck up for each other. I really like Amy's new outlook on spreading love to the world, by being herself and the most supportive friend you know. And having that replace the overbearing obsession personality they made her have for like, too long. And Sonic now shows and even voices how he respects and even admires her. No longer actively avoiding her when their paths cross. When I see them shipped that's what I like to see.

Ok anyway they wouldn't be my preferred ship anyway. In like a totally fandom/fanfiction way their ideals on relationships just don't match. Sonic is not going to slow down even for Amy, and I just don't like versions of her that will "wait for him". She deserves better!! 😭😭😭 She deserves the love and attention she yearns and I can only imagine neither of them betraying their ideals like that. So... Sonamy.... Very cute but not the best and wouldnt last.

Now when you have Shadow. Here's the thing. I see him as truly, undoubtedly, able to be in either situation.

With Sonic, Shadow is the only person that would ever be able to keep up with him. And have no need to "slow down". In the version where he loves Sonic I don't even think he'd have that thought . Why would he. They are perfectly able to be free together. The witty banter, the competitiveness, the one upping. Just their way of flirting and showing love.

And if it's Amy he's in love with, Shadow is 💯% able and willing to stay in place just for her. He can't believe someone has that genuine kindness, along with her fierceness when she's ready to bring it on! Amy could be her loving self, and Shadow would take it all in. Her ability to be compassionate and understanding, we know are traits Shadow admires the way we know he is able to stay by someone's side. I can see Amy so happy with someone she can spend time with, share her hobbies with, and gets along with so well. She already sees the side of Shadow many people don't, even when he's trying to hide it. But the way his walls can fall just around her I just know they could find love and happiness together.

I hope you can tell my bias and I absolutely have 0 expectations of any Shadamy and Sonadow actual cannon happening. This is like, specifically what these ships would be like in the stage play my brain makes up.

And of course, you can't leave out polycule shipping. Personally it's not a ship I have specific interests in, but the ensuing hijinks that come from it are so sweet/hilarious I openly welcome seeing.

#amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonamy #sonadow #shadamy

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rawmeknockout · 6 months ago

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brainstorm and perceptor finally allowing pining! Reader into their polycule, as a treat..

Perceptor likes you too much to leave you dangling. He’s not like his conjunx: happy to lead you on for the sake of his own ego, only occasionally sparing a thought for how you might feel long term. Brainstorm is many things: a genius inventor, dedicated to a fault, persistent in the face of the impossible. Sensitive is not one of his many qualities. As the only level-headed one in the relationship, he tries to steer Brainstorm by his loose ethics away from seeing you as something to experiment with. There are guidelines in relationships, as in science, for a reason.

You’re cute and kind, a bright spot among the crew, and while he may be somewhat emotionally repressed, Perceptor can see your affections miles away without a scope. You’re clearly yearning fiercely for the both of them, and while Perceptor is flattered he has a hard enough time maintaining a relationship with someone as volatile as Brainstorm. He’s well-aware he would have a hard time juggling two partners, two people to keep pleased. Primus forbid Brainstorm start to think Perceptor favors you over him. Something catastrophic could happen.

He doesn’t appreciate how Brainstorm dangles love and affection in front of your face like a treat to be earned. For such a loving and attentive conjunx, he is unexpectedly cruel to your spark. Perhaps it’s his want of endless adoration that makes him so callous, and while Perceptor can’t rationalize it, he does understand to an extent. You are so openly and obviously in love, it is flattering in a way Perceptor isn’t used to. He supposes Brainstorm isn’t used to it, either. There’s copious mechs who will praise their inventions and their quick thinking, not so many turn their attention to the scientists themselves other than to marvel over how intelligent a processor they must each possess. It’s nice to think that he is seen and still wanted.

That doesn’t excuse Brainstorm’s unkindness disguised as reciprocation.

Perceptor doesn’t want to use you or hurt you. If circumstances were different, perhaps you two could be good friends. It must be this buried softness for you that allows Brainstorm to talk his partner into inviting you into their berth “just this once”, but Perceptor knows it would have happened anyway. Brainstorm is just that persistent and stubbornly dedicated to his own machinations. Willing to pester Perceptor for eternity if it meant he got what he wanted.

You look heavenly down between his thighs, your lips moulded to his node as your digits thrust into his valve slit at a feverish pace. If he wasn’t close from how you suckle and lick at his node, or the near frenzied pace at which you fill him, he would be from the lovestruck look in your optics. You’re positively darling, intently watching his mouth gape around his moans. He’s much more focused on the look your giving him, soft and loving, as opposed to how enthusiastically Brainstorm fucks into you from behind.

And already Perceptor is loath to think that “just this once” was Brainstorm’s biggest lie to date. How could he give this up? You’re eager to please and filled with so much naked adoration, unafraid to let Perceptor see you for how you really feel. His hips buck and writhe uninhibited against your digits, trying to suck them in each time you pull them away. He wants to beg for your spike already, or your glossa to curl and fuck into his valve, but he can’t get the words passed the moaning in his vocalizer. You don’t try to tame his wriggling, squirming body, happy to follow him whichever way he pleased. A small bit of him is worried he’ll knock your nasal ridge back into your helm if he’s too rough, but his servos hurriedly clutch your helm to keep your mouth pressed to his node. He can’t even get a warning out before his overload shakes through his frame, back arching and body fighting to move away and then towards you. Pulled by the pleasure just as it’s repelled by the intensity of it.

As if reading his very processor you don’t stop or pull away, only slowing the thrusting of your fingers to a gentle pace, happy to help him chase as many overloads as he would let you wring from him. Something warm, that has nothing to do with the tickling bubble of pleasure in his system, settles comfortably in Percy’s spark. A feeling he hasn’t always been so familiar with.

Perceptor’s attention is pulled, just briefly, to Brainstorm wearing the smuggest grin his conjunx has ever seen. Indignantly, Percy stores the revelation of Brainstorm’s actual plan for later. When he can give his partner a thorough tongue-lashing in private.

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