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polyamorouspunk · 1 year ago
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Why Don’t We Love The New Polyamory Flag?
I’m going to keep this brief because no one needs a lecture.
It was claimed that “polyamorous people voted” and this was “the word of the community” and yet no one seemed to know this vote existed or was taking place?
In the argument of “well this one is better on the eyes” there have already been designs keeping the original themes that solve that issue.
It removes some of the history attached to the original flag, history that no one seems to care about anymore. Even if you think that the pi symbol is stupid, there have been versions made with the infinity heart, a universally recognized symbol of polyamory.
The flag is very hard to recreate in many designs. As someone who makes pride bracelets, it’s very easy to recognize the blue, red, and black. This flag is harder to recreate.
It’s been said that the colors are easily mixed up with the bisexual flag or the androgynous flag, and removes that iconic individuality that the polyam flag colors have.
This isn’t me saying it’s ugly or that criticisms of the original flag aren’t valid. I’m not here to point fingers and say that it’s “problematic” and that “we need to stop using it”. I’m not even here to cry about how annoying it is that everyone calls the original flag ugly when someone of us actually like it and how tiring that negativity gets to be to hear a piece of art you like trashed. I’m simply here to say that this is NOT the new universal flag, and according to a poll *I* put out on tumblr, 60% of people reject the new flag. What you have is two camps of people, one camp that voted this new flag into existence as the majority of people in some mysterious poll and those who support this decision, and another group that has worked to keep the original flag in tact and/or has an issue with the unconventional design of the new one. At least here on tumblr you’ll find a lot of the big polyamory blogs like @polyamorouscultureis @polyamoryfacts @polyamorousmood @polyshipprompts @polyamory4life @polyamory-ponderings @polyamory-place @polyamory-imagines and so many more still using some version of the original flag. It’s not going anywhere, and I wish people would stop acting like we all threw it in the garbage.
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leastdepressedomorifan · 10 months ago
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saiki/everyone where teruhashi has a calendar with everyones birth days and other important events and kusuo being the tsundere he is acts like he doesnt care about it but sometimes if kokomi wakes up fast enough she'll catch him looking at the calendar before teleporting away also them owning a very large house for all of them in college thanks to saikos money and theyve all put unique spins on their separate rooms like arens being filled with punk memorabilia and motorcycle parts also thanks to polyshipprompts for the prompts because my brain is rattling with many ideas ogs are https://www.tumblr.com/polyshipprompts/648373179726839808/so-a-buys-a-calendar-and-writes-all-the-important?source=share and https://www.tumblr.com/polyshipprompts/648101387568332801/so-totally-not-based-on-personal-experience-or?source=share
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ashleybenlove · 5 years ago
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Title: Tabloids
Prompt: imagine person a of your polyship is a celebrity, and the paparazzi’s caught pics of them with their different partners
a lot of tabloids write articles about how a is cheating with multiple individuals until a comes forward on their own to clarify that they’re polyamorous, and all their partners know about (and are dating) each other, too
Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon
Pairing: Hiccup/Astrid/Fishlegs/Snotlout/Ruffnut/Tuffnut (polyamorous gang)
Word Count: 1366
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Slurs, commentary on the media/paparazzi
Disclaimer: I don’t own the source material in this fanfic. That’s to whatever company or person owns it. I would never claim to own it.
Notes: There are probable influences from fandom and whatnot in this story. This was written for @polyshipprompts’ polyship week. I used the following prompt which is reprinted above. This story is a modern AU and it is loosely based off of my experiences of playing The Sims 4 with the Dragon Riders. My tag for that is ashleybenlove Sims the Dragon Riders. This is also on AO3.
And it is under the read more.
     Astrid growled. Just going to the supermarket to buy groceries meant she was confronted with the tabloid fodder that was currently proclaiming how she was cheating on one of her partners with four other people. Right there, as she was trying to check out. What trash! Not wanting to take it out on the retail clerk who had nothing to do with the tabloid’s contents, Astrid took a deep breath before she completed her transaction.
 It bothered her immensely to see those telephoto shots of her on a date with one of her partners, or kissing them, and then seeing a headline that said, “Trouble in Paradise?” or “Astrid Cheats Repeatedly!!!” or “Astrid Has Multiple Affairs!” or some other version of a clickbait title except with magazines.
 Maybe she should have Fishlegs shop for groceries. He was fantastic at this sort of thing.
 She could have stayed at home, cuddling with some of them. It was much preferable than being confronted by incredibly judgmental and highly inaccurate nonsense.
 At least all her partners knew it was garbage.  
 They knew the truth, and ultimately, that was most important.
 But… ugh, she didn’t want to be seen as a cheater, because it was categorically wrong.
 Plus, as a celebrity, she had to maintain a certain reputation, and unfortunately, she was beholden to public opinion in the way that only famous people are. And given that she used multiple social media accounts, she had to deal with that as well.
 She was currently ignoring her social media accounts.
      “How was grocery shopping?” Fishlegs asked, later, as everyone worked to get their groceries put away.
 “Fine. It would have been great except for tabloids!” Astrid exclaimed. “You were right, you should have gone instead.”
 “I don’t take pleasure in being right about that,” Fishlegs said.
 She probably would have kissed him or he probably would have kissed her if they didn’t have bags full of groceries in their arms.
 “You didn’t run into any paparazzi?” Hiccup asked, putting away various canned food items.
 “I’d be happy to punch some for you,” Snotlout said, sticking various frozen meat items in the freezer.
 “Same!” Ruffnut exclaimed. “I’m always willing to fight paparazzi.”
 “Yes, I certainly saw some inside and outside the store, but I don’t think it’d be good publicity if my partners fought the paparazzi,” Astrid said. She released a sigh.
 “We could always flip the bird on our dates,” Ruffnut said.
 “Flipping the bird!” Tuffnut exclaimed.
 “Or yell at Internet commenters,” Snotlout said.
 “Oh, let me guess, the Internet’s talking about my love life too?” Astrid said. She growled. She did not want to deal with that. Far too overwhelming. The Internet could be overwhelming for anyone, but for a famous person? Even more so.
 Once the groceries were put away, Astrid sat on their lovely large couch, and was surrounded by her partners.
 Astrid sighed happily, snuggling close to them. She felt calm and safe and her worries drifted away.
 This was short-lived.
      Whoops.
 Checking her email was not fun. Ugh.
 She didn’t want to deal with this.
 She was tired of the assumption of cheating.
 And the way people treated women who they assumed were cheating really made her furious.
 She yelled at her computer.
 She wanted to take her computer mouse and throw it at the wall, letting it shatter—
 “Astrid, Internet blackout, remember!” Fishlegs shouted from another room.
 “They’re being misogynistic!” she exclaimed. “And they’re wrong!”
 A few moments later, Fishlegs entered the room she was in, and gently moved his hand to indicate to come with him.
 “Let’s go meditate, hmm?” Fishlegs asked in a calming, soothing voice.
 “I don’t want to meditate; I want to yell at people on the Internet!” Astrid exclaimed.
 “That’s not gonna help, you know that?” Fishlegs said softly. “Come on, we’ll all meditate together. It’ll be nice and soothing.”
 And it was.
 And it provided help to her situation because she realized she had a simple solution to it.
 Considering that she lived in a world where celebrities, such as herself, had social media accounts where they could sound off on their topic of choice, usually to promote their work and to interact with fans.
 She could easily just… come out with the actual truth, instead of letting the tabloids say whatever they want. She was allowed to do that. She would talk to her partners about it first, obviously. Just to make sure no one was outed without their consent.
 Thus, while they were relaxing together, she said, “So, I’ve been thinking about this whole… the tabloids and such think I’m a cheating whore situation.”
 There was definite negative reaction to the slur.
 “Yes, I know they’re misogynist jerks,” Astrid said. “Moving on. I think the best course of action would be if I released a statement, written or video, that is me saying: actually, I am a polyamorous person, and those five people? They’re all my partners. It’s all above-board, they all know about each other, and are dating each other as well. The twins are not dating each other, obvi, blah blah blah.”
 She saw Hiccup in particular nod in response, clearly thinking it made sense. Fishlegs looked to be thinking.
 “I won’t do it unless you all agree,” Astrid said.
 “No pressure,” Ruffnut said, in a teasing, joking tone. She paused and then added, “But all joking aside, I agree with you doing that.”
 “Same, actually,” Tuffnut said.
 “Yeah,” Snotlout said. “Do it.”
 “It’s bothering you, I think it might make you feel better, so I think you should do it,” Fishlegs said. He looked over to Hiccup.
 They all did.
 “I have no problems with it. You should do it. And I definitely agree with Fishlegs. It might make you feel better,” Hiccup said.
 “And I think we’re all in agreement that we want you to feel better,” Fishlegs said. He smiled at her.
 They all smiled at her, in that way that made her feel so loved five times over.
       As a result, Astrid took some time to write out a statement. The statement was meant to be a statement that could be used with or without a video complement. Whilst she definitely had some strong opinions about the media and the press (especially paparazzi), she avoided spending much time on addressing them, since their behavior was generally unlikely to change. She already had a good idea of the media’s response.
 “Astrid Hofferson Breaks Silence!”
 They did that a lot. Especially in the wake of celebrity deaths and responses of celebrities to that death.
 Once she had prepared a statement that she felt was satisfactory she had her partners read it so they could give her any feedback they might have had.
 And once she was fully satisfied with that statement, she set it aside and put it where she could reference it while she made a video.
 “A lot has been written recently about my romantic life. Which, despite the fact that I am a very famous person, I still have a right to privacy. But I still would like to clarify some things, as what has been written is wrong. So, those five people I’ve been seen kissing in paparazzi photos? Those are all my romantic partners. My name is Astrid Hofferson and I am polyamorous. These five people all know about each other, and with the exception of the set of twins I am dating, also date each other. So that’s about the sum of that.”
 Included in her statement was a brief description of polyamory from the Internet, complete with a source so that people who didn’t really understand it could do research on their own. In addition to that, she had hired a professional photographer to take some great photographs of her and her partners, together, smiling and happy. The main purpose of the photo session was to share pictures of her partners and herself on her social media platforms but the gang was incredibly happy and excited with the work the photographer did, that they made sure to get framed versions of the photos to hang in their home and digital versions to keep in their phones.
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nuka-zombie-archive · 6 years ago
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“What do stars do?
They shine.“
(for @polyshipprompts poly shipping week’s 4th day, with the theme being “AU”, and here I present you the three fools in: Stardust AU (aka self-indulgent au to the Max);
Wren, of course, belongs to @doubleexposureofacalmbadger )
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darlingamidala · 6 years ago
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*shows up to polyship week (@polyshipprompts​) a day late with fluff*
prompt: Person B and person C have the same hobby. Person A feels left out so B and C decide to show them their precious hobby so A won’t feel lonely anymore.
summary: Obi-wan and Anakin give Padme some basic lightsaber training
read here on ao3 or under the cut!
Padme’s hand wrapped around the lightsaber, weighing it carefully. She had held Anakin’s before (and had been stuck carrying it in her sleeve for hours while being held hostage by a bounty hunter), and she knew that they were heavier than they looked.
She took a moment to feel the weight of Obi-wan’s saber, his life in her hands, turning it over and admiring the craftsmanship. He wasn’t the mechanical genius that Anakin was, but his lightsaber was beautifully made.
“Turn it on,” Obi-wan prompted gently. Padme felt around for the button, and the blade sprang to life, casting its familiar blue glow about the room. Anakin ignited his blade a moment later, standing patiently to the side and watching them.
Obi-wan stepped behind her, and she felt his arms come around her, hands folding over hers to correct her grip.
“Perfect,” he said. “There’s a good two-handed grip, and then to hold it one handed...” He moves her left hand off of the hilt, and held the saber with his left as he guided her right hand into place with the other. “There, like that. Can you feel how it’s balanced in your hand?”
“I think so.” She was pretty sure she did. It was very different from a blaster, but she thought it felt like how it was probably supposed to.
Anakin nodded approvingly, his eyes shining with excitement at sharing this with Padme. Obi-wan pressed a kiss to her cheek before taking a couple of steps back to give her room.
“Alright,” said Anakin, stepping one foot back into a ready stance. “Here’s how you want to stand: one foot back, knees bent, saber up.”
Padme mirrored him, returning her hands to the two handed grip, sliding her right foot back and keeping her knees buoyant. Her expression was serious and focused. She glanced up at him when she thought she had it right.
“You’re legs are too straight,” Obi-wan commented from behind her. “It’s a bit more of a crouch.”
Anakin frowned. “Obi-wan,” he complained, his voice tone somewhere between scolding and whining. “Don’t nitpick, she’s doing fine.”
“It’s fine, Ani,” Padme said, diligently following Obi-wan’s instructions. “I want to be perfect.”
“You don’t need to be perfect,” Obi-wan assured her, at the same time as Anakin said, “You are perfect.”
Padme couldn’t help but laugh, lowering the blade. Her adorable, sappy boys. “Gods, I love you both,” she said, still grinning. They both laughed along with her.
“Alright,” she said, lowering back into the stance, “show me what to do next.”
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darkicedragon · 2 years ago
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M-21 would hide it, Tao would instantly be moaning and wanting comforted, Takeo probablt helps the others until he also just falls over
imagine your polyship living apart. person a gets sick and tries their best to hide it but their partners all find out and come over to a’s house to take care of them
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stellarspecter · 4 years ago
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really loving the recent surge of poly bad kids popularity, I might have to write a fic soon lmao
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bpdalfonse · 2 years ago
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rly would like more avenues to promote the fic writer discord but the only place i haven’t put it that i’d feel comfortable doing so is on polyshipprompts
i just won’t do that for other reasons (too big a following, feel like the rules of the server could lead to Discourse i don’t want to deal with)
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fezwearingjellybananas · 4 years ago
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imagine an ot3 in which each of the characters are completely convinced that the other two characters are dating (polyshipprompts)
I do in fact have a Barriscowest idea:
It's series one. We open the night Barry was taken to S.T.A.R. Labs. He's unconscious and no one knows what's going on and he keeps dying in Iris' arms and Cisco Ramon is an engineer, a genius but he doesn't know anything about medicine, he doesn't know how to help Barry but Iris seems like she needs a shoulder to cry on and he does know how to be that.
Cisco's a friendly person. But he doesn't have many friends. Iris is in S.T.A.R. Labs every day visiting Barry, she always asks Cisco how he is and what he's been doing and he never mentions friends. He looks up to Doctor Wells but that's his boss, he cares about Caitlin but she's mourning her financé and seems to be some distance between her and Cisco at the minute, Cisco is lonely. But he's been so nice, so Iris invites him out for coffee. It becomes a regular thing.
And then Barry wakes up. Things are weird. It's been nine months but that doesn't make sense in his head because it feels like no time at all and also he has superpowers. That's pretty cool. Also his best friend who he's been in love with his entire life is dating his new friend.
It's pretty obvious to Barry. Neither of them have actually said anything but they get coffee every week and have other plans and Iris always lights up when she sees Cisco and Caitlin tells him they started getting close while he was unconscious. She figured they were trying to keep it on the down-low, maybe Cisco was thinking about Ronnie and her, maybe now there's a part of it that's the two of them trying to spare Barry's feelings, he never told her but maybe they know, Caitlin worked it out very quickly. He's happy for them. He won't deny he's upset and a little jealous- he has been in love with Iris for years- but Cisco's nice. He likes Cisco. And he never told her and even if he had he was unconscious and no one knew if he would wake up, if Iris found someone who makes her happy then good, he's glad, he's determined to be glad.
Barry Allen is head over heels for Iris West. Cisco's known him a day and he can tell. And Iris never mentioned dating but the way she talked about Barry, there was more to it than him being her best friend, and the way she looks at him when he walks into a room, the two of them are clearly made for each other. Which is great! It's great. It's fantastic. He's just going to squash these feelings for Barry before they can get past a crush, Iris is his friend, he's not going to do anything to hurt his friend. Doctor Wells is right, it's more important he keeps his friend, and Barry needs him focused if they're going to help with this superhero thing.
Barry's dating Cisco. He's always at S.T.A.R. Labs, he's keeping secrets which he never does, and he's already really close to Cisco which never happens with Barry, him dating Cisco makes sense, she talked to Eddie about it and he agrees. But Barry seems happier than he has in years, Iris is just happy to see that. Whatever they're doing hasn't affected her friendship with Cisco, Barry's acting weird but that's because he's trying to keep it secret, he'll tell her when he's ready. Or maybe it was Cisco's idea, either way, neither of them could have realised she's been slowly developing feelings for Cisco, and if they're happy, she's happy.
Except:
Barry has dated people before but it never lasted. And Iris never liked them. She does like Cisco. Barry's relationship with Cisco seems to be lasting. She's having the same feelings about that as she did when Barry dated Becky Cooper. Which means it might not have been completely about Becky.
Barry woke up and turned out to be Cisco's dream guy. He's literally a superhero. But hanging out with Iris is so much fun, and she's so nice and she needed a friend and he wasn't going to put anything more than the offer of friendship on her shoulders but actually now Barry's awake and she's happier maybe a crush on Barry isn't the only thing he should be squashing.
Cisco's fun and made him a suit and loves hugs and they've already had multiple Star Trek marathons and Cisco quoted Spock to him and he's great and Barry absolutely should not fall in love with Iris' boyfriend but Barry might have fallen in love with Iris' boyfriend
And then:
Iris hears about what happened at Mercury Labs. She knows a few people want to pin it on the Flash, but Iris hears about a man in a yellow suit and she grew up with Barry, she knows exactly what he said he saw that night, it's why she started writing about the Flash. Only when Iris writes her article about another speedster in Central Mason Bridge pulls her aside and pulls out the big secret project he's been working on for months. So much evidence that the Man in Yellow is real. Evidence Harrison Wells is the Man in Yellow. And then Mason disappears.
Cisco hasn't been sleeping. Doctor Wells and Caitlin have both brought up what happened with Snart and Dante but that's not why Cisco can't sleep. Every time he closes his eyes he sees Doctor Wells standing in front of him, his hand vibrating, confessing to murder, claiming he sees Cisco as a son and then he kills him. And it makes no sense, but it feels so real. He needs to look at the trap again but he can't go down alone, but how can he explain this to Barry? What if he's wrong? What if he's not?
Barry's just generally having a bad time. The man who murdered his mother is back and wants Barry dead. The whole reason he was there was to kill Barry, it's all his fault, and then a few days later Joe maybe died, Caitlin said Cisco definitely did, and then he time travelled. Cisco being back is fantastic but they're not getting anywhere with the Man in Yellow.
Except:
Barry is a forensic scientist. He might not be a genius engineer or physicist or biochemist but he is very good at his job. He's been approaching this as the Flash, who is going to stop this man, and mostly as Barry, the boy who lost his mother and who wants his father back more than anything. What he needs is to take a step back and do what he's good at: find the evidence and put the pieces together to solve the puzzle. And he knows a detective who who knows metahumans exist and who might believe him.
Iris knows Wells is involved. Mason’s computer was wiped, this isn’t just him getting distracted chasing a lead, all his evidence about the Man in Yellow and Wells is gone, that is not a coincidence, especially since Iris knows he was ready to publish, he even told Eric he was almost done with something he was expecting would make the front page, Iris knows there is something going on. She also knows her dad knows more than he’s been telling her, and that probably means Barry and Cisco do too. But all the evidence is gone. Or maybe not, because Linda Park might be the sports reporter, but she had the desk next to Mason, he likes her (even if he refuses to admit it), and she knew him well enough she has a feeling she knows where Iris can find that evidence.
Cisco has to check the trap. He has to. His dreams are getting worse and worse, they’re happening when he’s awake now. The other day he fell asleep in the Cortex and when he left he could have sworn he saw Doctor Wells walk through a wall. He doesn’t know if he should talk to Barry about this, maybe he could talk to Joe, or Caitlin is worried about him. She wants him to talk to her. He has a very strong feeling she won’t be able to distract Doctor Wells long enough for Cisco to take a look and he can’t explain why, but he does know he can trust her.
Eddie Thawne became friends with Iris while Barry was in his coma. He’d considered asking her out, but she seemed to be getting closer to Cisco, and she’s Joe’s daughter so he figured it would get complicated, he’d wait for her if she wanted to. Which she didn’t, and won’t, because he’s talked to her and knows she has complicated feelings about Barry and Cisco, who are both dating each other. He’s just trying not to get involved. What he didn’t expect was Barry coming to ask him for help with everything that’s going on.
Caitlin Snow has been friends with Cisco for a long time, she could see how he felt about Iris, she’s now realising he feels the same way about Barry, and she’s really glad he told her what’s been bothering him, she just really wishes it was complicated realationship things and not how he’s been having nightmares about how their boss is the guy who murdered their friend’s mother. She might have an idea about his dreams though.
Linda Park did not date Barry. They tried one date, it didn’t work out, but they are friends, and she’s friends with Iris too. She might not have known her very long, but she seems nice, and Linda does like Mason, if Iris has an idea that might help find him, wherever he is, of course Linda’s going to help.
In Cisco’s dream, Doctor Wells calls himself Eobard Thawne and kills Cisco after confessing he killed Barry’s mother, that he was there to kill Barry. He’s from the future he says. Time travel. That also explains how future Barry’s blood ended up at the crime scene, Cisco found that. He needs to talk to Joe, Joe will know what to do.
The Reverse Flash was there that night to kill Barry. He vanished for fourteen years until Barry gained his superpowers and they fought, and he left Barry alive. Barry knows he very easily could have killed him, so they have a theory. Barry saw red and yellow lightning that night. He’s replayed the events in his head a thousand times, more, he knows he saw two colours of lightning, and he knows when he faced the Man in Yellow he only has red lightning. Someone else was there that night who saved Barry, the Reverse Flash needs him alive more than he wants him dead, and it has something to do with his powers. Eddie also knows Joe asked him to have a poke around Doctor Wells’ when Hartley Rathaway showed up. Joe might know something.
Mason has so much more evidence than Iris expected. Doctor Wells is a speedster, the one who calls himself the Reverse Flash who broke into Mercury Labs. The one whose description exactly matches the one Barry gave to Iris. And it doesn’t make sense because Doctor Wells didn’t even know Barry until he showed up at the hospital but also he showed up at the hospital claiming to be the only person who could help Barry and they were desperate so they accepted but no one else even came to S.T.A.R. Labs and maybe they should have questioned how he knew about Barry more. Iris needs to ask her dad more about him, and there’s someone else who might know something useful.
Joe West is a good detective. He tries to be a good dad. He knows he screws up sometimes, but Iris is his whole world, and everything he does is because he whole-heartedly believes it’s to keep her safe. Possibly this time he made a mistake telling Barry not to tell her anything, because Iris just showed up at his door with her friend Linda and pages of evidence that Harrison Wells is the Reverse Flash and made her mentor disappear.
They’re barely two pages in when Cisco and Caitlin knock, Cisco spouting something about dreams and Doctor Wells killing Nora and time travel being real.
Cisco hasn’t had time to even start explaining when Barry and Eddie burst in in a swirl of lightning with Barry saying they have some theories about the Man in Yellow.
It’s a long night. There are plans to make and apologies and explainations to be had, and at the end of it all when Caitlin’s offering Eddie a ride home since Barry ran him and Linda’s making sure there are several copies of this article and it is going to make it to Picture News, Iris pulls Barry and Cisco aside and brings up one more thing she learnt today:
“Henry seems to be under the impression Cisco and I are dating,” Iris says.
“You went to see my dad?” Barry asks.
“He thinks what?” Cisco asks.
Henry only knew what Barry had told him about Wells when Iris went to ask him. But if Wells is actually from the future and was there for Barry not Nora then that makes sense. Sort of. Eddie already brought up what Doctor McGee said about Tess Morgan’s death and they’re going to look into that some more. Henry also mentioned Barry thinks she’s dating Cisco which she definintely isn’t because Barry’s dating Cisco. Which Cisco denies because Barry and Iris are dating.
Either this is a really bad time for Barry to tell them he’s in love with the both of them or a really good time. This might explain why Linda has brought up polyamory a few times. To Barry and to Iris apparently.
(When Linda walks into Picture News the next day, Mason’s article on the front page with her and Iris’ names on the byline, there’s a bunch of flowers on her desk. There’s still a lot to do with this Reverse Flash but at least the miscommunication she’s been listening to has been sorted out)
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uas-art · 5 years ago
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The final day of @polyshipprompts Polyship Week
Take some hurt and comfort LukaAdrienNette :)
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esperinkdraws · 5 years ago
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May I interest y’all in some... moxieceit
I’m tagging @jessibbb​ and @bexxbeauty​ because y’all like Patton content and ships, right?
and uhh general taglist: @ollyollyoxinfree​ @pushussmollworld​ and @stop-it-anxiety​ and @lildevyl​
stuffs: Sympathetic Deceit, and like, sickness? Just a cold, really. Um. medicine. that should be it?
Based on this prompt from @polyshipprompts​! 
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I don’t know if this is any good.
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It was Saturday, and Patton had grown to love Saturdays. He got to spend time with his partners, outside of meetings and family time. It was time for just the three of them. Time for himself.
It had taken a while for him to learn that he deserved to have time for himself and do what he wanted. Virgil and Deceit had helped, in some way.
Speaking of his partners…
Hmm. They were supposed to meet him in the commons room. Sometimes they could forget things, though, so he headed to Virgil’s room first, since it was closest.
He stopped outside the door, and he could hear coughing and sniffling from inside. He frowned and knocked on the door. “Virgil, honey?”
There was a groan, then more sniffling, and then shuffling. Virgil opened the door, looking a bit under the weather.
He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking a little guilty. “Hey Pat. Don’t think I can go out today,” he said.
Patton cooed just a little bit, hands reaching out to grab Virgil’s. Virgil allowed this, just as he allowed Patton to feel his forehead. He hummed, feeling the cold against hot.
Patton let his hand trail down to Virgil’s cheeks. “You rest, then. I’ll tell Dee and get you some medicine.”
He gave him a quick kiss and pulled away to go do as he said, but Virgil caught his wrist. “I don’t want you guys to call off today because of me,” he said.
Patton just smiled. “I’m sure Dee won’t mind.” He pulled away again, heading first to the Other side of he mindscape. He could pick up the medicine on the way back to Virgil’s room.
He arrived at Deceit’s door and knocked, stepping inside with permission, and closing the door behind himself.
“Oh, Dee,” Patton said upon seeing the named Side in bed. He walked up to the bed, placing a gentle hand on his forehead. Deceit hissed softly and Patton barely refrained from cooing, knowing Deceit disliked it more than Virgil did.
Dee coughed into his arm. “I apologize,” he said. “I don’t believe I’ll be able to attend today’s outing.”
“That’s alright, honey-dee,” Patton replied, booping his nose and smiling when Deceit subconsciously blepped. “Virgil’s sick too.”
“Oh?”
Patton nodded. “Mhm. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you both, okay?”
Deceit nodded, and Patton placed a kiss on his cheek before leaving the room and going back to his side of the Mindscape, grabbing medicine, a glass of water, and one of his stuffed animals from his room. He went back to Virgil’s bedroom door.
Hands full, he stuck his tongue out in concentration as he tried to maneuver everything into one arm, so he could knock.
The glass fell to the floor with a loud shatter, and Patton grimaced, his heart dropping with everything else that landed at his feet.
“Patton?” he heard Virgil call out from inside.
“I’ve – I’ve got it,” Patton called back, half-willing Virgil to stay in bed, but another part of him half-hoping he’d come to help.
The door opened, and Virgil looked down at Patton trying to pick up the glass, the moral Side’s face burning from embarrassment.
Virgil kneeled down to help, ignoring Patton’s protests of “You need to rest!”
Virgil picked up the pieces. “I’m fine,” he dismissed. They walked into Virgil’s room and he threw the glass away. “Where’s Dee?”
“He’s sick, too,” Patton explained, leading Virgil back to his bed and setting the medicine and the stuffed animal down. He noticed Virgil start to flap his hands just barely, in slight worry. “You’ll both be fine!” Patton assured him. “Right as rain in no time.”
Virgil just nodded, climbing back into bed and taking the medicine given to him. “Don’t overwork yourself,” he told Patton.
Patton just pat his arm with a soft smile. “I’ll go get you a new glass of water.” He left with the medicine, deciding to give Deceit some as well, before getting the water.
Deceit had the same words for him as Virgil did. “Don’t overwork yourself.”
Patton waved a hand. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine,” he insisted.
“Because you’ve always been so honest with your feelings,” Deceit said in what was probably supposed to be a drawl, if his voice wasn’t so scratchy.
Patton’s hands stilled in pouring the medicine. “I’ve been working on that, haven’t I?”
A sigh. “You have,” Deceit agreed. “I apologize.”
“That’s alright,” Patton said. “You must be tired.” He gently ran a hand through Dee’s hair.
Deceit hummed, taking the medicine but then also Patton’s hand, causing the other to smile softly.
“I have to go get Virgil some water.” Deceit reluctantly let go of Patton’s hand. “I’ll be back, though. Before you know it.” Patton booped his nose again and giggled, leaving the room with the medicine.
He was in and out of their rooms throughout the day, making sure they were comfortable and recovering. The two were better after a few days.
Patton, however…
There was a knock at his door, and Virgil poked his head in. “Oh,” he said, like he expected this, and he and Deceit stepped inside the room.
“Hey, you two,” Patton said, sitting up and trying to look not-sick.
Virgil and Deceit shared a glance, and Virgil shook his head almost fondly. “I’ll go get the medicine,” he said, leaving the room as Deceit approached Patton’s bed.
“You two don’t have to worry about me,” Patton said softly.
“You spend so much time taking care of others,” Deceit said, lifting one of Patton’s hands and bringing it to his lips, “It’s about time you’re the one being taken care of, don’t you think?”
Well, Patton supposed he couldn’t argue with that.
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pieces-of-annedrew · 5 years ago
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I've been on the edge of my seat waiting to post this, and then I went and almost forgot lol
Anyway, this is my kinda late submission for @polyshipprompts polyship week day 2: soulmate au. The prompt I found fit perfectly into what I'd already planned for my Good Omens ship with grown-up Adam, Warlock, and Baby B, who I've named Loland. I don't know if there's a name for them yet, but I've been calling them Ineffable Cards, because of the 3 card switch analogy. This was super fun to make, and I'm excited to start making moodboards more often
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elizabethemerald · 5 years ago
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Oh my goodness I love this so much. Jlaireby gardening fun!!
Claire would definitely have a magical garden. She would have a bunch of weird things growing that she needs for her various spells and potions. And a bunch of carnivorous plants as well. 
Jim would have a bunch of cooking herbs (kept carefully separate from Claire’s plants). He would have thyme and rosemary and garlic, and probably some vegetables as well. Whenever he cooks for the others he will go out and get garden fresh ingredients for them to enjoy. For himself he has a small collection of fungous and mosses. Some that would be toxic for a human to eat, but he and the other trolls love. 
I don’t really see Toby as much of a gardner, I can see him helping out and caring for the garden with the others, but I don’t think he would have to many plants of his own. However I could totally see him having a rock garden, or decorating the various plants with softly glowing gems and crystals. He’s always careful that the minerals won’t leach into the soil, but all of the plants have little colored stones around them.  
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ashleybenlove · 5 years ago
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@cosmoetherockcat replied to your post: polyshipprompts: imagine your polyship sitting on...
I’ll have to draw this! Oh, these legs all tangled… ❤
Yes! That would be wonderful! And tag me! 
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obianidalasuggestion · 5 years ago
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#the jedi order decides to get rid of the rule forbidding attachments and all of a sudden anakin Cannot Shut Up about his wife and boyfriend #padme takes full advantage of being able to go out with her boys in public #obi wan is low key embarrassed by all the pda but his partners are happy and that outweighs any discomfort #obianidala (via @darlingamidala)
imagine that, for whatever reason, your ot3 cannot be public about the fact that they’re all dating each other
they find that it helps that the three of them are always hanging around each other together, so nobody suspects that they’re in a relationship. everyone just thinks they’re all really good friends (and they are, but they’re also really good partners)
eventually, the reason they had for being secretive about their relationship is no longer an issue, and they start being really open about it, surprising everyone they know
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uas-fics · 5 years ago
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Title: Soulmate Highs Rating: T Summary: Everyone has a soulmate tell. As Stan finds out one day, his is that whatever his soulmates write on their skin appears on his as well. He should be overjoyed, but instead, he’s just nervous his soulmates will find him boring… Ships: Stunny (Stan x Butters x Kenny) Other: For @polyshipprompts Polyship Week, day 2, Soulmate AU.  
Oof thought I had an extra day to work on this but nope, I was wrong. >>, Sorry if it seems rushed or lacks the deeper nuisance and trope deconstruction of my other soulmate works. This one is mostly just for an excuse to write this ship.
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“Well,” Kyle took a breath, “that’s a dick alright.”
Stan couldn’t keep his eyes off the crude drawing of a penis across the underside of his arm. One moment, he had nothing there, then the next a line appeared. As if by magic, the rest of the appendage slowly grew across his skin.
“I can’t believe it,” Stan muttered. He’d heard stories of this, but never thought he would experience it. This happened to a second cousin’s hairstylist or a friend of a friend of an aunt’s stepmother. People you didn't ever meet. People who were lucky and excentric.  This didn’t happen to normal people like Stan.
“Me neither.” Kyle prodded the drawing with his finger. “You’ve really got your soulmate’s writing on your arm.”
Stan slapped his best friend’s hand away. “They’re not writing to me. I bet they don’t even know it happened.”
Stan covered the drawing, his mind buzzing. Everyone had some way to find their soulmates. Those were the soulmate tells. Some people swapped eye colors. Some were color blind until they touched their soulmate. Some shared fingerprints.
Stan had always assumed he would be someone who shared a birthmark with his soulmate, and, given how small and awkwardly placed his birthmark was on the back of his upper thigh, he would never have a chance to find his soulmate anyway.
Having his soulmate’s drawing just appear threw that theory out the window.
Only one in a few thousand had a soulmate tell like this! A direct line of communication right on his skin!
“I really, really can’t believe this.” Stan felt a goofy smile spread across his face. “I never thought I’d get this lucky.”
“Yeah,” Kyle crossed his legs on the carpet, “you’ve got a really good lot in your love life, Stan. I’m happy for you.”
Stan winced at Kyle’s tone. Kyle wasn’t upset or mad or even jealous, but behind his happiness for Stan, there was a tinge of bitterness.
On Kyle’s wrists were the words ‘thank you, please, come again’. They were either his soulmate’s first words to him or their last. Kyle had long ago adopted a pessimistic outlook that they had to be the first and last, and he would walk out of whatever store they worked at never see his soulmate again.
“Hey, Kyle, I’m sorry,” Stan started, but Kyle held up his hand.
“Dude, it’s fine. Are you going to reply?” Kyle changed the topic back to Stan’s soulmate.
Stan nodded, craning his head around to find a pen or marker. Spotting one under his bed, he moved to his side and reached out his fingers to roll it close enough to grab it.
He spun the blue sharpie in his fingers, thinking what to say. Maybe the direct approach was best. Something like 'Hello? Is this my soulmate?“ Or maybe he could draw a dick back. Give his soulmate the first impression that he was a chill dude.
Before Stan could decide, teal blue words scrawled across his arm under the dick drawing.
"Wow! Did you draw this? Are you my soulmate?” the words said, with an arrow pointing to the drawing and a wide smiling face.
Stan frowned, twisting his arm around. Why would his soulmate reply to their drawing? Unless…
The original purple ink wrote under the teal blue, “I guess I am! If I knew today my arm drawings would reach my soulmate, I would have drawn something more classy than a dick! lol”
“You don’t just have one soulmate, you have two.” Kyle gasped. “Shit, dude. Now you have to reply.”
Stan nodded, uncapping the marker with his teeth. He spat the cap out and held the marker over his arm, just under purple’s response.
“Wowie, golly, and here I thought I’d never have a soulmate. I wasn’t born with weird eyes or marks or nothing. Where you?” Teal ended their question with an oversized question mark, right where Stan was about to write.
“I gotta mole in the shape of Louisiana on the bottom of my foot, but that’s it.” Purple drew a rough outline of the Pelican State.
“I’ve never been to Louisiana. I don’t think I’ve ever been off Hawaii.”
Stan sucked in a breath. “He’s from Hawaii?” He exclaimed as Purple wrote, “You’re from HAWAII?!?!?!”
“Yup!” Teal added a stick figure surfing on a wave.
Instead of replying directly, Purple drew sunglasses on the stick figure then added a speech bubble proclaiming, “Cool!”
Stan grinned at their antics. He was sure he’d like Purple’s personality, and Teal must have so many stories from living in a tropical paradise.
“So, are you going to eavesdrop or tell them?” Kyle asked, leaning back. He snapped a photo with his phone. A second later, Stan’s phone lit up with a SnapChat notification. Stan capped the marker and picked up his phone, already knowing what the notification was about.
“Local Love Struck Doofus To Scared to Talk To Soulmates. More At 10,” the caption on the picture read.
Kyle smirked as Stan flipped him the bird.
“I’ll talk to them, I just…I need to find the right time to jump into the conversation.” Stan twisted his arm to see the continuing conversation his soulmates were having.
“So where do YOU live?” Teal asked.
“I live in the Colorado mountains,” Purple added a winter hat to the surfing figure then a few snowflakes.
“Kyle, he lives in Colorado!” Stan scrambled to sit on his knees and shoved his arm in Kyle’s face. “In the mountains, like you do! Maybe you know him?”
“There are a lot of mountain towns,” Kyle fell back to keep Stan’s arm from his vision, “and besides, if he lives in South Park, too, he’ll definitely know about you. Everyone in South Park and Middle Park knows about 'Tegrity Farms. It’s where most of the town gets its weed.”
He waved his hand around as if clearing pot smoke from the room. “I guess that works out well for you, then. Having one live in the same state.”
Stan’s stomach fell to his knees. He hadn’t thought of that. What would his soulmates think that he lived on a cannabis farm? There is no way they wouldn’t think less of him for knowing how to make pot butter.
For probably the millionth time, Stan cursed his dad for moving them out of the mountains ten years ago when he was five to start 'living naturally and in one with nature.’
Stan tossed the marker onto his bed before flopping onto his stomach on the floor.
He held out his arm and stared at the conversation.
“Do you snowboard?! Sled? I’ve never seen snow before!” Teal wrote.
“Sledding yes, but not snowboarding. I know how to ski a little.” Purple added a bear surfing alongside the stick figure. “It’s pretty boring here. I like it like that, though.”
Teal started to write something, but Purple wrote over him with another question.
“What’s your name? We should probably know lol.”
“My name is Leopold, but everyone calls me Butters–it’s a long story.”
So Teal Ink was Leopold–Butters. It would take a while for Stan to get used to calling someone 'Butters,’ but he was sure he could do it if he had to.
“Butters? Like what’s on toast?”
The last few letters in 'toast’ curved up so they didn’t overlap a part of the earlier conversation.
“Brb, gonna wash my arm off,” Purple said in the middle of the penis drawing.
“Me too,” Teal added under.
“Well, this seems as good of break in the conversation as any,” Kyle commented, tracing the words on his wrist with his fingers. “Wait for them to wash it off, then say you’re here too.”
Stan chewed his lip. “Yeah, maybe…”
Hearing the nervous tone in his voice, Kyle rolled his eyes. He stood and brushed his pants off.
“Where are you going?” Stan demanded to know as Kyle strolled towards the door. “ You can’t leave me while this is going on.”
“I’m coming right back.” Kyle pulled open the door. “You know my mom doesn’t let me eat at your house. Do you want me to pick you up anything while I’m out?”
Stan sighed. In retrospect, he should be glad he was able to keep up a friendship with Kyle at all after he moved away, but all the rules and regulations Mrs. Broflovski put on Kyle when he came down to visit were such pains in the ass.
“Yeah, there is a new gas station if you turn left and head East instead of back up towards South Park. They have that macha Monster I like and awesome chicken veggie pizza.” Stan pushed himself up to pick up his wallet from his desk. He took out a ten and handed it to Kyle.
Kyle nodded, pocketing the money. “Ok, macha monster, chicken veggie pizza. Got it. Don’t get another tattoo while I’m on a food run.” He smirked as Stan slapped a hand over his hip.
“That happened one time and you won’t let me live it down,” Stan muttered, tracing the poorly done paw print tattoo through his shirt. Some older kids from Stan’s school had invited them to a party, where Stan had been talked into being a canvas for an eleventh-grade amateur tattoo artist.
Kyle had tried to talk him out of it, but the artist was so pretty, Stan couldn’t say no and waited until Kyle left to grab something to eat back upstairs before allowing her to make the paw outline on his upper hip.
“Nope.”
As Kyle headed down the hall and the steps, Stan stuck his head out of his room to shout, “And get me a Twix, too.”
“Are you going to stress eat all night over this?” Kyle yelled back, the top of his head disappearing down the stairs.
“I just fucking might!”
“Stanley, language!” His mom shouted from downstairs.
After calling down an apology, Stan went back to his room and sat at his desk. He eyed the cup of pens, markers, and pencils. It would only take one mark for his worrying to end. If they were his soulmates, then what his family did for a living shouldn’t bother them too much, right?
Stan’s hand hovered over an uncapped ballpoint pen sitting straight up in the cup.  His arm was clear of ink now. This was his chance.
Just as his fingers brushed the pen, Butters replied.
“That’s better and yes my nickname is Butters like what goes on toast ha-ha!”
“That’s awesome dude,” Purple replied a moment later. “My name’s Kenny btw.”
Stan dropped his arm to the desktop, heaving a sigh.
He couldn’t do it.
Resting his cheek on the cool wood of the desk, Stan watched his soulmates get to know more about each other, unaware of their third partner’s eyes on their words.
Butters and Kenny went on to fill up his arm several times with chit chat and doodles. Butters was quite the artist and covered his wrist with vines and flowers twice. Kenny was funny as hell and made Stan have to cover his mouth to keep quiet before his parents came barging in.
They seemed like amazing soulmates.
After erasing their arm conversations again, Butters asked, “Could you do me a favor Kenny?”
“Sure, what?” Kenny wrote back.
“I have a tattoo. I got it to piss off my parents last year. Do you have it now? Or does it only count if I get another?”
Stan’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t even thought about if old ink still counted. He pulled up his shirt and stared at the faded green-black paw print.
“You have a tat? That’s sick dude! What is it? Where is it? I’ve always wanted one but couldn’t afford to go to a good place.”
“Thank you! I designed it myself. It’s on my left shoulder. Check yours!”
Heart pounding in his ears, Stan slowly rolled up his sleeve. Just before his shoulder, he stopped, shaking. Forcing courage through his body, he rolled it up completely to see a T-like shape in a box with the word 'Chaos’ written under it. Each of the word’s letters was in a different font style. Unlike Stan’s simple outline, this tattoo had shading that made the weird box shape look like metal.
“Oh, no…” Stan whimpered. He spun around and dove onto his bed where he left his phone. He didn’t bother to try texting. Pressing Kyle’s number, he held the phone up to his ear.
Three rings and Kyle picked up. “Yes, Stan?”
“Butters has a tattoo–and now I have one too. Another one. They’ll know I’m here when they see my tattoo.” Stan started to pace his room. “What do I do?”
“Just tell them! Who cares what they’re talking about. Just write on yourself that you’re their other soulmate and live happily ever after or whatever.” Kyle’s voice sounded irritated. “It’s not hard, Stan.”
“You don’t get it, Kyle! My family lives on a cannibis farm. I’m not funny or artistic like they are. I’m just…you know a normal joe. Nothing special.” Stan threw his arm out and brushed the back of his hand across his pen cup, knocking the whole thing over.
Pens and markers scattered on the floor, several rolling under the desk.
Stan swore, running his hand through his hair.
“Dude, I am not letting you have perfect access to meeting your soulmates and throwing it away because you’re a coward. Don’t make me take matters into my own hands, Stanley,” Kyle threatened.
“I am not a coward–”
The sound of coins and cash hitting a glass counter came through the phone.
“I have to help my love-struck, doofus best friend talk to his soulmates. Keep the change,” Kyle told someone. To Stan, he continued, “you have until I’ve driven back to 'Tridgey Farm to do it yourself, or I will sit on you and write it myself.”
Stan shuddered. He’d known Kyle since they were both in diapers. He could and would do what he threatened. No doubt about that. he would pin him down and write bluntly something like “This is your other soulmate’s best friend. He is too much of a wuss to talk to you two. His name is Stan.” right across his arm in black ink.
Stan slumped down in his chair, burying his face in his arms.
“Why can’t I have a colorblind soulmate tell or anything else? This isn’t fair…” Stan whined.
“Don’t know what to tell you. At least you know you’ll be able to meet yours and not walk out on them forever…” Kyle muttered bitterly. “Just–oh, shoot. That’s the clerk coming to my car. Well, you just got yourself another few minutes.”
He hung up before Stan could speak.
Stan repeatedly dropped his forehead against the desk. What was he going to do? He couldn’t let Kyle get here and do it. That would make him look like a total loser!
Deciding that reading Butters and Kenny’s conversation might calm him down, he rolled his head towards his arm.
A mark of blue ink ran down the back of his hand from his knuckles to just past his wrist.
“Did you do that? Are you ok?” Kenny asked, drawing an arrow to the blue streak.
“No, I didn’t draw that.” Butters drew a frowny face.
“Is there someone else here? Helloooooooo?”
Stan watched the final o and question mark appear on his skin. He heaved a sigh and sat up. He reached for a pen, only to remember he knocked the pen cup from his desk a moment before.
Shaking his head, he bent over and picked up the first pen he found.
“Ollie ollie oxen free!” Butters wrote. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
Swallowing down his nerves, Stan pressed the pen to his skin.
“Sorry.” He wrote then added, “I’m Stan.”
“What?! So, there are three of us here? Triple soulmates?!” Butters then drew a big heart. “I woke up today thinking I had none and before noon I got three? How lucky!”
“Noon?” Stan asked himself, then remember Hawaii was a few hours behind.
“Cool, man. How long have you been watching?” Kenny asked.
Stan considered lying that he had just woke up, but decided against it. Best foot forward didn’t involve lies.
“An hour? I saw the dick. I was,” Stan paused, “nervous.”
“Wow. That’s cute.”
He could almost hear the tease in Kenny’s words as if he had spoken them, but somehow he didn’t mind it. Instead, he wondered what they really sounded like, or even what they looked like. Kenny seemed like the kind of guy to have a lopsided smile. Butters probably spoke with his hands, Stan guessed.
The whole conversation he’d read, they had given vague descriptions of themselves. Both of them were blonds with blue eyes and his age, fifteen, but nothing else.
“It’s ok! I was nervous, too,” Butters made a smiley face, “but with three of us, will we have room on our arms anymore?”
“If we write really tiny…” Kenny let his handwriting grow smaller and smaller until the n and y were barely readable.
Stan snorted a laugh. In his tiniest handwriting, he asked, “Does anyone have a Discord or something?”
“I do! It’s ProfChaos172, my hamster is my pfp.” Butters announced with a picture of a hamster in a square box.
“I do but could you wait a few minutes? Don’t have wifi in the house,” Kenny admitted. “Gimme ten minutes to get to the library.”
“Wait, first, there is something I have to say if you even want to really include me in your lives.” Stan steeled himself. “Dad moved us to a pot farm when I was 5. Other than that I’m boring compared to you two…Idk if you want a boring soulmate like me.”
“A POT FARM?! HOLY SHIT!” Kenny drew a big, purple cannabis leaf. “Dude, that’s not boring.”
“I don’t think it’s possible to have a boring farm life no matter what farm you’re on,” Butters announced.
A weight lifted off Stan’s shoulders. With a smile on his lips, he placed his fingertips over the top of his soulmates’ last words. Knowing they wouldn’t think he was weird or boring because of his farm life, Stan wrote down his discord name and told Kenny he and Butters would wait ten minutes before attempting to contact each other.
Once Kenny wished them both goodbye, Stan bent down to turn on his computer. He tapped his fingers impatiently against the desk as the discord logo spun around. Updates, of course. It’ll take forever for all of them to download.
Leaning back, Stan took out his phone and pulled up Kyle’s contact. If Kyle was driving, should he just text him? Calling would be faster, but would Kyle even pick up? He only got his license a month ago and was a very careful driver.
Just as Stan went to open a text message, his phone rang. Kyle was calling him.
“Perfect,”  Stan mumbled before answering, “Hey, Kyle, good news. You don’t have to hold me down. I did it.”
“Oh, yeah, cool for you, Stan. Good job,” Kyle replied absentmindedly.
“Kyle? You sound distracted?” Stan strained his ears. He couldn’t hear any engine rumbling or radio or the wind. Hadn’t Kyle left yet?
Someone asked a question, and Kyle covered the phone to answer.
“Kyle?” Stan shouted into the phone as discord finally loaded. He already had a request from ProfChaos172 waiting. His profile picture was a cute cream-colored hamster. It even had a little cape on. Stan made a note to send a picture of his dog Sparky right away. Did Kenny have any pets? That topic would be a great starting off point for all three of them to talk, and it wouldn’t be hard to steer the conversation that way, either.
“Stan, you are not going to believe what happened at the gas station.”
“You got the final punch in your free pizza card,” Stan guessed as he pulled up his file folder of Sparky pictures.
“No, better,” Kyle laughed. “Do you know Jimmy Valmer?”
“Yeah. He’s in my class. Funny guy.”
“He works at the gas station you sent me to, and do you know what his Soulmate tell is? It’s like mine, words on his wrist.” Kyle continued, excitement growing in his voice. “You know what the words are?” He didn’t give Stan time to answer. “'I have to help my love-struck, doofus best friend talk to his soulmates. Keep the change’.”
Stan furrowed his brow. “No. No way. Isn’t that what you said while you were on the phone a bit ago?”
“Uh-huh! And Jimmy told me 'Thank you, please come again’! Do you know what that means? We’re soulmates!” Kyle shouted. “I found my soulmate. Life is great!”  Stan could almost see Kyle jumping to his feet as he announced his joy to the gas station parking lot.
Stan held the phone from his ear, but couldn’t help but smile. After years of moping and being bitter about it, Kyle ended up finding his soulmate after all. Stan would have to rub the irony of it in Kyle’s face sometime.
“Aren’t we just a lucky pair of boys tonight.” Stan chortled to himself. “Are you coming back here?”
“Nah, I’m staying in the parking lot to talk with Jimmy until I have to head back up the mountain. I called to tell you that so you didn’t worry,” Kyle explained. “I’ll pay you back for your pizza next time I see you.”
“No, it’s fine. Consider it a gift for urging me to talk to Kenny and Butters.” Stan smiled fondly at the computer screen. Only a couple more minutes now until Kenny showed up.
“Thanks, man,” Kyle replied. “I think I’m going to go now. Have fun chatting with your soulmates.”
“Have fun chatting with yours.” Stan hung up as a request to join a private group chat with ProfChaos174 and 6969SexyBeastMcCormick6969 appeared on his screen.
Without missing a beat, Stan moved his mouse and accepted the invite.
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