#qpr lamp

[pastry3]

school doodles (^ᓀ^)

[bestqprshipbracket]

Best QPR Ship Group 4 Round 3

[darth-does-stuff]

Better Things Yet To Come

(but darling, misfortune always has to arrive first)

Four superheroes in the city of Cyrin, a gilded and fantastical city full of exalted and wondrous powers, according to any outsider you asked. To the locals, it's a city with destruction around every corner, villains rearing their heads in an attempt at building a reputation, and fighting daily. And if you asked the heroes...they'd say that it's a city that has been their home for years on end and, deep inside them, they feel a need to protect it. But if you were to take a closer look at them, you'd see the heavy burden on their shoulders, for, ultimately, Cyrin is not a city without its prices.

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Prologue

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A cracked, broken, old TV sat on an unkempt floor, its flickering light silhouetting a figure perched on a sagging and torn couch.

If there had been another soul in that grimy room, surely the smell of mildew, rot, and the musty smell of a room that had never been aired out since the day it was built would swarm their senses and would have them turning tail after only a few seconds of being there. 

But this figure had long since remained here and such things no longer bothered him. An inconvenience, perhaps, but not one great enough to bother dealing with. 

A crackling, tinny voice played through slightly broken speakers:

“Once again, the city of Cyrin is protected by its exalted, and we could not be more grateful for it. Oh! Sir, sir! Do you have a moment to speak—"

“I do apologize, but now is not the time. This area is still dangerous and I do still have others to help.”

A figure in a blue costume took off sprinting before water suddenly burst forward from his hands and doused a fire. The news reporter laughed a bit nervously.

“Well, our exalted don’t mess around, that’s for sure. Always people to save, people to help, people to heal, y’know. Anyways, Collin, could you report more on the damage done—"

The figure paused the screen and looked at the headline that dated it back 7 years ago before switching to another news report. 

“We are here at downtown Cyrin reporting live as the Luciene skyscraper is teetering dangerously. On the scene, the exalted known as—"

A chunk of rubble fell down from the building, landing with a huge noise that drowned out what the reporter was saying, combined with the screaming as the camera suddenly shook and both the cameraman and reporter ran to a safer place. 

A broken window was sailing towards their heads before a sudden and powerful gust of wind blew it overhead away from them, and a figure in light blue flew overhead. He landed next to a collapsed bystander and placed a hand on their forehead, fingerless gloves allowing for skin to skin contact. There was a slight glow before the bystander’s breathing settled and the exalted was off to another section of the site again. 

5 years ago, according to the headline.

Pause. Heavy silence. Another recording. 

“Who are you and why do you feel the need to butt in on all of my cases—" a figure clad in red spoke out rapidly as a hand clenched in a fist suddenly burst into flame. 

“Why, because it’s fun, of course,” a silky voice interrupted off screen, the camera zoomed in on the red exalted red too much to see the other. 

“Because it annoys you!” another voice exclaimed, cackling all the while.

“You are only going to—Ah! My good news reporter,” the red exalted let out a booming laugh, fully ignoring the other two and heading towards the camera. He was suddenly right in front of them despite being a good distance away from them before. “What may I help you with—"

4 years ago. 

Another. 

The camera showed a collapsing building, rubble on the ground and terrified screams filling the morning air. A person near the top suddenly fell and an exalted clad in purple and black flew in to catch them, depositing them safely on the ground. They ran to a chunk of rubble and held it off of someone trapped under it, keeping it held up until they escaped before letting it fall back down. A heavy sigh could be heard even from the camera’s distance away before suddenly the camera shook and a reporter came into view as both ran towards the exalted.

“Sir, may we ask you a few questions—"

“Hey, I’m sorry, but I don’t feel like talking on the news when there’s a collapsing building all around me, sorry.” 

He very lightly shoved the camera away, but it still cracked and fractured slightly.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry—"

The TV blinked off, the tiny thud of the remote being set down echoing throughout the room. 

 4 years ago, three months after the red one.

The figure let out a small chuckle.

“My, my, it appears I’ve missed quite a lot.”

a/n: SUPERHERO AU BABEY

taglist (ask to be added!): @star-crossed-shipper, @flowercrownsandtrauma, @lesbian-pattonsanders

[l3xdrigo]

"Finally, home" Regulus slumped back lazily onto a chair in Vertin's office, both her and Vertin have just returned from a long day of another grueling field mission, seriously when are they going to get a break.

Vertin has already sat down and begun writing the report, her coat hanging in the boat rack and her signature top hat off her head. The only light in the room is a small desk lamp and the moonlight on the fake sky of the suitcase. Regulus sat there with her hat over head, she decided to adjust it a bit to see a bit more, looking in front of her, she sees the ever so stoic timekeeper writing away, basking in the moonlight as it highlights how elegant and beautiful the timekeeper truly was. Her silver-gray tied into a bun was slightly a bit more messy and unruly, some strands flowing down to the side of her face. Her eyes nearly shining in the darkness and some of the freckles on her face like stars in the sky.

Regulus stared at Vertin for awhile, she wasn't sure if the tiredness finally got to her as thoughts slipped out of her mouth

"You're really pretty and gorgeous yknow that"

Upon realizing what she just said, she froze up and stared at Vertin for a bit, who stopped what she was doing and looked at Regulus with a puzzled yet quite a bit flustered face

"I mean, what I meant to say was, I can see why Sonetto and some other lads took a liking to you, not just by your personality I guess.. But your looks as well." Regulus quickly tried to defend herself, covering her face with her hat as she felt embarrassed about what she just did. Vertin finally composed herself and let out a small laugh.

"Thank you Regulus, I think you're really pretty as well"

She had a sincere smile over her face, *Someone kill this pirate already* Regulus thought as she sank deeper onto the chair and her hat.

(Or Qpr Reguvert brainrot has hit me again)

Bonus

Regulus wakes up in Sonetto's arms as Sonetto runs to get out of her from danger, stopping a few times to attack some Manus followers. She looked so fierce yet composed, her orange hair was a bit of a mess as it flows through the wind, a few blood stains her face. "You look so beautiful right now" yep, the concussion got to her, she might as well die in Sonetto's arms because there's no way she's recovering from that. Sonetto looks at her with a flushed face but immediately shakes it off "Regulus! Thank goodness you're alright" as Sonetto continues to head back, she quietly says "also.. thank you for the compliment Regulus, I think you're beautiful yourself"

Yep, she's gonna pass out now and never wake up, nope

(Again, can be viewed as platonic or romantic)

(The three of them are currently taking over my life and I may have started a new crackship in my brain)

[elliott-the-creature]

(check tags for cw/tw)

I’ve learned so much about my headmates throughout the past few weeks, and holy crap is it a mixed bag in here

maple—who we all thought was very clear-headed and rational—is actually a psychedelic user and a huge hippie (we found this out when listening to lucy in the sky with diamonds, smoke you out, and starman (although she only uses natural psychedelics and will never use other drugs))

princess is very good at crafts (I mean, she thinks she is, but the body isn’t the best at fine motor activities, so that sucks) and especially loves beading. he’s also a huge fan of scenecore and bright clashing colours (which is also unfortunate because the body’s eyes are sensitive to bright lights and colours)

ty is posic and objectum (all attractions except for sexual), and specifically loves lamps, fidget toys, plushies, radios, jewelry, and musical instruments. it’s also a big fan of punk and grunge stuff (which makes me good friends with mae! -📺📚)

red is obsessed with music, and probably has headphones on 24/7. turns out her favourite instruments are drums and cymbals (because they’re loud and powerful just like me >:3 -🐦‍🔥🏔️), but she loves all instruments in general (if you’ve ever played or seen the game ape out, that’s aer whole vibe)

fin and red may be in a qpr—but even if they aren’t, they absolutely love eachother. whenever I picture fin, I see red right beside fin (usually on her back between her wings). they really compliment eachother as being such opposites, but they get along very well and are both so fond of each other. (I’m not dating aer though!!! if you say we’re dating, red will get really angry and I’ll be embarrassed -🐾🧣)

flax is very fond of all things in nature, but thing seems to love bugs in particular. thing gets really upset when it sees someone wanting to kill a bug, and is the one to co-front when people ask us to “take care” of a bug in the house (which usually means putting them in a container and taking them outside). it loves beetles and spiders the most, and will happily watch youtube videos or documentaries about bugs all day if it could.

Something… uh… we don’t really have much on Something. it apparently doesn’t like colours, and is seen as being completely monochromatic. other than that… it’s just kinda the same as always. (also I almost was persuaded by Something to relapse… luckily I was strong enough to withstand it and just scraped my fingernails against my arms instead (the body’s fingernails are pretty much always stubs so it didn’t cause any lasting damage))

[graysonnightwing]

pink-tinged days

@dailystobin -> stobin week day three: favorite au -> QPR marriage

(this is a continuation of my platonic marriage series! the only thing you really need to know is Birdie is their adopted daughter.)

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Additional Tags: Dungeons & Dragons, Marriage, Adoption, Found family, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Robin Buckley, Post-Season/Series 03, Stobin Week 2023 Summary: In 2000, Erica is home from law school for Christmas Break, and Scoops Troop reunites for a game of D&D.

It’s late when Sir Stephen of Hawkwing’s Realm finds the witch’s hut nestled deep in the darkwood. An owl hoots noisily overhead; the thick canopy hides the stars and the moon. Sir Stephen lifts his lamp higher.

Her hut is buried in overgrown brambles and creeping ivy. The thatch roof is nearly clouded in smoke pouring from the chimney; the shimmer of warding magic glimmers in his lamplight as he approaches. The shining eyes of an animal watching him catches the light, and he swings his lamp quickly in its direction to scare the beast away. Just a raccoon, more than likely, but there are far more dangerous things in these woods and he’s ill equipped at the moment for an encounter.

His sword and shield are tucked away against a nearby tree. The miserable crone back at the village’s instructions for getting past the wards were clear. “You must carry no weapon and no defense.” His shining steel plate armor, embossed with the symbol of the ancients to whom he pledged his life, is also leaning against the tree.

He approaches the hut in his loose silk tunic and tight linen pants, his boots treading softly against the grass. He reaches his lamp through the ward first, testing, before the rest of him follows. 

It’s warmer on this side of the ward, but Sir Stephen still approaches the door with caution. The firelight in the glazed windows flickers and burns as he raised his hand to rap on the door.

It swings open, and on the other side is a tall, willowy elf, with dirty blonde hair cropped just below her ears and piercing blue eyes. She’s leaning against a dark, gnarled wizard’s staff, well worn in the middle where her hand grips.

“Come,” she says, her voice high and accented.

The house is warm and cluttered. Spell components lay in nearly every direction he can see—a jar of pickling newt eyes, drying herbs from every corner of the globe hanging from the ceiling, dragon claws and hippogriff beaks lining shelves, wet black squid tentacles in a bucket in the corner. Glowing potions, sparking magic items and shimmering mage’s robes are thrown all over the place.

Still, the stew bubbling in the cauldron above the fire smells divine, and she’s made no move towards him. She goes back to the cauldron and points to the table, where a teenage human girl sits waiting. 

“Sit,” the witch says. “I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Sir Stephen sits. The teenager watches him closely, but doesn’t speak.

“I’m in a hurry,” Sir Stephen says. “If you could hear me out now—”

“You can’t rush good soup,” the witch replies.

Sir Stephen huffs and leans back in his chair.

The teenager next to him clears her throat. Her back is straight in her chair and she’s looking at him intently.

“Hi,” he says. “I’m Sir Stephen of—”

“Daddy,” Birdie interrupts, laughing. Birdie’s laugh is Robin’s favorite sound. “You can’t play with your own name. It’s supposed to be pretend.”

She’s eight and learning how to have an attitude from both her Uncle Dustin and her Auntie Erica, who she’s currently sitting in between. They’re at Steve and Robin’s, huddled around the kitchen table, finally introducing D&D to Birdie while Erica is home from law school on Christmas vacation. She’s DMing and starting them off with Steve’s paladin. It’s supposed to be a short arc, just a few hours here and there during Erica’s break.

“Your dad always plays as Stephen,” Erica says with an eye roll. “He’s uncreative—don’t let it rub off on you.” Birdie nods solemnly, her eyes wide. She takes everything Erica says so seriously.

“He’s played a paladin or a knight every. single. time. we’ve ever played,” Dustin adds.

“At least your mom is branching out,” Erica adds. “She’s always a bard.”

“I happen to like bards,” Robin says haughtily. “Everyone else is just jealous because they can’t play any actual instruments when they play a bard.” Robin remembers ten years ago, playing with Erica and Dustin and busting out her trumpet whenever she needed to cast a spell.

“Whatever,” Erica says. “If you bring out that trumpet again I’m throwing it away.” 

Robin laughs.

“No more talking,” Birdie complains. “Let’s play.”

“Alright, alright,” Erica says. “Where were we?”

“I’m Sir Stephen of Hawkwing’s Realm,” he says. “I’m here to ask the witch for a potion.”

“I’m Princess Lily-Daisy and I’m from Roseland,” the teenage at the table says. “I’m here to—wait, why am I here?” Birdie asks Erica.

“You need the witch’s help undoing a curse on your kingdom,” Erica explains, and Birdie repeats it in the British accent she’s been practicing with her uncle Dustin all week. It’s so exaggerated that Robin thinks it might actually be bordering on offensive to the English, and she hides a smile behind her hand. Birdie was nervous enough about it, which is why Robin’s doing her silliest voice, high and accented with Robin’s worst French accent, the same one Steve uses when he impersonates his mom.

“Princess,” Sir Stephen says and flourishes his hand into a bow. “What curse has befallen your land?”

“It’s always nighttime,” Princess Lily-Daisy says. “It’s cold and dark and my people are all asleep.” Birdie peaks over at Erica to make sure that’s okay, and Erica gives her a thumbs up.

“A sleeping kingdom?” The witch says. “I believe we will need to travel to your land to lift that curse.”

“My potion first, witch” Sir Stephen says with a snarl.

“You may address me by my name, sir paladin,” the witch says. “It’s Sparrow.” 

Steve next to her the table laughs, so loud and sudden that Dustin nearly jumps. 

“Hey,” Birdie says smiling. “That was almost my name.”

“Sure was,” Steve says and winks at her, which always makes Birdie giggle.

“And thank God they changed their minds,” Erica says, leveling a look at the two of them. It’s funny now to think how their Birdie was almost their Sparrow.

“You’re Birdie,” Dustin agrees. “Definitely not Sparrow.” 

Birdie’s nose wrinkles, and she shakes her head. “Definitely not Sparrow,” she agrees.

“Anyway,” Erica says and continues her narration.

Sir Stephen waits for Sparrow to finish her stew before she sets bowls in front of the princess and the paladin.

“Now,” Sparrow says. “You will get your potion Sir Stephen, but only after you’ve helped me lift this curse on the Princess’s realm. I think we’ll need the ancients’ help for this one.”

Sir Stephen agrees, and the three wait until morning before leaving the witch’s home. The sunrise filters in through the darkwood’s canopy overhead as Stephen puts his plate armor back on and secures his sword and shield. Princess Lily-Daisy retrieves a bow and quiver, slinging them both across her back as they make their way towards Roseland.

Half a day’s walk into their travels, they crash into a fleeing man, who says, “Run!” They all race down the path after they hear a monstrous roar behind them as a horde of Kobolds emerge from their cave and give the heroes chase through the forest.

Finally, the paladin and witch stop and face the horde, the witch casting shielding spells as the paladin cuts through the Kobolds. The princess deals the final blow to the horde with an arrow through the eye of the leader.

The witch traps the man in an unbreakable hold as the princess turns to interrogate him.

“Why were they chasing you?” She says.

“No reason,” the man says, voice tinged with the same Roseland accent the princess has.

“I’m your princess—tell the truth or I’ll throw you in prison.”

“Woah,” Steve says next to Robin, looking at Birdie with an amused expression. “No trial or anything? Just straight to prison?”

Birdie smiles and looks up at Dustin. “If he doesn’t tell the truth! I’m the princess and I can put whoever I want into jail.”

Erica laughs next to her. “As a law student I have to say that’s not fair,” she says, “but as your auntie I say that makes perfect sense.” Birdie snuggles into Erica’s side and sticks her tongue out at Steve.

Princess Lily-Daisy interrogates the man until he finally confesses to stealing gold from the Kobolds. 

“For your crime, I sentence you to helping us,” the princess says as the witch releases her bonds on the man, a rogue they learned is named Radcliffe. 

“Very well, my princess,” Radcliffe agrees. Dustin next to Birdie stands and gives her a deep, dramatic bow. Birdie smiles, and everything turns pink, like the room is glowing with the love Robin has for these people beside her. Robin lays her head on Steve's shoulder, watches as Birdie laughs at her Uncle Dustin, still cuddled up into Erica's side.

“The party sets out,” Erica says, “as the noon sun beats down on you and the realm of Roseland waits for rescue.”

[tulipanthousa]

your reblog about sex just being another thing you might do with informed consent to make your partner happy is making me think interesting thoughts about your verse with ace Janus and dukeceit (the one with pining QPR LAMP in the background). bc it sounds like that's EXACTLY what Janus was doing!

"I don't hate this and it makes you happy and I know exactly what goes into it so I have no objections." and the only reason it was an issue was that neither of them really knew the context around it re: Janus being ace, so they were both worried about rejection

do you have any thoughts on what Janus and Remus might do about sex going forward? would they stop having it altogether or would it become a "making seafood paella for your birthday even though I don't enjoy shellfish" type treat?

i think for a while (maybe a few months) they dont have sex, just to give janus a chance to firm up his sense of boundaries and what he's okay with, but after that i definitely think its that kind of situation.

i actually think they might have more sex when it gets settled, just because its SO much less stressful for Janus when he doesnt have to put on an act about it. sex is fine, it feels good, but not having to Convince His Partner How Into It He Is makes it so much easier to for him just relax and treat it like what it is to him, which is basically an optional warm up before cuddling lol

[saturday-byte]

I wonder how those three objects eventually got into a relationship after all their shenanigans, maybe they just really liked each other and went "oh hey let's all just date" and suddenly they kissed

I've been thinking about this and Honestly I think it just. Kinda Happened

After all that time of being trapped in such a bizarre place with only each other for good company (maybe besides lamp but you know how he is) they got so close people just started assuming they were together, which at first they were probably thrown off by it but then went "ykn what maybe we are". And then they kissed

Nah but fr their relationship feels a lot like a trauma bonded friend group/ QPR with a lot of physical affection and the occasional kiss

[quimble]

Random Headcanons for the Main Peeps and Lodgers :)

Have I done one of these yet...?

Anyways, yeah these are just my headcanons that I enjoy thinking about, but in no way have to be canon or relate to canon :)

Henry - Autistic, but pretty good at masking in situations when it's necessary, such as dinner parties and dances. - Also didn't have the best childhood. He was looked after, had all he needed, sure, but he wasn't usually indulged in his science and his enjoyment, save from going to those Frankenstein plays. - Probably why he got sent to a university in England when he came from Scotland. - Does stim. Really feels good when he stims, but often doesn't because of his status. Robert has made it known that he really doesn't care if Henry stims around him and in fact finds it rather sweet. - Henry's still working on feeling comfortable doing it, but every now and then his hands will start to flap in his office. - Has quiet days where he just.. doesn't want to talk. Usually the days he'll hole himself up in his office, so they don't get noticed. - Prone to headaches from light, why he keeps his curtains closed - Will fall asleep/relax with fingers running through his hair

Hyde - Stims far more visibly, especially in front of Rachel - Is still prone to overloads, but shoves through them because there are more fun things to do - Very much catlike - Will also relax if someone strokes his hair - Struggles to fall asleep because he's never really needed too? - Grins with his teeth on show, thinks it looks intimidating but Rachel finds it endearing and slightly goofy.

Robert - Had a pretty terrible childhood, first proper friend who saw him for him, was Henry - Neurotypical - Struggles with germs and contamination, Henry brings round stuff to clean, like gloves and hand sanitiser - Recognises a lot of Henry's overwhelmed reactions, even when he's trying to hide them - Has learnt from Utterson and just general practise how to help with them, when Henry allows him to - Just bringing Henry to a quiet room, covering him in a blanket, offering a hug if that isn't going to be too much of a sensory thing

Jasper - Struggles with Auditory overload because of his better senses - And most kinds of overloads actually- - Knows how to make sausages from scratch and will often help Rachel in the kitchen with the meat

Bird + Archer - In a QPR with each other - Bird being Finnish, so struggles in the warm summers of England and is still adjusting to the temperature, even now. - They both enjoy snuggling together, but also have their own beds in their room. Well, Bird has a bed, Archer has a hammock. - Bird cannot get in the hammock, he always falls out, no matter how much he tries. - Bird had problems with his self image and weight growing up and still as he joined the society - Archer was homeless upon coming into London, so he was worryingly underweight and malnourished - They helped one another out, Bird giving Archer snacks from the plants he grows, Archer's excitement to finally be able to gain weight, and maybe a little muscle, and not look so brittle helping readjust Bird's image of himself. - In the beginning of their friendship, they fought and argued a lot, both adjusting to the new place - They still jokingly tease each other because it's fun - Archer can box

Sinnett - ADHD - Can also do metalwork - I always loved the idea of him having a supportive family? So him having a brother who's a fisherman and has one of Sinnett's handmade lamps at the front of his ship to keep it going in storms - Sinnett's brother completely accepting his Sinnett's ADHD and stuff and adapting to help him - Sending back any scrap metal he finds for Sinnett to play around with - His brother gets married and ends up having a daughter who Sinnett loves to bits - Gets a little nervous as the daughter starts showing signs of ADHD herself, but his brother reassures him that "If she's anything like you, she's going to be spectacular."

[selfshipgushing]

🥀🧪 inspired me so imma do my f/o list but they have hilarious descriptions:

Spoiled guy who forced others to build a square (plot twist he discovered electric chair)

Breaking bad but green hair and pronouns

Is a human but looks like a backrooms monster

Imprisoned for being too annoying

Ex prince trans icon wait what is he doing on my f/o list anyways nice arms you got there

My qpr is a drunk lamp and my besties are demon who lost his brother but we will never know why bc the creator gave up on his project and someone who could literally kill for some donuts that's all hope you enjoyed

(⭐️✝️ starcross anon)

mine is so ridiculous. weird anthropologist who is definitely not a serial killer

[snapvalentine]

"i have a different definition for a lovers' quarrel"

aka: ive been thinking so very hard abt aro volo lately. also have a small headcanon that despite being aro, he still likes sweet lil love stories very much, its like a guilty pleasure

i think a lot abt how hes clearly a very social, chatty person and how much hed Love to share his interests, and still purposefully has to isolate himself to keep safe and keep himself from developing any bonds and how much that has to ache for him waaa.... my guy loooongs, he longs for a QPR.

hjfhsk Anyway small drabble below

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In some ways, Volo was thankful most did not pry into him. Most would shrug their shoulders at the notion of him ever ‘settling down’, say he was in love with his work. Married to his studies. And in some ways, maybe so. In some ways, it was all he had. The only way to find the very right human connection that Volo, and only Volo, had longed for. Amateur anthropology.

Still, some would craft their own stories of a lonely man who had yet to find Mr. or Mrs. Right. A man who either struggled to find his perfect match, or a man who buried himself in his work so deeply that he had always missed the true love that would come along and ‘fix’ him (see: make him normal. palatable). Well. They weren’t quite accurate calling him a man either, but they weren’t too off the mark to say he struggled.

Volo would uncover lost stories of fated friends who had only ever had each other, fighting through tasks ordained by strict Gods. Stories of young men reliving better times as they bled out together after senseless battle. Volo had found himself over and over and over again in Celestican tragedy and ancient theater and scripts, feelings he could never put into words, and even with his desires splayed out before him, still could not write it for himself.

He would wonder if that companionship was ever meant for someone like him. To hold and be held by another and laugh together. To share food and bed and story and hardship in a way simply not meant for lovers. To simply be with another. To share their journeys together. For stories to be intertwined.

The words were splayed before him, but he could not write it himself. 

He imagined the villagers of Jubilife shrugging again. Deeming him as merely ‘nontraditional’ and choosing to safely remain as merchant and customer and nothing more. Volo would shut his eyes and exhale. He’d put out the oil lamp and put his thoughts to sleep, and he’d go to bed alone again.

[bestqprshipbracket]

Best QPR Ship Group 4 Round 2

[darth-does-stuff]

(but darling, misfortune always has to arrive first)

Four superheroes in the city of Cyrin, a gilded and fantastical city full of exalted and wondrous powers, according to any outsider you asked. To the locals, it's a city with destruction around every corner, villains rearing their heads in an attempt at building a reputation, and fighting daily. And if you asked the heroes...they'd say that it's a city that has been their home for years on end and, deep inside them, they feel a need to protect it. But if you were to take a closer look at them, you'd see the heavy burden on their shoulders, for, ultimately, Cyrin is not a city without its prices.

aka: its a superhero au because i have absolutely 0 self control

[sky-kenobye]

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

Thanks @cottonraincoat for tagging me!

Last song: into the unknown, from frozen 2

Favorite color: blue

Last tv show: Ahsoka!

Sweet/spicy/savory: hmm ���� I have a sweet tooth but i have an easier time eating savory stuff so idk. I guess I'll go with savory

Relationship status: I'm honestly not sure. I'm in a qpr but we've grown so distant that I'm not sure we still are even though we haven't officially ended it 😬

Last google: halogen lamps

Current obsession: my long term current obsession is star wars obviously lol. My short term current obsession is painting my sewing box

I'm tagging @palfriendpatine66 @kingdomvel @fangeek-girl @ineffableobikin @tideswept @ineffable-snowman @yourfavoritefridge @somethingsteff @residentmiddlechild (no pressure of course)

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

just reread my cozy-blanket-and-tea comfort fic, the queerplatonic LAMP verse and its associated asexual dukeceit fic.

I'm curious, if this is not too personal: what is the difference between a queerplatonic relationship and an asexual romantic one to you? not in the sense of "there's no difference", obviously there is, but in the sense of "I know a bunch of aspec people and every one of them has a different answer to that question, so I'm curious what yours is"?

i think there are as many answers to that question as there are people in alloace romances and in QPRs tbh

i dont think any action is inherently romantic or queerplatonic. i dont think there is any real-life relationship that i as an outsider would feel comfortable sorting into one of those two boxes without being informed first by the participants.

And some QPRs have sex, some alloace romances are also aromantic and queerplatonic, be it because of mismatching or inherently queer orientations, and sometimes an alloace romance is ALSO a QPR

the only criteria for being in one or the other or both or niether is the answer you get when you ask

[rose-coloured-prince]

Prinxiety for the ship bingo!!!

Mostly romantically

But qpr prinxiety is so underrated

Also part of a bigger polycule is cause i ship (dr)lamp