#the polycule

[draculasweedsmokinggirlfriend]

"Why can't they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble?"

And so the polycule was formed.

[transcriptasareversa]

Old people with issues, part III. (I, II).

[i-smoke-chapstick]

all i can think of are gotham villians that would 100% get incredibly possessive, pissy, and pouty when they have a dream of Y/N cheating on them.

Oswald? Yeah. He’s waking up in a cold sweat, drinking himself into a hangover with lots of insecure thoughts, before being very standoffish the next day with you, maybe even a little mean. More irritated then usual. You can either wait it out for him to calm down and realize he’s being silly or he’ll get hyper attentive to every move you make and accuse you of ACTUALLY cheating 😭 knock some sense into this man pls. superstitious and paranoid bird man thinks it’s a sign.

Jerome. Unlike Oswald, he will surprisingly gently wake up in the middle of the night. Theres no cold sweat or jolting awake, he just opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling for a few minutes….before settling on VIOLENTLY shaking you awake. You’ll be half asleep, and youll have to listen to him rant into the next day about how dream you is a total sleeze. You’ll be able to go back to sleep though, since his ranting is pretty much white noise. Despite this, he’s inwardly pouting. Will be passive aggressive the next day.

Jervis!!! He wakes up with a start and cannot erase the thought of someone else touching you. Makes him violently ill. Will polietly excuse himself from bed (Jervis, reader is asleep, they cant hear you) and will either throw up or just start tweaking. Won’t be able to fall back to sleep. The next day expect some eerily calm smiles and EXTRA affectionate doting, just incase you think you arent getting enough attention at home with him. which is where you belong.

they are all delusional. i love them sm

[clubnate]

[kiwibirbkat]

Joey: Today I told my partner they did a good job and they broke down crying

Joey: We call that starved of affection as a child!

Katherine: Today my partner asked why I love them and I told them that I don't need a reason to love them, I just do, and they broke down crying

Katherine: We call that extreme self hatred!

Shubble: You wouldn't believe how much I've cried today-

[hubbman2]

commission for @calypsolemon eons ago,,

[jullythevamp]

literally them

[linskywords]

https://x.com/drailove/status/1811600468491272257?s=46&t=-V2NAQQlLt2yK_JFnHTqcg

POLYCULE ENERGY

YES IT IS

Your dad knows what's up. 😍

Image for those who don't want to follow the link:

[strangler-fish]

Me and the polycule (friend group)

[detectivebambam]

Keverejeandreil dynamics (since i consider myself an expert)

Kevi: Babygirl. gets doted on 100% of the time by everyone. he is also the main Piece of Ass of the group

Jean: Princess. he gets away with whatever he wants. he gets his hair pet and his head kissed and everyone spoils him.

Jeremy: Daddy. idk 😶.

Neil: The Cat. he quietly goes from one place to another and nobody ever really sees much of him, but when they do!!! that's their boy!!! look at him!!

Andrew: The Glue. strong, yet pliant. holds them together as individuals, and as a whole. the polycule would probably not work without him as the center of it all

[martianbugsbunny]

Crosshair's ex-husband and their long-distance boyfriend as he's having his romcom stair makeover moment <3

[transcriptasareversa]

I still like old people with issues, part II.

(part I).

[homoquartz]

colored it :)

[clubnate]

You're laughing, william beckett preformed slow down with fall out boy at msg, and you're laughing :/

[puffymucher]

The Ex

AKA a look into some of Hazel's personal struggles with herself and why- As well as her realizing the real reason she left for Pentagram City in the first place. This chapter covers her hesitance of talking about her time before working with Velvette.

TW FOR A BIT OF BAD EX TALK. the ex hasn't done nothin yet, we'll get there in the flashback

Today had started like any other day for Hazel.

She woke up decently early as the sinners screamed outside the window, slipping underneath the many arms, tails and legs alike from her partners. The bed creaked as she leaned her weight particularly hard, and the large hound had to hold her breath as the three still asleep adjusted accordingly, filling in the gap she'd made with no real hassle. It certainly was a sight, seeing Velvette curled up between the ridiculously larger Rosalina and the more average leaning Sage in bed.

Hazel's eyes scanned over the three once more, a crooked smile on her face as she finally made the effort to stand, scratching at the scruff of her chin as she made her way to the bathroom, stepping over discarded shoes and clothes from the night before, thrown away as they all filtered in to snuggle into bed. She did nearly fall, one of Velvette's heels being the cause, but she soon had recovered with a huff- Claw catching the doorway as she turned on the light.

It was still a bit jarring just how... Full the bathroom was. Hazel could recall many a times in her life where she wouldn't really think a tube of mascara left open would make her so soft, or the way the counter had been sanctioned off in zones for each of them made her snicker, but there were a lot of things she felt she'd outgrown. Herself, being one of them. Her tired eyes caught herself in the mirror, and as much as she was sure her girls would say she looked so "macho" and "handsome" rolling out of bed, she couldn't really find it in herself to agree with them. She combed, or at least tried to comb a claw through her thicker fur around her neck, but she found herself snagging a matt or two with even just the small effort. 'Shit, it ain't gettin' any better...' The hound growled to herself, a bit embarrassed over the fact that her simple method of forgetting it existed failed, yet again. As she continued to tug and yank at the knotted fur, an all too familiar feeling of dread prickled up her skin as she traced over something she'd thought she'd never remember.

-

It was a casual night out in the Lust Ring. Hazel herself had never really found herself going all that much to begin with since she moved here with her girlfriend, Indigo, a greed shark she'd met during her "daring escape". Not even a year ago, she'd finally escaped that damned house, and found herself.. Free. Of course, her heart grieved for her litter mates, her pack, but.. It was necessary. For survival, she told herself. Something she needed to do. It's what she needed to tell herself to get to sleep, at least. That wasn't really as important to her now. No, she was more focused on the stuffy air of the sleazy club Indigo had swore up and down about, that it was going to be an amazing night out and a perfect date all in all. That's at least what Hazel was told, and as she found herself getting pushed by another demon with no real respect, she realized that Indigo had gone off without her, again. Just like the last time, though this time Hazel couldn't really catch the shark demon within the crowd, and her heart sunk at the realization. Yet again, she'd been dragged around like some stupid pet dog, following after her girlfriend like a lost puppy before she was inevitably shoved off by another demon, before she inevitably found herself walking home alone again. Though, this time, she found herself busting open the doors much sooner than she usually would. No, she didn't sit around, sip awkwardly on her drink waiting at the door for her beck and call. Not anymore. No, tonight she walked with conviction, brows furrowed and her maw curled up into a snarl as she made her way to her and Indigo's apartment- This time she didn't even bother with the keys, her strength alone enough to rip the handle out of place. With that, she started the process of packing up her things. Considering the few months she'd been staying here, there wasn't much that she would really claim as hers, and not something that Indigo would demand back after just a day with an excuse that it really WAS hers. It was a bags worth of stuff, mostly clothes if anything, but.. Wait, where was- Where was her box of letters?

-

The recollection Hazel generally had with herself in the mirror every morning was soon cut short though, as she felt a pair of thinner arms wrap around her, a cheek nuzzling into her furry back as she looked down- Though, she knew who it was as soon as they walked through the door. "Mornin', Boss, miss me that much?" The reply she got in return was a muffled groan, and Hazel couldn't help but chuckle as she got distracted from her tangled mess, turning around and pulling Velvette into her arms with a snicker. "Gosh, yer grumpier than usual, what's got ya in a twist, love?" She was pretty sure that the few huffs and mumbles in reply were about her getting up and leaving, as she generally was the bed's heater at night. "...Did you make coffee yet?" Hazel rolled her eyes as she shook her head, which had Velvette groaning as she slammed her face back into the fluffy chest, though as she moved to wrap her arms around Hazel's neck, it.. Was rather odd that Hazel had gone up to intercept her, instead now holding her hands. The confusion was clear enough on the overlord's face, and Hazel gave a more awkward laugh. "Well- I better get started on yer cup, right?" The both of them knew that it really wouldn't be enough, and that they were going to be having a chat later together, if not with the four of them, but Velvette knew better then to press than that. So, as they unraveled, Hazel couldn't help her tail tucking between her legs as she exit the bathroom, feeling the overlord's gaze follow her the entire way, and apart of her was thankful for the plans today. She wouldn't get poked and prodded about it until later tonight, as, today was one of the days that Hazel was working with Rosalina- Another myth meeting, and this one she was actually invited too! That was exciting! Of course, she'd miss Velvette (though not the impending investigation), but she knew that Sage could handle it. Hell, Sage could come BACK if she died or was torn apart.. Hazel wasn't as lucky, but no one had really gotten that close. Not since....

Hazel huffed and shook her head as she started to brew the coffee, leaning against the counter as she watched the coffee drip into the pot, and she had the handful of mugs ready and waiting, every preference covered for. In moments like these, she was grateful that she only drank sugar in coffee form- And as she looked into her own cup, she swished the creamer around, ears flat against her head as she started to think again. 'What am I gonna tell her? That I just don't take care of it? She'll know I'm bullshittin' her.. And I ain't like lyin' to her much either. Fuck.'

The beep of the machine finishing it's pot had snapped her back, and as she poured the cups, she was met with Sage, who she handed a mug to with a smile and a little kiss to the top of the demon's head, which was met with an appreciative hum as they sipped at their mug, now leaning next to where Hazel continued to pour the other cups, not really minding the eyes on her. That was, until, Sage spoke up. "Mm, you seem like you're thinking about something, Hazelnut," How the fuck was she so easy? Hazel froze up, two mugs in hand, and she turned her head around, giving a nervous laugh. "Shoot, why do you say that, Bluebell?" The shakiness of her voice didn't help her case at all, and she nearly spilt the boiling hot coffee onto herself when Sage simply pointed at her tail. "You're not subtle, you never tuck your tail like that around here unless you were getting into some fun, and we all just woke up. I know you're quick- But, I'm assuming it's something else." It was hard to argue with that sort of logic, even with how stupid Hazel could be, and so she didn't. "Just.. Boss is gonna wanna talk to me, and I don't really know if I'm.. Ready?" Hazel sighed, now just staring at her cup, wishing she could just drown herself in it rather than talk about her mushy feelings about it. It was just fur, she told herself, she just.. Didn't want to go to a groomer yet. That's it. Nothing more. Too busy, most likely. That's what she kept telling herself. Sage took a few moments to ponder, tilting their head at the hound as they watched her internally struggle, before shrugging. "I can't force you to talk if you don't want to, I just was curious, love." Sage gives a soft little smile, raising their non-robotic hand up to gently caress Hazel's cheek, a gesture greatly appreciated with how she leaned into it. "...Thanks, sugar." Hazel mumbled out, that bushy tail of hers starting to finally wag again, and it was hard to deny that the demon's attempt at cheering her up had worked wonders.

"Now, you better get ready to go with Rosa, before Boss changes her mind and keeps you here." Hazel nodded in agreement as she scampered back off to the room, Sage's eyes following after her with a soft chuckle, enjoying the coffee and the show. - CHAPTER 1 END MAN. MAN ARE YALL READY FOR THE FUCKING LORE?? THIS FIC HAS REALLY BEEN A PAIN IN MY ASS AND THE REASON I HAVENT POSTED... i also will doodle some stuff for these probably idk

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