#tw old people polycule

[poppy-metal]

IM GOING BACK TO COACH PATRICK, FUCK IT

because he like. he knows how awful this is - you're like, probably barely twenty, for christsake. but you look at him with such dumbstruck adoration and he realises what it's like to hold that kind of real power over someone for the first time and he wonders if this is what him and art looked like that sunny afternoon watching tashi play.

and he knows hes a horrible, perverted, gross old man, because your backstroke is as clean and powerful as hers was. your cloying, puppy-dog voice whenever you're trying to get something you want is just like his. and maybe you're just a really fucking good tennis player. maybe he's making the resemblances up in his head.

but it doesnt matter because when you're face-down in your frilly pink bed begging for him to "fuck me harder, daddy, please, fuck--" he can pretend.

of course, he actually comes down to the even more horrible realization he might be in love with you. outside of your resemblance to his former lovers. which is a whole nother can of worms.

as is the first big tennis event you attend with patrick zweig as your coach - running right into the donaldsons. who think your game is great, and wouldn't you like to play with them sometime?

-toxic poly kit ♡

tw for: TOXIC POLYCULE IN THE MAKING. LIKE SO TOXIC. LIKE TASHI AND PATRICK ARE NOT GOOD PEOPLE AND NEITHER IS ART FOR THAT MATTER. READER NEEDS TO BE FAR AWAY FROM THESE PEOPLE BUT HER FATE IS SEALED.

cw: toxic age gap dynamics, cheating (not really but it feels like it), everyone but reader being a POS. age play talk hinted at but not explicitly on page, mommy and daddy kink. some dubcon mentioned as well.

I'm playing with the idea in my head of patrick using you as a distraction (at first) and later on - a way to get art and tashis attention. he knows them. he knows that seeing him be the coach of some up and coming tennis prodigy would grind their gears. you notice how tense he is on the day you play against donaldson - how much seriously he'd taken preparing you for this match. and you can see why. you're excellent, but art wipes the floor with you. you keep up as best you can but you've never gone against someone that intense before. by the end you're dripping sweat in rivers and panting. you feel sick, thinking you let down patrick, but when you meet him he's ecstatic. grinning ear to ear. he said he knew you wouldn't beat art - that wasn't the point. the point was to make him sweat a little, and you had. you'd gained both his and tashis attention with your style. he promises to take you out for ice cream later - he just needs to talk to some old friends first.

you wait for hours before you get antsy and go looking for him, the hotel you're staying at is big and the room is lonely without him. you look but you can't find him anywhere. it takes you awhile before you think to check the donaldsons suite. you ask the desk lady what room they're staying in and are surprised when she gives you a room key. says your name is on their guest list, along with patricks. you blink but take the key anyway. it's strange to you, you'd never met art or his coach - wife - before today. even though you'd seen them plenty on TV. you'd look up to them if you weren't already so spellbound by patrick.

you're naive, because you don't think to knock before going in - your mind just wants to see your coach - be near him, you don't mind at all that it's probably rude to drag him away from his friends.

you should have knocked.

you halt in the doorway as the sight before you registers. slowly like through molasses.

alot of bare skin. you recognize patricks body immediately, having felt it against your own plenty of times.

it's not just his body though. it's his and tashis and arts and they're all undressed and tashi is riding - she's riding patrick like she's done it a hundred times before, moaning loudly as she bounces up and down on that same cock you've felt inside you. patricks hands are on her waist - gripping her like a lifeline. you can hear his grunts too, he's chanting her name - over and over again in reverence. in adoration. your stomach twists.

and art, the man who'd you gone toe to toe with on the other side of the net just hours before is lying beside the two writhing bodies, slowly stroking his cock as he bites his bottom lip, seeming content to watch for the moment.

none of them heard you come in.

you don't know why you stand and watch for as long as you do. some twisted sense of masochism. you feel stupid you think, for thinking you meant anything to patrick other than a tight body to fuck and a ticket to land him where he is now. you feel stupid and so you burn this Image into your head and let it hurt you so you'll learn to not be this stupid ever again.

morbidly, you think of how beautiful they all look together. and how this isn't the first time they've all slept together. the ease of which their bodies move is too fluid.

tashi leans down and you get a view of her bare pussy split around patricks cock - she murmurs something to him, something that makes his fingers come around and dig into her ass as he hisses her name. something that makes arts hand speed up on his cock.

it's when his fist is wrapped around his tip that his eyes flick to the door idily - your eyes connect and his hand freezes on his dick. his pink lips part in shock and he sits up, the motion catching tashis attention and she turns her head, hips still moving on patrick. and something about that - about locking gazes with tashi in particular - sends you stumbling back.

you spin around and dart out of the room. you hear the sound of shuffling, patrick cursing and then calling your name but you're already gone. slamming the door behind you.

you don't really have anywhere to go. patrick drove you here. you're completely dependent on him to go back home. but the thought of patrick finding you right now, all pathetic and confused and heartsick - you can't stomach it.

you don't go back to the room. you leave the hotel entirely. lost in a city you've never been too.

in your pajamas.

people give you strange looks as you pass by and eventually you find a bar. you're not old enough to drink yet - but you're older than 18, so you're allowed in. you wish you could have a shot, but you settle for a glass of coke and cradle the glass in your hands, thinking about what to do.

you'll have to go back eventually.

or you could uber home? it'd be expensive as hell, given you were states away from home. you patted your bottoms stupidly only to realize you'd left your phone in the room.

great. you'd definitely have to face patrick.

you imagined the pitying look he'd give you. like you really thought he had any loyalty to you, that you were special. like his little girlfriend or something. stupid. stupid girl.

you blink in suprise when someone recognizes you from today's match, wanting your autograph. it gives you a moment of levity. at least you have tennis. you did really like the sport. you wanted to keep getting better at it. but could you do that under patrick still? with how you felt? you didn't know. the thought of seeing him at all made you want to throw up.

you spitefully hoped he felt like shit but you doubted he did. you at least hoped he was panicking about where you were. the stress was the least he could suffer.

you dont know how long you sat there. the ice cubes in your coke long since melted. you hadn't yet taken a sip - when you felt someone sit next to you. and a wash of elegant fragrance hit your nose. whoever it was, they had to be rich.

you peeked at them and your fingers twitched around your glass in shock.

tashi.

every hair perfectly in place. dressed to the nines in a simple black slip dress. looking stunning and beautiful and not at all affected by earlier events.

she tilted her head at you, “coke? really?” her lips curl. “don't you think you deserve something stronger?”

your lips part. you dont know what to say to this woman. this woman patrick is obviously in love with. you should spit in her face.

“im not old enough.” is what you say instead. meekly.

“jesus patrick,” she says under her breath. his name on her mouth makes your gut churn. she pinches her brow like she's tired. “at least tell me you're legal.”

“im nineteen” you tell her, a little petulant. you didn't like being treated like a child. well. except those times when patrick - no. don't think about him.

tashis manicured nails tap against the bartop as she studies you. you are reminded of how under dressed you are in comparison to her and twitch under her analytical gaze.

“that's some backhand.” she tells you conversationally and you don't know what to say to that. she's talking to you about tennis right now?

“thank you.” you're compelled to tell her anyway. an automatic response to her praise, which you sense doesn't come often.

it's strange that you want to cry and kick her and ask her for a hug all at the same time.

“have you always been that good?”

you stare down into the liquid of your glass, frowning.

tashi sighs. “you're hurt.” a statement. a noted fact. “patrick didn't tell you about us.”

tears prick your eyes. you don't look at her. so fucking stupid.

“have you been fucking him?”

you glance at her in suprise and she smiles. sly.

“I know you are, actually.”

“he told you?”

“no. but it's obvious.”

you go quiet again.

tashi fills the silence easily. “he's losing his mind looking for you right now. I don't think I've seen him so worried about someone other than himself.”

you try to ignore the way your heart jumps hopefully. fail. stupid. stupid.

“it doesn't matter.” you tell her. “why are you telling me this? you won him.”

she raises a brow.

“there's no winning patrick zweig. hes about as loyal as a dog. which is to say - he'll lick whoever holds a hand out.”

you don't know why you have the desire to defend patrick. you just don't like the way she's talking down about him. you don't think she's right, which is insane to think considering the situation you're in.

but had he ever promised you loyalty?

“you love him.”

another statement.

you don't bother denying it, either.

tashi hums. seeming to appreciate the lack of bullshitting. she shoulders her little clutch and flips her hair smoothly. everything about her is smooth, she moves effortlessly like water.

you can see why patrick wants her.

“come with me.” her hand slips into the dip of your elbow. you don't fight her as she tugs you up. she pays your tab - just an undrunk coke. “I'll get you something real to drink back at the hotel.”

you flinch at the reminder of the scene you walked in on. she sees it and squeezes your arm, guiding you outside. for some reason unknown to you, it comforts you. the touch somehow dominant and maternal all at once. you let her lead you back to the hotel like a lost little lamb.

when you get back to her room - patrick is immediately in your space - he's frantic and relieved and angry all at once. big hands cupping your face. holding you back to inspect you for any damages. worried eyes flicking up and down your body. his fingers dig into your shoulders and he gives you a little shake when he decides you're okay.

“dont ever pull that shit again.” his voice has that serious, pissed tone to it that usually makes your pussy wet. and well, it still does. but now you're genuinely upset.

you smack his hands off you. “don't tell me what to fucking do. you're my coach not my dad. I don't report to you.”

his eyes flash. his jaw ticks. you hate how fucking beautiful he is when he's angry. you hate that you know the reason his hair is wild and stuck in all directions and his shirt is on inside out is because he'd been in the middle of fucking another woman.

said woman who is pouring herself a glass of wine and watching the interaction with thinly veiled interest. art comes up to her, touches her arm, and she gives him a look, seeming to communicate alot with just that. he bites his lip and leans his hip against the dresser, watching you too.

“im not your daddy, huh?” patrick says, mean. “funny because that's not what you said last night when I was inside that tight cun -”

your palm rings from the slap you deliver. his head snaps to the side with the force of it. your eyes burn and you shove a finger into his chest. he looks down at you in shock, his cheek red from your handprint, lips parted as you get in his face.

“and you'll never feel it again.” you tell him, chin wobbling. you force it straight. “I don't want your fucking slimy hands on me ever again.”

patrick works his jaw. licks his teeth and you realize you'd slapped him hard enough to split his lip when he tongues the beading of blood there.

“you're a child.” he tells you. cold.

you glare up at him.

“yeah, one you couldn't keep your dick out of despite being in love with two other people. fucking pervert. I bet you signed up to coach all those girls because no one your age would fuck you and some jailbait pussy would be good for your bruised ego, huh.”

patrick is looking at you like he wants to wrap his hands around your neck and choke you. you almost wish he would. your pulse hammers wildly in your throat, and you shoot a look at tashi and art over his shoulder and she dips her head - something about that motion - like she's giving her approval for you to go on, makes you lick your lips and continue -

“and I bet when I threw myself at you and begged for private lessons it felt real fucking nice to be wanted like that. to have someone in the palm of your hand that thought the world of you, only because she couldn't see the real you -” you step closer, craning your neck to meet him. “- but I see the real you now patrick. and I know you're nothing but a bumfuck loser who couldn't amount to anything on his own, so you had no choice but to manipulate someone more naive than you into thinking you were hot shit.” you gesture to tashi and art. “and they're married, patrick. they're in love. you'll never fully be apart of what they have, but you'll keep taking scraps because you're fucking pathetic when it comes down to it.”

“stop fucking talking.” he grits out. he looks, for the first time, like he hates you. “you don't know shit, little girl.”

good.

“you're right I don't.” you step back. “I don't think I can begin to grasp the dynamic going on here between the three of you, but I do know I want no part in it.”

you reach behind you for the door. “im going back to the room. do what you want and then take me the fuck home tomorrow.”

the snick of the door closing sounds more like a resounding slam. patrick stares at the empty space you occupied and swallows heavily. his chest aches. he rubs his jaw.

“I like her.” tashi says, coming up behind patrick. her breasts push against his back through her dress but he doesn't feel anything. “she reminds me of me at that age. is that why you fucked her?”

patricks lip twist to the side and he steps away from her. turns and glares even though he knows this shit is all his own fault.

“she's nothing like you.” he spits.

“she is and she isn't.” art says. he'd been chewing on his nail, elbow propped up on the dresser. “she has tashis fire. but she's sensitive. vulnerable, too. you really fucked her up, man.”

a pang hits patrick right in the stomach.

“I dont know how to fix it.” he admits miserably. he squeezes his hands into fists. runs a hand through his disheveled hair. puffs out a breath. “she fucking hates me.”

“it'll make her a better player.”

“jesus, tashi. that's not what this was about-”

“I know.” she shrugs. “but it will. she might even beat art next time.”

art snorts, but he doesn't disagree. a big part of him feels so bad for you - he sees himself in you, too. that adoration you had for patrick. that hope and fragile tender heart. it was unfortunate you'd gotten wrapped up in patrick and tashis orbit just like he was, because there really was no escape. you could let it eat you alive and make you miserable, or you could jump into the fire and let the flames consume you. art had made his choice long ago, but the decision hadn't been easy. he just hoped it didn't break you, in the end. he had liked playing with you. would like to do so again.

tashi slid her hand up patricks arm.

he inhaled, “I dont know if…”

“its alright.” she told him, running her other hand down his stomach and cupping his already hard cock through his slacks. patrick moaned, unable to help himself. swaying into her. “I want you to tell me about her while you fuck me.”

arts cock twitched in his sweats despite himself. he swallowed at about the same time patrick did.

“tash.” patrick groaned as she undid the buttons - slid his pants down and gripped his flushed cock. “you're so fucked up.”

tashi just grinned, using her grip on his cock as a leash as she stepped back pulling him with her - art watched like a hungry hawk. already sliding his own hand into his sweats to grip himself.

tashi layed back on the bed like a cat, spread her thighs as patrick leaned over her - guided him inside her -

“tell me how tight she is.” tashi whispered right as he slid home and patricks eyes fluttered shut with a groan as he rocked his hips. tashi gripped his ass to pull him fully against her. “tell me.” she panted.

“she's - fuck - she's so fucking tight. has the smallest fucking pussy -”

tashi hummed and licked her lips - “mm, I bet. did she bleed the first time?”

art cursed as his cock throbbed. tashi looked over at him with a knowing glint in her eyes as he flushed with shame. tugged on his cock helplessly as he waited with baited breath for patricks answer.

“Yeah. shit, yeah.” patrick hunched over tashi, working his hips faster. the smack of their flesh starting to fill the room. “but she wanted it. so fucking much - fucking - fuck - begged me to put it in again when I pulled out.”

tashis eyes fluttered, her own flush filling her cheeks. art realized she was getting off on this too, it wasn't just about teasing patrick. art groaned. his wife was such a fucking sadist and he loved her for it.

“begged her daddy to break her little virgin pussy in -” she goaded, wrapping her legs around him. “know she calls you that. can see it all over her face. you're such a dirty old man.” she moaned, the insult having no heat with how turned on she sounded by it. “she's in her room crying and her daddys gonna cum in my pussy thinking about fucking his little girl.”

jesus christ.

the sound patrick let out was animalistic. he pressed tashi down into the bed - fucked her hard and fast and tashi squealed - wrapped her arm around his shoulder and whispered dark things in his ear that art couldn't hear but just the image of it all - the debauchery of what they were all doing- getting off to you- he was so close -

“should've made her stay - should've fucked the brat out of her while me and art watched - should have fucked me in front of her and made her lick your cum out of my pussy, fuck. I wanna see you fuck her - I wanna see how that tight little pussy takes this big cock - you're not gonna listen to her are you? she doesn't mean it. she wants you to touch her, she wants you to force yourself into her disobedient cunt and show her who her daddy is. she doesn't control you. daddy fucks who he wants. she needs to be punished - she needs - fuck - she needs to be broken in more - you should let me do it - let mommy have a go at her - let me play with your little girls pussy - let art have her too. we'll show her. we'll make her good again for her daddy -”

dark promises whispered and pressed against patricks ear until he came inside her with a roar. imagining you under him, with all of them there, watching him force his load deep inside you.

in your room, you lay on the hotel bed and wondered what the future would hold. for the first time, you were nervous about it.

[kit-williams]

Just Let us Adore You

tw: Polycule/Polyandry/Reverse Harem (Idk if these are the right terms the google machine says so), Male Yandere(s), Obsession, Possessive Males, Obsessive males

Protective Head: Sor Delyn Flirty Wing: Kazi Delax Dependable Wing: Moremo Klaek

How did they get here? Sor watched over the throng of people as their little Dove was once more trying her peaceful protests. Kazi and Moremo were the closest to her just in case anything went wrong. Sor had hopped the scare would push her into letting them take control and do things their way... but they couldn't say no to her. How passionately she believed! Sure her partner in crime left after Moremo started taking more responsibilities and they could tell his heart wasn't fully in it as she was.

How did they get here. The Raven Guard was simply sending a small amount of brothers to check on this planet... they weren't keeping up their tithes and they had always been good to the sons of Corax. Sor, Kazi, and Moremo were the last 3 left from the ambush, and from their Dove not long after such they announced their break away from the Imperium. But their darling... she was on their side. She figured and hoped, God Emperor bless her, hoped that she could do things in a way that didn't lead to violence. The brothers saw the writing on the wall and so they attached themselves to her group and began to cultivate the eventual power claws that would have to come out.

Originally... they were just going to get rid of her but they needed a human element... they needed her. Sor felt guilty at what was most likely going to happen but he couldn't say no to they way her eyes glistened and shone, desperate to believe that the humble movement she started wasn't heading towards the inevitable violent conclusion. Her old second in command put it very succinctly, "You'll either succeed or become the first martyr." But, he and his brothers would be there to wipe and kiss away her tears... most likely Kazi would be the first to get his hands on her to distract her.

Depending on how things went it was a toss up between himself and Moremo who got to be with their little visionary next. Sor still feels so dirty yet still on a delicious high after he scared her... he knew they were going to try and kill her... he found their roost and just made sure to miss by a hairsbreadth. The way she clung to him once they got back to the nest, he was the defacto "muscle" and "protector". Kazi was the most "human" of the group being far more cheerful than usually morose ravens... and so was Moremo but he had a way about him... a charisma that Kazi lacked... he was diplomatic. Sor just made sure all the bad things went away... Kazi just made sure she always was happy... and Moremo just made sure that everything was going smoothly.

The screams started as the body double dropped. It was a precaution that Sor had begged their Dove to consider and she was more than willing to die to help bring the planet back into the Imperial fold. They were unwilling to let her become a martyr for this. Perhaps Moremo was right, they were latching on to the mortal too hard and too quickly, hypocrite was latching too. They were still mourning their last shared beloved but she reminds them so much of her.

"Move out make sure they don't slaughter the Civvis." Sor groused as he pulled out his rifle and began to turn traitors into mist.

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Kazi adored their little revolutionary! But she just was far too stubborn. She kept dodging his affections for her... playing them off as just being grateful flirtations for keeping them hidden from the traitorous government. Which was partially true, but she just was such a darling!

It was easy for him to pull her away from her old second in command... or rather situationship. Oh the poor man had no chance when three angels came to her asking for a safe haven. Kazi would swear on the Codex Astartes that he saw her blush and the wonder in her eyes as they humbly asked for a haven. It only took a little bit of training to get her to stop flinching when he would touch her, her hair, the curve of her hip, her waist... it took more after that to get her to just accept the fact that they could and would pick her up and move her.

Oh it was cute the fish out of water look on her face, the indignit frown, or the cute giggles as she pretended to be angry at being put under his arm as he carried her off or over his shoulder. Kazi found it very hard to not give her a spank when he threw her over his shoulder. He was the one to put forward that she should start sleeping with one or two of them. Playing off the wording as being just an astartes and above mortal phrasing. He's certain she could handle two of them at once. The nest he played off the accidental gropes as just trying to get her... him being hard? Adrenaline dear Dove and certainly not from her sweet scent.

Oh even Sor came round at night during her ovulation as that was one of the few nights they would lock the door and all three would rest in the room with her, though they would hardly get rest. But now was hardly the time to think about that. Kazi popped up from the cover and fired several rounds of bolt shot into the armored vehicle.

"So who is going to comfort our Dove when we get back." Kazi said looking around for a moment as the cabin of said vehicle was quite red.

"Now is hardly the time to discuss." Moremo groused.

"I mean she's going to be so upset..." He cooed.

"And shaken up. So it's going to be Sor. You know the deal." Moremo replied causing Kazi to frown.

"Well certainly then I get to be next."

"Wrong again Sargent." Moremo huffed, "I'll probably be next as we will have to discuss business before pleasure."

Kazi just frowned harder and perhaps chucked a brick, astartes strength hard, at a statue and watched a decent chunk of it break. Well he would get his chance to comfort and soothe their little dove once they were given control of the movement. Then all their Dove had to do was just make a few speeches occasionally and be there for them to find comfort in.

Kazi turned on his heels and rushed down the road.

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Moremo knew that he had all but in name hijacked her movement the moment he became the second in command. Sor had hijacked it by allowing the more violent elements in while Kazi distracted her from noticing how militant her peaceful movement was becoming. He sighed as he was the last to fall for their sweet Dove.

He tried his hardest to not fall for her. They were still mourning their last Dove. Kazi had taken her death the hardest so him trying to latch onto another Dove so quickly wasn't too shocking. But when Sor latched on... seeing his quiet and tender Brother being held by their Dove... oh he knew she was for them. Her, as Kazi called it, Situationship Second in Command was trying to pull her away from them. To have her abandon their movement as soon as the brothers wanted to get involved.

Oh Kazi and he found it laughably easy to cock block the man. To pull her away... to see the jealousy seethe beneath the skin as they continued their affectionate gestures. Moremo had moved in after the fight that their Dove and that man had... she didn't deserve to be blown up at... he just was wildly jealous as they were space marines and as they had told her... were above mortal wants and affections.

He relished holding the tender Dove in his lap as he nuzzled her cheek just distracting her with all the bird noises he could make... the coos and whistles as he wooed her with several mating calls. Their Dove knew eventually that they would probably take over and he felt so very honored when she started to give control over to them. He took up the mantle of second in command.

He was the one to help convince her to sleep with them. He was able to spin it with Sor's help as she would be safer with two of them around her. It wasn't exactly a lie... but perhaps their intentions were less than pure. Where Kazi steals touches... Sor gets hugged by her whenever he isn't expecting it... Moremo steals her time the most.

"I've cleared out my section." He speaks, "We should head back we will need to assure everyone that our Dove isn't dead."

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Sor was allowed his solo time in the nest with their Dove. Kazi watched like a bird with its feathers wet as she was sobbing into Sor's neck. He was crooning into her hair as his large hands rubbed her back. Moremo was currently mobilizing several branches of their operation. She pulled her head back and looked into Sor's black eyes with her wet looking ones, "I didn't want anyone to die!"

Kazi opened his mouth but Sor shot him a glare. When he wanted time with the Dove... Sor did not share. He was private with his affection... and wanted it to remain intimate, "I know sweetheart... but she knew the risk. She was willing to do this for you."

"What do I tell her family?" She sobs feeling guilty over what has happened.

"She will be remembered as a martyr for the cause. She will be remembered as giving up her life to help bring your planet back into the embrace of the Imperium." Sor says softly into her hair. "We need you to get a hold of yourself Dove. We need you to make a recorded speech."

"Why me? I'm hardly a charismatic leader. I'm just a crybaby who got in too deep." She says sniffling.

"Because we trust you. You hold the trust of three Astartes. Remember that is quite powerful." Had they not cared so deeply for their Dove... months ago someone else would have taken over. But by the Emperor there was so much blood on their hands from seditious elements inside of her own "faction". No they didn't want their Dove to be ousted she was going to be their voice.

Moremo walked over and looked inside, "Are you ready little Dove?"

She pulled away from Sor and followed the Raven.

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She could feel herself getting a headache from all the crying... the speeches... the whirlwind of the day. The bed was so soft as she put an arm over her eyes just thinking about the events of today. She officially announced how her movement was leaving behind its peaceful roots only to take them back up once they were back in the fold. How she was handing over leadership to the Ravens... she wasn't exactly stepping down but she wasn't keen on running a violent thing.

She didn't understand why they wanted her around...

"Look at her..." She heard Kazi whisper from her left, "so pretty." Something she was use to hearing him say but the way he said it this time left something in her stomach.

"She must be tired from today." Moremo said from the right of her.

The soft closure of the door... and the click of the lock made her hold her breath for a moment. She was scared to move the arm over her eyes as the air practically tasted different. Charged with electricity that she was unfamilair with... and charged with a high voltage. The bed sank as she felt her knees pulled apart and moved her arm to see Sor kneeling between them. His eyes suddenly seemed to be fully black... she looked between the three and could see their eyes being fully black.

Her heart was racing as the three of them leaned in

Sor pulled her hips to his as he gyrated them just looking at her with unabashed adoration. "You did so good today." He cooed as she pulled back till her back was against the headboard.

"Such a good dove!" Kazi said as he crawled onto the bed causing her to flinch and jump.

"You did your part well little Dove. Thank you for handing it over to us." Moremo said crawling on the bed as well as she was now encircled.

She swallowed the fear as best as she could, "I... I did my best." She could see such unhinged adoration in Kazi's eyes but Moremo's black eyes were also drowning her in adoration. She yelped as Sor pulled on her ankle and she was on her back as the three of them crawled closer to her. Her breathing was quickening as she looked between the three Space Marines. "So... so what happens to me now?"

"We protect you... you're still the face of the movement." Sor said before his mouth latched onto her neck. Intimately kissing the crux of her neck and shoulder blade before sucking a large hickey into her skin. Her breath shuttered as she couldn't help it... she liked Sor... she liked the three of them. They watched their Dove's eyes unfocused and how she sucks on her bottom lip.

"Yes Dove... you need to be kept safe and make our speeches." Kazi turned her head toward his as his thumb pressed on her chin and opened her mouth as he cooed and leaned in for a kiss.

"So please little Dove just keep our nest warm." Moremo panted softly as he latched onto the other side of her neck and left his own hickey. Her eyes closed as her tongue gently played with Kazi's before he and Sor switched spots.

Kazi sucked on the hollow of her throat feeling the way she swallowed as Sor kissed her. His tongue less gentle than Kazi's taking a more dominant approach. When Kazi pulled his mouth away with a pop he grinned down as the three looked at the large hickies on her skin as she laid there with swollen lips. Her arm covering her eyes again as her cheeks were darkened from a blush on her face.

"Should we show her how much she means to us?" Kazi cooed and she once more shyly uncovered her eyes to look up at them as they looked down at her with nothing but adoration in their eyes.

How could she say no to such adoration?

[rei-ismyname]

X-Men #3 (From The Ashes)

At last, this book is starting to cook and show us where these people are at. Scott Summers enjoyers are eating well today, always good to see. Full coverage under the cut, and spoilers of course. TW discussion of violence, anxiety/PTSD mention.

Jed McKay hits the ground running with a bunch of goons called Shrikes having inserted into the Factory, the Alaskan X-Men's base. Shrike is Latin for 'butcher' and the eponymous bird is known for impaling stuff, so we can assume that they're not nice dudes. They caught a ride from the Vanisher (a 60s X-Men foe who has popped up here and there as a mercenary teleporter/unwilling X-Force asset. His aesthetic is much better these days) who's like 'damn y'all live like this' but objects to them using the term 'mutie.' Bro, you're dropping black ops goons into their house for an unnamed quid pro quo, you think their allies?

Implications...

- The Shrikes want to be inflicting casualties but they're deferring to Lundqvist, who doesn't. Not yet at least. We don't know if they're contractors or part of O*N*E (Office for National Emergency), a government agency I'm surprised still exists, given its abject failures in containing, protecting, or killing mutant schoolchildren.

- These jerks are Team One, clearly part of a larger group or organisation.

- They're professionals with quite advanced technology, and while one slur doesn't necessarily make them frothing racists, they're seemingly ideologically aligned with this mission.

Meanwhile, Scott ain't home right now. We don't get enough of his conversation with Rogue to see where their relationship is at, but we learn the Uncanny X-Men team are moving on Graymalkin and will not wait to synchronize plans or discuss it further.

- They're moving on Graymalkin? That name has been used quite a bit, so we can't be 100% sure if it's Cable's spaceship (unlikely), Xavier's 200 year old ancestor who was buried beneath the mansion for centuries (also unlikely), Graymalkin Industries, or a little house on Graymalkin Lane.

- Considering Scott's estimation that it'll escalate everything, I have to assume it's the X-Mansion. Rescuing Chuck? I don't see Logan wanting to do that. Killing him? That'd be a no from Rogue. Shutting down the torture prison that Chuck's in? Maybe. There's a lot of threads in the X-books and if the 'strays' came from there it'd tie a bunch together while inciting conflict. I guess we'll see.

- Of course Scott has plans. No clues here as to what they are.

- I've said it before, but I don't buy why these teams are separate or even in conflict with each other. It's going to feel inorganic for as long as we don't get an explanation. In UXM 1, Logan was acting like Schism Logan, which didn't even make sense back then. He's been living with Scott and Jean in a polycule for the last X years, and Scott/Rogue were on a Krakoan team together. These people trust and love each other, they've been family for decades. Everyone considers it a dark time for mutants and they have every reason to both want and need to work together. Show us why they're not! I beg you.

- The aforementioned Lundqvist has showed up with heavies to the diner, which the cop doesn't love. He says it's payback for embarrassing him, but considering what team one are doing that's almost certainly not the full reason.

- Looks like their relationship is adversarial. What's holding him back, though?

- Interesting. It was a government-owned Sentinel factory, and it was part of a settlement. I really want more information on Scott Summers v The United States. She-Hulk was his counsel too, I wonder if she was his trial lawyer on this. I'm assuming settlement has at least 3 meanings there, which is clever.

- I wonder if Scott got to choose. He likes Alaska, I could see him demanding it strategically. If the US chose it, ooof. A sentinel factory about as far as you can get from the Marvel hotspots while still being in the US. The whole 'implication' is ugly as hell too.

Is Scott Summers taking this shit?

As Collossus would say, nyet Tovarich, he is not taking it. Good to see he's not fucking around, though in that list of damages I'm very aware 'being forcibly deported from our nation' is not on it. Krakoa comes up, but it's being deprioritised and erased. It's a fist pump moment, but it still makes me sad.

- Shit yeah, get angry dude. You should be.

- Lundqvist is hard to read but he seems to be put in his place.

- Love the BLT power move.

Hahaha! Look at him chowing down with his mouth full. I just ordered a BLT, sometimes you forget how much you enjoy something until you read or hear about it, you know? Anyway, what does this dickhead want Scott to do about it? You know, aside from what he already is - trying to handle it. If he wasn't stalling for his goon squad I'd dismiss it completely.

- The ongoing mystery of the manifesting mutants gets a nod as national news. I can imagine Tucker Carlson or JK Rowling being the worst with this. The Truthseekers name feels very true to life. Right wing kooks are all about weaponising what is true and what is not.

- Scott not knowing what a thermobaric bomb is has some significance, but I think it tells us more about Lundqvist that he does. They're a fuel only type of explosive mostly associated with atrocities. Research indicates they're a very painful and comparatively slow way to die, bc the brain is still active while the body is torn apart or worse. Fuck this guy.

- I did wonder what those drone looking things were last issue. Seems the Truthseekers have some good technology, and may be looking to deny the X-Men theirs (if they're working with the government, which, come on. They always are.

HAHAHA. EAT A DICK LUNDQVIST. Okay he's getting to the point. The X-Men make him look bad because they're doing his job and not covering it up.

- Either he doesn't know Scott very well or he's running out of shit to say. I really dig what's happening with body language here.

- X-factor are a joke in and out of universe. Sorry not sorry but Alex is too. I do wonder who has better intel on x-factor. Scott has always valued intelligence, though I wonder if he's more likely to get it from Warren or Alex. Warren is reliable AF, always has been. I can totally see him enduring that embarrassment to be the man on the inside. Alex could go either way tbh. He is not reliable at all. Most recently he moved to Limbo to be with Maddie and it was not a healthy relationship. It was codependent and Alex, at least was delusional. He also spent a while as a demon zombie.

- That's been brushed aside and for some reason he and Lorna seem to have regressed 15 years. They argued and the impression I got was Lorna was team mutant, Alex was team government/human? That kid's a mess so it's hard to tell. They could be running a long con - we'll see.

- But yeah, Scott's not having it. At all. Carrot or stick - choose! I do like the Brotherhood mention but I swear to god this better not be used to villainise Scott and fuel infighting with the Uncanny team.

Meanwhile... Shrike Team One are well prepared for the mission. They can't be sensed psychically or with any technology. Beast gets knocked out like a chump, but Ilyana can see souls.

See what I mean about technology denial? The last Cerebro unit too.

- Obviously it would be a loss but Beast could build another, right?

- Tumblr image limits being what they are I'm not including the action panels. I'll just say they're okay. Nothing amazing.

- Temper/Idie takes them out and laughs at their thermite (really not messing around, that stuff is wild) while getting off a few badass one liners.

- Magneto doesn't join the fray for some reason (He'd solve it instantly) and chats with Temper. Krakoa is mentioned, as is her imprisonment, but I'm not touching that further right now. When they actually show us where Magneto is I'll have lots to say, for now he's just sitting and saying lightweight stuff. Temper doesn't like or respect Mags though.

Wrapping up, the goons failed and the X-Men minus Mags and Beast drop them off.

- The official position is 'yes, we will fight America if you insist. Stop making threats and breaking into my house. Also, my wife is a God. You know that right? Now gtfoh.'

- It's really cool, though we've kinda been here before.

Something is wrong with Scott? It looks like an anxiety attack to me, tbh. Can't blame him, though I have a feeling it's more than that. Full on anxiety disorder/PTSD Cyclops would be new, I wonder if they'd do it. I guess we'll find out.

And to end on some... news... Trevor Fitzroy is back. yay 😮‍💨. Alive somehow, and resurrecting a ludicrous group from the 2000s. I wonder if Shinobi Shaw and Cortez will be there too. He's also killing mutants for ratings, something that's been done as recently as Krakoa. Not looking forward to it. MAKE UP NEW STUFF FFS.

At the end of the day I enjoyed the issue, mostly by virtue of something happening. Cyclops and Agent Lundqvist chatting in a diner carried it with moments that I'm sure we'll be seeing for years to come as 'fuck yeah' posts on Reddit. The art is competent, nothing really stands out for me besides the body language I mentioned. The art style and choices are probably a whole separate post, like why Cyclops looks 25.

Thanks for reading.

[adamsuniverse1144]

Screaming, crying, throwing up because my Throuple is coming together wonderfully 🥹🥹🥹

AHHHH I FORGOT TO ADD THE TW!!! Life is hard, cancer, growing up too fast, MCD, angst with a happy ending ✨

NOW FOR AN INFO DUMP:

🤍 The adorable blonde is Anna. In the grand scheme of things, she’s the ray of sunshine and endless energy. Anna is dating both boys after they (their entire friend group) met at college. She’s a Neutral Good character, she can be really reallllly petty but she’s got such a kind heart. Anna was kicked out of her home at 16 for being trans, and later on we find out she was adopted into a really dangerous area. Her foster parents are assholes and continue to ignore any kind of contact she wants now that she’s “unholy”. She moved out and immediately fell into the arms of a teacher who’d been gr00ming her for years and “helped” with her transition. (I say “helped” because paying for top surgery isn’t really a noble act when you’re a fucking creep). In college she met all of the other characters, including her two Mains Hazel and Adam. It was a bit of a task to get them to stop fighting over her (like a whole ass fist fight almost happened because Adam does 𝑛𝑜𝑡 back down and Hazels a little hotheaded), but being sucked into the same friend group by association brought the boys close together, and eventually they fall in love too, making the Vee polycule a throuple 🥹🥹🥹 If people thought the two main characters were a slow burn, they were sadly mistaken with these guys 😂.

🤍 She eventually moves to a group of houses clustered together with the eight person friend group they’ve created for themself and you know what? Fuck you, she lives happily ever fucking after with a few minorly traumatizing instances. They start a band because actually why the fuck not when so many of them love to sing and are musically inclined?

🤍 Her relationship with her two Mains is heavily influenced by Die Antwoord, or in other words, she’s their Little. They cherish the hell out of her and she’s very happy, especially having six other partners. It can be a little chaotic with eight people living in close quarters but she couldn’t be more thankful and she deserves it all.

🤍 All jokes aside, Anna is a real huge inspiration to me. She’s been through so much, and she’s living a life she never thought she’d be so lucky to have 🥹

🤍 Age: She’s 24 in this picture

Height: 5’7

Orientation: Bisexual

Favorite color: Rainbow or anything that sparkles.

Alignment: Looks like a cinnamon roll, IS a cinnamon roll

Place in the band: Strong alto, working on her range into soprano

🤍✨Favorite quote: “I don’t need a nap! You guys are 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 my joy!”

💛 HAZELLLLLL 😍😍😍 is the guy with the dreads. His actual name is Artez, but his mother’s maiden name sounds so much like Nutella that everyone consistently mishears or mispronounces it as that, and hence the joke “Hazel” like “Hazelnut”. Hazel is on the other spectrum of sunny; he likes to look on the bright side. He loves his partners with his life and can be a little protective, but it’s all in good standing with the others. Being a 6’5 black man comes in handy I guess because having trans partners gave him a little sass when it comes to telling people to fuck off and leave his hot partners alone. There’s a running joke that he has to beat people off with sticks, but actually cannot perceive when anyone he’s not close to is flirting with him.

💛 Hazel grew up in a relatively happy home, but his sister was sick for months before they found out she had leukemia. His mother had raised them both alone, so he started picking up the slack around the house. He slept in his sisters room so his mom could get sleep, he’d wash her sheets and help her remember the various invasive appointments and procedures. His mom went off the deep end for a bit trying to bring her health back in ANY way possible. Like any normal 8 year old, this stressed him the hell out. He had a temper that flared all the time at school, and he barely made it out of Middle School without being expelled. His sister died his sophomore year which only served to feed his grief and anger at the world. During that time, the only person who seemed to understand him was his mother and they grew extremely tight knit. She’s referenced or called a couple times in the story, and he visits her whenever they have the free time. Fun fact: his mom met Anna and told her she was so happy to have a daughter again and I cried writing it 😅🥰🥹😍

Hazel met Anna first in college, and of course with their similar personalities, they hit it off. She was bright and silly and everything he’d ever searched for when it came to partying and munches (ifykyk). Unfortunately, another man was sniffing around and he was livid. Of course the man ended up staking his claim on Anna’s right hand, and Hazel (though happily) snatched the left. One girl, two hands, and two boyfriends that hate the fuck out of each other turned into my personal favorite troupe: High Energy Sparkle Princess, Cheerful Jock and Grumpy Little Ball of Darkness.

💛 Age: He’s 25 in this picture

Height: 6’5

Orientation: Bisexual

Favorite color: Yellow

Alignment: Looks like he will unalive you, is a cinnamon roll

Place in the band: Drummer, Bass and Baritone. Think Khalid, Lah Pat, and a lot of Lil Wayne

💛✨ Favorite quote: “Aw, is that what you wanted? You came in here dressed to the nines so I’d call you my princess?”

🖤 SPEAKING OF GRUMPY LITTLE BALLS OF DARKNESS: ADAM!

Now I know what commoners around my page might be thinking, “Wait, isn’t one of the pages alters named that or something? Something with an ‘A’… maybe Adrian? Adonis?” It’s Adam, if you didn’t know and yes.

This character is extremely important to me, very much extremely important. Not that most will care but I just finished a really big part of therapy, and have a more clear vision of a couple of my alters. I put a lot of blood, sweat and tears into this character and Jeanne (my therapist) was so helpful and kind about how taxing it was to bring him out a bit more. Anyways…

🖤 Adam is… well… he’s just built different. No I don’t mean cool necessarily, I just mean he is very much still a mystery to a lot of the characters in the story. He’s wise but he can be silly, he’s responsible but I wouldn’t recommend reading his mind, and he’s nice but I wouldn’t say you should piss him off on purpose either. He’s a lot of things, and the rest of them absolutely adore him despite him being a bossy little dictator– Oh sorry, a “Top-Leaning Dominant”. I believe the phrase, “A freak in the sheets and everywhere else too” would be a fine analysis 😂 He’s mild tempered so he genuinely doesn’t really yell at people, and he’s kind of a pack animal. He prefers and is most comfortable with his polycule and Mains and any other people trying to talk to him makes him extremely uncomfortable. He’s happy where he is and does not wish for anything more.

🖤 (Adam’s backstory has some of mine in it, I’ll admit. Not the first part though 😂) He always knew he was a boy, and when he finally brought it up to his parents they were extremely supportive and fought for him to get everything he’d need to feel comfortable in his skin. He was fulfilled, but unfortunately depression is hereditary. He suffers from Major Depressive Disorder characterized by being okay more often than not and then having a horrible crash that can last anywhere from a day and a half to an entire month of the worst depression one can describe. After a poor coping mechanism goes horribly wrong, he dies at 18.

🖤 Just kidding! They electrocute his ass back to the world of the living and put him in The Grippy Sock Hotel for three months of intensive therapy and med adjustment. During that time his arm is in a sling, but he does his best to actually put in effort despite the supreme “done” feeling in his chest. His parents aren’t allowed to visit because he doesn’t want them to see him like this, but they pick him up and tell him he doesn’t have to hide it anymore.

🖤 His parents tell him about the real college they went to and he shrugs himself into applying there. He’s really shy and anxious at first, but then he meets Anna. Adam has also known he was gay for a long time and never so much as looked once at a girl, but he sees Anna and it’s love at first sight for him. Her rambunctious excitement matches his brooding gothic sensibilities quite nicely. That Bozo hanging out with her is on his hit list until he and Hazel end up getting a very stern talking to by one of their mutual friends about being animals over Anna and it embarrassed him enough to try and be friendly with the stupid asshole constantly smirking at him to royally piss him off. It takes him a very long time to warm up to people, but Hazel manages to annoy his way into his heart and you know the rest.

Age: 24

Height: 5’6

Orientation: Homoflexible

Favorite color: Black and Purple, but mostly black

Alignment: Looks like they might unalive you, will unalive you if its convenient

Place in the band: He can do a lot of everything, but he prefers mixing music or rapping. Think… NF but not annoying, Yung Gravy but not stupid, and a dash of Lil Wayne (I only say that because he can freestyle and create stories with it, it’s actually really cool)

🖤✨Favorite quote: “The next person to call me an edgelord is going to be edged for however long I feel like.”

art by pandan009 or @screwpinecaprice

oc’s by me, teehee 🖤☠️✨

[cephydeluxe]

Ohhh I got some asks for the v/mc/rika polycule!! 🤓

1. Do you have any songs/music you like to associate with them? A playlist maybe? 👀 Or just a couple of songs or something, I'm a music nerd, hehe

2. How would you describe their affection towards one another? Are they rough with each other? Gentle? Or do they differ in how they give their affection to each other? I guess case and point is: who's the one coming out covered in bite marks, pfft

3. Are there any feelings of jealousy involved between them? It'll probably be easy to imagine v getting the short end of the stick, but, uh.... he's kind of canonically a freak. So it's highly debatable if he would even get hurt or upset by anything, really. Man's a weird one, and we love him for it. But what about Rika or MC? Do either of them have to deal with feelings of envy or insecurity? Rika's a highly anxious and insecure individual, while MC will have to deal with V's and Rika's mutual obsession with one another. It's an interesting dynamic! I wanna read up on how you see it for them, for better and for worse <3

OMGOMGOMG ‼️‼️‼️ tytyty for asking, I love their dynamic sm,,,, this will be very, extremely, audaciously long lol (u have opened the autism pandora box) it’s all under the read more

TW: unhealthy relationship dynamics, mentions of trauma and mental illness, physical, emotional, and mental abuse (the unholy triforce 😭), also sexual themes too (you know a ships good when you gotta bring out the long ass list of triggers JHASGJDS)

1. MUSIC

I have like a hundred playlists for these freaks and they’re all have a thousand songs in them that VAGUELY remind me of them, so, I’ll give you my top 5 :)

1.

This song is THE QUINTESSENTIAL Rika song, 100%, no doubt. Rika’s jealousy and envy of V’s “light” compared to her “darkness” is at the heart of what killed their relationship and plays a huge role in the creation of the mint eye. V certainly isn’t nowhere near as vain as Julius Caesar, but Rika couldn’t fit the role of Brutus here any better than she already does🥺🥺🥺.

“That the people would see me too as a poet, and not just the muse” is such a good line for rika’s thoughts and feelings on their relationship augh, she sees v’s ability to love her, to “save” her, and constantly compares it to her hatred of everyone in her past who mistreated and abused her, and wonders “why can’t I have the ability to love others? why am I in agony even now in this relationship? why can’t I be the savior and not just v’s muse?”

Totally encapsulates Rika’s slow mental decline as V keeps enabling her, it stoked her “devil” and it starts to create a vicious cycle of “heap on the love, get jealous of v’s light, become resentful and aggressive as an unhealthy coping mechanism, “test v’s love” (hurt him), remorse, hate herself, resolve to be “cured” by the light, repeat”. She has no idea what romantic love actually looks like, so she gets it confused with obsessive hatred.

^^^this is totally the scene where she stabs him LMAOSDHSJJHD

“I don’t want what you have, I want to be you” it’s such a good line, it’s Rika 100%,,,,, augh 🥺🥺🥺

2.

This song makes me froth at the mouth soooo bad thinking about V/MC affair hijinks (I’m delusional), but I think the general vibe fits with Rika feeling scorned and cheated at the end of V route. Like instead of fabricating a woman up, she lured MC to mint eye which set up the events that led V and MC to fall in love (kinda), smh she set herself up 😒

3.

Casual/Deep story V vibes at their finest,,,,, imagining V wandering alone through his old, and frighteningly chilly, house, the one he built with Rika to be the foundation for their new happy life,,,, trying to remember her face after finally losing his vision completely and having spent so long apart from her,,, while questioning the nature of their relationship for it to end like this,,,, calling out her name in hope she’ll come back and the past 2 years will have been a dream,,,,, hell yeagh (hooked up 2 life support)

4.

All of kikuo’s songs remind me of mint eye, but hole dwelling is Rika/MC vibes 100%.(could also be ray tbh BUT THIS AINT ABOUT HIM ‼️) Rika tries to convince MC to stay with her by appealing to the hurt, scared, and confused childlike side of her similar to the way the song does. “The outside world just wants to hurt people like us anyway, but don’t worry, I’m always here for you, I understand you. There’s no need to change, it’s uncomfortable and scary, just stay in this place I built for you and me.” MC fuckin HATES this shit, but being in a place like mint eye wears down on you, so mc will occasionally (and very begrudgingly) lean on Rika for support. It’s very sweet (delusional).

5.

Ok this oldie sticks out jahshj (I’m a fnv freakazoid) but it’s totally MC singing about V 🥹💕. I wouldn’t say it was “love at first sight”,,,,, but it was totally “attraction at first sight” lmao (big difference). Their attraction was really quick to spark, they had a lot of things in common and similar views (not so much in other things LOL) like their love for art in all forms, their introverted nature, their mutual appreciation for all things romantic (aka, their both in love with falling in love), and their similar martyr complex lolololol. MC singing this while spending a sleepless night tending to a sickly drugged V, while lamenting her newfound budding feelings for him,,,(cephy stop obsessing over romance as a tragedy challenge: impossible)

Some honorable mentions

(^^^ V would never describe his relationship with Rika so cruelly, EVER,,,,, but the vibe of love performed as art for others instead of something to build with someone you care about,,, it’s immaculate)

11. AFFECTION

Their dynamic can be confusing, but don’t worry, you can’t possibly be more confused than they are, and they’re IN IT lol. Generally their dynamic is, the “ring leader” (Rika) and her two adoring affectionate “lovers” (V and MC) (more like playthings tbh). They have a whole web of dynamics though, ray made a chart to keep track of it all so when inevitably Rika has a meltdown over a perceived slight and needs him to vent to, he can keep track of what’s what (kinda)(poor guy).

Rika/MC affection: USUALLY MC does NOT want anything to do with Rika,,, but V can be super suffocating,,,, and Rika is extremely persistent with getting MC’s attention, and the line between hate and love can be extremely thin (especially in their case). MC tends to relent when rika’s upset though, she doesn’t like seeing her cry (she tries to convince herself lol) and will comfort Rika when she does. MC generally follows Rika’s led in moments like this (overstepping her bounds, even accidentally, is a recipe for disaster). Rika knows this, and will take full advantage, cue 7 hour cuddling session that takes up MC’s whole day, even if she had something planned with V 🤭🤭🤭 Rika is also wayyyy more happily (and sexually) affectionate with MC than with V lol (cause she’s closeted lesbian- wHO SAID THAT) Mutual biting, but the one biting is usually Rika.

V/MC affection: my sweet lovers,,,,, they are much too sweet to each other considering the circumstances,,, V (despite his relationship with Rika) has never felt so genuinely attracted to another person before, it’s always been a conscious choice he’s made for the sake of his art, his love, his obsession, his guilt, his light. So when his feelings for MC spring up outta nowhere, he has a kinda catholic reaction to them ahdghshgd. “Good heavens, what is this feeling??? For a woman I met a week ago, no less….. What a sad excuse for a man I am, how could I love anyone else besides Rika….i should stop…(proceeds to call MC for the 50th time that day just to hear her voice)” and MC,,,, MC has never had a more embarrassing crush on a guy, ever HEHEHE she doesn’t know how to cope with his flustering when she reaches for his hand, his old timey romantic gestures (getting her flowers and walking with her on the side farthest from the road)(throwing his coat on a puddle for her to walk on HSHSDJ). He can be a lil too much at times, (which sometimes frustrates her, she feels smothered at times, and it’s her first relationship (good lord) and she’s not a well adjusted person either) but they both have this really cute, almost innocent, puppy love thing going on, it’s cute 🥰, it’s also the only kind of real affection v gets lol (poor guy). MC has a bad case of “cute-aggression” that gets exasperated by V’s smothering, so it’s usually her giving out the bites hjajhd V takes anything she gives him, he’s so touch starved. Rika usually butts in on their time together, but more on that later.

V/Rika affection(or lack thereof) : these two,,,, the apocalyptic disaster couple themselves,,,,, well for starters Rika keeps him at a looooong distance, in most cases. The reason (at least she believes) they broke up in the first place is because rika’s devil was being burned by V’s love, BUT she admits herself that she “needs” v’s light to fuel her darkness. V also feels an obligation to shine his light on her, the initial obsession and intrigue long dead by now, but he still genuinely cares about Rika’s wellbeing, very much so. They “love” and “need” each other like a sick person needs their meds, but the sick person doesn’t feel affectionate towards their medication, right? No real heart-warming connection towards their pill bottle, it’s just something they need to live. In fact, wouldn’t they feel resentful of their medicine?? Having to constantly depend on it for survival, all the while dealing with side effects when they would rather do anything else?? Yeah that’s their relationship lol,,,,,(somebody get a therapist on speed dial) There’s Biting here too, but it’s all Rika, and not at all playful as her bites with MC, and her bites are nowhere near as passionate like the ones MC gives him.

111. JEALOUSY AND INSECURITY

Oooh lord 😭😭😭 Rika’s practically made of it, V unfortunately enables it, and MC cannot stomach it (except when she gets jealous too). Most of their fights (that practically rival ancient Chinese civil wars in casualties) stem from someone (usually Rika, never V) feeling jealous or insecure. It’s a miracle this poly trio even happened. It’s a complete scientific mystery as to how the poly trio is still going.

Rika’s jealousy and insecurity: I could write a detailed analysis on rika’s insecurity that would rival the Lord of the Rings in length and it still wouldn’t convey just how bad she’s got it, so I’ll try and give the cliff notes instead. She feels she “needs” to be loved in order to be validated as a living being, worthy of living happily. So when she feels “left out” (not the center of attention for 2 seconds) she spirals, thinking she’s being left alone just like so many times before in childhood, just like a defective doll her adopted parents didn’t want, and that maybe they were right, she couldn’t possibly deserve love. Panicking, she usually interrupts whatever V and MC have going on, and insists on reassurance of their love for her, and if she feels she’s being slighted, she’ll fly into a rage, handing out punishments and tests of love, but you can tell she’s biased cause MC’s “punishment” is being confined to Rika’s comfy bedroom for a week and V’s punishment is being locked in the dungeon for 3 weeks 😭😭😭😒😒😒 Usually best case scenario is

V/MC enjoying a moment together alone cuddling

Rika immediately being alerted via her sixth sense

Rika barging in like “make room bitches”

Rika settling smack dab between them lol

MC’s jealous and insecurity: She HATES Rika’s jealous fits so fuckin much lmaoooo 🤭. She convinces herself she would never get jealous ever…… which is an outright LIE it just manifests differently and less often. She hates V’s tendency to distance himself from her to appease Rika, it makes her insecurity flare badly, cue her starting a spat with Rika, and hoping V will take her side. It’s stupid, petty, and downright goofy behavior honestly, but it’s her first relationship (good lord) and she’s got the worst fucking partners ever 🫠🫠🫠 how else is a sheltered neurodivergent girl in her early 20s to cope.

V’s (non existent) jealousy and insecurity: As you have correctly guessed,,,,,, V is definitely not a jealous man HJDDSJSJSF 😂😂😂😂 He is weirdly secure in the relationship, due to Rika’s dependence on his “light” and though his relationship with MC is very new, he feels the tight bond (trauma bond lol) they have and doesn’t worry about whether or not she’ll leave him, also due in part to the fact he doesn’t worry about them not returning his affections, he’s more worried about whether or not he deserves to love or be loved in the first place. If he found out one of them saw someone else outside the trio, he wouldn’t be upset besides somehow twisting the event into somehow being his fault like “if my light was strong enough they wouldn’t have had to go somewhere else for it, was I neglecting them??? 😢😢😢”(poor guy) This trait of his tends to set the other two off, as they mistake his laidback “I’m cool with everything” security as aloofness, and spiral into their insecurity 😑😑😑 it also has the hilarious (debatable) effect of usually ending spats between Rika and MC.

*Rika and MC arguing over something* “V!! What do you think?? Whose side are you on!?”

V:*deep breath* I think you’re both right. 😇😇😇

“Are you fucking kidding me-“ “SEE I TOLD YOU, isn’t he infuriating????” “V just pick a side!!!” “THATS WHAT IM SAYING!!” “Ugh you’re so right-“

(queue lesbianism, hilarity ensues)

They’re a complete disaster together, but you’d have to have the strength of fucking Zeus to separate them, it’s ludicrous.

[ancientbygone]

intro post

Copper, 18 years old, it/its pronouns (he/him acceptable; no they/them). made this side blog as a contained space for my own Sleep Token art and ramblings and such first and foremost, as well as others' Sleep Token posts i like.

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DNI:

the basics (racist/queerphobic/etc)

unmasking the band members

RPF supporters/creators

if you romanticize/glorify incest, zoophilia, sexual depictions of children, etc. (fictional or not, either way it's block on sight)

if you use, support, or in any way condone any use of generative AI (images, music, text, anything at all)

strictly/mostly NSFW blogs (if it's just occasional NSFW content that's chill)

taglist & more info under the cut:

notes:

DO NOT REPOST MY ART. if you wanna use it for non-commercial means, ask for permission & if allowed, credit me when used. if you wanna use it for commercial means, fuck right off.

my native language isn't english. if i fuck it up i fuck it up.

i do not ship the band members themselves or their stage personas and i find it uncomfortable in general (for myself). i know i listed RPF in my dni but i feel the need to elaborate that for the sake of personal taste, it applies to their stage presence, too.

adding onto the previous point, whenever i talk about the vessels in terms of lore/adjacent, i am talking about them as characters. always. this blog is not for speculating on their private lives, and if you do so, you will be blocked.

i'd prefer not to discuss any of the sexual connotations in the lyrics for my own comfort. i know they exist, i just prefer not to think about them for my own interpretations.

i would appreciate people not leaving NSFW comments on my art, especially the more emotionally heavy stuff, thank you very much! if you really Have to say something, please do it in a separate post or just in a place where i'm unlikely to see it.

even if i might tag my writing as "theories", they aren't necessarily intended as such. if anything, i'm telling a story of my own based on the lyrics. if you try to claim there is one correct interpretation and it's yours, you're getting blocked.

adding onto the previous point (x2), a lot of the time i interpret the lyrics in tandem with my personal life experiences. it will absolutely get a little too real here. if the subject matter is too heavy, it will be tagged with #[subject] and #[subject] tw.

let me know if you want/need me to tag anything specific! either in an ask or in my DMs. don't hesitate to reach out about that :]

in addition to everything, i will be posting about my Sleep Token D&D AU, which is as simple as it sounds and also not at all. it's also very removed from my "main canon" or most of the band IRL, so it's really just me (& @mapleborealis !) fucking around. also, unlike the "main canon", they are a polycule and all kiss with tongue /hj

blog tags (WIP):

organization:

#bygone art - my own art

#bygone talks - my ramblings & the more disconnected bits of writing/theorizing

#bygone writes - the more coherent writing/theorizing

#bygone lore - everything related to my version of the lore of Sleep Token, be it art, writing, or anything else

#bygone silly - my memes

#bygone shows - any post of mine related to a personal Sleep Token ritual experience (pics, rambling, etc)

#bygone footage - images/videos/etc of the band, mine or not (credited as much as possible)

#bygone beloved - posts i particularly like and want to archive, mine or otherwise

#bygone off topic - things vaguely related to sleep token or not related at all

#others' [___] - a post of any variety listed above, just made by someone else

d&d au:

#sleep token dnd and #dnd au - general au tags

#dnd au vessel/ii/iii/iv/etc. - character-specific d&d au posts

little clarifying moments:

#espera - tag for vesselettes (hopefully no maskless posts; won't call them vesselettes either)

#sleep token him - separate tag for whatever Vessel and Sleep were pre-Sundowning. you can glimpse more on that in my posts about it.

#sparrowverse (thank you @fivewholeminutes for the name) - everything related to the lore of a timeline alternate to my main lore in which each vessel of Sleep has to kill the one before them to assume their place. outlined in my fanfic "kill the sparrow". there isn't much to it right now but there might be more trust

[galaxygalthemess]

Hey, this is gonna get sad. My new partner is making me realize how bad old ones are without trying, and IDK how to tall to others about it. to vent post I guess?

tw: assault, coercion, and just all the bad relationship things besides physical abuse, kinda (I thought I did, turns out it was defense

I hope the read more added

So I have been dating this person for only 2 ish months. we are in the same friend group, and are poly ( I have met all of their partners and those in the polycule that are not their partners, they are also in the friend group and we have hung out before and after we started dating. Just want to be clear, we all know wo is dating who, and have clear boundaries) and so am I, so this works great. they live with another partner, the one they have had the longest, so I only really get a date night once a week when the live with partner sees another partner and has an overnight. It works great, as I don't have a lot of time in my days to do an in person one on one, but I do not feel neglectful of them by just texting or calling the rest of the week.

So in this small amount of time, they have been treating me so well I want to cry, not from happiness, but from anger. because The basic decency they give I had to bed out of past partners, and how others before and still (when we are not together) treat me they consider rude to a partner or even friend at best, and assault and/or abuse at worse.

Like, last time I slept over, I said I wasn't in the mood for sexual intimacy and just wanted to sleep. they made one verbal joke about me being a brat all night (not uncommon for me lol, and no heat to the comment) and then rolled over to sleep as we cant cuddle and sleep comfortably. I was so confused, as I am used to having to bargain to what I am willing to do that night or 'make it up' to them the next day. They just said 'you said you didn't want to' like that's al it took.

another time, during some sexy time, I safe worded. I was starting to ache and was just going to take a quick break, because usually partners don't want to stop completely, when they just said 'we can stop for now if you want' like it was no big deal. and even more, they held me after making sure I was ok with that and made sure I was OK. they do it like it's second nature.

I don't have to worry about being grabbed by them in public, or asking not to be held close due to over stimulation being seen as I am upset. When I ask to stop or not be touched there or like that, they just listen.

Last week I met someone new and they groped me multiple times. I used to have to scratch and scream to get people to stop tickling me after I said I do not like it and I will hit to get them off. don't even get me started on how people treat my phobia. I am 'cute' when angry, and I guess fun to mess with. I hate flirting for real or discussing sex with others, even though it's a special interest, because If I cannot do what they want, they are upset. I get quilted into doing things with grown ass people since I was 15, and it never ends. I dress femme and how I like, and because I don't want someone to get violent so am not rude or genuinely think they just want to talk them when suddenly they have a hand on my ass, I get this every day.

I am so angry at how others treat me. I used to think it was wierd you had to ask to touch someone, because why should it matter? now I understand,My no is not respected. I so badly want to name those who assaulted me, even just (and doesnt that sound so wierd to say in this) those from agressive comments or groping nonconsensually and especially those who did more. I want to hurt the next person who does it, even though I know they will likely hurt me back. I wat to scream at people who claimed to be friends and left me with known sexual abusers alone. And sometimes, I wish I felt comfortable in longer clothing. but the textures are wrong, it's constricting, I overheat, and I just like to dress up.

Why can I not be heard when I have an opinion? friends and family do it to. like, ya, they hear when I have a preference on drink or food. but when I go nonverbal from a flashback? nobody notices any change or even try to talk to me, They don't care to converse. feel unsafe? they feel fine, so who cares I have to rely on them not to be assaulted and I have to hope they stay close. I have a terrible body image? shut up, you look great, I have real body issues.

Ya, I'll be vocal about minor shit. but anything that actually hurts? why bother? I can't make it funny and it doesn't fit their image of me. And if it's an inconvenience to them, me asking is my fault, but an inconvenience to me, me saying no is my fault.

I just want to stop being viewed like an object. my partner has shown me that's all I've been to many people. Why can't anyone else see that? I am not a doll.

[wr0temyway0ut]

hi!! for the wip game: people, box, paper, music, book, wall 😌 - kay 💕

Hi Kay! Thank you for the ask!

People: This one's not actually from a JatP fic! It's from a Descendants Jay/Ben fic where Jay is trying to figure out how to tell Ben he's ace.

Jay sighs and uses what little magic he can muster at the moment to unlock the door. Mal comes in and kneels by the tub. Given the events of the night, it should bother Jay that Mal is seeing him naked, but he can’t bring himself to care. Mal is one of only three people in the entire world who Jay has never once felt unsafe around. They have every part of each other memorized. It’s natural for them.

Box: From my Molina-Wilson-Covington au in which Carrie comes out as a trans boy! (tw for misgendering)

That is, until he makes the mistake of using Mami against Julie. He doesn’t even really remember what he says. All he knows is that he’s been misgendered one too many times today, been shoved into that stupid sparkly pink box one too many times, and when Julie says something about how Mami somehow raised two leading ladies, something cruel and utterly stupid leaves Carrie’s mouth about how Mami never believed in her. He knows he’s gone too far the moment he says it, but Julie is already out of the room and sobbing into Papi’s arms before he can even open his mouth to apologize.

Paper: From my Secret Love Songs fic that I will finish even though it's like 2 months overdue at this point

“So,” Reggie says slowly, “I guess the only option is…” he looks over at Willie, whose face has gone sick with dread. “Willie I-Don’t-Know-Your-Last-Name, will you fake date me so we can co-parent this dog?

“It’s Covington,” Willie mutters, avoiding Reggie’s eyes all of a sudden. “And yeah. Whatever. I guess so.” 

“Great,” Reggie claps, trying desperately to hide his disappointment at the underwhelming response. “Now let’s get this paperwork filled out before those lesbians come back to rob us.”

Music: From my Everyone Lives Sunset Skater au (the one where Willie is a Rolling Stone reporter), where the boys and Rayrose are one massive co-parenting polycule

“Wow,” Willie breathes. “That’s amazing. I mean, I’ll have to talk to Luke and our family, obviously, but— could I know a little more about them?”

“Of course,” Jennifer says. “Her name is Flynn, she’s 4 years old. She says she likes ‘music and rainbows.’”

Willie chuckles. “She sounds like a good fit.”

Book: This is from my sunset skater arranged marriage au! This is Luke and Alex's wedding

It’s not like the weddings Alex reads about in his books, however. In those, the ceremonies are bursting with love. The pews are packed with people crying happy tears, because they know the people getting married are willing to devote their entire lives to each other out of pure love.

Wall: From my Very long song fic examining Caleb and Willie's relationship that I will finish someday. (tw for possessive behavior)

“I assure you, it was.” Caleb steps forward, trapping Willie’s back against the wall. “I do my best to give all my possessions the best possible afterlife, and in return, I ask for certain services. This is simply part of your payment.”

“Possessions?” Willie spits out. “I am not your fucking possession.”

(Send me a word and I'll share where it appears in my WIPs!)

[yawyawyaw]

yeah first time reading the sequel and it’s got my head in knots

[s-o-starscream]

Northwind Quarter AU Introduction

Hello and welcome to the Northwind Quarter/Pirate Bay AU blog. What is this blog about you ask? Northwind Quarter is a Transformers/Humanformers AU set in a pirate themed historical fantasy setting. Most of the characters and story beats are inspired by Transformers Prime, though there will be some extra faces from other continuities.

Synopsis:

This AU follows Starscream, a fearsome pirate granted immortality by Primus. His life is sustained by his own heart, which has been locked away in a treasure chest, so long as the heart persists, so does Starscream’s life. He can come back after death, and regenerate his body, though it takes a heavy toll on his psyche.

This story will focus on Starscream’s life, and the people he meets, his friends, lovers and enemies.

Some warnings:

-This AU will contain a lot of suffering for poor Screamer. It heavily features and depicts GORE, VIOLENCE and ABUSE. There will be discussion and depiction of sex, as well as sexual abuse and rape in certain instances. If that is not your thing we heavily encourage you to block any trigger warning tags that contain these topics.

And we strongly encourage minors to avoid the more mature tags.

-This is not a ’Starscream is an innocent angel who did nothing wrong’ type of story. He suffers far more than he deserves, yes, however we recognize Starscream as a morally complex and grey character, and this story will be an exploration of that. We want to see no ’oh he deserves it’ in the interactions.

We will try to cover these darker topics with as much tact and respect as we can.

-Megatron features heavily as the antagonist of this story, and he does some very morally reprehensible things. If you dislike or are uncomfortable with Megatron being portrayed as an abuser, this isn’t the blog for you. Simply block and move along, no starting shit in replies or asks.

-This AU features a LOT of romance and relationships. We will provide a list below.

There will be a tag list and trigger warnings further down, please read carefully and curate your experience.

Ship list:

Starscream/Knockout/Breakdown/Skyfire/Wheeljack/Shockwave/Soundwave (yes, all seven of them in a big ol’ polycule, Star deserves six boyfriends)

Megatron/Starscream (In an unhealthy and abusive dynamic, sorry no cute moments for these two)

Optimus Prime/Ratchet (the old codgers in love)

Arcee/Slipstream

Windblade/Chromia

MODS:

Mod Toon Intro:

Hiya, name’s Toon! My main is @toon-topaz

I’m 20 years old and my pronouns are she/they. I’m one of the evil masterminds behind this AU. What can I say, Starscream is really fun to draw get beaten up hehe.

You can find posts made by me under #mod toon and my art will be under #toon’s art

Mod Chip Intro:

Hi, my name's Chip, I'm 23 and I never learned how to read. I use They/Them and my tags are #mod felonic and #mod felonic art

Find me @felonius-glitch where I draw and just vibe!

I'm just your average Starscream Whump enjoyer who likes to feed this au Angst (and fluff) Fodder!

TAGS N’ TRIGGER WARNINGS:

#pirate bay au- general tag for the au

#not pb - content unrelated to the au #pb constellation - ship tag for Starscreams polycule

#mod toon - posts made by Toon, art tag is #toon’s art

#mod felonic - posts made by Chip, art tag is #mod felonic art

#whump - Starscream suffering

#fluff - cute and fluffy stuff, nothing angsty in here

#nsfw - general nsfw tag for sexual topics and extreme gore

#gore - stuff involving gore

#tw SA - Sexual assault trigger warning, block this tag if you don’t want to see discussions of that stuff

#tw eyestrain - images that may be hard to look at for photosensitive folks

#tw death / #tw death mention - Anything involving or mentioning death (which is a lot for this au)

#tw abuse / #tw abuse mention - If y'all wanna see #whump but don't wanna see any mentions of the actual abuse! #tw sh / tw suicide - For mentions or depictions of self-harm or suicidal tendencies #Q-tlass - queue tag That's all for now, hope you enjoy our self indulgent lil AU :D

[77of76-moved]

i remade lol dm if you want my new url

abt

sophie/red/kirby + more

20 (nov 14)

they/them + she/her + xe/xem/xyr + he/him if we're close + fae/faer + others (pronouny)

genderfluid (tme), bi, acespec

white

converting to judaism

physically disabled

osdd-1b system

other assorted mental illnesses i don't feel like listing for the world to see <3

i block liberally. if i dont like you i will block you. its that simple. some of my stances are under the cut tho. also dnf if you are under 15 and ask to follow if you're under 17

current interests include sailor moon, hermitcraft, terrain of magical expertise, eddsworld, metalocalypse, and many more!! i am cringe but i am free

please tag: sibling death, harm to cats/cats dying, dsmp stuff, christianity, the r slur, the umbrella academy, pokemon death, pokemon abuse (my catchall is "#kirby don(')t look" or "#sophie don(')t look")

please tag me in: frogs, jellyfish, space, trains, ships/boats (esp steamboats and old ships!), pkmn (esp team rocket), and any of my other hyperfixations/interests!!!

softblock to break mutuals please. like/reply if you read this or i will softblock you

i tag tws as "[trigger] tw" and "[trigger] ment". i do my best to tag common triggers, but i may not remember individual ones. if you need me to tag smth that i missed, please dm me or send me an ask

follow my polycule!! regal @zenithdesignofourage ashtree (we're matching) @78of76 violet @violetkatgrove mutt @muttculture they all mean the world to me okay?

also prev url miseryxcpr if you forgot who i was

aes blog | wall of text | last.fm \ header art credit /

anti-ship/i think fiction impacts reality even if it isnt a direct 1:1 because i paid attention in english class

sysmed/anti-endo*

i think the pansexual identity is rooted in biphobia but i also think a lot of people who identify as pan dont. necessarily know that so i dont care too much so long as youre not being biphobic otherwise

asexuality is real and also i'm acespec so

radical inclusion is inherently harmful and a lot of the things you think are good-faith that you're including are not in fact good faith

i think mogai identities generally dont hurt anyone tho. let people have fun w their identity and relationship to it

all mlm can reclaim the f slur and all wlw can reclaim the d slur and i reclaim both because i am both

idk i can't remember other discourse stances come ask me if you want to know smth not listed here

* did and osdd are traumagenic disorders, ergo it is not possible to be a system without trauma. i do believe there are other disorders that cause plurality and things similar, but there is not non-disordered plurality. i also believe that a lot of "endo" systems just have heavily repressed trauma (normal thing w traumagenic systems is repressed/locked away trauma)

[sunflowerseraph]

HEEHEE! hits u back with the character game uhh thor or bucky :33

!!! I'll do... BOTH >:D ! It'll be long tho so I'm putting em under cuts :}

Here's the ask game btw!

Thor!

How I feel about this character: OH he's such a bi disaster. But he's trying his best. Textbook himbo. Crushed under the weight of his father's expectations of him alot of the time. Probably struggles with self worth nowadays too,with the battles and family he's lost! Also he's very much like those memes abt dudes/dads where they'll mention some horrible childhood trauma and then have some funny song playing in their head like nothin even happened.! I feel like he cares very deeply for the friendships he's made and the found family he's gained with the warriors three [rip] and the avengers! Overall? Kind himbo who respects women and forgets how smart he is sometimes.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: honestly this is such a hard question cause im sure if u presented me with like,good reasons for most people then I'd be on board. But so far one of my Main ships for Thor rn is Bruce and Thor <3 GammaHammer makes me happy :} I've seen thor n valkyrie stuff too which is like aight they're all bi4bi t4t prolly,but honestly a polycule or some shit w Bruce Val and thor would be Inch resting :} I'm not sure tho! Oh and Jane Foster I Guess but she's not rlly up there.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: OH absolutely thor and loki ! Brothers 🤍 I rewatch the thor movies the other day and seeing them fight together and hang out as kids made me so 🥺❗ yknow? I also think Thor n Darcy are a fun pair! Thor and the warriors three make me :} as well bc they're all buddies! That's his little family yknow!! Or. Was.

My unpopular opinion about this character: listen i know I just called him a himbo but he's smarter than people give him credit for I think. But also he's pretty cocky at times with his fighting ability and I feel like that's his greatest downfall. He tends to sorta think he can do everything on his own,and he doesn't rely on others until he really needs to and it ends up w him or his companions hurt :(

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.: ough I wish we could've gotten more time to see him experiencing earth stuff! In other like shows n such (like one of the animated series) its funny to see him interacting with mortals and I feel like we don't get that enough. Like sure we got the "another!" Scene and if you watched the YouTube mocumentary he obviously doesn't understand money or jobs. But it's still funny and I'd like to see him go "I don't understand what that means :D" like an optimistic puppy yknow :]

Uhmm yeh that's for thor! OK Bucky time 🤍

Bucky-

How I feel about this character: I feel like. They should do more w him in the mcu! But that's just bc im a kinnie ig but it makes me sad that he's just viewed as Steve's Sidekick when he's got a personality and works so well as Sam's partner in TFAWTS! I like the representation he can bring to the table though,regarding disability (I mean even though. He's an enhanced person but yknow.) And mental health! He also shows that your past doesn't need to define you and you CAN be free and work past old mistakes.! I feel like he's a little out of touch sometimes bc of the time shifts and mental stuff goin on,but I'm not saying it's a bad thing,its just compelling to meeee

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I USED to ship stevebucky I won't lie,but I much rather prefer SamBucky bc its just better LMAO Sam is much cooler than Steve in many regards and to me Sam is a better influence on Buckys life ig? Like. Idk how to explain it well enough but their banter is better and they compliment eachother rather than one of them taking the reigns all the time. I just like the level playing field where it still feels like Bucky can be a Sidekick but his partner at the same time rather than Just Bucky Barnes. Idk if that makes sense but !

My non-romantic OTP for this character: honestly I'm not sure? I feel like if they could both get over association's with like...almost killing eachother Bucky and Nat could be friends :] both were molded to be Weapons and have to deal with their traumas and mental health. Obviously I also wish Steve would've stuck around bc I hate that he like.LEFT his best friend and new family,but whatever.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I think bucky is sort of a dork actually. Alot of people make him very stoic and Winter Soldiery but that's. Not all he is! He's a complex person who's been used and weaponized and its annoying whenever people try to say he's a stoic person or whatever. Like no bro ur thinking abt the winter soldier. Ofc the winter solider was/is part of him and that doesn't just shut off but I think it's bs to boil him down to Killing Machine Assasinator Ooo Scary! When he was also a soldier during. Fucking Ww2! He was also like shown to be a bit of a dorky guy who liked to dance and be with chick's n shit lmao,like he mustve been a charmer. And even after,like during tfatws he's shown to still have bits of that personality. He messes around with Sam's nephews and offers help without prompting and just overall wants to live a more peaceful life while still managing to be social and humorous. ("How old are you anyways?" "106.") Anyways I think what I'm saying is ppl tend to forget to split him and tws.!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.: this is sort of similar to the Thor thing but discovering new age shit! Like I wanna see him be bad at tech or be confused by new slang. Also wanna see him like, get annoyed at how the tech is where he's at vs. The wakandan tech. That shit probably blew his socks off and then he had to go hang w Americans and went :(?? How do i use a flip phone. The beads were so convenient in Wakanda HFNEBDB. I also wish we could've actually seen how bucky Healed in Wakanda?? Like however he was helped yknow? I'm sure they (mcu) can't like do much besides say he was Magically Cured Of Mental Illness so I guess I'm glad they left it up to whatever but. Still 😔

Anyways uhm yeah! Sorry this is so long sjdjf it prolly doesn't make much sense but 👍❤