Do you, your new girlfriend, and the demons that occasionally posses her count as a polycule or what?
The plot plays out like a man sees numerous horrors unfolding before his eyes, and when the horrors offer him a wedding ring, he accepts it, cause why not.
Sure, he's scared, but not enough to not sign up for a guaranteed place in hell.
If it worries you, the demons have many more hosts, but the recurring hosts, included in the intro, are the ones who willingly and actively allow the demons to use their bodies to have a relationship with Samuel. It's a murky situation, but the consent that is continuously negotiated is not part of the horror.
Wip intro made on canva, with canva resources, and various picrews.
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Devour the Sun (3325 words) by Goblins_in_a_Teapot
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Outer Wilds (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Gabbro & Player Character (Outer Wilds), Gabbro/Player Character (Outer Wilds)
Characters: Player Character (Outer Wilds), Gabbro (Outer Wilds), Riebeck (Outer Wilds), Chert (Outer Wilds), Feldspar (Outer Wilds), Hornfels (Outer Wilds), Gossan (Outer Wilds), Slate (Outer Wilds), Hearthian Character(s) (Outer Wilds), Original Hearthian Character(s) (Outer Wilds)
Additional Tags: Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Kissing, Making Out, Implied/Referenced Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Canon Divergence - Post-Timeloops (Outer Wilds), Self-Harm, Non-Explicit Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm
Summary:
When the world stopped, Gypsum struggled to let go. Now that it's back, without explanation, they need to find their meaning to live again.
When Gypsum looked up at Slate, they were staring out over the horizon. They followed their opie’s line of sight and found on the other side of the crater was a small campfire. A group was there, they seemed to be laughing, and playing music, and just having a grand time.
“How can they just move on…” Gypsum asked
“They haven’t moved on, pebble, they still hurt… that hurt doesn't just go away…” Slate answered.
Wip intro made on canva, through its resources, with images from various picrews.
What if the side characters of rom-coms, who get cast aside for the main love interest, gathered in a support group? Or something close to that, at least...
Compensation for the Deceived is a contemporary romance who aims to explore various romantic tropes, stereotypes, and questions.
Someone went scavenging on her old draft files from 2021~
Any odd spaces have to do with formatting issues from old scrivener files accessed on android through one drive lmao. Any other mistakes is probably that this was only intended to be shared with indulging friends.
Context you need to read this excerpt: Samuel and Alessandro were situationship best friends lovers till it got ugly because Alessandro was insecure, scared, and lashed out to push Samuel away, and Samuel, trying to respect Alec, stayed away and tried to move on, only to get cheated on, and in the fall out, not care anymore about the past and seek out Alec again.
No warnings, no sexual intimacy.
This is a random isolated snapshot of an excerpt that doesn't need much to be understood.
Summary:
“I’ve never been good at letting go of my feelings. Not happening with my grudges, not happening with my affections. ”
“… I should have loved you. ”
Tears fall nonstop from Samuel ’s eyes without him being able to point out the core emotion of it, only a suffocating bundle of anger, hurt and frustration in his chest.
If he ever thought of himself as the unwanted, undesired, unexpected child, he now felt that was the summary of his existence.
“Samuel? ” Alessandro calls out, from the entrance. “You’re here?”
Alessandro warily enters his apartment upon seeing the door already unlocked. Walking in
and turning on the lights, he finds Samuel sitting behind the couch with an open bottle of vodka at half its contents. He crouches down, hand going to cup Samuel ’s cheek, holding up his face so they are looking eye to eye.
“What happened? You haven’t come in years. ”
Samuel lets out a bitter laugh. “The bitch.”
Alessandro waits before pushing for details. “I thought you stopped talking to me for calling her that?”
“She was cheating. This whole time, she was cheating. I didn’t know where to go, I don’t know who was in the secret, who’s actually by my side, and I didn’t want to go home, or to the new house, so I...”
“You came to me? ”
Samuel coughs, taking deep breaths.
“I had no else … I don ’t have you either-”
“You ’ll always have me,” Alessandro interrupts. “As long as you want me, you ’ll have me. ”
Samuel frowns. “That ’s not what you said that night. ”
Alessandro sighs, leaning closer and pressing his forehead against Samuel ’s.
“You ’re a fool.”
“I know. ”
“Lucky for you, so am I. Get up. ” Alessandro slaps his arm. “We are getting you in the
shower. ”
Samuel numbly nods, letting the younger man manhandle him, as Alec always had been
packed with muscle where Samuel was slender.
“Give me your glasses, ” Alessandro demands.
“But I can ’t see -”
“I’ll be near. ”
Samuel complies, mindlessly leaning into Alessandro ’s touches as the man helps him out of the suit, until the other stops his fingers at the waistband of the underwear.
“You don ’t have to push yourself, I don ’t want you uncomfortable, ” Samuel tells him.
“You ’re the one who should be uncomfortable, ” Alessandro says, leaning closer so Samuel is able to see his expression. “I still want you. ”
Samuel blinks. “After all this time? ”
“I’ve never been good at letting go of my feelings. Not happening with my grudges, not happening with my affections. ”
“… I should have loved you. ”
Alessandro looks up to the ceiling praying to a god he doesn ’t believe in. “Tell me these things when you ’re sober. ”
“I should have pushed the matter, I should have made you uncomfortable, I should
have forced you to tell me the truth. I wanted to love you, and I should have done so. ”
Alessandro ’s fingers begin to pull the waistband down. “Tell me these things when
you ’re sober. ”
While Samuel sits under the shower, Alessandro ’s eyes go over his body with concern.
He ’s thinner than he used to be, smudged concealer revealing eyebags.
By the time Alessandro turns off the water, Samuel is able to dress himself up alone, Alessandro ’s clothes hanging a bit loose on his body even though they are about the same height and broadness.
“I’m sorry for making you take care of me. ”
Alessandro waves the worry away. “Just go to bed. ”
“Not without you. I ’m not letting you sleep on the couch. ”
Alessandro sighs half-heartedly, not a bone in his body possessing the willpower to fight back the fact he wants this, wants a night in Samuel ’s arms even if it all goes from unresolved to final nail in the coffin in the morning.
“Let us eat first at least.”
***
In the middle of the night, Alessandro feels his body be pulled to the center of the bed, his wrists pinned above his head by hands that interlock their fingers with his own.
“I know you ’re awake. If you were asleep, this would have been enough to get me elbowed in the stomach."
Alessandro opens his eyes. “What do you want? ”
“I’m sober. ” Samuel leans in to whisper in Alessandro ’s ear. “I should have loved you. I should have pushed the matter, I should have made you uncomfortable, I should have forced you to tell me the truth. I wanted to love you, and I should have done so. ”
“Don’t play with my heart like that …”
“Like you played with mine when you kicked me out that day? ”
Alessandro takes a deep breath, trying to not lose it at having Sam holding him like this again, almost missing the next words he says.
“I’m as bad with grudges as you are, dear. ”
Alessandro slowly exhales.
Samuel presses his face into the crook of Alec's neck, smiling. “… You remain so beautiful … And I refuse to make you a rebound. ”
Alessandro whines. “Maybe I want to be one. ”
“I won ’t hurt you like that. I have caused you enough pain.”
“Maybe I am a masochist, have you thought about that?"
Samuel can ’t help but let out a laugh. “At least a week, Alec. A week and I will indulge all your whims. ”
“Promise? ”
Samuel places a kiss below Alessandro’s ear. “Promise. ”
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This was supposed to have been ready around Halloween, but moving to an apartment and health stuff happened, so it ended up greatly delayed.
I just noticed the image quality is not fully loading on standard display, but it does look normal when you see one by one. I also noticed I typed "heavy lifting" in two different ways. It's enough now that you get the meaning.
It's a bit on the longer side, but I hope it will be given a chance to be read.
Wip intro made on canva, through its resources, with images from the windswept picrew by Elena-illustration.
This is an old wip for which I decided to finally make an intro for. If you ever dabbled with mythology, you might notice some names are out of place, but that's because the fake pantheon all picked names from other deities, and even the kingdom being called Eden is part of the "scam".
And gods like Andromeda, Helena and Lysander - they travel and get new names as they go in an organic manner.
I read The Masque of the Red Death for the first time when I was like, 11, and it left a strong impression on me. This reteling is not "I can do it better, I can do it new", but it is me having a conversation with why and how I cannot forget this tale.
