#polymaam

hello..

i humbly request obligatory beach episode witb either maam or damn crew..

grins

💐

(a/n: as you wish, dear grinning anon. i’m on a maam roll. apologies for the shorter piece, finals season is upon me…for the rest of the month. reqs open!)

dreamer spends most of their time out in the sun. in or out of the water isn’t something that necessarily matters. they just want to soak up the air and space around them, taking refuge in the shifting earth beneath their body and the ability to go anywhere they please anytime they want

lincoln does what most men that i have gone to the beach with feel a primal urge to do

and that is to dig a hole

only his forehead can be seen through the sizable mounds of displaced sand surrounding him in a formidable ring

dreamer can only ply him away from his progress with the necessity of reapplying sunscreen or a snack

theo and corvus are down by the shoreline, shallow tides lapping at their feet as theo teaches corvus the intricate art of peppering

the ambience of sea spray and waves crashing down are interspersed with constant bouts of:

thumps of a volleyball hitting a pair of joined wrists

a dull splash as it hits the water

corvus: “i apologize. i seem to have misstepped again.”

theo: “no problem. we’ll just take it from the top.”

and so on and so forth

they share lunch beneath a tent theo set up, the food settling and mingling with the sun in a way that makes all of them drowsy

cue a sleeping pile, sweat-shined limbs haphazardly flung over each other, specks of grit congealing with sunscreen residue and forming drag paths along elbow creases and cupid’s bows

it’ll surely be a pain to scrub and rinse off later

if you’re asking for headcanons, asher, before telling baaabe that he’s a werewolf, 100% floated the idea of being a werewolf via one of those “if you were any mythological creature what would you be” questions, heard baaabe say something about wanting to be a werewolf, and then agreeing with them saying that he would be one too. this leads to the “would you still love me if i was a werewolf” and he was incredibly overjoyed when he got a yes

MAAM Crew Headcanons

(Poly!MAAM)

1. Corvus has decided he likes lying down outside. The sun doesn't hurt his eyes and he can stare straight into it. This is a little concerning to passersby.

2. Corvus has the oddest mismatch clothing you have ever seen. The more color and texture the better. He says it's for the shock value but everyone knows he just likes colors. But sometimes he'll switch it up and wear all black to keep everyone on their toes.

3. Speaking of color, his eyes are a beautiful shade of lilac with little green flecks.

4. He lets Theo and Dreamer decorate his horns and Lincoln likes to dye his tail different colors.

5. Theo has pet mice and he hates the jokes it causes but he laughs it off.

6. Lincoln helps Theo study (much like he helps dreamer 👀) specifically in math

7. Dreamer and Theo often have very deep, yet meaningless chats on walks at four in the morning. The cold air helps clear Dreamer's mind when all they can think of is containment.

8. Dreamer has a sketchbook where they draw their boys. Their favorite is a picture of Lincoln, who fell asleep on top of a picnic blanket. The sun is glinting off of his hair and he has a little smile. Dreamer looks at it when their body starts to feel cold and robotic. It helps them remember that there is still warmth.

9. The others start to rely on Corvus's ability, and love, to express their emotions verbally.

While they lounge around Theo's apartment, each holding another's hand or elbow or whatever they can reach, Corvus will blurt an "I love you too" in response to the swell of love in the room.

10. "Stay Hydrated!" Corvus and Lincoln 🤜🏻🤛🏻 "I'm so dehydrated I can taste sounds" dreamer and theo

MILO HEADCANONS!!!

1. GOD THIS MAN IS GORGEOUS. Ahem sorry I mean Sweetheart likes to steal his cologne.

2. I've touched on this before but Milo has diagnosed OCD with most of his compulsions stemming from intrusive thoughts and fear of death. Marie had to bring him down from a lot of panic attacks as a teen. When Gabe died it got worse, especially when Sweetheart had to work late or if Asher or David went dark for too long. It put some strain on his relationship with David but over the years it's gotten better. (100000% me projecting)

3. He has hidden Sweetheart's favorite shoes because they keep stealing his dress socks

4. He loves hosting parties but he is way too busy to do it much.

5. He planned out his and sweetheart's forever home down to the square footage. He was crying like a baby the first time he, aggro, and sweetheart fell asleep watching TV together.

6.He makes amazing baked goods. I think he makes some damn good cheesecake. Like the kind with the fudge marbled in.

7. He has a stick and poke tattoo on his right wrist of a tiny half moon that Ash did drunk in high school. David has a matching one but he refuses to acknowledge it.

As for your Asher hc I absolutely agree. Man is about as subtle as a brick through a window. Baabe figures it out before he even tries to explain it. Very much a 'get it over with' mentality but they are actually shocked when their boyfriend (whom they full expected to be a furry or something) (no shade to furries, love y'all ❤️) turned into a wolf the size of a small cow in the middle of their living room at 3pm on a Wednesday.

-kalen (grillbro, formerly samscowboyhat)

(a/n: you and me both, friend grillbro. you and me both)

"You know, when someone says that if the instructor isn't in the room by fifteen minutes past the start of class, it's a joke. You don't have to stand up and leave the–"

Dreamer paused in the doorway of their shared bedroom.

"Corvus," they said, stifling the urge to laugh, "what is that?"

"My nightwear." he answered shortly, looking down at the pinstriped set he was wearing, sleeves cuffed just shy of his wrist and pants drawn with a thick cotton drawstring.

"Your nightwear." they repeated. "What exactly brought this on?"

"I was watching television while Lincoln was finishing his homework with the answers I provided." he replied. "And a situational comedy set in what I believe is to be the nineteen sixties came on. The children were trying to extend their predetermined bedtime as set by their parental units. There was quite a lot of complaining involved. But the father, who was the only adult man on the show for this episode, wore something closely resembling this ensemble."

He held up his arms as if to display the authenticity of his explanation. "As I resemble an adult man more than any other human archetype, I thought it most fitting to...what is it called? Play the part."

"But Theo and Lincoln wear t-shirts and tank tops." they pointed out. "Hell, half the time, Theo only wears his boxers."

"Yes, that is accurate." Corvus conceded. "But this is called nightwear. It is meant to be worn for the night. I find it easier to follow instructions as made by online shopping filters."

Dreamer suppressed another laugh at the thought of him scrolling through virtual clothing stores.

"Well, it looks great." they said, causing Corvus to brighten up. "We're wrapping up for the night, so–"

"You are to brush your teeth next, correct?" Corvus interrupted. "To disperse and rid yourself of plaque buildup to prevent gum disease, tooth decay, and a host of other oral issues?"

"Yeah, something like that." they agreed.

"I will join you. I need nothing of the sort, but I have nonetheless found myself fascinated by the array of flavors that it comes in. You spit it out at the end, and yet you need to find it favorable for the duration that it is actually in your mouth."

"Humans are needy like that." they replied, heading to the bathroom with Corvus right behind.

Corvus deliberated over the shoulders of his three contemporaries for a handful of moments before taking Theo's tube of spearmint and eyeing it with great interest, before he deflated.

"I don't have a toothbrush." he murmured. "I cannot participate."

"Hang on," Lincoln soothed, bending down to open the cabinet, rifling around until he drew back up with a plastic covered toothbrush in hand. "The dentist gives out goodie bags filled with cheap ones like this every time you visit. You can use this until we get you a better one."

Corvus snatched the toothbrush and unearthed it from its packaging, squeezing a horrendously large dollop of paste before slathering it over his teeth in long, languid strokes.

That was, until he caught the other three staring at him and he began to mirror their movements, swishing the bristles in concise circles at the gum line, spitting it out when the rest of them did.

Dreamer dosed out capfuls of mouthwash, extending one to Corvus, who went to tip it back.

"Don't swallow it!" Theo blurted out, choking on his own mouthful in the process. "Just swish it and then spit it out when we do."

Corvus nodded, dutifully holding the liquid on his tongue as he began to move his head from side to side. Dreamer had to push down yet another laugh. After a couple of seconds, his face twisted slightly, his lips puckering.

“It tingles, but in an unpleasant way. I do not care for this part of the experience.” He spat his own portion out a good thirty seconds before Dreamer, Lincoln, and Theo did.

“You don’t have to,” Theo told him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Seeing as how you don’t need to.”

“I will do it.” Corvus retorted, looking mildly affronted. “It is part of the routine.”

“Maybe we can find an alcohol-free version for you.” Dreamer amended. “But come on, let’s get to bed.”

“No warm milk?” Corvus asked as they moved as a group to the bedroom. “In the show, the children were given glasses of milk warmed on the stove.”

“We just brushed our teeth.” Lincoln said, a small twitch at the corner of his mouth. “And warm milk isn’t really something people actually do. At least, not anymore.” He hurried to add, as Corvus seemed to deflate again, “But we can try it sometime. Before we brush our teeth.”

(a/n: all the poly!! *backflips off of a table*)

so many people with so many hidden pasts, to the point where it's paramount, if not absolutely necessary, to only focus on the present

late night studying / editing sessions. light turning honey-hued and canicular as it filters through cheap blackout curtains ("who would have thought such a bargain would turn into such a bust?" - theo)

corvus immediately catching on to each of the others' increasing exhaustive states, calling them out until a throw pillow gets lovingly chucked at his face

lincoln lovingly taking theo and dreamer by the shoulders and pulling them away from manuscripts that have been scribbled over to oblivion

he settles the two of them on the floor, on a plush area rug that they had all just gone shopping for to put in dreamer's apartment

corvus is eager to participate in a human-centered bedtime routine, causing him to stand dazedly in front of the microwave with a jug of milk in hand

when hearing that warm milk isn't a necessity, he huffs, more than a little disappointed. but he eventually joins the pile

dreamer with corvus behind them, tail thumping contendly against the hinge of their knee.

theo behind corvus, lincoln in front of dreamer

lincoln ever so slightly exerting his powers until everyone's autonomic nervous system relinquishes

Also good luck with finals!! and if you're already past them then, i hope they went well and that you can rest now and do what you want :P

(a/n: i love corvus smmmm!!! reqs open!)

It was an absolutely gorgeous day. The sun was gloriously warm without teetering over the edge into searing, the salt spray of the crashing waves kissed their skin and opened their sinuses, and the sand–

"Is primarily composed of quartz, but there's a fair amount of urchins and mollusks mixed within," Corvus continued as they picked their way down to the shoreline, Theo and Lincoln shouldering the totes and coolers full of towels and drinks and Dreamer carrying the sunscreen. "The shells would take less time to turn to sand, as they are softer. The rocks could take millions of years."

He continued to rattle off facts as everyone else set up the chairs and umbrellas, Dreamer passing off the sunscreen as they shook out their own chair. They all settled down, but Dreamer could see Corvus's eyes darting to the ocean time and again.

"Give the sunscreen a couple more minutes, then we'll go." they said. "It's silly to spray it on and then immediately rinse it off."

"But I don't need sunscreen at all," he protested, "so I would be fine if– ah. Your sunscreen. I see. A few more minutes it is, then."

Dreamer stood and murmured to Lincoln and Theo, who got up with synchronized groans, and they all made their way to the water.

"Will it be warm?" Corvus asked, sniffing at the brackish tang of the air, matching their pace perfectly.

"Not likely." Lincoln answered, rumbling tone almost lost to the clash of brine on grains. "It's barely the start of the season. We're only here because you asked to go this weekend."

"Oh." Corvus's brows furrowed, his steps halting. "If I had known it would be an annoyance..." The corner of his mouth twisted.

"Nah, not at all." Theo interjected. "We wouldn't have come if we didn't want to. Besides, this is for you, and we like seeing you do the things you want."

Corvus relaxed after that, until the first lap of the tides brushed over his feet.

"It's cold." he said flatly. "And it is much harder to stand. I must keep moving."

"You don't have to," Dreamer replied. "You'll eventually settle and...alright, then."

The trio continued to wade out after a determined Corvus, who stood with his hands on his hips, the ocean at waist height.

"This is a good stopping point." Lincoln asserted, watching Corvus fondly. "What do you think?"

"It's pleasant." Corvus replied. "The cold is shocking at first, which is both excellent for my feeding purposes and novel for my experiences thus far, but it becomes warmer once I acclimate. I see why humans enjoy being here."

The group chatted easily, Theo helping to teach Corvus how to bob and float with the gentle swells, how to watch the fizzling white capping the waves to see where they would weaken and break. They stayed out for a while until Corvus's eyes went wide, his finger coming up to point toward the shore.

"They do it here, too." he said with a solemn sort of inflection. Dreamer squinted their eyes to see fat, rubbery tires, stainless steel glinting in the sun, neon athletic attire moving at a steady pace.

A man riding a bike.

corvus being Really adamant that polymaam sits down and has breakfast together like he sees in tv. something something most important meal, something something nutritious while also energizing for a day of training their powers. (this thought was started by me making myself some Bomb ass waffles)

-grillbro

(a/n: i wish i was a breakfast person </3. reqs open!)

"Cor." Lincoln groaned into his pillow, holding onto the already squished-beyond-belief cushion in petulant obstinance. "What are you already up for?"

Corvus stood over him, eyes alight with something that might have been unnerving if he wasn't pushing and pulling at the man with a barely suppressed giddiness.

"I have prepared breakfast." he whispered, lifting himself up on his tiptoes before lowering back down. "We are going to eat at the table to start our day with a communal meal. I have seen that this is what groups of people who are fond of each other and live in the same residence partake in. The others have already taken their seats."

Lincoln grumbled incoherently for a few seconds, but he knew it was useless to argue with something so genuinely well-intentioned.

And so he followed Corvus at a lazy amble, scratching at his stomach until his feet came to a halt.

"How...when...h-how?" he sputtered. Dreamer and Theo met his gaze with equally astonished expressions, both rumpled in their sleep clothes at the table. Said table was absolutely fit to burst with an assortment of breakfast foods, from pancakes to waffles to bagels to fluffy scrambled eggs and a platter of omelets. There were large bowls of yogurt, sliced and whole fruit, and even a tray of at least three different types of toasted bread slices.

"Cor, this all looks incredible." Theo said, voice raspy with the dissipating remnants of sleep. "But we don't have enough time to–"

"On the contrary," Corvus replied with a lift of his index finger, tail swishing with ill-concealed self satisfaction, "I have woken all of you up an hour early for just such an occurrence. There is no reason for you to simply grab an apple and dash off to your class. There is plenty of time to eat and digest before departing for our separate buildings."

Receiving three wholly flabbergasted stares, he quickly amended with, "Although, I encourage you to have an apple regardless. I read that they are high in fiber content, and your digestive tracts need constant assistance, especially at the beginning of the day."

He took his own seat and eyed with them with such imploring sincerity that it was all they could do not to wolf down everything he had provided, just to make him happy.

like I said, anything Corvus related from you is a treat, so how about Corvus who found a little puppy and brought it back from his walk? Or a mouse made a home in his apartment and he just invited himself to be its friend? Just Corvus with animals, pretty please with a cherry on top 😇😇

(a/n: YES. i'm glad my writing of corvus is well received. reqs open!)

"Cor, what's all this on your floor?" Lincoln toed the miniature paper plate with his sneaker, unsettling the scattered remnants of what looked to be cornflakes, blueberries and...

"Are those peanut butter chips?" Theo asked, peering over Lincoln's shoulder with raised brows.

Corvus was sitting on the sofa, knees drawn to his chest as he smiled cheerfully. His laptop was open on the side table, fan whirring exhaustively, indicating that Corvus had once again done an unfathomable amount of curriculum in an equally astounding amount of time.

"They are." he answered, dipping his chin to Theo as he pulled out his cell phone, fingers nimbly maneuvering to his gallery, which he then turned around to display.

"That's...a hole." Dreamer observed, tilting their head. "In your wall." They turned to look at the plate, eyes flicking up an inch to the very same hole. They were about to ask why he had taken a picture of a seemingly innocuous hole, when their brain put the pieces together.

"Corvus, do you have a mouse?"

Lincoln and Theo both took a step back from the wall, as though a singular rodent were about to come forth and wreak havoc on their shoes.

"I do." Corvus replied, the smile turning indulgent. "I found him in my pantry eating through a bag of instant noodles. I startled him and watched as he ran off to his hole."

"You should call your landlord." Theo advised, gingerly walking over to where Dreamer and Corvus were. "They'll probably be able to get an exterminator out in a day or so–"

"Why would I need an exterminator?" Corvus interjected, brows drawn. "He's quite welcome to stay."

"It's a mouse, dude." Theo replied, eyes fluttering nervously to the wall once more. "They carry all kinds of diseases, not to mention eat you out of house and home."

"The diseases are not a problem," Corvus shrugged, "as I am quite capable of healing myself of any such sicknesses that would fell my human counterparts. And as for the eating, that is why I provide him with food myself. If he gets full, he won't venture further. Though, I can't say I would be terribly annoyed should he do so. I find him incredibly amusing."

The other three stared at him in stunned, though not wholly disbelieving, silence. This was something almost par for the course.

Lincoln broke the quiet with a low, startled grunt, his sneakers shuffling against the carpet as he scrambled (as much as someone with his presence could scramble) over to the rest of them by the sofa.

The mouse appeared, head poking out of its hole to absent-mindedly gnaw on a cornflake, then seize a blueberry between its incisors before darting back into the darkness.

"See?" Corvus stood up, walking over to the plate and turning it around so that the peanut butter chips faced the opening. "I suspect he'll want something sweet to finish his meal."

"What's he gonna do next, name it?" Lincoln muttered to Dreamer, before Corvus turned with eyes alight at the prospect.

"I didn't think of that. Perhaps he would feel more welcome if I addressed him personally. What do you think would be most fitting?"