Absolutely loves his wife ( wives ) and Husband !
He was loved so much he got married more then once ! <3
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Absolutely loves his wife ( wives ) and Husband !
He was loved so much he got married more then once ! <3
So me and @thebluescreen where talking about it and I just wanna clarify something.
Me and them have currently created two nextgen multiverses. They are both completely different and separate from eachother.
The first one (which I've nic named Binary verse) is one we made over years together. It was a personal thing purely for fun and contains ship kids like Coffee creamer and Amoris. This universe uses alot of our headcannons, but it trys to play more to the cannon personality of the characters involved it doesn't always though. This universe also has a few Ocs sprinkled in.
The second universe (which we have nicknamed the Poly verse) is one that we have been developing over the last month or so. This is one which was made purely for our fun.
It's a multiverse of crack ships and alot of poly shops for some reason and leans very heavily in Headcannons. For example Nightmare in this universe plays more into the fandom's version of him where he's basically a grumpy cat.
This universe contains ship kids like Hiragana and Rem.
Just some random info for you. I still plan to post stuff about both universes and share the ship kids, from both. I just wanted to make sure you guys knew about the difference :)
Autumn & The Ragnarssons
Ragnar had watched the news with fascination. He was not a man prone to things like false hope or optimism. He had run his gang with an iron fist, aided by his sons and brothers. They had ruled the whole of the West coast from Alaska to Southern California. Only a government informant had given them away, a young submissive he had foolishly taken to his bed, who planted a bug and overheard what she should not. He had taken the plea to protect the rest of his family. Over the last few years, several others had joined him. Brief stints of a year or two at most but it was nice to be with family again. Their ranks had swelled inside the walls of the prison for there was power to grab everywhere, especially in a place like this where a few dollars in a cash kitty went a long damn way.
But Ragnar was tired. A life sentence hung over his head and since his conviction he had nothing but brief, non-sexual scenes. All he was permitted. He ached in ways he had never understood before. The others lamented their submissive-less status but shut up quickly when he gave them a look. They had hope of leaving. He did not. Then the Supreme Court issued its ruling. Somehow he had thought they would still find ways to block it. To prevent them from getting a submissive for themselves. Nothing shocked him more than the moment they paraded the half dozen young women into the dining hall and made them stand there, surrounded by some of the most dangerous men in the country. Waiting to enter what must surely be their own private hell. The others hooted and hollered but the Ragnarssons remained silent, almost eerily so. Slowly the others fell quiet as well. You could scarcely hear a pin drop.
The others waited for him to select. Even the guards.The Ragnarssons ran this prison and no one was going to pretend otherwise. The Warden shot him a look and Ragnar just smirked, “I think she will serve us well.” He nodded toward the pretty brunette on the end, furthest from him. As if that would save her. There was no saving her now. She was theirs.
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Hi... I’m back with the RPF again.. This time it’s Vlamburn PLUS Keegan Allen. I have no excuses.. I just developed a verse all on my own. There is more to come (don’t ask me when)
For those that Need a refresher, this is Keegan
He’s in the middle... Ummmm yeah
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Shout out once again to @smoakandash and @bisexualalienblast who I’ve tortured with sneak peeks for WEEKS... Enjoy my lovelies.... Let me know what you think.
He flops on the bed, cuddling up next to Atem with a groan. "Remind me to never go shopping with Yugi again. My feet are killing me..." (Poly Heba)
“I’ve told you before how she is.” He winked at Heba. “She can go hours.”
𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑔𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃
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“Sorry, is there a reason why you’re following us?” Harlan asked after stopping with his boyfriend, Gage. He still had one hand grasping onto the blonde’s arm, looking back to the stranger behind them. He noticed the man following them for a while, and could immediately tell he was an Alpha.
Once Gage had turned and seen the much taller male trailing them, he quickly moved and pushed Harlan behind him. They were both Omega’s, but Gage had always acted as the Alpha, so much so that he even bought expensive Alpha scents and pheromones to try and disguise himself. But he was still built like an Omega.
A low growl left the blonde, “He is spoken for…”
What are your thoughts on the King's and Queen's association with Roo? (Poly Verse)
Alastor ran his hands through his hair, frustrated by the question brought up. What is he supposed to think? What could he even do? The one thing he despised most is the feeling of helplessness.
He's not weak.
"They're in infected and there is nothing I can do to remove it at this time. The only thing I can do is to help keep the dark thoughts at bay. Anger can invoke her to come forth. She loves chaos and hate."
"I worry for them. I worry she'll tear them asunder and there will be nothing left."
Meh. Here's a thing. Not my best work but it's okay. @radioactivewombats
Everyone on the planet knows that soulmates exist. It's a fact of life.
Not everyone on the planet is lucky enough to actually have a soulmate however. It's not a terribly rare phenomenon but it's not entirely common either. A study done by scientists once said it was something like a one in a hundred thousand chance. Other scientists doing similar studies got different numbers – but not by very much usually. The results always added up to be the same, that most of the population on the planet got to date and experiment and have fun with whoever they wanted without the guilt of knowing they're cheating on someone they haven't even met yet.
Sam hates the idea of soulmates. Has ever since his fourth grade health teacher had explained about puberty and that some lucky people would start having everything they wrote or drew on their skin appear on their soulmate in the same place. And that if you did have a soulmate it meant they were who you were going to spend the whole rest of your life with. Wasn't that exciting and romantic?
The girls in his class had all thought so. Most of his fellow boys had gagged at the thought right alongside Sam.
It had taken three more stressful years for anything to appear on Sam and it was in the middle of a very boring History class.
For lack of anything better to do Sam had started doodling on his arm. A star in the middle of his left palm. The names of his five favourite foods on each of his fingers. The names of the American presidents that he could remember. A skeleton dancing on a gravestone.
Sam didn't think anything of it. He'd been told before by classmates that he was really good at drawing.
Apparently someone else thought something about it.
On his right arm appeared the words: 'Could you not. My teacher's going to think I'm cheating on my test.'
But then suddenly the skeleton was given a top hat and a cane. A different handwriting added in tiny writing 'putting on the ritz'
Sam let his head fall down onto his desk. Of course. It would make sense that he'd be one of the lucky few.