#Mel can write??

[darlingsnow0]

If notes could talk my Katniss avox pt3 would be calling me slurs every time I open my notes app for forgetting about it

[ihernglass]

everyone out here fighting about langdon vs. santos but i’m still traumatised by the jump scare that was javadi inviting herself to mckay and mateo’s hang out 😭

[artstennisracket]

Stalker!Art

cw: nsfw(18+), masturbation, stalking, breaking and entering, and more stalking, fem!reader

Art had been so good. He hasn’t followed you in almost 3 days. That’s a long time. Not knowing what you’re up to. Well also not really true, he was still stalking all your socials. You had public accounts so that was easy. Late at night, watching your stories from beach days or clubbing with friends with his hand down his pants and shirt bitten between his teeth as he cums.

Point being, he hasn’t physically followed you in three days. No watching you walk from class to class with Andrea (your best friend), no watching your soccer practices from behind the bleachers, and even no sitting two tables behind you in the library while you study from 9-11pm every tuesday and thursday. He has completely left you alone for three days. In a physical sense.

So this was a treat—a reward. For being so good and letting you have your space. At least that’s what he has to keep telling himself as he makes his way through your cracked bedroom window on the first floor of your apartment building.

He doesn’t really know what he’s looking for he just knows he needs something. Rummaging around in your dresser. Bras, socks, bikinis. He even finds the red gingham bikini you wore in your last ig post. Letting his fingers feel the material, shiver running up his spine. But he can’t take this, you’d notice it’s gone.

Making his way to your night stand and bingo. Your panties. So many different kinds. Frilly, lacy, plain cotton, boy shorts, thongs, mesh. He almost melts to a puddle right there. Until he spots it. Your small bullet vibrator. Fuck.

It’s a blur but he ends up grabbing a pair of your panties from the designated dirty clothes pile next to your hamper. Not sure why they didn’t make it into the hamper but he doesn’t care, you can be as messy as you want. Be messy with him. For him. On him. Make a mess all over his fucking cock and—jesus, there’s something wrong with him.

It doesn’t stop him from laying on your bed and pulling his shorts down to start jerking off. Dirty panties bunched up in his fist pressed against his nose. Deeply inhaling your scent, mouth hanging open. Silencing his moans to be as quiet as possible. Breathing picking up.

Grabbing your vibrator to press on the underside of his tip and yeah he isn’t gonna last long at all. Thinking about all the times you’ve used this exact vibrator. Pressing it against your clit, teasing your wet hole. Legs shaking, rubbing the sensitive nubs on your chest. Moaning, borderline crying from how overstimulated you are with the vibrator pressed directly on the bundle of nerves.

He would know. He knows because he’s watched you. Many many times. Peeking through your bedroom curtains late at night. He’s memorized your schedule, you don’t do it every night but the nights you do it’s always around 12am. So he’d just wait, every night, outside your window. Most times you’d just fall asleep but some nights you’d reach into that same nightstand drawer and go at it.

Thinking about that one night you came three times, with your voice muffled by your pillow. Face down ass up, surprising yourself when you squirted for the first time ever. Art almost came in his pants on the spot. But now he doesn’t have to hold back, cumming all over himself as his abs flex.

Wiping it up with your dirty panties, stuffing it into his pocket. Making sure to leave everything else exactly where he found it.

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[rosenr0tten]

Meljay isn’t boring. Most people are just unwilling to discuss or engage with them in a meaningful way because of their own biases + inability to think of ship dynamics beyond their cookie cutter tropes

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

In your Gaslight District au, you said that during/after the Angel egg sceame, Ken basicly kidnaps Mud.

So, what are Mud's feelings about it?

And how does he feel about Mel and Breadhead?

Oh, Mud is absolutely LIVID about everything that's happened, but also extremely confused. From his perspective, he was just having a regular day doing his job until a seemingly random gang of unauthorized intruders suddenly barged out of nowhere to steal the egg. Everything was falling apart into chaos and while he was dealing with the angel storm he crosses path with Ken of all people?? And apparently he has a daughter who is also a human??? They have a whole huge fight about it on the spot because Mud is absolute frothing at the mouth at the discovery that his brother is in possession of a human, who are kept inside the gates for a reason.

But Ken manages to both kill him and his boss, allowing the gang enough time before he regenerates to just straight up kidnap him back to the butcher shop and lock him in the freezer. Mud essentially gets little to no answer to his questions and has NO IDEA what the heck is going on. AND he's still angry.

Mud's anger is mostly directed at Ken. The fact that there's a chance Ken has already broken into Paradise Lost before while he was a soldier and he didn't know about it infuriates him. Although Mel also sort of receives Mud's ire purely by assossiation. He's mostly just extremely wary of Mel.

Because he's been working as a Virtue Corp officer for so long, you could say that his mindset about humans was very influenced by the virtues. He doesn't have that same fear of the prophecy that the other rotlings do at the district, but sees her more as some sort of property or dangerous weapon that doesn't belong outside of heaven and should be returned to its rightful place. He doesn't trust her at all.

He doesn't trust anyone in in the gang, in fact; especially Breadhead as well considering his strength. He hasn't interacted with all of them much yet but he knows that they're all dangerous and untrustworthy! (not like he's in any position to say that)

[rileygorski]

langdon x mel jealousy headcanon that i need to write down cause it won’t leave my brain

it’s thursday, both mel and langdon have two hours left of their shift. it’s been relatively less hectic shift and they’re both looking forward to going home to enjoy taco night with becca when two gurneys roll in.

a fight broke out at a bar. one man, early thirties, has a broken nose, black eye and took a bottle to the cheek. the other has a dislocated shoulder and shards of glass lodged in his hand. they both jump at the chance to each take a patient. it’s only half way through langdon’s assessment with the second man involved when he hears laughter coming from the other room, and he’s instantly honed in. mel’s laugh has always had that affect on him.

she’s suturing up the last of the cuts on his eyebrow when he walks in (he doesn’t need to be there, really, but it’s been almost forty five minutes since the patient was brought in and the laughing hasn’t stopped.) dana is also in the room, typing away on the computer when she spots him leaning against the doorway. if he noticed her he doesn’t make it known, eyes instantly fixated on the other woman in the room (because it always is, dana thinks with an eyeroll).

the patient, ron, doesn’t even attempt to look at the man near the doorway, eyes locked on dr. king while she’s smiling at some cat joke he made.

“dr. langdon, how nice of you to join us.” dana says. it’s a tactic to avoid the very constricting tension she feels in the room right now. she hears ron hiss under his breath.

“i was just checking in, ” langdon replies, trance breaking. he looks down at his wrist to a watch he doesn’t have. “and to remind dr. king that her shift is almost over.” (it’s not his job.)

“thank you, dr. langdon.” mel replies with a gentle smile his way. “just finishing the last of the stitches…and ron, you should be good to go!”

“wow, dr. king.” ron says. he doesn’t break, eyes still focused on mel. pays no attention to the other doctor at the door when he says, “is there a way i can thank you? maybe over coffee—“ but mel’s phone goes off before she has a chance to stop anything, looking at the caller id before excusing herself to take the call. it’s only when they watch her walk out the room does the patient seem to notice dr. langdon’s presence.

“god,” ron huffs, slumping back down on the pillow. he looks up at langdon. “if fighting is what i have to do to end up back here with her..then damn….” langdon jaw tenses and dana thinks any more pressure will end up with him on one of these beds. the patient continues obliviously, “hey, man, do you know if she’s seeing anyone?”

dana lets out a scoff and instead of the last minute paper work she should definitely be doing, she continues to look at the screen, scrolling up and down on the same page and listens when frank, who tries to be polite, state “it’s, uh, unprofessional of me to give patients personal information regarding other staff.” there’s a pause, and then dana swears she hears a grin form on his face when he says softly “but, yeah, she is.”

“but it’s not serious right? i mean come on, i didn’t see a ring on that finger. what fucking idiot wouldn’t—“ langdon is too busy focused on being polite and professional and doing his best to not get fired again, but it just keeps going and going. ron asks to leave his number, if he can get a pen to write it down on anything or anywhere when mel walks in again, discharge papers in hand and wound care instructions. he tries again to ask her out for coffee which makes langdon snort so loud he has to hide it with a cough, but mel is a professional and simply replies that she doesn’t date her patients. but ron tries again, by asking if she has any time off this week to watch his band play just as friends. and it has langdon coughing up a storm trying to mask his laughter he has to exit the room.

dana has decided she has enough of the show and entertainment material to relay to perlah and princess tomorrow morning. she claps her hands to get everyone’s attention, “dr. king is a very busy woman who needs some sleep. so i’ll take over any further questions you may have, bud. starting with the healing process..” mel takes it as her cue to hastily exit out of the room.

langdon insists he’s fine when she comes over to ask if he’s okay. he reassures her but jokes about having competition. to which she replies that there isn’t any and that langdon’s jokes are way better. they hold hands as they walk down the hallway to clock out and only part when they have to go to the lockers.

he’s waiting for her by the exit that leads them through the crowded waiting area and into the front of the building when he notices her little admirer had stayed. they make eye contact just as mel bounces up next to him, “ready for taco night!?” she says excitedly and not like they didn’t just finish a twelve hour shift. he looks down at her, a goofy grin on plastered on his face and from his peripheral can see ron is just about to move towards them, when the arm that instinctively goes around her shoulder stops him. it’s been thirty minutes since his shift has ended and frank doesn’t have to be polite or professional anymore when he locks eyes with ron again, pulling mel closer and intertwining their fingers. he places a kiss to her forehead and smiles when ron sits back down in his chair, looking completely dumfounded.

[lexishoney]

thunderbolts fans will tell you you can't ship boblena, ghostwalker, buckymel and then infantilize one character even though they are like 30, attribute all the war and moral crimes to depressed ex soldier, claim that the character that went through so much development and growth 'isn't ready' to be in a healthy relationship (even though it was this character's thing since forever), attribute certain sexuality to the film adaptation of the character, claiming that this character's sexuality is canon in the comics while reliability of this information is also ambiguous, try to convince you into thinking that 30-year-old-woman is a fresh out of school girl and made up some crazy theories on why the character can't be shipped with the depressed ex soldier mentioned before bcs 'they have big brother-little sister dynamic' and 'she deserves someone better'

[stromblessed]

I’ve hit that point where there’s so much about Arcane that I want to discuss and level-set about for my own sanity

only to realize that it doesn’t really matter because season 2 was so noncommittal and so defanged, it unravels season 1 too. Like you really just have to discuss season 1 as its own entity. Looping season 2 into deeper discussions actively makes season 1 crumble into something just as derivative and just as thematically lost. Just imagining that season 2 was what the writers were angling for even in the final drafts of season 1 makes me so sad

[bebrave-live]

Love the flavor of soulmates that is a main m/f partnership dynamic that's mostly platonic but also romantic but also dysfunctional and yet completely essential - like these characters would not work without each other, but they barely work with each other, and most importantly they know each other carnally better than anyone else, but it's also not about sex at all it's about the partnership and navigating the highs and lows of intimacy and letting someone in, but also maybe they do fuck, but also maybe don't, but also...

[melmedardasworld]

Yes, I will be writing their reunion and posting it before Act III drops.

[saikiflm]

how the fandom, especially jayvik fandom, treats mel + her relationship with jayce genuinely does a disservice to her character and her struggles which sucks but there needs to be an important distinction between what happens in canon and what happens in fanon. Jayce is written into a crossroad where he had to choose between mel and viktor, this wouldn't be a problem if they writers had written the end of meljayce a bit better than whatever that shit show of a reunion was but u really can't have everything. With that being said meljayce, in my humble opinion, weren't built to last but that doesn't derail the fact that both meljayce cared and love for each other but again, im tired of pretending that meljayce had potential when I really think they their relationship didn't show any signs of longevity and I wish people understood that more.

[iwillmissourtalks]

Toks Olagundoye (Mel’s VA) answered my question about the Oculorum!!

Full interview here

There’s a LOT we can get out of this answer. I’ll probably reblog with more thoughts once I stop reeling from the fact she actually answered my question but for now:

Mel in the Oculorum doesn’t have any initial suspicions of not-Kino. She’s also in the opening scene both deeply disoriented and actively hallucinating.

This lines up with what Toks said -> we now basically have “word of god” confirmation Le’blanc was erasing her memories between attempts to manipulate her. Because we never see Mel talk about what happened we unfortunately don’t know if she ever regains those memories.

I would love to see a fic (or the Noxus show, but that feels unlikely) exploring her piecing back together what happened & working though the emotions of it all. 5 months is a long time, goddamn.

[narumi-gens]

why does life slumber? yandere!sunday x gn!reader

minors, ageless, blank blogs dni

"dove, what are you doing?"

there's something dark in sunday's tone that signals danger. but right now, you're too focused on trying to keep your balance as you crouch on top of the balcony's railing to pick up on it. the metal is narrow enough that it only just fits the width of one foot and so you have them arranged toe to heel.

this high up, the wind is as strong as it is cold. the only thing keeping you from slipping from the railing is the death grip that you have on it.

"dove, come down from there."

you quickly glance over at him to see the cautious hand that he's extending out to you before looking over the balcony's edge, only to immediately feel dizzy. you shut your eyes as your hold on the railing grows tighter.

"it's just a dream. it's just a dream," you tell yourself, forcing yourself to ease your grip and steady your stance.

"dove! this isn't the dreamscape!"

the wind must have carried your voice because there's suddenly a frantic note in his tone that you've never heard before. it's enough to catch you by surprise and make you hesitate, tightening your hold on the railing and opening your eyes.

"this isn't the dreamscape," he repeats, slower this time but no less excited. "you're awake. this is reality."

you look at him from the corner of your eye and see that he's moved a few inches closer, his hand still outstretched towards you. he sounds so sure that it has you doubting yourself.

you're positive that this is a dream. you're positive that you learned the difference between when he puts you under into the dreamscape and when he wakes you up back into reality.

but...what if he took you out of the dreamscape without you regaining consciousness? what if he had woken you up, but then somehow removed the memory? what if the bedroom you awoke in was the real one and not the exact mirror he created for you in the dreamscape?

what if jumping from this balcony doesn't wake you from a dream but instead ends it all in reality?

"n-no. this is a dream," you assure yourself and him, but both your voice and certainty waver. you take a deep breath for courage and force the confidence back into your words. "this is a dream!"

slowly, you let go of the railing and stretch your arms to the sides for balance, wobbling as you carefully begin to stand up. your heart races in your chest. your stomach drops. you can feel how sweaty your palms are.

"dove, you're awake!" his pleas fall on deaf ears. this is a dream. this is a dream.

you repeat the mantra over and over in your head as you carefully turn out toward what you're certain are the glittering streets of the golden hour far, far beneath your cage. you close your eyes, assuring yourself one final time that this is a dream and when you hit the ground, you'll wake up with precious moments to spare to try and escape before sunday wakes to stop you.

you take a single step off the railing, balancing for a moment on the one remaining foot, and then your world spins.

only, instead of falling forward, you've fallen backward into a firm chest and with a heavy arm tightly wound around your middle.

it takes a minute for the realization that he's caught you just as you were about to jump to sink in.

the adrenaline and fear are still pumping through your veins. your pounding heartbeat is loud in your ears, drowning out the relieved murmurings he breathes against your temple as he wraps his other arm around you to hold you close.

you're in such a state of shock, that you only notice you're shivering from the cold after he's carted you inside. once he has you seated, he shrugs off his jacket and gently places his blazer over your shoulders. your trembling fingers wrap it tighter around your frame, instinctively seeking the warmth it holds from his body heat.

"oh, dove," he softly sighs from where he kneels before you. his expression is colored with a mixture of sadness, concern, and relief. you flinch when he brings his hands up and cups your cheeks, but he doesn't let you shake him off. "what were you thinking?"

the question is dripping with condescension and pity, making you feel small. your gaze drops to your lap and when you notice how blurry your vision is, you realize that you're crying.

"I-I wanted to wake from the dream," you whisper, your voice so soft that he only hears you because of how close he keeps you.

there must be something in your words that affects him because he rests his forehead against yours. when your eyes briefly dart up to see him, you find that his own eyes are closed.

"even if this were a dream, it wouldn't matter. you'll always be by my side. haven't you realized that yet?" in response, you can only break down in sobs.

it's only much later that night, in the brief moment that sunday has his back to you, that you're able to quickly peek over the edge of your bed and look at the bottom of the bedside table. and there, so faint that you can see it only because you know to look for it, is the small D that you scratched into the wood weeks ago.

the knowledge that you are in fact in the dreamscape should relieve you as it means that you can still tell the difference between dreams and reality. instead, you find yourself wishing you hadn't looked because there's nothing that you can do about it.

even that small movement has caused the thick chain connecting the collar around your neck to the rung bolted into the wall to softly rattle, drawing sunday's attention back to you. you merely close your eyes and try to make peace with the fact that it doesn't matter if you're dreaming or awake. you're trapped in a nightmare regardless.

[leulah]

i was yapping in the tags of my last reblog, and decided that it needed its own post. but what i think is really interesting about mel as a character, but is a bit detrimental to the fandom perception of her, is that so far we aren’t really presented with any major character flaws of hers. sure she can be a little awkward, and she doesn’t have the best bedside manner because of it, but those aren’t really negative personality traits. they’re not flaws.

and so because of that, and because mel is autistic, there is this issue within the fandom of infantilizing her and acting like mel is a faultless innocent baby doll who can do no wrong and how dare you suggest mel can be nothing less than a perfect and pure being? when no, she’s a grown adult woman and is allowed to be imperfect and messy!! we’ve only known her 15 hours and there’s so much more of the character to figure out.

i hope in s2 we get to explore mel more and get to see the imperfect sides of her. maybe she’s a professional at work, but in her personal life she’s very selfish and bad at relationships. maybe she gets very envious when other residents get more attention from the senior residents and attendings. maybe she is quick to close herself off and cut people out from fear of abandonment. there are options! and none of them contradict who we met in s1, but allow for more depth of the character.

mel is very kind and empathetic, but that’s doesn’t mean she doesn’t have bad traits as well. and the langdonmel fic writers do such a good job of exploring all these concepts and allowing mel to be imperfect. they write mel as an actual flushed out three dimensional character, and not stuck as a paragon of perfection.

[asgardian--angels]

keep fighting the good fight against this weird misconception that vik is somehow stoic and unemotional, bestie 🫡 cause idk where the hell people picked that up lol

thank you!!! fandom is always gonna fandom, reducing characters to two-dimensional tropes to make them mix-and-matchable. it's especially unfortunate when the characters we're given in Arcane are so rich and nuanced. the best antidote is to go back and rewatch the source material imo lol.

thanks for enjoying my tags also!! I used to write actual meta many years ago but at some point lost my nerve or lost the time. now it lives in the tags. I don't know many people in the jayvik fandom here, it seems mostly active on twitter, but I'm glad to be noticed by at least a couple people here :) your blog is great!!

[repressionmd]

ready to be loved by you | 7881 words

Mel was young, as far as vampires went, but she'd never experienced the famed bloodlust. If she was honest, she thought it was just an excuse to drink people dry with slightly less moral qualms or to seduce people in the post-feeding endorphin-rush haze. Or both. That is, till she met Dr Frank Langdon.