#Then there's the WIPs we already have and are working on

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Same as it ever was 14

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as neglect, bullying, manipulation, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Between your home life and work, you just can’t catch a break. Especially after you draw the ire of your boss.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen ft. Pete Brenner

Note: Happy Tuesday

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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“Promise, Pete, I’ll get her back in one piece,” Hansen vows with a wink and a nudge. 

You sit helpless in his passenger seat. He has one hand on the open door as he faces your husband. Pete won’t look at you but you can barely do the same of him. Funny, how you’re so eager to be away from him that you’re not even that bothered at the prospect of spending the day with your boss. 

“You’re a life saver. Really. Never had a boss that cool,” Pete says. 

“Well, you know, I gotta admit. Your wife carries a big load at work. She’s saved my ass more than once and she kinda holds the whole place together. I’m sure you know exactly what that’s like, huh?” Hansen proclaims. 

“Uh, yeah I do,” Pete has the decency to sound ashamed. It’s too bad he couldn’t have seen that years ago. 

“Lucky man. We’re gonna figure it out. She’s strong, we both know you can’t keep her down,” he clicks his tongue.  

“Right, uh, well, I could take her if it’s easier.” 

“What? Pete? You were just telling me about that big meeting. Good luck!” He slaps Pete’s shoulder. “You’ll have to bring us some good news.” 

“Uh, right,” Pete grumbles, “um, honey, I... I love you. I hope the doctor can help.” 

“Thanks,” you say curtly. “Don’t wanna be late.” 

“Gotta listen to the wife, right? Always knows best,” Hansen chortles. “Watch out, sweetheart, don’t wanna catch you.” 

He closes the door as you keep your head straight. Their voices are muffled and you’re thankful for the mental break. The two of them don’t stop. You don’t know how you didn’t see the similarities before. 

You close your eyes and Lloyd drops into the driver’s side. You don’t flinch. He turns the engine and you stay just as you are. He pulls out and the motion sends a ripple through you. The painkiller might have something to do with that. 

“So, the old man and you are... icy,” he says. 

“That’s personal.” 

“Well, baby cakes, think we’re well past blurring lines,” he scoffs. 

“What do you care?” 

“Hey, I’m not entirely heartless. My balls just happen to be more sensitive,” he snickers. “Trust me, I’m not getting sentimental. I want you back to operational. That means whatever stick is lodged up your ass needs to come out so mine can get in.” 

“Disgusting,” you growl. 

“Mm, please, talk dirty to me, baby,” he purrs. 

You snap your mouth shut and grimace. You can’t help but think of the night before. Of Pete all over you. Just like the man beside you, he didn’t listen either. Your own husband... 

“Jesus, I know you’re high on percs but try to lighten up,” he intones. 

You rub your cheek and pry your eyes open, “are you really taking me to a doctor?” 

“As much as I’d rather be taking you to a penthouse and breaking your back more than it already is, yes, I’m taking you for real help. I got a magic mustache and even better tongue but I can’t fix whatever the fuck happened to you,” he shakes his head. “And judging by the way that creature had his tail tucked up where his dick should be, I think he had something to do with it.” 

He sniffs and squints at the road. He gives a thoughtful hum. 

“Petey doesn’t seem like the wife beater type, but I guess-” 

“The fuck? He didn’t-- Argh!” You grip your hip and spasm as you tense at the accusation. “He didn’t... mean to. I slipped.” 

“Huh, dropped you? Man can’t handle all of you, can he?” 

“Hansen,” you warn. 

“I could give him some lessons, if you want.” 

“Stop, please. I’m already going insane with you--” 

“Oh, I know, I got that something that makes the ladies go wacky,” he preens. 

“Urgh, for the love--” 

“Relax. Please. You really can’t help yourself. You’re making it worse. Legit. You’re getting actually butthurt because you can’t let up for one minute,” he reprimands. “I’m dying to get in there and loosen you up but you gotta meet me halfway. So chill.” 

You growl but try to take his advice. The tension is too much. If you keep going on like this, something’s going to give. With what the doctor said about your blood pressure, it could even be your heart. 

You watch the road. It’s nice to not be in control. To not be taxiing someone around; to not be the one worried about time or anything. Still, it’s that underlying reality that keeps you edgy. 

Lloyd pulls in at a clinic on the north end. It’s the kind you could never afford. You’re pretty sure you get a free Costco membership just for being a patient. 

As he parks, you sit up. He tuts, “now, you let good old Lloyd help you with your broken tush, babykins.” 

You send him a derisive look but don’t argue. The painkiller is kicking in and makes even him tolerable. He gets out and you watch him come around. 

He opens your door and with uncharacteristic caution, slides his arm behind you. You lean on him as you stand. He’s actually helping you. Your back buckles but he keeps you steady. He closes the door with his other arm and ushers you slowly across the lot. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You ask. 

“What?” He laughs. “I’m helping you, sweet cheeks.” 

“Exactly. You’re helping me. Why?” 

“I’ve been pretty honest how hungry I am for the peach,” he returns. 

“It can’t be just that.” you growl. “I’m not stupid.” 

“Oh, I know you aren’t. That’s half the fun. Easy enough to get a bimbo on my desk. Boring, now that I think of it--” 

You hiss and grab onto his forearm to keep from collapsing. You hate that you’re latching onto him for comfort. At that moment, you don’t have much else; in several ways. 

“Easy, alright,” he coaxes. “We’ll get you inside and sitting down. Hopefully it’s not as bad as it looks.” He whistles as he approaches the doors and kicks the automatic door button. “You’re looking rough.” 

“Gee, thanks, Hansen. You really know how to flatter a woman.” 

“More like flatten but we’ll get to that.” 

“Gah,” you snarl as he ushers you through the lobby. “You are the most vile man I’ve ever met.” 

“Ah, you really think so?” He angles you with him as he approaches the elevator and reaches to tap the button. “I don’t got a wife and kids at home waiting for me as I’m fucking the intern. Nah, I’m just tempting a working mom into adultery--” 

“Shut the fuck up!” You bark as the doors open. An elder woman is wheeled out at she sends you an appalled gape. Lloyd smiles and guides you into the elevator. 

“Not hard to piece together, you know?” 

“I’m telling you,” you warn him as the lobby is shut out by the metal doors. “It’s none of your business.” 

“It’s not and I don’t really care if Pete is boning the assistant he’s underpaying. But it explains a lot.” 

“Does it?” You snip. 

“Oh yeah. The way you leak like a faucet whenever I’m near for one--” 

“Gross.” 

“And the skill. Ma’am, I know you’ve been dreaming of it in that empty bed. The neglected wife, wiling away her spare hours, longing... well, here I am, baby, your knight in shining armour.” 

You whimper. The pain in your back is dull enough that you can bear it. It’s his needling that’s driving you up the wall. You need him to stop. You need everything to stop. You need one day when you’re not a plaything, not a wife, not a mom. 

“Keep sneering at me but we both know you came yesterday and it had nothing to do with the pills,” he taunts smugly. “So let me fix you up and I’ll give you all the Os you can handle.” 

🗄️

“It’s not a fracture,” the doctor turns away from the black and white images. “But I’m sure it hurts. You definitely bruised the bone but from what I can tell, your muscles are tight. It’s adding pressure to the trauma point. Pinching on a nerve or two.” 

You nod. It’s a relief that you didn’t break anything it’s not entirely great news. Lloyd turns away from the skeletal diagram on the table. “So, she’s fine?” 

“She’s in a lot of pain, isn’t she?” The doctor says. “She needs to go home. Relax. Sleep, if you can.” 

“Anything I can do to help?” He offers. “I really can’t stand to see her like this, doc. It makes me feel so powerless.” 

He touches his chest dramatically and you make a face.  

“Gentle massage. Just tender. Nothing to intense. Don’t push on anything,” he explains. “Warm bath if you can bear it, ice too. You said you have a support cushion?” You nod. “If you have to sit up, use it.” 

“I can handle that,” Lloyd drawls. “I can be gentle.” 

He smirks at you as you send him a sharp look. His lashes flick and his irises flare. You could punch him in the face and you think it would only egg him on. 

“Doc,” Lloyd nears him, “thanks. I owe ya. I’ll have a bottle of scotch sent to the practice.” 

“Just doing my job but I don’t mind a good cask-aged bottle.” 

“Consider it on its way,” Lloyd assures him and turns to you. 

You thank the doctor and let Lloyd help you off the bed. You don’t have the strength or energy to resist. It’s just the same as the last professional prescribed. Rest. You think he might just have to listen to the experts and give you a break. 

“Alright, let’s get you home, baby,” he cooes as you pass through the waiting room. You catch the glance of a woman who watches with envy as her husband slumps with arms crossed and resists a midday nap. If only she knew the type of man Lloyd truly is. 

He reclines the seat in the car for you. You close your eyes. The pills make you tired, just like everything else. 

The smooth motion of the car lulls you. You startle as you find yourself still. Lloyd lifts you from the seat and you spasm. You whimper and he clucks. 

“There ya go, making it all worse again,” he chides. 

You grab onto his shoulder. You can’t help but think of how Pete let you fall. You fear another crash down to earth. 

“I work out, baby face, don’t fucking worry,” he assures you. 

You furrow your brow and look around. You’re not in your neighbourhood. You thought he was taking you home. Instead, you’re staring up at one of those overpriced modern builds. 

“It’s glorious, isn’t it? The high life.” 

You don’t answer him. There’s nothing you could say that could convince him you’re not covetous, because you are. You could’ve gone down this road. You could’ve skipped the dry marriage and the fussy kids. 

That thought scourges you with guilt. You love your children and once upon a time you loved your husband too. It can’t be a mistake if it made you happy once. Simone and Malik still do make you happy. Hopeful, even. 

He brings you through the front door and strides into the airy front room. The windows stretch from ceiling to floor and let in the day. He lays you on the spacious sectional, the cushions wide enough for two, and he drags a pillow over for you. 

You close your eyes, content to just be in one place. 

He tugs your shirt up and exposes your stomach. You tug it back down and your lashes snap open. He tilts his head at you. 

“Baby, I’m helping.” 

“Leave it,” you warn. 

“What’s the problem? I saw it all before.” 

You glare at him. The problem is it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t need to gawk at you. He doesn’t need to count the ways you can’t compare to Kendra and those other pretty interns. Just like the one your husband is fucking. 

“Leave that at the goddamn door,” he says as if he can read your mind. 

He yanks again and you relent. Whatever. You’re just something to be used. For Pete, you’re a dishwasher and a laundry machine. For Lloyd, you’re a piece of flesh and fodder for his twisted ego games. 

He undresses you with a tenderness so unlike him. His hands rove up and down your body with each piece he removes. When you’re completely exposed, you cover yourself futilely with your hands. He tweaks your nipple then toys with it. 

“Gotta turn you over,” he winks. “My favourite position.” 

“You can’t--” 

“Relax, I’m not gonna finish the job,” he taps your thigh. 

He helps you shift onto your side. You groan and grunt with the effort. You hug one of the cushions and lean onto it, your back to him. He flutters his fingers down your side and goosebumps rise over your skin. 

You shiver and he chuckles, “feels nice, huh? See, I can be a good boy.” 

You don’t reply. You close your eyes and cling to the strands of delight. That relief is so fleeting. He drags his fingers up and down and around your lower back. He sweeps around your hip and retraces the same path. Your muscles quiver but unwind. 

“That’s it,” he encourages you. 

You moan as the heat of his fingers seeps into you. It’s nice. You haven’t feel this placid in so long. Your head stirs and your limbs slacken. You forget the world and just let yourself be in that feeling. 

His hand creep along the back of your thigh then between your legs. He wiggles between them and you flinches. He pushes against your slit and rubs the side of his index against your clit. 

“Hansen,” you rasps. 

“Shhhh,” he hushes you. “Doctor’s orders. You need to relax.” 

[yooo-lets-go]

Answering some asks as usual:

As always thank you for all the nice words and fun drawing ideas (some are already in my bigass WIP folder)

To everybody apologizing for spam reblogging : don’t worry about it, it’s always a compliment for me:)))

Hey thank you, I’m happy you enjoy my stuff and the Polish content! I really like seeing niche stuff from different countries, call it cultural exchange lol. Also I think that every place in the world has people who love it at least a bit - home is home after all.

As for anatomy book recommendations, I have this:

There is more good ones im sure, for example I’ve heard good things about the Morpho (?) series. Sending best wishes to Wisconsin 🫡 I’d love to go there someday

Thanks a lot! I love it when I manage to convince people to enjoy the things I like. Besides, liking Depeche Mode and Sisters of Mercy is just called having a good taste 💯. Btw you have some really nice drawings on your blog! Your shading is 👌 keep it up! And good luck with learning Polish, I’ve heard it’s not the easiest 😅

Si, hablo un poquito 🤏 but I really should get back to learning

Yeah it’s Procreate, there should be a link to the place I downloaded brushes from in my pinned post, I hope it still works.

Also, you want to draw better than me Sergeant 🫡🫡

Now I have🫡 Witold from Warsaw, 1st Mechanised Division hell yeah🫡🫡

Ohh good question:

Of course Depeche Mode: “Speak to me” (more of a Ghost related song but where there’s Ghost there’s Soap)

Also Depeche Mode “Ghosts again”

For some reason Love and Rockets “so alive” (could work if you adjust lyrics a bit)

Also “all we ever wanted was everything” by Bauhaus (idk why)

Me before drawing that: gotta find some Scottish rapper, idk any

Me after: Shogun my man, I hope you made it 🙏🔥

You also need “Bóbr kurwa! Jakie wielkie bydle!!” And that’s pretty much it 🫡

Australia?? My reach continues to surprise me

Say hi to your cattle from me

[stanpinesdykewife]

this draft won the poll so i'm gonna work on it first! hopefully it'll be out by the end of the week but don't believe me HAHAHA. those who voted for other drafts: don't worry! they're in the lineup!

WIPPPP this is a wip don't get too excited... under the cut...

stoned watching porn WIP stan/reader (gender-neutral, with a vagina) pre/during/post-canon/unspecified smut, 731 words

“No way we just cut straight to nipple play. It’s been three minutes.”

“One moment you’re delivering pizza, the next you’re slobbering on a stranger’s tits,” Stan says solemnly, making you crack up. He grins at you, proud, and you try to get your laughs out before pulling another toke. “That’s just how it was back then.” You resist the urge to snort and lower the joint, sucking fresh air between your teeth.

“Back in your day?” you tease, then breathe slowly out. Stan barks out a laugh.

“Hey, I’m sharin’ real history here,” he jokes, reaching out again. You titter and hand the joint over again, your fingertips brushing briefly before you’re able to lean back into your side of the couch. For a guy who thought a decent ounce of weed still cost twenty bucks, max, he’s got the tolerance of a god. You're taking it easy, taking smaller hits than Stan is.

“I don’t trust your judgment, old man,” you say, wagging a finger at him, before a loud, overdramatic moan pierces the air. You both whip your heads to the screen, already laughing by the time you register Delivery Guy’s long, skinny dick sinking into Bachelorette’s pussy as she’s bent over the couch’s armrest. “That was nothing! No foreplay, nothing!”

“You don’t need foreplay in the movies, bud. That’s the magic of Hollywood.” You cast Stan a serious side eye, squinting at him as he eyes the joint. The bright cherry at the end has died down, and Stan glances around a moment for your lighter. You spot it next to him, halfway between the couch cushions, and point to it. “Hey, thanks.”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who ‘doesn’t believe’ in foreplay,” you say. Stan scoffs at you as he raises the joint to his lips, his other hand flicking the lighter with ease.

“Not in the movies. Movies are different, y’know,” he grumbles, touching the flame to the burnt end to reignite that cherry again. You watch as the tip turns bright red, blazing hot, and Stan’s cheeks suck in slightly as he takes a drag. Then he lets the flame extinguish, brings the joint away and lets his head roll back to the top of the couch cushion as he breathes the smoke out.

Your gaze is drawn to the long, sturdy line of his jaw. The sharp shadow underneath, the dim glow of the television casting light across the planes of his face. You lean back against the couch’s armrest, letting your gaze trail lazily towards the wisps of smoke reaching, stretching towards the ceiling. You open your mouth to say something.

“Yeah, yeah, stick that hot dick in my pussy,” Bachelorette says from onscreen, and your laugh this time is more out of surprise than anything. Stan snorts, blessed enough to have been paying at least a little attention to the movie. He doesn’t seem fazed by the change in position; Delivery Guy is sitting like a normal person on the beaten fabric couch, with Bachelorette’s back to him, her front facing the camera. She moans, long and high, as she sinks down on his dick. “Yes, yes, yes!”

You still have the remnants of a smile on your face as you watch, the top-notch weed keeping you bright-eyed. But you’re quickly lost in the movie. The bachelorette’s mouth falls into a satisfying circle, her back arching as she starts bouncing in her partner’s lap. Delivery Guy’s face is out of frame, but his hands are tight on Bachelorette’s hips. Your eyes follow the flexing of his fingers, dragging her down all the way onto his dick and then letting up his grip when she moves upwards. Every so often he lets out a groan, backing the impressive vocals of the woman riding him like a champ.

Huh. This part doesn’t feel as cheesy as the others.

“Oh yeah,” Bachelorette whines out, her eyes clenched shut. “Fuck, yes.”

In your peripheral, Stan takes another drag. Lowers the joint. Then he exhales slowly, so slowly, the smoke gliding out in a loose stream towards the television. The silence between you two isn’t awkward, not really—you’re just watching a movie. He's just smoking some weed.

You're so focused on convincing yourself this movie night is entirely, completely normal, that it takes you a moment to realize your thighs are squeezing together.

[beabnormal24]

Quick Carbon wip just got inspired and wanted to write it.

“George.” Alex hisses, pressing his phone against his cheek until he’s sure he could mold into it.

He can still feel his heart racing from the run he had made up the stairs. He hasn’t really gone to the gym in a while, so it could be that, or maybe it’s just the way his brain had felt like melting out of his ears when he had laid eyes on the labelled boxes in the hall, first, and a muscular back near the doorman box, after.

“Alexander.” George hisses back, “why are we whispering?”

“Carlos Sainz, George.” Alex says, just before realising that, probably, saying a name without putting it in a properly complete sentence doesn’t make any logical sense. “I just- I just saw him- in the hall- fuck”

“Did you run up the stairs?” George asks, sounding way too amused. “I told you, you should take your working out more seriously at your age. Again, I can talk with Rita and find a spot for you in my morning Pilates classes, they would do you only good I am sure.”

“George, Carlos Sainz, in my- in my building.” Alex repeats, frantically looking for his keys in the utter mess of his jacket’s pockets.

He was pretty sure he was already holding them as he got in the hall, but then they seemed to disappear just as he was getting up the stairs, skipping the elevator because he surely wouldn’t stay there with Carlos Sainz just a few feet away.

Perhaps he just mechanically put them back in his pocket, he wouldn’t put it past himself after seeing Carlos freaking Sainz in the same place as himself. Talking to Alex’s doorman, of all people.

“Ah, I see, I see.” George says slowly, “But weren’t you watching him playing in San Diego just, like, a few days ago? Ah these rich people and their private jets, our poor sustainability!”

“It was last week, George.” Alex says, moving his phone to the other shoulder as he gets both his hands finally free. “Do you really not listen to me at all when I talk about golf?”

George is suspiciously silent for a second too long. “Eh, no.” He says, sincerely. “That being said. I don’t see the big deal with him being in the same building as you. You’re obsessed with the guy, just make sure to not act weird and all.”

“Weird?” Alex whispers, but it almost sounds like a screech to his own ears. “Yeah, no, I am perfectly normal about this what are you saying?”

“I can literally hear your brain exploding from here.”

“Shut up.”

“You called me.”

“And I am regretting it very much.” Alex says, stuffing his hand in the back pocket of his jeans just to come out, once again, empty handed. God, why does this have to happen now of all times? He is in desperate need of a coffee and, even better, a long cold shower to properly wrap around what he just saw. “Ah, my keys-“

There’s a tap on his shoulder and the only reason why Alex manages to not jump out of his skin is that he’s way too distracted with something like avoiding having to change all his locks because of his own idiocy.

As he turns around ready to tell somebody off, though, he desperately wishes his soul had actually made the jump.

“Looking for these?” Carlos Sainz says, dangling Alex’s keys in front of his face with a smirk. Distantly, Alex is pretty sure his phone just fell to the ground. “You dropped them in the hall, I can see it’s an habit.” Carlos Sainz jokes.

Because, as it stands, Carlos Sainz is in front of him making a joke about how Alex seems to have an habit of dropping his personal stuff around like an idiot.

Which is precisely the best and worst thing that could ever possibly happen to him.

In a remote part of his barely functioning brain, Alex knows that he should probably laugh to not look like a complete weirdo - which is exactly what George had advised him of, amazing.

But all that actually manages to come out of his mouth is just a strangled noise as his mind goes through two things, not necessarily in that order: fuck he is hotter than on TV and fuck he is shorter than I thought.

“Is everything-“

“Yes!” Alex rushes to say, taking the offered keys out of Carlos’ hands before remembering that he has been raised with manners. “Thank you, I am- a bit distracted yes.”

“That’s okay.” Carlos says, reassuring. His smile is almost blinding, way too gentle than it should be when offered to, well, a complete stranger.

Alex can’t exactly miss the way Carlos’ eyes seem to take in the sight of him, raking from the top of his head to the worn points of his Converse. He probably looks ridiculous compared to the well-put and squeaky clean shoes on Carlos’ feet, but in his defence, they don’t have a dressing code at work, and he is no professional golfer.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, new neighbour.” Carlos says, and when his eyes meet Alex’s there’s a glint in them he can’t exactly decipher. “I am Carlos Sainz, but I seemed to notice you already know that.”

Oh.

Alex is fucked.

[mercutio-the-velaryon]

omg do you have any true meljayvik recs where mel DOESN’T “admit” that jayce loves viktor more because i am in the trenches here

10 Meljayvik Recs for Real Meljayvik Truthers

1.

Explicit

Someone Worth Sharing by fenfyre (Jace)

Classic long-form smut, Mel's role is a conductor-y but the tension feels pretty equal alternatively there is also...

2.

Explicit

A Little Night Music by AllThingsWillPass

a Mel-centric perspective flip on the fic.

3.

Teens & Up

The Sun, The Moon And The Blacksmith by AllThingsWillPass

A Speculative Fairytale esque AU with Mel and Viktor as Gods courting Blacksmith Jayce.

4.

Explicit

Marital Privilege by theneonpineapple

Arcane Legal AU centring, two main relationships, Sevika x Silco and Mel x Viktor and Jayce is there too. This fic really encapsulates the freak shit meljayvik could have going on if we lived in an ideal world.

5.

Explicit

The Rise (And Fall) of Hextech by hextechery (blue_chocolate)

Warning: Unfinished fic and the author isn't sure they'll continue but there's still some really great stuff explored in this one. I mean meljayvik band AU need I say more. (Also the author has a ton of works with melvik, meljay, jayvik and meljayvik, so go wild)

6.

Mature

Breakfast by Reece Bennet (ohmygodsimback)

Domestic Meljayvik with polyamory and conflict resolution I used to pray for times like this.

7.

Explicit

sancta trinitas by manticoremoons

Kinda Meljayvik bible a little.

8.

Explicit

you're holy to me by maevedarcy

Canon divergent poly fix-it one-shot with established Meljayvik

9.

Teens & Up

Green Eye by Dannidorina

Cafe AU!!! with Painter Mel, Barista Jayce and Bioengineer Viktor. Author just updated after a two year absence too happy days!!

10.

Mature

The Moon has Two Sides by Synergetic_Prose

Meljayvik - The beginning of the melvik dynamic - sex positive asexual Viktor.

11. (Because the first two are technically the same story)

Teens & Up

Kiss and make up already! by gavinnersworldtour

Meljayvik married life fic, just really cute. (Part 3 of an everyone lives AU, Author recommends reading the first two parts before this fic)

Now for a shameless self-plug

The Love Club by Me

Modern College AU - WIP but expect very messy throuple nonsense. You might wanna wait for me to upload a few more chapters first because it starts pre meljayvik knowing each other.

[waywardstation]

It's the Third Anniversary of PLA!

It's kinda hard to believe the Game is out for 3 years now.

Also 3 years of a good part of the Fandom crying over Ingo's unfortunate fate and the whereabouts of his twin brother.

But it also means almost 3 years worth of your content as well!

3 years of laughing, crying, cheering and rooting for your Akari and Ingo whom she adopted as her uncle/fatherly figure.

3 years full of fun shenanigans, exciting stories and heartwarming and wholesome content.

I know with the release anniversary I am a little early but I wanna say thank you already for giving us so much wonderful content in those 3 years! Keep up the good work! (in your own pace and without stress)

WHAT A FANTASTIC THREE YEARS IT HAS BEEN!! It is wild to think that Pokemon Legends: Arceus came out three whole years ago today. I still remember having the game delivered to my door on that day, and opening it and going in blind cause there was literally like nothing out for the gameplay yet. Immediately ran into Ingo and how Irida described he had appeared here from another place like me, I didn't recognize him at all but in my head I kept going 'he looks like a crashed pilot or something he looks so cool', grew attached to him cause we were in the same situation but his was way worse but he was still kind, and also cause he looked cool to me haha. Only after he started talking about Emmet and Chandelure in Wayward Cave did I realize he wasn't a new character and I had seen him before.

Grew obsessed with his whole story, wrote my first fanfics ever and kept them to myself for weeks, but I wasn't seeing a lot of the content being made that I wanted to see at this point (it's understandable though the game was still so new) so I then made a tumblr account to finally post them, because I didn't realize AO3 had such a long account creation waitlist lol.

IT HAS BEEN THREE YEARS SINCE THIS BEGAN WOW.

I am so, so happy that you and other awesome people have appreciated almost three years of my silly self-indulgent content now, I still see some of the same people who came around my blog three years ago interacting with my stuff today, and that means so much. And it's been so exciting seeing people still jump into this fandom today, too!!

Thank YOU Neko, for being one of those people who have been here since the beginning and for always motivating me and being kind to me, and wishing me well and sharing such awesome ideas you have yourself!!! And thank you everyone who has interacted with this blog and taken the time to appreciate my content and be a friend to me ;v; <3

I am working on some stuff to post for the anniversary today. I have content ready, its just uncertain how much of it will be done haha. I'm cleaning up WIPs that have been aging in my docs!! Happy three years to Pokémon Legends: Arceus, my favorite game, so so important and special to me!!!!!!

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt behind the cut; "Cassie gets cursed and Kon gets k'ed". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Um,” Kon says, and tries not to sound any stupider than he already does. In his defense, pretty much all his blood is still in his dick and not his brain. “Just–you don’t usually wanna hang out in here, is all.” 

She doesn’t ever wanna, actually, which has admittedly made him vaguely wonder if it smells weird or it’s messier than he thinks it is or something, but since he literally has a better sense of smell than her and also cleans up in here pretty regularly because he can’t help feeling like Ma’d be disappointed if she found out his quarters were a trash heap, well . . . that doesn’t really seem likely, is all. 

So like–he’d just figured that she liked her room better or just something like that, but now he doesn’t actually know. Which is stupid, because it’s probably just that–

. . . no, it wasn’t closer. And there’s not anything sex-related in it that Cassie doesn’t have more and more flavors of in hers, so . . .  

“Oh,” Cassie says, and . . . blinks, slowly, lifting her head to look around the room. Kon feels a weird little flash of unexpected embarrassment that he did not feel comparing their dicks or trying to learn how to suck her dick or even coming in his pants like a fucking newbie. 

“Uh,” he says, his face feeling weirdly warm and feeling weirdly–flustered, himself. Cassie stares blankly at his closet, and he tries not to think about the sticky mess in the crotch of his suit and feels like an idiot who’s fucked up the mood and– 

“This is going to sound so weird, but I think I just thought I was supposed to, like . . . host,” Cassie says, sounding more bewildered than anything else. 

“. . . um,” Kon says. “Like . . .” 

“Like I mean I think I’ve literally been acting like getting dicked down is a dinner party I’m throwing and I have to plan a menu and get everything out of the oven on time and set the table. Or, uh, make the bed, I guess,” she says, then groans and hangs her head in disbelief. “Gods, I am literally my mom, aren’t I.” 

“Oh my god, babe,” Kon says, and half-covers his face with a hand as he laughs helplessly. Fuck, she’s so cute. So cute even with a dick that could beat up his dick. “Shit, you at least coulda given me a heads-up if I needed to get some napkin rings and shit!” 

“. . . oh, I’m immediately having weird sex thoughts about that idea,” Cassie mutters, her face turning pink, and Kon grins up at her and grabs her face to tug her down into a kiss. 

“Mmm, wanna wear the promethium cock ring for me, babe?” he purrs teasingly. “You could fuck me way longer with that thing on, right? Like, if it’s not too small for you, anyway. We could check.” 

So like–teasing, yeah, but definitely the kind of teasing that ends with an “. . . unless?”

“Nrgh,” Cassie says, then crushes him to the bed again and tries to bite his mouth off. Kon is personally very happy to be bitten. He winds his arms around her neck and his legs around her waist and moans happily into her mouth. His pants are a gross sticky mess and he wants out of them yesterday, and also to figure out how getting fucked up the ass actually works not only yesterday but, like, last week. 

“Seriously, if I’m the party this time, I gotta make sure the guests are enjoying ‘emselves, right? Gotta make sure that big fat magic dick you’re rockin’ is all comfy and hosted?” he croons breathlessly, feeling much better about the mood again, and Cassie buries her face in his shoulder with a low, gratifying groan and shoves her hands in between his ass and the mattress and just squeezes it. Kon makes a noise he has very, very rarely made in his life and can’t figure out if he wants to grind his ass down into her hands or his dick up into her abs, sticky mess or not. “Cassie, Cassie, fuck, you’re gonna fuck me, right? Gonna be my first?” 

“Nrgh,” Cassie says, her hips jerking down into his. He squirms up just a little bit higher against the mattress–just enough so the next jerk of her hips slots her dick in against his ass instead–and she groans even louder. 

“Never had a cock before, you felt so good in my mouth, s’it gonna feel that good up my ass too, y’think, or–?” 

“NRGH.”

Kon gets his legs shoved down and the bottom half of his suit yanked down around his thighs somehow all in the same move and then Cassie spits in her hand and then he gets a big broad hand shoved in up between his thighs and big broad calloused fingers pushing in along and against his taint and pressing in, and he gasps in, like, the absolute fucking sluttiest delight of his fucking life as Cassie rubs a spit-slick finger across and around his hole, which is holy fucking SHIT levels of sensitive, apparently. Oh. Oh, he really shoulda been playing around down there before, huh. Like a lot, he shoulda been. 

Kon has never been so happy about getting shoved around. He wants more of it. Fuck, at this point he thinks he wants fucking bullied. 

“Cassie, Cassie,” he moans gleefully, rocking down against her rubbing fingers, and she stares down at him fixatedly and rubs her fingers in tighter, dragging the flat pad of her thumb across his hole, and he makes another noise he’s only very rarely made in his life and then a whole mess of totally brand-new ones he’s never made before at all. “Goddamn, Cassie, goddamn, put ‘em inside, lemme feel ‘em, ah ah ah, wanna feel how big they–AH!” 

Cassie only dipped the tip of a finger in, but Kon is not embarrassed by how loud he yelped over it. The little stroking sensation feels fucking good, all shocky and bright and a totally different kind of sensitive than he’s used to, and it’s making his thighs fucking quake. 

“Not too–?” Cassie starts to ask roughly, and Kon deeply regrets his suit keeping his legs, like, arguably trapped and rocks his hips down. 

“More,” he begs, and Cassie makes a strangled sound. “Lemme–lemme get my pants off, lemme get my pants off and fuckin’ open me up, stick it in me, I wanna feel it, I–” 

Actually, they’re in his room this time, he realizes, so it doesn’t actually matter if he gets his pants off or just rips his pants in half, does it. 

There’s a fucking thought, Kon thinks, and then immediately snaps his thighs as wide open as he can. His pants tear apart right at the crotch and immediately become less “pants” and more, like, thigh-highs, and Cassie graduates from “strangled” sounds to “actively getting hanged” sounds. 

Kon feels pretty good about that, but not as good as he feels when she shoves her finger up inside.

[setmeatopthepyre]

You’ve got my attention with number 4, waiting for evac 👀👀

Also it’s so interesting to me to see how you org size everything into its own document! Can I ask what writing program you use? Does each fic have its own folder? 👀👀👀

so I use LibreOffice Writer (basically word but open source and free and not from microsoft) and I've been trying out yWriter for outlining stuff. I'm kind of sort of new to writing so I don't really have a great system in place yet, as you might be able to tell lol. basically I use a ton of separate documents because when I have a Thought I need to put it somewhere immediately so I don't lose it, and thinking on where it's supposed to go is too much work in that moment. plus I kind of like having all these bits and pieces that could spark inspiration. I also don't have a separate folder for each fic but I probably should lmao.

as for number 4, waiting for evac: this is a longer scene that I've already partially shared in drabbles (though I don't know how many people caught on to where they were having their argument...), but there's more! I could share a little bit about the context of the scene / some of my notes if that's something people are interested in? but for now, have some more of buck & tommy talking.

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"That's not the only reason."

Buck straightens. "Okay, so what else?"

"Do we really have to talk about this right now?"

"Is it the Abby thing? Because if anything, I'm the one who should be--"

"It's not the Abby thing." Tommy pulls at the hood of his parka, frowning as though it's bothering him. He huffs a sigh. "It's a little bit the Abby thing. But not--" He gives Buck a stern look, and Buck closes his mouth again. "Not the fact that you were the-- that you were in a relationship with her. It's about how you... talked about it." He swallows, grimaces like he's being forced to admit this under torture. "What she meant to you."

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[wip titles game]

[sherbetstudios]

LMK MASQUERADE AU

Hello, Monkie men, Dragon girls, and all outside or in between. I come to introduce you all to my cool new au…

WARNING. THERE IS A LOT UNDER THE CUT.

Hi there!!! I’m really glad you’re interested! I won’t keep you waiting.

BASIC OVERVIEW

This au is a play on Mardi Gras traditions and whatever I decide I want to throw in. I’m not exactly following any rules, just having fun!

S1 events are kinda weird in this, they don’t exactly happen with MK and gang. They’ve taken place beforehand in their own ways. DBK and LBD are both free. LBD is our big bad. Yeah sorry guys this is mostly S2/3 centered.

The celestial realm in this AU is also referred to as the court of Mardi Gras. Both names work! Celestial Maidens are also referred to as Maidens of the Court, and Celestial army men are knights of the court, etc.

i do not plan on making a comic or a large fic. This will be mostly small pieces or a big story, which is why I’ll lay it out for you instead.

PLOT OVERVIEW

the Mayor hosts a grand masquerade ball, and MK and gang attend. They leave to go somewhere else for a split second, and upon returning find every attendant has gone missing. As the only surviving group of witnesses, they decide it’s on them to help figure out what happened!

as we already know, the Mayor works for the Lady Bone Demon, and it’s easy to guess this is her doing. The LBD gang are in fact behind this!

MK runs into Redson trying to steal Wukongs wand (staff) from a hidden room in the house of magic. This honestly plays out mostly how it does in canon, turns out MK has a connection to it and enter epic chase scene.

Wukong comes into the situation when he puts two and two together that the rumors of a new magician kid and the fact his wand isn’t there when he comes back.

Macaque is going to be our most frequent antagonist, who we meet the most often. He’s honestly who I think I’ll have the most fun with. I’m letting him be a theater kid.

They will search for the rings of Samadhi at some point.

OTHER STUFF

Chang’e makes the moon pies. Listen it’s PEEFECT.

The brotherhood is still a heavy wip, as well as the journey. Like lowk I may leave it untouched if im not bothered about it. I’m focusing more on the present than anything. Sorry.

MK

Xiaǒ Mòshú Shī (little magician)

He’s not much different than canon!! I mean honestly idk what to put here.

his outfit is supposed to resemble his s4 armor.

MEI

Again, similar to canon!

WUKONG

“The great Magician equal to the Court”

The mountain he was trapped in I’m thinking might be changed to like a circus tent… agin the past is hard to figure out how to go with on theme and will probably stay allusive in any content I make.

MACAQUE

“The masked man”

There’s not point in trying to act like he’s gonna be some big reveal for you guys, but he will be for the characters!!

The skull on his hat + his mask are marks of LBD. He sheds them once he’s able to turn against her.

He did still die at some point that’s not changing

ORGANIZATIONS

The court of Mardi Gras/Celestials

Yk. It is what I said earlier.

The spider ring

The Spider Queen/Venomous Jester and her followers. Seek to overthrow the Celestials and gain control.

The Bone Demon Court

LBD, the mayor, the city police force, and Macaque

Big bad

The Mayor is actually in governmental power in this AU. The police are all agents of his and lead our detectives/protags in weird unproductive ways that typically lead to a dead end or the masked man (Macaque)

Yeah okay that’s kinda all I have for you right now!!! I’ll make a masterpost and shit later. Byeee PLEASE TELL ME IF THSI IS INTERESTING I MEED TO KNOW SOMEBODY IS CURIOUS OR APPROVING.

btw Spotify playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/44XDjqorXkoPYReE4sA2N4?si=j6mJHH_wTS6aJb9ssCN5RA&pi=u-Nu1WVpkqSEO8

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Basing off Reaper's movie fate, but imagine if because of a quirk in his genes, Reaper survives the snake bites and wakes up some time after the game had ended

Finally got around to this!!! Definitely wasn’t slowed down by my need to shove Treech into this AU or anything… look I didn’t want Reaper to be alone okay (EDIT from future me: not me knowing I have stories to update but being so so SO tempted to start a WIP for this too)

Okay so!! Since this is so early in the timeline I feel like the Capitol would just burn the bodies, especially since corpses start to decompose after about 3 hours if I remember correctly. The early deaths will probably already be rotting in some capacity anyway. Therefore, when Reaper survives the snake bites, he wakes up later in a transport to the crematorium. He panics and tries to figure out where he is until a voice talks him out of it and calms him down. It takes some time to adjust to the darkness in the transport but he recognizes that Treech is the person speaking to him.

As it turns out, the snakes never spread to where Treech had supposedly “died”, and he explains that he faked his death as soon as he realized Lucy Gray was sprinkling something down from the vents. This was brought to you by my confusion over how rat poison can kill someone in minutes when realistically it should at least take a couple of hours to spread into his bloodstream, especially since Treech seems to be choking and feeling hot when that’s not how rat poison works. It could be, if it’s a rat poison I’ve never heard of before, but most common rat poisons will prevent bloodclot and might cause kidney or liver failure, which is not what we see on screen. In this case, Treech felt his eyes burn a little and realized what was happening, so he prevented more poison from getting in his eyes and pretended to die with the plan to come back out later. Then the snakes happened and he just pretended to be dead instead because he wasn’t gonna try his luck with snakes.

Reaper is feeling some side effects from the snake venom (even though those snakes did not act like venomous snakes and they make no sense but that’s a separate rant) but they mutually decide it’ll be best to get out now instead of trying their luck any further. Treech suggests they try prying open the door a little, since he noticed he can access the hinges on the outside through a gap between the door and the wall of the old wagon. The inhabitants are dead anyway so the Capitol didn’t think to check for security. Treech manages to screw up the hinges enough for Reaper to get his fingers between the gap, using his strength to lift the door off of the hinges so they can get out. They’re in an abandoned part of the city, so they jump out of the wagon (Reaper secures the door back onto the hinges to avoid news of their escape to come out) and disappear into an alleyway somewhere.

They spend a few days figuring out a survival strategy, with Treech nicking them some Capitol clothes to go undercover. They even figure out Capitol names to give out when necessary. Then, when they’ve gotten into the rhythm, they figure out how to get back home. Reaper and Treech have a lot of time to just talk about things and tell each other about their lives, inevitably leading them to their dead district partners. This is actually part of why I brought Treech into this: Reaper was pretty prepared to die, but now he’s… not dead. Dill is. Someone who could’ve been his little sister is dead and he’s alive, and 20 other children are dead too but he’s not. Him, Lucy Gray, and Treech are the only ones who survived and Reaper is trying to deal with that. At least he has Treech, who lost his girlfriend and is dealing with the guilt of being unable to save her.

Treech tries to help him grieve Dill but one day Reaper snaps and tells him he doesn’t understand. Treech is quiet for a moment before quietly confessing he was in love with Lamina and had hoped, in some way, that joining the pack would keep her safe a little longer. Except the pack is what killed her, and he didn’t do anything to stop it because he wouldn’t have been able to fight Coral, Mizzen and Tanner at once. And now they’re all dead. They find some comfort in each other and find new understanding between them.

While exploring the city, the two keep up with the news in the Capitol and Reaper realizes based on little tidbits of information what happened to Clemensia, so he tries to find out where she is and manages to find a way to talk to her. Since she’s now back to her normal self, she apologizes profusely for how she treated him and they make up. Reaper asks Clemensia to help him and Treech find their way back home and she offers for them to stay on her house, which they accept a few days later when she’s proven to be trustworthy. Her family decides this is the moment to clown on the Ravinstill family and agree, going so far as to get the two Capitol identities.

Still working on the inbetween, but safe to say Reaper and Treech spend most of their time in the districts but occasionally come back to the Capitol just to fuck with Snow. Especially when they learn about what happened between him and Lucy Gray.

This is a very rough draft I’m sorry but it was very interesting to think about!!!

[seth-shitposts]

mmmmm since bahryn fest, since June 12th, we've posted over 37k to ao3. I'm curious how much we can have posted by the two month marker-

[bizarrelittlemew]

calling it right now that season 3 starts like this

[squirrelno2]

All right so I haven't been active in the Julie and the Phantoms fandom in a long time, and although I know there are definitely still people creating and reblogging in the fandom it tends to be a much smaller handful of people than it used to, which for me felt disheartening and was part of why I've backed off from it. I'd love to see new stuff more regularly and start recirculating older things just to remind myself and anyone else who needs it how much I love this silly little show.

All this to say, I am putting out feelers to see if anyone is interested in a blog that runs consistent, casual event-type things for the fandom to try and revitalize interest in jatp fanworks, like featured weeks for individual characters here, fic rec events, etc. I'm toying with ideas to inspire people to pick up their wips, spark new stories, and highlight older content that didn’t get much attention or would just be nice to see again. I’d like to create a community space to liven the fandom back up for people who miss the show or got into the fandom after the hype died down. Does that seem interesting to anyone?

[tblsomedoodles]

Donnieverse wip b/c i'm really excited about this next bit and cannot wait for it to be done : )

(EDIT: i just realized that Donnieverse turn a year old on the 17. which was a surprise. I did not expect for it to become something this big from the one ask about what the Dee and Donnie would think about Webs's coat. so thank you!)

[n0bluev]

@fushiglow hmm….wonder who i’d draw this for all of a sudden and why… 🤔🤔

[helielune]

powder keg (full under the cut)