#pulp fanfic

[wigglys-dikrats]

"Thank Gravity For You: Rose and John are reunited on the shores of Lincoln Island."

my first pulp fic !!! have some paper stars hehe

ive been listening to thank gravity on repeat and i dont think ill ever get tired of it, these two are so pure and in love

enjoy !!!!!

[samiwife]

Dressing Nice 𓆩♡𓆪 (Jarvis Cocker x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

A/N: Hey, just wanted more Jarvis stories because I love him <3

Late-night parties were such a bore, that I wanted to stay home and listen to my records. But no, my friends had to drag me along. "C'mon, it will be fun!" They said. "You need to get out more." They said. Their constant nagging made me annoyed and nauseous. But I agreed anyway. I quickly got dressed not really thinking about my appearance. I wore a short black dress with medium-length heels. I clipped my hair back with a silver hair claw I had. I put on light mascara and liner. I walked down to my friend's car and sat in the back as my other friends piled in the car raving about the party tonight. "It is going to be so fun tonight! Y/N maybe you'll meet a guy there!" One of my friends said turning her head to the backseat.

I look up and smirk ingenuity. "Haha very funny, but I'll just grab a drink and watch the other couples make out," I said sarcastically. My friends laughed at my comment. They continued to drive as I sat in my back strolling on my phone. I was only on my phone for 5 minutes till I heard my friends tell me that we were there. I looked up and got out of the car. All my friends rushed in and I just casually walked in. It was more casual than I expected. There was mellow music playing and everything seemed so quiet. I looked at the tables inside, tall tables with thin glasses filled with if I could tell champagne. I grabbed a glass and began drinking. It was down quick since the glasses were tiny.

I looked around the room and as I expected people were sucking each other's faces. I stood around being bored with myself and just went on my phone. The party got increasingly louder and louder, and more people came in. Now it wasn't so quiet anymore. The party was getting crowded, people were dancing and pushing each other. I didn't care, I just drank and continued being bored. Until I felt pressure fall on my chest. I look up from my phone. It was a tall man with brown hair and dressed nicely in a blazer and white button-up.

He was handsome but his heaviness was being squashed up against me. "Oh sorry love, I didn't see you there." He said in a deep voice. My cheek flushed red from embarrassment. "U-um yeah, it's alright," I told studdering like an idiot. He smiled since he knew I was nervous. "What's your name love?" He said as he stood closer. "Y/N, what's yours if I don't mind asking," I ask fluttering my eyes at him. "Jarvis." He answered as he stood closer to me. His lips were soft and he smelt of fruit and flowers. Jarvis was so close I could kiss him. "You need something love?" Jarvis said smirking. I chuckled. "Yeah, I need to go to the lavatory. Could you come with me?" I said holding on Jarvis's hand tightly. Jarvis's face turns red and his smirk grows wider. I drag him upstairs to the bathroom. We quickly close the door and lock it.

Jarvis was tall and slender. He smelt sweet. His lips were soft. I couldn't resist myself. I quickly pressed my lips against Jarvis's. Hooking up with a total stranger was a rush that I never felt before. Jarvis didn't know me and I didn't know him but our connection sparked at that moment. Jarvis's hands slid down my sides. I quickly got down on my knees and unbuckled his tight belt. Jarvis smirks and looks down at me. His member was massive. I gawked at the size and began twirling my tongue around his tip. Jarvis whimpers and quickly covers his mouth with his hand. I began to bob my head, and Jarvis began to shake from the vibration. Jarvis's head tilts back against the door and he begins to whimper quietly. I speed up the pace, Jarvis grabs my hair roughly as he continues to whimper. Until a knock echos through the bathroom.

Jarvis tilts his head back. I let my lips off of Jarvis but I still have my hands wrapped around Jarvis's member. Jarvis trying his hardest not to moan a response quickly yells out that the bathroom is busy. But to no avail, the figure outside the door still continues to knock. Jarvis rolling his eyes, slightly cracks open the door so I don't be seen. "S-sorry, but I'm using this bathroom. T-there's one upstairs that's v-vacant." Jarvis said studdering since I slightly moved my hands up and down Jarvis's member. The figure nods and Jarvis quickly closes the door and locks it again.

I smiled widely and licked his tip again. "Love, your lips are amazing, you make me quiver," Jarvis said smiling down at me. I jerk Jarvis off as he tilts his head back again. "Fuck Y/N, you're going to make me come," Jarvis said as I pumped harder. "Come for me, Jarvis," I said smirking widely. Jarvis swung his mouth open as he exhaled sharply. Warm sticky come drips from his member as I still continued to pump. Jarvis huffed heavily as I stood up and kissed his soft lips. Jarvis pulled me in closer, I could sense his hunger for my lips. I pushed Jarvis further against the door. Jarvis pulled away. "Y/N, you are a mystery that I want to solve," Jarvis said as he stared. I chuckled. "Well explore as you must Jarvis," I said as I began kissing Jarvis's lips again.

[constellationstocrowns]

Hi, I’ve never written a fanfic before but I kept thinking on loop about how Sia goes from (most likely) on Lincoln to the Sagitta to being back on Lincoln when it was almost 40 years for Dakkar, Ahlaam, and Addison.

So, here’s what will likely be the first chapter of an AO3 fic ~~once I get an account bc again, I’ve only ever read fics before~~

lmk what you think :)

((and ofc, spoilers for ep 4 / searcher))

24 hours.

That’s how long it would be before Sia saw her friends again. But for them, it would be almost forty years.

She looked out the window carved in stone to see a silver sun rising over the horizon, barely beginning to light up Lincoln, the island they had claimed as their own. A safe harbor in the storm. The corrals were coming along, and the pier was complete. Dakkar had quickly claimed the hidden grotto for his inventions. Ahlaam and Taavi had made a home inland, before his survey mission had gone wrong. Sia herself had transformed the cliffside into Granite House, which was where they now found themselves reviewing the plan one last time, the four of them.

It had been six years since the war started. Six years since she last saw Margaret. Well, last saw Margaret before she, Margaret, Dakkar, and Ahlaam had cast the spell that saved them all, and thousands more. The cost was high, Margaret’s memories including how to use her magic ways, but Margaret had insisted it was the only way.

She of course had seen Margaret since then. In her dreams, in her nightmares, and in her visions. And there was the one time, five years ago, that she and Dakkar had teleported to New York just to see her. To make sure she was okay. While it was extremely difficult, it was secretly something she knew they both needed. They need to know the plan was working, especially after she had the impossible vision. In 44 years, Margaret’s Transformation magic would return following the return of her Radiance three months before in New York.

“Time travel is exhausting,” Ahlaam huffed.

“Tell me about it,” Sia replied. Figuring out how this could all work, even with her precognitive abilities, still made her head spin. She ended up taking over part of the Grotto to fit all the calendars, much to Dakkar’s chagrin. Even he admitted, though, that her being closer to his Healing magic wasn’t the worst thing.

Ever the captain, Addison steered the conversation back to the plan they had spent the last six years formulating. “So, in an hour now that Margaret has launched the Sagitta into space, Sia will teleport to the satellite. From there, she’ll take Margaret, John and the Stratford’s to TS9, I mean, Hanover in 1874, where they will set sail on the Ellen Austin.

“In the meantime, give or take a day or 39 years, we will continue working. Ahlaam, you’ll take lead on Lincoln, while Dakkar and I continue the search for more information on the spell. I will take the Antikythera, and once Sia is back, she will transport my crew and I back to Lincoln with the Antikythera adrift in the Sargasso, leaving the orrery so Ahlaam can later send Rose… earlier?”

“You’ll see her before you see me again,” Sia chimed in. “That will be your first sign that all of this worked.”

Addison continued, “Dakkar, you will be here in Granite House to welcome her, and you have the next 39 years to figure out a way to communicate that to the rest of us.”

“Already working on it” Dakkar said quickly. Knowing him, it would be finished by tomorrow, and not Sia’s tomorrow.

“Of course you are,” Addison smiled. This was the first time their normally cheery friend had smiled this whole meeting. Nothing like planning a battle 40 years in advance to set the mood. “You and Ahlaam will then have nine days with Rose to run tests before Sia is back.

“Then, two weeks after Rose arrives, Ahlaam will transport the ships’ crew to safety before sending Rose back in time, wait we already covered that part of it, ignore that, and finally transporting the Antikythera while Sia transports Samuel, Margaret, and John on the Ellen Austin back to Lincoln.” Addison took a deep breath.

Dakkar was the first to speak, “Capital.” With that, he turned and paced over to the fire, and they knew their final meeting was adjourned.

Sia looked around at the people she had been through so much with, and her heart hurt knowing she wouldn’t be there to protect them from whatever came up over these next 39 years. Addison closed her journal, already on her way back to sea. She approached Sia, giving her a long hug, whispering “Hopefully too much of that doesn’t change in the next 39 years.”

Sia smiled into her auburn hair, darker than her own. “I have complete faith that it will.” With a final squeeze, Addison set off back to the Antikythera.

Next to her Ahlaam yawned, but tried to hide it. Sia could tell she felt guilty for not making the most of the last moments they had together for so long, and that just wouldn’t do. Sia leaned her head down onto Ahlaam’s shoulder, and whispered “Thank you.”

This startled Ahlaam, who asked, “Why are you thanking me?”

“Because I know you’ll look after Lincoln. And remind this guy to trim his beard.” They exchanged a knowing glance, eyes going back and forth between each other and the searcher who sat staring into the flames. They shared a long hug, before Sia gently pushed the thought of going home to rest into Ahlaam’s mind.

“Be seeing you.” Ahlaam was gone in a blink of an eye.

Finally, she walked over to the fire and took a seat. After a few minutes, Sia spoke.

“Her memories should be back, especially now that she’s regained another Magic Way. Is… is there anything you want me to tell her?”

“No.” Sia took a sharp breath in, knowing that wasn’t the end. He continued. “I need to do that on my own.”

“I understand.” They continued staring into the flames until the sun filled the room with light.

Dakkar looked up, for the first time all night meeting Sia’s eye. “You better go.”

“Goodbye, Nemo.” And with that, Sia transported herself to the Sagitta.

[its-short-for-jackalope]

click for quality! details & alt version under the cut!

I got to beta @amethystunarmed's amazing fic for the @pulpmusicalsfortnight2024 possession prompt and I loved it so much that I had to draw about it!

You can find Amethyst's fic right here and the other illustration I did for it will be tucked away in a reblog because ✨️spoilers✨️

[amethystunarmed]

Then Everything Was Worth It

Word Count: 1409 AO3 Thank you to my phenomenal beta, @snarky-wallflower!

John picks up the notebook, as if in a daze. It feels impossibly heavy in his hands as he flips through the pages. Samuel had been frantically making notes since they arrived on Lincoln Island. The margins are full of his scrawling cursive, no space left blank. The message is on the very last page, the only place there was any room.

“You know where to find me,” John reads.

John has never mistaken his place in the life of the Stratfords. Samuel is one of his closest friends and Rose is the new Polaris that guides his way. He loves them both dearly, of course, and he knows they love him just the same. But he has never once assumed he would come first in either of their lives; that honor always belonged to the other. 

So yes, of course John knows where to find Samuel. 

He's with his sister.

Rose cradles Samuel in her arms. She clutches him close, rocking as she sobs his name again and again, words hoarse. In this state, John barely recognizes her. She seems so… fragile, nearly broken beyond repair. Nothing like the vibrant woman he knows and loves. 

The Travelers awkwardly stand around them. Dakkar leans on Ahlaam’s shoulders, Sia paces. They watch on in silence as Rose grieves. John wishes Margaret-

Oh god, Margaret. Someone is going to have to tell Margaret.

“Sia,” Rose pleads, voice thick with tears, “Please, you have to take us back, we have to try again. Before Kal knocked him out. We can do it again, we can fix it-” Her voice cracks and another round of sobs overtakes her. John thinks he should do something. He and Rose are… Are something now. Something real. They… They hadn’t determined a name for it. But Margaret had laughed behind her hand and Samuel had said he was happy for them and-

John feels a spasm of grief rattle through him.

Sia looks at Rose, seemingly helpless. “Rose… It’s not that simple.”

“Why not?” Rose snaps. “We just go back and do it all over again and-”

“We can't travel back in time. The orrery was our one chance to-”

“Well, you wasted it!” Rose snarls, and Sia has no response for that.

They stand in silence for a moment, only the beeping of the Nautilus and Rose's sniffles breaking it. There are a million things John should be thinking about. Margaret’s growing power and the strange words she’d mumbled, the wonder of the Nautilus traveling through the sky, what on earth they were going to do about Samuel… But John can’t seem to focus on a single one. Instead, he spins the phrase We can't travel back in time over and over and over in his head. 

Because that can’t be right. John knows that can’t be true, that Sia must have misspoke. Because, if that were true, that would mean…

“Sia,” he says, dread heavy as lead in his veins. “How did you check on Anna?”

Sis freezes and turns to him with calculating eyes, like he is an enemy she can outmatch. “What do you mean?”

John's hands feel clammy. His pulse races.

“If you can't go back in time,” John says hesitantly, hoping, praying, begging for her to correct him, “How were you able to check on Anna? You told her you'd help her.”

Sia's hands tighten into fists at her side and that is when John knows for sure. 

She never intended to go back. 

Anna.

“Oh god. She- She's all alone up there, we have to go get her-” Sia gives him a look of pure pity, and John feels like he is on the Satellite launch all over again. The world tumbles and shakes around him, as he loses all connection with gravity. “No. Please, no.”

“I…” Sia swallows. Her hand has jumped to her necklace, rapidly dancing along the edge.  “I checked on her when I arrived. It was the first thing I did, I swear. She… She’s gone, John. She's been gone for a while.”

John feels weak. His legs struggle to stay upright. He leans against the wall of the Nautilus, letting the cold metal ground him. “That’s… how could that happen?”

“It’s been thirty-nine years, John,” Sia says. Each word is careful and precise, like it’s obvious, and she is explaining death to a particularly dense child, “She was-”

“How could you let that happen?” John corrects, pushing himself off the wall and striding up to her. He has never felt rage like this, so hot and all-consuming that John almost doesn’t feel anything at all. “Anna trusted you. Samuel trusted you. We all trusted you!”

Glowing tears well in Sia’s eyes. "John, I'm so sorry. I thought, with the vision-"

"How many of my friends is your vision going to kill!"

John never had many friends. He hadn't been well-liked in school, too bookish to get on with the other boys at his boarding school. By the time he reached university, he'd grown used to being tolerated. The stars had been all the company he'd needed and he had resigned himself to a life of solitude with them.

That was before he met Anna. Before Great Astronomical Discoveries, before Rose, Samuel, and Margaret. Before he had known something more, something like-

Samuel, eyes warm in the false sun of the Traveler’s jungle. We travel together.

The Brick Satellite, Anna's new home, high in the sky over the town that holds her name. We will reunite.

It wasn't true, any of it.

Sia seems upset by his words. Her hand has flown to cover her mouth and she shakes her head, as though trying to think through a nightmare.

“I… I never wanted any of this,” she whispers. The words are so quiet, John can barely hear him. Perhaps he wasn't supposed to.

John distantly thinks that maybe he should feel bad. But there is no room inside him for anything but that blazing, numbing anger. He opens his mouth to tell her that none of them had asked to be a key or a pawn in some magic war, when Dakkar interrupts.

“This isn't helping.”

John isn't sure he cares about helping right now. He thinks Dakkar can tell, because his eyes narrow and he straightens to his full height.

“This isn't helping Rose.”

John feels himself pale, and it feels like he has fallen overboard into the icy depths. The frigid realization douses the raging bonfire inside him.

Damn his temper. Damn him, for losing track of what is actually important. 

John looks back to where Rose is still seated. She is still now, her sobbing entirely ceased. She just holds Samuel tightly to her chest, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

He kneels down beside her and tentatively rests a hand on her shoulder. At the first touch, she nearly falls into him. She tucks her head into his shoulder and wails. She pulls Samuel with her and his arm brushes against John's. He is cool to the touch.

Samuel’s eyes are open. They stare unseeing at the ceiling, with none of the creativity and cleverness John has gotten to know so well. His glasses are askew, and nonsensically, John reaches down with his free hand and straightens them. One of the lenses is cracked. John feels a lump well in his throat. Samuel never would have let anything happen to his glasses.

He's dead. He's actually dead.

Samuel's dead. Anna's dead. And there is nothing John can do about it.

Finally, the tears fall.

“C-could we have some privacy?” John stutters, as he reaches up his hand to cradle the back of Rose's head. The Travelers shuffle out of the room without protest, and John is grateful. He doesn't think he could bear their attention, not after the scene he just made. Not after they killed-

It doesn't matter. None of it matters, honestly. For the first time since they arrived in Hanover, John really feels the weight of those thirty-nine years. His father, his observatory, Anna, they are long gone. And despite traveling with them, Samuel is gone as well. 

There is no getting them back.

Margaret and Rose are all he has left.

John pulls Rose closer, resting his chin on the top of her head. He holds her tightly, as though the world may rip her away at any moment.

He will keep her safe, no matter the cost.

[scripted-downfall]

When her teacher replaces his traditional final exam with a partner-based writing assignment, Anna reconciles herself with working alone and a deck long stacked against her. She doesn't anticipate the turn of events that leads to her partnership with John Herschel instead, and she definitely doesn't anticipate the fact that she might just like working with him too.

(aka Anna and John work on a final project together and find friendship in the process)

-- -- --

Prompt #1 for @pulpmusicalsfortnight2024: Science

[jackalope-with-a-pen]

guess who forgot about this blog again? 🙈

anyway I finally have a fic on my ao3 now...

it is not any of the fics I've been working on and talking about here, lmao, it's something else:

PULP MUSICALS FIC, BABEY!!!!

here's a summary that my friend @snarky-wallflower helped me come up with:

Benjamin usually thinks of the Stratfords and their stories whenever he sees the moon. ... It’s only now, standing in a brick room with Margaret in his arms and looking out at that odd rock—closer than ever and still so far away—that he suddenly becomes fully aware of just how much space Margaret has started to occupy in his mind. These last few weeks, he hasn’t been able to catch even a brief glance at the moon without thinking of her, too, and wondering if she would be watching it that night, if she’d get her answers this time.

OR

In those final hours aboard the brick satellite, Benjamin Park makes amends and falls into the orbit of Samuel Stratford and Margaret Cavendish, fast and bright. (aka, a Benjamin Comes Along AU with a twist!)

[owchie-wowchie]

pulp spies au one shot upon thee

[nostalgia-tblr]

Okay so the nice version of How This Happened is that at some point a good while back I thought the words "sylki cinderella AU" and somehow, entirely not my fault in any way, that mutated into the phrase "sylki shoe fetish AU" and then last night the entire plot came to me as if from THE PROBLEMATIC HEAVENS and this morning I woke up and went a wee bit Jarvis Cocker while writing it (omg posh ppl dni!!!)

Title: cinders (AO3) Fandom: Loki (TV 2021) Rating: Mature Pairing: Loki/Sylvie Wordcount: 4400 Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Shoe Kink, Foot Fetish, CEO Loki (Marvel), Exploitation, Alternate Universe - Office, Boss/Employee Relationship, Masturbation, The Sylki Cinderella AU That Nobody Wanted, The Author Regrets Everything Summary: Sylvie has had full control of the tea-trolley at the Southwark branch of Odinson & Sons for three weeks when the wheels start coming off everything (aside from the trolley).

[tapestryoftrauma]

“I’m truly in awe of your knowledge of physics—especially since you learned all of this on your own. You’re a gift, Rose.”

Her face flushes at the compliment, and her eyes dart away for a moment with the exhilaration that runs through her. “Says you!” she gets out with a laugh, shaking her head. “You engineered a satellite that we’re gonna send to space!”

Anna shrugs, humble and yet clearly very proud. “I didn’t do it alone.”

~~~

Prompt: Non-canon ship

@pulpmusicalsfortnight2024

[mossmarsh]

just finished barkbeetle's lesbian sister and had her wife done with for a couple days now -- i'll post her soon as well!

i think i'll stick with this style for now -- the scribbly pen marks ig. also VERY proud of the colors in this one

[s10127470]

Meet the Fantastic Four! (Pulp-Verse Cribs)

Happy (late) Thanksgiving folks!

In honor of the holiday, I wanted to announce my one of my upcoming fanfics.

Especially since this one is themed around a family.

Marvel’s First Family.

Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to proudly introduce you all to…..

TALES OF THE FANTASTIC FOUR!

This will be an action-adventure series that focuses on The Fantastic Four going on adventures.

Where to? 

Well, anywhere.

Around the world, across the vast cosmos, throughout time, and all over the ever-expansive multiverse.

And along they way, they’ll be meeting various Marvel characters.

From the well-known, to the borderline obscure, to even alternate versions of themselves.

The best way I can describe it is a perfect blend between Jonny Quest, The Incredibles, Batman: The Brave and the Bold, and Rick and Morty (though without the latter’s suffocating nihilism and meta humor).

While also serving as a love letter to the adventure genre, particularly the pulp section of it.

And so in honor of the upcoming series, I figured I’d do this little mini-series that I like to call Pulp-Verse Cribs, where I introduce the various characters of this series, what they’re like in this world, and how they live.

Basically it’s like MTV Cribs, but for superheroes.

And to start this off, we’ll be looking at the titular heroes themselves!

The Fantastic Four’s origins in this universe are largely the same as it is in the comics and most other iterations.

At this point in the series, they’ve been doing their thing for about 10 years now, so they’re quite experienced.

As for the team themselves……

If you want to know what they look like physically and what they're like personality-wise, just look at my Meet the Fantastic Four (and Family) post for reference as it’s essentially the same here.

As for their ages.

Reed is 39.

Sue is 36.

Johnny is 26.

And Ben is 40.

As for their outfits. In contrast to most iterations, the four don’t really have team uniforms. Instead going for unique and individual outfits. But even then, they all have a blue and black color scheme with 4 symbols.

Reed would wearing a similar outfit to Dr. Benton Quest from Jonny Quest, with his 4 symbol being on his tie.

Sue would be wearing an outfit similar to Indiana Jones, with her 4 symbol being on her fedora.

Johnny would be wearing a short-sleeved collared shirt under a pair of overalls and worker boots, with his 4 symbol being at the center of his overalls.

And Ben would be wearing a World War I pilot outfit, with his 4 symbol being on his scarf.

You're probably wondering why they're wearing this drastically different outfits.

Well that's because they each represent their respective occupations and field of expertise.

Yeah, this series is going to highlight how each of the four are geniuses in their own right.

Reed is the jack-of-all-trades thanks to being a polymath, thought he's particularly at home with science.

Sue specializes in archeology and anthropology.

Johnny specializes in engineering.

And Ben specializes in aviation.

Always by their side on their adventures is the rest of their family: Alicia, Franklin, Valeria, Princess, and H.E.R.B.I.E.

Once again, look at my Meet the Fantastic Four (and Family) post for reference to what they would look like.

However for their ages....

Alicia would be 38, Franklin would be 8, and and Valeria would be 4.

As for Alicia, she would be wearing the same outfit from "The Perfect Storm (Fantastic Four #19)", since in this universe, she also works as a detective.

And just like in that story, Princess would be a Doberman instead of.....whatever kind of breed she is in the 616-Verse.

However, there would be another addition to the family in the form of Matchstick, an iguana with a fiesty temper that Johnny adopted.

Lastly, let's talk about their home.

In contrast to literally every other iteration, The FF and their family don't live in New York City.

Instead they live on The Baxter Compound, a compound located on a secluded island in The Florida Keys.

This would serve as a nod to Jonny Quest, which also had the main team living on a compound on a secluded island in The Florida Keys.

As for what The Baxter Compound looks like, it's essentially a series of blue and white house-like buildings, usually with a specific purpose.

As for the buildings presents, there's......

The Living Quarters: Where everyone lives. Has what you would expect to see in a house. Bedrooms, a kitchen, bathrooms, etc.

The Laboratory: Where Reed conducts his research and experiments.

The Gate House: Where The Forever Gate (which allows The Four to travel across the multiverse) is kept.

The Garage: Where the vehicles the Four use are kept. Some of the most notable vehicles in there include The Fantasti-Car (their main mode of transportation), The Time Sled (which they use to travel through time), and The Marvel-1 (the rocket The Four rode on when they got their powers, which they retooled into a spaceship for far better space-travel).

The Recreation House: Where the gym and the pool is.

As for the island The Baxter Compound is on, it’s filled with white sandy beaches, crystal blue lagoons, dense forests and humid mangrove swamps.

As for the neighbors, there’s dolphins, manatees, sea turtles, sharks, frogs, snakes, spoonbills, flamingos, herons, ospreys, crabs, a wide array of fish, alligators, deer, turtles, panthers, and so much more!

Well that’s all for now.

Somewhat short, but still fun to do.

The series will be premiering this May.

I’d like to hear some ideas you guys have for potential episodes.

And even some requests on who I should cover next.

But before I go, I just wanted to share a little song that I think perfectly sets up the tone of this upcoming series.

And I'm sure many of you are familiar with it.....

[samiwife]

Injury 4 You ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Jarvis Cocker x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

A/N: I'm doing this for my own benefit because honestly I LOVE JARVIS COCKER, he's bbg AH <3 anyways hope you can still enjoy reading it <3

Everyone in my friend group knew Jarvis liked me. But I was so oblivious to it. I always thought Jarvis was being nice. I thought his stuttering was a result of him not knowing what to say. He always blushed and was quiet when I was around. Jarvis is also a little bit clumsy. He always dropped stuff or tripped over a small thing. However, all my friends told me, but I just simply didn't believe them. I always thought if Jarvis did like me then he would have told me already. Jarvis is smart, shy, talented, and most importantly kind. He was always there for me, even if he was busy too. He'll do anything to be with me. I lay in my bed thinking about Jarvis. I thought to myself. "Do I actually like Jarvis?" I said to myself.

I loved talking to him, I loved hanging out with him in his flat listening to music he created, and reading the books on his shelf. I rubbed my head and thought harder. I sighed and got up. "I do like Jarvis!" I said out loud. I started pacing around my room while biting my nails. "How the hell am I supposed to tell him?" I said to myself. I sighed and walked downstairs to my telephone. I phoned Jarvis, and he immediately picked up. "Hello?" he said over the phone. "Hey Jarvis, it's Y/N. I was just calling to ask if I can hang out in your flat?" I asked while twirling the phone wire. "Y-yeah of course love, let me just tidy up and I'll see you here," Jarvis said in a happy tone. "Okay Jarv, see you then," I said then hung up. I smiled ear to ear. I quickly got ready and started walking down the street to Jarvis's.

I eventually reached the flat and knocked on the door. I heard aggressive shuffling and then the door swung open. It was Jarvis, he looked like a mess. His hair was a mess, his shirt collar open, and his belt crooked. "Haha, Jarv. I don't care if your flat is a mess." I said while walking in. "W-well, I didn't want y-you to judge me," Jarvis said as he trailed behind me. "Jarv, your belt is kinda crooked," I said kinda giggling. Jarvis blushes brightly and quickly fixes it but to no avail. I walked over to him and placed my hand around his belt buckle. Jarvis is much taller than me so he was looking down. His face was red from embarrassment or from me being close to him. I quickly shifted his belt buckle to the right position.

"There you go, it's now fixed!" I said while letting go. I looked Jarvis up and down and noticed his shirt collar still looked a mess. I chuckled and walked to Jarvis again. I puffed out his collar and dusted off some particles off his shoulder. Jarvis smiled and blushed. "Thank you Y/N," Jarvis said placing his hand around my hips. I blushed quickly and leaned closer to Jarvis's face. Jarvis lets go of my hips and walks near the window. "It's such a beautiful day outside innit?" Jarvis said. I frowned and walked next to him to the window. "Jarv, I need to tell you something," I said while looking out the window. Jarvis turns his head to look at me. "Yes Y/N, what is it?" Jarvis said smiling. "I like you, I want to be with you," I said confidently. Jarvis blushes and looks down.

I wrapped my arms around Jarvis and leaned my face forward toward his. "Jarvis, do you like me?" I said lowly. Jarvis couldn't speak, he just placed his arms around my waist. I smiled and was about to kiss him. However, Jarvis was leaning too far out the window and he quickly tripped over the ledge and fell. I was shocked and quickly looked down the window to see Jarvis. Thankfully, Jarvis didn't live too high up so he just fell a foot down. I quickly ran down to the front of the flat and checked on Jarvis. "OH MY GOD! JARVIS. ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" I said loudly because I was scared. Jarvis looks up and smiles. "Y-yes Y/N, I'm alright. But, I think my leg is broken." Jarvis said wincing in pain. I quickly ran inside and called an ambulance for Jarvis. As I waited for the ambulance to arrive, I sat next to Jarvis. "Jarvis, you need to be more careful. I was scared you bloody died!" I said in a worried tone. Jarvis laughs and blushes. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I guess I'm a little clumsy sometimes." Jarvis said.

Before I could get a word in, I heard the sirens behind me. The paramedic quickly loaded Jarvis on the stretcher and loaded him in the car. "Jarvis, I'll meet you in the hospital okay?" I said to Jarvis. Jarvis couldn't say a word and he just held up a peace sign. I chuckled and quickly called a cab. I was quickly brought to the hospital and asked the lady in the front for Jarvis. They told me that I was going to wait. So I did, I waited in the chairs. I was there for 2 hours until one of the doctors walked out and told me I could come in. I sighed in relief and walked into Jarvis's room. Jarvis was in bed not looking with his face stumbled. Until I walked into the room. His face lit up with joy. "Jarvis! Are you alright? What did the doctors say?" I asked frantically. Jarvis chuckles.

"Y/N, I'm alright. The doctors said I just had a broken leg and I'll just be in a cast. Don't worry love." Jarvis said reassuring me. I sigh in relief and pull a seat next to his bed. I look at Jarvis and he looks back at me. I smiled and chuckled a little. Jarvis placed his hand on my cheek and pulled me in closer. Jarvis kissed my lips, his lips were soft and light. I leaned forward deepening the kiss.. Jarvis pulled away and caressed my face. "You got the kiss you waited for," Jarvis said laughing. I rolled my eyes in a joking manner. "What about you? My mates said you liked me all along." I said. Jarvis blushes looks down and then back up. "Yeah, I did. I just thought you didn't like me. You're so beautiful and sweet" Jarvis said. "Yeah well, what about you? You're smart and talented, and now you took an injury for me," I said laughing. Jarvis started chuckling too. Jarvis stayed in the hospital for 2 more days until he was discharged. I helped Jarvis with getting home. While in Jarvis's flat. I lay on his bed with him. I placed my head on his chest as he looked at me and smiled.

[postal-cowboy]

It's Thanksgiving for Americans!

Anyway, I'm going to dump a few things about what I said the other day; the stuff about Miles Morales being a character in the Noir-Verse!

Obviously there's going to be a few spoilers about the comics, but there are a few things to establish about the story I wanted to convey:

The Universe

It is my firm belief that every Noir storyline is within the same continuity! X-Men, Wolverine, Punisher, Luke Cage, etc. are all in the same world, and that includes Spider-Noir. However, there's a funny little guy who just so happens to be in my peripheral when it comes to this: Deadpool Pulp. Now, I'm not exactly telling you all to expect the schizophrenic and international mercenary with a katana fetish, and I know he doesn't exactly have "Noir" in his comic title, but I would like to give you a hint of what I might be doing with Miles Morales (which I'll expand on later).

The Spider-Verse

I don't want anything to do with it. This will be a completely different timeline that splinters off at Mysterio's battle and subsequent intro for the Spider-Verse (at least Noir's). That means there's no Web Warriors bleeding other worlds into the Noir-Verse, no "Death of Peter Parker", no Aunt May knowing and disowning Peter Parker for being a vigilante (or taking him back in for like no reason), no weird trippy Spider-Man: Noir (2020) story involving a nazi Electro becoming an enhanced mutant thing, BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY: no other Miles Morales up to the story's beginning!

Peter Parker has never seen another Spider-Totem, and has lived through his life doing basic neighborhood stuff.

The Setting

The original Spider-Man: Noir stories spanned from 1933 to 1939, which was the timespan for all the stories in the Noir imprint. However, since Miles Morales famously comes after Peter Parker, that means we have a little ways to go before he pops up. It'd be a bit awkward if Miles Morales was old enough to be in World War II, so we're skipping his immediate introduction until the 1950s. Why the 1950s, you might ask? Because it's in that sweet spot of being a classic Noir story, a pulp fiction story, AND it's in the same timespan as a lot of things I want. First, the Great Migration of Puerto Ricans going to NYC fits this era; second, Deadpool Pulp is set in the 1950s. We know Miles Morales's title is normally "Ultimate Spider-Man", so why not have that nice distinguisher with Noir Miles by giving him the title "Spider-Man Pulp"? It fits the era, the pre-established Marvel timespan for the Pulp imprint, and it gives Noir Miles a good distinguisher that's unique.

Anyway

I hope Americans have a good thanksgiving, and I hope everyone else appreciates their family. This dump of information was kind of just to get this off my chest before I started officially writing my story... it's been in my head for a long while.

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EXACTLY 10K!!!!!!!! 🥳

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Oh Captain, Let's Make a Deal

Word Count: 2,380 AO3 Written for @pulpmusicalsfortnight2024 Alternate Prompt: Possession. Huge thanks to @jackalope-t-m for betaing this for me and for all the beautiful art!!! I am forever grateful!

AJ tries to ignore the pounding in his chest. Even under his orders, the crew is restless, unsure. He can’t blame them. The sight of that fog consuming the other ship... It would have made him quake in fear, if he hadn’t seen it once before.

He steels his resolve, turns to the man onboard he trusts most, and hopes he isn’t sending him to his doom.

“Reese. You have been on the ship more than anyone. You will be her captain,” AJ says. Reese hesitates, but nods.

“Yes sir. May we discuss the specifics in your office?” His tone is pleasant but firm. AJ feels a bead of sweat drip down his neck. He enjoyed having Reese as a boatswain because he wasn't afraid to challenge a captain's decision. Like AJ, Reese values the safety of their crew above all else.

AJ has a feeling this trait is about to bite him the ass. 

But still, he can't deny this request, not without making the rest of his crew even more agitated. They trust Reese, more than even AJ himself some days, and ignoring Reese's legitimate question could break into a full-blown mutiny.

“Of course,” AJ acquiesces, trying to hide his gritted teeth. “The rest of you are dismissed. You'll be receiving your assignments shortly.” The crew begins shuffling away, but he doesn't miss the way they glance at Reese for assurance before they go. Only once he nods to them does the crowd truly dissipate.

(Well, most of them. Herschel and Stratford are having an impressive argument over who will be joining Reese on the ghost ship once he returns. AJ can't help but roll his eyes. It's always some kind of drama with those four.)

AJ and Reese walk to the Captain's Quarters in tense silence. His boatswain has a smile resting on his face, but it is a flimsy thing. It comes with none of the playful banter or laughter AJ has become accustomed to. It feels fake.

The door clicks shut behind Reese, and AJ can tell immediately he was right. Instantly Reese's smile drops and anger overtakes his expression. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

AJ straightens, standing at his full height, six inches taller than Reese. “You dare speak to your captain like this?”

Reese doesn’t even falter. “I do when he isn’t acting like my captain! Amos and Elijah are-” he fumbles over his words. “Are missing, and you want to send more of the crew over there as a sacrifice? For what?”

“I would never-”

“Then act like it!” Reese interrupts, cheeks pink with fury. AJ can count on one hand the number of times he has seen Reese this furious. He doesn’t like being the cause of it. “Because right now,” Reese continues, “it seems like you care more about money than you do the sailors and passengers you swore to protect. If that is the case, I will lead the mutiny against you myself!”

“Ooooh, aren't we testy this evening! Captain, you ought to make him walk the plank!” A familiar voice crows, and AJ feels his blood turn to ice. 

Black fog crawls up the legs of his office chair like vines growing over a cracked wall, writhing and curling. AJ can barely hear Reese gasp over the sound of his heart pounding. His desk chair spins around and Kal is there, leaning forward on his elbows, chin perched on his hands. AJ takes a step forward, placing himself fully between Kal and Reese.

“Get out of my chair, Kal,” AJ growls. He shouldn't be anywhere near Reese, not after his stunt with Amos and Elijah. 

“Kal...” Reese repeats, “Like the man Samuel saw? But that means-” He hears Reese gasp as he puts it all together. “Captain, tell me you aren’t working with this man.” Reese moves around behind him. AJ can’t tell if Reese is going away from him, horrified, or getting closer, ready to attack; either way, he doesn't dare take his eyes off Kal. He doubts he'd like the expression on Reese's face anyways.

“Quite a quick study, aren't you,” Kal purrs. His eyes have a hunger in them AJ doesn't like.

“Officer Reese, I need you to leave. That's an order!” AJ barks. 

“Captain, with all due respect,” Morgan growls, and AJ can hear the implied which is none, “I have a duty to my crew. I will not- mmmf!” AJ turns in time to see a black band of fog lock around Reese's mouth, cutting off whatever it was he was going to say. He tugs at the gag with his hands and AJ can hear his muffled cries.

AJ would try to help if he knew it wasn’t useless. “Is this really necessary?” he asks.

“Sorry, sorry,” Kal says, examining his nail beds. “He just seemed like he was going to go on and on.” Kal groans, like the mere thought is torture. “And besides, you and I have business to attend to. This way we can continue our conversation uninterr-”

There is a click behind them. AJ and Kal turn. Reese is leveling his pistol at Kal's head. AJ’s heart quivers in fear at the sight. He imagines the fog around Morgan’s mouth constricting, suffocating him entirely, crushing his skull with the pressure.

Kal could kill Reese so easily, and AJ would be powerless to stop him.

“Kal, don’t,” he begs.

Kal just smirks at him. He crosses his legs and leans back in AJ's chair. “Cute.”

Tendrils of fog spring up from the ground, whipping at Reese so quickly, AJ can barely follow them. One snatches the gun from his hand and crushes it into tiny pieces. They scatter across the floor in a shower of splinters and warped metal. The other two tendrils loop around Reese’s wrists, binding his arms. Reese tugs as hard as he can against the foggy shackles. AJ still hears him shouting through the gag. Reese winces as the fog tightens; AJ can hear his bones creaking.

“Kal, you swore you wouldn't hurt my crew!” AJ barks and Kal rolls his eyes.

“If they didn't keep getting in my way it wouldn't be a problem.”

AJ swallows. “Is that what happened to Amos and Elijah? They got in your way?” 

Kal tilts his head, seeming genuinely confused for a moment. “Who are you- oh, the sailors on the other ship?” He waves his hand. “Oh, they’re long gone.”

AJ feels the words like a bullet through his heart. He already knew, he thinks. The second the fog swept through the abandoned ship, he knew. It doesn’t make it any easier to hear. Reese’s anguished scream, muffled through the gag, only drives the wound deeper.

Kal pouts at him. “Aw Captain, don't be sad! You have done amazing so far!” He jumps to his feet, popping to attention. “A soldier doing what must be done, following your orders to a T!” He salutes and AJ briefly wishes Reese had shot him. “Your debt is almost fulfilled.”

“Almost?” AJ gasps, “I have done everything you asked. What more could you possibly-”

“Calm your nerves, my dear captain,” Kal says with an easy smile. The sight of it makes AJ's blood boil. “There have been some...” He tilts his head back and forth, humming as he decides on a word. “Complications with getting control of the other vessel. I have a plan to get what I need and you”—He taps AJ’s nose in a damn near playful gesture—“fill a key role in making the whole thing possible.” He holds out the green glass bottle of rum that never seems to leave his person. “I just need you to drink from this, and all your suffering will finally end. Doesn't that sound nice?”

A life without Kal. A life where he no longer spends each day looking over his shoulder, waiting for his debt to be called in. A life where he no longer had nightmares of all the terrible things Kal would ask him to do, a life where AJ wasn't currently doing them-

It sounded like a dream.

“Give me the damn bottle,” he spits, taking the neck of the bottle firmly in his grasp. It is heavy in his hands, near full to the brim. He can smell the harsh burn of alcohol and already dreads the hangover he is sure this will bring. No matter; it will be well worth it if it gets Kal to leave. 

“Don’t you want to know what my plan is?” Kal asks, sounding nearly... demure. His eyes gleam in the candlelight. 

“No, I don’t care,” he scoffs. He can hear Reese’s muffled protests growing in volume and it only strengthens AJ’s resolve. He doesn’t have the time to feed this mad man’s ego. He needs Kal off his ship this instant. He lifts the rum to his lips and-

Morgan Reese snatches the bottle out of his hand. 

The fog binding him fades into the air like it was never anything more than mist. AJ’s eyes widen. 

Why would Kal... 

It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t have time, and he wants this debt over with. Kal isn’t going to hurt anyone else, not if he can help it. 

“Officer Reese, return that bottle to me at once!” AJ demands. He begins to stride forward, planning to take the rum back but- 

The fog grabs him, wrapping around his limbs and tangling him up like the tentacles of an octopus. He tugs against them, but the binds leave him completely immobile. “What the devil? Kal, release me!”

Kal doesn’t even deign to look over to him. He glides over to Reese, towering over him. Reese is younger than he was, all those years ago in Mobile Bay, but AJ gets the feeling this is just what he looked like. A desperate, frightened man clutching a bottle while a demon dangles the solutions to all his problems just out of reach. AJ struggles harder in his bonds. He won’t let Reese make his same mistakes. 

“What do you plan on doing with that?” Kal smirks, smug as a cat with a mouse beneath its paws.

“I’m considering smashing it,” Reese spits, and Kal tsks. 

“You don’t want to do that.”

“Why not?” Reese snaps, “You killed my friends, enslaved my captain, why shouldn’t I ruin everything you're working for?”

“You could,” Kal admits, “and I would be quite angry, true. A lot of work went into crafting that. You would set me back quite a ways. I would make your death slow and painful for the trouble.”

“Kal!” AJ yells, and his distress only makes Kal smirk wider.

“But... even after all that, your death would be meaningless,” Kal says. He reaches out, invading Reese’s space to straighten his hat for him. Reese doesn’t flinch away from him, and AJ wishes he had the wherewithal to be proud. “AJ here owes me a debt. And I will collect.”

Reese swallows, nervously. “You just need someone to drink this, right?” he asks. “Then you'll cancel out his debt?”

Kal smiles at him, patronizing. It is the smile an adult gives to a precocious child who thinks they have figured out how the world works. “That's right!”

“Officer Reese, you will hand me that bottle immediately!” AJ shouts as he strains against the fog’s hold on his limbs.

Reese looks between AJ and the bottle, before he knocks it back and chugs.

“Morgan!” AJ yells, but Kal doesn't free him until Morgan has finished every last drop. 

“There,” Reese says, as he lowers the bottle and wipes his mouth, “Now, you can get the fuck off-”

Reese gasps, and hunches over, letting out a strangled cry. The bottle slips out of his hand, and shatters on the floor. His knees give and he clutches his throat, wheezing and gurgling. AJ clambers to his side, his bad knee be damned.

"Reese!" AJ cries, pulling Reese into his lap, out of the glass. He glares up at Kal. "What did you do, you son of a bitch?"

Kal hums. "Won't be long now."

Reese claws at AJ's jacket and AJ smooths his hair away from his forehead. "Officer Reese," AJ demands, "look at me, you are not allowed to die. That is an order, you hear me?"

"C-Captain?" Reese wheezes, gazing up with glassy eyes. They roll back in his head, and he collapses, completely boneless.

No.

NO!

He clutches Reese closer, cradling his head. He shakes him, twice. "Morgan, MORGAN!"

And suddenly, like a miracle, Morgan gasps. His eyes flutter up, and they are solid, midnight black. He looks up at Kal, and grins. He strokes a hand down AJ's chest.

"Oh Captain, if you wanted to hold me in your arms, you just had to ask!" 

AJ shoves him away in horror, without a thought. That... That isn't-

That sounded like-

AJ looks around the room, and Kal is gone. But surely he couldn't have... That would be-

"Now, now, AJ, don't be so rough!" Reese's voice says. "This body can't take as much damage as I’m used to. You wouldn't want to hurt poor Officer Reese, would you?"

"Get out of him, now," AJ demands. "You made the deal with me, you leave him out of this."

"I would have loved to!" Reese- Kal says, "But your darling boatswain already took the spell. I need him, for now. But~" His eyes flicker back to normal and he grins, and it is so cheery and so bright and so Morgan, it makes AJ feel sick. "You'll help me? Won't you, Captain?" It's the same eager tone he used when he asked AJ to let John, Margaret, and the Stratfords on the Ellen Austin. But it is... Wrong. A shade too slimy, too manipulative, to be the man AJ trusts.

His eyes go solid black again and Kal's smirk looks so wrong on Reese's face. "I'll give him back the moment I'm done, I swear. All you have to do is help me, one last time."

AJ swallows. He knows what he is going to say, and already regrets it. But he has no choice, not if it means saving a member of his crew. 

His hand shakes as he extends it.

"Deal."