HERE YE! HERE YE! CALLING ALL TALES OF ARCADIA FANS AND ARTISTS! You've been making art of what James Lake Sr., James Lake Jr l. stupid deadbeat father, looks like for so long! WELL NO MORE! Because in my seventh rewatch of Tales of Arcadia, Trollhunters, in Season 1, Episode 17, titled "Blinky's Day Out." I believe it is, When Jim and Barbara are talking after Blinky says some stuff about how Jim's acting out is caused by his father's sudden abandonment at the age of 5 on his birthday, we see this!
BEHOLD! JAMES LAKE JUNIOR'S FATHER REVEAL! IT WAS HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT THE WHOLE TIME! THE CREATORS THOUGHT THAT THEY WERE BEING SNEAKY! BUT NO ONE AND NOTHING GETS PASSED A PERSON WITH ADHD AND AUTISM WITH A HYPER FIXATION THAT'S BEEN GOING ON FOR SIX MONTHS TO A YEAR!
Guess who got so busy that they forgot tumblr has a scheduler even if bluesky doesn't and didn't think to make the post at the same time. Whoops.
As you might have noticed from this mere fraction of artwork reposted here by Francisco Ruiz Velasco, his Linkedin uploads can be incredibly erratic. From franchise to subject you really have no idea what will appear next though this one in particular caught many by surprise.
ANYWAY WANNA SEE CONCEPT ART FOR DOUXIE'S KEYS
Source. Will require a Linkedin account.
Been a couple weeks now, still absolutely delighted by the things.
every morning i wake up and one of the first things i do when i get online is check ur blog to see if u posted any new michaels bcuz i simply adore them
well you might as well get your weather coverage while you’re at it
Summary: Y'all know bout remnant healing, right? And how emotions can effect it? Well, our dear Mikey's been feeling the love strongly enough lately that his body's been doing some healing up here and there. As such, he's got some new things to experience for the first time in decades. Like hair! Organs! Blood. And. Nerve endings...
Lucky you're there to, ah, help him in that area. Even if he is a bit unlucky in others.
A/n: after posting that last one i realized i never posted this one on tumblr lol sorry. has no connection to the other tho
What a hot night.
Like. Actually. With it being July in southern Utah, your poor old AC unit was killing itself trying to keep up. Thankfully you had a fan to lend backup, or the air would be too hot to even try to sleep. But it was strangely perfect.
With nothing but a sheet to cover you, it managed to have that suspiciously nice summer feeling. That weird miraculous temperature of nirvana that you can only ever encounter by accident. As the gentle breeze moved the warm air over your skin, you found yourself wishing it could stay like this always, with winter never to come.
It had taken you a couple nights of convincing to get Michael to sleep nude. Even as long as you’d been getting physical, he was still pretty shy when it came to his own body. He knew it was stupid, and you assured him it was time and time again, but he couldn’t help but feel like the scars that marred his skin were uniquely ugly. Sometimes he thought of them as being the bright colors of a poison dart frog, which you should have been taking as a warning to stay away from him.
But now, with the amount of skin contact you were giving his freshly-healing nervous system, you don’t think he’ll be wanting to go back any time soon. Not that you were complaining.
Michael laid on his back as you cuddled up into his side. A strange position to him, as he still couldn’t grasp why you would want to hug him of all people. How someone would want to hold onto him like he was something precious was beyond him.
Usually, he was the one snuggling you, and that was different. In his mind, if he was the one holding you, then you, in your benevolence, were tolerating him and his neediness. He was scared to even consider it was because you needed him just as much he needed you; that you wanted to be close to him, yearned for it even.
You gently dragged your hand over his bare chest in loving circles. There was a new patch of baby hair growing, quickly spreading across his pecs as the last few months had gone on. You caressed him in a way that tipped Mike off that you were definitely feeling that up specifically at the moment.
Even still, he couldn’t deny your tenderness was making him feel content and sleepy. His eyelids fluttered as he let them shut, safe in your embrace. He felt so lucky you choose to spend these sticky summer nights with him.
When it came to Michael, you had to be careful. You moved your hands down his sides, feeling the muscle and bone beneath his skin. He only shivered as you began touching more of him, so you let yourself start idly exploring the planes of his body. He had yet to indicate any discomfort, but you still had to be careful, making sure to not linger on any one area. To not touch any certain scar for long enough for him to get in his head about it.
This delicate dance was how you had to go about in most aspects of your relationship. As much as you just wanted to shower him in love, sometimes it freaks him out. You counted yourself lucky that he's chosen to share his bed with you. You didn't want to push him past his comfort and make him regret it. You had to be careful.
And yet here you were, letting a hand slip down to graze over yet another new patch of hair growing in, this one a lot lower. Mike’s breath hitched, and you momentarily stopped your ministrations in anticipation of being told no. But he didn’t say anything.
Your curiosity was peaked.
Michael had never been, how you say, sensitive. What, with the nerve damage that came with being undead and all. Sure, he engaged in sex acts with you, but they were mainly focused on you, since he couldn’t really get an erection without bloodflow. It was usually an emotional-fulfillment thing to him. He did stuff because he wanted to, not fueled by any biological urges that told him he should be doing it. He just loved you, and liked expressing that.
But now that those nerve endings that used to give him nothing but dullness were working properly again? You hadn’t considered the, uh, implications, of that. What he could be wanting now.
You dared to move your hand even lower.
Michael let out a shaky breath next to your ear as you slid down to his crotch, gliding your hand over his skin as you started cupping and palming him.
You needed to be very careful.
He shifted the arm you were laying on up to snag a hand in your hair. You looked up to his face, studying his expression. Eyes closed, he had his other hand over his mouth, the knuckle of his pointer finger braced between his teeth. His brows relaxed, so you continued with your groping.
You dipped lower, giving his balls a gentle massage that had him biting that finger a bit harder. Rolling the flesh in your hand, Mike’s breathing got a little heavier. You hummed in satisfaction before returning to his now fully hard member, gently wrapping your hand around it. Michael groaned, and tightened his grip on your hair, urging you to stay close to him.
You gently tugged his foreskin as you swiped your thumb over the head of his dick, smearing the precum that had already beaded at his slit. It wasn’t a lot yet; Michael practically whimpered as you let go of him, bringing your hand to your own mouth. You spit a glob of saliva you saved up into your open palm. Easily, your mouth was already watering to the thought of getting a taste of him later. As you wiped your heated spit around his dick as makeshift lube, you gave him a couple test strokes. Michael whined loudly, and then promptly covered his face in embarrassment.
You chuckled, “that feel okay, Baby?”
“Don’t laugh,” he peeked through his fingers at you.
“I’m not,” you defended, Michael could hear the smile in your voice, “I just— It’s fond, okay? These are noises of fondness. Is it a crime to enjoy my partner?”
“I suppose.. That’s. Allowed,”
Your smile got wider, “Can I keep going?”
Mike simply nodded, shy as ever.
You picked up where you left off, fisting his cock and slowing starting to stroke along his shaft. It wasn’t long before Michael returned to biting his hand. That felt way too good, way too fast. You know what shouldn’t be allowed? That.
A quick circle of your finger on that one sensitive spot under the head and he was bursting.
Michael grit his teeth. Well. That was embarrassing.
“Mmm, there we go,” you cooed as you worked him through it.
Michael took a moment to catch his breath, and try to get his bearings again. You pulled back, not wanting to overstimulate him.
Before licking up the cum that had gotten on your hand, you had considered cleaning him up with your tongue as well. But it tasted pretty bad. Like, not normal semen-taste bad, like, ‘you were pretty sure this is the first time he’s come in like 30 years and clearly it’s a bit stale’-taste bad. So you opted to not get any more of that in your mouth.
“Uh,”
“Hmmm?”
“Um, that was— uh. That was… thank you,”
You once again chuckled fondly, “You sleepy or can we make out a little?”
“I’m very sleepy but we can totally. Do That,”
Smiling, you hefted your body up from the bed. A lot of your bones decided to make some music as you did so, and you groaned to add lyrics to the song. Damn, you’re getting old.
Michael shifted a bit more into a sitting position against the wall behind him before you crept above his body. As you straddled him, you got a bit of that cum you didn’t clean smeared onto you. You’ll both need a bath after this, but you doubt you’ll get to it tonight before either of you crash. There was only so far arousal could take you in the wee hours of the morning when you’re both exhausted.
Thankfully Michael had started switching to hot showers again. You’re not a corpse, so you don’t think ice cold showers were healthy. Quite the opposite. There’s no amount of tender loving care or goo-goo eyes that would make you get in that freezing waterfall with him and get hypothermia.
His hands found their way to rest on your hips. You gave him a chaste press of lips. Mike chased you as you quickly pulled away, opening his eyes and pouting after you were too far.
“That’s it?”
You exaggeratedly rolled your eyes, before pressing back into him.
The feeling of your lips dragging together felt even more heavenly than usual. Oh. Michael could get used to this.
You pushed your tongue past his lips, and Michael happily let you. You both muffled moans into the other’s mouths as you lapped at each other. It wasn’t long before you had drool dripping down your chin.
Makeouts with Mikey were always sloppy. He couldn’t help it, what with the missing cheek flesh, torn up lips, exposed teeth, and all that. You more than didn’t mind. It was hot how messy and spitty it got.
Michael was hard again already. You really didn’t have to do much to turn him on, as he had been learning recently. He was doing his best not to give it away. What kind of pervert would you think he was if you knew that just watching you yawn as you stood behind the prize counter made him want to bend you over it? Unfortunately there’s no way for him to really hide it right now, but going off the way you’re grinding your hips into his, he’d say you probably don’t mind at the moment.
As an experiment, you moved down to give attention to his neck. Your eyes flicked to Mike, watching as his expression shifted from pouty after you broke the kiss to blissed out as you started your barrage on his neck. Every little kiss you peppered made him whine and moan. Feeling evil, you dragged your teeth over a pulse point. The sound Michael made was so loud and pornographic, it actually startled both of you.
“Oh?” you prompted.
“Just…” Michael turned to try and hide his face, “Do that again?”
You grinned, and were happy to oblige him. He gave you a gasp for a reward. You wanted to take it further, so you pressed your teeth a bit more into his skin before ultimately aborting the action.
“Do we think I can actually bite you now or?”
“No…” he quickly answered without thinking, “I don’t know. Maybe?”
“Nah,” you concluded, “I’ll give your skin more time to heal up before I go wrecking it again,”
You pressed a kiss to the spot bearing the indention of your teeth.
Michael laughed playfully, “thank you for being so considerate, Lovebug,”
And then you started sucking.
“Oh,” he murmured, his grip on your hips tightening.
Speaking of your hips, you were getting a little agitated. You ground against him a little harder than you had been, earning you a groan. Damn, you needed him to fuck you. While you were very happy to put emphasis on him for a change, you still felt really needy.
But you weren’t going to push it. It’s always good to take a moment to remember that you’re lucky you’ve gotten this far.
You nosed up to place a kiss under his jaw, but were interrupted as he spoke, “Are you— uh— can we—“
“Hmmm?” you hummed in question and the vibrations against his skin made Michael shiver.
“Can we… uh, go all the way?”
Mildly surprised, and thinking ‘thank fucking god finally’, you looked at him. Probably not helping his nervousness.
You needed to be very careful.
“Here,” you shifted your body weight to the side, taking his hand to guide him into rolling over with you, “I think you should be on top right now,”
“Uh,” he moved to make sure you were comfortable underneath him as he settled himself, propped up on his elbows, “okay,”
His breath fanned over your face, you’d probably be rubbing noses if he had enough nose to occupy the space. This was a good place for him, you thought, where he can gain a little more control in the situation.
Fuck. Michael was freezing up. This was so fucking embarrassing. He clenched his jaw as your darkening eyes looked up at him expectedly.
He hesitantly inserted a finger to start stretching you. You gave him a moan in response, so at least he knows he’s doing something right. This was okay, he could just focus on this; Dragging his digits in and out of you, hearing your pretty noises. But it wasn’t long before he got in a second finger, and then by the third, you were begging him to just fuck you already.
Okay. He could do this. Just line himself up and pu—
Jesus Christ.
Fully sheathed inside you, it was everything he could do to not just come right then and there.
Taking a deep breath, he gave you a tentative first thrust. You seemed to agree with that, so he quickly found it in him to set a nice, even pace.
Mike kept his jaw clenched and his eyes screwed shut. He pawed at your hips. You wrapped your legs tighter around him, pressing your ankles into his back to urge him closer. He took the hint, slowly thrusting deeper. You moaned beautifully and it went straight to his cock. He held his breath, desperately trying not to come. C’mon Michael, you’ve only just started—
“God. I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this. Letting you take what’s yours—“
Michael cut you off with guttural groan as his hips stuttered into yours, painting your insides white.
Oh.
“Did you just-?”
Horrified, he nodded slowly, hiding in his hair.
“…Sorry,” he flushed, and god, you loved to see it, “I—“
“Hey, hey, that’s okay. Babe, it’s okay, you’ve literally only had blood for a month now. I understand,” you cupped his cheek, stroking with your thumb, “we’ll just kiss s’more until you’re ready to go again. Don’t even pull out,”
You slotted your lips into his, and he replied in kind.
This kiss was nice and slow and sweet. He could keep doing that for hours, but he needed to take care of you. Feeling bolder and more determined, Michael ran his hands down your body, down your abdomen.
You let his hands travel further down, and keened at the stimulation he gave you.
“Oh, well, guess we could do that too, Mr. Impatient,” you laughed as you began to pepper his face in kisses.
What was he feeling insecure about, again? He forgets.
Summary: Look Michael may be dead but strap-ons exist so like what’s the problem here
Tags: smut, blunt sex talk, Michael Afton’s Praise Kink
A/n: sorry it's not chapter 10 but can i interest anyone in some random bullshit? and you know i didn’t make my beta reader read this 😂
You were lounging in the soft orange glow of the bedside lamp, savoring comfort in the quiet moment. Well. Michael was savoring the quiet moment, you were about to disturb that peace.
“I know viagra works by directing bloodflow, so if you have no blood to flow then there’s no use, but like, have you ever tried popping a pill? Just to see what happens?”
Michael slowly and begrudgingly opened his eyes. “What are you talking about,” he said flatly.
You put a finger to your chin, “I guess it’d be hard for us to get that, actually… Too much work for ‘might as well try everything’…”
“And you’re interested in this, why?”
“Had a dream. While I was doing things in the dream, I had a guy with me. I don’t think he had a name but he had brown hair and his dick was weirdly cold so obviously that was meant to be you,”
“How did you know his dick was cold. Did the dream tell you that,”
“Nah we fucked,”
“Of course,” Michael sat up, taking the covers with him, “I should’ve known…”
“I told you, it was you,” you giggled.
“No, you said it was a guy with brown hair. That could be anyone,”
“I was with him the whole time, we were besties, we fucked, that was you,” you continued laughing at his outrage.
Michael was trying not to laugh himself as he was coming up with a counter, “then why didn’t you know his name?“
“I don’t know, maybe I did? And just never said it?”
He shook his head, “No. Not a Michael, then. I cannot believe you’re dream cheating on me,”
You sat up to join him, leaning your face on his shoulder, “I’m sorry. I was unaware that having sex with random nameless dream-men was a problem,”
He turned to you, smiling, “Thank you. You should be sorry,”
Michael kissed you on the nose.
“So. Better plan: you know those silicone rods they implant in penises?”
“I’m sorry do I know what,”
You shifted back down onto the bed, “Yeah, it’s like, it’s another ED procedure. That like gives you a permeant boner,”
Michael followed you down, positioning himself on top of you. He weighed a lot more than he looked, despite being much smaller than he was when he was alive. His head rested on your chest, looking up at you indignantly.
“Why would anyone want that?”
“I don’t know. They also have like, pump implants, so it’s not permeant. But it doesn’t matter. Knowing how slow you heal, it wouldn’t work.”
“I have a tongue, baby,”
You cupped his jaw in your hand, thumbing along the bones of his cheek. Michael let his eyes slip closed again, relishing in a return to peace.
“I know,” you supplied, “I just. I guess I’m craving the other stuff. You know, if my dreams are anything to go by,”
Michael looked at you again, and you kinda internally panicked because you didn’t know what kind of facial expression you were supposed to have. You quickly settled on ‘no facial expression at all’, so, hopefully that isn’t too weird.
His brows furrowed, “Suppose we could try those dildos with the harnesses,”
“No,” you answered too quickly, “Don’t like that, it feels like a foreign object and not your partner,”
“Okayyy,”
“Not that I’ve ever had other partners, and if I did, I totally wouldn’t remember what sex with them felt like,”
Michael squinted at you.
“First dream-men and now from the past too? You’re so unfaithful,” he snarked.
You huffed, “I guessss the dildo thing is better than nothing,”
“Okay. We can get one tomorrow. Can we go to sleep now?”
“Hmmm,” you answered.
“Hmmm?”
“I’ve never been in an actual brick and mortar sex shop before,”
“Well tomorrow you can say you have. Close your damn eyes,” he put his hand over your face, forcing you to obey.
He then buried his face in your neck and fell asleep. But you stayed awake just a little while longer, mind working out details that were totally important.
——
“Okay so were you a grower or a shower?”
“I beg your pardon?”
You pointed to the shelf of dildos in front of you, “we gotta get one that’s your size. For accuracy,”
“I dont— Huh,” he gazed over all the options, as if trying to job his memory, “I’m not sure I remember,”
“Come on Michael. What did your erect penis look like,”
His head whipped towards you, “I’m going to need you to lower your fucking voice in this public establishment,”
“We’re the only people in here,” you crossed your arms.
“The cashier doesn’t want to hear this,”
You both turned back to looking at the wall of shelves.
“…why don’t they have any that are uncut?”
“…Uh. Impractical for cleaning, I guess?”
An impish grin graced your features, “I’ll go ask the cashier if she knows,”
“You will not!” he immediately fired back, still in his hushed tone.
Basking in your successful ragebaiting, you picked out a box from a shelf a little higher than eye level. The packaging was glittery for some reason.
“Here we go,”
“The small one?”
“Yeah, it looks about your size as you are now,” you showed him the box, and he didn’t make any further comment, “just blue... Hmm. Do we try and find one that matches your skin tone now or your skin tone before?” you graciously omitted the ‘when you died’ part from the end of that sentence.
You didn’t want this poor cashier to think you were too crazy, now.
Michael took the box out of your hands, “We’re just getting this blue one and we’re leaving,”
You followed him as he made his swift retreat to the cash register, “Come on, Mikey, where’s your commitment to realism?”
He was very relieved to find out the cashier had airpods in the whole time… And you secretly were too. Sometimes the whole ‘Feeling anxious? Just try running your mouth!’ thing your brain did was not as helpful as it presented itself.
——
“Mike,” you whined.
“Hold on. Still trying to get this bloody thing on,”
You sat up just enough to get a peek at his back as he fumbled around at the edge of the bed. You laid back down to look at the ceiling again, fondly.
“Okay, I think I’ve got it,” suddenly he was above you.
He spread your legs, getting a look at your sex, all lubed up and ready to go. He lined up the blue toy to your entrance, suddenly a little nervous. Michael can’t say he hasn’t thought about this. In fact he’s thought about this a lot. And maybe what you were saying about it being a foreign object and not your partner was kind of right, since he was hit with a wave of grief that it wasn’t really him doing this to you right now.
He pushed in, inch by inch, pleasantly surprised when you took it all the way to the base. He would fit in you so well. It really is a crying shame he can’t feel anything.
“Feeling okay?”
“Mmhm,”
“Now we’re just going to use our imaginations really hard,”
“Oh I’m imagining alright,” you swept some of his bangs out of his face.
Michael narrowed his eyes, “cheeky,”
He punctuated himself by snapping his hips into yours. The motion almost knocked the air out of your lungs.
“Whoa,”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,”
Michael grinned wickedly. You know a little encouragement goes a long way with him. He started slow. Well, maybe a bit faster than what could be considered slow, but relatively slow. He may have been a bit too eager for that. Baby steps. You mewled underneath him, and he really liked that.
“More?” he murmured against your shoulder.
“More,”
He picked up the pace, experimentally faster, harder. Probably would be working up a good sweat here, if he could sweat. It felt good, natural, to be pounding into you right now. Maybe it’s his overactive imagination, but he could almost feel it even, too. Just as long as he keeps his eyes focused on you.
“Ohh,” you arched your back, “yeah. That’s so good. You’re so good, Michael,”
You know what? He could do this all night until his muscles give out.
looking through my old notes and outlines, i would just like to go on record that as frustrating as these last few chapters have been. it couldve been so much worse.
like y’all don’t understand. it was probably gonna be 100,000 words in before that first kiss. and then the rejection period would’ve been another 100,000. y’all would’ve hated me so much 😅 this was gonna be a fucking novel trilogy
was unaware that this queue wasnt paused like the rest of my blogs rn. been using those things as loading docks separate from my drafts so i could keep finished posts/reblogs in one tank and unfinished ones in the other
