#mtap fanfic

[mythicalmiracle]

I feel crazy lately with this My Time at Portia fanficing thing. I'm arting and doodling. I'm like NOW KISS. I did an unhinged doodle. And a scene from Chapter 3. I did a lot for it and then got lazy with line art so it's the semi cleaned up sketch line art cause I haven't found my flow yet of making these sketches look good.

[aviaryworkshop]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Arlo and Avery haven't been together for more than a month yet, and while half of the city must think they're jumping one another at every opportunity, they... haven't. They've held hands. They've cuddled up on Avery's too-small couch for hours at a time. They've kissed — in fact, they've kissed a lot. Every chance they get, like they're glued to one another. The simmering heat under their skin has been content to just be that; a simmer. A warm excitement, the flush of something new, something content to take its time. That is, until Avery takes Arlo on a date late at night— That is, until Arlo pours him just slightly too much wine— That is, until they're panting against one another, hidden under the privacy of a moonless night— That is, until something snaps and they catch themselves boiling.

Hey guys! Long time no see. Remember Avery? I published pt 1 of a spicy Arlo/Avery fic on ao3 last night for the hell of it so here’s the link if you wanna read! <3

[boxesandrings]

The DeeDee comes to a stop in front of the hot springs. I hop out of the cab, wincing as my foot hits the ground. I can’t wait to soak. Seeing as how the rest of my friends couldn’t come, I decided to visit the hot springs by myself— why shouldn’t I enjoy the fruits of my labor? I head inside the little shack and change into my swimsuit. The only one I could find was a black bikini, which won’t be fun to wear when I’m out of the water and exposed to the elements, but hopefully I’m able to jump in pretty quickly. And it’s pretty high waisted, almost like a big pair of granny panties, so hopefully that will help.

I notice that another locker has been claimed as I put my clothes into an open one. Hopefully it’s not one of the Hulu brothers, but knowing their weird obsession with water based activities, it probably will be. I rub my temples. Of course they’d know it’s open before Gale’s announcement. Bracing myself for what I’m sure will be an emotionally draining conversation, I walk out of the back door, towel wrapped around my shoulders to keep warm.

I waddle towards the sitting area once outside, face turned down to keep it out of the wind and to watch for slippery spots. When I do look up to get into the seating area, my heart drops. Thankfully it’s not a Hulu brother here, but somehow seeing Aadit’s own shocked face is somehow worse. He flinches— there’s nowhere to run. He sinks into the water, his head the only thing above the surface.

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Hehe this weeks chapter is out early because last week’s was late, also I hate following a schedule 🤪 (also there’s some seggsy stuff in it this week) Find Settling Into Portia on AO3, or by clicking the link here!

[sin-after-sin-b4]

It’s hard to act tough when you are on different weight level XDDD

Sorry I’ve been away for too long (been binge-playing Life is Strange for the last couple of days after exam lol really great game) Just began to pick up where I’ve left last time of my fic. New chapter is on the way :p

[legion-of-the-black]

Currently unnamed My Time At Portia Fic

I literally cannot stop playing this game, but that might be because I’m using it to distract me from my dysphoria

Anyway I started writing a Trans masc Builder x Arlo Fic

One. Introductions.

Light, Dee was glad to have his feet on solid ground. He must've been in Portia for half a day already, but he swore he could still feel that darn boat rocking. Still, every step he took getting this builders license and registration felt good. He practically shook the movements of the swaying boat trip out of his legs with every stride he took. Finally, he was at his goal. His first commission.

"Anyway, since this is your first commission, I've kept one just for you." Presley turned to Dee with a sheet in his hands.They stood in the Portian commerce guild building, finalizing his place in the guild.

"Playing favorites are we?" Dee heard a condescending sneer from behind him. Turning, he saw a lanky man with black hair behind them.

"Higgins!" Presley exclaimed, as the new man took the commission sheet out of his hands "You've already taken one today!".

Higgins spun on his heel and walked away "There are never too many commissions. Good day!" He shut the guild door behind him.

"That runt." Presley said "He's the owner of the current number one workshop. Brilliant businessman, but I don't like the way he does things.". Dee looked at the older man, thinking about the implications of his statement. A bully? After a moment, Presley continued "Well, I'm sorry, that was our last one today. You'll have to wai-"

 Bang! The front door slammed open, kicked in by a man with short, messy red hair.

"Hey Pres, I've got a job for ya!" His voice was deep, and accented in a way Dee hadn't heard before. His gut twisted in a strange way. The afternoon light caught the hair of the stranger, and gave him a brief halo of light. He was dressed practically, work boots on, a pair of goggles strapped to his waist. He wore what looked like a uniform jacket, and dark practical pants. A light blue bandana was tied around his neck, and slightly askew.

"-Or not. What is it Arlo?" Presley finished. The man put his hands on his hips, triumphantly

"We're looking to build a bridge to Amber Island."

"So the Mayor finally put up the money? Well! Young Dee here is up for the challenge." From the way the two spoke, Dee assumed this bridge had been spoken of for a while.

"Yeah, he figured that place could be a real tourist attraction, with the haunted cave and all." Presley turned from Arlo

"Dee, check your Pa's Workshop Handbook to see if he has a bridge diagram in there. I remember he built a bunch. If it's there, use it at your Assembly Station. After you're done with the bridge pieces, you'll need to go to the designated spot and assemble the bridge. Also, and this is important, for a project as big as a bridge, you'll probably need to dive into the Abandoned Ruins to gather materials. We have one such ruins in Portia, it's located at the bottom of the Church tower."

Arlo jumped in scratching at his anchor beard, though he seemed to be missing the mustache for it "I can help you with that. There are a couple ruins around the town actually, but we in the Civil Corps maintain them."

"You're from the Civil Corps?" Dee cut in

"I am actually! I am the captain of the Portian Corps." Arlo smiled at Dee for a second, before returning to the passive expression he had worn for most of the conversation. Dee didn’t like the way it made his fingers tingle. "Before you hop in to the ruins, we'll kit you out with some loaned gear.".

"Thank you," Dee said "That's very kind."

"We do it for everyone, but you're welcome." Arlo said

"I guess I'll hop on and get started with all this then," Dee said, starting take her leave.

"Yes! Please do get cracking" Arlo said "I've got to go back to my duties as well, I'll head out with you. Presley." Arlo nodded at the man, and walked out of the building, Dee trailing behind with a wave to Presley. The note left from his Father felt like it was burning a hole in his pockets.

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Dee stood alone, in front of a small tree. His long blue hair gently swaying in the breeze, he sighed. Did he remember how to do this right? Picking up his axe, he swung the tool into the trunk. Wrong angle. The axe slid down the tree, peeling away the bark more then chopping.

"Damn it." Dee swung again, harder. The axe caught in the wood with a satisfying thunk. He pulled out the axe and struck again, and again. Soon the tree was down and cut to pieces, and another quickly joined it. Soon more trees fell, as sweat began to pour down Dee's face. He wasn't used to this kind of work, and did not have the stamina or muscles for it. Wiping his brow, his hair long tied behind his head to keep it out of his way. The wood would do well to fix up his fathers old house… well, his house now. His sleep last night had been shocking, the elements perfectly capable of getting through the holes in the roof, and the cold seeping in through the cracks. He'd almost been embarrassed as Arlo had walked him to his house yesterday, while pointing out various locations around the town in the distance. If Arlo thought anything of the state of the home, he didn’t say a thing. Dee would have to go ask Arlo about those ruins soon, as he'd never been in ruins before. Dee had certainly knew of ruin diving as it could be a popular past time. Some of the ruins people dived in were safe, some less so. He hoped Portia's were the former. That would wait for tomorrow though, because this house needed fixing first.

 Arlo wasn't snooping. He was… scoping out the new arrival from yesterday. Making sure he was all above the board, so to say. He didn't want  to not know if he had a third Huss or Tuss being a thorn in his side after all. This was his job as Corps Captain. Of course. Arlo stood in the Peach plaza, watching the new builder cut trees in the land surrounding Portia through the exit archway. His hair was long, and untied. It swung around, punctuating each strike he sent into the tree. It had to have been died that vibrant blue. The strange chemicals of the calamity had changed the natural appearances  in some family lines, so hair colors could "naturally” be unnatural colors these days. Arlo's red hair was like this, but he'd never heard of blue like that before. Arlo's hair barely counted as unnatural, but it was just a touch too red, and his family had had the trait going back generations. The intensity of the red fluctuated for every member of his family, some with only reddish brown hair, some with firetruck red. The builder set down his axe, finally tying his long hair up. Honestly, Arlo was impressed at his stamina, considering even Higgins looked stronger then him. He’d expected the builder too have flagged long ago, and take the rest of the day to rest. Ah well, a month of work like that, and the new builder would be tougher in no time. Dee picked up his axe and went back to work on the trees, picking a new adversary to fell. With a final glance, Arlo decided to jog on on his patrol, as all seemed fine with the new builder.

[kiwi-mtap]

My MTAP fanfic is live! so happy to finally have some of it written you can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20293240

[dads-typo]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I DID A THING. I finally started to write a fanfic ive wanted for a long time!

Its an Arlo x Male builder fic because i really want more of them, and its very loosely following my current playtrough. Im already working on the second chapter and have the rest roughtly planed out. There are some om really looking forward to writing!

The first chapter is really short, and it is my first fanfic ever!

[mythicalmiracle]

Ahh I got impatient. Have a scene from Relieving Stress. An Arlo x FemBuilder Fic where Arlo is convinced he should try to have a one-night-stand with a tourist to relieve some stress, but unfortunately, his target is the new builder in town. Kinda hard to function around the Captain of the Civil Corps normally after your first night in town was pinned to a tree by said captain.

It's sketchy because I am lazy. Huzzah! Lazy artist. At least you know it isn't AI lmao.