May. 22nd, 2011

modillian: (lynz - rainbow smiles)
TIME TO START BACKUP ARCHIVING THINGS ONCE AGAIN. Everything before 06/01/2009 is archived on my Insanejournal with all my cool old icons. What a trip back in time, seeing all those icons

**Prompted by the GREAT INSANEJOURNAL '11 PURGE of all accounts that have not been used or accessed since January 2010.
modillian: (lynz - rainbow smiles)
I really really don't know where this came from. I guess I have an untapped morass of MCR threesome porn lurking around my id? Good to know. Thank you, [personal profile] splits_thesky, for unintentionally jump-starting this whole shebang.


Like a Bomb
Lindsey/Gerard/Frank. NC-17. 4100 words.
Warning for mild kink (More explanation if needed.) This is a total PWP, jsyk.

Frank is going to explode. )
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I DID NOT MAKE THE INITIAL REQUEST. No srsly, it wasn't me. So I'm not fulfilling my own request (really!), I'm just doing something that needs to be done anyway. I'm performing a public service, dangit!

You should read the ficbabble first for context. I've thrown all the exposition out the window and gone straight to the end where they guys are asking Frank for things. Are we all caught up now? Good, awesome, here's more porn.


The One Where Frank Gets Gangbanged
MCR GSF. NC-17. 7300 words.
Warnings: Uh, possible squickage since both the Ways have ~sexual relations with Frank in close proximity to each other. Also Frank enjoys being tied up/held down/choked, mild D/s themes.
Summary: "I want a gangbang!" Frank announces in the lounge while he beats Bob in a Mario Kart match. "And I want those Doritos."

Read more... )
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Birds of a Feather
Kitty/Lindsey/Frank. NC-17. 7600 words.

Summary: Lindsey and Frank lock horns over stupid shit until Kitty's ready to strangle them both (or initiate angry!sex, whichever comes first.)
Warnings: Angst and angry!sex.

Notes: For the [profile] bandomrarepair challenge. Um, I'd consider this an AU if I were you. An asshole!bandperson AU. I totally messed with the timeline and made up that MCR and MSI toured together stateside right before MCR's fateful trip to Japan. Also, if rock band tours aren't full of people who can dig deep, build up quality rage, and piss each other off just because they can, I'll eat my bartskull-festooned hoodie.


Read more... )
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I'm not gonna lie, you guys, I feel like I've incubated and given birth to a fucking baby. Three months of my life, jfc!

I should also mention that this fic is really, really self-indulgent. I should be embarrassed: at first all I thought was, nrrrrgh, foursome of hot girls! And then everything else happened.

However, I think I should first of all thank the awesome motherfuckers that ARE the real and actual Amanda Palmer, Lindsey Ballato-Way, Alicia Simmons-Way, and Jamia Nestor for being such fucking kickass women in their own right. Rock on!

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Title: And the song goes on

Author: [personal profile] modillian
Pairing: Amanda Palmer/Lindsey Ballato/Alicia Simmons/Jamia Nestor
Wordcount: ~40,000
Rating: Mostly R, a little NC-17. Warning for angst, general goofy behavior, and sex.
Summary: Office!girls AU. The women of Megacorp are not what they seem: Lindsey the sapped ad artist, Alicia the untapped wire of an assistant, Jamia the beleaguered manager, and Amanda the oddball tech writer full of secrets. They form an unlikely alliance and proceed to fix each other (and save each other, but first things first.)

Lindsey is an artist trapped in her job and her flagging muse is making her seriously grumpyfaced. Amanda comes along to bother the stuffing out of her, and in the meantime a new world opens up when Alicia notices Lindsey noticing her. Jamia is actually in a bigger mess than she lets on, and on one bright and shiny day (or rather, in one ratty and smoky bar while they're all making fun of the hair metal band), Jamia lets on more -that she’s dreaming of a whole lot more than managing accountant meetings. Could they actually pull themselves together and pull each other out of their separate miseries to make a band together? (Lindsey POV)

Disclaimer: The cake is a lie, etc etc, everything is fiction. And if you bandladies are reading this, hello! ILU ALL.
Notes: All inconsistencies and incorrect information my fault. All bands herein are fictional. Title is mangled from Lambchop's The Song That Never Ends.

Many thanks to my flist for encouraging me and putting up with three months of whining about this fic. A dozen more thanks to the mods of [profile] bandgirlsbang for setting up the challenge, which has brought so much awesomeness to fruition! And thank you so much to my glorious betas [profile] yan_tan_tether and [personal profile] jrho who helped clarify and sweeten this story. ♥

Comments and criticism are welcome. Please let me know about typos/no-no's in the text too.


Part 1
Part 2


Bonus Material

Fanart:

Three pieces by [personal profile] kidsxheroes


Fanmixes:

And the song goes on by [personal profile] fitofpique

Not Quite Office Space by [profile] sweetnovicane

Girls Wanna Have Fun by [profile] xanax_x_wine

Band Girls Bang (the shit out of each other) by [personal profile] modillian

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