#mess with Frankie and you mess with all of them. etc etc

[gemsbian]

I don't remember if I've mentioned here that Frankie is the youngest of seven, but I finally got around to drawing all her siblings! She has five older brothers and one sister

There's some information about their personalities and pokemon under the cut

Frankie - Her first partner is a Magnemite named Michael. She's fairly outgoing and doesn't have a lot of apprehension or self preservation

Tobias - Toby's first partner is a Lucario named Blue. He tends to stay quiet most of the time and comes across as reserved, but he's rather skilled in martial arts and he's the protective sort - so it's misleading

Sebastian - Sebby's first partner is an Empoleon named Prince. He's prideful, self-obsessed, and he likes to pick fights with others. But he truly cares about his family. He's just an asshole about it

Justin - Justin's first partner is a Leafeon named Vee. His favorite hobby is woodworking and he has great people skills. He's fairly level headed, but won't pass up an opportunity to tease his siblings

Jarvis - Jarvis' first partner is a Glaceon named Voi. He likes to create pattern project plans for woodworking, and isn't overly fond of small talk. Despite his quiet demeanor, he's very perceptive

Stefon - Stef's first partner is a Bibarel named Biboof. He's a doting older brother, but knows how to keep his siblings in line. If one of his younger siblings is upset, he's the first to comfort them

Madeline - Maddie's first partner is a Luxray named Pantaloons. She often comes across as rude due to her blunt way of speaking, though it's not intentional. It doesn't help that her resting face looks annoyed

Those are snapshots of their characters! I haven't had any reason to talk about them here, but lately I've been focusing more on Frankie's past so it seems fair to give her siblings some spotlight.

[bbybluemochi]

can you drop sinner’s lore or just more information about this oc?👀 you probably already wrote about this somewhere, but I can't find it(

No, I haven't posted much about her story (or any OC story) anywhere. With my original characters I tend to take a very relaxed approach; they're something I draw for fun, and their stories/personalities are revealed to me slowly, almost as if I'm getting to know them rather than creating them. That's why their story is subject to constant change, and I'm reluctant to post about them outside of my irl circle, because what if I change my mind about something, yk?

I recently found these two moodboards I made a long time ago of Sinner and Frankie from my Band AU, so I'm leaving them here! (more about sinner below↴)

For Sinner in particular, I was heavily inspired by 80s music (glam rock, hair metal, heavy metal, etc.). Each of my fictional band members is based on different musical genres, depending on what kind of music I'm obsessed with at the time. The 5 band members are at different stages of the design process (Frankie, Sinner, and the drummer (who doesn't have a name yet!) are the ones I finished; the leader and singer are still in the works).

It's taking me a while because I want to give them all a personal/distinctive aesthetic, but also keep their designs somewhat consistent - I want them to look like they could be in a band together (and in the same decade!) while being inspired by different eras and genres ranging from 70s rock to 90s britpop, and it's hard! That's why it's taking me so long to finish the whole band.

Sinner in particular has become my muse, the character I draw when I'm feeling burntout or just want to doodle. My friends and I always joke that she has orange cat energy (chaotic, not the brightest person in the room, but we love her for it). She loves dad jokes, beer, her bandmates, the rock n roll lifestyle, the road. She has a reputation for being a “player,” spending every night with a different girl (something that will make her entire relationship with Frankie a mess, as no one expects her to catch feelings or commit to a serious relationship). Big heart, laid back attitude, a thirst for adventure. Terrific guitar playing skills. Lives for the music!!!!

I love her so much and I feel like I’m doing her a disservice by describing her this way, because there’s so much more to her personality, but I wouldn’t know where to start! I’ve spent so much time thinking about her and imagining different scenarios with her and the rest of the band that summing up her entire personality in one post seems impossible! Maybe I’ll do an OC Q&A in the future so you can ask her directly :D

(re: the moodboards. I want to clarify that the musicians featured on the moodboards are there for aesthetic inspiration, and my characters are in no way inspired by their personalities or personal lives! I don't condone anything a man from the 80s has ever done/, and neither do I share their political views. Just wanted to say that before anyone takes it the wrong way! I'm just stealing their gender bc 80s men fashion is so lesbian coded to me.)

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Because I read @damnitiloveyou's ask about Nate vs Katie...

Like what John did is objectively worse.

The death - Katie - Robert and Katie had been having an argument. He wanted to delete the photo off her phone so he could not get outed and still go get married. He shoved her out of the way so he could get to the phone because he was desperate and panicked. And she fell through rotten floorboards and broke her neck. Nothing about that was premeditated or even all that violent in the grand scheme of this show.

Nate - John made choices here. It may not have been premeditated murder but he was not a licensed medical professional at this time, he had no reason to even have those drugs and where did he even get them? But still, he chose to administer probably illegally obtained drugs to someone without their consent and either gave him too much or he was allergic, which he also definitely didn't check for and then Nate died. And was that just to play hero or was he trying to play hero so he could get his job back on the farm? Unclear for now. In any case, he made deliberate choices that led to his death that were extremely irresponsible and illegal from a medical perspective.

The cover up - Katie - I mean, this was objectively one of Robert's worst periods. He was awful and manipulative with Aaron and he certainly let everyone just believe it was an accident. But he was motivated by not wanting to go to prison and not wanting to be outed and wanting to keep his status and money and life with Chrissie. All of that feels more understandable to me. But still, he at least let her body be found, let people know she was dead, grieve for her, be able to move on. And I do think his trying to help Andy after was out of some sense of guilt for what happened.

Nate - I mean, John wrapped his body up in a tarp and chains and threw him in a lake. That's messed up in itself. Then he let everyone believe Nate was fine and going off to his new job and life and let everyone believe he didn't care about Frankie. He sent texts from Nate's phone, he infiltrated Tracy's life to keep her from being suspicious. I don't feel like that was really out of guilt. He had Nate's stuff taken and burned it. He's gaslighting everyone about it. They don't get to grieve and they've spent all this time thinking the worst of Nate. And I don't think John really cares. I mean yes he's a little haunted by it, but I don't think it's guilt that he did it. I think he's mad he couldn't save him because it was a failure. I think he doesn't want to get caught. But I don't think he truly cares about Nate or his family.

And then if you want to get into the manipulation side with Aaron, he's basically in Aaron's position with the Anthony cover up that Aaron was with Katie and yet John has all the power. He knows where that body is buried and he won't tell them. He's holding that over them, not because he's afraid of prison, but because he likes having people indebted to him. He wants to feel needed. Plus he knows how vulnerable of a subject this is for Aaron and for Ruby and he's still doing all of this.

Also, I think the mere fact that John gets off on saving people and having people praise him etc to the point where he wants to come home and have sex with Aaron, just adds an extra creepy layer to it that Robert certainly never had.

Robert, on the other hand, was very motivated in the affair era by keeping up his front and keeping the life he thought he needed to be fulfilled because he was too scared to admit to himself and everyone else that he was bi and in love with Aaron and be the person he was with him. Every insane thing he did was based on that.

So yeah...John is objectively more of a psycho in my opinion. Also he's boring.

[skatingbi]

Yo we out here with some more Ace lives AU but i'll make them little bullet points so I dont have to write a whole essay. Enjoy my little headcanons!

Warning: Theres. So many. Im not sorry tho lmao

Ace joins the strawhats after the time skip, nobody really minds and theyre happy to spend time with luffy's older brother. He quickly becomes best friends with Nami. I just feel it in my soul that they would gossip together.

Both Ace and Luffy suffer from awful PTSD symptoms after Marineford. With Luffy, his crew eventually learn how to help him. With Ace, though, he only has Luffy to lean on for support until the crew get aquanted with him.

Actually, to add onto that bc im a sucker for acesan, Sanji is the first after Luffy to reach out during one of his bad days when even really small triggers can make Ace spiral into a panic attack.

More acesan sorry lmao. Ace is usually either out on the figure head of the sunny looking at the ocean when Luffy isnt occupying that spot, in the gallery when Sanji is working, or just out on the deck laying on the grass. He especially likes being around sanji in the gallery.

Pre timeskip Ace is extremely different than this AU's Ace because yes he's silly and carries an air of confidence with him still, but he's never shirtless around others anymore. For a long while, Ace doesnt leave the ship or pick fights. His confidence is a facade for a long time.

Depression hits ace like a truck in this AU and its only eased with the help of Luffy and Sanji. Chopper also helps the best he can with what he's got. Ace is grateful for this, and eventually his old self starts to emerge more and more. Luffy is there with him the entire time.

Ace has insomnia, but so does Sanji and Zoro. He'll hang out with them during late night hours either on watch with zoro sharing stories or with Sanji talking to him while he's doing prep work or inventory. He'll probably also fend off luffy when his little brother tries to break into the locked fridge lmao

But more funny headcanons!! Im getting depressing here sorry!! Ace will mess around with Luffy and entertain him before meal times by play fighting. Their asses will be duking it out on the deck and Chopper will be all concerned and Zoro and Nami will be like "Siblings." Like thats the most obvious answer in the world.

Tbh, the crew members with any type of sibling or sibling bond will get it. Luffy will deadass try to steal Ace's food and Ace will smack his hand lightly with haki and Luffy will dramatically exclaim how mean his big brother is.

"Ace is so mean! I'll starve to death!" "Yeah, sure, you little menace"

Ace regaining strength over his devil fruit powers by making little shapes out of fire for chopper, luffy, and usopp. Franky and brook join the group to give ace prompts. It becomes a nightly occurance at this point.

The first time he decides to go shirtless in front of the crew, they realize his old tattoo is replaced by scar tissue that covers nearly his entire back. Nobody says anything, but I think Franky and Nami would be really understanding. Also luffy. Luffy would be like "We match! Ace has a cool scar like I do!" and it reassures him but also breaks his heart simultaneously.

Ace eating nearly as much as luffy and Sanji being like "Are you sure youre not blood related? Because youre both gonna run my kitchen dry"

Ace not really having a defined role in the crew and them not really minding it. Ace floats around basically. It kind of fits him more that way since he knows a bit of everything. He'll look at maps with nami to chart a course to the next island, He'll fight alongside zoro and sanji, he'll tell usopp about different ways to use combustion and heat in weapons or ammo, etc.

Ace and nami using the power of their good looks to scam people lmao and ace being able to swindle men and women. Nami is impressed and also jealous.

Luffy growing his hair out so him and Ace match, but luffy apparently has curlier hair than Ace so its just a fluffy mess until usopp caves and teaches them how to actually take care of their hair (luffy does not absorb a single thing and ace now has to help luffy with his hair when it gets as long as his)

Ace noticing one day how zoro looks at luffy and being like "yikes...you got it bad, man" and zoro just being like "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP-" but ace is fucking cackling and now zoro cant be too mad about that. He's still embaressed as fuck about it though.

Expanding on that actually: Ace actually being supportive because he knows how loyal zoro is. He isnt worried. Plus, Luffy is extremely strong and it takes a lot to actually hurt him. So he's like "dude you gotta just tell him straight up he is dense as hell"

Ace the ultimate wingman for zoro. Not luffy, though. That's what Nami is there for. Him an nami are definitely working together and placing bets on when and who asks who out with robin, usopp, sanji, and franky. I wont say what they chose for their bet but robin definitely wins.

BUT luffy, nami, zoro, robin, usopp and franky place bets on Ace and Sanji. Ace is never subtle. He flirts openly and is proud of it. Sanji is very subtle with ace, though. The crew immediately see past his bullshit of trying to be straight. Its painful to watch. Poor sanji is trying so hard to remain closeted but the closet is literally glass. I wont say who betted what as per my last bullet point, but surprisingly zoro won. Everyone (nami) is outraged by this incident. Luffy is here for a good time.

The crew playing card games except they learn sometimes ace cannot handle flammable objects because he will burn them accidentally. Competitive card games are now banned if ace is playing.

Ace is also banned from using his devil fruit powers while sparring on the deck. The poor grass on there has been burned so many times. Nami has kicked his ass over it.

Ace and zoro get really competitive. Not like zoro and sanji, but they'll spar without weapons and at least one of them will leave with a busted lip or eyebrow and a lecture from chopper. Theyre chill though they just forget to hold back on their punches. Ace one time used haki and had to help franky fix the deck afterwards.

[moonshynecybin]

https://www.tumblr.com/bezzplaining/751825747975503872/you-feelin-something-marc?source=share

Do you think vr46 boys come across stuff like this and just swipe away from it so fast because nope, no, that did not happen as dictated by beloved pseudo father and step mom. Or is it a this happened, Marc was blessed but turned and bit Vale, so they stare at the pic/video till the hate comes bubbling out then swipe over satisfied

who remembers where they were the day this picture hit the dash. george bush 9/11 reaction pic style. i was in the library and i had to be normal in public while blinking at my laptop with my eyes buggin out of my head like a frog. ANYWAY. its like. the question is! how aware were these little gayboys about their idol fuckin a guy a few years older than them who he then decided was the wicked witch of the west and presumably THEN taped up a picture of him to a dartboard at the ranch (sorry. actually the framed photo thing is much weirder than that. SO much weirder)? on what level of consciousness did this exist for the likes of franky pecco and luca. not bezz or sweet celin becuase they trundled along when vale already owed alimony but the others were witnesses to the whole tawdry affair (so were jorge martin AND enea). do they confront it. do they all recognize it but ignore it. how does this mess with pecco's weird little brain

well i would choose the option most comedically delicious 2 me and that is. they have no idea. until reconciliation (like two months after it actually happens to be real. they wait a bit). and then its like that fun thing you do with your friends when a dramabomb gets dropped concerning someone you know slash hate and you spend the evening doing a sort of. forensic investigation of their instagram to see who cheated on who etc. lets crack some wine and unpack All That. but with these guys i think its a vodka redbull and a lot of shouting. they are analyzing interactions they are pulling up races on their phones the messages int he gc are FLYING they are GRILLING each other about that ranch day reformulating the last entire ten years in their heads like oh my god they were divorced for real. FOR REAL for real. little slideshow of rosquez's queeniest messiest moments playing against their eyelids for like two weeks. multiple earth shattering realizations regarding their personal relationship to their sexualities. and then they realize theyre going to have to hang out with marc and thats when shit hits the fan lol

[irregularcollapse]

i’ve been watching the tenny (irl) and thinking about the tenny (au) so wanted to ask some nerdy tenny questions feel free to answer wheneverrrrr also smite me down if you’ve said any of this in tenny fic it’s so BEAUTIFUL and maybe i haven’t taken in the lil details if you’ve said these but….. do you think john and gale would make good doubles partners? does john have a single or double handed backhand? who wins more baseline points? do either of them serve from their non dominant hand? ur ideas are so fresh so clean so original i love u

Frankie xxxxxxxxx

I haven’t talked about any of this ty for being interested and humouring me 😭

1. Doubles: maybe it’s a spoiler, maybe it’s not. Maybe it’ll come up in a future chapter. After writing ch5 I sort of reevaluated the pacing/order of some of the narrative beats so I’m a little unsure currently of when the doubles question will be answered, but it will come up!

2. John’s backhand: two-handed! I was watching this two-handed backhand analysis video and I think the way that Benoit Paire messes with tempo is really how I picture John playing if he can’t put away a point quickly, sort of deliberately erratic and unpredictable bc he is capable of bringing a lot of power but his opponent is never sure when it’s coming. The two-handed backhand gives him that control I think

3. Baseline points: John! In the fight at the US Open, John says that Gale is a whole court player but Lee is trying to make him a baseline player. John is an aggressive baseliner and is good at putting points away quickly whereas I think Gale thrives more when he’s moving and using variety (and as I’ve said, Curt is a counter puncher and plays by returning and waiting for mistakes to take advantage of)

4. Serves: I decided that Gale is wonky. Lee would have coached him to serve right-handed, but his forehand is left bc that’s where his control is, and his backhand is a two-hander like John’s. He does have a good serve, when he’s well enough to do it properly. All his faults (double faults…..) aren’t bc he’s serving right-handed, especially after the slight adjustments to his stance which John suggested in ch1. Like mostly that’s a metaphor for John encouraging Gale to loosen up and rebel against his dad, but I guess it’s also about adjusting to compensate for what’s lost by him serving with his non-dominant hand, which Lee wouldn’t have suggested (due to him thinking there is a “correct” way to do tennis and a mould which Gale doesn’t fit, the metaphor for rigidity and control and cough masculinity, etc etc blah blah blah)

Thank you for questions xxxxxxxxxx I have started the next chapter and hopefully it won’t take me as long as chapter 5 🥴

Marge is back!

…and a new hitting partner? 😮

Tenny!

[pedrostylez]

Something Else - pt. 9

pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!reader

chapter summary: Frankie and team make it to South America, and you're worried at home

rating: 18+ (no minors please) Explicit

word count: 5.2k

warnings etc: Frankie w/o a daughter, triple frontier movie plot has happened, ptsd, smut, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, p in v (unprotected), mentions of shower sex, phone sex, mentions of spanking but it doesn’t happen, uhhhhhh I think that’s it

A/N: Hi! This is the last part of Something Else and this main story. I wanted to thank those who have read this and stuck along with me. Once again, a huge and massive shout out to Hemmy, @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for beta reading and is just being so fucking lovely. I love these characters so very much, and Frankie is my ride or die so...if you haven't already seen it, I have started another Frankie fic that also includes Javier Pena with less sweet themes. Read the warnings before proceeding on that fic, but if you want another...it's there! There is no taglist for that fic at this time.

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It’s been three days of flying.

Frankie has endured without you, and plans to keep it up. He can do this; everything is in place. You’re safe, his friends are safe behind him, and the Andes in front of him makes him think of you. 

The way the sun rises over the peak makes him remember how your eyes look in the morning light. How you smile sleepily at him before snuggling closer, drifting back off into peaceful sleep that he wishes he could accompany you in. 

He doesn’t know that you’ve got dark circles around your eyes now that he’s been gone. 

He doesn’t know that you’ve been wringing his hat before you go to sleep, somehow finding unconsciousness with a death grip on the bill of his hat. 

He doesn’t know that you’ve been waking up in the night right when he is settling the crew on a flat plateau to rest, worried that he is still safe. 

They’re so close to the money that Santiago has pulled out his shovel to be ready at a moment's notice. He slid the confirmed coordinates over to Frankie after you left the hangar, nodding silently when Frankie reviewed them again and estimated a time. 

Just a few more days and they would be on their way home. 

After the fourth day, a knock came to your door with Anna holding bags of food behind it. “I thought you would need some company?” She shrugs, eyeing you cautiously. 

She’s hesitant, stepping quietly into your space and slipping off her shoes before pulling out all of the takeout she had purchased onto your counter. 

You hugged her, both of you sniffling and crying messes once you had settled on the couch. “I just want them to be safe.” You confess, deflating into the cushions and pushing your chin towards your chest.

Anna is silent, rubbing her hand up and down your arm. “Frankie will be okay, honey.”

You look at her, noticing her own dark circles. Her lashes are saturated in tears, welling over when she notices you looking. “Santiago will be okay too, Annie.” You say in a hushed tone. 

She gasps, tilting her chin down to try and hide. “He’s better off without me.” She whispers, shaking her head. “It’s been months. Almost a year since we split, I shouldn’t be crying about this.”

You grasp her hand tightly. “Don’t say that.” 

She hiccups. “No. I-I fucked up…he was so upset with me when we broke up. For how I treated you–”

“Me?” You ask, confused and taken aback. “You’ve been working on it-on yourself.” You say quietly. You hadn’t been told by anyone the specifics-only that Santiago had broken up with Anna, and that your friend had been struggling with it for a while. You wondered briefly if she was hiding the reason to spare your guilt. 

She nods, shrugging. “He didn’t like how I was treating you and our friendship and he was already wanting to take a break anyways.” She fumbles out, shaking her hands to try and swipe away the conversation. “I’m sorry. No-it's done. It’s fine, I’m not worried.”

You wait, let her recollect herself before wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “You’re allowed to be worried.”

You knew deep down, that Anna wasn’t over Santiago; that she wouldn’t be for a while. How she had turned into herself, changing her behaviors and becoming more considerate as the weeks went on as she did what she said she would; work on herself. 

Anna nods, wiping at her face before sighing. “They’ll come back.” She blinks back more tears before leaning forward. “God, let’s eat our emotions.”

Frankie lands the helicopter, silent among the rest of the darkness surrounding him before turning around in his seat to look at his crew. Bundled up, in sleeping bags reminding him of the one summer he was forced to go to camp. 

He stood, stretching his neck before flicking on the lights. He could feel the helicopter rock as the blades slowed. “We’re here, boys.”

Benny tilted his head backwards, blinking slowly. He must have been in a dead sleep. “You’re sure?”

Frankie glanced down to the back of his hand where he wrote the coordinates in permanent marker. “Yeah, at least to the coordinates.”

Benny yawns, elbowing Will roughly to get him out of slumber. “Rise and shine, we’ve made it.”

Santiago is already out of his sleeping bag, tossing it on one of the jump seats and zipping up his jacket. His eyes find Frankie’s, bright as if he hadn’t slept at all. “Can you aim the lights in to the ditch there? It’s going to be down there.”

Frankie nods, shrugging to himself. He finds himself back in his seat, flicking on the exterior lights that they hadn’t touched most of the way here. 

Pope has already jumped out, grunting as his knees crack with the jump before turning toward the crack in the snow, reaching for their collapsible ladder. “How much of your cut do you want to bet that it’s still here, Will?” He calls, smiling as Will groans. 

“None of it, Pope.” Will calls back, zipping up his jacket. “You sure it’s there?”

Pope calls back, something mumbled as Frankie steps out with his own shovel to help. He watches as Pope hikes up the hill to the pit, tossing the ladder over, securing it in place with weights and hooks before beginning the dissent down. They watch him, lights from the helicopters dimming the farther down he goes before they hear an excited call. 

Frankie shakes his head with a laugh. “Let’s get to climbing boys.” 

An hour. 

That’s all it took for them to become rich. 

If Frankie had known it would only be an hour, he might have planned less. 

The smile on Pope’s face as his shovel pierced through a layer of ice, the knowing thud of a solid suitcase filled, shining among the rising light of the new day. “What did I say?” He asked excitedly, pulling his shovel away to look down. “Boys!”

Frankie let out a relieved laugh, pulling at the duffles they see that are easily accessible, as Will and Benny started to hoot and holler for joy. 

Frankie felt tears prick the back of his eyes, the relief washing over him like a hot shower on a cold morning. He groans, reaching with a gloved hand and pulling free another duffle. He sits roughly, pulling back the zipper and struggles as it has rusted shut. 

When it tears open, familiar stacks of cash greet him, spilling out into the snow. He smiles, wiping at his eyes and adjusting his hat. “Holy fuck.”

He looks up to see everyone has stopped, watching him reveal what is inside the duffle. A sigh filters through Pope’s mouth, shaking his head and shrugging. “We did it.”

Frankie blinks, shaking himself to try and refocus. All he can think about is you, and whether or not you would be happy for them like he is. “Benny, you climb back up to the top. Will, you hang out in the middle. Let’s start tossing these up.”

“All of them?” Santiago asks, eyes on Frankie. 

Frankie takes a deep breath, nodding. “Yeah, Pope. All of them.”

2 Days Later

Your phone rings, blindly reaching for it in the night and pressing it to your ear. “Hello?” You groan, reaching with your other hand for the blanket, pulling it higher over your chin. 

You hear your name crackling through the speaker, quiet and delayed. “Are you there hermosa? Do you hear me?”

You sit up straight, eyes popping open into the pitch black of your room. You swallow roughly, fingers clenching at the duvet tighter. Fear chills you, suddenly petrified that something is wrong. “Are you alright?”

A chuckle. “Yes, yes baby. I’m calling because we are ahead of schedule. I’ll be at the hangar tomorrow evening.” He says loudly, noise in the background filtering through to your ear.

You gasp, breath stuttering through your lungs as you feel tears well up your eyes. “By a whole week?”

“Don’t say you wish I would take the whole two weeks.” He grumbles, shushing your worried rebuttal. “I love you.” You hear him laugh out, hollering behind him before it gets quiet. “We just finished eating, and I had to call you. Wanted to hear you.”

Tears are streaming down your face, the collar of your shirt wet with relief. “I’ve missed you so much.” You gasp, reaching for his hat beside you, stroking the velcro strap. 

“I’ve missed you too. Everything alright there?” He’s standing out on the balcony of the hotel they found and booked for the night. Cash was handed over to their contact with no questions, no names. They should be seeing the money roll in from an LLC starting on Monday. He feels the weight of the world sliding off his shoulders as he hears you breathe.

You sigh, leaning your head back against the headboard. “Yes, yes of course.” You feel your body relax against the pillows, exhausted again and on the verge of drowning in the tears that won’t stop. 

It feels both like hours and minutes speaking to him. He tells you how there were no issues; how Santiago was the first to jump out of the helicopter with his snow shovel ready. How Benny laughed with every duffle bag he caught, how Will looked to Frankie exclusively for direction. 

Frankie sighs happily, sitting on a patio chair and propping his legs up on the guardrail. “You’ll be there tomorrow, right?”

“You want me there?” You question, biting at your thumbnail.

“Of course I do.” He laughs, scratching at the back of his head and feeling his spare hat adjust on his head. He can’t help it when he asks, “Did you keep my cap safe?”

You look over to the hat, still rubbing your fingers over the fabric. It’s almost ragged, and you swear your thumb mark will be permanently imprinted on the back. You scoff, “I’m staring at it. Looks pretty safe to me.”

He smiles, and though you can’t see it, you know. “What are you wearing bebita?” He lowers his voice, biting the inside of his cheek as he waits for your reaction.

You gasp, wishing he was with you to hit his arm. “That is not your concern!”

Frankie decides to spur you on. “What I wouldn’t give to see you in just that hat.” He groans, laughing half heartedly when you gasp again and scold him. 

“I was worried you died Francisco, and you’re just a horn-dog.” You grumble, crossing your arm over your chest. 

Frankie lets you settle before turning to look over his shoulder. The boys have found their respective sleeping arrangements, leaving Frankie the couch with blankets piled high. He’s alone, as far as he’s concerned. 

He sighs, clicking his tongue as he decides to head into this full force. “Give me something to work with baby, I’ve missed you so much.” He says quietly, almost a growl that gives you shivers through the phone. 

You attempt to lie. “Just my underwear, Frankie.”

“Quit that.” He bites, shifting in his chair. “Tell me, really.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes. “Sweatpants…your shirt you left here a couple weeks ago.”

He hums, happy with the answer. He closes his eyes and listens to your breathing for a moment, imagining how you’re shifting under the covers to see what he might say next. “I want to listen to you touching yourself.”

You gasp teasingly, trailing a hand down over his shirt you’re wearing. “Oh do you?”

“Yes.” He groans, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. 

“Are you alone?” You ask quietly, hesitant to go along with what he’s saying until you know. 

“You want me to be?” He teases, turning his head a final time before deciding it is fine. “I’m on a balcony, looking out on the water. They’re all asleep in bedrooms, away from me.”

You hum, letting your fingertips ghost under the hem of your sweatpants. “I miss you.” You sigh, closing your eyes trying to imagine what he looks like now. A whole week has passed, and he likely hasn’t done anything more than shower once they booked this hotel. His beard has grown out, scruffy from what you can tell when he scratches at his chin through the phone. 

He groans again, palming himself through his cargo pants. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” You lit, smiling at the sound of his agreement. Needy, wanting. “What are you going to do when you see me?”

He laughs, shaking his head. He knows he’ll cry, probably–like a baby. “It’s not when I see you, cariño, it’s when I get you alone.”

Your breath catches, biting your lip. “What will you do when we are alone, then?”

He waits, squeezing himself as he hears the ruffling of your blankets, the shift and sigh as your hand cups your center over your underwear. “I’ve been thinking about getting you bent over my knee while I’ve been on this trip.” He confesses, swallowing as he hears you gasp again. “In nothing but maybe that one pair of underwear? With the flowers?” You hum in agreement. “Have you squirming over my knee, begging for it.”

“I’m not one to beg.” You giggle, pressing your finger against your clit and hissing at the dull throb you feel through the fabric. 

“I would disagree.” His fingers unbutton his pants, slowly sliding his hand over his briefs to cup himself. His hand is cool against the heat of his body, making him jump. 

“You think so?” You tease yourself, swirling a finger around your clit still over the fabric. “You think I’ll say ‘please Frankie, spank me’?”

Frankie shuts his eyes, listening to your breath hitch. “What are you doing?”

“Touching myself, like you asked.” You say matter-of-factly.

He shakes his head, squeezing himself again. “I’ll have you begging tomorrow.” He glances down to see the front of his briefs have a small wet spot where he’s started to make a mess. “You won’t be begging me to make your ass red though, querida.”

You send a questioning hum, pulling your hand away to slide them against your skin instead. 

“You’ll be begging me to fuck you.” Frankie growls, swiping his thumb over his weeping head as he’s watched you do before, closing his eyes when he hears your sigh of agreement. “I’ll have you over my knee so I can play with you, so I can tease you until you are begging for me to fuck you.”

You shift on the mattress, tapping a finger at your entrance before pushing as far as you can into yourself. “Frankie?” You say breathily, listening to his own breath come quickly.

The distinct sound of his hand working over himself comes to your ears. “Fuck, I love you.” Tumbles out of him. “What is it, baby?”

You feel yourself smile, imagining him. “Please, fuck me.” You beg quietly, holding back another giggle at the sound of his breath stuttering. 

“That’s right baby.” He adjusts in the chair, glancing over his shoulder once more before letting himself lean back and look at himself. His hand wrapped around the base, two quick strokes to calm himself down. “Told you you’d beg for me.”

You don’t have the ability to disagree, circling your clit again as a groan reaches your ears. “Please, Francisco.”

“Fuck.” He barks, moving his hand faster. “I promise. I will. T-tomorrow, I’m all yours. Anything you want.”

Blood rushes to his head and to his cock as he hears your breath catch, the sudden moan reaching his ears spurring on his own orgasm. He feels like he’s melting at the sounds you make, the whimpers that your phone is able to pick up.

Your head clears of the foggy lust, pulling your pants back up over your hips where it drooped, snuggling further into your bed. “I love you.” You squeak, blushing from what you just did together. 

Frankie laughs, not bothering to button his pants back up. He sighs, looking out to the water. “I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon, hermosa.”

“Tomorrow.”

You’re anxious, sitting in his truck with the air blasting into your face to keep you cool. It has been hot today-overly so. You don’t know exactly what time Frankie meant by afternoon, so you’ve been here since 12:01 with the hopes that Frankie will return in one piece. 

You had stopped at Berto and Alma’s, picking up large amounts of empanadas that Alma had insisted on making for all of them. 

She gave you three large containers, noting which ones were spiced more heavily than the others for the sake of Ben and Will’s palate. 

When she handed you the third, arguing with you for a moment about whether or not it was too much, she finally admitted “The third is for you and Francisco only. Don’t tell Santi, he will be jealous that I have a favorite.”

You had laughed, nodding your head and promising to keep it a secret before making your way over to the hangar. 

Now sitting in Frankie’s truck, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel and feeling sweat drip down your back in the afternoon sun, you wonder if you’re too anxious. 

After a couple hours you shake your head at yourself, stepping into the hangar and waving at the workers that were prepping for their arrival and setting out the two containers of food. You ask quietly if there’s a time that they are to be expected, but skitter back out to Frankie’s truck when they give you a half hearted shrug. 

By the time the sun is settling, you’ve rolled down the windows and are hanging out of them, trying to catch the breeze that just won’t come. You know now that you most certainly came too soon, holding back frustrated tears as you step out of the truck and slam the door. 

Standing must be better than sitting at this point, right?

You hear the whirling sound of the helicopter blades suddenly, making you squint up at the sky to see if you are imagining it. You’ve convinced yourself that you are imagining it, until you see a speck in the sky that resembles Big Mama. 

It feels too long with how time passes with your head facing upward at the sky, the speck becoming larger and larger until you feel the wind push against your face. 

You don’t even realize you’re crying until you watch the helicopter land smoothly, and howl of excitement once the engine is shut off, the blades slowing. You watch Will step out, waving at you before beelining it for the hangar.

Benny is next to step out, throwing a duffle bag into the hangar’s open garage door, waiting for their arrival. He speaks to the owner, quietly asking them to take care of putting the helicopter away. 

When Santiago steps out his darkened eyes are not as prominent, his smile wide as he spots you. He gives a small nod, following Will’s tracks to the folding table where you had set out food. 

You hold your breath until you see Frankie, his eyes searching for you the minute he steps out. He smiles, wide and inviting as his arms follow suit. Suddenly you’re running at him, listening to his surprised laugh and grunt as he catches you. 

You’re sure tears are soaking his shirt, but he pulls you tighter against him. “Hi, cariño.”

“Hi,” Is your watery reply, shuffling back and pressing your hands into his arms. “You’re not hurt?”

He shakes his head, smiling at you. “No, baby. I’m alright.” He cups your chin, pulling your lips to his briefly. He smiles into your lips, the faint sound of excited calls from the hangar barely reaches your ears as he wraps an arm around waist and turns you both to walk. 

He pinches your side as he walks with you, burying his face into your neck and inhaling deeply. “I can’t wait to get you home.”

You smile, blushing wildly. “Berto and Alma–”

“Let’s just go home.” He says again, pupils blown wide. He feels desperate to have you alone, being teased by his friends that you would be waiting for him naked at home. Even when he had said that you would be waiting to see all of them, they had scoffed, knowing better. 

He saw you know and knew better too. 

He’s walking to the truck, opening the passenger door and letting you slide in before giving a short wave to the open door of the hangar, ignoring any questions the others may have. 

“Food’s over here, Fish!” Benny calls, mouth full. 

“Nah man, you know where he’s going.” Will mumbles out just loud enough for Frankie to hear before he’s hopping in the driver’s seat.

He doesn’t give them a second glance, starting the engine and pulling away and down the dirt road before his hand reaches to hold your knee. He comes in contact with a container, glancing at it before at you. “What’s that?”

“Berto and Alma made you a specific box of food.” You say quietly, watching the smile spread across his face. “Alma said you’re her favorite.”

He lets you pop open the top, the smell of spices reaches his nose so quickly that he can’t help but take an empanada in his hand and take a bite. Frankie groans at the taste, pulling onto the main road and heading for his apartment. “What did you do? While I was away?”

You laugh. “Moped around, mostly.” 

He flicks his gaze to yours at a red light, finishing the empanada and reaching for your knee. “What did you get for groceries? Did you use my card like I asked?”

You nod, flipping open the container and grabbing something to eat for yourself. “I did. Made fried rice a few times, lots of chicken caesar salads,” You trail off, taking a bite and humming to yourself. “I tried going to Berto and Alma’s a few times but they wouldn’t let me pay.”

Frankie smirks at that, squeezing your knee and pulling away from the intersection. He feels satisfaction settle in his stomach at the thought that you had been taken care of, even when you had tried to pay. “Good.” He nods, hearing you laugh. 

When he pulls up to his apartment, he’s quick to get you out of the passenger seat, waiting for you to unlock the front door impatiently. His hands have a mind of their own, sliding down your sides and squeezing at your ass as you try to shoo him away. “I’m trying to unlock the door, Morales–”

“I know. I can’t help it. Where did you get these jeans?” He questions, tapping you lightly and smiling when you scoff. 

“I’ve had them.”

“You wearing anything under there? Let me see–”

You bat his hand away, pointing at him to get him like scolding a child. “Let’s be inside for you to do that!”

“But I want to see now, hermosa. You’re so gorgeous when you walk in front of me, have I not said that before?”

“No.” You laugh to yourself, pushing open the door and tossing the keys on the shelf.

“Hmm.” Frankie’s eyes follow your figure, watching as you set the food on the coffee table. “I should have.”

He tumbles in after you, shutting the door with his foot and reaching for you. “God, how you look when you bend over like that?”

“I thought you wanted to bend me over?” You tease, fluttering your lashes at him.

His pupils go wide, shaking his head mostly to himself. “I can’t right now.” He confesses, unbuttoning his pants. “After last night I need to taste you.”

You go to stop him, but see how quickly he is kicking off his boots, how quickly his pants are disappearing. “Why don’t we shower–”

He groans, hands clasping at your waist and landing on the carpet with his knees. “Let me see.”

“Frankie–”

You gasp when his mouth attaches to your stomach, soft and gentle while his fingers work quickly at the button. The way he pulls at your jeans has you reaching to steady yourself on his shoulders, bunching up the fabric of his shirt. 

He sighs happily when he sees you did what you were told; those blue panties with the tiny flowers gracing his vision. He leans back to pull off his shirt, hat flying with it before pressing his mouth lower over your underwear. 

“So fucking pretty.” He whispers, hands traveling to your ass and squeezing at the flesh there. 

He hears you squeak in surprise, your nails digging into his shoulders and hair at the back of his head. He guides you backwards, shuffling forward until you’re able to lay on the couch fully, ass hanging over the edge. 

“Hold on.” He instructs with a smirk, moving your hands to the edge of the cushions before he leans forward and starts mouthing at your clit through the fabric of your underwear. 

The swirl of his tongue is intoxicating, your eyes rolling back in bliss and a moan bubbling out of you. You feel him chuckle, the vibrations causing you to buck your hips up toward his mouth. “Frankie–fuck–”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to wait.” Frankie confesses, bringing large doe eyes up to your face as he slides a finger over your center through your underwear. 

He slides your underwear down your legs, wrapping them tightly around your ankles and using them as leverage to lift and maneuver your legs however he wants. You let out a laugh of shock of how he moves your legs to the side, letting you legs press together but shining from your own slick, on display for him. 

“Please, baby.” You whine, trying to adjust yourself to be more supported, still hanging off the couch. 

Frankie’s face is red, mouth hanging open as he watches you squirm after barely touching you. He holds your ankles firm, his other hand coming down and gliding two fingers through your folds before letting one finger press into you. 

You sigh, throwing your head back again and whining for him. “All for me?” He asks, adding a second finger. 

You nod quickly, biting at your lip until you’re sure it’s bleeding. “Yes, all for you.”

Frankie hums in approval, removing his fingers and covering himself in your arousal before pressing himself slowly into you. “Gunna fill your sweet pussy up.” He growls, keeping himself restrained, sliding himself in until his abdomen is pressed against your thigh. 

He feels your leg shaking against him, flicking his eyes up to your wrecked face before he smiles. He pulls back just as slowly, watching you open your eyes to watch him before thrusting in heavily. 

Your moans spur him on, grunting in unison with you. His eyes are locked on yours, unable to look away as he feels you tighten around him. “Wanna come for me?” He asks, releasing your underwear wrapped ankles and changing positions so that he can lay his body against yours. 

His fingers come up to hold your jaw, pressing a kiss to your lips and encouraging you. “I’ve got you, baby.” 

You come under his touch, skin hot to the touch and slick with exertion. A moment more for you to come back down to earth, watching as he pulls out and finishes over your stomach. Ropes of his orgasm covering you, shirt pushed up and just barely missing the hem. 

He takes a deep breath, look at you for a moment before leaning into you and his own mess and pressing kisses to your face. “I love you.” He mumbles against your lips, smiling when you laugh. 

“I love you too.” You sigh, sitting up with his help and taking a deep breath. “Let’s shower?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at him. 

His own sparkle back at you, a knowing smirk rising on his face. “Yeah.”

Showering to Frankie meant pressing into you again, holding you up against the wall and covering your neck in marks. He was determined to ignore all outside distractions, stopping at the fridge to get you both a drink in between sessions that he swore would leave him exhausted. 

You both would doze in and out of sleep, awoken to each other's touch an hour or so later to do it all again. 

Now he lays next to you, his arm around your shoulder as you tuck yourself into his neck, looking around his room. Your clothes folded on the dresser next to a travel bag of jewelry, a pair of slippers tucked under the night stand.

You had jackets hanging up at his door when you first walked in, and dishes soaked in the sink. Your preferred drink sat happily in the fridge next to his own, your kitchen towels hanging from the oven’s handle. 

“When does your lease end?” Frankie asks quietly, staring at your pair of underwear that is peeking out of the top drawer of his dresser. He remembered teasingly asking you to store some of your clothes here so that you didn’t have to rush from his place whenever you spent the night. 

“A couple months.” You yawn. You swirl your fingers from his chest to his belly button and back up, blissfully unaware of his eyes flicking around to all your items. 

He hums, taking a deep breath as a second of anxiety shoots through him. “Have you renewed the lease yet?”

You shake your head. “No, but I will need to soon.” You pause, moving your head to look up at him. “Why?”

Only a second more, and Frankie’s eyes are on yours. “I don’t think you should.” He whispers, watching for a reaction. He swears you can hear his heartbeat beating out of his chest. 

You give him a shy smile, overheating and laughing. “So, the street it is then?”

He pinches you, letting you giggle before pushing his face into your hair as if he is hiding. He takes another deep breath, inhaling your shampoo. “Move in with me?”

He feels your pause in breathing, your attempt to not stiffen in his hold. “Really?” You ask, furrowing your brow as he pulls away to look at you. 

Frankie brings his thumbs up to your brow, smoothing away the tension. “Yeah.” He breathes. “If you want to. I just…I don’t want to be without you.”

You nod, swallowing roughly. “I-I want to.” Frankie feels his heart swell with excitement. “But we are splitting rent.”

Frankie frowns, shaking his head. “I’ll let you buy groceries once and a while.”

“Frankie–”

Frankie cuts you off, “Hermosa, I just came into 20 million dollars. I want you to live with me. You don’t have to pay for anything.”

You gasp, freezing. “20 million?” Your voice is small, eyes wide and unbelieving. 

He watches you try to process, holding you firm in his hands before petting your hair back. “Yeah.” He clears his throat, suddenly feeling overly exposed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked–”

You press your hand to his chest, stopping him in his tracks. “I’ll pay for groceries every week, Frankie.” 

He’s confused for a moment, watching a slow smile appear on your lips before a smile grows on his own. He pulls you close, peppering kissing over your face. “Whatever you want, baby.”

You laugh, settling back into his arms just as Frankie notices the sun peeking over buildings through his window. You begin to drift off into sleep, the sun painting the side of your face and arm as he had imagined while flying over the Andes. He smiles to himself, pulling you closer and shutting his eyes, relaxing when he remembers he doesn’t have to fly over those mountains ever again. 

[yourfavouritefighter]

OK obsessed with the swap ​​idea

- Does Jackson still get bullied?

- How is Holt's life in the monster world?

- How does the trigger work?

- What is their personality like in this world?

- How out of touch is Holt?

- Do they know about each other?

I would love a first days fanfic?

yo glad you like the au! I don’t have all the details set in place so sorry if things are a tad bit inconsistent but here we go! (Also sorry for the late reply I didn’t see the ask rip)

Bullying

-I feel that both of the boys would get bullied but in different ways and for different reasons, Jackson would be pushed around since he’s quite nerdy, so I feel manny still wouldn’t like him. However holt would probably just be excluded from things, or have rumours spread about him, but due to him being prone to fighting back it wouldn’t be direct bullying like it is for Jackson.

Holts life in the monster world

-Holt would still Dj however he’d most likely do it whilst in a disguise of some form, (even if it’s just a mask or some make up) as many monsters don’t trust him. He doesn’t like the fact he has to Hyde his identity but the extra money comes in handy.

Triggers

-This may change in the future but my current plan is to have Jackson be triggered by extreme silence. So there has to be near to no sounds for him to appear. As such the headphones double as extra noise if necessary or as music. I also thought about him being triggered by piano specifically alongside the silence trigger.

Personalities

-Holt: He’s a bit of a joker and pretty immature, he likes to just chill and have fun in life. However he is quite hot headed and can have a short temper. This pairs to mean people don’t trust him too well and don’t want to mess with him (well not directly at least, no one minds the anonymous pranks or rumours just as long as it doesn’t tie back to them).

-Jackson: He’s more reserved than his counterpart, preferring to follow rules and structure, unlike holt’s ‘rules were made to be broken’ mentality, he prefers to stay out of the public eye, whether it be due to not wanting people to find out his identity or avoiding the bullying (since I haven’t decided if people know about him and holt yet). His quiet nature means he can be quite the push over at times making him prime for taunts and attacks from his peers.

(Man I really gotta draw some art of Jackson interacting with people)

Out of touch?

-I’m not too sure what you mean by this, whether it be out of touch with monster culture, or out of touch in the sense of being isolated from his classmates. Either way due to his DJ-ing and being a student at MH he’s picked up a lot of monster slang and culture. And as for friends, he’s known Draculaura since before MH and managed to meet Frankie on his first day, so he isn’t alone there. In the au I’ll still have him be friends with a lot of the usual characters (e.g deuce heath frankie etc with some exceptions)

Do they know?

-As of joining MH definitely yes, but as kids their mother tired to keep it secret, as she doesn’t get along with her Hyde, as such it was a shock when during quiet time at school he burst into flames. Holt was quickly pulled from the school, switching between a mix of homeschooling, monster schools and normie schools. Usually not lasting long at any of them, due to his temper and monster side.

A fic?

-Maybe??????? I’m not too great of a writer, but I might work on a one shot or really short fic about it….someday? If I have the chance and people are interested in it I might take a crack at writing lmao

I hope that covers everything! I’m happy to answer any more questions people have on the au and I really appreciate all the support it’s got! (I really wasn’t expecting it lmao)

[back-in-2037]

Meet the Robinsons Christmas Headcanons 🎄

-Decorating the tree is a big tradition with the Robinsons, but they are very particular about the way they go about it in the sense that they are everything but particular about it at all. Following a set color scheme? A theme? An aesthetic? Humbug! Everybody in the house puts whatever decorations they like up there and that is that. Many of them are handmade, some recent, some as old as when the Robinsons first moved into their home. Whatever they put up there is their little piece of themselves they decorate the tree with. It looks like a chaotic mess of different colors and ornaments of all mismatched shapes and sizes and its perfect.

-That being said, when it comes to decorating the rest of the house, Cornelius has come up with a wide array of inventions to help make things easier when it comes to getting such a giant house ready for the holidays. Think stuff like that Christmas-light-canon from The Grinch (2000). You know Gaston would love that one.

-The Robinsons also participate in all kinds of charitable events during the holidays. Fundraisers, toy drives, etc. Franny and her frog band specifically will do concerts to raise money for good causes or that are free to attend events for the sake of spreading the holiday cheer.

-On that note, Frankie and the rest of the band have memorized pretty much every Christmas song in the English language (as well as some in other languages) along with a corresponding jazz band arrangement for them.

-And speaking of Music, you know this family is big on Christmas carols during their own celebrations at home, and even though some of them might not be the most gifted singers, they make up for it in effort and good attitude that never fails to bring laughter and cheer.

-The whole family joins in making Christmas cookies, even the ones who are banned from the kitchen every other day of the year, which has bore some...interesting results, but in the end, those become funny stories to tell in due time as well.

-Lots of snowball fights. And lets just say when you've got family members who have experience shooting stuff (including themselves) out of canons, flying around shooting paint, dodging projectiles with karate, as well as building all kinds of contraptions, those can get pretty intense.

-When it comes to what movies the family watches during Christmas time, it varies from year to year and who manages to get their hands on the remote. But one movie they will watch every single year without fail is some variation of A Christmas Carol.

-When it comes to gift-giving, parents give their respective children presents and vice versa, and young children get gifts from pretty much everyone, but since they are a pretty big family, the Robinsons have come up with a Secret Santa system to use every year. Carl inputs the names of everybody over the age of thirteen, makes some calculations, and will give everyone a printed slip of paper with the name of the person this fair and random system has settled they should give a gift to that year. The family has turned it into a tradition to go above and beyond to try to keep whom they've got for the gift exchange a secret by all kinds of wacky means necessary.

-Wilbur, who prior to turning thirteen, had never done the whole Secret Santa thing before, had made it his own tradition to play detective and try to find out who got who for the gift exchange every year after he repeatedly tried asking Carl to tell him for years, and Carl figured out the only way he could get him to stop is by challenging him to figure it out on his own.

[asteriastarr]

HIIIYYAAA!!! its me again i bloody L O V E D the messing around b4 class one you did.

(for this one Deuce and Y/N are already together and she is a shapeshifter) if you arent busy or anything like that a cute thing I thought of was Deuce, Y/N, Heath, Clawdeen, Drac, Frankie, etc all chilling in a chill room or common room during free period or on a weekend messing around and having fun and just laughing about dumb crap. Then Komos walks past and Y/N uses her piers to turn into him and yells out something funny to him just to mess with him but he knows its her which causes everyone to laugh again.

Just another weird thought/concept I thought of!!!

Luv ya💚🖤

A/n: Thank you for the request! Idk how I did but I tried to fulfil it, hope you enjoy, love ya!

POV: Shapeshifter!Y/n and the group messing around in their free period.

Y/n rested her head on Deuces shoulder, his hand wrapped around her shoulders, happily joking around with their friends as the group threw a small rubber ball around the room.

“Okay, okay, do Headmistress Bloodgood.” Clawdeen said as Y/n playfully rolled her eyes and straightened herself up.

She closed her eyes, focusing on Headmistress Bloodgood’s basic appearance and features, turning herself into an exact replica of her.

“My goodness children, have you been breaking rules?” She says her voice almost exactly matching Headmistress Bloodgood’s.

“Draculaura!” She yelled suddenly causing Draculaura to jump “Have you been doing witchcraft? That is so horrible, how dare you be doing something so humanlike in our school. Witchcraft is an abomination!”

The group laughed as she turned to Deuce.

“Mr Gorgon!” She yelled causing Deuce to raise an eyebrow at her, flinching slightly “Are you causing trouble?”

Deuce shook his head.

“Don’t lie Mr Gorgon, I see you just sitting there with your green snake hair and glasses, very clearly breaking rules. Detention for two months due to all your rule breaking.” She says, making a mock angry face at Deuce before turning back to her normal self and moving herself closer to Deuce.

“You should get used to saying my last name, it’ll be yours someday.” He whispered in her ears making her cheeks heat up as she lightly slapped his chest.

“I dunno, I think it should be L/n-Gorgon but whatever.” She whispered to him.

“Ooh Y/n! Do the music teacher.”  Frankie requested.

This time instead of standing up she merely transformed into their music teacher and did an ungodly impression of their teachers singing (causing most of the group to cover their ears and laugh, except Deuce of whom was too busy wincing in pain).

Just then Mr Komos walked past causing Y/n to crane her head around with an evil smile on her face.

She closed her eyes and turned herself into him before yelling out.

“I’m Mr Komos, Here’s a musical number on True Monster Hearts instead of a lesson! I have a massive crush on Headmistress Bloodgood, hence why I keep sucking up to her!"

The group snickered.

“Y/n! We’ve talked about this! What did Headmistress Bloodgood say about imitating teachers?” He scolded walking over to the group causing them to laugh harder.

She transformed herself into Headmistress Bloodgood again before mimicking her.

“Never under any circumstances should you ever imitate a teacher! If you are caught doing it again I will give you a detention. Blah blah blah, this is a very serious offence- oh hello Dracula, are you here to donate some money to the school? You are looking wonderful by the way, very dead. Now where was I? Ah yes! No more transforming into teachers or else, blah blah blah blah blah.” Y/n mimicked.

“You just did it again.” Komos scolded.

“Headmistress Bloodgood isn’t technically a teacher though, she’s a Headmistress, she didn’t say anything about that.” Y/n said matter-of-factly, the group laughing even harder.

Unfortunately for Y/n, the look on Mr Komos’s face indicated no matter her excuse she’d be getting detention.

“Uh- You can’t give detention to what you can’t catch!” Y/n yelled turning herself into a rabbit and running off.

[bambiraptorx]

Okay, my long overdue infodump about yokai medicine/painkillers is here. Just as a heads up, there will be discussion of and reference to a variety of drugs, drug use, and addiction.

There are three main forms of treatment used to deal with pain: pharmaceutical drugs similar or identical to the ones used by humans, potions, and spells. For now, I'll focus on pharmaceutical type medications.

So, to begin, I do need to address the fact that the yokai population has an immense level of biodiversity, from skeletons to insects to dragons. This means that the use of medicine is probably incredibly complicated, as a given substance can has wildly different effects on different species--not to mention that even within a species a compound can have different results (see: stimulants and how they have drastically different effects for people with ADHD than for neurotypicals).

Add to that the fact that we also see a large variety of sizes for different yokai, from Exploding Frankie (maybe a foot tall) to the colossal building-sized creatures we see walking around int he first episode of the show, and you've got a very complex problem. (Size is relevant in figuring out dosages because drugs often have different effects at different doses, but also because larger people tend to need more to have an effect in the first place. A dose that would kill a mouse probably wouldn't kill a 6 foot tall man, for example, but depending on the exact drug it might still mess him up a lot.)

This means that it would be very difficult to, if not impossible, to properly categorize a chemical based on its effects. Sure, they know Adderall works as a stimulant and opiates are painkillers for humans, but how does that translate to a slime yokai who doesn't even have a nervous system? How do you effectively (and ethically) figure that out when the population of slime yokai is extremely limited? In all honesty, you probably don't.

(As a side note, it's fairly important that for the drugs humans use, they go through large amounts of animals trials before ever being tested on people to a) make sure the drug actually has the effect it's meant to, b) figure out what potential side effects might crop up, and c) find out what a lethal dose is. That's because we can reasonably compare the reactions of animals to what we might see in a human body. For large amounts of the yokai population, that comparison probably does not work.)

So yokai can, in dire circumstances, use substances that humans would (as painkillers, sedatives, etc) but it would be very difficult to know what dosages are safe for a given species, if any are. This would also mean that the Hidden City probably has a very different approach to drug education: less "ooh these drugs are evil and you'll get addicted immediately if you ever try them" and more "just because meth acts as a stimulant for humans doesn't mean it can't kill you at half the dose it takes them to even get an effect so be fucking careful".

I would imagine that drug regulation works very differently in the Hidden City out of necessity. After all, you can't even reliably say what effects a given chemical has, let alone recommend a dose for people to use. In a lot of cases, the best that the HC can do is probably enforce purity standards and proper labeling of products so that at the very least, people know what chemical they're actually getting and how much of it.

Which of course means that their legal system is entirely different when it comes to drug related crimes, because the use/possession of drugs is something that cannot effectively be criminalized when a pill that would cause an overdose in one person would act as a mild cough suppressant in another. (That and the whole idea behind making drugs illegal in the first place is to prevent addiction by making access harder, which... is a bit of a weird premise in the first place? but that's a whole other rant. Yes, use declines somewhat when the drug is made illegal, but it also makes it much harder for addicts to get the treatment they need when drug use is criminalized.)

Given the length of this post I think I'll cut it off here and edit with links when I get the other topics covered lmao.

Part 2 Part 3

[astroboots]

What would you say are the MC trio, Moon Boys, and Miguel’s biggest kinks/fantasies/positions/etc?

Feel free just to rapid-fire list them since this is a handful of characters, to just pic a specific group, or totally ignore this altogether if it’s too much!

I’m just particularly curious about all of them, what their preferences are individually (especially like, for example, what Boa/Santi prefer vs Boa/Frankie, or Steven/Reader vs Marc/Reader, or…Miguel/Nena vs Miguel/Cielito👀). Like, does Santi find it a little easier to be vulnerable with just Boa? Do Steven and Marc ever lovingly bully Reader by tag-teaming? (I don’t know where I saw it but the phrase, “I can gangbang you all by myself,” said by Marc has lived rent-free in my head for d a y s.)

Thank you so much if you do decide to indulge in answering this ask, and if you don’t! Your writing makes me so happy and I hope to be as good as you one day! :)

OOOH I LOVE THIS ASK!!! Sorry this has taken me ages to get through.

Homecoming Dynamics

I think you're absolutely right nonny. Santi does find it easier to be emotionally vulnerable with Boa. Partly it's because of their longstanding friendship since childhood and how Boa has known the more vulnerable and personal parts of Santiago where he doesn't need to be tough. It's hard to stay tough in front of the woman who watched you get tricked by an older kid to trade Charizard for a Magikarp for a Pokemon trade, or the first time you got broken up with and ended up crying at a Mcdonalds booth.

However I think in bed it's actually the opposite? Santiago finds it a lot easier to relinquish control with Frankie. Because Frankie "takes" it from him, Santiago loves how Frankie gets stern and orders him to listen to him/obey. In a way that makes Santiago switch off his brain as he doesn't have to think and he lets Frankie be in control and for him that is such an easy act and a relief all at once. Whereas with Boa (she purposefully) asks him to surrender control which is an active choice on his part that brings up all sorts of emotional vulnerabilities that messes with his head.

Red Flags dynamic

OOOOOOOOOOOF ok ok that quote! it's from an Oscar Isaac zoom theater he did with Marissa Tomei and I AM OBSESSED WITH IT! I think applied to the Red Flags dynamics, those words, that sentence would come out of Jake's mouth. I can just seeeeeeeeeeeee it.

I think Marc for all his need for control and how he likes to be stern with reader, he also really really spoils her. He's also immensely private and possessive with his private (and regular) time with her and balks at the idea of switching/tag-teaming in that way.

However Steven/Jake... I think those two menaces would be all up for it. Steven because by the time he's THAT gone, there's no composure left in him. If Jake is with her and goads him and lets him take over Steven absolutely 100000% would JUMP at the chance. If anything the difficulty with tag-teaming is for Jake to convince Steven to give back control of the body.

[writefightandflightclub]

"ride or die is so special to me" ch.6 edition!!!

(Sorry this is so late work was just way busier than normal this past week!!)

Okay so right off the bat, "Santiago watches you go. Feels the violence of you being snatched from his side like a wound" why would you do that to us??? Probably bc it's beautifully written and a perfect start to this chapter but STILL. I felt personally ATTACKED by this opening. Also the callback to ch.3 which says "Santiago is a wound you could never close" 😭 babe you know I am rooting for these two but they keep hurting me AND EACH OTHER.

Is all the boys except Tom showing up foreshadowing Tom's fate in the movie?? 👀 also I like the detail that Benny is the one to follow her while Will is sort of the guard/the wall keeping the two of them apart while Frankie goes with Santi. Without having to talk about it, the squad falls into roles, you can feel their history as a team in the way they moved into, and through, this conflict. Hoping our girl and Benny don't do anything stupid (I can't remember which chapter it is so maybe I hallucinated it or something, but wasn't there a comment at some point about Benny having a soft spot for her or along those lines? I'd like to believe neither of them would be so stupid and short-sighted though).

The IRONY of Santi's fear of hurting her being the exact thing that ends up hurting her? BIG OUCH. Another ginormous ouch was this "Until Santiago feels only jitters through his weak legs. Until he feels a pit open up inside and swallow him. Until he can carry himself no further away from you. Until he realises that no matter how far he walks he cannot run from himself" LIKE THAT LAST LINE IS SO HAUNTINGLY POIGNANT!!!

Now for what might just be my favourite aspect of this chapter: Frankie being an absolute KING. "Don't talk just walk" is something I have to tell myself when I'm upset, and Frankie telling Santi that was so great!! "Don’t patronise her by thinking you know better" THANK YOU THIS IS KING SHIT FRANKIE KEEP IT UP BABY. Kudos to you balancing how messed up their military history and trauma has made each of them from Santi's perspective and how moving on is worth it from Frankie's - it makes the conflict believable and layered and interesting. The way Frankie is uniquely equipped to get through to Santiago and get him to admit what he is afraid of, what underlies all these tensions, was GORGEOUSLY explored.

However that ending??? NOOOO SANTIAGO NOOOOOO YOU LITERALLY JUST WENT THROUGH THIS WITH FRANKIE DO NOT FALL INTO THAT MENTAL TRAP AGAIN!!! I want him to do copious amounts of therapy!!!!

Can't believe how you just come up with all this stuff and write it so well? This chapter really went straight to my heart like this is the kind of shit I want injected directly into my veins it is so good!!!

Special to me anon!!! 😀🧡 Heyyyy!

Ooh thank you for this delicious commentary. And PLEASE never apologise for bestowing such a wonderful gift upon me. I would wait years. 😁

Btw, I hope that work isn’t being too unkind to you. You got this! 🧡

Okay. So. First of all I love it that you noticed that callback, with the wound imagery etc. ☺️🧡

And ooh, well we’ll have to wait and see if Tom’s absence is foreshadowing anything in this tale 👀 … but that’s such a stellar observation! Oh and I’m so pleased the way they all reacted gave hints at how they work as a unit. That it’s well-trodden. I wanted all of the relationships to feel plausible and unique but also that sense of them as a team to be present. The fact they can *mobilise*. I feel they would have roles and patterns without needing to speak about it and I did feel this is how it would go down. Oh my gosh, thank you for remembering that detail about Benny too! I did indeed suggest he has a soft spot for reader, and so I think it’s apt he’s the one to follow 🥹

And the ouches? Oof. I know, I know. Santiago really doesn’t want to hurt her. He honestly would rather suffer himself than do that. And yet… somehow they are BOTH hurting. But, he’s an expert at creating / worsening problems for himself (no shade, he’s got a lot to work through in that pretty head of his and breaking cycles is not easy). I feel like this whole scene with Frankie was so vital actually.

Also. Yes. Frankie = king. 👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑 No notes. 😁 I’m so pleased the conflict there was believable, and that their different perspectives / beliefs came through. I think one reason why it’s so hard for Santi is that when he tugs on the reader thread to try and unravel it, it’s tied on to this big ball of all his other traumas: military, grief, and more, and so it feels far too big. I do feel like Frankie is “uniquely equipped” it get through to him - love that phrasing. Sometimes when people are in it or too close to it they just need someone else to help them shift their angle of view. Even a small nudge. Frankie knows them BOTH so well and loves them, and I feel like even with everything he has going on himself he’s just slightly less jaded. He’s looking ahead to his new baby, wanting to get back on track, you know? Also, importantly, he’s TIRED. Like. Just sort it out, man.

And ahhhh the ending!!!!!!! 😱😱😱😱 I think this goes back to patterns being hard to break. I think it’s clear this one isn’t going to be solved by any one *single* moment or epiphany. That, *if* they can make it work, it’s gonna take some work. Let’s see! 🤭

Once again thank you for indulging me and letting me ramble about this story! I’m so grateful! 🧡🧡🧡

[watchyourdigits]

1, 6, 8, & 40 for the otp ask?

More Eve/Mac for the OTP ask game :') Some Frankie/Danse sprinkled in because I'm starting to feel inspired to write them again (please clap). AS ALWAYS, I am so easily carried away & these are lengthy af

(nsft toward the end, not explicit)

<3

1. Who fell for the other one first?

Eve/Mac

MacCready fell first, hitting his head a few times on the way down. He's often grateful he didn't just run for the hills the moment he realized what was happening because it sure as hell was terrifying getting close to someone again after Lucy.

Evelyn didn't really fall, so much as she was hit by it like a freight train. She spent a lot of time at first being hyper-fixated on Mac's intentions and him as a concept in general that she didn't realize she had a "problem" until she was already in too deep. It took him being shot and kidnapped by the Forged for her to really feel the enormity of what losing him would do to her & come to terms with what it all meant.

Frankie/Danse

Frankie. The moment he laid eyes on Danse, he knew that beefcake would be the death of him. Like, Frankie isn't blind c'mon now. The thirst was baaadddddd and, as such, was mostly a physical attraction at first. It didn't take long for it to blossom into something more than that once he got to know him. For Frankie, there was no coming to terms with anything, no having to think twice about it. He's always been very unashamed in his affection for his Paladin. Still, he handled things as subtly as he could manage and waited (mostly) patiently while Danse figured his shit out.

Call it overconfidence, but he always had a feeling Danse felt similarly & was dealing with a lot of internalized roadblocks. Frankie wasn't about to push him into anything. Not only that, but he wasn't sure why Danse would even want him with his face being messed up by the deathclaw. Thus, his rule always was that Danse had to make the first move. Even still, Frankie would continue waiting for as long as it would take for Danse to come around. It's the only time this man has exercised patience in his goddamn life.

6. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

MacCready sees metaphors for her everywhere; flowers, birds, the rising and setting of the sun, to name a few. Evelyn thinks of him when she sees more real concepts. Like when she sees an empty bed, she's wishing he was there (even if he's not far behind). She thinks of him whenever she sees ammo casings scattered around. Clear days remind her of the color of his eyes.. You know the vibes.

(Me at them like ffs quit it with the yearning, you're in the same room together!!!!)

8. Do they get along with each other’s friends and family?

I sort of answered this one accidentally in one of my other responses, but yes! Most of the friends Evelyn and MacCready have are mutual ones. I'd say Deacon is an exception to this. Eve ends up coming around on Deacon, and they're kind of actually friends in the end. MacCready can't stand him sometimes and generally finds him annoying, but he tolerates him because he's the sole reason Evelyn got out of the Institute alive. He feels indebted to Deacon and repays said debt by not punching him in the face on sight for all of the Prior Transgressions - including, but not limited to: stalking, attempting to steal the courser chip, being funny and hot and sexy, etc.

40. Who tries to distract the other when they’re trying to do something else?

Eve/Mac

Evelyn and MacCready are both very annoying in this sense. Both are very needy/insecure, always seeking reassurances that things are still good between them. They also both indulge each other far too often and have very little self-discipline about each other. A disgusting "fuck whatever youre doing, give me snuggles or I'm going to BITE YOU" and "for you, anything" couple.

(nsft-ish warning for the following)

Frankie/Danse

Frankie is ALWAYS distracting Danse. He starts by asking innumerable questions about whatever he's working on. Danse isn't sure how it happens, but the situation degrades pretty consistently. Any time he tries to get work done, one of them ends up bent over his workbench or on their knees within thirty minutes or less.

A good example is the time Danse offered to fix the rifling on Frankie's shotgun - a project that should've taken a day or two at most ended up taking a full week longer. It was an amazing week, he wouldn't deny that, and it's what made Danse learn that Frankie has a very intense Thing for watching him work on stuff. He's subsequently banned from the workshop. Eventually, Danse started 'accidentally' leaving the door open after he put away his actual projects. Frankie is happy just to be there and doesn't comment on the fact that Danse is usually just pretending to re-organize his tools and not doing actual work.

[neongrime]

#NEONGRIME. private and selective multimuse blog focused on "V" sami vega from cyberpunk 2077, written along with an array of secondary characters both canon and original. low activity, private & selective +21. as interpreted by moss they/them, he/him +30.

𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍. 𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜. (currently under co)

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ROSTER.

"v". sami vega. trans, gender non-comforming. he/him. streetkid, punkie boy. parents were scavs, secretive. netrunner, walking the edge of cyberpsychosis.

"frankie". non-binary, gender fluid, they/them. either a highly modified higly illegal cyborg carrying a bunch of packaged personalities. or might just be a robot run by a handful of AIs fighting for control. Who knows.

goro takemura. request only.

[lemontartc]

"I want to skip steps because I'm so excited for the next one" I say and then don't have time to touch dolls for like two weeks. Anyway, I am making a lot of progress! Right now I'm doing a round-robin thing where I work on Adora, MSC her, work on my Lagoona, MSC her, work on my Dracluara, MSC her, etc, and by then I might be able to work on Adora again (or be out of time for dolls that night). As a result, I've gotten a lot done, though I have hit a snag.

Long story short, Adora's face is textured in a bad way, with swirls and lines. I don't know if this is from the skin repaint not being even (I thought it was), if it's from taking so long between the skin repaint and faceup that the repaint has "settled" and warped from moisture or heat or something (I was storing her loosely wrapped in a paper towel in a drawer to keep it from rubbing off, but my place is humid), or if it's from the reroot needle flexing the head repeatedly and messing with the paint (or, if that wouldn't have been a problem if I hadn't MSC'd her first, but it made sense to do that before the reroot... at least it did at the time). I really don't know. It wasn't visible at all until I started to use pastels on her, which I had to use a lot of because the differing material between her head and her body meant her head paint dried a slightly darker, more yellow-gray tone than the warm orange-tan of the rest of the body.

This is three different stages of MSC, the first being when I did the original layer and discovered the lines. I tried to rub off the pastels on the tops of the darker ridges. On the second, I used light yellow pastels all over her face with the idea it would stick more on the visible ridges than settle in the valleys to keep some of the bronzing while minimizing the texture. I also took a light nude colored pencil over the high ridges to blend them in further. On the right, the most recent layer, I tackled it from the opposite direction to fill in the light lines of texture with a darker pencil. I think on the final layer of MSC I'm going to try to attack it with light color pencils again to finish off. It's better than the veiny look of the original - I actually think it looks kinda cool now and reminds me of Fortiche's style - but it doesn't match the other SPOP dolls or what I was going for with her.

Here she is from the front across the three different layers. The lines weren't helped by the fact I had to put more darker pastels on her in layer three because she had lightened too much compared to her body with everything I'd done to even out the lines.

I think one more corrective layer will be enough to get the texture fine if you aren't right up close. I'll also finish her eyes (she does need real pupils even if I'm leaning more She-ra than Adora on the color), "eyeshadow", and lips (they're passably understated rn but I want them much pinker). Her brows I tried to thread the needle between Adora and She-ra for, but I might add more to them too, we'll see. I don't want them to look too prominent once I reveal her hair.

After that I need to extremely carefully straighten her hair while the iron is still warming up so I don't melt it like I did with my other Lagoona, but the hot water pour didn't straighten out the base doll's crimped blonde enough for me. I saw someone use a technique on here once for styling the hair bump I'll have to dig up because it seemed great, and then I can dress her and throw her into Catra's arms!

Also, last time I posted I lamented that I had no photos of her pre-reroot, but it turns out I do!

Yes, that's Glimmer pre-repaint beside her in the second photo, and in the first one, the Frankie on the right you can barely see actually became Perfuma. I told you she was sitting in my drawer like this for a while. Looking where she started, I'm very proud of how far she has come and wow I love Monster High molds so much, they look so good for human characters, but I am so done with skin repaints for a while lol. Frosta and Spinnerella are indefinitely on hold. Scorpia I've already done at least and Netossa I'm planning to dye Nefera for to darken her enough and I think that'll be fine. The idea of doing Netossa without Spinnerella is weird, but repainting black also sounds really hard so.... on hold, yeah.

Other dolls!

Been awhile since I posted a concept sketch and I covered up my chicken scratch, but it was just a note that I didn't like how bug-eyed it looked and did actually want to center the eyes on the final doll. I thought it would be a fun idea but... no. This was originally supposed to be a deep sea fish-inspired design and I started calling it Bugeyes because of the sketch. This might actually be the second doll I ever designed after Rum... Maybe third? But it's a very close thing. She has just sat in my drawer ever since I prepped her on December 6 2023. Yeah. Long time coming.

I think she'll take two more layers. I need to darken her lips, finish her eyeshadow and lashes, brighten her irises (and make them more teal), darken her pupils, darken her brows with some more blue hairs, darken her body blush, do her face highlights with blue, and try to get that scale pattern on her forehead with netting... I don't know I have anything that will work, which is why I haven't tried it on the earlier layers, but we'll see if the mesh I use for wig caps is viable.

I've just started this doll and she's only one layer in, all colored pencil with no pastel (which I'm really proud of on the eyeshadow!), but I'm super excited for her because she's the other contender for my second design after Rum. You can tell because I designed her clothes and did not yet know I hate making them. She's kind of meant to be my "mascot" since I didn't want to make a mini-me doll. Idk, maybe eventually I'll make or modify a little lolita look for her, but her inspo is lemons, strawberry lemonade, lolita, and decora. I didn't feel like drawing all the stuff in her hair so I just did the two barrettes and plan to get a bunch of beads at some point to do it. Right now, I'm only worrying about her faceup. Her wig will come whenever I can afford to get the materials for it, and clothes are indefinitely postponed. I'm undecided on how to do her brows without the wig/fiber though. I might need to make it pink just to make sure it doesn't clash, we'll see.