#( thread w/ frankie. )

[yuungmenace]

@murdcrofcrows ft. frankie giroux

location; the faceless ship, 4th level balcony this is the first time donovan’s ever been on a ship, and despite its size he feels oddly like an animal trapped within a cage. perhaps it’s because ultimately, there is no where to go; if things go south at any point, where should the dog run to? it has already been confined and accepted such a fate when it agreed to board the boat itself. that’s why he spends so much time on the decks, overlooking the ocean waves only illuminated by the light of the ship itself, crashing against the steel titan in an endless battle, as if to topple it. at least if something bad does happen, he dies outside amongst the stars, and not trapped in a sardine tin. It might not do, everything might go swimmingly, donnie might not even murder someone this time around, exhaling a slow cloud of smoke from the cigarette that hangs within his mouth. despite it being full of people in masks who seem to be thrilled at the sudden anonymity, donnie cannot help but feel oddly isolated amongst them all. it's a strange feeling for the man who surrounds himself with others, who always has someone to chat to whether that be person or canine. for once, the cup is truly half empty, rather than being half full. not even drink, nor the rush of nicotine can quell such an odd feeling that’s been building the moment he arrived onboard. he feels stuck out, unable to find a familiar face, someone to relate to, a friend. he cannot stay with aranya all evening, there are so many that command her attention, and, after all, he is just the pet. “you know what the worst thing about all this is?” donovan asks a woman nearby with a shock of red hair. “i can’t swim. one odd rock of the boat and i’m a goner,”

[drugstoreglitter]

location :   uncle joe’s crab shack, fort lauderdale, florida.

featuring :    FRANKALLIE !!!!! but it’s an au in which they’ve never met

for :    @gallagherisms​

       it’s a red-hot florida summer, tide low, coast sandy, and the temperature’s already pushing ninety. saturday was meant to be her day of rest and relaxation in a rare week off from the yachting season, but so far all she seems to do is pick up the slack left by her brothers. she should be out in the van, tearing down the highway with dolly blaring from her tinny speaker, flowers in her hair and incense hanging from the mirror. she could even be tanning on an aft deck off the adriatic coast right now, a shammy in her hand and the sun on her back, had she booked on for another week of work rather than taking a so-called ‘holiday’. instead, she’s trapped inside uncle joe’s crab shack covering for leo while he plays hooky to nail some chick from arizona, because technically she owes him one, and when a castro makes a promise they take that shit to their grave. but fuck if she doesn’t wish she were someone else right now. take that cute curly-haired chick with the killer smile, for example — probably a holiday maker, sat with a bunch of other fresh faces, laughing at kai who runs the whiskey cove paddle board tours — looks like she’s having the time of her life, a stress-free existence, where all she probably has to worry about is what colour bikini to wear and whether or not she’s gonna let kai get the home run tonight. why do girls like that always end up with douchebags like kai. it’s fucking unfair. still, frankie’s trying to be a force of positivity, live laugh love in the moment and remind herself of everything there is to be grateful for, but it’s hard when it’s hot enough that it feels like sweat drips from the ceiling like stalactites, and her supposed ‘break’ has been pushed back so many times that she’ll likely have to go without. whatever. four’s only like, an hour away. she can manage ‘til then.

      can you check on table fifteen, it’s the big one with the out-of-townies, kelly’s asking her, loading frankie with another two plates before she can leave the kitchen, wince bitten in by her teeth. feels like being a stewardess all over again, but there’s a reason she’d made the switch to deck crew. she’s not good at saving face and sucking back how she really feels when faced with opposition. she can’t just lie back and think of england, never had a mother who stuck around long enough to teach her the secret handshake that held the code to being a girl.  “ can’t you just get bodhi to do it ?  i’m already covering, like, five tables, and those guys look super picky. ”  kai’s always asking for like, the weirdest thing on the menu, and then adding on a load of vegan, gluten-free, soy-free extras, as if he wants you to fuck up his order so he can write you a bad review on tripadvisor. the only thing worse than working when you’re supposed to be on holiday is serving people your age who are actually out having fun.  “ fine, whatever. i can get their drinks orders. but then i gotta take my fifteen minutes. let me just run these lobsters over to table twelve. ”  

      somewhere in the short commute, the instructions get lost in translation, frankie instead standing before the HBO remake of forgetting sarah marshall at table fifteen, all of them fresh from the surf and smelling of saltwater.  “ two surf ‘n’ turfs ? ”  frankie asks, ignored at first, then clears her throat, asks for the second time, cutting through the conversation a little more coarsely.   “ anybody order these surf ‘n’ turfs ? ”   these plates are fucking hot. her eyes are kinda pleading with the curly girl on the end, and it’s only when she feels a tap against her back and a child’s voice that says, uh, i think those are ours...  that frankie realises her mistake.  “ balls. ”  embarrassed, she whips around on her heel with such a voracity that there’s no time to slow her roll, and there’s a body where an empty space is meant to be, an edgar wright smash cut to something wholly unexpected, like that scene where regina gets totalled by a bus. she smacks straight into bodhi, now outfitted in the contents of his two seafood platters, her own spread of steak and lobster flying into the customer behind her’s lap, too startled to even hear the gasps of the hawaii five-o extras or the kid that’s covered in chowder. prawns hanging from her uniform, frankie turns back to the to the customer ; a lobster now sits like a cat in her lap and beef dripping clings to her shirt.  “ holy fuck... i am so sorry. like, you have no idea. ”  kelly’s gonna put her fucking head on a roasted halloumi and vegetable skewer. cautiously, frankie plucks the lobster from her lap. in her head, he grows an animated mouth, tells her cheer up, kid, it might never happen. well it fucking has happened. the most ridiculing moment of her life, thus far.  “ please don’t tell my boss, i’m not even meant to be working today, i’m just covering for my stupid... jesus, why am i saying this ? you don’t care about my idiot brother. ”  foot in mouth disease. sighing, frankie drops down, and begins plucking the fragments of plate from the floor where the sad steak sits in a pool of it’s own trimmings.  “ um, i can like... cover your meal ? ”  she says, her eyes scanning back up to the surfer chick covered in surf ‘n’ turf, the full florida experience.  “ or your drinks, if you’re just drinking. ” though it’ll probably cost her the entire day’s pay check with the shit they’ve been drinking. it’s like margaritaville on crack.  “ look... can you just... tell me how i can make this up to you ?  because if i don’t then i’m not gonna sleep tonight. i’ll just keep seeing your face and bolting upright in bed like that rigged little dummy kid in monsters university, y’know. ”

[muralmxse]

Abbey hummed to herself, satisfied. The demon prince put up one hell of a race. Deuce and Clawd high fived Damien as Ghoulia did her own little cute fist in the air.

Needless to say, the next match was going to be interesting...

And did the match come!

They were in a fierce race against the werewolves of Crescent Moon High! Once they win this match, they would be able to make the finals.

Of course, the werewolves were not fucking around.

Clawd and Frankie were trailing behind, the coach on Damien's six to keep an eye out. The wolves were fighting tooth and nail to get any advantage. It was when they approach the pool where once of them made the trick of tripping Frankie to dive in!

The poor simulacrum ghoul was swimming to get out, but unfortunately kept shocking the poor kraken underneath.

       ❝ Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! ❞

Clawd growled at what he saw as the werewolf ghoul and manster had the audacity to high five before trying to speed ahead!

       ❝ C'mon! We gotta catch 'em! ❞

@w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l

"Hell yeah, thanks kiddo," Damien replied to the young yeti's praise, enjoying the compliments from kids he simply assumed were the cool kids based solely on the vibes they put out.

He put the key into his pocket, still convinced that he was doing these kids one hell of a favor that would look so good when he reported back to the dean back at Spooky University. Surely they'd be really into the fact that he saved a school team from Monster High from going under due to low signups. "That means you all can keep this thing up, happy to help the next generation have the time and resources to build elaborate torture-adjacent mazes.

[stone-stars]

songs in c3e68: dearly departed (timestamps from the ad-free version. does not include the generic combat music. “a wizard’s tournament” is the recap song.)

Langston - 7:34

Unknown Tome - 9:51

Conspiracy in the Clouds - 11:38

The Red Fen - 12:53

Montgomery Manor - 14:28

Shadowfell - 16:07

Two for Tea - 18:53

Shock at the Dock - 21:36

royalty free metal song - 22:03

Mothership Lobby - 37:22 and 40:23

Frankie Vantasmo - 43:16

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 45:09 and 46:43

Soul Coins/Deal with a Devil - 48:02

In the Dark of Dusk - 49:59

Melora's Boon - 54:10

The Feywild - 57:47

The Titan of Air - 1:00:52 and 1:04:13

Sea Beast - 1:06:45

When You Wish Upon a Stone - 1:12:12

The Multiverse - 1:14:21

The Feywild - 1:15:25

The Red Fen - 1:16:46

Into the Planar Pool - 1:22:05

Spearmint & Tea Leaves - 1:24:07

A Fairy Remembers - 1:27:33

Kingshammer - 1:28:50

A Fairy Remembers - 1:31:49

Kingshammer - 1:34:24

Bahumia Theme - 1:36:44

context for each song + notes under the cut!

Langston - 7:34 - Sinking into the water / Initiative / Waking up

Unknown Tome - 9:51 - Calder realizes they're tied to tables

Conspiracy in the Clouds - 11:38 - Callie tries to cast a spell

The Red Fen - 12:53 - Callie starts screaming / Duck Team chaos

Montgomery Manor - 14:28 - Aristocrat vampires show up

Shadowfell - 16:07 - Baron Stunch introduces himself

Two for Tea - 18:53 - Baron Stunch asks how to celebrate them / Suggests eating them for weeks

Shock at the Dock - 21:36 - Baron suggests a "compromise" (goes to eat Sol)

royalty free metal song - 22:03 - Duck Team are rescued w/ a fireball from Albin

Mothership Lobby - 37:22 - Albin leads them into Ma Goblin's ship

Mothership Lobby - 40:23 - Talking to Ma about the magic cuffs and the Shadowfell

Frankie Vantasmo - 43:16 - Articles about Jovyre, Cyrilla, and Cyra in the time Duck Team were out

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 45:09 - News of Cyra and of Jovyre's PR spin

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 46:43 - Jovyre's spin on Duck Team

Soul Coins/Deal with a Devil - 48:02 - Independent news about Jovyre (opposition to her stories)

In the Dark of Dusk - 49:59 - Dissenting voices against Jovyre

Melora's Boon - 54:10 - Callie worrying about Cyra / Talking about how to help her

The Feywild - 57:47 - Flying over Shadowfell and entering the rift / Garrosh's castle

The Titan of Air - 1:00:52 - Entering Garrosh's castle

The Titan of Air - 1:04:13 - Getting down to strategizing with Garrosh / Laying out Jovyre's current position and armies

Sea Beast - 1:06:45 - Garrosh lays out their allies

When You Wish Upon a Stone - 1:12:12 - Garrosh says they'll need help from the serpents

The Multiverse - 1:14:21 - Sol meditates to bring them to the beastlands

The Feywild - 1:15:25 - Sunflower pops up to bring them to the beastlands

The Red Fen - 1:16:46 - Duck Team, Albin, and the Sunflower squabbling

Into the Planar Pool - 1:22:05 - Oberon tells Callie to plead her case to the Serpent Queen

Spearmint & Tea Leaves - 1:24:07 - Callie appeals to the Serpent Queen

A Fairy Remembers - 1:27:33 - Callie asks if she can ask Licorice + Honeysuckle to help

Kingshammer - 1:28:50 - Duck Team agree to have their souls bound to the serpents

A Fairy Remembers - 1:31:49 - Sol binds to Licorice

Kingshammer - 1:34:24 - Calder binds to Honeysuckle

Bahumia Theme - 1:36:44 - Callie binds to Marigold

Notes: "Melora's Boon" is credited as "The Fabric of Fate" / "When You Wish Upon a Stone" is credited as "Alanis" "The Feywild" is called "Fantastic & Fuddling" in c1 but the name for that particular song has changed so much i'm using "The Feywild" here.

[facefullabugz]

Hello Bugs, I'm sorry to bother you but I wish to let you and Frankie know about this film and artist.

Her name is Christiane Cegavske and she's a phenomenally ethereal multi media artist who has a deep history with stop motion/doll making. (I found out about her work through a video In Praise of Shadows made and thought you two might want to see her work)

She can be found on either Instagram or Youtube under the same name. One of her films Blood Tea and Red String has a trailer up there and is a film that's been worked on solely for 13 years.

ah, that's it (runs away)

Hey! I forgot to reply to this- this is really cool! I liked the physicality of her work (the jailed figure w the thread bars + the spider wrapping up the figure w thread from that exhibition was REALLY cool) Thank you! :)

[yuungmenace]

personally, donnie thought that standing around talking about it yielded little results - the longer it was left, the weaker the gang looked. there needed to be hard strike action now, surely, a target, something or someone confirmed to be involved with those that nicked their stuff.

there were papers, pictures from cameras, reems of data regarding where the stock was going, to what channels it was going through and most of it made very little sense to donovan who saw himself as a gun that simply needed to be placed in the correct direction and fired. there was a reason he hadn't made capo yet!

while others talked, he made his move, a confidence that only someone with a sure plan could have - right? "frankie, none of this shit means anything to me," he stated. "gimmie somethin'. an address, a name, let me get out there and make them pay!"

who: closed for white crocodile members

where: ralph's boxing gym after hours

leaning against the wall in the back, frankie stayed still beyond an occasional pull from the vape ( that she hates ) and big, smokey lined green eyes moving around the room as everyone got there. she wasn't the person who took the lead at these things normally. frankie tended to jump in when there was a conflict that needed to be resolved or a problem that needed solving. that's where she saw her strengths residing along with a one on one level. this attack she took a bit more personal than other things and she wanted to start things off.

"alright listen up!" she barked in a hoarse voice. "i don't know which one of you ass splinters dropped the ball on this one and i don't care right now. we have a big problem." frankies hands moved when she spoke, accentuating everything she said. "what if they get my prototypes next time, or our personal arsenal? they'll have the upper hand and i don't know about yous but i am going to go nuclear if other people start making my shit." because she sure as hell didn't spend all that time in the lab for someone to steal her creations and ideas. "so tonight, we're all scientists here. we're going to look at the big picture and get all the data, then narrow it down from there." frankie nodded waiting for responding nods to see that they understood what she was saying. "i don't like shouting over people and i sure as fuck don't want you all talking to me at once, so talk amongst yourselves - work together and come talk to me one or two at a time with what you know, what you've heard, and what you think you can do to help going forward." she pointed to a chair off to the side where she planned to be sitting. "i'll be over there. at the end of tonight i want to have a solid set of feasible plans to get final approval on."

she took her seat, placed near an open window on purpose so she could have smoke and have it ventilated. "oy vey, alright - what do you got for me?"

[absolutesort]

date :  day thirty-one / night, like, 11pm ish  / post-callie.

location :   outside, day beds. everyone is getting ready for bed !!

featuring :   miles  /   @heatwayve​

         there’s something manic and off about frankie’s energy, a jittery restlessness that has her eyes seemingly cut from another face, peepholes behind a portrait. after her fight with callie, she’d swung by the gym, slung on her wraps, and landed several hundred hits on the heavy bag in an attempt to counteract the fact that she’d spent the last half hour feeling like callie’s personal punching bag. she might have stayed there all night, had the producers not sent someone in to tell her to go to sleep, because sluggish frankie isn’t good tv. she feels like a cog in a machine, like they’re all doing this to fuck with her. at this point, she’d be willing to believe all of them are in on some villa-wide conspiracy to make her act like a crazy person — even miles could be in on it !  no. not miles. he might be the only person she trusts right now. she isn’t sure what the time is when she finds him, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy, but she hardly gives him time to notice, pulling her shirt — his shirt — up over her head and diving into his lap to meet his mouth in a kiss that’s as desperate as she is frantic. she must’ve changed out of her dress and into his football kit after the fight with callie, although she doesn’t remember doing it. probably just wanted something that smelled like him before she could face actually being around him without feeling like she was sucking him into a black hole of baggage. if it wasn’t miles, you would’ve brought home someone else. her hands are balling in his shirt — the one he’s wearing, not the one of his she’s just discarded — to tug it up over his head, hands pushing him back against the mattress as she kisses down his neck, over his sternum. she’s halfway across his stomach, her hand on his waistband, when a juddering sigh breaks out of her mouth. fuck. she’s doing it again ; diving headfirst into something without thinking about the consequences. it’s self-serving and cruel and she doesn’t want the first time they fuck to be because callie drove her to it. it isn’t fair to use miles as a distraction from the shit she’s feeling. it isn’t fair to expect him to just put out so she can feel less crap. her face is still pressed against his bellybutton when she turns her gaze up to him, the rise and fall of her chest growing more pronounced with every breath.  “ miles, ”  she starts, warily, a vulnerable edge to her voice.  “ do you think i’m a cunty person ? ”

[jikangai-a]

i hold up my dr stone muses desperately

[prolix-yuy]

OKAY so the SW!Frankie headcanon: 'wildflowers' by the wailin' jennys (tom petty folk cover). Frankie and the reader go out to a local jazz/folk music festival and they spend the day with the boys. that song in the air as they enjoy the festival booths w/ fluffy+flirty Frankie date goodness. tan hands holding a beer or throwing a baseball to win a prize. midday buzz and funnel cake kisses. an after party chilling in a backyard, sun-warmed skin heavy petting after the ride home. the perfect day ~

I love this, it's exactly the kind of date Frankie would plan himself without telling Ms Jackson. The boys would help out a bit - Will would suggest the festival, Santi would wiggle his eyebrows at Frankie, Benny would offer to drive the boys in a separate car so Frankie could have some alone time with Ms J. I imagine this to be a bit early in their relationship, after the events of Something More but before Rosalie.

Festival Frankie Headcanons

Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson"

Warnings: Way too much cuteness, this is sugary sweet and I make no excuses, brief reference to sexual acts. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

You're taken aback at the recommendation - you just met the boys and Frankie already wants to take you on a group date?

But you did have a really fun time, and you hadn't been to a music festival in ages.

The weather is nice, you feel light and carefree.

You say yes.

Frankie picks you up in his truck and the drive there is punctuated with chatter about fairs and music and Frankie's hand heavy and soft on your knee.

He brushes his fingers along the inside of your thigh a few times and glances at you to see if you fluster.

You do, often, but his smile tells you he likes it.

The parking lot is dusty and packed, but Frankie parks like a champ, one arm over the back of the bench seat so he can turn his head to back into a spot.

The tantalizing stretch of his neck teases you to kiss it when he puts the truck in park.

The boys tease him when you show up fifteen minutes late, his hair a little messier than usual and your smile sheepish.

"Like a couple of teenagers," Santi huffs with no venom in his voice, slinging his arm around you as you enter the festival grounds.

Music lilts in the air, plucked strings and soaring vocals too far to make out but lending enough to the atmosphere that you're practically bouncing.

The boys stay clustered around long enough to get something to eat, a round of beers and lemonades circling the picnic table.

Frankie holds your hand under the tablecloth, fingers still sticky with residual sauce and sugar.

Will peels off first to get a good seat at the amphitheater, Benny catching wind of some cute girls trying their hand at a ring toss and ditching soon after.

Santi catches Frankie's eye and busies himself at a candle stand while you wander away slowly, winking at you when he ducks out of sight.

You meander with little more purpose than to enjoy the day, sharing bits of memories and thoughts about the vendors and booths lining the main thoroughfare.

Before you can even yearn for it, Frankie takes your hand and threads your fingers together, his large ones spreading your knuckles and stretching your palm.

He sneaks a shy smile, adjusting his cap to pull a little lower on his forehead.

God, you want to kiss him every moment you get with him.

And you do, even if it means stopping in the middle of the path and making people part around you.

Nothing could stop you from showing him how full he makes your heart.

When you catch him eyeing a shooting game, you pull a fake coo at a prize hanging in the booth, Frankie's face lighting up and pulling you along.

You could care less about the unfortunate stuffed creature, but seeing Frankie preen a little at inspecting the toy rifle, scoffing at how poor the aim is, makes your heart flutter.

"Okay, hotshot, see if you can beat it."

"Oh that's doubtful, but I'll give it my best."

His wink titillates you as muscle memory and shocking precision has him lining up his shot.

Whiff! A miss to judge how bad the aim is.

Then ping ping ping!

You're walking away with some small stuffed silliness and Frankie's proud strut.

You're also more than a little turned on, but trying like hell to calm down.

Offering to buy him some fried dough for his troubles, you grab a bench and take turns pulling pieces off and licking sugar from your fingers.

"We're not going to make it to the evening show at this rate."

You barely make it through the confection before Frankie is tugging you closer to the amphitheater, gilded caramel curls bouncing as the sun dips into the horizon.

He leads you away from the main path, behind the booths where only a few vendors are walking past.

When his arms circle you, one hand cradling the back of your neck, you melt into his embrace.

He kisses you without preamble, licking into your sweet mouth with playful passion, a smile tugging at his lips.

Time passes, marked by the fade of light from golden to orange to indigo as Frankie lets his hands roam slowly over your back, the curve of your ass, a thumb tracing your jaw.

His mouth leaves dizzying trails along your neck, behind your ear, chaste murmurings swelling inside you.

"Beautiful girl, I'm so gone for you."

Your own hands skim his chest, his cheeks, the dimples you're proud to pull out.

"Love you, Francisco."

He mouths his own devotions back into your skin.

You are thankfully on time to the show, Will's blanket well stocked with beers and snacks and camping chairs to tamp down the edges.

Benny's stretched out and crunching on pretzels, the last licks of sun sweeping through his light locks.

Santi's cracking open beers for you, the glow of a camping lantern carving out his curls and cheekbones like a marble statue.

Will's quietly watching the band set up, throwing you a wave as he reclines in a state of relaxation you haven't yet seen.

You and Frankie settle your chairs side by side, hands held close between you as music starts to fill the air.

It's loud enough that conversation is tough, but everyone seems satisfied to enjoy the bubble of contentment.

You hand out the next round during a break in the set, and Santi's pointed glance between you and Frankie elicits a nod.

He's beaming in your direction for at least another song.

When the band peters off and the applause fades the boys gather up the supplies, colder air starting to bite at your nose.

Genial hugs as you part ways warm you more than your trusty jacket.

Did they adopt you that quickly?

After turning on the car, Frankie rubs your air-chilled noses together and steals a headier kiss, more desperate and greedy than the ones he'd plied you with earlier.

"Can I take you home?"

Would you ever say no to that?

Abandoning his truck in your driveway, you also abandon your stuffed winnings on the seat.

Frankie finds it the next morning, wearing yesterday's clothes and your scent on his skin.

He smiles at it, how pathetically ugly-cute it is, before tucking it in the door storage pocket.

He forgets about it mostly, but every now and then it'll catch his eye and make him smile.

Just like you.

END

[plantfeed]

frankie doesn’t want kids. it’s a thought that’s been skittering around her brain like a rabid hamster in a wheel for the past two hours. frankie’s four and half years older. when lo’s his age, he’ll be thirty-three, so maybe he’ll have changed his mind by then? maybe she’ll have changed hers. she could always freeze her eggs, in case she marries frankie and they’re together for ten years, and then they dump her for someone younger and hotter with a brazilian butt lift and a sexy portuguese accent and by that time her ovaries are all shrivelled up like forgotten satsumas in the bottom of a fruit bowl. why is she thinking so much about kids? forget about the kids! at least they both have their health. it’s frankie’s birthday, and it’s a secret, and her lips feel so tight with the pressure to keep her tongue inside of her mouth and in the same breath swallow it completely. it’s his birthday, and tonight she will kiss every inch of frankie’s skin until her mouth gets numb with it, and there isn’t a single inch of him she hasn’t laid claim over. lo feels like she knows frankie intimately, in her bones, like the two of them were cut from the same star. sometimes she’s so totally overwhelmed by what they say, and their original slant on the world, and their way of phrasing sentences in a way she’d never have thought of. other times, she feels like she can predict what they’re going to say before they even think it. this is one of them. the second the words break from his lips lo’s shoving her hand over his mouth, keeping it closed, her eyes slamming shut. “don’t.” for a second, lo can’t even breathe, just sits there, fingers over his mouth, allowing the words to wash over her. they’re words she’s imagined herself hearing so many times, perhaps at the top of the grand canyon, or on a cruise ship, or in bed with a faceless lover. instead, she’s hearing them at a lasagna party, and she’s struck with how simple it is, how perfect. the warmth she feels for frankie bubbles up out of her chest and consumes her. she softens, thumb sliding over his lower lip. his beautiful mouth. “don’t say that unless you really mean it, frankie.” because otherwise she’ll start to believe it, and that’ll only make it harder when he leaves, because they always leave. when she thinks of love, she pictures a shadow with a suitcase in its hand.

a pang sounds along the violin string of anxiety that sits inside of her chest. dom’s here. did he hear it? would he even care? should he care? the last time she’d ever loved someone, it was dom, even if she’d never said it in so many words. she turns her focus back to frankie. only seconds previous, lo had been sat on their lap, side-saddle, discussing UTI’s and IUD’s and the benefits of period sex with fryda. now, that conversation’s completely forgotten, head whipping round like the red-light-green-light doll in squid game, one leg swinging over frankie’s lap to turn herself totally in on them. there’s the clamour of plates and conversation around them, and half-eaten lasagna, and it’s far from the intimate, candle-lit affair overlooking the eiffel tower she imagined, except it’s perfect, because it’s them, and today is frankie’s birthday, and he’s surrounded by people who love him, and yet he only has eyes for her. he loves her. “don’t say it unless you mean it. because i mean it.” still she struggles to form the words. her mouth meets frankie’s, peppering it with sharp little woodpecker kisses. one hand slides up into their hair, an anchor point, lips carving their way across their jaw, her other hand travelling south, over their shirt, down to their belt. she should probably calm down, but her more base instincts aren’t above fucking him at the dinner table. there’s a deep-seated urge to please him in any way she can. in every way she can, her rabbit heart thrumming like it’s sprinting for it’s life, wolves gnashing at the tip of it’s cotton-tailed edges. “do you mean it? do you really really mean it?” she so badly wants for frankie to mean it. please mean it.

for: @plantfeed location: piper's lasagna party (????)

Despite having her right in their lap, Frankie felt miles away from Lo. It wasn’t her fault - they regularly felt as if they were floating outside of themselves on a regular basis, she was just a part of the… fantasy. Their text conversation earlier had popped the shiny pink bubble they’d been living in together - it’d done nothing to dampen Frankie’s feelings, but doubt crept in and latched on like a leech. All night he snuck glances at Lo, wondering if she was about to finally say she was tired of him, never saw them going anywhere, wanting a kid now or for him to hit the road. She always said all the right things, there was no reason for the panic, but it ate at Frankie anyway. “I love you.” There was a conversation about how painful IUD insertions were on their left and the world’s most awkward date happening on their right. A half-eaten lukewarm plate of lasagna shared between the two of them on the table in front of them. It was the worst time and worst place to tell someone they loved them for the first time, but it’d slipped out with ease. “A lot. Just thought you should know.”

[pedropascalsx]

NUMBER ONE FOR THE SOFT SMUT PROMPTS LIST WITH FRANKIE PLEASEEEEEE I WILL LOVE U FOREVER (i already do but still)

LAUREN MY LOVE. I hope you like this. It’s really cheesy but I tried!

W/C: 571.

Frankie Morales x F! reader (no name, no physical descriptions)

Warnings: None. This is pure fluff. *NOT BETA’D*

Prompt: taking a rain walk.

You felt a shiver rip through you as he gently guided you to the table and balanced both of your wine glasses in one hand. Somehow managing to keep them steady after threading the glass stems between his fingers.

It fell harder as the waiter brought out your appetisers. You didn’t notice. He asked you questions about your day and placed his hand over the top of yours. Another shiver ran through you as he picked it up and bought it to his lips, peppering your soft skin with gentle kisses as you told him a story about your old dance teacher, that you had never shared with him before. Your eyes welling up as you recounted fond memories from your youth.

You didn’t notice the sound of roaring thunder temporarily silencing the rainfall as he threw his head back laughing at a memory from your first date. He had asked your full name after telling you his and you’d responded with your first name and his last. A large grin spread across his face as your cheeks began to glow bright pink as you realised your mistake. He had responded with “one day” before pulling you in for your first kiss… your drinks hadn’t even arrived at that point.


He was smitten from that very first day.

Dessert had arrived and so had the lightening, you didn’t notice the only flashes of light catching your eye were sparkles from the ring that had been carefully placed on top of the shared dessert he had ordered for you.

He dropped to one knee and asked you the question, he’d promised you on that very first date. The restaurant erupted with applause as you screeched out an embarrassingly loud yes, the weather being drowned out by clapping and the sounds of ‘i love you’ being whispered back and forth between you both.

He walked outside first holding the door open as you stared down at his beloved grandmothers ring sitting perfectly around your finger, you didn’t notice that his curls had sprung up and started drip with droplets of rain. You took a step outside into the rain with him but you didn’t notice it, all you could see and feel in that moment was him. Your mouth found his as you stood in the front of the restaurant, his mustache tickling you as he licked into your mouth with fervour. Breathing each other in with every inhale and exhale.

You only noticed when he pulled away, his fingers lacing between yours as he started to pull you down the street, the cool rain soaking through your dress instantly as you made your way home.

The need to rush was nonexistent, his arms pulling you into the eternal warmth of his body as you took the familiar trek.

It should have taken ten minutes. But he couldn’t stop pulling you in for kisses, he couldn’t fight the urges to stop walking just to stare down lovingly at the face that had made him the happiest man in the world; before bringing you for even more kisses.

He didn’t notice the tears of happiness that had streamed down your face alongside the raindrops.

It was the best walk you’d ever taken in your life.

[thefatiguedfatale]

On Nights Like This

Robin/Frobin

Angst/comfort

Word Count: 0.5k

Warnings: PTSD

Link to Ao3

Summary: Robin remembers.

A/N: Hi hello, I wrote a small Frobin fic because I love both of them w all my heart and they belong together.

It was cold on this night. The waves that pounded against the Sunny would violently rock the gargantuan ship from time to time. This was normal on the Grand Line. Everyone knew that. It was common knowledge that farther you get across, the rougher and more heinous the weather could and would be. At this point all of the straw hats were used to this type of disarray. All were sleeping soundly in the chaos that surrounded them. All except one.

On nights like these, the frigid cold seeps into Robin’s skin, sinks itself into the threads of her muscles and sets itself deep into her bones.

It refused to let her sleep. Her eyes refused to close, despite her desperate pleas. At some point she is finally able to keep them closed for longer than a few moments. However, even then, the coldness uses her loss of vision to spread itself out even farther. It set into her spine, from the back of her neck, to the bottom of her tail bone. Her back curved with the fear of an animal being hunted for sport. Her eyes are opened once more, staring at the bedroom door, waiting for the hunt to begin once again.

On nights like these, she remembered the silent prayers she sent out as a little girl to whatever god was out there, regardless of if they existed. Someone out there must be able to hear her tears fall. Before she knows it, her lips are moving with a familiar ferocity. She slowly and silently covers her mouth with a quivering hand. 

However, nights like these never last long. As she stares wide open at the door of her room, the gentle snores beside her pull her back to the present. She lets the rhythm soften the pounding in her chest. She lets go of the breath that she didn’t know she was holding. 

You're safe. You're home. 

Robin turns in her bed to look at Franky sleeping calmly beside her. His chest rises and falls with every even breath he takes. She puts a hand on his chest holding onto the rise and fall like an anchor. His chest is cold, but this cold is different. Much different than the one that coursed through her. 

This cold feels like the first snowfall of winter. This cold feels like the first dip in the water on the first warm day of the year. This cold feels like the rainfall that breaks the disastrous heat. 

On nights like these she remembers the cold in her spine, and the fear that it injects. But she also remembers the day where that fear leaked from her body. The day she looked out from Enies Lobby and watched her friends sacrifice themselves over and over and over, just for her. 

Her friends. 

Just the words sent a warmth through her body that melted away the cold so quickly she forgets that it was ever there. 

Franky turned in his sleep, draping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer into him.

On nights like these, even if the cold awakes her, the warmth she remembers lulls her back to sleep.

[penpursuiits]

outskirtsofeden replied to your post “I’m never going to say NPC again. Because the truth is they’re all...”

Yaaaaas give the side characters a story!! ����������

I’ve been giving alleged NPCs backstories since 2014. And even then...

Leroy??? He was a Boondocks OC I made when I was a kid. Just aged up and revamped. Better characterized.

Louis???? A Bioshock OC. Started out as a NPC but grew on me. Aged up and altered here and there to be Sheila’s pops. Dinah?? that’s p much Bioshock / the original Minnie too. 

Greg??? Dude who was meant to be her co-worker but ultimately had a presence that didn’t rely on Sheila.

[luminarily]

Mmario's lace patterns (eg lobster quadrille, and a bunch of very bookishly named patterns) are all free; joansgarden has some very cool animal themed stuff going on; frivolite handcrafts has some really nice double knit patterns; elfmoda has this epic maple leaf shawl; we love svetlana gordon; virginia catherall did this series of tree bark inspired scarves; lynne and douglas barr have patterns for intarsia landscape sweaters; the fallen shawl from kyle vey is another literal leaf; the duck hat slays absolute penis; emma bermudez makes patterns for socks that look like an animal is eating your feet; my favourite hat is a capuchine; phrygia is one of many hats that are pointy at the top like a pixie hat; anne holtegard does these complex ass shawl charts; i feel like we gotta mention halibut sweater for its popularity; hunt hand knits did the really epic dinosaur bones shirt; fish hat is an obligatory W; any of the gingko shawls is super cool; gone fishing and la ronde de poissons shawls are both in my queue; goldfish mittens would go great with the aforementioned fish hat; great horn rimmed owl vest is possibly right up your alley, and so is mushroom forager bag; if you're not afraid to spend $20 on a whimsical recipe then go for jane thornley; kieran foley is an obsession of mine; i have purchased multiple patterns from picklespatterns' 30% off sales; frankie brown has this niche of ten stitch scarf type things and flourishes in it; limberlost luna moth is a shawl with a literal luna moth on it; i suspect NEK colorwheel shawl deserves a shoutout; night owl is a shawl/scarf i'm spinning yarn for; knitovation stitch dictionary has charts for really cute patterns and creatures you can implement in other knits; photography shawl is a 3d knit and on that note, rastus hsu focuses on origami knits; add scarfish to the fish themed knits i got on here; celestarium is pretty cool especially if you do beads; swing geckos is cute; trembling aspen has awesome leaves in yarn overs; tree peonies has my heart; trout mittens and cape koi are even more fish themed stuff; vincent cuff goes hard on the starry night themed beading; vino oniv is some trippy square patterns; yak sweater is what it says on the tin; wings of peace and wings for nightbird get to be grouped together, and same with bat cape and wananana bat shawl but that's all what i like. You need to:

1. Go on rav forums and search for threads where people suggest cool patterns

2. Search by pattern and filter by things like "most favourites" and "most happy with"

3. When you find a really cool thing, stalk the maker's notebook. Not just the pattern designer. I mean the guy who knit it. Chances are you have the same taste.

After scrolling through a bajillion pages of the current fad for greige 10 mohairs held together plain sweaters, I have finally found a designer worth buying patterns from! If only they had this scale pattern on a sweater!

[stone-stars]

songs in c3e66: wavemother (timestamps from the ad-free version. does not include the generic combat music. “a wizard’s tournament” is the recap song.)

Henry Hogfish - 7:34

Sea Beast - 9:41

Henry's House - 15:36 and 18:28

Ode to the Archipelago - 21:07 and 22:10

A Fairy Remembers - 26:33

Irondeep - 33:30 and 35:15

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 38:26

string chords - 41:38

Tsunare - 43:04 and 48:03

The Inkling Syndicate - 53:08, 54:23, and 55:08

The Hexblood Centurions - 56:28

Tsunare - 59:59

Henry Hogfish - 1:04:15

Frankie Vantasmo - 1:08:40

In the Dark of Dusk - 1:10:17

Dopplegangers - 1:13:39 and 1:15:53

Rousel - 1:17:52

Gunvar - 1:18:47

Frankie Vantasmo - 1:20:48

The Multiverse - 1:22:21

Tsunare - 1:25:25

Henry's House - 1:26:35

In the Dark of Dusk - 1:31:24 and 1:31:57

The Inkling Syndicate - 1:33:05

Frankie Vantasmo - 1:36:08

The Fairy - 1:36:49

Rousel - 1:41:27

In the Dark of Dusk - 1:42:56

Haunting Visages - 1:44:58

In the Dark of Dusk - 1:52:09

A Friend for Life - 1:54:50

The Prodigal Sister - 1:58:34

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 1:58:58

context for each song + notes under the cut!

Henry Hogfish - 7:34 - Zunark pulls out a bag of treasure

Sea Beast - 9:41 - Callie examines the treasure for things she recognizes (finds the lance with wave symbol)

Henry's House - 15:36 - Sol finds magic items for Kenna

Henry's House - 18:28 - Raiding the captain's mini bar

Ode to the Archipelago - 21:07 - Lazlow takes them towards the Archipelago

Ode to the Archipelago - 22:10 - Zunark explains how he and Lazlow met

A Fairy Remembers - 26:33 - Callie tells Zunark what her vision for the Feywild is

Irondeep - 33:30 and 35:15 - Reading the plans for the summit

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 38:26 - Discussing Jovyre's plan + Cyra's static fate

string chords - 41:38 - Seeing destroyed triton vehicles in the water

Tsunare - 43:04 - Merfolk knights on shark-back arrive (Sir Brinesplooge)

Tsunare - 48:03 - Descending into Akoralil's throne room

The Inkling Syndicate - 53:08 - Duck Team asks Akoralil for help / to make a deal with them

The Inkling Syndicate - 54:23 and 55:08 - Talking to and negotiating with Akoralil

The Hexblood Centurions - 56:28 - Akoralil shows them Bearlane leading automatons + Charbin marching w/ his army

Tsunare - 59:59 - Akoralil agrees to sleep on their suggestions

Henry Hogfish - 1:04:15 - Sir Brinesplooge takes them to their room / Trying to sus out which clam is a toilet

Frankie Vantasmo - 1:08:40 - Taking about Akoralil's plans and demands

In the Dark of Dusk - 1:10:17 - Wandering around and investigating Akoralil's past and the way her people regard her

Dopplegangers - 1:13:39 - "Worst case scenario" discussion (if they'll need to turn on Akoralil)

Dopplegangers - 1:15:53 - Talking to a random knight about if the sea can stay the same size

Rousel - 1:17:52 - Discussing Gunk becoming a knight of Akoralil

Gunvar - 1:18:47 - Triss 2 connects w/ the second Brinesplooge

Frankie Vantasmo - 1:20:48 - Discussing if they can ask Akoralil about Cyra

The Multiverse - 1:22:21 - Meditating (rolls) to recharge Galactic Swag divination

Tsunare - 1:25:25 - Akoralil heals Lazlow

Henry's House - 1:26:35 - Looking for a kitchen / discussing their demands

In the Dark of Dusk - 1:31:24 and 1:31:57 - Meeting w/ Akoralil to make their demands of each other

The Inkling Syndicate - 1:33:05 - Talking about High Ember Lord Charbin

Frankie Vantasmo - 1:36:08 - Continuing to negotiate with Akoralil

The Fairy - 1:36:49 - Callie lays out Duck Team's demands to Akoralil

Rousel - 1:41:27 - Letter to Gunk to drop out and come join them

In the Dark of Dusk - 1:42:56 - Akoralil tells them Cyra disappeared

Haunting Visages - 1:44:58 - Scrying on Cyra sitting alone in the Shadowfell

In the Dark of Dusk - 1:52:09 - Talking about leaving Zunark + Triss 2 behind

A Friend for Life - 1:54:50 - Triss 2 hugs Callie + says goodbye

The Prodigal Sister - 1:58:34 - Calder comforts Callie about facing Cyra / Callie hugs him

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 1:58:58 - Planeshift to Shadowfell

Notes: string chords at 41:38 appear to be royalty free (repeatedly used in episodes without credits) / "The Widow" is listed in the credits but is not used Different credits: "In the Dark of Dusk" is credited as "In the Dark of Dawn" / "The Inkling Syndicate" is credited as "The Entertainment District" Not listed in credits: Gunvar, The Multiverse New song: Ode to the Archipelago

[consequentson]

good things about today:

i don’t have to work

sinday is funday lbr

iconic oc returns to my dash (!!!)

also, lia exists and likes me for some reason (???)