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[far-from-fran]

This is very rough, but here's a preview of ch.6 of If Love is the Answer You're Home

“Okay!” Peri twirled his scepter with a grin. “Let's get started with the party planning! First things first, a theme. What are you thinking, Dev?”

“It has to be Prime Meridian themed,” Dev said. “Obviously.”

Peri rolled his eyes fondly. “Obviously.” He echoed. “Is this your favorite thing ever or something?” He teased.

“Yeah. Kinda.” Dev scowled softly. “I thought you knew that.” He muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets. 

Peri raised his brow, Why would he know? It’s not like Dev talks about it as much as Hazel does. Dev only seems to talk about it in secret. When it’s just him and Hazel. And Peri, Cosmo, and Wanda. But, that’s just because they’re godparents. They’re just around anyway, it’s nothing special. So why would Dev expect Peri to pay attention? A lightbulb went off in Peri’s mind. “Oh!” He smiled down at Dev. “You want me to poof up Duckworth for your party?” That got Dev’s scowl to disappear. Peri couldn’t help but chuckle at Dev’s surprised little face. “Duckwork! At my party?” Dev rubbed his hands together mischievously. “Would certainly beat Hazel going to the dance with Kennueth.” 

Peri narrowed his eyes and put his hands on his hips. “Dev.” He said disapprovingly.

Dev blushed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “And! She’d also just like to meet Duckworth. Of course.”

Peri tried to keep his disapproving glare, but failed. He sighed in fond exasperation and smiled softly. “Progress is progress.” He waved his wand and a large table with two chairs and a bunch of party planning supplies appeared. 

Dev climbed into the first chair, with a bit of a struggle, and slammed his hands onto the table. “This is going to be the best party ever!” He shouted, grinning from ear to ear.

“Alright, kid,” Peri hummed, plopping down into the chair next to Dev. “Balloons or streamers?” He flipped his wand between his fingers, and it transformed into a purple pen with a star on top.

“Uh, both, duh!” Dev replied with no heat to his words.

“Of course, why would I even ask?” Peri teased, writing down the instructions.

[far-from-fran]

"probably be about 5k words" Lmao! Ch. 4 is out now, and is at 7k words.

Fireworks and Butterflies

The next chapter of "If Love Is The Answer, You're Home" is slowly but surely coming along. It went through quite a few rewrites and scraped ideas, but it's about ¾ of the way done now and it's going to probably be about 5k words.

For now, here's a snippet for y'all to get hyped!

“Shit, shit, shit!” Timmy muttered as he hurriedly shoved dirty clothes under throw pillows. 

Tonight was his first date with Peri, and he didn’t exactly want the other man to see how he lived. It’s not like Timmy was planning to invite Peri in — he didn’t have a chance of getting that lucky tonight — so as long as the filth and grime was out of sight, Timmy figured it would be fine.

Once the dirty laundry was properly out of sight, Timmy moved on to the stacks of papers on his coffee table. He scooped them into his arms haphazardly, causing half of them to spill onto the floor. Timmy sighed and bent down to collect the wrinkled papers. It was quick work until he noticed how many of them were bills... And how many more of them were job rejection letters. And how most of them were about his failed comic pitches. 

His kitchen counter was clear, surprisingly, so he decided to stash his tower of rejection there for the night. Like most everything else, Timmy would deal with that tomorrow.

Tonight was about Peri.

“When was the last time I had a date?” Timmy chuckled and leaned against the sink. “Like, a real date?” He stopped, noting how high the stack of dishes in the sink had gotten. “Speaking of last times…” Timmy murmured, running a hand through his hair. 

The rest of his apartment was no better. Timmy had to admit it, he was a bit of a slob. That had always been the case. From the ages of about eleven to eighteen, however, he had… something that motivated him to clean up after himself. Not that he could remember what it was. 

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. “I’ll… I’ll clean the place this week! No problem-o! I’m just a little behind on my spring-cleaning, that’s all.” Timmy tried to reassure himself, but a nagging feeling of guilt tugged at his mind. He tapped his fingers against the counter top. “Maybe I’ll download one of those—” He scratched his head, trying to think of the word. “…Organizer apps. That might help.” Timmy took a deep breath and let his head fall back. “It’s gonna be okay, Turner. You’ve got a date with the hottest, funniest, nicest guy on the planet. Things are already starting to look up,” he reassured himself. 

And speak of the devil, no sooner had he lapsed back into silence than Timmy heard a knock on his front door. A grin inched its way across his face. 

He practically skipped over to the front door. Out of habit, Timmy peered through the peephole. Seeing Peri standing there on his doorstep made his heart soar. 

There was a mirror hanging over the little table where Timmy kept his keys and his wallet. He gazed at his reflection, appraising his appearance. His hair was suitably messy, his sweater wasn't stained, and his grin was anxious, but also excited. Timmy was so, so excited.

He rolled his neck and shook out his limbs. “Let’s do this,” he muttered, and Timmy opened the door.

[franollie]

Ghostpunk hcs if you can?Preferably with my Gwen(afrolatina)

to be perfectly honest i dont have a lot of spiderverse headcanons in general so i'm definitely not the person to go to for engaging with spiderverse stuff in a more fandom way? if that makes sense? idk with itsv and atsv i love dissecting and studying every little detail about the series instead of deconstructing or engaging in transformative fandom. i'm really really in love with the story that the writers and artists are telling, and i don't really have anything that i want to change (including the romantic relationships that have been implied in both movies i.e. ghostflower and petermj).

that being said, i feel bad just leaving this here so instead i'll use this as an opportunity to write about my thoughts on ghostpunk and share some old ghostpunk (and hobie) doodles and wips i'll probably never get around to finishing. this will probably be pretty lengthy!

overall, i don't see ghostpunk endgame at all, but thats mainly because i read them as exes. in the timeline that exists in my mind to fill in the gaps between itsv and atsv, gwen leaves her universe a little less than a year after the events of atsv (because we know that she was probably in the spider-society for about 6-8 months and we know that atsv takes place 1 year and 4 months after itsv). i like to think that one of the first people she met in the society was hobie. they were instant friends and started going on missions together pretty soon after their first meeting, BUT in my brain at this point Gwen isn't living with Hobie yet. they haven't known each other for very long and Gwen is definitely not the most trusting after everything she's experienced. realistically, Miguel has apartments/rooms where the spiders that can't go back to their dimensions for whatever reason can stay. but in my heart, Gwen spends her first few months living with Jess and learning from her. after about 3 months of joking around with Hobie and learning from Jess, Gwen starts to get more comfortable with the other spiders and she starts opening up.

AND THEN, she and Hobie go on a mission together. on this mission, Gwen is confronted with the "gwen stacy always dies" canon event, and she's not allowed to do anything about it but watch another version of herself die. that night is the first night she spends with Hobie in his dimension. Hobie gives her the couch and he sleeps on a futon next to her. Gwen has many panic attacks about her dimension and whether or not it's still intact because she truly believes she was supposed to die at her father's hands. she wakes up many times, but Hobie was there and patient with her the whole night to reassure her that her dimension is still in tact and her friends are all safe. they have much happier memories in that apartment of course, but that night is still the most important to them.

they start dating after about four months of knowing each other. they have a super sweet relationship that lasts a few months, but inevitably stay friends because they love each other more as friends. they're definitely the closest out of the spider-band, and their relationship doesn't change much after they break up anyways (they're still physically affectionate and spend the same amount of time together all that changed was the label).

Old Gwen and Hobies i'll never get around to finishing:

the first one is loosely based on a painting of a couple getting ready in the mirror together, the second one was a wip of hobie in clubkid drag (look into club kid if you haven't it's really interesting), the third was just me practicing lineless doodles, and the last one was a doodle of older more fem ghostpunk

sorry, I know this wasn't what you were hoping to get out of this ask, but i hope some of it was at least enjoyable to read through?

[katiascraft]

so i thought like reader being williams social media manager and she is also Francos ex girlfriend. And now Franco is coming into f1 and they see each other again? I don’t know if it makes sense hut yeah. Maybe you like the idea. Love your stuff💗

Hey sweetie 💌 ooooooh I love the idea! I love drama and second chances! Hope you like it. Thank you so much for your request! You are the first to do so. And so I wanted to let you know you made me so happy today :3 (sorry if it took a while but better late than ever! And I hope you have a wonderful day as well 🩵)

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“But we were something, don’t you think so? And if my wishes came true it would’ve been you” | FC43

Parings: Franco Colapinto x WilliamsRancingEmployee!Reader.

Summary: Franco and you broke up a while ago. You didn’t expect to see him ever again until he starts driving in F1 for Williams Racing Team.

Now playing: “The 1” by Taylor Swift.

Word count: +2,4k.

Warnings: a little angst? And fluff. Not a native English speaker so there could be errors. Not proofread.

Author’s note: thank you anon for your request again! First time writing about Fran - maybe I could get used to this. Don’t forget to like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

You were trying to not lose your umbrella because of the wind. It was raining pretty heavily. England was never a city where happy spirits lived. The sky it’s pretty much sad and depressed most days of the year. But you loved it. You loved feeling melancholy. Remembering your past with a smile or tears.

You had something of not overcoming the past pretty fast. It’s really hard for you to let go and deal with deadlines.

You got finally to the bus stop where a ceiling was now protecting you a little from the water. You were heading for the Williams Racing factory where you’ve worked for a few years now. You were the social media manager at Williams. And you had a meeting with the marketing department.

These last few months were really hard on you. And the reason was just one single person. And that was Franco.

You and Franco dated for two years back when he got in F4. You were teenagers. But still he was the guy who made you feel all the butterflies for the first time. The relationship didn’t end pretty well. You didn’t wanna end it but he told you that he had already made his decision. He needed to be focused to be able to jump to F1 and your romance to him was a distraction. That hurt you so much. And it still hurts thinking about it.

You heart stoped for a second when you saw a guy walking towards your same bus stop - you thought it was Franco because he takes the bus to work just like he always did since you two met. But it wasn’t. Though the guy from afar looked a lot like him. You calmed yourself down.

You job got pretty tricky since Franco jumped finally into F1. You were so happy for him. You wanted to talk to him and tell him how proud of him you were but you couldn’t. You were supposed to hate each other. Working with him was a challenge. You just decided to pretend you didn’t even know who he was and treat him as you treated Alex or Logan before. Even though your heart raced so fast by just looking at him, talk to other people.

First time you saw him was back in august when James announced a new driver was chosen to replace Logan. You loved Logan. Such a great guy. But you understood this was also a business and money is top priority. And Williams isn’t a team with many economic resources so each penny counted. James did an introduction to him a day before the race. He said hi to everyone. When you two saw each other just shook hands. You couldn’t even look at him. When you were back home you had a breakdown and needed to call your therapist because you don’t know how the fuck you were be able to deal him every single day. And even post about him most of the time because for your unlucky luck people became obsessed with him. Everybody loved Franco. And you understood why: he was the most charming and handsome boy you have ever met. And he didn’t change a bit after one year of not seeing him - you thought - forever.

Finally you took the bus. You were gonna be late so you texted your co-worker Amanda to let her know it. You sat on the only free seat that there was.

You were preoccupied in revising everything you had to stay and show in your meeting you didn’t realize the guy sitting next to you was actually franco.

After an awkward silence Franco broke the ice “hey… buenos días” he said with a raspy voice. He was nervous. Not sure if you were okay if he even opened his mouth.

You felt colder than the weather when you heard him. You looked at him to check you weren’t dreaming and indeed you weren’t. You give him a little smile. “Oh hi fran” that’s how you used to call him. Your heart sank a bit. “Good morning. Sorry I didn’t see you. I have a reunion and didn’t want to forget anything. You have a workout today?” You just decided to talk to him. A little chat wouldn’t kill you. And you hated pretending you didn’t know him. He smelled just the same. The same perfume. He had his mate bag with him and a boca juniors gym bag. Just as how you remembered him. You licked your lips nervously.

He nodded shyly and you saw his cheeks turning red for some reason. “Yeah I have gym today. And everything’s gonna be fine at the meeting. You always explain yourself perfectly” he said, sending you a sweet smile. His voice was deep and raspy. You knew he was still a little sleepy knowing it was almost 8am. You smiled back at him.

“Thank you” you said sweetly. Another weird silence took place between you two. You didn’t know what to say. You just looked around.

“Are you still mad at me y/n?” He said out of nowhere. The words just jumped out of his mouth. He was still hunted by what happened between you two. You looked at him again, giving him a sad look. You denied it with your head.

“No I'm not… I’m just sad. We were something right? But you know. It was hard to let you go but yeah…” you hesitated in what you could tell him. You didn’t even know what you were feeling right now. He stared at you a few seconds and nodded looking down. He started playing with his fingers.

“Maybe we could talk about all of this when you finish your meeting? I really think we should talk. I… I don’t like when you pretend you don’t know me… like we never knew each other you know? I feel really guilty about it. And… I’m proud of where you are now. It was your dream and you made it. And you’re really good at it. You give fans what they need” he said shyly and sad? He was working hard to show he can be an F1 driver. That he deserves a seat. But also he was really sad because he since decided to end things with you. He already regretted it.

Yes, he was more focused but he didn’t have your support. He isn’t into physical touch but your hugs were his favorites. He would let you touch him forever. He felt empty and really lonely. Even his family had to deal with the grief of not having you around anymore.

Yes, it was worth it for a while when he had James tell him he was gonna drive an F1 car for the end of the season. But when he saw you standing there. More beautiful than he has ever seen you. You looked so happy and profesional. So beautiful. And bright. He hated himself right there. Because you'd have done it together if he wouldn’t have been so selfish. He didn’t think he was in love with you when you broke up. But as the time passed he felt miserable. Getting home and seeing no one. No music. No you playing sims and showing him the sims you created while he was gone. No cooking cookies for tea time or ‘merienda’ how it is called in Argentina. Anyone to share mates with or talk about the day. No one to cuddle on the sofa or to forget about everything in bed. No one to go out and eat dinner. Or day trips to London. There was nothing left.

He was an asshole to you. And he really hated himself for that.

You couldn’t keep on talking because the bus was really where you needed to be. You both got down the bus in silence. And just walked side by side into the Williams factory announcing yourselves at the gate.

You were thinking about his offer. Like you needed it but at the same time you were scared. But you decided to follow your heart.

“See you after the meeting then?” You said when he opened the door of the factory for you. His sad look turned into a very smiley one. He nodded.

“Yeah yeah. I’ll be waiting for you at the cafeteria. Is that okay?” He said walking behind you because you were running late for the meeting. You turned to him a little.

“Sounds good to me Fran. See you in a bit” you said in a smile but feeling really weird at the same time. You didn’t know if that chat was gonna be the end of you or the relief you just needed. You didn’t know. But you knew you couldn’t keep going the way you two were.

You disappeared from Franco's view while you ran up the stairs to the office where the meeting was being held. He just stared there for a few seconds wondering. He didn’t know if talking was the best move but he felt better after you said yes. And he realized how bad he missed hearing you call him Fran. He got into the gym. Everyone was already there so he didn’t have time to keep thinking about you. Now it was time for a great workout. And a pretty intense one.

(…)

You got out of the office 2 hours later. It was intense. You had a headache now and you needed some coffee. You were regretting deciding to meet Franco but it is what it is. Maybe could it be relaxing? You didn’t believe yourself. But you were sure you just had to give him another chance and maybe be friends.

You walked down the stairs and headed to the cafeteria. When you got there you could see Franco sitting alone at one of the tables. There wasn’t anyone. It was just you and Franco and the women at the kitchen. You smiled. You were a little bit more relaxed knowing it was kind of private. First you headed into the kitchen and asked for a coffee. You knew Franco didn’t want one because you saw him drinking mate. The woman handed the coffee politely to you and you thanked her with a sweet smile “have a good rest of the day Amelia” you told her sweetly grabbing your coffee and now walking towards franco.

He saw you and gave you a bright smile. “Hey” he said, moving his stuff so you could sit with him at the table and have space for your coffee and things. He was reading some papers that were given to him by one of the engineers back in the simulator.

You smiled looking at him. He had showered and smelled incredibly good. And he looked so gorgeous by the sunlight that was coming in from the window. “Hey did I make you wait too long?” You said sitting down and getting comfy.

“No no I got here like 30 minutes ago” he said softly and sweetly. You looked so beautiful in your formal outfit. Though he remembered being crazy about you when you wore pajamas. You looked so cute. He missed you. Like crazy.

“Oh okay. Thank you for waiting for me” you thanked him and took a sip of your coffee. And he did the same with his mate.

“So… how are you? How’s your life been?” You said to start talking and leave the uncomfortness of the situation behind and just chill out and be okay with this. Or at least you wished that but you were a bit anxious of this conversation taking place.

“Well… to be fair it just depends on which aspect of my life you ask. In my driving life everything’s been great. Better than I could ever have expected. In my personal life to be honest I’ve been miserable” he said, giggling a little at the last part of his answer. You smiled sadly looking at him.

“Well maybe we aren’t so different. I’ve been miserable too personally. And at work gray. Better than ever. But you know a guy I used to date decided to fuck my life up by just being selfish so yeah - life’s shit” you really didn’t want to go there so fast but you just couldn’t control yourself. You’re still hurt. And you needed to be vocal about it. You deserve it. You could see he got nervous and readjusted himself on his chair.

“Oh yeah I think I remember him. He was an asshole to you. Then he felt empty and guilty and lonely and got depressed. But you know he deserved it for being such an idiot. I wouldn’t have let you go if I were him. You are in fact an incredible woman with the worst sense of humor I’ve ever met. And by worst I mean best.” He said talking in third person funny. You couldn’t help but laugh a little. You looked at him nodding.

“Yeah he was a selfish asshole but we can also agree maybe that he looks gorgeous now. If he has another girl then I would be really jealous. He is really a sweetheart. And a professional clown. Very funny. He should do stand up” you followed his way of navigating all of this mess you two created. He laughed and your heart melted. You loved making him laugh. Your heart started racing and butterflies reappeared in your stomach. You felt dumb.

“Oh no he is pretty ugly in my opinion. You were too much for him but like positively. You are fucking sexy and he is just a dude” he said raising his shoulders quirky and funny. You got so flustered.

“Well maybe you're right. I’m not gonna deny I’m on top level” you said joking giggling. He smiled wildly. There you were again. The you he was madly in love with. And the he was. The guy who made you laugh until you cried. The one who made you so happy.

It would’ve been fun if he would’ve been the one. Or maybe does he still have a chance?

“Look y/n I’m really sorry. I really am. I know that saying sorry doesn’t fix anything but I would really love it if we could be friendly and try to figure this out on good terms?” He said more seriously and you nodded agreeing.

“Yeah we can try. Everyone deserves a second chance right?”you told him. You had mixed feelings about it but you knew that maybe this was the best you could do. Try to make things easier between you two will also be beneficial for your work.

“Alright” he said with the biggest smile you saw him having since you saw him again. “You want some?” He asked, offering you mate and you just nodded, smiling at him and agreeing.

Just like the old days.

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Hope you liked it 💌 if you have anymore ideas my inbox is open so send your requests!

[mariasont]

hi just wanted to say you write hotch soooooooo well you're my fav and also your prose is just beautiful like your lil oneshots have more rhetorical style than most published books. and i love fran fine and i <3 how you write assistant!reader so female gaze you truly get it 💌 keep it up girlypop

first of all. thank you, thank you, thank you. my heart literally skipped a beat reading this <3

and assistant!reader!!!! oh, you get it. you see the vision. to me, she is all about the female gaze in my humble opinion

like when we talk about the female gaze, we're talking about a perspective that centers women's experiences, desires, emotions, and autonomy, it's not just about how she looks, but about how they feel, how they perceive and how they're perceived.

and when it comes to bimbo!assistant!reader, i think the reason she feels so female-gaze-coded is because she is completely in control of how she presents herself and how she moves through the world. my girl is not dressing up for the male gaze, she's dressing up because she loves the aesthetics, the confidence, the ritual of self-care, the sheer joy of femininity.

ugh i love you so much thank you for sending me this <3

[piltover-sharpshooter]

💌💌💌

Send "💌" for me to tell you about an OC that I really love and want to give a shoutout to!

@the-storm-chaser is an OC I actually had my eye on way back when I returned just because of how cool the art and character was, but a bit of anxiety as well as not really finding the way to interact led me to appreciate from afar, so when they came back and I saw an opportunity I jumped right in and I don't regret it one bit!

Sky and Fran are a delight, as well as the other characters they write, and they know when to be serious and when to let themselves be silly! Talking with the mun has also been an incredible experience, just a really fun person overall who wants to have fun. Don't make the same mistake I did and admire them RIGHT NOW.

[pvremichigan]

💌

@the-storm-chaser Sky is absolutely brilliant. Everything about her harmonizes and she is incredibly well written. I haven't known them long but I wish I had met Capes and Sky sooner because the creativity and dedication they put into everything they write is astronomical. You can tell Sky is well loved by the mun and community and there is DEFINITELY great reason. What a wonderful oc, great backstory, diverse settings and intricate development.

Not to mention the universe with Fran, what a stellar idea!

[canonrpfinder]

hello hello! i’m back on my brainrot and trying to write a lot more again. i’m f22, searching for a +18 partner.

i’ve been rewatching one of my favorite shows lately: the nanny, and it’s been itching my brain to write some franwell. i’m searching for someone to write as maxwell sheffield, since i’d love to write as fran fine.

of course it can be placed on any season, but I’d love to write them on their slow burn era. i love the whole will-they-won’t-they, how they fall for the other without noticing, the hints, the teasing. I’m a sucker for them. i’m more than happy to discuss further with a partner, even plot something together!! nsfw topics are fine with me but it wouldn’t be wholly centered on that. i mostly write on discord, but i’m open to any other platforms without a problem!

If anyone’s interest, just interact with this post and i’ll reach out!! 💌💌

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[far-from-fran]

Everybody wake the fuck up, Chapter 6 of If Love is the Answer, You're Home just dropped!

It is 9455 words, and the most emotionally devastating chapter yet!😁✨

Enjoy! 😘🩷

[findroleplay]

hello helloooo! i’m coming back into rp and have been on a brainrot for a bit, since I’ve been rewatching one of my favorite shows.

I’ve been searching for a partner (+18), who’d like to write with me a plot similar to The Nanny. it’d be pretty much the same, a rich producer hires an eccentric nanny, there’s a huge slow burn, romance, friendship, comedy, a “will they, won’t they” kind of thing in the air. it’s been filling my brain with serotonin and i really need to write this plot! i’m all in for ideas, would love to plot a bit and get into a fun story that can be heart melting! we can write it on discord or tumblr.

it can be fandomless, with a pair of OCs.

(or i also thought for it to be an AU of stranger things. where an adult steve harrington represents someone like maxwell sheffield and my oc would be the nanny aka fran)

so, if anyone’s interested in this idea, just interact with this post and i’ll reach out as soon as possible! 💌

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[far-from-fran]

My advice is to just let yourself write. Don't worry about spelling or grammar mistakes until you're in the editing phase. Just let your words spill onto the page until you've got it all out. It feels better to write that way, and you'll have a better overall story. You can always go back and add more ! Add, take away, and re-edit as much as you need to until you're happy with what you wrote. There's no rush.

Speaking of there being no rush, another thing! Pace yourself. Don't worry about deadlines or pressure yourself to write faster. Take your time and enjoy the writing process. What's the point of writing if you're not having fun? So make sure you have fun!

Thank you for the lovely ask, Anon. I hope to read your fic soon! Happy writing! 🩷

Just wanted you to know that you and Fran have inspired me to write my own Timiperi fic! I’m only about 1/3 of the way done but I just finished the first chapter! Over 5k words cause I have no idea how to end things :’)

Any advice yous may have is welcome!

Thank you both, I’ve been in a writing slump for about a year and now I’m super inspired again!

Aaah, that's so amazing to hear, anon!! I am super excited to see more fics in the TimPeri tag 💕

Without knowing anything about what you're writing, all I can say is make sure that you're having fun. If a scene is dragging, cut it! If it seems boring, summarize it. If a scene is lovely but doesn't fit, remove it and use it as a ficlet or another story or as bonus content! You should love rereading what you've written.

What about you, @far-from-fran ? Any advice?

[allthepresidentsmen1976]

💌 hi nessa how are you doing these days !!! welcome back (even if just for a week!)

[id: hi fran beloved! I'm not doing too bad, but sitting lots of exams which is less fun, sadly. how are you!! and maybe more importantly: it is SUCH a pleasure to be mutuals with you, I think I'm very lucky for it actually! would love to cloudgaze with you, I think we'd have such a fun time together, how are the clouds for you? here it's night so no pretty clouds, but pretty apartment lights! I've put 'thumbs' by lucy dacus on to write this so thank you for that, even if it makes me feel a bit crazy insane! what's another favourite song of yours? i'd love to listen to it! maybe I'm not very good at love notes BUT truly I am honoured and delighted to be mutuals with you, never not happy to see you around! I hope you're having a lovely day/night! yours, nessa end id]

send me a 💌 for a love note!

[lofitowns]

⭒❃.✮:▹ about me + tags

— name. grace

— pronouns. she/they

— 19 / pisces sun, leo moon, virgo rising

— infj / 4w3

— i’m always open to making new friends! but most of the time i’m pretty anxious so please be patient with me :)

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minors please block #lofinights !!

[far-from-fran]

Don't Like, Don't Read!

Dev hummed suspiciously. Even from behind his shades, his intent stare was piercing.

A tortuously long moment passed in silence. What would Dev think if he knew? That Peri was insane? A hopeless idiot? Something worse? What if Dev was so weirded out that he didn't want Peri to be his godparent anymore? Peri started to sweat, a nervous grin plastered on his face.

“Something happened. Tell me what it was,” Dev demanded.

Peri did his best to sound authoritative. “Now, Dev,” he began, “it’s important for adults and children to have healthy boundaries—”

“I wish you’d tell me!”

“Ugh!” Peri let out a long-suffering groan, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Do you ever listen? To anything? At all? Ever?”

Dev had a mean little smirk on his face. “You're my godparent, so...” He made a 'get on with it' gesture.

Chapter 2 is out now!

[far-from-fran]

Don't Like, Don't Read!

[far-from-fran]

Working on two projects at the same time is funny.

Project 1: An "everyone dies" fic with themes of false gods and corruption of power.

Project 2: What if I took these funky, little guys and put them in Equestria?