#seafoam character tag

[adhbombus]

Id had the head made since early March but didn’t start sewing until late April. I remade his legs after the shirt because they were disproportionally short

Materials used: air dry clay, paints, pain pen, cotton yarn, felt, stuffing, beads, aluminum foil and thread obviously

[natsubane]

GENUINELY CRYING OVER THE SITCOM STYLE APPLAUSE

[bbboar]

Thinking about my Tav.

Originally i wasnt going to come up with any backstory for them but through playing the game i kept thinking "haha wouldnt it be fun if the reason they do X is bcs Y?" etc and sort of pieced together a story

My Tav was an adventurer for hire based around Baldur's Gate. Their tasks were anything from mundane fetch quests to dangerous multi-month journeys. They love how no 2 days were the same and how their job means traveling here and there. In fact, they travel so much they dont have a house they own or rent. There's prob an inn somewhere in the city they stay at in exchange for doing odd jobs like handling rowdy patrons. But otherwise they either camp everywhere or try and get the client to pay for accommodation

Also they have the charlatan background and the way i interpret that is that they've learned tht sometimes the best way to get out of sticky situations is to straight up lie. To them, lying is a tool to get the mission done in the same way tht a blade is a tool. You get shit done but better not use it on friends. I think they are extremely good at lying to strangers and extremely bad at lying to people they actually care about.

Having some rando believe the wild ass shit you tell them? Hilarious, ego boosting, very fun. Lying to their friends though? Extremely uncomfortable.

They also have high dex and can lock pick and disarm traps like nbd so i think they also may have been involved with criminals. But hey! Just another tool in the old belt,right?

[megarywrites]

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[dearbraus]

Flowers Never Bend with Rainfall⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

— Wriothesley

⊹ Details. 18+ minors dni, fem! reader, mentions of reader wearing a corset, gown and earrings, arranged marriage, original characters; reader has an unnamed family and older sister, nobility and high society's conventions, allusions to gendered familial roles, sfw. ⊹ Run time. 1.3k ⊹ Note. I have had such brainworms for this man since seeing him for the first time. I had to write something but didn't want to get too ahead of myself since we know nothing of him yet sooo I decided to start a new series of drabbles that will follow this plotline, reader, and Wriothesley. You can find it under the tag # flowers never bend and it will eventually be posted to my ao3 as a cohesive story <3

Your sister beams as she gives your appearance another once over. It's the fifth time in the past ten minutes that she’s turned to you with scrutiny in her eyes, adjusting a strand of your hair or smoothing out the crisp neckline of your dress– you must be perfection. Today you’re meeting him, the man your parents sold you to when you were no more than six years old. He had been a boy then too and just as much of an unwilling participant in the whole affair as you had. Perhaps it was cruel to blame him for your misfortunes. At least the two of you had been given the courtesy of a meeting, a single chance to rectify the will of your parents before they made plans to force the two of you down the aisle.

The day after her eighteenth birthday, your older sister had been married. A gaggle of small children soon followed. They made quite the army of troublemakers but she continued to grow round with one every few years because they were just so cute when they were little. She fancied herself a matchmaker and believed that she knew everything there was to know when it came to matters of the heart. But, what did marriage have to do with the heart when it was nothing more than a political arrangement? Your father had made thousands of those in his lifetime and he’d do thousands more by the time by the time his earthly body was returned to the waves.

There was nothing special or romantic about standing in the middle of the lobby at the Hotel Debord being primped and preened over like a porcelain doll. The seafoam-coloured walls make the contents of your stomach curdle uncomfortably though your favourite gown as a child had once been spun off the very same shade. Today you wore pink taffeta topped off with a lace-trimmed neckline and a little white bow placed carefully at your décolletage. It as though your childhood bedroom threw up on your seamstress and out came this dress.

“Did you know that your fiancé is a Duke?” your sister whispers as she ushers you over to one of the plush chairs, “That mean’s he comes from a very wealthy family, mhm, and is a very well respected man.”

The whale-boned corset beneath your dress keeps your spine straight as you sit and still your sister makes a point of pressing your shoulders back before taking her own seat, “Does he have a name?” You ask, placing one delicately gloved hand over the other.

A myriad of people file in and out of the hobby with what appears to be a purpose. You can’t but watch with curious eyes and the childish hope of discerning him from the crowd before he’s able to spot you. Like a flower, you’d wilt beneath his gaze and learn nothing more than the facade people like you and he were taught to wear like a second skin. Instead, you’re met with swishing skirts that ooze refinement and galloping pups in gaudy costumes. There is little to be gained from people watching carbon copies that chased the latest trends as if that would appease their archon.

“Wriothesley,” Your sister states as if the answer should be obvious to you.

The name hardly strikes a chord of recognition within you, you may have heard it in passing years ago but no new memories surface as you search for an inkling of familiarity. It was futile, your days within the court were limited as you much preferred the solace of your family's countryside estate. The quiet was nice. With no nightmare-inducing machinations to tower over you. The servants were friendly too and even with the tendrils of gossip that filled their quarters, they never seemed to judge you too harshly for having the privilege to shirk societal expectations.

“Does he have a surname?” Focusing your eyes on the ornate glass chandeliers that swing with each gentle breeze pushed in through the ever-revolving doors, you quell your growing need for some tangible information into a dismissive interest, “Or shall I just be known as the lady duke?”

Your sister's gaze is sharp as is how quickly she turns her head to face you, “Come now, you know it is inappropriate to make such comments,” She smiles at a passing stranger, and they smile back, “He is a good man, that much I know.”

Despite the sunny disposition that is quick to replace her annoyed expression, you can feel your sister’s ire simmering within her gaze. Light splinters from the artfully crafted crystalline chunks and dances along the slick tiled ground. The sight of it makes you dizzy but you enjoy the head rush as you settle your focus onto the reflective floor. A gloved and idle hand comes up to twirl the dangly earrings that weigh heavy on your lobes, smoothing your thumb against the drop pearl.

“How can you be certain that he is a good man if you do not even know his family’s name?”

It’s difficult to stifle the giggle that rises to your lips when she glares at you. You found in that moment that it was good she had not been blessed with a cryo vision because it would pale in comparison to the chill that settled over the table.

“If you were so curious perhaps you should have asked father,” she gritted out, “I am just here to ensure that you do not embarrass yourself in front of Wriothesley.”

“How kind of you dear sister,” you grin the way she hates, showing her all of your teeth, “Surely I could not know how to talk to a man at my advanced age of twenty-two without your steadfast guidance.”

“It is a wonder why Mother and father chose you for the duke and not I,” your sister muttered beneath her breath, hoping you did not hear her.

Green was an ugly shade on your sister but you supposed it couldn’t be helped. It was human nature and adults were far more like children than they liked to believe, coveting toys that didn’t belong to them.

Though, her ego would balloon to be ten times the size of her body should you ever dare to admit that you wished your parents had chosen her for their political gain and not you. You weren’t well suited for the things you supposed this Wriothesley would expect of you. Most days you spent more time with your nose buried in long-forgotten tomes than you did in etiquette lessons. Those were important, your mother once said, a man of such status had much social responsibility and as his wife, so would you. 

“What time did Father say we may expect his grace to grace us with his presence?”

If the two of you were at home, she might have snarled at you, “I do not find you amusing!”

A well-dressed man carrying a shiny silver platter approached the table. If he heard your bickering, he chose not to comment on it, “Your tea has arrived, ladies.”

“Sir, I fear you are mistaken” you stated, your voice growing timid as he began to unload the contents of the tray into your table, “We did not order any tea.”

“No, but he did.”

The “he” in question was an imposing man who hovered behind the waiter. Neither of you had noticed but your sister began to smile demure at him the moment she took notice of his presence. The first thing you noticed was the glinting silver handcuffs that hung off his belt like a warning and then the metal-clad fingerless gloves. The chains and chunks of alloy made the deep red tie he wore look silly and out of place but his keen, pale eyes made you shrink in your seat as they slid over your visage.

“May I present to you his grace, the Duke Wriothesley.”

Oh.

So this was the man your family intended for you to marry.

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[factual-fantasy]

28 ASKS! THANKS AGAIN YALL!! 🥰💥

I've thought about this a bit actually :00

Way back when the crew was only four people, (Seafoam, Octo, Ellie and Louis) they got caught in a great storm while out at sea. Becuase there was only four of them, they didn't have enough hands on deck to control the ship.

Blue Beauty saw this ship clearly struggling and in danger so she helped guide the ship back to calmer waters. It was her help alone that prevented the ship from sinking. Seafoam thanked her profusely. She hadn't been treated so kindly before.. So she secretly followed them around for a while before making herself more known and officially joining the crew. :}

XD I imagine that wouldn't fare well for Blue Beauty-

XD Foxy would be like "..Am I malfunctioning or are those cookie talking--"

Hmm.. I assume the textures all relate to the food/animal they're based on. Or maybe their personality..? <:0 I don't know!

OOO these are so good!! Thank you! :DD

XDD Its really tough for me ngl. I've never been the best with names-

@luna-purple454 (Post in question)

The Undyne one is a bit vague.. I pictured the group has a run in with an Undyne. She is able to maybe separate Papyrus from the group and even capture him. Maybe her Papyrus is dead or he's on the other side of the underground. For one reason or another she knows this is "not Papyrus". So she questions this imposter to his face.

..But Papyrus is silent. Its been so long since he's heard Undyne's voice.. he suddenly cant speak..

Now the Alphys is actually an older character in the AU. I mentioned that at some point early on the gang found an AU with an old Alphys. This Alphys had made a bunch of robotic arms for Monster Kid in all different sizes.

Well since MK is all grown up, some of the smaller arm models don't fit him anymore. So she gave some to Goner Kid! I didn't really have intentions for her to come back into the AU in any major way. I just felt like drawing her :)

Oooo that sounds cool!! :DD

ASKJANJ SALTY TENTACLES XDDD THATS AMAZING!

Also thank you so much!! :DD

XDD Well "actively", I don't tend to dip my toes in that fandom too much anymore. I've dealt with a surprising amount of uncomfy stuff there so I'd rather mostly stay away from it-

But I have drawn a decent amount for it none the less! And I'm glad you like what you see so far! <XDD

Oh boy, the Jevil gang wouldn't stay there then! <XDD

@astaherussy

I unfortunately still to this day have not watched the Mario movie. So I cannot answer the first part of that question :( I think I have a problem upstairs-

As for Peach or Daisy breaking down, I believe they would approach them the same way Luigi did Rosalina :00 Very gently and try to figure out what's wrong 🥺

@neo-metalscottic

Thank you!! :DD I'm glad you liked what you saw! And I'll keep Jevil and the gang in mind! :))

AND YESSSS THE CALICO JACK IDEA WAS SO GOOD!! Thank you so much!! :D

And once again- thank you for the compliments to my Toadsworth drawing! I was rather proud of that one! XD When it comes to his relationship with Peach,, that is a good question.. I was thinking it was an Alfred Pennyworth situation. Kind'a a royal advisor turned father figure situation.? :0 He was running the Kingdom while Peach was gone, and he was overjoyed to see her returned safe and sound!

(Post in question)

XD Just wait till you find my Super mario bros tag and all the comics and angst under it

(Also thank you!! :}}} )

@rotting-glitter-corpse (Link in ask)

I NEED!! TO LIVE THERE!!! RIGHT NOW!! 💥💥

Oh man, he'd do everything he could. I'm not sure what kind of demands he would make to the rest of the group. But if there was something they could do to help he would absolutely demand they to it :0

@fawncr33k

<XD I don't know if Seafoam would want to have kids at his age- but its a good question. I'm not sure what a child between them would look like, considering that Blue is a mermaid- :0

@pinkbomb08 (Post in question)

My Welcome Home AU is kind'a all over the place becuase of some changes I'm making to Sally and Poppy.. <XD But I can talk a bit about Julie! She hasn't changed much--

The idea I have for Julie is that her and her sisters are actually these huge grotesque monsters.. much more horrific looking than they are in canon. Anytime anyone saw them they'd run away screaming.. Julie grew up knowing that she was scary and people are afraid of her becuase of her appearance..

Now at some point when she was little, she discovered the Neighborhood. She would see Wally, Barnaby, Poppy and Eddie walking around every now and again. She wasn't sure why.. but she was so fascinated by them and their lives. Something about the way they walked, the way the talked, how they dressed, how they sounded, how they looked. She loved all of it.

She was so fascinated by the Neighborhood and she dreamed of becoming apart of it one day. But she knew that she couldn't show up looking like.. this.. so she used the Neighbors as a reference and began to drastically alter her appearance.

No one has horns, so she was able to greatly shorten hers and make them look more.. cute! All the residents have 2 eyes so she shall as well! Poppy has pretty eyelashes.. so shall she! She cant get rid of her tail but she can make it shorter and cuter! Wally, Eddie and Barnaby all have 4 fingers. So she shall as well!

Now the feet.. She never saw Wally or Eddie without shoes on.. but Barnaby is always bare foot. So feet paws she shall have! A lot of her form was transfered to her mane-hair! To her hair- :DD

Now she was trying to get her legs to be shaped more like Wally's. So she altered them a bit and began to practice walking. But she tripped and fell, letting out a yelp!

Someone heard her, and came looking.. Since she couldn't use her new legs yet- she couldn't escape-

..Poppy found her. .

Julie hadn't completed her transformation from "monster" to "person" yet! So when Poppy saw her she thought she blew it. Surly Poppy would run away screaming upon seeing this horrible monster.. Julie started to cry.. but Poppy didn't run. She saw this poor little child covered in mud and with a scraped knee. She quickly jumped into action, "Oh dear! You poor thing, here sweetie let me help you up," Poppy guided Julie out of the woods. After she was cleaned and patched, they talked a bit about Julies situation.

"Where are your parents, dear?"

"..I don't have parents.."

Suddenly Poppy had adoption papers in her hand XD Huh, wonder how those got there-

(Post in question)

I mean... I got my skin back at least.. 🥺

thh... thank yoiuuuu!!! :33 ✨💖✨

I don't know.. is it offensive in the games for a character to be called a cracker? Are there cracker characters?? <:00

Oooo I'll keep this in mind! :00 Thank you!

@djadecutie

AKJJSD CRIMINAL XDDD

@storylover2

<XD Oh man, I looked through some doodle dumps and found I drew that creature at least 20 times. None of which looked the way I saw it in my head.💀I gave up on drawing Chain Chomp a looong time ago.. 💔💔

(Thank you for the suggestion though! :000 )

I'm not sure <XD Google doesn't want to tell me what real seafoam tastes like. Its only showing me what the candy seafoam tastes like!

I cant really remember much of that movie,, so I'm not sure how they would interact with the residents there. But a world made of candy? I'm sure they'd feel right at home! XD

@beryl-shade

Oh yeah for sure :0 that could be what happened to Tuna! 😱

(Also sorry for not including the gifs! There wasn't a way I could paste them into this ask post :((( )

@yourstrulylightstar283

Aww! That's adorable! :D

[ask-mobile-iterator-project]

Intro Post

This blog focuses on my Rain World OCs involved in the "Mobile Iterator Project" AU. ^_^

The “Mobile Iterator Project” (MIP) is a project created and directed by an Ancient named "No Cost Too Great" (NCTG) with the stated goal of supporting standard iterators in their productivity, maintenance, and longevity, so that they can operate at maximum efficiency, even after the inevitable mass ascension. ‘MIP Units’—iterators under the project—are created puppet-first in the "MIP Development Center" and later assigned to Local Groups, where their structures are built to support the Iterators around them.

MIP Units are uniquely developed with personality modules formed from memories and qualia donated by Architect (in-universe name for Ancient) clients. The exception to this is TWR, who was programmed more traditionally. This decision has been considered somewhat controversial, but the Director considers it essential to ensure their efficacy as replacements for the Architects, as well as for their "artistic vision" for the Project.

In total, there are 99 MIP Units, with IDs ranging from 01 to 99.

(This AU strays pretty far from the themes and canon of both Vanilla Rain World and Downpour, so please keep that in mind!)

⚠️Importantly, here are some warnings for sensitive content that may appear in the posts:

depictions of trauma and mental illness

heavy themes of manipulation (including memory manipulation)

depictions of emotional abuse

dehumanization

depictions of dissociation

identity struggles

medical malpractice/abuse, experimentation

child endangerment

generally dark themes

violence, physical abuse

infrequent body horror

When sensitive content comes up, I will leave a warning before the cut and tag as "sensitive content"!

Characters:

Starlight Symphony (SLS) she/her, [bio]

Frosted Briar (FB) she/they, [bio]

Glimmering Seafoam In Sunlight (GSIS) she/her, [bio]

Thorns Without Roses (TWR) she/they, [bio]

Perpetual Umbra (PU) they/them, [bio]

Legacy Of Famine (LOF) she/any, [bio]

*These are not all of the characters, just the main 6 that are open to receiving asks.

How it works:

Please specify who you are asking the question to, for example: (to SLS), (to SLS and FB), (to any), (to all), (to admin)

If you don’t specify, I’ll just pick myself. Though, sometimes, I might have another character answer too, if I think it might be interesting.

For admin asks, my friend’s overseer might want to add stuff too, so don’t be surprised if she shows up. For simplicity's sake, assume all admin asks are addressed to potentially both of us.

Additionally, I might add commentary sometimes, which I’ll tag with #admin commentary. My friend might do that too sometimes, so #overseer commentary for her.

I’ll do my best to answer your asks, with varying art quality, though I won’t answer all of them. Jade might answer some of them too, primarily the ones regarding, FB, as she knows them way better than I do.

We will sign off at the end of each post, denoting who handled the “broadcast” (ask.)

[Broadcast handled by admin], [Broadcast handled by overseer], [Broadcast handled by admin and overseer]

There is a light roleplaying/interactive element: The in-universe framing device for the questions is broadcasts being sent to the iterators, hence the ask button’s title. There may also be some occasional meta shenanigans.

I will be answering some questions from curiouscat rather than tumblr, and I will crosspost to twitter, too. This is probably too much work, but whatever. The askblog will be the main source of my attention, though, so posts will come here first.

Boundaries/Rules:

Please don’t ask questions related to your own OCs, because I don’t know them.

Please try to break up multiple questions into separate asks.

Nothing NSFW or suggestive.

No “magic” asks (like turning the characters into different things)

You can send items if you want, though

Please keep in mind that Frosted Briar is, for all intents and purposes, basically a child.

Rules may change as things go along and we figure stuff out!

Non-Ask Posts:

Occasionally, I may post content related to backstories and worldbuilding and stuff unrelated to asks. This will be tagged with #mip logs.

Tags:

#silly: for silly stuff

#angst: for angsty stuff

#dubiously canon: usually used in tandem with silly, but for anything that has questionable characterization

#sensitive content: content that may be triggering or upsetting

#mip worldbuilding: asks/posts related to worldbuilding

#mip lore: asks/posts related to lore!

#mip ask: in-universe asks for the ocs.

#admin ask: asks directed towards the admin/overseers

#guest appearance: asks where characters outside of the main 6 appear.

#mip logs: non-ask posts that build upon the lore/worldbuilding

#ooc: update posts, rule posts, etc.

#meta: hehe

#admin commentary: commentary from the admin (luna)

#overseer commentary: commentary from the overseer (jade or clover)

#overseer assistance: for when the overseers help with the process

#fanart: reblogs of fanart!! :D

#admin art: reblogs of luna’s, jade's or clover's art of the characters

#luna art, #jade art, #clover art: self-explanatory

#old: from the sls ask blog, consider it non-canon

#mobile iterator project, #rw mip au: self-explanatory

post is tagged with most of these

Main Admin: Luna, @mewguca

Overseer: Jade, @fauxbia

Overseer: Clover, @cloverlady

Thank you for reading!

For additional information on my OC usage permissions, please read my carrd

[sae-mian]

NIRA'SAE / 5 CHARACTER ASSOCIATIONS

☾₊‧ Emotions/Feelings:

anxiousness wonder doubt confusion love

☾₊‧ Colors:

teal navy silver seafoam green white

☾₊‧ Scents:

lilac sweet berries freshly cut grass rain copper

☾₊‧ Objects:

longbow burgundy scarf sewing kit blue ribbon crystal pendant

☾₊‧ Body Language:

biting lip looking away/avoiding eye contact restless fidgeting slight slouch twitchy/expressive ears

☾₊‧ Aesthetics:

blood on a white shirt rosy cheeks and laughter distant thunderstorms rolling in a doe in a dense forest sunlight breaking through cloud cover

holy moly that was hard (but fun)-- thank you @captainqster for the tag!!!

i.. have no idea who has or hasn't done this at this point so i am bLIND FIRING TAGS, @humblemooncat, @elliewiltarwyn, @vasheden, @imyour-marigold, @caerbannogs-- if i overlap with other tags my bad fakfjsfkajs

[gazs-blue-hat]

Gaz’s Blue Hat  Masterlists and introduction! (Please Read Me!)

Hello! I’m Val, or “the hat”. I love the CoD universe and have watched play throughs of most of the games. At the moment, I’m only writing for 141 and possibly other main characters throughout the story.

If you do not have your age in your bio, you’re getting blocked. I’m sorry but this is an 18+ blog. I don’t feel comfortable with minors interacting with my things.

Another thing. I will write rough topics. I’ve struggled with Suicide, Self Harm, Sexual Abuse, Addiction and many other vices. I feel like there (rightfully) is a lot of hesitation to write these topics. However, I find comfort in stories. Of course I’ll put trigger warnings on every piece I do, but I want to let you know that you’re seen and you’re heard. Final thing and I'll stop my rambling, I promise. I won't tolerate hate here. I do my best to stay educated on things and thus, this is a safe place for people to ask questions and learn about things they might not know about. Be kind folks.

Key: 

💖-Fluff

🪄 -Silly

🩸-Whump

☠️-Angst

❤️‍🔥-Smut

Series

-Fair Winds and Following Seas- Simon Riley x Reader (Tempest) 

Read on Ao3: Here!

Chapter 1: Pilot

Chapter 2: The Winding Road of Introductions

Chapter 3: The Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 4: Speed of Sound (Wip)

Glacial Tides- King!Johnny MacTavish X Siren!Reader

Masterlist Found Here!

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-Sunflowers and Shotguns (Small Town UA)- Soap x Reader (Lamb) 💖🩸

Welcome

Southern Hospitality

Around the Fences

Air Pressure

Tornado Sirens (Wip)

Toxemia (wip)

-Injections and Ivermectin (Small Town UA)- Ghost X Reader (Tens)💖

Moos Malady 

Like Little Railroads

Riley and Riley (Wip)

Concussion (Wip)

CPR (Wip)

Fireplace (Wip)

-Books and Bombshells (Small Town UA)- Gaz x Reader (Keys)

Books Bring Us Together

WPM (Wip)

Dewy Decimal System (Wip)

Movie night (Wip)

Kickstarter (Wip)

Dog-earing (Wip)

-Waves and Warfare (Small Town UA)- Price X Reader (Skip)

Captain to Captain

Come a little closer (Wip)

Kate Kate Kate (Wip)

High Seas (Wip)

Depth Charge (Wip)

Songs of the Deep (Wip)

-TF141 and the WSM- (Small town UA blurbs)

Wear the hat, ride the cowboy 🪄

Beware the Wave Soaked Maidens (Wip)

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Dungeons and Dragons AU (All characters have three parts)

Seeing isn’t everything (Kyle “Gaz” Garrick X F!Reader) (Medusa)

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Songs across Seafoam (Johnny “Soap” MacTavish X F!Reader) (Siren) (Wip) 💖🩸❤️‍🔥

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Shapes in the Mists (Simon “Ghost” Riley X F!Reader) (Changeling) (Wip) 💖☠️❤️‍🔥

Pt.1

Pt.2

Pt.3

Curls of Smoke and Embers (Captain John Price X F!Reader) (Dragon) (Wip) 💖☠️🩸❤️‍🔥

Pt.1

Pt.2

Pt.3

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Captain John Price 

Left Behind ( Wip) 💖🩸

Yours to command ❤️‍🔥

Wedding ring (blurb)❤️‍🔥

Cherry stem (blurb) mild❤️‍🔥

Bad day (blurb) 💖

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Potent Poisons and Precious Passions (Fem!Reader) 💖❤️‍🔥

Loving Something So Broken (Gn!Reader)☠️💖

Forged in Blood, Bonded by Steel (wip) 💖❤️‍🔥

Hearts Do Mend ☠️💖 (Slight❤️‍🔥)

Cherry Stem (blurb) mild❤️‍🔥

Tags (Blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Bad day (Blurb) 💖

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish 

Whispers in the Night (Wip) 💖❤️‍🔥

Domestic Bliss (wip) ❤️‍🔥💖

Cherry Stem (blurb) mild❤️‍🔥

Desperate (Blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Bad Day (Blurb) 💖

Talking you Through it (Blurb) (Capt. MacTavish) ❤️‍🔥

Headboard (Blurb) (Capt. MacTavish) ❤️‍🔥

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Passing Notes 💖

Cherry Stem (blurb) mild❤️‍🔥

Natural Remedy (Blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Bad Day (Blurb)

Paperwork Shmaperwork 💖

Alex Keller

K.I.A to C.I.A (Wip)💖❤️‍🔥

Konig

Love on the Battlefield (WIP)💖❤️‍🔥

Keegan P. Russ

Rupert’s Drop (WIP) 💀🩸

No Nut November (Blurb) ❤️‍🔥

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Blurbs

No Pairings, just brainrot

What really happened at the end of MWIII

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🩸Whumptober🩸

Intro (Please Read)

Character taking care of Reader Whumptober list

Reader taking care of Character Whumptober list

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Reblogged Masterlists

These will be complete lists of everything I have ever reblogged about these characters. I don't like the Tumblr Tagging system to look through my stuff so I made my own list like this. I'll be going backwards from present day to the very start of this blog (June)

(11/5/2023 update): I'm working hard on linking and sorting everything I have reblogged. I have organized up to October. Everything that has yet to be linked will have the tag 'To Be Linked' on it. Feel free to rummage through the bins while I get my books on a shelf. Thank you for your support!

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

John Price

All Others /Multiple

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One of these Nights

Chpt 3 of Life In The Fast Lane - A Frankie Morales series.

Characters - Frankie Morales x Reader, Benny Miller.

Summary - You meet Frankie at Benny's house and the three of you hang out when they work on your car, the chemistry between you and Frankie is building and things start to heat up.

Word Count - 7.5K

Warnings/Tags - 18+ only Minors dni. Typical canon language, Swearing, Fluffy!Frankie, Flirty!Frankie, Confident!Frankie, use of pet names, mentions slight spice but nothing too explicit. Written in reader’s POV.

A/N - I really don't know how I feel about this chapter. Tbh im not 100% happy with it, but I worked on it for ages so thought I would post it anyway! So on this one especially feedback is appreciated I want to hear your thoughts! <3

Feedback, Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

June 25th, 2016

"I will see you soon, then." You confirmed with him, not caring if you sounded desperate or overeager.

"Tan pronto Cariño" he promises; his voice is deep and gruff but melts over you like warm honey. You find yourself twirling your hair between your index finger and thumb, lost in the moment as you let his words linger on the phone line.

Realising the two of you have gone quiet, save for the breathing on the other end of the phone, neither of you wanting the conversation to end.

"Adiós Frankie," you all but purr into the phone's receiver. The only thought allowing you to end the call is that you are going to be seeing him face-to-face in a little more than an hour.

Throwing your phone onto the bed, As you sit at your dressing table, you take in your familiar surroundings. The late morning sun casts a warm glow into your bedroom, highlighting the cluttered yet cosy atmosphere of the room. The walls are painted a soothing shade of seafoam green and adorned with a few pieces of art that you've collected over the years.

The table in front of you is a vintage piece you scored at a thrift store; its surface is slightly worn from years of use by previous owners, but you thought it added to the piece, so you decided to leave it as it was and not repaint it.

On it sits an array of skincare products, makeup, and jewellery, all neatly arranged in their designated spots. You take a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of the lavender candle burning on the table, before reaching for your moisturiser.

As you apply it, you can feel its silky texture melt into your skin, leaving it feeling supple and hydrated. Next comes the sunscreen, a crucial step in your skincare routine, especially in the hot and humid Florida weather. You massage it into your skin, making sure to cover every inch of your face and neck.

You glance at the clock on your nightstand, its sleek design contrasting with the vintage charm of the rest of the room. The minute hand ticks steadily, reminding you that time is running out. You pick up the pace, opening your makeup bag and taking out the products you need.

As you apply your makeup, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. There's something about the repetitive motion of brushing on a light layer of foundation, powder, and blush that calms you.

You admire the way the orangey-pink blush complements your skin tone, making you look more awake and refreshed, hiding the restlessness of last night's failed attempt at sleep. You finish off your makeup with a few swipes of mascara, a quick fill-in of your eyebrows, and a layer of your favourite mango-flavoured lip balm.

You stand up from the vanity and dress quickly in the outfit you thanked your past self for having the sense to lay out the night before. You get dressed while planning out your journey. You figure it's early enough for traffic not to be an issue, so once you finish lacing up your white sneakers, you bring up Google Maps on your phone again and check the route to Benny's house.

It tells you that your destination is only a fifteen-minute drive across town, but you wanted to give yourself a buffer so you weren't late. After all, Benny was giving up his Saturday to fix your truck, and the last thing you want to do is take up more of his time than you already do.

Grabbing your denim jacket and car keys from the hall table, you lock the door behind you and head to your car. Clambering into the driver's seat, you turn the key in the ignition, and the beast roars to life. Ejecting the Eagles greatest hits CD and sliding the Hotel California album into the CD player, you put the car in drive and back out of your driveway.

The familiar tunes fill the car, and you sing along to the lyrics. A few of the songs make you think of Frankie, and you laugh at how big of a crush you have on him. It's become a habit of yours to listen to music while driving, and it always helps you relax and clear your mind.

You decide you really shouldn't show up empty-handed, and you want to give them a small token as a thank you for even just the offer of fixing your car. You have enough time to spare, so you flick the indicator on to turn right into the convenience store and pull into a parking space just in front of the entrance.

You grab your bag from the passenger seat and lock the car behind you. The heat hits you like a tonne of bricks, the sun is high in the sky, and there is not a single cloud in sight. You walk towards the store, the pavement feeling hot under your feet through your sneakers.

The entrance door of the convenience store is propped open, and a cool gust of air conditioning hits you as you walk in. The bright fluorescent lights overhead temporarily blind you as your eyes adjust. You head straight to the beer aisle, the cold air from the refrigerators cooling your flushed skin. You run your fingers over the bottles, selecting a crate of ice-cold Budweiser.

As you walk towards the checkout counter, you pass a small display of flowers, sad and wilted from the heat, and a rack of greeting cards. You scan through the cards quickly, your index and middle fingers moving over the cards one by one until you come across one with a drawing of a screw. The pun drawn on the card reads:

"I'd be so (screwed) without you!"

It makes you laugh, and you figure it's the best you're going to get, and given the nature of the DIY job Benny and you assume Frankie are about to embark on, you feel it's fitting.

Heading to the checkout, you greet the cashier with a polite smile, pay your total, and head back out into the blistering heat of the mid-summer afternoon.

Once you are back in the car, you carefully place the beer box on the passenger seat, making sure it's secure, before tossing your bag onto the floor. You rummage through the cluttered glove compartment, searching for a pen.

After a few moments of digging, you finally find one buried underneath a pile of papers. You take a deep breath and write a short note thanking Benny and Frankie for their help, signing it with your name.

"Thank you both so much for being such kind and considerate humans! Sorry about the card; it's the best I could find!"

The rest of the drive itself is uneventful, with only a few cars on the road, and you arrive at the address that Frankie gave you in no time. You turn onto a quiet street lined with tall trees, their leaves rustling in the light breeze. You slow to a crawl, turning the music down so you can see better, scanning the house numbers until you spot the one you're looking for.

As you pull up outside what you believe to be Benny's place, you take a moment to look around. The house is a large, two-story structure, painted a warm shade of yellow, with a well-manicured lawn and a long driveway leading up to the garage. Frankie's truck is parked in the driveway, confirming that you've arrived at the right place.

You take a deep breath, feeling yet another wave of nervousness wash over you. Meeting new people has always been a bit daunting for you, but you remind yourself that Benny is Frankie's friend and that he's doing you a favour. You turn off the car engine and step out, taking a moment to adjust your outfit and smooth down your hair.

You walk up to the front door, feeling a bit awkward as you ring the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door opens, revealing a tall, friendly-looking man in his late thirties. He smiles warmly at you, introducing himself as Benny, and invites you inside.

As you step inside, your eyes are immediately drawn to the tasteful decorations and modern furniture that adorn the interior of the house, which is just as impressive as the outside. Benny leads you to the living room, where Frankie is already waiting for you, a big grin spreading across his face as you enter the room.

He stands up from the couch and closes the distance between you in just two long strides. For a moment, he pauses, as if contemplating what to do next, but the hesitation disappears in an instant.

Frankie opens his arms and pulls you into the warmest, tightest bear hug you have ever received. You feel like he might crush you, but you don't mind at all. You wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze him back, feeling a sense of comfort and safety in his embrace.

The smell of him envelopes your senses—warm vanilla and cinnamon, and the mouthwatering scent of fresh sweat. It was so masculine but so homely and soft at the same time.

"It's good to see you again, Hermosa," he husks into your ear as he releases you from his hold.

You do your best to hide the shiver of pleasure that runs through you at the sound of his deep, gravelly voice.

"It's great to see you too, Frankie." "I can't thank you enough for this, really," you beam at him, feeling relieved that the introductions are over and you can relax a bit.

You don't really know what to do with yourself now that he has released you from his embrace. Standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room as the two men watch you, one is looking on with friendly curiosity. The other is roaming your figure as if he could devour you where you stand, regardless of who is present.

"That's a really pretty dress," Frankie murmurs, his eyes dark and his expression making your mouth go dry.

It causes a hot flush of blood to rush from your chest up your neck, colour your face deep red, and cause your eyes to drop to the floor. You hear one of them chuckle under their breath, and you're not sure which one it was. 

When you look up from the floor, Benny claps a hand on Frankie's shoulder and gives it a squeeze.

"Well, shall we have a look at your car, Y/N?" He suggested it, his lips drawn up into a friendly smile, a thick eyebrow arched in question.

"Yes, that sounds good, but before we do, I've got you guys something." You hesitated. Not wanting it to seem like anything more than what it was—a box of beer. You let out a breathy laugh as you looked on at their raised eyebrows before continuing, "It's nothing really; it's just a small thank you that I don't want getting warm in my car. I'll go grab it, and then we can get started!" You smile at them before making your way out of the living room and down the hall to the front door. Running a hand through your hair, you laugh again as you take in their confused expressions as they both follow you out to the driveway.

"Oh, I should probably move my truck so you can pull into the garage!" Frankie realises this as he notes your car parked on the curb just at the entrance to the driveway.

"Sure, no problem; I'll let you swing her out; you take my spot?" You proposed.

Frankie nods at you with a wide grin stretching across his face and allowing the dimple on his cheek to show. Benny chuckles and shakes his head, amused by your easy banter with each other.

Making your way to your car, unlocking it, and pulling the door open, you're greeted by a wave of heat that has accrued in the small space during the short time you've been in the house. You hop into the driver's seat and cringe internally at the loud roar the engine makes as you turn the key in the ignition.

As you pull onto the long, paved driveway, Benny stands just a foot in front of the moving vehicle. Walking backwards, he waves you forward, and once he is happy with the placement, he holds his hand palm forward, signalling you to stop. 

You can't stop the laugh that escapes you when you glance out of the window to see Benny's face pinched up as if he were in pain as he assesses the sounds coming from your car.

You put the car in park, turn the stiff window roller as hard as you can to crack the window a little, and climb out of the driver's seat, standing with your hand still holding onto the door.

"Is it bad that it made that noise before the accident?" You say this to Frankie as he walks up to stand beside you, taking the car door from your hand and gesturing for you to move out of the way so he can close the door for you.

As you make your way to the passenger side of your car, you grab the box of beer, resting it on your hip as you reach over to grab the card. You smile to yourself, feeling grateful for these two men who have come to your rescue. You may have only just met them, but already they feel like old friends. You feel at ease around them, and all of the nerves are beginning to melt away. Walking to meet Benny where he stood at the front of the car, shifting the beer box from your hip and holding it out to him.

"It's just a small thank you for sacrificing your Saturday to fix my dinosaur." You let out a breathy laugh, a little embarrassed at the state your car was in even before the accident. His eyes go wide, and he just stares at you open-mouthed. You begin to worry that you have offended him.

"I, um, I know it's not much, and of course I'm going to pay you! I just wanted...um, I'm sorry if you don't drink alcohol; I didn't think...I could get you something else." You stammer out, anxiety building in your chest.

You look over at Frankie, searching his face for any sign of annoyance or anger, but there is none to be found. He had his hand covering his mouth, trying and failing to hide his laughter as he took in his friend's expression. He quickly gives up and lets out a loud belly laugh.

"No, no, don't worry, I drink alright; I'm just surprised, is all! This is very kind, Y/N; you didn't have to go to all this trouble!" Benny reassures you with a laugh of his own.

Finally regaining control of his face, he drapes an arm around your shoulder loosely, standing side by side with you, watching Frankie try to regain his own composure.

"I haven't seen you that shocked in a long time, Ben." He chuckles breathlessly, placing a large hand on his soft belly.

"Alright, alright, enough laughing at my expense. "I like her fish," he says with a wag of his thick eyebrows.

You go crimson once more and try to hide your face, dropping your eyes to the floor as you giggle. Benny drops his arm from your shoulder as he dodges the bound-up rag Frankie has thrown in his direction.

"Hey! Watch the goods!" Gesturing to the precious cargo that is now safely housed under his left arm "I'll go throw these in the cooler; thanks again, Y/N!" he says gratefully.

He shoots you a goofy smile, and it reminds you of what Frankie had said to you on the phone earlier that morning: "He's like the human version of a golden retriever," and before you have time to stop it, a loud giggle is bursting past your lips.

You threw your hand up to cover the sound, but Frankie was already watching you. He raises an eyebrow, imploring you to explain your outburst.

"Something funny, Hermosa?" He grins at you, mischief dancing in his dark brown eyes.

"I was just remembering what you told me about Benny earlier." You chuckle, unconsciously closing the distance between you.

"Ah yes, I must remember to tell him about the tennis balls." He smirks down at you playfully, making you gasp incredulously.

"You wouldn't dare." You feign offence, and he takes it as a challenge.

"Oh, you bet I will." He winks at you, his dimple on full display as he reaches up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"Why do I get the feeling you're going to be the death of me?" you whisper through another laugh as you fight the urge to lean into his touch.

"Why do I get the feeling you're going to be the death of me?" you whisper through another laugh as you fight the urge to lean into his touch.

"Podra decirte lo mismo cariño," he husks, closing what little distance was left between you, your chests almost touching. The air around you turns to electricity; you can almost feel it sparking brightly as Frankie's gaze lingers on your face, his eyes dropping to your lips.

His hand comes up to stroke your cheek, and this time you don't stop yourself from leaning your face into his warm palm. His eyes are locked on yours, and your brain is screaming for him to kiss you. You have to make a conscious effort not to leap at him.

Just as he leans in towards you, Benny rounds the corner, and you both jump back instinctively, like two kids with their hands caught in the cookie jar. You glance at Frankie once more, and you're glad to see you aren't the only one looking flustered.

His face is beating red, and he is breathing heavier than before. It makes you grin to see him like this, all boyish charm and chagrin. Benny stops and looks first at you, then at Frankie, and back again, a knowing look spreading across his face.

"Sorry for interrupting the lovebirds, but we've got work to do." He chuckles, smirking at his friend and shooting a wink in your direction. As he walks past the two of you, Frankie nudges him with his shoulder, and the two start into a playful scrap, laughing loudly as you watch on, enjoying their easy banter.

The men return to their earlier assessments of your car, with Benny looking under the hood and Frankie lying on a creeper looking at the underside of the vehicle. You are perched on the side of the massive toolbox Benny had rolled out, filled with an impressive array of sockets and other tools you couldn't name.

You listened as they exchanged words like "injector seals" and "coolant leak," not really having a clue as to what they were talking about but happy to watch them at work. Frankie pushes the creeper out from under the car, the wheels rolling roughly against the cement flooring of the spacious garage.

"Okay, so it looks like it's pretty minor stuff needing repaired underneath. Benny, what's the damage like under the hood?" Frankie inquires as he rubs the dark, slippery grease that has made its way up his forarm on the faded old bandana he has tucked into the beltloop of his tan cargos.

Frankie joins Benny, and after listening and nodding intently to his friends' assessments, the two set to work on taking the parts that need mending or replacing out of the engine bay, speaking in "car and driver" lingo that goes over your head.

You can't help but steal glances at Frankie, his concentration focused on the task at hand, and you feel a flood of heat prickle over your skin at the way the muscles in his broad back flex and ripple under his shirt as he manuvers around the engine.

The sight of him covered in oily grime and the thin sheen of sweat covering any skin that was visible tightened the muscles low in your stomach. Suddenly, he looks up and catches you staring.

You freeze, caught in the act and feeling exposed under his intense gaze. For a moment, you feel embarrassed, but then he breaks into a grin and winks at you, making your heart skip.

"See something you like, Hermosa?" He teases, his voice low and playful. You feel your face flush even deeper as you try to stammer out a response, but no words come out.

Frankie chuckles, and the sound sends shivers tingling down your spine. "Relax, I'm just playing with you," he says, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

"Alright, I think we have everything we need to get this fixed up," Benny announced cheerfully.

"It should only take us a couple of hours," Frankie said confidently, and Benny nodded in agreement.

You stand in front of the pair, feeling a little useless. You don't really know anything about the inner workings of cars, only being able to do the basics like changing a flat tyre or filling up your washer fluid. You had watched as your dad worked on his car when you were younger but never really paid that much attention; usually you were talking his ear off about the latest school project or an album you had found that was new to you but well familiar to him.

"I don't think I'm going to be much help with this. But I can walk down to the store, and I could make sandwiches for lunch if you guys are hungry." You offer meekly, feeling bad for just standing there as they do the dirty work.

"That's really nice of you to offer, but you don't." Frankie begins but is cut off midsentence.

"No, she's right," Benny interjects, grinning at you. "We need our strength for the rest of the job; I might not make it through." He places the back of his hand against his forehead, pretending to faint.

"Really Ben?" Frankie sighs, throwing Benny an exasperated look. "What I was trying to say before I was rudely interrupted is, you don't need to make us lunch; I'm sure we can manage without." He rolls his eyes at his friend while shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, Hermosa, this one has no manners." Frankie apologises on Benny's behalf while playfully punching him in the bicep.

"No, honestly, it is the least I can do after you both gave up your Saturday for this heap of shit. I'll be back soon." You laugh along with them, gesturing to your car, which is now in pieces, placed into organised piles along the driveway. You head out of the open garage and sneak a quick look over your shoulder to see that Frankie is watching as you leave. You throw him a shy wave as you exit the driveway.

You can feel the sun beating down on your skin as you make your way down the road, and you can't help but think about Frankie. Your mind is filled with images of him covered in grease, his muscles flexing as he works on your car. You can't believe how attracted you are to him, and you can't shake the feeling that he feels the same way about you. If his flirting is anything to go by.

As you walk, you notice that this is a quiet side of town you rarely visit, and you're quite taken by its lazy charm. The storefronts are all old-fashioned, with large wooden signs hanging above the doors. You pass a few cafes and a bakery, all smelling of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries.

You make your way to the small grocery store at the end of the street and begin to pick out ingredients for sandwiches. As you walk up and down the aisles, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment. The world seems to be moving a little slower here, and it's a nice change of pace from the usual bustle of downtown. You finish up in the store and head back to Benny's with a spring in your step.

You can't quite explain how you're feeling, but it's like Frankie brings you out of yourself without even trying; you don't feel the need to change yourself or try to impress him; after all, he had seen how much of a dorky clutz you could be yesterday, so all hope of a cool and collected facade was well and truly gone.

You make your way back down the drive, the ingredients for lunch in a brown paper bag that you have nestled in the crook of your arm. When you arrive, Benny is still under the hood of your car, and Frankie is leaning his weight on his forearm resting on the propped-up bonnet next to him. They both look up as you approach, and Frankie straightens to take the bag from you.

"Thanks, Hermosa," he says with a smile. "You really didn't have to do this."

"I know," you say with a grin, "but I wanted to."

You watched for a few minutes as they set to work on the car once again, taking in the way they moved around each other. There's an obvious sense of familiarity between them—a closeness that only comes from years of friendship. You can't help but feel a little envious of their bond.

Lunch came together quickly, and you were happy to note that Benny kept his kitchen almost exactly the same way you kept your own at home. The chopping boards rested against the wall beside the cooker, and the knives rested in the knife block beside them.

Bringing the sandwiches out on a wooden chopping board, you set them on the toolbox and head to the back yard to grab three ice-cold beers from the cooler. You crack two open and hand one to Benny and the other to Frankie.

As he takes it from you, his large hand covers yours and lingers there. When you meet his eyes, he is smiling boyishly at you, his eyes crinkling at the sides, making your heart swell.

"Thank you, it looks delicious," he hums cheekily, his dark caramel eyes never leaving yours.

"You're welcome, good-looking," you stammer out breathlessly.

"Damn Y/N, this is a fucking good sandwich," Benny mumbles around a mouthful of deli meat. His cheeks puff out like a chipmonk as he closes his eyes to fully enjoy it.

"Are you gonna eat that or get it pregnant?" You laugh at him, and the loudest laugh bursts from beside you.

Frankie has beer dribbling down his chin as he doubles over, hands on his knees, one still holding the neck of his beer bottle. You have to resist the urge to lean down and lick it from his chin.

The boys eat lunch quickly, horsing down the sandwitches quicker than you thought possible. You're only through the first half of yours, and they're finishing off the chips you had set out with them.

"That really was delicious; thanks again, Y/N." Frankie purrs from his spot beside you, wiping the whiskers of his moustache as he stands to finish the work on your car. Leaving you giggling.

As the afternoon wears on, you reclaim your seat on the toolbox just outside the garage entrance and lean back against the pannels of the house, closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth as the sun beats down on your skin, warming you from the inside out, and the sound of tools clanking against metal and the radio playing 70s classic rock fills the air. It's a familiar and comforting sound, one that reminds you of lazy summer afternoons spent tinkering on cars with your dad.

You blink and open your eyes in confusion as the light dissapears, and you are met with Frankie standing in front of you, blocking the sun's glare, watching you with an intrigued expression.

"That's us all finished up, Hermosa, but would you come with me for a sec?" He asks nervously, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.

"Oh, okay, yeah sure," You smile up at him, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice, not wanting the afternoon to end.

Frankie gestures down the drive, and you fall in step beside him. His hands are shoved into the front pockets of his cargo pants, and something in his demeanour has changed; he is less confident, and in all honesty, you think he might be a little anxious.

You take a deep breath and mentally prepare yourself for the inevitable conversation that is about to take place. You were used to this, and it's why you don't date anymore. The "I'm not looking for anything serious",  "I'm not ready for a relationship," or, god forbid, the "It's not you, it's me" excuses drained you. You thought you and Frankie had a real connection, and today only solidified that thought, but you must have read it wrong. Deciding that it would save you both the awkwardness of the conversation, you stopped at the driver's door of his car.

"Look, Frankie I think I know what you're going to say, and honestly, it's fine. I had fun hanging out today, and I understand if you don't want to see me again; it's not as if this was a date." You tried to make light of it, but it came out sounding wrong, even sad.

"Oh god, no, no, that's not… I didn't mean." He takes a breath as he tries to search your eyes, only to find them glued to the floor. He places his index finger and thumb under your chin, forcing you to look at him before wetting his lips and continuing

"I'm sorry, Cariño, I didn't think how this would look; I just wanted a bit of privacy, that's all." "Benny's a nosey shit," he laughs low in his chest, his thumb pointing over his shoulder in his friend's direction.

"So you weren't about to tell me "This was fun and all, but"?" You question him in surprise.

"God, no, you think I would throw a chance like this away? Now it's my turn to be offended?" He chokes out, his hand resting over his heart in feigned offence.

"Well, I apologise; I'm not used to dealing with such a gentleman." You giggle, unable to contain the butterflies threatening to brim over.

"I accept your apology, mi señora, and as a token of my own apology, I got you these." He grins down at you. Opening the door of the truck, he reaches over to the passenger seat and retrieves a bouquet of flowers.

Frankie hands them to you, looking a little bashful, as you bring the flowers to your nose, inhaling their sweet scent deeply and committing it to your memory. They were stunning: bright yellow sunflowers framed with vibrant blue cornflowers with a foilage you had never seen before intricately woven through.

These were not the sad convenience store flowers you had seen on your journey this morning; these were hand-cut and arranged. He had gone to the trouble of going to an actual florist to get flowers for you. The thoughtfulness of the gesture made you want to cry; you can't remember the last time someone thought this much of you to go out of their way to do something so sweet.

"They are so beautiful, Frankie; no one has ever bought me flowers before, except my dad." This is the sweetest thing; thank you so, so much," you admit, trying your best to control the emotion in your voice.

"I'm glad you like them. I didn't know what flowers you liked, so I picked the sunflowers because they made me think of you." He admitted, shrugging his large shoulders sheepishly, "I also wanted to ask if you would like to have dinner with me?" He asks, his eyes intently watching you.

"I would like that very much." You beamed up at him, your nose falling back to the flowers once more. They smelled sweet and earthy at the same time, and you found yourself wishing you could bottle them up forever.

"What kind of food do you like?" Frankie asked, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

"I like everything, to be honest, but I really love Italian food!" you answer him with matched enthusiasm.

"Oh, that's perfect; there's a new Italian place down town; I think it's called the Chubby Cherub or something? We could try it if you'd like." Frankie inquired eagerly.

"I have actually been meaning to try that place; I've heard good things!" You gushed back.

"Perfect; it's a date," he murmurs with a lopsided smirk.

The two of you make your way back to the garage, where Benny is placing the remaining tools back in their original places. He beams as he watches you and Frankie amble down the long driveway, lost in conversation. It's been too long since he has seen Frankie so confident and comfortable around anyone but the guys.

"That's her all fixed up, Y/N; I would say good as new, but I honestly don't think that's possible at this point." Benny laughs as you approach him.

"Honestly Benny I can't thank you enough. You too, Frankie. I don't know what I would have done if it wasn't for you two!" You exclaimed before continuing, "How much do I owe you?"

You had pulled out of your little 'emergency' fund to pay for the repairs, but not sure how much you would need, you brought $300 with you, hoping that it would cover the cost of the labour and parts.

"Nah, you don't owe me anything; it's on the house," Benny states nonchalantly, dismissing your question with a wave of his hand.

You stare at him blankly; there is no way that you are leaving without paying him for the work. He and Frankie have spent all day on your car; it is late afternoon at this stage.

"No, no way, Benny, I'm paying you for this; I don't care what you say! You have spent all day working on it, and I can't let you—" You stammer, words coming out in an anxious rush, but he cuts you off before you can ramble further.

"Listen, I have spent a beautiful sunny Saturday doing what I enjoy, with good company and good tunes, and you even brought beer and made lunch, so we're even! I'm not taking your money!" He insists in a serious tone, leaving no room for argument.

You sigh heavily and turn to Frankie for help. "Can you please convince him to take my money? " You beg, sighing loudly in exasperation.

"I have to say, I agree with Ben here, Hermosa." He laughs, his hands coming up to rest on his narrow hips. "I'm afraid you're outnumbered on this one. Plus, they were really great sandwiches.

You can't help the laugh that escapes yyou,and you let out a quite grown laugh whilst rubbing your forehead, trying to comprehend their genorosity. Why were they being so nice? They barely knew you, and you know that work like this would cost you a couple hundred if you took it to a body shop.

Eventually you admit defeat as Benny walks over and drapes his arm loosely over your shoulder, just as he had earlier, with a smug grin and a "You're not going to win this battle, you know that right?"

You suggest that if the three of you hang out again, the beers are on you to even out the playing field, and he reluctantly agrees, as Frankie watches on, enjoying how easily you have gelled with his best friend.

The three of you sat in the backyard, enjoying a cold beer, as the sun started to dip below the horizon. It was much more pleasant sitting here on the little deck, covered by shade from a tall dogwood tree whose branches loomed over the fence and swayed slightly with the gentle breeze. The air is warm, and the soft glow of string lights above adds to the relaxed atmosphere. You lean back in your chair and take a sip of your beer, feeling content.

"So, Y/N," Benny says, breaking the comfortable silence, "tell us a little bit about yourself." "Are you from Florida?"

"No, I'm from Columbus, Ohio, originally, but I moved here for work, and I didn't have much of a reason to go back home, so I just decided to stay." You tell them honestly.

Frankie was listening intently, his elbows resting on his knees as he was unconsciously leaning towards you. He was absentmindedly peeling the label of the beer bottle, lost in thought.

Benny nods, taking a swig of his beer. "What about your family? Are you close with them?"

You hesitate for a moment before answering, "That's kind of why I didn't have a reason to go home; I actually don't have much family left. My parents passed away a few years ago, and I don't have any siblings. But I have a few close friends who feel like family to me."

There's a moment of quiet before Frankie speaks up. "That must have been really hard; I'm sorry you had to go through that." His voice was low and thick with sincerity.

Benny continued his questioning: "What did you do for work? What do you like to do in your free time? Until Frankie interupted him.

"Okay, I think that's enough questions for one night, Ben." He laughs, flicking the brim of his friend's cap. "I think we should probably get going if we want to get a table Y or N," he urges.

"Yeah, you're probably right. It was great to meet you, Benny. Thank you so much again for fixing my little rust bucket. I promise not to run into any more trucks." You chuckle and shoot a wink in Frankie's direction, making him grin.

"The pleasure was all mine, sunshine!" He beams at you, thowing his arms around you in a bear hug. He really is just a big puppy dog; his smile was infectious, and as you hugged him back, you felt a bit nostalgic for the brotherly bond you never had but hoped that you could have it with Benny.

After the boys say their goodbyes, Frankie follows you back to your house in the truck, so you can leave your car behind. You climb out of the car and walk to the end of your short driveway, where he is waiting. He rolls his window down as you come to a stop at his driver's side door.

"I'm just going to quickly freshen up a bit; you're more than welcome to come in while you wait." You smile at him sweetly.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he murmurs as he turns the ignition off and unbuckles his seatbelt. You step back as he steps out of the truck and comes to stand beside you.

You nervously run your hand through your hair as the realisation hits that Frankie is going to be in your house. Pushing that thought to the back of your mind, you glance up to find him watching you intently. You both share a nervous giggle and head towards the front door.

You push the key into the lock with shaking fingers, wondering why you are suddenly so nervous. You have spent the entire day with this man, but now that you no longer have Benny as a buffer, the electricity returns in full force.

It sends sparks across your skin at his close proximity; you can feel the heat rolling down his chest as he stands just behind you. You open the door and flick on the lamp on the side table, gesturing for him to come inside.

You walk further down the hall, flipping lights on as you go, and you notice that Frankie is not following you; instead, he is lingering in the hallway by the front door. His hand coming up to take home at the back of his neck—you noticed throughout the day that it's something he does when he's nervous, and it's endearing.

"You don't have to wait in the hallway, you know; make yourself at home; I'll be right back." You encourage him as you head through the kitchen and down the hall to your bedroom.

You head into your bathroom and stand in front of the sink, taking in your reflection for the first time since you left the house this morning. You were thankful that your makeup seemed to be holding up. You quickly top up your powder, brush your teeth, and reapply your lip balm before heading back into your bedroom.

You decide to ditch the sneakers and opt for a cute pair of sky blue high-heeled sandals. They take your outfit up a level, and you figure they are more appropriate for the restaurant you are heading to.

Tearing a brush through your hair and giving yourself a last once-over in the full-length mirror, you head back down the hallway in search of Frankie. You find him perched on one of the benches at your dining room table, in the corner of the kitchen, running his large hand back and forth along the smooth oak table top.

As your eyes land on him, you watch as his gaze starts at your feet, slowly raking up your body until he meets your eyes. His expression is dark and hungry. You both stare at each other in silence, and the electricity is back crackling like a live wire in the space between your bodies, and you know Frankie feels it by the way his grip on the table tightens, knuckles turning bone white as he fights to keep himself in place.

He stands from his seat at the table, slowly closing the distance between you. He reaches up and strokes from your temple to your jaw, allowing his touch to linger there.

"I love that dress baby, and those are some very pretty shoes." He growls, and his voice and gaze set a fire low in your belly; the flames lick wildly up your limbs, making you lightheaded. Were you even breathing right now?

Right now, you couldn't care less about the restaurant, about the fact you had just met this man, or about the preconception that sex on the first date—or in this case, before the first date—was frowned upon. Your mind was racing; all you wanted, no, needed, was for Frankie to rip your dress off, bend you over that table, and make you his.

"Are you ready, Hermosa?" He husks quitely, pulling you from your lewd thoughts.

"What?" You all but gasp in response, embarrassed by your breathlessness. You hadn't even heard what he had said; you need to get a grip on yourself.

"I asked if you were ready to go." He chuckles quietly; he's standing so close that you can feel it vibrating through his chest.

"Um yes, yes, I'm ready to go. Sorry." You say it through a breathy laugh of your own.

You and Frankie hop into his truck, headed to the cosy Italian restaurant down town. As he starts the car, you notice the music playing in the background and lean forward to turn the dial up.

His phone is connected to the Bluetooth, and from the speakers croons the voice of Don Henley. The song that is playing in contrast to your close encounter in your kitchen makes you blush a deep crimson.

"One of these nights,

One of these crazy old nights,

We're gonna find out, pretty mama,

What turns on your lights,"

As you drive through the quiet streets, you catch Frankie stealing glances at you every now and then, his dark eyes darting away whenever you meet his gaze. You can feel the tension building between you two, and he can feel it too.

"I'm really glad you said yes to dinner," he says, his voice low and husky, a small smile playing on his lips.

You feel a shiver run down your spine at the sound of his voice: "I'm really glad you asked me to join you." You purred back at him, matching his smile.

As you approach a red light, Frankie reaches over to your lap and takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. You feel a jolt of electricity run through your body at his touch, and you can't help but lean in a little closer.

"I've been wanting to do that all day," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

You feel your cheeks flush with heat as you turn to face him. His caramel eyes are intense as they lock onto yours. You can feel the chemistry between you two building, and you know that this dinner is going to be a night to remember.

[nolanel-corbeaux]

Nolanel Corbeaux | Basics |

Hello! Thank you to everyone for tagging me in this! It has been surprisingly difficult to finish, but I feel I know him even more myself. For one, I actually have the names of his parents written down now (they are not relevant to his story, at least not yet).

Anyways, yeah! I hope you enjoy my dear boy :)

B A S I C S

Name: Nolanel Corbeaux

Nicknames: Nol, hired help

Age: 36

Nameday: 1st Sun of the Sixth Astral Moon

Race: Duskwight Elezen

Gender: CIS Male (he/him)

Orientation: Pansexual

Profession: Sharlayan Researcher, Archon, budding Paladin

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: A deep black with grey-white highlights

Eyes: Seafoam Green

Skin: Gray-blue with a slight reddish hue

Tattoos/scars: Archon tattoo on his right cheek, small scar on his left.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Vaullinne Corbeaux (mother), Glenont Corbeaux (father)

Siblings: None

Grandparents: Unknown

In-laws and Other: His wonderful partners Yein Que-Sae and Derrinall Evramont, along with their adoptive fae daughter Dinky Dinky.

Pets: An adoptive skink by the name of Bookmark and a new crow familiar given to him by Yein's hag brother Sacheo that he gave the name of Inkwell.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Proficient in the growing academic field of Dynamis, fledgling Paladin abilities, slight sensitivity to emotions, research and note-taking.

Hobbies: Reading, writing, cooking, dancing, petting skink, book collecting.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: He embraces those around them and shares their burdens, wanting to be a positive light in those he cares for.

Most Negative Trait: Being a researcher from Sharlayan, and an Archon to boot, can have the downside of being slightly insufferable once he starts jabbering on a topic he is quite familiar with. I like to think he's getting better these days!

L I K E S

Colors: Blues and greens

Smells: Pages of a book, warm summers night, floral scents

Textures: Soft hands being worn from recent labor, smile lines that enhance his mouth, and new muscle gained recently.

Drinks: He loves his cool juice and hot teas, but also enjoys a nice whisky (not spicy please).

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Nope!

Drinks: Yes, to enjoy with fine company.

Drugs: He would start to say no, but then remember he enjoyed this funky mushroom once.

Mount Issuance: He has never ridden a mount by himself! He would probably fall of the poor creature anytime he tried.

Been Arrested: No, but he has been given a stern talking to by professors in Sharlayan before. Does that count?

Thank you for reading! Now to tag some friends to try this out themselves...

I tag YOU! I want to learn all of this about all of your characters!

[panzershrike-pretz]

Hey Pretz!! 2, 14, and 25 for the HBO War fandom positivity ask game please 💙

Zim zam, Lou!

2. Who are some of your fav creators/mutuals?

You put me in a situation right here 😭 I hate having to choose because I just love everyone and don't like leaving people out xD BUT, if i do really have to choose i'd go with @next-autopsy and @malarkgirlypop because of their fics! I don't keep up with a lot of reading so I only really know their works, and i absolutely FUCKING LOVE THEM!!!! And @sweetxvanixlla because oh my god. Those moodboards. I get the feelings. Also, @samwinchesterslostshoe because drawings. OH MY GOD THAT IS INSANE. Love my boy Antonio Julian Spiegeon.

I actually just want to tag everyone because I just love them and their stuff, tbh, but decided to go with a top 4 for now. If you are my mutual and is seeing this, I ALSO LOVE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU DO WANT TO HUG YOU AND KISS YOU ON THE FOREHEAD DON'T FEEL LEFT OUT.

14. Your fave underrated character?

Lou why are you so mean to me. W h y. I'm just here like- dying. Cannot choose. Will be letting you down 9n this one xD it's been too long since I last saw BoB and I can't remember right now who's more underrated, so I don't feel in a good enough position to choose from :'].

25. What colors do your mutuals remind you of?

Ok. Starting up with you, @luckynumber4, definetely dark or navy blue. I think it's because of your blog aesthetic but really, the url also fits and I love it.

@next-autopsy is emerald green. It's the color she uses on her fic and I cannot see Nex without thinking of that color anymore.

@xxluckystrike i think you remind me of gold. Like, golden flower fields; your personality definetely makes me think of that.

@malarkgirlypop is seafoam OR pink (that really strong one almost radioactive.) The seafom is because it simply fits her so fucking well??? Goes amazingly with her hair too. And the pink is because of her personality. She's just so radiant and catches your attentionwithouteven trying. Love it.

@land-sh is definetely wine. Yes its because of the blog. Fight me.

@sweetxvanixlla is this color: 🩵. Its an emoji she always uses and I cannot see this color anymore and not think of her; just amazing.

@georgieluz is lavander. That's it. He makes me think of it and I love that.

@footprintsinthesxnd is moss green. Idk but just gives ne the vibes; I think its simply so pretty and a not very appreciated color (yeah this is a call out. Everyone should appreciate Jess a lot. Love her.)

@coco-bean-1218 is light pink. Mostly because of her old pfp, but also because she seems soft and is so very kind! Light pink fits her a lot.

@whollyjoly is orange, mostly because that flower crown in her pfp always catches my eye (i fucking love that holy shit).

@mads-weasley is also orange. Based in vibes alone. Love u.

@iceman-kazansky is ice blue or white, they remind me of winter (i guess its because of the Gene pfp?? Idk) and I simoky love the feels.

@bucky32557038ww2 is salmon. Its a calm and good lookung color; it brings ne good feelings and I think it definetely fits you!

@holdingforgeneralhugs you. You are a hard one?? But like... your name makes me think of violet. That or any shade of purple, really.

@thewayisset is white. Its simple, i know, and its also heavily inspired on the pfp, but I just feel like white suits you.

@samwinchesterslostshoe is gray-ish red, because of the pfp on the discord group. I think its a pretty color that suits you :].

I am sure i forgot about some people but i really tried here xD I got the most my brain would let me and I think that's fair KEKEKEKEK

[factual-fantasy]

26 ASKS!! :DD THANK U VERY MUCH!!🎨

Well that wouldn't be a good thing to do- Its very well known that I don't like fanart of my works..

If you wanna show that you like Bibi, just leave a comment please!

Seriously ya'll, just comments. Reblogs, tags, asks.. what ever form they may take. All I look forward to when posting artwork is reading all the responses. 👍

@solst1ce-sketches

WAAAHGAGAG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! 😭😭💖💖💖😭💖

@luna-purple454

Oh they're both fine! :0 Other than some angst ideas I had for them-- they're both still alive and well XD I just haven't drawn them in a while :/

@minnesotamedic186

I can hardly wait! :DDD (And yes you can XD)

@butterbreadsworld

Sorry, I don't take requests. Thank you though!! :}}

@i-v-y67

Blackmail XDD

@samcat2

I still like transformers! Though I'm not really interested in drawing it atm.. thank you though!! :DD

(Post in question)

XDDD fr tho--

:DD Thank youuu!! :}}}

@kiinther

XDD Blue is too big for that too! Though Seafoam might be able to give her a little peck on the cheek 👀 if either of them would just confess their feelings already <XDD

I know, and I hate all of it. :(

Also thank you so much! :DD

I was thinking that they're kind'a a cross between the two.

They pillage and raid other ships, but they don't normally go for "innocent" ships.. if they attack anyone, its usually other rotten pirates or slave ships maybe? "Bad" ships I guess you could say-

As for the voice claims. If like you explained- you happen upon an OC of mine and think "HE LOOKES LIKE HE SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THAT OTHER GUY" Then feel free to send it on over to me! :DD

But don't go out of your way to find voice claims for my characters as a gift or a form of fanart. Remember! All I really want is comments. Engagement with my work means everything to me! <:)

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDD I'm so glad you like him!! :}} And that head injury was kind'a just a pose prompt. Though I might slap some lore on it and make it canon! :00

As for Papyrus.. its complicated.

Papyrus had accepted long ago that Sans and all his friends were gone. And that he was never going to see them again.. It really hurt. And it took him a very long time to accept that fact. But he did. He knows in his soul that his true brother is gone..

That didn't make seeing "Sans" again any less painful though. He probably saw a Sans through the trees in a new Snowdin. Man, I cant imagine how he felt.

The whole multiverse thing was explained to him by Frisk. He knows that's not his Sans. He knows its not him. But gosh. Its been so long since he's seen his brothers smile. What he would give to hear one of his silly puns again. What he would give to hear his voice.. to just.. to hug him one last time..

Frisk would grab Papyrus' hand, "Papyrus.. we need to go.. please, common.."

Seeing the other Papyrus walk into view and begin talking to that Sans.. He recollects himself. Its not him. Sans is gone. He's been gone for a very long time..

With tears streaming down his face, he would find the strength to grip Frisk's hand.. and turn away.

It never gets easier..

@jesterpiecethejester

Sorry, I don't take drawing requests! Plus the crews already pretty full as it is- <XDD

@bunny-coffee

I didn't intend to ever draw Frank and Eddie in a romantic light.. becuase yeah like you said, I just don't really like ships. Or honestly any romantic content that isn't my own OCs. Idk I just don't really enjoy drawing it--

But that's kind'a what I feared about the Welcome Home fandom if I'm being honest. I felt like people were really protective over Eddie and Frank. And if I revealed that I wasn't interested in drawing them as an item, canon or not? I felt like I would get a loooot of backlash.

But hey, I found a loophole. Just don't draw them together and there wont be any drama! :D It sucks though becuase Frank is a big part of Eddies lore and all his flashback shenanigans-

(Also thank you! :DD )

@beryl-shade

Oh! No no, its just made of seafoam! :0 Though whipped cream would make sense because he's a cookie- <XD

I do??

Huh.. I guess I do don't I..

What do I do with that power--

@sparkdrawsstuff

Well the strongest would be Blue Beauty by far- but looking at the smaller cookies? I think Seafoam is probably the strongest. But that's mostly due to him being so big. He's the biggest cookie on the crew and most of his strength just comes from packing more weight to his punch.

Though another toughy on the ship would be Louis. He may not be very big. But boy that crab arm? He has a grip strong enough to break cookies in half. And enough upper body strength to take your pieces and chuck em overboard--- 💀💀💀I wouldn't mess with either of them tbh--

As for the bounty.. that's a good question. :0 I wanna say Seafoam because he's the Captain an all.. but I really like the idea of Cuttlefish having this dark past and a surprisingly huge bounty over her head- 👀👀

@wilmawillow

<XD I think you might have got those two words switched around. I don't take drawing requests! But I've considered going back to some old artwork and redrawing them in my updated style.. 👀👀

@danikoshi

Not really.. :( There have been times in the past where I have asked for drawing ideas/requests when I was feeling low. But now a days I have plenty of ideas to draw so I don't need to do that anymore-

And to be totally honest, when someone says "Hey draw this thing for me." It just makes me go-

@astaherussy

You can find all the lore you need about Papyrus in this ask post! Just scroll down a bit and you'll find all the links and a bonus paragraph <XD

As for the tags. If you wanna see my AU with Jevil and the gang, you can find that under my #deltarune tag. They're also tagged under #Undertale but that will also bring up my Refinedtale AU and other au stuff-- :00

As for the Octonauts question, bro I EAT questions like these! :DD

Its a very interesting prompt. Usually we think of Captain Barnacles as very level headed and calm. He seems like one to bounce back from any situation and keep leading the team no problem. But man. After something like that? That's gotta scare him to his core.

I can see Barnacles being more tense and not wanting any of the crew to stray too far from him or the Octopod. I can imagine that he would give Kwazii a lot of time to recover, a lot more than he actually needs. And maybe even going as far to forbid him from going on certain missions.

But after a little time and maybe a talk with Kwazii. I'm sure both Kwazii and the Captain would recover from the experience and continue on as normal.

(Also thank you! I hope this response was along the lines of what you were hoping for-- :00 )

I pictured it being like really dense soap bubbles. They smell nice and can be picked off his coat or head. But if you jumped on his coat foam you wouldn't sink through. It would be like a big cushion that you could sit on top of. If that makes sense?? <XDD

@danman22ful

Out my OCs? Probably Seafoam 🥺

Out of the game cookies? Uhhhm.. well, I don't really know/remember any of the characters.. But Tea Knight cookie looks really cool! :0 He gives me major Reinhardt vibes :))

Thank you so much!!!! :DDD

@insanityislife101 (I couldn't find the post in question :((( )

Oh fr??? Cool! He was in character after all! :DD