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"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.

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What’s your “serial killer trait” that (hypothetically) would make everyone say, “We should’ve known”?

idk if this ask is for frankie or for me, so i'm gonna give you both. my serial killer trait is that i will share 6 of those overly positive "your life will be great because you are great, your life will be wonderful because you are wonderful" type messages on my instagram story per day and be equally touched by every one of them i see. 💀 frankie's serial killer trait is that she prefers light mode on EVERYTHING.

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frankie isn't immune to the sweet treat pushing, red and pink aesthetic of valentine's day. of course a lonely bitch loves the holiday that celebrates love. she works on valentine's day because she works all holidays the club is open, she's a singular person and other people have their families to spend time with and they should do that. she'd never outright say that if ever asked though and instead hit you with a, "people tip better on holidays." which is sometimes true and sometimes not. anyway, my point is that frankie loves valentines day in whatever shape it takes form in her life. galentines day? romantic evenings with romantic partners? even if a random patron at the club asked her to have a 5 star dinner with them? she's there. a warning though: if you end up coming to her place, you are obligated to eat exactly one bite of whatever butchered pastry she's made. god speed.

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@tocook: YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT?

       it’s a black eye. shining an unusually bright, sickly yellow beneath the dirty hues of the club lights. her concealer is too white and it amplifies the differentness of the one spot of skin she wants to hide. frankie is far removed from the girlish embarrassment of naked shame and this taste of guilt has been heavily stewed in her gut right beside the liquor she’s used to dull the leftover ache of a fist, an unfinished conversation.    ( her face is bruised, but her knuckles are too. her knuckles are too. )     it’s guilt for the pity that’s been directed her way since she clocked in, guilt for the condolence laced looks she’s been tossed all day. guilt for the knowledge that someone, someones, feel sorry for her. every dollar bill offered with a lingering glance to her face, given with a side of empathetic consolation. it’s an unwanted worry for her when she’s fine in a way that drifts closer to ruptured acceptance of circumstance and further from genuine joy, but is still fine all the same. there are other lives she could be living, this is the one she chose. no pity needed for that.

       ❛   you want another drink?  i’ve got—   ❜    cash: wads of ones and fives crumpled into a silky wristlet up on the bar between them. dancers drink for free; dudes pay twice the price. and the more drinks your customers buy, the less you have to tip out the dj and bouncer at the end of the night. but the figure next to her is familiar, it doesn’t matter how much money he spends tonight. today. whatever time it is. a door opens across the club, a hint of something sneaks in. just a flash in the corner of her eye. could be sunlight, could be a flicker of the dull moth ringed lights outside. they get inside on accident sometimes, distracted by something bright, blind to the rest of their surroundings. she finds them later on, dead. wings bleached by their proximity to luminosity. that’s how she feels right now, like she’s dragging some atrophied part of herself along toward a fluorescent end.

       so, she ignores his question. shirks whatever commiseration he might offer her and swivels her body on the bar stool to face him fully. it feels good to smile because she wants to, like she’s stretching out a neglected muscle.    ❛   or we could go somewhere else,   ❜    anywhere, anywhere, anywhere— the thought beats like a pulse, out of rhythm with the way she tries to still the fidgety shake of her knee.    ❛   i’m fucking hungry.   ❜

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7:21 and i am home, kids (cats) are fed and medicated, dune 2 soundtrack in the bg, lab problem at work solved- i may survive!!! i am eating a little snack and then sitting down to shoot out some messages.

i just have to make it to 6pm and i'll be off of work for 5 days 😭🔫💀

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i just have to make it to 6pm and i'll be off of work for 5 days 😭🔫💀

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i genuinely can't remember if i've ever tossed this thought onto the dash before, but frankie is what i would call a soft top. this is based off of the stereotype that people who enjoy being sexually dominant behave that way in all aspects of their life. frankie isn't imperious or overly controlling in most of her day to day interactions and though she has the capability to conduct herself that way and often enjoys being a decision maker in her relationships (romantic or other), her usual baseline is agreeable and laid-back. unfortunately, because of her drug use, her "true" self is often skewed by her use of sedating substances. that plays a large part in her coming off as easygoing and malleable. i do think that she would show those traits even without the drugs, but they definitely amplify that ethos. when it comes to sex, frankie prefers to be the one in control. but that's a really broad simplification of her inclinations and of course the intricacies of her encounters and partners differ wildly. the tldr is; likes to top/be dominant with her partners, probably comes off as someone that is submissive in the sack.

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i am REALLY going to try to write this weekend. i think it'll be sorta therapeutic for me. so, that being said, please like this if you are interested in a short starter. probably a paragraph's length at max. ✨

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you get to see messy, bedhead frankie. wyd?

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women who are going nowhere in life i love you with all my heart

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— Traci Brimhall, “Chthonic Lullaby”, from Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod

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something something about how every touch for frankie is incredibly personal and important and intimate vs sex being a very casual thing for her. there is also something to be said about how she clings to any sort of physical touch in most scenarios, but she is quick to leave or kick someone out after sex.

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