#Fran Val

[your-francismusic]

(Fran Val)

[flashygirlfromflushing]

The Nanny (1993–1999)

[bobbiflekmann]

[laun-sina]

FRAN X C.C. || JUST BECAUSE - Lizzy McAlpine I know things that you don't know All my thoughts I'll never show Not because I'm unprepared Not because I'm somewhat scared Just because I love you AAAA this is a rather long edit but it makes my heart happy to make this for them :"> just because is a song i've associated with them for so long and i'm happy to finally make a video to it after so long. just the thought of them dancing around each other knowing that they harbor feelings for the other without saying anything (i know things that you don't know) is just GAH someone write a fic about this please uewihfksdj anyway, i hope you guys like this little video, enjoy! <3 disclaimer: i do not own any of the clips used in the video. the video is made for entertainment purposes only, no copyright infringement is intended. all rights belong to the nanny. :> audio credits: lizzy mcalpine

[jwooyoung]

him ♡

[fandominstability]

And if I said I wanna write a Fran/Val fic? Then what?

[sayingitwithgifs]

[incorrectthenanny]

Niles: ...And of course Miss Babcock was there, looking at everyone with her beautiful eyes...

Val: Why is he talking about Miss Babcock?

Fran: I don't know. I asked him about the weather and we're here now.

[princemick]

I should make a little list of what mutuals want what drivers send to them

[thisbibliomaniac]

The thing I hate most about myself is that I cannot do Fran Drescher's accent

[your-francismusic]

(Fran Val)

[miyamoratsumuu]

ur moodboards/aesthetic thing was so lovely :(( it reminded me of this really old work i posted and now im nostalgic (it's only two years old 😭😭😭)

but it was really so pretty :((

VAL DARLING U'RE TOO SWEET AAAAHH TY TY, I was seriously stressing out about if the colors of the pictures looked good together in each thingy and stuff 😭

I could relate tho, if I remember or recall something from not more than three years ago it's ✨nostalgic✨

I ACTUALLY GOT INSPIRED BY A POST SIMILAR TO WHAT I MADE THAT WAS FROM 2021??? :0

TYSM AKDBAJSVHA, your whole soul and personality is pretty, luvs<3

[bobbiflekmann]

made some for the best best friend in the history of bestfriendism ever, Val Toriello

[hetchdrive]

wrote 500 words! will i continue? will i keep them even if i continue? who knows!

Valentine was not the name that had been given to her at birth. She had taken the name several years after her death, when it became apparent that she was not going to be able to remain in Ostia. All the years she’d lived there clung to her like a shroud.

Part of it was the way people sometimes looked at her. They’d pass her in the street and stare just a moment too long, before shaking their heads and hurrying on. Valentine could feel their almost-recollection of seeing a face that was not quite her living face, not any longer. Later, much later, she’d study her features in computer screens and phone cameras, trying catch it, to see what they saw. That glimmer of recognition turning dull. But by the time it was an option, she’d long since forgotten what she used to look like.

No, the primary motivator in leaving the town where she’d lived and died was the uncomfortable consciousness of time passing there. She’d turn a corner and realize a taverna that she’d visited with her parents was gone, had been gone for years, and she was just now noticing and thinking to question exactly when. The town grew around her, like a living thing, and she knew if she stayed there she would turn around one day and none of it would be familiar.

So she left. She followed the river to Rome, figuring she would come back when the Ostia she knew had vanished.

Several hundred years later, she’d returned to ruins.

Not even the river remained.

Not even the sea.

The Tiber had changed course, stranding the port city inland. Burying it. Ostia’s corpse grew trees, great towering things that stood for centuries and made it, at last, as unchanging as Valentine.

Valentine hadn’t intended to buy the house. She’d realized long ago that she wasn’t one who could settle back and watch the world go by through the window indefinitely. She’d known vampires who did, of course; during the early middle ages she’d belonged to a coven called the Sisters of Mercy. Their abbey burned down twice during the four decades Valentine had lived there, and both times the Mother Superior had brushed it off and set to work rebuilding it back the same way it had been before. Valentine adopted a cat and named it Lucretia in her honor when she’d been in the house for a year.

Actually, the cat had been Fran’s idea. Women who lived together kept cats, Fran had insisted, and Valentine had shrugged and let her bring it home from the animal shelter where she worked. It gave her something to look after that didn’t have to be chained up in the basement.

Fran was the type who took in strays. It was why they needed the house. It was hard to coax a young werewolf through their pubescent transformations when one had to worry about things like the security deposit or the downstairs neighbors complaining about blood leaking through their ceiling.

[imgonzoingrightnow]

Here are some drawings of the girls from the nanny cause I’m experiencing the craziest hyperfix rn

me, incorrect: everyone is probably sick of me drawing this character by now...

my inner voice, wise: ah, but this cannot be... because I am part of "everyone"... and until I am sick of drawing them... it will not be everyone

me, opening a new blank canvas: ur so right

[demonsteapot]

also gotta post the full version (should probably make a version in two halves so you can actually see them lol)