#and fran (my daughter)

[sodastyx]

been thinkign about fran bow once more

[proosh]

do you have any ocs for frapru lovechildren, and can you tell us about them? i can't stop thinking about pregnant Gil, that's it, you've successfully converted me

welcome to the club, comrade! the secret is that any oc can be a frapru lovechild with enough abstraction and alternate universes :D eternal shout-out to @grapeshxt for being my partner in crime for cooking up a stupid number of kids for them. it should be noted that I'm very flexible with these ocs and both Grape and I are prone to swapping their parents around according to what the plot/scene/idea demands, so there's not really a strict 'canon' for them, I hope that makes sense <3 Anyway, in no particular order:

Honourable mention: Ludwig's father is an intentional unknown, but Francis believes he is the boy's sire on some kind of metaphysical level. Don't worry about it!

Petra: Saarland. Born somewhere around the Versailles Treaty after WW1. Small and industrious. Speaks a dialect of Rhine Franconian that gives Gil a headache to try and understand. At the centre of one of the most catastrophic custody battles of the 20th century.

Honourable mention: Ilya, Kaliningrad, was born in 1946. I will let you do the math on the implications of that. Fran is not the father but he is the father who stepped up. Cute kid, likes his sciences. In AUs where he's sired by Fran his name is Élie.

Isabella ("Isa") and Martin: Lorraine Moselle and Alsace, twins. Isa's got dark hair and green eyes which confuses everyone until Gilbert reminds them that Tolys is her uncle/it's the Baltic blood, lmao. Isa is a baby goth and Martin is, to their parents' despair, Catholic.

Alix: She doesn't really represent anything because she exists to be a Gaulish throwback with red hair and to be a little spitfire, bless her soul.

There are a few others that exist in various forms but these ones tend to be the most fleshed out <3

[yuri-is-online]

Some of the fate designs make me so angry i briefly think maybe some people do deserve to get boiled alive by a witch in a gingerbread house till my morals catch up to me to put me in check. WHAT DO YOU MEAN I COULDA HAD AN ICE QUEEN GORGEOUS WU ZETIAN INSTEAD 😭

At least there's Florence Nightingale. (I would do anything for her)

The reddit would tell you that "no you couldn't have had that because the manga and game artist aren't the same and blah blah blah blah" WE COULD HAVE HAD ICE EMPRESS WU. IT IS WHAT SHE DESERVES SHE IS SUCH A BOSS ASS BITCH IF YOU READ HER HISTORY. SHE DESERVED BETTER

And same about Nightingale. The day they updated her animations to include chucking a hospital bed at people was peak fgo.

... I am a basic bitch so Carmilla is my favorite girl. She was my four star I started the game with I lob her so much

step on me please ma'm I swear I will be so good (╯˘ -˘ )╯

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[clonerightsagenda]

Read the Mary backstory short and Frances Healy went "it's gauche to have our babysitter dead in a ditch, let's bury her in the backyard with the rest of the bodies instead"

[twcfaces]

I actually use Fran Bow's 'Duotine' as a name for one of the medications he's supposed to be taking.

For the name. Because duo-

[xxplastic-cubexx]

that pic of Charles in the Christmas sweater

brain got a thinking on who made it

The hubby <3

THE FAM THE HUBBY THE KITTY !!!!!!! LOVE !!!!!!

[watery21]

Avalon and Fran

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

🔊🧿🙏🏾

i dream of living within walking distance of a secondhand bookstore, a quiet café, and a river to sit at with my book and my coffee

[findingpeaceinconnection-blog]

My mother's guilt

I want to help. I do. But then i'm just part of the cycle. it's not fair.

The cycle is ending with me. In my home we do equal work. He cooks I wash up. We both clean. We ask the other to help or to pull their weight. It's even.

Yet I come home and it's just you. I want you to be able to relax to have food made for you, to have the chores done so you can relax after work. Yet no one does. I want to help lighten your load. But I don't live here why should I wash my father's pants and my brothers hoody. Why can't they see how much work you do. My sister is new to womanhood. She has not yet learned the guilt. How can she not see how tired you are. How can she just ignore it.

My dad loves my Mum. But he's tired after work and just wants to relax. Why doesn't he lighten her load. My partner does for me. It's not hard to love someone so much you want to make their life easier. So how can he not.

So i'll help. Because I see you need a break. Because you ask for my help. But I can't stay here doing the work of three kids. You deserve better. But so do I.

[lunedaepenid]

net.flix genuinely made a mistake giving me this girlie for 0.5 seconds in canon bc my brain hasn't been normal since

[theshelledonespods]

there was such a fascinating potential arc with Wings Good and how soon as s1 ends all of our good players (a bunch of standout rookies) get SNIPED. And then blaseball died.

god the coronation era was shaping up to be so compelling. why did blaseball have to die

[chunniwritesalot]

mrs. alonso - fa14 smau - part 2

i jut cant help myself chat

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 a

cw: nothing really! none of the photos used except the one below this is mine! all of them are from pinterest

fernando and y/n have been married for 18 years now, but their love has been the same since they met 26 years ago.

information: spanish speaking! reader, fem! reader, you have 2 daughters- one is 18 and one is 5. you and claire ann stroll are best friends! this is really just how i see old people using social medias 😭

Francesca or Fran is your OLDER daughter and Rubi is your YOUNGER daughter.

(in the tweets it was y/o/d which stood for your older daughter but i ultimately decided to name the kids just so it was a little easier for me! i don’t feel like changing the tweets so…)

-start-

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"mama!" fran called out as she walked downstairs into the kitchen. rubi was doing her homework at the counter as fernando and y/n cooked dinner- some seafood dish that smelled absolutely amazing. fran plopped herself down on the seat next to her younger sister and watched her parents. fernando turned to her from the stove and raised an eyebrow, "hm mami?" he asked her. the oldest daughter rolled her eyes, "papa, i wasn't talking to you" she sighed, fernando grinned, shaking his head, "mama and i are basically the same" he chimed, turning back to the stove, y/n chuckled and turned to fran "yes, mija?" she asked, smiling at her eldest, she was such an angel. fran pulled out her phone and showed her mother the tweet. y/n frowned, "no posts from mrs. alonso?" she read out, raising her eyebrow, "posts from what? why are they getting weaker? do you know this person?"

francesca sighed, "mama they want you to post on your instagram, thats what they mean."

y/n's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, "hmph, i didn't know people were waiting on me to post... fernando, did you know this?" fernando frowned himself, turning away from the stove once again, "no i didn't know this fact." he too, leaning forward to read the tweet on fran’s phone. he shrugged, "tal vez sea una señal (maybe its a sign)"

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y/nalonso has posted!

liked by franalo14, landonorris, lance_stroll, fernandoalo_offical, claireannstroll, and 506,980 others

y/nalonso Mi post en Instagram...😘😮

(translation: My post on Instagram)

tagged: @/franalo14 @/fernandoalo_official @/chloestroll @/lance_stroll @/claireannstroll @/lewishamilton @/logansargeant

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franalo14 everyone thank me!

user1 thank you fran user2 thank you fran user3 thank you fran user4 thank you fran user6, user6, user7, and 580 others have responded...

lance_stroll I MADE IT INTO THE FAMILY POSTS 🤩😍

y/nalonso Hello mijo, please come over...Rubi misses you...thank you...🙃🙃 lance_stroll sounds good...😨 user8 HELP SAVE LANCE NOW.

lewishamilton Thanks for the dinner invite! Amazing food 🙌🙌

fernandoalo_official Thank you Lewis😛 lewishamilton I wasn't talking to you 😅 fernandoalo_official Oh.......😫😥

claireannstroll Amazing photos sister...😘🥰 Come over tomorrow for lunch👯‍♀️👩‍🍳

y/nalonso Sounds like a plan, I will bring some wine Fernando got from Italy...May need to stay over! Can not drive drunk����😂😂🍷😵 claireannstroll L.O.L!! Sounds risky...😎😏😹 user9 oh to be invited to the stroll alonso hangouts franalo14 @/user9, trust me you do not want to be invited.

fernandoalo_official So hot😫😍

fernandoalo_official No puedo dejar de pensar en ti...😏😲 (translation: I can't stop thinking about you)

fernandoalo_official Eres el postre perfecto para una cena romántica 😍😋 (translation: You’re the perfect dessert for a romantic dinner) <thank you to the anon that helped me translate this 💗> user10 why is nando replying to himself this cannot be real

y/nalonso Thank you husband😏🤪🥺

user11 MRS. ALONSO YOU HAVE TO REPLY TO THE COMMENT 😭 y/nalonso Oh...please do not cry at my mistake...I am very sorry😯😓💗 user11 @/y/nalonso wait mother im sorry 💔 user12 @/user11 shes a little confused but she got the spirit

chloestroll such a fun beach trip with you, aunt y/n! can't wait to see you again soon 💕💕

y/nalonso You must come soon...😉

user13 mother has blessed us again!

oscarpiastri mom said thanks for the recipe mrs. alonso

y/nalonso Please tell Nicole to come over again...Oscar... oscarpiastri 😦

logansargeant thank you for inviting riley and i for dinner 😁

y/nalonso Please come again soon, mijo... food will be hard to come by when you are unemployed logansargeant oh... 😨 riley_whittal HELP? user14 SHE VIOLATED LOGAN LIKE IT WAS NOTHING

carlossainz55 ¡Qué bueno verte! (great seeing you!)

fernandoalo_official ¿Cómo te sientes? (how do you feel) carlossainz55 He arruinado mi vida. (i have ruined my life) fernandoalo_official 😬😬

maxverstappen1 P wants to see Rubi again!

y/nalonso Let us arrange a playdate. Rubi likes playing the Dressing game on Robux🎮🎮with P🫛I am in 🇲🇨on the 13-20th.Please text my number Max…

maxverstappen1 Yeah… sounds good 🤨😂

-fin-

my requests are open! if you want to see something special done w this series dont be afraid to ask :)

[fozmeadows]

hi! sorry if you've already answered this, but i absolutely adore your tithenai chronicles, and was wondering if you had any favorite queer books to recommend/suggestions for what a fan of your work should read next :) before inevitably restarting my strange and stubborn endurance audiobook again <3 thank you!

Ahh, thank you so much! Regarding book recommendations, two of my all-time favourites are The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison (along with the spin-off novella trilogy, The Cemeteries of Amalo, which consists of The Witness for the Dead, The Grief of Stones and the forthcoming The Tomb of Dragons), and The Books of the Raksura series by Martha Wells (which consists of seven books total: a trilogy, two short story anthologies, and then a final duology). However, I'd also like to recommend some works by authors that are less well-known than Addison and Wells, so! In no particular order:

The Bone Universe trilogy (Updraft, Cloudbound and Horizon) by Fran Wilde;

The Broken Trust quadrilogy (Mazes of Power, Transgressions of Power, Inheritors of Power and a still forthcoming title) by Juliette Wade;

The Titan's Forest trilogy (Crossroads of Canopy, Echoes of Understorey and Tides of the Titans) by Thoraiya Dyer; and

The Ascendant trilogy (The Tiger's Daughter, The Phoenix Empress and The Warrior Moon) by K. Arsenault Rivera. Happy reading! :D

[holyblonded]

https://www.tumblr.com/holyblonded/781120323800219648/i-can-easylly-picture-chickie-being-friendly?source=share

Leah is this close🤏🏻to having a heart attack when chickie comes back wearing the barca shirt. Alexia is so happy to see chickie in a Barca shirt when jana uploaded the picture and sam on the other hand is getting threatened by the entire chelsea team and sonia 🤣

Love your hcs and fics and blurbs. Thank you so much for always making my day

— leah is shaking when chickie walks into the hotel lobby the day after the barça game wearing the barcelona shirt. she’s not even trying to be subtle, shirt tucked in, sleeves rolled up, absolutely glowing.

— leah deadpans, “you wanna explain what that is before i combust?”

— chickie just smiles and goes, “my souvenir.”

— beth drops her protein bar. lotte gasps. alessia audibly says, “leah’s gonna cry.”

— steph’s in the corner muttering “i knew we shouldn’t have stayed an extra day…”

— meanwhile, alexia sees jana’s photo on insta. chickie mid-laugh, vicky hanging off her arm, and the barça crest loud and proud on her chest, and she lights up. sends it to the barça group chat with, “look who we converted.”

— vicky replies: “that’s MY daughter now.”

— pina says “finally, she’s one of us.”

and alexia reposts it on damn near every single social media platform. full proud-mom mode.

— back in london, sam sees the post and sighs. it’s not even dramatic, she just leans back in her chair like “here we go.”

— five minutes later she has a flood of messages from the chelsea girls.

aggie: “SHE’S WEARING WHAT.”

erin cuthbert: “you’ve failed as a parent.”

fran: “get her back in the right colours or we’re having an intervention.”

— millie bright sends her a barça shirt with “traitor” scribbled over it.

— sonia’s just sipping her tea watching the chaos unfold. she says nothing at first, then sends sam a voice note that simply says, “you have 48 hours to fix this or else.”

— sam is scared.

— chickie is unbothered. she’s still wearing the shirt hours later. when leah tries to confiscate it, she yells, “YOU’RE NOT MY REAL MUM!”

— steph throws her hands in the air, “i’m telling sam.”

— “she already saw it. she’s processing.”

— eventually leah makes her change into her arsenal jumper but not before chickie gets one last picture for her story. captioned: “visca el barça. sorry not sorry.”

— sam replies: “you’re grounded.”

[wintersoldierwhore]

covet — joel miller

Chapter One — “Just as grumpy as I remembered.”

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Moving from California back to Texas was… painful. A three hour flight from San Francisco to Austin, sandwiched between a talkative old lady and a guy who couldn’t hold his overpriced water bottle with a steady hand. You sat in the airport in defeat, clutching a warm coffee as you watched the sun rise on the skyline. Your dad had promised to pick you up, even after you insisted it was an unreasonable time of morning and that you’d find your own way back.

You’d spent 18 years of your life in Austin, made friends, had lovers, had parties, had your heart broken, gotten drunk, gotten high, and yet coming back made you feel lost. You’d settled into San Francisco after college, you’d found a small data entry job and clawed your way into a pretty big Accountancy firm. But they were making cuts, and you chose to take the severance pay and come home for the summer, and settle back into Texan life once more.

Your dad had actually asked for help with the company, he said he could use an accountant to keep track of cash flow. With the added benefit of lodging and pay, of course.

”Kiddo!” You heard faintly through your headphones, and looked up to see your dad’s truck waiting in a very clearly marked No Waiting bay.

“Hey, dad,” you threw your suitcases into the back seat and settled in the front. It had the same smell, reminding you of getting rides from your dad to wherever you and your friends decided was the spot of the week. The odd receipt in the cup holder, a few loose tools in the foot well, it hadn’t changed a single bit.

“How has San Fran been?” He asked, you could hear the exhaustion in his voice but you could hear some cheeriness in there too.

“Good, really good.” You answered, which wasn’t a lie, you really enjoyed working and living there. “Just missed home.”

”Well it’s right where you left it.”

”Want any breakfast, kiddo?” The two of you had just dragged your suitcases into the house, and you could feel the walls hugging you warmly, telling you how much they missed you and how big you’ve gotten.

“No thanks, dad. I’m still half asleep.” You laughed, but it came out as more of a sigh. “It must be almost time for you to leave for work, surely?”

Your dad nodded, tipping some of the coffee from the pot he’d made before he left into a mug. “Shame I can’t see my favourite daughter till tonight.”

”Your only daughter.”

”Well,” he joked, “Sarah has been pretty helpful this year with business. But I suppose she just wanted the money.”

You missed Sarah, and you had made a note to see how big she’s gotten since you left seven years ago. You used to babysit her the summer before you left for college, and she was an energetic nine-year-old. She must be sixteen now?!

“How is Sarah?” You asked your dad, abandoning your suitcases and sitting at the kitchen island with him.

“A teenager is what she is, but she’s still same old Sarah.” He smiled, but his face dropped before he opened his mouth again. “Joel ‘n the Mrs are havin’ issues, real bad this time. Think they’re on their way t’ splittin’ up.”

You frowned, barely remembering he had a wife. Growing up, you’d never really see her. No need, he worked with your dad, she didn’t. You remembered Joel faintly, didn’t see him much but when you did, it was always dropping things off to the house or going to his for the evening, and you’d just be out by the pool with Sarah.

But he was a grump. Always had been.

Despite being a long blink away from sleep, you’d woken up a few hours later, showered, and put all your clothes back into your wardrobe and dresser. You’d packed your whole life up, but only your essentials accompanied you on the plane. The rest would be arriving in the next few days. Except your car, air freight promised your car would be back in Austin within a week.

You planned on doing some shopping, to update your room a little, but you were stuck without a car. So you’d just have to wait for your dad.

Your official job for your dad would begin on Monday, and it being Friday afternoon now, gave you the whole weekend to prepare.

You were chopping some tomatoes for your lunch, when you heard a truck pull in. Two doors slam, and keys shoved into the door. You resumed chopping, throwing the prepared vegetables into a pot.

“Hey, kid, what’ya making?”

You didn’t look away from your task as you answered, “makin’ soup for lunch, want some?”

”Joel, she left for a degree an’ came back knowing how t’ cook!” He yelped, patting your back as he threw some folders onto the island.

Hearing his name, and what your dad said about him this morning, you halted lunch for now. You turned to see the grump you remembered, and someone older stood in his place. Slightly messy hair, salt and peppered facial hair. A few curls starting to form on the ends of his hair, tired eyes, no smile at all. But he was built, a body only a man of labour could have.

“We had a few hours free between jobs so thought we’d show you what you can expect to do from Monday.” Your dad explained, “but first I need to pee.”

Your dad had jogged upstairs, and left you with all 6’3 of his best friend.

“Hi, Joel.” You smiled sweetly at him.

“Hi, darlin’,” he drawled, “how y’been?”

“Good as I can be really, lost my job, back to living with dad,” you shrugged, “what about you?”

“Workin’.” He huffed, you knew there was more to say than he did, but you didn’t press.

“Just as grumpy as I remembered,” you mumbled but it seemed to fall upon deaf ears.

You’d made your soup, gave your dad and Joel some, and listened as they — your dad — discussed your job role and made you sign some paperwork to take you on officially.

It was a relaxed offer, work from home, and access to their office if necessary, and work whenever you want, as long as the work was done by the deadline.

“Well, kiddo, don’t wanna keep you from whatever you’re gonna do today.” Your dad gathered his paperwork and tucked it under his arm. “What is it ya’doin’ today?”

”Well, I was going to do some bedroom shopping but my car doesn’t arrive till next week.” You answered, stacking the soup bowls and placing them in the sink.

“I can take ya’tomorrow if you like?” Joel offered, which took both you and your dad by surprise. “I got the bigger truck, only makes sense.”

”Sure thing. Thanks, Mr Miller.” You smiled up at him, passing by him with only an inch between you.

”I’ll go put this paperwork in my home office, Joel, get the truck runnin’.” Your dad called out, already at the top of the staircase.

“You heard the man.” You spoke quietly, Joel’s gaze on you hadn’t broken once since you’d thanked him. You’d do just about anything to have a swim around his brain right now.

He’d stepped onto the porch, unlocking the truck and turning back to face you once again.

“Darlin’,” he spoke, his voice gruff, almost like he’d just woken up, “you’re a smart girl. You’ll find ya’feet again soon, I bet.”