#canon-uary

[crematosis]

[jennaispunk]

More than Friends

Summary: Some time away from your best friend forces you to confront your feelings.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.5k

Tags/Warnings: fluff, idiots in love, best friends to lovers, Frankie is a mechanic post TF (that’s my head canon for him), slightly non-canon (no lady, no baby), reader is able bodied and shorter than Frankie, no other physical description of reader is given. The photos in the moodboard are for aesthetic only.

A/N: Here it is. My contribution to the lovely @jolapeno Dear-uary challenge. I was given the task of creating something for my favorite guy, which also happens to be her favorite guy too. (No pressure right? lol). I hope you enjoy this little slice of fluff. Thank you to @maggiemayhemnj for giving this a once over.

P.S. No shade to the city of Minneapolis. I’ve only been to Minneapolis once but it is a very nice city. Reader is only a little unhappy about being there because she doesn’t like the cold.

Moodboard, dividers and banner by me.

Frankie’s texts in bold, readers texts in italics.

Your bag hits the floor with a dull thud. Seven days in Minnesota, in the fall, is not your idea of fun. It was your job to get the Minneapolis office on board with the new changes within the company, so here you are. At least it wasn’t snowing, that was something to be grateful for.

The last conversation you had with Frankie keeps replaying in your head. He said he’d miss you. It wasn’t only the words that had you thinking; it was the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice…it just felt different. Why did it always seem like he was trying to tell you something when everyone else was around, never when the the two of you were alone?

The two of you had been best friends for years. All the guys teased both of you about the way you flirted with each other, but that’s all it was. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway. But lately, it had felt like more, and it was getting harder to ignore.

Tuesday 4:41 pm

Made it to the hotel, safe and sound.

The city view is spread out before you. The skyscrapers jut into the clear, cerulean sky and you can see the Mississippi River and a clock tower that reminds of Big Ben from your window.

You miss your condo and your bed already. You miss Frankie, too. Was he missing you the same way you were missing him?

Frankie hears the chirp of his phone and wipes the grease from his hands, smiling when he sees your name on the screen. He’s been waiting for your text to know you made it safely.

He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you since you said goodbye last night. The way your eyes sparkled in the moonlight on your deck almost made him confess everything to you. He came so close to telling you that he was falling for you and he wanted to be more than friends, but the words got stuck in his throat. He was always so tongue tied when it came to you. The cold, hard truth was that he was a coward, and he was afraid of losing your friendship. He’d rather have you this way than not at all.

There’s my girl! Glad you made it safe

The way he calls you ‘his girl’ makes you smile. Of course he would call you that now. You’re a thousand miles away and you can’t make him have a serious conversation about it.

It’s too cold here. I miss the Florida heat.

Frankie laughs out loud then looks around to make sure he’s alone. You were always cold, always borrowing a flannel or a hoodie from him.

What’s the temperature there?

55 degrees. Brrrrrrrr. I should have stolen one of your hoodies and packed it in my suitcase.

Frankie shakes his head. He’s honestly surprised that you didn’t steal one of his shirts. You did that all the time. The only reason he let you get away with it was because they smelled like you when he got them back.

That’s not so bad. You’ll survive.

He was right, you knew that. You packed a few different blazers and light sweaters. It wouldn’t be too bad, but you still missed the weather back home.

It could be worse, but I miss the palm trees and the beach already.

This week will go by fast, Clover. You’ll see.

You know he’s right. Work will keep you busy enough and there’s got to be something fun to do in this city. You have a weekend to yourself to explore but exploring isn’t as fun when you’re alone.

I know. I’m just complaining to complain.

You? Complain? Never lol

You stick your tongue out at your phone even though he can’t see you.

Shut up lol

You haul your suitcase onto the bed and start unpacking. Most of the clothes you brought needed to be hung up and the last thing you wanted to do was spend time ironing in the morning.

Your phone chirps again from where you left it on the bed.

What are you doing on your first night in Minneapolis? Besides missing me.

I’m having dinner with the management team here. The manager called and invited me.

Have a good time and try to act normal, okay? Don’t snort if anyone makes you laugh.

The sound of your laughter carries over the television you have on for background noise. He was the only one who could make you laugh like that.

Thanks, jerk. Talk to you later.

The first few days flew by as quickly as you hoped they would. The team here seems to have their shit together and it’s been a fairly seamless transition in getting them onboard so far.

Daily conversations were a normal thing for you and Frankie, but the distance between you only makes you miss him that much more. Every time he says something flirty; you just want to reach through the phone and shake him.

The two of you have been skirting around the truth for months. It’s just as much your fault as his. You don’t want to ruin your friendship if things go wrong. Maybe you’re reading too much into all this. Maybe you’re the only one with feelings here.

8:12 pm

Are you at Will’s?

Just got here, but maybe I should have stayed home. I’m missing my good luck charm so if I lose big tonight, it’s your fault.

If you were home, you’d be at Will’s too. You’d be hanging out with the guys and their girlfriends, having a few drinks.

The last time the girls were allowed over for poker night, Benny had teased Frankie about calling you Clover. He dared you to sit on Frankie’s lap for the last hand to prove that you were good luck. You saw the bob of his Adam’s Apple, heard the slight stutter of his chuckle; but Frankie, the well trained solider that he is, kept his composure and won the hand.

He whispered in your ear that you had always been his good luck charm. That’s when you knew for certain something had changed, at least for you. This was more than just harmless flirting. When you tried to question him about it, he tried brushing you off, but you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.

Would it help if I wished you good luck?

It’s worth a shot

Good Luck!!

Thanks, Clover.

The hot tub was calling your name, a perfect way to relax after a long day. The bathing suit you packed was the one Frankie liked most…how ironic.

Soaking in the hot water was just what you needed. Your muscles relaxed under the heat and pressure of the jets. Thoughts of Frankie kept your mind from relaxing. The two of you were more than friends, that fact was clearer to you than ever. If only you could say it out loud.

Safely back in your hotel room, and freshly showered you check your phone. Frankie should be heading home from Will’s anytime. You should go to bed, but you can’t…at least not yet.

11:36 pm

Did you clean the boys out tonight?

Not exactly lol

Sorry. Maybe next week.

You’ll be home so my luck will change.

The three bubbles danced on Frankie’s screen. Did he say something wrong? His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he waited. There was so much he wanted to tell you, but he didn’t know how. It was so easy to flirt and joke with you but when it came to a serious conversation, any words he had didn’t feel like enough. He didn’t want to ruin your friendship. You’d been there for him in ways that no one else had. He couldn’t lose you.

I’ll be there next week. I think I’m going to turn in early. The time change is messing with me.

That was a slight exaggeration, but what else could you say? You couldn’t tell him that you were tired of pretending there wasn’t something between you, at least not over text.

Frankie’s free hand went under his hat to scratch his head. It wasn’t like you to cut a conversation short. Something was off with you; he could feel it. He wanted to call you out on it, but he was afraid of what you’d say.

I should get to bed too. I’ve got a big shot with a ’78 Camaro coming to the shop that needs some work done. Good night.

Good night

You drop onto your bed and close your eyes. Today made up for all the previous days with no issues. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong, and now you were exhausted. You thank the universe that you only have two more days to get through.

Tonight was going to be about wine, comfort food and cheesy movies. Pepperoni pizza with extra cheese was calling your name.

You shower and change into your sweats while you wait for your pizza. Frankie is all you can think of. He’s the one you want to talk to after a rough day.

Frankie had looked at his phone so many times today that Will had threatened to break it. He tried to assure himself that you were just busy, but it wasn’t like you not to at least send a quick text or two throughout the day.

After grabbing a quick bite to eat, Frankie couldn’t take it anymore. He picked up his phone and typed out a quick text. He had to know you were fine.

6:36 pm

Is my girl okay?

The ping of your phone made you jump. You’d been so busy that you hadn’t texted Frankie all day.

I’m okay. Today was a rough one.

Wanna talk about it?

Its just work bullshit. You know how it goes.

Frankie smirked. He could picture you now, sitting cross-legged on the bed with one hand rubbing the back of your neck. You always did that when you were tense.

Yeah, I get it. Pepperoni pizza and wine tonight?

You rolled your eyes and smiled. He knew you so well. You took a sip of wine.

Pizza is on its way

The two of you chatted more while you waited for the food. The wine was going down good…too good and it was making you feel brave.

What are you up to tonight?

I’m just hanging out at home.

You move the pizza box to the desk and stretch out on the bed. The movie in the background was all but forgotten.

Are you watching Bridesmaids right now? That movie always cracks you up.

Yeah, I’ve got it on.

Good. I wish I was there to cheer you up. I’d do anything to make you feel better.

Three bubbles dance on your screen.

I miss you

You clamp your eyes shut. You can’t do this anymore. You can’t pretend like the two of you are just friends.

Before you can stop yourself, your fingers are furiously typing a response.

Why do you always do that?

Do what?

This could blow up in your face, but you couldn’t take it back. You opened this door, and now you had to walk through it.

Drop these little hints. You only tell me the truth when you think I won’t hear it.

The silence stretches as you watch the bubbles dance on your screen then disappear and reappear again. It wasn’t something you should have said over text, but you couldn’t help yourself. It was way past time the two of you had this talk.

Frankie almost dropped his phone in his lap. He knew exactly what you meant. He thought he was doing a good job of keeping his feelings hidden. He didn’t want to risk your friendship. You were his best friend.

What is that supposed to mean?

All these little comments, the way you look at me like I’m the only one in the room. I’m tired of dancing around the truth.

Frankie swallowed hard. This was the last thing he expected you to say. How could he tell you how he felt?

What truth would that be?

The truth that we’re more than just friends. There is something more between us.

Again, those three little bubbles dance on your screen. Your heart hammers in your chest. Either he was going to tell you the truth or you lost a friend forever.

Can we talk about this when you get home? I promise we’ll have an honest conversation then.

Yeah, this isn’t something we should talk about over text anyway. We’ll talk when I get home.

You toss your phone onto the bed. You shouldn’t have said anything over text. Now both of you were going to freak out until then. Slamming your fist into the bed, you clamp your eyes closed. The feeling that you just ruined everything sits on your chest like an elephant.

You didn’t text Frankie again, what else could you say now? Acting like everything was okay wasn’t possible. Staring out at the city lights, all you could do was let the silence sit between you and hope that it would all work out the way it was meant to.

You toss your bag in your bedroom and start going through your mail. Thankfully, it was mostly junk and nothing urgent that you needed to worry about.

Frankie stood outside your door. Everything was about to change, and his heart hammered in his chest. He raised a trembling hand and knocked. He’d promised you a serious conversation when you got home, and he was keeping that promise.

“Frankie, what are you doing here?”

“I, um, promised you we’d talk… so here I am.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. His heart pounded in his ears as he stepped through the door.

This was it. It was now or never. Every stolen glance, every touch that lasted too long to just be friendly had led to this. He grabbed you and pressed his lips to yours without another word. He kissed you like he needed your lips to breathe, pouring everything he couldn’t put into words into that one action.

The need for air was the only thing that broke you apart. You stood foreheads pressed together, panting and inhaling each other.

“What was that?”

“The truth.” he answered.

You blink several times. That kiss had stolen everything you wanted to say.

Frankie looks at you. The sweat collects at his brow. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? Maybe he shouldn’t have come on so strong. Maybe it was too much, too soon.

“Say something…please.” He whispers.

His soft, brown eyes plead with you to not leave him hanging. The silence between you is deafening as you try to find your words.

“When the pressure’s on, you really jump in with both feet, huh?”

The corners of his eyes wrinkle as he smiles. You love that smile, live for that smile. There is something almost boyish about his grin and it always leaves you weak in the knees.

“Was it too much?” he stammers. “It was too much.”

The light in his mocha brown eyes begins to fade. He should have taken it slower, maybe asked you out on a date before he crammed his tongue in your mouth. He could never think straight around you.

Your brow furrows as you watch him, seeing the look of defeat mar his features.

“It was perfect.” You whisper.

He cocks a brow at you as the sparkle returns to his eyes.

“Really?”

You nod your head. He was always perfect in your eyes, even when he was being an idiot.

“Yes, really. I think I should put pressure on you more often if it will make you kiss me like that.” you tease.

A rush of air caresses your face as he exhales. His throaty chuckle reaches your ears, and he pulls you closer.

“I don’t think my heart could handle that, querida.”

You lean in and brush your lips against his. This kiss isn’t headed and passionate, it’s slow and honest. It’s a kiss to make up for all the time the two of you spent denying what was in front of you the whole time.

The need for air is the only thing that makes you break apart. You stand together, foreheads touching under the bill of his hat, your breath mixing together.

Frankie swallows hard. He’s never been more scared in his life. Any mission, any tour overseas was a cakewalk compared to this moment. He had to do this right. He had to make this work. He couldn’t lose you.

“I want to take you out on a date.” He panted softly. “A real date with flowers, opening doors for you…the whole thing.”

Your soft laugh flitters through the air. You shouldn’t have expected anything less from him. When Frankie finally made a decision, he was all in.

“You want to take me on a date? Seriously?”

The corner of his mouth raised into a half smile.

“Yeah. I want to take you out. I want to do this right; treat you like you deserve. I want to make up for lost time.”

You can’t stop smiling. Why did you wait so long to confront your feelings? You wasted so much time.

“I’d love to go on a date with you.”

This time you get Frankie’s genuine smile, the one where his eyes practically disappear and the lines around his eyes are so pronounced.

“Good.”

He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. You are the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and he will always kick himself for waiting so long to tell you how he felt.

“I know you just got home and haven’t even had a chance to unpack, but how about tonight? I’ll pick you up and we can have dinner.”

You blink a few times and smile. This is really happening; the two of you are finally going to give each other the chance you were always too scared to take.

“Tonight works for me.”

The corner of his mouth lifts in a crooked grin. A small part of him was worried you’d say no; that all those things you said to him while you were gone were just a moment of weakness. His heart pounds in his chest as he looks at you.

“Yeah?”

His voice is barely audible as he pulls you even closer. His scent invades your nostrils: fresh and woodsy with a faint hint of motor oil. It’s a smell that’s uniquely him and one you will always associate with comfort and protection.

“Will you wear that purple sundress?” he whispers as he brushes his nose against yours. “The one you wore to that barbecue at Will’s this summer.”

You raise your brow. Your chest grows warm as you stand together, locked in each other’s arms.

“You remember that dress?”

Frankie chuckles softly. He remembers a lot of things about you; your favorite color, the way your tongue sticks out a little bit when you're concentrating really hard…he’s memorized so many details.

“Hell yeah. You looked so pretty in that damn dress; I almost dropped my beer when you walked in.”

You opened your mouth to speak but the opening notes to “Enter Sandman” blare from his back pocket.

“Shit.”

He grins sheepishly and relaxes his grip on you before putting the phone to his ear. Now that he’s got you in his arms, he’s not letting go.

“You have impeccable timing, Benjamin. What’s up?”

You rest your head on Frankie’s shoulder. The vibrations of his chest as he talks to Ben tickle your cheek. Being in his arms feels even better than you ever could have imagined. Frankie had always been home to you, but now home took on a brand new meaning.

“That sucks, man.” Frankie sighs. “Have the tow truck take it to the shop. I’ll meet you there and we’ll get it fixed.”

You lift your head as Frankie disconnects the call. Your nose wrinkles as he sighs.

“Sorry, querida. I gotta go. Benny busted a tie rod on his truck, and he needs some help getting it fixed.”

Leave it Benny to get himself in a jam. At least he’s not hurt or in jail.

You smile and raise up on tiptoes to give Frankie a quick peck on the lips. He would do anything to help a friend, and that’s one of the things you love so much about him.

“Go help Benny. He needs you more than I do right now.”

Frankie squeezes you and kisses your forehead. If he kisses your lips again, he’d be too tempted to leave Benny hanging. This will have to be enough for now.

“I’ll text you later.”

“You better.” you tease.

He finally pulls away and you miss his arms around you already.

“Frankie.”

You call out to him as he reaches the front door. He turns back to look at you with his hand still on the knob.

“Make sure you wear your cowboy boots and that ball cap tonight.”

He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Yes, ma’am.”

[ghostofskywalker]

i've always flirted with the idea of doing a clone themed october instead of the 31 fics/31 characters i usually do, but i really like the way i've come to do fictober, so i've decided to do something to ring in the new year!

requests are officially closed for clone-uary!! thank you to everyone who sent something in, i'm going to keep working on the ones in my inbox!!

to request, send me an ask with one of the clones from the list below and a prompt! it can be a dialogue prompt, a situational prompt, a trope prompt, whatever your heart desires! if for some reason it's a prompt i am unable to accept, i'll let you know :)

you can use this prompt list if you'd like, but there's no requirement to do so!

clones: hunter, crosshair, tech, echo, rex, cody, wolffe, fox, thorn, fives, kix, jesse, howzer, fixer, scorch, sev, boss

other quick guidelines (if you have any questions about them just let me know!):

i don't write smut (i will do certain tropes that require implied/fade to black, but that's going to depend on the prompt)

padawan!readers will only be written as platonic

please specifically whether you want a fem!reader (she/her pronouns) or gender neutral reader (either they/them pronouns or no pronouns). if you don’t specify it will just end up being whatever catches my fancy as i write it.

you can send them on anonymous or not, i don’t mind either way!

please no blood relation to any canon characters (i write every reader as race neutral), and nothing to do with pregnancy or the reader having biological children

basically, unless it's a specifically stated no-no above, if you want to see me write something and you're unsure about whether or not i'll do it, ask! while i won't force myself to write things i'm personally uncomfortable with, i will never make you feel bad for asking :)

i've always been afraid to do request slots because i worry people will hold back and not request if they believe others have already taken the spots, but i also don't want to feel too overwhelmed when i'm writing. i think this is a nice compromise between those two fears, and i'll keep an updated count so people can see the status of things as times goes on. and besides, if i'm flying through requests, i can always amend that number!

[dionysiaproductions]

Third Daughter Gothic, Jane-uary Day 2--Harp:

The assembly hall strained with vapid young women begging for the attention of barely eligible men of small means and smaller minds. Mary Bennet lingered by her mother’s right arm. She watched the beautiful pianoforte in the corner, waiting for some mention of the instrument so that she might parlay it into a chance to perform.

Little soothed the beast of gluttonous boredom like excellent music. Mary attempted to always serve her fellow by playing whenever she was able. However, tonight there was some vast conspiracy taking place to keep the pianoforte shuttered.

Mrs. Bennet conversed loudly with Sir William Lucas, “We have not visited in quite sometime and it is beautiful country.”

“Indeed,” Sir William Lucas’s voice boomed like canon fire. “It’s capital.” He turned to where a servant held the assembly hall door open for another two men who carried a heavy burden between them. “The harp! We must hear one of the young lady’s play.”

Mary starred in horror at the instrument, knowing it was brought as a method for stifling her beautiful pianoforte playing.

This series is part of @janeuary-month's Jane Austen inspired fan work month

Previous episodes here

[crackinglamb]

WIP Wednesday

I've been tagged in past couple weeks by @lilbittymonster and @theluckywizard. Thank you both! I finally have words to share!

Tagging @dirthenera, @gefionne, @luzial, back at @theluckywizard and @lilbittymonster and anyone who has something they want to share. No pressure.

It's Fluff-uary season, folks. And as always, my beloved Angel has come to my rescue in getting me out of a creative rut. So far this hasn't been fluffy as such, but tiny gods the emotional hurt/comfort. Just...so much of it. It's a post-canon DAV fic, so I'll post it under a cut for people still avoiding spoilers.

“Forgive me for not intervening sooner.”

She stood up with his help, and that in itself was strange. They’d touched only once or twice before, and always when handing the ritual dagger between them. The brush of his thumb across her knuckles stood out in her memory as he repeated the gesture before letting her go. She felt suddenly bereft, and that was equally as strange.

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” she said, trying to get herself together.

The curl of his lips could not be called a smile, but the crinkle at the corners of his eyes could. Deeply sad. Regretful. “Perhaps not. It remains my failing nonetheless.”

“Still blaming yourself for things?” she teased lightly, wondering at the same time where the impulse had come from.

“Many things,” he agreed with a slight nod. “Will you come away from this place?”

It might have felt like an odd question, but at its core Sophie knew what he was really asking. Trust between them was fragile and splintered. Desperation had driven him to doing something he despised, and made her the victim of it. It was simple to accuse him of betrayal. But Sophie was not a simple woman, and she understood that what he’d done was necessary at the time. At least in his eyes. She’d forgiven him for it. Still...one did not casually walk out of a nightmare with Fen’Harel. Not generally.

He offered his hand once more, and she took it.

They stood now in the Fade’s representation of the Memorial Gardens, lit from within with the glow of memories and the wisps that resided there. On this side of the Veil, they had more form, varying colors and shapes alike. He looked around the place in something like surprise. Sophie almost laughed at the expression. Wasn’t he the one who’d brought them there? What did he think it was going to look like?

“The Fade is at peace here,” he said at last. “It seems to have always been so, barring an incident here and there.”

“The Veil is thin in the Grand Necropolis. We who live here have long learned to work with it instead of against it.”

Now he was smiling. “If only more were willing to do so. The world might be a better place. It reminds me…”

He trailed off, his gaze going distant. He’d sounded hesitant too, something she would never have dreamed in a million visits to the Fade was possible. “Go on,” she urged. “What does it remind you of?”

“When I traveled with Inquisitor Trevelyan, we journeyed to the Frostback Basin. The Avvar tribes who live there do so side by side with spirits of every age and purpose. They are, for the most part, in accord with each other. Rare is the spirit corrupted in that place. To see and feel such equilibrium...it is fundamentally grounding.” The smile turned to something almost self-deprecating. “I suppose that makes little sense.”

“No, I get it. Did you know, I was found in the Necropolis as an infant? No one knows how I got there, or who my parents are. Even my name was taken from the tomb where I was discovered. I was raised by an elder spirit. And when my magic manifested, I began to train with them. I can tell when I’m in balance with the Fade. It’s a harmony that defies description.”

“Yes.” He seemed brighter all of a sudden, more tangible perhaps. His hand on hers was firmer, and warmer. More alive. Which felt somewhat absurd to think about. Of course he was real and alive. Just because he’d bound himself to the Veil didn’t mean he’d died to do so. That would defeat the purpose. But it was undeniable that he appeared much more present than he had a moment ago.

“Are you well?” she asked, giving in to the urge to inquire.

“I am...whole, which is not the same thing, but suffices. My atonement is rewarding, for want of a better word. I have much yet to accomplish. But I am sustained by it.” He gave her a sidelong glance. “You are not manifestly not as well.”

She breathed out a little laugh through her nose and shook her head. No sense hiding it from him. “No. As you said, I’m tormented by the past. Someone stronger might be able to brush off the events I lived through. I don’t feel that strong.”

“You are.” His tone brooked no argument and she was taken aback by it. He gentled his expression even as his fingers tightened on hers. “You are."

[loganslowdown4]

opinions on 🙏🙏 prinxiety

Prinxiety ❤️💜

No wait

Prinxiety❤️💜

That’s better haha

It’ll always have a special place in my heart bc the first ship I liked and first fic I read was prinxiety. I feel like people really love it or have it as a gateway ship in this fandom because for a long time it was like the classic enemies to lovers trope. Vee was the baddy bad boy and Roman was the dashing sassy prince, bitter rivals turned passionate sweethearts. Kinda perfect.

I don’t super love when the ship is made to have one of them be the damsel/the helpless one (because usually it’s Virgil and that makes literally no sense bc have you SEEN the power Virgil has? the tempest tongue & the blackout & and his room & the things he can make Thomas do?? which show are YOU watching, cause that is NO damsel—). I get some people want to have that power dynamic in a story but to me it’s soooo much better when they’re on equal ground and they can rescue each other mostly because ihatehimandwhoamigonnaarguewithiftheotheroneisdeadstupididiotmarrymealreadygotohell

😁

so yeah 😄

lately I feel more like in canon their ship dynamic has changed and they’re more like friends who have just found out they have common interests and are slowly starting to like each other and that’s a really sweet trope too but maybe not as popular anymore as the series and time have moved on. but oh well, they’re classic for a reason

I made a playlist for them too! ❤️💜

[werewolfgasstation]

Drawn-uary day 6, Peach from Super Mario (and also Brian's feet from yesterday because I ran out of room)

My head canon is that Bowser is her gay best friend

Resources:

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Lgbt: https://linktr.ee/lgbtq.support?utm_source=linktree_profile_share&ltsid=378ebda7-f309-4bae-95ab-a83fb19f3106

Black lives matter: https://linktr.ee/znrtr_?utm_source=linktree_profile_share&ltsid=5499340d-bccf-4ded-8559-cb534e702ff1

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[dylinski]

She floats, I don't. Now she’s gone.

Tomuary - Day 25

[connor-dioda]

A little DTIYS, sort of, to celebrate the new year: DOJYAAAN-UARY!

So Funny Valentine of Part 7 has the ability to visit an infinite number of other alternate realities with his stand, but what kind of realities? It's all up to you: it can be divergences from canon or entirely new AUs or a crossover, it can be funny, or sad or wholesome or cursed, the only rule is that Valentine must be somewhere in the scene, like he's snooping around in parallel dimensions.

Anyone's free to join and there's no time limit (despite the title)! Just use the tag #dojyaaanuary for any of your entries. Have fun! 😁😁😁

[crematosis]

[snowisflesh-blog123]

CALLOUT POST FOR @//snake-titties

now i’m not usually one for “”cancel culture” but this NEEDS to be said, this man is dangerous and i want people to be safe so please block him, click the read more for why

1. HE MAINS SCOUT IN TF2. this is super cringe, and he’s almost completely useless to his team because he only uses the boston basher despite having terrible aim. now i don’t fully understand kinning but if there’s a kinning(lite) he kinda did that with scout tf2

2. HE COLLECTS MINION MEMES. i shouldn’t have to explain this one, photo proof:

3. WHAT KIND OF NAME IS WOLFGANG? like is he named after a gang of wolves or something? leave some wolves for the rest of us, he could’ve just named himself wolf but he had to be selfish and take MUTLIPLE wolves.

420. HE THINKS RANDALL BOGGS IS HOT. randall literally k*dnaps children and is a capitalist pig in the monsters inc canon, he SAYS he’s an anarchist but can we really believe that when he’s willing to say that a lizard like randall is attractive?? plus his username talks about ‘snake t*tties’ and snakes don’t even HAVE booby muscles. this man seriously won’t shut up about titties and catboys what is WRONG with him

5. ONE OF HIS CATS IS AN AQ//UARIUS. if he’s willing to support and care for an aq//uari/us i think it’s pretty clear what kind of person he’s willing to hang around, plus he HIMSELF is a scorpio (i don’t know what any of the star signs mean but that’s bad right??)

69. HES PREJUDICE AGAINST PEOPLE WHO GET LOST IN IKEA. ‘there’s literally maps everywhere’ he says, ‘they give you hand held maps and there’s big maps that say YOU ARE HERE and there’s arrows on the fucking floor how do you get LOST, like i get that there’s no windows or clocks so it’s kinda confusing like a casino or something but there’s arrows. on. the. floor.’

10. HATES DOLPHINS. back in the day where he had an assassination classroom blog (2017 i think??) that he doesn’t want to talk about because he was an awful little man when he ran it, there was discourse about dolphins and he said they’re awful, here’s some of the memes used in the discourse, he made the karma one:

[jennaispunk]

I was gifted this lovely graphic by @jolapeno. Isn’t she amazing? 💜💜

Under the cut you’ll find links to all my fics.

My writing is mostly fluff with a bit of angst/spice sprinkled in here and there. If you like anything you’ve read, don’t be shy! Comment, reblog or drop a note in my inbox.

A Symptom of Being Human (OFC Maggie)

Summary: An unlikely connection forms between Joel and a new resident of Jackson.

Tags/Warnings: fluff, slight age gap (Joel is 50ish, OFC is 40ish), grief, loss of spouse, loss of child, panic attacks, mild violence, allusions to SA but no specific details, possible friends to something more, soft!Joel

A Sunday Kind of Love (f!reader)

Summary: A lazy Sunday afternoon at the Miller House.

Tags/Warnings: fluff, domesticity, soft!Joel, married!Joel. Written for beefrobeefcal's Joel Sat On Me '24 challenge

It’s Only Make Believe (f!reader)

Summary: What began as a publicity stunt turns into much more than you expected.

Tags and Warnings: fluff, allusions to smut, kissing, drug use, Dieter is a goofball but so sweet, anxiety, allusions to body shaming/bullying (reader receiving, not from Dieter), fake dating, unspoken feelings, longing. Written for burntheedges Roll-A-Trope Challenge

Puppy Love (f!reader)

Summary: Dieter gets a Christmas Present

Tags/Warnings: fluff, established relationship, one brief mention of drug use (weed), brief allusion to smut, one tiny (bad) period joke, sweet!Dieter

Save Me (f!reader)

Summary: A professional rejection leads Dieter down a dark path. Can he find his way back?

Tags/Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, worry, drug use, mentions of abusive childhood (Dieter), mention of Dieter being a bit of an asshole (but he loves reader), two people in love who are just trying to figure it out. Written for bitchesuntitled Get Dieter Sober Challenge.

Just Another Saturday Night (f!reader)

Summary: Javi invites himself to help you babysit for Steve and Connie on Valentine's Day. What happens between you is completely unexpected.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, sexual tension, friends to lovers, no significant age gap. Written for Space Sisters Valentines Day Exchange

Every Time You Go Away (f!reader)

Summary: You have very few vices and the biggest one is Javi. It can never be serious but tell that to your heart.

Tags/Warnings: fluff, angst, allusions to smut, fingering (f! receiving), unprotected PIV (wrap it up, peeps), idiots in love, unspoken feelings, longing, two people who want what they think they can’t have. Written for yopossum mootboard challenge.

Like the Rain (f!reader)

Summary: Frankie has something to say....will you listen?

Warnings/Tags: fluff, spice, oral (f receiving), unprotected PIV (wrap it up), unresolved feelings, idiots in love, maybe a hint of angst. This is slightly AU: Written for guiltyasdave 1.5k follower celebration

More Than Friends (f!reader) for Jolapeno’s Dear-uary Challenge

Summary: Some time away from your best friend forces you to confront your feelings.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.5k

Tags/Warnings: fluff, idiots in love, best friends to lovers, Frankie is a mechanic post TF (that’s my head canon for him), slightly non-canon (no lady, no baby

Someone Like You (f!reader)

Summary: A vacation you didn’t want to take turns into something you never expected.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.3 k

Tags/Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, allusions to smut, shitty ex-boyfriend (not Marcus), brief mention of infidelity (again, not Marcus. He would never), meet cute, instant attraction. Written for whocaresstillthelouvre follower challenge

Amid the Falling Snow (f!reader)

Summary: Ezra suprises you with your winter wish.

Tags/Warnings: fluff, a hint of smut, allusions to smut, oral (f receiving), Ezra being Ezra, soft!Ezra, established relationship, two people madly in love. Written for a discord Secret Santa Exchange.

Gift of a Friend (OFC Talia)

Summary: An unlikely meeting leads to something unexpected.

Tags/Warnings: fluff. A “This is how they met” story. It’s just two people who could use a friend finding each other. Maybe it might lead to more. Written for the swiftiscruff friendship exchange.

Ballroom Blitz (f!reader)

Summary: Din Djarin gets more than he bargained for when he attends a party celebrating the New Year on Plasir-15.

Warning/Tags: fluff, Din is soft for his girl, teensy bit of jealous!Din, established relationship, shenanigans, Grogu being Grogu, brief mention of vomit, holiday party gone wrong, brief mention of a fight and minor injuries, takes place after season 3, the Razor Crest is back because I said so.

Title TBD- (f1reader) for kedsandtubesocks’ Cowboy Challenge ✨coming soon ✨

Title TBD (f!reader) for almostfoxglove's Angst Challenge ✨coming soon✨

[dionysiaproductions]

Guess who's a day late starting Jane-uary! I'm doing a series called Third Daughter Gothic which will be Mary Bennet POV series written in the style of a gothic novel

Series goals:

-Tonally true to the genre but also parody (like Knives Out is to the gentlemen detective genre), using Romance of The Forest and Northanger Abbey for style Inspo

-No strict posting schedule-- but I want to do as many days as I can

-I want it technically canon to Today at Pemberley

[crackinglamb]

I posted 7,159 times in 2022

That's 1,391 more posts than 2021!

248 posts created (3%)

6,911 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lilbittymonster

@ir0n-angel

@sorrelchestnut

@pip-n-flinx

@bitterotter

I tagged 5,578 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#sound on - 774 posts

#always reblog - 349 posts

#*snort - 342 posts

#this - 310 posts

#cats - 245 posts

#no lies detected - 241 posts

#awesome art - 239 posts

#hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! - 210 posts

#solas - 151 posts

#lamb writes - 128 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#... & to all y'all that have to watch could have been better spent monies get pissed down the drain of an overblown funeral & coronation

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Til It Squeaks, a Series

Today, on the anniversary of its beginning, Da'Fen Carly Mayers Lavellan's story came to an end. Two years, 337,909 words, 7 works. So I thought I would put together a masterpost of the series, with links to AO3, for all of you.

Twist

The fic that started it all. Carly Mayers, a woman from Earth, gets transported to Thedas and becomes the Herald of Andraste. And she decides that canon needs a hammer. A Solavellan fix-it with a happy ending. Rated E for sexual content. Also contains canon typical violence. ~197K words.

The Cutting Room Floor

A snippet fic, full of little bits the main fic had no room for. Includes screenshots of the ensemble cast. Also includes 'deleted scenes' and versions of the first draft that never got off the ground. Rated T for occasional swearing, adult themes and canon typical violence. ~27K words.

Choice, Pride and Trust

A oneshot of Carly and Solas defeating Imshael at Suledin Keep. Rated M for graphic depictions of violence. ~2300 words.

Waiter, There's a Fluff In My Soup!

A multi-ship collection of prompt fills for Fluff-uary 2021. Pairings include Carly and Solas, Varric and Marian Hawke, Dorian and Iron Bull and more. Rated E for sexual content. ~28K words.

Twist Some More

A sequel to Twist. Carly and Solas continue their work rebuilding the Dales, taking down the Veil and having a surprise baby. Incorporates events from Tevinter Nights, but is overall self-indulgent and fluffy. Rated E for sexual content. ~67K words.

Earth Pizza and Qunari Street Food

Takes place four years after the events of TSM. Carly and Solas welcome Dorian and Iron Bull for a visit. Cooking and family fluff ensue. Rated T for some adult themes, but with a happy ending. ~4600 words.

Make It a Good One, Peaches

50 years post-canon, mortality affects Carly's inner circle. A final send off including the generation to follow that of the Inquisition. More sweet than bitter. Rated T for major character death. ~1700 words.

Thank you to everyone who has read these fics and come to love Carly as much as I do. My heart is full. 💕

18 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

#4

Six Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @noire-pandora, thank you! 💕

Tagging @about2dance, @a11sha11fade, @sinsbymanka, @mrscullensrutherford, @dreadfutures, @mogwaei and @espressocomfort. No pressure!

R&R grabbed the Muse this morning. Have some Lark Cadash in Skyhold.

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Something had happened here, some cataclysm that broke the magic of this place. That sundered it.

The Veil.

What she felt under her fingertips and saw in her mind's eye was like the aftermath of a shockwave. A burst dam of energy, exploding outwards from a central point deeper in the bowels of the Stone. Traces of the spell lingered like a taste on the back of her tongue. She didn't recognize it, but felt like she should.

19 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

#3

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @noire-pandora, thank you!

Tagging @fiadhaisteach, @lilbittymonster, @sinsbymanka, @serial-chillr and @about2dance. No pressure!

It's Fluff-uary, folks. I am neck deep in somft and silly. Have a peek.

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As often happened, a bolt of inspiration hit Varric while he was bathing. He gave a rueful sigh, wrapped himself in a towel and rushed to his desk without even bothering to swipe his dripping hair out of the way as he jotted down the idea before he lost it. He was never more grateful to Imogen than in that moment, since having his own suite meant having his own bathing chamber in it. He didn't have to traipse halfway across the keep to get back to his room, the mad gleam of words in his eyes. He didn't need that kind of blow to his reputation.

He got lost in the idea after a while, eventually snagging his reading glasses so he could see the page better. His hair stopped dripping onto his bare shoulders and he didn't even notice he was getting chilled sitting there in nothing more than a damp towel. He never heard the door open.

He certainly didn't hear the low, needy hum that Hawke made. If he had, he might have been warned.

Her sharp teeth sank into the ball of his shoulder and he jumped, thoroughly startled. “What the...Hawke!”

She cackled, leaning on the back of his chair. At least she'd bitten the off arm, so the only splotch on the page in front of him was his own fault. He glared at her over the rim of his glasses.

“Oh, your face! That's a weighty look, serrah.”

“What are you doing?”

She smiled at him, warm and loving and he almost melted. Almost. Then she spoke. “Haven't you ever just wanted to bite someone? You looked so delicious sitting there, I had to have a taste.”

Half his blood rushed southward. The rest seemed to have taken up residence in his cheeks. Either way, it left none for his brain and he gaped at her like an addled nug. He scrambled to find anything to say, anything at all.

“Andraste's flaming knickers,” was what came out. Hawke laughed again.

“No, I don't think I'd want to bite those.”

21 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#2

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @noire-pandora, thank you!

Tagging @lilbittymonster, @natsora, @blueboxness-art, @whataboutbugs-art, @espressocomfort and @serial-chillr. No pressure!

While The Fluffs(tm) have been keeping me busy, I've still been working occasionally on new chapters for WG. I made myself very emotional with Cole's personal quest recently. And by emotional, I mean angry. I could rant forever (and will in the author's notes), but here, have a snippet.

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“You!” Cole shouted, advancing on the man. “You killed me!” The Templar scoffed and tried to push him away, but Cole wouldn't be deterred. “You forgot. You locked me in the dungeon in the Spire, and you forgot, and I died in the dark!”

“The Spire?” the man replied. Imogen heard the others behind her.

“Cole, stop,” Solas commanded. The Templar took advantage of his hesitance and ran.

“Cole,” Imogen said gently, reaching out but not quite touching him. “He didn't kill you, he killed the human Cole. You came to him, as a spirit, to give him comfort at the end. He was not you, not the way you are now.”

“A broken body, bloody, banged on the stone. Guts gripping in the dark, dank. A captured apostate. They threw him into the dungeon in the Spire at Val Royeaux. They forgot about him, and he starved to death.”

“Yes,” Imogen said. He turned to her, his watery blue eyes boring into hers with all the power a fully realized spirit possessed. “And you crossed the Veil to help. But you couldn't make food out of nothing, so all you could give him was yourself. Your compassion. You became him when he was gone. Cole.”

“Let me kill him back. I need to.”

Imogen cupped his face in her hands, the Anchor flaring against his skin as it touched the Fade within him. “No, baby. That won't help you.”

“Then what do I do?”

“You need to forgive him.”

“What?” Varric sputtered. “He can't just forgive the man who killed him!”

“You can't,” Solas said. “But Cole is a spirit. His nature works differently.”

“Stop it, both of you,” Imogen snapped. She focused back on Cole. “Make him forget, it will remove the ties that bind you together. You will remain you, and he will no longer carry the pain of his guilt. Can you feel it? Cole, concentrate. Can you feel his pain?”

“'Don't worry, we'll erase his records'. They clap him on the shoulder, smell of oiled metal and blood. They smile at him like Louis did when he made him drown the kittens...”

“Go to him Cole. Help him. He's in pain, and you are a spirit of Compassion.”

She let him go and watched as he disappeared down the path the Templar had run. Varric was staring at her like she'd fallen from the sky – always that look, she thought idly – while Solas looked at her more pensively. She wondered if he guessed that she'd taken his words and spoken them herself.

“I hope you know what you're doing,” Varric muttered.

21 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Dash did a thing.

55 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

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