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Steven: Hey, you better ask Francis 'f ya can go out with me tomorrow. There's this new restaurant I've been dyin' to go to...
Francis 2: 👁️👁️
Steven: Oh, right.
Steven: Dinner. Tomorrow. Me!
Francis 2: HOORAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!
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And for eternity, I wanna be your what's happening!
Since I already technically made a Francis 2 stimboard. Here is a general Francis^2 stimboard for anon!
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#yes the fic is by me#shameless plug#stimboard#my ass is NOT maintagging this#francis^2#tw unsettling#unsettling#food stims#toy stims
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al pacino photographed by steve wood, london, 1974.
#al pacino#cinema#italian american#70s#60s#movies#francis ford coppola#london#photography#cinephile#retro#classic cinema#vintage photography#iconicmoments#FilmLegend#hollywood icons#legendary actor#1970s#Godfather#Godfather 2
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Seen some of these types of francis fanarts where he killed those D.D.D guys so i thought i make one myself🔥/hj
(edit: original😭)
#Also invincible is peak#btw#Season 2 was insane literally??#Anyways!!#Back at it again with the francis art because im obsessed with him#francis mosses#thats not my neighbor#tnmn#milkman#francis mosses x reader#my art#meme#doppelganger francis mosses#fake blood#tw blood
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nanny and the walking-on-water gardener
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OK I am a little sorry about the Brother Francis one but not no. 6
#good omens#aziraphale#aziraphale and crowley#michael sheen#good omens 2#aziracrow#good omens fandom#crowley#david tennant#good omens memes#incorrect good omens quotes#ineffable spouses#ineffable partners#ineffable idiots#ineffable husbands#incorrect quotes#good omens text post#shax good omens#brother francis
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omg I finally finished it. I was torn in wondering if this was out of character for Lizzy but my final concusion is that she's a kid and your parents being romantic is gross no matter what you like. lil headcanon ♡
#not that it took so long it's just been hard to work on stuff#i still got like 2 more midford thoughts but i took the slightest detour to think about the kids a bit more and I'm happy#every monthly post to me is a success. i hope its not been more than a month#but speaking of that i really should right now thank everyone who still like remembers me and offers me such a warm welcome whenever i pop#up#it means a lot and i sure hope i can go back to actually interacting with y'all again cause y'all are suuuppper cool#so thanks for all the greetings and HELLOOOO to you too✌️ things are going very well in total#kuroshitsuji#black butler#kuroshitsuji fanart#fanart#elizabeth midford#lizzy midford#ciel phantomhive#soma asman kadar#soma black butler#ociel#sieglinde sullivan#sieglinde black butler#sebastian michaelis#agni black butler#wolfram black butler#francis midford#alexis midford
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Captain Francis Crozier, at Furthest North.
#the terror amc#francis crozier#my art#can't believe it took me 2 rewatches AND getting refs for this to realize it's the hungarian state opera house. girl i was there last month#anyway yeah i was looking at gifsets of the last shot of the show and feeling nauseous with emptiness etc etc when#the thought struck me that it looks an awful lot like the tableau vivants from the ep1 flashbacks in its stillness#i have no idea whether that was an intentional reference (a sort of twisted mockery of how that scrubbed and polished portrayal of history#contrasted with the deeply sad and inglorious reality#or some sort of meta about storytelling itself. i'm not really smart enough to say lol) but i made this anyways. enjoy#pattern recognition go brrrrrrrrrrrrrr#i bent over backwards trying to make this symmetric and harmonious. it isn't but if i don't post it now i never will
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THE TERROR ▸ 1.10 we are gone
crozier finds a seal hole and sits before it. he binds his thighs with cord to keep his legs still, settles his breathing, and begins to wait in perfect silence with his harpoon. in no time, the boy is sleeping against his leg. crozier watches and waits. he may be here a long while. but he has learned these last years to be more still. more patient. and quieter. quieter even than the snow. END.
#theterroredit#franciscrozieredit#the terror#francis crozier#cnomadedits#dailytvfilmgifs#tvedit#filmtv#userbbelcher#cinematv#dailyshowbiz#the last gifset!!! i can't believe i've been posting a gifset a day since nov 2022#almost 2 full years#i hope you all have enjoyed the ride!!
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Warlock asks Nanny about it once.
She’s cutting apples for him, just the way he likes, and he’s gazing out of the window at the lush, green gardens that his mother so proudly upholds. Among the waxy leaves and spindly saplings, Brother Francis tends to the flora carefully, though Warlock’s quite sure he’s just taking certain leaves between his finger and his thumb, and studying them closely. But what did Warlock know about gardening?
He notices Nanny looking out those windows, too. Though she always gazes and stares with a deep intent, as if she only cares when she does, and it so happens that she never looks upon the garden empty.
What was that funny thing Nanny and Brother Francis had taught him? The thing that Nanny discouraged, to which Brother Francis promoted quite devoutly?
“Nanny, have you ever been married?”
Warlock knows what marriage is. After all, his parents are married, if you can call it that. They married, once, out of love. But it’s since faded. It’s more traditional, now. Out of convenience and a general apathy to trying again.
Nanny’s quick hand stills, blade edge flat against the cutting board. With her back turned to the young boy, he cannot make out her expression. He never can, what with her poised shades she wears pointedly upon her nose. But she speaks soon again.
“No,” she replies, simply.
Warlock considers this. “Do you ever want to be?”
Nanny, who had taken up the cutting again, pauses once more. She sets the knife against the board and tilts her chin towards Warlock. “Wherever have you learned such personal questions, dear?”
She’s not refusing to answer him. She never has. She just asks in true curiosity, and perhaps a slight avoidance. But Warlock’s eight, now, and he knows how to navigate her tricks.
“Where do you think?”
At that, she pauses, lips pursed with their consistent purple tint. The lipstick she wears, that faintly stains Warlock’s forehead when she kisses him goodnight and tucks him in after a bedtime story: often about a garden, or a bird that chirped too loudly, and was cast down to the ground by the other birds. One who became the kind bird of the grounds, and took in other reject birds that had fallen similarly.
She considers his answer a moment more, satisfied with the obvious influence she’s had on him. She turns back to the apple slices.
“Perhaps,” she answers.
There is quiet for a moment. He doesn’t mind, he’s grown up with Nanny at his side, and has become quite fond of the silence. It is where thoughts are made, she said once.
She finishes cutting the apples, and plates the sweet snack to serve to the boy. “What troubles you, dear? You seem awfully curious, all of the sudden.”
Not that she minds. Nanny never rejects curiosity.
“Nothing’s wrong, Nanny, it’s just—” he pauses, considers his next words and how to place them. “You look at Brother Francis a lot, and—”
Nanny interrupts him after an audible, suspicious gulp. “Who?”
He frowns, eyes boring into the back of her head. “You know Brother Francis.”
She seems quite comically nervous, like she’s pressed a wax-seal act over her true thoughts. “Oh, yes,” she decides, too much breath coming with her words. “The gardener.”
“You like him, Nanny.”
She turns, abruptly. “I most certainly do not!” Her voice comes out a tad shrill, though perhaps it’s just outrage and scandal.
Warlock narrows his eyes, perplexed. “But you look at him all of the time.”
“When has that ever had anything to do with- with love?” She struggles with the word.
The boy shrugs. “Mum and Dad don’t look at each other,” Warlock observes. “But Brother Francis looks for you, too.”
Nanny’s mouth, ready with a retort, or perhaps a counter-argument, flicks towards a different shape. One that might be, he does? Or perhaps Warlock is mistaken. She pauses, lips pursed again, and sets her teeth.
“I’m sure he does, love.”
The plate is set before him, and Warlock soon forgets his questions. He never asks Nanny again.
But he’s reminded of it when her eyes, barely visible in the light, flick towards the window into the dazzling garden.
Years later, Warlock is nearly sixteen, and has since let the thoughts from half his lifetime ago fade. They never die, just sort of… wait. Wait to be plucked again, notes of memory leaping from their tinny strings. Like a harp.
His mother takes him into town. Soho, where he has no interest in seeing, but his mother so desperately needs a new vinyl, a coffee, and though she never says it: a moment to get away from the house, or more specifically, her husband within it.
She agrees to let him wander. She trusts him, for all she hasn’t before. And perhaps, she says, the fresh, un-televised air could do him some good.
He’s only taken two steps out of the coffee shop, where his mother remains to await her tea, before he almost runs smack into two pedestrians, arm in arm. He takes a surprised jump back, tongue set with an angry scolding, when he gets a good look at them from behind.
“Nanny?”
They both freeze in unison, as if they both know the name, and the voice that has conjured it forth once more for the first time in five years. Warlock notices something else.
“Brother Francis?” He prods, shocked. “Izzat you?”
Both of the two now turn, and everything around the three fades into blurring colors and churning noises.
Warlock would be a rotten liar if he had said he hadn’t missed them dearly. He would also be a lousy boy if he didn’t recognize them by the backs of their heads alone, he thinks. Because he would know them anywhere. They’d always done a much better job at raising him than his own parents.
They both look different now. Brother Francis seems to have had dental work done, and has cleaned up quite nicely. Nanny, though, appears to have changed her style completely. Her- his? Their? Who knows. But she still sports a fine pair of shades upon the bridge of her nose.
The pair seem to stutter, splutter with a little awestruck surprise. It’s as if they’d never expected to see him again.
“Oh- Warlock,” Nanny Ashtoreth begins, feigning a cool-headed surprise. “How good to see you.”
She sounds different too. Less of a high strain on her voice, more natural.
But Warlock seems to finally feel a gear shift, and a puzzle piece clicks into place. He glances down to the space between the two, where their arms are linked.
In his dumbfounded state, he feels a smile split the trance.
They both see it at the same time, chins tilting to follow his gaze. When they catch where his eyes are, their stares mingle together in concern. It’s a look that wonders aloud whether or not they should be worried, or blatant.
Warlock looks back up to their faces. “I see now why you two left,” he adds, grinning wider.
He can’t help it. He was right all along.
Warlock remembers something, then. It takes all of his power not to burst out into a triumphant laugh.
“I’m sure he does,” he says, slyly.
Nanny’s eyes, illuminated from behind with daylight, widen. She remembers, too. Of course she does.
And she bites back a twinning smile.
#good omens#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#good omens 2#ineffable idiots#warlock good omens#crowley good omens#aziraphale good omens#nanny ashtoreth#brother francis#good omens fic#good omens ficlet#fic#ficlet#author#ao3#good omens fan fiction
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Just a silly little thing I have started working on :3
#thats not my neighbor#tnmn#francis mosses#uhhhhh#scarlet milkman#yeahhhhhhh#this is the fic I was scared of posting#because if this flops I may just die#francis^2
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I can be talked into drawing literally anything if it's stupid enough
#cheez rambles#my art#fanart#fandom character#zoey l4d#louis l4d#francis l4d#left 4 dead#left 4 dead 2#// bill is also there next to zoey if you squint#// college students when you serve them a healthy nutritious meal instead of 2 minute noodles: 🤨#// scopophobia
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"Right now I'm free, so I have a slot for you." by Frederick Francis (FF69)
#frederick francis (ff69)#mercenary#fighter#longsword#gambeson#pauldron#plate armor#pouch#girl 2 gp is nothing have some respect for yourself
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Easy there, Princess. I’m a cop.
I saw this post and had thoughts.
#left 4 dead 63#left 4 dead 2#l4d2#francis#nick#gangster boyfriends#gender bender#rule 63#my art#not pictured: Coach screaming “NICKY. GET. YO ASS. IN THE GODDAMN CAR.”
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。⋆hannibal nbc as littlest pet shops⋆ ˚。⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。⋆
#i think chilton could be controversial but hear me out!! this is based on that one post about him being like an annoying puppy#and i just love him so much he's my babygirl what can i say??#i could've put m*son as a pig but they're too cute to be compared with him#hannibal nbc#littlest pet shop#littlest pet shops#lps#will graham#hannibal lecter#abigail hobbs#margot verger#alana bloom#francis dolarhyde#reba mcclane#jack crawford#beverly katz#frederick chilton#freddy lounds#bedelia du maurier#i know there's a few missing like chiyoh jimmy and zeller but i can't come up with one for them yet so maybe i'll do a part 2#nbc hannibal#my post ♡
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As if I don't have 10 other wips what I want currently is a fitzier fic in which it's Francis, who after all the events of the canon, is sent back in time to 1.01 go for broke just before that wardroom meeting, and he has no time to make inroads with James and he knows that if he can't convince Sir John to abandon one of the ships and shelter away from the ice for the winter they are done for, so he does the only thing he can: pulls James aside and tells him he knows everything, about the circumstances of his birth, about Barrow Jr, and says either you support me in there or I tell everyone.
So together they convince sir John and because there are too many men now to fit comfortably on one ship, they are made to share the same berth. The fucking potential, man.
#the terror amc#the terror#fitzier#fic ideas#ALSO CONSIDER#james later tries to kill him#volunteers to join him in a 2 person off ship research task and hits him on the back of the head with his rifle#intending to then throw him into a nearby ravine#and francis has to explain how it is he knows and how he has travelled back in time and convince him that they were friends!!!#he doesn't want to die yes but more importantly he knows what killing someone like this would do to *james*#hhhh imagine
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