#frank/eddie

[dohydrate]

YOOO! I found an art-style that doesn’t hold me back me as much as the old one did 🙌

This doodle was so unplanned. At first I wanted to just put Eddie into a hoodie, because why not, and then I started adding random stuff. For example: a bus background, a phone, and Frank!

Although I haven’t been posting a lot, I’ve been practicing!

[swanpyart]

My relationship head canons! (I didn't make this chart, that honor goes to the artist in the credit!)

[bastard-of-a-bog-being]

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Welcome Home - Clown Illustration Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eddie Dear/Frank Frankly (Welcome Home), Eddie Dear & Frank Frankly (Welcome Home) Characters: Eddie Dear (Welcome Home), Frank Frankly (Welcome Home) Additional Tags: angsty, Angst, Memory Loss Summary:

A forgetful mailman. A puppet who likes everything just So. They were anything but made for each other, but they couldn’t help the things they Felt. Frankly, he loved him Dear. And no matter how much the mailman forgot, and how much Frankly pretended to forget, the threads of fate would always bring them together.

A Welcome Home Frank/Eddie fic

(Pssst. I wrote some Welcome Home Frank and Eddie fanfic. Two chapters so far, more to come soon. MA tag right now is to give me more freedom in later chapters to allow the story to get more intense. I’ve already started working on chapter 3, so I’m fairly invested in this fic for right now lmao. and since I’m home Friday, Saturday, and Sunday this weekend, you might get chapter 3 sooner than expected.)

[smittenroses]

— Fire Hearts

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Fandom — Welcome Home Pairing — Frank Frankly/Eddie Dear Summery — Oh what was his darling doing out so late at night, holding a jar of light ever so tight? Content Warnings — none, tooth-rotting fluff. Word Count — 751 words Author's note — Happy Pride! I wanted to write up something about these adorable two and the idea of Frank sharing his love of insects and bugs of all types made me so warm inside. I'm not too sure if Clown would want to be tagged in this so I'm not going to, but for those who enjoy Welcome Home, hope you enjoy this too <3

‘Early to bed, early to rise’ was Frank Frankly’s usual motto he would hum every night before he would tuck himself off to bed, one that had gone undisturbed in Home for a very long time. A man of habit, a man of routine. That usual routine is why Eddie was surprised to find his lover in the dead of night with a glass jar in hand, those eyes he loved so much glittering underneath the moonlight.

Eddie had still been in his pyjamas when he had stepped outside the house, the moonlight casting long shadows across the streets as he slowly took one, two steps closer to the man that sat on the grass, the glass jar in his hands softly glowing with soft little lights that danced within.

Fireflies.

“They don’t usually come around here.” Frank spoke when his beloved got close enough, the wet grass underneath his feet most likely staining his socks green with their hue, “I just had to catch some.” A rare sight in Home. That long frown that usually gloomed and sulked was twisted up softly into a slight smile, a soft joy almost seeming to bounce around his frame. Frank Frankly and bugs, the one thing that would disrupt his schedule.

“Aren’t you tired?” Eddie made sure to keep his voice down as he slowly lowered himself to the grass beside his beloved, eyeing the glass jar in his hands, “it’s late at night and the stars are singing.” Although they weren’t actually singing, their twinkling lights may as well be all the same. They sung in time with the fireflies that fluttered and sang in the jar and around the two, the family of little lights dancing, swaying in the cold, breezeless night. “It’s about time we head to bed.”

“Just a few more minutes, love,” Frank muttered softly, “I have a jar for you, too.” The cold glass of the jar was pushed into Eddie’s hands before he could think about denying his lover, feeling as he was slowly lifted from the ground and into the night. Oh, how could he deny his lover the satisfaction of catching a few, catching the memories that would forever be stored in their memories? Eddie may be a bit forgetful, but he knew that he would never forget the look that shone in Frank’s eyes, brighter than the stars, even the moon.

To allow themselves to sleep when only a marvel that could take place under the serenade of the moon would be a plight, so Eddie allowed himself to follow, to be guided, to catch the twinkling lights in his own jar. What tiredness had plagued his body before seemed to disappear under the moon’s light, especially as he held the jar, watching as the fireflies danced to an imaginary song.

No wonder Frank had broken from his routine, this was a once in a lifetime experience; to miss it would be something else, a crime against all that was good to miss the smile that blossomed on his lover’s face.

“Do we keep them?” Eddie couldn’t help but mutter, watching his lover’s face warp along the glass of the jar, though as the other man shook his head softly, Eddie couldn’t help but laugh; if he were stuck in a jar, he most certainly would want to be let out. He most certainly want to be free to fly and dance with those he cared about, his friends, his lover. To keep them in this jar would be something of a tragedy.

And so, on the count of three, the two lovers let the fireflies once more become one.

What a sight it was to watch those twinkling lights dance and light before fading into the night, leaving the two lovers dancing on dew-covered grass. No doubt Frank would be upset his favourite pyjamas were now stained with green, or that his book would be wet from laying face down on the grass, but yet those thoughts were pushed from the man’s mind for now as he let his fingers interlace with the man he adored.

Eddie couldn’t help but squeeze back, feeling the way their rings softly fit just right.

“Off to bed now,” Eddie whispered, guiding Frank back to his house, to the home that they shared, hand in hand, heart in heart, “Wally wouldn’t like if we slept in for the party.”

“Wally can wait,” Frank said softly into the night air, “I want to appreciate you some more.”

[raspberrysmoon]

(Frank/Eddie anon) Really glad you liked the suggestion! Here's a prompt: Charles decides to find another way to find power users, leaving Eddie up a creek without a paddle and with no business ventures except an arcade he doesn't want to run. Neither he nor Frank can afford the rent on their places, so they have to share a venue. They can't stand each other (until they don't).

"up a creek with no paddle" is immediately being added to my vocabulary. hello tumblr user theatricuddles. this is incredible. and beinf added to my ideas doc as we speak. you have SUCH a mind

[sleepyangelkami]

smut's fun. have you ever read soul crushing, heart aching, head throbbing comfort that makes your eyes burn out of your head to the point where you just have to crawl into a ball because your inner child feels so safe? haha... yeah smuts fun.

[xamag-draws]

I had a wonderful opportunity to make some pixel art for this Welcome Home update!! Huge thanks to Clown for having me, I hope these brought at least 1% more joy to your peepers than the site already has 🙏

[factual-fantasy]

I found this drawing prompt a few days/weeks ago and it was the PERFECT prompt for my Welcome Home AU XDDD It captured my versions of the neighbors perfectly!

I also poured a lot of effort into the artwork this time around. I think it paid off!! :))) So colorfulllll 💞💞💞

[itshelia]

Is it just me or everyone imagine their fav characters that they are obsessing over in real life???

Like I'll be at work and then I imagine that bitch sitting next to me, talking to me and admiring me while I FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVENT KISSED A MALE SPECIES IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

I don't know if that's sign of a fucking mental problem or what but I swear if I'm even Slightly upset or tired of my life i WILL open tumblr and start imagining them or talking to them (aka my wall. It be sitting there like the fuck gurl im not your man)

[realangelahernandez]

I’m so sad… time for an x reader fan fiction

[forgrtashes-blog]

Hello, Tumblr!

Today I made these drawings inspired by the song "Burning Pile" by Mother Mother, although this is probably only noticeable in the last one, lol

I've been working on this single work for a couple of days now sooo yeah! I would really appreciate your always welcome and warm feedback! Lots of love to yall!

[dohydrate]

Have some more (old but not that old) art 🎩

[swanpyart]

Eddie and Frank share a nightly dance~

[window-to-oblivion]

Man is not listening

[clowneyes0]

My brain is rotting, I think Wally may be eating it

[smallpwbbles]

Some more update doodles, of all the neighbours to throw hands with each other I love how its Sally and Frank