#stakeshippping

[kolcheksluver]

Never say I don’t do anything for you guys stakeshipping nation🫵‼️

[endofradio]

Question. Do you ship Joey and Frank?

I don’t 😭😭😭 I mean. I can kinda see WHY people ship them and I’ll ship them as a joke but I can’t see it ever working especially with how Frank wanted to kill Caleb. I’m a Joey/Rickles truther or Joey/Lazar. The concept of Frank and Joey is interesting I WILL say that but I just can’t picture them really being a thing. MAYBE enemies with benefits though. Maybe. I dunno.

[heljay]

There was an old MEP part I made back in 2013 that I decided to remake and expand! It was Stakeshipping, for MillenniumLoveStudio, one of two parts I put into the Still Into You MEP. And since I’m an official Stakeshipper at this point, I thought I’d have some fun with this!

So much masking. So much. I forgot how simultaneously tedious and fun it was. Also, prerendering is magic, when it comes to making the camera move on a manip.

Enjoy!

[kolcheksluver]

My monthly daisy jones brainrot and thus my monthly stakeshipping/daisybilly parallels consume my brain. I hate you Billy Dunne.

[kolcheksluver]

I’m soo normal about them guys

[kolcheksluver]

Frank having the thought of Joey dying before him. And it's either he's gonna turn her into a Vampire. Or he's gonna die with her. (If you know what I mean)

BITE THE HAND ( THAT NEEDS ME ) — A ONE SHOT.

characters mentioned: Ana Lucia Cruz / Joey, Adam Barrett / Frank

overview: “This is gonna hurt.”

“No shit.”

“Just stay still.”

His lips connected with that same spot on her neck and kissed it like before momentarily before the sharp incisions that he called vampire teeth all but eagerly bit into the tender flesh which earned a sharp a gasp from his lover, one of her hands reaching for his hair and gripping onto it tightly. Frank couldn’t tell if it was her trying to pull him closer or away. The thick metallic liquid filled his mouth and it was just about all he could focus on. It was different than all the blood he’s had before. It was a bit sweet, to him anyway. Like something he could easily get addicted to.

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warnings: A bit suggestive?? At times?? Blood mention obvi

For someone who was surrounded by blood and death every night one would assume the thought of Joey dying had crossed his mind. But truthfully? It hadn’t really. Sometimes he would trace the scars she had accumulated from the night at the mansion and ones that were there the night they had hooked up initially while she lay peacefully beside him in a peaceful sleep, the moonlight that managed to seep through the curtains of their room reflected off her and — he would never admit this out loud — she looked pretty, but the thought of Joey dying never truly crossed his mind. Only in his nightmares.

But lately, for whatever fuckin’ reason, the idea had been looming over his head like some cartoonish raincloud and it struck an internal cord in him. He didn’t want to be alone again. He liked having the weight of someone in his bed beside him at night. He liked waking up to her indent in her side of the bed. Frank wouldn’t admit these but he liked having someone to call his own. A constant in his life compared to all the variables he was surrounded with every day. He didn’t say it often ( if at all ) but he loved Joey. And the thought of outliving her was a reality he didn’t want to accept, something he couldn’t.

For all his selfishness and cruelty with a tendency to ruin everything he touches he didn’t want to ruin this one. There was no way she would agree to it though, right? Whenever they were making out and he went to kiss her neck he always heard her voice ringing in the back of his head saying, mind your teeth. Of course the fangs were retractable and yeah, sometimes he wondered what her blood would taste like — and not just the tiny bit she oh so graciously let him lick off whenever she got a cut on her hand or something of the sort. The thought was addictive but maybe that was just his urge to ruin a good thing.

The night played out like normal; Joey made herself dinner and he sat across from her so she wouldn’t eat alone, a glass of whiskey he made himself in front of him. They talked about the mundane things, like how her day was, plans for tomorrow since it was her day off, etc. and when she was washing the dishes he came up behind her, wrapping an arm loosely around her waist. Joey hummed in acknowledgment. “You heading out?”

He bit his tongue. Instead he pressed some light kisses to the back of her neck, trailing them down before fixating on a specific spot. Joey glanced over at him, but nothing in her body language said she was nervous. Confused, if anything, but not nervous. “Frank?”

“Mm?”

“What’re you doing?”

“You know I love you, right?”

Something had to be wrong. Joey shut the water off and dried her hands, trying to ignore how the feeling of Frank’s lips against her neck made her legs feel like jelly, and pulled away to face him. “Did you hit your head?”

Frank pulled back once she started to turn around and his face screwed up, “What? No. Can’t I just tell my girlfriend I love her?”

“If it were anyone else sure, but you? No. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ — Yes. I’m fine, Joey. I just had an idea is all.”

“What idea?”

Frank felt a weird sense of nervousness consume him. What the fuck was he so nervous about? The worst she could say is no. He took her hands with an uncharacteristic tenderness as he led her away to the couch. “Do you ever think about dying?”

“What?”

“Okay — Okay. Bad thing to open with.” Christ, he was bad at this. He pinched the bridge of his nose with a free hand and just sighed. “I just, okay. I just think that … the idea of you dying would really suck and would like to, uh, prevent it.” Joey’s confused face told him his words were doing him no favors. Frank didn’t want to admit it but it seemed like that was the only way to get through to his point. “I want to .. y’know,” he made a wild hand gesture.

“No. I don’t know.”

“You know, Joey.”

She took a moment to process his words and stiffened slightly once it hit her. “You want to turn me?”

“Yes.”

Her eyebrows furrowed and Frank was preparing himself for a sure rejection. Instead he was met with a simple word; “Sure.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Just do it before I change my mind, Frank.”

“Fine but not on .. the couch.” That’d be a bitch to clean. He took her to the bathroom and shut the door, and Joey took her shirt off. He gave her a look that read what the fuck are you doing? And she set it neatly beside the sink, “I’m not having another shirt ruined.” Frank rolled his eyes but kneeled beside her, doing his best not to stare. She makes it so hard not to, though. Frank tenderly brushed a bit of her hair off her shoulder.

“This is gonna hurt.”

“No shit.”

“Just stay still.”

His lips connected with that same spot on her neck and kissed it like before momentarily before the sharp incisions that he called vampire teeth all but eagerly bit into the tender flesh which earned a sharp a gasp from his lover, one of her hands reaching for his hair and gripping onto it tightly. Frank couldn’t tell if it was her trying to pull him closer or away. The thick metallic liquid filled his mouth and it was just about all he could focus on. It was different than all the blood he’s had before. It was a bit sweet, to him anyway. Like something he could easily get addicted to.

He pulled away momentarily albeit very reluctantly and swallowed thickly, already wanting to go back in for seconds. He watched the blood trickle down her neck from the bite marks and tried not to take a finger and swipe some. Instead he bit down on his hand, his not - so sweet taste consuming the addictive taste that was Joey’s as he offered it to her. She, despite feeling slightly loopy, took it and drank from the wound and it took a moment before she moved to face the toiler, feeling all that was about to come up.

Frank held her hair back lightly as their toilet filled with blood - vomit, and by the time she flushed, Joey looked over at him with a matching set of teeth. Part of him wanted to smile a bit. But instead he just let go of her hair, “How do you feel?”

“Great.”

“Told you.”

[kolcheksluver]

I miss you, I’m sorry

I love you, i’m sorry

It came to me in a vision but also I know I’m right ft. Marley mom reveal if I didn’t do that already

[kolcheksluver]

“New crane wives album out,” I say with the intent of editing Stakeshipping to the songs

[kolcheksluver]

Gonna do my best to write tomorrow I swear i’ve been slacking on content my bad y’all ….

[kolcheksluver]

Do you have any Joey and Frank fanfics you plan to publish?

Full blown multi chapter ones? At the moment no, I haven’t written one like that since my wattpad days and lord. They were bad. For right now it’s just funky misc one shots unless a multi chapter one is something y’all are interested in seeing from me

[kolcheksluver]

Do you have any gifs that you think scream Frank and Joey. Loved the moodboard, btw

I don’t at the moment no </3 also ty its my friend and I’s fav next to the sydavid pin board

[kolcheksluver]

Do you have any mood boards of Frank and Joey? And if so, share?

My honest reaction to this /POS POS POS

My friend and I have a shared pin board for them >:)

[kolcheksluver]

This might be them chat ..

[kolcheksluver]

I’ll do my best to get to the requests in my inbox today i’m so sorry I’ve been slacking

[kolcheksluver]

First day of senior year chat I’ll do some writing when I’m out of hell for the day

[kolcheksluver]

I js woke up from a nap idk if up do any writing today but feel free to send in any requests for the society, abigail, legion, etc.