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intheorangebedroom · 6 months

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Can we just pretend that this is Frankie whispering I love you to you?

I hope you are feeling better. I miss harrassing you with asks 🧡

@deadmantis my LOVE, I always feel good when you’re in my notifs. This one has kept me awake and drove me crazy, but anything for you. They’re so stubborn, and when they don't want to cooperate... Anyway. I'm not entirely satisfied, but I don't want to keep you waiting any longer. I did my very best for you, I always do, I love you so, so much 🧡 Happy Frankie Friday to you 🧡

Summary: Three words. It's not that complicated.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Gabrielle Tourneur (OFC)/French fem!Reader.

Rating: explicit but no filth, just my gothic heart 🔞

Word count: 1.5k

[series masterlist]

Drabble: To Bring You My Love

He enjoys driving home to you nearly as much as he loves staying home with you.

Tonight’s no different, and when Mick Fleetwood’s voice comes up on the truck’s stereo, Francisco Morales smiles to himself in the bright city night.

He kept his promise. He fixed it. Fixed everything. Or close enough, anyway.

Friday evenings are spent at the bar again, the same dim yellow lights, the same moist, yeasty cheap beer smell. The same table.

And Tom’s chair, loudly empty.

Most likely thanks to Will, if he had to guess, and probably on your account more than his. But even Ironhead’s unwavering loyalty can only abide that many faults before his hard, cold rationalism takes over and prompts him to take action.

If Tom’s absence is a consequence Frankie hadn’t anticipated, it’s one he doesn’t regret. He’s heard the man has moved down to Florida, but he doesn’t really care. The further away from you, the better.

Pope doesn’t seem entirely dissatisfied with this new order of things, either.

As for Benny, well Benny just follows suit, like he always does.

The air is still a bit chill between him and Frankie, but they’re getting there, step by step. Frankie’s resentment receding along with his friend’s heartbreak, one drink at a time.

It’s been only two years, and overall, there’s a refreshing, easy balance to their group.

And yet, however meaningful, Tom’s departure is not the most important change.

On Friday nights, like tonight, he’s driving back to you. Whether he’ll find you already sleeping or parking your small Ford after an evening out, you’re here. For real. For good.

He’s nearly home when his phone lights up on the empty passenger seat. His gaze rapidly flickers between the road and the screen, that glares in celadon green in the cabin’s relative darkness. It’s weather alert, forecasting heavy rainfall tomorrow, he’ll have to fight the urge to drive you to the bookstore himself. Maybe he can get away with picking you up at the end of your day? Maybe you’ll let him. You can be stubborn.

He should change that impersonal default lock screen. Put a picture of you, like Santi suggested. Santi, who proudly exhibits Yovanna’s gorgeous smile and luminous beauty to just about anyone who might look at his phone’s screen.

Well, Frankie tried. Turns out he can’t. Not that he doesn’t have any pictures of you in his camera roll. At this point, he has hundreds. And you’re dressed in most of them.

But putting you on display simply feels inappropriate. For years, you’d been his secret. A ghost, a memory. A feeling akin to a curse. He had kept your name silent, protecting the possibility of your existence and the reality of what had happened in the orange bedroom.

Distracted, he re-emerges from his recurring thoughts to find himself at the front door. He considers retracing his steps to check if he locked the tuck before getting into the house, but he can’t bring himself to care. He needs to see you. The living-room’s dark but the bedroom lights are on; he takes off his jacket and gets rid of his boots before walking briskly down the carpeted corridor.

He finds you sitting in bed, the warm glow from the bedside table casting soft orange hues on your soft face. You’re leaning over a thick book, wearing your favourite t-shirt of his, a shapeless grey cotton tee with red letters that spell “Buenos Aires” across the chest. A gift from Izzy, when he was still in the military.

He pauses briefly on the threshold; a broad smile dimples his cheeks.

Your eyes are still lowered on the page when you greet him in a light, happy tone.

“Hey, gorgeous!”

“Hey, querida.”

Your head shoots up at the unusual term of endearment. He steps quickly into the room and turns his back to you to hide his embarrassment, wincing as he undoes his watch and places it on the dresser across from the bed.

“How was the evening? How’re the guys?” you ask, and he can feel your eyes boring into his back.

“Good. All good. Will asked me to tell you Sunday works for him. Apparently you’re supposed to know what that means,” he adds, pulling his plaid shirt above his head.

“Oh, neat!” you exclaim, lying your book face down on the table, wiggling your feet excitedly under the sheet. “The Guggenheim has an exhibition about early 19th century Parisian painters,” you explain.

He smiles to himself again, and proceeds to take off his belt. The heavy buckle produces a metallic thud when it hits the wooden top of the dresser.

Behind his back, your voice comes in suddenly very thin.

“You don’t mind, do you? I never asked.”

He turns, frowning, “Mind what?”

“Me. Being friends with Will. You’re not… jealous or anything, right?”

He’s about to laugh it off, a quip on the tip of his tongue, but something stops him. Something striking, unsettling in its past familiarity and its recent scarcity. It’s in the earnestness of your tone, the sudden solemnity of your gaze.

“What if I am?” he asks instead, pivoting to face you. “What would you do? Would you stop hanging with him?”

“If you asked me, yes, I would.”

“Jesus, Gabrielle, no,” he sighs, and the sting in his chest is equal part anger and regret. The consistent stab that tears at him whenever you unwillingly reveal what you put yourself through.

He crosses the bedroom in two strides to come sit by your side on the edge of the bed.

“I’d never even consider asking you something like that, baby. Why would I–”

He trails off at your hardening face.

You’ve straightened up in his t-shirt, and his eyes dart to your legs; with two fingers, he pinches the white sheet covering them to pull it down, revealing your underwear, and a purple mark in the shape of a pear that his mouth drew on your inner thigh this morning.

He looks at it when he says, “You’re a free woman. And I know you’re mine.”

The contradiction settles like placid water in the amber light between your two bodies, inexplicably logical, perfectly natural.

And the words come up in his chest, from his gut, an ancient rising tide.

“I love you, Gabrielle.”

They ring out around you in the quiet bedroom, incongruous, not unpleasant. Warm, intimate, orange.

He loves you. Of course, he does. You know he does, you’ve always known. You’ve always loved him too.

You’ve loved him young and carefree when it was easy and it was just the two of you. You’ve loved him to safety through countless godless nights. You’ve loved him back to you, you’ve loved him sinful and hurt, you’ve loved him without shame.

Yet, your breathing stops, your eyes widen. You remain silent.

He lets out a disheartened chuckle, before the crease in his brow deepens and his whiskered jaw gives that telling tick that you dread. You follow his dark gaze, it’s strained on the mark on your thigh, and he swallows thickly, licking his lips and you can’t feel your legs.

“Please,” he murmurs, so low, nearly silent, and it’s right there, bright and burning against your ribcage, but it won’t come out, your mouth is too dry and your lips won’t open.

He doesn’t lift up his eyes, instead his hand goes to your hip. He gives it a little squeeze, and you register the sensation, it travels up your body in slow ripples.

He pulls you in, sits you in his lap in a straddle, his hands roaming over your sides under his t-shirt. You let him seek the contact of your skin, how many times have the two of you sat like that? On the bed, on the floor, on the couch. In the truck or under a tent...

His denim feels too rough under your soft flesh. You recoil from the heat of his palms when he cups your face, but he catches you, firm and strong and he will never let go.

His eyes are alight with unshed tears, or perhaps it is yours, because your vision blurs when they finally meet.

“I need to hear you say it back. Please.”

In that tiled bathroom with the yellow light, all those years ago, you had nearly said it. To tame the wild look in his dark eyes when he had realised and briefly got scared. So early but not too soon, and the words had felt far too small in comparison to the feeling itself. You had chosen to soothe him with your touch.

You’d been the hopeful one, then, trustful and fearless.

Today, he is guiding you. With a light pressure of his thumb on your lower lip, the sharp edge of his nose brushing along your temple, his hand at the base of your neck grounding you, so you won’t go missing again.

“It’s ok, baby,” he says, and you feel his words more than you hear them with the white noise filling your brain, “I know you do. Just say it. I got you.”

You close your eyes, inhale his scent. You take his hand.

“Je t’aime.”

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ammonitetheartist · 3 months

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Updated Q’s ref material hehe (felt this color for the fur lining of the slippers fit the overall design better)

[Image ID: Four drawings, each depicting Q, a fan character for Murder Drones. Q wears a short-sleeved, maroon robe with blue and chartreuse tye-dye swirls. On her feet are a pair of boot-like slippers, dark blue in color and lined with salmon-red fur. The first is a design used on a pre-drawn base. Around the design is a sample palette of the colors used in it.

The second drawing depicts a catified version of Q’s design, with the robe instead being a bandana around her neck. The drawing includes a sample palette of the colors used in the design.

The third drawing includes a sketch bust of Q, with sleepy eyes and a crooked smile. The text on the left reads ‘Age: 23 | Pronouns: she/him | Voice Claim: Crowne Prince’. The text on the right reads ‘ - chill chaos | - usually v easy-going and kinda head-in-the-clouds-ish | - def still has the capacity to be blunt tho. sometimes out of nowhere | - v go-with-the-flow, let’s-do-this-and-see-what-happens type | - doesn’t care what other ppl think of her, sometimes to a fault (maybe cares a bit what Celadon and her friends think bc. they can kill him | - gets the. weirdest impulsive thoughts | - better at reading ppl than he lets on | - likes 80s-90s music (think Rubberband Man or. anything by Depeche Mode), also Glass Animals’.

The fourth drawing has three sketches of Q, the one on the top showing him leaning over a dying worker drone, saying ‘Why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food’. The worker can only respond with garbled dying noises.

The sketches on the bottom of the drawing depict a bust of Q with a mildly unamused expression. In the sketch at the bottom-left, he states ‘I don’t really like. absorb… half the things you say tbh’ to which H8 (off-screen) responds ‘PFF- Yeah, wonder why’. In the sketch at the bottom-right, Q says ‘No, I mean. on purpose’. The only response H8 can generate is ‘A.’ as Q continues ‘You’re really just. a broken record, usually’. End ID]

#murder drones #murder drones ocs #md ocs #my ocs #original characters

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sleepyowlwrites · 5 months

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if the cast of dirt in the doing were dogs, what breeds would they be?

we just watched the national dog show, so I'm gonna go through the list and pick some purely off of vibes, okay? I'm not a dog person. I'm not immune to cuteness but I'm not a dog person. okay.

Yarrow is a Russel Terrier

Shadow is an Akita

Copper is a Welsh Springer Spaniel

Moss is an Otterhound

Hawk is a Dalmatian

Jet is an Australian Shepherd

Rune is a Siberian Husky

whatcha think?

#sleepy answers #wip: city story: au #celadon friend #wip: city story: supplemental

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jils-things · 5 months

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the more i play genshin the more i remember my hate love relationship with childe

#yippee for tartaladon HAHEJAIKWJEW #i got to that one spot in liyue which was like... my special spot that i like to imagine them to walk on and i got so nostalgic #my friend had childe at that time and gave me that opportunity to mimic that daydream i had + my favorite liyue music accompanied with it #i feel so. nostalgic and... hehe childe 🥹#it's kind of hard to evaluate how i feel for childe right now (i really do like him but because of how much time has passed +#popular genshin characters overwhelm me - its hard to like him but trust me when i say i was the biggest childe lover ever)#but i do want to consider bringing back celadon if my enjoyment for genshin keeps going #im also finally fulfilling that dream to finally triple crown chongyun! hes getting there!#hes my first 4* and my strongest unit since then #bro i got real nostalgic there for a moment help UHHHHH WAITING ROOM FOR CYNO IS VACANT AAAAAAA 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️#~ rambling #genshin hours

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ammonitetheseaserpent · 4 months

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Body language/behavior part 2!

OC edition :0

Weird Frog

Energetic, with behavior that kind of blurs the line between attacking and play. It’s very playful when confronting intruders and quite rough & tumble when playing.

It gets zoomies like. a lot

It’ll do PARKOUR. take running leaps onto things (or people)

Does the fox thing aka diving nosefirst into surfaces like snow (or Celadon’s couch)

Nudging, rubbing, playful nips, air snaps, gnawing - it uses its mouth and snoot a lot to interact with others

Likes to play with the Packleader by sprinting around it, making mock lunges and climbing over it.

The Packleader

More reserved and languid, acting more like a huge breed of dog - or a lion.

Sometimes it’ll just be. on others. Definitely has that big-dog-that-thinks-it’s-a-lap-dog thing going on.

Usually walks on all fours but shifts to hind legs when moving quicker, like a hadrosaur.

When it wants someone’s attention, it’ll growl softly or paw at the ground depending on how badly the attention is wanted/needed.

You can tell when it’s had its fill of interaction because it’ll just. lay down with its back to you.

Moves very quietly, which makes it an effective ambush attacker, and also meaning that if it’s interested in what you’re doing you can turn around and it’ll just. suddenly be there.

Programmed to be protective of its pack and those it considers allies; a common way this instinct manifests is through picking them up and carrying them away from a perceived threat. The habit is so ingrained that it’ll occasionally pick up its friends just. on impulse, to interact with them (or at least it’ll try, if you’re too big for it to get you off the ground).

Another way it conveys protectiveness is to step closer to a friend’s side and draw itself up to its full height, sending the message to a potential threat that if they mess with you, they mess with it.

Likes to play with Weird Frog by picking it up and gently tossing it away, for it to then scamper right back to be thrown again.

Cure PHX

Takes a good chunk of body language and behavior from DDs and Sentinels (ie. the head tilting, tail wagging and a good chunk of the wing positioning), but also does a lot of their own, pretty reptile-like things as well.

Will sometimes flatten themselves on the ground when nervous.

Can make a low, rumbling sound deep in their chest to convey contentment or comfort.

Likes to sunbathe, and will often loaf in one place for hours at a time, their head tucked away and their wings spread across the ground.

Likes to dance (insert Toothless meme here) and will sometimes tap dance in place to entertain themselves.

To assert themselves, they’ll bob their head and slowly raise their wings.

Since they can’t rely on speech to communicate, they’re very expressive in terms of nonverbal communication (also their beak makes a sharp, clear clack that’s very effective for using Morse code).

When approaching an injured bot, they shift into ‘let me help you’ mode: no sudden movements, wings and tail feathers folded, head lowered nonthreateningly and eyes locked onto the other’s visor in preparation to shoot off the painkilling signal.

#murder drones #murder drones sentinels #sentinels #ocs #md ocs #my ocs #original characters #random snippets of my day

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robinwonder9 · 8 months

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Can Ink still travel between AUs in this multiverse?

If so, may I introduce him to the dragon known as Dratini, no burning down buildings, tiny worm boi, latter regular worm boi and even latter a chubby dragon who just wants to be your friend.

Only in any Pokémon related AU at Celadon Game Corner for 2800C!

No spoilers! Not canon but here you go :)

#scobysart #myart #undertale #undertaleau #undertale au #utmv #dragonrider au #inksans #ink sans #dratini

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chounaifu · 2 months

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Proton has a Hypno that I keep forgetting to mention. I wanted to give him a Pokémon that the Rocket grunts had in RBY, and Drowzee was one of them. Seemed under utilized. It's funny though because. Hypno is just a man. Proton got him when he was a Drowzee, they met on the fucking train between Saffron and Celadon. They just sat together and Proton was like:

"Yo."

And Drowzee was like.

"Drowzee." Translation: Hey

And then they were friends.

#➤ 《 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 》 Headcanon

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diamondphantom-art · 9 months

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OK SO I've been wanting to draw my pokemon trainer self insert with all of her pokemon for a while but...it's just not doable LOL I decided to do a group pic for the pokemon she has for each region!

For example, these are all the Pokemon she has that were first discovered in the Johto region. Most people would start with Kanto, butttt, her first journey was through Johto, so I decided to start there.

Her outfit is based on my FIRST outfit design for her (it's not her current one). She'll have a different outfit every pic! At the end I'll try to make some kind of nice ref for her.

Click the read more to learn about each of these mons!

Petal—Meganium—♀— Calm Nature Caught in her sister’s garden in Celadon City as a Chikorita. Very mellow and prefers to go with the flow. She isn’t one for crowds and prefers opens spaces with plenty of flora. She enjoys spending time in the nearby meadow looking after the local Pokémon that live there. Petal is a great mediator and often helps settle various disputes.

Ash (Ashen)—Typhlosion—♂—Timid Nature Obtained from Prof. Elm in New Bark Town. He was supposed to be a starter for new trainers, but wasn’t suited for it due to his high anxiety. With a specialized treatment plan, his anxiety is mostly under control. He’s, overall, quite timid. He rarely interacts with others and spends most of his time sunbathing or battling whoever challenges him.

Blitz—Shiny Pichu—♂—Rash Nature The child of Dia’s Pokemon: Lightning (Raichu) and Vanilla (Alolan Raichu). Born at the same time as his cousin, Tess (Pichu). As a fairly young Pokemon, he doesn’t make the best decisions. He’s quick to start fights for fun but also quick to run when it doesn’t pan out. He wants to be a great battler like his dad someday, but hasn’t seemed to do well thus far. Special notes: Shiny palette comes from GSC.

Tess (Tesla)—Pichu—♀—Timid Nature The child of Dia’s Pokemon: Duskio (Umbreon) and her sister’s Pokemon: Thunder (Pikachu). Born the same time as her cousin Blitz (Pichu). As a fairly young Pokemon, she still clings closely to her parents. She’s very meek and tends to avoid most other Pokemon besides. However, she usually tags along with Blitz in an attempt to keep him out of trouble. She seems to have a good instinct for battling, even though she isn’t particularly interested in it. Special Notes: Spiky-Eared Pichu!

Volt (Voltaic)—Laturn—♂—Calm Nature Dia fished him out by the bayside in Cherrygrove City as a chinchou. He was happy to join her and her Pokemon. Volt enjoys sunbathing, taking relaxing swims. and naps. He's not much for activity and just tends to go with the flow. Although laid back, he's the first to rush out and help anyone in trouble. Volt's a certified Pokemon Lifeguard.

Dom (Dominic)—Espeon—♂—Hasty Nature The child of Dia’s Pokemon: Navy (Vaporeon) and Syntha (Leafeon). A prankster with little impulse control. Dom likes to drag his brother Damian (Jolteon) around on mischievous adventures; usually harmless pranks are involved. He often makes visits out to Violet City because he enjoys teasing tourists with at Sprout Tower with his wild Pokemon friends.

Duskio—Umbreon—♂—Impish Nature The first Pokemon that Dia ever caught! He had been corrupted in early Shadow Pokemon projects and released into the wild. Never fully a shadow Pokemon, Dia was able to unlock his heart and return him to normal. He’s very loyal and sees himself as a protector, especially now that he has a child: Tess (Pichu). When he’s not guarding/on patrol, he greatly enjoys playing with the younger Pokemon or spending time with his partner Thunder (Pikachu).

Dell (Dellutio)—Shiny Umbreon—♂—Bold Nature Given as a gift to Dia by her father when on a trip to Orre. Even as an Eevee, his goal was always to become as strong as possible. He’s very bold, ambitious, and stubborn. He cares deeply for his partner, Escalus (Flareon) and would do anything for him. Special Notes: Shiny palette comes from the GameCube games.

Cress (Crescent)—Teddiursa—♀—Rash Nature She originally belonged to the daughter of a berry farmer. Cress desperately wanted to leave the farm and see the world, so she ran away. Dia found her and brought her back to her original trainer, but, the daughter agreed to let Cress join Dia on her journey. Cress is a hotheaded and passionate gal. Most other Pokemon shy away from her due to her personality and she has trouble making friends. Despite this, she’s actually excellent at taking care of eggs and younger Pokemon.

#my art #dia art #pokemon #self insert #trainer oc #trainersona

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