#francine harjo

[voxel-loves-you]

A couple of malcontents that are very content with each other <3

#voxel's art #francine harjo #bg3!francine #frankie & rolan #rolan #rolan bg3 #rolan/tav #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

[alsafysh]

What is Silvia's favorite and least favorite thing about Frankie?

least favorite: is that Frankie won’t be gay with her and be her wife. Silvia understands the fear of hurting someone unintentionally, but still...

most favorite: the ruthless way Frankie deals with bad guys and then turns around smiles all cute at her, and then BAM Silvia's heart beats in a way that it never has before.

it’s hard for her to remember names due to her brain damage, but she always remembers Frankie. If not by name then Charon says “your first true love,” and that’s all it takes. There’s that pang in her chest again. Even though Frankie couldn’t be with Silvia, she hopes she’s happy somewhere. 

She imagines Frankie living her best life, sitting on a chaise lounge, surrounded by 15 adorable children (adopted or had) and being served by a retinue of people who are in love with her. She’s the queen of wherever she goes. Savior even. A crown of light surrounds her smile, and in her wake a path of blood made from those who would hurt the innocent.

Silvia wants to be the umbrella that keeps Frankie safe as Francine rains destruction and builds the world anew.

#fallout 3 #voxel-loves-you #fallout 4 #silvia morgan #francine harjo #frankie #silvia loves frankie and there's nothing anyone can do about it #her first love #and the one that never was #charon is a little jealous #but only cause he loves frankie too #it's complicated

[derangedrhythms]

Love your blog. Do you have any quotes on being so in love with someone you hate them/there being a thin line between love and hate? Thank you!

“I hated him because I loved him as I have never loved anyone."

— Anaïs Nin, from 'Henry and June'

"Have you ever loved a woman? A person you love as much as you hate the hold they have on you?"

— Hannah Kent, from 'Burial Rites'

"But to fall in love does not mean to love. One can fall in love and still hate. Remember that!"

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from 'The Brothers Karamazov', tr. Pevear & Volokhonsky

"I hate and I love. Why? you might ask. / I don’t know. But I feel it happening and I hurt."

— Catullus, quoted in 'Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay' by Anne Carson

"I lay in bed alone. And I longed for him. And he disgusted me."

— Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; from ‘The Bloody Chamber’

"Did I hate him, then? Indeed, I believe so. A love like that can grow to be nine-tenths hatred and still call itself love."

— C. S. Lewis, from 'Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold'

"My own dear love, he is all my world – / And I wish I’d never met him."

— Dorothy Parker, Enough Rope; from 'Love Song'

"She had some horses. / She had some horses she loved. / She had some horses she hated. / These were the same horses."

— Joy Harjo, from 'She Had Some Horses'

"Dogs [...] love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate in their object relations."

— Sigmund Freud, from 'The Diary of Sigmund Freud 1929-1939', tr. Michael Molnar

"If love is judged by most of its results, it is more like hatred than friendship."

— François de La Rochefoucauld, from 'Collected Maxims and Other Reflections', tr. A. M. Blackmore, E. H. Blackmore & Francine Giguère

"If the love was passion, the hate will be obsession."

—Jeanette Winterson, from 'The Passion'

"In little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching."

— Willa Cather, from 'Lucy Gayheart'

"[...] let us consider the polarity of love and hate. [...] Now, clinical observation shows not only that love is with unexpected regularity accompanied by hate (ambivalence), and not only that in human relationships hate is frequently a forerunner of love, but also that in many circumstances hate changes into love and love into hate."

— Sigmund Freud, from 'The Ego and the Id', tr. Joan Riviere.

"If ice can burn [...] then love and hate can mate."

— George R. R. Martin, from 'A Storm of Swords'

"Give me more love or more disdain; / The torrid, or the frozen zone, / Bring equal ease unto my pain; / The temperate affords me none; / Either extreme, of love, or hate, / Is sweeter than a calm estate."

— Thomas Carew, from ‘Mediocrity in Love Rejected’

#🖤 #compilations #love #hate

[ashtrayfloors]

2020 Book List

An incomplete list of books I read in 2020 (not counting books I started but haven’t finished yet, or books I reread only sections of, or zines), divided into fiction, non-fiction, and poetry categories. Some of these books are hybrid works, in which case I put them into the category I felt they best fit into. An asterisk means it was a reread. I’ve bolded the ones I particularly loved. I’ve also included links to quotations/excerpts from some of them.

Fiction

Shine of the Ever, by Claire Rudy Foster

A Cathedral of Myth and Bone, by Kat Howard

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, by Ocean Vuong

The Mythic Dream, edited by Dominik Parisien and Navah Wolfe

We Had No Rules, by Corinne Manning

The Faery Reel: Tales from the Twilight Realm, edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling

The Haunting of Hill House, by Shirley Jackson

In a Lonely Place, by Dorothy B. Hughes

And I Do Not Forgive You: Stories & Other Revenges, by Amber Sparks

The Necrophiliac, by Gabrielle Wittkop

Before and Afterlives, by Christopher Barzak

Finding Baba Yaga: A Short Novel in Verse, by Jane Yolen

Wild Milk, by Sabrina Orah Mark

Nonfiction

Aim and Wish, by A.L. Staveley

Make It Scream, Make It Burn, by Leslie Jamison

After Confession: Poetry as Autobiography, edited by Kate Sontag and David Graham

The Poem That Changed America: “Howl” Fifty Years Later, edited by Jason Shinder

Boss Broad, by Megan Volpert

Go Ahead in the Rain: Notes to a Tribe Called Quest, by Hanif Abdurraqib

A Field Guide to Getting Lost, by Rebecca Solnit*

100 Times: A Memoir of Sexism, by Chavisa Woods

Recollections of My Nonexistence, by Rebecca Solnit

In the Dream House, by Carmen Maria Machado

Erosion: Essays of Undoing, by Terry Tempest Williams

The Thorn Necklace: Healing Through Writing and the Creative Process, by Francesca Lia Block

Tracing the Desire Line: A Memoir in Essays, by Melissa Mathewson

What is the Grass: Walt Whitman in My Life, by Mark Doty

Dancing at the Devil’s Party: Essays on Poetry, Politics, and the Erotic, by Alicia Ostriker

Censorship Now!!, by Ian F. Svenonius

Funny Weather: Art in an Emergency, by Olivia Laing

Madness, Rack, and Honey: Collected Lectures, by Mary Ruefle

The Wet Collection, by Joni Tevis

Black and Blue: The Bruising Passion of Camera Lucida, La Jetee, Sans soleil, and Hiroshima mon amour, by Carol Mavor

In the Blue Pharmacy: Essays on Poetry and Other Transformations, by Marianne Boruch

Jane: A Murder, by Maggie Nelson

Mean, by Myriam Gurba

I’ll Be Gone in the Dark: One Woman’s Obsessive Search for the Golden State Killer, by Michelle McNamara

Dime-Store Alchemy: The Art of Joseph Cornell, by Charles Simic

Waking the Witch: Reflections on Women, Magic, and Power, by Pam Grossman

The Art of Recklessness, by Dean Young

Poetry

An American Sunrise, by Joy Harjo

Stay, by Tanya Olson

Be Recorder, by Carmen Giménez Smith

Soft Targets, by Deborah Landau

No Matter, by Jana Prikryl

The Obliterations, by Matt Hart

Made in Detroit, by Marge Piercy 

Walking Distance, by Debra Allbery

Exploding Chippewas, by Mark Turcotte

Neon Vernacular, by Yusef Komunyakaa

The Jazz Poetry Anthology, edited by Sascha Feinstein and Yusef Komunyakaa

Black Milk, by Tory Dent

A Fortune for Your Disaster, by Hanif Abdurraqib

Witch, by Rebecca Tamás

The Carrying, by Ada Limón

Homie, by Danez Smith

The Wendys, by Allison Benis White

Babel, by Patti Smith*

Alive Together, by Lisel Mueller

Night Sky with Exit Wounds, by Ocean Vuong

Advice from the Lights, by Stephanie Burt

This Is Not a Frank Ocean Cover Album, by Alan Chazaro

Blood on Blood, by Devin Kelly

American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin, by Terrance Hayes

Teahouse of the Almighty, by Patricia Smith

Fantasia for the Man in Blue, by Tommye Blount

Louise in Love, by Mary Jo Bang

Come the Slumberless to the Land of Nod, by Traci Brimhall

The Queer Body Anthology, edited by Yes, Poetry

Wolf Face, by Matt Hart

Living Room, by June Jordan

Trickster Feminism, by Anne Waldman

Here is the Sweet Hand, by Francine J. Harris

Dead Girls, by Francesca Lia Block

Inside the Wolf, by Niamh Boyce

I live in the country & other dirty poems, by Arielle Greenberg

The Death Metal Pastorals, by Ryan Patrick Smith

Bestiary of Gall, by Emilia Phillips

Toxicon and Arachne, by Joyelle McSweeney

Blood Box, by Zefyr Lisowski

Indictus, by Natalie Eilbert

This Is Still Life, by Tracy Mishkin

The Time Unraveller’s Travel Journal, by Upfromsumdirt

Love Poems, by Pablo Neruda

Excerpts from a Secret Prophecy, by Joanna Klink

Sorry for Your Troubles, by Pádraig Ó Tuama

Saranac Lake Ghost Poems, by Maurice Kenny

Light-Headed, by Matt Hart

The Tiny Jukebox, by Nate Slawson

Sham City, by Evan Harrison

Modern and Normal, by Karen Solie

My Tall Handsome, by Emily Corwin

When My Brother Was an Aztec, by Natalie Diaz

Guidebooks for the Dead, by Cynthia Cruz

Dandarians, by Lee Ann Roripaugh

Her book, by Éireann Lorsung

44 Poems for You, by Sarah Ruhl

Imaginary Menagerie, by Ailbhe Darcy

The Girl Aquarium, by Jen Campbell

Still Life with Two Dead Peacocks and a Girl, by Diane Seuss*

War of the Foxes, by Richard Siken

#nomanborn #list #books #2020 #jessie lynn mcmains #things i read

[coolcatdotty-blog]

Dear ex girlfriend,

Francine,

I miss you so much, you asshole. Why’d you have to go off and die? ..... At least you didn’t leave me for my brother like my last girlfriend, I guess.

I’ll probably see you soon, anyway.

Love you,

Dorothy.

#francine harjo #frankiiiie ;u; #letter meme #vegas baby #stranger danger #answers

[easybeincheesy-blog1]

✹POW!✹ [with her little noodle arms]

16. punch in the face

"What are you doing? Is there a bug on my face? Did you get it?"

#francine harjo #francineharjo #lol

[voxel-loves-you]

#voxel's art #francine harjo #bg3!francine #frankie & rolan #rolan #bg3 #they're so gross in love #<3

[alsafysh]

a thrilling story

Jack Cabot be like :| then he be like :{ then he meeta special Francine then he be like :], but she was like >:E and he like :,[

will he ever :]]] again?

#francine harjo #jack cabot #voxel-loves-you

[aboutaboat]

"Lola, do you have any dreams? Not sleep dreams, but you can tell me about sleep dreams too, if you like. Do you even sleep?"

"Um no I don't dream. But I've heard about dreams. Sometimes when Lucullus get's sleepy he curls up on top of me and naps. I can hear him mumbling. I don't think he has very nice dreams. Some of the recruits cry when they fall asleep on me. I think I'm happier without the dreams after hearing the things they say." :(

#Sad Lola is sad #aboutaboat #francine harjo

[voxel-loves-you]

For a hot minute I put Frankie with her standard Fallout ship in the Venture Bros universe. But this? *chef's kiss* No ragrets.

#francine harjo #gary fischer #henchman 21 #venture bros #voxel's art #literally no one asked for this #not even me #yet here we are #also for anyone wondering #her standard fallout ship is now her arch #oh how the turntables

[voxel-loves-you]

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead - gimme that sweet sweet grumpy tiefling man please

Rolan sat down next to Francine on the bench and read over what she had already finished translating. The fact that she would draft out the translations on a separate piece of parchment wasn’t lost on him, and he greatly appreciated how neat it made the final drafts. 

Setting aside her work, he looked over at Francine. She remained focused on her current task, as though Rolan were just another magical bauble, tome, or scroll that would be assessed at a later time. Not that he minded. There was something romantic in seeing her pour over pages of script and look so engaged. It made his heart ache in the most wonderful way.

“Francine? Francine?”

Nothing. Not a single word. She was miles away in some ancient and forbidden realm, breathing new life into histories forgotten by time.

Rolan sidled up right against her. “My heart?”

“Mm?” She looked at him, suddenly shocked back to reality. “When did you get here?”

Carefully tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, he smiled at her. “I finished reading over the books we got down from the Abjuration section. And I think it’s time to call it a night. Yes?”

Her eyes flitted between him and the work before her. “I just have one more scroll. I’ll finish it, then come to bed. You go on without me”

Rolan wrapped his arms around her. “I think I will make myself your personal nuisance while I wait.”

“As though you haven’t been my very own personal nuisance for as long as I’ve known you?” 

“Ah, yes. Of course. I was the one forcing my way into your business while you kicked and screamed first in an idyllic grove, and then again while depressed and drunk in a shadow cursed nightmare.”

“Very accurate,” she laughed, pressing her forehead against his. “Let me at least make a note about where I am.”

“You’re welcome to try.” He leaned away, tilting his head slightly as he held her gaze. “Maybe I’ll start with a few dozen kisses to your cheek and see where that takes me.”

“For free translation services I’m only afforded cheek kisses?”

“Come to bed.” He quirked an eyebrow. 

Francine mirrored his expression then turned away from him to make some quick notes. However, before her quill even touched the parchment, a warm hand caressed the side of her neck. He kissed her temple softly, then trailed several more kisses down to her cheek. 

“Come to bed.” 

Francine’s face burned. And as she began to talk back, Rolan stole a kiss. 

His lips lingered against hers. “Come to bed, please.”

“Did you know that you are unbelievably stubborn?” 

He nodded, kissing her again more deeply.

“And irritating.” Her voice trembled slightly, as Rolan’s thumb brushed against her ear.

Just when Rolan was about to kiss her a third time, a different voice interjected.

“And he’s got a big ego.”

Both Rolan and Francine turned back to see Lia wearing a somewhat disgusted expression.

“He’s very bad at picking places for romantic trysts as well.” She pointed over her shoulder. “That? Oh, that's just my room. Would love to relax there without seeing my brother do this.”

Not far away, Cal poked his head out of a different room. “Oh gross! Was he being flirty again?”

Rolan held his face in his hands and let out a muffled scream. 

Francine cleared her throat, trying not to laugh. Standing, she tugged lightly on Rolan’s sleeve. “Goodnight, Lia.”

“Goodnight, Francine.”

Still tugging a mortified Rolan along, Francine waved goodnight to Cal as well.

“Don't encourage them,” Rolan hissed.

“Oh don’t be like that Rolan,” Cal teased.

Rolan said something under his breath and both Lia’s and Cal’s doors slammed shut simultaneously.

Francine gave him a sidelong glance, smirking.

Unable to handle her silence for longer than a few seconds he bit back, “What?!”

“It’s just that you got what you wanted,” she laughed. “I’m coming to bed.”

“Gods, you’re impossible.” He hid his face in his hands once more, attempting to compose himself.

“I could go back to translat—”

“Absolutely not!”

#voxel's writing #francine harjo #bg3!francine #frankie & rolan #rolan bg3 #rolan/tav

[voxel-loves-you]

She got dressed up just for this parfait.

#voxel's art #francine harjo #bg3!francine #tiefling #tav #and for the malcontent wizard that suddenly owns a tower

[voxel-loves-you]

Frankie trying to tell Sam via email she won't be able to finish modifying his rifle for another week because she doesn't have enough materials. But she accidentally hits send too quickly:

Hi Sam,

I am afraid

Sam responding to her email by showing up 10 minutes later with 4 of every item on the Chunks menu:

"Be not afraid. I have snacks and nowhere to go. Cora selected a movie for us, though she passed on watching it because she wants to watch something scary...and that felt inappropriate to... invite you... why are you laughing?"

"You didn't read the follow-up email, did you?"

"Follow-up?"

"You know what, Sam? I am afraid. Terribly afraid. Just downright fearful. And I think I need to watch the children's movie Cora picked while we stuff our faces with Chunks."

"That is excellent. I have never seen My Girl. I can't wait!"

--later that night--

Sam is sobbing his eyes out and begging Frankie to never go near bees. Frankie is also sobbing and promising to never go near bees. Neither of them knows wtf a bee is.

(credit to @and-down-we-go and their mom for the fabulous prompt idea from this extremely tumblr famous post)

#cora you are an absolute monster #you horrid little troll child #10/10 #she knew what she was doing #francine harjo #sam coe #cora coe #starfield

[voxel-loves-you]

We marathoned the entirety of Venture Bros and I decided to Venture-fy Frankie. She's a low level villain named Radio Silence that lies about the full range of her abilities to remain a low level villain. No need to overachieve when she already is arching the person she wants to arch.

#voxel's art #francine harjo #fallout oc #venture bros #venture bros au

[voxel-loves-you]

I Starfield-ified Frankie. Go get your Neon born gunsmith in the basement at the Lodge, tinkering at the weapon workbench. Alternatively she'll be in one of the other Constellation member's rooms, snooping on their computer. And she isn't being sneaky about it either. She's openly making it her business and you will accommodate.

If you start befriending her, she'll kiss your boo-boos better via offering you free meds. She doesn't care if you steal crap or make morally horrid choices as long as you aren't hurting kids. So go make that evil character. The field where her fucks were growing is barren.

#voxel's art #francine harjo #fallout oc #starfield #starfield!au #romance her if you want I guess #she probably won't be interested unless you are particularly bizarre in some way and kind (specifically to her) #ps she might be crushing on the space cowboy yeeeeehaw #but have you seen the posters in his bedrooms in the lodge and on akila? sir she is available when you are ready to talk

[voxel-loves-you]

@alsafysh inspired some doodle magic. I have commission work to do, but I'll come back to this when I finish 😊

#voxel's art #francine harjo #bg3 #bg3 tav #tiefling #derdles