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penvisions · 7 months

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the melting point {chapter 14}

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! Reader)

Summary: The group takes the day off and goofiness ensues on the beach!

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: slight sexual tones, teasing, play fighting, play wrestling, kissing, love confessions (oh yeah, i went there)

A/N: just a little something to get back into the swing of things with this story, these characters mean so much for me but it is one of my less angsty fics and my life has been a little hectic so it was hard to focus on them, but they are back and i hope you like this installment

ao3 link || series masterlist || main masterlist

The restaurant was fancy.

It must’ve taken a lot for Frankie to get a reservation here, you mused as you were led by the hostess to the bar to get a complimentary drink while they cleared a table for you. You were in a black, sleeveless dress and chunky heeled boots. Frankie was in a dark green button down that had faint, black paisleys dotted on the fabric. The lighting was low and soft, creating a nice environment to take in the way he looked across the booth from you. He had forgone hid cap tonight in favor of slicking his hair back in a delicious way.

“I’m so glad I can finally do this, you deserve it.” His smile was a little shy as he looked over the menu in his hands at you. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks, a nervous giggle sparking into the air. You had no idea why you were nervous, this was Frankie. One of the most easy-going people in your life, one of the most important. But your revelation of feeling so much for the man had been in the back of your mind since it had made itself very apparent. Your nerves were alight with the realization, turning you into a bashful mess of a person.

The drinks had just been delivered to the table and your appetizer order was placed when a server was approaching you with a cool, professional air.

“Excuse me, but there is someone requesting to stop by your table.”

You and Frankie shared a puzzled look, unsure of who would know where either of you were let alone ask to approach. He was stealthy as his eyes roamed the visible part of the restaurant but when he didn’t notice anything out of place, he brought them back to you. Your expression was slightly controlled though there was a furrow to your brow that he could see behind the frames of your glasses.

“Request accepted, I’m curious.” You smiled politely but not unkindly at the server who had begun to shift their weight from foot to foot, the situation obviously being something they had yet to encounter.

It was a few minutes after they left when the food critic from the other night approached the table with a martini in her hand.

“Darling! I’m so happy to have run into you out in the wild,” You stood as soon as you recognized her, wanting to properly greet her. The drink in her hand was lifted away from her middle as you both leaned in and embraced loosely. She leaned in and did the whole air kiss to both sides of your face and you mimicked her friendly greeting with a smile. You were glad to see her, truly.

“I’m so glad you came out the other night, it meant so much to me!”

“Of course, I never pass up a chance at something new and exciting in this city.” She took a sip from her drink and her eyes wafted over the table, making sure you had your own. “It was such a good time, but you simply have to introduce me to this handsome gentleman. You two were the focus of attention once things had concluded.”

“Oh! This is Fransisco Morales, he’s-“

“Her boyfriend,” He had stood, sliding himself out of the booth at the attention. He took her hand but was pulled forward in a loose wrapping of arms around his shoulders and the same movement of air kisses she had done with you. He didn’t seem phased by the forwardness of the woman. Being cordial and kind, though you could see the twinge of pink that had bloomed on the back of his neck. You tried to keep the wide smile from taking over your entire face, warmth washing over you at his words. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“You two are the cutest!” She held her drink up and you retrieved your own from the table as did Frankie, clinking the glasses together in a toast for whatever notion she had popping into her head.

“I’ll let you two get back to your evening,” She caught sight of the server approaching the table once again with your appetizer and two sharing plates. “We’ll be in touch, I’ll let you know when the article is due to come out, should be next months edition and a blurb in the paper!”

She was gone in a flurry of her long dress, short gray hair catching the low light as she sauntered off as if she hadn’t just told you incredible news.

“Querida, did she just-“

“The next edition. Holy-oh my god. Frankie, she’s going to put my event in the next edition of Edible,” A poof of air left the booth as you settled heavily into it. He busied himself with unwrapping his utensils from the cloth napkin and reached over to do the same for you. “That’s-I think I’m going to cry.”

His head shot up at your words, concern flitting across his large, brown eyes as he watched you bring a hand up and press a finger to the bridge of your nose just below where your glasses sit. You closed your own eyes and he could tell you really were trying not to shed tears. He was standing and rounding the table in heartbeat, situating himself beside you with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, the first bite of the evening forgotten on his forgotten fork.

“It’s okay, sweet girl.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, resting his forehead against the side of your face after he did so. “This is good news, you did such a good job with the event and she loved it. Let her tell the world. You deserve to be seen.”

“Frankie, I-“ You turned to look at him, resting your forehead against his own as he ducked his head down to allow you to. “This is so amazing. I never anticipated any of this….I never anticipated…you.”

“You’ve got me, sweet girl.”

The rest of dinner went smoothly, filled with easy conversation and jokes, anecdotes about childhood antics and favorite fall activities. When the bill was asked after, by a very gentlemanly Frankie who insisted on paying, the server told you that it had been taken care of.

You found yourself pressed up against the side of his truck outside the restaurant, his plush lips devouring your own before he began to trail open mouthed kisses down the length of your neck.

The next few weeks flew by, the end of summer approaching fast despite it meaning little in the way of a weather change. You had hit a few milestones.

With the bakery, you had hired two more counter employees. Allowing you to teach Louise the basics of the kitchen and how to mise recipes she wasn’t comfortable or confident in completing herself for you to pick up. You still did a majority of the decorating, something she was struggling to get just right, but she and the girls delighted in sampling the treats that didn’t make it into the case. The September issue of Edible had come out and in it was an article on your bakery with a blurb about you and the upcoming events similar to the first one you wished to host in the remaining time frame of the year. It brought an influx of tourists in and allowed you to make the most of your time in the kitchen. The last farmers market would be the one after next and you were excited for the lull of responsibility. It was still a lot to be around so many people, the shop filling and lines becoming a normal occurrence on Saturdays.

With your injury, you were free of those pesky stitches and had gotten back to standing and walking normally. You hadn’t been cleared for running quite yet with your knee still a little tender, but had picked back up with the arm and upper body workouts to keep up some of the muscle tone you had left over from working in the medical field.

With Frankie, things were great. He was more attentive and you had actually gone over to his home for family dinners with Lex a few times. She was always excited to make desert with you while Frankie cooked dinner, she liked you and she had told you as much after each meal. Once you’re cleared for it, she wanted to go hiking and camping with you. Something she and Frankie did once a year.

It was Sunday and you were so excited to be going to the beach with your friends, everyone deeming the last drawl of summer something to celebrate. You were checking the tote bags over and over again, Lex following your every step as she ‘helped’ to make sure everything was set for the trip. It would be a few hours drive down to the coast, Frankie’s truck loaded down with umbrellas, beach chairs, towels, and a cooler or two. His backpack was the heaviest, while Lex and you had opted for tote bags for your own things.

She had shown you the packet of temporary tattoos she spent her allowance on earlier that week and had all but dragged you into her bathroom when you arrived the night before for dinner. She had insisted you help her apply them to her arms and legs with childish joy, the flowers and butterflies ‘soooo pretty, we’re going to match!’. Frankie had watched from the doorway as you two sat on the lip of the tub and made sure they were exactly where she wanted them, a soft smile on his face the entire time.

You had looked over to him at one point and blushed upon seeing the goofy way he was watching you and his daughter bond. Thinking about it now made butterflies blossom in your stomach, nervous excitement encompassing you as you thought of how happy he looked in that moment and that you had brought that side of him out.

She was already in her bathing suit, a one piece that she had thrown a pair of shorts over and a baseball cap much like her father’s. Her new brightly colored temporary tattoos on display much like your own as you were in similar clothing.

“Tio Santi! Look, I got a hat like papa’s and tattoos like Pastel!”

She had taken to simply calling you ‘cake’, it was rather endearing and you loved the nickname. You were beginning to love her like she was your own, quiet nights in her family home helping to establish a close bond. You would both tease Frankie about his cheesy movie choices but then get way into them and gasp at all the jump scares, Frankie was a big fan of monster B-movies, something about the hokey nature of them riveting to the beautiful man.

“Oy dios mio, you do, mi amor! You look perfect!” Pop leaned down and caught her mid lunge at him, hugging her tight and swinging her around. He would be riding with you and the Morales’ family. While Will, Benny, Morgan, and Luciana would be riding together. Everyone was coming, it was going to be a good day.

The sun was warm on your skin as you laid out, bikini allowing for all of your tattoos to be out in the open and it was a good feeling. The shade of your sunglasses allowed you a bit of privacy as you gazed out over the amazing setup the guys had assembled out on the sand. Morgan was beside you, laid out much the same way you were atop a large blanket that had been put down on the sand. Off to the side was a collapsible shade and some lawn furniture. There was a table set up as well, where the guys had loaded down with stuff to grill and snacks. You had even made some cookies and the cooler was full of plenty of drinks.

Your gaze was trained on a shirtless Frankie, who was currently trying to show Lex how to balance on the boogie board she had insisted on bringing along, but every time it gained buoyancy, she let out shrieking laughter and bailed out. It was a rather funny scene, Frankie too large to show her how to operate it properly. With a grin you stood and removed your sunglasses, but you had grown up around the ocean so you felt comfortable without the aiding prescription.

“Lex, wanna try the board with me?” You moved to pry your surfboard from where it had been settled in the sand, already waxed up and ready. She looked over to you and quickly ran off from her father. He heaved a sigh, smile on his face even as he dove to retrieve the board she had abandoned as a wave began to pull it along into the ocean.

“Pastel, that’s dangerous! Papa said that waves can be scary!”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll keep you safe if you wanna go out. Or do you wanna watch me first before you make up your mind?”

“I wanna see you do it! Papa isn’t the best at balance.”

“Hey! That’s not fair! I’m more attuned to the sky, and you know that, Alexia.” His hands were on his hips the second he deposited the abandoned board underneath the shade. His mock serious voice had her giggling and she ran over to him and jumped up, he caught her and proceeded to fake body slam her in the sand. “You think your papa isn’t strong? I’ll show you.”

Benny appeared beside them, leaving Will and Pope to start the grill and make sure it was all set for cooking. He slide into the sand and acted as a referee for the play fight, watching for any ‘infractions’ as close as possible. With a very real groan, Frankie found himself the target of a hard kick and he laid out on his back, Lex quickly took advantage and climbed up on his chest and raised her arms in victory.

“We have a winner!!” Benny make a racket as he cheered on before scooping the girl up into his arms to allow Frankie the chance to catch his breath. You kneeled down beside him and placed a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Wow, you really lost to a child. How’s your ego?”

“’s fine, got you to help inflate it.”

“Oh-o, is that right?”

Suddenly he was lunged up and forward, pinning you in the sand much like he had done with his daughter, his swim trunks hushing with the movement. His hat went flying from his head when you managed to gain your bearings and he found himself on his stomach with your hips straddled over his backside, his hands pinned behind his back. You were giggling like mad, the sound only fueling the way he felt so encompassed by you, his cock stirring in his trunks. He was thankful you pinned him down on his stomach, because he was sure to never hear the end of it if he popped a boner in front of literally all his friends. No matter the stimulation of his beautiful girlfriend easily manhandling him and pinning him down in a mock fight.

“We have another winner!! Mante – one. Fish – negative two.” Benny announced as he set Lex down atop the blanket beside a watching Morgan and Lucianna, handing drinks to each of them.

“To be fair, I woulda let her pin me down too.” Pope hollered as he used a pair of tongs to carefully place slabs of ribs atop the grill, the sizzling immediately smelling delicious. His words made you realize the way you were sitting left very little to the imagination, your bikini bottoms having ridden up high on your thighs, pulling the fabric taut over your bottom half. The momentum of movement having jostled your chest and Frankie was quick to tell him to shut up as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

“Sweet girl, you gotta get offa me or I’m gonna have to drag you away…”

“Nope, gotta show Lex what’s what with the board.” You made a show of leaning down to place your hands atop his shoulders, whispering in his ear as you did so before pushing off of him. You were well aware that he could feel the softness of your chest along his back and the wetness that had gathered at the front of your bikini bottoms as you did so, but you winked at him before gripping the board and taking off toward the shoreline.

He just lay there for a moment, not moving.

“Fish, you good?”

“Just…give me a minute.”

Laughter rang out from the entire group.

“Papa, you got beat by two girls. But it’s okay, we still love you.”

More laughter sprung up.

You were wading out on the water, getting a feel for the current and watching as small waves built up before cresting in just the right way. A shadow out of the corner of your eye caught your attention and another person on a board drifted over to you. It was Mark and another person, boards facing your own as they approached. There was the sweet, smiling face of his daughter settled in front of him, a friend of his beside them on his own board.

“Well, hello hello!”

“Hi, nice cake lady!” The little girl enthusiastically waved at you, her wet hair hanging in a mess from the top of her head. “Daddy won’t let me surf all by myself, but this is still so cool!”

“Howdy,” You smiled at them, aware of the way his friend’s eyes were trailing down you body and focusing on the way your bottom was securely sat were you straddled your board. “It’s a good day for it, I’m sure he’ll let you take over if you ask nice enough, sweetie!”

“That event really was something, sorry I had to leave so early,” Mark seemed more reserved, though no less focused on you. “Someone had a lil anxiety about her first sleepover-“

“And daddy came rescue me!” She was so cute with a slight blush on her face. “This is uncle Randy!”

“Pleasure to meet you,” You reached over and extended a hand toward the man. He looked remarkably similar to Mark, same dirty blonde hair and tall build. He was attractive, but not your type, too young for you, you mused. He leaned over to take your hand in one of his own, a wide grin showing his teeth.

“Mark goes on and on about you, about your bakery. Pleasure is all mine.”

“Oh gosh, it’s just a way to pay the bills, but thank you all the same.”

“Looks like a wave is beginning to crest, daddy!” The little girl pointed off into the distance.

“Well, boys, gotta catch this one. See y’all later!”

You maneuvered your board to face the shoreline and began to lean down across the top of it, paddling to line yourself up as it neared. You pushed off, board catching the current that it was creating as it gained momentum. You faintly heard to two men chatting as your board moved with the wave, gaining speed. The wave crested, creating a tunnel at the far end and you jolted up to your feet, stanch wide for balance. The race against the curling of the tunnel had adrenaline coursing through your veins in the only way that surfing could provide you and a large smile broke out across your face. You reached a hand out and the tips of your fingers caressed the curve of the wave as you rode it out.

The tunnel closed in around you and you wiped the board up the wall of it before managing to escape the chase of it after you, the board bouncing with the force of the whitewash behind you. You rode along it for the faint few minutes of its life before it waned. Lowering yourself back to the length of the board as it vanished into the smooth ocean once again, you looked out toward the closer shore and spied the group of people you called family cheering you on. Lex was atop Frankie’s shoulders, her arms waving over her head as you faintly made out her excited words of being next.

The rest of the day was just as lovely, the cookout exquisite. Mark, Randy, and Sophia, you learned was her name, joined your group and even brought over their own modest set of chairs and towels to make it a larger group. You took Frankie’s hand with your own and guided him down to the shore where the sun was beginning to set. He was watching you with such a soft look that it made your heart stutter in your chest and the words were bubbling up before you could help it.

“Frankie, I-“

“I love you, sweet girl.” His plush lips gave voice to the very same thought that had been consuming you for days now. You felt heat rise to your face despite the familiarity you had with the man beside you, and you ducked your head to brush your hair back behind an ear. One of his hands came up to cradle your chin and he lifted your face so he could see the shy smile you were sporting. “I mean it, I love you so much and I want to make you happy.”

“I-I love you too, Frankie.” You leaned into his space, his arms wrapping around your body to pull him flush against his front. His lips found yours and you could feel the wide smile he adorned himself. You teased him as you parted, the feel of him all-encompassing and making your body buzz with warmth and a heady, dizzying feeling you wanted more of. “I’m so lucky I death glared at you the first time we met and got your attention.”

His full body laugh jostled you and you tucked your head into the crook of his neck and your own, soft laugh mingled in the air with his own.

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sugar-coated-machinery · 2 months

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°˖❀Welcome to the Sweet Treat Shop!❀˖°

Hello and welcome! My name is Al! Welcome to Sugar Coated Machinery, an ask blog for some of my revamped fnaf ocs. On here my main goal is to explore their universe and have some fun interactions with y'all :D

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°˖❀General Blog CW/TWs❀˖°

As this is a blog surrounding fan characters for a horror game, there’s a fair amount of darker topics used/discussed here for backstories, plots, and general information sometimes. Some Examples of these are (but not limited to) the following:

-Talk/Mention of Death and Illness

-Slight Body Horror (pretty much reserved for animatronic characters)

-Malfunctioning Machinery

-General Events of the Uncanny Valley

While most of these are censored/get cut off, I do sometimes miss a few. Please be careful when proceeding through the blog and read through any CWs/TWs given before posts before reading!

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°˖❀Rules❀˖°

Other Canon and Oc interactions are allowed!

Magic/Interactive Anons are allowed. They’re fun!

Nothing xenophobic, racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.

No strong NSFW.

Semi flirtatious behavior is OK. However, I do ask you keep yourselves classy and only aim that behavior towards characters of age (or robotic characters that present as such.)

Mun chats are welcome if kept semi-on topic of the blog. If not, I'll most likely just redirect you to my main here.

°˖❀Other Important Things to Note❀˖°:

I am a full-time student, so responses may take a bit longer/only consist of shorter replies at times.

Along with this, please keep in mind I am my own person. If an ask makes me uncomfortable, there's a high likelihood that I won't respond to it.

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°˖❀Character list❀˖°

-Charles

-Kit Cat

-Frankie

-Sweetart

-Carter

-James Baker

-Amy Edleson

*Note: Some other side characters may be added depending on how often they're brought up / spoken about. Don't be afraid to try to ask about them if you get curious! :D

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°˖❀General Lore Summary❀˖°

The Charles Entertainment Co. Collaboration Project has been active for a good couple of years, slowly building a name for itself for having fairly advanced robotics and a general aim for an entertaining experience for its customers.

Many employees are unsure of the full extent of the project past that point (or how far their roles are within it). However, when unexplained events occur and are quickly swept under the rug, one can only assume the worst.

Note: How I am thinking of adapting this to general logic for rps is treating this like an au / goofy lil crossover of sorts! The sky is the limit!

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°˖❀Coming Soon❀˖°

TBA

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I hope to talk to you all soon! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و ̑̑

#intro post #pinned post #fnaf oc #fnaf oc ask blog #fnaf ask blog #fnaf #five nights at freddys #fnaf au #[Sweet Treats] - Character Refs #[Soaring Melodies] - Charles #[Small Chirps] - The Chickadees #[Feline Entertainment] - Kit-Cat #[Fun and Games] - Frankie #[Confectionery Tales] - Sweetart #[Sprinkled Advice] - Carter #[Security Tapes] - Mr. Baker #[Mechanical Malfunctions] - Miss. Edleson

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undercoverpena · 1 month

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for frankie friday, i wanted to put a little spotlight on the FRANKIE MORALES multi-chaps that I've enjoyed/enjoying. there are also plenty of standalones/oneshots that i love, but this week, i want to put some shimmer on longer works. please check warnings on each individual works if i've forgotten you, but you know i've read you, it is a lapse in judgement. gif credit to @perotovar

˗ˋˏ MY FIC RECS | ˗ˋˏ MY FRANKIE MASTERLIST

CURRENT WIP

table for two by @hellishjoel [linecook!frankie]

into the beat of the night by @perotovar [nb!oc / reader]

adrift with you by @morallyinept [ofc!jude]

the melting point by @penvisions [reader is a baker, but also ex-emt!]

frost on the windows, flowers in the bed by @5oh5

let's get lost by @thelightsandtheroses

hold fast by @jeewrites

tonight you belong to me by @intheorangebedroom [reader/ofc]

home by @dancingtotuyo [dad!frankie]

COMPLETE WORKS

grays by @fuckyeahdindjarin [hairstylist!reader]

the layover by @goodwithcheese [dad!frankie]

something new by @prolix-yuy [sexworker!frankie] (i read this on ao3 and had no idea it was here so i need to reblog this)

santa fe by @goodwithcheese

weeknights by @frannyzooey

frankie in new york by @iamskyereads

pleased to meet you by @intheorangebedroom [ofc!gabrielle]

turbulance by @rhoorl [part of the Delta Landscaping world]

homecoming by @astroboots [frankie x reader x santi]

sweet lies by @lavendertales [another ao3 read]

#jo: fic rec lists #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x reader #frankie friday #happy frankie friday

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lavenderplain · 9 days

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I really need to get this out of way. So here is my version of Twyla Boogeyman for my own Monster High that is more leaning to a PG audience. With Frankie being by favorite even though I never got into franchise (G1), Twyla is my favorite for G3. Why? Well, in G3, she is canonically autistic and the things she has that is connected to her autism, some of them I have myself. That's because I'm autistic myself. The stuff that she has that I have is not liking loud unexpected noises, stim when feeling insecure (the other times I stim is when I bored or extremely happy), and extremely shy around people. This is one of those rare cases in autism representations that aren't full of stereotypes (cis straight white males with a savant ability and treated as a burden (*cough* *cough* Atypical *cough*)) So I'm keeping her being autistic. But I am changing her special interest, from being interested in book to being a cake baker.

Since she is a type of baker, her theme is defiantly gonna be a baker. Go I gave her a bandana head piece like, thing. Have a short puff sleeve dress, an apron with pockets, a puffy skirt, socks and slip-ons. I also made her eyes heterochromatic and made the colors of her hair half up and half down. Since she is a type of dream monster, I imagine her abilities being oneirokinesis (dream manipulation), shadow camouflage and fear aura. I imagine her being extremely shy but when she does make friends, she likes to help them as much as possible and likes to bake cakes for any special occasions for them (birthday, Halloween etc.). She then befriended Atlas Mothews (an oc of mine who is the younger brother of Luna Mothews) and soon starts to have a crush on him (who spoiler alert, feels the same way). Twyla befriended Frankie when Frankie wanted to learn how to cook desserts and also helping Twyla for a birthday cake idea for Atlas which resulted in confessing to each other and started dating.

Oh, and one more thing. I did buy the doll from G3 because I really like the design of the doll and it's really cute. And again, she is one of the rare autism representations that is actually portrayed good and not full of stereotypes. MORE OF THAT PLEASE!!!

#monster high #twyla boogieman

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tearfulhope · 3 months

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#TEARFULHOPE. a private, mutually exclusive portrayal of bill potts from bbc's doctor who. written by frankie, a twenty three year old lesbian who uses she / her pronouns. with inspiration taken from series ten, big finish audios featuring bill potts & classic doctor who (specifically the hartnell-baker era). this blog is very low activity / maintenance & will predominantly run on a queue. i tend to keep my mutual count under thirty & softblock every two-three weeks in order to keep a quiet dash. heavily affiliated with @l1sten.

featuring a study in: where there's tears there's hope, trying to be enigmatic, a clockwork heart, mind built like a castle, remembering your mother's voice, smiling when everyone else frowns, from metal to water & forging destiny in the stars.

001. welcome to tearfulhope, an independent, private and mutually exclusive portrayal of bill potts from bbc's doctor who. i claim no ownership of this character nor any of her affiliations. this blog will be very sporadic activity, with my muse and energy depicting the time in which i’m active. i ask that you do not follow me if you’re under eighteen, and that you give me a few days to check out your blog should you follow first.

002. i am mutually exclusive and if i follow you, it means i genuinely want to interact. i wish to maintain actual connections on this blog, rather than just be a follow count on someones dash. if i follow first, and you have no interest in writing with me, please hardblock so i don’t accidentally follow you again. if we are mutuals for a month, and there has been no interaction i will softblock.

003. this blog will feature triggering themes and they will always be tagged. cw / example. please ask if you need anything specifically noted.

004. i adore crossovers and oc's! memes are the best way to interact – they never expire and are assumed to be starters unless stated otherwise. i also love plotting and certainly can go a little overboard if i get super excited about an idea. i only ask if that we plot, please do not leave me to do all the work. it is super tiring, and if you give me yes/no responses, i will most likely block you.

005. my default / preferred verse is set after the doctor falls, where bill is reincarnated as sentient oil, alongside heather, and they travel the stars together. in this time bill takes down as many cyber ships and factories as possible. i am open to writing her during any time, but this is where i'll default to unless otherwise discussed.

006. in regards to face claims, i think it's pretty clear who we should and should not be using these days, so i'm not going to make a list of them. i only ask that if you use hayley atwell, do not follow me, as i personally had a horrible experience with her and do not want to see her face anywhere. fandom dni: billy hargrove, james moriarty, gossip girl muses, genderbent muses, harry potter muses, or 13 reasons why muses. if you have them on a multi, that's fine, i just won't interact with them.

007. hello hello! thank you for taking the time out to read this! i'm frankie, and i'm super excited to be bringing bill to her own blog. doctor who has been my comfort show since i was about five years old, and rekindling my love for bill potts has been a hella lotta fun. this account is very low maintenance, so i will not be making a carrd or docs or anything of that sort. any information important to my portrayal will be posted on the dash with appropriate links for my mutuals to find them. i can also be found on @shadowedvales and @woewept.

#pinned.#icon border and psd is from ariapsds!

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zerosenpie · 5 years

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Since some peeps has been asking me of who's Drake going to be paired with in the end,I have not confirm this yet if he ends up with Serenity/Selena or Francine/Frankie,the story is still in progress until the HazbinHotel series is finally out next year.

Serenity/Selena Baker by Me

Francine/Frankie by @undertalesokemo

#hazbin hotel #oc #selena baker #serenity #francine #frankie #drake

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charlottetownwaffles · 3 years

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Fic recs💋

All fics below are pedro pascal related😁👇

MASTERLIST IS UPDATED CONSTANTLY

Series:

Adversity - ezra x frankie x reader

In a crowd of thousands - din x reader

Burning hour - din djarin x princess reader

Code of honour - din djarin x reader

For love - pero tovar x reader

Oblivius - frankie x reader

Shadows & starlight - Fae king Ezra x oc reader

After dark - mob boss din x reader

Unknown currents - merman din x reader

Driving mr tovar - modern AU tovar lovestory

Material of a theif - sugar daddy their x reader

Chaser - another mob boss dinny x reader

Little reds shadow - little red riding hood inspired AU tovar x reader

Reputation - regency din x reader

Kernow - painter ezra and bakers daughter with a scenic view

Pornstar din AU - din djarin x reader

Truly, madly, deeply - actor marcus moreno x writer/director reader

Dr Din Djarin - dr Din x first assist to surgeon reader

Sessions series - college din x tutor reader

Weather the storm series - ezra x reader

Knight in beskar armour - knight din x damsel reader

Art of a hunter - painter reader x din djarin

With cherries ontop - maxie phillips x reader (arranged marriage trope-y)

All that I am - oberyn martell x arranged marriage reader

Take your time - oberyn martell x ellia x reader

Cyclist AU series - din djarin x reader

Darkroom din - photographer din x reader

Boxer din AU - din djarin x reader

The prince of dorne - modern casino owner oberyn martrell x reader

Shakespeare in the crest - din djarin x reader

The angel of music - phantom of the opera AU din djarin x opera reader

Forest ranger frankie - forest ranger frankie AU, what more do I have to say!!

Wild, unknown men - roaring 20’s max lord x marcus pike x reader

What would and angel say? - the their x reader

The retreat - maxxie phillips x assistant reader

Desires and complications - dave york x marcus pike x reader

Going back home - Frankie morales x clarie beck

Within the fortnight - din djarin x reader

Always you - din djarin x mando reader

Princess of darkness - hades & persephone AU ezra x reader

El chico del apt 512 - neighbour frankie x reader

Nightrider series - hitman din djarin x reader

The traveler - western au whiskey x reader

Emerald gates - ezra x reader

The sunset sets with you - ezra x reader

Everlong - ezra x nathan bateman x reader

Amoung the stars - din x princess reader

Watch your step - TF mob AU

Drabbles/Oneshots

Hotel dorne - oberyn x reader

Fix you up - mechanic frankie x reader

Have yourself a merry little Christmas - frankie x reader

Grow old with you - proposal frankie!

Frankie EATS - frankie x reader

Maybe its a sign - din djarin x reader

Dishwashers and grocery lists - Marcus pike x reader

Unusual love(rs) frankie morales x dave york x reader

Siren - din djarin x reader

Lucky in love - frankie morales x reader

Rare - dave york x reader

Beovaim - din x ghost reader

Ask for it - Marcus pike x reader

And then we grew up frankie morales x reader

Distractions - din djarin x reader

Trouble - javier peña x reader

You for dinner - frankie morales x reader

My girl - dave york x frankie morales x reader

Nap time - frankie morales x reader

Behind the chippy - dave york x reader

Into the blue - ezra x reader

Whiskey, cigarettes and condoms - Javier peña x reader

Jagged scraps of him - ezra x reader

Paper airplanes - frankie x reader

Drive you crazy - javier peña x reader

Baby, talk to me - max phillips x reader

Unbreakable bond - vamp din! X reader

Warm hands - din djarin x reader

Journey to the east - pero tovar x reader

Whats your favourite scary movie? - scream dave york x reader

Spoiled - din x reader

Boneless - din x reader

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avatarvyakara · 2 years

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Strands of Webbing

A Spiderverse Fanfic

Prompts 13-24

“Place of Origin”

First | Next

13. Peek

Peter’s first thought, upon learning the year of his arrival, is: Oh, thank God. Things get better.

Peter’s second thought, upon actually opening a history book in (his counterpart’s) Aunt May’s house, is: Oh, God, things are about to get a heck of a lot worse.

Peter’s third thought, upon making a further study of said history book, is: Right, so to avoid things getting worse, someone needs to get rid of Leon Trotsky and make sure Frankie Roosevelt doesn’t get shot. Oh, God. How in the heck am I supposed to manage that? Anyway, isn’t Trotsky helping us against the Nazis? But...

Peter’s counterpart, who is a pig, says: “Wait, didn’t Franklin Roostervelt start World War II by ordering that ostrich shot?”

At which point Peter just blanks out.

14. Redemption

“Harold N. Osborne, of Oscorp Industries,” says the man, holding out a hand and then pulling it back. He looks guilty. “I helped the first Spider-Man out from time to time. I’d like to help you, too.”

Spider-Man considers this. “I’ll get back to you on that.”

“I understand.”

When Miles brings it up to Aunt May, Peter, who’s by for a visit, does a literal spit-take.

“He’s alive?”

15. Continuity

Once upon a time, Peter might have dated Gwen Stacy. Once upon a time, Gwen might have wanted to date Peter Parker—at some point.

But the thing that’s most important—the thing that finding each other again at the respective ages of fifteen and thirty-eight doesn’t change and in fact helps to bring back—is that they were always, always best friends first. And that’s never going to change.

16. Dialect

“Hey, no banda today?” calls Scorpion.

“What?”

The villain looks oddly frustrated at his enemy’s genuine confusion. “Banda. Like...ay, cómo se dice, like a group of friends?”

Miles just blinks at him.

“Argh, forget it,” groans Scorpion in Spanish. “Let’s just get back to me killing you.”

“Wait, wait, do you mean like a carillo?”

“¡Ah, eres Boricua!” says Scorpion happily, before Miles lands a neat kick on his jaw that knocks him out.

Hopefully that won’t come back to haunt him.

17. Reminder

Green Goblin, Doc Oc, the Lizard, Tombstone, the Scorpion...in his world they’ve all been dead for years. Sometimes nearly two decades. Life caught up with them. Seeing them here just forces Peter to admit that this time around, life caught up with Spider-Man instead. (And makes him wonder whether it caught up with him too.)

18. Cameo

“Trust me, kids, this is a classic,” Peter insists. “And I got the extended version, too.”

But Gwen’s just staring at the cover. “Okay, just to check, who plays Gandalf in this?”

“Uh, Ian McKellen.”

“As in the President of Britain? He used to act?”

“Uh, never stopped,” Peter replies, a little confused. “Why, who played Gandalf in your world?”

“Tommy Baker, duh.”

MJ’s trying not to laugh.

“...okaaay, well, never mind. Let’s just get back to the movie.”

“Oh, Elijah Wood’s in this,” says Miles, pleasantly surprised.

“Please tell me he’s an actor in your world too.”

“Well, yeah, he did a bit of acting before he went back into nuclear physics. Kinda stilted, but not too bad.”

“…oh, good grief.”

19. Domain

The Fantastic Four and the Marvel may be in charge of extrasolar threats, Red Iron protects the inner system, even The Captain’s beat covers most of Earth (barring Kuala Lumpur for obvious reasons)...but Sp//dr is a New Yorker and a New Yorker she’ll stay.

20. Refusal

Kingpin is angry, yes, but it’s not his normal kind of anger, cool and controlled. He looks...honestly he looks a little heartbroken.

“They’re scared of me,” says the mob boss, quietly. “Vanessa and Richard. I don’t know what happened, but they...there was this burst of light, they started splitting apart and screaming, and when they stopped...they’re scared of me. Don’t want anything to do with me. I want you to find out what’s happening, Spider-Man. How I can help. You’re the one with that cube thing, with that weird light like they had around them.”

Peter raises an eyebrow, hidden behind the goggles. “And what if I say no?”

“Then there’s nothing I can do,” says Fisk, simply. “But if you do, if you can fix it...I’ll do whatever you want. One big favour. Anything from free tickets to Broadway to going legit.”

“That’s a big order, Kingpin,” says Spider-Man, genuinely surprised. (And also unbelieving.)

“This is family, Spider-Man,” Wilson replies. “Gotta keep my priorities straight. I’m not gonna hurt them. Ever.”

21. Process

Gwen's in another dimension. She's far from home. She's still in New York, but she has no idea whose New York it is.

Then she sees the newscast, and three thoughts spring to mind.

I recognize that voice. Peter Parker is alive. I didn't kill him here. And he's…Spider-Man? Wow, that's a weird coincidence.

That probably means his Aunt May and Uncle Ben are here and alive, too. Maybe I can get some help there. At the very least I can find a place to crash that won't involve getting tangled up in awkward questions about my alternate self. If I have one.

…dang, he looks good.

22. Carnivore

“I call a moral grey area on account of my background,” insists Ham.

“Dude, if I turned into a chicken tomorrow, I wouldn’t feel comfortable eating chicken even if it was in a sandwich.”

“Hmph. Your loss.”

Nobody can quite tell if Ham is joking.

23. Assuage

Jeff and Rio were worried, of course—everything in Miles’ life was turned upside-down in all of a few days, and he still won’t tell them anything about it. But he’s settled in to school, he’s got plenty of new friends, and he seems as bright and cheerful as ever.

It should make them feel better.

(It just makes Jeff wonder, and hate himself for wondering, what Miles is managing to hide from them now, and how he pushed his son to that point.)

24. Borough

“Ugh. Staten Island,” groans Peter, and Miles and Gwen nod sympathetically.

Peni looks surprised. “What’s wrong with Staten? Okay, sometimes crime’s a bit high, but mostly people are really friendly, and they come from all over the solar system.”

“So...a thousand years in the future, Staten’s actually okay?” asks Miles, dumbfounded.

“I guess? Better than the rich gikunshi from the Bronx.”

Noir chokes on his tea.

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ambrosykim · 1 year

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Number 13. for you nick x oc ship please <3

hiiiii jagoda beloved thank u <3

13. How do they express love for each other? Do they have compatible love languages?

once again, idk if nick has an ~official~ love language but i think its receiving - quality time and maybe receiving gifts (? i just want button to bake for him ok) and giving - words of affirmation and acts of service (idk what baking counts as but it should be a separate category)

for frankie receiving would be acts of service and quality time and giving is acts of service and words of affirmation

basically frankie tells him she loves him and compliments him a lot and cooks for him (both out of love and to show her recipes and cooking skills are superior) and she sometimes picks up some weird food for them to try together and omg they also cook together

and nick would in turn bake and cook with her (she can't really bake lol so she just "helps" him by staring at his ass while he's baking lol) and just,, him telling her how amazing she is (and then she replies with "no u" ugh) and idk i just think they would cook together a lot and watch movies while commenting on everything bc they're both very vocal about everything stupid extroverts <33

the relationship questions for reference

#idk if this makes sense im sorry im very sleepy #<33 #oc: frankie baker #frankie x nick #nett rambles #ask game

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the melting point {chapter 5}

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! Reader)

Summary: Frankie learns the best way to relax with a night off from being a single parent.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: mutual attraction, blurring of friendly lines, sexual themes, Frankie and his tongue

ao3 link || series masterlist || main masterlist

The squeak of the gate should’ve signaled you, but you didn’t stir in the close hold Frankie had you in.

Your body laid out beneath him as he lapped at your core. The sounds he was making were obscene as his hot tongue swirled around your clit, two thick fingers working into you. If you weren’t so caught up in the moment, you’d be embarrassed at the way his fingers were squelching with each movement. The sun was just creeping up past the horizon, beginning to cast glowing light over the city and seeping in between the blinds in the kitchen. Your hands were tangled tight in his curly locks, a groan pushed into your skin when you pulled, telling you Frankie liked it.

He was rutting against the couch beneath him, his body so hot and buzzing from his mouth on your own. He felt you flutter around his fingers, your hips bucking and knocking your clit against his nose. A wanton moan fell from your lips, loud and needy.

“Frankie, cariño, please….” You whined, not caring how pathetic you sounded, you were so close. The knot of tension in your stomach coiling and begging to be snapped.

“I got you, sweet girl, give it to me.” He latched his mouth around your clit and sucked, his fingers curling in you to hit the spot that made you see stars. With a startled shout, you felt the coil snap and your entire body tensed as waves of pleasure washed over you. Frankie grunted at the way you clenched around his fingers, imagining what it would feel like around his cock. The words he opened his mouth to say were forgotten at the sound of the downstairs door opening.

He looked up at you, mouth still hovering over your throbbing clit. Your eyes were wide though he could see how cloudy they still were from pleasure. You blinked when the sound of your apartment door opened and footsteps started up the stairs.

“Fuck.” You whispered quietly, “Fuck, Frankie I’m so sorry.”

For the barest second he was worried you were going to say you had a boyfriend or a significant other that was about to be home. He quickly tore himself from you and moved to pull his discarded shirt over his heaving chest. As he stood, he adjusted himself in his jeans, his hardness straining against the fabric as you scrambled up from the couch as well. You pushed your tank top back into place, and roughly pulled your shorts up your decorated legs.

“It’s not what you think, it’s Taylor. He said he’d-“

“Be here by morning, I texted when the plane landed but I figured you’d still be asleep.” A tall figure appeared at the top of the stairs, the boot that had been knocked down the stairs in his hands. His long hair was down and slightly frizzy, the chocolate brown of it catching the rising sunshine beautifully. His broad frame hinting at a job of physical labor, though his middle was soft underneath his wrinkled shirt. His jacket was tossed over his shoulder and hung over the backpack, giving a view of his decorated arms as well. Frankie spotted one on the man’s right forearm, identical to the one you had in the same spot on your left.

The two men looked at each other, Taylor taking in the way Frankie was breathing heavy while you were rather breathless. The flush on your skin and the way Frankie had turned to face mostly away from the entrance of the stairs told Taylor all he needed to know. With a curt nod toward Frankie, Taylor pinned you with a look that you didn’t quite meet head on.

“Uh, I’ll go make some coffee down in the bakery while you two…yeah, just holler when it’s safe.” He tried to hide the small smirk he couldn’t fight to keep off his face. He leaned down to set the boot in his hands beside the other one before descending back down the stairs. The sound of the coffee grinder and then the espresso machine frothing milk carried up into the space.

“Oh my god, Frankie I am so sorry. You must’ve thought I was cheating when the door opened. He’s just a friend, my best friend. We um, we dated for a couple years on and off but then he had his son and it’s nothing, we’re just friends, I promise-“

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Frankie took in the panicked haze in your eyes, the way your hands were wringing in front of you as you explained something that really didn’t need to be explained. He trusted you, he believed you. He moved to bring you into a hug that had you immediately caging your hands between your bodies and burying your face in his chest. “You’re okay, I got you.”

“I’d offer for you to stay…”

“Don’t worry about it, carino, really. Should probably go scoop up Lex, anyhow.”

“At least let me make you a coffee. Please, I um, I feel bad about…not being able to help with this.” You reached down one of your hands and cupped his softening bulge. His next words caught in his throat as you did so. He took a second to gather himself, a deep exhale causing your lashes to flutter.

“Oh, I think letting me take you out to dinner will be sufficient payment.” He smiled down at you, reveling in the way you blinked up at him in wonder. Your curls were mussed from where you had been writhing on the couch under him, your face still slightly flushed and bringing out the freckles that dusted your skin. He was mesmerized by the hesitant smile trying to grace your lips.

“You-you want to take me to dinner?”

“I’d love to, carino. What do you say?”

“Yes!” You leaned up to wrap your arms around his shoulders and kissed him solidly on the lips. His hands tightened on your waist, loving the feel of your skin underneath them. “Yes, Frankie, I would love that.”

A few moments later, Frankie was merging effortlessly onto the highway that would take him to his mother’s house. He couldn’t help the wide grin as he looked at the cup of coffee you had made him before bidding him goodbye, your number and a little heart in black marker along the sleeve of the cup.

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sugar-coated-machinery · 23 days

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💘 HEART WITH ARROW? (for anyone)

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

From this ask game: Here!

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James ξξ ◡0)< :

“Friends and loved ones are pretty big ones for me! It’s always nice to be able to have people you can be yourself around, you know? Hell, I don’t think I would have known there was a spot available here if my roommate, Ray didn’t point it out to me.” James laughed, as he scratched his cheek. “I feel like considering the sheer amount of studying I do on shift I should say that as well, but it’s more of an obligation so I don’t fail my classes.”

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Amy Ծ︿Ծ)< :

“Passions and expressing yourself authentically.” Amy nodded as she cleaned off a few of her tools from earlier that day. While it had been nothing more than a small leak that required some tubing to fix, it didn’t stop oil from staining just about anything she’d touched while working on it. She grimaced at the sight before continuing. “If you constantly live to please others or hold yourself back from embracing things that make you happy, it more or less sets you up for failure and misery.”

She paused for a moment, letting a comfortable silence hang in the air. “Friends are nice too. Even if I don’t consider myself to be an incredibly social person.”

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Charles ξຽo◡.o)<:

“I find many things important. My friends, the chicks, and my brother all come to my first few thoughts.” Charles hummed, his voice melodic as he spoke. “Although, I always do find myself wishing to lookout for the human staff. I’ve only learned recently just how… fragile they can be. I hope to lessen any risks here if I can.”

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Kit-Cat ๑oωo๑):

“Hrmmmmm himmmmm! I care for my friends here a lot. They're like my close family - the staff too!" Kit Cat said happily as she clasped her hands together. "I also take good care of my show, yes yes! It's my goal to make sure that it's something that anyone can tune into or participate in and have fun! Maybe even try new things if we're all lucky!"

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Frankie oᗜ<*)ᕤ+.ﾟ:

“I like to make sure people always feel included when games are being hosted! Kids should be able to feel comfortable enough to try to make new friends here and enjoy themselves.” Frankie rambled proudly, handing the anon what seemed to be a small arcade spider ring. “I also like my friends! They always look out for me so I like to look out for them. My two closest friends are Kit-Cat and Talon-“ he leaned in slightly, loudly whispering. “He’s the ticket booth worker. He’s also the one who calls people when I’m sick!”

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Sweetart ;o︿0,):

“My tapes are important to me. I need them to function properly.” She said, mumbling something to herself about brats taking what wasn’t theirs. “I also hold my handler dear to me, she’s one of my current favourites I’ve worked with. And she’s such a strong woman! Both literally and metaphorically. Her kids are lucky to have a mom like her. And a friend like me hehe!”

"Hmmmm I also enjoy the company of my friends. I'm glad we were all able to arrive at the same location."

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Carter [[o_o]]:

“Finishing my tasks usually takes the most priority for me." Carter flopped his head to the side, thinking for a moment. "I do care for my family and some of the staff here too. I don't want to tell them that though. They'd be annoying if I did."

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#They all care for each other in their own ways even if they don't state it #[Soaring Melodies] - Charles #[Feline Entertainment] - Kit-Cat #[Fun and Games] - Frankie #[Confectionery Tales] - Sweetart #[Sprinkled Advice] - Carter #[Security Tapes] - Mr. Baker #[Mechanical Malfunctions] - Miss. Edleson #[New Visitor!] - Anons #fnaf oc #fnaf oc ask blog #fnaf ask blog #fnaf au #fnaf

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indecentpause · 3 years

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@ashen-crest tagged me and asked:

One OC is in charge of making a birthday cake for another OC. How does it go, and how would it change if you swapped out the OC on the cake-receiving end?

and this is gonna be so chaotic and I love it

Josselin’s birthday is coming up! Meara is excited, because it happens to be on Valentine’s Day, so he can start rewriting over his shitty memories with his ex with good memories with his friends! Frankie says, it’s okay, just buy a cake.

Meara does not buy a cake. He insists on making it from scratch. He sneakily finds out all of Josselin’s favorite flavor and dessert combinations.

Josselin has a thing about food safety. Meaning, after being on the run for a year and eating out of dumpsters, he is very afraid of food poisoning, and he is not a good cook, so over time, that becomes an aversion to home cooked food and he only feels safe eating things done in a professional kitchen.

I got this! Meara thinks. I will rent out a professional kitchen and equipment! Josselin has done so much for me, he deserves it!

Josselin wants to eat it. He does. It’s all his favorites and Meara made it special for him and even went to the time and expense of catering to his food issues. But.

Meara may have made it in a professional kitchen, but he’s not a professional baker, and what if, what if, what if--

Frankie arrives in ten minutes with prepackaged cupcakes, cuts the layer cake in half, and says to Meara, “half for each of us.”

If Meara or Frankie were receiving a homemade birthday cake they’d be super excited!

#tag games #which oc #imagine your oc #birthday cake #the most beautiful puzzle #sherlock holmes au #sheraton academy au #sheraton academy #food

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so, a huge thank you to you all 🥹 but I’m about to hit another insane milestone — omg, like seriously thank you, my eyes are so misty!! and why I feel like it was only a minute ago we hit the last, I know I didn’t really allow us to celebrate. so help me decide on how to celebrate now!

the decision* is in your hands. (and allows me another reason to use the poll)

* more information under the cut

**flour power (joel miller x jackson!baker!f!reader/oc)

Joel Miller doesn’t like having a neighbour, not one who wants to borrow sugar from him and looks as doe-eyed as she does. but when he sees her return from a patrol-gone-wrong, he finds something more alluring about the darkness within her. the two flirting, fucking, and growing closer—only for Joel to ask her on a date-not-date for Halloween. except she never makes their date, in fact, she doesn’t make it back from her patrol at all…

if this wins, we’ll do another poll to decide on a reader or oc 😍

warnings: smut. protective!joel. joel hunting you down to save you. angst. hurt/comfort (reader/oc will be physically fine).

***choose from a prompt list

I’ll find or curate a list of prompts, you can select one and a character and I’ll write them as and when. I’d try to get them up through October, but depends on the number and the other things going off.

****we just need a weekend (Frankie M x f!reader/oc)

their usual friend-date movie night is interrupted by a storm that keeps the two of them by candlelight. as the first-night ticks on, they both realise what can’t be said in the light, can easily come out in the dark, and they discover how much time they’ve wasted running from the other.

if this wins, we’ll do another poll to decide on a reader or oc 😍

warnings: friends to lovers, confessions, smut (most likely), cute, romcom

#jo’s thoughts #jo’s celebration

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andie-cake · 3 years

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My brain is void of any questions as of right now, so this is kinda basic (sorry!) but what is one interesting fact about each of your OCs?

Oooohoho, yeah. These guys have some History, so this'll be fun. Putting this one under a cut.

Francesca "Frankie" Falkenrath

The reasoning behind her name is because I created her as the unisex protagonist of a musical idea I had when I was 15/16. I was looking at a list of gender neutral names, saw and liked the name Frankie, looked through surnames starting with "f" bc I wanted the name to be alliterative, found the surname "Falkenrath" in a list of German last names, and picked it bc it essentially means "council of falcons" which is badass as hell. By the time I made her into a non-unisex character, I'd gotten so attached to the name that I ended up keeping it.

Damien Hall

(Fair warning, a lot of this trivia is gonna be name-based) I originally came up the name "Damien Hall" for the male lead of a musical I came up with after seeing Phantom of the Opera in Cleveland when I was 14. He was an angel that guarded over a massive cemetery and used this big church bell to calm restless spirits, and he ended up falling in love with a recently orphaned girl whose singing also calmed spirits. I ended up passing the name around a lot of stories before finally using it for my favorite veterinarian boy <3

Det. Shiloh Hawthorne

Y'know how I said I originally created Frankie for a musical idea I had? Shiloh also originated from that idea. Basically, the plot would've been about Frankie being murdered, acting as the narrator while her boyfriend (then named Elliot) tried to solve her murder, on top of having her own subplot about coming to terms with her death. Helping Frankie do that would've been Shiloh, then simply known as "The Reaper". He wasn't a detective back then, he was an agent of the Grim Reaper. Also, he had a crush on Frankie, but I nixed that bc ehhhhhh... I ended up working that "used to be a Reaper in a previous draft of the story" detail into his backstory, making him a Reaper-turned-detective.

Det. Chester "Chess" Murdoch

Probably the oldest character here in terms of when I created them! I've had this dude around since I was 10-11 years old! Back then, I wanted to be an animator, and I had an idea for a cartoon called "Chess and Alfie". It was about a human detective named Chess who solved cases alongside his talking tuxedo cat Alfie. Obviously, Alfie was eventually replaced with his twin sister Abby, though that happened way later. I don't remember what his last name was back then, so I just gave him the surname Murdoch bc it sounded cool.

Det. Abigail "Abby" Murdoch

Again, I created Abby looooong after Chess, ironic considering she's the older sibling in-story. I vaguely remember writing that Chess and Alfie-era Chess had an older sister, but that was such a long time ago that I could be misremembering.

Victoria Waterford

Not the most interesting fact, but those of y'all who were here when I first introduced these characters may remember that she was originally a baker instead of a hairdresser!

Robin Barrows

Was originally the protagonist of a different story idea I once had called "Trackside Town", about a girl trying to find her abducted parents in a mysterious, run-down city inhabited by monsters. Their last name was "O'Malley" back then, I ended up changing it to "Barrows" because I had the Clock Tower series of games on the brain at the time.

Xavier Lewis-Hall

He came about a bit later than some of the other characters. Like, pre-Mary Ann and Lucille, but still sometime after the original 8. I'd been requesting asks abt my then-recently-introduced-to-tumblr characters, and somebody (I believe it was @cutter-kirby ?) sent in an ask about which of my characters would tell/fall for the updog joke. I mentioned that Damien would tell it to "one of his kid cousins". Then I came up with the name "Xavier" for the oldest of said kid cousins for a post about how Frankie and Damien met, and I ended up liking him so much that I made him a fully-fledged character.

Jason Fitzpatrick

His name was originally "Freddie Fitzpatrick", and he was the husband of the main character of another musical idea I had (of which there were clearly a lot), simply entitled "Claire". Unlike the Jason we know now, Freddie was a sweetheart who loved his wife a whole lot. After reusing the "Fitzpatrick" name for this story, I changed his first name to "Jason" bc that was the name of one of my bullies in my last year of public school. Also bonus fact, I'm pretty sure that "Claire" musical is indirectly the reason I ended up dream-casting Lauren Lopez as Frankie, because I had also dream-casted the titular character of Claire as Lauren. Once I ditched the Claire idea, I ended up merging a lot of her character into Frankie, so uh,,, yeah,,,

Christina Baxter

...I honestly don't have much in the way of facts about her. Oops.

Skylar Fitzpatrick

His "seeing and talking to ghosts" thing was originally part of Robin's character. Skylar was created to flesh out Jason a bit more, and I gave him the seer traits instead bc I needed a way to justify his presence in the story. Though admittedly, his existence has had me struggling to figure out Robin's role in the story for ages now.

Hunter Luzzatto

Hunter's an odd case bc he technically has two different origins. His name came from the Trackside Town story that Robin was originally from, but the character concept (originally named Parker) came from an early draft of Frankie and Shiloh's origin (then called "Who Killed Frankie Falkenrath?"). I had an idea where the band of that show would also be characters in the show, and proto-Hunter was the guitarist of the band. He was a lot less antagonistic then, being more of an active ally to Frankie and proto-Shiloh.

Mary Ann Fleisher

So, you remember how I named Paul and Emma's landlord in DTfiles "Ernie Fleischer"? Believe it or not, Ernie was created a few months before Mary Ann. I just used a different spelling of his last name for Mary Ann bc hey why not?

Lucille Dagwood

Fun little trivia for you HoHF fans, her first name was originally "Harriet". I changed it bc I already had a ghost character with an H name, and I'd already long since established Hunter's character at that point. I decided I'd rather change the name of this new character than the one of an already established character.

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