I ain’t happy I’m feelin’ glad. I got sunshine in a bag. God, I’m useless But not for long The future is coming on
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@50stars13stripes
I ain’t happy I’m feelin’ glad. I got sunshine in a bag. God, I’m useless But not for long The future is coming on
Frank does indeed have superstrength, anons.
He didn't get it until the 50's though, when America was claimed an economic 'superpower'.
Frank caused President Eisenhower a lot of frustration with his having to get used to it.
"Alright then, well…" Heading to the back end of the porch, hand on the doorknob. "Want anything to eat or drink, then? Or maybe some kind of music put on." Trying his best to be friendly, despite how awkward he felt about this. And it showed- he gave that tone of voice like he was really unsure.
It’s normal, really, to be faced with the personification of Death itself and feel intimidated. Never has Death taken a break, nor will he stop now, but it’s a once in a while thing where he can catch a breather. Besides, he was in need for a drink. “I’ll take the drink offer Frank, something strong preferably, if you have it. If not, water’s fine.”
He follows after the other, treading carefully.
"I think I have something that'll satisfy that then." Reaching for the very back of his alcohol cabinet, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. Getting out a shot glass and pouring a bit of it.
disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:
getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together
curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed
hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks
going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment
getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space
standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again
"Well- what brings you here, then?" A bitter tone in his voice as he frowned at the other personification. "Not your job, I hope."
No need to be bitter, that’s Death’s attitude on a regular basis.
The man simply shrugs his shoulders, a hand in his pant pocket while the other held onto a lit cigarette. “Not this time Frankie, just dropped by for a casual visit. Believe it or not, I actually do this sort of thing and say hello.”
"Alright then, well..." Heading to the back end of the porch, hand on the doorknob. "Want anything to eat or drink, then? Or maybe some kind of music put on." Trying his best to be friendly, despite how awkward he felt about this. And it showed- he gave that tone of voice like he was really unsure.
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@50stars13stripes
★ - My muse’s reaction to yours picking them up and throwing them over their shoulder.
[ Shocked, he begins to struggle in a panic ]
Let me down!!
Alright, I'll let you down~
*Snorts as he drops the other in literally a bunch of ice cubes*
"Well- what brings you here, then?" A bitter tone in his voice as he frowned at the other personification. "Not your job, I hope."
"I really do need to be rewound," Gilbert murmured, staring down at his hands. "…But surely, I ask too often for it. It must be bothersome."
"Nah- nah it's fine alright? Now- how's this done." As he examined the other closely, trying to figure this out.
MUSE IS UNDER TRUTH SERUM FOR ONE HOUR. ASK ME ANYTHING. NOTHING IS OFF LIMITS AND EVERYTHING MUST BE ANSWERED. GO!
Did someone say sweets? *He didn't hear the fat comment*
[TURNS TO LOOK AT]
…
Yes.
How about we trade some.
I'm tired of the same old stuff all the time.
What if I meant to come here?
*Goes to mess around with the coffee machine and* *How does this thing work again*
I’d call you a liar, probably. What do you have to look for up here?
[He’s just going to let him struggle with that for a bit yeah, he’ll do that.]
Oh- some understanding company?
*fUCK THIS THING* *Finally just punches it*
Please take a moment to imagine your favorite character saying “you’re about to experience the wrath of a god” in a very normal setting like playing Mario kart or going for the last box of cereal in the grocery store
50stars13stripes
Wrong side of the border, ducky, but considering you’re here already, you can go get me a coffee.
What if I meant to come here?
*Goes to mess around with the coffee machine and* *How does this thing work again*
★ (LAUGHS)
SEND ME A ★ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND THROWING THEM OVER THEIR SHOULDER.
[UGLY SOUNDS]
PUT ME DOWN-
YOU’RE GOING TO MESS UP MY DRESS-
*Puts her down off of the pile of books*
What were you doing on there, you could've hurt yourself.
"Okay this is- this is pretty weird." Looking over the blonde. "It's like we personify the same place- same people..."
“Weird? More like freakin’ awesome!Now there’s two of us that are superawesome!! Can’t get better than that!”
"Wow- sure are excitable aren't you?" Almost unable to handle the other's sudden energy. Frank was sometimes like this- but not first thing with any person. "Alright well uh- why don't you start with the introductions and stuff."
Send "Will you shut up, please?" for my muse's reaction to yours putting a hand over their mouth when they won't stop rambling.
SEND ME A ★ FOR MY MUSE'S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND THROWING THEM OVER THEIR SHOULDER
bonus points for the reason