#flutter2deceive

[wistfulwatcher]

Have you ever thought of doing a citizen detective mistynat au gifset using scenes from sacred lies? I love everything you create for this fandom/ship so just putting it out there for you to mull over lol

thank you for the compliment!! i did make one au set kind of along those lines, using footage from sacred lies to make a podcaster au a few months back! but actually, as i started replying to this message i did get an idea...👀

[supermysteriouscat]

List Your Ten Favorite Female Characters From Ten Fandoms, and Tag 10 Friends!

I was tagged by @flutter2deceive​ ages ago but I didn’t see it until now so here goes. Absolutely Not in order because I don’t hate myself enough to try to prioritize these ok.

1. Regina Mills -- Once Upon a Time

2. Samantha Carter -- Stargate

3. Kathryn Janeway (But also seven of nine js) -- Star Trek Voyager

4. Parker -- Leverage

5. Miranda Priestly -- The Devil Wears Prada

6. Laura Roslin -- Battlestar Galactica

7. Grace Hanson -- Grace and Frankie

8. Zelda Spellman -- The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

9. Cat Grant -- Supergirl

10. Tally Craven (but also very much Sarah Alder) -- Motherland: Fort Salem

+ Bonus: Characters I love from fandoms I haven’t actually engaged in like at all

Linda Martin -- Lucifer

Elizabeth McCord -- Madam Secretary

Olivia Benson -- Law and Order Special Victims Unit

Tanya -- Mamma Mia

I’ll tag any mutuals or not that feel like doing this, fuck rules <3

[mearcatsreturns]

Top 5 Abby scenes/moments 😊

Thank you! This is hard, because I love her SO much. I want to pick everything, but alas...

1. That one from Abby Normal. You know the one. I loved her before, but that’s probably the point where in my first watch I became ride-or-die. It shows such insight and such growth, and Abby’s journey is one of the most perfect fictional journeys I’ve seen on the screen. 

2. Deciding to embrace motherhood. Her story is constantly one of her struggling with her feelings about motherhood, family, and love. The moment she decides to confront her fears so she can embrace joy and love? *insert that’s growth gif*

3. Abby taking charge in Freefall. She’s just had a blow to her confidence thanks to missing something with a patient and she’s beyond exhausted, but she sees everyone floundering and says “you know what? I’ve got this.” And does.

(For some reason I don’t have many gifs or pics of this bit of the episode. I’ll get to it at some point.)

4. Abby kissing Luka in Mars Attacks. She’s understandably down and questioning her life, choices, and work, and then Luka encourages her and you see hope. That kiss is an outburst of joy, hope, and gratitude, and it’s something we don’t see much until later. I love that moment for her. 

5. Abby and Haleh saying goodbye in the Book of Abby. I cry.

[laurasinnes]

7, 9, 82 for the ask thing 😊

7: What’s your strangest talent?

i’m strangely good at cracking coconuts. i used to be obsessed with making the mary-ann coconut cream pie recipe from gilligan’s island so i had a lot of practice. though... it’s been a long time idk if i’d still be as good

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

omfg. yes. ok so freshman year of high school i was friends with this guy who was a rapper and he posted a song on tumblr and i wanted to be a supportive friend so i reached out and i was like “it’s so good!! great job!” before i even finished listening to it and then i realized it was abOUT ME AND HOW I WAS DATING (such a loosely used term and i told him he wasnt allowed to kiss me) HIS FRIEND AND HE WAS SAD ABOUT IT. omfg i felt like such a jackass bc the feelings were not reciprocated (REPRESSED LESBIAN) but you better believe i downloaded it and have all of the words memorized to this day lolololol (it started ‘around january 2011, that’s around the time i found my angel coming from heaven’ i will NEVER FORGET) 

82: What is your favourite word?

i love swears. i say fuck a lot.. i love cunt because it still holds weight. then i like fun words to say like superfluous hahaha

[pgkwriter]

17 & 29 for the fic meme 😊

Hi! Thank you for sending these in, I’m trying to get excited about the process again haha hopefully this helps

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

For something like Home, I had a very broad bullet point list of scenes/moments to hit, start to finish, and then filled it in from there. With the chapters, and similarly with one-shots, I again write a bullet point list or like a beat by beat description of the whole thing (I just finished one for chapter 24 and the summary in itself is 1k words ahhh) and then start from the beginning and write. I can’t write scene out of order because for me personally, I need to live in the tone beat by beat or else it can feel disjointed. 

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Oh this is such a great question. I think I would love to write a sequel to Healing by Nonlinearone1105 (on AO3). I would absolutely love to continue with that development and I am obsessed with their style. 

[chainofclovers]

G/F prompt: "the truth is in between the first and fortieth drink" // concertina - tori amos

Um, hi. You might not even remember leaving me this prompt, but I filled it here! Thanks for the prompt, and I hope you’re doing well. :D 

[oceansgate]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Lou Miller has rules but sometimes things happen which put your rules into perspective.

White.

Piercing, crushing, blistering white.

Everywhere.

It hums, vibrations quivering. It pulses and pushes and stretches on and on and on into the edge of forever.

Somewhere (far away) a bell rings out.

“LOU!” it calls.

“LOU! LOU! LOU!”

Its sound is familiar. It’s the call of a thousand churches and a thousand schools and a thousand lovers summoning you home.

She leans back into the white. Lets it billow around her and pool in her hollow spaces. It pierces and crushes and blisters everywhere. But it feels good. It feels necessary.

And the sound of the bell (still far away). She leans back into that too. It’s comforting. More comforting than the white, but no less necessary.

“LOU! LOU! LOU!” it calls.

She sinks further into the white. She lets it begin to slip over her. The bell still rings out, cradling her, softer and softer and softer…

“Lou… lou… lou…”

continue reading on AO3...

this fic is for @flutter2deceive as part of the @o8giftexchange - I really hope you enjoy it, I loved writing for you 

[fictorium]

Prompt request: 20, Grace/Frankie 😊

As funerals go, it’s a lively one. Grace can’t help but like that about the Irish--not the god-fearing, miserable kind like Robert’s mother--they know how to give a good sendoff.

Is it bad that Grace isn’t even sure which of the brothers is dead? She knew both of them, after all. They’d been her accountants when she started Say Grace, before the company grew enough to bring all those services in house. Whichever one is the surviving brother, he’s got Frankie cornered by the bar, while folk music drowns out any chance of overhearing. 

Only Frankie doesn’t exactly look trapped. Dressed in black is as normal as Grace ever sees her, but even then the black velvet has some kind of pattern, the jewelry is all so handmade and too much. That used to bother Grace, as though by stepping out in public together she would be endorsing Frankie’s personal style. These days, post retirement home and post drunken cart crashing, Grace can’t muster much of a fuck about what anyone else thinks.

Besides, Frankie’s dress sense isn’t annoying. It’s Frankie. Familiar, a little wild, the first thing Grace spots in a crowd. In a room where people are trying to force their pity on her, Grace has come to value having someone, her someone, to pick out quickly and exchange an eye roll with.

She sips her martini, waits for a signal from Frankie to come and save her. None are forthcoming, which is really more indulgent than she needs to be. Patrick, that’s the one she’s talking to. Which means Liam is dead. Shame. Patrick will be following him sooner than expected if he leans in to whisper to Frankie like that again. It’s not like Frankie even hears most things in whispering range, for God’s sake.

Well. Time to play the hero. Grace is getting good at that. 

“Patrick!” She greets him, with an appropriately somber expression. “I think your wife is looking for you.”

“Oh, right.” He looks a little chastened. “Give me a call about that art of yours, Frankie. I really do know a guy.”

“Oh, I sure will. Don’t be a stranger.” Frankie gives a coquettish little wave as he leaves, letting Grace take up his position leaning against the bar. “Are you done spoiling my fun?”

“The way you flirt is shameful,” Grace says, waving her glass at the stupefied bartender in hopes of a refill. “Do you really want to end up with someone else’s husband?”

There’s that flash of... something, again in Frankie’s expression. Similar, but not quite the same as the times she’d realize she’d been the butt of Grace’s joke, before. In the old days. Before... whatever the hell this is.

“I’m simply being a comfort to the bereaved. And Patrick knows a guy who puts on shows for local artists. He’s gonna hook me up.”

“I bet he is,” Grace mutters. She takes her new glass. “Can we leave, after this drink? I think we’ve shown face.”

“What’s the hurry?” Frankie is in her element, this crowd is way more her kind of people. Sol’s kind of people. No uptight WASPy types like Grace, or at least they’re hiding out in the kitchen so far. “Anyone would think you were the one trying to get me alone.”

Grace freezes with her drink halfway to her lips. Why does that sound so appealing? Why is that what every social occasion comes down to, now: when does it get back to just being me and Frankie? “Don’t flatter yourself, Frances. You’re my designated driver.”

“You’re the only one who still lets me drive.”

“I always was a risk taker,” Grace answers with a snort. “If you don’t want to spend time with me, I can just get an Uber.”

“No, no!” Frankie downs the rest of her drink. “If we go now, we’ll miss the poetry reading.”

Grace necks her martini so fast it’s a wonder she doesn’t choke on the garnish. She doesn’t think twice about link her arm with Frankie’s. It’s just steering them to the nearest exit. 

Only once they’re in the driveway, taking careful steps down the hill to where they’ve parked on the street, Frankie comes to a sudden halt. 

“I’m not stoned,” she begins, which rarely leads to anything productive. “I mean, way less than usual. I’m half a pot brownie, and you know with my tolerance that’s less than-”

“Frankie.” Tangent averted.

“Right, gotcha. Grace Hanson, did you come and interrupt me because you were jealous?”

Of course not. What a straightforward denial. Grace doesn’t get jealous. Not over some accountant. “Believe me, you can have Patrick. Just wait ‘til his wife is done with him, okay?”

“I don’t mean jealous of me,” Frankie says, fiddling with the cuff of her dress. “I mean of him. Because he had me all to himself. And we were, we were flirting. I like to say it’s just an extension of my natural charm but-”

It’s the panic, Grace thinks. Of having a light shone where she’s been most careful to keep things in the dark. That’s why she grasps Frankie’s forearm, leaning in just a few more inches to make her. stop. talking. 

By kissing her. In front of God and half the neighborhood, not to mention all the people they know. Are they looking? Are they shocked? Grace doesn’t give a single damn. Because Frankie is kissing back, like she was just waiting for her chance. 

“Oh.” Grace can’t think what to say when she finally pulls back. 

“Well, that’s new and exciting,” Frankie teases. This time she takes Grace by the arm, guiding her the rest of the way to the car, letting her run on autopilot for a moment. Only when they’re in the car, seatbelts on and engine running, does Grace find her tongue.

“I didn’t know I was going to do that.”

“I did.” Frankie shrugs, pulling out into the quiet street. “I wondered how long it was gonna take you.”

“Oh don’t tell me,” Grace says. “You saw it in your tea leaves. No, that crystal ball you found at some garage sale I begged you to skip.”

“No, Grace.” Frankie’s voice is so soothing, even when she’s being faintly patronizing. “I saw it coming because we’ve both been wanting to do that for quite a while.”

“I should have known you’d be all zen about this.”

Frankie rolls the car to a halt at the stop sign, putting the car in park. She turns, tilting Grace’s chin up with the light pressure of just one finger. They kiss again, short but terribly sweet.

“Who can panic about something that feels like that?” Frankie asks, getting back to the business of driving. Grace can’t find the words to argue, so she settles for placing her hand on Frankie’s thigh, brushing softly over the black velvet.

“Are we going straight home?” She asks. 

“I think we’d better,” Frankie says, barely hiding a laugh.

“Why?” Grace feels one step behind on everything today.

“Because I don’t want to get arrested for indecency in this car, do you?”

Grace flushes, her cheeks no doubt glowing pink despite her makeup. “Oh, I don’t know,” she replies. “I guess we’ll just have to find out.”