#frankmarg

[staticbluue]

No caption needed, the image says it all.

[kill-frank-burns]

Okay, if Frank's wife had divorced him at some point during the series, and Margaret did convince Frank to marry her, what do we think that marriage would actually, realistically look like?

[cryptozombologist]

straight up 'mash'ing it. and by it. i mean. my unit

[transradar]

I love when people make MargFrank yuriful. It helps me understand all of that shit they’ve got going on

[statictwoo]

In my mind there exists a scenario in which Frank transitions and Margaret takes on the role of a mother unintentionally hammering internalized misogyny into her daughter 👍

[serpercival]

Doing kiss meme prompts again! I solicited a bunch from some friends on discord so they'll pop up here over the next few days.

frankmarg + a romantic kiss for @almostpleasantrebel

It wasn’t often that Margaret found the time to sneak away from camp. She had responsibilities. It wouldn’t do to leave the 4077th under only the so-called command of Colonel Blake when those lunatics who dared to call themselves Captains were around.

Pierce and McIntyre, thankfully, had been given three days of R&R in Tokyo. Lord knew what debauchery they were getting up to there, but at least it was no longer her business.

What was her business was the picnic Frank had organized for just the two of them. He’d found a place on the other side of the minefield, where they wouldn’t be disturbed, and laid out a blanket, a bottle of wine, and real cheese and crackers under the stars.

It made her tingle. She wouldn’t put him through his usual paces tonight, that was certain. He had more than earned whatever he wanted.

“Oh, Margaret,” Frank sighed, wiping the dregs of wine from her lips with his thumb. “The way you get all red when you drink brings out the color of your eyes…”

Margaret thought about this. She felt as though she should probably be offended. But the night was so nice, the air crisp and cool, and there was no risk of trouble at camp… so really, there was no reason not to let it go. “Thank you, Frank,” she said, playing with a loose wisp of hair near his ear. “I love the way you look all pouty.” She tapped his lip with a finger, feeling the way the flesh gave beneath her touch. He didn’t have much there, but he certainly knew how to use it. “I love your mouth, Frank. You know, sometimes you say the silliest things, but I always know they come from the heart.”

“My heart is so big, Margaret,” Frank said, nodding. “And it’s beating just for you.”

“All for me?” Margaret breathed.

“All for you.”

Margaret leaned in the last few inches to kiss him, forgetting until it was too late that she still had her finger on his lips. She kissed around it, then to the left, then to the right, until Frank giggled and licked her to get her to take it away.

“My place, or yours?” Frank asked, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“Why not right here?”

[staticbluue]

I drew this for kinktober over on bsky but it came out SFW so tumblr gets to have it <3 The prompt was "laugh."

I'm enjoying this simple monochrome, It's really helping me loosen up! I may be failing to keep the kink in kinktober but since my actual goal is to get quicker and looser, I don't really mind lol.

Gaze upon the rest of my kinktober art if you wish :]

[staticbluue]

I am trying new things 👍👍👍

I love the look of huge blocks of color but I feel like I’m not very good at it. I think I pulled this one off, though!! I’m going to keep practicing :] But also I might need to draw 12 pinups before the end of December, there’s a project I may or may not go through with…