#gracepa

[creepfactors]

If you wanna know the truth

There's no more community gardens

So, I guess I'll have to settle for you

[minzisko]

graces + redraw of that one panel

[finnlovesmangos]

EEEEEE HERES SOME ART BC IM SUUUPER PROUD OF IT

It’s based on my fic “the perks of being a gladiolus flower” on ao3 😋😋😋 (yes it’s a gracepa fic🥀)

Also some doodles and a careamic dish I’m making of 80-hd

[kkcosplayproductions]

OKAY! The reblog thing is actually going to drive me bonkers, so I’m just going to list and link all of my fics in this post!

Anytime You Need a Friend

Masquerade

Catch Me If You Can (18+)

My Oh My

Cats Are Strong Too

Thunder and Lightning

Everybody Love Me

Dude Looks Like a Lady (18+)

In the Dark of Night (18+)

Partners in Crime

A Night to Remember (18+)

Just the Way You Are (18+)

Bad Romance

Take Me to Church

Why are you covered in dirt!?

A Whole New World

Hit and Run

So This is Love

I See Red

Moonlit Movie Nights

Dog Man: Radio Wrangled the Video Star

“Saving” Dog Man

And that is all for now lovelies!

[rattatyboi]

Imagine it. You're out on the town late one night, just fucking around. You go into a club, going to the bar and picking up drinks, flirting with the gorgeous gals around you. It's open mic night, and people have been going up to sing during breaks of the clubs music.

You go out to the dance floor, bust a move, then go back to your table to rest during the breaks. You're having fun, even if none of the girls stay, and you relax, taking a sip of your drink as some rando goes up to the mic. You don't pay them any mind at first, your eyes scanning the bar, but then you hear it.

The most beautiful voice you've ever heard, being backed up by a ukulele.

You snap your head over, and you see up on the stage, singing into the mic, the most beautiful women you've ever seen. Not only is she beautiful, but her voice is hypnotic, and you can't help but stare. She keeps singing, and playing her ukulele, gaze wandering over the crowd, before she locks eyes with you, and the way her eyes sparkle as she notices you watching her, makes you feel like heaven. You smile at her, it being softer than you normally would, yet no less flirty, and she smiles back, grin wider than it had been before, and you feel like you could fall in love.

You keep watching her play, and she keeps watching you, and it feels like it's just the two of you, despite the large crowd. As she finishes up, you stand, quickly running to the stage to meet her, not wanting her to slip away. You pause before you walk up to her, fixing your hair and catching your breath, smoothest smile you can make on your face, and you walk up to her and ask for a dance, the clubs music picking back up. She giggles, making you feel like you're flying, and she takes your hand, pulling you to the dance floor.

You've always called yourself the Disco King, and you're not about to stop, but it seems miniscule in comparison to her. She moves like water, dancing the night away, and you smile. If you're the Disco King, than she is a Goddess.

The two of you keep dancing, and during the break you take her back to your table, and you just talk. Usually you'd just flirt, and you still do, but it's different. Deeper connection than you're used to. You take her hand, the softness overwhelming, and you press a kiss to her knuckles, if only to hear her giggle again. She looks at the time and sighs, smile turning sad, and she stands to leave. You scramble, not wanting this to end so soon, and you beg for her number. Her smile brightens, and she's pulls a pen out from somewhere, writing it down on a napkin, pressing a kiss to your cheek, before walking away.

You sigh, and look at the name written with the number. Grace. How fitting.

[minzisko]

au where grace and grandpa were fucked up lesbians instead and absolutely nothing changes or is any better bc of that