#kesskirata

[vancouver-lord-goldeneyes]

They’re gagged?? With a ball gag?? A golden ball gag????

I’m really hoping it’s just some sort of collar extension and we’ll see from the side it’s not actually IN their mouths but GOOD LORD

[hopeamarsu]

Before the beginning 🥰

Kes darling, thank you first of all for reblogging the list and for this ask 🥰

This is something that I thought happened before Anchor starts, my angsty Frankie fic (that I'm hoping to post tomorrow after the final edits are done!).

It deals with the aftermath of Frankie coming home from Colombia after he left for that "simple and quick recce" he told his lady about.

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, sad sad sad.

Word count: 323 (oops)

The night sky had fallen and the moon was high and heavy when Frankie Morales finally parked his truck on the driveway. With a sigh, he ran a hand across his face and lifted the ever-present hat off his sweaty forehead to fluff up his matted hair. The humidity was something he never got used to.

He locked the truck, turning his eyes towards the dark house. In a way, he was not surprised the lights were off; Maria was a light sleeper and stirred if even the smallest ray of light hit her face. With his evening shifts at the job, Frankie had gotten used to coming home to a dark house and tiptoeing to bed next to his lady.

The door opened with a small creak and Frankie winced, hoping that the sound didn't travel very far in the old house. He would need to grease the hinges tomorrow to stop them from creaking. In silence, he toyed off his work boots and walked slowly towards the kitchen, intending to have a bite to eat before succumbing to sleep.

His lady sometimes left him a plate at the oven and he peeked inside hopefully. Only darkness greeted him and while it made Frankie frown, it was not unheard of. He straightened, wincing when the movement pulled on his back, and padded towards the fridge to grab some items to make a sandwich.

The fridge looked like it normally did, all stainless steel and Maria's paintings taped on it. First Frankie didn't even notice the envelope taped at his eye level, the day weighing him down but when he closed the door, arms full of ham and cheese, he realized it was there.

Leaving the objects on the table, he picked the thick white envelope up and ripped it open.

When the words registered, his knees buckled and Frankie fell on the ground, anguished sound resembling a wounded animal leaving his lips.

[alwaysbethewest]

Will you ever write more FishBen! 😍

YES. Truthfully I have to make an effort these days not to turn every fic into fishben 😂 I have a couple of Frankie/Benny ideas and at least one Frankie/Benny/reader idea so the only question is whether I can actually string words together into a narrative and complete any of them 🙃

[crowandagger]

Last

Intrigued by the mysterious cover, Aleksander took the book back to his previous reading spot. Upon opening the book however, he couldn't find a single word inked onto the pages and neither were there any illustrations to look at.

Flipping through the pages he could find no indication there had once been ink on the papers. He thought perhaps the librarian had misaccounted a notebook for a piece of fiction.

These are from Half In Shadow Half In Moonlight!

[tiffdawg]

Javi please

look at him!!

javi’s currently winning 12-8. i think I’ll cut it off in 20 minutes at 10pm est!

[crowandagger]

A DinAstra AU! That sounds so fun!

Yes! I was planning to make it sort of a Christmas gift for molly!

[crowandagger]

You have 900 followers

Man I wish...

I actually have less than 200 followers

[crowandagger]

You…. Are a Capricorn?

Nope!