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filez34 · 1 year

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catfish moon, lives in large river (and spends winter in underground rivers that were built over cause its warmer)

he's chill, mostly, although he has no qualms against eating practically anything, including human corpses drowned in river.

he usually doesnt pay attention to humans but this particular one is just very confusing because fishing for trash instead of fish is some next level of tomfoolery.

he wears "nightcap" to cover old head injury.

#there is not enough inland mermaids especially city river ones #mermay 2023 #mermay #fil draws #fnaf moon #fnaf moondrop #daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf dca #dca fandom #catfish moon #mermaid dca #fnaf yn

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melanirana · 9 months

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fish meeting fish

drawing one Mer design isn't enough I need more!

Love @filez34 boys (even if I had to fight Moon to make him look good)

#fnaf sun and moon #fnaf au #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf security breach #mermoon #mersun #fnaf mermay #mermaid au #catfish moon #ocean symphony fiasco au #ocean symphony fiasco #daycare attendant fnaf #betafish sun

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pimosworld · 19 days

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read it again part II

My continuation of some of my favorite fics and series to re-read.

As always please check the individual warnings on each one. I have a wide range of things I read and enjoy and it’s up to you to indulge or skip whatever you’d like.

Part I here

Frankie Morales

Taste like heaven- @magpie-to-the-morning

Fuck it I love you- @psychedelic-ink

Take care of you- @whiskeynwriting

The hunt- @absurdthirst

Santiago Garcia

Ride or Die series- @writefightandflightclub

Cold shower- @the-little-ewok

Santiago Baby- @reallyrallyauthor

Baby Please Series- @hoedamn-eron

Triple Frontier (all the boys)

Then and now- @softlyspector

Team Building Exercise- @mylifeliterally

A proposition- @dameronscopilot

Bloom- @charnelhouse

Steven Grant

But you can’t wait to sink in- @moonknightly

Batons and Unicorns series- @stormkobra-5

Panic- @peterman-spideyparker

Make it up to you- @preciousscarab

Marc Spector

Shibari- @bits-and-babs

Making trouble- @juneknight

Far too long- @fettuccin-e

Tag team- @babyboibucky

Jake Lockley

Getting to know you- @moonlight-presence

Let me help you- @screwtodd-stevesherdaddynow

Look at me- @luc-k-y

So cold- @loki-hargreeves

Moon Knight ( all the boys)

A long night- @myfictionaldreams

Limitless- @missdictatorme

More hearts than mine- @starryevermore

Torn, Show me- @blackleatherjacketz

The shape of you-niverse- @bit-dodgy-innit

Feel free to leave a comment with your favorite re-read or message me directly to include in future installments.

Please comment and reblog the authors works that they pour their time, heart and soul into.

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spaceagerabbit · 2 years

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listen, the pedro characters and the oscar isaac characters would find you so pretty even when you’re just doing mundane things

like you’ll be laying in bed in a big t-shirt and pajama pants eating a bedtime snack (like a leftover cupcake or something), and he’ll just look at you with stars in his eyes and a small, soft smile.

you’ll look up from your snack and into his eyes, asking him why he was looking at you like that.

“you look so hot baby”, he would say, letting out a big loving sigh as he places his cheek to his palm.

your face is full of surprise for a brief moment before a soft smile is brought to your face as well, and you move your face down to the snack in your hand. you continue smiling as you eat and he lets out another dreamy sigh.

at one point he turns your head towards him, gently brushing a few crumbs off of your lips and then licking those crumbs off his fingers cheekily.

you can decide where this goes ;)

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ariundercovers · 6 months

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Palladium (Prologue)

Title: Palladium (Prologue)

Co-written with @ezras--moon

Pairing: Pilot!Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader

Word Count: 3,828

Warnings: None for now

Chapter (Prologue) Summary:

After his time in the army, Frankie gets a new job as a med-evac helicopter pilot. Reader, a paramedic who has been working on the chopper for quite some time, is unsure of her new coworker and has some serious doubts about their compatibility.

Authors’ Notes: Slow burn with lots of smut. Multi-chapter fic in progress. F!Reader, referred to by a nickname in later chapters. No use of y/n.

This fic is co-written by @ezras--moon and @ariundercovers. Please follow both of us for updates! We will be going back and forth to post each chapter, but catch a masterlist pinned to each of our blogs.

Day 1 - Monday, September 4th

The early morning light bathes the bedroom in an orange glow and the warmth of the sunlight hitting your face tickles you awake before your alarm can. You lay there silently for a long while, letting your brain slowly catch up with your body until it’s no longer comfortable and a groan slips out, slowly rolling over to your side to stretch your limbs. Eyes finally blinking the sleep away as you rise, the alarm goes off right as you sit up and put your feet down on the floor.

A quick shower wakes you up, and a steaming cup of french press coffee immediately afterward motivates you to get ready for the long day ahead of you. You hastily grab a cream cheese bagel along with another cup of coffee to go as you head out for the base, morning news on the radio barely registering in the back of your mind as you pull into your designated parking space.

Briskly walking to the locker room, you frown when you find it empty and remember what day it is.

Phoebe’s gone.

The pilot you’ve been partnered with for years, your closest friend and confidant - you can’t blame her for leaving, as much as you’d like to be angry. Her promotion, which comes with a really nice pay raise, meant a transfer to a new base, away from you.

“Well, fuck,” you mutter under your breath, frustrated with the change. You steady yourself, take a deep breath and a sip of your second coffee, before you slip into the rest of your gear, bright yellow warning vest last. Heading down the hall to the office, you clock in, hoping to see if you can find Benny or catch a glimpse of the new pilot. As far as you can tell, neither of them are anywhere to be seen - not that you would even know what the new pilot looks like. So, you go check in with your boss, Chief Lewis, who is in his office as usual, mustering up an enthusiastic greeting.

“Morning.” He greets you with a smile and immediately hands you a stack of paperwork. “I need you to meet your new pilot out back, fill this out over the course of your shift today, and then hand it back in tonight before you leave.” You raise your brows and look at the pages stapled together at the upper left corner. Glancing down at the header, you realize that it’s an evaluation, and he wants you to report back about any issues with communication and cooperation between your team and the new member.

“This is just the initial review, you’ll do a few more later on. One next week and the other in six. Alright?” he folds his hands under his chin and looks up at you expectantly.

You nod, still reading the questions on the paper in your hand, “Alright.”

You’re caught off guard when he continues. “And, if there’s nothing urgent coming in soon, you’ll be doing a test flight or two to get the crew acquainted with one another. So, go grab Miller and get started on that first.” The disapproval seems to be evident on your face, as he’s now the one to raise his brows. “Please, don’t scare off the new guy with that frown on his first day, now.” There’s a lighthearted chuckle to his tone, but the words he chooses don’t slip past you, either.

New guy.

You’re the only woman left on your little team of three. Chief Lewis ushers you out of his office then, and you let out a frustrated sigh in the hallway as you make your way to the heliport to find Benny.

When you come to find out neither of them are dressed for work yet and are, instead, engaged in some kind of animated discussion while just standing around next to the helicopter, you’re fuming. This means that, most likely, you’re going to be the one carrying the equipment out and loading it into the chopper while they catch up on getting ready, which they should have done at least ten minutes ago.

Benny spots you stomping towards them and you catch him nudging the new pilot who’s just out of view behind him from where you’re approaching. The stranger is sporting a gentle smile and waves shyly at you as he sidesteps Benny, emerging from behind your trusted nurse.

Your breath hitches in your throat just for a split second when you see him fully. His face, his imposing build, the messy mop of dark hair that he quickly hides beneath a baseball cap…

He’s handsome. You can feel your eyes start to widen for a split second before you reel yourself back in.

The moment passes quickly, however, almost instantaneously replaced once again by the annoyment from before as you set down the two heavy bags of medical supplies you’re carrying.

“Why aren’t the two of you dressed yet?” you almost bark, Chief Lewis’s request not to scare off the new guy going straight out the window.

Benny raises his hands in mock surrender and rolls his eyes. “Well, good fucking morning to you too.” The new pilot’s smile drops into a neutral expression and it occurs to you briefly that you’re being rude.

You sigh and ease up a little bit, but your brows remain furrowed as you step closer. “Morning, Benny.”

The new, aggravatingly attractive guy introduces himself as Francisco, ‘but you can call me Frankie’,shaking your hand firmly and confidently. The sheer size of his palm compared to yours makes you swallow dryly, adding to the list of annoyances you’ve already racked up today.

“Please, go get dressed. And hurry. I’ll get started on loading up.” The two men disappear out of sight and you get to work.

At least they don't take long and have the courtesy to bring the rest of the equipment on their way back out. And then it's not much longer until you’re finally seated with your headset on, buckled in, and Frankie’s communication with air traffic control layers staticky over the vibrating thrum of the chopper starting up.

It’s deeply annoying that even his voice is nice to listen to, but you know that’s not the source of your frustration... It’s the fact that he’s replacing your friend - your best friend.

It’s that you’re outnumbered by men, and it’s especially that they’ve already known each other forever. Benny told you as much while you were strapping everything in and sanitizing surfaces before take-off - apparently he had put a good word in for Frankie to be hired.

There’s an easy banter between the two of them over comms, in which you decidedly don’t partake; it feels like you’re the third wheel, intruding. You feel out of place with them, on this helicopter, on this job. You’ve never felt like this at work before, not even on your own first day when you met Phoebe. She made you feel included and comfortable from the moment you shook hands, and you immediately worked together as a cohesive unit.

You’re in the middle of an inner monologue about the situation, talking yourself deeper into the frustration, when Benny addresses you. You’re settled in the air, finally at altitude as Frankie smoothly tilts the helicopter along a predetermined route given to him by air traffic control.

“What’s that you got there?” he asks, pointing at the slightly crumpled evaluation form you’re clutching in your hands. He’s aggressively chewing gum and bouncing his leg, it makes your facial muscles finally relax into somewhat of an easier expression. At least it’s still the same Benny you’re working with. You hand him the sheet and he skims it, then gives it back with a grin, but doesn’t say anything.

“Are you okay back there?” Frankie asks when there’s no verbal reply to Benny’s question, glancing back over his shoulder.

“Yes, don’t worry about it. Focus on getting us back down in one piece,” you respond. It comes out a little harsh, but you don’t pay it any mind.

Frankie shakes his head and turns back to the windshield, flying them smoothly and competently along the route. The longer you’re in the air, the more frustrated you feel, finding nothing about his demeanor or his flying that you could legitimately be disappointed with. Nothing to write down as a negative on his evaluation form.

Turns out, he’s infuriatingly and devastatingly competent.

You can feel your own leg start to shake back and forth a bit, the inner boiling beginning to affect you a bit more outwardly. Frankie’s voice sounds over the comms as you all arrive at your given location - just a mile or so out from the hospital.

“Turning around, and heading back to base, now.” The smoothness of his voice catches you off-guard every time. It’s like an expensive liquor in your ears, even through the static of the comms and the deafening loudness that is the inside of a helicopter. You close your eyes and sigh heavily, shaking it off. It feels impossible, but you just have to get through today. You could go home tonight and pour yourself a big glass of wine over it, but you have to figure out a way to not let this affect you. So, you shift in your seat, looking out over the city in front of you, and you count your breaths a few times, trying to regulate yourself. It helps, at least a little, and you sit back in your seat with a small sigh.

Frankie has the helicopter back in no time. He’s landing at base, again without a hitch, and you unbuckle yourself so that you can shuffle out of the chopper and back into base as quickly as possible.

You hole yourself up in the dorm for as long as you can, figuring some distance might help you shake the ugly feeling in your chest. Trying to focus on a new book Phoebe gifted you as a going away present, you’re laying back in your cot as you flip through the first pages.

An alarm blares over the intercom. They’re sending you out on your first call with the new pilot. A glance at your watch tells you you've lost track of time a little bit, it's almost noon already. You groan but immediately get to it, tossing the book onto your bed and grabbing your bag before jogging out to the helipad. Frankie is already there, climbing in, and you meet him inside just as Benny arrives as well. Everyone’s headsets are on in barely a moment as the chopper starts. Frankie turns and offers a nod to each of you - which you reluctantly reciprocate - before he takes off in the direction of the accident.

It’s a short trip - only a few minutes, really - and you land on a closed-off highway that’s got a three-car pileup blocking all lanes of traffic. There must be hundreds of cars unable to pass and waiting on tow trucks, police and your own team to clear their path. Ground EMS is there, too - you can see the lights from where you are, and you jump out of the helicopter, booking it toward them as Benny pulls out the stretcher to meet you there. The firefighters have already pulled your patient from the car, laid out on one of their stretchers with a very visible head injury. You crouch down, telling them your name and a few gentle pleasantries. You’re not sure they can even hear you, but you do it for all of your patients, no matter how bad of a shape they’re in.

“We’ve got you, now. Don’t worry - my team’s gonna get you to the hospital in no time at all, we’re gonna take good care of you.” One of your fellow paramedics on the ground gives you the low-down on the patient, explaining their injuries, position in the crash, and how the firefighters pulled them out. You nod, taking note of everything as you scan the patient yourself for visual confirmation. Asking a few follow-up questions, you nod to them and offer a polite ‘thank you’ as they stand and step to the side.

Benny jumps in then, offering you a smile before locking eyes with you. On the count of three, you lift the patient over to your stretcher. Two of the firefighters jump in toward the foot of the stretcher, grabbing the backboard along with you and Benny, and the four of you move quickly over to the helicopter as you load the patient into the cabin.

Frankie glances back at you, watching to make sure everything goes according to protocol. You and Benny finish buckling the patient down, and then sit in your seats, turned toward them as Benny continually takes vitals and you apply pressure to a deep wound on their shoulder. After one last cabin check, Frankie takes off, en route to the second closest hospital, given it has the resources to tend to your patient properly.

“Three minutes to General.” He calls back to you, and Benny nods with a ‘roger’ in response. Those three minutes are always both the longest and the shortest all at once - Benny and you working seamlessly to tend to the patient with all of your supplies and training available to you. You’re watching them inevitably deteriorate at once, so you’re grateful when you can finally feel the descent down to the helipad.

Doctors and nurses are waiting on the pad with a stretcher already, making the transition an easy one as you slide the patient off of the backboard. They run off then, Benny in tow, and you lag behind at the helicopter as the blades above you slowly whirr to a halt. Frankie climbs out as they stop, walking over to stand next to you.

“Everything go alright?” He asks.

You sigh, the adrenaline of the call slowly starting to wear off. “Yeah. As alright as it could have.” You’re not sure what else to say, so you stand there awkwardly, thoughts bouncing around in your skull for a long while. “I’ve gotta do some paperwork.”

You walk off, moving back into the cabin of the helicopter to grab the papers Chief Lewis handed you this morning. Setting them up on a clipboard, you settle into your seat and cross your legs, propping it up. It’s not actually that much paperwork, really, but it’s enough to make your head swim. This is, and will always be, your least favorite part of your job.

You fill out the pages on auto-pilot, jotting down route numbers, ID badge information, and generally recalling the course of the day so far. It startles you, then, when you hear the pilot’s door open up. Frankie steps in and takes a seat, swiveling his legs around to face you. He ticks his chin up at you and says, “Hey.”

You lift your eyes to him only briefly, not looking away from the page for more than a second, and raise one eyebrow at him in confusion. “What do you need, Morales?” He blinks back at you a few times and shakes his head.

“Nothing, just… wanted to say hi, I guess. We didn’t really get much of an introduction earlier.” You raise your chin to meet his gaze, settling against the back of your seat as you regard him.

“Well, hello. Consider us introduced.” You sigh, getting back to work on the papers and doing your best to ignore him further. - - -

The look on your face confuses Frankie to no end. He feels like maybe he did something wrong, said something wrong, perhaps? Made a wrong call during their test flight? It has to be something horrible to make you dislike him so blatantly, but you’ve only been working together for a few hours or so at this point.

He’s been replaying the day in his mind over and over again, searching for the moment where he slipped up, that moment when everything went wrong, but no matter what he does, he can’t find it, can’t quite figure out why you’ve grown to detest him so much already. He shifts in his seat, staring blankly out through the windshield as he waits for Benny to get back. It’s another internal battle to figure out if it’s worth it to keep trying, or if he should just give up and let you sulk. Maybe it had nothing to do with him, after all.

But, he’d never know if he didn’t try.

Sighing, he turns back around again and gives you a once over before speaking up once more. “Hey, uh… I feel like maybe we got off on the wrong foot or somethin’. Can we try this again? Tomorrow, maybe.” You huff, but acquiesce, looking up at him with a scowl on your face.

“Sure, fine. Whatever you want, Morales.” You look back down at the papers in your hands as Frankie brightens just a little bit, feeling better at the chance for a fresh start, even if you’re less than enthused about it. He sighs, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, and turns back to the windshield, eyes trained to the hospital doors that Benny would hopefully be walking back out of soon.

It’s a few more minutes only and he’s doing exactly that, climbing up into the cabin of the helicopter with one of his bright signature smiles that makes Frankie shake his head. They head back to base in silence, unloading themselves and their equipment to clean and sanitize. They restock their bags, reload the chopper, and then they’re left to their own devices again.

Amazingly, they don't get another call for the rest of their day. Frankie stays largely in the day room with Benny, and he doesn’t see you for the rest of the shift, or even when he goes to leave. Benny walks up to him as he’s slinging his backpack over his shoulder and they walk out of the base together.

“Hey, Fish. Decent first day, I hope?” Frankie sighs, pulling off his hat so he can run his fingers through his hair, putting it right back atop his thick dark curls.

“Decent enough, I guess.” Offering a nervous chuckle, he shifts his backpack on his shoulders as they start to head out. “Very different from flying in the army, that’s for sure.”

Benny smiles back at him. “It’ll take some time to get used to, but you’re a natural. Knew you would be, man.” Frankie nods, appreciative of the compliment, and they continue to walk in silence for a few more steps before he perks up with a question of his own.

“Hey, Benny, can I ask you somethin’?” Benny turns, regarding him as the cadence to their steps slows.

“Sure, man. Whatever you need.” They pause in front of Frankie’s beaten up truck, turning to face one another. Frankie’s head ticks toward the base.

“Is she always… like that? Feel like I did somethin' wrong… real wrong, if I’m being honest. Is she cold like that with everyone? Or is it just me?” Benny lets out a hearty laugh and claps Frankie on the shoulder, squeezing him reassuringly.

“Just give her some time. I think she’ll warm up to you pretty quickly. You’re a good guy, Frankie, so just keep being you. She’ll get there, I promise.” Frankie nods in understanding, accepting Benny’s words with a frustrated huff.

“Alright, If you say so.” They offer each other a curt nod and head in their own directions, Frankie ducking into his car and taking a moment to settle himself before driving off in the direction of his apartment.

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It takes Phoebe a while to pick up when you call her that night, leaning over your kitchen counter and fidgeting with the handle of your spatula. You almost give up when the line finally connects and you hear her voice at the other end. She’s just slightly out of breath, making you think she must have rushed to find her phone at the other end of her apartment.

“Hellooo,” she sings as a greeting and you hear her sit down in her creaky porch chair, front door falling shut in the background. You sigh before you say anything, but then muster a squeaky “Hey.”

It must be so obvious, the exasperation in your voice, because she makes a sympathetic sound before she asks you what’s wrong.

“Oh no, honey, rough day? What happened?”

You sigh into the phone and plop yourself down in your kitchen chair after flipping your food in the pan. “It’s just… the new pilot. He’s a man so I’m left now as the only woman on the crew. And, even better, he and Benny have been super close for years already, and it was him who recommended him for the job. I’m like the third wheel. It’s horrible!” You can hear a breathy laugh on the other side that she tries to cover up, unsuccessfully. “Oh come on, Phoebs… You’re living your best life in your new cushy job and I’m stuck with these two big burly boys. By myself. You’ve abandoned me!” You’re joking mostly, at this point, but the feelings inside are still real, even if you’re covering them up with a bit of laughter.

“I know. A new start like this is tough. But give the guy a chance. If he’s friends with our Benny, he’s gotta be a good one, right? He deserves a fair shot. Give it a couple of days, and see how you’re feeling about it then. It’s too raw right now to be able to make any real sense of it, anyway.” She pauses for a moment and you take a deep breath, standing up to check on your food.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I know I didn’t give you much time to prepare for it, either. It’s hard, no matter how you swing it.” You nod your head, even though she can’t see you, and look out into the distance of your living room.

“It is. But you’re right, too. I can give him a couple days, that’s only fair.” You sigh, frustrated to know that she’s right, but always grateful for her advice, anyway.

“Exactly. If it was you in his position, you’d only want the same, wouldn’t you?”

You huff, her wisdom starting to whittle away at your misplaced rage. “Yeah yeah, voice of reason. I know. I’ll give him a chance.”

She chuckles on the other side of the line. “Now that’s my girl! I’d bet he makes out to be pretty decent, after all. Benny wouldn’t stick his neck out like this for just anyone, and you know that.”

You nod in agreement even though she can’t see you. “Definitely not.”

“So just keep your head up and ride it out. You’ll know soon enough.”

#writing #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales #francisco moralex x reader #fanfic #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #francisco catfish morales #fanfiction #ariundercovers #ezras--moon

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 2 months

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It’s submission time! (All submissions will be posted by me anonymously)

Self-recs are encouraged! Don’t be shy!

Drop me an ask with your fic recs for me to show tomorrow!

I’ll be capping it at 30 requests a day so get them in quick!

Any submissions past number 30 will be added to next week’s submissions!

We already have a handful in the queue so get your recs in before midnight GMT tonight!

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sweetfirebird · 9 days

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Yesterday and today, as the controversy goes on, I have been just sort of sitting here with a bunch of thoughts about it but not saying anything because like, I don't feel well, my thoughts are not organized, and it's not about me so who cares. But mainly my thoughts are along the lines of: this keeps happening, and there is something in the 'system' that allows it to and even rewards it, and maybe people need to think about that. This kind of shit with Freydis Moon or what their name is now happens in fannish circles and it happens here, and it is something bullies and weirdos and the wannabe famous do in this environment because again, something about the environment not just allows them to but encourages it. Helps it thrive (for a while). And there is probably something something identity politics in there. And something something about the inner workings of the groups at the top of this particular food chain (whether people in those groups admit they are at the top or not). And something something also the vulnerabilities of an industry where many people have to write secretly or under different names for security reasons or because romance is one step above sex work as far as many outside the genre are concerned (and we know how those people feel about sex work and sex workers). All of which is to say, this is an individual problem (this person lying, abusing people, being a bully etc) but also a systemic one. And people can get mad at that person but this has happened before, and it will very probably happen again, and there is really nothing (atm) to stop or prevent it.

And also, as a sidenote to all the other weird discourse now happening--pen names are fine. Pen names are not "deception." Pen names are pen names, with a long history of use from all writers throughout time, and much like many stage names, are used for personal reasons, often having to do with security. But even if security is not involved and it's just a matter of separate genres or a writer just wanting a little privacy, or even just the writer's choice for no reason at all, writers get to use pen names. And yeah there is some identity politics in there as well when certain authors are lying about who they are to get like, own voices points or whatever but the names themselves are fucking fine to use.

#writer stuff #pen names #i cannot believe people are focusing on the pen names and not the people using them #pen names are not the issue here #freydis moon #and every other catfishing race or gender faking author in the queer romance world

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romanarose · 10 months

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Romana's 1000 follower celebration!!!

Hi guys! I'm so excited to announce I recently hit 1000 followers, esp bc the 500 was just in March!! The 500 followers celebration was canceled due to car problems and school stress but I wanna do one for this bc 1000 is a big number!

I know what you're thinking "You have so many series to write for!"

I know! Let me have this!

Anywayyyyy heres what we're doing!

FMK: Fuck, Marry, Kiss: With @whatthefishh who is doing her 1000 celebration too!!! Send me an ask, I'll message Mona, and I'll reply with both our answers.

Thots: Send me thots on any of our blorbos or shows!

Q's: Send me questions about any of my series, including but not Limited to: Leather and Lace/Take Your Time, Seattle, Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside, The Wrong Way over at my dark alt account @romana-after-dark, Awakening, ETC

Ships: Send me some facts about yourself and I'll ship you with someone! Since I'm in a litany of fandoms, plz specify Star Wars, Oscar, Pedro, ETC ETC

Drabble request: Pick from either my Emo Lyric Prompt list or this fluff, smut angst prompt list and tell me which blorbo For the sake of simplicity this is who I write for: Moon Boys, Triple frontier boys, Joel and Tommy Miller, Miguel o'hara, Nathan Bateman, Han Solo, Blue Jones, and any of my OC's. If you'd like a request specific to any of my universes like The Wrong Way or Seattle or LaL, just ask! None for any that arent finished but the rest are game! About 500 words give or take

Masterlist here so you can see what's been done

Thank you so much for being with me on this journey! I've been almost a year since my first Moon Knight fic <3

I'll give this some time so requests to come in, and the 4th of July I have all day off so ima hull myself up in bed and w r i t e!

#romana writes #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #triple frontier #jake lockley #santiago garcia #star wars #nathan bateman #blue jones #miguel ohara #will miller #benny miller #francisco catfish morales #joel miller #tommy miller

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filez34 · 10 months

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damn they catfishes getting all they/them bitches

#fil draws #messy doodle #catfish moon #fnaf moon #daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf dca #dca fandom #mermaid dca #fnaf yn

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slasha482 · 9 months

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This are the first two designs for the "Sun and Moon Mermaid Gallery Series": African Glass Catfish Sun and Moon! I also wrote some data about them:

Both:

Their ribbons and bells are made of white lotuses.

They have a black stripe in their front and back of their tails.

Sun's rays and Moon's cap's "fur" have the spiky appearance of these fish's dorsal fins.

They're highly social and need at least each other's company to not get stressed. They hang out with the glamrocks, but as long as they have each other they can survive.

They love children and live with the fear that if they have children, they'll get the urge to eat their babies (as it's typical of these fish).

They don't usually get the opportunity to eat frozen fish, but when they get them, nothing will stop them from eating them.

Their nest is made of driftwood and smooth rocks.

Sun:

His favorite food is brine shrimp.

He is unusual among his species because he thrives in the sunlight.

Moon:

His favorite food is daphnia, but he needs to collect lots of them to be satisfied.

He is unusual among his species because he is especially active at night.

I'm not totally satisfied with how I drew Sun's head, but I'll leave it like this. Hope you like them!

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pimosworld · 5 months

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My name is Priscilla but you can call me P,Pimo,Miss Priss or any variation of your fav nickname for me. My blog is 18+, and I mostly write fluff and smut. I’ve made a lot of friends here and I’m open to write for anyone. This community has helped me heal in ways I can’t describe so I hope you enjoy my writing. 🤍

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I started out writing for Moon knight and that quickly evolved into other characters so I will say that I’m open to write for anyone.

I don’t have a lot of rules but I generally won’t describe my reader to stay inclusive as a poc and this is a safe space for the lgbtqi community so no ignorance will be tolerated.

Im open to requests (angst,fluff,smut…any character) but I work a full time job so please be patient with them as well as my wips.

Triple Frontier

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360iris · 1 year

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THE MUTE READER 🥺🥺 details pls

also I love that Alicia keys song unthinkable omg

I know right!! This is the one with the least written down because I wanted to remember the idea, but wasn’t certain on how I’d make it work so that people could really fall in love with her.

But the idea was that she’s an absolute cutie. She’s energetic, rambunctious and full of life.

All sassy eye rolls, expressive eyebrows and furious hand-signing when she gets annoyed with Marc (which happens often because he’s MARC— and who ironically enough, has the hardest time out of the moon boys trying to grasp ASL/BSL)

Jake would have the easiest time picking up signing. I think he’s always been the most likely to inherently want to just go nonverbal whenever he’s feeling overwhelmed or significantly auditorily overstimulated.

Meanwhile Steven’s just the cutest!

He briefly read books about BSL in the past, initially just from a place of curiousity but when he meets the reader, he puts so much of his energy and devotion into learning so that he can communicate with her better (& she has such a soft spot for him because of this lol)

Anywho, it’s winter themed! Long coats with ear muffs, gloves and blushy cheeks.

And yes!! abt Unthinkable— (which is a single parent girldad!frankie ‘catfish’ morales x reader fic) I’ve loved the song since I was a little girl and thought it’s the perfect fit for Fish 😚🥰

#moon knight #moon knight system #moon knight system x reader #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #frankie catfish morales #frankie ‘catfish’ morales x reader

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thatmomwitchfriend · 1 year

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It's a Slumber Party, and you're all invited!!!

Welcome to That Mom Witch Friends slumber party, where we can partake in all sorts of slumber party debauchery 🤪 Feel free to drop into my inbox and request any of the following activity prompts, my character list is as follows:

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Santiago Garcia (TF)

Will Miller (TF)

Benny Miller (TF)

Frankie Morales (TF)

Jonathan Levy (SFAM)

Eric Draven (The Crow)

Paul Atreides (Dune)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Din Djarin (Mando)

Moon Knight system

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