Windows to Frank
I am moving soon and decided to make my art for my new walls.
*inspired by Nasa’s space tourism posters as well as Aaron Wood’s Retro Planetray Travel Posters I just wanted to make my own with Franks to look at*
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"We are kink positive only in this household."
Headcanon I Got From Your Drawing:
Imagine there's this cabinet dedicated for these items:
Collars! When they're getting ready for the day, they just open a drawer and choose from their wide collection of collars, of different colors, and styles, to go with their outfit
Corsets! This is mainly Chay I imagine. He wears both waist corsets and full torso corsets. He has a separate drawer for this. I imagine Kim wears them both over his clothes and under them.
Harnesses! This is mainly Kim's thing. I have no doubt this man carries a ton of weapons on him and uses the harness to do so. Most of the harnesses he owns are just for holstering but there are some for fashion.
ALSO, there's this thing I read that when someone got overwhelemed, their partner tied them up to calm them down a bit, saying it makes them feel more secure and down to earth. I don't doubt Kim gets that treatment.
P.S. I'm sorry if I you think this is weird...Please delete this if you think it is.
Ahhh no I love this sm.
Little known fact that I've spoken to more than one friend about the idea of Kim just casually wearing collars and/or harnesses as part of his day-to day fashion. 👀
Several of them are handmade/personalised gifts from Chay. Not Kim low-key loving the suggestion of ownership/being claimed.
Link to the post anon is referencing.
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This is quite possibly the best day of the villain’s life.
The hero had walked directly into one of his traps, one of his most obvious, and gotten picked up by a couple of the villain’s henchmen. She’s currently downstairs, one of the henchmen has told him, and he’s been pacing for the last hour figuring out his victory speech. He wasn’t really expecting to catch anyone yet, so he’s a little unprepared.
He eventually decides to make his way down, carefully rehearsing what he’s going to say. God, he can’t believe his luck. He has blackmail, ransom, and an endless pit of information all rolled into one.
The hero has been left on her own—he’ll be talking to someone about that later—with several layers of thick rope holding her in place. Her hands have been tied behind her, and he kind of wishes they hadn’t done that. God knows what she’s holding.
“Oh, thank god,” is what she opens with, which is decidedly not the emotion he was hoping to evoke.
“Good afternoon, [Hero],” the villain opens coolly, and the hero actually smiles at him. She doesn’t look particularly bothered at all, in fact. That’s annoying. “I see you’ve played fool enough to let yourself get caught by me.”
“Yeah,” she says brightly.
“Your stay here will make you rethink every moment of your life that led you here,” he continues, pointedly ignoring the eager grin on her face. “I’ll make you regret being born.”
“Sweet. So, what's the deal?” She glances around the room for ideas. “Lasers? Some kind of giant blade? Oh, no, a contraption! You’re always doing those.”
The hero’s guesses are met with confused silence. The victory of getting her here is fizzling out humblingly fast. “I thought you’d be… more upset to be here.”
“Oh god, no.” She laughs—actually laughs. She’s in the villain’s domain and it feels like she’s making fun of him. “Agency’s been really messed up recently. Been shooting heroes down left right and centre. Nothing you do could ever be worse than what they’ve done to me.”
That is somehow an insult. “What, so this is just a holiday to you? A nice bit of time off?”
“Kind of. Was hoping for something a bit more permanent, away from the agency. Thought you might like going down as the guy who took out a hero.” Her grin widens, hopeful. “Figured you’d be more inclined to talk to me if you didn’t think I was going to dropkick you into next week.”
So she’d walked straight into one of his traps. Of course she had. This is definitely a setup.
“I could just, you know, actually kill you,” he points out, and she hums thoughtfully.
“You could, but god, the payout for a dead hero is huge. You could get in on that if I’m still alive.” Clearly the idea of being murdered like this hasn’t particularly fazed her. “You help me evade the agency, and I’ll make sure you get a chunk of that money.”
His inventions have been a little lackluster recently—most of them are made from scraps he found in the local junkyard. A bit of cash wouldn’t hurt.
He pulls a small knife from his belt, leaning down to get to work on the abysmal twists of rope securing the hero down. He can’t believe he’s agreeing to this. “I want at least half.”
The hero snorts amusedly. “Leave some for my family, man. A quarter.”
“A third.”
She smiles as the rope falls loose, and she gets to her feet with a sigh. “Deal.”
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