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// having some trouble with muse but i will return, i always do.

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probably gonna do franks mask stick n poke tonight lol 

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gonna do some tags with song lyrics just for funsies 

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i think the entity has more influence over frank in the realms than frank is willing to admit. back in the real world a lot of his power came from manipulation and he is definitely still like that but the entity’s influence on killers makes all that darker stuff inside kinda bubble to the surface. so post-entity frank is definitely more on the meaner side, and it can be hard to imagine why the other legion members were ever his friend in the first place.

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// Masked. 

     Scarred eyebrows furrow in response, tan scarred lips pulling into a deep frown with clear annoyance. The masked man says she doesn’t want to pick a fight with him, yet here he is, bloodied and with a knife out. Kassandra couldn’t help but roll her eyes, hand still firmly holding the sword in her hand.                       ❝You say this, but here you are- masked, bloodied, and following                      me like a lost puppy. I am looking for a way out of this gods forsaken                     woods, so really… I’m not in the mood for this, either.❞         She responded sternly, remaining still in her spot and holding her ground firmly. She would not let some stranger intimidate her. She remained a cautious eye out for him, her hand itching to sheath the sword but she couldn’t let herself be out in the open for him.

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a lost puppy. reminded him of susie. a lost thing in the woods looking for some guidance. that isn’t what frank was. not even in the slightest. sure, he was lost, but so was this oddly dressed stranger. they were both terribly lost. he didn’t change his defensive stance, still heavily on edge from everything that had happened.

❝ if there’s a way outta here nearby, i haven’t found it yet.❞

few years in Ormond and you’d think frank would know his way around these woods, know the trails that wrapped around the trees. 

❝ the hell are you doing in the woods up here anyways?❞

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FRANK SKIN FRANK SKIN SDKJNSKFNSNKANJDSLFNSLFKASNSDKJNGJKDXNJEKRNDKLSDNFJEK,

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// sent out some messages- also, i think i’m gna make this a multimuse? i really wanna write benedict but a whole new blog will be tough for me so it’s just easier on me to have it all in one place. it’ll prob still be mostly frank themed cuz like thats my boy, but yea

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// i will be sitting on babies for a day longer than i thought i would, so i might just try and send em out anyways

// im VERY excited to slide into y’alls DMs ok, i been babysitting today and i will be tomorrow too so expect me on monday when i’ve had a chance to recharge. thanks so much for ur interest & patience <33

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// im VERY excited to slide into y’alls DMs ok, i been babysitting today and i will be tomorrow too so expect me on monday when i’ve had a chance to recharge. thanks so much for ur interest & patience <33

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// plotting call, give this a like and i WILL be in your DMs, that is a threat 

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// i’ve been wanting to try my hand at Benedict Baker for a while, i’m setting up another blog for him atm (of course i’ll still be active here). hmu if you want it now, but i’ll RB a promo whenever i make it anyways. Ben Baker is the guy who wrote all the journal entries in DBD btw.

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—I’M RIGHT HERE LEANING OVER YOUR BODY SO WHEN I SAY YOU DIE, YOU DIE!

|| help a newbie out with a reblog! if you’re interested in writing with Frank Morrison of Dead by Daylight, hmu. indie, semi-sel. i’m not new to roleplay but i’m new to doing it on tumblr. check out my guidelines on my blog, hit me up if you have any questions, and happy writing.

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frank’s hands were still shaking. he was covered in a strangers blood and he didn’t regret it he didn’t regret it one bit it’s what had to be done and he grabbed jules that guy deserved it but what if they didn’t hide him well enough? what if someone found him out here in the woods wherever the fuck he was, covered in red, holding a knife? even if they hadn’t done it, that’s all the evidence they’d need to pin it on him. y’know, if he ever got out of these fucking woods. 

as though on queue, he heard the faint rustling of leaves up ahead. the thick treeline acting as natural cover, and he followed the sound, eventually spotting a woman walking through the forest. alone. weird. 

apparently, he’d spent too much time silently judging her and not enough time blending in with the trees, because she noticed him following her soon after. frank slunk out from behind his cover. against all the stark, soft, white snow it must have been his bloodied jacket that gave him away. he gripped the handle of his knife. hers was bigger.

❝Look lady, this ain’t a fight you wanna pick right now. I suggest you turn around and head back to wherever you came from. As you can see, i’m not in the mood. ❞

there was something... a tingling in his fingers. she hadn’t given him a reason to attack yet but frank felt like there was a hand on shoulder nudging him, urging him forward. like something inside of him was saying doitdoitdoit-

he didn’t really want to k i l l two people in one day, but he would if he had to, so the stranger and him were on the same page.

Starter Call. || @deepwounding​

      By the Gods- how long has this stranger been following her for? They were masked, so she could hardly tell who they are, but that knife of their’s didn’t look friendly. In return, she pulls out her sword and pointed it to them.                      ❝There’s no need to shed blood, but if I have to I will.                   Consider this your warning, masked one.❞

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𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝑜, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔.

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𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈    𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃    𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈    𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺    𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳    𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃    𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈    𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽    𝙵𝙾𝚁. —    𝚝𝚘    𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕    𝚊    𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍.

𝚍𝚠𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝    𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍    𝚘𝚏    𝚋𝚑𝚟𝚛'𝚜    𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍    𝚋𝚢    𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.    𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍    𝚋𝚢    𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝.

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// ok i love how replies look on my blog on desktop...the red....effervescent *-*

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@smotheredinstars

to say this place was... STRANGE, was hardly scratching the surface.  everything felt off somehow. it was ormond but it wasn’t. the trees weren’t just tall anymore they were looming overhead. their branches seemed to want to close in on him like a predator with thousands of prickly eyes. they were just supposed to be trees. susie was grabbing onto his coat desperately. the fear in her voice was palpable and her hands were making his own arm shake. 

❝ it is now. ❞ came his unhelpful reply. ❝ the others, too. when we find them. this is what we always wanted. ❞

he made no physical effort to comfort her. his words were meant to be encouraging, but probably not in the way susie was looking for. encouraging her to accept the kind of people they were now, the kind of people they’ve always been. the kind of people he helped them become. ❝ that mask is you. the you that you didn’t want anyone to see, suze. in here, this place... we don’t have to pretend. ❞

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   “ … the mask isn’t ME – ” there’s FEAR in her voice, shaky hands still. susie is able to hold back any tears, but she can’t straighten up so she grabs at frank’s coat, squeezing on the fabric tightly. he’s familiar, and all she H A S in this permanent hellscape. her gaze finds the ground and she frowns. “ frank i can’t keep doing this, i – i ” a long SIGH. “ p l e a s e help me ? ” [to kill? to die? to v a n i s h?] susie only knows she needs a push in the right direction. he was the cause of their PUNISHMENT. frank would know what to do. he had to.