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“ stay with me tonight. ”

     𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓴 whirls to face Joey, a frown etched deep into the creases of his mouth. His eyes are pinched at the corners, confused, hands locked tight into bloody balled fists as he regards the other with his arms raised defensively.

It takes him a moment to realize and another moment to relax, letting his fingers go lax and ignoring the familiar sting of bruised, busted knuckles. His face softens and he sighs exasperatedly, grinning and making a move to shove lightly at Jo’s shoulder.

“Damn it, what’d I say about sneakin’ up on me? Coulda bopped ya, dumbass.” He pauses. “Come again?”

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🏨 : How well does your muse sleep?

ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ - accepting!

🏨  - 𝓣𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓫𝓵𝔂. Growing up with ADHD was hard enough, but the medication he was put on to help stunt it really did a number on his sleeping pattern. He swears up and down that it was the drugs he was force fed that gave him insomnia, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that it’s true, either. Despite being taken off of the pills by the time he was 14, Frank still can’t catch a good night’s rest.

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⚠ & ⚡️

ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ - accepting! 

⚠  - 𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓴 has never been a careful planner. In fact- That’s exactly what landed him and his friends in the Entity’s realm in the first place- he didn’t think about killing the janitor, he just did it. It’s always been a characteristic that he’s carried with him as well; getting him thrown off the basketball team for punching a referee, and giving him several black eyes and bloody noses after smart mouthing his alcoholic foster dad.

⚡️  - 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 them. The smell and sound of rain is probably one of Frank’s most favorite things, along with the loud crack of thunder that usually accompanies it. It’s a time where he’ll grab a pack of cigarettes, a can of soda, and sit outside the front porch of his old mobile home letting his thoughts turn to static. It’s peaceful.

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☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ - accepting!

☺  - 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮 his inner turmoil, Frank smiles quite often. His personality betrays his mind’s obvious want to curl in on itself and decay, and he can never stay in too bad of a mood for long.

He’s trained himself to smirk when he grins, one side of his mouth lilting more than the other to flash a set of brace-straight teeth. If he smiles hard enough, or laughs with his gut, he’s got a set of very prominent dimples in either side of his cheeks.

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    cont.

     𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓸𝓷... His Legion. Frank scoffs without humor, occupying his focus elsewhere as he kicks mindlessly at the frozen mud beneath his shoes. “Yeah. Maybe we’re s’posed to... Well. Maybe they get along with those other freaks, but I... Y’know, I ain’t about to be buddy-buddy with no fuckin’ kiddy diddler.”

Softly, she speaks, and patiently, he listens. Now her earlier comment about entertaining him came to light, and very dumbly he began to realize that maybe it was a play on words. Very loudly, he announces his revelation.

“Oh! Yeah. It makes sense, you sound like you’d sing one of those super American songs... Country music. You a country singer, then?” He never liked country music, but being cooped up in a place like this for so long made him rethink his preferences. It wouldn’t be the worst thing ever to listen to something soothing for once, as opposed the clashing symphonies of his own mixtapes. He had half a mind to ask her to sing for him... Instead, he chooses to look past the urge for now.

“And I’m... Frank.” A beat of silence. “Morrison.” Another pause. “I really hope I don’t get in trouble for telling you that. I killed a guy, and my friends helped. Not like I wanted to or anything, it was an impulse... I don’t think before I act most of the time. Now instead of landin’ us in a prison cell, it landed us here- In actual hell. Donno which is worse at this point.”

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Random headcanon meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep? 

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one? 

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

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@curtaincallings - cont.

     "𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖍, well, not me." His tone is bitter, matching the sour face he pulls beneath his mask. The snow does nothing to his already-chilled flesh; cold as though he'd died and been reanimated again. Maybe that's what had happened, after all. "I shouldn't even be here. None of us- My friends, I mean... We didn't do shit to get here. You know?"

He turns to face her, the bloody smirk of his visage a stark contrast to how he really feels. He was angry, sure- But he wasn't angry without reason. He wasn't a cold-blooded killer like half the psychopaths he shared his title with in this hellscape. He had feelings, fuck... He had a pet snake back at home named Elvis. Who of the others like him could say they had a damn pet snake? Dog? Cat? Do murderers like them even consider the life of an animal worth sparing?

"The big guy with the chainsaw- He eats people. He fuckin' eats 'em! The chili?!" He pauses, tone lowering. He wasn't even sure why he was being so open with this girl, but once he got going he didn't stop. "Don't trust that chili. Don't trust anything that blubberin' behemoth tries to give ya. Not the chili, not the pudding..." He was getting off track. Where was he going with this?

Frank shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts. "Right. Anyway, my point is: I just got here and it already feels wrong. Outta place. I ain't cut out for this fuckin' job. You? You can ‘prolly get used to bein' strung up on a meat hook for all of eternity, yeah? Me? Havin' to watch that big guy eat survivor stew, or see that gangly bush lady play hopscotch in people's chest cavities for the rest of time? You kiddin’ me?! Just fuck me sideways."

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“ i did what i had to do. ”

     𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 snakes between the Legion’s fingers like warm rivers, rivulets slipping down the slick material of of his worn leather jacket and staining it a crimson hue. He’s hunched over himself, breathing labored as he clasps a palm over the wound in his shoulder to help staunch the bleeding.

“You… stabbed me?” His tone was disbelieving; surprise evident even without his face being visible. Sure, he was a little new- But he’d never been injured before… Not by a survivor.

“You stabbed me.”

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  “you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ” --curtaincallings

     “𝓢𝓲𝓽- wait. … Sit?” He asks, incredulous, expression bewildered behind the security of his mask. Why in the hell would he do that? He wants to talk!

The bizarre situation was just enough to keep Frank guessing, though, so he bites the bait and stalks over to collapse beside the blonde survivor; knife aloof in his bloodied hand. He follows her instructions and doesn’t speak; a feat harder than most for a chatterbox like him. Silence befalls them.

… It lasts for exactly fifteen seconds. “O- kay, so we’re sitting. I can’t tell if you’re stalling, or… Or if we’re supposed to be enjoyin’ the scenery, or what.”

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(quicksharpandclever) “ well, shit. ” (Feng Min)

     “𝓢𝓸 eloquently put,” Frank sneers, blade in his hand shaking with the intensity of his adrenaline. He can feel an underlying sense of disgust at his eagerness, but it was quickly overshadowed by the Entity’s urge to kill kill kill.

“Gotcha trapped like a rat, shorty. Let’s get this over with.”

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“ i wish i could hate you. ” (from Joey)

     𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓴 can’t help the sharp exhale that passes through his lips, reclining further into the dilapidated couch he sat on. He crosses his arms, mouth twisting into an ugly scowl. 

“Something tells me you already do, bud.”

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"Promise me." ( From Susie )

   𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂 air stings at Frank’s face as he regards the smaller girl carefully, lips drawn down and brows meshed together in concern. With chilly fingers he reaches out, carefully clasping one of her hands in his own.

“We’ll get out of here some day,” he says, but he’s not even sure of it himself anymore. “I promise.”

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misc sentence starters

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”   “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”   “  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”   “  i wish i could hate you.  ”  “  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.  ” “  i need you to trust me.  ”   “  i missed/miss you.  ”   “  she/he won’t listen to me.  ” “  let me do this for you. please.  ”   “  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ” “  tell me something happy.  ”   “  promise me.  ” “  i just want/wanted to help.  ”   “  let me explain.  ” “  i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me.  ”   “  i’m on your side.  ” “  i’ve got your back, okay? ” “  please, tell me you have a plan.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ” “  don’t go. please.  ”   “  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ”   “  talk to me.  ”   “  i did what i had to do.  ” “  we can’t keep going on like this.  ” “  i’m just tired.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ” “  it’s better to expect disappointment.  ” “  hope is dangerous.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ”   “  you look beautiful.  ”   “  be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”   “  i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”   “  have a drink with me.  ” “  she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice.  ” “  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “  can i help you?  ” “  i thought you’d like this.  ” “  do you wanna get out of here?  ” “  walk with me?  ” “  well, shit.  ”

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