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Yeah my Grandad is gone. I don't know what my activity will be.

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"What are you doing here? It's not safe." How the hell were there still some civilians left, he thought the place was cleared.

Great, now to get this one out.

Looking up at the imposing man and his strange mask, Frank's eyes narrowed but he looked around. He wasn't foolish enough to try and take on such an armed man.

"I was... squatting here. Didn't even realise something was going on. What's with the mask, man?" He asked as he followed the man.

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So I bingewatched all of Captain Laserhawk and I have only one question.

Where my boy Hurk Jr. at....?

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dylan’s outstanding performances on teen wolf

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Yeah, not doing great. Grandad was rushed to hospital and had a massive stroke. Has had another and been placed in a medical coma.

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Tentacle-like tongues tho

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Sitting outside the lodge in the frigid cold, Frank studied the treeline in the distance. He knew that if he walked to the trees, he would end up somewhere else. Though it was usually random, where he would end up.

Tossing his mask into the snow, he started to walk forward, wondering just where the Entity would let him roam.

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everything

nothing matters but this. not you. not them. this moment, this love that you've built, that is what matters. it is all that there is. you will do anything to keep it this way; no matter what line you have to cross, who you have to step over. the ends justify the means, after all; and for you, this is everything. they are everything.

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Tagging: All of you!

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three people i know got phished by the latest discord scam, be aware and let the servers youre in know about it!

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SCAM WARNING:

there is currently a scam going around on discord where people will pretend they accidentally reported your account and put you in contact with another user claiming to be discord support DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THEM

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Frank's eyes stared up through the shattered, bloody remains of his mask, his own expression twisted in fear and horror. He'd been running from the men, didn't remember what they so wanted from him, only that their wrath had been rained down upon him.

His own blood streamed down like a macabre tear, as he stared at her bloodied maw, words failing as he tried to nod, to confirm anything to her.

Finally, choked from his throat, words. "They broke my mask."

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Dark, viscous ichor dripped everywhere: from the formerly disgustingly sterile walls of the morgue, to slick, leather encased digits, to the bloodied maw that was now stretched out in a smile so serene, it would have made buddah blush.

The result of the incident lay at her feet; a mutilated mess, currently unidentifiable by normal means. Perhaps an unlucky survivor? An unruly killer who overstepped their boundaries and paid the price for their arrogance? It mattered little now, they were silenced.

As they should be.

"It's alright now," she cooed, like a twisted oerversion of a mother calming It's brood, bloodstained hands slowly stretched towards the other, before cupping the sides of their face. Like she wanted to contaminate all that she touched, marking the other with the congealing blood. "They won't bother you anymore. It's what you wanted, ne?"

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duality of man

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psa. let people unfollow you. let people soft block you. don’t harass them. don’t vague. don’t demand to know why they did it. don’t sit and watch their blog. too many times i’ve heard from mutuals who are too worried about the reactions of others that they haven’t followed bc it’s easier to just let it be than rock the boat. that isn’t okay. people shouldn’t be fearful of your reactions. let people unfollow and block you without worry of being vagued or harassed. 

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your teeth are a gift from god and you can sink them into other people's flesh btw

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rotating @blood-on-my-coat like noodles in a microwave

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Frank's terrible habit of wandering realms, searching for a way to lessen this terrible purgatory of murder, had brought him to Michael's realm. He had been walking through the suburban street with a soft sigh, happy for something familiar. Almost normal.

The Shape stood like a malevolent statue, and Frank dropped his own mask, the sound of it clattering to the floor echoing in the barren streets. He didn't take his eyes off the man and, slowly, crouched down to grope for his fallen mask.

"Hi, Michael." He whispered out to the older killer.

Michael's masked visage stares coldly at the other, unmoving and seemingly unbreathing. It is only when he sees what they have in their grip that he tilts his head slightly. Could it be he wants what they're holding? Or perhaps he is toying with them before he decides to use the knife in his palm.

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Taken - Ghostface

Taken - Ghostface

The wind whistled and howled through the abandoned foundry, even as the Ghostface stalked around the empty, long dead machinery, watching and waiting for anything.

Dark, black claws slowly rose from the floor, and in them, the unconcious form of the Legion’s leader, dumped in front of him into a heap. Danny raised an eyebrow at the Entity, and a soft chuckle filled his mind.

A reward for you. Punishment for him. Came the silky smooth voice. Do as you will…enjoy him.

Danny stepped closer to inspect Frank, lifting the mask up slowly to see him underneath. The teen was unconcious, hands bound together with blackened vines. He smiled broadly and grabbed the bound wrists, shifting to hook them over a pipe, leaving Frank dangling for now.

“I appreciate the gift.” He hummed gently, as he reached into his shroud, withdrawing his knife. “…are you staying to watch…?”

I’m always watching, Ghostface. The Entity’s voice purred out softly. But for now, I am watching my trials. Enjoy.

As the Entity receded, Danny moved closer to the teen, and carefully traced his knife along his mask. He slipped the mask up, watching the slack face start to contort as he began to wake.

“…hnn…?” Frank breathed out as he moved and he opened his eyes, blinking and moving slowly, his head shifting up. As he did, Danny moved his hand, knife tucking neatly against his neck.

Frank blinked a few times when he realised what he was staring at, his expression changing to one of distress. “No…no more, I’ll behave!” He pleaded. “Please just don’t…”

Danny’s head tilted and he frowned underneath his mask. “Don’t what…?” He asked, voice silken and dangerous.

“She gave me…to so many of them…” He whined out, trying to keep away from the bladed edge. “They…they pulled me inside out…hurt me, attacked me…”

“Why are you being punished, Frankie?” Danny asked, leaning over the teen, the blade shifting away from his neck. “What did you do wrong?”

“…I let them go.” Frank confessed softly. “I don’t want to…didn’t want to…” He breathed out. “I don’t want to kill anymore.”

Danny drew back for a moment, as Frank’s confession hung in the air. He thought the teen was rebellious, an angry, furious force that needed to lash out. It seemed that he had made the Entity angry and in retaliation, she was simply passing the teen to people who would do worse.

“If you don’t kill, what good are you here?” Danny asked, head tilting. “She brought you to do a job. So do your job.”

“I can’t!” Frank sobbed out, as his legs wheeled. “I can’t do it anymore, I don’t want to!” he whimpered. He fell limp, body shuddering with his strained breath. “I don’t want to be an experiement. I don’t want to be hurt anymore. Just…do what you want with me…then kill me.”

Danny watched Frank tremble and shiver, his own thoughts lingering on the teen’s predicament. “How many have had you?” He asked, as he flipped open a book to write. The teen’s head rose up and he sighed out. “…too many. I think the worst was the Blight. Talbot.” He breathed. “Others will have me too. After you. I just want to go into that dim darkness and rest. That’s all I want now.”

Danny smirked underneath his mask. “I could give you relief. I can make it painless. Sweet, even. It would be a work of art.” He teased, and Frank’s head tilted away with a sob. Danny stroked his cheek, and Frank nodded. No one had offered him any kind of relief. No one had offered him anything. Everyone had simply…taken.

“All you have to do is ask.” He told Frank, who looked up at him, his eyes wet and shining.

“Please, Danny.” He breathed out. “Help.”

The Ghostface drew closer, and he cupped both hands around Frank’s throat, stroking his thumbs along his adam’s apple. “I will. I will help.” He breathed out, and, leaning forwards, he pushed Frank against the wall, hands tightening around his throat. Frank struggled, his feet kicking and mouth opening wide in horror. He tried to pull himself off, tried to wriggle free. But trapped between the Ghostface’s hands and the wall, Frank had nowhere to go.

He coughed and choked, as the world started to reduce to the single pinhole of vision, until he felt something smack against his back, and he took wheezing, gulping breaths, unable to move properly. He felt the cold air hit his chest, and Frank blinked a few times, as the blade shone above him.

They’d all heard rumors about the Ghostface. About what he did to the survivors. Frank couldn’t help but tilt his head to look at the man’s black gloved hands, stroking down over his chest, and jabbed a thumb into the soft flesh of stomach, making Frank moan in protest.

The blade was sharp and swift. Well practised, and hot agony spread through Frank like a wildfire, but he didn’t feel fear, not underneath the man. He moaned out, and Danny forced his hands up, above his head. Frank stared up at him, throat bobbing as he tried to figure out what he wanted to do…cry, scream, wail, beg…it was all appealing.

He was forced to scream when the blade came down again, piercing through Frank’s hand, and Danny’s hand teased at the gash in Frank’s belly, easing the hot, tight insides aside. Frank wailed out as two fingers pressed inside, easing into the teen.

“…s-so it’s true…” Frank managed to get out, even as Danny’s fingers pressed deeper. “You really do fuck with their insides.”

“And yours too…” Danny hummed out, as he watched Frank’s expression teetering on pain and pleasure. “You know how good it feels? How tight? How hot?” He asked, and Frank felt the fingers pull out and away, hot wetness spreading over his lips. He let his tongue hang from his lips, let Danny smear that coppery heat across his tongue, letting out his own soft whine.

As Frank lay there, his back arched and he felt something pressing deeper into him than Danny’s fingers had, and he heard the moan and groan of the man above him as he started to feel the pleasant push and pull of being fucked, though it was in the completely wrong place, and Frank couldn’t move, couldn’t gain his own pleasure. “Danny…please…” He begged softly as Danny fucked into him, his hips pushing him up, slowly. “…you gonna come inside of me…literally?” He asked, eyes drifting shut as Danny rutted into him, rough and hard. Frank’s head tilted back, the only real action he could take.

It was bliss. It was agony. It was something horrible and yet Frank wanted more. He tried to raise a hand, tried to pull himself free, but he was impaled and entrapped in every sense of the word. He whined out, as Danny fucked harder and harder into the wound.

It burned hotter and hotter, and Frank’s senses started to dull down, to almost nothing once again. Everything was getting dark and fading, and he whined out. “Danny…”

“Fuck, I’m so close…they’re normally crying and pleading for me to stop by now…” Danny leaned down over him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“…I’m fucked up.” Frank replied softly, his fingers twitching as he stared up into the blank eyes of the mask. “…I’m…broken.” He told the man, even as Danny thrust deeper and harder into him, a hand moving down to press over his throat, even as he came.

Frank whimpered out, his head tilting the other side as he was lowered down to the floor. Danny gave a soft hum, pressing himself deep into Frank. “…I’ll keep you alive. Keep you safe. For as long as I can. I don’t mind my toys a little broken.” He smiled sweetly.