#ft. frank

[xmollyweasleyx]

where: frank and alice’s home. who: frank; @franklongbottom-fm.

Whether she liked it or not — she loved it — Molly was the resident mother. She was experienced when it came to child rearing. She had been learning from an early age with her older brothers. She wasn’t always a parent to Fabian and Gideon but she was enough to get some training first hand. Not to mention her own three hellions. So when Frank sent Molly an owl begging for help with pre-arrival of his little one she happily obliged.

Taking the floo to Frank and Alice’s home was easy enough. When she walked in she could tell the new father-to-be needed help. She looked around the corner. “Molly house call to the rescue.”

[midnightscxre]

@vcngefulwrath continued from x

Enchantedly the two pine-green orbs followed the crimson trails made by the remaining blood leaving the victim's body. Hypnotizing, intoxicating, the electric impulses and copper scented air surrounding him. The cruelness and superiority blessing the golden haired woman. A porcelain, perfect facial features like a doll from a rich industrial age. Countess painted on canvas with oil paints. One thing in common with both - ageless, eternally young and possessing the beauty of an angel. But hiding the demonic nature -- nature that sang to him like sirens and valkyries. Calling, demanding, bewitching. And Frank resisted not. Young, ruthless male that many tongues painted as soulless and monstrous consumed the sight and Charlotte's existence as a drug, getting high on the bloody mess he admired.

At first, weeks ago, maybe months, the careless mind lost count, it was the luscious shape, melodic voice and moon like eyes that caught his attention. Blood flew to the lower parts and promised not to bother him any longer if he succumbs to the primal need. The plan was simple, basic : ' Hit it and quit it ', as the street slang implied. Even the heartless refusal and lack of interest from the woman did little to shake the ground under his feet. He will wear her down, it won't be the first nor the last time he gets what he craves eventually. After all, they all fall for the bad boy. For the thug, fearless, mysterious, laud, smug and just -- wrong. The pretty ones always have the same type, as they all were the same - fetching but utterly boring.

Oh how wrong was the hardened male. So wrong that the spirit that got its fix on screams and suffering, pleads and inevitable death, froze. Shocked, bewildered and above all. . . surpassed. Watching the ivory fangs tear the skin more professionally and almost artistic like, way better than his blade did, made Frank to stare and worship. In that moment, his neck was chained to her wrist. Pushing and pulling, it didn't matter, as long as they were connected.

Tip of his nose gently brushed over the silky shoulder of the woman, inhaling the perfume that kept him awake at night and the well known iron smell of spilled crimson. Divine combination, infernal pleasure. " I would pile up much more corpses for you, if you just swallow that meaningless denial for once. " Calloused fingers lovingly grazed his own blood stained blade, fresh and warm since he himself was just back from his ' fun hunt '. Warm, alcohol scented breath glided across her collarbones, when the male leaned forward, his muscular chest kissing her elegant shoulders.

" Is it beneath you to run along with a human? " a grin, a hoarse chuckle on his own words. Warm lips grazing the cold neck of the deadly creature. " You know, there is not much of me that's human, except the flesh. How about a little loving bite, get yourself a fun company for eternity? " Shamelessly, maybe to boldly, did the pearly whites gently bit Charlotte's neck, suggesting what he was longing for.

[suerteliquida]

Sonrió alegre ante la afirmativa "Entonces encantado" no solía negarse a las invitaciones de comida nunca. "No, nada en especial. En realidad puedo comer cualquier cosa" sobre todo si se transformaba en rata cualquier cosa era buena para picar. "Así que lo que ustedes elijan está bien. ¿Neville es quisquilloso para comer?" Preguntó curioso.

– Qué va, claro que puedes, si no no te estaría invitando –dijo con sinceridad. Acomodó a Neville en sus brazos, para comenzar a caminar– ¿Te gusta algo en especial? Nosotros somos bastante flexibles con la comida –comentó, volviendo su vista nuevamente hacia Pettigrew.

[mkyrevenge]

mikeyway and his fuckass coat

[teasugarcoffee]

happy birthday psychonauts ily and your funky characters

[push-upsindragg]

do you guys think frank has a secret tumblr account like ft willz or like gwhiz138 that he uses to watch the activity of us and judge how much information about mcr(5) he needs to say to make us go insane

[calliopewrites]

Briars eyes flicked up the moment she felt the weight of a stare — not just any stare, but one with intent. Calculated. She met it without hesitation, lips wrapping around the straw of her drink as she leaned back against the bar, unbothered. The smirk he offered didn't surprise her, but it did amuse her — enough to tug one from her in return, slow and knowing. She didn't look away when he turned, not immediately. Let him think he was playing coy. Let him believe he'd gotten under her skin.

Then, with a toss of her curls over one shoulder and a raise of her brows, she murmured to the bartender, "Make it two. One for me, and one for the man pretending he's not dying for me to say hi."

open to: f

Frank stared from across with a glass in hand, knowing it would be a dangerous game. Locking eyes with her and knowing she would eventually notice, and that was the idea. Every other guy wanted to approach her but to no avail, only he was getting the attention. Raising his glass, he smirked as he gestured towards her before pretending to play coy while turning around.

“Another glass for the lady. In a sec.”

[midnightscxre]

Closed starter for @slumpcd based on this

Muse: Frank Morrison, 24, serial killer, heterosexual

" Like your gift ? " pearly whites exposed in a cocky, malicious but somehow sickeningly attractive grin. " I think the tongue wrapped around his head like a bow takes the cake. " Frank proudly pointed at the gruesome sight he created. " My idea. " self-esteem grew with that statement, as two dark emerald eyes found there focus on the other. " Now did any of your frat fuckers beat that? Huh? " jealousy evident but the male would never admit it out loud.

[kikixsol]

I’m just like you 💔

[oranttta]

my southern gothic au. frank. 🕸️🔪

i. gerard

ii. mikey

[jawbrkrs]

"  why  ?  because  you  feel  sorry  for  me ?  " 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 ,  but  who  could  blame  her  after  the  night  she  had.  "  whiskey.  neat.  "  but  she  gave  in  anyways  —  honey  eyes  study  his  face.  something  about  his  eyes  were  trust  ,  and  she  was  sure  she'd  regret  it  ,  but  at  least  the  alcohol  might  soften  the  blow.  "  is  this  a  normal  thing  for  you  ?  hitting  on  overly  frustrated  women  at  the  bar  ?  "

can’t help but chuckle, knows when to prod and when to retreat. ❛ well will you at least let me buy you a drink ? least i can do. ❜

[sylvianartist]

he's a heart attack in black hair dye. if you even Care

[xxfrnkiero]

i don't wanna fuck this up i don't wanna fuck this up i don't wanna fuck this up i don't wanna fuck this up i don't wanna fuck this up i don't wanna fuck this up i don't wannafuck thisup i don't wannafuckthis up idon't wannafuck this up

......ah man. and just when i was getting so good at fucking everything up too.

lithium carbonate

- f.t.willz

[frnkiebby]

yeah this sounds about right~🎃

[xmaddyscamanderx]

It's not that Madhuri didn't want to know Frank. It was that she never had the actual opportunity to get to know him. Whenever they were in the same place it was during classes at Hogwarts. She was always very easily sidetracked and not the best partner to have. She was sure he couldn't stand it but her mind couldn't keep up with her body. She was always on the go even when she was interested in something -- perhaps even more so when she was interested. But there Frank was offering his time. Madhuri was thrilled to have the chance to get a drink with him.

"Ally. Yeah, that's right. Married life," she laughed. "Can't imagine. Maybe one day I'll settle down." Her mind went to Belinda briefly before fighting it off. "Oh, just someone from work. No big deal. I'll give it to them tomorrow," she smiled obviously unhurt, "but it wouldn't hurt to send them a howler of us having a great time. Forget something sad!"

Frank didn't know Maddy all that well, he preferred less fanciful news sources, but she seemed nice enough. They'd had classes together back in school and they'd worked together on a project or two. She had a good energy about her.

"I can't stay all night, Ally's at home, but I can definitely stay for a drink." Frank agreed. "Who stood you up? We can send them a very sad Howler if you want."

[xoxo9ia]

A small town? That's so weird; no one ever listens to me either. Wow. What a small world (exclamation point)

LOL. We should be friends. What's your number?

Wanna hang out some time? Are you on Myfriendsmakeoutspace-ster (fuckeachotherfuckeachotherfuckeachother) club? Me too. Wanna fuck?

I'm just like you. Can I borrow your car? Live at your house? Eat your pets? Kill your parents? We're so perfect together, (for each other)… opportunity is knocking do you hear it?

BANGBANG! I wrote a song about you, it has 25 different parts that don't belong together.