take your whole life, then you put a line through it.

Isolated from his legion, he felt the familiar blankness wash over him, biting at his fingertips along with the frost. Not even the memory of Jules teasing him about wearing fingerless gloves in sub-zero temperatures just so he could “do knife tricks” seemed to illuminate the black hole inside him growing wider and swallowing him from the inside out. The sound slowly became a voice the more it ate of him, asking if he was alone because he tasted that way. No, there’s others…but they just don’t get it. Even when they’re around, I’m by myself. Though even as he thought such words, he could feel the dark tendrils worming deeper, opening him up and seeing him for what he truly was. You’re not alone anymore. I see it all. Wouldn’t you like it if they could see it too? And selfishly, he did. Despite how he’d vowed to protect them, perhaps only under the threat of Julie’s knuckles to the back of his skull whenever Susie or Joey got cold feet during one of many heists, he wanted them to understand why he always kept them at a distance, or why the hell he’d put any of them through this…why he’d violently yank his hand away whenever Jules thought to place hers upon his as if she could put a cap on his anger when he was getting riled up. As they caught up to him, Joey—breathless, Susie—with frozen tears streaking down her cheeks, and Jules—wide-eyed in a show of concern he would have sneered at under normal circumstances, he allowed the darkness to lash out at them, his feral frenzy taking root in them all. Frank Morrison / Dead by Daylight Mature Themes Present FC: Yuri Pleskun

[bladebearer]

griP. :U

send “grip” to grip my muse’s jaw in your muse’s hand

– “What is it now, Frank?”

An exasperated sigh leaves his lips as his head is turned to face the other, an eyebrow raised when eyes meet.

“Can I help you? If not, stop fucking touching me.”

[filthierfrank-blog]

  Ah, Joey—just the average Joe schmuck he wanted to see, but apparently didn’t want to see him, judging by the way he turned away before his concrete expression caught on the edges of Frank’s broken bottle gaze. No problem, he thought once he’d sidled up beside the other half of his crew’s muscle and seamlessly snagged his stiff jaw. It’s not a gentle gesture by any means, and he yanks down with the unforgiving nature of an owner teaching an unruly pit-bull to heel. Only he wasn’t too interested in holding Joey back, just getting in his face for so obviously avoiding the confrontation of his gangly approach. “Big words for a dumbass. Careful. You just might pull something.” Making it a point to pull on Joey’s jaw again, Frank digs his frost-bitten thumb into the skeleton-faced bastard’s cheek—a good enough grip to shove him backwards by the face. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer this year.” There is no reprieve of the space Joey receives with Frank’s parting shove, because the Morrison kid is a relentless space hog, edging forward step by step to close the distance again. People often answered him quickly, otherwise he suffocated something out of them, given how he wouldn’t give them an inch to formulate a quite so intelligent response. “You took my mori, didn’tcha, Ratbastard?” 

[donna-diego]

The Legion | Dead By Daylight: Darkness Among Us

[filthierfrank-blog]

smilemasked‌:

her   initial   response   is   to   roll   her   eyes,   but   still   she   caves           she   always   does           and   she   pushes   the   boards   out   of   the   way   of   the   window   to   open   it  up   to   him.   the   wind   chill   hits   her   face   where   her   mask   has   been   discarded,   and   she   pulls   away   from   it   to   welcome   him   in.   (   she’d   leave   it   to   him   to   board   it   back   up.   )

’       good   trial?       did   you   get   them   all,   babe?       ’

  There is little to no pause before she’s clearing the way for him to wriggle through the snow-bleached cracks of the place so much like the rat she claimed he was. That was one thing he liked about old Jules...the fact that she rarely hesitated, not that she saw a resemblance to vermin in him. Joey would always ask questions first, and Susie would drag her feet until damn Christmas rolled around, but Julie was prompt and it made her precision all the more lethal. Without her to back him up and drive her blade in beside his, their first kill might have just turned out as one of his many assaults, and then what? Maybe she didn’t want to be here in this fog hell, but it was a hell of a lot better than rotting away in some cell for not lifting a finger to stop him.

  The dichotomy between the grinning mug on his mask and the gruff sound of him scrambling up and across the frosted window divide seemed odd at first, but grew on him in an odd manner as he spoke with the same harsh tone that beguiled his scribbled expression. “Bout time. Cold as ice.” Though whether he meant her or the weather was debatable. Ignoring the draft that followed him in in favor of showing her his bloody knife right under that pretty nose of hers, he waits until she’s gotten  good enough gander before wiping the blade on his shoulder. “What’s that about? I get less than’em all and you’re less down to pound? Fuck outta my lodge with that.” At least inside he can discard his mask and not feel the wind chill biting his gaunt cheekbones. 

[bladebearer]

"Hey, let's play the who can punch the softest game." Patting his chest, he squares up. "You first."

– “Punch the softest?”

He raises an eyebrow slightly, glancing to his own chest before his eyes are back on Frank in confusion.

“You know that doesn’t make sense right?”

[filthierfrank-blog]

   Leave it to Joey to always have a question about everything ever. The guy couldn’t just go along with something blindly unless Julie joined in, of course. Man, he was pussy-whipped. “Makes plenty of sense to those of us who weren’t dropped on our heads at birth.” The urge to frenzy slug him for real was rising, but Frank wrestled it back…for the time being, anyway.

“Simple as it sounds. We slug each other’s shit, and see which one slugged the softest, and I'd appreciate it if you didn’t question my methods of data gathering, here.” Yeah, like this was anything but unofficial business. “Now give me your best feather punch, Susie 2.0.” 

[nervousleaderr-deactivated20230]

[swat]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

Dwight frowned at his hand being seated away from the fallen mask. It had a crude smily face and eyes drawn on it. The mask had fallen from the killer’s face during a chase. Dwight felt guilty as he felt it was his fault for slamming the pallet down on the killer.

“I’m sorry I was just trying to give it back to you.”

[filthierfrank-blog]

  Frank had yet to taste a pallet. Usually he was fleet-footed enough to wobble back onto a heel and avoid the splinters, then slide over the top with little issue. Of course, that was when he was chasing some smartass who thought running circles around him would be a cinch. This pallet, however, came down on him out of nowhere courtesy of the survivor cowering behind it that he hadn’t taken note of. No, his brain was on the other side of the woods, tacked to the tingling premonition that the scattered souls had found one another and were finally getting some real work done. Well, he couldn’t have that, could he? No circle jerks around a generator on his broken watch.

  The urge to crash their party had blinded him enough to wander fearlessly under a pallet, and instead of staying unnoticed in his little corner between tree and rock, the lead man of the not so merry band of survivors slammed the wooden barricade over his head. The thing about rotting wood was that it didn’t look as if it even stay in one piece once bashed against a hard enough surface, but seeing as Frank’s skull was pretty thick,  the iron weight of the thing proved him wrong. It actually packed enough of a wallop to send his mask flying over the other side. Growling, more agitated from being caught unawares than any pain more significant than the sting of having the back of his hand slapped, he lifted a dead, stormy gaze to the survivor’s offering, sneering before he swatted the mask out of his hand. Who did he think he was, anyway? Trying to give it back to him like he was one of them. This one and that  David guy, they weren’t too bright. “Play pity games...” Immediately, he slid across the pallet, his knife flashing in the moonlight. “Win pity prizes, soy-boy!” 

[filthierfrank-blog]

[bladebearer]

You don't have to smooch him. He's going to smooch you, though. He has to take back Julie's kiss, after all. "Thanks, no homo."

– Stepping back a little after Frank kissed him, Joey can’t help the way he gets confused by what happened. Did Frank really do that–

And then he’s saying no homo?

An eyebrow raises slightly as something in Joey’s head whispers that this was a game, and he couldn’t lose. So, he moves closer again and takes the other by the collar. Fingers curling in the fabric for a moment he frowns as he thinks before he’s leaning up and pressing a kiss square to Frank’s lips before shoving him away.

“No homo.”

[filthierfrank-blog]

 If Joey had been anyone else—an outsider to their Legion, Frank would have made sure he wouldn’t attract anymore of Julie’s wayward affections under six feet of cold dirt. Luckily for Joey, like it or not, he was part of their pack—a strange, half rotten thing that writhed awake and only drew butchered breath when all four of them were together. Considering that Frank looked upon the Legion as an extension of all of its rag-tag members crushed together into some beastly mound of flesh, it was no surprise that his lips could graze the boundary between Julie and Joey’s patch of the chimera just as she often skirted the edges between Joey’s and his if only to test their unshakable bonds. Though he could do nothing but eventually tolerate the coy missteps, Frank was not so docile a beast to sit back and wait his turn. Certainly he was the restless sort to act impetuously, else none of them would have even ended up in the strange, fog-filled realm in which they hunted their god-given marks. Frank never looked before he leapt. 

  The desire in his gesture dripped shamelessly for Julie, and he held no qualms over announcing such shameless intentions while side-eyeing Joey’s shaken posture through the gap in his mask. His weathered eyes flashed in the shadows of the flipped plastic, amusement mixed with embittered disdain. “Don’t tell me that’s what you’re cravin’ these days.” The jeer is cut short as their largest member moves in to mirror his actions once again like the parrot he was with a knife bloodied only after Frank had buried his blade into their first victim. Lips stiff as the ground in Ormond, Frank bristles and catches himself on the back of his heel as he’s shoved, though with the fluid way he flipped out his blade to slice at Joey should he linger too long, it didn’t seem as though he’d been pushed at all, merely stepped back to stop himself from severely flaying the other muscle in their group. Doesn’t stop him from lunging across the gap to butt Joey back with his shoulder though. If a pushing match was due, he’d deliver with a fucking vengeance.

  “Too bad yours was way too gay to say that shit back t’me.”

[filthierfrank-blog]

If you don’t think this is basically how Frank n Julie’s relationship works...ding dong, u are wrong.

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Yuri Pleskun

[alertech-archived-deactivated20]

💕

Date meme | Still accepting

      “ I— going on a date with you? ” caught by surprise, her only reaction was to question back in case she has not listened well. Her lips stopped after saying the pronoun, a silence being the witness of her thoughts. We are not talking of someone who would not hurt you physically for pleasure, either of any common member of the Legion but the very leader, Frank Morrison.

The fog witnessed how the whispers leaped ear to ear, a voice talking about him things that were not good, but kitties are not always happy to listen to a voice who warning them from the wolf. Some other kinds of rumors had found their way to end up in Min’s interest and, for every girl who losses part of its innocence, it only brings a huge excitement and curiosity.

Going on a date with him does not sound bad at all, a great opportunity of seeing on her own if he was that kind of person who the whispers say he is or if what the rumors say is true.

“ Sure! Why not, It sounds fun ” she finally answered, with a confident smile and playful voice, same energy of a teenager whom the bad boy of the school asked for a date. However, the sweet girl changed her behavior for a more serious one, a warning coming from her mouth conclude her answer “ BUT if you will make fun of me, I’ll not forget your name from my blacklist ”

[filthierfrank-blog]

   There was a dark storm brewing behind the wet barriers of Frank Morrsion’s eyes few but his own kind saw. Mostly because he usually had a mask, which was not always his own, attached to the flesh that most saw and deciphered based on its ever so subtle dimensions–a scrunched nose, or a curled lip. On the outside, there was nothing but a bloody grin in place of those stormy eyes and usual sneer that only a troubled youth of his standing could wield with such authority. Maybe that was why the Legion looked upon him as some sort of unofficial leader, though none of them had ever used official terms of rank between them to decipher who was in charge, if anyone was at all. Frank certainly seemed to have the most grubby fingers in the decision making pie though, even if he had to curl a few extra in Julie to bend her fiery spirit, much like his own, to his demands. This was precisely why he paused by the meek survivor on his way to the hill, eager to get a smoke in before she inevitably crossed by the hatch.

   Waste of time–those hatch stand offs. He’d found he could get some serious drags in if he just fucked off and watched the fog shift on the horizon. Sometimes, if he could be bothered, he’d slide off and make a bolt straight for the last survivor in the trial inch-worming in the opposite direction of the hatch because even Frank Morrison had his limits on patience, which was already low to begin with. When he spotted her trying to slink by his perch from pallet to pallet, he exhaled sharply, enough to coax her worried gaze over to see if he were prepping a charge in her direction. Though from the slow and lazy way he chucked the cigarette off the side of the hill, only to crouch down on his haunches upon it, maybe she found some reason to pause and hear him out. What was a quick vaulting date to a quick vaulter anyhow? He enjoyed lunging through windows, and she seemed adept at it. Why not shake things up a little for once? Granted, the thought only crossed his mind because Julie had dug in him with her harpy claws before his match and wouldn’t be waiting up for him for their usual little urban exploration around the asylum. Fuck her then, he’d find someone who would fill in. Even if it drew her wrath upon them.

   Behind his mask’s grin, he licked his own as she hesitantly agreed, tasting the sharp ends of each canine playfully before taking a step off the hill. With a soft ‘hupfh!’ as he landed into his knees upon the rock base, he straightened up shortly afterward to sidle up to her maze of pallets, hands buried deep in his pockets in a deceptive show of docility. Maybe he’d kill her later, if he grew bored of this. Or maybe Julie would find them and beat him to it. Either way sounded pleasant. “So you’d rather go spend some time with me making as less fun as possible? Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine without the flashlight?” He leers, though there was hardly any reason for him to not give her a begrudging response as she walked beside him from the safety of a low barrier of debris. “Maybe I want to be on your black-list so you’ll read my name from time to time, huh~?”

[filthierfrank-blog]

  In the dying light of Ormond, his hood pulled up  and his face covered with a mask, he could be anybody. Could even be her, considering the plastic covering was stained in such a way that befitted one of her subtly savage nature. The streaks of blood that created the grinning face seemed different despite making the same expression that his did. Slimmer fingertips drew the lines on this one, shaking just enough to smudge the upper right of the malevolent masterpiece and take out an eye along the way. Though she followed his command without any hesitance, a notable effort at impressing him that he rarely seemed obligated to notice, she hadn’t wanted to see what she’d done to that poor bastard back home. The only sign of her guilt lie within the layout of her false face which he’d attached in some sidetracked effort to reach her inner layer.

   Julie. Anyone who saw him coming on the foggy horizon might speak the name in their heads as only a shiver emerged from their lips, yet they would soon find out by the ballistic nature of his frenzy that he was not quite her as much as she was not quite him whenever she took his mask into the trials as if she could make him believe that she really did miss the smell of him caught in a layer of condensation inside the mask from the haggard workings of his lungs after his frenzy fizzled out. Though he inhaled a bit deeper with her face covering his, he wouldn’t admit to enjoying the faint scent of frozen pine sap she’d left behind, only that it was the next best option for him to slide over his dead gaze and block the frosted winds from his eyes while tracking.

[filthierfrank-blog]

Waiting excitedly with my obsession on the floor and licking my lips as I watch discordance go off on the last gen. I’m running rancor. B)

[filthierfrank-blog]

smilemasked‌:

‘       ….       i   don’t   know,   how   bad   do   you   want   to   get   inside?       ’       two   could   play   that   game   ;   she   learned   from   the   best.

    It’s not like something as conventional as a window could have kept him out of the lodge. He just prefers it when she relents and lets him in. Sure, he’d freeze a little more than he would inside while idly carving their initials inside little hearts he’d left in the layer of wet frost that had built up on the glass over the endless night, but it would make shop-lifting her warmth all the more enjoyable later. With another sharp twitch of his wrist, he finished his crude carving and used the outline of the F and J inside their heart enclosure to spy in at her and the cobwebs.

  “Baby, it’s cold outside and you’re lookin’ like the month of May. So maybe let me the fuck in~?”

[nervousleaderr-deactivated20230]

⛓ - filthierfrank found ur locker

Send ⛓ to capture my muse

This new killer was really getting on his nerves. Did the Entity hate him that much? Bringing in a killer that practically destroyed the purposes of his teamwork perks. He couldn’t even hide in a locker in safety anymore. In this trial however, he couldn’t tell who the killer was until it was too late.

When he heard the increasing heartbeat, he snuck into the closest locker. With the heartbeat withdrew, he slowly exited out of the locker. His eyes widen when he realized he was being exposed. The heartbeat was returning. Without a second, Dwight dashed back into the locker hoping the killer wouldn’t see him. Alas, he was found.

Dwight let out a scream when the locker doors flew open. He was trapped with no where to run. He couldn’t escape with the killer blocking his only way of escape. Dwight gulped nervously.

“Don’t touch me!”

@filthierfrank

[filthierfrank-blog]

   It wasn’t that he discouraged teamwork. Hell, if it weren’t for his crew coming to the aid of his strained orders, he would have never been able to muster up the force necessary to bleed that average Joe janitor out so he couldn’t hobble off like some lion cub wounded gazelle and testify against the lot of them. There were not many shits he gave towards his own fate’s sentencing, but for Jules and her minions, he’d always hold out a feral fit on their behalves. At least they had been going places before all this; slowly but surely with him there to tempt them off the straight and narrow every sordid step of the way. There was no way he would have left them to thrive after the Entity’s talons had snapped him up, bleeding orange with every puncture wound he left in the writhing mass. They belonged to him...always had. They were Legion, and they worked better than any of these strangers huddled over generators. Teamwork was not discouraged, but it certainly was monopolized under his grinning watch. No one would get a taste of their bond. Not if he had anything to say about it. Of course, he had little to say about an actual nerd looking cuck shivering inside a locker like he’d been shoved there by the power forward of his old team.

   Heartbeat tremouring in a burst of excitement akin to maybe a fox cornering an injured mouse, he flings the doors back open with an incredible speed. To see the survivor trembling there like he’d piss himself soon was of no surprise. This one was a coward, always climbing into those cabinets while his teammates slaved away at their menial task of opening a gate instead of just hopping it like he and his crew often did on private property. With a short, out of breath sort of a laugh, he lifts his leg and slams the sole of his shoe against the back of the locker, leaning into the gesture to block the mousy man’s only escape route out of the iron maiden of a box.

   “The only way I’d touch your rat ass is with a ten inch blade.” And it isn’t a mistake that he slides one out of his jacket to slide under the coward’s dripping nose. Just to give him a whiff. 

  “What a coincidence!” 

[lyrickadaisical]

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She’s the fire in the sin And I burn breathing her in Now it’s love suicide And I sell my soul for the high

[filthierfrank-blog]

filthierfrankmoved‌:

“Knock, knock. It’s me: Kick Names and Take Ass.” Who wouldn’t open the door, honestly?

[kinowoo]

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