FRANK STONE

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A ROLEPLAY BLOG OF BHVR'S & SUPPERMASSIVE'S FRANK STONE

You can read about Frank Stone here.

Affiliated with @creatureshrieks Entity.

Hi I'm Chelsea, or Goose (f/27);

NSFW material will be present (gore, trauma, suggestive themes) and I use the simple nsfw tag, so block that if you want to keep a clean dash.

If you aren’t 18+ I won’t write with you, sorry

Multi-Fandom friendly

Multi-Ship (however unlikely it is)

OC friendly (heck yeah)

Please try and trim your posts

There won’t be any ‘duplicate’ threads, like a muse interacting w/ themselves

Go ahead and remind me about replies, I am slow from time to time

Paragraph and one-liner replies are fine, so long as you do not reply to a multi-paragraph response with one line

I try to match length as much as possible and will adapt to other mun’s writing in that if you do not use small script, I won’t either. Same goes for read mores.

If you don’t tag your explicit content I will not follow/unfollow you, a normal #nsfw will work

If I follow you then that means I am interested in roleplaying with you! even if it may take a while for me to actually initiate such. c:

Please message me about any AU/Crossovers that interest you I love them to death!!

Memes are always the best way to interact with me, no matter the purpose or content of said meme. Also, always feel free to continue a meme response if you feel it can be taken somewhere!

I won’t write in the first person, or interact with those who write in first person.

I have a multi with muses from all over the place, also

#(MUN BS) OOC (ooc posts) #(MUN BS) MEMES (meme tag) #(THE CHAMPION) MUSINGS (images/musings of frank stone) #(THE SACRIFICE) SURVIVORS (images of survivors) #(THE SLAUGHTER) KILLERS (images of killers) #(TRIALS) IC / MAIN (main verse tag for the trials) #(TRIALS) IC / AU (au verse tag for post-entity frank) #(OFFERINGS) IC / MAIN (main verse tag for pre-entity frank) #(OFFERINGS) IC / AU (au verse tag for pre-entity frank)

I also can be found at @nghtshroud (ghost face) , @5judgements (ffxii multi) , @notpetals (dredgen yor) , and @lncarnon (a dbd and other muse multi)

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i think im gonna retire this blog and move frank onto my multi, @lncarnon

replies can be tagged @ my multi and i'll reply to them there if any arise <3

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it's almost sunday do not fuck frank stone

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she heard the metallic clatter of lockers as he wrenched them open one by one. the echoing slam of doors reverberating through the room like a heartbeat she could not control. every sound sharpened her nerves, yet she lingered.

he was searching. not blindly. methodically.

the third locker opened. then the fourth. a less patient killer would have left by now, but he didn't. he was persistent, she realised. a predator who truly enjoyed the hunt.

each wrong door only seemed to feed his hunger further.

her hand reached for the next shadow, fingers brushing dust and cold metal. blood trickled from her side where the gap had carved into already-torn skin, and for one, small fleeting moment, she believed she had made it.

but his head was sudden and quick to snap towards her, and she knew in that moment he had see her. perhaps not fully, not clearly, but enough to chase.

she froze, then scrambled, desperate to wedge herself further through the gap. the overturned tables groaned in protest as she pushed against them, their edges further tearing at her arns and legs. she did not dare look back, she did not need to. a powerful shadow fell across her back the moment she burst through the wreckage, her boots slipping on blood-slick tile as he loomed nearer now.

she had no plan. there was no sanctuary in this place. all she had was speed and the instinct not to die.

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His entire self rocks into the sturdy pile of debris, shoulder shoved through the narrow gap and slender fingers grasping at her- at anything which might enable him to pull her back through the crevice. Upon clawing at nothing more than air, he retreats, snarling into the space between them before retreating.

Contrary to what appearances might tell, the killer isn't angry. Far from it, in fact, as he considers the trials to be nothing more than him showing the more pure form of devotion to his god the idea that any of them would ever actually escape is a fool's belief. He knows better than that. If she made it through the gates this time, he would have her another.

Glossy eyes look down the halls just beyond the room as Frank Stone steps out through the open doorway, searching, patient for the signs of struggle to make themselves known. A manner of rumbling purr ebbs out of the grotesque figure's throat, slick, wet and bubbling with mucus and blood alike when he sees vibrant red tracking after his prey's fleeing.

He begins down the ruined hall, its imitation of once being a place for schooling not lost on him, but escaping into the recesses of his mind while actively in pursuit.

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wiggles my fingers at u guys haven't forgotten about frank, just gotta wake him up

[symbolmemes]

send ⌛ for my muse to hold their weapon to yours’ head or throat.

scenario may vary

[symbolmemes]

Send 💀 to walk in on my muse killing someone.

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y'know maybe frank would have been normal if he had friends

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frank is absolutely open to interactions from any point in his life, before the entity, during his time in the fog, and whatever that gray area is between the entity opening up a rift between herself and earth in that timeline.

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frank doesn't feel any particular animosity towards other killers. if they are there to do the entity's bidding, so be it, she knows best. he will also, however, enforce her will if other killers are not cooperative.

[bloodstainedmuzzle]

The Casting of Frank Stone (2024)

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augustine getting frank out of the psychiatric ward early is certainly a cornerstone for the man. he was a fairly normal guy before that, perhaps a bit troubled but had anyone else helped him, he certainly would not have become such a menace. i feel like he really would have been at least moderately normal, just a slightly off guy trying to keep to himself and his work.

maybe he was that guy that all the kids said was scary, just because his presence alone is off putting, though he hadn't yet done anything to warrant such claims.

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the fact that frank does quite literally die, and then is brought back to life by the entity, one hundred percent cements his unwavering devotion to her and everything she could ever desire. he would readily die again for the entity, and sacrifice the whole world for her.

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🌙 * 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳-𝘦𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴.

𝐨𝐧𝐞 : overgrown cemetery at the end of a dirt road - half sunken gravestones. 𝐭𝐰𝐨 : fog covered marsh - air thick with the scent of stagnant water and mildew. 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 : a deserted gas station - pumps dry and covered in vines, a single flickering light and an empty parking lot. 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 : abandoned house where the paint is peeling from the walls, every room is covered in dust, but you swear you can hear footprints in the attic. 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 : forgotten cabin in the woods, half-sunken into the earth. 𝐬𝐢𝐱 : overgrown farm where the crops have withered and the barn is falling apart. 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 : hotel by the sea side - the wallpaper is peeling, the pool needs to be cleaned and the lights flicker. 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : a small-town diner where the neon sign is flickering at the edge of the parking light. it's near empty and the air is heavy of grease and old coffee. 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 : the pier. the boards are warped from exposure and there's a lone boat tethered to a post. 𝐭𝐞𝐧 : underground storm shelter that is still stocked with decades old supplies and stale air. 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 : a rusted playground behind an abandoned elementary school. 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 : a roadside chapel, while the bell is broken, it tolls once at midnight. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 : the dry riverbed. the cracked earth gives way to animal bones. 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 : a dusty attic full of old items, theres portraits with their eyes scratched out. 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 : a cul-de-sac where every house is identical. the lawns are perfectly maintained but there is nobody in sight. the streetlights flicker.

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frank should be allowed to eat people in trials as a treat

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uhm.. another maybe wip lol

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open ;; to mutuals

"I'm not scared of you!" She was terrified. Hands shaking, bottom lip trembling just a little bit. Despite that, the defiant glare on her face made it clear she wasn't backing down.

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He doesn't miss how Feng Min's words are unmatching the way that her body betrays her. Fear is an intoxicating substance. Chemicals in the brain which control each and every nuance to existence, cannot be denied. Frank remembers it well, what it was like to be afraid, but those moments are far beyond the both of them now.

Still, there is another thing that he certainly cannot refuse, and that is her outlandishly bold attitude. These types of people were always around. He's wondered if She takes them because they instill hope in the others around them, and how it makes their death seem a martyr in face of it all. Frank will quash their vigor into the dirt beneath his heel, again and again, until they break.

Reaching with a rotten hand not beholden to the jagged metal weapon he carries, Frank loops strong fingers around the width of her upper arm. He pulls Feng Min from the corner he'd ushered her into, but he does not cause harm, not yet. Where his intentions lie aren't too much a mystery- he will do as all the others, and send her corpse as sacrifice. Why he is refusing to do it at the moment, however, now that is a mystery.