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Indie RP Blog for Francis from the Left 4 Dead Franchise. {Penned by: Stennie}

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{Important Announcement}

{alright, here’s the deal. I don’t have the attention span to keep Francis as his own separate blog - every time I come on here, I intend to write, and then I get distracted by something else. SO. I’m moving Francis over to a multi I’ve been working on for a bit - it’s still in the works, but you can find him there. The URL is @triumphantmuses. I think it’s still in baby blog jail, but it’s there. I’m going to refollow all my mutuals from here on there, and if you want to continue threads there, then let me know!

that’s all for now. I’ll probably set this post on a queue, if I can figure out how. I might pop on here now and again, but not to reply to threads, just to check up on things.

thanks y’all, and I’ll see you on the other blog!}

[hells--legion-blog]

{Important Announcement}

{alright, here’s the deal. I don’t have the attention span to keep Francis as his own separate blog - every time I come on here, I intend to write, and then I get distracted by something else. SO. I’m moving Francis over to a multi I’ve been working on for a bit - it’s still in the works, but you can find him there. The URL is @triumphantmuses. I think it’s still in baby blog jail, but it’s there. I’m going to refollow all my mutuals from here on there, and if you want to continue threads there, then let me know!

that’s all for now. I’ll probably set this post on a queue, if I can figure out how. I might pop on here now and again, but not to reply to threads, just to check up on things.

thanks y’all, and I’ll see you on the other blog!}

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siincore‌:

"Oh was it? Then where is he?"

 “Hell if I know, y’think I care where he- Actually, I think he went THAT way. I was gonna chase him and, y’know, get your deck back, but I figured you’d wanna beat ‘im up first.”

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{sorry for the random periods of absence lol, I'm stuck on mobile atm which means I can't reply to threads but!! feel free to like this and I'll send you something from your meme tag!}

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"To the fucker who stole my deck, you best be ready to catch some brass knuckled hands."

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"... It was Nick. I swear it."

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zombieslain‌:

“I guess,” she mumbled, more to herself than him.

She still remembered the old days when she and her brother would hide out in his room whenever she was at her father’s. They’d pal around and he’d always tell her stories he’d written for school, a new one every visit. But now, almost 20 years later, the memories were hazy, almost like a dream.

In a sense, they were.

Instead of saying anything further, Emma just exhaled and laid her head on Francis’ shoulder, sitting in almost pure silence. The only sounds were the breathing of the two survivors and the sounds of the undead outside.

She couldn’t think of any way to alleviate the air around them.

Francis didn't usually welcome silence. Even now, God knows how long after it all, he was still used to the chatter and noise of bars. To the rumbling of motorcycle engines. To people shouting over the sound of said growling motors. To gunfire.

Silence meant something was wrong, in his head. It carved a sort of hole in his chest, like the feeling one might get before turning the corner to find a gun barrel in their face.

He sort of coughed. Something to make noise.

 “On the topic of family - any siblings? Cousins?”

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{from here / @zombieslain}

The biker tossed his legs over the side of the makeshift bed, finally sitting upright. Well, musing over the total pointlessness of life was a thing he'd done before. Teenage Francis had spent a number of nights thinking about it. And besides, it was better than dreaming about the life he'd never get back.

He rubbed his eyes, before sleepily responding.

"Sounds like fun. Mind if I join ya?"

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zombieslain‌:

She nodded, tucking her hands into her lap.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. My family was just annoying as all hell. I swear, my relatives couldn’t be more stupid if their parents were siblings…if you understand what I’m saying.”

Emma gave a dry chuckle and a roll of her eyes. As a child, she was too blind to see just how awful everyone around her was. It wasn’t until she hit her teen years that it kicked in, and it almost tore her to shreds.

“I just hate my family. They sucked.”

 "Yeah," Francis’ gaze drifted away, "I know that feelin’."

If there was anything that the biker had always known, it was that his parents were as bad as he was. ‘It’s in your blood, I say,’ his grandmother would quip, as she went on about how his father had ‘corrupted’ his mother, how he’d end up a hooligan the same way they had, and how she was 'the only one in this damned family with half a head and a whole heart'.

Well, at least he’d proven good ol’ Gran right.

He shifted himself, not really out of physical discomfort. It was more like an involuntary reaction to an emotional discomfort.

 "We ain't gotta worry about all of that anymore. S'all in the past, now - for the better, probably."

[dreamteammemes]

send “I find you” or “you find me” and a number for one of our muses to find the other…

wandering aimlessly

singing off-key

laughing uncontrollably

hiding an injury

hiding a weapon

sleeping somewhere they shouldn’t be

after a fight that they won

after a fight that they lost

sleep deprived and not making sense

trying not to cry

in the hospital

lying about where they’ve been

with amnesia

unconscious

just getting out of jail

dancing when they thought no one was watching

with their hand stuck in a pickle jar

eating alone

too scared to speak

soaking wet

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Send me a “💭“ and your Muse will experience one of my Muse’s Memories

Bonus: Specify what kind of memory! (Ex: A Happy memory, a Childhood memory, an experience from college, etc)

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* character headcanons

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

did your muse grow up too fast?

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“ look at him, in his little shirt!! ” {emma showing francis one of her rats in a doll shirt sjsjshs}

A short snicker escaped Francis, as he watched Chocolate scurry around in his new striped shirt. He’d seen dogs in jackets, and cats in booties, but never a rat in a tiny polo.

It was... Sort of cute, in a way. He’d never thought rats could be cute. But then again, he’d only ever seen them from the point of view of someone who had way too many running around his yard. So, perhaps Emma had proven him wrong - again.

 “Looks like he likes it,” he smirked, directing his attention away from the furry critter and to Emma, “Seems almost excited ‘bout it as you. Where’d you find the shirt? I ain’t seen a dollhouse since we left Fairfield.”

Then again, he hadn’t really been looking. But still, curiosity got the better of him, yet again.

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John Mulaney’s The Top Part sentence starters

 “ man we gotta go to o’halligan’s tonight, it is nickel shot night! ” “ yeah… I’m pretty sure we’ll die if we go to o’halligan’s. ” “ nickel shot night should be illegal! ” “ blacking out is when you drink so much that your brain goes to sleep, but your body gets all eye of the tiger and soldiers on. ” “I’m not proud that I saw the movie ‘the notebook’ in the theater, but it happened! ” “ ‘what’d you color?’ fuck you! ” “ you come down here, you come down to my level!” “ why yesterday I wore my footie pajamas under my clothes, and I pretended that I was a fuckin’ fireman! ” “ what is your notion of a woman based on, a housewife in a far side cartoon? ” “ look at him, in his little shirt, ” “ I’ve never understood being goth, ” “ don’t get me wrong, I’m unhappy, ” “ I bet you part of the reason goths are so miserable is that they wake up every morning and think ‘oh god, I gotta put all that shit back on’. ” “ I’m still afraid of being kidnapped! ” “ I’m not a man, I’m just some stupid punk, y’know? ” “ I watch so much law and order, sometimes I think I’m in an episode of law and order. ” “ wait a minute! parking garage in the afternoon? vague and crappy dialogue? we’re about to find a dead body! ” “ how often are you questioned by homicide detectives?! ” “ I live with people I don’t recognize! ” “ that’s why the murder police are here! ” “ he’s the one that put baby in the corner, ” “ flying is a war against gravity, ” “ you don’t understand, I’m not a taxi driver! ” “ life can get kinda lonely, ” “ I didn’t need the whole ‘little brother dying’ thing. ” “ I’m not saying it’s a bad movie, it is, but that’s not my point. ” “ spoiler alert: scarface dies snorting a comical pile of cocaine in a tacky ass mansion that looks like if the golden girls won the lottery! ” “ well my favorite foods are… lobster, and skittles! ” “ I would’ve bought a ticket just to see one hundred million dollars, ” “ I can’t tell you how frustrating it is to not know what that means, ” “ you know who’s a great lady? your mother. ” “ we all love mom, you don’t have to advertise for her. ” “ yeah, cut the baby in half! that sounds like a good idea. ” “ what kind of awful bitch has just stolen a — she stole a baby! ” “ my body is bad at sports.” “ it looks like I just bought my body, and I don’t know how it works yet. ” “ I was a bench warmer all five years. ” “ I cannot express to you the humiliation of every saturday morning, putting on a pair of breakaway pants and never having a reason to break them away. ” “ then they’re just pants. ” “ if you’re looking to make this up to me, might I suggest a gift certificate of some kind? ” “ really explore the space, with how much you suck at this game! ” “ people went fucking insane, no one could handle it! ” “ now you know! now you know what it’s like to live in my brain. ”

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‘  you’re a ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ                                       you’ve ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs been  ’

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zombieslain‌:

It wasn’t like she had a lot of innocence left to steal. In between her mom ignoring her in favor of her drugs and reckless crime, her dad picking her brother over her, telling her how she should be just like him, the perfect golden child…and her grandma always ignoring her, telling her to run around outside with her animals…

He was supposed to be the little bit of normal in her fucked up life. He was supposed to be there for her, to be the dad she never had. But all He did was use her. Is that all she was good for? Was she just everyone’s punching bag, put in this pathetic life just for everyone else’s amusement?

The kiss to the forehead wasn’t anything she expected, and she almost flinched when he leaned forward. Even if she knew full well he wouldn’t hurt her, it was still a reflex. Blame her dad.

“Yeah. There’s a lot I still wish I could’ve done t’ him.” She glanced off with a distant, far-away look in her eyes.

“Him…my mom…my dad…there’s so many dreams and daydreams I have with them. None of them walk away alive.”

But the zombies did that job for her, didn’t they?

Something akin to empathy swam in his eyes, although it was a far cry to say that was all he was feeling. He figured, at least.

Francis cast his gaze downward for a second, as Emma spoke to him. He couldn’t say he was completely unacquainted with the feeling - although likely never on the level that she’d experienced, and never with family. The only people he’d ever dreamed of killing were people he didn’t know. People who’d killed those he cared about.

He tried to meet her gaze, lifting a hand to her cup her cheek. It was a gentle motion, something he wasn’t used to doing, which meant the movement was somewhat awkward. He lowered the hand again after a moment.

 “Well,” he was grabbing for words to explain, to reassure, or something, though he still wasn’t sure how to help. “If you of all people wanna kill those folks, then none of ‘em deserve anything else, right?”

It probably wasn’t what he should’ve said. In a way, it wasn’t what he wanted to say, either. But it was the closest he could get. Francis could only hope that Emma knew that.

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zombieslain‌:

She couldn’t help the little snort-giggle.

“It makes me wonder how many other survivors are out there who’d react like that. Not many, I’d imagine. But that’s mostly because I doubt there’s very many survivors out there.” A finger tapped her chin for a brief second.

The mental image of the few humans she did know was pretty funny, she’d have to agree.

“The funnies? Yeah, I liked those a lot, too. Really took away from the bad shit you’d see at the beginning – like, hearing about the latest crimes and such? Maybe it’s just because I grew up in a really bad place. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen my last name because my mom or one of her shitty sisters were in more drug or theft charges.” She rubbed one of her temples and sighed.

Francis hummed in agreement, the ghost of a grin landing on his face.

 “Yeah, I know the feelin’. ‘Cept most of the time, it was ‘Hell’s Legion’ in the headlines,” he responded, a weird sort of a pride in his tone, “Rarely saw our actual names in the paper, unless someone got into big trouble. There was that one time my pop landed in jail for a month, but other than that-”

He gave a nonchalant shrug. Some part of him didn’t want to get into it. Really, anything about good ol’ mom and pop wasn’t something he was ever keen on talking about.

The biker glanced over at Emma, noticing her stressed behavior. After a moment, he reached a hand over to rest on her shoulder. “You alright?”

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then came you sentence meme

feel free to change the pronouns and things to fit your muse!

“why do all pilots think that they’re rockstars?”

“you know me, ____. i’ll be late for my own funeral.”

“sorry your…face.”

“i’ve been to disneyland. it’s shit!”

“you’ve obviously never been to ____.”

“so what do you write in there?”

“is that a goldfish?”

“so i’m having a party this weekend. you should come.”

“you stole some shit, you got away with it! just enjoy the moment!”

“why would i need to beat a lie detector?”

“unlike you, i actually care what’s on the inside.”

“she’s too everything for you.”

“i missed you so much.”

“your parents are gonna kill me.”

“what am i supposed to do, curl up in a ball and cry? i’ve done that!”

“you terrify me and you excite me and when you’re not around, i miss you.”

“you want to hang out sometime, just the two of us?”

“she spends all her time with _____.”

“what do you even see in this guy?”

“you want us to run a background check on him, sweetie?”

“i hate to break it to you, but you can’t wink.”

“are you sure it’s okay for me to sleep here?”

“i think i would fall apart if i was in her shoes.”

“i don’t know where she gets the strength.”

“_____, you have a lot of living to do.”

“least you could do was name the kid after me.”

“i can’t watch her die.”