Nothing to lose but my mind

RP account for Frank Morrison aka DBD's leader of the Legion. Sideblog to repost stories/drabbles, fun stuff I like, and to tag friends in. For rules, see main at iblewthewhistle

[mixtapejunkie]

Welcome to anyone who wants to play, you're all welcome here.

I do DBD and DBD related content, not limited to but including violence, murder and psychological trauma. If you don't like that, you might want to move on.

Born in '87, and female mun. Very few issues with RPing, also reposting any drabbles that are relevant here from my main blog. I'll also reblog art I like here.

Muse is a 19yo Frank Morrison, aka the Legion from dead by daylight. Anyone can ask anything, feel free to reblog some memes and stuff if you'd like to interact.

Frank's faceclaim is Dylan O'Brien, specifically Nogitsune!Stiles.

Shipping will be at my discretion, but I'll probably play Frank as Bi, much like my Waylon, friendly to OCs, canon compliant or canon divergent. (friendly is a relative term, he's going to be a dick.)

For NSFW content, you must be 18+. Non Negotiable.

Am on UK time here, so don't panic if I don't insta-reply! (I do sometimes come to browse if I'm awake at 4am)

Drabbles for AU where Frank was adopted by Waylon are the Adopting the Feral series.

DBD Verse Drabbles are labelled as such.

AU where Frank becomes a Banshee is the Playing With Dead Things series. Heavily features @e-temmu.

Wolf!Frank who is rescued from a dog fight ring and assumed to be a dog is the rescued feral tag

Open starters are posted frequently for anyone to reblog and enjoy, also appropriately tagged.

[itsblueflame]

waiting for legion to return to 2v8 so we can recreate

[onlytiktoks]

[rpcarticulation]

PSA: YOU'RE NOT BEING IGNORED.

A major part of the tumblr rp experience is refreshing the dash and see your mutual roleplaying with someone else. Or maybe they're answering asks, reblogging musing posts, making an OOC post here and there. However, there will be times where you are waiting on a plot, an ask, or a roleplay to be responded to and you see your partner interacting or engaging more with other people.

Again, the mind is a cruel thing. Inadequacy, jealousy, general anxieties stem up sometimes, it's part of being human. But what's important is how you act on these emotions. Please remind yourself that sometimes, things take time. Not all plots go somewhere. Sometimes, someone may not be feeling their muse for that rp. Maybe they just got really busy. Thousands of reasons, but none of them have anything to do with how much they like you as a person.

And that's okay. This isn't homework-- People should be allowed to pin down what they want to write and write it as they please. If you really want specific interactions, you can always send ic / anonymous asks to muses. You can make your own starter calls. Please don't put all of your eggs into one basket, as you will come to resent the people who don't immediately refill it. Don't be a goob, you have people who enjoy you AND your writing.

[mixtapejunkie]

[mixtapejunkie]

[iblewthewhistle]

Sadly, on the 23rd of August we lost a member of our family.

We love you, Jynx. RIP

[willgrahamscock]

[theebbestboy]

[a-sentient-cup]

[virtualgirladvance]

[sausaged-rat]

[l-ethiferous]

"Fucking hell," he snapped, though it was unclear whether his anger was directed at the other or just at the situation entirely. Nevertheless, he tried not to jostle the other too much as he dragged him out of the locker.

"Come on, I know the survivors are fucking brain dead, but that doesn't mean you have to hide from them," a slight grunt of annoyance as he hoisted the other over his shoulder, a firm grip to keep him from running again and off they went.

@iblewthewhistle

[mixtapejunkie]

Frank didn't even resist, though a soft sound of protest left his mouth as he was hauled over Danny's shoulder, trying to keep himself up. "Put me down..." He pleaded, voice full of misery and hurt. "I just wanna be alone."

[mixtapejunkie]

"He might be the worst, but he helps. He cares. Even if he isn't sure he's doing the right thing."

[mixtapejunkie]

"Okay, fine, he doesn't hit me and I get to eat...and I get a bedroom. As in room with a proper bed. Is that a better answer?"

[l-ethiferous]

".....kid what kinda fucking parents are you having."

[mixtapejunkie]

"The literal worst. So far you're the nicest."

[l-ethiferous]

What is this guy like as a parental figure?

Personally I think he's the worst however we ask the thoughts of @antioceas

@ghostsandmirrors

@divisicn

@iblewthewhistle

To weigh in lmao

[mixtapejunkie]

"He might be the worst, but he helps. He cares. Even if he isn't sure he's doing the right thing."

[mixtapejunkie]

"Okay, fine, he doesn't hit me and I get to eat...and I get a bedroom. As in room with a proper bed. Is that a better answer?"

[l-ethiferous]

What is this guy like as a parental figure?

Personally I think he's the worst however we ask the thoughts of @antioceas

@ghostsandmirrors

@divisicn

@iblewthewhistle

To weigh in lmao

[mixtapejunkie]

"He might be the worst, but he helps. He cares. Even if he isn't sure he's doing the right thing."

[mixtapejunkie]

I knew the danger of playing a game like Baulder's gate 3 and I did it anyway. Is it even a shock I like the pretty elf vampire with white hair?

[mixtapejunkie]

No, he did not forget him or the holidays either. Thus, a lumpy package of dubious content was given to the other. "Here you go." sure, Frank was annoying as fuck sometimes, but he wasn't going to forget him.

Frank blinked in surprise and he slowly started to unwrap the gift, parting the paper carefully. He'd already slipped Danny his gift, a bottle of the top shelf whiskey from the Lodge bar.

[l-ethiferous]

Clearly, while Danny was a bit of an asshole in many regards, he at least ensured that sharp objects, in this case knives, were wrapped up sufficiently. Where he procured them is unknown, and it was probably best not ask too many questions.

On the plus side, he was quite happy with Frank's gift: now he has something that he can use to forget The Entity exists sometimes.

[mixtapejunkie]

Frank carefully unsheathed the blades one by one, running his finger along the sharpened edge until the perfectly honed silver created a thin line of red along his skin.

"They're beautiful. Thanks."

[mixtapejunkie]

No, he did not forget him or the holidays either. Thus, a lumpy package of dubious content was given to the other. "Here you go." sure, Frank was annoying as fuck sometimes, but he wasn't going to forget him.

Frank blinked in surprise and he slowly started to unwrap the gift, parting the paper carefully. He'd already slipped Danny his gift, a bottle of the top shelf whiskey from the Lodge bar.

[mixtapejunkie]

Frank shook his head as he folded his arms and rested his chin on top of them, looking over at the man. "No, no one left. Mum died, Dad was never really in the picture. You with the cops or the papers?" He asked, as he ruffled his dyed blonde hair, watching as Danny read the report he'd been working on.

He was exhausted, and it hadn't been fun to wake up at almost dinner time to call the police. Of course, there were no prints, no clues. It seemed as though only Clive and Frank had been in the house. "Whoever it was probably didn't even know I was in there. There's stacks of boxes that would have hidden the mattress I sleep on." He told the stranger.

[l-ethiferous]

"Uh huh," he mused, a wry smile creeping onto his lips as his thoughts meandered back to the dismal events of last night. It was no wonder he hadn’t laid eyes on him; given Clive’s notorious reputation as a cheap bastard, it was likely he hadn’t bothered to invest in a heating system, let alone provide any semblance of comfort like blankets. But, really, that was no longer his concern, was it? Perhaps fate would lead someone else to take him in. His musings were abruptly interrupted as he lifted his gaze, completing the meticulous copying of the report.

"Well, I guess I’ll let you be then," he stated, his tone casual as he regarded the other, clearly unwilling to entertain questions. There was little point in lingering any longer. In reality, Danny had ventured here primarily to assess whether he would need to eliminate this one as well, and the temptation loomed large, yet a flicker of hesitation crossed his mind. The kid was already steeped in misery; perhaps death would indeed be a mercy… or perhaps not.

"I’ll come back another time," he added, handing the report back with a nonchalant air.

'If you’re still alive, that is,' he thought with a hint of dark amusement, offering a cheerful wave as he departed, his outward demeanor betraying nothing of the sinister intentions that lurked just beneath the surface.

A few hours later, he reappeared, his demeanor a chaotic blend of frustration and annoyance. It appeared that when you neglected to eliminate every last soul in a house you had meticulously stalked for over a week, you inevitably found yourself ensnared in a web of blackmail, forced to take some hapless teenager under your reluctant wing.

God help him.

@mixtapejunkie

[mixtapejunkie]

Frank studied the man as he approached, looking irritated. "Hey. You forget something?" He asked, brows lifting in curiosity. Maybe he'd found something out that Frank hadn't known, maybe there was a lead.

"Or are you just here for little old me?"

[snowsupply]

Animated that one scene from Prey but with Trapper