#askvantablack

[ask-vantablack]

𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓!

A little holiday collab between me and the always lovely @ssquareup!

Khari is dressed as Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet, and Vantablack is dressed as Alex Mercer from [PROTOTYPE]

[thoselethalarts]

Running joke in the group chat of there being a Frank-only legion, since we have 3 different Franks of varying levels of sanity all in the same room at any given time.

So now presenting: Frank Morrison, as portrayed by @frankeatsdirt, @franks-dirty-blade, and @ask-vantablack.

#FrankSquad

[franks-dirty-blade]

"When I wake up, you won't be there..." -@ask-vantablack

Winter Lover || @ask-vantablack || Accepting

“You’re right.. I probably won’t be.”“But it doesn’t mean there isint a chance i will be.”He was honest, for once. Sitting there in the honey glow and warmth of the fire. A softness about him like the sweet smell of lavender in spring. The fire crackling so gently as the winter storm outside howled and raged on, bringing forth an even more so cozy feeling to the run down and broken resort. 

Leaning back into the couch, he dragged up a blanket to keep himself warm. Kicking his feet up onto the table and letting the fire dry his water logged socks from a previous trial in the red forest. Shoulder occupied tenderly by the one whom had spoken to him.

“I’ll stay as long as I can..”“But you know i can’t make promises.”

[franks-dirty-blade]

"ENOUGH!" Vantablack roared, teeth bared, sharp and gnashing, body dripping with black in their seething rage. "Frank. Your mind is in a state of fragility. I can smell it, and the Entity does too. It's trying to break you down to your barest bones. Are you going to let it win? Let the voices of paranoia and regret tear you open? Or will you let your eyes open? I didn't join you to watch you crumble. Wake up. Fight." -@ask-vantablack

Agony Remembered || @ask-vantablack || Accepting

“Break... Break... Break...”He whispered repetitvly as he stared into nothingness. Eyes fogged over as his mind shattered farther. Like a page of a sacred book being burned away. He was giving in. Emotions that had been bottled for far too long where begining to be spilt like the blood on his hands. 

“...”“I ...”Whisperes fell through trembling lips as he sat on his knees. The cold of the snow below him coming no where close to the chill he felt inside. He was empty of all but grief and despair as he shook violently. Tears pooling and spilling over sterling eyes. He’d lost it all. His Legion. His home and now finally his mind. The wailing bell of the entity ringing out. But this was no call for the end of a trial nor the sacrifice of a survivor. No.

He was being Reset.

“I’m ... Sorry.”A soft whimper escaped him as the looming darkness took hold and consumed him. The tendril of the demon shooting through his torso but missing his vitals. Prolonging what suffering could be grasped as it took him and devoured what delicious emotion it could from such a tormented soul. His body, burning away to nothing but ash and firesparks as he let out a final utterance to the other. 

“Van..ta.”“I’m.. So... Sorry.”

[franks-dirty-blade]

Morning After || @ask-vantablack || Closed RP

Watching the other as their body and form shifted like the ripples on a pool of ink. He adjusted himself in the bed, moving locks of thick black hair out of his eyes. A gentle groan escaping him as he squints in the harsh morning light. The snow that reflect it making it all the harder to see.

“Agh—” He grunted when his hair was ruffled, having only just fixed it. But the playful scratch behind his ear was well welcomed and pushed into as he sighed softly. Enjoying the simple feeling. Rubbing his eyes, he dared to fix his mess of bed curls once more as he waited and watched the other.

“Yeah well, you know patience was never my fuckin thing.” Sneering slightly as he was rejoined in the bed, he slinked an arm over the other’s form and nuzzled up as much as he felt comfortable with. Ignoring the small kiss on his forehead while he buried his face into the crook of their neck.

“I was gonna say to keep your mouth shut about what we did last night.” “… But I’m pretty sure the whole resort ground could hear us.” “… Or rather me.”

[franks-dirty-blade]

(For the muse death meme) "Frank.... I... I'm sorry. I can't lose you. Not yet. Your life is too important to be lost within this fog. For what pain you have inflicted, for what sorrow you have caused, your impact on others has spanned beyond the surface of calamity. You've given me... something. A fragment of a purpose. For that... and for your Legion... I will bear your face, your name, your memories. Forgive me... I know you will hate this. But I will not lose you too." -@ask-vantablack

Extinguished Flame || @ask-vantablack || MEME || No Longer Accepting

[franks-dirty-blade]

"I hope you aren't busy..." -@ask-vantablack

Frenzy || @ask-vantablack || MEME [Morning After] || Accepting

“No, It’s fine..”“I didn’t have a trial today anyway.”Frank spoke as he fixed his shirt and searched his room for his missing pants. He didn’t remember much about what they did last night, but if the bites and scratches that littered his body told him anything; it’s that what ever they did was far from gentle. 

“You don’t have to get up..”“I’m just gonna grab some shit from downstairs before i comeback.”

[franks-dirty-blade]

💕 -@ask-vantablack

Kiss me || @ask-vantablack || Meme || Accepting

Two steps in and six steps back as Frank tumbled under the weight of the other. He had barely set foot in the resort when he had been grabbed and lips had been pressed roughly against one another much like their bodies. 

“Mhn...!!”The cold chill of freshly fallen snow, cascading and cushioning their fall as he landed in the white blanket of frozen comfort. The heat from the other’s warmed body being all he needed not to curse or complain of the freezing bed they had found themselves in.

“Just couldn’t wait to see my face. Huh?”