#maskacre

[whimsikills]

        “Come on, play with me!"

kai ( @maskacre ) ❥ one-liner starter call. 

[griefkill]

she hardly looks away from the gloomy view before her until his fingers linger through wet strands of hair , grazing her cold face as he pushes it out of the way . despite her damp skin , it's evident in her eyes that she had been crying at some point not long ago , perhaps before he joined her here . eyes widen slightly as she watches him give up his jacket , the heavy fabric warming her instantly from his wear . she pushes her arms through the sleeves and sighs in content this time . it's safer with him here .

her mind buzzes from the alcohol . little does he know there were two other bottles before this one that had long been discarded . she watches as he takes a drink . slowly , her hand reaches for his as he places the bottle back between them . ❛ i don't ever want to lose you . ❜ she confesses , squeezing his damp hand in her own . when he asks about heading inside , she nods , taking the bottle in her free hand . ❛ yeah . . . help me up ? ❜ there's something sad about the way she asks , as though she's seeking any excuse to hold his hand a bit longer , or to simply have another moment of closeness .

@maskacre / x

[griefkill]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs - it's time to spread positivity ! ☆

you always have this way of knowing just when i need a little boost. i love you, and i am so thankful to have you as one of my longest standing friends on here! <3

[coastercruushed]

@maskacre sent him: everyone else bores me. not you.

the blonde can't help but pull his hands into the sleeves of his long sleeved shirt, trying to hold back the urge to grin. he'll purse his lips together, trying to keep his cool but eventually, the grin wins and spreads over his tanned, lightly freckled face. he hopes that his golden curls frame his features just enough to hide the blush spreading across his features. he can't respond the way he wants to. he doesn't want to ruin the friendship, right? so, he'll get up on his toes and slings his arm over frank's shoulders, attempting to get him into a headlock.

"i better not be borin' to ya', dude! not with how much i put up with dealing with you!" a catlike grin spreads across his features before he presses a big, wet kiss to his cheek. "i like you too, franky." because obviously, that's what you meant to say, right?

[enchaentd]

@maskacre: she stayed close and frank liked that, he hates the idea of splitting up but they'd cover more ground this way and frank wanted in and out of the place quick. he pointed her towards a direction and planned to go the other way, but, before he could take a step towards his own way, she started to ask questions. his brows pull together at her and he shakes his head at her. "someone might notice that." he tells her, tucking his lips into his mouth, thinking a little more about it. "you can with one exception," his brows lift pointedly at her, bringing his finger up to display the number one, he refused to call it rules. it was hardly that. "if you touch it, it's yours." he says and relaxes his features, dropping his hand down. "that means you have to take it." by take it, he means steal it and his lips tug back in a smile at her. "yeah, you can talk, als." he says with a low, faint laugh. her sudden and abrupt hug was unexpected and nearly causes him to stumble back. it takes him a few seconds to register the embrace before finally bringing his arms to fold around her. "yeah?" he lowers his head and gaze to find her while his hand, almost unconsciously, strokes through her hair. "mine get bad too.. we can keep each other safe."

        “ frank   … ”   she goes schoolgirl shy,   unaccompanied by the flutters of butterfly wings in her chest that he usually brings.   shivers crawl up her spine,   flinching into the hug but it’s still them all the same.   he’s her friend,   and they hug,   and he’s holding her hair.   allie breathes in,   and tries not to run away.   she wants to be here for him,   and to help.   “ you’re teasing me.   don’t tease me,   you know-   you know i can’t. ”   she voices,   still his friend,   dearly.   it’s easier to say,   chin perched on his shoulder,   when he’s not looking at her with a face she can’t say no to.   because it’s frank,   and he’s saved her so many times.   sleepover tonight,   eases it all,   balms it over with the familiarity.   they’re friends,   and it’s going to be okay.   it starts their separation,   allie escapes the uncomfortable nature that always comes when they talk about that stuff.   the stuff that gets you in trouble.   the only thing allie hides behind him to do,   or disagree with.   she just can’t.   she can smoke and drink and do drugs and have sex and do slutty things and all the other sins people talk about,   but she can’t be bad.   she already is on her own,   bad and broken and messed up.   useless.   she can’t do it on purpose,   it’s the only thing left and it’s wrong,   to hurt people and to take things.   it’s not fair,   and she doesn’t want to.   so allie only looks,   and thinks about the pretty things that she comes across.   a few times-   a delicate charm bracelet,   a green stone,   a dainty golden chain that looked like petals,   woven together   -allie’s fingers come to a hover,   but she never touches,   ever dutiful to both his rules,   and hers.   she thinks about what kinds of jewelry frank might like,   nothing close to what she would.   she wonders about why he would’ve been here,   him and joey.   fingers tangled together by her skirt,   allie looks around,   swaying,   softly in that spacey way,   half off the earth.   “ what were you guys doing here,   anyway? ”

[hangtenn]

@maskacre sent in:  “  i don’t wanna talk about it. you got a beer?  ”  ( ray )

ah, typical man! never wants to talk about what's going on in their minds. never wants to actually wants to explain the growing negativity that is wafting off of them in waves. though, she's way too tired to deal with it. she was actually off work for once and didn't feel like studying. she'll finally sigh, waving towards her kitchen. this is the last time she's going to invite a tall, dark and handsome guy back to her townhouse from the bars.

"got a twelve pack in the fridge. help yourself---....but only if you bring me one,"

[coastercruushed]

@maskacre sent in: what if i kissed you right now?

they had been laughing, mapplethorpe leaned into frank's shoulder as his head fell back. it was halloween night. no one but their fellow ghosts could see them. mapplethorpe had been pointing out how stupid the movie characters on the projector screen that the local kids had put up in the cemetery. "well, you know those two are going to die first. like, god forbid you fuck. then what? the funny guy? god, i'd be dead if the rules were real." the irony is that he is dead. he'll roll his eyes, finding himself snuggling into frank's side and resting his head on his shoulder. in mapplethorpe's mind, this was a date. they could only leave the park once a year and they had to make it count. though, before he could suggest a little tricking during trick or treat, frank speaks first.

he'll lift his head slightly, dark blue eyes wide as he searched frank's face. after all this time, he always expects it to be a joke. that frank doesn't actually mean it. that frank will simply push him away and call him something derogatory. if he could still blush, he knows his face would be a bright red. one of his hands moves to rest on frank's thigh as he leans forward, a grin on his pale features. "what if you kissed me? why don't you find out, franky. kiss me. i dare you,"

[fatalsmile]

This was normal, the two of them fighting side by side. It would have felt wrong if it wasn’t that way. Nothing was out of the ordinary until it was. 

Frank hadn’t noticed the third man who joined, far too busy with his current opponent, or perhaps he did but either way Julie knew very well there was no way he was getting out of the way in time. So she did what she thought was the best option she currently had. She was small but very agile, which made it easy for her to jump behind him, trying to block the knife, only to fumble and drop the knife after blocking the first attempt. The man knew he damn well had her in that moment, and Julie knew she had two options herself; get out of the way and risk him getting Frank or stay put and take the damage. 

Except there wasn’t really an option. A hiss left her lips when the knife plunged into her body, blood blooming on the shirt she was wearing quickly. As soon as the man who was fighting Frank noticed just what happened he backed up. “Shit man, we have to get out of here.” He said to his friends and they all disappeared, leaving Julie now lying on the cold ground but she didn’t feel cold. She didn’t feel anything. 

Blue eyes shift to Frank, her vision is blurry but maybe she could make out a worried expression? Either way, it didn’t matter. Bloody lips turn up into a smile, hand moving up to pat his cheek. “It’s okay — it doesn’t hurt.” It didn’t. “And I.. don’t regret any of it. Meeting you was one of the best —“ She began coughing, more blood coming from her lips. “Things in my life. Guess I was right when I said you’d be the death of me…” 

A moment of silence as her eyes fell shut and her breathing stopped, one last breath leaving crimson stained lips.

@maskacre (frank) said: Send “NO!” to watch my muse get fatally stabbed. / always accepting