Twitching. He's feeling a surge of bloodlust with no outlet.

starter for @sin-official.bsky.social Well, the casino had more to offer than he originally thought. Through either luck or sheer coincidence, Frank had managed to get into the more / interesting / section of the building, wandering around it's underbelly with hidden glee. His mask hid+

🩷 for a starter/interaction post.

Jingling car keys??? why not.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𓇢 .⠀ ♱ ⋆⠀╱ you ᴰᴵᴱᴰ 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝐄𝐀𝙼𝑰̯𝙽𝙶 ; the 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⠀⠀ that 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 ⠀ 𓏵 ⠀ ʷᵃˢ 𝒮ᴵᴸ𝐄𝙽𝚃 . ࣪ .. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Memories will fade ⠀but just like everyone else he clings to what he has left. ⠀⠀⠀

"I might just. Probably will have to be by ingredients again. Last time she uh... well. Pretty sure she was takin' notes from Bubbah on how to cook."

" Yeah, just haven't found the time. " Or money, but if they paychecks she offered were fat he could see that changing. An eyebrow would raise at her statement, his head bobbing in a steady nod as he breathed in the remnants that lingered in the air. He exhaled slowly before allowing +

Based on a meme I saw ^^ #frankmorrison #deadbydaylight #dbd #thelegion #dbdfanart #dbdfrank #リージョン #デッドバイデイライト #데드바이데이라이트 #黎明杀机

“i fucking wish. haven’t had that shit in forever.”

Poking at the ground with a stick.

A smile tugs at his lips, canines poking out as he tilts his head back. His eyes follow the wisps of smoke that linger in the air, clouding up the area they occupy and amplifying the high... He exhales slowly through his nose, a chuckle forming. "Thanks, got it years ago."

"Yeesh." Spoken with a smirk, he'd accept the blunt back and take a drag from the kindling bud. Another deep exhale, smoke escaping his nostrils like some sort of weird dragon; he'd huff a laugh as he thought briefly. "Can't say I don't know the feeling." +

( @fuckthetour.bsky.social ♥'d for V-day prompt ) Honestly, he had no idea what the hell he was supposed to do. Usually he would've taken whoever he had in mind out to town, spray painted walls and cause general mischief, but with / her? / +

"Really?" In part, it comes as a surprise to him. Most people got a tattoo out of impulse but wouldn't get more afterwards; perhaps there was more to her than he originally thought. "Is the snake supposed to mean anything?" +

He'd accept the blunt back when it was offered, mirroring her actions to an extent before exhaling the smoke through his nose. Unlike her, he didn't really cough, his familiarity with the substance at least allowing him to smoke without hacking a lung up. At least, not initially. He probably +

The response makes Frank pause, the tilt of his head lessening as he considers the others words. Clipped phrases left a lot up in the air, but he had worked with less before. A hand would raise to rub at his chin, thinking momentarily before deducting an appropriate response. " Frank. "

⠀⠀ : // general info ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ : // muse info ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀「 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 , ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. 」 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

To see the once hidden tattoo would make him pause, but he wouldn't comment on it at first. Instead he'd focus on doing what he said he would, pulling out a small baggy from an inside coat pocket and some paper. The whole process would take him a moment, portioning his left-overs out and +

𝙷𝙸𝙼 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝚄𝙻𝙵 .

⠀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ . ⠀

Meeting others always threw him for a loop, so used to being sent in to do / her / bidding without socialization. He almost forgot there were others he could even meet, those outside her influence. The smiling mask, stained with fresh blood, would tilt. “ Who you lookin’ for? “

He isn’t a man of honeyed words but, to hell with it, he hasn’t done something festive in forever. Why not start now? ( 🩷 for valentine’s day prompts/starters )

Unfortunately (or fortunately) he wasn't a man that had drugs on hand or contacts to boot, only ever going as far as popping LSD- but that shit wasn't hard to come by at parties. He'd only half shrug before lulling his head to the side, thinking over a few possibilities. He could try making a few +

Woman want me 、fish fear me.

— ☣︎ — ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴇᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ɢ-ᴠɪʀᴜꜱ - ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ. — ☣︎ —

He get's on top of a busted car, the blood of his victims still fresh on his clothes. He tilts his head back and yells, celebrating his victory with a scream to the heavens. Eight of them, all dead. Sure, another helped, but who cares? 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺.

"Sick." He'd have to spot clean his jacket after she went to sleep, figured it wouldn't be too hard to find a rag to use before hunkering down in her bathroom. But that was for later, for now, he'd look around. He hadn't really studied his surroundings much when he broke in, just came with the +

susie ok, back. will do replies more frequently from here on out.

It didn't know? Underneath the mask, Frank frowns. "You don't remember?" If it was dragged to this place just like he was, perhaps it was better it didn't know. He decided not to press. "Whatever. You got any clue where we are currently?" He hoped it could see in the dark better than he could.

" 's all good. Joey chugs it half the time anyways, so I'm used to it " He gave a half shrug.

If he knew the things she was thinking, he wouldn't care- he / was / a criminal at heart after all. Really, the only thing that had stopped him from being his usual moronic self was the way she looked when he entered- he could at least tell she had enough on her plate as is. +

susie update: going to be a week or so before i come back. irl stuff has decided to kick me in the teeth. i will reply to threads when i can though

susie I'll get to replies n' such in a little, i'm having weird days rn. ;;

He’s itch at his chin from underneath his mask. A nervous habit. “You from somewhere?” Weird way of asking where they were from but- well, one could never be too sure. Plus, it was hard to even tell what was and wasn’t from earth anymore.

"Yeah. I do errands for her and she repays me by givin' me food n' shit. 's pretty nice honestly."

"Yeah, my boss'll just restock them later anyways." He pulls out some cola, offering it before pausing. "Wouldn't soda be worse for ya?" Not that he's going to stop her if she really wants one; he'd enable shitty habits when it really came down to it.

Works for him, he was planning on skipping town anyways for reasons he wasn't going to mention. So instead he'd just nod along, "Great. Need me to dress up fancy or some shit?" Vulgar language but with an inquisitive tone; just... seemed to be how he acted. +

Their movement startles him a bit, but considering it isn't overly hostile he... tried keeping his cool. He was never fond of the unworldly. "Just... not used to seein' beings like you." He knew how to speak to them, at least. His run-ins with HUX taught him better.