#ormond's rambles

[lily-avenue]

Musings on Gold Digger (2019)

** Warning contains major spoilers **

** Also warning: massively long-winded ramble **

Julia Ormond, Ben Barnes and an exploration of a may-december romance in the midst of complicated famillial dynamics and an underlying unease.

Both leads are very good. We see Julia Day (Julia Ormond) reclaim herself as she moves out of the roles to which she has been assigned, or perhaps more accurately, has assigned herself; while Benjamin Greene (Ben Barnes) treads the fine line of someone who is not entirely what he seems to be, and who in pursuing the path he has chosen, is moving both closer to, and further away, from what he needs. We all, or many of us at least, want to be known and loved for who we actually are.

The supporting cast are uniformly excellent, with each episode putting the spotlight on one of Julia's now-adult kids (Patrick, Della and Leo), her ex-husband (Ted), her ex-best-friend (Marsha), and her new lover.

The series poses a range of complex, thorny questions, such as what it means to take a much younger (or much older) lover; the immediate and long-term aftermath of domestic violence; the loss of confidence and trust following betrayal; the ripple effect of those pivotal moments that each of us have in our lives; and the small (and large) lies that we tell ourselves and each other.

Nearly everyone in Julia's life is openly and vocally "concerned" when she introduces the much younger Benjamin into her life, and the series also explores the cost of pursuing your own happiness in the face of others' disapproval.

For the most part, the two sons (Patrick and Leo) are Not Very Nice. While they are not necessarily unjustified in their concerns about Benjamin, and are each grappling with the fallout of their parents' shared history, how they act upon those concerns is rather unpleasant. (And slighly nonsensical. Patrick is a well-heeled lawyer, surely he would have hired a private investigater to do some digging?) Della, her daughter, is the most open of the three to their mother's new relationship. And while for the most part that isn't saying much, Della's growing acceptance and support of Julia's right to be her own person and the strength she demonstrates in doing so, make for a lovely subplot - particularly as it starts to positively impact her own life.

While the series asks a lot of questions, it doesn't necessarily answer them in a way that fully satisfies. We see Benjamin and Julia's attraction in numerous sex scenes, and it is fabulous to move from the early scenes, in which she turns off the light, to later scenes in which she has pushed aside some of her insecurities. But we don't see enough of their intellectual attraction, of the non-physical side of things, and of how they navigate the fact that in terms of cultural milieu, he has far more in common with her children than with her (sort of, that too is complicated). There are some lovely glimpses - the book of walks he gives her as a gift, for example, rather than ubiquitous and offensively-generic flowers. But their growing closeness is mostly given in montages of them walking around holding hands in various locales - we are rarely privvy to the intimate discussions that would show a deepening relationship.

Much goes unquestioned by Julia, which given her intelligence and life experience seems somewhat implausible, although perhaps newly discovered and unexpected love can make fools of us all? Her lack of curiosity about Benjamin's past, which clearly continues to affect him, or his financial situation (mid 30s, professional job, but about to be hounded by bailiffs?) is hand-waved away at one point. This is one of those instances where I cannot tell if it suboptimal writing (maintaining suspense at the cost of characterisation) or very clever writing (Julia tends to avoid conflict; her reluctance to ask questions to which she doesn't necessarily want to know the answer has precedence). Herein lies the dilemma of suspense-based drama: in keeping Benjamin an relatively unknown quality we lose the opportunity to get to know him and Julia as a couple, and that becomes problematic later on.

We experience Julia's growth as she takes responsibility for her own destiny, eventually starting to question what it is that Benjamin isn't telling her, and taking the necessary steps to find out more. And when she finds out more, and it is rather confronting, she still chooses to listen before coming to her own conclusions. But we don't see the same for Benjamin. His journey is more opaque, and because we only get very few snippits of his life before Julia, is largely for the viewer to infer, or only becomes evident after the fact. He wants to run away when things start to close in on him, but he doesn't. Ultimately his hand is forced and he breaks a long-held agreement with his brother to put his own needs first. (There is a small subplot about an engagement that didn't happen; a former girlfriend broke up with him the day he proposed, and one wonders if it was because he also told her the truth about his past.)

There are interesting contrasts between Benjamin and Ted. Both are outwardly well put together, but neither are what they seem. Ted is successful, wealthy and enmeshed in entitled middleclass-ness, while Benjamin is not, despite his facade of the urbane younger man.

But the outward trappings hide the fact that Ted is controlling and violent, while Benjamin - despite what the criminal justice system would say - is neither. And that contrast is backed up by the scene with Ted in the forest on the morning of the wedding, compared with that with Benjamin on the beach (in which Julia asks him to not touch her, and he listens and respects her wishes instantly). Even throughout the argument with his newly re-emerged brother Kieran, which escalates into low-level violence, Benjamin only ever reacts, never instigates.

And it would be entirely remiss of me not to mention Marsha, who has made her own bed, unfortunately with Ted in it. We meet Marsha just as she is beginning to realise the extent of the poor bargain she's made, and it really only gets worse.

I am still not sure whether the series simply had very high expectations of the viewer, or whether the script spread itself too thin and undercut itself. The distrust and deception that flows throughout the series was almost catching, and in the face of it I wanted stronger closure, a deeper resolution of the issues that came to light late in the piece. In the absence of that, Kieran's words after the fight with Benjamin resonate just a little too strongly for me. Are they actually in love with one another, or are they in love with what the other represents to them?

Is Benjamin a gold digger? Not, I think, in the traditional sense of the term. He sees in Julia an embodiment of the life he wants to have, but had always been excluded from. My take is that the attraction and burgeoning love is real, but that it is also inseparable from her aura of wealth, education and intellect, which are an integral part of who she is and how she moves through the world.

He was certainly not honest with her, and that also poses an interesting question about how much of our ourselves, and our actions, we can mask, ignore or conceal before sliding into deception or disaster. Alongside Benjamin editing his past to hide a terrible act (in which he played a supporting role but shouldered much of the consequences), we have a younger Julia peddling the fiction that all was well with her (first) marriage, Ted hiding his violent streak, Patrick having an affair, Leo knowing about Ted and Marsha but not telling his mother. The list goes on.

The lingering disquiet of how much of Benjamin is a performance, and how much is real, never quite leaves. We do see sharper edges to him at times, which are in keeping with what is revealed about his past (you couldn't come out of young offenders unscathed, and you certainly wouldn't get through it without developing some pretty decent survival mechanisms), although Julia herself is not privvy to them. It is in the rawness and desperation of a couple of his reactions that a measure of confirmation is provided that his feelings towards Julia are genuine. There is a two-fold element of unreliable narration with Benjamin, yet it feels not entirely unreasonable to conclude that Benjamin the construct is underpinned by a longstanding and deep-seated need, and has largely become Benjamin the actual. But how recent was this process, and was it a legitimate one? We don't ever really find out, and that matters when it comes to our central conundrum.

But as may have become evident throughout this long-winded ramble, one of my own personal failings is that I like my fictional endings to be happy, and unambiguously so. I want Julia to enjoy her 'after', just as much as I want Benjamin to revel in the safety and belonging she provides. So holding onto a suitable measure of optimism (or perhaps of wishful thinking - our characters may not be alone in their penchant for self-deception), let us now return to their wedding reception and one of my favourite scenes. Watching a truly beguiling Julia invite Benjamin to dance, and an utterly charming Benjamin follow her onto the dance floor, made me smile. A lot. And with that in mind I am going to find myself a glass of champagne, ensure my best smile is firmly in place, and head out onto the dance floor to wish the two of them my very best.

[midnightsnackblog]

Hi Im here to bombard you with prompts! :D

#4 for Luminara, #21 for Stjin, #3 for Fumiko, #16 for Ervin, #8 for Umeko, and #11 for Ormond

21) What song best describes their relationship with their enemy? For Stijn. This one is a good one, the first song that comes to mind for him is "Scylla from Epic the musical", the boy has been through so much and has suffered a lot. The world is his enemy at this point and his hands aren't the cleanest out of all of the ocs i have. He's bitter, filled with anger at the world and himself.

3) What song describes your OC? Fumiko. Neath the grove is a heart, Yaelokre. Perfectly describes Fumiko, she's an archivist who's heart is torn between her own duties to the citadel (where Princess Ayumi lives) or follow her own heart to where she longs to be.

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest? Luminara. True kind of love from steven universe, this one pretty sums up both Luminara and Bazz's relationship perfectly. Sure they might look like the perfect couple with the perfect relationship but they too have troubles just like any relationship but what sets them apart is their undying love for one another.

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive? Ervin. Ervin's relationship with his parents is great, he loves the both of them and admires them both. However, he feels as if he's under their shadow constantly and is desperate to prove himself, he's a young lad with a big heart.

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind? Umeko. When the party is over and she is drained from that party high, she likes to settle down and walk the domain. Sure, she might be a bit drained but she's still as talkative, though not as much.

11) What was your inspiration for your OC? Ormond At first, I wasn't too sure of what to do for Luminara's older brother but figured that he'd be the sole caretaker since their parent's death, I wanted a character that looks big and intimidating yet soft. Also, the song, "Pressure" from Encanto, is a bit inspiration for this big guy. Haven't thought up more with him since Luminara takes the lead most of the time.

[daily-singularity]

Finished the rogue clone au designs :]

Some Au ramblings below the readmore

Gabriel confronts Dmitri about his medical records instead of keeping his discovery secret. Dmitri detains Gabriel and keeps him confined until he “comes to his senses”

Every time Dmitri tries to bring him food, Gabriel tries to attack him, so he orders the Hux units to feed him.

While trying to extract info from the HUX units, Gabriel realizes A7-13 is different- while not exactly sure how or why.

When Hux disables the life support, he also disables the electronic lock on Gabe’s cell, allowing him to escape. 

He finishes Hux’s body with him and together they go hunt down Dmitri. 

Gabriel demands answers from him, but gets fuckall before Dmitri detonates the gas tank trying to kill them both. Hux barely manages to pull Gabriel out of the blast- but in still nearly kills him.

Hux didn't intend to save Gabriel, but there was a sudden fear of being completely alone that drove him to save his life.

Using his biotech and the energy of the Alien Crystal, Hux repairs the burned and mangled remains of Gabriel’s right half. 

The Alien Crystal makes a sort of Hivemind/neural link between them. Hux and Gabe’s thoughts kinda bleed into one another- they are still their own person but the intense emotions bleed over and they can send brain messages to each other.

Hux fixes up gabe but before he is able to repair himself though- the entity drags them into the realm, so he is left with a body that is similarly mangled to his one in canon, but to a much lesser extent because he had less damage to fix and also didn't force himself to function while literally on fire. 

In the entity’s realm, Hux functions as normal. He takes on his Killer role and hunts in trials and vibes in his realm between them. Gabriel however doesn't take on a survivor role. He is more of a “resident” in the fog, not killer or survivor but moreso Hux’s plus one.

Gabriel doesn't see himself as a human anymore- especially not with Hux’s mind leeching into his own and the overall Alien-ness of his body.

Gabriel has a general envy towards humans because they have what he didn't- agency and free will- that manifests itself as hatred. He doesn't blame all humans for what the humans of his time did, but that does not mean he likes them.

In the realm

I'm very partial to the headcanon that survivors can leave the campfire and wander the fog, scavenging for offerings and such- so I'm imagining lil scenarios where they run into Gabriel and aren't sure exactly what he is.

Survivors would tend to visit safer realms, ones like Autohaven or Ormond. They learn which ones are safe and avoid the ones with more ruthless killers. No one wants to wander into Lery’s and deal with The Doctor having their way with them outside of trials- and the same would go for Toba Landing. Survivors wouldn't go there since Hux has pods all over his realm- if you’re there, he knows.

Say a survivor does visit. Claudette wanting to study the alien plants. She sees someone in the distance- someone alive unlike the normal corpses being devoured by the flora. She mistakes Gabriel for a new or unfamiliar survivor at first- his shape is so clearly human and shes never seen him before in a trial to recognise as a killer. She calls out to warn him hes stepping too close to a biopod. He whips around and she sees how fucked up half his face and body is. His warbled voice “Humans aren't supposed to BE here” Echoing across the landing and she realizes she has made a big mistake. It only takes a couple of seconds for a biopod to lock onto her and for The Singularity to materialize behind her- She doesn't know who or what gabriel is, but hes no friend as he just stands by while Hux guts her.

Survivors from trials couldn't be harvested for genetic material and biomatter since the entity takes them- but outside they are free game. So Hux pretty much kills everyone who comes through for materials.

[kimodraw]

do you have any recs for other peter pan media? i love your art and just read peter darling and i feel crazy

thank you so much! sadly i don't have many because i think a lot of peter pan media is. bad and misses the point.

If you haven't read the original book, i can't recommend it enough! I find sooo charming and well written. Other than that my favorite adaptation ever is the 2003 movie it drives me up the walls how good this movie is. The disney movie is fine and very well animated but you dont need me to tell you abt the disney movie.

As a kid i LOVED Peter pan in scarlet by Geraldine McCaughrean!! Wendy and the lost boys go back to neverland as adults and find it has gone to shit, peter wearing hook's coat and becoming more and more irritable. I actually just learned its the 'official' sequel, authorised by the Great Ormond Street Hospital, so that's neat

Huhh I saw a peter pan musical 2 years ago lol? its french and definitly wasn't recorded, i was the only adult without kids and i had a great time, smee was a woman (double win for feminism AND homophobia ) and they didn't take advantage of the room filled with 6 years old to ask them to all scream they believe in fairies. boo, don't know why i told you abt this. movin on

I haven't read the loisel peter pan series yet so i can't exactly recommend them but i love the art

it seems very edgy and also probably misses the point, and i bet its filled to the brim with early 2000s sexism but. loisel art. yummy. need to check out my local library rn actually

I also liked peter darling quite a bit! heard the audiobook version and had to listen to gay erotic scenes narrated by an old british man on the subway. great experience

i hated lost boy by christinia henry with a PASSION: bad writting, made hook straight, doesnt get peter by making him litteraly evil (hes meant to be a child!! the most child ever!! when he does bad things its because he's selfish or doesn't get it or is angry he's a child!!!) anyway i hate how much this book gets recommended to me whenever my peter pan posts get some traction stop talking to me abt lost boy you guys tricked me into reading it already!! only good thing it does is replacing the native americans by. giant spiders. so i guess less racism than most peter pan works. great

idk ive heard of hooked recently. you guys know abt hooked? from booktok? seems bad

i have a short and mediocre playlist abt my peter pan,, thing too (title translates to 'im mad because 'lost boy' really is the perfect title for this' lol)

thanks for allowing me to ramble abt peter pan!! sorry for not having a lot of positive answers, have a peter i havent posted here yet

if anyone has recs THAT ARENT LOST BOY BY CHRISTINNIA HENRY!!!! feel free to drop them, both me and anon would love that im sure

[deliluck]

For the selfship ask: 6, 7, 9, 14!

6: Julie loves it when Fey just goes on random autistic ramblings. Meanwhile Fey likes just listening to Julie explain the details of her masks and Knives

7: Julie makes Fey laugh more through physical affection than anything.

9: I still need to write this. But they just kinda. Felt it, especially with the fact Julie helped Fey kinda eased into the trial

14: Already answered but Ormond

[legions-tape]

🎁 + [ A small box of band-aids with fancy designs left in the doorway of Ormond Resort, the gifter is nowhere to be seen] @glyphsinthefog

Susie stared down at the box that was left in the doorway, debating for a bit if she should go ahead and grab it, or leave it. She didn't wait much longer and quickly took the box into her hands, rushing back to her group of friends in excitement. Each of the masked figures stared over at their smaller friend, questioning what she was holding, and where it came from.

"I dunno, it was just left for us by someone! There…isn't a name for who exactly it's for, so I guess it's for all of us!" The upbeat girl smiled, placing herself down onto their beat up couch, package resting on her lap. Since she had found it, she claimed to have the rights to open up the mysterious gift. She pushed up her mask to see properly before her hands ripped and pulled at the pretty wrapping to reveal the small box of band aids. The blonde Legion member snatched the box from her pink haired friend before she was able to get a comment out, and began observing the fancy box. "The hell are we to do with these? I swear, if they're just a form of mockery...-!" Julie started to fuss. "Hey, Hey, calm down, Jules!" Joey took the box next, pulling off his own mask, wanting to get a better look. "It's thoughtful." "Stop fucking bickering..." Frank joined into the conversation once the ramblings of Joey and Julie became more aggressive, irritated over the two making such a huge deal over a box of band aids. He took the box and tossed it aside. "...we'll just gut each survivor individually until they squeal and fess up to this obvious mockery." He huffed, rolling his eyes. "Now go...I need time to think." Think about what exactly? Well even he didn't know. Once the other three departed from the main area, Frank went towards the discarded box, picking it up. He frowned a bit, sticking them into into his hoodie. He didn't have access to fresh bandages, being able to replace the bloody items from his knuckles with some fresh band-aids would do him good. But he didn't want the others to know....

( @glyphsinthefog )

[bells-of-black-sunday]

//OKAY not to ramble about his tome for like the third time and it's a whole fucking novel under cut but-

"Find another way! Disgust strikes him like a sword. He feels the blade pierce his chest, smacking the breath from his lungs. He has no words for this order. All he can do is stare defiantly. Find another way? Why? So Toscano can sleep at night? So he can waste more of his time with his foolish notions of right and wrong, of good and evil, of noble and barbaric. Toscano’s entire fortune was secured with violence and slaughter justified by highly imaginative codes and laws. His fortune was secured with nothing but darkness. Tarhos grinds his teeth as disgust darkens toward hate.

And he feels something else."

I still think this is truly where we start to see the entity's influence on him. There's a point in every tome where you usually see it like with Julie its when she envisions burning down Ormond and killing everyone there, turning it into "her own personal playground" or even how the Trapper didn't want to be like his father and then eventually falling into the same trappings seemingly out of nowhere. Here I really think its directly after Vittorio tells him to find another way. We see in his tome he tends to follow orders even if he doesn't agree with them because everyone he works for is a liar and a coward in some way or another.

That being said Vittorio calling him his "Most trusted knight" means he must've hired Tarhos for a long time before this event. And it genuinely makes me wonder if this isn't the entity interfering with Tarhos what could've possibly led up to this moment where he's just "I'm so fucking tired of your bullshit" because-

"He feels Toscano doesn’t deserve the spoils of his ancestors or his relics or this ancient stone that will somehow open a gateway to a world untainted by violence. He’s a fool if he believes such a thing! No such place exists! And if such a place did exist, he would want nothing to do with it. He sighs and scrunches his fist. He wants to crush him like a maggot. Of all the lords he served, this one he hates the most. He’s heard enough of his notions of ancient guardians and their supposed, superior wisdom. And as he watches Toscano ride away with his retinue, he decides —

He’ll take it all!

He’ll take it all because he can.

He’ll take his stone and his relics and his town, and he’ll show this bloody coward the truth of the world—the truth that has always lived in his heart. And no one will stop him. Not the guards in the village, and certainly not the three knights Toscano left behind. Without hesitation, Tarhos dismounts his horse and unsheathes his sword with a terrible ring."

Is such a fucking extreme reaction to just having a mild inconvenience. I'm sure it's not even the first time Vittorio asked him that too, Vittorio is a pacifist and while he is doing a bad thing by going and collecting these important artifacts that don't belong to him it was common at the time to do that especially if you were nobility. It's understandable for Vittorio to see himself doing nothing wrong in the pursuit of this greater good he's envisioned, this realm separate from humanity that's free of violence and despair where people can just live in peace.

And while Tarhos knows he's looking for this he thinks it's utter bullshit and Vittorio is chasing down something that doesn't even exist. Which to be fair he wasn't entirely wrong, but we know from later in the tome Vittorio never trusted him enough to even tell him exactly what he was doing. Tarhos just started blindly carving the symbols into bodies and arranging them in the way his diagrams were in his journal with no real effect.

Now to be fair, him doing this could've also somehow corrupted whatever spell Vittorio was trying to cast, but I severely doubt that. The watchers and the observer are from a different dimension and were imprisoned in the Entity for I can't remember if it's ever explained why, honestly I'm really behind on my observer tomes, but they are prisoners there even if they can travel it freely. That's why the observer is trying to escape by reading the fog since it's made of memories.

I think Vittorio was always destined to find the entity, it's just a question of how well Tarhos and him got along before Portugal to say how much of what Tarhos did was direct entity influence or if it was just a slow build up of one thing after another. Who knows. We'll probably not get tomes for either of them for a while, because they're not exactly popular, but still fun to speculate on none the less.

Anyway- insert joke about how they're very bitter exes and that's why Tarhos is a whiney bitch here.

[link to the tomes on the wiki]

"I would have thought you would have crushed the maggots by now rather than live with them." T.oscano's eyelids open slowly but he doesn't respond. "The nobles are preparing to attack me. And why? Because I am doing what they do, only without the lies. They say… they say I am mad." T.arhos scoffs. "Do I seem mad to you? Life is madness, and I accept it for what it is, and so perhaps in that way I am mad." T.arhos opens the door, enters slowly, and crushes several maggots as he paces around the small dungeon.

There is no straight explanation for this- "Even his most trusted knight, the Hungarian, could not resist the allure of violence." gay asf

[trashyslashers]

Hi there! Can I get a match up for a dbd guy or male slasher?

Im male, gay, 5'6, and ive got fluffy near jaw length curly hair, that is faded red from previous dye and its growing out to be its natural reddish brown colour. I typically wear baggy clothing, such as baggy ripped jeans and baggy sweaters that conceal my figure as I am ftm/stealthing, and Im pierced from head to stomach. Belly button piercing, nostril stud, septum ring, ears are decked out in metal, you get my drift. Ive also got some pretty sick aviator frame glasses.

Im overall an abrasive person that is paranoid, rambunctious, chaotic, and flirty. I rarely sleep, need the occasional reminder to eat and drink, I run off of energy drinks and coffee most of the time, and im fairly dissasociative and will be off in my own carefully constructed dream world if not talking to somebody else. I can also fail to understand tone a lot of the time, despite being really blunt and toneless myself, so I tend to clarify what I say if I feel its needed or im asked, or I may just stare at whoever im talking with until they give me clarification because Im usually pretty embarrassed over needing it. Im also a bit of a rambler, if thats not obvious by my continuous speech, and im really into old horror movies and science! Thanks, if you answer <3

- Xander 🧪

I think you match up pretty well with Frank!

For starters, horror films! According to the tome, Frank at least has a passing interest in the morbid and macabre given his talk with Julie about serial killers. I can see Frank enjoying horror films akin more to documentaries, but not entirely; think mockumentaries like Behind the Mask. The two of you would spend many nights digging through piles of DVDs and scouring the internet for horror films, seeing who can find the strangest, oldest films in the genre.

One may think Frank might get annoyed by someone seeming to dissociate and need something repeated, but he surprisingly doesn't. He understands it's not something you can help, and he, surprisingly, is pretty damn good at bringing you back to the moment.

Rambunctious, chaotic, and flirty - you fit in well with his group of friends, which to Frank, means a lot. Though if this wasn't in the Fog and the lot of you were in real-world Ormond, he may keep their more... less than savory activities a secret, you at the very least are often invited to tag along with him. He will love it if you return his flirtatious behavior even in the company of others.

Initially, your appearance is what draws him to you. Not out of shallowness, but rather how different you were in the place. The stark contrast between how you carried and presented yourself in style and fashion and... the banality and monotony of Ormond. He wanted to know your story, he wanted to know more about you.

Your bluntness and lack of tone doesn't put him off. Hell, he's pretty blunt and abrasive himself at times. As long as how you are doesn't bother you, he doesn't care in the slightest. If anything, he appreciates the bluntness, instead of beating around the bush and playing guessing games.

He doesn't mind your rambling, either; he's actually pretty fond of long talks if the topic is of mutual interest. What he doesn't like though is how it seems you don't always take care of yourself - he'll do his best to remind you to eat and drink something other than energy drinks. If it were modern day you'd get occasional "You actually eat any food yet?" texts. That's his bluntness coming in, but it's from a place of care.

[jackharkness]

♤ First Knight (1995) This is the heart of Camelot, not these stones, not these timbers, these palaces and towers. Burn them all and Camelot lives on, because it lives in us. Camelot is a belief that we hold in our hearts.

[oliviayamaoka]

Heartfelt Deception Continuation (Joey / The Legion x F!Reader)

Joey x Reader Angst!!!!!!

Hi! I’ve been busy working and getting ready for university but I’ve been DYING to finish requests! I wanna put my heart and soul into the requests so sorry if it takes long! Working on finishing the Doctor stuff after this!

Anyways, general plot is you see Joey again but your reunion is short lived!

You weren’t sure how long you’d been in the Entity’s realm at this point. It felt like years but must’ve been a few months. It feared you apart on the inside thinking about all those you left behind. What terrified you most was the thought of you actually being dead. Were you just a husk being punished in this purgatory? This hell? What the hell did you even do to deserve this? You sighed deeply and looked upwards.

You awaited the trial. It had been almost two weeks since you were chosen to participate in a trial. You cherished every moment not being in those twisted games. A shudder ran through your spine remembering your last trial. You awoke in a bathroom with Kate Denson. There were devices on your heads and the voice of a man spoke, telling you that he wanted to play a game. While you and Kate played that awful game, the other two were doing generators. You got the trap off of your head but Kate wasn’t so lucky. It was terrifying but you couldn’t forget the image of the woman in red. The woman who wore a pig’s head as she chased you.

“Y/N?” A guy said to you as you jumped. You recognized the guy as Quentin Smith. He was around your age and you two talked before.

“Oh, hey.” You said with a smile, a nervous one.

“Are you, like… alright?” He asked you as you nodded.

“Just nervous.” You said to him.

Quentin was friendly but he looked extremely tired. He came the same time as the dream demon? You hadn’t personally fought this demon but you hated what you heard about him. But, you did remember where they came from. Elm Street, was it? Despite the atrocities that occurred here, you loved hearing about where all these mysterious people came from. He nodded in response and looked around.

“Yeah, me too. I, uh, heard that we might be fighting that ogre…” He said. You saw the fear in his eyes when he began to remember his own trauma fighting these creatures and murderers.

“Which one?” You ask, trying to lighten the mood as he chuckled quietly.

“The samurai one.” He said as you nodded. Y/N only fought him once. A hulking samurai who beat her down in an instant. You cringed, remembering the blunt force trauma on your back. Quentin noticed how uncomfortable you looked and cleared his throat.

“Anyways, yeah… it’s just gonna be me, you, Bill, and… Ace? I dunno, they’re old so I don’t really know how to talk to them.” He shrugged.

“Well, I have faith we’ll be fine. Bill might look old but you should see him in action.” You said with a grin. Bill once refused to leave you behind, carrying you on his back and throwing you out the exit gate once. Since then, you admired him and always had his back.

“Yeah, he’s a fighter, isn’t he?” Quentin asked as he yawned. You were about to say something but the familiar, cold fog surrounded you guys.

“Come find me.” He quickly said to you as the fog completely engulfed you.

You shut your eyes tightly, opening them again when you were sure you were in one of the realms. Your hair blew slightly when you looked around. This place seemed foreign to you. It was a hospital of some sort? Not Crotus Prenn. Y/N looked around, crossing her arms tightly. The hallway looked old, dirty, and bloody. In one of the many rooms were chairs and bathrooms?

Y/N shivered and peaked down the hallways. You didn’t see any of your teammates. As you walked into the waiting room, you saw a paper on the ground. You kneeled down and picked it up.

“Leary’s Memorial Institute exposé.” You mumbled, instantly lighting up when you realized this must’ve been the realm that belonged to the infamous Doctor. You didn’t fight him yet but you heard how he fought survivors. Electric blasts? The place seemed massive and long. You then remembered what you heard your friend say. ‘Come find me.’

“Quentin?” You called out, not too loudly in fear that the killer was around. When you got no response, you just began to quietly speed walk to the generator you spotted down the hallway.

You kneeled down, wasting no time in getting to work on it. The repairs came naturally to you. And when you were so focused on survival, you were determined on fixing this generator. The generator sparked and as you continued to fix it, it became more and more loud. At this point, you didn’t care if the killer heard you. You just wanted this generator to be completed.

Or at least you thought so, anyways. Your concentration broke when you heard a scream nearby, it must’ve been Ace? Your finger slipped and the generator blew up. Y/N covered her face as she rapidly stood up. You felt dazed for a moment and heard something sprinting towards you, you quickly turned around. You gasped loudly, holding your arms up in defence as you felt something slash through your forearm.

You let out a scream as the figure immediately stopped. Y/N stumbled a bit, panicking at the slash on your arm. The killer had been one of the Legion members. You immediately forgot about the rapid bleeding from the wound when you looked at the killer. It was Joey. He seemed frozen in place, immediately regretting his actions. He held his knife as he stared at you, breathing heavily from the fatigue he got from his frenzy. Joey wasn’t thinking straight earlier, he always had a temporary migraine whenever he finished his frenzy.

As he was about to reach out, a chair was thrown at him. It was Ace. He had a slash on his back from Joey’s knife. With confidence, he spread his arms out. Ace seemed somewhat pissed off too. Joey grunted and snapped his eyes to his direction.

“Come pick on someone your own size, pal.” He said as Joey switched the way he held his knife.

“Run, kid!” Ace yelled at you.

You looked at Joey before nodding and quickly breaking into a sprint. Joey watched you, feeling frustrated at his situation. He quickly began to chase Ace, wanting to hook him and find you as fast as possible. Y/N continued running and vaulting into random rooms. You held your forearm, losing more and more blood. Y/N eventually stopped running, feeling exhausted and lightheaded.

You kneeled down, biting your lip hard as you pressed your forearm into your shirt. It stung and the sight of your own blood was making you panic. In fact, you didn’t even realize how much sound you were making, breathing heavily and crying. When you heard footsteps beside you, you basically shrieked but quickly realized it was just Bill.

“Ah, shit.” He said, throwing his cigarette to the side. He kneeled down beside you and looked at your wound.

“Quentin, get your ass over here!” He yelled. You covered your mouth with your other hand as Quentin entered the room, carrying a medkit he must’ve found. How did he always manage to find a medkit? You didn’t care right now.

“Are you okay? I mean, obviously not but…” Quentin said, quickly opening the medkit for Bill.

“It stings.” You said.

“Who was it?” Bill asked, taking your wrist as he began to quickly clean your wound and mend you. You shook your head.

“I-I don’t know… he’s after Ace right now.” You said. The three of you heard the familiar scream of Ace in the distance. He must’ve been hooked.

“Not anymore.” Bill huffed as he wrapped a bandage around your arm.

“There was no alcohol or stuff in it, sorry.” Quentin said as you nodded.

“He’s one of the faster ones, though.” You said as Bill helped you up. He has his usual mean mug.

“We best split up and work on seperate gene. If you see the bastard, you better man the hell up and run for the sake of the rest of us. I’ll get Ace. You kids work on fixing these godddamn machines.” Bill said in his usual gruff tone.

“Yeah…” Quentin said nervously.

“Okay… got it.” You said as the three of you quickly ran in seperate directions. There was no need for small talk with no generators completed yet.

You ignored the pain of the wound. Not because of your objective but because he was here? What the hell were the odds of seeing him again? Why didn’t he just kill you in Ormond? Maybe, it was a deception trick? You didn’t know and it was starting you drive you crazy. He even shows you his face. His face! You never forgot what he looked like. You also never forgot how he felt, sitting so close to you and comforting you? You felt your face heat up at the thought but got angry thinking about how it just could’ve been a lie.

You walked back to your generator, quickly going back to work on it. As you kneeled down, you yelped as you were pried off of the generator. Y/N panicked as the gloved hand covered her mouth.

“Please don’t scream!” You heard the familiar voice of Joey say to you. You struggled but quickly stopped, curiosity getting the better of you.

You quickly ripped away from him when he let you go. You turned around, eyes wide and your posture tense. Joey tilted his head, taking in your features as his shoulders loosened. It felt so intoxicating for him to finally see you again. He pulled his hood back and took off his mask. You still felt on edge when he did so. Joey knew he didn’t deserve to act so friendly but still, he smiled seeing you again.

“Look… I know things look bad right now.” He began as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Bad…?!” You whisper shouted.

“I’m sorry, okay?! I didn’t mean to…! The Entity makes me and my friends go into this weird ass bloodlust state where we want you just stab everything in sight, I stopped as soon as I recognized you!” He explained, rambling a bit.

“Stopped, huh?” You questioned, mad about your wound. It was pretty deep. He sighed deeply, holding his head in frustration.

“Look, I could’ve done so much worse than that, okay…? I just, I’m sorry, okay?” He said.

“You don’t sound that sorry.” Y/N replied, you crossed your arms.

“Man, just bare with me, aight? I’m not used to saying stuff like that.” He said, clearly flustered.

You let your guard down and stared at him. Of course, you still felt extremely scared knowing he was one of the killers but he felt so… relatable? Funny, almost. Why was Joey even a killer? What did he even do?

“It’s okay.” You said after a few silent moments. He looked at you.

“Really…?” He asked, a bit dumbfounded.

“Yeah… it’s fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” You mumbled awkardly as he stood up straight again, putting his knife away.

“I doubt that but still… it’s nice seeing you again.” He said with a geeky smile. Your eyebrows lifted in surprise as you held your worst to your chest, looking around.

“I-um… why aren’t you trying to kill me…?” You asked in a quiet, awkward voice. It felt so strange speaking to other people your age. Quentin was fine but this was Joey.

Joey stared at you for a second. Not even he knew the answer to that question yet. Well, he didn’t but he didn’t want you outright tell you that he had a crush on you. He scratched the back of his neck and nervously looked around. He wanted to shoot his shot since he wasn’t sure if he’d see you again for a long time but he didn’t want to rush things and make you uncomfortable. Not that he cared, if this thing between you two was possible then he’d be as patient and respectful as he could.

“I think you’re cool.” He replied as you stared at him. You blinked a few times in both shock.

“You think I’m cool…?” You questioned.

“Yeah, yeah… you don’t like that?” He asked.

“No, I do, but… you’re a killer.” You said, your eyes wide with fear subconsciously as you looked at him.

Joey felt a sting in his chest with the way you were looking at him. But, you were right. He was indeed a killer. Fucking Frank, he thought to himself. If it weren’t for him and Julie pretending to be so badass, he wouldn’t be here. Although, he probably wouldn’t have met you. He deserved to be here for helping them kill that janitor. Joey knew it deep down but he wanted to preserve the image of himself he wished he had. A geeky Canadian teenager. Something he once was before he hung out with the wrong crowd.

“I know I’m a goddamn murderer, okay?! I wish I wasn’t but I had no choice!” He snapped. You seemed taken aback by his sudden outburst.

“I’m sorry, I…” Y/N stammered as he shook his head, sighing deeply.

“No, it’s fine… my bad. I’m just used to getting mad easily ‘cause of my friends. I dunno, you just miss social cues when you hang out with the same three fuckers.” He said.

You fumbled with your hands nervously and looked towards the waiting room. You thought for a second before clearing your throat.

“Um… wanna sit…?” You asked nervously as you pointed towards the waiting room. Joey stared blankly before looking at you, surprised by the suggestion.

“Uh, yeah, definitely.” He nodded eagerly as he followed after you.

You walked into the room and sat down on one of the chair, putting one leg over the other. Joey seemed much more confident when sitting, getting comfortable with his arms crossed and legs spread. You didn’t know why but you smiled at how comfortable he quickly got. Joey was a mystery, an interesting one to say the least. Y/N looked around at the walls.

“So… how are you…?” You say.

“Chilling, I guess… you?” He asked.

“Surviving.” You joke as he chuckled lightly.

“Sorry, I gotta ask… what do you survivors even do after the trials? When I first got here, I thought you would all be dead permanently.” He said to you.

“Oh, uh, there’s like a campsite? We get our own tents and supplies. We kinda just explore the woods and dreadfully wait for the Entity to choose the unlucky four.” You explained.

“Unlucky four, huh? Why are you here?” He asked you. Y/N shrugged lightly.

“Honestly, I don’t know… I was happy and free until the fog came. I’m starting to lose track of the days.” You said.

“Me too.” Joey said with a deep sigh.

“Why are you here…?” You asked nervously.

“Me? Uh… fuck. Look, I’ve been doing some self-reflection and getting in touch with like, emotions and shit. I know what I did was wrong but it was Frank’s fault. And Julie influenced his dumbass… if only they didn’t think they were fucking Harley and Joker.” He muttered.

“What happened?” Y/N asked.

“I—or we, killed a janitor… it was some older dude. Me and Susie didn’t want to but I dunno, I never thought peer pressure was real but… I guess I was just scared shitless when I saw Frank with that knife…” He said. You could hear the guilt in his voice as he leaned forward.

“And it could’ve been something we could’ve easily redeemed ourselves for but… that’s when the Fog came. I dunno… ever since I met you, I’ve just been thinking a lot.” Joey said.

“Me?” You ask as he looked at you.

“Yeah… not in a weird way but, you’re cool and normal… something I don’t find often nowadays.” He shrugged as you nodded, your heart thumping from how flustered you’d become.

“So, who’s this Frank?”

“Frank? Well, he’s my bro. My best friend, as you people would say. I dunno, he was kind of a loser now that I think of it but ride or die, amirite? Anyways, I always knew he was kind of crazy. And Julie too. I never liked her too much, she was always kinda bossy. Especially towards Susie.” Joey explained.

“Anyways, we formed the Legion. It was us four against the world for a bit. Quite literally now that I think about it. I think the Entity changed Frank… he’s more… violent now? Literally doesn’t even listen to reason anymore.” He said.

“Sounds like an asshole, sorry.” You said as he smiled.

“He is, don’t worry.” Joey said.

“So, that’s why you’re here? You got scared and were forced to do something? That’s such bullshit.” You said, looking at him.

“Yeah, I guess so…. I’m really nothing to be scared of.” Joey said before falling silent, holding his head for a second when he heard whispers in his head.

“Are you alright?” You asked.

Joey felt the Entity’s anger with him. At times, it was scary. He remembered what happened to Susie when she didn’t comply with what it wanted her to do. It just twisted her even more and made Frank into a complete monster. He shut his eyes tightly. Joey wasn’t making an effort to sacrifice anybody and the Entity was growing tired and bored with this trial.

“I’m fine, just fatigue is all…” He lied.

“But, um… yeah, thank you for opening up to me about that stuff… and for your gloves.” You said, smiling warmly. He looked towards you.

“You remember that?” He asked.

“How could I not? You’re still my friend. A good one, at that.” You say, grabbing his hands softly and standing him up. Joey wished he didn’t have his other set of gloves on so he could feel your skin.

“I was gonna suggest you drink some water slowly but… there’s none.” You said to him.

“Real smart.” He sarcastically laughed with a grin. You smiled too.

“Please, I literally forgot we were in hell.” You said.

“Oh, this is hell?” He asked, becoming a bit more bold when it came to flirting with you.

“Maybe.” You replied with a smile.

You frowned when he held his head again. Joey grunted at the sudden sharp pain in his head, a migraine worse than when the frenzy ended. You put your hand on his shoulder, watching him with concern as he grit his teeth. Why they hell was this happening now? Why the fuck did the Entity suddenly care so much? Joey knew what it wanted. It wanted it to hurt her.

“Y/N…” He muttered.

“Uh, what’s up…?” You asked in concern.

“I don’t think it wants us to waste anymore time.” Joey said, wincing from the pain and becoming more overwhelmed when the whispers grew louder. Y/N couldn’t hear anything.

“What? The Entity?” You asked.

“Listen, you should just… run, okay? Go do a generator or something.” He said before he cried out in pain after finishing his sentence.

“Joey?!” You asked with panic in your voice.

“Fuck…! Quit it, you motherfucker!” Joey yelled at the Entity, holding his head. You rubbed his back, totally unsure of what to do.

“I-It’s okay…! Don’t listen to it!” You said to him.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” Joey said to you when you suddenly felt a sharp pain plunge into your stomach. Your eyes widened as Joey stood tall, aggressively twisting the knife before pulling it away.

You coughed out blood onto his chest, clinging to his shoulders when you felt yourself lose blood rapidly. Joey pushed you back, slashing again at your chest. In that moment, he felt rage, anger, sadness, regret, shame, and guilt. But, the bloodlust he felt was even stronger than what the frenzy made him feel. He couldn’t control it. The Entity did. You wailed as you curled up, not expecting anything that just happened. Joey cleaned his knife off, putting his mask back on and lifting his hood.

Joey didn’t speak. He couldn’t even look at you when he picked you up. It made him feel even worse at how weakly you were wiggling. You punched at his back as hard as you could but you were ready to faint at any given moment due to the extreme blood loss. Joey shut his eyes tightly once he got to the hook, hoisting you off of his shoulder onto it. Your eyes shot wide open at the hooked sensation. The hook shot adrenaline through your body as you tried lifting yourself up, letting out a scream as you hung there.

He couldn’t even bare to look at you. Even in his crazed state of mind, he seemed ready to just kill himself. Why did the Entity do what it did? He just turned and walked away as fast as he could. Due to the amount of time you wasted with Joey, the Entity just decided to kill you then and there. It didn’t want to wait for any of your fellow survivors to come and get you. It was bored and hungry. Joey began his frenzy once he heard the Entity finish you off, deciding to take his anger out on the remaining survivors.

You slowly opened your eyes to see Yui watching you intently. She seemed surprised you were awake and brushed your forehead. Beside her was Claudette who made sure you were okay.

“You’re awake.” She said.

“Yui…?” You asked, disorientated.

“You did not last long, at all.” She jokingly said as you sat up. Claudette seemed too shy to tell you not to sit up. You winced.

Usually, it would take a few days for all wounds to completely heal.

“You guys must have had a rough trial.” Laurie said as she kneeled down beside you. You looked towards the other three.

Quentin, Bill, and Ace seemed to be in a worse condition than you. Multiple bandages and bloodied wounds. Your mind immediately went to Joey. What had happened? You winced at the pain in your stomach.

“It’s a really deep wound. Just sit back and relax.” Laurie said to you as you nodded.

You thought about Joey. You remembered your last interaction with him, how he seemed unwilling to kill you. What did the Entity do to him? Would he be like that forever? You teared up at the thought of it. Joey didn’t deserve to be here, he was just like you and Quentin. He was normal. You shut your eyes and hopes that maybe you’d see him again. There was a sense of heartache within you when you thought of him now.

“Heard you had an amazing fucken trial.” Frank said to Joey, congratulating him but Joey wasn’t having any of it.

“Fuck off, Frank.” He growled at him as Frank held his hands up jokingly.

“Too much palettes dropped on your tiny brain, Joe?” Julie asked sarcastically, sitting close to the fire inside the lodge in Ormond.

“The Entity seemed happy with your trial, Joey. Maybe we won’t have to do one for a while.” Susie suggested, twirling her knife.

“Probably for the fucking best.” Joey muttered as Frank stood up, tilting his head.

“Why are you so riled up, man?” He asked.

“Just leave it, Frank. Joey’s becoming soft.” Julie said, rolling her eyes.

“And you’re not? We’re in a whole different fucking dimension!” Joey snapped.

“Why would I be? We get to do whatever we want.” Julie shrugged.

“I thought that way too… when I was a fucking kid.” Joey said to her as she glared.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Frank questioned him.

“You guys are still so fuckcing delusional… we can do whatever we want, really?! Even if we weren’t in his shit hole, we wouldn’t have had money, jobs, or a place to stay. I can’t believe I was that fucking childish to think this was paradise.” He said to them.

“Where the fuck is this coming from then, huh?! You just had a good fucking kill sesh and now here you are bitching like a fucking pansy.” Frank said to him.

“Kill sesh? Maybe, I am a fucking pansy for not wanting to be cool and edgy for killing innocent people.” Joey said, inches away from each other’s faces.

“Innocent people, huh? Who’d you see there, Joey?” Julie asked, a grin on her face. She seemed excited from the anger.

“Nobody.” He quickly replied.

“Was it somebody from school?” She asked.

“I didn’t see nobody, now fuck off.” He said.

“Ever since that one Ormond trial, you’ve been acting so fucken soft. We all noticed, Joey. You feel bad for one of those survivors, don’t you?” Julie said to him.

“They’re not worth feeling sorry for, Joey. They’re here for a reason and we have to punish them.” Frank said to him.

“How the fuck do you know that? Did that janitor deserve it?! Did Susie deserve this?! They sure as hell didn’t and neither did Y/N!” Joey yelled at them. Susie’s face lightened a bit. She also missed her old life but was often bullied by Julie.

“Y/N, huh? Must be one of those newer gals. You like her, Joey?” Julie asked him.

“Skip of the tongue, bitch.” Joey muttered.

“Awe, you finally found a girl. Frank and I were starting to think you’d be a virgin for eternity.” Julie said to him with a laugh.

“Shut the fuck up.” Joey said angrily.

“Whatever, she’s not worth it. She’ll probably end up as the Entity’s lunch by next week. Sometimes it kills survivors for good. Just imagine what it would do to somebody one of the killers cared for.” Frank said, smiling when the realization hit Joey.

“Awe, Joey’s showing emotion for once.” Julie teased. Joey felt scared for the first time in forever. Was it true? Would it kill Y/N because he cares for her in that way?

“Leave him alone, guys. You act like you’re not a couple.” Susie said to them.

“Oh, shut up. That’s different, we’re a group.” Julie rolled her eyes.

“Fuck you guys.” Joey said as he stormed off, leaving the other three. He needed to check up on Y/N somehow.

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Your blog is awesome! I seen that you do an array of requests and I was wondering if you could do a killer matchup for me? No worries at all if you don’t have the time I understand 🖤 but if you ever have the time I’m a straight female, 5’5, long brown hair with green eyes, I’m kinda shy and have a big sense of humor 😂 I’m slightly punk when it comes to what I wear such as checkered shirts, high waisted black skinny jeans and vans/combat boots etc 😂 sorry if I rambled on too much! But thank you in advance if you have the time 🖤

THANK YOUUU SO MUCHHH!! and no worries, ty for requesting!~<3333 I match you up with Frank Morrison!

literally reading this i got Frank Vibes Okay

I feel like you would fit in REALLY well with the rest of The Legion!

to me, I don’t think Frank would be with anyone who doesn’t get along with the rest of his squad

which is good for you! because they would LOOOVE YOU!

i think Frank would be very interested in you from the first time you see each other

especially from the way you dress

he’s like

“Yep. She’s mine now.”

he’d be SUUUPER willing to hang with you, with or without The Legion

i also think Frank would try really really hard to get you to become less shy

like he wants to see you go ALL OUT!! ABSOLUTELY FERAL

but if not, he will (eventually) accept it!

and the rest of The Legion will love you either way!

Susie would understand the most! you guys would be like BEST FRIENDS

Frank would probably take you on walks, or show his collection of knives ( i totally believe that he has one if this isn’t cannon already )

and he’d show you like, the best place to stab someone

and “self defense” murder tactics

and “just in case, here’s the best way to hide a body”

those are like, his top 3 date ideas

and Frank would LOOOOVE when you make him laugh okay

“Damn I scored with this one!!”

i can just imagine like

you know when like 1 funny thing happens and it just escalates and like

literally anything that happens after that moment is the funniest thing in the world

i can totally see you with the rest of The Legion and y’all just LAUGHING UR ASSES OFF AT MT ORMOND 

it would be a great time fr

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Picture with me. Mt Ormond Legion gets the map. They see what they think is a new cosmetic of like a fur coat. They go to taunt. An actual bear rears up and looks at them. Legion bolts and does not want to be injured by a grizzly. Lets survivors know from out of stabbing distance of the bear.

[bless u anon for feeding my dbd crack needs. you didn’t say which legion you wanted so have some rat boy frank!]

swearing ahead! also ooc but what else is new lol

Frank VS bear: ficlet/crack

Seeing the mist fade as he’s teleported into a trial, the familiar chilly mountain air seeps though Frank’s mask. He spins his knife and hums in content, glancing around at the grounds of the ski lodge he knows like the back of his hand.

“Fuck yeah, home advantage,” Frank grins to himself, starting the trek through the thin layer of snow towards the far side of the map where his annoying little survivor prey usually spawn.

He cuts through a jungle gym, slowing down once he spots something through the window. Is that a fucking fur jacket? Frank suppresses a snicker while imagining which of the survivor pricks the new outfit belongs to. Maybe bird boy wanted to look even more like a caveman? Or the sleazy gambler thought it’d go well with his trashy fucking sequin pants?

He doesn’t get any answers, as the person doesn’t seem to be moving, just crouching a ways off from the window trying to hide. He knows his heartbeat range is tiny, courtesy of the Doc’s teachings, so maybe the fucker has spine chill? Frank sidesteps the wall, walking backwards around the corner so as not to alert the skittish survivor.

“Hey fuckface, the 50′s called--” Frank taunts, finally turning around and raising his knife, ready to surprise the living shit out of--

Frank’s grin drops as he comes face to face with a fucking bear holy fucking shit! The bear growls before standing up on its hind legs and roaring--

Frank nearly shits his pants and scurries through the window in a frenzy, dropping his weapon while fumbling through the opening in a panic. He bolts out of the jungle gym, sprinting towards the other side of the map as fast as his legs will carry him.

His heart is pounding in his ears and he has no idea if the bear is following him. Frank braves a glance over his shoulder and-- “Shit!” --trips over some inconveniently placed rubble, landing flat on his face in the snow with his mask falling off from the impact and sliding away on the icy ground. Fuck! Fuck! Frank looks up, frantically trying to spot the animal chasing him, but ends up freezing from mortification instead.

Not even five feet to his side, three survivors are crouching beside a generator, having stopped dead in their repairs to stare at him with varying levels of disbelief. For a few painful seconds Frank just awkwardly stares back at the familiar faces of fellow Ormondian Jeff, that tired bitch, Quentin, and wannabe Oprah--Jane? The silence is uncomfortable as nobody moves a muscle, the only sound being the slow putter from the generator.

“AHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Quentin, the little shit, finally bursts out and actually doubles over from laughter beside the machine. Frank feels his rage flare up and fuck that bitch is getting stabbed-- “Hey kid, you alright?” Jeff offers and approaches Frank, extending a hand to help the other up. Frank snaps out of it and springs to his feet, reminded of the impending doom of the bear chasing him. “Bear! BEAR!!!” Frank yells, grabbing the bearded man by the shoulders and shaking him violently. “Stop insulting him, you homophobic piece of--” Jane starts angrily, forcefully yanking Frank off of the artist. “No you dumb bitch, an actual grizzly! It almost fucking ate me!” Frank explains in panic, slapping at the woman’s arm until she lets him go. “What the heck are you on about??” Jane demands, rubbing at her arm where Frank landed a decent punch. “He’s probably tripping,” Quentin deadpans, having recovered from his laughing fit and now back on the generator. “You know, on more than his own feet,” he adds, snickering. “Shut the fuck up Smith--” ”Where did you see the bear?” Jeff asks with a serious tone, placing a calming hand on Frank’s shoulder. Frank recoils away from the touch in disgust. ”On the other side of the lodge, near... I think by the snow cannon,” Frank explains, wracking his panicked brain for information. ”Would you show me?” Jeff asks. ”Hell no! I ain’t getting eaten!” Frank protests angrily. ”Like it'd want your skinny ass anyway,” Quentin quips. Frank whips around, ready to throw fists, when Jeff fucking touches him again ugh-- ”We’ll try to spot it from the lodge balcony where it’s safe,” Jeff explains, reassuring hand on Franks bicep and shooting a warning look Quentin’s way. ”Jeff why are you humoring him? Surely it’s a trap,” Jane demands, hands on her hips and giving Frank the stink eye. ”Can’t you see how scared he is?” Jeff argues. ”I’m not fucking scared--” Frank starts, blood boiling and face heating up in embarrassment. “You guys work on the gens on this side while we check it out,” Jeff again interrupts his tantrum, leading Frank to the lodge with a strong grip on his arm. Frank doesn’t protest (much), kind of glad to be rid of the two bitches by the gen.

He follows Jeff to the second floor of the lodge, and soon they’re looking around for the bear from the balcony. Frank spots it, almost at the exact same location as before, frantically pulling at Jeff’s sleeve and pointing at the animal.

“Holy shit,” Jeff says, astonished. “Why did the entity put a bear here?” “I don’t fucking know! What the fuck are we gonna do?? I can’t kill you or the bear, I dropped my knife earlier!" Frank rambles angrily. “I don’t think you’re supposed to kill anything,” Jeff says, thoughtful. “You know, there’s only three of us in the trial today.” Before Frank has an opportunity to demand what the fuck Jeff is on about, the man says something that makes his blood run cold: ”I think the bear is the killer. And you’re... a survivor.” “Bull-fucking-shit I’m a pussy survivor!” Frank protests angrily. “And even if I was--which I’m not... why?” “Entity parenting?” Jeff suggests. “It’s probably sick of you being a brat.” “I fucking hate you,” Frank says, giving his dirtiest glare. “The second I get my knife back--” “Sure kid,” Jeff says and has the audacity to smile. “Now let’s go find the others.”

They find Quentin and Jane on a different generator than before. Jeff explains the situation, causing Quentin to, predictably, burst out in laughter.

“It’s not fucking funny--” Frank hisses. “Oh my god I’m so done with this entity bullshit,” Jane sighs tiredly, pinching the bridge of her nose. “What am I even supposed to do!?” Frank demands, crossing his arms and staring at the trio with barely concealed hatred. “You’re supposed to help us out with wholesome magical teamwork!” Quentin beams, clearly getting off on his misery. “Or y’know, get mauled to death by the grizzly. Your choice.” “Quentin, stop picking a fight and show Frank how to fix the gen. Me and Jane will handle the ones that are closer to the bear,” Jeff decides. “Fuck no I ain’t staying with this cunt!” Frank exclaims, mortified. “Works for me,” Quentin shrugs, ignoring Frank and merely offering a wave as Jeff and Jane take off.

After Frank reluctantly listens to Quentin’s half-assed instructions and crouches down to touch the generator in disgust, the annoying teen thankfully shuts up. For a while Frank tries his best to stay focused on the machine, his leg jumping in pent-up energy as his thoughts flutter between the threat of the bear, his rage for the entity’s stunt, the uncertainty of what’s to come after this trial--

“Motherfucker!” Frank curses at the machine as it explodes under his hands. “You know,” Quentin says absently, not even acknowledging his failure. “You should ditch the fugly mask more often. Makes you almost tolerable to look at,” he challenges with a smirk. “Maybe you should have it, fuck knows you need it more with a mug like that,” Frank shoots back without missing a beat, ducking behind the generator to hide a grin. His foot stops twitching and he realizes it’s much easier to focus when he has someone to banter with.

Later, when the stupid generators are done and there’s no sign of the bear, they regroup with Jeff and Jane (ugh) in an already opened exit. Frank grimaces as Jeff tries to give him some cringy heartfelt compliment, before flipping Jane off when the woman tries to start an apology. Jane huffs in annoyance while Jeff merely chuckles, leading Jane into the exit, both of them disappearing into the void.

“I wonder what’s gonna happen once you get out,” Quentin muses, leaning against the gate panel and not seeming in any hurry to leave. “You think this was a one-off?” “I sure fucking hope so,” Frank mutters, not eager to repeat this dumb practical joke of the entity. “You didn’t actually do terrible today, rat boy,” Quentin quips with a grin. “Says the raccoon,” Frank mutters, turning away as he feels his neck heating up from a single half-assed compliment. Where’s his fucking mask when you need it?? “Eh, raccoons are kinda cute. I’ll take it,” Quentin says, thankfully ignoring his embarrassment. “More like stinky and a pain in the ass.” ”None of those are mutually exclusive,” Quentin jokes, before looking back into the snowy map in thought. “Going back for your mask still?” he asks, with barely concealed... worry? ”Nah, Susie’ll make another,” Frank remarks, ignoring the other’s sudden interest in his well-being. “Maybe you should do this more often,” Quentin says. “Get rid of the mask and, y’know, stabbing. Might even make some friends.” “I don’t need friends,” Frank scoffs. He has his Legion, why would he want to play family with the survivors?

Quentin--smirks?--which is definitely not the reaction Frank was anticipating. Frank suddenly realizes he’s been standing way too close to Quentin for acceptable bro-range and the other is looking at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Frank feels his face heat up and an insult dies on his tongue. Quentin opens his mouth to say something, but seems to notice something behind Frank as his eyes go comically wide.

“FUCK, THE BEAR!!” Quentin yells and Frank bearly has time to turn around to see the massive animal come barreling towards them before Quentin is pulling on his jacket, making them both stumble and nearly trip over each other as they fall into the safety of the exit gate threshold.

[is frank a) a bi disaster b) terrible at making friends or c) all of the above? also where do i sign to let jeff adopt legion]

[ramble-writes]

Better With Practice

O lord please don’t mind me. It was a convo that I started randomly with @franks-mixtape over discord about our Franks and how weird their interactions are. It’s either some weird ass relationship, or chaotic af brothers of some sort... Or something else I dunno. This is going off the brother thing sooooo don’t mind me! *scuttles off* And thanks for letting me ramble about it bro.

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Breath coming fast.

Heart beating rapidly.

Legs forced to move faster.

Midnight black locks whipped at Frank’s forehead as he ran, emerald green eyes were nothing but a ring around blown pupils as his eyes scanned the darkened forest that whizzes by him. Boots dig into the ground and arms move like jackhammers to propel him forward. Teeth are bared as he pants for air, his heart loud in his ears as he strains to listen for what’s got him to run.

There, off to his right, he heard the sound of thundering steps running beside him. Frank vaulted over a downed log, catching a glimpse of the shape chasing. Large and big in shape, the slight glint of long teeth caught in what little light is breaking through the branches from the half moon in the sky, and vibrant amber eyes focused right on him while dodging oncoming the brambles on the ground.

His legs burned as he changed course with a sharp turn to his left at a large trunk of a tree. The thing behind him followed in suit, a growl reaching his ears despite the wind howling loudly. The thing hung back, not making an attempt to catch up any quicker which irked the raven-haired 19 year old. Raising his voice as much as his lungs would allow, he shouted over his shoulder to the thing.

“C’mon ya big bastard! I know you can run faster than that slow shit!”

That seemed to set it off. The beast quickened its pace, its own breath coming fast as it sped up that it was close enough to just snag the back of Frank’s jacket. But it didn’t. The rumbling sound stopped, meaning it jumped. He knew this by how the hairs on the back of his neck raised up like an alert and he did the one thing he was told: He drops down onto the ground like a rock.

The large mass of a creature sailed over him, but he snapped back up like a sprinter out of the blocks and pounced onto the thing. Hands were quick to take a hold of thick fur in a vice like grasp to hold on. The thing under him let out a snarl as it veered to ram its back to a tree to knock him off. But Frank was quicker than that. His arm wrapped around its thick neck and took a hold of the fur on the other side and yarded on it hard.

The beast yelped and its feet stumbled under its body. They both took a hard tumble to the ground, the wind getting knocked out of Frank when it landed on him along with his back connecting with the ground below them. Just because he took a hard fall, his grip on the creature didn’t let up, muscles locked up like the jaws of a dog. His legs moved to wrap around its waist the moment it rolled onto its side and his ankles twisted together to hold. It started to struggle, trying to stand to shake him off to gain the upper ground. This made Frank let out a snarl between his teeth that canines just barely poked at his bottom lip.

“Oh no you fucking don’t! I ain’t finished with your ass yet flea bag!”

It snarled as it did its best to twist its head around to snap at him, but his other arm came around to take a hold of his wrist in a lock and pulled his arms towards himself. Muscle under fur rippled at the sudden strangulation when Frank’s arm tucked right under its chin where less muscling is to protect it. The beast let out a choked sound before using one of its appendages to slap the ground a few times.

“ACK! Let go!”

“SAY THE WORDS DAMN IT!!”

“Mer-” A gasp for a breath. “MERCY!!”

A grin spread across Frank’s pale features, but as the rules go, his limbs detangled and let the thing go. It stumbled up onto its feet with gasps before looking at the smiling teen who proceeds to roll onto his back with arms tucked behind his head like the smug bastard he is.

“Lighten up Morri, I won fair and square. Your dumbass just calculated your shit wrong.”

Morri, as the now identifiable wolf, lets out a huff as he sat down. Thing is, the wolf’s form shifted to that of a human upon sitting. Same age, similar facial structure, but different in his own way. The now human Morri let out a sigh as he rubbed at his neck.

“Geez. Ya didn’t have to pull so hard like that, Frank. Any harder and you might’ve bruised something.”

“What. You gonna be a pussy about it? Your neck is literally thicker than my waist! You’ll live if you stop being such a bitch baby about it.”

That made Morri scoffed. Now thinking, even though these two just met about a month ago, it still was pretty weird as all shit to address him as the same name they share. Talk about parents with shit tastes in names. It’s why he says to just go by Morri, a shortened version of the last name they both share, or just Morrison. Either way, it was one way to call them both out if needed.

Frank glanced over, with the little light peaking through, he can see Morri muttering to himself. Of course, keen ears picked up what was said, but when it comes to his half-brother, he ain’t one to pry for information unless shits serious. His chest expanded with a breath, then let out as a sigh. He got himself up onto his feet, brushing dirt off from his ass and his back, then went over and held out his hand towards Morrison.

The russet-haired boy looks up to the other, amber meeting emerald before glancing down to the hand held out to him, to the hints of a tattoo sleeve of roses. Letting his hand drop from his neck, he took a hold and Frank took a step back to haul Morri to his feet with a grunt. Now standing, it’s easy to see the two are the same height. Many kids looking at the two would say they’re fraternal twins or something. Same name, same flaming jester skull tattoo on the neck, but whereas Frank is pale, Morri is a bit tan. Hair color was another thing. Russet to raven black. Though, the sibling thing was right. Same dead beat father that didn’t give two shits, but different moms.

Frank was only half of what Morri is. Werewolf. He couldn’t shift like the other, but sight, smell, hearing, and other things were enhanced. Morrison was full werewolf. Able to shift from human to wolf in seconds with, thankfully, clothes on. Other than that, they see each other as full on brothers. Who the fuck cares about the differences? They don’t.

“Ey, bro. You mind if I crash at your place for a bit? Clive is giving me shit again.”

Morri blinked at that, but nodded. “You know you’re always welcome. Swear though, one of these days I’m gonna rip the bastards throat out.”

Frank chuckled at that and looped an arm around Morri’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t mind that. Fuck. I’d even watch that happen. You wanna know what the fucker does with the checks he gets from family services?! He-”

“Spends it on alcohol. I know. Half the time I can smell it on you. And you’ve told me this, multiple times.”

Well that made Frank shut up. But he sighed and nodded. Morrison chuckled a bit, then rested his own arm over the other’s shoulders as they made their way through the forest to the dark street of Ormond.

“At least you’re getting better. The more practice, the better. Soon enough you just might be able to fight me head on,” Morri said, changing the subject. This pulled a slight smile from Frank at that.

“Yeah? Me being able to kick your ass without running? Siiick.”

The wolf listened as his other half rambled about how cool it’ll be to fight without any given leverage. Banter was thrown as they made their way to Morrison’s current foster home, acting like as if they haven’t been separate for 19 years. Safe to say, this felt normal. Like it should’ve been.

[writetxt]

5, 10, 19, 25, and/or 31 for the ask meme?? 0: 🖤 I was gonna say 1-35 but uhhh that's a lot lol

henlo i love u !!! 💖 ty for the ask! if you wanna ask more, please do!! this was fun! :”) 5. what’s the fic you’re most proud of?

not to sound obvious, but definitely two of a kind! it’s my longest word count and i’ve somehow made it... coherent??

10. what’s your favorite genre to write for?

i think of myself as a ha-ha funny man so honestly, comedy! i love making dumb jokes and for the longest i just liked making people laugh! whether or not i actually succeed is... irrelevant lol

19. do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

i suppose something in between!! i love me a good AU but i’m very fussy about characters being in-character. then again, i don’t always necessarily agree with canon.

25. have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? tell us about them!

haha, yes! it’s a running joke between me and one of my betas blue to make up the worst spin-off ideas– like danny and frank opening up a pretzel shop if they leave ormond. also, we literally shipped gage x jill so hard (ik she has one line ssh) that i debated writing out a whole ‘what-if’ about them!

35. ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

there’s a scene in chapter 23 that came into my head so vividly early on that it compelled me to write half the plot just to get to that point. i always say: “im so excited to show this to you!” but oh my GOD. I AM. READY. lmfaoo. oh!! here’s another fun fact: since this story will be the first time i’ve completed something book-length, i plan on publishing a physical copy for myself + my betas !! :)

[ziracona]

K, N and Z for the ask game??

K: say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms. N: three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or fandom of choice). Z: Just ramble about something fan related.

K: @solelystarling was the first person to make fan art for a fic I posted and has given me immeasurable joy. Is also a very talented artist who makes really cool stuff, and has a neat username.

N: For dbd, people to learn to seperate the desire to fuck a character with the deep burning need to stan all their serial killing, the racist smol baby Jake asian stereotype to die and be replaced by good characterizations that both aren’t gross and actually stick with his canon paragraph, and attention and love for the characters who aren’t white—especialy Lisa, Adam, and Tapp, who barely exist in fandom, and Jane, who has more visibility but 80% are jokes about how thikk she is and wanting to fuck her.

Z: There’s a lot of little cool things left not blatantly stated but easily tracked down in the paragraphs for both Darkness Among Us and Demise of the Faithful, which were super solidly put together releases. For a long time most of the fandom wasn’t aware Jeff canonically went to school with the Legion and was on friendly terms, and that Frank comissioned his first art comission ever as a teen and Jeff designed their mural for them up in Ormond. It’s also kind of incredibly horrifying his own mural is what got him and draggee him to the realm. While Adiris and Jane aren’t old friends seperated by about 20 years of life, there’s beat stuff buried in there too. For one, Adiris’s name itself means ‘fearfully’ which is just cruel, but deeply fitting, and while they only lay breadcrumbs and don’t spell it out, when people kept dying, Adiris literally while still alive tried to walk to the gates of hell itself to petition the gods, which is both metal as fuck and fucking insane, especially considering what the Babylonian gods were like. But in like, the most literal way possible. Not she did a ritual, she fucking was backpacking to the gateway to hell (believed to be in the Zagros mountains). It’s also canonical she believes the Entity is the Babylonian god of death and the underworld Nergal, and it is lying to her. (Also while not said outright, canonical in her offerings/addons in-game and super fucked up). There’s a lot of neat stuff just in-game people often seem to miss, too. Like, for some reason a lot of the fandom before her archives thought Lisa was an old woman??? (Despite her paragraph clearly calling her a young woman/girl?). Just because chunks of her dreads are greyish. Fun fact! That is actually something that can be caused by malnutrition and/or consistent exposure to the swamp water she was submerged in. Also, Lisa has human eyes as a killer, they’re just muddy and discolored. She /is/ missing an arm though and wearing a prosthetic. Philip does not have growths changing his body, he is wearing a mud and plant material based mask. You can see his skin beneath it in holes easily if you play him as killer, during the waiting screen before a match. Joey does not have a beard—he fucking drew one on in god-mode I can only assume so people who saw him would later fail to ID if his mask came off (and clearly he was right bc half the fandom draws him w a beard—truly, Joey is conquerer and has proven his galaxy brain was on point). Quentin is one of the only characters with a unique prestige cosmetic, as instead of just blood, his includes wounds on his face from the gauntlet. There’s a lot more! But those are some fun ones.

[petitelepus]

Hello! I’ve just stumbled across your blog and it’s so cool, I’m not sure if your asks are still open so I’m sorry if they’re not! But if they are and you have the time could I get a match up with a DBD killer please? I’m a 5’5, straight female with brown hair and green eyes, I have a full right arm tattoo sleeve and my style is kinda punk I guess? I wear band tees/checkered shirts, black hoodies, high waisted black skinny jeans and classic vans or combat boots 😂 I’m quite shy, have a huge sense of humor and I am a really big horror fan, most of my tattoos on my sleeve are horror icons 😂 sorry if I rambled on too much! But thank you so much in advance for doing this if you ever get the time 🖤

I match you with Frank Morrison aka Legion!

Okay, we all know that Frank was bad news to Julie, Susie, and Joey, but he is going to ruin you. He hadn’t seen you, but he had heard about you from his friends who had had control of the body and had managed to see you in action. They speak so highly about you so it’s only natural when Frank, the leader of feared Legion wants to see you himself.

Luck isn’t on his side and he keeps getting into trials without you so he takes the chance to his own hands and leaves the Legion’s base at the Ormond’s Resort and heads into the Fog, determined to find you.

He arrives at the edge of the campfire where some of the Survivors have gathered. His friends told him how you looked so Frank knew what to search for... but you just weren’t there!

Frank cursed his luck. Of course, you would be in a trial when he came all the way to there to see you.

“Excuse me but who are you?”

Frank jolted and quickly turned around and saw you standing there behind him. How does he know it’s you? You’re wearing a T-shirt of a band he had never heard of and your arm is covered in tattoos.

Speaking of tattoos, you immediately notice the skull tattoo Frank has on his throat and you brighten up immediately. As a horror fan, you can appreciate a good skull, but you don’t know this young man in front of you so you don’t start asking personal questions like who designed and tattooed it. Not immediately anyway.

You don’t know Frank and how could you? He isn’t wearing his mask and he hid his knife deep inside his hoodie’s pocket. His hand goes to the knife, but he doesn’t pull the weapon out just yet. You haven’t alerted other Survivors yet so he doesn’t have a reason to silence you.

“Uh... I’m Frank...” He introduced himself, “Who are you? I haven’t seen you around and I’ve seen everyone.”

“Oh, hi Frank.” You smile as you introduce yourself. Yep, it’s you, the punk woman that Julie, Susie, and Joey told him about. You point at his throat with your hand, “Where and who branded you? I really like the details on it.”

Realizing that you’re talking about his tattoo, Frank grins and pulls his hand out of his pocket and knife and starts bragging about his tattoo. You listen, more amused than impressed but also that. You glance over his shoulder towards the campfire and look at your new friend.

“Wanna head to the campfire? I could tell you about my brands.” You suggest, but Frank quickly shakes his head. “Camp is for losers.” He says and grins at you, a plan forming in his head. “Why don’t you follow me to my secret hideout?”

“There’s a secret hideout?” You ask, your cool broken by confusion. You were new so you didn’t exactly know everything there was to know. Frank used this to his advantage, “Yeah, and my friends are there also. They would love to meet you.”

“There are more Survivors there?” You asked with a raised brow and he nods. “Yeah. Wanna come and show us all your trophies?”

You think about it for a second. The offer comes pretty quickly, but you didn’t want to appear rude. So you smile and nod, “Lead the way Boss.”

The walk through the Fog is filled with idle chit-chat and you wouldn't notice the change in your surrounding if it wasn’t for the snow and cold air bringing goosebumps to your bare skin. You arrive at the Resort and Frank almost pulls you inside, but you go willingly because there is a firepit and it promises warmth.

You go sit on the large sofa that circles the pit and Frank hollers for others to come out. You rub your hands when you hear footsteps and see three more people joining you two. Two girls and a man.

The blond girl in jeans looked at you up and down and you could tell that she must have been a beauty queen back in school. Pretty in every visible way. The other one had long pink hair and she looked nervous at the sight of you for some reason. You note that she had a short skirt. The man, he was dark-skinned with light stuble and staring straight at you. He seemed to have some dark paint over his eyes like a racoon would have.

“Hello! Nice to meet you all!” You chirp and they all look at you with wide eyes and then look at Frank.

“Frank, what the fuck?” The blond yells and the man continues, “What is she doing here?”

You frown. You don’t feel so welcomed and you swear you had heard those voices and persons from somewhere, “You look awfully familiar...” You ponder out loud and the pink haired girl winches, “It’s no good, this isn’t good!”

You look at Frank and he is grinnig from ear to ear. “Calm down girls. She is here to stay with us Joey.” Frank says and you look at him in confusion. Then you remember where you had seen those three young adults.

They were Killers in trials, known as Legion. You realize too late that you had just walked into a wolves’ den. You get up from the couch and make a beeline towards the door, but Joey is quickly behind you and grabs a hold of your arms.

“Let me go!” You scream, but a knife is suddenly pressed against your throat and you still. Frank grins at you and gently taps the sharp edge of the hunting knife against your delicate skin.

“Sorry, but you’re here to stay. Welcome to the Ormond,” He laughs, “Don’t worry, we take good care of our own.”

They do, you find out later on. You don’t immediately trust Frank again and others are just as careful around you like you’re around them, but it’s hard to stay mad when Susie, the sweetie of the group, asks so shyly for you to tell about the stories behind your tattoos.

Julie is glaring at you for a long time, but when you mention things from the life before Entity, like concerts, events, restaurants or musicians she grows warmer to you. Later she does confess that it sounded that you were living the life she so wanted.

Joey doesn’t admit it at first, but he really likes your black and heavy boots style. It looks badass and he isn’t shy about saying it to you. You figure out quickly that he must be Frank’s right hand man by the way two of them talk with each other.

You grow to like them all, and despite holding a grudge to Frank, you warm up to him also but there is still a fear behind him. He isn’t afraid to tell you to go batshit crazy and join the Killers as Legion’s fifth member. He tries to dig out your deepest and darkest desires and much to your horror... You’re starting to give in and they look too pleased with themselves with it...!