#reaperjoey

[filthysmile]

Made by @naivefrenzy

( @stabwoundslut , @naivefrenzy , @reaper-joey , @filthysmile )

[franks-dirty-blade]

Before the Fall || @reaper-joey || Closed RP

Angry cursing and the pungent smell of wet grass filling the noses of heated and angry teens. It was little to describe the scene that had unfolded as an enraged and violently vicious Frank left the scene of what could have almost been concidered a crime. 

His nose broken and bloody, Jersy torn and hair messed as he spat his curses and hex’s like venom. His rage seething and unfiltered as he left the Football feild and made his way to the mens changeroom. Livid beyond belief. Taking some tissues he cleaned his nose the best he could before doing a half job at patching himself up and leaving with his gear. 

“Fucking Pricks!” “I shoulda bashed that cocksucker’s head in!” He snarled as he stopped in the doorway, turning back to change into his regular dark ripped jeans and grey hoodie. Throwing his old jersy in the trash and pulling out a matchbox. Lighting it up and kicking it over. 

“I’m gonna burn this whole fucking school down one day.. I fuckin’ swear.” He grumbled, Finally leaving the locker room before anyone could discover him or the fire he started. Making his way to the hall just outside of the field he had been kicked off of. Let alone the team. Hoping his friend would join him. 

Taking from his pocket a ciggarette he lit it up and took a heafty drag to calm his nerves. He could hear the ruckus inside, but didn’t bother show his face as he pulled his hood over his head to hide the fresh black eye he had recieved. Muttering to himself softly as he leaned against a nearby wall.

“Hurry the fuck up Joey...”

[ask-vantablack]

Graveyard Shift || @reaper-joey || Closed RP || Starting Post

Vantablack smiled as they were invited inside, grabbing hold of the windowframe and vaulting themself over with their goods held tight in one hand.

"Huh... sure is quiet," they mused as they glanced around the rickety old lodge. Vanta crossed over from the window and set their care package on the table across from Joey. The sofa creaked in protest at they joined Joey, plopped themself down in a semi-comfortable spot along its curve and lazily set their feet up on the table before them.

It wasn't often the Ormond Lodge was so empty and barren of life. When it wasn't used in parallel for trials there were always at least two or three of the Legioneers hanging about the area. Having only one around, and that only one being Joey, was quite a rarity.

"Hope I'm not intruding on your personal time," they half-apologized, motioning to the device Joey was fiddling with before they had arrived.

[franks-dirty-blade]

One Last Kiss || @reaper-joey || Closed RP

Iron taste and a red smile, Two things he was all too familiar with. But never had he expected to see them on Joey’s face. Not like this.  Staring the other man down in confusion. Euphoria and the fluttering feeling of genuine happiness left him as he came to realise what was going on. 

This wasn’t some cruel prank. Joey had meant his kiss. But the reasoning behind why was what ached at Frank’s heart. 

Panic setting into his veins like heartwrentching poison, Frank collapsed with the other. Throwing himself to his knees to catch the one who meant more then the world to him. Joey was everything. His first friend. His first emotional connection. And now, he was about to lose him. Again.

“Joey!!” Frank Yelled out in fear of the other’s shortening lifespan. Ripping off his hood and throwing an ear to the other’s chest. Tears stinging his eyes as he shuddered a sob. There was a heart beat. Sure it wasn’t strong but it was there. Getting up he dashed away from the other’s side and burried himself in the horde their Legion had collected. Looking feverishly for the right medkit. 

“Come on, come on, come on..” Frank muttered softly as he dug through the pile, tossing aside what ever he didn’t need. Finally, finding what he was looking for; He got up and bolted back to the other, moving his hand to look at the horrific gash in his side.

“God...Joey.” He gagged softly. Injuries had never affected him before. But when it’s the person you love? the person who no one could ever hope to replace? It hurts. And Frank was hurting himself with every moment that passed. He couldn’t do this. But he had to. 

Pulling up the other’s shirt and jacket, he stiffled another sob and took a good look at the deep gushing wound. Taking a deep breath before opening the medkit and taking out the gauze. His hands already staining red with the other man’s blood. Placing the pad down on the wound he applied some pressure and bit his lip, trying to wipe his tearfilled eyes with the shoulder of his sweater as he did what he could. 

“I’m sorry Joey... I’m sorry..” “I know it hurts..” “I’m... I’m trying..” He spoke as gently as he could. Sucking in the pain that laced his every word and the fears that seeped from his very being. Removing one hand from the pad as he rustled through the medkit for a syringe and something to dull the pain. When finally finding it, he popped the needle in his mouth and pushed the pin through the bottle of liquid, then; slowly dragging it back, he took up as much as it could before putting the bottle down and taking the syringe out of his mouth.

“You’re gonna be okay.... God please be okay.”       

[franks-dirty-blade]

Mixed Tapes || @reaper-joey || From Here || Closed Rp

“What could i offer up in exchange for your pants...?”

Frank hummed in question, relaxed and balanced as he tapped the blade of his beloved knife thoughtfully on his shoulder. Just what could he offer Joey? What in this hellhole could Joey want that Frank could actually give him?

“What about... Uhh..” “Fuck man, I don’t know. What if i snagged your least favourite survivor next trial?” “I can bring em’ back to the resort and you can use em like a punching bag.”

“Does that sound good? Or do you want something better?”

[franks-dirty-blade]

Lover’s Quarrel || @reaper-joey || Closed -- 

Hot breath left lingering lips as he stood there before the other. Only having just parted before the other snapped at him for their earlier spat. Of course Joey had every right to be pissed at frank. But being the loose canon he was Frank wasn’t going to let it slide as easily as he normally would. 

He himself still enraged over a failed trial and the punishment he had received from the Entity for it. On top of which, being pushed away, then dragged and slammed into the same creaking and splintered wall only lit his already short burning fuse. 

“Of course i’m not going to FUCKING PRETEND” Frank snarled as he tried to ignore the ache now throbbing through the back of his head from how hard he had been shoved. 

“You should know better then to fucking egg me on after a shit trial Joey!” “You think i’m just gonna fuckin laugh it off!?” “You think i’m just gonna smile after the fucking backhand i just got from that demon fuck!?” He was livid, Seething close to a foaming point as he struggled in the other’s grasp. He hated being pinned, cornered and out of control of a situation. It only added heat to the fire. 

“Every time you guys fuck up a trial, I have to be fucking punished!” “It’s NOT. JUST. YOU.”

“Every thing you feel i feel doubled! I’m the FUCKING LEADER!” “So i have to take the brunt of the fucking punishment!” Frank screamed as he fought for some kind of control. Finally having his hands free’ed as he felt Joey’s head press gently against his shoulder. The strangeness of it like a lid to his volatile reaction. It did far from calm him. However it did silence him for a moment until the heavy hit to the wall next to his head caused him to flinch. 

Triggering something dark in him as his breathing became heavy and erratic, the feeling of tension and pain consuming his muscles as he lost control of himself. 

He was going into a Frenzy--

“You think i fucking like the pain i have to go through...” “You think i like being treated like this!?”

“ł ₣Ʉ₵₭ł₦₲ Ⱨ₳₮Ɇ ł₮”

[franks-dirty-blade]

Stay with me || @reaper-joey || From Here || Closed RP

Shuffling awkwardly, he stifled a sigh. Finally letting the sleeve of the other’s dark jacket go as he looked around. His own leather jacket abandoned to the couch as he stood there in his hoodie. Rubbing an arm tentatively, he finally took a step back and tried to breathe. 

Moments like this where the worst.  he hated to be alone with the thoughts that coursed through his mind. The darkness that consumed him inside. He wanted to break down, to scream, cry and lock himself away. 

But Joey was here.  And he was keeping his promise. Biting his lip he looked around and tried to speak though his voice cracked and betrayed him much like his emotions. Trying so hard to keep a brave face for his smiling friend. 

“I ... I don’t know..” “I just...”

“I don’t know Joey..”

[franks-dirty-blade]

Late Night || @reaper-joey || Cont. || closed rp--

Moving quietly as the creaking boards of the other’s room would allow, he walked over and climbed into the bed. Pulling the sheets over himself and curling in close to the form of his larger friend a tentative sigh leaving him as he laid there.

Hand gently smoothing over the fabric of his shirt as Frank rest in his own hoodie. Getting closer as the wind brushed so gently against what skin was visible from over the blankets. Causing the exhausted leader to grumble and shiver. 

“Mnh... It’s like living with Clive all over again..” “Fucker didn’t believe in central heating.” Frank complained gently, but slowly let his eyes flutter as they began to close. The warmth of the other so comforting to him as he let hands wander over the other’s side, soft and timid with every touch as he buried himself deep into Joey’s arms. Quiet muttering leaving him as he breathed deeply, taking in the other’s scent.

“It feels like it’s been forever... since we did this.” “Just... laid here..”

“I missed it..”

[franks-dirty-blade]

💕 bitch

Mixed Tapes || @askjoey​​ || Send A Kiss || Accepting 2/10

Barely entering the resort after what he would have concidered a decent trial, the Legion leader had only just kicked off his shoes and approached the circlet of couches when he spotted the other. 

“Joey.. You’re back fast.” “I thought your trial woulda ended long after mine.” Frank smirked as he watched the other get up from where he had been sitting and approach him. But as hands reached out to remove the blood smeared and perminantly smiling mask that was on his face, His own real smile faded somewhat into worry. What was Joey doing? Why was he getting so close?

“Joe--” He had barely a moment to speak out before his jaw was seized and pulled forward into a tender and suprisingly soft kiss. He couldn’t smell alcohol or weed on the other unlike normal. What was bringing this on? Parting lips momentarily, Frank stared the other down in a concoxtion of pure confusion and some strange feeling of euphoria. 

“Joey... Promise me you’re not drunk.” Frank sighed softly as he moved his hand to the back of the other’s neck. Dragging him back in for a more passionate and genuinly loving kiss. He didn’t care if he was going to get punched for this. It was worth it. Even if the voices in his head where screaming at him and telling him this was no more then just some cruel prank. 

“....Joey.” “Why?”

[franks-dirty-blade]

Stabbing me? Sounds pretty kinky

Silent Recording || Anon || Accepting

“I ... You ... ARGH!!”“JOEY! Come fucking help ya’ boyfriend out would you!?”“I don’t have enough knives to stab all these kinky fuckers with!”

( @reaper-joey )

[franks-dirty-blade]

Bro, you need to do what my shirt says.

Mixed Tapes || @reaper-joey || Accepting

“Slap you and call you daddy huh?”“Well fuck… I guess i kinda have to now don’t i Daddy.”

“I’ll smack you later though. Too many survivors still alive.”“I already gotta deal with your fuckin kinky ass, i ain’t dealing with theirs too.”

[filthysmile]

Striking the match against the box, he raised it like cheering a drink to his friend before tossing it down to the gasoline trail below. The flammable liquid igniting like a firework, it’s brilliant burning colors of orange, red and yellow trailing off and away. Racing towards the preschool. 

『❛  I hope he fucking pisses himself in fear. Every. Fucking. Night.   ❜』   Frank snarled, he had a special place in his thoughts when it came to the pyrophobic killer. And most, if not all where those of disgust and hatred. Cracking his neck, he unzipped his jacket and dug through the inner pockets until a satisfied huff left him. 

『❛  Here. Cheers!  ❜』   He laughed, pulling out an old flask. A familiar artifact in his life. One he had many years ago stolen from Clive in the real world. Unscrewing the top he brought the opening to his lips and took a heavy swig of the burning scotch before handing it over with a disgusted cough.

『❛  Fucking hell! How the hell did Clive ever drink this shit!?         It’s as bad as that inbred redneck’s moonshine. ❜』  

019 // 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖 -- @reaper-joey

[filthysmile]

Taking his sweet time to rummage through each of the vacant rooms, he pulled from old broken shelves all that he assumed they could use. Fingers gently brushing against the splintered wood of his doing. A grimace to the tantrums he’d many times let fly like the vile and short fuse that was his temper.

Grabbing a blanket from the shelf he set aside his thoughts and chose to avoid self reflections for the moment. Opting rather to relish in the gentle calm that had replaced the earlier storm of emotions. Walking out of the room, he embraced the comforting heat that radiated from the fireplace. Helping to keep him warm as he tossed blankets, pillows and other fabrics over the broken rails. 

Finally, as the water on his skin dried and cooled, he pushed a large mattress down through the broken out railing. One of the few good ones they had stolen from Lerry’s Memorial. Along with it, a phis treasured cassette player and what ever tape it had within. Making his way down the stairs, Frank got to work setting everything up. Eager to lay down by the fire and warm up before the night chills ripped through the dilapidated building they called home. 

『❛  I keep saying we should fucking patch that hole...          But then I remember just how good it is to look out of it..          Just wish there where some actual stars to look at.    ❜』   Frank grumbled miserably, laying himself down against the mattress with a huff as he looked to the ever snowing sky above. Watching as the flakes drift in so effortlessly before the fire’s heat melted them to nothing. Hands pulling closer his cassette player as he opened it to view the contents of it’s tape. 

『❛  Bring whatever’s left of that booze with you and one of your tracks!        Unless you wanna fucking listen to six hours worth of Abba and Kiss. ❜』  

018 // 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣'𝕤 ℚ𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕝 -- @reaper-joey​

[filthysmile]

Pausing for a moment, he hesitated to take a second drag from the smoke. Instead, letting it hang from his lip after taking it back, as he looked over to the other in dim lights from the house party. The reflection of the pool dancing along their skin and daring him to get lost in thought. 

However, as cold blue hues met the mismatched gems of his friend. He found himself being tossed back to reality and the conversation that was only just audible over the heavy ground shaking beats of the party’s music.

『❛   You can’t sell shit to ghosts. Trust me, If I fucking could. I would.        Anyway... I’m not that against parties. Wouldn’t have fuckin met Julie or even you n’        Susie if i didn’t go to em.   ❜』   Frank admit openly. Reminiscing about just how they’d all had met. Though, he knew of course it wasn’t because of Julie that he’d met Joey. But that was a secret he’d sworn to never tell and his loyalty to the man beside him knew it all too well.

Taking the cigarette from between his lips, he played with the stud in his tongue with his teeth. Not surprised when he couldn’t hear the gentle clinking from over the party and loud chatter behind them. Glancing back however, a sight caught his eye that caused the shorter of the two to laugh and raise a hand high enough to punch the other in the arm playfully.

『❛  Check it out Jojo! You’ve got yourself a fucking fan.   ❜』   He said through a small fit of smoke filled laughter, nodding behind them to the party and the deck doors where a woman was watching them from. Easy to miss with the leather she wore that only caused to blend her into the crowd of people. 

『❛  That six dollar tramp’s been watchin’ you all night,         probably lookin’ to hop that fucking wonder-dick of yours.          That or steal your weed n’ wallet... ❜』 

012 // 𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝 -- @reaper-joey​