#stabwoundslut

[filthysmile]

Made by @naivefrenzy

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

[legionsleader]

"You mean the world to me, babe."

         🎭 ➣  ACCEPTANCE. LOVE.  These two things are something Frank has wanted for as long as he could remember. A child alone in a room full of people. Abandoned by those who should have raised him in favor of stuff. Things. They didn’t even try to get him back. And, as he grew older and more bitter, he didn’t want them to. He could take care of himself. Family after family. But he was lonely. Bonding with no one but Joey- and even then, he had to leave his best friends for years as he was given up by his foster family and back into the system. He didn’t know that coming back to Ormond at 16 would change everything. But it did. It gave him Julie. An arm goes around her shoulders. Pulls the girl close as they sit close to the gated fire in the middle of the lodge. Days are endless in the Fog. He cannot count with certainty how long they have been imprisoned here with their friends and murder partners. It was satisfying in a way. Getting to kill without real punishment. Stuff like going to jail. The Entity had her own way of making failures at feeding her atone. But they have proven their worth. Dodged it so far. And Frank will do anything to keep his girlfriend from the wrath of an Eldritch beast. His head comes to lay on hers as they cuddle close. Smiles as she speaks. “You are my world, babe.” A rub of her arm and a small squeeze. “Every little bit of it.”

[fairviewfrenzy]

@stabwoundslut​ | susie and julie

It wasn’t her old materials, the good sketch paper and charcoals she’d steal from the art supplies section, but the preschool carried crayons and decent paper and when push comes to shove it’s better than nothing. Drawing was her time waster, her expression, her link to sanity. The bit of herself that she could still be even in this fog hell that the four Legionnaires had been dragged into, dirt under their nails and blood on their hands.

The memory of why and how they ended up in hell made her break away from her concentrated state, a colorful picture of Lucifer falling from hell stared back up at her from the paper, the best her memory could recall of a picture she’d seen in some book in the high school library. Paradise something. She’s broken away with just enough time to hear someone else in the lodge, though she had no inkling of a trial starting, so she assumed it was one of the other three. She was rarely called in comparison to Julie and Frank, and Joey too saw more action than her, so she stayed and tended the fireplace and did her best to not be in the way of the others.

When she saw Julie in the firelight, she smiled up at her best friend, lips tightly shut because of her braces. “Did you do alright? Do want anything?” Susie asked from the floor, where her art was scattered around her, legs wide to either side to give her space to work. Julie was once her everything, but she learned over time both before and now that she should focus more on herself. It hurt less to care about herself versus someone who sometimes forgot to care in return, but still Susie was kind enough to make sure the others were taken care of.

[heamatic-a]

new ask game send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the fuck i want 

1. While this quarantine has given me some time to draw and write, I’ve actually took up irl watercoloring which I find I enjoy far more than I thought I would. I especially like drawing space things and marine life. Here’s a few examples because I’m really proud. I’ve never done real watercolors before!

2. Do you know how dangerous Etsy can be? Seriously, it’s a pit for money during this quarantine. I’ve been obsessed with buying watercolors and ephemeras for my journal! But there’s this one watercolor shop that only gets this one palette every friday and I refresh the page like a dweeb whenever friday comes. So yah, stay away from Etsy. BAD! lol

3. I might add another muse to this blog, who happens to be Raiden’s baby brother, Fujin. He’s cute as a button and I fell in love when his trailer dropped. Not sure just yet tho, as I’ve yet to see how he is in the storymode and even gameplay, but that didn’t stop me from picking up Cassie so who knows XD

@stabwoundslut​

[mineheiress]

"i killed him."

            ♚ ➢ “NO.” Eyes swollen from the tears she has cried in fear, the pain of the slash in her leg that makes her unable to run no further. Turning from the slender hand that is soaked in her own blood. There is a slight tremble but this sight has unfortunately become familiar. Placing brilliant red against pure white snow as she turns weakly. Somehow she has made it to the last man. And with the trap door out of sight, she is left to the devices of Julie Harmond. “Please. I am the only survivor, the Beast will be happy regardless of the outcome.” Exhaustion makes her beg, the hope that she will be able to crawl back to the campfire and be healed by friendly faces. Start in another trial where the killer will not be ruthless, but the loving arms of her husband. It seems the cold face of plaster may have other plans. Eyes fluttering closed and turning away weakly from Death. 

[naivefrenzy-a]

anon said: ► three way kiss? Julie and frank and you? Feel free to add Joey if he’s up for it. Poly legion rights. - accepting!

she blushes brightly, green eyes wide. she wouldn't mind the idea, but she doesn't know about the others. she isn't even sure where to find joey right now.

" oh gosh, i dunno. "

she pauses, eyes wandering around the room for a moment, scanning to see if julie or frank are even around for her to follow this command. a quiet sigh of relief as she thinks she has gotten out of it by default.

" sorry, nonnie. i don't see frankie or julie..."

[filthysmile]

Irritation. It’s all he felt as sneakers scuffed the cold waxed floors of his new school. Hating the fact he was being forced to continue an education he had little interest in. But Clive was instant & if his voice hadn’t coerced Frank to attend. His belt sure would have. 

Pulling the strap of his backpack, he kept a good hold on it as he made his way to his first miserable class of the morning. The paper in his hand guiding him on as he dodged and weaved through students. Not caring much for the fact most of them where staring at him.

He was the new kid.  In a town where everyone knew each other.

Silently, Frank bit his lip as he approached his classroom. The bells ringing as he watched people file in. His chest felt tight -- A pain he remembered from all the schools he’d been pushed through. Having to remind himself that he might not be here long enough to make any real friends. Knowing deep down he’d probably end up dropping out at some point. 

Walking up to the front, he grumbled softly as the teacher greeted him. Being forced to wait until everyone had sat down so he could introduce himself & take a seat. 

Finally. After ten minutes of annoying chatter & having to stare back at his new classmates who’s eyes pierced him like amused daggers, he caught his breath & cleared his throat. Throwing forward an air of ‘un-amusement’ right back at them as he rolled his eyes & spoke.

『❛ I’m Frank.   ❜』 Short & poisoningly sweet, he let the teacher guide him to his seat. Throwing himself down with a huff as he openly ignored the ones on either side of him. The man on the left, far too obviously an obnoxious jock who Frank knew was looking at him like he was gonna be his next paycheck.

But on his right. A girl who’s soft eyes he’d seen since entering the room. He didn’t pay her much attention. Wondering if she saw him in the same light, or perhaps was only looking past. 

either way he was here now and he was stuck in this shit hole little town called  Ormond.

𝔹𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 // 011 -- @stabwoundslut​

[legionsleader]

"Frankie, can I wear your jacket?"

         🎭 ➣ THE JACKET IN QUESTION is Frank’s hard earned varsity letterman. A deep blood red with stained white sleeves, boasting his once team number on the back of the hood and the Trojans logo with the year printed ever so artfully on the back. This thing is one of his biggest regrets given sentient form. Morrison loved basketball. It was a distraction, an outlet, from how shitty his life had been. All he had been made to go through from one family to the next. But at the same time, this article of clothing was like a comfort blanket. Reminded him of a happiness he had lost until Julie walked back into his life dripping in noir.  Blue eyes turn to sweet tone as it calls out to him. It makes sense his girlfriend would be cold in the snowed in surroundings of their little lodge; long sleeves were rare for her. Preferring fishnet and mesh to layer beneath spaghetti straps and crop tops. A soft smile comes to dry lips as he stamps out cigarette on rotting wooden balcony and stands. “Of course, Kitten.” He removes his legs from the slots of the railing and begins to remove the coveted cover from tattooed arms. She is the only one he trusts with something so special. Draping the old thing so elegantly around her shoulders and pulling it snug at Harmond’s front. “There. Feel better?” He cups the curve of her jaw, draws thumb along the soft skin of her cheek. When he sees her, there is only love. Overwhelming. Entire. And he would have it no other way. “Also, can I get you something? Snack? Water? Managed to bang on Phillip’s vending machines enough to get some good shit.”

[fairviewfrenzy]

“ There’s a few smarties for ya. ”

  Susie perks up at the sound of ‘smarties’, sitting up off the couch like Dracula coming out of his coffin, the want of sugar to raise her mood made her hold her hands out to the former blonde, cupped in supplication to her best friend. “Juuuuules, can I have them, pretty pleeeease?” A comically exaggerated pout on her lips, pouting up at Julie that she’d perfected over the years to get what she wanted from the other girl. “I haven’t had anything sweet all day and I’m dying.” Even if smarties were the shittiest of candy, she never thought badly of them. Better than nothing.

[heamatic-a]

Send ☠️ to meet muses that I no longer play Jess. Misfits.

          Her fury is palpable, seeping right through her pores; and in the way her gaze is sharp and pointed at the girl with green hair — crossed arms upon her bosom, over her orange jumpsuit, full lips have thinned into an angry line. Having to pick up dogshit and scrape graffiti off buildings is one thing — it’s infuriating and humiliating enough on its own, but catching the culprits red handed most assuredly amplifies said degradation. ❝Fuck — you — seriously — fuck right off before I shove mah shoe so far up your arse you’ll be tastin’ dirt for a week. You think you’re bein’ funneh? S’not even good graffiti, an’ now I gotta spend all aftahnoon bakin’ in the fuckin’ sun cleanin’ aftah your bullshit.❞

@stabwoundslut​

[mineheiress]

❝ commence your grovelling . ❞

             ♚ ➢ THE KILLERS KNOW AS LEGION come from a time Maddy is unfamiliar with. A hundred plus years beyond her own. The fashion, the sense of person, has changed dramatically. Gone are the floor length dresses and out come women in pants. What she has come to known as a hoodie replaces cloaks. But what doesn’t change is the ruthlessness of people. Especially those the Entity has claimed as her killers.  Maddelyn had found herself cornered in an upper room of the lodge. A place, unknowing to her, had many a great sin taken place only a few feet away. Lust a permanent fixture of the room. Her heartbeat slams against her eardrums as she looks into the face of half of the pair that gave the room its notoriety. “Please.” She has no choice, does she? A juicy fly in a spider’s web. Arms coming to raise over her face. Prepare for the oncoming blow of sharp blade. Trying to calm the shudder of her sobs. “Please do not kill me. I know you must, for the Beast, but there are many a survivor who have escaped your clutch before. You have a choice to save a life.” If anything, she is buying time. Peering through the space up at Julie with fear.

[archedsmile]

@stabwoundslut / @juliegion / @horher / @peachyuus

La fièvre dans les yeux, oui, ça se voit.

DUA LIPA, ANGÈLE - FEVER (2020)

[filthysmile]

“That moment when your girlfriend finds you getting freaky in bed with her girlfriend...  who is also your girlfriend.”

@naivefrenzy & @stabwoundslut

[legionsleader]

"Hey!" Standing on tip toe of bulky black platforms, the smaller of the two comes to grab a fistful of Morrison's letterman, forcing him to turn to look at her. Quirking an eyebrow, Julie grins playfully at the crumpled piece of mistletoe she'd crudely taped in agape doorway the other night. It's a miracle it's still standing what with all the bad winds they're having, but she wanted to surprise him. "You know the tradition, right? Mistletoe?" She points at it, still beaming. "Gotta kiss me."

           🎭 ➣  HE HATES IT HERE. The forced puppetry at the hands at ancient Evil. A crude replication of a place he once considered a second home, further damaged by rot and weather than when they left it. As if mocking Frank that this place will never be home again. Personal insult. It makes sense- that the Entity would always want him to be on edge. Pissed and ready to take it out on the puppy chow she calls her survivors so she can go on too. A cigarette hangs loosely from frowning mouth, smoke curling into that endless white just outside the bedroom window. Fingers drumming, twitching as the more he thinks about it, he realizes he may never see the real lodge again. Not the real Ormond. Katy, even Brian, will be lost to time. Memories more than people. Digits still and fist closes to slam twice on heavy beam before Julie turns him. Eyes wide and unexpecting as thought had clouded his mind. A rare thing. But he can’t help but dwell on the fact that there must be a way out that didn’t involve a cease in their existence. A way he and his wife could have a family, a place of their own without the other two always hanging around. Where they only have to listen to themselves. But as he sees her, even startled, he softens and smiles. Plucks out the half finished cig and holds it down by his side. Laughing as he follows her eyes to that piece of mistletoe she found, put up on the door. He noticed it. But they hadn’t had the chance to act until now. “Hmm. Is that the tradition?” Frank plays coy as his free hand around Julie’s waist. Presses her body against his front as he pretends to think. “I thought it was like a sock on a door. Y’know, don’t come in, someone’s fucking in here.” A rub of their noses and a brush of their lips. Teasing before he shows all his teeth in a grin. That’ll likely be the case later on. “Alright, pucker up Kitten. Here comes your holiday kiss.” Fierce, solid, he crushes their lips together. Moans gently at the sensation of her soft flesh sliding against his skin. It is a feeling he cannot shake. An addiction he dare not break as his fingers dig into her lower back, flicking his tobacco away in favor of grabbing Julie’s face as he continues his onslaught against her mouth. Lips turned upward in bliss.

[naivefrenzy-a]

@stabwoundslut

bubbline time

[heamatic-a]

Emotional Baggage

Bold whatever applies to your muse canonically. Italicize the things that are verse dependent. Repost, don’t reblog.

been cheated on | been bullied | had your heart broken | broken someone’s heart | told a horrible lie | been betrayed | been framed / set-up | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | cheated | bullied | been publicly humiliated | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to a hospital | put someone in the hospital | had a near - death experience | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | been arrested | been homeless | been forced to commit a crime | died and came back to life | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | killed someone | been forced to kill someone | had an attempt on your life | made an attempt on your own life | lost someone | loved someone | watched a loved one die | failed to save / help a loved one | felt helpless | watched your world die / disappear | had your life’s work stolen / destroyed

gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured / questioned | been shot | been stabbed | been poisoned | been held prisoner | been trapped | been buried alive | been held hostage | held someone hostage | been stuck in a different world / universe / time | been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you | had a panic attack | had night terrors | been in a car accident | lost your job | lost a fight | had sex with a stranger | been divorced | been abandoned | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | been manipulated | felt used | manipulated someone else | had your memories / mind wiped / stolen or tampered with | been taken over by a hostile force | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been forced to smile | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying | been in denial | been denied | faced your demons

been cheated on | been bullied | had your heart broken | broken someone’s heart | told a horrible lie | been betrayed | been framed / set-up | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | cheated | bullied | been publicly humiliated | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to a hospital | put someone in the hospital | had a near - death experience | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | been arrested | been homeless | been forced to commit a crime | died and came back to life | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | killed someone | been forced to kill someone | had an attempt on your life | made an attempt on your own life | lost someone | loved someone | watched a loved one die | failed to save / help a loved one | felt helpless | watched your world die / disappear | had your life’s work stolen / destroyed

gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured / questioned | been shot | been stabbed | been poisoned | been held prisoner | been trapped | been buried alive | been held hostage | held someone hostage | been stuck in a different world / universe / time | been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you | had a panic attack | had night terrors | been in a car accident | lost your job | lost a fight | had sex with a stranger | been divorced | been abandoned | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | been manipulated | felt used | manipulated someone else | had your memories / mind wiped / stolen or tampered with | been taken over by a hostile force | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been forced to smile | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying | been in denial | been denied | faced your demons

been cheated on | been bullied | had your heart broken | broken someone’s heart | told a horrible lie | been betrayed | been framed / set-up | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | cheated | bullied | been publicly humiliated | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to a hospital | put someone in the hospital | had a near - death experience | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | been arrested | been homeless | been forced to commit a crime | died and came back to life | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | killed someone | been forced to kill someone | had an attempt on your life | made an attempt on your own life | lost someone | loved someone | watched a loved one die | failed to save / help a loved one | felt helpless | watched your world die / disappear | had your life’s work stolen / destroyed

gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured / questioned | been shot | been stabbed | been poisoned | been held prisoner | been trapped | been buried alive | been held hostage | held someone hostage | been stuck in a different world / universe / time | been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you | had a panic attack | had night terrors | been in a car accident | lost your job | lost a fight | had sex with a stranger | been divorced | been abandoned | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | been manipulated | felt used | manipulated someone else | had your memories / mind wiped / stolen or tampered with | been taken over by a hostile force | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been forced to smile | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying | been in denial | been denied | faced your demons

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