"Alright you've slept long enough. Wake the fuck up dipshit!!! We got a new killer coming to the realm!" -poking the other frank with a stick- "wake up. wake uuuuuup." [Franks-Mixtape]
"So... Sally.... I fell and busted my knee open... do you happen to have a band-aid?? Susie used all of ours to put on one of her damn masks..." [Franks-Mixtape]
"...and since your knee is "busted open", this is going to need more medical attention, we don't want your wound to turn into something worse if you just want a "band-aid", right? yes we don't want"
"Soooooo Johnson... what do I gotta to do make ya hand over all the pictures you've taken of me?" [Franks-Mixtape]
"Frankie, dearest." His tone was somewhat a mix of mocking the teen , a slight threat and trying to be genuine. A weird mixture only a man as weird as Danny could muster.
"There is nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, you could do that would make me hand out any of the things I have about you or your little friends. Rest assured, I don't hand my things out to anyone, all your precious pictures are safe with me. <3"
"God I hate you. I hate your pretty hair... I hate your big fucking boobs... I hate your stupid handsome face.... I just wanna push you over and hit you repeatedly." [Franks-Mixtape]
The Ghostface is used to hate at this point. Survivors hated how invasive he was when he conducted his field studies on them, killers hated when he crossed over into their territories for his investigations... But this? This barely constitutes as hate. It's just a bunch of thinly veiled compliments and it leaves Danny far more interested than if it was just the run of the mill disdain for his... Everything.
"Then why haven't you? Sounds to me like you're too distracted by my pretty hair, big tits and stupid handsome face." There's an aura of smugness wafting off of him that's almost as potent as his cologne, and there's a smirk underneath his mask. Who knew that answering his door would bring this?
"Happy Birthday beautiful~ How about some birthday kisses for the birthday girl~?" [Franks-Mixtape]
Kate let her fingers dance up the letterman, a faint grin on her face. "Now, that's certainly a nice gift t' get." And she certainly was not one to turn down kisses.
Those fingers skimmed along his neck, cupping Frank's cheek, before she pressed up onto her tip toes and let her lips meet his own.
Birthday gifts were all fine and dandy, but what Kate preferred were ones that let her have some memories, or some sort of contact with another. Some sort of physical contact.
So errr, this puppet series huh? I love it <3
There's mainly doodles of Frank and Eddie, but I tried to draw the girls and also design an OC for it- planning on doing more art of them!!
What if the sky and the stars are for show
And the aliens are watching live
From the purple matter?
Sensei went quiet then violent
We sparred until we both grew tired
Nothing mattered
Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh, oh
Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh
My God, giving me pleasure
Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
Pleasure over matter