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hugs-and-stabbies · 1 year
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from some twt suggestions ♥
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asklawyer · 6 months
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doodles
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corpusdekay · 2 years
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This wasn't supposed to have color but I went feral over bottle blonde Frank so...
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frank-a-mori-son · 1 year
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Hope you have a wonderful time with lots of tricks and treats!
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ansutamusic · 2 years
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the moment i saw that convo my mind immediately went to morrismith
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kibbygutzzzz · 2 years
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average date with quentin
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hello-dreamwalkers · 2 years
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Happy pride month, and I'm sorry I've been gone so long! Here's some spirit au Morrismith I drew at 4am bc I couldn't fall back asleep!
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artistictiliqua · 2 years
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hear me out. frank and steve simping for quentin but he fucking loathes the both of them
Honestly that's the ideal poly ship in my head LMAO
He hates Steve because Steve is, in the words of a post I saw a while back, "horror boy who gets sexily beaten up once per season and is the fanservice boyfriend material", and he hates Frank because Frank is, well, Frank.
And Quentin isn't even going tsundere mode, he just genuinely fucking hates them.
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madefordvarka · 2 years
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“You ever gonna stop being so fucking stupid?!”
Frank crouched down next to the Survivor, poking him with the butt of his knife. He was downed and injured and laying in a pool of his own blood but somehow he’d managed not to pass out yet.
The kid was tenacious, Frank would give him that- but he was also an absolute fucking moron.
He was selfless to a fault.
He'd die because he’d take reckless hits for his teammates in an attempt to protect them.
He’d throw himself in front of the Killer to keep his friends safe, and by the end of a trial he’d be held together with bandages and what Frank could only assume was pure spite with the deep wounds that decorated his flesh.
This Survivor always looked exhausted and in pain and normally it wouldn’t bother him.
But for some reason it did.
The way the Survivor looked and acted hurt his heart, and made his stomach churn.
Frank almost never felt this level of empathy for other people.
Maybe it was his fucked up handle on his emotions, or maybe it was because of her but he never really felt much of anything anymore except anger.
And while he did feel angry about this kid, it burned in his chest like some fucked up version of yearning. It felt like a longing to protect him because he just wouldn’t protect himself.
Even worse, Frank couldn’t protect him, either.
Even if he wanted to he was programmed to kill- no matter what happened he had to kill the Survivors. The Entity wouldn’t let him protect them, and besides.
Who was he even protecting this Survivor from?
Himself?
It wasn’t like he could just waltz in to the fucking trials and get the Killer’s attention. He hardly even saw the other Killers besides his Legion. There wouldn’t be any way for him to get into a trial with anyone that wasn’t supposed to be there with him.
And right now…
“Why do you care?”
Frank’s attention ripped from his thoughts, gaze finding the body crumpled on the ground.
He was staring up at him with his nose wrinkled, features settled into the fiercest glare he’d ever seen it twisted into.
“What?” Frank asked, rocking on the balls of his feet. He felt himself tilting his head to the side, not really realizing how he was reacting until he already had.
“You’ve gotta kill me anyways, why’s it matter if I make it easier for you?!”
Frank let out a sigh, stabbing his knife into the frozen ground.
He couldn’t just tell him why he was having this moral quandary, but thankfully Frank Morrison was an excellent liar.
“It’s less fun- I want to hunt you,” He answered, drawing out his words like he found the idea amusing, “I like the fear.”
Frank watched the Survivor’s face as his features softened- he was slipping out of consciousness, and it was absolutely terrifying.
Frank could feel the panic bubbling in his chest, knowing he needed to do something quickly to stop him from bleeding out in front of him.
He had to make a decision, his thoughts becoming jumbled and foggy as he found himself calling out to him in a strangled cry.
“Quentin!”
The Killer lurched forward, scooping the body up in his arms and pulling it to his chest.
He felt Quentin’s fingers curling into his jacket, cheek pressing into his shoulder, and Frank let out a sigh of relief.
“Hah, I knew it,” Quentin whispered, “You care about me.”
Frank pretended to ignore his words, forcing himself to stand up and carry him towards the familiar thrum of the Hatch.
His score was going to suffer because of this- torture would almost definitely await him and his friends when he returned from the Trial.
But Frank Morrison was also selfish.
He was selfish and heartless and didn’t care for anyone but himself.
So he knelt down next to the Hatch, and gingerly placed Quentin beside it.
“Get out, and stop being so fucking dumb.”
Quentin smiled.
It was a weak, soft smile that sparkled in those exhausted fucking baby-blues and admittedly Frank had never seen someone smile at him like that before.
He forced himself to ignore the way his heart flipped in his chest as Quentin uttered a soft okay and disappeared through the Hatch.
Frank stood to slam the Hatch closed with his foot, before sitting himself down on top of it and pulling off his mask.
His breath came in ragged gasps, attempting to calm himself and ride out this intense wave of emotions.
He was fucked.
Fucked.
Absolutely fucked.
And even though the punishment was terrifying- the way The Entity would tear apart his soul, and sloppily piece it back together just for a single instance of compassion.
Somehow?
For Quentin?
It felt worth it.
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thr3ap3r · 2 years
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Writers! Give me your four fave scenes from your four fave fics! Here's mine! Fics they're from!
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asklawyer · 6 months
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halloween sketchin’
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corpusdekay · 2 years
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speak of the morrismith fic
Oh boy anon, here we go
So it's a murder mystery type thing that takes place in college. Not every character will show up, but the general idea is that most of the killers are professors (excluding, the Pig, and the members of Legion for sure. They're students.)
Frank throws a party and invites Quentin, who he's kind of been friends with for a while but hasn't brought around the others yet. Of course this is ruined when a body is found. The first of many.
I'm going off the idea that Quentin gets some kind of power/sixth sense from his time stuck in the dream realm with Freddie, and he uses it to try and solve these serial murders. At this point every member of Legion is either thinking, "fuck yeah, let's get some vigilante justice" or, "oh, god, this dude is gonna get himself killed if we don't help." So they all end up working together and becoming pretty close friends in the process.
Somewhere down the line Frank realizes he's developing a big fat crush on Quentin, so there's gonna be a lot of puppy-eyed Frank following Quen around while Quentin is too caught up in things to notice that he's also developing a big fat crush on Frank. (That all comes to a head when Quentin ends up in some serious trouble and Frank comes to his rescue.)
I haven't quite figured out who I want the killer to be yet, but I've got the first few chapter planned out!
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frank-a-mori-son · 1 year
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What do YOU guys think of the whole Frank and Quentin relationship? Is the killer/survivor thing weird to you?
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"It's a foolish notion... A recipe for disaster really, but I suppose even the Entity enjoys a novelty snack every now and then... Great source of blackmail material though, if a little too cliché." "I doubt Michael even truly knows who they are, let alone cares"
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ansutamusic · 2 years
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the morrismi the morrismith something something HES GOT A CRUSH ON FRANK!!!!!!
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criohfreeze · 1 year
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LMFAO okay, so I keep seeing Morrismith posts and I don't ship it, so all I keep thinking in the back of my head is:
Frank: So wyd after this trial? ;)
Quentin: not you.
OR, OR, for my Harringsmith shippers,
Frank: So wyd after this trial? ;)
Quentin: Steve.
[Frank was too stunned to speak]
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