#castletm

[am4zon]

❝ And, do you believe in redemption? ❞

Does Diana? Where once anger would have been emphasized in her voice, now she is simply tired. This world, humanity, rejects the very notion of peace, rejects the very principle that inspires Diana to awaken each morning. She is a believer and all around her are those who detest that which she would worship. Perhaps love should sound futile to a woman with a broken heart, but Diana always has been persistent.

She reaches her left hand out, as though offering him a choice in whether or not to surrender the weapon.

❝ Or are the men behind the trigger you pull beyond such curtesy? ❞

@castletm ) sc.

#castletm #writing.

[roseguided]

already, she's a little suspicious. it's almost like a self protective measure against new people. ❛ what do you want, exactly ? ❜

[ * @castletm liked for a one-liner. ]

#castletm #muse: wanda maximoff #feel free to expand x

[goldshadows]

@castletm / fresh new sc

she shouldn't be here. & hearing voices was enough of a sign for her to find a hiding spot - and so she did. crammed into an old closet, the door is closed with a creak. only left open a crack so she could peek at what was going on. knees close to her chest as the situation outside seems to escalate. covering her ears with both hands, she can see people struggling every now and then when they pass her limited point of view. after what feels like an eternity, it seems to quiet down. is it over ? are they ... gone ? she's about to check when a body lands with a heavy thud in front of the closet, causing her to gasp and squeal in surprise and shock. hands immediately move to cover her mouth, hoping she hadn't given herself away. the hope fades when the door is opened abruptly and she spots a man staring at her. the girl winces, cowering and trembling in the corner of the closet as tears well up in big, brown eyes. " i ... i didn't see anything, i promise. "

#castletm #little talks. / conversations‚ jami.

[bravevolunteer]

@castletm // continued from here

TO SAY MICHAEL ISN'T USED to being defended would be a clear understatement— he's grown accustomed to the fights, often the one to instigate, push back, or throw the first punch himself ( sometimes it feels like he doesn't know anything else but how to harm, how to bite— it is what most of his life has taught him to rely on, though that rarely stops the guilt that follows kneejerk reactions ). He is used to the looks of disgust and the insults people sling at him ( crazy, disappointment, fuck-up, murderer ) and he is even used to when he lets a punch hit, the burning sensation of deserved malice stinging against skin. But he is not used to being defended. Of course he assumes he did something to cause the intervention, brows furrowed as he stares at the way Frank laughs and downs the whiskey ( despite the way he hates the smell, reminds him of how it would sink into the walls of the house, he could also use a drink ). He doesn't feel very young ( and technically, he isn't, now on the edge of adulthood... of getting out of here ), but he gets what Frank means— supposes he looks it, even with the blood drying on his knuckles and from his nose.

"Yeah, sure, 'cept I'm not innocent," He responds before he can bite his tongue, leaning back with a sigh ( fumbling with the fabric of his jacket sleeve and resisting the urge to reach into his pocket for the pack of cigarettes weighing it down ). "There's a reason I got in that fight, so... you could let it slide next time." Michael doesn't mean it, not really, but how else could he possibly react? How does he begin to admit that someone being on his side for once feels good? "They were assholes, yeah. It's not like I was much better."

#⁂ ･ﾟ: and through it all the rise and fall the bodies in the streets ➛ in character #castletm #⁂ ･ﾟ: do you ever think of me and my two hands and wonder why? ➛ queue #insane about this hello?

[espercr]

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 ( accepting ! )

@castletm said : ❝ vanilla vodka . . . you fucking child . ❞

❝ look - it's all i have left from the party , so either suck it up or give it here , ❞ one of her freckled arms extends toward the bottle , unable to reach . she wiggles her fingers , ( drawing attention to the fact they're painted baby blue , yellow , & chipped to high hell . ) the gesture inviting frank to slide it toward her from across the table . ❝ -- this child has had WAY too long a night to care what you think , ❞

#castletm #✶ make my messes matter ✶ ( v ;; marvel ) #✶ order up ! ✶ ( answered ) #alcohol mention tw

[nuuuuurse]

“i think you were awfully brave.” said @castletm

hands still shaking with dried blood, heloise will glance up from where she curls up in a hospital blanket, will search in the eyes of the man before her any comforting sign that the worst has passed. breathing heavy and hair disheveled, her clothes are still coated in scarlet blotches.

i could've saved him. i just needed more time. i could've saved him--

she is used to death. she is used to tragedy -- and yet, it all happens within the pristine, confined walls of a hospital or clinic. this was different. this wasn't planned, and heloise hates when she cannot predict an outcome. not being able to predict an outcome can cost a human being their life.

and it did. today, it did.

" i ... i tried my best. if i had had access to the paramedics sooner -- " the police managed to get inside the building far too late, and even though they captured most of the masked assailants who attempted to rob the bank, it was still too late to save the security guard whose spine was pierced by a bullet. and he bled out, right in her hands, and his blood still stains her skirt and her jacket, and her heels feel sticky as she tries to stand up, but fails.

" i wasn't brave. i simply did what i could ... it's my job, i was the only one inside with any medical knowledge, " it wasn't enough. you've always been so talented at beating yourself up over for not being good enough, hel " i could've saved him ... i should have. "

#castletm #blood tw #tysm for this my friend!!!

[survivorofhellskitchen]

[  LICK  ]  *  frank muse eats karen out. (HI U DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER THIS DON'T MIND ME NO PRESSUR-)

@castletm

Fourteen months. It had been fourteen months since they had said wordlessly said goodbye. Fourteen months since he told her he didn't want her. Fourteen months since he told her to walk away. And she tried...God did she try...

But it wasn't easy, especially when traces of Frank were scattered across the city. For eight months, Karen stayed away, stayed out of it...there were reports that Frank Castle had been shot, rumors that swirled throughout the city like a whirlpool, but she'd been able to confirm it...she saw the video and her worries got the best of her and once again the blonde began actively digging in Frank Castle's life.

It wasn't easy, but finally, after months of pleading for information from the only connection Karen could find between Frank's old life and the one he was living now, Curtis gave in and told her about the location of the RV.

A knock was given, a silent plea to just open the door, until finally there's a click and once again Karen was standing face to face with The Punisher.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Was the first thing said before she's allowed to to step inside the old camper. Questions are asked and diverted. Concern is given and brushed off. Words become more frantic and soon enough their heated exchange comes, only this time it's met by Frank crossing the room towards her.

She's not sure who kisses who first, all she knows is, his lips are soon on hers . Hands travel across his chest then move to his hair as he walks them back to an old worn down mattress in the back of his hideout. When he lays her down her hands reach for him, though her request to touch him goes unanswered because he clearly has other intentions, which she lets happen.

His mouth was magic, gentle yet a deep hunger was traceable in each movement he made between her legs. Fingers quickly go to his hair, twirling and tugging his hair as he works.

"Frank," Karen hisses minutes later, the tension between her hips getting stronger and stronger. A small cry comes as she arches her back, her lips quivering as her hips buck upwards, letting out another sound of pleasure. "F-Frank...Frank I-...please!"

#castletm #//nsfw

[muutos]

updated blogroll!

@muutos

@trapton

@castletm

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#𝐢. . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 › out of character ]

[goldshadows]

@castletm / elle sc.

so, maybe she shouldn't have gone in alone. but morgan and hotch were still minutes away and she wasn't gonna risk the suspect getting away. steady hands keep her gun held out in front of her as quiet steps carry her through the hallway. open door to her left, she mentally prepares herself for the encounter. she turns and - " FBI. put your hands up ! "

#castletm #frank what did you do now. #little talks. / conversations‚ elle.

[rabidlamb]

@castletm asked: the punisher

favorite male character: frank castle

favorite female character: amy bendix

least favorite character: karen page

prettiest character: dinah madani

funniest character: curtis hoyle

favorite season: season 2

favorite episode: the episode where frank reassures amy that she didn’t kill the person.

favorite romantic ship: frank castle x microship and another one... you know lol

favorite family ship: frank castle x curtis hoyle

favorite friend ship: frank castle x dinah madani

worst ship: frank castle x karen page

[scarsmaskedarchived]

castletm asked: “when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

meme. 

If only Frank knew how much Billy wanted that, despite the circumstances.

He’d give anything to go somewhere nice and forget all the shit that’s happened. 

Maybe they’d be able to take Rawlins together. If Frank would be willing to forgive him. Billy likes to think that he’d understand his situation, but there’s a part of him that doubts it.

There’s a soft laugh from his mouth, his breath coming out in the form of a cloud once it hits the cold air. “Yeah, yeah I think I’d like that. Feels kinda fitting, huh? Like old times.”

@castletm

#hope this is okay #castletm #v;s1

[favdream]

❝                        DON'T FEEL BAD FOR THEM .   they deserved it .     ❞          the wind is inert outside, and the night ignited by frostworks, teeth of ice biting flowers into the sky .   under the mask , a ting of red adorns round , youthful cheeks , the chill of rivergrove's winter leaving marks on her skin .  at her feet , a pool of crimson , which lied abandonned , forgotten .   ADDISON DOES NOT LINGER ON IT , DOES NOT PAY ANY CLOSE ATTENTION TO IT , EYES ON THE MAN BEFORE HER .  she's built high , meticulous walls between her and guilt , refined her avoidance of regret into a scripture that she adheres to with the single-mindeness of a fanatic .   an unnatural child , many would say   /   A WOUNDED ONE , SHE WOULD ARGUE .

          the first kill had been the difficult one ,          morality and regrets catching up on her after anger and rage had subdued .   she had been horrified by the things she'd done , by the blood she had spilled in the name of friendship .   'NICK WOULDN'T WANT THIS' , she had convinced herself , until the boy himself told her otherwise , congratulating her on making the difficult but right choice .   now that she had killed her fair share of opponents   (   of criminals , one might say   )   she felt no remorse , knowing that so long as others agreed she was good there was nothing to worry about .   she was , in comparison to the men she killed , virtuous , brave and above all good and fair  .   however , she was still worried about one thing …          ❝     are you going to tell the police  ?     ❞

@castletm​          ›         liked this for a starter !

#castletm #» ° ♡ ― VOLUME I / / NO CRIME GOES UNPUNISHED ‚ NO CRIMINAL WALKS AWAY . ❞ #ic . #i hope this is okay !

[survivorofhellskitchen]

Rate your muse's traits 0-10! Repost and rate your muse's traits, then tag your followers.

Compassion: 9/10 Bitterness: 4/10 Happiness: 5/10, (how can she let herself be happy when her brother and mother are gone?) Politeness: 7/10 Chivalry: 8/10 Pride: 5/10 Honesty: 7/10 Bravery: 6/10 Recklessness: 6/10 Ambition: 9/10 Loyalty: 10/10 Love: 8/10 Sense of family: 0/10 before Matt and Foggy 8/10 after Attractiveness: 9/10 (She doesn't believe so though) Agility: 6/10 Sex drive: 6/10.

Tagged by: Stole it Tagging: @prettytm @wardogsong @castletm @heroicpaths @leomhdiabhal @aliterary @ascnsion @lamentingwclf @devilinareddressx @ruinedmyself and YOUUU

#//Dear reader the greatest of luxurious is your secrets...Headcanon

[muutos]

blogroll:

@muutos . (high activity) @trapton . (medium activity) @castletm . (medium activity) @fnchy . (low activity)

#boops #𝐢. . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 › self promo ]

[symbiiotic]

𝐼𝑇 𝑀𝐴𝑌 𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝑅𝑂𝑁𝐺 𝐷𝐸𝐶𝐼𝑆𝐼𝑂𝑁, 𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝐹𝑈𝐶𝐾 𝐼𝑇, 𝐼𝑇’𝑆 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐸.    /      @castletm​​

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐇𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐀  𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇.  ❝  Shit,  man,  if  that  ain't  the  story  of  my  life.  ❞  Relationships.  Jobs.  Aliens.  He's  got  a  damn  running  record  as  long  as  his ��arm  for  bad  decisions,  and  yet  somehow  he's  still  standing,  so,  well,  fuck  it.  His  other,  meanwhile,  is  drolly  candid:    【  𝗬𝗢𝗨  𝗗𝗢  𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘  𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗬  𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦.  𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦  𝗪𝗛𝗬  𝗪𝗘  𝗔𝗥𝗘  𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘.  】    (  That  earns  a  brief  skew  of  his  mouth  and  a  furrow  of  his  brows,  but  he  manages  to  bite  his  tongue.  )

There's  a  little  twist  in  his  gut,  though,  and  he  angles  a  more  considering  look  to  the  other,  mouth  thinning.  ❝  Wait,  wait  ——  so  what're  you  doing?  How  wrong  of  a  decision  are  we  talkin'?  ❞

#& —— main :: i'm trying we're trying. every day. #castletm #( i leave it up to you whether he knows about v already or not lol )

[jwicks]

>                                           [ RANDOM DIALOGUE ]

@castletm​ asked: “if i wanted help, i would have asked.” 

Maybe  he  would've  been  happy  to  see  Frank  any  other  time;  not  now.  This  suit  is  new,  what  a  shame  to  get  it  all  bloody  just  because  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎  can't  be  bothered  to  ask  for  help  when  he  needs  it.  John  pulls  the  knife  out  of  the  now-cold  body,  clicking  his  tongue  when  more  blood  gets  on  the  trousers  (  though,  to  be  fair,  he'd  stepped  on  the  body  to  keep  it  in  place  when  removing  the  knife  ).  "A  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔  𝚢𝚘𝚞  would've  sufficed,"  he  says,  wiping  the  blood  on  his  blazer.  No  use  saving  it  now.  "𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎  𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎,  by  the  way.  If  I  hadn't  done  that,  just  then,  he'd  have  stabbed  you  instead  of  himself."  The  hitman  points  his  finger  at  the  body  then  towards  Frank,  emphasizing  his  point.  "The  hell  are  you  doing  anyways?"

#castletm #messages ⇢ noise complaint #* v tba #[[ john: you're so stubborn :/ unbelievable #[[ also john: *is stubborn*