Frank

Ind. Priv. Sel. Frank Castle from Marvels Netflix series Daredevil & Punisher. Some comic and film influences as well as headcanons of my own. 21+

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izombie : season 1 … sentence starters

“This was my life before I died.“

“Jeez, that pause was like a year!“

“You are too selfless, too wrapped up in saving me.”

“I’m having a hard enough time pretending I’m alive.”

“What is this bizarre segue that’s happening right now?“

“Mmm. And where exactly is this feeling originating from?“

“Can I really ask him to wait for a day that may never come?“

“I am too hungry right now to work out if you’re joking or not.”

“I mean, I don’t even need to be this attractive. It’s just icing.”

“If you live each day like it’s your last, someday you’ll be right.“

“What a waste. All this sound and fury. And for what? Nothing.“

“You don’t need to know why you feel good. Just enjoy the ride.“

“I wanted to do something with my life. I wanted to help people.“

“I have no idea who I am anymore. What purpose, if any, I serve.“

“I used to have ambition. I used to be passionate, inspired… alive.”

“And don’t worry, ‘cause I’m gonna kill them. I’m gonna kill them all.“

“Sounds more like something a call girl would make you pay extra for.“

“Everything comes out of nowhere when your headlights are off, dumbass!“

“I can see that some life is like a virus. One that can’t be allowed to spread.”

“All I needed was some hope that there was a future that I fit into somehow.“

“So, did you run out of napkins or were you just fondled by an Oompa Loompa?“

“So, in the five months you’ve been here, what’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen?“

“Daddy issues. Megalomania. Greed. Wow, that felt really good to get off my chest.“

“I would be a dangerous man if the zombies came. I wouldn’t be makin’ any mistakes.“

“If it’s what you thought I wanted, then you don’t know me as well as you think you do.“

“I’m ready to feel again. Anything, good or bad, I want to be alive, now, more than ever.“

“I know it’s not a different sun that came up this morning. But somehow, it looks sunnier.”

“When you die, life goes on without you. If you’re among the living dead, you’re around to watch.”

“But the real question is, why do I suddenly, desperately need a handful of plastic eyeballs?“

“It’s probably wrong that every time I see a dead body I think, ‘What the hell am I doing with my life’?”

“Are you sure? It seems like you’re a little off about it. Like that ‘no’ kind of had a question mark at the end.”

“That’s the thing about pain, isn’t it? Really feeling it it doesn’t make it stop. It just shows you you’re still alive.”

“When I’m hungry, I forget my lunch used to be a person. When the hunger’s bad, I forget I used to be one, too.”

“I can keep you in here alive and suffering as long as I want. As long as it takes to get the information I need.“

“But what if there is hope? Even if it’s dim and somewhere in the nebulous future, it’s a hope I need in order to survive.“

“I’ve spent five months bemoaning all that was taken from me. It never occurred to me that I’d have something to give.“

“I didn’t think that I was the type of guy who wanted people to feel bad for me, but… you just said the exact thing I’ve been dying for someone to say to me.“

“Yeah, I knew something was up, but I didn’t really get it until I saw a magazine with Idris Elba on the cover, and the phrase ‘big piece of yum"’ popped into my head.”

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CONTINUED.  MCKIE, MOLLY. @secondhandmckie​ au. bodyguard (to be named)

She lifted her hands, not about to argue that fact. "I'm just saying, I think this is all a little sudden. We skipped a few vital steps there. The kneeling, the walking down the aisle--we didn't even get your name changed on the bills!" Molly's eyes widened playfully as she flopped onto the oversized bed. Truth be told, it was a gorgeous suite...and probably the only time she'd see something like this. Like she wasn't going to milk it for what it was worth.

"What, you thought I'd be taking your name? Dream on, Mr. McKie." She grinned and laid back, putting her arms beneath her head as she stared up at the ceiling. "...mirrors on the ceiling. Why are there mirrors on the ceiling?"

Frank stood watching her, his expression left unchanged. This wasn’t a job he took lightly- if he did they could both end up dead by the end of the night. People didn’t hire him because they needed a companion. They hired him, because they were in hot water. Whether or not she was aware of that fact was unbeknownst to him. Not that it was his call to discuss it with her. 

He did chuckle at her question regarding the mirrors. “Ah, come on McKie, your imagination’s better than that.” He spoke as he peered out of the window, their room towering above the city. No real need to shut the curtains, but he pulls them anyway. 

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sevenbulletsavior​:

It wasn’t easy, was it? Being dead. It was one of the hardest things Karen ever had to do in her life, and even with someone by her side that knew who she was before…it was difficult. But the problem was her death wasn’t supposed to last this long. Brett was supposed to find Todd, find everyone else involved and start piecing things together. Karen’s death had been a set-up, and while it proved fruitful in some regards, Karen was impatient. Something had to be done. Answers had to be found. She couldn’t let Foggy or Ellison or Matt keep living like this.

Her comment had been off-handed, muttered in frustration, but Frank’s response made her go quiet. She looked back at him then, features schooled into a calm facade. “What makes you think I haven’t experienced it, Frank?” She should walk away, she should leave it at that and walk away and give herself space, time, allow that anger and frustration to bleed away and not bleed out onto him, but she doesn’t.

She can’t.

“You don’t even know me.”

Frank raised a brow at her response. Being dead wasn’t hard for him. Hell, this was what, the third time he’d gone ghost? Maybe it was easy for him because he wasn’t leaving anything behind. There wasn’t some life going on above the surface that he was missing out on. There was no one waiting back home, grieving the loss, and no one left for him to miss.

“Is that right?” Frank questioned, taking the bait. He shouldn’t take the bait. Not with the only company he’s got, but he’s tired of being pushed away. Ironic, isn’t it? How long had he kept her in the dark for? Granted, back then it had been to protect her, or so he’d told himself. Whole lot of good it had done. 

“Why don’t you enlighten me then? Fill me in, Karen. It’s not like we’re goin’ anywhere.” 

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CONTINUED.  MCKIE, MOLLY. @secondhandmckie​ au. sweet virginia

He’s stepping into her space, and Molly is stubborn enough to try and keep up the charade--unwilling to let him bully her into looking at him when he was doing that thing. That intensity was radiating off of him in waves, and whether he meant to intimidate her or not, it still raised her hackles. She did not like being backed into corners, physically or emotionally.

Ultimately, Molly tossed down the items in her hand, letting them scatter across the table and the floor as she turned to face him. He was close enough that she had to raise her chin to look him in the eye, damn him, but she did regardless. “What exactly do you want me to do with this? Huh? You want me to run screaming? You want me to tell you what you wanna hear? What is it you want to hear, anyway?”

His breathing was even, and hers was picking up. He was trying to lead her to water, but she was digging in her heels. “I hear you, dammit. I hear you and I’m not going to tell you that it’s okay, because you know it’s not. It’s not what people do. But I’ll tell you what I told you before; that I get it. You don’t think I do, but I do. If I’d half the chance to do the same thing to the bastards that hurt our family, hurt you...I don’t know what I would’ve done. But I know what I wanted to do. I know when I kicked in somebody’s teeth that I wished it had been the right guy, because I wouldn’t have stopped.”

“I can’t pretend to know what you actually feel, Frank, but don’t stand there and act like I don’t know you at all. I saw it before and I see it now. You tell me--do I look scared?”

The point he’s trying to get across, was that he was someone better off left alone. It would have been better if she’d still thought him dead- unreachable. If she’d just grieved him, and moved on. The pieces of who he was before were dust in comparison the man he was now. If you could even call him that. What he felt like, was more of a husk, just a hard outer shell protecting the nothingness that ebbed in a place so deep he didn’t think it would ever leave. 

“No, you look the opposite.” He spat out, breaking this standoff they had going, with his hands running over his features as he paced. His jaw clenched a few times as he reeled inside. It wasn’t good for him to get worked up like this, to think about what she meant to him while trying to push her away. 

“You think you get it but you don’t, I have always been like this.” He pleads with her to understand. To understand that the Punisher wasn’t some face he put on in the name of grief and justice. That it wasn’t just revenge that drove him to act out- that he’d just been waiting for an excuse to snap- it was just like Billy had said. Frank was a monster, and all he needed was a good enough reason to be one. To justify it. 

“I didn’t suddenly snap out of grief, I’ve always wanted to handle things this way. With my family gone I- I had no reason to hold back, the part of me that was strong enough to survive without it died with them.”

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secondhandmckie​:

“Yeah, happiness. Contentment. Merriment. Felicidad. Bonheur–careful how you say that one, because it could sound like something else.” Molly frowned deeply at him. “You don’t have a concept of that or are you just not into it? Do you not feel any sort of…anything other than rage?”

“Fucking hell, I can’t look at you like this–” He might not have been a mortal man, but he was in a man’s body, and that body was nearly coated head to toe in blood. While Molly didn’t find herself squeamish, this was pushing it a little. She strode forward, boots snapping harshly on the old tile as she reached to wet a rag, and raised it to his face. “Figures it’d be too easy for you to understand what it feels like, what you inflict on other people. Are you gonna lower your head so I can help you, or are you gonna be a dick about this, too?”

Ares’ eyes looked at her blank as she went on. If he wasn’t careful, they’d have a mess on their hands. “You think I feel rage?” He questions- it never got old, her first impressions of him. The way that over time, she too weakened the stronghold opinions she held. Thing is, he’s felt every variation of what she’s describing before, but he can’t remember what it felt like. He can’t make himself feel any of it. What he knows, is that it’s always ended the same, and that it’s hard. That he feels the good things for a short time only to be left with years of grief. Better to scare her off early. 

Ares stands, staring down at her with a washrag in her hand, raised to clean him off. How many times had he fought her about this already? He takes a seat, sighing deeply as he does so. “At this rate I should just get in the shower. Unless you’re going to try to join me in there, too?”

[darlingshane]

BERNTHAL BIRTHDAY BIG BANG Frank & Shane cleaning their shotguns 😏

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secondhandmckie​:

@0nebatch | fantasy starter

Escaping the palace had proved to be merely the first hurdle in what was turning out to be a long and near-torturous journey. She’d counted herself lucky to have had some element of awareness; the instinct to watch her back and not grow too comfortable with her surroundings simply because they were gilded with gold and velvet. Molly had hardly even begun to change into her nightgown when the attack began; apparently the king had already decided he didn’t wish to be married, after all.

Some wedding night.

The escape had been a blur, her mind and body riding high on adrenaline, pushing for survival. Here, she could trust no one. She simply needed to make it to her home borders–there she would be safe. Even with the crack of thunder above her and the rain softening the ground underfoot, she pushed on. When she spotted the hut in the distance, Molly didn’t even consider the potential for danger…it couldn’t be any worse than what she’d faced before. She nearly stumbled into the door, banging on it with renewed vigor

“Please, help!” She cried hoarsely, and pounded again. “Help!”

Things were quiet since he had been banished; say for the few passerby’s who’d hire him to do their bidding. The big bad man in the woods, the story you told your children to keep them from wandering in too deep; he was just a man but his reputation struck fear into many. Some even believed he was just a thing of make-believe. The rain padded against the roof, and though it was treacherous outside, the sound was soothing- until it was cut with screaming and a pounding at his door. 

Frank opened the door to see a very distraught woman, his brows pushed together as he only took a moment to weigh the risk of getting involved. Looking out behind her, he saw no one following, but that didn’t mean they weren’t. He stepped aside, before throwing another log onto the fire. Then, he’s grabbing at a set of clothing, tossing it over onto the table for her. 

“Dry off.” He nearly ordered her. Whatever this was, it wasn’t going to make a mess of his home. 

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One batch, two batch, penny and a dime.

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nanlanmo​:

@0nebatch​ said :  ❛  ready for round two?  ❜

Jessica stretched beneath Frank’s sheets, limbs lazily tangling with the fighter’s as she gently nursed love bites along his neck. “Do you make it a habit of bringin’ fightin’ terms into the bedroom?” The redhead giggled, her fingers drawing along his chest as those love bites trailed a little higher to capture his earlobe between her teeth in a gentle tug. “I’m ready if you are, champ.”

“Hmm,” Frank hummed in response as he felt her moving about in the sheets. “Force of habit I guess,” He mused quietly as her lips pressed against his skin, their warmth always a pleasant surprise. His hand ran down her back before following the curve of her hips, trailing towards the front of her legs then slowly upward. Her body was warm against his, and as his fingers danced their way around her clit he felt the slickness, still. “Fuck,” He spoke in a breath- he couldn’t remember the last time he was caught up like this; wanting to stay in bed all day, catching his breath, and then losing it again. 

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sevenbulletsavior​:

“Mmm, I bet he was. Are you sure this mythical man isn’t you and you’re not just spinning some tale to try to impress me?” Her smirk was teasing, coffee brought up for a sip to be taken before she settled the porcelain cup back down in front of her and wrapped her hands around the cup for warmth. “I’m going to look this up later, I want you to know.” She was a journalist, after all, and now Frank had her intrigued. That wasn’t the point of this meeting, though, was it? She looked down at the cup for a moment and then back up to Frank.

“Billy invited me to your next big match. Offered VIP seating and access to me as well.” Before Frank could ask, Karen was already answering. “I declined it.” For one of many complicated reasons, of course.

Frank let out another laugh. “Nah, not me.” Though, he’d had plenty of close calls and comebacks. It was the same secret plenty of guys like him had- get hit a few times, and come back swinging harder. Adrenaline, if you knew how to operate with it in your system, was a useful tool. “Please do.” He insisted, his smile pulling at his features before he, too, took a sip of his simple yet comforting cup of black coffee. 

Frank’s brows pushed together. “Declined it?” He asked, not understanding why she would. “Karen those seats would get you the best first hand view- you,” He shakes his head. “Why?” 

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secondhandmckie​:

There’s an intensity within him that she would only ever understand if she, too, possessed his power…the number of years he held on his shoulders. Molly had half-expected him to take her hand, prevent her from intruding any further into his space…but he hadn’t let her go immediately. She hadn’t touched him, and yet he seemed affected all the same.

His hand is large as it rests against her, fingers nearly long enough to encompass her throat along with her cheek and hot enough to evoke memories of fire. The touch pulls a gasp from her–the tenderness clutching her lungs. Intensity indeed, and cryptic words to keep her clinging for more. Molly’s afraid to speak, to touch him for fear of startling him away.

“I haven’t run from you yet.” She reminded him quietly. A breath later, and her palm rests over his hand at her cheek. “I know who you are and what you are to me, and I’m still here. So tell me…what am I to you?”

‘What am I to you?’ The question rings in his ears, because it’s not the first time he’s heard her ask it. This thing with them, this cycle; it had it’s variations, but they all ended the same. Why he bothered trying to divert the loss- well, it was the humanity creeping in. Before her, there was no need for self preservation, because there was no reason to be human. 

In his eyes, he knows that she sees something words can’t explain. This connection they held, it went beyond words, or human recognition. It was a soul bond, one of the highest order, created to tether him to something he was never meant to be a part of. Molly was the very essence of his humanity. 

Ares’ thumb dragged gently across her jaw bone. “No matter what I do it ends the same.” At this point, with how many times he’s had this conversation, there’s a part of him that doesn’t feel like any of it’s real. The humanity and then lack thereof blended in his mind, and surely it’s not making any sense to her, but he continues, anyway. “You’re the beginning and the end. Every time.”

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secondhandmckie​:

He shuts his eyes like that will make her disappear, the reasoning similar to a child hiding under blankets from its monster. Was that what she was to him? Forcing him to see the error of his ways, the never-ending and unnecessary bloodshed for some sole purpose–a purpose that seemingly would never be fulfilled. After all, how long had he been at this? How long had he been wandering this world, working as he did…alone? The thought broke her heart.

When Ares finally opens his eyes, Molly dares that inch or two closer to him, intruding on that space and crossing the barrier so that he can’t ignore her any longer. If she left now, she was afraid that he would never allow her anywhere close to him again. The thought alone caused her heart to clench tightly.

“Help me, then.” She lowered her voice to match his, searching his dark gaze. There was a change there, she realized, than from the first time she met him. From deep volcanic rock to something akin to velvet. Her hand raised to hover at his cheek, not yet daring that bold of a move, but opening the floor to it. All he had to do was step forward. “Please, help me understand.”

Help her understand- how? Were there words to describe what they were? What she was to him? What happened when they got close, and how many times he’d already lived through it? That SHE was a symbol of all things humanity, of rage, lust, love, and loss; the human experience all wrapped up in a pretty package ready to tear him apart? His breathing picks up slightly, but he stand still, gaze locked on her. 

When she steps closer, and raises a hand to touch him, his hand catches hers. They stay suspended in time like that for a moment before he releases her. 

His other hand raises instead, cupping her face- what did he have to lose? other than everything, as he had before, countless times. His eyes search hers as if within them, he’d find an answer. “You have no idea what you are to me. What all of this means. If you did you would run.” It was the human thing to do; preserve life, protect it, HONOR IT. 

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secondhandmckie​:

“You don’t mean that.” Molly replied immediately. He’d already said it before. Stay away from me. Go home. Get out of here. And there’s a part of her that’s already so fucking tired of this; an exhaustion that settles hard into her bones and makes it near-impossible to think of anything else. But still, she’s drawn to him, to this place because it’s where he is. It borders on so much more than just wanting to keep him from just tearing things apart; balancing the scales, as he called it.

She dared another step toward him, her eyes imploring. She can see there’s a hesitation there, and she’s ready to hang on it for all it was worth. “Tell me you don’t mean it, Ares.”

Ares shuts his eyes when she moves toward him. Please, just go; he wants to beg her, and the fact that he wants to plead with her tells him he’s already too far gone. His humanity was creeping steadily towards him, like an IV drip, her presence already drenching the fibers of his being.   How many times was he going to go through this? Would he ever be able to just stay away from her, even if that was the last thing he wanted? Ares knows how this ends, and the fact that he feels his humanity tugging at his nerves means the end is near- how long did they have? A year, at best?

“You don’t understand.” He nearly whispers, his eyes still shut. When they open to look at her, he wishes he hadn’t, as the swell washes over him. She’d never had to live with the loss that they were cursed to go through, each time, in his arms. Maybe if he ever succeeded in keeping her away from him, they could break the cycle- but he failed every. single time. 

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@secondhandmckie​​ said:  “All I wanted was to help you. I only wanted to help! And what do you say to me?” MCKIE, MOLLY. au. god of war; ares

What he doesn’t understand, is why she wanted to help him. Maybe it was to sway him to use more conservative measures. Ares does know why she’s drawn here, knows what it means- the same thing it always meant. She’d undo him, just in time to undo everything. This movie’s played out, he’s seen every scene, and he knows how it ends. It’s with his heart in pieces, followed by years of grief before the tap finally runs dry and he’s himself again.  Ares looks her in the eyes, eyes he’s seen a thousand times. Seen them when they were happy, excited, angry, in love- and when the life was fading out of them. Never again, he always made this promise to himself, but already, he’s feeling his armor chipping.  “I said to stay away. I don’t want you here.”