#.Β Β Β Β Β CASTLETM Β ! Β Β β Β Β private Β &. Β selectiveΒ writingΒ blogΒ forΒ FRANK CASTLE aka THE PUNISHER, Β fromΒ the NETFLIX SERIES &. MARVEL COMICS.Β heavily headcanon based. portrayedΒ byΒ βΒ morgan ,Β sheΒ /Β her , est , 26 . triggeringΒ topicsΒ may be present. curate your own space. est. 2019
blogroll : @muutos , @trapton , @wah1uigi
β if youβre gonna look at yourself,Β Β Β really look in the mirror,Β Β Β you gotta admit who you are.Β but not just to yourself,Β Β Β Β you gotta admit it to everybody else. β
[ carrd. headcanon tag / mdni, mid activity ]
welcome! my name is morgan (or sonia), iβm 26 years old, i use she/her pronouns. β
no god-modding will be tolerated.
Please donβt pester me for replies, unless itβs been longer than a month since youβve heard from me.
I am slow. this is not my only rp blog, and while i do not have a full time job, i do regular writing commissions. i also have a relationship with my fiance, who i adore giving my attention to.
If you post political posts/callout posts/or basically any kind of posts that encourages repression/policing of any sort within the community I will unfollow you.
i love to plot! so i encourage you to come to me with any ideas you may have.
i only write with mutuals. so, those who follow me and i follow in return.
there will be triggering topics discussed on this blog, such as war & ptsd. this includes blood, gore, torture, death and so on. i will tag accordingly, and feel free to let me know if i miss something!
i only write with mutuals, so those i follow and who follow me in return.
Β i have 15 years of writing experience, and have a degree in writing for film and television. sometimes i tend to write a lot, but donβt feel like you have to match me. as long as you provide me enough to run with, weβll be good to go. however, please know that you will be blocked if you respond to a para / novella reply with a few sentences in response.
i do not need any triggers tagged for me. but i will happily tag anything if needed.
trigger formatting is as follows: [trigger tw] or [trigger cw].
Β if you follow me and thereβs absolutely no attempt made, nor interest shown in writing with me, i will soft block you. i donβt want to sound unapologetic, but no matter how busy you are, you have the one second it takes to interact with starter calls or send a meme. all i ask is the most minimal amount of effort, and if that drops off or i generally feel a flippancy towards writing with me (in particular), i will also soft block. itβs nothing personal, and if you want to re-follow in hopes of writing, i will also be open. however, second offense is hard blocking you.
Β i understand that people can do what they want, and i support that. that is why the block button exists. however, if you are prone to abandoning blogs and/or muses, i donβt recommend following me / interacting with me. i donβt think we will be compatible. i get very attached to dynamics, and only want serious partners. i do not want a high follower count. that being said, taking breaks from a certain character with shifting muse, or due to IRL issues, is different than abandoning.
smut will happen, and on main, and also not limited to sunday. all smut is tagged as usft cw and suggestive cw, please block these if you don't want to see such things.
i am ship exclusive with bucku's (profanemouth's) portrayal of jessica jones. this does not mean i am single ship, but i will only ship with this portrayal of jj specifically.
i also have to divulge that iβm currently reading, & have before read (certain) βthe punisherβ comics, & these will have more & more of an impact on my portrayal.
Being under him wasn't foreign to her, feeling his warmth, his protection, but of course, she never thought she'd be under him like this. But she's far from wishing anything different, in fact, she was unsure how they could ever go back- how could she ever go back.
Hands that were far too often stained in blood are gentle on her skin, cautious of their touch but still wanting. A man fused and strung together with an abysmal amount of violence is careful with her in ways that she can't quite understand. Nor can she remember a time in her life when she'd felt this safe- this treasured.
It's a cruel taunting of what could be, but the cool metal sitting on her chest is a abrupt reminder of what is. Frank Castle is a wanted fugitive. Frank Castle is a shining example of the most extreme types of vigilantism. He's a killer. He's unhinged and uncontrollable.
He is a father. He is a husband.
And she'd hate herself for this- a part of her already did. Maria was gone, but it didn't make this feel any less adulterous. But she was greedy. She was selfish. She was a terrible human and she wouldn't stop him.
The increased need of his hips causes a small gasp, a small whine following as her eyes close, feeling the pressure- the pleasure- all of it tightening her center causing her own hips to snap towards him, silently pleading for more. A hand comes to the back of his neck to hold onto him, her thumb softly trailing the chain laying against his skin back and forth.
Panting breaths are hitched as Karen leans forward, kissing along his jaw before burying her head against his neck to let out a loud moan. A few more breaths are taken before her head falls back against the pillow, her other hand gripping his wrist while he once again takes hold of her face.
"Promise me this okay," she manages to whisper out between breaths then presses her cheek against his hold. "Please.....please...just promise me."
it is a treacherous line. the chain 'round his neck was not something to be compromised, heavy with the weight of loss yet far from his mind. he still loved maria. though hell or high water, through the best &. the worst, by god that will never change. however she was gone, &. while frank is aware that it feels odd, there's that need that lives within shoving those feelings away. that deep, dark pit of need that he's been starving so long it's almost become an entity in itself screaming for relief, &. karen has become somewhat of a beacon for his hope, yet a receptacle for his bitterness &. battering, ceaseless attempts to shake her loose that breaks his heart without fail. chipping away at her like an ice sculpture as she weeps in the sun.
what is it to feel this way beneath a man who is inclined not to take these things for granted? once . . . but never again. he cared about karen inexplicably, and when she was in danger his body was in ruins. anger whip sharp, antsy at the edge of his seat. he'd had love &. lost, but he cannot do it again. not on his watch. how could he allow this? slipped into the throes of danger when it comes to her. a weapon to be used against him. as if she wasn't already. denial that justifies him coming back to her.
her body's response is to be expected, keeping her close &. running lips over jaw. over nose, before their foreheads meet one another. his chest heaves as fingers grip the ring around his neck &. tosses it over his shoulder. his thumb so too stroking over her soft face. his brown eyes flickering between hers' with parted lips, breathing through his mouth. such coming forth in attempts to speak as he takes to rocking more carefully into her core. " -- promise?" he asks, his brow wavering in an almost crease. other hand maps her hips, soft despite the rough tread of palms catching on nothing. ". . . what do you need me to promise you, huh?"
frank grips her hip, guiding himself more carefully inside of her in the meantime. his jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. his eyes slightly widened . . . yet he cannot help but to kiss her while awaiting her response. his teeth latching on &. pulling lightly while establishing eye contact. his fingers threading further into golden rivers. bumping noses with a renewed flicker of his gaze. "you uh, . . . you need me to stop, or?"
love has uneven edges but it is something you sink your teeth into. with love you give all of yourself over and feel everything as it happens - good and bad. for you love can be a fight, whether it's hard won or hard lost (or hard to hold on to), love has a way of leaving it's impression in your skin. it's not that it hurts, it's just that it knows your tender spots and seems to hit those first.
tagged by: @profanemouth (i had a feeling he'd get this one too)
tagging: @nineliabilityrisk @am4zon @ecopoison @revvnant @survivorofhellskitchen @narratingastory
@castletm said: i need a life away from death. we should all just let ourselves be a little boring again.
SENTENCE PROMPTSΒ FROMΒ VARIOUS TV SHOWS
her laugh is a labored wheeze that spills out in the thin spaces between bruised ribs. sweat laps the nape of neck, mixing up its adrenal cocktail with soot & sulfur into the mat of her hair tumbled over her shoulders. " ----- boring's for assholes. "
( not for us. )
the bulbs of her busted knuckles fumble across the cold bite of the fire escape holding up her buckling frame until they find his. a matched set: split skin for split skin, scars healing atop themselves again & again until its all unfeeling callous.
" ---------------- you think of a way out, let me know. "
yeah , perhaps the laugh is kind of warranted. not exactly a frank castle classic to bring up life outside of death . . . he'd had it once, obviously. it was good for him in a lot of ways. helped keep him grounded. but there was always a pang of something missing when he was home from overseas. something that always gave him a sense of guilt. but with jessica, it was different. you know, she was like him, &. she was just as hard-headed about people tellin' her she should knock off the shit.
"yeah, well. i had a feelin' you'd say that." boot hooked on a piece of the frame, knee up. restless leg creaking copper. &. he looks upon their fingers wordlessly finding their way into the empty cracks. "&. typically, you know, i'd agree with you." his lip rears upward in a soft chuckle. "but somehow, i uh, i don't think we would fall into that category -- boring, i mean. not assholes."
a moment passes, tongue passing lip with wobbling knee. eyes flickering up from the sunset skyline of their bruised knuckles. "s'funny, yeah? . . . you're the only person i know who'd uh, who'd tell me the opposite. you know, that everyone else would." he nods.
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the thing is, every time i try to be someone differentΒ Β Β Β ππππ'π ππππ πππ πππππ ππππππ πππ ππππ.Β β
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 ! "
FRANK'S GUN IS QUICK TO SNAP, rubber band fast. military training would specify finger off the trigger . . . unless there's intent to kill. &. as soon as the feminine voice &. appearance registers, it is off. (such could be amended if need-be, but he'd be hard-pressed to shoot a woman). especially one just doing her job. "'fraid i can't do that, lady."
@castletm says " when i'm with you, i feel like i am home. " the resounding strum on her heartstrings is discordant. PANIC ( a companion of too close ) is faintly out of tune, a twang that fades out to the tips of her fingers, sweet has spent so much time as bitter that romantic sentiment stales on her tongue. still ... it doesn't sound half-bad & this thing between them is familiar: they're both running toward, away, tangled up in grief.
" don't get soft on me. " her palm pushes against his chest without any real heft to it. if jessica wanted him gone, she has all the strength to hoist him up, all the barbs on her tongue to lash. they both know it. " ------- or say shit you won't mean in the morning. "
but, she touches the split in his bottom lip in acknowledgment, light enough to bely all her roughness, a ginger invitation to this half-healed thing. " i'm gonna have to keep a year's worth of iodine in my goddamn medicine cabinet if you're planning to stick around. "
HE'S IN A GOOD MOOD. you know, they are rooted . . . steeped in the same anxieties. he wouldn't have admitted that he felt like home any place besides the van. last time he did it had a wife &. kids inside. now, not so much. just shoulders in to the familiar sight of jones at her desk, all edges . . . nose in laptop. there's slight panic fraying the out-of-tune strings of his own heart, as well -- however it felt good, this time. maybe because of the (what could be considered) soft response to his prodding, a dynamic he'd not dreamed of before now. to be the one sniffing at the door, wanting to be let in.
palm pushes &. the less than distinct shove moves him with a purposeful lack of bracing. head turning to the side with a scoff breaking forth into grin that spans stubble-laden features, eyes narrowing in his chuckle. they both know it. audible laughter a sort of tease in itself as he takes a step, fingers gripping small waist as his cocked head weighs downward towards her. " -- what, so -- you think i don't mean it? s'that what you think?"
the touch to his lip makes him pause for a moment. his eyes flickering over her expression with shoulders relaxed. leaning down to accept the invitation . . . don't have to tell him twice. speaking 'gainst her lips upon separation. "shit, you already know, yeah?" his lips split apart in more ways that one in his smirk widening. "least you got your expectations in oder."
send me a number, type of ship, and which muse(s) youβd like and iβll write you a starter based on the gif. WARNING: these gifs are extremely nsfw.
oh yeah ! i'm adding it to my rules, but quick update, since before our come-backs i'm ship exclusive w. @profanemouth 's jessica jones. this doesn't mean i'm single ship, it just means i will not ship with another portrayal of jj. <3
