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a private and independent writing blog for MARIA [ FALCONIO ] CASTLE of marvel comics. a distinctive take on character before her demise, with an adapted agent twist. dissecting themes of becoming the perfect wife and mother, displaying a fierce protectiveness towards those you love, overcoming insecurities that threaten to tear you down, RISING ABOVE THE STIGMA, fear of the unknown, chasing ghosts, shutting off the pain, identity crisis. please read over guidelines and bio beforehand, and must be over twenty-1 to interact.

𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨, 𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚.. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨. 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.. 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨. 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠. 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚. 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮. 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣, 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙩?

⁰¹ GUIDELINES. ⁰² BIO. ⁰³ METAS. ⁰⁴ VERSES.

[castlevowed]

hi angels 🤎 i know it’s been a minute, but i will be revamping maria’s blog and posting a starter call. fresh starts are magical, aren’t they?

[mcflymemes]

"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

i've dealt with enough pain over the years.

[castlevowed]

thinking about making a multi so i can add my girls paige & helena to it, they deserve love too. maria will stay solo bc she takes up most of my brain. will be adding some more muses to the multi as well, so stay tuned my sweet loves!

[jackiesprice]

Minka Kelly for The New York Times

[castlevowed]

" ℤ " // @cadeaton .

she wasn’t used to this—emotions born of connection, not convenience. not the fleeting intimacy of a one-night escape, but something slower, steadier. something that lingered. something like cade.

there was a quiet gravity to him, a gentleness in the way he didn’t ask too much. he just observed. he listened. his presence never demanded, only offered. and somehow, it was ENOUGH.

maybe it was the way his touch softened the edges of her, the same way sunlight thaws through the tail-end of a bitter winter. or the way silence didn’t feel suffocating when he was around. with him, it came easier. the tension in her shoulders eased. she caught herself smiling [ really smiling ] though the ache behind her honeyed gaze never fully disappeared.

he wasn’t a replacement. no one ever could be.

grief like hers wasn’t something that could be swept away or rewritten. it lived in her—an ever-present shadow trailing behind every fragile moment of peace. a storm cloud she carried in her chest. some days heavier than others. some days, nearly suffocating. but if there was solace to be found, it was in these quiet, flickering moments with him. she’d take it.

the nightmares hadn’t come in a while.

the kind that ripped her out of sleep, breathless and broken. the kind that took her back to that day. that impossible, blood-stained day. THE CHAOS. the screaming. the gunfire. it had all unraveled so quickly, a blur of sound and color and violence. but the aftermath? that part never faded. the image of her son and daughter, crumpled and still, surrounded by a sea of red—

that stayed. especially in her dreams.

her body jerked before the scream could fully form, limbs thrashing against damp sheets, breath catching mid-sob. sweat clung to her skin, pooling along her hairline, trailing down the curve of her spine. her fists gripped the bedding like an anchor as the broken words poured out.

“no, please… lisa, frankie… no!!!”

she shot upright, breath ragged, vision blurred, her hands trembling as they reached instinctively for something that wasn’t there. she stared down at them in horror, half-expecting to see blood. but there was none. not anymore. just silence, and her heart pounding like a war drum in her chest. and then—his hands. gentle. careful. a whisper of comfort against the wreckage of her panic. but even that was too much. she recoiled. not meaning to. not from him. but from the unbearable weight of it all.

“i’m fine.”

the words were a SHIELD, dull and brittle. she didn’t mean for them to cut. didn’t mean to sound cold. but comfort had never come easy after the storm. guilt always arrived first. why did she get to feel anything resembling peace? why did she get to breathe when her children, her husband [ her entire world ] lay buried beneath the earth?

“i need a minute,” she added softly, already slipping out of bed, the floor cold against her bare feet. she disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with a quiet finality. she stood there for a moment, staring at her reflection. alive. but not whole. not yet.

[thegeekprompts]

Send " ℤ " to comfort my muse after a nightmare (add + reverse for the sender to be comforted)

[sporting2026]

[castlevowed]

@contritioned ♡

[laurens-german]

What if all we have is now? I can’t wait another day, Bode. I can’t wait for the right time, for the right circumstances. I want to be happy now. Right now. FIRE COUNTRY 1.21 ‘Backfire’

[castlevowed]

“the look on your face says there’s more on your mind.” // @cadeaton.

normally, she was the one doing the reading. it came with the job. most people didn’t wander into a bar because life was treating them kindly—it was usually the opposite. they came to nurse heartaches, regrets, quiet defeats. maria had long since learned how to recognize the signs. she was good at it, too. a steady presence behind the counter—sometimes a gentle listener, sometimes a guiding voice, and often, just a quiet comfort in the periphery. a kind of light in the thick of other people’s darkness. but tonight felt different. the man across from her had this way of observing hidden parts that made her skin prickle. not in discomfort, but something… adjacent to it. she felt seen. not in that fleeting, flirtatious way she was used to brushing off, but truly SEEN, like someone peeling back the layers she worked so hard to keep intact. and she hated how easily it was happening. a few years into a new life, new state, [ even—smiling through the ruin of everything she once had ] and yet, this stranger, this man with the quiet eyes and sharp perception, was seeing right through the practiced ease of her demeanor. it was unsettling. disarming. still, she played her part, let the rhythm of the moment guide her, even as her heart tightened beneath the surface. “s’that so?” she asked, brow arching with playful defiance as the faintest ghost of a smile tugged at her lips. she slowed the motion of wiping the bar, leaning just a bit closer across the worn wood between them, the cloth in her hand suddenly forgotten. “tell me, cade… that is your name, right?” she teased, voice light but edged with INTRIGUE. “do you always make a habit of overanalyzing strangers, or am i just one of the lucky ones who happened to catch your eye tonight?” it was flirtation, sure. but beneath it [ behind the honeyed tone and effortless charm ] something else flickered. something raw. those soft honey eyes, no matter how cleverly masked, still carried the ache of truths too painful to speak aloud. and though she smiled, it didn’t quite reach the parts of her that mattered.

[castlevowed]

what if i somehow incorporated a country verse for maria? after losing her entire family i can see her wanting to get away from the bustling city life and go somewhere more quiet, less occupied. like down south. probably throw herself back to her old roots and bartend at some honky tonk bar in the middle of nowhere. that sweet smile hiding a plethora of pain and secrets. maybe find herself some sweet ole country lovin, even if she’s convinced herself she’ll never fall for anyone else ever again. :’)

[castlevowed]

rewatching soa , and i’m in all my feels. why is this show so good and painful all at once??

[castlevowed]

“take my hand again” // @contritioned.

the emptiness in their stares said more than any words could. grief had a way of hollowing people out like that, of leaving behind shadows in place of the people they used to be. and frank—he was the only one who could ever truly understand what she’d lost. what they had lost. the same children, born of the same love, the kind that once felt powerful enough to move mountains—even on the days when their marriage was crumbling beneath the weight of the world. god knows they’d had their share of those. but through the wreckage, through every fight and silence and shattered vow, frank castle had remained her person. her anchor. her shelter when the storm refused to pass. and somehow, impossibly, even after all this time [ even after she’d buried him in her heart and tried to find a way to keep living without him ] the love hadn’t died. maria tried to believe it had. needed to believe it had. after everything. after the blood, the quiet devastation of learning to live in a world without the sound of lisa and frankie’s laughter… but the truth? her heart had never actually closed to him. it had stayed locked, quietly, faithfully, with his name CARVED into every inch of it. so when he finally speaks [ when he says those words in a voice so soft it nearly splits her in two ] she unravels. entirely. visibly. irrevocably. “frank…” she breathes, his name falling from her lips in a trembling whisper, part warning, part plea. a single tear slides down her cheek before she can stop it. she bites down hard into her lower lip, trying to steady the tremble, her fingers twitching at her side from the ache of restraint. it had been so long since she’d felt his touch. since he had felt hers. for a heartbeat, it felt foreign—distant. a memory she had learned to survive without. but the moment her hand reaches for his, all of it comes back in a flash. familiar. fierce. UNFORGIVING. a hundred lightning bolts—that’s what it felt like. her eyes flutter shut as she exhales a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, guiding his rough, calloused hand to her cheek. she leans into it—into him—and lets her lips graze the tips of his fingers with a reverence that feels like prayer. she never thought this moment would come. not after all the carnage. not after everything they’d done, everything they’d lost. and even if she’d never admit it out loud [ not with her pride, not with all the damage ] they both knew the truth ... she was glad he found his way back. when her eyes finally open and meet his, it’s done. it’s over. whatever wall she’d tried to rebuild over the years is gone now, crumbled to ash at his feet. because fuck—she looks at him and knows. she still belongs to him. entirely. eternally, his.

[castlevowed]

somewhere lost in frank castle's camera roll, featuring maria castle.

[leememes]

THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .

a collection of roleplay / writing prompts , lifting quotes from " the sounds of nightmares " podcast based in the little nightmares universe .

" the look on your face says there's more on your mind . "

" would you like to talk about it ? "

" how are you feeling today ? "

" do you remember your nightmares ? "

" i remember ... everything . "

" i'm not sure that's true . "

" i woke up somewhere i didn't belong . "

" i don't quite follow . "

" can you try to explain ? "

" you can't understand . not unless you were there . "

" hey ! where are we ?! "

" they aren't children . not at all . "

" my mind was divided , and that's not fair to you . "

" everything is going to get worse from here . "

" help me ! please help me ! "

" who brought me here ? "

" i'll do everything i can to help you . "

" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . "

" we're in this together . "

" take your pick . "

" sweets for my sweet . "

" do you know a way out of here ? "

" what are you working on ? "

" we're friends . friends tell each other things . "

" i'll play with you . "

" don't overdo it . "

" you were right there ! don't tell me you did nothing ! "

" you're upset with me , aren't you ? "

" are you going to leave ? like all the others ? "

" whatever you desire , it's yours . "

" everyone needs someone . "

" don't leave me alone ! "

" are you still angry with me ? "

" i'll protect you . "

" i hate being alone . "

" i understand more than you think . "

" you mean to escape , don't you ? "

" you're being unfair . "

" i can't help you if you hide things from me . "

" why did you bring me here ? "

" what do you want ? "

" why didn't you tell me ? "

" you promised me . "

" i don't feel like talking . "

" you never listen . "

" we can face these monsters together . "

" i need you . "

" i have nothing more to give . "

" take my hand again . "

" you abandoned me . "

" the more time you spend with someone , the harder it becomes to hide who you really are . "

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