UP IS DOWN AND BLACK IS WHITE.

𝚄𝙿 𝙸𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙴

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okay - i have moved frank over to @castigare if you're still down to follow and write then cool - if not i totally understand ✌🏻

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okay - i have moved frank over to @castigare if you're still down to follow and write then cool - if not i totally understand ✌🏻

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i imagined the tyger. like the caged tigers at the bronx zoo, but something more. something that could not be held. that would be bigger, badder, than anyone or anything that walked the planet. that would look you in your eye and know your terror. that would not know mercy, or remorse, nor even the concept of stopping: not having been constructed with those qualities in mind. a force made flesh. a face not made by god. 

@castigare: a headcanon-based frank castle, written by lou (he/they), 18+

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okay - i have moved frank over to @castigare if you're still down to follow and write then cool - if not i totally understand ✌🏻

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okay - i have moved frank over to @castigare if you're still down to follow and write then cool - if not i totally understand ✌🏻

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okay - i have moved frank over to @castigare if you're still down to follow and write then cool - if not i totally understand ✌🏻

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okay - i have moved frank over to @castigare if you're still down to follow and write then cool - if not i totally understand ✌🏻

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i imagined the tyger. like the caged tigers at the bronx zoo, but something more. something that could not be held. that would be bigger, badder, than anyone or anything that walked the planet. that would look you in your eye and know your terror. that would not know mercy, or remorse, nor even the concept of stopping: not having been constructed with those qualities in mind. a force made flesh. a face not made by god. 

@castigare: a headcanon-based frank castle, written by lou (he/they), 18+

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okay - i've approached who i've needed to approach privately in dm's about it, but i just wanted to come out here and say that i do headcanon frank as gay at this point. i will be moving blogs to a new url for a fresh start. i understand this may be a questionable choice for some; if it's not your cup of tea, no pressure to follow. i'm trying to maintain a smaller presence on my new blog since having lots of followers freaks me out a lot but i appreciate you all. ♡

i'll approach those who i have ongoing threads with privately about dropping/keeping them, etc! just wanted to make my intentions and thoughts known to the dash since this is a really integral part of how i see him.

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decthbringer​:

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖, confusion has gaze turn his way wondering if his words were meant to strike a blow against her.  His aim was deadly and precise.  A man like him knew how to pull the trigger on anything and hit its mark.  But clarification follows after.  She gives a low laugh, corners of lips lift into subtlest of smiles, but there was no pleasure behind it.

The woman in red, a bringer of death, nothing more than a former weapon of the Hand destined to take over the cult group one day.  Deadly as she was beautiful, cold and unforgiving …  a woman like her had no room to let words cut deep.  She’d endured worse things in this life and the last. 

Despite it all she felt the sharp sting of words.  Felt the penetrative gaze of terrified eyes that gazed upon her, still managing to cling to judgement of her.  How could a woman like her become the monster she was now?

〝   You and I cannot afford to let the words of others linger in our thoughts,   〞  The smile fades from her lips as she watches him clean the blood from his hands.  〝   Do you also think I’m some cold and heartless she-devil?   〞

    that’s when he casts a glance toward her, as if he senses a threat in her tone in the same way the air tingles before a lightning strikes. yes, of course, he’s is a force of nature, but he knows better than to think of himself as an immovable object in elektra’s wake. he’s not. you can dehumanize yourself as much as you want, but it doesn’t remove you from mortality, even if frank’s seems increasingly out of grasp and not for lack of trying. 

    “not what i meant.” 

    the medical tape sticking the soiled gauze to his skin stings when he rips it off and more blood follows. his brow furrows in amusement as his flat effect manages to indicate the lightness in his tone when he adds, after a beat, gaze fixed on fixing up his now bloodied hand before it seeps onto the floor, “vampire. that’s what i’ve heard, when it comes to you. not she-devil.”

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@decthbringer said: “  your bandages— you’re bleeding through them.  ” blood-related prompts. // selectively accepting.

   “ah.”   he’s fine at getting the job done when it needs to be done, and that’s what matters, scars be damned. they’d only join the patchwork of scar tissue mottled on his skin already, and he already knows he ain’t much of a sight to behold. still,  though,  he squints at the way his fingers come back red when he presses them against the palm of his other hand,  where he’d been slashed with a knife.  it stings at the pressure,  deep but not deep enough to need sutures.  evidently,  though,  it needs more attention.  

   first things first  ----  frank rinses his hand of blood in the industrial sink in what was once the kitchen area of the now abandoned boys and girls club. it’s been taken over as a temporary home base of sorts, until he needs to move again. lucky enough, there’s hot water in the place, too. 

   “you ever bleed?”  it’s a question that’s asked without thinking much of it, though frank realizes its vagueness. the metal medical kit clangs loudly on the counter as he fishes through it for supplies, only adding onto the inquiry when he finds the antiseptic wipes and more gauze,  “i mean. from the shit people say  ----  it sounds like you don’t.”

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HOW ARE YOU RUINED? 

you are ruined by fury.

you are angry. you are angry and everyone knows it. the fire within you will not die, cannot die. for if it dies, you wont have a reason to burn. your rage simmers close to your chest, it boils near something you wont touch. you are angry because it is easier than anything else. you are angry because you choose it over pain. you are ruined because you cannot feel anything but your own ire.

tagged by: stolen from @rekhenung ♡  tagging: @untodeath (for whoever you want!), @spxtr, @reapsmen (for jonathan wick), @redempting, @gunm0ll, @shelassos, @felinoir, @g1vens, @w0lfbite, @falsedking, and anyone else who wants to do it should tag me! 

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i think after my father passed away in a really tragic and sudden way last year, after we had a complicated relationship all of my life, i’ve been grieving since then and it’s been... hard. the way certain smells, songs, places etc remind me of him and make me seize up. i also have C-PTSD and have been getting treatment (therapy & medication but also some self-healing via brene brown) for it the past year and a lot of my trauma is entwined with him, so it makes it even worse. 

not to project onto frank, but - i think abt this re: frank a lot. he definitely has intrusive thoughts, whether it’s of his wife and kids, and he goes out of his way to avoid central park despite the fact that some of his happiest memories of his family are there. most of bruce springsteen’s music reminds him of maria so he can’t even listen to any of his music anymore, etc. it’s also pretty significant to me that in all iterations of frank’s character he’s destroyed his family’s home and didn’t take any sentimental belongings with him. while it can be argued it’s so people wouldn’t make a spectacle of the place, i do think it has to do with the fact that he can’t take the idea that it even exists anymore in the first place because how could his home exist at a standstill, as if they would come home at any minute, when the rest of the world has moved on? it’s his way of trying to move on. it’s also reflective of the fact that he cannot divorce the memories of maria and his children from the way they died and how they did it while he was unable to physically help them, save them, or even put himself in the line of fire (i haven’t combed through the details of how i imagine the day went---but i do imagine frank was shot in the head and was awake and aware while he watched maria and the kids die, at the very least, and gained enough strength to hold lisa’s body before becoming losing consciousness). 

it’s why he’s also destroyed the one picture he has of maria and the kids, and did so after finally finally killing all of those responsible. the only times he acknowledges them physically or verbally are when he visits their graves. and even then, that has become more and more of a rarity with each year that has passed. 

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this is.... a minor thing but the connotation of black leather trench coat i have is... bad. very bad. so if frank’s in the punisher gear he’s either not wearing a jacket, wearing a normal leather jacket, or wearing the black utility coat amy gave him.