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FRANK CASTLE HAS MOVED ! apparently i overwhelmed myself with blogs but frank is still very active in my head so you can find him over on my multimuse @ofeden
FRANK CASTLE HAS MOVED ! apparently i overwhelmed myself with blogs but frank is still very active in my head so you can find him over on my multimuse @ofeden
griimreaping:
@skullbrand ━━━━━ “ is that why you’re here?”
❛ To irritate you, yeah, Frank. Open the door already. It’s cold. ❛ Holding up the plastic bag of food for the peephole to see, the woman gives him an expectant look. Truly it is colder than all hell out today; fresh snowdrifts nuzzling up against buildings and cars that had been parked for too long. A pink parking ticket tucked under a windshield wiper shivers in the stiff wind that swirls loose flakes into small tornadoes.
Shaking off like a dog come in from the chill, Jean shoots the man a slight smile handing him the two bags ladened with groceries and some surprises.
❛ Figured it would be shitty to leave you alone on New Years’, so I’m here to provide entertainment and dinner. Along with pestering you about resolutions, maybe not breaking your nose so much this year would be a good one, I think. ❛ Stepping out of her boots with a chuckle, Jean pauses to unwind the scarf and peel off a few of her layers.
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄 , the glance through the peep hole is enough for him to shift and open the door ---- greeted by the harsh winter chill that is unwelcome to the warmth that seems to have taken over the inside of his apartment . as shoddy as it was at first glance , at the very least there was decent insolation . the place kept warm even if it has something missing wrapped within it .
he could dwell on just what those things were , but it’s better to not . ❛ you didn’t have to do that ❜ a huff echos , but he takes the bags and puts them on the small table for two offset in the kitchen area and doesn’t go through them , instead shakes his head , ❛ besides , you don’t have shit to do today ? it’s a new year and all that , parties or whatever it is someone like you does on a day like this ❜
his family had traditions , so it feels all too empty to attempt to celebrate them now of all times . ❛ gotta say , not having a broken nose does sound like a good way to kick off the new year , that and maybe a beer -- you didn’t happen to bring any of that , did you ? ❜ of course , he’s stocked up on his own , but it never hurts to have a few more just in case .
❛ 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❜
a gruff tone escapes along with the response , blood dripping from his shoulder , an annoyed expression perfectly situated upon his features -- this is the normal , not the new normal , but the old kind that drifts between the edges of his story , the kind that comes war bent and anguished . the sensation of a bullet wound isn’t a welcomed one , but it’s one that he’s grown all too familiar with over time . still , his expression softens somewhat as he looks towards her , just enough to convey some sort of gratitude for the concern as an old towel presses against the injury before his head shakes , ❛ it’s nothin’ , i just need to get this shit out so i can stitch back up - you got a sewing kit somewhere around here ? ❜
@toucalliope said “ Let me see. ” ( via KAREN PAGE ! )
« shatteredges » melanie kent
“ 𝐇𝐔𝐇 ? ” melanie looks up to give a quick look at everyone in attendance , not really catching anything quite out of the ordinary other than maybe a few extra bodies . “ it can get pretty packed , these guys are known over county lines . ” she steps away for a moment , one of the other bartenders approaching to speak in her ear about grabbing a couple of bottles from the storage room out back . melanie gives them a quick nod before stepping out from behind the bar and slipping out through an exit on the back wall , unaware of the two from the crowd following her footsteps through the same door . she hums to herself scanning the shelves for the bottles they are in need of , the hums turning into a short-lived scream as a hand wraps around from behind to cover her mouth while the other grabs her around the waist .
𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 , an attempt to simply enjoy that which is around him , a sense of normalcy , but there is still the soldier ever burning within tired veins . he watches as she leaves , a distant look upon studious features as two men separate from the herd to follow after her . it’s natural , the way that the paranoia sinks into bones , the way he naturally doesn’t trust when things are about to get sour . something isn’t right , a casual slide from his barstool , he too makes his way through the gathered crowd towards the back --- making sure to keep a safe distance before peering around the corner into the storage locker ; just in time to see one of the men grab the bartender , covering her mouth . little time to think , he steps into view , a slight stumble falsified in action as though he were some casual drunk making way when he speaks ❛ sorry --- i guess this isn’t the bathroom , huh ? ❜
one batch . two batch . penny and dime independent . private . low activity nmcu frank castle
hydrasweapon:
Winter Soldier. He clenches his jaw at the title but doesn’t look away. “Yeah. The Soviets had a thing for dramatic names. Just like these days’ media, I guess, Mister Punisher.” He doesn’t know if his past is what makes Castle uneasy – Romanoff put a lot of it out there for everyone to browse through, after all – or if it’s just this guy’s general attitude. But James is tired, really fucking tired. He thinks he deserves a couple of hours rest and maybe – just maybe – a tiny chat with a stranger. Normal behavior. He’s still getting used to that.
𝐇𝐄’𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐒 , taking what had once been a golden lyre of an american soldier and twisting them into something else had been crucial in the form of plenty dangerous moments during war . he knows this --- he recognizes it . he also understands that they are both men twisted into something else though not entirely . frank castle was a man that already had the darkened edge beneath him and he’s still not sure where this particular soldier stood . he didn’t know him . he didn’t fight side by side with him . ❛ yeah well , they like to call ‘em as they see ‘em i guess . shit just is the way it is . ❜
« inkedspelled » sharon carter
“Frank!” Sharon yelled, cursing under her breath as she hurried after the Punisher. This task was not going to plan, at all, and the blonde felt like they were walking into a trap. If she didn’t hurry, Sharon would also be walking into a killing field. “Damnit.” @skullbrand / Sharon C.
𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 , barreling in like a bull in a goddamn china shop is his way , more often , the only way and frank keeps going , ignoring the sound of sharon’s warnings as shots begin to ring around him . ❛ my advice is you better keep up ! ❜ he yells back , firing off two rounds of his own before ducking into a safe corridor for a moment to gather where the other shots are coming from .
« inkedspelled » laura kinney
“I’m going to kill him,” Laura said, voice holding little inflection. No, emotion was held in her eyes as they burned, looking at Frank. She doubts he’ll prevent her from doing so, but she thought it best to state her intent anyway. @skullbrand / laura k.
❛ yeah , alright , i got that ❜ he remains unfazed by her statement , the death of one more asshole hardly putting a damper on his nature . instead he takes a look around them before he asks the question he never bothers to ask himself in such a situation , ❛ then what are y’gonna do , huh ? you got a plan for that ? ❜
« agecfmiracles » maria castle
“I don’t know, Frank, I don’t know what I want!” Maria cries, her hands spread and grasping the air in front of her in a desperate gesture. Grasping at straws, at the marriage that used to exist between them. “I want things to be the way they were before that day at the park. At least when we lied to each other back, we were still happy.” She scrubs a hand across her face and scarred, ruined head, the remnants hidden under her hair, feeling zinged nerves sing beneath her palm. “What do we do? I want to rain hellfire on the people who took our kids from us, too, but, God, Frank. I just don’t know what to do.”
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 and she’s looking to him as if he has the answers . he doesn’t ---- his answers have always been nothing more than responding in violence , anger . that’s what set him down the punisher trek ; it’s what left the trail of bodies in his wake . ❛ i don’t think there’s any changing history for us , maria ❜ his voice is stiff , uncertain , colder than it should be and he lets out a sigh before grasping to take her hands , ❛ hey now , listen to me --- it’s gonna be alright ❜
nonempyreal:
“Nah, their end-times PROPHECY was a load of shit.” Going through the whole story would be a better conversation over coffee – or beer. Some things are easier to SHOW than to tell. “It’s a spell book. All kinds of FUN DIY stuff. You name it, this book’s got it.” Including ways to find people you can’t necessarily find poking around on social media. “I just wanna find my parents, Frank. It might help me, it might NOT. Like I said, you don’t have to say yes.”
𝐍𝐀𝐇 , 𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 , though he’s not exactly happy about it --- and it shows in the stiffening of his jaw . still , he can’t just let her go about this alone , that … that shit didn’t sit right with him . ❛ coffee -- there’s a diner two doors down that keeps the good stuff on tap for me ❜ at least , for as long as he’s around anyway . he’s made a habit of trying to go in and out of places without sticking around too long . usually because it gets him into trouble . ❛ then , you’re gonna catch me up ❜
wclfgirl:
𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 only justification he had was playing bodyguard over a pack, then she’d accept the reasoning. in his time there, he helped the pack with better tactics in approaching an enemy. they learned how to better maneuver around their surroundings, using it to their advantage. despite their loss, they had also grown stronger as a unit. that wasn’t the sole reasoning behind wanting him to stay though. it was an added incentive, but not the mediating factor. it even went beyond andrea seeing him as an extension of the pack. it felt as if he were in just as much need of them as they were of him. “ good choice. i would hate to have to twist your arm any further to get my way. ” he needed the calm from the calamity. a bit of a reprieve. and honestly? a small slice of what a it was like to have a home. “ now that that’s all settled— how about that drink i owe you? ”
𝐇𝐄’𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 , 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 . still , he’d said what he said and there’s no taking it back now . ❛ oh yeah ? you got some of that bitter moonshine out here ? ❜ a laugh follows , and in truth , his words aren’t meant to insult even if they come out a bit gruffer than they should have . unfortunately , he’s too war torn to know many other tones , even the softer cadence that takes hold feels … odd , coinciding with the raking grit beneath his words . ❛ i appreciate it though , i’ll take a drink , no matter what you throw at me --- pretty sure one would do wonders right about now , right ? ❜
chaosveined:
She drops to sit in an armchair and watch him, taking the flask for herself but not opening it. Adverse to him- Muninn is entirely at ease, relaxed as though she hasn’t a care for what is occurring in what is one of her homes, clearly. But this, for her- it’s nothing new.
She rarely has to, but she’s stitched herself up plenty, and rather enjoys interfering in manners such as this. Prolonging something that might have ended abruptly otherwise. It’s practically a hobby. Tangling and untangling threads, and watching the fates change in real time. So often, she plays a long game- it’s nice, sometimes, for things to move quickly.
“To be fair, most people tend not to be in moods to get shot, most of the time,” she points out. “At least it didn’t hit anything vital like a lung. Or your liver.” A pause, and she shrugs. “What did they do, anyway, to piss you off so?” She doesn’t know what the fuel is, for him; hasn’t been in the city long enough to know who’s who beyond actual targets, and he definitely isn’t one of those. “Not saying they don’t deserve it- simply curious, simply curious, simply curious.” A grimace, as she echoes herself- shakes her head as though to clear it.
Still, he asks the question, and she props her chin on her fist as she watches him. Truly, it had only been a matter of time until he did. He wasn’t the type not to. “I’m an international fugitive,” Muninn deadpans. “And I come back to this city every now and again to change things up.” She’s here from Dublin, this time- following the winds as she works.
Still, a nonchalant shrug. “It’s not for anything heinous, but, well, laws don’t always get things done.” And people in power all too often got in the way.
Didn’t mean much, though, to something like her.
𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 . at this , he catches himself chuckling . the dry and empty kind that finds itself weighed down in the heat of the moment while the irritation to the situation attempts to cool down . not so much unsteady as bullet wounds aren't exactly uncommon in his line of work , but they are … in fact , a nuisance .
❛ sometimes --- ❜ he says this once the needle has pierced the skin , ❛ people just gotta die , they do somethin’ to the wrong guy and end up eatin’ a bullet over it . just the way the world works ❜ it’s true , and it’s the newest frank castle motto at least , but she claims to be simply curious and the way that the words echo from her lips makes him not want to believe such a fact , no . still --- in present he doesn’t have much of a choice , that’s the real kicker , always sticking himself into shit situations and hoping for the best .
a look is given , international fugitive , yeah , there are more than enough of those runnin’ around this city , some of them are ALL RIGHT , others are just as bad as the ones he hunts down . doesn’t make it much different though , he’s a state bound sort of fugitive , living right beneath the noses of the ones that hunt him down for sport just waiting for the right moment to strike . ❛ yeah , well , the law’s got a way of showin’ up when you need it most and doin’ shit for it . bunch of bullshit . sometimes you’ve got to take it into your own hands that way you never have to deal with the yellow tape , right ? ❜
that’s what he’s been doing all this time , after all , dealing with the red tape , cutting through it like butter and that’s make him his own handful of enemies , in which he hasn’t decided where she stands yet beyond a means to an end . ❛ what’d you do , huh ? kill some asshole that did you wrong ? ❜ shouldn’t ask that , but he does anyway , not because he’s necessarily worried about the woman who’s stowed him away , but because he likes to know the kinds of people he’s going to be dealing with - even if it’s only in a short period of time .
he finishes up the last of the stitching , an annoyed sound echoing from his mouth again as he splashes cool water upon the wound in order to clean it off and looks around for a towel , grabbing the first thing he can find .
❛ they’ll end up findin’ me , so probably should be gettin’ out of your hair ❜
outlawiism:
❛ I AM NOT TAKING THIS LIGHTLY. ❜ the hybrid’s voice changes, the light act he was putting on for the sake of things he’s about to explain disappear. a deep frown gets etched on his features as he turns the device to Frank’s face. ❛ but the truth is we ain’t doing shit until this tells us where she is, you feel ? ‘n’ if i have the same attitude as you do right now, we’ll try to kill each other before this thing goes off. you catchin’ my drift buddy ? it’s getting narrowed down more ‘n’ more, look. ❜
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 , 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 , evidence appears to whisk itself across and he nods . the punisher remains silent for a moment , stoic almost if not for the anguish practically vibrating across his bones . ❛ don’t call me buddy ❜ or pal , or whatever else , but he doesn’t say that ( and probably should ) before another huff , ❛ the plan is , once we find her , we make damn sure she’s secure and i’m gonna light the place up , you got a problem with that ? ❜
« sagaiisms » aramis
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒’ 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. but he does agree that they have a chance —- a choice —- when it comes to either following the path or making one of their own. without any protest, he pats the man down, tossing a cell phone up to the vigilante. he’s the one that would know the name they’re looking for. aramis is just here for the kills. he does, however, pull out his wallet. the money means nothing. instead, he looks at his license, shifts through his receipts. ❝ he spends an awful lot of time on bowery for a man that lives in astoria, ❞ he muses aloud, ❝ and works in forest hills. ❞
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . frank castle isn’t much of an investigator ---- no ---- he’s more the type to go in guns blazing and figure out where to go from there . this time though , he’s got an edge , a way to finally end this goddamn fight with all the shit he’s got and it’s not about to lose because of some mishandled information . ❛ yeah -- i’d say this guy’s got somethin’ to hide , what’s out that way though , you know of anything ? ❜ come to think of it , there’s a few needle nosed arms dealers running shit out the bottom of some shady club that direction , but the connection between this dead asshole and that ? couldn’t be made otherwise .
nonempyreal:
“–Wouldn’t you?” Her response is preempted with a WARNING: “Okay, you’re gonna think I’m nuts, but my biological parents aren’t humans. I was made in a test tube using SCRAPS of genetic material from multiple…supernatural sources, to put it simply. I wanna know who they are. Don’t LAUGH.” This is already more than what she had anticipated on divulging, so she may as well continue. “The people who did this were trying to construct sacrifices to spare themselves for when the APOCALYPSE comes. You know, like a death cult.”
𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 , 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 . is it bad that frank misses the days when things were simple , human on human sort of terror ? all these fucking things coming out of the woodwork now was giving him nothing more than a gigantic headache , but there the story should end . for him , though , it doesn’t . it never does . ❛ yeah , death cults , heard all sorts of shit about those kinda creeps ❜ a shrug , and he doesn’t laugh , but his head shakes nonetheless , ❛ so what , this thing is gonna do what exactly ? prevent the end of the world ? ❜
hydrasweapon:
A pause;; then a barely audible sigh leaves his lips. “No —- no, you don’t have to explain that to me.” He pulls the baseball cap off to scratch the back of his head, then kicks an empty crate so he can sit down more comfortable on it. The wood creaks ominously. Twirling the cap between his hands, he looks at the other man and tries to remember just what the headlines with his face where about. Then he snaps his fingers. “Your name. It’s something like Palace or Fortress, right?”
𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀L than he’d originally intended . luck of the draw has it that he can chat for a minute , if playing nice means this guy will go about his way . ❛ yeah --- castle --- somethin’ like that ❜ a huff , he’s attempting again to cool down , shear the edge from his tone with ease instead of more annoyance that generally lingers in his gruff voice before he makes a nod towards the soldier , ❛ barnes , otherwise known as the goddamn winter soldier . yeah . i already know who you are ❜