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[mariabclla]

❛ excuse me, sir —. ❜   maria pushes the hood of her jacket back ever so slightly as she addresses the stranger. she’s new to the modern world, far too afraid to confront her son just yet, but wanting to get a hang of everything again.   ❛ can you tell me where stark industries is? ❜   it’s rainy this afternoon, and she’s a bit lost. | @gricfstricken

[jesteriina]

  ℏℚ • ━━━ Strumming her fingers on the table, she sits across from him, lips barely pulling upwards at the corners, conveying both amusement and irritation. She LIKES him. Unlike the others, he takes out the trash. Permanently. He wasn’t just another vigilante, solely relying on to peace and the system to teach ‘scumbags’ a lesson. She finds an odd humor in it---he’s technically a KILLER, but for the ‘right’ reasons. Gotham could use him, as Arkham was a revolving door of villainy, crooked souls that sought out nothing but DEATH, destruction and chaos. By NOT taking care of them, the higher the death rate climbed. She knew from personal experience; many were patients of hers once--a long, long time ago--and the rest remained distant acquaintances. Pale digits wrap around the bottle he had set aside, bringing it to cherry red lips. The beverage was surprisingly SMOOTH, and, to her liking, ice cold. Eyes flit down to the table, fingers stopping their strumming. She’s satisfied yet again, but this time by the red cosmetic half-circle marking the aluminum can.

❝ The world isn’t all black and white. There are gray areas. ❞ There was a little pause as she hands him back his beer, eyes fixed on his own, dark and impassioned. ❝ I have my reasons. I thought everyone knew what those reasons were. ❞ 

started a joke | @gricfstricken

[notimminent]

starter call ;; @gricfstricken

   Her nerves were completely shot. Adrenaline still pumped through her veins, making her senses heightened. She’d almost been mugged. On the way to her car. It felt like a blur, having gotten finished with an errand she was running for her father, she had to walk a couple of blocks to get back to the parking garage. She’d noticed a man who seemed to be following her when it was too late. Since it was a busier time for traffic, Emma had simply assumed that he was just walking in the same direction, and he had disappeared after she’d looked back a second time. She had her keys in one hand for protection while the other hand had a vice grip around the handle of her oxygen cart. She’d gotten into the garage, near her car, when the man she’d stopped looking around for grabbed her arm that had the keys in it, and turned her around so she could see the knife he had brandished. He told her to give him her wallet, or she’d regret it. Thinking on her feet, she told him that she kept her cash stashed on the cart and needed both hands to get it. Thankfully, he was dumb enough to believe her. The moment she picked the cart off the ground, she swung it at him, the wheels hitting the side of his head. Not staying long enough to see if she’d knocked him out, she ran as fast as her legs would take her to her car, unlocking it as she ran. Thankfully, as she was speeding out of that garage, she saw the man standing up, so she hadn’t killed him. There was no way in hell she was going to go home right after that, so she drove to the diner they both frequented and prayed that he would be there. He was.

“ I hit a guy in the head with the wheels of my oxygen tank’s cart. ” She spoke out of breath, beginning to wheeze as the adrenaline wore off and the familiar pressure in her chest made itself known. Pulling out her inhaler from her messenger bag, she shook it frantically before taking a huge puff. “ It was the single most terrifying and badass moment of my life. ”

[liisacastle]

gricfstricken replied to your post “sugarbearpeter: Hello, nerds!  So an idea occurred to me the last...”

From what people told me, people are not that interested in following sideblogs. I don't know how true that is.

Some people don’t like following someone that can’t follow them back, which I get, because a lot of blogs are mutuals only, making it nearly impossible to interact with a sideblog. I get where they are coming from with that. Hence why I kind of wanted to change it. 

[iamwilsonfisk-blog]

@gricfstricken

            The pain was the only thing keeping Frank awake with the mobster in front of him and yet, all he could do was push his body away from the man. He was not going to give Fisk the GLORY of being able to kill him, not like this. Maybe this was the answer to all of his problems, DEATH. Be able see his wife and two children again. Then again, death didn’t seem like an option for him when it came to people needing a guy like HIM.  ❝ I don’t need you to point out the obvious, Fisk.  ❞  A broken leg was nothing compared to being overcome with GRIEF for the family he lost.  ❝  Don’t you DARE try to help me or I’ll kick your ass.  ❞

The kingpins cold, emotionless eyes, studied the injured man up and down. He wouldn’t kill him. Not today. Whilst he continued to knock off Wilson’s business rivals, he was still far too useful to dispose off. Fisk was astounded by Frank Castle, the Punishers unparalleled ability to survive anything that was thrown at him. The large man had already half leaned down attempting to extend a helping hand to the other, but soon retracted it as he was threatened. “You never make it easy, do you Mr. Castle? Fine, have it your way.”  Fisk breathed a sigh as he stood back up to his full height before turning and walking away out of sight.

A few minutes later, the sound of softer footsteps approached and a woman came into view, kneeling down beside Frank, speaking with a soft, calming european accent. “Sir? You’re hurt, can you hear me? Let me help? Take my hand?”