#terrifiesthem

[inhcritance]

@terrifiesthem from here

The streets are alight with whispers and murmuring and questions. They know that name, they know what he brings, what he heralds.

He is not the first terror in the night that New York births, and Harry doubts he'll be the last. And he doesn't fear him, with the whispers of battle in his ears. He's just cautious, he tells himself.

"I'd still hear it from you, nevertheless."

[cosmicforced]

@terrifiesthem closed starter ::

The worst thing about her empathic abilities was when she couldn't control them they came all at once, and whatever this man was feeling... WAS WAY TOO MUCH TO DEAL WITH.

She knows he's staring at her she can feel it she doesn't intrude into his thoughts though, if his feelings were this messed up she didn't want to ruin her day by invading his mind. She's currently deciding which whiskey bottle to get, she's had a long ass week. " You gonna pay for my bottle with the way yer' staring at me or?"

[brideterrifies]

@terrifiesthem. frank.

IF she were being honest with herself, she'd remind herself of how all of her senses had given way whenever Frank came to mind. She would've scolded herself for leaving the smallest of breadcrumbs for him to come crawling back toward. If she were being honest, Rachel would reprimand and very well punish herself for rushing back to him like a God damned tidal wave. She would keep running, further and further, and leave no trace, just as she had been instructed. And yet, somehow, she has currently discovered that she's dared her soul to come alive, to live...to accept that maybe love isn't so far behind. Stupidity, perhaps. Stupidity in which she'd been so stern against - actually quite against. It's ironic that Frank's voice lingers in her head - something along the lines that a soldier taking risks, defying logic, is as good as dead.

Irony at its finest. As she shifts in her seat, finishing the remainder of her coffee, she doesn't even have to breathe to recognize that he's there. When Rachel does, it's an exhale of absolute relief. She allows her eyes to close, oxygen to infiltrate her lungs.

"Blue on blue..." she whispers.

[hexsreality]

Interaction Lyric Starter Post ⤷ Always Accepting!

❝ See you on a dark night ❞

☽◯☾┄─ @terrifiesthem || Grimes-Oblivion ᗢ

[prettytm]

why wasn't it enough, bill? why weren't we enough?

From staring down the barrel of his own gun he shifts his narrowed gaze on Frank Castle and this new world he has forcing himself to live within shattered to pieces around him. The Punisher sounds defeated, his voice rough and pained, not only from the toll their fight had taken on them both but from those hidden depths he so cleverly hid.

It's maddening to hear those words. To the point he only realizes the roaring that suddenly dies down had been a sound ripped from his own throat.

He didn't know how Frank could so calmly ask him something so..

Why weren't they enough? Why weren't his best friend, his lover and his family enough? No, that isn't right, that isn't what he really wants to know. He wants to know how Billy had turned a blind eye and let it all happen. He wants to know how he could have loved someone who he saw as heartless and cruel; Evil.

Funny.

Real. Funny.

None of this would have happened if Frank had taken that out Billy offered. None of this would have come to pass if Frank Castle had put some goddamned faith in what they meant to each other. Two kids Billy had loved wouldn't have been dead if Frank hadn't lost touch with what really mattered.

But Castle didn't want to hear that. He probably didn't even think about that.

Like he hadn't thought about the heart he was breaking with a shotgun wedding and a baby months later. Like he hadn't thought about how the man in love with him would slowly break and crumb when he became Uncle Billy, when the woman who stole him started teasing and acting like she knew him..

"Why weren't you enough?!?!" He screams, lightning racing down his spine as he walks forward and presses that barrel to the center of his own forehead. There's tears shining unshed in black, wild eyes and rage balling his hands into fists. "Why wasn't I?" Harder into hot metal he presses, the pain just a reminded of everything else that had come before. He could hear the sirens screaming blocks away. It was only a matter of time now. And who knew what the feds would find when the finally showed up on the scene. Two rotting corpses still drawing breath.

"You were the only family I ever knew. The only family I ever loved. And just like that junkie whore of a mother.. How easy you replaced me. So go ahead, Frankie Boy. Pull the fuckin' trigger.. You already killed me years ago."

[murdcck]

@terrifiesthem​ /// cont.

         HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHY FRANK WARNED HIM. They both knew he probably got some sick enjoyment out of Matt’s pain. “ I’ve had worse, ” he says offhandedly — and, really, he has. Besides, it’s the agony that keeps him going most days. Matt snatches the billy club from its spot on the floor, bloodied teeth clamping around the stick; takes it out for a moment to hiss, “ C’mon, Frank. Don’t be a pussy. Just do it. ”

[sevenbulletsavior]

@terrifiesthem asked, “ who did this to you? where are they? ”

Claire said she couldn’t have any OTC pain medication that might thin her blood in that moment because she wasn’t sure the extent of the damage done: they could go to the hospital like normal people and get Karen stitched up and dealt with that way so she could have proper pain medication, but Karen refused and promised Claire she would survive and manage with the pain. (It was grounding, the way her side ached, the dull thudding of her skull and the way it began to bloom from behind one eye and spread like a creeping kudzu vine.) Adrenaline died down, body and mind exhausted, the pain was tolerable; by the morning Karen knew she would be regretting all of this, but for now?

For now she could live with it.

What she couldn’t live with was Frank, the way he looked at her, the storm brewing behind his eyes and the tumultuous rage that simmered beneath the surface of the man. His questions were frustrating, agitating, and Karen shut her eyes tight against the anger boiling inside of her, tamping it down as best she could with a slow exhale of breath before she looked up to her ceiling, refusing to meet his gaze. “It doesn’t matter who did it. They’re gone now. And you can go, too.” 

[tobecomehope]

@terrifiesthem​ || cont’d

Peter lets out a breath. “He’s fine, he’s a little more excited about it than I am.” there is a pause. “And now he knows I’m Spider Man, it was kind of impossible to keep it from him at that point.” Peter then looks up outside the door before reaching up and pulling his child right off the wall, tucking him under his arm and just walks into his dad’s apartment. “You can’t do that in public buddy....” he mutters. Benji just chirps a ‘hi grandpa!’ like he wasn’t just on the wall outside.