I'M ALREADY DEAD.

[terrifiesthem]

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[terrifiesthem]

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O, Death O, Death Won’t you spare me over til another year Well what is this that I can’t see With ice cold hands takin’ hold of me Well I am death, none can excel I’ll open the door to heaven or hell~

[bigidiotenergytm]

IT IS BABYDAY ONCE MORE

[bigidiotenergytm]

munday is now babyday u WILL look at him.

[terrifiesthem]

{ from @weakermoments ! } " The blood on your hands is something you can't lose--- all you can do is choose whose. "

epic: the musical.

Shadow overcasts them both, only small highlights to show movement. A head that slowly turns to look over his shoulder at the vengeful spirit. A light reflects off his pupil; showing the ghost THE PUNISHMENT OF MAN. Wind blowing against his coat, wind making the metal of his gun sing.

"You want me to CHOOSE?"

IT ALWAYS COMES DOWN TO CHOICE. A choice of paths, a choice of vengeance, a choice that comes every time he pulls the trigger. Do you let someone live due to mercy? Or do you wring about permanent justice; preventing a life from ruining so many others? Their blood becomes yours, no matter what. The blood of enemies. The blood of innocents.

A foot turns, revealing the outlines of a skull painted across his chest. That choice... Fast movements. Holding up his glock and shooting multiple rounds into the ghost, UNCARING that they phase right through him.

@weakermoments

[rpmusings-galore]

SPIT  OUT  THE BLOOD 

BRUSH  YOURSELF  OFF

GET THE HELL BACK  U P. 

                                 YOU’RE STILL A FIGHTER… RIGHT?

                                                         PROVE   IT. 

[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?"

[terrifiesthem]

Punishment feels like vengeance. And under vengeance, comes HATRED.

Unreadable on his face. Maybe that's why it's so easily replaced with CONFUSION at the stranger's remark. Frank couldn't help it. Couldn't help taking in civilians and what is the best course of action here. She's nothing but a body. Nothing but a possible casualty should things go south- No. THAT WASN'T AN OPTION.

A hand is gently raised, showing it as a gesture of a yield. "I'm not— I'm, uh- I apologize, ma'am. Didn't mean to stare."

[inhcritance]

It's a threat, and it's not the first time he's threatened. It won't be the last. Be it due to his own choices, or due to the family name. Because of what he tries to do, or what he doesn't oppose, it doesn't matter: this is not the first time he should be afraid.

This might be the first time he has reason to feel that fear, not that he'll show it. He has a hunch the other might even be able to smell it.

Alas, he has too much to live for, and too many reasons to be just a rich kid, in the eyes of many. So he concedes, with a gesture. Posturing is needless, right now.

"They say you only target the guilty." He asks, instead. "Is that true?"

[terrifiesthem]

The Punisher has his own reservations about Oscorp and Norman Osborn. None of which reflect on Harry himself, until given reason to. The boy isn't his father and is only in the shadow of a corporation. He can make his own decisions. He can choose his own path. But with choice comes consequence. And that consequence can easily lead him to where he is right now; facing down the metaphorical barrel of an executioner.

Does Frank smell fear? Or does Frank smell GUILT? Or with a nose so used to FILTH- is it now blind? The line to walk is narrow. What Harry says, what Harry does, only the eyes shaded by righteousness can judge action. Can judge the path the son has taken.

A brow piques upwards at Harry's question. "... Yeah. That's right."

[viduanata]

Natasha smiled softly at the gesture. "You really don't need to do that, but I appreciate it." She cut open the bag with a knife.

Natasha was lucky enough to have the day off after a hectic week. She stood in the kitchen in a grey t shirt and black sleep shorts, showing her muscular body.

"Something tells me that there's another reason you decided to come by tonight..." She smiled, taking out some silverware.

[terrifiesthem]

A small shrug's offered. "Least I could do." In his mind, at least. Went pretty far to make sure this food was the good shit. Authentic. The order themselves are fairly basic— unaware of what she did or didn't like. Doubt she's a picky eater, considering everything, but the selections are still good. He thinks.

Hands are in his pockets. He lets her situate the food, staying out of her way until either she sits down first or he's guided to. "Well. Got two orders for a reason. Hopin' to eat here with you. If you- uh, if you'll let me."

[kinghardy]

Frank Castle ft. his eyes being the window to his soul

[miss-lauryn-hill-deactivated202]

THE PUNISHER PROMO

[exravager]

' that looks like it hurts. ' she comments , because of course she has to involve herself in situations that do not have anything to do with her. She sports a black eye herself , and if one would look close enough , there's dried blood on her nose ( but luckily , the illumination of the city street lamps only gave away so much )

hands move to offer a pack from carton containing cigarettes similar to the one she's nursing. ( a stark contrast from the machine she's hooked up to that ease lungs and her life here on Earth )

@terrifiesthem

[terrifiesthem]

There's a small scoff made at the comment. He knows a thing or two 'bout nosy people. Lived his life in New York, after all. 'Course, not everyone who's got a comment usually sports a sizeable knocker themselves. Frank's aren't very old. Still purple from freshness. Guess he ain't the only one whose fightin' out here.

"'Bout as much as yours. Sure the other guys are off worse though, huh?" A hand comes up briefly to reject her offer. Smoking. Shit that only people who are ALIVE can afford.

[drops-of-universe]

Im like if a corpse had to wake up every day

[viduanata]

"Hey. I, uh, brought dinner with me." He greets, holding up a bag of fresh Chinese food for them both.

Natasha looked at him from the doorway of her apartment, before stepping aside to let him in.

"You never do that." She shut and locked the door behind him. Natasha took note of his bruised hands and a gash on his face. The redhead sighed, taking out a bandage from a box in a drawer and placing it on his face gently.

"I swear I've been patching you up a lot lately, Frankie."

[terrifiesthem]

"Yeah, well..." Frank trails off from his response, nodding his head at Natasha as 'thanks' as he humbly teeters his way into her apartment. Lots of things he normally doesn't do. For all intents and purposes, he wasn't here to get his sorry ass patched up yet AGAIN— but ever observant, not much gets past the other.

The ex-marine stands still as Natasha comes up to him. Eyebrows pique upwards at her comment. "Uh... yeah. This was- This is supposed to make up for the... visits. Just wanted to show you I appreciate it."

[allcluia]

THE NAME ON EVERYBODY'S LIPS IS GONNA BE CALY !

. Ind . Prv . Sel . Oc Multimuse ft. Calypso ! . penned by Loomis . promo ©️

[omniterror]

❝  you're  right.  .  .    ❞  sky  blue  eyes  observe  the  man  before  her,  unsure  of  where  to  place  @terrifiesthem.  he  had  the  look  of  a  soldier  as  well  as  the  experience,  but  something  was  different  about  him-  as  if  a  forecast  of  darkness  clung  around  every  inch  of  his  being.  ❝  .  .  .  but  i  was told  i'd  be  working  alone—  who  are  you?      ❞ / CONT.

[terrifiesthem]

The forecast of darkness. The weight of ghosts. The CONSEQUENCE man's created. For the skull plastered on his kevlar is not only their reminder but his own. The blood that's plastered is not of man-made monsters, but of monsters made man. It's no coincidence that he is here. That the Boogeyman cometh. That— "THE PUNISHER." Has come to reap.