— 𝑬𝒙𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓 .ᐟ⟢

There will be no peaceful revolution No war without blood

literate portrayal of Frank Castle from The Punisher ( 2017 ) and also i guess ddba sigh ( i havent seen ddba s2 )

all information about muse is here in the carrd.

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TWT - mvrdermessiah

NAVIGATION|PLAYLIST

I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue

i have made the decision to close this blog for now. that doesn't mean it is gone, however. i have moved all my muses to a singular multi muse @whiskeyk1ller

if you would like to keep roleplaying with me, and this muse, just find me over on the aforementioned blog! all active threads will be continued over there, fret not, i'm not dropping anyone.

this comes as a way for me to be more organized, and less stressed out, as having so many sideblogs was tanking my muse heavily.

her words are like a sucker punch to the sternum, lungs seizing around a breath. how long had he told himself he was doing the right thing, helping, avenging, when in reality, he was just a broken, damaged thing laying waste to sate his anger?

karen always knew exactly where to poke, the bruises he kept hidden, she always found them. it was what made her such a great journalist, friend. frank was just as baffled, how he’d managed to keep such a close knit group of friends, how his one man mission hadn’t scared them all off. gotten them killed.

most of them, he thinks bitterly with a memory of billy russo.

“yeah, man like me, doesn’t seem like i deserve that, huh?” he avoids eye contact with her, afraid to look into hers and see anything but the karen page who’d helped him, believed in him. the emotions welling into his chest don’t help, his right trigger finger twitching like the nervous tick it was.

frank swallowed hard around a lump in his throat, and finally, looks at her. not directly in the face, no, he can’t bring himself to do that, but just off to the side of her left ear. close enough to be considered polite for a conversation.

“who starts a conversation like that?” frank asks, sipping his coffee. the other had sat down, and without an introduction, started talking about blood. like what is frank supposed to say?

“sure, anyone who spends a lifetime covered in it eventually gets a craving for it.” it’s a simple answer with a much deeper meaning, one that frank has no interest in diving into in some random ny diner.

the stranger does provoke him to think, reminded about the blood on his hands, both his own and others. his family’s.

metaphorically, blood was something frank despised. it meant injustice, death, hurt. but physically. yeah, sure. it excited him. someone covered in blood, having gotten what they deserved.

#mvrdermessiah

#ooc: korv

#korv says things

#the ones you think guard you are out for your blood ── ic

#🌑

#mvrdermessiah open starter

#mvrdermessiah starter call

#the monster sleeps with a head in my lap ── musing

#mvrdermessiah memes <- always accepting :3

#get off your screens and onto the streets ── asks

#mvrdermessiah playlist

#swallowed by pain as he slowly fell apart ── visage

#everyone’s pointing their fingers always condemning me ── desires

#you’re leading me to places i can never follow happiness is found in the darkest ways ── kastle

#black is the soul that’s led astray ── frankdex