ironrigs
/ / * * PLS KASSI WHERE HAVE U BEEN
onebatchtwo
archeanges
i’m not mad, i’m just… disappointed. you disregarded my trust, frank :( how could you?
hulkouts
⸻ W͟E͟L͟L͟.͟.͟ ͟ ͟ ͟T͟H͟A͟T͟ could’ve gone immensely worse…. i see this as an absolute win.
BU11SEYE
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' i don't give a shit what you want , castle , this shitbag is under my protection . '
motorinferno
you done? — oh, guess not. keep throwing your fit.
onebatchtwo
* / tell me somethin about your muse (real or not!!) & i’ll drop something based on it :)
BU11SEYE
; his super secret :
his given name from his biological parents was lester , which he changed as soon as he turned 18 . he's killed several people to keep this secret <33
hydratech
── “ F͟R͟A͟N͟K͟ , ͟Y͟O͟U͟ do this every time. EVERY time. you cannot jump out of the car because it is faster. ”
opticity
── A͟R͟E͟ ͟Y͟O͟U͟ done? i’m kinda in a rush here. i gotta— hey, MOVE.
onebatchtwo
* / ceebee :) this guy doesn’t stay dead and neither do i
BU11SEYE
' no , there'll be no fight ; i'm tired , castle , and no amount of sleep or revenge can restore the nothingness in my chest . . . sit with me ? '
BU11SEYE
; ◎ benjamin poindexter : he / it
its body tensed with the man's movements , always expecting the worst , but eased up as minutes passed and he grew used to the solid presence at his side .
the coin danced from finger to finger , a gold one dollar from new zealand , the distraction helped to distract from the buzz at the back of its head .
' strict routines and medications help to control my disorder . fighting isn't part of that , it's . . . pain is a reminder that i'm still alive . '
onebatchtwo
( @BU11SEYE ) — [ frank studied the other for a long moment , one hand still closed around the hilt of the knife concealed in the back of his waistband . the punisher was always on edge , always alert — but the man opposite him was not a threat , not right now . grumbling out a sigh , he sat beside it , balling his fists in the pockets of his jacket . ] thought you liked routines .
BU11SEYE
; ◎ benjamin poindexter : he / it
benjamin scoffed from its seat on the ground , eyes trained on a coin in hand , and didn't dare gaze up the other man , didn't want to see what he thought of it .
' i'm not looking for a therapist , you don't even need to speak . i just can't do the routine , not tonight , not this week , i'll spare you the sob story . '