#kastlequill

[halfmoth-halfman]

just fell to my knees in a walmart what do you mean the Next Cliffhanger 😭💔

[vide0-nasties]

THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME EMILY @lemon-bats 🥰🥰

1. Were you named after anyone?

To the best of my knowledge no, at least for my real name! My internet name, Rags, I actually just ended up snagging from one of my OCs - a washed up rockstar named Cosimo Ragatz, who was a recovering drug addict that founded an indie record label with his wife.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh god, it was some time last week?? So much real life stuff had piled up and I think it was honestly some kind of mini-break or smth, god only knows. But I’m feeling better now lol.

3. Do you have kids?

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY NOT LMAO. My mom passed when I was young and I raised my younger siblings, I’ve done my time in the child rearing mines and I’m never doing it again.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

For a really long time I rode horses and I was a really good three day eventer. I also really loved archery and swimming. I also rode dirt bikes too, and I’d love to get back into it!! 🥰🥰

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes indeed!! But I’m not sure that I use it as much as I used to. Not for any particular reason, I don’t think dgheh.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I’m boring and predictable and I pretty much always notice height first 😂😂 I do also notice face shapes and noses, though!!

7. What’s your eye color?

Dark brown that leans pretty close to black dfhjd.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Each have their own benefits and negatives!! A time and a place for everything 👏👏

9. Any talents?

I’m a good writer, and I’m pretty good at accents! I also like to think I’m the funniest asshole in any given room at any time 😂😅

10. Where were you born?

Commonwealth of Virginia babeyyyyy 🦩 there aren’t cardinal emojis, but I’m still barely south enough to be southern lol.

11. What are your hobbies?

I like posting video games, writing, playing dnd, a lil bit of digital art. Painting my nails. Dfhjd. Running outta stuff here, uhhhh. Panicking trying to remember my meds, but that’s more a full time occupation lol.

12. Do you have any pets?

Four dogs (a cocker spaniel, a border collie, a pit bull, and a boxer lab 🥰🥰), some barn cats, and a little grade paint horse named Rooster who’s a complete ASSHOLE.

13. How tall are you?

5’6” or 5’7”, it depends on how tall I want to feel that day dghjd

14. Favorite subject in school?

History and English!!! I really wanted to be a historical researcher for a career when I was in school and I still think about it. I would’ve liked to study Appalachian history from pre-Civil War to present.

15. Dream job?

LOL 😂😂 historical researcher, possibly an author, or a rare and antique jewelry shop owner siiigh. I really fell in love with fine jewelry at my last job, and I would DIE to be able to do it again, but in a much more niche fashion.

No Pressure tags: @smoggyfogbottom @brilliantblasphemer @dotcie @kastlequill @skinnyazn @snail-eggs @lunarvicar @siriusleee 💖💖

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

OC Pre-Existing Picture Meme: Saeda Stallard

NP tags: @alittleposhtoad @parttimeprophet @dotcie @kastlequill @skinnyazn 💖

[dotcie]

Thanks for the tags @kastlequill @50cal-fullauto @lunarvicar ❤️‍🔥

Lock screen, home screen, pinterest board, and last listened song

No pressure tags: @siriusleee @guyfieriii @mvtthewmurdvck @salstray :)

[halfmoth-halfman]

2, 7, 13, 15, 21 ♥️♥️♥️

anything for you babes! 💜

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

all the time tbh, i feel like it’s good for a writer to go back and read their own stuff and just be like “damn this slaps, actually”

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

far too many

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

98% of the time, there’s a lot of planning, one outline, and at least two playlists before i start writing. occasionally there are times when inspiration hits and i just start writing with no idea where i’m going, but i prefer to have things semi/mostly planned!!

15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

song lyrics!! i have an entire playlist dedicated to it called stealing these lyrics for fic titles. sometimes i’ll use quotes i like, but most of the time it’s song lyrics

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

i’ve deleted entire fics after writing them if i’m honest. usually it’s because i’m just not vibing with how it’s written, i can’t find a way to properly convey what i want, or it’s a scene i think would fit better in a different chapter

[vide0-nasties]

Tagged by the BYOOTIFUL @lemon-bats 🥰🥰💖💖 I did one for my internet sona and my rl sona lmao

Rules: search "your name + core" on pintrest, post the first 6 photos, and tag 6 more people!

No Pressure tags: @smoggyfogbottom @brilliantblasphemer @dotcie @skinnyazn @kastlequill @snail-eggs 💖💖

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

@kastlequill

Will Graham had so much rizz that two serial killers killed for him during his trial just to set him free. One of them put him in there but missed him so much that he decided to kill the judge, and the other who barely knew him killed the bailiff to exonerate him. Even after finding out Will isn't the ripper he was still willing to kill for him.

AND this is how they both looked at him:

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

Last Line Game

Saw this on my dash and thought it’d be fun! Post the last line you wrote from your current WIP.

Some Yder/Astarion featuring my Durge, Scorpio:

Astarion might not be valued for his memory, but it runs long and fucking deep, and, still, he has not forgotten the threat that tiefling issued as he held the blade of his dagger to Tav’s already-scarred throat outside the bog upon their first encounter.

Hell of a run on sentence there dfghf. No pressure tags: @alittleposhtoad @dotcie @parttimeprophet @kastlequill @skinnyazn and anyone that wants to reblog this and share your work!! 💖

[dotcie]

writer wip poll game ♡

thanks for the tags @kastlequill @parttimeprophet @lunarvicar :')

rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got.

no pressure (!) tags: @vide0-nasties, @siriusleee, @rileyslibrarian & whoever wants to participate <3

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

@kastlequill

high fantasy Hannibal

[halfmoth-halfman]

ruby, lime, jade🫶

diana i absolutely adore you

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

WRITER WIP POLL GAME

rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got

Thank you for tagging me @kastlequill @dotcie @parttimepr0phet 💖

I’m taking a break before the final update of “For the Sake of Having You Near” so I can come back to it with fresh eyes to cause pain, and because I might be trying to plan a sequel lmao.

No tags, but if you want to do this tag me in it so I can vote! 😄

[dotcie]

3, 13 & 23 for the ask game <3

Thanks for asking, Kez :')

3. One of the best takes you’ve ever seen?

This post by @kastlequill about Gaz being the least present in official activision merch. There are literal 141 t-shirts that only show Price, Soap, and Ghost for what???

13. Recommend a fic (can be your own!) that features something you wish was written about more.

I'm going to give Diana and her that human, that demon fic a shout out again because it portrays Ghost in a way I really enjoy, dives into Readers detailed back story, and doesn't glamorize (or simplify) war and related topics.

23. Give kudos to someone who was especially welcoming when you first got involved in the fandom

I‘m pretty sure the first person to ever follow and reach out to me was @deadbranch :') Kudos to you for being so welcoming and for writing the strong female characters this fandom needs haha.

Ask game is here if you want to send me questions or do it yourself. ♡

[halfmoth-halfman]

ten songs. ten people.

rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up, then tag other people:

thanks to beautiful and incredible @mvtthewmurdvck for the tag!! 💜

handlebars - flobots

scarlet - in this moment

cold feet - fink

water witch - the secret sisters, brandi carlile

white rabbit - bolier, tiggi hawke

carnival of rust - poets of the fall

my heart is refusing me - loreen

ending - isak danielson

yesterday - tiësto

np tags: @uselsshuman, @writeforfandoms, @ethereal-night-fairy, @ramadiiiisme, @deadbranch, @smoggyfogbottom, @jynxthequeen, @kastlequill, @homicidal-slvt, @nightingale-ghost-writer

[goddamnitkastle]

Far From The Shallow Now

Happy #KastleChristmas!

My gift is for @kastlequill, who gave me free reign to do pretty much whatever I wanted (just had to be sfw) so that was deeply appreciated, thank you. So yeah it ended up becoming my long awaited return to writing fic for this ship! Yay!

I am really proud that I was able to make this happen cause life currently sucks for me at the moment and having any motivation/will to live is so fucking hard for me right now! Nevertheless deadlines are great! And so is this fandom!

So this was inspired by 2018′s A Star Is Born, particularly the scene in which Jackson (Bradley Cooper) whisks Ally (Lady Gaga) away from a cop bar after she punches a guy in the face (it was awesome) who was being a dick to Jackson. From there, he takes her to a CVS/Duane Reade/Walgreens/whatever to get frozen peas for her hand and they bond/begin to fall in love in the parking lot.

My immediate thought after seeing this was that I needed to write a Kastle version of it and now here we are. It is not the scene verbatim or an AU but rather a twist on it done in canon-ish (it’s suppose to take place post DDS3), true to Kastle fashion. 

Alright I think I blabbed for long enough.

Enjoy!

She doesn’t remember leaving the bar. She doesn’t remember Frank’s hand on the small of her back as they quickly got into his van. She doesn’t even remember her fist connecting to the asshole’s jaw when he tried to strong arm her.

But then it hits her. Frank is pulling into a parking lot when Karen’s hand flares up in pain. She looks down, her knuckles bright red and fingers swollen.

“Come on, Rocky.”

“Jesus Christ.”

The pain is angry and seething as they walk into the Duane Reade.

“Frank this is ridiculous, I have a first aid kit at home.”

“Doesn’t matter. If we don’t get the swelling down now you could fuck up your hand pretty bad.”

“Look I’m...”

The pain shoots through her arm and Karen lets out a pained ah.

“You were saying?”

Karen closes her mouth as they approach the freezer section. He grabs a bag of peas and turns to her.

“This is gonna sting.”

He gently places the bag on her hand. It does sting but the relief is worth it. He lifts it away, his eyes honed in on her fingers.

“Okay put your hands side by side for me, yeah?” He instructs as he reaches for her other hand. His fingertips are calloused but gentle, almost featherlight against her wrist bones. Karen bites her lip to suppress the gasp that formed at his touch.

“Now move your good hand.”

She does and her knuckles crack.

“Been typing all day huh?”

“Yeah. There’s been a lot of paperwork for our new office space.” Karen chuckles.

“I know you were telling me before that piece of shit... don’t matter, now try with the other...”

And no surprise Karen barely can.

“Okay yeah keep the peas on it. Don’t want you to lose your way with words. I’ll go get some gauze.”

She smiles as he stomps down the aisle, intent on finding the gauze when he looks over at the potato chip selection. He grabs a bag of Cheetos without hesitation.

“Cheetos?”

“What? You were saying back at the bar how you haven’t eaten all day.”

She shakes her head and follows him.

The cashier barely registers their slightly haphazard appearances. Her holding a bag of of peas on her hand and him with his wild, outgrown hair and beard.

(He’s been saying for weeks now how he needs to get a cut. Karen has been secretly hoping he’ll never get around to it.)

They check out and head back to the van. He opens the sliding door for her and motions for her to sit. He tosses the Cheetos in the front seat and starts taking the gauze out of the packaging. A few moments of silence pass as Frank wraps her hand.

“There that should do it.”

Karen’s bandaged hand falls into her lap as Frank takes a seat beside her.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

The streets are abnormally quiet, with the occasional car and passerby. Only then does Karen realize how late it is.

“How long?”

She knew it wouldn’t be long before he asked.

“How long what?”

“That been going on for? Assholes getting in your face.”

“Um, pretty much from the start, when I was at the Bulletin. It was never that bad until Fisk got out of jail but I guess he still...”

“Has it out for you.” Frank finishes as he scratches his beard.

“Yeah.”

“And this was cause you got in his face? Right? You said, uh...”

“Yeah it was while you were gone. I was trying to get him to attack me but it backfired. It was reckless and stupid and...”

“It was. You scared the shit out of me when you told me.”

“Frank I don’t...”

“Why would you do that? Just throw yourself into the line of fire like that?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Okay? He’s gone... for now. And you’re here.”

She knows he wants to press on but he restrains himself. For now anyway.

“That was a decent punch by the way.”

She turns her head to him, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, clearly.” She emphasizes with her injured hand.

“Hey you got him that’s what counts.”

They’re both laughing. It doesn’t last long though and it’s quiet again.

“Why didn’t you call Karen? When that was all going down?”

“Frank...”

“I would’ve came. You know that, right?”

“Of course I know that. Look you said you needed to get away and I didn’t want to ruin that.”

“You wouldn’t have ruined...”

“Frank Castle needs a chance to live. Not the Punisher.”

Frank scoffs and gets up.

“Frank Castle won’t survive if people he cares about get needlessly killed.”

“I know but it wasn’t your fight.”

He turns to her, visibly upset.

“The hell it is. I told you about what went down between me and Fisk when I was in Rikers. I have just as much stake in this as you and Nelson and Murdock...”

He draws out the Murdock and Karen has to fight the urge to roll her eyes.

“Frank I told you I didn’t want to talk about this...”

“Too fucking bad we are.”

His cutoff startles her and he knows it did. He raises his hand but retreats it immediately. He takes a breath, mutters a string of words; unintelligible and soft. Karen cradles her hand, the peas have gone lukewarm. A car horn blares in the distance, breaking the awkward pause.

“Karen I... I promised you that I was never gonna let anything happen to you...”

“You’re not always gonna be there Frank...”

“Maybe I want to be.”

He clenches his jaw and Karen knows she looks dumbstruck to him.

“Look when I left... it wasn’t cause of Russo or Rawlins or all that shit. I left... cause I’ve been scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of me. Of this, us. There’s something here Karen. And don’t go saying that there ain’t something cause I’m not gonna fucking hear it okay? You spoke of an after and I didn’t want to hear it then but...”

He’s close now, her knees slightly brushing against his. He looks down, half in shadow and half illuminated by harsh fluorescents.

“But?”

“Let’s just go into this together? Dive in, yeah? I’m not good with words but you were there... you believed in me when no one else did. I want to be the same for you.”

He gets on his knees, his hands gripping the floor of the van.

“Frank, I’m afraid that whatever we do beyond... this... I ruin things. I try and I try but I just...”

“Hey. Hey.” He places his hands on top in her thighs.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

She feels it again. The pull she felt when they were in the elevator. She couldn’t control herself then and she concludes right then and there that she never could with him.

Their foreheads meet and it’s the closest feeling to home that Karen has had in a long time.

“I was never one for the shallow end of the pool. I always went for the deep end.”

“You’re a swimmer?”

“Not competitively. Just during the summers at my grandparents’ house in upstate New York.”

He smiles and she smiles and there’s this click, like the universe has finally snapped itself back into its proper place.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He asks after a while. They’re still sitting in the van. He’s been running his fingers down her open palm, cradling the makeshift ice pack he made for her in his lap.

“Yeah?”

“I think we’re gonna be fine. But I’m warning you now, I’m not the best at keeping secrets.”

Before he can spill another one she silences him with a kiss.

[ninjafairy86]

western au......i never knew how much i needed a wild wild west tomione story but now I canT go On Without It (;´༎ㅡ༎ຶ`)

RIGHT!? I have this fight scene in my head where Tom and his gang are ransacking the town. They’re all in the saloon and Hermione is hiding, terrified for her life behind the bar, caught in the crossfire. Tom thinks he’s shot everyone, so he relaxes a little bit, only to have Hermione FEEL BRAVE ENOUGH to pick up this spittoon FILLED WITH NASTY CHEWING TOBACCO and CHUCK IT at the back of his head.

the nasty tobacco spit FLIES EVERYWHERE. all over TOM all over HERMIONE all over EVERYWHERE and he slowly turns around and is like…..

bitch did u just throw a fucking spittoon at me???

and hermione is all

oh shit o_o lol awkward, bro

actually, omg omg I JUST REMEMBERED that i put this in as a prompt for a writing comp and I think someone is writing it, so MY HOPES AND WISHES might come true!!!