#i'll get a tagging system up soon i gotta go have dinner !!

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. ﾟ * ｡ ･   ( sydney park / cisfemale / she/her ) — wait, is that GABRIELLE THEODORA PRESCOTT walking down the street? i’ve heard the TWENTY ONE year old BOOKKEEPER happens to be a GHOST. apparently they’re really -SCATTERBRAINED & -MELODRAMATIC, but surprisingly +HUMBLE & +CHARMING.  I always think of SIDEWALKS AFTER IT RAINS & SHAKESPEARE SOLILOQUIES when i hear their name.  (dae, 25, she/her, pst)

name: gabrielle ‘brielle’ theodora prescott

birthday: may 29th

gender: cisfemale

sexuality: pansexual 

personality.

+ humble, charming, gregarious

- scatterbrained, melodramatic, sullen

aesthetic.

the smell of rain / thunderstorms / water crashing onto rocks / spilled ink / candles burning / leather journals / bookcases / piles of books / marble statues / grand libraries / trench coats & pleated skirts / flower crowns carefully woven / hearts drawn in pen on skin / sunlight peeking through blinds / messy buns & glasses 

about.  triggers:  death 

brielle was born in 1775, shortly after america had gained their independence from england. having high aspirations and the joys of a new life, she thought she was going to have the world. that was suddenly stripped from her when she was murdered while walking the beach in the early morning. her killer had strangled her from behind, throwing her over the cliffs and into the waters below where her body would rot and decay, slowly drifting out to sea. she understands that she’s dead and accepts her fate (though she wishes she could know if the man ever saw justice), but she also cannot accept the fact that she can’t coexist in society. 

as a child, she loved literature and only wished to be a writer or a great poet, so she decided to roam the local library, indulging in her favorite stories and poems. she gets enraged from time to time when she realizes all of the things that were stolen from her and she tends to hate what she is during these moments.   

she wears a necklace almost every day that allows her to stay tied to the physical plane. it was the only thing she died with that actually stayed with her. she met a seer who was able to help her perform a ritual to enable her to remain on earth with the help of a druid’s dying words.   

brielle is a romantic okay, she just wants love and happiness. she sees the world always with rose-colored glasses and believes the best in people. she’s been enamored by books and poetry so her ideas of life and how the world should be are entirely warped. she is that child that would run around and pretend she was some princess or maybe even juliet! she is sweet and lovable, but she has her dark sides. 

if you think even for a moment that this girl isn’t slightly vengeful, you’re wrong. while she does have a heart of gold & a kind soul, brielle is not one to be messed with & if you piss her off enough she can be a torrential hurricane that destroys everything in her path

she definitely has characteristics of a poltergeist type or an interactive personality. poltergeist is when she’s overly emotional and unable to control herself or her powers. she gets like this and can be considered malicious at these moments though she never means to hurt anyone (unless you’ve done something to deserve it). interactive personality is any other time, it’s fleeting memories and moments. a smell, disembodied voice, her figure standing by the lighthouse cliffs. she can seem otherworldly & ethereal at times

she wanders the coast constantly. the water was always something she adored, it was calming and peaceful and when she was staring out at sea, she could feel herself breathe again. her parents were hard on her, wanting her to get a grip on reality, but she would always be a dreamer through and through. 

[thegirlyouknow]

tag meme again cause it got deleted the first time cause my phone is an asshole

I was tagged by the eternally sassy @forevermarvelsbitch who persuaded me to redo my answers so here I am and by the way I am terrible at parking never let me drive

LAST...

drink: water. A bitch gotta stay hydrated

phone call: mumzie

text message: "Maybe one day our descendants will rise up against the system and eat the rich" to a mate and that's all you need to know

song you listened to: I sang Vogue by Madonna to myself in the car, does that count?

time you cried: 2am on Sunday cause I was scared about some stuff and I'm a little bitch

EVER...

dated someone twice: nah

kissed someone and regretted it: ooooohhhh yeah because the kiss was disgusting and I still have flashbacks

been cheated on: ain't never had a lover, my mate, so no

lost someone special: yes

been depressed: bitch I'm depressed right now. Serotonin? I don't know her

gotten drunk and thrown up: let me tell ya, I got real close and it was not fun

favourite colours: blue, purple, red, pink

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU...

made new friends: I'd like to think so, but I have a terrible fear that everyone hates me oops

fallen out of love: never fallen in it

laughed until you cried: at Greg Davis telling embarrassing stories cause same

found out someone was talking about you: I'm not that important lol

met someone who changed you: I did meet someone I want to smack in the head, if that counts

found out who your friends are: this sounds so salty

kissed someone on your facebook friends list: not this year, but the past is the past...👀

GENERAL

how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: most and the ones I don't know are distant relatives I know of but not personally

do you have any pets: no, but my friend's doggo, Nala loves me and 😍

do you want to change your name: ugh yES! This is such an ungrateful 1st world problem, but I'm so mad at my parents for naming me Caitlin. It's so bleurgh and nothing. I hate saying it and I hate hearing it. I wish my name was pretty ffs

what did you do for your last birthday: dinner with the fam. I'll be 21 next month tho 👀

what were you doing at midnight last night: reading a fic and asking my insomnia if she'd let me sleep. She said no and I didn't rip

what is is something you can't wait for: I ordered some books I'm excited for! Also my next pay check cause I use material things to fill the void

what are you listening to right now: my dad is watching The Flash, who's being warned by an old guy not to "ever do something like that again"

have you ever talked to a person named tom: my mum's friend's son is called tom and we were forced to play Teletubbies together as toddlers but we actually were good buddies and I wonder what the bastard is up to these days

something that gets on your nerves: my first answer was something deep about bullies, but I've come back to say faulty technology really grinds my gears

most visited website: this hellsite

hair colour: dark blonde but I'm in denial, so I need to get my highlights touched up

long or short hair: mid-length. I've been tryna grow it long since I was 10, pls gods of hair, grant me some hair care tips

do you have a crush on someone: not to sound emo, but I'm not sure I'm capable

what do you like about yourself: I'm hardworking, resilient, understanding, open-minded mostly, my cheekbones are as high as Mount Everest and I got a phat ass

want any piercings: I'm not metal enough :/

blood type: who's askin'?

nicknames: Cait, Catie, Catie-Kates, Catie-Anne, Caters, Smol C, and sometimes my mother mixes up my name with my aunt's and calls me Kerry 😅

relationship status: alene

zodiac: liSTEN I am a Libra sun, Aquarius moon and Gemini rising

pronouns: she/her but I will also answer to Madame

favourite tv shows: SKAM, Outlander, Scrubs, Misfits, Sense8, QAF US, H2O Just Add Water, Bob's Burgers, Archer, The Good Place, Cuckoo, Reign, Game Of Thrones, I could go on and on

tattoos: soon

right or left handed: right

ever had surgery: the closest thing was getting all 4 wisdom teeth surgically removed the day after my final (HSC) exams

piercings: just me ears

sports: danced from ages 6-16, played netball in primary school, soccer in high school, tried tennis once only to find out I'm rubbish, swim all summer every summer, yoga every Monday for the past 5 years

vacation: last trip was a road trip with me Ma to see my nan in the country and my dream trip is the northern lights in Norway 🇳🇴😍

eating: I just ate a raspberry icypoll and it was good

drinking: the tears of fallen men

about to watch: Gotham that my dad got for Father's Day your welcome

waiting for: my real life to begin it's a Colin Hay reference

want: real talk; to find a purpose

get married: to an old rich man who mysteriously disappears off our yacht in Monaco while I'm enjoying his money with my lovers Julio and Julianna in Tuscany

career: currently a bar wench & cash handler, as well as a media advisor, which is nowhere near as interesting as it sounds

WHICH IS BETTER

hugs or kisses: hugs cause you can give anyone a cuddle

lips or eyes: eyes

shorter or taller: literally everyone is taller than me so

older or younger: both at the same time. Age is a fictional prison. Time is an illusion. Boundaries are made to be transcended. I'm tired

nice arms or stomach: arms

hookup or relationship: ugh

troublemaker or hesitant: seeing as I'm a massive coward, I have to pick a troublemaker for shits and giggles

HAVE YOU EVER...

kissed a stranger: yeah but don't tell my mum

drunk hard liquor: oh yeah

lost glasses: no but now I'm gonna be worried about exactly that

turned someone down: yes

sex on the first date: nope

broken someone's heart: kinda but I am convinced they were both enamoured with the idea of me rather than the actual me which is such YA bullshite

had your heart broken: over and over in non-romantic ways

been arrested: no

cried when someone died: yes

fallen for a friend: platonically

DO YOU BELIEVE IN...

yourself: sometimes

miracles: sure

love at first sight: hell no

Santa Claus: of course 🎅🎄☃️🎁

kiss on the first date: yes bitch, get it

angels: dunno

OTHERS

best friend's name: hard to say cause we've known each other since we were literal babies, but it's been distant the last year and maybe all good things to come to an end even if you honestly believed they'd last forever

eye colour: brown

favourite movie: Moulin Rogue and the Mamma Mia films are all I really need to stave the loneliness

favourite actors: Toni Colette, Debra Mailman, Richard Roxburgh, Guy Pierce, Hugo Weaving, Maya Rudolph, Kristen Bell, Zoe Saldana, Sebastian Stan, Lupita Nyong'o, Amy Adams, Meryl Streep, Caitriona Balfe, Megan Follows and Tarjei Sandvik Moe ❤️❤️

tagging: @solo-silenzio @certifiedfilmhoe @ifyoucouldsayanything @lesbiankelsey @loveshaydixon but only if you want to cause this was a damn trek and a half xoxo

[onebatch2batch]

I wanted to pop in to tell you how much I adore and value all your writing for this little fandom. You are sincerely one of my favorite writers of the Kastle ship. Also, I don't know if you're still accepting drabble prompts from that list, but if you are, could you please write something for 59. "Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I'll never leave you again."

Hi!!! Thank you so much for this sweet message. I love this fandom so much, everyone is so kind and welcoming and I’ve very happy to be a part of it. For those of you who are waiting for me to answer prompts, I am working on them and they will get done–just not all right away. Thank you for the patience and love xoxo

59. “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.”

Kastle, post-canon

The the bell above Johnnie’s Hardware’s door jingles happily as Frank steps through, a blast of cool air hitting him in the face. Sarah Lieberman sighs gratefully as she follows him in. He grabs a basket and shoots her an amused look.

“Y’know you didn’t have to come, right?”

Sarah huffs, following him towards the back of the store. “Pete, if I don’t learn this stuff, no one will. And then what will we do when Leo goes off to school? Trust David?”

He chuckles, eyes scanning the shelves. “You got some time before we gotta resort to that. And I’m a good stand-in.”

She hums, adjusting the strap of her purse. “Maybe so. But no way in hell I was staying in that furnace of a house. At least the van has AC. Might as well keep you company.”

Frank shakes his head, stopping before the shelves carrying the parts needing for her air conditioning system. It had gone out the day before and, due to the intense summer, the handyman had a list of clients will the same problem. After a full twenty-four hours of sweltering heat, David had called asking for his help. Frank was glad to do it and while David was at work he’d gone to survey the problem and picked up a tag-along into town.

Said tag-along is currently staring at the shelves critically. She leans forward to read the little labels underneath the parts and Frank steps over, picking up what he needs. He explains each part, what it’s called and what it’s for. Her blank stare tells him she’s regretting her decision to be included, and eventually he huffs. “Alright, that’s it. Ready?”

“I actually wanted to look at shower heads. Do you mind? The kids broke theirs–somehow.” Her frustrated sigh reminds him painfully of one of Maria’s after the kids had caused trouble. He gives her a tight nod and leads her to the opposite side of the store, turning the corner and stopping short.

Sarah collides into his back with a small yelp, and the woman scanning the shelves in front of them turns to look, jolted.

“Frank,” Karen says, eyes widening.

There aren’t many thing that scare a man like Frank Castle, anymore. Standing here with Karen Page in her shorts and tank top, a baffled and hurt expression on her face, is absolutely one of them. “Karen,” he says, but it comes out on a choke.

Her eyes fall to Sarah and the change in her is immediate. Her surprised hurt turns to a polite but confused smile. She lifts her basket on her hip and glances at Frank. He can see the panic in her eyes, and it takes him a moment to realize it’s because she’s said his real name in front of a woman she doesn’t know. Always protecting him, even when she’s hurt.

Sarah steps forward excitedly. “Karen? As in Karen Page? I’ve heard so much about you–I’m Sarah Lieberman. It’s nice to put a name to the face!”

She blinks, digesting the information, and then relaxes slightly. “Oh, hi. It’s nice to meet you.”

Frank shifts awkwardly. It’s been nearly six months since they’ve been face to face. After the carousel and the hospital, he’d sent her a text (I’m fine, it’s over. I need some time.) and then retreated into himself much like before. It had taken weeks and months of group sessions with Curtis, dinners with the Lieberman family, and working as Pete Castiglione for him to work up the nerve to approach her. By that time it had been long enough he was sure she wouldn’t want to see him–she had stopped sending texts and calling weeks before.

He meets her gaze. “What’re, uh, what’re you doin’ here?”

She yanks her hair behind her ear and turns back to the shelves in front of her. It’s a familiar gesture that makes his chest ache. “My stupid sink is clogged and my super is a creepy asshole.”

Sarah’s elbow jabs him in his ribs and he blinks, realizing he’s been staring. “Uh. D’you need some help?”

Karen turns to him with sad, frustrated eyes. She looks like she’s debating on saying no. “If you have better things to do–”

“Oh, he doesn’t.” Sarah grins, plucking the basket from his hand. “Leo should be home from school soon. She can help me. Pete, why don’t you go help Karen?”

Frank feels a familiar panic blossom in his chest as both women look at him, waiting. He nods, a quick jerk of his head. Sarah squeezes his arm and smiles at Karen. “Nice to meet you, Karen! Maybe one day we can get some lunch.”

Karen returns her smile and this time it’s a little softer, a little more genuine. “Thanks, Sarah. I’d like that.”

Sarah waves and walks off towards the shower heads, and Karen’s gaze lands on him again. The air between them is stale with unsaid words, and he eventually looks away at the tools. “You know what kinda leak?”

She describes the problem and he grabs the appropriate parts for her, trying to keep himself busy. Soon enough they’re out the door and into the wet summer heat towards her place.

Her apartment is just as he remembers. Same eclectic bookshelf, same tiny kitchen and same beers pulled from the fridge. It gives him deja vu, taking the bottle from her outstretched hand as she looks at him with searching blue eyes. He lowers his head and mutters, “I should take a look at that” and then he’s under the sink and out of sight. Karen sits on the island opposite him, her flip-flop clad feet swinging into view everytime he looks down the length of his body. Her toes are painted a deep red. He turns to the task at hand.

“Is it fixable?” She calls after a moment.

“Yeah. Easy fix,” he grunts back, tightening and loosening and doing everything he can to keep his mind off the woman not three feet away. When he finishes and stands, he flicks on the tap and washes his hands slowly. It works fine.

Her gaze burns holes in the back of his head. He stares down at the suds on his hands and forces the words out. “…sorry I haven’t been around.”

Karen huffs, half amused and half…something else. Something he can’t quite name. Something close to betrayal, but not quite. “Yeah, well, I guess I should be used to it by now.”

He turns, drying his hands on a towel. The label of her beer bottle is peeled away methodically; scraps of paper fall onto the floor. “What’s that mean?”

She glances up, catches him watching and straightens her spine. She cocks her head, considering her words with an unwavering stare. “It means you and Matt and everybody else I care about seem to think they can just come in and out of my life and I’ll just keep letting them do it.” She pauses, looking away, and then says quietly, “…letting you do it.”

Shame fills him up until he feels like he’s going to drown in it. It’s taken weeks and months of searching to find out who he is, after everything was over. He’s still not entirely sure he knows, but he knows he’s not someone who can just let the people he cares about think he doesn’t. He twists the towel in his hands, then tosses it aside. He runs a hand through his hair and waits until her eyes came back. “I wanted to come back here. Almost did, a couple of times.”

She’s a little taller than him, perched on the counter like she is. She stares down at him, surprised at the admission. “Why didn’t you?”

“I had to get my shit straight.” Frank rubs his neck. He’s getting that feeling at the base of his skull—nervous, on edge, awkward—it’s the same thing he feels every time he opens up in group. “And I couldn’t drag you back into it, y’know? You—you did so much for me. It’s not fair to expect you to clean up this.” He gestures vaguely to his head, scowling. She doesn’t say anything so he looks away, energy draining with one long sigh. “I’ve been goin’ to group, and workin’, yeah? But I wanted to come back and be—…”

Her toes wiggle in his peripheral when he trails off. She shifts. “Be what?”

“…fuck, I don’t know, worthy?” He looks up and catches her raised brows. “I know, shit’s corny but…You’re one of the best people I know and I–…if I were lookin’ in on all this from outside, I’d want me to get my shit together first. Yeah? You’re worth the wait–that’s all.”

He hasn’t been so honest since that first afternoon in group. When he’d looked around the circle of women and men with the same exhausted defeat on their faces and said I’m scared. He’s a little surprised with himself now, if he’s honest, but there’s a gentleness settling in the soft slope of her lips so he can’t regret his candidness too much.

“What are you trying to say, Frank?”

He exhales slow, bracing himself. “I’m sayin’ tell me to go and I will…but tell me to stay and I’ll never leave again.”

Karen gives him a measured look, but her cheeks are lifting into a wide smile. She holds out a hand and he takes it, marvels at the smooth skin there and the beauty mark on her index finger. She tugs him closer, pulls his hand to rest on her thigh and covers his chest with her own. He peers up at her looking wrecked and star struck all at once.

“Promise?” she asks quietly. “Because Frank…I can’t watch you walk away again.”

His hand comes up to cup her face, thumb brushing her cheekbone. Gentleness bleeds out of his eyes, buzzes around her skin. He leans forward and presses his temple to her own, the quietness of the kitchen filling the air around them.

“Promise.”

tagged (if anyone wants to be added let me know!)

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