#mine: kastle

[johnnyutahh]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐒, 𝐈𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍? (TIME IS LUCK, AND I WISH OURS OVERLAPPED MORE…. OR FOR LONGER)

[seaquell]

Hey, when am I gonna see you? You want to?

[parkerscheer]

run

[notyourblogkeeper]

Romance in media is so overdone. I much prefer a focus on platonic relationships and self growth. TV shows need to stop forcing romantic plots and subplots into shows that are not meant to be about romance.

That being said, if the characters that I ship don't become canon and make out a bunch the writers are wrong and doing a bad job and they're also cowards.

[152glasslippers]

take care: a kastle angst playlist

listen here

[ID: Top image is a 3×3 grid of nine smaller images. From top left to bottom right: A blonde white woman with her left arm raised photographed from behind on an empty city street lit by yellow streetlights; an unmade queen-sized bed with white sheets, two white pillows, and one gray pillow in a room lit only by a lamp on the bedside table to the left of the bed; the Brooklyn Bridge, the East River, and the New York City skyline lit up at dusk, photographed between the links of a chain link fence out of focus in the foreground; close-up of a newspaper, the partial headline ‘military stand firm as protests continue’ visible; a single white rose in bloom, the green stems and closed petals of several other white roses behind it; two lines of white text centered at the bottom of a black background, line one reads ‘go, go on,’ line two ‘take care’; three small puddles on wet pavement, two of which are reflecting red light; close-up of a black Glock handgun, five loose bullets, and a box of ammunition laid out on black canvas fabric; close up of a white man’s hands wrapped around a white coffee mug. Bottom image is a list of songs, the track titles in white, the artist names in dark gold, centered on a black background in the following order: You Should Know Where I’m Coming From – Banks; It Takes a Lot to Know a Man – Damien Rice; Freight Train – Sara Jackson-Holman; Nowhere Warm – Kate Havnevik; The District Sleeps Alone Tonight – Birdy; Under The Same Stars – Fink; Your Ghost – Greg Laswell; Writing On The Wall – Bob Moses; Can’t Stop – OneRepublic; Killing You – Broods; ocean eyes – Billie Eilish; I Follow Rivers – Husky; You – Keaton Henson; Shallows – Daughter; Unfold – The xx; All We Do – Oh Wonder; hoax – Taylor Swift End ID.]

[acevegangymnast]

pairing: karen page + frank castle (marvel's defenders saga)

song: love like you - steven universe + rebecca sugar

[peterjakes]

Frank x Karen - ‘never could be sweeter than with you’

Frank and Karen argue, but Frank can’t deny his feelings for Karen any longer and finally lets her in. 

I’ve finally done it! After months of saying I would finish this fic and this little kastle series, it’s done. Not sure why I put it off for so long bc I actually enjoyed writing this one. 

I will miss writing about frank and karen :( - maybe I’ll revisit them one day. 

But for now, enjoy! Thank you to everyone that has read, commented or liked any of the pieces from this series <3

also posted on ao3; https://archiveofourown.org/works/41955771

“You’ve gotta be honest, Karen.”

Karen was standing a few feet away from Frank, fiddling with her coffee cup. There seemed to be some hostility between the two of them. The morning had started fine, started normal but had taken an odd turn. She didn’t want to argue, didn’t want to fight but she couldn’t help herself. She was just in that kind of mood.

Frank was leant up against the kitchen counter, both elbows lying across in front of him. He seemed agitated, not exactly at Karen but the situation. She wasn’t listening to him, seemed to want to argue and disagree with every single thing he said. This hadn’t put Frank in the best mood. It was frustrating when Karen was like this, like she wanted to argue, wanted to fight. Frank didn’t want to fight her. He never did.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Karen frowned; she may have exaggerated it a little more than she needed to. She knew exactly what Frank was talking about. Or at least she had some kind of idea. She just didn’t particularly want to have this conversation, not right now. She didn’t want to face it, especially if she couldn’t predict the outcome.

“Isn’t that what you want? Honesty?”

“Can’t answer a question with another question.” Karen answered. Hearing herself talk like that almost conjured up some embarrassment. She sounded like a child, a child who wasn’t getting what they wanted. She wasn’t even sure how this argument had started. It wasn’t as if her and Frank had never had a disagreement before. But something felt different this time. It was serious. It was true that Karen had made some mistakes, particularly recently. She understood Frank was worried about her, the same way Karen worried about him. And maybe she had been too risky.

“Can’t I?” Frank almost laughed as he shook his head. Karen seemed to be purposely argumentative, she just wasn’t listening. Karen knew exactly how to irritate Frank. It wasn’t something she did very regularly. But she still knew how to do it.

“That’s what I liked about you; you were always honest with me. Always. Even if you weren’t completely honest with yourself.” Sighing, Karen placed her coffee cup on the table. She started to move forward, closer towards Frank, trying to diffuse the tension. “I’m being honest, I’m being completely open, Frank.”

Frank opened his mouth to argue but decided against it, knowing there was no point hashing everything back up. Karen didn’t want that and neither did Frank. Maybe they were more alike than they thought. “Okay. Okay.”

“Look, it doesn’t have to be this way. It really doesn’t.” Karen sighed, wanting to get through to him. She never believed Frank could change completely, she knew there was a small part of him that didn’t want to or at least couldn’t bring himself to. But the past few months, something had clicked. Karen knew who Frank was, she wasn’t being naïve about this. But there had to be a breaking point, didn’t there?

“No?” Frank knew he was being hostile; he knew he wasn’t listening to Karen properly. He was angry at himself, angry at the situation. Things never seemed to go smoothly; nothing was easy in his life. Sometimes, in the early morning, when he had all the time in the world with himself and his thoughts, Frank wished things were different. He wished certain things hadn’t gone the way they had, or he wished he had acted differently, chosen a different path. But soon after these thoughts circled around his head, he’d look down to the women sleeping soundly beside him and couldn’t imagine a life without her, not now.

“Frank, just, just listen.”

“No, you listen to me, Karen. You can’t keep doin’ this. You can’t.” Frank hadn’t meant to interrupt Karen, and even she seemed taken aback by it. He wasn’t raising his voice, he seemed calmer than ever. This was serious for him; it wasn’t a joke.

“Doing what?” Karen turned her back to Frank, she could feel herself getting more annoyed. This seemed to be a discussion the two of them were having more frequently. It wasn’t always an argument, and Karen usually understood what Frank was trying to say. But they just never seemed to get anywhere. Karen knew she didn’t always do exactly what she should have, and it would have been stupid to believe Frank wouldn’t blame himself. That was just who he was. But it was hard for Karen to stop, as she knew it had been hard for Frank. Maybe, she should have been more understanding of that.

“Putting yourself in these situations. Getting yourself into trouble.” It wasn’t just once or twice, wasn’t even three times. In a way, Frank couldn’t blame Karen. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t done things worse or just as bad. It wasn’t that he knew what he was doing, and Karen was a complete amateur. But he knew they couldn’t keep going along like this, they weren’t always going to be so lucky.

“Where you need to save me, you mean?” Karen scoffed. They’d had this conversation before, they just went around and around. It was getting tedious. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand why, she knew what Frank was saying. But she didn’t need protection, not completely. She’d done stupid things in the past, but it was different know. She knew the risks. “You don’t need to. I can take care of myself.”

“I never said that. I know you can.” It would be stupid of Frank to deny this. Never had he met someone with such resilience or vigour. Karen knew exactly who she was, she was curious, kind-hearted and would stop at nothing to help those less fortunate. These qualities among so many others was why he couldn’t let her go, why he couldn’t let her get hurt. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself, never.

Karen closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply. She knew she couldn’t be angry with Frank; her heart didn’t break when she looked at him, not anymore. She didn’t want to argue, it hurt her soul when they did, even in these rare moments. But she just wanted to know what he was thinking. “Then what?” This question had come out more harshly than intended, but she knew it would get her the answer she wanted.

Frank waited a moment before answering, choosing his words very carefully. He knew he couldn’t slip up, not when Karen would be clinging onto to every single world that escaped his mouth.

“There’s people who care about you.” Frank spoke quietly now, the anger or frustration he felt only moments ago had disappeared. He wasn’t looking at Karen, his eyes were trying to find anything but her disappointed face.

Karen sighed, almost scoffing at that comment. People who care… Is that all he wanted to say? Is that all he could say? This argument, it was pointless, what were either of them even trying to say? Karen didn’t know, not really. Everything just seemed too exhausting.

“People who love you.” Frank’s eyes found Karen this time, he made sure of it. He knew he couldn’t say it, not quite. He thought maybe he didn’t need to. There was so much unspoken between the two of them. Karen understood Frank, better than anyone. But maybe she couldn’t let this one slide.

“Do they, these…people?” Karen raised her eyebrow, as if to signal to Frank. She knew exactly what he was saying, knew exactly who he was talking about. But she knew he wasn’t going to say it, wasn’t going to admit it. Not even after everything It wasn’t that Karen wanted him to, needed him to or even expected him to. Those words were heavy, they carried so much. And that just wasn’t Frank. He never said the words, about anything. Only showed his feelings by his touch. Showed his love by those touches. The touches, the looks, the eyes, the smiles, the ones he only allowed Karen to see. The ones he only wanted Karen to see.

Frank didn’t answer Karen. What could he say? What Karen wanted to hear, what she longed to hear. He wasn’t sure it was possible.

“What are you saying?”

“Karen.” Frank whispered this; it was almost too quiet for Karen to hear. His mouth was dry, almost too dry for any other words to form. Frank said this with such a softness, a calmness, something Karen hadn’t heard before. It surprised her, but that didn’t change anything. Not one thing.

“Yes?” Karen wasn’t going to let it go, she wasn’t going to let it slide. Not this time.

“I…” Frank faltered, not being able to carry on. It was as if his mouth couldn’t form the words. What were the words he even wanted to say? Looking up Karen’s soft eyes, waiting patiently, it was like he’d lost his voice. Lost his mind. Lost that ability. All because of her. Ashamed. That was how Frank felt. Karen seemed to give him everything, and yet Frank couldn’t do this small thing for her. Frank moved to lean more towards the tabletop, needing something to hold himself up. Why couldn’t he do it? Why was he such a coward?

Realising she may have taken it too far, Karen moved closer to Frank. She laid her hand on his, moving his fingers to interlock with his. Her eyes were firmly on him, whilst Frank had focused on her hands, the way she moved closer, the way she had touched him. Karen knew exactly how to touch him, how to bring him back, every single time.

“I know, I know.” Karen whispered this, only for Frank to hear. Her right hand moved up towards his cheek, stroking it slowly, as if to calm him.

“I…”

“You don’t need to. You don’t need to say it.”  She shook her head, quickly, wanting to rid of the anguish she could see on Frank’s face. She knew how he felt, she knew how she felt and that was enough. Never had she’d imagined this was where they would end up. But they had, and it was enough.

“Karen…”

“I know, me too. I do too.” Karen smiled at Frank, that small, sweet smile she had reserved only for him. She didn’t need him to say it, no, she knew it and she felt it.

Karen went to move towards Frank, but he had beaten her to it. Their lips touched, small kisses were formed on their lips, slowly, delicately, calmly. Karen allowed Frank to kiss her for a moment before she took control, her hand was still firmly pressed on her cheek, her fingers dragged along his chiselled jawline. Karen kissed Frank as she had never kissed him before. It was different now, with the confirmation, with the realisation, Karen knew she had Frank and he had her. There was no need to be afraid. Not anymore. They had each other and that was it.

Frank did love Karen, in a way that only he could. He loved her, even if those words couldn’t quite form on his lips and from his mouth. He’d loved her for longer than he had realised. He hadn’t realised he could allow himself to love again, to let someone in. But Karen had helped him to understand that now, to realise that now. He loved the way she smiled at the silly things in life. Loved the way she passionately cared about the injustices in the world. He loved her goofy laugh whenever she found something funny. Loved her kindness, her softness, with him in particular. He loved Karen Page. Frank Castle loved her. And she loved him. Frank Castle loved Karen Page. Karen Page loved Frank Castle.

[starkholme]

I post random prompts because I'm not a writer (at least not in English) and I'm hyperfixating on something, not because I'm lazy to write

[ghostmessenger]

Kastle Kreme

Galesburg, IL

[itsana004]

I'm curious which ones are your favourite Duel Links character themes and theme songs??

Mine are (without any particular order):

Yugo Theme

Yuto Theme

Jack Atlas Theme

Zexal Shark/Kaito Victory Theme

Zexal Shark's Theme

Kaito Tenjo Theme

Mizar Theme

Yubel Theme

So of course I didn't hear all of them if I missed any bangers let me know by telling me your favourites

[garglyswoof]

20 questions for fic writers

thanks @ninzied for the tag, this was fun!

How many works do you have on ao3? 18

What's your total ao3 word count? 115,767. i really need to port over a fic from ffn.

What fandoms do you write for? klaroline, kastle, kovacs x ortega (idk ship name)

Top five fics by kudos: oh this is surprising! Cold-brew (klaroline fae au), here's to the afterlife (klaroline mixed with some mayan crossing the veilness), We're the moth, we're the flame (klaroline smut), To cast a shadow (klaroline with native american mythos), You've got your stories all twisted up in mine (klaroline heist au)

Do you respond to comments? yes, unless i am having A Day

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? this kastle fic. i was so fucking pissed about tps2. i never posted it to ao3, probably because of the bitterness lol.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? any of my other fics have a good ending

Do you get hate on fics? not to my face

Do you write smut? i have, it's not the easiest for me that's for sure

Craziest crossover: uhhh nothing, though i would wager You've got your stories all twisted up in mine is ostensibly a 'Lies of Locke Lamora' fanfic in klaroline trappings

Have you ever had a fic stolen? no

Have you ever had a fic translated? no, these questions are for actual writers lmao

Have you ever co-written a fic before? you don't understand how badly i want to do a collaborative fic. i just think it would be fun.

All time favorite ship? eh? i kinda like them all equally

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? original!klaroline. needs an actual plot and a history degree i do not have.

What are your writing strengths? atmosphere

What are your writing weaknesses? actually writing lmfao

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? feels pretentious if i write it, fine if others do. ahhh gotta love self double-standards.

First fandom you wrote in? klaroline was my first.

Favorite fic you've written? i am not sure? there's something simple and as close to what i dreamed it to be in my kovacs x ortega fic. maybe that?

tagging some klaroline peeps to spread around @stars-and-darkness @kirythestitchwitch @morningstargirl666 @austennerdita2533 you guys will have a lot more to go off of!

[dorothleah]

Y'all I am so passionate about this I got my COMPUTER in the middle of doing laundry to sign onto tumblr.com and share this deranged parallel in my mind ok ok SO KASTLE RIGHT? I'm obsessed, thanks a lot to my friend megan (ily megan). So I was in the shower and I was humming Ivy by Taylor Swift, as you do. And it hit me like a brick WALL that this is THEIR. SONG. absolutely 1000% and let me demonstrate (this will be a long post please forgive my ramblings I am SO excited) How's one to know? I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones In a faith-forgotten land In from the snow Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow Tarnished but so grand I'm gonna start with the fact that Hell's Kitchen is easily a faith forgotten land. This song is, in my head, from Karen Page's POV where canonically in the comics, she marries Matt, or in the Netflix universe, at least dates him. She meets Frank, his touch TARNISHED but SO GRAND. And the old widow goes to the stone every day But I don't, I just sit here and wait Grieving for the living Karen KNOWS what it's like to kill someone. To lose them. She, just like Frank, GRIEVE for the living. Oh, I can't My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand Taking mine, but it's been promised to another Oh, I can't Stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered in you

Okay this is what started it for me. Karen being this protective person who yearns to be understood and loved for who SHE IS. HER PAIN fitting in the palm of rough, calloused Frank Castle's hand, but her hand is promised to Matt. But she still goes to him, as she now cares so deeply for his wellbeing, that it causes his "ivy to grow" and cover her. I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed He's in the room Your opal eyes are all I wish to see He wants what's only yours

The second verse hits hard, with that fatal flaw of Frank's, his idea that he cannot be happy, in love. That isn't in the cards for him anymore. Like he's cursed. Clover blooms in the fields Spring breaks loose, the time is near What would he do if he found us out? Crescent moon, coast is clear Spring breaks loose, but so does fear He's gonna burn this house to the ground How's one to know? I'd live and die for moments that we stole On begged and borrowed time So tell me to run Or dare to sit and watch what we'll become And drink my husband's wine This is where I stopped my laundry and just sat. What would he do if he found us out?? If Matthew Murdock found out Karen loved a man who kills others? We know Matt does not like the way Frank does things. The beauty of this secret deep rooted love is reminicent of spring, of renewal after loss for them both. LIVE AND DIE FOR MOMENTS THAT WE STOLE. ON BEGGED AND BORROWED TIME. That's it that's them. Because Frank will tell her to run, or just sit and watch her and Matt happily, because he believes he cannot give her what she deserves. Lastly: So yeah, it's a fire It's a violent blaze in the dark And you started it You started it So yeah, it's a war It's the fiercest fight of my life And you started it You started it Do I even have to say it? Frank is the absolute violent blaze. But I can see Frank saying SHE is the fiercest fight of his life and she started it, flipping the script. This part goes for them both. I am done. I apologize for my unhinged behavior, and I hope someone enjoyed this ridiculous ramble. <3

[shippingerror1091]

More Kastle fanfic. Not mine, I’m not this talented. I just love it.

[parkerscheer]

when you go away i still see you

[notyourblogkeeper]

All the Spotify wrapped posts inspired me to pull together a list of my favorite Kastle songs.

[thewittyphantom]

And finally, here’s Rio’s conversations with Quattro and Anna.

Quattro: You’re...... Rio: ......Quattro! Quattro: ............. Rio: I now know why Shark came to this world. To get revenge against you. Quattro: Are you feeling better? Since the hospital? Rio: Huh? Uh, yeah. Quattro: ......I’m sorry. I wanted to apologize to you in person. Not that it changes anything. Rio: ........Reginald won’t talk about you to me. But I’m sure he’s Dueled more than a few times against you. Or else, we wouldn’t be in this situation where you’re apologizing to me and talking face-to-face. Quattro: You’re right. You’re very perceptive - just like Shark. Rio: If you and Reginald have worked out your differences, then I have nothing more to add. However...Will you Duel me? Quattro: What? Rio: if I was able to defeat you easily in our Duel, none of this would’ve happened. That’s the only thing I regret. Quattro: Heh...Hahahaha! You Kastles sure hate to lose! Fine. I’ll Duel you as often as you like! And I promise I won’t do anything underhanded. Rio: Good to hear!

Rio: Excuse me. Anna: Huh? What’s up? Rio: Have you seen someone named Reginald Kastle around here? Anna: Kastle? Who’s that? Rio: His hair is the same color as mine. Except his is pointier. Anna: Hmmmmmmmmmmm...Oh, I’ve seen that guy! But I don’t know where he is. Rio: I see. Then do you know Yuma Tsukumo? Anna: What do you want with Yuma? Are you his friend? Or are you not his friend? Rio: Are you asking me if I’m going to erase him from existence? Anna: What!? No! I don’t mean that far! Rio: Because I heard that certain people are out to get him. Anna: Really!? Rio: Yes. That’s what I heard. Anna: (I didn’t know that...) Rio: So where’s Yuma? Anna: I’m not telling you! I don’t need weirdos hanging around him! If you want to see him, defeat me first! Rio: Sigh...It’s never easy...And I do not like being called a weirdo!