Badass Frankie — 11. oz Mug
Frankie doesn’t just sit on your shelf — she hijacks your morning routine. The Badass Frankie 11oz Ceramic Mug transforms ordinary coffee into a dark humor ritual, fusing cult drinkware, gothic kitchen aesthetics, and saga-fueled storytelling. Crisp artwork, fired onto glossy ceramic with the blood-red Die Jimmy Die signature, makes this more than a cup — it’s a battle cry with a handle, built for caffeine-fueled vengeance and late-night tea conspiracies.
Why you’ll drink from it: because mugs shouldn’t just hold liquid, they should hold chaos. This one carries the saga — powering your lattes, espressos, or questionable “midnight potions” with cult energy. Take a sip, and you’re not just hydrating… you’re pledging allegiance to Team Frankie in the immortal love war against Jimmy.
- 11 oz. glossy white ceramic
- High-detail print (crisp, no fading)
- Microwave and dishwasher safe
- Artwork: “Frankie with the .45” — official DJD saga piece
- Colorway: White ceramic / Black line art / Red script
What Fellow Fans Are Saying
“The Badass Frankie mug doesn’t just hold coffee — it holds grudges. Glossy ceramic, crisp artwork, and that blood-red signature scream dark humor drinkware. Perfect for fueling revenge mornings, saga-fueled tea breaks, or keeping my Die Jimmy Die cult collection alive one sip at a time.”
“Took my Frankie ceramic coffee cup into the office and someone instantly asked, ‘Team Frankie?! How could you!’ The print is bold, dishwasher-safe, and it nails that mix of alt lifestyle merch and cult storytelling. 10/10 — Frankie now supervises my caffeine intake.”
“Every sip from the Badass Frankie 11oz mug feels like part of the saga. Strong ceramic, vivid gothic print, and the vibe is pure immortal cult coffee energy. It turned my daily latte into an alt streetwear caffeine ritual. Drinking never felt this dangerous.”
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Frankie’s Diary — Chapter: Straight Line, Steady Hand
Day 14.
So I traced a straight line from my eye to his bad decisions and let the weight of the steel do the rest. Breath in, breath out—no tremble, no mercy, no rush. He winked and smiled (of course he did). The gun explodes; Jimmy’s smirk shattered just before the bullet hit. The room smelled like the first kiss of a curse cracking.
I kept the bow tie — the last ribbon in his sight before the fall. The shot rang clean, but certainty is a ghost I can’t hold. Was this the end, or just another rehearsal of fate? If he rises tomorrow, so will I — eyes steady, vow unbroken. Die, Jimmy, Die. Patience is my sharpest weapon.
