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Happy Easter Mr. Peter
#lisa franking the fuck outta this#if its even lisa frank? what's even the name of this style..?#rabbit#bunny#my art#easter#happy easter#artists on tumblr#the flowers are from a Very cool clip studio brush
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My Spidersona's Fighting Style (in Gifs):
Disco-Spider!Diane
Got this idea from the lovely @hrhmimieucliffe who has THE BEST OC and THE BEST ART jkfgjjkhgdfkg
I know the TikTok Trend is one gif only but i don't respect tiktok and I don't take orders neither does he
Derby Demolition -
This ain't all Disco-dancing and party-prancing - Diane LOVES Roller Derby too. And growing up in a house full of older-'brothas', Diane knows how to tussle.
More into Impact Play, you're more likely to catch an elbow to the teeth rather than a web to the face.
Diane punches, trips, headbutts, elbows, shoves, chokeholds - you name it, she'll do it. And her main weapon are her skates.
Diane is known to fight 'feet-first', with lots of kicks, and her skates are like her brass knuckles.
Getting kicked in the face with the truck (metal part) of her skates, you're 100% coming out of it with a broken nose. Lots of criminals in 1294 has crooked noses for a reason, ouch.
The Speed -
Diane's biggest asset is her speed.
Categorized by Lyla's systems as a 'Speedster Spider', like Jessica Drew - Diane belongs to a class of Spider's known for showing up fast and ending fights quick.
If you're on foot, on bike, in a car - you're not out-running her. If you're on land - you're not out-gunning her. If she wants to catch you, she's on your ass like white on rice.
People don't expect much from the skates - but surprisingly, she avoids much of the typical issues most Speedsters do. No gas tank to worry about, no loud engine, no need to stick to streets, can't be knocked off them - plus she can stick to freaking walls.
She's a speed power-house all by herself.
With Super-strength and training, Diane has legs stronger than Serena Williams on steroids. Using tactics to pick up speed, flips, skating on walls, and holding on to cars, Diane can clock up to 85-100mph (130-160kph) - almost twice as fast as the top speed skater, or a bit over the world's fastest pitch, doing this by using her webs as a slingshot for her.
She's fucking fast.
Style Points -
If you're gonna do it, do it well, am I right?
Diane is all for the style points - often pulling flips, axel spins, and turns from figure skating.
Part function and Part flair - Diane does this to pick up velocity while skating, or she'll attach one of her gold bangles to a web, spinning rapidly to swing it around her.
But it's also for fun. Like most Spider-people, she loves to show off and talk back during battle, and doing flips are her way of running circles around a villain.
You're a hardened criminal with malicious intent but you're getting your ass-beat by a walking Lisa Frank sticker, PLUS she's listening to Rick James on a Walkman, PLUS she's doing Olympic flips and shit.
This has become an in-joke with her fans.
From a New York where the neighborhoods are split into strict 'Police-Managed' and Black Panther territories - the general opinion of the public is pretty split on Disco-Spider because of it. At the very least, J.Jonah - a more militant Black Panther radio host - seems to think she's conceited and a 'lost sista'. Whatever, Hotep.
But one of the symbols of support for Disco-Spider is a simple white sign with a ten on it - like figure skating judges.
Created by Disco's supporters at the Discos and Queer Clubs she protects from police - the signs give Diane 10 out of 10's on style points.
Likewise, Black-Owned shops in the area can display a small '10' sign in their window to show they're under Disco's protection, along with '10' stickers on sign posts that are placed in areas she's considered to watch and patrol.
Disco and her supporters call her territory 'Disco's Haus', often referring to Disco as 'MamaDisco', though - they don't know Diane's really only 20. For their safety, most of them do not know who she is, and Disco might attend queer balls and discos masked. Though she usually just goes as plain-ol (yeah right) Diane.
Isn't it crazy that Diane ALWAYS misses it when Disco is here? Bummer.
10 outta 10 she's a bad bitch
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UMMM If you read this far thank you SO MUCH I LOVE SHARING THIS SO MUCH
And I'd love to see more people do this!
If you're down for it - show your sona's fighting style in 3 gifs (or more, or less, no rules!!)
I wanna see the type of woop ass we gonna release on Miguel
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chez deffo makes me think of someone who was like totally like, dragged into a situation he cant change and is trying 2 make the best of it, trying to be kind despite what the ppl arnd him do and say. i know the horrors of the wetworks prob sucks so much dick (negative) but like i know if anyones gonna come out on top of it its gonna b this guy, lit gives me the vibes of that fuckin positive nihilism post of the fuckin dude w sunglasses and giving a thumbs up over some lisa frank ass bg like hell yeah baby brother fuck that shit up youre so cool. totally has the vibes of like peak bisexual dude w total makings of the future malewife whos trying 2 make money off his music and leaves little notes 4 u arnd the house that remind u of how totally loved u are fr. deffo gives baby brother energy, like total youngest sibling vibe, both in the super sweet i wanna like totally adore u way and the like, stereotypical zoomer who will annoy the fuck outta u if he finds out he can (affectionate) i am like so down 2 watch how he grows as a person bc he like totally fucks and i wanna hang
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Frank would you stop being the Punisher if it brought your family back? Could you stop?
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"Who says I want 'em back?" FUCK. No. The words come out a little too quick and WRONG WRONG WRONG. It sounds like he's happy to have his family gone but there's nothing that could be further from the truth; not when he misses them with every fiber of his being and feels their absence like a phantom limb. It's the whiskey barely left in the glass— too much of it in his gut, muddying up his already banged up brain. Remorse washes over his tired battered features, screaming I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT and is chased by despair and disappointment in himself. Frank's a man aware that his social graces are severely lacking these days but this shit is something else entirely and it hurts him to have even mistakenly spoken of his family that way. His babygirl. His little boy. Behind the cringing closed lids of his eyes he sees them like he last saw them, red red red and wrong. Innocent angels.
SHIT, the only comfort he has in this world is the knowledge that they are safe beyond any pain that could ever try and touch them again. It's unfair, it's not perfect, they've been robbed of milestones as shitty as first heartbreaks and not getting into their first choice college; things he should have been there for to wipe their tears away. But AT LEAST, they're at peace. No shitbag boy will ever embarrass or reject his Lisa, no woman will ever rip Junior's heart out and step on it. He won't be dealing out shovel talks or dangling boys from windows for the audacity of doing them wrong. Nothing will ever touch Maria wrong again— she'll never stay up long nights worrying herself gray about them; about all the dumb choices that kids are bound to make as they grow up and test their wings— all the things Frank would have given them grief about like a hypocrite who hadn't done WORSE.
She'll never worry about anything ever again. None of them will. It's the only peace he knows.
Frank shakes his head, makes a face that says he intends to try again but first polishes off his drink— as if for courage or something. "Nah— I get it. That's a thing, now right? All these... uh... what'cha call 'em. The Enhanced. The-the-the weird shit fallin' outta the sky. People takin' a dirt nap then poppin' up like daisies again. Makes the question less uh— less hypothetical than it used t'be. I get it." He's spent the better part of two decades whiling away downtime in the desert with nothing to do but shoot the shit about every conceivable topic with his brothers. They've had deeper, weirder, and stupider conversations but everyone's played at least ONE round of 'who would you bring back if you could' and every associated variation.
"Somebody bringin' 'em back? S'no reason t'take the vest off. Somebody brings 'em back, first thing I'm doin' is loading for bear. I'd find 'em and uh— take 'em somewhere real nice. Real nice. Nice and secluded. Can't hear a man scream type'a place. They're gonna live so much longer than they wish— than they knew was possible with their guts hangin' out of them, but there's ways. Trust me, there's ways."
"Anybody ever touches them again? They're gettin' the PUNISHMENT they deserve, I'll tell ya that."
And if his family still lived beyond such a horror? How could he ever go back to them with his bloodied hands and his marked soul? No. No, there'd be no reason to put down the skull at all. It'd only be EVEN MORE reason to keep it on and live on as the memento mori that Lieberman had dubbed him. A reminder to all who even thought to intrude upon those restored lives that all men die— some more brutally and painfully than others, if they ended up in his crosshairs.
#. ( ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ & ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ) .#. ( ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs ) .#. ( ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ) .#child death cw#spousal death cw#death cw#violence cw#alcohol cw#gore cw#long post cw
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updated things i love (i still love everything in pt.1)
bjork, manga, jamiroquai, gorillaz, asobi seksu, luka sabbat, black and white photograpy, tattoos and piercings, grey and ginger dye on black people, pharell williams, lisa bonet, sade adu, tyler the creator interviews, bel-air, breaking bad, electric guitar, emergency intercom, nollywood movies, wearing loads of jewelry, bottom lashes, black spirituality, beads, prada loafers, august, scorpios, red lip, graffiti, rihanna's ANTI album, d'angelo, marvin gaye, being ginger, bangles, katanas, psychological books/ books that confuse the fuck outta you, ex-factor by lauryn hill, N.E.R.D, herbie hancock, digable planets, norah jones, cold showers, fletcher and wyatt shears, nirvana bleach album, pinstripe, 70's jazz, new orleans and japan, learning to speak Arabic or japanese, crocheting, buzzcuts on black women, leon ware, CDs, lenny kravitz, MAVI, the movie wotakoi, headwraps, anime, barnes and nobles, amazon, yo la tengo, astrud gilberto, velocity: design: comfort by sweet trip, the idea of opening a clothing store in england and living above it, brazil, lupe fiasco, intellectual comedy, cowboy bepop and jjba, DHL by frank ocean, a series of unfortunate events, my hxh phase, afros, napoleon dynamite, dreadlocks, bob marley's life story, cory kenshin, teryaki, I could go tf onnnn
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Survey #368
“whatever doesn’t kill you, is gonna leave a scar”
Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch? My favorite shirt is the Day of the Dead design by Cloak, which is Markiplier's and jacksepticeye's clothing brand. Mom's friend/former co-worker also got me a Ninja Sex Party shirt because she knew I liked them. There are SO MANY YouTubers I wanna support by buying shirts.
Do you think oatmeal tastes better when made with water or milk? Milk, 110%.
Have you ever left a note in a library book? No.
What time of day do you prefer to wash your hair? Morning.
Has anyone ever spread lies about you? Yes.
Have you ever taken a photograph with a celebrity? If so, did it turn out the way you wanted, or do you wish you could retake it? No.
If you could move out of your home country permanently, would you? If so, where would you go? If it didn't mean being so very far from my family, I would love to move to Canada.
Is there a celebrity that everyone else seems to love, but you find totally overrated? Why is it that you don’t like them? I legit don't know who's considered currently popular, and I especially don't know who they are as people.
If you could volunteer for any charity, which one would you choose? Do you think it’s more important to help humans, or are animal and environmental charities equally important? Something relating to animals, and I think they're both equally important.
Do you prefer holidays where you relax, or actually do things? I like a mix. Something chill, but you still do some stuff as a family.
Do you think that after we die our spirit is still alive? Yes.
Has anybody ever told you that you could be a model? Someone has mistaken me for a model in a picture I once took. It was one of the most flattering things I've ever heard, haha.
Do you use different kinds of moisturizer for different body parts? ie. hand lotion for your hands, face cream for your face. Or do you just use one moisturizer for all body parts? Yes.
Have you ever felt like you were someone’s rebound? No.
Has anybody ever broken up with you over something really pathetic? What was it? Have you ever been dumped in a disrespectful way? (eg. through text, through a friend..) I have 100% been dumped in a very cowardly and disrespectful way; after dating Jason for nearly four years and being very serious, he broke up with me very abruptly over Facebook Messenger. His reason was valid, but at the same time, he NEVER talked to me about it. Apparently my depression was dragging him down. If he'd fucking communicated it, I would have explored new treatment options so goddamn fast. But no, he decided to snap his fingers and disappear. That's exactly WHY it was so traumatic, I think: it was so unexpected and sudden.
Did you have a lot of role models as a kid? Animal enthusiasts like Steve Irwin and Jeff Corwin for sure.
Do you feel like anyone looks up to you? Why or why not? God no. I'm just... not someone to aspire to be like.
What was the last thing you found offensive? I'm not sure.
Who is the nicest person you know? My mom.
Do you feel safe in your country? I feel safe in NC, rather. Like I don't expect an atom bomb or terrorist attack or something in this obscure area. In the U.S.A. itself, sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. America is definitely not loved by every other country.
Do you feel safe where you live? Not in this city, no.
Have you been falsely diagnosed with something by a bad doctor? Yup. Did y'all know I apparently have ADHD? I know, shocking.
Have you ever had a doctor refuse to treat you? No.
Name the strangest game you’ve ever played (video game or real game): The first Silent Hill, probably. It took a lot of reading to get it.
Do you know anyone who has been struck by lightning before? No.
Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Does Stitch count? Or a Pokemon.
Do you like marshmallows? Yes.
What is your favorite flavor of candy cane? I really like the Jolly Rancher candy canes, I think they are?
Have you ever fostered an animal? No.
Do you still take hot showers when it’s hot out? Not as hot, but not cold except on very extreme occasions.
When writing $ sign, do you draw one line through the S or two? Two.
What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn’t have? I'm thankful that my parents were pretty open-minded to what pets I really wanted, but one I was never allowed to have was a ferret because of how messy and smelly they are.
List three people you’ve had crushes on: Jason, Sara, and Sebastian were probably my biggest crushes.
Have you ever thrown up from cramps? No, but god have I felt close.
List three people you had a hard time forgiving. Jason, Colleen, and my dad.
Who is the most spiritual person you know? Probably my sister's mother-in-law.
Would you ever start a vlog? God no, I'd bore people to tears.
Are your dreams coming true yet? I mean, I guess in some ways with my mental health. In my deepest depression, what I have now was a dream, even though current me is very discontent with it. Most of my dreams, though? No.
Do you struggle with depression? I've been diagnosed with severe depression since 7th grade.
Are you haunted by your past? A few things won't leave me alone.
What medical conditions do you have? Just a lot. There are even more that are up for debate. I've talked about my diagnosed conditions enough.
Do you use a Magic Bullet? No.
What does your apron look like? I don’t have one.
What are your favorite spicy foods? Hot Cheetos, Takis, hot wings, jalapeno pizza... Man, I love spicy food.
Which do you like better: being an adult or being a kid? Being a kid.
Were you excited to be a teenager on your thirteenth birthday? I had very mixed feelings.
Did you feel insecure in high school? Shit, I still do.
Would you ever be friends with someone who was suicidal? What the FUCK is this question? No fucking shit I would be. Someone being suicidal in no way affects who they are as a person.
Who was the biggest bully in high school? I don't think there really was one.
What was your favorite class in high school? Art.
Would you rather have a daughter or a son? If I wanted kids, a daughter.
Have you ever written to an advice columnist? No.
Have you ever had a doctor not believe what you told him? Maybe? I did however have an employee at the ER the first time I went try to pry out of me that my self-mutilation was for attention, and it wasn't until I insisted about a dozen times that it wasn't that he believed me. It's odd looking back that I got REALLY attached to him during that stay, knowing now that it was absolutely horrible and extremely unhelpful for him to do that.
If you’re female, would you feel uncomfortable having a male gynecologist? I would absolutely refuse to have a male one.
Do you like Lisa Frank? Yeah, like can you talk about aesthetic.
What gives you nightmares? Boy, I wish I could tell you, given how much I have them.
Were you ever hospitalized as a child? No.
Did you get senior pictures taken? No.
What color is your bicycle? I don’t have one.
Did you ever have to take home a fake baby in health class? No, thank fuck.
Would you rather wear ivory or white on your wedding day? What color will your bridesmaids wear? I'd rather wear black. I think red will be the bridesmaids' color.
Would you rather have a swimming pool or trampoline? I want a swimming pool so damn badly so I could exercise my legs without worrying about sweating, and I can stop and rest whenever I want, unlike going walking or something. I don't think my knees could handle a trampoline.
Do you think babies are cute? Some, sure. But a lot, not really.
Do you dream about the future a lot? Yeah.
Do you think about your past a lot? Way too frequently.
How good are you at living in the moment? I'm trying to get better at it.
Have you ever questioned God’s existence? Yeah.
Vanilla frosting or chocolate? Chocolate.
What’s your favorite foreign cuisine? I've actually been exploring Italian pasta lately. I'm not a big fan of foreign food that I've tried, though.
Have you ever moved to another state? No.
Did you do anything productive today? No. .-.
Can you say the alphabet backwards? No, actually.
Do you like flowers? Of course; does anyone not?
Have you ever thought you were gonna die? I didn't care if I did or didn't.
What kind of mood are you in today? I was honestly really depressed through most of it. Just health stuff was really getting to me. I just woke up from what was honestly like a four-hour nap and I feel all right, I guess.
What are you craving right now? I REALLY want Domino's jalapeno pizza.
Is there anyone you would seriously punch right now if you had the chance? No.
What is worse, physical or emotional pain? Definitely emotional.
Have you ever walked in on somebody doing something… questionable? When Dad still lived with us, I think he might have been watching... you know... on TV when I came into my parents' room for something. Idk for sure though. I didn't ask, and I don't want to know.
If you were to make videos on YouTube, what would they be of? Oh god, idk. I don't want to make any. What I'd have most fun with would be reptile education, but I 1.) have literally one snake, 2.) am not extremely educated on a good number of them and don't want to be misleading, and 3.) I would run outta content fast. So, leave it to Snake Discovery, haha.
Posting pictures of yourself in a bathing suit on the internet - ok or not? Yes, it's okay????? If you're talking about me personally though, you won't see me dead in a bathing suit picture.
Do you typically laugh when somebody falls down? No, I gasp and see if they're okay.
What is the most disturbing movie you’ve ever watched? Paranormal Entity. The ending is... a lot.
Your opinion of Katy Perry, please? I like a couple of her songs.
If you could say anything to your Mom right now… what would it be? "Thank you for absolutely everything."
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which killers do you think are fond of sweets and which killers do you think dislike sweets? (also those that like sweets what do you think their favorite sweets are/were)
Killers And Sweets
Evan / Trapper is not a fan. They’re too sugary. Just not fun.
Max / Hillbilly has never really… Tasted ‘em. They’re a luxury he never really had access to. If you introduce them to him now, the taste of the sugar will really confuse him. A few more tastes later, and… Boy’s hooked. If you thought he went fast normally, this boy fucking straight up becomes a blur. Sugar highs are real, and you find that out with Max. He will eat anything with sugar on now. Anything. You could put sugar on a stick and this boy will fucking swallow the whole thing.
Philip / Wraith used to occasionally eat lollipops on the job back when he was… Human. Imagine him strollin’ round the gas haven with a lolly hanging outta his mouth. His favourites are apple! And he really like the sour ones!
Sally / Nurse doesn’t really care. She’s more into things like cakes than actual… Sweets. She won’t say no if you offer her liquorice though.
Herman / Doctor is like Philip, in the fact that lollipops??? They’re his jam. He adores them. All flavours. He literally always has one on him at any given time. He’s become the master at ripping the wrappers clean off with his teeth. He’s low-key addicted to them now. Once downed a surivor, leaned over them, asked them if they wanted a lollipop. Dwight, very confused, squeaked out yes, not wanting to offend him. Herman casually unwraps it for him and hands it over. “Open wide,” he says. Dwight, scared out of his wits, obeys. Herman puts the lolly in Dwight’s mouth. And then fucking mori’s him.
Lisa / Hag doesn’t like ‘em. She doesn’t like the sweet taste. She prefers something way more… Meaty. And even before she became what she is today, she didn’t really have access to really sugary stuff.
Demogorgon doesn’t give two shits. This thing. This dude. This absolute unit. He’d eat a fucking license plate if you threw it at him. Taste means nothing. It’s just insatiable hunger. You know those article stories about sharks being found with fucking all sorts of random shit in their stomachs? That’s Demo.
Michael / Shape is sweet fiend. No sweet is safe around this man. He doesn’t eat proper meals and when a burst of energy presents itself, of course he’s going to take it. The taste of sugar fuels him. He will snatch sweets out of your hand. He raids cupboards of houses he unlawfully enters. If there is a sweet in the area, he will find it. Likes chocolate things the most though.
Danny / Ghostface is a big fan of sweets, but in controlled quanities. He isn’t going to binge on them. He likes jelly sweets the most, and you can often see him chewing on ‘em as he reads or flips through his pictures.
Frank / Legion will inhale an entire bag of sweets within a minute and then complain that nobody is sharing with him despite the fact he probably ate the majority of their share too. Sour sweets and beer is his jam.
Susie / Legion adores lollipops. So much. Also marshmallows. Also chocolate. Okay, she’ll eat everything. Fight her. She’s the person that’s eating a lollipop with a glass of juice or soda beside her and you see her pause, think… And then dip her lolly into the drink just to see how it tastes.
Julie / Legion is queen
Joey / Legion likes chocolate most. Curled up on a couch playing dumb retro games with a chocolate bar hanging out of his mouth. that’s his vibe.
Anna / Huntress is not a big fan, but if you give her a sour sweet, you’ll get to watch a very delayed reaction. Like a cat licking ice.
Adiris / Plague has no idea what the fuck sweets are. And if you introduced her, she’s not a fan. It’s too much for her taste buds. Can’t vibe with it. Can tolerate very plain cake, but… Not sweets. Maybe a haribo you’ve somehow sucked the taste out of. Don’t ask.
Rin / Spirit is big fan! Loves ‘em. Hours of studying with a bag of sweets hidden in a desk.
Kazan / Oni never really had ‘em. But he will be super curious if you give them to him now! He’s down to try anything! Don’t give him anything sour though. Don’t. He reacts… Very poorly. You might get punched as an accidental reaction to the sour.
Caleb / Deathslinger doesn’t care and doesn’t want ‘em. Not a fan. They’re tolerable, but he ain’t liking them. You can, however, convince him to get hooked on those candy cigarettes.
Kenneth / Clown sometimes mixes sherbet with alcohol for no reason. If you ask him he’s like “gives it a kick”. He looks coked up to all hell sometimes but it’s literally just. White sherbet.
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Title: I have a fucking Soulmate
Wordcount: 1466
My first piece for @banditthewriter Ben Barne’s Bingo! hope y’all like it. might continue this later!
Billy never gave much thought to the idea of him having a soulmate. If his own mother didn’t want him around what were the chances some random person would? And he was alright with that, not everyone could be Frank and Maria, besides there were people that went their entire lives without finding their soulmate and were perfectly fine, he would just be one more name in that category.
It was a friday night, he had been chatting up some busty blonde at the bar for less than twenty minutes and he knew she was going home with him. They had one more beer before he asked if she wanted to get outta here, as predicted, she gave him a smile and nodded.
Billy downed the remains of his beer, dropped a few bills on the bartop and wrapped an arm around...Sarah? Stacey? And guided her out. He was nibbling on probably Stacey’s neck, whispering filthy things into her ear when he bumped into someone, knocking them over.
“Sorry ‘bout that” he says to the person--to the woman-- on their hands and knees in front of him, letting go of probably Stacey to help them up
“Don’t be sorry, just look where you’re going jackass.”
Her head snaps up, eyes glowering and boring into his own and he feels his body flood with that tell tale warmth that bonded pairs say they experienced when locking eyes with their soulmate for the first time. Everything else fades out of existence, his sight narrowing to her and her alone.
The arch of her brow, the shape of her eyes, the slope of her nose, the curve of her cheek, the line of her jaw, the shape of her cupids bow and the color of her lips.
He sees the recognition mirrored in her face and curses, her face falling at the word, which makes him curse again.
Probably Stacey tugs on his arm to get his attention, unaware of the situation or simply not caring, saying something about it getting late and him having promised her a ride. He wants to tell her to fuckoff and find someone else, he can’t deal with her right now.
He's just found his fucking soulmate.
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He has a soulmate.
He has a soulmate.
He has a soulmate.
He has a soulmate.
He has a fucking soulmate!
The thought was running through his mind in a constant loop.
but it still seemed--felt foreign.
"You alright there Bill?"
Billy blinked, snapping back to attention as Frank's words filtered into his consciousness.
"I have a soulmate."
Frank gave a throaty chuckle,
"Yeah, you said that already."
"I did?" He said dazed
"Yeah man, five times already."
If Billy wasn't still so shell-shocked he would've blanched.
"Who is she? Do you know her name or did you just see her on the street?" Frank asked, grabbing a couple of fries from the basket between them and dipping them into a ketchup paper cup.
Billy blinked and forced himself to pay attention to everything around him. They were at one of the metal tables beside Frank's painted ponies, a half eaten burger in front of Frank and soda cups spread out on the small table, the food in front of him barely touched. It took him a second to remember why they...why he was there. He looked around and he could see Maria and the kids, standing in line at one of the nearby concession stands. He thought harder, his eyes narrowing as he saw Frank Jr. and Lisa point at different displays of junk food.How long had he been spacing out if the kids were already getting dessert?
He remembered then, they were shipping out the next day, they always went to the painted ponies before each deployment, then again when they returned.
"Bill?"
He said your name, the feel of it strange, not in a bad way, no it isn’t bad just...foreign, but the way it rolls off his tongue... it feels like home.
"Met her last night...was leavin' the bar with some girl I picked up, we were walkin’ out the door when I knocked into her...literally."
Frank took in a sharp breath through clenched teeth making Billy focus on him, his face pulled in that way it usually did when he thought Billy had done something stupid.
"I didn't leave with 'er...the girl from the bar I mean...there was no…” he trailed off, letting his hang unspoken in the air between them, knowing Frank would know exactly what he meant.
For a second he saw your face again and wanted, more than anything, to fulfill the filthy promises he had made to probably Stacey with you. The thought had him imagining the sounds you would make as he teased you, what your voice would sound like as you chanted his name, would it be breathy? Or would it be more of a moan? Would your nails rake his back or were you the type that brought your partner infinitely closer? He wondered how you tasted, how you would feel around him when he was inside you, wondered how it would feel like when he bottomed out, he’d go slow, he’d drag it out as much as possible, give small languid thrusts, kiss every inch of skin he could reach until you were a shaking mess--
“BILL!”
His eyes snapped into focus and took in Franks questioning eyebrow. He gave him a look back, leaning forward on the table and stopping immediately.
Billy Russo, 30 years old, decorated lieutenant in the United States Marine Corps, scout sniper, rifle and pistol expert, on the eve of his fourth tour overseas, was blushing and had a hardon in public, 2 things he hadn’t done since his early teens.
He propped his elbows on the table and buried his face in his hands and groaned making Frank let out a bark of laughter. He dropped his hands and glared at the man he considered a brother.
“This shit ain’t funny Frankie!”
“This shit is hilarious Billy!” Frank said between guffaws that made him sound like a deranged hyena.
“What am I gonna do?”
“Settle down hopefully.” Frank said
Billy was quiet, the thoughts that had plagued him ever since he was a kid circling his mind.
“She ain’t gonna want me Frankie, my--”
“She ain’t your mom Bill, this girl, she’s…” Frank’’s words trailed off making Billy look up, seeing Frank look past him, no doubt at Maria if the loving look and small, barely there smile was anything to go by.
“She’s your complimentary piece, Bill, someone that’s gonna make you wanna do better, be better. Not a half but the missin’ set piece.”
Billy swallowed and nodded, he knew that Frank was right.
“So, what’re you gonna do?” Frank asked, trapping the straw from his cup between his lips and taking a long pull of the soft drink.
Billy thought for a moment, before you parted ways last night you had exchanged numbers.
“Imma call her.” he said, taking out his phone and bringing it to life, there were a bunch of missed notifications on the screen, his eyes widened when he saw your name, a text that had been sent almost an hour ago.
He felt his stomach drop at the realization of how badly he had been in his head and for how long.
“She wants to have lunch.” he said, his voice coming out strained
“So go have lunch with her, you haven’t been here mentally all morning, Frank Jr. thinks you’re having a midlife crisis.”
He laughed at that, “Maybe I am.”
“Nah Bill, you’ve convinced yourself that you don’t have a soulmate for so long that now that you’ve found ‘er, it’s shifting your world view.”
They were quiet for a moment, Billy processing the words Frank had said, was that really what was happening? Was the fact that he had a soulmate making him think about everything else that he thought about?
“Invite her over.” he heard frank say making him look up, catching his brother shrug, “Maria and I can take the kids through the park so you and her can get to know each other.”
Billy thinks about it for a moment and nods,
“Yeah, that...that’d be good,” he says as he starts typing out his reply, even if she had already had lunch, they could just walk around Central Park.
“Don’t forget to mention that you’re shipping out tomorrow and might be radio silent until you get to your overseas station.”
Billy stopped midtap. Fuck.
#ben barnes bingo#the punisher#billy russo#billy russo x reader#soulmate au#au#billy russo fic#billy russo fanfic
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I Don’t Think We’re On Earth-65 Anymore Cop!Frank Castle x Spider! Reader
@wolfmothar @marvelobsessedteen @majorcdanvers @jarvis-ismy-copilot
Summary: Jitterbug learns more about the harsh anti-hero from this universe.
Chapter Twelve
“So, you're from another dimension?”
Frank had seated himself on an empty crate and watched the woman slowly examine the inside of the tarnished tech. When she began to work Matt had gone out to guard the building for cops and Frank asked if she needed any help. After seeing her “glitch” as she put it, he got protective and antsy, wanting to do what he could to keep her from harm's way.
“Sure am.”
“And what’s your name?”
She didn’t look away from her work to answer his interrogation. “Jitterbug.”
He raised a brow. “Certainly leaning into the gimmick, aren’t ya?”
She snorted and dropped the tools in her hand. “Oh I’m sorry. I should have picked something way more subtle, like The Punisher.” The man fell silent and she sent him a smug grin over her shoulder. “Nice vest by the way. Really gets your hot topic aesthetic across.”
Frank cracked a smile. He had a pretty smile, it reminded her of when her Frank would have his kids stop by the precinct.
She ignored the way the term Her Frank made her stomach twist into knots.
“I guess you got me there mam.” A silence lulled over the two as she worked. The Stark-tech was salvageable enough and if she worked hard then maybe she could get home. But the real question was whether she had time before her body disappeared into a scattered pile of molecules.
“So youre the uh, Spider-Man in your universe? What’s with the color scheme, somebody already snag up red and blue?” She could hear him smile at his dumb joke.
“Says the guy wearing all black.”
“Touche.”
Frank left his spot and walked over to her, sitting on the edge of the table as she worked.
“Red told me you're real fast.”
“That’s an understatement but okay.”
He chuckled at her boast. She was certainly confident. “Alright then, so why aren’t you using that spider-speed right now?”
“Going fast can be..too much sometimes.” She never took her eyes off of her work as she spoke, her hands moved fluidly along the machinery. Frank was impressed. “It can cause me to miss things, and right now there's zero margin for error.”
“Well, anything I can do?” She looked over and saw the concern on his face. She couldn’t help but laugh.
Frank scrunched up his brows. “What’s got you gigglin’?”
“Nothing I just-” She remembered her Frank having the same look on his face whenever she charged off to save the day. Granted his was accompanied by pulling his hair and shouting after her, but it was the same look of “Please don’t die” that she had learned to appreciate. “I can’t believe how different you two are, but still so damn similar.” She went back to her work. “It’s crazy.”
“Who, me and Red?”
“No. You and my Frank.”
The vigilante raised a brow. “Your Frank?”
“Yeah.” She paused for a moment and realized what her words meant. “I mean Frank from my dimension! Not my Frank as in my my Frank. Just, the Frank I know. You know?”
“Uh hu.”
“Stop that.” He laughed from behind her.
“Stop what?”
“You’re smug, I can hear it.”
He leaned against the table and shrugged. “Naw, just curious is all.”
“Curious of what exactly?”
She should be working. She really should. But seeing his cocky stance and taunting smirk, she couldn’t help but humour him.
It was almost like talking to her Frank-the Frank from her universe. Constantly snipping at one another but knowing that if shit hit the fan, they had each other's backs.
“What I’m like.” He explained. “Am I super hero like you? Spandex and all?”
She snorted into her hand. “God no! You hate heroes. Barely tolerate me to begin with.”
“That so Bug?”
She smiled. Even in a different username she still had that stupid nickname.
“You're a cop, actually.”
Frank scoffed pushed himself off of the table. “Get outta here.”
“No really! You're a real good one too, leader of the special crimes task force and everything. Bit of a hard-ass though.” She didn’t tell him that she and Gwen secretly called him Captain Tight-ass behind his back. Or the fact that she thought he actually had a pretty nice ass.
That little tidbit would just stay with her.
“Me as a cop?” He shook his head and smiled. “Hm, yeah that’ll be the day.”
She turned back to her work with a shrug. Thank God for whatever all powerful being was watching over her, because she had all the right tech laid in front of her to get it done. “Your kids really seem to get a kick out of it.”
Frank’s head shot up like he had been slapped. “What?”
“Yeah. I've seen ‘em visit you at the precinct before. It’s real cute.”
“My kids are alive?”
Jitterbug froze. “Of course they are. Why wouldn’t-” She turned to the man and what she saw shattered her heart. The once big and harsh hero turned small. His eyes wide and teary, broad shoulders sunk in and he just stared at her in shock. She didn’t know anything about this Frank Castle besides his use of guns and odd attire, she had been completely in the dark that his family had been massacred until that very moment. “Oh, fuck. Frank- I. I didn’t know I’m so sorry.”
“My wife.” His hand shot out and gripped her wrist, tugging her close. “My wife alive?”
“Yeah.” Jitterbug assured him. “Your entire family is. You-you had two kids, right?” Jitterbug prayed to God he did. She couldn’t just get his hopes up like that.
“That’s right. I did, little Lisa and-and Frank Jr.” He smiled through the tears and laughed.”My precious babies are alive?”
Jitterbug bit back her own tears. “Yeah, they're all alive Frank but,” She remembered overhearing some cop talking about their captain and the divorce he was going through. It had been a civil affair from what she heard. That they worked better as friends than lovers, and stayed family with no bad blood. But she didn’t think he’d understand that.
“But what?” His grip on her hand turned iron hard. “They hurt?”
“No!” She laid her hand on his chest in reassurance. “They're safe but, not,” She couldn’t look him in the eyes. To let him know his entire family was alive, but not happily married would surely break him.“-Not with you, Frank.”
He frowned. “The hell does that mean? Not with me? They-they missin’ Jitterbug? Is that what you're telling me? You tellin’ me that-”
“You got a divorce, Frank.”
He let go of her and fell back into his chair.
She took a cautious step toward the silent vigilante.
“Listen, it’s not that bad I-”
She jumped in surprise as he began to laugh. A loud, howling, belly-shaking laugh.
“Frank.” Her voice was a meak whisper, “It’s okay I-”
“Even when they're alive,” She could see the tears streaming down his face as he laughed at the bitter irony of it all. “I can’t be with them. Fuckin’ christ! Show me the irony in that, right?” His laughter slowly melted into silent sobs, each shaking his body as he mourned a new loss of his family. A sick twisted joke by God no doubt.
Frank Castle. A man destined to be alone, no matter what dimension or universe.
Jitterbug’s one way home was forgotten as she wrapped her arms around the larger man. He didn’t push her attempt of comfort away, he just stood still as she laid her head on his.
“If it’s any comfort. They really do love you.” It was a weak attempt to help him, but she honestly had no idea what to do in this situation. Her Frank never showed any emotion besides annoyance and concern.
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah thanks.”
“No really. You uh, you take them for rides in your car. Pick ‘em up from school like that and everything.” She smiled at the memory. She just stopped a robbery when she saw captain tightass himself drive up to a middle school in his squad car, loudly announcing for Lisa and Frank castle Jr. to come out with their hands up ready for a hug.
“They like it?”
She snorted. “God no! Theyre thirteen year olds, they get all red and embarrassed and pretend you don’t exist.”
“Yeah. I can see that.” He chuckled at the image. Surely Frank Jr. would stomp right by him into the car, grumbling about how he was the worst. Lisa would be embarrassed as well, but her smile would break through at the sight of her dad.
“You're such a dork.” She’d huff as he gave her a big hug.
“You know it sweetheart.”
“They really love you frank.” He looked at Jitterbug. She was kneeled in front of him, hands on his shoulder as she looked into his eyes. Her eyes were big and brown, filled with worry.
For a moment she looked like Maria.
“They're safe, Frank. Safe and happy and loved.” He blinked the image away. Christ, even her voice. So soft and cautious, like speaking to a frightened deer. It was just how his wife spoke when he first got home, nervous but caring. “That’s all you could want for them man. Believe me.”
This wasn’t Maria. She isn’t Maria. This was a completely different woman. One with a head of thick curls and the ability to shoot webs from her goddamn wrists. One from another universe, no connection to his loving wife and kids besides knowing his police officer counterpart.
Nonetheless. She had the ability to calm the caged beast, something he hadn’t felt since his wife’s sweet voice would anchor him to reality in his worst moments. Before it all turned to shit.
The moment was broken up when Matt walked into the building and cleared his throat. “Am I interrupting something?”
Jitterbug looked at him, then back at Frank. Surely it seemed...intimate. She cleared her throat and got up, groaning as she did. She always did have bad knees.
“Just swappin’ stories Devil-Dude. What’s up?”
“We got people coming, cops from the sound of it.”
“But I need more time.” She was nowhere near done and still had to test it to even see if it would work.
Frank gripped her arm. “It won’t be done at all if the cops catch us at the scene of the crime.”
“But what if-” She fell into his chest as she glitched once more, gripping his vest and shouting out in pain before she stabilized again. “Son of a bitch that smarts!”
He looked toward Daredevil, worry evident on his face. “Red we gotta get her out of here. Don’t think cops will see being from another dimension as a good alibi.”
She pushed herself away from Frank, pacing back and forth before groaning. “Fine!” Jitterbug webbed up her work from the last hour into a little white cocoon. She pointed a finger at Matt. “We’ll meet back up at your house and pray I can get this technological jigsaw puzzle working before my atoms start sizzling like an egg in a goddamn frying pan!” She shot a web to the ceiling, pulling her up and swinging out of an open window and sailing into the night sky.
A police siren alerted the two men to the cops presence, sending them sprinting out the back door and down an alley.
“You keep some weird company red.”
“I’ve started to notice.”
Another chapter! Woo!! I’m doing some one shot fics spinning off of this whole story about frank and jitterbug because i love my two crazy kids!! Anyways my inbox is open and it is ALWAYS open for frank and jitterbug babes. Have a lovely night!<3
#frank castle#frank castle imagine#frank castle x reader#frank castle headcanons#punisher#the punisher#punisher imagine#punisher x reader#idtwoe65a#jitterbug
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HC + Wade and Weasel as kids
Weasel…man, Weasel was Wade’s entire world when they were kids, outside of his mother. Wade was an only child and until he went to school, pretty much had no contact with children his age (other than Emilie, since their mothers worked the same beat, but she was almost 3 years older than him and leaps and bounds ahead of him mentally especially when he was young). He didn’t meet Weasel until he was in second grade (which should have been 3rd-technically 4th, he started a year late)- when Wade saw three older boys messing with Weasel on the playground before school.
Two of them had pinned Weasel down while the third one kept slapping and pinching Jack for being “mouthy”. None of the other kids would stand up to those three because they were pretty much the meanest, scariest kids in school; but no child could actually scare Wade. Wade ran over and literally flying tackled this kid off of Weasel and bit his arm so hard the kid had to get stitches- like, attempted to take a chunk out of his arm, was only stopped by the kid punching him in the ear and bolting. The first time Weasel ever actually saw Wade, his mouth was bloody and he lunged at the boys who had been holding Weasel down and wordlessly screamed at them. They ran and Weasel just laid there looking absolutely terrified. Then Wade squatted down next to him and started fussing over him and Weasel was like ???? the fuck is this??? Because the kid who just fucking flew outta nowhere and tackled the kid slapping him around and nearly took off a chunk of his arm is looking all concerned and pestering him in another fucking language?? It took Wade a good minute to remember oh yeah not everyone at school (see, few kids at school) speak french and he finally switches over to english and is basically preening over 6 year old jack like a tiny injured animal. And when they inevitably were all dragged to the principal’s office the principal yelled at Wade and made him cry and this tiny asshole 6 year old unleashes the nastiest look from hell on this guy in defense of a fucking 9 year old and tells him to leave him alone and that my friends is how Weasel and Wade met
Wade spent every second he could at Weasel’s house when they were young and there were many times that Weasel snuck him into the house after his mother went to bed/while she was at work Weasel despised playing pretend games, but always did for Wade because they made him so happyWade stole Weasel a set of lincoln logs for his 7th birthday and has done so every year ever since Wade and Weasel became “blood brothers” after seeing it on a tv show when Wease was about 8 and Wade was 11Whenever Wade slept over, they always slept in the same bed and Wade always cuddled him even if Weasel grumbled about it until he fell asleepWeasel always “lost” things (like binders, notebooks, packs of pencils, his lunchbox, books, to name a few). He lost them specifically in Wade’s backpack and vehemently denied they were his when Wade tried to give them back. Weasel would tell his mother elaborate stories about girls he liked at school in order to get Wade gifts for holidays and his birthday. Once he convinced his mother to let him get a lisa frank trapper keeper for a “girl” he liked- it was actually for wade and weasel wanted to get him something he knew his best friend would like. Weasel packed extra food in his lunch so Wade would have something to eat. Wade would fight literally anyone any time for Weasel, even when Weasel was the one who started it.Weasel learned pretty fast how to attend to moderate injuries, trying to help take care of Wade (who was almost always injured fopr one reason or another). By the time Weasel was 9, he was a pro at wrapping broken fingers. The first time Weasel ever shot a gun, it was one that Wade had gotten for joining the gang. Weasel was 10. Wade kissed Weasel once and only once. Wade was 15 and Weasel was 12 and weasel was comforting wade through an episode. Weasel had no ideas how to react and just froze up and Wade freaked out and didn’t stop apologizing for a good 3 weeks. By the time they were in middle school, weasel was beating up as many if not more people for wade than wade was beating up for him. At that point Wade was still taller than him, but Weasel had a good 40 pounds on him. Weasel was the only person Wade felt he could trust. Wade and Weasel would camp out in the playground at the park when Weasel found out sometimes Wade would go there to sleep. Weasel brought blankets and snacks in his backpack.Weasel was the main reason Wade learned how to read. Until Wade could read better, Weasel would read whatever Wade wanted to him. Weasel would eat a bite of wade’s food first to prove that it was safe to eat when his paranoia was bad. He’d also tell people that he ate both their food so wade wouldn’t “get in trouble” for eating.Wade is the one who taught Weasel how to actually play like a child.
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