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— writing blog for Frank Castle (the punisher) - established 2021 canon divergent but uses some of (nu)series & certain arcs from the comics (616 and various other media), anti-ennis — activity high, response slow, mutuals only — personal accounts will be blocked if they reblog threads — 21+ only — small warning when following this blog. certain topics about religion will be discussed as Frank does interact with people who are religious.

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#pinnedpost*#* name is charlie. she/her/31

labwebs

Crapcrapcrapcrap- he hadn't seen the other guy or noticed the gun in the man's hand but that explained his sense for danger going off. No time to be exact, and despite it all he still felt sluggish- but the little he caught of the man with the gun's words he knew he couldn't let either of them go especially with his personal experience with home invasions gone wrong. Just had to hope he had enough web fluid left in his current cannisters to make this work.

A flip off the building, his first shot to tug the gun at least away from its intended target or hopefully to disarm. The second and third at the robber's head and feet- temporarily blind him and start to stick him down so he couldn't run away, either. A webstrand for himself to adjust his trajectory so his foot could make contact with the robber, knocking him back and out and placing Spider-Man between the two men. His arms out in almost a surrender gesture but ready to fire off another web or ten if needed.

"Easy, buddy, I- Oh." He's recognized the other man now. Heard of him, seen his pictures in the news, but never come face to face until just now. "Ohhhhhhhhh crap. Uh-"

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"What the fuck?"

It all happened so fast. Frank felt his gun leave his grasp. Heard the thwip—thwip—thwip—thwip in rapid succession and watched as the other man got cocooned before being knocked out. He stares at what he knows is Spider-Man and grits his teeth. "Great, another fucking costume." He takes the hatchet from his back and holds it in his hand.

"Get the fuck out of my way. That man doesn't deserve to suck the air he's even breathing now. You don't know half the shit he's done. Move." He snaps at him, his grip on the hatchet tight. It's a threat, but not against the web-head's life. He knows he's considered somewhat a hero, no matter what that asshole Jameson wants people to think. He doesn't want to fight him over the scumbag, but he's not giving up either.

#labwebs #--- well I mean....peter basically does whatever #--- frank's a regular guy. he stands no chance

@prodigil asked: ❛ i told you i’m fucking innocent. ❜ (hi omg. what a first interaction but..)

"—yeah I fucking heard you." Frank looked at the body on the ground and then back at the stranger. He couldn't tell if the other guy is lying or not, so his finger is still lightly resting on the trigger. "Alright, let's say you didn't, why the fuck are you here then? The guy on the ground is known for smuggling shit. You here to get something or move something?"

#prodigil #ask*#ansmeme;#--- HELLO! I'm charlie :D

"They set that guy, with the kid, up for failure. No one wants to go near him or pair up with him. They're talking about being a step-parent, but no one wants to be second choice when it comes to being in a relationship like that. I mean, I understand, the kid comes first, but these are like young twenty something adults. They don't want to deal with it. They're trying to have fun. They understand they won't ever be prioritized over the kid, either."

#yappings*#licomme;#--- there was an episode today but I was suffering from my cramps ;u;

I went to eat more stuffing 🧍‍♂️

#ooc*#--- I've been drinking coke and eating stuffing this afternoon

Sends a legion of alley cats to the roof where he’s currently camping out.

"What the fuck!" Frank gets up, backing away when he sees a hoard of cats just crawl over the roof. "Is this real?" He quietly asks himself, wondering if he's hallucinating again. The mix of meows and howls make him second guess himself. He quickly takes his phone out, quickly flicking to the camera to see if this is really happening. He sees the cats on his screen, and he lets out the breathe he's holding. "Fuck! What the fuck is happening?!"

#ask*#predctory #--- lmaoo

Frank does live in this metaphorical sink hole of his own making where he's sad, angry, and pathetic. He doesn't want to get out. He actually walks to keep digging himself further, because he has no clue how not to live in the fucking muck of being miserable. He's said it before that without The Punisher, he has nothing. He lives a sad and very lonely life and he has genuinely come to accept this and to go near anything else, is an undertaking. But he has to keep being the punisher even if he does see the top of the hole in sight, because he has no other purpose in his life. This is it. It's all he has.

#meta*#--- idk where to stick this #---- and when people ask why is he like this? He can't give you a straight answer #--- because the brutal honest one is because he wants to be #--- he doesn't want to get better #--- he wants to stay like this #--- and that's the hard truth he thinks most people don't want to hear from him #---- but there's ways to lessen his loneliness and lessen the sadness he feels but they won't ever go away #--- he still feels lonely in a crowded room

Frank's hallucinations range from audio of his kids laughing to someone screaming for help to just chatter he used to hear while on deployment. To a cafeteria at the height of a lunch rush, and no, he can't tell you what anyone says it's scramble of voices overlapped on top of each other.

The visual hallucinations are usually a mix of people he knows with weird shit also mixed in. He usually knows that person isn't real but he has more tools on hand to reassure himself that he's experiencing a hallucination. He can take a phone out and use the camera or Max usually doesn't react. But there are times where it's so convincing that he will answer back to whatever the hallucination is telling him. So far, no one has seen this happen but he knows it's only a matter of time.

#hc;

#ooc*#--- my period is kicking my ass because i keep relating clark (backrooms) to frank and just staying in a hole and never getting out #--- and its making me sad 🧍

Never thought Karen page would be the one to say frank needs to fuck it out with matt, lmaoooo

#ooc*#--- im fuckjng dead #---- on a semiserious note. frank genuinely thinks it would make shit worse #--- because it gives them too much new ammo. know you know each intimately and it might get worse

Frank taking his daily hit of arguing with Matt for the day

#ooc*#--- frank seeing the messiah complex front and center just evens him out for the rest of the month

@pagefied asked: ❛ you don’t have to pretend with me. ❜

"I know." Frank said softly reaching for her. "I just—you've already see me at my worst, y'know? You've actually seen me when I've been at the very bottom, Karen. I don't—It's hard to keep showing you when I don't know...I worry that it's a lot."

#ask*#ansmeme;#pagefied #--- me realizing that she has literally seen him at rock bottom at various fucking points

@sunlightreverie asked: ❛ i know you’re not right in the head. i mean, that’s pretty damn clear. but i’m not scared of you. ❜ - from natasha

"I'm gonna ignore the fact that you're equating my mental illness with violence and just ask you what the fuck do you want, Natasha?" Frank didn't even bother putting his hand on his holster. She's much faster than him anyway. It wouldn't be worth the time to bother with. He's more comfortable being a grizzled old dog.

#ask*#ansmeme;#sunlightreverie

decthbringer

𝕷𝖎𝐤𝖊 𝖆 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝐤𝖘𝖒𝖊𝖓, Frank always knew where to aim to do damage. Had she been any other person, her face may have twitched in pain. Her heart might have dropped or panged against the confines of her chest. That heart that should have stopped beating decades ago.

But she was not any other person. Elektra was trained by the Hand. She spoke with the Beast, fought it, and defeated it. She was the chosen one for a time. The one they wanted to use and control to bring them closer to their deity. They knew too little of her though.

She would always be her own before any other.

❝ I always knew you were more sentimental than you wanted me to believe, ❞ she gives him a knowing look. That dull ache in her heart persisted at the thought of what could have been. Every road she went on eventually lead to a dead end.

❝ And you're as self deprecating as ever, ❞ she tilts her head. ❝ You've not been following me to reminisce on the past. I know you better than that, Frank. What is it you want? ❞

Her contracts of late had not been of much meaning. A few crime syndicate leaders here and there. Along with their body guards. Nothing of consequence in the long run. Elektra wished to remain a little quieter for now as she searched for traces of another. The thought has the right side of her face ache.

castlle

"The only thing I have are memories. I have to be sentimental somewhere. Otherwise, I'd think I made it up in my head." Frank looks at her, not seeing a sign of anything. He didn't expect he would. Elektra played everything close to her chest.

He knew it hurt both of them when it came to how everything ended, but he loved Elektra enough not to pursue it. There were two roads and each one ended in bitterness if it didn't work out. He didn't have it in him to try again if it failed. It was better for him to walk away, but he won't lie to himself say it was done for the both of them. It was a purely selfish decision to protect himself.

"Following, watching." He added. "Would it surprise you if I said I want nothing? I just want to see you." Frank says with a hint of longing in his voice. "I'm being selfish, my version of it anyway."

His eyes drifted towards the pile of bodies behind her, finally. There's not a hint of interest from him. He could tell they weren't important, though. Every slice, every cut made with precision and no emotion. "Are you bored?"

#decthbringer #---- they're both annoying (not slander)

"Everyone has poor communication skills. She wants grits but she didn't tell him that and then she said he's too "L.A." Is the dating scene like this? Is it this much of a hellscape?"

#yappings*#licomme;

"Ok—I feel bad for that guy. No one picked him, and then the other guy got two girls. Looks like someone else is about to be left behind."

#yappings*#licomme;

"Spit in her mouth? I thought this guy said he has a kid back home. Does he know the kid might see this shit later when they grow up? Why didn't he do that other fucking show? Love is blind?"

#yappings*#licomme;

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