#punishsr

[thunderbringer-a]

i’m finally getting around to poking in my drafts and i’m cackling cause i finally read the starter where @punishsr calls thor MALIBU BARBIE. i’m dying. 

[winterbranded]

[ ✮ ]  ——  WITH A SHARP CLICK, THE FINAL PIECE IS PUT IN PLACE.   sniper rifle at the ready, he positions himself at the end of the rooftop.  body crouched and still, masking easily within the darkness of night.  it had taken him a week to locate this target.  this man was certainly skilled, but he couldn’t hide forever.  slowly, he leans forward.  metallic fingers adjusting upon the grip of the gun.  glacier blues  looking through the all too familiar scope. mentally, he took note of the other’s location before setting up the shot.  but as he searches, he was  gone.  frowning beneath the mask, icy blues raise from the scope as his brows furrow. gaze flickering across the street below, attempting to relocate the target.  where the  hell  did he go.  //  @punishsr​  liked for a starter  !

[statesangriaold]

penny’s instagram feat. hubby @punishsr just ‘cause  <3

please do not reblog

[vdovaz]

&   @punishsr

                                    ‘tis   the   prettiest   little   parlour   that   ever   you   did   spy;

  𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂   𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒    [...]   dulcet   delirium   diffusing   through   venomous   breath,   a   smile   so   sharp   it   cuts    !!          &         she,   madame   macabre,   lady   demise,   an   amalgam   of   atoms   shaped   into   something   vaguely   resembling   personhood,   as   if   the   shadows   themselves   don’t   wrap   around   transposing   chassis,   a   shroud,   iron   link   to    THE   THRONE   OF   HADES.   heartbeat   echoes   in   twos,   loud   as   a   gunshot,   both   carcasses   doused   in   gunpowder    :   no   stranger   to   death          (    ᴡʜᴏ   ɪꜱ   ᴛʜᴇ   ᴛʜɪʀᴅ   ᴛʜᴀᴛ   ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ   ʙᴇꜱɪᴅᴇ   ʏᴏᴜ   ??   )         and   death   no   stranger,   rivulets   of   blood   or   rivulets   of   magma   make   no   difference   anymore.   both   burn   the   same.

 musing   of   a   spectre.   widow   bites   buzzing   into   blue   light   but   lowered   ━━    a   threat.   around   them,   the   city   churns,   metal   beast   pumping   black   blood,   sat   on   its   hind   legs,   tongue   lolled   out,   awaiting   its   rightful   lot   of   flesh.   widow’s   mien    deceptively   neutral,   mouth   twitching   at   the   corners,   though   whether   into   a   smile   or   a   grimace   remains   to   be   seen.          ❝   whoever   you   think   that   man   is,   he’s   not   it.   someone’s   been   feeding   me    bad   intel,   and   it   seems   it   got   to   you   as   well.    ❞

[statesangriaold]

@punishsr​ asked:   ‘ call me when you get home. ’ idk i lost the meme

𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒.    yeah,    work  is  work,    but  it's  not  the  same  anymore.    before,    penny  was  able  to  go  on  missions  without  worrying  about  who  gets  in  the  way  or  what  might  happen  to  her.    now?    with  frank  in  the  picture?    she's  got  something  to  lose,    and  that  thought  alone  scares  the  hell  out  of  her.    the  only  thing  that  brings  her  some  form  of  comfort  is  his  voice  crackling  in  and  out  on  the  other  line.    the  reception  here  is  bad,    but  at  least  she  knows  for  now  that  he's  safe.

❝  frank,    i  gotta  go,  ❞    she  speaks  into  the  payphone,    worry  thick  in  her  voice.    she's  seen  him  at  work---    and  if  he  lets  himself  get  hurt?    she  doesn't  know  what  she'll  do.    ❝  the  line  ain't  encrypted.    just---    be  careful,    okay?  ❞    a  sickness  churns  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach,    and  she  tries  her  best  to  swallow  it  down  as  his  voice  comes  through  once  again.    call  me  when  you  get  home.    she  sighs,    nodding  in  response  as  if  he  could  see  her.    ❝  i  promise.    and  i  mean  it---    be  fuckin'  careful,    okay?!  ❞

she  doesn't  allow  him  to  respond  before  disconnecting  the  line.    with  so  many  agencies  at  play,    god  knows  who  could  be  listening.    all  she  can  do  now  is  hope  that  by  the  time  she  gets  home,    he  might  meet  her  there.

[agcntmadani]

       associating herself with people like frank castle was not what she’d seen for her future, not in the slightest. how could she? frank castle was a criminal, a vigilante, someone to be feared. and yes, she still considered all of that when his name was uttered, but he was also someone with a code, someone who was resilient and wouldn’t give up. something in that deserved respect. and now? well, not that she’d call him a FRIEND, but he was definitely an ALLY, someone she found herself looking to, reaching out to, talking to. opening up to frank castle? easier than she’d ever imagined. 

     as the door opened, her attention quickly turned, noting immediately the state of the man dragging himself into her apartment. her heart quickly sank, stomach turning for just a moment before she went into action.   “ JESUS FRANK. “   two words that had been uttered more than she’d like to admit. in rapid succession, she quickly grabbed a box filled with some small medical supplies. something she’d come to keep close at hand. walking over, she took his arm and led him over to a chair, giving him a look that said ‘you better sit down right now’.   “ let me guess, i should see the other guy? “    opening up the box, she pulled out a few things before grabbing a damp cloth. bringing it up to the side of his face to wipe away some of the blood, she let out a heavy sigh, taking in the extent of the damage.   “ you know i’ve never stitched a person before, right? “      -------------------  @punishsr​ ⁞⁞ ❮ frank. ❯

[agcntmadani]

@punishsr​ said:  “how long have you been having these nightmares?”

     a carousel. horses. lights. music. him. it always repeated itself. him, his face. the nightmares had become normal, something she could almost set her watch to as soon as she closed her eyes and laid her head on her pillow. had they become a burden? at first she hadn’t been sure, but the more tormented the nightmares became, the less sleep she got each night. it wasn’t something she’d taken to discussing, especially not with anyone in work, or anyone outside of it. but frank? somehow the words just slipped from her lips before she could stop herself.    “ after the... ---- “    pausing, she took a breath in, her gaze to the floor, away from his prying eye.     “ ---- ....after the shot to the head. it ALL started then. “ 

      another deep breath was taken in before she moved to sit down, still choosing not to look up at him. instead she rested her arms on her legs as her attention was drawn to her hands, clasped together.    “ it starts off with.... the carousel. there’s music, and there’s lights. those damn painted horses. “   her eyes closed for a moment as she took another breath, steadying herself, the image of those horses clear in her mind, enough to make her open her eyes once more.   “ and then he’s there. it’s like he just.... stares right into my eyes with that gun raised. and he smirks. this.... EVIL GRIN.... ----- and then he pulls the trigger. and i can’t move, i’m stuck. and i know it’s coming for me, and i know it’s going to happen. and then.... “   her gaze remained focused on the floor as she continued, her throat closing a little as the corners of her eyes prick with hot tears.    “ ....then i see SAM. he’s standing there, staring at me, watching it happen. as if he knows that’s what i deserve, for what happened to him. and i wake up. “

[billysrussc]

@punishsr​ said: You think you’re good people. You’re not good people.

it  was  almost  comical,  really.  standing  in  front  of  frank  castle,  looking  at  a  man  he’d  once  considered  his  best  friend,  it  felt  like  this  could  all  be  some  horrible  reality  that  he’d  conjured  up  in  his  mind.  except  this  was  his  reality    --------     this  was  the  reality  that  he’d  made  for  himself  the  minute  he’d  put  himself  first  in  his  mind.  frank  was  a  monster,  now  more  than  he’d  ever  been.  this  standoff,  whether  it  was  the  last  one  or  one  of  many,  was  inevitable.  “ oh,  and you are? ”  billy  asked,  a  tinge  of  sarcasm  in  his  voice.  “ tell  that  to  all  the  people  i’ve  helped  save,  frank.  i  spent  my  life  building  something  for  people.  and  you  just  spent  your  entire  life  with  blood  on  your  hands. ”  billy  knew  that  his  hands  were  red,  as  well.  he  had  skeletons  in  his  closet.  but  nothing  like  frank.         never  like  frank.

waving  his  gun  slightly  at  the  man  in  front  of  him,  he  moved  to  point  it  at  him  more  fully,  gaze  focused  completely  on  him.  “ i  don’t  give  a  shit  about  what  kind  of  person  you  think  i  am.  at  least  i  know  i’m  not  a  monster  like  you  are. ”  words  cut  like  ice,  though  he  knew  that  for  frank,  his  words  were  probably  like  child’s  play.  would  he  even  bat  an  eye?  “ you  think  you  know  me,  frankie  boy.  you  can  pretend  to  think  you  know  anything  about  why  i  ever  did  all  of  the  shit  i  did  in  my  life.  but  you  don’t  know  me.  and  guess  what?  i’m  not  the  same  guy  that  i  was  all  those  years  ago. ”  a  beat.  “ and  you  sure  as  hell  aren’t  either. ”