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Names have power, you fear mine

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@rot3rstern pathetically mewled for a 💋

" you want me to hold your hand ? " step out into the light after sitting in the dark for hours ; the offer is mocking, lax in genuine care. but frank's grin has been too light-hearted for the blood on his knuckles and james' bullet wound still fresh and weeping. what'd seated that red in his nailbeds to start. what put the stink in the air, pennies and lead, " don't gimme the bitch look. "

it's unhinged, he knows. poking that proverbial bear after the smoke has cleared and his choice to push inward had stacked the bodies high and wide. sank the slug just shy that bionic arm. he'd live. he'd live, he'd learn, he'd thank him when his head was out of his ass long enough to look around and see this was the right thing to do. not because frank said so, but because it just fucking was.

" you got a little somethin' on your face, " and he's moved with the ruse that he thinks to get it for him. sinks his thumb and forefinger over the cut of a strong jaw, insist he looks forward, and, once leant in, the kiss is quick. it shares the iron from his mouth with what's offered on bucky's and, quick as it'd started, he's pulled back, rearer broad, and slapped his cheek with a clap that echoed. " —was that bitch look. c'mon, i need some coffee. "

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The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss

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forgot that was my status but yeah ; i'm on the cord. idk if writing will happen today but i'm an elite yapper lately. i can and will be annoying. and i could also be lured into some short stuff to avoid doing my job.

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BEN BARNES as BILLY RUSSO The Punisher S01E03 "Kandahar"

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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

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" not much of a joke when it sounds like a good idea, " over his shoulder, the words carry with little intent. no calloused want to do so on his part. no wishful thinking. tj had deep pockets and, in turn, billy did as well. he was on time with his payments.. he didn't ask for much — well, nothing anyone else hadn't also asked for — making him an ideal client. an easily targeted, stands out alone in the open, target. " i'd pick that one, " a nod forward, just slightly to the east, the rooftop was high but not dramatically so. the angle a perfect one for staying camouflaged while pulling the trigger. " would be gone before anyone knew what happened. "

intentionally morbid, sometimes he wonders where the line sits. how much his boss appreciated his insights and just where he ought have stopped instead. probably better not to dwell. better to turn back around, eye the offered liquor, and chuckle his lips into a thin-lined mock disapproval. " this is how i end up with a bad review. " his own joke, just as muted, and lithe fingers return to that neck in question. they squeeze their intent onto the bottle in question and pluck it from the assortments of sad second choices. " remember, i know the code to your condo. "

threat wobbles, ill-conceived and idle when a glass, flipped bottom up, it righted, filled halfway, and seized. he's still talking about that guy.. he'd not be bothering anyone ever again. but tj didn't need to know the sordid details of a well-trained crew and a dump site allotted by the local precinct. taking out the trash for all of them. his proverbial key to the city that glittered on a need to know basis.

" my ass is safe and sound and, " a cheers, his brows high and dark eyes pointed in their focus, " more importantly, so is yours. i'll leave you to explain that shiner to people. " angry and purpling, it's spread promises an uncomfortable morning. " i charge extra to play nurse. "

TJ let out a scoff at the words, as he turned his wrist to look at the hour on his watch. “Well, technically, your shift’s close to being over and I’m your boss —so I guess I can bend the rules,” he shrugged nonchalantly, finishing the remains of the amber liquid on his glass. It had been a stressful night for everyone, and even though he knew that handling this kind of situation was Billy’s job, the man was always efficient, so why not give him an extra reward? 

His gaze followed Billy’s movements, catching the way that particular bottle picked his interest. “I will. In the meantime, if you wanna claim that brandy, it’s all yours. There’s more from where that came from.” Money wasn’t an issue for him, that was clear. The paycheck for him and his Anvil crew was heavy. Crazy even. But they were fucking good, and he couldn’t have any slacks or weak links on the chain considering his exclusive clientele. 

Seeing Billy took to heart his comment about the snipers, he rolled his eyes. “That was a joke, you know that right?” TJ wasn’t going to argue with his methods, so he left it at that. There was an amused smile nonetheless as he walked to the bar to pour another drink. “So, the man from earlier… is he gonna be an issue with the press? Or is your ass the one I’d need to cover?”

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C. @rot3rstern , [ x ]

it's not for a lack of listening so much as a lack of care. in that space between blind momentum and the doldrum of his pulse, hammering in his temple. frank knows what comes next. his hands are steady, eyes sharp, but there's pause enough when james is talking that thinks to unseat his focus. " your target ain't here, " cold tone but the assertion is heated. it's the clench in his jaw and the renewed trickle of a wound burst back to life over his brow. blood floods his left eye and he doesn't blink it away.. red was an appropriate backdrop for what was about to happen.

" these guys are fuckin' scum, " lower than. with their buzzed heads and their shouted rhetoric. one step above the klan but it's not a big one. " hell, here i thought you'd wanna take care of their type too. " had gone to war for it, once, hadn't he ?

frank doesn't wait for an answer. he doesn't count the seconds any more than he counts his steps, the corner of the wall rounded and the initial squeeze of the trigger planting a slug square between startled eyes and through a tattooed forehead. maybe they'd have stood a chance if his swing wasn't wide and his clip wasn't full. but the peppering of rounds, their casings clinking a quiet chime beside his boots, doesn't stop until the movement does. not until the groaning is at a fever pitch and he can walk a measured pace between each dying man. put the punctuation where it belongs. pop pop !

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maybe a war is what i need.

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C. @formerfirstson , [ x ]

that's exactly what he'd have done, he thinks. if not himself, he'd have hired the best he could find. would've stationed them there, across the street, where the rooftop overlooked this balcony and the trajectory would find little, if any, resistance. a clean shot. an easy escape down the ladders at the side of the building. for all the flippancy of his client, billy made quick work of moving to his side. shaking the sting out of a fist that'd kissed a broken jaw well over a dozen times not but thirty minutes prior. until teeth scattered the alley and what was left of the man was tossed out where more people would collect him.

the first of many headaches he supposed he'd be having, here. but money was money and when the stacks were tall enough, he rarely complained.

" you always encourage your security to drink on the job ? " yes, he did. enough time spent reading over surveillance records and billy was more curious what'd taken him so long. why he hadn't offered something stronger.

a line of bottles, each top shelf, and temptation tickles his soles into movement towards a tall, sleek, selection of brandy. a neck his fingers fit nicely around. a squeeze that doesn't damage, but cradles, before.. before it's left behind. " ask me again in a few hours. " when the cheque was signed and cleared. once he'd shed the earpiece still humming with idle chatter than only ever prompts him to turn it down. when tj was tucked, safe and sound, into his condo for the evening. when he was least likely to be sober enough to remember. " i'm looking for snipers on the skyscrapers right now. "

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officially adding the following muses ;

frank castle , the punisher

peter petrelli , heroes

hunk , resident evil

kate kane , batwoman

axton , borderlands 2

august , tales from the borderlands

gavin reed , detroit become human

all of them will be on a temporary probation period while i get the lists updated and graphics made. this is me saying i'm taking requests for them despite them not being official yet. ;*

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it's the eyes. it's always the eyes that give him away. dark and bottomless, there's no good will in the shadows of them when he smiles. lets the creases form over the bridge of his nose. lets the start of a chuckle both be born, and die, in the same breath that leads into his acquiesce, " that's one way to describe it. " he preferred the version where anvil masqueraded as a legitimate operation, but people talked and word spread and now.. it's hard to play chess with a man content with checkers.

" i don't typically work with people i don't know, " those who'd let themselves be wrapped in so many layers of complicated red tape and an exorbitant amount of blackmail. politicians. city officials. the goddamn marines. his is a list of important people with important people problems and so very, very far to fall.

rick flag is just another dead man walking.

billy's arms are folded. his chin in a steady rise to join brows that slowly do the same, " i can make an exception if you give me more details. " sign on many, many dotted lines. the money would come after. " we don't make a habit of outside contracts, i'm sure you understand. "

“ I hear you are the people to see when I want some bad shit done to someone that doesn’t want to be found. ”

this wasn’t any different than his normal line of work. he’s worked alongside villains, mercenaries, assassins, all the like during his time with task force x. it was never he who sought them out. it was usually his employer who liked to work with the darker side of the law, not rick. but that part of him had died in corto maltese. he wasn’t against working with lowlifes himself now. the guy sitting across the table from him? one of the lowest. rick strikes a match, lighting the end of the cigarette that’s resting between his lips before shaking the flame until it’s extinguished, “ Price isn’t a problem. Being dead pays pretty well. ”

@thruteeth liked for a starter.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊.    (  a collection of various  location prompts centered around time & weather.  feel free to adjust as desired.  )

[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain. [ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. [ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours. [ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. [ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth. [ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor. [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. [ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh. [ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window. [ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in. [ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun. [ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center. [ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat. [ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain. [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles. [ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt. [ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm. [ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road. [ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music. [ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain. [ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm. [ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars. [ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road. [ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.

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there's always a point, somewhere between beginning and end, where the comm goes off and timothy sits in his silence thinking too much about too many things. wonders how far self-sabotage will get him and when ( not if ) jack would catch on. start asking the questions he always asked. what's wrong pumpkin, panties in a twist ? a shudder, a gag, and mismatched eyes drop down to his echo.

too soon. making contact with her now wouldn't work. the contract was still open but his nerves were raw. boots coated in moondust haven't felt right in days. couldn't carry him from one end of this broken highway to the next without putting a new ache in his back to match the one clamped at his nape. proverbial hand keeping the bad dog down — what a mess.

three minutes isn't a bad record.

static hits him first, a crackle he no longer flinches at. not for the whir of a booting mechanic or that first hum of a voice that both does and very much doesn't sound like himself. " hey there handsome, " there's that gag again.

" the signal out here ? shitty, " especially with his thumb on the disconnect. something he'd only get away with once. maybe twice if he wanted to press already expired and pathetic luck, " lost you there for a second. " and what he wouldn't have given for it to be a second longer than that. let it bleed into nightfall. come up with an excuse that the scavs were breathing down his neck. argue he couldn't talk right now. like that one ever worked. " thought i'd be shooting smelly bandits all by my lonesome this time. " never alone, he thinks, the band on his wrist tingling where it connects into skin ; that forever bond. for another twenty-plus few years anyway.

" not seeing the place you were talking about by the way — what'a'ya think the chances are it fell into a pit and i can get off of this turd early ? " @riphalos

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buckle your knees looking up at me, and beg me to spare thee the back of my hand.

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༘⋆｡ where it hurts starters.

caretaker.

i'll  stay  until  you  fall  asleep.

you're  not  a  burden.  not  to  me.

you  don't  have  to  act  tough  with  me.

let  me  help.

if  you  need  to  cry,  i'll  look  the  other  way.

you  don't  have  to  talk.

let  me  handle  it,  just  for  a  minute.

rest,  i'll  watch  over  you.

i  don't  care  if  you  think  you're  fine.  i'm  staying.

deep  breaths.

just  lean  on  me.

you're  safe  now,  okay?  just  breathe.

i  know  it  hurts.  i'll  sit  here  as  long  as  it  takes.

i'm  not  leaving  until  i  know  you're  okay.

you  don't  need  to  hide.

let  me  take  care  of  you  this  time.

shh.  i'm  right  here.

you  don't  have  to  put  on  a  smile  for  me.

i  don't  think  less  of  you.

i'll  be  here  when  you  wake  up.

you're  allowed  to  lean  on  me.  that's  what  i'm  here  for.

you  don't  have  to  be  okay.

scoot  over,  i'm  not  letting  you  sleep  alone.

your  hair's  a  mess.  let  me  brush  it.

don't  apologize.

cared  for.

i'm  tired,  that's  all.

please  don't  go.

i  don't  know  what  i  need.

you  didn't  need  to  come.

you  shouldn't  have  to  see  me  like  this.

i  hate  feeling  like  this.

i  was  trying  to  push  through.  i  think  i  made  it  worse.

this  is  so  embarrassing.

can  you  just...  stay  a  little  longer?

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  notice...

i'm  not  safe  in  my  own  head  right  now.

why  are  you  being  so  gentle  with  me?

i  don't  want  you  to  fix  me.

today's  just...  one  of  the  harder  days.

i  didn't  know  i  needed  to  hear  that.

can  you  stay?  after  i  fall  asleep?

sorry.  i  didn't  mean  to  flinch.

i  don't  always  know  what's  going  to  help.

this  is  the  nicest  anyone’s  been  to  me  all  week.

i'm  sorry.  i  know  i'm  a  lot.

i  don't  even  know  why  i'm  crying...

i  think  i'm  broken.

you  didn't  have  to  do  all  this  for  me.

i  don't  want  to  be  a  burden.

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  stay.

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BEN BARNES as BILLY RUSSO in THE PUNISHER (2017)