“From now on, whatever Jennifer Walters can't handle-- the She-Hulk will do!”

♠️ Frank when I write joke interactions vs Frank in the solos

♠️ For anyone wondering, the original one I was working on before deciding I needed to give it more time involved a alternate take on Hatemonger.

♠️ Just so everyone knows, I fucking hated writing that first half.

♠️ Oh boy the ultra dark solo is up.

Playdate: A Punisher Solo Trigger warning: Serious themes of abuse, scenes of violence and gore, and dark subject matters. All characters are fictional and any links to those living or dead are purely coincidental. Proceed at your own discretion.

♠️I was writing the solo and realized that I'll need more time to tackle a topic like that. Little to heavy out the gate. Going to do a mild adaption of a actual Punisher story and save that one for later.

//For anyone who hasn't read the bio, I should point out Frank's wife Maria looked close to this.

♠️ Alright you guys liked the post. I'm working on a solo now. I am putting a disclaimer at the start because I will be hitting on some really terrible stuff. If it goes over we'll and my account isn't nuked I'll do another one.

♠️ I do apologize for the somewhat more comical stuff today (The sonic thing) but I'm currently a little insane because of work.

♠️ WHO TF ARE THESE RANDOM ITL PEEPS LIKING MY TWEET? They appear to be bots so will be ignored.

"It's not that I'm giving up. It's just that I don't care if I wake up tomorrow." He was silent for a bit, collecting himself. That's when he looked at the radio. "How about we just listen to some music and talk about something else. I got a good mixtape in here."

Frank's playlist has been leaked. Like the post to see what song shuffle lands on.

♠️ Should I do some solos from the perspective of people Frank kills? Just to give a idea of how my Frank operates?

♠️ Fuck it. It's now cannon that Frank really likes Wave the Swallow. He and his wife cosplayed as Jet and Wave when they were dating.

Wave the swallow can get it.

[EVENT PINNED] What if... Magik became a BLACK WIDOW?

"That's the thing. I don't care about what happens after I'm gone. That's for everyone else to figure out. If anything, maybe those symbols of hope will learn that some people just can't be redeemed and they'll start doing my job." He glances out the window at the small town. "I just want to see-

N.𖤐 Dropping this here.

❝ 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘄 . . .❞

"If only the so called heroes learned that lesson...." He sighed and laid back in his seat. "Part of what makes me scary is people seeing me take enough to kill someone and yet I'm still coming after them. Plus...... To be honest I don't care if one of them kills me."

He looked inside the case to see what she had cooked up. Also wondering if this was all she had.

"Well a adorable name for a adorable woman then. Where do you have the extra gear stored?"

Once they got in close he slept off with her, the cycle contacting the gate as they rolled across the gravel. "Find cover. We'll push up. The gate is their only land exit."

He looked down at her, managing a polite smile. "Hello to you too. I'm looking for Minnie. I was told by a friend that they sell special gear and I'm very interested in buying."

Frank walked into the shop, looking around at @blondebombs.bsky.social s store. He heard they were selling some special stuff under the table.

"Please, posion isn't my usual style." He relaxed back into his seat and just watched as they passed out of the city. "So...... Why exactly do you care about keeping me alive? You've always known the score. My mission is always meant to be suicide."

Frank sits alone on a park bench outside the cemetery. He looks longingly at graves of his family, a spot next to them reserved for him already. He takes a revolver from his jacket, loaded with just a single bullet. He spins the chamber before snapping it closed.-

Now that got a chuckle out of him. A very rare sound. "Naw I'd at least find ya a bush. I was seeing if you wanted some water."

He reached in the back seat, pulling out a water from a ice box he had hidden. "The usual." Dead inside. He shakes his bottle, offering her one if she wants it.

There was a pause before she spoke. ^Are you sure it's him? No one has seen him since the house fire. He was a family man and a vet Spidey. I sure hope you have more evidence than just a hunch.^ The truth was that anyone in the department that knew Frank Castle felt sorry for him. Some feeling-

He follows her out to his car. A all black Grand National. "Up to you. As long as we swing by before coming back to New York I'm good."

After a bit of database searches Jean responded with some troubling information. ^Uh Spidey...... If you are looking for Frank Castle Jr you..... Well he was five years old when he died a year ago. Looking at the reports him, his infant sister, mom, and dad were all gunned down at Central Park.-

He listens to her words, her spider senses going off fully for a split second when his eyes suddenly dilated. He shook his head and sighed. His voice seemed horse for a millisecond. Unknown to her, she sounded just like his wife for a moment. "Yeah...... I guess you're right. Plus with taking out-

He drank down the whiskey in one quick gulp. He was more of a rum guy ever since he met his wife. As she mentioned the west coast she felt the energy of the area around Frank shift. Not triggering her senses but it was noticeable. -

"They know if they hit here again they'll get worse than the last guy that did." The last guy being that the group of wanna be thugs that were found dead in the subway after being tortured for weeks. "No. I don't. No point in taking one. Why do you ask?"

He just looked at her. The look in his eyes giving the answer. No. "Had to come here to cool off. It's the one place the criminals won't hit."

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As the car took off the chain started to rattle. The man, the one who Frank was after looked up at her. Before he could say anything he was yanked, dragged down the concrete driveway and onto the pavement. A trail of blood marking the path. If she were to track him, she would find him hidden away-

"Oh.... Right. Nearly forgot about that." He went to the chained man and moved some of the chains around. He pulled out the freshly decapitated patriarch head and tossed it to her. The rage in Frank's eyes was gone. Now they were just dead. More so than the head he gave her. "He was in fear-

The carnage raged for minutes. In the brief pauses in the song she could hear screams like the gates of hell opening for small moments. After a while Frank came walking out from the front, juggernaut armor no more as he pulled a beat up, bleeding, handless man wrapped in chains behind him.-

He nodded. He had spent the extra time she gave uploading a virus into their innercom and radios. No communication. No planning. They would only be allowed to try and survive. The van battered though the gates of the property and into the main hall. A deafing boom shook the house as Frank walked-

"The entire mob family he belongs to are criminals. Everyone in that house is guilty of different crimes. The patriarch also helped pay for the lawyer that defended my family's killers." That fire in his eyes. It was enough to make someone feel the weight of all their sins. Dispite his calm tone-

He got out of the van and started to go to the back. He opened the doors and started suiting up. He was breaking out the juggernaut armor. His eyes where darker than usual. A burning inferno that wasn't going to be put out ant time soon. "The son of the patriarch hit a kid during a robbery. Kid is-

Frank is in a bad mood. He's looking to start a fight. He's currently in route to the house of one of New York's mob bosses. He was looking to clean house.

“Hᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. Hᴇ’s ɪɴʜᴜᴍᴀɴ. Hᴇ’s ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ. Tʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴀᴄʜɪᴇᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs. Tʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs. I’ʟʟ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴜs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇxᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏᴛʜɪᴄ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ. I ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴜʀʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀ. Wʜᴇɴ I’ᴍ ᴅᴏɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ & sᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ, & ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴏғ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ” ♡ + ↻

He uploads this to *Reader*'s phone and has it play on full blast. youtu.be/w2_0mhkbrzg?...

His world went dark as he was teleported. He was finally passing out as he was sent away. How exactly is he meant to survive...... He woke with a start in his safehouse, looking around as he quickly moved out of bed. He looked around, looking to see what was going on. He was safe. He looked down-

He was in the middle of throwing a punch as time slowed. His hand landed next to him with a thud. The pain excruciating as blood sprayed both of them. Any normal man with any level of self preservation would back off. Beg for their life. But that wasnt him. You can't kill a man who's dead inside -