#woundedblackbird

Thought I’d share these. My fiance ( @doesthekilling ) and I went to MCM Comicon last weekend and on one of the days did Frank and Billy. There’s plenty of room for improvement and we’re both looking to slim down and (and he wants to bulk up a bit also,) for next comicon but I gotta say I love how these came out. Plus, a bit of Frankenbilly for everyone to enjoy...

“For you, impatient is a personality trait.” Came from the en-suite bathroom. Frank was feeling incredibly unsure about the whole situation but all in all, he had agreed to it. He tugged at the garters to try and straighten them and ensured that they were securely clasped onto the thigh-high stockings. He cheated with the corset and chose one that he could just zip up, he never had enough patience with all the damn hooks; had broken several whenever Maria decided to dress up. He looked at himself in the mirror, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He tensed and gripped the thong at the back, pulling it free once more. The entire look was completed by a sheer nightie with lace detailing. There was something incredibly revealing about the whole thing, even though he probably had on more than Billy did.

“Just… don’t laugh or I’ll never forgive you.” He called as he made his way to the door, sliding the latch open. He stood in front of the shut door for a few moments before finally pushing it open.

mun talks about the muse. ( @woundedblackbird ! )

U RLLY GONNA MAKE ME PICK JUST ONE,,,,,

“Hey, hey… you know where we stand, Abby.”

Long arms reached out, bringing her close, placing a kiss to the top of her head as he inhaled her scent- that sweet, calming smell he’d grown so used to. The news of what Rawlins had planned had hit them both hard, and he knew Abby was frightened of what the future held. Perhaps she didn’t want him to go, didn’t want him to join Frank in dispatching Rawlins for fear of what repercussions would follow. Couldn’t she see that, without her influence, he would have chosen a very different path? He’d have had nothing to lose, but with her? He knew, ultimately, she could never stay with a man who let his brother go to his death. Though he was loathe to lose ANVIL, to lose everything he had built up, everything he’d ever wanted… somehow it meant little next to her. He’d give it all up, for her… her, and Frank.

“We’re going to be fine- you’re going to be fine. I’ll come back to you.”

She believed him. Despite the shit hitting the fan, Abby believed Billy when he said he would come back to her. Because he absoutely had to. She didn't know what to do if he didn't. Or what that really meant for him. She just knew that she couldn't lose him. Her arms wrapped around him tightly, and the tears flowed freely now that her face was somewhat hidden. Everything around them was falling apart. It seemed she was one more thing to do so. Her heart ached, tightened in her chest to the point she felt she might never be able to breathe again.

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“Shit.” He held his breath. He was outside some warehouse. There was a security detail - but those guys was even shit at their jobs or expecting him. Guess which one he was leaning towards? 

Earlier that day he’d punched the damned wall. This is where you’d think it didn’t do him anything good - but the pain brought him out from his chaotic mind and made him focus. He had been keeping Billy safe. That was what he was telling himself. By not letting him know that he was still breathing he ensured that his only remaining family didn’t get hurt. After getting back from war Billy had started up ANVIL. Was doing great for himself. Becoming someone real. Frank needed to protect that. To let him live; do his thing. Be happy. Billy deserved to be happy...   Frank dropped the phone showing a picture of his friend. Stripped down, beat up and bleeding. Rawlins. It could be no other. He’d been on his tail. Dead set on taking him down. It was a mutual thing. Went both ways. As it were, Rawlins had ordered his hit. Taken down his family. Frank had retaliated against the guys who pulled the triggers, but not the one who gave the order.  And now?  Now Billy was caught in the damn crossfire.  

Frank knew he could take a punch. But he also knew how Rollins got off on that. Billy knew too. He wouldn’t give him up. Wouldn’t because he couldn’t. Frank was a ghost. Dead. It couldn’t have been pretty. Damn it. Frank rubbed his face. He needed to prepare. The phone number the picture came from probably was untraceable, but he didn’t need to. They’d supplied the coordinates. It was a fucking trap.  But not saving his friend - no scratch that - brother, was not an option. He was going in.

Frank observed the security for a while and figured out all the strategical exit and entrance points. It was bound to get gnarly... 

...yet getting in was easier than he’d expected. He’d taken down the guards easily enough. Once he got inside there was nothing. No surveillance cameras. None of Rawlins little pets. No laser grids. Nothing. With the gun stretched out before him he jumped between shadows, pressed against the wall - moved silently; deadly. Twisting sideways as he was trained; leaving less surface to take bullets. He was wearing his bullet-proof vest, the trademark white skull painted across his chest to confuse the enemy and keep them aiming for that rather than his head. 

CONTROVERSIAL SHIPPING ASKS // accepting. @woundedblackbird

Ship that you find disgusting: 💩

papa.

those  words  had  never  passed  her  lips  before. she  is  CRINGING                                       then          

*a  smile. 

their  hands  join; they  both  reach  for  one  another  at  the  exact  same                              time. natural, instinctive. fear  melts  away, replaced  by  indescribable                                 affection. so  alien  yet  so  certain. t h i s  is  where  she  should  be.