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I want Daredevil in Marvel Rivals
(obligatory shipping post cuz I can + spidey lmao)
Bonus:
keeping normal civilian matt murdock safe
Matt Murdock vs Frank Castle
This is how season 2 went right
They look like a married couple in therapy
Frank and Elektra being the only 2 who point out Matt's ass is WILD.
*read from right to left
Karen knows him well.
The shirt [X]
Some sketches before i sleep
A sleepy vigilante
I'm OBSESSED with fratt adopting Peter, so here are a couple of my own favorites. *read from right to left*
The scene I got so obsessed with from the fic: The Martyrs, The Saints, The Saviors
The Daredevil costume was fucking itchy.
It was also tight, Dex grunting as he moved, the fabric scraping against some bruises on his ribs as he sat up on the roof, watching the building.
A heavy pair of footsteps appeared behind him before they scraped to a stop and Dex turned around, ready to ask what the hell the person was staring at before he stopped as well.
The Punisher was standing right behind him.
He looked every bit as intimidating as the media portrayed him. Buzzed hair with dark eyes that seemed to pierce into Dex. That white skull emblazoned onto his clothing, subtle.
Dex stood, The Punisher eyed him, like he was examining him over. The other man’s jaw clenched. Dex thought Fisk had mentioned something about Daredevil and Punisher having fought together, he nodded to him,
“Hello”
“Hey again” Punisher said, those dark eyes still staring into him. Dex speaking again,
“What brings you around here, Punisher?” he asks, “Kitchen’s my turf”
The brick of the roof colliding with Dex’s back knocks the wind out of him, for such a large man, he didn’t expect the other to move that fast.
“Where’s Red?”
“Pardon?” Dex coughs up and Punisher chuckles, a dry and sarcastic noise as he has Dex pinned,
“You think I haven’t heard? About you killing folks? Red doesn’t do that, would never fucking do that, you aren’t him…he doesn’t fucking call me by that name”
Dex internally cusses. Apparently the Punisher and Daredevil were closer than he thought, it’s obvious as the former leans down to snarl in his ear, voice dripping with barely restrained fury,
“I’ll ask again, where’s my Red?”
Matt: OMG FRANK THATS A LOT OF BLOOD!
Frank: oh yeah, definitely.
Matt: IS IT YOURS?!!
Frank: wtf no of course not you idiot-
Did some fanart for a friend of mine’s awesome fic series; snakes are biting at my heels
It’s a Matt Murdock/Frank Castle fic, and I know it’s not what ya’ll are following me for originally but go check it out!! she dragged me into this ship and I’m not even mad
I was the fratt headcanon anon — “for the sake of not letting this get out of hand…” it’s sleepover Saturday girly (gn)!!! get out of hand!!!!! (aka i love your headcanons and will hear as many as you’d like to share haha. your last one warmed my heart)
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Well, in that case … Have another one!
Once Frank notices that Matt tends to fall asleep on his couch a lot, he makes it a habit to occupy said couch and sleep there himself. So Matt will have to drag himself to his bed and get better sleep. Lawyers by day and vigilantes by night need good sleep, after all. Otherwise they become a danger to others and to themselves.
Of course Matt catches on. That's when he starts to wake Frank up and drag him to bed with him. Because Frank, too, deserves some good sleep.
("Am a marine, Red," Frank grunts, sleep-drunk, "'ould probably sleep better on the floor anyway.")
(Matt won't have it. His bed is big enough.)
Matt: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it…
Foggy: Just rip off the bandage, Dude!
Matt: *sighs* It’s Frank Castle.
Foggy:
Foggy: Ok never mind put the bandage back on-