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THIS IS LITERALLY ME (brought me back from the dead lolll hi froggy!)

love this animal……. The shart

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Queer Ships That Never Went Canon/Haven't Gone Canon Yet

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too true bc i went from any pronouns to he/they

hey guys I don’t have pronouns anymore I got the she/it beat out of me

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Black and Red

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ok this is so smart, i love this, i would also like to offer monk class matt as an idea 👀👀

on a separate note wilson fisk is the most barbarian to ever barbarian

i have a combination of matt and dnd on the brain.

the concept of matt as a paladin to some god of course is the first thought that came to mind but then i was like…

matt being corrupted or converted into a blackguard (essentially the anti-paladin, draws power from an archdevil and steals souls for their patron) and i wonder who his patron would be…

but also it has me thinking enemies to lovers fantasy au where either…

matt is a fallen paladin blackguard and is bested in a fight, captured by, and brought back to the lighter side by a holy paladin!reader.

or or or

holy paladin!matt is captured and converted to the dark by a blackguard!reader who was sent to retrieve Matt for her patron, and eventually turns him into a powerful blackguard as well.

thinking thots.

currently has me like…

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i have a combination of matt and dnd on the brain.

the concept of matt as a paladin to some god of course is the first thought that came to mind but then i was like…

matt being corrupted or converted into a blackguard (essentially the anti-paladin, draws power from an archdevil and steals souls for their patron) and i wonder who his patron would be…

but also it has me thinking enemies to lovers fantasy au where either…

matt is a fallen paladin blackguard and is bested in a fight, captured by, and brought back to the lighter side by a holy paladin!reader.

or or or

holy paladin!matt is captured and converted to the dark by a blackguard!reader who was sent to retrieve Matt for her patron, and eventually turns him into a powerful blackguard as well.

thinking thots.

currently has me like…

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heres a silly doodle of the murdock circle on matts couch, idea from @foxmurdock in the discord!!

i think i got everyone

@bunmurdock @mutt-murdock @mewmurdock @swanmurdock @fairymurdock @kittenmurdock @kit-murdock2 @jellyfishmurdock @ravensmurdock @sirenmurdock @pupmurdock @lambmurdock @ottermurdock @bumblebeemurdock @moth-murdock @parker-murdock @deermurdock @froggy-murdock @starmurdock @https-murdock @robinmurdock it wont let me lag you idk why :((

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matt murdock tracks you down and brings you home after you stay out past curfew. just some fluffy, protective, concerned bf matt :0

you don’t mean to be out this late. really. 

it’s not like you make a habit of wandering around sketchy parts of brooklyn after midnight. but there’s something about nights like this—the city buzzing just enough to feel alive, the rush of chasing something a little spontaneous. the kind of night that feels harmless when you’re laughing with friends… until it isn’t.

you tell yourself it’s just for a little while.

except, you lose track of time.

you one by one, you part ways with friends too.

and when you finally manage to tear yourself away from the hypnotic pull of those glowing red neon signs and hazy street lamps, you realize it’s well past 1 a.m.

you’re alone, walking fast on worn sneakers, hood up, arms crossed tight around yourself as the streets of brooklyn close in. it’s colder now. quieter. that familiar giddy high replaced with an unsettling prickle at the back of your neck.

you know better. matt’s told you better.

your heart stutters in your chest when you hear a soft scuff of shoes behind you. you pick up your pace.

“sweetheart.”

the voice cuts through the dark. and you freeze.

your breath hitches, cheeks heating instantly at the sound. that voice. low and rough and unmistakable.

you don’t dare turn around. you just stand there, small, caught.

“you want to tell me why you’re still out here, when you were supposed to be home hours ago?” his voice is low, soft, but there’s an edge tonight. like he’s tired of chasing you down.

like he’s disappointed.

you swallow hard, hugging your arms tighter around yourself. “matt… i didn’t mean to. i just—i lost track of time. i was getting home.”

but he’s already there, stepping up behind you, the faint brush of his prototype suit against your back emanating heat. the leather of his gloves is cool as it wraps around your wrist, fingers brushing over your racing pulse.

he’s in the suit tonight. masked. gloved. which means… he’s been looking for you. for a while.

“from where i’m standing,” he murmurs, breath warm against the shell of your ear, “it looks like you’re out past midnight. again. this time off atlantic ave, of all places.”

you feel the weight of it in the way he says your name next. soft. strained. “you do realize how reckless that is, don’t you?”

his gloved hand slides up, fingers curling gently—but firmly—around your chin, tilting your face up until there’s nowhere to look but him. the black cloth knotted tight over his eyes. the hard set of his jaw.

“matt…” you breathe. “i was careful… i—i had my pepper spray.”

“were you? is that why you didn’t even notice me following you for the last ten minutes?”

you stiffen, biting your lip.

his grip on your chin tightens just enough to keep you there, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth.

“i… i just wanted to see the lights,” you mumble.

“the lights?”

you nod, miserably.

he sighs, letting you go and briefly pinching his the bridge of his nose. you turn to face him.

“those lights worth getting yourself hurt over, sweetheart?” 

you shake your head, but like you’re not entirely convinced of the danger.

he sighs. “come here.” 

before you can argue, he pulls you flush against him, arms closing around you like he’s wrapping you in armor.

you press your cheek to his chest, breathing in the steady thump of his heart.

“and you’re shivering,” he murmurs, voice softer now but edged with frustration—almost like it is directed at himself this time.

“‘m not that cold…” you mumble.

matt exhales through his nose, shaking his head.

“you’re cold. scared. and you’re lucky i found you before someone else did.”

before you can protest, he’s crouching slightly, grabbing your hand and guiding it over his shoulder.

“up.”

you blink, but your body moves before your brain catches up, and then you’re being hoisted up onto his back, your legs wrapping around his waist as his hands grip under your thighs.

he doesn’t say anything right away. just adjusts you higher against him, jaw tight as he starts walking.

you curl into him instinctively, cheek resting against his neck, breathing in the faint scent of sweat and the city still clinging to him.

“…matt, ’m sorry i worried you,” you murmur.

“we’ll talk when we get home.”

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you don’t say much the rest of the way. anything you try to say will sound like excuses—and matt’s quiet in that way he gets when he’s not done lecturing you yet.

but after a while, when the city shifts—brooklyn’s chaos softening into the familiar hum of hell’s kitchen—you feel the words bubble up anyway.

“…saw a cat today.”

matt doesn’t break stride, but you feel the subtle shift of his shoulders, holding you a little closer. he hums, like he’s indulging you.

“mhm. orange one. real friendly. he was prowling around the corner bodega like he owned the place. me and the others hung out there for a bit, and he let me pet him. purred so loud it sounded like… like a tiny lawnmower.”

matt hums again, the sound low, almost fond now. “bold little thing. probably had better instincts than you tonight.”

“matt…” you pout softly, the tension in your chest loosening just a little when you catch the faintest of smirks when you peek around his shoulder.

“what else.”

“we… we got these yummy cookies from a bakery nearby. oh—and someone sent flowers. four giant bouquets.”

matt's quiet for a moment.

“i like when you tell me these things,” he murmurs eventually, quiet. “makes me feel like you’re… safer than you really are when i’m not able to be there.”

you blink. “but i am safe. i was careful, i swear.”

“you’re not the one who gets to decide that. not out here. not tonight. you forget i hear the things that happen to girls who think they’re careful.”

“next time you want to see the lights? you ask me to take you. understood?”

you nod, your head growing heavy where it rests against him.

“words, sweetheart.”

“…yes, matt,” you murmur.

that earns you a soft hum of approval.

“it’s way past your bedtime. go to sleep, sweetie. we’ll be home soon.”

you nod, eyes slowly fluttering shut, the steady rhythm of his steps and the familiar streets of hell’s kitchen pulling you under, soft and safe.

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just got a notif from tumblr saying they knew i would like this 😭

I love when a meme gets so many steps away from its source material that it would be completely incomprehensible if I didn't know what today's date was

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Wip, just needed to get it out. Not sure yet how I want to finish

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“oh, i know, baby. just a little longer—for me.”

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MATT MURDOCK + Tight Casual T-shirts

(Somebody needs to hack into Charlie's trailer on the Born Again set and fill his wardrobe with more tight shirts and continue the great work the folks over at Netflix delivered 😌 )

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is it just me or when matt takes off his glasses he look like a completely different person?? like

vs

i feel like it kinda creates the illusion of changing his face shape, his face looks sharper with the glasses

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Frank Castle Loves Karen Page SEND TWEET ✨

[ Posted Here & Bluesky @ MadQueenMaddie ]

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i saw this on tiktok 2 mins on it and screenshotted it but it has found me again

end of the semester psychosis is kicking in so i made this wallpaper for my laptop

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“Oh look!” Karen said brightly, trying to pretend she didn’t feel a certain blind hand drifting south. “It’s a show about The Daredevil!” Matt didn’t miss a beat. “How boring,” he muttered, lips brushing the shell of her ear, while his fingers curved under the elastic of the shorts. “I’m much more entertained by your shorts, mmmh.” Karen snorted, squirming against his chest, though she didn’t exactly stop him. “Ah, you just want them back, considering they’re yours?” Frank, who’d been steadily leaning into her personal space like a heat-seeking missile, lost it. “Dude,” he barked, laughing, “you know they’re pink, right?!” Matt paused. Fingers still nestled where they really shouldn’t be during prime time television. “...I was not aware.” Karen burst into laughter, practically writhing between them now as Frank took the opportunity to press a kiss to her cheek, then her jaw, then her neck—one big arm snaking over her thighs, nudging them apart carefully. Matt’s hand didn’t stop, either. “Y’know what?” Frank growled low, mouth hot against Karen’s skin. “Fuck that guy.” “Which one?” Karen gasped, half-mad with laughter, half-mad with—well. Other things. “The Daredevil,” Frank grunted. Matt smirked against her shoulder. “Harsh.” “He’s a prick,” Frank added. “Acts like he’s blind but gets all the girls.” “I am blind.” “Oh my God shut up you two,” Karen snapped, voice cracking with heat and giggles as she was practically manhandled into a new position—her legs over Frank’s lap now, her chest still against Matt, both men touching her like they were in a race but forgot it wasn’t a competition. The TV was still droning on in the background. Something about justice and tight leather suits. Karen groaned and threw the remote across the room. “Justice can wait.”

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Totally self-indulgent fanart that I needed to get OUT. Hope you like this one :D

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