Matt: OMG FRANK THATS A LOT OF BLOOD!

Matt wins fights more often only because Frank likes it when he does

Daredevil sitting in his lap and hitting him in the face is absolutely not a loss for Frank. In fact that might even be his goal.

Frank: kill me with my own gun just fucking do it

Matt: no

Frank : :/ punch me in the face ??

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

your honor he did kill those people but his boobs were bouncing when he did it

amazing spider-man (1963) #136

Nobody is seeing Matthew Michael Murdock in the pathetic competition I'm afraid

Matt: I asked God to remove all the negative people from my life and I almost died.

Thunderbolts* (2025) + text posts

*kicks my feet playfully whilst lying on my front and lining up my sniper rifle*

What should I name my new hellhound puppy that I broke out of the top secret lab outside of town?

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?”