No matter how bad or far away from any….artistic feelings or inspiration, just chilling and stylising my Boy and his beautiful features is so nice. Also I got clip studio on my iPad and this was a test.
send a ❂ to get a moodboard for our muses.
Reblog if you're supposed to be dead...but Oops! Look who's back
Happy Monday, ya’ll!
🛁 (choirboy-angel)
“Murdock?”
he asks this not with any fear or shock, but, moreover, confusion, tilting his head and looking to the newcomer into the room- he still doesn’t understand the other, hasn’t figured out the enigmas behind him, but he knows that Matt is not entirely as normal as he seems.
“Do you need something?”
he adjusts a little bit under the ice in the tub with him, hoping that the other man isn’t dying or anything- that would be deeply inconvenient, considering he’s sitting here, nude, in ice water covered in bruises.
((Also, I have to get off of here to go to sleep, but I will be on tomorrow and will continue plotting and talking and doing replies then! See you all on the flipside! :) ))
((I have two tags for answered asks oops I better pick one))
Hey woulda you wanna rp with a guardian angel au Matt that I haven't don't anythingg with yet?
((I would be willing to do a thread for sure! I love fun, unique reimaginings of popular canon characters like that. :) ))
in my defense, i was left unattended
“What in the hell?!”
he practically leaps in place in the tub and hurriedly spins himself to brace against the wall of the bathroom, glaring mistrustfully at the intruder- he knows he’s seen her before, somewhere, during his random rampages, and that she’s not a threat, as far as he knows, but, still.
what the hell is she doing in his bathroom when he’s trying to recover from getting beat to shit on his last outing in the old skull-and-mag vest?
🛁 (if he got himself hurt again Maria is going to dump the whole ice bag on his crotch)
“-Maria?”
he shifts in the tub at the sight of her entering the bathroom, and cringes a little bit, knowing she’s going to be upset about the bruises and sutures that pepper his face and his entire body equally.
“It’s not as bad as it looks.”
which is a blatant lie, and he tries to cover it up with his attempt at a smile despite the throbbing pain radiating from one end of his body all the way to the other- and he’s not good at it, because he’s not exactly the greatest actor by any measure.
Send 🛁 to find my muse in the bathtub.
((In the Kingsman ‘verse, Frank joined the Statesmen shortly after the deaths of his family. They usually don’t allow in people with as much history as he has, but then he single-handedly walked in and took down a Maggia cartel they were hunting and they had to arrest him. He sat there sipping coffee out of his thermos and staring at the one way glass and waiting, and, eventually, they decided on two things: first, Frank Castle was a man with skills to rival the Statesmen themselves, and, secondly, he was far too dangerous for them to leave him on a loose leash. So they brought him in, and made him a Statesman. When asked what his codename would be, he said, quote-”I don’t give a shit about codenames.”-unquote. They couldn’t just let him be an urban legend called the Punisher, so they decided that, with all the coffee he was drinking, they’d call him Agent Coffee Grinds. And so it was.))
((Frank is going to have a Kingsman universe and I am going to call him Agent Coffee Grind and none of you can stop me ever.))