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I have fallen and I can not get up orz

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Someone wanted more Daredevil so here's more Daredevil! 😅 New colour on a piece from 2017

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but with everybody watching us, our every move

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perfect death.

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“I know that you can see me. If I want to get, you know that I can, but I want you to come out. I promise I won’t hurt you.” 

#convo : open #character : wanda maximoff

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“I must say this is very impressive set up,” it was something he once dreamed of back on his own world. Peter watched Bonnie over the last couple of weeks with an unkempt curiosity. The world looked so much brighter through her eyes. “..it’s a shame I’ll have to return to mine knowing how grand this one is.” 

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#character : TASM Peter Parker #convo : p3 & bonnie

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women of the MCU appreciation

pepper potts [1/?]

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Was feeling motivated to sketch a good lawyer -

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Iron Man 2 (2010) | Deleted Scene

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you're enough.

SCARLET WITCH vol 3 #3, drawn by sara pichelli.

#character : wanda maximoff #ft : lorna dane

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❝

Scott’s words reached her in a dull cadence, sounding miles away rather than just a few yards. Even her own voice, as she stammered her apologies, came back to her in garbled fragments. The urgency of his thoughts, on the other hand, translated with crystal clear frequency. The majority of them were concerned for her well-being, with those remaining questioned how quickly things had escalated. That was the leader in him, able to divide his attention between addressing and assessing the damage. But there was more, overlapping whispers that scratched at the fragility of her current state of mind. Jean couldn’t decipher what was being muttered into her mind with such formless persistence at first, but she soon realized it was the thoughts of those outside the training room. Perhaps across the entire campus.

…have for lunch…

                               …figure out this problem…

                                                                         …where did I put…

…can make it if I cut through…

                                                …can’t know or…

                                                                             …danger is coming…

The vibrations of their voices wove together in a tangle of broken thoughts. The same thoughts that would ordinarily only seep through with graceful ease, leaving no trace they had taken hold. But now frazzling her like a florid nightmare. Her telepathy hadn’t felt his out of control since she was a young girl, when the flicker of hidden thoughts first sprouted and the complexity of her affinity was unknown. Back then it felt akin to insanity, and in this moment she could feel those old anxieties take helm. As Scott drew near, Jean pressed her palms against the hollow of her ears even as she knew the gesture would not smoother the sounds.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go; her only intention for this training session was to sample the blaze of the phoenix. To start understanding what it would take to control it. But all she’d proven as it reduced her to basic mental form was that she was ill prepared to harness it. She sensed Scott’s impending presence before she felt the vitality of his touch, initially flinching away in fear that the alluring curls of that force would lash out once more. “I just,” her lip quivered in hesitance. “I just need a moment. Please”

Jean hated letting Scott see her like this, so discombobulated. But when you really loved someone you wanted to see them fully, flaws and weaknesses, rather than some manicured version. And she owed it to him not to conceal her fallacies. It was his solid nature that always anchored her. Regardless of everything they’d endured, including those who sought to tear them apart, he would always be her calm in the storm. A hand beckoning her away from the mental manure. And Jean clung to that stability and reassurance, that constant adoration, to stay afloat.

It took her longer than she cared to acknowledged to center herself, but eventually cautious fingers reached out to gently grasp Scott’s arm. The familiar dimensions of his mind doing wonders to muffle the rest. “I’m okay,” or at least, she would be. Her gaze lifted but faltered at the trickle of blood staining his perfect jaw before they reached his. “You’re hurt. Oh Scott,” her hands moved to cup his face and draw him closer to examine the wound. And just to feel him to reassure herself she was on steady ground once more.

“I’m so sorry. I should have never…”

Dejected and scattered beneath the crushing weight of the impending unknown, Scott allowed Jean to drag another breath into her lungs before inching a step closer.  He did his best to temper his racing thoughts; it did her no good to listen to his concerns before they had been uttered. His fingers itched to chase the soft tendrils along the nape of her neck, to feel the pulse that fluttered beneath them as he wished to pull her in closer. Scott stood like a stone. An emotionally muted piece of sediment for her to lean into or destroy. 

Love made him the puppet hanging off the very strings from her fingers. If she asked him to cross that line between life and death, he would rather fall onto the sharpest point of a sword. It’s why he had been so against this little training exercise. The haunting sound of her pleas beneath a mound of duvets in his bedroom festered deep in his ears. If I become dangerous, you know what you have to do. Scott didn’t want to do what was needed. He didn’t want to have to carry the mantle of leader if it meant he had to surrender his title in being loved by her. He was eerily aware of the harsh end of love when you watch that person being buried into the ground. 

“Okay,” his voice light but lacking any emotion to give him away. 

The moment felt like an eternity. His gaze unmoved from her state in a crotch fetal position but his mind looping the drills he ran with the kids this morning. A soundtrack to drown out the insecurity she felt and the fear that consumed him. Jean’s hands outstretched met the warmth of his flesh and chased away the doubt her felt. If anyone was strong enough to handle this, it was her. Not that he gave her much choice, he wouldn’t live another day without her. “You are okay,” he confirmed. Scott gingerly curled a supportive hand around her waist, anchoring her close to him. 

“It’s just a scratch,” Scott hummed. He peered down at her through his visor with a soft scowl. “It’s fine,” he mumbled back with a defiant cadence. “How can we really train if we don’t know what the cap is.” He brushed back the hair from her eyes. His callous fingers sweeping along her temple and down her cheek before he finally allow them to get lost in her hair. 

“Jean, look at me,” he urged. “It’s okay. We’re gonna have to do some extra chores tonight but...” his voice falling off with a twisted mirth. 

#convo : jean grey #character : scott summers

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“I’ve asked Kitty to cover your courses for the week,” his tone clipped but controlled. Months worth of intel mounted on a snap decision and a level of finesse some of the young recruits hadn’t yet mastered; nor were the older ones been privileged to understand. 

This was personal.  

“I’ve got eyes on Havoc and the brotherhood. A arms deal with some foreign diplomat and Sebastian Shaw. We have to strike first.” I need to get to my brother. 

“If you’re not up to it, say it now because there’s no backing out. Jean doesn’t need to be briefed because she will not be joining us.”  

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#character : scott summers

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thinking abt elektra and her being doomed by the narrative. just!! the only thing that is ever fully your choice is dying and you cant even have that. you want so badly to be good but the narrative, fate, the universe, whatever never lets you be. the only good thing you can ever do is die and even that is in the service of someone elses mission!! and still, and still, you dont get to keep it. so what if its different in other universes? in this one, you will never have an ending that is yours.

#character study ; elektra

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Elektra is crucial to the Daredevil lore. Heterosexual nonsense at it’s finest. 

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IRON MAN (2008) dir. Jon Favreau

#;; pepperony

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“Tell me what big eyes I have,” 

The way the raven haired mercenary’s blackened pupils dilated with intent certainly made Natasha feel like she was caught in the gaze of the Big Bad Wolf. And that wasn’t even mentioning the sharp edge of the sai pressed into her jugular. She was certain the trickle of dampness she felt running down her neck was caused by the puncture wound. Yet Natasha’s calm expression didn’t waver. If she hadn’t learned to temper her own bloodlust years ago, a greeting like that would have ignited an entirely different reaction.

“Drop your weapon, Natchios,” Natasha’s grip tightened around the handle of the firearm angled at Elektra’s bellybutton, finger poised to fill her gut with lead should she attempt anything. “I just came to talk.”

Wrapped in the obsidian nightfall, Elektra anticipated the crimson war dog to creep back into Hell’s Kitchen sooner or later. Fury, deep in whatever hell hole he’d been confined to, found new ways to haunt her. The glinting edge of her blade poised in the fragile cut of Natasha’s neck brought little thrill; her lifeless frame would bring Elektra an immeasurable bounty of joy. Her senses keen to the coppery scent that wafted between them. She didn’t waver, her thumb balanced on the hilt to apply additional pressure if needed.. The entrance to her base of operations and Peni far too close for her comfort. She would never say it but the spiderling had become one of the few persons in this city she would die for. Matthew had dulled the harsh edge of her soul to allow the nuisance safe passage to her heart. 

“I never took kindly to guests who arrive uninvited,” her diction oozing with a ominous warning.” The well positioned pistol would surely rip through every vital organ in her gut. Even after death, it seemed Natasha remained polished. Elektra dipped in closer to allow the barrel to lay flush against her abdomen. “What could Shield’s dog want from me? There’s no room for an Avenger in Hell’s Kitchen.” Elektra hissed. She didn’t press the blade farther but didn’t allow for Natasha to gain any ground. 

“Speak.” 

#convo : natasha #character : elektra

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Daredevil — Season 1 Episode 8, “Shadows in the Glass”

#ft ; matt murdock