#and yet another moment where i realize that technically i could've seen it live and there might not be a better chance

[bluedestinybluebird]

Yet another sports event where I think to myself "this is the last major tournament I'm watching this year"

[murdockmeta]

welcome back to watchmojo where we are counting down ren's top 5 mike murdock moments

5. Killing Bullseye that one time

so, technically this didnt ACTUALLY happen (or itd be my number one lmfao), it was in a dream Matt was having while he was dying. but listen, okay, mike was still so real for this. bullseye was this close to killing Matt and Mike comes outta nowhere, declares his love for Karen Page, and boom shoots the guy right off a fuckin skyscraper how could i NOT talk about this, okay?

4. Being thrown to the ground

listen, he looks good a little roughed up, alright? what are you, a fuckin cop or somethin? aint it my right as a living, breathing, human being to enjoy pretty boys being thrown around a lil sometimes? damn

for reference: the first photo was when he was pretending to be Matt, trying to deal with some mob bosses. one of them got angry and pushed him down. the second was when mike was first introduced in the soule/noto run. bad guys bust into the bar hes at and matt throws him behind cover lmfao

3. this EXCELLENT reintroduction in the 2020 annual

the 2020 annual is when we get mike's whole backstory and THIS is the first panel we see him in. this is genuinely poetic. mike murdock wouldnt exist without first being made-up by matt (and matt pretending to be mike). we all know the story of matt losing his eye sight, he pushed a person out of the way of a van that was carrying toxic chemicals, blah blah

well. here we are yet again. except everythings flipped on its head. mike is pretending to be matt. he's jumping in front of this van to make the guys think theyve hit him so he can help rob them. he isnt saving anyone but he sure as hell is putting himself in danger. it sets the tone for his whole character. its just. yeah. this was fantastic, honestly.

2. his reaction to butch assualting hammerhead

okay so this was the moment in vol 6 that genuinely caught my complete attention. this was the moment i realized just how different and special mike was.

murdocks are known for, well, violence. jack was a boxer, he wanted matt to grow up and be nothing like him. he didnt want matt to fight only for matt to become daredevil later in life. we are led to believe there's almost this inherent violent streak to being "a murdock"

this is after a mob boss meeting, mike is watching hammerhead (a boss) from the shadows, helping butch keep track of him. he lets butch know where hammerhead is. butch proceeds to threaten hammerhead, bash his head into a car, yell at him, then gouge one of his eyes out.

and, well. this was mike's reaction.

this is the first time we are given a glimpse of mike's morals, his values. besides how much he cares for the people close to him, we find out he has an aversion to violence. he's a career criminal, i'm not saying he doesnt know how to throw a punch, but he goes out of his way to avoid it.

he's repeatedly shown to be a voice of reason, a mediator, and every time a violent solution is brought up, he immediately protests and wants to figure out a different way. that's fascinating to me.

he's breaking the mold of being "a murdock" in the most unexpected way. we think he must be so much like jack to so easily get involved in crime (with even jack saying so himself), but here we are shown that's wrong.

i wish we could've gotten his and butch's convo directly after this. also, another thing, mike's reaction to people he cares about doing something he doesnt approve of isn't to get angry, it's to worry. which, again. fascinating. admirable, even.

when he finds out matt's "in rehab" he's worried, and yeah a little angry, but mostly concerned for his brother. even after this incident, we are seen mike being very worried later. he's concerned for butch's mental state and wants to stop him from making any rash decisions (ie killing someone)

but, yeah. sorry for the damn essay (and heres another) anyways

trying to save wilson fisk from being assassinated

christs sake hes so fucking gorgeous. also ignore matt being an asshole here because that's all he ever did when mike was around.

this was another very interesting moment in which we see mike's strong morals on full display. we are repeatedly told mike isn't the kind of person to be trusted, he doesnt take things seriously, he's morally ambiguous yada yada. and yet.

as soon as he finds out butch is planning to maybe (which he later find out he's correct about) put a hit on wilson fisk, wilson fuckin fisk, he wants to stop it. mike is under the impression that killing someone is not a line you can cross and come back from. he's deeply concerned about the path his friend is headed down.

In this scene, he's coming to visit foggy in the hospital to talk to him about maybe getting butch out of jail while also hoping to catch daredevil there. he does, obviously.

his full intention is to team up with daredevil to try and take fisk down. mike thinks if he can take fisk down it'll stop butch from trying to kill him.

him going to daredevil also shows his ability to extend his compassion to others. he has no fuckin reason to trust daredevil. daredevil has done nothing but insult mike, yell and argue with him, and even rough him up a couple of times. and still, mike decides to reach out because he knows daredevil is supposed to be a good guy. he also knows daredevil is supposed to be matt's close friend.

he brings it up more than once that the reason he trusts daredevil is because of matt being his friend (despite mike and matt supposedly not being close).

so, yeah, i got a little off-topic, but that's why i love this scene so much. it shows not only how deeply mike cares for people, but also his compassion and aversion to violence. he's trying to take care of his best friend and trust daredevil despite their differences. he's showing how good of a person he is and how dedicated he is to his cause of a "bloodless" coup.

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if you made it this far fuckin THANKS, mike is my favoritest most specialist boy lmao and this turned into a character study high key but im not mad about it

[chocosweets]

Request filled for @subarublue 💞🧁

Can I request a short and sweet little fluffy one shot (or just headcanons if a one shot is too much) where maybe Dante (Devil May Cry 5) first begins to realize he’s putting on some weight and feels a little self conscious about it? But he tries to hide it and blow it off like it’s nothing? But Reader notices the weight and his insecurities and lets him know they find him attractive no matter what?

Word Count: 1,416

Dante/Reader, SFW

Tags: Established Relationship, Post-DMC5, DMC5 Spoilers, Weight Gain, Weight Issues, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Insecurity, Affection, Cuddling & Snuggling

Enjoy, Eclair 🍩

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Squish, squish.

Dante inspected his reflection carefully in the yellowed bathroom mirror as he changed out of his bloodied shirt, fresh after a long job. He prodded his bare flesh and watched as it squished incessantly.

His brows knitted as he continued to test the buoyancy—to see if it actually jiggled. The part of his body in question laid at the bottom of his stomach, underneath his six pack. The smallest bit of flab rounded into a little pouch that was soft to the touch, not hard and well-built like the rest of his muscles.

It was barely noticeable (unless someone pointed it out or felt it carefully), and truthfully he himself hadn’t noticed for all these months—until he’d done a particularly elaborate jump while fighting today and his shirt had scrunched up oddly as he soared and landed. And, well, as Nero has so eloquently put it: Ha! Look at that, the old man’s finally gettin’ fucking chubby!

There had been the usual light-hearted quips thrown back at his nephew, but when he got home he thought he ought to check it out for himself. The last row of his abs was beginning to fade into soft fat, and when he exhaled, the fat at his lower stomach hung over in a small curve below his belly button, brushing against the cool metal of his belt buckle lightly. There was a good portion of it that he could grab with his palm laying against the skin. He groaned a little to himself. Didn't his demonic metabolism usually prevent this sort of thing, as it had for the better part of thirty years?

What a pain. Dante pooled the weak faucet water in his hands and splashed the cool water onto his face. Maybe the kid had been right—and maybe he should lay off the pizza until that bump in his clothes stopped being visible.

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For the seventh day in a row, you had stopped by the office without seeing any new pizza boxes strewn around the floor.

In fact, it wasn't only that, because you could've easily chalked it up to Lady or Trish—or quite possibly even Vergil, since he almost technically lived at Devil may Cry nowadays—forcing Dante to clean up his filth after the piles and odor had gotten unbearable. Except, it had also been seven days without interrupting him during a meal, or seeing him order any, or of you even smelling the aftermath of the steamy delicacy that still lingered in the air. You had only seen him eat sandwiches for lunch or snack on potato chips during the day, and occasionally pour himself bowls of cereal when you two watched TV late into the night.

Something was definitely up, but what it was, you didn't know. His behavior was mostly the same otherwise and he hadn't been drinking lately either, so you knew he hadn't slipped into another depressive episode or anything similar to that. You were thankful for that, at least, but the fact that he'd been abstaining from his precious pizza and declining all your offers of going out for an ice cream date for a whole week was certainly suspicious.

"Hey, baby." Dante sat up further in his chair when he saw you enter. That same cute smile of his was on his face, but he didn't look as peppy and carefree as usual. "What's cookin', good lookin'?"

Still, you grinned back and waved as you walked toward him. "Nothing much—except for visiting this sexy demon hunter I know."

"Oh yeah?" he goaded back playfully, shifting to face you in his seat as you made your way onto his side of the desk. "Have I met him before?"

"Don't think so," you huffed out between a laugh, and as you said it Dante brought himself up and closer to you—pulling you down into a quick kiss before sitting back down.

You looked around the place nonchalantly as you pulled a chair up for yourself in front of the desk, noting the lack of boxes again. A typical cola and magazine laid on his desktop, but there were still no stray slices of pizza or empty sundae glasses.

When you settled down in your seat, you cleared your throat, and he looked at you expectantly. "So, I guess you haven't had dinner yet? We should order some pizza and eat it over a movie."

Straight to the point, not wasting any time.

You swore he bit his bottom lip guiltily at the mention of his favorite food, and that his eyes lit up brighter than stars. He opened his mouth, though, about to respond, when—his stomach grumbled accordingly, as if pleading for some delicious, gooey pizza, making his eyes widen a fraction in embarrassment.

He laughed awkwardly. "Jeez, is it that obvious?"

"Dante." You gave him a knowing, but gentle look, and he groaned, as if realizing then that there was no point in denying it.

"Fine, I'll fess up." A sigh came out, and then he leaned forward on his desk. "I've just been dieting a little. It's no big deal."

"Dieting?" Your eyebrows creased more in concern than confusion.

"Yeah, aren't you proud of little ol' me? You're always saying I eat too much junk food." But then your brow raised at the obviously poor excuse, knowing that just your nagging alone wouldn't be enough to stop him from indulging. You stared further—and he relented with a sigh. "And, well— Figured it wouldn't look very good to clients if I was too...chubby."

That was putting it lightly, considering that even though he'd quit the pizza and ice cream, he was still devouring just as much food in a day. You could spot the beginning of a squishy-firm beer belly under his clothes when he leaned over and pressed into it like this. Dante picked up his can of soda to sip so he could avoid your gaze.

"That's all?" you asked, careful not to be too accusatory. There was an even more underlying reason here. He would tell you in time when he was ready, and you didn't want to push him too far at once. You reached over, still, and put your hand on his free one. (It made him tense up a little.)

"Yes," he insisted with his voice in a quick hiss. "What's wrong with me trying to slim down a little? I'm gettin' old, you know."

"Th-There's nothing wrong with it!" Damn, this seemed like a touchy subject to approach. So, you pulled out your most convincing voice. "And, well—to be honest, I didn't think you had put on all that much weight."

"Really? You don't think so?" He said it in a sarcastic deadpan, patting his soft lower belly for emphasis and leaning back into his chair. There, you were at least finally getting closer to his real feelings. You stood up and went back to his side of the desk, crouching to eye-level. You looked at him sweetly with a smile, and he seemed to melt. Dante crossed his arms over his chest and looked away almost bashfully when he said, "...Didn't think you'd like me letting myself go and all."

"Awww, don't be all pouty~" You leaned forward to pull him into a hug, holding him close. Your chest pressed to his, and you nuzzled his face with your cheek. "I don't mind if you're nice and soft, really. You're still handsome." He mumbled something under his breath, and you giggled again. "...And you're just too cute when you're pouty like this."

That got a little chuckle out of him, and he pressed a kiss to your neck. "I get it, I get it. No more grumpy Dante tonight, I promise." He relaxed with a sigh and ran his fingers through your hair. It was quiet for a moment. "But you meant all that?"

"Of course! Whether you're a little chubby, or in your devil form, or anything—you're still my Dante no matter what."

The man in question seemed to consider that, and then he shifted to embrace you back fully, nearly crushing you with his heavy grip. "Huh… That's pretty wholesome, babe."

You couldn't help but lift your head up and kiss his cheek as you giggled. "So, pizza?"

"Only if you let me take you on that ice cream date you've been wanting."

"Deal."

You held your hand out, and Dante shook it with gusto.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

"Morning, love"

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Warnings: Again, not for the weak hearted when it comes to fluff.

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The sun peeked over the horizon, signalling that it was morning. Yawning and stretching, you slowly open your eyes; rubbing away the sleep.

After about ten seconds the room starts coming into view and you feel someone's arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

You smile sleepily as you glance over to your right; where he's snuggled up into your side, breathing steadily, his arms wrapped around you like he's scared if he let's go you'll just fly away. You gently rub his arm and whisper his name. He doesn't move a muscle so you speak a little louder.

"Hey, baby I gotta pee. Move your arms for just a second....hey, come on."

Your voice is still a little groggy from the slumber you just woke up from. You were exhausted, and just wanted to sleep.....

Nope..

You had to pee and you had to pee now.

You pushed at his arms again repeating his name a few more times, a little louder than before. Eventually he groans and releases his tight hold on you. Just in time too, because you have barely enough time to kiss his forehead then sprint to the bathroom before you almost pee your pants.

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Washing your hands you look into the mirror and sigh. Ugh. Your bed head is bad today. You grab a ponytail and pull it into a messy bun before you grab your toothbrush.

Yes, you were tired, but you felt like you couldn't fall back asleep right now even if you tried. Might as well make some breakfast since you were up earlier than usual.

You tiptoe back to the bed after brushing your teeth. Grabbing your phone from the side table and PJ shorts from the side of the bed, you hold back a giggle from how cute your sweet boy looked curled up on the bed hugging a pillow tightly, trying to recreate your presence in the big bed. Then you quietly make your way out of the room and softly shut the door. Pulling on your PJ shorts under his giant t-shirt hat you stole last week, you had discarded your shorts last night since it wasn't as cold as you'd thought it'd be, you make your way into the small kitchen.

"oh, oh, oh oh. Hmm, hmm, mmmhmmm~~"

You hum to one of your favorite songs by none other than BTS, as you gather together ingredients for pancakes.

"You can't stop me lovin myself~"

The darned song was stuck in your head, but he always got embarrassed when you sang his songs, so you tried to keep quiet while humming. You usually played his band's songs when he wasn't home; blasting the new and old hits and singing along as best you could, not to mention attempting to do the dances. You'd gotten pretty good, but you wouldn't dare let him see you jam out to his songs, either he'd make fun of you, get cocky, or it'd just be awkward for the both of you.

Little did you know he's actually caught you before when you had no idea he had gotten home.

It was only a few days ago when he first saw you singing and dancing your heart out to BTS' hit song Mic Drop, while you were cleaning up the bedroom.

He almost announced himself as being home, when he heard Mic Drop playing from the back. He snuck down the hall and peeked into the slightly open door to the bedroom.

You were attempting to rap Yoongi's part and were bouncing up and down while you tried to fold the laundry at the same time.

He put his hand over his mouth to muffle his surprised and pleased giggle. He wouldn't tell you he was there, he just stood there and watched you with a look of pure love on his face, until the song ended. Then you turned around to put the clothes away and his heart jumped to his throat.

He quietly hurried back down the hall and loudly opened and closed the front door, shouting that he was home. The music paused so quickly that he couldn't help but giggle. Then you ran out to greet him.

He was planning on catching you again someday, he didn't want you to know, but he thought it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

Finally you gather up everything you need and start mixing the ingredients together, humming a new song quietly.

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He was starting to wake up, noticing that your warm body wasn't next to his. He realized a second after he squinted his eyes open, that he was holding a pillow, not you. Getting up slowly he looked sleepily around the room for you while he rubbed his tired eyes. When he saw you weren't there he got up and went to the bathroom. After he came back out he heard a small noise coming from the kitchen.

He tied his sweatpants strings and walked out to the kitchen. Seeing you standing in the kitchen in your PJ shorts and one of his giant t-shirts, muttering to the pancakes you were cooking, he smiled and walked up behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and you gasped lightly and your hand flew up to your heart.

"Morning, love." He whispered.

"Oh my goodness, you almost gave me a heart attack. Please don't do that! You could've made me mess up the pancakes I've worked so hard on!" You gesture at the stove where you had (thankfully) just poured more batter for another pancake into the pan on the stove, before he'd scared the daylights out of you.

You pouted at the pancakes when you heard him chuckle at you, but you couldn't help but smile a second after, of course you weren't really upset with him.

He nuzzled his head into your shoulder and whispered sleepily in his hoarse morning voice, "sorry baby, I just love it when you cook breakfast and I missed you." You feel his little pout when he adds that last part about missing you.

You giggle and turn around in his grasp, moving you two a little ways away from the hot stove, so you could take his face in your hands. "Good morning to you too, you little baby." You kiss his pout away and then he smiles at you brightly.

You cross your arms and give him a joking glare, "I thought you loved me, not when I cook you food, but oh well, I guess I'll just have to live with the fact that you only care for my delicious food. I mean, of course that hurts me to know you couldn't care less about me....." You go on dramatically, acting like you're offended until he cuts you off by grabbing your face and kissing you right on the mouth.

You gasp in surprise and he holds your face in his big hands, squishing your cheeks.

"Oh love, you know I didn't mean it like that~"

"Then, what did you mean exact-"

"I meant~"

He kissed your left cheek.

"That I love it."

Your right cheek.

"When you're,"

A kiss on your nose.

"cooking, the food, which means,"

A final kiss on your lips.

"that I love watching you concentrate on mixing and pouring, your cute eyebrows creasing when you cook the food, and how you always manage to get flour on your face." He boops your nose as you two laugh, then he wipes at your nose and cheeks to get rid of the flour that settled there.

"I do love your food though, you're the best cook ever."

You roll your eyes and swat at him playfully before turning back to the stove.

"Make yourself useful won't you? I haven't started the bacon yet. Take the cookie sheet out of the oven and put the bacon on it, then put it back in. Please~"

He looks at you quizzically, then opens the oven to grab the cookie sheet out of it, when you holler at him to stop. He jumps back up and looks at you, wide-eyed and clearly confused. If he wasn't awake before, he was definitely awake now, his heart was pounding in his ears.

"What?? What's the matter??"

You sigh, "the oven is on baby, you have to be careful! Don't you feel the heat coming from it? Grab an oven mitt then take it out, you dork."

He looks at you like you're the insane one, "why the heck is the oven on with an empty cookie sheet in it??"

You laugh as you realize he was never awake when you made bacon multiple times before. So you explain it to him so he understands as he carefully puts on an oven mitt and takes the cookie sheet out of the oven.

"Hot pan, cold oil, no stick." You say simply.

"...what?" He looks completely lost but still opens the bacon up and starts lining it up on the hot cookie sheet.

"My mom taught me that, if you have a hot pan and cold oil, then the meat won't stick to the pan. So, heat up the cookie sheet, put the cold bacon on it, then cook it and it won't be stuck when it comes out of the oven." You smile proudly while he nods slowly, everything making more sense now.

"Oh, that, that's smart actually."

"Didn't you ever wonder how my bacon was so perfect?"

He finishes putting the bacon in the oven then looks around the kitchen and scratches the back of his neck. You laugh and assure him,

"I'm kidding baby, I know you just eat the food, not inspect it."

He smiles and hugs you again.

"I love you Y/N, thank you for making breakfast."

"Of course baby, you know I enjoy it, and I love you too H/N." You say as you hug him back and he sighs contentedly.

After you finish up the pancakes and he (carefully this time) takes the bacon out of the oven, he marvels over your mom's cooking hack when the bacon comes off the sheet cleanly.

You two set the table and pile up your plates, then sit down to eat. Today was his day off so you guys could do whatever you wanted. So, you planned out your day over breakfast, barely able to contain your excitement from getting to be with him the whole day. He was bouncing slightly up and down in his chair as you two talked, so you could tell he was just as excited to be spending the day with you.

He laughed along with you as you told him your crazy dream from the night before and you cracked up when he told you how one of the members pranked another yesterday. Today was gonna be great, you could feel it.

And at this moment in time, you couldn't be happier.