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seraph-draws-stuff · 9 months ago
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What a charming and not dangerous man
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endersketch · 11 months ago
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POV you do 4 different icons at 4 different times of the same man.
Thank you @falcatrecon for commissioning me icons for their boys! Im actively making out with google.
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jimsandfruit · 7 months ago
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Art dump bc I keep forgetting to update!!!
1. Lethal Company goofs
2 and 3. Experimenting with digital doodles
4. Mermaid Murdock. MERdock. I'm very funny.
5. A continuation of my band AU
6. A continuation of my BMC au with Bing as Micheal
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ghiertor-the-gigapeen · 2 years ago
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cheezylueezy · 1 year ago
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Dark!Murdock for @celastapasta. Happy birthday 😘
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nathanielkkt · 10 months ago
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"I think that I'm gonna get murdered tonight"
I present to you, my personal favorite toxic yaoi, Bim Trimmer x Murdock
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arcade-artmachine · 8 months ago
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I got really bored and drew Murdock as a stupid horse.
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weirdmixofweirdness · 1 year ago
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I thank @ghiertor-the-gigapeen for introducing me to Yancy and Murdock being Actor's kids!
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twtangel-arts · 2 years ago
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Am I taking in the theory that Yancy and Murdock might be the sons of Actor!Mark, so that makes them brothers?
Yes I am.
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ephiesoul · 2 years ago
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Chibi Murdock request for pop up event 🖤
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writtengalaxies · 2 years ago
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Hi... may I please request some Murdock headcanons?👉👈
This is my first time requesting anything from you, but I've been reading your work for a while, and believe me when I tell you you do a phenomenal job. Your fics and headcanons are always so sweet, I almost get cavities! 😅Anyways, thanks so much for your time, and have a lovely rest of your day. -💙
HERE I AM, GONNA CRY. HECK. (I'mma call you Blue Heart Anon, if that's okay with you!)
Murdock was labeled a serial killer by the press...but he's a hitman. Hired for his particular...skills. He just also enjoys his work. >:3
He prefers knives over guns. Something about the personal nature of it all.
And when I say he enjoys, I mean he enjoys. He reads up on medical theories and a experimentation to find new and interesting ways to take someone apart.
The reason there's plastic hanging up when he does his work? It's because he's trying to be thoughtful about whoever buys the place later. Blood is a nightmare to clean out of places.
Oh and he's strong. Like, good gods, man.
He covers most of himself when doing his work because he doesn't want to be caught by an identifying mark (and you can't tell me this man isn't tattooed and scarred heavily).
He's the world's nastiest man but also the most gentle, detail oriented lover. He's living that Gomez Addams life.
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seraph-draws-stuff · 9 months ago
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one idiot and a baby
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jimsandfruit · 10 months ago
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Ego band AU! First up is Yancy, Author and Murdock. I think they'd make super energetic somewhat jazzy music, like a lot of Will Woods earlier stuff. Murdock plays Sax, Author is on drums and Yancy is on vocals, but he does the keyboard as needed.
I have a few other bands planned but I'm also open to suggestions!
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ghiertor-the-gigapeen · 1 year ago
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cw // blood
Murdoc and Alice
Partner in crime
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And both are canonically wearing heels
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ajs--writing · 5 months ago
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Wonder what's in the box...
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Murdock in disguise
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ardenwritesegos · 29 days ago
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Calm
Having a boyfriend with hypnotism powers comes with some fears. There’s always the worry of getting put under against your will. The worry that, in an instant, you will have control over yourself taken away. But when you trust someone enough, maybe that worry can go away.
It was your average 1am in the Iplier residence. This meant that Murdock was awake, sipping on a mug of tea, taking in the silence of nearly everyone else being asleep. At least he was, until Eric came knocking. He knew it was Eric from the five, soft, quick taps on the door. He was typically asleep at this hour. If Eric was awake and coming to Murdock, something had to be wrong.
Murdock softly opened the door, finding a sobbing, heaving mess behind it.
It was bad, really bad this time.
“What’s the matter?” The murderer was just going to cut to the chase. Asking if he was okay was pointless in this situation. He already knew the answer.
“I…” Eric blubbered, barely able to get words out. He took a small breath before continuing.
“I had another nightmare,” this was a common occurrence when it came to Eric. With a dad as overall horrible as Derek, you couldn’t really leave that without some trauma. For Eric, that trauma came with intense, realistic nightmares; ones that left him turning to the others for help. It wasn’t usually Murdock, though. Eric didn’t want to accidentally bump into the man without his sunglasses on. Murdock was already self-conscious about accidentally hypnotizing innocents as it was. Eric didn’t want to add to that stress.
Still, at the moment, Murdock was the only one awake. Eric had a feeling he would be awake since he had an idea about his sleep patterns and knew that they weren’t so good. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too much of a bother.
“Come in,” Murdock waved his hand, letting Eric in silently. Inside were dark purple walls, with dark wood furniture. In one of those pieces of furniture—the shelves—leaned glass boxes of collectible knives. Next to his bed sat a wheeled tray of tea, including a kettle plugged into an outlet.
“Would you like some Sleepytime tea?” Murdock offered, gesturing to the makeshift tea set.
“It may help calm you down,” the murderer didn’t know much else to do. He wasn’t the comforting sort, at least not usually. He spent his time singing abusers and traffickers to their deaths. That didn’t make for a warm heart, but for Eric, he would try.
Eric nodded his head timidly. Murdock grabbed a mug and poured hot water in. The kettle was already heated up, after all. The killer grabbed his box of nighttime herbal tea and placed a bag of it into the cup.
“You can sit down if you’d like,” Murdock pointed to his bed with a thick, royal purple comforter. Eric gently sat down on the fluffy bed as the murderer handed him his tea and sat next to him on the bed.
“Would you like to talk about it?” Eric shook his head quickly, sniffling his nose. He was shaking, like a child who wondered why his parents hit him. That was close enough to the truth. How could Murdock possibly comfort him like this?
Murdock got a spur of the moment idea, one that Eric probably wouldn’t like.
“I can…” Murdock hesitated, this seeming very manipulative as he was going over it in his head.
“Make you feel better, if you’d like,” Eric blushed, getting the complete wrong idea.
“No, no not like that,” Murdock reassured.
“My powers can calm anyone from anything,” he explained.
“But I’ll only do it if you want me to,” Eric seemed to be thinking it over for a moment.
After what felt like forever, Eric nodded. This was his partner. Why would he hurt him? After all, Murdock did avoid using his powers on everyone else, so using them like this was a big deal; something not to take lightly. He was willing to take a chance.
Murdock took off his sunglasses, eyes closed once they were off.
“On the count of three, I will open my eyes,” the murderer prepared Eric. He knew how much his partner needed preparation. Hell, anyone would need to be prepared for this.
“One…” the killer’s voice went low and deep.
“Two…three,” Murdock’s eyelids slowly went up. In an instant, Eric was captivated by the swirling purple and black in his eyes. It went in the same direction over and over and over again; perfect clockwise motion. He couldn’t think of much else, his nightmare fading into the background.
“Your body is still,” his voice was soft, warm…Eric wanted to wrap it around him like a blanket. Eric’s body all at once stopped shaking.
“Your mind is quiet,” all remaining worries faded away like they never existed. Eric was being made numb, but it wasn’t a cold, empty numbness. It was one full of care and love. He wasn’t a toy, he wasn’t a puppet. The spiral held his soul gently in its hands. Nothing could hurt him, he was safe and sound.
Safe and sound…
Safe…
Sound…
No other sounds, but him and—
His still body contradicted with his pulsing heart.
“Your breaths are even, your heart is steady,” All at once, the oversight was corrected. Eric found himself taking deep, comforting breaths. With each one, his pulse became steadier, less consuming. He was completely sheltered, wrapped in an embrace he never wanted to leave.
“You are tired,” Murdock’s words became gradually slower.
“It’s late…you need rest,” the murderer’s voice went as low as it could go.
He was right. Eric was having trouble keeping his eyes open, eyelids drifting down…down…down…
“When you hear a snap, you will fall asleep,” the guiding voice was nearly a whisper.
“It will be deep and dreamless,” what a relief.
Deep…
Dreamless…
He could finally be at peace.
He waited patiently for the echoing crack that would announce his rest. It felt like an eternity; a blissful, serene eternity, until—
The snapping of fingers next to his right ear. He could almost hear it echo before he fell on his back and his vision went black.
There he was.
Eric Derekson, laying on the end of Murdock’s bed like a puppy, calmer than he’d ever been in his existence. The killer’s mouth curved upwards. They wouldn’t make a habit of it. Murdock knew, after all, how it could become an addiction. He would reserve it for emergencies such as these.
For now, Murdock had two cups of tea to finish.
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