indie portrayal of marvel's matthew murdock, aka daredevil. piloted by @scriptio-continua (k, she/they, 31, est). fairly selective, medium activity, and mutuals only.

based heavily on the bendis/brubaker comic runs. oc friendly and always open to non-canon aus.

please check carrd before following. rules and triggers are there.

mature themes, 21+ only. minors DNI plz

❛❛ Life would go out in a 'fraction of a second' (that was the phrase), but all night he had been realizing that time depends on clocks and the passage of light. There were no clocks and the light wouldn't change. Nobody really knew how long a second of pain could be. It might last a whole purgatory—or for ever. ❜❜ ― Graham Greene, The Power and the Glory

❛❛ To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's. In the first case you are a man, in the second you're no better than a bird. Truth won't escape you, but life can be cramped. There have been examples. And what are we doing now? In science, development, thought, invention, ideals, aims, liberalism, judgment, experience and everything, everything, everything, we are still in the preparatory class at school. We prefer to live on other people's ideas, it's what we are used to! Am I right, am I right? ❜❜ ― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

PROMPTS | INSPO | DRABBLES | OPENS | PINTEREST | PLAYLIST | WIKI

A STUDY IN: punishment as permission. gracelessness. being conscripted but refusing discharge. the body as a machine for converting pain into meaning.

THREE!! kate u spoil me <3

i really want a thread inside rykers, in the space between matt getting thrown into Cell Block D and before Foggy gets stabbed. It's literally, like, two pages in the comics, but the idea of playing out those weeks where Matt is pretending to just be a Regular Blind Guy and white-knuckling the sensory overwhelm and slowly destroying his self-respect by letting himself get targeted by the other guys in D (you know, the ones HE put in jail) to appear innocent is SOOO juicy for any type of dynamic, really. i'm especially open to ocs/characters being stuck in rykers with him.

60's era daredevil; he's a highly prominent lawyer, on retainer by the fantastic four, helps them fight crime from time to time. idk what the plot here would be, but i want to write matt murdock attending sue and reed's wedding. (i absolutely could see his dumb ass paying for/inviting someone to be a fake s/o to attend the wedding with him.) in canon this is in the middle of the weird fake-twin love quadrangle between he, himself, foggy, and karen, so that is something, too!!

i REALLY want to ship him with someone permanently invisible. i had a version of julia (@memoriiesreturn mention!!!) who had been born a mutant, but the mutation is literally just. 24/7 invisibility. it fucks up the psyche to be invisible. and then they meet the only person in nyc who knows they're there. incredible. i LOVE the blind/invisible dynamic.

Matt has been in this Godforsaken apartment for a month. Karen has been here for a week. It's not really his—Fisk had made sure of that. No, his apartment had been blown up sometime between his bankruptcy and his disbarment.

He's not entirely sure why he let Karen come back.

That's a lie.

He let Karen come back because Matt Murdock is a man who forgives, for better or worse.

So, here they are. In a shitty, half-furnished apartment in a name that isn't his in a neighborhood that's been his since he was born, and the woman he shouldn't love but still does quietly dressing behind him at ten o'clock in the morning, because she had insisted on coming with him to talk to the cop who'd lied about him under oath, and he is the type of man who says yes when a woman makes those eyes.

And then he feels the air shift.

The first tell—and Matt hates himself for reading her tells—is the heartrate. Elevated. Her breath is careful as she approaches. Like she's testing something. In a courtroom, he'd call it premeditated.

The second tell is the warmth. Air displacing, cooling his face, and then body heat, and the scent of her, which is disarming enough to throw him off, because every person in the world has a sensory thumbprint to him; heat and scent, and hers is one he knows better than anyone's.

Her hands arrive on the placket of his shirt, gentle, and for some reason he can't immediately articulate, gentle feels cruel right now. Her nails catch against skin under the fabric, so slight she wouldn't even feel it herself.

She doesn't say a word, but he can feel her eyes on him, and for a moment, Matt's guard is just gone. It's warm and familiar and in his mind, he feels his hands searching for the prosecution he'd been aiming at her all week and he simply can't find it. He leans into the touch like he's coming up for air, because the five seconds of contact push the loneliness away and, Christ, the wanting feels better than anything he'd felt in the last year.

And then his fingers find purchase and it crashes back into him. These are the hands that gave his name to Fisk.

She tugs the placket straight. His jaw clicks as he fights the roiling combination of feelings that threaten the delicate equilibrium they'd maintained this week.

These are the hands that gave him everything. That made him lose everything.

"Karen," he says, his voice coming out quieter than he means, and the sound is like gravel in his throat. "We should move. Manolis expects us at eleven."

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listens to slime ASMR videos

1) yeah i think this is true especially in the house. fuzzy slippers = more consistent, reliable texture. maybe socks + slippers.

2) ................verse