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Hiya! I'm a 25+F looking for other 21+ writers over Discord for a Daredevil roleplay.

I’m looking for someone to write Benjamin ‘Dex’ Poindexter against either Karen Page or a female OC of mine.

OR

I'm looking for someone to write Matt Murdock against my Benjamin 'Dex' Poindexter.

OR

I'm looking for someone to write Matt Murdock against my female oc.

I would prefer this to be MCU-based, as I don’t have any knowledge of the Daredevil comics. All characters will be 18+. I don't double.

I would like something rather dark and bloody, a story we can sink our teeth into. I love slow build, angst, and tension. Smut and dead dove elements are very much welcome, though I’m looking for a fairly even ratio between plot and smut.

KHONSHU open

“I sense sadness in you, worm. Sadness that can be cured;; “

open || to anyone

“    i’m not really a … sexual person.    ”    he’s awkward, and his hands are increasingly restless.     “    sorry-    ”    he breathes with a laugh.    “    that’s the first time i’ve said it out loud. it’s called - it’s called being ace ?? asexual ?? have you heard of it before ??    ”

open starter //

“    y’know, i never thought i’d be saying this. but i– i miss marc and jake.    ”     they had been quiet for a while, probably buried in a blackout, and whilst neither of them had methods to steven’s taste, it had been rough going through that without them. he was bruised, a little bit breathless, and he was fairly certain he had a concussion. and maybe a twisted ankle. eh. he’d be fine !! his bed was soft. that was the main thing. soft bed. could just … fall asleep. here. yeah. good plan.

it doesn’t take a genius to work out what she was getting at. and marc’s immediate reaction was no. he wouldn’t subject anyone to khonshu, if he could help it. one of the few things that harrow is right on is that he’s abusive. and the only thing that seemed worse than khonshu having control over him, aside from layla, was khonshu making someone like daisy his avatar. the answer was no. although …

“    it’s not my decision, and if it was, i wouldn’t put you through that.    ”     and this is typical marc. protecting the people around him, even if it meant a bit of self sacrifice.     “     look, i appreciate it, daisy, but i know how khonshu works. okay ?? i’m the best person for the job. let’s stop ammit, then we can figure all of this out after. sound like a deal ??    ”

daisy doesn’t like it, but she doesn’t see any other way, either. and who knows? there’s nothing saying khonshu won’t honor the deal. that he won’t leave marc and steven alone so they can figure out their life together, without a god of vengeance getting in the way. so after a moment daisy nods, flexing her fingers at her side.

“fine. but if that pigeon gets any kind of idea about double-crossing you? he’ll have to deal with me.” somehow. even though she can’t hear khonshu, or see him. one way or another, she’ll make sure he regrets thinking he can pull one over on marc.

“    weighing all of this up to the lives of millions that will end if arthur harrow gets his way ?? it’s a no brainer.    ”     and whatever advantage khonshu had on him, whatever he was saying about layla, or however much marc owes his life to him, he knew that ammit was worse. and this was his choice to at least hang on until all this shit wasn’t an issue anymore.

the problem is that she knows marc is right; they can’t let harrow release ammit. it’ll be judgement on a catastrophic scale, the kind of thing daisy joined shield to stop. but the idea of a god having such control over marc, over steven, doesn’t sit right with her, either.

@rebellmade​ cont. from here

“    there’s a lot more at stake here than just me. alright ?? once we handle what’s going on with ammit, he’ll move on. that’s it, that’s the deal. but right now, we need him. and he needs us.     ”

open starter //

“    i owe khonshu my life, i’m not just going to turn my back on him. you got that ??     ”

marc. there’s that name again. the name he’s heard before, and not in the nice way. why do people keep calling him that ?? specifically, why is a person with a gun who had just caused a fucking crash behind him, calling him that ?? bloody hell, this was – this was insane. he shakes his head; a delayed response as he glances, briefly, over to her … but he mostly focuses on the road. all things considered, he’s doing a pretty good job. 

“    i’m– i’m not marc, why are you calling me that ?? i’m steven. steven.    ”    emphasis on the V.     “    who are you ?? ‘cuz at the moment, right, you might seem really epic and that, but you’re just a stranger with a gun in my car. my– not my car. this isn’t even my car. and i can’t drive—- i’ve only had three lessons and quite frankly, the instructor was an arsehole who didn’t know what he was doin’. so if you could – maybe tell me what the hell is going on, that’d be really great !! yeah ??  ”

“     daisy, if you’re offering me food, i’ll take anything. the whole … moon knight shit really takes it outta you.    ”     and he’s not wrong. the power may come from khonshu, but in mental exhaustion alone, putting up with the god is enough to earn something. anything daisy can throw at him, food wise, is appreciated.

“leftovers it is.” she gives him what she hopes is a cheery smile (and not a grimace) before standing and moving over to her fridge. digging out the styrafoam boxes filled with lo mein and rice, daisy sticks them in the microwave to warm up. after a moment she grabs two glasses from her cabinet, and a bottle filled with amber liquid. she pours them each a finger or two, and hands one of the glasses to marc.

@rebellmade​ asked:  “ i’m here, i promise . ” (to marc from daisy via rebellmade bc HE NEEDS LOVE) || meme

and he laughs. not at her. it’s mostly … out of relief. he misses layla, and frenchie. he even misses steven. even if their life were intertwined, it’s not like they have a good relationship. not yet, at least.       “    thanks. thanks, i uh. i needed to hear that.    ”

closed starter / bucky for @rebellmade​ (daisy)!

His mission isn’t too complicated, but it’s DIFFERENT than what it is most of the time. He’s used to shoot his target, to kill them, then to disappear. He’s a ghost. That’s why they keep saying to the soldier. He knows nothing of who he once was. He has flashes sometimes, of course, but it never lasts. Maybe they experiment on him; he can’t be sure, and he can’t say he cares. He’s a weapon to Hydra. It’s his purpose.

However, this time, he’s not here to kill. He’s here to catch someone, to bring her to Hydra. He doesn’t know why; he doesn’t know what makes this girl so special. But he doesn’t have to know that. They never give him much information.

For now, he’s just waiting for her to show up.

“    shit, yeah. yeah, i’ll just– drive this really nice bloody care away from the other nice bloody cars that are chasing us and is that a gun, you have a gun ?? why do you have a gun ??   ”    and she fires that gun and steven makes noises that sound a lot like words, but aren’t really. what the hell was happening ?? he takes in the knowledge that he had with that one pillock of a driving instructor and manages to keep the car at the same speed, and somewhat stable. miraculously.    “   i would really like it if you explained— something- anything. and maybe-- stop trying to kill people !!    ”

@rebellmade​ cont. from here

“    handled ?? how in the hell is this situation handle-able ?!    ”    he doesn’t know what’s going on, and he grips the wheel. luckily enough, he’s had enough (albeit crappy) lessons. enough to know how hopefully not to crash the damn car.    “    how did we get here; who are you ??    ”