#ALTARBOV: independent & private MATT MURDOCK aka DAREDEVIL from marvel comics / marvel studios. separate verses are available for either interpretation, which are mostly canon-compliant, but still feature some divergencies. check carrd if you'd like to know more. please specify which verse you'd prefer.
LINKS . carrd . prompts . headcanons
Life isn't fair. When I was a boy, I did something good, and I was struck blind as a reward. But there are compensations. My other senses were magnified to superhuman levels. I could "see" all around me with a virtual radar. I grew up using those gifts to become lawyer by day and crimebuster by night, all to help balance the scales in an unjust world.
comic / 616 verse: primarily based on and set during daredevil (2011)
mcu verse: canon compliant with daredevil (2015) and daredevil: born again (2025)
defended by liam ( he / him ) | 21+ | mid-low activity
GENERAL. basic rp etiquette applies: don’t control my muse in any major ways or without talking to me first; don’t assume things about my matt and their characterization; and generally, be nice. any hate sent to my inbox will be promptly ignored and deleted, any hate towards me, my rp partners or characters that i write will mean an immediate unfollow. i don't engage in callout culture and drama in any way (steer right clear of it as a matter of fact). i keep an eye out for more serious things, but overall, i'm here to relax and not get stressed about other people.
ACTIVITY. may be spotty at times as i can go through periods where i don't feel like writing much. i'm always lurking and keeping an eye on my notifications, so even if i haven't posted anything in a while, feel free to shoot me a message.
REPLIES, MEMES & THINGS. usually, when i'm around, i like dedicating my time to draft rather than memes, which is why i don't often reblog them. if you're new and just want to break the ice, though, feel free to grab something from the meme tag to send my way as they don't really have an expiration date. usually, when sending or receiving memes, i expect them to be turned into threads, but it's not mandatory.
FOLLOWING. crossovers and ocs are more than welcome, as long as there's an easy way for our characters to interact. i don't have aus for matt just on the ready as i prefer plotting them out with a partner first, so i might not follow you back if i don't see a way for our characters to interact. if you have any ideas, feel free to message me. this blog is duplicate friendly. i love matt in almost every iteration, so i'm always open to interacting with other matt muses, whether it's writing or just exchanging headcanons and such. seriously, i'm not kidding when i say i'm a huge daredevil nerd i love this stupid man so much. additionally, i have a secret mike murdock muse on this blog who would love to annoy his twin brother, i'm just saying.
SHIPPING. yes. but in all seriousness, it's no exaggeration to say i'll ship matt with pretty much anyone. obviously chemistry will always play a role there, but matt is flirty and falls in love very easily. just shoot me a message and we can get talking.
NSFW. i'm very unlikely to write it unless i know the other mun and am comfortable with them, but it may happen once in a blue moon. in that case it'll be tagged accordingly and etc. i'm okay with discussing nsfw headcanons though. let's just not make it 99% of our ooc interactions.
TRIGGERS. i do my best to tag them accordingly. i do read everyone's rules before following and again before interacting, but something may occasionally slip my mind. if you need something tagged and i failed to do so, please send me a message and i'll fix it asap. i don't have any triggers myself. at most a deep hatred of chip zdarsky's daredevil run which will become a full on rant if you ask me about it.
CREDITS. all icons and graphics seen on this blog are made by me unless stated otherwise. the only exception as of writing this is the psd i use, which was made by jaynedits. any artwork on this blog is not made by me unless stated otherwise. any graphics made with comic book art will be official art from a comic or cover. credit goes to their original artists.
ABOUT THE MUN. i’m liam (he/him), i’ve been rping on tumblr for 12+ years, most of which has been dedicated to writing matt/dd. i’m a massive daredevil nerd, so if you want a shortcut to being friends, just come yell at me about anything dd related. movie, show, comics, i guarantee i’ll match your energy. beyond that, just generally be nice and we can be friends in no time. discord is open for ic and ooc purposes. just shoot me a message if you want my username.
𝕳𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝐤𝖊 𝖆 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖆𝖙 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝐲 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖗, a shadow in the back of his mind. Her heart beats, lub dub, slow and calm, just loud enough for him to hear and draw him to where she sat perched. She did not adorn red, not today. Instead, she came as Elektra the mourner, not the assassin. Tips of boots kiss the lip of the rooftop, dancing between solid ground and freefall. She enjoyed the sensation, enjoyed the feel of the rush of uncertainty, like everything could give way at any moment. It reminded her that she was alive.
❝ I was waiting patiently for class to be dismissed. ❞ Elektra remains where she stands, still rocking gently back and forth, not wanting to turn to meet his unseeing eyes just yet. ❝ Straight to business like always, Matthew? ❞
There wasn't a way in hell he could just continue his class while he could hear her looming overheard. A lot had changed over the years, but some things will always stay the same— like the way he's drawn to the sound of her heartbeat every time, for better or worse.
"Well, you know how hectic my life can be. Besides, I'd think we're well past small talk," He answers. Truthfully, he's trained to expect the worst when she's around. There aren't many other reasons why Elektra would reach out to him of all people. "Otherwise, we'd be meeting at a coffee shop, not on a roof.
"Oh, you mean the guy you put in jail, doesn't know the fucking system? You mean I don't know what the regular schmuck gets fucked over by the prison industrial complex. Is that enough fancy words for you, college boy!" Frank throws a knife and lands in someone's head.
Thunk!
He keeps shooting and reloading. He's tired of this shit with him. He doesn't want to fucking argue. "You know how many low-level guys you fucking beat to a pulp end back up with the gangs that fucking use them? Medical bills out the ass, Red. They're drowning and these assholes take advantage of it. I'm highly aware that we're feeding a fucking monster that no one can fucking stop. Are you?"
Frank grits his teeth and just starts taking a grenade from his vest, ready to pop it. "I'm getting tired of fighting these assholes. How many are left?"
"Do you think I'm beating up any shmuck I run to to a pulp? Do you think I just throw them all in prison without a second thought, as if they're all the same? I'm not like you, Frank. I actually try to help, even after the mask comes off, which is more than anyone can say about you."
He tries to reach out to the ones that are willing, try get them to turn their lives around, get a lesser sentence. It's not perfect, and it barely works most of the time, but he has to try. It's how the law is supposed to work, and Matt needs to do what he can to steer it int he right direction, especially when Frank insists on just sending them to the morgue. He will scoff and laugh at Matt's so called optimism, but Matt doesn't care. Frank doesn't get it, and Matt doesn't expect him to.
They'll just continue to bicker and argue until one of them is dead.
The last ninja goes down, and Matt goes quiet, trying to listen for any other ones that could be hiding. "I can't hear these guys very well, so keep an eye out. Or they might get the drop on us."
" you've looked worse. " jessica's mouth thins & flattens to smother the smirk curling at one corner. she studies him, looking for any hint ( there are other eyes here, she knows, other ears listening in to their conversation that might suffocate the truth from surfacing ) that he might not be okay.
but he's ... oddly himself.
" yeah, that's your usual. sit on your hands. " a brow purls at that. there are dormant years, no devil of hell's kitchen. but, cyclically, he's back. she knows what it looks like, the prickling itch to do something. so she asks, " no borrowing of some stranger's scarf & playing dress up? "
"Well, who needs a scarf these days anyway?" He shrugs, playing it off, though he'd be lying if he said part of him isn't mourning that. Keeping that secret had been part of his life for so long that it's been difficult to fully wrap his mind around the fact that he doesn't need to hide anymore.
Not to mention the risks that came with it. In here, he's a target, but that doesn't bother him much. At least he could do something about it. Out there was what he was worried about— Karen, Kirsten, even Jess, to some degree. People who were associated with him and could easily become a target, while he couldn't do a thing about it from behind bars. He doubted any of them would appreciate the sentiment, but that didn't stop him from feeling like he'd dropped a bomb on them and then simply left them to deal with it on their own.
"How are things out there anyway?" He asked after a pause. "Is Fisk really gone?"
They're going on a date, their first since the kids were born. It had been a chaotic couple of months of sleepless nights and diaper changes, but they were both finally comfortable enough to leave the twins with Maggie for one night while they went out.
Maggie had plenty of experience with kids, having worked in an orphanage for most of her life, but that didn't stop Matt from giving her some pointers while Karen finished getting ready. All the confidence in the world, or all the experience in the world, didn't make this any less nerve-wracking after his life had revolved around the babies for so long.
The twins were already asleep while Matt and Maggie talked quietly by their cribs, and that should remain the case for most of the night. Matt smiled when he heard Karen step into the nursery to join them. "Hey, beautiful. Ready to go?"
Her eyes closed reflexively as Matt pressed a kiss to her forehead. Her arrest to release felt like years between forehead kisses, at least she'd been able to sneak a few hand holds in during the trial. "I think that sounds perfect." Before Matt could lean back, Karen hugged him tightly. "Are you okay? Mcduffie and Murdock aren't shot at as often as Daredevil."
Matt relaxed into her arms, wrapping his own around her like it had been years since he got to, rather than just a few days. Despite the circumstances, Matt had been happy to go to sleep and wake up next to Karen every day, her weight next to him, snuggled into his arms had become a comfort, one that he was well aware he'd miss if it was taken away from him, but he hadn't realized how much. "I'm alright," He assured her. "Jesica patched up my leg. It might need some restitching, but I can take care of that later." He pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against hers. "And I'm better now anyway, with you. Everything else will work itself out."
she looks at frank one last time before getting out of the vehicle, slipping the ring on her finger once more as she makes her way to matt's apartment. her heart was racing, and she knew he could hear it, so she tried to hide all those dreadful feelings she was having. after all, how do you explain to the guy that you love that the love of your life came for you the night before their wedding? because she would be lying to herself if she said she didn't love matt, but she couldn't keep playing it safe, her heart wanted what it wanted, and it didn't want him, sadly. if she went on this, it would probably make both of them miserable, and that wasn't fair for him or for her. he deserved someone who could love him for all the right reasons, not just for stability and safety.
a sigh escaped her lips as she knocked on his door. she waited, hoping he would be home, not at josie's or somewhere else out with foggy, because she couldn't delay this; it wouldn't be fair for him to wait at the altar for a bride who would never come. karen took a deep breath, trying to put all her senses in order just to delay what she had to say; once the door opened, she was greeted by a matt with a big smile, who immediately pulled her in for a kiss, and she reciprocated one last time, her fingers once more dancing around the stone of her engagement ring before she spoke those dreaded words no one wanted to hear.
❝ … matt.. we—we need to talk. ❞
Foggy was out to get some food— he insisted on spending the night at Matt's apartment to 'better fulfill his duties as best man' in the morning, as he put it. With Karen spending the last couple of nights back at her apartment, Matt didn't mind. Some company was nice to help with the nerves, and while he'd rather have his fiancée as company, Foggy was the next best thing. So, of course, he was thrilled when he heard Karen at his door and rushed to open it, a smile on his face as he pulled her into a kiss.
Something felt different as he pulled away, though. Then she spoke, and his smile dropped completely. We need to talk wasn't exactly what anyone wanted to hear in a relationship, especially the night before the wedding.
"Yeah, sure," He answered, stepping aside to let her in. He frowned as she walked past him, listening to her heart as it seemingly tried to beat out of her chest, and that scent— he recognized it very easily, but he refused to get stuck on that. Not tonight.
Matt waited, every second stretching on for what felt like hours, before he finally decided to break the silence, making his way over to her and taking her hands in his.
"I didn't fucking pick it out. Micro gave it to me!" Frank snapped at him, losing his temper.
"I'm not doing this with you."
He started walking away from him, knowing damn well an argument is brewing and Matt is stirring shit up so he can get it. "You know what, Red" he turns on his heel to look at him. "I'm not arguing with you. I'm fucking tired of it. Get someone else to be your fucking debate buddy, because I'm not doing it."
"Arguing?! Who's arguing?" Matt asks innocently. "This is called taking an interest in your life, Frank. Perhaps you've heard of it? But okay, if the mask is such a sensitive subject, I'll shut up," He shrugs holding up his hands in surrender, just barely containing a smile.
A few moments go by before Matt finally spoke again. "So, does Micro pick out all your clothes? Or just the skull-related ones?"
❝ oh, you think? hmm, your argument sounds quite convincing, counselor.. but i know for a fact that if we both take a shower, you're not going to keep those grubby little hands to yourself. ❞
As soon as the class was over, Matt turned around to gather his things. As usual, his plan had been to immediately bolt to the roof to change into his suit, but something stopped him— or rather, someone.
He frowned as she stopped next to him, unsure if she was one of his students. Admittedly, he hadn't put any effort into recognizing most of them— the good news is that being blind absolves him from that sort of thing anyway.
"Sorry, I'm afraid you caught me at a bad time, I'm in a bit of a hurry. Any chance it could wait until next class?"
All my life, there are those who have tried to CLAIM ME. They wanted to control that which they could not understand. Some were evil. Some were good. One, I willingly offered myself to. BUT NONE COULD EVER KEEP ME. a private and independent 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐊𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐒. marvel comics 616 based with headcanon influences. Does not adhere to mcu or netflix or disney whatsoever. twenty-one plus. assassinated by DANI may, 2022.
Matt could hear a light rattling in Lin Lie's breathing during the whole class. He'd been the kid's professor for about a week now, but they hadn't exactly talked. Matt had enough on his plate with the transition from defense attorney to college professor, and that was before taking superheroing into account. He'd imagine juggling superheroing with being a college student wasn't any easier, so he hadn't had the time to reach out, and couldn't blame Lin Lie for not reaching out either.
Still, at the end of the class, Matt made sure to approach him. "Hey, you alright?" He asked. "Your ribs are cracked. You know if you need any help, you can still ask, right?"
mr. fear has to be dd's funniest villain. he shows up, finds a new way to fuck up matt's life completely, then disappears for like ten years. he doesnt even have a motive he just hates matt so fucking much lmfao
