[mttmrdck]

                         ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴇᴀʜ...

       𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘

           carrd - matt murdock mixed canon - by tristan he/him 39

[mttmrdck]

Casual reminder I write more muses on my multi @afvckton

[afvckton]

      𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔, 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖉?

                𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙀 - 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙋𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏 - 𝙈𝙐𝙇𝙏𝙄 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙂

                                    𝘼𝙎 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝘽𝙔 𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉

[nomorekarenpage]

#𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝; 𝐚𝐧  𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞  𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧  𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥/𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧,  𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐲  𝐦𝐲  𝐨𝐰𝐧  𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞  𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞  &  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐨𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥  𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬  𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫.  𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  +𝟐𝟏  𝐭𝐨  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭;  𝐨𝐜,  𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫,  𝐚𝐮  𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲,  𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩  &  𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞,  𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓;  𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐲  𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞.

      𝐢𝐭'𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥  𝐨𝐧  𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲

[hcrctic-moved]

             𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱, 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊.

#𝖍𝖈𝖗𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖈, 𝑎𝑛  𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡  𝑎𝑛𝑑  𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒  𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔  𝑓𝑜𝑟  𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆  𝖒𝖆𝖝𝖎𝖒𝖔𝖋𝖋,   𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖙  𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍,  𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑  𝑏𝑦  𝑚𝑦  𝑜𝑤𝑛  𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒  𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒  &  𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛,  𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑  𝑜𝑛  𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙  𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠  𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟.  𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟  𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡  𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔  +21  𝑡𝑜  𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡; 𝑒𝑠𝑡  2015  &  𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑  𝑖𝑛  2025;  𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉  𝖇𝖞  𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖊.        𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑.

[mttmrdck]

There's a feeling of dread that keeps trying to claw at Matt's heart the closer he gets to this fleeing target. Daredevil, leaping from building to building as if gravity can hardly touch him, and as the space between him and this villain closes in so does the fear.

He doesn't have time to dissect it, to understand where it comes from or why. Like any terror he has ever felt it is swallowed down, forced into the cage of his ribs and buried under his thundering heart.

Maybe it has something to do with whatever is powering his target, like the residue of energy that it takes to rip through time and space, and that's about as much logic as Matt can give it before he has to focus on the fact that this man is about to use the stolen tech to power himself up.

At some point it's clear the other is unable to keep running. His power is too low, his body can't handle it the way Matt's can, and to install that missing piece to the puzzle of his power means he has to stop.

"It's OVER, you don't have to do this," he says as he corners the man on the top of a six-story walk-up near Washington Heights.

And then the idiot, perhaps gripped by that same intense and rising dread, looks behind himself at the street and turns like he's going to make a leap when suddenly Matt's split baton is tossed, the cable lassoing the man by the ankles and tripping him up...

Just when the world seems to crack in two and the burst of some kind of cosmic energy slams into Matt, knocking him back two feet and sending his senses reeling.

His grip on his baton slips.

"What the hell--" and the man tied up has been shoved to the edge of the building and is teetering dangerously over the side.

"Shit!"

@apotheotica

[justbrcathe]

Continued from here with @mttmrdck

So far, Man’s World was a perplexing experience. 

While flying overhead, Diana had marveled at the architecture of the modern city and the lights that lit up the earth, a facsimile of  stars in the night sky. Of course, she also had been unable to see those same stars due to the radiance coming from all the buildings and labyrinthine streets.

When she landed, the Amazon was overcome by the noise  and people- crowds of people everywhere going about their lives and dressed in garments so utterly strange compared to the armor Diana had on. It was all overwhelming, beyond anything her mother’s cautionary words could have prepared her for.  It was a blessing that Steve Trevor was there to offer some guidance and direction for Diana to begin in the midst of all these new experiences.

The Princess wished she had listened when he told her to ‘stay put’ as he dealt with some urgent business making contact with somebody under his command. Diana wanted to insist on urgency, but this call seemed of the utmost importance and it was hard to fault the man. He had been missing for days at this point.

After he stepped away,  the Amazon’s curiosity got the better of her and, though she did not mean to wander far, she lost sight of Colonel Trevor. That was when the fight happened. 

In a whirlwind of events to follow, Diana found herself willingly taken into custody by guards who took her in and placed her in a cell. These guards, police, interpreted Diana’s explanations of her identity and her mission as mere madness. The entire ordeal was infuriating, until Mr. Murdock, an orator…no he had called himself a lawyer, arrived.  Unlike the officers, he treated Diana with respect and understanding as she spoke and truly seemed as if he wanted to help her. There was a calm sort of quality to the man’s voice, that seemed both assured and reassuring.

“I do have a friend. Colonel Steve Trevor. I am sure that he would vouch for me.” Diana sat up straighter, an idea sparking like a light in her eyes. “Or they could give my lariat back. Then they could see the truth without question.”

[mttmrdck]

The name only vaguely rang a bell, but it didn't matter, a Colonel was a rank that pulled strings or even cut a few from time to time. Matt's thumb smoothed over the screen of his phone and he hummed thoughtfully before lifting the phone up a little.

"Text Foggy. Foggy, reach out to a Colonel Steve Trevor, tell him we are representing a Diana..." did she have a last name? His other hand ran over the paperwork he was given and while he could feel out the words by the ink risen on the paper he couldn't explain that to her, or anyone for that matter.

It would have to do.

Now what he needed to understand was the way her heart did not falter, didn't even hiccup or pick up in pace by a single beat, when she spoke about her lariat.

"They confiscated that, among other things, as you were using it as a weapon. Can you tell me more about what you mean about using it for the truth?"

It was becoming very clear that this was likely someone that was NOT from this realm. He wondered, briefly, if this was something better for Jen to handle, but now he was too curious.

[invisingsrchives]

resilience. strength in family . motherhood. courage. confidence . intelligence . sacrifice & SELFLESSNESS . — she is THE INVISIBLE WOMAN ! ! ! heavily headcanon based & own character development . taken from all comic iteration & mixed media . ocs are welcomed & encouraged . open to other universes with created lores and verses backing . mcu selectively refs reflected from first steps . ( 20+ & MUTUALS ONLY . )

[justbrcathe]

"So long as life remains, there is always hope… and so long as there is hope, there can be victory!"

Multimuse blog featuring Princess Diana of Themyscira Comic, Cartoon, and Headcanon Inspired Mutuals only and Selective. 21+ Written by Noon ☀

[id1eyouth]

@mttmrdck / continued from here.

Blaire exhales through her nose, a quiet huff of disbelief that borders on a laugh. Her pen stills mid-tap against the legal pad, and she leans back in her chair, eyes narrowing at him—though there's a pull at the corner of her mouth she can't quite suppress.

"Working?" she echoes, tone laced with mock offense. "Matt, if you think you can charm opposing counsel before the discovery deadline, you're more reckless than your case strategy suggests."

Her words are sharp, but there's warmth in the cadence—that subtle blend of irritation and intrigue that always seems to colour their conversations. She reaches for her coffee, pausing just long enough to let silence linger between them.

"And dinner," she adds, sipping slowly, "isn't a guaranteed verdict yet. You might have to argue that one a little harder, Counsellor."

[mttmrdck]

Swells of silence between them are heavy with a sort of comfort that he should shrug off. It's the kind of weight that Matt always thinks he can handle; another body, another heart, another life that he clings to with a blind hope that maybe this time it will be different.

Maybe this time it is a gift from God, not a challenge.

He should know better by now.

But he also knows he will get that dinner, he wants it too much to let it go.

"I work best on a full stomach. I figured you want me at my best if I'm to be of any use to you on this case."

[mttmrdck]

                  ᴍʏ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ:

                                   𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰

                                ᴀɴᴅ

                                 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

                                 [written by tristan. 39. he/him]

[daredevil-artwork]

Daredevil by David Mack

[iamamilkgod]

This is just a Marco Checcetto appreciation post

[daredevil-artwork]

Daredevil by Alex Maleev

[svoyavdova]

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐫, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦.  𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝. 

𝐬𝐯𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐯𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐚 ( 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰 ) is a private, mutuals only roleplay blog for 𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒂 from Marvel's MCU/comics. This blog pulls inspiration from the mcu/comics (source material), as well as personal headcanons and lore. This blog will contain potentially mature / triggering content. Please be advised and cater your own dash experience accordingly. Must be 20+ to interact. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 & 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥.

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒.

[mttmrdck]

i meant to be around BUT... my head is hurtin' babbbyyyy yikes!

if i can get over that later i might pop on otherwise tomorrow will have to do :)

[markwaid]

what if everyone found out you were DAREDEVIL and you started getting HECKLED IN COURT and then you had to admit you were daredevil ON NATIONAL TELEVISION and then you got DISBARRED and then your best friend got CANCER and then STILT-MAN showed up and then you had to move to SAN FRANCISCO and then you received an 8 MILLION DOLLAR advance to write an AUTOBIOGRAPHY and then you got HACKED and then everyone on the planet got MIND WIPED and forgot you were daredevil and then you became a PROSECUTOR and then you went to HONG KONG with SPIDER-MAN and then you KILLED A GUY and then your FAKE DEAD TWIN BROTHER came to life and then you were hit by a TRUCK and then STILT-MAN showed up again (in a dream) and then SPIDER-MAN was mad at you and then you WENT TO JAIL