whenever i get scared of doing something (like getting a new piercing) i think about my dr self and how i probably shouldn’t be shifting to a place where i’m constantly throwing hands and getting my ahh beat if i can’t even handle a damn piercing
then i get the courage to do scary stuff
that sort of thinking makes me braver, can confirm
currently reading infinite potential, a book about neville’s teachings
all i’m getting so far is: stop identifying with the physical, you’re pure consciousness. decide what you want and act as the version of yourself who already has those manifestations
ⓘ this dr is one of my more heavy realities, ahem, frank castle
who is she?
scarlet iliana is not your typical 27-year old-woman who lives in new york. while most people struggle through a single degree, she has collected four—law, psychology, chemistry and marketing—as if they were a hobby rather than academic achievements
intelligence comes easily to her, almost unnervingly so. what others spend months learning, she absorbs in days. but her discipline doesn't end in the classroom. years of relentless physical training has also given her the advantage of having full control over her body—precise, efficient and calculated, just how she's always wanted
scarlet doesn't just think faster than the average person. she moves faster too
turning point
scarlet knows exactly how the system works—which is why she doesn't believe in it
it only acts as a blanket of comfort, false comfort. not built to protect, but to reassure. an illusion designed to keep the majority in line and quiet, while the unfortunate suffer
she used to believe it served its purpose, that it kept the vulnerable safe and protected, but that belief didn't last—not after being a witness to the countless buried cases, voices ignored and lives dismantled without consequences
so when she stood there, staring down at the lifeless body on the ground, she felt...nothing
no, that's not true. she definitely felt something. not guilt. not hesitation.
relief
a quiet, faintly familiar sense that, she, for once had done something right. in her defense, it was necessary. he would have killed that girl the minute he stepped into the apartment
this wasn't cruelty or impulse, this was correction—at least that's what scarlet told herself
friend or foe
meeting the matthew murdock wasn't something scarlet had planned or really imagined happening. yet, not only did they meet, but she'd made such an impression that he had asked her out. she said yes. of course she did.
there was something about him. not just the blindness, that was the east interesting thing. it was the way he carried himself, like he was constantly aware of more than he let on. he was careful. controlled. he was a lawyer, after all. that alone meant he was hiding something. the question was what
still, it hurt wouldn't hurt? in the worst case scenario, she's just found herself a lawyer in case she ever needs one, considering her recent...incident. the death of the 34-year-old male was neatly dismissed as a hit and run, the irony
after a few weeks, she found herself enjoying his company more than she expected. he was funny and surprisingly easy to talk to. but the inconsistencies didn't go unnoticed. the bruises came first. subtle at a distance, however harder to ignore up close. knuckles split open. a healing cut along his jaw. the kind of damage that didn't come from accidents.
it didn't take long to piece it together. scarlet had seen enough violence to recognize it tried to hide. he wasn't just a lawyer. watching the news, she put it together easily, matt didn't know she knew. and for now she preferred it that way. she liked him. more than she should. which meant no reason to rush
let him lie, explain, whatever
she'd listen and wait
accident
then came the day where scarlet found him unconscious. the rooftop was quiet when she stepped put, the city's noises becoming indifferent. she hadn't expected to see anyone up there—especially not him. not like that.
matt lay sprawled near the edge, unmoving, his body twisted and deeply injured. even in the dim light, the damage was obvious—blood, bruises and cuts all over. she didn't hesitate. she dropped to her knees and rapidly checked his body for broken bones
"matt? matt! wake up" he didn't budge
nothing for a moment. then, he inhaled sharply
"frank"
"frank castle"
she sighed. "i know" she replied in a collected voice
too lazy to figure out a backstory for my marvel dr so i'm just gonna figure it out there (scripting that i don't remember my past until i suddenly do, and that it's interesting)
don’t shoot me but i lowkenuinely miss early shifftok sometimes
all the methods dropping one by one in real time, shifting tips (though almost every time useless), storytimes, big shifttok creators, anticipation and people coming together to try this new unreal thing
it was unlike anything i’ve ever experienced, you just had to be there
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