#dehrdevil

[daresplaining]

smth I noticed in reading matt's origin story (the og in #1, the slight retcon in #53 and ofc the one in #164) and that not a lot of people notice is matt's love for baseball? he even mentions prior to his accident that he wants to ask jack about joining a junior league (I think this was in #53).

and now going back to samnee et al., the scene with kirsten's dad and matt deciding to forgo his masks just gets a whole new depth? because it happens while playing baseball — something matt liked and had to abandon not because of his disability (baseball for blind/vi people exists) but because of certain masks and personas he had to curate and keep. and it does make me wonder if kirsten's dad (sorry can't remember his name) didn't do it on purpose as to nudge matt towards his perspective on being mask-free now that everyone knew anyways — and also for the sales of the promised autobiography.

but yeah. matt and baseball should be explored more often.

Ooooh, yes, I love this! I had not picked up on Matt's passion for baseball in particular, and that's a wonderful detail that, I agree, should absolutely be explored more!

That "I'm tired of masks" scene from volume 4 #14 is one of my favorite Daredevil scenes of all time, and you're right, it hits extra hard because it takes place while Matt is having fun openly indulging in a pleasure he hasn't allowed himself to try "since [he] was ten" (and killing it, by the way). I love your idea that Kirsten's dad (Wendell, I believe?) might have even picked the location and activity on purpose. I'd believe it...

Matt's relationship to sports is something I find really interesting, and I've always cherished the little glimpses we get of his athletic prowess in that context (alongside the volume 4 baseball scene, I also love the basketball scene in volume 1 #255, and of course, any time he gets into the boxing ring. Even this scene from the movie pushes those buttons for me). To your point, it's not just because it's fun seeing Matt show off his physical abilities in a way that's different from his usual rooftop acrobatics, it's also because it ties so closely to his childhood and all of the things he wanted to do but couldn't thanks to Jack's well-meaning overprotectiveness and, later, his secret identity. Seeing Matt live out his athlete dreams is fun and sweet, and seeing him let the shields down enough to feel free to do so is even more meaningful. Him smashing one out of the park and then saying "I'm tired of masks" hits hard, because it drives home just how long he's been wearing one mask or another, playing one role or another, and suppressing key parts of himself.

[wrathbit-arch]

🚢 .... i mean....

DO I SHIP OUR CHARACTERS TOGETHER ? : yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

WOULD I LIKE TO SHIP WITH YOU ? : yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP I COULD SEE : childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

TROPES I'D ENJOY WRITING FOR THEM : friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

WOULD I RATHER PLOT FIRST OR JUMP RIGHT IN AND SEE WHERE IT GOES ? : develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between

WHAT NOW ? : we could plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

ANYTHING ELSE I WANT YOU TO KNOW ABOUT ME / MY CHARACTER / MY SHIPPING HABITS : interested in dating spider-man ? peter is a clingy, jealous, hopeless lover. he gives his heart & soul & will rarely be the first to leave, even if he's being walked all over. he wants to be in your space 24/7 & will be the first in line to defend you or offer a second chance. i tend to find the ships that flourish with peter are those with muses who accept his inhuman tendencies, understand his place as spider-man, & can match the freak 4 freak agenda. if this sounds like a fit for you & your muse, inquiries are encouraged !

[wrathbit-arch]

💋

FINGERS CURL AROUND HIS ELBOW, a thumb at the junction of his nerve. he tilts back, dark curls splayed over his forehead, stark against the backdrop of a crisp white shirt. Peter knows this scent, this careful hold, he knows that grin & its soft edges. the warmth is gratifying. he turns into it, listens to the healthy beat of Matthew's heart / 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎.

❛ hey magoo, ❜ a sigh escapes him, turning to a hum. he hears Bailey in the other room, setting up his own mini tree with its lights & bells. he'd wanted his own ornaments, & Peter never got a tree to begin with once he'd moved out of May's. ( he had enough trouble lighting a menorah, never mind going out of his way to do a tree. ) yet here they are. ❛ being a ginger yourself, how do ya feel about gingerbread ? i think Bailey's got a hankering for baking & wants to try his hand. ❜

❛ i just — oh. ❜ a sprig hangs over their heads, scarlet berries & dark, waxy leaves. ❛ when the hell did that kid have time to set these up ? ❜ seriously, Bailey must have crawled on the ceiling to get that up there. ❛ com'ere, hornbread, ❜ he murmurs, twisting his torso so their arms don't separate. up on his toes he leans, just enough to match the other's height; 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚠'𝚜, a patch of rough five o' clock shadow snagging his upper lip. he rocks back down & flicks Matthew's earlobe with a smirk. ❛ sorry honey, not allowed full access anymore. now how about that gingerbread ? ❜

[lvebug]

24.     first aid kit. 

this one took me a while because i had to go do research ask birdie.

andie's uncle is a firefighter, so they're prepared with a standard and well stocked first aid kit: goves, gauze wraps & gauze pads, bandages, trauma dressings, alcohol pads, bandaids, bandage sheers, first aid tape, cold packs, burn gel, a tourniquet, & asprin, ibuprophen, other over the counter meds. basic stuff. they also have the basic home ready supplies like shelf stable food, water, blankets, spare clothes/shoes. any medication/medical information that they need for each other are also stored there and readily available.

i do think that this is a bit different from the regular, basic supplies that they keep in the medicine cabinet for small at-home cuts & scraps that just need a little antiseptic and a bandaid or bandage, and small headaches. that stuff is just kept in a box in the bathroom for every day use

[zatna]

@dehrdevil : scared of what other people think?

“ no, that’s not it—not like that… ” a palm stills in the air, stutters and pauses hiccup her spiel as her mouth fails to convey the struggles of her introspection without tripping over her own hypocrisy. scared has connotations she’s wanted to remove from herself, from everything and everyone she’s become so intimate with in recent years. scared of what others think? no, not anymore. scared of what they will do. her mind wanders as her gaze falls ahead, catching the wind as it passes through the leaves of perfectly aligned trees framing the streets. too perfect to be of nature's hand, clearly. an intangible force that’s fallen victim underneath the vice grip of humanities insistence of consuming only what is under its own guidance. “ it’s not fear, it’s being careful. ”

there's a desperate cacophony inside her, an echo of a child's grubby fists clutching two halves, willing them to fit together instead of bouncing off in repulsion. the only clear voice she’s been able to make out amidst the enduring batter is familiar and brusque. sweet piccola, her father would say after yanking her wrist back, keep the curtain closed, it’s not time. “ people like me—us—there’s always going to be secrets for a good reason. i’m not happy about it, but that’s how it is... ” her mouth parts to spill more, always ready to plug the holes left in her own words, but doubt lines her throat like bile before she can continue; she yields with a swallow.

[wrathbit-a]

@dehrdevil is wishing peter a happy birthday ! * ❝ I wanted to give you something amazing, but I didn’t fit in the gift bag. ❞

❛❛ 𝘼𝙈𝘼𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂, YOU SAY ? ❜❜ consider his interest peaked. gold burns its way up & down the devil, searching, salacious, familiar. his fingers dance through the air in exaggerated ' gimme ' motions. ❛❛ you have my attention ... can't fit in a bag ? that's intriguing. & worrying. what is it ? 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ? matthew, i'm flattered, but i thought you needed to discuss threesomes with your wife first ! ❜❜

[wrathbit-a]

KINDNESS COMES WITH TOUCH, in the careful need to provide comfort. willingly given, but wary to receive. he cannot, at times, speak his heart into words; it's only closeness he can offer. touch, however, has not often been kind to him. when people reach back, he freezes. 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝. he's unsure. it's easy to laugh off, to lie as he always has. his body is the last door to open.

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭. lighthouse in the storm / that is who he wants to be. to love, even if he doesn't know how to be loved in return. yet he finds himself open, bare, willing. 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, he's said. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

the couch always feels small when it's the two of them. matt's broad shoulders mixed with peter's need to have his legs up, curled to protect his toes from the chill of the world. peter's head swims. faintly tired due to the hour, mostly drowsy with a full stomach. matt, as always, is warm. which doesn't help peter's attempts at keeping his eyes open.

@dehrdevil rests his head on peter's shoulder.

when ginger hair presses to his cheek, peter is too comfortable to startle. matt's weight against his side has ceased been odd a few years ago. some piece of peter had clicked into place, & now it's different. like when you breathe & feel the inhale of the other, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥. something sappy.

peter's skin doesn't crawl. he's not scared. there's no need to babble, to pretend, to cringe away. he rests his own head against red / red / red. the part of him that isn't human wants to curl up into matthew, be absorbed by the net of safety. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜. ❛❛ sleepy devil, ❜❜ he murmurs, then lies with a smile, ❛❛ i feel your horns against my cheek. ❜❜

[wrathbit-a]

THE SCENT OF LEATHER, oils, mothballs, the persistent aging of paper goods. not unlike his uncle’s office, or the rabbi from his childhood synagogue — back when he was made to do those kid programs. they’re good memories, ones made before he grew into a selfish, arrogant teenager. maybe that’s why he does this; 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐬. full of delicate things, a weighty urging for quiet that feels more like an embrace than an oppressive need. 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. he exists as a conundrum. ( but at least his bumbling makes others laugh. )

@dehrdevil utters : ❛❛ i may be old, but i still know how to negotiate. ❜❜

peter stifles his own chuckle at the words pressed to his ear. just enough for him to hear. oh, what cheek from a man of god ! peter wants to tease him for it, just because he can. 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. ❛❛ oh, yeah. you sure showed that guy you could barter, magoo. what’a price drop ! you’re so talented, it’s like you work in a profession that’s all about persuading others. i’ll ring you up when i need a discount. ❜❜