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Matt Murdock || Lawyer || Blind || Vigilante ❝ Looking for heaven, found the devil in me❞ indie rp account. semi-selective. nsfw and tiggering content discretion advised.

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       “One.” She fidgeted a little with her fingers, looking down, only to add a rather timid, rather soft: “One and a half. Maybe, maybe a two.” She wasn’t pissed, she hadn’t been so much as pissed as she was sad. Matt had grown on her so fast, and so hard too that suddenly not seeing him felt… Could she even say she felt abandoned? He was a grown man, and to some extent she counted as a grown woman, but deep down still felt like a child. A lonely child at that. “I just-I was worried, that’s all. I mean, if you… if you suddenly realized you didn’t want to be my friend that would’ve been fine. But I did miss you. A lot.”

He didn’t really expected any different answer. Not from Laurie, at least. From someone else, yelling and anger would happen and Matt would know how to deal with that, anger would make it easier for him ( as selfish as that was) but Laurie, as always, was different. She didn’t sound pissed in the slightest just....Hurt. And sad. Which made the guilt that Matt was feeling worse (which was fair, if he was honest with himself).

“No, that was not it....” He stated, walking closer, just a little bit, hesitant of how to behave and where his boundaries with Laurie started and ended. “Um...It was just...A lot of things. But not that. Never that.” He bit his lower lip for a moment, trying to find thw right words. “I’m sorry, Laurie. I didn’t mean...I missed you too. Very much.”

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"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

deep starters || accepting

“Well...” He started, a faint smile on his lips. “If it makes you feel better, I can’t really see you.”

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“So...” He started, voice soft and eyes on the ground. “In a scale from one to ten....How pissed are you at me for being gone?”

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First meeting {Sentence Starters}

"Pretty quiet place, isn't it?"

"Can I pet your dog?"

"I love your ____! Where did you get it?"

"Didn't know anybody else was here."

"Sorry, is this seat taken?"

"You haven't seen this ____ anywhere, have you?"

"Wow, this line's really long isn't it?"

"So, you come here often?"

"Yeah, can I help you with something?"

"What do you usually order when you come here?"

"So- weather's pretty nice."

"I'm so sorry! I didn't see you!"

"Don't suppose you know where to get a great meal around here?"

"Can you tell me how to get to ____?"

"Mind if I share your umbrella for a minute?"

"Hi! I just need you to pretend like you know me!"

"You need directions or something?"

"This seat's open!"

"Haven't seen you around. Need something?"

"Um, hi. How long have you been standing there?"

"Don't ask, just run!"

[rppanda]

Ask my Muse ANYTHING. There are ZERO LIMITS!

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What is the cutest headcanon you have for my muse?

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Deep Ass Starters.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"

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ldentidem:

IT’S ALREADY HARD TO TALK TO PEOPLE. AND HERE I AM THINKING ADRIAN MADE 133243254 FRIENDS OVER NIGHT. 

LOL NO?? ADRIAN IS A LOSER??? WHY WOULD ANYONE LIKE A FAKE FAN ANYWAY???

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my so called friends are calling me out and i feel attacked but if you want you can like this post for a starter?? or an attempt at it??

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ldentidem:

AT THIS POINT I’M NOT SURE WHO YOU ARE AND AREN’T ON MY DASH ANYMORE AND AT THIS POINT I’M AFRAID TO ASK. 

YOU ARE DRAGGING MY ASS THROUGH THE MUD. HOW DARE. HOW VERY DARE.

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When your friends have so many blogs and you no longer know who you’re following.

... or who you’re not following anymore.

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[highbeeans]

This is going to be part of a sticker set that I still haven’t finished because I am trash. If you’re interested and can’t wait for the set to be uploaded in my shop, you can purchase it in my Redbubble instead.

[Commission Info | Storenvy | RedBubble | Society6]

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infitixlis:

lmao I thought Matt was going to be on your multi u can’t blame me son

um i am the one calling you out, you have no right, sir.

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infitixlis started following you

i feel personally offended and attacked that you had to refollow me.

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eyy, who still remembers me??

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deadflowxr;

She woke up after a particularly loud thunder lit the streets. Looking around her, she saw nothing but the shapes and shadows of the things inside her bedroom; no fallen building, no people screaming and most certainly, Matt wasn’t in there. She was alive, and not only that but shivering in her bed, covered in a thin layer of cold sweat all over. Gasping for air, she finally sat up, quite out of herself as she coughed, weeping as she found out breathing wasn’t hurting her and that weight on her chest had been nothing but the result of a distressing dream. Her head was throbbing in pain and as she recovered, she saw nothing but glowing red in the midst of her search for the door. She walked out in her pijama, grabbing a thin sweater from the coat hanger by the entrance of her mother’s house and walked out into the streets.

The cold rain hit her the second she stepped out but she didn’t even blink, confused and anxious as she walked; the feeling of her impending doom overriding any other thought or proper reaction. Her entire body was shaking and to walk, she had to hold on to the walls of the buildings she walked parallel to. People walking near her avoided her, either out of fear, their own fear, or the distressed feeling she sent out, both by the way she looked and her pheromones; the mechanism now out of control as she wandered without a clear destiny or so it appeared.

Her feet guided her without having any idea of where she was actually going, all she was able to do being mumbling, muttering a series of ininteligible words as she went, one hand firm on the wall, the other pressed to her lips, whispering into her fingers. “I can’t leave, I can’t die, I can’t leave, I can’t die…” She repeated, suddenly thinking back of the last time she almost died. Almost but not really. By the time she reached the doorstep of the building she had been looking for, she dropped right beside it, still a mess and not caring in the slightest about her current condition. “Say goodbye. Goodbye.” She repeated now, her blonde hair covering her face; her blue eyes wide in an expression of utter madness. Looking up at last, but not really focusing on anything, she swallowed, waiting. Her demeanor not changing in the slightest.  

He had been working late, a case demanding more of his attention since he had swore to Foggy that he would get some of the paper work done. He was finishing up, placing files into boxes when it hit him: the distinctive smell of fear...No, not fear, this was terror. Raw and paralysing terror. What was new, however, was the feeling of that same horror invading him, making him shudder and want to run away from it, get away from an impending doom, a sense of dread setting on his stomach, making him dizzy. 

Never in his life had he felt like this. He had been afraid, terrified even but this...This fear wasn’t his own. It felt like someone was tampering with his feelings, with his head because Matt knew, deep down, that there was no reason to feel afraid, no threat to his life, nothing near him to cause him any harm. And yet...

“Laurie.” The word slipped through his lips in a desperate whisper and despite the crippling fear, he foced his body to act, to move, to run. Because through the thick scent of fear, he could smell her shampoo, the distinctive smell of her perfume and as he listened more closely, a fast heart beat that could only be hers. 

He was supposed to keep his cover, supposed to be the harmless blind mind, the one that was so incredibly clumsy that always turned up to his office with a new bruise or a limp. But he couldn’t care about that, not knowing that Laurie was out there, terrified out of her mind. Matt rushed through the stairs, jumping them with ease until he made it to the door, not hesitating for a second before opening the door, walking into the cold rain, getting soaked to the bone as he searched for her. 

“Laurie!” The noise of the street, of the raindrops and his own fear were blinding him, he was unable to focus, unable to find her. “Laurie!” His hands trembled, he took a deep breath, tried his best to push the fear aside, to find her heartbeat, fast as a humming bird, the sweet smell that was so...Hers. 

Matt turned around, followed the sound and finally knelled in front of the girl, curled up in a ball against the wall of the building, soaked to the bone and mumbling things that he couldn’t quite place, his mind rushing between his own worry and the fear oozing from her.

“Laurie...” His voice was soft, trembling just slightly as he reached out to try and touch her but waiting for her to recognize him before doing so. “I’m here, okay? It’s me. It’s Matt. You are safe now, I got you.” He took his coat off, placed it around her shoulders to protect her shivering form from the rain. “Let me get you inside. Please? Just wrap your arms around my neck and I’ll carry you, okay? Everything will be better now, I promise.”

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