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Send, "Look at me!" for sender to grab receiver by the jaw.

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@deathcrime ´¯`•.¸¸¤

Milla tilts her head in Matt-fashion at the sound of a heavy tread from down the hall. How can he stand those combat boots? Fashioned from a sturdy leather with soles that don't quickly wear down; for a soldier. At first she was just stopping by the apartment to grab a change of clothes for Matt, but the blackout equates a phone call he'll be home within the hour. The most recent text from Karen reads out she's landed, but her arrival is currently a guess. "I thought you weren't getting involved?" Milla called from the kitchen, "don't break that door; it's unlocked."

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I liveblogged my reactions during the show's premiere. I've reblogged a few things here, but if you want to see me yelling about Karen and Matt and my hot takes on Frank, parallels and Fisk, check it out xo

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like for a starter based on the dd/ba finale :) multis please specify

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She knew her newer lifestyle worried him --- the sincerest form of genuine carrying. Milla was flattered. Having someone newly add scientifically-enhanced senses and vigilantism to their otherwise lifelong-civilian existence would be jarring to sane people. Matt could have walked out. He certainly was within his rights to claim she was outrageously reckless and changed in ways he couldn't stay for. It was probably both sides of him --- Matt and Daredevil who understood her choices.

The truth was she'd always been rash. Parting all hours of the night in questionable dance clubs in college and riding motorcycles with leather-clad boys who drove way too fast. A temerarious streak was always within her, long before she met Matt. This was not the worst shape she'd been in and he'd hypocritically gone out looking and feeling much more brutal than her smatter of bruises and stitching.

Milla circled her lips in a silent 'Ooo' at his underhanded attempt pulling on her Foggy heartstrings. How would Foggy know her nighttime activities unless some cute firm partner told him?

"Oh sweetie, you're going to have to try harder than that."

Matt chuckled lightly at her words. He was well aware that he wasn't the poster child for good behavior while injured, but he genuinely worried. He had ever since he found out she was running around as Daredevil because he knew the toll that could take on someone, and the constant injuries weren't even the worst of it. He had freaked out about it enough times though, and knew very well there was no stopping her— just like there was no stopping him.

"I'm just saying, you don't have to push yourself. Wasn't that the whole point of having two Daredevils? I can cover for you when you need it and you can cover for me when I need it." Of course, whether he'd actually stay behind while she went out on her own was a separate issue. He'd cross that bridge when he came to it. "Besides, Foggy will lose it if he hears you're going out there while you're injured, I already did that to him way too many times. Do you really wanna put him through that too?"

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EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS 

GENERAL 

[ TOUCH ]  for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars 

[ TOUCHED ]  for receiver to trace one of sender’s scars

[ DISCOVER ]  for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time 

[ DISCOVERED ]  for receiver to see sender’s scars for the first time 

[ CARESS ]  for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars 

[ CARESSED ]  for receiver to kiss one of sender’s scars

[ SHOW ]  for sender to purposefully reveal their scars for receiver to see 

[ SHOWN ]  for receiver to purposefully reveal their scars for sender to see 

SCENARIOS

[ MEND ]  for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ MENDED ]  for receiver to treat sender’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ BLUNDER ]  for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

[ BLUNDERED ]  for receiver to walk in on sender in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time 

[ KISS ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals sender’s scars to receiver 

[ KISSED ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals receiver’s scars to sender 

[ BATHE ]  our muses take a shower together and sender looks over receiver’s scars 

[ BATHED ]  our muses take a shower together and receiver looks over sender’s scars. 

WORDS

❝  your scars are nothing to be ashamed of.  ❞

❝  why do you hide your scars?  ❞

❝  i see every mark as something to be proud of,  proof of all i survived.  ❞

❝  can i ask what happened here—  how did you get this one?  ❞

❝  sometimes i get these phantom pains i guess you could say.  little aches and i find them oddly comforting.  because my soul still hurts even if my body is healed.  ❞

❝  i wish i could get rid of my scars.  they’re just reminders of everything i want to forget.  ❞

❝  is it alright if i touch this scar?  ❞

❝  it’s okay—  you can touch it if you want.  doesn’t hurt anymore.  ❞

❝  please don’t touch it.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to tell me how you got it.  i just wanted to see.  ❞

❝  looks worse than it was.  ❞

❝  i want to kill every person responsible for leaving you scarred. ❞

❝  i made sure the people who left marks on me wouldn’t get the chance to do it again.  ❞

❝  woah—  what the hell happened there? ❞

❝  you don’t have to hide them around me.  the scars are just part of who you are.  and i like all of what i see.  ❞

❝  i don’t really like letting people see them.  ❞

❝  it’s okay—  honestly i forget they’re there most of the time.  ❞

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gratuitous inclusion of Milla

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into the ring | daredevil

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Why do women cry when they are angry?

Because they realize it’s illegal to murder you…and that shit is frustrating

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You know, every time I post a chapter I’m reminded how absolutely fucking terrifying it is to post your writing. 

You’re putting yourself and your ideas out there to be possibly ridiculed. You took so much time to create something and you might hear nothing, you might be ridiculed, but you might be praised.

I think it’s so damn brave of writers and artists to put themselves out there like that.

Writers and artists don’t get nearly enough credit for just posting what they create.

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“Justice?—You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law.”

— —William Gaddis, A Frolic of His Own (via adentincrime)

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when milla isn't getting along with matt or fighting without the DD suit, she covers her identity with black blindfolds and headgear.

(psd smudges out the very pretty details of the lace of the first two pics - see below)

catch the miniseries of this zorro-y look on tubi, for real

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@murdocktm wanted the thing◞ ♡⭒ enemies to........................ we'll see >:)

the day I'm over your angel dash icon is the day I'm dead

it's by his sneakered heels balanced on the edge of the rooftop & milla gripping the surprisingly strong t-shirt that the man she's questioning hasn't dropped twelve stories yet. milla's head tilts to the side : the sound of footfalls on the pebbled rooftop an underestimating quiet considering the size of the person they belong to. the woven nanotube fibers of his suit --- one of three materials --- is a recent Melvin-concoction.

" look, " a sarcastic start considering she is blind, not knowing the full relevance at hand.

"I don't want this man to die," milla gestured at track-suit clad man in sneakers far too fancy for his payrate, then gestured at --- what she's been told is mostly a red suit --- "and I know you, for sure, don't want him to die. so I'll just finish questioning henchman brad here and we can all go our separate ways."

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At the soft boop to her nose, Milla's resolve falters for a moment, completely taken off guard at a return to her gesture. Out of nowhere, the second of contact disarming her and shifting her expression to baffled surprise. Most people wouldn't do so, morality instructing they not touch the blind girl without warning. He must be used to that too. It could be mere confidence, but Milla perceived it was more Matt's understanding the desire to be treated . . . well, normal.

Ah, there was that charm again. She attempted to parse the details underneath. Regardless of belief in the tabloids touting his identity — Milla knew without doubt — the opposition flouting the maybe-exposed-identity in court was locking Matt out. His dedication to being a lawyer ran as deep as Catholicism. Matt absent from the halls of justice was like asking the sun not to shine during summer.

"Hmm," she pretends to ponder another lawyer capturing her attention as much as he did, "what about every other lunch? Would you still be heartbroken? Mind you, these other lawyers have a lot to live up to."

Matt chuckled at her words, and when she flicked his nose. He could've easily dodged it but chose not to. It was a relief she didn't argue further, though part of him almost wished that she had. For all he was trying to play it off, he really would miss working with her. It was something he could look forward to at work.

"I'm just trying to ease the blow. If I was actually trying to pull off anything, you'd definitely know, Miss Donovan," He smiled as he booped her nose— a much gentler retaliation to her flicking his. Of course, he absolutely was trying to pull something off though. It was second nature to him at this point. "And I promise I'll put you in contact with some good people who genuinely want to help. I'll even help out with the case if they let me. I just can't be in court."

Not just for this case. For any case for a while— that was something he hadn't fully wrapped his head around yet, but it was a depressing thought. Another one for the ever-growing list of course.

"Anyway, this doesn't mean you need to stop coming over. It's bad enough I need to watch another lawyer handle your cases. If you start hanging out with them more, I'll be heartbroken."

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@hiredassault cont. from◞ ♡⭒

Her every move was a mix of appraisal && caution; how her footwork was a SILENT symphony of precision and determination. Every step she took on the rain soaked rooftop seemed LETHAL --- it was as if she could read the very rhythm of the night , a rare and DANGEROUS skill that left him with a grudging respect for the quiet, skillful efficiency she embodied. The PURSUIT had been a blur of rain soaked buildings and fractured staircase--- a relentless sprint that led him to this cold, isolated rooftop. Floyd's heart pounded in sync with the POUNDING rain. The neon glow && echoing drips of water merged into a grim soundtrack, framing the rooftop as the inevitable stage for tonight's SHOWDOWN. The former marine turned mercenary recalled the weight of RESPONSIBILITY that had once compelled him to play a vigilante, only to be betrayed by the very system he had vowed to serve. Now, the transformation from vigilant avenger to a cold, calculated assassin had left him with scars DEEPER than any bullet wound. The determination in his eyes masked a quiet resignation: that no MATTER how far he'd fallen, the line between duty && retribution was drawn in the unerring click of a trigger.

Floyd sighed tilting his head. "You sure you wanna do this the hard way, Red?" His voice was calm, almost amused but there was an edge beneath it; he flexed his fingers around the grip of his GUNS watching for the slightest twitch in her muscles. A challenge, a DECISION, a reason to fire. He could already see it --- the way this would unfold.

One marine did not equal another. Knowing FRANK didn't give her the upper hand on Deadshot. Frank was renown for his precise aim and single-shot accuracy, but so was the man in front of her. Rain pattered off his outfit and head gear, the altering sounds forming the exact outline of his stance in her mind. Even though it was a cacophony of sound shrouding everything, she loved the rain for this exact purpose.

He couldn't understand. Without sight, even with enhanced senses, every way was the hard way.

Her face tilted to side, only a few inches, positioning her ear in center at the sound of leather shifting as his gloved hands flexed against the worn grips of more than one handgun. She'd already smelled the cold metal of bullets in stored magazines in their chase across the rooftops.

What would Natasha advise . . . the BEST way to combat someone with range expertise was limiting space. Matt did it with Bullseye && Frank --- narrowing down to their reliance on hand to hand combat.

"I don't think with you there's any other way, is there?"

Darting to the side, she had to achieve two moves at once. The first was bringing up her left billy club in front of her face to block whatever shot he would surely fire the moment her movement was more than conversational. The motion crossed her arm over her chest, relying on her suit or arm to block the bullet if its DESTINY was her heart.

Second: the age old tactic --- aim where the target would be, not where it was. The second billy club flew from her right hand through the slick rain, angled to the calculated target of where his armed hand would settle when he drew his weapon. She assumed right was his dominant hand, but he was surely ambidextrous, at least with weapons.

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@heroicpaths cont. from the obvious

She was right— as he gently ran his fingers across her recently acquired stitches on her side, he had to admit it had made some decent progress on the healing front, though he still wasn't too happy about it. There wasn't much he could do, as much as he hated seeing Milla injured. He knew her too well to hope he could change her mind at all.

"I guess I should've warned you that being Daredevil comes with a lifetime of injuries guarantee," He joked as if she didn't know that already from the number of injuries he'd come home with over the years. "And not that I listen to that sort of advice, but you should really rest until that's fully healed. I promise I can handle things on my own for a couple of days until then."

Milla inhaled quickly even though the touch was ever-gentle, holding her breath and letting it out slowly. even without the sensitivity that makes cotton feels like sandpaper, his fingertips were calloused. Like a guitarist's against metal strings or a boxer without proper wraps — different lives he could have lived instead of the true reason. Milla didn't mind the touch, so long as it was from Matt.

"You didn't have to warn me," she smiled, "I knew what I signed up for, from the first day I went to your office." She held her hand over the curve of stiches; they seemed past the point of ripping if she was too active, "Mhm, throwing stone in a glass house, Matthew. Is 'handling things on your own' in or out of the suit?"