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Being New York's district attorney meant Foggy's job was to bring the city's criminals to justice. It was a position he never truly expected to achieve, but a responsibility he took seriously nonetheless. So how did he find himself working with Spider-Woman, the city's most notorious vigilante, and constant thorn in his side? And why was there a masked man staying in his apartment?

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Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thank you @udekai for the tag! :D <3 1. It was a joke, really, but it had stuck, the scribbled make do policy for the vampires living in Hell’s Kitchen. (Juice Boxes Filled With Blood)

2. Something was up with Matt. (A Lie In Juxtaposition)

3. Foggy couldn’t help but take a few pictures of Matt, somehow managing to capture the first time he attempted, and succeeded, a small jump, a grin splitting across his face as he landed. (A River Under Starlit Sky)

4. It made a change, to be in such a position that they could afford to close up the shop for a few weeks, and actually enjoy their Christmas. (A Cabin Under Starlit Sky)

5. Certain phrases were banned in certain circles. (Banned Phrases)

6. There were few and far places to hide in Hell’s Kitchen in a snowstorm like this. (Home's Long Since Lost (We're Not Getting There))

7. The bells rang out, and in their matching suits they left the church, their closest friends and family following them. ("Til Death Do We Part)

8. It happened so quickly. (Take my pride, take my life, take my body but don't take the ones that I love)

9. They’d both drawn a line under their past. (A Cut String Of Fate)

10. Something had changed in the city. (You know it breaks my heart in half, in half)

Hmm. Lots of scene setting first sentences, and half of them tiny short!

Tagging @42donotpanic, @amazing-spiderling, @blissful-thinker, @auofgoldandfantasies and anybody else! <3

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I gotta bring back this memory of Otter Matt from the amazing @blissful-thinker, LOOK AT HIS FACE HE'S AN ABSOLUTE MENACE

Fanart of @pomegranate-belle’s fic “Matt Murdock, Otterney at Law” for the 2023 DDE prompt fest hosted by @daredevilexchange. Art is also on AO3 here.

Otter Matt is an adorable menace.

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Thanks for the recs!!! :D AMAZING FICS IN HERE GO READ THEM ALL!! AND ART!

come get your dragons

A rec!

Multiple recs, even, for Matt and Foggy and dragons. I was in the mood for some dragons + my guys, and when I went looking I found multiple fabulous fics!

To start, Self-Fulfilling Prophecies by 94BottlesOfSnapple/@pomegranate-belle

No one gets kidnapped by dragons anymore. No one but Foggy Nelson, apparently. Well, ok, he's determined NOT to be kidnapped by a dragon, it's fine, people dodge prophecies all the time, right? Right. It's fine.

Foggy stays in the city, gets a drop-dead gorgeous best friend, graduates law school, and otherwise distracts himself from his impending doom.

It's great! Dragon!Matt is wonderful, and the growth of Foggy and Matt's relationship and the depth of feelings between them is such a sweet read. I love the addition of Matt being a dragon to the canon Daredevil universe.

There's also some stupendous art by neonbrutalism/@neonbrutalism with a pretty dragon!Matt and a delightful grumpy Foggy. And! There's a super interesting prequel remix, Prophecies (What's Left Remix), by Fluffypanda/@ayapandagirl that dives into Matt's side of things.

For the second, I would like to recommend More Precious Than Gold also by 94BottlesOfSnapple/@pomegranate-belle

Six months was not a long time, in the life of a dragon. But 180 days was much more significant for a human, and Matt felt… He felt like doing something to celebrate; to show Foggy how much having him in it had changed Matt’s life.

This is a sweet and fluffy fic with a dragon!Matt in a fantasy setting. It's so darling, like a fluffy baby kitten of a fic.

For the third, there is the adorable A Nocturnal Adventure by MissMoochy/@missmoochy

Foggy has the best friend in the world. A secret friend. A dragon.

How can I not adore Matt and Foggy as childhood friends, but also Matt's a dragon? Moochy has managed to combine the cute and the sad perfectly.

And I would like to also also recommend Your Heart Is Where Treasure Resides by StripedScribe/@stripedscribe and MissMoochy/@missmoochy

Tonight as usual, the clouds hung low and heavy around the streets, the spire of the church hidden from view. He didn’t look anymore, the habit of a child of looking for the dragon had long since faded out of excitement. It had almost always been too cloudy, but on the days it wasn’t, he’d always seen the dragon, perched in its same position. A well trained pair of kids' binoculars could pick out the details, eyes closed in a slumber, and the tip of a horn damaged by the elements.

No longer a child, Foggy found himself walking the streets late at night, with his dog. A sudden scare, and she was spooked, running blindly into an open doorway

He wasn’t expecting to find her caught between the claws of a dragon. A low breath escaped from his mouth, as the heavy head of the creature swung to look at him. Eyes that didn’t seem to meet his own, but at the same time looked right through him, instantly seeming to weigh his soul.

This is a very cool take on dragon!Matt where he's an urban legend of Hell's Kitchen. There's a wonderfully foreboding atmosphere, as befitting finding out that a tale told to children to scare them into behaving is actually real.

Then there's also The nights are lovely, dark and deep (But I'll appear when you're asleep) by StripedScribe/@stripedscribe

The air was crisp, the creep of autumn winds swirling leaves around the feet of the people of Hell’s Kitchen. They walked with hurried steps, faces muffled by scarves, hands held deep in pockets to avoid the chill. It would only get colder, they warned each other, pulling a hat further down, standing in queue for a cafe in search of a warming drink. Children, out of school for the weekend, dragged parents along in search of the ideal halloween costume, infectious laughter warming those around them.

In a city this large, the missing would stay missing and no one would know any better. They had to feed their Mother, quiet the rumbling beneath the ground that grew whenever She was hungry. They were Her children after all, and none would hesitate when it came to throwing the latest victim down to Her open maw.

This is an ideal fic if you're in a spooky mood. The tension from start to finish as the plot unspools is exquisite.

And for my final recommendation of Matt + Foggy + dragons, On the Anti-Magical Properties of Danny Rand's Bathtub Moonshine by neonbrutalism/@neonbrutalism

Nobody had escaped unscathed from whatever the hell stupid magic had struck Manhattan. They weren’t sure what had happened, but the result was that some strange fantasy nonsense had washed over the city, and now, everything that used to be Manhattan had become total Dungeons & Dragons bullshit.

Not that anyone but Matt and Foggy seemed to notice.

This is fun! Fun fantasy, fun plot, and fun Matt and Foggy team-up. And I happen to think the ending is fun as well!

All of these works are fantastic. I loved reading all of them, and I hope others do as well. <3

(Also, shout-out to the Nonhuman MattFoggy AUs Bookmark Collection for making it so easy to find these fics. Thank you, Pom, for all your hard work and organization skills! <3)

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Out of context sad blorbos

@seaglassxng gave me a sad quote about my guy, and it spiralled from there.

 "I've never known Moss to love anyone less because they didn't love him."

He loved his family. Of course he did. 

Loved them all his childhood, even if he felt a little less loved by them day after day, as time and energy was spent on those who they’d singled out to achieve more. And they said a mother couldn’t have favourites, but she watched how she helped Blackberry come into his magic. How Hawthorn had all the support to fight and grow stronger. And yet they wouldn’t let him touch a weapon. He who knew he was small, and he wasn’t built for a fighter, didn’t have a natural magic for wizardry or sorcery, but could be something more like a ranger, a rogue, a scout. Someone built for travelling and fighting and helping. And protecting. 

He sat at night sometimes, when the older members were on watch, peering out of the tent he shared with the other kits. Helping, or at least trying to. Learning what they did, how they worked to protect their family. To look in the candlelight, and the flickering flames of a campfire, and try and see into the darkness. 

Even when they abandoned him. He truly honestly believed it was because they loved him. Because they wanted the best for him. To grow up and be stronger and better and braver for having done it alone, with different mentors, and it was a way of life. 

It took him a long time to work out that they didn’t really love him back. That he’d been a burden, and a problem. As he told strangers his story and played up his youth for the hope of a better standing, they looked at him with pity and then spoke with anger about his family. If he saw his parents again, he sorta felt as though he’d still want to speak to them. That he would still love them. He couldn’t imagine himself filled with hate. They were just a feature of the past. A chapter long since underlined, and he’d still hold space for them in his heart. Weeks passed through to months, as the seasons changed. 

In the towns and villages he called home for a brief while, there was the brief joy of companionship. Of strangers to share space with, the same faces around a table at meal times. Families who opened their doors to him in exchange for work, a spare room if he’d defend their flock, if he’d work on their farm. If he could spend his nights keeping watch over a town, for the monsters that lurked in the night. 

And it wasn’t that he was pushed away as much anymore, but more the chatter became too much. That too many eyes were on the young kit without a family in sight. That he’d feel the unease of roots settled far too long, that for all his childhood he’d never been able to settle, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to now, even if it was his choice to make now. A season here and there, and then he was moving onto something else. Something different. Nights spent sharing a campfire with strangers, people heading in the same direction, stories that wouldn’t be told of why they were all alone, but instead the simple companionship. 

Learning skills from these strangers, how to use a longbow, one bought to aid him in his journey, even if he’d prefer the weight of a hand axe or dagger as a weapon. Properly learning how to take a watch, how to peer into the darkness and keep the people around him safe. Holding their trust, and they in turn holding his, for as little time as they spent together. 

Finally being old enough to be seen as an adult, and able to spend time in taverns, somewhere to watch the people around him and learn more. Wondering why he didn’t feel the love that romantics seemed to. A couple in the corner and he looked away as they leant in for a kiss. He was still small. Still too small but he hadn’t grown in a long while. This was it, all 3 feet of him, even as an adult being mistaken for a kit. Sitting on a tavern stool trying to persuade the innkeeper he was old enough to drink. Sometimes persuading someone else to buy them for him, when he was tired of the fuss and in a new town. 

And then there was Kehaar. Who was a little bit like him. Who’d been pushed in the same way like him, out of a family too big that should have been kind. They latched onto each other, like sinking ships, both only a few years into being adults, and still trying to find a place in their world. As much as Moss was from the material plane, he’d never really felt like he’d belonged anywhere, still with the generational trauma of running from the feywild and something nobody spoke about. And Kehaar forced down from the Plane of Air, crash landing in a stranger's world. Both wandering, and waiting, and hoping for some sense of purpose to be given to them. 

And he loved him. It was a long time since he’d felt a sort of love for someone like this. More than just the relief of companionship on an empty night. Love that is strong enough to make him want to settle roots for the first time in a long time, to carve out a more permanent place to live rather than survive. 

He knew Kehaar longed for more. To learn more, of how to handle his magic, how to be a wizard, and that those answers weren’t in a town like this. He hid the grief and the sadness as they packed his bags, and as Kehaar flew off into the sky towards Candlekeep. 

As more and more time passed, and he didn’t hear from Kehaar, his heart shattered, for being abandoned and forgotten about again. That people would always find something or someone better, and that maybe the brief time they’d spent together had meant nothing. 

It took him some time to come to terms with it. For him to pack up, and start walking, an aimless journey that still led to Candlekeep. He loved Kehaar. And he had to know properly if he’d truly stopped loving him back, if he couldn’t afford to send a letter, or anything. 

Kehaar had promised. He’d promised to write, and Moss had checked the mail every day, and every day it remained empty. For a while, he hadn’t wanted to leave, that one day there would be a letter, or Kehaar would appear in the sky. If he left, he wasn’t sure Kehaar would be able to find him again. 

If he even wanted to. Perhaps he’d found something better. Someone better. Moss would hold a space in his heart for him, just in case. But months was too long of a time to hold out much hope. And the pitying faces were back, now he was on his own, and those around him knew he’d been abandoned. Best to strike out and continue all he was good for as being a wanderer. As being alone. 

He left, his bag over his back, in search of some new purpose. His feet gradually taking him closer to Candlekeep, the distance far and the miles unfamiliar. In his mind, he still battled with whether Kehaar would even want him. If the distance had been nothing more than an excuse. 

If he’d simply been abandoned again. Left to fend for himself. At least he was an adult now. 

He found more strangers on the way, more people heading to Candlekeep, and it gave him some sense of purpose. To help someone else’s adventure, even if his heart wasn’t really invested in his own. Crammed into a boat probably too small for the three of them, dwarfed by the height of a satyr and half-elf. 

He’d expected it to be brief. He didn’t have space to be broken again, they were simply strangers on a common cause. 

And then their names were branded on his heart, and he loved them. Wanted to protect them, and they all wanted to protect each other, not leaving the others alone. As adventure after adventure befell them, and his mind drifted from why he was truly here. 

Ignored why he was really here. Because surely he’d done his work. If Kehaar was in fact even here, he’d hear of him. He’d find him. 

And then there was a vision, and Willabuck and Cyrus were holding him and comforting him and they were so *so* certain Kehaar was dead. He didn’t feel like he’d be the same again. Maybe he should have done more. Maybe he should have been faster.

Maybe this was all his fault. 

They had a mission. He could throw his soul into that, into helping the others, and find out what happened to Kehaar later. Work out if the world is still spinning. 

If he was useful he was worth keeping around. Worth trying to nurture this love that grew in his heart for these strangers turned acquaintances. 

And then there was Rushika, and he was alone and scared and he should have never been alone and he felt like a child again and he was pinned down and-

And he was a were-rat now. 

And he was going to be abandoned again because he was dangerous and he couldn’t control it and who would want something like him around them. 

He couldn’t really believe that they still wanted to help him. That they were talking of curing it, of managing it, and his mind and his heart warred with each other. That they’d let him stay in the party, and they’d continue their missions, and they’d start new ones, and they’d deal with the full moon when it got to it. 

It came. And he hurt Cyrus. And when he heard of what he’d done, he was surprised he’d even been allowed to wake up again. 

The journey to the abandoned city was a pure fight with his thoughts. Alone, scared, his waking hours were spent keeping watch of his friends, and he was thankful for the daylight but terrified of the night. Hating that the time they could spend together was brief, because they needed their rest to deal with the nighttimes. 

And that even when the full moon was over, they were still in it. Still spending their nights dealing with a were-rat. Dealing with him. Dealing with a burden. Kehaar was dead. 

At least he could be of some use. Could spill the limited magic he had into keeping Willabuck upright, that with lycanthropy came immunities and he wasn’t having to heal himself as much. 

Could sacrifice himself to keep them safe. To know they were locked in a room, and that they had hunters traps guarding their entrances, and he was simply about to add to the danger in the castle. Even as he tried to face down a ratking (had it even been about to attack or had he simply assumed?) leaving him broken and bloody and limping downstairs. 

Because if it was going to kill him he’d take it away from the people he loved and give them the best chance for survival. He’d rather martyr himself than risk hurting them. At least he wouldn’t know about it, as the lycanthropy took over and he lost himself to the darkness again.

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Crawls into the WIP Warriors group sobbing and crying.

So, I still haven't finished the last challenge. Those words are going to be added to this one...

50 words per vote this time (I may have been over ambitious before, previous words votes still hold their value)

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Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Daredevil (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Matt Murdock/Franklin “Foggy” Nelson Characters: Matt Murdock, Franklin “Foggy” Nelson Additional Tags: Vampires, Major Character Undeath, they all live in the end, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blood, Blood Drinking, Murder, Feral Behavior, Temporary Character Death Summary:

Foggy was dying. And it wasn’t supposed to ever happen like this.

And there were vampires in Hell’s Kitchen. And maybe they would interfere, and maybe they would help and save and rescue.

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For the WIP Tag Game, something about "KAC - Ten Years Later"? <3

The barest of planning for this one at the moment, but a what if the kid he showed his face to way back when grew up and put two and two together. 10 years later, kid would be a teenager, probably young enough to not realise the consequence of revealing Matt's identity, but old enough to recognise him. Sees a picture of the lawyer on the news, says to [somebody], thats the guy that saved me. Starts a man-hunt for Matt, or public identity reveal leading to his death, undecided on that end part still

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Hi!

Tell me about Love, please!

(Is there a song that goes like this? Probably)

(There should be a song that goes like this...)

Hi! (probably? ajkdjakd)

so, Love is an original fic I'm trying (help) to write! In which the main character wakes up and it has lost all of its memories, due to an accident. It's going to be horror/creepy adjacent as the character learns what's happened to it.

It's chest rose with breath, and it looked down at the stranger (friend?) in front of it.

"You've been sleeping a while. I'm glad you're awake again."

"Who?" It didn't recognise its own voice. It didn't belong to it. "Who?"

Who was it. Who was the person in front of it.

"Who am I? Oh, my love. I'm s̸̢̜͖͖͔͈̫͖̤͖̼̩͐̃̒̓̌̊̆͒́͜ơ̶͉̙̭̜͙̮̠͆̅̀͑̑̀̚̚͝͝ͅm̴̨̛̲̼̲̮͚̲͙͇͉̳̬͋̽͗̽͑̾͊̿̒̇̎̀͑͌͜ȩ̸̛̛̩͇͖̺̤͚̙͋͌̓̑̋͒ǫ̵̫̠̪̻͚̻͕͍̳̝̿͗̓̃͌͐̆͊̈̈́̕̚͝͝n̶̨̛͕͈̩̯̗͆͊̔̒͊́̔͝ë̷̥̜̘́͒̿͗̈́̒̕͘͝."

The name was meaningless. Lost immediately. "Love." It felt like a name.

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Immortal Matt AU?

AKA, how many times can I kill Matt in one fic and it not count! A snippet for you <3

“I was 9.” Matt’s voice broke a little more, losing its strength and reminding Foggy of the young child he once was. “Recently blinded and fighting against infection and chemicals trying to claim my life. The truck that took my sight should have killed me too, and everyone around me knew that. The Father from my church had visited more times than was simply polite, and I’d heard him praying for something to save me.”

He took a breath. “There was a nurse, and I asked her one day, if dying hurt. If I should be scared. They stopped reassuring me I would be okay after that, and told me it would just be like falling asleep. It was comforting, to know that it would be over soon. That although I wasn’t in pain, that there were enough drugs in my system to not feel anything, that I would still be out of the confines of the hospital soon. I’d long since known there was something wrong, something that was going to stop me from healing. I was slowly getting worse, slowly enough no one else could notice, but I could feel it eating me from the inside out.” He looked up, and his blank eyes were wet with tears. In this dappled light, Foggy could see the scars that spider-webbed around his eyes, faint and white and invisible to those not looking for them. “They never said what, never really knew what the chemicals were, and what they were doing- what they had done to me.”

“Granted you immortality.”

“I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.”

“For now, with your activities, I’d say a blessing. But down the line?” His voice trailed away, “You’re going to outlive me.”

“Unless it runs out.”

“Matty.”

“We can’t know. I can’t know. What if one time I just don’t wake up? What if I get so used to just dying that I forget to try and avoid it, what if there’s an invisible counter ticking away each and every death and one day it’ll run out on me. On you.”

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WIP Tag Game

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @42donotpanic! Thanks fren!

Somehow, mostly through the power of WIP Warriors, this list is shrinking!

Immortal Matt AU

MerMatt3

Love

Secret Satan (No asks for this one is sicrit) Kill A Character Bingo (Megadoc, will list fics actually started/planned below)

KAC - Bucketlist

KAC - Ten Years Later

KAC - Canon Compliant Pet Bingo (Megadoc, no fics planned currently)

Tagging @ravenmold, @missmoochy, @udekai, @blissful-thinker, @seaglassxng, @feenyxblue, @inkforhumanhands

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Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Daredevil (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Matt Murdock/Franklin “Foggy” Nelson Characters: Matt Murdock, Franklin “Foggy” Nelson Additional Tags: Vampires, Major Character Undeath, they all live in the end, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blood, Blood Drinking, Murder, Feral Behavior, Temporary Character Death Summary:

Foggy was dying. And it wasn’t supposed to ever happen like this.

And there were vampires in Hell’s Kitchen. And maybe they would interfere, and maybe they would help and save and rescue.

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Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Daredevil (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Matt Murdock/Franklin “Foggy” Nelson Characters: Matt Murdock, Franklin “Foggy” Nelson Additional Tags: Vampires, Major Character Undeath, they all live in the end, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blood, Blood Drinking, Murder, Feral Behavior, Temporary Character Death Summary:

Foggy was dying. And it wasn’t supposed to ever happen like this.

And there were vampires in Hell’s Kitchen. And maybe they would interfere, and maybe they would help and save and rescue.

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Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Daredevil (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Matt Murdock/Franklin "Foggy" Nelson Characters: Matt Murdock, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson Additional Tags: Vampires, Major Character Undeath, they all live in the end, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blood, Blood Drinking, Murder, Feral Behavior, Temporary Character Death Summary:

Foggy was dying. And it wasn't supposed to ever happen like this.

And there were vampires in Hell's Kitchen. And maybe they would interfere, and maybe they would help and save and rescue.

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7, 8 and 9 for the AO3 Writers Wrapped Ask Game?

7. Share a line/paragraph/snippet that you were especially proud of from a work this year!

8. What's your favorite work you posted this past year?

Already answered 7&8 over here!

9. What are you most proud of accomplishing in your writing goals this past year?

I feel as though my writing has grown over the past year, I might have written less but there's more depth in it now. More pain. I didn't really set out at the start of the year with many goals, I've more changed to just taking what happens with fandom! Used to torture myself too much with giving myself word limits I had to reach.