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42donotpanic · 4 months

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FIC WRITING REVIEW 2023

Thank you @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for coming up with this!

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

(I just copied @voiceoffenrisulfr who copied @foxywrites thank you both for tagging me <3)

Before we start I want to note that I hope to post 6 more fics this year and make it to 100 posted works before 2024 ^^

Words and Fics

335,338 words published in 2023

70 fics worked on

62 completed fics

most productive month: July with 74,045 words

monthly words average: 27,945 words

Top 5 Pairings

Clint Barton/Matt Murdock [16]

James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton [13]

Matt Murdock/Franklin "Foggy" Nelson [6]

Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier [6]

James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark [6]

Top 5 by Comments

Purple and Red; all the same to me (AUgust Writing Challenge 2023) - 78

The quiet life - 17

Building a Relationship - 14

Safe Place - 13

3 Times Matt's date didn't take his blindness well (+1 where it wasn't the biggest surprise that night) - 6

Top 5 by Kudos

3 Times Matt's date didn't take his blindness well (+1 where it wasn't the biggest surprise that night) - 255

Couch already taken - 208

The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and The Protector - 146

Daredevil: The Man with Trauma - 131

Fuck Ninjas - 122

Top 5 by Hits

The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and The Protector - 2,251

3 Times Matt's date didn't take his blindness well (+1 where it wasn't the biggest surprise that night) - 1,725

Purple and Red; all the same to me (AUgust Writing Challenge 2023) - 1,724

Coming Untouched - 1,722

Building a Relationship - 1,529

Fandom Events in 2023

For this part, I'm only adding in Bingos that I was able to get a bingo/blackout for If you want to know more feel free to check out my masterlists in my pinned post <3

Bingos

[5/9] Any Fandom LGBTQ Bingo - Bingo

[5/5] July Break Flash Bingo - Black out

[9/9] July Break Mini Bingo - Black out

[25/25] July Break Bingo - Black out

[15/25] Marvel Rare Pair Bingo Round 1/2 - Bingo

[6/25] Masturbation Midsummer Bingo - DNF

[13/25] WinterIron Bingo - Bingo

[9/9] Writers Pride Month Bingo - Black out

Writing Challenge's

[30/30] Slash Mulitverse Daily Pride Prompts

[31/31] AU-gust Writing Challenge 2023

[5/31] Flufftober 2023

Upcoming Plans

Fic's I'm hoping to continue/complete next year:

[Clint/Bucky] Soul Marks and Metal Arms

[Clint/Natasha] To see the Bruises

[Matt/Foggy] Learning to Live again

[Clint/Bucky] Now I wear my scars just like Tattoos

[Clint/Rhodey] Bring them back (to get you back)

[Clint & Matt] Who even am I?!

[Clint/Matt] Hawkdevil AU

[Clint/Bucky] Domestic WinterHawk AU

[Clint/Matt] Building a Relationship

Writing Reflection

After I got back into writing fic this year it was something I really enjoyed all throughout this year. I discovered a bunch of fun challenges and servers, met many lovely people (sadly all online) and learned a lot. I have hyperfocused a lot, especially in the summer and I collected a boatload of prompts I would like to fill in the coming year.

I have a lot of fics already planned for the next year. There will be a lot of feels, fluff and angst/whump alike and I hope I can keep the run I had this year going.

A big thank you to everyone who supported me along the way, be it with ducking/spaghettiing fic ideas, sprinting with me, participating in challenges, commenting, sharing or even just reading and liking my fics. You folks mean the world to me and I love every single one of you. Take care and remember, as long as you do what you love you get a good grade in fandom <3

Tagging: @stripedscribe @ravenmold @endlesstwanted and everyone who wants to participate (totally not a cop-out because I lost track of my tumblr, no)

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fluentmoviequoter · 6 months

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I've been trying to think of more Victor prompts, so I looked at whump prompts bc that's my favourite type of fics, and I feel like this could work for him. Like, he gets injured and turns off the pain so by the time the danger passes he forgets about it, and its not visible like external bleeding so others notice. Could be internal bleeding or head injury? If you can make something out of my rambling that would be impressive lol

I've never clicked on a request faster. I love this! I think I understand what you're asking for and hope I did it justice! I went with a concussion because it's internal but not too severe, since he can't go to the hospital or anything. I'm not sure how I feel about this, so if you want me to change anything or rewrite I can. Please let me know what you think and keep the Victor requests coming!!🤍

Warnings: spoilers for Vicious, concussion + descriptions of symptoms, detailed fight (inspired by the hallway fight scene in Daredevil), I think it can be read as platonic or romantic (the ending leans a little more romantic but I think it still works either way), fluff, and a brief Batman reference.

Word Count: 1.9k+ words

A/N: I imagine this takes place after Vengeful, but I don't think there's anything specific to place it there. I love writing for Victor and feel like I'm getting a little better at capturing him; he's a complex character but so much fun to write for! I'm working on a few fics for other characters, but to be completely honest, Victor requests will probably jump the line. I hope you enjoy this and please let me know what you think!

Masterlist Directory | Victor Vale Masterlist | Request Info (OPEN)

I Forgot

“Sneaking into a corporate building this size cannot be a good idea, Vic,” you point out. “There will be private security, cameras, everything you can imagine times ten.”

“Mitch is hacking the security system, and I can manipulate the pain of the guards so they never even see us, all of which will give us time to get the information we need,” Victor responds, not looking up from the blueprints on the table.

“Why is this a three-person job again? If it’s that easy, you and Mitch can do it.”

“It’s easier for him to focus on the guards and let you get the intel,” Mitch explains.

“Yeah, he’s not a great multi-tasker,” Sydney adds.

“We can’t all have the brain capacity and speed of a twelve-year-old girl,” Victor calls over his shoulder. He looks at you to say, “I need you in there. Are you in?”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose as you stand behind him, looking over his shoulder. You ask, “Where are we getting in?”

The corner of Victor’s mouth raises nearly imperceptibly, the closest thing you’ve ever seen to a smile, before pointing to a side entrance.

“This is the fire escape door. Mitch will hack their system, disable its alarm, and we’ll be in,” Victor says, dragging his finger across the blueprint as he outlines a route to the server room. “Most of the security guards will be patrolling the outside, and we’ll hit during their shift change. Mitch got their schedules, and we know when the optimal time is. Less guards and less ground covered by them.”

“Seems easy enough.”

“I know.”

“Sarcasm, Vic,” you and Mitch say together.

Victor looks at you and rolls his eyes before mouthing, “I know.”

“Alright, Mr. Pre-Med, if you know everything, tell me what happens if you don’t see one of the guards and they take a shot at us.”

“I turn the pain off, and we keep going.”

“Bleed out, got it,” you mumble under your breath.

“Getting shot hurts,” Sydney adds.

“You don’t say,” Victor quips.

You and Sydney look at each other and smile.

“This is why I never make jokes.” Victor sighs.

“Sorry, Vic. Go over it one more time?”

He shows you the route again and points to the areas most likely to have security and personnel presence.

“And if someone calls the police and they surround the building?” you ask.

“We do what we do best,” Victor replies.

✯✯✯✯✯

“You’re clear,” Mitch says. A mechanism above the door clicks as the alarm disconnects and it unlocks.

“Where did you get these earpieces?” you ask, following Victor through the fire escape door.

“iSpy.com,” Mitch answers.

“Focus,” Victor snaps, looking over his shoulder at you.

You nod, stopping behind him as he looks around a corner.

“There are three guards down there,” Victor says.

Two clear thuds sound and Victor signals for you to follow him. When you step out behind Victor, you glance to the left and see three grown men curled up in pain, rocking back and forth in the fetal position. Victor drops two more guards, who never see either of you, before putting his hand out and stopping you.

“There’s someone else here,” he whispers.

“No heat signatures on the security feed's infrared,” Mitch states, clicking sounds echoing in your earpiece.

“Any idea where they are?” you ask.

Victor shakes his head and looks over your shoulder before looking the other way.

“Let me go first, the server room is right around the corner. I’ll let you know if there’s anyone in there. Otherwise, keep everyone out,” you suggest.

He hesitates before nodding, watching you walk past him and silently open the door, signaling that the room is empty before slipping inside. Before he can register the sound of footsteps or a door opening, someone wraps an arm around his neck. Victor pulls the arm, twisting the man in front of him before slamming him against the opposite wall.

Two more guards enter the hallway, and Victor tries to turn their pain dials but gets distracted by the man in his arms. Turning to his right, he shoves the first guard into the second and brings his elbow down on the wrist of the third as he pulls his gun.

Grunting, he imagines the dial but loses it again when a hand grips his shoulder. Pulling the wrist over his arm, he flips the guard and takes a deep breath. All three men gasp before crying out in pain. Victor smirks as he stands over them, oblivious to the alert being sent to all of the security guards in the building.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Mitch, what am I even looking for?” you ask, bypassing the password screen as Mitch lets you into the system. “And why can't you do this remotely?”

“Their system won’t allow internal downloads, someone has to download it to a destination outside of their network. Since I’m tapped into the network, you’ll have to put it on the external drive I gave you. The file should say something like ‘Eli Project’ or ‘Project Eli,’ if Vic’s information is right.”

“Got it. How’s Victor doing?”

“Looks like he’s dropping bodies as usual.”

You hum as you click through the files in the central server. You trust Victor, but companies publish false information to catch hackers and preserve trade secrets. His intel may be wrong. No file names match the criteria; the word ‘Eli’ isn’t in any of the files you view.

“Victor’s never been wrong before?” you ask.

“Rarely.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor pulls a gun from a guard before slamming the handle down on his forehead. Panting, he stands and increases everyone’s pain, smirking as several pass out from the intensity. A gloved hand meets the side of his neck, and before he sees his attacker to debilitate them, his head is shoved into the concrete wall beside him.

“Unnecessary,” Victor says through gritted teeth.

He pushes back against the hand on his neck, turning to see the guard. After the initial impact, his head starts to hurt, a feeling he isn’t used to anymore, so he decides to turn it off and keep everyone away from you. As he turns, Victor sees the man swing his fist toward Victor’s head. Victor slips forward and turns his own pain down. Remembering where you are, he directs increased pain to every person in the building, even as he feels his control slipping.

✯✯✯✯✯

“I found it!” you cheer, dragging the files to download onto Mitch’s hard drive. “It’s an acronym.”

“For?” Mitch asks, clicking on his keyboard as he watches the files disappear from the company’s database.

“I feel like Batman,” you say quietly before answering, “Elevated Lexiconary Information Studies E-O. It is Eli. Although, no one would study e-words all the way through o-words in the same go, they should have thought that through better.”

“Focus,” Mitch reminds you.

“Right, sorry. Two to go… And we’re done. Thanks a million, Alfred!”

You can almost hear Mitch shake his head before requesting, “Get Victor out of there without causing too much permanent damage, would you?”

“That’s what I do best.”

You step out into the hallway and press your back against the wall when you don’t see Victor. He is supposed to be in sight and give you a signal that all is clear. Your eyes widen when you notice how many unconscious guards litter the hall. Victor isn’t in sight, but you hear footsteps and pained screams around the corner. Stepping carefully over each guard, you slowly walk to the corner and stop, watching Victor bend over and take a few deep breaths before standing.

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor’s control slips, a phenomenon that hasn’t happened since he first learned to control and use his ability. Several guards begin to stand as Victor gets dizzy and nearly forgets what he’s supposed to be doing. He hears your voice, talking to Mitch in his earpiece, and his head clears enough to regain control, flooring most of the guards before looking down the hallway in anticipation of the next round of reinforcements. They scream as he turns the dial too high, too fast, and he bends forward as his head spins and the light grows too bright, making him sick to his stomach.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Victor?” you ask, stepping into the same hallway corridor.

Victor turns toward you but doesn’t look up. You repeat his name, and his eyes narrow like he’s unsure who you are or where he is. Stepping toward him and reaching out, you try to figure out what’s wrong with him. He slurs something before falling forward, and you can’t catch him before he hits the floor.

Dropping to your knees beside him, you hold his head and neck still as you look around. No one is moving, the guards still seeming to be in pain.

“Mitch?” you ask.

“What happened? I’ve got one of the cameras up. That didn’t look good.”

“I don’t know, he just collapsed. He looked confused. Mitch, what do I do?”

Mitch answers that he’s on his way as Victor opens his eyes and looks at you, straining against your hands as he views you upside-down.

“If he hit his head, we shouldn’t move him, Mitch.”

You look at Victor and notice he’s regained consciousness.

“Hey. Are you okay?”

“Debatable,” he answers. “But good enough to get out of here. Let’s go.”

He numbs the pain again, ignoring you as you argue with him that he shouldn't move and ask him if he hit his head. Focusing on your voice helps, but he’s still dizzy, nauseous, and slightly disoriented. You meet Mitch at the fire escape door and help Victor before you climb into the car, exhaling as you allow your shoulders to drop. Sitting in the backseat together, you turn in your seat to talk to Victor.

“And just when were you going to tell me about your head? Before or after you collapsed in the hallway?” you ask.

“I forgot,” he answers.

“You forgot?”

“I forgot.”

“Mitch, take us to my place, please,” you ask, looking into Victor’s eyes as you speak. “I think you have a concussion, Vic.”

“You have a place?” he asks.

“I’m the only one not posted everywhere as a missing child or wanted for escaping prison. I figured one of us should have a place to land.”

Victor nods, blinking slowly before his eyes close again.

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor groans as he wakes up. “Did Mitch run over me?” he asks.

“No, he did carry you inside after saving you in his car, though. You have a concussion, a fairly severe one based on the scene in the hallway. Want to tell me what happened?”

He sits up slowly, looking around the dark, unfamiliar room. “Where are we?”

“My place. Keep that ice on your head.”

Victor presses the ice pack to his head.

“So, what happened?”

“One of the guards came up behind me. I didn’t see him, so I couldn’t stop him. He slammed my head into the wall.”

“And you thought, ‘it’s probably fine, I won’t tell anyone?’”

“I turned off the pain and forgot,” Victor says, shrugging.

“You forgot,” you repeat, chuckling quietly.

“I can’t see you.”

“Yeah, light is bad for concussions. So is noise, so I’m going to give you a little time to rest. Sydney wants to come check on you when you feel better; let me know when you’re up for some company.”

As you near the door, preparing to give him some privacy and silence, he whispers, “Thank you.”

You freeze, not used to hearing Victor Vale express gratitude. Even though he can’t see you, you smile at him.

“You’re welcome. And it’s only because it’s you.”

Victor’s chuckle follows you out of the room, and his subsequent calls for help - and company - are nowhere near the inconvenience he seems to think they are.

#victor vale x reader #victor vale #vicious ve schwab #requests #fem!reader #whump

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scattered-winter · 3 months

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tagged by @soleadita im kissing u on the cheek like a mob boss

top 15 tv shows in no particular order !!

911 on abc (found family. whump. angst. absolute batshit insane shenanigans. jennifer love hewitt and angela bassett. ryan guzman getting blood all over him on multiple occasions. what's not to love)

gen:LOCK (season 1 only) (there is no season 2 in ba sing se) (found family and robots and cool animation and cool music and found family and coolest fucking dichotomy between hero and villain and and and)

rwby (the WORLDBUILDING. the WRITING. the CHARACTERS. the WEAPONS. GENUINELY IT GOES SOOO SO SO CRAZY.)

the bear (im not done with it yet and lack of actual real bears ASIDE. this show is so so beautiful and masterfully done. im literally obsessed)

supernatural (UNFORTUNATELY some of the episodes do kinda go hard.)

daredevil (the CINEMATOGRAPHY the DEPRESSED BLOODIED CATHOLIC BOY the INSANE WOMEN the JOHN PAESANO SOUNDTRACK truly this show is unmatched)

zoo netflix. (is it GOOD? no. but it is very fun and involves found family living on a plane solving mysteries and trying to stop the apocalypse so truly. does it even NEED to be good)

agents of shield (again i havent finished it but ouhghgoughhghh......found family.....whump.....literally this show was GAME CHANGING for me. i would not be the whump enjoyer i am today if it weren't for the scene where daisy gets shot point blank and lovingly lowered to the ground by the man who shot her. truly. also huge fan of the asian american female lead who is a complex multifaceted character. love her.)

dc's legends of tomorrow (THEEE goofysilly funtimes show of the century. queer found family superheroes who live on a time traveling spaceship and try to protect the timestream from anomalies. they are very, very bad at their job. a zombie apocalypse breaks out in the middle of the american civil war. a giant fluffy teddy bear named beebo fistfights an ancient time demon. they have to save college student barack obama from gorilla grodd. a unicorn bites one of the character's nipples off. truly the most show ever. perhaps of all time.)

kingdom (netflix) (kdrama) (GENUINELY the best zombie media i have ever seen in my life. barring train to busan maybe. the costume design is gorgeous and the camerawork is gorgeous and the characters are complex and multifaceted and the zombies are fascinating and the entire thing is a commentary on class and poverty. and it's set in medieval korea so they have to fight zombies with SWORDS)

carmen sandiego (fun characters. u learn lots of cool things about lots of cool places. found family. heists. nonexistent romance subplots so it's a HUGE win for the aros. stupid little french detective who wears a banana suit onscreen. et cetera.)

leverage (LITERALLY THE SHOW OF ALL TIME. anti capitalist. found family. heists. the government is a corrupt system that only serves the people in power. christian kane beating people up. multifaceted characters. autistic character that's actually like. presented respectfully. and realistically. alec hardison. insane people.)

avatar the last airbender/legend of korra (they KINDA WENT OFF WITH BENDING.)

arcane (the animation......the tragic sisters.......the music.....)

green lantern the animated series (the animation kinda sucks unfortuantely. however. HOWEVER. it has my boy of all time. with the character arc of all time. and learning how rage and vengeance are harmful to everyone including yourself. and how grief and rage go hand in hand and the only way to heal from it is hope. and and and and and)

leo already tagged the gc so im gonna tag @frigidboy and anyone else who wants to do it :]

#i forget every single url i have ever interacted with as soon as i get tagged in these so im SORRY <////////3 #winter speaks #tag games #watch my shows boy

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Whumptober Prompts 2022

So for those of you who may not know, The very first fic I ever posted was for day one of whumptober last year. I cannot believe it has almost been a whole year already! And I have every intention of participating this year and hopefully becoming a completist once again!

So, now that the whumptober prompts have been released, I would love to hear suggestions for who you might want to see for the prompts. I'm not taking requests as much as suggestions, but I will definitely take all suggestions into consideration! 😊

The prompts and characters I write for are below the cut! Feel free to make as many suggestions as you want!

Thank you to @whumptober for hosting this event! 💖

If you are unsure what whump means, you are not alone! 😊 I talk about it here.

Characters I Write For:

Top Gun: Hangman, Rooster, Bob, Phoenix, Fanboy

DC: Batman (Battinson & Generic Batman), Batfamily (Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, and family as a whole), Rick Flag, Christopher Smith, Adrian Chase

Marvel: Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier), Peter Parker (Spider-Man), Matt Murdock (Daredevil), Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Star Wars: Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Joel Kinnaman Characters: Rick Flag, Takeshi Kovacs, Stephen Holder, Ed Baldwin, Erik Heller, Pete Koslow

Lewis Pullman Characters: Bob, Rhett Abbott, Miles Miller, Harrison Knott

If there is a character you would like to see me write for that I don't have listed, feel free to ask! I might be inspired to give them a shot! 🥰

Prompts: (official post here)

There are three prompts and a theme for each day but only one has to be used.

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gen-is-gone · 8 months

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16, 18, 39, 40, 43 and 55 for the fic writer asks?

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Answered, but I'm happy to share another. Hope on Fire, a onshot series I haven't posted anything for but have written a decent amount, is a reimagining of netflix's Daredevil where Matt, Karen, and Foggy end up in a throuple between seasons one and two, and that both changes, and doesn't change, the overarching plot. This is mainly because the three of them are so very poly divorced in season three and it grabbed me by the throat way harder than I thought it would.

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

It really depends. I don't tend to have a ton of difficulty with titles, but some give me so much trouble and I still end up not liking them. A number of them are quotes, but by no means all of them. All of the titles for the various fics in Hope on Fire are fragments of Vienna Teng lyrics, which is both a deliberate stylistic choice and also doesn't really mean anything beyond that Vienna is a very good lyricist.

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

Early one morning, as he steals back to the Parel for a well-earned rest, he sees something that will change his life, though he doesn’t know it yet. An elegant sloop has docked in the marina, a few spaces down from their own boat. She’s called Βεατρίκη. As he will come to discover, she’s sailing to Tenerife, and she’s easy, profitable pickings, but more significantly, quite possibly the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his life is taking in the weak sun on the foredeck.

This would be a less provocative thing to do if she were wearing more than a silk dressing gown, but he watches as she shifts her weight and the robe falls further open, revealing more of a sun-browned thigh than he’d been expecting to see, and can’t bring himself to complain. Despite the morning chill, she doesn’t seem cold. She’s staring out to sea, turned away from him, but as she reaches for the wide bottomed mug of coffee resting beside her on the seat, she sees him looking before he can look away. She meets his gaze, not shy at all, and raises an eyebrow.

From a later portion of Home From Sea, chapter four. I promise I'll get back to it. It's haunting me from below the floorboards; trust me, I can't forget it.

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Okay, the fancy 1930s car pulling up to Benny at night in the opening scene of Home From Sea is a very strong visual moment in my head. There are a couple of other moments from Home From Sea, but they're spoilers, so I'll leave you with that.

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the 'If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself' kind of person?

uuuhh...

heh.

Yeah.

I like to see my faves get hurt. This is not necessarily apparent from my writing output, but my Ao3 reading history tells a wildly different story.

And that's all I have to say about that. :)

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers' reactions to certain ones?

Probably Benny LaFitte, again of Home From Sea, at least in terms of writing him. Sort of inevitable, because he and his POV have lived rent free in my head since December of 2020, but you can't go that long inhabiting a character's mind without forming some kind of strong emotions about them. I wouldn't say he's my favorite character in general, of all the characters that I've written, but obviously I care enough about him to have broken through a lifetime's severe ADHD-induced executive dysfunction to write his life down. He means a lot to me for many reasons.

Thanks for the ask!

#mihrsuri #megan whines into the empty abyss of cyberspace #my shit

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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Whumptober Prompts 2022

The prompts and characters I write for are below the cut! Feel free to make as many suggestions as you want!

Thank you to @whumptober for hosting this event! 💖

If you are unsure what whump means, you are not alone! 😊 I talk about it here.

And if you are interested, here is my whumptober collection from last year. 🥰

Characters I Write For: (Also See My Masterlist)

Top Gun: Hangman, Rooster, Bob, Phoenix, Fanboy

DC: Batman (Battinson & Generic Batman), Batfamily (Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, and family as a whole), Rick Flag, Christopher Smith, Adrian Chase

Marvel: Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier), Peter Parker (Spider-Man), Matt Murdock (Daredevil), Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Star Wars: Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Joel Kinnaman Characters: Rick Flag, Takeshi Kovacs, Stephen Holder, Ed Baldwin, Erik Heller, Pete Koslow

Lewis Pullman Characters: Bob, Rhett Abbott, Miles Miller, Harrison Knott

If there is a character you would like to see me write for that I don't have listed, feel free to ask! I might be inspired to give them a shot! 🥰

Prompts: (official post here)

There are three prompts and a theme for each day but only one has to be used.

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shyday-ao3 · 2 years

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So I started doing this today. Daredevil style, since Matty and I have recently reunited.

I'm super new to this whole tumblr thing (fandom abandoned me for a while) so if I'm doing something terribly wrong - especially with regard to tags or trigger warnings - feel free to send a friendly message. The world is very different from when I first started writing fanfic.

4 drabbles. Warnings for blood, torture, general whumpiness.

5. faint

Foggy’s window squeals as he slides it open, an incriminating screech in the quiet night. Matt doesn’t so much climb in as tumble through. Clinging to the windowsill, he wavers on shaky legs as the well-known smells of his friend’s apartment weave around him.

Familiar footsteps. “Matt? What are you doing here?”

He’s sweating under the cowl, the rubber heavy and constricting. The volume of Foggy’s voice fading in and out with his general sense of the room. “Needed…” His lips are tingling, as is the air. They’re uncomfortably out of sync.

“Matt?”

“Think… think I…”

He’s falling. Then nothing.

18. knife

The biggest knife he’s ever seen slips between Matt’s ribs, and Foggy’s not sure which of them screams louder. The bastard smiles at him as he pulls it out, making sure to give him an unobstructed view of his best friend hanging from the ceiling beam. Foggy thrashes against the wide leather straps holding him to the chair.

Four sudden steps and the knife is too close to his face. Blood glistens as it shifts in and out of the shadows. Matt’s writhing shape out of focus behind it.

“No one’s coming,” the man says. “We can do this forever.”

35. shock

His chin droops, the collar around his neck delivering a shock that wrests a cry from strangled vocal cords. It snaps his head up, jolts him awake. For the moment. By the time he feels like he can breathe again, exhaustion’s already creeping back.

Two days? Three? He can’t tell anymore, sleep deprivation and pain blurring the world around him. There aren’t any windows in this concrete cell, his meals delivered irregularly through a slot in the wall. His captor so far only a voice from a speaker.

There’s nothing to do but speculate. Plan. Try not to fall asleep.

72. lonely

The rain splatters over the costume, the roof where he perches. He ignores it, his attention where it’s been for the last hour. The apartment across the street.

They’re talking about nothing. Light. Teasing. Comfortable. It’s obvious they do this a lot, voices relaxed and close. He didn’t even know they still hung out.

His name isn’t mentioned; there’s no reason it should be. He hasn’t talked to Foggy in a month. Karen longer. He isn’t on their radar, which is definitely better for everybody. The rain picks up, slanting sideways.

Matt shivers. Foggy and Karen choose a Netflix show.

#whump #whump prompt #fanfic #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil #matt whump #whump prompts #writing prompts #100 drabble challenge #fanfiction #matt murdock #foggy nelson #blood #torture #drabble #hurt/comfort fic #@whumpster-dumpster

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justwhumpythings · 1 year

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2, 3, 8, and 20 for the fanfic ask game!

2. Will you participate in any fandom exchanges or fic challenges, etc?

Hmm, probably not unless there happened to be another whump/darkfic-focused Good Omens zine. I am a slow writer so exchanges are just not a good idea for me, and I already have a long queue of fic ideas to write so challenges would just get in my way.

3. Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?

Yes! Well, not exactly a new fandom for me but one I haven't written for yet. I've had a couple of Daredevil Wesley!whump fic ideas on the back burner for a while, and it might be nice to try to use them as breaks between writing my very different Aziraphale!whump.

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

There's only ever been one fic idea I had where I thought 'damn, this is pretty extreme. writing this would be a challenge and publishing it might need some courage', but that never put me off the idea. I have however fallen out of love with that story for other reasons and it left my WIP list a long while ago. If I ever have another fic that would suit that trope though I'd try!

20. Any plans to work on original fiction this year?

No, to be honest. I always thought I wanted to write an original novel someday, but I've realised in the last few years that writing fanfiction and shorter pieces is actually more aligned with what I enjoy and want to get out of writing as a hobby. Maybe that will change again someday, who knows!

Thanks for the questions!

#ask game #off topic #about me

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measuringbliss · 1 year

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Spider-Man Read-Through 005: Kraven and the Vulture are back

MASTERPOST

Issue 047 opens with a flashback having notably THE GREEN GOBLIN, so I'm very happy. The retcon is fun and finally, ASM feels like it has actual continuity and cause and effects! And Harry and Peter are roommate! Yes, yes, yeeeeeeees!

We're 5 pages in and I already went from "I don't care about Kraven" to "Kraven is hilarious" so that's great. Also: lesbians!

Speaking of MJ, she sure has changed. She's still dancing and free-spirited! Can't wait until she meets Paul... (that's sarcasm)

And this is pretty funny, because earlier today I was writing a Parksborn fic where they're roommate and one question I asked myself was: in which issue do they become roommate? Well, it's this one so this is also great!

Look at Harry, putting on clothes after a make-out session with his best friend! They love each other like brothers! They're a couple of bestiiiiiiies! Anyway, Norman arrived to check if his son has been corrupted already by the gayness. It's already too late, dear Norman. They're fruity and you can't do anything about it, muahahahha!!!

Somewhere else, Kraven learned to shoot lasers with his boobs. Good for him!

You know I'm gonna milk those domestic Parksborn scenes for all their worth, don't you? Dear Lord!

Peter has a romantic rival in the form of Kraven.

It's very heartwarming to see Norman trying to protect his son! NotGoblinAnymore!Norman is fascinating to follow.

Don't mind me, I'm just thirsting on Peter Parker, it happens.

This issue is lovely, it has relationship drama all over the place, the villain is very entertaining, it's well-paced, I'm actually surprised at how enjoyable the read was!

Issue 048 and first off, can I say I love John Romita Sr's art? It's wonderful. I just can't love the other art styles the way I love his. It's really gorgeous. Anyway, the Vulture is dying (for now) and transmits the location of his equipment to Blackie, his accomplice. I wonder if it was already planned for the Vulture to stay alive.

THEN PROFESSOR WARREN HAS A LIL' CAMEO AND OOOOOH. I didn't expect this name to awaken such feelings in me. No, I'm not thirsting, I am wary. *flashback to the year 1975*

Don't mind me, just thirstin'. (Can I tag this with whump? I think I can.)

...Wait... Daredevil?! Oh yeah! (But Peter doesn't go through it.)

Meanwhile, the new Vulture has finally achieved his dream of a lifetime: getting that red Chanel purse. Slay!!!

I love these panels, you really get a sense of perspective. Lovely stuff!

Overall not as interesting an issue as the previous one. The Vulture passing the torch is nice, but the actual battle, while offering nice drawings, didn't give me thrills, sadly. Not enough drama?

Issue 049! I love the contrast between the white snow and Spidey.

Draw him like one of your French girls.

Once again, love the perspective. I feel like we don't usually get as many fun shots!

So Kraven and the Vulture get in a fight - and that kind of makes sense! The Vulture is animal-coded, so Kraven sees him as another beast to tame.

I don't think I could ever forget Kraven's new weapon.

Spidey himself agrees with me: I should definitely tag this post with whump.

This issue was a bit more interesting, but the battle dragged on again.

Next up: Spider-Man No More!

#spider-man #comics #parksborn #peter parker #john romita sr #peter parker thirst #whump

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whump-my-dear-watson · 5 years

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Febuwhump day 1 “Trapped”

Characters: Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Karen Page

Fandom: Daredevil (TV)

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: Trapped in elevator, mild claustrophobia, punctured lung, passing out, hospitalized, broken ribs

Summary: Matt’s fine. That’s what he insisted. But on their way from the courtroom Foggy and Karen realized it was worse then they thought.

A/N: So, I know 0 things about law or law practice, and this piece was made entirely for the whump so...yeah. Also, the medical accuracy is probably not on point, research only goes so far!

“Can you make it down the stairs?” Asked Karen as they exited the courtroom after a long day.

“Yes. I’m fine.” Matt replied, grunting with an effort just to get the words out.

“Not a chance buddy, we’re taking the elevator. If we had my way you’d be in an ambulance right now,” said Foggy with his usually light tune, although it seemed a little too forced then usual.

“Was I really that bad?”

“Matt, you're a wonderful Lawyer, but, you look like crap and I tell ya everyone in that room knew something was up,” Foggy said directing his friend away from the stairway towards the elevator.

Matt didn’t fight him on this, he leaned into his friend as they walked, “We still are winning though.”

“Yeah. We’re a great team. But you have to admit Matt, you are reckless. Why’d you go out the night before our big case?”

“Crime doesn’t take a night off, Karen.”

“But you can,”

The Elevator doors opened up and Matt got in, steadying himself on the railing. His ribs were aching, he could tell that he had at least 3 broken, and even more bruised. His head was still throbbing from the hard hit he had taken the night before.

“Matt, do you need help? Like real help? I think Claire’s in town, I can try to get her-”

“I’m fine,” interrupted Matt, “couple hours of sleep and I’ll be hitting the streets again.”

“Matt! You’re gonna kill yourself,” Karen couldn’t hide the hurt in her voice.

Matt’s reply was interrupted by a lengthy coughing attack. He slumped further against the elevator wall, the weight of his own two feet suddenly overbearing.

“We’re gonna get you some help, okay?”

Before Matt could even process what Foggy had said he felt himself lurch forward, the whole ground came with him. Looking around him he saw Foggy and Karen in the same panic tossed around the room. Although any exertion at all deepened his pain, Matt closed his eyes and tilted his head to get a better focus. Getting a picture of the whole room around of him, Matt ‘saw’ with his power that the cords holding up the elevator were stuck.

After an agonizing minute of gears grinding loudly, the elevator lurched one last time before planting itself firmly in-between floors. The rapid movements and loud noises were quickly overwhelming Matt, his back still leaning on the wall he slid into a sitting position on the floor, clutching his chest.

Foggy leaned over by his friend, placing a reassuring hand on Matt's shoulder, Karen pulled the emergency call button on the elevator, nothing happened.

Matt’s shortness of breath along with his ever so slightly blue hue in his skin was making Foggy and Karen start to panic.

“Uhg. There’s no service! I can't reach anyone!” said Karen in anguish.

Matt looked up at her, he meant to give her reassurance, tell them both that he was fine, that they’d get out of this, but nothing came out. In fact, nothing was coming in. Matt took a deep breath but the oxygen was too stubborn to come in.

After another minute of continued wheezing, it subsided for a while. Matt just sat there, his eyes closed taking in more air, but nothing eased the tightness he felt in his chest.

Karen continued pacing the room, phone in hand, while Foggy rubbed Matt’s back and tried giving him words of comfort, but Matt could barely even hear him over his own rapid heart rate.

“Okay, Matt, when did you start having symptoms? It might help narrow down what’s wrong and what you need.”

Matt furrowed his brows together, why was it so hard to think? “Uh, last night my chest began to hurt, probably because of the broken ribs, but it wasn’t hard to breathe until about an hour ago,” Matt’s voice hitched as his last word spurred another coughing fit which increased his chest pain.

“Okay, no more talking for you, just, take it easy Matt,” said Foggy as he scanned the room for the third time.

The elevator wasn’t big, but it also wasn’t small, to Foggy, it was a death sentence.

Claustrophobia wasn’t something Foggy initially thought that he suffered from, but the way the walls seemed to close in on him and he was starting to feel nauseous didn’t give him much of a choice. Foggy couldn’t be freaking out right now, Matt needed him.

Besides, elevators stopped all the time and no one gets hurt.

Right?

The elevator doors stood still as if mocking them for being trapped. By now both Foggy and Karen had run their voices hoarse with hollering for help and pounding on the door. They needed to get Matt out of there, but with no real end in sight, all of their moods were quickly fading.

“Matt, how are you doing?” Karen quizzed him.

Matt nodded his head at her, words just weren't coming anymore. He was no doctor, but he’s been hurt enough to know what a punctured lung felt like, if only he would have recognized it earlier he wouldn’t be in this situation.

He tried to hold on, he fought, but the sweet temptations of rest were too strong, Matt’s eyes fluttered shut as his shoulders slumped further against the wall.

“Matt! Matt!” shouted Karen as she rushed to his side, tears streamed down her face as she put a hand to his neck, desperately hoping to feel a pulse. She was greeted with a thready response, but it was something.

With a startling and grinding crunch Foggy and Karen clung to the walls, worried the elevator was falling, but as if on cue the elevator doors were pried open, behind the door was mostly metal work, only the bottom third of the doorway actually opened to the hall. Two officers awaited them as they stood over Matt.

They weren’t trapped any longer. But they weren’t out of it yet.

Foggy and Karen worked together to gently drag Matt’s limp body towards the opening, a police officer firmly gripped his shoulders sliding him from across the floor through the doors and out of the elevator.

In a frenzy, Karen and Foggy found themselves as well out of the faulty elevator and being attended to by local authorities.

“You guys are lucky, someone called in a late elevator making ‘suspicious’ noises, no one else wanted to check it out.” one officer told them as his partner called in a medic for Matt.

The ambulance arrived quickly, a team of medics hauling a stretcher immediately started to check them over.

“No, we’re fine, Matt, help Matt,” Karen insisted, pushing a Paramedic away from her.

One of the first respondents was looking over Matt, who now lied on a stretcher, “Looks like we got a Traumatic pneumothorax, we need to get a chest tube in him, stat,”

“Is he, is he gonna be alright?” Foggy asked his throat tight.

"Yes, if he gets everything he needs now, he'll make a full recovery."

The EMTs and Paramedics pushed Matt on the stretcher into the awaiting ambulance, Foggy and Karen at their heels.

"Matt, Matt, were right here okay? We're not going anywhere, alright?"

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Matt's still heavy eyelids groggily opened and the fuzziness in his head died down as he became more conscious.

The sound of heels clicking on the hard floor altered him to Karen's presence pacing the room, and Foggy, Matt could hear his heartbeat pounding from the chair.

"Matt! You're awake! Thank God," Foggy said rushing towards Matt's. Karen quite pacing and joined Foggy at Matt's bedside.

"It'll take more than that to stop me," Matt said halfheartedly, his voice not as pronounced as usual.

Matt could feel the tension in the room, he faced his friend's direction. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so reckless. I should've been smarter, gotten help sooner. I’m sorry for putting you guys through that."

Foggy squeezed Matt's IV laced hand, "No, Matt, you were just thinking of others. I’m sorry for making you feel like you need to apologize for just looking out for people. But, next time? Come to us when your hurting."

"Yeah Matt, we can help you," Karen cut in.

"Now how did I get lucky enough to have you two in my life?" Matt said, his smile genuine.

Matt's chest was sore, he felt as if his whole body was replaced with sand, everything was so heavy, and the tube in his chest was uncomfortable, to say the least. But his skin was no longer blue, and his breathing was regulating out. But most importantly he was surrounded by his friends and partners and all in all, alive.

In the elevator, trapped and dying, he didn't know if he would ever see another morning, experience another day, fight another night, but here he was.

With a grateful look on his face, Matt addressed Foggy and Karen.

"So, you ready for another day in court?"

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ceterisparibus116 · 3 years

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When you talk about DDS2 being a bit unbalanced, I take that to be short for "they tried to do two seasons of material in one and that caused both plots to be shortchanged. There's not much in the way of threads connecting the Hand and Punisher plots either, especially when Karen and Foggy have little to do with the former."

YES. I kind of appreciate having Frank and Elektra in the same season, since they complement one another thematically. With Frank, the question seems to be, "When is killing okay?" With Elektra, you've got that plus the added question of, "How does a person's background/attitude mitigate or aggravate the issue of killing?" and I find that really, really cool.

But the Hand - ugh. There are so many valid critiques, starting with racism, ending with that they're just, overall, boring. The Hand is only cool, to me, when we're following one or two individuals, like Nobu, whom we can understand. Plus, watching Matt destroy like 10 ninjas at once just makes me feel like the whole thing is choreographed and the outcome is guaranteed. It's not gritty and there's no tension.

But I'll rant about the Hand another time.

Again, thematically, I think it's possible to write Frank and Elektra in the same season, and that could be really cool. Especially writing Frank, Elektra, and Matt all having to team up for some reason, which would really contrast their different approaches. (I think Frank would not be a fan of Elektra's glee with killing, for example; he kills because he thinks it's justified, but she kills because she enjoys it.) That could lead to some great philosophical questions. But they'd have to, y'know, interact.

And then, as you've mentioned repeatedly, the series suffers because we don't get to see the other characters interacting. Imagine Foggy reacting to Elektra not just in an angry "Why did u not tell us about her and why did u let her ruin our case" kind of way, but also confronting Elektra about how she broke Matt's heart! Especially since, now that Foggy knows about Daredevil, it would be totally plausible for Foggy to hear (either from Matt or Elektra) about what she did in Sweeney's apartment, and I would love to see Foggy fired up over that and protective of Matt. Not to mention I'd love for Matt to see that, to feel validated and cared for by his best friend. Just - agh.

I might need to write that scene myself since whump/flufftober is over.

And then of course there's Karen! Her approach to Frank illuminated so much of her character, and I'd love to see that also explored via interactions between her and Elektra, especially if they aren't love-triangle-ish. I think Elektra's skills and bloodthirstiness under the direction of Karen's quest for justice would be so powerful.

But alas.

Thanks for the ask!

#daredevil #meta #matt murdock #frank castle #elektra natchios #foggy nelson #karen page #long post #asks #ask me things I'm friendly

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manicr · 2 years

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2021 Year in Review: Writer’s version

2021 was the year I started writing again, and I’m happier for it, so I’ve decided to review my writing, and make a little list of it.

My own writing:

Favorite:

OTP: Shower Sex (Daken/Bullseye)

It hit the right balance of plot, porn, and emotional depth that actually makes me reread it. I don’t see my own struggles in reading it but rather it feel like I’m joyfully reading someone else’s writing, which is very nice. I’m happy to have managed a good mystery with a wham ending.

Most Self-Indulgent:

Showtime (Crossbones/Bullseye/Punisher)

Horny gremlin Bullseye was my goal, and by gods, did I reach it. I didn’t know I wanted this until I wrote this. Shameless porn with a sprinkle of action.

Most fun:

Season’s greetings: Midtown (gen)

Heist fanfic with Domino, Black Cat, and Bullseye. It’s gloriously fun, and I should really get another chapter of this one out.

Best Action scene:

Party Favors (Daken/Aurora, Daken/Bullseye)

Break-up make-up fighting Bullsnikt in a kitchen, with all the fun toys, with a horrified X-Factor as an audience. Think Kiss with a Fist as a soundtrack.

Most Whump:

What’s Owed to Us as the World Ends (Crossbones/Bullseye)

Alternate title: The One Where Bullseye Get Screwed Over. A rewrite of the 2021 Daredevil run where I really hurt Lester and then give some fucked-up comfort. Toxic H/C and mental illness all over.

Plot-Heaviest:

OTP: On the Desk (Daken/Bullseye)

This one too a lot out of me to get done and damn if it wasn’t a pain in the ass. A rewrite of the Daken LA-arch: What if Bullseye was there? Politics, crime, emotional turmoil, and relationship troubles.

Honorable Mention:

Trying New Positions (Daken/Bullseye, onesided Bullseye/Ares)

I finally wrote about Bullseye’s crush on Ares and I regret nothing.

#manicr writes

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do-androids-dream-ao3acc · 3 years

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The Soapnutmattcrackfic

Here’s a silly – and I mean silly – idea some people (including silly me) came up with some days ago on a Discord whump server. Don’t ask why, but one thing led to another, and we finally decided to challenge each other by writing a Daredevil crack fic. Containing... wait for it ... Soap nuts, white shirts, walnuts and Aldi’s.

Here’s mine :) The other participants: @call-me-sammy, @tallbisexualwantstobeloved and @whumpdoyoumean

Aldi's was packed, like every Saturday. However, if you were a dedicated lawyer by day and made sure crime didn't run rampant in Hell's Kitchen by night, you couldn't be picky about shopping hours.

As usual, most people avoided the clacking of his cane, and Matt could focus on following the sounds and smells to find his way. Somewhere in the meat department, a forgotten chicken was rotting away behind a freezer; however, so far, no one smelled it but him. Further ahead, followed by a cloud of cheap perfume, seemed to be the feminine hygiene department. None of this was what he was looking for. At that moment, a familiar smell approached: rose soap, freshly washed hair, and under everything, a hint of liquor.

"Rita!" exclaimed Matt, relieved.

The cheerful voice of a young woman – Matt assumed she was about a head shorter than him, blonde and a little chubby – replied, "Oh, Mr. Murdock! Back again?"

Rita was his favorite salesgirl at Aldi's. She masked her addiction with exceptional attention to her customers, and somehow she had a crush on him. It was cute and valuable at the same time, plus it upset Foggy immensely. You shouldn't deprive a blind man of his pleasures, be it beating up criminals or making his fellow men angry.

"I'm out of white shirts again," Matt replied with what he hoped was an apologetic grin.

"It can't be," Rita exclaimed, dumbfounded. "What do you always do with them? This is actually good quality..."

Her voice trailed off as if she feared that he, a known lawyer, was about to sue the store for the quality of the shirts they sold. Silly.

Matt, hearing even the slightest doubt in her voice, replied reassuringly, "I guess that's true, and I like those shirts. I mean, how many times have I come back to buy these exact shirts?"

He could literally feel Rita's brows drawing together in thought. Had he gone too far? He didn't want her to believe he kept coming back just for her. On the other hand…

"It's been a few times," she returned slowly.

Matt quickly added, "It's just because of the blood."

"Blood?" Rita's voice dripped with amazement.

"I get nosebleeds a lot," Matt followed up. "Blind people have them very often."

It was a shameless lie, but he felt Rita nod in understanding, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see that.

"That's bad. Well, I don't have good news, though, Mr. Murdock. The shirts are seasonal, they might come in again in the fall, but we don't sell them now."

"Oh no…"

Matt was honestly disappointed. The shirts were cheap and did the job, and the store was right around the corner. He hated shopping; there was no way he was going downtown to get ripped off in one of those modern, fancy stores. In the end, he would return with Hawaiian shirts. Foggy would laugh his head off.

"It's just… blood hardly comes off clothes," he said, somewhat helplessly.

Rita put a hand on his arm as if to reassure him. "Yes, that's true. But why don't you try those new nuts? They're all the rage now. I'm sure someday we'll get those in, too. Until then, get them online. Or maybe at the organic market. "

Before she could explain further, Rita was called to the register, and Matt was left confused.

For the rest of the day, Matt couldn't get the conversation out of his head. Buying the cheap shirts at Aldi's was convenient and easy, but often enough, Foggy had complained that bloodstains, or at least the remnants of them, were visible on them. Suppose anything at all remained of the shirts. But all of his friend's attempts to educate Matt to a slightly more fashionable lifestyle, which he believed included higher quality clothing, had failed so far.

As a matter of fact, Matt still had at least three of those white shirts lying around, intact as far as they went but full of blood. Blood that had already dried and turned brown and would now be even more challenging to remove. But since there would be no more supplies from the store, at least not so quickly, he had to make do somehow. If there was anything Matt hated (apart from the criminals in Hell's Kitchen, of course), it was waste. He had been raised frugally and in humility before the power of money. And besides, supposedly, you could remove blood stains with nuts. It was worth a try.

That evening, after a long day in court – which Matt had missed again, a fact that had been a little hard to explain – Foggy didn't exactly come home in the best of moods. But nothing could prepare him for the sight of his friend kneeling in front of the open washing machine, desperately clutching something white that he held in his hands.

"What happened?" he asked anxiously. "Are you okay?"

"No," Matt muttered, accusingly holding out to him the remains of what must have once been one of his beloved shirts.

"What happened to it?"

Foggy wrinkled his nose and took the piece of cloth stretched out to him between his fingers. Essentially, there wasn't much of it left. It was one of Matt's shirts, yes, but it had big holes in it... in combination with the faded remains of blood on it, one could have thought gunshots had perforated it.

"It was the nuts," Matt replied enigmatically.

Foggy gave him a look. Sometimes, when he had a concussion, Matt talked some nonsense. But the evening had hardly begun; if he had been out on a manhunt, he would scarcely have been back by now. Besides, he seemed perfectly healthy otherwise.

"The nuts?"

Mutely, Matt pointed to the washing machine. The porthole was open, and a void yawned behind it. No, wait… the device wasn't empty.

With a queasy feeling, Foggy carefully reached into the washing drum.

"Bah, ugh, what's that?" he then exclaimed, withdrawing his hand. He stared in disbelief at a walnut lying in his palm - moist, clean, and very smooth. "What the heck is a walnut doing in our washing machine?"

"It's not just one," Matt sheepishly returned.

Foggy got down on his knees and peered into the machine. Indeed. There was a whole bunch of nuts spread inside, plus the remains of white shirts.

"What were you thinking? Is the machine still working? Do you know how expensive washing machines are?"

A whole cascade of questions and curses descended on Matt, and he endured them stoically. Foggy sighed, propping himself up on the machine.

"Now, will you explain to me what this is all about?"

"Rita - from Aldi's, remember? - said washing with nuts is the newfangled thing, and it gets blood out of clothes," Matt explained, though that didn't explain anything.

"Washing with nuts? Oh my goodness, Matt. Rita didn't mean walnuts!"

"She didn't say what kind of nuts…"

"But didn't she tell you to buy them at the eco market? "

"Yeah, she did," Matt defiantly returned. "But do you know how expensive it is there? The Chinese market across the street had walnuts pretty cheap…"

"Your stinginess will get you killed someday," Foggy said seriously. "Just because you had to wear your shirts for three days when you were a kid because there wasn't always enough money for the laundromat doesn't mean you have to live like that today, you know."

It sounded much less reprimanding than perhaps it was meant to be.

"Anyway, I need new shirts," Matt said evasively.

"Fine, I'll buy you some. And soap nuts. And then I'll show you how to use them."

"Do I have to soak the shirts in blood to get that lecture?"

"Don't you dare," Foggy warned him.

But a few days later, like a self-fulfilling prophecy, time had come: the very last white shirt was more or less soaked in blood, though not Matt's. The damage was done, and new shirts still weren't in sight - because even though Foggy had promised to get new shirts, he was not only scatterbrained but usually just as engrossed in work as Matt was. Even if it was usually the more law-abiding work.

He didn't see Matt that night, but he seemed to have magically appeared in the morning. The man was standing at the sink, trying to remove blood stains with bile soap.

"Oh, you're pretreating them now. Did Rita teach you that too?" asked Foggy pointedly.

Blood in the early morning before his first coffee was not his thing.

"Read it on the Internet," Matt muttered.

"I told you I'd buy you new shirts, Matt," Foggy sighed.

"But you didn't, and I happen to like those white shirts."

Foggy just snorted. Then he suddenly stomped resolutely to the attire, pulled a coat over his pajamas, and grumbled, "I hope you appreciate what a damn good friend I am."

He hurried out of the room, and Matt heard the door slam.

He wasn't quite sure what he had said wrong this time, but maybe it hadn't been all that bad because Foggy returned after only half an hour. Although Matt couldn't see the melting snow on his hair and jacket, he could hear the shivering Foggy peeling out of his coat. Only a madman would run outside at this hour with nothing but a thin coat over his pajamas. Or a very determined, very good friend.

Something clacked in Foggy's hands.

"I got the soap nuts," he said. "You'll like the concept. These things are much more economical than detergent and, of course, much more environmentally friendly."

He pushed past Matt toward the washing machine, but Matt was irritated by the peculiar smell of the nuts and held Foggy by the arm.

"Wait, what..."

It was only a light touch, but Matt, who couldn't always gauge his strength, accidentally destroyed the container of soap nuts in the process - just a thin pack wrapper anyway.

The nuts crashed onto the wooden floor, tumbling everywhere and rolling around uncontrollably.

"Well, great, Matt," Foggy groaned.

"Sorry," Matt mumbled, bending over to pick up the scattered nuts.

But at the same time, Foggy turned over too, and they collided. And for once, Foggy managed to keep his balance, while Matt, completely unprepared by this sudden proximity and collision, took a step back – and slipped on the nuts.

Foggy would later recall (and happily echo this in the pub) that Matt had been flailing his arms like in an old slapstick. In reality, he had merely tried to grab the kitchen counter with his left arm to avoid actually falling. But his right foot was already a step ahead, and his heel slid across the smooth soap nut. As funny as that might have looked, the bang with which his head hit the floor was not, and Foggy was seriously startled.

"Matt, you enormous idiot! Are you okay?"

Already he was kneeling on the floor next to his friend, whose bleary eyes gazed dazedly into the usual reddish blackness, albeit topped with a few flashing stars.

"You said you'd show me how to use the nuts," he finally returned. "But not like this?"

"Weirdo," Foggy replied, relieved. "Get up, and I'll read you the instructions."

"First, you pick up the nuts," Matt demanded.

"Who threw them down in the first place?"

"My head is pounding," Matt claimed. "There's one under the right kitchen cabinet, I think. "

"There's one under your head, too," Foggy replied, actually pulling one of the round, dark brown nuts out from beneath Matt's neck.

"They're adamant if they can take even your thick skull. You know what?" he said, helping Matt back on his feet and then starting to clean up the mess in the kitchen. "Maybe you can get some armor made out of them. What do you think? You wouldn't be Daredevil anymore; you'd be Nut Man, the avenger of the oppressed... ow!"

One of the nuts had mysteriously flown against his head. They were really hard. And, by the way, they could not wash the blood out of the shirts.

Some things are too hard a nut to crack.

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callixton · 3 years

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aro gay trans man (he/him * sol/solar * ayr/ayrs)

chronically ill

hellenic polytheist

interests

hyperfixation: raúl esparza

dimension 20

the west wing

britcom

shakespeare/theater (chess, ghd, starkid/tcb)

comics (daredevil, spider-man)

writing/books/poetry

gaming (bioshock, fallout, mirror’s edge, portal)

football (barca & man city)

side blogs

writing - sparrowrites

whump - dm me

the following are on hiatus and i’ve shifted their content to this blog

theft-and-shrubbery - (uk centric) comedy

feelin-a-lot-of-deja-vu-again - starkid/tcb/shipwrecked

it-sounds-like-oa - the oa

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daredevilexchange · 4 years

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What's your fannish ID? StripedScribe on AO3 and Tumblr! I had a first fannish name on ff.net then realised how... young it was... Around 2017/2018 it must have been I got into writing for Daredevil, and updated my named to StripedScribe, remade my Tumblr to match, and it's remained as that! The Scribe part is fairly simple, I write. Striped, and to that extent why my profile is a zebra, I suffer from Joint Hypermobility Syndrome, (JHS, part of the Ehlers Danlos family) and its mascot is a zebra! It's classed as a rare condition, and I could ramble for ages on this, I'll do a separate post in the future once this is released likely on what JHS means to me and my health. (in the meantime, you can find more info here)

What types of fanworks do you create? Fanfic! Within the Defenders universe I much prefer playing with the Daredevil characters. I love the freedom I have to play within the universe. I've recently been tempted to have a play with 3D artwork, I sew and embroider often so I'd love to make something in that Daredevil related.

What are your favourite types of fanworks, when you're not creating? I love anything created, its so amazing to see different people's takes on the characters and stories. I read a lot of fanfiction, and have a love for all the beautiful art that's produced

What do you like in particular about this fandom? With the number of seasons and interconnecting stories, it's so easy and open to explore with. And being able to run with it into the larger Marvel universe is amazing, opening it up to other characters. (Go Team Red) I'm a bit of a sucker for whump and angst to be honest, but there's always got to be some fluff in there as well. Matt/Foggy will always be my top ship, with Matt being my favourite character. Found family is one of my top tropes to read, which I feel the fandom also loves, I think our version of the Defenders sometimes drifts away from the pure canon, but there's something still so good in our version.

Do you like participating in fan events? Yes! With the exchange it's really good to know you're writing something for someone else, once I get over the anxiety of them not liking it, it's a really enjoyable experience. And knowing that what time you're putting in for a fellow fan, someone else is putting in that same effort in a gift for you. I've taken part in a few of the Daredevil and Defenders exchange, and am currently writing for a Team Red Pride Bang (DDE: fic online here). It's a really good way to get back into writing again, as I know I often slip from focus of writing in favour of getting fixated on over things. Although, as I write this, I remember I once signed up for daredevil bingo which has been abandoned... Hmm.. Oh yes. Folder full of drabbles to be made into fic. shhh What about your creating process? I often write with music, varying with whatever I'm into at the moment. Right now, I've been listening to a lot of Hozier. For my current fic I've been doing a lot of research into adaptive technologies, which is helping a lot with inspiration for a certain part of the fic (any more here would be spoilers!) To get in the right mood I often procrastinate and end up tidying my whole room, I can't concentrate if there's other projects out. I grab a drink, get the music playing, and just write whatever comes to mind, usually veering miles away from whatever semblance of a plot I'd set out.

Do you interact a lot with other fans? I don't interact a lot with fans, which is a shame, I think because I share more on AO3 which can be more limiting on the interacting? I'd love more interactions with fans, come shout with me on Tumblr

Is there any particular piece you'd like to showcase for this post? https://archiveofourown.org/works/18245783 A much much darker fic, warnings were needed, but this was born through some late night talks with @soulfireinc about how much pain we could put our boy through...

Do you have other fandoms you'd like to talk about? I'm into The Umbrella Academy at the moment, recently wrote a piece for it over on AO3! Love Klaus in it, and just the chaos and fun of the characters, and how the fandom has been able to play with them and their superpowers in order to create some amazing fics. Like Daredevil, it's got it's fair share of whump and fluff, and some amazing authors and artists.

Is there anything else you want to tell us about yourself? ...Talking about myself is one of my least favourite things, if that counts!! But anyway, um, interesting fact about Stripey, go. I'm 21, from England so Americanising (?) anything I create is always fun, and often whenever I have help from a beta I'm just, "help me fix the British."

Where can your fanworks be found? https://archiveofourown.org/users/StripedScribe my AO3! Thank you, @stripedscribe !

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mthofferings2019 · 5 years

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whitchry9

See whitchry9’s existing works here and here. Preferred contact methods: Tumblr - ijustreallylovedaredevil Preferred organizations: - Anything from the list of approved organizations Will create works that contain: hurt/comfort, angst, friendship, slice of life, most AUs, medical accuracy, missing scenes, whump, fix it fics Will not create works that contain: explicit sexual content

-- Fic or other writing --

Auction ID: 091 Will create works for the following relationships: Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson - MCU Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov - MCU Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU Daredevil fandom gen - 616, MCU Iron Man fandom gen - MCU The Avengers fandom gen - MCU Defenders fandom gen - MCU Work Description: I will write you a fic based on a theme or prompt you give me. The fic will be at least 1k, and may be longer, depending on the bid, and how inspired I get. Please see my previous work to get an understanding of what I write. I tend towards intimate friendships rather than explicit sexual relationships, and will not write any explicit sexual content. I am willing to borrow from 616 for characterization for Matt/Foggy. I am good at medical accuracy, whump, disability representation, and introspective/stream of consciousness pieces. If you would like me to expand on or continue one of my existing fics, please discuss this with me before bidding, just to make sure it's something I can do. In terms of timelines, my schedule is sporadic, but when I get inspired I tend to write in chunks. If you have a specific timeframe in mind, again, discuss this with me before bidding. Ratings: G, Teen, Mature CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK

-- Fan-made craft or merchandise --

Auction ID: 092 Will create works for the following relationships: N/A (See Description) Work Description: I will create a cross stitch piece of a short phrase or sentence. Font can be changed to suit your needs, but will remain around the same size. To see examples of these, check my tumblr https://ijustreallylovedaredevil.tumblr.com/xstitch for the type of work I offer. The text will be limited based on the bid. For specific questions, feel free to ask me on my tumblr. You can choose the colours of thread and patterns for the background. Bid includes shipping. In terms of timelines, I can begin as soon as we decide on the phrase and colours, and should be complete in around a week or two. I will then mail it to you, or whatever address you provide. Shipping costs are included in the bid, but I have no control over the speed or care of the postal system. Ratings: G, Teen, Mature CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK The auction runs from October 19 (11:59 PM ET) to October 26 (11:59 PM ET). Visit marveltrumpshate.com during Auction Week to view all of our auctions and to place your bids!

#auction: craft #auction: fic #whitchry9 #marvel trumps hate

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