#it has a happy ending

[cannot-commit-to-reality]

Daredevil fanfic

Spoilers for Born Again, set sometime close to the end, it's kind of amiguous. Apologies for any punctuation errors; I wrote it in a sleep-deprived frenzy!

Summary:

Foggy faked his death to continue the case against Vanessa; now he's finally back. Matt's POV, 1.3k words. Matt/Foggy if you squint, can be read platonically!

Matt sighed as he made his way up to his apartment. It had been a long day at the firm, and he had been distracted—he knew that. It’s just that—no, he hadn't seen anything because there was nothing to see. He was blind, after all. That joke had never been funny, but Matt needed anything he could come up with to deter his racing thoughts. 

He was turning the key in the lock when he heard it—a heartbeat. 

He slowly pushed the door open, ready for a fight. But as he listened to it beat, the world seemed to freeze.

He knew that heartbeat. He’d memorised it, years ago. Matt Murdock would know that heartbeat anywhere, could always recognise it in a crowd. He’d spent nights listening to that heartbeat, anchoring himself to it. It was a heart that hadn't beat in a long time. 

“Matt?” 

He heard the door creak shut behind him. he felt as though he was on autopilot, as he stepped toward the sound. That voice. The voice he’d grown used to hearing every single day. The voice that had first greeted him in college, years ago. The voice whose last words had haunted him for the past year. 

“Matt? Um. It's me. it's-“

Matt felt like his body might be shutting down. Every sound in the world was silenced, leaving only their heartbeats. And that voice.

“… it's Foggy-”

Matt's world collapsed in on itself. 

“Matty I’m so sorry, fuck I know it- I know how it feels, but you have to understand, I had to do it-“ he faltered. 

A black hole had opened in Matt's living room.

“I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t talk to you, I know that sounds terrible, but I just- fuck, Matt, I wanted to! If you believe anything, believe that I wanted to tell you! I wanted you to know, it fucking destroyed me, I-“ Foggy fidgeted nervously. 

The black hole was growing, swallowing everything. Matt felt as though he would fall into it. 

“It wouldn't work if you knew.” Foggy seemed to be overcome with guilt. Matt couldn't be sure. The world was barely a whisper to him. His brain was shutting down. His heart felt as though it would soon follow.

“And uh. Karen knows. I’m sorry! - She didn't know while it was happening, though, her reaction was genuine, had to be genuine, had to sell it…” he trailed off.

Matt knew he was shaking, but he wasn't in control of his own body at the moment. 

“I- I- I only told her after, it was safe because she wouldn’t see you, I -you couldn’t know I was alive; it would have ruined the whole operation. and God, I know how that sounds, but we had it all planned out and- and-“ he faltered. 

Matt knew the shock showed on his face when Foggy had said ‘we’. other people knew. everyone knew, they lied to him, they all lied to him How could they lie to him? his heart must be stopping. 

“It wasn't many people! Just a couple, right, the-the ones who took me away. You know the case I was working on? Of course you do, I know you figured it out. I knew Vanessa was going to take a shot at me, it was the only way I could keep working it, she had to think she got me.” 

The silence was deafening. 

“It- stop me if you don't want to hear it, but you deserve an explanation, Matt. It was carefully placed blood bags, a bulletproof vest, and a well-timed injection. Yeah. Uh. When I went outside. To take that call. That's uh. Yeah. The drug slowed my heart down enough that even your fucking super senses couldn’t detect it.” Foggy murmured on. he didn’t seem to be able to stop. 

“After they uh. Pronounced me dead, went back to work on the case. It's done. Out of my hands now. We’re gonna get them, Matt. With the system! Listen, I know it hasn't worked before, but it could this time, once this gets out, it's gonna make a difference!”

Matt thought he might have stopped breathing. The only sensation he was aware of was the tears in his eyes and the involuntary tremor in his hands.

“-and I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t want to give you a reason.” Any strength Foggy had left in his voice had vanished. 

“I’m sorry, Matt. I’m so fucking sorry I left you. I know you think everyone in your life leaves you, and despite my promises, I did too. I don't know if I can ever make up for that. But I can tell you that I’ll never leave you, buddy, not again.” Was his voice about to break? Why was Foggy upset? Matt was the one trying to prevent his entire world from collapsing and allowing that black hole to consume him.

“Unless, uh” Foggy stuttered on, “unless you, understandably, want nothing to do with me, in which case I’ll uh, show myself out.” He coughed, awkwardly. 

Matt knew he should say something. React. But the tears behind his eyes were dangerously close to escaping, and he really didn't want Foggy to see him reduced to a sobbing mess. Despite the strength of his willpower, Matt knew his lip was trembling, his hands were shaking, and his voice would surely break if he tried to speak. 

“Matt?” The black hole was tearing him apart. Each word Foggy spoke ripped through his chest.

“Matt, say something, please.” Foggy sounded desperate. Why was Foggy desperate? Matt was always the desperate one. He was crying now, felt hot tears rolling down his cheeks. 

“Matty, you're scaring me, please, say something! Yell at me, punch me, just, please!” Foggy cried out.

Matt flinched as he heard Foggy take a step forward, felt careful hands remove his dark glasses. His mask. His safety. Now Foggy could see him, pathetic, broken, crying. 

“You’re. You’re- real?” He managed to whisper.

“Oh. Oh, Matty. I’m real. I’m real, I promise.”

The black hole tore him apart from the inside out. 

He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. A single touch, that was all it took for the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen to collapse forward into Foggy's waiting arms, letting the sobs tear through his body. He felt as though he were being ripped apart, the pain in his chest was unbearable. 

“Hey, hey, Matty, it's ok, you’re ok.” Foggy’s arms tightened around him. “I’ve got you.”

“I’m here.”

I’m here. Foggy was here. Foggy hadn’t abandoned him, he was here. He was safe.

Slowly, his sobs faded, and the tear in his chest seemed to shrink. Matt’s world seemed to come back, still shaky, but no longer collapsing. He listened to Foggy’s breathing, matching his own to it. Everything would be ok. Foggy was here now.

And Matt was exhausted. With all the repressed emotion of the past year, and the explosion of the past hour, Matt suddenly felt he could barely stand.

“You uh, wanna sit down?” He muttered. “We could watch that, uh, that movie you wanted to see? I downloaded it but I-“ his voice trembled.

“I didn’t want to watch it without you.” He finished meekly.

Foggy wrapped a gentle arm around him.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to.” Foggy was smiling now. Matt felt himself mirror the expression; he couldn’t help it.

And suddenly they were 20 again, ordering a pizza and watching a movie, Foggy narrating absolutely everything, giving a constant commentary, and Matt. Matt just listened. He listened to the spark in Foggy’s voice, describing the special effects. Listened to his best friend’s heartbeat. Soft and steady.

The year of pain, fear, and grief seemed to be nothing anymore. Because Foggy was back, and Matt was no longer alone in this world. Sure, they’d talk about it later, that was inevitable. But for now, they could just act like old times. He’d long since zoned out the sounds of the movie, but he knew Foggy was muttering something in his direction. Something about lazy writing.

He smiled to himself.

Foggy’s back. 

[new-berry]

Bigger but with awful watermark:

[try-set-me-on-fire]

This thing has fucking cursed me I had like a thousand words on Friday… sad fic incoming probably by the end of the week…

[acowardinmordor]

Steve is late to meet up Eddie for their first date at the carnival for the fourth of July. He goes to find him, and waits outside the mall, not sure what will happen next.

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Hi. Edited and expanded and still have no idea how to tag or define this thing.

[lesbian-in-leather]

I really should not be given free reign over my own fiction. You think my fics are sad? You think I'm cruel to other people's characters? I am,, so much worse to my own. If this ever gets published y'all better hope you don't read it because if you care about even a single one of these characters... oh boy. That will not end well for you. Or them

[marycorleone]

The Girl Paratrooper - Chapter VI

Face claim: Kaya Scodelario as Mary Corleone

Warning ⚠️: The character Leigh Spencer was created by @msmercury84 for her story "Double Dare You". Visit her blog and read the story. ❤️

Prompt: Mary and Lieb met while training at Camp Toccoa. Both were paratroopers of Easy Company. But the rules were clear: Dating or romantic involvement was prohibited. This made Lieb and Mary date in secret, 'til the girl found out that he had cheated on her.

After breaking up with Joe, Mary grows closer to Bill Guarnere, and what was meant to be just a friendship becomes a marriage. But Bill and Mary don't love each other, and Liebgott is sorry. What will happen?

Bill said to Mary that he wanted the divorce. She cried and screamed, begging him give up that. Mary wouldn't be able to afford a divorce.

"Look, Mary, our marriage was a mistake and you know it. Why don't we break up? We can be only friends, because it is the only thing that we should have been!"

"Friends? You kidding! I love you, I took care of you! Since ever!"

"You don't love me. You love a guy named Joe Liebgott."

"No, I don't! You want left me by myself cause you want hook up with that girl, that one who sang to us in the reunion!"

Bill was quiet. No words in that moment, cause he really thought Mary didn't know about his feelings. Inspite of what his wife said and the bad mood, he decided tell the truth.

"Yes, Mary. I want the divorce cause I love Leigh Spencer."

Mary's heart was hit by this declaration. All that she tried to avoid so hard, right now was in front of her. Bill left the house and Mary cried a lot. But she solved: no divorce.

She didn't love Lieb. He was an error. It was just a hard time. She and Bill would go win that whole thing.

But they didn't.

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Four months ago, despite of her efforts, Bill had not returned. The others men of Easy already know about what had happened.

She was sad, so she decided go for a walk. When Mary got in the downtown, she saw a scene: Bill and Leigh was sat in a bench, together and kissing.

Now only that seems clearer. They were soulmates, and it would be a sin keep them separated. Then she understood that she needed to sign up the divorce.

@msmercury84 @roadtogracelandx45

[butterflyscribbles]

Taking shifts❤️💙🧡

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike and Vanessa swapped vibes,,

[exhausted-undead]

have Mel in her twenties! very roughly inspired by a rococo painting I saw a while back

[snidy]

a jayce without a viktor, a viktor without a jayce. a comic about two failstates in the post-canon of s2. here’s 4/8 pages. i’ll be back with the other 4 :)

[egophiliac]

2025 is the year of the DRAGON SLIPPERS

[chimchiri]

gideon & harrow OR rd and sf as cowboys please please please

It's the cowgirl necro and her gunslinger cav! Who is so damn extra she's got three guns: one left, one right, and one in pole position! (She swears the ladies love it!)

[weinersnarf]

Yorha android Miku, aka 39B

This drawing is the singular reason I have failed inktober. HOW could I concentrate on anything but this?? She has consumed me I fear

(Yes her sword is a leek version of Virtuous Contract. YES she is standing on a pile of leeks. YES I felt the leeks were too important to only mention in the tags.)

[abandoned-quiche]

I LOVE ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS BTW. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR HATE FOR THEM ON MY POST

[starmilkman]

squid game season 3 prediction update

[scribeofmorpheus]

Why Dragon Age Veilguard isn't a "Cathedral"

Concept art by Matt Rhodes

"To disinherit the storylines of past games goes directly against the notion of building cathedrals."

What is inherent with Veilguard that keeps bothering me is the fact that the world's choices truly didn't matter--and it doesn't simply bother me from a player perspective, it's not simply a grievance borne of frustration to what I (as a longtime fan) have lost. It's about the very culture of the arts under capitalism's new media habituation cycle [x][x].

Yes, I spent hours of my life playing and replaying each instalment of Dragon Age. Yes, I painstakingly curated a 'canon' world state by replaying what came before in preparation for Veilguard. Yes, I am even more unsatisfied with the end product--time hasn't helped, it's just widened the divide. But, and I can't stress this enough, these very personal gripes aren't what hit home the most. It's the inherent disregard of legacy. A legacy that the previous writers and game developers were building towards.

In the DAV artbook, "cathedral" is the word used to describe the process of making a game. Matt Rhodes' exact words are: "One artist can make a painting, but it takes a team to build a cathedral." Cathedrals took centuries to build. The architect who drafted the first blueprints would likely never see his work realised, he had to rely on those who came after him, like-minded and passionate, to see it through--for the culture, for the future, for legacy. Painters took on several apprentices for this reason too--giant frescoes were not completed by one man's hand, even if it is one man's name that immortalises them. Similarly, if you weave a narrative around choice, what good does it do to take it away at the final act if not to fall to caricature?

To disinherit the storylines of past games goes directly against the notion of building cathedrals.

Late-stage capitalism and profit-margin-obsessed game producers forcing developers to churn out meager content, to make a known brand into something it's not, to chase a fad or a popular trend... o, how reductive and cliche you've been forced to become Bioware. We have lost the cultural thought patterns relative to Cathedrals. We know only of barn-raised churches--done in a day but unlikely to last the turn of the seasons.

And don't even get me started on the music of Veilguard either. From Origins to World of Warcraft to Everquest to Baldur's Gate to Dungeon Siege, you can hear the intricate interconnected weave of sounds inspired by the Dungeons and Dragons-esque fantasy genre. You hear it in the repeated use of certain instruments, in the harmonic weeping notes of a bard-like singer or the foreboding echoes of drums as if of war. In tavern songs. But then, rather than hire someone who loves these worlds and this genre, who is a hungry artist looking to make a name, a legacy if you will, for themselves with a spectacular score, you hire any already sated composer, one well-into the encroaching years of career fatigue, whose notes repeat in countless projects, who feels less concise and more uninterested with each new project. One who has long since cemented his legacy. Someone in it for a paycheck and nothing else! And, to top it off, you let him compose something so minimalist? I am offended actually.

Cathedrals! We should have witnessed the final tile being placed on the Dragon Age cathedral. Instead, some architects walked up, tore down the interior and installed IKEA furniture and called it authentic before having to call the previous architects to come and fix the "load-bearing issues", forcing them to rush and add a coat of varnish and a few 'aged' details for authenticity.