Request: Hi I was wondering if I could request a Matt Murdock teen daughter reader where she ends up at Saint Agnes and Matt didn’t know about her but then he finds out and ends up taking her in and they are really similar but nervous around each other at first but then fluffy bonding happens? Thanks
Matt’s focus was primarily on the braille in front of him as he ran his finger over it as quick as he could process the information. He was quite a bit behind on this case, having put a bit too much time into his… other job, recently. Foggy had been nice enough to transfer all the files for him into braille while he went to get coffee for them both. The silence in the small office was useful in this situation, helping him focus.
His focus was broken at the sudden sound of his phone, and it admittedly made him jump, before he picked it up, answering it and holding it to his ear. “Hello?” He asked.
“Hello, am I talking to Matt Murdock?” The voice of an elderly woman asked into the phone rather sweetly. His mind immediately jumped to the idea that she was calling about a case, which wasn’t something he was looking forward to- he hated to think what trouble had reached this woman where she had to call him for help. However, after he thought harder, he realised he knew that voice. It was the voice of a nun at the old orphanage he spent many years in.
“Yes it is, is this the Saint Agnes Orphanage?” He asked in response.
“That it is, dear. If my memory serves me right, you spent some time with us, though that’s not why I’m calling.” She told him, before divulging into her reason for calling. He listened closely as the nun started to tell him the story that led her to call, and as he listened to her, he remained quiet.
Foggy arrived back in the office to catch Matt fumbling to put his jacket on. “Hey- where you goin?” He asked.
“Saint Agnes.” He answered shortly, managing to get his arms in the coat’s sleeves.
“Why what happened?” Foggy asked, putting the coffee down and following Matt out the door. “Matt! What happened?”
“I…” He stopped in the hallway, pacing erratically, pulling his hair until Foggy physically had to step in, pulling his arms down and stopping him in his tracks. “They called- a girl has been dropped off there last night and her birth certificate has me as the father- I have a kid, foggy, I need to go get her-”
“Okay- okay, come on, I’ll drive you.” Foggy assured, not processing what exactly Matt had told him until he was already driving his friend to the orphanage, though he didn’t make any comment- Matt was already in a state and just wanted to get to the building. Any questions would get answered in due time.
As soon as Foggy told Matt that they were at the orphanage, he honestly expected Matt to jump out and go and find this kid of his, but he was still. He stared at the glove compartment, his jaw tense. Where Foggy was sat, he could see his friend’s eyes were closed, and he was focussing. “Matt, what do you know about her?” He asked his friend.
“...Her mom died in an accident, they didn’t say what kind of accident, and she had put me on the birth certificate when our daughter was born… Foggy I think I can hear her from here.” He admitted to his friend, turning to him. “She’s crying.”
“Well… let’s get in there and cheer her up, hey?” Foggy pushed, giving him a little nudge, and it was what Matt needed to get out the car, and walk to the entrance, knocking and waiting only a moment for a nun to answer the door.
“Hello Mattew, I assume you’re here for Y/N?” She asked.
“Y-Yes, that’s correct.” He confirmed as Foggy offered his arm for his friend, Matthew taking his elbow to follow the nun into the building. It was a mostly quiet building- it being the weekday and not even lunch time yet, most of the children were away at school at that moment, so it wasn’t long till Foggy was also able to hear the soft cries coming from an approaching room.
“We decided to let her stay in bed today, she’s very upset about losing her mother, I imagine it’ll do her good to be with you, Matthew.” The nun assured as she stopped outside your room. “When you’re ready.”
Matt swallowed as he let go of Foggy, feeling the door and finding the door knob, though he realised the rudeness of the situation, and knocked first, waiting a moment after hearing your sobs fall silent, though he could hear you sniffling and the rustling of bedding, and after a moment of little movement, he opened the door, stepping in, and made the decision to shut the door behind him. After hearing the click, he turned. “Y/N?” He asked. He tried to remember the layout of how the bedrooms used to be when he lived here, but he wasn’t sure if it was still like that.
“...Who are you?” Your voice emerged, scratchy and hoarse from crying and slightly defensive, though he picked up that you were older than he presumed- he thought you were a young child, but now he realised you were close to, or were in your teenage years. He identified your voice as being in front of him, and knowing you were probably still in bed, he felt safe knowing the layout of the room hadn’t changed much from his residence.
“I’m Matt Murdock, and according to your birth certificate, I’m your father.” He explained, taking a step away from the door, a hand reaching out in preparation as he took several more and felt the bed frame, stopping. He wasn’t sure where on the bed you were, and out of habit he kept his head at a lower angle.
“Blind? Yes. I’ve been blind since an incident when I was a kid, so I’m used to it.” He explained, taking his glasses off to show his eyes. He heard the bed creak and the ruffling of the bedsheets and he could sense you were getting closer.
“What do you do? As a job?” You asked him. Matt smiled for several reasons. One, it seemed his presence and your questions had distracted you from your melancholy, but also you had moved yourself to actually be in his line of sight, right in front of him.
“I’m a lawyer. I actually came here with my partner, he’s called Foggy, we’re the Avocados of Law.” He explained to you, and to his surprise, you actually laugh.
“I get it! Cause Lawyer in Spanish is Abogado, right?” You asked, and he grinned, chuckling as well, though very quickly the awkward silence returned. Matt felt the cold metal of the bed frame which seemed to have been an upgrade, though he could feel the roughness and unevenness on it’s surface where the paint was chipping and he had to fight the urge to pick at it. “How long have you known about me?” You asked.
“Pardon?” He asked, surprised by your question.
“How long have you known about me?” You repeated. Matt removed his hands from the railing to feel his watch.
“I got the call about half an hour ago, I got here as soon as I put the phone down.” He explained to you. “If I had known you existed before I would have come and found you…” He promised.
“Have you been in a similar situation? Where someone wasn’t there?” You asked. Matt couldn’t help standing up straight at the question, his mind immediately jumping to thinking of his mother. “Sorry-”
“Don’t be. You’re right.” He immediately assured, feeling his way around the side of the bed, and reaching out to feel the bed so he could sit nearby. However, what he wasn’t expecting was the feeling of someone taking his hand, and resting their other on his elbow to guide him to sit down beside you. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” Matt was able to place your voice right beside him, and as he shuffled to get comfy, he bumped into your body lightly. He looked down, offering a hand, and after a moment, you took it, and he gave it a squeeze.
“I’ve been in a very similar position. My mom left after I was born and my dad was raising me. He was a boxer. After my accident that left be blind, he was killed. My mom refused to take me in, and I grew up here… I know everything you’re feeling right now, in here.” He explained, placing a hand on his chest. “And I know how lonely it can feel… but I’m here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you in here alone. I’m gonna look after you, okay?” He promised you. After a moment, he felt something on his shoulder, and he quickly realised it was your head, leaning on him. He wrapped his arm around you. “It’ll be awkward at first, but we can have a sit down and get to properly know each other, but we’ll be okay, and I already know you and I are gonna be two peas in a pod.”
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hi may i ask what does partnering aro mean? is it any different from romo favorable aro?
Borrowed definitions from AUREA:
Partnering (see Amorous):
Describes an aromantic person who wishes to form a significant partnership with others. The opposite of nonamorous. Not everyone finds this category of description relevant.
[On an] axis describing a person’s level of comfort with actions that are perceived as romantic directed at them or displays of them (in person or in media). The level of comfort may be dynamic and conditional.
Romance favorable – describes a person who is comfortable with and may enjoy romance or displays of romantic affections.
Generally speaking, the way I describe the difference is that a partnering aro usually means that they want a significant IRL relationship, which may or may not be romantic. Romance favorable aros, on the other hand, may simply enjoy romance in media or IRL, and not be a statement of how that individual personally feels about romance directed at them.
as a bonus term: romo aro
Describes a person who is on the aromantic spectrum and experiences romantic attraction in some way or who desires/is in a romantic relationship. Stands for “romantic aromantic.”
See @a-romantic--aromantic for more on this identity :)
im quite sure i’m an IFJ but it seems like my use of fe is disjointed and isolated, which has become increasingly difficult to live with because i end up resenting people, not individuals i know but just People as an entity.
i’ll try to explain what i’m experiencing and i hope you can verify if this is an IFJ struggle because it feels better when my problems are seen and validated i suppose (i do hope i don’t take up too much of your time!):
i have the person i am on my own and the person i become in the presence of others, except it’s not a singular persona but is dependent on whoever im with as i process their personality and emotional state and respond accordingly to fit them how i can. it feels like i have no control of fe being on autopilot when i’m in a situation with People i have to interact with, that shuts down whatever my introverted dominant function is. the thing is, i do enjoy that shared emotional wavelength but the moment i’m not in proximity of friends i’m forced to recognize, i slip back into my mind my world and i don’t want to be torn from it so i can avoid disappointing people when i’m not able perform exactly to their liking (or really, my own expectations of connection). but i’m torn away from it when i’m around Friends and fe switches back on instinctively. So then i dread People, i dread them for making me feel the obligation to fit and please them and enjoy doing so but have it drain me because i never get to be met on my wavelength that’s just not possible because of fe’s immediate switch so that it’s their wavelength i’m on.
i know this must sound so paradoxical, but if you have any thoughts i would be glad to hear them:)
This is unfortunately common for IFJs and is what causes many of them to fall into Ti-loops and/or not develop Fe properly (out of a desire to remain more detached). The solution is to learn to be more objective about your NEED to adapt to others, by developing FeTi in the right way. What does this look like? Start analyzing your reaction and adaptability to people while it's happening, by looking inside yourself and asking yourself questions (why am I suppressing my true opinion here? is it out of fear of rejection? or would they benefit from hearing another point of view? do I need to adapt to them, or should I assert myself? is this feeling mine or theirs? if it's theirs, do I need to mirror it or can I accept and experience it with them, without assuming it's mine as well?). Writing out your day's experiences, how you felt with people, etc., can also help you "see" what is going on in your head -- it gets out your frustrations, and lets you sort through your thoughts and feelings in order to make decisions for next time (I went along with this, but I didn't like it and I felt invalidated by it, so I should remember next time to take a firmer stand or say no).
It's not bad to be on others' wavelengths and make them feel comfortable ... but it is problematic if doing so makes you lose part of who you are, agree to things you don't want to do, or go along with things that violate your personal beliefs. You should spend some time separate from others to decide what those are, where your boundaries lie, and what you will/won't tolerate, so you know where to detach from people who aren't good for you, and when to let others in who aren't going to expect you not to be yourself.
What is it that you can bring to the discussion? What thoughts do you have to share? what ideas? what beliefs about the world? Do not reflect others so much that you have nothing that is "me" to bring to them -- something unique to you: a product of YOUR thinking. :)
So it's been a month now since No Way Home came out.
That said, I know that with the pandemic and some countries around the world stuck in lockdown, not everyone has had a chance to see it.
However, I am wondering...
How do we feel about starting to include No Way Home related quotes on this blog?
Any quote I use that's No Way Home related would be tagged accordingly, so those who are blocking the tags should still be in the clear. However, I know Tumblr has a history of occasionally failing in that realm, and I don't want to risk ruining it for anyone who may not have had the chance to see it yet.
So. If anyone, and I mean anyone, sends an ask or comments or anything in between letting me know that they DO NOT WANT No Way Home quotes to be included on the blog yet, I will happily oblige. I have the content, and I'd love to post it, but I also have no problems continuing to save it until No Way Home is available for streaming if it means ensuring that everyone gets the true fan experience of watching it for the first time.
Please let me know how you all feel about this! I'll give it another week before I do anything to make sure everyone has had a chance to see this post.
If you haven't seen the movie and do not want me to include related quotes, please let me know ASAP!
Thank you for reading and responding! Love you all! <3
Hello Dear Author! A MC with low charisma will make a poor commander? Or he/she could be a succesful and respected one?
This is the thing. Your MC will be able to fight battles in certain styles, or at least im attempting to make this reality. A high combat MC with med Charisma would be able to lead from the frontlines tactically. A low combat MC with High intelligence and med Charisma will be able to command the army from their command tent strategically. A high charisma MC with med combat or intelligence will be able to either give morale boosts and epic speeches while fighting alongside their men with bodyguards', or give a speech before the battle and make sure everythings is running along well with the supply chains.
Or i could say screw it and just make the MC unable to really participate in the battles unless theyre high Combat or high Intelligence as charisma really doesnt have a place in the battlefield, not really while men are desperately fighting and cant hear anything due to the clanging of steel and the cries of dying soldiers. Get what i mean? I have ideas, but i need to choose ideas and implement the ones that can be realistically done with my coding skill and free time that im not getting paid for lol
Maybe ill be able to have the player choose their leading style, a sorta behind the scenes Hannibal Barca style that plans the battle before hand and lays all the pieces in place to execute it.
Or perhaps an Alexander the Great style where he fights with the hammer and anvil tactic and waits for an opportunity to exploit
Hi! I liked the comparison you did earlier, using a friend of yours and your grandpa, to distinguish between tert-Fe and inf-Fe. I was wondering if you could do the same for low Te. Probably yourself as an example of tert-Te, and any inf-Te that you know.
I feel like this is more of a stronger Ne example, but I had an INFP friend tell me she was really struggling to want to finish writing a novel, so I asked her why, and she said she didn't want to kill off a character that she loved, but that had been the "plan" from the beginning; she was now deep into it, loved this character, and did not want to do that and devastate all the other characters, so she was avoiding working on her story. And my answer was: then don't kill her off, come up with a new plan that causes the same conflict within the narrative without resulting in her death. And she went... "I can do that??"
Inferior Te's sometimes get so stuck on their PLAN, they forget to be improvisational, which is what they are best at. They attempt so hard to 'control' whatever they are working on that they can't just go with the flow of new possibilities, approaches, or ideas when they come to them -- in that sense, they cling to low Si (what's familiar) and Te (my plan) and repress Ne to some extent; for me, I never create a rough outline. She does, because it's the only way to know if her overall plot works -- to structure it out loosely on paper, to "see" it, and any ways to "fix" what's missing, and then lets the details create themselves. I can't do this. I can't envision that many details. So I wind up pantsing most of anything I write -- I have a vague general idea of what I want, or of the characters, or I picture an epic betrayal or scene I am working toward, and then I let everything create itself. The process of writing at first is very scattered and disorganized and frustrating for me, because I am trying hard to find the best idea / plot / approach (my tert-Te) that will streamline everything and keep it very focused and on track, but my Ne-dom is all over the place. This is why I wind up writing 6-7 early chapters and discarding them (sometimes to the tune of 50k words or more that I just 'throw away' -- she finds that a little intimidating and horrific) before I know what my plot is, which characters I need, and then it goes like gangbusters to the end.
BUT... it is way easier for me to switch paths and to focus on the rational bones of my story than it is for her to consider logistics. She likes me as a beta reader because I will notice plot holes, things that aren't resolved, explanations that make no sense, repeated words and phrases, and grammatical errors. (For what it's worth, editing is my job and I am very good at it; but I notice things that strong Te users would notice, which is plot flow, wrong words, bad sentence structure, confusing sentences, etc.)
Sometimes... it feels like tert-Te is just "obviously" logical. Like, an IFP will be trying to figure out what to do and the solution is right in front of them from my perspective, but they can't find it. Like the example of "just don't kill her off then." My Te assessed the problem -- this is making you unhappy, and you are the creator of the story, which means you control everything that happens in it, and you upset that you don't want to work on this anymore, so -- change it. :P
We have also both discussed running households in the past. INFP says she feels overwhelmed when everything is on her, because it's a lot to try and figure out meals for the family, keep track of who needs to be when and where, and keep up with a schedule -- but I would find figuring out that stuff fun, just not DOING it fun. She finds the schedules outside forces force on her to be somewhat comforting, since she can establish a routine that gives structure to her day (low Si and Te) whereas I find any restrictions on me or commitments (like being somewhere at a certain time every day/week) to be frustrating rather than liberating -- I hate feeling like I can't do whatever I want in a day; I want to make my own plan and do that, not have others dictate it to me. Routines are useful in so much as you GET STUFF DONE, but they bore me to tears otherwise.
Being alone is a difficult discipline: a beautiful and difficult sense of being solitary is always the ground from which we step into a contemplative intimacy with the unknown, but the first portal of
alone is often experienced as a gateway to alienation, grief, and abandonment [. . .].
To be alone for any length of time is to shed an outer skin. The body is inhabited in a different way when we are alone than when we are with others. Alone, we live in our bodies as a question rather than a statement.
David Whyte, from “Alone,” Consolations (Many Rivers Press, 2021)