Classes Started So I'm More Productive, Have Another Character Study, This Time, Matt!!

Classes started so I'm more productive, have another character study, this time, matt!! 💼

Day 8: Matt Murdock

The pain is depurative. More than any number of 'hail mary's could be. This is a true penance, action without the self-pity of words. Without the excuses.

Matt takes his punishment as he has earned it, with a bloody smile.

It hurts, of course it hurts. It's supposed to hurt. Each blow tastes sweet, like pennies on a rainy day. Feels jagged and jittery like something close to love. The caress of something bigger than him.

This fight only ends one way—Matt, standing, bloodied over a pile of unconscious thugs—but first, he has to earn it. Spit enough blood on the concrete to pay for what drips down his knuckles.

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Little late, but I got it done!! Have some dincobb 🤠 (coming up with pairings is more difficult than I thought LMAO)

Day 5: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth

Din's shoulder aches. He'd applied some emergency bacta once the vertigo had faded, but the pain persists. He stumbles from his speeder and drags his feet as he lurches into town, trying to ignore the searing in his shoulder.

It's late, the roads are empty, but he knows where he's going.

"Hmm. Mando?" Cobb Vanth is radiant in the moonlight, yawning and rumpled in a loose nightshirt. Din nods.

"Can I come in?" His voice is strained, even with the vocoder.

Cobb blinks, pauses, then roves his eyes over Din's armor.

"Course. Need anything?" He asks, eyeing the way Din favors his shoulder as he sidles through the doorway.

"No. Just- just you."

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Life is so BUSY rn im losing it; anyway have some domestic todoiida

Day 9: Tenya Iida/Shoto Todoroki

"Tenya, have you seen my address book? I can't remember Mrs. Midoriya's street number."

Shoto is hunched over a stack of freshly handwritten wedding invitations, hands shaking a little. At first, Tenya was going to have them printed, but Shoto insisted. He wanted them to feel more personal. Now he just had to put them in envelopes.

Tenya hums from where he's chopping vegetables with calm efficiency. He wipes his hands and walks over, covering the pot on the stove.

"Your address book?" He asks, rounding the table, absentmindedly taking one of Shoto's hands and beginning to knead his aching palm.

"Oh, for the envelopes? I've already done them, here." He reaches into a drawer and pulls out a stack of neatly addressed envelopes. Shoto pulls his hands to his lips and presses a lingering kiss there.

"You didn't have to."

Tenya leans down to kiss his head, smiling.

"I know."

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Guys…. Bad news…. School has started and I am veritably DROWNING in work bc as always I have bitten off more than I can chew. SO I’m going to put the 100 days on pause for now and update when/if I can from now to January (when grad school apps are due) and THEN when I hopefully have more time I’ll be able to start again. IM SO SORRY FOR EVERYONE WHO WAS ENJOYING I WAS HAVING SO MUCH FUN,,,, in the meantime if there’s anything you wanna see feel free to use my askbox :)

I keep doing these so late, but still on the day so ha ! This ones not romantic just a bit of riz feels 💚

Day 7: Riz Gukgak

“You’re not as smart as you think you are.”

It’s something Riz has started telling himself, when he feels like he’s getting too cocky. Too comfortable.

Overconfidence gets people hurt. People he cares about. No matter how many cases he solves, how many pieces he puts together, it’s never a sure thing. Nothing is ever true until he proves it. And he needs to remember that.

It’s not exactly a kind thing to be thinking about himself, but it’s pretty tame compared to some of the other thoughts he could choose to vocalize. And it helps. Or it will. In the long run.

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Another day another blurb, this time, hanklogan !! I saw a fanart on twitter and have become obsessed 💛 💙

Day 6: Hank McCoy/Logan Howlett

"How much longer?"

Logan blinks in the doorway, leaning in a loose-collared sweatshirt against the jamb as a yawn shakes through him. Hank looks up from his laptop, humming.

"I'm not sure." His expression softens as he takes in Logan's slumped form. "I'll try to be quick."

With a low growl, Logan stalks into the room, slipping between Hank's arms and budging up against his chest. "Too long." He mumbles, nosing into the side of Hank's neck.

Hank chuckles, taking the aggressive affection with good humor and shifting around until the two of them are laid on the couch, his laptop rested against the gentle curve of Logan's back.

"Good?" Hank asks, adjusting his glasses to look down at Logan, who rumbles contentedly.

"Good."

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