𝑀urdock.
@cornarosse.bsky.social
For we walk by 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡ℎ. .
Not by 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. . .
Not by 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. . .
Pinned
“Well, we could all be anyone.” He says through a sly grin, taking his seat across from the other - - his hands move to rest at the top of his cane.
“You’ve come to Nelson & Murdock for help, and we’re here to help. So tell me, Adrienne, how can we help?”
“You’ve come to Nelson & Murdock for help, and we’re here to help. So tell me, Adrienne, how can we help?”
October 16, 2025 at 4:28 PM
“Well, we could all be anyone.” He says through a sly grin, taking his seat across from the other - - his hands move to rest at the top of his cane.
“You’ve come to Nelson & Murdock for help, and we’re here to help. So tell me, Adrienne, how can we help?”
“You’ve come to Nelson & Murdock for help, and we’re here to help. So tell me, Adrienne, how can we help?”
“Sorry.” He says through thin lips, accompanied by a gentle nod of his head.
“Matt Murdock.” Matt extends a hand out to them, aimed just somewhere in the middle. “Nice to finally meet you.”
“Matt Murdock.” Matt extends a hand out to them, aimed just somewhere in the middle. “Nice to finally meet you.”
October 7, 2025 at 11:56 PM
“Sorry.” He says through thin lips, accompanied by a gentle nod of his head.
“Matt Murdock.” Matt extends a hand out to them, aimed just somewhere in the middle. “Nice to finally meet you.”
“Matt Murdock.” Matt extends a hand out to them, aimed just somewhere in the middle. “Nice to finally meet you.”
Late to a meeting.
Bruise under his left eye. Hopefully the glasses cover most of it. Stings like hell.
Bruise under his left eye. Hopefully the glasses cover most of it. Stings like hell.
October 7, 2025 at 11:00 PM
Late to a meeting.
Bruise under his left eye. Hopefully the glasses cover most of it. Stings like hell.
Bruise under his left eye. Hopefully the glasses cover most of it. Stings like hell.
Reposted by 𝑀urdock.
I’m sure it’ll work itself out.
October 7, 2025 at 2:33 AM
I’m sure it’ll work itself out.
Unfortunately no, blindness does not lead to mind reading.
But I can hear real well. And I hear a crack in your voice that sounds like Foggy when The Mets are losing.
You need to do what’s best for you.
But I can hear real well. And I hear a crack in your voice that sounds like Foggy when The Mets are losing.
You need to do what’s best for you.
October 7, 2025 at 12:59 AM
Unfortunately no, blindness does not lead to mind reading.
But I can hear real well. And I hear a crack in your voice that sounds like Foggy when The Mets are losing.
You need to do what’s best for you.
But I can hear real well. And I hear a crack in your voice that sounds like Foggy when The Mets are losing.
You need to do what’s best for you.
Spider-Man. -sigh-.
As your sometimes Lawyer and friend, I advise against suing the citizens of New York for wearing your face on a shirt.
I also advise against being our mascot.
I advise, more than anything, for you to take a break.
As your sometimes Lawyer and friend, I advise against suing the citizens of New York for wearing your face on a shirt.
I also advise against being our mascot.
I advise, more than anything, for you to take a break.
October 7, 2025 at 12:24 AM
Spider-Man. -sigh-.
As your sometimes Lawyer and friend, I advise against suing the citizens of New York for wearing your face on a shirt.
I also advise against being our mascot.
I advise, more than anything, for you to take a break.
As your sometimes Lawyer and friend, I advise against suing the citizens of New York for wearing your face on a shirt.
I also advise against being our mascot.
I advise, more than anything, for you to take a break.
That seems unlike you, Spidey.
October 7, 2025 at 12:13 AM
That seems unlike you, Spidey.
Spider-Man. No lawsuits? Right?
October 7, 2025 at 12:09 AM
Spider-Man. No lawsuits? Right?
New York.
So busy when the holidays come lurking.
So busy when the holidays come lurking.
October 7, 2025 at 12:06 AM
New York.
So busy when the holidays come lurking.
So busy when the holidays come lurking.
Reposted by 𝑀urdock.
Reposted by 𝑀urdock.
The teen walked with an unsteady, somewhat lurchy gait back into the cell, which she promptly collapsed into, sinking directly into her knees and then onto her side, her pink hair draping over her face.
August 11, 2025 at 6:05 AM
The teen walked with an unsteady, somewhat lurchy gait back into the cell, which she promptly collapsed into, sinking directly into her knees and then onto her side, her pink hair draping over her face.
Waking up - - sore. Of course sore. Didn’t see the baseball bat coming to his side until it hit - - The Kitchen Irish refuse to unsettle.
August 8, 2025 at 4:06 PM
Waking up - - sore. Of course sore. Didn’t see the baseball bat coming to his side until it hit - - The Kitchen Irish refuse to unsettle.
He can smell her now - - 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 he can practically 𝙨𝙚𝙚 her now. She laid in his bed, his hand runs over the covers, they’re still warm. She must’ve just left - - suddenly his a college kid again, she’s making him 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨.
“Elektra.” Again her name sweeps his from his feet. Where is she?
“Elektra.” Again her name sweeps his from his feet. Where is she?
August 7, 2025 at 4:28 AM
He can smell her now - - 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 he can practically 𝙨𝙚𝙚 her now. She laid in his bed, his hand runs over the covers, they’re still warm. She must’ve just left - - suddenly his a college kid again, she’s making him 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨.
“Elektra.” Again her name sweeps his from his feet. Where is she?
“Elektra.” Again her name sweeps his from his feet. Where is she?
He can smell her. Taste her almost. Greek sands and high tides - - cobblestone and worn leather. Memories, love - - no. Not anymore.
“Elektra.”
The words fall from his lips like pattering rain. So long ago - - they were nothing but a flame. Now - - she’s 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.
“Elektra.”
The words fall from his lips like pattering rain. So long ago - - they were nothing but a flame. Now - - she’s 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.
August 7, 2025 at 3:33 AM
He can smell her. Taste her almost. Greek sands and high tides - - cobblestone and worn leather. Memories, love - - no. Not anymore.
“Elektra.”
The words fall from his lips like pattering rain. So long ago - - they were nothing but a flame. Now - - she’s 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.
“Elektra.”
The words fall from his lips like pattering rain. So long ago - - they were nothing but a flame. Now - - she’s 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.
*Matt gives him a confused but slightly scared look - - taking a step away from the other.
Okay. .Spider-Man. .same time tomorrow?
Okay. .Spider-Man. .same time tomorrow?
August 7, 2025 at 3:31 AM
*Matt gives him a confused but slightly scared look - - taking a step away from the other.
Okay. .Spider-Man. .same time tomorrow?
Okay. .Spider-Man. .same time tomorrow?
Spider-Man are you telling me, you’re lawyer, that there is a man with a gun pointed at us?
August 7, 2025 at 2:12 AM
Spider-Man are you telling me, you’re lawyer, that there is a man with a gun pointed at us?
*Searching wallet.
*Finding not much.
Does five work?
*Finding not much.
Does five work?
August 7, 2025 at 2:08 AM
*Searching wallet.
*Finding not much.
Does five work?
*Finding not much.
Does five work?
That’s not how that works.
August 7, 2025 at 2:00 AM
That’s not how that works.
Nelson & Murdock.
Now accepting all clients, Meta - Human or not.
Now accepting all clients, Meta - Human or not.
August 7, 2025 at 12:41 AM
Nelson & Murdock.
Now accepting all clients, Meta - Human or not.
Now accepting all clients, Meta - Human or not.
Lot of poking the bear going on.
August 6, 2025 at 11:15 PM
Lot of poking the bear going on.