justice is blind

Indie Matt Murdock. ((Mun and muse are 20+. Semi-Selective. OC Friendly. MCU Verse)) PAGE IS UNDERCONSTRUCTION

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Aʟᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟɪɴᴅ Gᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪ’ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ Wʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ Wʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ Tᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ I’ʟʟ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ

XRULESX     XABOUTX     XASKX

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‘Cause I think you’re a half-measure. I think you’re a man who can’t finish the job. I think that you’re a coward

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                          “Revenge won’t make the pain go away. Trust me, I know.” 

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well it’s certainly been awhile.  thinking of reviving this blog since i’m working my way through season 2.

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OUTOFCANES I’m trying really hard to do replies on my blogs but my muse and motivation are gone after  starting classes today. I’ll try to work on replies tonight or tomorrow. 

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fashionandstings:

As Matt’s fingers traced her skin, starting from her jaw and moving over her features, Jan’s eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the feeling of his touch.  His hand moves, tracing her lips, and Jan couldn’t help but kiss his fingers before his hand moved once more, only to be replaced with Matt’s own lips.

She hadn’t been expecting the kiss, but she returned it nonetheless, smiling into the kiss even as Matt murmured a soft ‘thank you.’  

Once he’d kissed her, Matt returned to tracing her features, and Jan opened her eyes, a smile on her lips as she watched him.  He would never cease to amaze her, and one of these days, she was going to tell him that. 

A soft laugh escaped her at Matt’s compliment, and she grinned. “Thank you,” she murmured, and it was her turn to lean forward to steal a quick kiss.  Jan had always made split-second decisions about people, and she was always immensely glad that she’d decided to actually talk to Matt that day, rather than simply going on her merry way. 

It was funny how just a few months ago he’d bumped into her on the street. He had asked for her help and she kindly obliged. He’d been particularly devilish that day but in doing so he met Janet. She was a wonderful woman and one of a few people who knew his identity. He’d been shocked to know that she was also a vigilante of sorts. He regretted nothing about playing the ‘blind card’ that day. 

Knowing that Janet wasn’t just a fashion designer, that she was also a strong and capable ally brought him comfort. They could each take care of each other. He certainly still worried about her in her outings as the Wasp, but he knew she’d be alright just as much as she knew he’d come home. 

Matt left a trail of kisses as he began his journey down her jaw and to her neck. He didn’t have any cases at the moment and wasn’t going to go into the office till later in the day, he only hoped that her schedule was similar. He had plans to map out her body, to know every inch of it. He pulled away from her for only a moment to shift his position. His legs were on either side of her with his arms resting beside her head to support himself. His lips found where they left off and trailed to her shoulder where they discovered a scar. He frowned slightly before moving one hand free and tracing the wound much like she had earlier. “Sewing accident?” He asked as he traced over the slightly rougher flesh. 

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out of canes. When your url is food related and  you track the tag avocadoism a ton of actual  avocados come up along with sinfully delicious food porn. Thanks tumblr. 

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vandync:

            “—a man who truly knows how to punch.. INTERESTING”             hope commented amused with a smile. “a beer or two is             absolutely FINE, but i have the impression those lawyers             always managed to lost COUNT at some point.”

“You may be associating yourself with the wrong crowd,  Miss van Dyne.” A proud smile spread across his features at what he interpreted to be words of praise. “They must not be very good lawyers.” He didn’t mean to sound cocky, his words more of a statement from what he witnessed about  his fellow lawyers. 

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bishopsbows:

Her head cocked to the side as she watched the dark figure emerge. When she recognized who it was she lowered her arrow and put it back in her quiver “you’re a pain in my ass” she said as she collapsed the bow and hooked it to her utility belt “ever since you started playing vigilante you’ve been causing some tension in my jurisdiction” she said as she stuck out her hand “do you really refer to yourself as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen? Eh, I don’t really care. Listen just wanted to see if I can find you and tell you to keep your messes and destruction on your side of Manhattan.”

The grip around his batons loosened as he heard the bow string go slack. A brow raised under his mask at her words, an unamused look set on his face. “You’re jurisdiction?” He took a step towards her, his hands moving to place his batons back on his side. “Papers call me Daredevil.” Lips drew together in a tight line. “I’m sorry, who are you?”  Idol chat like this was a waste of time. 

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onlyslightlysmarter:

      Natasha was finally back in America, and there was one place where she needed to be and that was a little apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. She took out her copied key and unlocked the door, Natasha could tell straight away that he wasn’t there from the lack of pain filled groans echoing through the half decorated apartment.

     She laid down on his couch and waited for his arrival, she wanted to surprise him but she knew he could her her from miles away. The distinctive sound of his keys unlocking the door made her smile, but there was nervous twinge in her stomach she had just up and left for a few months but it was for something she needed to do, but all in all she missed him.

    Pushing herself up from the couch, Natasha walked slowly toward Matt a nervous smile lined ever so slightly at her lips. ‘ Miss me? ‘

He answered her question by reaching an arm out towards her, his fingers finding her waist before wrapping his arms around her frame. His head inclined down towards her and searched eagerly for her lips which meant that he placed a sloppy kiss to the corner of her mouth. Dammit. A second attempt was rewarded by feeling her plump lips against his. Pulling away for air, Matt gently placed his forehead against her own. Rose colored glasses disguising his closed eyes as he took a moment to enjoy her. 

A content sigh escapes his lips as he once again moves to kiss her. He had tried to find her. Barton was a dead end. She spoke highly of the man and based on that relationship he hoped that he might have an idea as to where she had gone. Sure she’s on a mission or somethin’. Don’t worry. He didn’t worry about her, she was Natasha. Still, having her back in his arms was something he had longed for. “Welcome back to Hell’s Kitchen.” 

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manipulaticn:

     “ what happens if they are INNOCENT, but you can’t prove it? ”

"I try to find a way. Prove that they are innocent of what they’ve been convicted of. But if I can’t prove it and they are found guilty,  i’ve failed as their lawyer.” 

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bishopsbows:

“I hunt what comes out of the shadows” the archer replied cooly as her arrow trained into the darkness “are you going to be a coward or are you going to step out so I can see you?” Kate wasn’t exactly in the mood for games.

A faint sound of a string being drawn taut filled his ears. Hands reached down to remove and wrap tightly around the batons at his side. The Devil took a step towards the heartbeat, his grip on his batons tightening even more prepared for a fight. “I’m not interested in a fight with you.” 

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shenothulk:

Jen brushed her hair back out of her eyes “Well Mr. Murdock I hear great things about the cases you take perhaps I could pick your pick brain sometimes for case strategies” Jen said to him  “After this is done with anyway” she added referring to her case file.

A rosy hue spread across his cheeks, warming his face at the newly made acquaintance. “Of course. Perhaps you’d like to join me for a cup of coffee someday. I’ll give you my number if you’d like.” To have another person to discuss cases with and different methods would be a welcomed change. Sure he had Foggy and Karen, but a stranger who shared the same career would be different. Jen could offer him a fresh outlook on things. 

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compatiior:

asklorkhan:

I want to rp with you, but I don’t think you want to rp with me: a book by me

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Natasha​

Matt’s keys jingled in his hands as he made his way up the stairs that lead to his floor of the apartment complex. A hand reached out towards the door only to find that the door was already opened. His lips drew together in a tight line as he held his cane tighter against his frame. Slowly he opened the door and placed his cane against the wall before entering the apartment. He would get the upper hand against whomever was in his apartment.  Slowly he inched down the hall way and stopped in his tracks upon hearing a heartbeat in the next room. Then the smell of a familiar perfume filled his nostrils. His brows knitted together before a sigh escaped his lips. Natasha. God, when was the last time she’d been in New York? When was the last time he had even heard from her? One morning he woke up and she was gone. That was months ago. Instead of speaking he took a step towards her, his lips threatening to twitch up into a smile. 

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fashionandstings:

A smile curved Jan’s lips upwards as Matt’s hand found her face, his fingers lingering on her chin.  Jan was a very tactile person to begin with, but the fact that Matt was blind allowed her to indulge her need to almost constantly be touching those she cared about.  

She couldn’t help the little laugh that left her lips and she shook her head.  “No, it definitely isn’t,” she agreed.  Jan made all her own costumes, and the fabric had been the hardest part.  Eventually, she’d managed to create her own new type of cloth: as supple as spandex, but as tough as leather.  

The talk of suits had distracted her, momentarily, but Matt’s hand on her skin, as well as his soft question brought her back instantly.  Jan turned her head, placing a gentle kiss against Matt’s palm before she murmured, “Of course.”  Her heart skipped a beat in anticipation of his touch, as it almost always did, her smile bright and happy. 

He grinned the moment he heard her heart literally skip a beat. All thoughts of them talking about his scars was gone. He was glad that he could easily change the subject and take her focus off of the various wounds that decorated his flesh.

A hand gently moved up her jaw and found her cheekbones then moved to the left towards her soft lips. He let his fingers for a brief moment before trailing upwards. His head leaned towards hers and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Thank you.” He murmured against her lips before pulling away from her and continuing to explore the features of her face he’d never see. “Janet, you’re beautiful.” He told her before, hell every moment she blessed him with he’d tell her how stunning she was. He didn’t need to see her to know that she was beautiful.

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noprisonersjustorder:

starter for avocadoiisms 

Brock was sent in to locate the man in a black mask said to be terrorizing the neighborhood of Hell’s Kitchen, New York. A man who does all of his work at night. Either this guy’s afraid to be seen or he’s a vampire. Despite the grunt and foot work, Brock’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least somewhat curious. 

Using SHIELD’s intel to supplement what he already had on the Daredevil’s identity from Hydra’s files, he arrived at the building outside Nelson and Murdock. 

Climbed up the stairs, he knocked on the door, grimacing at the state the place was in.

A slight groan escaped Matt’s lips as a knock sounded throughout the small office. His body protested his effort to get up from his desk chair. Last night had been... rough. According to Foggy he had his ‘ass handed to him’. A few cuts, a minor stab wound to the left shoulder were nothing compared to the injuries he’d sustained in the past. 

Foggy moved towards the door and opened it, a smile forming at the sight of a man who he figured could be a potential client. “Hey! Welcome to Nelson and Murdock. Come up stairs, we can discuss whatever legal problems you might have encountered.” Matt stood at the sound of Foggy’s and the unknown guest’s footsteps. “Matt, we have a visitor.” A small smile formed over his lips as a hand extended outwards, hopefully in the direction of the visitor.