† a world on fire

independent matt murdock [daredevil] rp blog. selective. mostly tv verse - gradually adding comic references. experienced mun. semi private.

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                             hey, pay attention to me! i’m fascinating. / written by farrah.

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welcome to the Daredevil fandom where every ship is problematic and no one makes good choices pls take a seat

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@hollabackmerc liked for a starter

          “So, Mr Pool,” One brow quirks -- what else did you call the           notorious Deadpool when he arrives in your law firm seeking           some sort of legal advice? “What can Nelson & Murdock do           for you.”

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+ starter call

You know what to do!

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             in this cold reality I made                       this selfish war machine

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✗ before the night takes us

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       quite frankly, she could have stayed in hell’s kitchen and with matt, but her place wasn’t in a place that she hasn’t grown up in, nor has matured through SAVING it. gotham was the place she had to be, with it’s constant crime and terrible weather —- the league had needed her, batman had needed her and she couldn’t just refuse and ignore those who needed her help. so she had to end things with matt and go back HOME, much to her disappointment. it wasn’t long after that, that she heard all about what had happened in hell’s kitchen —- frank castle and his case, daredevil’s spiral, the assassins that ventured through and the death of a mysterious woman. ( that last one wasn’t in the news – but word spreads between heroes. ) zee couldn’t help but worry about her former flame and alas, here she was in hell’s kitchen again and catching up with him after a long year.

lips curl up into a smile and she tells the cab it’s here and she pays him ( with a good tip ), before getting out of the car and tucking a loose curl behind her ear. there’s a good amount of BUTTERFLIES in her stomach but she swallows it down and pretends it’s just another boy. ( she’s had plenty in her life. bruce, john … never ends well. ) heels click against the ground, then the floor as she enters the restaurant, lips curling up into a warm smile at the hostess. ❛   two for murdock?   ❜ she ignores the way her heart flutters and instead focuses on the way the girl nods and leads her to the table. she follows the hostess and lets herself look around for a brief moment, fingers moving over the material of her jacket. they finally stop and zatanna lets her eyes glance over matt, flitting over his clothes, his tie, pausing at his mouth before stopping at his face. ( oh, christ almighty. ) there’s a moment of silence before she finally speaks up, flicking a lock of hair over her shoulder. ❛   thank you.   ❜ she murmurs to the girl, looking at her and smiling before letting her gaze turn back towards matt. ❛   italian, huh? is that a play at my heritage, matt?   ❜

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          Zatanna had a heartbeat he could pick out in a stadium full of people. The magic that coursed through her veins left quite the mark on her biologically, creating a dancing rhythm in her chest that he had never heard come from anyone else. There was an exuberance to it, though he knew she’d seen her fair share of turmoil - through it all, the steady beat of her life remained strong and steady. It was only a small part of what intrigued Matt about her -- in and amongst the actual magic itself, and her incredibly infectious personality, there was an exotic trait he couldn’t resist in her that pulled him in like some sort of sexual gravity. Undeniably there had been tension between them since the day they met - thankfully, it hadn’t taken them long to act on it, and over time, it built itself up again. The moment she waked into the restaurant he could feel her nearby, feel a tightness in his chest and a primal urge flair up in the pit of his belly. He wet his lower lip with his tongue, nervously clearing his throat again as the hostess greeted his date friend and led her over to the table, trying to gain some sort of composure before Zatanna sat down.

Surprisingly, there was a flutter in her heartbeat - she was as nervous as he was about their reunion. He stood as she approached, thanking the hostess before returning to his seat. “It wasn’t intentional,” He quipped in reply to the magician, a coy grin flashing across his features. “Well, not that I’m admitting to at least.” Matt chuckled, shrugging. For now he’d avoid any conversation about recent events. He had no doubt that Zatanna knew -- between the news reports, and the inevitable gossip between the ‘hero’ community, nothing stayed quiet for long. She was a smart girl, and missing out on that maelstrom wouldn’t have been possible, even in Gotham. For now, he’d stick with the simplicities. “How have you been?”

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✗ before the night takes us

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         He had to admit it - he was legitimately nervous. So much had changed since she’d left, and his world was vastly different. Karen, Foggy, everything damn else..it all had turned upside down and the ship of Matthew Murdock had capsized completely. Perhaps Zatanna leaving him to head back to Gotham and do whatever it was she did was the start of it all, the ominous taking on of water after hitting the iceberg; but she had contacted him, wanting to see him again, even after knowing the shit that had taken place in Hell’s Kitchen. Their fling had been one hell of a time, and the thought about igniting it excited him -- but confronting her after it all legitimately caused him anxiety. Taking on a dangerous mob was nothing - but Matt Murdock was suddenly turned into a nervous wreck at the thought of her.

        She was supposed to meet him at a quaint Italian restaurant not far from his apartment, and had texted him noting that she’d just disembarked the train and hailed a cab, and would be along shortly. He nervously bit his lower lip, fiddling with his tie, dismissing the waitress who came by the table to see if he’d like a refill on his water. “I’m alright for now, thank you,” He shared a charming smile in the server’s direction before clearing his throat. He hated waiting, especially in a situation like this -- patience was not one of Matthew’s virtues. 

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“Avocados?” “It’s a long story.”

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*aggressively looks for Karens + Foggys to plot with*

holla at me, friends.

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-- fire in the kitchen

[reventum]

    THE MOVEMENT IN the street as the evening turned to night and then dragged on into the sickly yellow lighting of streetlamps slowed to almost nothing and it was only once he’d deemed the coast was clear did Bucky decide it was time to move. Legs that had been locked in the same position for hours protested momentarily when he finally stood from his crouch, shaking out the minor numbness that had gathered in his calves and ankles as he secured his gun in the waistband of his pants.

     Bruised fingers hooked through one of the straps of his backpack, the scabs on bloodied knuckles cracking open at the movement. Used to the sting, he ignores the sensation of cold, damp air on the wounds as he swings his pack onto his black and makes sure it sits properly so he can reach his gun. 

     There’s a cold wind that blows as he leaves the alley, the clouds beginning to open and large spots of rain start to pepper the street. What stragglers are left on the sidewalk thin out as the rain starts in earnest, leaving Bucky largely alone to head towards Manhattan. He hunches in against the wind at his back, pulling up the hood on his jacket to keep out as much rain as he could and shoving his hands in his pockets afterwards. Really, just needs to get out of the city.

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          To the rooftops Matt went, scaling a questionable fire escape with ease to get a better handle on the situation. Whoever was at work in the gutter below was not only a professional - he left hardly a trace - but he would also be hard to track. There was very little circumstantial evidence left behind other than a few bullet casings and carnage; just that little bit of a metallic odour that didn’t come from the sulphuric kickback of gunpowder and lead. Like a bloodhound, that would be what he would go on -- Matt imagined, too, that his target would have an incredibly steady heartbeat. One that had only come with time and training.

           There was something else in the air that wasn’t going to aid his chase. A deluge of a downpour began as the heavens split open, cascading sheets of rain stirring up the smells and sounds of wet pavement. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen grit his teeth with frustration, inhaling deeply in order to bring some focus. Inhale....exhale....relax.....concentrate...

           ....there it was. And he didn’t have much time -- his target was on the move.

            He leapt from rooftop to rooftop, on almost silent feet, tracking closer and closer to the heartbeat of a trained killer as it made its way towards Manhattan -- he couldn’t let this one get away. While taking down gangsters wasn’t ever something to be frowned upon, killing them was, and Matt needed to know why. With the Punisher running amok in Hell’s Kitchen, he couldn’t be too careful. A copycat, perhaps, or someone working with the lone gunman? Only time would tell, as the Devil closed in.

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hello friends, I’m back!

I’m going to be a bit selective since I know I’ll inevitably be a bit slow, but if you’d like to thread, send me a message! :D

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Daredevil 2.02 “Dogs to a Gunfight”

There’s something about this city that makes good people want to shoot their way out of bad situations.

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-- fire in the kitchen

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     He was quick to move from his daytime suit and tie to his version of “evening wear” -- within five minutes Matt was back out on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen again, this time much more incognito, the red and black composite material hugging his body like a second skin. He kept to the rooftops of the Kitchen’s buildings, darting from roof to roof with a quick jump or a climb across rickety metal fire escapes. 

    Whatever he’d sensed earlier had changed; there was fresh blood in the air now. When he arrived at the scene Matt was quick to assess the situation; a single armed person against a six-man pack. The assailant had made quick work of five of six gangsters - one was still alive, just barely -  and had then made off into the night. The style was well beyond anything Matt had seen; certainly, this wasn’t the Punisher’s work. He wouldn’t leave anyone alive.

    The lone survivor wasn’t capable of doing anything other than producing a weak heartbeat -- Matt dialed 911 on the cellphone he found in the man’s jacket before fleeing into the darkness after whoever - or whatever - had caused this carnage. 

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If I take a night off, people get hurt.

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             in this cold reality I made                       this selfish war machine

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Foggy every time he wakes up to see Daredevil doing something crazy on the news

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-- psa

been away for a few days -- mostly because i’ve been insanely fucking busy but also because i wanted to finish the entirety of s2 before moving on with writing/doing drafts. thanks for your patience, friends <3