“But I’m also, when I read [the comics] now I’m often looking for the Matt Murdock humor. I like to find moments in our show to try and make sure that we don’t forget that at times he’s incredibly dry and he’s really got a great sense of humor. So often I’ll find little moments in the comics that really make me laugh, and I’ll send it to the writers and say ‘ you know, if there’s a way to get this kind of in there, I’d love to find that’ – because it’s such an important part of his character. And it doesn’t, you know, tonally our show doesn’t lend itself as obviously to that, and Foggy gets a lot of that stuff. But I do think that’s important and I want to maintain some sort of relationship with Matt and his sense of humor.”
“Are you a magician? When I looked at you, everyone else disappeared.” “I’ve been feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on.” “Can I get a picture of you? I want to show my parents what my spouse looks like.” “Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.”
“When God made you, he was showing off.” “Your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine?” “What time do you have to go back to Heaven?” “Are you a camera? Every time I look at you, I smile.” “I might as well call you Google, because you have everything that I’m looking for.”
“Nice pants. Can I test the zipper?”
“I love every bone in your body. Especially mine.” “Are you made of Copper and Tellurium? Because you sure are CuTe.” “Would you like to have breakfast in bed tomorrow?” “Are you a thief? I think you just stole my heart.” “If I could change the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.” “Call life alert! I’ve fallen for you and I can’t get up.” “Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?” “I lost my teddy bear, can I sleep with you?”
“Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” “Feel my shirt. You know what it’s made of? Date material.” “If you were a triangle, you’d be acute one.” “There’s something wrong with my phone. It doesn’t have your number in it.” “On a scale of 1 to 10: You’re a 9, and I’m the 1 you need.” “I lost my number. Can I have yours?” “Let’s play Titanic. You be the ocean, and I’ll go down on you.” “Did we have a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.” “Do you have a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them.” “There are 21 letters in the alphabet, right? Oh, wait. I missed ‘U’, ‘R’, ‘A’, ‘Q’, ‘T’.” “If you stood in front of a mirror and held up 11 roses, you would see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world.” “Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to lie in my journal?” “I don’t have a library card, but can I check you out?” “You must be a broom, because you just swept me off your feet.” “Do you like KFC? Because you’re finger lickin’ good.” “What’s on the menu? Me-n-u.” “I’m no photographer, but I can picture us together.” “Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” “You must be tired. You’ve been running through my mind all day long.”
if you watched the little video up above, you will know that it’s been ONE YEAR since i archived my old blog and had this one! if you didn’t watch the video, then well —— i won’t hold it against you. i ramble. but this is just a thank you post for everyone that’s followed me, even those that i don’t follow back. cue the more rambling and farrah getting even more emotional then she did up in that video.
Generally speaking, December was a melancholic time for Matt - his family was gone, and unless he was spending time with the Nelsons, he was usually on his own. Being alone wasn’t horrible; just, during a time of year when spending time with loved ones was the name of the game, the entirety of the Christmas season could seem downright depressing – too much time to sit alone and think, few cases to work on, and friends out of town with their own friends and relatives. Matt had been dreading the fast-coming onslaught of December the minute October ended - until, of course, his newest friend entered his life.
It had started with a business meeting and a casual night out on the town, but the Gotham native Zatanna had made him smile from the beginning. She’d been more than happy to spend time with him and not pry into his private affairs (which he appreciated), but at the same time they’d grown rather accustomed to each other, and had built quite a bond over the past few weeks. She’d mentioned Christmas to him and passing (clearly one of her favourite holidays), and he’d originally tried to sidepass the topic entirely, but, much to his dismay and hesitation, she’d been persistent.
So here they were, in Matt’s apartment, four large department store bags of decorations sitting on the living room floor and a tall, fresh, and rather pungent pine tree sitting in the corner. Matt had entrusted Zee entirely with picking things out (she’d be doing the decorating, anyway, since it wouldn’t really matter what things looked like to someone who couldn’t see to begin with), and was quite content to sit and listen to her as she busied herself with turning his drearily-decorated home into what he assumed was a scene right out of a festive movie.
He walked over from behind the kitchen island, two porters in hand to share. Handing her a bottle, as she asked him whether or not something sitting in the bottom of one of the bags was a mistletoe. “I’d love to be able to say yes, but I can’t really tell,” He smirked, lowering the dark tinted glasses down the bridge of his nose and tapping the side of the frame, “You tell me, Zee, is it a mistletoe?”
He may have asked the salesperson at the department store to find one for him and slip it in with the things he was purchasing while Zee was off finding other things. He may have intended to use it to his advantage. For now, though, he’d play it sly.
→ independent matt murdock (daredevil) rp blog
→ primarily mcu/tv verse based
→ experienced roleplayer; 10+ years
→ mun and muse are 21+
→ novella/para/short para/chat/gifs/etc.
→ semi-selective; mun is a potato
→ open to characters from all verses
→ OC/multi-verse/multi-ship friendly
In all honesty, Stevie is a little bit surprised that the man opposite had never heard of the Maggia - but then at the same time, she was expecting him to say no. She figured that the interest in their company would’ve grown exponentially after such a big case; it’s not every day that an independent firm takes down such a big name - and Fisk was certainly a big name. Big enough to reach the news reports she read every morning, big enough to be covered on the occasional programme she watched on TV. She has to wonder what kind of people that Nelson & Murdock were being presented with now, how many ended up like the man she met by the front door, how many rougher types were being turned away. Her attention automatically drifts to the faint bruise on Murdock’s nose, how he walked slightly stiffly as if sore and she can’t help but wonder…
Her roaming thoughts still for the moment and she lets out a very faint hum, lips pressing together into a thin line as she considers where to begin. She can’t tell him everything, there would be no point, however if the report that brought her into Hell’s Kitchen was to be believed then he deserved a little bit of forewarning. Fisk turned out to be dangerous, and if information was to be believed, he was only going to get worse.
“The Maggia are a crime syndicate that started off bootlegging liquor in the Prohibition era. They are a Mafia, Mr. Murdock, a dangerous one, and they’ve been found worldwide. They specialise in illegal gambling, loan-sharking, and the narcotics trade but numerous attempts to break them apart have failed.” The Maggia were on SHIELD’s radar before SHIELD had even existed thanks to Peggy Carter, but nothing could be done - Stevie would even put them as harder to rout out than Hydra, though perhaps less destructive and with smaller goals. No aim at world domination yet.
“With the fallout of Sokovia still being felt, our legal resources are stretched thin; the drive to chase leads to cases with no impact on the Avengers and what’s left of SHIELD is non existent. It was only out of curiosity and the connection of an old friend to the Maggia that I began digging - probably somewhere that Stark’s lawyers would rather I stay out of.” That was becoming a habit of hers, one she wasn’t in any rush to break.
“I’m here because I thought it would be information your firm would be interested in, especially seeing how much you have invested in Fisk staying where he is. The man suspected of leading at least the Stateside arm is a man called Luchino Nefaria. It’s believed he has links inside Ryker’s Island and he has a…history of recruiting criminal masterminds.”
It took him by surprise that he had never heard of such a vast, well-organized crime syndicate. Mind, Matt had been so busy with the goings-on of Hell’s Kitchen (particularly the take down of Fisk and Co.) that anything beyond the microcosm of its existence hardly weighed on his mind. Certainly, there were important events happening in the world (even in New York City), but they just were a bit out of his focus range for the moment. Start small, get big; everyone had to start somewhere.
It wasn’t just his activities as Daredevil that kept him well occupied. Nelson & Murdock was growing increasingly busier, drawing clients from well beyond the confines of Hell’s Kitchen. There had been very few that they actually turned away - unless on principle they just wouldn’t fit - but for now, any business was good. It was no longer the small-time cases that they’d seen in the beginning, no; now, the big guns were starting to turn to Foggy and Matt to represent them in a myrid of cases, including high-profile defenses. With Captain Rogers now sitting in his office, a brief thought of ‘Well, we’ve made it’ crossed Matt’s mind.
He interlaced his fingers, tapping the back of one hand with the digits of the other, listening intently as she described the details. A few 'hmms’ and 'ah’s’ were interjected along the way as Rogers spoke, Matt carefully considering the nature of the Maggia’s business and what it would mean for him and Hell’s Kitchen. It sounded like whatever the Captain was looking at would probably need the intervention of more than just a good legal team – it’d probably benefit from his nighttime duties, as well.
“It wouldn’t surprise me if such a large organization had ties to Fisk and his associates,” Matt began, “And yes, it would be in the best interest of this firm to become involved. What sort of information have you been able to find?” He leaned forward in the chair more, resting his elbows on the table, intent on absorbing as much details as possible - not just for the sake of Nelson & Murdock, but for the sake of investigating after hours as well.
He produced a recorder from the top drawer of the desk (standard procedure, particularly without Foggy or Karen around to take notes) and placed it on the wooden surface, motioning to it briefly. “Do you mind if I record the information? I’m a bit short staffed today – this shall remain confidential, of course, and destroyed once I’ve gathered what I need.”
❝ Tearing Hell’s Kitchen apart is an … essential step, to saving it. Trapped within it’s filth is a .. a great potential … waiting to be released from the debris. ❞
“ you have such a skewed idea of what’s right and what’s wrong —— you’d take everyone down with you, if you had your way. ”
