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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝐌𝙰𝙽 𝔴𝔦͟𝔱͟𝔥͟𝔬͟𝔲͟𝔱 𝐅𝙴𝙰𝚁
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝐌𝙰𝙽 𝔴𝔦͟𝔱͟𝔥͟𝔬͟𝔲͟𝔱 𝐅𝙴𝙰𝚁
@hellboundvigil
I deliver a new kind of justice now. 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 justice. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻’𝚂 𝙺𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙽. شامل ہوئے Temmuz 2024
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Once, just once, I sang karaoke in my apartment while I was on my own. I pretended nobody could hear, but it turns out I left the window open and half the block heard me. One of those rare moments where I felt human.
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That so? Terrifying… almost makes me want to shake in my boots. 𝘼𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩.
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Ask me anything, I’ll be as honest as I can. tellonym.me/hellboundvigil
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Ask and you shall receive. tellonym.me/hellboundvigil
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ghost.⠀
Shall I bring back Matt’s tellonym? Do y’all enjoy that?
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ghost.⠀
Okay y’all are gonna have to bear with me on that interaction post. My one brain cell only works part time.
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝐌𝙰𝙽 𝔴𝔦͟𝔱͟𝔥͟𝔬͟𝔲͟𝔱 𝐅𝙴𝙰𝚁@hellboundvigil
𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄. ( @ardentiveneno ) Hearing the name in passing at a briefing, a subtle footnote in a pile of legal paperwork that there was a recent addition to the AVTF. Matt didn’t know them, not personally, but the way their history read on paper didn’t add up. —
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝐌𝙰𝙽 𝔴𝔦͟𝔱͟𝔥͟𝔬͟𝔲͟𝔱 𝐅𝙴𝙰𝚁@hellboundvigil
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄. ( @DexNo_DexYes ) The city hummed beneath Matt, a low, constant pulse, but tonight it felt more wrong than usual. Every rooftop, alleyway, street corner whispered of someone moving too carefully, too deliberately. Slowing his steps, tilting —
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— shadows, letting the city feed him information.
When she was finally found alone, he made his move—slipping in, suited up, silent, every sense keyed to her, to the space around them, to the moment where this gamble would either pay off or explode.
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— carried him so far. At some point, he had to do more than just listen. The problem was… how. Approaching as Matt Murdock was a death wish, approaching as Daredevil was dangerous, but maybe necessary.
Timing was everything. Settling for watching, moving through —
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𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄.
( @ardentiveneno )
Hearing the name in passing at a briefing, a subtle footnote in a pile of legal paperwork that there was a recent addition to the AVTF. Matt didn’t know them, not personally, but the way their history read on paper didn’t add up. —
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— cigarette long gone. It’s a game and Matt can feel the rules bending around him, each move calculated, each step a lure.
Exhaling low and quiet, voice raised, careless. “I don’t play your games, Bullseye. Not tonight, not ever. So what exactly are you trying to do here?”
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— his head and listening; senses honing in on clues left for him.
It was obvious one of his old foes had been here, left something behind, a mark only someone paying attention would notice in the form of a loosened vent, a faint scrape of metal, the subtle scent of a —
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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.
( @DexNo_DexYes )
The city hummed beneath Matt, a low, constant pulse, but tonight it felt more wrong than usual. Every rooftop, alleyway, street corner whispered of someone moving too carefully, too deliberately. Slowing his steps, tilting —
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— It was arranged. Whoever did this knew exactly how to turn him and Frank against each other, the only way to find out who was to team up.
“You know this doesn’t have to end in more blood. We can stop them without becoming them. You hear me? 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 becoming them.”
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— And a presence he recognises immediately: 𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚.
It would be easy to jump straight into blaming him, cleaner. But the more Matt listens; the timing, the set up, the way it all spiralled, didn’t fit. This wasn’t the usual chaos he came across. —
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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄.
( @bloodwarfared )
Hearing the aftermath before witnessing it—sounds of sirens, smoke, and the sudden absence of heartbeats that should still be there. Too many. Civillians. 𝘐𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵. —
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