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𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒, multimuse based in the crime genre, featuring female muses from an organised crime gang. private, selective & multiverse. 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙱𝚈 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙹𝙰. she / her ( 27. ) british. established february 2nd, 2026. read my rules! triggering content present & tagged. prompts. pinterest. playlist. information hub. sideblog. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.
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i'm going on a hiatus from tumblr across all my blogs. i don't know when i'll be back.
ngl i don't feel like anyone except a small few care about my muses, here and on other blogs, and it's causing this huge mental block in wanting to write when i've already got low interest in shit rn. don't be surprised if i go on hiatus across all my blogs and disappear for a while
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❛ really ? ❜ the utter disbelief is genuine , stops his fidgeting in its tracks. they must be speaking with very different people. everyone in this country always has so much to say about their opinions , its insufferable. such a desperate need to be heard , to be believed and be right———its even how the government works. everyone fighting to be right. ❛ not in my experience. ❜ maybe he's been here too long , gotten too opinionated.
tired of rocking , he sits beside her———atop the back of the bench with his feet on the seat. ❛ just , like , imagine a world with no crime. they wouldn't even have plot lines for tv anymore. forget movies. that's my experience. ❜ honestly , if the world had no crime , people would just invent it anyways. he certainly would. what the hell would he be doing with himself all day , otherwise ? ❛ have you seen any buddy cop films ? wouldn't exist without crime. ❜
intrigued, zoé smiles broadly. " i don't tend to have much time for movies, " she says nonchalantly, gaze drifting off to study someone across the street. they're dressed in clothing that has them sticking out like a sore thumb as a tourist and she wonders... just who would this man beside her take advantage of? anyone? specific, vulnerable people? those who don't know their way around? is he a desperate criminal or a relentless one? " sounds as though it would be a big loss though, from what you're saying. "
just how fictionalised is crime, to him? how romanticised? the fact that he gets his kicks from watching crime movies and tv shows, if she's understanding his tone correctly, suggests that he's in it for the thrill and fun. if she's guessing correctly. which she's confident she is. crime has never been fun, for zoé. a necessity, an expectation. in her blood. she cannot fathom a life pursuing anything else because this is all she's ever been raised to do. " big movie fan? " she asks with a tilt of her head. " never been tempted to turn fiction into reality, have you? "
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[ continued / @castlle. ] frank castle is so sure of himself. black and white. good and bad. not compelled by any outside forces, only his own nature. indebted to no one. so leontina imagines, anyway. and thus, he couldn't possibly understand her predicament. her duty, as the black orchid assassin. there is no black and white, for her. everything is grey, and she is forced to navigate that with enormous responsibility. perhaps her sense of justice rages just as strongly deep in her core, as frank's does. except she owes zoé her life. has frank ever felt that, before? owing someone. is he too detached from reality to develop those kinds of bonds?
leontina had been warned about him. a gun on the loose. a mad man. uncontained and uncontrollable. she's cautious, given their crossing of paths had been anything but by choice. leontina had been set on her target and she'd tracked them to a warehouse where it'd ended up being a trap. various members of her target's gang were waiting... but not for her. for him. for frank castle. and leontina had barely escaped, listening as the massacre had unfolded and when it was all clear, she'd peeked her head out only to be immediately spotted by the loose canon. and he threatens her. don't lay a hand on people who are good.
carefully, leontina rises from her spot and stares him down from across the space. she thinks if she takes her eyes off of him, he'll be gone, and she has questions. " what do you mean by 'good'? " the assassin calls out to him. because the people she takes out oftentimes have a streak of good in them. how do you know whether the good outweighs the bad? or vice versa. how do you judge whether someone is a good person? moral ambiguity is demanded in her job. neutrality.
#0azrae7. read rules before following. 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 '𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓' 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 from the call of duty: modern warfare series. private, highly selective, headcanon heavy & heavily multiverse. 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙱𝚈 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙹𝙰. personals do not reblog. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.
Sometimes emotion clouds the mind and in this case he's not thinking clearly. He's distracted by the woman's cries, and the fear the echoes within in it. She's a survivor, a fighter -- shards of glass scattered across her skin like painful glitter. The glass isn't the only injury she harbors. Blood trails down her jaw, spilling onto her lip, staining her mouth red. Bruises blossom across her skin, making her look as though she has flowers tattooed across her skin. Rei doesn't have much time to process her injuries, however, before she's reaching for him, seeking comfort in a friendly figure.
A black clad arm winds around her waist, attempting to steady to her as she clings to him in turn. She's so visibly shaken, her voice sharp with fear that he doesn't spare much attention to his surroundings. His lack of caution and observation is a vital mistake for if he took a closer look he'd notice a pattern of exchanged chaos, the amount of broken and knocked over items indicating that the fight was anything but one sided. If he had just been a little less empathetic he'd realize that the man she shot, the man slumped on the ground, overall was injured far worse than her (and in turn indicating that she is the real threat).
"Let's get you out of here. We're going to want to get the glass out sooner rather than later," he murmurs, voice steady but gentle as he guides her toward the door. "I know hospitals can be scary... As long as you don't have a concussion I can treat most of your wounds for you. Just let me know what you prefer."
in a typical situation where she's masked, sierra would shrug off the extra help like useless weight and go home to lick her wounds and have fun picking out the shards stuck in her limb. but this isn't a typical situation. this guy's seen her face. right in the gap between her kill and when she disappears, he'd seen her at her most vulnerable. no one ever sees her. she's supposed to be like a ghost. hadn't accounted for the city's vigilantism to crop up and make a stand. still, she has the upper hand for now. might as well let it play out. she can handle herself if things go south.
fingers clutch at his arm. " please, " she insists, " no hospital. i can't go to prison, " sincerity is feigned, expression heavily pleading, " they'll think i'm guilty of something! " sierra is not from america. she knows the police would make assumptions about her. granted, those assumptions would be correct, but they'd still be filthy assumptions. his offer lifts her brows in gentle surprise. " you'd do that? " she asks softly. " wow, y-you're like a hero or something... "
whoever this loser is, dressed like he means something... sierra's heard that saying, what is it, main character syndrome? she'll sweet talk him. make him feel special. then, when he least expects it... one way or another she'll make sure he never talks about what he saw today. " w-what can i call you, hero? "
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#black0rchid. read rules before following. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒, multimuse based in the crime genre, featuring female muses from an organised crime gang. private, selective & multiverse. 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙱𝚈 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙹𝙰. personals do not reblog. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.
[ closed starter. ] [ @alleyspat. ] sierra's been tracking this guy for hours now. zoé hadn't warned her that this individual is on some special forces type shit. he'd clocked her hours ago it seems, and has been leading her as far from the city as he can. with a bounty on his head, she's somewhat surprised he'd risk isolating himself in such a way, but supposes she'd do the very same if she were in his position.
as the bodyguard drives, she imagines the seat beside her occupied. the metaphorical ghost of her former boyfriend comments on her driving style. she argues back with no one. the loneliness is like pins and needles. prickling its way up sierra's spine and across her ribs. fingers grip the steering wheel tightly. " come on motherfucker, pull over already, " the woman complains loudly. and as though someone had overheard her, his car pulls off the road and down a winding track.
she follows it with her headlights off, she can see despite the increasing darkness like a cat. it leads her to some run-down building. " nice place, " she comments absentmindedly, sarcastically, while an unseen force advises her that this is a bad idea. that she's walking into a trap. but sierra's never been one to turn down fun. she parks her car and steps out onto the dirt, cursing the crunch beneath her boots as she approaches the place the guy had entered. she adjusts her balaclava.
opting for her knife instead of her pistol, she creeps up the steps to the front door. no back or side entrances this time, this isn't a typical job. with the hilt of her blade, she taps at the barrier. knock, knock, knock. no response. then, the door creaks open. " huh... " sierra mutters, opening the door wide before stepping inside. " knox? " she calls out. nothing. she grits her teeth, annoyed. so he wants to make her job harder. " i saw you come in here, pendejo. "
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@black0rchid said, ❛❛ you won't stop me. ❜❜
a cloudy, grey afternoon for a grey-minded spider. really, he's felt rotten since breakfast. energy low, swinging through a world that has felt wrong. out of focus. [ where is my mind going? should i follow? ] it has a way of lingering some days . . . this solemn mist, never rolling in from the same direction. no origin. it thins, just a little, as he tracks trouble to an alley. peter jumps from the fire escape and there's a light splash as his feet glide through a puddle. ❛❛ probably not. but i'll engage you in polite conversation, which will make you grumpy, and then you'll tell me to get out of the way. ❜❜
times like these remind peter that sometimes the job of a hero is to do more talking than punching.
❛❛ you've already lost, what, five seconds? i feel like that counts as stopping you. huh. ❜❜
the scene unfolds with the assassin kitted up, her target on the floor, his suit shirt covered in dirty puddle water and bloody handprints. this is about as stealthy as it gets with him working at a heavy security building and taking a route home through the countless people of the city. there'd been no easy way to get to him, except to lure him down into the darkness with a fragile scream and a plead for help. then, leontina had pulled her mask on and knocked the man to the floor.
that's when spider-man had appeared and things became a lot more complicated. zoé had warned her about him, but she'd never met him until today. he looks... like a guy in a spandex suit. still, she knows not to underestimate him. leontina only hopes he gives the martial artist the same courtesy.
her leather-clad hands curl into fists and she lifts them into a block position, preparing for a fight. " and if you read me wrong? " she asks. " not only are you generalising bad guys, but you're grouping me in with them. " behind her, the target clambers to his feet and breaks into a stumbly sprint further into the darkness. she huffs. " you'll have to try harder than that, " the assassin tells the spider before turning and racing after the escapee. over her shoulder she calls out, " and maybe i like polite conversations! "
↪ @black0rchid / zoe . . . " crime exists, and yet the world keeps turning. "
something between a snicker and a sneer spreads across victor's face , and he nods , turning the words over in his head. ❛ lets be honest , the world needs it to turn at all. ❜ of course , anyone who doesn't do crime would disagree. WORLD PEACE , AND ALL THAT. whatever. they don't know the thrill of it , the adrenaline , what goes on behind the scenes. crime has its benefits , at least in victor's opinion. but mostly , its fun.
❛ can you imagine how fucking boring everything would be otherwise ? ❜ weight rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet to fidget , hands stuffed in his pockets , fingers fiddling with a loose thread. he doesn't look a lick like a criminal. one might not even realize , unless they found one of several hidden knives , or the pistol in his boot. and even then———this is america. they're all about concealed weapons , or whatever the fuck. ❛ there'd be no news , a lot less jobs , probably some shit with the economy that i don't have enough brains to understand . . . i dunno. it makes sense to me. ❜
and that's exactly her point. people act as though the elimination of crime will make the world a better place. like it'll resolve all inequality and injustice. the untamable inhumanity in humans. zoé's lip quirks upwards at the other's words. " it sounds like you have personal experience, " she half-jests, making a mental note. the man on the bench beside her is passionate, invested. most of the time she gets a hearty 'fuck criminals', nothing more and nothing less. but this individual... he's defensive. he's got something to say about it. like it matters to him. zoé smiles softly.
can you imagine how fucking boring everything would be otherwise? how much more boring, the woman wants to correct. despite being in the depths of crime, far deeper than this guy probably is and could ever hope to be, she still suffers with that bone-gnawing boredom. suffocating emptiness. " most people don't like to share their opinions, " she offers. " or worse, they have nothing to say at all. " her gaze considers him gently, mindful of her intensity; her smile still present. she's always on the lookout for allies.
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