#blindfated

[sacredpyre]

I'm fine, hardly the most well-crafted lie in the world yet it remained the most common—easily accepted in the name of social politeness. Something Alena had never quite mastered, Nonetheless, she gives the stranger a polite nod despite knowing he couldn't see it, gently setting one of the menus she had made in Braille on the table in front of him.

"Sounds like you need something strong." Alena softly mused, tugging an Enamel Mug free from the loop she wore on her apron before pouring the steaming liquid from the pot of coffee in her other hand into the mug. The rich aroma filling the air between them as she set it down in front of him. "Here you go. No charge for the first cup, " A gentle warmth filled her tone in place of a smile, her bleeding heart would one day be the death of her and yet she could no sooner change her own nature than she could someone else's.

"My name's Alena, give me a call if you need anything. I'll give you a moment with the menu but I'll be back with some creamer. "

@blindfated con X

[spectoral]

@blindfated | starter call.

" ketchup, mustard, you look like a goddamn hot dog. " it's a throwaway comment, a spearing insult off the fork of her barbed tongue just quick enough to cut. but it lets him know ... she's kept tabs on him just like she has with everything else in hell's kitchen. the 99 friends she'd counted a decade ago has doubled & tripled. vigilantes are anything but a dying breed these days.

------- in spite of fisk's campaign against them.

she hasn't exactly kept her head down either. the paint on her door sign is fresh, the glass uncharacteristically and temporarily whole. but right now, she's marching her way down a city block in the steep black drench of middle-night. boots sagging lazily around her heels, heels tromping out of oil-slicked puddles that lap the ragged hems of her jeans, she hears him step in time with her. her fist strangles a crumpled paper bag around a bottle. " what the hell do you want, murdock? "

" -------- because if it's to borrow my scarf, the answer is a resounding fuck no. "

[espercr]

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕. 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 @blindfated !

❝ really , or are you just saying that so i stop asking ? ❞ there's a knowing lilt to her tone , alluding to her deep familiarity with skipping meals & brushing off worries . if only she knew how deep their similarities run . . . pushing the hypocrisy of it all aside , hope chooses to hold her ground on the issue . at 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 she'd eaten breakfast ! ❝ no , it doesn't . i'm not letting you leave without something , a muffin , bagel - anything . my treat . ❞ worry etches every word , it's true , but so does the hollow pang of 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 . grief is a monster , but it's not one he has to fight alone .

[brokenmagxc]

@blindfated ( con't. )

he knows corruption well, like a plague on healthy wheat. the sunlit kernels are robbed of color and stance until they are wilted—mush at the feet of disease, groveling. he is familiar with it. he is vaguely familiar with fisk. but matt is right, even if just out of politeness, to acknowledge that not every man would be so willing.

he wouldn't touch the mayor with a ten-foot pole.

some part of him still tries to convince himself that he may have gotten involved if that meant he could leave his prison, the federal leash a noose around the brittleness of his neck. he tries not to linger on the thought, but he is grimacing behind the false sense of security the lawyer's blindness gives him. his heart skips a beat—there are deeper layers of corruption than even the likes of fisk have yet to touch at the bureau. he bleeds on it, and wonders what they'll do with his organs once they've finally killed him off.

but he digresses.

“ please, forgive me— ” there is a measured pause. his brown gaze watches matt's face closely, but he is thinking to himself on how careful this man is, and how sincere he is trying to sound in response. “ i understand where your aversion comes from now. i did not mean to snap. though, i admit, the scrutiny makes me a little uneasy. never really had a lawyer looking over my shoulder the way you do. ”

his head tilts left and finds the blood-colored lens that greet him. a steady breath filters through the tremble of his lip. whether due to fatigue, or nervousness, or fear—that much is unknown. “ i would hope, maybe, we could work together on this, if you'd be so inclined ?? i would like to wrap this up quickly, and i am sure your client would feel the same, no ?? ”

[clochanam]

relief lifts the weight from her chest. it feels strange, to discuss it. she doesn't mention any of this if she can help it. not to her dads, not to her kids, not to anyone. she manages it the way most irish manage their challenges in life; privately and quietly. not the healthiest choice, certainly. but the choice that best serves everyone. she wonders if, the same way he can sense the differences in temperature, the volume of power, the pattern of the energy, he can hear the smile fill her face, and the unbidden tears of relief brim at her eyes. " uh... well, i can do a lot with it. not always good things. i've saved as many as i've wounded with it. and worse. most of the time, nowadays, i use it to find people. when the mercenaries try to break in, i can sense them. it's easier when i close my eyes, it's... it's like a presence? not something i can see or hear, but... feel. experience. most of the time, it's that. finding people. incapacitating some. saving others. "

❝  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒  𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄.  ❞      Matt  leans  in  with  utmost  caution  because  he  isn’t  sure  what  the  effect  of  his  relative  distance  will  cause  for  him.  his  head  tips,  re-angled  senses  focusing  on  a  single  point  in  the  lady’s  hands.      ❝  it’s  LOUD  INSIDE  it.  the  temperature  variations  form  some  sort  of  pattern  i’ve  never  felt  before.  what  do  you  USE it for  ?  ❞

[cyanorth]

does tumblr know about blindfate (darkthur/oscar)

based on this

[rvndrkhlme]

IN BATTLE, YOUR MUSE...

bold what applies / italicize what sometimes applies.

fights honorably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range / situational

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic or spells / prefers special abilities

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

tagged by: @emeraldxphoenix

tagging: @nightmdic / / @blindfated / / @veryiincredible / / @bettertelepath / / @clochanam

[chantres]

UNUSUAL MUSE ASSOCIATIONS

spice : clove

weather event / natural disaster : spring rain

colour : emerald green

colour of the sky : the burning orange of a sunset

planet : venus

animal : fox.

houseplant : calathea

weapon :  words

subject / major : theatre

gemstone / mineral : jade

make-up product : lip gloss

candy : strawberry candy

fear : powerlessness

method of long-distance travel : magic

art style : romanticism

historical period : high middle ages.

wood : iroko

mythological creature : gumiho

three emojis : ❤️����🤦🏼‍♀️

celestial body : supernova

romcom archetype : the tough cookie

tagged by: @drachnslayer the best tbh <3

tagging: @sm4llville, @godliest, @firsthowl, @amatorial, @bdazzled, @blindfated, @heroin3

[spectoral]

@blindfated | starter call.

his laugh is a sandpaper scruff, coupled with a single wag of his hard jaw. " did it just for you, red. "

[acertainfemininemystique]

WHAT DOES YOUR HEART LOOK LIKE?

iced over, out of the sun. Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw..

tagged by: @somewherebetweenrage tagging: @blindfated / / @danversiism / / @korinthiakos / / @nodamnstoarchive / / @xtrainee

[clochanam]

👫 please

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship (ALWAYS ACCEPTING!)

so this one is entirely based on the thread we have where they're having a sleepover and i just think it's very cute, and also like. i have this idea in my head where they have monthly or quarterly scheduled sleepovers where they eat takeout or go out on the town and hang out and catch up, and then they get new pyjamas (this is absolutely stemming from my current love for the cute pyjama sets can u tell?) and spend the night chatting or watching a movie, and it's just a little bit of downtime for them, little bonding moment, like their friendship is just so lovely and genuine and GOOD!

bc carol isn't always on earth, i feel like aisling sends her video messages updating her on what's going on, but it's a very mixed bag, like some of it's about the kids, and then the kids add to the video, but sometimes she's just dropping down on a beanbag chair with a big mug of tea like "carol GUESS WHAT--" and just gives her an update on the heroic happenings, like it's canon now that herself and the kids are feeding half the heroes in new york, @blindfated included, and so she's just like "he got a new suit, and spider-man threw a meatball sub at a criminal so now we're famous on tiktok because someone recognized the wrapping on the sandwich--" like carol doesn't need to watch the news anymore, she's got daily reports from the diner!

i also love the idea that carol is the reason aisling learns how to fly, like she's not quite so refined at it as carol is but she CAN fly and it's bc she learned from carol and was genuinely inspired by her to start practising it!

the kids are understandably OBSESSED with their very cool aunt carol, so they set an extra place at the table for her every time they're eating. aisling also started a group chat for carol that's just very chill bc the OG group chat is full of arguments and chaos, so the carol chat is just the family making sure she's okay and included and "what are you having for dinner? we're having lasagna!" and just. found family trope is HEAVILY influencing my mind rn, can you tell?

[spinxeret]

+ @blindbastard gets plotted thing

+ " You're sure that I'm safe here ? " As far as Mary Jane Watson was concerned, there was absolutely nowhere that could ensure safety anymore. Everything that had been so simple and enjoyable in her life had been swept away all in a matter of days, and it left her feeling absolutely paranoid about every shadow out of the corner of her eye. All purely for what she'd quickly learned was apparently the most valuable thing in a city like this ; information . She had it, ,others wanted it, or didn't want her to have it altogether . Between the two groups, she was running out of options .

Getting a lawyer wasn't as much of a nuclear bomb as she'd have liked it to be, but it was a start . If she could figure out the right steps to take, maybe she'd actually manage to fall asleep without wondering what would happen while she was out .

" Because I'm still pretty convinced I'm being followed. "

[ircnwrought]

@blindfated -- ☭ || & cont.

__________✧      SHE  WILLS  HERSELF  NOT  TO  WINCE  AT  HIS  WORDS.  she  knows  he  doesn't  mean  it  as  a  cut,  but  that's  the  tragedy  of  ending  things  without  falling  out  of  love.  there  will  always  be  a  question  mark  at  the  end  of  their  story.  no  promise  of  catharsis  like  in  greek  tragedies  of  old,  no  hope  for  a  neat  end.  her  hair  is  freshly  dyed  blonde,  her  suit  is  new,  even  the  tech  hidden  beneath  clothing  is  a  far  cry  from  what  she  once  had.  when  given  the  chance,  she  ran  &&  disgarded  nearly  everything  about  that  past  life.  nearly  everything  about  herself  with  him.

✧__________      SHE  DOESN'T  KNOW  IF  SHE  SHOULD  EXPECT  HIS  HELP  IN  WHAT  SHE'S  ABOUT  TO  ASK.  she's  the  one  who  left  after  all,  he  has  every  right  to  turn  her  out,  to  say  he  doesn't  care  about  answers  to  the  question  left  between  them.  she'd  go  if  he  wants,  she  learned  long  ago  not  to  expect  understanding  in  her  past  actions.    ❛    well  that  depends  on  if  we  have  different  definitions  of  the  word  exciting  too.  i've  been  tracking  an  arms  dealer.  untraceable,  unregistered  firearms  tailored  to  superpowered  gangs.  nasty  stuff,  you  know.  lost  track  of  him  here  in  hell's  kitchen.  figured  if  there's  anyone  who  could  help  track  him  down,  you'd  be  it.  i  should  warn  you  though,  he  doesn't  want  to  go  down  easy.    ❜  she's  got  a  new  scar  along  her  abdomen  to  prove  it.

[rvndrkhlme]

moral alignment test

Chaotic Evil People who are Chaotic Evil are motivated by the desire for personal gain and pleasure. In their view, the strong have the right to take what they want, and the weak are there to be exploited. When Chaotic Evil personalities band together, they are not motivated by a desire to cooperate but rather to oppose their mutual enemies. Such a group can, as a rule, only be held together by a strong leader capable of bullying his underlings into obedience. Since leadership is based on raw power, a leader is likely to be replaced at the first sign of weakness, or by anyone who can scheme to take his position away.

tagged by: @emeraldxphoenix

tagging: @onlyathief / / @blindfated / / @katzchn / / @nosestealer / / @vulpuslunae

[rebelthree]

@blindfated from kasia

the criminal underworld was wrought with dark denizens, both human and preternatural. in most cases, this was not an issue. blood dens, for example, run by vampire clans in the shadows of cities maintained a service for those seeking less violent delights. the black market was flooded with magical artifacts and blacklisted spell ingredients. these were facts of life of which were carefully curated to ensure the mandate of secrecy remained upheld. of course there were the few and far between human whom became aware. there was no fashion of which this could be avoided in the modern world. she didn't particularly care as long as the body a vampire decided to drain wasn't on the five-o'clock news with a moniker of 'vampire killings'. that's not to say that kasia was heartless or enjoyed the shedding of life, it just meant she could accept reality. her job wasn't to stop the world from working-- even if she has acted against especially dark forces in the past-- her job was to maintain it within the shadows.

but this? this ventured so far beyond the line that even had she not been assigned this mission, she'd have wanted to see this clan wiped from the earth. furthermore, it was stupid. what benefit could there be if half your customers dropped dead like flies and the other half barely recovered from the mental impact and ramifications of what they'd taken? and for what? to play with humans? to gain more money? what idiot had decided it would be a gift to the world to turn a clan of street-rate drug dealers into members of the eldritch world? she doubted it had been anyone of a respectable age. they'd pay for their poor choices soon enough. now, however, their fledglings who thought themselves running their own little empire were to be dealt with.

this is what brings her team to new york city, where said operation is being conducted out of a warehouse. intel informs that her team may not be the only one's who have stumbled upon it. a reporter had bene poking around and she'd been informed the area was patrolled by one of those masked vigilantes or heroes which litter the news. oh the horrific truth they’d come to discover if allowed to go any further into their quests. vampires weren't something to be triffled with, even if they were young and this operation had a sizable number if her informant was to be believed. and so, kasia moves in first, shrouded in an inhuman darkness while her team remains outside, waiting. she hears it-- the chaos, the near growling, the fight-- before she sees it.

kasia's not the first then. that was unfortunate.

she waits, assesses. contemplates letting it play out to conclusion. if the guy in red lost it'd be one less wild variable to deal with in the aftermath once her team takes this operation out-- though she holds no doubt it's only one within a network. yet, it's clear he hadn't known what he was walking into. she can smell blood in the air. she's fairly certain he's not bitten, likely thanks to his suit, but that hadn't meant the vampires hadn't unleashed their wrath. strange that they hadn't just dispatched him even if he's not moving much now. he's alive though, she can sense it as she reaches out with her senses. the vampires... they were having fun causing suffering. having fun playing with a human.

perhaps that's what tips the scales. she's seen the fire in the eyes of people who sought another's suffering before. she's been a victim of it. kasia shrouds the man in red in her shadows and signals for her team to move in. a line of flames flashes through the space, moving passed the man in red close enough to feel the heat sparking two vampires set alight to rise into the air in their attempt to escape. kasia puts down two more who seem to be more capable than most of the others in combat-- he manages to strike a gash into the side of her face. another operative takes out a vampire who attempts to make a move on her from behind and she pulls a vampire off the man on the ground. it all plays out quickly after that.

when it’s over and light is allowed to seep back in, the warehouse is a bloodbath and cleaners in vans outside are already prepared to move in and wash away any signs of what had transpired. they don't need the local police finding the desiccated corpses of vampires. one of her team looks at the man on the ground and then her and she tells him to see what he can find about their operations. they don't have a medic with them, all of them have their own ways of healing if hurt. so kasia moves forward and kneels on the ground, allowing her shadows to create a barrier around them. she doesn't think whoever this is would enjoy the sensory overload of everything suddenly happening in the warehouse once they come to their senses.

"hey-- hey it's over. you're okay. well, actually you look like shit but you survived a vampire attack so count yourself lucky. i imagine you're not going to want me to drop you at a hospital so i'm going to need to see how badly you're hurt. i might be able to heal you, at least enough for you to move." she's not kasper, healing other people isn't her thing. her powers are based in darkness not light. but, she was still a witch. she knew how to channel energy. she knew spells. she could at least stop him from dying. what happens after that, well, she wasn't sure yet.

[griim]

@blindfated​ continued from x. 

Ouch, she must have struck a nerve, though that was something Gemma had mastered. Striking nerves enough so that everyone, and she meant everyone. Is kept at a distance, even if that was the last thing she wanted. “Huh, so the acrobat has a distaste for his full name. Memories are a bitch, huh?” Brown eyes looked Matt up and down, trying to read him, but somehow coming up with only a few things. “That is life, Matt, it’s overwhelming, and it just keeps taking and taking.” Gemma glanced down at the cement below her feet. She knew that all too well, not that she would outwardly admit to that. “I used to do that, ask for help, and after the fourth time asking..” More like begging, “I gave up. Why believe in heroes or gods, when you can deal with shit yourself.”

Guess you could call her cold-hearted for that belief, but it was and is how she continued to survive. When Matthew looked in her general direction, she figured he seemed to know where she was. But made it a point to not quite look at her.

Isn't that the question, “I guess you might be right. Some of us become what the world has molded us to be. And you know what the worst part of that all is? At the end of the day, they hate what you become.” Gemma laughed, “they don’t believe that the world is this ‘cruel’ and that we can all be better. What about you, what did the world make you?”

“Praying never helps, I can see why people believe in it. But why pray to a man that lets horrible things happen to you? Why give thanks when you did something alone?” Gemma cocked her head to the side, she wasn’t normally one for religious debates, but hey, when the time came for it, she’d talk. “Though, a bit of advice, sometimes being broken is the best way to get through life. I’ve learned to use those shattered pieces of me to save myself from the world that constantly wants to watch me fail.” Hearing him say not meant to be mine, she sighed. Gemma felt that way about Jordan, “maybe this Daredevil side of you is supposed to help you take it back. Maybe not in the way you think… But who knows what can come of it, who can say that while this isn’t what you want… maybe it's what you need.”