𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃 : [ ɴᴏ. ﹟₁₁ ] ᴵᴺᴰᴱᴾᴱᴺᴰᴱᴺᵀ˒ ᴾᴿᴵᵛᴬᵀᴱ & ˢᴱᴸᴱᶜᵀᴵᵛᴱ original character “ CARMEN SALDAÑA / NUMBER ELEVEN “ from 𝐧𝐛𝐜'𝐬 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. mutuals only.
est. december ‘21 by lola, 18 +, ( she / her ). currently in season 5 of the series, [ ﹕ // FILE ].
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𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃 : [ ɴᴏ. ﹟₁₁ ] ᴵᴺᴰᴱᴾᴱᴺᴰᴱᴺᵀ˒ ᴾᴿᴵᵛᴬᵀᴱ & ˢᴱᴸᴱᶜᵀᴵᵛᴱ original character “ CARMEN SALDAÑA / NUMBER ELEVEN “ from 𝐧𝐛𝐜'𝐬 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. mutuals only.
est. december ‘21 by lola, 18 +, ( she / her ). currently in season 5 of the series, [ ﹕ // FILE ].
nuseven:
𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. sharp edge of knife buried deep within muscles multiple times until skin was lost beneath rivers of blood painting an ocean above the floor ( the horror of her face is still hunting own vision : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 & 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 dragged in a world of violence ). not sure his fear was louder considering death from lacking blood & oxygen supply or the panic of exposure was stronger pulsating within veins. 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃. something he was cautiously prepared for a year prior to this day knowing the betrayal from his side was a huge risk worth taking. & within months of idealistic play pretend life of a husband precautions were washed away & comfort took over.
❛ ─ if you came here to be a pain in the ass , 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎. ❜ words escape with heavy exhale. figure rests upon a wheelchair filled with physical & emotional exhaustion still calculation which one hits worse. the wound beneath fabrics is fresh & each time lips part & voice is forced up his pharynx , it feels like the stitches tear apart own skin. irritation laced with words ( 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑 ). slow lift of gaze catching the other’s sight. ❛ i’m in actual pain & i have to find a way to 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗 before i’m exposed. on top of that , i have to play a terrified husband . . . so , i don’t have time for this. ❜
( CARMEN SALDANA : was it worth it ?
WORD HAD SPREAD LIKE WILDFIRE , how pseudo brother had suffered the brutality of blade , concern was unwarranted in eyes of maker . 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 , poisoning her veins , the orders barked had been defied . a need to confirm for herself he was fine , even if that meant ᴅᴇɴʏɪɴɢ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴀᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴀɴ . it takes a matter of minutes for distress to dissolve , seeing him there , breathing , MOVING , made anxieties wane . yet instead of relieved sigh and words of affection he’s met with a 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 . mouth parts to allow syllables to pass , logical thought has no time to catch up before she lobs question at him . ❝ 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜 ? ❞ arrogant simper trickles down , feminine watches him from doorway , never once daring to close distance .
𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 , comes bearing gift of ALTERNATIVE PAIN RELIEF . bottle of amber is waved toward other , then placed down on nearest surface , gratitude should be in order ; 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 . ❝ i can help with reddington . it’s no secret he likes me more , and don’t give me that stubborn bullshit when you’re currently ᴅᴇᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟs . ❞
carmen’s blockquotes are taking way longer than elena’s .... my brain is all out of ideas rn but by the end of the week i should be doing replies here again <33
AWAKE, dir. Joby Harold (2007)
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i’ll be slowly working on revamping carmen’s blog , just a few new touches here + there . i.e : new blockquotes , new pinned + potentially an updated slides .
nuseven:
𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 𝗛𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦. warnings engraved within skin but heart only knows how to beat for certain individual ( 𝙰 𝙹𝙾𝙱 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚄𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 / 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴 ). caught under softness of her skin & trapped inside prison of comfort as her words reach his soul with hidden potential to adjust to the innocent world of tom keen even if only for one moment when her scent reaches cortex. the result is blood beneath clothes & ruined metal of a car in addition to pull out another cover story to feed own wife with clarifications. the track is left behind buried beneath the soil but the marks of two hours prior are written above flesh. ocean gaze meets the other as her voice pulls thoughts back to the present. the balance of right leg is c o m p r o m i s e d & the pain within muscles twitch each time feet is set above the ground. ❛ 𝚒’𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎. ❜ hope or perhaps he’s oblivious to the danger spiraling around caused by betrayal. deep inhale & jacket is thrown above the floor of the safe house , feet drag throbbing figure further inside yearning for a glass of sharp liquid to clear own mind. ❛ what are you doing here ? ❜
❪ ID _ carmen saldana. ❱ did someone hurt you ?
VEXATION SITS CREASED BETWIXT BROW , SEEMINGLY A REOCCURING EXPRESSION WHILST IN HIS COMPANY . back presses against wall , poised nonchalance as umber gaze watches limping frame . 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 , much to the chagrin of handler , weakness he’d said : an exposed nerve to be exploited . against better judgement 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘀 and remains cemented in her position , arms now crossing over chest . ❝ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ sʜɪᴛ . ❞ a dull edged bluntness seeps into matter of fact timbre , venom does not falter from woman even when friend is in bad shape . good intentions come shrouded in 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 , it was easier to play into cold hearted persona than let walls down . ❝ making sure you weren’t a writhing pile on the floor . ❞
thinking about a . returning to carmen + b . using chloe bennet in some capacity for the blacklist rpc
There is something I think that might cheer you up, though. There were fingerprints on the duct tape that we recovered from the clown shoe, possible match to an ex-con named Garth Haney.
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𑁋 ( 03x17 _ starter call.
INCESSANT CHIME OF RINGTONE BREAKS CONCENTRATION . hands wipe against rag , 𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌 , fixing cars seemed like the only hobby that belonged to her “true self” . digit stabs green answer icon , putting device to ear . ❝ don’t tell me you got cold feet ? not after all the convincing you did to get me on ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ʟɪᴢ . ❞ timbre is jesting , lighthearted and soft . far cry from ɯouǝʌ puɐ spɹoʍ snollɐɔ , but she couldn’t help it , there was a soft spot for him nestled amongst beating organ in chest . ❝ or is this you asking me to 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 ? ❞
anyone who told me the blacklist was a good show lied.
Jessica Alba as Nancy McKenna in L.A.’s Finest (1.05)
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WASHINGTON, D.C. ; SOMEWHERE IN ANACOSTIA ― @noeleven
green eyes only appear to be glued to the newspaper sat between cutting board and yet to be sliced vegetables, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows and hands absentmindedly julienning the carrots. attention in truth lies anywhere but the headlines. “ i have no idea how you do it, ” it’s an exclamation paired with the sound of chopping. the kitchen’s small, only sparsely stocked compared to the hotel room engrossed as part of the deal with the fbi ―― but it’s a small haven, regardless, secluded from the hubbub of investigations. “ every time i have to spend more than an hour with ressler and his equally as incompetent companions, i want to make my whereabouts public and have the next best bounty hunter blow my brains all across the wall. you, juliana ―― ” the grin upon the features of the concierge of crime borders on aghast, knife dramatically pointing at her for emphasis, before returning to its initial occupation of preparing dinner. there’s a small chuckle in the back of a throat when dembe passes past carmen’s silhouette, to wash the rice. “ ―― still have your brain inside your head, impressively so. never took you for someone who’d pull off a cop, carmen. what’s your secret? secretly spitting in cooper’s coffee? ”
BROW REMAINS LIFTED , ARMS CROSS OVER CHEST . the dinner invitation had been unexpected , alas who were she to deny such a prominent player in the criminal underbelly . one that could just as easily destroy her cover . while he busies himself with culinary prep she can’t help the surprise , in this moment he looked far removed from the persona the world knew , instead embodying something bordering on wholesome . mention of ressler and taskforce inflict a furrow of brow , did he call her here to bitch ? ❝ and yet you’ve stuck around . ❞ reminding poignantly . they were both keeping an eye on the same individuals . the complement comes as a surprise , 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 . closest thing to a father never once uttering a kind word , could she blame him though ? 𝖲𝖧𝖤 𝖥𝖠𝖨𝖫𝖤𝖣 𝖳𝖮 𝖥𝖨𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖬𝖮𝖫𝖣 𝖧𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖰𝖴𝖨𝖱𝖤𝖣 , a necessity for perfect operatives , one’s that would reflect well on his reputation . and that’s just what carmen did , represented him well , but behind closed doors when it was just them she could be ǝʇɐuᴉpɹoqnsuᴉ puɐ ǝʌᴉslndɯᴉ . ❝ and why would that be raymond ? it’s much the same . similar practises , instead inside the lines of the law . though in my instance i honed in on building trust within the taskforce , 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 . a setup of course . but i find if you can figure out ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ then you’ve got yourself a home run . ❞
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there might come a time where claws dig into his throat and not her own palm : until then, blue eyes watch with eagle-like patience as carmen sits. the insult needs not be spoken to radiate off her silhouette. bill is a tired man with a heavy crown. the institute has brought forth unthinkably skilled operatives ―― and perhaps, before all of this, he’d hoped to find a heir in jacob. now, the throne threatens to rust under his weight. carmen is right, not quite a rare occurrence and one that he doesn’t wish to dwell upon. “ jacob has an unspeakable bond with you, carmen. if there is anyone in this world capable of bringing him to his senses, it is you. ” that in itself is an admission of NON-SUCCESS. hand brushes across the wrinkles around his eyes, motion slow & gradual, until it drops. he had so much hope for that boy, had so much hope for his employment under the concierge of crime also : the back door he’s left open for him comes with a cost. there are not many men that one should never make an enemy of ―― raymond reddington is by far the most dangerous one.
“ elizabeth keen is off limits. if you touch her, i cannot guarantee your survival. ” underneath monotonous warning lies almost something like care. eyes are focused, are seldom ever not, but in the depths of their sockets, they see something beyond this room and beyond the institute. “ if jacob phelps cannot be persuaded to adjust his behaviour, i am left with no other option than to liquidate him. ”
“UNSPEAKABLE BOND” , OR SO HE PUT IT . the way it bitterly rolls off tongue acknowledges his shortcomings with the pair . they were as thick as thieves , protecting one another with a fierceness their 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚗𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚝 . it only made sense he’d use it to his advantage , a smart play to keep his favoured operative in line . ❝ funny how the bond you reprimanded me for has come to be your saving grace . ❞ it’s hard not to be rancorous while in his presence . still feeling the sting of being the “forgotten child” .
❝ got it , steer clear of keen . ❞ head nods , despite her disdain for the woman who’d weakened her closest , perhaps ONLY FRIEND . mention of liquidation causes jaw to set , straining to keep emotional connection in check . after all , it was things like that which got people killed . ❝ hold off on the permanent measures , i’ll handle jacob . 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 ? ❞
𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 ﹕ // [ ᴅᴏɴᴀʟᴅ ʀᴇssʟᴇʀ ] @olympiaes
ANOTHER LONG DAY , ANOTHER BLACKLISTER . partner of course was still holed up at his desk , burying himself in paperwork . 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 , one of the best suits the bureau could have . but to carmen ? he was agonisingly by the book . with his boy scout attitude and moral compass . in some aspects she admired his loyalty to values , unwavering even with the looming presence of the fbi’s most wanted . carmen’s world was shades of grey and lines crossed , they were as far from likeness as you could get . chinese food is in grasp , other hand pressed against BRUISED RIB CAGE while she makes her way inside his office . ❝ 𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢 . ❞ bag placed down on surface , takeout containers unloaded and chopsticks handed over . ❝ mandarin chicken and rice right ? ❞ fingers curl around own container , body lowering into opposite chair , ɢʀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ sᴏғᴛʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴘᴀɪɴ ʀᴀᴅɪᴀᴛɪɴɢ . ❝ how’s your paperwork going ? need a hand ? ❞
One of my favorite parts
just like a handful kid with uncle,hahahah~
o (=•˘ ¬˘• =)o
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980, ed. by David Rieff