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ooc: Hey guys! Just wanted to give ya’ll an update. Kinda was forced into a hiatus due to irl stuff that I’m not gonna get into here, but wanted to let you know that I haven’t abandoned anything. c:

idk how often I’ll be around this week due to aforementioned irl stuff but it should be over by the weekend.

xoxo Bird ps: Ya’ll are great!

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Give me 5 characters and a number, and I will put them in preference order for that situation

Invite to dinner with parents

Shipwrecked on desert island with

In a car chase with

Shopping for formal wear with

On the run from corrupt authority figures with

Trying to fix broken-down automobile in the rain with

Captured by supervillain with

Wake up handcuffed to

Fake-married to for undercover reasons

To cut and style my hair

To drag them away from a big fight because they’re injured

To drag me away from a big fight because I’M injured

Rewatch my favourite movie/show with

Leave in charge of my home while I’m away

Study for an exam with

Sent to assassinate me

Cook dinner for

Get into massive argument with

Get caught in a questionable position with

Work as bodyguard for

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@blackandredequaldead your reply is cursed gg

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          Akin to an animal curious of an outsider’s intentions and actions, Wade’s head tilted ever so slightly to the right, cocked to a small angle with masked eyes ( whites only; the blue hidden away and shadowed by what some thought terrifying and others an omen for death ) staring directly into the mystery man’s own. He did his homework, always did. It was what made him a true threat to even the most powerful men alive. Hell, if the X-Dorks had called upon him, he knew he wouldn’t a single problem with elimination Apocalypse without any outside influences. 

          Maybe he was just boasting his own pride again, though.

so are we going with him? do we truly have a choice? pff, what’ll happen if we don’t? we would be shot, likely without hesitation for it to be a fatal wound, and moved before we could voice a single objection so when we wake up, we kill everyone. problem solved and if we wake in SHIELD headquarters? those fuckers owe us one

          Silent to the boxes and their astute observations ( particularly Yellow’s, no offense to White ), the mercenary continued to pinpoint each flaw with the situation, each moment he would have to either kill or injure his possible captor past normal capabilities, but ultimately he retreated for what felt like an hour in his mind to assess the matter at hand: attend with this gun-wielding man to wherever he was to be carted to, or murder him and risk the worst of the backlashes. In truth, it was mere seconds, perhaps a minute if one pushed it. 

          And after that minute, his head tilted back to its comfortable position and turned to follow the man’s orders in silence. All the while, the voices chattered and his mind worked much like a hamster wheel without the rodent.

so we’re joinin’ him? what a gyp! on the contrary, we are choosing the most viable option english? imbecile. this is the safest route to proceed with we suck when we’re right

                                        “Hey, MR. GUN, ya’ gonna tell me                                         EXACTLY where we’re goin’? Don’t                                         like bein’ OUTTA THE LOOP.”

John was acutely aware of the merc’s habit of...what was it, thinking? Thinking to himself. It was like he blocked everything and everyone else out, though John wasn’t sure of exactly what Wade Wilson thought. He only knew that it was something he did after the weeks of watching him prior to that moment. It was an uncomfortably intimate knowledge that he honestly wished he didn’t notice, because it could mean his ‘captive’ (really, if Wilson wanted to, he could kill John with his hands alone and abscond) was plotting (all the ways to murder him; John didn’t want to be murdered on this insane fucking job).

He was startled a bit out of his own reverie by Wilson’s voice, cocking a brow slightly. “It’s Mister Wick, Mister Wilson, and I told you,” John said as they approached his ‘69 Mustang, “--someone wants you incarcerated. Not by the police, obviously.” Like a gentleman, John opened the passenger side door for Wade, ushering him in (or at least trying to usher him in) before heading to the driver’s side of the vehicle. A cigarette was procured from the glove compartment, shoved unceremoniously between his chapped lips and lit with a cheap zippo.

“I’m only delivering you to my client. I also suppose I might be asked to keep watch, but that wasn’t in the deal. Not yet, at least,” he explained, leaning his head back against the seat like he simply wanted to sleep right then and there. John inhaled deeply, breathing smoke from his nose away from Wade out of consideration. “Thankfully it’s not another fu...” John breathed deeply. “Another warehouse. Mister Tarasov’s house is rather comfortable.

The slip was intentional to gauge Wilson’s reaction, if he had one at all. Viggo Tarasov was a big name in New York, the leader of the bratva and well known enemy of both HYDRA and SHIELD. He worked by himself and got what he wanted, most of the time.

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‘Then the world is colder than even I suspected.’ Came Alex’s thought in response to John’s first comments. He kept quiet though, merely watching the other man trying to puzzle him out. 

He was relieved when John climbed back over the rail and stood, once more, safely above the river. He had been acutely aware that at any moment John could tip slightly forward and just… let go. It had put him on edge. Now with that possibility made much less likely, Alex was able to relax a bit more. He fished his own packet of cigarettes and lighter out of his pocket. 

Alex nodded at the question. “I was a priest. I left Church not that long ago, but the instincts are still stuck. Priests try to run towards a person in pain rather than away from them… or at least that’s what I was always taught. But I left recently enough… not sure what you’d call me either.” Alex’s mind provided several labels: Other, Sin-Eater, Cursed. “I guess we have that in common…” 

He still couldn’t quite place what was so off about the other man. There was definitely something different about him, but Alex couldn’t place what it was. It was at that point that Alex noticed the other pedestrian giving them both a wide berth as they walked past, glances dodging, refusing to alight on John’s face or person. Alex frowned, wondering. 

With a nod of his head towards the city, John began slowly walking away, urging Alex to follow so they could continue to chat. “Come on. That spot has seen enough sorrow in its lifetime. Might want to let it rest for a while,” he said offhandedly, sucking on the filter of his cigarette and letting out another slightly-too-dark plume of smoke from between his lips.

“Sorry we met under...odd circumstances, Alex. People only usually pay attention to me when I’m on a job, or when they become too wary. It’s...better that way, I think. You,” John said, jabbing a finger in the ex-priest’s direction, “--you’re different. I don’t think it’s because you used to be a priest, either. I’ve had many men of faith ignore me all the same, or at least try to ignore me.”

John motioned to the people around them, the ones who have the two of them a wide berth seemingly without thinking anything of it. A few reacted as those on the bridge did, furtive glances at John and Alex like looking was as hard as squinting up at the sun while others seemed mildly worried. “It’s better, but I do enjoy the company sometimes, especially off of the job.”

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She nodded. “I believe that’s what the general public calls it, yes. For me, its simply another source of food.” The vampire slowed down, coming to a halt. She could hear their steps were no longer hitting solid ground and could hear the trickling of a small fountain. The bottom of her cane slid forward, brushing the stone of the bridge. She leaned against it and tilted her head.

A slightly embarrassed chuckle lilted from her. “I would say she was the…spark that helped propel me forward.” The blind woman said. “I’d been wanting to do that since our second meeting.” She paused. “Mm, no, dear. Same perfume as always.” She smirked up at him.  “But I’m glad you like it.” 

John hummed quietly, thinking about the logistics of energy feedings. He didn’t think he could do it; he felt certain energies, sure, but being around people just seemed to slightly drain him. The thought was brief, however, and John focused all of his attention on the Mistress, letting a faint smile touch his lips.

“Really now?” he asked, amused at the confession. “I must be completely unattentive then. Though I won’t say I haven’t thought the same recently.” John reached up to rub at his chin thoughtfully. “Was it the contemplation and quiet brooding that did it for you?” John questioned wryly, moving a few inches closer to let his shoulder bump the other vampire’s arm.

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➤➤➤“what 4th wall?”

send a SYMBOL and my MUSE will respond:

♕ what do they think of their mun?

❖ do they like the layout of mun’s rp blog? what would they change about it?

✯ what’s their favorite official art of themselves?

♞ least favorite official art of themselves?

☯ something in canon they wish they hadn’t said/done?

✘ something the MUN has made them do/say that they didn’t want to?

♖ are they popular in their fandom? how do they feel about that?

☞ would they like themselves as a character? why or why not?

♋ does muse have any interest in roleplaying? if so, what/who would they play as?

㋡ which icon of them that mun has is their favorite? which one do they never want to see mun use again or ever?

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“Again the firstborn quote the Tablet when I ask for logic,” he growled beneath his breath. “I do not agree.”

–Cadeyrn, founder of the Nightmare Court

{{ Ebon Knight // {{ indie GW2 canon OC ;; multiverse //

{{ rules ;; about }} {{ 18+ }}

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SEND A SYMBOL FOR A CORRESPONDING PROMPT/STARTER.

[ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears.

[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together.

[ ◐ ] my muse is having a sleepover with your muse.

[ ✿ ] my muse attempts to cook dinner for your muse.

[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse.

[ ღ ] my muse makes an attempt to cheer your muse up.

[ ✦ ] my muse pushes yours out of frustration/anger.

[ ❢ ] my muse discovers yours all bloodied and bruised.

[ ➤ ] my muse accidentally punches your muse in the face.

[ ⌚ ] my muse recalls their favorite memory with your muse.

[ ✜ ] my muse collapses in front of yours, all bloodied and bruised.

[ ☯ ] my muse tells yours that they never want to see them again.

[ ✈ ] my muse asks yours to accompany them on a trip/mission/etc.

[ ● ] my muse catches yours snooping through their belongings.

[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party.

[ ✌ ] my muse reaches out to yours after months of no communication.

[ ☢ ] the car broke down in an unfamiliar part of town, and our muses are lost.

[ ✠ ] it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s home.

[ ☁ ] the entire city is without power due to a storm, and our muses run into each other during a supply run.

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Reblog if your icon

would fight 10 men at once

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ooc: May 2019 for John Wick 3. Sobs.

Though I have a feeling the comic may FINALLY be released this month on the 20th. Dunno why they were hyping the 6th on so many websites. :c

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Annie Leibovitz

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ooc: Heading off for tonight! If interested, go check out my smol canon OC son, @nightrnare. I’ve had the littlest evil bean for over 4 years now and just got his muse inspiration back. c:

Otherwise, gotta sleep so I be alert for my bio test tomorrow and lots and lots of grocery shopping!! And then late at night, muh drafts and starters.

xoxo Bird

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The slow but enthusiastic movements continued, even moments past Victoria’s climax. At least it wasn’t a surprise but John still huffs in amusement and pulls back, tongue darting out to run over his lips. He was a mess and his beard was a mess and god, she was gorgeous, spent like she was against the wall. Slow movements brought him back up to standing, hands worrying along Victoria’s form to make sure she was steady. He didn’t even bother with her under garments, simply urging her to step fully out of them so she wouldn’t trip.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist but he was still gentle, and as he looked down at her his brows furrowed. “I...” John cleared his throat before trying again. “Let me...clean up a little. Upstairs? If you wish...” He didn’t try to push her, didn’t expect anything in return, actually. Even standing there, an ancient man who had killed a thousand men and might kill a thousand more, he looked patently awkward with signs of Victoria’s pleasure on his face.

“Whatever you want to do, let’s at least get you in bed.” John stooped down and offered to scoop her up against him, gorgeously long legs wrapped around his waist so they could make haste to the master bedroom.

Old Money | {Closed}

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She sits down, her long skirt bunching up around her knees, and she can’t help but feel a little shy.  It’s been years since she’s been so close to someone and it’s the first time she’s been so close to John.  They’ve always been an arm’s length apart.  Close enough touch, yet they never did.

She’s always known that John is tall, but sitting on his lap makes her realize just how small she is compared to him.  It’s almost comical.  If she wasn’t so caught up in the moment, she’d make a joke about it.

Mari listens to his words.  They weave their way into her rib cage, twisting around her heart, and part of her hurts for him, because he thinks that he doesn’t deserve kindness.  Oh, if he could see what she sees in him.  If only he could realize the kindness that’s buried inside of him, too.

Her free hand moves to rest on his collarbone.  Fingertips brush over the glowing lights beneath his shirt as he presses the kiss to the corner of her mouth.  “You deserve kindness,” she murmurs.  “You have been kind to me, too.”

Like John, she changes, though her attributes are more subtle.  Blue eyes turn darker, more soulful, the eyes of a creature who has loved and lost and loved again. 

The hand on his cheek brushes over the faint scar like line on his jaw.  “I was lonely. Before you.”  There are so many other things she wants to say, but she can’t find the words in any of the languages she knows. 

She’s both elated and terrified.  She swears that her hands are trembling.  A shaky breath escapes her and she leans close to kiss the scar on his jaw.  She finally finds the words she was looking for.

“Eg elski teg.”

I love you.

John’s jaw tenses slightly under Mari’s touch, because that’s the part of him that makes him a monster, makes people afraid. But she trusts him and that’s important. She isn’t afraid, even though he could hurt her so easily in this moment, open his jaws wide, make her bleed. The mer’s slowly beating heart feels like it’s being squeezed out of his chest at the simple, utter trust and gentleness the woman on his lap his giving him.

He lets his eyes slip shut at the kiss, hands finally moving to caress over Mari’s shoulders and eventually settling on her hips. John just...holds her there closely, inhaling the selkie’s warm scent that’s always tangled with the sea breeze. “It always ends. Don’t want it to,” he mutters, sorrow lacing through his voice. Every time he’s gotten involved, every time he’s let himself open up to someone else, they either leave or...

Or otherwise get hurt. And he’s never there to stop it, or he can never do enough to stop it.

When he finally opens his eyes again, John looks at Mari, tracing her features until he memorises them all. He doesn’t answer her in her other language because he doesn’t know it, but something about the way it’s said digs in and takes root deeply.

“My job is dangerous,” John says like maybe she’ll reconsider and figure out it’s not such a great thing being involved with the guy known as the literal Boogeyman in his line of work. He hasn’t told her all the details, but the day he came into the lighthouse with clothes covered in blood and a loaded gun, he figures she must know at least something is up.

Leaning in, John rests his head below Mari’s collarbone, kissing the area gently as his hands slide up to wrap around her back.

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ooc: Selectively replying to some drafts! I think I’ll be in a much better mood tomorrow and/or the next day when I can get groceries. Been living off of minimal sustenance, ahah. Prolly why I can’t focus much these past few days. Sorry everyone!

edit: THAT INCLUDES STARTERS I OWE. Which I will write this weekend. I have those written down and didn’t forget about em. :)

Love ya’ll. Bird