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hi im redoing this blog heres leon though @fithamen

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blog update.

making the right changes so i can get back into writing the way i feel suit. consider all threads dropped, if we had something before regarding a plot / long term writingship we can continue that, perhaps by making something fresh. you can find me at blogs here (orubors.) james sutherland ( @1096th . ) & leon scott kennedy. ( @fithamen ) these are characters i've written privately for some months who are long term characters for me. all concepts from my silent hill and resident evil blogs stray from fan concepts, and have become original in ways i deem important or more curative. all of my characters have some of their own lore involved, regarding vladymir i have changed somethings to be specified on a google doc im currently working on for him. you can also find me writing aside from here on either discord or google docs for plotting and storyline purposes. i use pinterest for characterization if you want those blogs or character sideblogs just ask me for it! :-)

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Bill Skarsgård as Marquis Vincent de Gramont // John Wick: Chapter 4 (on set)

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vladymir, n. original character, svenska will be incorporated at times.

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ: vladymir novikov is a half upir \ half human. ominously known as the death-eater.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ: @fithamen , @1096th .

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..And the painting is complete!

This has been SUCH a challenge but one that I welcomed because I don’t often do large detailed paintings..and when I do, I try to go all in. Now I know he’s not perfect, that’s to be expected, but I went outside of my comfort zone and attempted a texture I’ve never done before. It was surprisingly relaxing to paint all the little flecks of glitter and sparkle but if I’m honest..I wish to never do something like this again. At least, not for a very long time.😭😂

You can see better angled views and detail shots of this over on my Insta: _geefreak_

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* 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋  𝟐.

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

“ look man, i’m serious okay ? ”  

“ i’ve never seen anything like it … ”  

“ i haven’t been able to sleep since that night. ”  

“ don’t give into fear out there. ”  

“ if you freeze up around these things, they’ll sink their teeth into you. ”  

“ something’s not right. ”  

“ don’t move, i’ll be back for you. ”  

“ don’t shoot ! ”  

“ you can thank me later, when we’re safe. ”  

“ hopefully, they’ll have some answers at the police station. ”  

“ it’s a good thing we found each other. ”  

“ oh my god, this is so unreal. ”  

“ what if there’s no survivors ? ”  

“ looks like we’re walking from here. ”  

“ you’re safe, for now. ”  

“ i’m sure you did what you could. ”  

“ this place will eat you alive if you aren’t careful. ”  

“ i am not the priority here. ”  

“ if you see one of those things - uniform or not - you do not hesitate. ”  

“ this is not how i imagined my first day … ”  

“ it is so nice to see you. ”  

“ don’t worry about me, _____. you take care of yourself. ”  

“ bet he’s not part of the rescue squad. ”  

“ i won’t hurt you, i promise. ”  

“ you gotta be kidding me … ”  

“ i just need you to lower that ladder for me. ”  

“ it means we’ve got something in common … ”  

“ i’ve been looking everywhere for you. ”  

“ on the ground, hands behind your head. ”  

“ he’s full of shit ! ”  

“ don’t tell me how to do my job ! ”  

“ obviously, nobody taught you manners ! ”  

“ we can’t let this thing spread. ”  

“ i won’t let you down, ____. ”  

“ somebody’s watching me. ”  

“ hey. stay sharp. ”  

“ surprised you made it this far. ”  

“ that information’s classified. ”  

“ do yourself a favour : stop asking questions and get the hell out of here. ”  

“ i don’t believe it. a real human. ”  

“ are we the last ones alive ? ”  

“ i’m sure he had a good reason. ”  

“ don’t be an asshole. ”  

“ just get me the fuck outta here ! ”  

“ it just … happened so quick. ”  

“ this is getting old. saving your ass - that’s twice ! ”  

“ this isn’t a game ! ”  

“ nothing dies down here. ”  

“ what about you ? trying to save the world ? ”  

“ i’m not going to hurt you - ”  

“ i’m going to ask you to lower that weapon. ”  

“ we need to terminate her before she turns. ”  

“ i told you to stay put. ”  

“ whatever it takes to save this city … count me in. ”  

“ you are gonna be so fucking sorry ! ”  

“ that explains the horrible things i’ve seen. ”  

“ god only knows what’s down here … ”  

“ you’re stuck with me to the end. ”  

“ can’t say i didn’t warn you. ”  

“ i’m just impressed you made it in one piece. ”  

“ not much time … need to dispose of it. ”  

“ forget about me … just go. ”  

“ you have to get up. he’s going to get us ! ”  

“ i don’t have time to play twenty questions. ”  

“ i was scared. ”  

“ power must be out. ”  

“ should’ve known you wouldn’t die ! ”  

“ this conversation is over ! ”  

“ i will get you whatever you need, okay ? ”  

“ you can run, ____, but you can’t hide. ”  

“ bravo. gonna burn me alive now ? ”  

“ enough with this cat and mouse game. ”  

“ i don’t like the sound of that … ”  

“ i’ll bet those rats spread it. ”  

“ there’s no turning back. ”  

“ your jacket’s so warm. ”  

“ i don’t know what i’d do without you. ”  

“ you were doing just fine without me, until i came along and got you into all sorts of trouble. ”  

“ i was getting worried there for a sec … ”  

“ i can’t walk like this. ”  

“ you’re not getting rid of me that easy. ”  

“ let me carry you. ”  

“ worse than it looks. ”  

“ i got plenty to live for. ”  

“ what the fuck were you thinking ? ”  

“ you left me no choice. ”  

“ i knew you’d make it. ”  

“ you don’t look so good. ”  

“ i’m so lucky to have you. ”  

“ i think i can open it from the other side ! ”  

“ we make a good team. ”  

“ as much as i wanted to trust you, i didn’t. ”  

“ i was just some pawn to you ? ”  

“ i don’t wanna hurt you. ”  

“ then you shoot me, but i don’t think you can. ”  

“ i … need to take a shower. ”  

“ we gotta stop meeting like this. ”  

“ show no mercy. ”  

“ so … are you guys like, boyfriend and girlfriend ? ”  

“ that would’ve been one helluva first date. ”  

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❞ can you brush my hairˀ❞ a retelling in form. vladymir scoffs. derivative, hounding. although, it is the healing in the offering that takes up the sweetest.   ❞i wasn't the one who needed it, so no.  ❞ he couldn't allow the inferred. in the way he is already sparse with touch, expended on the gesture of this giving. he does not want to come off more implicit about it that it already seemed. here's recourse, in that embrace. that reciprocation. firm in weakness, but stable reassurance. from acceptance of the lips parting at the proximal.

❞who said i was doneˀ ˙❞ he fights teeth, nail with the comb which stutters in each condensed strand. which, appearingly annoys him. you can see the way he gnashes for her, that he wouldn't like to cause any distress. though, it had to be done. it would be. for her sake. but in the name of devout order, too. when lydia is miserable, he is but the mirror projected back at her. who is comparatively miserable, probably even more-so. this time it is in the image of lovers, combined. they do selfless work, when they need each other. this is of course; a value that is flitting. more often than not. it is gaseous, unphased. reverse to him, he cups her cheek coldly.  ❞ can't you be still.  ❞ how it sounds mean, but it is enamored, dully in affections. the tangles are the sea reeds from hell. ❞ you have the frizziest fuckinʽ hair. it is pretty. which is why you need to brush it through. you see what happens when you do not listen to me, min kära ˀ ˙  ❞

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@obouros​:  BRUSH OR WORK A COMB THROUGH MY MUSES HAIR  (HE,  TO LYDIA).  

the steam still lifts of her skin in the cold catchment of the bedrooms air.  they seemed to exchange in each others presence with ease,  as if passively religious of the other  &  settled into routine.  in her dressing gown,  absolved in the flesh  &  fragrant sweet;  legs swung across the bottom of the bed  & dangle inches off the ground. the bristles stiffen in the matt of her damp hair.  how many times have you cut your hair because of this?  it doesn’t matter,  to chastise herself did not undo it.  there will be another time the same as this. “  i can’t brush my hair.   ”    how does one confess to the unclean?  that is how you feel yourself  &  you will viciously rip it apart (a scolding of your pretence).

he is silent as he moved behind her  & pried the comb delicately from her hand that was still a loose-wrought fist at her shoulder.  the movements of his fingers as he begins to deftly pry apart the matting of her hair barely stung in the strain of her scalp.    fingertips pin the radicle to prevent the flinching uproot as her hair inevitably snaps;  it is fewer than to cut it all  &  will mask itself among the aphotic sea of red.  it is not all like this.  she did not view herself as unkempt,  so as she brushed   (..]     she would waiver & the midst of it would knot together.  it was easy to hide,  but months in the making,  your hair is a cluster  &  snaps bristles of attempted retribution.

you have poignant, compromising moments of self care. you bathed.  you changed linens. you brushed your teeth semi regularly  (to say, her gums bled less now).   it was enough to get by.  it was enough to feel together. it was enough to pretend.

he asks if he’s hurting you.  your vision is blurred by tears as they drip soundlessly,  brackish of the lips  &  petrichor into the open palms in your lap.  this is a relinquish of power.  he does not toy with it,  he does not hold it above her nor does he efface her  &  she is guarded by him,  not of him  (calyx of the woman). “   no,  you’re not.  ”      a strain in the welling of your throat;  these moments are not the ones she shared so readily & the shame of this sinks into her muscles like ache.  

is this our love language?   i am beholden to you as no guise,  no figure  & the confidence that sloughs away to the matted roots of a wintered tree.   she doesn’t know how long she sits with his spindle-like fingers  &  the comb working to repent the damage of forgotten self-care. as he finished,  discreetly discarding the rend of hair,  his legs met either side of her own as she leant back into his enveloping arms,  head turning to kiss the contented hands that had made the poultice of a raw  &  tender confessional.

“   do you want me to brush your hair?   ”    soft spoken saccharine,  a half-murmur into his knuckles.  leaning her cheek against them,  her fingers follow the details of his palms  &  pray in a quietude of sweetness.

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cain eating soup casually in the middle of a very VIOLENT and fatal fight was a significant moment in history that should never be forgotten.....

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Bill Skarsgård as Roman Godfrey HEMLOCK GROVE (2013-2015)     ↳  3x03 ― The House in the Woods.

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goodmorning to him💯

@dyavolvich @tchk0vy ☝️

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@debtbound

he'll snap in the unseamed perspective. ❞ i do not even know what to consider you. ❞ pitiful ˙  ❞willfully blind? ❞ patience is a withering cord, running through the vein of the quarter. patent, in cross. amity is but a collateral deal between he and cain.. the marquis novikov begs to disagree with himself on the greater distance and bud of a thought. ❞no ˙  ❞ ❞ for servants are not willful, more than they are viable. ❞ but to you as my armamanet. i will say. did it hurt to slit your eyes open like fucking chasu ❞

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Bill Skarsgård behind the scenes of John Wick: Chapter 4.

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@tchk0vy.

❞ only pretty ones, ma coquine. ❞ lethargic accent, full-mouthed. like tying a cherried knot with the tongue, conversating synchronously. head bowed, curating a fiendish ˙  a deviled stare from approach. no she does not escape it; they never do. they try, they fail greatly. an enveloping figure. the crowned jewel of the body.. under the moon as they are; two figures concealed from the kaminari. which is more beautiful? the view of maria. the osaka castle at the left; or maybe the hue that is from the dotonbori.. leaned on the high-balance of the structure; which separate's from lowered ground. he goes to his pochette for a cigar; a lighter. he smokes it, enthused. watching in a calculation of what's transpired. the viper this close, how much damage can be enacted? he smokes, doesn't offer. tradition says the lady accompanies; but doesn't imbibe. ❞ maybe if you're good i'll have them bring you a drink. what do you prefer? ˙ chartreuse? cointreau? ❞

❞ ah. ❞ he snaps billigerently. ❞ bring the woman some normandin- mercier! a la péraudiére cuvee. a petite cognat, for the petite. ❞ he blows smoke. ❞ made from a hundred year old trees from it's péraudiére estate. ❞ the marquis novikov pirouettes, turns his back to her. a deliverance of trust. slight in that he has peripheral permanence. they, being the attendant's of him; imbibe her as asked. he waits a tangent until at-least, halfway through another glass. they offer her some button cake, a macaroon .. ❞ you don't have a sweet-tooth then? ❞ sidely stated, he stares down the discourse of his affiliates. they argue between french and german. he gestures maria near his side. ❞ second chances are the refuge of men who failed. ❞ ˙ ❞ i will associate to none of the such. ❞ he points a dated revolver at the men from their above-view. you see they have not the slightest idea of a bullet which will soon penetrate their skulls; brain matter to the heights. he disengages; it goes back under his belt. he'll wipe the tissue on the suit; stoically. ❞ you deserve a bullet such as this. ❞ .. ❞ however. ❞ .. ❞ i have decided that i like you. ❞

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