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THE WORLD THOUGHT IT COULD CHEW ME UP AND SPIT ME OUT. WELL, I PROVED HER WRONG.

a fandomless arms dealer oc | by annika

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"you know, all you have TO DO is ask, hermana, and i'll show you the good toys." blanca laughed, head tipped back in MELOUDIOUS song. "you know i always keep a PORTION of good stock, just for you." @galacticrelays asked for a starter!

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head cocked to the side, feet SHOULDER-WIDTH apart. combat boots pressed into the soft dirt as blanca LOOKED at ophelia. green eyes SPARKLED. "so, you need my help, is that it?" blanca shook her head. "funny how the tables turn, no? wish you hadn't tried to betrayed me?" @theresastargirl asked for a starter.

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"we have been betrayed," elena seethed. cheek stung, blood covering PERFECT flesh. though, it was more likely SHE had been betrayed. she didn't have time to DWELL when bullets and knives were flying through the AIR. thankfully, she had an EXIT strategy.

"there is an open path in the northwest stairwell. we can escape that way." @myatonements asked for a starter!

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the first thing elena noticed was the LACK of pity. had she been a lesser woman, someone PRETENDING to be tough, to be well known in a man's world, she would have SHOW her surprise. but she was seasoned, like a fine wine. practice made perfect, as the SAYING went.

the woman shifted, settling back on her seat. soft, silken fabric brushed against her frame, slit EXPOSING her flesh to the chill in the air. gooseflesh rippled across the surface.

"we can, if you wish. i thought this," elena waved her hand, another grim smile on her mouth, "was an appropriate story to share." delicate shoulder shrugged as she took another sip from her glass. "i find war stories insightful and fascinating, hermano. they show a character of a person. their drive. their resolve. it also EXPOSES if they are a good storyteller." this time, a radiant smile tugged on painted lips. "are you a good storyteller, hermano?"

Establishing bonds, some form of relationship with those he worked with was something that Andrei strived to do. It usually prevented betrayal, at least in his experience, and when he saw the possibility to develop such a bond? Well, the Romanian took it. Drinks before his club opened, the VIP area secluded to just him, her, and those in their employ to make sure both remained safe. Though he had no intention of harming her, he understood the reason for the security. He was the same, not that he felt he needed it much either. Still, he let his words linger, watching her as he spoke and seeing her reaction.

His own hand remained upon his glass, the other moving to stroke his beard in a thinking motion. Though her question hadn't been entirely what he expected, the small cant of his head to the side no doubt showed that. "I suppose, one could say that." Though he had meant more so the attempt at covering any kind of wound. He'd done that plenty, a drink after another to make the physical and emotional pain remain at bay. Not that it would be said out loud of course, instead he would give her that answer and see if there was any common ground the two could make. And what followed was, in some ways, how he hoped it would go. He remains still, watching her as she watched him before her hand lifts.

Brow arches as she tells her story, a nod following to show he understood. It wasn't a scar he expected her to have but then again the two didn't know one another beyond business transactions. "Trust is something very hard to come by." Andrei answers, knowing very well the feeling of not trusting anyone easily. He never did, it was safer that way. Head returns to a more straightened position, green gaze looking her over himself before shifting in his seat. Glass is placed on the table between them as he leans forward, arms now resting upon his thighs as fingers intertwine with one another. "Trust is earned, harshly. I weigh loyalty heavily upon my men." He looks to the side for a brief moment at those in his employ around them. "Are we comparing scar stories then? That is a new way to gain some form of common ground."

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it was not much of a loss but el viento began to wonder if this CHILD had ever brokered a deal before. or if he was trying TO FILL some impossibly large shoes.

"please tell me you are ACCUSTOMED to making deals like this." she said instead. his answer, if TURTHFUL would determine if she could the deal or not.

As expected, the woman didn't seem pleased at all to have to negotiate anything.

"I mean no disrespect." That didn't mean she wouldn't take it as such. Danila kept his expression unreadable, carefully hiding his uncertainty.

"Can you do 12,500?"

He'd need to ask Alexei to front him some money after this.

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she found the woman slightly perplexing. a bruised apple, kissed by fruit flies. but ONLY ONE. the damage had not been so far as to draw the hoard, USHERING in the order of decay.

"have you had much to drink, hermana? or are you normally this poetic during the witching hour? i CANNOT tell if you are quoting a dead writer or on the verge of a BREAKDOWN."

spotify wrapped - SONG: 74. afterparty from @elv1ento

"I know most people would probably leave but I can't." it's not in her nature to surrender - to be easily moved, not when her heart screams louder than her brain. nails tap on the edge of desk, a constant little pattern as maeve does her very best to keep her attention even mildly focussed. "If nobody would tell me to stop, I'd be dead and it won't be enough." 

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she wanted to LAUGH at the call of lucrezia calling her little. as if el viento was anything but. sure she may be SMALL in stature but her presence, her reach, it spanned the globe. and all from her LITTLE hideaway in the andes mountains.

"lo siento, hermana. even WOMEN have burned me in the past. you would have to make me an EXCEPTIONAL offer in order for me to CONSIDER a partnership. even then, i may not wish it."

green eyes hardened. mind reeled, studied her captor, and everything that may have been implied with a few simple words. only in the ART of making a deal did blanca bother to use flowery words. in NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCE, she cut to the chase. there was NO SENSE in drawing out the boring bits.

"but i must point out that YOU ARE WRONG. i didn't make this mess. it's beneath me. and my men. i think you're missing a piece of the puzzle. i can tell you which CORNER piece is missing. but only if we can strike a deal."

LUCREZIA STOOD AMIDST THE CARNAGE, her gaze unwavering as it settled on blanca. the faint scent of blood mingled with the acrid smoke of spent gunpowder, clinging to the air like a shadow. her lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile, though no warmth reached her dark eyes. " lessons, " she repeated softly, her voice like silk drawn over steel. she took a measured step closer, her heels clicking softly against the blood-slick floor. " you speak of them as though they are a gift. but not all lessons are meant to teach, piccolina. some are meant to punish. " she stopped just short of blanca, tilting her head slightly as she studied her, her expression unreadable.

" you have made a mess, " lucrezia continued, her tone calm but sharp enough to cut.

" and worse, you’ve made it on my ground. now tell me — what lesson should I take from this? that you underestimated the company you keep? " her gloved fingers brushed the edge of the table beside her, almost idly, before her voice dropped lower. " i do not kill for amusement, blanca. i kill to make a point. " lucrezia looked down at her with a sympathetic gaze, as if blanca was but a young woman having made a sincere mistake, " but it hurts me even more when it is a woman. we should be working together, not against each other. " she leaned in, her smile sharpening as her voice turned to a whisper, though it carried the weight of a blade. " so tell me, el viento . . . could this not be the beginning of a grandiose, dare i say, friendship? " lucrezia’s voice carried a smooth, velvety cadence, laced with subtle amusement and just enough sharpness to remind anyone listening that her words were rarely without layers. her tone was light, almost playful, but with an undercurrent of calculation — lingering in the air, deceptively warm yet brimming with an unspoken challenge.

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the eyes of a predator stalking it's prey. unblinking. zeroed in. blanca watched EACH STEP ophelia took. the woman was a twitching bunny, ready to COMBUST at a moment's notice. something soured in the arms dealers stomach but she allowed herself to be seen.

gaze dropped to the offered flash drive. a small, rectangular, wingless bug sat in OPHELIA'S palm. it was a trap. that was the SECOND feeling twisting in her gut.

"it appears you care little for your BLOND FRIEND." green eyes flashed, smile wicked. "that's a pitty, ophelia. i had HIGH HOPES for you."

reaching into her coat pocket, the woman unlocked her phone, fingers flying across the screen. "i will tell my men DINNER is ready to be hunted. as PUNISHMENT for you trying to pull the wool over my eyes." of course, blanca had no concrete proof. not in this moment. but the skittish creature before her SURELY told someone what she was doing. tsk tsk. no one ever LISTENED to el viento. she kept her promises.

An hour. That’s all she had to try to get the intel and get back to her without Madeleine getting caught up in this mess because of her. Making her way back into Six, Ophelia managed to at least tip off Tanner that something was wrong as she got some files together on a flash drive. Nothing too crucial, but enough to hopefully satisfy the woman’s needs. Was there likely some sort of code or bug on the device to track her whereabouts? Possibly, knowing the tech that Q came up with.

An hour later, she made her way back out of the building and to their designated meeting place. Eyes scanned the area, almost afraid this would be a trap herself, and she was walking right into it. Thankfully, there were plenty of cameras in the area and she was sure eyes were already watching her.

As Blanca approached, Phee pulled the flash drive out from her coat pocket. “I’ve got what I could. I don’t have too much access, but I think this is good information…”

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starter call !!

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Hi, hello! I will be here today for the writing thing.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

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reasons for there to be only one bed ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

¹⁾ they’re undercover as a married couple, and as such need to act like one

²⁾ there’s technically two beds available, but it’s freezing cold and everybody knows body heat works best

³⁾ it’s a camping trip, and one character’s forgotten their sleeping bag

⁴⁾ a character goes to their friend’s house after an emotional upheaval in search of comfort, and ends up staying the night - but refuses to kick the homeowner out of their own bed, resulting in the two of them sharing it

⁵⁾ in a roommate scenario, one character’s bedroom has been rendered unusable - and with the couch being unsustainable in the long run, they proffer sharing the one remaining bed as a solution

⁶⁾ there are two beds, but only one blanket

⁷⁾ a character’s taken ill, and the other party worries too much to leave them alone for even a minute

⁸⁾ in a fit of anger after a mission gone wrong, both characters sleep in the only available bed because no one was chivalrous to offer to take the floor

⁹⁾ a character’s had a nightmare, and needs company to feel safe enough to go back to sleep

¹⁰⁾ the weather takes a tumultuous turn, meaning a late night hangout has to turn into a sleepover when a character gets stranded there for the night

¹¹⁾ it’s a late night at work and when they both grow too tired to continue on, the only option is the lone office couch

¹²⁾ a threat’s been made against one/all character(s) involved, and so under the guise of safety in numbers it’s deemed safest if they stay together - everywhere

¹³⁾ one character joins the other for a late-night conversation, and ends up getting comfortable in their bed next to them - evidently too comfortable, as the char in bed falls asleep on the visitor and effectively traps them there

¹⁴⁾ there’s no bed in the shoddy refuge they’ve found after things went sideways, so when it comes time to sleep the only real choice is to stay close together

and, of course,

¹⁵⁾ it’s the last room available at the hotel after a long trip

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They killed my father. This isn't done until they're dead.

ANA DE ARMAS as EVE MACARRO

From the World of John Wick: Ballerina (2025) dir. Len Wiseman

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EYES NARROWED, RED LIPS losing a bit of color as they pressed tightly together. Haggling was customary in this line of work. But something TOLD her that this man would be trouble.

"By how much?" she questioned, brow arched. "I do not make a habit of OFFERING charity. I have a business to run." She hadn't come EL VIENTO by cutting deals.

15,000 dollars? He had expected the price to be high, but not that high. Even if he counted every single penny, he'd still end up a couple of thousand short. Killing people wasn't exactly a get-rich-quick kind of career.

He hated haggling with criminals. You never knew who would take offense—and what the consequences would be. But he didn't have much of a choice.

"Could you go lower with price?"

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IT WAS A PITTY THAT she was at this bumbling girl's mercy. Blanca supposed she could walk inside and fine the INFORMATION she desired. But this was MUCH EASIER.

"Fine," she snapped. "I'll find you then." Another smile. One full of poisoned promise. As hazel eyes watched the REDHEAD vanish, Blanca made herself busy, cruising through the city streets, eyes keen and ears sharp. The SNIPPITS of information one heard simply by listening was astounding. SO MANY SECRETS.

Finding a bench, she drew out her phone, fingers FLYING across the screen. A deep ache started in her thumb as email after email was answered, EL VIENTO drawing in more clients. She would be a WEALTHY woman this year.

When an hour passed, she left her bench and ambled back to the location she had previously met with Ophelia. But Blanca kept her distance, eyes astute for any signs of FOUL PLAY.

“Right. Okay, soon.” Ophelia wasn’t cut out for this. She wasn’t exactly in espionage for this very reason. “I’ll… let me go back into Six, see what I can find out then.” She was sure it wouldn’t be that easy. There had to be another move here to make sure she actually did it without tipping the agents off. “Give me like an hour, yeah?”

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Ana de Armas