baba yaga.

b̶o̶o̶g̶e̶y̶m̶a̶n̶ — loving husband.

[14mill]

moved back to @slashaer.

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

LIKED : tentative starter call → @14mill

featuring gemma teller and john wick.

               ❝   no   one   decides   to   move   to   this   small   town   just   for   kicks.      it’s   usually   the   drug   game,   but   i   don’t   know…      something   about   you   is   different.   ❞      what   that   difference   was?      gemma   couldn’t   put   her   finger   on   it.      only   thing   she   knew   right   now   was   this   was   a   completely   new   face,   and   who   was   gemma   teller   if   she   didn’t   insert   her   nose   into   someone   elses   business?      as   matriarch   to   the   sons   of   anarchy,   she   felt   she   was   entitled   to   figuring   out   exactly   what   the   strangers   deal   was.      especially   if   it   posed   a   threat   to   the   sons.

[14mill]

lie low. it's apparently a hard concept for john to understand, but this time, he really had to try. faking his death was supposed to be the end all, be all. it was supposed to provide him, and everyone else in the underground world, peace. john was still trying to find that peace for himself. charming was the second small town he's been to. he only intended to stay for a few months before moving onto the next place, hoping to settle down eventually. clearly, as he's approached by the woman asking for his story, this was not the place to do that. ' i'm just passing through, ' he's honest in his answer, wiping grease from his hands as he stands up, leaving the hood of his car open. ' no drugs, nothing illegal. i just found this a suitable place to stay for awhile, ' he pauses, glancing over the woman with unreadable eyes. ' is that alright with you? '

[roseguided-arch]

@14mill gets a RANDOM starter ! ft natasha romanoff

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏. some part of her brain is always awake , listening , ready to spring into action if something called for it. the storm outside , the sound of ran hitting the window , aided in her ability to relax . . however , something was nagging at the inside of her chest. what was it ? instinct didn’t have much of a habit of being wrong . . natasha stirs in bed once again, flipping over onto her side facing the bathroom door & the bedside table of her studio apartment. a sigh exhales from her chest , a small noise peeking her interest just as she hears a shuffling much too close for comfort ! ; eyes open themselves quickly , not a second wasted in reaching for her bedside table to withdraw the gun kept taped underneath it. body settles into position with knees pressing into her mattress , arms extended to point gun toward drenched , shadowed figure standing just at the end of her bed. finger hesitates on the trigger, eyes widening when realizing—- ❛ john ? ❜ tone is more than confused , lowering gun to flick on the lamp. eyes widen even more seeing the blood leaking from a wound in his shoulder , his side. what the hell was going on ? ❛ fuck — what the hell did you get yourself into ?! ❜

[14mill]

there was no where else for him to go. in less than an hour, everyone would have free range to destroy the boogeyman, to take down the baba yaga, once and for all. the bounty on his head was set at 14 million, and it would only go up from there, the longer he ran. and he would run. and he would fight. tonight, and every night going forward, everyone in new york ( and, he assumed, the world ) was his enemy. right now, he needed to get somewhere that was still safe before he was fully sentenced to death. vision blurred, losing blood fast, john took no time in breaking into nat's apartment, taking quiet strides toward her bed, and standing at the foot of it until she noticed he was there. john knew she would notice - she notices everything. he's surprised she didn't attack him as soon as he made it inside. ' i've been excommunicated from under the high table, ' john murmurs into the darkness between them, trying to ignore the pain that radiated from his wounds. ' you have 32 minutes to stitch me up, '

[archive-astarborn]

HAZEL EYES STARE OFF INTO THE DARKNESS of her bedroom as ally listens to the dial tone on the other end of the line, waiting for for the person she knew would pick up without a doubt at this time of night. she hadn't meant to wake him up, if that had been the case, but with the anniversary of jackson's death coming up so soon the nightmares had been keeping her awake at night. charlie was at the end of the bed whimpering—— she half expects jackson to roll over to comfort her & see what was wrong, but as john's voice echoed over the phone, she couldn't help but snap back down to reality from her own tortured thoughts. “I didn't know it was this late,” she whispers into the phone as her head turns to look over at the clock. 2:33am. cursing under her breath away from the phone, she raises a hand to wipe away a tear that accumulated in the corner of her eye as she remembers the dream. “Yeah, I'm...” ally stops herself short, swallowing hard. as much as she wanted to lie she knows that wasn't going to get either of them anywhere. if john was awake, then surely he must have had trouble sleeping, too. “I'm... not okay. I— the dream happened again. Are... Are you sure you don't mind staying on the line with me?”

@14mill

[14mill]

bad dreams. john understands them, because he has them, too. there was something traumatic about watching your loved one die, and knowing you couldn't have done anything to save them. despite helen and jack leaving their lives in very different ways, their deaths left the same mark on both john and ally. an empty feeling that made them sick ; a void that they weren't sure would ever be filled, again. meeting her in that support group ( the one he almost hadn't gone to ; the one he wouldn't have, if helen's last note to him didn't beg him to move on from her once she was gone ) had started to change his life. slowly, but surly. it's not something he'd been able to admit to ally, but john was grateful for her, all the same.

he can hear that she's been crying ; that she continues to cry, after waking up from her nightmare. john controls his breathing so that ally might follow suit. ' i don't mind. i want to - i'm glad you trust me enough to call me at 2 am, ' and he's glad she hadn't lied to him like she would someone else. they understood each other too much for any sort of omissions. ' do you want to talk about it, or do you want a distraction? ' john is moving from his bed, throwing on a tshirt and quietly making his way out of his room. sleep would evade him, anyway, even if ally hadn't called. ' if you need someone, i can come get you, ' he pauses. ' you don't have to be alone with this, anymore, ' @astarborn.

[14mill]

work has been Vial, which is why i haven't been active, but feel free to send memes for when i'm back so i can get into the swing here <3

[prettythought]

kiss roulette

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

A kiss on the cheek

A kiss on the nose

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss to the top of the head

A firm kiss

A gentle peck

A romantic kiss

A platonic kiss

A kiss to the eyelid

A kiss along the jawline

A kiss to the neck

A kiss along the collar bone

A kiss on the chest

A kiss to the stomach

A kiss along the hips

A kiss in the rain

An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

A kiss while laughing

A kiss underwater

A rough kiss

WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)

A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

A sleepy kiss

A kiss that's an accident

A kiss while one or both parties are crying

A kiss in greeting

A kiss in parting

A kiss to the back of the hand

A kiss to the palm of the hand

A kiss to the inner thigh

A kiss while someone watches

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

A kiss after a bite

A kiss against a wall

A kiss to the shoulder

A kiss to the back of the neck

A kiss while one party is carried

A tentative kiss

An impulsive kiss

A kiss out of spite

A clumsy kiss

A bloody kiss

[14mill]

ally maine / john wick. feat. @astarborn.

[14mill]

rp is the best because you can just put the unlikeliest of muses together and make it work with a little bit of plotting.

[14mill]

ALLY MAINE: I APOLOGIZE FOR CALLING YOU AT THIS HOUR. ' don't apologize. you know you can call me anytime, ' it's not as if john sleeps that often, anymore. the pain of grief kept him awake, most nights, and when he did sleep, he found himself thinking of everything he's lost. with the time on his clock ( 2 am ) and the familiarity they both had with loss, john could imagine ally hadn't been sleeping much, either. the man sits up in his bed, sheet covering half of his bare torso as he reaches toward the nightstand to switch on his lamp. dim light fills the dark room, john sitting against the headrest of his bed, listening to ally breathe on the other end of the line. ' are you okay? ' he murmurs after a moment, though he doesn't think he has to ask. he knows her well enough to know when she's struggling, and vice versa. head lulls back against the dark wood of the frame. ' if you need to talk, you know i'll listen, ' @astarborn.

[atwolfehunt]

                                                        ' you use the word "fuck" a lot, you know ' thumb in her mouth, palm upturned and fingers splayed, kendra eyed john with barely concealed mirth as she licked at the sauce from her burger. " yeah ... no fuckin' shit. " grinning, kendra polished off what was left of her dinner, discarding perhaps two bites worth into the basket it had come in as she leaned back, arms spread out behind her as she watched @14mill- she'd always found his reputation amusing. there's no doubt in her mind that john wick was intimidating, that there's a reason why most turned tail in the other direction when they'd heard his name whispered in the streets- but she couldn't quite shake that fleeting thought she'd had once, years ago, that he reminded her of a house trained puppy. " i stopped carin' about sinnin' a long time ago, n'swearin' ain't the worst one out there anyway- besides, the devil ain't keepin' count. " truthfully, it's the easiest and only way to truly express herself. fuck was a word used regularly in her vocabulary. not saying it would be wrong. kendra rolled her shoulders, stretching out her muscles, ignoring the blood seeping into her t-shirt and the maître de eying them warily. hand lifts, fingers waggling in a cheeky wave as she rolled her eyes, turning them back on john with a risen brow. " so is this supposed to be a date or y'gonna tell me what we're doin' here? "

[14mill]

he only points it out because it's amusing. there was no changing kendra wolfe, and john had no intention of trying to. for as long as he's known the woman, he's aware how brash she can be. never had she watched her mouth, nor has she held back on what she was thinking or how she was feeling. john thinks that's why he respected her so much. he hasn't touched his food, only watched kendra devour hers quickly, as if she hasn't eaten anything in weeks. john wouldn't know if she had or hadn't - it isn't as if he checked in that often. for obvious reasons. ' we all sin. you're right about that not being the worst one, too, ' john's done the worst of them. if the devil were keeping score, john would be at the top of his leaderboard. but even satan couldn't stop the boogeyman from his path. eyes glance down at the blood on her shirt. it's nothing new to him, but he finds himself concerned with what might be underneath the fabric. ' do you want to take care of that before we start? ' finger points at the blood before hand falls back to the table. ' i can help, if needed, '

[desafia]

@14mill​ sent: 🔪

              the demeanor which overtakes her slightly blood-splattered figure is akin to subdued annoyance.  it’s the same disdain one might reserve for the disposal of vermin.  an inconvenience.  some lives demand honor when they are snuffed out.  but not this one.  it is just one among many.  too many.  magnolia is in the midst of swiping the back of her hand across her cheek when she senses the man’s approach.  his has become a familiar conciousness—one she excuses for being the cause of such needed violence.  what is another drop among the storming ocean which has been her life? 

brows lift slightly as sage hued eyes find their way to her companion.  she says nothing because she knows she doesn’t need to say it.  of course he knows.  there are probably more coming.  instead,  she wipes her knife clean on an unstained patch of her victim’s clothing.  then,  magnolia straightens back up and mutters  ❝  i’m hungry.  ❞

[14mill]

he’s not used to having companionship in times such as these, because giving aid to john wick was a death sentence. magnolia didn’t seem to care, and john supposed he understood why. there was something different about her, something not entirely human ; something that made it increasingly difficult to kill her. he had never asked what it was, never clarified with her what, exactly, made her eyes go black when she decided that someone needed to die. he didn’t need to know. all john needed was to make sure she was safe when danger was around, and she did the same for him.

approaching the woman and the corpse that now lay at her feet, john’s features don’t change from the unreadable expression he normally wears. he isn’t surprised to find magnolia with a knife in her hand, nor a man with a stab wound in his neck, still gushing, making a pool of crimson around his head, like a bloody halo. there’s a moment when john simply stands there. he knows there would be others coming, but he can’t help but to stare down at mags with a hint of curiosity and impression in his eyes.  ‘ well - let’s get you something to eat, then, ’  he holds out one hand to take hers before leading her away from the body.

[moosings-deactivated20231019]

JOHN WICK FRANCHISE (2014-2023) PROMPTS

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚     as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!     ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ

do you really wanna die here?

ain't that a bitch?

i'm sorry to say that no one is that good!

you keen on earning a coin?

fuck off.

either way, you and me, we'll be even.

can't track it, can't hack it, can't trace it.

have you given any thought to where this ends?

why don't you take the night off?

i am the way into eternal pain.

nothing's ever just a conversation with you.

weren't you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not to receive them?

i'd like to see the manager.

i'm going to kill you.

will you be putting a bullet in his head?

i guess it's time i told you to climb down off your high table and go fuck yourself.

just have fun out there.

you always have an angle, don't you?

you dip so much as a pinky back into this pond, you may well find something reaches out and drags you back into its depths.

it was an honor, my friend.

raise a hand if you can hear me.

how good is your laundry?

yeah. don't worry about me.

people don't change. you know that.

do i look civilized to you?

this kingdom is mine and mine alone.

he shot my dog.

you stand in the presence of the motherfucking king!

you can either hand over your kid, or you can die screaming alongside him!

have you thought this through? i mean, chewed down to the bone?

if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick.

i'll have to get back to you.

you don't want me owing you.

there's no rhyme or reason to this life, it's days like today scattered among the rest.

they sure as fuck broke the mold with you.

people keep asking if i'm back and i haven't really had an answer.

enjoy your kingdom, while you still can.

the knife is in your aorta. you pull it out, you will bleed and you will die.

i know what you're thinking.

are services still off limits to me?

it should have been me.

you still need something to love.

if you still have business to attend to, take two of these beforehand.

how may i be of service?

do i know you?

you working again?

after this, we are less than even.

and here i'd feared you'd left all this behind.

i'm gonna shove so much fealty up your ass it's gonna come spilling out of your mouth.

you've broken the rules.

vengeance is all you have left.

do enjoy your party.

fourteen million is a lot of money.

your stitches will tear and you'll bleed, but you'll have full function.

i apologize for calling you at this hour.

i would've done the same thing if i was in his shoes.

let us not resort to our baser instincts.

so tell me, how was life on the other side?

i say the odds are about even.

you killed my ward, someone i was close to.

whoever comes, whoever it is: i'll kill them. i'll kill them all.

you got out once.

it's not what you did that angers me so, it's who you did it to.

i can't help you.

i just gotta catch my breath.

are you here on business?

all of this, for what?

treat all your ladies like this?

i can make this right.

okay. you made your point.

consider this a professional courtesy.

it's been a while. my condolences. how're you holding up?

i want to kill him.

management does not take kindly to that sort of behavior.

avert your eyes, my sweet.

so i guess you have a choice.

that was a pretty good fight, huh?

i'm afraid you've come all this way for nothing.

i have a job for you.

as you know, art is pain—life is suffering.

i'll make it quick, i promise.

sometimes you gotta cut a motherfucker.

you fail to understand.

they will come for you, and you will do nothing because you can do nothing.

it's okay. let's go home.

i still have time.

do you think you can scare me into opening this gate?

it seems to be fate, or happenstance, or just bad fucking luck caused our paths to cross once again.

you had your chance.

i was just sorting some stuff out.

i can do this! please!

i'm sorry i can't be there for you.

where the fuck are you?

i'm just asking you to try.

they know you're coming.

in that moment, i received some semblance of hope.

you came to me, i helped you. if you don't do this, you know the consequences.

you were always a pussy.

if you want peace, prepare for war.

everything's got a price.

i'm not telling you shit!

may i suggest a drink? bourbon perhaps?

an eye for an eye, you know how it goes.

second chances are the refuge for men who fail.

you may never return home.

you're going to die.

i'm sorry.

my apologies. i was dealing with an uninvited guest.

i look retired.

oh, and remember, you owe me.

that's unwise, i assure you.

we can keep this up as long as you'd like, but it only ends one way.

you arrogant asshole.

none of us can escape who we are.

you wanted me back, i'm back!

those who cling to death, live.

no one, not even you, can kill everyone.

is this a formal event or a social affair?

get the fuck out of my sight!

remember your daughter…

just checking up on an old friend.

we are cursed, you and i.

my allegiances run way beyond this building.

are you scared of the fucking boogeyman?

you want a war? or do you wanna just give me a gun?

what happened? we were professionals… civilized.

oh, shit. they took a finger.

how you do anything is how you do everything.

i'll leave you to it, then.

you look good.

i gotta say, i'm a pretty big fan.

[14mill]

CONTRACT UPDATED: 14 MILLION 40 MILLION. independent & highly selective portrayal of JOHN WICK of the john wick franchise. as written by ASH / 25+ / they them. murder & violence, as well as other triggering content, is present. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN RISK. this blog is NOT spoiler free.

[14mill]

you’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep this up. you know that, right? maybe, maybe not. he hasn't died thus far. john isn't naive enough to believe that's he's unkillable, but the odds aren't necessarily stacked against him, either. they didn't call him the baba yaga for nothing. but he smiles at his wife, who looks like she's partly concerned, and partly teasing him. to the tone of her voice, john returns the smallest of smiles, set at one corner of his mouth, man glancing at the woman with a bit of amusement in his eyes. ' coming from you? ' he says, stare moving down to her eyes, which are busy at work bandaging a stab wound at his bicep. ' it's not like he got close to my heart, ' no, the only one there is her. @ruskasuka.

[14mill]

i’ve done things i’m not proud of. i’ve hurt people and i’m going to hurt more. haven't they all? some worse than others. john knew that was true, because he was one of the bad ones. the boogeyman. the unfallen. the one who evaded death with a sidestep. even though they were both killers, him and seb, sebastian was clearly the better of the two. at least he still showed his kindness where it was needed, helped others wherever he could. john wondered if he had any humanity left inside of him, sometimes. even if he did, he wouldn't realize how to use it in situations of need. gazing at the other man, john has to think about what he's going to say. there are no words of comfort that could be given, but at least he could relate to what sebastian is saying. that, if nothing else, might help. and if not, he'd have given it his best try. ' that's how we survive. we hurt people. kill them, ' it's the only way, and it will always be the only way. true that john had gotten out, but that would never be a choice he had again. seb still might have a chance, but would he ever take it? ' i'm not telling you to be proud of it. but you have to accept it. we all do, at some point, ' @gunbash.

[14mill]

like this to plot. i'll try and come to you with some ideas!

[14mill]

i am so tired, but i'm gonna try and write Something on Any Blog, so stay tuned.