BABA YAGA.

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what do you want from me ? / why don’t you run from me ? what are you wondering ? / what do you know ?

why aren’t you scared of me ? / why do you care for me ? when we all fall asleep / where do we go ?

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hey lads whats up. motivation has been very hard for me lately - and i’ve been on vacation!  and on vacation i felt the need to revive something that gives me a bit more inspiration... and pulled the trigger on making a blog i’ve wanted to make for over a year now.  so yah, you can find me over on wheaty’s blog. 

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listen i ALSO never write but listen. you are such a talented writer with such an exquisite grasp on any character you write. everything flows so smoothly and conveys exactly the voice one would expect from each, and you never twist them to act differently than they would because you have such a firm hold on what they would do in every situation and it's just! inspiring to see. fav blog on every blog 11/10 would write with again.

this made me weep a little... my whole day made - i do my best to portray characters as true as i can while adding a personal twist and i hope that works every time ;~;

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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

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they-call-me-nita :

Sunday Slowdown

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jonathan do you tr(eat) your girl right

          in his younger years , maybe he’d be quicker to answer - although just as red along the coverage of his cheeks as now.  a shrug , eyes cutting to the side in a swift glance , “ why wouldn’t i ? ”

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SO !  current active blogs to find me on :

this one here , of course. hotline miami’s jacket. watch_dogs’ defalt.

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due to personal reasons I will be cheating death

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What if you can romance Johnny Silverhand bye

i’m already taking notes on how to rock rockerboy’s world give him my love and appreciation

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that being said , chemistry as writers makes a world of difference.

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and on the other end of that explanation is what it took to get here !  the chemistry bandit & i have always connected to our muses is a direct mirror of our friendship and i think that’s beautiful.  you’ll seriously never find someone with such a grasp on how to write such characters like winter & penny who are , without a doubt , just remarkable.  so if you’re not following @icefelled yet and plotting with them , you’re missing out big time.  they’re just so in tune with everything , they’ve taught me so much on how to write and be a better person.

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          the thing about john wick and the once-was coldness of winter is that the story is about a man who thought love was lost after a tragedy but the universe aligned to allow a second chance.  he was given the gift of a redo , but his redo was redone in a way not even the man who sits above the table would’ve ever expected.  there was the expectation of everyone turning against mr. wick the minute the bounty remained instead of being taken down due to his end of the bargain not being met.  the assumption that the amount of time he put into ending up right back where he started was enough to crush his soul and send him into surrender ; but both of those theories were incorrect.

          a bond greater than the odds ; born and raised in the same skewed direction , the ruska roma taught them both their ways - their assets.  but they were always taught that love was a weakness ; something to distract a strong mind and lead them down a swift path to death . . . and there for a while john believed it to be true.  after the loss of helen , he’d gained the impression that the stories they were told as children to scare them and drive them away from feeling were true.  but then hades met persephone.

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ladyofroses‌:

i mean, you could try and court me traditionally but holding a knife to my throat while kissing works too

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                                      It’s a jungle out there.                                                       BUT YOU ARE AN ANIMAL. 

ind. original characters. penned by bandit. promo by @frtntez.

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touch - winter.

          maybe he has taught her something after all.  the silence of the two of them standing by the water , metal railing separating them from the cool and calm waves of the bay.  john has such fond and dark memories of this place ; everything that comes rushing in like a tsunami far from the coast making a steady approach to wreck everything in its path.  he’s grounded by the feeling - the warmness of a hand slipping into his , a finger not quite belonging to him filling the space where another room of emptiness resides.  gaze turns , cast downward to her face ; the lighthouse in that fog overtaking his mind.  all that’s released for a moment is bubbles , like his lungs are fighting for air that they soon find in the form of a quiet sigh.

          her grasp is soon returned by him , her hand pulled upward , pressed to his lips and held for the count of three before being lowered back to its previous position.  one last glance to the ocean & john shifts on his feet , turns to face her all the while attempting to drag his eyes from the water.  “ used to be a favorite spot , ” the rise and fall of shoulders in a halfhearted shrug , “ can’t really remember why. ”

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bandage - penny.

          thankful ; blessed , in all respects of the word , to have ever had the chance to meet a girl with such a calm composure.  a contagious smile , the most gentle hands to guide bandaging around his upper arm.  it was an unfortunate accident - a run-in with another along the streets of manhattan where muscle just happened to get clipped by a blade.  john was too in tune with survival to pay attention to what kind ; but no matter now , what’s done is done.

          barely any evidence of a flinch during the stitches , even less during the wrapping of a fresh wound and sensitive skin pulled from bone.  he gives her some semblance of privacy by keeping his eyes forward and giving her the stage to do the doctor work ; something he couldn’t have pulled off alone this time around.  and instead of rushing away when she’s finished dressing the fine cut along tricep , john merely turns his attention to her with a grateful nod , “ i owe you . . . again. ”