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@balieryna
john wick original character: 'darya', ruska roma ballerina with ties to the russian mob in new york city. plot driven, low activity. extremely private and highly selective. 21+ only, triggering themes will be present and tagged accordingly. also found at @f4llout
affiliated with: @vincentbisset ¹ carrd⁽ʷᶦᵖ⁾ ² pinterest
i quit my job 🥳
revamped my multi @f4llout
revamped my multi @f4llout
i know i posted the first one earlier separately but look it's vincent and his gf @balieryna 😮💨
THEY’RE SO HOT LOOK AT THEM ‼️‼️‼️
i place this plotting call into your hands
they made one of my fave books (wool by hugh howey) into a show i’m gonna yell
i need 2 write tonight please brain give me at least SOME coherent thoughts!!!!!
happy birthday yoda
i get some absolute freaks in my dms like you would not believe
today’s moodboard
THE BATMAN (2022) PROMPTS
ₓ ˚ . ୭ ˚ ○ ◦ ˚ as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs! ˚ ◦ ○ ˚ ୧ . ˚ ₓ
let’s get into some trouble.
how am i part of this?
who am i kidding, you’re already spoken for.
the killer left this for you.
it can be cruel, poetic or blind.
who are you hiding?
hey guys, thanks for all the comments and tips on detonators.
are you just hideously scarred?
i’m not so sure.
i’m just here to unmask the truth about this cesspool we call a city.
all you had was me.
mine or yours?
i’ve been trying to reach you.
you’re not my father.
why don’t you come with me?
if this continues, it won’t be long before you have nothing left.
i’m vengeance.
you could have at least pulled that punch.
we all have our scars.
no guns.
i have a thing about strays.
i’m well aware.
don’t throw your life away.
i thought i’d mastered all that.
maybe this is all coming to an end.
what is the price for your blind eye?
your family has a history of philanthropy, but as far as i can tell, you’re not doing anything.
yeah, that’s your thing.
oh you’re really not as smart as i thought you were.
you’re a part of this, too.
what’s black and blue and dead all over?
you have a lot of cats.
what the hell is this?
you came!
our scars can destroy us, even after the physical wounds have healed. if we survive them, they can transform us.
it has a nice ring.
the answer’s justice.
he moonlights as a cop.
why is he writing to you?
from your secret friend.
all it takes is fear and a little focused violence.
bastard murders you and your reputation.
don’t worry, honey.
you’ll see.
i don’t care what happens to me.
fear is a tool.
they can give us the power to endure, and the strength to fight.
all these years, you lied to me.
a new friend of yours?
i wouldn’t be bothering you here, but your people keep telling me you’re unavailable.
get into some trouble?
gotham needs you to answer for the sins of your father.
just me and you.
when that light hits the sky, it’s not just a call: it’s a warning—for them.
you know, you really could be doing more for this city.
people need hope.
get out of here or that suit’s gonna be full of blood.
the riddler is asking for you.
who are you under there?
i never thought i’d feel fear like that again.
i can take care of myself.
you needed a father.
i don’t think that rat likes you.
maybe we’re not so different.
if we don’t stand up to him, no one will.
oh you’re everything they say you are, aren’t you? we both are.
it’s only gonna get worse for you.
what have you done?
vengeance won’t change the past.
things will get worse before it gets better.
let’s play a game.
if you are justice, please do not lie.
i place this plotting call into your hands
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.
okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )
[ HAIR ]: sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)
[ CLOSE ]: while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.
[ CHIN ]: as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.
[ THUMB ]: while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.
[ WOUND ]: upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.
[ INHALE ]: while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.
[ DANCE ]: when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.
[ BARE ]: as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.
[ SCAR ]: noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.
[ FOREHEAD ]: placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.
[ PALM ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.
[ LINGER ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.
[ BEHIND ]: upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.
[ WAIT ]: realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.
[ ARM ]: after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.
[ HOLD ]: while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.
[ PLAY ]: while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.
[ GUIDE ]: in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back
[ TOUCH ]: while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.
[ CUP ]: bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.
[ TUG ]: the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.
[ HUSH ]: while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.
[ WRAP ]: when sitting astride a horse/motorcycle/etc. together, the sender reaches back, takes the receiver’s wrists, and gently pulls their arms around the sender’s waist in an embrace designed to keep the receiver safe, despite feeling remarkably intimate.
→ @vincentbisset “ just have fun out there. ”
their thread of text messages had been brief, candid and on target. the job must've been important, she thought, as there was no patience from his end. not that there ever was when it boiled down to his own benefit. the marquis must have really wanted this man in the ground.
the guard on duty was no good for anything other than offering his body as a glorified human shield, his name long since forgotten and not once cared for. his leaden footsteps soldiered back to his post once she had been escorted in. darya observed his exit from the far reaches of her eyes until he was no more than a smudge in her periphery.
what little light the room offered reflected off of the silver evening dress that had been slipped over painstakingly arranged waves — hand plucked from heated curlers just hours before their meeting, veils of gold spun delicately from the crown of her head preened to perfection. appearances were of the upmost importance, especially tonight. social gatherings of the elite, those who are held in too high a regard, these events were darya's favourite killing playground, and perhaps that was the reason why this venture had found itself in her pocket instead of someone else's. perhaps the spot the marquis held for her was softer than pretences led to believe. that didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things. what mattered was feeling the weight of those heavy coins in her hands, the cool brassiness of their touch against open palms, and the distorted reflection of their keeper as she looks down to admire them.
her figure hugs the doorframe, and heavy lids lined black with thick, fluttery lashes sink into a half-moon gaze. the only warmth to be felt around them crackled in it's bed in the imposing fireplace. she half expected to be met with that familiar choleric tongue, but the words he speaks instead change the script as it's being written in her head. a soft and inquisitive 'hm' spills from subtly parted lips, ringed finger tapping on the diamond encrusted clutch that is clasped lightly by her hand.
“ don't i always? ” a single brow arches delicately, slow strides taken as she speaks. the handbag is placed on the mahogany table as the distance between them is drastically smaller than it had been. now free from any objects, dainty fingers move to grasp the tie tucked beneath a crisp white collar, finger and thumb squeezing the knot and shifting upwards to tighten the bundle just enough, before they smooth down the length of the material, an inch still left between two digits. “ why not join me? it'll be like old times. ”
→ @prophetice “ did someone say yoga? ”
internal bruises from last night were beginning to catch up with her in the early hours of the morning, demanding her attention as she padded around the spacious floor of her new york city penthouse, lightfooted and bare-soled. a soft groan trembling past pressed lips as she stretches to reach a mug from the shelf. a mental note taken to leave at least one within arm's reach for the days where work was particularly challenging. limbering up had always been just as ritualistic as it had been essential, a necessary step of preparation before the curtains are drawn and her body exerts itself to enervation, pushing that burning exhaustion to the back and taking another hit of adrenaline drawn from the rush and exhiliration that came with severing a man's femoral artery. the job however was last minute, and was a painful reminder as to why she had blacklisted this particular employer in the first place. but when the hunger pangs, she has no choice but to satisfy that appetite of hers.
the chime of drivers being pushed up and setting the springs within her lock into place prick her ears, and automation drives her hand towards the knife block sat atop marble counter. but as the words travel inward, the familiar voice suffocates the fire licking at the nape of her neck. darya distinctly remembers the words borrow and emergency only being used in conversation regarding clarke having a key of her own, but weariness brushes the light annoyance off of her tongue.
“ rain check? ” expressions once practiced are now put into play, brows curling upwards to beg for sympathy as clarke comes into view through the doorframe. another mug is reached for, this time any noises of protest are forcefully muted. it joins her own besides the coffee machine, and it purrs to life as she thumbs the on button. “ i didn't sleep too well. ” didn't sleep much at all.
@balieryna. starter call.
❛ surely there's no reason we can't be civilized about this. ❜
“ why would i want to be? ” the words alone cause her mouth to pull into a smile that exposes teeth, her appearance on the outside may be read as lighthearted but those same teeth can bite, and hard.
“ what could i possibly stand to gain from being, as you put it, civilised? ” although her hands remain hidden behind her, fingers interlocked comfortably as they rest on the small of her back, the blade tucked comfortably into the harness on her thigh begs to see the light. for now it remains hidden beneath silk.
