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/ turn around & bite the hand that feeds
“ hello! I’m Art and this is an indie blog for Eve Macarro, the protagonist of Ballerina, a former ballet dancer turned assassin.
underestimate her, and it will be your last dance. trained by the Ruska Roma, Eve Macarro seeks vengeance. with an elite symphony of guns, grenades, and flamethrowers, she executes a bullet ballet with relentless precision and grace.
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Keywords Test
tagged by stolen from: @ayakoito
tagging: thieves!
*whispers* sorry, otp Ethan and Eve too
From X
Send me a ship and I’ll tell you…
Which one sexts like a straight white boy? Neither. They're both smooth.
Which one cried during a fucking Disney movie? Eve may have teared up a time or two.
Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave? Ethan. Just to be an asshole.
Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing? Ethan has at time when surprising Eve.
Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner? Eve
Who had that embarrassing Reality TV marathon? Eve. And Ethan hates having to pretend to enjoy watching them with her.
Who laughs more during sex? Neither
WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON? Eve
ANA DE ARMAS as EVE MACARRO BALLERINA (2025) dir. Len Wiseman
As Mason met her witty retort with an amused half-grin, their eyes met for a moment and Eve could sense a spark of mischief in them. The young dhampir leaned his head forward against his hand, already starting to chuckle before he could get his words out.
“You wanna know something? I was secretly hoping something popped off. I hate those kind of the guys, the ones who look like they’ve never been punched in the face before.”
"The night is young and they never learn shit unless it's the hard way. Are you hoping for trouble?" Would it be bad or unprofessional if she admitted she shared the same hope? She didn't say it aloud, but her face definitely did. In such situations, she wasn't good at containing emotions. "Yeah, I know a few... I hope they all remember my face because I'm the last thing they saw before they curled up in pain."
Each movement he made at this point was languid, calculated. She did as she was told, disappearing into a dim corner — as expected. Zach kept mum despite her words ringing through the hallway. He quelled the urge to scoff. Panic seemed to have enveloped her vocal chords and Zach took his time to move forward, like a predator silently stalking its inevitable prey. He raised his gun again once he saw a flicker of her hair, triggering a shot from him but it missed. A low rumble of disappointment reverberated from his chest. He rarely missed once his target was locked.
"I have to give it to you," Zach finally spoke, his heels clicking slowly against the concrete floor. "You're agile." Another shot rebound against the walls. Missed. Again. He clicked his tongue, evidently annoyed at his own incapability. His grip tightened on the gun. "You can go about blaming others wanting a war, Eve." His voice was quiet, still despite its dark timbre tone. Another shot. This time it grazed her jacket. Missed yet again. Zach felt rage simmering under his skin. "But ultimately..." He paused, turning on his heel and ultimately cornering her into a dead end. A sigh escaped him. And Zach kept his gun back in the holster deliberately. "You started it."
Zach blinked at her and held up his hands as if to surrender. "We can keep running the wheel of blame or we can break it." His cold blue gaze were trained on her. "I think I can help you with that."
It was a very feminine urge to let the rage take over and just burst out of herself, be irrational and illogical, show how she had had enough of this. Her cup had been overflowing with dangerous situations and life-or-death matters for so long that yet another one was frustrating like a mosquito sound permanently stuck behind her ear, even though it was, to say the least, far more serious than an inconvenience.
Of course, her instincts told her to run, pull out her gun, and shoot whenever the right moment came. She could survive if she focused, she knew that, but inside... Inside, she was boiling with rage, praying for a pause to scream internally because, apparently, an adrenaline-packed gun fight was not enough for therapy for Eve Macarro.
A few bullets Zach sent her way missed her, but so did hers whenever she tried to reciprocate. It was a dance she was used to, yet she was lacking something her opponent had — experience. One silly mistake and Eve was cornered like the prey the bounty had turned her into. Before she had a chance to think about how to get out of the situation, figuratively and literally, Zach lowered his gun instead of killing her on the spot. She couldn't understand why he changed his mind, or maybe he wasn't planning on shooting her at all, but she knew better than to ask him such stupid questions. If that was a test, she wanted to pass it.
"Si vis pacem, para bellum," she breathed out in her defense. Even if her actions were to blame, she wouldn't have changed a thing. With a puzzled look and still breathing heavy, she lowered her gun too and slid it back into he holster. "Help me? How? Why?"
He huffed in agreement. "No one," he concurred as he took the joint back. But he was slowly finding out that he could count on Eve to be there. She had no need to use the Harrison family name in her climb to fame and had yet to try and drain his trust fund. She was definitely....different than his other women. Ethan wasn't exactly sure how to handle her just yet.
"Some asshole agent screwed over one of our talent and she was in full diva mode over the fuck up," he told her of the conversation she referenced. "I was the lucky one who got to handle damage control. Personally asked for by the client as if that fucking matters to me," he went on through his next hit. "But this is helping," he continued, handing it back her way.
"How long do you think rehearsal will take? I'd like some time with you before the show. You know, since you aren't exactly fond of me coming to watch," gently teased, although he was a bit put out at having been told to stay away for this show. "One of these times I actually do want to see you dance," he told her definitively, relaxing back into his chair, his eyes watching her with a glint of lust and curiosity.
Eve grimaced and made a silent "ouch" comment, squinting her eyes in sympathy as Ethan started explaining what problem he had to solve, but she knew right away that he could easily handle the situation. It was more of an inconvenience rather than a serious issue. A smile appeared on her lips when he shared the detail that made a huge difference for that woman, yet didn't faze him. Eve could imagine his face when he had heard that she asked for him personally; she knew how it differed from his usual expression. There was something that kept her in his orbit, no matter how little room there was for other people in her life, and she couldn't quite name it, but saw it in his eyes right now, taking one more hit before the joint was back between her fingers.
"You never know with the Director; it depends on how we do, but even more so on her mood." She rolled her eyes playfully to show that she didn't really mind that. The nice buzz was already there; in the tips of her fingers, in her veins, running through her whole body like a swarm of cicadas, but it was his words that caused a slight change in the mood.
"I had no idea you were into ballet." With that, Eve bowed in the most graceful rèvèrence she could. A few gliding steps were enough to move closer to him, and she smirked, taking another hit. Now she was fully focused on Ethan, on how he looked at her and how good his gaze felt on her, almost as if he wrapped himself around her like a snake. "Everything in the right time, when I get a bigger role, like a lead."
You broke my fucking jaw
You’re still using it.
//I'm working on Eve's replies and should queue them all tomorrow. I know it's been ages and I'm so sorry, but I promise they're coming 💜
hi! I have a question, how do I write the movements of a ballerina? I'm writing a novel and now I'm at the part where my protagonist is dancing ballet for an audience in the theater. Could you help me with how to write her movements? I'm in doubt about how to write this
Some Ballet Vocabulary
Adagio: “Slow tempo.” In ballet, a tempo in which the dancer moves slowly and gracefully.
Allegro: “Brisk tempo.” In ballet, a tempo in which the dancer moves briskly and excitedly.
Allongé: “Elongated.” An adjective used to describe poses that are stretched and elongated, like an arabesque.
Arabesque: A pose in which the dancer stands on one leg—either straight or demi-plié, and either flat-footed or en pointe—while extending the other leg straight behind at a right angle. The shoulders are square with the arms held to create a long line from fingertips to toes.
Arriére: "Backwards." A move that indicates backwards movement or motion.
Ballón: “To bounce.” A light jump. Used to indicate the delicacy of the movement or jump.
Chaseé: To slide.
Elevé: A rise upward onto the toes.
En l’air: "In the air." Indicates a movement or leg position that is held in the air.
Fondu: To melt (a melting action).
Frappé: To strike (like lighting a match on the floor).
Glissade: To glide.
Jeté: To throw.
Pas de deux: A “dance for two,” or duet, in classical ballet.
Petit saut: A small jump.
Pirouette: A complete turn of the body on one foot, either turning inward or outward, with the body centered over the supporting leg, the arms propelling the turn but remaining stationary during the turn, and the eyes “spotting” a fixed point while the head quickly turns.
Promenade: A slow pivot of the body while standing on one leg.
Rèvèrence: “Bow”. Traditional port-de-bras and port-de-corps showing respect and gratitude to the ballet master or audience.
Tournant: “Turn.” A term paired with a movement to indicate a body turn.
Variation: A solo in classical ballet.
Although ballet actually began in Italy, it was formalized in France in the 17th century. Ballet terminology has remained largely in the French language. Ballet dancers across the world learn and can communicate with this universal ballet vocabulary.
Sources: 1 2 3 4 ⚜ More: Word Lists ⚜ Dance
Hope this helps with your writing! If I wasn't able to include the right words you need, you can go through the sources. Still, remember your readers when describing the scene — perhaps some of them might not be familiar with these terminologies.
//yes, I'm a bit quiet on here, but I'll come back soon 💜
&. 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐚 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( dialogue prompts taken from furiosa: a mad max story (2024), directed by george miller. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
❛ as the world falls around us, how must we brave its cruelties? ❜
❛ we should go back now. ❜
❛ i'll come with you. ❜
❛ the stars be with you. ❜
❛ who's coming for us? ❜
❛ who do we have here? ❜
❛ what do they call you? ❜
❛ now, you have had a hard day, haven't you? you must be exhausted. ❜
❛ there's only one thing i need you to do and that is rest. ❜
❛ you don't have to say a word, i promise. ❜
❛ tomorrow, i'll take you home. ❜
❛ keep an eye on her, keep her safe. ❜
❛ you're bleeding. ❜
❛ i'm not gonna leave you. ❜
❛ whatever you have to do, however long it takes, promise me you’ll find your way home. ❜
❛ no, no, no. don’t look away. we mustn’t look away. ❜
❛ why would you run from me? ❜
❛ you’re gonna have to show me who you are. ❜
❛ you don’t have to watch if you don’t want to. ❜
❛ you may wanna close your eyes. ❜
❛ you will rule with me in the splendor of a new wasteland. ❜
❛ i’m afraid for you, sweetheart. really afraid. ❜
❛ witness me! ❜
❛ you’re all fools for coming here. ❜
❛ when things go bonkers, you have to adapt. ❜
❛ she looks nothing like you. ❜
❛ she has her mother’s perfections, and none of my deficiencies. ❜
❛ she’s perfect. not like the genetic absurdities you have for sons. ❜
❛ would you like to stay here in the citadel? ❜
❛ if i let you stay and you grow to become a strong, healthy woman, you could become one of our wives. ❜
❛ no! she’s not for sale, she’s mine. ❜
❛ you behave, i’ll behave. ❜
❛ where have i seen you before? ❜
❛ we're going to build ourselves a war rig. ❜
❛ he done the most runs on the fury road. and brung back the booty every time. ❜
❛ eyes left. they’re flanking us. ❜
❛ you’re going to pull over and get out. ❜
❛ where did you think you were going? ❜
❛ there is nowhere else. this is the wasteland. wherever you thought you were going does not exist. ❜
❛ i lost my convoy. i lost my crew. i’m gonna have to start again. and i’m driving off thinking i ought to start with you. ❜
❛ you may be raw, but you have about you a purposeful savagery. ❜
❛ you give me time, i’ll teach you everything you need to know about road war. ❜
❛ if you survive everything we take on together, you’ll have all the skills you need to get wherever you wanna go. ❜
❛ keep it. you’ll need it. ❜
❛ for you. for your travels. you’re done here. you’re free to go. ❜
❛ food, water, wheels, whatever you need. i'll help you put it together. give me a couple of days. ❜
❛ i want what you want. a full belly... and a fistful of bullets for a tank of gas. ❜
❛ we’re not leaving without our tankers full of gas. ❜
❛ you wanna get out of here, follow me. ❜
❛ let’s kill him. right now. ❜
❛ this place at the end of your map of secrets... where is it? ❜
❛ i wanna help you find this place. wherever it may be. ❜
❛ come with me. ❜
❛ there is no hope! not for them, not for you! certainly not for me! ❜
❛ it’s the price we all pay to survive in the wasteland. we cannot be soft! ❜
❛ stay! you’ll find peace here. ❜
❛ if you find him, he’s mine. ❜
❛ gentlemans, it’s time. time to do war. ❜
❛ here, no time for long goodbyes. we’ve done some mighty things together. goodbye. ❜
❛ you’ve found me. ❜
❛ you could have necked me in the night, but you didn’t. ❜
❛ i have nothing. i am nothing. ❜
❛ remember me? ❜
❛ you crawled out of a pitiless grave, deeper than hell. and only one thing’s gonna do that for you. and not hope. hate. ❜
❛ no shame in hate. it's one of the great forces of nature. ❜
❛ so... this is the day i die. i’ve always wondered how. ❜
❛ my childhood. my mother. i want them back. ❜
❛ i'm right there, i’m right there with you. i too craved nothing but revenge. ❜
❛ if the shooter goes around the back, the shootee won’t know the precise moment of the execution. ❜
❛ what you want, dear, are my cries of anguish. anguish without end. and if i could give you that, i would. ❜
❛ if you can’t do me quick, you’ll have to do me slow. ❜
❛ i’ve been waiting for someone like you, someone worthy of me. ❜
❛ no honor, no rule of law to sort things out. just two evil bastards out here in the wasteland. ❜
❛ you do this, you do this right, you become me. ❜
❛ i am nothing like you. ❜
❛ you are me. already dead. ❜
❛ to feel alive, we seek sensation. any sensation to wash away the cranky black sorrow. ❜
❛ the question is... do you have it in you to make it epic? ❜
Smol, angry, violent chaos gremlin
Eve, at a Continental: *sees a guy looking at her* Eve: *slams drink down* YOU GOT A PROBLEM, BITCH? Continental Concierge: Neutral grounds, Miss Macarro. Eve: *grumbling* He was staring at me funny.
//Hey! My Pen name is Tobias, and I love your blog, btw, and wanted to know if it'd be alright to RP? I do have ideas too. In case you are interested
//hi Tobias, Art here! thank you very much, so nice to hear that. feel free to reply to an open or send in a meme or tag me in something, sure! I'm 99% offline until Thursday but if you wanna discuss or plot anything IM me.
