it's time to go home . . .

i go out on my own .

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LASTGUARD           i always liked you marcus, the last of the old guard. but unlike the others, you go out on my terms.    no my good sir, i go out on my own. 

ind, selective  𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 , of john w.ick ( 2014 ) , canon compliant + headcanon expanded , exploring themes such as : found family , light in darkness , loyalty and cruelty , martyrdom & sacrifice but not in the name of good.  contracted by jayne bird  ( 22 , she/they , cst ) please note : firearms / mild violence are untagged .

                               𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍  /  𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛  /  𝚊𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐

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winston is here now ! marcus will get a sideblog or a reboot in the next few days 👀

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me about to reboot this blog —

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might reboot this blog and my winston sideblog but give em the old switcheroo to make winston the main…. having thoughts ….

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me about to reboot this blog —

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some headcanons. ( shh i don’t have my glasses on )

marcus is very picky about what contracts and marks he picks up. he ( quite vainly ) considers himself to be one of the best, and will only lower his standards for someone he knows personally.

he hasn’t considered retirement, he figures the business will kill him before he gets tired of it.

there is a very small circle of people marcus would consider himself close to. whether they actually know him well or not isn’t the point, but rather he knows them. these are who he considers family.

marcus is an excellent marksman. he prefers firearms to any other weaponry, but it well trained in a variety of fighting styles / with a variety of weapons. he simply prefers to keep a distance unless necessary.

while he is not a fan of keeping weaponry out in the open, he sleeps with a knife under his pillow. it is a necessity precaution and he has done it for decades. ( he has had to use it once or twice. )

he is a very good cook, he much prefers to cook at home than to eat our, though depending on the day / the job sometimes he just doesn’t have the time.

when marcus is home, marcus is a stickler for routine, he wakes up at the same time everyday but sunday ( sunday being his day of rest. when his routine is more lax ) he makes coffee and then breakfast, then a walk ( on sundays he feeds the ducks. ) and so on. it isn’t particularly detailed or time oriented but far more about the order in which he does things.

he is not fond of being called marc.

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maybe i’ll redo my icons :/

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Marcus + Bathrobe

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i can have a winston sideblog . . . as a treat . 

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‘  * 𝐕 𝐙𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐙  !  (  librarywent​ . ) 

     “Oh, I don’t bite,” Unless, of course, when I do. Victor smirked in response, taking in each and every detail of this known stranger ― of course he had heard of elite assassin of the neighboring metropolis; and when he caught word of his presence in Gotham, well, Victor just had to see the guy for himself.  

                    “ that so ? ”    he is not seeking confirmation, rather judging, prodding at statement to see truth. gaze flickers over victor in turn, studying, observing with enough caution to keep distance.   “ not sure i believe that. ”    he offers, adjusting hold on rifle’s case, the pistol tucked in the back of his pants is close enough to consider in reach but he’d rather not have to get blood on rather prized possessions.    “ but i’ll take your word for it. ”    an olive branch. 

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* JOHN WICK FRANCHISE PROMPTS ,

i'll kill them, i'll kill them all.

where the fuck are you?

i lost everything.

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

consider this a professional courtesy.

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

i apologize for calling you at this hour.

nothing's ever just a conversation with you.

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

i know what you're thinking.

do i look civilized to you?

they know you're coming.

you may never return home.

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

are you scared of the fucking boogeyman?

you don't want me owing you.

are you sure a protracted war is the best way forward?

you look terrible.

this haven is safe no more.

you look as bad as i feel.

they sure as fuck broke the mold with you.

why do you want to live?

let us not resort to our baser instincts and handle this like civilized men to move on.

i need something robust, precise.

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

do you really wanna die here?

i'll have to get back to you.

everything's got a price.

i heard about your wife, and i'm sorry.

how do you feel? 'cause i am really pissed off.

a man can stay here a long time and never eat the same meal twice.

it's okay, let's go home.

this kingdom is mine and mine alone.

are you here on business?

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

i say the odds are about even.

why don't you take the night off?

i was just sorting some stuff out.

have you thought this through?

my god! how long has it been?

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

after this, we are less than even.

i'm not that guy anymore.

i'm retired.

i can't help you, i'm sorry.

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

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

that was a pretty good fight, huh?

you want a war?

i once saw him kill three men in a bar with a pencil, with a fucking pencil.

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

to what do we owe the pleasure?

a gift from the boogeyman, perfect for every occasion.

seven million dollars is a lot of money.

i try to dissuade them from these childish notions, but as you know, art is pain: life is suffering.

i'm not telling you shit!

if you want peace, prepare for war.

everything all right?

well, i wouldn't recommend that you eat one.

do you need anything for the pain?

what are you really doing here?

people don't change, you know that; times, they do.

i heard you struck my son.

are we negotiating?

he was the one you sent to kill the fucking boogeyman.

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

are services still off limit to me?

you had your chance.

i thought i'd let myself in.

you have nothing, vengeance is all you have left.

i can make this right.

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

my apologies. i was dealing with an uninvited guest.

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

do you expect him to make it out?

we're not going in like the old days, just a conversation.

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

if you're looking to heal, then keep it marginal.

can't say i blame him, i would've done the same thing if i was in his shoes.

that's unwise, i assure you.

in that moment, i received some semblance of hope.

don't worry about me, i just gotta catch my breath.

you still need something, someone to love, so start with this.

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.

you, uh, working again?

sometimes you gotta cut a motherfucker.

fuck management.

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

so what sort of movement am i looking at?

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

you're not very good at retiring.

oh, and remember, you owe me.

you stabbed the devil in the back and forced him back into the life that he had just left.

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

you've broken the rules.

could you recommend anything for the end of the night?

i am all seeing, and i am all knowing.

treat all your ladies like this?

under the table is where shit gets done.

the bodies he buried that day laid the foundation of what we are now.

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                     a shot rings out in the night, not uncommon for hell’s kitchen, blood hits the pavement a moment  before body does, and marcus is careful to shift, to remain unseen. he does not intend for this to become more of a hassle than it has been, and there is a certain amount of satisfaction from a clean job. but it seems the universe has other plans.    “ you look like a fighter. ”    statement is . . . oddly neutral, said all too casually, he’s already packed up, rifle is carefully concealed in case at his side, he taps his index finger against the handle idly, gaze flickering over the other.    “ luckily, i’m not in the mood. ”    who that is lucky for, marcus doesn’t specify.

@castletm​︱ 💛 !

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i just think about marcus being a scout sniper prior to becoming an assassin . . . 

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he can be a bit of a romantic . . . as a treat .

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i don’t have ships here but i don’t care, marcus doesnt get into valentines for himself, however he will plan a whole day for his partner, whether it is a date with him ( he will cook. ) or a day for his partner to have for himself, he has everything scheduled in advance and makes sure his partner knows so they don’t make plans.

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‘  *  𝐓 . 𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 !   ( huntrcsss​ . ) 

     “Well, you did say i should try some sparring, & well - sparring isn’t very good if it doesn’t have the same risk as a real fight.”

Knife is held in her hand with a light grip, stance balanced as she’d wait for him to make the first move. The fact he even seemed to agree to this surprised her a bit; although, who better for a cub to learn from than the big bad lion himself?

                        any harm that comes to her is by her own hand.   it had been his warning both to her and her parents when he agreed to help in her training. he doesn’t usually pick up students this young, they tend to be impulsive, prideful. marcus chuckles, eyes flickering over the blade; there is no hesitation in his features, even if he keeps his stance casual. he takes a step forward, testing. this changes very little, even if one wrong move cost a phone call and a coin.

                        “ think that might be a little out of your league, kiddo. ”    a warning, and an attempt to provoke reaction. 

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                     irritation is well masked, he does not often take open contracts, especially not those made this far from home. ( his familiarity with the underworld is international, but there are stronger connections there than here. )  but there are prices that catch his attention, marks even more so. that’s what draws him out of new york.    “ well, i hope you play well with others. ”

@librarywent​ ︱ 💛 !

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          like this i’ll send you some memes .