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"Yea, I'm thinking I'm        back." Indie Movie verse John Wick Semi-active Written by Hal Please read rules before interacting

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BLACK WIDOW RPERS :: All Black Widow roleplayers (especially the MCU lot) need to know that her real name is Natalia Romanova. Romanoff is the male form. Romanova is the female. This is simple, standard Russian name design. All female derivatives of ‘off’ end in ‘ova’. As for ‘Natalia’, Bucky himself has said (during a Captain America issue) ‘I’m the only one who has known her long enough to use her real name’. Natasha Romanoff is incorrect. Natalia Romanova is correct.

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Honestly, correct me if I’m wrong, but ‘ROMANOV’ is the male form. ‘ROMANOFF’ is merely the americanized / english form. It is correct that ‘ova’ is the standard ending for female names, but ‘ov’ (in this case, at least) would be the correct standard ending for male names, not ‘off’. Yes, ‘Natalia Romanova’ is her real, birth name, but she is legally known as ‘Natasha Romanoff’ —- which, by the way, is canon. Please, do some research before accusing all roleplayers of a character of making a ‘mistake’ that isn’t even factual.

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If you want to get even more deeper with Russian names, Natasha is still correct. Many Russian given names have a number of possibilities because of their diminutives. Diminutives are variations on a name that express a certain connotation, so the neutral variation for Natalia would be Natasha in the same way the name Jennifer could be shortened to Jen (just an example- not saying that’s a translation of Natalia). So, yea, not technically wrong. Going even further, Natasha shortens even more to variants such as (but not limited to) Natashka, Nata (more so in Ukraine though), or Natulka much like how we would take Jen and make the endearing variant Jenny. However, Russian goes even further with given names by as there are even variants with pejorative connotations. I’m not too sure on a pejorative for Natalia (because I’ve never known someone named that close enough), but if I’d have to guess- Natochka or Nalchik. Now my actual point: How many of you guys knew all that before I took the time to type that out? In my experience when I explain this to someone who isn’t of direct Russian decent or hasn’t studied the language in a school environment they say they have learned something. Especially the part about pejoratives. What I’m trying to say is that things like this aren’t widely known in western society, so you shouldn’t go bashing people for not being super knowledgeable when they are just having fun with a hobby…

Source: 2 full years of learning Russian at a University level

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// I’m so sorry for not being too active on this blog. It’s partially because of personal events, main rp blog is my priority, John muse not being social, and I totally forgot which email I used for this account. I’ll try to be on here at least once every week, but with school coming up it might be difficult, but I will try!

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A man like him was not particularly fond of being followed. Though he dressed and acted like a gentleman when he navigated the overworld, he had no qualms with killing men or women who shared his field of work and that same professional nonchalance extended to younger generations as well. One of the first things he noticed during his decent back into the criminal underworld was that the crowds at the Continental seemed younger. No doubt Charlie’s cleaning business had been up to their ears in scraping rookies off the back alley walls— if not they certainly would start tonight.

He waited after rounding a corner, patiently aiming his Heckler & Koch where he expected his stalker’s center of mass.

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The Filmmakers took into account Keanu Reeves’ Native Hawaiian ancestry for John Wick’s tattoo. “Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat” (Fortune Favors the Bold) is the motto used by 3rd Battalion 3rd Marines based in Marine Corps base Hawaii, Kaneohe Bay. Suggesting that John Wick was once a U.S. Marine in Hawaii.

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// I’ve basically got everything I needed to do finished. John’s not super busy yet which is awesome so I’m going tend to things on the other blog. Feel free to send asks and I’ll get to them upon my return!

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"ask me about my demons"

lilith: what was your biggest rebellion against authority? why did you do it? raum: do you have a tendency to hoard anything? if so, what? jezebel: talk about a time you used your sexuality to get your way mephistopheles: have you ever helped  a loved one destroy themselves? verrier: do you find yourself disobeying or obeying most authority? asmodeus: on whom do you want revenge and how would you take it? baal: if you were a god, how would you prefer to be worshipped? lamia: how do you feel about children? lucifer: what are you most proud of? sonneillon: do you hate anyone? batibat: talk about the worst nightmare you have ever had abaddon: what person, place, or thing have you most wanted to destroy? belias: do you gossip? abraxas: do you believe in any higher power? if so, what? ornias: talk about a time where you felt drained of energy lix tetrax: if you could travel by wind, where would you go? astaroth: have you ever falsely accused someone? carreau: do you consider yourself compassionate or harsh to others? why? leviathan: what do you believe lies in the unexplored areas of the ocean? belphigor: if you could pick 3 forms to shapeshift into, what would they be? azazel: talk about a time when you were falsely blamed for something mammon: when were you most greedy? for what? verrith: are you a patient or impatient person? pythius: out of all the lies you have ever told, which is your favorite? berith: do you often argue with others?

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Hamlet lets a low, appreciative whistle and pockets his hands to keep from touching ; truly, its siren song is difficult to resist.

“Such a pretty thing.” Call it a vapid remark, but it’s all he looks for in automobiles. How fast they go, and how pretty they look. “How did you come by it?”

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“Got it at an auction some years ago now.”

It was one of the first things he had bought for himself after he left the Marines and before he became associated with the criminal underworld. The mustang was what tethered him to normalcy and allowed him to be somewhat relateable to the neighbors he saw every so often.

“It was a wreak when I got it. It was a rusty frame, a few things under the hood, and a set of wheels. How about you; you drive?”

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“I once saw him kill three men… with a pencil.”

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The hospital had become a madhouse. There was something wrong, Erin could feel it in the air. This wasn’t a flu, or even rabies like some people had speculated. The outbreak was something more, something darker. They had become inundated with feverish patients, many suffering from injuries caused by other people that had become severely ill. Rumours were spreading about the outbreak worsening, rumours of the National Guard coming and some doctors were leaving in a panic. Her last patient had been viciously attacked in the waiting room, she had jumped in to help and the attacker had been shot by the hospital security. Erin was covered in blood by the time she pronounced both of them. Afterwards she had just needed to get some air and slipped away to a quiet alleyway beside the hospital. Erin was trying to decide what to do, trying to assess the clearly deteriorating situation when she looked up to see someone focused on her. “It’s okay.” It was then she became aware of how she looked. “I work at the hospital. But you should stay back.” She cautioned gently. 

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He nodded to her, muttering a small acknowledgement and relaxing slightly. To John it certainly didn’t seem like the hospital had everything under control like the doctors and nurses before her had said. This wasn’t okay- far from it in fact. Helen lay just beyond the door which he leaned against. He had kept a man (who looked as though he was nearly foaming from the mouth) from entering his wife’s room and possibly harming her due to whatever sickness he had; the fact that none of the hospital staff he called helped him deal with it was worrying. What could have caused all of this panic in such a short time? He had been in Helen’s hospital room the entire night and it almost seemed that when he opened his eyes from a quick rest the whole world had gone to shit. Even the view out of the windows raised more questions. Black smoke from eight different locations and a helicopter or two made Atlantic City look like a war zone.

“What exactly is going on here?” He asked as he watched the blood drip from her hair and onto her face. 

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From the very moment he stepped into The Continental’s bar John knew he had almost everyone’s attention. That was the thing about coming out of retirement. But here he notices fresh faces among the familiar ones and wonders if his reputation has been told to keep the young blood on their best behavior, like an old ghost story. He raises a brow at someone looking his way. Not very subtle, kid.

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// Sorry for the inactivity guys! I’m not feeling very well. I think I may have some sort of stomach bug or something. I will get to replies and starters soon. On that note, hello new friends. Feel free to slap me with a thread idea in my inbox.

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If you can look past all the extravagance the title of prince implies, Hamlet is of relatively simple tastes. He likes fashion and food, and especially enjoys cars – cars that go fast. He doesn’t know anything about this car outside of what he can plainly see, and though force of habit urges him to politely move on, he simply must comment on it.

It comes quietly, simply, after much thought. “She’s a dream.”

“Is it fast?”

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John didn’t have many loves left in this world; no family, no real friends- apart from the dog. Helen always appreciated when he tried to get along  socially in the world that she eased him back into, the normal world, the one without the grit and grime of the murders he refers to as stuff he’s sorting out. So what could be better than to talk about his pride and joy in an attempt at pleasant banter?

“1969 Mach 1 Mustang Fastback. Zero to sixty in about six and a half seconds.”

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 poeciile​ John stalks through the dimly lit hallway with screams echoing against the cold cement walls; behind him are feeling patrons and smoking holes in cooling bodies. Bodyguards for the men he hunts swarm him. Three men. Two armed. One heading for him with a right hook. His left arm blocks the punch, drawing the goon closer before John deals out his own strike to the man’s throat. He uses the man as a meat- shield and grabs his side-arm, a Heckler & Koch P30L, looking around his first victim’s body to aim four shots. When the two threats drop to the floor (each with a bullet in the head and heart), John twists under the man whose trachea he’s broken, uses his hips as a fulcrum, and throws the body down before placing a shot between his eyes.

Last door on the left: a struggle is heard through the wood. The bastard knows John’s out there. There is obviously a hostage.

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nottxbe replied to your post: #((if you squint John Wick is basically Up with...

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*grabs your face tenderly* *whispers* I’m a piece of shit

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#((if you squint John Wick is basically Up with more guns and dead Russians tbh)) sCREAMS AT U

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