the lioness

with a knife in her hand and a gleam in her eyes indie selective oc written by scout the lioness stalks her prey triggering and nsfw material present. read rules & about before interaction

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So my cousin’s husband is in a coma idk how active I’ll be for a few days. Sorry.

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‘ politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. ‘

Meme | Accepting | @vvarmonger

“There’s only one real lie.” Zonja said, in agreement. He was right, of course, but she didn’t hold much with flowery prose or metaphor. It was why she took his suggestion, and broke it down until she was left with the lowest common denominator. Her truth. “That life, all of this, means anything.” She finally lifted her head, and dark blue eyes filled with fire and ice and everything and nothing all at once stared at him. “The sooner everyone understands that the sooner they can stop being offended by things like politics.”

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( seb sprays zo & west ) HEATHENS

LEAVE THEM ALONE THEY’RE IN A VERY STRESSFUL SITUATION

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marksmanmoran:

     ❝  Top of the hanger, up there.  ❞   He points to the walk way on the side of the building before glancing back to her expectantly. He smiled at her response, about as much of a thank you she was going to get. The whole thing was suspicious and maybe later, he’ll hunt down the employer to do more than just ask about why he hired another person for the job and not tell him.      For now, his leg needed to be seen to even if he could just limp back to his flat on Conduit Street and tend to the wound himself. But he wants to see where she’s going to lead him. 

She let out another, long, sigh, and nodded, following his indication and eyeing the walkway, sourly. It was a good position, she should have noticed it. She left him without another word, and when she returned with his rifle, she was reluctant to hand it over. “Can you stand?” She asked, eyes flicking to the wound she’d inflicted on his leg.  There was still something bothering her, and while she was open to claiming a temporary ally, there was a plan forming in the back of her mind. There were answers that she needed. “It isn’t far but I won’t be able to carry you.”

[oopsprompts]

“You tried to kill me!”

“Don’t insult me. If I’d tried to kill you, you’d be dead.”

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wemketherules:

     “ Good. ” He let out. “ Keep it interesting. ” He would be extremely disappointed if he was going to be killed off so easily. But he was also glad she wasn’t here to kill him off too. A small noise left him as he let the cigarette hang from his lips, the bottle of whiskey being poured into his glass, refilling the some he already drank. “ I’m listening, darling. ” Scottie let out, his gaze turning to the woman. “ Unless you’d like to talk privately about it. We can go to my office. ”

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Whiskey flowed once more into his glass, and Zonja watched him carefully. When he met her gaze, slow as it was, a smirk rose to her lips. “It’s your choice,” She said, feigning a passive shrug, as if she didn’t know exactly what she wanted him to do. “But if I were you I’d be glad of the privacy. Besides... I don’t know how much I like watching other people watch me talking.” Above dark blue eyes one eyebrow arched, and her head tilted. “But. Like I said... Up to you.” 

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aussiedoc:

     By now, Alan was well acquainted with her file. Significant trauma, extensive gang history, emotional breakdown–for a “problem” agent her story wasn’t terribly atypical. However, the list of problems agents was few and far between–and for good reason. But she’d been recruited, from what he could tell (what wasn’t blocked out to him; some was above his clearance level) by extraordinary means and so it wasn’t strange that her case was an extraordinary one in and of itself.

     He knew the clean, clinical setting his office provided didn’t ease much of the tension. Though Alan would have preferred a calmer palette, the stark white and subtle greys left the room feeling cold, bleak. But like most things in his career he had little control over it.

     ‘My file begs to differ,’ was his response to the young woman, his tone easy, almost casual. If there was any scrutiny in him, it didn’t show in his face. ‘But you’re certainly not the first person to think this all a bunch of pointless guff. It might surprise you, Zonia, but I’m not here to pick you apart like some mad scientist dissecting a corpse; I’m just here to talk. About you, about life, about what you had for breakfast–whatever it takes. We’re only talking.’

A sound escapes her. It hung somewhere between a huff and a scoff, and her eyes rolled, hands coming up as she crossed her arms over her chest, gaze once more drifting from him to fix itself on the corner behind him. She knew what the file said, whether the terminology had shifted in favour of the medical or not. She knew what they all thought about her. She didn’t want to talk about her file

Zonja was struggling to accept this. An ultimatum hung over her head; unspoken, but present, and heavy with the consequences no one was talking about. She was useful as long as she could follow orders. The good doctor might not see the problem with that, he might be too glad to mark her as insane, and cross her off his list. But as long as that was an option, Zonja wouldn’t be safe. From their mutual employers... or from herself. Which was why she was so scared. Fear, though, was not an emotion she embraced with ease.

Even locked in that tiny room for weeks - on the wrong side, enduring what they threw at her, the cold and the dark and the constant, agonising assaults. Pain was familiar, but that didn’t mean she was immune. The bearings and the questions. Cold water thrown over her when she fell asleep - or passed out - it had been endless. But she hadn’t let herself get scared. What did that mean? She almost asked him.

She didn’t answer him, didnt acknowledge him beyond her initial snort of contempt. Not for a while. And then, nearly a full minute later, she threw herself back into the chair, and fixed her attention on him. He might think that they were only talking, but she knew that this was bad for her, couldn’t rid herself of that paranoia. “I’m sure what you do is very valuable.” She said, only sounding slightly sarcastic, “But I don’t have anything to say about myself that isn’t in that file, I think life in general just fucks with people and I didn't eat breakfast. So. What does that mean?”

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[octoberinspo]

[andhungry]

PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS.

‘  when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there.  ‘

‘  tens of thousands of lives were lost.  ‘

‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘

‘  to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.  ‘

‘  we got really good at it. winning.  ‘

‘  hey, kid. don’t get cocky.  ‘

‘  please, after you. age before beauty.  ‘

‘  you know what i’m thinking.  ‘

‘  worry about yourself, kiddo!  ‘

‘  ___, listen to me!  ‘

‘  suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are.  ‘

‘  bad news: three guys died yesterday.  ‘

‘  well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do?  ‘

‘  took me a while to find you.  ‘

‘  i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done.  ‘

‘  haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end.  ‘

‘  so where would you rather die? here, or ____?  ‘

‘  oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor.  ‘

‘  he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it.  ‘

‘  shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them.  ‘

‘  things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance.  ‘

‘  i didn’t know it was this bad.  ‘

‘  sorry about your brother.  ‘

‘  you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet.  ‘

‘  numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god.  ‘

‘  politics and poetry, promises, these are lies.  ‘

‘  and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy.  ‘

‘  fortune favors the brave, dude.  ‘

‘  they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself.  ‘

‘  she’s one of a kind now.  ‘

‘  i think you’re unpredictable.  ‘

‘  you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission.  ‘

‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘

‘  one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences.  ‘

‘  you promised me.  ‘

‘  vengeance is like an open wound.  ‘

‘  to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit.  ‘

‘  i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.  ‘

‘  it’s a dialogue, not a fight.  ‘

‘  better watch it.  ‘

‘  i’m not crazy. you felt it, right?  ‘

‘  this is worth fighting for.  ‘

‘  if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of.  ‘

‘  are you gonna say anything?  ‘

‘  you look good.  ‘

‘  like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion.  ‘

‘  i’m okay. just let me control it.  ‘

‘  you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed.  ‘

‘  why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at.  ‘

‘  so, what, you’re grounding us?  ‘

‘  one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again.  ‘

‘  now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story.  ‘

‘  you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  ‘

‘  well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you.  ‘

‘  jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die.  ‘

‘  let me in, i’m a doctor!  ‘

‘  we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.  ‘

‘  as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve.  ‘

‘  how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me?  ‘

‘  i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay?  ‘

‘  we’re gonna own this bad boy!  ‘

‘  by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure!  ‘

‘  today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.  ‘

‘  today we are canceling the apocalypse!  ‘

‘  as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one.  ‘

‘  i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud.  ‘

‘  well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this.  ‘

‘  all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall.  ‘

‘  i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing.  ‘

‘  no. don’t go. please.  ‘

‘  you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe.  ‘

‘  where is my goddamn shoe?  ‘

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Work Friend: Whats up? you look stressed

Me internally: I still can’t decide if I like Spotlight (Oh Nostalgia) from Truant Wave or Spotlight (New Regrets) from Soul Punk more and it’s been 7 years why did Patrick Stump do this to me?

Me: Oh nothing just thinking lol

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me: watches sas who dares wins me: what if...........................................  me: 

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marksmanmoran:

dieleeuin:

On a similar note who remembers when 2 of my best friends met for the first time and @marksmanmoran helped the other one break into a graveyard cos I do

WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME OUT LIKE THIS ???

#she had to pee #there was a reason behind it okay

i c o n i c 

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On a similar note who remembers when 2 of my best friends met for the first time and @marksmanmoran helped the other one break into a graveyard cos I do

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Bois I have another double shift tomorrow and I might actually die (today the coffee machine was off from 4pm and I got relieved by the night guy late THANKS GODFREY) and then I’m late shift again Sunday (THANKS SARAH) then on Monday I’m swinging out of town to see the love of my life and soul (BLESS PIP) who I haven’t seen since ????? Like November ????? And we used to hang every day SO THATS A LOT so things are going to be a bit slow for the next few days. BUT I’m working on being more active on here and @vallentiino so send me memes, tag me in starters, throw plot ideas at me, I’ll be around for a bit tomorrow when I bunk off and sit in the back for like an hour pretending I’m busy and I’ll be back online as normal on Tuesday I PROMISE