the story is just beginning

ind. leon s. kennedy sideblog.

[drunkfed]

this blog is becoming inactive. if you’d like to continue writing with me on discord, or on my other blogs, please head on over to @dorkyempress​.

[rpmemes-galore]

Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice {Sentence Starters}

“Consider this mercy.“

“Drop it. I said, drop it!”

“You’re going to go to war?”

“You think I’ll fight him for you?“

“Did the nightmares ever stop?“

“My world doesn’t exist anymore.“

“Tell me, do you bleed? —-  You will.”

“It keeps me awake at night. It should.“

“We’ve seen what promises are worth.“

“You don’t understand, there’s no time!“

“We can do better. We will. We have to.“

“Don’t believe everything you hear, son.“

“You know you can’t win this. It’s suicide.“

“This thing is from another world. My world.“

“Is it stealing if you steal from another thief?“

“This may be the only thing I do that matters.“

“I’ve killed monsters from other worlds before.“

“You don’t owe this world a thing. You never did.“

“Stay down! If I wanted it, you’d be dead already!“

“We’ve always been criminals. Nothing’s changed.“

“There wouldn’t be a damn thing we can do to stop it.“

“Oh, I don’t think you’ve ever known a woman like me.“

“This is about the future of the world. This is my legacy.“

“You don’t know me, but I’ve known a few women like you.“

“Whatever you do, wherever you go, I will be watching you.“

“How many good guys are left? How many stayed that way?“

“They taught me the world only makes sense if you force it to.“

“You were right about him! You’ve always been right about him!”

“Even you’ve got too old to die young, though not for lack of trying.“

“Devils don’t come from hell beneath us. No, they come from the sky.“

“The fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness that turns good men… cruel.“

“My parents taught me a different lesson, dying in the gutter for no reason at all…“

“The other night you took something that doesn’t belong to you. Stealing’s not polite.“

“I bet your parents taught you that you mean something, that you’re here for a reason.“

“Be their angel, be their monument, be anything they need you to be… or be none of it.“

[grincarved]

leslce:

if ur my friend / writing partner you will notice

i’m shit at holding a conversation I’m like the hot potato convo dropper

some weeks I’m practically a ghost like ~oooo woop~ where am I 

responding to threads in a timely manner ??? don’t know her

[thingsforrp]

more first interaction starters

“Shit! Sorry!” 

“Is this yours?”

“Hey beautiful”

“Watch where you’re going!”

“Hey, I think you dropped this”

“Hey! You’re (wrong name) right?”

“You’re (muse’s name) aren’t you?” 

“Whoa! Hey! where you running to?”

“I think I’ve seen you around before”

“I don’t suppose you know how to get out of here”

“Don’t freak out. Just pretend to be my date, please”

“Please tell me your name begins with J. It’s for a bet”

“Sorry but I have to ask: why are you carrying a banana around?”

[georgianmedhead]

alrightie. just wanted to notify everyone that i’ll be going to a memorial in another state for a great uncle i didn’t care about— [ but i have to play the good family member (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿) ], so i will be WITHOUT my laptop in the interim, meaning: i’ll be shitposting on my main and sideblogs, but i won’t be able to write with ya’ll unless it’s on a third-party platform like discord. [ dorkymagician#7626 ] we can set up a server and the like to just throw replies at each other when i’m and le person is able.

have a great time, and i’ll come back sometime sunday night / monday afternoon.

the queue will be running.

[georgianmedhead]

hey guys! i just wanted to post that if anyone has any struggles with photoshop and wants a promo / header, i’m totally fine with making one for someone. ^.^ for free. i just like doing a good deed for someone. 

( low-key, when i was in high school i was a marketing major and KNOW how important it is to have a brand™ )

so if you want one, feel free to hop into my ask or like this post. if you’re a sideblog, feel free to reblog. keep in mind that i’ll be able to reject the amount of these if they get to be too much. and i’m SLOW with replies, so it may take me awhile to get to these, but.

^.^ good things are worth the wait, i hope.

( and if you wanna make sure i see the request, please send your ask both to THIS or whatever blog you’re seeing this on AND my main blog, @dorkymagician. )

have a lovely day.

[cerisetheai]

❛ she had power over the most magnificent forces on earth , but she still didn’t feel like she had power over the most important thing of all — her own heart. ❜

credit goes to stapledwrist !

[drunkfed]

fieryichor:

     She was cut off from him, a trap that she’d been stupid enough to fall into. “I fucked up.”

    “I’ll see what I can do to get around to you. Marks, keep your guard up.” There was another thing he wanted to say. Something personal. “You know how much you mean to me, Poppy.”

[drunkfed]

okay but lowkey hi you guys ,, ,, this blog is back out of stasis.

[sheholdsyoucaptivated]

Alcohol literally is poison… I'ma still drink it though. I'ma still drink it

[drunkfed]

fieryichor:

    “Leon!”

“Katherine!”

[knightheartcd-deactivated202206]

heya, guys! i just wanted to hop on and state why it is that i haven’t been on. since i found out about my friend’s departure, i’ve been pretty low.

but it’s not just that.

i’ve realized that i need to work more on my independent work.

and, i’ve also started my EMR course.

( sadly, the job i had lined up decided to drop me like a hot potato … )

the thing is, i won’t be here too too often. i love this character, and i love that i’ve come back to him, but i seriously need to put my own stories ahead.

that’s not me saying that i won’t come on here and write on ALL of my sideblogs or on Banner, but it’s me saying that Bruce won’t be my focus.

thank you all for sticking by me.

and kick butt.

[drunkfed]

fieryichor:

gammagiant replied to your post: So, I feel the need to tell @drunkfed that…

leon says they need to get a big apartment

   EXCUSE LEON ??? WE ARE NOT FITTING ALL OF OUR CHILDREN IN AN APARTMENT. WE NEED A HOUSE 

   HEY! WHY NOT ? ? ?

[drunkfed]

fieryichor:

     Eyes focused on the road, even if she wasn’t the one driving. Katherine had the habit of always wanting to know what was in front of her. ( blame it on an instance of not knowing and getting experimented on ) But the road was peaceful, a far cry from what it had been during the mission. “Yea, but I don’t need to sleep when you can’t.” 

    Lips upturned in a smile, brows arching slightly. “Are you telling me you don’t want to hear me talk?” A far jump from his words, but she meant it all in jest. “Jeez, Kennedy. That’s just rude.”

    Leon grinned, looking quickly from the road and back to her. Brown eyes sparkled with just a bit of mischievousness--- and a slight underlying tone of true affection. “Oh, no, please--- talk all you want, Marks. I like watching your mouth work.”

   Kennedy had the audacity to blush as he said it, instead steering the topic to something else. 

  “Oh, please. You needed it. I can’t fault you for that.”

A beat.

“I can be rude.”

[drunkfed]

neverenoughknives:

“Sure took a hit there…”

Jack leaned down to pick his partner up, almost dropping him in favor of putting a bullet in an undead’s forehead. Fucker had gotten too close.

“Block with your arms, not your head, Kennedy.”

They had to get the hell out of there, and NOW. Threats were closing in all around them, and Jack couldn’t keep up this one armed shooting as well as his smaller partner.

His first thought was to just loop Leon’s arm around his shoulders and shuffle to the extraction point, but at how lethargic his partner was… it would be better to just hoist him on his back and belt him in to continue using both arms.

Jack maneuvered Leon around until he was in piggyback riding poisition, then pulled his belt out of the loops on his pants. Using it, he made the hoop bigger and secured Leon’s legs, then draped his arms around his shoulders.

“Try not to barf on my shoulder, eh, kiddo?”

Leon gave a slight wheeze--- so, it was just a case of mental recalibration. A really bad hit to the head. He ducked forward, and for a moment, he was extremely glad he’d been deployed with a partner for this mission. “Yeah,” he grumbled, “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

As if thinking he could shoot for a brief millennium, Kennedy gave an angry sigh as soon as he felt Jack picking him up. 

“Unfair.”

He didn’t protest it further, though, because he understood the risk. For now, Leon was dead weight. With the world spinning like the damnedest top in hell, he couldn’t shoot straight or even aim.

“I’ll spit on you for luck,” came his gruff response, muffled by the fabric of Jack’s gear, “who knows? Maybe we’ll get super lucky.”

[drunkfed]

fieryichor:

    At the sound of the call name - trolls, who knew right ? - Katherine spared a moment to cast a look from the B.O.W.S she was dealing with to Leon. And she wasn’t please in the least with what she found. She had half a mind to throw some of her blood that way, but the risk of it landing on Leon was just too much for her to risk. It wasn’t like she wanted to set him on fire. She finished off the one that was before her and turned her full attention to the one holding Leon down. “I’ve got ya, Branch.” She started firing upon it, hoping to at least piss it off enough to let the male go. 

   References aside to their dorky habit of watching children’s movies--- Leon was up shit creek without a paddle. Of course he was skilled in dealing with B.O.W.s, but when one had you shoved up against the floor like some toddler with a dump truck, it was pretty hard to NOT feel powerless. And yet, there was Katherine. . . hitting her mark. He gave a loud sigh of relief as the grip on him lessened and, as if realizing the drop was quite a good ten feet, Kennedy gave a sigh. He had to change this situation quick.

    “You’re a hell of a woman,” he said, winking, moving out of the creature’s grip and sitting securely on its gigantic wrist, “damn, I’m lucky.”

  Leon took one of the knives out of his tactical gear and thrummed it right through a good deal of muscle.

    “Should we grill it or slice it up?”

[drunkfed]

fieryichor:

     At the mention of Umbrella, Katherine almost snarled. She’d managed to glean small bits of information about what had happened over the years that she’d spent in and out of cryogenic sleep. She had learned a little bit even before her capture in the Spencer Mansion. And what she wouldn’t give to have been back there now. 

    At least she had weapons then.  

   Eyes watched the gun that was pointed towards her, no longer struggling against the male that had his hands on her. She tracked the other’s movement, watching him go through the paperwork that had been sent with her. She suddenly felt like she was on loan, like something from a museum. 

   Only she had the purpose of keeping someone else alive. At least according to the one reading off the paperwork. It sounded about right. She knew that she’d been experimented on, been injected with some mixture of the virus that had created those things in the mansion. 

   Stable. 

   She almost wanted to laugh. Sure, that was one way to describe her ability to not go completely insane. 

      “Katherine Marks. Member of S.T.A.R.S Team Bravo.” Or at least, she had been.

“S.T.A.R.S Team Bravo?” he began, shock filtering right through his form, “Wait. S.T.A.R.S disbanded, Marks.” Leon’s neutral expression turned a little more genuinely surprised. He’d heard about what had transpired--- it was commonplace knowledge for someone like him. After all, he’d tried to join S.T.A.R.S, but instead had went with the police. It was more of his style.

“Are you telling me you’re the last survivor of Bravo?” A beat. Did she know that almost all of her teammates, sans a one Rebecca Chambers--- were dead? “There’s Rebecca, but. . . no one else made it out alive.”

Leon may have his times were he was tactful, but the truth of the matter was that if she didn’t know, she needed to. It was the least he could give her.

A beat.

“If you’re gonna grieve, we may as well do it on the go. Who knows how many more B.O.W.s we’re gonna run into?”

The agent took out a gun from one of his holsters and handed it to her.

“So, I didn’t want to pry. But what did they do to you? Are you dangerous?”