𝓸𝓱 𝓭𝒆𝓪𝓽𝓱;

ie·ro·cis /ìɛɾuôtsis/ noun A weapon; An instrument used to injure, kill, or destroy. nikita/fandomless oc

[xuntier-blog]

&& ierocis​

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        ❝ what are you doing here?             FELIX is home ❞

 “ He told me to meet him here       -- and I was hoping that we could... talk?”

[ierocis-blog]

                             ❝𝔦 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔲𝔯𝔢 & 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔲𝔯𝔢 & 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔲𝔯𝔢. ❞

                       Independent Nikita/Fandomless OC Roleplay Blog : Sofia Delacroix

[awbuckyno]

Who is Shay….? #BTS #OrphanBlack @OrphanBlack

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[jaifkncourtney]

Make Me Choose: — kstewrpc said: Ksenia Solo or and Kenzi Malikov

[motherednature]

It feels like everything is boiling over and spilling out of me; it feels like my lungs are on fire, and my heart is a hammer, and I feel like I can do anything…I feel like I can do anything in the world!…

The Creature (NTL Frankenstein)

[kateekakes-arch-blog]

I was gonna say yes…

[ierocis-blog]

if you tag me in random starters i actually scream and fall 1000% in love with you.

[fractuspuer-archive]

        oɴce a killer,                  ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs a killer.

              my hands are ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ in blood.                                       and not even your salty tears                                            of ƒσяgινєηєѕѕ and ℓσνє,                                                                       can ωαѕн away                                                                 the ＰＡＩＮ I have   c a u s e d .

[miranemily]

[xudinov-blog]

                     ❝Do you really think you’re up to going on this assignment with me?❞

[ierocis-blog]

         "Why wouldn't I be up for it? A mission is a mission no matter who you are assigned to take it on with."

[flickeringremembrance-deactivat]

     I do not feel like a ｂａｄ person

but

              deep down I know that something inside of me is { terribly }

ｃｏｒｒｕｐｔｅｄ

[ierocis-blog]

{ OPEN }

     "You have until the count of three to get out of my sight. 

                                One.                                         Two..."

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  {                           Killing people                                                  is [easy].                                                                  It’s truly LIVING,                                                                                         that is                       [difficult].               }

[xoruzhiye]

{ The Hunted } James & Sofia

[xoruzhiye]

       He was power covered in mask on many days — though now he was simply pretending to be a man. A machine unkempt and out of control was likely the main reason for his take down, organizations wanting him dead —- others wanting him to be theirs. After all — besides the captain himself — his skills remained unmatched as of yet.                     Unmatched —- yet seemingly a mockery to the opposite in honor. How ironic it was to think of such things with a bullet aimed towards his chest.     The soldier shifted his weight to one foot — allowing the bullet to whiz past him again, not flinching — refusing to make himself a scene and turned quickly to the target at hand, eyes focused entirely battle ready.                The last time, he went down - sunk deep underneath the ocean’s surface in order to revive an internal struggle, this time he would not back down no —- he would not let them take him in again.                                      The target was acquired and instantly the soldier was on the move. The attacker would reveal his location —- Hydra, SHIELD,whomever, they would be on their way - make landing within minutes.               He knew their formations — he created them.     The soldier was on the move — speed non to be outmatched, the weight of his metal arm not holding him down — though he moved slow. Steps counter measured in the other direction where he could scale the building with more ease — take her down from the front.           Though he didn’t have to move very far —- a grenade popped out from underneath his back pouch, tossed through the window of the opposite wall exploding enough to destroy any means down the attacker could have had.     They were trapped though she seemed to be fleeing towards him - as if meeting the inevitable death that part of him was too willing to give. Though her words left him expressionless —- though internally amused as he shook his head slowly, the hood stiff atop his head as if not even a feather had been ruffled.           “Вы мертвы все равно”                                 And his gun was already out — the trigger pulled three times,       One;             Two;                    Three.   That wasn’t where it stopped —- the Winter Solider was created to be an opposition — a fist for HYDRA he wouldn’t stop until his target was decimated — though what happened when he was able to choose his own targets?         Within the barrage of bullets — he moved fast deflecting any attack his way with his arm until he was merely inches away from the girl that attempted to take his life not once but twice.      He was trained to kill first and ask questions later — and there was no stopping him now — trapped within a blockade of cemented concrete he had managed to buy himself time to take down the initial threat and snapped out his arm to grab her — ignoring the nagging voice in the back of his mind that told him to stand down ———-                           He didn’t have to be that man anymore.    But he did —- as long as James Buchanan Barnes needed answers on just what kind of man he was and was going to be —- he had to do everything to accomplish it, didn’t he?                  Perhaps — though just as likely, the soldier in him it was best to not ask questions, while the nagging voice that had been strumming in his eardrum told him no                 And the worst of it was —- that the trained and conditioned machine of him was holding  strong still — though the memories battled onward and in return the anger pushed forward forcing him to use all might and available strength to toss the girl away like a rag doll.              Because she was — in a sense, a doll too. A doll used for weapons of a cause nobody knew behind what they were standing.                       Though he stood - dressed in metal and anger                 Prepared for the very fight that HYDRA, SHIELD and now Division were tossing his way.

[ierocis-blog]

     The bomb hadn't phased her, she had been trained in trough conditions and survived many explosions during her missions without a metal arm or superhuman strength. Though her face was dirty from the dust and rubble that collapsed around them, enclosing them in the building with no easy escape or entrance. Sofia was skilled in her art of surviving -- of fighting men much bigger than herself as that was what her life thoroughly consisted of. Big men thinking they could snuff out her light.

                                  But for once, she knew this one could.

     Sofia charged forward, barely sidestepping the bullets with each round that he fired at her before quickly throwing a boot up to kick the gun from his hand as she slipped a knife from her waist. With a quick slash, she guarded herself from hands or arms that would try for her vulnerability.

     Quickly, she ripped the earpiece from her ear, the technology squealing with feedback as she did. It was possible that they would hit that button and give her a death she would never wish for herself. 

                                    Stop fighting,Sofia. Just stop.

              Finish your mission!

                                         You don't have to be scared.

 Make Amanda proud! Division is your family.

                                               No more treatments. No more missions.

                                   Just. Stop. Fighting.

      Her thoughts screamed at her, forcing her to falter in her movements just a second long enough for him to grab a hold of her. She had only been caught once in her lifetime, ensnared in the trap of darkness that only death could shed upon her porcelain skin. But here she was, round two, and it was glaring at her with blood soaked teeth that bit at her throat, ripping at the flesh as she were tossed away as if she were simply nothing.

      Pain bloomed at the back of her head, her vision turning black with the promise of a concussion. Blinded, the agent pushed herself to her feet, forcing her mind to work properly in order to do what she was told -- what she was trained to do until she gasped for her last breath. Icy blues fixated on him, mentally taking apart the man as she pressed forward once again.  Knives fisted in her hands as she came in close,hitting the ground as she forced his legs out from under him, raking a blade along his belt to strip him of some of his weapons and backed off.

         "Even if you kill me, Robot. They are going to snatch you up just like they did me and all of their agents." She called out to him, "This is your test. All recruits have it. You gain a target you kill it or you be killed. I'm sure you understand." Sofia said, face void of any vulnerable emotions except for the tears that began to streak down her dirty cheeks to play on his vulnerability (if he had any). Amanda had taught her well, programming her emotions to play when the time was appropriate. "They strip you of your will, threaten you with death at each turn, you fail even once and they will detonate your kill chip that they embedded in your brain while you slept." She continued, poised on her toes prepared to escape any further attacks.