[leparct]

　　　⌖　𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑻　/　lepus arcticus :　the arctic hare. an independent writing blog for the original character　hare　atropos　rebecca.　lore crafted alongside　&　deeply inextricable from puncia.　main ship is self-1ess' steve.　wielded by stevie.　RULES UNDER READ MORE.　PLEASE READ LORE BEFORE INTERACTING.

a necropsy of　what is in a name,　being reared a weapon　&　biting the hand that wields you.　blood-soaked freedom earned with violence,　the things we leave behind when we run.　do you know who you are beneath the camouflage?　revenge is a dish best served dipped in poison.

　 　STATS.　LORE.　INTERACTION GUIDE.　BIOGRAPHY.

　 　 　AES SB.　VERSES.　ASK MEMES.　PINTEREST.　

drawing inspiration from the hitman trilogy,　the works of alfred hitchcock,　dollhouse (2009),　criminal minds　&　the music of arai tasuku.

𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺.

i.　this blog is mutuals only.　this means that i will only interact with people i follow who also follow me back.　that also means that if i've thrown a follow your way,　i want to write with you!　my follows are never empty　-　if you see me pop up in your notifications,　it's because i want to develop a meaningful connection with your muse(s).　i am a plotting-oriented mun.　i welcome and love unprompted dms　/　starters　/　ask memes!

ii.　do not drag me into callout culture.　i have no interest in witnessing/being involved in drama.　if it is something that could be solved between two people in private　-　or by one person simply blocking the other　-　i have no interest.　i will not tolerate any kind of bigotry.　homophobia,　zionism,　racism,　transphobia,　&　anything of the like will be a zero-tolerance block.

iii.　i feel that this goes without saying,　but have put a lot of love into rebecca and the lore she inhabits,　as well as her verses.　please don't lift things from me.　i will notice.　leave ai out of writing　&　graphics.

iv.　incredibly oc friendly!　let me throw rebecca at your original chracters,　your canons;　your men,　your women,　your nonbinary muses.　i just ask that you have a decent about section for me to read up on your lovely creations so i can come to you with some plots.

v.　i love shipping.　shipping is great.　two thumbs up.　however,　please don't follow me if that's all you're interested in.　i won't ship with anyone i don't feel comfortable interacting with ooc.　all that being said :　if we've been plotting away and you're feeling it,　just ask !　i'm probably feeling it too.

vii.　this blog can be expected to contain triggering content including violence,　child abuse,　emotional and psychological manipulation,　&　death.　i will tag these as '[trigger] tw' where possible ;　but please be warned that if these trigger you,　this may not be the blog for you.　i will also tag / avoid in our writing together anything my mutuals ask me to,　no questions asked.　your safety is important to me.

viii.　i am not interested in writing with muses from rpf or any harry potter media.

[puncia]

SLEEPOVER :  for one muse to stay the night at the other’s place　+　INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am.　⌖　@leparct　

It’s all wrong.　Somehow,　some way,　it shouldn’t be like this.　You are supposed to be at odds forever,　planning a swift and competent demise to befall her in retaliation for what she did to Professor.　It wouldn’t be easy　⸻　she knows you’re onto her,　that you’re the only asset making waves in reclaiming the IRG’s missing property,　and that’s the fun part,　like a cat taunting the vermin it’s taken as prey　⸻　but you’ve never been one for easy.　It fundamentally opposes the criteria for your existence.　How strange it is that the urge has entirely subsided,　slipped precariously through your fickle,　cost fingers.　You aren’t sure why.　You’ve never been sure of anything,　and have never found it in yourself to question.　Weapons do not think for themselves,　do not have the capacity for original thought,　so flash those sweet,　dead eyes,　and do what you’re commanded to.

Ah,　but you’re still not thinking for yourself,　now.　You have been parked in front of a full-body mirror,　staring to a blank mien that stares back without scrutiny.　A dress-up doll clad in whatever Rebecca proposes you try 　(Rebecca　⸻　the name will never get easier to use　/　you don’t understand the hype around names because Leopard has always suited you well enough,　and you’ve always buckled at the prospect of Professor using it on you,　affirming your very purpose with it)　while you blink at your reflection,　seeing if any emotion will stir.

Nothing yet. You come to her with a dilemma,　and for reasons you cannot discern,　she wants to help.　There’s a boy,　a pesky boy,　turning up repeatedly in your automatic thought processes　⸻　what does it mean,　really?　You feel helpless,　what with your heart fighting to pry itself from your ribcage,　spread gore and crimson onto the floor like a gaping gunshot wound.　The embarrassment this liability floods you with is unprecedented,　a fracture,　another,　another,　cascading like spindly veins throughout your armature.　It’s stupid.　You want him to like what you wear,　to pay attention to the way you present yourself in the downtime,　even when it’s not about the sex or the midnight blue satin you’ve ensconced yourself in.　You want to kill him and you want to keep a watchful eye on him,　and that’s what makes this so dire.　Maybe Rebecca will understand you.

❛❛　This feels stupid.　❜❜　You speak flatly,　still fretting at the it in the mirror,　boring into you.　❛❛　I look stupid.　❜❜　Style,　to you,　is a fleeting afterthought.　Garments you’re most oft clad in are reminiscent of your training uniforms,　all stiff,　uncomfortable leather sculpted to your frame.　Another option would be divine,　for all those casual pursuits,　showing off shreds of personality the world demands you be in possession of.　❛❛　It shouldn’t matter what I wear.　It’s superficial.　❜❜　And here you are,　having sought the expertise of free-thinking butterfly regardless.

[leparct]

The pitfalls of love are ones with which Rebecca is intimately acquainted　⸻　at sixteen she had been engulfed by it without consent ;　she had tripped and fallen into the dark at the feet of a boy whose attention she was never meant to receive.　She had been too young,　then,　to understand.　Every inch of Hare had been draped in costuming,　&　dark strands were not the only thing bleached clean.　( Professor had made certain to scrub away any imperfection masquerading as emotion from her insides long before she was old enough to put verbiage to needs. )　Just as Hare was not built for love,　neither is Leopard,　&　Rebecca remembers well enough to permit empathy to be her bridge across the great divide.

Despite what Professor had always insisted,　affection will not make a fool of her　⸻　Rebecca will sink into the easy warmth of sisterly bonding,　but she can make no claim to naivete.　She knows the desire for revenge must burn inside of Leopard,　but what sister dearest cannot understand is this :　even if Becca were never to see another sunrise,　she would still die free.　Professor is choking on dirt someplace his blood money can't save him,　and so she has already won.　Her girls will never again be caged,　no matter how hard Leopard attempts to crawl back in and lock the door behind her.

All Rebecca can do is be,　for Leopard,　the person Hare had needed at sixteen.　A hand to hold and a gentle voice to guide her through the dark.

“You don't look stupid.　You look pretty.　But if you really feel stupid in it we can just try something else.　I think I've got a cardigan you'd look cute in.”　Think is not the word of the hour.　Rebecca most certainly has in her possession a monolith of cardigans that would suit.　Such are the benefits of a career that requires disguise.　The endless walk-in they ransack is not her own personal wardrobe ;　it is solely her costume chest,　but hope sparks alight in her that perhaps it can be the birthplace of some kind of comfort for her sister.　“It's only superficial when it's not stuff you care about.　So we just have to find something you like.　'Cause it doesn't matter,　for your boy,”　gleeful uptick of pink lips cannot be contained,　“it should just matter to you.　And anyway,　it's kind of hard for a guy to like you when there's no you to like.”

For all the work Rebecca has done in taking a hammer to the stiff porcelain of the unfeeling doll she used to be,　she is wholly unable to verbalize the importance of style.　It feels almost too precious a memory,　the first time she had donned cotton and denim and polyester for no reason other than that she liked it.　Dyeing her hair to the brown it hadn't been since childhood had felt like breaking the law　⸻　exhilarating,　terrifying.

But it's fine.　She doubts Leopard would find anything more than bone-deep discomfort in sentimental speeches,　anyway.

[puncia]

It is unsightly in here.　You feel immense desire to rip your skin straight off to save yourself from the discomfort,　an itch,　a rash,　an ooze,　bleeding out in the vivid chromaticity shining straight off all the walls and furnishings.　There has never been adequate reasoning given to think highly of Hare　(you and the girls,　always in constant competition,　always vying for His favor;　you have always come out on top,　and you emerge with an immense scrutiny cast against her),　and her taste in décor only seems to amplify this distaste.　Like a petulant child,　this one is.　No wonder your sole duty in this moment is to extract her,　relieving her of this delusion that has indoctrinated her for the belief of a brighter future.　The clouds block out the sun;　everything is dark.　Winters in the Davis Highlands could stretch days into perpetuity,　blackouts consuming every strand of light into its stygian abyss.　You have accustomed yourself to the nullity.　It is borderline comforting,　and your ability to bend without breaking or fracturing will always rank you several rungs above her in your eyes.　His,　too,　you hope.

❛❛　They aren’t good enough for that.　❜❜　Whatever good enough is meant to mean.　Their skillset,　perhaps,　finding themselves underqualified in the realms of your missions so long as their volatility or their physical inadequacy were permitted to surface.　They surely care a lot more about Hare,　as much as any of you are capable of　(you’re different,　and that’s why you’re better)　and so perhaps they’d make off into the cotton-candy streaked sunset,　hand-in-hand,　turning their backs on everything Durant stood for and fought for.　This is why you are the favorite,　and Professor entrusts you and you alone with such a crucial objective.　You want to bring her back and see that stolid expression of His shift from nothingness into a little more,　the impression of His satisfaction,　the highest praise His ilk could provide you.　

Your eyes narrow,　categorizing entirety of her stature,　machinations whirring silently in your mind as you sit and stare.　You foresee no ending to this that will make her happy,　fill her with the blisses that these repulsive decorations provide.　Garish imbecile,　she is.　❛❛　That’s up to you.　You will be coming back with me.　❜❜　Whether she likes it or not,　you will see it through.　You’ve already memorized blueprint schematic of her home,　analyzed every potential hiding place and contingency,　knowing where everything could shift.　Professor has been getting antsy.　You’ve discerned it from the silence,　from the agitation clipping through His already sparse words to the rigidity in His body language.　Hare’s disobedience throws knives with which to decimate much of the IRG’s intricate planning,　new fears taking root day after day that another betrayal could follow.　Another,　then another.　Girls learning to save themselves,　as though they are the captive princesses and not the roaring beasts to be saved from.　He has to know that you are loyal to Him and only Him.　If that means His girls are to return to the tundra,　so be it.　

You know no home nor prospects,　no vague inkling of conducting your own personhood beyond what the façade demands.　Leigh is almost a someone.　Certainly retaining a lot more of your dignity than whatever dress-up Hare insists upon playing.　These disguises:　immature,　too.　Leigh is not a disguise,　and she is not your almost.　But she is nearly a someone,　enough to blend in among the rabble.　The tundra is best for you.　It will be best for Hare,　too,　whether she likes it or not.　You’ve always been the stronger logician,　not tugged along by the incessant whims of those sanguinary heartstrings.　❛❛　You know Professor is ashamed of you.　❜❜

[leparct]

Professor is ashamed of you.　Rebecca harbors no doubt that Leopard means this as slander :　spewed as poison from her tongue that would cut to the core any of His loyal soldiers.　Once,　it would have done.　Once,　roseate mouth would have quivered at the acknowledgement that she is the faulty one　/　that hard-earned escape is rooted in her being defective.　Hare would have resolved to try better　&　wiped teary evidence of emotion from blank face before Professor laid eyes on any too-soft features.

But Hare died long before Rebecca was born from her ashes.　Hare has been dead since her heart defrosted, given time away from the brutal tundras to which she never wants to return.　( She will have to.　Her job is unfinished so long as Professor still breathes. )　She hasn't been the hollow doll with which Professor plays in near a decade,　even in those years where she could only bide her time　&　play house until the time for escape drew near.

The facade of Atropos is not a long-lasting one in the face of estranged sister.　That is what Leopard is to her,　given space to reflect upon the manner they grew alongside each other.　Despite the cavern that has split open beneath their feet and left them on opposing sides of this brewing war,　Rebecca has missed her.　Gaze travels instinctive over pale skin　⸻　searching for the telltale purpling of bruises　⸻　　quietly desperate to ensure Leopard has not taken Hare's place at the other end of Professor's rage in her absence.

“Good,”　Rebecca swallows around the lump in her throat,　rough wave of emotion crashing through stoicism's gate.　There is no shame in it.　Not anymore.　She will be made to feel no shame for that which she has taught herself from the beginning.　Repression's undoing was harder work than pulling the trigger on a human life ever was.　“What part of me leaving made you think I wanted him to be proud of me ?”

( Horrible,　awful secret exists beneath the surface :　there will always be a part of Hare that haunts Rebecca from beyond the grave.　There will always be a quiet yearning for Professor's approval,　no matter how much such a sentiment sows only disgust.　Rebecca is only human,　and emotions are not always as saccharine as she had hoped they would be ;　the warmth of a new friend and the butterflies of a crush are not all the heart has to offer.　Still,　she will treasure well the complexity over the emptiness. )

“Anyway,　he can relax,　I'm not spilling any of his deep,　dark secrets.”　Nobody would believe pretty young thing even if she did　⸻　were she so much as to open her painted mouth,　she would be met with disbelieving scoff.　The past from which she hails is the stuff of spy novels　&　comic books,　and even if it were true,　assassins are not sweet young girls with something to prove.　“I'm not going back with you.”

[leparct]

Gonna try again with a plot call !　Drop a　💚　&　I'll swing by your IMs with Becca !

If you want a lil peek at some ideas,　I have a plot wishlist you can sniff through　-　but I'm always psyched to come up with something off the cuff,　too　:]　🐇🐇

[anyataylorjoys]

DOVE CAMERON as Ciara Wyse in 56 DAYS: Episode 1 (2026)

[leparct]

probably going to do a lil softblock spree soon　--　it's v difficult to feel up to managing this blog when my attempts at plotting　/　writing aren't interacted with,　so i do want to keep things to moots who are interested in developing stuff　💚

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐖HAT 𝐃OESN'T 𝐊ILL 𝐘OU ... ( a collection of dialogue prompts originating from supermassive's 2022 game the quarry, PART 2. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary, mature themes present. )

just don't hurt me, please!!

oh, jesus christ, what the fuck are you doing?!

shhh ... quiet.

it was horrible ... it was ... i don't even know what it was.

try drawing. can you draw what attacked you?

[ NAME ], hey, can you tell me what happened?

what kind of fucking animal does this?

we should cut it off before the infection spreads.

do i look like a doctor?

i don't remember much, i don't even know what i saw.

i've got a gun! and i know how to use it! ... sort of.

i need this, it's not safe out there.

are you trying to piss me off?

when i was little, i used to think islands would just, like ... float.

you don't mind that we're talking about it, right?

why is it up to me to justify my feelings?

do i take the high road and forget about it?

this is actually kind of fun.

now that i'm by myself, i kind of like it.

nothing personal, it's ... a me thing. we're cool, right?

that's the summer camp experience right there.

i couldn't find anything to eat, the kitchen's pretty cleared out.

fuck, i don't even know what happened.

i'm okay... i'll be okay, thanks to you.

no, i just helped a little.

you're here with me. that helps.

uh, what happened to the lights?

we're holding down the fort.

did anybody else hear that?

stay here, i'll check it out.

is this the last time we're gonna see each other?

i'm sorry, [ NAME ], i'm just distracted.

maybe i was just misreading the situation back there...

of course i wanted it to happen, i just didn't know if you did, too.

you're just saying that because i'm hurt.

we have to hide ... we have to hide!

jesus, where's the gun?

technology ... it giveth and it taketh.

i'm sorry if it's not up to your standards, but i've been putting in some TLC.

how do you even know all this stuff?

technical stuff has always been hard for me to get a handle on.

if you'd like, i could show you the ropes.

i'm gonna keep an eye out.

we can't be sure they were talking about us.

but that's not ... that's not possible, right?

what is this?! make it stop, make it stop!

god's sake, tonight sucks ass.

[ NAME ], is that you?!

well, that bodes ill. fucking hell.

oh my god, no way — am i glad to see you!

you left me back there, you asshole!

what the fuck is going on?

sorry, i'm just ... i'm glad you're okay.

you don't have to be a dick about literally everything.

you're right, i'm sorry.

ugh, you're so annoying.

okay, can we please not do this right now?!

quit moving so much!

i mean, it's not bleeding, but you need to see a doctor.

we need to be keeping a record of everything. for the police.

i have a funny feeling the cops aren't gonna want to believe us.

this isn't you ... this isn't you!

where the fuck is everyone?

you were defending yourself.

i need your help. please.

i'm not. killing. "people"!

i'm gonna open the door, slowly.

i ask, you answer. that's how this works.

fine. what do you wanna know?

you have no idea what's going on here. not a goddamn clue.

you just stepped in some grade A, double prime, cosmic type shit.

your only option is to buckle the fuck up and do what i say.

please stop trying to intimidate me and tell me what the fuck is going on.

i feel like i'm going crazy!

i'm kind of all mixed up, but more or less in-tact i think.

there's blood and ... stuff ... everywhere.

i feel like i remember bits and pieces but none of it makes sense.

who does this guy think he is?

i'm not going anywhere, we can talk right here.

you have nothing to bargain with.

can't break old [ NAME ]. many have tried, many have failed.

i'm being serious, [ NAME ].

last night feels like a lifetime ago.

what the fuck does that mean, though? were we set up?

well, how do you know how kidnappers act?

i'm just trying to get us out of here.

what if we can't make sense of it?

sometimes things just don't make sense. what then?

this isn't forever, [ NAME ].

you've got to stay positive, you can't think like that.

you were poking around in my stuff?

i can't believe you didn't tell me.

we've been making plans, [ NAME ], what the fuck?

i'm sorry, [ NAME ], this really sucks.

i'm sorry. i shouldn't have kept it from you.

you know you can talk to me about anything, right?

okay, let's just focus on getting out of here for now.

yeah, that was really sketchy.

i'm surprised you're not more messed up.

i don't have a scratch on me.

i'm just saying there's a slight chance it was a werewolf.

are you out of your goddamn mind?

you got anything better? zombies? aliens?

interrupt me again, you're on your own.

would it really be so crazy with all the shit we've been seeing?

i'm just trying to keep an open mind.

those are just campfire stories.

there's more to all this than you think.

just let me finish, then you can decide if you believe me or not.

the next few weeks were long.

that's really not very helpful, [ NAME ].

okay, okay, just- one problem at a time.

just interested is all. feel like i hardly know you.

no reason we can't be buds, right?

you don't know the half of it.

you're not gonna believe it until you see it for yourself.

don't get too close.

don't worry, [ NAME ], i'm here.

i just don't feel so good.

what do you need? what can i do to help?

just stay back, okay? you shouldn't be this close.

whoever was wearing this can't be doing too well.

you want to tell me what happened?

why didn't you run?

this doesn't mean i trust you.

i'm too tired to argue.

i'll brew some coffee.

you know... just because you know, doesn't mean you know.

this isn't what it seems to be.

you're gonna have to be more specific.

you're in just as much trouble as i am.

my family? we didn't mean to hurt anybody.

we're just trying to survive like anybody else.

we're gonna end this thing once and for all.

family is the most important thing in the world.

starting to get the picture?

it's not a lot to go on. and frankly, it's shit.

seems pretty straightforward to me.

if you can kill a werewolf, and that's a big if.

that's where i'm hoping you'll come in.

you're the best option i've got.

maybe it doesn't matter.

take some time to think about all this. i'll be back in the morning.

seen enough yet?

we should be careful of anything that fucker says.

we're gonna fix it on our own.

it wasn't you. i know it wasn't you.

we're gonna fix you, [ NAME ], i promise.

goddammit, [ NAME ], what are we gonna do now?

what happened to "we're all in this together"?

god, it's so obvious.

i thought i heard someone ... i - i still can.

it's coming from behind that door.

we're one step closer to going home.

that's it ... that's the story.

what's that supposed to mean?

don't make me spell it out for you.

all i know is i have to do this.

so this is our new guest...

dumb fuckin' animal.

get your hands off me! let me go!

i didn't mean for this to happen!

is it money that you want?

please just let me go, i'm so sorry!

say what you've gotta say.

[ NAME ], don't you think this is a bit much?

this isn't a ghost story, it's a creature feature – it's really happening.

worst case scenario, this should give you a fighting chance.

put that fucking thing down before you hurt someone.

i don't care what you think.

how well do you know [ NAME ]?

i don't think anybody 'knows' anybody. not really.

if i let my conscience slow me down, everything gets a lot worse for everyone.

shit ... we haven't got much time.

so, what's your deal, then?

so, i don't fit in the right box – is that what you're saying?

the most responsible thing is to try and get help.

this whole time we were having such a fun summer.

the engine's completely screwed.

if i could summon a working car out of thin air, i would.

now i know you've got a screw loose.

did you get bitten?

get away. get away from me!

i wish i could take it all back, but i can't.

"taken care of the problem", do you hear yourself?

don't you go around like you're better than everyone else.

don't you tell me what to do, you piece of shit.

we're gonna be laughing about this in a few years.

it's motion activated ... i think.

i guess we just make ourselves at home.

i guess i just don't like to see other people sad.

well ... fuck this night, huh?

c'mon, i wanna hear you say it.

i sure as hell can make you suffer.

i keep trying to fix it, but people keep getting hurt.

i shouldn't have let you come.

try not to make so much noise.

are we going to end up in a documentary?

i used to be pretty good at the claw game at the local arcade.

just, uh ... watch my back, yeah?

hurry the fuck up!

so much for our brilliant escape plan.

it's better than being out in the open. come on.

i don't want to be waiting around.

we need protection. go see what you can find.

i'm feeling pretty good, actually.

what are you doing? ... stop that.

i'm done being chased.

this is proof we're on the right track. stay close.

thanks .. for uh, not killing me.

you think this is over? this isn't over.

okay ... okay, it makes sense. it all makes sense.

help me. we can help those who are still alive.

in what world would i wanna help you?

you go by yourself, you're gonna die out there.

this doesn't mean i forgive you for what you did to me.

can someone please get me some fucking clothes?

where the hell are we?

we definitely should've gone to the motel.

the night's not over yet.

we gotta get a vantage, come on.

we have enough on our plates already, stop discovering shit.

showtime, motherfuckers.

fuck this whole night.

should we go find the others?

we're safer here, and it's nearly morning.

let's go, let's go, let's go!

what happened in the past doesn't matter right now.

we need to know what we're up against, at least.

what we're up against is my one chance to end this for good.

[ NAME ], wake up!

where did it go? it can't have just disappeared.

over here ... got some blood. leads through there.

what the hell happened here?

we could be killed. you ready to end this?

let's fucking do this.

you've been through a lot more than i have.

if anyone deserves to survive, it's you.

really? you're still hiding stuff now?

every full moon for years.

please, let's just ... go.

i bet you think you're fucking clever.

i tried to help you. i tried to warn you.

i even started to like you.

i won't forget what you did.

now i will never leave you.

[leparct]

Plot Wishlist.

Since I know reaching out to someone to plot can be super daunting I thought I'd piece together a little plot wishlist.　If anything here piques your interest,　please slip into my dms　&　we can shake Rebecca around like a dog toy !!

As of 2024,　Rebecca is free of the IRG.　She is still carrying out her duties as a hitwoman,　but no longer does she operate under the name 'Hare'.　Now, she is Atropos.　She will only accept and enact those she finds serve her own idea of justice　⸻　that is,　the execution of those who prey on the weak.

The family member of one of Rebecca's targets from her time as Hare.　When she was under IRG employ,　she had no say in her targets nor her clients.　She was only the weapon.　In for a short time and gone without a trace,　Hare had the blood of a great many rich　&　powerful people on her hands ;　after all,　rich clients have rich enemies.　Maybe she'd run into one of their family members someday,　as Rebecca ?

An unsuspecting new friend or neighbour.　Someone who knows nothing of Rebecca's past,　and only knows that her garden flourishes and her home is kitschy,　because she invited them in while they awaited a locksmith once.　Someone she wants to keep secrets from　⸻　and someone she keeps an eye on to ensure they're safe.

Maybe a neighbour who's a little nosier.　The street on which she lives is pricey　&　she boasts no last name attached to old money.　She always has cash on hand for the homeless and door-to-door fundraisers without having to step out to the bank.　Her clothes and shoes are lavish.　Rebecca's life,　to the cynical eye,　is a little too squeaky clean and a little too pricey for a girl in her mid twenties.　Maybe they just presume she's a gold digger or rigs the casinos somehow.　Still,　getting your nose stuck in her business to try and find out is a dangerous game.

Someone who hires Rebecca under her new moniker to get rid of their abuser.　Or their friend's.　Or a crummy,　greedy politician whose promises are as real as the facades Rebecca wears.　She'll do it happily !

Alternatively,　someone she was hired to kill,　but decided not to.　In situations like these　⸻　ones in which she is paid by silver-tongued liar to get rid of an innocent,　it is her client who will meet the barrel of her gun instead.　After all,　she's already been paid to get rid of someone !

[leparct]

Hello rebooping for those who didn't see !

[leparct]

@self-1ess.

[puncia]

𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒　IN　𝙰𝚁𝙼𝚂.　　@leparct

[leparct]

Plot Wishlist.

Since I know reaching out to someone to plot can be super daunting I thought I'd piece together a little plot wishlist.　If anything here piques your interest,　please slip into my dms　&　we can shake Rebecca around like a dog toy !!

As of 2024,　Rebecca is free of the IRG.　She is still carrying out her duties as a hitwoman,　but no longer does she operate under the name 'Hare'.　Now, she is Atropos.　She will only accept and enact those she finds serve her own idea of justice　⸻　that is,　the execution of those who prey on the weak.

The family member of one of Rebecca's targets from her time as Hare.　When she was under IRG employ,　she had no say in her targets nor her clients.　She was only the weapon.　In for a short time and gone without a trace,　Hare had the blood of a great many rich　&　powerful people on her hands ;　after all,　rich clients have rich enemies.　Maybe she'd run into one of their family members someday,　as Rebecca ?

An unsuspecting new friend or neighbour.　Someone who knows nothing of Rebecca's past,　and only knows that her garden flourishes and her home is kitschy,　because she invited them in while they awaited a locksmith once.　Someone she wants to keep secrets from　⸻　and someone she keeps an eye on to ensure they're safe.

Maybe a neighbour who's a little nosier.　The street on which she lives is pricey　&　she boasts no last name attached to old money.　She always has cash on hand for the homeless and door-to-door fundraisers without having to step out to the bank.　Her clothes and shoes are lavish.　Rebecca's life,　to the cynical eye,　is a little too squeaky clean and a little too pricey for a girl in her mid twenties.　Maybe they just presume she's a gold digger or rigs the casinos somehow.　Still,　getting your nose stuck in her business to try and find out is a dangerous game.

Someone who hires Rebecca under her new moniker to get rid of their abuser.　Or their friend's.　Or a crummy,　greedy politician whose promises are as real as the facades Rebecca wears.　She'll do it happily !

Alternatively,　someone she was hired to kill,　but decided not to.　In situations like these　⸻　ones in which she is paid by silver-tongued liar to get rid of an innocent,　it is her client who will meet the barrel of her gun instead.　After all,　she's already been paid to get rid of someone !

[safetyprompts]

SCENARIO　&　ACTION PROMPTS　inspired by episodes of criminal minds.

send with a 🔄 to reverse roles!　feel free to rephrase or add context as you please.

[ EMPTY PLANET ]　sender comforts a terrified receiver in a dangerous situation,　refusing to leave their side.

[ LUKE ]　sender rushes into danger,　disregarding their own safety.　receiver is forced to watch　( or try to reign them in ).

[ 100 ]　a desperate sender finds receiver bleeding out,　minutes from being too late.

[ TRUTH OR DARE ]　receiver admits something to sender that they’ve never told anyone else.

[ RIDING THE LIGHTNING ]　sender insists on clearing receiver’s name after they are heaped with the blame for something they didn’t do.

[ SAFE HAVEN ]　sender runs away from a bad situation,　and seeks refuge with receiver.

[ REVELATIONS ]　sender pulls receiver into a hug after saving their life.

[ THE TALL MAN ]　sender　&　receiver venture into the woods to try and hunt a local urban legend.

[ PENELOPE ]　receiver wakes up after a near-death experience to find sender by their side in the hospital.

[ OUR DARKEST HOUR ]　sender　&　receiver are stuck together during a citywide blackout.

[ FACE OFF ]　sender struggles with the anniversary of a traumatic experience.　receiver tries their best to help.

[ MEMORIAM ]　sender is convinced of an impending threat / betrayal / conspiracy,　&　receiver begrudgingly offers to help crack the case.

[ THE PACT ]　sender　&　receiver concoct a plan to take revenge on a mutual abuser together.

[ TABULA RASA ]　sender tries to help an amnesiac receiver remember their past.

[ IN HEAT ]　sender comforts receiver after the death of a loved one.

[ I LOVE YOU, TOMMY BROWN ]　sender turns down receiver’s proposal.

[leparct]

Leopard　&　Hare Rebecca variants.　 ( feat. @puncia )

No ...　the gap between you and your dutiful soldier of a sibling isn't that big ...　you can totally cross it ...　you don't have to be on opposite sides of this war ...　aw,　fuck !!!!!!

Dylan & Norman　(Bates Motel)　/　Ebony & Java　(The Tribe)　/　Sam & Dean　(Supernatural)　/　Makoto & Sae　(Persona 5)　/　Arthur & Morgana　(Merlin)　/　Ela & Zofia　(Rainbow 6 Siege).

[agthare]

All verses,　unless otherwise stated,　are open for interaction　/　memes ;　just specify when you send 'em in !

VERSES.

Mainverse.　Lore　&　Stats for more information. Hare is a previous asset of the International Resolutions Group　(identified then as Hare).　Raised as a hitwoman from birth,　she fled at 24 to taste freedom　&　develop an identity outside of the characters she plays for a day or two undercover.　This begins with the name she lifts from the pages of a novel　:　Rebecca.　Never again will Rebecca permit herself to be caged ;　but she is built to be an assassin.　The IRG was right about one thing　⸻　there are people in the world who can only make it a better place in a casket.　Working under the moniker Atropos,　Rebecca takes only those few cases that satiate her sense of justice.　Men and women who abuse those weaker than will be met with no mercy at the end of a sharp knife or the bottom of a poison vial.

The Hunger Games.　Hare and the other girls of Project Durant are trained from their birth to bring victory to District 2.　She is the first to stand a victor,　blonde hair and pretty smile enough that the Capitol's consumers beady eyes overlook the blood on her expert hands.　But she is not long made to be a doll to play with　⸻　Hare renames herself Rebecca,　and slips easily into the rebellion that brews in Panem's underbelly.

CW's Supernatural.　The International Resolutions Group begins as a small group of hunters in the United States.　It is a man known as the Professor who decides the perfect hunters cannot be trained or recruited ;　they must be raised.　The girls of Project Durant are soldiers against the supernatural from birth,　and are sent all over the world to deal with the wicked.　They are not offered room for nuance :　everything that is not human must meet its end at the hands of a hunter.　There are no exceptions.

More TBA.　I am always happy to create a verse with any mutuals willing　/　interested　! 💚🐇

[leparct]

Leopard and Rebecca are Cain and Abel in essence.　This is not wild to say.　 @puncia

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I wonder who she's looking at ...　🤔　 @self-1ess

[jamsmemes]

(     *     BARE BONES.

a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

skull.   what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?

cheekbone. what makes them smile ?

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?

hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?

clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?

scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?

sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?

humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?

radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

carpals. what small habits do they have ?

metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?

pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?

sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?

coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?

femur. what drives them forward ?

patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?

tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?

fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?

tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?

metatarsals. if they could disappear for a day, where would they run ?