☆ ミ you're gonna get bruised.・。

❝ sick of all these people talking, sick of all this NOISE. tired of all these cameras F L A S H I N G, sick of being poised. now my neck is OPEN WIDE, begging for a fist AROUND IT. already choking on my p r i d e, so there's no use crying about it. i'm headed straight for the CASTLE, they wanna make me their Q U E E N and there's and old man sitting on the throne that's saying that i probably shouldn't be so MEAN. ❞ SHANNON BLACKWELL var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5444821"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=trick-or-treater&e2=trick-or-treaters&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

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@piiixlexia

FINALLY — they were back and out of that stupid city everyone seemed to fawn over. the entire trip being a nightmare that was finally over, much to the raven hair girl’s relief. finally back in the states and away from the madness that seemed to follow them in paris. she was back to her old, NORMAL, self again and she couldn’t have been happier. 

which meant her ‘ mission ’ at the astra initiative was back in play and she was ready to follow whatever order she was told to do next. something that came sooner than she thought as she received a call from her uncle instructing her to meet an associate near the outskirts of the complex. 

a place that shannon had expected to be empty. no, correction — a place that should have been empty considering how it lead to the middle of nowhere a few miles down the road but instead, shannon had found herself with some unexpected company. the girl that lingered around the area being all too familiar and strange at the same time. shannon remembered her — well, the taste of her lips at least. that night at the club being a drunken blur, bits and pieces coming back to her afterward.

“you know,” she started as she approached her, “some would call this stalking.” a smirk rose on her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest. “so one drunken kiss at a club and you suddenly decided to follow me back for more?” she teased. 

[babegroot]

A femme fatale (/ˌfæm fəˈtɑːl/ or /ˌfɛm fəˈtɑːl/; French: [fam fatal]) is a stock character of a mysterious and seductive woman whose charms ensnare her lovers, often leading them into compromising, dangerous, and deadly situations.

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locklanblackwell:

 Lachlan immediately made a face. Oh, of fucking course it was his sister. “Ce naiba?” he mocked, hands on his hips. Why was she even speaking Romanian? They usually started in English at least. Well, he supposed he could humor her for once. “Ce sa întâmplat, sora? Pierdut? Sau încerci să câștigi bani?”

 Bored, he jumped back up onto the wall. He had found that at least this would make a decent spot for trying to scare people, if nothing else. If Shannon wasn’t so used to him, he would’ve gotten her. “Run along now, I got grown up stuff to do.”

moody and in the way much? what the hell was his problem? all she wanted to do was get back to her room and hopefully get some rest. maybe then things would stop being so upside down but no, she just had to cross path’s with someone. “sora?” she repeated, a dry laugh leaving her lips. “esti nebun? nu te-am văzut niciodată în viața mea!” she shook her head, scoffing. “scuză-mă, idiotule? care e problema ta?” 

she placed her hands over her chest, her cocking to the side as she watched him jump back onto the wall. run along now? what was she five? arching an eyebrow, she looked up at where he was. “yes, clearly playing hide and seek with your imaginary friend is very serious buisness,” she retorted.

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locklanblackwell:

 It was dark out, and Lachlan was wandering. He liked this part of town, with the bad lighting and the wall that he was currently walking on. Either he was in front of a very large house, or this had been something, because he kept walking. And as he did, he hummed his favorite song. Shit happened when he was in a decent mood, apparently. Seeing the wall come to an end, he let himself jump down from it, and stood back up quickly. Oh…there was a person.

 “Yo. Do I know you?” he asked, looking down at them.

it was all a fuzz, all of it. she had started her day by waking up in a strange room next to someone she had a very small recollection of ever meeting. she had wandered around a foreign city that felt vaguely familiar but wasn’t sure why. the english passport in her bag stating a different name from her own — shannon blackwell. what the hell? that wasn’t her name nor where she was from. her name was sofia seară and she was from romania not england. the closest association she had to england was her mother being from there but that was about it.

determined, confused, and annoyed, she’d spent her entire day searching for answers, trying to figure out why nothing was as it seemed. her day wasted on nothing as the light turned to dark and the raven hair girl made her way to the address that was written down as her hotel room. “ce naiba?” she exclaimed as stopped in front of him. she grew silent, eyes glaring as she shook her head softly.

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four: stabbing someone.

@o-malley

laughter and music echoed through the walls as the midnight moon lit the back of the alleyway. it felt like a different world, how lively the club inside was compared to the loneliness of the night. it was as if everything stood still, silence filling the air as the rest of the world seemed to fade into the dark. it was something that felt familiar to shannon, the night being where she felt more alive. danger seemed to lurk in the night and it was something the raven hair girl welcomed with open arms. always searching for that rush of adrenaline knowing each and every time that she was walking a fine line.

though a bit reckless, shannon was far from stupid. she’d learned long ago how do defend herself, having been taught by the boogie man himself. which was why it made it so much more amusing when someone twice her size would end up underestimating her. like the man who currently hovered over her a few feet away from the club’s backdoor. his voice getting louder, rage filling his body as shannon laughed. so she ended up doing a bad trade and lost him a couple hundred? so what? shannon could have cared less, wishing at that moment she’d lost him more than just that. 

her reaction infuriating him even more as she grabbed her by the arm. a jolt of pain running through her body but instead of crying out, she just smirked. big mistake. the moment he let go of her arm, shannon didn’t miss a beat. pushing him away, she pulled out a dagger she had hidden in the inside of her jacket. sharp knife meeting flesh before he could react, his cry of pain being music to her ears as she watched him react in shock to the blood leaving his body. 

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mypetersbvrg:

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Dmitri had always enjoyed people-watching. for one, he loved stories. his own was stained with blood and loss, thus considered far from worth of telling. in his eyes, in which innonce had long disappeared, a lot could be said about a person if you paid attention to the little details – the way their shoelaces were tied, the look of their hair, their stride. secondly, due to so many years in the palace where he was only allowed to stare from afar. it brought back the memories of the galas and balls held within the garnished walls, and the thin, not-too-clean boy standing in the balcony who’d spend countless hours looking at all the action unfold. it was funny how, given the change of environment, he could still find similarities within the characters he’d spot. 

       his right leg was seconds away from going numb, and so it was that he moved towards the closest available spot. eyebrows gently raised, as well as a smile gracing his lips, he looked at the raven haired before inquiring: “ mind if i sit ? ” 

with one leg crossed over another, shannon sat bored with a drink in her hand as eye gazed over those who walked by shielded by a pair of sunglasses. there was absolutely nothing to do, all thanks to the incept morons who decided to fly them out to france for fuck knows why. the fact that they’d flown them from one country to another was pointless in her eyes. if she’d wanted to travel to another country and play tourist for a week, she would have picked a more interesting place. both places had been ones shannon had traveled before and there was nothing that really stood out to her about them. what shannon yearned for was trouble and the most trouble paris seemed to have was idiotic couples obsessing over getting the ‘perfect’ picture in front of all the monuments. 

she sighed, turning to look at the stranger who had dared approach her. she pushed her sunglasses away from her face as she let them rest over the crown of her head. she remained silent for a moment, eyes looking at him from head to toe before finally meeting his gaze. she gave a small shrug, motioning to the seat beside her. “go for it.” 

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haydenkokinos:

for some reason, hayden began to frequent bards and clubs the more he was in paris — perhaps it was because he felt like he could relax more here. france was a place where he could never feel pressured, unless someone from back home decided to call him up and issue a report about the shenanigans of the company. luckily for him, it’d only been one occurrence, solely because someone accidentally wiped out the statistics for that day — now that was enough to get him truly riled up. he could feel himself slowly getting back into his college habits: drinking, mostly; easing back into hard liquor rather than just wine. taking a deep sigh, he asked for another round, watching the bartender fill up his glass once more. it was hypnotic, almost — but it ended as quickly as it had begun with a familiar voice. a small groan left his lips as shannon eventually came into view, the young girl’s presence changing his mood. it was finally nice to be left alone without her constantly trying to “seduce” him. he turned to her, shaking his head. “miss blackwell, i don’t know what you put in your drink to give you these illusions of grandeur — perhaps try someone… i don’t know, more appropriate for your age group.”

“ugh,” shannon groaned, wondering how someone that looked like that could sound like someone who had been born in the fifties. it still baffled her how painfully boring a conversation with him could be. but shannon wasn’t one to back away from a challenge, especially one that looked like him. she was determined — to do what? well, that question was still up in the air because shannon honestly wasn’t sure at this point though a good guess was easing hayden’s behavior around her. “for the love of hades,” shannon sighed, “my name is shannon. think you can say that? or do you need me to spell it out for you?” she took a swig, letting the liquid burn down her throat as she set the glass down. “more appropriate for my age?” she snickered, half amused and half offended. “what do you think i am, twelve? i can assure you that i’m in the appropriate age group and maybe if you’d give me the time of day, i could prove it too.”

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 cleverasthedevill:

The only thing Carla was about to light on fire was Shannon. Oh, this one constantly pushed her patience. She had a lot in common with her dear Raina, if Carla was being honest with herself. The biggest difference being Raina has never crossed her. This girl also begged for a fight while Raina simply could care less. The parallels made Carla feel good about who she chose to spend her time with. Her time was very precious, after all. Her temper was screaming at her to do something, but for once, Carla shoved the urge down.  She wanted to smack this girl on the head and lecture her on being smarter about who she snatched things from at the same time. Carla never did like dealing with children much. They needed too much attention and Carla had better things to do than give into it.

She sighed deeply. It truly was best to not waste her fury on this girl. Instead she reached into her clutch and brought out another cigarette, lighting this one for herself. She brought it to her lips and inhaled deeply, letting the wave of smoke fill her lungs and calm her nerves, before exhaling in front of the younger girl. “You really must do the most. Why are you picking a fight with me now, darling?”

brown eyes watched carefully as she observed carla, taking note of her reaction — or rather, lack of. the older brunette was someone shannon still hadn’t formed a solid opinion about. on one hand, the air she had about her was something shannon could admire. she didn’t act like an overexcited puppy like the greater half of them. she could care less and shannon liked that. on the other, the fact that shannon couldn’t exactly get a reaction out of her was terribly boring. carla seemed like a worthy challenge but the fact that she didn’t take the bite made it impossible for shannon to actually figure it out.

 so instead, she leaned against the wall and rolled her eyes. letting a puff of air leave her lips as she exhaled. she looked at carla with a bored expression in her eyes as a small mischievous smirk cured at the corner of her lips. she cocked her head to the side, wrist dangling in front of her. she shook her head softly. “a fight?” she pursed her lips together, giving a small shrug, “boredom?” a small chuckled left her lips. “i guess it also depends on what you want to call it. you call it a fight — i say trying to make a new friend.”

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[maliafieri]

rp-starters-ask-box-fillers:

1. Exercising 2. Singing  3. Dancing 4. Stabbing someone 5. Stealing something 6. Kissing someone 7. Naked 8. In shower 9. Sleepwalking 10. Drawing 11. “Playing with themselves” 12. Picking up flowers 13. Cooking 14. With bloody hands and clothes 15. Playing with pet 16. Secretly crying 17. Writting goodbye letter 18. Talking to a bird 19. Climbing trees 20. Suffocating someone 21. Slapping them 22. In bed with someone else 23. Reading your muses diary 24. Preparing bath with rose petals 25. Practicing archery 26. Cosplaying 27. Lost in forest 28. Copying them 29. Trying to scare them 30. Talking in their sleep about them

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@haydenkokinos

a smirk formed on shannon’s lips as she spotted the all too familiar man at the other end of the bar. it’d been a while since she’d seen him — probably not since they’d left sacramento. which was a bummer to say the least because barcelona could have been way more fun with the greek god around. at least then she would have had some type of enjoyment throughout the trip. sure, saying she was still obsessed with the older man was an understatement but more than anything, the fact he was so uncomfortable around her just made her want to bother him even more. she had to win him over one way or another, right? right. at least that’s what she told herself as she walked over to the other side of the bar where he sat. inviting herself to the empty seat next to him, she reached over and picked up the drink that sat in front of him. as she swirled the drink in her hand, her eyes stayed glued on him. “la ville de l’amour,” she grinned, “the city of love — rumor has it, that’s what this city’s about. now, i didn’t quite believe it .. until now. it’s like fate put us in the same place at the right time. i mean, crazy. we’re in this beautiful city, you’re all alone, i’m all alone. just imagine the possibilities.” 

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cleverasthedevill:

Paris, one of Carla’s favorite places to visit. She had never felt more relaxed since becoming a part of the astra program. The moment she got off the plane, she tossed her things into her hotel room and began exploring the city. It was like a second home to her, really, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to take her sweet time strolling along. She wasn’t worried about any other astranauts, stupid plane trouble, or her struggling muse for her designs. There was an actual smile on her face as she walked.

It didn’t last for long though. She was pulling out a cigarette and was just about to light it when she noticed them.Of course a fellow astranaut was approaching her. “Darling, I don’t mean to be rude but….don’t kill my vibe.”

if there was one thing shannon was ready for, it was to strangle someone. literally. she craved destruction — chaos, not romantic walks through town and swooning over whatever idiotic thing every other girl seemed to fall for in paris. everything here was too calm for her liking and seeing how everyone seemed like they were walking on clouds, it just irritated her more. the only good thing she’d done so far in paris was to go on a shopping spree, courtesy of the handful of morons who were dumb enough to fall for the ‘i lost my luggage’ ruse mistakingly thinking their helpful hand would get them somewhere with shannon. but even that had gotten old and the raven haired girl found herself wandering up and down the streets looking for something that caught her behavior. 

that interesting thing being someone as she spotted carla a few feet away. they weren’t friends but they weren’t enemies either. eyebrows raised, she gazed at the brunette with a bored expression, not necessarily caring about how the other felt toward her surprising presence. “darling,” she gave carla a small smile as she snatched the cigarette from carla’s fingers and held it out for her to light, “i don’t care.” 

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three hours in surrounded by a couple of empty glasses, shannon sat at the bar with a drink cradled between her fingers. her night consisting of dancing with hot strangers and being treated to drinks by others who thought they were about to get lucky. her current situation having to deal with the latter as a random drunk who had gotten her the drink on her hand was starting to become a little instant. the raven haired growing tired of it, he was headed into dangerous territory as he placed his hand on her thigh. yet instead of choosing her favorite route of violence, shannon sat calmly, finishing off her drink. “imi pare rau,” she smirked, “i’m with someone.” before letting the boozy idiot finish, shannon turned to the person next to her, placing a hand on their face and her lips on their’s.

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rcbbiewhite:

I’m late, i’m late, i’m late. The words that echoed in Robert’s mind as soon as he landed in Barcelona.  On top of leaving the comfort of Manchester, he was in a country he had never been to.  But was he really late for anything? All he really had to do was check into his hotel. That and call his mum to let her know he landed safely. Unfortunately, his phone had died and he was about a block away from the hotel. What made him even more anxious was the fact that he didn’t know what time it was. I’m late. He gripped his luggage tightly, almost to the point where his knuckles were white and shuffled through the crowd of people awkwardly.  But of course, it was a matter of minutes before Robert’s clumsiness took over. Suddenly, he collided with the person in front of him, luggage flying. “ohmygod. Pardon me.. I-I am so sorry.” he muttered, eyes wide, breath hitched in his throat. Well at least he arrived at the hotel. One less thing to check off his list of worries.

in a perfect world, spain should have been the dream of a lifetime. shannon should have been as excited as could be but the truth was far from that. not only was she utterly bored but she was pissed too. what the fuck was she expected to do in barcelona? ugh. they’d been here for what? a week now? maybe two? fuck, it could have been a month really. it sure as hell felt like it. aside from the endless clubs and round of free drinks, there was nothing here that was actually worth her time. how the hell was she suppose to do her mom’s bidding if they’d taken her out of the one place her mother had sent her to ‘work’? she couldn’t, so she’d finally resigned to enjoy whatever she could — or at least try to. with a clutch in hand, she made her way out of the elevator toward the door ready to hit whatever club she’d stumble upon. or that’s what the plan was until someone sent her stumbling back. eyes narrowing into daggers as she caught herself. “you’re sorry?” she repeated. “no, sweetheart. you’re fucking blind is what you are. or are you just simply stupid?” she taunted. “how about next time instead of having that idiotic look on your face you watch where you’re going and we avoid this type of displeasing encounter?”

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tuffestthorston:

 Tate sighed deeply, leaning back against the stone wall behind him. He had just gotten out of the gym, and along with the bruises from his one-sided fight with Ruby, his knuckles were bleeding. Again… Grumbling quietly to himself, all Thor-dammit type swearing, he sat and pulled the bandages from his bag. In the back of his mind, he was thankful he’d brought them, but at the front of his mind, he was angry that as much as this happened, he still couldn’t get them on tight enough.

 “What are you looking at?” he asked the shadow suddenly before him.

“someone who got his ass kicked,” shannon smirked. eyes falling to the guy’s hands as she observed the bloody knuckles. with her palm on the stone wall, she leaned her body against it facing the blonde. “funny, you don’t look like the type that usually gets his ass handed to him. did thor suddenly fall from the skies and decide to kick your ass? or did you suddenly decide you wanted to moonlight as a punching bag?”

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maliafieri:

“Oh no. You’ve pretended not to know me. Whatever will I do with my damaged ego?” Her tone dripped with sarcasm and she gave the girl a sideways glance, laughing lightly. “Oh right, you don’t matter, so nothing.” Another sip of her coffee and then she lifted her head, finally looking at Shannon full on. “Well sweetheart, no one likes arrogance and pair that with how obnoxious you are and how much perfume you wear, you’re practically insufferable.”

“who said anything about pretending?” she questioned, “all i know about you is that you have some weird bird fetish and for some god unknown reason you and that termite called my brother have some sort of kinky freak attraction going on. no, i don’t actually know your name nor do i care for it.” the expression on her face was stoic as she glanced at the girl, forehead wrinkling. “—okay? good for you. don’t care,” she gave a light shrug. shannon sighed deeply, looking at her manicured hands instead of the girl. “funny seeing how that’s coming from you but i’ll remember it next time i decide to care about the opinion of others.” she looked up, locking eyes with malia. she stepped toward her until they were face to face. “i’ll break it down for you so your little brain can comprehend. i’m not here to hold anyone’s hands or make friendship bracelets, i’m not here to be liked by anyone. i’m not that desperate and unlike some, i have standards. you think i’m arrogant? well, good luck in the real world sweetheart, everyone’s a bastard. as for my perfume? the fact that you’re accustomed to some weak dollar store knockoff is not my problem. but hey, maybe if you let lachlan know that all you’ve used your entire life is some weak ass diluted scent, he’ll take pity and you and use our family’s money to buy you an actual perfume. lord knows you need it,” she smiled. 

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cleverasthedevill:

Carla liked a girl with spunk. And this was the second time she had seen this girl who had spunk that rivaled her own. She was eavesdropping, of course, when she heard her go off on that poor boy trying to hook up and she couldn’t help but snicker. “Poor fool,” she mumbled into the book she was holding. 

“no. not really,” shannon stated as she watched the boy scurry off. quite pesky that tongue of his, shannon would have maybe considered him as a potential rendezvous if he would have known when to shut up. “poor fool would have been if he tried putting his weaselly hands on me.”