#lesviolents

[ophelia-hendrix]

Starter for @lesviolents

It had been years since she had returned from France. Still, spending four years in what felt like a neverending hell it was a breath of fresh air that the world changed. As she was discharged from the army, she found work in the private sector. They paid better, and she had risen through the ranks quicker than she thought. It seemed like having the time served in the war gave it an extra boost. It was one of the rare nights where her co-workers had managed to lure her to come out with them. Ophelia didn’t always care much for the city nightlife, but now it was alright for women to go out together. They didn’t need to be worried about what others thought of them. 

Sitting at one of the tables with her friends, she noticed some men walk in. It was clear they didn’t fit in. They stuck out in the crowd, and some others noticed them as well. In her years by the front, she couldn’t remember many fates. They all became one face, and she lost more than she could remember. Still, sometimes it was someone she remembered. Perhaps not the name, but the face she did remember. 

One of the men who was there was familiar. Looking at the features it was something about him. Knowing she would eventually get caught staring, she looked away while she was still trying to place the man she had just seen. Perhaps he had been one of those who walked out after a stay at the field hospital. One of the lucky ones that she had to watch walk right back into the war and perhaps not make it home. 

Getting up from her chair she walked over to the bar to get herself a new drink, waiting in line to get the attention of the bartender, she couldn’t help but give the man a last glance. It had to be one of those she remembered. Sometimes it she would spend some time just talking to some of them. He could have been one of them 

[notafossil]

straight white boy texts || accepting || @lesviolents​

[text] I could get any babe I want

    [ sms ] I don’t doubt that for a second, Nat.     [ sms ] You got someone in mind?

[silencedrage]

@lesviolents​ // plotted starter ( for natasha and riley )

            The aftermath of the Accords was still smoking, the rubble at the airport slowly being cleared away. Natasha had heeded Tony’s warning, disappearing into the world as Ross came searching. She heard only snippets of what came after, how Steve and Bucky were also fugitives, and a jailbreak for Clint and the others. She followed the news, knowing what signs to look for in seemingly ordinary newspaper articles, and the longer things went on without a headline declaring that Captain America had been captured, the more Natasha felt she could focus on her own task at hand. 

It was rare for Natasha to feel unsettled, but ever since she had watched the footage of Zemo using the Soldier’s trigger words, and how it was like another person entirely took over, she had to assume that similar failsafes had been programmed into her. After all, the Red Room was possessive of its assassins and it wouldn’t surprise her to know that this was their version of a leash. But if she was going to pull on this thread, then she needed information. Dumping all of SHIELD’s files onto the internet did a lot to put her target on edge, though he was good at covering his tracks. It was what made him among the best, and why Natasha chose to tap him. After all, few escaped the clutches of Hydra alive, and even fewer with some sense of morality attached.  

Most of his file was still redacted, other than a blurry surveillance photo and known aliases. Tracking him down wasn’t easy, especially without SHIELD’s considerable resources at her disposal, but eventually she ended up in a small mountainous town, where everyone was a touch too friendly for her Russian sensibilities. It was simple enough to drop a few curious inquiries, looking for a “Riley Burke”. In a small town like this, word traveled fast, and Natasha settled in at the only bar in town to wait. After all, there was no need for her to do all the legwork when she could simply have others do it for her.

[badasshybridqueen]

She was nervous, which honestly was ridiculous. This was Rebekah - they’d been friends for years. They were family. The hybrid ran a hand through long dark locks, pushing her hair over to one side. She gave a final glance at herself in the mirror - a short deep green dress, loose enough that it hid the very small bump beginning to form beneath it. Hayley sighed and moved out of the bedroom heading for the stairs to the courtyard. It had been a couple weeks since she and Klaus had their talk about keeping the pregnancy to themselves and she the hybrid was done hiding things. Which meant it was time to tell the family who wasn’t still in town. And of course Rebekeh was the first person she wanted to tell. The brunette made her way down the steps, smiling at the table that was filled with pastries and other delectable’s. She’d and Hope had woken up to it. That was Klaus. Speaking of the original, he was currently out with their daughter so that she and Rebekah could have some time to catch up. The hybrid made a beeline for the table once she was downstairs figuring she might as well eat some while waiting for the blonde.

@lesviolents​ Plotted Starter [ Rebekah ]

[ofbrokensouls]

starter for @lesviolents​; riley

Emma had stopped at a street vendor to get Henry some hot chocolate. The weather was a little colder than usual and he’d been begging the last two blocks for coffee. She’d vetoed that right away, saying that an eleven year old had no business having that much caffeine. So when she spotted the vendor across the street, she immediately got in line. 

While she was ordering, she noticed Henry stepped away from her. In a hurry to pay the man, she took the drink and turned around to look for him. Spotting his dark blue coat at the park across the street, she nearly stopped traffic to race across the road to him. He was smiling and leaning over to pet what looked like a German Shephard. “Henry... you know better than to go off on your own.” Seemed like his rebellious teen phase was starting a little early. Seeing a man by the dog’s side, she steeled her gaze a bit. “I’m sorry if he was bothering you.” 

The words seemed kind but there was an underlying mistrust underneath them. Taking Henry’s hand, she passed him the hot chocolate. Emma had reason to be wary of strangers just like any other parent but her feelings were intensified due to her career path. Being a bounty hunter meant she was more suspicious than the average person. It also helped that she had the talent of being a human lie detector. “You’ve got a beautiful dog.” 

[astormofagirl]

It was late in the evening when Aethelflaed attached the small duffel to her horse, the moon bright in the sky. Long dark hair braided over one shoulder as she took a few moments to hitch herself up onto Mani, her horse.  She allowed her gaze to drift back to her brother’s palace - her once home, a breath leaving her. She was supposed to ride come the break of dawn with Uhtred and his men by her side. But Aethelflaed had no desire to place him or his men in harms way. It would be best for her to simply make this trip herself. Aethelflaed clucked her tongue, heel gently kicking at the back of her horse as she road out into the night. She kept her pace steady, not wanting to ride Mani too fast and tire them both out before they put a proper distance between themselves and Wessex. There was a slight chill to the air and she could smell the damp earth as she moved. Not long into her journey though, she heard the quickened pace of hooves not far behind her. The brunette held back a sigh as she was certain she knew who said horse belonged to. But she refused to stop just yet, instead she gave a gentle kick and steered her horse forward, the slightest bit faster - knowing he’d catch her either way, but not wanting to make it easy for him.

@lesviolents​ Plotted Starter [ Uhtred ]

[seesgood]

     As far as she was concerned, Tattoine was the armpit of the galaxy. There was nothing but sand and Sandpeople and things that wanted to murder you in a million and one creative different ways. Besides, there were troopers crawling all over the place. And where there weren’t troopers, there were bounty hunters. And she wasn’t sure which was worse. Crash landing her ship on the planet practically owned by the Hutt clan was just about the worst luck she could get, considering the hefty price on her head. Thankfully, this corner of the armpit seemed slightly less hostile. At least for now. The villagers were nice enough, even if they were a bit off-putting. Clearly cautious. But then again, they had to be. It took her ages for someone to even give her a name. And even then, the name wasn’t entirely helpful. The Marshal. Like that narrowed it down. Apart from that, the only other information they’d been able to give her was that he’d be at the cantina. He’d help. 

The cantina was virtually empty when she stepped in --- head low, hood pulled up far enough to cover any overly-identifying features --- but whether that was because of the limited population or the time of day, she didn’t question. Regardless, there were only a few people there. And it didn’t take hard to distinguish which one had to be him. Armor. Helmet. Blaster. Of course. Mandalorians were all but extinct, as far as they knew. And the ones that weren’t had made quite the name for themselves as some of the best bounty hunters in the galaxy. Her heart sank, and through the disappointment it took her a moment to register the man behind the counter addressing her. Stomach twisting, she knew her only chance was to lay as low as possible. Get out as soon as she could. Before anyone else caught up to her. Trusting this guy gave her about 50/50 odds that she might get turned in, but staying here? Waiting for the wreckage from her ship to be discovered and whichever hunter was on her trail to catch up? Her odds would be considerably worse. Exhaling, Caroline moved towards his table, sizing him up before she spoke.  ❝ I was told you could help me. ❞          /          @lesviolents​   +  a plotted thing for cobb !

[astormofagirl]

Emma pressed a hand to the top of her hat to keep it from blowing away as she made her way down the cobblestone road toward the Shelby home. It was high time she spoke to someone about Finn missing so much school. The boy was smart, but if he didn’t finish up his education - it would all be for naught. The redhead glanced at the paper in her hand, looking at the number written in chalk before glancing back up at the doors. It didn’t take long for Emma to find the right house and when she did, she paused in front of the door, hand raised to knock. She was fairly new to teaching  - she’d only started about six months back after coming back from tending to the wounded as a nurse. But she was determined to be good at her job and that meant talking to Mr. Shelby. Emma knocked gently, but loud enough to be heard.

@lesviolents​ plotted Starter [ Thomas ]