#lionell

[questi0nablem0rality]

Lionell’s got something to say

[burtlederp]

For the sentence prompt: The tears slipped silently down their face, blurring their vision and, by extension, the atrocities happening right in front of them.

The tears slipped silently down his face, blurring his vision and, by extension, the atrocities happening right in front of him.

He wanted to do something, to jump out of the bush he hid in and fight, protect those little ones who couldn't protect themselves, but he couldn't. Samson was stuck watching, with no power to stop it.

A hand on his shoulder made him jump, and he turned to meet eyes with Lionell, who was weeping silently as well. He jerked his head, motioning away from the slaughter, into the woods. It's time to go.

Samson swallowed, nodding, and hesitated. He let his eyes dwell on the sight one last time, let himself hear the screams of the dying, smell the foul scent of blood in the air, let himself be able to remember it, before he finally turned and followed his friend.

[falsesecuritysketches]

Happy Birthday Jess! Ily! (I am the worst friend ever and I don’t deserve you) 

[pika1043]

@roskiiuniverse I showed you already but I drew Lionell for yoooouuuuu!

Have a safe and Happy Easter everyone! From Lionell too!

[questi0nablem0rality]

My weretiger oc, Lionell! Everyone say to them (I’ll post some info about them soon :])

[questi0nablem0rality]

You've been visited by the random OC question fairy! :D ~☆

Is your character more dominant or submissive to the people around them? Do they tend to follow others' orders and wait for people to give them instruction in life, or do they charge ahead and make decisions on their own?

(Aaah so sorry this took forever to answer!)

Again answering again with Lionell because why not?

Lionell is really dominant. Like really dominant. Probably to the point where they will try to overpower even the most terrifying of people. Not only that but Lionell hates doing what other people say, they just want to run around and do whatever the heck they want at any given time of the day. The only time you can get Lionell to do what you want is with a reward. And trust me me when I say that’s few and far between. What Lionell deems as a “safe reward” is cupcakes. You’ve got a cupcake? Well congrats now Lionell will do whatever you want them to do.

[questi0nablem0rality]

You've been visited by the random OC question fairy! :D ~☆

What 'big', abstract fear (fear of being abandoned, of not being good enough, of never finding love, etc.) scares your character the most? What events from their past have shaped this fear? How does this fear affect their actions?

Ooooh this is a good one! I’ll be answering this with Lionell because I love them so much. Thanks so much for the ask!

Lionell’s biggest fear is really just being forgotten. They’re terrified of being another figure in the background with no name and no face. They mostly got like this because of school. Lionell didn’t really stand out in high school, they were just another kid stuck in the system destined to be shaped like the rest of the hollow husks that walked around the halls.

So to circumvent this fear Lionell started to do crime. Started out soft with just shop lifting and the occasional purse snatching but it got bigger and bigger overtime. Lionell craved the attention they were getting, it was practically a drug to them. And after all that work to be noticed, I don’t think they could handle just being another “link in the chain”. They started to do dangerous and drastic things to separate them from the crowd, like getting turned into a weretiger, intentionally injuring themself, getting piercings, having strange hair, the list goes on and on.

[antivanruffles]

i desperately need jamie & lionell #17

17. Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys.

Just some bros snogging bros. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  (also I don’t remember how to write Lionell so uh……?)

“You know they’re going to notice we’re here, right?” 

“If you don’t shut up they will!” Lionell hissed, slapping his hand over Jamie’s mouth. “For the love of all that is good in the world, please be quiet!”

Jamie shoved his hand away, both looking for a possible escape route. Nothing presented itself except the way they’d came, and that was currently occupied with several people they did not need to run into again.

“I can’t believe you decided to cheat them,” Lionell muttered.

“It was too easy.” 

“Clearly it wasn’t since you were caught!””

“Eh.” Jamie only shrugged, pointed at a rather nondescript looking door. It was the only choice they had. Just behind them they could hear the thugs getting closer. They both shared a look before Lionell yanked open the door. 

Inside was not what either had expected; plush rugs covered the wooden floor, thick drapes separating countless rooms that branched off from the main hall. Thick smoke hung in the air, rising from the few occupied tables peppering the room. People were draped over each other, sharing drinks and pipes, and in various states of undress. In the distance they could hear tittering laughter and throaty moans. 

Lionell sighed. “Chased from a gambling hall only to end up in a brothel? How do these things happen?”

“Honestly, it makes perfect sense at this point.”  

“I worry about you. A lot.” 

Behind them they could hear voices muffled outside, what sounded like someone grabbing the latch on the door. 

“They’re going to see us!” Lionell whispered.

With an unusually timid shrug, Jamie halfheartedly gestured to the room at large.

“Fine!” Lionell dragged Jamie toward the nearest empty table, tucked in a corner. They crammed themselves together, partially hidden by shadows. Just as the door opened, Lionell realized they would still recognize their faces, so he did the one thing that would hide them: he put his hand on the back of Jamie’s neck, and kissed him. 

They had no choice but to try to sell it as best they could, hoping the thugs wouldn’t attempt to interrupt anything. Lionell dug his fingers into Jamie’s hair, Jamie’s fingers gripping the front of his shirt. And.. it wasn’t a terrible kiss. Maybe it was actually a really good kiss? 

There was angry muttering as the thugs stomped into the brothel, though they seemed rather uncomfortable with the whole thing. Surprisingly. Lionell though they made a quick scan of the room before speaking in low voices. Eventually the faint click of the door could be heard.

A short time after that Lionell and Jamie broke apart, when they were sure the coast was completely clear. 

“Remind me never to go out with you unsupervised ever again,” Lionell said. Jamie just laughed.