#becomelions

[heartsbreaking]

cami had always loved going for rides at dusk, but in the 6 years she'd been back from helena full time she'd really gotten to appreciate them for what a precious commodity they were. peace was a tough thing to find in a vet's office or on the ranch. she was really enjoying her time out, until another horse and rider came up on the path. "woah," she drew her horse to a stop on the trail. the light was fading, but she could still tell who she was looking at. "something wrong?" the trail was public property, but close enough to the edge of dutton property she wasn't entirely surprised to see him. still, something felt off about him being on the public trail

STARTER for @becomelions / rip wheeler *

[exiledcrown]

AS A younger woman she had faced many battles, unflinchingly stared down men who would like nothing more than to kill her for the pain it would cause her first her husband. she had not feared it once. now? standing at the edge of a cliff, looking down at the water below, she feels the nervous flutter of excitement in her chest. this had been her suggestion, something she had always wanted to try, yet now she finds herself unconsciously searching for leon's hand as she steps back. ' you've done this before, right? ' turning to look at him green eyes are wide, searching for the easy confidence she has grown to love about him.

@becomelions / / gyda for leon / / starter call

[therapardalis]

[A Place to Live Meme from @badtrigger.]

Anywhere in the US for the place/country/city meme!

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OK, so let's choose ... Stamford, Connecticut!

I've been meaning to find somewhere in that area to stand in for Thera's house in 'Bedford Connecticut' during the late 1920s/early 1930s to go with her IC threads around that time and place.

This one was originally a rental, as she didn't intend to be staying in the area for very long. However it grew on her and she's far more sentimental than she admits, so when it came up on the market later on she took the plunge. There have been some updates to the home over the years, but the general feel has been kept intact.

(As far as USA goes she also has places in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago and Cape Cod.)

(The town of Bedford does exist, but the real one is in New York State rather than Connecticut, so I went with this instead.)

[halliwellauto]

@becomelions for Bishop Heahmund

The night time was the only time she felt free from her captors. She didn't understand how people could hold someone against their will thinking they were doing their god's work. She did put her faith in a higher power and she believed in helping others. But she wouldn't do what they were doing to her. Jacob whimpered against her hand, wanting pets and to leave the church grounds. A part of her wish she could but she knew they would only follow. She wanted to keep her companion safe. She was giving him affection when she felt another presence coming towards them. "Jacob, go to safety. I'll see you tomorrow." she placed a quick kiss to his nose before he ran off to the woods. She turned to greet her visitor only to be surprised by the Bishop. "Do you make it a habit to follow a woman at night?"

[worthyheir]

@becomelions (Harwin) / vaguely plotted starter

Going to Harrenhal to speak to Daemon had not proved entirely fruitless - he had made the agreement with the Freys at the Twins before deciding, against what he had told Baela, that he would head to Harrenhal, rather than back to Dragonstone. It was a shorter journey, and he could, at the very least, report back to his mother about what progress was being made with her army. It had gone well enough, and he had stayed, for a couple of days, to let Vermax rest after the long flights taken.

Whatever this place was, haunted as the stories said, he was not a big believer in that sort of story. Old, decrepit, surely in need of either being abandoned or being repaired, ghost stories were not of the sort he took much stock in. It didn't stop him from, one night, when unable to sleep after perhaps too many hours, he heard it - a scream. The scream was not familiar, but the voice was, like a sound lost to time, a sound of a stranger that was somehow known.

He leaves his room, searching for the sound, finding it coming from the top of a staircase, a part of the castle seemingly left abandoned, and he does go up the stairs, quickly, finds a door closed, the scream still emanating from within, the appearance of flames from underneath - fire is no stranger to a dragonrider, even if he had not felt it's heat when touching the door.

"Hold on!" Is what he shouts as he shoves the door, though it opens with ease - why did the screaming man not just leave himself if the door was not barred? - and the fire is gone, no sign of the flames but for char on the walls and the hint of smoke within. Even the heat is gone, replaced by a chill that hits him in his bones, as cold as the air he'd felt on top of the Wall. He takes a step into the room, but he can't see far into the room, the smoke lingers, clouding his vision. "Is anyone in here?"

[spearwa]

@becomelions is being born again {rickard}

Jiovanni was sore and his foot was beginning to blister where his sandal was becoming worn through. He paused when he smelled the smoke of a fire. Something was cooking too.

He paused and paused a moment to enjoy the smell. He might not be able to taste it but this much was free. When he had joined this life this was one of the disciplines he had imposed on himself- to enjoy things and give thanks even for the smallest of pleasures.

He made the sign of the Seven before continuing on, following his nose. Before he approached the impromptu camp he pulled back his hood to expose his face and held up his hands. Everyone was apart of the Seven but it served sometimes to be cautious when one wasn't sure which part of.

"Greetings, stranger, if you can find it in your heart I am but a Begging Brother. May I share your camp and meal for the night?"

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

she'd gotten the call they had a body just as sabrina had gotten into work so she immediately dropped her stuff off at her desk, grabbed what she needed and headed right back out to the van. the drive was a bit of a slog given the rush hour traffic, even though she was headed out of the city, but eventually sabrina and her coworker did make it. they parked the van at the trail head, and started down the path to the scene. it was still early but the sun was already beating down on them. that was worth remembering when it came to the state of the body, sabrina reminded herself. she'd have to note how hot it had been the past few days in the report. as soon as they came across the csi team, she was all business. "this the only body?" she'd been in the us for most of her life, but she still felt a pang of guilt when she didn't greet someone politely first. "oh, and good morning."

starter for @becomelions / nick stokes *

[legends-and-savages]

@becomelions liked for a starter with D.ante (For D.eckard)

"Huh." Dante said as he looked around at unconscious bodies. "Your reputation is certainly well earned." He walked further into the room. "So why are you here?"

[agentrcmedy]

𝒜 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒷𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓌𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊

~ ScottishRemedy (MelinaxAlec) also featuring NPCs Sebastian and Caolan

created for @becomelions

[heroeslogic-moved]

"thank you, i like to think so." alice never claimed to be humble, but she had to bask in the joy of catching him off guard in his native just for a moment. it wasn't often she got to do that. she and those whom she usually worked with generally assumed everyone knew every language they spoke. it was more of a surprise when someone didn't have a vague idea of some language. "alright," she had the file memorized, but brought out her tablet nonetheless. "this is your guy," she showed him the first page of the file, clicking the image to give him a closer look. "i'm going to be about a block away just in case you need me or things start to go south and i have to give the leash a yank. i'm sure you have your own methods. i'm not here to cramp your style, just keep an eye on you. sound good?" she was giving him a lot of free reign as long as he didn't step out of line. "you good with wearing an earpiece and a mic?" it wasn't entirely optional.

REPLY to @becomelions / batroc *

[kit-just-kit]

❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜ - from duncan

Asks!

"Apart from a hangover and a sore ankle, I'm okay. But I do need to ask you, exactly how much of a tit did I make of myself by attempting the 'Coyote Ugly' trick on the bartop and how pissed off with me was the manager ? Just trying to gauge if I can ever show my face there again......".

[heartsbreaking]

camila walked up to the railing, watching as they set up for another event and the winners of the barrel races were lead out to go collect their prizes. she waved back as one girl waved to her, but took a sip of her beer as soon as the younger turned back around. fair season and and rodeos weren't quite as fun when she wasn't competing, but she was having fun nonetheless. she glanced over as a man sidled up and leaned on the same railing about a foot away. she recognized him as one of the dutton's men. might as well make conversation while they waited for the next event. "surprised to see you out here, thought all you guys were allergic to fun."

STARTER for @becomelions / elias ryan *

[vyrulent]

It could be like a dream

--amy and jerry ( @becomelions )

[halliwellauto]

@becomelions for Lincoln

Aiden was looking over her new shop to make sure that everything was in place. She had been lucky that the shop in California had done so well that she was able to open somewhere else. Though she had to find a couple of new workers as well. She put out flyers around nearby neighborhoods, hoping to get some candidates or at least a few people interested. She was setting up her desk when she heard someone walk in. She greeted the man with a smile. "Hi, are you here about a job?"

[lysytsya]

SHE HAD NOT been thinking when she had called him, afraid and panicked she had called him, only managing to ask him to come here, please, before the phone had been ripped from her hand and thrown across the room. he was angry, he had seen an unfamiliar name pop up on her phone, well, not unfamiliar, only out of place. nikolay. he'd screamed that it had explained her behavior, that she was no good, a wh.re, all things she could take, yelling back at him as she tried to maneuver him to the door and out of the apartment. that had changed when he'd raised a hand to her and the ache of a rapidly bruising eye had been left in its wake.

so when she hears the door she runs to it, self-preservation taking over as she almost collides with him. ' i'm sorry i know i shouldn't have called. ' but she had been terrified, she still was terrified as her boyfriend makes his presence known again, closing the distance between the three of them even as she turns, holding her hand out to keep him back.

@becomelions some m.fia verse stuff

[fangsforhire]

becomelions

Well, that reaction wasn’t what he expected. It caused Brock to stop walking himself, to turn partially and look over at the figure as he seemed to process the information Brock had given him. All the former agent could do was nod slowly in reply. It wasn’t something he liked to think about often, especially because it made him think about all the horrible things he could have done under HYDRA’s control. Seemed to be a habit of their’s to have agents forcibly join but what else was a dying organization supposed to do? A hand lifted to wave it off knowing the other had nothing to do with it and therefore didn’t need to apologize. “You’re fine, no need for that.” He huffed out though he was still properly processing the fact the other was serious and actually upset at this piece of information. Maybe it was also because he so wholeheartedly believed him right off the bat. It was refreshing, something Rumlow didn’t think he’d have from anyone who knew him before the whole reveal. What he did know was that he wasn’t sure how many there were like him, but almost all of his STRIKE wing had been either willingly members or in a situation like him. But the conviction in the others words pulled him out of his thoughts and caused Brock to nod once more as he turned to continue their advance towards the base. “I appreciate that man.” He finally replied as they got moving. “Let’s just get this over with.” 

The whole damn world had turned upside down; he felt like a stranger in his own skin; always so certain of himself that he lived and breathed arrogance. It wasn’t often that he was brought back to earth with such a violent jolt, reminded that even he could be devastatingly wrong. Yet there he was, inner turmoil attempting to take over. ( Why hadn’t he considered that if HYDRA were capable of attempting to bend him to their will, a mercenary such as Rumlow would have been a piece of cake? ) He had been so determined to see him as an enemy, to paint every single one of those dickheads with the same brush. Perhaps it had lessened his own regret, but now it returned with a vengeance; leaving him with an itch underneath his skin.

With a lump now lodged in his throat; he proceeded closer towards the base; allowing his senses to spread, the sound of unknowing heartbeats pounding in his ears. Few things could destabilise him but HYDRA. The very mention of them often provoked savagery, and being so close to any of them was far from pleasant. ( On the contrary; he had to fight tooth and nail not to dissociate and allow that part of himself he would empty his bank accounts to be rid of. The remnants of a demoralised asset, begging to go home. ) How the mighty had fallen in their presence. Never again would he allow himself to be the victim like that, to suffer at their hands. Or permit anyone else to take his place. It was time they were eradicated, but how did one erase an idea? 

‘Six up ahead. Several heavily armed judging by the sound of their weight on the ground - standard sniper at two o'clock, damn they aint taking chances. Watch out for the trip wires, and stay low. It’s your call - you want me to distract or dispatch, Commander?’