#leadlock

[chronal-anomaly]

@leadlock asked:

✨  || Texting and such ( accepting )

[Text: Deadlock Leader] So what's your omnic friend's name?? [Text: Deadlock Leader] Love his little top hat!

[diamantposting]

[atrophite]

@leadlock​   asked  : she should be afraid, her mother's warnings are well remembered, & sofía wants to listen, but she also wants to know. before she can even ask, she has to get his attention somehow, & so her hands pull on the back of his coat, expecting the fabric to stretch to its length & having to repeat the motion. except, it seems the coat is much longer than she thought, & her hands drag & drag with no end in sight, like a magic trick she once saw, & she is too mesmerized to stop.  /  little sofia  ...

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃  𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  likely  to  encounter  the  dead  .  For  their  bodies  ,  fresh  and  pure   --  were  simply  receptive  to  their  ghostly  calls  .  Perhaps  this  was  the  case  .  A  juxtaposition  :  a  body  free  of  curse  where  as  he  --  god  killer  ,  death  -  defier  ,  set  the  stage  for  absolute  misery  .  She  felt  young  .  Carefree  .  A  world  that  he  had  left  long  ago  with  his  feeble  body  curled  up  ,  sickly  and  dying  ,  beneath  burning  pyre  .  She  approaches  him  ---  armed  with  nothing  but  innocence  ,  crowned  with  it  -  and  plays  with  his  coat  as  if  he  were  a  long  time  friend  .  Death  turns  his  head  to  watch  over  a  broad  shoulder  .  Watching  such  young  hands  toy  with  the  endless  void  that  transforms  and  wraps  around  her  hands  in  playful  wisps  .  He  says  not  a  word  --  plays  with  her  by  putting  his  own  deformities  to  good  use  .  The  length  of  it  ,  seemingly  sentient  ,  moves  and  expands  in  endless  waves  for  her  to  feel  .  For  once   --  he  feels  something  .  Aching  and  raw  :  regret  .  He  wanted  a  child  of  his  own  -  once  upon  a  time  .  Ironic  that  fate  has  brought  her  to  him  for  him  to  entertain  .  It’s  something  in  him  that  can  never  reject  the  mere  idea  of  caring  .  At  least  ,  for  a  child  .  He  pretends  as  if  he  does  not  notice  her  --  not  wishing  to  scare  her  with  blank  visage  .  They  can  play  without  facing  one  another  .

[vingthor]

@leadlock​​ said: sofía's been watching intently for the better part of an afternoon, hands holding the over-sized protective glasses over her eyes. he said it's important, for safety, and the sparks flying out from whatever he's working on speak for themselves. she's still inquisitive though, and while looking around his garage offers some answers about his work, there's only one question on sofía's mind. after another shower of sparks, she takes the glasses off. ' hey, were you named after a movie? '

𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 as fast as her crew could trash them. thor’s not exactly underfunded here, but some of these vehicles are gonna need new parts, and there’s no surefire way to predict exactly what’ll break before it does.  so that’s three orders now that he’s gotta place. a few days, at least, until the couriers can make it out here. and in his mind, he’s sorting through which suppliers have better parts for which makes and models, and between that and the gear he’s replacing, he very nearly forgets that he's  babysitting  at  all  ‘til  sofía  feels like speaking again.

thor sets down the angle grinder and pulls the rag from his back pocket. he still doesn’t know what the fuck she’s talking about, but wiping his hands does buy him some more time.   ❝   no, sweetheart.   ❞   he answers, and sticks his head back under the hood. almost sounds like he’s sorry to disappoint.   ❝   weren’t even any movies back then.   ❞    he can hear her pipe up with something like wow, you’re old  from that safe spot behind him, and the full-throated laugh it draws nearly has thor hit his head.   ❝   yeah, i am.  even older than your momma.   ❞

[doctorscrders]

[ 📞 ] ‘ say something.’

[ 📞 ]   PHONE  call         /          ash.     

* SHE inhales sharply, turning away from the receiver for a moment, grabbing the bridge of her nose before massaging her temples slightly. her glasses clutched in hand, the blonde answers the woman will a noted lack of vigour, her comment seeming to catch the doctor off-guard as they spoke over the phone. 

she’s never been the greatest at handling unexpected news like at this, with grace, or even at all.

 ❝  JUST give me a minute, i need to …  process that.  ❞

phone calls.                |                  ACCEPTING

[chaosentity]

i bet she takes the time on missions to look at her baby. but in secret  @leadlock

[herbounty]

@leadlock​:  “ you should go. ” ／ PHRASES THAT REALLY HIT YOU WHERE IT HURTS

                    ❛    i was just on my way out .    ❜

there was hatred in her eyes as she was face - to - face with elizabeth . a history that she once cherished with the other no longer exists , and she has since grown to despise those within` deadlock . sarah was merely at a bar she frequented when the other walked in with her omnic . every part of her wanted to deck the other in the face for what happened in the past , but she remained calm before being approached .

thankfully , she was just about finish with her drink and was going to be on her way . last thing she`d want is cause a scene and give away her position . sarah needed to let go of the past for the sake of everything , but there are bits and pieces of it that will forever stay . a friendship that was torn to pieces was the last to go before being completely over it all .

[coyotefaced]

16.

he was twelve. 

          he was twelve, and the world had already shown its hand. no longer was he just some kid on the streets if madrid, no longer was he courting the rail stations looking for easy cash, if only enough to eat for the night. high blind, call. chips in kiddo. 

he was twelve, thirteen. 

          he was thirteen with enough swagger and bad manners to make a nun blush in her habit, and if he’d seen one, he’d seen them all – the history of man did not suit him in the way he wanted, the history he’d been given was not enough to build on. he remembered at least, the whole, kind static of a wired box that still hums in a soothing blue light, and behind that veil, the heroes he thought he could be one day. if anyone had cared. if anyone had seen him. but he’d seen plenty. a knife, a charmed word or two. he got away with fifty dollars. he didn’t get away long enough, caught by a different entity, and her long, worn face.

he was fifteen. 

         up and down the sierras. each long trek in a sidecar and a woman named lydia at the helm, lydia horne, with her winged laughing skulls and a girl just barely older than he was. just barely. at least, in a sense, supervised, but not to the point they should have been, no. enough that stopping, enough that pulling aside to let them stretch their legs towards arizona felt better than it should have, and old waystation. 

oh. he’d seen this once. 

         and a child, not taller than the scrub, barely fed, barely alive in fifteen years of hard clay and red dirt that he grew closer to every day. he bolts out on ahead, and here

              for once, hands in the tall grass,

              he shifts and watches. just a moment, just for now, a pillar that grows further into the sky without …. telephone wires and buildings and trees and….

summer beats down upon his back, it drenches his brow and he turns back. he watches them talk. he watches lydia horne watch him with eyes he’s certainly seen before at a distance, shirked up close. he steps back towards the hovercycle, and the sparrows, the blackbirds that wear blood on their wings like a badge take flight, the only noise between the hushed whisper of grass. 

the beating of wings. 

             the bloody streak of a raptor. 

[hivegod-moved]

@leadlock​ said: ❝ sorry for killing you. ❞

for a moment she considers anger,   but she knows her beloved would disapprove;   ‘save it for the ones who deserve it’.    she hasn’t quite been able to let those words go            they scratch at the walls of her mind until the cracks are wide enough for uncertainty to squeeze inside.    but,   maybe,   a little uncertainty can be healthy.     ❝  you didn’t.  ❞     not entirely,   at least.     ❝  ergo,   there’s nothing to apologize for.  ❞     an engine hums from within her chest:  proof of her survival. 

                   SAN JUNIPERO    ACCEPTING.

[atrophite]

@leadlock​  asked  :  sophia gives him a kiss on the cheek :*  /  kisses  !

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  .    HE  SUPPOSES   IT  RAN  IN  THE  BLOOD  .  Fearlessness  .  The  unflinching  approach  when  it  came  to  death  .  DEATH  --  WHOM  AT  THIS  VERY  MOMENT  ,  as  knelt  so  low  that  the  earth  almost  dares  to  shatter  beneath  his  weight  .  It  welcomes  him  silently  to  the  soil  --  where  the  world  is  at  a  standstill  and  he  admires  young  eyes  with  deep  thought  .  (  Oh ,  what  a  blessing  it  is  to  be  young  .  )  He  scrunches  his  face  up  --  odd  little  thing  really  .  It  almost  looks  like  a  smile  when  she  kisses  the  marred  surface  of  a  cheek  .  His  mask  has  settled  into  his  lap  . Marking  vulnerability  .   “  Brave  ,  aren’t  you  .  ”

[vingthor]

ZOMBIELAND PROMPTS         /          ACCEPTING

@leadlock said: ❛ who’s bill murray? ❜

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 just how fucking old he is. the shock of it all sweeps over him at once, and the elote he’d been munching around falls back onto his plate with a clatter before he can stomach another bite. the 1980s really don’t feel like all that long ago, if he’s honest, and thor knows for a fact that guy’s career lasted well into the twenty-first century. it’s not like wes anderson would have made a movie without him.

that would just be ridiculous.

❝   what, seriously?   ❞    he’s thrown straight for a loop of rattling off movies, growing only more bewildered as ashe continues to shoot them down.   ❝    the life aquatic? groundhog day? ghostbusters? ——space jam?!    ❞     unbelievable. it’s a fucking classic.   ❝    alright——   ❞   he shoves his dinner aside like he couldn’t eat at least twelve more, abandoning his barstool before she can manage anything in protest.   ❝    we’re havin’ a movie night.   ❞

[gallifraen-blog]

❝      OOOH A HEIST  !    I LOVE A GOOD HEIST  !    can  i  come ?    ---------    what’re  we  gettin’ ?    ❞

starter call      -      @leadlock

[doctorscrders]

* HER eyes remained transfixed on the woman  ---   both of their gazes locked in silent conversation, wordless and motionless as they stand almost equidistant from each other. she’s not sure if the woman is using the time to size her up, but it wouldn’t surprise her if she was.  hell, angela was doing it herself.  slowly, the silence is cut by clear spoken words, a hint of appreciation behind the swiss woman’s tone as she speaks for the first time in what seems like minutes.

❝     YOU’RE awfully surprising    ---   i must say, it’s quite refreshing.   ❞

starter call.           |             @leadlock​

[etheheal-blog]

SHE BROKE YOUR THRONE.     jawline defines with stoic defiance.   vivid cerulean reflecting vulnerable empathy.   manicured brows furrow as grasping understanding strives her psyche.   venomous and dangerous,  viper’s coil allows herself camouflage.   tentatively,  snare triggers the unsuspected awaiting for strike.   unwavering gaze remains as angela speaks.           ❝           you know,  there’s an old saying.          ❞          steady,  fingertips protectively ease ‘pon her weapon.          ❝           before you embark on a journey of revenge,  dig two graves.          ❞

‣     ❛    @leadlock     /     *     vital signs negative. 

[pistolslanga]

if your name's cole now than that's all i'm gettin' you for christmas

if that's the case get ready to wake up to a pile of ashes on your pillow

[burnlaws]

❛ we’re on our own now. ❜ - @leadlock

She said she wasn’t going to cry, and she didn’t, but that fire in those red artificial eyes burned so hot it would put hell to shame. She stood in front of her, putting herself between Elisabet and the fire she started in the trash can. The public denounce of the two heirs of the famous Bellaray family. The were quite the pair weren’t they, standing in the lawn that she wished she had set fire to. But she didn’t need anymore cops swarming until they moved.

                “Weren’t we always, Bet?” 

She turned around to look at her adoptive sibling, wishing they had known each other longer and sooner. But they weren’t dealt those cards. “We need to find a new place to hide the gang... Got any ideas?”