#vi0lnt

[godstrayed]

"ONCE THERE IS BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS, THEY WILL NEVER BE CLEAN." steve rogers with james barnes,

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He didn't think it worked that way. A world in which nothing was redeemable? — Seemed hopeless and he refused to exist in such a state. It's why he tried so hard to always do the right thing and make sure he did the littlest damage possible. He still incurred those moments where it was choosing between bad and worse. But Steve liked to think all his effort and his accomplished help right them.

If that weren't the case their hands would be stained with a lot of their regrets and mistakes. “Once you start believing that things are too bad to be fix, that we cannot dig ourselves out of our mistakes, and we are those mistakes —— you've lost it, Buck. We gotta hold onto the things that make any of this worth it.”

[embodies]

❛ should we knock ? ❜ — @vi0lnt. ( donna troy / lisbeth salander )

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salander has always been a little tone deaf, misconstruing sarcasm for sincerity and vice versa. she allows a beat after the other's question if only to accurately discern the difference. she's serious. the hacker exudes a not - quite - laugh, more of a scoff as she rummages through her satchel. black - chipped nails procure a lock - picking set ( well - worn with use ) and make no hesitation in getting to work at the door. ❛ superheroes. ❜ it's muttered more for herself, under her breath but with no apparent embarrassment should the girl hear. the signs that the place is vacant are already apparent, leftover mail still on the doormat and lights off in every window. knocking is both a waste of time and the easiest way to alert every neighbour in a mile radius of their presence. lisbeth has never been confined to honor and courtesy.

when the door falls ajar with only a barely audible clunk, she makes a grandiose gesture, arm sweeping to welcome them both inside.

❛ after you, wonder girl. ❜

[hellconsumed]

@vi0lnt / damon salvatore : ❛  SEEMS LIKE WE'RE GOING TO BE SPENDING A LOT OF TIME TOGETHER. ❜

                 great .  at this point  -   she was  convinced  she was never going to know what it felt like to be at peace again .  not that the doppelgangers life previously had been nothing but sunshine and rainbows to begin with .  but maybe more so - then what it had been currently . it wasn't until the supernatural came in to play .  quickly clawing its way into her life ,  s h r e d d i n g every ounce of her serenity it could possibly take a hold of .  as she felt her once normal outlook on life being masticated before her very eyes -  only to be spat out as if it had now been poisoned .  making it difficult to properly digest her new reality .  it was all so s u f f o c a t i n g , at times .  though with time ,  she would learn how to adjust .  even if the new layers of complication felt as if it hindered her once overly optimistic outlook on life .  it often felt like it was being challenge , specifically when crossing paths with someone like damon salvatore .  a vampire who always had a way of bringing more chaos to the table -  in comparison to someone like his younger brother .  at times ,  making it feel as if she hadn't quite adjusted as well as she thought she did .

                 ❝           okay ,  well if that's the case -  then we need to establish some ground rules . . .   rule number one -  i expect you to remain on your best behavior when you're around me .  that means , i will not be tolerating any funny business from you ,  got it  ??   rule number two -  please don't make things any weirder than it already is .  and lastly -  i enjoy my personal space . . . you think you'll be able to handle that ??            ❞

[luminescenc1e]

The midday sun hung low over the plains of Rohan, its pale light casting long shadows across the windswept grasses. Aragorn sat upon a smooth stone, his back against the weathered bark of an ancient oak, as the breeze whispered through the leaves above. The scent of earth and distant pine lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the simple fare before him.

As he broke bread, his keen eyes turned to Legolas, who sat with his usual grace, his gaze distant and thoughtful. The Elf's fair brow was furrowed, and Aragorn could see the weight of concern etched upon his friend’s features.

“These orcs grow bolder with each passing day, their numbers swell, and their raids come ever closer to the villages. Rohan cannot withstand such assaults for long.”

“We must act swiftly, or the Mark will fall into shadow. Yet we cannot abandon the villages to their fate. We must strike at the heart of this menace, find their lair, and scatter them like chaff before the wind.”

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[azmenka]

@vi0lnt says ❝i want to feel safe again. i want to go home.❞ from Theon

A QUIET CONFESSION THAT , GRANTED , HITS HIM FROM THE SIDELINES . contrary to all rhyme and reason , he feels his spine grow rigid , and cannot help but shift a little , busying himself with a sip of ale so he may pretend not to have heard Theon for another second or two . something in his chest snaps . it's quiet and painful and terribly unique - or so he had thought . every night he'd spent in his chambers in the Sea Dragon Tower while the wind had howled around Dragonstone , he had uttered that very same wish . I want to go home . back to the life he knew . back to his family . back to safety ; far removed from this torture , these fears of one day being killed over a single misstep his father could have made . a ward , they had called him , when he had been nothing but a hostage . a bargaining chip , used to keep Balon Greyjoy in check .

he should reach out . offer a reassuring touch ; a quiet word . build a new bridge by sharing that he knows how Theon feels . he should be relieved that finally , after all these years , they had found something they shared besides blood . this unspeakable trauma of losing love and safety . . . he should reach out . and admit to his weakness . . . ?

" yeah ? " fortunately , their father has long gone to bed , otherwise he would have chided Maron for sitting with his feet propped on the table . there's no one left in the Great Hall at Pyke but Theon and himself . neither apparently able to sleep in these halls that are so familiar but alien at the same time . he won't look at his little brother ; ocean - blue eyes trained on the cup of ale in his hands . and his voice is an uncomfortable mix of boredom and curiosity . " and where's that ? home , I mean . "

[preytale]

there really is no rest for . . . anyone. every hurdle they jump, yet another appears -- larger, more difficult to jump. but they manage, don't they? . . . until the next and the one that follows. and it's so easy to slip into the mindset of defeat; to blame one's self. (she's not quite there yet.)

'it would be nice if just one thing could happen that wasn't our fault.' - tyler @vi0lnt said.

a hand falls upon his shoulder as bonnie turns her body to focus on him. brows furrow as she watches the other . . . things just haven't been easy in as long as she can remember. high school was supposed to be some life altering time where everyone grows and finds themselves and yet -- they were faced with hardships year after year, loss after loss. grief and pain and no reprieve.

❝ hey . . . speak for yourself. ❞ tone is soft and she gives a gentle squeeze of his shoulder before releasing to instead palm his back briefly. ❝ we don't all have to run for the title of worst screw up in mystic falls. ❞

[h-a-unted]

" YOU LOOK LIKE YOU COULD USE A HUG. " queen maeve + @vi0lnt 's cindy moon

She lets out a dry chuckle. Was it that clear she wasn't having a good time? It's been so long since she had that, to begin with.

"I'm doing perfectly fine," she lies, unable to glance at the other as she states this. She can't show weakness, she shouldn't... It was dangerous to do so, in a world like this, with perked eyes and ears everywhere.

"I just need a minute." Maeve adds, hoping it serves a diversion for her inability to actually smile after the chuckle. She sighs, brushing hairs away. "Maybe a drink... You in?"

[embodies]

❛ do yourself a favour : don't talk. ❜ — @vi0lnt. ( damon salvatore / dean winchester )

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the laugh that breezes past unplanned is from gut response alone. he has witnessed some egos in his time ( his own included ) but this guy really takes the pie. a clash of personalities if there ever was one — let alone the supernatural elephant in the room. hunters and hunted were never meant to make flimsy alliances. ❛ no, no, no, no, no. if anybody's tellin' anybody to shut their cakehole here, it is not the vamp with a narcissist streak and too much hair gel, capeesh ? ❜ theirs is a strained relationship that he'll be eager to shuck, just as soon as they've both gotten what they need out of each other. and if the end of the line involves a stake in damon's heart, well . . . you won't catch dean crying at the funeral, he'll just put it that way.

[foulrests]

her heart soared and she felt like a little girl stuck in the dark again,   not knowing what to say   ---   or that she ought to say anything in return,   even.         cassandra knew of words but only recently knew them as they were.         violence was her language.         brutal,   raw,   like her father had taught her to extreme perfection.         now she looked into bruce wayne’s eyes,   saw a reflection of her own figure deep within    ---   screaming at her,   telling her to run and deny and above all,   to lash.         cut a hound,   make it howl in pain,   and one day it will bite your flash and draw your blood.         but cas was broken beyond the ideals.         she remained waiting for a hand to reach with intention of caressing her scarred skin,   of feeding her on the mouth.         now he was here.         but why?        

@vi0lnt's bruce sent: i won't let anything happen to you.

 ❛    you’re too late for that.   ❜ no resentments.         her world had no place for heroes like him.         batman could use the darkness as his tool — cassandra had it as her caretaker.         she bit her nails,   now,   staring up at her shoeless feet upon his sofa.         beloved alfred had brought a blanket,   and wrapped in it,   she looked too small for her age.          ❛   i thank you for everything.         you know that.         you taught me all that matters.         a family, you and them.         but-but you can’t promise me that because we’re facing…   ❜         it escaped her and she wanted to scream,   allowing only a breathe to talk hold shakingly before slipping.         ❛ those crazy.         it is a risk we take,   together.   ❜         together.

[hellconsumed]

@vi0lnt / elena gilbert : ❛  YOU LAY ONE HAND ON ME AND IT'LL BE THE LAST THING YOU EVER DO . ❜

                 the fawn that thought they could , it was quite admirable really . though his intentions were to not hurt the girl . they never truly were - he always found her compassion to be one of the few good things left in this cold , dreadful world . a part of him wished there had been more people like her in the world and less like his brother niklaus . even though his loyalties laid with his brother - he still found ways to appreciate the other as well . ❝           feeling quite hostile today , aren't we - elena ??            ❞ straightening out the cuffs of his jacket , as a slight but noticeable smirk curled at the edges of his lips . ❝           though , i'll have you know . i have no true intentions of causing such vile acts .            ❞

[ofvixensandwolves]

@vi0lnt (Jax)

It’s his first bike customization. He’s been thinking about this moment since he was a child, planning things out for the last few years. It almost feels like a rite of passage, tradition among the men in their family. They get their first motorcycle, chop it, and then take their shot at becoming a prospect. Sure, his grandfather hadn’t had to be a prospect since he founded the club, but his father certainly had to be. Can’t just be grandfathered in. Gotta prove your worth. And part of that is Abel taking this mass produced Harley and making it his own. He pulls his pocket knife from his jeans and pulls the tip through tape, slicing open the box addressed to him.

[luminescenc1e]

Charlie was stuck in Port Angeles when he left Friday afternoon. The weather forecast had warned about possible snow, but no one could have imagined that the almost entire state of Washington would be incapacitated by over twenty inches of snow. Mike had called early in the morning to tell me that the store would be closed, and nothing in town would open, at least not until tomorrow, and that was if they were lucky - especially if the snow stopped.

So I went on my usual weekend routine, I washed the laundry, changed both mine and Charlie’s sheets, and put a frozen quiche pie in the oven while I made some salad. It was odd looking outside the kitchen window and seeing the blanket of snow, I had grown used to the persistent rain and fog that seemed to encapsulate the town ever since I came here. There was a knock at the door, and for a moment I was sure I imagined it, but then it happened again.

Walking down the hallway, I peered through the window and then cracked the door open. “ Jacob? How did you get here? Are you alright? Get in. ” Stepping back I let him walk into the house before closing the door behind him. “ You didn’t walk here did you? ” It wouldn’t surprise me if he did, if I could bet on anyone being brave - or crazy as Charlie would call him - to do something like this, it would be Jacob. “ Come in, get warm. ”

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[thcrealheroes]

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT." homelander from dark phoenix ( jean grey ) pLS THIS COULD BE SAUR GOod

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AN ACCIDENT SHE SAYS ? CURIOUSLY HOMELANDER WOULD SCAN THEIR SURROUNDINGS, DESTRUCTION IN THEIR WAKE. The street was demolished, with no longer a clear path for directions; houses were ablaze, and vehicles totaled, unrecognizable. He imagined this neighborhood used to be decent-looking, one of your suburban-type neighborhoods where everyone knew everyone and got along well. It would be unfortunate if Homelander gave a fuck in the first place. The screaming, the begging for help, what an eye-roll. All this chaos, and she stands in the middle of it all. The older superhero grins at the young woman, looking from the left to the right... she did all this ? Just her ? He doesn't sense other superheroes among them.. so it must be all her. " Wow... " Homelander lets out a low whistle, IMPRESSED, clearly by the damage she has inflicted. Coming forward, stepping over some brunt body he didn't care to acknowledge.

" ... You did all this ? " He uses a finger to signal toward where the most damage was taken. A few witnesses, but he can handle that; in fact, all of this could go away without so much of a TRACE that she was the one who did this. Stops, and now the two of them stand only a few feet apart, flames crackling around them, dancing with the wind; he sees her. " ... An accident ? Really ? All... this ? " She's amusing already, and he enjoys that ! Or, she's telling the truth, which her heart isn't denying... this... was an accident ? ALL OF THIS ? " I have to say... and I'm honest when I say I've never in my life been this impressed until now... you have left me completely speechless. Do you understand how magnificent this is ? I- " Hands laced together behind his back as he approached her slowly; he didn't want to scare her off. He uses his hand to gesture at himself. " My name is Homelander, and I am the leader of the Seven. Who are you ? " 

[azmenka]

@vi0lnt says this is so late, but i write theon as 6'4 </33333

yeah. no. absolutely not. nu-uh. this is offensive. OFFENSIVE. go back to the North and be tall over there.

[usyrps]

THE DICHOTOMY OF THE PRINCE IS THIS: THE FIRSTBORN SON WITH NO CLAIM, A DRAGON WITH NO HOARD. an animal's hunger starves him and makes a creature of him in turn, this appetite sated with his cups, and his distractions and indulgences. the days grow dull with much the same, and aegon has nurtured little interest in politics, poetry, or philosophy to fill his hours with something of value. it is rare that he sees this side of dawn, before the sun is high in the sky, and he thinks being awake is accomplishment enough.

that his presence be required at the courtyard is a fact he is content ignoring. AND SO HE IS CONTENT UNTIL HE ISN'T. standing before him, with sunlight collecting in his kingsguard armour, with a sword at his side, @vi0lnt looks like a knight come from some old tome of history and gallantry, renowned for his skill. unfortunately, even such striking visuals are not enough to stir the prince toward picking up his abandoned sword and attending training — in his youth, he had held onto some misled notions of such glory and honour, but he knows now he is not meant for it, and he sees no point in exerting himself needlessly.

SER JAIME LANNISTER SAID, A CURIOUS WAY OF FIGHTING. IT LOOKS SUSPICIOUSLY LIKE HIDING.

aegon can only groan upon being discovered in his hiding corner, head thrown back 'gainst the stone of the wall he was tucked into. ❛ this is a strategic retreat. i am awaiting the opportunity to pounce, as it were. ❜ the prince insists over the brim of a cup, with no shortage of humour as dry as the wine. his head throbs with the remnants of the eve's excursions to the city and his tolerance comes to be fickle like a waning candle, in regard to this impromptu interrogation. he takes another sip. perhaps one drink will dull the other. ❛ is that not a good tactic, ser? ❜ a glance upward is afforded, tone laced in a causticity denoting mock inquiry, as though daring the knight to advance his ambush of the prince's sanctity.

[embodies]

❛ that sounds vaguely dirty, but uh, thanks. ❜ — @vi0lnt. ( conner kent / malia tate )

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innuendo is not a skill yet added to her repertoire : she's not quite how she once was in terms of literacy, but the niche aspects of conversation are still a learning curve. she's gotten pretty good at sarcasm. but word play ? evident in her blank stare, she appraises her company as if he's from another planet. which isn't technically wrong . . .

❛ you wanna elaborate on that ? ❜ she is deadpan as a confrontation ( just naturally so, a stone - faced addition to any party and certainly not the life of one ) but her question is asked in semi - sincerity. reviewing her words back in her head, she dissects them for meaning and struggles to find an alternative perspective. ❛ i bet you're good with your hands. ❜ a shrug of her shoulders, bemused at best. although malia is unashamed if she was misinterpreted, she does still want to know. curiosity killed the coyote. ❛ it's a compliment. ❜ her nose wrinkles in disdain at the very thought of her insinuating anything else.