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[qwannon]

i’m telephatic. your mind screams at me.

psylocke / kwannon.

source: hellions (2020) #1, by stephen segovia.

[qwannon]

❛  you talk too much and you move too slow. ❜ the ever observant. mingling among his crowd does not benefit her so she remains seated. ❛  the colloquial phrase is - you snooze, you lose. ❜

❛  i  reserved  this  seat  before  you  did.    ❜  he  growls,  ❛  i’d  appreciate  it  if  you  left.  ❜

@qwannon liked for a one line starter.

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Psylocke

by Jeff Dekal

[qwannon]

babygirl (she's a murderer who wears her favorite pair of purple slippers around her apartment)

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kwannon, on (losing your) identity.

source: fallen angels (2020) #1. calling a wolf a wolf, by kaveh akbar. fallen angels (2020) #1. the book of disquiet, by fernando pessoa. fallen angels (2020) #3. a letter to my mother that she will never read, by ocean vuong. fallen angels (2020) #6. an ode to everything everywhere all at once, by david gate. fallen angels (2020) #1. they can’t turn back, by james baldwin.

(*) see other compilations here.

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hot and bloody collection (11/∞)

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Kwannon and her little girl.

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who died? no seriously, who is this guy? / @antisupe.

( breaking news: another pigeon-toed politician found dead in his downtown penthouse home. sources say he was decapitated and discovered with a note tacked with blood to his forehead that read 'help them' - ). cue chilling irony. kwannon keeps her arms tucked over her chest, glancing over to the company that strolls in joining her for the view in front of one of those obnoxious panorama television screens. ❛  i suggest you check your phone more often and perhaps direct these sort of questions to siri. you ask me these things as if we share the same name. ❜ man out of time. man that humors her often, which is a rare feat in itself. this moment is no different, yet where her usual inkling of a corner-taut smile would be, confusion overshadows and lays present in the arch of her brow.

❛  this morning, i heard a double knock at my door. when i went to answer it i found a dufflebag full of cash and a burner with a voicemail left for me to listen with directions. that was wilburt hugh, a pocket heavy sponsor who apparently looked in the other direction anytime one of his kids went missing ... until i killed him this morning. ❜ feed the habit. she implored that task with no hesitation, just an inbred desire to hear her katana wisp through the air... and when it sliced through his flesh, it was inhumanly quick. one might consider that to be merciful. ❛  i'm just having a hard time trying discern who would have hired me to do so. ❜ violet gaze peers onward, but there's an alto lilt that leaves the back of her throat and directs her question towards him. ❛  do you know anyone who sleeps with vengeance ? ❜

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everyone lies a little. i lie. / @mindcaterol.

❛  yet you haven't shielded your mind from me once. ❜ from one psionic to another, thoughts can reveal true intentions and are overwhelming loud unless you know how to turn them off, and the elder chooses not to listen to hers mainly to dissuade a preemptive headache... but if cate were to ask, she'd say out of respect. you know, just a little lie. ❛  people who do what's right never fear the truth... ❜ subjective. though it inquisitively makes her wonder what sort of truths the blonde feared to camouflage them under a lie.

kwannon inches inward with the intent to pull back the curtain a little, to look beyond the window of her eyes and into the canvas of her judgement. her tone crosses evenly. ❛  are you still afraid ? ❜

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everyone lies a little. i lie. / @sauvageau.

❛  you are a detective. that does not surprise me in the slightest. ❜ as much as they seek to uncover & provide the truth, they usually rely on falsehoods to attain verity. usually. see the contrast ? but kwannon doesn't remain seated to fester over morals, but rather enjoy the warm hojicha she brings to her lips with a lengthy sip. there's simply no other establishment within in twenty mile radius that makes it the way this place does.

she finally shifts her gaze across to his once her occupied hand returns the teacup to it's saucer, irises narrowed, as if she means to spring a surprise quiz on him. ❛  have you told me a lie today ? ❜

[qwannon]

SENTENCE PROMPTS FROM VARIOUS TV SHOWS

while we’re trying not to die, we still need to live.

dress code is creative black tie. 

in this world, you kill or you die. or you die and you kill.

people like us, we will never save enough lives to make up for the ones that we take.

i've always wanted to kill someone with my knitting needle.

when i'm with you, i feel like i am home.

you can save people’s lives, but you cannot save them from life.

i said i was fine, didn’t i?

i need a life away from death. we should all just let ourselves be a little boring again.

i stabbed him, and now he’s dead.

ew. don’t touch the dead body.

i don't know. just be hot.

my whole life has been defined by this crap. death, walking around blood.

being alone in life is making you a little weird.

from now on, we fuck everything up together.

i couldn’t be with someone who didn’t make me feel electric.

you were always mean when you got scared, you know that?

i know when you look at me, you don’t see someone you should be afraid of. but you’re wrong.

have you been practicing? or did you just suddenly get super human reflexes?

everyone lies a little. i lie.

women who knock rarely make history.

i get night terrors. i usually don’t remember them.

too nice a night to spend it dying slow, don’t you think?

i hope you find whatever it is you need.

don’t tell me i would be safer with someone else, because the truth is, i would just be more scared.

you’re with the bad guys. 

i don't want my life to be all about the worst parts of it. i have more to offer than that.

i think what you’re feeling right now is what it’s like right before you do something brave.

i am the bad guy, because i did a bad guy thing.

there aren’t going to be any good or bad guys, it’s either going to be dead or alive. i want to be alive, don’t you?

stay alive with me.

pushing things away never really worked for me.

escaping to your dreams is easier than living with your memories.

you’re so hot when you talk shit like that.

they were just assholes killed by other assholes.

it doesn’t matter how shitty they are. it still fucks you up when they’re gone.

i can’t just say i’m sorry. i feel like i have to do something.

i’m completely, totally panicking.

don’t choke. again.

every revolution begins with a spark.

i was in love. like out of my mind in love. what was i supposed to do?

we took a look, and what i saw was crazy.

people like me need people like you to save our asses. i need you.

you’re too smart to need anyone. it’s the smart ones who always survive.

i keep feeling like these pieces are missing. like there are holes in my memory.

no one doubts you.

i used to live around here.

blame yourself, fine. but that doesn’t mean you have to let it follow you around.

you took a risk. we took a risk, but it was the right thing to do.

i believe in you.

i don’t think i could ever get over you.

whenever i talk to you, i’m just happy. 

you haven’t changed.

i like beginnings. sunsets are like the end.

some things last forever. like a zombie.

DNA doesn’t make a family. love does. 

standing in front of you right now, it’s torture not being able to kiss you.

we need a plan. 

i know what it’s like. the numbness, the paranoia. sometimes i look at the world around me and it’s like all the light has just gone out of it.

this is a mixtape for the enemy?

now i get you forever.

you don’t grow. you rot.

what if the truth is that we’re all fucked in the head because of what happened to us?

who died? no seriously, who is this guy?

it’s not like i woke up today and thought i’d stab him to death.

i don’t want to be loved like this.

it’s just like riding a gross, really fucked up bike.

i can’t keep starting over because clearly it is not working.

it’s time we get our own shot at happiness.

you trust me to decide the rest of your life?

you have a sense of direction.

you don’t have to keep creating these tragic love stories.

you raised me from the dead. 

wait, you have a crush on me?

i’m so done with trying to be more. this is it. it should be enough.

maybe we can die alone together. 

if this is you broken, stay broken. 

i feel like i can’t say anything right to you at this point.

i mean, you already know i’m bad at lying.

paying attention to things, it’s how we show love.

you’re like a book, but still in the shrink-wrap. 

secrets are poison.

you can come from anywhere and still have a sad story.

sometimes miracles also have miseries.

shouldn’t you be taking it easy?

the woods don't give a shit.

everyone i have cared for has either died or left me.

are you so scared of failing you won’t even try?

you’re the best with the knife. clearly.

i lost everything, but i’m still trying.

do whatever you want to do. i’m done caring about you.

compassion don’t make me soft.

sometimes it’s important to say what you need to say face to face, so that the person can see that you really mean it.

you have the prettiest smile i’ve ever seen. your whole face just lights up.

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this monologue:

i'm psylocke. some of you may have known this body, but you do not know me. i am asking you to leave heaven to fight with me in hell. and i do not deserve your trust. but if you give your trust to me… i will die to protect you. i will kill to protect you. your lives are more important than my own. i give you my word. give me the honor of leading you.

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CHIYOH - HANNIBAL

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“Girl frightened. Girl destroyed. Girl as a symptom. / Girl in a paroxysm of rage. Girl disappeared in a / death-like loss of feeling. Girl as indescribable evil.”

— Juliet Ashbury, The Only Good Girl is a Dead Girl (via godswollen)

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what are you thinking ? / @susponte.

it's quiet out here. the woods are like an open maw of stillness that can swallow secrets or provide asylum with the promise of peace. kwannon doesn't trust peace... ❛  to expect the unexpected shows a thoroughly modern intellect. ❜ a unique stoicism only home to the telepath plagues the quote when she finally responds to him, eye remaining on the optic of the dart rifle cradled assuredly in her grasp. their prize pokes it's head from the drooping bushes ahead of them, the hind of a doe - but what her hunting partner doesn't know is that a another unknown human heartbeat joined them forty yards back, unexpectedly, and she can hear their boisterous mind reeling as they close in on the distance. with a swift turn to the right, she strokes the trigger, aims for the mass, pulls and tranquilizes her game. the mother and her child trot off possibly from the click, possibly from the disturbance that vibrates through the dirt as that body thuds to the ground - but she gives the deer another chance at asylum. now she has something to trust.

❛  his intellect must not be high... ❜ she drops the sedative weapon back near her side, turning to tim with a lifted brow, genuinely curious. ❛  hypothesis. how long do you think he was following us ? ❜

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lucky number slevin dialogue prompts from paul mcguigan's 2006 film.

why are you here?

what do you want?

i got a present for you.

you think that's funny, do you?

are you gonna be a degenerate gambler?

love you, kiddo.

fuck. shit. jesus.

sometimes there's more to life than just living.

you're not as tall as i thought you'd be.

you have a deceptively tall knock.

what happened to your nose?

somebody hit you?

they say bad things happen in threes.

it was an accident.

do you know what time it is?

i'm a… i travel a lot.

how'd you get in?

is this a crime scene?

i think ___'s in trouble.

thanks for the sugar, sugar.

i'm not the guy you're lookin' for.

i'm just visiting. i just got in this morning.

i will break your motherfuckin' nose.

do you mind if i get dressed first?

i think it's better if you let me do the talking.

unfortunately, the lucky never realize they are lucky until it's too late.

people are never happy with what they have.

i live on both sides of the fence. my grass is always green.

i'm just a guy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

if there is one thing i know, it's when someone is lying.

things like that aren't supposed to be real. it's like amnesia.

i'd say you're fucked.

shouldn't you be a little more worried about all this?

i'm not such a bad guy, you know.

you're a conundrum, you.

i was just thinking about what it would be like if we'd met under different circumstances.

if you and i fell in love, we'd have one hell of a story to tell.

so, come here often?

what are you thinking?

you're gonna have to trust me.