#lionhawk

[aurelion-solar]

Legends of Runeterra: Heart of The Huntress Expansion Avenging Vastaya - Towering Pairofant - Aurora Hallunatis - Bushwhack Trap - Bonehide Tri-Tail - Captain Kalrix - Crested Lionhawk - Mageseeker Junior - Scrunitizing Sergeant

#legends of runeterra #heart of the huntress #avenging vastaya #towering pairofant #aurora hallunatis #bushwhack trap #bonehide tri tail #captain kalrix #crested lionhawk #mageseeker junior #scrunitizing sergeant #official

[circlique]

I’m the resident artist in our DND group, so I get to draw all the recurring creatures. This is a lionhawk. It’s a gryphon but cat sized. Also it breathes fire.

#avatar dnd #circe draws #can you tell i referenced trico from the last guardian? #dnd #dungeons and dragons

[musarvm]

📂 [Pastel and Cashmere]

-  Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

1. Pastel is the recipient of 3 of the most prestigious art awards in Equestria, all of which she has sitting on the mantle of her fireplace. The Ribbon of Excellence from the Appaloosa Art Festival, The Gold Lionhawk from the Griffish Kingdoms, and the Plotstav Award given by the government of Stalliongrad. (As a bonus, one of her artworks is stored in a very pyramid shaped building in Prance.)

2. Cashmere has a fascination with suits and dresses, they are by far his favorite sort of clothes to tailor. He has a special suit he’s wanted to wear for years but has never gotten the chance to go anywhere important enough to wear it.

#> the tailor < cashmere sash #> the painter < pastel de peintre #> fun tidbits < headcanon #> letters < asks

[rawrampmag]

PRINCE — Deliverance from a new 6-song EP Set Free Again

PRINCE — Deliverance from a new 6-song EP Set Free Again

In recognition of the one year anniversary of the passing of PRINCE [1958-2016] the Rogue Music Alliance is releasing a special six song EP titled DELIVERANCE comprising several little-known studio recordings — previously unreleased to the public — recorded between 2006-2008.

The single has been disentangled from litigation

The title track from the EP “Deliverance ” was briefly made available as…

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#2Pac #DELIVERANCE #Deliverance Prince #Gladys Knight #HITNRUN #Ian Boxill #independent artist #Janet Jackson #JMA Promotion #Lionhawk #Man Opera #neil mach #neilmach #new 6-song EP #Paisley Park Enterprises #PRINCE #raw ramp #rawramp #RMA #Rogue Music Alliance #Set Free Again #Universal Records #Vancouver #WA

[lionsdenblades]

A pair of LionHawks and a Worker blade in matching African blackwood. #knifestyle #knifecollector #customknives #knivesdaily #knifestagram #tomahawk #hatchet #finewoodworking #outdoorsman #bushcraft #survivaltools #tacoma #puyallup

#tacoma #bushcraft #customknives #finewoodworking #outdoorsman #knifecollector #survivaltools #puyallup #knifestyle #knifestagram #tomahawk #knivesdaily #hatchet

[teresamac2009]

"The Love of the Tayamni" series: Pamala Hall at Lionhawk Productions has transformed my books to cinematic magic! https://www.facebook.com/LionHawkProductionsInc/ Reviews: "Like Octavia Butler before her, McLaughlin writes in a lyrical prose that is descriptive, warm and familiar." available at Amazon: goo.gl/8CLY7J #liveaction #sciencefiction #timetravel

#fantasy

[crank11news-blog]

Enjoy 'The Lightning Sessions' by John Mark McMillan on Spotify

Enjoy ‘The Lightning Sessions’ by John Mark McMillan on Spotify

03-Aug-2018: ‘The Lightning Sessions’, album by John Mark McMillan Label: Lionhawk Records.

The fourteenth album by John Mark McMillan is named ‘The Lightning Sessions’ and was just released on label Lionhawk Records and is now available on Spotify. The album is not yet on Last.FM, indicating it’s not all that popular (or just to soon to tell).

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#acoustic pop #album #album release #anthem worship #ccm #christian uplift #deep ccm #indiecoustica #John Mark McMillan #Jonathan David Helser #Josh Garrels #Lionhawk Records #Melissa Helser #music #news #Propaganda #worship

[ustribunenews-blog]

Available on Spotify: 'The Mercury Sessions' by John Mark McMillan

Available on Spotify: ‘The Mercury Sessions’ by John Mark McMillan

29-Jun-2018: ‘The Mercury Sessions’, album by John Mark McMillan Label: Lionhawk Records.

John Mark McMillan’s thirteenth album was just released on label Lionhawk Records and is now available for streaming on Spotify. The album has no rating on Last.FM, indicating it is not too popular or it’s just too soon to tell.

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#acoustic pop #album #album release #anthem worship #ccm #christian uplift #deep ccm #indiecoustica #John Mark McMillan #Joy Williams #Lionhawk Records #music #news #Sarah McMillan #worship

[bastardsunlight]

[Hawk] rubs on Leon like a cat, only she’s a 7 ton 4WD Uroboros abomination in the approximate shape of a nightmare so she mostly just pushes him out of the way.

He is encompassed by her mass and engulfed by noodles; his plea for mercy is utterly muffled. He wiggles, however, hoping to irritate or tickle her into submission. This tactic has a roughly 69% success rate.

#response #shoottheminthehead #lionhawk #vehxmence

[bastardsunlight]

[Hawk @ Leon, presumably while casually extending and retracting her hand noodle] fun science fact: I can generate as many of these as you want.

He’s not even going to pretend he’s not interested, looking her up and down.

“As many as I want, huh?”

#response #lionhawk #vehxmence #shoottheminthehead

[bastardsunlight]

“You’re really startin’ to annoy me.” Her voice a growl scarcely above a whisper, Hawker somehow manages to hold Leon against the wall as if she’s twice the size — not surprising, really, considering that until he’d interrupted her BOW bloodbath she’d been one-handing a Hydra. The Revenant commander seems to have a certain style; the handgun now caressing his jaw with its cold muzzle is similarly weighty, a heavy magnum of some sort that she wields like a toy. Unlike a toy, it is loaded; her index finger rests well away from the trigger.

Outside, one of the survivors screeches. It is — unwisely — hunting them.

“If you’re still here when I’m done dealing with that fucker, I’ll use you as bait for its friends. They like pieces.”

He’s been trailing her a while. They’ve run into each other more than once and every time, she threatens him—but every time, she leaves him morsels. He does his job well and they keep sending him because Leon Kennedy is reliable. He is also a splinter—expendable. Does she know that? Surely she can’t, else she’d have slit him, belly to throat, by now. But then why feed him info? Why toy with him?

“We’re doin’ the same thing,” he points out, hands on either side of his body, palms outward, the arch of his back not touching the wall, coiled like a spring for escape. He looks at her, meeting her gaze—not easily, but not with any fear, not truly. There is a healthy respect there and a knowledge of the power gap between them, but he is not shaking in his boots, has not shat his pants, and does not plan to beg if she holds that awful hand to his throat. “And you keep throwing me scraps… Why?”

#response #tension hrrng #lionhawk #but not lionhawk #but a little lionhawk #vehxmence #shoottheminthehead #blood #violence

[bastardsunlight]

Spicy day? Well, feared and loathed warlord or no, who is the Hyena not to celebrate? The moment they’re alone after the debrief, she saunters over — target acquired — and rather exhaustedly plonks her face straight into Leon’s chest.

“Next time, we’ll make it an email,” he promises, laying a hand on her head and running his fingers through soft red hair. It’s only a matter of time before hand and claw—delicately, of course—find his rear and and start a-squeezin’.

#response #lionhawk #vehxmence #sinday

[bastardsunlight]

It’s not the alcohol talking, but it doesn’t hurt. Her demeanor has shifted almost to an unsettling extent since she’d arrived on his doorstep in the small hours of the morning and even more so since she’d returned again some hours later, hefting an armload of grocery bags with her unnatural strength (who could have known Apex could come in handy here?). She’s in the middle of crafting some colorful appetizer — surely something exotic she’d picked up in her travels, by the foreign and intoxicating smell — when he’s suddenly close enough to lean on and she does so with abandon, dropping her utensils and resting the side of her head in the hollow of his shoulder. Words don’t quite do when you haven’t spent a Christmas in civilized accommodations in better than a decade, and so none come. It is a rare glimpse at what Sarah Hawker might have been before she adopted the Hyena persona, sans even residual toughness or wariness. So much has changed since she had spared Leon Kennedy in spite of his interference — or was it him, his sharp wit and his unorthodox playbook, who had spared her?

Whatever is cooking smells good and Jamie has sent his father to investigate despite Hawker’s warnings that they’d better stay out of her “work triangle” or suffer the consequences. Jamie’s philosophy is that she likes most of his dad so she’ll probably only take something lame and useless, like his dick.

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” It is hokey as hell, but it’s the holidays and he’s allowed. “I was just comin’ in for another bottle of wine.” She knows better and he does too, but he also knows that sometimes he has to provide an excuse for her, despite her evident opening up. There is still some reserve inside that tiny frame. He’s not here to crack it open, but he is here to receive whatever falls out.

#response #lionhawk #more soft. #ft Jamiroquai #vehxmence

[bastardsunlight]

She lets herself in the back door a little after midnight. It’s her usual style, only this time she smells like whiskey more than Leon might remember and when she finally crawls under the blankets behind him she’s less joining him and more desperately seeking his company.

She needs him.

It’s been only a couple of weeks since she last ghosted through his life — normally she goes longer between, but truthfully she hasn’t left the States since last time. One more night before she vanishes into the vastness of Revenant’s reach. One more night away from her perpetual hunt. One more night with him.

The Hyena had been on the trail of a weapons dealer who’d holed up in some shitty motel outside Albuquerque, thinking running stateside would keep him safe. She’d bounced out of there long before the sheriff turned up to the scene and taped it off before another wandering junkie could find the poor bastard dead in the grungy bathtub. By the time they realized it hadn’t been self-inflicted, she’d be back in her no man’s land domain, but first…she’d driven twenty-three hours straight, stopping only to fuel the Escalade — cash, no paper trail — just for another hit off her own drug of choice.

“‘S gonna be a long time this time,” she murmurs quietly, as if she’s afraid to wake him, though she knows she can’t sneak up on him that easily. “Got some puke runnin’ a network outta the Congo, and nothin’ on him but a name.”

She slides closer. Her voice sounds…tired, somehow,

She’s tired of leaving.

“Y’all’ll know when I get him. Promise.”

He doesn’t move, breathing softly and slowly in a way he knows she’ll know is not that of sleep. He is not afraid, but he’s not relaxed, either. Hawker brings with her a unique sort of tension—something pleasant and needy that rattles his bones and settles low in his belly and right in the center of his chest. It’s a radiant sort of thing that is always accompanied by the illusion that Leon Scott Kennedy is more than what he is. It is rapturous.

He doesn’t ask where she’s been or what she’s been up to—he’s got enough contacts high up in the CIA, FBI, DSO, and other alphabet agencies to be able to keep tabs on her trail, if nothing else—but he cannot deny his curiosity. As a bioterrorist hunter himself, he appreciates a professional story swap once in a while, but Hawk’s stories are always the best, told with a slow grin over a glass of fine brandy.

Right now, she needs his presence and their shared solitude, however, not to spin a yarn. His son is asleep upstairs, home from university from the holidays. If Hawker stays, she will make them breakfast like she always does. If she does not stay, he will never know she was here—or he will gamely pretend that he does not, for his own sake and that of his father.

“I look forward to it,” he responds quietly, reaching up to gently grasp the hands that have slithered about his body and now rest in their favorite spot upon his ample chest.

#lionhawk #vehxmence #shoottheminthehead #oh hey it's jamiroquai #love him. #response

[bastardsunlight]

What better way to train against BOWs than to test oneself against one that is not only larger and stronger than most anything else out there, but goes to great pains not to cause any lasting injury? The physical sort, at least — the Manticore has already flipped Leon onto the mats twice.

But he’s a quick study. She’s playing the part of a dumber beast, one that does not know his slightly unnatural speed and propensity for acrobatics, and when he uses her own foreleg to vault onto her head and smack the flat of the training blade against an eyelid (a simulated strike that draws a very real grunt of surprise — one can’t really prepare for a flick to the eye, after all), she staggers and yaws dramatically to one side, weaving and stumbling and finally pitching over on her side in an elaborate death act complete with tongue (plural) flopped out between dagger teeth.

She’ll teach him to revel too much in his victory, though — she lies like this for only a second before one tendril slithers out of the thick mane of the things about her head and neck and wraps rather scandalously around his thigh. If he’s not quick, a second one will join it on the opposite leg a third around his waist, and, well — surely no real monster is going to toy with him quite like this.

“I wish I could say this is my first rodeo, Hawk,” he responds, his voice clear and crisp despite the sweat beading on his forehead. His racerback tank-top is stained with the stuff, as well. They have really been exerting themselves. Hand to hand combat is one thing—hand-to-tentacle is going to come in just as much handy in his line of work. She is very good at imitating the stupid beasts he is accustomed to encountering, those with only one objective and no forethought, but her “play dead” routine is one for the record books. He wiggles against the grip and grins.

“You gunna keep teasin’ me?”

#response #shoottheminthehead #vehxmence #lionhawk

[bastardsunlight]

[Hawk @ Leon] “You’re as smooth as titties and whiskey, or whatever the hell Chris Stapleton said.”

"You had me at titties," he responds, lifting his glass of, you guessed it, whiskey.

#response #lionhawk #vehxmence #shoottheminthehead