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lordtaketh:

“nobody can, but man, you LOOK LIKE COMPLETE SHIT RIGHT NOW. i’m not asking you to get any rest, dion, i’m telling you to. can’t have you fuckin’ passing out in front of me and everybody else. come on, you won’t even miss much. we both know it’s like taking candy from a baby when it comes to hilltop.”

dion remains close; the tips of noses practically touching as he stares negan down. his hands are shaking from pain and yet they end up clenching at his sides to better hide the fact. hilltop was generally quick and easy --- anyone knew that much with gregory being such a giant pushover but dion didn’t LIKE having negan out of his line of SIGHT very often, let alone an entire settlement away. “bring. me. with.” it doesn’t sound like much of an option but both of them know that at the end of the day dion is the type of person who follows orders. this front is an attempt to get the other man to change his mind, not a means of actually disobeying him.

#lordtaketh #oo3. walking dead || savior #my spot;

owlmylove

wrist pinning (◡‿◡✿)

hair tugging (◕‿◕✿)

wall slamming (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧

#ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ {define}

spiretop:

weary sigh falls heavy as he elbows into the doorway, jacket nearly thrown onto the floor. decorated fingers card through dark locks, anxious. long day. belongings brought are set downwards as he heads into the other room. enters to a familiar face. he doesn’t doubt expertise of intruding the studio. with set profession, owen only assumes such skill is obligatory. regardless, the cant of jaw follows an expression of interest. a strip tease of a smirk, the undressing of teeth directed at the man lounged out. ’ the door was locked, right? ’ more concern that he’d forgotten to, rather than dion’s intrusive behaviour.

he knows exactly why dion is here, this time trouble caused on purpose. owen is quick to draw closer, demeanor instantly shifted with dion looking oh-so-comfortable and at home. ’ you were waiting for me? i’m flattered. ’ fake impression in the rasp of his voice, darkening as he slings over the other. body hovering over hips, settling in the opening of his lap. perhaps he’s too bold, too confident in way of sinking against dion. that doesn’t stop the way hues fall to lips, suggestion written all over his own face.

[ @brvisedskin ]

there is no need to move as the door opens; his seat is comfortable and his prey would find its way to him. not much time had passed since he entered the place and settled ---- hours precious, clients demanding. his fingers ache. beg for him to use them properly but he won’t, this time. at some point later in the day he would beat the holy living hell out of somebody but he had other intentions for owen. other desires. this visit isn’t personal; it’s business and yet dion’s cold eyes welcome owen home just as his lap does. warmth is quickly exchanged, hands finding purchase on hips. his. his own. his pretty little owen.

his chin lifts, lips ghosting over the other pair and a smirk forms on his lips. never a smile; never something honest but instead predatory. “what made you think i used the door?” his own tone teases, low and dark like always. lashes lower and tiers press, welcoming owen home properly with a kiss that says they hadn’t seen each other in too long. lazy and slow, tongue rolling out to wet skin. to taste. content, but his voice holds a warning growl when he speaks a second time. “you’re in trouble again.”

#spiretop #trouble;#oo1. main

nocplesa

#ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ {aesthetic}

mrs-fatiizzstyles

#ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ {desires}#nsfw

melisica

#ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ {desires}#nsfw

endless-unfolding

& all the blood that has been wasted—all of it—gathers into deep coherent veins in the earth and calls itself history—& we make it make sense— & we are asked to call it good.

Jorie Graham, from “Just Before,” Sea Change (Ecco, 2008)

#ᴡʜᴏ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏsᴇʟꜰ? {thoughts}

musiingsofasadman-blog

you ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love.

#ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ {define}

cxldlightxfdayarchive-deactivat

These things ain’t sick! They’re not people. They’re dead. Ain’t gonna feel nothing for them ‘cause all they do, they kill! They’re gonna kill all of us.

independent canon divergent shane walsh II penned by quen promo credit [ x ].

#promos #dion wants all over this tbh

Tall. Dark. Mysterious. The absolutely unfortunate set of requirements to make Dion interesting without having to open his mouth. Which he rarely did, anymore. Her voice sounds nice ---- like something that would be easy to listen to all day. A song on repeat. It has more of his attention than he'd like to admit; head tipping and eyes stealing a look from head to toe.