#formidarekind

[jvbali]

“ Give it back! ” / morwen

Nearly 200 writing prompts // Not Accepting

  “Mm, no. Don’t think I will.”

    Julian made the mistake of stopping in Saint Denis for supplies being as he wasn’t familiar with the city, and wasn’t expecting a small street girl to suddenly snatch his bag away while he wasn’t paying attention.                                                                             “Seein’ as it was mine to begin with.”

[loyalshootist-blog]

CONTINUED FROM [X]

@formidarekind

Arthur quirked his eyebrows and watched as the younger girl strolled up to the tree to retrieve her knives from the bark. “Good, good. More than Micah’s done in a week,” he quipped, placing his hands on his belt and leaning all his weight onto one leg. “Saw ya over here, jus’ figured I’d check on ya.” He had just returned from his own work; hunting with Charles and returning with some fresh skins for the camp. At her question, he let out a half-hearted chuckle and shook his head. “I was already shootin’ guns by the time I got to yer age, little lady. I’d only tell ya to stop if I thought you were makin’ a fool of yourself.” He paused, observing the last knife she’d managed to puncture into the tree trunk. “Either you’re really pissed off or ya know what you’re doin’. Or is it both?”

[chaosnradios]

@formidarekind

“They say when a snapdragon dries up, the petals look like a human skull...”

Anastasia speaks over her shoulder as she tends to flowerbed, lightly watering the soil and pulling up weeds. Her fingers lightly stained with the damp earth, and yet, her white dress was as spotless as ever.

“Quite facinating isn’t it?”

She chuckles softly, a small smile on her lips as she looks at the different array of flowers. Anastasia then partly turns to gaze at the other, smile kind and gaze curious.

“Although, I’m sure you’re not sneaking around to look at flowers hm?”

[lastxdragon]

❤

For Each ❤ I get I will Admit One Crush -n You can ask what kind out of these two options: Mun crush or Muse crushes

Muse AND Mun crush:❤ @reekcd (My little sister from another mother & Dany’s sweet pet.)

[savedpeople]

"tired?" / such softness

Send “tired?” to notice my sleep-deprived muse nodding off | Not Accepting | @formidarekind

It’s been while since they’ve been able to do this— have one of their little movie nights. They’re in Sky’s room this time, the two of them comfortably side-by-side on her bed as a small old television plays an even older movie. At least it’s a different one this time, having finally gotten their hands on a couple others for variety.

It’s about halfway through when Negan starts to become unusually quiet, and he doesn’t notice he’s nodding off until his head’s slowly drooping forward and Sky catches him in the act.

“— What?” He snaps awake, blinking the heaviness from his eyelids. The movie’s a few minutes ahead from where he remembers. When he realizes he’s been dozing off he chuckles, looks over to her with a tired grin.

“Me, tired? Naw. Whatever would make you think that?”

He jokes but he really is exhausted, more than he previously thought. Sometimes he fails to notice until he’s finally gotten the chance to sit down and get comfortable. And here, with her, temporarily away from his duties, he’s more comfortable than he’s been in a while.

And so Negan leans over and rests against her, just in case it happens again.

[darachsciath]

@formidarekind  poked for a short starter (for Thrand).

       “You sound quite jealous.” 

[felelemnelkul]

@formidablekind continued from here x

“It can be depending on the situation. Desperation is often born out of adversity, but sometimes that adversity isn’t what it seems.” Emese had her reasons for thinking in those terms. Old habits die hard especially ones hundreds of years in the making.

“Not yet, but I’ve seen this kind of thing before and it only takes one small slip for it to get worse.”

[jvbali]

“ Run! ” / bee

Nearly 200 writing prompts // Accepting

    “—Not leaving without you, imbécil.” Julian grabbed at Bee’s arm in an iron grip, yanking him out of the way of the bullets whizzing past their heads and into the back alley between two buildings.

    How they’d get out of this mess, Julian wasn’t quite sure of yet, but he sure as hell weren’t going to leave Bee to fend for himself against the Del Lobo—they were men to be weary of, and for the common folk, feared.