#lordtaketh

[plasticdroiid]

my family is back

[prophesyr]

gosh i've been admiring your joseph for days now honestly!! i love the passion you put into your portrayal and the detail of your writing. it's always so great when you see someone so in tune with writing their muse, and you do that wonderfully. your joseph is absolutely amazing!

—   *   for west   /   how am i doing with joseph  ;  always accepting.

so, i let this sit in my inbox way too long, but in my defense, i didn’t know how to even begin to respond to something like this from you. which, let’s talk about how beautifully YOU write him. let’s talk about how you allow him to be gentle and the embodiment of peace while he’s preparing to shove someone off a cliff. let’s talk about how much thought you put into every reply you write. you have such an incredible grasp on him, and seeing you pop up at any time is the highlight of my day.

[glasswielded-blog]

@lordtaketh // sc.

     The days were bleeding together. The bunker looked the same, no matter the time of day, it was hard to think that time was even passing at all. Her shouting, scooting her chair around like it would help her any, had passed into slumped exhaustion as her wounds would just burn with too much movement. Joey tried not to sob when she thought about it too much, but the tracks on her cheeks spoke enough to that—and Holland Valley had heard them already.

     Sick fuck had broadcast her screaming and crying, and Joey hoped with all her might that if she got out—when she got out—she would never hear them.

     Still, regardless of the anger and exhaustion, she couldn't help but flinch and straighten to attention upon hearing noise at the door. She was expecting John, one of his men, but Joseph—The Father himself, gave her pause. She stared at him in silence, waiting for someone else to walk in, questions and comments slowly cropping up in her mind. Where's John? Why are you here? Are you going to help me? No, she'd seen him before. She wouldn't be here. Then—Then, her mouth picked her response without much thought, Joey lurching forward as if it would put more effect behind the words.

     “Fuck you.”

[dcputyrook]

@lordtaketh

Since the beginning, from the exact moment the helicopter went SCREAMING towards the ground, Rook knew he’d be in for a tough fight. The glares he’d gotten in the church from Joseph’s HERALDS to one of the cultists willingly THROWING themselves into the helicopter’s blades was already more than any NORMAL person could handle. But now, hanging upside down from his seat, Rook found himself fading in and out of consciousness. Vaguely, he could hear Nancy begging for someone, ANYONE, to answer. 

Even further, he could still hear Joseph’s haunting voice SINGING. 

A hand raises to his head, touching at the bloody wound just above his eyebrow. The smell of gasoline invaded his senses, clouding up his already dizzy mind. Rook had to get out of here. He had to get EVERYONE out of here before something bad happened to them. 

Man.

Fuck helicopters and fuck cultists. 

Rook shifts in his seat, bracing one arm against his leather while stretching out with the other, swiping at the headset that dangled tantalizingly out of his reach. Come on come on come on. Another swipe. Another miss. The voice was growing closer, louder than a hum and setting Rook’s nerves on fire. No one else in the helicopter was moving; possibly knocked out in the crash. It just made him strive HARDER to get to the headset.

His hand closes around the device after one last grab. Rook’s other hand comes towards it also, making a quick and proper adjustment for him to speak-

They would need more than just the goddamn NATIONAL GUARD.

[lcsthumanity]

            It was time to end it. Weeks of planning and fighting had lead up to this moment. The two leaders stood tall. Behind them awaited their silent armies. “No one else has to die.” Rick’s voice sounded hoarse as he addressed the savior standing in front of him. Too many people had died. Friends, family… now his own SON rested in a fresh grave. Shutting his eyes, tears as painful as his blistered hands threatened to fall. “We can end this now. No more bloodshed.”

@lordtaketh

[killedpeople]

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[careol-arc]

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          ❛ i won’t hesitate !!  so drop the bat right now. ❜  rick thought she was cold, for killing karen and david. she may as well just act the part at this point. why bother trying to be anyone else. there was no one to impress anymore. he’d sentenced her away like she never mattered in the first place. like she wasn’t part of their family. she wouldn’t see any of them again, so what was the point.

[spilledblood-a]

     Gabriel’s ushering goes unheeded. Deafened by retaliation – it’s like a reclaiming and the blood pumping inside him makes him feel very much alive. Instead of a retreat, he pushes forward, gun first, but pausing its onslaught of the wreckage Negan’s huddled behind. This just started ( he’s not ready to end it ).

     ❝ I told you. Didn’t I? ❞ He asks, despite the growing sound of walkers moving in towards them, making retreating back’s not half as possible.

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