#thecrownedalpha

[redfromtheroadhouse]

random love over here from Jax and myself. no matter how much time passes between us doing anything on these blogs Red will always be the one for him.

// =sobs all over= Ugh they really are perfect together. Two lonely broken beings, hurt by their pasts, and in a lot of ways trapped by their present, finding solace and happiness in each other! ♥♥♥♥

[littlesistersammy]

Sits down next to her. Elbow propped on the table and a little smirk curling the corners of his mouth. "Hey there, Sammy." [INVADES UR INBOX FIFTEEN YRS LATER]

Sam glared at the man before her as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Where the f*** have you been? You don't get to just up and leave without saying goodbye." She squinted her eyes at him for a moment. "You're gonna have to work hard to get back my trust and forgiveness, asshole."

[inadequatehero]

[shewalksbetweenworlds-blog]

the vampire boy, the alpha wolf, and the jackal

What are three ships you associate with my muse?

// Mm yes good! Maeve and I much approve!

[shewalksbetweenworlds-blog]

travelerlainewalker replied to your post:

…if our ask thread is meh….OMG I wouldn’t survive the max quality settings!!

// It's certainly not my best work. That's for sure.  Though that's probably because it is in ask form. I mean there's only so much heat I can put in that ask box space. It's not descriptive enough! I suppose all that matters is that you and Laine like it though. xD

[thecrownedalpha-deactivated2017]

Name changer;;

While he was most certainly grateful for the help from the stranger, he was pissed that it had been needed at all. A million times he had told that executive whiner that the gun was for emergencies. The dead were attracted to sound and smell and sight like an animal. Even though they had lost higher functioning brain power and motor skills they were top predators and had all the senses and functiob needed to go after prey.

That’s why he didn’t blame the stranger for saying he should have let Bryan get his ass eaten, an said as much before the idiot could interrupt in offense “I feel the same most of the time. Kinda wish I had left him for Walker chow,”. Bryan glared at the taller man “Look here you blue collar—” but he was cut off when Jax grabbed him by the collar “Shut your face. Because of you we can’t make camp here tonight. Which sucks because I just found a huge patch of edible berries we could eat on for a while an a clean source of water,”. Shoving the idiot back he ignored him as he gave the stranger a look of amused surprise “Seriously? Never met anyone else with that name.”

His brow scrunched as he listened for anything approaching and considered their options “Look, I know you don’t know us. But I think we should stick together for at least the next few miles until we know the coast is clear. I’ll keep Bryan in line and as thanks I’ll give you some of the food I managed to collect. What d’ya say?”

[walkingwhitaker]

The entire act between the two was nearly comedic, something he hadn't seen in a while during his time on the road alone after the fall of the prison. He would spend his days traveling, his nights with one eye open and the amount of sleep he gained was lessening each day due to the anxiety and worry of wondering whether or not his group had survived the fall. Whether Judith and her family had survived. She was strong, he knew she was strong and would make it even on her own but it didn't stray from the fact that he couldn't breath without the proof that she had made it.

There conversation had become static noise as he lost himself in thought until one word brought him back to full attention. Water? He'd found a clean source of water? It had been days since he'd seen anything close, most of what he'd found had been far too contaminated to even bother boiling for purification at that point. If this was true, his desire to bitch slap the suit clad man was growing strong. He was all for keeping other survivors alive and safe but when they became reckless and were a danger to the group he had no regret pushing them off to fend for themselves. There was no room for men like that.

"Yea    me either." He's muttering, listening to the surroundings knowing that the gun shots that had rung out and echoed had called any walker within distance. He only wondered how long it would take before they arrived. His brows rise, he's thinking the man's offer over in his head for a time. Bryan was arrogant, reckless, and could very well get them killed, but for the sake of the other he wouldn't force the bastard away. At least for now. "Sure, but I suggest we move before we do anything else, at least reach a safe point, higher ground, a building to reside in until we know for sure this assholes gun shots didn't ring the dinner bell."

[walkingwhitaker]

"Wake up!" [—Dumb-ass]

YOUR CHARACTER WALKS IN ON MINE HAVING A VIOLENT FLASHBACK AND IS FORCED TO PIN THEM DOWN FOR BOTH OF THEIR SAFETY. SEND ME, ‘WAKE UP’ FOR MY CHARACTER’S REACTION/COMING TO WITH YOURS STILL ON TOP OF THEM.

He shouldn’t be here, he should be at home taking careof his brother the way he knew his Mother couldn’t do toher selfish-destructive life style, but that’s why he was here, standing in the dim lit hallway while a child’s criesechoed in his ear making it near difficult to hear anythingbut. He would stare at the woman, arms wrapped aroundthe infant protectively. The cloth of her Abaya hiding thechild from view. The Arab woman’s eyes were a strikingblue, piercing his soul with a look of disdain. It didn’tmake a difference that her face was hidden beneath theHijab she wore, those eyes spoke volumes to how shefelt that his team & him were storming their home unannounced in search of the men who had attackedtheir convoy that afternoon.

He would assume one of them was her husband, maybeher brother? There was even a possibility one could beher son by the crows feet and whether of her hands.An  explosion knocks him in to the room with the womanwho only huddled more against the wall to avoid any contact with him, Debris is falling overhead, ceiling cracking down the middle & threatening to give way. Hisinitial instinct wasn’t to run, wasn’t to escape, but to savethe child, to save the woman.

             ” السقف هو الذهاب الى الكهف -!               من فضلك أعطني الطفل وتأخذ بيدي -!!!”

She would only clutch the child more and continuously scream no, no     No-! Followed by a common name he’dheard before. White demon. To her, he was the devil andher people were only trying to protect their own from thesemen in uniform storming their streets. Did they not see thatit was their own bombing the streets? It was their own usingtheir children as suicide bombers, killing their friends and family   But they would never see, no matter the cost theywould never see it and in that moment as the roof was close to collapsing overhead, that gunfire and explosionssurrounded them as he attempted with everything he hadto bring this woman and child to safety his heart broke.

His heart broke because he knew she would never trust him enough and would rather sacrifice herself & her childthan to take his hand and allow him to help her. A glovedhand wraps around his bicep and tugs him back but he refuses to leave them, continuing to reach out in somedesperate hope that the woman will change her mind butshe continues to refuse. A voice rang out, muffled by thesong of war. We have to go Jax-! We have to go-! overand over again until the tug on his arm is a force, pulling him back out of the room but he’s still reaching out for herwith pleading eyes desperate now as everything fades &the roof caves, draping over the two in a powerful embrace.

“No-! N O - !" His body is flailing, he’s struggling to pull fromthe other soldier who’s now on top of him, shaking him as ifto knock some sense in to him that these people don’t wanttheir help & never will, but that isn’t the case. A rush, a changeof scenery and a man he’d met only nights before is in his faceyelling at him to wake up. He’s shaking beneath him, shoving him off with a panicked expression, turning over to hold his weight with his arms as he catches his breath & attempts toslow the rate of his heart beat and he’s apologizing beneathhis breath.

[shewalksbetweenworlds-blog]

thecrownedalpha:

The feeling of her form stretched then curled against him, smooth skin pressing against his own, was wonderful. Her warmth, her scent both enveloped him in a hazy embrace that he welcomed as if they were apart of his every day life. He wanted to know this golden woman who he had seduced, and who had in turn seduced him. And it looked as if he would be given that chance. She had left but returned—without the intent of waking him. It was quite rare that he met someone through such means and they had intention to stick around.

And that she did, the idea that there were potentially be more times to wake like this, was more assuring than one would think. A reassuring calm that showed in the slow languid passion that he kissed and touched her with. His fingers ran through her hair and back down to her neck. Fingertips ran down her neck and back, caressing her spine slowly. A pleased rumble was the response as she purred, his lips parting for him to capture her bottom one between his teeth, running his tongue over it before releasing it to move from her mouth to trail kisses along her jaw. “I sure as Hell don’t mind. Gives me the chance to do this.” lips found the pulse point at her throat, parting for him to bite that spot. Claiming her.

[ The queen's lithe form arched into his touch like a large cat eager for the tender caresses her lover laid so softly upon her skin. Too long she had been without such affections. Too long it had been that inviting someone to share her bed meant nothing more than sating a momentary hunger. Lust ruled all her most recent sexual exploits, even with him--- initially. Now though, something was sparked between them in the lazy post coital moments when sweat slicked bodies wrapped around one another and heavy breathes were shared in the minuscule space between parted lips. He seemed to match her passion, and her compassion as well. Knowing when rough sex needs the aftercare of a soft touch and generous amounts of light kisses. ] [ The hand in her hair had her release a small whimper within the heat of his mouth, lip slipping from his owns' grasp as her head falls back, and her neck is exposed to his attentions. Every word ghosting across her skin set her body to shiver, but not so much as when his teeth met her flesh and sunk in with a solid bite.  A hiss of pleasure mingled faintly with the sting of such an action comes as she clenches her fingers tightly in his hair, and writhes against him as a rush of renewed desire floods her veins and pools at her core. ] "Mm-- you can do that all you want, A mhuirnín."