#uphld

[porter-without-ties]

“ i don’t need your pity. ” ( from daryl )

“It wasn’t pity. Far from it.”

[uslivin-a]

@uphld​ asked: “I’m not your girl. I’m not your wife. And I am sure as hell not your problem.” ( from lori to rick )

“ no, you’re not. but you really expect me to just sit back and let you do this alone?”  rick asked, tilting his head slightly as he looked at her with brows furrowed in mild disbelief. how long had they known each other? been friends? of course he wasn’t just gonna let her do this all on her own when he could help.  “ we’re in this together... so i’m comin’ with you, whether you like it or not.”

[isreficul]

  ‘ you talk about the group not facing issues alone, but here you are plotting to take on the bald witch of the undead without telling a soul. ‘ this mortal was different than the others, one who was quite silent but very stern on what happened and what didn’t. lucifer is prepared to be told no about tagging along, about going back to his own home and that being on watch was none of his concern-- but perhaps the archer thought lucifer didn’t care about his safety for him to spill the truth about taking on alpha alone. as much as the devil wanted to see her punished, he couldn’t explain to these clueless people how he did it. and she took things from them he dare not bring up out of the clear blue. that’s what happens when the group think he’s a crazed fool, delusional about being the devil and all.

starter | @uphld​

[belleteyne-a]

@uphld​​ said: ❛  an extinction entity. that is your sole purpose. to bring this world to extinction. ❜ lips curl with amusement, he is vile, twisted, he seeks to hurt those around him and does so with ease. ❛ but don't you worry your sweet lil head of yours darlin', maybe someday you'll have your time just like the rest of us— don't tell me i hurt your feelings. well that ain't right at all. ❜ a chuckle rumbles from the back of histhroat, barely audible alongside the rain that pours viciously.

amelie          was          gone.          a          forgotten          memory          in          the          back          of          yennefer's          mind          as          she          stood          and          watched          the          rain          drops          cascade          down          the          sky          ;          black          and          white          dress          swallowed          by          the          darkness,          the          tar          and          the          bts.           𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲          𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞          𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞,          never          once          leaving          her          side.          they          clung          to          her          like          children,          their          mother          that          allowed           𝚝𝚑𝚎          𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑          𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐         to          happen          in          the          first          place.          the          sixth          extinction          entity          whose          fate          was          to          eradicate          humanity          in          its          entirety          and          not          let          life          be          reborn          as          the          mass          extinctions          before.          ❛          i'm          afraid          you          don't          have          the          capacity          to          hurt          me,          higgs           ❜           ALL          OF          HIM          WAS          ALL          OF          HER.          it          was          so          simple          to          take          away          what          she          bestowed          on          him          and          let          him          rot          and          wait.                    

❛          how          many          times          must          i          remind          you,          ?          ❜          she          questioned          out          of          sheer          anger          and          circled          him          right          there,          right          under          the          little          shelter          that          was          intended          to          protect          her          satiny          gown          from          getting          wet          more          than          her           𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍          𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗.          yennefer          could          walk          further          away          from          the          roof          that          shielded          her          from          the          timefall         and          stand          there,           𝐮𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠,          not          blinking.

❛          what          would          higgs          monaghan          be          without          this          ?          ❜          𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟          𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕪,          a          head          smaller          than          him,          had          to          stand          on          her          toes          to          let          her          chin          rest          on          his          shoulder.          𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃          𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂.          without          the          mask          her          fingertips          now          tip          toed          over,          ripping          it          from          his          face          and          throwing          it          on          the          muddy          ground.         without         powers         he         accomplished          so         much         with.         the          chuckle          that          echoed          through          the          barren          field           𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃          𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐒'𝐒          𝐎𝐖𝐍.          ❛          consider          this          if          you          wish          to          continue          playing          this          little          game          of          yours.          those          who          are          made,          can          be          unmade.          ❜

[uslivin-a]

THOUGHT PROVOKING HEADCANON MEME || ACCEPTING @uphld​ asked: 🎭 - how does your muse handle their emotions? do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? ( for negan )

negan is a bottle it up kinda guy. i mean, he probably comes off as very open and stuff because he is very honest and straight up about how he feels about a lot of things. but really, when it comes to personal stuff, stuff that really matters, he bottles that shit up. for example, he names his bat after his dead wife, keeps the bat with him, refers to it all the time, jokes around, but when it comes to his actual wife, that he named said bat after? you bet he’s not gonna talk about that easily. so stuff that is actually hard for him to deal with emotionally, he tends to keep that bottled up, and not talk about it. not that he never does... but it takes a lot for him to open up. 

as for how he handles his emotions... he could probably handle them a lot better. again, because he bottles up things that is difficult for him, he ends up with unhealthy coping mechanisms, which may or may not include becoming kinda detached from his emotions because dealing with them is too hard for him.

[uslivin-a]

THOUGHT PROVOKING HEADCANON MEME || ACCEPTING  @formidablekind​​ ( & @uphld​ ) asked:🌺 - does your muse have a favorite flower? why do they like it? / negan!

i mean...

need i say more?

[uslivin-a]

@uphld​  / glenn !

it’s a goddamn wonder glenn’s still even alive, much less able to muster up the strength to get up from the bed he’d been laying on for the past couple of weeks while he’d been slipping in and out of consciousness. he was supposed to be dead. negan hadn’t spared him — he’d just thought he’d done him in when his eye had popped out, after the top his skull had been rudely introduced to lucille, and after a struggled ‘maggie, i’ll find you,’  he’d fallen unconscious on the ground. unconscious, not dead, apparently. 

well, what do you know...

of course, rick and the others had tried to keep it a secret from him, probably fearing he would finish the job if he found out. well, now he had. though truthfully, with the state that glenn was in, killing him now would be more of a mercy killing than anything. besides, with that strength and determination to live that he was showing, he’d earned a second shot at life in negan’s eyes. no, he wouldn’t kill him. still... he couldn’t just let rick and the others think that they could start keeping secrets from him. he’d have to do something about that.

“ jesus, would you look at you! you just don’t know how to die, do you?”  he exclaimed, impressed, as he watched glenn struggle to walk over to him, weakly grabbing onto his jacket and yelling out some nonsense at him about being dead, and negan not being real. the smile on his features fading slightly when he heard that.  “ hell... i really messed you up, didn’t i?”  a quiet sigh slipped past his lips.  “ look. you can barely stand, much less put up any kind of a fight, so why don’t you sit down? let’s have a talk,”  he suggested. it would be easy for him to make glenn sit back down, but he decided to give him a chance to do so without having to force him first.

[porter-without-ties]

“ places to go, shit to tear up. ” ( from daryl )

Sam quirked his brow. He had all the places to go, but tearing shit up wasn’t what he was after.

“I’m afraid that’s all you.” He hefted his pack onto his back. Not to say he couldn’t cause a little havoc every now and then (in fact a good amount of his items came from theft when he needed it most), but he didn’t necessarily like to look for trouble.