rick grimes . .. : a born leader

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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rick grimes . .. : a born leader
I SETTLED MY GRIEVANCE BY CRAFTING A MASK ( AND I NEVER LOOKED BACK )
“Daughter of the night, dwelling in the aether. She who is insatiable in her desire for bloodshed. Discordant girl, who revels in the chaos of mischief. D i s c o r d C h a o s S t r i f e These are the words whispered on the cusp of her heels as she dances along the blood-soaked lands of an empty battlefield. With a wrath as relentless as the night, she inflicts pain on the deserving. Scorned by her peers, she wreaks havoc. Not by spilling a drop of blood, but by throwing a piece of gilded fruit between the narcissistic deities, proposing that whoever claimed it would be the most beautiful of all Olympus. An accomplished smirk forms as she watches on as they destroy themselves, no sound can be heard from her, except the haunting echo of her maniacal laughter throughout the lands.”
— M.D, The Golden Apple of Discord.
@pcril asked: “ you can’t keep doing this. ” for rick !
inquisitive gaze is quickly deterred , corrupted by vexation at the others unbidden entry , though concentration does not falter at what he was previously doing ; an attempt to distract from the true problems he faced. grim reality twists its tale , when didn’t they find themselves in difficult situations where people were left looking at him for answers ? first instinct would have been for quicker route out of this , temper still burning deep within core but experiences , mostly bad ones kept him from doing so this time and was left with his thoughts but what else were they supposed to do ? her words remind him of the situation he finds himself in , forced breath slipping out between lips before he could mask it. rick wished to be elsewhere , the weight of responsibilities pressing down on shoulders , it felt like a losing battle. genuine contentment was hard to find , presented occasionally in moments of solitude. bitter taste lingered upon tongue as hum left lips before he breaks the brief silence. ❛ what exactly would you do ? is that why you’re here , to give me advice ? ❜ tonality , delivered a little harsher than he expected. he tried to calm down inner turmoil once again , not allowing oneself to give into the feeling at his very core. hues , they conflict and contradict and for once he desires for things to be easier than they currently were. ❛ sorry , it’s been a long day. I have people pulling me in all directions and nothing seems like the right thing to do. ❜
hello brother. independent. selective. private. canon divergent. damon salvatore. brother, murderer, villain, and lover. he looked like the prince of darkness. his heart had seen more then imaginable. stay away from him.
She was very private. I don’t think anyone will ever be able to totally capture her—she seemed so evanescent.
Joseph Mitchell, Diane Arbus: A Biography (via wordsnquotes)
YOU CAN TELL THE HEROES ‘ GO HIDE . ’
sb: mentions shipping
me, a mutual who has never interacted:
I might switch everything over to a google doc at some point but in the meantime would love to do some plotting !
what fortune he had , standing here in spite of the losses he’d caused for not only this community but many more. eternal aftertaste of frustration coils low in gut , perhaps a second chance … despite those under the belief he is not deserving of such a thing and yet here he stood. it is much easier to give the impression that whilst he may be the cause of misery in so many lives , his goals now align with theirs and just to get on with things. by some anonymous force negan found himself here , but that did not mean his previous ways would disappear , in fact , the reason he’s here with the other was for nothing more than his own piqued interest. something wasn’t right , this he knew. now , he made it his challenge to find out. perplexity rouses amidst hues / tiers parting for a brief moment once her demeanour shifts. while her beauty was most certainly a sight to behold , this could not dismiss him from his initial reasons for confronting her. despite these unforeseen turn of events , he remains focused ; unwavering … there’s no way he’ll allow her to triumph him this time. captivated , however , eyes silently take in every detail fashioning her features. far too long had he ached for a fragment of intimacy , locked up and now simply getting by ; he knew the game she was playing and it was a good one. ❛ is that what you really think I came here for ? ❜ he asks , words accompanied by an inquisitive tilt of profile.
a mere smirk captures jester’s sentiments , a lingering silence following ; thoughts become devoured by ways this interaction might go. it captures a spark of tease , her perseverance was admirable but he would not fall that easily , could not let her have the upper hand. ❛ you know , I’m usually not one to turn down such a request from a beautiful lady such as yourself BUT I have the slightest inclination that you’re trying to distract me from what you really don’t want me to find out. ❜
SHE SUFFERS IN SILENCE