#formidablekind

[zagubionywilk]

              >> ⚔️ <<               ❝        WE’RE   after the same thing.  i need the coin and its almost  PERSONAL.   i’d appreciate it if you   stuck out   of it.         ❞                

@formidablekind​  (  for bee  !!  )  /  ⚔️

[urbxnlegxnd]

@formidablekind​ - Amelia 

It was quite the situation, someone had gone missing and for all he knew, they could be dead or their kidnapper could be doing who knows what. But he felt like the clues were leading him in the right direction from his investigation. He was close, he was not giving up.

However, he paused. His phone was ringing. He hadn’t expected that. He picked up his phone out of his pocket and turned on the screen. Unknown caller. What the? He’d of ignored it if he didn't have a feeling about it. He swiped answer and brought it to his ear.

“Hello? Who is this? And what do you want?”

[tenacitybred]

Sky for @formidablekind

[savedpeople]

Arms wrapped the man, her face pressed against his back. the leather not that comfortable against he cheek, still that didn't stop her. " babe. " she let out, a slight whine in her voice. " tell me about your day. "

@formidablekind​

It takes all of a millisecond for Negan to know who it is, the shape of her body unmistakable against his back (and besides, who else could it really be? His wives are never doing this sort of thing, though they really should.) Arms are welcomed around him and an amused little smile slowly pulls at his lips when he catches that whine in her voice.

Hands go to her arms, a gentle grasp as he hums low in his throat. “Where oh where to do I start.” Eyes fall shut and he leans ever so slightly into her, looking all too relaxed and pleased to be in her arms. “The part where I ran this place like a goddamn boss, as I always do, without a single fuck fucking up? Got the idiot in number three back to work, moron finally realized that sitting locked in a broom closet sucks a whole lot more ass than just doing his damn job.” His head turns, eyes sliding open as he cracks a grin.

“Or maybe the part where I was sorely upset to wake up to an empty bed this morning.”

A chuckle rumbles deep in his chest as he turns around in her embrace, gloved fingers quick to capture her chin, tip her head up so their eyes meet for the first time all day. “Judgin’ by how you’re sounding, somethin’ tells me I’m not the one that needs to talk about their day.” Cants his head, a teasing glint in the gaze that studies her features. “I really oughta talk to the asshole that keeps schedulin’ you for those shit morning shifts, huh. Really cutting into our cuddle time.” 

[ofginjxints]

formidablekind‌:

         A heavy sigh left her at the now pile of wet clothes on the floor. As he continued to undress, she excused herself to grab another towel so he could carry the wet clothes to the dryer so he could have clothes by the morning. Returning, he was  almost bare and it wasn’t until she got closer that she could smell the alcohol that lingered on him. Even if it showed in his eyes. Wrapping the clothes up and the jacket in the towel, water still dropping onto the floor, Sky looked at the male.        “ Oh, I’m sure you want to know. Might put it in the next book of yours. ” It was then she moving towards the hall to where the machines where, figuring he would follow as they talked. “ I see nothing much has changed with you. Still having one too many. Do you do anything else on your free time? ”

@ofginjxints​

“I am experiencing a bout of real shitty writer’s block.” He quipped, though not exactly lying. His publisher had put pressure on him to make the holiday period for his next novel but he found the more he was told to do something, the less he wanted to, regardless of the money. It wasn’t a wise decision and Sky would have probably told him so once upon a time were they closer.

“I’m what they call an artist, I suppose. Artists have their vices. I’m often inspired by a drink or two, so sue me.” Peter shrugged as he trailed behind her, one towel still rubbing his hair. “Do you have any smokes? Finished mine at the bar.” 

[warringpeace]

STARTER for @formidablekind​‘s amelia [ don’t get bit verse ] muse: judith | verse: s9

“Watch out!” Wakizashi in hand, she raced over to the small throng of walkers, blade thrusting up to pierce the undead’s chins. She was quick on her feet, retreating once she’d drawn away and killed the ones closest to the woman. Judith lowered the sword to her side but remained alert, finally hurrying over to the other. “Come on, get up! We have to go!” There were more of them now, shuffling from beyond the treeline, and she knew better than to take all of them head on. As long as they managed to reach Alexandria, the guards on the watchtowers could take any stragglers out.

[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?

[kiissme]

          “Is this what you wanted?” her words a tone of utter amusement as she looked at the man with the camera. The one she specifically asked to take over this shoot. It was the anniversary of her first magazine, after all. The very first that started her reign as CEO of Brookes Publishing. That made her the successful businesswoman she was today. She owed everything to that magazine, she wanted to celebrate, she wanted to show the world the woman that was behind it all... And Ripley Kilgore was the right man for the job. And attractive, she couldn’t deny that. A smile spread across her face as her eyes trailed over his form as she sauntered over toward him. Topless, not really caring of the cool air hitting her form, the dress she’d worn for the shoot left on the floor, the sound of the heels of her shoes tapping against it. “Is this the shot you need?” she asked in a soft purr, a hand raised and pulling the camera down to reveal his face. “Or is there somethin’ else you need from me, hm?” She gave a shrug of her bare shoulders, standing her legs apart, adorned in opaque black stockings, garter belt around her. “What you think? Do I hold up to the thousands of young hot things you photograph countless times?”

is this what you need, @formidablekind​? for ripley

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

( Cassie Roosevelt ; closed thread ) sc

                    At the sight of planted grapes, a smile was brought to her lips. She had to go over and see them, maybe get to know the other gang member a little bit.

                    In short, she was a large nerd over gardening. Even setting up some of her own, except in little boxes so they could be easily moved around.

                    ❝ Look at those! ❞ she got a better look at them, leaning down and brushing out a loose strand of hair, placing it behind her ear. ❝ Those are lovely! Is this your first time planting? ❞

@formidablekind​

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for formidablekind : some positivity for @formidablekind. steph is always so kind and patient and will always make an effort to include you!

[deathdippedinarchive]

@formidablekind​ said:  “ did you do this ? “

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS ( ACCEPTING )

      Green eyes flickered from the crimson covered knife and over to the man she didn’t even notice was present until a couple seconds ago. Sliding her thumb and index finger across the knife to clear it of any blood, Vera turned to the man slowly.  ❝No, I didn’t. You just missed it, Chucky the fucking doll came running through this fucker and slashed their neck. ❞ Eyes rolled idly at Bee’s obvious question.  ❝Duh, who else? We’re the only two alive people in this room. ❞

[hustlingdilf]

starter call -  @formidablekind​ - for sky. (;

If there was something that Darcy couldn’t resist it was lil’ cuties with accents-----lo and behold, standing before him was just that. Pushing his tinted glasses up his head, he sucked in his lower lip. It was an attempt to look sexy, or so he thought it would make him look somewhat seductive but in reality he probably looked like he was on bath salts. “What’s that accent? It sure ain’t from around here. Polish? ----- or is it Czech? Whatever it is, you should really consider doing radio. I’d surely tune in.” Darcy ended the blabbering with pathetic wink.   

[gazebobullshit]

ANSWERED ASK:  “ you are smart, and you are strong, and you are so brave.” - @formidablekind​ ( bev ) 

     Eddie certainly didn’t feel like any of those things. He supposes that sometimes he could pull something off that looked like that on the surface. An act of stupid impulse that could be construed as bravery or genius so long as you didn’t spend too much time trying to see what was underneath it. “I want to believe that Bevvy.” His voice had dropped low, face angled towards the floor so that his words were almost muffled against his own chest. He can’t help but think of all the reasons he’s not any of those things, and there’s a lot. Almost twenty years of a life lived being anything but smart or strong or brave. A life with Myra, with his mother’s words, with a version of himself that didn’t feel like him but might as well be considering he didn’t really know what the real Eddie was supposed to feel like. 

     He doesn’t mean to cry ( who ever does? ) and his hands rub at his eyes to stop the sting he feels building there. A watery laugh, head shaking from side to side. “I think I’ve just gotten good at pretending, have all of you fooled into thinking I’m something I’m not.” When he lifts his head again his eyes are distant and glazed over, the smile on his lips not quite reaching them. “It’s okay though. I think I like the pretend version of me better anyway.” 

[savedpeople]

❝ i fell on the ice. ❞ / sky

Winter Sentence Starters | Selectively Accepting (mutuals) | @formidablekind

Negan stands on the industrial catwalk above, watching as the group of Saviors that had been sent out earlier return and begin to filter back into the Sanctuary. From where he stands it looks like everyone made it back fine, and there isn’t any immediate signs that the trip went any way other than as planned. He’s waiting though, for a particular face and, there she is— Sky is one of the last to trail in.

Hand slides along the railing while he descends the stairs, and a handful of nearby Saviors begin to kneel but he motions for them to continue as they are as he focuses his attention towards her.

“Welcome home.” He puts on a grin, sauntering her way and about to ask for any and all juicy details on how things went when he notices a limp in her step. She must’ve read the look on his face, because she explains before he can ask.

“Fell on the ice?“ The same ice her dear old brother had warned him about earlier? He sighs after a pause, sends a quick frustrated glance over the factory at no one in particular. “I sent a fucking pack of guys out there to salt that shit before you even left. Somebody’s fucking slackin’. Didn’t bust your ass or nothin’, did you?” Lowering his voice, he leans in slightly. “Because that is way too pretty of an ass to breakin’, missy.”

He snickers and that grins stretches across his face once more, and his free hand slides around her shoulders as he begins to guide her towards the stairs. “C’mon, let’s get that cute, limping ass of yours patched up.”

[igottabe]

»       CONTINUED       !

        he knows she's up to something, he can tell by the look in her eyes — by now that's already ENOUGH, he knows Amelia far better than it should be possible. ❝ what're you doin'? ❞, he asks but doesn't resist to put his hand into hers. that's some shit Daryl doesn't believe in, but he can't resist her anyway ; his eyes are QUESTIONING as he looks at their hands, palms turned upwards so she can inspire them. ❝ if yer' gonna tell me somethin' I already know, 'm gonna be real disappointed ❞, he jokes.

        —       @formidablekind

[warringpeace]

STARTER for @formidablekind​‘s Bee muse: victoria | verse: pre-s2

A building was just as strong as its foundations. Just as safe as the security measures in place. The latter was the main reason why she had arranged a meeting with him in an outdoor cafe conveniently located in the middle of the city. Rick ‘Bee’ Bianchi was considered by many in the criminal underworld to be the best assassin. Naturally, a G.alavan wanted only the best. Tabitha was a skilled fighter in her own right, but she did need someone to help her. With Theo busy arranging their move to G.otham, she was the one who would be waiting for Bee, a dollar cup of coffee in front of her and a fresh bagel cut in half and spread with cream cheese.

She’d just taken her first bite of the bagel when a shadow covered about half of the table, and Victoria looked up. “Mr. Bianchi?” A question uttered in an undertone, just so no one else would hear.