#salvashen

Your Result: Chaotic Good 88% You have a sound moral compass, helping those in need, though tend to see rules as suggestions (or, in some cases, limitations). Hence, you mostly confront oppression in all its forms, be it some dark overlord or the school bully, while you simultaneously may run into trouble with authority. Not that you particularly mind, for you believe that freedom is the ultimate good, mirroring the archetypal "rebel hero".

Neutral Good 69% True Neutral 69% Lawful Good 61% Chaotic Neutral 59% Lawful Neutral 49% Lawful Evil 22% Chaotic Evil 12% Neutral Evil 8%

🥪Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

          sometimes it still feels oddly chaotic to think of negan roaming around freely  .  not that he hasn’t proven himself  ,  paul would be one ofthe first to be open to the change  .  as long as civility can be shared , he sees no point in keeping up the hostility that he might have shown at one time  .  his energy levels would tell him he doesn’t have it in him to begin with  .  paul is still fairly weak and he’s taking it as easy as he can despite getting the occasional urges to bolt ( still being too terrified to ) .  

𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .

Being recruited into Alexandria had been the first bit of good luck in a long run of a shit time. There had been some rough times but all in all, great. Returning after some time away should have been a homecoming but it had been a return to help his friends. The Saviors pick up at Hilltop had gone down without a hiccup and he only hoped things were alright back home. Dom’s timing was impeccable. He was met with guns the moment his car pulled up to the gate ( or more so behind the cars outside the gate). Cautiously, he stepped out, grabbing his orange hiking backpack. Bag was barely pulled over his shoulder before hands were dragging him inside. 

Dom kept his cool, at first while they took his bag and started rummaging around. ‘We’re taking half your shit,’ one of the men said, another laughing. Mere minnows like the men who had come to the Hilltop. Only when they pulled out his sketchbooks, protectively kept in a big ziplock, and dumped them out, he surged forward without thinking. “Those are mine–” A hand grabbed him by the collar of his jean jacket and yanked him back. Dominic fought at the grip for a beat before stopping, breathing heavy. 

“ don’t underestimate the things that i will do. ”

Was that supposed to mean something to him? No. Dominic hadn’t been here for the terrorizing. He didn’t understand. Not yet. The look on his face was a mixture of anger and confusion. “Those are private,” he hissed at the man in the leather jacket, getting looks of pity and fear from a couple of the Alexandrians on the sidewalk. Two sketchbooks. The older one was full, the newer just a dozen or so drawings were finished. He’d drawn a lot of the people he’d met. Some from here, a few from Hilltop. Some gorier drawings of Walkers in his older book. The read like a road map of some of his experiences over that least year or so. 

( @salvashen / uncharted sentence meme )

     Glenn inhales sharplyto the sound of Negan’s impatient voice. Balancing a box in his arms, hedoesn’t answer, barely speeds up, but follows the path towards thetruck. Instead, it’s his footfalls that sound harder and thebreath that he exhales in a heavy sigh that shows every ounce of his displeasure, everybit of his will not to hurry up.

     Dropping the box intothe truck with a thud, he looks back at Negan, eyes frustrated but cautious.

@salvashen  ||  late nights  ||  ACCEPTING

Its potential can be witnessed in the frolicking of creatures in the woods, or in the blossoming of vibrantly colored flowers. But even most of the gardens seem to grow back as thorns. 

❝ What was the world like before? What did people do when there were no wars to fight? ❞ She winds her fingers between his, five tips tracing the callouses on his skin. Evidence of a life lived cruelly and hastily. Did he have those bruises and scars before the dead walked the Earth? ❝ I have always believed Mankind would be beautiful. ❞ 

( @salvashen / send 👊 to punch my muse )

     The punch lands hardenough to force Rick to catch his balance. His thumb brushes against his lip,the sight of blood on skin forcing his eyes to narrow. They lift again,determined, frustrated – but alight by the challenge. His head tilts, cautionthrown to the wind as his temper flares.

     No one’s better attesting him than Negan is. That much, he can give him credit for.