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An indie + semi-selective portrayal of BRIAN BLAKE aka "THE GOVERNOR" of THE WALKING DEAD Comics & the Governor novel series by Jay Bonansinga & Robert Kirkman. Semi canon-div with personal lore. Includes verses in fandoms such as OUTLAST, RED DEAD REDEMPTION, & RESIDENT EVIL. Strictly 18+ and preferably 21+. Dead dove: do not eat content HEAVILY present. Mdni.

Tortured by Gira !

Links: rules. about. meme tag. playlist.

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BRIAN BLAKE / THE GOVERNOR x MEGAN LAFFERTY + Highlights

yall are so fucking lucky i decided to be merciful and ONLY post the highlights

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Got several anons confused as fuck about the Megan thing and I am SO tempted to post the fucking sex scene

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Also YES in case anyone wonders why I’m an AMC hater till I die never forget that they took Brian’s sex worker situationship and turned her into a LITTLE GIRL, and not only a LITTLE GIRL but the daughter of his OTHER SITUATIONSHIP so that his brother had a love interest and daughter stand in for his semi redemption arc

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Hello all!!

So I have NOT been here and I plan on changing that (I miss writing tbh). Starting a new job and dealing with the turn of the dial on a first death anniversary has not been ideal at allllll for creativity but I’m gonna give it my best shot tn

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writes a private a/b/o verse because i make BAD CHOICES when i'm enabled

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"DERE"  TROPES

( Repost  and  bold  which  apply  to  your  muse,  italics  for  what  somewhat/ sometimes  applies, )

DEREDERE:

Lovestruck  /  Cutesy  /  Lovey-Dovey  /  Affectionate  /  Doting  /  Clingy  /  Wholehearted  /  Romantic  /  Childish  /  Self-indulgent /  Dependent  /  Trusting  /  Sincere  /  Honest  /  Heart  on  their  sleeve  /  Cheerful  /  Warm  /  Caring  /  Loyal  /  Easy Going  /  Feminine  /  Sweet  Tooth  /  Innocent

TSUNDERE:

Dishonest  /  Aloof  /  Conceited  /  Prideful  /  Hostile  /  Self-denying  /  Arrogant  /  Irritable  /  Harsh  /  Temperamental  /  Rude  /  Hypocritical  /  Mean  /  Impatient  /  Insensitive  /  Dramatic  /  Bittersweet  /  Pessimistic  /  Jealous  /  Passionate  /  Tough Love  /  Stubborn  /    Secret Soft Side

KUUDERE:

Cool  /  Cold  /  Calm  /  Collected  /  Expressionless  /  Unemotional  /  Mature  /  Independent  /  Distant  /  Quiet  /  Stoic  /  Reserved  /  Rigid  /  Blunt  /  Asocial  /  Unenthusiastic  /  Indifferent  /  Lonely  /  Introverted  /  Serious  /  Hidden Depths  /  Yearning  /  Sharp Tongued  /  Wise

YANDERE:

Devoted  /  Overprotective  /  Possessive  /  Obsessive  /  Emotionally  Unstable  /  Paranoid  /  Selfish  /  Controlling  /  Manipulative  /  Deceptive  /  Extreme  /  Violent  /  Murderous  /  Aggressive  /  Vengeful  /  Unhinged  /  Intense  /  Resentful  /  Lovesick  /  Sadistic  /  Traumatized  /  Poor  Mental  State  / Emotional Outbursts

DANDERE:

Silent  /  Shy  /  Timid  /  Soft-Spoken  /  Gentle  /  Vulnerable  /  Submissive  /  Easily  Flustered  /  Bookworm  /  Wall  Flower  /  Isolated  /  Socially  Awkward  /  Low Self-Esteem  /  Kind  /  Passive  /  Self  Deprecating  /  Nurturing  /  Patient  /  Fragile  /  Tender Hearted  /  Pining  for  More  /  Speaks  when  Spoken  to  /  Sensitive  /  Social  Outcast

HIMEDERE:

Noble  /  High-class  /  Ladylike  /  Elegant  /  Dignified  /  Well-mannered  /  Proper  /  Haughty  /  Spoiled  /  Pampered  /  Demanding  /  Attention-seeking  /  Snobbish  /  Pretentious  /  Greedy  /  Passive-aggressive  /  Immature  /  Bossy  /  Narcissistic  /  Shallow  /  Materialistic  /  Sense  of  Superiority  /  Flirtatious  /  Confident

tagged by: @anthologicals (Thank you!) tagging: @vyrulent (hadley) , @resplendentdare , @eladead , @sailadjusted , @griefkill , & whoever else wants to do this!!

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On the Contents of the Governor’s Journal: Part 1

The page is closely covered with a man’s elegant hand. The script is very dark and the words themselves are deeply indented, as though the writer was pushing very hard on his pen. The handwriting changes abruptly to chicken scratch halfway down the page. Strange tally marks have dominated large sections as well. Doodles and notes in the margins distract the eye, vines tangle around shopping lists and reminders about various tasks. A more detailed drawing at the page’s head depicts what looks like one of the round purple blooms colonizing the Governor’s fire escape… and a femur.

Date: ???

Gabe and I spent the morning mucking out the biter pit. He keeps asking me if I’m okay, and I keep telling him that I’m fine. We got the stall done in 15 minutes. Not bad for cleaning down a crime scene like that. Not that we were taking toothbrushes to the grout or anything. I like cleaning until it comes to my place, I guess. Anytime I’m here all I wanna do is sit down and sleep. I don’t wanna clean up. I’m tired all the time.

Eventually I’ll have to just suck it the fuck up and do it. This place is a fucking sty. But I haven’t worked up to that yet.

I feel so distracted these days. Can’t hold onto a thought, like trying to catch fish with my hands. I keep thinking about the summer Philip and I spent in the mountains, when we went out with dad to hunt in Appalachia. I picked up a bone today and it looked so like the one I found up there. It was one of the long ones, whatever they’re called— A leg bone. I almost pissed on the damn thing, I was so fucking drunk. I remember picking it up and bringing it back to camp with me to show him. I thought maybe it was a fossil or something. Philip told me to get rid of it and I threw it into the woods and didn’t think about it again. I was so young, then. I can’t remember anything else from that day. /

How long ago was that? 22 years now? It feels like a whole lot less. Sometimes I still feel like that 13 year old prick stumbling through the woods, drunk off my ass.

That bone was probably human. Maybe it was some hiker done by the man with the hook hand? (haha).

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It was probably some lady. maybe she ran into a bad sort on the trail— who knows? Wasn’t uncommon then. The 70s were prime time for serial killers. //// I remember when they fried Bundy… /

I wonder sometimes if dad wasn’t one. A killer. Nature versus nurture was always the talking point before everything and now it doesn’t seem to matter. Everyone’s a killer, so there’s no longer a need to ask why. But I wonder if he was.

Philip was a killer. And now I am, too. But we’re different from everyone else. He liked it. He liked every bad thing he did and now so do I. Why? Were we a product of dad’s our environment or is it passed in the genes like the color of our hair? Could I it have been stopped? Were we always destined to be this way? Was Was it always supposed to be like this? ////////////////////

Obviously, sport. You don’t think we got here on our own, do you? This is tired.

Dad didn’t blink to pull the guts out of a doe just like he didn’t blink to use our armpits for ashtrays. You were a teenage arsonist— What the fuck is with you and fires? couldn’t go a day without fuckin anything that moved or burning shit. You got us taken away for it. For a little tail. Are you happy??? //

I laughed to see her cry, my wife. Sarah was so pretty when she cried. You know that? /// Yes.

I knew you and her were together you know. You were bad at hiding it. I may have been the one to cut the brake line, but you were the one that killed her. You.

I keep coming back to the brakes. I keep seeing my hands there. I didn’t do that. I didn’t hurt my wife Philip’s wife/ I loved her.

I was always going to be this way, sport. Always. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

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tumblr devs stop making changes nobody asked for challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)

[dirbenaffleck]

ADAM DRIVER as JACQUES LE GRIS The Last Duel (2021) | Dir. Ridley Scott ─ requested by @safarigirlsp .

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[ WASTED ] with Beth ((HEHEH))

༘⋆｡ college party scenarios.

“What’s the password?”

. An arm is thrust in front of her, blocking her entry to the Taproom. 

. The Governor and his two friends are leaned up against the building’s brick facade, smoking. Their murmured discussion and occasional outbursts of laughter taper off as Philip steps in front of the door. He smiles wickedly at her, no teeth, a cigarette dangling on his full lower lip. “Gabe, does this young lady look twenty-one t’ you?”

. Gabe has a similar countenance to his boss, grinning openly. “No, sir.”

. The Governor leans in a bit closer to her. “Then I guess she can’t come in, can she?”

. Liquor perfumes the air around him, acrid, a dash of chemical to his otherwise rustic masculine aura. Cigarettes, sweat, the spicy green scent of cheap cologne. His black eyes have the bright, feverish glaze of inebriation. If the smell doesn’t give him away, the slight slur to his lilty redneck drawl definitely will.

. His buddies are laughing, but he just stares at her. He doesn't have the faculties to pretend to be nice.  

. “What’d I say ‘bout walkin’ around here at night, girl?” He takes his cigarette off his lip and blows smoke in her face. “This ain’t no place for a young lady. You skedaddle on home, now.”

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resists the urge to add an a/b/o verse

[bethgreenespeaks]

((Freak but musical))

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"I pity your poor liver."

pick your poison ... sentence starters

. “What you should be pityin’ is my—” He hiccups “—eyes. This shit is high enough to make a fella go blind.” 

. Philip lifts his triangle of a glass and swirls the clear liquor in it meaningfully. Even held away from his face, his nose burns at the moonshine’s harsh smell: more akin to kerosene than to anything safe for human consumption. This guy is probably right about his liver, but he supposes he doesn’t really care. Pickling an organ is the least of his problems. 

. He drags over another empty glass and pours from the jar into both of them. Then he pushes the new glass over. 

. “Don’t make me drink alone, now.”

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"I… swear to drunk… I'm not god."

pick your poison ... sentence starters

. "I think you got that like… turned around.” He’s pleasantly underwater, splayed on his back in the grass and watching the drifting sky. Philip normally doesn’t have the time for day drinking, but it’s hard to say no to a good block party when the alternative is tossing chum to his pet biters. Music thums from a dinosaur of a speaker on one of the picnic tables nearby. He can’t tell the lyrics from the murmur of the townspeople around them. 

. The Governor picks a handful of the dry grass and lets it sift through his fingers. His arm feels made of lead.

“I dunno what Davy puts in his shine… but I’m fuckin’ FUCKED up.”

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pick your poison ... sentence starters

prompts surrounding alcohol, drinking, alcoholism, and being drunk. consider this a tw for all the above

"Whiskey. Neat."

"I pity your poor liver."

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"How much have you had?"

"I'm just here for the booze."

"I can't get this damn cork out…"

"I… swear to drunk… I'm not god."

"I mean, it's 5 o'clock somewhere."

"Okay, that's it, I'm cutting you off."

"Want to go out for drinks tonight?"

"You look like you need a stiff drink."

"Want me to pour you another one?"

"Hey, bartender, another one, please."

"Yeah, I had a bad day, too. Pass the bottle."

"I'm celebrating tonight! Want a glass, too?"

"One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor."

"I drink to make other people more interesting."

"Bring out the champagne! It finally happened!"

"There's a new bar in town. Want to head there?"

"Sorry, didn't mean to spill my wine all over you."

"Pour me a glass of wine and tell me everything."

"I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety."

"Not an excuse. Drunk actions are sober thoughts…"

"Vodka may not be the answer, but it's worth a shot."

"Beer's in the fridge. Grab one and meet me out there."

"They could at least serve halfway decent drinks here…"

"I cook with wine… sometimes I even add it to the food."

"Here you go. This'll warm you all the way to your bones."

"Alcohol doesn't make you smarter. It makes you funnier."

"Want to just sit on the porch and throw back a cold one?"

"I want something fruity, that'll make me forget everything."

"How many of those have you had? Maybe you should slow down."

"This place might be a hole in the wall, but they have the best drinks."

"I'm a wine enthusiast: the more wine I drink, the more enthusiastic I become."