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I ❤️ one slasher
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|| An independent blog centered on BRIAN BLAKE aka "THE GOVERNOR", of THE WALKING DEAD comics + The Novel Series by Jay Bonansinga and Robert Kirkman.
An exploration in: 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.
BLINDED by 𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀---------
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i'm sorry but brian jus hits differently with michonne's his sword
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HI EVERYOne
So some context on what’s going on in kafka’s world rn, I’ve had some big feelings™️ going on due to irl circumstances, plus my laptop has straight up gone the way of the Dodo
I am making my return as soon as possible!! Please hit me up here or on discord if you’re interested in chatting!! Xoxo
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"The Morning After"
THE MORNING AFTER
. Within an opulent bedroom on the Purefoy Estate, the outlaw known as Black Brian lies in a tangle of musky sheets and skin with the lady of the house, snoozing.
. His dark head rests at the apex of her thigh, tendrils of black hair spreading in all directions, raven stripes on Isabella's stomach, her legs. He seems almost to have been tied up in her linens, a sheet drawn around his midsection, restraining one leg, a shoulder exposed.
. The morning sun filtering in between the curtains disturbs him, and he moans and turns his face into her flesh, trying to block out the light.
"…Mmmm….. too bright."
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ADAM DRIVER as MILLS
Every ADAM DRIVER scene from 65 (2023)| Part 274
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i'm sorry but brian jus hits differently with michonne's his sword
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❝ There will be more graves than people soon. ❞
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑 [𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄?] ; 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠
"Those people in the ground are better off there."
. THE GOVERNOR'S lean face doesn't shift, registering no emotion, and even the deep scored crows' feet at the corners of his dark eyes don't crinkle. He merely stares down at the ground as though counting the weeds sprouting up in the asphalt.
"Them people gone to glory, they don't gotta claw for their life no more, don't gotta starve or watch their families turn t' biter food. You should feel happy for them.
--I know I do."
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----- ＧＣＶＥＲＮＣＲ． ／／
|| An independent blog centered on BRIAN BLAKE aka "THE GOVERNOR", of THE WALKING DEAD comics + The Novel Series by Jay Bonansinga and Robert Kirkman.
An exploration in: 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.
BLINDED by 𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀---------
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PERMANENT PLOTTING CALL <3
Like this post for me to jump into your dms to chat about our muses and plot some threads <3
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I ❤️ one slasher
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Hi! I’m around. I’ve been working and doing my remodel but I’m hoping to do some real writing soon!! 💕
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. Philip Blake turns his nose slightly up, prepared to reprimand his subordinate for his attitude, before deciding merely to give a petulant sniff. He flaps the overlong sleeves, watching their empty cuffs bob back and forth, an expression on his face between irritation and bland, benign interest. He grunts, then gives a short, curt nod. "Good job."
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. "We are at war now, are we not?"
. He watches her take his bait, his gaze flicking from place to place on the board before he selects a higher ranking piece to capture the one she'd moved. A look of triumph rearranges his hard-cut features and he lifts his long-fingered hand again, "War…" a pause to think, "…is not everything to a ruler, in a perfect world. But it is easy to pontificate on 'sacrifice' being unnecessary when one does not hold the reins, or lives in a time of peace."
. "We live in a hostile world. War... is our survival."
. As if to prove his point, he takes a customary second move and captures a space close to her queen.
. "My whole army is bearing down on your people." He signs. "Are you a general or a ruler?"
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. It seems not even Philip Blake is immune to the heat. A few pearls of sweat bead above his brow, collecting in the seams of his rugged face and gleaming placidly behind the stringers of greasy sweat-drenched hair that hangs in front of his eyes. He's dressed down from his usual costume, having shed his leathers and studs for a sleeveless shirt and jeans, showing the jailhouse graffiti and matted fur on his wiry arms.
. He almost doesn't stand out among his men, save that all give him a berth of about five feet.
. THE GOVERNOR bends down and offers out a plastic cup of the rust-tasting water pumped from a public tap.
. "You look twice-cooked, sport." He comments. His shrewd black eyes trail the newcomer up and down. Philip glances at a large man at his side and makes a backward gesture. "Gabe, go wet a cloth and bring it to our friend here."
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"The Morning After"
Send "The Morning After" to have my muse awaken naked and cuddled up to your muse after a night out drinking
. The Governor gathers her in, the cordage of his bare arm twitching beneath the pale, tattooed skin as he snakes it about her middle. Not quite awake yet, his eyes still closed and the rough tip of his finger circling her nipple listlessly. He shifts slightly behind her as he stirs, nosing into her blonde hair until he's hidden within it.
. "Don't look now, Baby girl--" He murmurs, voice thick with sleep, "But I think I'm late for work."
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