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I used to rp on tumblr and am now trying to get back into it on discord. I’m open to apocalyptic, the walking dead, supernatural or slice of life. I’m anywhere from rapid fire (more than one liners) to semi literate, I’ll match you. Ideally I’m looking for a long term writer to write with. I enjoy writing smut as long as it’s not smut for the sake of smut, give me some plot :) if you’d like to rp, shoot me a message and we can talk on discord!

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OOC: *crawls out of the hole I’ve been hiding in* anyone I know still around?

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“ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ʜᴜʀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋᴀɢᴇ.”

An independent & alternative portrayal of 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑯 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑵𝑬 from the series, 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 . in affiliation with @divinekindred . 21+ content ahead, spoilers, dark themes & potential trigger warnings. penned by Duchess.

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EVERYONE HERE IS A MONSTER ; BUT THAT MAN? HE’S THE WORST OF THEM ALL.

TWD Comic + Novel based Brian Blake, better known as THE GOVERNOR. 

Loved by Andrew.

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Hiatus 

Hi everyone, I’m in the process of moving and getting all settled in and getting internet and such. I’ll be gone for the next week or so!! 

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↖ is now accepting curious anons.

ask anything you want to know about the muse(s)!

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‘If i was scared…’

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@gcverncr​ liked for a starter

      “These walls make us vulnerable.” The archer spoke, dark blue hues fixated on the walls surrounding the perfect little town of WOODBURY. Everything had been just fine and dandy but sooner or later someone was going to come along and try to take this place from them. Sure they had guards on the walls at all hours but still. The people inside these walls, the ones that lived in the pristine homes had no idea how to FIGHT. “We need more people that know how to defend this place when shit hits the fan.” Daryl was never the optimist, he knew it was only a matter of time. 

    Finally his gaze flickered over to their leader, trying to see if he was understanding what he was saying. Everyone inside this place should know how to wield a knife, to protect themselves from walkers in case they ever got overrun. Some of these people in here had never even seen a walker up close. 

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thescngbird·

Why was this so hard? When they were together before it had come so naturally, so easily. Being with Daryl was as simple as breathing. So why was she struggling to form words right now? To figure out a way to tell him what she wanted? Things were different now that they were back with the others and she couldn’t understand why but she knew she didn’t like it. Truth be told, she hadn’t been happy since the funeral home. Sure she had her family back and the days were always okay. But then the night came and she was back to being alone and it felt too much like she was back in that place, in Grady. And she was certain that they only thing that would make her feel better was having Daryl back, the way that they were in the funeral home.

She could hardly meet his eye as he spoke, he hadn’t given her an exact answer, only that he wasn’t staying with Rick. Her mouth was dry and she struggled to muster up the courage to say what she wanted to say, it felt like it meant more than it did. All she was doing was offering a roof over his head for the night so why did it feel so loaded? Like an impossible proposal. She idly fiddles with a strand of hair that’s escaped her ponytail, her eyes firmly fixed on the ground as she speaks. “Well, I’m on my own. You know, if you wanted to stay at mine or somethin’. I know you probably don’t but uh, well you can. You always can.”

She agreed with him, this was the best place for Judith. But that didn’t answer her question and for some reason she needed to know, needed to know how he felt. She had to know if he was happy, for some reason that meant everything to her. She’s about to push the issue, to try and force an answer from him but then he speaks again and she doesn’t even begin to know how to respond. She’s spoken carelessly and now he knows how much she’s been watching him. She blushes furiously but she forces herself to meet his eye, she has to start being brave. “I might be. I lost you once, don’t really want it to happen again.”

     Hands stilled as she got the words out, thumb brushing over the dull end of the arrowhead as he held his composure. Of course he wanted to stay with her, he wanted to crash on her couch and keep guard of her house to make sure no HARM would ever come of her. The last thing he wanted though was to be a nuisance, to just burst in uninvited. But she had wanted him there, she just said so, right? The blonde sounded so unsure, nervous, he knew her well enough to know she was nervous -- though he couldn’t figure out why. 

     “Yeah if ya don’t mind, can crash on your couch. ‘course I want to.”He said with a slow nod, moving to fasten the head of the arrow on before placing it in the quiver beside him. The archer wanted her to know that he WANTED to, that shouldn’t be in question, ever. Though it was. He understood why, he wasn’t clear with his emotions or wants and it was something that he struggled with his entire life. He had missed her, God had he missed her -- but why couldn’t he tell her that? 

   His dark blue hues linger on her face a moment too long, noticing the flush in her cheeks, causing his own to heat up as he awkwardly scrubbed a hand over a flushed cheek. The archer can barely hold her gaze, eyes darting away as she speaks up about LOSING him. In all his despair that night of losing her, he didn’t think about the fact that she had lost him too, that she had MISSED him. “I won’t let it happen again.” He said, he couldn’t handle the heartbreak of losing the blonde again, the guilt that he carried -- it had been enough to break him. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her, he had this desire to protect her. Maybe he could stay at her place for more than just tonight, maybe he could stay on her couch and keep guard of the precious cargo upstairs. Maybe he was being foolish for thinking she’d want his company for that long. 

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still�� ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

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Starter call !!! 

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bcthanygreene·

She could tell how uncomfortable he was here, and she knew how much he’d been drifting from house to house and crashing on people’s couches. Never hers though, and a little part of her was hurt by that. She had thought about how happy they were in that funeral home, how they were going to stay and try and live some kind of a life there and it wasn’t perfect but they were okay. She had wanted Daryl to come and knock on her door, that’s why she slept on the couch every night, she was always waiting and hoping. But he never came. Maybe things were just different now, it was okay when they existed in their own little bubble with just the two of them but now they were back in the group with everyone else and maybe that changed things. She wasn’t a fool, she knew how it might appear if he was spending the night at her house. But she didn’t care, she just missed him. He was there for her during her darkest moments and that bond they’d formed hadn’t gone away, not for her anyway.

“These houses aren’t stupid, being alone in ‘em is.” A pause. “Where are you sleepin’ tonight?” She isn’t sure why she’s asking, there’s no way in hell that she’s gonna ever be brave enough to ask Daryl if he wants to have a sleepover. The thought alone is laughable. And yet they had spent all their night together when they were on the road. Sleeping in the same room, talking openly before sleep crept up on them. They had been close. So why did she feel so distant from him now? Why had things gone back? He wasn’t unkind to her but things weren’t like before. She wondered if it was something she had done or said, she hoped that it wasn’t. Taking a seat across from him on the porch she tucked her knees up under her chin, fiddling idly with the sleeves of her cardigan.

“Do you like it here? I mean, the people are nice and it’s safe. But you keep runnin’ off.” She averts her gaze as she realises she’s said too much, she didn’t want him to know that she’d been keeping tabs on him, that she’d been noticing his comings and going’s.

    There were a handful of times he had made it all the way up her porch but stopped himself before knuckles rasped against the wood. He didn’t know why he couldn’t do it, why he couldn’t just knock and be in her home with her. They spent so much time together on the road that it almost felt unnatural to not be around her. Something unspoken happened though, there was a moment before he darted off before the walkers filled the home where he felt SOMETHING, something that made him feel afraid. He couldn’t put his finger on what the feeling was but it was enough to scare the hell out of him. 

     The archer offered her a roll of his shoulders as she asked where he was going to sleep tonight. He didn’t really have a plan, he had been crashing at Rick’s and it was time for him to move couches so he didn’t feel like he was putting Rick and Michonne out. “Dunno, figured I’d give Rick a break.”He offered, sharpening his arrowhead on a rock, dark blue hues sneaking a peak at her as she moved to take a seat across from him. 

   That was a loaded question, he hated these houses, he hated being in them because none of them felt like home. The prison felt like home, the funeral home felt like home, these houses felt like a PRISON. “I like it for Judith.”He offered, that little girl needed the stability and that’s the only reason why he half stuck around here. He chews on his lower lip as Beth comments on him running off. The archer decided to avoid her question some more, “You watchin’ me, Greene?”He mused, lips twitching upward slightly, almost a smile. 

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Winter & Holiday Starters ❄️

Send one and I’ll write a starter based on: 

⛄️ – our muses build a snowman together ❄️ – our muses get snowed in and the electricity goes out 🍗 – our muses have to cook a holiday dinner together 🍷– our muses wake up hungover after an office party and don’t remember what happened ✈️ – our muses go on a holiday vacation together 🎅 – one of our muses is dressed as santa and the other sits in their lap 💔 – our muses are both single on christmas 🎄 – our muses decorate for christmas 🍪 – our muses bake cookies together ��� – our muses exchange presents 🎤 – one of our muses tries to get the other to sing christmas carols 💋 – our muses kiss under the mistletoe   ⛸️ – our muses go ice skating 👼 – our muses go to church services   💲 – our muses go to the mall together to shop for presents ⭐– our muses get dressed up for a holiday party   

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    Dark blue hues flickered upward as he heard the quiet padding of boots approaching, he knew who it was before he even looked. He had spent a lot of time out on the road with her, and now that she was here at Alexandria he thought things would go back to the way they used to be, how they were at the prison. Things were different now, they were all different. Alexandria was different. He had been offered a house on multiple occasions but he didn’t want it, he didn’t like the idea of being tied down here. He wanted the ability to come and go as he pleased not having to worry about some stupid house. So, he crashed on couches, never staying more than a few days with whoever.

    No place felt like home here, hell -- he hadn’t felt close to home since the funeral home. He felt foolish for believing that place could last, that the two of them could be happy there. It was ripped from him and he was gutted when she was taken away from him, he still carried the guilt. She was here now but it was his fault that she was away from them. The archer offered her a nod, understanding why she didn’t like her house. When she was gone he fantasized about her coming back, that this was the kind of place she talked about when they were on the road together--but things were different.

     “Don’t mind.”He said simply, his hands busy with fixing a couple of his arrows where the head had split. “These houses are stupid.”He huffed, even before the world fell apart he had never lived in a house close to this one. He lived in a trailer park his whole life, he wasn’t used to these fancy homes and he doubted he ever would be.

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Staring around at the large, airy living room she had the sense that she was still out in the open, still exposed to the dangers of the outside. There was simply too much space. The idea that she had to live here all alone seemed impossible, it had been so long since she’d had her own space that she could hardly remember what it felt like. A sense of fear came over her as she thought about sleeping in the house all alone. She didn’t want to be alone, not again. Everyone had their people though and Beth didn’t want to get in their way or bother them. It seemed foolish that all this time they’d been out on the road, all sleeping side by side in whatever shelter they could find and now they were all separate. As she sat on the couch, trying to get comfortable she realised she had to get out, it just didn’t feel right. Throwing a sweater over her shoulders she headed out to where she figured she might find Daryl.

She hated the fact that she missed him so much but he was the place she had called home. When they were together, before the bad things happened, before the hospital, she was content. She wouldn’t go as far as to say she was happy, they had just lost everything after all. But she was content and she was hopeful and she could have happily lived out her days with only him. But now they were apart, kept in these strangely suburban houses which seemed more like prisons. She found him out on the porch, right where she though he would be.

“You mind if I sit for a while? I don’t like my house.”

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like this for a starter, length && verse will vary !!! 

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We gotta go, kiddo.