#iamthegovernor

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

My god. Redditor John Wray hit the nail on the head.

[shadowsuspended-archive-kaput]

Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s ask who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen, but it is nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. ❤

{Yes,iloveyou, thank you, look at you and how perfect you are, just look at you.

[apocalypticthief]

Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s ask who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen, but it is nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. ❤

[jay-leh-blog]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! ღღღ

THANK YOU 

[foxxentric]

Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s ask who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen, but it is nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. ❤

// ahsdfblaksjdflksajdflkejflksajefkslejf *screams & hugs & gives cookehs*

[waywardrickgrimes]

Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s ask who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen, but it is nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. ❤

YAAAY!! Thank-you so much for this!!!

[andafeatherforyou]

A New Home || The Governor & Fairy Wichy

Wichy decided she needed a new place to spend her time. Change was good for her, it kept her life interesting. But what she definitely needed was plenty of open space. Wichy had a hard time dealing with closed in spaces. She really good go anywhere she wanted. Maybe a field would be nice, or a garden.

But as she looked around at the clear blue sky, she knew she had to be somewhere high up. Wichy wished she could live in the clouds, but she hadn't quite figured out how to do that yet. She had thought of living in the mountains once, but that seemed too lonely. Wichy needed to be somewhere with people. Or near people anyways.

She decided that the best way to find a space would be to just pop randomly, hoping luck would send her somewhere perfect. On the third or fourth pop, Wichy found herself on the roof of a house. The sun was shining and there was a gentle breeze blowing. There was also plenty of space on the roof for her to stretch out and relax. This roof was absolutely perfect and was going to be her new home for now.

Falling back, Wichy began blowing feathers and bubbles into the wind to make her new home the way she liked it. Finally relaxed, she knew her luck had given her the best place to live.

[hisweaponofchoice]

She watched him carefully and then shrugged a little. "Probably a couple thousand per person." She smiled and then looked at her nails. They would need painting again, and she'd have to tell Negan she wanted new colors. Maybe blood red. "But like I said, you look like a good, capable man." With a small shrug she picked at a nail. She'd never tell him that she was dedicated to Negan and Negan only so the entire conversation was a moot point.

Just what he wanted, to get a reaction out of her. He smirked yet again, pleased with himself but also to let her know that he could tell she managed on her own without that Negan. “How much?” He asked, ignoring the real question he wanted to ask: ‘How do you know if I’m the kinda man who can do this on my own?’

[leviculusfatali]

Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least eight peoples asks, (anonymously, or not), who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen but it's nice to know that someone thinks you're beautiful :) you deserve it!

i love you bby now get outta here you're not allowed

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

Break Me {drabble prompt}

(Torture and drugs under the cut)

The hatter wiped the blood from her facing, spitting out even more from her mouth.  “RESTRAIN HIM!” She shouted to the Suits that were in her employee.  While she hated most of the Suits, some were rather handy to keep in her good graces.  They were physically stronger than her, and in times like this, they were rather handy.

He was laughing at her, but she paid him no mind.  Hatta was focused on looking through her cabinet of emotions.  The Wonders of Wonderland.  Pure human emotions.  All of them in clear vials.  Brightly colored liquids prime for use.  Now, Hatta would often drink them, and she would sometimes inject them.  Then in other cases, ohhh those times.  They were fun.  She’d use them as part of her torturing of oysters, and this man just crossed into that territory.

By the time she had turned back around, the Suits had the man tied to the chair.  “Good.  Thank you, gentlemen.”  Hatta acknowledged them verbally, but her eyes were locked on the man in question.  His hands wear restrained behind his back, and his ankles were tied to the legs of the chair.  “You made a very large mistake when you thought you could win, Governor.”  Her voice was low and even, a devious grin on her lips.  “Sure, I will give you that you could kick my ass in a physical battle, but guess what?  You are in my world, with my rules.  You played into my hand, and now you are mine.”

The hatter’s eyes went to the suits for a moment, “Hold his head.” It was a sharply issued order as she held the bottle of clear liquid in her hands.  “You see this?  It’s pure human clear conscience.  This will make you feel like you have not a single guilt in this world.”  Hatta tilted her head to the side, “Do you have any guilts, darling?”  Before he could answer, she quickly straddled his lap and held his mouth open, dumping the contents of the bottle in.  The hatter held the man’s mouth shut, placing a piece of tape over it until the man swallowed.

“Now, before I remove the tape, I’m going to tell you just what is about to happen to you.”  She sat down, backwards in a chair, facing the Governor.  “You are experiencing the head rush now.  Feels a bit awesome, yes?  Soon, everything you ever worried about will fade from your mind.  Then slowly, your body will realize that I gave you way too much,” she made the last few words sharper than the rest.  Hatta tossed her fedora down to the side, running her hands through her hair for a moment, milking the situation at hand.  “Then you spiral – downward.  Your brain shifts, and you begin to feel the opposite emotion.  Every single thing you could even think to feel guilty for will pour back into your brain, heart, and soul.”

She grinned, huffing a bit of a laugh, “Then, your heart will start to give out.  Now, I could let you die from guilt.”  Hatta paused, her voice changing slightly, “Do you have anything you regret, darling?”  The hatter grinned, “Oh, I won’t let you die.  I have herbs that will reverse the process, and I will give them to you before it gets to that point.”  She licked her lips, and her mischievous grin only grew.  “Remove the tape.  It’s time to watch this play out.”  Hatta crossed her arms on the back of the chair, resting her chin on them as she watched the Governor react to the emotion she gave him.  It was neat for her to watch this happen, as she had been the one experiencing it years ago.

[katana-wielding-michonne]

First Trip (starter for iamthegovernor)

Michonne secured the buckle on the saddle, checking to make sure it wouldn't slip off. She'd acquired this horse after a routine run that brought them to an old farmhouse. The horse had been tamed before, but seemed to have forgotten how to behave. She was the first one who could get close to it.

Jumping up into the saddle, Michonne rode to the gates, waiting until they opened, then going out. She looked around her. It felt great to be out of that prison, but she knew her guard had to be up all the time. This trip would only take a few days, and she'd be back soon enough, but the amount of people staying with the group felt like way too many to her.

Michonne didn't push the horse, she just let it go at its own pace until they found a small town. Riding through slowly, she looked around. There was a shop that seemed like it wasn't picked through too much, so she decided to go in. Tying flame to a post, she listened carefully to both her surroundings, and to the horse. It would let her know if there was any trouble.

[apocalypticthief]

ooc}} All right so I guess Tumblr doesn't like the way I'm running my blog??? It's unfollowed some people and followed a whole bunch of people for me. I've tried to make sure I've followed everyone back, but if I've missed you and you've noticed, please don't be afraid to point it out to me.

Also it's starting to deleting drafts for me. So I have 24 in my drafts right now and somewhere around 7 for Fairy Wichy. If in a few days you think I missed something-- threads, chats, whatever-- please tell me. I don't want to miss anything from anybody.

Also

On a personal update, I leave for my apartment the 10th and start school the 14th. It's still up in the air about my schedule and how many hours I'll be away from home, but all I have to do is make it to the middle of April and I will be done. My official graduation date is May 3rd and then I will be moving sometime shortly after that. My moving is semi-ly chaotic at the moment, but I trust that everything will work out for wherever I end up.

At the very least, I will have the proper time to devote to you guys that I feel like you haven't been getting from me. No more driving across the state every other weekend or having to go to bed early every single day for class. That is definitely the most exciting part. But thank you for putting up with me all this time! I really don't deserve it and I love all of you so much.

Lastly, today has been a good birthday, in large part because of you guys. I honestly and truly don't know what I'd do without you guys. I love you!!!

And thank you to anyone who sent me a birthday message!

[jay-leh-blog]

Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least eight peoples asks, (anonymously, or not), who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen but it's nice to know that someone thinks you're beautiful :) you deserve it!

[foxxentric]

"Involuntary... " He said, musing on the word. So much could have been prevented but life got in the way, making us incapable of preventing the worst sides of ourselves to come out. "Yeah, you put it right. And what have you found yourself doin' that was... involuntary?"

She let out a long huff, along with a dry humourless laugh, "... You're digging too deep there..."

[shadowsuspended-archive-kaput]

Hear The Trumpet Sound-{Phillip+Will}

Remembering what happened was like opening up old wounds. The feeling of having stitches pulled out and the gashes ripped open again. But sometimes the thought still came to him. And it was so hard to pull himself out of that vapid darkness that locked him in. So hard to release himself from the suffocating madness that had been heightened by the rising of the dead, the dead walking. The first time he had seen it happen, the very first time he had been about to go fishing.  Something that might've eased his mind. The calm of the water, the way the house seemed to float on the stillness of the water. Something that should have been safe, something outside of the imagination that seemed to have a life of it's own, but not a death. Imagination never follows the normal structure of life. Imagination is a beast of it's own madness. And the dead thing had been there, waiting outside his door, blood on its mouth, eating something. He had thought it was one of his hallucinations. He had thought it was a nightmare from which he would not wake. But he could feel the cold heat of the morning sun, the pale, gray all around him. He stood still and the dead thing had not noticed him. The dead thing was eating. And he had watched it in silent horrified fascination until it had noticed him. It had lifted it's yellow eyes to his face, it's cracked and thin face and had growled at him, showcasing decay inside of it's blood and flesh filled mouth. And still for a moment he had stood there, staring, wide eyed, watching. Until it was on him and he struggled with it. The first one had had felt the same as killing a man. Because that was what he had thought at first, with overwhelming empathy he had thought them only insane humans. Something beyond the definition of the usual psychopath. But he had been wrong. They were dead, simple dead things. He hadn't seen anyone had known since then. Not Jack, not Alana, no one. He was only a ghost it seemed, floating through the chaos. He could remember the first survivors who had tried to take him in. They had left him there in the woods after one day. He had nightmares and he was sleepwalking again. He brought unwanted attention. So, groups had never been for him. They had passed him as silently as he passed them. Most left him alone, some were intent on killing him or worse. What was worse than killing? In this world the people were more creative. In this world the insane were harder to tell from the sane. If the sane even existed anymore. Will wasn't sure if he was the same man he had been. He felt like there was an emptiness inside of him. Like the empty plot made in the dirt for a dead man to lay. And there seemed to be a thousand dead laying there, resting not so peacefully. Including those he had no way of knowing were dead or alive. They came to him in dreams, more dead than the rest. But now it was all over. Or so they said it was all over. Giving vacant assurance that they single handedly had stopped the end of the world. Politicians taking deep pride in their power. Will had never thought bitterly of them before. They were men who ran the country, that was all. But now, now when he could tell that some hardly knew a thing about the ghosts who had passed through this world, doing what he now thought of as so called surviving. They had had their purposes and reasons. What had he had but his madness and nightmares? Now he had a house. It wasn't by the water, and it didn't make him feel safe, like it was floating above still calmness. It was a house among a cluster of houses, in an area that had no name. Only a number. #6068. And they were planning on changing that. But they still hadn't. The world had stopped ending months ago. But to Will it had only felt like minutes. Slow, drawn out minutes. There were still the dead walking. There was still your insane. And Will's thought went to the man he had seen on several occasions. Sometimes it seemed to him the people of #6068 agreed with this man though. That the world was still ending, that there was some sort of survival to upkeep. But this man, yes, Will knew the sort of man. There was a dead man, lying on the corner of Will's block. And the make shift police were crowded around him, not knowing what to do. He hadn't turned. But he was dead, deader than those things that still could eat at the very least. Sometimes Will wondered what it'd be like to turn. And he dreamed of it once or twice. The make shift force were asking questions. And Will watched in the distance as they took the man off the street. He closed his eyes and tried not to see it. A shadow of the life that he ended when the dead rose. But now today the dead man stayed dead and the world, it seemed had reverted to the past. Another stitch removed and Will felt himself bleeding out.

[graveyardxhousewife]

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    “Um.. uh.. w-who are you and why do you look… familiar?” Lori surveyed the man’s chest.