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Siobhan Roy's villain origin story (clickbait).
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Delegation of Power Illustrations by Laundy by JessieMay, laundy
Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV)
20 Jun 2018
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Scenes from The Delegation of Power, illustrated by Laundy.
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- Part 2 of The Delegation of Power
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Fanart of some real brain frying juice: Negan writes his own self insert/Rick fics under a pseudonym on ao3, to which he routinely sends to Rick.
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They’re the last two people on the fucking planet who should be drift compatible.
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05 Nov 2025
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everything is better with a pacrim au
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24 Oct 2025
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this series is saving me from the hardest month of my life. the best to ever do it frankly speaking
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Peggy is not really sure what she has done wrong. Maybe it was all that time that she left them alone, or maybe it was the coddling she did to compensate. But as she stares at her boys, she wonders if this can be forgiven.
October, 2000. Peggy goes to visit Liam and Noel while they are staying at a hotel, both of them freshly divorced. Something's off, even more than usual.
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25 Oct 2025
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it's not enough to read this fic i need to insert it into my bloodstream
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From the floor, Kendra wheezes, “You got a fucking bowl cut on purpose?”
“It’s an homage,” Guy says through his teeth.
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18 Aug 2025
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the only terrificgreen fic i'll ever need and i mean it
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It was early fall of 72’ when nineteen year old Sammie was sent to Clarkesdale, a fog-shrouded town to fill in for a pastor laid low by sickness. The silence there pulled at him and his fingers found their way back to the strings of his guitar despite his father’s warnings.
”You leave that devil’s music alone, you hear me?”
Something was unsettling about Clarkesdale, from Smoke and Annie’s untold secrets to the odd feeling in the way the townsfolk carried about their lives. The town was small and far from his father's judgment—but not free from eyes altogether.
There was something ancient stirring in the shadows, listening.
Watching. Wanting.