#And real ones know that I would sell my fucking soul for Blake to tell Raven off in v10

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Drew a little comic today!

Viz, let Blake be a little shit to Raven in v10 and my life is yours.

Per usual, do not reupload without credit/permission. Thanks folks!

(My ko-fi, should you wish!)

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So I went back to Hbomberguy’s RWBY video.

Not only does he try to excuse Monty from all wrongdoing about the Fanaus (’BUT MILES AND KERRY ACTUALLY WROTE THE SHOW!’ he screams as the wikipedia page shows that Monty was credited as a writer and justifies this with one clip whereas we have a three part series showcasing Monty’s involvement [What was Monty Oum’s Vision by Hypeathon])

Not only does he COMPLETELY miss the point of Weiss’ talk in V2E10 ( ‘They rewrote her to not be racist!’ ‘Weiss: Of course I'm awake! You two are talking. And I think he... When I said I wanted to honor my family's name, I meant it. But, it's not what you think. I'm not stupid. I'm fully aware of what my father has done with the Schnee Dust Company. Since he took control, our business has operated in a... moral gray area. Blake: That's putting it lightly. Weiss: Which is why I feel the need to make things right. If I had taken a job in Atlas, it wouldn't have changed anything. My father was not the start of our name, and I refuse to let him be the end of it.’ Pictured: No mention of Weiss not being racist.)

But he has the AUDACITY to try and say ‘oh, this show has fantastical elements, it can’t handle heavy topics’ while referencing AVATAR.

But even worse is his god damn hypocrisy. I skipped a bit more and found him gushing about the later episodes, saying ‘it’s finally being itself!’ DESPITE the fact that the episodes he is talking about take elements from Gurren Lagann’s Eighth episode ‘Later Buddy’ (with the death of a mentor character we originally thought would survive in order to sell the impact of coming episodes and herald a shift in tone for the show as well as expose the true nature of the show) as well as Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince (The defilement of the supposed safe haven of the school as well as the death of it’s headmaster bring in a dark element into the media’s structure as well as acknowledge that things won’t be the same [Harry even TRAVELS THE WORLD like Ruby and co.])/

And don’t tell me Harris doesn’t know this because he referenced Gurren Lagann IN HIS BEGINNING. I would also expect him to know that the show probably had a major influence on RWBY considering it was Monty’s FAVORITE SHOW. I could fucking tell that back when I first watched RWBY and I was SEVERELY less critical and observant about media then and knew NOTHING about RT OR Monty. You are expecting me to believe this man is less observant than a dumbass 17 year old with massive depression issues, that is what you’d be asking of me.

To top this all off, I remember watching a video where someone blew off Harris on his political stance because he made a video talking about Undertale and thinking ‘That’s not right, talking about the artistic merit of media doesn’t make you lesser in discussions of politics’ but apparently Harris thought so all along considering he thinks lesser of shows for not being endless grungefests when talking about real life issues.

‘I wanted to watch Monty Oum’s RWBY, not Miles Luna’s Avatar-”

A. Monty fucking wrote in Avatar elements and encouraged that

B. He fucking MADE The show and could have told them to rewrite it if he thought it didn’t represent his work.

C. You outright MENTION that Monty based his show off other things. (You even show Soul Eater in one of your mentions!) So it’s okay when Monty does it even though he’s a worse writer but not the ACTUAL writers? 

You’re worth even less than those so called ‘bad faith criticisms’ which I KNOW you wouldn’t care about if your political ilk didn’t proclaim ‘protect RWBY’ as one of their positions.

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About Me 

rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 others.

Tagged by @thelittlefanpire and @kindclaws, thank you!!! As always, I LOVE answering things like this!!

NAME: Kathryn

NICKNAME(S): Usually Kat or Kath! The Kath one is the newest though it started on here and then one or two people in real life do it now too

ZODIAC: Sun - Cancer, Moon - Aries, Rising - Virgo

HEIGHT: 5′ 6″

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English and a woeful memory of some German from high school

NATIONALITY: American

FAVOURITE SEASON: I would sell my soul to have fall all year long baby I thrive during that time and I’m at my most powerful

FAVOURITE FLOWER: Lavender or roses! 

FAVOURITE SCENT: mmmm I love a nice woodsy scent, something with like pine or something. Something that just feels cozy. 

FAVOURITE COLOUR: black, followed by burnt orange and olive green

FAVOURITE ANIMAL: oh boy this one is hard. I feel like it changes a lot?? I love all types of cats, wild or not. I’m obsessed with owls!!! But wolves though too??? Idk I’ll try to make a decision hahaha let’s go with owls 

FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER(S): Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake, Cersei Lannister, Max Mayfield, Eleven, Lucas Sinclair, Lily from Devs, Buffy

COFFEE, TEA OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Ohhh a tie between coffee and hot chocolate. I drink coffee more often but sometimes a really good cup of hot chocolate just hits differently. Usually every year at the holiday boat parade my boyfriend and I get hot chocolate so I think I associate it with fun treats! 

AVERAGE SLEEP HOURS: Usually around 7! I’d love to get it up to 8 though I can tell I feel better when I do, but I’m totally good with 7 otherwise!

DOG OR CAT PERSON: I love both but I am a cat person to my CORE

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: Two, but they’re thick as fuck. One big ass comforter and then a really fuzzy one. I’m more of a pillow person

DREAM TRIP: My boyfriend and I have talked about doing a continental trip across the US on a train which would be awesome! And of course the classic answer of finally being able to do a trip to Australia and New Zealand, that’s a really big one.

BLOG ESTABLISHED: 2017! My main blog was in 2011 though WHEW

FOLLOWERS: 1,145! which is absolutely bonkers and I love each and every one of you and want to boop you on the nose as way of thanks

RANDOM FACT: I can’t see faces in my dreams! I usually just instinctively know who it is, but my dream-self is always looking just off from people’s faces. The few times I’ve looked right at them (when I was younger) there was just blank spots! I don’t dream as vividly as I used to and tbh I’m totally fine with that lol

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A Woman Scorned (Chp 3)

A/N: Hello beautiful people :) I'm so happy that you enjoyed the first two chapters last week! It makes me proud to know you're enjoying the story so far. And now here is a brand new Saturday, which means a brand new chapter. I will be posting each new chapter on Saturday, and, in this one, our dearest Ava will finally meet her old flame Alastor. Hope you guys enjoy and I love you all so much! Feel free to ask to be tagged into the tag list if you are not already.

Three: Ava, Meet Alastor

The sound of my alarm and the sun shining in from the window woke me up from a sound sleep. I groaned in annoyance and a bit of pain due to a slight headache as I sat up in the bed and looked over to my right. Jason was still asleep, snoring lightly. I glared angrily at him, wishing I could burn a hole through his skull. I hated… no I loathed him. The way he talks to me, the constant cheating. He told me that I wasn't good enough for him. But yet, the naive, heart-struck little girl in me was still in love with him, which is why I still put up with his shit. My head and my heart were always at constant war with each other, and each day it gets so hard on who to listen to.

I rubbed my temples, my headache starting to feel worse and took a deep sigh. I had to get it together, I had my big meeting today and I can't afford to get distracted. I got out of bed, making sure I didn't wake Jason, and headed to the bathroom to get ready. I opened the medicine cabinet and took two aspirin followed by a glass of water. I sprayed water in my hair and added my curling cream, making sure my bouncy curls stood out. I fluffed them out with a pick and side parted my hair. After taking a quick look in the mirror, I began to put on my makeup. I added some extra concealer to hide the puffiness around my eyes, followed by some eyeshadow and lip gloss. Satisfied, I walked over to the closet and pulled out my favorite white blouse and black slacks. After getting dressed, I put on my black stilettos, grabbed my blazer and purse, and grabbed a banana and a bottle of water before heading out the door.

Once I reached my car and climbed inside, I rolled down my windows and turned on the radio to find some upbeat music to listen to, needing a pick me up. While scrolling, I heard Mary J. Blige's song "Real Love" blast through the radio and it spoke to me. Her lyrics sang right through my soul, and I couldn't help but sing along loudly as I put on my sunglasses and drove out of the parking lot of my condo complex, feeling the cool, early morning Miami breeze and the warm sun.

I stopped for some coffee and a bagel before I arrived at my office. I walked into the meeting room to see Yolanda, Blake, and the rest of my team sitting around the table listening to a man tell some kind of story. I wasn't even paying attention to what he was actually saying because I was so fixated on his voice: confident, boisterous, and deep. His laugh made my body tingle; his speech so eloquent and charming that I could listen to him speak for hours. I knew that voice anywhere.

Yolanda saw me from the door and smiled, inviting me in.

"Ava! You're here! Come on in," she said. "There's someone we would like you to meet."

Everyone stood up from their seats, Blake had a devilish grin on his face, as Yolanda and our new client walked over to where I was standing. He wore a black suit with a crimson vest and tie and a neatly white pressed dress shirt. His shoes were also black but were lined with crimson accents. He was a very sharp dressed man. Upon looking at me, those bright, hazel eyes of his shone with adoration. A huge smile plastered his face, showing two rows of pearly white teeth. His hair, dark chocolate and thick, was coifed perfectly on top of his head. And he walked with a mixture of both grace and confidence. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face upon seeing him.

Yolanda gave me a quick hug before introducing me to our new client: "Ava, I would like you to meet our newest client to Springwells Marketing Agency, Alastor Montez. Alastor, this is the head of our marketing team, Ava…"

"Ava Thomas-Sanchez," Alastor said admiringly as he extended his hand out to me. "You still look as breathtaking as when we were in college. It is so good to see you again, my dear."

I chuckled before accepting his greeting. "It's actually Mitchell now," I told him as Alastor glanced at my wedding ring. "I'm... married."

Alastor blinked followed by a brief nod of his head. "Forgive me," he said apologetically. "Mrs. Mitchell."

I winced inwardly at his words. Why did that sound so gross? "It's okay," I said with a grin. "It's great to see you too, Alastor. I am really looking forward to working with you."

"As am I," he said.

I couldn't help but stare at him. It doesn't look like he's aged since college. His physique through his suit was noticeable, his chest large and impressive through his clothes. I would be lying if I said Alastor wasn't an attractive man. But I'm a married woman, so he is off limits. Strictly business and strictly professional.

Yolanda spoke up breaking me out of my trance: "So," she piped. "Shall we get started?"

Alastor and I look towards her: "Right, yes," I stammered. "Let's get started."

Alastor and Yolanda returned to their seats and the rest of the team sat down as I stood at the head of the table. I placed Alastor's file in front of me and turned to face him.

"So, you were mainly selling your products to a lot of wineries and country clubs back in California?" I asked Alastor.

"Indeed I was my dear," Alastor responded, the charm and flirtation thick in his voice. "California was known for producing wine so I figured it was the perfect place to set up my business. I started off at a few places here and there until the demand for my product grew, not just in California but across the West Coast. Most of the men who bought from me purchased cigars as well, because who doesn't like to smoke while drinking?" Alastor chuckled and my team were just hypnotized by his voice.

"So why the move to Miami?" I asked him curiously.

"Ah, Miami is an expert on knowing how to have a good time," Alastor stated confidently. "The number of nightclubs and restaurants here will make anyone here buy wine and cigars. Plus, I was bored out in California. I thought I needed a new change of…" he looked at me with a smirk. "Scenery."

I choked a bit before clearing my throat. Blake covered his mouth to stifle a laugh and Yolanda couldn't help but smile at my embarrassment.

"Right," I said after a moment. "Well, here at Springwells, we like to collaborate with our clients on the kinds of advertising that are best to promote their products to revenue the most profit than your competitors. According to your file, your distribution factory is set out in Orlando, and you charge $25 for each bottle and $80 for each box of cigars."

"Again, correct," Alastor said with a nod.

"So I would think it would be best to advertise in the upper class areas of Miami. Country clubbers, nightclub owners, charity donators, anyone who is willing to spend on the finer things. Maybe host a wine tasting event, add a couple of your cigars, anything to sell your product to your audience. We will work on the billboards and magazine ads to get your products out to the public."

"So determined," Alastor said with a grin. "You were always known to have such a bright mind, Ava."

"I'm flattered," I chuckled. "All I want is the best for our client, and I'm willing to do anything to achieve the satisfaction of them."

"Really now? I feel like I can be easily satisfied," Alastor said with a wink.

"You are very flirtatious today," I said shaking my head.

"Call it natural charm," Alastor chuckled.

I scoffed amusingly. "Same old Alastor."

"You know you've missed me," he chuckled.

"Well," I said to my team trying to tune him out. "We will get started immediately. We will attempt to get this done within the next two months, okay? Everyone get to work."

My team- minus Yolanda and Blake- snickered at me as they got up from the table and walked out of the meeting room. Alastor soon stood up from the table and made his way in front of me, holding out a small piece of paper.

"If you ever need to reach me," he said placing the paper in my palm. "You are more than welcome to give me a call."

I raised an eyebrow. "You do know I have your number in your file right?"

Alastor shrugged. "Well that's my business number. This one is a little more… personal."

I felt another blush creep up on my face but I immediately shook my head. "I…"

Yolanda took the piece of paper from my hand. "Thank you, Mr. Montez. That's very thoughtful."

Alastor shook his head and grinned. "Ah, my dear, you don't have to be so formal. Call me Alastor." He looked over at Blake still sitting down. "Both of you can."

"Mm, I'll call you whatever you want me to," Blake said with a wink.

Yolanda opened her mouth in soft gasp. "Okay. Alastor."

Alastor laughed. "You have very charming friends," he said to me. "It's good to see you again, Ava."

I nodded my head and bit the corner of my lip. "You too, Alastor. Um… I'll call you with the updates as we continue to work on expanding your business."

"I look forward to hearing your voice," he whispered.

I sped walked towards the meeting door: "Okay, time for you to go! Have a lot of work to do," I quickly said.

Alastor chuckled again and held up his hands. "Okay okay. I'll go. It's so cute to see you get all flustered." He turned to Yolanda and Blake. "It's a pleasure to meet you Yolanda. And you too, Blake."

"Oh honey, the pleasure was all mine," Blake said as Alastor walked out of the door towards the elevators.

I sat down at one of the tables and groaned aloud, shielding my face with my hands. Yolanda and Blame stood over me, with Blake having a cocky smile on his face and Yolanda a faint blush on her cheeks.

"God, that is a man right there," Blake sighed dreamily. "Charming, successful, and sexy as fuck. So much better than seeing a picture. I mean I would never cheat on Damian but… whew."

"He was quite the looker," Yolanda admitted. "But it seems he was quite interested in you, mami," she said to me. "He couldn't keep his eyes off you."

I whined through my hands. "He hasn't changed since college," I muffled. "Still as flirtatious as ever."

"I don't see the problem with it," Blake stated. "It's obvious he still wants you."

I lowered my hands and held up my left hand to Blake, showing my wedding ring.

"Oh," Blake shrugged. "Honey, live a little. There's nothing wrong with making another 'friend.'"

Yolanda scoffed: "I'm sure he wants to be a little more than friends."

I ignored my friends comments: "There will be nothing going on between me and Alastor. I'm a married woman and he is my client. It will be a completely professional relationship."

Blake chuckled: "Whatever you say, love."

Yolanda hugged and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Ignore his teasing, Ava. You know what's best for you. Follow your heart."

I leaned back into her arms. "I know, 'Landa. Thank you."

Blake rolled his eyes. "Why am I the bad guy here?"

"Cause you're always teasing her," Yolanda stated.

"Can't help she's easy to tease," Blake joked. "I'm sure Alastor can make her blush just as much as I do…"

"Blake shut up!"

**TBC**

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The Mark of a Soulmate (Negan/BlakeAU) Chapter Seven

It’s been a while since my last chapter so I hope this doesn’t disappoint. Thank you as always to the gorgeous @neganandblake​ for your support Lovely. You’re amazing! <3

Chapter Seven

Blake stood in front of her mirror blankly looking back the dressed up woman in front of her that she was struggling to recognize.

She hated looking like this...the makeup, the hair, the tight fitting dresses that sometimes restricted her breathing. It was all fake. Not one piece of the facade reflecting the real woman underneath. She’d have been perfectly happy with her comfy t-shirt and sweat pants.

But she was part of a brand. A face that represented perfection to the people that gazed upon it.

Laying on her bed; she desperately grasped at any excuse she could think of that would get her out of going to this launch party. None came to mind that would be acceptable for her management. She was already on thin ice for her employment after weeks of skipping work.

Forgotten meetings and scheduled photo shoots; runway shows she’d pretended to be sick for so, she didn’t have to attend.

It was becoming harder and harder to care about any of it. Her mood constantly spiraling into a cold depth of numbing aches and pains; heart breaking every time she looked to her wrist. 

Negan...

Where the hell was he?! And why hadn’t he found her yet. Was she not good enough, not worthy enough to finally find the love she’d been promised by that damn mark on her skin? 

It felt as though it was mocking her at times. A constant reminder that she was alone. That perhaps she would always be that way. That maybe the weeks of research she had been doing was all for nothing. What if he had already had someone else.

It had been known that sometimes people would fall for someone that wasn’t their soulmate, but it was a still a fierce long lasting love that many couples had cherished well into their old age. And other times it wouldn’t prove enough and the relationships would crumple. If that was the case for her soulmate and he did have someone he loved; of course Blake would be happy for him. But where would that leave her? 

She was so tired of obsessing over a man she didn’t even know. It was getting to the point wasn’t sleeping properly, eating an entire meal had become a challenge for her to ever finish; as her appetite was always waning. And the thought of keeping the search for her soulmate going, was beginning to feel like more trouble than it was worth. 

Reluctantly she pulled herself up from her bed, quickly smoothing the creases out of her dress. Adding a last touch here and there to her straightened hair; paired with her rehearsed smile she’d carry with her most of the night. And after one last flick of her golden locks she was ready to go. 

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As Blake stepped into the center of the launch party; the only thing she wanted to do was to go home. 

The photographers; the journalists, designers, models and management teams...Blake didn’t care about any of it. It was a world she no longer wanted to be a part of.  

Looking around, it was like seeing it through a fresh pair of eyes for the first time in years. The privilege, the arrogance and conceit. The unrealistic levels of feigned perfection, it was toxic and Blake couldn’t understand how she’d let herself be taken in by all of it for so long without seeing the true ugliness hidden behind the camera. 

She didn’t even have Tara to ground her from the sea of chaos that surrounded her. She hadn’t been invited; another thing that angered her. Tara’s position as a makeup artist clearly not deemed important enough to include her on the guest list. When in fact her craft was just; if not more important as everyone else’s that worked on the sets or the runways. It wasn’t fair.

The flash of cameras was blinding along was loud thumping music as more guests pushed their way through the bustling crowds. Elbows bumping into Blake almost knocking her over. 

The clinking of champagne glasses echoed with idle chatter and laughter,all washed into white noise as the blonde imagined herself anywhere but where she was. 

Perhaps she could sneak out? Surely no one would notice. She’d attended as agreed, she’d fulfilled the agreement of her contract. Job done. But just as she moved to eye the exit, she was quickly grabbed by the wrist. 

“Ah Blake! Sweetheart finally you’ve arrived!” It was Damon, her boss. An older gentleman, dressing in a suit that practically screamed wealth; paired with a dark red silk tie and designer cuff links, sweeping back his receding grey hair the man had clearly dyed a mousy brown in an attempt to look younger than he was. 

Blake flashed him another well practiced fake smile, but from the frown on his brow; he clearly wasn’t buying it. Leaning in close she could almost feel his harsh breath as he whispered lowly in her ear.

“Get your ass up to my office now!” He hissed. Not giving her time reply as he then proceeded to brag her by the arm up the stairs towards the large wooden door by the landing. 

The blonde flinched as he slammed the door closed before releasing his grip on her, storming over towards his desk. His hands resting on the cold surface as he huffed a deep frustrated sigh from his flared nostrils.

Blake stayed by the door, the party downstairs now muffled by the closed door. Green watering orbs watching Damon’s every move as he poured himself a drink; turning from the window to address her. 

“Blake...” He started, leaning forward, arms resting on the back of his office chair; fingers impatiently tapping against the glass of scotch in his hand. 

“We’ve been through a lot you and I. Hell I’m the one that discovered you. Always thought you could make it in this business.” the man paused, another sigh leaving him. “But you’re just not hitting the mark anymore. You’re late, sloppy, giving excuse after excuse. And I’m getting to the point that I can’t keep lying for you anymore.”

“To be honest, I’m starting to wonder if your looks are fading because of it. You’re not taking care of yourself anymore. But I don’t have time to babysit my clients. You know that, I said as much when I hired you.”

Blake couldn’t believe what she was hearing, it was clear she was struggling and of all people she would’ve expect Damon to understand and give her time. Evidently she had expected wrong.

“We have a standard in this business kid, how else do you think these guys and girls sell the clothes they model or the products they endorse. It’s all about the brand and you have to look perfect while you’re doing it and I’m afraid you’re just not anymore.” Damon finished his drink with one final sip before putting the glass down and stepping out from behind his desk. Long tailored legs striding towards Blake as he placed a hand on her shoulder. 

His patronizing tone grinding on Blake’s nerves now the longer he looked at her.

“It was good while it lasted, but I’m afraid not everyone is cut out for this world sweetheart, I’m letting you. Your contact terminated immediately. I hope you can understand.” He patted her shoulder but quickly snatched it back when Blake slapped his hand away.

“Oh I understand!” She spat. “This obsession for perfection is ridiculous Damon. None of it is real! You pin and tuck everything to point I can’t fucking breath! You paint so many layers of makeup on my skin that it’s hard to tell it’s me, no woman looks like that! It’s not right and if that’s your idea of perfection then I’m glad you’re firing me!”

To Blake’s utter disgust, Damon simply scoffed in her face. An idle cocky smile widening across his face.

“They all get bitter when they realize they’re not as pretty as they used to be. Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m sure you can find employment somewhere else.” Damon joked sarcastically. “Perhaps somewhere that doesn’t require you to think too much, I know with this job ‘standing and looking pretty’ was already a stretch for you to remember all at once dear.”

“Fuck you Damon.”

“Enjoy the party Blake...might as well considering it’s your last.”

Blake trembled with anger at Damon’s cruel words, a chuckle echoing behind her as he stepped back out towards the party to greet his guests. 

Her bottom lip quivering as she refused to let herself cry. Her pride too stubborn to let anyone see she was upset. 

Turning on her heel she also rejoined the party, but surrounding people blurred and bled into the a mix of colours with no faces that seemed familiar. 

The blonde dropped herself on a lonely stool by the bar, raised fingers calling for the bartender as she order her drink. A bitter taste washing down her throat as she threw it back before ordering another. Her throat and chest warming and numbing all at the same time from the booze. 

Stray tears escaping down her cheeks as she wallowed in the depths of darkness she could feel herself falling into. But she didn’t care. She was tired. So tired of pretending. Pretending that she cared about the job she’d just lost, pretending that it didn’t hurt every time she thought about Negan living his life with someone else. Or trying to find the man that might not even want her. But most of all she was tired of pretending she was happy...

She honestly didn’t know who she was pretending for anymore. But she did know she was done with it. Maybe she really was destined to be alone, a lost soul wandering forever looking for a soulmate that didn’t want to be found. 

Message received universe. Thanks for nothing...She knew that now. 

She was finally realizing what it felt like to hit rock bottom and she was more than willing to give in to it. She’d noticed the side-glances and sneered looks from the guests the more she drank, her lip curling in disgust for their unwanted judgement. She didn’t need to sit there and take part in their pathetic game as they looked down their noses at her from their high horses. 

And so she chose to leave, but not before leaning across the bar to snatch hold of the bottle of scotch she’d been drinking. Her slender fingers wrapped around the neck of the glass bottle clutching it tightly as she stumbled towards the door. 

Her actions on everyone’s lips that saw her leaving, Blake giving on-lookers a bitter laced laugh as she passed. She was done with this life, these people and their corrupt world. 

And as she walked out the door, she didn’t regret a thing.

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As per this post. Here’s the excerpt of the first chapter of the new fic I’m working on.

This is completely different from anything I’ve written before; please be kind! I do appreciate the help with choosing a title for this. I’ll share the chapter in its entirety when I have a title, and after I finish Worth the Wait. And if I get positive feedback on the premise.

Thanks!

Warning: language; violence; adult themes.

Prologue

The Grimes Family owns and operates an illegal firearms racket in King County, Georgia. It is run by the ruthless Dixie Mafia Boss, ‘Daddy’ Gene Grimes. Daddy Gene has been in exile for some time after a bitter war with a rival organized crime family in neighboring Woodbury. Grimes Farm is a front for the weapons business. The eldest son in the Family, Rick Grimes, used to be in law enforcement, specifically a Sheriff’s Deputy; he had a falling out with his father because of his criminal activity. His younger brother, Jeff, was involved in the family business, primarily running guns to local gangs and militia groups, but Jeff got into selling drugs.

One evening, Jeff called Rick asking for help. Drug kingpin, Phillip Blake, also known as the Governor, was threatening his life. Rick found his brother at an abandoned factory in Woodbury. The Governor wanted Rick to pull strings as a law enforcement officer to get the heat off his drug business, Rick refused to help. As a result, Jeff was killed on the spot and there was an explosion at Rick’s residence simultaneously: His wife and baby daughter were also killed that night. After inflicting Rick with a serious head injury that left him in a coma, The Governor escaped and went into hiding. When he had recovered, Rick took over the weapons racket and vowed to track down the man who hurt his family. This was five years ago.

Presently

Michonne Bourdain is a Special Agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch. She is a skilled undercover operative who has infiltrated the money laundering operations of the Grimes Family business, posing as an accountant. Rick Grimes is about to be indicted, when he makes a deal with the FBI: He will lead them to the notorious crime boss who is known only by the name Negan. But he has two stipulations. His first: He is given immunity from any crimes committed after the deal was struck with State’s Attorney, Andrea Harrison. His second: that Michonne Bourdain continues to work with him undercover.  

 Michonne’s POV

“Is it all there?” I ask as my eyes shift from the portly, balding man standing before me, to the briefcase that contains crisp, new banknotes. They are stacked atop one another; each grouping totaling two thousand dollars.

His thick fingers trail over the money briefly as the tip of his tongue pokes out from his thin lips; a glint of light present in his grey, cold eyes.

“It’s all there,” he replies. He peels his gaze from case only to stare at my chest again; my braless breasts are pert under the top. The flimsy blouse I am wearing feels as if it is plastered to my skin; its coarse fabric causing my nipples to stiffen. The room is small and hot, and we occupants are all perspiring; this man is clammier than the rest of us. I don’t take my eyes off of him as I step forward. A small stream of sweat rolls slowly from his brow; he uses his swarthy hand to wipe it away. I swallow my disdain.

“You won’t be offended if I double check?” I question.

“Not at all, darlin’,” he answers, with a thick Southern accent, as he closes the case and slides it across the tabletop. I pick it up and take it to the note counter on the corner desk; the device is at least ten years old, but it still works well and is accurate. I take up a seat, open the case, and begin to remove the money. Rick Grimes sits silently at the table, directly adjacent to the man. Two other men, armed with fully-automatics, stand behind Grimes.

“Is it true what they say?” he queries.

“What do they say?” Grimes responds; I find myself glancing in their direction a brief moment.

“That you were law man, once upon a time.”

Grimes clears his throat and leans forward, resting his arms on the table.

“Yeah,” he drawls. “It’s true.”

I stack the money into the note counter and hit the start button.

“Shit,” the man says while crossing his arms over his protruding belly. “How the hell you get mixed up in all o’ this, then?”

“You know what? You ask a lotta damn questions,” says one of the men with the guns. He takes the lit cigar from his mouth and taps his hand against his firearm. His name is Ford and he is rarely seen without army fatigues on.

“What can I say? I’m a curious sumbitch.”

“Is that a fact?” asks Ford, a menacing grin on his face. “Well, let me tell you somethin’ about curious sonsofbitches: They wind up dead around these parts. You catch my drift?”

The man laughs a little, not realizing how much in danger he really is. I’ve witnessed Ford break some other guy’s jaw for accidently nudging him.

“My sincerest apologies. I mean no disrespect. I’m just tryin’ to get the conversation goin’ while we wait for Mr. Grimes’ lovely assistant to finish up with the cash,” he explains as he looks in my direction. Grimes glances at me as well, before looking back at the man whose gaze now lingers on me. “One more question, though: Where on earth did you find her?”

He drums his sweaty hands on the table and ogles me. I keep my eyes trained on the notes as I go about my business.

“That ain’t your concern,” Ford answers for Grimes, who raises his hand to let his henchman know he will allow the line of questioning.

“Why d’you ask?” Grimes inquires.

“She must be good to have around,” he states. “Makin’ sure you ain’t gettin’ short-changed and whatnot. Bet she knows how to suck a dick real good, too. With those lips, damn. Come on now, Grimes, she’s gotta be suckin’ your soul out, I mean, why else would you let a woman around your business if she wasn’t…”

My nostrils flare but I keep counting and stacking while that prick keeps talking shit; in this line of work, there’s always some asshole making crude remarks. Grimes gestures to Ford to step closer and holds his hand out; Ford passes the cigar to him. In a split second, the burning end of the cigar is slammed onto the top of the man’s hand.

“Fuck!” he screams as he pulls it away and stands; his eyes wide with surprise, his skin burning. “What the fuck!”

The two men behind Grimes aim their weapons at the hysterical man in front of them. Grimes stands, gets them to lower their guns, and then steps around the table to his frantic customer. He gets close to him and the man freezes in place. Grimes leans in and says evenly, “Watch what you fuckin’ say about her.”

“Rick,” I say as I close the case. “It’s all here.”

Grimes keeps his cold gaze on the deflated man.

“Thank you,” he offers. “Abraham, get this asshole his shit and get him the fuck out of my sight.”

Rick’s POV

“Abe, take the case in the car with you. Emm, ride back up to the Farm with me,” I say as we all leave the dingy little cabin.

The guys nod as Abraham says, “You got it, Boss.”

She hands over the case and then follows behind me; Spencer goes to get out from behind the steering wheel and open the door for me, like he always does, but I wave him off. I hold the door open for Emm and she climbs into the back seat. I go to the other side of the car and get in beside her. She smells good. She’s fucking intoxicating in every single way; she keeps her eyes straight ahead. I glance sideways at her; her skirt is hiked up a little. A light sheen of sweat covers her skin; that damn top is clinging to her. I wonder if she’d tell me to stop if I reached my hand over right now and touched her between her legs?

I don’t know if it’s because of her seeing me hurt that prick, or the image that he invoked of her perfect lips around my cock, that’s got me heated. Maybe it’s both. Maybe it’s because for these past eight months, I’ve been thinking about fucking her more and more. It’s a frequent train of thought for me lately. Especially on those late nights when she stays back to go over the books for me. I visualize bending her over that desk in my Daddy’s study and fucking her until she comes. Right now, I’d be content to slip my hand inside of her panties and finger fuck her until she comes. I bite my lip, wondering what she would think of me if she knew what I was thinking. My dick starts to press against my jeans. She looks over at me.

“He was a real charmer,” she says sarcastically of my newest customer. I snap back to reality.

“He’s lucky I didn’t bury him,” I reply. “I don’t think he’ll be back again.”

She smiles a little; God, she’s sublime.

“No,” she offers. “I don’t think he will.”

[headstrongblake-a]

Babes! what even is this!? how are there 450 of you following me? first off, THANK YOU. when i created octavia back in july of the last year i never imagined i would ever make it to almost a year of writing her. i was just having fun for the time being, writing a character i had fallen in love with. it never even crossed my mind that so many of you would enjoy my take on her. now, i can’t imagine not being on this blog. i’ve made so many memories & strong friendships that i’ll carry with me always. i just really wanted to thank you all for being so amazing and kind & it’s a pleasure seeing you all on the dash. each day your guy’s writing inspires me in so many ways. my octavia would be nothing without you guys!

Alright, so here’s some love for the ones who’ve stuck by me for almost a full year, for the people i admire every single day, for the ones i love & the friendships i’ve made, and for all the lovelies i watch from afar. i’ll try to not keep repeating myself but basically loves, you’re all amazing and i love every single one of you.

MY LOVES;

@foxofthe100 // @louisofthe100 // @ginaofthe100 - brittany my dear, i honestly do not know where octavia and i would be without you and your babes. writing with you and creating different worlds is always one of my favourites. we can literally talk for hours building new threads and head canons together. i think you along with heather, are one of the people who has at least 10 threads going with my little o. not only has writing with you strengthened my own writing, you’ve become truly one of my best friends. skyping with you and sending letters, and just getting to have you in my life is something i’ll always be grateful for. i love you britt.

@faultedleader // @unordiinary - oh no, heather it’s you. and i’m about to get pretty mushy here. i will forever be thankful that you sent in that ‘you’re not a monster/you’re a monster’ meme over nine months ago because from there we’ve only grown. i can’t even control octavia, whenever she sees a new idea her immediate thought is to message you so we can do the thing. i love sending you heartbreaking gif sets & that fact that most of this season we both spoiled each other before the episode so that we could handle getting through it! i love all the threads we come up with and the many different ways we’ve managed to break the blake siblings. i love the friendship we’ve developed & i never want to fall out of touch with you! you’re so incredible heather & i’m not sure what i would do without you. thank you heather!

@soldiiermade - karli, i don’t know where to begin. since day one i’ve been mesmerized with your writing. be it your threads, ask meme responses or your metas i always have to read every last word. i love the two worlds we’ve created for the blake siblings because they always feel like they have this beautifully realistic way about them. they’re complex & i feel like we can never run out of headcanons for these two. your friendship is one i will always treasure with me & i appreciate you so much. anytime i’m writing with you i can feel my writing constantly being challenged & strengthened and it’s such a great pleasure to be able to do it. i love how much you care about bellamy and that you refused to sugarcoat all the traits that people sometimes seem to villainize him for. your portrayal of bellamy is so raw and true & i still can’t believe i get to write alongside with you. ps - when we’re both not so busy with rl, we need to create more worlds!

@trikrulinkon - k, by now i’m sure i don't even have to tell you how attached i am to your writing. i mean just today you were telling me to stop giving you special treatment. ;) i think it’s pretty obvious that i enjoy having you around!! i don’t know how it is, but the second you reply to something all of a sudden my muse for that particular verse always skyrockets! octavia is always demanding i reply to yours right away. but one of the things i also love about writing with you, is that even if it takes me a million years to reply to something, i never feel guilty or bad because we’ve literally been writing within the two same verses since the summer! neither of them have died & they’ve only grown larger and more complicated. i mean, i guess you’re pretty awesome to, always giving me real advice, not sugarcoating things & it’s a bonus that you always give me laughing fits. you’re pretty fucking special & you’re not allowed to go anywhere. :)

@crimiinalchemiist // @valleyborn - danny my love, everything we write together is pure gold. i just love everything we do together and i enjoy all we’ve put our babes through!!! you’re a great friend, one of the kindest i’ve ever met and my life would be a little more dull without you in it. talking with you & writing with you is always a great time and you are truly the jasper to my octavia. no one else could compare to the bond we’ve built between them. i love you with all my heart danny and i appreciate everything you’ve ever done for me & appreciate your beautiful soul in my life.

@shxcklash // @nctyourplaything - emily you are the light of my life. gosh, i don’t know where octavia would be without you and harper. the bond we’ve created between our two babes is one i will never forget and one i hope we will always continue to write. your harper is so important to me and octavia!! mandy, oh goodness, this chick is insane! and i love her to pieces. you couldn’t pay me enough money to believe that you’re not actually channeling mandy while writing her character because i have NEVER seen someone so SPOT on with their portrayal before. it’s incredible. emily your friendship means the world to me & you’re one of my best friends! i love you dear!

@brckenmartyr //@echokcmazgeda // @auroraxblake - mama katie, goodness we don’t write together all the time anymore, probably my fault and we should change that, but there’s never a day where i don’t think of you or smile as I scroll through your tumblr, twitter, or instagram. there’s a reason you’re called mama katie, and i just have so much love for you. sending letters & cards back and forth with you will always be something i treasure ( really i do, they’re all in a special box ) and you’ve been there for me more times than i can count. i love you with all my heart and i’m so glad that writing octavia brought me to you. i don’t know what i would do without you.

@madegrounder // @mademurderer - kate my love, my babe, my original twin. ugh what can i even say except that i just love you so much!! you were the first octavia i ever wrote with & if i remember correctly the first bellamy i ever wrote a modern with and boy oh boy have we come a ways since then. we don’t write together as much as i’d like, my fault again because life is insanely hectic, but when we do write together i’m constantly left in tears & awe of how incredible you are. you’re always breaking my heart & putting it back together within minutes and i appreciate you so much. timezones are stupid so also tend to miss each other but you’ll always be insanely important to me. i want a thousand things with you <3

@hoperisen // @stupiidsheep // @hisprometheus // @mythosraised - tot, my hubbie, if you had asked me 10 months ago if i would be talking to you/writing with you or friends with you, i would have probably laughed in your face. because the second i saw your blogs i turned into a pile of mush just mesmerized by your writing. i was crazy intimidated by you but look at us now! i absolutely adore writing with you & still can’t believe you ever got me to write with ilian ( it was a semi hard sell at first to be honest ). your ilian is the only one i can write with because you just capture all your characters so beautifully. not only is your writing amazing, YOU are one hell of a person. your attitude and outlook on life has me constantly wishing i was just like you! i admire you so much.

@amongthcwreck - liz, i admire you so much! like insane amounts to be honest. every morning ( because you seem to be on when i’m sleeping/just waking up ) i always scroll through all your threads because i’m in love with the many different worlds you throw bellamy into! you always ring true to his character no matter where he is, and i just respect the hell outta you! i want a million things with you & definitely would love to get to know you more ooc!!! please keep rocking bellamy because you’re such a light on my dash every day!!

@portectorisms - below you is the reason i started indie, but you my friend, are the reason i chose octavia. i must have spent a good six months sending you ask memes and just sitting there in awe of how brilliant your writing is, i knew you were a person i had to write with. i’ve always had a love for the 100 but reading your blog constantly is what really pulled me into want to write octavia blake and for that, i will forever be thankful and love you for. even tho i’m slower than slow, writing you is one of the greatest highlights. i always feel my writing challenged with you.

@spctlessminds // @packgenius - emily, you’re the only reason i have the chance to do this. without you, i probably would NEVER have joined indie. i would still be spiraling in circles trying to find a creative outlet after the group had died down. all the things i’ve learned in indie, all the bonds i’ve forged, and the friendships & memories i’ve made, are all because of you my dear. i love you & i appreciate your friendship so much. i know since being on octavia, my muse for anything else has fallen to the side a little but lately i’m trying to find a balance. so soon i’ll get it right! emily, thank you so much for being by my side the last.. goodness, 3.5 - 4 years?? you mean the world to me.

@shestried - J, babe i love you so much. every time i chat with you, snap with you, or write with you i’m having the time of my life. yes, even in those times where you’re literally ripping my heart out of my chest and stomping on it. i love writing with you and the different scenarios we constantly come up with. i love that like you said, we can go days or weeks without talking but when we do it feels like no time has passed at all. i think that’s a sign of a really good friendship? or something like that. i love you darling & i appreciate having you in my life!

THOSE I LOVE & WISH TO WRITE MORE WITH;

@anditsxsorrows / @accidentprcne / @imnobodysson / @onyafevayuj / @lcvedher / @weaknessisdeath / @wanderdestined // @basiicphysics / @everyturnanycost / @redempticnarc / @robinhoodmaia / @idsurvive / @earthkeepcr / @darkestbeforedxwn / @floathim / @gatekeepcr / @kalipsou / @bxmbsxaway / @bornbutterfly / @indiebryan / @linkkon / @commandsdeath / @hxdaleksakomtrigedakru / @childcharlotte / @othcrsidex

THOSE I ADMIRE/STALK FROM AFAR aka we should do things;

@toysoldicr / @leyosgona / @kingroun / @madefighter / @ncncriminalway / @shewhofights / @icymenace / @haihefaroun / @eldcstson / @iintcntiions / @hedaiisms

[chara-killer-bear]

All

1. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU HELD HANDS WITH?

Last person I held hands with is my fam Marco because he was leading me outta ROP after catching me at a bad time lmao

2. ARE YOU OUTGOING OR SHY?

Can I say both? o;v;o

3. WHO ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING?

@static–things ewe

4. ARE YOU EASY TO GET ALONG WITH?

I’m not sure tbh– 

5. IF YOU WERE DRUNK WOULD THE PERSON YOU LIKE TAKE CARE OF YOU?

Hopefully if they don’t get drunk themselves–

6. WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE ARE YOU ATTRACTED TO?

Let’s see-

- at least sweet and honest 

- always there for me no matter what

- ultimate memes

7. DO YOU THINK YOU’LL BE IN A RELATIONSHIP TWO MONTHS FROM NOW?

@static–things ewe

8. WHO FROM THE OPPOSITE GENDER IS ON YOUR MIND?

Either Marco or Blake

9. DOES TALKING ABOUT SEX MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE?

Well no shit 

10. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU HAD A DEEP CONVERSATION WITH?

@static–things tbh

11. WHAT DOES THE MOST RECENT TEXT THAT YOU SENT SAY?

r ip my soul “don’t you mean your selfie”

12. WHAT ARE YOUR 5 FAVORITE SONGS RIGHT NOW?

- Jenny by Studio Killers

- Can’t Sleep Love by Pentatonix

- Pretend by Bad Suns

- Rather Be by Clean Bandit

- Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley

13. DO YOU LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE PLAY WITH YOUR HAIR?

Nothing really ‘cause I don’t really play with my hair that much :”)

14. DO YOU BELIEVE IN LUCK AND MIRACLES?

If I’m lucky enough to meet the bae, then ye I do believe in luck and miracles~

15. WHAT GOOD THING HAPPENED THIS SUMMER?

- August 1, 2016

- Joined a whole bunch of AUs

- So many memes going on and roasting bigoted ass 

16. WOULD YOU KISS THE LAST PERSON YOU KISSED AGAIN?

I would likely stab their sucker before they even lay a hand on me. 

17. DO YOU THINK THERE IS LIFE ON OTHER PLANETS?

It’s possible- I mean, there’s so many unknown plants out there in the galaxy and we just haven’t discovered them or they haven’t discovered us–

18. DO YOU STILL TALK TO YOUR FIRST CRUSH?

Let’s see- my first crush was a guy named Aaron, and hell no. 

19. DO YOU LIKE BUBBLE BATHS?

It’s sad I never had one before :”)

20. DO YOU LIKE YOUR NEIGHBORS?

Let’s see- 

1st neighbor- Grandma (meh)

2nd neighbor- Vy, the girl who goes to the same high school as me (meh)

3rd neighbor- Loudy af Latinos and had the police on their butts twice or thrice (nah)

4th neighbor- Basically Vy’s uncle I assume (nah, considering they keep blocking the driveway way too many times)

5th neighbor- Another Latino family that I haven’t quite known yet (They chill, plus their parrot and their dog is cute)

6th neighbor- Latina woman (I honestly feel sad for her, considering she’s schizophrenic, her college counselor is an ass, her boyfriend steals money from her, and her mom is a rude lady. She honestly doesn’t deserve all that, and despite all her troubles, she’s a really sweet lady.)

7th neighbor- Bella and her family (I hate them and especially Bella. Honestly, Bella used to be kind, like she let me pet her dog before when me and my mom first moved in. But now I don’t see her dog anymore, and Bella acted like I never even existed. Like there was that one time at night where Bella was talking to my mom about wigs and it was around 10-12 at night, plus I was holding all the groceries, so it should be a dead ass clue that I looked like shit, right? WELP, Bella never even batted an eye at me, when I waved hi she didn’t even acknowledge my existence, and basically kept talking to my mom for at least 1-2 straight hours before my mom actually opened the door to our apartment so I can drop down the fucking groceries–) 

21. WHAT ARE YOU BAD HABITS?

Welp-

- Procrastination

- Sleeping

- Anxiety

The OT3 PSA

22. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRAVEL?

Texas so I can see the bae

Or probs New York because honestly there’s so many places that look especially wonderful to look at~

23. DO YOU HAVE TRUST ISSUES?

Sometimes but not all the time- usually it’s started anxiety: it either starts from-

- someone breaks my trust > anxiety > trust issues

- someone says something > starts to question myself or others > anxiety > trust issues

24. FAVORITE PART OF YOUR DAILY ROUTINE?

Talking to the bae~

25. WHAT PART OF YOUR BODY ARE YOU MOST UNCOMFORTABLE WITH?

Uncomfortable with? I mean, I guess I could say my arms or my face–

26. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU WAKE UP?

Talk to the bae, stalk Tumblr, and go on from there :”)

27. DO YOU WISH YOUR SKIN WAS LIGHTER OR DARKER?

Lighter

28. WHO ARE YOU MOST COMFORTABLE AROUND?

@static–things​ @aph-slovakia​ 

other than that, mostly my IRL friends such as Marco, Blake, Glend, etc. 

29. HAVE ANY OF YOUR EX’S TOLD YOU THEY REGRET BREAKING UP?

Well there’s always ex from hell, considering he stalked me a good amount of time after we broke up and kinda is atm

30. DO YOU EVER WANT TO GET MARRIED?

Maybe

31. IS YOUR HAIR LONG ENOUGH FOR A PONY TAIL?

Yeeeeee–

I mean, it’s up to my posterior–

32. WHICH CELEBRITIES WOULD YOU HAVE A THREESOME WITH?

First off, ew 

Second off, no

33. SPELL YOUR NAME WITH YOUR CHIN.

sally jasn cvhhhhhhhhhhhesd

34. DO YOU PLAY SPORTS? WHAT SPORTS?

No sports here :”)

35. WOULD YOU RATHER LIVE WITHOUT TV OR MUSIC?

Without TV– it’s not like I watched TV in the first place anyway :”)

36. HAVE YOU EVER LIKED SOMEONE AND NEVER TOLD THEM?

Meh- what of it?

It is what it is and I’m content with who I’m with now~

37. WHAT DO YOU SAY DURING AWKWARD SILENCES?

I s2g there was this awkward silence in a group and I whispered “wait so everyone is thinking of the same plan- we gonna do the murder?” and then the group blew up :”)

38. DESCRIBE YOUR DREAM GIRL/GUY?

@static–things​

39. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE STORES TO SHOP IN?

Starbucks or Target– 

40. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?

Visit the bae~

41. DO YOU BELIEVE EVERYONE DESERVES A SECOND CHANCE?

I mean, ye

I can’t waste a chance that they changed, and if they didn’t, I can always stab them in the ass

42. IF YOUR BEING EXTREMELY QUIET WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

Either depression, crying, sleepy, hiding from someone, lost in deep thought, etc. 

43. DO YOU SMILE AT STRANGERS?

Sometimes– Like if they look like they’re in a good mood and are friendly enough to wave at me, I just give ‘em a friendly nod and even a smile back–

44. TRIP TO OUTER SPACE OR BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN?

O U T E R S P A C E LET’S GO 

45. WHAT MAKES YOU GET OUT OF BED IN THE MORNING?

Either my mom yelling at me to do something and rarely my own will either because I feel really hungry, feel disgusting and want to wash my face repeatedly, or roam around the apartment and enjoy the silence. 

46. WHAT ARE YOU PARANOID ABOUT?

Honestly many things but one of the most notorious ones would be people hating me, fucking up, etc. 

47. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN HIGH?

Nah–

48. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN DRUNK?

Nah–

49. HAVE YOU DONE ANYTHING RECENTLY THAT YOU HOPE NOBODY FINDS OUT ABOUT?

Maybe

50. WHAT WAS THE COLOUR OF THE LAST HOODIE YOU WORE?

Blue~

51. EVER WISHED YOU WERE SOMEONE ELSE?

Honestly one of my top scenarios, but hella scary, so it’s a maybe–

52. ONE THING YOU WISH YOU COULD CHANGE ABOUT YOURSELF?

- procrastinating

53. FAVOURITE MAKEUP BRAND?

There’s no specific brand I have in mind tbh– Like ye, I use lipstick every now and then, but I don’t really pay much attention to the brand, practically speaking I rarely use makeup in the first place–

54. FAVOURITE STORE?

I would say Target or Starbucks

55. FAVOURITE BLOG?

@static–things​

56. FAVOURITE COLOUR?

Redish-pink or a really dark shade of blue~

57. FAVOURITE FOOD? 

SPAM MASUBI, DUMPLINGS, PIZZA, CANDIED SWEET POTATOES, PALABOK

58. LAST THING YOU ATE?

Pizza :”)

59. FIRST THING YOU ATE THIS MORNING?

Crispy Noodles- the one they sell at Panda Express as a snack

60. EVER WON A COMPETITION? FOR WHAT?

There was like this hula-hoop competition we had a lot in 3rd grade where the one who hula-hoops the last out of everyone wins and gets candy and usually it was my friends who would always win; however in the very last hula-hoop competition I was the last one standing and I honestly still feel that victory every time I think of that memory–

61. BEEN SUSPENDED/EXPELLED? FOR WHAT?

… h eh- I mean, ye, I did, but p sure you know the story–

62. BEEN ARRESTED? FOR WHAT?

Technically not arrested, more like caught and got scot-free

63. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? 

@static–things​

64. TELL US THE STORY OF YOUR FIRST KISS?

…ew

65. ARE YOU HUNGRY RIGHT NOW?

Not really, considering I’m barely finishing breakfast :”)

66. DO YOU LIKE YOUR TUMBLR FRIENDS MORE THAN YOUR REAL FRIENDS?

Meh– so so–

Tbh most of my Tumblr friends I either get in an argument with or they leave me behind, and I only have a good few of them who still talks to me to this day.

However, my IRL friends I can see and hear whenever I go to school, and I can go do after school adventures with them, but it invites drama, and once you go into drama you really can’t escape it because you have to face them- IRL. 

So in other words, it’s a so-so situation–

67. FACEBOOK OR TWITTER?

Facebook.

68. TWITTER OR TUMBLR?

Tumblr. 

69. ARE YOU WATCHING TV RIGHT NOW?

Nah–

70. NAMES OF YOUR BESTFRIENDS? 

- Jessica

- Blake

- Emely

- @static--things

71. CRAVING SOMETHING? WHAT?

Craving sleep most of the time and maybe even bae cuddles but sh

72. WHAT COLOUR ARE YOUR TOWELS?

At the moment, purple–

72. HOW MANY PILLOWS DO YOU SLEEP WITH?

0. 1 at most–

73. DO YOU SLEEP WITH STUFFED ANIMALS?

Sometimes :”)

74. HOW MANY STUFFED ANIMALS DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE?

More than 10 that’s for sure :”)

75. FAVOURITE ANIMAL?

Penguin or a Panda :”)

76. WHAT COLOUR IS YOUR UNDERWEAR?

wtf

77. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?

Vanilla~

78. FAVOURITE ICE CREAM FLAVOUR?

VANILLA

79. WHAT COLOUR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?

Black

80. WHAT COLOUR PANTS?

Black

81. FAVOURITE TV SHOW?

One of my alltime favorites would be Whose Line Is It Anyway

82. FAVOURITE MOVIE?

Coraline

83. MEAN GIRLS OR MEAN GIRLS 2?

Mean Girls–

84. MEAN GIRLS OR 21 JUMP STREET?

I would say Mean Girls for now, considering I haven’t watched 21 Jump Street before :”)

85. FAVOURITE CHARACTER FROM MEAN GIRLS?

I don’t know– I guess the main protagonist..?

86. FAVOURITE CHARACTER FROM FINDING NEMO?

DORY

87. FIRST PERSON YOU TALKED TO TODAY?

@static–things​

88. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO TODAY?

@static–things​ :”)

89. NAME A PERSON YOU HATE?

Jonah, Steven, etc. 

90. NAME A PERSON YOU LOVE?

Luther~

91. IS THERE ANYONE YOU WANT TO PUNCH IN THE FACE RIGHT NOW?

Well other than Jonah, I would love to punch someone in the ballsack, but can’t

92. IN A FIGHT WITH SOMEONE?

Technically, considering it’s a kinda a game of cat and mouse but much more dangerous, but there’s no way the cat can catch the mouse so it okey

93. HOW MANY SWEATPANTS DO YOU HAVE?

None

94. HOW MANY SWEATERS/HOODIES DO YOU HAVE?

A LOT

95. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?

Last movie I watched would probs be There Will Be Blood

96. FAVOURITE ACTRESS?

I don’t really have one :”)

97. FAVOURITE ACTOR?

Don’t have one either :”)

98. DO YOU TAN A LOT?

Nah, although I tan easily–

99. HAVE ANY PETS?

My cat named Peter + goldfish

100. HOW ARE YOU FEELING?

Happy but a tinge of depression slipping here and there, but still otherwise fine uvu

101. DO YOU TYPE FAST?

Let’s see- 

Just retook the Typing Test and I got 72.9 WPM

102. DO YOU REGRET ANYTHING FROM YOUR PAST?

A lot of things really–

103. CAN YOU SPELL WELL?

Welcome to the Penumbra, my dear Traveler. We hope you enjoy your stay. 

104. DO YOU MISS ANYONE FROM YOUR PAST?

A few particular individuals, one of them I know for sure I’ll never hear from them again. I just hope the rest are doing fine like I am.

105. EVER BEEN TO A BONFIRE PARTY?

Nope :”)

106. EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART?

I’m not entirely sure–

107. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A HORSE?

Boy I wish I had :”)

108. WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING?

Doing homework and working on this art project but procrastination is kicking me so go me :”)

109. IS SOMETHING IRRITATING YOU RIGHT NOW?

A bunch of things a particular person said to me during a call but it’s slowly fading away– 

110. HAVE YOU EVER LIKED SOMEONE SO MUCH IT HURT?

Nah– Well kinda– But it was a few months ago and shibam the problem cleared anyway–

111. DO YOU HAVE TRUST ISSUES?

Not at the moment–

112. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU CRIED IN FRONT OF?

Well, excluding over the internet, I would say Marco–

But if not, then it would be Luther

113. WHAT WAS YOUR CHILDHOOD NICKNAME?

Sophie–

114. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN OUT OF YOUR PROVINCE/STATE?

Only for a week-

It was a history field trip we had in 8th grade where we got to travel all the way across the country to where New York, Virginia, Pennsylvania, and other states were at and it was amazing~

115. DO YOU PLAY THE WII?

Nope :”)

I don’t even have a game console :”)

116. ARE YOU LISTENING TO MUSIC RIGHT NOW?

Ye–

117. DO YOU LIKE CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP?

H ELL YE S

118. DO YOU LIKE CHINESE FOOD?

Not particularly, but I would say orange chicken is delicious~

119. FAVOURITE BOOK?

I would still say either One Hundred Years of Solitude or The Adventures of Edward Tulane

120. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?

Nah

121. ARE YOU MEAN?

Maybe, I’m not sure myself– It depends on what others think of me–

122. IS CHEATING EVER OKAY?

No. It’s heart-breaking- 

123. CAN YOU KEEP WHITE SHOES CLEAN?

Nah– Not like I always want it to be clean in the first place–

124. DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?

Maybe and maybe not

125. DO YOU BELIEVE IN TRUE LOVE?

Probs not anymore

126. ARE YOU CURRENTLY BORED?

Nah–

127. WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY?

The bae and being with them

Joining AUs, spreading my ideas, eating sweet things, being with friends, etc. 

128. WOULD YOU CHANGE YOUR NAME?

Ye– I’d probs change it to Sally or Ally, maybe even Shawn if I felt like it

129. WHAT YOUR ZODIAC SIGN?

Aquarius~

130. DO YOU LIKE SUBWAY?

Can’t say for sure, since I probs never rode a subway before :”)

131. YOUR BESTFRIEND OF THE OPPOSITE SEX LIKES YOU, WHAT DO YOU DO?

Bleh- 

I mean, if I just heard that from just a rumor, then I’d let them be

However if they told me in person, then I’d probs just let them down easily and then hope for the best they don’t become a stalker but continue as if everything’s normal

132. WHO’S THE LAST PERSON YOU HAD A DEEP CONVERSATION WITH?

I s2g I think some of these are repeat questions-

@static–things

133. FAVOURITE LYRICS RIGHT NOW?

From the song I’m listening to now-

“I’m never going down, I’m never giving up,

I’m never gonna leave, so put your hands up

If you like me, then say you like me”

134. CAN YOU COUNT TO ONE MILLION?

I can try– I’d probably get side-tracked–

135. DUMBEST LIE YOU EVER TOLD?

“o ye I’m at my grandma’s”

136. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED?

Almost every time open–

I feel like I can’t breathe or it’s too stuffy or I find it creepy whenever the door is closed

I mean, on some occasions such as wanting privacy and such the like, I don’t mind having the door closed-

But most of the time I prefer the door open

137. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

Sadly 4′9″ to 4′11″ :”)

138. CURLY OR STRAIGHT HAIR?

Curly hair seems pretty~

139. BRUNETTE OR BLONDE?

Both?

140. SUMMER OR WINTER?

BOTH

141. NIGHT OR DAY?

Night~

142. FAVOURITE MONTH?

Either January or July

143. ARE YOU A VEGETARIAN?

Technically nah- since I eat chicken a lot :”)

144. DARK, MILK OR WHITE CHOCOLATE?

White chocolate~

145. TEA OR COFFEE?

Tea!

146. WAS TODAY A GOOD DAY?

Today’s a lovely day~

147. MARS OR SNICKERS?

Snickers– I never quite tasted a Mars bar before–

148. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE QUOTE?

“I reject your reality and replace it with my own.”

149. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

Ye–

150. GET THE CLOSEST BOOK NEXT TO YOU, OPEN IT TO PAGE 42, WHAT’S THE FIRST LINE ON THAT PAGE?

“That was no good.”

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