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i’m moving magna over to @natshana so follow us there!!

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;;scorpio

name: Magna date of birth: November 3rd

Element: Water Quality: Fixed Color: Scarlet, Red, Rust Day: Tuesday Ruler: Pluto, Mars Greatest Overall Compatibility: Taurus, Cancer Lucky Numbers: 8, 11, 18, 22 Date range: October 23 - November 21

SCORPIO TRAITS

Strengths: Resourceful, brave, passionate, stubborn, a true friend Weaknesses: Distrusting, jealous, secretive, violent Scorpio likes: Truth, facts, being right, longtime friends, teasing, a grand passion Scorpio dislikes: Dishonesty, revealing secrets, passive people

Scorpio-born are passionate and assertive people. They are determined and decisive, and will research until they find out the truth. Scorpio is a great leader, always aware of the situation and also features prominently in resourcefulness.

Scorpio is a Water sign and lives to experience and express emotions. Although emotions are very important for Scorpio, they manifest them differently than other water signs. In any case, you can be sure that the Scorpio will keep your secrets, whatever they may be.

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I.  BASICS.

NAME:  Magna (i actually have a loose meta that this is not her real name but i don’t want the show to prove me wrong like shows…do.) NICKNAME:  Mag AGE: 25-30 verse dependent SPECIES:     human

II.  PERSONAL.

MORALITY: lawful  / chaotic /  good / neutral /  evil  /  true RELIGION:   non-practicing  / raised roman catholic SINS:  greed /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust /  pride  /  envy  / wrath VIRTUES:  chastity  /  charity  / diligence /  humility /  kindness / patience  / justice KNOWN LANGUAGES:  english ; german ; asl  SECRETS:  she likely has very few to be honest. magna is fairly honest and very self-aware so i’m going to leave that here, apart from hiding places for her knives and what we don’t know about her jail time, she’s deceptive and private by with-holding information but not secretive when asked/confronted.

III.  PHYSICAL.

BUILD: scrawny  / bony / slender / fit /  athletic  /  curvy  /  herculean  /  pudgy  / average HEIGHT: 5′8″ SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS:   various small scars, nothing major.

IV.  FAVOURITES.

FOOD:   powdered donuts ; potato salad using potato chips as a spoon ; she misses sushi ; breakfast for dinner (bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, toast drenched in a stick of butter, nothing sweet) hot sauce is a food group and so is salt. DRINK:  coca-cola, coffee with far too much cream and sugar, not-southern sweet tea ; lemonade with a salted rim.  COLOR:  rust, cyan, peach MUSICAL GENRE:   rem ; really random but pretty much anything with a strong angsty beat. hates rap. BOOK GENRE:  oddly perhaps…historical, anything about history, it was her favorite courses in school, learning about everything from the roman empire to salem to gettysburg. MOVIE GENRE:  documentaries ; grunge horror NOT gore horror.  CURSE WORD:  what the fuck. shit.  SCENTS:  gasoline, spring, petrichor, she misses the smell of fresh asphalt not because she liked it; it was something she hated but misses, fresh peach, clean linen she gets nauseated at times by the scent of nature but she also gets nauseated by strong perfumes she’s no longer accustomed to, she misses christmas scents, queasy around burning wood for too long. a fresh crisp night that just…smells like nothing, is the best thing to her. 

V.   FUN STUFF.

BOTTOM OR TOP?  dom top / top leaning switch SINGS IN THE SHOWER?  whistles or hums…if anything. mostly mutters incoherent cursed conversations with herself about things she SHOULD have said when someone said something to her like a week prior or even years ago. LIKES PUNS?  more than she should. 

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magna deserves one wife...and it’s not miko.

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who died...so far?

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Wanda picked her second sock up from her bed and put it on, before looking back up at Magna. “That is very kind of you. Everyone has been super helpful and I think we’re set for the next couple of five months at this point.” She chuckled slightly and reached out to move the cradle, when Hope started to stir and make a soft noise. “I’m also feeling almost normal again, so it’s no big deal to get things myself. Do you want to stay for dinner? You could catch me up on everything I have missed in the last four and a half days being stuck in this house.” With a careful movement, she picked Hope up and cradled her against her chest, because the tiny girl had started to fuss around, little legs kicking against her swaddle blanket. “Shhhh it’s sleep time for you, peanut. This is aunt Magna, she’s pretty cool and you’ll hopefully see a lot of her in the future.”

it was good to hear that others were checking in on the new mother too and helping her out around this place. the offer reached her and pulled her eyes from the little baby. “yeah, do you want me to cook somethin?” she didn’t think wanda should have to; sure it was her place but she didn’t like the idea of her doing everything when her hands were already full, not when she could sit with her daughter, not when it was herself who had stopped by and intruded. “you haven’t missed much. groups keep goin’ out scouting but we’re just...i don’t know, cornered in somehow.” she hated the feeling, only able to go so far one way or another, sticking to their roads. if she didn’t want them dead so badly magna would have wished harder that the skinheads just picked somewhere else in the country to try controlling, but she wasn’t gonna wish for that...when she wanted them dead and she wanted to be there when they picked off the last of them. magna’s eyes looked to wanda’s daughter a small smile crossed her features. “pretty cool, pretty kick-a...butt.” she met wanda’s eyes and nodded. “i’ll be around, definitely.” she actually felt nice about being around, making sure that she was more, the notion felt good.

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feel free to change pronouns / wording !

“ good news ! i’m gonna be coming home soon ! ”

“ i gotta get back to work. ”

“ you were right, i did lie to you. ”

“ you alright ? you just disappeared the other night. ”

“ give me a break. ”

“ i only work with professionals. ”

“ i knew i shouldn’t have worn my good shoes. ”

“ oh shit, glad i had my shots. ”

“ you stick with me. ”

“ need a nice hero shot of me coming down the ladder. ”

“ you shouldn’t be here. ”

“ where are you taking me ? ”

“ are you gonna tell me what’s going on ? ”

“ i’ve been bad, i deserve this. ”

“ you shouldn’t have done that, it fucking hurt ! ”

“ welcome to the family, son. ”

“ rise and shine, sleepyhead. ”

“ god damn it, i bet it’s that cop again. ”

“ i’m comin’ back for you. ”

“ you’re wasting your time. ”

“ shut up and listen if you want to stay alive. ”

“ you gotta give me your gun. ”

“ i can’t let her catch me again. ”

“ i am sick and tired over being sick and tired of your bullshit. ”

“ sure as shit beats the hell outta dyin’. ”

“ which - in a word - means, you’re fucked. ”

“ i will find him and i will make him suffer. ”

“ wish you could’a warned me. ”

“ what the fuck ? that’s special. ”

“ i’d really like to make it out of this room alive and not die a horrible, painful death. ”

“ guess i’m gonna have to step up my game. ”

“ not only are you still alive, you have all your fingers and toes. ”

“ i’m not sure anymore. ”

“ i’m going to enjoy watching you die. ”

“ don’t be scared. ”

“ i’m tired of waiting. ”

“ it is your fault, but that doesn’t mean i’m gonna let you die. ”

“ those things are everywhere. ��

“ why does everyone hate me ? ”

“ playtime’s over. ”

“ they say that when one door closes, another opens. ”

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idgaf about yumagna tbh, or whatever ship name yumiko and magna are given. the conflict of interests and the power conflict is really inappropriate and uncomfortable. 

yumiko was her lawyer, and we know that magna went to prison, we don’t know for what. nadia has only hinted that she believed it wasn’t as bad as people might think, but regardless, i nope so hard at the ship entirely and it’s not currently valid on this blog. something about the pairing on the show has always felt very off to me, and i’m not here for it.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i was never okay with the way yumiko overrides magna the way that she does, every choice magna wishes to make, everything that she offers and brings to the table when magna knows that she is capable of following through. to be constantly berated is one thing but coming from someone magna is supposed to be in an intimate relationship with, a partnership with,...is fucked up and unhealthy and it’s not cute. 

i fully stan magna calling out her bullshit, about listening to everyone else and then DOING WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO ANYWAYS. there is a reason luke refers to magna as the leader, even though it’s obvious that magna does not see herself as the leader. here’s the thing. here’s the difference. 

yumiko: what do you all want to do? cool. instead we’re going to do what i want anyways.

magna: luke wouldn’t want us going to look for him. you all want to go anyways? okay fine, let’s go. oh it backfired and was pointless? that’s fine, let’s get all of us home together and safe. 

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The Walking Dead - 10x04

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@takenpeace​ said:   ❝ here, take my sweater. ❞

the weather was supposed to get colder. pretty lame that felt capable of dealing with everything but the cold. her eyes cut up to jesus and his words made her all the more aware of what she wasn’t dealing with well. “then you’ll freeze.” he was definitely the priority to keep from freezing. after the injuries he’d sustained before, and him being back on his feet, she didn’t want him to get sick and end up feeling worse for it.

magna’s eyes softened on him and she held her jacket tighter around herself. “i can find a blanket, do you want one?” she knew once the sun hit the sky and the clouds cleared up it was only going to be colder without cloud cover trapping in the heat through the atmosphere. she paid a little attention in science classes. oceanside didn’t help much when the breeze was bitter rolling in over the water. it made watch posts miserable when it was usually something she enjoyed. “want a coffee or somethin’?” 

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protector / protectee starters

“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”

“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”

“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.” 

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”

“just be careful.” 

“i’m always careful.”

“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”

“i won’t let them hurt you.”

“you can’t save me from this.”

“please try and stay out of trouble.”

“if anything happened to you…” 

“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”

“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”

“this is the only way to keep you safe.”

“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”

“everywhere you go, i go.”

“it’s not your job to protect me.”

“it’s my job to protect you.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”

“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”

“please come back in one piece.”

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Nadia Hilker as Magna in ‘the walking dead’ 10x04

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@boltsandashes​ sent:  "Ah, fuck it."

so what? the thought was directed at herself and stayed in her head, thankfully, but it was another day without coming across a stomping ground for the skinheads. one day, is what it had been since they’d last come across signs of the whisperer’s in the area and the building they’d just cleared revealed nothing to show they’d been here. worse it was getting dark which meant it would be time to stop soon. stepping back outside into the grass around the area only made her eyes scan their surroundings for the direction they’d come in and which to go. the sun was cutting splinters across the sky from below the horizon. they had to stop, they didn’t need to.

they both had their ways of blowing off steam, both had their measures. daryl would grumble under his breath, magna’s fist ached to slam into something more solid just for a moment of pretending it was one of the skinhead’s skulls. the side of her closed fist only hit lightly to the cinder-block wall; she knew better than to hurt herself out here and with the need to be able to handle her knives; she wasn’t stupid to fuck up that badly. 

the last thing she wanted was to stop for the night, she was restless and he seemed to be; even dog seemed to be chopping at the bit to trail these fuckers and end them and he didn’t understand a fraction of what their human minds did in the way of images that kept so many up at night. patience; she needed more of it, she knew that already, but fuck if her eyes didn’t go to daryl with every ounce of desperation she felt to keep moving, through the night, keep going. moving....

he was moving, towards her and as quickly her back hit the wall of the small run down building, a hard huff that wanted to leave her cut off by the pressing of his mouth over hers, angry maybe, restless, frustrated, so many things that she found herself pressing into him more and not questioning. her hand moved strongly to his jawline and no matter how much she wanted to fight the sinking of the sun in the sky, she fought this way in this moment, she let her lips fight with his. she needed this fight.