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Hey, y’all.

I’ve been busy since the order to work-from-home has happened and reviving a GoT/ASOIAF blog of mine (along with now planning two possible DnD campaigns). I’ve also decided to archive this blog and move it to a new one (same url, I just needed a clean space since I’m re-working some things).

You can find Betty over here.

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betty’s rolling in her metaphorical grave right now

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Concept: Betty with spidey-sense but instead of it being spidey sense it’s Vince-sense and she starts raging.

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Soft OC Asks

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

🌼 Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

Questions for You!

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!!

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

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(Slim) “ i can learn.”

“You weren’t listenin’. I didn’t say you couldn’t, but you can’t use this beast.” She gestured toward Creosote. The black stallion watched Slim with calculating eyes. “This one would kill you.”

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(Grant) “ what the hell is this mess?”

“Hey,” she stopped sweeping, strands of hair falling out of its bun, “don’t get pissy because you don’t know what spring cleanin’ is.”

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“ i liked the fights. i didn’t like that i liked them.”

“No one said you had to stay and watch,” came the retort and she didn’t spare him a glance. “If it bothers you, then don’t come to the Zone.”

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"I wish I'd never rejected your friendship" -- Holly still feels awful about that, but figures it's not something she can come back from. Obviously they're on decent terms now, but she assumes that if she ever actually said this to Betty, she'd get yelled at or told to fuck off.

“That’s old news. There’s other things you need to be thinkin’ about.”

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"Not normally into skinny red-heads, but something about you... I'd love to see how quick I could make that tough girl act disappear."

Body taut, hand clenching and upper lip curled - she doesn’t bother to contain the disgust.  “It’ll be a cold day in Hell before you find out.”

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If you could say one thing to my character’s face without any repercussion, what would you say?

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*: ･ﾟ✧   the walking dead season 3 episode 6.

feel free to change pronouns, wording, etc. as needed!

“ what the hell is this mess?”

“ it means something, the way it’s all set up like that.”

“ he was right to send us out.”

“ we’re doing a righteous public service here.”

“ it says ‘go back’.”

“ i don’t believe this is happening.”

“ hey! hey! you knock it off. what the hell’s wrong with you?”

“ he chose you ‘cause he thought you were ready.”

“ if you keep announcing to the world that you’re pissing your pants, i’m gonna have to smash your teeth in.”

“ well, i’m gonna keep calling you __, all right?”

“ we having fun yet?!”

“ hello? is- is someone there?”

“ i’m not going to say where we are.”

“ are you- are you someplace safe?”

“ part of it is because we’re careful.”

“ what makes your place so safe?”

“ it’s just… away… from them.”

“ i’m with a good group of people. would you be willing– could you take in others?”

“ we can pull our weight. we can help you.”

“ i’d have to talk to the group.”

“ let me make a case.”

“ let me talk to them first.”

“ please, please, don’t- don’t go. just… please.”

“ we’re good people here.”

“ we just- we just need some help. we can help you.”

“ please! you don’t understand, you don’t know…”

“ we’re dying… we’re dying here.”

“ we’re running low on ammo, though.”

“ them shots just pulled every biter in this area our way.”

“ now you’re gonna rise to the occasion, son.”

“ some serious shit’s going down. i need you here. you read me?”

“ i don’t want you to die.”

“ now you know we don’t ever let our own turn. never.”

“ you know you can join in. they don’t bite. that’s kind of the whole idea of the place.”

“ seems like you also encourage people to punch each other in the face.”

“ you didn’t like that much, huh?”

“ listen, i want to ask you something.”

“ i’m not gonna tell you how to run your town.”

“ this is our town. you stayed. you’re part of this now.”

“ if it’s an escape, i don’t think it’s the right one.”

“ it’s brutality for fun, and i think the world’s brutal enough already.”

“ it really bothered you, huh?”

“ but i do wanna be here.”

“ so, what did you say before i made you condemn our sadistic way of life?”

“ i want to contribute. everyone else does.”

“ i want to work the wall. i’m a good shot. i want to stay that way.”

“ can you use a bow?”

“ i can learn.”

“ well, i can get somebody to teach you.”

“ and you want to come where we are?”

“ no attacks, no one’s been bit. no one’s died. no one’s turned, no one’s gone crazy.”

“ you could be dangerous.”

“ have you killed anyone?”

“ how many people have you killed?”

“ he tried to kill me, so i killed him.”

“ i don’t want to talk about that.”

“ i figure we can start tomorrow. there’s a training area, some hay bales.”

“ you must be pretty good.”

“ i mean, it’s worth more than my car. it’s… awesome.”

“ so i totally killed him for it.”

“ that wasn’t why you killed him.”

“ we’re not supposed to go over the wall!”

“ what the hell was that?”

“ that is how it’s done.”

“ i said i could do it.”

“ what is wrong with you? this isn’t a game.”

“ may i?”

“ i’m a ghost from the knee down.”

“ you saved my life.”

“ take your time, whatever you need.”

“ you carried us. you didn’t let us give up. you got us here.”

“ it’s not enough. it’s not safe enough.”

“ there isn’t anywhere else.”

“ i know you want to get away from this, but we’ve run already.”

“ i got a call. someone called. on this phone.”

“ if it’s safe, we’ll get there.”

“ don’t tell the rest of the group, not yet.”

“ i’ll sit here with you.”

“ i ran after them, but i couldn’t keep up.”

“ that was the hard part. you know, she was just gone. erased. nothing left of her.”

“ people said it was better that way.”

“ i don’t know. just made it seem like it wasn’t real, you know?”

“ i know why you want to see me.”

“ you were told we don’t go over unless we have to.”

“ i just… i wanted a little practice.”

“ i liked the fights. i didn’t like that i liked them.”

“ could’ve walked out. you started walking out. but you stayed.”

“ are you saying that i like you, too?”

“ i think i’m growing on you.”

“ you rose to the occasion. when we get back, i’m gonna get you a beer.”

“ no, no, no, no. we’re done. we’re gonna grab a car, haul ass home.”

“ i’m gonna keep going.”

“ ain’t worth our time. definitely ain’t worth our blood. now let’s go.”

“ this is some serious shit, that’s what you said.”

“ you’re right. can’t cut corners on this one.”

“ you’ve come along pretty quick, there.”

“ hear that bird?”

“ but if- if that’s what it takes.”

“ it would be good. you should talk about it.”

“ how… how do you know my name?”

“ it’s a beautiful day.”

“ get that duck.”

“ a kid growing up in a prison could use some toys.”

“ you were the kinda guy who waxed his car every weekend, right?”

“ my dog was a wonder of stupidity. lost a fight with a tree once.”

“ you did this.”

“ i find it hard to believe that you didn’t have a single thing that you were proud of before.”

“ so how long has it been? … uh, since- since you’ve had whiskey this good?”

“ well, i’m happy to forget a lot. not just the bad stuff.”

“ i want to be here… right now.”

“ you don’t have to be ashamed about liking the fight. or fighting the fight.”

“ it’s not the only thing, but nowadays, it’s part of being alive. really alive.”

“ most people don’t have it, what it takes to see the whole story.”

“ eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die”

“ oh, i’m not planning on dying.”

“ i like the quiet.”

“ and where is it you’re calling home?”

“ you made it.”

“ can you tell me, is __ alive?”

“ hey, you take me to him, and i’ll call it even on everything. no hard feelings. huh?”

“ fixed it up myself. pretty cool, huh?”

“ the fact that we found each other is a miracle.”

“ come on, now. you can trust me.”

“ you trust me. you stay here.”

“ put that gun in the car right now!”

“ what the hell you need slippers for?”

“ how do you know me?”

“ i loved you… i loved you.”

“ i couldn’t put it back together.”

“ i made a deal with myself. i would keep you alive.”

“ i couldn’t open that door. i couldn’t risk it.”

“ i was gonna keep you alive, and then… i thought there’d be time.”

“ i thought there’d be time… there’s never time.”

“ i lied when i said i was off the clock, this is a 24/7 kinda gig.”

“ should i hide under the bed?”

“ we lost all three guys.”

“ well, we’ll dress it up. give ‘em a hero’s funeral.”

“ you tell a story. a supply run gone sideways.”

“ from the looks of ‘em, they’ve got to be set up pretty good.”

“ everything okay?”

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(Matthew) “ oh, i’m not planning on dying.”

"I never said you were, but I'm offerin' to help. I think Tidings can spare me for a while and not burn to the ground."

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“ seems like you also encourage people to punch each other in the face.”

“Don’t act like you’re some kind of saint. We both know that ain’t true. Besides, the fuckers deserved it and there isn’t any harm in teaching people to stand their ground.”

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“ listen, i want to ask you something.”

This isn’t what she needs, or wants. With a headache blooming from the coming responsibilities Betty rubbed at her forehead, looked to Asher, and said, “Yeah. Sure. Ask away.”

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(Kid Meme) Betty/Matthew

Name: Quinn Bridger, but has grown fond of the nickname ‘Scout.’ This is the name they tend to go by.

Gender: Non-binary. 

General Appearance: Scout is short and, at first appearances, frail-looking but what they lack in strength they make up for in endurance. They dress in unassuming colors - dark flannel, deep greens, and browns - with their own touch of handstitched patterns. They keep their dark, curled hair short (reaching just below their ears) and covered with a beat-up, faded cattleman hat. They have light brown eyes and tanned, freckled skin.

Personality: Adventurous and daring, Scout's fearlessness knows no bounds. They were notorious in their earlier years for playing pranks on the other residents of Sunshine Tidings (not even their parents were spared) and leaving the settlement’s boundaries without notifying an adult. These pranks were never malicious - Scout is too soft-hearted for that.

Special Talents: Scout knows that guns are useful; however, they simply dislike them. Guns are loud. Too loud and they defeat the purpose of sneaking. So, Scout has devoted the majority of their time to the bow/crossbow. They’re also good with a needle, and a decent rider.

Who they like better: Matthew.

Who they take after more: Matthew.

Headcanon: Scout’s trickster tendencies fade (somewhat) as they grow, but their desire to explore does not. For a time they are content to patrol the land surrounding Sunshine Tidings with their trusted mount, Ruffian, and picking off raiders and other threats before they have a chance to reach the settlement’s walls. Eventually, they decide to venture North.

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If they had a kid meme

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

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Gender:

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Personal Head canon:

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“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“I don’t know what’s more pathetic -- you threatenin’ a bird or the fact that the bird’s got you scared shitless?” And she could help. 

She could help but damn, this is entertaining to watch.