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❛ BLACK CAT ❜

@the-knife-with-an-edge / the-knife-with-an-edge.tumblr.com

Writer & Muse are 22+ | Please Read Rules & About | Explicit Violence and Sexual Themes. | Indie OC.
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Negan couldn't help but be a bit suspicious of the woman. The walking dead plagued their location in Virginia just as it had the rest of the world, and she looked far too-- clean and undisturbed to simply be someone who was wandering about the apocalypse without coming from a nearby community.

He figured she most likely resided in Alexandria or the Hilltop. It was all some kind of act-- it had to be. Perhaps she was some kind of spy sent by Rick Grimes--he wouldn't put it past that prick.

Or maybe he was just thinking too hard. The battle between communities had Negan a tad on the paranoid side these days-- he knew that.

❝ Name's Negan, by the way. And you may not see it, sweet- heart, but believe me when I say: it is everywhere. I OWN this shit.

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Another chuckle left him as he spoke, ❝ --and just so we're clear? I happen to love the shit out of a woman who can bite. Hell, that kinky shit? Only makes my ass that more interested. ❞

"Negan." She tries the name out in her mouth, her eyes holding a sense of apprehension. She could tell he found something off about her. What it was exactly she wasn't too sure - Bolest had spent the past month galavanting across state borders, from Ohio to Delaware to now, Virginia. Dodging the undead had been the easy part, killing any humans that had gotten in her way had also been relatively easy (but surprisingly unnecessary). -- Good supplies could be found in the most interesting places provided one had her supernaturally keen senses. Had the humans advanced that far yet? She couldn't quite remember when that started happening.

It was fixing her vortex manipulator that had been the incredibly, frustratingly difficult part (now that it had burnt out again). She was going to wring the neck of that fucking time agent if she ever got her hands on him. Jason or Jack or whatever his stupid name was. She raises both eyebrows at Negan's words "Oh really? Well, in that case, I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun."

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Negan chuckled lightly, amused by the woman's sarcasm and confidence. He takes in her appearance, admiring the way she carries herself. ❝ Well, shit, Bolest, you're a feisty one, aren't you? Not gonna lie-- that kinda shit? Turns me on.

Resting his weapon carefully at his shoulder, he begins to walk towards her, strides full of arrogance-- every movement marked with a purposeful swagger that speaks volumes of his bravado.

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❝ As for where we are? We are smack dab in the middle of my territory, sweetheart-- the Saviors' territory. So, now-- I gotta ask. "

Negan leaned down to whisper in her ear, ❝ What made you think crossing into Savior territory would be a good idea? ❞

She can't help the eye roll. The swagger, the weapon. Ahh the bat - so versatile, so blunt...so many brains all over the pavement...Simpler times. "Saviours territory?" Her features remain unfazed, perhaps bordering on confused with a hint of second hand embarrassment. How southern of them... "Is this some sort of cult? Look man -" She raises a hand. "Sorry, but I don't swing that way these days. You're very handsome and all, but no amount of psychedelics in the world could convince me...anymore."

The late 60s had been a rough time for Bolest.

"Interesting. I don't see your fuckin' name anywhere." His voice in her ear made her feel some kind of way she wasn't quite ready to admit to herself; so much so she didn't realise her own voice had turned into the same whisper.

She looks up at him from the corner of her eyes. "I'd be careful if I were you, I bite hard."

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“𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙀” - 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙋𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎.

hi friends!! basically, i watched the teaser trailer for season 2 of shadow and bone, got excited, began to reread the soc duology, and then these happened! or rather, i found an ancient unpublished fic i wrote after the first time i read the duology, and decided to make that a problem for everyone else! i hope you all enjoy these, you don’t need to have seen the show nor read the books, i actually think many of these are fairly fandomless! i just wanted to explain my inspiration! DON’T ADD TO THIS LIST! i’ll make more lists like this one! ily all, bon appetit, go forth and write or read or nap or watch tv or something!
  • “ my goodness, you’re not nearly as stupid as you look! ”
  • “ you have all the answers right in front of you. you just need to look at it differently. ”
  • “ don’t presume that you know me just because you’ve heard a few rumors and read a few articles. ”
  • “ there’s certainly more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there? ”
  • “ i urge you to remember exactly who it is you’re talking to. because while others might appreciate your tone, i assure you, i do not. ”
  • “ i’m concerned that you mightn’t understand what discreet means. because the path of chaos you’ve just created is exactly the opposite of discreet. ”
  • “ you owe me a favour. i’m here to collect. ”
  • “ i thought it was a good time to pay you a visit. it’s been so long, after all; and we have so much to catch up on. ”
  • “ you are not your father/mother/parent’s child. not by anything other than blood, and that’s not even on the spectrum of importance. ”
  • “ i was wrong about you. ”
  • “ you know, i was warned not to get involved with you. people insisted it was a fool’s decision. but i held out hope that you’d prove them wrong. now’s your chance. ”
  • “ i’m not the sort of person to fuss over hurt feelings. you’re either of value to me, or you’re worthless. so prove to me that you’re not the latter. ”
  • “ you honestly think i don’t know where you go each night? i’m not blind nor an idiot. i just trust your ability to return home unharmed. ”
  • “ have you told anyone else about this? ”
  • “ there are no children anymore. only survivors. childhood and innocence are luxuries afforded to the privileged. not us. ”
  • “ i offered you an opportunity once. to build a better world together. we both know how that turned out. and now, you come crawling back, begging for… what? mercy? forgiveness? ”
  • “ i’m with you. always. no matter what happens, i will be right by your side. do you understand? ”
  • “ we’re a team, aren’t we? teams stick together. even when the leader is being a prick. ”
  • “ …i was really worried about you, you know. you scared me earlier. and i’m not saying it to make you feel bad, it’s just… promise me you’ll tell me if things get bad again? ”
  • “ i can’t pretend to understand all this stuff you’ve got going on. but i do promise that i’ll be here to help you through it all. alright? ”
  • “ there’s a job that needs to be done before we get to work on the big task. that’s why i’m here. you’ll be helping me/us to complete both jobs. payment upon completion. ”
  • “ you and i aren’t as different as you want to believe. that must be why you’re so angry. because looking at me, all that i’ve done… it’s like looking in a mirror. isn’t it? ”
  • “ people are scared. they need a leader. and right now, like it or not, they’re looking to you. so go on. lead us. ”
  • “ you’ve come up with some really insane plans over the years, but this is just defying any amount of belief. ”
  • “ look. i don’t care if people underestimate me. i actually enjoy it. they see me as an idiot, they drop their guard, the end. but i need you to know that i’m not an idiot. okay? ”
  • “ people have died. we can’t let that go unpunished. ”
  • “ the world is changing. and if we don’t get ahead of it, then they’ll be the ones to decide what it changes into. ”
  • “ right! what’s the plan, then? and god help the lot of us if you don’t have one. ”
  • “ not all of us can afford the luxury of a conscience. ”
  • “ don’t make the deadly mistake of presuming my actions reflect weakness. too many have made that same presumption. and not a single one of them lived to tell the tale. ”
  • “ you’re scared. i can tell. the shaking, the look in your eye… you want to run. don’t. you’ll waste precious time and energy, and you’ll need it all if you want to live. ”
  • “ everything is gone. it’s all smoke, ruin, obliterated. is that our legacy now? our reputation? destruction, devastation, death? is that who we are? ”
  • “ we’ve fought against powerful enemies before, but this is beyond that. if we want to get out of this alive, we need to be smarter, stronger, better than we’ve ever been before. ”
  • “ don’t forget why we’re here. there’s far more at stake than our lives if this goes wrong. ”
  • “ you’re the only person here i trust. we need to stick together, watch each other’s backs. just because everything’s changed, doesn’t mean we have to, too. ”
  • “ i can’t think of anyone i’d rather be doing this crazy, ridiculous, nearly definitely lethal mission with. let’s go out with a bang, eh? ”
  • “ you people are completely insane. but you’re also insufferably good at this sort of thing. so let’s go save the world, shall we? ”
  • “ why are we fighting so hard to save the lives of people who hate us, anyway? ”
  • “ you’re the best there is at this sort of thing. i’d hate to see the one who got the better of you… ”
  • “ look at them all. going around, fussing over money, clothes, land… do they ever realize what’s going on around them? do they ever see the bigger picture as we do? ”
  • “ you’re clever. good. it’s nice to have a challenge. but you should know now, you’ll want to be a hell of a lot smarter than that if you want to go up against me. ”
  • “ you and i both know the risks. we both know what people like them are capable of. tell me it’s all okay, and i won’t question you. but if it isn’t… we need to be ready. ”
  • “ it’s lonely and vicious at the top. i can handle that. but you… you wouldn’t survive five minutes of this life. ”
  • “ you can’t survive in this world without growing a thicker skin, and erasing that naive belief that you can trust anyone you meet. least of all me. ”
  • “ if you’re knocking on my door, i can only imagine it means you’re here to collect. and by your demeanour, it’s one hell of a favor you’ll be asking, too. ”
  • “ i understand your anger. i’ve lived with that sort of rage for many years of my life. but you need to set it aside, understand? we need you calm if we want to get out of here. ”
  • “ oh, don’t get all sentimental. i saved your life because you’re worth more to me alive than dead. it doesn’t signify any degree of care or affection. ”
  • “ you have one hell of an inflated ego, you know that? we were told this job was impossible. that’s not a challenge. that’s a fact. it is not possible. even for you. ”
  • “ i’ve heard it all before. one more job. one more mission. one last heist. but there’s always more. it’s like some sort of obsession for you. searching for another thrill. ”
  • “ enough! this is it! don’t you see that?! we almost died! you almost got killed! if the saints are kind enough to save us today, it’s only so we can quit while we’re ahead! ”
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continued from here "Whatever you do to me, won't be near twice as bad as what he will do to me if I say even a single word." The man leant in, straining against the leather binds. "You know that, you insane bitch." Bolest rolled her eyes, lips pursed. "He certainly does have a way with that sort of thing." She murmured, more to herself than anyone else. Her mind tracing back to that night in the forest with Joseph...She hadn't been able to touch any recreational psychedelics since... The man looks at Lacey. "Genuinely? Just kill me. That's going to be so much less worse than what he's going to do to me."

And whoever this guy knows. Bolest thought to herself. Any family this man had, was fucked if he let anything slip. "Back to where we started then! Great."

A hand shoots out and wrenches the mans index finger back, into the top of his hand. Which of course, prompts a scream from the man, at the sudden break of his entire finger from the joint.

"Bolest!" Comes Red's admonishing voice. "прости!" She mumbles, raising her hands defensively. "это была несчастный случай, владнм!"

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"Well, you've come to the right woman then." She laughs, cocking an eyebrow. "You can call me Bolest." While it was her name, there was some amusement in half-pretending it possibly wasn't. "You wouldn't be able to tell me where the fuck I am, would you?" She lazily gestures around and then shrugs. " -- Looks all the same to me." Abandoned towns, overgrown trails, forests...The Southern-eastern states...it was all so BORING.

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think it's finally time to turn my lovely lady into an actual indie oc and make the dw aspect a verse instead?

not that it will change anything, i just be wanting some flexibility with the backstory.

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Wondering if I am continuing to subject myself to my own personal hell (in this case: living with my emotionally abusive ex because he won't LEAVE) because of my own stubbornness of not wanting to have to deal with dividing up furniture, my cat, etc. Life is also, however, very short and i've already subjected myself to over a year of misery with this wanker.

However, landlord said he wouldn't put my rent up sooooo?

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“What do you think? Is he gonna crack?”

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Bolest shrugged. Red also shrugged.

"Probably not yet, he's got a lot to lose if he gives himself up. If I don't kill him. Greene certainly will. Though I think that he thinks, that there's still some hope left... Depends on what kind of mood Joseph's been in recently if that's true or not." Out of the corner of her eye, she catches Red raising an eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that, I can say people's first names if I want too." She murmurs. Pulling out a pair of needle nose pliers from her back pocket, she continues, looking over at Lacey. "Have you seen that episode of The Handmaids tale where June gets taken off to be tortured by Gilead? So good, right?." She grins. "Surprisingly applicable here, considering this guy isn't a hot-shot regarding rank or anything."

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Bolest opens and closes them a couple times, frowning at the stiffness. "Ugh, they're kinda shitty. Red, can you pass me the stuff?" He hands her a can of WD-40, rolls his eyes at Lacey at Bolest's lack of proper nouns.

"If you've got any ideas, now might be a good time before he starts screaming."

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Lacey stares on at the target with her hands on her hips for a long while. Not so much a frightened doe or rabbit-- more a frightened fox-- ready to snarl and snap should a hand get too close. He’s already well banged up, but his teeth are bared to bite. Violence begets violence, in these circles. But to Lacey, it isn’t always necessary. 

The reference goes over her head, as she hasn’t sat down to watch that particular show quite yet, but she can put one and two together. She inhales through her nostrils, index finger tapping the leather of her belt with a satisfying beat.

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 “Is cutting a deal out of the question?” she asks, glancing between Bolest and Red. “Lots of people fight tooth and nail against torture, but when something is on the table?” She shrugs. “I know I’ve taken deals to keep a finger or two. If he doesn’t take it, the only person at a loss here is him.”

She may be the proverbial “good cop” in this scenario, but she isn’t exactly good

She frowns. “You’re no fun, you know that?” 

“     Lacey’s right.” Red replies. “If he thinks he’s going to die either way, whats the point of him giving up any information?” He thinks back to all those papers he’s sent to her about the efficiency of torture for information (or lack of) and wonders if she’s read them. 

He know’s she has, Bolest just didn’t care either way. 

“We may as well try and cut some deal to see what we can get out of him. If we still have to kill him at the end...” He shrugs. “It’s no skin off our teeth.” 

Bolest sighs. “I suppose...” She crouches down to the mans height, pulling off the ear muffs.  “Look, listen carefully. I’m not going to kill you or even hurt you anymore. Provided you start cooperating.” 

Bolest had barely finished before the man started to laugh, prompting her to look back at Red and Lacey with the most unamused of expressions, giving the suggestion that she does not have anywhere near the amount of patience needed to deal with this. 

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[from the shining starters]

“No. Give me your deal and I’ll take it.“

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He feels Red's gaze hit him, his face saying nothing but Bolest could practically feel the judgemental raised eyebrow. "What happened to 'Let's Not Get Involved In Each-other's Work?" He shrugs, sitting back in his chair.

Cults were admittedly a little out of his depth; something he had kept away from for the last century. Though now they were gaining huge political power in parliament, they were posing an issue for both the syndicate and Bolest's...sensitive non-human status. Though Red, was only privy to the first reason. "Что бы мы хотели, чтобы она сделала?" Mutters Red. " Мы не знаем, что происходит. или кто это делает."

Bolest glances at Red. "я знаю это, ты знаешь это. но лейси не знает..." He waves his hands around. "It's all very complex. And I don't want the government getting involved. Which they absolutely will if that Not-Dad-or-Whatever of yours finds out. " He's referring to Sherlock of course.

"Undoubtedly you would be useful, but as you can see Red and I our issue that we will not be disclosing to you one hundred percent under control." He claps his hands together with a smile.

"So I think, that's that then."

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Where Lacey Adler is more likely to turn to rich colors, tall heels, and a red lip, Emma Knightly is not. She turns to soft and relaxed floral dresses, she doesn’t know how to curl her hair right, and heels may as well be a death trap. She’s soft and meek– the perfect victim for a cult to dig its claws into and never let go.
It was strange to leave behind her finer frocks in favor of what Lacey saw as her still cute, but more casual, summer wear. Stranger still was how she and Bolest packed their things independently, missing one another like satellites in the sky. Her her apartment-turned-office feels sterile and cold these days, but she supposes that is how Emma would feel too. She’s alone in the world. Another box for the cult to tick. 
She has maybe ten minutes before the cab arrives, just enough time to apply Emma’s muted and nude makeup. As good a time as any to lay a few ground rules with her client/husband. She dials his number, puts her phone on speaker, and places it on the bathroom counter so she can get to work applying her soft brown eyeshadow. 

Bolest spends much of his time tossing and turning, his mind a locomotive powering through and through. He could feel the light pressing on his eyelids with each passing hour, rising over London.  There’s a moment - perhaps an hour or two where he finds himself somewhere between lucidity and unconsciousness. Shapes of empty fields, and abandoned buildings that spiral down deep into the earth swirl around like haze in a desert.  

You have so little breath left...Spend it wisely. 

The haze shifted into red dirt, climbing itself back up into a dust bowl that seemed to spread out endlessly. Somehow it felt incredibly familiar and at the same time unknowable.  Bolest’s phone buzzed loudly into his ear, jolting him awake. Swearing, he fumbled with it a few moments.  “I’m awake. I’m awake...Good morning.” 

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“What do you think? Is he gonna crack?”

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Bolest shrugged. Red also shrugged.

"Probably not yet, he's got a lot to lose if he gives himself up. If I don't kill him. Greene certainly will. Though I think that he thinks, that there's still some hope left... Depends on what kind of mood Joseph's been in recently if that's true or not." Out of the corner of her eye, she catches Red raising an eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that, I can say people's first names if I want too." She murmurs. Pulling out a pair of needle nose pliers from her back pocket, she continues, looking over at Lacey. "Have you seen that episode of The Handmaids tale where June gets taken off to be tortured by Gilead? So good, right?." She grins. "Surprisingly applicable here, considering this guy isn't a hot-shot regarding rank or anything."

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Bolest opens and closes them a couple times, frowning at the stiffness. "Ugh, they're kinda shitty. Red, can you pass me the stuff?" He hands her a can of WD-40, rolls his eyes at Lacey at Bolest's lack of proper nouns.

"If you've got any ideas, now might be a good time before he starts screaming."

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