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———  BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME: Roma

PRONOUNS: Feminine

ZODIAC SIGN:  Taurus/Dragon  

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Married

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

Currently 12 weeks pregnant 

My cat is both diabetic and asthmatic, and loves his medication. 

I’ve worked in the drive thru of Mcdonalds once and someone threatened to shoot me with a gun, due to someone else trying to “help” over the headset. 

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

Oh man, I started roleplaying wayyyy back on those yahoo user rooms. You could make a public chatroom and dozens of other roleplayers would join. People would roleplay together in a mass group roleplay, or use that to meet other writers to rp with privately. I was like 15 or something? 

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

My only real preference is that I generally feel more comfortable writing villains. No idea why, but I have more fun and have an easier time getting inside their head. 

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF: I mean - it’s okay but isn’t really my go-to plot. The desire hits me every once in a while but not often, and those are usually the threads I end up dropping first.

ANGST:  Oh yes, please. Lets fuck some shit up.

SMUT: Smut is welcomed but I’m pretty strict about who I write it with. Seeing as I’m almost 33, I don’t even consider it with someone under the age of 21 and that age will likely raise shortly. 

PLOT / MEMES: Oh yes, the more plots the more invested I become. 

Tagged by: @csilentium​

As thought lifetime after lifetime passed beyond Octavia’s closed lids, her mind in stasis always led her back to the same point in time. The bunker would open, and fresh air would fill her lungs only to have her put into another cage. Helpless to stop the ever moving cascade, she merely longed to bask in the suns warmth, fall to the grass, and lay within the flowers. Like a dream, vision hazy, she met the gentle eyes of Niylah, one of her closest confidants. Unable to tell of she were dreaming or awake, she stared at the other with expectations of enlightenment.

"Blodreina..." passed the other woman’s lips and in that moment she knew she was no longer in a deep slumber.

"Did we arrive..?" Octavia - BLODREINA - hoarsely inquired, though could see the hesitation in the blond woman’s averted gaze. She would come to learn of a the journey she and everyone aboard the silent ship had made, of how it never left the dying earth to reach the newfound planet where humanity would awaken and flourish.

Slowly, Octavia sat up with a wary comfort from Niylah of the weakness she may have endured due to the unknown time spent in cryo. With little regard, the red queen would lay her feet on the steel floor and push herself to stand.

Calloused and cold, Octavia could still see that look in Gus' eyes. This was a job - to be taken SERIOUSLY and nothing less. And yet, these infrequent moments with Marco had become more frequent, more sought after. He had unlocked pieces of herself that she thought sealed up, releasing the beast from its cage. He was special to her...

Her fingers slid between his, almost tentatively but never losing that strength within she had always relied on in times of strife. His request caused a TINGE OF ROSES to bloom against her cheeks, almost surprised by the reciprocation. A smile pulled the corners of her lip, half grin lingering for a moment before shed respond. If Gus knew even the smallest detail of how she felt, she knew she'd have hell to pay.

"Of course..."

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The age of the Commander had ended when the bunker doors slammed shut like that of the venus fly trap around the dying fly. With a vice hold over her rule, THE RED QUEEN looked to Clarke as the only thing in the way of attaining her only true heir - Madi. Black blood coursed the child’s veins, seen as the past coming to save the savages from their sins. Advisors held their breath in company of the topic, unsure of how Octavia would sway in terms of the young girl’s future. But truth be told, to her - MADI WAS A GEM. A rarity now fallen into Octavia’s hands. Ruthlessness brimmed beneath the surface though capped with mercy for her people. Octavia only wanted to give Madi what she built, when her own stars would burn out. And to think Clarke did nothing but shelter the child from the greatness that awaited... Octavia couldn’t understand, and as such gave a mocking scoff.