‍𝚑𝚘𝚠‍ ‍𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‍*𝚖𝚢 ‍ 𝑓͟𝑢͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑙͟.ᐣ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙸’𝚅𝙴⠀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡᴇᴅ ⠀ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ⠀𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙍𝙎⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝚝𝚘 ⠀𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 ⠀𝗈𝗇𝖾 ⠀ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⠀𝙸 ⠀𝚂𝙴𝙴 ⠀𝑜𝑛𝑒.

[‍𝚑𝚘𝚠‍ ‍𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‍*𝚖𝚢 ‍ 𝑓͟𝑢͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑙͟.ᐣ @LOKHElRA]

𝑇𝐸𝑀𝑃. 𝑃𝐼𝑁𝑁𝐸𝐷 —— au / independent portrayal of 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎 “𝗙͟𝗥͟𝗘͟𝗗͟𝗗͟𝗜͟𝗘” 𝐿𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠; a tabloid blogger who exploits violent crimes and personal tragedies for clicks, often clashing with the law & the killers she reports on.

[ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ   ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ྐ❤︎ 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡𝔡oor. @timoramoris]

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[‍𝚑𝚘𝚠‍ ‍𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‍*𝚖𝚢 ‍ 𝑓͟𝑢͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑙͟.ᐣ @LOKHElRA]

leopard print, love my life.

[‍𝚑𝚘𝚠‍ ‍𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‍*𝚖𝚢 ‍ 𝑓͟𝑢͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑙͟.ᐣ @LOKHElRA]

how i look at him when he's about to confess everything i'm gonna make world news the next morning.

[ℋ𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙾 ⋄ 𝐘♡𝐔 @inksoflie]

https://t.co/eBMcHNGJqh

[‍𝚑𝚘𝚠‍ ‍𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‍*𝚖𝚢 ‍ 𝑓͟𝑢͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑙͟.ᐣ @LOKHElRA]

a short pause follows. ted fingernails trace over the laptop to close it. suppose a long needed break wouldn’t hurt.

“correct.. and you are?”

[‍ ᵈ͟ᵉ͟ᵃ͟ᵈ   ˚̣̣̣ ྀི𝓰𝔦͜𝕣𝓁   𝔴𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔． @haunthuntress]

"hello," sam respond cheerily. "you're freddie lounds, correct?"

her happy tone is masking the anger she's actually feeling.

[‍𝚑𝚘𝚠‍ ‍𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‍*𝚖𝚢 ‍ 𝑓͟𝑢͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑙͟.ᐣ @LOKHElRA]

gaze lifts from the laptop screen to the uninvited guest. head follows and rises soon after, index pushing the glasses upwards the bridge of her nose. “…hello?”

[‍ ᵈ͟ᵉ͟ᵃ͟ᵈ   ˚̣̣̣ ྀི𝓰𝔦͜𝕣𝓁   𝔴𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔． @haunthuntress]

she'll approach - confident despite the aura the other is giving off, dropping into the booth seat across from her.

[‍𝚑𝚘𝚠‍ ‍𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‍*𝚖𝚢 ‍ 𝑓͟𝑢͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑙͟.ᐣ @LOKHElRA]

in the far back of a local diner, surrounded by files and her laptop; an empty dish and her forth coffee refill. approach at own risk.

[‍𝚑𝚘𝚠‍ ‍𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‍*𝚖𝚢 ‍ 𝑓͟𝑢͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑙͟.ᐣ @LOKHElRA]

of her nails is held towards him. “do you smoke?”

[‍𝚑𝚘𝚠‍ ‍𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‍*𝚖𝚢 ‍ 𝑓͟𝑢͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑙͟.ᐣ @LOKHElRA]

Freddie hasn’t done this in a long while. Killers and whatnot became a second threat when walkers lurked and overran the whole world. she used to be calm and collected around people like Negan, tempt and taunt them with a confidence that refused to allow any sense of fear {…}

[ⁿᵉᵍᵃⁿ ݁ˢ ‍‍ ‍‍ ╋━ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ 𝐬a͟n͟c͡tua𝔯y. @salvatiomortum]

incredulity was eating at him, straight after the world became functional and he had to grab back the pretense ―― trust issues were not allowing his tainted mind to rest when nights grew cold but industrialized lights blessed the city . betrayal caused his empire to fall, ⠀ ⤸

[‍𝚑𝚘𝚠‍ ‍𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‍*𝚖𝚢 ‍ 𝑓͟𝑢͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑙͟.ᐣ @LOKHElRA]

things to be insinuated. “but rumors spread almost as fast as walkers and it becomes harder and harder for the truth to prevail. so i come to collect the truth straight from the source.” another smile is offered, appearing to be on his side. a marlboro pack matching the red {…}

[‍ ‍ *̲ ‍𝑢𝑛𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽𝔣𝗈𝗑. ‍ @cynicalmorals]

⠀⠀

[‍𝚑𝚘𝚠‍ ‍𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‍*𝚖𝚢 ‍ 𝑓͟𝑢͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑙͟.ᐣ @LOKHElRA]

significance."

[‍𝚑𝚘𝚠‍ ‍𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‍*𝚖𝚢 ‍ 𝑓͟𝑢͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑙͟.ᐣ @LOKHElRA]

there it is, that signature chill in her bones when meeting men of his kind. Freddie has taught herself not to allow it show or overwhelm her. a deep inhale is all it takes to gain control.

"well, like i said on the call, since the privilege of the internet is back it's {...}

[ⁿᵉᵍᵃⁿ ݁ˢ ‍‍ ‍‍ ╋━ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ 𝐬a͟n͟c͡tua𝔯y. @salvatiomortum]

atmosphere shifting as soon as he walked in 、 that inherent swagger stayed within him , a subtle reminder of his dominance when the world was still hoarding the 𝒅ead . time passed and people changed but 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 , not negan . the man did not change , did not gave away his darker parts for an ounce of normalcy ―― instead , he 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 himself 、 becoming the man everybody respected , despite not knowing his whereabouts .

phenomenal leather jacket cracked undernath broad shoulders , clean boots finally coming to a halt . he'd hold the redhead's gaze , sensing that there's gotta be something 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 , terribly so . 〝 what was the call for ׅׅ𖤠 〞he drawled , gravel―slick voice showcasing the kind of nonchalance , he didn't plan on 𝒎aintaining for long .

not after the 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 . . .

[‍𝚑𝚘𝚠‍ ‍𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‍*𝚖𝚢 ‍ 𝑓͟𝑢͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑙͟.ᐣ @LOKHElRA]

important to document the events that occured while the world was on pause. or offline, if you may." a smile decorates her face, practiced to perfection and a hand offers Negan a seat to her table.

"sit Mr. Smith. from what i hear your name and story is of great {...}

[‍𝚑𝚘𝚠‍ ‍𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‍*𝚖𝚢 ‍ 𝑓͟𝑢͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑙͟.ᐣ @LOKHElRA]

@LAZARUSR1SlNG "like i told your brother, you guys hunt monsters, i hunt monsters and right now we're probably after the same one. would a collab be such a horrible idea?"