Why haven't you been posting? Hope this isn't rude, I just miss your posts..Did u leave the fandom?
i'm still here but i'm on hiatus b/c of schoolwork n stuff...we stan a scholarly sister
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Why haven't you been posting? Hope this isn't rude, I just miss your posts..Did u leave the fandom?
i'm still here but i'm on hiatus b/c of schoolwork n stuff...we stan a scholarly sister
well the series is finally over and we can say without a doubt that omar has received zero character development but you know what??? he's perfectly fine that way
Pour one out for Enid and Tara. Those girls came a helluva long way and didnât deserve this.
My ass is trynna prepare for the deaths that might happen in ep 4 of twdg
And then this shit happens!? đ©
Do you have wattpad?
I don't actually. I might make an account if I'm not too lazy to try to get all my fics over there :)
What do you think about the psych kitten drama
there shouldn't really be a need for any drama i mean she wrote hardcore smut about minors so why are we even discussing it... especially since we were all so quick to cancel monicherrie/hjoe8 over similar content
We don't talk but your content is awesome and I live for it
anon ily and please come talk to me lolđđđ
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daffodils // louisentine fanfiction
Title: Daffodils
Word Count: 876
Synopsis: Clem is sick, so Louis brings her a gift.
AN: This is a fill for @hardlandoperarebel 's request! Enjoy :)
Heâs running for his life when he sees them.
Daffodils. Louis knows they are daffodils because there was a patch that sprang up every year behind their house. He remembers how she loved those flowers, the only thing in the garden that hadnât been trimmed and cut to crisp perfection. Sheâd sit on the patio and just watch them shimmering like gold in a whirlpool of rust. After everything had happened with his dad he remembered those flowers and heâd drawn them during art class on a sheet of paper. Â Heâd saved that photo until winter break, when the troubled youth were allowed two weeks of time at home. It was a shitty picture, just a few blobs of yellow and green, but when heâd come home to his mother sheâd cried and hugged him and it had been like the way it was before.
Itâs been a long time since his mother and a long time since art class and although those things float through his head as he runs from the  walkers chasing him, itâs not his mother Louis is thinking of.
Clementine is sick. Well, a lot of them are. Thereâs some bug going around the school that leaves the person vomiting and bed-ridden, and even though itâs nonlethal enough one look at the other kidsâ gray faces and he told Violet  he was going on a run for meds. And Vi had given him a suspicious look but not for long because she had been too busy burying her head into the toilet, retching up the remains of last nightâs possum stew.
Clementineâs sick, and a lot of other people are too, but so is she. Her voice is scratchy from the acid and her palms are sweaty and the meds he got from the drugstore on Highway 81 - probably all expired  - should at least help her rest easy.
But then he sees the daffodils, springing up from a crack on the pavement, green leaves sprouting through the concrete and reaching for the sun. Â And he remembers his mother loving them. And he remembers the pictures Tenn and AJ like to draw for her, ladybugs and daisies and sunshineâand he pictures her face as he brings a little real sunshine into her life and suddenly his already overheating body is flushed all over.
So he does something stupid. He bends down and grabs the stems. Yanks. Almost falls over. Actually falls over, hitting the concrete as the deadheads close in. Shit, heâs clumsy. Scrambles to his feet and books the hell out of there, Chairles tucked under one arm and his pack under the other.
He gets away clean, if just barely.
Itâs past midnight when Louis gets back to the school, and only Rosieâs awake, nudging  his hand playfully for a belly rub that he canât deny her. The lights are off and he figures that the other kids can wait for the meds until morning; but when heâs headed for the stairs he passes by Clemâs room. He cocks his head, straining for any sound but when thereâs only a quiet silence he pushes the door open with a shrug.
Sheâs fallen asleep curled into the fetal position, chin tucked into her chest and arms wrapped over her middle, eyebrows pushed together in discomfort Her curly hair is tied back messily but thereâs still strands sticking to her forehead and neck with sweat. Â Â Sheâs fallen asleep with a book across her chestâhe recognizes it as the romance novel that got Violet and Minnie squealing when they dug it out of the libraryâpropped up on two pillows and heaped in blankets. Even in sleep, she looks exhausted.
Louis checks to make sure sheâs breathing - actually sticks his hand beneath her nose to feel the breaths  and thank God she doesnât wake up because that is something he could probably never explain.
The trash bin is full of vomit, so he takes it to the kitchen to rinse out, giving it a good scrub, before heading back. Sheâs still in the same position, breathing heavily through her mouth. As carefully as he can, Louis pulls the book from her limp hands, sets the lace that broke off his boots inside to hold her place. He lays down a serving of the medicine and a glass of water, arranging them so sheâs sure to see them first thing in the morning. Then he pulls out the flowers. They got squished in his pack, but not too badlyâyou can still tell what they are, and when he gives them a sniff it smells like something a girl would like - sweet and clean like summertime. So he leaves them on her desk, and after a few minutes making sure theyâre placed just right, he heads off for bed.
tears // louisentine fanfiction
Title: Tears
Word Count: 1223
Ship: Clem x Louis
Clem only cries when she thinks he canât hear. Sits on watch, knife held ready, shoulders shaking, tears streaming down her face.
She almost doesnât make a sound.
Louis wishes he could tell her that  he knows.
They talk during the day. Well, she  talks. He listens.  She had a cat once. And a doll sheâd named Daisy.  Her father used to sing her to sleep. Her motherâs perfume smelled of apples and honey. She misses books, cartoons, school, and eating her own body weight in chocolate because she never could quite put on the weight her aunt  always insisted she would.
Sheâs not quick to smile around him nowadays  but sometimes itâs like it was before. She makes faces back at him when he tries to awkwardly signal her whilst hunting and chews her lip in concentration as he teaches her how to set traps. Sheâs good at it, a quick study. She watches his hands carefully, replicates every movement perfectly on the first try, and heâs pleasantly happy and a little sad that she doesnât need his words to understand.
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He still fucks up though, heâs still the same old Louis, but itâs the worst when he screws up around her.
Heâd wanted to tell her something once. It was something about the snow; heâd wanted to joke that it was colder than a walkerâs ass out there. Heâd wanted to see her smile. He knew that would make her smile, if he said that, but he forgot-
-he forgot that he couldnât. But heâd tried anyways and the words had come out all wrong and sheâd taken a step backwards like heâd slapped her and her whole face kind of crumpled in on itself the way you do with paper right before it goes into the wastebasket. Then sheâd said something about needing to go find AJ and sheâd hurried back to the school in short little strides, every step stabbing into the frosted ground.
Later that night heâd gone to find her. That was the first time heâd ever seen her cry, curled up on her bunk bed and weeping into her upturned palm. Â Heâd gone over to her and touched her shoulder and sheâd shuddered away from his touch. Heâd felt hurt, then confused at feeling hurt. After a long second heâd backed away and left, hating that he couldnât find the words to comfort her.
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Not that he doesnât appreciate the irony of the situation. He likes his jokes, and he has to give hats off to the universe because this is probably the sickest one heâs ever seen - the loudest bastard in the school finally getting shut up.
And he thinks she gets it too, which is maybe why she cried that night in her room. He knows she blames herself. Maybe he should too; she had the chance to save him and she didnât and that billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a second made all the difference.
Then he thinks about the pain. He thinks about how the raiders jammed a towel into his mouth right before to stop the bleeding and he remembers the  taste of copper on his lips and the way Lilly had shoved her face right next to his afterwards and said, Will you shut up now? and he decides hating Clementine  isn't worth the hurt.
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Itâs hard to be around the kids sometimes. He still likes them, he wouldnât trade them for any other group but he knows that the way he is now is so fucking bizarre that they donât know how to deal. Itâs like theyâre always waiting for him. Like they think one day heâll wake up and abracadabra! heâll be normal again.
Imagine that - a flick of his cards, a toss of a coin, some smoke and mirrors, and he gets to talk again. The thought makes him so happy that all the wind is  knocked out of him; he can barely breathe.
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Blackout: The windâs blown all the torches out and theyâre all in the music room together, every hair standing on end as the storm beats on. Â Heâs sharing a blanket with Violet - sheâs shaking so hard under that moth bitten vest, he hopes she doesnât catch something - when he spots her in the corner, alone.
He adjusts the blanket carefully around Viâs shoulders. She stirs briefly in her sleep, her chin falling snug to her chest and her cornsilk blonde bangs fanning out over her closed eyes, shivering with every restful breath.
He makes his way through the throng of bodies. Arms are thrown over eyes, mouths are half-open with gentle snores. They havenât slept together like this with everyone in the same room  since they were all little kids. Thereâs something about being scared that drives you to other people, he decides. Itâs the same force that wakes a kid from his nightmare to run to a parentâs bed.
She looks up as he sits next to her and he can tell by the way her eyes are all squishy around the corners that sheâs been crying again. She turns her head and smears a hand angrily across her eyes, taking a steadying breath before moving a little so he can sit next to her.
Her eyelids droop and her head sags. She must be tired. But she lifts her  head and looks at him, and she manages to say something.
âIâm sorry.â
He shakes his head.
She laughs, a little laughing sob. âI knew youâd say that.â She fidgets with the train of his coat, rubbing the material in between her index and thumb finger. âBut Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have - if Iâd ever known, I wouldnât have let them-â She sucks in a breath and musters her composure. âI guess I should have done this sooner. I mean, I bet you hate me now.â Thereâs tears balancing on her eyelashes, like morning dewdrops on a leaf. âI hope you donât. I donât want you to hate me. Iâd never want you to, but itâs too late, and now-â
He sits up a little and hugs her. Itâs not the most ideal in this awkward side-by-side. Heâs holding her a little too tight and his arm twinges a little from the stretch. But she relaxes  into the embrace anyways and her breath escapes against his cheek with a gentle sigh.
When she leans forward to kiss him, her tears taste like a salty summer breeze.
I missed 420 but I appreciate you guys a ton! Also violet says gang gang rights
bubble gum and broken hearts part two // louisentine fanfiction
Title: Bubble Gum and Broken Hearts Part 2Â
Word Count: 975
Ship: Clem x LouisÂ
Authorâs Notes: in case you've seen this story before, it is a repost. A lot of my text posts have been getting eaten by Tumblr but I did manage to find this one so I'm just putting this up for the time being. Also - I'm on mobile so I can't tag the first part but it should be quite easy to find under the "louisentine fanfiction" tag on my blog.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â
Marlon slams Clementineâs locker door on the last word, inadvertently commanding her attention. She flinches at the loud noise and glares at him with pursed lips. âExcuse me?â
His lips tighten in a thin line. âDonât play innocent. I know what you did.â
She raises an eyebrow. âReally? And what did I do?â Sheâs not in the mood to talk to him after last night, much less play a guessing game.
âYou told Louis about me and Ashley, thatâs what.â
âWell, yeah,â Clementine says in mild bewilderment. âHe was driving me home, and he asked what was wrong. What did you expect me to say?â
âAnd you couldnât have said that the car ran out of gas?â
âHold on,â She says, her confusion clarifying into irritation. âYouâre mad because I didnât lie about you hooking up with Ashley?â
âItâs not like that, Clem,â Marlon says, his voice suddenly becoming a lot more pacifying. She narrows her eyes and crosses her arms. âYeah? Then how is it?â
âYou just donât get it, do you? Itâs humiliating, having your best friend chew you out. Itâs the fucking worst.â
âWait a second,â She says sharply. âLouis chewed you out? When?â
âLast night,â Marlon replies irritably. âHe called me at two in the goddamn morning. âWhyâd you do that to Clem? Youâre such an asshole.â All that shit.â He glowers at her, grinding his teeth like heâs working a piece of gum. âYou told him to do that, didnât you? To set me straight.â
âNo, I didnât,â Clem replies calmly. âMaybe he just decided you were a jackass all on his own.â
Marlon slams his fist into the row of lockers, making her jump. âDamnit, Clem, I know what I did wasnât right, okay? You donât have to try to turn my friends against me to teach me a lesson.â
Frustration wells hot and red in her chest, making its way up to her sternum. âIâm not trying to-â
âEverything okay here?â
They both turn quickly at the intruding voice. Louis stands a few feet away, glancing uncertainly at them. âMarlon? Clem? You guys arenât fighting, right?â
They both look at each other and even though Clem could punch him right now they both know this isnât worth escalating, so Marlon steps back and clears his throat. âNope, itâs all cool. Weâre just talking.â
âUh, okay.â Louis leans against the row of lockers. âYou ready to go Clem? To bio?â
She hasnât walked with Louis to biology ever but she nods like this is just part of their routine. âYeah, definitely.â She steps away from Marlon and gives him a curt nod. âBye.â
Clem hurries to Louisâ side,hoping the relief spreading through her chest isnât as obvious on her face. âThanks.â
âFor what? I thought you two were just talking.â Louis gives her a lopsided grin and despite herself she laughs. âOkay, maybe we werenât just talking.â
âSo what were you guys saying?â Louis asks after a few seconds of walking. âIt sounded pretty serious."
âJust stuff.â
âJust stuff? Come on, Clem. Iâve known you since we were six; youâre not that good of a liar.â
She nudges him with her shoulder. âOkay, okay. If you really want to know, most of it was about you.â
âReally? Me?â Louis scratches his head. âI know the ladies talk about me, but Marlon too? I didnât see that one coming.â
âShut up,â She replies scathingly. âDid you call Marlon last night?â
âUh, yeah. Heâs my best friend. We talked about homework.â
âNo, I mean, did you call him after you dropped me off?â
âOhâŠâ Louis bites his lip and pauses mid-step. âSort of.â
âSort of? Did the phone dial his number by itself?â She remembers Louisâ habit of dodging the question and shifts her books under her arm, waiting for an answer.
âGod, Iâd forgotten how annoying you are.â He graces her with a smile. âYeah, I called him.â
âAnd whatâd you talk about?â She prompts.
âNothing. I just kind of told him he was a jerk for cheating on you. Which he was.â He purses his forehead. âIs that why heâs mad? Because I called him?â
âNot exactly,â She responds warily. âHe thinks I told you to call him because I was angry.â
âWhy would you do that?â
âExactly,â Clem says in relief. âLike I needed you to help.â She stutters, realizing how the words sounded. âNot that I donât appreciate it or anything. I mean, it was super nice of you to do that.â
âDonât sweat it,â Louis says with a wide smile. âYouâre all kinds of tough, right?â
âYup,â She says, popping the p. âAnyways, Marlonâs just a total drama queen. Thank God heâs dating Ashley. Theyâre perfect for each other.â
Louis laughs. âTheyâre not dating. Ashley dumped him right after you did.â Her face must look like something else because he snorts even harder. âShe said he wasnât satisfying her. Whatever that meant. Anyways, I just thought you should know.â
âPoor Marlon.â She turns her head so that he canât see her smiling. She doesnât want to look like an ass.
âYeah. Poor Marlon.â
Okay so that anon basically shitting on my boy Louis is kind of.. condoning child abuse? It doesn't matter HOW you feel about him. Being able to talk means so much to Louis and even if it didn't it'd still be just a traumatizing. Also. He's a kid.
Iâm like, now a hundred percent sure it was a troll, TBH.
I wouldnât go so far as to say they condone child abuse but they definitely couldâve, I donât know, reworded their statement a little bit? Maybe been less callous about it? Itâs fine to have opinions but regardless of how you feel about Louis itâs really unfair to just shit on a character with such dumb arguments. And yeah. Theyâre children, which makes the fact that Lilly went all medieval on Louis ten times worse. Episode Three just broke my heart in general lol
Violet losing her eye wouldn't even be the same as Louis losing his tongue. If this actually happens, Telltale's Violet bias has gone through the fucking roof.
I wonât comment on Violet bias as thatâs bound to cause a shitstorm, butâŠ
I agree that it would be a bit unbalanced. Not to sound callous but for the most part losing an eye is something you can live with. It would certainly be a very horrible experience but it is something that with time, can be endured. Youâd still retain partial sight. Losing the ability to talk and in the way it happened to Louis is just on another level. Â The trauma, both physical and emotional, would be extreme. In the case of Louis, the fact that his tongue was cut out is kind of ironic, in a sick way, as the kids have complained multiple times about how heâs so loud and sociable.Â
Iâm just so pissed about the unbalance, honestly. I have nothing against Violet but having one character hate you and having the other be mutilated is pretty unfair IMO. Itâs really unexpected and not at all what I thought would happen.
Honest to god, what the fuck is up with that anon? What anon said is uncalled for and rather narrow minded. Thatâs why thereâs routes people đ so you can see both sides and how both characters can be! I prefer Vi a bit more but i still support both ships cuz I like Louis, heâs a charming dude. They shouldnât be so blind and should try to see the other side. Vi and Louis arenât one-dimensional they have goods and faults! I hope that anon didnât lower your spirits! Hope for the best!!
You're completely right, and thanks for your input! They're both very interesting characters who deserve the world. I was more frustrated than anything with that anon, especially since people tend to judge Violet/Louis in particular without really trying to understand their motives/traits. Thank you for the ask â€ïž
I want to write a oneshot about Louis if you took the âsave violetâ route but honestly idk how to do it and everything hurts and iâm dying
if you go with violet, louis gets his tongue cut out. but if go with louis, she stays with minnie in the boat when the boat blows up. (assuming she didnât make it out) maybe she loses her eye finally when we find her in episode four? đ
Thatâs definitely a possibility.Â
While I would never want one of the kids to get mutilated, I kind of think in Violetâs case it would be anticipated. Louis got his tongue cut out, so most people are expecting that Violetâs going to be injured in some way as well to kind of even things out between them. So itâs definitely something that could happen. And given her remark in 4x02 itâd make the most sense for her to lose her eye.Â
However, itâs also possible that the whole âbalancing the scalesâ thing has been played out already in 4x03. If you take the Louis route then Violet will distrust Clem and potentially even become violent towards her. In my personal opinion I thought this was inconsistent of her character but maybe this extreme hatred Vi has of Clem is meant to balance out Louisâ injury? In my opinion Violetâs sudden change of heart was executed pretty clumsily but it definitely did its job, which was to ruin Violet and Clemâs relationship beyond all repair.Â
It could go either way, to be honest.Â
Look, even if he lost his tongue that doesn't change the fact that Louis was an asshole to Clementine in Suffer The Children. Team Violet all the way.
This ask has been in my inbox since this morning and as much as Iâd like to delete it, I just canât. Itâs bothering me way too much.Â
I literally canât believe some people are still regurgitating the old âBut Louis was mean to Clementine!â argument from last episode. Like, Iâm in actual shock this is still a thing.Â
Iâm not going to justify why this argument is incorrect. Thereâs way too many ways to do this so Iâll link this meta by @aesthetic-survivor-of-twd here: (x) (x)
Itâs very well written and should explain everything regarding Louisâ actions in 4x02. If you donât have the time Iâll just say that Louis had a right to be mad about his best friend being gunned down in front of him by a stranger. If thatâs not enough justification for you, then I donât really know what is.Â
Even if Louis was wrong to be angry about Marlonâs death - which he wasnât - getting his tongue cut off was not any way to balance the scales, so to speak. Losing the ability to talk was especially damaging to Louis for multiple reasons:
1) He uses joking around as a coping mechanism.Â
2) Singing, which is one of his passions, requires the ability to talk, if you didnât know that. And if you took the Louis route in 4x03, itâs clear that Louis loves singing to the point that he ruined his parentsâ marriage over it.Â
3) He canât fucking talk. Imagine how lonely it must be to not be able to speak, not to mention the self-consciousness one would experience. If he ever spoke again it certainly wouldnât be the same.Â
Expressing himself is what makes Louis who he is. Without that part of him heâs basically completely screwed over physically and emotionally.Â
Also, interestingly enough is how Louis reacted to Clem when she arrived on the boat. He had no outward anger towards her and literally threw himself into her arms when he arrived. It didnât matter that she had indirectly put him into this situation - He cares about her to the point where heâs just glad to see her and even smiles despite whatâs happened to him. Thatâs what makes the reunion so heartbreaking.Â
Iâd say this was a troll but honestly I donât know. Either way Iâm so tired of people attacking the characters for no reason, and I really just hope it stops soon.Â