on hiatus

thirteen // she/her // the walking dead game

[butterygalaxies]

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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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

[i-am-negan-trash]

Pour one out for Enid and Tara. Those girls came a helluva long way and didn’t deserve this.

[the-divine-roses]

My ass is trynna prepare for the deaths that might happen in ep 4 of twdg

And then this shit happens!? 😩

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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 :)

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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

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We don't talk but your content is awesome and I live for it

anon ily and please come talk to me lol💖💖💖

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poor broken toy :c

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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 :)

He’s 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 hadn’t been trimmed and cut to crisp perfection. She’d 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 he’d drawn them during art class on a sheet of paper.  He’d 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 he’d come home to his mother she’d cried and hugged him and it had been like the way it was before.

It’s 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, it’s not his mother Louis is thinking of.

Clementine is sick. Well, a lot of them are. There’s some bug going around the school that leaves the person vomiting and bed-ridden, and even though it’s nonlethal enough one look at the other kids’ 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 night’s possum stew.

Clementine’s 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.  And he remembers his mother loving them. And he remembers the pictures Tenn and AJ like to draw for her, ladybugs and daisies and sunshine—and 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, he’s 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.

It’s past midnight when Louis gets back to the school, and only Rosie’s awake, nudging  his hand playfully for a belly rub that he can’t deny her. The lights are off and he figures that the other kids can wait for the meds until morning; but when he’s headed for the stairs he passes by Clem’s room. He cocks his head, straining for any sound but when there’s only a quiet silence he pushes the door open with a shrug.

She’s 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 there’s still strands sticking to her forehead and neck with sweat.   She’s fallen asleep with a book across her chest—he recognizes it as the romance novel that got Violet and Minnie squealing when they dug it out of the library—propped up on two pillows and heaped in blankets. Even in sleep, she looks exhausted.

Louis checks to make sure she’s breathing - actually sticks his hand beneath her nose to feel the breaths  and thank God she doesn’t 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. She’s 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 she’s sure to see them first thing in the morning. Then he pulls out the flowers. They got squished in his pack, but not too badly—you 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 they’re placed just right, he heads off for bed.

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tears // louisentine fanfiction

Title: Tears

Word Count: 1223

Ship: Clem x Louis

Clem only cries when she thinks he can’t hear. Sits on watch, knife held ready, shoulders shaking, tears streaming down her face.

She almost doesn’t 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 she’d named Daisy.  Her father used to sing her to sleep. Her mother’s 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.

She’s not quick to smile around him nowadays  but sometimes it’s 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. She’s good at it, a quick study. She watches his hands carefully, replicates every movement perfectly on the first try, and he’s pleasantly happy and a little sad that she doesn’t need his words to understand.

---

He still fucks up though, he’s still the same old Louis, but it’s the worst when he screws up around her.

He’d wanted to tell her something once. It was something about the snow; he’d wanted to joke that it was colder than a walker’s ass out there. He’d wanted to see her smile. He knew that would make her smile, if he said that, but he forgot-

-he forgot that he couldn’t. But he’d tried anyways and the words had come out all wrong and she’d taken a step backwards like he’d 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 she’d said something about needing to go find AJ and she’d hurried back to the school in short little strides, every step stabbing into the frosted ground.

Later that night he’d gone to find her. That was the first time he’d ever seen her cry, curled up on her bunk bed and weeping into her upturned palm.  He’d gone over to her and touched her shoulder and she’d shuddered away from his touch. He’d felt hurt, then confused at feeling hurt. After a long second he’d backed away and left, hating that he couldn’t find the words to comfort her.

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Not that he doesn’t 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 he’s 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 didn’t 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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It’s hard to be around the kids sometimes. He still likes them, he wouldn’t trade them for any other group but he knows that the way he is now is so fucking bizarre that they don’t know how to deal. It’s like they’re always waiting for him. Like they think one day he’ll wake up and abracadabra! he’ll 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 wind’s blown all the torches out and they’re all in the music room together, every hair standing on end as the storm beats on.  He’s sharing a blanket with Violet - she’s shaking so hard under that moth bitten vest, he hopes she doesn’t catch something - when he spots her in the corner, alone.

He adjusts the blanket carefully around Vi’s 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 haven’t slept together like this with everyone in the same room  since they were all little kids. There’s something about being scared that drives you to other people, he decides. It’s the same force that wakes a kid from his nightmare to run to a parent’s 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 she’s 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.

“I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head.

She laughs, a little laughing sob. “I knew you’d say that.” She fidgets with the train of his coat, rubbing the material in between her index and thumb finger. “But I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have - if I’d ever known, I wouldn’t have let them-” She sucks in a breath and musters her composure. “I guess I should have done this sooner. I mean, I bet you hate me now.” There’s tears balancing on her eyelashes, like morning dewdrops on a leaf. “I hope you don’t. I don’t want you to hate me. I’d never want you to, but it’s too late, and now-”

He sits up a little and hugs her. It’s not the most ideal in this awkward side-by-side. He’s 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.

[butterygalaxies]

I missed 420 but I appreciate you guys a ton! Also violet says gang gang rights

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bubble gum and broken hearts part two // louisentine fanfiction

Title: Bubble Gum and Broken Hearts Part 2 

Word Count: 975

Ship: Clem x Louis 

Author’s 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.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Marlon slams Clementine’s locker door on the last word, inadvertently commanding her attention. She flinches at the loud noise and glares at him with pursed lips. “Excuse me?”

His lips tighten in a thin line. “Don’t play innocent. I know what you did.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Really? And what did I do?” She’s not in the mood to talk to him after last night, much less play a guessing game.

“You told Louis about me and Ashley, that’s what.”

“Well, yeah,” Clementine says in mild bewilderment. “He was driving me home, and he asked what was wrong. What did you expect me to say?”

“And you couldn’t have said that the car ran out of gas?”

“Hold on,” She says, her confusion clarifying into irritation. “You’re mad because I didn’t lie about you hooking up with Ashley?”

“It’s not like that, Clem,” Marlon says, his voice suddenly becoming a lot more pacifying. She narrows her eyes and crosses her arms. “Yeah? Then how is it?”

“You just don’t get it, do you? It’s humiliating, having your best friend chew you out. It’s the fucking worst.”

“Wait a second,” She says sharply. “Louis chewed you out? When?”

“Last night,” Marlon replies irritably. “He called me at two in the goddamn morning. ‘Why’d you do that to Clem? You’re such an asshole.’ All that shit.” He glowers at her, grinding his teeth like he’s working a piece of gum. “You told him to do that, didn’t you? To set me straight.”

“No, I didn’t,” Clem replies calmly. “Maybe he just decided you were a jackass all on his own.”

Marlon slams his fist into the row of lockers, making her jump. “Damnit, Clem, I know what I did wasn’t right, okay? You don’t have to try to turn my friends against me to teach me a lesson.”

Frustration wells hot and red in her chest, making its way up to her sternum. “I’m not trying to-”

“Everything okay here?”

They both turn quickly at the intruding voice. Louis stands a few feet away, glancing uncertainly at them. “Marlon? Clem? You guys aren’t fighting, right?”

They both look at each other and even though Clem could punch him right now they both know this isn’t worth escalating, so Marlon steps back and clears his throat. “Nope, it’s all cool. We’re just talking.”

“Uh, okay.” Louis leans against the row of lockers. “You ready to go Clem? To bio?”

She hasn’t walked with Louis to biology ever but she nods like this is just part of their routine. “Yeah, definitely.” She steps away from Marlon and gives him a curt nod. “Bye.”

Clem hurries to Louis’ side,hoping the relief spreading through her chest isn’t as obvious on her face. “Thanks.”

“For what? I thought you two were just talking.” Louis gives her a lopsided grin and despite herself she laughs. “Okay, maybe we weren’t just talking.”

“So what were you guys saying?” Louis asks after a few seconds of walking. “It sounded pretty serious."

“Just stuff.”

“Just stuff? Come on, Clem. I’ve known you since we were six; you’re not that good of a liar.”

She nudges him with her shoulder. “Okay, okay. If you really want to know, most of it was about you.”

“Really? Me?” Louis scratches his head. “I know the ladies talk about me, but Marlon too? I didn’t see that one coming.”

“Shut up,” She replies scathingly. “Did you call Marlon last night?”

“Uh, yeah. He’s my best friend. We talked about homework.”

“No, I mean, did you call him after you dropped me off?”

“Oh…” Louis bites his lip and pauses mid-step. “Sort of.”

“Sort of? Did the phone dial his number by itself?” She remembers Louis’ habit of dodging the question and shifts her books under her arm, waiting for an answer.

“God, I’d forgotten how annoying you are.” He graces her with a smile. “Yeah, I called him.”

“And what’d you talk about?” She prompts.

“Nothing. I just kind of told him he was a jerk for cheating on you. Which he was.” He purses his forehead. “Is that why he’s mad? Because I called him?”

“Not exactly,” She responds warily. “He thinks I told you to call him because I was angry.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Exactly,” Clem says in relief. “Like I needed you to help.” She stutters, realizing how the words sounded. “Not that I don’t appreciate it or anything. I mean, it was super nice of you to do that.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Louis says with a wide smile. “You’re all kinds of tough, right?”

“Yup,” She says, popping the p. “Anyways, Marlon’s just a total drama queen. Thank God he’s dating Ashley. They’re perfect for each other.”

Louis laughs. “They’re not dating. Ashley dumped him right after you did.” Her face must look like something else because he snorts even harder. “She said he wasn’t satisfying her. Whatever that meant. Anyways, I just thought you should know.”

“Poor Marlon.” She turns her head so that he can’t see her smiling. She doesn’t want to look like an ass.

“Yeah. Poor Marlon.”

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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.

I’m like, now a hundred percent sure it was a troll, TBH.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say they condone child abuse but they definitely could’ve, I don’t know, reworded their statement a little bit? Maybe been less callous about it? It’s fine to have opinions but regardless of how you feel about Louis it’s really unfair to just shit on a character with such dumb arguments. And yeah. They’re children, which makes the fact that Lilly went all medieval on Louis ten times worse. Episode Three just broke my heart in general lol

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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 won’t comment on Violet bias as that’s bound to cause a shitstorm, but…

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. You’d still retain partial sight. Losing the ability to talk and in the way it happened to Louis is just on another level.  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 he’s so loud and sociable. 

I’m 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. It’s really unexpected and not at all what I thought would happen.

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Honest to god, what the fuck is up with that anon? What anon said is uncalled for and rather narrow minded. That’s why there’s routes people 👏 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, he’s a charming dude. They shouldn’t be so blind and should try to see the other side. Vi and Louis aren’t one-dimensional they have goods and faults! I hope that anon didn’t 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 ❤️

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I want to write a oneshot about Louis if you took the “save violet” route but honestly idk how to do it and everything hurts and i’m dying

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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 didn’t make it out) maybe she loses her eye finally when we find her in episode four? 👀

That’s definitely a possibility. 

While I would never want one of the kids to get mutilated, I kind of think in Violet’s case it would be anticipated. Louis got his tongue cut out, so most people are expecting that Violet’s going to be injured in some way as well to kind of even things out between them. So it’s definitely something that could happen. And given her remark in 4x02 it’d make the most sense for her to lose her eye. 

However, it’s also possible that the whole “balancing the scales” 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 Louis’ injury? In my opinion Violet’s sudden change of heart was executed pretty clumsily but it definitely did its job, which was to ruin Violet and Clem’s relationship beyond all repair. 

It could go either way, to be honest. 

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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 I’d like to delete it, I just can’t. It’s bothering me way too much. 

I literally can’t believe some people are still regurgitating the old “But Louis was mean to Clementine!” argument from last episode. Like, I’m in actual shock this is still a thing. 

I’m not going to justify why this argument is incorrect. There’s way too many ways to do this so I’ll link this meta by @aesthetic-survivor-of-twd here: (x) (x)

It’s very well written and should explain everything regarding Louis’ actions in 4x02. If you don’t have the time I’ll 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 that’s not enough justification for you, then I don’t really know what is. 

Even if Louis was wrong to be angry about Marlon’s death - which he wasn’t - 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. 

2) Singing, which is one of his passions, requires the ability to talk, if you didn’t know that. And if you took the Louis route in 4x03, it’s clear that Louis loves singing to the point that he ruined his parents’ marriage over it. 

3) He can’t 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 wouldn’t be the same. 

Expressing himself is what makes Louis who he is. Without that part of him he’s basically completely screwed over physically and emotionally. 

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 didn’t matter that she had indirectly put him into this situation - He cares about her to the point where he’s just glad to see her and even smiles despite what’s happened to him. That’s what makes the reunion so heartbreaking. 

I’d say this was a troll but honestly I don’t know. Either way I’m so tired of people attacking the characters for no reason, and I really just hope it stops soon.