#notyourfight

[haru-kuneko]

[parablcd]

⌛💕⛈️ !

⌛for a sleep headcanon

Minnie can’t sleep in a place that’s perfectly silent. Even if the room is perfectly dark, she’s in the perfect position, and is perfectly cozy, she’ll lie awake for hours, her brain working hard to fill in the silence with imagined noises. She teases that it’s because she shared a room with Sophie for so long she’s gotten used to the snoring- and while she doesn’t mean it seriously, there probably is at least a little truth in it. She sleeps best when she can hear someone else nearby, whether they’re also sleeping or talking or going about their business in the next room. Knowing there’s someone nearby makes her feel safe.

💕 for a love headcanon

For all that she’s good at talking up the people she cares about, Minnie is terrible at expressing her own feelings and needs in a relationship. This is partially due to inexperience on her part (feelings are hard and there are??? so many of them????), and partly because she finds it easier to express herself in actions rather than words. Spending time with her partner and learning how to read their body language and remembering the little things they like and just enjoying their company and going out of her way to make time for them? Those things come easily to her. Knowing when and how to express that she needs support or is feeling disconnected or even just that she really loves them and is glad they’re here in a finite number of words? Not so much. Words are hard.

⛈️ for a sadness headcanon

Sophie’s death irreparably broke something in Minnie she doesn’t have words to express. After their botched escape and being forced to execute Sophie, Minnie almost completely shut down, overwhelmed with grief and self-loathing and hopelessness that threatened to drown her completely. She still hasn’t even begun to process any of those feelings; the constant pressure from the Delta and her innate survival instincts forced her to compartmentalize it all and move on, instead.

[familiarblood]

“i got you. don’t be afraid. i’m right here with you.” for jack !

jack   leaned   on   clementine,   wincing   as   pain   shot   through   his   foot.   he   tried   to   put   some   weight   on   it,   but   that   definitely   wasn’t   going   to   work   –   the   second   he   did,   he   had   to   clasp   a   hand   over   his   mouth   to   keep   himself   from   screaming.

broken.   of   course   it’d   be   broken.   as   if   things   weren’t   bad   enough.

he   nodded   as   she   spoke,   breathing   jagged   and   quick,   panic   striking   him   like   lightening.   ❝ cl–clem? ❞   he   stammered   quietly,   wide   doe-eyes   fixed   on   her   as   he   tried   to   move   alongside   her.   ❝ am..   am   i   gonna..   am   i   gonna   d–die   here? ❞

[twdgdeadmanwalking]

@notyourfight from here

Nick flinched if but for a second, well aware that he, nor anybody would be able to tell Clementine what to do. She’d grown up in this hellish landscape and finally made it to someplace she could call home.

“Come on, Clem,” Nick sighed, “I’ve seen how you look at them,” he started, a conversation he never ever envisioned having, more so when all hell broke loose.

She’d lost so many people, people she cared about dearly, and honestly Nick had no idea how she could still smile. Smile she did though, especially when she cast her gaze in their direction. He was only trying to offer guidance to the teenager, but honestly, Luke would have been way better at this. He felt awkward, as his life had always been a mess when it came to relationships, at least until Ash came along.

“I just don’t want you having your heart broken is all,” he said quietly, his smile turning to a frown. He knew just how it felt when things went wrong, and sometimes it was always going to happen; there’s things you just can’t control. This really was a lot harder than he thought. He’d never seen her so happy, but at the same time, he knew how it felt to have that happiness ripped away.

It’s not like Clementine hadn’t lost people she loved before, but this? It was a different kind of love, if he was right about his suspicions. He’d promised he would protect her, but how could he protect her from this? It’s not like he was her dad, and besides, she was more than capable of making decisions for herself, or she wouldn’t be here. Now he wished he hadn’t said anything, but he only had because he cared.

[ncvabcrn-archive]

nonverbal starters: ⛈

   FIND MY MUSE AFTER SOME KIND OF TRAUMA. ⛈

   IT WAS A MIRACLE ANY OF THEM SURVIVED.

   a lot of what happened after the boat blew up was blurry to them, all they remember is red, trees, a bridge and constantly blacking out- only to wake up in the same bed they started out with. their left arm was gone, apparently BLOWN OFF due to the explosion. they could have died of blood-loss but something kept them going; was it shock? probably.

   shock usually tends to make some fortunate enough to survive.

   and yet they didn’t seem to really react to it at first. all they knew was that they were unconscious for a couple of days, UNAWARE OF WHAT HAPPENED TO EVERYONE ELSE. they were laying on the bed, trying to remember things until they hear the click of the doorknob.

   seeing clementine with crutches was the breaking point, and yet no words could be spoken. the tears swelling in their eye were enough to say I’M SORRY.

[ncvabcrn-archive]

" im not babey !!!!!!! "

   PICKS HER UP WITH EASE.   “y- you are babey. big babey.”

[familiarblood]

“who would do that?” for dawn !

@notyourfight

❝ she   would. ❞   dawn   said,   her   voice   hoarse,   tears   pricking   at   the   corners   of   her   sorrow-filled   eyes.   talking   about   venus   always   felt   like   pulling   a   knife   from   a   wound   –   everything   came   spilling   out,   and   she   wasn’t   sure   if   she   felt   better   or   not.

still,   sitting   cross-legged   with   clementine,   dawn   couldn’t   help   but   speak.   something   about   the   other   girl’s   comforting   presence   drew   the   secrets   she   kept   locked   in   her   chest,   lips   forming   words   she   never   thought   she’d   muster   the   courage   to   say.   

part   of   it   was   probably   the   elation   that   came   with   clementine   choosing   her   out   of   all   the   others   to   spend   time   with.   despite   seeming   closer   with   violet   or   louis,   the   new   girl   decided   to   spare   some   of   her   precious   moments   with   dawn.   she   couldn’t   remember   a   time   someone   wanted   to   spend   time   with   her   –   just   her,   not   her   and   venus,   as   if   they   were   one   and   the   same,   extensions   of   each   other.

❝ venus can be– ❞ she took a sharp breath in, pain painting her features as if the words were psychically hurting her, ❝ – a bit.. intense. she’s not.. she’s never been the loving type. ❞

[ncvabcrn-archive]

' who did this? '

   who did this? WHO DID THIS? why did it matter? they were all screwed. they acted out, and were punished for it. it was better them than someone else like VIOLET or LOUIS. they didn’t even try to wipe the blood that dripped off their face, it was to remind ally to only be obedient. just listen, never speak.

   it just reminds them of sherwood, how they didn’t have much say in the matter. it didn’t matter. it doesn’t matter. their breathing is shaky- coughing a little bit when they try to say something- ANYTHING. 

   “d- doesn’t matter.” their arms wrap around clementine in a hug, trying to be comforting. they could have when she was unconscious- but they were scared. SO FUCKING SCARED. “a- as long as you’re still alive… it- it doesn’t matter what they do to me.”