#tlou self insert

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Little selfship art

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So I remade my tlou self insert

This is Rosemary Williams, aka Ellie’s fraternal twin

She was the first to be born before Ellie and after their mother’s death, Marlene took them both and put them into Fedra’s orphanage but she had intentionally separated them so that they would never know that they were twin sisters

Rose is the practical polar opposite of Ellie. While Ellie is bold and brash, Rose is shy and timid. She’s also a certified crybaby which made her incredibly easy to pick on by the other kids growing up. She’s also pretty tall for her age so there’s another thing that she’s relentlessly bullied for

There was also an incident with her and a teacher in the school that kind of really messed her up and only added to her timid nature, she doesn’t like to be left alone with adults she doesn’t know very well

The way that Ellie and Rose meet is that while doing laps in the gym, one of the boys intentionally trips Rose and she falls pretty hard. Of course the pain makes her start to cry and when the boys start laughing at her and shoving her around to make her cry more, in comes Ellie who shoves one the boys hard enough into a wall that he breaks his nose

After that, Ellie helps her up and tells her that she doesn’t like the boys either and tells her to stick with her. Of course, Rose listens and the two of them actually end up being pretty good friends

Eventually comes the inciting incident that causes both Rose and Ellie to find out that they are immune. While Ellie sneaks out with Riley, Rose sneaks out too, but for a completely different reason

You see, Rose was friends with this one boy named, Wilbur. And on the night Ellie and Riley snuck out, Rose and Wilbur did as well. But instead of going to the mall, they decided to visit the fenced off Boston zoo.

The two of them were messing around thinking there wouldn’t be any infected inside but they were wrong. They were attacked by around three infected runners and while they managed to kill two of them, Rose was knocked over by the last one and was bit directly over her right eye, effectively killing the eye in the process

Wilbur managed to save her but the damage had already been done. And not only that, but Wilbur was bleeding out from a bite to his neck. So not only did she have to deal with her turning in the next few hours, but she had to watch her friend bleed out right in front of her and had to put him out of his misery before he could turn

At one point in the night, Rose passed out from blood loss and woke up in an unknown room chained up to a wall. And she wasn’t alone, Ellie was in the room as well. The two of them are both confused and scared about what’s going on until realizing that they had both been bitten and yet they haven’t turned yet

After a couple days of being locked in the room, they eventually meet Marlene who tells them that they both have a gift. They’re both immune to the infection. And not only that, but they are actually twin sisters

Ellie and Rose are of course shocked by this. Not only by finding out that they’re immune but also because that they had been related this whole time. They were always close, so it already felt like they were sisters

Then the rest of the story goes as follows. They end up meeting Joel who helps smuggle them out of Boston and get them to the fireflies out west

So now here’s some little facts about Rose

She’s autistic (Not much of a surprise because so is Ellie)

She loves everything about the ocean and tried to sneak out to see it once, but got caught

Her favorite animals are Orcas

She wears a black eyepatch that Marlene gave her to cover her bite mark

Extremely nervous and skittish when it comes to strangers, but she’ll eventually learn to trust some people

She picks up an old film camera while out on the road with Joel and she takes pictures of everything throughout their trip

So there you go! My new and improved Tlou oc! I hope yall like her and if you don’t I don’t care, I’m cringe and I’m free

Tags: @astralshipper @arickaandherfictionalothers @frankieneedstea

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selfshiptober day 2 : rainy day

marlene x bluejay (s/i) - reblogs appreciated!

Bluejay doesn’t mind the rain. She likes the way it feels on her skin, despite it’s chilliness, and she enjoys the atmosphere that a storm brings. She prefers it over the snow, and she heavily prefers it over the blazing heat. They’ve been experiencing a lot of that in these past few months.

But it’s autumn now. The once-green leave slowly fade into hues of red and yellow, dying in beautiful plumes of vibrant color. They fall from the branches and cover the ground in a blanket of foliage. It’s getting colder, much colder, but Bluejay would rather trek through a blizzard than a heatwave any day. Besides, autumn has some of the most gorgeous scenery, and when you’re walking everyday, all day, you’ll be doing a lot of sightseeing. Bluejay is the only one who seems to be delighted by that anymore.

Finally, after what must’ve been hours, they stop walking. The downpour has grown too intense for them to continue on. They need to wait out the storm, as Marlene says, rallying the group of exhausted Fireflies as she waves them under some old, abandoned house.

One of the walls is torn clean off, leaving them exposed to the elements, but the unstable, crumbling ceiling still keeps them dry.

Not a single word is uttered; everyone finds a semi-dry spot to sit or lay, digging into their bags and pulling out what little food and water they still have. The atmosphere is heavy and sorrowful, and the silence is suffocating. The only sound that can be heard is the steady pitter-patter of rainfall.

Marlene sits at the furthest end of the disheveled building, on a pile of stones and other rubble. She’s the only person who’s not eating, not drinking, not moving. She’s staring at her feet with her brow creased and her mouth pulled into a frown, a look of contemplation and frustration distorting her face.

Bluejay sighs. She’s so hates seeing her so… despondent.

She walks over to her, her movements slow and light, as if she’s approaching a rabid animal. “Can I sit with you?” She asks gently.

She looks up at Bluejay, her hardened expression softening for a moment. “Sure.”

She gives her a polite smile before sitting down next to her. Her arm brushes against hers, and she resists the urge to reach out and grab her hand. She wants to give her space, though, assuming that’s what she needs. It’s wrong to assume that about Marlene, though, because she can be shockingly clingy at the best of times. Clingier than you’d expect someone like her to be.

The pair sits in silence for a moment, with Marlene staring at the floor and Bluejay staring out into the rainy streets. Eventually, Bluejay speaks. “It’s really pouring out there, huh?”

“Yeah,” Marlene replies dryly. “I wanted to get us to the edge of the county by sundown, but I guess not.”

She frowns, eyeing her girlfriend with subtle sadness. She can’t stand seeing her so stressed. She wishes her pressure was something physical so she could lift it from her tired shoulders and ease her of the pain that comes with leading dozens of people into a raging storm, unsure of what’ll happen when you reach the other side, if there even is an other side. She’s doesn’t smile much, but she certainly smiled more before this journey began. She wants to see her smile again. She wants to see her smile and laugh and be carefree. She wants to see her relax, and she means really relax. She wishes she could take her burden on as her own so that she could experience a moment of true, uninterrupted peace.

But none of those things are possible, so, she settles for bringing a hand up to her back, rubbing it in slow, soothing circles. She feels the rise and fall of each heavy breath, and watches the way her expression relaxes with each passing moment.

“We’ve made it further than I thought we would,” Bluejay says, uncertain if that’s reassuring or not. “I’m proud of us, especially considering the uh… circumstances. And we ain’t all been shot or infected yet, right?”

Marlene sighs out, long and heavy. “I guess not.”

“And we won’t.” She nods. “You’re gonna get us… we’re going to get out of this. Together.”

She repeats that, or something to that effect, a lot. We’ve got this, we’re a team, we’ll get out of this together… she thinks it’s cheesy and unhelpful, but the way that Marlene’s eyes brighten whenever she begins spewing optimistic garble tells and entirely different story.

She sighs again, her muscles relaxing under Bluejay’s hand as she continues to rub her back, her neck, her shoulders. Her eyes flutter shut, her breathing becoming deep and steady. Gradually, she relaxes. After many days of not eating, not sleeping and barely even speaking, she finally lets herself relax.

Bluejay laces their fingers together, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. She feels her squeeze her hand before shuffling her body closer to her’s, huddling against her for warm, for comfort, for anything.

She pulls her head back, taking a nice, long look at Marlene’s face. At her tired brown eyes and her downturned lips. At the stray curls that fall out of her bun and stick to her skin. She gently removes one that obscures her eye, attempting to tuck it behind her ear with only partial success.

Marlene stares back at her with a similar look of longing and adoration. She almost swears that she sees tears well up in her eyes, but that’s very unlike her. She doesn’t get to think about it too hard anyway, because moments later, she throws herself against her, burrowing her face in the crook of her neck.

Bluejay slings an arm around her waist, pulling her in closer. She weaves her fingers into her curls, effectively undoing her frazzled bun as she massages her scalp. They both sigh, almost in unison, melting into each other as they set their fears and worries aside for the moment being.

All Bluejay can hear is the sound of Marlene’s breathing, and the steady pitter-patter of rainfall.