I AM WAY MORE FUN.

independent & private louis of telltale's the walking dead.

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        I'M    NOT    A    CIA    AGENT.           i’m     just     a      REGULAR      AMERICAN     who     was     screwed     𝙾𝚄𝚃      𝙾𝙵      𝙷𝙸𝚂      𝚅𝙰𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽,      dropped     in     a     plane,      and     𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵     𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.          without     any     Ｂ Ｒ Ｅ Ａ Ｋ Ｆ Ａ Ｓ Ｔ.

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For years I sat around making stupid jokes, playing stupid games, while my best friend was left with all the responsibility. All the tough calls. All the sleepless nights. And eventually, a bullet in the head. And I didn’t do a damn thing about it.

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reztless‌:

❝       smells pathetic here,       ❜       he proceeds,       𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨,       no resitrictions whatsoever.       ❝       i wonder why.       ❜       eyes point the rich kid’s way,       though he drops it right there,       for the sake of the suspense between them,       that was already solid enough.

❛❛    𝐡𝐚,  𝐡𝐚.   ❜❜      the laughter you pull from somewhere in the depths of your lungs is dry & falls short.   there’s comfort in this masquerade     :    this jocund version of yourself you pretend to be.     ❛❛   you know  . . .  some people would kill to be able witness talent this close.   ❜❜   you pick your gaze up from the ivories at your fingertips to meet his,   an eyebrow quirked in reprisal. 

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hey when are people gonna stop white-washing clementine

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hi louis struggles a lot with his self esteem & tends to over compensate like . .. a lot.  he’s been abandoned by his parents,  left to die by the adults at ericson when the world went to hell,  is constantly degraded & ignored by his friends.  & then  .. . amidst all of that, he’s wrestling with so much guilt for hurting his parents,  neglecting marlon’s struggle as leader (thus resulting in multiple deaths) & for not being able to save tenn.   louis? big sad.  

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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑     :     i’m in the groove and feelin’ good ~~~

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rebitten‌:  

𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧,         the tone in his voice soaking in his naturally given charm,         convincing her faster than her own would.       perhaps she’s not one to admit this all means the world to her,         though she knows just how much it burns inside her heart to see him and not only feel,        𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲,       𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞.        ❝      alright,        alright.        ❜       she reached for the paper he pushed further into her palm       &       grasped it in a hand of her own,       not so eager to open it yet,        as she noticed his eyes still directed her way.         is she supposed to get a hint ??                     ❝       you sure with this one now ??        ❜

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.      you are not so foolish to ignore the malice of their kismet,    of the abusion of this rotted world.  but when you see her it’s like the first glimpse of sun after a deathless dusk.  you look upon her, & for a moment,  you would believe anything was possible.   ❛❛    yes   . . . .  well,  no.  but there’s more where that came from.    ❜❜   you lean to tuck a kiss against the bloom of her cheekbone,  the pyre of your heart abloom & aflame.   ❛❛   it’s like after-school reading,  but from yours truly.   there’s even a quiz.   question one  :   will you be my girlfriend?   question two   :  are you sure?  ❜❜  

[memetaped]

the walking dead taken from the tv show. 

don’t talk. think. it’s a good rule of thumb for life.

growing up is getting used to the world.

you don’t get to do that. to… to come into somebody’s life, make them care, and then just check out.   

you gotta do what’s right, baby. you promise me, you’ll always do what’s right. it’s so easy to do the wrong thing in this world.

did you talk back to (name)?

you can’t talk back to people like that. 

listen to me. okay, just listen to my voice.  

we survive this by pulling together, not apart.

you are gonna beat this world. i know you will.

(name), go inside. now, please.

you were unconscious yesterday. 

you are smart, and you are strong, and you are so brave, and i love you.

just rest. just one more day.

that kind of honesty is rare and brave.

you’re so good. you’re my sweet boy.

thank you. i heard him laughing in there. almost forgot what that sounded like.

you do it for him. that boy’s been through too much.

no more kid stuff.

every day he woke up and told himself, “rest in peace. now get up and go to war.”

this group is broken.

i wish you could have the childhood i had, but that’s not gonna happen. 

that’s what it is now, right? home?

if we do this, the people that we were, the world that we knew, is dead.

i don’t need you to protect me anymore. i can take care of myself.

it’s still safe with me.

i want to show you the new world, (name). i want to make it a reality for you.

but keeping our humanity? that’s a choice. 

now, if you’ll excuse me, i’m just gonna sleep some more. 

but today… i saw what they could do, what we could do, if we work together. 

your secret’s safe with me.   

i had this feeling. it took me a while to remember what it was.

we do what we need to do. and then we get to live.

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❛❛    𝐨𝐡,  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧!  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.    ❜❜   the pick-up line scrawled across torn & wilted paper is saccharine sweet & cheesy to boot.  a pun that he had poured far too much time into   :   decidedly,   not worth reading.   but there’s no denying the mirth that becomes him as he eagerly pushes the note into clem’s palm.   ❛❛   please    ---------------   for me?    ❜❜     @rebitten

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The End of the Fucking World (2017-)

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strivival‌   :  carl.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫,   stygian prussian orbs holding a vacuous gaze.      a noose is wrapped around his neck,   the rope generating contuse.      lachrymose eyes were desperately seeking an facile way out of this anemic prison.      [   𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥.   ]      leucochroic flesh   /   necrotizing body,   it is easy to forget this monster was once a person.      they were once someone like you.      they were once alive,   trying to survive in this wasteland.       their growls enter your ears,   decayed teeth gritting as his head inches closer to you.      a feral hunger with lungs laid to stillbirth  /  god’s exit of what once was his civilization.      ❝   funny.   ❞      latent words fall from your lips,   calloused digits seeking your knife.      a mercy kill,   you call it.      you cannot hold contrite in this world for these actions  ;   NOT ANYMORE.      the blade is stuck through its skull,   sangria coloured blood permeating the belly.      it’s cadaverous corpse hangs lethargically from the tree-limb,   your knife retreating to its holster.       heels turn around,   your optics meeting his.      glacial words leave your ire glazed tongue,   a blaze endeavoring to thaw the verglas.

❝   were your parents walker pinatas too?   ❞      

❛❛   𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘  ,  𝐃𝐔𝐃𝐄?    ❜❜    you’ve got a switch-blade tongue and too much venom in your lungs to keep choked back.  your quick wit and frivolity deluged   :  with ire, and a sharp and sudden sorrow.   ❛❛    fuck you.     ❜❜   the words fall from your mouth more bark than bite.  it’s a wounded animals snarl but the boyish cadence is lost all the same.  [   a crack in the armour you wear most ardently.   is this who you truly are  ,  boy?   the vindictive monster   /   so easy to abandon by those meant to love you?   ]   ❛❛   what about your parents?   off raising another kid to be an asshole?     ❜❜    the air is thick with apathy’s rust  , catalyst of brume betwixt the busky of your heart.  you exhale a sigh and the anger flickers out feebly like a candle flame.   there’s no succour in inflicting evil.   it never made it any easier to breathe anyway.

❛❛    a simple ‘ no thank you, louis ‘ would have sufficed.    ❜❜    there’s an aura of resignation that surrounds  ,  and you allow your weapon to fall limp to your side and dig it into the viridescence below.  you imagine digging up a grave six feet below the surface   ,   you imagine how much easier it would have been to be one of the thirty-four they had already mourned.    ❛❛    just don’t got a lot else to enjoy these days.    ❜❜  

[miyku]

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Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; “The Jailor,” c. 1962

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letlived‌   :   claire.

❛  be  very  still  and  very  quiet.  ❜           her  voice  has  moved  to  a  whisper,  the  scratches  of  claws  against  the  walls  basically  drowning  her  out.  it’s  all  claire  can  practically  hear  now,  it’s  all  she  wants  to  hear.  one  wrong  move,  one  wrong  sound,  and  they’d  both  find  themselves  torn  to  pieces.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.   he bites back at the stream of conscious that threatens to bubble over.    the attempt is short lived.   ❛❛   well i hope your plan isn’t to see who can wait out who longer.   ❜❜   finger bones curl around the splintered wood of his weapon until knuckles expose stark-white against his skin.   the dead don’t scare him anymore.

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rebitten‌   :   clementine.

you know death like your abc’s.         you’ve seen it and thought you’d live through it on your own rather sooner than later.         sometimes it seems like as if you’re asking for death to come through,        with your actions and words done and told.        but then it’s you in the end that watches people around you lose their battle,         𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤 :          was it your fault that his friend lost his,        too ??         you don’t dare to answer,         what’s already been answered ;         you know it’s your fault and he’s stronger than he lets on        &       than others let on for forgiving.       [       you wish they would see what you see,        know him,         the way you got to know him.       ]       ❝       oh so you do supply runs now,         huh ??       ❜        colour her surprised.       ❝       i wouldn’t completely hate it to come along.       i just need to make sure aj will be fine.       ❜

❛❛     𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓.      ❜❜   q.  what is it you regret most   :   what you did   ,   or what you did not?   a.  you will carry the ache of letting your family down for what feels like an eternity.    your jocund idiosyncrasies and ignorance went hand in hand.   like a child playing with a box matches   ,   you could’ve set them all up in flames because the light intoxicated you.   but no more.

you reach your hand upward to press crescent moons into the slope of your shoulder.  the pain that follows is dull and hollow  ,  but keeps you anchored nonetheless.  ❛❛   how’s he   ---------   how’s he feeling?   he looked better    ,   when i saw him last.    ❜❜   the words are tentative and measured   ,   careful not to misstep on the ice already made vernal   [   you hissed venomous words at them like a wounded animal  ,  pushed them out past the gates and toward the greedy hands of the raiders.   you caused this.   ]    ❛❛   i’m glad he liked the shirts.   ❜❜

[miyku]

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