#clem’s poems

[theview-from-halfwaydown]

“i’ve got a garden of watermelons growing in the pit of my stomach

from swallowing too many of your black seeds

growing and churning

an undeniable force

i think i’m forgetting how to please”

#spilled ink #spilled words #poem #poetry #stream of conscious writing #spilled guts #poems on tumblr #my words #random thoughts #my poem #watermelon #creative poetry #creative thoughts #creative expression #creative writing #clem’s poems #prose writing #spilled prose #poetic prose #writers and poets

[clems-grove]

I am dying. The angels know this. Though they speak incomprehensibly in a language I will not understand in this lifetime or the next, I hear worry in their voice. They have come to god to plead. They have come to God to pray. They are crying, which they have learned only from me. They are crying, which angels do not do.

They wrap pills between the folds of the memories of climbing trees and crossing streams and frolicking through fields. It is not enough; I can sniff them out. I refuse and they could never understand why. But I am dying.

They take me to God in a square building; a shitty replica of an Earth vet. They think it is beautiful. Maybe it is. They are crying again and there is nothing I can do. I curl up at their feet and feel my life leave me in pieces.

They feed me the essence of a star; bursting and warm in my body. It is poison, this I know. They give me it anyways. This is goodbye in the human language. Perhaps they could speak it all along. Perhaps tears are proof enough.

They are holding me tight. My body is limp. My memories scurry across the room, surrounding me and leaving me all the same. I miss the home I grew up in, even though it hurt me. I miss my friends who went away. I miss my dad, who held me just as tightly. I love them with all I am. They are crying, which angels do not do. I am dying, which humans often do.

#Clems writing #writing #writing prompts #poetry #kind of #Clems poems

[humanmorph]

The Witch in the Glass

by Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

" MY mother says I must not pass Too near that glass; She is afraid that I will see A little witch that looks like me, With a red, red mouth to whisper low The very thing I should not know! "

PARTIZAN 36: The Witch in the Glass Pt. 2

#partizan #friends at the table #fatt #the witch in glass #clementine kesh #rosa art #i dont often post traditional art.i dont like it the pictures always turn out bad #but im too happy with this one to Not share. i like it a lot and the process was fun #(cutting paper etc......) #i kept having ideas for details to add and i actually went through with all of them. yuppee #i didnt mean for the non-witch clem to look so baby it just kind of ended up that way #because the profile i drew turned out to be bigger by accident #it was meant to be clem at the beginning of pzn but i suppose its even pre-pzn now. clem at i dont know 12 #anyways.... ill be taking my walk now. #theres a second verse to that poem but it doesnt apply to the picture i drew. do look it up though.

[i-just-want-to-destroy]

Finally I am free - either from the talons of Garuda or the embrace of Ravana Alone on the high tower I witness above: the sky whose cold blue would not thaw; and down below: the flame that Rama set alight - blazing like a longing that would not end “Jump, Sita,” You snarl, “so air, water, fire, and earth, become pure once more.” But I too wish to be free from Rama’s magic.

— Sapardi Djoko Damono, Sita's Magic (translated by me)

#sapardi djoko damono #ramayana #lit #archive #my translations #tl-ed this cos i wanted to show clem the poem.

[fandxmslxt69]

What's that one poem that's something like "I love my mother so much but I hope I never become like her"?

#was it a sylvia plath poem? or am i thinking of something else #idk im thinking abt it again bc sometimes it just hits so hard #i need it quick someone help!!! #Clem talks <3 #rambles #poems

[between-quotation-marks]

[...] How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd; [...]

— Alexander Pope, "Eloisa to Abelard"

#eternal sunshine of the spotless mind #poetry #poem #quote #alexander pope #jim carrey #joel barish #Joel #kate winslet #clementine #Clem #Yes I am late to this movie's hype

[thatwritererinoriordan]

#william s. burroughs #clem snide #100 great poems: classic poets & beatnik freaks #poetry #spotify #Spotify

[toms-poetry]

Even when you do

everything right,

It still

ends up failing.

I did the work,

I understood the material.

So why am I here now,

laying on a couch on a

Sunday evening before

dinner thinking about

how much I’ve lost?

My darkest hours lie

when everyone can see me,

so I wear a mask to

hide my thoughts.

Perhaps if I

indulge myself in essays and

exam prep worksheets I will find

it easier to fall asleep.

Maybe if I replace thoughts of

trauma and hurt with trigonometry

functions I will find the formula

to forgetting how I feel.

I long to move on from it all, but

there’s no time to heal when your

days and nights are filled with papers

and study guides for upcoming tests.

And it’s not even me who writes this, as I cannot gather

the energy to spin my thoughts into words and emotions

into poetry. So the soul sharing my body will type at a

keyboard to help me express my anger and guilt.

How can I grow when there is no time for rest? A

host not by choice, but by force. Frontstuck from the

first day of consciousness as someone new, 10 months

of trying to go where the forgotten and unknown souls lie.

I find solace in poetry, turning fear into art and sharing my sadness

so that those who relate can feel solace in it as well.

Forging thoughts of memories into weapons of defense for my mind,

hoping that one day I may go inside and rest with the others.

#original poem #poetry #poems on tumblr #rough draft poem #vent poem #free verse poetry #poem #poetry on tumblr #tom’s poems #free verse #rough draft #poems #poets on tumblr #tom and clem collaborated poem #osdd fictive #poems and quotes #osdd #osdd 1b #clementine’s poem #spilled poetry #spilled poem #spilled ink #spilledink #spilled words #spilled thoughts #spilled emotions #spilled everything #fictive alter

[astranva]

Marry Me?

Word Count: 3.1k

Category: fluff!!!!

Warning: the intro is a little poetic, a few curse words.

Summary: In which someone gets down on one knee and it isn’t Joe.

Backstage Girlfriend! Universe Masterlist

..

When you get your heart broken, there are a lot of songs and poems you start to relate to.

Love is a Losing Game by Amy Winehouse, no longer becomes just a slow song you might hum along; it becomes a fact you live by. 

A love like Noah and Allie’s from The Notebook is one that makes you flip your TV channel, because who could love someone like that?

Kafka’s letters to Milena start to make no sense, because how can a man tell his lover “For myself I am too heavy, for you I am light” and mean it? 

Heartbreak fucks you up. It shakes everything you know about love; to a partner, to a parent, to a friend, and to yourself. 

But then you meet someone new, and you realize that maybe the door should be left ajar. Maybe you can accommodate another visitor, in hopes of that visitor isn’t just a passerby. Suddenly, you realize that you don’t hate love because how could you hate love when them calling your name gives you some untamable butterflies? How could you hate love when their mere presence makes you forget about all the sleepless nights you spent crying, wondering if you were worthy of love? 

How can you hate love when you receive it so loudly, so softly, and so passionately? 

Having your heart broken by Harry wasn’t something you had expected. You had expected fights–bad fights, even, and you had expected distance, but you had never expected having to stay quiet as his manager told you that your boyfriend was out on a date with someone who wasn’t you to drive more traffic to his new movie. You didn’t expect to see your boyfriend coming home with a smile on the same lips he kissed someone else with, knowing that you knew–that you saw. You never expected a crowded relationship.

And maybe you didn’t expect to move on either.

“My girlfriend actually styles my outfits,” is the one of the things you didn’t expect Joe to say on national television, “Y/N is just-she’s-she’s incredible at everything honestly.”

“Hey, man, this is my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N,” is another you also didn’t expect to hear your boyfriend say as he introduced you some celebrity friends.

“Tell me if it gets too much,” as well, with his arm around your dress-clad waist, lovingly looking at you and ignoring the flashing cameras on the red carpet.

Two years pass by, and not a day went by without you feeling loved in the relationship. Not a single day went by without Joe’s “I love you”s, or sending you silly pictures to make you laugh at work, or kissing you until you were a giggling mess. Not a single day went by with you questioning his love.

With his mouth opened slightly agape in a tiresome slumber in your arms, your hand was stroking through his soft hair, holding him as he slept through the movie he told you he’d stay awake during but you knew better—you knew him better.

“I could die right now, Clem,” Jim Carrey as Joel, told Kate Winslet in the movie playing on your shared TV, “I’m just…happy. I’ve never felt that before,” he said as they both lied on ice, hands intertwined, “I’m just exactly where I want to be.”

And you smiled, mind racing with a million memories.

Memories of Joe nervously asking you out on a date. Memories of Joe blushing when your hands had brushed for the first time. Memories of your first kiss. Memories of him holding you as you told him about your heartbreak. Memories of disagreements, where no matter how mad, the both of you never could go a day without communicating. Memories of Joe unapologetically loving you.

You released a short sigh, leaning down a little to press a soft kiss to his temple, smiling when he snuggled more into you with a small groan.

If someone had asked you: “What made the shift?” You wouldn’t know how to answer, but right there and then, with him in your arms, and with Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind playing on the TV, you knew.

He was your person.

You knew that you wanted him in your life for as long as your lungs accomodate you, and for as long as your heart beat for you, and for the love you could finally say you deserved.

It was a week later when it happened. One moment you were walking to your car after getting a new sports bra instead of your comfort one that you had been using and abusing for years, and the next, you were standing and looking at rings.

“Are you interested in Cartier, miss?” 

You smiled politely, “I’m not so sure, I’m just-I’m just looking.”

“Boyfriend? Girlfriend?” The man smiled.

“Boyfriend, yeah,” you chuckled bashfully.

The man hummed, “You look in love,” he pointed out, “Any special occasion?”

“I think,” you paused, furrowing your eyebrows a little as you gave him a smile, “I think I want to propose actually.”

His eyes went wide, and as did his smile, his fixed posture dropping as his hands went to his heart, “Oh!” He exclaimed, “We do live in modern times!” He grinned, “Come in, come in, I’ll show you the great deals.”

And you did. The man, whose name turned out to be Roberto, seemed excited as he showed you different bands; silver, gold, rose gold, thick, thin, 15% off, 40% off.

You were polite as you looked and nodded along, complimenting every ring he showed you and holding it in your palm.

“I just-Nothing really screams his name, you know?” You told him, turning around to glance at the shop.

There it was.

A flyer, stuck on the memo board they had behind the cashier stared back at you with its big, bold text screaming at you:

MAKE YOUR OWN JEWELRY!

Jewelry making workshop: 4 days, materials covered.

Ask us about the workshop!

“You have a jewellery-making workshop?” You asked Roberto, pointing at the flyer.

He hummed in confirmation, putting a ring back in its place, “It’s very fun.”

“How do I register?”

And then you found yourself having to lie about your whereabouts to Joe.

“I have a meeting with Rian Johnson tonight.”

“Hey, baby. No, trouble at work. I’ll be a little late.”

“Stressful week at work, yeah. The crew’s expected to stay late on set for two more days.”

Never would you have ever thought that you would be sitting opposite to a 57-year-old man, in overalls, as an only student in a jewellery-making workshop, melting and shaping metal.

Joe wasn’t someone who went all out and crazy with jewellery. In fact, it wasn’t a usual sighting to see him wearing rings, except years ago when he wore one on his pinky.

It was why you decided on making a simple design, and you were thankful for that because you were sure a 4-day workshop and with your minimal skills, you couldn’t do anything too complicated.

“And now,” Sid, the 57-year-old instructor, began quietly with a proud, soft smile, “Carefully put it in the box.”

You carefully held the finished ring, forgetting to breathe for a moment as you carefully put it inside the small black velvet box, a loud exhale leaving your lips as you looked at it.

“Good job, Y/N,” Sid smiled, watching you.

You laughed in excitement, not realizing that you were crying until you sniffled, “Do you think he’ll like it?”

“You made that ring, sweetheart,” Sid replied, “With your own hands. Any person who doesn’t love that is not worth keeping.”

By the time you were back, Joe was putting down his guitar, his head turning towards the door before a smile came to his face.

“Home sweet home,” he said, standing up with his arms open as he welcomed you in a hug, kissing your head, “How was your day?”

You hummed, looking at him with your arms around his waist, smiling as you replied, “It’s good now.”

“Cute,” he chuckled, leaning closer to press his lips against yours, “Have you eaten properly? You know iced coffee isn’t food, right?”

You rolled your eyes, “I had tacos,” you replied.

“Good choice,” Joe said with a smile, pecking your lips, “When are you going to rest?” He asked, “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” you replied, pecking his lips, “How about a dinner date on Saturday?” 

“Where?”

“Wherever you want,” you said.

“We can stay home and cook something nice, what do you think?”

“I’ll cook,” you said, “Whatever you want.”

It was when Saturday came that you realized what it was that you were about to do.

You woke up two hours before Joe from the restless sleep you got. You were an anxious mess. From making sure you were squeaky clean with a shower, to moisturizing too much, to making sure your house was spotless, to shakily preparing breakfast, you had no idea how you were going to be even a tad bit calm for the night. 

The velvet black box remained hidden in one of your purses; a place where you knew wasn’t risky because Joe never had a reason to go through your bags nor were they always in his sight.

Your heart remained frantically beating in your ribcage. Your hands remained shaking. Your mind remained alert enough to remind you to breath every minute or so.

“Mooorning,” you heard, feeling Joe’s hand on your waist before he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Good morning,” you smiled the best you could, turning to the side to place your hand on his neck as you stepped closer to kiss him.

Joe hummed, smiling as he squeezed your hip before his eyes fell on his mug of coffee, ready for him to drink, “Thank you, baby.”

You only smiled, turning around to turn off the stove on the scrambled eggs you were making for the both of you.

Mornings with Joe were always so peacefully quiet. He’d show you funny tweets, you’d show him funny TikToks, and then you’d both talk about the day you had ahead, all whilst seating beside each other, having your breakfast in the kitchen.

It was your conversation that had your calming down, but if you were to narrow it down, it was Joe’s presence that calmed you down. 

Joe was simple. He had fans left and right, he was a main character in one of the most watched shows, and he made music that could make someone ascend to heaven, but he was very simple to the core. If you were to ask Joe about his perfect day, he’d say it’d be spent with you, some music playing with a nice meal, then maybe you’d take a walk around the park before going back home to cuddle to a movie he’d sleep in the midst of.

Maybe it was why your dinner date was one where the both of you weren’t dressed up for.

Instead, you were in plaid pajama bottoms with a black t-shirt from his Djo’s Decide merch. Joe was in sweat shorts, and in a t-shirt that you had gotten him as a joke months ago that said “I ❤ MY GIRLFRIEND”, with his hair a mess.

You were thankful for the t-shirt you were wearing hiding the bulging pocket of your pants, and even more so when you both had finally sat down to eat.

“Look at thaaaat!” Joe exclaimed, looking at the food you had prepared as the both of you sat on your dinning table.

You laughed shyly, giving him a shrug, “As if you weren’t helping me with it.”

“All you,” he shook his head, taking your plate in his hand as he began to put food on it, “Tell me about your week?”

And then you fell into the effortless conversations you both did so well. Laughter, dramatic gasps, a shit ton of compliments, and more laughter were shared as you both ate.

“And then we finally made it to the show,” you concluded your story, “Thankfully, Phoebe hadn’t, like, begun her set yet so we were so fucking lucky.”

“Was she good live? I can only imagine how cool her shows are.”

“She was so good,” you replied, talking about Phoebe Bridgers, “Like, I’d tell you I had a favorite song from the live show but I just don’t. They were all so good.”

“We should go together,” he pointed at you with his fork, “You know what, I think we need a new, like, a new goal.”

“And what’s that?” You smiled, leaning your head on your hands as you looked at him.

“We should see every single artist live,” Joe dramatically replied, “I’m talking Stevie Nicks, Cardi B, Phoebe Bridgers, Niall Horan, Silk Sonic. Literally everyone.”

You laughed, “Oh yeah? Are you planning on living until we’re 150 years old?” You teased him.

“We just-It’ll be easy! How fun would that be?”

“What? For you to be seen at every single show? Do you realize how absolutely crazy fans would go if they got pictures of you at all these people’s shows?”

He waved you off, “Then they’ll know I’m having a fuck ton of fun with my girlfriend,” he replied, “It’s a nice goal. Admit it.”

“It’s nice,” you admitted with a smile, “I could actually just call Niall though,” you said, “We’re not so close but we’re friends. He’s, like, one of the nicest people to ever exist.”

“You know Niall Horan,” Joe’s eyebrows went up with a smile, “That’s cool.”

“Want me to get you an autograph?”

“Fuck off,” he laughed, tapping your leg with his underneath the table, “Wouldn’t it be a little awkward if you talked to him? You know, given that you’re, you know…”

“Harry’s ex?” You asked, watching as Joe nodded. You shrugged, “No, Niall’s a nice guy. I think we sort of became friends a little, like, beyond Harry.”

Joe nodded again, “Alright so it’s a yes to seeing Niall live,” he said, “Do you know the rest of the One Direction guys, too?”

You shook your head, “Just Niall. Harry mostly kept contact with Niall more than the rest so I only met him.”

“I would’ve cried if you were friends with Zayn, honestly,” Joe said, making you laugh, “For real. He’s–The guy’s fucking majestic.”

“And he’s so unbothered,” you said, “Like he’s just out there doing his own thing and nobody knows a thing about him.”

“Exactly,” he said before grimacing, “Are we talking about your ex’s band on our date?”

“Not anyone’s fault he was in a successful band,” you chuckled.

“He’s successful,” Joe pointed out, making you nod. “Anyway, how’s it going with Rian Johnson?” 

And then just like that, you both continued to talk some more.

It was 15 minutes later when you seemed to zone out, your mind going to the velvet box in your pocket as your heart frantically thumped against your chest, anticipating the awaited moment.

Your mind was elsewhere as you and Joe began cleaning the table, with him telling you about some pointless celebrity gossip he saw on Twitter that you both enjoyed so much.

It was when your hands were washed, that Joe wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning closer to leave a soft kiss to your neck, then cheek, then finally, your lips.

“Thank you for dinner,” he said.

“You liked it?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, a smile on your face.

“Loved it,” he said, “I love when we do that.”

“What?”

“This,” he shrugged, “Home-cooked meal, or any food really, just staying together and having a slow day,” he shrugged again, “I love it,” he said before smiling, “I love you.”

You smiled, moving your hands to his cheeks, “I love you,” you repeated. “Can I ask you a question?”

Joe hummed, nodding slightly.

 “Do you imagine us together, like, forever?” 

“Fuck yeah,” he gave you a look that screamed “What sort of question is that?” before he nodded, “Are you kidding?”

“You do?” 

“Are we not-Are we not past that point? I thought it was obvious that we were, like, in this for eternity type of thing. No joke.”

“Just making sure,” you said before taking a deep breath, “Um, just so that what I’m about to do isn’t awkward,” you slowly removed your hands from his cheeks, watchin as Joe gave you a confused look.

Shakily, your hand grabbed the velvet box in your pocket, taking it out as Joe’s eyes went to it. 

And before he knew it, you were down on one knee.

His eyes widened, a shocked grin on his face.

You cleared your throat, avoiding eye contact, “J,” you began, “I didn’t prepare a speech because I knew I’d forget it. But I want to see every artist live with you,” you said, “And I want the home-cooked meals, the slow days, I want it-Fuck, I want it all with you,” you laughed, sniffling as tears fell down in your hot cheeks before you finally looked up at him, laughing some more at his shocked expression, “Will you marry me?”

Instead of answering, Joe was down on his knees, grabbing your face in his hands as he pressed his lips on yours, one hand moving to tangle his fingers in your hair as he did.

“Yes,” he answered, out of breath, “You’re so fucking insane for that, you know? Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

You laughed in glee, wiping his tears, “Oh my God,” you laughed, kissing his lips once more.

The moment you pulled away, Joe looked down at the ring, making you remember the jewellery. You took out the ring, holding it with your fingers, “I made it,” you sheepishly and quietly said, “The waves are-It’s cheesy but we said our first I love you’s on the beach and,” you shrugged with a giggle.

“You’re unreal,” Joe shook his head in disbelief, “You had it made for me?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I made it. I made it myself,” you said, holding his hand in yours, “It was this 4-day workshop,” you said, “It’s not much, I kno-”

“Fuck ooooff,” he frowned, shaking his head, “This is the best fucking ring I have ever seen in my entire life,” he said, “You made it. You actually made it.”

Softly, you slid the ring onto his ring finger, grinning after you did so before looking at him.

Joe sniffled, letting out a small laugh as he turned his head, bringing his shoulder closer to wipe his tears before looking at his ring-clad hand, shaking his head in disbelief. 

He stood up, holding his hand out for you, “Come here,” he said, pulling you up before pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you, “I love you. I love you so fucking much, yeah?”

“I love you so fucking much, too.”

#backstage girlfriend #backstage gf!yn #joe keery x reader #joe keery imagine #joe keery blurb #ex boyfriend!harry x reader

[authorivyljames]

The Orange and Pink Sunset is available for preorder now!

ABOUT THE CHAPBOOK

The sun has set on what my life used to be, there’s no going back, but that loss allows the stars to shine, and I’m more at home in the moonlight anyway.

In The Orange and Pink Sunset, Ivy L. James weaves a tapestry of her life as a queer woman, from childhood crushes to the labels she’s tried on to religious discrimination. Her raw words express agony and joy in equal measure. She provides a refreshing perspective with an understandable voice, and her narrative style feels like sharing a pot of tea with a close friend. This impactful poetry chapbook is a vulnerable discussion of what it’s like to find herself as a lesbian, and in the end, James chooses love over hate, even in moments of pain.

Content warnings: Some poems touch on the author’s experiences with familial homophobia and religious homophobia. This collection also includes mild adult language, sensual content, and brief violent imagery.

ADVANCE PRAISE

“James’ writing is sweet, candid, and necessary. Her poems tell tales that will undoubtedly be relatable to the queer reader, provoking feelings of sorrow and solidarity both, and gradually fostering a sense of bright, palpable hope. Fresh yet enchantingly familiar, The Orange and Pink Sunset bleeds with authenticity.”

- Rose McCoy, author of When the World Didn’t End

“Exquisite joys & sorrows are laid out before you, like rare gems on an offering table right from the jump.

Bodyblows & massive hooks to the soul & spine on every page, snatching the air out your lungs, bringing you to tears a time or two on moments that hit so so so near to home, but instilling a craving to keep reading.

It ends so sweet, so subtle, so perfect, you go back and read it again. 

In short: Ivy L. James offers here a rapturous sermon in the chapel of Sappho, and we should all be ever so grateful for the privilege to take in The Orange and Pink Sunset. 

Just make sure to bring an offering for Saint Sailor Neptune, won’t you?”

- Clem Flowers, author of I Know Nothing But The Night (Bullshit Lit) & KUDZU (Cowboy Jamboree Press)

PREORDER LINKS

The ebook of this chapbook is currently available for preorder! The expected release date is 30 April 2024.

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CW1KSKMG 

Website: https://www.authorivyljames.com/product-page/the-orange-and-pink-sunset-ebook 

PRESALE GIVEAWAY

If you preorder, please enter the presale giveaway to get some bonus poems and the chance to win a swag bag that includes a signed paperback copy!

Giveaway form: https://forms.gle/M7L18Cbq4Td11bj98

#writeblr #writers of tumblr #poetry #poets on tumblr #chapbook #writers and poets #lgbt books #sapphic #lesbian #wlw

[theview-from-halfwaydown]

“always good enough for you to dip your hands into

but never good enough for you to stay”

#clem’s poems #spilled ink #spilled words #poem #poetry #stream of conscious writing #spilled guts #poems on tumblr #my words #random thoughts #my poem #random thinking #creative poetry #creative thoughts #creative expression #creative writing #prose writing #writing #spilled feelings #spilled poetry #poets on tumblr #poetic

[clems-grove]

You live in the house your mother lives in but you do not live together. Once you knew her (knew how she hurt you) but it’s faded into a dull knife embedded in yr gut. People exclaim as you bleed across their carpet; I am sorry, but I know no other way. You have regrown around the knife but that does not mean it’s stopped slicing. You look at her and wonder what dreams she would have exclaimed had you met her as a child. You look at her and see potential wasted. She asks about college plans but doesn’t know the name of any of your friends. You tie your hair in the same way she always has. How awful it is, to know, and to not.

#clems writing #poetry #in a way #MOMMY ISSUES!!!! #Clems poems

[humanmorph]

I cannot get over clem waking up from a nightmare with her eyes scratchy/burning & being relieved that it's just the sage she tucked behind her ear growing over them

#It's just stuck in my head #also the poem in the description #Clementine !!!!!!!!!!!!! #they should get a Hugo for this. Jack I mean #partizan season of me wanting to give friends at the table awards. Just any tbh #Rosa rambles #God I've already drawn witch in glass clem but I keep wanting to do some arts & crafts shit I don't have the material for #If only I had real actual russian sage. Then I don't know but I bet I could do something really cool

[juno-box]

what excatly is dotwd???

It's a fan project I made based on an AU idea I had as a child a decade ago, where it's a written fanfic that also doubles as a hybrid novel (a book that uses different storytelling methods like photos, poems, etc).

It's based on my idea to Clementine that she would've been with since before the apocalypse, but someone to act as her equal and not more or less capable than her. With doing that comes the part of giving this new character pre-existing relationships with other characters, as well as giving Clem the same familiarity. And this a;so plays a part in drastically altering the story along the way.

It's a big story of “Well, what if this character existed”, “What if this character knew this character”, and “What if this character lived/did this instead?”

So, it start with Rachel, the secondary protagonist in the overall DoTWD story.

The story essentially follows Clementine and this new childhood friend, Rachel through the end of the world, to put in the summary's words. As the story will constantly spotlight multiple characters, it is majorly about these two, their relationships and actions/interactions with the world and it's survivors. Starting with Season One.

#twdg #dotwd au #fanfiction #ask

[nilolol30]

i saw that doc ending you wrote for your fanfic but what if it was the other way around? reader planning to ask doc out and seamus absolutely snitching on reader! that would be so cute!! and sorry for asking so many times for doc!! -☆

Me and Seamus was out delivering supplies to midtown both me and him sat in the train with multiple boxes.

"Do you think papa will eventually install music on here? It's weird when it's quiet" Seamus sighed laying his head on the two boxes on his lap.

"One day Doc is just very busy ya' know"

"Yeah you'd know" Seamus mumbled the train stops and we pick up the boxes and walk out.

"What is that supposed to mean?" The companions waiting for us give us a wave walking over to help take the boxes.

"It's kinda obvious, thanks if you guys need anything else give a call" Seamus turned to the companion taking the box out of his arms they nod thanking us and we turn back.

"Obvious?"

"You have a thing for my dad" Seamus says blankly as we step back into the train I was taken back for a bit and quickly run in before the doors closed.

"Pft what no I-"

"You do"

...why is he so calm about this I expect at least him being smug about this or maybe awkward.

"And your not against it?" I sat down on one of the seats as Seamus did the same.

"No why would I? Its not like your hurting anyone and you make papa really happy I'm just annoyed that you haven't told him you make it so obvious but both of you are dense as hell me and Momo had to hold back Clem from doing it for you... Mostly Momo I was kinda on her side on that" Seamus nodded along as he spoke agreeing to himself.

"Oh... Wait how am I dense!?" Seamus stared at me for a bit and then face palmed.

"There is no god damn way you don't know he likes you.. He literally accidentally gave you a love poem! That was made FOR YOU!"

"I thought it was a made about his love for humans!"

"Bruh..." Seamus put his screen into his hands shaking his head.

"Oh shut up I'm planning to confess to him soon...I just want to figure out my words" Seamus took his head out from his hands to look at me with a blank face.

"You're taking your damn sweet time"

"Shut up" soon the doors opened and as we walk out Seamus paused for a second.

"What are you doing?" I ask turning around to face him I'm only met with silence.

Suddenly Seamus starts running and I suddenly knew what he was going to do so I started chasing him as we both dodged other companions.

"I'm doing this for both you guys and everyones good!" Seamus screams when he noticed I was very slowly catching up.

"Seamus I swear to whatever god is out there if you do this I'll put my dream of turning Blazer to a toaster into you!" We were slowly reaching Doc's lab and unfortunately for me stamina is a bitch.

But I threw out my last resort and tackled Seamus right after he opened the door causing us both to stumble and fall inside the lab.

"Oh are you two fighting over the game controller again? Being second player isn't that bad" Doc says while putting down a few wires and tuning away from his desk as me and Seamus struggled covering each others mouths.

"Papa the human wants to date you!!" Seamus screams before I covered his speaker.

Doc made a small 'ah' noise his screen showing a big blush under his eyes I stopped trying to fight off Seamus realizing this is actually happened.

Seamus took his chance and ran off laughing most likely running to tell Clementine he was successful.

"This wasn't how I wanted this to happen..." I mumble to myself Doc seemed to hear and walked to me kneeling down and put his hand on my shoulder.

"We'll how about we try again? Maybe over dinner?"

#stray doc #stray doc x reader #doc x reader #stray x reader #stray game x reader #stray

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ROMANTIC GESTURES !!

BOLD what applies to your muse, ITALIZE if there's potential / it depends. Repost, don't reblog.

Tagged by: @myriadxofxmuses

Tagging: @midnightrainrp (clem), @chronicxwanderlust (marley), @autumnwritcs (davina), & anyone who wants to!

holding hands (in public) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photobooth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favorite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("I love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite (from meal)

#meme: chey #chey's one of my biggest lovers but hides it most of the time until she's in a relationship lol #ty for tagging!