#clementine is just having a fucking blast

[underratedandoverit]

love you long time, sweetest clementine

~2k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

takes place after the title match at all out. so warnings for mentions of blood, physicality related to that, kip says fuck once. i think thats it

i dont really know where this was going and i dont know if this is worth anything tbh, theres a couple of lines in there that i like so i guess its worth just throwing up. i slammed this out in like two hours, i skimmed through it but no real proofreading or editing was done, i dont care. i just needed to get it this out of my brain so here you go. for what its worth. pretty much just your every day hurt/comfort and angst. a happy ending i guess you could call it

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

on ao3

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His heart raced. All sound was just white noise in his ears, eyes fixated on the closest screen he could find to watch the last moments play through the replay on the screen again.

How Moxley dropped Cassidy so easily with the Death Rider after the last-ditch effort of Cassidy trying to play the mind games with the other man by flipping him off. How Bryce slid into position, counting down to three, so easily it was almost insulting.

How Orange Cassidy just remained still on the mat, staring up at the bright lights with a bloodied face, his vision barely there as Wild Thing blasted across the arena, combined together with the mixed reaction of the fans that had stood up from their seats to mostly applaud the competitors after such an incredibly fierce battle.

Kip could feel his throat tightening as he watched the rest of Blackpool Combat Club make their way out to the ringside to celebrate Moxley and his title victory.

He didn’t remember much after that. Having to watch Cassidy endure the match took almost as much out of him as it did the now former champion, if Kip was being honest. Of course, these two things didn’t really compare, at least to the people who didn’t know about the thoughts desperately rolling around in the Brit’s head.

How this was all his fault.

Best Friends and Kris had walked Cassidy from the ring, escorting him to the medical officers to get patched up. Kip didn’t want to accompany them, Cassidy was out of it enough already without him butting in there to show extra amounts of concern as well. Kip couldn’t face him right now, as they had helped Cassidy backstage and past him in the waiting area, he had it barely in him to look at his boyfriend.

Nobody questioned it. But everyone could probably sense that something wasn’t right.

Maybe they knew this was his fault.

Kip couldn’t look Cassidy in the eyes when he was helped in their rental car, Cassidy barely sitting upright on the passenger seat. Kip was handed a bag of bandages and such, made sure that they would get changed first thing in the morning, if not sooner. He didn’t remember who told him that, but Kip assured them it would be done. In all honesty he wasn’t sure if he could hold such a promise, but it felt so good to lie right there and then.

Cassidy’s hand almost blindly searched for his, Kip hesitating a little to allow the touch but the blond’s distress was more important to calm down than his own dislike to be touched under the circumstances. Kip was just hoping Cassidy didn’t notice it, how icky the goosebumps his fingertips running along Kip’s skin made were. He tried to not think about it, just focusing on driving them back to the hotel. Cassidy needed rest. That was his one and only priority tonight.

The way Kip watched Cassidy fall down to the hotel bed as soon as he was inside the room made his heart ache. The heavy breathing, the eyes that were usually so bright at this time of the day barely remained open. He was so tired, beaten, bruised, battered. Been through hell and back and Kip couldn’t do anything to help him.

In all the potential ways, he was convinced that he only made it worse.

Without a word Kip excused himself to the bathroom, uncharacteristically locking the door after himself. Not that it mattered, chances that Cassidy would walk in were incredibly low, but he needed a guaranteed moment of peace, as stupid as that probably sounded. Avoiding eye contact with himself in the mirror, Kip walked up to the sink, turning the water on as cold as possible as he washed his face a few times.

Maybe he was just being a bit overly sensitive after witnessing all of that. All the blood, the screams, the hurt look on Cassidy’s face that was going to haunt his dreams for a good few weeks to come. Thinking about the pain the blond had to go through during all of that, even if no weapons were used, he was still in this kind of a state, both physically and mentally completely out of it.

If only Kip had managed to do something to prevent all of that.

With shaky hands he turned the water off, watching the little pool of it disappear from the sink slowly, Kip didn’t dare to face himself in the mirror. Blindly he reached for a nearby towel, drying his face. The soft fabric against his face, blocking out the lights was the first comforting thing he had felt for what felt like hours. Usually darkness came with its own demons he had to endure, but tonight it felt like the place to be.

Kip slowly let the towel drop from his face, leaving it at the edge of the sink as he exited the bedroom. Maybe it was obvious from his face how disappointed he was that Cassidy was still awake as he re-entered into the hotel room, watching the blond barely hold himself up in a sitting position at the edge of the bed, as he got slightly furrowed brows back from him.

“…Kip?”

Without replying Kip turned on his heels, walking back into the bathroom. He grabbed the towel back into his hands, turning the water on, running the towel underneath it a little. Turning everything off again he returned to the room, walking up to Cassidy, taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to him, carefully turning the blond to face him. Kip winced a little at the soft whine Cassidy let out against the touch, but pushed forward as he tried to be as gentle as possible while pressing the wet towel against his face, carefully trying to wipe away the remaining traces of blood that the medical crew hadn’t bothered to clean up.

“…Are you okay?”

Kip stopped for a brief moment, pondering over the question, but ultimately remained silent as he continued his cleanup work. Cassidy didn’t stop him, but his quiet voice was clearly very heavy in the almost suffocatingly small hotel room, the walls trapping him as Kip tried to pay them no mind, just focused on trying to clean the traces of dried blood from the blond’s brow line.

“Talk to me.”

It was obvious at this point that Kip was avoiding eye contact with him, no matter how much Cassidy tried to establish that connection. Kip cleaned him up to the best of his ability, refused to say a word, every word that left Cassidy’s mouth after that sounding more and more desperate in their pleas.

Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong. Are you okay. Did I do something. Are you mad at me.

Kip did want to answer to a few of those, but the longer he remained silent the easier it became to resist the urge. He wasn’t okay. Cassidy didn’t do anything. Kip could never be mad at him.

“Is it…” Cassidy turned away, forcing Kip’s hands off of his face, making him almost flinch to a halt with the towel in his hands. “Is it because I lost?”

Kip looked at him, the sad side of his face as Cassidy’s blue eyes scanned the rest of the room, trying to find something to hang onto while he waited for some sort of a response from the Brit. Biting his lip, Kip finally forced a soft cough out of himself, clearing his voice a little.

“No. It’s not your fault.”

Cassidy nodded, turning back towards him, for the first time managing to establish eye contact with Kip, making him immediately regret it as Kip could see the pain and hurt in him even more clearly than at any point before that night immediately.

“Then tell me. Why are you like this?”

As much as he wanted to, Kip couldn’t look away now that he was trapped in those mesmerizing, hauntingly sad blue eyes of his.

“I’m supposed to be the one in pain here.”

He was right, and Kip knew that much. He lowered the towel from his hands, handing it over to Cassidy who barely took a hold of it, watching Kip struggling to find the words to continue. He wasn’t sure how to put his thoughts into words so instead Kip reached his hand for his pocket, Cassidy watching in growing confusion as Kip pulled out his phone, starting to search for something.

After some agonizing seconds Kip handed it over to him, Cassidy’s eyes slowly tracking down to the device, watching as Kip swiped through some screenshots.

“Every single time you’ve had an important title defense,” he stated, watching as Cassidy nodded as he was slowly reading through the screenshots of a few tweets that Kip had been making over the past couple of months, “I rooted for you. Publicly, out in the open, on social media. This… This time, tonight, I…”

“You didn’t.”

Kip nodded slowly, pulling the phone back into his possession, clicking the screen shut. “I didn’t. And I know it’s just stupid superstition, but I can’t help but to feel a little bit responsible about what happened out there tonight because I… I didn’t do this one fucking thing.”

Biting his lip Kip hung his head, not daring to look at Cassidy at the moment. It was all so stupid, but at the same time it was something he found himself genuinely believing in. It had happened too many times to be a mere coincidence, and the one that it would have mattered, Kip hadn’t made sure to do it. Superstition or not, he couldn’t help but to feel a little bit responsible over what happened; not only the loss, but the pain, the suffering, the tears that were left in that ring tonight.

Because he had been a fool. There was no other way someone like Orange Cassidy would have lost such an important title match otherwise.

Cassidy hummed quietly, the soft sound breaking Kip’s thought process. He didn’t look up, but he felt a hand sneaking its way into his lap, fitting itself together with one of his hands with ease. Cassidy was clearly still very out of it, there barely being any power behind the squeeze his hand gave to Kip’s, but the effort was obviously there. Kip didn’t dare to squeeze his hand back in acknowledgment of his efforts, in fear that he might break something more than he had already done.

“I don’t care.”

Kip’s eyes narrowed a little, him stealing a look towards Cassidy under his brows. The blond wasn’t looking back at him, instead his eyes were looking around the hotel room again. But Kip was able to see the soft little smile tucking the corner of his lips.

“I don’t care that you didn’t do it. I don’t care if you believe it. The better man won tonight and there’s nothing a silly little tweet could change about that.”

Somewhere in the back of his head Kip felt like he should be insulted by those words, but the rational part of him knew Cassidy was right. He could feel another little squeeze of his hand, this time Kip responding back to it by running his thumb over the dried blood on his knuckles.

“All I care is that you’re here now, no matter what happened.”

Cassidy finally turned back towards him, watching as Kip lifted his head up before leaning closer, pressing a soft, still slightly hesitating kiss against Cassidy’s lips, Kip trying his best to ignore the slight taste of iron he was catching from the blond’s lips.

“I love you,” Kip whispered, feeling the smile from Cassidy as he stole a slow, lazy kiss from Kip’s lips.

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

[eternivex-a]

Need to lose my shit about Ben (twdg) bc oh my god/neg

The argument "he was just a kid he was scared" is so fucking stupid. He got so many people killed but bc hes a teenager and he was scared that makes it all okay??? Some of the things he does I can understand but he actively fucked things up and only caused harm to the entire group. He got Kenny's family killed, he got Carley/Doug killed, nearly got Bree (? Is that her name) killed in the school, left Clementine in the middle of a group of walkers (with this one I can't entirely blame him bc what could he have done, he didn't have a weapon, but he could've at least grabbed her and booked it. But he was more concerned with his survival at that time, I can't get really pissed off at that one) and I can't name a single good thing he did for the group. There could be something he did, but unless he stopped the entire goddamn apocalypse singlehandedly- that doesn't make up for the amount of people he got put in the fucking ground.

I'm not gonna say he caused the entire downfall for the group bc they were already going down fast, that was obvious. However I am going to say he was a nail in the coffin, and more often than not he was hammering in said nails for a lot of people.

Ben was the worst one in the entire season, I'll prove it by showing you the others too.

Larry was awful and he tried to get Lee killed and also take out Duck, I'm not defending that at all- but at least there was some kind of logic to what he did, even if it was extremely fucked up and twisted. He thought Duck was bitten and wanted him gone, and he knew Lee was a killer and he didn't want him around, fair things to want to do but the way he went about doing these was just horrible.

Lily got extremely paranoid and had her dad's anger issues, she was an asshole but she was desperately trying to keep the group afloat, Ben doing what he did just tipped her over the deep end and drove her to blast who she believed to have caused the entire shit storm. She's still awful, but there was also logic to what she did, and that was the only horrible thing she did through the season (depending on if you helped Kenny kill Larry, and then she leaves Lee to nearly fucking die in the fight with that fuckin cannibal)

And no I'm not gonna argue with people on this, I firmly believe that Ben was the worst and I have for 10 years. My opinion isn't going to change bc he was a kid and he was scared, he still got a shit ton of people killed and made everything worse for everyone. He deserved everything that came to him and if I had the option I would've killed him on that fucking train.

Have a good day.

#deans talkin #twdg #the walking dead game

[spookyvalentine]

ooh 6 and 22 for the shep asks if you're still doing them!

Yes! Thank you for the ask :)

6. Initial reaction to EDI? Does it change?

for mercy, it’s a positive one. at first wary, not because edi is an ai, but because they’re not sure what’s being recorded, logged and shared with tim and cerberus. here’s the thing, though—mercy’s interested in anything that can make conversation, and has always been fascinated by ai. they ask her tons of questions, not just for strategy outcomes but wants to know her opinion on things, asks her to make judgment/morality calls and preferences. what’s her favorite kind of weather? what is it like to fly through a nebula. can you see shrimp colors? in return edi asks mercy questions such as what is eating like, why are you building tiny ships and painting them strange colors, why are you listening to this noise? why do you get up to dance? what is meditation like. when mercy’s up prowling far too late into the night, edi will start conversation. she appreciates how the commander gives answers that show how much they’ve actually been listening. they install a camera at their work table so she can watch them paint model ships at the right angle. just because she doesn’t have a traditional body mercy doesn’t treat her any differently. she becomes very fiercely protective of mercy’s privacy. mercy pushes cerberus to give edi several drones because she said she wanted to know what it’d be like to fight at mercy’s back. i think edi is one of mercy’s closest confidants. i wrote a lil snippet of one of their interactions (rainbow connection)

honestly i personally just love ai so much and get really emotional about it so stellan also has a positive reaction to edi. literally the first words out of their mouth are ah, how interesting! they’re sort of like oh my gosh a person who is always awake and can look up everything—stellan, a kid that grew up on a farming commune, really loves aquascaping and designing terrariums. stellan picks up a pet turtle in ilium and so the two of them are up into the night talking about water chemistry and constantly coming up with new ways to create self sustaining environments in space. set up a hydroponic system of lettuce and strawberries for the turtle. water tank is stocked with guppies and shrimp and fuck if it isn’t a gorgeous, living piece of art that they’ve created together.

stellan and edi have powerful loud and long opinions about water pumps. also just coming to the realization that stellan absolutely keeps bonsais and displays them in the model ship case

22. What’s the last thing Shepard ate before the final reaper showdown?

Ough. Hmm. Well, I think on the way to earth both of them have a ship potluck. everyone brings something. but like maybe as a last moment recharge snack bite?

stellan chows down on some mre or protein bar. doesn’t taste it, couldn’t tell you what it was. they’ve got laser vision. this is the final fucking push and goddammit they’ll see it through and past that, they’ll be sharing a meal with the ones they love after this

mercy, I think, on the shuttle down, has a clementine. peels it in one piece, sets the rind down on the seat beside them to curl up like a flower. savors the burst of sweet juice, bitter fiber, of the bright waft of orange oil in the air. a quiet moment. and when their armor’s been blasted off, and they’re swaying alone on the platform looking at the fucked up shit ass creepy reaper kid that’s been hounding their nightmares, they catch a whiff of the pith still caught under their fingernails

fifty questions for commander shepard

#stellan’s turtle is named skipperdee #by the by #wow these ones made me emotional #i got carried away a bit there oops #oc: mercy shepard #oc: stellan shepard #themshep #commander shepard #mass effect

[fatymah]

August 26, 2022

2: 30 a.m.

Hospital

Preview: You are in your Marlyn Monroe era, lighting a cigarette in the bathroom vibing on songs and you choked.

also, you are wearing your saddest T-shirts

Away from the self-care checklist, well lying here make me feel self-care is important. Fuck it, I am so into self-harm these days. And I feel like self-harm renovates your sou- 'soul' i wanted to write soul and then obviously out of breath.

It's like pain is eager to find a home in my body, the way it plunges through my veins and wants to give all of it that my lungs burst. (describes asthma poetically) This is how I think we love, want to blast through every filter, every detail, every touch, every eye contact still... everything and nothing at all.

The saddest part of this night is I think I am almost dead, alone, with a mask thing on my mouth (can't even speak) this is why decided to write and now the battery is draining. Fuck it! *endless scrolling*

a few hours back my friends brought me here and I was lying with an inner monologue of a seal and yes my candlelit screams. I remember the doctor pushing branula needle in my vein and consoling me 'pain is a beautiful feeling and its okay to feel pain, it means you are alive

There's this big written number 23 on my bed which after a lot of overthinking I realized was my bed number well this is how my brain works. On seeing that 23 I started thinking that i have so little time left until I turn 23 and I haven't done anything remarkable yet. so i murmured 'i have to be mentally and financially stable by 23' Turns out it wasn't a murmur when the nurse caressed me by saying 'stop overthinking, everything is fine

i told her i am upset and right now i want someone to sit next to me and hold my hurtful hand whole fucking night and then in the end as usual i cried. (out of breath again)

Sometimes things are not just a need but a want like today right now I need things. A lifelong pervading absence ... that makes me want to swallow everything

I wish I could tell them that i want to infuse prismatic illuminations on my soul to sweep away these tan voids. When these emergency room lights reflect in clementine tinctured shadows, i want you to bleach my heart with fireflies. And when the teenage traumas take over my soul, i want you to open the VIBGYOR palette of my childhood for me, i want you to hallucinate me with every beautiful impossibility and i want you to keep doing it till my body falls in the bosom of eternal rest. In between all this, our past can reflect like black monochrome montages but i want you to still hold me,to build a home, a temple of passion where you come back every evening and cradle my heart, to search for daisies, sunflowers, asters, violets, lilacs, lavenders, chamomile and put them on my every scar and then a rose for when you bury me by kissing inside of my wrist. I feel safe, there's no pain, no needle in my body just safe ...

4:50 am

Healing what ?

it's my archives and those blurred photographs that draw me in to return to the path that I once abandoned

[northern-passage]

If the hunter wanted to have a spa day (WOULD the hunter want to have a spa day?? i feel like they Need one), which ROs would indulge with them and which couldn't hate anything more?

would pretend like they hate it but secretly enjoy it (also just really needed a massage and a nap): lea

spends the entire time in the mud bath flinging mud at people: merry

falls asleep in the sauna: noel

gets a herbal wrap and lays in bed like a burrito and enjoys every second of it: clementine

#i had to google spa treatments bc idk what they do there LOL #anyways. girls day out!!!! #i think all of them would enjoy the mud bath even with merry being obnoxious #lea would only get like. a low key massage and jsut sleep in the fancy bed the whole time #noel would fall asleep during every single treatment #but would be very excited about it all despite snoring in like .2 seconds #clementine is just having a fucking blast #merry is there LOL #ask #anonymous #oh i literally forgot to tag all of them #lea chen #merry harlowe #clementine #noel lykaon

[strawberrylemonz]

Masked Crowns

Part 16

Part 17 [CURRENT]

Part 18

@petrichormeraki @applepie1000 @artistconk @ivorylin @sydneys-sketches @snapdragonfirefly @bargledblocks

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“Theo, stop moving around! Clem, stop fucking around and quite biting my ankle! Hey, don’t use that tone with me, young lad- Clementine!”

Fundy appeared half dead as he laid on the couch, exhausted. He watched as both Theo and Clementine hounded Tommy, who was just trying to make adjustments to their formal wear. Groaning as he hoisted himself into a sitting position, Fundy rubbed his eyes as he addressed his uncle.

“Give it up, Tommy, they aren’t gonna sit still. Wilbur gave them candy this morning.”

“I know, Fundy. Jesus, what the fuck was Wil thinking?!”

“Look at the bright side, you were able to quickly make adjustments to the bot-boys.”

“Only because Grumbot and Jrumbot are saints. I swear, Grian is a better father than I am at times. Don’t fucking tell him I said that- Clementine! What the fuck?!”

Both Fundy and Tommy looked down to the two children, who both appeared to be offended. Clementine huffed as she stomped her kicking foot on the ground, her arms crossed as she glared at her father. Theo did his best to match his cousin’s level of intimidating energy, giving an annoyed looks at his father and great uncle.

“No!”

“No what?”

“Noooo!”

“Ender- Clem, I can’t understand what's wrong when you throw fits, okay? Take a deep breath, collect yourself, then tell me what’s wrong.”

“Hnnnn”

Tommy frowned as he stared at the younger girl, who seemed to grow more irritated by the second. He knew her, though, could read her body language perfectly. She wasn’t angry or irritated, she was hurt and upset. Kneeling down, he held his hands out to his daughter, who glared at them in fury. After realizing her father’s hands weren’t going to combust, she sighed as she placed her tiny hands in Tommy’s bigger ones. Slumping her shoulders in defeat, she frowned down at her feet. Giving a frown of his own, Tommy lowered his head to try and make eye contact with Clementine, to no avail.

“Hey, look at me. Please?”

He watched with slight appeasement as she tilted her head up, her eyes slowly meeting Tommy’s. He gave her a hesitant smile, gently rubbing her tiny hands in a comforting manner as he did so.

“What’s wrong, little moth?”

Clementine didn’t talk much, opting to use her growls and grunts to communicate. This, however, wasn’t a situation where that form of communication would help things run smoothly. Moving her eyes from her dad’s face down to their joined hands, she frowned as her bottom lip began to quiver.

“I’m bad.”

“...What?”

“No good. Bad. Not nice. Not calm.”

As he stared at the sad expression resting on the girl’s face, Tommy suddenly felt small once again. He felt the same way he did when his father complained about him, not realizing his youngest was listening. He remembered the self doubt he felt and the hurt in his chest when his dad would compare him to his older brothers. It had fucking hurt when he was a kid, and it still did. And now? Now he was doing the same to his daughter. He was the fucking worst.

“No-Clementine, that isn’t true. Fuck, I- That’s not what I- Listen-”

Tommy sat down completely as he leaned forward, peering into the sad eyes of his daughter. Fuck, who knew being a parent would hurt his heart so fucking much? He was in his fucking feels at the moment, and it was all because of the toddler that stood before him. He was so scared of hurting her, of giving her reasons to despise and disown him as her father. He had to fix this, he needed to.

“The day I found you, I felt a piece of me return. It’s okay that you’re not like your cousins. You know what? I’m glad you’re not like them. You’re you, and you are being the best you there is. You’re not bad, Clementine, you’re fucking lovely. Don’t ever doubt yourself, okay? You’re a fucking badass, a brilliant one, too. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to compare you to your cousins.”

The small smile that graced Clementine’s lips was enough to fill Tommy with relief. Pulling her into a hug, he smiled as he felt her cling onto his shirt for comfort. Looking to the side, he hummed as he motioned for his great nephew to join in on the hug. Theo, who was quietly watching it all, happily ran into the hug, pulling his father along with him. So much had happened in such little time that Tommy forgot that kids were easily overwhelmed. From discovering new family, the park’s opening, house renovations, and then personal schedules, it was too much for the two to handle. They got along and enjoyed their cousins, but Tommy and Fundy had forgotten that they needed more than just that. They needed reassurance that they were enough.

“Now, can you two please let Tommy make final adjustments to your outfits? We have a ball to attend to, after all.”

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Attending the ball was truly a blast from the past. Tommy snickered as Kristin gushed about the matching outfits her grandbabies and youngest son were wearing, alongside with her own. Most of the members from the Dream SMP just gawked in silence as Lani, who was matching with both Drista and Tubbo, twirled and bragged about how wonderful of a designer and tailor Tommy was.

“Tommy made those?”

“Yup! He sure did!”

“But they’re so...elegant.”

“Oi! Fuck you!”

Laughter erupted from the group as the music played in the background. As the group conversed among one another, pairs began to break off to dance.

“Pa!”

Tommy peered down at Clementine, who held her hands up expectedly. Letting out a laugh, he scooped her up into his arms, smiling as she giggled with every bounce her father caused with his laughter. She smiled brightly at him as he fixed the tiara on her head. She laid her head on his shoulder as he swayed along to the music, both content. After a moment, Tommy felt his daughter’s head lift from his shoulder.

“Cousins.”

He turned to follow her line of sight to see Theo, Grumbot and Jrumbot all waving at him, their suits and hair fixed appropriately for the occasion. Returning the wave, he smiled at his daughter, setting her down with a nod.

“Yeah, you four go dance and have fun. Be careful.”

He couldn’t help but smile as her curls bounced as she squealed in excitement. Giving Tommy a hug, she quickly grabbed a hold of her cousins and rushed to the dance floor, smiling as her cousins argued as to which pair should dance with who. As he watched his only child scurry away with her cousins, he couldn’t help but sigh. The feeling of a hand on his forearm caught his attention. Turning to the side, he saw Tubbo smile at him, Lani and Drista right behind him.

“C’mon, let’s go dance.”

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Tommy and Lani were doing their best to not disrupt their dancing with silent wheezes of laughter, they really were. It’s not their fault, everyone was making it so hard for them!

“It’s like he’s dancing with Mount Everest!”

“Holy shit, this is hilarious.”

The pair watched in amusement as Tubbo bossed an awkward, but happy, Ranboo around the dance floor. The height difference in itself was enough to make the sight laughable.

“Tommy, over there.”

Following Lani’s line of sight, Tommy damn near belted out laughter as a grumpy Drista was stuck paired with one of the park’s guests, who would not shut up about her relation to Dream.

“Poor girl, losing her sanity.”

“She’s about to break, it’s fucking hilarious. Should have given her a fork.”

“We’re here to dance, Tommy, not commit a felony.”

“Rich coming from a girl with multiple knife pockets installed into her dress.”

“You installed them!”

“You commissioned them!”

The two began to bicker like the besties they were as their friends and family danced around them. Phil and Kristin danced and twirled as they shared whispers to each other, their smiles brighter than ever. Wilbur and Techno were awkwardly dancing with one another, their empty insults to one another growing louder the longer the brothers were with each other. Grian was teaching Grumbot the proper way to waltz, Bad and Skeppy goofingly twirling around them. Clementine and Jrumbot happily danced off beat, no one even daring to teach them the proper moves. Quackity, Karl and Sapnap laughed as they spun around together, the three pulling George in from the sidelines. Just as Tommy was about to make a comment, a sharp elbow jabbed his side.

“Ow! Lani, what the fuc-”

“Shh! Look!”

“What are you-”

“Just look, it’s important!”

And important it was. There, standing at the food tables, was Fundy. He wasn’t alone, though, not at all. There, making the hybrid blush and stutter, stood a guy. Lani and Tommy exchanged knowingly looks, before dashing over to the nearest hiding spot.

“Move over!”

“No, you!”

“Shh, listen!”

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“Go away.”

Theo frowned as the words left his mouth. He crossed his arms as he glared up at the emotionless mask before him, the face behind it hidden well. That didn’t stop Theo from being able to read body language, and the vibes he was getting weren’t necessarily hostile, but they weren’t welcoming as well.

“I just wanted to get a good look at you, to know you. Makes sense, doesn’t it? You are my son after all.”

The word sounded so wrong coming out of the unseen mouth. Son. As far as Theo was concerned, Dream was no father to him. His only dad was Fundy, and Fundy was all he needed for a parent.

“Your crown looks very nice, did you design it yourself? And I like your suit. I noticed that it matches Fundy’s perfectly. In fact, both of your crowns match perfectly with one another.”

Theo wasn’t planning on responding to any of the comments, not that he’d have to try. Dream just didn’t seem to catch the child’s drift, continuing to talk despite the boy not responding. 

“You have my hair color, it looks good on you. You’re obviously a shapeshift, like Fundy. Have you tried shifting to your more humanoid form? Oh, your eyes. You have-”

“My eyes.”

He may have been young, but Theo wasn’t daft. He knew that Dream (he would not call him father) was the reason for him having to live in the burrows up until then. He didn’t know what all Dream did, but he knew that it was enough to make his papa and uncle Tommy hurt very badly. He wasn’t going to let Dream see him with his guard down, not around him. He just stood and glared at the older man, who seemed to not have taken a hint to the child’s body language. Theo just confidently stood his ground as he watched Dream kneel before him, reaching over to gently pat his head, not seeming to care about pushing the crown around. Theo was quick to catch his crown, which fell off his head the moment Dream pushed it off. Much to Theo’s relief, the unwelcomed form of affection didn’t last long.

“Ow!”

“Dickhead! Dickhead!”

Dream pulled his arm back as Theo hid a laugh behind his hand. Standing in confidence was Clementine, who had just bitten Dream’s hand. She just growled and hissed at Dream, taking a protective stance in front of Theo as Grumbot and Jrumbot stood by his side, ready to defend their cousin. Dream just rubbed his hand, before pointing at the emerald jewel dangling from the girl’s necklace.

“I only know one person with an emerald cut exactly like that. You must be Tommy’s brat. What did he name ya again? Clementine? Figured. I guess it’s true after all, trouble attracts trouble. Don’t tell me that you’re just as problematic as your dad-”

“Shut up!”

Theo huffed as he yelled at Dream, who wasn’t expecting such an outburst from the quiet child. Grumbot narrowed his eyes as the man, pulling Theo behind him as he did so. Jrumbot, on the other hand, just mocked the masked warrior.

“-meanie mask man!”

“Fine! We’ll talk once you’ve all calmed down. I’ll see you around, Theo.”

Dream let out an annoyed huff as he walked off, giving a half-wave to Theo. Once he was completely out of sight, Theo was mobbed by his concerned cousins, who were quick to assess him. Clementine began to sniff for any off scents while Jrumbot clung onto his arm, whines escaping his artificial mouth as his older brother inspected Theo. Whilst checking for any possible injuries, Grumbot began to question the younger boy.

“Were you hurt?”

“No.”

“Did he threaten you?”

“Nuh uh.”

“Well, is he as big of a jerk as Uncle Tommy said he was?”

Theo blinked a few times before laughing, causing the worried faces of his cousins to morph into confusion. After a moment, an amused look graced Grumbot’s features. Clementine and Jrumbot only continued to watch in confusion. Finally calming down, Theo responded with a nod.

“Yeah, he is. He tried acting like he was my dad.”

“We should tell your dad.”

“Are you kidding me?! He’s talking to a potential dad! Let’s just go bother Uncle Tommy.”

“No! Spy. Uncle Grian!”

“I’m sure dad won’t mind us bothering him. Let’s get going.”

Making sure they all had their belongings, the four children scurried off towards Grian. As they happily spoke with the father of the bot boys, Theo felt a chill down his spine. Turning around to peer behind him, he noticed a familiar white mask. If he clung onto his uncle a bit tighter than usual, Grian didn’t mention.

:)

#memories in the stars #memories in the stars au #fwt fankid #fwt fankid theo #hermit!Tommy fankid #hermit!tommy fankid clem #dadinnit au #sbi is a family pog #hermit!fundy #hermit!Kristin #hermit!tommy au

[greywindys]

Why are people blaming Damon? aJKDslal Because he’s been the most visible member of the Gorillaz pushing for faster song releases, therefore requiring them to make more money?

And yeah, Gorillaz has been fucking up for a while, since before the BLM thing and Kevin Bishop tbh. Not to call them out, but yeah, I’m going to call them out. They’ve been incredibly unprofessional since their return, and possibly before that - dumping Noodle’s original VA without telling her, used GTA footage without asking, the Benjamin Clementine thing (more Gorillaz that PR, but still something idt they ever addressed), g shock deal, Levi’s deal, can’t deliver their merch on time, and when they do, it’s often damaged...a lot of things I can’t remember off the top of my head, but there’s a lot. Yesterday was probably the worst since their fanbase’s ire for NFT is so obvious and should have been a no-brainer to at least and see how NFTs settle into the industry before participating. They got rightfully put on blast. Basically, they canceled themselves (at least for a day lol).

But idk, maybe it’s time that we consider the possibility that this is how Damon and Jamie are and have always been. Maybe they do know what’s going on and this is still what they want to do. I don’t list all their missteps to say no one can like them anymore. I list them to emphasize that possibility. Maybe they’re just as much a profit-focused brand as everything else. It’s hard not to be in the entertainment industry when you want to make movies and music videos on the scale that they do. You can only say “well, maybe Jamon didn’t know!” or “they have no control, it’s not their fault!!1″ for so long. It’s their project and they’re credited as the creators of Gorillaz, so yes, they’re going to share responsibility for how the band comes across regardless. If they don’t like how it’s looking, then maybe they should take back some more control....Or, like I said earlier, maybe they’re just Like That. We should probably start preparing ourselves for how we’ll process various possibilities.

#replies #gorillaz

[ericsonclan]

Love and Lingerie 2: Body Boogaloo

Summary: Louis and Violet and Clementine and Prisha both plan early Valentine's Day surprises for their special someones.

Word count: 4701

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“Have all the ketchup bottles at the booths been refilled?” Violet looked up from her checklist at Brody, one of her head waitresses.

“They were on Tuesday. I can check again on Friday, be all stocked up for the weekend rush,”

“Good and what about napkins? Did that shipment come in that we’ve been expecting?”

Brody’s nose wrinkled as she tried to remember. “I think Ruby mentioned something to me about that. She said the delivery guy came to the back door for some reason so Omar signed for the boxes and put them aside somewhere but not the kitchen…”

“Maybe the break room?” Violet paused before they walked past it and opened the door. Some sort of music was blaring inside but it was too early for the wait staff to be here. Maybe an employee had left it on overnight? As Violet pushed open the door her jaw dropped. She hadn’t been sure what she was expecting but it certainly wasn’t that.

Body blasted from a boombox as Louis twerked vigorously in front of the mirror. His butt faced the mirror but Louis was also looking back to observe his form so he didn’t notice he had company. A fluffy white bunny tail pinned to the back of his jeans bounced wildly with each twerk.

“Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody…”

Both girls stared in befuddlement before Violet put an end to things. “Louis! What the fuck are you doing?”

Though Violet’s voice barely registered over the music Louis froze at the sound of it. Immediately he crouched down to turn off the boombox then smiled awkwardly at the girls, his hands cupping his butt as though to hide the furry tail. “Vi! Brody! I wasn’t expecting anyone to be in this early!”

“It’s Thursday. We always do inventory on Thursdays,”

“Right! It wasn’t my turn so it totally slipped my mind,” Louis let out a nervous giggle, his hands still hidden behind him.

Silently, Brody took the clipboard from Violet. “I’m actually gonna go check those ketchup bottles now. See you later Vi, Louis,” With that she snuck out of the room before she could get any further entangled in whatever craziness was going on.

Violet sighed and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. “You can stop cupping your ass, we both saw the tail,”

“Oh,” Louis let his hands fall to his sides. Angling his butt, he gave it another small wiggle. “How did it look? The tail I mean. Was it bouncing enough?”

“You’ll have to ask someone else; I already erased the image from my memory. Why don’t you go twerk for Clem and ask her?”

Louis looked down at the floor silently. It took Violet a minute to put the pieces together.

“Oh, the dance is for Clem huh?”

“Yeah,” Louis tugged on one of his dreads, still flustered for a moment before his composure came back. “It’s part of a Valentine’s surprise I have planned for her. I’ve gotta get my dance moves down pat,”

“Valentine’s Day isn’t for another month,”

“Yeah, but Clementine would expect me to do something big on Valentine’s Day. What she won’t expect is for me to pull out a duo song and dance number for her two weeks beforehand!”

Violet quirked an eyebrow. “Duo? Your gift is making Clem twerk with you?”

“Not Clem, my best friend!” Louis flashed a brilliant smile at Violet that had her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. Oh no. Maybe if she played dumb, she could wriggle her way out of this.

“Marlon will be thrilled,”

“No, not Marlon, you!” Louis scampered over to his locker and flung open the door. “Look, I already ordered our costumes!”

It was just as bad as she feared. Two black bunny pinup style outfits were draped elegantly in Louis’ locker, one large and one small. They were accompanied by black pumps and finished off with lace bunny ears.

“I’m out,” Violet turned to leave the room but Louis quickly rushed over and blocked her escape, arms spread wide.

“Vi, wait! I thought this could be something fun we did together, you know, like last year with the lingerie. You remember how excited Prisha was when you showed her the big reveal? Imagine how flustered she’ll get seeing you dressed as an adorable bunny girl!”

Violet did remember the night she surprised Prisha with the first lingerie she’d ever gotten up the nerve to wear. It had elicited quite a reaction from her girlfriend. Violet could feel her cheeks heating up just remembering that night.

“Pleeeeeease, Vi,” Louis begged, his hands clasped before him. “This is our special tradition now to team up on Valentine’s Day! Besides, the outfits took a whole month to get here. There’s no way I could order one for Marlon in time,”

“…Fine. But I’m just wearing the outfit, NOT twerking!”

“Yay!!!” Louis took Violet up in his arms and swung her round excitedly. “This is gonna be the best early Valentine’s surprise ever!”

“An early Valentine’s surprise?” Clementine listened with interest. She and Prisha were in the midst of restocking the booze behind the bar before Ericson’s opened.

“That’s right,” Prisha looked around to make sure there was no one else in earshot then continued, her voice low. “I figured since last Valentine’s was such a wonderful success, we could team up again. But Violet and Louis would expect something on Valentine’s Day. What they won’t expect is a romantic surprise a full two weeks beforehand!”

“Alright, I’m sold. What do you have in mind?”

“Well,” Prisha paused as she bent down to remove more bottles of liquor from the box. “Have you ever watched an anime called Ouran High School Host Club?”

“Of course. Louis and I watch it religiously at least once a month,”

“Wonderful, then you have my basic premise in mind. I was watching the first episode with Violet while she did my hair the other night and that’s when it struck me: If Haruhi Fujioka can make girls swoon over tea while wearing a stylish uniform then why can’t I? In our case though I’m thinking tuxedos. I already found a rental place that has quite affordable prices on their tuxes, especially considering we’ll be renting just outside the window of peak season when the prices go up,”

“This is gonna be great,” Clementine grinned, getting on her tiptoes to place a bottle on a high shelf before settling for one of the lower ones instead. “Louis and Vi aren’t gonna know what hit them,”

“Oooh, I’m so excited!” Prisha clapped excitedly. “Now let’s compare schedules. We’ll need to meet a few times to brush up on proper tea etiquette and professional buttling,”

“Ah yes, things I have totally mastered in the past,”

Prisha was too focused on combing through her planner to catch Clementine’s joking tone. “If you drop by on Thursday or Sunday mornings, Violet will be out of the apartment since her shift starts early,”

“Lemme check my shifts,” Clementine rummaged in her back pocket for her phone. The thought of pulling off another Valentine surprise had her brimming with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to see the look in Louis’ eyes when he saw her in a full-blown tux.

“Body” blasted throughout Louis’ apartment as he and Violet stood in front of the sound system in their bunny suits, shaking their hips to the beat. Louis bounced his head to the rhythm, humming along with ease while Violet tried her best to channel sexy while every cell in her body screamed that this had been a mistake. She’d only agreed to wear the bunny girl outfit but somewhere between Louis’ incessant begging and overblown promises of Prisha’s reaction to a dance number Violet had gotten suckered into performing the dance number. Now they were only a few days from the reveal; it was too late to back out.

Louis paused the music and did a quick stretch, angling his arms up to the sky. “Great warmup! Now for the actual routine. I think we’ve gotten the twerking down as well as we’re going to so now it’ time to move on to… hand motions!” He flung his arms out, doing jazz hands.

Violet groaned. “There’s no way I’m getting hand motions down. I’m barely twerking; I’m just wobbling my knees like you told me to,”

Louis placed his hand on Violet’s shoulder, looking deeply into her eyes. “In your heart you’re twerking. That’s all that matters,”

Violet rolled her eyes. It was bullshit but there was no point arguing. She knew Prisha would be overjoyed she tried. And Clem would be decent enough not to tell another soul this ever happened and keep Louis from posting any footage online. “Whatever. Just show me the moves,”

Louis beamed. “They’re easy!” Hurrying over to his sound system, he turned it back on.

“Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist..”

Louis twirled his hands round his head for “crazy”, bopping it back and forth before making an hourglass shape with his hands for “curvy”. He then placed his hands of either side of his chest for the “titties” line then ended with his hands on his hips for “lil waist”. Pausing the music again, he looked over at Violet for confirmation. “See? Easy!”

“No fucking way,”

“What? Why?”

“I am not pushing my boobs up with my hands in front of Prisha. That’s humiliating,”

“No, it’s sexy! C’mon, Vi, it’s only for a split second,” Louis whined, making his best puppy dog face. “I’ll buy you chicken nuggets every day for a month!”

“You’d do that if I just asked you to,”

“You’re right. But that just proves what a good friend I am. So as your very very very good friend will you pretty pleeeease do the dance with me? Just give it a try!”

Part of Violet was internally screaming at the thought of going through with this but another part of her knew that Prisha would love this dance no matter what. Nobody was going to laugh or humiliate her if she wasn’t any good at dancing. She just had to get out of her own head. Wordlessly she walked over to turn the music back on then faced Louis, mimicking his motions as the song continued.

“That’s it, Vi!” Louis cheered, twerking effortlessly while hitting the moves on each beat. “Just you wait, we’re gonna blow Clem and Prisha’s minds with these moves!”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Clementine grinned as she admired her reflection in the silver platter Prisha had brought for their tea party rehearsal. She looked great in a tux. “Louis is gonna freak out so hard when he sees this outfit he’s gonna puke!”

“I’m going to puke because of these damn napkins!” Prisha growled. She pawed violently at the napkin for another moment before viciously flinging it at the wall, her chest heaving. “Everything about this table setting is a shambles! I can’t get anything right!”

Clem eyed the table setting; it looked fine to her, but she knew that wouldn’t mean much to Prisha. Setting the platter silently upon the table, Clementine moved to stand beside her friend. “You know, it’s not perfection that Violet cares about. She’ll just be glad to see how much you care,”

“But Violet deserves perfection. She asks so little from me and for once I wanted to give her something truly excellent but now…” Prisha gestured toward the crumpled napkin in defeat.

Walking over to the napkin, Clementine picked it up, smoothed out the wrinkles as best she could and laid it beside the table setting before turning back to Prisha. Reaching up, she gently adjusted her tie. “Listen: Violet loves you, just as you are. To her, you’re perfect. And when she sees you in this smoking hot tux, the last thing on her mind will be how meticulously the napkins are folded. Honestly, knowing Violet, she probably won’t look at them at all. So, let’s just take a breath,” Clementine breathed in deeply, making sure Prisha was following along.

Reluctantly Prisha followed suit. Closing her eyes, she took one long, deep breath then another. When she opened her eyes again, she couldn’t help mirroring the warm smile on Clementine’s face. “You’re right, Violet won’t care about the napkins. I will, but that’s beside the point. This day is about her, and what will make her happy is me lavishing all my love and affection upon her, not proper table etiquette,”

“Exactly. Now, to get your mind off tableware for a second, let’s focus on what we’ll do when they walk in,” Clementine strode to the door, pantomiming her thoughts. “I’m thinking as soon as Louis is done gaping at the whole setup, I’ll dip him real low and give him a kiss that will force his soul right out of his body. You can do the same to Vi but dip her in the opposite direction. Let’s run through it a couple times to get our timing right,”

It was a wild suggestion, but Prisha certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea of passionately kissing Violet, so she joined Clementine by the door, eager to practice her dip.

“OK, you ready, Vi?” Louis strode out into the living room of his apartment in his bunny suit. He glanced behind him to make sure the bunny tail was safely pinned to the costume and gave it an experimental wiggle.

Violet had used Louis’ bathroom to change into her bunny suit and was now sitting upon his sofa, worriedly tugging at the front of her costume. It showed way more cleavage than she would ever show on a normal day. Then again, she never wore anything that showed her cleavage to begin with so maybe she was just being paranoid. The black heels she was wearing pinched her toes but there was nothing she could do about that either. Letting her hands drop to her sides with an exasperated sigh, Violet rose to her feet. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,”

“Awwww, you look so cute! Louis cooed, finally looking up from his tail inspection to admire his friend. Instinctively he reached for his phone to get a picture then remembered the bunny suit had no pockets. Damnit. Oh well, Clem and Prisha were sure to get some good shots. Strolling over to his coat rack, Louis covered up with his overcoat before handing Violet hers. He paused when Violet let out a snort. “What?”

“You look like a flasher in that,”

“What?” Louis gave himself the onceover and realized with dismay that she was right. A girl with bare legs in an overcoat looked like, well, just a regular pretty girl, but a man who appeared to have nothing on but an overcoat and boots… this was bad. Louis felt his heart sinking before an idea suddenly flashed through his mind. Immediately he threw off his coat and ran toward his room. “Give me two- no, five minutes!” With that he slammed the door behind him.

Violet was left to silently wait on the couch once more. She pulled out her phone with a sigh.

“Hey, Vi?” Louis muffled voice came through the door as sounds of tumbling boxes came from the room.

“Yeah?”

“Did you send the message to Prisha and Clem to meet is in the break room at Ericson’s?”

Shit, she’d forgot. “I will right now!” Violet opened up her messages and realized Prisha had texted her just a few minutes ago. Opening it, Violet read the message with a groan. “Bad news. Prisha just messaged me; a pipe at the restaurant burst. She’s there with Clem. We should go check out the damage,”

“What were she and Clementine doing at the restaurant? Weren’t they out getting massages? Ow!” Muffled curses could be heard through the door as Louis tried to hurry.

“She said Clem forgot something at work and they were dropping by on their way home when they saw the water. They’re trying to get the water turned off now. They reached out to Mitch but he’s not answering. Probably busy on a date with Brody,”

“Damnit, and after we worked so hard on this,” Louis sighed, opening the bedroom door. He was now wearing a set of fishnets and black pumps. “Well, it’ll ruin the surprise but maybe afterwards we can still do the dance. Here, you can use Clem’s spare pair,”

“Seriously? Lou, we’ve got to go!”

“Not till we’re matching! I can’t go out there bare legged so neither can you,”

Violet rolled her eyes but grabbed the fishnets. Better to go along with this than waste more time arguing. This time she used the bedroom to change while Louis waited in the living room, examining his reflection in the hallway mirror.

“Y’know, we spent so much time figuring out the dance for the routine I completely let the aesthetic slip by. I can’t believe I didn’t think of fishnets before! Y’know, maybe I should try out a bit of a smokey eye. I could do your makeup too-”

“Louis, there is a pipe that has burst inside our restaurant and probably done thousands of dollars of damage already. We need to move!”

“Alright, just some quick eyeliner then-”

“Louis!”

“Did they take the bait?” Clementine looked up from adjusting the mini sandwiches on the tiered tea tray for the fiftieth time to see Prisha still nervously pacing back and forth, waiting for a text back. Clementine had forbidden her from messing with the table settings any more to avoid driving both of them insane but now the anxiety of waiting was getting to them both. Clementine absent-mindedly refolded a napkin before realizing what she was doing and quickly setting it aside. Everything was perfect, they just needed Violet and Louis to fall for the plan.

“No, nothing. Violet never takes more than a few minutes to answer my texts. What could be keeping her?” Prisha paced faster, her eyes locked on the grey carpeting she tread upon. “You don’t think something happened, do you? What if she forgot her phone charger at home? What if something happened to her? What if-”

“Prisha, nothing’s gone wrong. Vi’s at me and Louis’ apartment and both of them are waiting for us to come home from our massages with takeout for our double date just like we said we would. Any minute now Violet will see the text and-”

“She texted back!” Prisha immediately opened the text and read it. Her shoulders sagged in relief a moment later. “They’re both on their way. They just headed out,”

“See? It’s just like I said. Now come take a seat with me and we’ll nibble on some of the emergency sandwiches while we wait,” Clementine pulled an extra tray of sandwiches out from under the table and popped a cucumber sandwich in her mouth.

Prisha quirked a brow. “But those are the emergency sandwiches,”

“And, just like I predicted, no emergency happened. The first wave of sandwiches look perfect,” Clementine gestured to the tiered tea tray where the sandwiches were artistically and generously stacked. “We can each indulge in a sandwich or two while we wait. It’s all smooth sailing from here,” With that Clementine popped another sandwich in her mouth and pulled out her phone, chewing contentedly as she scrolled.

Prisha sighed and sat down beside Clementine, hesitantly taking a sandwich of her own and being careful not to get any crumbs on the rental tux. Clem was right. Violet and Louis were on their way. All that was left to do was wait.

As Louis’ car pulled into the Ericson’s Diner parking lot he leaned toward Violet, speaking in a low, conspiratorial tone. “OK, here’s the plan. Before we meet up with Prisha and Clem, I stash the boom box in the break room. Then we both keep our coats on the entire time till the leak is fixed and we do the dance number afterwards. Easy peasy!”

“What’ll we say to Prisha and Clem about the coats?” Violet countered.

“We’ll just tell them we’re extra cold. Everybody already knows how sensitive I am to the cold,”

Vi shook her head. “It’ll never work.”

“The other option is to deal with the burst pipe in our bunny suits,”

“Damnit,” She should’ve thought to change before they headed out. Everything was going wrong today. With a resigned sigh, Violet nodded. “Fine, we’ll go with your plan,”

“Awesome!” With that Louis excitedly jumped out of the car. His thoughts were clearly still centered round the surprise. The pipe leak was simply a minor inconvenience in his ultimate path toward the surprise. As they approached the back door Louis spoke again, his voice still low. “They’ll be expecting us through the front, so we’ve got to be real quiet dropping the boom box off then we’ll double back to the front,”

“This whole plan is a fucking nightmare,” Violet growled.

“C’mon, Vi. It’s just a teensy-weensy exploded pipe to deal with. Then we can get to the real fun!”

Their steps were muted as they snuck through the kitchen and toward the break room. The lights inside were on; someone must have forgotten to turn them off before closing last night. While Louis held the boom box to his chest, Violet slowly turned the doorknob.

Prisha and Clementine burst up from their chairs at the sight of the turning doorknob. The moment was here. Hurriedly sliding the chairs back in place, they each struck a dashing pose. As soon as the door opened, they burst out in unison. “Surprise!!!”

Louis screamed and Violet jumped at the sound, frantically clutching her heart. The pair stared at their girlfriends in stupefied silence while Prisha and Clementine held forced grins, both of them rethinking the cheer but unable to take it back.

A moment later, realization dawned in Louis’ eyes. “Wait, is this a party?” He grinned before his brows knit together in confusion. “But what about the broken pipe?”

“There was never a broken pipe, dumbass,” Violet answered. “It was all a cover to get us here,” Her eyes traversed the table, taking in the fancy spread of teakettles, sandwiches, cookies and an artistically stack of chicken nuggets upon Prisha’s finest china. “Shit, you guys really pulled out all the stops. It looks amazing,” As her gaze came to rest on Prisha, Violet could feel her cheeks heating up slightly. Prisha looked so suave in a tux.

Prisha beamed at the praise. “I’m so glad you like it! We worked tirelessly to make sure everything came out just right! I had so many internal debates with myself over the napkins and the linen, not to mention the silverware-”

“What’s with the fishnets, Lou?” Clementine interrupted. “Not that I mind, but…” Her eyes drifted from admiring Louis’ legs to Violet’s for a moment, noticing that they matched. “Wait a minute…”

“Surprise!!!” Louis shouted, throwing off his coat dramatically and tossing it to the side. He looked over at Vi expectantly only to see that hers was still on. “Vi, you gotta do it too,”

“Suuuurprise…” Violet slowly wriggled out of her jacket and dropped it on the floor. Her cheeks burned and her gaze remained locked on the carpeting.

Prisha let out an audible gasp at the reveal. “Violet…” She took a hesitant step forward, but Louis quickly lifted his hand to stop her.

“Not yet, Prisha. There’s something we need to do first,” Leaning down, he turned on the boom box and dialed the sound up.

“Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody”

Louis and Violet stood with their backs to one another as they twerked to the music. Louis smiled brightly over at Violet, nodding in encouragement. Violet only looked up for a second before her gaze locked on to the floor again, too overwhelmed to look at Prisha’s face but too deep into the moment to stop. Meanwhile Prisha and Clementine were utterly speechless as they watched the dance unfold.

“Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist”

As the pair mirrored the moves, Louis looked over at Clementine to shoot her a playful wink. Clementine was biting her lip as she watched Louis dance with a sultry smile on her lips that caused his heart and his hands to skip a beat before he got his choreography back on track. Violet dared a glance up at Prisha to see how she was taking this only for their eyes to meet and both girls to look away instantly as their hearts pounded. Prisha’s eyes lifted a moment later though. She couldn’t miss a second of this.

“Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody…”

Louis gave his very best twerking as the song headed toward its conclusion. His heart was racing from exertion and elation, causing a heady high as he got lost in the moment. He could feel Clementine’s eyes on him and the weight of his fluffy bunny tail bouncing up and down as he continued. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Violet was giving it her all too. It was all so perfect. He couldn’t have imagined the surprise going better than this.

When the music stopped, all was silent except for Louis’ and Violet’s heavy breathing. Clementine and Prisha were silent, seeming almost unaware that the performance had ended. But a moment later they turned toward each other, sharing a significant look. Without a word they strode forward, took their partners in their arms, and dipped them before closing in for a passionate kiss.

Violet let out a little squeak when Prisha dipped her but immediately melted into the kiss. Louis was similarly shocked, his body tensing up for a moment before he gave in to the passion of the moment, his hand drifting up Clementine’s back as the kiss continued. At last, the couples pulled apart and Violet and Louis were lifted to their feet.

Prisha shook her head slowly. “I feel at a loss for words. That dance… Violet, you looked…” she blushed and fell silent, gently taking Violet’s hand to hold in her own.

“You looked super sexy,” Clementine grinned up at Louis, her smile growing when she saw the effect her praise had on him. Louis shyly brushed his dreads out of his face, clearly flustered.

“Really? I was worried it was cringe, but the fact that Vi was willing to go along with it-”

“Oh, it’s cringe,” Violet interrupted.

“No, it was marvelous!” Prisha cut in, having finally found her voice. “Violet, I insist that you and Louis perform that number one more time. I need to record it,”

“You didn’t get any footage?” Louis’ face fell at the news.

“You took us by surprise! I had no idea I was supposed to be filming!”

“Guys, guys,” Clementine stepped in between the pair and gestured toward the table. “I think we can all agree we want the dance to happen again,”

“I don’t know-” Violet began, only to have Clementine go right on speaking.

“BUT, first let’s dig into the wonderful treats that Prisha and I spent so much time preparing,”

They could all agree on that. Taking seats side by side, the couples sat down to enjoy the resplendent tea party. They all chatted happily about the double whammy of surprises they’d coincidentally set up with Prisha and Louis going on and on about their respective plans while Clementine and Violet chimed in from time to time. Violet happily munched away at the cookies and nuggets, occasionally getting up the nerve to compliment how pretty Prisha looked which would send her girlfriend into a flustered spiral while Clementine’s occasional playful tweaks of Louis’ bunny tail had him choking on his tea more than once.

It was an early Valentines surprise they all agreed they’d remember and reminisce about for years to come. And in the back of their minds, all four held the same thought: “I wonder what next year’s surprise will be…”

#twdg #twdg clouis #twdg privet #twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg prisha #twdg violet #fanfic #ericsons diner au

[tilldeaths]

is

hey guys just had a fucking brain blast

I’ve been searching for a mr darcy but I think I HAVE a mr darcy right here

Clementine is fucking darcy!!! can’t communicate her feelings, extremely romantic on the dl, prone to doing things that are confusing to others, hot

#[ al pal time — out of character. ]

[deeahzee]

Chance of a Lifetime

Pairing: Lee/Carley

Summary: Weeks after a traumatic foster home experience, Clementine is called and is told a couple is interested in fostering her. Could this be her chance for a home?

A/N: NEW AU NEW AU, i’ve had this one planned for ages and i’ve finally completed the first part!!!! i hope you enjoy :,D btw this is a foster au, just in case ur curious. on my ao3 i have a better au description on the series so if you wanna check that out you can :<

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They were fighting again. Downstairs.

Clementine could hear them through the floors. It sounded heated, as they usually were. Clem could’ve sworn something made out of glass was chucked across the room. She could hear it, shattering in an instant and swearing filling in afterward. She just wanted to sleep. That was her only wish.

Living with the Petersons was rough. One of the roughest foster homes Clementine has ever been in. They were found commonly strict and rude during the day, and brutal and violent during the night. Forced to work around the house Clementine got little to no time to herself, and by nighttime she could barely sleep due to the shouts and sometimes even screams blasting for the floor below her provided bedroom. She snuggles up tight into her blanket. The fighting was just growing worse.

Cursing. That’s all she could hear. Shit and fuck and dumb ass bitch. Common language spoken around the house. Never directly to Clementine, thank god, but to the adults it was daily. Dishes weren’t cleaned properly? You were called a whore. Laundry folded wrong? Useless piece of shit you were named. Every single day Clementine was shocked as to how these people were willing to try and adopt a child. A child that would most likely be living in a living hell, exactly like Clementine was doing.

A scream of agony erupted from below. That was a sound Clementine never heard before, and it had escaped from the man of the household’s lips, who usually treated everyone like they were pure nothing. Bits of silence passed before frantic apologies were spoken, and then a shout. A bang. Then nothing. The brunette had never been so scared. Her knuckles had turned white due to how tightly she grasped her blanket. Quietly she rose from her twin bed, blanket still in her grip, and tiptoed to the door of her bedroom. Her hand was shaking madly when she reached out to the doorknob and turned it to open the door.

The lightbulb from downstairs was flickering slightly, as if Clementine had just entered a horror movie. Blanket draped along her shoulders she ventured forward and descended the stairs, using baby steps the whole way down since she was so frightened, plus she didn’t want to draw unwanted attention to herself.

Finally she reached the main floor to the two story home and saw the light was still flickering. It looked to be coming from the kitchen, and silence still hung fresh in the air. It was almost unbearable. Taking tiny steps Clementine walked closer and closer, and eventually found herself standing at the door frame that separated the hall and the kitchen. Instantly her eyes widened in horror at the sight her innocent vision was forced to consume.

There on the tiled floor laid Mr. And Mrs. Peterson, both having gashes upon their foreheads and blood trickling down their faces. Some of it even got into their hung open mouths. Clementine screams. Louder than she's ever screamed. She feels her voice crack. She couldn’t bear to state at the sight, yet she found her eyes unable to peel away. Were they dead…? She couldn’t tell. She was frozen on the spot.

It had been at least four hours later when an ambulance and foster care arrived at the house. Immediately the two Petersons were driven to a hospital and Clementine was heading back to square one. Foster care. No matter what happened she always returned back. Always ended up in the same bedroom she was supposed to share with others, but always found her having it to herself.

All the other kids turned up being fostered for a long time, some even getting adopted. So why wasn’t she? What was holding Clem back from finally receiving a home? She holds back from breaking down into ugly sobs in the car. Her hope was running low. It was draining day after day. Her dreams slowly crushing into bits and pieces. She’ll never have a home, and that’s what made Clementine broken.

Sixteen years. Sixteen dreading years Clementine has jumped from foster home to foster home. And not a single one considered adopting the brunette. She was only a baby when her parents died, the foster care adults saying it was from some horrifying car accident. She didn’t want to believe it at first, but slowly as the years went on and on she accepted it. The fate her parents had to face and she didn’t.

One hundred fifty five. That was how many foster homes Clementine had been to. One hundred fifty five times she had been rejected for adoption. One hundred fifty five times she was forced to live under such harsh and bizarre conditions. Each house she entered those conditions grew worse and worse the more homes she stepped into. One child, that was it. A small girl with nothing but a small sack of hope at her side. Was it really that hard to take care of her?

Physical and mental scars littered Clementine’s body and mind. Every home she’s been in holds a traumatic experience that glues itself to her and her mind. Abuse was something she experienced a lot, physical and verbal. So many words she’s been called, so many ways of pain she’s been through. Clem can’t even remember the last time someone said “I love you” to her.

Clementine spent a lot of her time hidden in her assigned bedroom at the foster care after the Petersons incident. She didn’t have the courage to go join the other kids as they happily played out in the courtyard of the building, their laughs echoing from outside and bouncing back and forth off the walls of the room. How could homeless kids like themselves be so happy?

Her fingertips swerved along a dragged scar that sat on her left arm while she sat curled up upon her bed. How she got it she remembers too well. So many scars and nightmare-like memories, yet so little happy moments. Was Clementine really that unlucky? Was she really a black cat stuck in this cruel, unkind world?

“Clementine dear?” She hears a woman speak her name. Ms. Summers she recalls her name being. She didn’t even spot her at the doorway, let alone hear the door open. “Can you grab your bag? A couple is here and is interested in fostering you.”

The brunette’s head perked up slightly to the news. A couple wanted to foster her? She hadn’t heard those words be spoken to her in weeks. “They want to… foster me?” She asked, her voice faint.

The blonde woman nods, pushing up her blue framed glasses. “Yep, would you like to meet them? They already signed the papers and everything and are waiting outside to take you to their home.”

Clementine gave the woman a simple nod, racing off her bed to obtain her bag. She didn’t have much to pack, really only packing a blue jacket a past family bought for her and a pillow the foster care was kind enough to provide to her. Zipping the purple backpack shut she slips the straps onto her shoulders and grasped them tightly as Ms. Summers led them down the halls of the building.

Specks of color from drawings made by children in and out of the foster care popping out from the walls on their sides. Staff members every now and then passed by the two, only making small talk. Every window they passed children were seen outside doing some sort of friendly activity, like playing tag or drawing on the sidewalks with pastel colored chalk. Clementine was quiet the entire walk. She was still letting the fact someone wanted to care for her sink in.

Soon the pair found themselves in the front parking lot of the building. It was rather empty for this time of day. Staff cars were mainly littered all across the lot. One car stuck out the most however, a shimmering silver one with pitch black tires that stood out along with the car color. It glistened in the beaming sunlight and sparkled the whole parking lot. A couple, a man and a woman, stood close to the vehicle, too deep in a conversation to notice the two exit the foster building.

First Clementine took her attention to the man. He was tall, a beard worn on his face while a simple blue flannel hugged his chest and had a darker blue jacket topped over it. There was a certain glint in his eyes that struck out to the brunette the most, one Clementine rarely saw when a man fostered her. Kindness. Love.

Clem’s attention then turned to the woman. She was much shorter than the man, her outfit more put together and elegant. A knee length magenta skirt wrapped around her legs with a plain white blouse complimented along with it along with a fuzzy looking brown coat. Her short hair was half clipped up, and she along with the man wore that same shine in her eyes. That same look Clementine rarely saw. Could this be it? Her chance for a home?

Ms. Summers cleared her throat, which caused the couple to pause in their conversation and turn their heads to see the pair. Instantly smiles grew on the couple’s faces.

“Hello Mr. Everett, Mrs. Everett,” The blonde began before she settled a hand onto the teen’s shoulder. “This is Clementine. Clementine, this is Mr. and Mrs. Everett.”

“A real pleasure,” The woman, Clem learning to be Mrs. Everett, spoke. “But please, you can call me Carley, and that’s Lee.”

“My apologies. Well, she’s all yours,” Ms. Summers beckoned Clem forward towards the couple before turning to look at her. “You positive you got everything sweetie?” Clementine gives her a short nod. “Very good. I hope you have a fantastic time dear. And who knows, maybe this one will be it,” The blonde pats the girl’s shoulder sweetly before giving out her goodbyes and trailing back into the foster building.

“Well, looks like it’s just us three against the world,” The man, Lee, finally spoke. “Well kiddo? Wanna head home?”

Mentioning that word sent an unfamiliar feeling throughout Clementine’s body. Home. That word was so important to her. Something she was desperate to have for years. “Home?”

“Yeah, you know, the place you’ll be staying at with us. The place you may live at the rest of your-”

“Lee,” Carley’s voice cuts the man off. “Let’s not jump too far ahead.”

Lee visibly rolls his eyes. “You never know Carls, you never know.”

“I think she clearly gets the idea, right Clementine?” The adults turned to the teen, who was briefly staring at them as they exchanged conversation. Seeing their attention was now on her made her panic slightly, simply shrugging as her answer. The couple shared frowns to the silent response from the brunette.

“I can tell from you both you don’t wanna stand around here anymore, so why don’t we head home?” Lee broke the sitting silence around the three of them. “We’re excited to show you where you’ll be staying.” The last part Clem figured was specifically for her.

Clementine nods to the idea, letting the couple lead her over to the car. Lee opened the door for her and she slipped inside easily, patiently waiting for the other two to get in before deciding to speak up and ask some questions burning in her mind.

“How far away is the house?”

“Not super far,” Carley answers her question. “Is that alright? Or do you wanna go the long way?”

“It’s okay,” Clem speaks softly. “I don’t like long drives anyway.”

“Good to know.” Lee speaks as he drives out of the parking lot and onto the road. Clementine watches buildings and nature fly past out the window. Silence came back upon the trio. It was unsettling at times, them all wishing there was something to break away the awkwardness.

Clementine took the opportunity to look around the inside of the vehicle. It was fairly tidy, especially for a car that was the model for a family. She half expected to see a snack bag of some kind tucked deep within the seats of the car. But alas, she found nothing. All that caught the brunette’s eye was a simple pink water bottle left in one of the car door cup holders on Clem’s side of the vehicle. It didn’t look like Carley’s, and it definitely didn’t look like Lee’s. Unless it was the man’s, Clementine wouldn’t judge. Her main guess was they had a daughter waiting for them back at the house.

“You alright Clem?”

A nickname being formed for her, and being used, caused Clementine to stiffen suddenly, tearing her gaze from the bottle of water to see Carley was looking back at her. Eyeing her sudden change of state caused the woman to frown. “Sorry, should I not use that nickname?”

Clem was fast to shake her head. “No… it’s okay. I just… no one’s ever called me that before.”

“Clem? Really?” Lee joined into the conversation, not removing his eyes from the road. “Figured that nickname would be common for you.”

“Nope, past homes have just called me Clementine.”

“Well we’d like to change that. If that’s alright with you?”

The brunette nods, which seemed to make the adults in front of her happy. Something about her name having a nickname… she liked it. She felt like she was a kid that belonged. A kid that might possibly have a chance at receiving a home.

“Lee, I love you very dearly,” Carley suddenly spoke, her voice tickling with a hint of anger. Such a tone caused panic to fill in Clementine’s body. “But did you put deodorant on this morning?”

Lee audibly gasps from the driver’s seat before he lets out a small chuckle. “Of course I did! What, you saying I stink?”

“You smell like a fucking rotten egg sandwich made on a gloomy Monday morning!”

“Carley!”

Bickering. They were bickering, at least that’s what Clementine thought it was. She can visibly see they were joking, something she rarely saw couples who fostered her do. Such sight made the brunette let out small giggles.

“Clem, please tell me I don’t smell like a rotten egg sandwich.” Lee begged at the teen, which made her grin softly.

“I can’t smell you from back here, so I can’t say anything.”

“Ha! Girls win!” Carley cried out with a grin on her face as well. Her grin widened when she spotted Lee sticking his tongue out at the woman. Clementine couldn’t help but keep her grin present on her face. The fuzzy feeling continued to swim through her skin. She felt like she belonged, she had a family.

The rest of the car ride went by like a sunny summer day breeze, and soon Clementine found themselves entering a neighborhood, a neighborhood in which was gated shut by a large dark grey gate and had to have an ID out and ready in order to get in. Once past the gates the teen instantly began looking out the window and trying to guess in her mind where she would be staying.

House after house they passed, and the more houses they passed the larger they grew. Clementine’s eyes were at the edge of popping out of her sockets when Lee pulled up into the driveway of quite the house. The home looked as if it was transported from one of those Victorian styled murder mystery tales she read years and years ago. The cream colored bricks stood out along with the grey roof tiles, and Clementine half expected a butler of some sort to walk out and greet the three, but no one came out.

“Woah.” Was all that slipped out of the brunette’s lips. Carley and Lee smiled at the teen’s reaction.

“You like it?”

“It’s so… big.”

“Yeah, that’s our house,” Lee stopped the engine and swiftly took the car key out of the ignition. “You ready to go inside?”

Clementine looked back and forth between the two adults before giving them a brief nod. Easily the three got out of the car, and Clem got a better look at the home. Rose bushes stood tall near the front door of the house, and a decently sized fountain ran smoothly upon the driveway. She felt so small compared to it.

“You have a fountain…?”

“Sure do, had it installed a few months after me and Lee bought the place,” Carley unzips her coat. They weren’t even inside yet and she was already getting settled back in. “Ready to head inside?”

The brunette spares a look at the couple before she averted her gaze over to the house before them. It was so large… so overwhelming. Clem was sure she’d get lost in it. But it was her home for who knows how long, and she was grateful for that. Taking in a deep breath she nods, grasping her backpack tightly while Lee and Carley led the way to the front door. Clementine was about to enter a world she had never entered before, and she wasn’t quite sure if she was ready for it.

#twdg #the walking dead game #twdg au #twdg foster au #twdg fanfiction #twdg clementine #twdg lee #twdg carley #twdg carlee #carlee #slight tw #strong language #graphic description (sorta) #foster care #foster family #foster home

[spencerwyatt]

STARTER FOR: @clementinewyatt​ WHEN: daytime, you know, in the light so she can see the disappointment. WHERE: jail, don’t ask don’t tell.

         When he’d gotten the call, Wyatt felt his blood stop still, his feet rooting in their place and his hand gripping the phone so tightly between white knuckles he was sure if he tried any harder, it’d break between his hand. Of course, he’d be the one to get the call. Is this Spencer Wyatt? The inevitable yes, only to be followed with the it’s about your sister, Clementine. He had wanted to say, say no more, but he knew he needed to listen, gage what happened. But what were they going to tell him that he wouldn’t force out of her in the car ride back to Jackson’s? A two way drive, one he took there alone, with the music blasting; drowning out his thoughts and the conversation that would need to be had, while the other - the one on the way home, he knew, would be dreadful with possible threats of someone jumping from the vehicle. It wasn’t how he wanted Tiny, his little sister, coming home. It just needed to be done. If he was bailing her out, he had a few stipulations. She comes home, she works at his bar. It was as easy as that.

        But it didn’t feel that easy when he pulled up to the jail where she’d been placed until she could be bailed. Instead, all Spencer felt was anger at the whole situation; not only at the fact that he was picking his little sister up, but the fact that it was him doing it and not their older brother, or their parents. A sad reality that hit him like a freight train every time he thought about it. Walking into the place, he held a plastic bag which contained comfortable clothing for her to change into. Wyatt knew what it was like to come out in clothes you slept in, angry at the world. He wondered if he’d see the same look in his sister's eyes that he once had. He’d known from one too many times of being thrown in the drunk tank, or being picked up and put in due to unnecessary fighting when in reality, he could have just done it with his father at the gym. He’d signed in, told them who he was, paid the bill, and waited for her to be released.

        When he finally saw her, three words spilled from his lips, “What the fuck?”

#i hOPE THIS IS OK BB #IT'S kinda rambly and it's me half asLEEP BUT I WANTED IT OUT THERE FOR U FUDHS #if its not ok pls let me know <3 #chat. clementine wyatt #chats.

[podcasts-good]

partizan 47 operation shackled sun act 3: the stories told about the things we do

finale, finale (sob)

god. motion just is fucking going. clone inside of a mech inside of a mech.

Pact and Glory are tapping out of the fight.

Austin: ... the Clem that wanted to take Fort Icebreaker.

THE BOMB POPPIES??? jesus, clementine on the throne, literally surrounded by mines.

OH, lmao, aw, Dre's dog.

clementine treating bismuth as a tool, explicitly and then Figure just destroying his mecha. also, Figure, using the Will of the Witch to explicitly go against what Clem wants.

Ali: Can I Have Some?

MILLIE. MILLIE. You’re going to what?

Keith: I'll also say, since we instituted the rule that you don't get kicked off the podcast for meta gaming...

Austin: Uh-huh.

Art: Wasn't "meta gaming." It was "expressing a desire for closure."

Austin: Not a rule. Still not a rule.

Art: I've read the operating agreement.

Austin: Oh my god.

god. SI COMMITTING TO DYING??

“I’m going to stay here with Millie.” God.

Art: It’s a very religious blast door.

MILLIE HEDGES AND STEPS THROUGH THE GATE. The true Divine. Steps into Motion’s head for a little.

Austin: Phrygian was [a tabletop game] briefly.

god. Thisbe is so hand in hand with violence for cool and doubt. BECOMING A ROTATING TURRET. Broune’s doing a lot of helping via piloting this round.

jesus, motion’s got that like star trek teleportation.

Thisbe vs. SI stuff is very interesting to me.

Ooh, now Kalar is dreamlike. OH, FULL FAILURE. JESUS. ho, i am worried about bird dad.

the Curtain Fray. Keith. GAb, huh.

THERE’S ALREADY SOME WOUNDS HERE, CAN I OPEN THEM UP WITH AESEPSIS?

the blue channel moving very slightly from the kickback of the t-shirt cannon.

oh god. NO ONE LIKES THIS! 

Girandolia huh.

SI has to get Millie home. SI has to get Mille home and he will die.

“What did the camera see coming that I didn’t?” You don’t see the rescue ship coming. Oh my god.

OH MY GOD.

Art (as Sovereign Immunity): We’re almost there. We’re almost there.

Sylvi (as Millie): We’re almost there.

I’ve just started breathing really hard and crying. Oh my god.

SI’s roll being Locked means so much.

Austin: It’s a 12, it went up.

Good lord. Kalmeria.

God, something about the two 2d6 rolls were Ali’s and Keith’s?

Kalar going from place to place, Phrygian leading military action, Bismuth in a cave, alone.

Millie... Millie...... STRAY DOGS. OF COURSE. I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT MILLE FILLING ICEBREAKER PRIME WITH DOGS.

Broun and Thisbe hanging out, the Blue Channel filling with plants.

Sovereign Immunity, dead.

Millenium Break, knows who they are, despite everything.

#Friends at the Table #Partizan #Partizan Spoilers #liveblog

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Jock/Nerd AU: Clem plans a date for her and Louis. Knowing he is a theater kid, she surprises him by taking him to see CATS. spoiler alert: worst date ever XD

oh my god

oh no

not- not Cats... not the movie adaption of the musical CATS.

Listen, I haven’t actually watched Cats. I have watched different reviews of it that included more than enough clips for me to get an idea of what a mess it is. 

But holy shit, imagining Clementine seeing the trailer for this terrifying movie and being like “Oh, based on a musical? Louis likes musicals... and even though this looks awful, maybe he’d like it?”

And when they pull up to the theater and Clementine finally tells him they’re seeing Cats, Louis just about dies. 

Worst date ever, though...? 

Y’know what, I don’t think so. I think they’d have a fucking blast cringing and laughing at this movie. Like, they’re in the back of the theater and Louis tries explaining the “plot” of Cats to Clementine while she watches in horror as cockroach children get eaten by Rebel Wilson. 

It’s a disaster but they totally had fun with it. 

I’m sorry, but this ask just tickles me. Something about clouis watching fucking CATS together makes me laugh. 

#asks #clouis night #twdg clouis #twdg clementine #twdg louis #as a former drama kid myself #i don't really care about cats haha #or understand it honestly hahaha #i mean it's a cat cult y'all #that's what i got

[saibh29]

Minor Head Trauma (part 4)

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Warnings: Swearing (my old friend), Drug... 

AN: I’m not a doctor, please don’t think my medical advice etc is in any way accurate. Also i’m not American and haven’t been to Chicago so I apologise if my geography or depiction isn’t right. 

When an old friend of Ethan Choi show’s up in Chicago ED she’s about to make life very uncomfortable for Will Halstead

Part One  Part Two  Part Three 

******

Whatever it was that Daniel had taken was vicious, the young boy suffered like hell coming through the withdrawal stage and at one point you’d seriously been convinced that he was going to vomit out his whole stomach.

He had come through it though and he was looking much better.

“You going to tell me what the hell made you inject yourself with that shit?”

“You going to stop yelling at me?”

“No”

Daniel wriggled uncomfortable in his bed. “I had no choice”

“You already said that part, why didn’t you have any choice?”

“They didn’t believe me…” he trailed off and his eyes shot to the entrance of the cubicle he was in. The ED wasn’t a private place and the people Daniel worked for weren’t big on their minions spilling their secrets, or not if those people wanted to keep living anyhow. “My loyalty was up for discussion”

Fuck. “Daniel, you were meant to come to me”

“I did”

“Before you were injected with who knows what”

“I fucked up” he rang his hands together going back to looking like a young boy. “Sorry, Y/N”

Getting up from the massively uncomfortable plastic ED chair you gave his shoulder a quick squeeze. “We’ll fix it” you smiled at him encouragingly, you had no idea how you were going to fix it, but, you would fix it the alternative just wasn’t worth thinking about. “You got somewhere to stay tonight?” when he didn’t answer you got your answer. “alright, I'm going to sort you a shelter. Just… just stay there alright?”

“Sure”

Leaving Daniel alone you shut the door of his cubicle behind you spotting Will over at the Doctor’s station scribbling on some paperwork. He waved you over when he saw you.

“I need you to sign these” spinning the forms around you quickly scanned the documents. Will really had put your name to all of the tests that Daniel had needed. It was a huge amount of trust he was putting in you, not to mention that what he was doing could essentially loose him his license.  

You scribbled your signature to the forms.

“Will” he looked at you. “Thank you. You’ve probably saved his life again with that”

Will was still staring at you carefully. “Just what unit of the military are you Y/N?”

One side of your mouth kicked up into a small smile. “Just thought about asking that have you? Sorry Dr Halstead but if I told you, well, I’d have to kill you” As you’d guessed that made Will smile and shake his head at you. Hell, if only he knew just how close to the truth that statement had been. “How long does Daniel have to stay? I need to sort him out a shelter for the night”

“A couple more hours. Just till that final fluid runs through”

“And you?”

“How long do I have to stay?” he clarified, continuing when you nodded. “I don’t, it’s not my shift. I'm only here for… for Daniel”

He’d been about to say something else just then, to say that he was here for someone other than Daniel. You both knew that; however, it was much easier to simply ignore the stutter before he’d settled on Daniel. What you could do though was be the one to extend an invitation this time.

“I don’t have to be back on the base either, want to grab a drink?”

“A drink?”

“Yeah, you know… normally alcohol of some sort. We’ll chat, maybe play pool where I’ll let you win to protect your manly sense of pride”

“What makes you think I need you to let me win?”

“Seriously Halstead? You spent how many years studying to be a Doctor? 7? It probably didn’t give you all that long to hang out in bars and play pool, I on the other hand have spent most of my time since I was 18 hanging out with a bunch of soldiers who have nothing but time on their hands. Not to mention the legal drinking age difference in our countries gives me a 3-year head start”

“You’re younger than me, cancels out the age difference”

“and the studying?”

“Maybe I was a bad student” Will leant over the desk putting his face close to your own. “Ever think of that?”

“That you’re bad?” biting your lip you let your eyes travel up and down the parts of his body that you could see, there were idea’s in his eyes that you’d love to take him up on. Maybe not on the reception desk of the Doctor’s station though. “I need to find a shelter for Daniel”

“I’ll start his discharge papers”

 ****

You’d dropped Daniel off at the shelter that had a bed closest to Chicago Med and then followed Will when he’d recommended a bar close to the hospital that a lot of the staff went to. You’d even let him buy you the first drink, after all, there was something to be said for letting a guy be a gentleman every now and again.

“You going to give me any hints?” Will asked when you’d both gotten a table near the back of the bar and he’d put your drink down in front of you.

“About what?”

“Honestly?” his eyebrow rose “you’re not going to try the dumb blonde card”

“Well Doctor Halstead, for one thing I'm not blonde, and another some of the smartest women I know are blonde”

“You’re changing the subject”

“Picked up on that did you?” when he didn’t answer just continued to stare at you. “Look… my job, my unit, it’s complicated and its secretive. Please don’t ask me questions that make me start having to lie to you”

“Honesty”

“Yeah, honesty. I might not be able to answer your questions but I promise I won’t lie to you”

“You can’t tell me about Daniel?”

You thought about it for a moment. How much could you tell him, without endangering everything that your squad had been working towards.

“I can tell you he’s important” you offered. “He’s helping us and that help, it’s invaluable”

“Then I guess it’s alright”

“I'm sorry”

“For what?”

“Everything, I guess. I’ve kind of blasted into your life and within a week of knowing me you’ve committed fraud and possibly done something that could get your license to practise revoked. It’s a record even for me”

“Y/N…” he trailed off and your stomach clenched.

For some reason you’d really wanted him to contradict you, to say that it didn’t matter. Realistically you guessed people didn’t just accept things like what you’d asked Will to do, not unless you were in some sort of cheesy rom-com film anyway.

“It’s alright Will. I don’t expect you to just….”

“I hadn’t finished” he interrupted, reaching over he took hold of your hand, slowly releasing the fist you hadn’t even realised you’d been making. “I'm alright with it”

“You’re alright with it?”

“Surprisingly, yeah… I am”

“I don’t know how you could be”

The pressure on your hand increased as he got up, pulling you up as well and then further so you were in fact pressed against him. “Why don’t you let me decide what I'm ok with?”

“But…”

His spare hand came up to cover your mouth “You can stop talking now” when you finally nodded, he removed his hand and leaning down with time this time for you to change your mind he pressed his lips to your own.

You let your fingers tangle in the hair at the back of his neck as you raised yourself up onto your tiptoes.

“Alright Doctor” you spoke against his lips. “I spy a pool table over there. Care to make this evening interesting?”

“Bring it on”

*****

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[clem-waters]

☆★ [ caitlin stasey + she / her + cisfemale ] ☆★ did you know that [ clementine waters ] has lived in erie for [ seven years ] now? the [ 32 ] year old [ journalist ] is known to be [ determined ], yet [ caustic ]. which is fitting considering they are a/an [ leo ]. whenever they pass by on the street, i can hear [ saw you in a dream by the japanese house ] blasting through their headphones. they remind me of [ messy handwriting, cigarette butts stained with lipstick, muddy boots ], and it really wouldn’t be erie without them!

born and raised in toronto

A Grumpy Gay™️

too smart for her own good and nosey as fuck. she was meant to be a journalist tbh.

tried applying for big newspapers but only managed a lifestyle magazine and some freelance gigs.

moved to the us with her longtime girlfriend. eventually, she ended up in erie for a holiday with her gf’s family at the time and saw an opening at the town’s local newspaper. she applied for the job without thinking about what would happen if she got it, and when she did, her gf got pissed and left her there (they were already having ~Relationship Troubles as it were).

she’s been living in town for 7 years and is up in everyone’s business all the time it’s ANNOYING

she’s friendly enough with the townsfolk, but mostly bc she’s always trying to get a story out of them; she couldn’t rly care less otherwise.

somehow a mix between gina and rosa from b99 sprinkled with a little shiv roy from succession.

leo sun, scorpio moon, capricorn rising.....it hurts to say it but there u go.

is like 2 rejected stories away from being a conspiracy theorist JUST WATCH HER

this will probably be updated as we go along but she’s rly just a clean slate as of right now hence why this is so.......bleh so hopefully we can plot some fun stuff to fill this page to the prim idk POINT IS miss clementine waters is here at your plotting disposal!

#erie:intro

[rascet]

Duuude not an art request but imagine Mitch as a rockstar and clementine as a mainstream pop singer and they constantly get in Twitter battles making fun of the other's music but then they become a thing. What is becoming of me lolaidkevdjan

You know what? Me and my friend were discussing ideas for this AU for the whole day!! And even if it’s not an art request, i sketched something for this.

(i’m sossoso sorry for my POOR english, ehhhh)

So i can give you the headcanons we have created for this!

•  There’re two famous bands.

•  Rock band full of guys and Pop band full of girls.

•  They hate each other for their music.

•  Guys’ band consists of:  - Marlon: vocal and supporting guitar. - Aasim: producer. - Louis: el.piano. - Mitch: solo guitar + back/extreme vocal. - James: bass guitar. - Willy: drums.

•  Girls: - Clem: vocal + supporting guitar. - Brody: solo guitar. - Minnie: drums. - Violet: bass guitar. - Ruby: producer. - Sophie: el.piano. (not really sure about them, tbh)

•  Mitch is famous for his charisma. And also for his special performance.

•  Mitch’s performance: he puts a little explosive into his guitar to break it in the end of concert more showily.

•  He hates Clem after the debates on Twitter.

•  Once she said that his “explosive show” isn’t as performanced as it used to be and Mitch felt offended.

•  On the next concert he put even MORE explosive.

•  Well. The explosion was really huge and its blast even hurted Marlon, so he fell in coma after that. And Mitch deafed for like a week. 

•  It caused a lot of problems. And was bad for their famous.

•  Mitch was worried about it more than everyone else. 

•  When Marlon was brought into the hospital, Mitch was there with his deafness, too. 

•  Clem came there, too. With Brody. She was the only one who knows that Brody and Marlon was dating, so she brought her there without saying anything to anyone.

•  And Clem saw Mitch there.

•  She remembered all those tweets he was sending to her. She broke out on him, she spoke out everything she was thinking about it. And got even more angry because she didn’t get any reaction and just left.

•  But Mitch was like “huh?”, because he simply didn’t hear her.

•  And then later she decided to visit this “fucker” and ask what was that. 

•  She wanted to taste the victory, but… she saw how bad Mitch looked. She tried to talk to him. And after that she didn’t really felt victorious anymore. 

[many other things has happened between this timeline, but let’s move into moment when their relationships became warmer]

•  Clem gave Mitch a challenge to write a song in her style.

•  Mitch isn’t a wimp, right? 

•  And he wrote this song (Hoobastank - The Reason). (lyrics is so accurate for Mitchentine, i just can’t not-)

•  He stumbled at first, didn’t get the right notes, but in a few moments he sang it perfectly.

•  He looked up on Clementine. She was all blushed and confused, she didn’t think he will write and sing out an actual avowal in love. 

•  So then they just kept looking at each other, all confused and in stupor.

•  But to break an awkward silent they decided to talk about technical part of this song, not the lyrics and the situation in general.

•  Poor babies.

Also some facts:

•  Mitch has got a musicial education.

•  Clem hasn’t.

•  So Mitch also hated Clem for coming into the music industry and suddenly breaking their famous with “fUcKINg PoP SHit?!?!!!??”

•  Willy is 16. Mitch fought for to give his brother a place in their band, even though he is not an adult yet.

•  No one knew Marlon and Brody is “a thing”. It was a real surprize when she kept spending days with Marlon in hospital.

•  Mitch breaks guitars at the stages all the time. But he has got one favourite and the best one that he loves the most. He uses it when he writes anything himself-made. (like that song he wrote for Clem)

•  Clem broke it though. Accidentally.

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