#clem's corner

[clementinecoastline]

i summon you, i sing (in this damp hour)

finally done with my sousou no frieren au fic! by which i mean. the first installment.

you can find it here!

[suzie-shooter]

"Me and Clem have made a baby."

James Harvey Blair on Clem's Wine Corner (3rd Oct 2024)

...James do you actually WANT people to write filth about you at this point? 😂

[nickvalensisguitarsolos]

Clement Novalak is to Screaming Meals what Shane Madej is to Buzzfeed Unsolved.

They are one in the same, I will not elaborate

[httpiastri]

jack bestie I want to try and write a book but the thought scares me so much 😭 I have two really thought out ideas but I’m scared they aren’t going to turn out the way I want them too in my head

OH?? sweetheart i think you would do sooo well writing a book !!! i agree that the thought is very scary, like putting yourself out there and really seeing like "am i actually capable of doing this" is definitely frightening.... but there are a lot of tips online, and i think the main takeaway (?) is probably that you should go easy on yourself. like, all the stuff about "your work seems predictable because you're the one who wrote it and you know what's coming up", and "your first draft should just be for telling yourself the story, then you can make the big adjustments" !!! i obvs have no experience in real book writing but i have a feeling you would do great 🥺

[babygirlsincars]

It's been so long...

Since last I've seen my son

[molliemoo3]

Personally think the next episode of Clems Wine Corner should be done with Danny Rics wine, given him returning to the grid and all

[kickinganddriving]

GUYS CLEM JUST RELPIED AND LIKED MY INSTA COMMENT ALSO MASON AND CLEM WERE HANGING OUT AHHHHHHHHHH

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

An Illusion || Young President! Coriolanus Snow x reader

GIF by @unknown and divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Whispers were circulating the Academy about who the lucky girl was to be Panem’s First Lady, Coriolanus’ soon to be wife, his lover; but little do they know.

Warnings: none

Wc:

Coriolanus Snow Masterlist

From the moment you stepped foot in the Academy, the whispers had already begun. You walked with poise and confidence, the clicking of your heel making heads turn as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You basked in the attention your fellow peers always gave you.

You were Capitol’s darling of course. Coming from a high born, and filthy rich family, everyone knew who you were. “Y/n,” Clemensia nods her head at you with a smile as you do the same, “Clemmie,” “You’re here quite early,” She comments as the two of you walk the halls, “He had an early class so he dropped me off earlier,” You say as Livia Cardew joins the two of you.

The three of you converse in conversation, ignoring the curious glances people would give you. You stepped into Casca’s class, he was late. When moving to your seats, you couldn’t help but eavesdrop the conversations happening around you. “He’s being mentored by Dr. Gaul now. Isn’t that crazy?”

“I would love to be Panem’s First Lady.” “He’s so hot. And he’s body? Training as a Peacekeeper does have its benefits” “I’d love to know what he’s like in bed.” That comment caught you off guard but made you smirk to yourself.

Clemensia and Livia give you knowing looks as you chuckle. “Little do they know,” You say to yourself as the girls giggle quietly to themselves. “Quiet down, Quiet down everybody” Casca came in rushed and class began.

After lunch, the whispers had seemed to intensify. “The Academy is going absolutely crazy,” You shake your head as you eye groups of students talking in hushed tones as they glance at you.

In your head, all you were thinking about was the moment you were able to show Coriolanus Snow as yours. And you, his. The satisfaction of watching everyone envy you was itching your brain. “When is this day going to end,” You mutter to yourself, rolling your eyes.

Finally, the school day had ended. You accompanied Clemensia and Livia to Professor Crispus to drop off their essay before walking outside where a crowd had formed. “What is going on?” Livia questions as the three of you walk towards the crowd of students.

Once people saw your presence, they make room for you to see the front. And there he was. Coriolanus Snow. Your Coryo. He was leaned up against the car, his head turned to the side. His eyes finally land on yours, the corners of his lip turning up as he smiles at you.

“Sweetheart.” And that was enough for everyone to start gasping and watch in shock at the pet name Coriolanus gave you. Your cheeks began becoming hot as you smile and move closer to him. Even in heels, you still had to go on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck as his hands place themselves protectively on the small of your back.

You kiss his cheek as he kisses your hairline. “Clemmie, Liv,” He politely greets your best friends and his friends as they both nod back with a smile. “She’s so lucky,” “Of course she’s dating him,” Whispers began once again. “We should go, wouldn’t want to keep your presents at home waiting,” Your eyes lit up at his words and you nod.

You wave to Clem and Liv before Snow opens the car door and lets you in. He closes the car door, moving the curtains so it covered the window. “Really? Presents at home?” You scoff, crossing your arms as you move away from him. “They’re going to think I’m a spoiled brat,” You harshly say.

Snow rolls his eyes. “With that attitude you are, Princess,” He mocks as you shoot daggers at him. He sighs, massaging his forehead. “It’s true, you know,” You turn your head to him with narrowed eyes. “What’s true?” “There’s presents at home waiting for you,” Your lips part as you watch him, a sense of sadness? Was etched into his face.

[heartfullofleeches]

Clem... how does Clem deal with a nightmare because I KNOW she watches us sleep?

Yan Android Maid Drabble

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"Master."

Accelerating heartbeat- The rapid flutters of your chest before all falls still - a repeating cycle born a new a tentative hand bids to wrestle you from the realm of slumber.

"Master?."

Your knuckles whiten, mirroring the sweat bathed sheets beneath you as you toss and turn; harrowing cries of distress spilling from your lips as you submerge yourself deeper in the entanglement of blankets - fleeing from the icy, synthetic flesh trying in vein to free you from your terrors.

Try as she may to deny the existence of a bleeding heart inside herself, something within Clementine cracks at the sight of tears decorating your puffy cheeks. Left with no alternatives, the android picks up a vase from your nightstand - a lovely piece of craftsmanship modeled out of clay she purchased during one of her solo outings. Pausing momentarily to marvel at the beauty of the flowers you choose to complete it, Clementine dips her fingers into the vase - sprinkling the resulting droplets of water overhead.

"NO!"

Shooting up in bed, two glowing orbs of light prevent your eyes from adjusting to the darkness completely.

"C-Clementine?... My head..... What happened?"

Clementine dries her fingers on her apron, smoothing out the corners as she states matter of factly. "A nightmare. I was watching over you as I do most evenings when I sensed a discrepancy in your breathing."

"Yeah...." Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you slide over to make room for Clementine. "Just a nightmare. I guess you're lucky you don't have to deal with those."

"On the contrary, Master. Whenever you are hurt. Whenever you are upset. Whenever any negativity comes your way and I am not there to protect you - Those are my nightmares, and they are a tad too real for my liking"

"O-oh.... Sorry, Clementine..."

"It's alright. You did not mean anything by it. Forgive me for speaking out of pocket. Shall I stay with you until you are able to fall back asleep? We can do something to distract you from your dreams, unless you are willing to discuss them with me."

[rowancries]

STARMAN — REMUS LUPIN X READER

in which a tall, alluring boy & and loud chaotic party girl have unlikely chemistry.

A/N: OK so this story was legit writtrn for wattpad and it SHOWS… (btw my wattpad is rowancwries heh chapter 2 is up there). anywho this is a new series i worked SO hard on so feel free to show it some love and i’ll continue to cross post it :)

wc: around 2k+ warnings : use of (y/n)

CHAPTER 1 🪐

THE HUFFLEPUFF COMMON ROOM was buzzing. Hufflepuff had just beaten Ravenclaw in the first match of the season, and everyone in the house seemed elated to finally get a win.

The door to the common room swung open, and Charles Prescott, Hufflepuff's star Seeker strutted in. A cheer erupted from the crowd and Charlie grinned, like he had been expecting it all along.

"CHARLIE!"

(Y/n) (L/n) was standing on one of the couches in the corner, waving her firewiskey above her head to grab his attention. Aurora (often refered to as Rory) Clementine, her best friend, was sitting criss-crossed beside her, looking unimpressed.

Charlie spotted them immediately and made his way over. With a dramatic sigh, he flopped onto the couch.

"It's exhausting being this talented," Charlie groaned, letting his head fall back.

"Oh, poor you," Rory said flatly, handing him a glass with something there Professors would not approve of inside . "It must be so hard being Hufflepuffs newest hero."

(Y/n) smirked and leaned forward, shoving his shoulder. "It's getting harder to put up with your ego every day."

"I'm humble," Charlie argued, completely serious as he took a huge gulp of his drink.

"You're the opposite of humble," Rory deadpanned.

Charlie grinned. "Unbearably charming, then."

Before (Y/n) could come up with a retort, Charlie leaned toward her. "Speaking of unbearable," he said, "how many drinks have you had? You're looking a little too happy tonight. Should I prepare for you to need rescuing?"

She snorted, waving him off. "Please. This isn't my first party, Prescott."

"Oh, is that a challenge?"

Rory rolled her eyes, muttering something about the two of them being "basically insufferable" as they bantered back and forth. She reached for a handful of popcorn just as the conversation shifted, but her hand froze halfway.

"Don't look now," Rory muttered, leaning closer to (Y/n), "but Creepy Gryffindor is staring at you again."

(Y/n) frowned, glancing over her shoulder. Sure enough, Adam Abbott was standing by the snack table with a few of his Gryffindor friends. He had this smirk on his face that instantly made her regret looking. When he caught her eye, he raised his drink like he was toasting her.

She turned back around so quickly. "Why is he here?"

"Because ugly Gryffindors don't know how to stay in their own common room," Rory said.

Charlie, who had been watching the interaction, looked between the two of them. "Do I need to punch him?"

"No," (Y/n) said, though the idea of someone dumping pumpkin juice on Adam's head was tempting. "He's just... being werid. Like always."

"If he gets creepier, let me know," Charlie said, sitting up a little straighter. "I've been told my right hook is impressive."

Rory snorted, leaning back against the couch. "Yeah? By who?"

"Oh, you know, the guys," Charlie said casually, waving a hand like it was obvious.

"What guys?" Rory pressed, smirking. "Your favorite Gryffindor nuisances? Because I don't think their judgment counts for much."

Charlie scoffed. "No, not James and Sirius. Like the guys. Quidditch guys."

"Quidditch guys," Rory repeated slowly. "You mean the ones who can't walk past a mirror without checking their hair? That's your judge of character?"

"Hey, just because they care about their hair doesn't mean they don't appreciate a solid right hook," Charlie shot back, punching the air.

"Right," Rory said dryly. "Because when I think of someone who knows combat skills, I definitely think of Quidditch players."

"Laugh all you want, Clem, but my hook's legit. Ask MacMillan—he still flinches every time I go near him."

Rory rolled her eyes, fighting back a laugh. "You probably tripped and accidentally hit him."

"Okay, there was the one time but that an accident," Charlie admitted, "and it still worked, didn't it?"

"Sure," Rory said, dragging out the word. "Very intimidating, Prescott. Truly terrifying."

"I am terrifying," Charlie said, puffing up his chest dramatically.

(Y/n), who had been quietly sipping her beverage and watching them bicker, chimed in. "Charlie, the only thing terrifying about you is how seriously you take your hair routine."

"Oh, come on!" Charlie groaned, throwing his head back. "Not you too, (Y/n)."

"You use more product than I do," she said, grinning.

"That's because I'm an athlete," Charlie argued. "Do you know how much wind damage my hair takes? It's called self-care."

"Sure, Charlie," Rory said. "Wind damage. Not vanity at all."

"Whatever," Charlie muttered, crossing his arms. "At least I'm not letting some creepy Gryffindor guy wander around thinking he's hot stuff. I'll punch him if I have to."

Rory grinned. "You're all talk."

"Am not."

"Are too," she shot back.

"Want me to prove it?" Charlie challenged, leaning forward like he was about to march across the room and confront Adam then and there.

(Y/n) put a hand on his arm to stop him, laughing. "Okay, tough guy we get it. You're very strong and scary."

"Thank you," Charlie said, sitting back with a satisfied smirk.

Rory rolled her eyes again, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "You're ridiculous, Prescott."

"And yet you can't get enough of me," Charlie said, flashing her a grin.

"Yeah right," Rory scoffed, acting annoyed despite the smile she was fighting to suppress.

—

The party raged on, people were packed into every corner. At some point, the "infamous" Marauders made their grand entrance, causing a ripple of excitement to sweep through the crowd.

Sirius Black and James Potter burst through the door each of them holding a bottle of firewhisky in one hand and wearing matching grins that promised nothing but mischief.

Sirius was devilishly handsome as always. His dark, shoulder-length hair was messy, yet well kept. He strode into the center of the room like he owned the place. Nobody could ever enchant a room as quickly and confidently as Sirius could. Well, maybe James.

James was glowing with his chaotic energy. His jet-black hair stuck up in every direction, a clear sign that he'd been messing with it as usual. He had his usual smirk, an obvious indication he was up to mischief settled on his face.

Arriving a few seconds later was Remus Lupin, who didn't try to command attention the way his friends did. His brown hair was neatly combed, though a few strands had fallen into his face. There were faint scars that traced his face and hands. Unlike James and Sirius, who radiated chaos, Remus had a calmness about him.

The room erupted into cheers and laughter at the sight of the trio, Sirius immediately raising his firewhisky bottle in a toast to no one in particular. "Hufflepuffs know how to party!" he declared.

James, however, had spotted someone in the crowd (Y/n). His grin widened, and he cut through the crowd with ease, ignoring the people around him, calling for his attention.

"Oi, (Y/n)!" he called, his voice cutting over the noise.

(Y/n), who had been sitting in the middle of the couch next to Charlie, raised her eyebrows as James approached. "Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence," she teased, with a fond smile.

James plopped down on the empty seat next to (Y/n), sprawled his legs across their lap. "And miss the biggest party of the year? Not a chance," he said, shoving his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Besides, you'd miss me if I didn't show up."

"You saw me like three days ago," (Y/n) said, rolling her eyes but laughing anyway.

"Three days too long," James said, grinning. "What've you been up to? Causing trouble without me?"

(Y/n) smirked. "Unlike you, I try not to draw attention to myself."

"Rubbish," James said, leaning closer. "You were just as bad as me when we were kids."

"That's because I didn't know any better," (Y/n) shot back, nudging him playfully.

(Y/n) had grown up with James; their families were close, and almost all of her earliest memories involved running through the Potters' backyard with James, both of them covered in dirt and laughing about something only they found funny. Even as they grew up they never grew apart, and James never changed. He was still the same loud and funny kid (Y/n) had met when she was four.

While James and (Y/n) talked, Sirius had started leading a group in a random drinking game Peter had told him about the day prior. Remus, however, had found a quieter corner, leaning against the wall with a drink in hand. His dark eyes occasionally flicked toward (Y/n) and James, a frown creasing his face as he watched them.

(Y/n) glanced over at him briefly and caught his gaze. For a moment, the noise of the party seemed to fade, and she felt a warmth rise to her cheeks. Was it all the alcohol in her system or was it the way Remus looked at her, so calm and observant?? She quickly looked back to James, hoping he hadn't noticed.

James, of course, was oblivious, already launching into a story about some ridiculous prank he and Sirius had pulled. (Y/n) listened, but her mind kept drifting back to the boy in the corner.

He leaned against one of the bookshelves, watching the chaos with that soft expression he always seemed to have. He wasn't like his friends—loud and dramatic and always at the center of the action. He was quieter, steadier. He didn't need anyone to notice him the way Sirius or James did.

(Y/n) noticed, though. She glanced over at him more than once, catching the way his hair fell into his eyes when he looked down, or the way his lips quirked into the faintest smile when James tried (and failed) to charm one of the badger statues into dancing.

(Y/n) tried to follow along to James' stories, laughing at all the right moments, but her focus was slipping in and out. The warmth from the firewhisky she'd been sipping earlier still buzzed pleasantly through her veins, making her head feel light. It didn't help that her gaze kept wandering across the room.

Her eyes landed, again and again, on the boy in the corner. (Y/n) kept glancing over at him without even meaning to, catching his movements. She shook her head, trying to focus back on James's story, but her thoughts kept drifting.

"You're staring," came Charlie's amused voice, far too close to her ear for comfort.

(Y/n) startled, the sudden voice causing her to nearly spill her drink. She twisted to glare at him, her cheeks already heating. "I am not," she hissed, voice a little louder than intended.

"Oh, you so are," Charlie said, grinning. He leaned back, resting his elbows on the couch's backrest with the kind of confidence only a Prescott could manage.

(Y/n) groaned, her face burning as she pushed his shoulder weakly. "Shut up, Charlie."

"No, no, this is important. I'm just stating the facts," he said, feigning innocence. "And for the record, you're not very subtle."

"I hate you," she mumbled, covering her face with her hands to block out the smug expression on his.

"No, you don't," Charlie said with a smirk, snatching her half-empty drink off the table beside her. "But it's okay. Everyone's a sucker for a quiet, brooding type. He's got that mysterious thing going on."

(Y/n) peeked through her fingers to glare at him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Thanks for the insight, cupid."

Charlie simply winked, taking a swig from her cup. She turned away from him with a groan, her mind already drifting back to the boy in the corner.

Remus hadn't moved, but his eyes had flicked up, meeting hers for the briefest moment. She quickly turned back to Charlie, pretending to focus on his nonsense, but the warmth in her cheeks was impossible to ignore.

Charlie raised a knowing eyebrow but, for once, didn't say a word. He just leaned back into the cushions with a smirk.

[clementinecoastline]

was watching extraordinary attorney woo and had to stop and discuss the logistics of a south korean law firm having a branch office in boston. it is just. so impractical. i think. the conclusion has been that they just picked boston bc of harvard being around there.

[cartierre]

ICED OAT LATTE | ma11

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU marcus armstrong x fem!novalak!reader (fc: sabrina carpenter)

side note: this is a bit on the shorter side but otherwise it felt like just dragging it out for nothing. there are two twitter threads though so i think that kind of makes up for it?

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y/n_novalak my segment on screamingmeals "y/n's coffee corner" launches this week! try out different kinds of coffee with me, send me suggestions how you like to drink yours and let's have a little chat together! we're going to start off strong with my all time favourite: an iced oat latte 🧊☕️

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user1 watch y/n become the next emma chamberlain

user2 i don't like coffee but maybe y/n can come up with a way for me to somewhat enjoy it ⤷ user3 y/n should definitely do an episode on how to get into coffee as a beginner!

screamingmeals we never knew coffee could be so expensive ⤷ y/n_novalak i won't settle for cheap coffee beans

clementnovalak first you stole my best friend and now you get your own corner? ⤷ y/n_novalak go cry me a riverrrrrr ⤷ user4 y/n and clem being siblings, part 1933829

user5 i love an oat latte, but warm instead of cold!

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y/n_novalak i'm the proudest girlfriend on the planet right now. to see marcus race here in st. petersburg makes my heart bloom. happy indycar debut babes! (psa: giving the coffee a 6/10 because it was overpriced)

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user6 ugh i cannot they're literally perfect for each other ⤷ user7 i'm so glad clem introduced them to each other

clementnovalak for the record: i am still a bit salty you didn't come to my race this weekend ⤷ y/n_novalak should i hold your hand the next time since you're such a crybaby? ⤷ clementnovalak i'm telling maman that you're mean to me

user8 i never know if y/n and clem are being serious or not with their banter ⤷ user9 i have a brother and lemme tell you we're the same

marcusarmstrong with you by my side, i feel like i can achieve anything comment liked by y/n_novalak ⤷ y/n_novalak stop it i'm getting emotional

user10 *crying in single*

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y/n_novalak we're going into round two! this time on "y/n's coffee corner" we're going full traditional: we're taste testing the cappucino. a classic. the cappucino shines with a foamy top and lots of aroma. you can never go wrong with it. (spoiler alert: it's not marcus' favourite 😱)

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user11 y/n needs to start a whole blog about coffee

user12 marcus doesn't like a cappucino? 🚩🚩 ⤷ y/n_novalak that's what i was thinking ⤷ marcusarmstrong i'm sorry

clementnovalak the way you only put a heart on yours and marcus' coffee and i got a blop of nothingness is actually hurting my soul ⤷ y/n_novalak you're always mean to me you don't deserve a heart

user13 i have the same coffee machine! comment liked by y/n_novalak

user14 i'm more of a latte person myself, but you can never really go wrong with a cappucino!

user15 back when i wasn't allowed to drink coffee, my mum always gave me her foam on her capuccino because i was so sad that i couldn't get one myself

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y/n_novalak visiting this dickhead this weekend in jeddah because he cried about me not attending his last race

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user16 imagine being stressed because you cannot decide whether to visit your brother or boyfriend at different places for races ⤷ user17 she's living every motorsport fan's dream

user18 the lipstick stain is so real. men will never understand.

clementnovalak you made it sound like i begged you to come ⤷ y/n_novalak did you not? your messages say smth else ⤷ marcusarmstrong actually he cried because i wasn't able to come ⤷ clementnovalak that is correct ⤷ y/n_novalak okay since when is it "gang up on y/n" day?

user19 marcus using his free weekend to support clem is so sweet!

user20 i just know y/n was exhausted after a whole weekend with clem and marcus comment liked by y/n_novalak

[suzie-shooter]

[druidberries]

clementine darling is looking for matches on cupid's corner!🍊

I figured I should probably make a proper post to ask for townies for my gameplay with clementine! if you want to send me a sim to use for her you can tag me and use #clementinescuties! if you would prefer the download to be private, feel free to dm me! <3

I'm looking for mostly young adults!

occult sims are of course welcome

I need sims to be partners (clem is pan!), friends, work rivalries, whatever! the options are endless 😏

thank you all in advance 🫶

cupid's corner template by @folkbreeze !!

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

My rewrite of TWDG season 2:

Episode 1

Mostly the same, except Christa doesn’t go missing. She and Clementine are still together and Christa is the one who gets bitten by the dog. So instead of Clem having to tend to her own arm, Clem has to tend to Christa. Other than that, the story is mostly the same.

Episode 2

Again, mostly the same. However, the rivalry is no longer Kenny vs. Luke, it’s now Kenny vs. Christa. This is a direct continuation of their dynamic in season 1 since Kenny and Christa would often butt heads. However, it’s much worse this time since it’s two incredibly traumatized people taking their anger out on each other.

Episode ends the same way, with everyone being captured by Carver’s people.

Episode 3

This is where the storyline takes a massive deviation. We learn that part of the reason why Luke’s group fled Carver is that a war is about to break out in the area. Apparently, Carver got on the wrong side of a man named Arvo, the leader of a Russian survivor camp. Carver knows his people would lose a war with Arvo’s people, but is too stubborn to grovel for peace.

So, this episode is mostly about the group’s attempt to escape before Arvo makes his move. Unfortunately, in another deviation from the original storyline, the escape plan fails. Alvin, if he survived the previous episode, is killed as a result of the failed escape.

As punishment, Carver decides to kill one of the main characters. He forces Clem to make a choice between Nick (if he survived episode 2), Carlos, and Sarita.

If Nick is chosen, Luke will hate Clem. If Carlos is chosen, Sarah will hate Clem. If Sarita is chosen, Kenny will hate Clem.

Regardless of who dies, Carver tells the group to prepare for war.

(Also, the walker herd from the original storyline is still present. The storyline reason is that the walkers are being used by Arvo’s people to attack Carver’s camp, similar to how the Wolves in the Walking Dead TV show used walkers)

Episode 4

Arvo’s people makes their move. This episode is mostly focused on the war between Carver’s camp and Arvo’s camp. Knowing that Carver’s people can’t win the war, Kenny and Christa come up with a new escape plan. This time, they’ll use the chaos of Arvo’s next attack to sneak out of the area.

Before the group can make their escape, Rebecca gives birth. Carver takes baby AJ and says something along the lines of raising his son to take over as the group’s new leader.

We then get a new mission in which Clem sneaks into Carver’s office to get AJ. Unfortunately, while trying to sneak back to the group, Carver catches her. But that’s when Kenny and Christa arrive, leading to a brutal fight scene that ends with Kenny shooting Carver in the legs. You’re then given the choice of watching Kenny beat Carver to death or leaving the area.

Even after Carver dies, Arvo’s people launches another attack. This time, the group manages to successfully get away. Unfortunately, Nick, Carlos, and Sarita all perish during the escape (so whoever you didn’t choose to die in the previous episode ends up dying anyways, per Telltale tradition).

Rebecca also dies. But before she dies, she makes Clementine promise to her that she’ll take care of AJ.

The episode ends on a massive cliffhanger. Even though Arvo destroys Carver’s camp, he sets his sights on Clem’s group, vowing to wipe out everyone who was associated with the man.

Episode 5

The first half of the episode is focused on the group trying to get away from Arvo’s army. During the exodus, the group tries to cross a frozen lake. Clem falls through but Sarah saves her. Unfortunately, Sarah is dragged down by a walker and drowns. Bonnie could also die in this sequence.

After Sarah’s death, despite the group’s efforts, they are eventually cornered by Arvo’s army. A shootout occurs, leading to a walker herd arriving and attacking both sides. Clem is shot in the shoulder by Arvo and passes out.

When Clementine wakes up, she sees that she’s in a truck with Kenny, Christa, Jane, and Luke. Luke explains that Bonnie (if she’s still alive) and Mike went missing after the attack by Arvo’s people. When Clem asks if they’re still being chased by Arvo’s camp, Jane says that most of them were wiped out by the walker herd.

Kenny and Christa are arguing, leading to the car crashing. Everyone is separated in the blizzard. Eventually, Clementine finds Kenny and Christa. When Kenny asks what happened to AJ, the three of them assume the worst. Kenny thinks Christa killed AJ, while Christa thinks Kenny killed AJ. The two fight, which ends in either Christa being killed by Kenny or Clem killing Kenny. Or both could die if you let Kenny kill Christa, and then choose to shot Kenny afterwards.

Regardless of what happens, Clementine learns that AJ was actually with Luke and Jane the whole time. So the sad reality of this situation is that had Kenny and Christa not immediately jumped to conclusions, they would’ve learned that AJ was safe and sound. At this point, Jane says she’s going off on her own since she feels she’s gotten too attached to the group. As Clementine, you take AJ and decide to:

1) Go off on your own

2) Stay with Luke

3) Stay with Jane

4) Stay with Kenny (if he survived)

5) Stay with Christa (if she survived)

[storges-oranges]

hi clem! i really like your writing so far and i was wondering if i could request smth for touchstarved 👀 recently i’ve been wondering what vere would be like with the sweetest fucking spouse/partner u have ever met. like they might be more angelic then kuras 💀 (honestly i wonder abt all the li’s)

Hey hi hello! Thanks for the kind words! Really appreciate them! I had alot of fun with this but idk if this is what you had in mind, they're mostly a bit angsty , but I hope you like it!

🌸It's hard to imagine Vere with a sweet partner, unless they're rather strong willed. Which you would have to be to deal with him in general. I think the best possibility would be what Dracula and Lisa from castlevania have. Even then, I imagine it would take an eternity for him to come around.

The start of such a relationship would be rocky for sure. I think he would take such a personality as a challenge. He's seen wanna be mother Theresas before, and he knows their resolve crumbles at the slighest hint of danger or when they realize helping the fallen in a place like Eridia takes more than half thought out platitudes.

He would expect you to be the same and pull the usual antics; cornering you in alleyways, baring his fangs or his bloodsoaked claws ect... And turn around each and everytime expecting the looks of fear, disgust before he could proudly prove to you that your own deeply held convictions are a lie. Oh how delicious would the look in your eyes be.

Imho the best way to react to those antics is either indifference or mild annoyence. Why? Well for one it's not like he can go on a killing spree without the permission of the senobium(except for feeding, but I'll consider that a separate thing for the sake of this lxhdhsb), so his displays of violence were mostly confined to dangerous soulless wandering the alleyways. And two because it pisses him off. What? You're not gonna call him an unredeemable abomination? Well that's just not fair. How is he supposed to have his fun now?

His disappointment annoyance morphs into curiosity, then derision. You're not the Wretched creature that runs the clinic in lowtown, you're far easier to kill. Surely you know that right? No one takes those silly little values seriously. If you want to break your curse you'll have to grow a spine.

Yeah sorry, but it would take him a while, years maybe, to fully accept that part of who you are.

When he does though, I think he would develop a bit of a protective streak. He'll never stop pestering you about helping people who clearly wouldn't spit on you of you were on fire, but the remarks would grow less biting and more affectionate.

You might even convince him to do an act of charity here and there but that's where he stops. Having someone who genuinely cares is... nice.

It's a nice thing, and he doesn't have alot of those.

🌸I cannot write this man as anything other than a toxic menace so; Leander resents that part of you. To be precise, he resents that it's not just for him. Part of him is touched by your gentleness and perhaps he tells himself that keeping you under his thumb is the easiest way to preserve your light. But he cannot help the burning pit of envy in his stomach whenever he sees you share thay same light with others. Not that he ever shows it. If Leander has any say in how things turn out, you'll never know the extent of his obsession or how short a leash he wants to keep you on. It's all manipulate mansplain manslaughter with this guy. Some people who have been particularly greedy for your time find opportunities they'd never dream of and are never heard of again.... Weird.

He's not above intentionally getting hurt and then running to you for pampering. Loves it when you fuss over him, loves the hint of worry in your voice as you chastize him for being so careless. Loves loves loves loves LOVES the way you touch him so gently. As if he could break under the lightest touch. As if you could break him. And its so earnest its adorable. Might hiss in faux pain just to have you cup his cheek and murmur "sorry". How kind. How cute.

He's never letting anyone else have you.

🌸Ais would also, much like Vere, be skeptical about your mother Theresa vibes. But he wouldn't be too much of an ass about it. I think the aspect he would crave most from such a partner would be total recognition and acceptance.

The sea spring is a curse in and of itself, so many souls sharing too few bodies and its easy for your own consciousness to be lost in a see of others. And it, in turn, can lead to a loss of autonomy (and identity) thats difficult to deal with. Ais understands that better than anyone, and he strives to give that sense of autonomy to others where he can. Thats why Vere likes him so much imo. It would make sense thats its something Ais himself would appreciate in return.

An angel to him then, would be someone who can tell him where the hivemind ends and where Ais begins. And then love the complicated, temperamental, monster-who-came-from-the-shroud Ais. He is not so different from the soulless, and being seen but rejected might be worse.

To get clarity on who he is, to have his identity redefined and given to him without being encroached upon and on top of it all loved? That would be true companionship. The end to his isolation.

Also not above getting hurt and asking to be pampered. It says in his bio that he likes bar fights. I like to think that it's beacuse it silences the cacophony in his head and the pain reminds him its his body. That he is in still in there, mostly because he feels the pain more than the rest of them.

Being pampered by you serves the same purpose. You love him. You are taking care of him. No other mind is the recipient of this love. He knows he is alive because he can feel the touch of his beloved.

To quote one of my favorite books "The God of small things" by Arundhati Roy:

[...] her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.

The parts of Ais's body that you leave untouched are smoke.

As for the " This is the skin of a killer Bella" duo, well.

🌸Mhin cannot have feelings for you because such a kind person is a beautiful, fragile thing. They have destroyed many beautiful, fragile things. They won't let you be on that list.

It will take a very long time until they somewhat trust that having you around is not a death sentence for you. But a key aspect of being in Mhins life as a lover is figuring out how to reassure them because they are afraid.

What if whatever solution you came up with fails?What if their curse has some other terrible aspect they didn't know about because they haven't been this close to anyone since it befell them? What if your curse and theirs interacted and something happened to you? What if -

You might tease them for being a worry wort, despite their cool and moody exterior chastizing you will take their mind off the anxiety for a second. Tasking woth sharing the food at the local soup kitchen would also help.

Truth is, they would feel a bit embarrassed by their own single mindedness. You are so much weaker than them, but here you are, doing everything you can to help others, even at the detriment of your own quest for a cure. And they..... are doing what, exactly? Loitering by the Senobiums gates?

Be careful not to let their mind wander too long, lest their self deprecating nature take the upper hand.

🌸Kuras hates himself too much to let himself be happy as well. He believes that he doesn't deserve half of what you give him, even before you guys get together.

And I don't think you guys get together before a long long while. I think that you would dane around it. You would help around the clinic, offer food to the residents of lowtown ect..... And that work would bring you together.

At this point in his life Kuras is likely at the end of his rope so he would be to let you linger around him. Let these budding feelings grow and take root.

He can ignore the voice in his head that calls him unworthy as long as there is plausible deniability. Fingers brushing as he passes you your favourite coffee mug.Your breath on his cheek when he bends down so you can whisper something in his ear. Your knees bumping under the table in the cramped space of the clinics kitchenette. Your hand in his as he helps you navigate the crowded streets of lowtown.

It's almost enough, which means there is restraint, which means there is pain. So it's ok. He's not indulging. He knows he doesn't have the right to and he is not.

The problem, of course is that there is pain on both sides. Of course you wouldn't let his reasoning fly. Of course you don't believe he is a corrupt existence. Of course you love a Wretched being like him.

And of course he can't let you ruin yourself like that for him.

I will be upfront dear reader, you will love him for decades before Kuras lets himself love you back. Your insistance will win him over evantually, but centuries of guilt won't magically disappear. Certainly not when Kuras feels you are too good for him.

It is with Kuras that I most clearly see a mariage happening. The years you do get are pure marital bliss and Kuras's only regret is that he lost so much time with you being stubborn.

That a being as short-lived as you could be so kind will mark him forever.