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A quick sketch of New Jersey 🐝 he’s so silly and so tiny. This guy hangs out with grandmas, bingo winning loser; maybe I’ll draw Rhody one of these days when I feel like it

Also just some quick doodles of some of alaska’s cities/towns cuz I’m on a road trip again currently 🤔 I like to think Talkeetna has a big appetite a lot. She must be warned of the dangers of eating Augusta’s cooking. My favorite hippie lady

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The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if Clementine’s Mother survived?

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What if Clementine’s Mother survived? Prompt Submitted by Worker72 on AO3

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Diana groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. Vernon was rambling about leaving before Crawford found them, Brie was agreeing with him, Boyd was arguing that they should continue to lie low and look for more medicine and Joyce and Clive were keeping quiet. She’d stepped out of the room to stop her headache from growing worse, only to find a man stumbling though the entrance hole to the shelter.

Diana stared at the man, who gaped at her. The man continued to stare at her, before she realised who it was, “Lee Everett.”

The man, Lee, blinked, “How’d you—”

“I kept up with your trial.” Said Diana, cutting to the chase, “You’re not the type of person Crawford would keep around.”

“I’ve only just heard of them.” Said Lee, looking at her, “You know anyone there?”

Diana let out a scoff, “Who would I want to know? My husband was bit when everything went to shit and—” Her voice cracked, making her clear her throat, “and what other family I had are dead.”

Lee stared at her for a moment, before speaking, “Clementine.”

Diana froze, before pulling her gun out, “Why did you say that?”

“You have a daughter, and her name was Clementine, right?” Asked Lee, slowly walking forward.

Diana’s heart stopped, “Y-you said ‘have’.”

“Clementine’s alive.” Said Lee, “I, er, stumbled across her, after a road accident.”

Diana frowned, “What happened?”

Lee looked at the gun, “Could you… lower the gun first?”

Quickly disarming the gun and putting it away, Diana looked at Lee expectantly, “Well?”

Then Vernon opened the door and found Diana and Lee, “W-what?”

“He’s not from Crawford.” Dismissed Diana, “None of them knew my daughter.”

Vernon looked at them, before stepping back out of the room. Sighing, Diana looked back at Lee.

“The police car I was in crashed, I barely managed to get away from the Walkers chasing me when I climbed over your fence. I went into your house, looking for help and, well, met Clem.” Explained Lee, “She managed to save me from the babysitter. She was bit at some point.”

“But,” Diana swallowed, “but Clementine’s alive?”

“Yeah,” Nodded Lee, “I can take you to her, if I can find my way out of here.”

Diana nodded, “Give me a moment.”

SP

After introducing Lee to the others, and Lee mentioned that one of his people had an injured leg. Eventually, Lee was being led out of the sewers by Diana and Vernon. Lee filled Diana in, telling her everything that happened in the past few months. How he and Clementine met, how he took care of her as best as he could, he told Diana about the cannibals and that they stole from an abandoned car and that they’d been forced to leave it all behind after someone started giving some to a group of bandits, how a boy got bit, and one member of the group killed another member. The boy started to turn, and the boy’s mother committed suicide, leaving Lee to put the boy down.

Diana didn’t know what to think about Clementine being taught how to use a gun, but then she learned about some stranger talking to Clementine. Following Lee, they entered the house, Diana saw a drunk man with a moustache in a trucker’s hat, a teenager and a tall woman coming down the stairs.

“Lee!” Gasped the woman, “You’re alive!”

“Yeah,” Nodded Lee, “Christa, where’s Clementine?”

“No idea.” Shrugged Christa, “She’s done her vanishing act again.”

Diana sighed before looking at Lee, “So, where’s this injured man?”

“Upstairs, Christa can take you.” Said Lee, making Vernon follow Christa, “I’ll go look for Clementine.”

“How much of this house has she explored?” Asked Diana, not moving.

“All of it.” Answered Lee, before frowning, “Well, except for that shed outside.”

Nodding, Diana turned around and walked outside, with Lee following her. Coming to a stop outside the shed, Diana took a deep breath and spoke, “Clementine?”

There was a beat of silence, before Diana got a shaky response, “Mom?”

Hearing Clementine’s voice, Diana choked. Lee started removing the vines covering the doors, before opening them. Clementine stared up at her mother, before rushing forwards and hugging her, “I knew you and Dad were alive.”

Diana bit her lip, before kneeling down so she could look Clementine in the face, “Sweetie, your… he… Daddy didn’t make it.”

Clementine stared at Diana, before burying her face in her mother’s chest.

SP

Diana stayed at the house with Lee’s group, spending time with her daughter. Vernon had gone back to the bunker, currently, Lee’s group was discussing about going to Crawford for the medicine and the things that the drunk, foul mouthed one needed to fix the boat Clementine had found. Her eyes then fell onto the radio, she picked it up, Diana pressed the broadcast button, “Hello?”

Clementine looked up from the drawing that she was doing, as her mother frowned at the radio.

“Hello?” Repeated Diana, before scowling, “I’m talking to the pervert trying to manipulate my daughter.”

Diana glanced at the door as Lee walked through it, before turning her attention went back to the radio.

“Okay, I’m going to take your silence as confirmation that you’re a paedophile,” Said Diana, “I don’t know why you decided to screw yourself over and, frankly, I don’t give a fuck. If you contact her or are even near her again, I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”

Releasing the broadcast button, Diana looked at Lee, “So, what’s the plan?”

“We’re gonna take some guys to Crawford,” Said Lee, “get the stuff Kenny needs to fix that boat and the medicine Omid needs.”

Diana frowned, before nodding, “I’ll stay here and watch over him.”

“Can I come?” Asked Clementine, looking up at Lee and her mother.

“What?” Frowned Lee, looking down at Clementine, with Diana doing the same.

“Can I come to Crawford?” Asked Clementine, “I wanna help.”

Lee glanced at Diana, who, after a few moments of thought, nodded, “It’d make sense for all hands to be on deck, even if they are small.”

Clementine beamed up at them.

SP

The group had been gone for a little while; Diana had dispatched of a Walker that’d gotten in. Omid was asleep, leaving the house in an eerie silence. Sighing, Diana located a book in the house’s library and started reading it. Then she heard the front door open, she didn’t hear anyone else, so it was unlikely that it was the others returning from Crawford. Grabbing her gun, Diana snuck up to the door.

After a moment, a man slowly walked into the library. Diana didn’t recognise him, only raising her gun to the back of his head and pulling the trigger. The corpse fell to the ground, like a marionette that had its strings cut. Diana stared at the body, before going through it’s pockets and finding some keys in one pocket and a radio on his belt. Sighing, Diana shifted the body outside and locked the doors, before she went back to the book she found.

SP

Kenny fixed the boat after they got back. Brie and Ben were dead, Diana found that Ben was the one making the deal with the bandits back in Macon. Diana showed Lee the Stranger’s car, which he confirmed to be the car they robbed form.

Then, they had another problem; who would go with Kenny. Kenny offered them a place on the boat, which Diana declined, and Clementine chose to be with her mother. Diana made sure to tell Lee that he was welcome to come with them if he wanted. In the end, Kenny would be taking Molly, Christa and Omid with him.

Bidding tearful goodbyes, and promises to always look out for them, the two groups parted ways. Lee, Diana and Clementine took the strangers car, helping Kenny take the boat to the water, with their final goodbyes. Lee drove through the streets of Savannah, before turning onto the interstate, the small group heading out of Savannah. None of them knew where they’d be going, but they’d decided to let the winds guide them.

Next Story: What if Clementine decided to kill all the Cabin Group members?

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On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond | Scotland | April 2023 This was one of the first especially intimidating munros I saw while walking north into the Scottish Highlands. Unfortunately, our route would not have us climb this fabled mountain. This view however, amazed me nonetheless. Upon nearing the base where the mountain paths lay, I observed two very much windswept hillwalkers shuffle down the trail. “Did you climb Lomond today?” I asked. “Oh yes”, they reply in a Scottish accent. “Incredibly windy up there. I felt like I was going to be blown off the hill at any moment!” Scottish Hillwalking aint for babies. While I had a monumental ascent up the north face of Ben Nevis, Scotland left me wanting more. Another trip, perhaps. I’ll be doing a print and post card sale soon, y’all! What images should I add back to my shop? Everything will be printed in advance this time, so if you have any suggestions as to what should go to print, add a comment!

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The next match-up for WTTT best (non-state) character:

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

were booking vacation flights anD I GET TO SEE THE ATLANTA AIRPORT HELL YEAH

im sad to miss out on CLT this year but were going to LIVE THERE in six months so like im an NOT BOTHERED

were also having to fly into KC instead of STL and THAT is crushing honestly but it saves us some rental car prices and getting so see ATL is exciting enough to pillow that

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[fall0utboi12]

Ben in my main 4 AUs (making picrews was the faster option lol (Not entirely accurate though)

You and I'll be safe and sound: Ben is Clem sole caretaker

Currupted: (Doesn't have a name yet lol) Ben joins Carver's group and becomes the leader. He is the antagonist instead of Carver for season 2

Broken Wings: Ben is a part of Delta

Hopeless Wanderer: Ben is a part of The Whisperers and looking after James and Charlie

Picrew used

[dailymothanon]

Random things that I know

I’m currently on a road trip, so I didn’t have much time on my hands to draw much but I do have a small wip and old sketch I did! Along with just talking about random ideas and things that I know. Which. I mostly did a bunch of research on Delta Junction, Alaska as you will be able to tell soon

I passed by Delta Junction, and I remembered that they are the city with the most Ukrainian born people in percentage, it’s even higher in ancestry as well! This is because DJ has very similar terrain and climates to Ukraine (I think??) along with the fact there are already many Ukrainians there, there is not much of a language barrier for them! That’s neat :> So I wanted to make DJ as Ukrainian, and this is just one design concept I came up with today too quickly, it is likely to change as I learn more (I don’t have a definitive answer of what gender I’m thinking them to be yet)

also I think DJ would make BANGER cream rolls. Because I know this lady that lives there that comes to my city every summer and sells cream rolls; she’s done this ever since I was little

Alaska is the windiest state, with a windspeed average of 30 mph; in Juneau they have winds called Taku winds, and in DJ they have winds called Chinook winds

DJ was also known as the “Windy City” and “Little Chicago” by soldiers stationed there, as DJ is big on the military presence stuff

DJ is a very quant and neat place I won’t lie. They have buffalos there sent from Montana!! They now roam a lot around the Delta area, most are within the Delta Bison Sanctuary; I like to imagine DJ tells Alaska to tell Montana the bison are prospering

Colorado has a coin collection due to being the worlds top producer of coins (I think that’s cool)

Cali didn’t know what mosquito repellent was or was a thing until he overheard Maine and Alaska talking about them and asked about it, the other two were horrified he didn’t know (this is a tease cuz my girlfriend didn’t know it was a thing until I asked if she had any once)

This is an old sketch of a character my girlfriend made! She based them off Mexican culture, specifically this is based on California’s Lone Star flag from way back when

I think DJ loves the idea of having a family, but the opportunity has simply never been given 😞

Talkeetna was considered abandoned in 1910, before getting revived in aboit 1920 thanks to gold rushes, I think she is a little afraid of being abandoned again tho, but she knows Mayor Denali would never do her dirty like that

Hawai’i and Alaska both have the best air quality out of the states, they’re seriously breathing that great non lower 48 stuff. They are prospering. Manifesting.

Louisiana is actually one of the most, if not the most (it changes per article but they remain one of the top 3 always) stressed states, along with Mississippi and New Mexico

uhhhmm this is all I can think of currently. I hope y’all can wait for me to get back home to post regularly again 👻 that would be cool.

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The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if Lee, Lilly, Duck, and Clem were the only survivors of the St Johns?

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We Lucky Few

What if Lee, Lilly, Duck, and Clem were the only survivors of the St Johns? Prompt Submitted by BetterThanBrainiac on AO3

Lee grunted as Danny knocked him down. Kenny burst out to tackle the cannibal, only for the other man to whirl around and shoot Kenny in the chest. Lee watched his friend gasp and fall back, before he could get up, Danny turned back to Lee, only for Lee to hit him below the belt. Quickly grabbing Danny’s gun, Lee cracked him over head with it. After making sure that the cannibal was out cold, Lee left the barn and ran into Ben and Carley.

“Lee, what’s going on?” Demanded Carley, “You and the others have been gone for too long.”

“They attacked us,” Said Lee, “Larry and Kenny are dead, and they cut Mark’s legs off and tried to feed them to us!”

“Jesus.” Muttered Carley, “What about the others?”

“Clementine’s with Lilly in the barn,” Answered Lee, “but they’ve got Duck and Katjaa.”

“Shit.” Muttered Carley, “I’ll go get Lilly and Clementine, Ben, go with Lee.”

Ben gave a shaky nod, as he and Lee started towards the house, they’d just reached the gate when they heard Carley let out a gasping scream. Lee spun around and saw Carley with the prongs of the pitchfork sticking out of her back. Without thinking, Lee rushed towards Danny, just as the cannibal wrenched the pitchfork out of Carley’s gut and drove it into her chest. By that point, Lee was level with him and tackled him. Lee spotted Lilly and Clementine, as well as Kenny slowly getting to his feet.

Growling, Lee hauled Danny up and shove him towards Kenny, with the Walker tearing a chunk out of Danny’s neck. Lee looked at Lilly and Clementine, “C’mon.”

Pausing when he reached Carley, Lee picked up her gun and looked up. He saw Ben struggling with Andy, the man keeping a grip on Duck. Ben was punched in the face and thrown onto the fence, Lee raised Carley’s gun and shot at Andy. Andy ducked and rushed over to the generator and turned it on, Ben’s dying screams piercing the night. Lee took aim again, only for Lilly to shoot Andy in the face.

Lilly looked angry, “Go get Katjaa.”

Lee nodded, rushing towards the house, only for a gunshot to emit from inside the house, with Brenda coming out with blood on her face. Levelling Carley’s gun, Lee shot Brenda in the chest. Hurrying forwards, Lee found Katjaa dead on the floor of the house. Sighing, Lee grabbed their weapons, as well as some of the St John’s supplies, and left.

Lee met up with Lilly, Clementine and Duck, “Let’s go.”

The group of four left the farm, as Walkers started to climb over the fence and into the fields.

WLF

They’d managed to get into the forest safely and gotten back to the motel, after explaining what happened to Kenny and Katjaa to Duck. Lee had noticed that there were tyre tracks in one part of the forest but decided to ignore it.

“Lee.” Lilly’s voice got his attention, “Got a minute?”

Sighing, Lee looked at Clementine and Duck and stepped out of the room.

“What—” Lilly slapped him, “Okay, I deserved that.”

Lilly glared at him, getting another sigh from Lee, “Anything else you want to do?”

Lilly, after a moment, sighed, “What do we do?”

“What do you mean?” Asked Lee, folding his arms.

“We’re not exactly in the best position to defend ourselves,” Said Lilly, “I, I know I’ve kept saying we’d stay here, but… we don’t have the numbers to protect ourselves or keep this place secure if we go on a supply run.”

Sighing, Lee looked around, “I think we should take our chances on the road; we can get stuff downtown when we pass through it. Hell, maybe we’ll find a working vehicle and get around in that.”

Lilly gave another sigh, “Where do we go?”

Lee sighed, “I don’t know.”

WLF

Lee managed to find a couple of backpacks in the motel, then they’d left. They were currently in a clothing store in Macon, Lilly was getting some warm clothes for them, with Lee keeping an eye out for Walkers.

“Right,” Lilly threw a bag at Lee, “I found that in the back, let’s get to the pharmacy.”

Lee nodded, watching out for the dead as they went. Making sure Duck and Clementine were close by, Lee and Lilly started gathering supplies. They’d just finished packing up when they heard screaming.

Lilly glanced at Lee, before he jerked his head to the side, the man signalling for them to leave. By the time they got around the front, the Walkers had gone towards the drugstore. Sighing, Lee started leading the others towards a road going out of Macon. They’d managed to stock up on some food, medicine and clothes, Lee managed to find a couple of guns and a set of hunting knives, which he’d given out to the group. Lilly walked ahead, making sure there weren’t any Walkers up in front of them, with Lee bringing up the rear. Giving Macon a final look, Lee sighed and silently bid goodbye to everyone they’d lost.

WLF

They’d been walking for about a week, Lee and Lilly took turns on watch. Clementine had her first Walker kill, Lee and Lilly had taken it upon themselves to teach the kids how to defend themselves. Lee used the knowledge he had from his brief time in the army to teach them how to use a knife properly.

“Lee.” Lilly got his attention, “Up ahead.”

Frowning, Lee looked in front of them and spotted a train blocking the road, “Huh.”

“Kind of glad we didn’t drive here.” Said Lilly, looking around, “Might be a good place to camp for the night.”

“Especially if we can get into the train car.” Said Lee, looking around, “C’mon, let’s see what’s here.”

They scouted the train out, Duck and Lilly looked around the perimeter, with Duck dealing with a Walker that was trapped in a car that had crashed against the train and finding a box of crackers. Lee and Clementine checked the cab, finding a dead body, Lee found that the body’s head was caved in. The two then went down to the boxcar and found an old man staring at them.

“Are you gonna kill me or steal?” Asked the man, making Lee lower his gun.

“Er… neither?” Lee glanced down at Clementine, “Clem, go get Lilly.”

“Okay.” Clementine left through the door, leaving Lee with the man.

“So,” Lee looked him up and down, “You got a name?”

The old man shrugged, “Chuck, Charles if ya fancy.”

“Okay… Chuck.” Lee nodded, “I’m going to talk to my group, don’t… don’t go anywhere.”

Chuck shrugged as Lee left, before looking through his things.

Lee winced as the light hit him, before he walked over to Lilly, “Clementine told you about the guy?”

Lilly nodded, “What’s he like?”

“You could ask me yourself.” Said Chuck, making Lee turn around, “Since you’re stomping around my home.”

WLF

Lee silently watched the road and tracks for Walkers, Chuck let them stay, even gave the kids some candy. Duck had been left in the cab and had pressed a flashing button, which led to them discovering that the train still worked. They had decided to work on it in the morning, Lee volunteered for first watch. It’d been just over a week since the farm, just over a week since Duck lost his parents, since Larry, Mark, Ben and Carley were killed. He should’ve gone with Carley, he should’ve killed Danny before the left the barn.

“Penny?” Asked Lilly, joining Lee on top of the boxcar.

“Thinking about the dairy.” Said Lee, quietly, “The people we’ve lost.”

Lilly sighed, “How’d you decide?”

“Decide what?”

“Decide to help Kenny.” Clarified Lilly, “I knew about your past, about that senator. I want to know how you decided to help kill my dad.”

Lee sighed, “I didn’t want to take the risk, sure, we could’ve saved him, but he wouldn’t have survived much longer. The cannibals would’ve triggered another heart attack, or the stress of walking through the Walkers or even the walk back to the motel.”

“You couldn’t’ve known that.”

“Maybe, but in my place, with Clem and not knowing your dad well, what would you have done?” Asked Lee, looking at Lilly, “I get not getting to say goodbye, I didn’t get to say goodbye to my parents or my brother. The closest I got was putting Bud down. I would give everything to not go through that pain again.”

“Is that why you left Carley?” Asked Lilly, making Lee bow his head.

“I didn’t realise how much she meant to me,” Confessed Lee, “until that bastard shoved a pitchfork into her.”

They were silent for a moment, then Lilly spoke, “I wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t what?” Asked Lee, glancing a Lilly.

“I wouldn’t be able to put my dad down.” Answered Lilly, “And… I probably would’ve done the same as you.”

Lee let out a sigh, “Clementine’s parents are dead.”

“What?” Lilly looked at him.

“Clementine’s parents are dead,” Repeated Lee, “her dad got bit on the first day and her mom was with him. They left voice messages for Clem and her babysitter.”

“What happened to the babysitter?” Asked Lilly, getting a sigh from Lee.

“She got bit.” Answered Lee, looking in the distance. The pair sat on the roof of the boxcar in silence for the rest of the night.

WLF

They got the train and boxcar free from the rest of the cars, Clementine had a piece of chalk and managed to make the instructions for how to start it visible. From there, it was just a matter of knocking things about and twisting and flipping the switches and knobs. Lee and Lilly were taking turns to drive, not wanting each other to risk falling asleep at the controls. Lilly continued with the lessons with the kids, Chuck suggested cutting Clementine’s hair, which Lilly had done, before cutting her own.

Lee took over teaching the kids while Lilly drove, setting up a plan for when they got to Savannah, Lee promising Clementine that they’d look for her parents. Then the train came to a stop. Frowning, Lee poked his head out the side of the boxcar, and saw the tanker blocking the tracks, “Great.”

Hopping out of the car, Lee walked towards the front of the train with Lilly joining him.

“I don’t suppose you have a saw on you?” Asked Lilly, after a moment.

“No.” Sighed Lee, “I saw one, but I didn’t pick it up.”

After that, Lee had got up to a ladder and climbed to the top of the bridge. He met a couple up there, Omid and Christa. The two went down and introduced themselves to the group, while Lee and Clementine went to a nearby station to see if they could find anything that’ll cut the tanker down. They’d managed to get in and deal with the Walkers, Lee had struggled with one, prompting Clementine to kick the Walkers leg, sending it to the ground and allowing Clementine to easily stab it in the head.

Lee spotted a blowtorch and boosted Clementine into the cage to get the keys, which, of course, were in the cage. There was another Walker in the cage, that Lee dispatched with his gun. He and Clementine were just leaving with the blowtorch when Christa ran up to them.

“I heard a gunshot.” Said Christa, in way of a question.

“Had to deal with some Walkers.” Said Lee, looking at Christa, “We’re fine.”

Christa looked doubtful, before turning away with the three walking back to the train. Lilly had Chuck keeping watch on top of the boxcar, while she took Duck and Clementine into the cab. Lee took Omid and started cutting the coupling of the tanker, when Chuck alerted them to a massive herd of Walkers. As soon as the coupling had been cut, Lilly started the train, yelling at Lee and Omid to jump onto the roof. Lee kicked the still ignited blow torch down, before running to the other side of the bridge with Omid. The two braced themselves, before jumping onto the boxcar, Lee landed safely, but Omid hit his shoulder and rolled off the roof, injuring his leg when he hit the ground.

Lee swung down into the boxcar, as Christa jumped out and helped Omid up. The two ran alongside the train, with Lee grabbing Omid and hauling him in. Omid started to get angry with Lee, only for the man to reach out and haul Christa into the boxcar as well. Lee gave the two a look, before walking up to the cab.

WLF

Lee sighed as he watched Clementine and Duck sleep. They’d been travelling for a little while now, leaving the Walkers and the tanker behind.

“So, what do we do when we get to Savannah?” Asked Lilly, leaning away from the controls, “I mean, aside from keeping the kids safe.”

Lee looked at Lilly, “Clementine mentioned that her parents stayed at a place called The Marsh House, we could head for there and then plan our next move.”

Lilly opened her mouth to respond, when music started playing from Clementine’s radio. Frowning, Lee picked up the radio, just as the music cut out.

“I… I thought that was broken.” Said Lilly, looking at Lee.

“So did I.” Responded Lee, looking down at the radio.

WLF

Lee was glad that they were heading towards the Marsh House, instead of braving the streets. Omid was limping behind them, while Lee and Lilly were keeping an eye on Duck and Clementine.

“See anything, Clem?” Asked Lee, as the girl frowned.

“There.” Clementine pointed at a sign that read ‘Marsh House’ with an arrow pointing upwards.

“Not much further.” Said Lee, as they rounded the corner. There were a few Walkers, but Lee noticed Clementine freezing, “Clem?”

Following Clementine’s gaze, Lee’s eye settled on a pair of Walkers, “Oh, man.”

“Those are…” Lilly trailed off, getting a short nod from Lee, “Clementine. Clem, look at me.” Clementine looked up at Lilly, “I know you’re upset, but I need you to focus, okay?” Clementine gave her a shaky nod, “Good.”

They quickly guided their small group into the hotel, with Lee blocking the doors with a couple of chairs. Sighing, Lee turned around, finding Christa had gone off to search the place, while Lilly talked to the kids.

“I’ll be back soon.” Said Lee, taking out his gun and walking into the halls of the hotel.

WLF

After a couple of hours, Lee and Christa returned to the lobby, having not finding any Walkers in the hotel. Lee checked behind the reception desk and grabbing a set of keys, within the hour, everyone had claimed a room, with Lee and Lilly quietly sitting in a room, watching the Walkers mulling around outside, while sharing a bottle of whiskey.

“So,” Lilly looked at Lee, “what’s the plan now? I mean, Clem’s found her parents and we’re at a hotel…”

“I have no idea.” Confessed Lee, as Lilly took a swig of the whiskey. Lee gave her a shrug and wandered over to the bed, with Lilly following and holding the bottle out to him.

Dropping onto the mattress, Lee took a swig from the bottle.

“It is nice that we don’t have to worry about someone keeping guard over the place.” Said Lilly, swaying close to Lee.

Lee hummed, before looking at Lilly. The pair stared at each other, then, in a moment of drunken impulse, they both leaned towards each other and kissed, before they both fell onto the bed.

WLF

Lee frowned as he and Christa walked along side the river. They’d been out on a supply run, ducking into stores and houses, looking for food and medicine. Lee and Lilly had woken up together, their clothes scattered around the room and themselves entwined with each other. They hadn’t talked about it, they’d just gotten dressed in silence and went about the tasks they had.

He didn’t know what he’d call what he and Lilly had. He knew that he had feelings for Carley, part of him wondered if he was using Lilly as a rebound, but another part of him dismissed that. Sighing, Lee looked across the water.

“That’s the seventh time you’ve sighed in five minutes.” Said Christa, getting Lee’s attention, “What’s on your mind.”

Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Lee spoke, “Lilly and I slept together.”

Christa paused, before frowning, “Okay…”

“And you know about… how we ended up on the road.” Said Lee, getting a sigh from Christa.

“I know that you and some other guy killed her Dad after he had a heart attack.” Responded Christa, “I can see how that would make things awkward.”

Lee nodded, just as they rounded a corner and came face to face with a blonde girl working on an RV, “Er… hello?”

WLF

Lilly frowned as Chuck checked on Omid, while Duck looked up at her. Omid’s condition had started to get worse after Lee and Christa went on the supply run, then Duck told her that Clementine had snuck off somewhere.

Part of her was angry, some of it because Lee helped kill her dad, the rest of it because Lee left without saying anything. Another part of her was happy to feel something other than loss, and a third part wondered how they’ll move forward from this. She and Lee had to look after Duck and Clementine, they’d only known Chuck a few days and Omid and Christa even less. Sure, they’d proven that they could be trusted, but they had practically nothing. They had a couple of rifles and some handguns, plus the knives that Lee found, and their meagre supplies were almost used up.

Sighing, Lilly looked towards the stairway door, just as Clementine and Christa appeared, with a blonde woman, “What the hell? Who the hell is this?”

“Her name’s Molly.” Said Christa, glancing back at her, “Lee and I stumbled across her while we were out getting supplies. Found her working on an RV.”

Lilly frowned, before looking behind them, “Where’s Lee?”

“We got ambushed by Walkers,” Said Christa, “the rest of us got to higher ground, but Lee had to go through the sewers.”

“Molly gave Lee her icepick.” Said Clementine, getting Lilly’s attention, wilting slightly when the woman looked at her.

“Clem,” Lilly crouched down, “what were you thinking? We don’t know how dangerous the streets are.”

“She’s actually the reason I didn’t kill your friends.” Said Molly, “Crawford doesn’t allow children.”

Lilly gave Molly a blank look.

“Crawford’s a community, apparently,” Supplied Christa, “they’re not big fans of children, the elderly, or anyone with a medical condition.”

Lilly frowned, before sighing, “Right, Chuck’s looking at Omid, other than that, nothing’s changed.”

Christa nodded, stepping past Lilly to see Omid. Molly looked around, “You know, I don’t think Crawford’s raided this place yet.”

WLF

Lee silently sighed as he and Vernon walked into the Marsh House. He paused at the number of dead Walkers lying in the lobby, “That’s… not good.” Lee looked at Vernon, “You might want to—”

Chuck suddenly appeared, heaving a Walker out of a door and dropping it on the pile, before he spotted Lee, “Oh, you’re back. That’s good, Lilly and the others are cleaning out some Walkers in the kitchen.”

Lee nodded and strode past Chuck, leaving the two old men behind. Lee drew his knife and went into the kitchen, stopped when he saw Lilly beating a Walker over the head with a frying pan, with Molly using a cleaver to put down the Walkers. Clementine and Duck were watching them take out the Walkers.

“I… guess things are under control.” Said Lee, as they dealt with the last Walker.

Lilly looked over at Lee, “Yeah, turns out we’ve got a lot of food.”

WLF

Vernon had taken a look at Omid, while Lee and Lilly talked. He told them that Omid needed medicine, and the only place they could get it was in Crawford. So, they’d decided that Lee and Christa would go to Crawford, with Molly and Vernon showing them the way. Chuck, having found out that he was a doctor, was going to stay at the hotel with Lilly and the kids watching over Omid. Molly said her RV needed a battery and gas, which Lee was going to help her get.

After seeing them off, Lilly went and checked on the kids, they’d been given the task of putting down some of the smaller Walkers, ones that didn’t have full bodies, and she found them covered in Walker guts. With a full Walker standing near them motionless, until Lilly walked in, when it turned and started limping towards her. Sooner than she’d’ve liked, Lilly found herself grappling with a Walker, before it suddenly fell to the floor and Clementine and Duck drove their knives into its head.

“What,” Gasped Lilly, “the hell happened?”

“Walkers can’t see us if we’re covered in them!” Grinned Duck, “And Clem and me kicked it’s legs making it fall!”

Lilly sighed, “C’mon, let’s get you two cleaned up.”

“I’d like that.” Said Clementine, “I smell gross.”

WLF

Lee and the others got back a few hours later, with Lilly filling them in about the kids’ discoveries. Christa had gone straight to Omid with the medicine and Lilly going with Molly to the RV, watching her back as she fitted the parts.

“How much longer until it’s ready?” Asked Lilly, looking at Molly.

“We just need to fill her up,” Said Molly, “and you can drive us outta here no problem.”

Lilly frowned, “Why am I driving?”

Molly suddenly looked embarrassed mumbled, “I don’t know how.”

Lilly blinked, before closing her eyes and sighing, “Just… just fill it up.”

There was a click behind Lilly, making her slowly turn around, coming face to face with Vernon and his group, “What?”

“This isn’t anything personal,” Said Vernon, pointing a gun at Lilly, “but we’ll be taking that RV.”

Lilly looked around the small group, finding that Vernon was the only one armed. Glaring at them, Lilly said, “No.” And pulled the trigger of her rifle, hitting Vernon in the gut, before pulling out her handgun and shooting the others. Lilly felt a pang of regret, only to get shoved by Molly as Vernon fired at her. Molly let out a cry, crumpling to the ground, while Lilly killed Vernon.

Rushing over, Lilly grabbed Molly and lifted her into the RV, before she searched the bodies of Vernon’s group and took what supplies and weapons they had and finished filling up the RV. The RV pulled up in front of the hotel, with Lee guiding the others out towards it.

“Christa, you’re driving.” Ordered Lilly, rushing up to Lee and Chuck, “Vernon’s group tried to jump us, Molly’s been shot.”

Thankfully, the RV was rather spacious, allowing Lee to put the kids and Omid a decent distance away from where Chuck was working on Molly. They watched as Chuck examined Molly’s injury, hoping the girl would be okay.

WLF

Molly bled out in the back of the RV. Vernon’s bullet had knicked an artery and lodged itself in her spine. Lee stabbed the back of Molly’s head to prevent her from reanimating, before Christa pulled over and they laid Molly to rest. Lilly didn’t say it, but it felt like they were laying the other members of their group to rest as well.

Lilly looked up at Lee from where her head was resting on his shoulder, before sighing and deciding to get some sleep. Omid was asleep while Clementine and Duck played a game, with Chuck joining Christa up front. Lee glanced down at Lilly, before looking around at the group, before finally settling on the massive stain of Molly’s blood. Closing his eyes, Lee decided to get some sleep, he’d need it if he was going to drive.

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OH MY WORD.🤣 I don't think I've ever laughed so hard reading a Thomas Fic!

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Julien Epaillard  (Foto: Thomas Reiner) Julien Epaillard mit furiosem Ritt zum Sieg Julien Epaillard   Lorenzo de Luca (ITA), der heute bereits im  Prix Franco Tucci  gesiegt hatte, war erster Reiter in der Winning Round. Mit dem 13-jährigen Wallach  F One USA eröffnete er die Entscheidung. Nach einer fehlerfreien Runde war er in  37,03 Sekunden im Ziel. Lorenzo de Luca auf Platz 2 Der Däne  Lars…

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Ok!

12 for Trevor

13

And I think 18

ok!!!! :)

sorry i rambled a lot so i'm readmoreing this LMAO

12. Character + Dialogue (Trevor)

“I’m putting up a sign. If your name is Annie Twilloil or Francis Beaumont, fuck off. Rabid cat inside. Or whatever.” Trevor waves a sleepy hand in the air. “Something something I’ll bite you.” (Chapter 2)

13. Talk about your growth from your first fic to now.

oh boy. it's been almost eight years. or maybe it has been eight years. you're sending me back to wattpad, buddy, i don't know if i can forgive that (fully joking).

i started writing my first real fic (for academic purposes we are talking about the first thing i posted, not all my elementary school flights of fancy) in junior high, mostly in spurts on the bus or back and forth on a shitty little usb drive that also carried my schoolwork. i'm pretty sure the main document was password protected and in a folder labeled something totally innocuous because i was thirteen and painfully embarrassed about writing supernatural fanfiction as though anyone else would ever use my memory stick, like, ever. flash forward to today where the writing folder on my laptop is 90% fic and i Do Not Care Anymore! but still with weird titles because that's just how these things go.

(but also shoutout to my first fic, which according to wattpad is still #939 in supernatural fic after alll these years. it's got a little medal next to it and everything. fuck yeah!)

when i read it i see a lot of things that mark a young writer - mostly characterisation issues, things that could be portrayed better, I hadn't gotten the hang of internal monologues yet so it's quite painfully objective (in comparison to my current taste and style). but, like, honestly? not bad. not bad at all. full respect to thirteen-year-old me for sticking through and writing, like, a full 50 thousand word thing without even realising it.

("alright, i did the math and, with various author's notes included because i wasn't going to put any more effort into this than what wattpad gave me, our wordcount for this fic was... 52,385. my third longest fic to date" -from a conversation with a friend a couple months ago, timestamp almost 2am. moral of the story: wattpad give us word counts please)

ANYWAY. aside from the, you know, wattpad stuff, what propelled me forward on that particular fic was both the existence of a full story in my head (and then some. rest in peace to the abandoned sequel) and some pretty cool folks to share it with. not stopping - and, indeed, writing more spn stuff before finally metamorphasis-ing into a theatre kid - was prompted through friends. so. friends are the reason for everything. another reason for everything was my move from wattpad to ao3, which happened somewhere in my move from junior high to high school (very symbolic i know) and subsequently allowed for such things as: greater audience! a comment section! sophistication! all the cool kids use ao3!

and, like, even ao3 era onwards. from 2016's newsies works to now there's like. improvement in plotting and planning! character voice and internal monologue! fun with structure! music! all these funky fresh things that i'm always so excited to work with. i don't even really have words to describe it anymore i just think it's fun as hell. it's just like. i will keep writing and i will keep getting better and these things are perpetual. and in several years with even more work under my belt i will be able to look back at what i've been doing the past couple years and do the exact same thing.

but all my love remains to the password-protected word docs that hold those supernatural fics from an earlier time. some of them saw the light of day and some of them straight up did not. all of them are still in my heart.

18. Share a line from a fic you'll never finish.

("cornley time travel au: is significantly better written, stronger interpersonal relationships, i actually know what i'm doing / supernatural OC apocalypse fic: written when my hubris knew no limits, has demons in the story. oh and em-dashes. i only started using em-dashes in like 2017" -same conversation as above)

remember how i wrote a sequel (threequel) to the lookout mmnis? i was also fully prepared to write a sequel to flat pack attack. rest in peace to flat pack attack: homeworld which will probably never see the light of day. the idea was good and a kid can dream

SAMPSON: You ever heard of… (reading from a page) a tailsman?

DELTA: Is it a talisman you mean?

Sampson squints at the page.

SAMPSON: No, this says tails. Like a monkey.

He sticks a hand near the base of his chair and does a tail approximation.

oh and secondary shoutout to another abandoned newsies au that drew on my experiences with high school theatre tech, aptly named welcome to hell - its namesake was something like:

He catches a glimpse of the whiteboard once again before he leaves. Someone, probably Jack again, has wiped out most of the letters in HOTEL CALIFORNIA - now it just reads WELCOME TO H EL L.

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When the news broke of the devastating passing of Olivia Newton-John in 2022, she left behind over 50 years of stellar hits and memorable acting roles that are still revered to this day. The Australian star had undoubtedly left a lasting legacy that few could ever hope to match up to. In 2018, reflecting on the accomplishments of her life, was the subject of a two-part miniseries to answer why…