#everett's dropped pen | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

lcveaffairs · 2 years ago

Text

(—) ★ spotted!! NASRIN NAZARI on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 24 year old looks like YARA SHAHIDI, but i don’t really see it. while the DANCE CHOREOGRAPHER / MODEL is known for being RESOURCEFUL my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be TWO-FACED i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song UNLOYAL BY SUMMER WALKER & ARI LENNOX { she/her / cis female} - penned by IVY, 21, CISFEMALE, SHE / HER

guys i have bad impulse control i didn't even make it a WEEK before caving !!

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 :

name : nasrin amira nazari age : twenty - four birthday : august 21 sign : leo birthplace : queens , nyc career : dance choreographer , model , & owner of nasessities ( more info below ) inspirations : ashley everett ( career - wise ) , dongeun from the glory ( revenge sub-plot ) , ginny & georgia ( her & her mom )

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 :

tw: brief mentions of child abandonment , homelessness & stripping

nasrin amira nazari was born the only child to an iranian father & black mother in queens , nyc ! she comes from humble beginnings , w neither of her parents making much money. her dad was a lawyer , fresh on the scene , gaining more experience than he was money. her mom was a college student , still 20 by the time nasrin's born , and in school to be a pediatrician !

her parents split up only a year after nasrin's born though , after her father gets cold feet and takes off without a word. her mom , with a heightened responsibility over nasrin now , is forced to move in w her parents & drop out of school to work full-time in order to be able to properly care of nasrin.

but job hunting is hard , and despite months of searching there's no prospective options. until a friend of her mom tells her the local strip club is hiring for dancers , and they pay good money. while there was hesitation on her part initially , her mom was willing to do whatever it took to keep nasrin happy , so she takes the job.

in the mornings , her mom would get to spend time with nasrin & take her around the city , showing her all there was to see & teaching her everything she knew. but the nights she worked , nasrin would stay w her grandparents , fast asleep by the time her mom snuck out the bed and off to work.

yasrin always knew her mom was a " dancer " , as simple as that , and loved the attention it gave her. she always boasted about it , telling all her friends she wanted to be a star - whatever kind - just like she knew her mom was , and always loved dancing around the kitchen to 90's music until she couldn't anymore.

her grandparents , however , were made to believe she had finished school & gotten a night shift as a pediatrician. one night when she's 4 , nasrin naively told her grandparents her mom was a dancer , which caused a lot of confusion. this eventually blew up until revealing her mom's real profession , and got them kicked out the house. they offered to keep nasrin , but her mom refused , wanting them to be together above anything.

nasrin had been really insistent on wanting to be a star recently , and her mom saw how her eyes lit up everytime she puts on a show in the middle of the living room. by the day her mom was kicked out , her mom has lost nearly everything , but not nasrin. so from then on , she decides that she'll live to do whatever it takes to make sure her child doesn't have anything else taken from her.

the two float around - from hotels , to cheap monthly apartment rentals , to couchsurfing with friends. it's a lot , and it's difficulties slowly morph nasrin into a smart , quick-witted girl who's resourcefulness is her best friend. but she's never without the undying love of her mom. all this time , she's submitting dozens of auditions to different companies for nasrin , hoping soon she'll catch her big break.

eventually , she's offered a small guest role in a popular children's show at the time , but filming took place in la. instead of just flying there and back , her mom makes the drastic decision to just move , desperate to leave all the tension and drama of new york behind. so , she buys a discounted rv , transforms it into the best home they could , and sets off towards the city of angels.

by then , her mom had a lot saved up , so put her all into funding nasrin's dreams. ballet lessons , acting lessons , she has it all. and yet she feels ... different from the other girls , whose parents roll up in their bentleys and firmly-pressed collars. not only that , but she discovers very soon the reality of the entertainment industry , and how willing others are to let you fall if it meant they had a chance to climb down the ladder.

soon enough , some of la's most wealthy ( and unloyal ) husbands land themselves in strip clubs with wandering eyes , and it's not long before people find out what her mom does. she never doubted her mom was a dancer , and she was proud , but when her peers find out what kind she's quick to become a laughing stock , the target of ruthless bullying by those around her. " you're a different kind of rich , " she's told at 13 one day by her ballet teacher , who's firm fingernails hold her chin between them. " you're not old money , or new money . . . . you're dirty money. "

and that's the day that nasrin's heart starts growing cold. where all her differences become that much more apparent , and her end goal seems just a little further. but it doesn't discourage her , it fuels her.

once nasrin's old enough to understand , her mom explains everything to her , including where she really worked & how they came to live in cali. and while her mom was soooo nervous to tell her nasrin's literally like - you mean to tell me this is what people have been harrasing us for years over ?? she was just completely understanding and in fact found it weird everyone had made it such a big deal that her mom had a less conventional job.

that day , she puts all her acting & music dreams away to focus on dancing & dancing alone. it was her truest love , yes , but she also felt a burning to desire to become just like the thing everyone seemed to hate but she so deeply loved - her mother. so , she spends the rest of her childhood & teenage years on competition shows , dancing in musicals , performing backup for artists - whatever would get her face out there.

by the time she's out of high school , she's got a way more defined style , and is already making a name for herself in la. but after an appearance on a survival show , she's offered the chance of a lifetime at only 19 - join the tour of a famous musician as a backup dancer for the performance. she didn't know it then , but this skyrocketed her career , as she went viral for her solo , gaining major attention.

following that , things really kick off as she starts to become a familiar face within numerous entertainer's performances. she's even starting to get known for her unique choreography , which fuses the hard-hitting precision of hip hop styles with the grace and fluidity of ballet. in 2021 , she gets the honor of returning to tour with the artist , this time as the dance captain.

since , nasrin's been able to snag other appearances , such as dancing with the stars ( 2022 ) and as a guest judge on a competition show ! she's also modeled for several campaigns , most being either makeup or athletic brands. lastly , she's got a youtube channel , NASNAZ , where she occasionally posts covers , bts footage of tour life / dance performances , as well as other miscelanious vlogs !

but here's the reeeal tea. so a lot of those same girls she went to school with who so often bullied her are now stars in their own right , some smaller & some bigger. but nasrin never forgot what they did , and she doesn't intend on letting it slide , either. so , with a range of top - celeb contacts at her disposal now , she's made it her mission to use her career for the greater ... bad. she smiles in their face and says how good it is to catch up , but won't hesitate to send some gossip she overheard to celeb blogs , sabotage a performance to make them look bad , or whatever else it takes to bring them down to where they brought her.

now we thought karter's intro was bad THIS IS EVEN LONGER !!! i proomise to hush now

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 :

when it comes to dancing , nasrin does not play around !! shes felt like people don't take her seriously - both due to her background and age - her entire life of dancing . so while those who first meet her think she's just a stuck-up dancer with no manners , it's not the truth . she's just gotten to the age where she's proved herself enough to earn a seat at the table , and she has no intention of making others feel like they can belittle her again.

on that note , she can be harsh , but it's because she's a perfectionist. she won't yell without good reason , and as captain she's also incredibly close to her dancers. will tell you without hesitation the last run you did was awful , but will also praise you when you've done your best , and says love you to all the dancers at the end of every night.

this year she debuted her brand , nasessities , a playon of her name that makes athleisure both affordable and stylish ( inspo : fabletics ) ! the huge part of the branding is inclusion , since it's something she hasn't always felt ! the band promotes body-inclusive models , wide ranges of sizing , as well as positive affirmation through branding !

huuuuge momma's girl. her mom really lost everything just to protect her & her dreams , so she quite literally thanks her everyday for it. in 2020 , she was able to buy a house for both her and her mom in la , where they both currently live. it's split in two sections , so they still feel like they live separate , but know they're only a staircase away from being with each other !

also when ashley started to become financially independent , she was able to go to school , now her mom's finally achieved her dream of becoming a pediatrician , by the way :')

definitely can get shrouded in her own work and forget to relax but is slowly trying to learn to balance work and play. oddly enough , she thinks she's too young to have fun , as she's scared it gives the public an excuse not to take her seriously , and that she could fall off after just one wrong move. so she can come off as a little tense in that regard , but once she let's go , she let's go.

speaking of , she can be very spontaneous when experiencing heightened emotions. i'd say usually she plays it safe , but when she feels intensely stressed , angry , excited , or sad , her body is on AUTOPILOT LMAOAOA. she simply will not care !! while in her career this can be great for when she has to make very last-minute creative choices. but in her personal life , it often lands her in a lot of messy situations.

also this probably doesn't come off as a shock but she is sooo competitive ! partially from birth , partially due to the pressure of being in the entertainment industry since she was young ! but she will literally even fight to the death playing rock paper scissor do not play w her HAHA !

i wouldn't say she hates celebrity culture but she ... hates celebrity culture LMAO ??? she's grown so cynical to the idea after being exposed to the uglier sides of it since an early age. she definitely knows there's still good celebs , and has numerous friends in the industry , in fact. but the cliche snobby , nepo baby , hot shit types ?? she cannot staaand them ! they really remind her of the type of people she encountered when she was younger.

but , like i said before , she's more of a calculated person , so she tends to be very kind to these people to their face. it's only to those who know her best that she complains about them , and for those who really wronged her she's sure to get revenge in her own time , without bringing suspicion to herself !

v much so the type to offend you but you don't realize until you walk away ?? she's v slick when she wants to be , but also knows she's at a disadvantage due to dancers being seen as "lesser" than to the main entertainers / actresses / etc. so , she's slick if she claps back s to not stir up too much drama & ruin her brand.

ex. she once danced backup for one of her old classmates who used to bully her as well , who's now a singer who's main selling point is all their performances are live. during a blackout in the performance , nasrin pushed the mic out their hand , so when the lights came back on and the track was still playing , they were exposed for lip singing , causing a huge stir online.

but for those who haven't wronged her ( LMAO ) , nasrin is a genuine friend who , although blunt at times , truly loves and puts energy to those she loves most. being an only child , she's a little spoiled affection-wise in her own right , too. but she was always raised not to let fame get to her head , so she's always putting in an effort to being kind to those who are fans of hers & staff.

romantically , she takes time to open up due to lack of trust & not quite believing in the concept of love yet ! she holds herself back , mainly though , because she knows how deeply she fall in loves. when she says she doesn't half-ass anything she means it !! puts her all into loving other's , but consequently , is very selective with who she loves out of fear of hurting herself.

she has a bengal cat named cleopatra , but shortened to cleo. she would literally DIE for her HAHA , i don't doubt that she spams her instagram story with pics of them together at least twice a day.

ok let's wrap it up damn !!

𝐖𝐂𝐒 :

artist who gave her her first big break !! this would've been anywhere between 2018 - 2019 , and they would be at least relatively big since this brought a lot of attention to her ! she would also now be their dance captain for tour performances. this could be someone who genuinely discovered her & really wanted to give a young dancer a chance to prove themselves ! or , they could've been pressured to do it for pr , and they actually don't get along at all off camera. it could literally go anywhere !

on that note , also other celebrities who she's worked with / performed with ! or even celebs who come to her to improve their dance skills in their private time. it could really be in any capacity , as long as it's around 2019 onward ! good , bad , wholesome , messy , i love all the dynamics !

also anyone on or who was on her dance team !! i don't know if there are currently any other dncers but if so i would loveee her to have dance friends if not this could be a great idea for a new muse 👀

any celebs she has drama with from back in the day !!! oooh this one is messy. as u saw tldr nasrin was often picked on for not being a " conventional " rich kid & now has a personal vendetta against her bullies who became famous ! either this person knowingly sabotaged nasrin for their own benefit , was one of the ones who picked on her , or their parents just picked on her & she completely misguided her anger and targeted the whole family ?? whatever font you want lmaoo !! anyways , nasrin never forgot , and now has something personally against this muse.

aside from the childhood revenge subplot siojoisios , casual enemies or even healthy competition would be so fun !! ofc also the messy exes plots too ! i'm sorry so many of these are messy LMAO she's just such a fiery spirit it's only natural

someone please thaw her heart out a little and give her somebody to have a little crush on HAHA !! she can be so in her head sometimes that i think it'd be cute for her to have a little romance !

also casual fwbs and all that !! tourin life is hard she gets lonely okay LMFAO !! anywho she could definitely also use some more casual connections that provide physical company without all the emotions tied in !

pr relationship !! especially maybe after a scandal one of them had ?? it could be current or ended , but i think it'd be equally funny if they absolutely hated each other the entire time or surprisingly actually started to like each other ??

childhood friends !! could be someone from nyc , but since she moved to cali relatively young they could be from there , too ! i'f they're from cali , it could be someone who either went to school w her ! i'd love her to have a friend who grew up w connections & whose family was well-established, and helped her adjust to the lifestyle ! esp since she can be so pessimistic about nepo babies sometimes it could be someone who gives them a better name & she gets really close too !!

and ofc the obvious ones - besties , party buddies , coworkers , all that !!

give me mess give me tea give me plots <;33

#hillzintro #yall it's so long I'M SORRY !!!! 😭#establishing bg takes FOREVER

7 notes · View notes

goonsgospel · 1 year ago

Note

I need to know more about Ev immediately (also it's hilarious to me you chose jerma as the voice claim bc that's my voice claim for spam 😭)

Ok SO

I believe I've mentioned before but Ev was not always a UTDR oc, in fact Everett isn't his real name at all! "Everett" is simply an iteration of another character I've been working on for the better part of five years. A catalyst to organize and rationalize any self-insert characters, but also something much more personal.

Everett, much like Spamton, is a living contradiction; One and many, sweet and sour, cowardice and courage, wielder of the pen and the sword. It's all very poetic until you realize he's the biggest idiot this side of the multiverse (I say this with affection, of course.)

This is actually something I've been meaning to talk about for awhile, but my thoughts and my drafts get so jumbled that I just Don't. Anywho, the way Ev and Spam's dynamic works is very similar to this concept of contradiction: they're too similar, yet too different. They can barely stand one another, yet they rely on each other because right now, that's all they have. Spamton, alone after being used to further some unknown being's goals, only to be discarded, and Everett, alone in a city he doesn't understand as he runs from something he can barely stand to think about. Again, beautiful poetry until you realize they're both dumb as bricks.

You know that cow tools comic? I think about it a lot in terms of writing and storytelling, and I cannot think of a better example to describe how writing Ev went. The pen/sword has been a concept I've held onto for awhile, like pre-Deltarune Ch1 release. Kris using their pencil as a sword occurred to me as I was playing, which was surreal in the best way. It was only after I designed Ev, with his blue cloak, that I found this:

There are many more accidental connections I've made, some very glaring in the context of Ev's story (wings, wink wink), but I've been rambling for long enough.

I have the basic outline of a story blocked out. I'm hesitant to post it, or even continue writing it, but I do truly enjoy doing it. I love dropping hints, but actually telling a story seems so much more fun.

Regardless, I can't thank you enough for your ask. I absolutely adore talking about Ev, and I have SO MUCH to talk about. This barely scratches the surface. I know I've mentioned this before but I love your work, and you taking an interest in mine too is so so cool!! I'm always more than willing to spill some secrets about my characters.

(Also, Spamton is 100% Jerma voice coded, but that one clip of Tom Kenny in jimmy neutron catches my attention all the same. I think I'll let Ev and Spam share a voice claim. As a treat)

#im normall im normal normal #everett oc #ask goon #ALSO HIIIII HOW YOU DOING MY FRIEDN

2 notes · View notes

radioisntdead · 27 days ago

Text

Beautiful fool

Song used

The greenhouse was cold, awkward and still, Victoria sat across from one of her the children she had failed in life, the only one of those children to end up in hell, her youngest one, Octavia, or as she demanded to be called, Ace, a rather plain name in her opinion but she was already on thin ice, so thin that she was practically already in the freezing water under the ice, so she would call her by that name.

She looked at her hands trying to find the words to say, she was very lucky that Ace had accepted to see her, after their last encounter down here she thought she'd never see her again.

The girl in front of her had her elbow on the table, her hand on her cheek watching as she spun a pen around between her claw-like fingers, she remembered when those fingers were small, when the girl Infront of her was a scared little thing, she wondered if she would still be down here if she had left her with her parents, would've her actual mother given her the love she was supposed to have?

"Do you know what I did when my baby was born?" She started causing the girl in front of her to raise an eyebrow, "which one? Thomas or Clementine?" "Clementine." She said before continuing her singing.

"You don't because no one was there," "I also wasn't born yet," Victoria didn't pay that comment of hers no mind.

"My baby was maybe an hour old," she remembered holding Clementine for the first time, when Thomas came out he looked like her, hair as dark as the night sky and striking blue eyes but Clementine? She came out like her father, her bastard of a father.

"And Everett was God knows where," her husband was a nice man, a great man, he would give you the shirt off his back, he loved his children, and wife.

But he was horribly neglectful, not paying her any mind when she could've died after giving birth to Clementine or when she had a brief illness and him disappearing for months on end didn't help any.

"Coming out of the ether, my head full of smoke," Victoria got up from the chair she was sitting on, dancing around the greenhouse, brushing her hand against a pink rose growing from one of the pots.

""It's a girl," the nurse said" she remembered watching as the nurse carried her baby away to clean the blood off of her.

"And I broke," she pulled her hand back from the rose "I broke,"

"Do you know what I did when my baby was born?" She looked at Ace, who simply stared at her, "When I found out that she was a she?" Her only biological daughter, the last child to come out of her, Clementine.

"I prayed that my beautiful child would be the fool," she had gingery hair that would later fade, beautiful hazel eyes that reminded her of her own mother, who she named her daughter after, Clementine was loved and pitied from the moment she entered this cruel unforgiving world.

"That I could never be," Victoria was intelligent, she was smarter than any of her brothers, she was clever and talented if she had just been giving the opportunities her male peers were, she would've been someone more then who she was, she never wanted to have kids, but she didn't have a choice.

"Let my girl be a fool to whom it won't occur, that the choices she makes in this life are never hers," Victoria shook her head, placing her hands on her stomach.

"Never hers, never hers."

Victoria picked up the teapot that rested on the table, pouring herself another cup before doing the to Ace, the daughter that she shared not a single drop of blood with, the daughter she couldn't bring herself to love nor pity.

"Thе best thing a girl can be in this world is a beautiful little fool," Victoria's hands held tightly onto the teapot, neither of her daughters were fools, the only difference is that her eldest daughter got very, very lucky and her youngest, well, those markings around her neck was enough unsaid.

"The best thing a girl can be in this world is a beautiful little fool," she stared down at the teapot, covered in a rose pattern.

"The best thing a girl can be in this world," she dropped the teapot onto the table it clattering against the thick glass, she sat back in the chair, sitting properly like she had been taught to do.

"Is charming and blithe," she took a deep breath in, looking at the girl in front of her, someone she had taught to be a fool and had left to fend for herself out on the streets, over something as simple as a pie.

"And polished, reposed" She wasn't the only child she had failed, she had failed all of her children, Her Thomas, Clementine, along with Ace and Christopher.

She had hurt them in a way that could never be truly forgiven and she paid the price for that every day in this hell.

"An absolute rose, and a fool" she stared at the rose she was touching a few moments before.

It was silent after that, an uncomfortable long silence before it was broken with a single word.

"Yeah."

I JUST VOMITED THIS OUT IN AN HOUR AAAAAAAAAA VICTORIA WAS ONLY MEANT TO BE A BACKGROUND CHARACTER AAAAA

#hazbin oc #hazbin hotel oc #oc fics

1 note · View note

clochanamarc · 1 year ago

Text

@agntross asked: 💕 (u know this shit been comin’ for a long time hehehehe)

she calls him three days after they part ways. not because she didn't want to see him, or didn't know what she might say when she saw him next. no. it took three days, an absurd amount of elbow grease, seven tide pens and countless google searches to finally get the blood stain out of his shirt. a tiny drop, stubborn, taunting, reminding them of a close call that nearly got everett killed back in the early days of their travels.

" don't worry. i'll send you the laundry bill. "

" i have seven kids at home. i think i can clean a little blood off a sleeve. "

she very nearly failed her own earnest predictions. but then, at 6 this morning, following the fifteenth dose of baking soda and lemon juice, it finally faded out of sight. that one, stupid, godforsaken pinprick of red caved. and she texted everett a photo and a voice message suggesting a place to meet. after all, she did owe him a good meal. months of promises had to mean something, right?

when he shows up an hour later, the diner is closed up, and she's sitting on the doorstep, his shirt folded pain-stakingly in her lap. it's only when he steps into view that aisling's face lights up with a smile. six months ago, they'd been rushing out of her apartment with just a few bits in a plastic bag and a cluster of agents left to take care of the kids. it's a jarring yet entirely lovely change to know that they're all at school, safe and sound, leaving the only danger to the capable hands of the PTA presidents and their lethal legacy.

" i made some coffee inside. and a proper breakfast; figured it was the least i could do. and let me tell you, i'll be glad to see the last of this shirt-- "

it's not the first time they've kissed. but somehow, with nobody around to hide from or pretend in front of, this is the first time she's ever taken full stock of it. the first time she's felt that connection, and yearned for more without feeling foolish for doing so. his hand cradles her cheek, fingertips tracing gently in her hair, and their lips meet with the kind of perfect magnetism that she's only ever seen before in broken plate shards. they touch, they join, and they connect. the shirt ( that stupid damn shirt ) drops into the most misfortunately placed puddle in the world, and her free hands lift, one buried into his hair, the other balanced gently against his shoulder, two sides waging a war between wanting more and fearing the risk of frightening him off.

it's not until the sleeve of the shirt unravels in the mucky water and nearly trips her over that she finally stops for air, careful not to pull apart too much. " god... i thought it'd never happen. what took you so long? " breathless words conclude with a teasing smile, and her hand moves from his shoulder to his hand. " wanna come inside? "

#agntross #( ' a soul for a soul... ' / reply. )#( v 001: cathair na aisling. ( main verse. ) )#( LISTEN I WANNA EDIT BUT I ALSO NEED TO WASH THE COCONUT OIL OUT OF MY HAIR )#( BUT THIS IS IT THIS IS MY FERALITY AT A PEAK )#( I LOVE THEM A STUPID AMOUNT WTF-- )

1 note · View note

wiypt-writes · 3 years ago

Text

25 Days Of CHRIS-mas Interactive Christmas Calendar

So, I thought this year I would get into the spirit and run an interactive Calendar of sorts.

There are no deadline, no rules… just a list of 24 Characters, plus the man himself.

So, what do you do?

Simple! Just pen a drabble or one shot for the character which corresponds with the date, use the hashtag #wiypt25daysofchrismas and tag me and voila!

You’re free to do as you see fit with the characters! OCs, reader inserts… dark, smut, fluff. But no underage or bodily fluid play please… I won’t reblog anything like that!

Please use the read more tag if you post anything over 100 words or so… and obviously ensure your fics contain the relevant warnings.

Kicking off on 1st December! Characters and their dates below the cut!

Wiypt Masterlist

Participant Masterlist

1 Jake Wyler (Not Another Teen Movie)

2 Kyle (Perfect Score)

3 Ryan (Cellular)

4 Bryce Langley (Fierce People)

5 Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four)

6 Syd (London)

7 Mace (Sunshine)

8 Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries)

9 Paul Diskant (Street Kings)

10 Jimmy Dobyne (Loss Of A Tear Drop Diamond)

11 Nick Gant (Push)

12 Jake Jensen (The Losers)

13 Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim)

14 Mike Weiss (Puncture/Injustice)

15 Steve Rogers (Captain America)

16 Colin Shea (What’s Your Number)

17 Mr. Freezy (The Iceman)

18 Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

19 Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

20 Me (Playing It Cool)

21 Frank Adler (Gifted)

22 Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

23 Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

24 Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

25 Chris Evans (as himself!)

#wiypt25daysofchrismas #Chris Evans #Chris Evans characters

113 notes · View notes

whatsonmedia · 3 years ago

Text

Wednesday Wisdom- Top Book Collection of the Week!

Black people have always been discriminated throughout the world for their colour and ethnicity. There is no perfect time to honour them for their struggles, stories and journey of life. This month is the Black History Month- which marks the history of their ethnicity and their struggles for identity and acceptance in the society. To celebrate their struggle, many new books by Black authors are being released. Books provide us solace, joy, and a way to escape reality. But for Black people the reality itself is presented through medium of pen and paper. With "Black Live Matter" movement gaining momentum worldwide against the atrocities committed against them. WhatsOn brings some of the top books by Black authors which you can add to your collections. What the Fireflies Knew by Kai Harris*** what the fireflies knew In this heartfelt portrayal of Black girlhood, KB's world is turned upside down when her father dies of an overdose. Leaving a mountain of debt behind. As a result, KB's mother drops her and her teenage sister to their grandfather. Over the summer, KB has trouble making friends and staying connected with her sister. As she tries to bring her family together before school starts. As she tries to bring her family together, she's forced to move from her childish perception into harsh realities. Kai Harris's coming-of-age debut captures all the nuance and vulnerability of growing up Black and poor in America. On Rotation By Shirlene Obuobi *** on Rotation The novel explores the struggles and expectations of the immigrant experience, from the perspective of Angie Appiah. She is the eldest daughter of a Ghanian household who has been a success her whole life. However, when she fails a major medical school exam and her boyfriend breaks up with her, that her life get unraveled. The Accidental Pinup by Danielle Jackson**** the accidental pinup Cassie is a plus-size Black photographer who is offered the opportunity to shoot and direct a nationwide campaign aimed at empowering plus-size body types. After some minor incidents occur, she ends up a model instead of a photographer. Which would be just fine, if she wasn't working with her competitor, fellow photographer Reid Montgomery. But enemies can turn to lovers, and the romance that blossoms is irresistible. How to Live Without You by Sarah Everett**** how to live without you Emmy and Rose are sisters and best friends who separate when their parents get a divorce. Six years later, Rose disappears, and Em decides to pay a visit to her father in Ohio and look for her missing older sister. However, the longer she searches, the more she realizes how little she knew about Rose. This touching YA novel tackles family dynamics and the bond of Black sisterhood. Cafe Con Lychee by Emery Lee*** cafe Con Lychee Out-and-proud Theo and closeted Gabi are rival sons of competing family business. An Asian-American cafe and a Puerto Richan bakery, respectively. When a new fusion cafe threatens to destroy families' businesses and their dreams, they form an unlikely alliance running an underground coffee and boba shop at school. And of course, they must also navigate their growing feelings for one another. Read the full article

2 notes · View notes

lifeofkaze · 4 years ago

Text

An Art of Balance #37 (Bonus)

Orion Amari x MC

A/N: First bonus chapter! Quite some people asked me when Everett might get what he deserves. Well, here you go (finally)! Judith Harris belongs to @judediangelo75 , David Willows to @that-scouse-wizard and Katriona KC Cassiopeia – as always – to my wonderful wifey @kc-needs-coffee

Warning: The smallest mention of blood

Word Count: ~ 2.700

_________________________________

Bonus - Chapter 37: Doppelbeater Defense

Despite of the biting wind in her face as she whizzed through the air, Lizzie could feel a drop of sweat making its way down beneath her shoulder blades and along her spine. Ignoring the soft tickle, she gripped the Quaffle tighter and held it to her body as she ducked beneath a Bludger send in her direction by Erika Rath and prepared to make her move.

Whipping her broomstick sideways at the last possible moment, she used the momentum to let go of the Quaffle and send it through the left one of the other team’s hoops. The Keeper had no chance to block her throw and she broke into a grin as the goalposts lit up for a moment, signalling her success to the crowd.

“Jameson scores for her team in an almost artistic manner!” Murphy reaffirmed only moments later. “Her choice of hoop came 68.5 % unexpected and left the Keeper with no chance to deflect the Quaffle in time.”

Her grin widened as she flew along the stands and let the whooping of the fans spur her on. Considering that they were only playing a friendly, the stands were packed. The Quidditch season was over and Hufflepuff the reigning Quidditch champion; to let out some of the penned up energy, Orion and Rath had decided to organise a mixed match for the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw teams. With the exams being almost over, a lot of their peers had found their way onto the scalding hot pitch today, just happy to escape the dusky shadows of the castle for a few hours.

In full flight, she held onto the handle of her broom before coming into a standing position as she surfed past her friends, raising her fist into the air. Lizzie had pretty much abandoned broom surfing for a long time, but had picked it up again this year; ever since she and Orion had started dating officially three weeks earlier, it had slowly but surely developed into her favourite way to celebrate a scored goal.

Sitting down, Lizzie made her way back into the middle of the pitch again. With a smile just as bright as her own, Orion came up beside her, visibly proud of both her goal and her skilled display of his favourite flying technique; he had taught it to her after all. He clapped his gloved hand on her shoulder and gave her the smallest wink. When the Quaffle re-entered the game, he smirked, turned around and was gone chasing after it.

Completely lost in thought, Lizzie stared after him. The place on her shoulder where his hand had rested only moments earlier, was still tingling and she felt her heart beat faster. She watched as he relieved Skye of the Quaffle with a laugh and a graceful swipe of his hand. Even though it had been some time since they had gotten together now, the thought that he was actually her boyfriend still felt surreal to her.

She was violently broken out of her dazed state when she saw a Bludger racing towards her at a ridiculous speed. It was aimed straight for her head and she only managed to duck out of it’s way at the last moment. She could feel the air move as it whizzed past her, her heart beating in her ears, this time from pure adrenaline. She let out a shaky breath; that had been a close one.

Straightening up again, she whipped her broomstick around and flew over to Everett, who had beat the iron sphere her way. He smirked at her flustered state as she came to a halt directly in front of him.

“Are you mad or what?” Lizzie snapped at him. “This is supposed to be a friendly! We don’t go for the head in a friendly!”

Unimpressed, Everett looked her up and down haughtily. “Shut it, Jameson, it’s your problem if your distracted.”

His sneer turned into a derogatory smirk as he continued, “You’d better focus, sunshine; we wouldn’t want that pretty face of yours smashed, would we? I guess, the captain would like you considerably less then. After all, there’s not much more to you than a halfway decent look.”

Her temper flaring for a moment, Lizzie had the strong urge to just push Everett of his broom and be done with it. Instead, she took a deep breath, grit her teeth and left him behind. Arguing with the sixth-year was no use; she knew it was his hurt pride speaking. He had been shooting snide remarks at her ever since she and Orion had become a couple. Letting him get under her skin was exactly what he wanted.

Even though she tried to ignore his comments, Everett was far from done with her. Every time she came close to him over the course of the match, he was shouting a new profanity at her, every new one worse than the last. After a while, despite her best efforts, his verbal attacks were distracting her so much she couldn’t concentrate on playing anymore.

Her passes were starting to get unprecise, her manoeuvres were failing more often than not. When she tried to bring the Quaffle past the opposing Keeper, her throw got blocked with ease. Annoyed with herself, Lizzie gave vent to her frustration with a scream and a hit against the handle of her Comet.

Her increasing anger didn’t go unnoticed by Orion. Hovering beside her, he was trying to centre her again with his calm, reassuring voice until Lizzie felt her rage melt away at the sight of his smile. Taking a deep breath, she smiled at him thankfully and returned into action by his side.

But Orion hadn’t been the only one to notice Everett’s constant slurs. Judith and Katriona, who was one of the Ravenclaws playing on Lizzie’s team, had already shared more than one eyeroll ever since Everett had started attacking their friend. All of them were sick and tired of his rudeness anyway, but his behaviour today was just downright disgusting.

When the Hufflepuff Beater made the mistake of sending a Bludger to the spot where both of them were hovering in the air, KC and Judith only needed to share a look between them to know what to do.

Anticipating the rotating Bludger with their bats raised and ready, they hit the Bludger both at the same time. It changed its course back to its sender with incredible speed, leaving Everett no time to dodge it. With an audible, ugly sounding crack it collided with his nose, blood spurting out of his nostrils as he dropped his bat and cried out in pain.

Murphy winced into his megaphone as the stands around him erupted into cheers. “Ouch, that must have hurt, ladies and gentlemen! Someone had better get Madam Pomfrey to take a look at this, there’s a 98.6 % chance of a really nasty bruise.”

The laughter in Murphy’s clear voice was very badly hidden and he had to clear his throat before he could continue. “But all jokes aside, the only thing more fabulous than this perfect display of one of the most challenging Beater manoeuvres known to any skilled Quidditch strategist is the sheer perfection of the two players conducting it! With Harris’s unmatched strength and Cassiopeia’s unrivalled technique, the Tigress and Ravenclaw’s rising star effectively knock Everett out of the game, giving their team a considerable advantage.”

It was true; Everett had clapped his hands in front of his face and was in no state to stay on his broomstick much longer, let alone continue playing. His eyes shot daggers at them through his fingers, Judith glaring back and KC only shrugging it off nonchalantly; he’d had it coming after all.

Luckily for all of them, the Snitch had been caught pretty quickly after KC and Judith had broken Everett’s nose, leaving no room for more injuries, accidental or no.

Being a member of his original team, Orion had insisted on escorting Everett to the Hospital Wing, however impossible he might have acted. Madam Pomfrey had been busy when they had arrived, so her assistant had taken care of him. Her healing spells were usually impeccable, but today she claimed she had been distracted by a nasty headache. Lizzie suspected very much she hadn’t been distracted at all. They had left a cursing and ranting Everett to her further care and had made their way to the Great Hall.

With one more exam still ahead of them, Murphy and Orion had separated from the rest of the team to go over their notes together, while Judith, KC and Lizzie had found seats at the Hufflepuff table.

They were chatting about the match, the Charms exam taking place in two days’ time and the prospect of new players come next season. While KC was enjoying the prospect of fresh blood, both Lizzie and Judith were sighing at the idea of having to spend another year with Everett on their team.

“You know, David Willows could step up,” Judith suggested between two bites of her dinner. “He’d fit the team so much better than that airhead.”

Lizzie tilted her head. “I thought he was stuck in detention forever.”

“Only for the whole year, next year he should be free again,” Judith shrugged, “if he doesn’t do any more stupid stunts, that is.”

“Any more stupid stunts and get caught, you mean,” KC added with a smirk.

Judith laughed. “Naturally.”

Her golden eyes wandered from her friends’ faces to something in Lizzie’s back and one of her eyebrows arched in dismay. “Speaking of the devil…”

Lizzie turned around to see Everett stomping their way. His face was looking truly dreadful; his nose was hidden under a thick bandage and the skin around it red and bruised. The proportions of his usually not unattractive face were oddly contorted by the swelling. What was visible of the rest of his face was screaming murder as he approached them.

He drew himself up to his full height as he stared down at the three girls. He would have looked threatening had his broken nose not made quiet wheezing noises every time he breathed.

“Look what you did to my face,” he snarled at them through gritted teeth, his fists shaking with rage. “This is all your fault! That incompetent amateur of a healer said my nose might not go back to the way it was before! You’ll answer for this!”

Lizzie shifted uncomfortably in her seat under his glare. She was honestly sick of him and his attitude and wished he would just leave them in peace; she’d had her share of insults for the day and was too tired to get into a fight.

Judith and KC, on the other hand, didn’t seem to share her notion. Judith looked him up and down, her muscular arms crossed in front of her chest, while KC’s eyes never left him. She took a deliberately slow sip of her coffee.

“I don’t see your problem,” she answered coolly after setting her mug back down. “How did you put it? It’s your fault if you’re distracted.”

She turned her attention to her fingernails, as if the sheer presence of the seething Hufflepuff Beater was boring her out of her mind.

“Look at it that way: a crooked nose might suit you after all,” she continued. “I heard it gives people more character; Godric knows you’d need that.”

Despite herself, Lizzie had to snort into her cup of pumpkin juice at KC’s words. This turned out to be a mistake, however, when Everett turned all his attention on her.

He stepped forward, right into Lizzie’s personal space. He was effectively towering over her with no chance for her to get away as he bend down to hiss into her face.

“I have no idea what’s so funny about that, Jameson. Only because you’re shagging the captain doesn’t mean you’re special in any way. Harming your teammate intentionally is against the rules, I’ll have you and Harris kicked off the team. You’ll regret this!”

He abruptly straightened himself up and began striding away, head held high, not even sparing them another glance. If he had, he had probably seen KC turning and sneakily sticking her foot out. He caught on it and swayed for a moment before he tipped over and landed face down onto the floor with a resounding bang. He screamed and Lizzie was sure to hear the crunch deformed bones for a second time that day.

Everett turned around, staring up at them with pain and hate edged onto his face. He opened his mouth to say something but there was nothing coming out of it but a loud, high pitched whine.

Not impressed in the slightest, KC rose from her seat and set a foot on Everett’s chest to prevent him from getting up. Bending down, her long, strawberry blonde curls almost grazing his face, she locked eyes with him. There was a fury burning in her blue eyes that made him go cold on the inside.

“You’re right, harming your teammates is against the rules – good thing you aren’t one of mine,” she hissed at him.

She slightly increased the pressure of her foot on his chest. “So, if I hear one more word about our lovely Lizzie or my fantastic friend Orion coming from your filthy mouth ever again, be sure to know that the next Bludger will be aimed lower – a lot lower.”

A confident smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Consider this a warning; according to Murphy I have a pretty good accuracy of 97.8 %.”

Everett made a strangled sound as KC stepped over him, applying her full weight onto his body for a moment. Judith followed her, driving the point home by tapping her Beater’s bat on his chest as she walked by with a hard stare.

KC turned her head and looked down at him; she might as well have looked at a cockroach.

“On a sidenote,” she added, suddenly sounding very sweet, “I heard the N.E.W.T.s are pretty tough to prepare for. Maybe you might want to reconsider returning to the Hufflepuff team next year. Don’t you worry about your position, we know just the replacement for you.”

“You’re bright spirit will be missed, but I think we’ll get over it,” Judith agreed with a satisfied smirk.

Everett’s gaze flicked from one to the other; if Lizzie didn’t know any better, she’d say he was actually scared of her friends.

When KC and Judith turned around to walk away, he muttered a curse under his breath, prompting the redheaded Ravenclaw to turn around again.

“What was that?”

All defiance lost, Everett cowered in on himself. “Nothing.”

“Good.”

KC’s eyes rose to Lizzie, who was still sitting at the table, staring at the scene unfolding in front of her. “Liz, are you coming?”

Lizzie snapped out of it, got up and didn’t miss out on stepping over Everett herself, a big grin on her face. Judith and KC both flanked her, linking arms with each other as they marched her out of the Great Hall.

“Godric, did you see his face?” Lizzie chuckled as soon as they were out of earshot. “He’s going to have nightmares, I bet.”

Turned more serious again, she glanced at KC. “But was that really necessary?”

“It was,” KC answered equally as serious. “He practically begged for this for a long time now.”

“I’d have done anything to not have to put up with him for another year,” Judith agreed wholeheartedly.

Lizzie laughed and pulled her friends closer as the three of them marched across the Entrance Hall in lockstep.

“Thanks girls, I appreciate it. Just do me the favour of reminding me to never ever cross my Beater Babes.”

#hphm #hogwats mystery #quidditch #lizzie jameson #katriona cassiopeia #judith harris #he's had it coming #never cross the beater babes #aob #art of balance

15 notes · View notes

path-of-fire · 5 years ago

Note

If you're writing AUs, could you write a Modern!AU where MC is a detective and she's on a case involving a string of murders of well known (but secretly corrupted) government officials? And Caspian is her long time partner and best friend (but also the assassin behind the murders) and they've been in love with each other for so long, but have yet to act on those feelings? I can just imagine the sweet angst...

Important Note: This is NOT done, but I wanted to make the first part available for you all to read to see if you like it so far. As I think it's going to be pretty long, and I want to make sure you all like the direction it's going in. (As well as liking it too.)

-----

The clicking of my pen against my palm is the only sound within the confines of the bullpen. My gaze staring in front of me, but I wasn't seeing anything. My mind was too occupied by the thoughts running rampant through my mind. All centered around one thing.

The case that I haven't been able to solve for the past year.

At first it seemed like a straightforward case. A senator had gotten murdered in his brownstone on January 21, 2019. His throat having been slit from ear to ear. At first I assumed that it had something to do with the mafia, but as the case wore on other leads had started becoming apparent. The greatest of which was the fact that Senator Henry A. Greene was only the first of many. Each victim being connected to the government in someway, but having varying levels of clearance. Not to mention each victim was killed in different ways.

District Attorney Pauline Davies had been asphyxiated. While Governor Everette Cooper had been shot, execution style, in the head. Not to mention the many more victims that kept appearing. All with different stories to tell, and ramping up the fear that was beginning to grow in the streets of New York.

Closing my eyes I pinch the bridge of my nose. Trying with all my might to find a connection within my mind. Anything that would tie the people together, besides the obvious, which is something that I have been doing for months on end. Many of my days were entirely fueled by coffee and energy bars instead of sleep. I just couldn't find it within myself to sleep knowing that someone was going to be killed, and that I could have potentially done something to stop it.

Of course, I had tried the mafia angle but none of their enforcers had this M.O. And if there's anything I've learned about the mafia is that they're sticklers for tradition. Plus, the fact that none of the other victims, besides Henry, had connections with them.

A sigh escapes my lips as I roll my shoulders. Trying with all my might to relieve the tension that has built up. I could feel the familiar ache that seemed to seep into my bones. The knots that were already forming from my continued posture, but I've gotten used to these things after a while.

Running my hand through my hair I glance back at the file. The simple file that has become to bane of my existence. Showing me how I've failed in everything a good detective should never fail in. 24 people were dead because I haven't been able to stop the person responsible. 24 people that had lives and families, and because I wasn't able to find a connection they would never see them again. Children lost their parents and other's either lost their daughter or son. All because I wasn't good enough to stop this.

Leaning back in my chair, I bring the heels of palms to my eyes. Trying to rub out the sudden tiredness that had been creeping up within me. I couldn't sleep now, not when a body had just recently dropped. This time with something that had changed the entire case.

A partial bloody fingerprint was found against the victims throat. Hidden slightly behind her ear from the scuffle. Beverly Townsend had been one hell of lawyer when she was alive, and it seemed to have translated when she was fighting for it. Somehow she must have injured the killer in some way. Allowing forensics to be able to forge a path that could lead to the killer. It was the first really break in the case, and I was more than grateful for it. But that didn't mean that my work was over. Far from it in actuality, I still had to find the ties the bound them. As well as the motives behind the scenes. There was always a story within each murder, no matter how menial, and I was going to try my damn hardest to find this one.

Sighing I lean my elbows against the surface of my desk. Bracketing my arms on either side of the file, and I stare. Stare at the inanimate object that has ruled my life for so long. Dictating my sleeping and eating habits for the better part of a year. All because it's contents were filled with hidden threads. Threads that tied everything together in a neat little bow, but for now it was simply a clump of knots. Completely useless until I figured out how to untie them.

Groaning I slam my head against my desk. Wanting nothing more than for this case to end, but my stubbornness refusing to let it be given to anyone else. I had to see this through. There was no other option. I just wished it wasn't so mind numbingly difficult to do.

The soft footsteps approaching me pulls me out of my reverie. My countenance brightening slightly at the familiar gait. That and the smell of freshly brewed coffee didn't hurt. Raising my head I'm met with the sight of my best friend and partner, Caspian. His sparkling glacier blue eyes staring at me, but I could easily see the concern he held for me. He has been with me throughout this entire case. Has seen the mental breakdowns I have gone through at each new body, and each subsequent interview with the family. Each one more accusing than the last. Their angry eyes pleading with me for answers on why I haven't solved this yet. The children's innocent gazes as they wondered why their mommy or daddy wasn't coming back. He has been my rock throughout this entire thing. I don't think I could have ever continued without him.

Leaning back in my seat, hearing the old chair groaning in protest, I grin at him. Already holding out my hands for the warm mug in his left hand. Feeling the warmth seep into my chilled fingers as I clasp it. Smelling the aroma of the coffee as it wafts into my nose. A happy sigh escapes me as I take a sip. Already feeling the way the caffeine seeps into my body. Giving back some of the life my hours have taken away from it.

"You should really go home and rest, Lauren," he says, his voice tinged with concern at the sight of the dark circles underneath my eyes. Setting down his coffee and touching my hand lightly. The touch sending a wave of butterflies through my stomach. "You have been burning the candle at both ends for months. It's not healthy and soon you won't have any candle left."

Trying, and failing, to smile I respond. Wanting to appease his fears. "I'm alright Cas, I feel fine. Especially with this delicious coffee you just brought me." Turning towards the file once more I flip it open. Quickly scanning the contents of the first page. "Now has the lab come back with the results yet?"

"The results for what?"

Raising my gaze in confusion at the question, I couldn't help but frown. Before I remembered that Caspian hadn't been at the crime scene that morning. Feeling slightly foolish for not filling my partner in I immediately begin to explain.

"You heard about the body drop on 27th Street, near Madison Square?" At his nod of confirmation I continue. "Well the body was Beverly Townsend, the recently up in coming defense attorney, and apparently Ms. Townsend was able to get some of the attackers blood on their hand, because there was a bloody fingerprint right underneath her ear. I guess the killer didn't notice it because of her hair." I glance down at the file in front of me before looking back up towards Caspian, and almost blanche at his expression. I don't think I've ever seen Caspian look so pale before.

"You doing okay partner? You sure you're not the one who needs to go rest?" I ask trying to keep my tone light, but even I could hear the tightness that suddenly appeared within it.

At my words Caspian seems to snap out of whatever daze he was in. "No-" he trails off for a moment and I could feel a concerned frown pull my brow down. "No, I'm quite alright but I just remembered I have to go see Oliver down in the labs. Something about one of the cold cases he's been looking in to, I'll make sure to ask him when I'm down there."

Giving a small nod I look back down at the file in front of me. Listening as Caspian retreats away from my desk. His steaming cup of coffee still sitting on my desk. I didn't want to but I feel something stirring inside of me at Caspian's words. A frown pulling at my brow and a gnawing feeling growing in my gut.

I have to go see Oliver down in the labs. Something about one of the cold cases he's been looking in to. The words repeat in my head like a taunt. Causing the gnawing feeling to grow into one of nausea.

Oliver hadn't been in for the past two weeks for medical reasons.

So why was he going down to the lab? And why did he lie to me?

#caspian #snippet #angst #modern au #anonymous

31 notes · View notes

everettofhatchetfield · 9 months ago

Note

[Ooc; made Everett if they were in the style of Potatolord lol]

//ooc: WOAHAHAH

EVERETT MY LITTLE FELLA!!!

THATS THEM!!

#hatchetfield rp #hatchetblr #everett's explanations #everett's dropped pen #ooc post

1 note · View note

thelittlestcheshire · 4 years ago

Text

Self Para 005: The Reminders Pull the Floor From Your Feet

Note: For starters, this takes place on Saturday. This involves the Leo plot, and for the most part it’s... lots of Ches’s thought process leading up to her visiting Leo. Any interactions with people are lead up / not really... the majority. So please, tread carefully. I was careful to avoid going too deep into her more... brutal thought processes in hopes of ensuring it’s not too triggering but given the context I do feel a need to mention it. I do discuss her finding her brother after his attempt a little bit too, so, please pay heed to the tws and if you think it may be an issue, I strongly urge you skip this self para. I love you guys, and your safety is the biggest priority always <3

TWs: Suicide / Suicide Attempts, Decapitation / Murder (mentioned in a comment about how displeased Leo will be to see her), Hanging, Amputation, Ches’s thought process while shopping does include her making considerations about what she can buy Leo can’t hurt himself with so I don’t know how to tag that but I am aware it could be triggering.

For once, Ches didn’t know how she was expected to react, but she was sure it didn’t align with how she currently felt as she tore through her wardrobe to try to find something to wear. What even was appropriate to wear today? Colors were too cheery, white too saintly, black was a staple in her wardrobe and entirely off the table. Everything in her closet was practically getting thrown without care as she desperately tried to find anything. Even as her front door opens, she doesn’t glance to see who was coming in until she hears Balo squeak as she tries to avoid yet another thrown object.

“Sorry! I just was wondering if I could maybe borrow a pair of shorts?” The blonde squeals and the redhead pauses her frantic search for something appropriate to wear. Was Balo really trying to carry on like normal when her friend was in the hospital after trying to kill himself? Sure, people were saying it was an accident, but that didn’t mean it was.

Emmett had told everyone it was an accident after his attempt, a prank gone wrong, that she had to cut him down from the ceiling after. And at this point, she simply didn’t believe in accidents.

“Of course, they’re in the dresser. Let me know if there’s something worth wearing to the hospital in there while you’re at it.” She glances away from what she was doing to wave her friend toward where the dresser was. She would have to rearrange the room to the way she liked it eventually, but she hadn’t exactly been happy about much of anything since they arrived in New Zealand.

“Is going to see Leo a good idea?”

Balo’s question throws her off, as it was one she had been asking herself over and over again. She still didn’t know the answer herself, and she just turns away from her friend to go back through her closet, tossing yet more things in the direction of her bed as she fails to find something worth wearing. “This is my fault. I have to go.” She finally speaks as she tosses the last item of clothing in the closet onto the floor. “If I had done more....”

“It was an accident, remember? Just breathe, okay? You dress like you usually would. Maybe ask if I’m allowed to visit if you think he’s up to it?” She shakes her head, grabbing the shorts she came for from the drawer before she tosses a pair of ripped jeans and a tank top her way. Ches catches it, grateful for the answer so she could move onto the next method to tear herself apart with. “Just promise me you’ll be gentle with him. He’s going through a lot.”

“I’m not going to be mean. I figured he might like some comfy clothes and stuff. If someone else already thought of it, great, but...” She glances at her shoe rack as she talks. Maybe she should wear sneakers instead of heels for once, it’d make her look shorter and left her feeling more vulnerable, but perhaps it’d ease his fears of her just showing up. She doubted she was the first person he wanted to see; in fact, she was likely the very last, perhaps Balo was right, and this was a horrible idea.

But she needed to do this. How else was she going to live with the guilt?

“Well, if you need to talk later, come find me. I’ve gotta go, but I love you.”

“I love you too.” And with those words, Ches was alone with her thoughts again. She takes a deep breath as she walks over to her dresser to set the clothes she was going to wear down. Stepping over multiple piles of discarded clothes carefully as she realizes just how much money she’d just carelessly thrown to the floor as if it didn’t matter. Perhaps, in the long run, it didn’t. Still, she kneels down and starts to sort through the discarded clothes on the floor, slowly beginning to put everything back onto hangers. How was she supposed to make intentions clear from the moment he saw her?

Maybe the gifts would help, but she was just going to have to accept that whatever she did, Leo was likely to be hostile. Emmett was after his attempt, and he liked her. Ches was entirely unwelcome, and she knew that, but she supposed that was well deserved. If the roles were reversed, she would have made Leo’s visit a living hell for daring to breathe near her after a failed attempt. He had every right to do the same to her now. She carefully puts the last dress back where it belongs, going through the motions of getting dressed and making herself presentable, throwing her hair up in a ponytail, grabbing her bag, and just leaving the dorms.

She would have to go to the store and try to find things Leo would be allowed to have. She was already starting a shopping list of things in her head, things he’d need, things he’d like.

-------------------

Could she trust Leo with colored pencils, or was she going to have to stick with crayons? As Ches looks over the shelf of Crayola products, she ponders it for a few moments before she grabs both the washable crayons and the twistable colored pencils, glancing around before she tosses the bath crayons in too. She always got her worst thoughts in the shower. Maybe giving him a creative outlet he could take with him would be beneficial. On second thought, she tosses a box in for herself too. Her roommate was simply going to have to fucking deal with it.

The notebook had to have no wires, nothing he could pull off of it and cause harm. Any bags needed to be paper so he’d be allowed to have them. The slippers had to be sturdy yet stringless. She’d broken into his room in an attempt to figure out sizes, so she was hoping she was doing well on the clothing. She didn’t want to bring anything of his, not only because it’d require her to be honest that she had broken into his bedroom, but because she already knew how easily things got lost. The last thing she needed was to grab something that mattered and something happening to it. That was a problem she had no intention of being blamed for.

What else could be needed? Pre-paid call cards just in case what she’d read was wrong, and he wasn’t allowed to have his cell phone. If he did, she supposed it never hurt to have prepaid international calling cards either way.

He liked pen and ink, not paint, right?

For a moment, she tries to remember the art of his she had seen, none of it had been paintings, but maybe that was just simply because he couldn’t carry it around. She could ask, offer to make a second trip. She tosses comfy clothes into the cart as she goes, trying to find the most comfortable stringless things she could find, socks and underwear, because people probably weren’t thinking of it when they grabbed stuff. Toothbrush, he definitely needed a toothbrush. And inpatient units were usually cold, so a massive plush blanket probably help. He probably would be allowed to have zippers. Shit, what was his jeans size? Maybe Elizabeth would know, although was it a good idea to bother her at work with how busy she was. She glances at the racks for a minute, considering it for a moment.

Stuffed animals were usually taken in her experience, but if she could prove he wouldn’t hurt himself with it, maybe getting him something he was allowed to punch would be nice. After all, he did seem to enjoy his fights. Was Winnie the Pooh punchable? Balo was onto something when she said Leo looked like Christopher Robin. And he was a baby toy, so if Leo got him apart and found a way to hurt himself with it, it would be a feat. Still, she considers it a moment longer and puts an elephant in the cart instead.

She could always come back for it later if he’d appreciate the joke. What else would he like? Would the ward he was on allow her to drop by and grab him fast food? She probably could find a McDonalds’.

She takes a deep breath, already trying to find the number to find out. Hopefully, they’d allow outside food and drink. After all, what made someone’s day brighter than cheap junk food?

-------------------

[To Momma Everett 😍😍:] I’m dropping by to see Leo, so I’m gonna put my phone on vibrate to avoid him ripping my head off, but I love you so so so so so much, and please don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. I’ve got everything handled here, I promise. I’m going to tell the front desk I’m your daughter, so that should get me in long enough to drop him off clothes and stuff. Hopefully, he won’t correct them? 🤞

Ches puts her phone into her purse after she’s done, tossing the bag over her shoulder before she goes around to the trunk of her rental to grab the stuff. It felt like it wasn’t enough, but it wasn’t as if she could bring him nearly as much as she wanted to, just essentials and a few small things in hopes of making him smile. She goes to the hospital’s front desk, explaining why she was here and that she had no idea where she was supposed to be going. As they led her in the direction of where he was, she tries to take deep breaths. Leo was going to kill her for this, wasn’t he? Maybe she should have dropped by to steal a kiss from Elliot before she left before he literally ripped her skull from her body.

Of course, nothing could have prepared her for what was to come after she got on the unit. She hands over the stuff to the nurse’s station for them to check over, insisting it’d be better if she waited to go in to see him until she had it back, and for a brief moment, she sees Leo, and everything comes crashing down. Where had his arm gone? Why hadn’t anyone told her?

“Your brother didn’t tell you.” The nurse guesses, and she glances over to the man and the art supplies she’d brought. Was it a dick move? Perhaps, but she wasn’t going to let anyone even dare suggest he couldn’t do art. It was only a matter of adjusting how he approached it, and suddenly she didn’t care if she had to import a physical therapist willing to try to help him. If anyone tried to tell Leo he wasn’t doing something, they would have to fight her.

“No, but that’s okay. He can still whomp me for bringing him children’s bath crayons after he gets home. He’ll be fine.”

If the nurse says anything else, she doesn’t listen. She just quietly waits for him to sticker the stuff and hand it back to her before she enters to see Leo, trying to keep her hands from shaking as she hopes that for once, maybe she wouldn’t say the wrong thing to him.

#suicide tw #suicide attempt tw #murder tw #hanging tw #amputation tw #oscar the grouch ( leo )#a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you ( self paras )#all of my heroes died all alone ( musings )

3 notes · View notes

devil-kindred · 4 years ago

Text

WIP Wednesday!

With multiple WIPS bc i have no self control but we all knew that already lol

tagging: @chyrstis @tommymillers @tomexraider @ma-sulevin & @vvitchofhemwick

The Champions Three (Dragon Age II)

“What were they like and where are they? All right, Seeker. I’ll bite. There’s just one teeny little detail you neglected to mention.”

“And what might that be?”

“Well, you asked about the Champion... but you didn’t specify which one. Then again, if you want the whole story behind Kirkwall... you’ll have to hear about all three anyways.”

“Three?” Cassandra stalks forwards, annoyance clearly wrought in every step. “There was only one champion.”

“Oh Seeker,” Varric lounges back in the seat, completely at ease and delighting in the baffled look on the seeker’s face. “You didn’t know? There wasn’t one champion. There were three. Triplets, to be exact. Garrett, Everett, and Lilith.”

“But the story⏤”

“Had to have a hero and Lilith wouldn’t have taken too kindly to having her likeness immortalized.”

Three more WIPs below the cut! (Beware some NSFT writing on the last one!)

Words On a Page (Far Cry 5) [aka the no-cult au slightly inspired by scandal]

Luna studies herself in the mirror and repeats the spiel, nodding to herself after running through the few sentences twice more. It’s a little rushed on the delivery but she supposes it will suffice. She straightens her blouse and smoothes out a wrinkle in her skirt as she gathers up her purse and exits the lounge. The sound of her heels clicking across the tiles echoes through the room as she makes her way to her intended target— Joseph Seed.

An eloquent and gentle man from somewhere in the deep south, he emerged seemingly from thin air. Despite that fact, he seems to be doing quite well for himself even in such an early stage of the campaign.

“Excuse me, Mr. Seed?”

The man in question turns in her direction with a polite farewell to the person he was speaking with— no doubt a campaign aide judging by the pass hanging around their neck. She wore one as well, of course, though her own was emblazoned with the word ‘press’ across it in bold letters.

“Good afternoon, what can I do for you?”

“Good afternoon,” she parrots back, “My name is Luna Halloway and I’m part of the press covering the campaign trail. I was hoping to ask you some questions if I could have a moment of your time?”

“Certainly, Miss Halloway. Walk with me?”

A bit from the first chapter of disconnect//reconnect

“You’re late, Morgan.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” She hurries around the counter and grabs her apron, quickly tying it around her waist and flashing an annoyed wide-eyed look at the other waitress close by who giggles. “It won’t happen again.”

“It had better not. Oh, May called in so you’re getting her shift too. She was scheduled until seven. Take a lunch a three.”

Jade opens her mouth to protest but her boss knows how to make a quick exit and by the time she turns around, he’s long gone. She sighs in defeat and grabs a pen as well as a ticket pad from the counter and gets to work.

Her section is mostly empty— only three tables filled this early in the morning, something she’s thankful for. She hurries over with a wave and greets each of the tables one by one, taking their orders and getting them turned in to the kitchen. She drops off a few drinks and surveys her section once more, noting a familiar face sliding into the last window booth. His preferences long since memorized, Jade returns to the counter to grab a roll of silverware, a mug, and a pot of coffee.

“Morning, Doctor Unger.” She says in greeting, pouring a cup and setting it before him. “Your usual?”

And finally...

an experimental bit set in the modern ds au bc i need to practice smut writing and what better subjects that higgs and jade? (NSFT writing below the cut!)

What are you doing?” She hisses, her glower at him falling away as he crooks his fingers and she tries to smother another moan.

“Well, he already thinks we’re fucking. And I guess we are, even it’s only my fingers.” He wiggles said fingers— still pressed deep inside her heat— and feels his lips quirk upwards in a smile when she swats at his arm, her head kicked back on the bed. “Might as well get you off, darlin’... unless you want me to stop?”

She offers a tentative shake of her head, eyes squeezing shut as he curls his fingers in just the right spot. His mouth finds her own and he kisses her gently, waiting as her lips part to run his tongue along the curve— sucking her lower lip between his own and pressing his thumb against her clit at the same time. He strokes faster, taking the cue to pick up the pace as her breathing changes and a small noise escapes her— thankfully muffled against his mouth. A few more and she cums so hard she sees stars, pushing Higgs away from her in order to cover her mouth with both hands. He backs off with a smirk, pulling his fingers out of her heat, only to put them in his mouth to lick them clean. A sight that does little to quell the resurgence of heat stirring in her belly.

#wips #wip tag

8 notes · View notes

paoladamasco · 5 years ago

Conversation

DV characters as quotes from Community

Alex: When I was 30, people used to wish I was dead to my face; that's called respect.

Alva: I'm the smartest one in the group and all I've been used for is bait and distraction.

Brielle: Pizza, pizza, go in tummy, me so hungee, me so hungee!

Battista: I know the stakes aren't really that high, but somehow that just makes it scarier.

Bellamy: This is definitely the darkest timeline.

Beau: Doing more than the minimum amount of work is my definition of failing.

Bernadette: Umm.. Bitter much?

Castora: A lifetime of disappointment has given me douche-ray vision.

Catherine: I don't have an ego. My Facebook photo is a landscape.

Cyrus: TV's the best dad there is. TV never came home drunk, TV never forgot me at the zoo, TV never abused and insulted me.. unless you count Cop Rock.

Celeste: Oh my god! I'm finally popular enough to be in the yearbook!

Delilah: Let's do what people do. Let's get a house we can't afford and a dog that makes us angry.

Everett: A passing grade? Like a C? Why don't I just get pregnant at a bus station?

Easton: First time I was punched in the face, I was like "Oh no!", but then I was like "this is a story.."

Genevieve: Alright! You got me, Gubi. I'm a bad mother. But at least I let my kids be kids.

Henry: A little trick for achieving the proper competitive mindset: I always envision my opponent having aggressive sex with my mother.

Halcyon: These people don't want me to say what I'll do, they want me to do what I'll say!

Ivan: The funny thing about being smart, is that you can get through most of life without ever having to do any work.

Isabelle: It's not a pen, it's a principle!

Juliana: Disappointed? Did you expect me to stay the same forever? Because that's not what Drugs does baby! I'm gonna deep fry your dog and eat your momma's face. And I'm going to wear your little brother's skin like pajamas! I control your lives, and there's nothing you can do.

Katarina: That was a game. This is paintball.

Lucien: Look at me. It's clear to you that I am awesome, but I can never admit that, because that would make me an ass.

Lucrezia: Girls are supposed to dance. That's why God gave them parts that jiggle.

Lillian: I give this year a “D”, for delightful!

Mikael: I'm going to eat spaceman paninis with black Hitler and there's nothing you can do about it!

Matthias: Never change, or do. I'm not your boss.

Marcelo: If I come over there, there are gonna be two sounds. Me hitting you.. twice.

Maeve: He was horny, so he dropped him. Man is evil!

Nikolai: Fire can't go through doors, stupid. It's not a ghost.

Odessa: Your last blow-off class taught me to live in the moment which I will always regret and never do again.

Orion: Don't talk to me about romance. I had a three way in a hot air balloon.

Odin: I was never one to hold a grudge. My father held grudges, I'll always hate him for that.

Priam: You're also, quite frankly, a very weird-looking man. I don't know you, but I just don't trust you. And I don't think I could grow to like you.

Paola: Sometimes I think I lost something really important to me, and then it turns out I already ate it.

Pandora: To me, religion is like Paul Rudd. I see the appeal, and I would never take it away from anyone, but I would also never stand in line for it.

Ramona: This is why the English never win any sports, because everyone else cheats!

Rafaella: Tell me how to get this laid back, or I'll kill your families!

Regina: I looked inside Nicolas Cage and I found a secret: People are random and pointless.

Ronan: I discovered at a very early age that if I talked long enough, I could make anything right or wrong. So either I'm god, or thruth is relative. Either way: Booyah.

Roman: It's called chemistry, I have it with everybody!

Theodora: I quit doing blow, not being rad.

Tomas: When you really know who you are and what you like about yourself, changing for other people isn't such a big deal.

Trinity: I need help reacting to something.

Valentina: Sorry I'm late. The sidewalk is more comfortable than it looks.

Vivianne: Accidents don't just happen over and over and over again, okay? This isn't budget daycare.

#diveronatalk #i got inspired by kay

15 notes · View notes

mydarlingvioletine · 6 years ago

Text

‘Just a Puppy Crush’

Ship(s): Violet/Clementine

Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)

Summary: a zombie-less modern AU in which two dorks finally get together with the help of their friends.

Chapter 1

It started out with an invitation Violet found on her desk. A light purple envelope, her name written on it in beautiful calligraphy.

Well, it started a little bit before that.

Violet missed her alarm. And six of the backup ones she had set in advance. Her mother had left early for her shift at the diner and her father didn’t come home last night, so she slept peacefully and uninterrupted.

Until she lazily stretched out with a yawn, eyes opening and landing on the alarm clock across her.

7:20

She hardly had time to register what it said before the alarm started angrily beeping again.

“Holy shit… Fuck… Shit!” Violet scrambled to get up, smacking the top of the alarm clock to silence the robotic screaming. She threw her sheets to the side, grabbing her jacket off the door hook on the way out.

While vigorously brushing her teeth, she looked down at her phone.

15 missed messages from Pain in My Ass.

[ur uber is Here… am outside]

[got your drink & bagel, where are u?]

[viiiioooooleeet]

[ v i o l e t ]

[did you put the key in a different spot?]

[coward.]

Violet scrolled through the herd impatiently, getting to the latest messages, about 15 minutes ago.

[violet please fucking get up i didnt do my english homework i need to copy off of you marlon won’t let me copy his anymore]

[fuck i have to go i cant be late to pre-session but I’ll have brody come check on you to see if you can make the late entrance with her! ill keep your breakfast with me im sure mr. everett wouldn’t give a shit if you ate in class. i do it all the time]

As if on cue, there was a faint, nervous knock on the door. God bless Brody.

“Be right there!” Violet shouted, quickly throwing her work messily into her backpack. She grabbed a couple dollars off the kitchen table for lunch, threw on her boots, and booked it towards the door.

"Hey,“ Brody grinned at the shaggy-haired, droopy-eyed messy Violet in front of her. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Violet grimaced, mumbling to herself as she ducked into the passenger seat of Brody’s truck. She caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror, and pulled up the hoodie of her jacket to cover her shame.

The drive felt like forever, with Brody’s insufferable choice of music. Who still listens to Coldplay? In 2019? Violet was too grateful to complain, and clenched her jaw to hold her tongue.

Brody tried to hold a conversation, but Violet was too out of it to contribute anything other than nods and the occasional “mhm.”

“Then Marlon was mad at me! I can’t believe that guy. I swear, if he wasn’t my best friend I’d…” Brody’s voice petered out as she pulled into the school parking lot, backing into her spot next to Louis’ car.

Violet immediately jumped out, gave a quick “thankyousomuchioweyouone,” and booked it towards the front doors of the school. The front desk ladies were distracted, so Violet was able to sneak past them and make her way down to the math wing.

106… 108… 110!

Relieved, Violet peeked through the window, seeing Marlon’s pathetic excuse for a haircut as confirmation that she was at the right place.

She tried her best to quietly open the door as to not interrupt the class and draw attention to herself, but wasn’t surprised when the door noisily creaked open, everyone’s heads turning towards her.

Really, Ericson? Ever heard of WD 40?

Violet shyly ducked her head, placing herself between Louis and Aasim. Before she could say anything, Louis placed her coffee and bagel on her desk, a patient smile on his face.

Violet was able to manage a “thank you” while she was scarfing down the bagel. Cheeks full and a dab of cream cheese hanging on her top lip, it’s safe to say that she did not expect Clem to approach her desk at that moment with the worksheet she’d missed.

“Hey, Vi,” Violet’s head jerked up, meeting eyes with Clementine. Embarrassed, she took a tissue and wiped her face, swallowing before she took the worksheet from Clem’s hands. “Grabbed this for you.”

“Thanks,” Violet managed to stammer, giving a sheepish smile while pulling her pencil case out of her pocket. Clementine hadn’t moved.

Violet tensed up, waiting for Clem to make a comment on her appearance or tease her. Instead, she placed an envelope on top of the worksheet, uncertainty embedded in her actions.

"Uh, that’s for you. I’m having a birthday party tomorrow night at my house.“ Clem pushed the envelope towards her with emphasis, and cleared her throat nervously. "You don’t have to come if you don’t want. It’s on a Friday night and I know you probably have pla-”

“No,” Violet interrupted her, her voice louder than she anticipated. She received an exhausted look from Mr. Everett. “I’ll totally be there.”

Clementine immediately perked up, a dorky smile on her face. “Awesome. Oh, and it’s gonna be a sleepover. You don’t have to stay for that.”

Violet frowned, cocking her head and looking at Clem under a suspicious lens. “You don’t have to invite me, y'know.” She sighed, placing the envelope back into Clementine’s hands. “I get it.”

Clem froze up, visibly upset. “No, fuck. I really want you to come. I just didn’t know if that was your kind of thing.”

Violet, unconvinced, lowered her eyes and took a sip of her coffee. Cold. The heat of Clem’s hand covering her own was a nice contrast to that.

Wait.

“I want you there,” Clementine insisted, squeezing her hand between her own. The heat from the touch quickly flushed to Violet’s face, her pale skin unable to mask the blush that covered it. “Please come.”

Louis and Aasim exchanged an annoyed glance at the useless sapphics. Mr. Everett had stood up and taken an interest to their conversation at this point.

“Clem, go back to your seat please,” Mr. Everett cleared his throat, to which Clem recoiled, dropping Violet’s hand. “Violet is more than capable and doesn’t need hands-on help.”

Clem, face red and flustered, ducked her head and moved back to her seat in the front of the classroom. “Sorry, da- I mean Mr. Everett.” She squeaked, glancing over her shoulder one more time at Violet, uncertainty and sadness on her face.

Mr. Everett continued the lecture, but Violet was too busy staring out the window. She was completely zoned out. She figured she’d just get the notes from Aasim later. She saw Louis give her the occasional worried glance out of the corner of her eye, and kept her focus on the kids playing in the courtyard.

The class couldn’t have gone any slower, but eventually the bell rang, and all the tension that had built up in Violet’s muscles was relieved.

She didn’t know why this class stressed her out so much. She was pretty good at math, only the second highest grade in the class behind Aasim. Mr. Everett made her feel uneasy.

He wasn’t a bad guy. Quite the opposite, really. He was a fun teacher who had gone to great lengths to help Violet out with her work. A little by-the-book, but a big sweetheart.

Plus, he picked on Louis a lot. So he was pretty likeable in her eyes.

Clementine had gone up to Mr. Everett and they were now talking, Clem dropping the classroom decorum to tug on his arm and take a $5 dollar bill out of his wallet for lunch.

Violet didn’t realize she was staring until both of their gazes landed on her. Startled, she pulled her hoodie back over her head and started gathering her books as quick as she could. She could hear distant murmuring, but couldn’t make anything out.

Her panic was interrupted by Louis swinging an arm around Violet’s shoulders, holding an almost identical envelope up in front of her face, but it was green.

"If it’s about transportation, I can pick you up. C'mon, the Vi I know and love would never miss out on a chance to get her ass handed to her in Super Smash Bros.“ Louis teased, earning a playful punch on the shoulder from Violet.

"Yeah, right,” Violet rolled her eyes, looking over at Aasim to see he also had one, but orange. “You going?”

"Nah, my moms are taking me camping this weekend.“ Aasim chirped, a glint of mischievousness in his voice. Noticing the curious glances from his two friends, he cracked an evil grin and spoke one word. "Campfire.”

“Smokey the Bear, Aasim,” Violet giggled, shaggy hair falling in front of her eyes. “What can you do to prevent forest fires?”

Louis laughed while Aasim rolled his eyes, picking up his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder. “I’ll see you guys at lunch.”

Aasim was gone for what seemed like half a second when Clementine appeared at her desk again, followed by Mr. Everett. Violet froze, her grip on her books tight.

“My dad wants to introduce himself. Not as Mr. Everett, but as ‘Cool Dad Lee.’” Clem raised her hands to make air quotes, while Le- Mr. Everett held out his hand to shake Violets’.

Bewildered, she shook his hand.

“Hello, Violet,” Mr. Everett looked happy, glancing between Clem and she. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

That line earned an elbow in the stomach from Clementine. Violet, still frozen, gave a robotic laugh.

“Oh, I wanted to tell you to ignore that part of the envelope where it says 'presents mandatory.’ My mom is a bit of a smart-ass.” Clem snorted, before cocking an eyebrow over at Louis. “Not you though, rich boy.”

Louis gave her some finger guns, a big, goofy smile on his face. “Respect for that.”

The second bell rang, interrupting the conversation. Violet threw her backpack over her shoulder, and shot a glance towards Louis. “Fuck, Ms. Martin is gonna be so pissed.”

"I’ll write you a pass. Don’t worry about it.“ Mr. Everett pulled a notepad out of his pocket and took the pen that was perched on Clementine’s ear. "Just.. try to make sure he actually gets there.” Mr. Everett gestured to Louis, who gave a mock gasp at the implication.

“Will do,” Violet promised, grabbing Louis by the neck of his coat. “I’ll uh.. see you two tomorrow night.”

“You’re coming?” Clem squealed, her eyes giving away how happy she was. Violet nodded sheepishly, looking back at Mr. Everett before dragging Louis out of the classroom.

“I like that girl,” Lee stated, capitalizing on the blush that had taken over Clem’s cheeks. “Reminds me of someone.”

Clementine rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently as he made up a pass for her. “That’s good…”

Lee tore off the front page of the notepad, and held it high before giving it to Clem. “You have my blessing.”

Clementine’s flustered state turned into a fit of anger, as she jumped up to try and grab the pass out of his hand. “Shut. Up.” Clem grabbed onto the slip, wrenching it out of his arm. “I introduce you as my Cool Dad and this is how you repay me?”

Lee chuckled, putting the pen back behind her ear. “If you think I’m bad, just wait ‘til Carley sees her.. Oh, boy.. Her cheeks are gonna be red from all that pinching.”

Clementine huffed and stomped out of the classroom, putting all of her weight onto her prosthetic foot, so it noisily clattered. She kept up the noise until she knew she was out of ear shot, and smiled to herself, bunching the bottom of her sweatshirt up in her hands.

Her seventeenth birthday was going to be perfect.

#twdg #the walking dead game #twdg violet #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg aasim #twdg ruby #twdg brody #twdg spoilers #twdg s4 #clementine x violet #violet x clementine #violetine #violentine

181 notes · View notes