#omar twdg

[dragonzart03]

More memes and random shit I made because I'm still desperately trying to find motivation to do digital art again 💔💔

[monmriz]

do we see the vision (only ranked the kids i could not be bothered to do the adults)

[gplovestwdg]

hiii! loving your modern au!! do you have more info about brody <3, marlon and like the rest of the ericson kidss?

Thank you for your interest and sorry it took so long for me to respond to this ask! ^^

The main Ericson's group from season 4 is split across high schoolers and young kids in my au and they live in separate areas of the school. Characters that go to the Ericson's high school are exactly the same age and in the same grade even if they're a bit younger/older in canon while characters that are younger than high school age are their canon ages.

Everyone is mostly the same though, like I've mentioned before, their roles within this au are slightly different. Marlon and Brody are the President and Vice-President of their grade respectively and as juniors (yes they're in 11th grade) they're given a lot of responsibility considering they'll be graduating next year. Also they're in a not so healthy relationship...

They share most of their classes, and Marlon definitely has anger issues that are exasperated by Brody's anxiety troubles. Here's the two of them with some unnamed students during the gym class they share ^^

It's difficult to divulge all the information regarding every character without turning this into an incomprehensible block of text so I'll be brief with other characters:

Louis and Violet are mostly the same, Louis is Marlon's childhood friend and Violet is pretty closed off and in an also not so healthy relationship with Minnie.

Minnie and Sophie are both on the school's baseball team, Minnie is similar to herself in game personality wise. She can be pretty rude and is very prone to siding with authority figures (teachers in this case) compared to those close to her. Sophie is much brighter and values the independence of students over the authority of teachers. Also Sophie and Mitch have something going on (fueled by my silly crackship in middle school haha.)

Mitch is literally the exact same lol. So are Aasim and Ruby, Aasim is the same as he is in game but he puts up a front around teachers as he's grown attached to his fellow students and doesn't particularly want to go home, since in game he's canonically basically been rehabilitated by the time of the apocalypses start. And yes, he's still pining after Ruby in my au. Omar is also virtually the same as well, he volunteers a lot to help the cafeteria ladies and gentlemen with lunch and dinner.

Tenn and Willy live in a separate section of the school for middle/elementary school aged kids and have their own teenager that they get to see once a week(Minnie/Sophie and Mitch respectively), kinda like the big brother program if you've heard of it. Though Sophie and Mitch specifically are very adept at sneaking around and seeing them near daily.

Here's a little relationship chart with all the kids ^^ Some relationships are a bit one-sided and some are multifaceted as well! For example most of the friends/hate arrows are meant to show annoyance/resentment in the friendship.

Also AJ lives in this section of the school, unbeknownst to Clem for now. It doubles as a living space/common education for kids taken by CPS.

Finally all the teenagers mentioned are in a big friend group and since they're friends with their grades president and vice-president they're able to take advantage of certain aspects of the school like sneaking out late at night without much punishment. They like to hang out around the river near the fishing cabin and in the forest, but Marlon doesn't let them go outside his arbitrary safe zone cause he can't really make up an excuse for them to be out past there and the thought of getting into trouble with the adults terrifies him. Though they do take the train into the closest town and hangout on weekends!

Ahh movie night :')

[bourbonificould]

Twdg tweets pt. 26 (kenny isnt very happy

[ozonegrrrl]

troubled youth!

this is old but grhgrhgghhh my little guys ..

[mashedmangos]

In this au, Duck prefers to see where the food came from before he eats it because of what happens at the st Johns dairy

He will refuse food (mostly meat) if he doesn't know where it's originally from/has seen where it comes from

However if someone he trusts gives him food or tells him the food is okay, he'll eat it right away

[catastro-ophe]

Vi and Louis requested by @ericsonclan , so why not here’s the (almost) whole Ericson clan 😛 + Minerva

[fernaldoishere]

How TWDG season 4 characters would react to you asking for pads 🫶

(saw raven post some in our discord server and i had to make another one of these lmao)

Clem and AJ

Louis and Violet

Marlon and Brody

Mitch and Willy

Aasim and Ruby

Omar and Tenn

Minerva and James

Lilly and Abel

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Sorry, but can I just stress something about Louis that drives me insane? 

In his route where you've saved him, he kills Dorian. Louis directly kills another person. He shot her with a crossbow through the mouth.

It’s unavoidable. 

Sure, it’s considered an accident, and even so, it was also self-defense—Dorian sure wasn’t there for a friendly chat, after all. 

But here's the thing... of the Ericson crew, we know that Clementine, AJ, and Marlon have killed someone. And Minerva if you want to count her, too, since she once was part of the group . But the others? Maybe they have killed before and we just don’t know about it, whether it be out of mercy or self-defense.

Violet in her route had the chance to kill Minerva, but understandably, she didn’t. She opted to shoot her in the shoulder instead… but we never see her kill anyone herself. 

Maybe you could count indirect kills because of the bag of bricks/log that kills Yonatan, and maybe you could consider Mitch’s death as indirectly Tenn’s fault… Speaking of Mitch, he tried to kill Lilly, but we all saw how that turned out, didn't we? 

…but Louis? He killed Dorian. That was his first kill. His first. 

And he feels awful about it! He apologizes to the body as it lays warm at his feet! He’s shaking and can barely speak!! It feels like bile! He doesn't even have time to process it because uh oh, the boat's going to explode!

But he’s also been so hardened over the season by everything that’s happened to him that he comes out of it glad that he has it in him to kill because if that’s what it takes to protect Clementine, AJ, and his family and home, then he’ll do it even if he doesn’t want to.

How does that not drive anyone else utterly mad?

Fandom considers him the funny guy! He's cute and silly! He makes Clementine laugh!

He's also done murder! He's taken a life! Just like Clementine and AJ have! Just like Marlon did!

And honestly, I think this also leads to him forgiving AJ for killing Tenn because at this point, he understands. He hates it, and he wishes it didn’t have to be this way, but he gets that AJ saw something that he didn’t. Louis knows that AJ’s hurting just as much as he is, he even says as much if Clementine says anything other than “AJ saved your life” on the bridge. 

He relived Marlon’s death when Tenn died, but it’s not like his hands are clean, either… and neither were Marlon’s. Clementine’s hands definitely aren’t clean. 

It drives me crazy that best friends Louis and Marlon have each killed someone in TFS but Marlon killed Brody in a moment of panic because he’s a coward who wanted hide what he did while Louis killed Dorian in a moment of panic because he was trying to save Clementine from Minerva and she came up behind him like… hhhhnnnnggggggggg, y’know?

Oh, and don't even get me started on the clouis aspect of this because I'll lose it. He talks to her about it because he knows she'll understand, just like how she's always understood him. How he goes out of his way to tell her that having a home means protecting it and he's going to protect it [that home being her, AJ, and Ericson] no matter what because he wants to build this new life with her aaaaaaaaaaaaaand I've lost it—

[aurum-ass]

Most of these probably don't make sense. But there's a first time for everything

Head canons TWDG s4

Louis and marlon had the "we're bestfriends but would we hook up?" conversations

Clementine showed AJ what stickers were and the both of them decorated their room, other members rooms/weapons. Like Louis's "chair-les" or violets butcher knife.

Ruby was the first to volunteer on fixing up the greenhouse. Now grows herbs and vegetables there.

They still celebrate Christmas, easter, helloween and such things like that

Clementine secretly searches and hopes on finding a walkie talkie.

The group collectively decided to create their own calendar from the moment they saw snow. Started at December. So now sometimes in their spring there are blizzards (they know the dates are wrong but they don't care and don't know how to fix it)

Willy has a weird obbsesion of just watching/obbserving people as they do their things.

Tenn makes his own oc's. Writing backstories, drawing them. Sometimes even makes dolls so him, Minnie, Sophie or whoever participates could act out a puppet show.

Ruby is the mom of the group.

Whenever Louis teases Omar a bit too much, he purposely fucks up Louis's dish with too much salt or no spices at all.

If AJ was born during our timeline he would have been an ipad kid (I'm not sorry)

Violet as a child always wanted legos.

While scavenging the teens found booze and stocked up wine. So they then decided to celebrate everyone's birthdays at once. Many threw up.

Brody had crippling anxiety whilst growing up. And was sent to the school because her parents were unable to understand what's "wrong" with her

The group made their own stereotypical american prom and the couples had their first slow dance. Such as Clementine with Louis/violet and assim with ruby.

On Tenns and Minervas funurel Violet and Louis, together as a duet, performed "don't be afraid".

Assim writes romantic letters to Ruby, leaving them at her door. She keeps all of them, hanging most on her wall.

Louis calls brody and ruby ginger non stop. He was beat up for it.

[dragonzart03]

I'm currently cooking while making the twdg season 4 as furries

I promise guys I will have them done soon and you better believe I'm posting them bc AHH I LOVE THEM

I'm also making an animatic of them that I will start working on soon featuring a small au where Brody, Marlon, and Mitch aren't dead because I MISS THEM

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday, WIP Wednesday & Last Line

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Got songs for The UnTitledverse, Wings And Horns and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, with a snippet for a new FC5 The Silver Chronicles WIP as well as a last line for You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club!. You can listen to the songs and read the WIPs snippets below:

Legend is important. It's part of history and culture. It should always be preserved in the present to better understand our past to make way to the future. Now many of my series divulge into legends and myths and old stories. Some of them outright make reverence to events long passed (the Extermination Purge Wars, the Big Bangs, the fall of the Houses of the Old Gods and the foundation the Time Bureau Authority, etc). Sometimes all that was in the past emerges into the present (with the likes of the Arachnoids, Exterminators, the Old Kin and more). However, one historical text in my series is the abolishment of the (while benevolent, very flawed) Soulmate System, which my Original Work Wings And Horns is set in. The plot is that more and more mortals are being discovered without soulmarks (which come in the form of marks, initials, countdowns, etc, depending on the person and timeline), so the New Gods send Archangel Metatron and an Angel of Death cadet, Azriel, to investigate the phenomenon to see whether it is natural or manufactured. Metatron wants to preserve and fix the system because he believes mortals require it, meanwhile Azriel just wants the credit so her soul can be reincarnated at an earlier date. The duo behind the soulmark removals is a Sloth Demon by the name of Xiang Ba'al and his adopted daughter, a Sinner's soul by the name of Jezebel. This cat and mouse chase is what ultimately dictates the decision the New Gods are debating; should mortals require on the guidance on something as small as love? Or should mortals find the love of their life on their own, a small step to gifting them a responsibility that had drastically the status quo beforehand thousands of years ago; that being, Free Will?

"Legends never die When the world is calling you Can you hear them screaming out your name? Legends never die."

"They never lose hope when everything's cold And the fighting's near." "It's deep in their bones They'll ride into smoke when the fire is fierce." "Oh, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legend never dies They're written down in eternity But you'll never see the price it costs The scars collecting all of their lives."

"When everything's lost They pick up their hearts and avenge defeat Before it all starts They suffer through harms to touch and dream." "Whoa, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legends never die." "When the world is calling out your name." "Begging you to fight." "Oh, oh, oh, pick yourself up Once more, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legends never die."

Walking Fate is a fic series in The UnTitledverse based in Telltale's The Walking Dead video game. The fic classically follows (most) of the game/s, but does diverge a bit off with pivotal focus on Clementine and an OC of mine whose the runaway son of Darling Enterprises, a multi-business juggernaut, Malcrum Darling, and their relationship. They're definitely not "tragic star-crossed lovers". I'd never do such a thing in The Walking Dead universe. Here's a song about Malcrum's feelings towards Clementine that's definitely in no shape or form supposed to be interpreted as inno- I mean twisted. Enjoy!

"Hey, he-ey-ey, he-he-hey

Your lipstick stains On the front lobe of my left side brains I knew I wouldn't forget you And so I went and let you blow my mind

Your sweet moonbeam The smell of you in every single dream I dream I knew when we collided You're the one I have decided who's one of my kind

Hey, soul sister Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight

Hey, he-ey-ey, he-he-hey

Just in time I'm so glad you have a one track mind like me You gave my life direction A game show love connection we can't deny

I'm so obsessed My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest I believe in you Like a virgin, you're Madonna And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind.

Hey, soul sister Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight."

Throughout A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, one universal rule is applied; it doesn't matter you are. From a vault dweller who drew the short straw to a psychotic resident of Vault 76 whose a bit too obsessed with wanting to kill her neighbors. A talking Deathclaw to a Ghoul addicted to chems. A brother who wants to uphold the morals his mother taught him in the Wasteland to his amoral sister who kicks old people people and harasses the less fortunate because she's from a wealthy crime family. Because in the end... they have to stand up to Arcane Urias. (Those poor fuckers are gonna die LOL!!!). Because I guess it's the right to do (in the context of self-preservation against the threat of annihilation).

"Up in the morning, up in the evening Pickin' down clocks when the birds get back to eat Oh, to eat

Up on the mountain, down in the king's lair Pushing these boxes in the heat of the afternoon Oh, afternoon

We were never welcome here We were never welcome here at all No

It's who we are, doesn't matter if we've gone too far Doesn't matter if it's all okay Doesn't matter if it's not our day

Oh, won't you save us, what we are Don't look clear, it's all uphill from here Oh-oh

Up in the attic, down in the cellar Lost in a static, coming back for more Oh, for more

Out with the reason, in with the season Taking down names in my book of jealousy Jealousy

We were never welcome here We were never welcome here at all No!"

An long FC5 WIP for The Silver Chronicles, a new one at that, one I'm naming after the lyrics of David Kushner's "Daylight"; because David Kushner and his songs fit The Silver Chronicles on a scary level. Anyway, the WIP is called Oh, I Love It And I Hate It At The Same Time. You And I Drink The Poison From The Same Vine. Hiding All Our Sins From The Daylight... also known as "the fic where Silva and Paul survive the Tumultite Massacre together and their father/daughter relationship worsens into co-dependence in Montana". Where's Elsa and Persephone at? Well, they'll arrive in the later half of the fic... along with Kamski. Despite the fact their relationship not being "gonna kill you for hurting me even though you were good once", this is far from a good and healthy outcome for both Silva and Paul. In spite of this, they make a dangerous duo (as expected of the two), something the Seeds kind of suspect when they meet them. Enjoy being as lost as the Seeds are in this scene snippet below when Paul interrupts them meeting the Muse herself at a social gathering Pre-Reaping. [Would like to add that the WIP is fairly new, and I'm still working on this scene, and may make a few changes in the near future when I have the time. Expect some mistakes]:

When the question left Joseph's mouth, he felt a pain clutch his shoulder.

With a surprised hitch of his breath, he glanced down to gloved fingers that dug into his shoulder blade with an astonishing unnatural amount of strength.

"Her padre, of course," the soft gleeful voice of the hand's owner answered from beside him, the tone sickeningly sweet.

The stranger's head faced Joseph, his eyes closed to Joseph's seeking blue. His lips curved up in a polite and cheerful smile, one that should be dripping with honey.

The man's eyes briefly opened to reveal burning yellow eyes, bordering on an intense gold. Joseph could not shake the feeling that he's seen those eyes before. A vision perhaps?

Joseph felt himself tense as he recognized the way this man looked at him; the way John sometimes gazed upon the Sinners. A predator that has targeted its prey. And it was Joseph who was already in his clutches.

The man blinked, and the inhuman hue was gone. Instead, a pale hazel resided in its stead. He drifted his eyes away from Joseph, locking with the oblivious grey of the deputy that heralded the coming of the Collapse.

An inexplicable dread coiled in his gut when the man's features genuinely lightened at the sight of his family's judge.

"Ah, il mio piccolo Boa!" he greeted with a beaming grin, letting go of Joseph's aching shoulder to push past him, swiftly making his way to Silva to the Seed's collective daze. The man wrapped his arms over Silva's body, embracing the slightly shorter woman. She seemed delighted by his unexpected appearance.

They both pulled away, though gloved hands remained on the other's arms. The man, though a stranger to the crowd around her, seemed to be a familiar face to Silva. Joseph watched the stranger's hand glide caressing fingers across her dark hair affectionately, following the slivers of the dyed silver trails that reached to her braid, "And how are you fairing this fine hour?"

Silva graced the question with a smile; not the formal and polite smile that served to keep a front up to strangers, but one with an undeniable sincerity shining through.

"Hola to you too, Paul," Silva returned with bemusement, "I was just making some new friends. What brings you over?"

From behind Paul, Joseph could see the man's head tilt. Through the abrupt gesture, Silva's features suggested she understood the meaning, "Um, amigos, Paul."

"Ah," Paul seemed to understood, sneaking an obvious glance towards Joseph and his siblings. There was no trace of gold in those hazel eyes, and the intensity lesser than when he locked eyes with Joseph, but the suspicion directed towards them held a sharp edge to it. Paul let another word roll down his tongue, but the tone matched his gaze, "Amici."

In spite of the growing uneasiness, Joseph willed himself to keep a calm front. He was unsure why Paul off-put him. Joseph regarded the man; his stature was slight taller than Silva's, but similar to Joseph's own height. He was older than all of them, including Jacob; perhaps a decade older. His hair was blonde- or rather, dyed blonde, as Joseph noted the light brown at the sides of his head. His complexion wasn't too dissimilar from Silva's own, maybe deeper.

Joseph took note of the few faded scarring scarcely scattered around his face, and like Silva's, time had laid its healing hands on Paul's own wounds.

Joseph paused his observation, about to make introductions with the askant man when John stepped forward first.

"Yes, we were giving our compliments to Silva for the couscous salad you've brought. She was just telling us it was a co-opted effort," John stated with a grin, one Joseph's had become accustomed to over the years. John's move peaked Paul's interest, his suspicion replaced with curiosity. With his audience captured, Joseph watched approvingly as John continued, a hand outstretched, "I don't believe we've met mister...?"

Recognition shined in Paul's eyes, though it was swept away with a grin bigger than John's as his gloved hand grasped John's in a steady shake, "Yellowjack. But please, just call me Paul. I've always felt the term "mister" gives off the impression I'm married, or worse, boring."

Jacob raised a brow, though refrained from commenting as John replied when letting go of Paul's hand, "Noted. So, are you a friend of Silva's or family?"

Paul shared a glance with Silva and replied, "Family. I'm her padre. I've taken care of her for a long time."

Joseph focused on both Silva and Paul; he couldn't find anything indistinguishably shared between both, though he considered that Silva might just take after her mother than Paul. However, he didn't discard the possibility that Paul was Silva's adoptive father rather than her blood relative.

He kept his thoughts to himself though; reasoning that bringing up the question wouldn't be appropriate so early now. Especially if there's a layer of deception underneath Paul's relation with Silva; he didn't want to unintentionally compromise her safety if Paul held more sin than Joseph already suspected he did.

Silva spoke up, grabbing everyone's attention as she pointed out, "You know Paul, you never answered my question."

Paul seemed to stiffen; clearly a dramatic display rather than serious, as Paul finally answered Silva, "Well, you see, I had caught up with good ol' Virgil before he had to run off for his own business and I saw you speaking to these truffatori impopolari, quindi volevo solo controllarti. You know?"

Joseph and Jacob shared a glance; none of them could interpret the words Paul had sputtered out, though Joseph relaxed when Silva gave Paul a soft smile, "I'm grateful for your concern. But I've got this handled. Gracias, though."

Paul relaxed his stiffness, and Silva brought his attention back towards them, "Now how about some introductions?"

"Great idea," Paul agreed, hazel scanning across the four siblings, "How about we go oldest to youngest?"

Jacob's mouth thinned, blue eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Paul with harsh judgement. Joseph watched as his brother scanned the older man's black and yellow attire. It was flaunting a level of wealth, typical of someone who indulged in vanity. However, that didn't sit right with Joseph. He decided to dwell on it later as he watched Paul and Jacob.

Paul glanced to Jacob, and after a pause, he leaned closer, "Let's start with you ragazzone."

Jacob stared down Paul, who was an inch or two shorter than the red-head. He exhaled out an annoyed huff, and gruffly stated, "Name's Jacob."

Paul hummed and straightened up his posture, hazel eyes trailing Jacob's forest green jacket and body. His eyes seemed to linger on the American flag, Jacob's burns and, oddly enough, his biceps more often. Paul clicked his tongued and nodded his head approvingly, "That checks out. But man, sei una delizia per i miei occhi."

Silva had a bemused expression at Paul's words. Jacob, though, raised a brow, "Mind sharing on what's on your mind?"

Paul had snapped out of his trance, and he swiftly blurted out, "Oh, I just said you looked good, is all."

Paul's attention hastily turned to John and Joseph. He looked between the two, but when the older man focused on him, Joseph witnessed his cheer drop abundantly when their eyes met.

The cold dread surfaced once more. The dead-eyed scrutiny the older man reserved for Joseph alone alarmed him. Joseph could not understand Paul's behavior. Neither could he recall any cases where he could have slighted the man, despite this being their first meeting. He'd never seen Paul in any of his visions, only Silva.

Regardless, Joseph chose to retaliate with a gentle greeting, "My name's Joseph. My family and I run the chapel over on the island by the Henbane."

"Oh yeah, I know," Paul calmly told him, all the playfulness gone, "You're the head of the Project at Eden's Gate, correct?"

Joseph curtly nodded in confirmation, and Paul continued, "Yes, I've heard quite a lot about you. Folks around here always have something to say about your little project."

Joseph's lips thinned, disappointment resonating in his chest. So the sinners lies are spreading swiftly. He was displeased by this knowledge, but he resolved to help Paul see the light. If not for his own soul, then the sake of his daughter's.

John stepped in, interrupting the exchange, "All good things, one would hope."

Paul turned attentively to John with an upbeat rejuvenation, disregarding Joseph, "Well, they can't certainly be all bad now, can they?"

Paul's change in demeanor reminded Joseph of John; both hid their emotions behind a carefully crafted mask and would only reveal their true feelings to those they liked or trusted. However, Paul had more self-control over his emotions and mannerisms.

"And I don't believe you shared your name," Paul pointed out to John.

"John. And if I may, we'd encourage you and your daughter to come for at least one sermon," John invited. Joseph smiled at John's attempt to salvage Paul's soul.

The man in question gave a brief glance to Silva, who shrugged, before returning to John and saying, "Preferirei di no."

John waited for Paul to specify but the latter's attention shifted to their final sibling. Joseph caught a flash of an offended scowl on John's face, so Joseph reached a calming hand on his younger brother's shoulder. It worked, the scowl lost in a practiced exhale.

"Oh, look at this, they have a sorella Silva," Paul said with a grin as he stepped closer to the shorter Faith. Silva narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her father.

Admittedly, so had Joseph.

"What's your name?" Paul asked. Faith shifted, hands behind her back as a delighted smile stretched across her lips with an answer, "It's Faith."

"Faith," Paul repeated her name, seeming to break it down before giving a small bow, adding with sincerity, "A powerful name for a powerful woman. It suits you."

Paul's compliment had three separate effects from what Joseph could see; it had flattered Faith, who thanked Paul for his kind words. It had annoyed John, who rolled his eyes at the exchange.

And it had concerned Joseph, at least as the Father; while he had entrusted Faith in a role that required her to attract converts to their flock, he was weary of those with perverse sins that would embolden them to act on certain depravities.

There had been minor incidents that had occurred, at least in earlier years, though Faith had shown a strength and belief that always reaffirmed him in his decision to bring her in. Especially when she purified the souls of those who indulged in such vices, allowing them to serve the Project free of their sinful shackles; as angels.

He monitored Paul, watching as the man gazed into Faith's eyes, and saw once again how he lightened up. Paul noted aloud, "I must say, you have such lovely green eyes. Is that a recessive trait?"

As Faith gave an explanation to Paul, Joseph was more confused. The way he stated the detail was too specific. And he had stated loud enough for only their small group to hear.

He glanced to Silva, and was met with a menagerie of changing expressions; first was confusion, then came analysis, followed by baffled realization, until she finally settled on looking unimpressed.

With her reactions, Joseph was at a loss on how to view this interaction between Paul and Faith. Until Paul pulled out of his conversation with Faith and attentively singled Silva out, "You know Silva, se volevi solo parlare con la ragazza, non dovevi fare di tutto per incontrare prima tutta la sua famiglia, right?"

Silva blinked at Paul, staring agape as she processed the stream of words he told her aloud. A blush darkened her skin, grey eyes wide in astounded and embarrassment.

Ah, I see now, Joseph deduced, glancing from Silva to Paul, He's teasing her.

Evidenced by the cheeky grin that grew across Paul's face as he continued, "Lei è certamente una partita. Se vuoi, posso impartirti un po' di saggezza sul primo appuntamento. Purché non riceva un invito a nozze entro la fine dell'anno, eh Silva?"

Silva furrowed her brows at Paul, the blush expanded. She traversed over to grab Paul, telling him, "¡Ey! ¡Ya es suficiente de tu parte!"

Despite an irate Silva telling off a snickering Paul who fruitlessly tried to calm down his daughter, Joseph couldn't help but be endeared by the display in front of him. There was something else too... but he elected to push it away for the time being.

Joseph turned to address his family, and paused as John commented to Faith and Jacob, "Who here suspects this isn't an uncommon occurrence between these two?"

"I don't doubt it," Jacob affirmed, eyeing the duo, specifically Paul, "He's definitely the embarrassing parent."

And here's a few short paragraphed snippets for my DDLC WIP called You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club! for the Last Lines tag. Sayori (plus Yuri and Natsuki) enters the club and interrupts... something:

The door class door clicked open, and both students snapped their heads to Sayori entering the class, who freezes once her blue eyes took in the sight of a frazzled and flushed Monika whose uniform was unkempt and fists were gripping the opened blazer flaps of the equally more disheveled and flushed new student Haoyu, both of their faces in close proximity of each other.

"This isn't what it looks like!" a horrified Monika quickly utters out, letting go of Haoyu's blazer and letting the green-dyed brunette troll drop to the floor with an ignored 'oomph!' as she went to address her club's co-president.

Only to stutter when, much to her horrifying embarrassment two more familiar faces entered the room beside Sayori; that of Yuri who didn't immediately comment on the situation and Natsuki who rushed in with a burning question to Monika's poorly timed outburst, "What doesn't look like what? Wait..."

Monika watched as Natsuki regarded her appearance, and then her pink eyes shifted to Haoyu leaning up nearby the coral brunette; who was repeatedly trying to blow hair away from their face, to a miserable degree of failure.

Once pink met emerald green, Monika could feel sweat start to break when she unfortunately witnessed a mischievous and teasing glint shine in her clubmate's eyes. With a teasing grin, Natsuki asked, "So what's going on in here?"

[ericsonclan]

do you have any personal headcannons for what some of the ericson kids home lifes were like?

Louis: He had a very privileged upbringing but also grew up in a very controlling household. Image is everything. Everything that he did was watched and critiqued by his dad and if he wan't good enough he didn't receive love and affirmation. His mom didn't agree with his dad's way of parenting but she didn't speak up for Louis. Louis' lack of self confidence and self love were caused by his upbringing.

Violet: She had a horrible upbringing. She had some people that were safe to her like her grandparents and her mom as well when she wasn't completely burnt out. But her dad was an abusive drunk who made her childhood hell. She had pockets of time where it was safe like being at her grandparents but the rest of the time she was in an intense abusive setting that she felt like she would never escape. Her defenses and the walls she puts up around people are an outcome of her life growing up.

Sophie, Minnie and Tenn: They had a really good home life. Their parents were really nice and loving but they died and for years the three of them were tossed around in the foster system. No one wanted to adopted three kids and as a result they ended up at Ericson because the system didn't know what to do with them.

Omar: He had very strict, hardworking parents so his home life had very much the same mindset. His parents loved him but didn't necessary like him. They blamed their inability to connect to be something wrong with him. Those "problems" being his quietness and lack of showing strong emotions. Thus they sent him to Ericson.

Aasim: He lived in a household that held him to very high expectations. He went above and beyond in reaching those but he could not hold back his love of fire. He ended up setting something on fire in the neighborhood and greatly pissed off the neighbors who threatened to sue unless his parents sent him somewhere.

Ruby: She had a very loving and accepting household. Her mom passed away when she was young which left her with her dad and her many brothers. Most of the time everything was great but once her anger issues started showing up then problems started happening. She punched a kid so hard they pissed themself all over the playground and so Ruby was sent to Ericson to learn how to be a proper lady.

Brody: She had the most normal, boring upbrining. She lived in a very plain household. Her parents had a kid because "that's what couples do" and so there was always a disconnect between her and her parents. Her anxiety was something very alien to them and they couldn't relate. When her anxiety kept getting worse they kept getting more frustrated and decided to send her to a school to "fix" it.

Mitch: He grew up in a low income household. His mom passed away when he was young and so his dad tried his best to raise him but it was a struggle. His dad had his hands full with just trying to get bread on the table so when Mitch started picking fights over neighborhood kids teasing him about his face and when he blew something up his dad didn't know what else to do but send him away.

Willy: He grew up with a more conservative family. So when he started touching himself they thought he was possessed by the devil. Prayers and church weren't working and they found a brochure for Ericson so they sent him there, partly to try and help him and partly to get rid of him because they were creeped out by him.

Marlon: A very all American household, white picket fence, working class but getting by, very patriotic. His dad voted for Trump. His mom didn't vote because that's not a woman's place. It was a miracle he turned out pretty okay. He had bad anxiety around things surrounding school like tests and sports. So one day he decided to steal a car to blow off some steam. He got caught with that stolen car that he took for a joyride. So to Ericson he went!

[bourbonificould]

season 4 characters favourite video games

So obviously this would be in an AU, so

Clementine doesn't seem like the gamer type, but she'd probably try out whatever Violet/Louis play, and help AJ figure things out occasionally.

AJ would play Smash Bros and Super Mario Series 100%. His favorite character is Yoshi and he gets mad when someone picks him.

Violet probably plays Sims and makes sure that the sim representing her is miserable asf. She changes tabs to YouTube when Louis walks in.

Louis loves every game ever... except for Mario Kart for "personal reasons". He has every musical tiles game on his phone.

Omar secretly plays cooking simulators but switches to overwatch when someone walks in.

Aasim plays GTA just to set civilians on fire.

Mitch plays GTA with Aasim with Willy, but is usually just telling Willy to blow up Aasim's car. He goes on Red Dead Online and buys way too much dynamite.

Marlon plays Pokemon and argues that it's still the best series out there. Sometimes he plays GTA with the guys.

Brody likes story games and almost always falls in love with the protagonist of the game.

Ruby doesn't have a favorite game and is actually employed unlike most of these guys.

Tennessee doesn't like consoles, but sometimes he sits with Violet or Minnie and makes them some Sims characters.

James never tells anyone, but when he goes home he plays Life is Strange. He tells everyone that he likes Legend of Zelda though.

Minerva is open about her Sims love and gets offended when Sophie tells her to get off and come eat dinner.

[the-delta-42]

The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if the Cabin group found Ericson’s instead of the Ski Lodge?

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What if the Cabin group found Ericson’s instead of the Ski Lodge? Prompt Submitted by Worker72 on AO3

Clementine looked at the Cabin as they walked back past it, the group she was with had bumped into another group, headed by Kenny. They told them that they’d encountered a group led by a guy called Carver. So, they ended up back tracking, Kenny suggested that they stay off the paths, so that they would be a bit harder to spot at a distance.

“Y’know, a truck would be good right about now.” Huffed Luke, glancing up at Clementine and Kenny, “How’s the path ahead, Clem?”

“Clear, like a path.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Scowled Nick, getting a sigh from Matthew.

“I hate to be that guy, but can you watch the language?”

“How are you supposed to watch words?” Asked Clementine, looking back at them, “You can’t see words.”

“She’s got a point.” Said Rebecca, getting a small smile from Clementine.

“Besides, I don’t think anyone would want to fuck with us.” Clementine got a swat from Kenny.

“Language.”

“What?” Clementine frowned, “You can swear, why can’t I?”

“Because you’re a little girl.” Said Kenny, looking down at her, “You need to be eighteen before you can swear, smoke, drink and have a boyfriend.”

“But I need to drink.” Said Clementine, “Christa said I’d get dehydrated if I don’t.”

“I meant alcohol.”

“Oh.” Clementine was silent, “Is moonshine alcohol?”

The group came to a sudden stop, with Clementine walking a few feet ahead of them before noticing, “What?”

“Where did you find moonshine?” Demanded Kenny, as Luke frowned.

“Clem, that shed you took us to, where Nick was, what was it?” Asked Luke, giving Nick a suspicious look.

Clementine looked down and mumbled something, as Luke and Kenny slowly turned and looked at Nick.

“You gave her moonshine?”

“You gave a fucking child moonshine?!”

“Clem, was that what you meant by ‘he got drunk’?” Luke looked back at Clementine, who gave a guilty nod, “Right, Nick, gimme the gun.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re immature, now give me the gun.”

Nick looked unhappy about it, but handed Luke his rifle.

E

Clementine tried not to move when she heard someone walking through their camp. If they were here, then it meant that whoever was on watch was either dead or asleep. A shadow stopped over her, then a hand covered her mouth.

“Wake up, don’t make a sound.” A familiar voice whispered in her ear.

Clementine’s eyes widened, before she flipped over, “Christa!”

Christa shushed Clementine, looking around, “Did they hurt you?”

Clementine shook her head, “They’re not the guys that attacked us.”

“How are you sure?” Demanded Christa, “They could be part of a larger group.”

Clementine was prevented from refuting that by Kenny creeping up to them and putting his gun to Christa’s head.

“Kenny, it’s Christa!” Rushed Clementine, making both adults stiffen. Christa slowly turned and looked up at Kenny.

Kenny suddenly scowled and spun in his heel.

“What happened to Luke?” Asked Clementine, making Christa look at her.

“What?”

“The guy on watch, what happened to him?” Pressed Clementine, looking around.

“He walked off.” Said Christa, before they heard Kenny yell.

Everyone suddenly woke up, as Kenny stormed back into the camp and Luke hurried after him, hastily pulling his trousers up.

E

“Okay, push.” Clementine winced at how loud Rebecca was screaming. They had found an old store that, thankfully, was mostly empty of Walkers. Clementine, Christa and Luke dealt with them, there was a Walker that almost got Christa, but Clementine kicked its leg. It was surprisingly effective, Clementine dealt with the other Walkers she came across the same way. There were some working vehicles nearby, so Kenny had roped Luke and Nick into fix up an RV.

Glancing as Christa, Clementine saw the woman staring out into the distance, “Are… are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Clementine looked down and nodded. Christa looked at her, before wrapping and arm around her shoulders and pulling her close, “Get some sleep, Clem.”

E

AJ cooed up at Rebecca, they’d gotten the RV working, even if it was still a bit cramped on space.

“Tell me about this Carver guy.” Said Christa, looking around at them, “Clementine mentioned you were running from him.”

There was a tense silence, before Luke sighed, “Carver was the leader of a group we were in. He was alright, at the start, but then get… I dunno, changed. Started going on about survival of the fittest and all that. He… raped… some people. Pete found out and we split off. He’s been looking for us ever since.”

“Is he likely to follow us?” Asked Christa, as Clementine went up front with Kenny.

“I dunno, maybe.” Shrugged Luke, “We don’t know how far he might go.”

“Is he likely to follow us to Wellington?” Asked Sarita, as Matthew and Sarah played go fish.

“If we can get that far.” Muttered Nick, as Kenny drove around a pile of cars.

E

The RV spluttered to a stop outside an abandoned station. Sighing, Kenny got up, “Welp, that’s the RV busted.”

“Seriously?” Asked Christa, as Carlos checked on Rebecca and AJ, “Did that battery you found die already?”

Kenny shook his head, “Nope, the clutch and radiator. Things I can’t easily or quickly fix.”

“What now?” Asked Luke, as Clementine and Sarah were led out of the RV by Sarita.

“We walk.” Shrugged Kenny, “I mean, what else can we do?”

The rest of the group had just stepped off the RV when an arrow pierced one of the RV’s tyres.

Clementine frowned at the arrow, before she looked at the origin point for it. Spotting something move, Clementine grabbed a hunting knife and bolted towards the trees.

“Clementine!” Luke and Christa took off after her, just as Clementine jumped at something and knocked them to the group. Clementine started punching the person with the bow and didn’t see a chair leg coming towards her head, but Luke grabbing the owner’s wrist stopped them.

Christa wrapped an arm around Clementine’s midsection and hauled her off the person.

“Okay, what the fuck…” Kenny trailed off, before looking at them, “you’re kids.”

The two kids, looking to be a couple years older than Clementine, glared at them.

“What the fuck?” Swore Nick, as Clementine kicked her beating victim in the face.

“Marlon!” Yelled the boy with the chair leg, struggling against Luke’s grip.

“Clementine.” Christa reprimanded Clementine, giving her a look.

E

Clarissa frowned as Marlon and Louis led a group of people into the school. Especially since Marlon had bruises forming on his face.

“What happened?” Demanded Clarissa, striding past Ruby and Brody.

“Your kids shot at us.” Said a man in a flannel shirt, gesturing to a small girl, “And, Clementine’s got a short fuse.”

“I think you can just say she’s short.” Clarissa sent Justin a disapproving look.

Clarissa frowned, before nodding, looking around and freezing at the sight of a woman with a baby, “You’re not raiders.”

“You don’t know that!” Argued Mitch, as Violet joined them.

“What raiders carry a newborn baby?” Asked Clarissa, before looking back at the group, “I suppose some introductions are in order.”

The man in the flannel nodded, introducing himself as Carlos, a doctor, his daughter Sarah, Luke, Nick, Clementine, Alvin, Rebecca and their son Alvin Jr, AJ for short, Christa, Kenny, Sarita, Walter and Matthew.

Luke and Nick were good hunters and trackers, which could help them gather food. Alvin and Kenny were decent mechanics, Sarita, Christa, Rebecca and Matthew were guards/supply runners for their previous groups. Walter was a good cook, something Omar took to be a good thing. Clementine, while a bit abrasive, managed to gel with Minerva and Mitch, with Clementine developing an almost sibling-like bond with the latter. Sarah was an anxiety ridden mess, but Clarissa was set on teaching the girl how to patch people up, asking Ruby to help teach her.

Clarissa bit back a wince as Clementine and Mitch wrestled over Clementine’s hat. Then Clementine let out a gasp and grabbed her left arm, “Fuck.”

Clarissa’s eyebrows shot into her hair as Clementine’s arm started bleeding profusely, “What happened?”

“Clem got bit by a dog a few weeks back,” Explained Luke, “We… mistook it as a Lurker bite. Didn’t immediately treat it. By the time Pete and I managed to convince everyone that she would’ve shown more bite victim signs, she’d broken out, patched herself up and killed a Lurker.”

Clarissa blinked, before rolling Clementine’s sleeve up. Examining it, Clarissa gestured for Ruby to come over.

“What are you doing?” Demanded Kenny, as Ruby crouched down, bringing Sarah with her, next to Clementine.

“Okay, what’s the first thing we do?” Asked Clarissa, having Ruby examine the wound.

“Clean it.” Said Ruby, making Clementine wrench her arm free.

“No.” Clementine tried to scoot away.

Frowning, Clarissa looked at Carlos, “Did she clean it when she stitched herself up?”

Carlos nodded, “Poured the bottle onto it, ended up dropping it.”

Clarissa sighed, “Okay, Clementine, when you cleaned it yourself, you did it wrong. Ruby.”

Ruby reached out and, with surprising gentleness, firmly held Clementine’s injured arm. Clarissa took the peroxide from her pocket and pressed the top of bottle to some cloth, “This is going to sting.”

Clarissa pressed the soaked cloth into the wound.

“Motherfu—”

E

Clementine, sulking, sucked on the lollipop Ms. Martin gave her. Clementine didn’t want to call her Clarissa. She was in the ‘watchtower’ even though she didn’t think a platform with a roof could be called a tower.

“Still sulkin’ about your arm?” Asked Luke, dropping down next to her.

“No.” Lied Clementine, “She took my gun.”

“She didn’t want to aggravate your arm while it healed.” Said Luke, looking around, “Kenny, Nick, Christa and me are gonna clear out some of the infested areas, so everything has a set place.”

Clementine nodded, rolling the sweet over her tongue, “Is that dog still there?”

Luke looked down, “Nope, looks like Rosie’s gone.”

Clementine let out a sigh, before looking at Luke, “Can I have a gun?”

“No.”

“Hmph.” Clementine glared out into the forest.

E

“You know,” Luke looked up at Nick, “I think Carver’s given up on us.”

Luke rolled his eyes and went back to skinning the animal, they managed to find one that didn’t have bite marks on it roaming around, and with the long-life food in the canteen and fully stocked pantry, they had enough to last them a while, even if they weren’t rationing it out.

They heard some unsteady notes being played on the piano, as well as Minerva singing to someone. In the music room, Clementine tried not to wince as Louis clumsily pressed the piano keys. Louis looked nervous, wilting slightly when Justin scoffed at him.

“Why do you keep doing this?” Sneered Justin, “You fucking suck.”

“Then why don’t you play?” Asked Clementine, flatly, “If you think you can do better, prove it.”

Justin sneered at her, only for Marlon to clear his throat, “Justin, she fights dirty.”

Justin huffed, while a girl, Erin, started laughing, “Ooh, Justin got told.”

Justin just scowled and glared at Clementine.

E

Everything was hectic. The adults were having them gather in the dorms, AJ being left with Clementine and Sarah, some of Carver’s people had turned up at the gate. Two of the people, a girl a couple years older than Clementine and a boy the same age, Becca and Gill, was put with them. Clementine, after making sure AJ was safe, snuck out of the dorms.

Kenny didn’t know what to think of Vince and his group, Vince brought weapons with him, Kenny adjusted the scope on his rifle, keeping an eye out for anyone else coming for them. Meanwhile, Vince had Russell, Wyatt, Shel and Mike guard all the entrances into the grounds. Jane, Bonnie, Randy and Patricia were with Luke and Nick. Carlos and some others were set up in an office, in case they had any serious injuries.

“So,” Vince looked at Jane, “what’s the plan?”

“We fight.” Shrugged Vince, “What else can we do?”

E

Carver arrived, with another group, smaller than theirs. They’d received few injuries, Luke, Nick and Mike were shot, Rebecca was stabbed, Alvin and Matthew had been killed, and some of the kids, including Clementine and AJ, were taken.

“We gotta find ‘em.” Said Kenny, waving Carlos away from his destroyed eye, “That woman he was with, her name’s Lilly. She’s crazy.”

“What’s the point?” Scoffed Jane, “Getting them back would be a waste of time.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Snarled Rebecca, glaring at Jane.

“We don’t know where they’re being kept, we don’t know if they’re being kept alive, and we don’t know how we’ll get them back.” Listed Jane, “Just cut them loose.”

Jane seemed unbothered by the combined glares of the group.

“Anyway,” Vince got their attention, “we need to plan this out, we can’t just charge in there, guns blazing.”

E

Clementine glared up at Lilly, she’d hoped that they wouldn’t meet again, but now they were standing on opposite sides of a cage. Lilly, obviously seeing that trying to appeal to Clementine was getting her nowhere, decided to speak, “Where’s Lee?”

Clementine froze, as Lilly continued to speak, “I mean, you were practically glued to him at the Motel. What happened? Did he and Kenny fall out? Did he get shot?” Lilly gave Clementine a smirk, “Did you get him killed?”

Clementine stiffened up and swallowed.

“Oh,” Lilly’s smirk widened, “did you get him bit? Let me guess, where was it? His arm? I’m assuming he bled to death.” Lilly’s smirk turned into a malicious grin, “How many people have you gotten killed, Clementine?”

Clementine tried to speak, but found she was unable to.

“Ben’s not with you, so you must’ve gotten him killed too, the same goes for Katjaa and Duck.” Lilly continued to talk, “I wonder how Kenny put up with you. Walking bad luck, I guess that’s what you are.”

“Y-you’re wrong.” Choked Clementine, making Lilly scoff.

“What?” Sneered Lilly, “Trying to deny murdering people?”

“You murdered Carley.”

Lilly scowled, before an unpleasant smirk formed on her face, “I wonder what she’s say about you now, huh? Maybe you think you're some tough bitch? Like nothing can hurt you, but you're just a scared little girl. Maybe that’s what she’d think of you. Maybe that’s what you know about yourself.”

Clementine felt her throat grow tight, before Lilly gave her a final smirk and sauntered away. Clementine unconsciously backed into the wall of her cell and slid down on it until she was sitting on the floor.

“Clementine?” Minerva tried to get Clementine’s attention, “Clem!”

“Who’s Lee?” Asked Violet, “To you, I mean.”

“H-he,” Clementine’s voice was thick, “He looked after me when it started. L-lilly’s right, I-I did get him killed.”

“Did he blame you for it?” Asked Violet, as Clementine slowly regained composure.

“N-no, he didn’t.”

“Then you shouldn’t blame yourself.” Shrugged Violet, “Lilly’s words don’t mean anything.”

Clementine swallowed and nodded, “R-right. We need to get out of here.”

“Why don’t we just wait for them to get us?” Asked Becca, sitting up.

“Because they don’t know where we are.” Stated Aasim, “Then there’s AJ, wherever that Carver guy took him.”

Clementine, frowning at the gate. Walking up to it, she pulled on it and pushed it. The gate swung open, as the others all pushed on their gates.

“All of them were unlocked.” Said Minerva, dumbly.

E

Kenny brought Chairles down on Carver’s head, “Where.The.Fuck.Are.They?!”

Carver just laughed at him, before Kenny broke through his skull and killed him. Kenny snarled, “Fucker.”

Meanwhile, Clementine, having sent Aasim, Violet, Minerva and Becca off, looked for AJ. Finding a gun and a ton of bullets, Clementine snuck around. Spotting a man walking around, Clementine steeled herself and imagined him as a Walker. The man was dead in an instant. Clementine continued to pretend the people were Walkers, until she finally found AJ, with Lilly standing beside him.

Lilly looked up and froze as the sight of Clementine, “Clementine? How’d you get out?”

“The doors were unlocked.” Said Clementine, “I thought about what you said.”

Lilly’s face curled into a sneer, “Oh?”

“You’re wrong.” Stated Clementine, “We went to Savannah, I let myself be convinced that my parents were still alive. They weren’t. But, I’ve moved past that, I’ve made my peace with it. But you, your dad was already dead and you had the gall to call Lee and Kenny monsters.”

“He could’ve been saved.”

“His heart stopped and he wasn’t breathing!” Yelled Clementine, “He was dead, and your stupidity almost got us locked in a meat locker with a Walker. He had to be put down. But Carley, we were on the side of the road, and you shot her. You fucking shot her because she wasn’t scared of you. And neither am I, not anymore.”

“Clementine, don’t do something you’ll regret.” Clementine thought she heard a nervous twinge in Lilly’s voice.

“I won’t.” Said Clementine, before squeezing the trigger.

E

“This way.” Said Aasim, as they ran up to the school’s gates, “Guys!”

The gates swung open, and Shel rushed out and grabbed Becca, “Oh, thank god.”

Luke frowned, “Where’re Clem and AJ?”

“She went looking for him.” Answered Aasim, “They were keeping us in some train cars.”

Kenny looked down at them, before nodding. He hadn’t gotten two feet away, when they saw a massive herd of Walkers.

“Shit,” Cursed Luke, “Everyone, inside. Now.”

Kenny, reluctantly, followed them back into the school. Looking around, Kenny swallowed, before moving over to a couch. He sat down, with Sarita joining him.

“She’ll be fine, Ken.” Whispered Sarita, “She’s a survivor, like you said.”

Kenny let out a shallow sigh, wincing as he ran a hand down his face, “I can’t lose her, not again.”

Sarita sighed, giving him a gentle kiss, “She’ll be fine, she’s smart.”

On top of the watchtower, Nick spotted something amongst the Walkers. It appeared to be another Walker, but it was wearing Clementine’s hat, and it was hunched over, like it was shielding something. Freezing as he caught sight of the Walker’s face. Clementine looked gaunt and sickly, something happened to her left leg, and she was limping through the Walkers. Nick realised, with a sudden jolt, that Clementine was holding AJ.

“Guys!” Yelled Nick, looking down, “Clem’s back, and she’s hurt.”

Kenny, hearing this, got up and rushed to the gate, his eye landing on Clementine. As soon as she was close enough, Kenny pulled the gate opened and pulled Clementine inside.

“Clem,” Gasped Luke, looking at her, “What happened?”

Clementine was covered head to toe in Walker blood and guts, Kenny crouched down and looked at Clementine’s face, freezing when he saw Clementine crying.

“I-I had to.” Choked Clementine, “I had to.”

Luke stiffening, snatched AJ from her and checked him over, “He’s fine.”

“Clem,” Asked Kenny, “What did you have to do?”

“I-I had to kill Lilly.” Choked Clementine, “She, she would’ve come after us.”

Kenny sighed, “Thank god you’re safe.”

Clementine looked down, before pulling her left trouser leg up, revealing a crescent shaped bite mark on her leg.

“No.” Said Kenny, shaking his head, “No!”

“Kenny?” Clementine’s voice was small, “I don’t feel good.”

Clementine pitched forwards, making Kenny catch her.

“Infirmary. Now.” Ordered Clarissa, directing Kenny to her ‘new-ish’ work station. Quickly clearing a table, Clarissa started to tourniquet Clementine’s leg. Kenny was ushered out by Carlos, losing sight of Clementine when the door shut.

E

Kenny silently worked on the school bus Louis had found. Glancing back at the graves, Kenny spotted Mitch putting Clementine’s hat on one of the graves. Swallowing, Kenny went back to working on the bus.

“Kenny?” Christa’s voice reached his ears, “You alright?”

“Me?” Kenny let out a scoff, “I’m fucking fantastic.”

Christa gave Kenny a half-hearted glare, before looking around, “Still thinking of going to Wellington?”

“Nope.” Answered Kenny, “I mean, we basically got what we were looking for here. It’s nice, hearing kids again.”

Christa let out a sigh, “Do you think Lee’s looking down at us?”

“I hope not,” Chuckled Kenny, “I’ve done some things that I’d prefer remain private.”

Christa sighed, “I hope Rebecca recovers soon, AJ is a nightmare.”

“Nah, he just knows who he likes.” Dismissed Kenny, stepping away from the bus, “I think I’ll call it a day with this.”

Christa nodded, “Yeah, Walter and Omar have finished dinner.”

“That’s nice.” Said Kenny, “Who’s taking the soup up?”

“Brody’s already volunteered herself.” Shrugged Christa, “They’ve saved you a seat.”

Kenny nodded, spotting a couple of crutches resting against the table, and not too far away was Clementine, laughing at something Louis said.

Ericson might not be Wellington, but it had everything they needed.

Next Story: What if AJ wasn’t at McCarroll Ranch?

[thecrusadercomrade]

Currently thinking of an 'Ericson Family Road Trip' where instead of defending against the Delta, the kids take the offense and get out of dodge before the raiders can gear up and attack. Clem taking the long way around to New Richmond just to avoid the Delta and any other warring faction (〜￣▽￣)〜

Not much of an ask I know. I guess the 'ask' part would be how you think the season from Episode 2 onwards would've played out in that route lmao--

Interesting! If I remember right, the original idea for the Final Season was a kind of road trip, and I do think the group deciding to flee would make a lot of sense.

If things went this way, it would really emphasize the disparity between Clementine and AJ's survival experience compared to the Ericson kids. While the Ericson's kids have definitely suffered a lot, I can't help but feel that they've gone through the apocalypse somewhat sheltered compared to Clementine and AJ. They lived in an isolated school with solid brick walls and plenty of opportunities for food. Clementine would really be taking charge here, trying to teach them how to survive out in the wilds of the world.

Since it's a road trip I wouldn't want to go TOO dark with it, but if I were writing this I'd definitely give the group some exposure to the darkness of the apocalyptic world. Cannibals, massive herds, disputes between rival groups. There's a lot they'd need to learn to stay alive.

I don't think I'd have any major human antagonists, since I think that's an overdone thing in zombie media to have humans be the main threat, but I would include some ideas of "survivor politics." How do Clementine and the Ericson's crew handle running into other groups of survivors? Do they make contact, or try to hide? Do they let people join them on their trip, or stay exclusive? What if the place they try to use for shelter is claimed by someone else? Even without the other survivors being bandits, there's a lot of tension to negotiate in any encounter with other humans in the apocalypse. Some might be more friendly, some might be less.

I think a major theme would be the Ericson's kids "reintroduction to the world." None of these kids have really seen the outside world since they were sent to the school. How do they deal with adults after so long on their own? How do they handle knowing the world they knew is truly gone forever? Imagine Ruby scavenging the ruins of a fast food restaurant, part of a chain she and her father always used to go to. What kind of memories would that dredge up? Not to mention, these kids have been alone since the oldest of them were only around eleven. What kind of culture have they built for themselves, and how does it interact with other communities? For example, they seem to be making use of human bones for fishing spears. Maybe it's normal for them, but how would other survivors react to them "utilizing" corpses in that fashion? A lot to consider for something like this, though maybe I've made it more serious than it needed to be XD.