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aplpaca · 10 months

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why is having your ocs be your special interest unfortunate? please tell us about them!! (curious, friendly tone)

It's unfortunate bc theres not content for them that exist without my own effort 😔(outside of a couple friends) so i cant reblog posts about them like i would for like critical role or something. ive got a variety of "main character" ocs and most of them started out as ttrpg characters that then got their own non-rpg "canon" in a story universe im making with some friends that may or may not end up turning into a series of books. (overarching "plot" of it is that the birth of a new deity ends up connecting people and politics of several planets in different universes)

so like my "main" characters for that are vyma, claysen, and yianni. vyma also has an equally canon ttrpg incarnation for a game thats still ongoing, but claysen and yianni started out as ttrpg characters but now their "canon" is just their storyverse incarnations. i put actual character descriptions under the cut

ima talk about vyma's storyverse incarnation for this, since theres Spoilers for her ttrpg canon that players who follow me dont know yet (but like, the core personality is the same between the two so yeah). but anyway, her full name in storyverse is Vyma Bapp-Matieyepa sip-Sabapak, which is kinda long bc cultural naming conventions include familial last name, chosen/official clan affiliation, and familal-but-not-official clan affiliation (if someone has that). She's one of the unofficial leaders of a revolutionary/resistance group (other leader is one of @cosmemery's characters Naki) that funnels political prisoners to freedom and tries to counteract the imperialism of the country that subjugated theirs and the harm from their own gov that tries to meet the imperialists in the middle. Vyma is pretty tall, pretty butch, and pretty ace. She's got lowkey disabling hyperempathy, but this gets paired with an autistic flat affect that makes her come across unintentionally blunt, monotone, and insensitive at times. she's kinda overcompensated for social issues by using her hyperempathy and just general problem solving to get really fucking good at reading people/figuring out how people are feeling. this unfortunately does not make her any more conversationally adept, and in some cases makes her kinda preachy instead. her flight response (like the trauma response, not just the general fight or flight) is through the fucking roof and she would and prob will grind herself into dust in an attempt to make what she considers a positive impact. she's chronically sleep deprived and refuses to talk about her feelings in a way thats not dodging the question. she likes to bake, but hasnt been able to in a while.

Claysen Hishari (birthname Jarren Claysen Vidravalsh) is like lowkey highkey kinda of A Lot in terms of stuff he's got going on. id like to think i do a decent job not being Edgy (TM) with him but like,,yeah. He's a formal noble who escaped his shitty dad after his mom died and ended up being blackmailed into becoming a spy/assassin. He also technically has emotion/identity-influenced magical power equivalent to at least a minor god, but hes repressing that and its only almost killed him once. His appearance is altered via illusion magic almost constantly. He's more visibly autistic and uses a trade sign language to talk fairly frequently. When he's not signing, he has a very specific speech pattern, and often pauses in the middle of sentences while he figures out how to make words work. At the start of the story, he basically hasn't had goals or ambitions or strong personal convictions for A While, and a lot of his growth is Growing A Fucking Spine and Learning To Act On Things. A lot of his other growth is self acceptance stuff (both autism and the whole emotionally volatile magic thing bc por que no los dos). He has a pretty fuckin codependant relationship with @cosmemery's character Kay, and even before they actually become romantic, theyre platonically flirty with each other to a kinda obnoxious degree. hes bi, super reserved but has a certain air of competence/force of presence to him despite that, and has a special interest in spiders and bugs in general

And apparently tumblr has a word limit for asks or somthing bc it wont let me add my last characters paragraph onto this so im gonna just reblog it with yianni's stuff in a sec

#me #vyma #claysen #yianni

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littlecarnet · 1 year

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I love how Pokemon Scarlet/Violet has a rotom camera feature, with a selfie option and filters, even your leading pokemon gets to pose with you! There's so many scenic places in the game just begging to be photographed, like I'm not kidding, the towns have so much attention to detail in them, they look like livable places and it makes you want to explore every little corner of them (which can award you with items). The npcs are...meh, very one dimensional but that's fine, the series has always been more about exploration than dialog.

There's three paths to take in-game but it never pushes you down any of them. You're kinda just left to do whatever, which I love. I've been really taking my time just making picnics with my pokemon complete with cooking, snapping photos, and taking classes at the academy. The picnic thing is super unnecessary but cute, and if I had to add any other unnecessary things to the game it would be a journaling option so I could put my photos in it, keep a scrapbook of my adventure, and make some observational notes about certain places or pokemon. Maybe I can do that on my tablet since my Switch can send photos to it.

One neat thing I found out is that the Switch can send photos to an Instax printer, and yes...I did print out real Polaroids of the photos you see here. They're adorable and the one with my character and Haunter is in my wallet now. Fun fact, Haunter is my favorite pokemon and has been part of my winning teams since Gen 1. They're all named after the original Circe from my copy of Red.

If I had to add anything else I'd love to see:

- The ability to grow berries and herbs in the school campus garden

- Have a rematch with the titans and Team Star bosses

- To be able to decorate your dorm room

- To fish, just like in previous gens

I haven't played through the whole game, I'm barely through the fourth gym - again, just taking my time- so I dont know what sort of other features I'm missing yet. I don't want any spoilers though. I made a huge mistake spoiling PLA for myself and I wish I hadn't, but not with this game. I'm avoiding every spoiler so I can experience it as intended.

Let's see, other things I like so far...

- I caught a Ditto and named it Cici. Im not sorry.

- I'm glad the evil team has real motivations for being the way they are. They're not trying to rule the world, they're just sick of the status quo. I don't support their method but I do support their message. I think they could've handled it differently though. Also their rides are incredible. Pokemon that are super modified semi-trucks! Man I need that in my life! I want a super semi-truck pokemon!

- Nemona kinda gives me bad vibes so far. Maybe my view will change of her as I get further in but for now she reminds me too much of an ex-friend that was super clingy, pushy, and liked invalidating my choices under the guise ' I know what's best for you'. That's why I chose to do the opposite of what she was suggesting. It was my way of saying ' Girl, don't tell me what to do with my life'. This is MY treasure hunt, not yours.

- So far in my play through, I think Arven is a green witch or at least the equivalent of one within that universe. Dude deals with ancient books, mysterious crystals, and magical herbs. He's into alternate medicine and I can totally support that. Also he doesn't boss me around and actually tells me to be careful. Oh and he makes me sandwiches like a sweetheart. I just hope he's not another Volo though, because I swear to Arceus I will drop-kick him into a volcano.

- I'm pretty sure Ms Raifort is a descendant of Professor Laventon and by extension is distantly related to Chairman Rose and Peony( at least in my theory). Laventon's photo is on her wall. I love references like this, builds up on the lore.

- And don't know what people are talking about with glitches, I've played this game since Jan 2nd, and I've yet to run into any glitching, maybe a bit of lag while running around, but yeah, maybe Im lucky? The only noticeable glitch I ran into was when I threw a pokeball at a Tauros above me to start a battle, this warped me from a bottom level of a cliff to the top. Effectively allowing me to skip to an area in the game I wasn't supposed to go to yet.

Sadly this meant a lot of pokemon in that area were higher level than mine and I nearly got wiped out before heading to a pokecenter. But! This did mean I got to use the pokecenter as a save spot that I could come back to when I leveled up. A funny yet helpful glitch.

#my thoughts on the game so far #its good #definitely worth it #especially if like taking your time on games like i do

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prosebushpatch · 2 years

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okay but im just saying, imagine if, instead of trying to remake the world or whatever, the leader of team galactic in the present timeline (could be Cyrus or maybe a certain twin or you know, the protag’s mom, pick ur angst poison) was just trying to summon Arceus to bring back a person who fell through a wormhole. Like not trying to remake the world but to bring back their world.

#rose and rambles #arceus spoilers #pla spoilers #tagging for spoilers just in case BUT LIKE IMAGINE????#that one lady who was a star in the pokemon contests is suddenly on the news for trying to fight a god to bring back her child from the past #Emmet learns about wormholes and idk maybe he doesn't even know what happened or why but he *knows* his brother is *somewhere*#so he seeks out the pokemon who can command time and space because he would just do that for Ingo #i haven't found all the pokemon yet so i haven't met arceus in the game but #i was thinking like how we want to send the protag and Ingo back and presumably the only one who can do that is Arceus #so im just thinking what about the other end?#like yeah the friends and fam we left behind probably don't know what happened #but imagine they sought out Arceus too #like going through the steps Cyrus did #creating the chain with the lake legendaries just on a sliver of a hope it would bring their most precious person back #and then im thinking imagine if the villains in these games had something like that #imagine if Cyrus wasn't trying to recreate the world but just wanted to bring back the one who would complete his world #it would be very heartbreaking i think and anyway that's enough rambling #im having emotions

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royalydamned-archive · 2 years

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5 reasons to stay alive - reason 3

(Sandor Clegane x reader)

Summary: For someone who didn't care what other said about him, Sandor very much hated being painted in the same light as his brother. He swore that after everything, he will be the one to bring him to justice.

Warnings: adult language

|AN|: intimate hugs > kissing, also sorry for the delay, I had the most stressful 2 weeks ever, but I'm back on my bullshit.

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He was drowning -- no. He was still lying on the ground, but the breathing was too difficult, sounds far too quiet and distant just as if he had fallen into a river, taken hostage by the water with only possible escape to the afterlife. If there even was one.

Sirens wailed somewhere, loud and yet so quiet at the same time, his name called over and over again, once like a plead, other times like a command. His body moved, lifted from the ground, someone's hands all around him, blue and red light flashing through his lids and he tried to open his eyes, silhouettes and blurred shapes only things visible.

"Clegane," someone said firmly and Sandor's gaze focused for a few moments on a familiar face before he involuntary slipped away once again, balancing on the line of consciousness.

"Hold on."

A groan escaped his throat, something inside him hurting at the force he was moved. Everything was like a dream, yet like a memory. A place he had visited before, sensations all too familiar, something he wanted to forget, something he did forget ages ago. But the shadow had followed him every day, murming words of vengeance into his ears.

He could hear them. Their whispers, their slander, the judging glares and suspicious looks.

Sandor was used to it all. Wherever he went, rumors appeared, speculations trying to figure out his evil intentions. The Hound -- a monster of his own brother's creation, the spy amongst the police, only waiting for a crucial information to bring back to his rotten family. Nothing but a mere pawn in the game of the law and one of the most wanted criminals.

He didn't need them to like him. He didn't need them to trust him. All he wanted was to see his brother brought to justice, to suffer for what he had done. Sandor wanted the cunt dead for what he did to their sister.

"You're twitching again," you remarked, placing a bottle of beer in front of him before kneeling by his side.

"Huh?"

"You're angry." He rolled his eyes, taking a long swing from the bottle, the bloody knuckles of his hands stretching uncomfortably. "You know you're allowed to do that, right?"

"Yeah, no shit," he snapped, regretting his tone instantly as his shoulders slumped with a groan. "We almost had him."

You bit your lip, looking at your friend in symphaty as the trouble spread all over his face, nudging you to comfort him, to help in any way you could.

Hesitantly, you placed a hand on his shoulder and he tensed visibly at the touch, the gesture seemed to throw him off more than to calm him down. "It's not your fault."

"Everybody else disagrees," Sandor bit back the urge to hit something again, his knuckles already bruised and cracked open, blood staining your furniture on certain places, and you just hadn't said anything about it. "What a fuckin' coincidence Gregor got away when I had him. What're the fuckin' chances, huh? They all think I let 'im go."

"Do they still think you work for him?"

"Some," he answered simply, putting down the glass bottle a little too harshly back on the table, and you flinched at the loud sound.

"I'm sorry Sandor, you don't deserve this." The man scoffed, not musing you with whatever thoughts he had on the matter.

You knew that silently he suffered, bearing the knowledge that people see him the same man as his brother, the same cruel person he's not. He hated how they thought he was the same while he despised everything associated to the name Gregor Clegane.

"Here, let me help." You took his bloody hand into yours, tiny white pieces of plaster and dust covering the dark red underneath. The markings of his rage, of the frustration. Sandor looked at you, a sign of defiance in his deep gaze, but he let you run across the wound with your gentle touch. "There are other ways to let your anger out than punching walls."

"Hm," he grumbled, eyes focused on your fingers tickling his skin.

Picking up a bandage, you covered it in desinfection pressing it onto his bruised knuckles. He didn't flinch, intensely watching you work in heavy silence, too aware of how close you were to him at the moment.

There were times when he wanted to grab you, pull you as close as possible to him and show how badly he wanted you, show you the desire that burned inside him, as rough and wild as he was perceived. Other times he just wanted to hold you, feel the warmth of you, just anywhere near. He needed you, but he couldn't scare you away.

"For someone this quiet your head is really loud."

"The fuck's that s'ppoused to mean?" You threw the dirty bandage on the floor and met his eyes. He did remind you of a dog in a way, his glance sad, almost hurt just like Stranger's when you first found him.

"I know what you're thinking about."

"You do?" Sandor asked, worry lingering in his voice that he tried to hide. He didn't want to see your disgust as you reveal you had noticed his desire, how he would see you leave and regret every single second he had allowed himself to admit how much he needed you with him.

"Yes. Your only focus has been getting Gregor to prison and yet so many think you help him get away every time. Wheter you admit it or not, it upsets you."

"I don't care what those cunts think." Lie. You were right. He hated it. He hated how they thought they were alike. The same person in a different font.

"Then why do you so desperately try to be his opposite in any way you can?"

Sandor scoffed: "Stupid."

"You want to prove it to all those you say you don't care about, the thought alone of being associated with your brother angers you--"

"You don't know shit!" he spat, yanking his hand away from your grasp, knocking the beer bottle on the floor with the abrupt action. You froze, a small gasp escaping past your lips, more in surprise that fear, yet Sandor saw the dread that flashed through your eyes for a single moment. "Fuck," the man cursed under his breath, catching your hand as you reached to start picking up the shattered glass.

Your fingers trembled, heart pounding wildly. He wouldn't hurt you, you were safe, still, there was something in the back of your head that screamed in alarm at his outburst.

"You're scared of me," he said, regret flooding his dark eyes. His grip on you was gentle, yet firm, big rough hand squeezing yours. A pang of guilt shot through your heart. You weren't scared, but the reflex of self preservation was more powerful that you, more powerful than the trust you had in him.

"I get scared every time someone so big screams at me," you answered half-joking, the situation still as tense even after your attempt to easy it. When his expression didn't change, you smiled, covering his big hand with your own palm. It was alright, the two of you were still you.

"Sorry." Sandor watched you silently, his focus on your hands where you touched, neither of you moving to let go. You seemed frozen in place, and he hated himself. Just a terrifying monster everyone saw, and they seemed to be right. Maybe there was more Gregor in him than he would admit, just waiting to hurt those around him, begging to see them suffer. His brother loved to see the pain, the fear; Sandor resented it. He hated it even more if it was in your eyes.

You reached out, touching the right side of his face, caresing the hard scarred skin with your thumb and something inside him twisted in the strangest way. He almost closed his eyes under the kind touch, needing more, wanting you closer -- selfishly thinking about his desires in a time like this.

"You're right," he admitted finally, the simple sentence comfirming your words and assumptions. Sandor wasn't a man of words, but he needed to tell you the truth. You were the only one who deserved it. "I hate him. I hate havin' the same name as him, I hate lookin' into the mirror and not only seein' what he did, but parts of him in me too. I want to see him suffer not only for what he did to me, for what he did to others, but what he could do soon walkin' free."

"Like what?"

"Every day that fucker isn't locked up he can just hurt you too." The answer took you by surprise, and himself too, he never expected to say those words out loud. They almost felt like a direct confession. Even if you didn't exactly know what he meant, now there was no denying he cared about you and your safety.

Without a word, you embraced him, pulling him tightly to your body, the warmth of it all around him. Overwhelming. You had hugged him before, briefly and shortly, but this was different. With your arms around his neck and face almost buried in his hair, your form pressed against his middle. For a while he couldn't move, too many things swirling in his mind, but quickly he found himself, carefully wrapping his arms around you, feeling you and trying to remember as much of the moment as he could.

He had to protect you.

In the back of his mind, the words kept replaying themselves over and over again, as a reminder of his promise, of his goal. How could he keep you safe, how could he finish what he started years ago if he gave up?

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Tags: @yaskna @rainyvincent

#sandor clegane x reader #the hound x reader #game of thrones fanfiction

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skittskitt · 2 years

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i think sexyman is the wrong term, but he is popular on tumblr, also not excactly two of them, he has a twin named Emmet and they run the battle tower equivalent in unova which is a battle subway in which they are the final boss of sorts if you battle and win long enough, tags for both of the both of them is called submas, which is subway masters shortened, people are obsessed with both of them either because of haha funny train men or oh no :( sad train men(because of pla)

Ingo is the older twin with a permanent :( face, cannot physically express emotion at most times, but has a very expressive(and loud) voice, very polite, while Emmet has a :) face and is more visually expressive, says very as verrrry, has a weird, funny, often threatening walk and speaks very bluntly but means well. Their names in japanese is Nobori(Ingo, it means Up-train) and Kudari(Emmet, it means Down-train), Ingo wears black and Emmet wears white, their aces, based on the game. are Chandelure or Excadrill (Ingo) and Eelektross or Archeops(Emmet).

Emmet is usually headcanoned to have a lot of Joltik due to the galvantula in their team having the move Cross-Poison, which is a move that can only be learned by that pokemon if it was bred.

both are verrry passionate about trains and pokemon battles, the poses they do is a technique used japan when working with trains! point and call! both are very close with each other and that makes Ingo having amnesia in pla hurt a lot more(Ingo quotes Emmet in pla a lot without noticing)

There's also Elesa, who's the gym leader of the city they're in (Nimbasa, and she's a electric type gym leader!) which is usually shown to be very close to the two in fan work (im not exactly sure if interactions between her and the train twins is canon) and she's a model outside of being a gym leader! i personally see her as a third sibling or very close friend but some people ship her with one of the twins

Unfortunately there's a ship for both of the twins and it's called blankshipping(ew), but most fans really hate it so you can easily weed those out

Also Unova is the New York equivalent in the pokemon universe so Ingo's situation in pla is partly hilarious

I'm going to be honest and say that I didn't expect people info dumping about them to be but I can't say I regret my decition.

I made that post half-jokingly 5 min before my therapist appointment and didn't realize just how popular they are. Gen 5 is the games I feel like I have the least connections with since they came out when I was going through some major depresseing stuff, so I didn't really get to enjoy the games, but it's honestly so nice and heartwarming to see the passion for these guys.

Now I really want to play gen 5, I have played through the games before but I don't really remember much...

(but yeah don't ship them ew)

Pokemon is my special interest so I want to thank you very much for all this information!! 🥺💕

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currahee-gal · 5 years

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If you wrote anything George Luz, Joe Liebgott, or Joe Toye I would be forever happy :)

Oof tough choice, they’re all great! I’m going to go with my sweet boy, Joe Toye. Sorry this took a hot second to write, I’ve had a bit of a tough weekend but I won’t trouble you with the details. Writing this did cheer me up, though! I listened to “Oh, Pretty Woman” by Roy Orbinson while writhing this so if you want to listen to it while reading, be my guest. (also this turned out to be a lot longer than I intended it to be but oh well). Enjoy!

Only For You

Pairing: Joe Toye x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, slight jealous!Joe, soft!Joe, some swearing. I think that’s it.

Word count: 1578 (sorry it’s a bit long)

He would never admit it, but Joe Toye had the biggest crush on you. The moment he saw you in line for dinner one of the first nights at Toccoa, he fell. Hard. You had sat next across from him that night and had sparked up a conversation with him about your mutual dislike towards your commanding officer. Since then, you both have remained close. You were so intelligent and level headed, yet you had spunk that could rival Nixon at times. Not to mention you were incredibly sweet and caring towards others. And that smile, Jesus Christ, that smile. Everytime you smiled, he just about died.

Of course, you didn’t know that he felt like this, but the entire company knew. All of Easy company’s men were sick and tired of him beating around the bush. So, a plan was hatched.

It was one of the few times that Sobel hadn’t revoked everyone’s weekend passes, so the men were released from the confines of camp to have a night on the town.

Joe sat up at a bar with Bill Guarnere, George Luz, and Donald Malarkey.

“And so I took ‘em.” George finished his story, sipping his beer languidly.

“You took his pants?” Bill quirked a brow at his friend.

“Yep.”

“All of ‘em?” Joe chuckled.

“Absolutely.” George nodded.

“Well where’d ya put ‘em?” Malarkey asked, sitting on the edge of his seat. George shrugged, looking preoccupied as he checked his watch.

“Well I wanted to hide them so he couldn’t find, but hiding them with my stuff seemed too obvious… so I put ‘em at the bottom of Perconte’s foot locker.” George snickered.

“That’s why Webster isn’t comin’ out tonight? Because he ain’t got no pants?” Bill hooted in laughter, the other men joining him. George nodded, taking another sip from his beer.

“You are too much, Luz.” Joe said, shaking his head.

“Hey, he was the one who hid my P.T. gear and left me no choice but to run Currahee in full gear. He thought he was so funny, seeing me sweat my ass off. Who’s Mr. Funny Guy now, huh?” George muttered. He was about to say something else but was cut off by a loud cheer from behind him. The group of men turn to see you walk into the bar, a smile spread across your face.

Joe felt himself blush. For the first time he saw you out of P.T. gear and green jumpsuits. Tonight you wore your dress greens, your skirt stopping just above the knee and he thought your hair was done up real nice. You smiled and waved as you started to walk towards him, but you were suddenly swept away by Skip.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna play some pool? They’ve got a table and everything.” He said, throwing an arm over your shoulder and guided you to the other side of the bar.

“Aw, Skip, I’d love to, but I don’t know how to pla-” You tried to explain but Skip insisted.

“Sure you know how, I’ll teach you. Come on, the table is right over there.” Skip pushed you along, but before he could disappear into the crowd, he threw a very obvious wink over his shoulder and a thumbs up.

Joe sighed and took a swig of his drink. He was so close to spending the evening with you. Now, there you were playing pool with Skip. He should be the one playing pool with you. Not Skip. He bet that Skip could barely play pool, Joe would be a much better teacher. Joe glanced at the guys to see that they were all staring at him expectantly.

“What? Do I got somethin’ on my face?” Joe’s hand went to wipe his face.

“When are you gonna tell her?” Bill grinned.

“Tell her? Tell her what? I have no idea what the hell your talkin’ about, Guarnere.” Joe sputtered out. George smiled.

“You like her.” He said in a teasing tone, slowly reaching out to poke him. Joe swatted his hand away.

“Touch me and I cut it off.” Joe snarled.

“Someone’s suddenly very defensive.” Malarkey observed, making Joe shoot him a look.

Then he glanced over at you. You were watching Skip play out his turn. She looked up from Skip to meet Joe’s eyes. He immediately averted his gaze back to his drink.

“So when are you going to ask her out?” George was practically buzzing. Joe scoffed.

“I’m not.”

“What do ya mean your not? You crazy?” Bill exclaimed, gesturing to you across the room. “She’s totally into you, how can you not see that?”

“Don’t point, she’ll see!” Joe hissed, his eyes flicking frantically between his friend and you at the pool table. Bill threw his arm down.

“Do you want me to ask her for you?” Bill smirked.

“Dear God, please no.” Joe paled

“I’ll do it.”

“Fuck, Guarnere, I swear to Christ-“

“Hey Y/N!” Bill called over the crowd. You averted your gaze up to Bill. “C’mere! I gotta tell ya somethin’.”

Before you could make your way over, Joe leaped from his bar stool to meet you halfway. There was no way he was going to let Guanere ruin this for him.

“Hey Joe! How’re you doin?” You giggles at his eagerness. He shrugged.

“Oh not too bad, wanna go for a walk? It’s kinda stuffy in here.”

“But Bill said he-“

“Aw forget about ‘im. It was stupid anyway, c’mon.” He gently grabbed your hand and lead you through the crowd and out of the bar.

Once you both were outside, the sudden change from the sounds of the busy bar to the almost deafeningly peace outside made you both laugh.

“So how’d you like pool?” Joe quiried, slowly starting to make his way down the sidewalk. You shrugged, walking close behind him.

“It’s alright, I guess. Skip isn’t really that great at explaining stuff. I was kinda glad Bill called me over when he did. Skip had just explained the rules and I still didn’t have a clue as to how to play.” You laughed, making Joe smile.

“If you want me to, I could teach you sometime?” Joe blurted out without really thinking. He cleared his throat and shrugged. “I mean, only if you want to, of course. Or I could teach you poker? You like card games? I know a ton of card games we could-”

“Joe?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You seem a bit nervous.”

“Me? No. You?”

“Not when I’m with you, I’m not.” You blushed as the words left your mouth. Joe blamed the color rising in your cheeks on the cold breeze. It had to be.

“Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?” He made quick work of taking his jacket off before you could protest.

“Joe, it’s fine I’m not-oh!” He wrapped the jacket around your shoulders, the article of clothing practically swallowing you. You flushed a deeper red, pulling the coat closer to you. “Thanks Joe.”

“My pleasure.” He smiled. Out of the blue he leans in and pecks your cheek.

Your eyes go wide and stare at him in shock as he pulls away. His eyes are just as wide, his hand going to cover his mouth.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know where that came from.” He whispered so quickly you had to strain to hear him. But you did.

“Is big bad Joe Toye goin’ soft?” You teased with a smirk blooming on your lips, poking him his chest with your index finger. He chuckled, shrugging and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Only for you.”

You smiled at his words. In a moment of bravery, you took a step closer to him, leaned up and pecked him softly on the lips with your palms laying against his broad chest. You felt him freeze for a moment, but it was just for a moment. He wrapped his right arm around your waist, pulling you as close as he could, and his left hand cupped you cheek affectionately. When you pulled away, you were both smiling. His faltered for a moment.

“Don’t tell the guys. Not yet anyway. It’s just, they’d-”

He was cut off by hooting and hollering coming from the bar. You both whipped your heads to see Malarkey, Luz, Guarnere, Skip, Penkala, and several others at the porch step of the bar cheering and whistling.

“Yeeeaah Joe!”

“‘S ‘bout time!”

“Atta boy!”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little as you lean your head on his chest with a sigh.

“Looks like they already know.” He shrugged at your words.

“Well now that they know, wanna remind them?”

You glanced up at him, quirking a brow.

“What?-” He cut you off with a searing kiss. His hands held your waist gently to hold you in place while you threw your hands around his neck. You smiled into the kiss before pulling away.

“A reminder or a warning?” You whispered, your lips still lingering on his. He smirked, pressing a kiss to your jaw before whispering back.

“Let them decided that.” A kisses on your cheek. “Let’s see,” a kiss to temple. “Who’s brave enough,” a kiss to your forehead. “To mess with,” a kiss to your nose. “My,” a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Girl.” he finishes by pressing a peck to your lips.

“Your girl?” You smirk.

“My girl.” He smiled.

“I like the sound of that.”

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‘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.

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