we honestly had to miss so much in literati’s relationship and i will always be bitter about it like what about the nights they spent watching movies and discussing their favorite books and authors and them cuddled up on the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around her? what about all the other cute moments they could’ve had that we never got to see all because jess was there as a plot changer every single time? like i would do anything to have had some sort of literati spin-off and to see all those moments we missed between them but had to sit and watch her have with dean and logan.
After tonight’s episode I don’t even know how I’m going to function at school tomorrow. My heart literally hurts. Glenn was the love of my life and he and Abraham both deserved better. They deserved much more.
SHITTY DRAWING WARNING BUT I SKETCHED THIS QUICKLY OUT BECAUSE I WAS GOING TO HC HAIR CHANGES FOR AUS AND I WAS LIKE DAAAMN THATS A FINE LOOKING EYEBROW AND THEN I REALIZED IF LEON’S EYEBROW IS THIS THICK
Okay so I have like this huge AU, where John Murphy never returns to the camp, never goes back to Bellamy and the deliquents hoping they’ll see pity in what the Grounders did to him. Instead, he just decides to live alone in the woods. He slowly learns the ways of nature and solitude and survival, he becomes the nightmare lurking in the shadows of the trees, who never misses a target, whose eyes look like ice and gloom winter and rain.
And later, while the Skypeople play games of politics and love and war, he becomes this ghost story of a boy who ran away, his blood soaking the earth, who crawled on his hands and knees and survived from all the beasts that tried to break him, who the forest swallowed in and never let go of.
And after a few months, when the earth has calmed down and the wind doesn’t carry the stain of death, a legend is born that the ghost is always there, always watching. Grounders and Skypeople alike talk about all the bodies they’ve seen dropping lifeless on the earth by its cruel and merciless hand, their eyes becoming wide and their voices turning fearful as they recall the memory. While others talk about how they’ve had their lives saved, and their pupils glow and it’s almost warm. The wind whispers rumours of the boy who cut the Mountain’s head just because he could, who slit a Nightblood’s throat because he felt like it.
And so, slowly but steadily, John Murphy - the outcast, the hated, the abandoned - becomes this vague legend that people use to whisper about around the fire in the dark December nights; joke about in the morning hunts of September, making up theories and trying to grasp its concept.
Then one day a deliquent gets lost in the forest, it’s too dark and cold and things with the Grounders aren’t going all too well and when they see him they’re pretty sure their life is over, but then he takes off his mask because “honestly can you shut up? please stop shouting you are literally waking up every beast in a 4 miles distance- OH MY GOD STOP I WON’T HURT YOU SEE?!?” And then the deliquent is like, completely silent for a very long moment, his mouth opens and closes and in the end the only thing that comes out is a tiny, barely audible “shit” and John Murphy just sighs and helps them up and tries to ignore how they keep flinching/ keep a safe distance on the way back to the camp, and he thinks he’s pretty screwed, now everyone will know about him.
But then they are getting close to Arkadia and they have to part and the deliquent, they just- They just turn around and hug Murphy/ squeez his shoulder tightly, whispering a “thank you” before dashing off. And Murphy then simply stands stone-still, not blinking, maybe not even breathing, because What the hell had just happened?
And from then and on the legend speaks of the ghost that decided that being human maybe isn’t too bad after all. The mask isn’t buried, but the boy also doesn’t put it on as often, no more scared to live beyond the shadows. He breathes and the wind smells like sky and wood and earth and like change. And when he returns, everyone stares but he is no longer afraid because this time he isn’t alone. He carries the forest and the wind and the sharp teeth of a hundred wolves with him.
when carl grimes is way too calm and collected you all should be afraid. that kid ain’t afraid of shit and tbh has hate for years for this man. watch out for this bean ok <33 he will avenge ur fallen korean bbq