rip clem

Apology Muffins


Clementine shoes squeaked wildly as she ran down the paved pathway, wagon loudly in tow with her muffins. She already taste tested them, and was finally going to make enough money in order to buy that cute teddy bear she saw in the toy store window!

As she ran, the rag doll could help but notice a single monarch fluttering right past her. Her blue eyes locked onto the creature, and she followed it’s movements with a smile.

A very big mistake.

Not seeing where she was going, the child crashed into the legs of a much larger figure, halting her movements and landing roughly on the ground. She squeaked in surprise, her wagon stopping just as abruptly as she did. Thankfully, it didn’t tip over.


Stealing the Pills from Arvo, reminded me of season 1, when they stole the supplies in the car.

Made me think about how different Clem is now, in season 1 they were not sure if the stuff was someone’s but Clem still didn’t wanna take it. Now she knows its someone and at least thought about taking it.

Also don’t you think the two guys who were robbed look really similar? Only a younger version?


rip to clem’s youth

hello i made another video edit to make up for my absence on my art stuff


RIP Clem
Unfortunately due to a hiccup in the Vault Tec experimentation a vault dweller has passed. Clem, the most eager vault dweller of Vault 88, passed away while riding the power generating bike. This was most likely a direct result of the discrete Buffout injections that improved pedal speed and duration, but probably also caused cardiac arrest.

Rough Times in Vault 88

anonymous asked:

Tell me just a little brief summary of your muse.

clem is what i hope to be a subversion of a typical like? fairy tale girl. if you look at any of my girl muses you’ll find that most of them are ma/nic pix/ie dream girl subversions bc that’s sort of my aesthetic. i like making dreamy girls who are angry and strong and not just sad girls who need to be taken care of, because like. i just don’t find those interesting to write. i also try to stay away from the other side of that, which usually results in this weird caricature of a person who doesn’t really have any emotions but somehow still has to be taken care of. sorry if that doesn’t come out correctly, i’m a lil sleepy rip.

clem is sort of the opposite of cherry, aka @chcrrypop. cherry is very much grounded in the real world despite what one may think initially. she is tired but she is forced to be in the waking world constantly, she is forced to see her surroundings because her surroundings, as awful as they are, will be what helps her in the end. she already feels like she’s dreaming, like she’s having a nightmare, and wants to escape that. she really wants to get away from what she wants to believe is just a really awful nightmare even though really, she knows it’s not. she also had a great childhood right up until things went really bad. she knows what it’s like to be loved by her family.

clem, on the other hand… boy oh boy like. she came into existence at the absolute fuckin worst time, right when her family was beginning to fall apart. her whole life has been spent watching her family repair itself and she’s always felt like an outsider because of it. she uses stories and dreams to escape from the world and to create a place of her own, rather than using them to find answers if that makes sense. cherry views the world as more of a puzzle to be solved while clem views it more as a cage to get out of.

i know this wasn’t brief and i hope this made sense and didn’t sound like. fuckin ridiculous or pretentious rip

Walking Dead Game FanFiction - "A Fear of You"

Title: A Fear of You
Characters: Kenny, Luke, Nick, Clem
Summary: Luke scolds Clementine for doing a dangerous act, and realizes he actually scared her.
Author’s Note: Some swears!
Requested By: Anonymous
“Where the hell is Clem?” Luke cried out to the rest of his group, his temple squished together in agony. “I can’t find her!”
“Last I heard she was going outside to help vanilla ice with something.” Kenny grumbled from his seat in front of the ski lodge’s fire. He had one arm thrown overtop of Sarita, and the other clutching a bottle of water.
“What?!” Luke gasped in horror, snagging some weird stares from other members of the cabin group. Nick was a broken man at this point, he wasn’t exactly capable of taking care of Clementine in his sad, depressed state. The two of them out alone and he couldn’t help but worry. “God, I gotta go find them.”
“Calm down, Luke. I’m sure they’re fine.” Carlos started, darting his eyes between the male and his daughter.
Luke raised an eyebrow at Carlos before giving an almost silent sigh and nodding. “You’re right! I’m just going to check to see if they need help with anything.” He claimed, putting on the ‘the world hasn’t gone to ruins yet’ show for his frightened daughter. Grumbling as he clicked the door shut, the male started towards the small patch of forest that surrounded the large lodge.
As he wandered through the trees, hacking tree branches off that were in his way with his sword, the man grumbled and desperately searched for the two people in his group he cared for most. In his opinion, it was rather foolish to let the two off alone again since the incident with Pete. Nick clearly wasn’t in a good condition to be out here with anyone, let alone a young girl.
“Ugh!” The tiny, determined grunt from a female’s voice snagged the male’s attention, causing him to straighten his posture.
“Clem?” He called, and without hearing a response, he darted towards the source of the noise. Pushing back some loose brush that stood between him and his destination, the leaves uncovered Nick, huddled off to the corner next to a large rock with Clementine attempted to rip her axe out of a walkers head.
Nick’s eyes glanced up, and locking onto the male he jumped to his feet. “Luke!” He yelled gleefully. “Thank god you’re here! I was worried, man.” Luke clamped his hand over the drunken male’s mouth.
“Dude, keep it down would ya?” Taking a sniff of the air he scowled. “Have you been drinking?” Glancing between the teen and the girl his glare grew. How could he be so foolish? Drinking in front of a child. Of course, Clementine had probably seen a lot worse by now.
Swatting Luke’s hand away from his mouth, Nick spoke once more in his depressed voice. “What does it matter to you?” As he slurred his words, he stumbled backwards and towards his previous seat. “I can drink if I god damn want to! I need a goddamn drink.” Taking a seat upon the rock this time, he took another swing from the bottle he had in his hand.
Clementine glanced between the two, occasionally catching Luke’s gaze. It was rather hard to believe that the only reason they were out here was because Clementine was the only one who saw the drunken fool leave the building, so she dashed after him to keep him safe and direct him back to their temporary home.
Clearly, it didn’t work.
A soft groan escaped the bushes behind Nick, a sudden a limp hand drew closer and closer to the male’s head. Clementine gasped quietly, however Luke was too busy, stomping the limp-walker on the ground’s heads in. He didn’t want it coming back after all.
“Nick, watch it!” Clementine gasped, finally deciding to take action before it was too late. Ripping the male away from his seat, Clem slammed her axe into the monsters head just before it latched onto her neck causing it to collapse against the rock as blood trailed down the once-grey stone. After yanking her axe out of his skull, she groaned and collapsed onto the ground in a pant. Hearing another soft breath, Clem stabbed the side of his head for good measure and stood, wiping her hands off on her shirt before ripping away her weapon.
“Clem…” Nick breathed in awe, he was just about to start towards and thank the girl for saving his life when Luke forced him back with a palm against his chest and kneeled before the child.
“Clem, what the hell were you thinking?”
“What do you mean?” She asked breathlessly, rubbing the back of her neck in confusion.
“You can’t just throw yourself into danger like that. You could have gotten bitten.”
“But Nick would have gotten bitten if I didn’t do something!”
Luke groaned, standing and smacking his hand against his forehead. “God damn, Clem. Look, I know you think you’re strong. But you’re just a little girl! Tone it down a notch or else you are going to get yourself or other people around you killed. I don think that’s what you want to happen!”
Silence enveloped the group like a blanket as the child’s golden eyes stared up at the male in horror.
His gaze down towards the girl was cold, one of frustration and pain. He was only trying to tell her to be more careful and less heroic, but it came out all wrong.
Quickly turning away, Clementine began to walk, then fast-walk, and then dash out of the forest.
“N-No! Clem, I—”
“She’s gone.” Nick grumbled, tossing his empty glass bottle against the newly-dead walker’s chest. With a glare towards his friend, Luke pushed Nick forwards and after the young girl.
The whole walk back to the cabin was in compete silence. Luke had a hand on Nick’s back to steady him, but there wasn’t any way Luke felt like talking. He had just scared away one of his favourite people. It killed him a little inside.
Clementine was so sweet and innocent despite everything she had gone through. She was the toughest girl he knew. And yet, his words hurt her so deeply. He was a monster.
Finally reaching the lodge, he pushed the drunken teen inside and started up the stairs entering into the living room. “Where is—”
“What the hell is you’re problem, bud?!” Kenny growled, stabbing Luke’s chest with his finger. “Clementine just ran upstairs and refuses to come back down. I bet it had something to do with you, or drunk-ass over here! I’d bet my life on it.”
“I’m going to talk to her.” He claimed, brushing past him.
“Oh, you sure as hell better!” He yelled up the stairs before Sarita placed one of her hands against one of his shoulders to calm him.
Reaching her door, Luke stared at it silently before speaking. He was partially listening for anything from the girl, but also grumbled as he listened to Kenny complain about him and his ‘irresponsibility.’ “Clem?”
“G-Go away!” The child called from inside her tiny room upon hearing the gentle knock against her door.
“Clem, please let me in.”
God, he must have really gotten to her bad.
Ignoring her requests, the male crackled open the door, and grunted upon seeing a chair attempting to lock it shut. He frowned even more when he realized that the young one was curled up in the corner of her bed, head in her knees.
“I said, go away.” She grumbled again, feeing her bed creek as the male took a seat beside her.
“Clem, look. I know I scared you, but I—” As he spoke, the male extended his hand out to touch the girl’s shoulder, but she flinched away before he could make contact.
“I care about you, Clem.” He continued. “I know I have stupid ways of showing it, but I do. I was worried something was going to happen to you while you two were out there and I couldn’t handle it. Seeing you risk your life to save Nick just made me realize how much I value you.”
Clementine’s golden eyes slowly peaked out of her legs and stared up at the male. “Really?”
“Yes, Clem. You’re one of my favourite people in the world. I don’t want you to leave me that quick.” He groaned, leaning over the bed and placing his head in his hands. “God, I said some terrible things. But it was only because I was afraid of loosing you. I don’t want to lose you, Clem.
Not yet. Not ever.”
Slowly and cautiously, still flinching from his touch from time to time, Clementine worked her way closer to the male and rested her head under his chin, wrapping her arms tightly around his body.
“I’m sorry, Clem. I just can’t stand to see you go.”
“I wouldn’t be able to stand it if you died either.”
Luke gave a warm smile, pressing a quick, soft, warm kiss to the top of her hat, squeezing her tightly in their embrace.
Little did they know, they wouldn’t have each other for as long as they had hoped for.
This wish, would soon be shattered.

anonymous asked:

who are your favorite mutuals?

oh boy am i super lame if i say that all my mutuals are my fave?? yes???

ok. hmm.

these amazing potatoes who i (usually) talk to: @apiaristcas, @whoismisha, @lokisangelblade, @lifeofawinchester, @brinchestiel, @aslongastherespastawewillsurvive, @itstuesdaysam, @assren, @loveisnanelement,

people who i dont talk to much bc i am a shy nugget but i love seeing them on my dash: @whelvenwings, @unholyseraphs@bottomnovak, @mylittlecassbutt, @puppymish, @mishacoliins, @princesscas, @deathstiel, @bittercasblogger, @casbabe, @jenmisheel@sketchydean, @purgatoryjar, @destieldrabblesdaily, @i-miss-castiel, @dearestmish, @starspangledsteve, @chevroletdean, @prettyboydean, @katteens, @danistiel, @mishananigans, @yourfavoritedirector, @uhjimmy, @fiercedean, @soupernabturel, @perfjensen, @perfectopposite, @constiellation, @strengthcas, @galaxystiel, @preciousmish, @baethazar, @casxade, @almaasi, @jewelcas, @deanfucker, @dean-bangs-cas-in-the-impala, @deanscolette, @punkdean


i most probably forgot some amazing people. pls come and kick my ass @mutual​s

if some of u unfollowed me then this is v awkward whoops