#brodytine

[emmieart]

save me doomed wlw save me

[piercing-blood]

uhm what

[bittenmaybe]

[blitztheinkling]

What about clouis?

Eh... I guess it's cool. Not my fave tho. Same with voiletine, they aren't really my thing. I'm more of a brodytine shipper myself.

Overall 6/10.

[dalekofchaos]

Brody lives au

Brody should’ve lived. Brody just loses an eye and Clem and Brody take down Marlon. They reveal to all what Marlon did to the school and the ultimate choice to do with Marlon is Exile, hostage, atonement or killing him. 

I feel like the majority would choose to allow Marlon to atone, this would show AJ that doing bad things means you can atone for doing bad things. Brody takes the leadership of Ericson’s. Brody makes the hard decision to let Clem and AJ go just to throw off heat from the Raiders. But upon seeing AJ hurt by those fuckers, Brody and Marlon knows they have to do the right thing.  They prepare the school for the Raiders. I like to think with Brody alive, we would be given the opportunity to romance Violet, Louis, or Brody. As for what Clem and Brody would do together. Clem and Brody could just daydream together. Daydreaming about taking a hike, going on a roadtrip or being on the beach together and then Clem and Brody kiss. When Lilly comes and instead of Mitch dying to save Tenn, it is Marlon who makes the sacrifice to save Tenn, redeeming himself. Mitch is captured along with Aasim and Omar and when you are presented with the choice to save either Louis or Violet, Brody is there to save the other. 

Episode 3, the rescue goes as planned, but Violet and Louis are there together. Mainly Vi and Louis would do the duet together of “The Night Will Be Over” but Clem and Brody would be together and share another kiss. They would get on the boat and when captured, Brody would be outraged at hearing that Minnie killed Sophie. Brody and Louis are able to talk Vi to leaving Minnie behind and that she’s lost.

Episode 4, making back to the school and when they have their walk back, Clem and Brody will talk about going on a road trip or building a beach house together. Brody is upset over Tenn, but ends up forgiving AJ. Clem and Brody would have their kiss, Brody would help Clem out and the same talk of Brody asking AJ to help meet these people to trade.

I just like the idea of Clem and Brody together and what could’ve been

[agirlinhell]

of clementine &&. her ships: AESTHETICS EDITION

for: @morefinesse @almostskylight @mortuism @stillgcod @dcadrct @pyrrhaeic and @weprevail!!

LOUIS &&. CLEMENTINE:  over the top poses for photographs, loud music and loud singing/yelling along, playfully insulting friends, loud bursts of laughter, goofing around, dancing like no one is watching, the satisfaction that overrides all exhaustion after exercise, the ivory keys of a piano, giant hugs, loud celebrations, elegance, travelling to historic places, classical music, operas, masquerade balls in versailles, an evening in paris, birthday cards filled with stick men and scribbles of inside jokes, nicknames, cheeks hurting from smiling so much, snow ball fights - no - snow ball wars, board games by the fire, building excessive snow forts, eating all the christmas oranges and all the baking before anyone else can, watching arthur christmas, putting up the tree on december 1st, trying to stay up all night christmas eve, building igloos, making christmas puns, decorating with ivy and mistletoe, karaoke parties at midnight, sends memes to their friends, great fashion taste, throws random finger guns, plays the ukulele, goes to art museums for the aesthetic, the feeling you get when wrapped in a blanket next to a fire on a freezing winter day, loud laughter from everyone in the room, always feeling included, when you can't stop smiling, inappropriately timed jokes in necessary environments, getting high-fived by a stranger, flirty competitive, inside jokes, freckles, perfect eyebrows, writing loveletters, limousines, judging you looks, gucci, prada, a false bravado of “of course - nothing’s wrong!” and sagging shoulders when watchful eyes look away, dressing like the media follow you wherever you go, eyes that have lost a certain spark but laughter that rings out, those who know you can see that your soul isn’t in it but the chimes of your happiness continue to toll like the bells in a clock tower: on the hour, every hour, holding yourself up so no one can see the weakness. competition is a race, quality perhaps taking a back seat to the urge to say, “I was here first.”,  being given a mountain to climb and blissfully, purposefully only seeing the first step. walks along the seine, cobbled streets in foreign towns, open windows, laughing until you cry, golden jewelry, midnight swims in the sea, small french balconies, evening banquets, vintage cars, gold chains, dramatic monologues, crystal glass, pearl necklaces, white messy bedding, old renaissance paintings, golden light shining through white curtains, natural history museums, phonographs, big vintage glasses, piles of books, shakespearean romances, ancient buildings, foreign boulevards, great mansions, scott fitzgerald’s the great gatsby, view from the 76th floor, swearing under one’s breath, hotel swimming pools,  foreign languages, poetry collections, detailed journal entries, writing in the margins, opera houses, black glasses, sculptures from eras long gone and long dead, silver rings, family heirlooms, chandeliers, marble floors, intricate architectural structures, black lacquered shoes, fine fabrics, wine glasses, cobbled streets, theatre lounges, black tie, trench coats, high heeled shoes, old ticket stubs, freckle stained cheeks that dimple when they smile, handwritten letters, excessive jewelry, dancing horribly just to make people laugh, horrible puns, books and ancient ruins,

VIOLET &&. CLEMENTINE:  midnight conversations where you share secrets you never thought you’d share because you know they’ll never tell anyone, resting bitch face, the cold but refreshing feeling of freezing wind hitting your face, hoodies, ripped jeans, constantly cold hands, violets and wildflowers, purple paint and stardust across skin, decorating bags with badges, not wanting to leave bed, wearing a blanket as a cape, living in leggings or skinny jeans despite the cold, always cold and sleepy, walking around the house with a blanket wrapped around them, watching the snow fall late at night, lives out of spite, astrology, eye gazing, silent understanding, always being heard (even if you aren't always answered), blank faces but smiling eyes, watching conspiracy theories, rainy days, cold hands, willfully falling down a wikipedia rabbit hole, dreams providing clarity you need and only sometimes remember, folding their clothes, taking down pictures, carefully sealing the shampoo they used, and packing it away for another time when you can cope without them. refusing to be overwhelmed by feelings, of all things, but feeling as though you’re lost in a hall of mirrors with too many reflections keeping eyes on you. associating a competition of any matter to a match of resourcefulness and willfulness: you are nothing if not willful, able to bend reality to shape your aim. taking it personally when others choose the other side, storing that betrayal for later comeuppance. vintage pins and stickers, listening to billie eilish, halsey, hayley kiyoko and paramore, staying up until 3 am, late night conversations, the night sky, will take none of your sexist bullshit, silent movies, raised eyebrows and cold hands, dancing alone in your room at midnight, campfire stories and beaches, very emotional but doesn’t show it, cries during sad movie scenes but won’t admit it, stars and constellations on the canvas of the night sky.

MARLON &&. CLEMENTINE: the uncontrolled feeling of anger where you see red and your blood is hot in your veins, voices gradually growing louder and louder in arguments, thunderstorms, dancing in a rain storm, really close flashes of lightning, confrontation, rosie the american bulldog, dogs, howling wolves, fierce protectors, crumbling castles half hidden in fog, red cherries, vinyl records, heavy breathing, leather gloves, building snowmen and ice sculptures, watching the holiday, loves their animals more than anything, very competitive, if they really want something they’ll get it, staring into each other’s eyes, the fear and rush of sharing secrets, knowing looks exchanged from across the room, sweaters, dogs, vintage shirts, sharp features,  taking long sips of whiskey, angry outbursts at those trying to help; a snap in reply, a hard sigh, and a muttered sorry through pursed lips, cup after cup of cocoa, at the breaking point, a wicked smile and a need to party - or dance, or drink, or cry, or scream, or fuck - anything - and a sheepishness the morning after, avoidance, and you’re damn good at it, a master of white lies and excuses from thin air, showering only as often as you need to to wash the grease from your hair, denial is the name of your game - avoidance it’s chief strategist, loud breakdowns in quiet rooms, echoes that remind you no one is there and you’re supposed to like it that way. at the finish line: a hard drink and an easy laugh to say you’ve won; a hard drink and bitter mood to mark the loss. keeping tabs on the enemy (for that is what they become, personal feelings aside), eyes sweeping over others’ marks and methods, ears cataloguing conversations, filing away information that could maybe, possibly, give you an edge. calling in favors and pulling on strings to get the necessary pieces in play: check. slyly, softly making the final move: checkmate, oxford shoes, obsession, collarbones, the atmosphere of bathrooms at a party, dimly lit lounges, forests, thunderstorms, mythology, long shadows, flickering lights in dingy pubs, flashes of lightning through storm clouds, cracked statues, the satisfaction of getting away with a lie, blue veined arms and flushed cheeks, self-satisfied smirks, red licorice and fierce kisses.

MITCH &&. CLEMENTINE:  being unable to keep a poker face, the sparks that fly off of fires, being a sore loser,  adrenaline rushes, taking risks,  talking back, scraped knees, constantly covered in plasters, climbing trees, makeout sessions in the back of a red car while listening to radiohead, doing things just because people say they can’t, red and burgundy carousels, motorcycles, fireworks in july, burning candles to stay warm, all black everything, apparently never cold, waking up way too early christmas morning and getting up anyway, probably did the stupid thing, doesn’t care about opinions, messy hair, loves horror movies, the adrenaline rush after riding a roller coaster, the feeling of being bear hugged, freckles, talking in your sleep, pain feeling better than despair, telling a wound to stop bleeding and expecting it to listen, trying to remember life before the loss and eagerly, earnestly wanting to be whole by yourself, but finding it so hard. exploring cruelty and using it as a crutch, finding that meanness is a better balm than tears. a full-on, cocky grin, lips pulled back over teeth with enthusiasm. why are you competing in the first place? the thrill of competition is fun, is an opportunity, and a chance to prove the mettle that defines you. extensive lipstick collections from deep red to light rosé, lonely gas stations at the side of the road at night, red theater curtains before a show, hidden vinyl shops, a game of russian roulette, quickly attached plasters, living off the adrenaline, rock guitars and roses intertwined with the strings, the low bass, stop signs, bonnie and clyde incarnate, baddest baby in the atmosphere, the long sighs that escape when her father angrily calls at one am to “come home at once, young lady”, listening to johnny cash, two feet and fall out boy, motorcycle rides across the city, getting matching tattoos, feeling like a young god, “fuck the police”, wearing bruises and black eyes with dignity, exit signs, smoke, graffiti on walls, freckle stained cheeks that dimple when they smile, leather jackets, distant laughter on quiet streets, drive in movies, popcorn fights, standing up for the little guy, always bruised somehow, jean jackets, street smart,

GABE &&. CLEMENTINE: serenades in spanish, not wanting to share the things that bring them the most happiness because their favourite things belong to them, beanies, a day in the caribbean, a fresh dawn in barcelona, laziness, dressing up for halloween every year even if they’re just staying at home, baseball bats,  watching the polar express, watching elf over and over and over and exchanging glances because elf is literally javier and no one can convince them otherwise, wins at snowball fights, doesn’t know what’s going on, hands comfortingly resting on or guiding shoulders, bright laughter, loyal to the core, movie night, coffee, fidgeting with the closest object, meant to make your stomach hurt, forgetting to eat and surviving (thriving?) on a liter of coffee a day, a trusted someone who picks up the pieces when you finally shatter, who leaves them neatly in a pile and steals away without saying a word because you don’t need them - you need yourself. recognizing competition and the potential for glory, but respecting the challenge for what it is: a driver of knowledge, or innovation, or improvement.  every unknown is a new frontier, regardless of method or machination. competitiveness driven by the feeling of new discovery, seeking to hold that which others do not: unusual knowledge. dripping sarcasm, black and white pictures in glossy magazines, addiction to anything, bonfires, coffee stains, steaming showers, sarcastic smirks, blasting music, not afraid to stand up for what’s right,

AASIM &&. CLEMENTINE:  tiny hidden tattoos, unbuttoned plaid shirts, being brutally honest with their friends when it’s needed without guilt, wary of too much affection, being able to find loopholes in everything and using it to their advantage, smug smiles when they know they’re right, the satisfaction of knowing someone is wrong and knowing they’re about to prove it, only ever respecting people if they prove they deserve it no matter how old the person may be, unfinished notebooks, unable to resist starting that new project even when they said they would take a break, knowing random bits of information that other people may find useless, listening to film soundtracks to concentrate, forgetting simple things but knowing everything about complicated stuff, realising the answer half way through a question and yelling it out, watching people pass by and trying to deduce their life, slipping into coffee shops to keep out of the cold, flannel, doc martens,  glasses, reading under heavy blankets, reading robert frost, oversized woolly scarves, chatting and reading by the fire, will not stand for your bullshit, socially awkward, just wants peace, done with your shit, curious about things, knows a lot of random facts, easily embarrassed, loves to write, know-it-all, loves a good book, the silence of listening to/sharing your favorite music, a good nights sleep after a restless week, high grades, neat handwriting, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose, eyes squeezed until grayscale zigzags appear behind your eyelids, long walks to the library, rambling through decisions until you arrive at the one that makes the most sense (or does it?), throwing yourself into work you don’t need to do just to feel productive in the face of failure, too much self-awareness dulls the pain, each of your new ticks and triggers is something to examine. the mechanical process of observe-analyze-conclude helps you take one step at a time, keeps your mind busy on now instead of before. a sparking energy that manifests as restlessness, needing to constantly work to avoid guilt at the end. trapped in a cycle of try, analyze, do better - over and over until you’ve perfected the craft of self-criticism. competition fosters growth, not just for you but for your peers, your school, your society.  hand-made notebooks, black coffee, nights in the library, unfinished notebooks, typewriters, tweed jackets, printed letters, history nerd, paper planes, the rattling of rain against the window, half complete sketches, notes in the margins of books, works hard and smart, respects rules, bullshits an entire essay and still gets a high grade regardless.

RUBY &&. CLEMENTINE:  everlasting incredibly fierce loyalty and love for their friends, having only one or two really close friends and liking it that way, confidence, saying they’re fine when they’re not because other things need to be focused on, taking care of barn animals, ruby hairnets and red ribbons, dungarees, the feeling of warmth when you’re inside all cuddled up and there’s bad weather outside, cottages in the country side, the sound of whinnying and hooves thundering across the ground, a herd of wild horses, collecting acorns, always holding a cup of steaming tea, mom jeans and big woolly socks, baking cinnamon buns, hot cocoa with heaps of whipped cream, baking sugar cookies, knitting everything, planting poinsettias, loving friends, neat notes but failed the test anyway, hot tea, lives for fuzzy socks, rosy cheeks, remembering the little things, messy ponytail, fuzzy socks, braiding and unbraiding hair/string/shoelaces/anything you can get your hands on, smiling through pressure, the comfiest sweaters with sleeves too long balled up in too-tight fists, running in the rain, the tears, the sadness, the worry, impulse buying a cat or a plant or anything, something to take care of, to be useful for; something that needs you. hubris making you stumble but self-assurance providing even ground. the power to be clinical; precise in your dissection of the right and wrong moves to make. a healthy respect for the challenge, and a yearning, a desire to come in first - but the ability to step back and see the bigger picture. bouquets of lily-of-the-valleys, freshly pressed juice and lemonade, healing herbs, botanical gardens at night, spring breeze, thrift stores, pressed flowers, lavender perfume, green velvet, grass stained knees, the mom friend, houseplants, cozy pillows and tea with honey, a lake surrounded by a forest, music and nice handwriting.

BRODY &&. CLEMENTINE: the determination to prove themselves different to people’s ideas of them, biting lips and tugging hair in concentration, always being ready to listen, giving great advice, oversized sweaters, swing sets and slides, lying on their friends laps, big cozy parkas, ugly christmas sweaters, big knit mittens, pretending that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars and making wishes, braving the cold to take pictures of the trees when they’re perfectly dusted with snow, photography cameras, world maps, bean boots, walks through fields of snow, slim fitting woolen overcoats, oversized sweaters, thrift-shopping, really emotional, cries when reading sad things, dreams big, soul searching, falling asleep in the middle of a conversation (because you didn't want it to end), long showers, going on adventures, binge-watching your favourite series, putting down the textbook to pick up a fantasy and losing yourself in the success of someone else, a preoccupation with learning something that doesn’t mean anything right now, calling your best friend to rant and talking through tears, shutting down the frantic beating of your heart, slamming a padlock shut on the nerves, freshly picked blueberries, metro stations at night, yellow ballet dance costumes, the smell of wood, jasmine perfume, old postcards, train rides, flea markets, overhead projectors, a million “what if’s”, blue artificial light,  white ballet dresses, dedicated eyes, airplanes at night, skylines, a cozy mobile home, vagabonds, gentle touches, cries at everything, long car rides, road trips, sunrises, inspired by nature, beauty in everything.

SOPHIE &&. CLEMENTINE:  whispering during movies,  an old teddy bear or knitted gift from their grandma they hide away but treasure, swimming way underwater and pretending to be a mermaid, always getting the perfect present because they remember the smallest thing about you, messy smudges of paint on desks and skin, the mixture of exhaustion and relief when they finally perfect their work, the sound of pencil against paper, the light shining through stained glass windows in churches, flowers tucked into pockets, fairy lights, decorating the walls with pictures of good memories, blanket forts, the lovely feeling when a stranger is nice to you, the rush of happiness when you meet someone and just know they’re going to be a good friend, stickers all over their belongings, wind chimes, disney fairy tale movies, scented candles, singing christmas songs all year around and planning decorations in september, surprise presents even when there’s no occasion, candy shops, cashmere turtlenecks, putting up all the fairy lights, making paper snowflakes, making snow angels, always smelling like a warm vanilla candle, picking out christmas trees, always in holiday pyjamas, still walking around in heels like the snow and ice don’t exist, beanies with a fur pom pom, berry lipstick stains on red starbucks cups, never judges anyone, photography, irrevocable trust, falling asleep on them, constant and immediate comfort while being with or around them, gentle smiles from across a crowded room, always knowing what you're coming home to, hiding smiles behind hands, finding someone who finally understands, a completely judgement free zone, freckles, drawing, obsessed with mythology, making a list of pros and cons with bright sharpie pens, a sugar rush to keep a smile on your face, “am i laughing or crying?”,  clinging to the last memories of them, playing the voicemail they left you last year over and over and over and over until the words are seared in the back of your mind. picking apart your own psyche and wondering when you grew so fragile. recognizing the signs of your own grief, postulating on other diagnoses as needed. earnest and dedicated work, using the resources at your disposal but staying within the lanes drawn for you. throughout it all, a kindness that cuts through tension, a mentorship that wraps the weaker links in assurance. rose parfums, resting against a tree after running through the grass, polaroid pictures, bubblegum, rosé eyeshadow, altars to several gods and goddesses, photography, picture books, self-care, sudden melancholy, studio ghibli movies, analog cameras, dark eyeshadow pallettes, biting your lip, the bohemian flaire, overgrown rose bushes, sweet smiles and honey eyes, freckle stained cheeks that dimple when they smile, smiling at strangers on the street, photograph sessions with friends, animal lovers, determined, earphones, scrunchies, flowers, treats people with kindness, goes to coffee shops for the aesthetics, loves reading fantasy books, old cottages in the woods, artists.

[blitztheinkling]

briolet (brody + violet) or lilee (lilly + lee)

BOY OH BOY!

briolet is *chefs kiss* I love them so much, not as much as brodytine but I still love them.

10/10

Now. Lee and lilly? Hell yeah, I feel like Lee could help lilly maybe overcome the grief of her dad? Also clem could also help in bringing them closer. Also remove the part where lilly kills carley/doug and it's perfect :)

8/10

[agirlinhell]

so i’ll be making a few oneshots among other things for ( a late submission albeit LMAO ) twdg rarepair week - so i might need y’all’s input on certain titles - it’d be appreciated. i’ll be doing marlontine, aasimentine, rubentine, brodytine, mitchentine, omartine and sophietine!! it’s just for fun and it won’t be anything HUGE but i hope y’all’ll like them!! lemme know which ones you like best because i can’t decide and i need your help!

i've got a renegade heart &&. it's screaming his name 

i wanna see your animal side 

i thought of angels choking on their halos ( get them drunk on rosewater ) 

i know i'm bad news ( i saved it all for you ) 

sugar we're goin' down

in the land of gods and monsters i was an angel 

heaven is a place on earth with you 

i heard you liked the bad girls honey ( is that true? ) 

video games 

they say that the world was built for two 

daddy issues 

set me on fire 

do you feel like a young god? 

don't belong to no city, don't belong to no man 

i will follow you into the dark 

i will love you till the end of time ( i would wait a million years ) 

when the world was at war ( we kept dancing )

home is where the heart is

yours, forevermore

i needed you

breathe me in

the wall you painted

if i may just take your breath away

the warmth that draws me to you

i’d bleed for you

i’d be yours, if you’d be mine

i’ll leave you breathless

we’re gasoline on fire

perfect porcelain

wish you were gay

her patience was rewarding

go ahead, kill me

my savage, petrified heart

envy

our love was made for movie screens

drown me in everything that you are

baddest baby in the atmosphere

i could be your perfect disaster

there’s no such thing as wild enough

everything changes but beauty remains

[agirlinhell]

omg hi, i love your blog and i was just curious about what ships you have for clem, and who you don't want to ship her with? would you have any reasons why you /do/ or /don't/ ship her with someone?

Omgggg hi nonnie!! I love you right back! We can be friends! I’m really glad that you like my blog and my interpretation of Clementine, I’ve honestly been doubting myself a lot recently and so I’m really glad that you voiced your praise, it really makes mine (and Clem’s) day a lot better! As for your question, I actually ship Clementine with pretty much almost everyone in her age group, if I’m really being honest, and all of these ships I can see the characters involved either as lovers, as really good friends, a siblingesque bond or as professional partners; I’m very open minded. If you want me to be more specific, here’s a more detailed list:

Louis/Clementine (Louisentine)

Violet/Clementine (Violetine)

Marlon/Clementine (Marlontine) - ah, yes, my guilty pleasure ship.

Mitch/Clementine (Mitchentine)

Gabe/Clementine (Gabentine) although admittedly, it’s not my favorite or any of my top ships for Clem, but it’s still pretty cute in it’s own way.

Aasim/Clementine (Aasimentine)

Ruby/Clementine (Rubytine)

Brody/Clementine (Brodytine)

Sophie/Clementine (Sophietine) with @stillgcod​‘s Sophie who portrays a very little known character with no lines at all spectacularly well so I totally recommend checking them out! I have to explain this one in a bit more detail because in canon they’ve literally never even met, but basically what happens is that Clementine and James help save Sophie who’s survived being a slave to the Delta, and when the remaining survivors make it past The Final Season, Clementine, James and Sophie become really, really good friends (they even share a room together, with Sophie on the bunk above Clem’s and James on the bunk above AJ’s) and eventually Sophie starts to fall in love with Clementine and eventually Clementine starts falling for her in turn. I just think Clem would be naturally drawn to her sweet and imaginative personality and be infatuated with her artistic ability that Tenn described her as. I honestly think that Sophie and Clementine’s relationship, out of all the ships that I have with Clem, is the most softest and fluffy of them all without any angst or drama in between them, and I find that to be really sweet.

Now, as for what I DON’T ship with Clementine, it’s the obvious incest ships (not that Clementine has any living relatives to begin with anyway but the point still stands) and anything that has an underage Clementine with a character above or below her age group. Oh, and James/Clementine, even though I used to hardcore ship it, but I don’t anymore because James is obviously homosexual and he’s still hooked up on Charlie and  I don’t really like the idea of erasing someone’s sexuality and identity over a ship. Albeit, it still kiiiiinda sucks because two of the greatest fics in my opinion that I wrote were actually James/Clementine fics before I knew that he was gay and now I look like a giant dumbass looking back on it because James doesn’t swing towards girls LMAOOOOO

I just have a thing for really complex fluffy and/or tragic and doomed ships.

I go in depth on why I ship Louis/Clementine, Violet/Clementine, Marlon/Clementine and Mitch/Clementine in this post, but I’ll be making a “Why I Ship” series of the pairings that I ship in the series, and the ships I mentioned above will be on the list, but with a lot more depth and details, with screenshots and essays galore, so if you’re interested, please stay tuned for that one! I have a lot of metas coming up soon!

To conclude, for me, a ship has to have the makings of mutual acknowledgment, growth, respect, and positive interaction, whether it’s crack or canon. Mutual acknowledgement and respect is something that makes me ship characters like it’s going out of style. It’s present in everything I ship, and it’s lacking in ships I could never really see myself liking. There are many characters that have little or no meaningful canon interaction but who, I feel, would have a strong connection given the right AU twist of events or circumstance. I like the idea of putting characters together and seeing what happens, what could have been. I think any pairing, any group of characters, and any outcome is possible if the author takes the time to get to know the characters and what they believe. I’m not saying this is possible for every single character ever (Luke/S2!Clementine for example - sorry I had to bring that up - because that’s just asinine no matter how you look at it), but if you can ask yourself, “What if Clementine had never left Howe’s and became Carver’s protegee back in Season 2? What if Lee had lived through the events of Season 1? What if Clementine became a Whisperer? What if Marlon, Mitch or Brody never died? What if Clementine became a Delta soldier? What if Omid and Christa’s child survived and Clementine had to raise that child alongside AJ? What if Clementine had a tiger for a pet? What if Clementine became Headmistress of Ericson’s Boarding School For Troubled Youth after the events of The Final Season and began making it an actual school for survivors in the apocalypse?” These questions are always the jumping-off point for me, and then the rest is just sitting back and watching what happens. I really enjoy that part the most, and it’s why I like writing. Canon is nice to have, but I don’t consider it necessary to make a good story.