#puzzlepcice

[villrhjarta]

@puzzlepcice said:

“You’re going down. Grrr. That’s menacing, right?” ​

“Almossst assss menacing assss a newborn pup.”

[singlethreads-a]

@puzzlepcice​ // CLEM & VI

❛    I’M  NOT  SAYIN’  THAT’S  A  STUPID  IDEA  . . .    i’m  sayin’  that’s  a  REALLY  stupid  idea.    ❜              her  brow  arches  as  she  eyes  the  other  girl  ,  clearly  displeased  with  the  current  plan.           ❛   i’d  ask  louis’  his  opinion  ,  but  he’s  tongue-less  &&  his  opinion  doesn’t  matter  to  me.    ❜

[murkyhazed-hasmoved]

Send ! and I will write a 2-3 sentence starter for you!   //   @puzzlepcice​​

     ❝   i   lost   my   cat   statue.   ❞      actually,   there   were   way   more   pressing   issues   about   losing   the   prison,   but   they   were   too   PAINFUL   to   dwell   on.      losing   their   only   HOME,   losing   hershel,   losing   all   those   people…      IT   HURT,   so   focusing   on   something   as   TRIVIAL   as   her   rainbow   cat   statue   helped   distract   from   the   REAL   ache   in   her   heart.      ❝   i’m   pretty   pissed.   ❞

[caqcake]

It's like a puzzle but you don't care about the pieces [so shove it]

[ratleaderr]

Marlon finding out it was in fact Clementine who put a firecracker in his room while he slept:

[kindlystopped-a]

VIOLET  &  CLEM  /  @puzzlepcice​

❛    IF  WE  EVER  FIND  TATTOO  INK  ,     will  you  give  me  a  tattoo  ?  ❜         was  that  safe  in  the  zombie  apocalypse  ?        of  course  not.       but  why  not  ?       live  a  little.  

[gciltyascharged]

Mitch & Clem’s usage of comfy will never not amuse me. 

[careol-arc]

@puzzlepcice liked

          she   caught   up   with   the   group   on   her   own   time.      what   she’d   just   seen,   more   like      who      she’d   just   seen   had   her   on   edge.      fingers   twitched   at   her   sides   as   she   fought   to   contain   the   rage   that   threatened   to   burst   from   her   seams.      what   she   needed   was   to   distract   herself   with   anything   else.      talking   to   someone,   helping   everyone   get   back   safe.      just...      something.      ❝   hey   kid,   you   alright?   ❞      the   evidence   of   the   fire   was   all   over   them   in   the   form   of   dirt   and   ash.      some   were   worse   off   than   others,   having   inhaled   too   much   smoke.      ❝   can   get   one   of   the   doctors   to   take   a   look   at   you.   ❞

[keptmanners]

send me  ☕️ for a mini playlist of our muses // @puzzlepcice !!

                                                      [ LISTEN ]

[worldendured]

@puzzlepcice​ said: “No, you’re cute. End of story.” // for aj ! Emergency Fluff and Softness Starters

          “ CLEEEMMM! ” he protests in a whine, trying to fight the embarrassment out of his features. “ i’m too big to be called cute! ” he chooses to IGNORE the fact that he hears louis calling her ‘CUTE’ on the regular. it’s just- DIFFERENT for them, and it’s different for HIM, too.

          “ you- y’gotta stop callin’ me that, okay? ”

          arms cross over chest; little boy, trying to grow up way too fast.

[wiitchtime-moved]

“Is this a habit of yours? Falling off of stuff?“

    ❝ –  WHAT?      i like an entrance.   ❞    the indentation in the ground spoke volumes of force driven into it.   (yet her heels remained levelled, and not a speck of dirt on attire)  with it came upturned ghouls, undead.   now what were they doing in the CHAOS REALM?   awfully grabby chaps, the INFERNO was never short of souls, but awfully stingy when it came to sharing them.   be it the most difficult to ever escape, once you’re down there…   well, as long as there’s music she would keep dancing to keep the flames from climbing up her legs.   speaking of…

    a heel lifts, and slams down onto the walker’s head that was about to bite at her ankle, sending the barrel through it’s temple like a rotten tomato was beneath and unloads a round.   if she wasn’t mistaken, it was the gentlemen who took the lady out for a bite.

THE WITCH HUNTS CONTINUE…

[planetsank-archive]

   i log onto tumblr this ONE TIME. ONE. TIME.

[crackinthewhip]

“I wasn’t going to hell before, but I am now.”

RED DEAD REDEMPTION STARTERS

There’s the slightest hint of a chuckle that crosses his face - because it’s hard to see the little brat he’d once bullied and ordered around. All he sees now is a fierce young woman - who, honestly, kind of intimidates him a little herself. It’s strange, though, that he finds himself also respecting and relating to her - something he never would have done when she was eleven. 

Cracking a smirk, he offers, “Ain’t we all goin’ to hell anyway? Least it’ll have interestin’ people there.”

[morefinesse]

@puzzlepcice​      /      small dialogue starter .

          “ hey! i’ll have you know that i am WAYYY more than just a pretty face! ”

[ratleaderr]

@puzzlepcice​ sent:  * plants the firecrackers gifted from mitch in marlon's room as he sleeps, and sets them alight before making her quick, but silent escape. * how's that for "next level"?

   CLEMENTINE DIDN’T NEED TO WORRY TOO MUCH ABOUT BEING SNEAKY, rather infamous for his insufferable snoring, the leader was zonked.  it was rare for the leader to go under as deeply as he did, let alone felt the ease to fall asleep.   laid on his mattress, his letterman jacket discarded over the back of his office chair and boots lazily sat at his beside; holey, worn socks sat over the end of the bed ( toes almost touch the floor from his rather generous growth spurt ) and his forearm draped across his face subconsciously to block out the sun from the balcony door when it’s beams finally reached his form, his chest lifting and falling with each buzzsaw-- breath.

   MARLON never even sawed through the next log when the crackers went off.   THE FRENZY of snaps and bangs that sound off in his room shot him up so fast he was surprised he didn’t get whiplash; blue eyes snap open, he shrieks, still delirious with sleep and the adrenaline could only clear your cotton-filled head so fast and his back slams into the wall, instinctively his arms come up to shield himself from the smoke and sparks.      ❝ –    WHAT THE FUC-- ❞  FIRECRACKERS!?  he thought they ran out of those years back, an effective walker bait to draw them to one location to the next.   when the last of the explosives had finally popped and nothing more than a cloud of grey smoke and strong smell of black powder.   his forearms lower, and a hand is placed over his panicking heart to soothe it, it feeling like a bird trying to flit out of it’s cage.   it didn’t take long for the shock, to turn to ANGER. 

   his nostrils flare and jaw tightens as he exposes his whites matching that of a terrier and he gets to his feet, sharp blue eyes glare at the door that never shut all the way in the prankster's haste to get out.      ❝ –    MOTHERFUCKER-- guard duty, two-- NO THREE WEEKS! YOU HEAR ME!? ❞  

[trustinginthelight]

❝ It’s my fault she’s dead. ❞ / for aj ! bc clem telling aj she feels awful for what she did to helen ( and him lowkey 😔 )

Team Starkid’s Black Friday | accepting

He couldn’t remember Miss Helen very well, in all honesty. The most he really truly remembered about McCarroll Ranch was the blood. Though, from what Clem was telling him? That was from… from her? Why had she done that? AJ didn’t get it, eyes wide and full of confusion.

“You… you atoned it, though, right? So it’s… it’s probably okay by now. That was a long time ago. She must’ve been doin’ somethin’ bad if you killed her, right?” It was Clementine, after all. She was the one who knew what was right. AJ trusted her judgement more than anything, and hearing this had been a lot. It was making him think, try to remember his life before Clementine had found him again.