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theclementinediaries · 6 months

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The Seven Deadly Sins of the NXX Team

➵ PRIDE best describes Artem, for he takes great pride in everything he does, especially when it comes to work. He would go above and beyond, and would go to great lengths, to ensure that he is always on top of his game. His work is his pride, and his pride is his work, his entire sense of self-worth relies heavily on how well he manages to do his job right.

➵ He has a reputation of having a 99% win rate, so you could imagine how much his pride suffered when he lost in that 1% case. He felt like a failure, like everything that he has worked up to until that point, all of his achievements and success, meant nothing. And for someone, who puts so much value in his career, his success, whose pride mainly stems from his achievements and winning, that really put a dent on not just his pride, but his self worth in general.

➵ Who is he, if not a winner? Who is he, if not the best of the best? Who is he, if he can’t succeed? Would there be any point for his existence if he can’t succeeded, if he can’t become the greatest?

➵ Ultimately, Artem’s pride is his biggest motivator to do better, to be better, but it’s also what eats him up inside, it’s what pushes him over the edge, to the point that it’s hurting him.

➵ Green is the color of ENVY, and that perfectly describes Vyn to a T. Don't get him wrong though, he is not envious of someone having more money, fame, status, or materialistic items than him, far from it actually. Vyn's envy is rooted in seeing people, who have a more full filing happier life than him, especially if they are less fortunate than him.

➵ Of course, as a psychologist expert, he bares no ill well towards people who have it better than him, and on the contrary, he should be happy for those people given his profession. But yet no matter how much he tries not to, he can't help but feel envious of those people, like he resented them for having a life that he fought so hard to obtain, yet it came so natural to them.

➵ His jealousy and envy is one of the reasons why he's so meticulous with his words, never letting anyone ever get too close, for fear that he might uncover something, that he might not like.

➵ For someone who is so happy go-lucky, WRATH really does have a strong hold on Luke. But don't get it twisted, Luke is not angry at anyone at particular, more specifically so, his wrath is directed at himself.

➵ He is so angry at himself, for not being strong enough, for not being good enough, for not being smart enough, but most of all, his angry at himself for not being there for you when you needed him the most.

➵ The anger and wrath that he feels is mostly fueled due to his own shortcomings and inadequacies, and how he expresses that anger is by acting so recklessly, throwing himself into danger, sacrificing himself, again and again. He hopes that his self-sacrifice would compensate for all his failures and shortcomings, he hopes that him throwing his life away would make up the fact that he failed to protect you, failed to give you more time, failed...you.

➵ And most of all, he hopes that his self-sacrifice would help lessen the wrath inside his heart, but it never does, in fact, it only seems to ignite it further.

➵ Now this might sound predictable from the infamous playboy himself, but Marius, is driven by LUST. He likes to indulge in the pleasures of life, whether that be sexual or not, it doesn't really matter to him.

➵ For so long, Marius wanted nothing more than to be free, to live the life that he so desperately wants, and to have the freedom to make the choices that he wants. Those are his deepest desires that he lust for the most.

➵ But sadly, no matter how much Marius lusts over a life of freedom, no matter how many times he wished to indulge in a pleasurable life that not even money can buy, the universe doesn't always give us what we want.

➵ So all Marius has left is to fulfill other people's hopes and dreams, fulfilling other people desires and lust, in hopes that, that would be enough to fill the empty whole inside his heart.

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judeiscariot · 1 year

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OH SHUTTT THE FUCK UP

#my clementine 🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊#jude.jpeg #f

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storges-orange-tree · 11 months

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Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet

[text ID: All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.[...] Who ever desires what is not gone? No one. The Greeks were clear on this. They invented Eros to express it.]

#about love and other such things #anne carson #eros the bittersweet #clementine litt 🍊#literature quotes #quotes

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krispy-corp · 4 months

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GOOD EVENING STRAY NATION‼️‼️

got some art for u clementine and momo lovers <33

‼️‼️STRAY SPOILERS‼️‼️

no way Outside arc?!??!

inspired/reference from that one heromari photo in omori

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#stray momo #clementine stray #outsiders stray #stray cat game #stray game #momo stray #stray clementine #my artwork #spoilers #stray fanart #omori #🍊🦩

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muttsterion · 4 months

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(Gives you a Cutie clementine that's extra sweet and easy to peel)

Morry Chrostmos

Awwh! Thank you! The lil snack is very much appreciated!

And a Merrib Chrintmas to you as well!

#Merry Christmas!#Kenny McCormick #of course I has a lil Kenny of my own and funny enough an ol' clementine on hand sadly too old time to get some more 🍊#thanks for the reminder XD

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strawberryclementine · 1 year

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considering Takemichi most likely met Kisaki before he became a full-on delinquent in the final timeline, it's so odd to me that he just let Kisaki makeover himself with the obviously Takemichi-inspired hairstyle like ... my guy. he wasn't only obsessed with Hinata in all those other timelines. he was also deeply obsessed with you and idolized you. that Takemichi didn't suggest a different style or colour suggests to me that he really didn't understand the meaning behind it and focused more on preventing an obsession with Hinata (which makes sense), but this is why I can't help but think Kisaki had, at the very least, a lot of long-lasting admiration for Takemichi in this timeline.

I've also considered that maybe Takemichi doesn't gel up his hair in this timeline, since it's not shown, but Kisaki, who didn't know any delinquents, dying his hair blond to be like Takemichi (and staying blond into adulthood) is still telling. if this is the case, then I don't even want to unpack Takemichi suggesting the gelled up style to Kisaki, because we can pretty much say for certain that Kisaki got the inspo. from Takemichi in the other timeline. so where would he have gotten the inspo. from in this timeline ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ

#leave it to clementine to overthink hairstyles in tokrev! it's so suspicious though... l #like i know that Wakui Ken did this to make the characters recognizable in this timeline but... it's also a red flag LOL 🚩#tokyo revengers #Tokyo Revengers headcanons #final timeline brainrot #kisaki tetta #Hanagaki Takemichi #i have a wip that is slightly about this but ive been ignoring it for my multichap story #🍓🍊 tr ramblings

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yj-98 · 10 months

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ok . goodnight my beloved followers mutuals besties etc 🫶💓

#hands you all a clementine 🍊 unless you're allergic or just don't like citrus then uhhhmmm. uh. erm.#🍓🍒🍎🍉🍑🥭🍍🍌🍈🍏🍐🥝🫐🍇🥥 <- pick one

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grabyourpillow · 2 years

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🌿🍊Clementines and Peppermint🍊🌿

Pt.1/6

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Robin and Nancy go on an ice-cream not-date. We're friends, Robin has to remind herself.

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"Now the most important question. This, will determine your. Life," Robin holds up her ice-cream cone – clementine, with earl-grey scone toppings — like a mic to Nancy's mouth.

Robin had been hanging out with Nancy quite often lately – especially since Steve had been quite busy in the last weeks, taking care of Eddie.

It was however, the first time that Nancy had specifically gotten around to Robin's workplace, to ask her on –not a date, not a date, she reminds herself.

Despite how different her and Nancy's personalities initially seemed to be, they got on surprisingly well.

"Miss Wheeler," Robin says in her best presentator-voice. "Mint choco. Thoughts?"

"I like mint choco."

"Well, you heard it here first folks, Mint-choco should be banned in all– wait seriously?" Robin jumps in front of her.

"It's... I mean it's not...bad," Nancy justifies, in a sorrryyyyyy I know what you want me to say but I just disagree way.

"It tastes like toothpaste!" Robin squeals, crossing her arms behind her back, smile wide. She is having so much fun.

"It's. refreshing!" Nancy defends herself. "How can you even tell what toospaste tastes like," she arches an eyebrow.

"If you want refreshing, just buy a sorbet, it has actual, refreshing fruit! As for your question, it may seem incredible, I know" Robin says, "but I brush my teeth."

Nancy looks at her blankly. Then erupts into laughter.

Robin feels elated, thank you very much. She easily laughs along.

"Ahhh," Nancy exhales, wiping the tears from the corner of her eye. "Why is this so funny."

"Natural talent," Robin winks.

"Can I try your ice-cream now?" Nancy asks.

Where Robin herself had very fixed tastes and opinions, when it comes to certain things, Nancy was very open to trying new things, and purely delighted whenever she got the chance to find out more about some novelty. And she wasn't particularly difficult.

She generally enjoyed the movies Robin suggested, sang along to her songs even if she didn't know the lyrics.

"Also, you may be funny, that's good, but your journalistic skills are... Terrible," Nancy adds, eyes twinkling once they have exchanged their ice-creams.

"You can't voice your opinion on people's answers this... Straightforwardly, or no one is going to want to answer your questions."

"Good thing I'm not a journalist then," Robin snorts, and tries a bit of the ice cream. "Ugh vanilla," she groans. "Do you know how many people requested vanilla at Scoops Ahoy? Our tastes in ice-cream are definitely not compatible, Nancy Wheeler."

Nancy shakes her head laughing silently, her brown fluffy curls bouncing around. Her smile is warm, like the sun.

It burns if Robin looks at it for too long.

She has a boyfriend. She has a boyfriend remember that Buckley.

"So, uuuhhh. How are things with Jonathan?" Robin asks, ignoring the twist in her stomach – she should be accustomed to it by now, shouldn't she? "I mean, you must be happy he's back."

Immediately, Nancy sombers. "Yeah! Yeah everything's uh great."

"That doesn't sound very convincing?"

"He's... So kind. And he cares so much for Will. And he helped so much with the repairs."

"But?"

"He asked if we were okay. I said yes."

Jesus Christ this is like pulling teeth.

"And that, is definitely how you one-hundred-percent really feel? I'm not saying anything!" Robin holds her hands up in defense when Nancy looks over suspiciously.

"Yeah totally! I mean yeah... why wouldn't we be," Nancy says, closing her eyes rapidly, her words staggering. As always happens when she's not being honest, Robin thinks. "He had a good reason to... Not be here."

"Just because he had a good reason doesn't... negate the fact that you felt upset," Robin insists, thinking about the matter.

"Yeah but... But it doesn't matter anymore! He's back, and it's all going to go back how we were before, and it's going to be fine."

"Jesus Christ he's your boyfriend Nance! You gotta be able to be honest with him."

Nancy's face sours, and Robin fears she might have hit a sore spot.

"I'm just trying, to help," Robin speaks slowly, trying to mend her words.

"While I appreciate your concern Robin," Nancy says, suddenly snippish. "This is my relationship. And my life. And I don't need, your. help."

She plants her ice-cream cone into Robin's other hand. "Enjoy the rest of your ice cream."

"Nance. Nancy!"

Robin calls after her, but Nancy strides away decidedly and doesn't look back.

Well, Robin thinks, as she is standing there, staring dejectedly at the two melting ice-cream cones, that went well.

The church-bell rings four times.

Shit, I have to to talk to Eddie before Steve's shift ends, she remembers urgently, and gets herself to move again.

At least figuring out whatever Steve and Eddie have going on will distract her from her own matters.

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>>Pt.2

Read full on ao3

#i figured #this one is shorter let's just publish it on here #clementines and peppermint #ronance #inam collecting steddie and ronance fanart comics like the jewels they are #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #very light mentions of steddie #upside to the down-verse #🍊🌿

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twdgfansblog · 7 months

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#twdg #I love this show so much❤️. i love you clementine🍊

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yunskies · 2 years

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🍊 I’m not sending that because I want a poem but because I miss you and I thought you should know 🙁

thats so..roma word of you..not the latter part at all😕 leave it upon tumblr user drunkjaked to send in the sweetest sweetest most heart melting texts when im ASLEEP and then bullying me when im actually real and awake🙄 but ig that could be considered pretty sweet too, in a way 💆

#clementine🍊#this actually along w the texts had me smiling and feeling very.. heart kung kung or wtv you say #see you at five bff💕💕#ly #ig .

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crimsonamber9999 · 1 year

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#at this genuine point I wonder if I should draw my own Azem with the copypasta going around #how about those clementines 🍊#help #egg speaks #egg mun

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theclementinediaries · 5 months

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Citrus

pairing: schneider x gen!reader

summary: you and schneider were childhood friends but you two lost contact after her and her family moved to the states. Now, several years later, you moved to Chicago during the Golden Age of America, hoping to finally land your big break, and are reunited with your long lost best friend schneider.

“Ahh, Y/N, you know you’re really bad at this. You should try to be more careful” Schneider said, her eyebrows rising in amusement seeing you desperately clinging on to a tree branch in an attempt to pick off the oranges from the tree.

You tightened your grip around the branch, your breath hitched at the thought of what would happen if you let go. You gulped hard as you looked at the ground beneath you, even though everything inside of you told you not to, that it was a bad idea, and that it would only frighten you more. And yet you couldn’t help but doing so, for your curiosity always got the best of you.

You supposed that’s how you ended up in this situation right now, your body dangling off a frail branch that could easily break at any moment in a lousy attempt to pick off some oranges from the highest tree, when a simple ladder would have suffice just fine.

"I am being careful, I'm not going to fall...AHH!" Just as you were saying that you weren’t going to fall, you leaned into the branch a bit too much, causing it to break off from the tree and taking you with it.

“Y/N!” Schneider ran towards your still body that laid on the hard ground. You groaned in pain as you tried to lift your head up, but it only made matters worse. Still, you attempted to flash Schneider a small grin to ease her worries, even if meant ignoring the pain that was making your sides ache.

“I guess I spoke too soon” You groaned. “W-when is your sister coming back?” Gripping onto your sides as you spoke.

Seeing as you were okay enough to crack jokes, Schneider let out a sigh of relief, and wrapped her arms around your back, as you got back on your two feet.

“Sorella mia should be back any minute now, just hold on a little longer, okay?” Schneider answered, making sure that you were alright.

“Tell me, why do we need to pick oranges off the tree again?”

“Mamma and Papa said it’s donations for the church. I thought I told you this?” Schneider replied.

You gave her a solemn nod. The pain was starting to lessen by the minute, but it still hurt when you tried to do quick movements.

“Oh, right, right…” You mumbled.

The church is a big part of your life, it’s where you were baptized, where you met Schneider and all your other friends, where you first met God. Safe to say that the church holds a special place in your heart, filled with memories and joyous laughter, so when the high priest asked the community for food donations for the needy, you immediately jumped at the opportunity.

“I guess that fall really did a number on you huh?” Schneider teased, giggling to herself when you turned bright red.

“Hey! I didn’t forget, I just didn’t remember!” You shot back, instantly regretting the words that came out of your mouth once you heard how contradictory it sounded.

Schneider let out a laugh at your defense, and while you felt like you should have been mortified that the laughter came at your expense, strangely enough it didn’t. It was as if the sound of her laughter quelled you from becoming more embarrassed.

And as you looked down at her, her face scrunched up from laughing so much that tears were starting to fall, and how her arms were still wrapped around you, even though you could no longer feel the pain, and were perfectly capable of standing up on your own two feet without assistance, for some reason, you didn’t want her to let go.

You always had an attachment towards Schneider, whether it be because of her personality, her charm, or her charisma, you weren’t quite sure. What you were sure of though, that these one-on-one moments between you two, moments where she wasn’t pulled away by her older sisters or parents, moments where the teacher couldn’t intrude, moments where the other kids at school couldn’t interrupt, moments where even the church, —a place where you felt safe and loved— couldn’t come in between you two either, were your favorite moments with her.

“I’ll race you back to the church! Loser has to tell Suora Mia that we didn’t get any of the oranges!” You shouted before sprinting off, not paying attention to Schneider’s cries of protest.

“Ah, wait up Y/N, I’m coming!” Schneider shouted, running close behind you, not wanting to be left back behind. Even after being lectured by the nuns once you reached the church, the laughs of sheer joy and glee you two shared was something that you’ll never forget. Forever engraved in your brain is this joyous day, where the only thing that you had to look forward to was orange picking, and you couldn’t have had it any other way.

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10 Years Later

Chicago, 1929

The smell of alcohol and smoke filled the air of the speakeasy, along with laughter of businessmen in their haughty suits. The dim lighting gave the bar an atmosphere that you were sure you didn’t belong to.

Nevertheless, you were smacked right in the middle of it, with nowhere to go to escape, in hopes you would get even just a smidge of taste of what the ‘Greatest Country in the World’ would feel like.

“Why am I here again?” You thought tirelessly to yourself, as another fight between two drunk bastards broke out next to your table.

That was the question that kept you up at night, and whilst you knew the answer to that question was the rising economic boom, but for the few years that you have lived here, were undoubtedly the most lonely and depressing years in your life. With no family, no friends, no one to share a meal with, what good can money do if there’s no one to share it with?

At one point in your life, you were somebody. You had people, a community of people, that you cared for and cared about you, sure money was tight at times, but you were happy, you were loved.

Now nine years later, you’re at The Walden, the most prestigious speakeasy in all of America, sitting in between a drunk, a bastard, and a tramp, hoping that somehow, someway, you’ll find someone, anybody, to spend an evening with, but instead the only thing that’s been keeping you company is the whiskey drink in front of you.

As you were about to fall down a rabbit hole of unwanted thoughts, a sudden voice them. You looked up from the table, you saw a lanky pale man with short black hair and glasses starting to present the ‘appetizer’ of the night, as he calls it.

What was his name, Forget Me Not, was it? Truthfully, you didn’t know much about him or The Walden for that matter, other than the fact that he dabbled in arcanum, something that you weren’t a big fan of either.

“Let’s welcome our fighter of the year! The defender of the undefeated honor of knocking out ten consecutive arcanist and human challengers!”

Your jaw dropped to the floor once you saw the woman who was presented on stage. She was short and petite, was holding a pistol in her hand, and was wearing a loose fitted feather dress that reached her waist. She looked so similar to your childhood friend, Schneider, that you had no doubt in your mind that it was her.

But what stood out to you the most was her eyes, it no longer held the same innocence and childlike wonder that it had before, no, it looked like the light was taking out of them, leaving nothing but a playful look in her eyes that was deprived of any real feeling or soul behind, the eyes of a tiger daring it’s prey to come forward.

You hadn’t seen Schneider since that fateful day at the Orange Farm, where you climbed a tree and fell from its branches, in a lousy attempt to show off. But that was before everything changed, before the War ended, before Schneider and her family left Sicily, before hunger and poverty broke out in your own home and community, before the rise of arcanum and arcanist.

“The fate of this challenger would be chosen, we let the spotlight decide”

Too engrossed in your own thoughts, you failed to register the rest of Forget Me Not’s sentence, let alone the shining spotlight that was looming over you.

“The spotlight has chosen, we have a winner”

That seemed to snap you back into reality, finally noticing the bright light above you. Amongst the hundreds of eyes that were staring at you, seizing you up, sneering at you in full contempt and disgust, or were cheering you on, your eyes gravitated towards one person and one person only.

“Hehe, long time no see, Y/N” Schneider chuckled unlike you, she looked completely calm about the whole ordeal, dare you say, even amused at the sudden turn of events. It was the same kind of amusement she had when you stubbornly climbed up a tree, only this time, it lacked the warmth it had when she was younger.

When you finally regained the ability to speak, you asked desperately. “Schneider, what’s going on? What’s happening?”

There was so many questions running through your head, so many things you wanted to say to her but were never able to. But most of all, you just wanted to know why.

“It seems like you two are already acquainted with one another, how delightful! That makes this much more easier” Forget Me Not commented. You felt your skin shiver at his words. Just what exactly did he mean by that?

“But for the people who don’t know, let’s get the introductions out of the way. Here we have, Schneider, the defending champion of last year, and a human from Sicily, Y/N”

The crowd cheered once he was finished but you couldn’t help but feel sick once he was done, just how did he get your information? There was so many questions going through your mind, most of them spawning more questions than answers.

“I do wish we reunited in different circumstances, but fate has spoken. I do hope once this is all done and over you can have it in your heart to forgive me, okay, Y/N?” Schneider said in faux innocence. Though her words seemed sincere, nothing about her tone or her expression sounded sincere or kind at all. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

Your stomach dropped at the implication of her words. Was she seriously going to kill you? Sure, you two hadn’t seen each other in a decade, but at one point in both of your lives you were inseparable. Conjoined at the hip, as your mother would say. Has she really forgotten about the time you two spent together or does she simply not care?

The sadistic smirk she wore. And the way she was taking such great joy from how uncomfortable and confused you were told you everything that you needed to know.

The person before you was not the same person that you knew all those years ago. What exactly happened during the past ten years that caused her to drastically changed? Was it her family? The mafia? Arcanum? The Walden? The church? You don’t know, and as she pointed her gun at you, firing bullets directly towards your chest area, you realized that you’re never going to know.

“Schneider-”

Pap.

#🍊: clementine writes #reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 schneider #schneider reverse 1999 #schneider x reader #reverse: 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse: 1999 schneider x reader

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