#at the beginning of january actually

[pettyprocrastination]

whoever this beloved anon was I am so touched by your kindness! You definitely didn’t have to do this but I am so happy you enjoy this idea and I will happily expand upon it for you!

this is just a collection of word vomit bullet points for the time being but I will happily answer any and all questions about this pair!!

warnings: violence, angst, child death (Sarah Miller), foul language, the same warnings that apply to tlou, reader is Sarah's mom and described as having similar features to her. 

So the general Idea is that you and Joel are happily married before the outbreak. 

You had been Sarah's mother, his high school sweetheart he got pregnant when neither of you were old enough to have any reaction to the pregnancy test other than a fucking panic attack in one another’s arms. but you made it work 

you both worked but made time for one another and your sweet girl, going to museums every other weekend and joel insisting on swooping you off for a date every now and then 

nothing special. He knows you’re more of a diner gal than anything too fancy that makes you both feel out of place. 

On his birthday in 2003, you had planned to tell him that you were pregnant again. But the memories of your own fears of motherhood from all those years ago begin to swirl through your head again and you get cold feel. deciding to tell him the morning after

it is his birthday afterall, you want to focus on him. 

but when you’re woken up in the middle of the night because tommy needs to get bailed out, Joel kisses you sweetly one last time before promising he’ll be back and you can’t shake the feeling that something bad is happening. 

its you that shakes sarah awake that night. shouting at her to put on her shoes when she’s still rubbing the sleep from her eyes because you’ve been listening to the radio for the past two hours, calling joel again and again and again praying for him to fucking pick up but to no avail. 

Sarah, bless your little girl’s bleeding heart is the one who insists you check on the adler’s against your better suspicions and when you find the eldest looming over her daughter, blood and sinew dripping from her mouth, you grab your daughter hand and burst into a full sprint until something slams into your back and sends you tumbling onto their front lawn

its how joel finds you, struggling to keep the once sweet old woman, whose now nothing more than dead eyes and gnashing teeth straining to snap at your pulse point as you push against her while sarah shrieks before your husband runs forward and cracks her skull with a wrench. 

there’s hardly a moment of pause, just enough for him to pull you up and into his arms before he’s ushering you both into the car with an urgency. 

when the truck crashes, you get separated from them. Perhaps at Tommy’s side when the flames rise and create a wall, separating you from your husband, or maybe pulled into the mob of chaos when trying to escape from those already infected-

all joel knows is that you promise you’ll find him: just get sarah to safety and you’ll meet him at the river

Poor thing is already so frightened, held in her father’s arms with tears streaming down her face insisting they can’t leave you they just can’t but her father kisses her forehead and reassures her its going to be okay 

“we just need to be brave, okay babygirl? Your mama’s real tough, she’s gonna be alright.” 

he isn’t sure if he’s saying it to his daughter or himself. 

but when he comes to the river you aren’t there. Only a soldier who points a gun at the scared little girl in his arms and then he loses everything

its when the light is gone from his daughter’s eyes that he realizes. His voice cracked and raw from sobbing that he looks around to see his brother with drawn in shoulders and tears in his eyes but his wife is nowhere to be found. 

Tommy says you got lost in the chaos. Everything was so loud, so sudden that he turned around and suddenly you weren’t there. 

Joel wants to go back but its Tommy that stops him, that dulls the red in his vision to a sad faded pink because his brother points at the orange horizon not too far from them, so much of the city is already in flames. 

“We’re gonna find her, but not there.” 

So Joel searches. for the first year spent in the world post-outbreak its all he did. 

He became a smuggler because of it. 

Information came at a price and he needed to be able to fucking pay it, whether it be in blood or ration cards. He was willing to do anything to find you or any thin thread that lead your way. 

But it’s Tommy that asks him to give up. Not in those words of course. 

The youngest Miller knows better than to say something so cruel that would make his brother, the only person he has in this world turn on him. 

But his voice is worried when he asks him one night in Boston when he hasn’t even had the chance to wash the blood from his knuckles 

“You think she would have wanted this for you?” 

the fight that followed his words was brutal. Vicious insults and scarred fists slamming against each brother until they're both too tired and bloody to continue. Each leaning against a wall for support and Tommy’s wavering voice breaking the silence. 

“I don’t know where she is, Joel. But I do know you're gonna get yourself killed if you keep lookin’ for her.” 

All he can do is nod. 

It’s a few days later when he meets Tess. Who has heard plenty of stories about the elder miller’s brutality and wants him to put that muscle to good use for some extra profit. 

It begins his new life. One that empty and cold but one he can live. 

Until of course, Ellie comes along. The sweet and incredibly opinionated girl that makes him become something akin to the man he thought died twenty years ago. 

its when he’s traveling with Ellie, that it happens. When a warm familiarity has settled between the two because so much blood and pain has been shared he can’t help but see her as something close, something bright even though all he can force himself to utter in her reference is “cargo” 

when theyre traveling through the woods as Ellie chatters away, probing his memory about a movie that may or may not have existed thirty years ago because her descriptions of the plot are incredibly odd he hears a voice shout for them to stop and finds himself staring at a man- no, a boy- pointing a gun at them. 

Ellie stills, but Joel can see enough to know that from the lanky figure and dimpled face that he’s young. Maybe twenty, twenty-two at the oldest, but his eyes dart from Joel to Ellie with a pinprick of fear that allows Joel the time to charge forward and slam him to the ground before wrestling the gun from his hands. 

He has enough to time to tuck it under the stranger’s chin before he hears the sound of the safety being turned off and finds himself looking up and seeing a gun just inches from his face. 

Joel’s head whips around when Ellie’s voice calls out his name in fear, he turns to see another stranger holding her a gun point, shoulders drawn back and a shadow cast over their face by the had obstructing their identity. 

“You hurt one of mine, I hurt one of yours. That a fair deal?” 

Its takes him a moment to recognize you. It’s been so long since he’s heard your voice, the sweet tease when you would poke at him each time he woke up late despite the fact that you reminded him to set his alarm the night before, the times you’d chide him with a harsh “Joel Miller!” whispered in public anytime he was able to grab you a bit too passionately to be appropriate in public but the laughter in your voice let him know you were never truly mad at him. You didn’t know how to be. 

But that sweetness is buried under a cold rasp that cuts through the air as you point a rifle at the scared little girl in front of you.

“You think I won’t?” You’re older now, skin covered in scars from a life he didn’t know you got the chance to live and your eyes are cold as they regard your husband. “Put the gun down and get the fuck off of him, I won’t repeat myself.” 

Joel mumbles your name in awe. The woman he loved, the woman he mourned the one he fought so hard to find stands before him like some sort of hallucination and suddenly the world feels like its spinning until you bark orders at him again. 

“You’ve got five seconds Joel, make a fucking choice before I make it for you.” 

He looks down and realizes the boy under him, the one with the bleeding nose and snarling face has your eyes and his dimples. 

“One.” 

The one above him has Sarah’s hair. Soft brown curls that shine under the sun. 

“Two”

Wait. No, they both do.

“Three.” 

Twins. Jesus fucking Christ you had twins. 

“Four.” 

Joel holds the rifle up above his head and the one boy standing snatches it from his grasp, tossing it to the ground and kicking it far from his reach. He slowly stands, allowing your son- dear god your son- to scramble to his feet. 

Your voice softens just for a moment. “You okay, Duke?” 

Blood stains the bottom half of his face from where Joel slammed his fist into the boy’s nose just moments before, but he nods nonetheless. 

Now, they both stand on one side of you and he can see the resemblance clear as day the same way he would whenever Sarah was by your side.

When you order him to hand over his bag, he does so without question before telling Ellie to do the same. 

She watches him with wide eyes, her hands still up in the air but gaping at her companion as if he had grown a second head. 

“Joel!” “Just do it, alright?”

He doesn’t miss the way you watch their interaction with narrowed eyes until she tosses her bag to you and you slowly lower your gun. 

“Now, you want to tell me what the fuck you think you’re doin’ at my home?” 

[dovewingkinnie]

Is it possible that Goldie’s Inferno could one day maybe return as an oc story unrelated to fnaf? I always thought it was kind of interesting was looking forward to what it could tell.

maybe, though it would be very very changed goldies inferno was very attached to FNAF so its a bit difficult to turn it original the premise is simple and can be original: guy goes to a very colorful and whimsical hell for his crimes but all of the details would be changed entirely, and the backstory for everything would need to be changed too, so it wouldnt even be identifiable as goldies inferno except for the basic idea of it

[dewott-doodles10]

Trying to use only three colors

[icewindandboringhorror]

reminders of the passage of time moodeboard

[24hrfrog]

GUYS ITS 4 AM AND SKETCH COMMISSIONS ARE OFFICIALLY DONE AND CLOSED (for the time being ;))

Thank y’all sm for the support on them, I wasn’t expecting so many people to be interested much less support my little commission journey through helping reblog the commission sheet and even just commenting on the finished commissions loving them (mwah)

I’ll try to reopen again on a smaller scale as my winter break is coming to a close and freelance work plus family holidays are picking up, but I hope to do this again! And a big ol’ thank you to all the commissioners for working with me and being so patient 💚 It’s very much appreciated really. Thank you!

[squuote]

cat guy goes to taco bell

[sabraeal]

20, 30

20. Share your favorite ending line

“No? Come now, Mistress Shirayuki.” Izana is not one to cajole, but it is worth it to see her scowl; if they were beasts in truth, her ears would lay flat along her head. “Wouldn’t you enjoy having me at your beck and call again?” “Beck…?” She blinks at him owlishly. “You hardly listen to a thing I said!” “I had other concerns at the time.” Trying to secure an alliance with Arleon’s younger sister, for one. “But this time, I promise…” His lips unfurl into a lazy grin. “…You will have my full attention.”

From Come to Heel, Chapter 1

30. What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

Already answered this one, but I suppose one of the ones I'm really looking forward to in January is getting a crack at the Nanami/Bakery Girl fic, since that thing has been percolating in my head since I started watching JJK in October. NANAMIN SHOULD GET SOMETHING NICE, OKAY.

2023 in Review

[codgod-moved]

wooo art summary thing that’s fun !

gotta love the hard swerve into yugioh at the end. i really just haven’t drawn much noteworthy non-ship mcyt art for the past couple months rip </3

also turns out i use dark colours, especially in backgrounds, a lot more than i thought i did so that’s something

[thoughts-of-caly]

yeah all right fine. it was the decemviri who messed up the calendar ok. stop blaming caesar. we can blame him for other things tho

[thelemonsnek]

hellll of a year this year!! got a new hyperfixation for the first time since 2020 :0 this really made me realize how many different styles i use >:))

[image id: one of those art summary templates, where it has a spot for art from every month. January's drawing is very sketchy and has thick, bold lineart. February's is very wild, with pixelated lines, harsh shading, and crazy patterns. March's is more grounded in realism, while still keeping some level of stylism. April's is cartoony but fairly detailed, and has thick lineart. May's is very simplistic and stylized. June is a return to the realistic but stylized art style, and is the first drawing to include an actual background. July's is very painterly and also has a background. August's has the realistic stylized art style again, and September's, October's and November's are all a mix between the realistic and painterly art style, though only September's has a background. Decembers is an extremely simplistic uncolored drawing. End id]

[sluttysaph]

what book r u currently reading.?

im reading more than one haha. im reading in the flo (everyone go read it)! the fifth narnia book aaaand also harry potter fanfics ahahaa

[mariocki]

Edward Woodward guest stars as Jack Liskard, Prime Minister of an unspecified African country and the target of multiple assassination attempts, in The Saint: The Persistent Patriots (5.15, ITC, 1967)

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Tired & sick adhd wanna ask, how do the side act when their sick?

roman is an absolute drama queen about it. he whines and cries about feeling even the slightest bit nauseated, and expects to be fawned over and pampered (and he is, even though the others roll their eyes at his whines). he'll be fed soup in bed, and will dramatically insist they cannot cuddle with him lest they get sick themselves (and eventually relents and lets them all snuggle up next to him, only for them all to end up getting sick anyway).

patton tries to push through the sickness for the first half of the day, but the moment one of the other sides notice, hes admitting he feels a bit under the weather, and is letting them guide him to the couch. hes not very vocal about how hes feeling, but he visibly expresses his discomfort or nausea, and thanks them plenty when they bring him water or a trash can. he is the most firm with keeping them away from him though, because he doesnt want anyone else to get sick

virgil is the most worried when he gets sick, and typically keeps one of the sides with him at all times "in case he dies" or something. they have to constantly assure him that google is dramatic and that he does not have a life-threatening illness that happens to share two symptoms with the common cold. and after they get him some tea and antibiotics, he really just sleeps his sickness away.

logan does not tell anybody that hes sick, nor does he take medicine (though he does criticize the others when they do neither). he tries to power through it, and isolates himself, until eventually someone - typically janus, who can tell hes not taking care of himself - see his red and sweaty face, hear him cough, or see his miserable looking eyes and quite literally drag him out of his room and into somebody elses so they can trap him in a cuddle pile and chastise him for not taking better care of his body. he also the hardest time eating when hes sick, so theyll get him a thermos of broth that theyll hold to his lips, and it helps a lot

janus is the most self sufficient when hes sick, getting himself water and meds and then taking the day easy, using it as a self care day. but if the others discover hes sick and want to help out, he lets them, bossing them around and getting served food and water, having them run a bath for him, and then laying on top of them like theyre his personal heater. he gets better the fastest though, because he takes great care of himself

remus absolutely does not care when he gets sick. he doesnt cover his mouth when he sneezes/coughs, and just walks around sick. he definitely taunts the others about it, and everyone in the house ends up sick and grumpy because of him, which he thinks is hilarious (its not, and they always threaten to throw him out when this happens)

[skitskatdacat63]

Yayyyyyyyy finally working on my pinned post :D having fun :D

Its funny to me cause I'll do these super organizational things for fandom purposes and genuinely have fun with it, but then would rather die than be even remotely organizational for school

[tariah23]

I can’t wait

[amtrak12]

Ooo, I just calculated up all of my projected posting dates for my fic for the rest of this year and the midpoint is going to get posted on my birthday! :O

Well, now I can’t change my posting schedule. That chapter *has* to stay on my birthday. It’s the time travel reveal!