#( hi there thanks for the follow :D )

[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?” 

[transmasc-rose]

RULES: make a poll with 5 of your all-time favorite characters and then tag 5 people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite! (tagged by @seaweedstarshine)

Tagging (don't worry if you don't want to/have done it already!): @transgenderdoctorwhomst @27-27-gruff-triplets @quietwingsinthesky @lost-tardis-room @a-shard-of-quartz-lol

[birdmitosis]

I think my favorite thing about that fic is the chirping? How it like- does something to the receiver?

They seem like they are unable to explain why, but the simple act of something like one of others uncontrollably chirping or cooing in glee at them causes them to just melt into a happy, gooey puddle.

Like, it reads to me as somewhere deep deep in their brain there’s a little bird that instinctually preens under the sound of happy bird noises (for Hunted that bird has probably taken up most of the real estate in his brain but bear with me here-).

These boys have bested drowning, being eaten, the horrible sensation of being sliced into tiny, tiny pieces- and a little noise is what makes them topple like a jenga tower.

!!!

I want to respond to this more intelligently but all my brain is wanting to say is ":D :D :D YES!"

okay okay okay

Yes, I really love this element of things. I think whether it is gentle touches, little instinctive happy noises, or little instinctive happy gestures... I think part of it is almost because they've gone through so much Bad Shit. Their entire existence for a large chunk of their initial lives was nothing but repeated horrible circumstances! And yet...

When they're together there can be gentle touches and vulnerability is no longer quite as scary, or someone might preen a bit at a compliment or there's a happy chirp and suddenly they're affecting someone they care about in a way that speaks to their hindbrain like yes! That is a happy sound!

I am so glad that you noticed and appreciate the idea of that making them fall to gleeful pieces <33

[sparkwithinme]

I really didn't realize how long it's been since I posted... gosh. x_x Apologies for being mia so bad... I have been lurking a bit, but yeah. Uh. Life sure has been happening. lol Have few things I will probably post, but I hope you can all forgive me if I plug a thing first?

SO I'm taking commissions again. This time just sketch ones, as I don't think I have it in me to do full finished work right now. Since keeping things simple, using Ko-Fi for this!

(Trying to raise funds to get a new desktop that isn't 15 years old, so I can continue to play and stream FFXIV (my desktop couldn't even run the benchmark cry XD), but also have lot of software and things I want to do that I haven't been able to... I really need something not so vastly behind. lol)

More examples: (5.4 Spoilers)

(Yes, I know mostly ffxiv, but I'm happy to draw not!XIV things too of course :3b)

[sysig]

Butterfly kisses (Patreon)

[dr-demi-bee]

Two away from 100 followers and actually doing numbers on some posts????? (I swear I was just celebrating hitting 69 and happy whenever I'd get 20 likes 🥺)

Uh. Hi, y'all!

If you're new here: I'm a cognitive neuroscientist by trade, but a gamer, writer, and artist by birth. Happy to have you here! 💗 My asks and DMs are always open.

I mostly post my writing and my drawing! But I also like making my blorbos smooch! I'm currently working on getting Miri's model into Ring of Metamorph so I can get some more interesting clips of her (talking and doing more romance scenes with Gale hehehe).

But I'd be interested in doing something fun for the 100 followers milestone - and I'd like to interact with you lot more! ☺️

Lmk what you'd love to see! (One shot? Drawing? Video? Something ✨spicy✨?)

[ravio-the-cabinet-man]

friend: *mentions fma, hasnt watched it* "idk the lore-"

me: "do you want to?"

friend: "yes."

me: *becomes an unskippable cutscene*

[keeps-ache]

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers !! :3

!! okey :3 [<- has to go check the Playlist (idk what i listen to lmfvhs)]

Green Tea and Honey by Dane Amar & Jereena Montemayor

Together Above by Hot Freaks

Medusa by Kailee Morgue

like you want me to by Lyn Lapid

Dazed and Confused by Ruel

:3👍

[chitinleg]

so if someone was theoretically going to write a fic based off of the tags on that one very excellent garashir artwork you did... what would be a suitable villain role and/or scheme for garak to play? i know basically nothing about spy media and even less about james bond. i googled "most homoerotic james bond villain" and that was interesting but not helpful for this scenario... idk i want to really do this justice so i figured i could ask, since you came up with the idea in the first place and i guess that means this is a gift for you? and everyone else who liked that piece? thank you for your time :)

this is SUCH a charming question to receive!!! it's an honor that my art might inspire others to create! that said, here is my advice: i think you should follow your heart, mainly! i say this to everyone about everything but its very true, with writing especially, i think, you might want to write things that are especially interesting to you so that its exciting to keep going with them

personally, i don't watch a lot of spy media, i disliked james bond as a kid and i still dislike him now, so the character archetypes and plots from that wouldn't interest me enough to write a fanfic off of—i could read ds9 fic based off of them easily bc i love the ds9 characters!!! but. i couldn't write like that. therefore, i can't give you useful answers from that canon. i can give you this, but i don't know if it will be helpful: i think i would first start with the question—what about garak excites you? what puts you on the edge of your seat with him? what about julian—what actions do you like to see him take? what decisions of his make you giddy? how do you like to dig into his character? how do you like to dig into garak's? if you write down the answers to your question, it becomes the puzzle of how you can get everything you want out of the fic. the beautiful thing about the holosuite is that anything can happen at all, and while you're telling a spy story, it doesn't have to all be spy tropes. you could, if you wanted, play out a shakespeare play (your favorite shakespeare play, assuming you don't hate them all) as if it were a spy thriller! Sure, what's Twelfth Night as a spy thriller? We already have many characters playing with the fluidity of identity, going by different names, taking on different roles, gaining trust and acting on their own best interests. Just raise the stakes a little. is this insane? i feel insane. is it worth anything? i hope so. my ending point is: i am not so good at writing advice! i'm a much better drawer than a worder, but it's a gift already that you've said my art has motivated your desire to create!!!!!!!!! from there on—don't worry about what i want at all, don't worry about doing my work justice!!! take what excites you about the idea, take what excites you from your own ideas, and build it into something that makes you giddy to work on!!! i believe in you, and you have the world at your fingertips!!!!!!

[myrkulsapxstle]

@darkminstrel 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.

"Your voice is quite beautiful."

The General had heard the Dark Minstrel as he settled into camp for the evening, unable to ignore the allure of good song. It had drawn him towards his beloved in the past -- and still had a strange affect on him some odd century later.

Unsure if his presence is as of yet welcome, he stopped a few paces away, "I've not heard music like that before," He explained, "My wife... before her untimely passing, was a Bard herself - hence the curiosity."

Hells, that still hurt to say.

Her letter to him, fished out of his quarters in some way or another, sat comfortably in his armor in his tent, alongside Isobel's.

"Of what college are you?" Ketheric shook his head, clearing away those dark thoughts, "That might best explain my ignorance."

[red-hemlock]

@likeasongbird started following you!

Soft sounds fill the immediate space surrounding River, as the hookah pipe next to her bubbles-away the day. Another hit taken, another inhalation delighted-upon, before sweet melon smoke is exhaled slow. Through clouded fumes, her green eyes continue to watch the woman, the only customer left in the shop now, as she continued to peruse the wares. Normally this wouldn't bother her, but it had been quite some time since the lady's arrival; and most would've either found something they wanted by that point, or left.

Which, in this city, meant only one of two things. Either she really was a slow-shopper, which was completely fine... Or it was the latter option.

River hoped this wasn't going to turn into an attempted shop-lifting. Truthfully, she wasn't too enthusiastic about 'taking-care' of such business today at all, but-... Well, that's what the keen-edged insurance waiting on the shelf just beneath the register was for.

"...Are you finding everything alright there, Miss?"

[ka-go-me]

fairlybeloved asked: "I don't want to hurt you. But if you force my hand, I won't hold back, and you'll regret it." However threatening the words, he didn't mean any of it. If the situation came to blows he would think of something else. He just knew that he couldn't be caught there. He didn't know the woman in front of him, only that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. 'Please, just walk away.'

. 『 @fairlybeloved 』

「巫女」:: Mahogany irises just kind of stared at the man in front of her. He was--handsome in a way...Though speaking a bit oddly. If he didn't want anyone to be here--he shouldn't have come to a temple shrine in the middle of a city. Canting her head, she set the broom she had been sweeping the temple flagstones with before she'd come across this guy, aside.::

. "I would--if my family didn't - live here. You are in a temple shrine, you know. So, if you didn't want anyone to find you--wrong place. Clearly, you don't want me to know what it is you're doing, so I won't ask that, yet. But I will ask: Who are you? And do you need any help?"

. ::She wasn't positive, but she felt like this guy wouldn't hurt her. Despite the threats he gave off. Something about him though, made him seem like a rather stand-up kind of guy. So, she brazenly offered to help him. Never mind the fact that that was who she was anyway, and a miko as well, so she was bound to do it.::

. "If it helps to calm your fears, I'll introduce myself. I'm Kagome, a miko, and as I said before, my family lives and runs this temple shrine."

[deus-ex-mona]

tfw you’re just trying to look up some current affairs and end up on a late night wikidive instead

[jackdup]

/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\ . . . pokes head around corner like the most uncertain and nervous cat you've ever seen— bienvenue !! (。･∀･)ﾉ

just wanted to pop in quick and thank the folks who have decided to follow back (you all know me from my other disaster blogs, so bless you for willingly following this one, too . . . you're the MVPs)

i'm still kinda dippin' my toes in and gradually getting interactions going while i recover from casi's absence after her visit [blows her a quick kiss (ﾉ∀`♥)], so thanks for your patience in the meantime!

excited to get to write someone else who's been personally victimized by h/andsome ja/ck (me 🤝 timmy), and i look forward to exploring things with you talented folks! (´◡`)

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

woo heyy you guyyys!!!!

*looks at the last time i've been active*

soo...school amma right??? haha i'm turning into a corpse with how little i sleep :'D

(man and i swear each time i try to even THINK about drawing they bombard the whole damn week with assignments smh >:/)

i really can't feel time pass anymore hhh BUT! i have some news!

i put some reblogs in my queue a while ago (i try to whenever i have some spare time) so worry not! i am not dead and i did see some of the art in my dashboard/i was tagged into so posting those would be my top priority!

second is that i'm gonna start posting the art i had planned before starting tomorrow! i will also post some doodles i did in ms paint/ edited in medibang while i wait to get a new tablet/pen/whatever :'(

i am not even gonna try and make any promises or with my luck i'll end up with another disaster next year</3 but i will try to post whenever i can! it's been some rough months lately and i'm not doing the best, but trust me when i say i ain't leaving any time soon!! y'all are stuck with me >:)c <33333

[magnifiico]

“ I have a wish but i am afraid to speak it.”

@luposcainus || well, buddy, have i got news for you !! (๑˘︶˘๑)

“Ah, but see: that's the beauty of it,” Magnifico is quick to reassure him, drinking in the young man's trepidation and combatting it with his own exuberance. “Truly, you don't have to utter a word; all you need to do is feel that passion and desire, hold on to it, and I do the rest. Simple, isn't it?” He cocks his head as he rounds the other, a hand amicably hovering behind the small of his back—albeit briefly before returning to his side.

“That being said, since you are a guest here, our traditions do not need to become your own,” he explains. “Of course, I will not deny you the right to give me your wish, should you want that, but that is entirely your choice.”