FALLOUT! Earth
yes, I'm on an art binge. Why, you ask?
Bio: Earth loves her life granted yes, it has its issues whose life doesn't but she does wish she could make some changes. The main being people would take her more seriously. Everyone seems to think Earth can't handle things herself. They either think she's a damsel in distress or can't protect herself, which isn't true, right?
Earth began to wonder what if they're right, what if I can't handle things myself, I mean, I know I can, but what if they're right?
Well, Earth would get the chance to prove her metal when one day the bombs started dropping, Earth and her family were rushed to a vault courtesy of their new bosses Vault-tec. Earth could hear the rumblings and feel the vibrations as the bombs fell. Earth won't lie she was beyond scared but who wasn't that day?
After the bombs stopped dropping, they all began to get adapt to their new lives in the Vault,Earth was there to ease everyone's concerns. Basically, she became the Vault therapist. (Not fun, by the way) While she eased others' concerns, her family eased her's. One day, Moon suggested that all the animatronics in the Vault should power down temporarily just until it's safe for them to go home. Earth joined her friends and family in their 198 year nap.
After waking up stiffer than a board, she and her family walked out of the vault and saw what the world was like now. It was enough to make anyone shed a tear. The world was wrecked, but her sadness was replaced with joy and inspiration when she saw entire towns and people working together to survive. With a renewed sense of hope, Earth and her family made a place for themselves in the post-apocalyptic world, and it was a wonderful... while it lasted. Moon discovered that the Ruin virus had somehow made it to their dimension and was now causing all robots to go haywire and become violent. Earth joined Moon's team to hunt down and destroy the virus much to Moon and a few others shagrin. Earth wanted to help everyone in this new post-apocalyptic world and wanted to prove to her family and friends that she could handle things herself.
After many explorations and long travels, they came across a group of Robot-loving protectors named The RailRoad. Earth thought their mission was quite inspiring but did dislike the fact they chose to stay hidden instead of shouting from the rooftops for every synth to hear, so they would know someone is out there protecting them and trying to save them but she understood why they stayed hidden, the RailRoad had many enemies who wished harm on them and the robots they protected. Earth gladly aided the RailRoad in many missions to rescue synths and met many friends on those missions like the religious yet fully willing to throw down Joshua Graham and her-totally-not- the-father-she-wishs-she-had synth detective Nick Valentine, Earth on these missions proved to everyone and herself she could indeed handle herself. Though she prefers to deescalate situations before things turn violent, she has been proven to be able to handle herself in a fight, preferring to use her fists and melee weapons instead of guns because she can chose to leave her foes alive and just knock them out instead of putting them six feet under. Just cause Earth knows how to throw down doesn't mean she forgot how to relax. On one mission for The Rail Road, they came across a town full of synths led by their leader Dima, Dima became friends with all of them and even gave them a place to live in Acadia. Earth definitely added a dash of color to Acadia, and it became like a second home to her... well, third home, her second home was a little town they found when the RailRoad sent them to the Captial wasteland to rescue a synth somewhere out there. A town ran by kids! Little lamplight Gregory and Cassie instantly fell in love with the place a town run by kids for kids, Earth at first was kinda horrified. A TOWN FULL OF KIDS WHERE ARE THEIR PARENTS?! Earth decided to help out around the town become the sort of town mom, eventually the town grow on her and the kids became almost like her own children so, every now and then they all take a trip out to the capital so, Earth can be a mother to an entire town.
Earth's life is going pretty well in the wasteland despite the many sacrifices she had to make and losing an eye to some mercenary. She's doing pretty well for herself, and she and everyone else now believe she's proven her metal!
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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?”
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