#TLOU 2 remastered

[abbystanaccount]

I just remembered... Abby arms

[mariatesstruther]

just a reminder yall that buying the tlou 2 remaster is supporting neil, which is supporting israel and its genocide against palestinians!

i love the tlou world as much as anyone else, but financially diverting away from anyone/thing/company supporting israel is one of the simplest and easiest ways palestinians have asked us to help. i hope we all consider boycotting the remaster and pirating s2

[nalainterrupted]

“confessions”

𓂃 　౨𓎟𓎟　　♡⠀ 　𓎟𓎟ৎ　𓂃

bestfriend!ellie x reader

note: this fanfic is pretty small and based on experience👅

Ellie has been your friend since middle school. Now that you are in college studying medicine and Ellie wants to study astronomy, you don't see her as often because you attend different colleges.

However, she sometimes stays at your apartment.

A few weeks have passed, and you've felt different around Ellie, but it wasn't because of something she did. Maybe you were falling for her? you kept telling yourself. It was a weird feeling at first, but you tried to ignored it.

A few weeks have passed, and you've felt different around Ellie, but it wasn't because of something she did. Maybe you were falling for her? you kept telling yourself. It was a weird feeling at first, but you definitely liked her. You haven't seen Ellie in a while. Even though you texted her every day, you missed her touch, her warm hugs, and especially her gorgeous smile that makes her eyes glow.

One night, after you arrived at your apartment, you heard a knock on the door.

You opened it to find Ellie standing there, smiling as always. "What are you doing here?" you chuckled. "Just came by to see you," she replied. You noticed the guitar in her hands. Ellie was always passionate about playing her guitar, and you loved that about her. "Well then, come in. I can make dinner for us," you said as Ellie entered. "Let's get started then," she said, putting her things down to help you cook.

She wasn't the best cook, but she still loved to help you.

You cooked Alfredo pasta, which you both loved. As you served the pasta and started eating, you asked, "So, why'd you come by?" You asked "I just missed you." You felt your face slowly turn red when Ellie said that. "I missed you too, Els." you smiled. After a few minutes, you both finished your pasta. "You are actually the best cook," Ellie teased. "If you say so," you teased back.

A while later, you and Ellie were talking while lying on the carpet in your room. "So, do you have a crush on anyone right now?" Ellie inquired. You avoided meeting her gaze. Should I confess? you pondered silently. "So?" she asked again, waiting for an answer. "I do like someone," you said in a lower tone. "Can you at least describe them?" Ellie persisted. She wanted to know, so you decided to give in. She wouldn't know who it was if you just described the person you liked, right?

"Fine, well.." you looked at Ellie; she was staring at the ceiling while waiting for you to say something. "Well, she has freckles all over her face. She also has a beautiful smile that makes her eyes squint a little, and she's always wearing a bracelet." You couldn't help but chuckle while saying this; she was just so gorgeous that words couldn't fully capture it.

Ellie looked at you and whispered, “Why do I feel like you're describing someone I know?" She laughed. "Maybe because I'm describing you, idiot," you blurted out.

"Wait... do you like me?" Ellie sat up, looking you straight in the eye. You knew you couldn't lie, not when she was looking at you like that. "Well... shit, yes, I like you, Els." You looked away, unable to face her after that confession. "You can't just look away after saying that."

Ellie was a little surprised, but the signs had been rather obvious. "I'm sorry, I'm just... scared that you probably don't feel the same way, and I don't want to ruin things between us." You still didn't look at Ellie; you were just too nervous. "And who said I didn't feel the same way?" she said in a soft tone. "What?" Your gaze met Ellie's. "You... feel the same way?" The room felt tense, but that wasn't always bad. "I've been wanting to tell you, but I guess you did it for me." Ellie chuckled in a teasing manner. "I suppose I did," you laughed.

You and Ellie had been making eye contact for a few minutes, your faces getting closer until you sensed her lips meeting yours. Her touch felt warm and comforting, and you could feel your face flush. Ellie looked at you, half-smiling.

"You're blushing," she teased. "Oh, shut up!" you laughed.

[elliesangell]

Compilation of Smiles by Ellie Williams (Farm)🌾🌟💖

(All pictures found on Pinterest)

1.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/60094976266888839/

2.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/5770305761908381/

3.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/633670610100040627/

4.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/5770305763500835/

5.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/7318418138471172/

6.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/605030531218006362/

7.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/414120128251574115/

8.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/335447872255154025/

9.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/590182726204317556/

10.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/227924431133243539/

11.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/633459503842975563/

12.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/281545414197770589/

13.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/192880796530198267/

14.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/689050811764944629/

15.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/588071663879140993/

16.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/7459155623558122/

[wmcapture]

A criatividade não tem limites nem mesmo nos bugs. Neste encontro improvável entre Abby e Tommy em The Last of Us Part II Remastered demonstra que no calor da perseguição, o destino pregou uma peça em Tommy. Um bug inesperado permitiu que Abby o alcançasse antes que ele pudesse fechar a porta, proporcionando um confronto épico que poucos esperavam.

A captura deste momento único foi possível graças a essa falha no game, transformando o caos em arte.

Qual será o desfecho desta batalha? Acompanhe minhas aventuras e descubra mais momentos épicos como este!

📷 Imagens capturadas no modo fotográfica de The Last of US Part II Remastered, por @wmcapture no Playstation 5

[teastyun]

screaming but the s is silent

[isabelly-smelly]

making progress on my tlou part 2 farmhouse!!

I started working on this about the same time I started on my original Ellie Williams and Dina Woodward sims. As I said on that post, I think I started on it a month (or a few months) ago. I've built the barn, office, and kitchen but everything else is still being worked on!! I actually really like it so far, but any tips would be appreciated! I've been using CC as usual and have been using the TLOU art/concept art to build.

[fruitmilkshake]

Ok, this is the last one... Probably...

[lucidfairies]

hey !! quick reminder that if you purchased, are actively playing, and actively posting about tlou2 remastered, I don't want anything to do with you !! good bye !!

[paigebuckets6]

Every day I wake up thankful the TLOU2 devs gave us this skin (smash)

[something-tofightfor]

I’m ready to get hurt all over again.

[abbystanaccount]

Nooo don’t arrest her she’s so sexy ahaha

[nalainterrupted]

I need her to eat me out non stop

[elliesangell]

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ You and me together forever P.1⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

Warnings: mention of self-harm,cuts,blood,fight wc: 2.7k notes: This is my first fanfic, and I’m still learning English, so I translated this text myself. I apologize for any possible mistakes, and I hope you enjoy it! Happy reading!

->->-> Part 2 (Final Part)

Description:

You are a shy, quiet, and aggressive student. Lately, you’ve been struggling with deep depression, and you're dealing with it in less-than-healthy ways. Every argument with other students almost always ends in a fight. But even someone like you has a weakness — Ellie💖

Waking up, you hear your alarm beeping. Reluctantly, you open your eyes and grab your phone. After turning off the alarm, you glance at the lock screen: 7:10 AM, Monday.

“Damn, I hate Mondays” — you mutter to yourself, not wanting to get out of bed. You place your phone on the dresser, and next to you on the bed is the book «She Drives Me Crazy». You put the book aside and get up

Grudgingly, you head to the bathroom to brush your teeth. The bright bathroom light blinds you, but squinting, you approach the mirror. Your face looks sleepy, and your hair is messy. Another morning, another routine, boring day. You walk over to the sink and turn on the cold water. The icy stream runs through your palms, sending shivers down your spine. Closing your eyes, you splash cold water onto your face several times, feeling the droplets run down your neck. After a quick, refreshing wash, you reach for a towel to dry your face.

But your gaze catches on your hands. Fresh cuts on your wrists remind you of recent events.

“Shit... I deserved it… I’ll make it worse next time” — you whisper, gritting your teeth and gently tracing the cuts that have already begun to heal.

Resigned to the feeling, you pick up your toothbrush and start brushing your teeth, thinking about the day ahead. After finishing your morning routine, you return to your room and pull on your usual black hoodie with long sleeves and a pair of jeans. Almost ready. At that moment, your phone vibrates with a message from Ellie.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. Dress warm, it’s cold outside. I’ll be there soon"

Reading her message, you can’t help but smile, feeling warmth spread across your face. Every word from her feels like it heats you up from the inside. In the hallway, you slip on your sneakers, but something makes you stop in front of the mirror. Your hair is a mess.

“Alright, I need to tidy up a little” you say, smoothing down your hair with your hands and tucking it behind your ears. Your eyes linger on the mirror for a moment, and, unable to resist, you dab a little of your favorite perfume on your neck.

“She won’t notice anyway” you exhale sadly, grabbing your black leather jacket and keys before heading out the door.

As soon as you step outside, the cold wind hits your face. Ellie was right, as always—it’s freezing. Lost in thought, you suddenly hear the familiar roar of a motorbike. And there she is, pulling up on her black motorbike. Ellie, in her light green jacket and grey jeans, takes off her helmet, her green eyes instantly locking onto yours. You feel your face flush.

Approaching her, your heart beats faster. You hug each other in greeting, and you’ve always loved feeling her close. In her arms, you feel safe. You could stay like this forever.

Without thinking, you breathe in the scent of her brown hair, and something in your stomach tightens sweetly, like butterflies fluttering inside you.

“Hey” you say softly into her ear.

“Hey there” Ellie replies cheerfully. You break the hug and take a step back, meeting her eyes.

“How’d you sleep?” she asks.

“Not bad, but I could’ve used more” you answer, yawning.

Ellie smiles that warm, reassuring smile.

“Stayed up late at your laptop again?”

“Yeah”

“Playing something?”

“No, just listening to music and reading stuff”

“What kind of stuff, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Just a book” you answer evasively, not wanting to discuss it further.

To avoid more questions, you quickly change the subject.

“What did you do last night?”

“I watched «Spider-Man No Way Home» I loved it. Have you seen it?”

“No, but if I have time, I’ll definitely check it out”

You feel your confidence fading as her green eyes sparkle in the morning light. Your cheeks flush, and you drop your gaze to the motorbike, gently touching it.

“What time did you go to bed?” you ask, looking back at her and noticing her warm, sincere smile. Your heart races, and a pleasant thrill fills your chest.

“Oh, I don’t remember… around midnight. You?”

“I think around 2 AM”

“Now I know why you didn’t sleep well. You need to go to bed earlier” she says in a caring tone, her voice soft with concern.

You smile wider, unable to help it, especially when you see Ellie blush and lower her gaze. She fidgets with her hands, not knowing where to put them, and your heart skips a beat again.

"Okay... I guess it's time to go" she says with a slight reluctance, trying to regain her seriousness, though she still sounds a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, I guess so" you sigh, but you try to hide your disappointment.

"Here you go" Ellie says, holding out the helmet. Her hand touches yours for a moment, and you freeze, savoring the brief contact.

You take the black and red helmet, feeling a twinge of sadness. You don’t want to go to university because time always seems to fly too quickly when you're with Ellie. As you put the helmet on, you glance at her a few times, and each time your eyes meet. Her gaze is warm, and you notice the tenderness in the way she looks at you.

"You look good" her voice is soft, but there's a note of genuine admiration in it.

You can’t hold back a smile. Your cheeks start to heat up, and you're glad the helmet is already hiding your embarrassment.

"Thanks... you look great too" you reply, your voice trembling slightly with excitement. Ellie smiles back, and the warmth in her smile feels like it’s spreading inside you.

"Thank you!" she responds cheerfully, and you realize you could stare at her smile for hours. But she’s already putting her helmet on.

"Come on, get on, or we'll be late" Ellie says, swinging her leg over the motorbike.

You sigh, feeling a little sad that the moment is ending, but you climb on behind her, wrapping your arms tightly around her waist. The gesture feels so natural to you. You've always loved how soft her skin feels, her slim waist fitting perfectly in your embrace. A familiar thrill builds inside you, and your heart beats faster.

But your thoughts are interrupted by her raspy voice:

"You ready?" she asks, turning her head slightly towards you.

"Just don't go too fast, okay? I'm still not used to it..." you reply, your voice tinged with slight anxiety, remembering how you didn’t feel great last time when Ellie picked up speed.

She laughs softly at your reaction and places her hand over yours on her waist, gently stroking your knuckles.

"Okay, okay, I won’t. I promise. Just hold on tight, alright? And if you feel uncomfortable, let me know right away" her voice is soft, caring, and she looks at you with a slight smile.

Her fingers are so warm against your cold hands that you flinch slightly, but as she continues to stroke your hands, you start to melt under her touch. Your cheeks heat up even more, and you’re thankful the helmet is hiding your blush.

"Thank you... I’ll definitely tell you if something’s wrong."

To your disappointment, Ellie removes her hand and starts the motorbike. You begin to move slowly, and you instinctively clutch her waist tighter, feeling the cold wind against your face. You press yourself closer to her back, soaking in the warmth of her body, feeling safe.

When you arrive at the university, your grip relaxes.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Did you get cold on the way?" Ellie asks.

"A bit, but I’m fine, thanks."

You hop off the motorbike, take off your helmet, and hand it to Ellie. She smiles at you, her gaze warm and caring.

"Will you come with me to my locker? I need to grab my notebooks" Ellie asks.

"Yeah, sure."

Ellie parks the motorbike and takes the keys. You walk with her to the university doors, and as you run ahead, you hold the door open, letting Ellie and a few other students pass through. Ellie throws you a warm smile, her gaze lingering a little longer than usual.

"Thanks" she says, her voice soft and sincere.

You notice the faint pink tinge on her cheeks, and it makes your heart swell with warmth. Lately, all you've wanted is to see her happy her smile means everything to you. She’s the reason you get up in the morning.

The crowd of students fills the corridor, and you feel a bit awkward in the hustle and bustle. Ellie, as always, notices. You walk in silence until she breaks it.

"You know, we could watch a movie" she suddenly suggests.

You don’t immediately register what you’ve just heard. Your eyes widen, and your lips stretch into a wide smile.

"A movie? I wouldn’t mind... When?" Your voice trembles slightly with surprise and joy.

Ellie seems a little embarrassed, her cheeks turning a soft pink. She starts rubbing her fingers together, as if nervous.

"Well... whenever it’s convenient for you."

You can’t take your eyes off her face, and the longer you stare, the more you feel your own cheeks starting to burn.

"Even tonight... if that’s okay with you, of course" you try to sound calm, but inside, a whirlwind of emotions rages.

Ellie nods, her green eyes sparkling in the dim light of the corridor.

"Yeah, I’m free tonight.. So, tonight?"

"Yeah,tonight" you whisper, lost in daydreams about how the evening might unfold.

You already imagine sitting next to her, watching the movie, feeling her warmth. But your fantasy is suddenly interrupted by a rough shove. Some guy squeezes past, pushing you both.

"Get away from my way" he barks, not bothering to look back.

You blink, not fully understanding what just happened. Then you turn to Ellie, placing a concerned hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" you ask, your voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, I’m fine" she assures you, frowning slightly. "What about you?"

But your gaze is already fixed on the guy, who’s now rummaging through his locker like nothing happened. Thoughts of Ellie being hurt flood your mind.

"I’m... fine"

Your fists clench on their own as a wave of anger washes over you. You throw your backpack to the ground and march toward him, your rage barely contained.

Ellie notices and quickly follows you. The guy is taller than both of you, with a broad build, wearing a blue shirt and black trousers. Your heart pounds harder and harder, but your thirst for justice takes over.

"Hey, jerk, why’d you push us?" Your voice comes out harsh.

The guy doesn’t even turn to look at you, continuing to dig through his locker. That just makes you angrier.

Ellie, smirking, steps closer and slams his locker door shut, forcing him to acknowledge you both. He turns around, ignoring you and focusing on Ellie.

"Why did you push us?" she asks coldly, her tone unwavering.

"Back off" he snaps, grinning maliciously.

Ellie’s about to respond, but you’re faster. Grabbing him by the collar, you slam him against the locker and lean in close.

"You need to apologize" your voice is low and dangerous. "Or I’ll beat the crap out of you."

The guy looks shocked, clearly not expecting such a reaction. But his expression quickly changes to a sneer.

"Really?" he hisses. "Think you’re tough? Let me go, or you’ll both regret it"

His words sting. He’s threatening not only you but Ellie, too. That’s enough to push you over the edge. You tighten your fists and punch him square in the face, venting all your rage. He tries to grab at you, but Ellie steps in, delivering her own punch and pushing him away from you.

"Get off her, you bastard!" she shouts, her voice almost a growl.

A crowd of students starts to gather, some running up to pull you apart. In the scuffle, your sleeves ride up, exposing your wrists. The students gasp when they see the scars.

Ellie stands protectively behind you, but even she freezes when she catches sight of the marks on your skin. Her eyes dart from your wrists to your face, worry etched into her expression.

You don’t immediately understand why everyone’s staring at you like that. But then you see where Ellie’s gaze is fixed. You glance down at your wrists, realizing that the cuts you’ve worked so hard to hide are now visible to everyone.

Panic surges through you, and you quickly try to pull your sleeves back down, but it’s too late. Heat rushes to your face, your heart pounding so loud it echoes in your ears. Your hands begin to tremble, your back slick with adrenaline and fear. You notice a few students nearby whispering to each other, exchanging confused glances.

Everything feels like it’s happening in slow motion. Every look, every whisper feels like a blow, and the world around you blurs. Tears well up in your eyes, and despite your best efforts, they spill over, rolling down your cheeks. You quickly wipe them away with your sleeve, but more follow, a torrent of emotions—shame, pain, vulnerability—crashing over you.

All you wanted to do was disappear, to get away from those prying eyes and discussions. Without thinking, you turned and ran. Leaving the backpack behind, leaving Ellie behind, leaving this agonizing moment behind.

Ellie watched you with her fists clenched. She saw the tears rolling down your cheeks, and felt her heart break with pain for you. She knew how important it was to be there for you right now, but you were already out of her sight. Anger rose up in her in a wave - not at you, but at the one who had caused all of this. Gritting her teeth, Ellie turned back to the guy who was standing in front of the locker, not yet fully aware of what had just happened. She took a step toward him, not giving him time to respond, and slammed her fist right into his face. Blood streamed from his nose, but she didn't stop. Grabbing him by the collar, she pulled him closer, pinning him against the metal locker doors.

“This is all because of you, you motherfucker!" Ellie gritted through her teeth, her voice low but full of anger.

She clenched her jaw so hard that the veins in her face were showing. The boy gasped in fear, his eyes widening, blood continuing to drip onto Ellie's hands. -

"I...I didn't know..." he wheezed, looking at her with horror.

"If I ever see you around again, I'm going to make it a lot worse" Ellie said, every word she said sounding with cold determination.

She finally let go of him and pushed him back to his locker, and turned to the crowd of students who were still standing in a daze, watching the scene.

"What are you looking at? Get the fuck out of here!" - she shouted, her voice sounding rough, almost growling.

The students began to slowly disperse, though some continued to furtively watch from afar. Ellie walked over to your abandoned backpack, picked it up and dusted it off. Her whole body was still shaking with adrenaline, but her thoughts were on you. She looked back in the direction you had run, and her face slowly faded from anger to worry and pain.

Where did you run to, my dear..." she murmured softly, clutching your backpack to her. She needed to find you, when you needed support the most.

Thank you for reading my first fanfic I hope you enjoyed it!🌟🏹🌿

->->-> Part 2 (Final Part)

[wmcapture]

A guerreira de Salt Lake, com sua jaqueta emblemática, ergue-se como um farol em meio à escuridão. Seus olhos, embora não visíveis, transmitem uma força indomável e uma determinação inabalável. Neste momento, congelado pela lente, vislumbramos a alma de uma lutadora que não se curva diante da adversidade.

Junte-se a nós e testemunhe a saga de Abby, uma heroína que desafia os limites da humanidade. Siga nosso perfil para mais capturas que celebram a coragem e a resiliência dos sobreviventes.

📷 Imagem capturada no modo fotográfica de The Last of US Part II Remastered, por @wmcapture no Playstation 5

[isabelly-smelly]

Pedophilia in TLOU Fanart

First of all please go read my posts about Alaa and his family from Palestine (their fundraiser only has 436 CAD out of the needed 60,000 CAD).

The meaning of this post is to talk about a somewhat popular creator who posts fanart (3D digital models) of TLOU characters. I am going to say her name at the end so that people can read this without their own biased feelings about her affecting how they react to this information.

She is 26 as of August 2024. The main art of hers I will be talking about is from 2021, so she would have been 23/22. The art of hers contained the three main girls in TLOU supposedly in high school (an AU). Abby very obviously is sexualized via her (inaccurate) schoolgirl outfit.

For reference, I’ll show the difference between a normal schoolgirl outfit (first photo) and a sexualized/unrealistic schoolgirl outfit (photo 2):

If this isn’t clear, the real schoolgirl uniforms have longer skirts (some have long socks as well). It is also common for real schoolgirl uniforms to wear a jacket and/or a long-sleeves shirt. The sexualized schoolgirl outfis tend to have tight (usually short-sleeved) shirts with short skirts.

You can decide which schoolgirl outfit above looks the most similar to Abby’s.

The username of the creator is in that screenshot from a few months ago, so I will not type it again here (also because I have no interest in interacting with this creator). The post is now deleted, but that doesn’t change the fact that it was made in the first place.

I am not going to respond to comments saying I am the weird one for saying Abby is being sexualized as a minor, because the sexualization is obvious. I am not trying to “cancel” anyone for petty reasons, I am just calling out evident pedophilia in her “art.”

update 9/6/24: some people have mentioned that there are real school uniforms that resemble the one this creator gave Abby. my response to that is that it’s a valid opinion and I can see why people would think that; however, this creator has made more problematic and oddly sexual art of Abby as a minor in her past (some of which are still posted). That is why, regardless of the creators intention with this specific creation, I will not be deleting this post (because of the other weird art she has made).