#giant joel

[tiny-minecraft-rabbit]

I saw you were still taking writing requests and your writing is very very good so maybe 5 or 11 with Joel and Jimmy?

Joel bumped his head against the stone wall of the hill side. He wasn't sure how long he's been sitting here, but it seemed like hours. It could have just been a few minutes, but with both of their heart rates high it was slowing down the time significantly.

"Jimmy," he sighed, the first words said in those minutes, "Why are you still afraid of me?"

He couldn't help but peek down into the crevice, the one that Jimmy had smushed himself into. He had though they had gotten passed this.

Getting trapped on a random modded server hadn't been ideal. They were still trying to figure out how to get off it, even after several days of pushing at the boundaries, but it wasn't like either of them were very knowledgeable in this kind of thing. The origins that had been forced upon them had only increased the difficulty, throwing them into instincts they had no clue how to navigate.

Joel had become a fox origin, something that he felt he would have been familiar with given he's had wolf traits forced upon him during life series seasons. He quickly learned, however, that having fangs and ears was nothing close to being part fox himself. His need to forage and dig and steal was dialed up to an impossible to ignore level. It made the serious work they had to do hard to not sabotage by pure instincts.

Jimmy had it worse. A bunny origin. Barely half a block tall now and the twitchiest he's ever seen him. Jimmy had never been an overly nervous or cautious person; honestly, he was prone to taking on battles he couldn't win more often than not. Now he could barely get Jimmy to stand in the same room as him.

It had gotten better over the last few days. Jimmy no longer ran for the nearest hiding spot the second he saw a flash of Joel's red tail or heard him grow at certain challenges.

Except for today it seems; and today was worse. Joel had growled and yipped at a grizzly bear, a bloody custom mob on this forsaken server, and the combination of two predators had sent Jimmy's rabbit heart into a frenzy. He had ran off and dug himself into the smallest hole he could find.

It took Joel ages of panicked searching to find him. He thought that just telling the bunny origin that the bear was gone would be enough to get him to climb out himself, but the moment Jimmy had seen the shine of Joel's eyes he had scrambled to push himself further into the hole.

That brought them to now. Joel had sat back for a few minutes to let Jimmy relax, but the quiet wasn't working.

Jimmy shifted, which Joel heard more than he saw due to the fact that the space he had shoved himself in was so small.

"I don't know," Jimmy finally answered Joel's question, "I'm just... I don't want to be. It's hard. I've been this small before, you're well aware of that, but this is different. Everything feels so big this time. It's like I'm the smallest guy in the world everything wants to kill me for it."

"I don't want to kill you," Joel said, trying to keep his voice low.

Jimmy went awfully quiet to that.

"Jim?"

"Are you sure you don't want to kill me?" Jimmy asked, so quiet Joel was pretty sure he only heard it because of his increased hearing.

"What is it going to take to get you to trust me?" Joel asked in response, trying and failing to push down the absolute devastation he felt at those words. Jimmy had been so afraid of him these last few days, Joel knew it was bad, but he didn't realize just how scared his friend had been of him.

Jimmy took a deep breath, "Do you... have a carrot?"

It took all of Joel's restraint to not bark out a laugh right then and there, managing just to only snicker as he dug through his inventory. "That's all you need?"

"No," Jimmy answered honestly, "But it'll be a start."

Joel nodded and pulled out a carrot, dangling it in front of the hole. Jimmy crawled out and he had to take it in both paws, it nearly as big as him. He slowly sat next to Joel, leaning against his side, and Joel did everything in his power not to shift.

It was a start.

[tillydouspart]

the ocean queen and the mezalean king

(redraw of that one ponyo screenshot!)

[fettuccin-e]

Something Bad

Kinktober Day 20: Corruption

Tags: Joel Miller x Reader, afab!fem!reader, blowjob, face-fucking (do NOT look at me rn), corruption, slightly innocent!reader, age gap mention, Joel is simply not prepared for how filthy his girl is (w/c: 1.4K)

A/N: I believe in filthy old man Joel and younger even filthier girl okay!!! This may have gotten a little out of hand but idk I can't help but ramble about sucking Joel's dick alright?? (I have been using these prompts by flightlessangelwings for Kinktober!)

Joel Miller is a bad man. A bad fuckin’ man.

He knows it, has known it for years. He has too much blood on his hands, too many skeletons in his closet, to be a good man.

But fuck, this has got to be the worst. 

You’re supposed to be off-limits, the pretty little nurse that floats around Jackson, tending to the sick and injured. You, the sweet little thing who's never seen the outside of the town walls, who wears pretty dresses you make yourself and brings fucking baked goods to the patrol groups after they get back.

You, who asks him how he’s been, who traces a gentle hand down his forearm, sending goosebumps across his body. You, thirty fuckin’ years younger than him, and so angelic you practically glow.

You, on your knees on his kitchen floor, sucking his dick like you’re fucking starving for it.

You’d started off so delicate, so innocent, when he’d started this... thing with you. This dirty, nasty secret he has to keep from his own brother, from the entire town.

It had started with a gentle kiss when you’d patched him up after a patrol gone wrong. You’d fashioned a bandage over his chest, and God, when you looked up at him with those pretty doe eyes, he was a fuckin’ goner. He wasn’t sure who moved first, you or him, all he had known was that your lips against his were soft. So soft, softer than anything he’d experienced in twenty fucking years.

“Don’t know how to do this,” you’d breathed against his mouth, your fingers clutching into his shirt, “just know that I want you.”

Joel pulled back, looking down at you with a hard gaze, ready to pull back, tell you this was a mistake, “Darlin’-”

“I know you want me too, Joel,” you’d said, firmer than he’d ever thought you could be. “I just need-” you’d stuttered, and leaned your forehead against his as you collected yourself, “I just need you to teach me.”

It had spiraled from there. 

He’d tried to be gentle with you, but fuck, it’s so hard when you’re so soft beneath him, whining his name and tangling your fingers in his hair. You’d been so nervous the first few times you’d done this, nervous enough that Joel had pulled back, night after night, just to make sure you were still alright with him seeing you like this.

“You can say no anytime you want, sweet girl,” he’d mutter, “I won’t mind.”

But you’d always shake your head, eager to learn, eager to please. And fuck, Joel can’t help it when he fucks his fingers into you a little too hard, treats you a little too rough. He’d a bad fuckin’ man, God, he shouldn’t even be near you.

When you’d both started this, you’d been quiet and uncertain about what you wanted, leaving Joel to ease it out of you with soft touches across your body and licks of his tongue into your mouth.

Now, though. Now Joel thinks he’s made a fuckin’ monster.

You crave him in ways he’d never thought you capable of, dragging him to your bedroom when he gets home and stripping him down before he’s had a chance to say hello. You beg him to fuck you, use you, anytime he wants.

“Need it Joel,” you’ll whisper, pulling him with you. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about it all day.” 

You don’t even make it to the bedroom today. No, you corner him while he’s making dinner for you both, turning him until his back is pressed against the counter. You look at him with those pretty, pretty eyes, warm and gorgeous and calling to him like a goddamn siren, as you sink to your knees.

“Sweetheart, you can’t-” he stutters over his words like a virgin, and all you do is look up at him as you unbutton his jeans, pull his fly open and free his cock. It’s fucking sinful, the way it looks huge next to your pretty little mouth, the way you press it against your cheek, looking up at him with all of the fucking innocence he’s taken from you.

“What Joel?” You coo, pressing gentle kisses up his shaft before sucking the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it for one horrible, maddening moment, before pulling back again. “You don’t want me to suck your cock?” 

Joel is going to fucking die here, in this kitchen, if you keep talking like that, keep licking at his cock and looking at him like that from the floor. “Darlin’, fuck ‘course I want you, but fuck, not here. We can go to bed-”

“Too far,” you whine, and Joel doesn’t have a chance to fucking breathe before you’re sucking his cock into your mouth, bobbing down as far as you can before he hits the back of your throat, and motherfucking Christ, that’s it, he’s going to die.

You suck his cock like a goddamn pro, like you hadn’t just learned to do this a few months ago. And Joel should feel bad, he should feel some modicum of guilt for making this pretty, innocent nurse into such a filthy little thing, but he can’t bring himself to when it feels so good. So fucking hot and wet, and your fingers digging into his thighs over his jeans.

“God damn it, baby,” he grunts when you hollow your cheeks, making it that much tighter and his head is spinning, fuck, he must be losing it. You fucking smile around his cock, bobbing deeper, pumping the part of his cock that can’t fit in your mouth with a slick hand. “Suckin’ me so good, that’s so fuckin’ perfect, shit-”

His hips twitch uncontrollably, shoving his cock far, too far down your throat. You choke, pulling off of him immediately, pumping him in your hand as you gasp for breath. And Joel fears he’ll pass out when a line of spit connects the tip of his cock to your bottom lip. “Shit, sorry, sweetheart-” he grunts, but you only smile up at him, pumping him quick and so overwhelmingly perfect. Joel’s knees threaten to start shaking.

“You can fuck my mouth, Joel,” you say, blinking up at him slowly, sweetly. “I promise I don’t mind.”

Joel’s vision blurs at the edges, and he sucks in a labored breath through clenched teeth as you suck him into your mouth all over again. Your hands wrap around his wrists, tugging his hands into your hair, and fuck, how can Joel resist you? He’s never been able to, and damn it, he probably never will.

He curls his hands into your hair, pumping his hips up into your mouth as far as you can take him, before pulling out again. Fuck, what would people say if they knew Joel Miller had the little nurse, with the baked goods and kind smile, on her knees in his kitchen, fucking her mouth like she’s no more than a filthy fucking whore.

His cock throbs in your mouth as he drags his hips in and out, in and out. You make obscene, sinful fucking sounds, little whines when he pulls out, loud, wet sucking noises when he pushes back in. You just kneel and fucking take it, letting him pull your mouth onto his cock with his fist gripped in your hair.

From the corner of his eye, Joel can see your hand move, subtle and silent. He nearly chokes when that pretty, delicate hand disappears between your thighs, rubbing at your clit through your pants as Joel fucks into your mouth like a goddamn madman. The sight nearly makes him black out.

His orgasm rushes into him without warning, and he can barely choke out a rough, “Fuck, gonna cum-” before he’s shooting his cum down your throat. You moan around him like you love it, the vibrations reverberating up his fucking spine.

Joel Miller is a bad fuckin’ man, but he thinks this might be what heaven feels like. It's probably as close to heaven as he's gonna get.

When he finally releases his grip on your hair, you lean back, letting his sticky cock slip from your mouth, and Joel watches as you stick your tongue out, showing him that you swallowed every drop. Joel’s spent cock twitches between his thighs. 

“Take your fuckin’ clothes off,” he mutters, dark and deep and every bit the bad man everyone thinks he is. “Right now.”

You smile softly, standing up off the floor and pressing yourself against him. “Why don’t we go to bed, Joel?” you murmur in his ear, and Joel growls.

He spins you both around until you’re bent over the counter, ass out for him.

“Too far,” he murmurs, and wrenches your pants down your thighs.

[wishing-well-art]

SHE CAUGHT A WHOPPER❗❗❗

[valeriapryanikova]

the grid is a bit weird for this year's art summary bc a lot of the drawings were just Too Goddamn Tall and therefore impossible to reasonably fit into my usual square frames :P

[fountainpenguin]

Tango and GeminiTay visit Etho post-charity stream travel while Grian interacts via chat. Etho says he and Joel were alone all week and everybody teases him.

19 minutes into Tango's "I AM THE MASTER" stream, April 2024

Transcript:

Tango: So, Etho, what did you do all week by yourself? Were you lonely?

Etho: Dude, it was so dead on this server-

Tango: It was so quiet! I know.

Gem, overlapping: Did you miss us?

Tango, overlapping: He DID! He did!

Gem: Awww!

Etho: A little bit... It was just like- It was like Joel and me, and...................... and that was about it... And Cub came back eventually.

Gem, overlapping: Of COURSE you mention Joel first.

Tango: Yep, yep; of course.

Tango, quietly sing-songing: Obsessed~ ... Obsessed...

Etho: [Laughs]

Gem: Not your neighbor, Cub. JOEL. Joel's top of the list.

Etho: But I couldn't even go see Joel because it would've been awkward to, like... just be alone.

Gem: You poor thing...

Tango, reading Grian's message in chat: 'Joel is enough for you.' Yeah...... I see more statues popping up- Who's making them?

Etho: Not me! Okay, something weird is going on- I don't know the deal behind it-

Tango, laughing: Uh-huh...

Etho: I've made two statues... Total.

Tango: Which ones did you make?

Etho: The Joel one... and the other one's... a secret.

[End]

Next, Tango and Gem tease Etho because they're pretty sure the other statues he built are the giant Etho statues, implied to be something he put in front of Joel's base himself. Etho says this is "not confirmed in his video."

[whiteboardartstudios]

I SAID I WAS GOING TO DRAW THAT CAR SO HERE WE ARE (I hope you enjoy this is the stupidest thing I've drawn in months /affectionate)

(I put the image descriptions in the Alt text this time because there's so many images. If it doesn't work please tell me and I'll yeet them in the actual post!!)

happy finale of Wild Life everybody! :D

[arc852]

Meet-Cute

Summary: Lizzie notices some weird things going on in her apartment that leads her to believe she has a mouse problem. After going to her kitchen late one night for some water though, she finds out that that isn't the case.

Warnings: slight fear

Word Count: 3353

AO3 Link

So, this was supposed to be for valentine's day but some stuff came up and I wasn't able to finish it in time. But better late than never! So happy late valentine's day and I hope you all enjoy this special Jizzie fic!

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 There was something in her apartment.

 For the last few days, Lizzie had been noticing strange things happening within her apartment. It had started with food she had dropped and meant to clean up later. She’d come back and there would be nothing on the floor. The first few times this happened, she figured she was just misremembering things, or that the crumbs had gotten kicked beneath some appliance in her kitchen. It wasn’t until she dropped a crumb on purpose, just to see what would happen, and it was still gone the next day.

 The tapping sounds she kept hearing were the next thing.

 Multiple times, throughout the day, she would hear little taps coming from…somewhere. She couldn’t be sure, but all she knew was that it was the most prominent at night, when sometimes Lizzie would wake up in the middle of the night and hear the tapping consistently.

 She also started to notice that things in her junk drawer were going missing. She usually didn’t care about what was in there, but the other day she needed a paperclip and she was sure she had some in there. But when she went to check, there were none.

 She was starting to suspect she had a mouse problem.

 But calling pest control would only get the poor thing killed, probably. And Lizzie wasn’t really sure how to set up a trap or go about finding one that was humane enough. And a trap meant she would have to deal with the mouse herself and despite her not wanting to hurt the poor thing, she didn’t really want to handle it either.

 She figured she’d leave it alone. It wasn’t doing anything bad, just trying to survive.

 Though, for some reason she couldn’t shake the feeling it wasn’t a mouse. That something else had managed to find its way into her home and was taking her things.

 But it had to be a mouse. What else could it be?

***

 Lizzie had just wanted a drink of water.

 It was the middle of the night and she was half-asleep and all she wanted was to grab a glass of water from the kitchen and then go back to sleep.

 She was not at all expecting to see a tiny person already there, dropping into her junk drawer and rummaging through it. 

 Lizzie, now much more awake, backtracked back around the corner and pressed her body against the wall to hide, not wanting to scare the tiny person off. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest at the thought of what she just saw. She blinked and rubbed at her eyes, wondering if she was seeing things in her half-asleep state. But as she peeked back around the corner, the tiny person was still there.

 She couldn’t help but watch them in awe. She couldn’t make out much from the distance and the dark but the window was open and shining faint moonlight onto the countertops, giving her just enough light to make out that the figure seemed to be male.

 She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him, watching as he climbed out of her junk drawer and used what appeared to be a hook and string to try and close it. He sent the hook end over the front, hooking it into the wood before pulling on the string. Though it seemed to be giving him trouble as he struggled to pull the drawer close.

 “Come on you bloomin’--ah!” Lizzie perked up as she heard the faintest of voices coming from the little guy. He was muttering but his voice still seemed to carry within the still and quiet night. He cried out when the drawer suddenly moved closed, smoother than he had been expecting, and he fell backwards on his butt.

 Lizzie clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sudden giggle she let out. The tiny guy just seemed so embarrassed, even though he thought he was alone. It was…cute.

 He got up and dusted himself off, a faint shade of pink on his cheeks that Lizzie could just barely make out. “Totally meant to do that.” He muttered to himself. “Stupid drawer.” He continued with a glare towards the drawer in question. Lizzie smiled behind her hand, which she still kept pressed against her mouth to stop any noise from escaping and risk her being seen.

 She then watched as the tiny guy adjusted the bag around his shoulders and went over to the wall. Now, Lizzie had always assumed that her walls were fairly solid. That was until the tiny guy marched right up to it and pushed, revealing a door that matched the tiny person’s size perfectly. Lizzie could only watch in awe as the door closed behind the guy, going back to being a plain wall. Once again, no sign that there even was a door there. 

 And with that, he was gone.

 Lizzie waited another moment just to be safe, before walking back to her room, water all but forgotten.

 She laid awake, staring up at the ceiling as she thought about what she had seen.

 The tiny guy lived in the walls. Walls that were clearly hollow, at least in some places…that would explain the tapping she heard. No wonder it had been so hard for her to pinpoint where it had been coming from. 

 She couldn’t believe there was a tiny guy in her walls in the first place. And a cute one at that. Lizzie felt a slight blush settle over her cheeks as she thought that but it wasn’t like she could deny it. She had eyes. And the tiny guy was cute.

 She had wondered what he was. A fairy? Though she hadn’t seen any wings on him. A leprechaun perhaps? But she was pretty sure they had red hair and wore green outfits. An Imp? But then where were his horns and tail?

 She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as guess after guess went through her mind. Look at her, thinking these mythical creatures were even plausible.

 But she couldn’t deny what she saw.

 She wondered what his name was.

***

 Over the next couple of days, Lizzie tried to see the little ‘may or may not be a fairy’ guy again. She staked out the kitchen in her same hiding spot for a few hours, only for nothing to come about it. Did he know? Had he seen her waiting for him and was already long gone?

 But no, because each night, despite not seeing him, she still saw the signs. Food missing, junk drawer slightly ajar, tapping within the walls…

 He was still here, Lizzie was apparently just really bad at catching sight of him when she actually wanted to.

 She sighed and decided to give it a rest on the third night.

 And it was that night that she woke up to a faintly familiar voice.

 “-why does the tissue have to be in her bedroom for goodness sake…” 

 Lizzie cracked one of her eyes open to see that the tiny guy, the one she had been wanting to see again for days now, was standing on her nightstand and trying to pull out one of the tissues from her tissue box. He was muttering to himself and Lizzie couldn’t help but think that, if she hadn’t heard his voice before, she might have stayed asleep.

 But she had been waiting to see him again. And his quiet voice had been enough to disturb her rest. 

 She watched as he took the tissue and started folding it up, probably in order to fit it in his bag. He was facing the other way, which gave Lizzie full advantage to stare openly at him. He was so small. She had seen how small before, of course, but that had been from far away. Seeing him up close like this? Maybe Lizzie hadn’t realized quite how small, but the guy was tiny. He’d fit in the palm of her hand, no problem.

 She couldn’t help but overthink that, just a little. The fact that he could fit in her hand. She flexed her hand for good measure, still trying to wrap her head around the concept.

 It was then that she saw him start to turn around and Lizzie shut her eyes closed, trying her best to even out her breathing. There was a tense pause and Lizzie had to stop herself from opening her eyes to see if the tiny guy had noticed her looking. But the tenseness passed as the tiny guy spoke again.

 “I’ve never seen a human with pink hair before.” He mumbled to himself and Lizzie had to fight down a blush at the idea that he was admiring her. She almost wanted to touch her hair in response but she stopped herself.

 There was more silence, to the point where Lizzie had to figure he was gone now. She was just about to open her eyes when he suddenly spoke again. “Okay, Joel, you’re being a creep, stop staring at her…” He said, still quiet as ever but it rang loud in Lizzie’s ears. The blush was now fighting even harder to be on her face.

 Joel…his name was Joel.

 She just had to move her head further into the pillow, burying the side of her face into it in the hopes that it hid her expression. She also hoped she did it right, in a way that Joel would hopefully assume she was still asleep and just shifting for no reason in particular. 

 She heard a quiet sound, like an intake of breath, and then he spoke again, even quieter, which Lizzie hadn’t thought possible. But she heard it anyway. “Cute…”

 The blush finally bloomed on her face.

 He thought she was cute.

 He thought she was cute.

 “You think I’m cute?!” Lizzie blurted out, sitting up on her elbows and looking over at the nightstand. Though to her surprise, she didn’t see Joel there. Her eyes wandered down, only to realize he had since moved to stand on her bed. Though her sudden reaction had caused him to stumble and fall and he was currently looking up at her from his now fallen position. 

 The room was still dark but Lizzie’s eyes had since adjusted and having Joel so close, she could see his features much more clearly. He was definitely cute. She might even say handsome.

 He also looked really scared.

 Whoops.

 “Um, I mean…” Lizzie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, thinking up ways she could fix this. “I-I think you’re cute too.” The blush was still very prominent on her cheeks and despite his fear, Joel also seemed to be blushing. “Anyway, goodnight!” Lizzie said and then flipped herself over and buried her head into her pillow, trying to calm her beating heart.

 She hadn’t meant to blurt all that out like that but at least now she was giving him a chance to leave. Lizzie’s heart broke a little, knowing she would probably never see him again after this. She was pretty sure, whatever he was, that he didn’t really want to be seen by humans. So it only made sense.

 She expected him to leave, so when she heard his voice again she almost jumped. “Wha- you can’t just call me cute and pretend you didn’t see me!” Joel exclaimed and Lizzie froze, mind now fogged up with confusion. 

 She didn’t move, still staring at the wall as she answered him. “Oh…well, I just thought…I mean, you seemed scared.” Lizzie said quietly. “I’m sorry for scaring you. You can go, I won’t…I won’t tell anyone about you.”

 “You won’t…oh.” Joel said, quietly trailing off. Lizzie expected this to be the moment he left but he spoke up again. “It’s-It’s fine. You humans can’t really help it.” Joel said and it was like Lizzie could tell he was trying to put on some sort of fake bravado. Though even she could hear the slight shakiness to his voice.

 “Um, did you…mean what you said?” Joel asked and Lizzie tilted her head, but otherwise remained still.

 “Mean what?” Lizzie asked. She had said a lot of things in the past few minutes, though she had meant all of them.

 “That you think I’m cute.” Joel asked shyly. Lizzie could just picture the red dusting his cheeks and the image brought her own blush back.

 “I did, although…maybe handsome is the better word.” Lizzie said, bringing out her best flirting voice. 

 “Y-You can’t just say something like that!” Joel exclaimed and Lizzie shifted a bit as she giggled but remained focused on the wall in front of her.

 “Well, I don’t want to lie.” Lizzie said as her giggles died down. Only for them to start up again when she heard Joel let out a few sputters that didn’t translate to any sort of word. She was certainly glad he hadn’t left yet. Maybe she even had a chance… “Joel?”

 Silence followed her word and it was long enough to where Lizzie started to panic slightly that Joel had up and left. Had she said or done something wrong? But then, Joel spoke again. “H-How do you know my name?” He said, and Lizzie could tell it was supposed to be more demanding but it definitely came off more skittish. Lizzie hummed in realization.

 “Oh! Sorry, I overheard you talking to yourself earlier. And you said your name.” Lizzie’s explanation fell a bit flat at the end and she hunched in on herself a bit. “Um, I’m Lizzie! If that helps?”

 “Lizzie…” Her name on his lips was breathy, almost in awe, and it made Lizzie’s heart beat just a bit faster. “Um, what did you want to ask again?”

 “Huh?” Lizzie asked, not remembering what Joel was talking about. Still too lost in the way Joel said her name.

 “You know, when you first said my name?” Joel said and Lizzie thought about it before suddenly remembering.

 “Oh! Right, um…” Now Lizzie was feeling a bit nervous. “Is it okay if I turn back around?”

 “Turn…around?” Joel asked slowly, though Lizzie couldn’t tell how he was feeling about her request.

 “Yeah, I…I would like to see you again.” Lizzie said, fidgeting a bit with her blanket as she admitted that to Joel. She hoped and prayed that Joel would let her turn around but she would also understand if Joel said no. She would respect it if he did.

 But to her surprise, Joel said yes. “Um…yeah, that’s fine, I guess.” He didn’t sound super confident but Lizzie wasn’t going to let this chance slip from her fingers, so before Joel could change his mind, she carefully flipped herself over to her original position. Her eyes went wide once more as she laid eyes on Joel. He had stood up at some point, though he now had to crane his neck a bit more to look up at her. She lowered herself a bit, hoping it might help.

 “Hi.” She said simply, a small smile appearing on her face.

 Joel was tense, it wasn’t hard to see that. But Lizzie could see a small smile of his own tugging at his lips. “Hi.”

 Though her eyes had adjusted to the dark, she still wanted to get a better look at him. Her eyes flickered over to her bedside lamp but she figured she should ask about that first too. “Can I turn on the light?”

 “...Yeah.” Joel said and so Lizzie reached over and turned it on. She closed her eyes as the sudden light blinded her before squinting and blinking, trying to get her eyes used to it. Once her eyes no longer stung, she opened them fully and looked down again at Joel. To be fair, it was not much different than seeing him in the dark, but it still somehow awed Lizzie to be able to fully make out every tiny detail about Joel.

 He was wearing clothes that Lizzie could just make out the seams of, leading her to believe he must have made them himself. It was a simple pair of brown trousers and a white top, but both seemed to be made out of different patches of brown and white. He was also wearing a brown vest that went over his white shirt and seemed to be carrying a bag that wound around his shoulders.

 But the thing Lizzie really couldn’t take her eyes off of was his face. It was still a bit hard to make out but he definitely had brown eyes, eyes that hadn’t moved from looking at her since before she turned on the light. Her eyes moved to his hair, which was brown and a bit fluffed up but that wasn’t the most notable thing about it.

 “I’ve never seen someone with green hair before.” Lizzie said in awe, parroting what she had heard Joel say earlier. “It’s really cool.” She said as she carefully reached out. Her fingers grazed the top of Joel’s head, feeling the softness of his hair for just a moment before Joel tensed and let out a little yelp like noise. Lizzie’s eyes widened, realizing what she was doing, and quickly snapped her hand back. “Oh, sorry! Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

 Joel had backed up a few steps but he at least didn’t look like he was about to run, which Lizzie was thankful for. Joel was looking at her in sort of a strange way, his head tilted and eyes wide. Lizzie watched quietly as he slowly relaxed his body. “It’s okay.” He said and ran a hand through his hair. His hand then traveled down from the top of his head to cup at the back of his neck. “Um, your hair is…really pretty.”

 At this point Lizzie didn’t think the blush would ever leave her cheeks. She smiled and let out a little laugh, her hand subconsciously going to her hair and running her fingers through the long strands. “Thank you.” She had been complimented on her hair plenty of times before, pink really was an uncommon color for people to dye their hair as, but it felt different coming from Joel.

 She looked over at her clock, seeing that it was nearing midnight. She should really be getting back to sleep, she did have to work tomorrow after all, but she couldn’t bring herself to end this meeting of theirs. Not yet. She had so many questions and part of her was still wary that Joel would never come back once he left. If that was the case, she wanted to savor this meeting of theirs just a bit longer.

 Her eyes wandered back to him and she focused on how thin he seemed to be. From what she had gathered, he took things from her in order to survive. Including food. He probably didn’t get a lot to eat and Lizzie realized now was the chance for her to fix that.

 “I know it’s a bit late.” Lizzie spoke, trying to keep the shyness out of her voice. Why did she feel so nervous asking this? “But…I mean, if you want, I could make us something to eat. A little midnight snack. And we could talk more too. While we eat.”

 Joel was silent for a long moment, looking up at Lizzie with wide eyes. Lizzie was getting nervous at the lack of response and started taking her words back. “I mean, you don’t have to. If you want to leave you can, I won’t stop you.”

 Somehow, Joel’s eyes got even wider. “No!” He exclaimed, causing Lizzie to flinch a bit, having not expected it. Joel blinked and looked away, his cheeks flushed. “I-I mean, I…I think a midnight snack sounds like a great idea.” He said with a firm nod before meeting Lizzie’s eyes again. “I would…really like that.”

 Lizzie grinned and that little wary feeling in the back of her head went away. She was starting to think this was the start of something new. Something…special.

 “It’s a date then!”

[toointojoelmiller]

Joel Miller...

confiscatin'

wrong-way drivin'

stackin'

double datin'

processin' burn

[azure-trash]

Colour Wheel of my favourite music artists/ bands!! Starting from Red and going clockwise, we have-

Vinny and Mike from Red Vox as the colour Red

Danny Elfman of Oingo Boingo fame as the colour Orange

Neil Cicierega AKA Lemon Demon, featuring the Lemon Demon, as the colour Yellow

Utsu-P and Miku as the colour Green

Caparezza as the colour Light Blue

Joel and Frank from Scythelord as the colour Dark Blue

Will Wood as the colour Purple

John and John from They Might Be Giants as the colours Pink

[tiny-minecraft-rabbit]

Maybe Borrower Grian and Joel and then protective Jimmy?

(cw: dehumanization and villain Mean Gills)

Jimmy blinked at the creatures in the jar- no, not creatures. Those were tiny people. Those were people.

"Isn't it amazing, Tim?" Martyn asked, taking him by the arm and dragging him closer to the kitchen island.

Scott was sat in an island stool, leaning over the counter. His hands not quite touching the jar but hovering around it. He threw a smirk at Jimmy, "Cute, aren't they?"

Jimmy swallowed as he looked down at them, even closer now he could just make out their expressions. They were scared- or angry? 'Definitely weren't happy to be in the jar.

Martyn dropped himself in the seat next to Scott as he explained further, "We found them earlier today. I guess one of them slipped into the sink and the other was trying to get him out? I think they've been living in our walls."

Scott wrinkled his nose, "Kind of icky, don't you think? Like rats. Imagine if we had set out traps and one of them got caught in it, I wouldn't want to find a little squished person. Plain nasty."

"They- um- they look like they would know better than to step in a mousetrap," Jimmy replied, almost reaching for the jar. "We should probably set them outside now though, right? Obviously they have better places to be."

Scott scoffed, "And let them just wander back in to continue scavenging our cupboards?"

"Yeah, Tim, don't be stupid. We have a really big find here! Imagine what we could do with these two- at the very least I think we could make a few bucks selling them."

Jimmy blinked owlishly at Martyn, "Sell- Sell them? Are we looking at the same thing? Those are people! You can not be suggesting we just offer up two guys on Craigslist for a few bucks."

"I think "people" is a bit of a stretch, Jimmy," Scott said patiently- condescendingly, "They're more like mice or... dolls! Oh, that's a fun idea. You think I can keep one to make little outfits for?"

Martyn laughed at that, "Yeah, sure. I'm sure they'd love that."

Jimmy grit his teeth together, hands white-knuckled at this side. He stared down at the two guys in the jar. The two of them were doing the same thing, both staring up at him with expectation.

He took a deep breath, unclenched his hands, and chuckled along with Martyn. "Well, I guess that are kind of dollie-like, aren't they? They're barely half the size of my sister's Barbies."

Out of the corner his eye the two guys' expression fell.

They spent the rest of the night brainstorming what to do with them. Scott was going to keep one, for sure. Martyn was thinking of making a few short films with the other, maybe including the both of them sometimes, before selling his to whoever had the most interest once he made them famous. Jimmy nodded along for most of it, throwing out a few ideas for stories and agreeing with outfit ideas. He eventually ordered a pizza and got Scott and Martyn to step away from the kitchen to watch a movie. The three of them fell asleep on the couch.

Well Martyn and Scott fell asleep. Jimmy dozed a bit, shifting and moving around to make sure that when he got up, no one would get up with him. When he was sure that his friends maybe friends probably not friends were not going to wake up he made his way back to the kitchen.

The jar was exactly where they had- Well, no, the jar was several inches to the right of where they had left it. Closer to the edge of the counter. Not close enough, but Jimmy winced at the idea that they had been trying to scooch off the counter at all.

The two guys were both still awake when he approached, and they pressed themselves together and as far from him as they could. He certainly didn't blame them for that. He carefully plucked the jar off the counter and was out the front door.

He practically held his breath all the way to his car, setting the jar in the cupholder and pulling out of the driveway, barely remembering to put his seatbelt on as he did. He tried not to drive fast, he was tired and getting home quicker wasn't worth getting in a car wreck.

Once he was on the long road back he reached over and popped the hole-poked top of the jar. "I- I am so sorry for all of this," he said, shakily.

"Sorry for what, exactly?" One of them growled. It took a lot of resistance to not slam on the brakes, surprise and shame filling him to the brim that they actually spoke. It was the one with the dark hair, he thinks.

He knew they were people from the get-go. He knew they understood just from their reactions alone. He... hadn't known if they could speak. It made sense, but actually hearing him? Hearing that little voice that was so human? He couldn't believe he had even played along with Martyn and Scott for even a second. Ever considering these two as anything other than people seemed impossible to him.

He wet his mouth, his tongue feeling heavy and tacky, "I'm sorry Martyn and Scott ever found you. You two- The things they were saying. I- I can't believe I was ever friends with them."

"You were saying an awful lot too," the dark-haired one grumbled. Jimmy tried to keep his eyes on the road. There was a shout and then- "Don't bloody elbow me!"

"Shut up." That was the other one, with sandy hair. The new voice was quiet, he barely heard him.

Jimmy gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter, "I know. I'm sorry for that too. I didn't want them kicking me out. I- I'm heading back to my place right now, but- but is there someplace else you'd rather go? I don't- I don't think going back to Martyn and Scott's is on the table, but anywhere else-?"

"You're not planning on keeping us?" The sandy-haired one asked.

"Gosh no! No. You're blooming people. If I wasn't so scared of you getting tossed around the car I'd let you out right this minute. We'll be just another moment before we get back to my place. I'll let you go wherever you want, just say it and we'll be there."

There was a small hesitation as the little guy spoke, "Your place is.. fine."

Jimmy nodded, "Okay. Great. We'll figure it out there. I'm Jimmy, by the way."

"Grian."

"Joel."

"Nice to meet you fellas," Jimmy said.

He couldn't imagine he would be knowing them for long, but he was glad to have met them today.

[perchanceren]

“ a giant woman,,, “ and joel ig. 😐

[vivian-pascal]

Bloody mess ║part ii ║

the unknown stranger.

vampire!joel x f!reader

summary: When Joel caught you snooping around when he told you not too, he decides to show you a little secret of his.

warnings: threats, some description of Joel's body and face structure as non-human, mentions of sex, clit rubbing, dirty talk joel, slight tap to readers core, reader is a virgin, controlling behavior from Joel, dark!joel, degrading, pushing and shoving, knife use, lil bit of soft!joel, talks of masturbation, flashback to f!masturbating

warning: if you're not comfortable with these topics, don't read!!

"Where are you taking me?" You stutter as he pulls your arm harder. You yelp in pain as his other hand grips tighter. His sharp nails digging into your fragile frame as he pulls and shoves you up the stairs.

"Since you never listened, I have to teach you how." Your face goes into a confused frown as you get to the top of the stairs. You try to release your arm from his grasp but it's no use. He laughs at your failed attempt and leads you too his room.

He opens the door and pulls you inside. You marvel at the decoration in his room. You've never seen anything more fantasy like in your entire life. He shoves you onto his bed and looks down at you. You notice that his room has no light whatsoever, just little candles lit around the room.

"Now, darlin'. I need you to stay here for just a moment, if you move, i'll know." He stares deep into your soul and for a moment you see his eyes flicker red. You nod with a confused look as he quickly hustles out of the room.

You take this moment to look at where you are exactly. His curtains are drawn just like in your room, he only has pale sheets on his bed. He has a wine glass that's completely empty on his side stand and a single candle lit.

The door opens and you know he's back. You look in the direction of the noise and sure enough he's there. Walking towards you with a smirky grin on his face. He comes up close to your face and grips your chin. He yanks your face upwards and stairs at your pulse points.

"W-What are you doing?" You grit through your teeth as he pulls your chin back into place. "Oh nothing." He smiles darkly and stands up before you. He stares down at you and scoffs. "Pathetic." He grumbles as he walks away and heads for his dresser.

He takes something out of the drawer and you see something sharp. Your face contorts into fear as you realize it's a knife. "Don't, please." He looks over at you from where he's standing and frowns.

He carries the knife too you and puts it under your chin. "What? You're scared of this little thing?" He scrapes it against your delicate skin and you squint your eyes closed. You teeth chatter in fear as shivers run down your body.

He chuckles at your state and takes the knife from your skin as he inspects it. "Tsk tsk, such a sweet thing you are." You watch him closely as he turns the knife side to side, watching the blade sparkle in the candle lit room.

He takes a deep breath then walks around the bedside and looks out the window. "You know, I don't think I've had a precious little thing like you here in years." Your breath hitches in fear, what does he mean?

He turns back around and is sat next to you within seconds. "How did you-" He grabs your chin and forces it towards his face. "We don't ask questions sweetheart." He grins and holds the knife to your neck once more.

You heart pounds against your chest with how close he is. You feel a tingly sensation in your lower stomach just begging for something. For him.

Something about him and his aggression towards you, makes you get butterflies in your stomach. You don't know why you have this feeling because of how utterly rude and humiliating he is with you but you like it.

He smirks at your shocked state and picks his knife from your neck. He throws it across the room and grabs onto your arm. You hesitate to pull back but then you remember the knife and what he told you earlier, don't resist.

He lies you back against his bed as he lies down next to you. He turns over and looks at you. His hand slowly makes its way to your thigh as he massages it.

You gasp in shock at what he's doing, but you enjoy it. He notices your shift and gradually maneuvers his hand to your waist. "J-Joel." You say with a hint of fear as he pulls down the waistband of your pants.

You look over and into his eyes. "What are you doing t'me?" He notices your slight hesitation and smiles down at you. His hands reaches over and cups your cheek. Why is he being so nice?

"M'just showing ya something that'll make you wanna be closer t'me, you know? I mean, you have to be comfortable with living here with me somehow right?" The words repeat in your head, surely your not going to be here forever. You nod your head slowly as his hand continues down.

Your hand reaches up and you look at him with fear as he reaches into your underwear. "I-I've never been touched there before by someone." Your breath hitches in your throat as his movements stop completely.

He looks at where his hand is currently sat and then too you. He stares at you for a moment before he smiles. Something in the way his eyes sparkle with darkness and lust, makes you feel that tingly feeling again.

"That's alright sweetheart, you'll enjoy it, I promise." He winks at you before his hand buries deeper into your panties. His hand reaches your core and puts a little pressure on your clit. You gasp at the contact.

You've had sex ed before in the QZ, they taught you the basic things like how babies are born and how to protect yourselves, but they never really taught you anything about someone else making you feel good. You recently found out about masturbation from a friend in Jackson.

She was about 10 years older than you so she was quite experienced before the outbreak, she taught you all the female parts and things. You had already known some but you didn't realize what they produced in a woman.

You tried to masturbate that night after she told you what to do, you hadn't really felt anything and then you did. The sensation was overwhelming and new, you've never felt anything more enjoyable.

You look back at Joel as he slowly massages your clit. Rubbing it in slow circles while bringing one of his fingers over you're hole. "You ever had somethin' in here?" He taps your entrance and you shake your head.

His eyes widen in lust as he groans. You moan when his fingers begin to speed up their movements on your clit. Rubbing faster and harder as you shakes and squirm from the sensation.

"There ya go baby girl." That nickname. You've never heard anything so beautiful yet dirty. He sends you over the edge with a small tap to your pussy. You wail out at the feeling. Your vision goes blank as he continues to rub over you in shallow movements.

You watch as he removes his fingers from your pants and sticks it into his mouth and groans at the taste. You've never seen anything more unusual than the man before you.

"You alright sugar?" He soothes your cheek with his thumb as you nod your head. He smirks as he gets up from the bed and begins to walk to the door. He wipes his hand with a cloth that was sat on your dresser near the door and the turns to you.

You rest your elbows up behind you to see him better. "Where are you doing?"

He looks at you and smiles. "To leave you be for now, let some thoughts sink into your head yeah?" You nod and look down at your feet.

He opens the door and begins to walk out. "Wait." He stops in his tracks as he turns and looks at you. "Thank you for that." You stutter as your face turns a shade of pink. He smirks and chuckles.

"I think there'll be more you'll be thankin me for darlin'." He gives you a wink and shuts the door.

What does he mean by that?

tags!!

@guelyury @livingonthehems @ursagittariusgirlfriend @iamsherloocked @heartpascalispunk

@kotourasan123@brittmb115 @littlevenicebitch69 @sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts

@morallyinept @magpiepills @javierpenaispunk @rav3n-pascal22 @yorksgirl

@itsokbbygrl @mountainsandmayhem

[baka-monarch]

Heeeyyyy I'm doing voretober this year!!! (Or at least I'm gonna try to) and here's the first one!

Ao3 link

Space

Gem had a meeting. She had a deal with this guy who wanted to hire her for some bounty work. It was supposed to pay well, but he was sketchy and she wasn't sure if she trusted him- especially with where he asked to meet.

Chrysos was a gambling moon, once a wasteland turned into miles of casinos, bars, and other things made for either getting rich, wasted, or both. Everywhere felt sketchy as she walked through the streets of one of the cheaper towns- Taboonan. She was heading to a bar in a small alley, her trusty trident on her back and at the ready. Anything could happen, and for all she knew this deal was actually an ambush.

Gem took a breath through her gills before she entered the building, going straight for the bar as she kept her head low. She ordered a drink, just some water with some small fish to snack on as she waited. There weren't many people here, only a few at a table laughing and a couple in a corner whispering to each other, otherwise it was just her and the bartender. She noted that she was one of the larger species here, the only other of her stature being the bartender and his scales were reptilian, differing from her blue and orange ones meant for the water. Otherwise majority of the other patrons were furry, not much of a surprise since most fishfolk like her didn't get off planet much- it wasn't like everyone with gills could breath air.

Gem was taking a sip as she thought, chewing and swallowing a minnow as someone sat by her. A Gordon, another reptile but this one she knew from when he'd contacted her and her crew. She nodded to him and he smiled.

“Well it's good to see you showed up.” The naga spoke and Gem rolled her eyes.

“Of course I did, I don't go back on things.” Gem let out a huff and crossed her arms. She was a reputable bounty hunter after all.

He raised his hands in surrender, “Of course of course.” He nodded then motioned for the bartender, “I see you already got started on a drink, but lemme get you something from the area before we talk business.” He turned to the other reptile, “Two terran shots please.” Gem raised a brow as the bartender hurried through a door.

“So, while we wait, mind giving me those classified details?” She sipped on her water, there was only one fish left, swimming at the bottom.

The naga nodded, “Of course.” He smiled to her as if he was relaxed- he was still a foot shorter than her and definitely more skinny, it was obvious he'd be at the disadvantage if anything went wrong. “There's this guy calls himself X or whatever- he's in charge of this company that builds ships, lots of planning- well my employer would be very happy if they were to hear he just y'know… befell a deadly accident.” Gem knew who the naga was talking about, Xisuma. She'd done a few jobs from him before and he was always more than happy to fix her ship and help her crew out- she already knew she wouldn't take the deal, but was careful to control her face. She needed to know of this employer.

Gem opened her mouth to ask more, but as she did the bartender returned, setting two shot glasses in front of the two. “Thanks.” The naga nodded and slid a credit over- Gem wasn't paying attention though as she looked at the small glasses. They looked different than normal shots, lidded and void of any alcohol- but that wasn't the part she was focused on. Inside each was one tiny person, cramped and struggling to push the lid off. They didn't look like any alien she knew, but she could hear them talking, panicking about how to get out. The one in front of her hit on the side of their glass, their hair brown with green streaks and stubble- and she could tell he was shorter than the other.

Gem felt pale, this definition wasn't legal, for a multitude of reasons. “Sooooo….” She licked her dry lips, forcing herself to keep up the facade, needing the name of that employer. “What are these little guys?” She smiled playfully as she picked up the shot, the tiny person yelping as he got shaken around. She felt guilty, but if she could get through this she could get him out of here.

The naga smiled and picked up his own shot, “Humans,” He answered as he gave the glass a shake, the one in his hitting the sides a painful amount of times. “They're from that Earth planet, y'know the one with low oxygen mak'n everything tiny.” She held back a frown as the naga teased his human by licking the glass. “Taste pretty good apparently, and feel even better going down~”

“I see…” Was all Gem could mutter out as she looked down at her tiny human. He was glaring at her and held up a middle finger as soon as he noticed her staring- she snorted, yeah that was fair.

“You got a feisty one I see, those are always the best.” She looked back at the naga as he pulled the lid off his glass. She wanted to snatch it away from him as the human tried to climb out- but they weren't fast enough as he threw them back and swallowed almost immediately. “Aaahh…” He sighed and rubbed as the wiggling lump that soon disappeared into him. “Trust me, you'll love it~”

“I’m sure I will.” Gem forced a smile as she continued just holding her glass, avoiding eating the human if she could. “So about that employer-” She started, trying to get on topic.

“Lady, I don't like talking business until my associates join me, so c’mon try the little fella then I'll give the other details.” He smiled and something in Gem boiled. It was like he knew she was avoiding it.

“And I don't like taking jobs unless I know who I'm working for.” She growled, trying to intimidate the other- it didn't work as he smiled and shrugged.

“Guess we'll hire someone else then.” And that's exactly what she was afraid of- if she didn't know the name of this guy then they'd just hire someone else to kill X. The naga started to stand and she panicked.

“Well if a shot's all it takes to get the job.” Gem forced a sly smile, glad when the naga sat back down. She looked down at the human who'd pushed himself against the back of the glass, looking up at her nervously. She took a breath through her gills to stay calm as she started pulling the lid off.

●●●

Joel looked up at the alien fearfully but was trying desperately to hide it as her giant claws and webbed hand pulled the top off of the massive glass he was in. He didn't waste any time though, he'd spent too long watching these giant aliens and knowing they planned to eat him, as soon as the lid was off he pulled himself out and jumped off the alien's scales hand. He didn't get far though as he heard her make a shocked sound from above and soon another scales hand was in front of him and snatching him up.

“NO-” Joel squirmed and pushed at the hand around him, but it didn't budge at all as he felt it move. Soon light returned as the hand opened and he found himself closer to her mouth, staring into her green eyes. She looked different than most aliens that came, she had blue scales for starters, and no nose, orange fins that looked similar to hair and ears- and the thing he noticed most though, was her mouth full of very very sharp teeth. “Just put me down-” He shouted out, kicking errands fingers desperately.

In response though what he got was the alien opening her mouth, her tongue poking out as her hand moved closer. He tried to kick her mouth to get away but it didn't do much as he got thrown in, landing on the back of her tongue in a heap. Joel pushed himself up quickly and hurried back towards the front of her mouth, slipping and stumbling, but it made no difference as the opening soon closed and he was left in darkness. He took some deep breaths, trying to stay calm… until the tongue under him moved and he was suddenly squished into the top of the mouth. He groaned and squirmed, pushing down on the tongue but it only started moving him around and covering him in saliva. He felt gross as he tried to scoot forward- but soon the tongue started pushing him back and he felt the sucking before he heard it.

Gulk.

The alien swallowed and Joel yelled out as he got sucked down into her throat. It was tight and slimey, squishing and pulling him down at a constant rate until soon enough he was forced through a tight spot before falling into a larger area. Joel gasped and pushed himself up as soon as he landed and ran over to the wall, pushing and hitting at it. “Let me out blummin asshole!” He yelled, trying to hide his fear but his high pitch gave things away. He kept kicking and hitting at the fleshy, groaning wall, hoping to give the alien a stomach ache- instead the wall pressed in as she belched above him.

“Oh excuse me.” He heard the alien say and felt the stomach vibrate with her voice. “So about that employer-” There was more talking after that but he didn't pay any attention. He was trapped, going to be digested by some giant alien monster and there was nothing he could do.

Joel sat down and curled up. Maybe it'd be fast at least…

●●●

Gem felt sick as she walked out of the bar, having learned what she needed but having traumatized a human in the process. At least she had a storage stomach so he was safe, but he didn't know that… She sighed through her gills. She knew the employer, evil X, and now she could get the human home. That's what mattered.

She rubbed her belly and looked down as she walked through the streets back to where her ship and crew were waiting. “You doing okay in there?” She said quietly.

Things were silent for a while before the little guy answered, “What do you think.” He practically snarled back and Gem frowned.

“Sorry, I wasn't sure what else to do.” Her main stomach gurgled and she felt the human jump. She bit her lip, feeling guilty, “Don't worry you're safe in there-”

“Blummin Hell am I safe! I'm in you're fuckin’ stomach!” The human growled.

“No no no-” Gem hurried to say, “Not my main one. That one doesn't digest anything, perfectly safe!”

The human scoffed, “And why should I believe you?”

“Well- are you burning at all? In agony? Dead?” The human was quiet for a moment.

“No….” He answered quietly.

“Exactly.” She smiled, “You can trust me little guy and as soon as we're on my ship I'll spit ya up and Impulse can figure out how to get you home.”

“Impulse?”

“Yeah he's part of my crew- or team, we work together on bounties and stuff. Trust me you'll love em!” Gem's smile grew and she started walking a bit quicker to get back.

The human sighed, “Fine, as long as nobody else eats me.”

“I promise they won't!”

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

MST3K 406 | Attack of the Giant Leeches | 1992

[mst3kgifs]

Look at him run, the stupid jerk. Traitor, you get back here!