#the raider maybe?

[vault81]

Also, just had an idea that more ww1 style prosthetics appear in the post-war wasteland since plastic surgery is going to be much more of a luxury found in bigger settlements like diamond city rather than the average farming community, half of your face gets blown off in a raider attack? Well let's just put this metal/ceramic plate over it and paint it to be flesh toned, can really see raider's heavily using this (maybe ghouls as well?)

[redbean-nom]

some designs for tusken era boba :)

unarmored/pre krayt hunt armored/post krayt hunt

alternative lighting style and flat colors

[tuskenraidermemes]

Happy new year everyone

[pettyprocrastination]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He became a smuggler because of it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All he can do is nod. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“One.” 

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

“Two”

Wait. No, they both do.

“Three.” 

Twins. Jesus fucking Christ you had twins. 

“Four.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Joel!” “Just do it, alright?”

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

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

[toxicanonymity]

what if joel found some old ass expired makeup and brought it back for sweet pea <3

magazine & makeup

raider!Joel x f!reader, raider master list

maybe you're flipping through an old magazine looking at women in makeup and jewelry and getting a little sad or wistful that you can't even put it on occasionally or can't know what you'd look like in some of it 🥺 he asks what's wrong and you say sometimes you wish you could look pretty and he's genuinely confused because, "you're pretty all the time, sweet pea." And you shake your head no, not because you don't believe it but because he doesn't get it, and he says "the hell ya talkin' about, you're always pretty," like almost annoyed. "C'mere." Urgently undresses you. Kisses and sucks your tits and neck and starts marking you, giving you something prettier than makeup to wear before eating you out within an inch of your life then taking you to pound town. later he sees pieces of the magazine you've torn out like shades of lipstick you might like and he gets it. Then when you're at a house together, he finds a lipstick and brings it out and tosses it to you casually the way he tosses ellie the deodorant in canon at bill and Frank's house.

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[andrevasims]

Doc Wither, Ash Soot, Rascal Roach, Clumsy Skins

[ecoterrorist-katara]

If Toph and Suki had been there for The Southern Raiders, it would’ve turned into a girls’ trip where they sink the entire fleet while Zuko cries “no don’t drown them all” in the background

[blunt-hound]

Personally, I think Lara Croft should've been an old, buff, rugged woman covered in scars. She's literally been dodging death since the 90s. She would not be wearing a pushup bra and still looking like she's in her 20s.

This is targeted at her DBD model btw.

[fugeoni666]

See you, Space Raider

Thank you so much @schrissdd for giving me the honor to do your request, I'm very happy to hear that you enjoy my Cole Cassidy, so I attempt to try to draw his Space Raider skin, I hope you like it 🥺❤️, you are amazing and inspirational, I wish you all the best ✨️✨️✨️

[emlovessid]

@jegulus-microfic october 12, tomb, 140 words

“Fuck off.”

His voice echoes around the tomb, his eyes stuck on where Regulus is sitting, legs crossed and feet resting on top of a goddamn treasure chest.

“James, what a pleasant surprise. I was wondering when you’d join me.”

It’s been like this for years. Both of them vying after the same artefacts, searching for the same ruins. It should be frustrating that all of his hard work is nearly always trumped by Regulus, but though he’s loath to admit it, this race with Regulus almost has him more captivated than the treasure hunting itself.

“Not that I’m not thrilled to see you,” A lie. “But why didn’t you just take the loot and go?”

“I wanted to see your face when you realised that I’d beat you to it.”

“A kiss for my troubles, then?”

“Keep dreaming, sweetheart.”

[engagemythrusters]

what i like about the din djarin/tusken comradery is that they come from cultures where showing faces is taboo. and they respect each other greatly. and also i do believe din djarin has hearing loss so the signed language is helpful. also the fact that din djarin decided to learn their spoken language too... despite the havoc that's gotta cause his vocal folds. and they are all proud warrior peoples. And they don't show skin.

idk this is so basic of an analysis and i put 0 thought into it but i do just. i enjoy it. mandalorians and their tusken besties <3

[imwritesometimes]

finding out Stella's Tomb Raider site is still up and running is like running into your beloved middle school BFF that you lost touch with 20+ years ago

[gardening--tools]

If you are tasked with building a functioning community from scratch within the burnt-out husk of a pre-war suburb, and your only help is the last surviving member of an extinct civilian militia, a very angry woman mourning the loss of her son and either channeling that grief into (and only into) tending to wild gourds or lashing out at whoever happens to be closest, her husband who—also mourning his son—hasn't gotten out of bed since you all arrived, a seventy year old woman with a drug habit who speaks in cryptic riddles, a disabled member of the aforementioned civilian army who just woke up from a coma, a robot butler, a young woman who is mostly helpful but will sometimes stop and stare unresponsive into the middle distance for an unpredictable amount of time and will also sometimes disappear for the whole day (though she will often bring back something useful if she does), and a dog who you're pretty sure can speak English; and you're an escaped Institute synth with no experience in community planning or management, you might be named Sturges.

[sunstonespark]

making a blorb sheet is like.. literally the most self indulgent thing and uhm here it is uwu

[xannerz]

i forgot how hard it is to get his features right (🔥🎨🎪🔥) but here’s an attempt at younger quirin

[toxicanonymity]

Toxic what do you think raider!joel would do if he saw sweet pea in a lingerie set? Like say during a scout or something she secretly found it and thought it was pretty and wanted to surprise him one night? Like it’s somehow held up over time fairly well.

Feel like he’d go feral. (Please excuse my smutty as all hell gif I found - I couldn’t resist, javi reminds me of raider!Joel sometimes)

Hhhhhh ty for this thot and image 🥵🥵 I agree, I think he would hardly be able to control himself.

I also couldn't help but think, hypothetically, what if she got the set by being bad? Like convincing Carter it was fine to take her to the mall 🤭 kind of like speakeasy (where joel is initially 🤨) but with raider you might need to be straightened out a bit. And if his possessiveness got triggered, uh oh.