#tlou 2 wip

[ellabswilliamson]

You guys won't BELIEVE the wip im cooking up rn

Ellie and Abby are arguing over something stupid (like who's the most traumatized or who's the most awesome or some shit), Dina is a mildly concerned but mostly neutral observer of the chaos, and Jesse is playing crossword puzzles and trying to ignore Dumb and Dumber.

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[wicked--loving--lies]

A quick, sketchy Dina, may or may not finish later

[vertiska]

Ellie sketch

[guacemolyarts]

wip wip ellabs chip

credit if u repost pls!

[ladygrit]

wips of girls being meanies 💗

[lanietadelatierra]

What lies behind the twilight

The following story is explicit, 18+ MDNI. So discretion is advised.

It was a cloudy autumn day. The old Joel Miller, around 56 years old, was digging a hole in the backyard of his house in Jackson. The sun was setting, and he had to finish quickly before it got dark. His arms strained with effort, muscles standing out beneath the sleeves of his shirt.

The sound of birds singing and the whisper of tree branches swaying in the breeze filled the air. His young wife, seven months pregnant, stood beside him, watching him closely while holding a glass of water in case he wanted to drink.

Joel set the shovel aside and, with his hands, dragged the lifeless body of a young woman into the hole. The last thing his wife saw was the dark strands of the girl's hair blending with the damp, grainy earth before disappearing beneath the foundation. She was used to her husband's "work," so nothing surprised her.

When he finished, the young woman handed him the glass of water, and Joel took a sip.

"Ah'ma go fix up some supper," she said.

"What’cha makin’ tonight, darlin’?"

"Oven-roasted meat with vegetables."

"Mmm, now that sounds mighty fine."

She took the glass back and stepped inside the house, getting to work on the meal. From one of the kitchen drawers, she pulled out a sharp knife and began slicing the meat. Up and down, the metal blade glided, cutting through the juicy, fibrous texture. The sound of steel tearing flesh echoed softly. Her precise movements made it clear she knew her way around a kitchen, her gestures blending with her thoughts.

A few hours earlier…

She was in Joel’s truck, riding down the highway. He was driving. The young woman rested a hand on her swollen belly, which pressed against the denim of her jacket.

They saw a girl hitchhiking by the side of the road, waiting for someone to pick her up. Joel glanced at his wife with a wicked smirk before slowing down.

The girl stepped up to the passenger-side window, which was cracked open.

"Howdy! I’m headin’ to downtown Jackson. Y’all think ya could gimme a ride?"

"Yeah, sure," Joel answered.

The girl smiled and climbed into the back seat. Joel restarted the engine. Silence settled inside the truck, broken only by the low hum of country music on the radio.

A few miles down the road, still surrounded by endless fields of corn, Joel pulled over.

His young wife watched through the rearview mirror. In the back seat, the man lunged at the girl, his hands clamping down around her throat. She thrashed, arms and legs flailing wildly, trying to break free. But Joel held firm. The young wife observed it all like it was just another movie playing before her eyes. There was no shock on her face—only a quiet, unsettling calm.

When the girl finally went limp, Joel turned his gaze to his wife.

"Hand me that rope."

Without hesitation, she passed it to him. He tied the girl’s hands in front of her chest, then bound her feet—just like he always did. Could never be too careful in case she woke up.

He climbed into the front seat, leaving her in the back, and hit the gas, driving home at a quicker pace now.

When they arrived, Joel set the girl down on the living room couch, still unconscious, her hands and feet bound tight. Then, without rush, he went to fetch a knife. The very same knife that, at that moment, was slicing through the meat for dinner.

Just as he returned, the girl’s eyes fluttered open. It took her a moment to grasp where she was, but when it hit her, sheer terror twisted her face. And then, she started screaming.

"Shut yer damn mouth!" Joel barked.

His wife stood beside him, watching the scene unfold, her face unreadable.

"Please, let me go! Oh God, please let me go!" the girl begged, her voice shaking with fear. Joel didn’t answer.

Joel pulled down her jeans and yanked down her panties. Without wasting a moment, he unbuttoned his own jeans and, even with her feet still bound, lifted her legs, placing his hands under her thighs. Kneeling on the couch, he penetrated her quickly and forcefully. The girl let out a scream. It hurt her. It was clear it was her first time. His wife, holding a knife in her hand, watched his rapid, relentless movements as he raped her, and saw how the girl cried and screamed from what he was doing. But Joel had no mercy. He was rough, much bigger than her, and took pleasure in what he inflicted. Her suffering fueled his enjoyment. He was panting, moaning, thrusting hard and fast inside her, reaching his limit.

Once he’d filled her with his cum, he pulled out of her roughly.

"Hand me the knife," he drawled.

His wife passed him the knife. The girl stared at the ceiling, exhausted, her eyes watery but with no more tears left to shed, breathless, sore, and drenched in sweat. Her crotch was stained with blood from her torn hymen.

"No… please…" she whimpered in a weak voice as she saw Joel approaching with the knife. He paid her no mind and, grabbing her hair hard, started stabbing her in the belly. The blade plunged in with a sickening squelch, and blood erupted from the wounds—dark red and thick, spilling out in heavy spurts with each thrust of the knife. It soaked through her torn clothing, pooling beneath her on the couch, its metallic scent mixing with the air as it trickled down her sides in warm, sticky rivulets. She screamed in horror and agony, her voice breaking as the crimson tide stained her skin and spread outward, a vivid mark of her unraveling life. His wife watched, her face blank, eerily devoid of feeling.

[callmelittlebuttercup]

Hi silly and insane people like me!!! I am back to writing because I need something to help me procrastinate for my thesis so here are some WIPs I have coming up:

LOLLIPOP - Oneshot

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel gets so annoyed at you for not listening to him when he’s teaching you something that he physically pulls the lollipop out of your mouth and replaces it with something else.

Excerpt: “Stop suckin’ on that thing so loud, m’tryna tell you somethin’.” Joel growled as he snatched the delicious ball of sugar from your mouth with a loud pop. “Hey! Give it back you asshole! That’s the first candy I’ve had in years.” You push yourself against his chest and reach past him to grab at the lollipop in his hand, but he moves it even farther away from you. You stop moving and stare into his dark eyes, “Give it back.” He stares back at you just as intensely, “Or what?”

Rating: 18+ MDNI

HIGH HORSE - Oneshot (potential series?)

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x f!reader

Summary: You’re Maria’s best friend who meets Joel when he comes to Jackson. After a few years of you two working patrols together, Joel asks why you never ride your own horse. You painfully admit to him that you’ve never learned. He offers (more like insists) that he teaches you, but what you don’t realize is that his underlying motive was just to spend more time alone with you.

Excerpt: coming soon!

Rating: Fluff!

Super excited to get these works out as I’ve missed writing!! I also take requests and I will gladly add you to my tag list if you message me or comment! TTY soon ❤️

[lucylucius]

🌿🪓

[hypn0cryptid]

making winter soldier themed stickers for my phone case! i am in desperate need for more ideas (mainly winter soldier centric but cap america is ok too)

(my previous cases!) tlou and dbh are a couple of my fav games

[meganegatari]

feelin a little silly and generous

have a teensy sneak peek (having fun writing this, gotta get on that grind to finish it sooooon)

[sead0ggg]

abby :]

officially done w the underpaintings for these three! dw she won’t be green when she’s done lol

[zombinx]

ELLIE WIP!!! she makes me violently upset

[myownwholewildworld]

wip wednesday

thank you for the tag you lovely odi @joelmillerisapunk 💖

sharing a couple of snippets from my nasty Boston QZ!Joel oneshot and lovely Marcus from Per aspera ad astra ☺️ enjoy! x

(still) untitled Boston QZ!Joel oneshot:

warnings: 18+, mdni. noncon. “Where are ya?” he mumbled, lightly poking at the cabinet’s door with the tip of his boot, dragging out the moment. Joel heard you whimper, a hummed bleat that ignited the fire in his groin. Not being able to resist the call of your cries any longer, he crouched down and swung the doors open.

Your teary, widened eyes greeted him, just as if he had arrived at the gates of his own personal heaven. You were tucked away, your back pressing onto the melamine sheet, as you cowered into the corner. “Hi there, sugar,” he grinned, head tilted. As soon as his strong, broad hand wrapped around one of your ankles, you started kicking and screaming, his cock twitching in response. Careful not to be in the receiving end of your strikes, he pulled you out while you put up an admirable fight. You clawed at whatever you could find, all the grisly plushies and toys spilling out of the cabinet. “No! Let me go! STOP!” you yelled, a messy tangle of limbs kicking everywhere to free yourself from his grasp. With your belly flat on the tiled floor, Joel yanked at your ponytail until your back arched uncomfortably, his lips trailing your jugular as he straddled the back of your waist. “Yeah, fight back, kitten,” he grumbled in your ear, releasing his purchase on your hair.

drabble from the "Per aspera ad astra" universe:

warnings: grief. angst. mentions of death. “Did you offer your condolences to General Acacius, filia mea (my daughter)?” Your father’s question broke the trance you had sunk into, the bronze spoon falling from your trembling fingers onto the porcelain plate set in front of you. Leaning back, you looked at your father as if he had spoken a different language. Surely you misheard him — your mind still numb with grief, unable to process anything since you received the news of your husband’s demise. It had been three days and the gaping hole in your heart had only gotten bigger. Like an umbra lurking in the shadows, you had stayed in your shared bedroom, crying your sorrow onto Resius’ breastplate, hugging the last piece of him you would ever hold. You grieved for your love but also for the life you would never spend with him, for all those precious moments that would remain in your memory as what if’s gnawing at the confines of your mind. But now, right now, your pain lessened for a second, your brain focusing on something else. “What do you mean, Caesar?” you whispered, voice cracking in the last inflexion. The Emperor eyed you from across the dining table, silence lingering and stretching in the space between you. Your heartbeat picked up its pace, the wait almost forcing you up to stand on your feet. “General Acacius lost his heir at the battle of Sarmizegetusa. He has asked to return to Dacia to retrieve the body of his son and bring him back home for proper burial,” he explained with caution, watching your every expression.

not sure who to tag right now so if you see this, please consider yourself tagged!! 🤗

[thisfckinart]

Wip of singer Ellie au

Commissions open! DM me or use the link in bio

[guacemolyarts]

abby wip 😚

[cinmonpunch]

Ellie’d totally got banned from all Jackson fairs.