#and let’s just say that uuuuhhh

[marginal-notes]

Not really spoilers since this was a dynamic that was already present in the earlier parts of “no such thing as heaven,” but at the rate these chapters in “little vision” are going, I might end up needing to tag Lu Ten as a character. Despite the guy being dead the whole time and only coming up in memories.

Like, sure, there’s barely any basis for what his relationship might have been like with Zuko in canon, but in the “no heaven” verse the cousins had a decently close bond. Zuko didn’t have many male figures to look up to as a kid, with Iroh preoccupied with being crown prince and the Dragon of the West and Ozai being… Ozai, so he latched onto his older cousin who treated him fairly when few people did. Especially since Zuko also had so much trouble forming friends on his own too.

Then Lu Ten dies, Ozai seizes the throne, and Zuko’s suddenly flung into the position of crown prince before he has time to process all these changes. Iroh tries to reach out during all the chaos, but he’s still weighed down by grief and mired in the royal politics. And as much as Ozai holds little regard for his son, he’s absolutely not going to allow his brother to undermine his rule by proxy of Zuko.

Then the Agni Kai happens. And the banishment.

In Zuko’s mind, his father threw him away to die. His mother had long disappeared. His uncle was either powerless or didn’t care to try finding him. All these adults kept failing him, and his journey trying to survive in the Earth Kingdom and deal with the spirits’ trickery only further damages his ability to trust authority. Instead, he makes due with the version of Lu Ten he remembers.

It’s a version, though. There are plenty of other facets to Lu Ten that the other Fire Nation characters saw that Zuko was never aware of.

So, yeah, tl;dr: Lu Ten keeps coming up and I have a lot of thoughts about this character that’s basically a vessel for whatever the hell I want to express through him.

#no such thing as heaven #more Navi rambling thoughts on my phone #Zuko really admires his cousin #and let’s just say that uuuuhhh #that was kind of purposefully encouraged #also still highly relevant to the series #that no heaven Zuko doesn’t have nearly as close a bond with Iroh versus in canon #they didn’t spend three years on a creaky old ship together

[nisuna]

Dubcon? Reader is blindfolded and restrained to a bed and the only way they’ll be released is if they can guess which one of the anemo boys tongues is eating them out (anemo boys take turns eating reader out) ☺️

Uuuuhhh yaay a Genshin one >×<

Anemo boys have my heart especially (my C3😏) Kazuha 🥰

Thank you for your take!!<3

~short drabble~

You didn't know why you agreed to this. Who would let themselves get blindfolded and bound to bed with the task of guessing who was eating them out. Uh, you of course! (And Kazuha sweet talking you into it. Darn him.)

Venti was first and he did surprisingly well, but he was an old Archon after all, so he must've gotten it back in the day, right! He started off slow, easing his fingers into you and kitten-licking your clit. After a while he sped up and switched to sucking and slightly nipping on your clit. Surprise, surprise he made you cum on his face in record time.

Mext was Scara, oh no. He'd definitely be mean. Making you look at him between your legs while he kept avoiding your clit completely and only finger fucking you. "Keep them spread like that or you won't be cumming tonight." Oh, and of course he'd edge you. The sadist in him stayed even though he changed his identity. He'd blow on your core making you clench around nothing making you whine and calling you pathetic afterwards. :( He was kind enough to let you cum in the end, but with a lot of begging and namecalling involved.

Kazuha was a heavenly sent aber the last one. He was kind and kept talking you through it asking if you felt good and praising you for taking his finger so well. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, making your back arch from the bed and your toes curl. He put your legs over his shoulders, alternating between nipping at your soft thighs and your throbbing clit. You never wanted this to end to say the least. On top of making you feel so good his touch made you all fuzzy inside, caging his face between your legs and slightly rutting your hips against his tongue. And this angel let you do it! You were in pure bliss as soon as he made you cream all over his fingers and tongue. He even cleaned you with his tongue almost pushing you over the edge again. But there was still more cum!

Next was Heizou. He was definitely a little tease, but not as bad as Scara. He knew how to work you open alternating between sinking his fingers in your wet heat and and occasionally dipping his tongue in, making sure to pay attention to your clit at all times. Either with his fingers or tongue. He read somewhere about writing the alphabet with your tongue while eating someone out, because it made the pattern random. God did that work. He kept spelling different words with his tongue against your clit making you squirm, only for him to put his arm around your tummy to stop you from running away. He definitely made you cum hard.

"Here, you can hold onto my hair." Oh Xiao. Behind his stoic exterior he was defintely very shy not exactly knowing what to do. But he gained some confidence after watching the other guys attentively. So he basically made out with your cunt slurping loudly trying to fit in as many fingers as possible. Making you gasp and almost lose your breath. He felt a bit clumsy but when he heard you call his name and pull on his hair he went Conqueror of Demons mode, folding you in half and almost eating you alive. Your tiny mewls spurring him on and making you cum so suddenly it knocked the air out of you. Suffice to say he did a good job for his alleged first time.

Bonus Aether. Definitely not as experienced and very shy so he just made you ride his face and do your own thing. It was a nice change and stark contrast to the other guys.

So how's your score looking did you manage to guess everyone? Yes and No. You were too fucked out to form a coherent sentence and almost missed one of them whispering if they should play the guessing game again. But this time you'd have to guess who's fucking you. Oh boy, it's going to be a long night.

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Feel free to send me your Hot Takes as well ^^

#takes with nini♡ #genshin smut #genshin x reader #anemo boys #venti smut #venti x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #kazuha smut #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha smut #heizou smut #heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou x reader #xiao smut #xiao x reader #aether smut #aether x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader

[bigwishes]

No Backsies

Ken loved his body, he loved his muscle, he loved bodybuilding and he loved nothing more than his size and today he lucked out, one chance for his dream body forever, no losing size, just enjoying his massive muscles.

Ken took a quick photo of himself in the mirror, staring at his huge body he had spent years building.

"Alright, I got the before photo, now transform me Genie!" Ken said with a giant smile painted across his face.

"Are you sure? is this what you really want you only get one wish"

A genie sat casually across the room adjusting his hair in the mirror, not bothering to even look in Ken's direction.

"Yes god, for the last time yes, I Love my size, I never want to lose it. I wish I was bigger, I want to stay like this forever I don't want to lose any size, I don't want to grow old and weak, I wish to be massive forever, I wish everyone would look at me and know I'm the man with the most testosterone out of any man in the room, I want to feel heavy all the fucking time"

"wait...you want to feel heavy all the time?" the Genie turned around smiling

"Yes thats what I've been saying this whole time, just make me big, huge and bulking forever"

"You mean feeling bulky?" the Genie nudged Ken

"Yes feeling bulky whatever can you just do it already" Ken's heart was racing with anticipation

The Genie smirked and snapped his fingers,

"Alright buddy, big muscles, young body, feeling huge and bulky, testosterone and all that"

Ken began to flex his muscles in the mirror. He kissed his already massive biceps, gripped his solid pecs and rubbed his hands on his abs. Ken had always had a love for his own body after he began to put on some size, He never saw the need for a boyfriend when he loved himself so much.

"So....when am I gonna get bigger?" He asked the Genie

"Not long now man, just so you know, no backsies"

"ha, if I end up huge why would I want to take it back?"

The Genie smiled, snapping his fingers causing him to vanish in front of Ken's eyes.

Ken suddenly began to feel blood pump around his body, he flexed to himself in the mirror feeling as his muscled swelled with blood. He starting to worship his body feeling himself get hard as his body started to become permanently pumped. He felt his skin stretch around his muscles feeling tight and pumped. Ken felt his body start to slowly stop expanding, this was the best pump he had ever in his life and it was here to stay. He took a deep breath in feeling his diaphragm push outwards and his stomach fill with air.

"FOOOSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Ken's cheeks filled with air and he let out the deep breath through his parted lips.

He took another sigh rubbing his abs

"uuuuhhh, som-something doesn't feel right"

Ken's stomach grumbled almost like it was responding to him.

Ken watched his stomach bloat outwards with every breath, stretching his abs outwards leaving him almost painfully uncomfortable.

Ken rubbed his abs as he started to feel a slight itching sensation wash over his body.

"uuuuuugggg *HIC* wh-what's happening to my body"

Beads of sweat started to form on Ken's forehead. He reached up and rubbed it off with the back of his hand. He traced his fingers down his face and his thick muscled neck. He rested his hand on his pumped up chest, feeling himself up feeling the sweat build up, and something else underneath, a thin layer of hair started to form across his body.

Ken caught a whiff of a faint smell of sweat in the hair. He snapped out of his self worship feeling how uncomfortably tight his stomach had grown, seeing the new layer of hair across his body.

"uuuuhhhh why do i feel like this, i-im, i feel so dammn- UUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPP" Ken's complaints were interrupted by a monstrous belch forced out against his will he backed up and sat down on a bench, feeling his skin uncomfotably stretch around his pumped up bulging muscles. He looked up in the mirror seeing his body.

Ken could see his new hair pumped up body covered in sweat, the faint smell in the hair had now become a thick powerful stench that burnt the inside of Ken's nose.

Trying to move he felt slow trying to move his pumped up frame.

A loud grumble interrupted his thoughts as he started to rub his abs.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRPPPPPP

"what the fuck happened to me, I feel so..."

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP

"f-fuck I, *HIC* - I'm feel so, heavy...."

Ken got hard staring at his giant swollen body in the mirror, he couldn't keep his hands off himself, but it wasn't like before he transformed, he was slow, it was difficult, almost impossible to reach his hand over to his opposite bicep to feel it. He was almost unable to fully flex his bicep.

Ken sat there, staring at himself in the mirror, his jaw slightly slack as he took deep slow breaths. He lifted one arm to to flex to himself as he rubbed his abs with his free hand.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP

"fuck, I'm so big, I feel so fucking heavy, uuuuhhhhgg"

BUUURRRPP

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #gay transformation #tf story #transformation #musk

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Playing with Fire: The Photobooth

Fandom: Marvel (Dad's Best Friend AU)

Pairing: DBF!Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: Your dad's coworker and best friend, Bucky, decides to tag along with you on your errands after your boyfriend bailed on you last minute.

A/N: Bucky is in his late 40s, reader in her mid to late 20s. inspo came from these recent pics of seb.

The Book Store

Further into downtown, you stop at another store that sold different types of knick knacks and gifts.

Bucky follows you out of your car and towards the store, "Yelena's birthday is coming up so I figured I can check this place out for some stuff for her."

"I'm following you, sugar," Bucky says as he enters the store and is immediately met with a plethora of color and trinkets.

You zero in on a shelf that displays little crystal figurines. You smile at the ones shaped like animals, some shaped like Pokemon and Sanrio characters.

Yelena always had a thing for elephants so you immediately pick up an elephant carving made from amethyst.

"Those are cute," Bucky says as he looks over your shoulder.

You turn to him with a grin, "Right?! Lena, would love this," you hold up the elephant with a wide smile.

"She likes elephants?"

You nod, "She likes how smart and cute they are."

Bucky watches as you head to the pay counter and ask the cashier if you could place the crystal carving there for now. When the cashier nods, you thank them and head back to Bucky.

"I just wanted to make sure I don't accidentally drop it while I look around."

Bucky continues to follow you around the store until his eyes land on a photobooth in the corner. His eyes brighten, "Oh, hey! Check this out!" He takes your hand and leads you to the booth, "Haven't used one of these since high school."

You scrunch your face up as you think, "I don't think I've actually used one of these before."

Bucky looks at you in surprise, "Really?" You shrug and he opens the curtain to it, "Well let's do one then."

You snort, "Seriously?"

"Yeah, c'mon. Better late than never, right?" He takes your hand again and pulls you in. He sits on the bench and you do your best to squeeze in beside him.

"This isn't gonna work out, here," he has you stand and then he pulls you onto his leg, "Better?"

You gulp, "Y-Yeah."

You try not to pay attention to the hand that rests on your hip as he pays and picks out the amount of pictures and strips. He leans back and points at the screen, "Okay. It's gonna count down for us before every picture. There'll be four pictures all together so be ready."

"Right. Got it. What should we do first?"

"Uuuuhhh happy?"

You giggle and you both smile when the screen counts down to one. You two work quick, "Sad?"

The both of you do your best to look sad. You frown while Bucky straight up looks like he's wailing. When the camera snaps, you lose it. You find Bucky's face absolutely hilarious and he's watching you laugh at him. You're too caught up in the moment to realize that the countdown started and took your picture.

"Oh crap. Uuuuhhh, silly face?" he asks and you nod.

You blow out your cheeks and cross your eyes. He pulls out his ears and sticks his tongue out.

He pulls back the curtain again and has you step out first. You realize how warm you are now so you start to fan yourself. He walks out with a grin, "That was fun."

He leans against the booth while waiting for the pictures to print, "I can't believe you never used one of these before."

"Just never caught my interest, I guess. But I definitely see the appeal now. I'll have to come back with Yelena to use it."

Bucky cocks a brow, "Not your boyfriend?"

Your smile weakens at the mention of your boyfriend, "Oh, um, John doesn't like taking pictures together. He thinks they're dumb."

Bucky's brows raise, "Thinks they're dumb?"

You shrug, "He thinks taking pictures together and posting them is like showing off. So he said he doesn't need to show off our relationship because we both know we're in one. I don't really get it, but I got tired of arguing with him on wanting to have keepsakes for memories," you look down in shame. The only person who knows how John is like is Yelena. When around your dad, John puts up a front. Like he's the perfect guy to you. He's not bad, but sometimes he's not good either.

"And this is the same boyfriend who ditched you today?" Bucky asks with a look on his face you can't even decipher. Is he mad? Annoyed?

"He didn't necessarily ditch me, Bucky. He had a deadline to meet for his capstone project."

"Right and I'm sure he already knew of this deadline and proceeded to procrastinate anyway."

You cross your arms over your chest defensively, "What's your issue with him? You don't even know him, Bucky."

"You're right, I don't, but from just the little information you've given me today, I don't think he's the right guy for you."

"Don't think you have a say in the guys I get involved with, Bucky," you say with a scoff and turn around to walk away but he grabs you by the elbow, "Wait, wait."

You turn back to him and raise a brow, arms crossed over your chest. He sighs, "I'm sorry. I just know you deserve better."

"Thanks but I'll be the judge of that, Bucky. I'm an adult. I'm responsible for my own decisions."

"Yeah. I know, but still. You deserve to be with someone who isn't afraid to show you off, ya know? Makes time with you and does everything to make you happy."

You nod, "I know. Thanks, Bucky."

"Sure," he lets you go to continue to shop for Yelena.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #dbf!bucky #dbf!bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #f!reader #fem!reader #female!reader

[theemporium]

hi king!! could i get a uuuuhhh…

"I'll do anything for a woman with a knife."

🩷 w/luke? xoxo

we tried something different with a wee historical fiction/prince au🤠they are not my forte but i wanted to try challenging myself. thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

22. "I'll do anything for a woman with a knife."

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Luke had always found the royal festivities to be tedious and long winded. 

Maybe it was because they very rarely focused on him, with most guests taking interest in his parents or his older brothers—Quinn especially, being next in line to the throne. Or maybe—just fucking maybe—he found them tedious and long winded and boring because they were. 

He wasn’t even sure what the reasoning behind this one was, if he was being completely honest. Though, there was never usually a good reason for many of the high class patrons of the kingdom to deny the chance to be invited into the castle or flaunt their pretty fabrics. But Luke had to assume this one was semi-important if people from neighbouring kingdoms—people of importance—were making the journey. 

Still, it did little to make him feel anything but utter boredom as he did his rounds. He flashed the guests a few smiles, usually letting Jack or Quinn take over the conversation. And once he had shown his face for a socially appropriate amount of time, he found himself sneaking off in the shadows to find something to occupy himself before his father’s expected speech. 

Usually, he would find himself sneaking into the kitchens to see if the staff would slip him a few desserts before dinner or some snacks to entertain him with. 

This time around, Luke didn’t even make it to the secret corridor that led down the kitchen before he was pressed against the wall, his breath knocked out of his lungs and something cold pressed against his neck.

“Shit,” you hissed, only your eyes visible to the boy as you glanced over his face. 

Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through him that didn’t have him thinking straight. Maybe it was the excitement for something different to happen at this ball. 

Or maybe Luke just lacked common sense and self-preservation because the only response he managed after a random woman dressed in all black with a knife pressed against his throat was, “pick the wrong prince?” 

You blinked. “You matched the description.” 

“So…I was the right prince?” He asked, something akin to amusement in his voice and it threw you off.

“Do you have your life threatened often?” You questioned, partially rhetorical because a part of you was genuinely interested in the answer. “You seem very calm.” 

“I just assumed if you wanted me dead, I would have been dead already,” he replied honestly, making no move to try and escape your hold. He had a feeling you would bury that knife in him before he even got the chance to take a step.

“I could still kill you if you don’t listen to what I say,” you told him, and he knew better than to question how truthful you were with that promise. 

But still, Luke was young and sheltered and spent far too much of his time trapped in the castle, learning how to be a prim and proper gentleman. There was something thrilling about you and, for reasons his own brain couldn’t comprehend, he didn’t want to lose your attention just yet.

“I’ll do anything for a woman with a knife,” he retorted, his lips twitching upwards when he noticed your eyes widen slightly in response. 

“It’s like you have a death wish,” you grumbled, the edge of your blade digging a little further into his skin.

“So if I wasn’t your target, who was?” He asked casually, like you were two acquaintances catching up. Like there wasn’t the possibility of someone turning the corner and finding the two of you. Like there weren't guards already starting to notice his absence. 

“None of your business,” you snapped, your eyes narrowed in annoyance. He wondered if you were contemplating whether or not he was worth killing and adding the extra hassle for.

“It seems like my business when you have a blade to my throat,” Luke added cheekily. 

“You have no sense of survival,” you told him like it was an insult. 

He grinned. “Perks of being a prince, I assume.” 

“I don’t have time for this,” you grumbled and, in a blink of his eye, you were already three paces away from him. “You’re distracting me.”

He pushed down the uneasy feeling in his chest the second you were no longer pressed against him, the second your eyes were no longer on him. “Will I see you again?” 

You paused, tilting your head to the side. He couldn’t see your mouth but he had the strongest sense that you were smirking beneath your mask. 

“Depends what kind of enemies you plan to make, Your Highness.”

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#cece's cocktail celebration #luke hughes #nhl #new jersey devils #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x you #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes fic #luke hughes one shot #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #nhl fic #nhl one shot

[romana-after-dark]

The Wrong Way: Chapter 10 (Finale and true ending)

Dark!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Tommy Miller x reader

Masterlist

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Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, and both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?

Aka: my mom sold me to One Direction

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, rape (not Joel), somno, dub con on tommy? idk he's not really into it but feels like he has to, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot) but fair warning, major age gaps, love triangle, pregnancy/birth, threats of abortion, major character death, mentions of potential csa/child abuse but does not even come close to happening, forced pregnancy, forced housewife shit, breeding, breeding kink?!?!

UUUUHHH ya'll i put the warnings there so uh you can't blame me for what I've done.

Before anything i gotta say the "id do anything for you, you amost killed me, that was for you" bit is curtesy of me and @the-fox-den messing around so credits to them XD

I cannot appreciate y'all readership more. I cried writing this on and off not only bc the content but that it's over. full emotions at the end!

Enjoy! (this is not enjoyable.)

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“Hey honey.” Tommy’s voice was groggy and sweet in the late morning. “You up already?”

You shuffled your body back, closer to where Tommy lay, warm and inviting… you missed him. You missed him so much. “Yeah just thinking…”

Nestling his face into your face, Tommy holds you tighter, a protective hand over your belly. “What about?” When you didn’t answer, he knew what you were thinking of. “Ah… you miss him, don’t you?” There wasn’t judgment in his voice, just the soft understanding that Tommy always gave, a grace that showed he knew what Joel had done to your mind.

Nevertheless, you tear up, embarrassed at your own weakness for the man who had nearly killed you and your baby. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me… he had me so messed up and twisted… I didn’t know which way was up half the time… I felt like I was living in a haze…” You begin to cry, letting the frustrations out.

“Hey, hey now it’s alright. He’s good at that… he’s good at jumbl’n you up enough you can’t see straight… and he’s got that look… something in his eyes when his attention is focused on you… just makes you want to make him happy… I know what you mean… Did he hurt you a lot since I left?”

“No” You shake your head. “That was the strange part… It was… it was good… especially after he found out I was pregnant… It was… it was good, actually. I thought he changed… He didn’t… but I had a lot of freedom, I could do pretty much anything with Lorenzo watching me.” You chuckle a little bit, thinking of your friend. “At first I don’t think he was thrilled to be on babysitting duty, but when he realized he could drink and smoke all day I think he liked it a lot more.”

The smile in his voice was evident. “I’m glad you had a friend after I left, honey.” He brushed hair out of your face. “I saw… I saw Joel a few months back… he said you and Lorenzo had gotten close.”

“Yeah” But the tears came again.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?”

“I never said good bye” You cry. “Lorenzo… everything happened so fast and I didn’t get to say goodbye and now I don’t know if he’s even gonna live.”

Tommy coaxed you to turn over and face him, his face beautiful in the rising orange sun kissing his skin and complimenting his dark hair. “Honey, listen, Maria is gonna make sure he’s taken care of. He’s gonna be okay and once he’s rested up, I’m sure he’ll come to Boston, or at least get word out if he’s got other plans.” Tommy didn’t actually know any such thing but he wanted to comfort you.

“He’s coming to Boston” You assure. “He promised me… and him and Zach are a couple, actually.”

His face was one of confusion, then realization. He chuckled. “Love really just… finds a way, huh?”

When you look into his eyes… you can’t help but agree. “Yeah, it does…” He face was so close to you, it’d been so long since he’d held you… even before he left, you two had grown distant, Joel successfully putting a edge between you two, and you hadn’t spend the time with him you used to, angry and upset with him for reasons that didn't make sense… but that was how badly Joel had messed up your sense of direction. And yet, none of that mattered when Tommy was in trouble. You’d put yourself between Joel’s gun and Tommy, and if you weren’t pregnant you’d do it again. Tommy was always there for you, as much as he could be… he was manipulated by Joel, just like you were, but still he tried… and here he was, sleeping on a cold hard floor with you because he uprooted his entire life with Maria… for you.

The kiss was sudden, you pressing your lips to his and for a sweet, lingering moment he kissed back, chest rising as he breathed through nose, savoring you before pulling back whispering your name. 

“I love you…” You confess, eyes closed and foreheads pressed together.

“Honey, you don’t… you don’t have to feel or do anything just because I’m here-”

“I love you.” More assertive this time. He thinks you feel like you have to, like there's pressure… but you never felt that with Tommy. Tommy wasn’t Joel. Tommy was kind and patient, Tommy was loving and gentle and good… Tommy was the one you loved.

Tommy reached out, caressing your hair. “I love you too, honey, I’m sorry I had to leave you” the words just began spilling out from him, tumbling out Tommy’s mouth like a desperate plea for absolution for sins he never willingly committed. “I’m sorry I never stopped him, I’m sorry I didn’t do more, I’m sorry I left you alone in all that-”

You cut him off with another kiss, needier and lonely, clamoring for a connection. “It’s okay, Tommy. It’s okay. I’m okay now, everything will be okay.” And it would be. You were with Tommy now, and Tommy would keep you safe. You hands wander, trailing down his back as you continued to kiss him, feeling him, getting to know the curves and dips and muscles of him for the first time. Your hands move to undo his pants, but he stops you.

“We don’t- honey you’ve had a traumatic week”

“Tommy, I want you…” You whine, and you did. You did, so fucking bad. You missed Joel, you missed Tommy, your head was swirling with guilt and fear and a deep, deep down ache of loneliness that you didn’t know how to fill other than skin on skin. It was all you really knew. Nearly everyone you had cared about, save for Zach, and Lorenzo showed their love with touch. Even June did, although it wasn’t sexual. Tommy always held you when you cried, sat up in his lap with arms wrapped around you as he did now. “I want you Tommy, please?” You whine. You couldn’t deny that the pregnancy hormones worsened things, making you incredibly needy. “I need you, Tommy”

Tommy sighed. He knows he shouldn’t. The week you’ve had, the year you've had, hell, the entire life you had groomed you into submitting your body to men for money, shelter, affection. This is what you knew. Then there was Maria, his girlfriend who he lived with, with whom he swore fidelity too, who had seen this poor, young traumatized her and willingly let him go because she trusted him… That was the other thing, you were still so young… Tommy had made the comment to Joel that if Sarah had lived, he she would be older than this girl in his arms was now… That should’ve made Joel disgusted… shouldn’t it disgust Tommy too? But Tommy was weak, he knew he was weak… and he loved her, didn’t he? This wasn’t a lust filled rape, this wasn’t him taking advantage of her youth and naivety, they were in love, and she needed him. 

“Yeah baby, I’ll take care of you.” Tommy allowed you to undo his pants while he quickly undid your flannel. In the daylight and as he pulled it and the dress over your shoulders, he could see the full extent of your injuries. Where your collar hid, there was a mixture of purple and green bruising around your neck and throat, accentuated by red from the rope burn, and yet the hardest to stomach was your chest. A large black bruise formed on your chest from the repeated punching. “Oh honey… you’re lucky he didn’t break a rib.”

“I don’t wanna talk about him.” You grumble, beginning to shimmy him out of his pants. “Just want you, Tommy. I want you the right way, like we never got the chance to, the way Joel took from us.”

“The right way” He kissed you, lips full of love, offering protection and solace in the distortion. He wastes no time  pulling your underwear down and slipping a hand to cup your sex, immediately giving you the pleasure he swore he could your first time together, but you had refused. He felt so good, firm and assured in his movements between your legs, but soft and caring, making you feel special in his touch.

You spit in your hand and begin to jerk his cock as you both laid there, your giant belly getting in the way. “Usually wetter, the last month things have been… different” A bit embarrassed, you mutter into his shoulder. You were turned on, very much so, but your lower body didn’t seem to get the message. Joel never seemed to care much. You got wet eventually, especially after cumming, but the in between usually hurt.

“That’s normal.” Tommy assured. “Pregnancy hormones. But I’ll make sure you’re real wet, baby, get on your back.” Doing as you were told, you roll over, Tommy slithering his way down you and pressing affectionate kisses over your swollen stomach. “So beautiful…”

He ate you like a man starved, like a past meal on death row, desperate and savoring every last taste. Joel always felt good, so, so, good, but there was an electricity here, all the built up tension between you two, like a rubber band finally snapping and he couldn’t get enough. Tommy worshiped at the shrine of you, adoration in the prayer on his lips, his arms wrapped around your legs as you grew closer so you couldn’t wiggle away, he needed every second, every inch, every taste, every sound reclaimed for him. It was a conquest, a crusade, a burning need as he licked into your folds, pleasure and fire and love building in your core, fingers opening up to prepare you to take him, fucking into you and god, you were moaning for him.

“Tommy! Tommy please make me cum, please, I’ll make you feel so good, I’ll do anything you want, just-”

“Lay there and take it, princess, that’s all you gotta do.” His head dived back between your legs and eagerly devoured, lips latching on your swollen mound, sucking noisily, soaking your as promised. Two fingers turned into three, and while his lips sucked his tongue flicked at your clit, causing your legs to shake. You entangle your fingers in his long, dark locks, having grown longer since you’ve seen him last and yank him towards you. You didn’t need to guide him, you didn’t need his tongue deeper inside you; he knew what he was doing. What you needed was something to grip onto as your world shattered around you. Tommy was always who you reached for. Everything you needed, Tommy did his best to provide, and when you were terrified, as Joel dragged you away to kill you, all you wanted was your Tommy. You screamed his name as you did now. Gushing cum on his face, you yank at his hair and fuck his face while you ride out your orgasm on his still moving mouth.

Vaguely, you register him kissing his way up your body, laying around you as he couldn’t lay on top, Tommy kissed you back to life, finding his soft eyes staring at you as you open your own… 

“You still want me?” He asks, a rough but caring hand stroking your face.

“More than anything.”

He was careful, he always was with you, treating you like a fragile porcelain doll, but you promised him you could take it and he sped up, fucking you, really fucking you the way you had wanted for months after you grew comfortable in that house. He knelt before you knees on the hard floor but showed no signs of pain as his hips snapped into you, your moans growing louder.

“Tommy!” You call out for him, ecstasy building inside you like the sweat on his forehead.

“Right here honey, I’m right here.” He rubbed your knee that he had braced himself on. “Neve gonna leave you again, I promise.”

“You- you promise?” Looking up at him from this angle… he looked god-like. Tan and strong, but handsome and kind… you wanted him forever, you wanted only him and for him to have only you. He filled you up over and over and over, your hips canting up to meet him.

“Promise, princess. I’ll never leave you, ever. You’re mine.”

His.

“I’m yours” You whine for him, on the precipice of your climax, you just needed…

“And I’m yours. Now, I need you to come, and when you do, I want you to scream my name, okay? Can you do that for me, beautiful girl?” His hand was on your hip, large and rough and covering Joel’s initially branded on you.

You’re panting heavily, so, so close when he sets a brutal pace, spilling you over. 

Tommy thinks this is the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. All the times you called for him when you needed him, when Joel was done, when you were hungry or needed to use the bathroom or just were lonely, none of it compared to this…

You scream for him, crying out loudly as he continues to thrust into you, talking you through it like he had the panic attack that had overtaken you when you gave him your virginity.

“Just like that, honey, good girl.” He coo’s, ever letting up on your sensitive cunt. “So pretty coming on my cock, love when you scream my name… there you go, pretty little thing…”

Tommy was right. He made you scream his name louder than Joel’s.

When he came inside you, claiming you as his in a primal, animalistic sense, the cold began to settle on the sheen of sweat between you, and Tommy pulled a blanket over you. A little rest before heading out.

“Did you mean what you said?” You ask.

He didn't need clarification. Tommy knew you well enough. “Yeah, I did. I’m gonna stay with you, honey.”

“What about Maria?”

A fair question, but Tommy sighed nonetheless. “I’ll send word I won't’ be come’n back… I think… I think she knew, she knew before I ever did.”

When the two of you set out on the road again, you wanted to walk for a while. All the riding the last day made you sore and you just walked to stretch your legs, aching joints and pregnant body needing movement. You and Tommy talked, really talked about the future, what it would look like in Boston, wherever it is exactly Lorenzo and Zach had for you… Someone Tess knew? A couple who had been a ‘doomsday prepper’ before… You wouldn’t live on their farm, but in a house nearby. Somewhere fairly safe for you and your baby, and Lorenzo, Zach and Tommy to protect it… Tommy confirmed what you had secretly hoped but could never ask. He’d be your baby's father, he’d raise them with you, loving it as his own.

“Well ain’t that sweet.” You freeze in place when you hear Joel’s voice, the older brother stepping into sight from a tree, gun pointed at you and Tommy. “Fucked my wife, stealing my daughter,” he looks at Tommy. “I can’t believe you’d sink this low, Tommy.”

The irony of who was sinking low was lost on Joel, Tommy was aware. There was no point fighting it. One hand held the reigns of the horse, his right was in the air as yours were. “Joel, c’mon, I know damn well you aren’t going to hurt either one of us so just let-” He was cut off by his own scream, falling against the horse and gripping his upper arm.

“TOMMY!” You scream for him, rushing to his side before Joel shouts to get away. You want to help Tommy… but you had a duty to your child, a duty you knew Tommy would understand. You cried, looking him over. He was still standing, clearly in pain, but blood shooting out of his arm. Nothing vital.

Joel only looked at you. “That’s right, scream his name, little one. Always his name, isn’t it?” Joel stepped forward, ignoring Tommy’s anguished plea’s for him to stay away from you; Joel’s sights were on you and you alone. Nothing else existed, not even his bleeding baby brother. “Sceam’n for him when you think I’m hurting you, when you think I’ve been cruel, when you want his company because I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH”

You barely registered your own tears, the trembling in your stance, knowing there was nothing you could do.

“That’s how I found you, heard you screaming my own fucking brothers name like a whore in that cabin while pregnant with my daughter!”

Shaking your head, you take a weak step back. “Joel, please, I was scared. I was so scared, you tried to kill me-”

“Is that what you think that was?” A cruel, mocking laugh escaped him in his mania before turning to Tommy. “Is that what she told you, Thomas? ‘Oh Tommy!’” His voice was light and girlish as he mimicked you. “‘Oh Tommy, Joel’s so mean to me!’ Well that ain’t the truth. She’s a cheating whore, and she needs to do better for Sarah, so I’m trying to teach her.” 

Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see the visible confusion on Tommy’s face turn into shock and horror. “Sarah? Jesus Joel! Is that what all this is? You’re trying to recreate Sarah? Or is it the picket fence two parent household you never got with her?” 

“Don’t talk about her!” Joel screamed at the younger man, his attention turning to Tommy, and you watched for your chance.

“SARAH IS DEAD! SHE’S DEAD AND SHE’S NOT COMING BACK!” His next words… Tommy didn’t mean, not one single bit, he witnessed himself how much Joel tried to save his child, the little girl who was the entire world to him… But he needed Joel’s attention on him, he needed to be the focus of Joel’s anger. “SARAH IS DEAD AND IT’S YOUR FAULT!”

You take a step back.

“SHUT UP!” Another scream from Joel.

“MY NIECE IS DEAD BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T LOVE HER ENOUGH TO TRY HARDER-”

“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!”

But Tommy already moved, Joel’s teary eyes and blinding anger slowing his perception and Tommy moved the barrel of the gun away from him and you before Joel took the shot.

“RUN!”

And you did. You didn’t know where to, but you ran for your life, for your babies. Hearing a gun go off again, you stop briefly wondering if you just heard either the man you loved or the father of your child die… but there was no time to mourn or think, you needed to go. 8 months pregnant, you do everything you can to keep running, but you are stopped by a blinding pain in your stomach, causing you to scream before you can even stop yourself.

When it fades, you open your eyes to see an infected.

There was no time for pain.

Contractions going again, you prayed for another round of braxton-hicks and not actual labor, you prayed Tommy was alive, you prayed the infected behind you couldn’t move fast due to one thing or another… but you couldn’t stop to look. The adrenalynn did most of the work, as did sheer willpower. You didn’t think you could power through running so fast and so long if it was just you, but the mother instinct to protect this baby went above everything. Like a blessing, you see the cabin you had stayed at and took off towards it, infected at your heels, horrific noises that you shall surely hear the rest of your life should you survive this letting you know there was no time to even wince at a particularly sharp contraction. They were not spaced… and if Lorenzo was right, and if this wasn’t braxton-hicks…. You were going to give birth in this cabin.

The slam of the door behind you did not save you, as soon you found yourself sitting in an empty room with a chair propped against the door as the infected tried to get in, your switchblade gripped in your hands, as the baby tried to come out.

You can’t help but scream in pain; the infected already knew where you were, it was only a matter of time until it came in and you had to be face to face with it for the first time. You’d seen them from afar of course, but you had never been close; someone always protected you, Zach, Lorenzo, Tommy, Joel… you’re whole life you had depended on men to save you from other men and a litany of evils in this world and none of them had been able to stop this. No one stepped in between you and your dad, no one stepped in between you and Joel, and no one would step between you and this abomination… 

But you’d try your damndest to step between your baby and whatever might harm them, and if that meant facing this infected, you’d do it.

When it burst in, you don’t bother hiding our scream; they looked horrific and the sounds were just as bad, but god, the smell was nauseating to your pregnant senses. None of that compared to the genuine fear as you fought for your life and for this baby. The creature was right in your face as you stabbed him, the jackknife now successfully ending two threats to you; the infected and Nick.

The moment you have to breath is gone when you hear the cry of your baby on the floor. You had given birth to a baby girl, just as Joel wanted, alone, with a bite on your leg.

You were infected, and this baby would grow up without a mom and with a psychopath rapist and murder for a dad. Tommy was surely dead, and even if Joel found you in the cabin she’d grow up with Joel. You didn’t believe he’d sexually abuse her, but physically? She’d be lucky if she made it to 10, not the mention the other men around her…

There was no time to cry or to smile, you couldn’t rejoice in the birth of this little girl or cry at the circumstances, you thought back to what Maura instructed you, Joel, and Lorenzo to do in the event you gave birth without her. Using that knife, you cut the cord and tie it.

Had you given birth before the bite? Was she infect? Had all your efforts to protect this innocent been useless? You once again kick yourself for not leaving with Zach any of the times he offered…She’d suffer because of you, if she lived at all. 

As your daughter screams, you scream too, loud and anguished and nameless. You didn’t cry for Tommy, for Zach, for Joel, for Lorenzo or June or anyone that had ever shown they wanted to help… no, you just screamed, because there was no other option.

Tommy had seen you run and tried to follow you, tried to call to you, but you either couldn’t hear him or could defier his voice from Joel who was currently crippled with a shot leg… Tommy couldn’t bring himself to kill Joel… he couldn’t. No matter how much of a big game he talked, Joel was still his big brother, and despite the telling signs of aging and the obvious way Joel was no longer Joel behind those eyes… They were still he eyes, and as Joel looked up at Tommy pointing the gun down on him, Tommy couldn’t fire. He couldn’t fire at the man who had saved his life countless times, the father of his niece, the father of the baby he had swore to raise as his own, and despite the way Joel had clearly lost his mind, lost all sense of reality… Tommy couldn’t kill his brother because yes, that was still his brother.

When he found you, it didn’t take long to figure out what happened, with the baby in your arms and the infected on the ground… your bite was clear and prominent.

“Oh honey… no…” Tommy dropped the gun on the floor and likewise dropped to his knees as he walked to you and the child. A little girl… 

“Tommy, please, please take her. If you don’t want her, take her to Zach and Lorenzo, just please take her-”

“I’ll take her, I’ll raise her, I swear.” Maria and him had talked about kids before… would she want this? Tommy couldn’t stop looking you over, he couldn’t process that you had been bit… this wasn’t a rattlesnake bite, there wasn’t a way to get the venom out… it was over. “I’m sorry.” He cried, tears flowing over before he registered they were coming. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, I’m sorry-”

“Tommy” You stop him, tears matching his. “Tommy, it's okay. Just protect her, okay? That’s what matters now, her.” Everything hurt, and you could swear there was something already changing in you, but maybe it was in your head.

Heavy boots clomping on the floor. “Get away from her.” Joel spoke, his voice low and dark, despite being unarmed. You notice his limp and the blood… Tommy hadn’t shot Joel to kill… and had greatly underestimated what Joel would do to get to you, including walking on a shot leg.

Tommy didn’t even turn around, still holding you and his, yes his baby, because there was no way in hell Joel was walking out with her. “She’s infected, Joel.”

Joel didn’t reply, and you looked up at him over Tommy’s shoulder, confirming it. You nudge Tommy to move, revealing his daughter. You speak before Tommy does. “I cut the cord before I was bit.” Your eyes dart to Tommy. “Before.” You lied, and you knew it was dangerous… but you needed your daughter to have a fighting chance.

Joel shook his head. “No, no we’ll get you help, theres gotta be-”

Grabbing his gun, Tommy turned around. “THERE’S NO HELP, JOEL!” He shouts. “This is your fault! This is all your fault and you can’t fix it!” His steps were long and quick, pinning an unarmed Joel to the wall gun to his head. Tommy was shaking, but you didn’t need to aim to shoot point blank. “I’ll fucking kill you for what you did to them.”

For once, you believed it. 

And it seems Joel did too. “That’s my daughter, Tommy. Yuh ain’t take’n her.” But Joel’s voice was weak, small… 

“Yes he is, Joel.” You speak from the floor. “He’s taking her, and one of you needs to kill me.”

Both of Miller brother turn to you at that, anguish and pain in Tommy’s eyes. “I… I can’t do that… I can’t… Honey, no…” You knew how badly he was hurting right now… but you didn’t want Joel dead, and someone needed to do it. You didn’t know how long you had.

“I know, Tommy. I know.” You smile sympathetically at your lover, and beckon him towards you. Tommy gives Joel a warning look, but takes the pistol off his brother and comes to you. “I know. I know you can’t and that’s okay. You take he, that’s what you need to do for me, okay?” Looking down at the crying baby in your arms you give her a kiss and whisper that you love her before pushing her into Tommy’s welcoming arms. “I know you feel guilty…” Reaching up to touch his face one last time, you smile as he leans into your touch. “Sweet, sweet boy… you have nothing to be ashamed of, you’ve always done right by me. But if you feel you need absolution, this is your chance.”

Tommy looked at the little girl in his arms… she was so small, so fragile… but he would protect her, he would do right by her the way he couldn’t do to you. She was his baptism, his new life, a fresh start. He was a father now. “I will” He looked at you again.

“Her name is Ellie” Fimly, you spoke it into truth. “It’s not Dorthy, it’s not Dolly, its Ellie.” Looking up at Joel, the hurt clear on his face at the erasure of what he wanted to give her, you offer a small mercy, the middle name he agreed on, named after the singer he liked so much, and your friend back home. “Ellie June.”

Tommy nodded. “Ellie June, it’s beautiful.” He touched his forehead to you softly and you slipped your hand to touch Ellie’s little toes. This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none, and this little piggy cried wee, wee, wee… “I’ll never forget you, and I’ll make sure she knows about you, okay? She’s gonna know who you are.”

“Zach… please, get word to Zach somehow, tell him he’s an uncle.”

“I will, I swear.”

“And Lorenzo, Lorenzo said he’d be the godfather. Please thank him for everything he’s done for me.” You sob thinking about your best friend.

“I will, I’ll tell him.”

“And Zach, please tell him I love him so much, and thank him for being my big brother.”

“They both love you, hermosa, I know they do.” He stroked your hair with his free hand.

“Tommy, one more thing?”

“Anything”

“June, please, can you find her? Tell her I loved her, she’s Ellie godmother in spirit.”

“Abslutly, is there anyone else? I’ll do it.”

You shake your head, tears flying as you do. “No, those three… they are all I know- wait, Maura and Jack, Jack risked everything to help me escape, and Maura with my pregnancy” You chuckle a bit. “Who knew dying had so many many loose ends to tie up” You hadn’t realized… you had grown a small community. It had taken a village to keep you and your baby alive.

He smiled. “I’ll tell them all, honey, I promise, especially Zach.” Tommy had an older brother too, and a;thought his had turn into a monster, he understood the love of a protective brother, and would not be who he is without Joel in their childhood and youth.

You whisper a thank you, before sealing his promises with a tearful kiss. When Tommy pulled away, you knew it was time…

“Goodbye Ellie, mommy loves you.”

Then, it was just you and Joel. 

“I never wanted this, little one.” He spoke, voice filled with sincerity and pain. “I know you think I hate you, that I want you to hurt-”

“I don’t think that Joel.” You deny his accusation, but you are honest. For once, you can be honest. “I think you’re a broken man who doesn’t know how to love, but I don’t think you hate me, and I don’t know you never wanted any of this.”

“I loved you! Everything I did was for you!”

“You almost killed me-”

“THAT WAS FOR YOU!” He screamed at you, but it wasn’t rage or fury, it was wretched and broken and him. A heart broken father who had lost his daughter, and is now about to lose his wife, and if Tommy can help it, his brother and baby.

Closing your eyes, you move on. “You can’t have her, Joel.”

He steps closer, boots loud against the creaking floor. “Tommy ain’t taking my daughter, I ain’t losing her.”

A dry laugh. “I’m not sure you ever loved Ellie-”

“Her names not Ellie, it’s Dolly-”

“You loved Sarah, and Ellie was a replacement. What if we had a boy, Joel? C’mon. Let her be, let them go.” Couldn’t he give you this? A deathbed wish to save your baby… 

“No.” But you could tell he was wavering. “That’s my daughter.”

“What’s your plan then? You don’t have day care. The only raiders you could have trusted with her are Tommy and Lorenzo and they are gone. You can’t do it alone… You’ve seen those men gang rape women, you think they won’t rape Ellie?”

“Stop calling her that.”

“You think they won’t beat her, touch her? Even if they don’t, is she suppossed to grow up around violence and rape? You gotta think this through, Joel! There’s no day care, no PTO, you’re two top men just left you, you can’t keep her safe! You can’t protect her, she’s gonna die like-”

“Fine!”

There's a long, shocked silence between the two of you, the gravity of what he’s agreed to give up… You weren’t sure if you believed in god, and if you did, whose god it was… you weren’t sure you believed in an afterlife, or anything of the sort. But if you did… you could be convinced that Sarah’s spirit touched Joel, breaking through his obsession, his mental illness, the delusions he had… to keep her little sister safe. 

“I’ll… she can go with Tommy.” Heartbroken, Joel acquiesced, then knelt in front of your exhausted body. “I know you don’ think I loved you, but… just know I cared, okay? I just-”

“I believe you.” You took in his scent once more. “For what it’s worth, I think maybe we loved each other in our own sick way… It was always gonna end like this… ” You push the jackknife into his hands.

“Where did you get this?” Joel referenced the knife with wooden encasing. 

“Nick’s skeleton.”

Joel couldn’t help but smile “Brave girl” He kissed you, and you allowed it, wanting to taste him just one more time. 

Knife in grip, you taking rough hand and bring it to your throat, tucked under your chin just beneath where your wet faces pressed together, foreheads and noses and lips melding into one as he could consume your soul, bring you into him forever.

“I love you, little one. Always have.”

“And I loved you, Joel.”

“What’s that song you like?”

“Red River Valley”

“Yeah, that’s the one. How did that last line start?”

You smile, eyes closed, and start singing it. “Come and sit by my side if you love me…”

Joel joined in the pair of you singing together. “Do not hasten to bid me adieu, but remember the the red river valley” You’re voice choked up so bad on the last word, you couldn’t finish it.

You think back to the night Ellie was conceived, the night Tommy left, they way Joel fucked you, words uttering into life the possession he had over you. It was foolish to think you could be free of him in this life. That pain? The pain is mine. Your cries are mine, your cunt is mine. And if you bleed?

Joel sang the last line for you, voice as soft as a whisper.. “And the cowboy who loved you so true.”

His lips pressed a final kiss and you felt the sharp pain and oozing liquid leaving you, your gasps and cries of pain stifled by his mouth. Eventually, the warmth of the blood enveloped you into darkness, and the agony of this life you were subjected to since childhood ended.

If you bleed? Your blood is mine.

Joel inhaled your last breath into his, sucking in the evidence of your life with his lips attached to yours until his head grew dizzy from lack of oxygen. Your blood was cooling on his body.

Joel limped out of the room, covered in her blood, only to find Tommy rocking a baby in one arm and a gun aimed at Joel with the other, tears streaming down his face.

“You killed her.” Tommy stated the obvious.

Not even bothering to raise his hands, Joel replied. “The infected killed her, Tom-”

“No.” The low tone of voice warned of something serious, and Joel pondered if Tommy was capable of actually killing him. “You did this. All of this. This last year you beat and tortured and raped her and made her think this was love. Calling her your wife, Joel?” Tommy shook his head in disgust. “I didn’t think you were capable of this, even after everything.”

Joel glowered his eyes at Tommy, not happy to have this talk again. “I didn’t see you ever stop’n me, Tommy.”

“No.” Tommy’s answer was candid. “That’s my cross to bare. And she-” he needed down to the sleeping baby in his arms. “She’s my vindication, and I’m gonna do right by her.”

Joel held out his hands, causing Tommy to step back. “Give me my daughter, Tommy.”

Worry crossed his face. “You promised-”

“I just wanna say goodbye” It was rare Joel spoke like this… so quiet, so soft… But Tommy didn’t trust him. “No, you-you’ll hurt her.”

The way Joel looked in Tommy’s eyes was earnest… so much hurt and sadness Tommy felt like he was actually looking at his brother again… “I’d never hurt my daughter.”

Tommy believed him. “Gun to your head the whole time. You try to take her away, I shoot you.”

“Okay.”

He was right, the gun was pressed to his head as Joel said his goodbye. “I love you. No matter what anyone tells you, I love you, and I loved your mom. She’s up in heaven watching out for you, she’s there with your big sister, your grandparents, everyone. They love you, just like I do, just like Tommy does. I’m gonna protect you still, okay? Jackson is under my protection, nothing bad’s gonna happen to you or your family.” Joel will protect his daughter with his life, and that means protecting those who care for her. Tommy, Maria, all of Jackson. As long as she's taken care of they are safe. “I love you, baby girl.”

Hesitantly, Joel handed Ellie back to Tommy, her new daddy, and he felt like he was letting go of a peace of himself. Nother brother bothered hiding the tears.

“I never want to see your face again, Joel. Do not come near me or my child ever again.”

Joel wanted to argue, to say it was his daughter, and he could take her whenever he wanted… But she was right. Ellie was better off with Tommy. Tommy could provide a stable home, with a mom and a dad, a community to make friends, school, church, and most importantly, safety. Tommy was younger, he could keep up with a child, fight off what he needed to… Tommy was a good uncle to Sarah… he’d be a good dad to her.

“Tommy, wait” But Tommy kept walking. “Wait!”

“SHHH!” Tommy whipped around, whispering harshly. “You’ll wake her!” 

As if Joel didn’t raise a whole child himself. “Just… here.” Joel cleaned of the knife and handed it to a nervous Tommy. “For her.”

Tommy glared at the gift. “You want me to give her the knife you killed her mother with?”

“She killed the infected with it, and that’s what I killed Nick with… I used it to ortect her, and she used to to protect… Ellie.” Joel said her name outloud now. “You don’t have to tell her about me just… I want her to have something, please?”

Tommy stared at Joel for several moments. He hated Joel… but he’d always live him. Joel raised him most of his life, and they raised Sarah together. Joel was his brother, always, and the reason his now-daughter existed. “I’ll tell her about Sarah. I’ll… She’ll know she has a sister.” A fresh tear escaped, Tommy wiped it with the sleeve of the arm holding the knife as he sniffled at the mention of his precious niece he loved so much. “I dunno how I’m gonna explain the rest, but she’ll know she had a sister.” A deep breath. “And she’ll have her knife, so no matter what… you both with be protecting her, okay?”

Joel nodded.

“But you can’t go after the others. Zach, Lorenzo, Jack, Maura, got it? They are gonna suffer enough. With this news, just… leave them be.”

Joel agreed, then explained his horse is out front, a quick ride back to Jackson. Joel would walk back on his wounded leg. “Thank you, Tommy. I love you. I’m always gonna love you, even if you hate me.”

Turning on a heel, Tommy walked away, carrying little Ellie, taking off his scarf to wrap around her in the cool weather. It wasn’t anything too cold, the sun was out and shining at least, and no wind. Tommy was dead set and determined to walk away, to never speak to his brother again… but he stopped. He didn’t look back, but he spoke, quiet but just loud enough for Joel to hear. “I love you too, hermano.”

With that, Joel watched the only two things left in this life that he loved, walk away.

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Joel at the end, what Tommy see’s as Joel exits the room after murdering little one

Art my @melodymakesart

Continue the story 16 years latter with Ghost of You, Ellie’s journey in finding out the truth

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That's right, the baby is Ellie.

I do want to say, that in this series, since reader isn't Anna, this means Ellie can look like anything, no matter the race. It just matters she's ellie and she's immune. Little one isn't a great reader, she's largely oc but i wanted to keep things as inclusive as i could instead of an OC

and i did say major character death ;-; good bye little one. You deserved better.

THOUGHTS?!?!?! shout out to spadesjade on ao3 who correctly guess that little one dies and tommy and maria raise the baby!

Remember, there's still the alt ending! This one will be a bittersweet, happier ish ending.

As always, if you hate both endings, my fics are open for you to write your own version of the end or use this universe in anyway. And if you'd like, i'll add it to the masterlist for additional reading!!!

In the mean time, come read Dirty Little Secret, my dark!joel one shot

LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!

Remember, reblogs spread the work, comments motivate!!!!

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[dominomars]

Let’s address this issue…

Hey wassup I’m back, after deleting two posts because apparently my account is only used for “helluva boss shitting” I guess…

But I want to say something that really makes me a little concerned… about Viviziepop’s character designs.

Ok, lemme just say this… I don’t think Viviziepop is a good character designer AT ALL. Her main problem for me is not the colors, not the pencil thin bodies, but the fashion the character was born in, that’s right the FUCKING fashion.

Vivzie pop has a problem with designing characters that don’t look like exactly how she describes them, for example. Beelzebub, Beelzebub looks NOTHING like the actual Beelzebub, but I’m not talking about her today..

I’m going to be talking about Mimzy, a background character/non-speaking cameo that was shown in Hazbin Hotel.

(Just in case nobody knows her, here)

So, you’re probably saying, “Domino what are you saying? What are you tying to prove here?” So imma get straight to the point.

Listen, I don’t want to be a historical nerd here but this needs to be said, Mimzy is not an accurate flapper, instead, she is very stereotypical.

Don’t get me wrong, her design is very beautiful, and I’m so glad that we have a plus sized character from Viv. But her fashion is absolutely bullshit.

And it literally says in the wiki that she’s born in the 1920s, like I’m sorry but nothing about her will be real in the 1920s??? She’s literally a stereotype, she looks like those girls that have no fucking idea what they’re doing and buys a “flapper girl 1920s by spirit Halloween” costume, and then puts it on and calls it a day, like VIV PLEASE.

Alright, let’s get to the part where I critique her, as a vintage fan or 1920s fan, this is what I’m going to say nicely to her, and to educate other people who might be interested on what REAL flappers look like back in the day.

Flappers wouldn’t usually show much skin, the rule was that the shirt had to go down to where you can’t see the knees, shoulders were not shown that much and flappers didn’t wear as much accessories as Mimzy is wearing (necklace, feather hat, long gloves).

Flappers had very saggy loosely dresses, THAT was there fashion style, they liked to look like a potato bag, but what I usually see is that the stereotypical ones are very tight? Going along with Mimzy? Like girl, they did not wear those things they would not accept you if you wore that.

I also notice that Mimzy’s boobs are shown due to the tight inaccurate dress she is wearing, typically flappers didn’t show their boobs like that, since their dresses were very loose, nuh uh honey, flappers would use these bras to lower their breast size, kinda like a binder!

And tbh, I’ve never seen an irl flapper picture that had a feather hat thingy on their head, I can’t exactly explain if that’s accurate or not but hey! If ya know, tell me.

So my conclusion comes here…

Vivzie, if you want to make a character look like the period they were born/died in, please do it correctly, please look up references or talk to a vintage lover DO. SOMETHING. But please, don’t just look at one pic on google and say “oh uuuuhhh that’s so accurate! So imma uhhh add it on!” Because that’s not exactly how it works.

Hazbin Hotel fans, Mimzy is not an accurate description of what a flapper woman is, please check yourself before you go make a flapper Hazbin oc.

Still confused? Here are some amazing photos that I found!

Yes!!! ✅

Hell nah!! ❌

If guys have any questions, don’t be afraid to ask! And if you’re interested in a Mimzy redesign, I’ll be gladly to do it XD

This was just a critique to Vivzie! No hate to her of course! I really hope we see her get a redesign that she deserves.

(I do have a problem with Alastor’s design too LOL)

#helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel mimzy #mimzy #hazbin hotel #critique #hazbin hotel critique #flapper #1920s fashion #1920s aesthetic

[sempsimps]

doppelgänger Francis x reader

sooo this is totally sfw within the age rating of the actual game, obviously. also might be inspired by the yagami yato of this man, maybe, slight chance, it definitely gave me some fuel to finish at least, i got over this brain rot quickly and well this took more time than i would of liked so yeah. sorry if my writing sucks :)

tags

mentioned death

mentioned cannibalism

two sides of the same one sided love (kinda)

blood (yep shock horror)

hoon man getting the love he needs <3

a bit of inexperienced writing (oh lord the horror)

sexual tension i guess (but not really)

Heather's the musical reference

British language so scary

it was late at night and door duty is slow like usual, the thing about the job was that 12 hour shifts suck, but in this time where the fear of being replaced by man eating monsters having a roof over my head and a job was quite reassuring, and well despite the company not really caring I'm glad that i didn't have to do more work then i could be awake for also my co-worker Emily she is amazing and could make a banging cup of tea, and well she likes the fact there's not nearly that many doubles at day, less work obviously. the night is tougher, way more doppelgängers at this time some were very convincing and did make me want to scream on the inside becuse of the anxiety it caused..... but i did like a challenge. also, i knew that most of the apartmenties were inside as Emily ticks them off the list and added the names who had a reasonable excuse for not being on there, and hey, i haven't died. yet despite my complaints there was a golden reason why i liked this job, and that was the resident tired eyes Francis, but he never really talked that much and it kinda made him ideal mimic bait, so i cant get attached i mean i really shouldn't as they really did try him the most for some reason.

i yawn as i relaxed into my office chair stretching my arms with a stratifying click 'mhhh almost over its 10 45 so 1 more hour and franci-' caught in my thoughts so much but the white uniform snapped my attention 'speak of the devil-! wait...' and as quickly as it came it left, as i seen the deep sunken abyss of "eyes" and a smile 'ah, i see its hoon' he really did try to get in, acting normally handing the papers over with an almost correct ID and entry form but just ya know slightly off on the looks and all he says is hoon is kind of revealing. i smiled and waved in greeting.

"Ah, hello there, nice try hoon, but i can see you. Good try though, almost nailed that ID too."

"hoon hoooon!"

"ill take that a good response"

i politely gave back the ID and smiled, throwing the entry form in the bin with the rest, so it isn't as easy to get in. Also, some of them are funny anyway. back to it i found this particular one almost as enduring as the original i was found of him so to speak, but if he got too good then off he goes and that might be a toxic trait but ill entertain him for now.

"Come on man, you know the drill, i caught you. You walk away. Have a good night though."

"hoon..."

he held his head down in disappointment and trudged away, when i was sure he left i called the D.D.D,the emergency shutters come down and footsteps can be heard by the men, i knew hoon wasn't there but to keep up the appearance to not get me fired, i had to make it seem that he keeps escaping, and not me letting him do so nooooo. the shutters come up, and the hazmat suit explains the situation in that boring tone like always.

"The clean up is complete, but the company will search for that double ganger that got away......"

yep, the same stuff zoning all that out. 'blah blah blah Jesus Christ, so much talking, just leave, please.' i kept smiling with zoned out thoughts as they spoke.

"You can continue your job"

"mh hm thanks"

the clean-up crew left slowly, god so slowly, like today, so slow. i looked over to the clock 'uuuuhhh 11 15 a half an hour till Francis gets here from delivering milk. poor soul to be fair he was half a workaholic' picking at my nails as a distraction from the boring day i seen another white milk man uniform i smile as i seen Francis, immediately going to work as he passed his paper through. but if i looked at the clock, only a few minutes passed.

"hi there"

i politely greeted, giving a small wave like i do for him 'wait it might not be him.' My face turned serious quickly.

"hm hello..."

'Huh, is he tired, or is that voice lower?' Suspicious, but i checked over the entry form, and that looked all good. now the ID 'logo yep date uh huh spelling' with the file i looked back and forth 'okay looking good finally number lets see 2 3 5 5 6' i look at the ID '2 4 5 5 6. wait 4?' Looking back over the file 'that's wrong damn doppelgänger. welp gotta kill this one he's too real.' i passed back the papers roughly, my face turning sour.

"welp, here ya go Francis, any last words?"

i didn't let him finish becuse as soon as i passed the paper through roughly i reached over with my other hand and pressed the emergency button, and speed dialling the D.D.D to get this near replica out of here, the shutter that came down was rattling from the force of the doppelgänger hitting it trying to escape, which was normal. and then silence as the shutter comes up, the now comforting yellow suit began to talk.

"The clean-up is complete. You can continue your-"

The hazmat suit slammed into the glass making a small crack, a gradient green hand with black claws dug into the back of the head, blood seeping out and staining the yellow suit my eyes followed the arm to the doppelganger of Francis i had just delt with 'oh shit this is a fucking problem' the yellow hazmat fell to the ground the hand returning to "normal" and that face comes into view. blood dripping of the perfect features, his voice lower than it should be its unnerving 'and hot- nope nope stop there wrong.' opening the desk draw digging in it for a neatly written number to only be called if the D.D.D fails. 'Where's that post-it note' a loud thud broke my thoughts, and I cautiously looked up to the double of Francis. his hand against the glass smearing some blood on the clean surface some spilling into the small crack made a few seconds earlier.

"Oh darling, how come you didn't let me in? My appearance is flawless. Entry form has nothing wrong with it, I know I'm on the list today."

He looked confused 'cute wait no evil' since I passed the papers through he picked up the slightly crumpled ID and gave an amused smirk flipping it around and pressing it to the glass so I could see it.

"Ah, I see you did read that silly ID number. You're not like the others, you're smart, and that makes me want to devour you even more."

My hand starts to tremble as I kept looking for that stupid note. The doppelganger tuts lightly with a small chuckle.

"Come on~ your phone friends can't help you. and you wouldn't want to create more of a mess~ look honey! all those delicious bodies already here"

He licked his lips cleaning them from the blood giving a satisfied hum 'oh shit that's hot- nope nope not the time' i couldn't bear to look past him at the amount of people dead, opting to keep looking for the number i knew was in this stupid desk 'come on, come on where is this fucking thing' my hand touches the gun at the back of the draw 'I shouldn't have to use this'

"OPEN THE DOOR, please open the door. Can we not fight anymore, please come on, open the door? You're scared i see that, I can set you free come on let me inside open the door open opEN OPEN!"

Teeth beared now sharp and tinted yellow eyes the same shade. His hand slammed down on the glass with an open palm he realised it wasn't working, quickly far too quickly, and he used his fist rattling the pane in its hold the crack getting bigger every thud my movements speed up 'shit shit shit shit shi- ah! there I got it.' I gripped the paper roughly and slammed the emergency button and dialled the never before used number

"DARLING YOULL NEVER KILL ME IVE BEEN WATCHING YOU FOR WEEKS ILL COME BACK"

"Hello you have contacted the-"

"YES I KNOW SEND HELP D.D.D AGENTS DOWN"

"Don't worry .... we have dispatched people to your area" BEEP

The slamming of fists and that sickening sound of flesh tearing. its the noise doppelgangers make when they lose their disguise, it made me nauseous my head dizzying from it I heard the glass smash but the metal kept me safe it was barely dented before I heard the screams of the beast and gun shots my breathing uneven my legs to my chest in the chair arms wrapped around my body in attempt to comfort myself it all went silent my heart drops in my chest but as the shutter came back up a more human looking hazmat suit greeted me rather than the round ones another one putting a new pane of glass replacing the broken one.

"Thank you for contacting us. we will inform the D.D.D of the deceased agents and give you good reference. Unfortunately, the doppelganger got away"

"Wait, what!?"

They left quickly, some carrying black bags, not saying a word 'he got away. How?' I slowly came out of my shell I had built temporarily, taking in some deep breaths. unwrapping my arms and lowering my legs back into my chair. 'I'll have a breakdown when I'm off the clock.... oh speaking of how long till Francis is here 11 55 he's late.... of course just making my day wors- never mind night is better' there he was passing an ID and entry form i already had his folder out and checked it over intensely giving a little sigh.

"mh, hello doorman you seem worked up tonight"

"haha yeah just some difficult doppelgängers, ya know"

"ha yeah uh.... I've been meaning to ask, would you like to get food sometime"

i opened the door for him and smiled wearily giving the correct paper back to the real Francis.

"yeah that would be nice have a goodnight Francis"

okay finally over Jesus Christ this took way longer than i wanted it to take becuse i have got another 3 fics stacked and schoolwork so I'm glad its over but i still don't know how to end this shit sorry if my writing sucks :]

extra note: brownie points if people spotted the heathers reference

#thats not my neighbor #doppleganger #francis mosses #tnmn milkman #tnmn doorman #doppelgänger Francis mosses #francis x reader #tnmn francis mosses

[cody-helix02]

HBOWAR Fandom Q/A

I forgot to say THANKS FOR THE TAG @sharkboyandlavalieb

Name: Cody

Country: Germany (unfortunatly atm)

Which of the series have you seen:

All except MOTA but I am gonna watch it!

Use an Emoji or one word to describe your favorite character in an hbowar miniseries:

BoB: Wild

tP: Curls

Gk: Raspy

Mota: Meatball

Ultimate Ship:

I got none but I can tell ya some I like...Cobb/Hoobler or Grant/Liebgott/Talbert or Tipper/Liebgott or Andy/Eddie oooor well...the list goes on hehe

Favourite Fic:

Sorry to disappoint but I can't pick a fav and I am bad at remembering them BUT @latibvles or @almost-a-class-act or @bobparkhurst WRITE AMAZING FICS GO CHECK THEM OUT!

What are some ways you interact in the fandom ?:

Eh I am on a few discords, comment or scream in peoples tags on tumblr, give kudos or comment on fics, also do some art...if that counts lol

Favorite Colour:

Eehh lets just say green...

Current favorite song:

I got none but I am telling you guys the last one I listened to for more then 3 hours which was "Suzume" by RADWIMPS and Toaka

What would you say if I held up a can of peaches ?

It's a can of peaches sir but I got the god damn runs and you had to get peaches ?!

Complete this sentence:

"Where the hell is F company ?!" Well we lost them... "Again ?!"

Other accounts or socials:

I got an insta: Cody_mercy_

List one other fandom member (mutual or follower you admire) for some appreciation:

Damn uuuuhhh @mutantmanifesto MAKES ABSOLUTLY FUCKIN AMAZING ART PLEASE CHECK THEM OUT! INSANE STUFF! I LOVE IT!

Tags: @lewis-winters @speirtons @mash-the-buttons @multifandomlover01 @bobparkhurst @latibvles @fayestardust only if ya guys want!

#hbo war #tag game #q and a #this was so stressfull on mobile #I hate this app

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

ALLEGEDLY???

apparently i've never told this story before okay so a few years ago myself, my fiancee, and a mutual friend went downtown to drink at the gay bars. eventually we end up at this rly tiny ramen noodle bar and the bartender was going in HARD for me but i guess i was just not picking up anything.

he would give me free drinks and i would be like "oh no thank u (:" bc i don't like hard liquor, i'm a soft baby bitch who can only get fucked up on sweet fruit frozen drinks. so then it kinda became a game where he'd give me a drink to try and i'd sip it, say "ew", and then he'd grab my hand and refuse to let me put it down until i finished the whole thing.

anyways we're all teetering buzzed/drunk by then and i don't remember who made the comment but i know that i was like "bitch i love shibari (japanese robe tying) so fucking much" and the bartender was like "well, i've got some rope in my car, if you wanna give it a go ;)" and bitch i JUMPED up ready to FUCKING GO, grabbing my coat, absolutely about to follow this man to a dark parking lot for him to tie me up, i'm telling him like "yeah yeah yeah lets do it" i am so fucking down

well my fiancee apparently thought it would be better that i didn't end up on a true crime podcast that night and was like "uuuuhhh actually we're gonna get going" and had to drag me out of the bar while i was complaining the whole time bc what a fucking killjoy am i right?

would he have actually kidnapped and killed me? whomst is to say. she was convinced he would have but as far as i'm concerned i didn't have to pay for any gross drinks and i missed out on getting my titties tied

#ask #alsolucakairomi #she's also my ex fiancee now which is unrelated #inb4 anyone says anything we've always had an open relationship so no this was not me openly cheating on her or anything

[weird-dere-writes]

Good morning! I love you💖

I am humbly requesting more Ichidere lore please. 🙏🏾

Where do you guys live?

Do you have any pets?

Who cooks more?

Who cleans more?

Do you guys want babiessss?

I need to know MORE.

Good morrow, Sunflower :3 🫶🏾💛💛💛

I would love to talk about more Ichidere lore with u uwu <3.

Where do you guys live?

We live in a nice house in Japan with a gate in the front. It's a large one story abode with a pretty garden. It is quite licherally this house, but i hate the front of that house so we're gonna pretend the outside looks like the one below.

also below are a few photos from angles not included in the link :3

Do you have any pets?

To be honest I never really thought about this one before 👀. But i think it would be nice to have at least one owo. And y'know what our pet would be??? A HEDGEHOG. Specifically an African Pygmy Hedgehog (the ones people have as pets!). THEY ARE MY FAVORITE LITTLE GUYS EVER!! 🥺🦔

(if i could have one as a pet irl i SO would, but it is not allowed in my state RIP).

Look at these little GUYS!!!! LOOK AT HIM STANCE :((((( <3

AND IF I GOT AN ALBINO HEDGIE AND NAMED HIM KATSUKI???? FUSSY LITTLE DUDE WHO HISSES A LOT??? (Their hisses are literally just aggressive sniffing btw lmao they are SOOOOOO cute)

LOOK AT HIM EEP 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺. And hedgie snores are so fuckin adorable 😭

Who cooks more?

I'd say we come pretty close to cooking the same amount! But I think I cook just sliiiiightly more. Also I do some baking, which he doesn't tend to do owo.

But I like the idea of us spending time in the kitchen together <3

Like maybe sometimes he'll help me bake or we both experiment when making a meal together.

I also also looooove the idea of him teaching me how to make more Japanese or Asian foods! Since, coming from America, I of course grew up making more western foods and Americanized Asian foods.

AUGH imagining his first time trying so many of the foods I love. Like Black soul foods I grew up eating 🥺. And he just loves them so much. So when the seasons are right we work together to go hunting for the needed ingredients which aren't as easy to come by in Japan 🥺🥺🥺.

Also idk about his spice tolerance but uuuuhhh... If it ain't too great we're gonna have to get them numbers up 👀👀👀👀👀 LMAO little by little uwu

Who cleans more?

We both clean, but I feel like I take care of the smaller things and let Ichigo take care of the bigger things if that makes sense?

Like I keep our kitchen pretty clean. There are never dishes in the sink on my watch. And I'm always wiping down the counters n table after someone eats. I also wipe down our sinks and mirrors in the bathroom with each use. Vacuum rooms in the house every once in a while.

I know how to clean the showers and toilets, but I tend to procrastinate on it bc its so much WORK, so Ichi usually takes care of it. Sweeping and mopping the whole house is something we do together, but because it's also so big a task I typically kinda avoid doing it for long periods. So Ichigo usually has to initiate it.

We both take care of the garbage, but most times I am gathering everything inside that needs to be taken out then Ichi is the one to bring it outside (bc i am a somewhat a germaphobe hELP).

As far as laundry, Ichi washes his clothes more often and I wash the bedsheets more often. A bitch will procrastinate the hell out of washing and putting away her own clothes AUGH. So Ichi makes it an activity we do together so it isn't as painful enourhnuiohbneiokr.

Do you guys want babiessss?

Yes indeed we do want babies <333333

Since most of this talk has been surrounding the proposal, they have not come yet BUT in the ichidere selfshipping multiverse, over the years I've been building it, he and I have come to have 5 kids in total :3

You can learn a little more belowwwwww uwu + mention of the kiddies (amongst other ichidere nuggets) + baby names! + Ichigo as a dad (amongst other nuggets about him)

Thank you for stopping by to learn more uwu. Your hunger for my self ship is so so encouraging for sharing my self indulgence <33333.

Kith 😘💋💋💋💋

#ichidere #kweenkatsuki fics 🌸 #twy’s inbox 💌

[aobawilliams]

🎙🎀🤲

[Let’s Get ((REAL)) fic writer asks]

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

I uuuuhhh honestly don't care?? Like yes it would be an honor but also I generally don't listen to podfic and don't really look into it in general.

(That said, because it's worth saying, I always expect people to contact me directly (whether via comments or through tumblr or whatever) if they want to add my work to collection or if they wanted to do a podfic or anything like that? I mean Fanart you don't need to contact me before but you have to tell me about it because omg I'd die and also talk about it forever and ever but anyway call me old fashioned but I just think it's the kind of thing you should ask first??? thats just weird personal hang up things)

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

I am very funny. Hilarious even. The funniest person in the area.

For real any jokes cater to one person specifically and that person is me.

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

I'd say I get a fic. But that'd implies I actually get any writing finished-

More seriously first of all I get to make friends. The fanfiction to Eeby Deeby pipeline is real and that's how I got there (in a convoluted way). And I get the happy butterflies whenever people interact with my work/me, like asking questions and leaving comments and me answering and all of that like ngl that's most of the reason I'm doing it.

#cro answers #yellowo #lets get real fic writer asks #i've been lazy about answering comments lately (and I am so so so sorry about that) but whenever I get one I just go !!!!!!!!!!!!! #they're my dopamine my everything in this world #especially when they're constructed thoughts #(also sorry but kudos just dont do it as much for me) #(theyre great and i use them too but its not the same) #(also now im feeling bad again for all those great fics i didnt leave comments because i am very tired)

[birds-nest-on-the-roof]

Clint and the bird

Clint is dead set on impressing Emily and gets himself a pet bird. But it don't go as he hoped it would. So Clint is just making a fool out of himself, as usual. 

It's a slow night at the saloon. Most of the customers have gone home by now, but you still linger, aiming to finish your drink and then calling it a night. You sit by the bar together with Clint whom you had practically forced out of his designated seat in the corner. It had earlier  taken him a while (and quite a few drinks) before he could muster up to join you in conversing with Gus and Emily (the issue probably being talking with Emily).

But for the moment Gus had walked off to the back and Emily was having a chat with Pam, so it was just you and Clint at your end of the bar. You feel contempt in the moment, taking sips of your drink, when you hear whining coming from the left of you. You look over at your side and see Clint hunched over at the bar making strange sounds. 

"Eh, Clint? Are you alright?" Clint makes another strange sound and then shoots up from his hunched position. 

"I'm soooo looonly, I have noone." 

"Well, I'm here if you need to talk."

"No, that's not what I mean! I'll go home and have no one there waiting for me. How do you do it? You have no one either!" 

"I have my cats, you know! Ever considering getting a pet?" 

"If only…" Clint looks dreamily over at Emily who just in that moment turns around. Clint's eyes widen and his head makes such a fast turn that you think his head is going to fly off. 

"Soo, what are you guys talking about?" Emily comes back over to you with a cheerful smile. Clint must have sobered up slightly because he is back to a blushing and blabbering mess. 

"We were just discussing whether or not Clint should get a pet." You answer, side eyeing Clint.

"Oh you definitely should! I can recommend getting a bird! They are great company and you always have someone to talk to! Oh I know! I'm going to Zuzu City tomorrow. You should come with! I know just the right animal shelter.”

"You… and me?! Like a… just you and me?" Clint gulps loudly while being a blushing mess. 

“You should come too Y/N! The more the merrier!" Emily exclaims. 

"I'd love to.” You say and Clint lets out a breath of relief. 

"Oh well, my shift is over! See you guys tomorrow at the bus station!" 

The animal shelter definitely tugs at your heart a little more than you anticipated. The rows of cages with dogs, cats and many other animals looking up at you as you pass makes your heart ache. You hold yourself back to not adopt any more animals in need and decide that if you find an animal that looks all too sad you are going to force it on Clint. 

The lady working presents herself as Hazel, her bright orange overalls sticks in your eyes when she walks around telling you about all the different animals and how they ended up here. You, Emily and Clint walk past one cat in particular, an old white cat with only one eye, that you wonder if Clint might be a little interested in. Hazel tells you that this one comes from the streets and is old, no one wants to get old animals so he has been here awhile. 

"Yeaaah, awful isn't it! But were you looking for any animal in particular?" Hazel asks after a while of looking. 

"Uuuuhhh uhhhh…. Birds?" 

"Oh, that is just around the corner!" She shows you three over to a part of the shelter designated to different types of birds. 

"Oh what about this one? Clint, what do you think?" Emily points out one with gorgeous purple and blue colored feathers. 

"I'll take that one." Clint exclaims and the worker takes the birds out of his cage. She holds it in her hands before handing it to Clint. He lets the bird stomp around in his hands. 

"Oh! How cute you two are!" Emily pets the bird with two fingers and the bird chirps happily. Clint tries doing the same but he holds the bird a little too close to his face so the bird flaps its wings in his face in protest. 

"If you've never taken care of a bird before they could be a little bit getting used to. Especially that one." Hazel laughs. “His name is Blue.”

“Yeah, but if you ever need any help with Blue, you can just come and ask.” Emily offers and Clint blushes profusely. “Do you sell bird treats here too? I was thinking of bringing home something to my parrot.” 

As Hazel and Emily walk off, you hold Clint back. He looks back at you with a quizzical look. 

“Are you sure a bird is really what you should get?” You keep your voice down to make sure Emily and Hazel won't hear you. 

“Definitely, it's like Hazel said, it's just a bit getting used to. And Emily offered to help, this bird is a great conversation starter!” Clint whispers back to you. 

“Are you just doing this to get closer to Emily?” 

“No! I… I really liked the idea of having a pet and getting closer to Emily, it's a win win.” You sigh as you follow Clint back to Emily and Hazel so he can fill in his papers to adopt the bird.  

On the way out you start a discussion with Emily over the new second hand store that opened just around the block. You decide on a quick peak while Clint waits outside. While you walk around you throw an eye out the window and catch how Clint puts his finger in the cage and the bird pinches it. Causing Clint to flinch and pull out his finger. You sigh and hold back a laugh and wonder if getting him a pet really was a good idea. 

It has been a few days since going to Zuzu city with Clint and Emily. Whenever you have met him and Emily at the saloon he has talked loudly about how good friends and close he and the bird has become. So you figured your suspicions were uncalled for and decided to not check up on him and the bird since it's going so well. 

But to your surprise Clint stands outside your house one, all too early morning. It is still dark out as you rub any sleep out of your eyes looking back at Clint who himself is a total mess. He stands on your porch still wearing his pajamas, he has just thrown a robe on, venting about the bird. 

“You need to help me! I can't get anything done with that bird. It screams all night so I don't get any sleep. It lands in any food I make and who knows where that little rascal has been with his feet and if it can't get any worse it flies around like crazy so I can't get any work done. You must help me! I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't work. I'm going insane!”

“Just return him.”

“I can't! What will Emily think!” 

“You know, this would have been a lot easier if you'd just come clean to her in the store to begin with and not made everything worse by professing your love to blue at the Saloon.”

“I know, I know. Can you take it? Just a little bit.” 

“Sorry Clint, the only way to solve this is to come clean and return the bird. I'm sure that if you explain everything to Emily she will understand. She wont hold a grudge against you, I'm sure.” 

"I guess… Are you free today? Can you come with me to return the little demon?” 

“Sure.” You say and sigh internally knowing your plans for the day are put on hold. 

Back in the shelter you find Hazel wandering around tending to the animals. But this time she has earbuds in and dont notice you at first. She continues to feed the animals and swaying her hips. When she spots you she stops and looks at you thinking for a moment. 

"Aha! You were here just a few days ago. Haha, didn't work out for you huh.” She laughs and points to the cage. 

“Nooo…It didn't.” You say slowly squinting your eyes at her, but she just wanders off. 

“Well, you're not the first to return him alright. Don't worry. Do you want to exchange him for someone else or just want your money back?”

“I want my money back. Don't think it's good to rush into something like this.” Clint admits. 

“Alright, I will just need to go to the back, I will be back in just a moment.” And with that she wanders off. 

You shrug at Clint and take a look around. Some new pets have come in and some are still here from last time. You walk over to the toy aisle looking for something for your cats. Just when you have picked out a remote controlled mouse you hope won't freak out your cats you hear Clint call for you. You follow his voice over to a cage with the same old cat you know Clint was eying last time. He wakes up when you get there and slowly looks up at you and Clint. 

“What do you think about him?” Clint eyes dart between you and the cat multiple times. 

“I like him! How do you feel about having a cat?”

“Better I think? He doesn't seem like he does much.” 

“Aha, looking at old Jerry over here.” Hazel comes back holding a few papers. 

“Yeah, what's he like?” 

“Slow, keeps mostly to himself. But he is a very good and kind cat, never scratches. Right old man!” She says and opens the cage door to scratch his head. He purrs loudly. She then takes him out and puts him on the floor for you and Clint to pet him. 

“I quite like him.” 

“Then get him!” Hazel urges and Clint gives you a look for your opinion. 

“If you feel that it's right you should get him.” 

“Alright, I'll take him.” 

“Then it's settled, I'll go and put together everything you need.” The woman walks off once again. 

“Yeah, after this we won't be back!” You shout after her.

“I sure hope not!” She shouts back. 

You decide to walk with Clint for a bit hoping the saloon has opened to go and order something. Traveling all day and missing lunch has taken its toll and your tummy is rumbling loudly. When you and Clint pass Pieres store you spot Emily walking in the distance on her way to start working at the saloon. You nudge Clint and nod in her direction. 

“Ah! Don't let her see me!” But just as he says that she looks up and you lock eyes with her. She looks a bit surprised but smiles. Before she has the time to get to you two you lean over to Clint and whispers: 

“Tell her the truth!” 

“Hey guys, what do you have there Clint? Finding another friend?”

“Actually, Emily, I returned the bird. It just didn't work out.” Clint says and puts his head down. 

“What really? Well, sometimes some things aren't just meant to be and his soul just wasn't connected to yours. It was a good thing you returned him! He hasn't found who is ment for him just yet.”

“Same applies to you Clint. Hopefully it's this little thing.” You say and look down at Jerry who has snuggled up in his cat carrier. 

"Oh, what a cutie. I get the vibe you two are a much better fit actually.” Emily smiles before she looks back at the saloon. “Well, I have to go.” 

“Yeah, I have an order to put in.” You say and Emily laughs. You part with Clint and his cat and follow Emily to the saloon. 

While you wait for your food you hope that the bird finds a home just like Jerry did with Clint, You with your cats and Emily with her parrot. There is always someone for you out there. You just never know when or how you will meet them.

#stardew valley #stardew emily #stardew valley emily #stardew valley farmer #stardew farmer #stardew clint #stardew valley clint #sdv #sdv emily #sdv clint #sdv farmer

[pitty-aegis-parlor]

Thoughts on:

Ethan

Kris

Lyra

Brendan

May

Lucas

Dawn

Hilbert

Hilda

Nate

Rosa

Callem

Serena

Elio

Selene

Victor

Gloria

Florian

Juliana

Ooc: these are all the player characters besides Red and Leaf

Uuuuhhh that’s a lot of people… dunno if I’ll be able to give my opinions on them all… let alone the others also joining in on their opinions.

I play Pokémon and watch the anime, should I give my opinions?

Oh, yes please Mythra!

‘Kay then, let’s begin the experiment subjective opinions.

Ethan: Uhh I guess cool?

Kris: Has badass drip. Damn shame she didn’t come back in the remakes.

Lyra: Pretty cool despite her replacing Kris. She looks similar to Mario in terms of clothing.

Brendan: Who?

May: Yooo it’s her, the absolute character ever! Loved her in the anime!

Lucas: Has the same name as the kid I really feel bad for. Read the manga so I know he’s very chill and as gluttonous as a Munchlax.

Dawn: Her sibling-like friendship dynamic with Ash is really cool, and I love that she has a subplot separate from him with multiple, distinct rivals of hers to challenge.

Hilbert: His name is just… I dunno why his name is really lame! His character design on the other hand looks really cool.

Hilda: The pink-haired, axe-wielding girl from Fodlan who just loaf’s around all day? Just kidding I’m talking about another Hilda. Don’t have much strong feelings on this one though, outside of the fact her jackets cool.

Nate: I read Big Nate. That’s all I have to say really.

Calem: Imagine existing in the same region as Serena and expecting to be even a quarter as popular as her?

Serena: Yooo it’s her, the extremely popular gal everyone loves! She’s pretty cool and nice, she reminds me heavily of my sis. And yes, I ship her with Ash!

Elio: Silly dude who just want’s to chill out in Alola. Can you blame him?

Selene: Taking away her glove world hat is one of the gravest among many sins committed by the USUM games! 🖕

Victor: Why do I have a felling that when I have a kid with Rex, our child will end up looking like him?

Gloria: Literally me, and I mean that in her canon and fanon depictions of her.

Florian and Juliana: I don’t play barely finished, glitchy messes of games. They are also completely dripless.

Ash: The most guy ever. Proud of him for finally becoming world champion!

Liko and Roy: Absolute goobers who don’t deserve even a quarter of the hate they get.

Anyway’s that my opinions on all the Mc’s of Pokemon, I hope you enjoyed that.

#ask pitty parlor #super smash ultimate #super smash bros #mythra #pit kid icarus #pokemon #pokémon #long post

[cyberneticnightmares]

I have actually been losing my mind over ACFD recently; like, my hyperfixation on FNaF has extended to include your fanfic, which I think is very funny. I think looking through your posts about your OC Ricky was really the catalyst for that. He is very much who I imagine now while reading your story, and I can't wait to learn more about him, whether through the fanfic itself or any posts you make about him.

So, TLDR, I just wanted to let you know that not only does ACFD live in my head rent-free, but so does Ricky. I care for him very deeply.

Hey not to be dramatic or anything but uhhhh wow. It always makes me super happy when people say they're enjoying ACFD but like—seeing Ricky get love even tho Ricky-is-the-MC is cataloged only on here because I don't want to ruin the illusion for everyone reading is????? He's my specialist boy and I'm over the fucking moon that he's part of the whole experience for you!!!!!

I have a whole lore post on him that's been sitting in my drafts since mid-November but I can't drop it or else it'll spoil the rest of the fic so uuuuhhh maybe one day. BUT THANK YOU. ♡♡♡

#answered. #Anonymous #do not be fooled i read this message like an hour ago but i had to run downstairs like a cat with zoomies to yell at my roommates about it. #ACFD chatter #ricky tag

[teecupangel]

I wanna hear the Altair blorbo origin story

Alright, nonny. You asked for it. Let me tell you in my own long-winded ramble-y way how Altaïr became my blorbo. (and a sorta summary of my experience with AC games I guess)

(It got long because I wrote how I got my first few AC games 'cause I always found it funny. If you want to just know how Altaïr became my blorbo, search for "by 'accident' ", yes, with the single quotes, those who wants to learn how my awkwardness got me to buying a lot of second-hand AC games all in one go, read on)

It all started... well, a couple of years back. My family and I went to this bigass mall because my sister thought it would be cheaper if we buy Christmas presents for our relatives there as things there were usually cheaper (it was not anymore) and I was given free rein to go wherever I want alone for an hour or so. The thing about this mall is that it has a big section that is just filled with second-hand video games so I went there, just to check what cheap game I could buy that I won't play anyway (and also maybe find a COD that we don't have yet that I can give to my father as a present). At this point, the PS3 is pretty much dead so PS3 games were cheap and I just got a PS3 like a year ago or so.

Anyway, so I just looking around, my primary 'target' was any JRPGs I haven't bought yet when I got to this stall. I don't remember which AC game they had but I think it was either Brotherhood or Revelations? Just, one of the middle PS3 games. So that made me remember how my best friend and childhood friend both liked the series and how I really liked watching my brother play Prince of Persia on our PS2 (may it rest in peace) so I asked the dude manning the store if he has more AC games. He was like "wait" and I'm just standing there awkwardly, watching this man check like three boxes filled with PS3 games. I was just thinking of getting AC1 and maybe AC2 to try it out but this man was checking every game they have and then he looks at me and went "if I find all of them, you'll buy them?" and I was like "uuuuhhh... sure....?" because he was really looking for them and I felt bad and awkward.

So this man placed I think Revelations and Brotherhood on the box of PS3 games in front of me and told me, "Wait here."

Then he left his goddamn stall and went to the next stall???

The owner of the other stall went to his stall and told me, "Oh, miss, just wait for a bit."

And I don't even know if they own both stalls or if this dude asked his neighboring stall to man his store while he goes to the other stalls in this section of the mall. I swear he went to every stall and I'm just awkwardly waiting there, blaming my awkward self for this weird situation.

It probably took 10ish minutes or so and he came back saying, "Sorry, miss, I couldn't find Rogue."

And I thought 'Yes! That's my out! I agreed to buy them only if he found all!'

But then he placed the AC 1, 2, Brotherhood, Revelations, and 3 in front of me and said, "But these are really good games."

So I was like, "Oh, okay. I'll buy these."

And internally I'm like 'ohmygod, this is why you should never shop alone, you dumbass'

So I bought second-hand AC games by 'accident' and, when we got home, I started AC1 just to check if it was working.

At this point, I should probably tell you that the only things I know about Assassin's Creed back then were:

Ezio's hot and I am obligated to love him because of my best friend

Leonardo Da Vinci must be hugged at all costs (although I didn't know that she meant it was a QTE thing)

You can whack people with a broom and it sounds like a hammer

Desmond dies in the end (and, ooohh boy, I had to comfort my best friend when this happened and I did not know anything about Desmond or AC back then)

Oh! And Lucy dies somewhere in the middle and it's supposed to be 'wtf'.

Anyway, so the PS3 installs it then I started to play it just to check if it really works.

.............

............

About 3 hours in and I was still playing it.

I actually didn't know anything about AC1. I only knew about Ezio because of my best friend so I wasn't expecting anything. The thing about past!me is that I was primarily a JRPG player and my favorite were turn-based RPGs. The only stealth game I ever played was Metal Gear Solid and I sucked at it. So the parkouring and social stealth mechanics were brand new to me. I know that a lot of people would say AC1 wasn't as polished as AC2 or that there is a lot of QoL missing in it that should have been implemented and, yeah, those are all true but, as someone whose main gaming background in parkouring was Drakengard 3's platforming? It was fun.

AC1 was fun.

And I love the setting because I love history. I love the modern-day setup too because:

Desmond is voiced by Nolan North and I love him as Captain Walker in Spec Ops the Line so I was instantly in love with Desmond (and knowing he was going to die meant that I was on the 'Desmond deserves better' bandwagon even though I haven't even finished AC1 yet back then)

I love sci-fi in general and I enjoy stories that make me go "wait, what?" so this whole "we're using the memory of your DNA to watch your ancestor's memories" made me love it just for how ridiculous of a premise it is

So, yeah, I love AC1.

Just one caveat: WHY IS THERE NO SUBTITLES??? WHO THOUGHT THAT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA????????

Annnyyywwwaaaayyyy. I went from just trying it out to pausing whatever game I was playing during that time and just blazing through the entirety of AC1 game. I learned it had no trophies on the PS3 so I didn't have to do any of the collecting thingies unless it was mandatory and, yeah, it got repetitive but I was enjoying the places Altaïr went to and all this "you know nothing" mystery about his targets were interesting for me.

But here's the thing.

Altaïr wasn't my blorbo then.

He was just there. He was okay as a character and I did like his redemption arc but...

My favorite in AC1 (other than Desmond who got that title because Nolan North) was... Malik.

Then I played AC Revelations last year.

And I realized that, as much as I like playing as Ezio, my favorite parts of Revelations were Altaïr's memory seals. Seeing how he went from this arrogant jerk to a more cautious knowledgeable man.

Then Altaïr used the Apple to try and kill Swarmi and I was like "Oh?".

Then Altaïr killed Abbas by creating a freaking gun during the 13th century and I was like "ohmygod, what???" (I knew he made the specs for the hidden gun but I thought that was like, just, sketches and stuff. I didn't think he would actually make a working version of it and also, where the hell is that gun by Ezio's time???)

And then Darim said "All that is good in me, began with you, Father. and I cried.

With just a few scenes in Revelations, I fell in love with Altaïr as a character but I didn't necessarily think of him as my favorite. But the more I play the other AC games, the more I missed him.

I missed the kind of Assassin he was.

By the time I finished Valhalla, I was messaging my childhood friend about how I missed Altaïr and how I wanted to play as him again. He was surprised because when he asked me after I finished all the OG AC games how I would rank all the AC MCs, I had put Altaïr in the middle with Edward Kenway as my no 1 protagonist. (Desmond doesn't count)

But then I started playing Origin which I thought was pretty good. Then Odyssey... then Valhalla...

The more AC veers away from the stealth-focused games, the more I missed being an actual Assassin in an Assassin's Creed game. And the one character that I missed the most, the character I thought about when I think Assassin was Altaïr.

And talking to my childhood friend made me realize...

Oh, fuck, Altaïr is my Assassin's Creed blorbo.

(considering Assassin's Creed is also the first stealth game I actually played AND finished, I guess you can say that Altaïr was my 'first' and you never forget your first)

#tldr odyssey and valhalla made me realize i love altaïr and the kind of assassin that he was #ask and answer #this also shows how awkward i am in real life #altaïr is my blorbo but desmond is my baby girl #teecup rants