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whoever this beloved anon was I am so touched by your kindness! You definitely didn’t have to do this but I am so happy you enjoy this idea and I will happily expand upon it for you!
this is just a collection of word vomit bullet points for the time being but I will happily answer any and all questions about this pair!!
warnings: violence, angst, child death (Sarah Miller), foul language, the same warnings that apply to tlou, reader is Sarah's mom and described as having similar features to her. 
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So the general Idea is that you and Joel are happily married before the outbreak. 
You had been Sarah's mother, his high school sweetheart he got pregnant when neither of you were old enough to have any reaction to the pregnancy test other than a fucking panic attack in one another’s arms. but you made it work 
you both worked but made time for one another and your sweet girl, going to museums every other weekend and joel insisting on swooping you off for a date every now and then 
nothing special. He knows you’re more of a diner gal than anything too fancy that makes you both feel out of place. 
On his birthday in 2003, you had planned to tell him that you were pregnant again. But the memories of your own fears of motherhood from all those years ago begin to swirl through your head again and you get cold feel. deciding to tell him the morning after
it is his birthday afterall, you want to focus on him. 
but when you’re woken up in the middle of the night because tommy needs to get bailed out, Joel kisses you sweetly one last time before promising he’ll be back and you can’t shake the feeling that something bad is happening. 
its you that shakes sarah awake that night. shouting at her to put on her shoes when she’s still rubbing the sleep from her eyes because you’ve been listening to the radio for the past two hours, calling joel again and again and again praying for him to fucking pick up but to no avail. 
Sarah, bless your little girl’s bleeding heart is the one who insists you check on the adler’s against your better suspicions and when you find the eldest looming over her daughter, blood and sinew dripping from her mouth, you grab your daughter hand and burst into a full sprint until something slams into your back and sends you tumbling onto their front lawn
its how joel finds you, struggling to keep the once sweet old woman, whose now nothing more than dead eyes and gnashing teeth straining to snap at your pulse point as you push against her while sarah shrieks before your husband runs forward and cracks her skull with a wrench. 
there’s hardly a moment of pause, just enough for him to pull you up and into his arms before he’s ushering you both into the car with an urgency. 
when the truck crashes, you get separated from them. Perhaps at Tommy’s side when the flames rise and create a wall, separating you from your husband, or maybe pulled into the mob of chaos when trying to escape from those already infected-
all joel knows is that you promise you’ll find him: just get sarah to safety and you’ll meet him at the river
Poor thing is already so frightened, held in her father’s arms with tears streaming down her face insisting they can’t leave you they just can’t but her father kisses her forehead and reassures her its going to be okay 
“we just need to be brave, okay babygirl? Your mama’s real tough, she’s gonna be alright.” 
he isn’t sure if he’s saying it to his daughter or himself. 
but when he comes to the river you aren’t there. Only a soldier who points a gun at the scared little girl in his arms and then he loses everything
its when the light is gone from his daughter’s eyes that he realizes. His voice cracked and raw from sobbing that he looks around to see his brother with drawn in shoulders and tears in his eyes but his wife is nowhere to be found. 
Tommy says you got lost in the chaos. Everything was so loud, so sudden that he turned around and suddenly you weren’t there. 
Joel wants to go back but its Tommy that stops him, that dulls the red in his vision to a sad faded pink because his brother points at the orange horizon not too far from them, so much of the city is already in flames. 
“We’re gonna find her, but not there.” 
So Joel searches. for the first year spent in the world post-outbreak its all he did. 
He became a smuggler because of it. 
Information came at a price and he needed to be able to fucking pay it, whether it be in blood or ration cards. He was willing to do anything to find you or any thin thread that lead your way. 
But it’s Tommy that asks him to give up. Not in those words of course. 
The youngest Miller knows better than to say something so cruel that would make his brother, the only person he has in this world turn on him. 
But his voice is worried when he asks him one night in Boston when he hasn’t even had the chance to wash the blood from his knuckles 
“You think she would have wanted this for you?” 
the fight that followed his words was brutal. Vicious insults and scarred fists slamming against each brother until they're both too tired and bloody to continue. Each leaning against a wall for support and Tommy’s wavering voice breaking the silence. 
“I don’t know where she is, Joel. But I do know you're gonna get yourself killed if you keep lookin’ for her.” 
All he can do is nod. 
It’s a few days later when he meets Tess. Who has heard plenty of stories about the elder miller’s brutality and wants him to put that muscle to good use for some extra profit. 
It begins his new life. One that empty and cold but one he can live. 
Until of course, Ellie comes along. The sweet and incredibly opinionated girl that makes him become something akin to the man he thought died twenty years ago. 
its when he’s traveling with Ellie, that it happens. When a warm familiarity has settled between the two because so much blood and pain has been shared he can’t help but see her as something close, something bright even though all he can force himself to utter in her reference is “cargo” 
when theyre traveling through the woods as Ellie chatters away, probing his memory about a movie that may or may not have existed thirty years ago because her descriptions of the plot are incredibly odd he hears a voice shout for them to stop and finds himself staring at a man- no, a boy- pointing a gun at them. 
Ellie stills, but Joel can see enough to know that from the lanky figure and dimpled face that he’s young. Maybe twenty, twenty-two at the oldest, but his eyes dart from Joel to Ellie with a pinprick of fear that allows Joel the time to charge forward and slam him to the ground before wrestling the gun from his hands. 
He has enough to time to tuck it under the stranger’s chin before he hears the sound of the safety being turned off and finds himself looking up and seeing a gun just inches from his face. 
Joel’s head whips around when Ellie’s voice calls out his name in fear, he turns to see another stranger holding her a gun point, shoulders drawn back and a shadow cast over their face by the had obstructing their identity. 
“You hurt one of mine, I hurt one of yours. That a fair deal?” 
Its takes him a moment to recognize you. It’s been so long since he’s heard your voice, the sweet tease when you would poke at him each time he woke up late despite the fact that you reminded him to set his alarm the night before, the times you’d chide him with a harsh “Joel Miller!” whispered in public anytime he was able to grab you a bit too passionately to be appropriate in public but the laughter in your voice let him know you were never truly mad at him. You didn’t know how to be. 
But that sweetness is buried under a cold rasp that cuts through the air as you point a rifle at the scared little girl in front of you.
“You think I won’t?” You’re older now, skin covered in scars from a life he didn’t know you got the chance to live and your eyes are cold as they regard your husband. “Put the gun down and get the fuck off of him, I won’t repeat myself.” 
Joel mumbles your name in awe. The woman he loved, the woman he mourned the one he fought so hard to find stands before him like some sort of hallucination and suddenly the world feels like its spinning until you bark orders at him again. 
“You’ve got five seconds Joel, make a fucking choice before I make it for you.” 
He looks down and realizes the boy under him, the one with the bleeding nose and snarling face has your eyes and his dimples. 
“One.” 
The one above him has Sarah’s hair. Soft brown curls that shine under the sun. 
“Two”
Wait. No, they both do.
“Three.” 
Twins. Jesus fucking Christ you had twins. 
“Four.” 
Joel holds the rifle up above his head and the one boy standing snatches it from his grasp, tossing it to the ground and kicking it far from his reach. He slowly stands, allowing your son- dear god your son- to scramble to his feet. 
Your voice softens just for a moment. “You okay, Duke?” 
Blood stains the bottom half of his face from where Joel slammed his fist into the boy’s nose just moments before, but he nods nonetheless. 
Now, they both stand on one side of you and he can see the resemblance clear as day the same way he would whenever Sarah was by your side.
When you order him to hand over his bag, he does so without question before telling Ellie to do the same. 
She watches him with wide eyes, her hands still up in the air but gaping at her companion as if he had grown a second head. 
“Joel!” “Just do it, alright?”
He doesn’t miss the way you watch their interaction with narrowed eyes until she tosses her bag to you and you slowly lower your gun. 
“Now, you want to tell me what the fuck you think you’re doin’ at my home?” 
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#i had an idea of something similar for tommy but on outbreak night he uh. abandons you instead of getting separated from you#because. angst :D#people say nice things#this was incredibly generous of you anon thank you so so much!#i may get myself a little starbucks drink this week now because I havent had starbucks since like january 1st lol#joel reeling from taking in all this information and also realizing he suckerpunched HIS OWN KID#id like to apologize for all the grammatical issues with this. this is just a bulletpoint word vomit to get my thoughts on the page before-#-beginning the actual fic. also I have to do a midterm tonight and this is my treat to myself hehe#but yes. joel getting separated from his wife on outbreak night and having to accept that shes probably dead#meanwhile youve lived this entire life without him because you think HES dead ad raising your boys all on your own#which just- further digs into his insecurities about failing in his role as a protector#he couldn't save sarah. he can't save ellie and he couldn't even save you#he thinks about you pregnant and alone. fending for yourself in a world full of infected and raiders and his chest grows tight again#this is all followed by Ellie going >:O 'you KNOW THIS PSYCHO?'and then joel immediately snapping at her to WATCH HER MOUTH#because that kid has no filter and he has to explain that youre his wife#anyways joels wife is a badass mfer who also maybe has a little garden and some chickens that you and your boys take care of <3 yeah .#reunion tag#ill be using that for this specific couple because I dont have a fic title yet but if anybody has suggestions!
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kedreeva · 6 months
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I saw this and now I’m imagining it with peafowl going in normal and then coming out of the haunted house with fluffed up necks
Perfection
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whetstonefires · 24 days
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Okay first of all I want to say that you are doing the most incredibly mdzs meta and I love all of it. You do SUCH a great job of remembering themes and everyone actual characterizations. Like, I think you're the only person doing yzy metas (that I enjoy, at least).
Also that wei wuxian as naruto meta? beautiful, wonderful, I wheezed at the thought of wei wuxian doing a sailor moon friendship beam attack.
Awww thank you! Lmao it's very pleasant to have a scream hole for my thoughts that contains other people who can scream back, especially because most of them are nice about it.
Oh man, Yu Ziyuan meta, I definitely feel like the audience is not there but I have so many thoughts. She has like four entire scenes and she's shaped like a cliche but she's got so much psychological depth and is handled with a compassion that doesn't imo attempt to excuse her bullshit, just make it coherent. That's pretty rare.
Which, I guess I can see why that doesn't get a lot of fandom reverb but.
Anyway, thank you for validating! Excellent way to increase the odds I will make more.
All that said: oh my god the Naruto post. I'm. This all happened because I compared Zewu-jun to Jane Bennet one time. Help.
Was getting challenged to frame those mashups akin to being trapped in a hell of my own creation? Yes. Was it also super fun? Yes? Am I mad that tumblr's indexing is so bad I can't go and look at that abomination of a meta post now you've reminded me it exists? Extremely!
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thatdammchickennugget · 3 months
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HEYYYYYY, I justebrrad 'Healing Glow' and I really loved it, its sooo cute and soo something Percy would do. But I was wondering if you might make a part 2, IK technically it doesn't need a part 2 but I was thinking maybe the reader gets really injured one day and Percy is very adamant to Will that he will NOT leave her side under any circumstance. I think it would be really cute, you Don have to if you don't want to obviously. But it's just a suggestion <333333
Thank you, I'm so happy you liked it <3 and I love that idea, I'm definitely going to write that soon! :)
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trashyshrew · 3 months
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i love all of your inosuke and tanjiro art so much!! especially inosuke just being all soft and mushy with tanjiro it really does make me so happy thank you!!!
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thank you so much! nothing makes me happier than hearing others enjoy my drawings. glad you like my art and really appreciate you reaching out! :)
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corellianhounds · 4 months
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This is without question one of the best compliments to receive tbh
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anonymousdandelion · 10 months
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just came back from Angels Dancing and ooohhhh thats so warm and fuzzy and calmly intimate, also i love that they're hooved and chicken-toed, and the use of it/its, and the name Little Ash- its very endearing,, all of it, very nice
Ahhh, thank you so much!! This is the sweetest note, and it made my morning <3 and I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic.
None of those details (hooves/claws/pronouns/names) were my own idea (though they were @kuttithevangu's!), so if you enjoyed the characters and vibes, I VERY highly recommend reading When the Angels Left the Old Country if you haven't already.
...Especially because since I gather you like glossaries, you'll love the official eleven-page glossary at the end of the book. ;)
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outtoshatter · 8 months
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Sooooooo I finished be a witness a few days ago and I’m still thinking about it.
Any chance you can tell me how you came up with some of the world building behind it? I’m just still too attached to it. 😐😐😐
Oh! Hiii 🥰🥰💛💛 I think I mostly wanted to write Stiles using some kind of ghost related magic, but i also wanted Derek to be able to use magic as well as shift...
I wanted to do a magical college in a world where magic was known, and common, just like...an every day sort of thing. Annnd then as with most of the stories I write I started getting excited about the details of that, and categories.
I had actually written out all of the main characters' class schedules for that story, plus all the teachers' specialties and how they related to the plot 😅😅 I also had detailed descriptions of each class of magic user/the different affinities, as well as the original source of their magic (spoilers, sorta hahah but you've read it 👀)
Usually for my worldbuilding I start with what I want from the plot and then how I want the rest of the world to be around the characters and the plot.
Hmm, not sure if any of this makes sense...but I tried! I'm much better at explaining this stuff in the stories haha
Feel free to dm me if you have more specific stuff you wanna know, I have no problem blabbing about it!
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zoe-bug · 1 year
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I miss Cutting Shapes so much and think about it often.
omg anon <3
I'm so glad you have so much love for it! And I'm sorry it kinda fell off my plate. I can't say or promise I'll come back to it because realistically I'm more focused on original fiction when I am doing writing now-a-days.
I did manage to wrap up the main arc of CS I originally sketched out in my outlines (13 is the end of that emotional arc of the story.) I did mean to add another few chapters with them at Player 1 that would look more closely at Marco's complicated feelings about Levi and his mentorship, etc.
To be honest I think about CS a lot too. It really helped me learn as a writer and helped me shape my writing style. (Not to mention, looking back on CS years later after doing some intensive therapy, I was trying so hard to deal with, understand, and console myself about my own attachment issues and interpersonal trauma through CS.) There was a lot lot lot of myself in CS and I don't doubt pieces and parts and lines and metaphors will be taken to use in original fiction in the future.
I know how heartbreaking it can be for a fic author to sort of abandon a work that you were really attached to and connected to on an emotional level. And I'm sorry if that ended up happening.
But maybe I'll look through some old folders and see what stuff I have I can post for y'all.
Thanks again <3
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ficsilike-reblogged · 11 months
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Invisible Smoak has me in a chokehold already! I love the dynamic between Punch and the rest of the Daggers, especially Jake. As someone who is very sassy and sarcastic I always love it when the love interests have banter.
I’m so happy you are enjoying it so far!! Thank you for the kind words—truly means a lot! The response to this little story of mine has far surpassed anything I could have hoped for. Again, thank you!
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cinewhore · 1 year
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You are so incredibly kind and supportive and lovely and I’m so proud of all the things you’ve accomplished 💕 I love seeing updates on your life, I love hearing your thoughts, I love getting to see you dig into and dissect stories your own way, and I value the time and effort you’ve put into your craft. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do next ♥️♥️♥️
Thank you so much this is so sweet 🥺❤️
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Hey, big fan of your lady Baratheon posts :)
Someone wrote that one of the great tragedies and ironies of the Baratheon brothers is they each possess one quality of a great king.
Robert had strength, Stannis had leadership and Renly had the charisma.
If they could’ve ever put their issues aside, those three could’ve been a dominant trio that might have ensured a golden era of Baratheon rule for far longer than it did.
I think your OC actually comes close to having the best qualities of each.
It would be interesting that, in the end, it’s her who’ll have be the future of her house after it’s decline and near ruin during the war and long night, after everyone dismissed her for being a woman and married to a Dornishman.
Looking forward to more of your work, and regarding your aspersions as a writer, I’m positive you have a future. You have such a creative mind. It’s just a matter of keeping focus and consistent.
All the best :)
Hi! Thank you so much for your kind words and thats def an amazing way to look at her! I imagine her (you) to be the type who overall wants nothing to do with the iron throne and encapsulates that quote about how those most suited for power are those who do not hunger for it. (i know its a quote from something but i can't put a finger on what lmao)
youre the mediator of your family, trying to keep what is left of it together until Renly's death, to which you join stannis' side.
Thats what really makes the common folk turn toward you. You're a noble woman, a princess, whose fighting in the heat of battle side by side with them and able to hold your own. Much like Stannis, you beleive in honor and keeping to your word, and do not view yourself as better than others simply because you're of noble blood. And since you don't share Stannis' views on the lord of light and publicly disagree with burning innocent lives as sacrifices to him, they see you as a more sane and down-to-earth baratheon and begin to whisper that perhaps you ought to be on the throne.
In Dorne, its quite the same. While you vanished with a single letter, telling your husband that you've gone to travel essos and find yourself, everybody knows the truth. That the doe had gone to fight in her brother's foolish war. Some beleive you've gone off to your death and will crumple at the first sight of blood, but when the whispers travel that you're leading the ranks and fighting alongside your men they begin to think different of you.
Their princess, the dornish people think, going from attending court by her husband's side to slaughter lannister soldiers like a proper warrior queen.
When the word spread that the king lion ran from the battle of blackwater with his tail tucked between his legs, they all but sing your praise. Even more when you return home, wearing scars that prove your strength and resilience in battle.
Dorne still does not care for house baratheon, but if one were to take the throne, they should like it to be the one wearing the Martell sigil.
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kedreeva · 3 months
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Please tell Bug that I love her dramatique eye liner! She's so pretty!
P.s. Do most Peahens have eye markings like that or is it just an individual trait?
All peafowl have the eye markings! Even the boys. It doesn't display well on BS or pied birds, which most of mine are, but it's there. You can see it on Wendy and Opal, too, it's just more fully colored on adult hens
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whetstonefires · 7 months
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I hear you are having a rough evening, have this image of a dog with a flower on its nose
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Thank you! Awwww. Wow that flower is very small. And startlingly blue!
I got an email alert about this on the evening in question, around when you sent it, and it was buoying to the spirits, but they only include the text in those so I was left to imagine the dog and the flower until I could actually get to my inbox. 💖🐕🌸🌺🌼💗
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thatdammchickennugget · 3 months
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Hiiii!! Omg I just binge read 'love us embarrassing' and I'm obsessed with how soft you write Theo!! And a sister? I love you. Omg yes!!!!
Absolutely no rush, I know what it's like to have people rushing you and it actually can make qriters block worse, but I am so excited for the next part!!
Okay... now that I have another new addiction, I'm off to binge the rest of your first, thank you, have an amazing week! :D
omg thank you so much, you're too sweet!! and I'm glad you're liking soft!Theo, I've been worried I'm writing him too soft. Hope you enjoyed reading my other fics <33
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trashyshrew · 4 months
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@zimthandmade, i hope you don't mind if i respond to this here...
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but this is such a thoughtful and kind reply i'm genuinely touched. it's also the most charitable interpretation of my art's "quirks" i can imagine 😂😂😂
also i just have to say that i am so starstruck right now. you're art goals for me. truly. i'm obsessed with your art and i want to say something more specific but coherent thought has left me 😅
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