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working list of TLOU muses bc brainrot:

- Joel

- Ellie

- Sarah ( either pre-canon or au where she lives )

- Riley ( same as Sarah )

- Dina

- Tommy

- Maria

- Tess

- Bill

- Frank

- Anna ( Ellie's mother - pre-canon or AU where she somehow survives )

🥀 Farleigh + Oliver 🥀

They make me crazy

When he found Tommy again, the last thing Joel expected was for his brother to have a teenage stray of his own by his side. It had shocked him, sure, but it also made his situation with Ellie seem less strange. The girl, Hannah, was clearly going through some shit – it was far too familiar. Joel remembered having the same dark disposition for a hell of a long time after losing Sarah.

Hell, if it weren't for Ellie he'd still be like it now. But she'd managed to slip under the barricades he'd spent years forming, become as close to a daughter as another child ever could. It would be impossible to ever replace Sarah, but Ellie had carved a place next to her in his heart

He was glad that, hopefully, Ellie and Tommy could do the same for Hannah. Joel knew they'd be good for her - and him? Well, he'd probably be better off supporting from the sidelines.

" I know how you feel, kid. " It's easy to admit, his voice soft. Just for her, a private conversation. " It doesn't feel right - how at ease everyone is. Like they don't know what's out there. " It was all a big game of pretend, the man knew that. Behind big walls and lacking weapons, it was easy to pretend things were different. That the world hadn't ended, that infected weren't roaming outside, and that the people out there weren't WORSE.

" If you ask me, I don't think you have anything to worry about. Your body's survival instincts will wake you up - comfortable or not, we can sense danger, " Joel turns to look at Hannah, aware this was the closest he'd ever stood to the girl. It was certainly a sense of discomfort for the both of them, neither were eager to let people close. He shifts slightly, creating a little more of a gap as subtly as could.

@fracturals asked: ❛ can’t sleep? ❜ ( joel )

"Too much noise. People here aren't scared enough." She knows it's a weird answer the moment it comes out of her mouth; she hasn't been in Jackson long, but it has been enough to start reminding her of what it's like to be among regular people and how most of them, while careful about infected, don't have to live in fear every second of the day here. She was like that, once. Now it feels weird to sleep too many hours straight. It feels weird that she didn't pull a gun on Joel just because he came too close - she almost did, she always touches her knife or whatever weapon she has when someone besides Ellie does. But she's getting a bit used to him, at least. Something about this man feels safe - same with Tommy. Not creepy at all. "I keep thinking... if I get used to... to the noises and I sleep through them... some day a bite will wake me up. I won't be here forever, I can't... I can't get comfortable."

Sarah immediately grins at the confirmation, warm and friendly. A lot of her old shirts weren't really her style anymore, leaning more towards copying Maria's style now they'd settled in Jackson. She didn't have to make do with a more childish style anymore, taking whatever they found that fit her - it seemed her old clothes were either teenaged or something an old man would wear. Gross.

" Hey, hey, it's okay. I don't mind at all, " Sarah is quick to reassure, hand settling on her hip as she looks Hannah up and down approvingly. " It suits you more anyways. You should keep it – in fact, I bet I have tons of old stuff I can give you back at my place. " They were a sharing community anyways, always trading or borrowing due to resources being limited. Not like they could go down to the mall anymore.

" Seriously, come back to ours and I'll give you a whole new wardrobe. Free of charge. "

@fracturals: ❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ ( sarah miller, au where she lives )

"Maybe." She is. It's the right size too, such a nice change from all the crap she's found in the last few months. "Your dad's fault, Miller. He said I could." Not that Sarah seems mad about it, but she'd like to make clear she's not a thief. "Mine got all bloodied up... not my blood. Not people's blood. I slipped on a dead crawler, super gross... Is this okay? I'll wash it before I give it back."

Dark eyes meet under the sky The stars are out, we're alive in the night

Absolutely nothing to see here. Just a dad waiting for his kids to show up so they can go on a little hunt together.

Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know? How? Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation.

PSA:

You don’t have to be nice to my character. You don’t have to hold your character back. I am perfectly okay with consequences. I don’t consider powerful characters using those powers to be godmodding. Some things might require a little bit of a chat before hand, but go crazy, kids. Conflict is part of story telling. 

Coming out as a sabriel enjoyer

PROMPTS FOR TALKING YOURSELF OUT OF SOMETHING *  assorted dialogue for talking your way out of danger, a bad date, basically anything that might cause a serious risk to your life, adjust as necessary

this isn't what it looks like.

you look like you've got this under control.

am i free to go?

and that's my cue to leave.

we can talk about this like adults.

you've got it all wrong.

sorry, there's a family emergency and i need to go.

something's come up. i can't stay.

you need to let me go.

so this was a set-up.

you head that way, and i'll go this way.

we could try this another time.

that's not at all what i said.

i never promised you anything.

why don't we all just take a deep breath and start over?

i really don't think this is going to work.

can you take a rain check?

this is not what you said would happen.

wait! i can explain everything if you just give me a second!

there's no need to be hostile!

how about we all calm down?

let's just take a second and regroup.

you told me you had this all under control.

yes, well... i may have lied.

so i didn't give you all the details. big whoop.

you're not going to hold that over me, are you?

i think we'd better run.

you can handle this by yourself.

maybe we should talk about this somewhere else.

there's no need to yell.

listen, you're really nice, but i don't think this is going to work.

why don't we try this another day?

i got all dressed up for nothing.

now that's something you don't see every day.

i'm giving you a chance to back down.

put the gun down and we'll talk.

sure, i've made mistakes. who hasn't?

you could have at least prepared me for this.

if you need me, i'll be over here.

i think i hear someone calling my name.

urgent phone call. have to take this.

that's about as much as i can take.

it might be better if i go.

am i interrupting something?

maybe i should go outside.

i'll just leave you to it.

that sounded a lot better in my head.

you call me if you need anything.

you know where i'll be.

i'm not sticking around to find out.

you've got this! i know you do!

i'll just get in the way if i stay.

i'm needed elsewhere.

i'm sure you can handle it.

Waking was strange. A sensation reminiscent of emerging from murky waters, his vision slowly shifting from darkness, to blurry muddled shapes. His hearing, already beaten over the years, was muffled for a moment. Made it impossible to pinpoint the distant footsteps until they were right by his ear – his good ear, like the person knew his left one worked better.

Their voice, achingly familiar, pulled Joel upwards out of the murky waters his body had been trapped within. He could still hear Ellie's distant cries, the sound of the golf club –

No. This wasn't that cold hard floor, the surface underneath him was soft and warm. He couldn't hear shouting or crying, only... Ellie. With a pained exhale, Joel forced his eyes fully open. As his vision cleared, brown hair and worried eyes came into view. The gentle squeeze to his hand was a notable contrast to the slight bite of her words, and the man's lips twitched upwards.

" Hey kiddo, " Joel's voice is tired, croaky. The movement tugs on his healing cuts and bruises, but the ache clears his mind. Let him focus on his daughter Ellie. He longs to reach out, to comfort the teen, but his limbs are all heavy and disconnected. Won't cooperate yet.

" Sorry to scare you.. just needed some rest, that's all. Are... are you alright? " It was easy to forget that he was the one in the hospital bed, concern for her consuming him.

He didn't know much, remembered hearing someone mention that he'd been unconscious for a long while – and his heart ached that he'd left Ellie alone for that long, had missed so much. Joel knew Ellie well enough to know chances were she'd done something reckless - but whether she'd tell him was a different story.

@fracturals x Joel from this Ellie

It takes all she has not to start crying when she's finally allowed to see Joel, the doctors baffled but done with all their tests; he's a beast, obviously, she knew he'd wake up. She knew. It's why she refused to go sleep at home - but of course he woke up while she was in the bathroom - and why she's still there in Jackson, she had to see him with her own eyes. Because he had to. He had to. "That was one f.ucking way to make me forgive you, Joel," her voice shakes, she can't help it. Okay, she wasn't completely sure he'd wake up, but he had to, right? Where would she be now if he hadn't? Ellie holds onto one of those little pieces of his body that isn't broken, and squeezes it gently. "You took way too long to wake up. Waaay too long, you a.sshole." He's actually going to live, so he doesn't get sweet words from her, no sir. There's no better way to let him know they are cool and that he'll be fine, if you ask her.