#ellie is losing it

[actual-changeling]

ellie has space socks. its a sock dark blue with stars and planets all over it and its her favorite but one day it rips or gets lost anyway she can’t wear it anymore and she knows its dumb but she’s like really fucking sad about it like really fucking sad because its her favorite sock wtf let her be sad but because joel is a fucking mother hen and hates ellie being sad he gose to maria to ask for help like “how tf where tf do i get my kid new socks ???” and good thing for joel turns out tommy can embroider (he looks like an embroidery person you can’t tell me otherwise) so with the help of maria and joel finding a few pairs of blue socks they give them to tommy and he embroiders stars, planets, sally ride (her name) and fucking everything ellie loves about space and two weeks later ellie comes home from school and sees all her new socks and just fucking cries if you ask her no she didn’t but anyways from that day on for every holiday that has presents ellie gets a few new pair of space socks (this thought came to me when i realized my space socks had a hole in them)

Tommy doing embroidery has me CRYING, I never thought about it before but it makes so much sense. Once Joel and Ellie find out it's over though, screw Uncle Tommy he is Grandma Tommy now, he is never getting rid of that nickname.

I love this little idea a lot, it's super sweet and Ellie deserves personalized clothes and belongings cause she probably never really had that outside of the few things in her backpack like her blade and walkman. Give that girl a closet full of love.

[attackoneyebrows]

i was never afraid, before you showed up.

[shellem15]

Can I just say, I really appreciate how Critical Role plays the Devil trope straight. There's been this phenomena in a lot of modern media (I'm not going to mention specifics but I'm sure a few examples pop up in people's minds) where Hell and the Devil aren't scary or malevolent forces. Hell is portrayed as being basically the same as our world just "edgier", and the Devil is a pretty decent guy actually. Heaven are secretly the real bad guys!

But Critical Role doesn't do that. In Exandria, Asmodeus *feels* like the Devil. He's malevolent and manipulative and terrifyingly powerful and he hates you, personally. We never see that type of portrayal anymore! And it's amazing! And he still manages to be sympathetic and tragic without losing his edge!

And the "Good Gods" are portrayed as flawed without being secretly evil or something! Like, actual nuance? In my Heaven/Hell dichotomy? What!?

It's just such a breath of fresh air after so many "The Devil was right, actually" stories. So props to Matt and Brennan and the cast.

[hughmanbean]

Loving Threats

Inspired by a song and its remake. But I am trash at syncing lyrics to storybeats.

Danny and Jason met in the ghost zone when Jason was dead, but he forgot it all coming back to life. When the two of them were together, they went through the entire song and dance (literally) of asking each other out.

I'm serious. There were like 10 different musical scenes with varying themes. It was Fenton Romance at its finest. And Jason's old school romance heart was certainly played a large part too.

It was their love language. Dramatic acts, vague threats and all.

Post revival and reconnection with the Batfam, Jason spots a familiar face. A flood of memories wash through him, and with it a bout of giddiness. Though he's currently dressed as Red Hood, Danny'll be able to tell who he is and keep quiet. Just have to greet him in a way that he'll recognize.

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Danny is out taking the kids for a walk. Dan was grumpy since he wasn't allowed any ecto chips, for both his health and as punishment for severely beating a guy who tried to mug Danny without permission yesterday. Ellie is quite cheerful, since she's going to visit the Crocodile and Zombie sewer-dudes when Danny's not looking.

All of a sudden, Red Hood, casually wielding a gun, approaches Danny. He makes an overly familiar gesture, wrapping an arm sideways around Danny's waist. He whistles under the hood, a faint green glow from the white eyespaces.

"Well who do we have here? You look half dead, honey."

Danny looked at him. Horrible pick up line? Check? Thin veneer of confidence? Check. Zero self control around Danny? Check.

Jason. The rancid ecto signature is new, though. Honestly, not surprised he's a crime lord now.

"Well, you know how it is. The kids have been running me ragged. And you sure haven't been any help."

Danny puts on an innocent smile. Jason sidles closer. A few bystanders watch them with varied expressions.

"Well you don't need to worry about that now. How about you and I go somewhere more private?"

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"A crime boss, huh?"

Dan is raiding the fridge. Ellie is watching a fight on TV.

"It was a... necessary step. I promise I would've visited you sooner if I had known."

"It's fine. What else happened while you were gone?"

"Well..."

[tiny-space-platypus]

Ok so it's like 3am and I can only think of DC/DP but dimensional warfare. Like the GIW have been fucking with the dead so much, messing with Danny so much, that he decides fuck it we ball. If I become Danny do fucking be it.

Like Danny has tried to be good. He had tried desperately to be good since he was 14,since he died. Like he wasn't really a kid after that. He had tried to get help from the JL but his pleas were ignored, he tried to tell them about the GIW, he tried to tell them about the anti-ecto laws but he got nothing.

Now he was older, now he was bitter, now they had taken his children. Now was time for war. It was easy, so easy that it was uncomfortable for him. Killing shouldn't be so easy but humans were so fragile. He let ghosts and demons and anything else run wild, he had every city spirit cause their worse. He sent a message to the world before causing a world wide black out.

"I have let you mess with the dead. I have protected you from the dead. I have protected you from future and from yourselves. Yet you decide to take my children. You take the spawn of the king of the Infinite Realms and expect no consequences. This is a declaration of war long overdue. Prepare yourself living realms, your days are limited. I will either find my children or you will return them to me. Till then in joy your blackout."

And with that earth was plunged into the darkness of night. As the monsters that haven't terrorized the earth in millennia roam without a care.

JL and JLD are freaking the fuck out. Trying to prevent as much chaos as possible. They had to find those kids they had to play diplomate to an angry god or send the flash back before this to hopefully fix this. They had to fix this.

[noxcheshire]

Back at it again with my Danny is mom coded au’s, but this time it’s because of Clockwork that he suddenly has a whole ass teenage kid.

Clockwork had been bored or maybe he was playing a game against an opponent, or even lost a bet, whatever it was, he stepped in right as Jason was searching for his biological mother.

The DNA that would have registered itself as one Sheila Haywood, confirming Jason’s mother, glitched a terrible green across the screens of the batcomputer.

In those few moments of chaos Jason’s heart beat rapidly as he tried to figure out why the computer wasn’t working, wondering if his only chance to find his mom — his blood mom — would never find success.

Then as suddenly as things went wrong the DNA settled and pinged.

Jason watched, his chest tight, as one Danny C. Works, formerly Danny Fenton appeared onto the big screen.

Danny looked a lot like Jason, short cut black hair more straight than the subtle curls of Jason’s own; deep blue eyes, tired in a way that spoke of long days and nights, but with a warm happiness that made the familiar smile — the one Jason would see on himself every time he looked into the mirror — even more striking.

Jason didn’t linger too long on the male identifying gender, nor the fact his mom leaned more towards a masculine name or clothing.

There were plenty of male to female, and female to male leaning individuals that lived in Crime Alley. He had seen it enough to not even bat an eye at it, even now. After all, in Gotham you minded your business least you find yourself in business you can’t leave.

On a different monitor information of Danny C. Works piled for Jason to quickly browse through.

Danny was a senior engineer, no intimate relationships, and with no close connections to family outside of the tentative calls from Jasmine Fenton.

Danny was estranged from Jack and Madeline Fenton, a falling out that had occurred just a little before Danny’s high school graduation. If Jason calculated it correctly that would have been — around the season Jason himself would have been born.

Okay, so no grandparents then but I might have a maybe aunt. Jason scrolled further and stilled.

Twin toddlers: Dante and Danielle Works.

Jason had baby siblings.

He doesn’t let the sting of younger siblings consume him, doesn’t allow the whispering thoughts of why he had been given up when his younger siblings had been kept and so very obviously loved.

Jason took deep breathes, he didn’t have time to linger here. He had a family to get to, and a family he would get to.

It took almost all night to reach, the starlight night sky slowly and surely fading into cloudy wine as the sun rose, but Jason made it.

And when the door opened to his hesitant but firm knock, Jason was unable to speak. His mom — dad, maybe? Did they want to be mom or dad? — stood in the doorway, brows furrowed in confusion.

It was when Danny spoke his vigilante name did Jason only just realize that he was still dressed to the nine’s in his Robin costume.

[abbyshands]

for my ellie williams riders … have fun and get soaked!

[assiraphales]

no bc all of joel’s buried trauma over sarah’s death is coming to the surface & getting worse by the day because everyday ellie becomes more important to him, and he thinks of her more as his daughter. & the mere thought of losing her is enough to make him (very literally) physically ill 

[ellies-enrichment]

i miss them already

[boylikeanangel]

rewatching that scene where joel talks to tommy before I go to bed cuz goddamn pedro needs an emmy and yknow the bit that gets me. where he says "I just know when I wake up, I've lost something. I'm failing in my sleep. it's all I ever do, all I've ever done, is fail her again and again" because. he doesn't specify. it's not made explicit. whether "her" is sarah. or ellie. and at this point. it's probably both

[mionkings]

Wrong Twin Bozos 🙄

First ever DC x DP prompt because I've been getting brainrot reading yall prompts and I need a nap :> this is crac–

A classic twin Damian and Danny AU, where Danny ends up with the generic fuckery of having the GIW/Bad Parents!Fentons after him from a bad reveal gone wrong, Vlad outing him, or escaping after getting vivsected and injured badly.

Who Knows? But Danny's GOTTA GO-

Now in some scenarios, we get Danny hitting the deck and going to Gotham, to Batman and Robin aka Damian for help and revealing himself. But some au prompts I've seen of Danny ORIGINS about leaving the League of Assassins is via fake death, help or the pit, etc. Danny left for a reason that got him away with a new life- he's FUCKED if he goes to his bio dad and his twin brother, he tells himself =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇).

Going to Gotham aka the BatFam would blow Danny's cover, getting the attention of the League of Assassins after all this time is definitely not on Danny's to-do list. He's got enough on his plate, thank you :']

So instead, while Danny leaves Amity Park with the help of his friends, he doesn't aim for Gotham, he instead goes to hide in other cities such as Star City, Keystone City, or Central City. Honestly, doesn't even have to be a city, he straight up leaves the country if yall feel like it, guy deserves a break dammit. Can't have laws of legal torture affect you when you're in open seas ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now cue Danny's pursuers scrambling to find the Halfa, a constant chase- that is until they finally get a photo of Danny, scowling with his green eyes, trying to hide his ghostly traits that mustve leaked through when the photo was taken in Gotham.

They begin to get ready.

It's time to capture the creature once and for all.

[bikananjarrus]

i’ve really enjoyed how they opened the first two episodes not focused on our main characters at all, and showing us just how terrifying the cordyceps infection is.

the scientists at the beginning of the pilot on the talk show, and at first there’s that good-natured talk show feel, but the longer the scientist goes on explaining the cordyceps and how it would be possible for it to survive in humans and imagine thousands upon thousands being controlled, and the whole auditorium goes still and silent, and it ends with just two words, “we lose.”

and then in this episode, with the mycologist and her complete fear after examining the body. the shaking of her hands and the quiet terror in the way she says that there is no cure, no medicine. that the only solution is to bomb the city with everyone in it. and can someone take her home so she can be with her family, because she understands what the scientist said from the first episode. we lose.

[ellstronaut]

not to be that person but fuck

n don’t get me wrong I love smut as much as the next person but I cannot stand meaningless smut. With no substance just mindless sex with no passion or any ounce of affection attached to it. No buildup, no pining, no tension so thick it’s palpable no “fuck why are these jeans glued on” no “clumsiness or characters being awkward because sex is awkward sometimes and intimidating” no characterisation, character development or poking fun in a lighthearted way because

“dino boxers really?”

the way they’d be so unapologetic about it too maybe not even vocal but the look that fucking look that screams “yeah? n what you’re gonna do about it?” or maybe they’re flustered but that’s hot either way because it’s them, it’s their quirk

It’s the little details

The vulnerability? The insecurities—trying something new but being afraid to cross or plunge into unknown territories

but it’s their touch—guidance—that unspoken “you’re safe with me”

Subtle hotness/intimacy man

But yeah sex sells. Let’s be real. It’s a cheap way to get views especially when not mindful of how characters would react in such situations

[seattlesellie]

Omg pleaseee do a part 2 of the side kink Abby ask it was too good…just imagining her fucking you slowly with the strap and you begging her to go faster, my head is in shambles rn…

abbys kinda mean :(

it was so slow, painfully slow, dragging on as if time itself had hit the snooze button.

“your eyes are watering, s’pretty” she mocked, gasping for breath in between her moans. she was buried deep inside, not budging an inch. she loved seeing you like this, your eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched. it drove her wild. you were quiet. she was just so so mean, teasing your needy, hungry little hole for hours, first with her big fingers, and then with her strap. when she finally, finally slid inside, practically slipping right in, chants of her name left your mouth. “abby- abs, abby-“ you moaned in between choked breaths.

“so tight bun, what if i break you? hm?” she whispered in your ear, while toying, pinching your sensitive nipple. you were squirming restlessly, bucking your hips forward, begging her to start fucking moving. god, you needed it so bad, your clit was fucking aching, and that feeling of being so full - so full of abby, made you clench around her black silicone cock.

“can feel ya- you know that? like a little heartbeat” she grunted. sometimes, being inside you made abby delusional. she swore she could feel you inside, your pulsating essence, swore she felt your gummy walls clench around her cock. she knew it wasnt possible but god, did it feel real.

“i think-…” she said, her gaze locked firmly with yours. she almost looked worried.

“w-what… abby” you whimpered. dont cry, dont fucking cry, you thought, desperate to keep your emotions in check.

“i think youre too tight for me, cant fucking move- shit” she grunted, a mocking tone laced in her words. so so fucking mean. how longer could she go? she thought to herself, is she going to cry? would you break? fuck- that last thought made her clit throb with anticipation. she couldn't help but moan into your mouth, relishing the sensation of your warm breath against her temple.

you mustered the strength to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. what did she mean by cant? she cant fuck you? fuck, you poor little thing.

“yes you can abby- yes you can” you said, breathless, you didnt say please but god, were you begging. her own little cheerleader.

her tongue slid up to her cheek, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips as she fought back the urge to burst into laughter at your expense, her pathetic girl. of course she fucking could, but fuck how orgasmic it was for her to see you like this. every fiber of her being wanted to mock you, to mimic your soft whimpers and tease, yes, you can, abby... yes, you can.

“dont think i can, bun… look” she said, a wicked glint in her eyes. she thrust herself inside you, just slowly slamming her cock and hitting that sweet sweet spot that made you whimper her name. a sharp, tingling pain shot through you. it was so so big, and you really were so so tight.

“ow- ow’abby” you whimpered into her mouth, the discomfort evident in your voice.

“see? it hurts you… i cant move” she teased, and forced your thighs open. one thing about abby, is that she loved seeing your little cunt stuffed with her inside. god, the sight of that slight bulge forming on your stomach had the power to unravel her within seconds.

“fuuuck” she grunted, and spat directly on your puffy clit. the warmth of her saliva created a sensation that was almost like friction, an intimate caress that tickled and teased. you wanted to tell her to move, now! to start fucking you like a whore! but abby, abby got so mad when you talked to her like that. as if you had some authority over her and fuck - you didnt.

“please” you begged, your voice choked with hiccups, so desperate.

she raised her hand and firmly squeezed your cheeks together.

“please what?” she demanded.

“please abby!” did you just yell?

“no- no” she tsk’d, not like that.

“please abby what?” she patted your cheek, god did she want to slap it blue.

“please move, please” you begged.

she tightened her grip on your cheeks, exerting even more pressure. your muffled moans sounded fucking ridiculous, the same way they do when she has her cock shoved down your throat, rendering you speechless.

“you gotta” pat. “tell me” pat. “exactly what you want- understand?” she commanded, her voice was so stern. you were her little brat, and she made sure you knew that.

“please, ab- move inside- fuck me- jus” you hiccuped in between soft breaths. as you looked into her icy blue eyes, you noticed a transformation, a darkness that turned them nearly pitch black, reflecting her primal lust.

without any warning, she forcefully thrust herself deep inside you, the wet, squelching sounds emanating from your dripping hole filling the room with an obscenely lewd symphony, it almost made you gag.

“like that?” she groaned, her hand instinctively wrapping around your throat, exerting a gentle but firm pressure.

she slammed her cock inside again, more forcefully now, causing your eyes to roll back. she tightened the grip she had on your throat. “this is what you want?” she moaned inside your mouth, lost in her own pleasure, fuck- how it hit her clit just right.

“f-faster” you growled.

“too tight” she whispered, and stopped her slamming. “cant move”

“abbyyyy” you whined, your lips forming a small pout, seeking her attention. she leaned in and gently pecked your swollen lips, a soft laugh escaping her. you were just so so cute.

“jesus bunny, s’fucking needy”

[lovelettersfromluna]

One of your girls coded: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=6428525ab7369

Look at her tattoo 🤭

Y’all are never gonna see me again

[jessepinkmvn]

Then what are you so afraid of?

JOEL MILLER and ELLIE WILLIAMS THE LAST OF US | 1x06