#tlou lore

[nomsthecat]

Music calms the heart and soul.

[picturingchappell]

baby daddy reveal

[ohraicodoll]

i see a prompt request 👀 what about “stop trying to help me it’s just hurting you” with feral reader… maybe joel is the one helping her with the adjustment to settlement life in wyoming? or they’re out on a run and she gets hurt? anything tbh you decide

Yesssss I am all for this one. I had some downtime and managed to write this so fast. So have some angst and maybe some lore and both of them fighting lol

Left Behind Joel Miller x f!Reader/OFC The Last of Us 2.5k Words (3rd POV) (Lots of callbacks to Monsters but not necessary to read first. Feral Reader's name is used sparingly so yes, she's technically more an OFC as you get lore in this one) Summary: Settling into life in Jackson wasn't going so easily and Joel is hit with the possibility she may not be welcomed to stay.

“Joel, she’s trouble, man,” Tommy ran a hand through his hand exasperatedly, pacing the hard packed ground in front of both their homes, “I know shit was rough out there. Hell, the three of you were practically hissing at everyone when you came through that first time, but it’s been a couple months. She’s scaring half the town and you’re scaring the other half acting like her goddamn guard dog.”

The older Miller brother clenched his jaw, hands on his hips and trying not to show how much his split open knuckles smarted, “I wouldn’t have to if those assholes would stop treating her like a fucking pariah or giving her shit every time she tries to stand up for herself.” “You have got to admit it’s not exactly like she’s giving them much reason not to act that way,” Tommy sighed and spread his hands pleadingly, “She threatened to stab Johnny at the lumberyard through his hand for looking at her weird, not to mention I’ve already had to take her off patrol duty with anyone but you after she beat Grant-” “That boy learned the hard way to keep his hands to himself,” Joel cut him off.

Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head, before glancing back at his house where his very pregnant wife currently was, “Brother, I can’t have her acting this way. I get it’s not perfect here, but we can’t have trouble like this. Maria…she’s already considering that if Red doesn't get her shit together she may not be welcome to stay.” Silence fell between the two, boiling and tense. He didn’t have to even look up to know the look on his older brother’s face at his words, could feel it as if flames were on his skin. It was like lighting a match around gasoline, waiting for the whole thing to ignite. He knew that as much as his brother cared about the young girl in his charge, he also cared about the woman that came along with them. And when Joel Miller cared about something, he’d go through hell for them. “That’s not gonna happen,” Joel bit out harshly, snarling. His irises had darkened to almost black, the hints of hazel swallowed almost entirely. His body was tight, a wire begging to snap. But the younger of the two could only shake his head, feeling lost and unable to comprehend what to do. Torn between the home he had helped create and protect, his wife who had the weight of the community on her shoulders while preparing to give birth to his first kid, and his brother’s protectiveness over the rough woman currently inside the house. “Just get it sorted. Talk to her. My hands are tied, I can only do so much,” Tommy sighed, turning and heading back across the lot to his own home and life. Joel didn’t watch him leave. His eyes were trained on the ground, blood roaring in his ears as he replayed the words over and over again. They were considering kicking Red out. He’d dragged her all over the country, to Wyoming then Colorado and Salt Lake and back to Jackson, forcing her to settle down only for her to get kicked out. He knew she was having a hard time. She’d never stayed in a QZ, had stayed out in the world too long alone or with the wrong people and didn’t know how to deal with a community like this. Normal people who didn’t have to tear each other apart for scraps. While he and Ellie didn’t have the smoothest transition and were still rough around the edges, they’d managed while the woman had hit wall after wall. She was defensive, quick to react and bare her teeth. It was fine out beyond the gates but inside Jackson where everyone was trying to find a new normal it had caused issues. One of the steel workers was Grant’s brother and hadn’t taken kindly to her beating the shit out of him. He had refused to give her some parts they needed for the house and then called her a bitch when she’d slapped his payment down and went to snatch the items. But he hadn’t registered Joel around the corner listening and before they all knew it his fist was flying into the man’s face. He’d have done more if Tommy hadn’t broken them up. But his brother was right and she did have a reputation, had scared a lot more than half the town. He’d seen the way mothers had pulled their kids away or the looks some of the guardsmen gave her. Ellie had told off more than a few, shouting across the plaza when she’d catch it, defensive. He’d watched Red shrink in the settlement, only fully confident like she usually was outside of Jackson. He’d figure it out. He had to. 

With a deep sigh, he turned and went inside. Ellie had been sent to take care of the errands and get the groceries they both knew Red wouldn’t be able to get. The teenager was understanding and was doing the best she could to help, keeping any complaints to herself or to him when they were alone to not burden the woman. She was as protective of her as he was of both of them. The house was quiet. It was all something he was still getting used to. Having a house again, a home where he didn’t have to worry about getting attacked or FEDRA raids, no more furniture salvaged from garbage dumps and pipes that rattled without a drop of hot water. Jackson made it easy to get comfortable, to feel like it was before the world was ravaged. Easy for him at least. He paused and waited a moment, hearing the almost imperceptible sound of breathing on his good side before he rounded the kitchen counter and looked down. Red sat on the tiled floor, knees pulled up to her chest, head resting back against the cabinet doors. Her face was blank but he’d learned to read the small hints of thoughts on her face. Lips pressed tight, eyes focusing on her nails even as he hovered. She’d heard. He knew she had. “Should I start packing my bag now or wait for Maria to give me the word?” she chewed on her lip, feigning nonchalance. “Neither. You ain’t going nowhere,” Joel bit out with a furrowed brow. She laughed humorlessly, mouth turning into a grimace, “That’s not up to you, Tex.” Those eyes looked up finally, met his, and he could see the resignation there. This wasn’t something she was going to fight if they made her leave. She’d do it and he knew why, knew it was for them, but refused to accept it. “Like hell it ain’t.” “Stop,” abruptly getting to her feet, she hissed at him, “Just stop it. Stop trying to help me. It’s only hurting you and Ellie. You have actual family here, Joel. Flesh and blood family. You could murder someone and they’d still keep you here and Ellie as well, but I’m a liability. To you, to her, to all of them. I get it.” “I don’t give a fuck if you get it, Red,” Joel was angry, getting into her face, “They’re not kicking you out. End of conversation.” “Not end of fucking conversation,” she growled, “I’m not risking yours and Ellie’s only chance at a safe, stable life. If that means I go back out there then so be it.”

“God, you’re so fuckin’ stubborn sometimes,” he all but yelled through his teeth. A laugh tore from her, sharp and loud, her brow raised, “Oh that’s hilarious coming from you.” He wanted to beat his fist through the fucking wall, pick up a glass and shatter it if only to release some of the frustration dealing with her gave him. That damn martyrdom that he hadn’t ever been able to get rid of, scream out of her no matter how many times he told her to stop it. She was so willing to throw herself away for his or Ellie’s sake as if what happened to her didn’t matter and it drove him insane every single time. “You better quit that shit,” Joel ground out between clenched teeth, “That stupid fucking selfless bullshit. For what? As punishment because you lost some people? That…fucking Harry you were with?” He hadn’t ever brought up the name she had mentioned once because he knew what it was like for someone to bring up the past. She hadn’t offered much of her background and he never asked, but there had been small moments. That name had stuck in his brain though, like the little stars tattooed on her collarbone and the “love ya” on her skin in someone else’s handwriting. 

The silence following his words were deafening, all emotion wiped off her face. It was as if someone had scrubbed away anything that made her a person, human, in seconds. 

Then something darker took over and twisted and she smiled, a showing of teeth, and eyes so hollow they seemed like caverns, “Is that what you think? That I’m punishing myself over some boyfriend that died when the world fell apart as if most of the fucking population didn’t also die too? That I’m what? A sad little heartbroken girl pining over some lost love?” A laugh left her lips and it felt like poison, dripping venom. He clenched his fist, anger burning hot, but he knew better than to say anything or approach her when she was like this. Dangerous. Sometimes she was so dangerous he wondered how he had ever thought it was safe to turn his back on her. “That’s real sweet, Tex…I shot him, you know?” she laughed again, not a bit of humor on her face, “Not because he was infected. No. He wasn’t even bit, didn’t have a scratch on him. He was fully alive and healthy before I blew his face right off.” She’d mentioned the man’s name long ago on the road when they’d gotten drunk out. It had slipped out of her covered in pain and regret, Harry and her younger sister, how she'd been barely starting her life when the apocalypse hit. A singer. Ellie had mentioned she had been trying to be a singer and he’d always pictured a bright eyed girl unprepared for what was to come. He had wondered if that death had been what had broken her, guttered her and tore out her soul to the point she lived on instinct only, how that girl had become the hissing creature before him. Now he wasn’t so sure.

Stepping closer to him, he resisted the urge to back away, to show that he was like the rest of them and scared of her too. She almost smiled wider and he knew she was expecting him to, a test almost, “You see we were on a run. Harry, me, and Annie. Spooked some runners so we booked it out of the building because back then I wasn’t much of a fighter, hadn’t learned yet. So I trusted him to keep us safe. Yet, lo and behold, when we get through the front door and I turn around, I see him.” Her words were made of broken glass that cut her apart and made her mouth bleed, devastation and rage coating each one but he didn’t move or try to comfort her lest he got cut too, “Harry had shoved my sister behind so he could get through first then shut the door in her face. I watched them through the glass tear her apart, screaming my name, because I had trusted him to have her back. Instead he got her killed. So I killed him.”

There was no smile then.  He remembers how they met. Ellie had fallen behind while running from scavengers because he hadn’t put her in front of him. It had been Red who had saved her and like a missing puzzle piece, he could see the picture come together. Knowing her now and how it wasn’t normal for her to go out of her way to help strangers, but she’d helped them.

Because Annie had fallen behind once before and she couldn’t save her. Blamed herself for her death.

“It was my fault and I’ll be damned if I ruin both of your chances at staying here where you are safer. Not because of me,” the snarl had left her face, hackles dropping until just the woman was left. Exhausted and a little sad and lost. It’d broken her, he knew that. In the same way Sarah’s death had left him a shell. But he’d kept going for Tommy, Tess, and eventually Ellie.

She hadn’t had anyone until them and now she thought she was putting them at risk.

Joel frowned and stepped forward, their chests almost pressed together, before cupping her face between his hands. His knuckles were bruised and bloody still, but neither of them cared, had never cared about getting blood on the other, “I hate to break it to you, darlin’, but if you think after that I’d still let you go then you’re wrong. I learned my lesson last time we were in Jackson. We stick together. No one’s getting left behind.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, a broken sigh leaving her lips. Her hands came up and gripped his waist, fingers wrapping around his belt tightly like he was a lifeline. Resignation wrapped her entirely in its embrace and he knew the fight had gone out of her, “I…I don’t know how to be around these people. There’s too many of them and they all stare…I’m going to mess up.”

The admission brought a slight smile to his lips, a crack in the defense she had attempted to put between them and a sign that she was giving in, “Well I think as long as you don’t try to maul or kill anyone and maybe limit to punching one or two people a month, that’ll be good enough.”

She huffed exasperatedly, head falling forward and leaning against his chest. His thumb traced her cheek, the other combing through the tangled mess that was her hair. For all she used to gripe at Ellie for taking care of her own, she wasn’t much better. But the strands were still soft and he took advantage of it when he could, feeling her relax against him.

“I’ll talk to Tommy and Maria. You just give yourself time to adjust and try,” Joel murmured, “We’ll figure it out, but you’re not going anywhere.” She nodded against him and at last wrapped her arms fully around his body, sinking into him while he held her tightly back. They both stayed there for a while, arms tight, standing in the middle of the kitchen.

Joel would pull every string, get every ounce of leverage he could get to ensure she stayed. No one was going to take her away from them.

[mira-blue]

video games are, to me, one of the best mediums to tell a story through. i don't know why, exactly. maybe it's how personal it feels - no matter how good a show or a book or a movie is, the character you follow is still not you. you're not the one moving the narrative along at whatever pace you decide on. you're not the one making choices that can alter everything. you're not the one losing wars or fighting gods or simply watering your garden. but in a video game, it is you. even when you don't get to make your own character and have to play as someone who already exists as their own person, you end up just...feeling like they're an extension of yourself. feeling like you're getting asked 'okay, how would you act in a dying, infected world? how would you act in the wild west? on an alien planet? in a cabin in the woods surrounded by monsters? in a post-apocalyptic world with no hope? in one that does hope? would you be curious and search every corner? would you be scared and hesitant? would you be gleeful? would you not care? would you choose to care? will you be kind, or cruel? will you give up, or fight? will you live out this life and then return to your own unchanged, or affected?'

not to mention, video games are also fun as fuck

[chiriwritesstuff]

Random Headcanons from Random Characters in 'The Girl in IT' Pt. 3 - Minor Characters

Have you always wondered how Tess came to work at Miller Construction Group? Or how Ellie ended up being adopted by Joel? Here are the headcanons for the rest of the gang at Miller Construction Group! Read Joel's and Sugar's lists!

Tess Servopoulos:

Tess actually met the Miller Brothers by chance. She was fresh out of a divorce and went to Austin on a whim- they met at a pool hall. She did have a minor attraction to Joel - before he met Sugar, but their tempers and clashing personalities never allowed a romantic relationship to flourish. Joel helps Tess by giving her a Job, which gives her the fresh start she was desperately searching for.

For those curious, she and Joel have never been intimate with each other, not even a kiss!

She IS slightly jealous of Sugar, though. I think it's more because everyone sees a different side of Joel with her around, which solidifies the fact that Joel never saw Tess as a potential romantic partner.

Joel also helped Tess further her career by paying for her MBA.

Tess lives in Joel's old house (in the show). It is completely renovated, of course.

Tommy Miller (& Maria):

Tommy is the Construction Superintendent for Miller Construction Group. He's the man on the ground, managing the project from the site.

Before Sugar, Joel would never watch porn at work, but Tommy would. He once disabled the entire company server with a virus, and their old IT specialist, Gloria, subsequently quit afterward from all of the stress.

Tommy would sometimes "spy" on Sugar before she started to work for the company. If he saw her in passing, he would mention it to Joel, asking him why he just doesn't get his head out of his ass and just talk to you.

Maria is the official "office mom". She runs the odd errands, offers to pick up lunch for people, and acts as a recon for Sarah. Like Connie, she knows everything that happens in the office.

Joel and Sugar are not the only ones who fool around in the office...

Sarah Miller:

Sarah is slightly younger than Sugar (Sugar is 36, Sarah is 32). Sarah was initially weirded out by this fact but being that her husband is older than her by ten years, she's a lot more open to her relationship with Joel. She also found an old Polaroid photo of Sugar in Joel's nightstand drawer once while looking for something, and she tells herself that she won't get in the way of her father's happiness.

She is married and has one child, making Joel a grandfather. Sarah's husband also works at MCG as an Electrician. They had a secret romance - Joel had walked into her office, catching them making out which led to him punching him out. Her eventual husband then spends a year trying to convince Joel that he is in love with Sarah, and only ends up relenting when he witnesses a sweet moment between the two of them, realizing how happy Sarah is with him. Joel still gives her husband a hard time, though.

Sarah kept her last name after she got married.

She has a bachelor's degree in communications.

It is rumored that Sarah was only placed as the head of HR only because she had to keep cleaning Tommy's messes (because let's not forget- he watches porn at work too), and Joel didn't feel comfortable with an outsider handling their business.

Ellie Williams-Miller:

Ellie moved to Austin with her Guardian, Marlene. Marlene was hired as the Head Architect for MCG, so Ellie was always hanging around the office in her youth. When Marlene suddenly passed away when she was 14, Joel felt like he owed it to Marlene to adopt Ellie. This happened five years after Joel met Sugar, which makes Ellie 19 going on 20 in TGIIT (I did age her up a bit).

Ellie loves music and noticed Sugar with her Sennheiser Headphones in her office, naturally, she waltzed into her office asking about it. They bonded with their love of music - Ellie feels comfortable enough with Sugar to talk to her about her problems. Sugar is the person she comes out to first, asking her for advice on how to approach Joel with the topic.

Ellie has a crush on Riley, an engineering student working under Bill.

When Ellie finds out about Sir Bubbles (Sugar's cat), she begs Joel to help her make a cat tree for Sugar's birthday. This cat tree is massive.

Ellie is tattooed, just like how she is in TLOU 2. She got her tattoo at the same time Joel got his - she drew the Sunflower that eventually ended up on his hand.

If Ellie didn't apprentice for MCG she would like to be a tattoo artist.

Bill & Frank:

They are married.

Bill teaches a self-defense class for women, including weapon handling.

Frank is an interior designer.

Frank has a secret group chat with all of his fellow gossips in the office, including Maria and Connie.

Bill cooks for all of the company meetings and seminars. He refuses to be compensated every time.

[jellyfishcandyy]

I just think Arthur, Ellie, and Leon would get along with each other so well on account of their shared sense of humour and uncalled for sass

[fizzytoo]

carved into stone, unwilling to come undone

[ellies-enrichment]

there's so much happening here

[felixcarlucci]

Cut to twelve years later, Outbreak happens, and he convinces me to join a group making their way up to Boston, which I did. Mostly to keep an eye on him, keep him alive. It’s where we met Tess. And that whole crew, we, uh... Well, for what it was, it worked. Then... Tommy meets Marlene. She talks him into joining the Fireflies. Same mistake he made when he was eighteen.

[nomsthecat]

"You also pull out a few other things, important only to you for personal reasons, but there is no need to go into depth with those..."

[picturingchappell]

dina one strong solider bc i KNOW ellie smell like ten cans of bounce that ass. 🤢😷 if she started kissing me wit that dank bref, i woulda told that bih to skedaddle and try again another day. 🙏☝️

[zazora]

Just finished the Fallout tv show and maybeee it’s too early to say this, but it might be the best video game adaptation I’ve seen.

[sapphic-woes]

Staked

Vampire hunter!Abby x Vampire!Reader drabble! MINORS DNI

also thanking @wunderschon-lieblich cuz her thoughts made me actually write this drabble lmao

Your body rocks with a steady rhythm, and sweat bounces off her skin. There’s a tantalizing view of a warm body below you. The way her arms flex and her chest staggers. So unmistakably human. You watch a particular droplet roll down her neck. It pools at her collarbone before rolling off onto the wooden floor. You think it's a waste you didn’t get to taste it.

Abby Anderson is sweet, and you’re greedy for every last bite of her.

Silence fills the room save for your gasping moans and her breathless grunts–continuously on and offbeat. Your lips spread into a wry smile, and it puts a frown on Abby's face.

"Aw, don't give me that look, little hunter." Your trembling hands snake down to wrap around the wooden stake embedded into your waist, fingers wet with your cold blood as you laughed down at her, "isn't this view one of a kind?"

"Jesus, you sick bastard," Abby snarled back as she mercilessly thrust into your dripping cunt, making you choke. It was a wonder to see her like this–her boring priest uniform was crumbled and soiled in juices, ripped apart by your claws to see her glorious abs. Her long, neat little braid was undone, and it was tastefully disheveled–making her look more of a sinner than even you.

The strap she had on was as thick as her hatred was for your kind, and you wouldn't have had it any other way. Your fangs bit the bottom of your lip in ecstasy, letting her continuously ram into you. Fuck yes. This human was so hilariously easy to manipulate, and it was adorable to see Abby lose her precious control with you.

"Please, you love it." There was a spike of heat and a quickened heartbeat, sweet blood flowing to paint her freckled cheeks and shoulders. What was the use in even trying to hide it? Like an open book, you could smell her arousal practically drenching the goddamn church in its scent. She's only fooling herself, if even that. Then again, you always found that dishonest part about the hunter rather endearing.

"Mmh…harder." You hissed out the command just as you ground down on her strap, leaning forward to grip her chin in the palm of your hand. You let the sharp tip of your claws dig in slightly, raising an eyebrow when she glowered back at you. 

You could hear Abby's throat bob as she thickly swallowed, feeling her teeth grind to bite back an insult. You knew she couldn't resist your pull, but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't fun to watch her try.

In one swift motion you lay on your back, and to your delight, Abby drove the entirety of her dick straight into you.

"F-fuck! A-Abby it's, it's s-so good, mo–ore…!" Your cries of pleasure filled the room as your little entertainment obeyed. Skin slapped together as she pounded away, muscles tense as she possessively held your quivering body in place. There was nothing gentle about Abby's movements–each thrust was meant to break you more than the last, and you loved it.

You loved to watch her use all her strength against you, yet have her only be capable of turning you on. You adored making her blue eyes dark with anger, resentment, and shameful lust. No matter how much she struggled, Abby Anderson could never beat you. 

"Good girl, ah–d-don't you dare stop…" She was the hunter most of your kind feared, and yet with you, she was only allowed this false sense of power whenever you wanted her hands between your legs, and nothing more. You knew that, but more importantly, she knew that.

"Give it to me darling. I've been starving all week." The way Abby faltered made you inwardly swoon. The more she resisted the cuter she was, and you giggled as her wrist flinched under your lips, stiffening when your fangs traced her pulsing veins. You kept her gaze as you teased her, making her tremble and twitch with every movement before you decided to have your fill.

"Ugh!" Abby let out a muffled grunt as you drank her rich, delicious blood, long gulps making crimson drip down your chin. Her blood was addicting, dizzying even, making you lustfully groan as you took a breath. At this rate, you'd suck her dry–and you wanted to toy with her for a little longer before that happened.

"You really taste the best…" you murmured, licking her wounds until they healed. Her skin was scorching hot, and you grinned as her other hand tightened around your waist. Seems like the aphrodisiac kicked in. 

Surely enough, you looked up into clouded eyes and rouge cheeks. Abby heaved as she stared down at you with blatant lust, and you grinned, sucking her fingers till she mindlessly shoved them deeper into your mouth.

"What are you waiting for?" You spoke around her thick digits, drool wetting her knuckles as she let her fingertips graze the tip of your fangs. Your lips around her hand made her irises burn, and a shiver coursed down your spine.

"Fuck me good darling–nice and hard like I’m the monster you always say I am…and who knows? You might actually get to kill me this time"

[macfrog]

is the next piece of masterful writing from you that we’ll receive be a new scom chapter or do you have something else you’re working on that we should expect? :)

hey chief ! i meant to answer this when you sent it like two weeks ago but i wasn't sure which would come first with my wips, so i am so sorry for the wait in response!

new scom tonight, but!!! i do have a super exciting (read: devastating) one shot that i have been obsessively working on for the last little while, coming sometime in the next couple weeks. it’s a lot of fun (read: devastation).

can’t wait for you guys to read! hope you enjoy it (read: feel devastated over it).

😀

[chiriwritesstuff]

'The Girl in IT' Writing Update & Song Inspiration

If all goes well, it should be up in the next few hours! As you can tell from the sneak peek, It will be somewhat of a heavier chapter, but Joel is so fucking sweet to Sugar in it, I can say with confidence that this is my favorite chapter. I had to address Sugar's deep-rooted anxiety especially when it comes to her parents and self-worth, and Joel shows up for her ten-fold. This will showcase the height of Sugar's anxiety and will show how Joel deals with it.

Subsequently, this chapter is heavily inspired by Fka Twigs 'Cellophane', which matches Sugar's emotions almost perfectly.* I've read that 'Cellophane' was written about Fka Twigs' relationship with Robert Pattinson and the criticisms they faced, I mean, just look at the lyrics:

They want to see us, want to see us alone They want to see us, want to see us apart They want to see us, want to see us alone They want to see us, want to see us apart And I, just want to feel you're there And I don't want to have to share our love I try, but I get overwhelmed When you're gone I have no one to tell And I, just want to feel you're there And I don't want to have to share our love I try but I get overwhelmed All wrapped in cellophane, the feelings that we had

and the end just kills me:

They're waiting They're watching They're watching us They're hating They're waiting And hoping I'm not enough

I hope you all love this chapter as much as I do! I know you all love their sweet relationship, and once we get over this hurdle, it'll be smooth sailing for both of them!

*also, FKA looks so fucking amazing in the video, like GOD DAMN. The pole dancing and how she is put on display is a mirror of how Sugar feels about her relationship with Joel, and it just hits me right in the gut. I will admit, I cried writing this and it was extremely cathartic.

[averageclawcodeenjoyer]

Hey gang... uhhhhh

So I'm writing my final essay (have been all week), and we're up to 4500 words and I've just.... started the middle......

.........the beginning of the middle.

Um.

The requirement is 500 words.

UM.

Thinking about making it into a full fanfic and only posting half of what I'm writing rn (because otherwise it would only be a one chapter book). It's ClawCode, but set in The Last of Us's universe. (But I'm heavily basing it off of the game with some changes and a different ending, probably)

Anybody be interested in reading that?

SUPER fast freak doodle of my boy btw ^^^