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I can't sleep & it's 2:30am...like this for a couple of memes thrown your way !

#/ ooc #to everyone who follows me on more than one account & is about to see this three times. sorry fhjsks

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The air outside had a bite to it; everyone was bundled up, or as close to it as they could get: there was a shortage of winter coats, they were going for as much as twenty ration cards. Tess would know. There was a fine line that they had to walk, making sure they kept their heads down - but not so far down that they looked suspicious. They had to stride, not skulk. Luckily people knew them in their neighbourhood; no one was going to bother them. Tess followed Joel a step or two behind, keeping an eye on their surroundings. The sky above hung grey and heavy with clouds. Had autumn always been this grey? Tess had never been to Boston before, but she felt like they were cheated of sunlight. perhaps it was everything that had been released into the atmosphere, all those unattended factories and nuclear reactors and labs burning up. For months, for years, there were places no one could go, whole towns coated in black soot, the ground shaking with explosions. The climate would be shifting; Tess was no scientist, but she remembered that much from AP Bio. SHe shrugged to herself and tucked her hands into the pockets of her jacket, feeling the smooth handle of the pocket-knife inside, comfortingly warm. By the time the acid rain started to fall, her and Joel would be long gone, and it wasn't like they had future generations to concern themselves with.

Ladies first. Tess shot Joel a glare and didn't deign to respond, instead putting her shoulder against the stiff, rusted doorway. There was a knack to it and she grunted as she lifted the handle and shoved; it broke open in a shower of rusted particles and dust that made her stifle a cough into her shoulder. She had her gun out by then. Stephen was by no means the worst they had ever taken on, but he wasn't a fool, and he would have guards stationed. Tess would rather they talked their way in. There was still a chance to resolve this without bloodshed. It wasn't that she was adverse to maiming the little rat, but she'd rather keep channels open - Stephen had a source on the outside who could always get car parts when they needed them, and that was worth maintaining. She glanced over her shoulder at Joel's silouhette, the afternoon light dying behind him.

"What're the chances of him 'fessing up?" she murmured, knowing the answer already. The corridor was long - the place might've been an apartment building once, but it was gutted, a fire had raged out of control and FEDRA had boarded the place up years ago. Their footsteps were muffled by the layers of dead leaves, though occasionally Tess heard a crack from Joel's heavier boots. In the centre of the maze stood one of the guards, a young guy, spotty. He wouldn't even remember the outbreak; Tess didn't even bother raising her gun. She'd let Joel do the intimidation.

"Is he inside?" she asked. "Never mind, don't bother."

She shouldered past easily enough; he was still fumbling for a weapon when she shoved the door open with a bang. 

Joel didn’t move as he watched Tess stand up, remove her hair clip and threw the ration cards down on the table. He looked intently at her face, her could see the cogs of her brain working hard behind her eyes. He knew she was as angry as he was but unlike him, she was going over every possibility to decide on the best course of action. He, on the other hand, liked to act before he thought about it too hard. Anger was a powerful emotion and he had been living on it for the past twenty years. It had gotten him this far, he had survived, hadn’t he? Why stop now.

When Tess spoke, he listened as she chose her words carefully. As her voice trailed off in the air, her eyes caught his gaze and he gave her a dangerous smirk. Joel didn’t need to hear her say it to know what she intended for him to do. They had known each other long enough for him to be able to read her body language well, especially the look in her eye. All he ever needed was a nod of the head or a raise of the eyebrow to understand her completely.

Joel grabbed his hand gun, slipping it into his inside pocket and reaching for the front door of the apartment they shared. He felt Tess hot on his heels as the door clicked shut behind them. He was on a mission. His felt the adrenaline course through his veins. The anticipation. Either way everyone would get what they deserved; Tess and him, as well as Stephen.

They marched through the busy streets, keeping a steady pace next to each other; most people stepping out of their way; they knew not to mess with Tess or her hound. She was the boss around here. Finally, they turned into a small dark alley between two boarded up red-brick buildings. “Ladies first.” Joel said, a palm of his hand held out to let Tess take the lead. He knew she hated to be called a lady but he couldn’t resist; he loved her expression.

#/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int #/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int. / assholevoice #THIS IS SO FUN #feel free to like. invent anything or add plot #im literally making this up as we go!!

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The anger blossomed in her chest, a physical feeling like a burst of heat that made her fingertips tingle. She was tired. Physically - today had been rough, long hours bent over the sewing machine, making cookie-cutter garments until her eyes stung, a long walk home (was this home? sometimes she was afraid to call it that), and now, a long time counting and recounting. Couldn't they catch a break, just once? The resentment threatened to overwhelm her, and she stood suddenly, kicking the chair back and out of her way; it screeched on the wooden floorboards, not that another scratch would make any difference. She couldn't sit still, not when so much was at stake; Joel had mirrored her, but his movement was far more threatening.

In another world, Tess thought, her father would've liked him. That should've been enough to put her on her guard; really, she should never have trusted him on that basis alone, but something about him had stolen past her caution and fear, and now...well, how she felt was her own business, no one else's. Fool, she thought, not sure if she meant herself, Stephen, Joel. She raked a hand through her hair, pulling it from its clip, and tossed the ration cards down onto the table where they scattered like cigarette ash.

Joel's eyes were on her; she felt a shiver pass down her spine. The pressure of choice. Her mind raced, combing through the possibilities. Joel could hurt him - and Tess thoguht she'd like that, it wasn't the first time the small time smuggler had tried to screw them out of their rightful payment. Stephen thought he was better than them now he had a small crew; he was too young, too naive, to realise that the only reason Joel and Tess had never expanded their operations was because they worked better as a pair - they didn't need to. She flexed the fingers on her right hand that always went stiff in the cold, courtesy of a bad break years before, and heaved a sigh. "We go in, we get our product back, and we keep what he's paid us. If he wants to start a fight..."

She trailed off, meeting his eyes. Permission.

Joel had been counting his own ration cards, those that he had earned from legitimate work for FEDRA, while Tess worked on her own pile they had made from smuggling. He had spent the day deposing of human remains; the job nobody wanted to do but was necessary, and paid higher than most other low-level jobs in the QZ. He had become too immune to it now, the smell the death, the heartbreak, the morbid reality of living every day as if in hell, that he was one of the few people willing to undertake this gruesome work. Him and Tess had been working their asses off; both legitimately and through smuggling. Anything to get out of this hell hole. They had sacrificed so much and worked so hard to get this far, nothing could stop them now.

The grey-haired man left the brunette to do most of the brain work. Tess was smart, brave, and stubborn as a mule. A perfect partner in this cruel merciless existence. Joel did the heavy lifting in terms of brute force and he would let out the animal in him when necessary. Each needed the other equally.

As he was interrupted from his own counting by Tess’s words, he looked up at her with anger in his eyes. It wouldn’t be the first time Stephen would try to screw them over. Joel thought he had taught the man a lesson last time but apparently not. He stood up, his fists closed in anger. “I’ll really fuck him up this time.” He said in a low dangerous voice. He looked down at the brunette, ration cards still in her hand, as if to ask for permission. Joel was like the rabid dog waiting for his owner to release him into the wild. He wouldn’t act without her say-so. He had learned to trust the woman’s instincts, even though sometimes it was difficult to fight his own urge to take violent action.

#/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int #/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int. / assholevoice #/ 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓. through my hands like sand. #calling joel tess's rabid dog just rewired my brain. yessssss

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                                     @assholevoice liked tess's permanent starter call

She kept coming up short.

Tess let out a frustrated huff, blowing a strand of hair from her face. On the old worn kitchen table she and Joel shared (in their old worn kitchen, in their old worn apartment), she had laid out the ration cards in neat piles of ten each, and she held an extra pile in her hands, flicking absently at one worn dog-earred corner as she frowned. Maths wasn't her strong suit - she had barely paid attention in high school - but she could count to seventy without needing her fingers, surely. Just to make sure, she flicked through the cards again, rapidly counting the corners of the flaky paper, mouthing the numbers under her breath. When she was sure, she looked up, eyebrows knotting together as she frowned.

"We're short," she said, waving the stack in her hand at Joel. "I'm getting sixty-seven. Either Stephen can't count, or he's trying to screw us over."

#/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int #/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int. / assholevoice #/ 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓. through my hands like sand. #queued

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#𝐆𝐑𝟖𝐓𝐖𝐀𝐑.  ⁠—  selective, mutuals-only, 18+ multimuse dedicated to the first wizarding war.               anti-jkr. anti hogwarts legacy. loved by eliza. 26. she/her. gmt.

#/ promo. #btw im also going to tentatively be writing hp here if anyone wants !! #i should do a blogroll really

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                                     @iwritemilfs (charlotte) liked tess's permanent starter call

The corridor was scruffy and smelled like damp, but Tess figured none of them could turn their noses up at the decor anymore. She looked up at the peeling wallpaper to avoid having to make eye contact with any of the hovering Fireflies; she neither trusted nor liked them, and the heavy atmosphere was making them all fidgety. Not that the Fireflies were anything but fidgety - it was the only way they survived in the QZ, just like Tess, just like Joel: mistrust, and a twitchy trigger finger. Tess supposed that doing deals with them generally produced better returns than the average smuggler - they had some morals, even if Tess thought they were all going to get themselves killed for nothing - and that was the only reason she still agreed to supply them.

Joel and Marlene had been in discussions for a while inside the room, and Tess couldn't hold the silence for any longer. She was good at holding her tongue, but even she had limits: boredom made her dangerous, and the dust motes floating by the grimy window made her want to sneeze. She needed a distraction, so she addressed the woman left to presumably make sure she didn't start stealing the silverware...metaphorically speaking. "You got family in the QZ?"

#/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int. / iwritemilfs #/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int #/ 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓. through my hands like sand. #queued

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                             @dscvrdbcttr ( maggie ) liked tess's permanent starter call

Tess woke with a blinding headache and the taste of iron in her mouth; the heavy throbbing behind her eyes and the ache in her limbs only confirmed what she already knew. The blow had come out of nowhere; she had been knocked out enough times (and wasn't it sad that she could say such a thing) to recognise the signs. She stifled a groan as she tried to roll over, nausea roiling in her stomach, and cursed under her breath as everything dipped and swayed in front of her; she squinted against the dim light and reached up to touch the back of her head, finding a tender spot, her hair matted with dried blood. Then she froze. The ground was hard, compact soil; she hadn't been moved far from the forest she had been treking through, but in front of her were an unfamiliar pair of boots: small. A girl's shoes.

She tried to sit and the swooping sensation sent her falling back again, catching herself on her elbow. The gun was pointed at her head, held in a pair of steady, small hands. Tess's eyebrows went right up despite herself; the girl was barely a teenager, obviously living outside of any town or settlement, and held the gun like she knew how to use it. Tess raised a hand, annoyed to find it trembling, and clenched her fist to hold it steady. "No point in shooting me," she said, "I think I'll vomit if I move anymore. You didn't have to hit me so hard, you know. I've got no interest in hurting you."

#/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int #/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int. / dscvrdbcttr (maggie) #/ 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓. through my hands like sand. #thought id throw them into some conflict but i'm v v happy to change this if it doesn't work for you/maggie! <3 #queued

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                                     @demcnsinmymind liked tess's permanent starter call

It had been half a season since Tess had last been with a group; winter had passed, and spring was just beginning. Most would've seen that as the start of something beautiful, a chance to refresh, consider the future: spring was a time of blossoming, of new life, hope, and opportunity - but not for Tess. The fact was that the infected were slower in the winter; they were sluggish, sometimes even frozen if you went further North, and no amount of warmer days and thin spring sunshine could make up for the reawakening of the creatures that had haunted the last two years of her life.

She had been lucky; when her crew splintered Tess had seen the signs and scarpered before guns were drawn; she had watched the firefight from a distance, with nothing but a bag of supplies on her back...and, of course, her life. There was little grief within her then. She had not known the people long, and they were not family, only companions on the road who had watched her back for a little while, at least until they turned on each other - as people always did. She had been lucky, had found an old fire watch tower to hole up in for the winter, and had focused on getting strong.

Half a season of silence, and an ache she refused to call loneliness: so when she saw the curious figure in the ruined remains of a small town, she ducked back inside the mostly looted pharmacy, instinctive, her heart racing. Her throat felt dry just thinking about talking. You can't be alone forever, the sensible side of her said. Not everyone is out to kill you. But that, of course, wasn't true. She approached cautiously, her gun held loosely in her right hand; the man didn't seem like a threat, too ragged, unstable - but she had been fooled before. She didn't level the gun at him, no need to get off on the wrong foot, but her voice was firm (if a little hoarse from disuse) when she said, "are you bit?"

#/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int #/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int. / dcmonsinmymind #/ 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊. survival aches like a broken bone. #don't have any younger tess icons yet but! thought i'd place this like? two years after the outbreak? #totally up to you how long lance has been out of collingwood ofc!! lmk if i need to change anything <3

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𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑  |  tess servopolous of the last of us.

This is your chance. You get her there… you keep her alive… and you set everything right. All the shit we did. Please say yes, Joel, please.

mutuals only. multis please specify. tlou verse assumed but open to other verses on request !

#MWAH #i'll get to these tomorrow! <3

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It was funny: Tess had never been squeamish. Blood was blood, whether it was her own or someone else's, a little or a lot; in times when most people would flinch (and there was no shame in flinching: Tess had her own fears, God knows) the adrenaline carried her through and slowed her pulse, gave her sharp clarity. So why was it that seeing a coin-sized circle of blood on Ellie's pants made her hands shake and her vision go hazy?

It was just a cut, a small gash, nothing serious. "Blood poisoning doesn't care about size," she said roughly, tipping the bottle over the (somewhat) clean cloth until she could feel the odd, half damp, half dry sensation of the ethanol on her fingertips. She glanced around them for a moment; they were secluded with the brick wall at Ellie's back and only one exit to keep an eye on, and Joel probably prowling somewhere out of sight, but the back of her neck never stopped prickling in cities. Too many eyes, real or imagined. Without a warning she pressed the cloth to the cut, and bit back a smile at Ellie's exclamation. With her free hand she grasped the girl's ankle and held her still, dabbing carefully and ignoring her hisses and exclamations of pain. The gash began to bleed again, a little more freely now the blood was diluted, but it looked clean, with no gravel trapped inside.

"It's distilled," she said, though she knew Ellie had been being rhetorical. One corner of her mouth twitched upwards. "Don't even think about trying to drink some. You'll go blind. And that's not an old wives' tale, I mean that literally." She tied the bandage with an incongruously neat bow and patted Ellie's knee. "Remind me to check that when we make camp this evening. It's small, but it's deep."

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❝   it's   just   a   cut,   ❞   the   young   girl   replied.   ellie   would   be   the   one   to   climb   over   the   wall   without   seeing   the   sharp   rock   partly   sticking   out.   it   had   barely   clipped   the   side   of   her   calf,   her   not   noticing   until   almost   an   hour   later   when   a   small   amount   of   blood   seeped   through   her   pants.   the   cut   wasn't   deep   and   had   already   mostly   stopped   bleeding,   but   tess   had   insisted   on   cleaning   it.

ellie   winced   as   the   alcohol   was   applied,   ❝   motherfucker!   that   shit   fucking   hurts.   ❞   she   pulled   away   and   shook   her   head.   ❝   nope.   nu-uh.   no   more   of   that   shit.   ❞   jesus,   that   stuff   hurt   more   than   when   she'd   gotten   cut.   ❝   what   is   that?   acid?   ❞

#/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int #/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int. / herleads #the milf vibes of this woman.. #blood tw #injury detail tw #/ 𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐔. she's been dead since the beginning.

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

#/ ask meme.

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it's been a while i'm still alive & still love tess! just haven't been able to catch up with tlou because i started a new job (eek!)

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not me spelling my own url wrong on that icon. hellooo

#/ ooc #incredible detail spotting #by miss adhd over here

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@ircnmn asked  :  " how have you survived all this time on your own? "

  Answering questions from strangers was not something Tess generally did - but there was little else to occupy her time, so she supposed she could forgive him for being chatty.

The FEDRA blockade was spread across four streets in a great arc - trucks and tanks pushed close together, with rifles pointing over the tops; ridiculous, really, given that the only people trapped inside had been going from work to home, or home to work; no one in the Boston QZ ever did anything else, for fuck's sake. Tess always found it faintly amusing, in a sick sort of way, the paranoia and fear writ large on the face of every soldier, eyeing each passing family, each eight year old late for school, each mother with her bag of groceries, as if they were about to pull out a stack of dynamite and explode. Except, of course, that they could.

The bomb threat could easily have been a real one, but it had been two hours of sitting on the cold pavement waiting for the warehouse building to be declared clear and they were all still alive, so Tess figured it was just a hoax. Not that that stopped it from being a damn inconvenience. People were beginning to get frustrated about her, muttering and rubbing their hands together against the autumn cold. They were losing hours of work, getting their pay docked; parents would be worried about their kids, and husbands worried about their wives. No one was worried about her, but the guy sat on the sidewalk next to her didn't need to know that. Safer if people thought she had someone waiting for her back home. She blew on her fingers and flexed them out, trying to soothe the ache that always set in after she had been still too long, courtesy of three smashed knuckles, years ago.

"Same way anyone did, I guess," she said. It came out a bit too flat, a bit too harsh; she regretted it. He hadn't been rude, there was no need to treat this as an interrogation. She turned her face towards him properly, and though she didn't smile, her eyes crinkled a little in acknowledgement of her standoffish tone. "I walked from Chicago. Almost a thousand miles. Guess I was quicker than the infected. How about you?"

#/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int #ircnmn #/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. int. / ircnman #lmk if this doesn't work! <3 #/ 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓. through my hands like sand.

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I would like to nominate “You promised” “I know” as one of the most heartbreaking exchanges in the english language

#OOF. WELL. #/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. musings

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intimacy   /   non   cringy   nsfw   prompts.

tw:   nsfw   (obviously).

touch me.

please touch me.

i need you.

i want you.

i trust you.

you look so beautiful / handsome.

be quiet.

make me.

i just want to feel something.

make me feel something.

i couldn’t stop thinking about you.

you don’t have to be so gentle with me.

be gentle with me.

my clothes look better on you. 

is that my shirt?

this doesn’t mean anything.

don’t get attached.

try not to fall in love with me.

i want to be more than friends.

we’re just friends.

what are we?

what am i to you?

i love your bedhead.

just kiss me.

shut up and kiss me.

can i kiss you?

let me distract you.

i’ve missed you.

are you flirting with me?

say please.

please.

undress me.

is this okay?

are you sure?

tell me you want me.

come back to bed.

i don’t want to get up.

don’t go.

stay.

you’re so tense.

just relax.

i think i’m in love with you.

i love you.

#/ ask meme.

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𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑  |  tess servopolous of the last of us.

This is your chance. You get her there… you keep her alive… and you set everything right. All the shit we did. Please say yes, Joel, please.

mutuals only. multis please specify. tlou verse assumed but open to other verses on request !

#/ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒. starter call #tlou rp #these will be mini unplotted and probably thrown up somewhat vaguely - v happy to plot in dms if that isn't your style <3