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pettyprocrastination · 1 year

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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.

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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lovesickgoose · 5 months

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Your heavy medic drawings give me so much serotonin! A cute situation you could draw is them sharing a bubble bath

It's a big bath

#red oktoberfest #heavymedic #medicheavy #medic #heavy #tf2 #suggestive #scribbling #asks #thumbs up emoji #thank you very much anon ily<3

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toolateforus · 27 days

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Can I suggest some Jean and Trant interactions? Just for funsies

Or maybe Jean in his earlier years of working for the RCM? That'd be pretty cool :)

Jean and Trant <3

#disco elysium #jean vicquemare #trant heidelstam #tentatively tagging it also:#jeantrant #anon #asks #my art #thank you for the suggestion. drawing trant for the first time was interesting. i wanted to add dialogue but i run out of time!#I may draw patrol officer jeannie babey later <3

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braisedhoney · 2 years

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Part 1 - Part 2 (You are here!)

If there even is a home for you, that is. Do they know you’re gone, Captain? Either way, it seems you don’t remember quite enough. If you did, I’m sure that glare of yours would be enough to kill. Brushes:

- Jingsketch sketch round for all sketching, writing, painting, and rendering!

- A random default watercolor brush for the backgrounds.

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elitadream · 1 year

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Thank you for being the best Mario fan artist I’ve ever seen- have a picture of my cat

Thank you for the amazing compliment. Here's a drawing of Mario with your cat. 💖💖💖

#furry baby #I got an Anon ask recently suggesting that Mario would be a cat person #and to this I say yes #he would want to pet and keep them all 💝#also thank you again so much for the lovely comment!#this was fun to make :3 #Super Mario Bros #fanart

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vernonline · 1 year

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💌 ⊹ 𓂃 ｡ ‧ ₊ KNOCK KNOCK ! in the source link , you will find a download link for GDAILY , a customisable template based on celebrity gossip websites ! please do not redistribute , or claim as your own ! usage guidelines are inside the psd . please like / reblog if you found this useful ! <3 reblogs are ESPECIALLY appreciated ! do not use my templates if you use the ‘krp’ or ‘krp indie’ tags, if you are in a real life celebrity/hollywood rp, or if you are writing the celebrity as themselves. KNOWLEDGE OF CLIPPING MASKS IS NEEDED FOR THIS TEMPLATE! FONTS USED: made soulmaze, poppins, helvetica, arial black

#psd template #template psd #rph #rpc #( VERNONLINE ) : MINE .#( VERNONLINE ) : TEMPLATES .#thank you anon for the suggestion <3 #this isnt as dramatic as i hoped itd be #but i had fun making it :P

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sunshinereddie · 1 year

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ok so i just saw this art from @gloomy-prince and it made me think of a little hc!! all credit to then, so go show their art some love!!!

after the incident with bowers, as anon said, beverly immediately gets to work on trying to patch him up (bev pierced her own ears several times as a teenager, she’s sure this can’t be that much different….) but as she does so eddie won’t stop nagging her about sterilizing the needle, getting him out of this dirty bathroom and into a clean space, ranting to her about the possibility of infection and tetanus.

but then, when richie returns to the hotel and finds out what happened, he starts to panic. he hasn’t even been back in derry for 24 hours, and already so many bad things have happened that have made him want to start running. and now, on top of all of that, eddie got hurt, and richie wasn’t even there for him. hell, richie only just remembered a few hours earlier that he’s still in love with eddie after all these years, and now seeing eddie with a bleeding face, it’s all too much.

richie begins bombarding eddie, asking if he’s okay, asking what happened, trying to look at the injury to make sure his friends aren’t lying to him when they say eddie’s okay, and trying his very best not to cry because the sight of eddie in pain just breaks his heart. but then, eddie says, “i know you’re worried, rich, but it’s okay- i got beverly to sterilize the needle before she stitched me up, and bill’s bringing some antibacterial cream on his way back. these bandages are kind of old, but at least we were able to cover it up, that way it can stay clean even in this dirty place. plus, i’m all up to date on my tetanus shot, so i’ll be okay. i should pick up some antibiotics though, just in case…”

and all richie can do is… smile. because of course that’s what eddie is worried about. while richie is panicking about the fact that eddie just barely survived attempted murder and is worrying about how eddie is hurt, of course all eddie is focusing on is cleaning the needle to stitch him up and whether or not he’ll get tetanus. it’s all just so… eddie. and of course, despite everything that happened to him, eddie is the one trying to make richie feel better. richie couldn’t remember a lot from his childhood, but he did remember… that eddie was always there for him when he needed it.

richie throws an arm around eddie’s shoulders, giving him a comforting pat on the arm. “sure, eds, we’ll get you all of that,” he said, interrupting eddie’s rant about whether he should buy antibiotic pills or ointment. “but what i wanna know, is how’d bev stitch you up like that without any anaesthesia? i still remember the way you squealed when i snapped your arm back into place when we were kids.”

eddie huffed, his cheek not covered by a bandage flushing pink. “yeah, because i was twelve and that was a broken bone. besides, this didn’t even hurt that much.”

at that, ben stifled a laugh. “oh yeah?” he said. “my left hand begs to differ. i think you were holding on so tight you cut off circulation.”

eddie tossed a roll of bandages at ben to shut him up, but he was laughing along with the rest of them. richie slowly removed his arm from around eddie, but he didn’t take his eyes away from him. eddie was laughing, but richie could tell that the action was hurting his cheek.

they had a terrifying day ahead of them. all the night before, richie had only been able to think of the worst-case scenario, convincing himself that that was how this whole thing was going to end. but now, as he looked at eddie’s bandaged cheek and the hopeful smile on his face, richie made a promise to himself. he promised himself that he wouldn’t let anything else hurt eddie while they were here. they were going kill IT, and finally end this nightmare once and for all.

richie just hoped they would be able to pull it off.

#once again thank you gloomy for this art and thank you lovely anon for suggesting the idea!!!!!#ALL CREDIT TO THEM <3 #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #reddie hc #reddie headcanon #it #it au #it hc #it 2017 #it 2019

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luimagines · 1 year

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OK OK, BUT CONSIDERED THIS:

Modern day chain getting isieked in hero-game- character reader's fantasy world.the chain are all basically like somewhat fans of readers game & have played every version but then one day they get transported into reader's world & now the reader has to protect & transport these guys back to their worlds.

Could u imagine one of the links (who's got a big crush on them) is getting taught by them on how to use a sword because as badass as the hero is they can't always be there to protect the links.

Then they get them into THAT position.

The classic one.

You know the one.

You know what I am talking about.

Picture this :

The link in question (whoever you want) is swinging a sword, sparing with the hero with their newly learnt swings & techniques. The sun is barring down on them as beads of sweat flow down from their foreheads & layers of their top garments have already previously been discarded to limit their restraints & to also prevent themselves from getting a heat stroke.

Duck, block,swing,parry, swing, swerve,dodge, swing,swing, jump & duck.

They kept repeating this pattern with Y/N as they spared off together as with each repetition began to go faster & faster then the previous. Sometimes the hero would throw in an attack from outside of the rhythm to shake up the playing field & to keep link on his toes yet still stayed consistent with the patterns as they'd clashed their metals.

Duck, block,swing,block, swing, swerve,dodge, swing,swing, jump & duck.

Y/N's eyes never seemed to move from their cold & laser focused stare into him that felt like they'd burn right through him into his soul.

Link had continued to keep his eyesight trained into their attacks with every hit,but a part of him just couldn't seem to stop his eyes from occasionally trailing off ever so slightly to admire...their very VERY impressive build that looked....ahem......a bit sweaty.

He could almost feel a lump in his throat form as he watched the bead of sweat roll down thier-

FOCUS LINK!

He quickly blinked as he shouted at himself internally only to look up & narrowly blocks a hit coming from above.

The heat must have really started to get to him if he was struggling this much to not get distracted.

That was the only explanation he could think of, after all they had been sparing for a while in this summer heat,both of them are nearly at complete exhaustion with everyone else resting inside the lodge inn thus leaving them both alone together.

Swing, block,swing,parry,swing, swerve,dodge, swing,swing, jump& duck.

It was hot.

He's cheeks felt hot

His face felt hot

They were hot.

He just felt hot.

Everything felt hot & his muscles screamed out for him to stop but he couldn't, but for what? What was it? Why did he always want to still keep going?Was it his pride? Fear? Stubbornness? Determination? Adrenaline? Whatever it was that was calling out to him to keep going was starting making him feel as if somewhere in a some distant world he was made-no-meant-no- he was built to do this, it was near second nature to him.

Duck, block,swing,parry, swing, swerve,dodge, swing,duck, jump & duck.

It felt...good.

Duck, block,swing, swing, swing, swerve,dodge, swing,swing, jump & duck.

It felt real.

Duck, block,swing,parry, swing, swerve,dodge, swing,swing, block & duck.

It felt natrual

Duck, swerve,swing,parry, swing, swerve,dodge, swing,swing, jump & BLOCK.

It felt normal.

It was just hot outside that's all.

Then finally a loud clash is heard &-

Hit.

He blinked & saw he had knocked the sword clean out of the hero's hand, Y/N had looked over to where the sword had been thrown then they turned to him & gave him a quick surprised but proud smile as they placed away their shield behind their back signaling that it was the end of todays lesson.

"Ha! Not bad! Not bad at all!You've improved a quiet lot haven't you? I don't know if I've mentioned this to you but you lot really seem to have a bit of talent for this sort of stuff.I guess it won't be long till your fighting moblins all on your own,eh?" Y/N walked over to pick up the discarded sword from the ground before turning to walk back to Link.

And as much as the majority of his being screamed in joy once it was all over, somewhere in the smallest piece of him that lived somewhere deep in his primitive mind somehow wished it didn't end.

But he still was relieved to finally be able to rest.

"hah-well, ah-we've got a pretty great tutor for this stuff,so-hoo- we can't take all the credit.." link pulled up the side of his sleeve to clean away the moisture building on his face as he breathed heavily.

"Your stance still needs some work though, next when you're going for a slash remember to put more of your weight forward into it & twist your hips a bit, it'll make it much more faster." Y/N held the sword up to demonstrate the motions.

"You mean like this?"

Link attempted to copy the reiteration only to be cut off by them once they noticed his inaccurate stance.

"No,no,no, you have to turn,turn your, link you gotta-no! You have to- nevermind let me just-!"

And before he could even get a breath out link suddenly felt a pair of hands latch onto him & very warm chest pressing into his back.

Freeze

Suddenly the air in his lungs didn't exist as he felt a hand grab into one of his fore arms & a hot breath blow past his ear. His mind went blank as his perception of the world around him narrowed down to the person behind him.

He couldn't hear anything past the pumping blood & low breathy words being spoken in his ears like fine wine being chugged down.

He could very clearly hear them speaking but he couldn't know what they were saying,it was like their voice was both too close & too far away for him to hear.

He turned his face over to speak only to come to notice just how close their face was to him & was almost startled. He must have been staring during those few seconds because the hero had soon stopped talking still facing forward with one hand still guiding him glanced to his face with their eyes.

"Hey, seriously, you need to be paying attention to this part,Link."

He could swear he almost felt their lips brush past his ear as they leaned in just a bit closer to him.

Suddenly he felt a pair of fingers gently but firmly grab his chin to divert his attention right back to the sword in front of him.

"S-sorry, right, I was just-nevermind.." He blinked & shook his head regaining his focus as he felt his cheeks begin to flare up more again both from the initial embarrassment of getting caught in that fashion & by much they've physically gotten closer to him.

It was just the heat that was all, he was just imagining it!

"Ok link just move your hands up to the side like this & move your waist like that." Their voice sounded tired & breathy next to his ears as he contemplated if this counted as being in torture or heaven. Sure he fantasized about hearing the character of myths speak to him like this but not like "this" this.

It's just the heat,it's just the heat,it's just the heat!!

The hero then placed a hand on his hip pulling him in to turn as he felt himself pressed into their pelvic & the other hand guided the rest of his forearms to slash against a tree.

"That's right,just like that link.Just a little more & oh that's good. Right there Link! Keep going!"

Hylia please end him right now or give him strength to live through this. On second thought maybe just kill him & end his suffering.Were they doing this on purpose? They had to be. Then do they know about his feelings? Were they just teasing him? No it wouldn't make sense since it would be so out of character from them to be like that in the game.

But they aren't in a game.

And Y/N wasn't a game character.

Sure they looked,acted & sounded perfectly like the protagonist in the game & their world/story is a perfect replica of the games & but that didn't mean they were the same person even though their life's stories/trauma are the exact same ones as the protagonist of the game &-

No,he was overthinking all this, his mind was trying to make the situation into something it wasn't because he was tired & it's been frying in the heat.

It was just another normal,everyday, INNOCENT little training with THIER FRIEND & nothing m-

"You're doing so good, Link. Don't stop!"

DEAR HYLIA KILL HIM NOW.

They had to be doing this on purpose.

If he didn't feel uncomfortable in his pants before he very much did now.

He could feel thier muscles & heat on his back. He could feel the strength in their arms as they firmly held his wrist getting him to repeatedly do the strikes.He could feel just how their frame seemed much bigger than his. Granted he wasn't a very tall person but this somehow made his more aware of his small short frame.

He wants it end.

He doesn't want it to end.

He wants it to end.

He never wants it to end.

SLASH.

There was a sound of bark being torn off & looked up to see a huge cut through the thick trunk of a tree that he must have left behind with his own sword.

He did it

The hero had then finally released his forearm & hip as they back off from his body.

And although he & he's bodie were relieved that it was finally over somewhere in the back of his subconscious mind still called out & wished it hadn't ended.

Only this time he was actually longing for it.

But now that Y/N wasn't right next to his ear any speaking to him he couldn't make out that they were congratulating him for his improvements because the sound of his own heart was beating through his ears before they walked off saying something about remembering to join the others after he rested.

Once they had left & were long gone Link fell down against the slashed tree.

As he sat there panting & gasping for air he leaned his head back to stare up to the sky's.

The sun was still blazing with only a few clouds hanging by.He sat there thinking to himself in silence.

He just felt hot. That was it.

It was just the heat.

He was just hot.

Nothing happened

He. felt. hot.

It.was.the.heat.

He began to think back on the events that transpired, like how their chest was presses so close against his back,the way thier hands were gripping onto his arms, the way their lips barely brushed past his ear,the sweet smell of sweat mixed earth & oak filling his nose,the sound of their grunting as they clashed weapons that breathy low voice that was so close to his face it sent shivers down his spine while they called out his name with praise, in only he'd have that all again but while-

NO! STOP!

No one did anything.

No one is doing anything.

Y/N was just helping them out, they weren't doing anything on purpose,it was just his mind playing tricks with him! Making things out to be what they weren't! He needed to get his head out of the gutter, he couldn't think of someone who's risked thier lives more then once for him in such a way.

But.then again..

His placed a hand over his mouth & looked down to stare at the sword in his hand as the memories flashed through his head once more.

Weather they did or didn't intend to do it on purpose...

His face flushed again.

His body was hot.

His face was hot.

He felt hot.

Y/N is hot.

He slumped to the ground with his arms placed over his head covering his face under the tree's shade in absolute embarrassment & defeat.

Well there was no point in denying it anymore

He spoke the last words from his thoughts out loud.

.......

.........

....,.............

"that was....kind of hot."

Hi Hello. I'm dying.

Thank you anon.

I'm blushing and it's dumb and I'm very happy to have found this in my inbox XD

I feel a little bad for Link- but it's not exactly out of character for Reader to make things a little bit hard for Link, is it.

Take that as you will XD

I just..... Everyone look at this. ^.^*

I have no more words. Take it. Enjoy it. I'll be thinking abut this for the rest of the day now. It's going to live rent free in my head for a week. <3

#pinky replies #modern au #isekai! chain #suggestive #anon stories #someone remind me to add this to the masterlist please!#i think i might have misses the last few #or at least one of them #so if someone would be so kind as to check #I would be forever grateful #this is toeing the line of my rules #but i'll accept it #since there's nothing graphic #goodness what would I even title it as?#Thank you Anon!!!!#<3

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shuploc · 7 months

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May I request more Viktor? Please?

Of course you may!

I must admit, I've had a little bit of a Viktor itch I've been wanting to scratch, but I've also been insanely busy and prioritizing Miguel stuff whenever I've had free-time. Perhaps a little Viktor piece is in order sometime soon 🤗

#can't help but think back to the anon earlier and how they could have literally just said something like this #-instead of telling me my shit is getting boring and they demand to see something else #anyways lmao' didn't mean to ruin this ask' thank you for the suggestion!#miggy is my roman empire' but my heart lies with my arcane boys <3 #I'm so so so glad I'm in two phases at the same time and that both somehow overlap slightly #I'm never not inspired and I never run out of ideas 🥹❤️

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mustangs-flames · 1 month

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What made you choose North Dakota? :] -Glow-in-the-dark Anon (if that isn’t taken already!)

The weather/climate and the opportunity to have a made-up town be more rural and smaller. There's also a large Christian presence there, too, which works well for a lot of the plot stuff with Mark and Father McLoughlin! An anon suggested it and I kept the ask saved in my inbox and did some researching and it was a state that fit really well with everything I have planned! :)

#hail true body #mustang answers!#thank you so much to that anon for the suggestion!! <3

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cementcornfield · 8 months

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What’s the most underrated Joe and Ja’Marr moment/story in your opinion!?!

Oh man I’ve been trying to come up with an answer for this and honestly the only thing I can say is all of them!! Every moment!! It’s like that post that went around when Joe wore Ja’Marr’s jersey - if this were happening in the hockey fandom there would be sky writing!! One of the greatest duos in sports and so few people are talking about them!

But I am happy to see the growth in the fandom, even if it’s still small. Because it’s a fun community and I love talking to all of my mutuals about how insane these two are whether in dm’s, through tags, or asks <3 And I’m super excited for the new season to start so we have even more to discuss.

I will say that most of my posts are about how insane Ja’Marr is about Joe, and I do not regret that lmao. But I don’t want people thinking that Joe isn’t just as crazy about Ja’Marr, he just has fewer opportunities to show it, what with how he evades media as much as he can. I mean, again, he wore Ja’Marr’s game worn jeresy to the Saints game. (He made Ja’Marr take it off the wall!!! It probably stank. But he wanted to ‘honor’ Ja’Marr in his hometown. He wanted to pay homage to their 2019 season. Could he have done that wearing his own Burreaux jersey?? Absolutely, but this was just as much about Ja’Marr as it was about anything else). He gave Ja’Marr the game ball from the national championship, when he had every right to keep that for himself. And, this is just a theory, but one I think has strong evidence, the bengals drafted Ja’Marr for Joe. I think if Joe had, very reasonably given the circumstances, asked for them to draft Penei Sewell so he’d have better protection after his knee was completely destroyed during his first season, they would have done so. Instead they got Joe another weapon, and not just any weapon, but his favorite one from college. Ja’Marr talks about how they’d been texting for at least a month before the draft, talking about their plans to reunite, so you know Joe was absolutely involved in the team’s plans.

I went off course here but basically, I think my answer to this is that Joe’s appreciation for Ja’Marr might be a little underrated. (Despite him constantly mentioning Ja’Marr’s talent and intelligence and how good of a person he is whenever he’s asked about him). Ja’Marr’s more explicit about it and for a number of reasons from him being more open to him being asked about Joe more, but I think the level of appreciation is definitely equal between them :)

#ask #anon #i’m gonna put my money where my mouth is and post some of my favorite joe talking about ja’marr moments i think #if anyone has any suggestions hit me up….because i’m thinking of like 3 right now but i’m sure there are more #thank you for this question anon. i could talk about them all day.#as i’m sure all my followers can see #(sorry for those of you who don’t care i’m astonished y’all stick around i love you)#god can you believe less than a week til game day!!! ahhhhhh!!!

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liverpool-enjoyer · 2 months

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i don't know if you listen to lana del rey but "young and beautiful" would go on your gavi playlist 👉🏻👈🏻

FHSAGDLJFHS YESSSS!!! while im not a lana die hard i do listen to her quite a bit!! n i love this song sm omg ESPECIALLY the bridge. jus added it to the playlist

#THANK YOU FOR THE SUGGESTION ANON I LOVE YOU #he is so beautiful <3 #ty for the ask <3 #gavi #pablo gavi #pablo martín páez gavira #fcb #barcelona #fc barcelona #spain nt

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milkweedman · 9 months

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I am sorry you've been harrassed by terfs, but the way you are currently trying to weed them out seems a bit misguided. As in, the vast majority of terfs are in fact ok with big hairy CIS men. The so-called men they are actively hating are trans women/transfem people. So by acting like you proclaiming your love to big hairy dudes is the best terf-repellant you seem to be missing the point at best.

i'd love to actually respond to your concerns or whatever the hell it was that you were trying to convey with this ask, but it has almost no basis in reality so i literally cant.

thats the one statement on how effective i think the banners are that has left my queue so far. which is: i hope it works but also have literally 2 other backup plans already in case it does not. i dont know why youre calling that "acting like [me] proclaiming [my] love to big hairy dudes is the best terf-repellant", because thats wildly off target from what i have actually said at any point. everything else youve said is also pretty much either dead wrong or ignorant, so im getting the feeling that you not reading has been a problem for a while.

(ive also not mentioned terfs this entire time--ive been talking about radfems and using the word radfems. they're not the same thing although there's large overlap. so like. thats strike two for zero reading comprehension, buddy. cause you are literally not talking about the group im talking about and youre also inventing whole new sentences that i didnt say.)

#obviously reading ability does not equal intelligence. more about the wild overconfidence of someone who didnt bother to check if they #even read a statement correctly #i misread things all the time which is why i also dont barge into strangers inboxes to insult THEIR intelligence #because i know theres always a chance im completely wrong and i dont want to be an asshole #anon you could give that a try #like what am i even supposed to say to this ? i dont think its the best terf repellant and have never said that ?#but if you know so much about them go ahead and tell us your suggestions for how to get rid of them #im skeptical that they will make any sense at all but im always open to new ideas #(feels nice to be condescended to doesnt it ? i assume thats why you were condescending to me so im returning the favor <3)#anyway other than this fool thank you all for the supportive asks im glad youre enjoying the banners ! so am i :D #way too soon to tell if theyre working (no radfems yet but i usually get a wave of them every couple months so i wont jump to conclusions)#but just as blog decor theyre already great #there are many many asks though and i dont enjoy when this blog is less fiber craft than other stuff #so im reading each one and appreciating them but please dont be upset that im not responding to them or posting them #i have the first 2 i got in my queue and then i got like 20 more so

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