Anonymous asked: OMDSGHSJFLIHVM I HAVE MY OWN TAG. YEEEESSSSS. Your enthusiasm is infectious, by the way, and I have two more songs for you: Don't You Give Up On Me by Milo Greene and Beautiful Dawn by The Wailin' Jenny's (Their stuff is REALLY good for TLOU). And now I must go write more things for you, because it's surprisingly fun to work with someone else's characters.

100% of my contributions to this fandom are excessive, infectious enthusiasm and incoherent wailing. I’m surprised I haven’t scared everyone off with it, yet. CURSE YOU AND YOUR FEELS-INDUCING MUSIC, ANON. THE FRICKING WAILIN’ JENNY’S NEED TO STOP PUNCHING MY HEART. 

Also. WHY WOULD YOU EVER SEND ME ‘DON’T YOU GIVE UP ON ME’ NO ANON YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND IF IT WERE POSSIBLE TO MAKE TRAILERS FOR FICS I WOULD USE THIS SONG IT LITERALLY ENCOMPASSES EVERYTHING I WANT SOTM TO BE GOOD LORD. 

YES YOU CAN DEFINITELY WRITE ME MORE THINGS MUCH APPRECIATED. It is fun, isn’t it? That’s how they get you. OH LET ME JUST WRITE A LITTLE BIT, you say. And then you’re staring at your laptop at three in the morning seriously contemplating something inane like facial expressions or which direction someone walks in and then you know you’re lost. 

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Anonymous asked: Hi! Prompting Anon, here. I've got a few songs I think you'll like: Cold is the Night by The Oh Hello's, Ghost Town by Radical Face, You Are Here by The Wailin' Jenny's, Gone Gone Gone by Phillip Phillips, and Home by Jasmine Thomson.

BLESS YOUR HEART PROMPTING ANON HOW DID YOU KNOW THE WAY TO MY HEART IS THROUGH SONG RECS? I listened to them all before I answered this, and holy crap. I’m not crying, I just have some stupid post-apocalyptic characters in my eye. Ghost Towns has been one of the go-to songs for ages, and Gone, Gone, Gone… THIS WHOLE SONG IS ONE FLUFFY ADORABLE CODEPENDENT MESS DON’T TOUCH ME. And okay, confession time. Phillip Phillips is my guilty pleasure quasi-pop addiction when it comes to Joel and Ellie. Shh. Don’t tell. the amount of times i’ve listen to ‘raging fire’ and his cover of ‘wicked game’ is shameful tbh

OKAY SO COLD IS THE NIGHT SHATTERED MY SOUL THAT WAS EXTREMELY RUDE ANON. EXTREMELY RUDE. I LOVED IT, MIGHT BE MY FAVE OF THE LOT WHICH SAYS A LOT. YOU ARE HERE JUST SLAYED ME SO THANKS FOR THAT IT’S NOT LIKE I NEEDED MY HEART AT ALL. ALSO I HAD NEVER HEARD THAT COVER OF ‘HOME’ BEFORE AND GOOD GOD THE FEELS. I know you don’t ship the thing, but good god do you ever know how to sucker-punch a girl right in the OTP. 

Thank you so much, darling. These are all going to pull me by my eyeteeth into editing this beast and OH IDK MAYBE CONTINUING THE STORYLINE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER. 

By the way, the fic you submitted was rather brilliant and I’m honoured that you sent it to me. Just one little fic writer’s opinion but I think you’re really good. Just saying. i may or may not be going to listen to more phillip phillips now dont judge me

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hello-pirka asked: Hiii.. I would like to start off by congratulating you on yer newest fic "Rivers and Roads" for TLOU! That was one of the best one shots I've read so far! And so, if you don't mind, I have a prompt for thee. I'm thinking Ellie somehow comes across a deck of Pokemon cards, which prompts a discussion between her and Joel on the pokemon series. I don't think Joel'd be a fan per se, but he would know enough about the series since it was popular during his youth and from watching with Sarah.

Hi there! Thank you so much. I’m so glad to hear you liked the fic! 

I’m gonna be honest with you, darling. I know absolutely nothing about Pokemon. It was on a lot when I was a kid, but I never got into it. I don’t know if I’d be able to do the prompt justice. But, if I’m ever able to plant it as a little Easter egg in a bigger fic, or a drabble, I promise I’ll let you know. Thank you again for the congratulations, and for being so sweet.    

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First Kill (Submitted to the blog by my Prompting Anon)

AN: A little something I wrote for you to give back for the awesome SOTM universe. And because I couldn’t get it out of my fucking head. From the anon prompting you, I present a peek inside Ellie’s head the first time she kills another human being. Hope you like it. (This is my first time writing with characters not my own, by the way. I’m kind of nervous, but I really kinda want to write a fic and put it up on FF or AO3.)

Shitshitshitshit


The inner mantra matched her hurried footsteps as she struggled against running flat out for the sake of being quiet. That asshole was taking entirely too long and—icing on the fucking cake—Ellie heard distant pops of gunfire below her. If Joel had gotten himself hurt, or killed, or infected, she’d…Ellie paused at the foot of a staircase, flattening herself against the wall and holding her breath, hoping the shadows would be enough to conceal her while the heavy footfalls grew closer. The hunter stopped in the doorway, casting a half-hearted glance up the stairs before grunting to himself and walking back the way he came. Ellie let her breath out slowly, but didn’t leave her spot until his footsteps receded completely.


Cautiously, she edged out into the hallway, glancing up and down its length. A glimpse of a blue windbreaker to her right (who the fuck wears a windbreaker in the middle of summer? She’s dying in her black thermal), and a handy sign pointing out another down staircase to her left. No fucking contest. Ellie turned left and half-ran to the relative safety of the stairwell, starting to take the steps two at a time, but slowing down when her foot slipped and she almost took the fastest way down. Her thoughts turned back to her inner tirade.


She’d…what? Snark at his corpse? Sack up and set off on her own? No, Joel can’t be /any/ of the above. He can’t, because she needs him. Frankly, that scares her shitless. Riley’s grin flashes behind her eyes and Ellie grits her teeth. No. Not now. She needs to focus. It won’t end up like that. It can’t. She’d die first. That scares her too.

~

She hears the splash of water, grunts of exertion, and strangled gasps she recognizes from when Joel wakes up and suddenly she’s running. Ellie leaps from the scaffolding edge, realizing at the last second this is a bad idea and landing is probably going to hurt like a bitch. Of course it does. A stab of pain shoots up her leg from her ankle, but there’s no
time because the hunter is looking up at her and he’s shocked for now but Joel is still underwater and why can’t she fucking move already because his surprise is wearing off—


Ellie spots a gleam of silver in the water and lunges for it. The weight of the pistol in her hand is familiar as she draws it up, her left hand automatically coming up to support the gun so the kick doesn’t damage her wrist, just like they drilled her at school. The shock in the man’s face briefly shifted to fear and he’s reaching for something behind him, but the gun comes up, smooth and easy and she fires.


In the moment the hunter fell and Joel broke the surface of the water, turning to look at her, the only thing she could numbly think of was that shooting a dummy and shooting an actual person were very, very different. The dummies didn’t bleed. They didn’t jerk for a few seconds before their bodies caught up to the fact that they were dead. They didn’t gurgle out a last breath.


When it became clear Joel was waiting for something, Ellie let go of a nervous breath and her arms fell to her sides.


“Man, I shot the hell outta that guy, huh?”


“Yeah, you sure did.” Joel’s expression shifted to something neutral as he gained his feet, and her eyes were drawn back to the body. She felt like suddenly her stomach decided it didn’t like her anymore and lurched sideways like it was trying to sidle right out of her abdomen.


“I feel sick,” she muttered, all but collapsing onto a nearby crate with her wrists balanced on her knees. Joel had been looking at him—it. It wasn’t a person anymore ‘cause she killed him—but when he turned back to her he was pissed.


Again.


“Why didn’t you just hang back like I told you to?” he demanded, snatching the gun out of her loose grip before retreating a few steps with a quiet huff. What—?


“Well you’re glad I didn’t, right?” It was a rhetorical question and she wished he would stop talking so she could concentrate on not spewing her guts out. Naturally, the rhetoric flew right over his head and Joel gave a bitter little huff that could generously be called a laugh.


“I’m glad I didn’t get my head blown off by a goddamn kid.” Oh, fuck that. She just saved his ass and he was sitting there acting like he had had the situation well in hand. The stab of anger drowned out the nausea and she pushed herself violently off the crate.


“You know what? No.” His head snapped up to look at her, impatience and annoyance written clearly in the lines of his face. “How about, ‘hey Ellie, I know it wasn’t easy, but it was either him or me; thanks for saving my ass? You got anything like that for me, Joel?”


That was a lie. It was easy. Too easy. She clamped her mouth shut when her stomach lurched again and she knew exactly what her nightmares would be like that night.


For a second, Joel’s features softened marginally and he looked conflicted. Then the scowl was back in place and he shook his head, walking past her, mumbling a gruff, “We gotta get going.”


“Lead the way.” Asshole.

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im looking over a gifset of joel nearly shooting henry after joel and ellie almost drown and literally just noticed he only backs down when ellie says henry saved her too like he gives zero fucks when henry says he saved him but as soon as he realizes henry saved ellie WELL THEN suddenly its time for further consideration i literally CANNOT

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Awake My Soul
Mumford & Sons

in these bodies we will live,

in these bodies we will die,

and where you invest your love,

you invest your life

(Source: agolden-afternoon)

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