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#THE JOEL VIBES
lotus-pear · 2 months
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soukoku as one of my dearest renaissance paintings
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sherlockig · 6 months
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puck-core
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floweroflaurelin · 1 year
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The baddest of boys!! Wow I sure hope nothing bad happens to them
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hejustlikethedark · 10 months
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pedro pascal x polaroids
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plutomarigold · 3 months
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can you draw Lizzy?
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LIZZIE (and Joel). To be fair I was planning to only draw her but I really missed drawing people dancing so you get some jizzie content from me.
For those of you who are interested their costumes are from Mărginimea Sibiului but I did remove their headpieces cause I love drawing Lizzie's hair.
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theminecraftbee · 5 months
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Joel turns around. Martyn is standing there. His eyes are a burning red that gives Joel the heebie-jeebies. If anyone would know to be scared, it's Joel! He would! He'd recognize a mad dog if he saw one anywhere!
Anyway, all of that is to say that his high-pitched scream had been totally justified. "Oh my word Martyn what are you doing here?" he says, clutching his hand over his heart, several feet further back than he'd been thirty seconds ago.
Martyn snorts. "Is the sign not for me? Figured there was no one else it could be for."
"The what?"
"The sign."
Joel turns around. Outside his base, the other Mounders have hung a helpful banner: "SORRY EVERYONE YOU LOVE IS DEAD <3".
He'd told them it was kind of rude, hanging that up. Sort of made light of the whole thing, really. His wife and Mumbo and Jimmy had died, guys, don't be idiots about it. Bdubs had loudly told him that he was TRYING to be helpful, Joel, geez, why don't you appreciate his efforts? Pearl had shrugged and said they don't exactly make cards for this kind of thing. Joel's pretty sure they do, actually but...
Sorry everyone you love is dead. Hah.
"My wife is dead, Martyn," Joel says.
"Who, Lizzie or Jimmy?" Martyn says, weirdly dark. "Anyway, my husband's dead, so--"
"Your what?"
"Mumbo and I got married one time. Everyone forgets that for some reason."
Joel has to think about it a while. "Huh."
"Yeah. Anyway, you've still got the other Mounders, huh? Don't know what you're crying about. Thought the sign had to be for me. Thought I'd show up. Get cake. Kill some people. You know how it is."
"If there's a TNT minecart in my base, the first thing I do after I turn red is kill you," Joel says.
"That's not really how it works this time," Martyn says.
"Yeah, well, screw you," Joel says. "Also, they didn't make me any cake. I should ask them for that next. Hah. A cake."
"You know, maybe don't ask for that? Parties tend to go wrong in this game."
"And who's fault is that, huh?"
"Hey, don't look at me! Or, do. Since I'm going to kill everyone, on account of everyone I love being dead and all. Really convenient excuse for murder, that. I should use it more often, if it didn't involve the crippling grief," Martyn says.
"Oh, please. At least you tend to have people to love in the first place," Joel snaps.
"Oh, right, that is your curse, isn't it?" Martyn says. "Sorta broke it last time, but you do tend to get isolated and a bit crazy. Hey, I wonder if we're the ones who traded, actually what with the whole wolf thing."
Joel blinks. "What?"
"Oh, we're all cursed," Martyn says. "After all, They like it better that way. Hey, do you think Jimmy's curse transferred to Lizzie, got cancelled out by the fact Lizzie tends to die stupidly, or got broken? Personally, I'm thinking random fluke, when it comes to canary nonsense."
Joel stares at Martyn. His throat is dry. "What?"
Martyn stares back. "Hey, I'm the mad dog this time," Martyn says. "You probably shouldn't be the one growling."
"Well then, you should stop saying stupid shit," Joel says.
"Stupid? Please. It's obvious everyone is cursed. Nothing to be done about it but to play into the--"
"NO ONE IS BLUMIN' CURSED," Joel shouts, his vision suddenly red and blurry in a way it shouldn't be when he's still on yellow. "NO ONE IS BLUMIN' CURSED. THERE'S NO SUCH THING! YOU'RE JUST, JUST MAKIN' UP REASONS IT ISN'T ALL A TRAGEDY THAT EVERYONE I LOVE IS FUCKING DEAD, MAKING UP REASONS THAT IT--NO ONE IS CURSED! IT JUST HAPPENS! IT JUST HAPPENS! IT JUST FUCKING HAPPENS! AND WOULDN'T IT BE BLUMIN' NICE IF THERE WERE A HIGHER POWER BUT THERE ISN'T SO SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT CURSES!"
He's panting. Martyn is staring at him. He stares back, a snarl on his teeth, the echoes of wolves and of grief, grief, grief, grief playing at the back of his throat.
"Joel?" Martyn says, hesitant.
"My wife is fucking dead. My best friend is fucking dead. One of my new possible best friends is fucking dead. Sorry about your husband, I guess? Get out."
"Bold thing to say to the guy who can kill--"
"I SAID GET OUT!"
Martyn stares at Joel a moment longer, and Joel finds he's not scared of the madness in his eyes at all.
Martyn leaves.
Joel realizes he's crying. The tears turn into giant, ugly sobs. Sorry everyone you love is dead. Sorry everyone you love is dead. Sorry everyone you love is dead.
"I blumin' hate caring about people," he says to no one at all through choked breaths, and he kicks a rock at the banner for good measure. It pokes a little hole through it and bounces off the dick-shaped tower behind it.
"Someone really should have made both of us a blumin' cake, they should," he says next, and he sits down until Pearl runs over, having heard the shouting. His face is red and his vision is still swimming. She stares at him, gathers him in her arms, and cries with him, and for the life of him, he doesn't know if that's any better.
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catminecraft · 5 months
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boys I've never drawn before + joel
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1captainjordan4 · 6 months
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COULD I GET AN ESMP S1 JIZZIE?
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Redrew a scene from ponyo for this one, love me a beautiful woman with a pathetic man
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trulybetty · 10 months
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Joel Miller | pre TLOU vibes.
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mermaidgirl30 · 1 month
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We are all just maladaptive daydreaming to music and playing out our fan fic scenarios in our minds, huh?
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him
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floweroflaurelin · 16 days
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I’m trying to get back into the swing of painting, so as a warmup I made this!! Morgan the dog belongs to my friend @theminecraftbee and is the bestest girl <3
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whyland · 1 month
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"I feel like I'm the Mezalea of Hermits."
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webcxre · 5 months
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yuo're honor they're buddies
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ollyolyoxenfree · 5 days
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stratos lizzie // animalia joel
send an ask requesting two emperors and a season, and ill swap them !!!
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eupheme · 3 months
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— tucked away
joel miller x f! reader
<300 words | implied age gap, sneaking around, references to oral sex, fingering
my contribution to @iamasaddie ✏️ writing challenge! this was so fun, thanks so much for hosting this! 💕
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Your heart thuds in time with the beat that slips in from the dance floor. All that blocks you from the throng is the narrow hallway that leads to the makeshift coatroom. Sheltered behind the curtain that hides the racks of coats from view.
His mouth is at your throat. Hurried, in his eagerness. In your roaming, greedy touch and soft sighs - unable to wait until you’re back at the hotel.
No one will miss you - not with the post-toast champagne that glitters in their veins, the steady stream of wine and liquor. Too caught up in the circling sway of the bride and groom, to notice that you’ve both slipped away.
Tucked away in this darkened corner of heaven. Coming together after your eyes had met - again, and again, and again. Fingers drifting - a tie loosened, then lost. Mouths following, swallowing unheard sighs.
There’s red on his lips. Smeared across a cheek. You hope soon the marks will drift down, down. Across tanned skin and coarse, dark hair - a messy halo marked around the base of his cock, when you finally are able to have him the way you’d like.
Your legs spread wide to fit his hips, knees pressing to ribs. The fabric of your dress rucked up, as you perch on the wooden table. A fluttering in your belly at the ebbing high - your thoughts a messy, contented swirl. All the while his fingers still move, the dampened heel of his palm rocking against, drawing out the pleasure. Hurtling you towards more.
You can still remember your friend’s text message, sent while you were getting ready. Her answer to your confession of what you hoped the night will bring.
Mr. Miller? Really??
And then a -
Do you like have a thing for older men or something?
Yes, you sigh. As his breath ghosts against your skin - a rasping “You can give me another, can’tcha? Just one more and we can leave-" in your ear - paired with the clever curl of his fingers.
Yes, you fucking do.
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