Day 68! Loser

back at it again for the lloyd art🫡🫡

cw// blood (i forgor)

Ben switching seats so yasammy doesn't have to sit next to each other and holding them both im gonna cry

hello yaoi

Realz

what it feels like to be a purecacao truther in the year 2025

i am so glad you exist, even if you exist so far away from me 

EVERY TIME I INVITE HER AGAIN. SHE SHOWS UP.

how tf am i an essential worker?

he better NOT be silly...

the joyous luigi:

You’re My People

I wrote a short little Abby and Lev thing post-canon of both games that kind of explores Abby as a character and the similarities between her and Joel and their approach to parenting / protecting their children. You can find it here on AO3 or read below the cut!

The nightmares that woke Abby up in the night often differed slightly from each other.

Sometimes she’d be her younger self, walking in there and finding what Joel Miller had done to him, her father’s brains splattered on the floor.

Other times she’d be her older self watching her younger one going in there, not listening to her when she warned her what she was going to find in there and crying quietly as she heard her own screams.

Recently though, her nightmares had been about Lev, about the same fate meeting him that had met everybody else Abby had ever loved. It’s one of those dreams that has woken her up in the early hours this morning and left her unable to get back to sleep so, rather than continuing to try, she’d decided to get up and sit by the window in the abandoned old apartment they’d managed to find and recover in on their journey to the fireflies.

She looked over at him, watching his chest rise and fall in the even breaths of sleep, and knew she’d do all in her power to keep him safe and alive for as long as there was breath in her lungs. She wondered, perhaps, if that was the same thing that Joel Miller had felt and that had been what had caused him to kill her father, kill all of the fireflies, to save one child.

She hadn’t understood it at the time because the kid he’d saved wasn’t even his by blood and her sacrifice could have meant a cure for everybody. But, as she glanced over at Lev again, she found herself understanding Joel now for the first time.

Lev wasn’t hers by blood either but she imagined what she felt for him must be what most parents feel for their children. She’d give up anything for him and that would include a cure too, she thinks, and she can’t help but wonder when she started thinking this way. She remembered encouraging her father with what he was doing, telling her she’d want to make that sacrifice if she was immune.

But Lev was different.

Perhaps in part, it was due to him being the only thing she had left now. But still she’d given up everything for him even before that was the case and gone against the Wolves to protect a Seraphite. Was she as terrible as Joel was for feeling this way? She’d realised fairly quickly that him being dead hadn’t made her feel any better but did she deserve to suffer the same way she’d felt he did, had ensured he did?

She heard Lev stir, a slight whimper coming out of him indicated his own nightmares, and she moved to sit with him on the bed, gently easing him into her lap.

“Shh,” she soothed gently, pressing her lips to his dark hair. “I’m here. It’s alright, bud, we’re okay.”

He relaxed after a moment and settled in her arms and she stayed there just holding him close. And with the weight of him in her arms, she found she didn’t care anymore whether it made her like Joel or not. She’d do whatever it took to keep him safe from any other harm because to her, nothing and no one else mattered anymore as much as him.

bro, the me inside your head is kind to you, right? haha? 🤨