QUASTARI ; A Mostly Canon Multimuse With A Few Ocs Sprinkled In. Private & Low-activity.

hey this is your captain speaking. can everyone hold on real tight for a sec. i want to try something

Sorry that came off as aggressive, it’s probably because I’m being aggressive.

     ❝ you got happy egg money ? ❞

     despite his SNARKY response, stan leans over to pick up a carton. it was the brand he always used to roll his eyes at, believing only a sucker would cop out the extra few bucks for them. stan's tempted to put them back & try to convince mabel to choose a different kind.

     her eyes BEAM at him from over the side of the carton. the eggs go into the cart with a groan.

     ❝ these 'cakes better blow me away, kid. ❞

mabel hardly notices the stares, she's far too caught up in her own technicolor little world - one where REAL eggs are an absolute necessity! ❝ c'mon grunkle stan, i wanna give great uncle ford the complete authentic mabelcakes experience - a chance of eggshells in every bite ! ❞ she's joking - mostly .

hopping off her grunkle-powered chariot to inspect the options, she lands on a carton which boasts of free-roam pastures, heartier yolks . . . & a heftier price tag than the rest. ❝ can we get this kind ? please ? ❞ she points excitedly to the idyllic images on the packaging, ❝ look how happy these chickens are, that means happy eggs, happy mabelcakes, happy everyone.❞

the girl beams up at stan with an earnesty that would seem questionable coming from any other kid - but this is mabel pines , wholeheartedly wanting to go the extra mile for the people she cares about most. how could he say no to that ?

timelines, my soul is yours

♡ for a starter / memes from arthur morgan

pioneering something called "gritted teeth optimism" where everything is gonna turn out okay even if i have to bite and claw and gnash my way through it

          — vincent van gogh

open to mutuals !

                ❝ i heard a shot. you okay ? ❞

          joel has his revolver at the ready. eyes scanning about - he hears nothing now, but he's been jumped one too many times to grow COMPLACANT at the absence of noise.

          & sure, his tone is clipped & stern. it's a hot summer day & they should've been back in jackson two hours ago. but he stills takes a moment to make sure he isn't returning ALONE.

     the concern was SLOW to melt away - as shown with the taut brow & clenched jaw that remained on joel's face. even when faced with tommy's reassurance - & tommy's presence - there's still the instinct to run & fight & kill.

     still, his brother's FOND scolding is enough to rein joel in, his head shaking lightly while his eyes move to inspect the infected tommy had put down.

     ❝ startin' to seem that way, ❞ joel replies, tone TIGHT & tense. now that the adrenaline was starting to die down, it was easier to think straight. ❝ could be a horde comin' through. ❞

"You worry too much," Tommy scolds him, although his words lack any real bite. Instead there's an underlying warmth -- a subtle hint of fondness that he's thankful to have Joel's support. They didn't part on good terms all those years ago so to have Joel back in his life means everything.

His jean jacket is covered in dirty and grime, notably a fresh splatter of blood. The blood shines a brilliant scarlet under the hot summer sun. Tommy uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow before offering a proper reply. "Killed a stalker that was hiding under a dead runner. I'm starting to think there's more infected here than what it seems."

JOEL MILLER // THE LAST OF US

made some gifs for the first time! might make more for fun :)

bonus // grey, long haired joel <3