#dev answers

[polygonlaundry]

Omg can i see the weird photoshoot matt and jay did?

i found these 2 on tumblr...reverse image search doesn't bring anything up and i have no idea where they're from/if there's any more from this shoot😭 deeply mysterious to me

[the-real-dev]

kiss marry kill: elias, ibarra, maria

marry marry marry #TRUTHNUKE

[world-wide-what-now]

You. You’re the one who “checked out” my Leitner, right? Bet you thought you were being real sneaky. Well, you’re not. I found you.

-S

^See? I can be sneaky too.

Ah, Sol! Good to see you around.

I'm surprised at the accusation of "sneaky," though. I haven't been particularly subtle about any of this. After all, why would I write my full name if I didn't want you to find me? ::::)

[thedevkhanna]

Agar apke dil ka apartment khali ho toh main aa jau? Permanent resident bane 🤭

Dil ke apartment ke sath sath, actual ghar bhi khaali hai

Very lonely gng 🙁🤘

[thedivinereverie]

hey dev, i only now saw your post from a couple weeks ago. i just want to reach out and tell you how much i love all of your writing so so very much. i love your frankie one shots, those feel hard to find sometimes like really good ones and i've revisited yours multiple times lol. and i do not even know where to begin with the joel stuff you've written but gdkahglhsadl it is.. divine and perfect. a burning desire was a big time comfort read for me last year. but idk i basically want to be validating and say if your time, energy, and creativity are just not aligning with this space anymore, that is more than okay. i feel like there's not enough people encouraging others to go where their personal winds blow creatively. ofc a part of me i wants people to write din and joel and javi and frankie forever lol but that's not realistic! and besides, it is things like your very distinct voice and style that is something that has led me to make it through so much of your masterlist. everything you have written and shared has been deeply appreciated, i know very much by me and i'm sure by others as well. shit has been so weird here the past few months. i've only been a part of the fandom for like a year, but it seems as broken as ever. part of me just wonders if that's how fandoms go because it seems like drama has always been a bit inherent to this space. i will always be grateful for the plethora of insanely creative work i've found here, especially your own. it is so clear how much care has been poured into your stories and i'd like to think that even if things go in a different direction, nothing will ever change that and what it has meant for you and the people who read/support your work. whatever you decide ultimately, whether it is switching up your blog and making it multi-fandom or just sticking to ao3 or whatever, please know you do have support. things have quieted down a lot it feels like and again maybe it's normal. inspiration ebbs and flows for people. more than anything, i just want to convey that you deserve to follow what feels good to you, not just what you feel obligated to finish. if and when you feel like sharing more, in any form or fandom, whoever receives it will be lucky to share in a part of your time and energy. sending you so much love 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

coming back to this has sent me into tears. i’m so serious. you have absolutely no idea how much this means to me. to know that my work has had even a sliver of impact on anyone who’s come across it means the absolute world to me. i love sharing my writing so much, and i honestly sat on it for awhile and have decided that i’ll be making this blog multifandom, but it’s a slow process for me right now. taking time off of here has been really good for me tbh.

i’ve actually been writing for another fandom but have yet to publish anything (hopefully soon)! just know that i really do want to finish a burning desire, but right now i cannot for the life of me get myself to write for any of the ppcu. i really, really want to see this story through but right now i don’t want to force myself to write for something that doesn’t come naturally yk? and i love putting my heart into my work. it just wouldn’t feel right if i didn’t.

but thank you so much for taking the time to read what i’ve put out and sending this incredibly sweet message. i hope that what i’m writing for the other fandoms makes people smile just as much as i’ve made you smile. that’s all i really want. thank you, anon, for making my day so much brighter and sweeter and encouraging me to do what i absolutely love.

sending so much love right back to you. 🤍

[penvisions]

🐎 small talking about …worst weather they’ve each been in, or best/favourite weather they each have. Everybody can talk about the weather, even grumpy Joel Miller…

@jessthebaker ooooh yes i LOVE this idea, even the grumpiest of grumpy joel miller can dad talk about the weather

word count: 1k (got a little carried away bc i love these two so much, oops)

warnings: horses be tricky, reader has phonophobia, thunder, storms, summer storms

a/n: this was so fun! i decided to write about their experiences with bad weather, but i made him not grumpy since well, i was feelin' like this would be a bit further along in their patrol partnership

series masterlist || main masterlist

“This pressure in the air is…” You trailed off as you gazed up at the darkened sky. The deep, moody gray having crawled across the sky to blanket the sun. Lightning burst to life on the horizon, making you freeze atop Lowry. The sweet horse so attuned to you that she paused in her slow, meandering steps.

Thunder boomed, echoing across the open plains, startling you even as you waited for the sound with a held breath.

“We should head back, storm’s comin’ in fast.” Joel regarded you atop his own horse, Kiana. She whinnied, not liking the direction he was turning her toward with gentle motions of the reigns. The hush of rain on the horizon was loud as it moved toward you both. Wetting the plains with fat droplets that did nothing to quell the humidity that had made the air dense and hard to breath. Intensifying the heat of the mid-summer day and almost instantly flooding the ground into a muddy mess.

“Yeah, good call.” Following his lead, you steered Lowry to turn around. It had been too slow a realization on both your parts, clothing soaked and sticking to your skin and weighing down your hair as you closed the distance back toward the settlement. With a piercing whistle just as you crested a slippery hill, Joel let the guards on duty know that you were back.

Laughter bubbled up from them underneath their makeshift protection against the rain atop the tall, foreboding wall that protected your town. You couldn’t help but share in their good moods despite the sudden shift in weather when you and Joel finally found yourselves underneath the eaves of the stables.

His graying curls were soaked, one of them so affected it looked like a ringlet as it fell over his forehead and flopped with his every move. Heat bloomed in your chest when he tossed you a mild glare, but the sparkle in his dark eyes told you he didn’t mind it so much.

“Alright, I get it, I look like a drowned rat.” He shoved at you lightly as you dismounted and began to tend to Lowery. She knickered before she shook out the water from her fur without warning. Kiana imitated her, pelting you both.

“Alright, enough.” His quiet command had the two horses baring their teeth in a true flehmen response.

“That the worst weather you been caught in?” You removed your wide brimmed hat, grateful for the little shield it had made over your hair and face. Until the horses had decided to mess around, picking up on the easy-going mood despite the rain.

“Nah, worst would be a snowstorm back in Boston. QZ hadn’t been prepared for it, we lost what little power we had for nearly two weeks.” He easily spoke as he began to tend to his own horse, rich velvet voice soothing with the backdrop of the hard rain. “Before that it had been…fix or six years ago when I was out on a run. Nearly got picked up by a tornado as I sought out shelter where I could.”

“Oh geez, that’s intense.” You hung up the saddle just outside of Lowrey’s nook, closing the tall door behind you and ensuring the lock latched shut.

“What about you?” You turned from where you had offered the appaloosa a handful of hay. The tickle of her soft, velvety muzzle bringing a smile to your face. Joel was hanging up his own saddle, detaching the supplies he had fastened to it. His shot gun still secured across his broad shoulders.

“Hands down the ice storm that hit my city before the year before the Outbreak. Entire thing shut down because ice was built up about three inches thick on every roadway and street. Then it hailed and snowed for a week straight. Took forever for it to thaw out with the temps below freezing for so long. It was a bad winter, that’s for sure. But we never lost power, thankfully.” Walking side by side, you stoon just inside the stables with the man. Both of you staring out at the sheet of steady rain coming down from the even darker sky. It looked like dusk, even though the day had been new and the sun had just risen a few hours ago.

“Chicago?” He looked over at you, eyes roving over your profile. He noticed how your long lashes stuck together, the way your clothing stuck to your skin. Stepping away he rummaged around the collection of items stored around the doorway. With a grunt of appreciation at his stroke of good luck, he presented you with a worn umbrella.

“Yeah, born and raised.” Your eyes held long felt emotions as you shook your head at his offering. With a tug, you secured your leather hat back atop your head. Fingers tipping the brim, you dismissed him. “Got my hat, you need it more.”

“Why don’t we share, sweetheart?”

“Joel Miller’s gonna walk me home in the rain.” The teasing tone of your voice may have been lost in the way your voice lilted but he didn’t seem to show if he noticed.

“Someone’s gotta protect you from the thunder.” A raised eyebrow, a challenge from the handsome man had you feeling weak in the knees. He was teasing you, he was actually being friendly with you and your stomach flipped. It had been so long since anyone outside of your extremely small circle had felt comfortable enough around you to do so.

“Y-yeah, I’m not the biggest fa-fan of loud noises.” One of your hands rubbed at the back of your neck, heat filling your cheeks as you realized he had noticed your twitch of every boom as you made your way back to the settlement.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha. But once the ice forms, you’re on your own.” His lips quirked up in a grin as he opened the umbrella and sidled back up beside you. With a small brush of your shoulders against his in silent retaliation, you both stepped out from under the safety of the stables and into the rain.

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[cyath]

mammon is the type of guy to point at you and say "this one's for you" and miss completely when playing basketball or something

Pfft- he is the type then he just would say sike nvm and then try again then miss, knowing his luck 💀

[unintended-developer]

just to scare you I'm gonna call him tbh

RUN DEV BOY! @codebreaker-0 PSPS