#( feat: eleanor )

[entrelysinful]

━ › @wvllvms ! ━ › 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

his heart hurt and tomorrow he's sure his head would hurt also, but in this moment he does nothing but pour himself and his sister another drink. ❝ please tell me that you surely have something interesting to tell me ? ❞ he questions as he gulps his own burning liquid down, refilling the glass before taking the two over to the woman. ❝ things have become a dreadful bore as of late. ❞

[reaganmurphy]

Reagan didn't know what to think the other had linked arms with her. It took her off guard but she tried not to let it show on her face. She could tell the situation was off with how the other girl was acting. She finds herself nodding as she listened to the words. She could play along until they got somewhere away from the stranger. Sure she might not know the whole situation but she was up for helping in anyway possible. Instantly, she walked alongside her, hoping the stranger didn't try to follow after them.

location: choose your own adventure

" thank goodness you're finally here!" eleanor exclaimed, relief flooding her voice as she spotted someone approaching. she quickly linked her arm through theirs, eager to escape the creeping presence of the person she had been chatting with. their questions had taken a strange turn, and elle couldn't shake the unsettling vibe—she really tries to give people the benefit of the doubt, but their energy was really off and she had been listening to way too many true crime podcast these last few days. " please play along, " she whispered urgently, glancing back as she waved a hasty goodbye at the stranger before hastening their steps. // @aurorabaystarter

[tennospaceboots]

Really good stuff from Eleanor today feat. Her and Lettie, Arthur and Aoi, and my poor Drifter having to finally admit they are pining for her brother.

[entrelysinful]

━ › @wvllvms ! ━ › 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜���𝑝𝑡 ⸻ ❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❝ i still maintain, i didn't know she was his wife, i would of been more discreet. ❞

[vocaloid-tunes]

weathergirl | FLAVOR FOLEY (Vane, Jamie Paige, & rice) feat. Eleanor Forte AI

[euphoriclusts]

julius smiles knowingly, more than willing to take the fall for that particular opinion. he's grateful for the job, had suspected it'd be difficult to obtain a job with his experience, or in some cases lack thereof, but he'd been able to sell himself pretty well. sometimes, the art of manipulation could be used for good. "of course, i'll share some of myself without letting it get unprofessional or...difficult for you to deal with." he'd always prided himself on his ability to be a people person. of course, he was also an avid fighting people person, but that went without saying considering his new position. lips part when she asks about his former experience, licking at his lips he opts to sugarcoat the truth as opposed to straight out deceive her. "i was in charge of protecting a wealthy business man." a mob boss, but...semantics. "i enjoyed it for a time, but...eventually the two of us didn't really see eye to eye," and he was struggling to stay with his brother. he'd almost been arrested so many times he could direct himself around the local police station with his eyes closed. "it's very different here. he was...everything was very particular. there was no room to breathe. sure, it'd be exciting at times but...there comes a time in every man's life when there is such a thing as too much excitement."

“your words, not mine.” though she’s clearly inclined to agree on the matter. she’d like to believe there’s a little extra to being her bodyguard than merely keeping an eye out for threats and it’s a relief to eleanor to hear that he has a similar line of thinking. it would’ve been just her luck to brave approaching her father about how unhappy she was with the man assigned to protect her, only to end up with another of the exact same temperament. “good, i think that’s smart. i know you’re technically under the family’s employ, but never feel as if you need to fake anything around me. i don’t mind a little honesty.” it’s refreshing, in fact. most people would be too afraid to speak freely considering who she is and the last thing she wants is yet another yes man added to the pile. “speaking of honesty… since i told you a little bit about my previous bodyguard, do i have permission to ask about your last job?” she smiles as innocently as she can muster as if the action might help sway him. “i don’t need any intimate details or anything, i was just wondering how different things might’ve been in comparison to where you are now.”

[babydollmarauders]

OVERWHELMED — JACK HUGHES

part of the el!hughes au

summary: in which Lovie gets overstimulated and overwhelmed and Jack swoops in to help.

notes: this is totally not me projecting at all— nope- definitely not

it was something i wasn’t prepared for about motherhood— i’ve always been sensitive to loud noises, getting overstimulated and irrationally upset after a while.

i was fine in situations where i expected it; concerts, hockey games, the like. but when i was in the comfort of my own home or in a place that i wasn’t expecting it, it quickly became too much.

and when these situations happened, i became irritable and acquired a touch aversion. needing some quiet time to myself in order to recover.

when i became a mom, i was able to power through it. the newborn and infant years being an easy feat, as my daughter was a relatively quiet baby.

but with the toddler years has come the screaming, even when happy. Eleanor’s once quiet demeanor disappeared, replaced by excited squeals and happy yelling.

she would be playing and just randomly start screaming in excitement or get frustrated and scream out of annoyance and distress.

i was understanding. she couldn’t fully talk yet to express herself and for the most part, i could breathe through it and be fine. but there were those few times where it became too much.

like now.

El’s excited screams bounce off the apartment walls as she runs around the hallways with her tiny red target cart, full of her favorite toys. baby dolls and magnetic building blocks piled in the cart, running into door-jambs and furniture and clinking together.

i take deep breaths, my head pounding in ache as i sit on the couch. i love my daughter. so much. but this is entirely too much.

my husband stands in the kitchen, laughing as our toddler crashes her cart against the back of the couch, making the entire sofa jolt before she screams in excitement once again.

i flinch, squeezing my eyes shut and taking a deep inhale. i reopen my eyes just in time to see my two-old run around the side of the couch, slipping and falling onto her butt.

she lets out a shriek in frustration, tears springing to her eyes as she rises back to her feet, abandoning her play shopping cart in favor of fast walking over to me on the couch.

climbing up the couch cushions, her cries get louder with the close proximity, making my breath hitch.

“mommy!” she whines. her little hands grip my shoulder as she steps into my lap, plopping herself down and looking up at me.

i instinctively lock up, my back straightening and my hands flying up towards my shoulders in attempt to get away.

it makes me feel like a horrible mother. i can’t even power through the touch of my own child when i’m overstimulated like this.

El’s cries get louder as she reaches up to touch my cheeks.

“mommy! boo boo!” my heart aches in my chest and i’m near tears, myself. i hate seeing my baby upset but i can’t bring myself to do much. i bring my hand down, rubbing her back but even that makes my skin crawl in discomfort.

“it’s okay, El-Bell.” i attempt to comfort her, but my voice is near-robotic, just running through the motions.

my tears finally spill over and i send a desperate glance to my husband, who is already stepping over to us.

he gives me sympathetic eyes, quickly scooping up the toddler from my lap, which only makes her more upset.

“mommy!” she cries out, reaching around her father to make grabby hands at me, my heart shattering even further.

“hey.” Jack coos, turning around so that El’s back is facing me. “it’s okay, lovely. daddy’s got you.”

his eyes lock with mine and he gives me a quick and affirmative nod, letting me know that he’s got this, and i take that moment to rise from the couch, sneaking off towards our bedroom.

“you wanna watch a movie, baby? you wanna watch Ariel?” i hear him ask, resulting in the halting of El’s cries. i assume she’s nodding, as not a moment later i hear the familiar ‘thum thum’ of the disney+ app being opened on the tv.

i quietly creak our bedroom door shut, leaving it open just a crack before moving to lay on the bed, burrowing myself in the blankets. my head just barely peeks out of the comforter, providing me with fresh air.

sobs wrack my body, lightly shaking the bed. i cover my mouth with my hand, muffling my cries so that my toddler doesn’t hear them out in the living room, but it only serves to make me cry harder.

it’s moments like these where i wonder if i’m failing my child. because i sure feel like a failure. what kind of mother am i? to get so overwhelmed by my own child, that i can’t even stand being touched by her?

it feels like hours until my sobs finally subside, but in reality i know it’s only been maybe half an hour.

now i lay in the bed, staring up at the plain white ceiling and overthinking everything.

is El going to hate me for this one day?

have i let her down?

is Jack going to hate me for this?

will he get tired of the fact that i can’t handle our daughters loud noises and leave me?

my thoughts are interrupted by the dip of the bed beside me. i look over to see Jack laying a napping Eleanor next to me on the mattress before he lays down on the other side of her.

he looks at me with an expression full of worry, pity overtaking his face.

i turn on my side, facing my husband and our daughter, and he does the same.

“how are you feeling?” he questions softly, not wanting to wake our sleeping toddler.

“better.” i tell him, gazing down at El and running the back of my hand across her chubby cheek.

i love her so much.

“i feel like i’ve failed her.” i confess. “like i’ve failed you both.”

Jack is quick to squash those feelings, leaning over the toddler to press a sweet kiss to my lips.

“stop doing that.” he pleads. “stop reducing yourself down to your bad moments. i love you. El loves you.

“so you have a few times where it all becomes too much- i may not be able to understand it fully, but i do understand that it’s out of your control. you love El, i know you do, i see it every day. if it were up to you, i know you would never have these moments. but they do happen, and that’s okay. El may not understand it yet, but she will one day, and she still loves you regardless.”

his words make tears prick my eyes once more and i break our eye contact to gaze back down at our daughter.

“you are more than these moments, Lovie. and i will do whatever i can to help when they do happen.” he tells me, smiling softly.

“when i’m home.” he adds, making me let out a watery giggle.

“i love you.” i express, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips.

“i love you more.”

“thank you for being so understanding. and for swooping in to help.” i smile, raising a hand to cup his cheek, trailing my thumb softly over his cheekbone.

“thank you for being the most amazing wife and the best mother to our beautiful baby girl. thank you for giving me the best gift i’ve ever received.”

“your ‘#1 dad’ hat?” i joke, making him throw his head back in laughter.

“our daughter, Lovie!” he clarifies through chuckles. “although, i do love that hat.”

[cyyberblue]

Hero

[yakuza-emulation]

Our birthday, today’s going to be so fun!

- Elizabeth Eleanor Afton (##/##/83)

Extra ramblings under the cut :)

Feat. Updated designs for the rascals, because the old ones were kinda lame and very Gacha-inspired

So, I’m inconsistent as always. But there’s a reason this time :D

I made this a while ago and just had it in the drafts and I didn’t know when I wanted to post it (like real soon after the previous one, closer to the (head cannon) date I have for their birthday (07/23/83), or even on my birthday (coming up soon lol))

But I figured might as well post it and get it outta’ the drafts and move on-per se?

Admittedly, I’ve been slightly moving away from FNAF and going to other things. I’m still a fan, but it’s a bit more passive?

Regardless, still like FNAF, just consumed with other media rn

[hey-imma-fangirl]

Thank you for inviting me to collab with this song! I’ve never actually sang in front of anyone before so this is exciting and nerve racking

Once again, this song sounds AWESOME!!! (And I’m not saying that cuz I’m in it lol) You’re so talented, Nightmare! Great job!

TO BE BEAUTIFUL (ft.@hey-imma-fangirl )

Lyrics and Instrumental by:Me

Vocals By:Me (As Sarah) & @hey-imma-fangirl (As Eleanor)

Art by:Me & @hey-imma-fangirl

Enjoy

Reblogging Appreciated 👍

[entrelysinful]

━ › @wvllvms ! ━ › 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟.

❝ unless you come baring news of a cure for a hangover, sister dearest, you are here much to early for my liking. ❞

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Neon, a couple of GFL girls, and velvet crowe having an S/O who basically does shit that Gundam heavy arms custom does (AKA trowa fucking hi jump acrobatics with fucking 4 miniguns in a Gundam) despite holding weapons that would force immense slow down on people.

(GoV: Nikke/GFL/Tales of Berseria)

Neon, RPK-16, AK-15, M4 SOPMOD II, and Velvet's S/O performing insane acrobatics

"Gravity? Who gives a crap about gravity?!" - Scout, TF2

Also that is one of the sickest ways for a mech to make an entrance, I don't care how dumb it is, it's so cool.

(Neon) "First of all, how?! Second of all, HOW CAN I DO THAT?!"

Neon is completely mesmerized with how S/O is able to break physics and leap so high into the air with so much equipment.

Now, everytime she goes into the firing range, she wants to replicate that trick.

But she has to be stopped by literally everyone because she'd just fall and break her neck.

Not that it would stop a Nikke, or Neon for that matter, but she tries!

Neon hops up and down as the weapons she's carrying barely lets her get an inch.

(Neon) "This is SO UNFAIR! HOW DOES A HUMAN DO THAT, BUT A NIKKE CAN'T?!"

Surely, the gods of firepower laughed at her attempts.

16 watched in a mixture of horror and amazement as she watches S/O leap so high into the air, quadruple wielding heavy weapons.

She doesn't even fire as S/O mows down the enemy drones effortlessly.

(RPK-16) "Hm. And humans had to create T-Dolls when they had you?"

She finds it fascinating that S/O seems to be the only human capable of this feat.

But now she's starting to believe that S/O wasn't human at all, considering.

16 lends S/O her LMG just to see if they could replicate their trick perfectly.

Which they did.

(RPK-16) "Well, I suppose there's no need for me to be here. I'll let you take it from here.~"

She's only half joking.

15 stares completely deadpan at S/O when they finished.

If there was anything she hated, it was absolutely wasting your time and doing things inefficiently.

Which S/O just performed both spectacularly.

(AK-15) "...If you can fire normally, you do not need to waste your time doing a flip."

She is not impressed at all.

If anything, it irritates her.

Why the hell did they even do a trick like that when standing completely still got the job done?

(M4 SOPMOD II) "THAT WAS SICK, DO IT AGAIN!"

SOPMOD is cheering every single time she sees S/O do that sick ass flip, decimating the entire enemy force with a volley of those guns!

She absolutely wants to learn how to do that, not giving a damn of how unnecessary or impossible it was!

SOPMOD pouts when she can jump, but not wield the guns at the same time.

(SOPMOD) "Hmph, no fair! What kind of secret trick are you using, S/O?!"

She doesn't really question the fact S/O can defy the laws of physics, only why she can't do it either.

Velvet knew you had to perform some insane feats to be part of her plan.

But the degrees of which S/O did their attacks was bordering on Magilou levels of extra.

She watched as S/O leapt impossibly high into the air, slamming down cannons that even she couldn't lift that easily.

Maybe it was some kind of power she didn't know about? Honestly, she didn't care too much.

As long as it got the job done.

(Velvet) "Should I even ask how you're able to do that?"

Magilou and Eleanor agree with Velvet that S/O is just wasting time doing those acrobatics.

However, Laphicet, Eizen, and Rokurou think it's one of the coolest attacks they've ever seen.

Which makes her big sister instincts kick in.

(Velvet) "If Phi tries to copy you, S/O, I'm eating you."

[vanessaedp]

Sweetheart |•| Simon Riley x Fem Reader

fluff, angst if you use a magnifying glass 🔎, Ghost being a cutie patootie, sexual innuendo once, 141 meets ghost's s/o for the first time, soap ans gaz love cats, i hc gaz has celiac disease

not proof-read bc i cant be arsed soz lmfao 💀

also reblog pookies and i'll give you a free foot massage

~~~~

Three months without your boyfriend.

Your eyes scanned the new book you bought, 'Psycho by Robert Bloch'. It was a good book. 'I think everybody goes a little crazy sometimes' Norman bates said in the book. It was a line you related to heavily, especially when Simon went out on his missions. You were left all alone with your cat, Eleanor. Although, she was an adorable, orange tabby cat she reminded you of Simon since he bought her for you. Everything in this house reminded you of Simon. Half of the stuff in the living room he had bought because he'd rather gift you something than hug which you understood because he had opened up a tiny bit about his past and it seemed traumatic. Simon gifted you the most lavish things to equal the amount of times he wanted to hug you but couldn't due to his past. It was sad to think he had to buy your hugs but you appriciated the gesture.

~~~

"Right, I haven't had the chance to tell her that you lot are coming so if she freaks out don't worry." Simon grumbles.

The rest of the group nodded. Price was sitting in the drivers seat with Gaz beside him, they were both chatting about how the mission went while Simon and Soap were sitting at the back. For once, Simon showed some emotion. Nervousness. His leg was bouncing and his fist kept clenching and unclenching.

"You alright L.T?" Soap piped up, looking at his obviously anxious supervisor. Simon nodded.

"I hope she's doing alright." Simon stared at Soap with that stoic expression. Price and Gaz stopped talking and Price turned his head a little, keeping his eyes on the road.

"I'm sure she's fine. From what you've told us she can put up a fight so if something was to happen she'd be cool as a cucumber." Price smiled, trying to lighten the mood. Simon grimaced at the last part of his sentence but Price wasn't wrong. You knew Taekwando and you were flexible. Simon was shocked the first time you showed him how to do a backbend and that beautiful arch your back made that caused him to feel-

"Yeah, Ghost. She seems really nice. I've heard her while you two were on call. It's funny really. She sounds so sweet and bubbly and you-" Gaz stopped himself. "Well..." He trailed off when he saw Price shaking his head at him.

"He means that you two are polar opposites." Soap chimes in. "But you know what they say." He nudged Simon as if he already knew what he was going to say. "Opposites attract."

"Fucking hell." Simon let out a deep sigh. "Are we almost there?" He sounded impatient.

"Just around the corner, mate." Price reassured.

~~~

There was a knock at the door.

You poked your head from your book, folding the page over and stepping off the couch. You sighed. It could be Simon, then again it could be your SHEIN order that was due to arrive yesterday. You walked over to the door and opened it, gasping when you see your boyfriend, Simon.

"Simon!" You smile, stepping forward. Simons breath hitches and you notice this so you take a step back. He feels guilty. He had just been gone for three months and he's too scared to embrace his own girlfriend of 4 years? No. He won't let his fears get to him. Not when he's just left you for so long. Simon steps forward, pulling you close to him and hugging you. His arms stretched around your waist and he rested his face in the crook of your neck, you heard him inhale your perfume.

You were too distracted about the fact that Simon is hugging you that you don't realise his friends were here. You lifted your head to see them awkwardly looking away. "Simon, you never told me you brought your friends." You laughed when he pulled away, you could see the embarrassment in his eyes when he realised he had dived into your arms infront of his boss and co-workers.

"Yeah." He shuffled to the side and they all met your eyes. You smiled and waved and they did the same, mumbling some "hi's" and "hello's". "This is Soap."

"I believe he prefers-." Gaz speaks.

"Pipe down." Soap interrupts him.

Simon gave Soap a harsh pat on the back and Soap gave him a dirty look. He points to Price and Gaz. "Thats Price, my captain and Gaz."

"Oh, its so nice to meet you all. Come in, i'll get you all something to drink if you'd like.

"Um.. alright then." Price smiled back and entered, Gaz and Soap followed close behind and Ghost shut the door.

"I'm gluten free, by the way." Gaz says, looking around your massive living room. It has cat toys everywhere and Gaz nudges Soap. "They have a cat." He whispers and Soap looks thrilled, his head darts around in search for the feline.

While your in the kitchen making the men something to drink, they all settle down on the couch. Eleanor walks in and nuzzles against Ghost's leg. He leans over and pets her, scratching behind her ear. Soap looks in awe. "You never told us you have a cat." He scolds Ghost.

"You never asked." Ghost mumbled, picking Eleanor up and stroking her soft fur. "I missed you, Ellie." He whispers and holds the cat like a baby, loud purrs from Eleanor filled the room.

"Can I hold her?" Gaz asked, peeking over Soap's shoulder to look at the tabby cat.

"Me too, please." Soap asked, feeling his heart melt when Ghost placed Eleanor on Soap's lap. "Oh my god, who's a good kitty?" He says in a baby voice as Eleanor stretched across him and Gaz's lap. Their hands eagerly petting the cats fur.

You return with a tray of coca colas in bottles. "I made sure it was gluten free." You laugh and take a seat in an armchair. "I see Ellie has taken a liking to you both."

"Is that her name?" Gaz asked, looking up at you for a moment before sipping his cola and petting the kitten.

"Well, she's actually called Eleanor but me and Simon just call her Ellie." You smile.

"How old is she?" Price asked, scratching Eleanor's chin, smiling down at her. She purred away peacefully.

"Um.." You glanced at Simon who held up 3 fingers. "She's 3. She's a tabby cat so i'm just glad they don't grow too big."

Price nodded. "She's adorable. Be careful though, Soap and Gaz might want to steal her from you. They love animals." Gaz and Soap didn't even look up from the cat but they nodded. Eleanor let out a meow and they both went 'Aww'. "How long have you two lived together?"

"2 years I think. My dad left most of the inheritance to me so I asked Simon if he wanted to move in with me. And now we're here." You shrugged and Price nodded.

~~~

After about 2 hours of talking and joking Price checked his watch. "We should go now. Gaz and Soap have training tomorrow." He lifted up Eleanor from his lap and placed her on the couch. "Thank's for having us." Price smiled.

"Thanks." Gaz said with a smile before giving Eleanor a scratch on the chin. Soap did the same and nodded.

"Bye, you'll have to come over again!" You waved them off, shutting the door when they drive off. You re-enter the living room and sit beside Simon. "They seem lovely." You look up at him.

"You haven't known them as long as I have." Simon chuckled darkly, his arm hesitantly reaching over your shoulder and hooking around to pull you close to him. He looked down at you.

"So.. do you want to order a take-away or do you want to go out?" You nestled your cheek against the side of his chest.

"Can we stay here?" He asked, sinking into the couch. "Like how we are now. I don't want to let you go."

"Okay, Simon." You nod and smile. And he didn't let you go. He made sure you fell asleep and woke up in his arms.

~~~

eat up guys

[euphoriclusts]

eleanor's words only foster a deeper intrigue into what she's hiding within the pages of the book. though, for now, julius is able to restrain his questions and bite his tongue. a small simper follows her explanation, "how do you find the right muse?" he questions, figures that's a vital step if her explanation is anything to go by. he's not even sure what a muse is, but he's curious to learn.

“it’s fine, i promise. i normally wouldn’t mind you taking a look.” her work typically isn’t some sort of secret. in fact, it’s usually something eleanor takes a lot of pride in; a natural stress reliever that helps her express whatever she’s feeling in the moment long before words ever do. fidgeting with the book in her hands, she lets out a soft laugh. “i’m of the belief that anyone can learn to draw, including you. once you find the right muse, it’s actually pretty difficult to stop.”

[softspeirs]

Daisies + Love Letters: A John Egan/OC Series

“You shouldn’t get attached.” He says, rising from his seat. Halfway to the door, he looks over his shoulder. “To any of us.” His smirk is small, bitter. “Here today, gone tomorrow. A John Egan/OC fic feat. Eleanor (Ellie) Peters Read on AO3.

1. Quiet Skies (Don't Get Attached) 2. Dark Skies (I Remember) 3. Afterwards 4. Love Letters 5. Out of Order 6. Goodbyes

Interludes:

"Pulling the other one toward them" "Boxes" “Let’s go somewhere, just you and me”

+ fic graphic from the lovely shoshiwrites

[journey-tothesurface]

It’s probably been said better before, but Eleanor was unusually… clean for a little sister.

Like here are other little sisters from 1&2:

They’re barefoot and covered in miscellaneous grime. Their hair looks unwashed, and the way it’s styled is fairly low-effort (though this is more obvious with the first game’s model) as though they’re either doing it themselves or haven’t touched their hair since they were transformed. Their dresses are threadbare and incredibly stained: there’s blood and muck all down the front, and any white fabric is practically grey from all the dirt on it. If you look closely at the sisters in the second game, their hands are so filthy that their fingernails are almost entirely black. For their appearances to get this bad, little sisters would either be rolling in a mix of blood and coal dust on a regular basis, or no one has been taking care of their well-being for a long time. If it weren’t for Doctor Slug MD living in their stomachs, a good number of these girls would likely have gotten seriously ill from diseases caused or made worse by the neglect of their hygienic needs.

Now, look at Eleanor.

Eleanor’s hair is in braids (which would be a good 5-10 minutes of sitting still to get her hair done while she would otherwise be gathering ADAM), and it looks like it was done up that way fairly recently. Her face and clothes are spotless. For the average seven year old -hell even the average adult- keeping a white dress and white shoes that clean is impossible unless you lock it in an airtight box. If it were any other little sister those clothes would probably be too stained to identify what colour they’re supposed to be, and yet Eleanor’s little white outfit doesn’t have so much as a speck of dirt on it. There’s barely any grime on her, while other sisters created around the same time haven’t been bathed in so long that their fingernails are turning black. Ironically, her skin and clothes are more visibly dirty after she’s been living with Lamb and the Family for 10 years than they are when she was drinking blood and living in a ventilation shaft. So someone had to have been helping her bathe, and do her hair, and keep her clothes clean, for however long she was a little sister, but who?

Considering that Grace had her run-in with Eleanor and Delta some time before the 1958 new year’s celebrations, Eleanor had likely been a sister for at least a month or so when Sofia broke out of prison. However well Grace cared for Eleanor when she was her guardian, she wouldn’t have stayed clean for that long when she spent most of her time crawling through vents and draining blood from corpses. Whoever was in charge of the little sister program probably wasn’t tidying her up either: not when they couldn’t be bothered to make the little sisters less filthy in front of Andrew Ryan himself. Even then, Grace getting her jaw broken when she tried to approach Eleanor proves there’s no way someone in Rapture was getting close enough to Eleanor that they could touch her without Delta severely injuring them in the best case scenario.

So that leaves Delta himself. Even though his only purpose as a protector was to kill anything that got too close to his bonded little sister, Delta was probably the one taking the time to braid Eleanor’s hair, help her put on her shoes, and wipe the grime off her face and clothes. That probably wasn’t a small feat. Those suits are hardly designed for delicate work, and if Delta can crush a human skull under his boot then he could kill a child Eleanor’s size just by flicking his wrist a little too hard. So if it was Delta keeping Eleanor clean, not only was he doing something that big daddies were never expected or conditioned to do, but he also would have been putting in a conscious effort to be gentle with Eleanor as he did. Honestly I lost track of where I was going with this, I’m just emotional about how despite everything he lost when he arrived in Rapture, Subject Delta loved his daughter so much that he chose to braid her hair and wash her face as the city fell to ruin.