#( feat: eleanor )

[felarx]

flayah....

[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 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡 ⸻ ❛ 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.”

[novva555]

Hero

[saintlyguy]

Some Warframe 1999 daydreams (minor spoiler): What Like a Dragon karaoke songs would each of the Hex sing/like?

1) Lettie - Awake (with Eleanor as backup… and maybe more? just kidding! unless…)

2) Eleanor - Like a Butterfly (with Lettie wearing cool shades as backup)

3) Aoi - Honolulu City Lights (feat. Arthur post-breakup ; _ ; )

4) Arthur - Baka Darou (see above as to why)

5) Quincy - Judgement (with Arthur as backup after convincing)

6) Amir - Hell Stew (with the Drifter dragging the Hex to be his backup, FACEPAINT REQUIRED)

BONUS) Drifter - 24 HOUR CINDERELLA

[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. ❞

[rhade-zapan]

Chain Lightning ~ Stuart Heisler ~ 1950

Feat: Eleanor Parker

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[ivanhoe-dont-do-it]

Finished the good place for the second time and once again I am genuinely offended by how monogamous they kept everyone at the end.

Janet says Jason was a good kisser and Eleanor goes “yeah I’ll bet” as if to say “I wish I knew that for myself.” Eleanor spends thousands of Bearimys hitting on Tahani, who often reciprocates, and the only time they hooked up was that one attempt where they were soulmates, maybe? Eleanor explicitly acknowledges that Simone could be as much of a soulmate to Chidi as she is. Tahani clearly considers her friends her soulmates, as she no longer laments not having one even though she ends up technically single. You’re telling me no one in the core four was trying to fuck a historical figure? None of them attended a heaven orgy, even once? Sure maybe not Chidi but I can’t see him minding Eleanor going, maybe not Tahani except do you know how many names you can drop after a heaven orgy? Do you know what a feat of party planning it would be to host?

What about Eleanor and Frida Kahlo? What about all the exes who never got over Eleanor? What about the gay and bisexual philosophers Chidi would befriend? What did Janet do after Jason left and all she had was time to learn new things, the influence of Eleanor, and Jason’s explicit permission to move on? I recognize that Michael is asexual.

In season one there are multiple clear paths to non monogamy for the core four and by the end of living a thousand lifetimes the conclusion they reach is that the initially established monogamous pairings were all they wanted to try forever? Y’all designed a perfect afterlife and you’re getting dunked on in relationship creativity by Riverdale???!

[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.”

[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