#ELISEEEE?????

[lifebinds]

MOMMY? SORRY MOMMY? SORRY MOMMY? SORRY

MOMMY? SORRY MOMMY? SORRY MOMMY? SORRY

M—

THE BLACK SCLERAS THE DARK FINGERTIPS IM WHO BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AND STOLE MY SHIT

[qcoded]

haven't drawn elise in a while

[quirrrky]

AAAAAHHHHHHHH 🙈💗 THIS PLEASEEEEE I LOVE THIS!!! I LIVE FOR THIS 💗💗💗

Self-ship art: Kuroo × @nekorei

Thank you for participating hope you love it!

[sapphoe07]

ELISEEEE!!!! sorry I saw the noxus season 1 trailer and IMMEDIATELY OPENED PROCREATE.

up on TikTok!

[saenora]

@moonartemisia ELISEEEE I AM CRYINGG SMM!!! THIS IS SO PRETTYYY PLEASEEE!! AAAAHHH!! THANKYOU THANKYOU TONNESSS FOR THIS BEAUTIFULL ARTWORKK!! I WILL CHERISH IT FORVERRR <3333

[hismourningflower]

OMG KAI DID YOU KNOW THAT THERES A POSSIBILITY THAT FLYING CARS COULD BE INVENTED IN 2025 :0

hi eliseeee <33 i’m not safe to drive a vehicle on the road now, so do not let me in one that flies

[wolfytae-exe]

hi cici 😋😋 i’m gonna be for real.. I WAS THE MEAN DOM BEOMGYU ANONIEE

and i just wanna say that i’m glad i was because omg that was like the most absolutely scrumptious thing EVER like it was so well written i’m actually screaming.. like oh my god. oh my god it was so good TT like it was so good i can’t stop thinking about that shit.. thank you for creating that ‼️‼️‼️

loona pic ofc

OMG ELISEEEE EVERYBODY SAY “THANK YOU ELISE” I ATE UP THAT THOUGHT AND WAITED FOR THE PERFECT MOMENT TO ANSWER IT, I LET THE ASK SIMMER A BIT SO I COULD PULL MY DEMONS OUT HEHE😌

ILY POOKIEEE🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

[chiangyorange]

ELISE PLEASE!

ELISEEEE MY BESTIE AUGH

im going to be playing her in an upcoming campaign my friend is running but shes actually part of tiera, the world MY first campaign took place in.

shes a conspiracy + history youtuber (think mystery files from the watcher) and she got a cease and desist from a laboratory when one of her vids covered a scientist that went missing there

FOREBODING RIGHT? anyway her isekai is UNRELATED TO THAT (i think) if you can imagine that and now her ass got sent back into post-war time

HEY IMPORTANT NOTE WHERE SHES FROM MAGIC IS LIKE. VERY LIMITED. so going back into wartime where magic was in abundance is uhhhh kind of a culture shock lets say

[dreamdripdistance]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! HEART!!!!

TY ELISEEEE !!!!!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

[hakuryuu]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELISEEEE I HOPE THIS YEAR IS SO AMAZING FOR YOU AND BRINGS YOU AMAZING NEW OPPORTUNITIES!!!!! 🎉💗💕‼️🐝🫵❣️💕💖🍀 also please dm me your address again i need to send you a Letter soon

UWAAAHHH THANK YOU SM I LOVE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

[kndzplush]

ELISEEEE

Now you may be wondering, “Penelope, if Elise’s hair is blond, why is it black in grayscale when it should be light?” Well, the easy answer to that is I forgot. I realized it shouldn’t have been black 80% through the work and just didn’t bother to fix it

[eorlys]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ELISEEEE

"I LIKE IT WHEN THE BITE MARKS CUT THROUGH THE SKIN" -WELCOME TO NOXUS SEASON START CINEMATIC

[astrangeghost]

doctor eliseeee i love youuuuuu

[socalp21luv]

ELISEEEE YASSS

[infinitexmuses-archive]

@diverse-hearts asked: “I’ve seen it before, and I don’t care anymore.” - Elise to Mori Random Lyric Starters #2

"But Eliseeee-" The elder was doing his best to coax what was his very own ability. "You said you wanted it, and I did everything I could to get it. Please, at least try it on for me. Don't let my effort go to waste-"

If he could just get her to try it on, it'd all be worth it. To get her any new outfits was a pain as is, for her to say yes to one and then change her mind about it was the biggest blow to the little heart he has.

[drabbles-mc]

ELISEEEE!!!!!!! MI AMOR!!!!!!

You just throw this out into the ether like I'm supposed to be just, so normal so cool so okay??????

I'm not!!! I'm not any of those things!!

I love all the softness between these two. All the little gestures. They're just soooo!!!!!!!

Serve, love & protect

Bodyguard!Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x reader, the usual for the show, 1584 words

a/n : bodyguard au cause we love them tropes

Tagging my Gilly people @narcolini @drabbles-mc <3

‘’ You lied to me. ‘’

‘’ I did. ‘’

‘’ Are you even dating me or is this all a big joke too? ‘’

He sighs, and suddenly the big SUV feels too small for the both of them. The cracked glass across the windshield makes it hard to see, the busted window in the back letting the wind whistle between his ears.

‘’ I… ‘’

His tongue rolls in his mouth, he doesn’t know what to say. On one side, he shouldn’t tell you, admit that he likes you, not when your dad had been clear about that in the contract. All means necessary, don’t fall in love. On the other, how couldn’t he, when you had been so kind, so charming since the beginning, why wouldn’t he want to date you?

‘’ Don’t. ‘’ You answer back, sinking into your seat. ‘’ I don’t want to know. ‘’

He had done lots of business with your dad before, a strong man with piercing eyes, sharp suits. That is where the offer came from, between gun trades and small talk. Got a babysitting job for you, Gilly, easy work, easy cash. More like a bodyguard job, a dumbass bodyguard job with actual danger, guns and wounds. Your dad had told him you wouldn’t be easily convinced, that to ensure your safety he would have to be less traditional, less leather and handgun, more friend, even closer if needed. And he did, even if he knew it wasn’t part of the plan, letting you run your fingers through his beard, sharing the same side of the bed, he just couldn’t say no.

‘’ Listen, baby, I- ‘’

‘’ Don’t- oh my god, Gilly what the fuck is wrong with you?! ‘’

Your hands are tight, gripping the door handle as he takes a sharp left. You turn to face him.

‘’ Stop it, it’s over! Don’t ‘baby’ me, don’t… ‘’ you gesticulate around, hands flying, ‘’ Just stop. ‘’

You raise your palms to your eyes, pressing, muttering things he can’t understand. He can sense your distress, he knows you now, better than anyone, more than your father would like him to probably. It has been months since you two had been together now, good months, the best ones for him this year. It was an easy job at first too, simply because you never were a primary target, just one that they would try to hit if deals went wrong. Being the child of a gun lord usually came with a fair share of barrels pointing back, and, from what he had seen from you when bullets eventually started flying, staying low and away from the windows, this whole routine was old news to you.

‘’ Please don’t be mad, I can explain. ‘’ He tries again.

You scoff, and he watches as you squint your eyes at him. It makes him feel small in his seat.

‘’ I don’t think you can, Gilly. Save your breath. ‘’

The car is colder now that the sun has gone down and he watches the wind wrap around your hair, lets the breeze bring goosebumps to his arms. He knows the two of you are too exposed, in this beat-up car, bullet holes on each side. It pains him that he knows the only place you will truly be safe is at your dad’s house, and he has to bring you there, not the club, not his house, not anywhere else. Drop you off, collect his hazard pay and leave. Leave you and hope you will answer his texts, even if he something tells him you probably won't.

He takes a left turn, fast, into a poorly lit backstreet, almost propelling you against your window side. The breaks get pressed just as fast, and you have to brace yourself with your hands on the dash.

‘’ Have you gone mad?! Did they hit you on the head or something?! ‘’

Gilly turns off the car and pivotes to you, bringing his arm up to wrap the back of your seat, caging you in.

‘’ I can explain. ‘’ Let me, please.

He is observing you, the frown between your brows, the anger in your eyes, the dried blood on the side of your face. It is superficial, really, barely a scratch, but he has to hold himself back from reaching out, move your chin to the side so he can get a better look. He breathes your name as the overhead lights dim out, leaving the two of you in the dark, pleading. He can smell your perfume, hear the shakiness in your breath.

‘’ Okay, whatever. ‘’

You cross your arms around your chest. Even in the darkness, he knows you are watching him, waiting.

‘’ I like you, I do. ‘’ He starts, ‘’ I wasn’t supposed to, though, we just needed to be friends, you know? So I could make sure you were safe. ‘’ But I failed.

‘’ My dad hired you. ‘’

‘’ He did. ‘’

Your shadow moves, moving to the side to lay your head on the headrest. Your voice is soft, going through the motions, exhausted. You must be tired, the rest of the adrenaline dripping out of you in waves.

‘’ Do you work for him, selling the guns and stuff? ‘’

‘’ More like with him, I’m in a motorcycle club. ‘’

We buy them, he could have said, sell some back if they ever come across a nice shipment from god knows where, but he doesn’t. You are smart, you get it.

‘’ You’re used to getting shot a lot. ‘’ It is not a question, more like a fact, piecing the information together.

‘’ You could say that. ‘’

He holds his free hand out, and you take it, his warm fingers taking in your cold ones. He can tell you have softened up, put down the axe.

‘’ You really like me? ‘’

‘’ I do, very much. ‘’

You squeeze his hand, gently, even though he can’t see, he knows you are pursing your lips, biting the inside of your cheek. You move gently, twisting between your seat and the cup holder, leaning down and pressing your cheek on his shoulder. He can feel your body relax into his.

‘’ Can we go home now? I want a hot shower. ‘’

‘’ I know you do, baby, we’ll be there soon. ‘’

He lets you nuzzle into in shirt, caressing your hair with his free hand. He starts the car, driving back up to the main street. He doesn’t have the guts to tell you you are going home alone tonight, that there is no way in hell your dad will let you sleep somewhere else.

To his surprise, you don’t put much of a fight when you notice the gates around your dad’s house, or when he says your name into the intercom so you can be let in, but you are a smart one, of course, you picked it up. The nuances, the conflict inside of him, how he couldn’t get out of the car at first, couldn’t let go of your arm when people started pouring out the house. I’m good, Gilly, you whispered to him, thank you. And so he listens, he lets go, picks up his cash and leaves.

.

A week passes, a long one, of mindless thinking, passing time, putting cars on the lift and then bringing them down. He hears about you at Templo one morning, barely a sentence, something about your dad catching the guys, how business between him and the Mayans has been booming since then. Thanks, Gilly. Good job, man. The military training finally paying off, uh? He nods and smiles, but he doesn’t ask about you. He tries to play it low, make it seem like he is not taking the biggest hit of his life.

When he gets home that afternoon, something is different, maybe it is the way the grass is bent where it usually isn’t, how the doormat is slightly crooked, but it is you sitting at the diner table that makes him stop in his tracks.

His hand is still on the gun at the back of his waist, his other tight on the door handle when you wave at him, a small smile on your lips. Your hair is slightly shorter, different, and you are wearing too many layers for the California heat. You speak first.

‘’ Hey, baby… ‘’

Gilly lets go of the handle at his back and closes the door behind him. Baby. Baby. You stand up before he can talk back, nervously taking a few steps towards him.

‘’ We were on lockdown, I couldn’t call, I couldn’t leave. ‘’ Your fingers are pulling at threads on your jeans pocket. ‘’ I’m sorry, Gilly. ‘’

He melts, there is nothing else he can do. His arms find their way naturally around you, one hand on your head, pushing your cheek against his chest. He knows you can feel his heart beating in your ear, hear the relief that comes out of him with a sigh. There is no hesitation when you hug back, warm fingers griping at his cut.

‘’ I will never lie again, I swear. ‘’

You laugh, and it makes him squeeze tighter.

‘’ It’s alright, only for good reasons from now on, okay? ‘’

Okay, he will. Protecting you will be a full-time job now, maybe not the small contract he thought he was going into, something different, something warm and meaningful—soft, loved.

The most pleasant job in the world.