#Moon Core Ellie

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 341

Danny sighs as the sound of a falling shelf reaches him, quickly followed by twin snarls. He takes a breath, even if he hasn’t needed to breathe since he was fourteen, and counts to ten as he pauses in making dinner. 

“Ellie, Dan, what’ve I said about throwing each other into the shelves-” 

He stops as he comes to the living room doorway, both of the gremlins freezing mid-stuffing an unconscious vigilante out the window, feathers puffed up. Dear Ancients he does not want to deal with this today, but it’s not like life ever cared about what he wants in any situation. 

“Elnath, Jordan, you better not be about to toss that person out the window-” 

[lovelettersfromluna]

Compass

Summary: I’ve got something to confess, I keep you in my pocket to use. You’re my only compass, I might get lost with you.

an: let’s ignore the fact that I’ve been gone for a long time, yeah? Hehe. this most definitely is not the fic that I’ve been working on literally the entire time I’ve been gone (that’s coming don’t worry), but I got this idea at 2 in the morning and I had to jump on it IMMEDIATELY. Hope you all like it mwah mwah love you.

Warnings: SMUT!! Minors please for the love of everything that is good, do not interact, modern day vampire!Ellie, semi graphic descriptions of blood and wounds, shy!reader, Ellie bites you a lot, Ellie feeds on you and honestly it’s borderline soft core porn, fingering Ellie!receiving, grinding, mentions of bruises, Ellie is extremely fucking strong, Ellie watches you in your sleep/can get into your apartment without a key, let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

You aren’t really sure how you and Ellie became friends.

Well, you are, maybe a better question would be why you two became friends. You were both so different, you were convinced the first time you met that she hated you. The night filled with quick glances as she damn near avoided speaking to you like you were the fucking plague. It took you a bit to not take it too personally, reminding yourself that you weren’t for everyone, and that was okay! So what if the mutual friend didn’t like you…it wasn’t the end of the world.

So, it came to a surprise to you when a few nights after meeting Ellie passed, you had not one, not two, but three of your friends texting you and asking you if it was okay if they gave her your number…

Because she’d asked for it.

And suddenly you’re texting each other every day, and well into the wee hours of the night. You know, like one of those friendships. The ones that makes you smile every time you see their name pop up on your phone, or the ones where you send each other stupid videos on TikTok all day just to talk about them on a different messaging platform, because of course you’re interacting with each other every where that you have a presence.

Ellie becomes your best friend before you even realize it, and it makes you realize that maybe she didn’t dislike you as much as you thought before.

It always did confuse you a bit in the beginning how you two got along so well. You were both so different from one another. Ellie was a party animal, you were a home body. Ellie was up late at night, you were up early in the morning. If Ellie was the moon, then you were the sun. Polar opposites coming together to find a home in one another, the most unusual pairing stuck by the hip from that point on.

You of course, kept all each other’s secrets. You’d learned very early on that no one really knew much about Ellie, which you simply chalked up to her being a private person. However, she seemed eager to tell you any and everything about her. Like her dad, she’d talk about him all the time, you figured on early on that she really loved him. Or whenever she had a a new fling going, you’d be the first to know of course. She’d even told you about the time she threw away her dad’s playboy magazine after stealing it from him, which she swore she’d never told a soul.

She wanted to know all about you too! Your favorite color, favorite animal, childhood crush, family relationships. Truthfully? If you weren’t so oblivious, you would’ve seen a long time ago that Ellie was the slightest bit obsessed with you.

But you loved her, and you trusted her with your life, so you told her everything! Because you didn’t keep things from each other.

So, on a night out with everyone else, Ellie disappears, and of course you try to look for her, asking around only to be told that everyone saw her leave. Going outside to make sure she’s okay is the only logical thing to do, right? You have to make sure she’s okay.

What you don’t expect though, is when you look down a dark alleyway a few buildings down from the club you’re at, and spot the tall figure of your friend tucked into the brick wall of the dark corner, shielding way whatever it is that’s behind her. You call out for her, and when she turns around you gasp.

Because her eyes were red, and not red like you haven’t gotten any sleep, or you’ve been crying, the green of her eyes are now red, bloodshot red, and she’s holding a lifeless body in her tattooed arms…and there’s blood covering her pink lips, dripping down her chin.

Yeah, Ellie was a vampire.

You let out a gentle yawn as your hand went down to grab the remote control to your tv, your other hand coming up to rub your eyes a bit, a sorry attempt at trying to wake yourself up enough to get from the couch to go to your bed.

You pouted softly, lazily bringing your phone up to check the time before you sighed, finally finding the strength in you to push yourself up off the couch to leave your living room.

Work had been absolutely plowing you into the ground, your publicist constantly hounding you to keep working on the most recent installment of your book series. It was just so fucking hard, everytime you sat down in front of your computer, it was like writing your own book was the last thing you wanted to do.

It was draining you, and it felt like every time you finished a set of chapters, your brain was complete mush.

The upside though, was that it tired you out enough to completely knock out once you were in bed.

A gentle sigh left your lips once your head hit your soft pillow, plush blankets wrapping around your body, sliding down your bare legs and making you feel absolutely blissful. You couldn’t even stop yourself from the soft smile on your lips as your eyes grey heavy, the low lighting in your room making you feel all the more cozy, all the more warm.

You were out in seconds, soft snores leaving your sleeping body as you entered a world of dreams, escaping reality for a few measly hours before you were bombarded with the real world around you in the morning.

Ellie was on the other side of town, or at least, leaving the other side of town. It was late, and while she did love to be a creature of the night, there was something that sounded much more inviting than a glass of whiskey and a cigarette.

You, of course.

You were Ellie’s kryptonite, the single thing in this entire fucked up world that convinced her there was something worth living for, in her case, existing for. You were so fucking good, so sweet, so forgiving of literally everything. There were too many times that Ellie recalled where she wasn’t even sure you were real, perhaps another mythical creature much like herself, sent to this world to lure others into a trap that was just as filthy and terrible as the rest of the world.

But you weren’t…there were never any cons or secrets that you held, and if you did hold any secrets, you were more than willing to let Ellie in on them. No…no you were different.

God were you different.

Ellie recalls the night she first laid eyes on you like it was yesterday, her cold, dead heart jolting back to life for only a second when she saw you, at least that’s what it felt like. Your smile radiant in the dim, multicolored lights of the club, cheeks shining, eyes twinkling, like an angel sent from above. Ellie almost felt like a being as evil, and sour as she wasn’t worthy of being in the same room as you.

And god…your fucking smell.

Ellie could go on about it for hours. Sure, you were remarkable without it, but it was just the icing on the cake, the twisting of the knife in her chest.

She has mastered the art of walking into a room filled with warm bodies pumped full of blood and while ago, her throat burning with the urge to sink her teeth into her next poor victim. It was easy, annoying, but easy, and she couldn’t really remember the last time she struggled being around anyone, especially friends, or even friends of a friend.

But the second she saw you, your sweet, dulcet smell wafting against her nose, she was transported back in time. Back to a time where she was but a young vampire, clueless of the world around her, of her new life, adapting to something she didn’t even know existed before all of this, without a single guide or a fucking pamphlet for gods sakes.

It made her eyes widen, and she stopped breathing instantly to try and dull the scent of you sneaking into her nostrils and down into her eager throat. She noticed the way you pouted and sighed whenever she’d ignore you, or give her nothing but a brief response whenever you tried to get to know her. She could tell this wasn’t your thing, the night life, partying, you were here because someone asked it of you, and you being the good friend you are would never let anyone you cared about down.

Despite Ellie being a total dick to you because she simply couldn’t control herself around you, you sucked it up, carried on and stayed until everyone else decided to leave.

Watching you leave that night, made Ellie realize you weren’t something she could pass up.

Asking for your number was probably the best thing Ellie had ever done in her immortal life. Speaking to you was far better than thinking about you constantly, and after she’d convinced herself she wouldn’t do anything stupid with you, she was finally ready to introduce herself to you, the right way.

It’s how she constantly found herself like this, searching for your warm embrace around her cold, dead body every time she found the opportunity. She’d come to you when she was done working, she’d come to you when the girls at the bar were boring her, she’d even come to you when she simply knew you were home and she had nothing to do.

Ellie hummed softly as she looked up at your apartment building, the warm summer breeze wafting against her skin as she stared up at your window, the white curtains blowing out with the wind. She sighs to herself.

“Told you to stop leaving your window open…” she mumbles softly to herself.

The human eye wouldn’t ever be able to catch the way Ellie climbs up the side of your building, her arms and legs scaling it like a pro, making it look as simple as walking, or even breathing. It’s too fast, and in the blink of an eye, she’s at your balcony, long fingers pulling back your curtains to get a look at your sleeping figure.

She watches as your chest rises and falls, your blanket covering your sleeping frame, bare legs kicked out from under them, shining under the moonlight. She isn’t sure how long she stays there at your window staring at you, watching in awe as you do something as simple as sleep.

It isn’t until you shift slightly in your sleep, a dreamy sigh leaving your lips, that Ellie finally pushes her long legs over your window to step into your room, sneaker clad feet pressing onto the wooden floor of your bedroom.

She looks around for a moment, taking a deep inhale as she lets your scent wash over her for a moment, eyes fluttering shut as she simply lets you consume her, fill her up and make her feel whole again.

Make her feel alive again.

You never really understood it, why Ellie lingered when she hugged you, face pressed at the nape of your neck, swaying you slowly as she clung to you longer than normal. Well…you did know, at least you’d find out later on when Ellie finally explained everything to you…what she was, how it happened.

Although, it was only half what you thought. Sure, the smell of your blood made Ellie’s mouth water, her nostrils flare and her throat burn, but it was so much more than that. You made her feel whole, and even if it were a few seconds, she was going to make the most of it every time she got the chance.

And that’s what she felt when she was in your little room. The cool breeze filling up the space, the dim lights casting a warm glow over you because you couldn’t sleep in the dark. You used the excuse of creating an ambiance for yourself when you slept, but Ellie knew you far better than that. It was like you’d perfected the feeling of comfort, bottled it up and sprayed it around your room every other day.

The wind blowing your curtains a bit harder caught Ellie’s attention, and she sighed softly as she walked over to it and shut it. She had told you time and time again to quit it, warning you about the weirdos that would love to take advantage of a pretty girl with her window open while in the most vulnerable state.

Even though the only weirdo that ever snuck into your room through said window, was Ellie. If anything, your little habit only fueled Ellie’s addiction for you further.

The sound of your window closing makes you groan softly in your sleep, and at that sound, Ellie knows she’s done it.

While she wanted nothing more than for you to be awake when she came over, she hated waking you. You looked so fucking serene when you slept, and Ellie felt like the devil himself whenever she accidentally ripped you away from that, even if the only thing she wanted was for you to be awake and talking to her.

Your body twists and turns a bit, slowly finding its way out of the drowsy state of sleep you were in. You let out a gentle yawn before one of your hands come up to rub your eyes, moments before you turn to your side to face her, hand resting between your cheek and your pillow as your eyes open and focus on the tall frame standing in front of your bed.

Ellie is convinced nothing scares you, because for as long as she’d been doing this, sneaking into your bedroom and watching you sleep, on the rare occasion that you wake up and catch her, you never seem scared. You don’t gasp or scream, you don’t even flinch when you see the dark, looming presence stood there in front of you. Ellie was sure the first time you caught her there, that you’d scream in horror before calling the police on her.

But you never did. You always stared at her with a sleepy smile, eyes puffy with sleep, lips a bit swollen, looking at her as if she were your favorite person in the entire world.

And like all those nights before, you do the same. A gentle yawn falls from your lips as you rub your eyes once more before tugging your blanket further up your shoulder.

“Ellie…” you sigh out softly, and you sound so fucking dreamy, so beautiful does her name sound falling from her lips. It makes Ellie weak in the knees.

She walks over to you slowly, smiling softly down at you as she grows closer and closer to your bed until she’s standing over you, one of her hands coming down and running around your blanket clad shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Wanted to come visit…sorry I woke you” she hums soft, her hand traveling up until it reaches your face, one of her fingers caressing your cheek ever so slightly. Your eyes flutter shut at this, and she can see that the gesture alone is nearly enough to lull you back to sleep.

“S’okay…I wake up in the middle of the night all the time…you know that” you assure her, words falling with yet another yawn before you open your sleepy eyes up again to stare up at her.

Before she can even speak though, your content expression is replaced with one of worry as you finally get the chance to focus on her face, your eyebrows furrowing as you prop yourself up on your elbow, your other hand reaching up to touch her cheek as you become more and more alert with each passing moment.

“Are you okay Ellie? You look…why are your eyes so…” you mumble, now on your knees to reach her better, your face in front of hers as your eyes search hers.

She looked pale, paler than usual. Her lips were chapped, eyes dull and sunken in, she looked like she hadn’t slept in centuries, like all the life had been sucked out of her. And while that technically was the case, Ellie often looked vibrant for her dead state, eyes sharp and alert, green eyes almost fluorescent with color when you looked into them.

Immediately, you know what was wrong.

“When’s the last time you…had something to eat?” You ask sternly, eyebrows furrowed and a firm frown on your pouty lips.

That was another thing…Ellie hadn’t properly fed in about two weeks, going on three now.

She let out a gentle sigh, her hands resting on your hips as your own rested on her cheeks, cupping her face and forcing her to look into your eyes even though she avoided eye contact.

She hated when you saw her this way, so weak, so small. She liked it when she was the best version of herself, the version that was well fed, agile and strong. Not like this, not like when she was turning into a shell of the woman she once was.

“I…it’s just been a few nights, angel…it’s no big deal” she tries, giving your hips a firm squeeze as she attempts to convince you that she was fine. However her appearance and her voice is a dead giveaway that she’s lying, the sound hoarse and scratchy, sounding as if she’d been clawing at her throat for days to ease the pain she felt.

“You can’t lie to me, Ellie. You look horrible” you scold the girl.

She lets out a sigh, and she almost feels ashamed of herself. Sure, there were times where a meal was a bit harder to come by, people becoming a bit more aware of the danger that lingered when she was near, but god, Ellie couldn’t remember a time where it was this bad. It was like every single time she got someone in her arms, trapped in her little scheme, something cock blocked her entirely from finishing the deed.

And the more times that happened, the weaker she got.

“I’ve just been really unlucky…okay? Most of us do this in packs or with a fucking partner at least…it gets tricky when you’re on your own” she finally admitted, a gentle sigh falling from her lips as she leaned down to rest her head against your shoulder, pressing her weight against you in the process, as it was slowly becoming unbearable to hold it up herself at this point.

“M’just going through a thing right now, baby…don’t worry about it” she mumbled against you, lips ghosting over your soft skin as she again tried to assure you she’d been fine.

Ellie had always made it a point to never get as low as this, and if she did, she made it a point to never let you see her. What would her sweet best friend think of her if the monster she truly was had the chance to shine through? How would you ever allow her in your presence again once you finally realized how disgusting she truly was?

What Ellie didn’t know, is that you didn’t think any of those things. You could never find her to be a monster or disgusting, you adored her far too much to ever see her that way. No, what you did think when you saw her that way, were any of the things you could do to help her. That was the only thing you wanted, to help her.

You don’t even think twice before you say it, giving yourself a moment to mull over the idea and weigh out the pros and cons before it’s escaping the confides of your mind and making its debut out into your bedroom.

“Feed on me” you blurt out, so quickly you aren’t even sure Ellie fully catches it properly.

But she does, Ellie hears every word, every syllable, she can even hear the way your heart beat quickens after you’ve said it.

She’s slowly lifting her head from your shoulder, eyebrows furrowed and lips frowning as she stares down at you, your eyes wide and hopeful, hopeful that she’ll take the offer, that she’ll allow you to give yourself to her for the sake of her wellbeing.

“No.” She deadpans without a second thought. She doesn’t even give herself a second to indulge in the idea of it, knowing how badly it could end, how terrible it could be with one wrong move, or one gulp too much. Ellie knows that this is nothing to toy with, especially with you.

You’re quickly shaking your head once she rejects your offer, your hands falling from her face to rest down on her shoulders, leaning in a bit to press your body closer to hers.

“Ellie…look at yourself. How were you even able to climb up here?” You plead with the girl, giving her shoulders a gentle squeeze before you inhale deeply.

“I’m giving you permission…I want you to do this” your words almost come out like a beg, wanting nothing more than to simply help the girl, to help a friend in need that clearly needed it.

And you knew deep down, that no matter what, Ellie would never hurt you.

Ellie knew it too. She knew that she wouldn’t go too far to take your life away from you. She had been around long enough to have the self control to stop whenever she knew you’d had too much.

However, that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be hard.

She inhaled deeply, giving your hips a gentle squeeze before she finally brought her own eyes up to look into yours. Her pink tongue darted out to run along her lips, wetting the chapped skin before she let out a gentle sigh.

“You’ll tell me when it becomes too much…right?” She asks, desperate for confirmation from you that you won’t let her go too far, even if she wanted to.

You give her a bright smile, a gentle giggle leaving your lips as you nod. “I will…now go on…sooner you do this, the sooner I can sleep” you tease her playfully, which makes her groan softly with a pout.

She sighed softly, reaching forward and pushing your hair to the side to expose the soft, supple skin of your neck. Her eyes zeroed in on it, and she could practically see your pulse from beneath your skin, making her shudder at the thought of it. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your throat, which earns a gentle sigh from you.

“This’ll hurt…” she mumbles against you, peppering your skin with gentle kisses. You simply tilt your head further to the side, resting your temple against her shoulder as your arms hang loosely around her neck, your body pressed against hers.

“Mm…I’ll be okay” you mumble out sleepily, your fingers coming up to toy with the hair at the nape of her neck.

Ellie can feel the way your pulse slows under her lips, and she has to stop herself from groaning due to how fucking strong your smell was right now with your body pressed against hers. She knew that the longer the stood her, mouthing away at your neck instead of actually feeding, she’d just keep you from getting back to the rest that she had interrupted in the first place.

It was now or never.

She sighed softly, swallowing thickly before she opened her mouth a bit wider, fangs protruding out from her gums and taking their rightful place. She let them graze your skin, the sharp teeth sure to leave scratches from something as small as a graze, before she finally latched her lips to your throat, and sunk her teeth into your flesh.

Now…Ellie had her fair share of tasty meals within her immortal life time. There were maybe a handful of people that left a faint memory in her head, better than most of the others she’d fed on in her past, so she was no stranger to a warm body with a nice taste.

But you? God….there was nothing in this world that could’ve prepared Ellie for how fucking…divine you taste. It was like liquid gold on her tongue, the smell that had plagued her mind from the moment she met you a mere tease to the real deal. It made Ellie moan against you, her eyes fluttering shut as her tattooed hands clawed at your waist, gripping the skin so tightly she was sure to leave bruises, pressing you flush against her body.

She could practically feel the essence of your life filling her up and bringing all of her strength back, replacing the once empty, dull feeling in her body with one that could only be described as rejuvenation. The taste you gave her flowing into her mouth and making her feel like she’d died and gone to heaven.

The noises you made only aided Ellie in her blissful state, tiny moans and huffs leaving your lips as you continued massaging her scalp with gentle fingers, allowing her to take whatever she needed from you.

Ellie knew she could’ve drained you, taken every last drop of your life and left you dry. She could do it ten times over if it were an option, however it wasn’t, and she knew at the back of her head she could only take what she needed, and nothing more. So she knew once your grip around her neck loosened a bit, that she needed to stop.

She unlatched from your neck breathlessly, your crimson blood painting her plush lips, red eyes blown out wide as she eyed the damage she’d done to your poor neck, the punctures filling Ellie’s chest with a sense of pride as some of your blood and her saliva dripped down the base of your throat. She leaned in, licking you clean before pressing a gentle kiss to the wound, groaning softly as when she heard you hum softly.

“All…finished?” You mumbled out with a dreamy smile on your lips, eyes half lidded as you stared up at the girl who had just nearly sucked you dry.

Ellie stared down at you with a look of disbelief, the back of her hand coming up and wiping her lips. “You said you’d tell me to stop…” she groaned softly as she gently set you down to lay back on your bed.

You let out a soft yawn, nodding as you tugged your blanket up with a weak hand to drape over your body. “I was…you stopped sooner than anticipated” you giggled out sleepily before you eyed the girl from your bed, already feeling the drowsy affects of sleep taking over.

“You look better already, El…” your compliment made her dead heart swell. She could feel it too, your life coursing through her veins and bringing back all of the good aspects of being immortal, the strength, the radiance, all of it brought back because of you.

She chuckled softly at your words, walking over to your closet and grabbing your first aid kit, fishing a little band aid out before walking back towards you. She sat at the edge of the bed, her pointer and middle finger pushing your jaw up slightly to get a look at the wound she’d given you.

“Here…so you don’t get blood on your pillow” she explains as she pressed the bandaid to your neck. You simply hum in response, and Ellie knows you’re probably already asleep. Between being tired before all of this, and losing blood, she expected for you to be out like a light long before she bid you a goodnight.

She stays a bit longer after you’ve fallen asleep, her long limbs crawling over your body to lay in bed with you, marveling at the way the color returned to your body, the way your chest rose and fell slowly, the way your lips would part with a gentle sigh ever so often. She’d let her hands caress your skin, watching as goosebumps appeared to trail after them. She simply appreciated how human you were, how warm and responsive you were even during sleep.

She leaves once the sun begins to peak above the horizon, knowing you’d want your privacy when you woke up in a few hours. She makes sure to close your window after she’s left too, scaling down the building much quicker than she did when she first arrived.

And while she walks home, the sun slowly casting a warm glow onto the city she lived in, she knew that she’d made a mistake by feeding on you.

Because now? She was completely and utterly ruined for anyone else that she’d feed on after you.

Bloodlust

The word had entirely different meaning for those like Ellie, creatures of the night that fed on the essence of life, the scarlet, metallic liquid that flowed and pumped throughout the bodies of the living.

She had heard of it happening to other vampires, in an instance of finding the human being that acted as a drug to them, making it hard to function without their taste on their tongues. It was an occasion that only ever happened when there was a mutual agreement between a vampire and a human, a hunter/prey proposition that acted in a more…ethical way.

It consumed the one feeding, making it hard to function without the person near, almost creating an inseparable bond between the two, paired with a constant line of food with it as well. It took over nearly everything, mind, body, soul, all of it belonging to the person they fed on, the human often times having more control over the vampire.

Ellie never really believed in it, instead viewing blood as something that was of and in itself, the same all the time. Sure, there were some people that tasted better than others, but blood was blood, no matter who the person was, they were more or less all the same at the end of the day. A meal was a meal, and that was that.

So if that was true, why were you the only thing on Ellie’s mind every waking second after the night she fed on you?

You were always on Ellie’s mind before it all, lingering at the back, making her smile when she thought of something silly you’d said to her earlier in the week, face beaming whenever you’d send a text her way, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary that you were on her mind.

She thought of it constantly, the way you were so…so fucking eager for her, a sense of intimacy lingering in the air of an act so selfless. Your pouty lips parted as you moaned and sighed her name, her lips attached to your neck as you gave her everything. Feeding was always something that felt the slightest bit romantic, the closeness of it all.

But you…doing it with you was different than anything she’d ever experienced.

She knew it meant nothing to you, she knew that it was simply you being a good friend, which meant it was borderline wrong for her to take it any way other than what it was, but she couldn’t help herself. She could still taste you on her tongue when she got home, plopping down into her bed and staring up at the ceiling in her dark room as she felt her core tighten and flutter as she referenced back to the memory.

Ellie couldn’t help herself when she unbuttoned her jeans, slipped her hands down to cup her pussy, and caught her aching clit against her calloused fingers to give it some much needed attention.

And she moaned your name as if it were the only word in her vocabulary, blubbering and crying out for you as she angrily fucked her aching pussy, eyebrows furrowed to the point where she almost looked upset.

“F-fuck….that’s my fucking girl…that’s it…gonna cum all over your pretty fuckin’ face” she groaned out, picturing you settled between her legs, eagerly lapping at her weeping core, grinding down onto your face and giving you everything she had, much like you did when you allowed her to feed on you.

She’d cum with your name falling from her lips, back arching as her hips rolled against her palm, sopping wet cunt painting her slick all over her hand, making it hard to even keep it where she needed it with how wet she was, how fucking riled up you had her.

And she’d do it again, lying in her bed and thinking of the memory over and over again, hanging on to the sound of your voice sighing out her name, moaning for her as she licked her lips, searching for the taste of your blood still soaked on them. All while you were sound asleep in your apartment where she left you.

If Ellie thought she was drawn to you before, she was sorely mistaken. Because now? All she could do was crave you. It interrupted her day to day, made her brain foggy when she wasn’t with you or talking to you.

And soon? It became a habit.

Ellie was at your door every other night, long fingers searching for your hips to pull you closer as she pressed her face into your neck, tongue slipping out of her mouth to run along the now permanent marks on your neck, whispering in your ear about how badly she needed you.

It had become a bit of a routine, Ellie would come over, you’d let her feed on you until she saw fit, she’d go home and fuck herself, and then she would live in her own personal hell for the next few days that she wasn’t able to see you.

It’s how she found herself dragging her body down the hallway to your apartment, a heavy hand coming up to the door and giving it a firm knock.

When you answer, Ellie thinks you look like a dream. Your body is leaned up against the door, head resting against it as you give her a dreamy smile, oversized t-shirt hanging off of one of your shoulders, sleep shorts barely visible beneath the end of the shirt, hugging your ass so perfectly, your white socks bunched up at your ankles.

She has to bite back the moan that threatens to escape when she lays eyes on you.

“Mm…hi Ellie” your voice sounds like the sweetest melody, and she’s smiling sheepishly as she walks towards you, bending her knees a bit as she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her tall frame, nearly light you up off the ground completely.

“There she is…” she sighed against you, and it sounds like Ellie can finally breath, like the weight holding her back from breathing in the air she so desperately needed has finally been granted to her, it makes you giggle softly.

You wrap your arms around her neck, humming softly as your fingers come up to tangle in her hair, simultaneously pulling her into your apartment. She kicks the door closed behind her, arms still wrapping you up and keeping you close.

She keeps you close, her head coming up to take a look at the set up you have going in that she’s walked in to. She can tell you’ve been working on your book, your laptop set on your couch paired with your favorite blanket, and a mug set on your coffee table that was still steaming.

“Working on the book?” She asked softly, you nod as you turn around in your arms, and excited smile on your face as you walk over to your spot, clicking the keypad a few times before you shut it.

“Yup. I’m getting pretty far….was wrapping it up right before you came over” you practically beamed.

Ellie always found it so endearing how dedicated you were to your work, and rightfully so, Ellie reminded you time and time again that she’d lived through many eras of famous writers, but you always topped them ten times over and then some. She’d never let you forget the talent you had was rare.

You plopped down on your couch after sliding your laptop into its little compartment under your coffee table, your legs coming up to cross over each other as you pat the spot next to you eagerly, to which she easily obliged of course.

Her old denim jacket rustled a bit as she sat down, resting her back against your couch as she slouched down a bit, legs spread as she stares up at you through the dim, cozy lighting of your living room.

You giggle softly, resting your cheek against your palm as you look down at her. “What are you staring at? You’re looking at me like I’m something to eat…” your words trail off, eyes narrowing at the girl playfully before you sit up, crossing your arms.

“Did you come all the way here to get a free meal out of me, Williams?” Your tone is accusing, but playful, and it makes Ellie chuckle as she bring her tattooed hands up to rub up and down her face before she groans.

“When you say it like that it sounds bad….I see it as seeing my favorite person with something extra added into it…” she defends herself before chuckling, looking back at you as she tugs her bottom lip into her mouth, sucking gently on the plump skin, letting her mind linger to imagine it was your lips she was sucking on instead as her eyes slowly zeroed in on them, similar to if she were under a spell.

“You know you don’t have to if you don’t want to…” she mumbled out softly, voice gentle and truthful.

It was true, Ellie would cut all of this out the second you made even the slightest signal that you were tired of it, or if your body simply couldn’t handle it anymore. She knew that she’d never use you as her personal blood bag. The minute you wanted out, you got it, no questions asked.

You give her a gentle smile though, shaking your head as you shifted your body a bit so that it was now laying down on the end of the couch opposite of Ellie, your head resting against one of the plush pillows you had next to you while you were writing. You spread your legs a bit, making space for Ellie to crawl into before you stretched your arms out for her, a silent call for the girl to come closer.

“I’ll always give it to you, El…you know that. Come…” you call her again with a slight flick of your wrist.

Your words make Ellie’s head swirl, all of it sounding, and feeling, much too similar to something else, something more than just a friend helping another friend out. It sounds like you’re giving something else to her, something she’d dreamt of taking from you from the moment she laid eyes on you.

But she can’t indulge in that, not now, not when you’re being so kind.

She chokes back a groan, the girl slowly crawling over your body, similar to a predator creeping over its prey. Her body consuming yours as she pressed either one of her palms into the plush couch near your head, staring into your eyes as she settled between your warm thighs, the plush skin pressing against a sliver of her hips that was exposed at the top of her jeans. The feeling of her body pressed against your warm cunt, the only thing separating the two of you being the think material of your shorts, drove Ellie to the brink of insanity.

She hummed softly, her eyes trailing down your every feature, taking you in, eating you up for a moment before she grabbed your chin, tilting your head up and away to give her better access to the little area of your throat that had now become hers and only hers.

Soon, she’s leaning down, her body pressed against yours as she peppers kisses along your jaw until she reaches your throat, licking at the two little wounds that were in the shape of her fangs before she sighed against your skin, finally giving in and letting her protruding fangs sink into your skin.

You’d always been comfortable around Ellie, never shying away from her touch whenever she’d grab you whenever you were out together, or letting her easily pull you into her lap whenever you watched movies or played video games together, intimate touches never being out of the ordinary in your relationship.

But now, ever since you and her had started…whatever it was that you’d been doing, you had seemed to cross a boundary that was once put up. What was once little sighs and huffs, turned into full on moans whenever Ellie would press her body against yours and take what she wanted. You’d grip her hair, keeping her close as you moaned and whined out her name, breathless begs for her to keep going.

“Fuck…Ellie…” you moaned out for her, your eyes fluttering shut as your fingers laced into her brown hair, keeping her close as her hands moved from either sides of your head to instead grip your body. Your hips were her favorite, holding onto the plush skin and keeping you close, massaging and kneading you as she pleased, a small piece of her wanting to bruise you up, just so she knew she was able to leave marks on you other than your neck.

It egged her on further, your calls for her making her swipe her tongue over the wound before she continued sucking your sweet essence from your body. Ellie wasn’t sure if you were fond of it at first, but now? With how you reacted? She was sure you enjoyed it, if even a little bit.

She became so drunk off of you, her mind clouded with the intense flavor of your blood, nearly choking on it with how quickly she drank sometimes. One of her hands left your hips, sliding down until she gripped your thigh, pulling it up and closer to wrap around her body, massaging the soft skin as she let one of her legs slip over your other one, so that her thigh was slotted against your cunt, and yours against hers.

Ellie didn’t even realize it at first, but she slowly began to grind into you, letting her thigh rub against your barely clothed pussy as she drank from you, her senses completely overwhelmed with just how fucking good you tasted, how good you felt. She felt her mind and body buzz with electricity when she pressed her chest against yours, and she could feel your nipples hardening through the thin material of your shirt, pressing against her own chest.

“Mm…h-hah…Ellie..I….Ellie please…” you begged, and Ellie was able to hear the way your voice was slowly going, growing more and more hoarse with every moan, every pant.

She was taking too much, and she wasn’t sure if she was begging for you to stop, or to keep going.

Ellie groaned loudly against you, prying her lips away from your dulcet neck, panting loudly as she pulled away further to look down at you, letting herself get a good look at the mess she’d made of you.

Your lips were swollen, eyes growing heavy, skin getting dull. Your hair was messy, and your shirt was pulled down further, revealing more of your shoulder and collar bones, while the bottom was pushed up to show more of your stomach.

It was like a dream and a nightmare all at once.

You blinked a few times as you tried catching your breath, staring up at Ellie as one of your hands came up to cup her cheek gently.

“A-all better?” You stuttered out, giving her that notorious dreamy smile of yours, the one that made Ellie feel like she was the only person in the world that got to see it.

She’s drained you, and yet you were asking if she felt better.

Ellie held back a groan, her large hand wrapping around your wrist before she brought your hand down to press a kiss to your palm, giving you a gentle nod before she inhaled deeply to control the emotions that threatened to escape while she saw you this way.

“Always when I’m with you baby” she chuckled out sadly.

The smile you give Ellie nearly has her in tears, because you look so genuinely happy, so content with the fact that you’ve helped her, that you’ve made Ellie feel better, even if it’s at the expensive of your own comfort.

At the expensive of your own life.

“I’m glad…” you hummed out softly before you yawned, clearly tired out from what Ellie had done to you. It makes Ellie frown, and she’s quickly pushing herself off of you before she scoops you up into her arms to carry you off to your bedroom.

Soon, she has you tucked into bed, your eyes closing almost as soon as your head hits the pillow, and Ellie has your blankets pulled up over your arms. It’s almost mind blowing how quickly you fall asleep, it makes Ellie feel a bit jealous, because she can’t remember a time where she was that comfortable in a bed to fall asleep so fast.

She watches you, of course. Sticking around for a few hours after you’ve slept, keeping an eye on you to make sure your chest continues to rise and fall slowly. She knows it would never go that far, but she always gets nervous after feeding.

Tonight was also different, and it was eating away at her because she knew there wasn’t really a right or wrong way to go about cleaning about it, or comforting you about how wrong this was, and how much Ellie had been draining you. Even the fact that you expected it of her when she came over left a bitter taste in her mouth, one that replaced the sweet one that usually lingered on her tongue after she had a taste of you.

And as she watched you sleep, so peaceful and so serene, Ellie began to think of any way this would blossom into something more. How would this carry on? She would continue sucking from you until you died one day? She’d come to you like a thief in the knight well after you had a family? Children to look after? Your life moving on while she stayed in an immortal purgatory? One where she continued the cycle of coming to you for a quick bite to eat? Paired with a warm body to lay on top of for the time being?

There was no way it could surpass this. You being her friend, helping her in a way not many could. Ellie knew, that deep down, the life she wanted with you was not one that was easy to come by, something that she wouldn’t dare ask of you. From the moment she saw you, she wanted more. Because that’s what she did, she took, and took, and took until there was nothing left to take, and it was slowly happening with you.

But Ellie loved you too fucking much to take until you were nothing but a shriveled up peace of what you used to be.

So, she took one long last look at you and she left your window. Because that night, she promised herself that she was finished. The life she wanted with you unfortunately wasn’t written in the stars for her, and she knew that from the moment she saw you.

Ellie was letting you go, because she knew it she didn’t.

She’d just end up killing you.

[edenspoem]

thinking about painslut!ellie who likes getting scratched up by long nails.. ✮

nothing— and i punctuate nothing, compares to the painful bliss of feeling nails as whetted as a great white's jaw of knives tear red valleys into her shoulder blades. hell, ellie encourages you to mark up her back. not necessarily by words, though. a sort of fucking frenzy will kick in, and she'll embolden those claws to bite with her hips, rolling on yours, dragging her soppy folds all over your cunt. ellie angles herself in various ways; draws her groin under yours to hump your clit directly, positions and splays her pretty bush as she bounces on your bud, plasters her pussy full–on and circles the skin 'round. an unorthodox aim to get you wailing, "yyesss ellie!" as you cum against her puffy pussy and straightaway, without hesitation tracing your fingertips up her supple, dry–scored skin, you dip pressure beneath the jut of her shoulder blades and shred the flesh. "fuck! fuuck!" els' winces to your ear, growlish on the lobe as she nips it, "yeah, make me fucking bleed baby, fuckin' bleed." almost knurling her back into your clawing palms, seizing and clenching up her rump on your cunt as her cum spills lubricous and frothy inside your pussy lips, hiking herself up just so you could visual the honeyed webs keeping you two connected. "hurts so good, mhmm, so fucking.." but she is nay of breath and hazy of her heart and eye, the added zap to her climaxing core and the throbbing affliction of fresh crimson dashes oozing tiny beads of blood, sanguineous delight, offering of the pale mistress moon— has her merry to pass out. collapsing, her orangey sweat breasts fall to yours and squish like two pancakes, damp waist laying next, and lastly her chin hooking a home upon the nook of your neck, parting breaths she longs to not be livened of soon enough. "thank you.. thank y' thank— mhh, thank you." ellie recites a push of praises through your collarbone, her hand draped limp on your bicep wiping it's thumb so gentle with care, the ghostly graze dithers your brain a second— a moment you skip and fuzz the realization of a warm drip streaming on your rib during, the grasp of what that dribble was hitting you like a brick. "ellie, ur' back— y'need to.. huhh.. band-aid.." exhausted, little heaves clog your throat through the words, but ellie slacks her head up and renders them useless regardless, "mh–mm, it's fine. don't need 'em tonight." she gauzes your light worries in a tone that sifts through you, relaxes you, crafts you a reason to wonder 'why bother', and lie there lackadaisical as her kisses pepper cold on searing skin, a dozing meadow under the twilight sky of her sleepy gaze and in her arms like earth crust and soil fertile. sprouting in you a drug–like miasma that eats your thoughts and lulls your physical senses into a numb horizon, the last thing perceptible is the wash of air above you and a weighted thump beside you, leading you to believe ellie had bet on falling asleep as well, happy as a parakeet with liquid–iron proof of her bloody lovemaking flowing like a waterfall of bitterness down her back.

however, that proof had leaked and dotted the bedsheet come virgin daylight, adding one more thing to the laundry basket. ౨ৎ

[pittifullyyours]

Pink Doughnuts - Chapter 2

Dr Jack Abbot x F!Doctor!Reader

GIF by ho-ii

Summary: You left Pittsburgh with a cavernous hole in your heart, and return to find pieces of it shattered across the floor years later. In fact, you ran far, far away. But will a honky tonk bar, Dana’s birthday and hazel eyes that make you feel like the world will collapse from under your feet somehow draw you back in?

Notes: I wholly underestimated the response I would receive from Chapter 1 of this series...and have been blushing all week. You guys are incredible and I couldn't be more grateful for the lovely comments so far.

The song referenced within this chapter is 7 Summers by Morgan Wallen.

Just a reminder - this has not been Beta'd. And I'm no medical professional...so sincere apologies in advance to those heroes in scrubs who may find inaccuracies.

Word for the wise - I meant it when I said it was a slow burn...enjoy!

All my work is my own, yadda yadda. Reposting is not permitted on any other platforms without my express consent and appropriate credit.

AO3: Pittifully_Yours

Taglist: @interestellarprincess

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4 years ago

You clutched the stethoscope draped around your neck, a hand on each end. Your pulse picked up quite a bit, in a way that you certainly did not enjoy nor could explain, as Robby explained that he was about to handover to Dr Abbot and wanted you to shadow. 

You’d joined the day shift with Robby and the crew for almost a year now, but had only subbed in for someone on the night shift a few times. 

It was easy to blame the preference for days on an insufferably stubborn sleep schedule that never sat quite right with nocturnal hours, but there was more to it than that. 

The night shift was different, in a way that was unnerving down to the core… but exhilarating all the same.

There was this generalised belief that the night shift had it easier than the day crew, by simple virtue of most of the general public being nicely tucked into bed by the early hours of their shift. But you knew better, and couldn’t vehemently shout “BULLSHIT” loud enough in response each time you heard that. 

There was a pace to the night shift that could not be matched by anything dayshifter’s experienced. 

The routine but deep hum that slipped through the halls of the Pitt after 8pm seeped into the nurses’ bay, behind each curtain and across the general vicinity of the ED. That same hum that made all the nurses and doctors alike calmly move through the motion of triaging, treating and discharging the usual cases of the flu, broken bones, asthma treatments, febrile convulsions, concussions and the like. 

The hum that warned that with the appearance of the moon and all its creatures, also came the promise of more wicked crime, more senseless violence, more terrible decision making, a greater loneliness,  and a general sense of the darker side of humanity. 

The hum that promised the most acutely unpredictable cases to come through the Pitt doors like clockwork. 

The hum that meant that seasoned night shifters knew not to trust the calm and routine work of the late afternoon, that the most nefarious shit would come through those ambulance bay doors at any moment and we all must be at the ready. MVAs, drug induced psychosis, drunken brawls, domestic violence outbursts - you name it, the night shifters saw and treated it. 

And without the availability of consults or support from most other departments, bar the exception of Walsh and the surgery department…they truly were the ER cowboys for a reason. 

It’s what kept Ellis and Shen sharp as tacks - quick to be ready, yet cool, calm and often holding a Dunkin cup in hand (for the latter anyway) in the face of any crises. 

It’s also what kept their proverbial commander in chief alive. 

 You could tell Jack lived for the nights. The hum basically emanated off him - ready to jump into action at the whisper of those ambulance bay doors sliding open. 

Each time you’d worked the nights before, you’d learnt something about new about  what gave the night crew the edge. Shen showed you how to adapt to the shift in your sleep schedule more efficiently, Ellis taught you the names and ailments of the frequent flyers…and Abbott…

Well you learnt that Dr Abbott had a fucking staring problem. 

He said very little to you during your time on the night shift - not in a cruel or unusual way. Clearly not intending to hurt your feelings or make you feel excluded. But in a way that a wounded animal would keep strangers at an arm’s distance away. Cautious, wary, perhaps even slightly analytical - trying to understand your motivations and patterns better before warming. 

But you felt him watching you from across the nurses’ bay as you keep up with the irreverant banter of Shen and Ellis. Those eyes seemed to find you and stayed locked in spot, watching you throw your head back in laughter at the ridiculous commentary coming from the other two,  despite the rest of his body indicating that he was meant to be paying attention to the patient board. 

Or watching intently as you receive a homemade chocolate chip muffin from Bridget, who took to you like a mama bird desperately needing to feed a chickling. He watched from behind a monitor nearby, peering over the screen to raise an eyebrow at the usually stiff upper lipped charge nurse. She raised one in return and stared right back, until he caved and a quiet chuckle escaped him. You stood there, eating your muffin in one hand and finishing a chart in the other - completely unaware of the silent conversation around you, about you. 

But you certainly felt the intensity of his gaze in the trauma bays - when you were elbow deep in a young man’s torso, tracking a perforated bowel and calling out orders to the team around you. Or performing CPR on the mother of a newborn who was sent home and came careening back into the ambulance bay with a severe postpartum infection. He didn’t interfere, knew he didn’t need to - just stood in the corner of the trauma bay with his arms crossed, biceps bulging and eyebrows furrowed as he tracked your every movement. All he would do is give you a small, tight nod and a firm call over the beeping monitors -  “Here if you need me, Dr Y/L/N”. 

And you weren’t a moron - you were an R3…there were times where you did need the assist. And you weren’t stupid enough to ignore the offer for help.  So it was only when you called for him that his gloved hands joined yours to stop the bleed in the young man’s abdomen. A few minutes of moving in this rhythmic synchronicity, hands working in tandem to find and fix - and then it’s over. Dr Abbott confirmed that the young guy could be patched back up and sent for observation when the ICU had a bed open up. You start putting down the forceps and suture scissors with a sigh, only to find that Abbott and his bloodied gloves were still standing opposite you over the patient. You look up to find him staring down at you, his eyes already locked in on your face, taking in the flush of adrenaline heating your cheeks and causing your breaths to quicken. 

“Good work, Dr Y/L/N,” he says, the flecks of gold and green in his hazel eyes seeming to glow while his gaze bore into yours. The ardant approval in his tone was evident. 

Something in your chest hiccuped. 

“Thank you,” you almost whisper back, smiling slightly back. 

Not in a timid or meek way - you were in the depths of your residency, and a quiet confidence was healthy. You knew you had done well…you also just appreciated the validation.

“Appreciated the extra set of hands.”

“Not that you needed it,” he starts taking off his gloves and walking over to the medical waste bin. “Robby was right though.”

You cocked your head to the side in question, walking over to dispose of your own gloves and gown. 

“‘Bout what?”

You can feel his eyes on your face as you try you damndest to avoid his gaze. You pull off your messy gloves with far more care, meticulous caution than you ever have before. The way he looked at you was suffocating. You don’t know how to describe it…it just felt like too much. Too intense. Too earth shattering. 

“How spectacular you are.”

You feel your mouth popped open and you are sure you look like an absolute moron, doing some kind of “fish out of water” impression. 

A few seconds pass and you are absolutely positive you’ve never actually been stunned into silence like this ever before. You normally had some quip quick to arrive on the tongue, normally without rational thought or filtering (which also got you in other sorts of trouble), but right here…

Absolutely nothing. 

Crickets. 

Silence between the ears altogether. 

A small tug on the corner of his lips like he’s repressing a full blown chuckle at the look on your face appears on Abbott’s. 

“Told me I wasn’t meant to try to tempt you “to the dark side”, as he calls it.” He squirts some antibac sanitiser into his hands, rubbing them together as he starts to shoulder the trauma bay door open. 

He pauses. 

“Told him I made no promises.”

Abbot winks and leaves the room. 

Winks. 

Then leaves. 

God this man confused the ever living shit out of you. 

He went from basically only communicating in barked orders and head nods to…flirting with you?

Oh, you’re fucked. 

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Today

“Hello, Jack”

You manage to make a polite, if not slightly cold, smile appear as you turn your head to make contact. 

He says nothing. 

Just continues to stare at you, seemingly examining each element of your face. Nose, lips, eyes…hazel gaze slowly dancing over each one and pausing as if searching for changes to parts of you he once knew as intimately as the rest of your body. What’s new. What’s different. What hasn’t changed a single bit. 

His silence causes your chest to constrict in funny ways. You feel an old anxious habit sneak up on you when you start to wring your fingers, suffocating but not willing to show a lick of cowardice in finding an excuse to run from his examination. 

“Is something wrong?”, you try to joke. 

It falls flat. 

“You look different.”

His words are soft, gentler than you’d expected. 

But his eyes still have an edge to them - perplexed, as if he doesn’t recognise some part of you. 

“Yeh, well,” you scoff. “That’s what happens when you get to spend your days off in the actual Californian sun.”

You are aiming for ‘nonchalant’ - but it’s falling more in the realm of ‘sharp and curt’. 

You have to look away, knowing his eyes saw too much. 

You both sit in silence for a while, until the bartender finally makes his way over to collect your orders. 

Jack rattles off both your usual and his, before you even manage to open your mouth. The same order you’d made what feels like a million times, a million years ago. 

“It could’ve changed, you know”, you snap at him sharply, glaring with incredulity in his direction. 

He huffs and looks like he wants to roll his eyes. 

“Doubt it. You’ve been ordering that drink since the day we met.” 

“And I’ve been gone a long time, Jack. Shit changes.”

You can’t seem to help the jagged edge that pricks on each word leaving your mouth. 

The bartender slides both drinks in front of you, while Jack proceeds to slip him some cash. 

“Shit certainly does.” He says, a hardness lacing his tone now too. He picks up his drink, takes a sip and levels you with a look. 

“Especially when you run away in the middle of the night.”

The blow lands square in the middle of your chest, a shock vibrating through you to your core. You feel the fury and ache tremble through to your hands, making your jaw tense and hands ball around your glass. 

Is he fucking serious right now? 

“Are you fucki-“

Your rage is cut short by a hand wrapping around your shoulders, and the distinct perfume you’d recognise anywhere. 

Heather pulls you away by the hand, throwing a quick “Sorry, Jack, need her right now” over her shoulder, and pulling you towards the dancefloor. 

You stand on the edge of it, still glaring at Jack over her shoulder while she seems to be content lacing her cool fingers through yours and trying to get your attention. 

“I love you,” she starts, “and I’ve missed you terribly. But I do not need you and Jack throwing glasses at each other's heads tonight. In fact, no one does.”

Your eyes finally snap to hers. 

“He is being absolutely insuff-“

“Don’t. Start.” She levels you this time with a look you are sure your terror-inducing godson was met with on a daily basis. 

“Need I remind you that this is Dana’s night? She’s been worried about how you two would behave all week, and I’d really hate to tell her she was right…again” Heather chides. 

“No”, you mumble, certifiably shamed by your own petulance. Your lips twist in annoyance, but a small part of you had missed this. 

“Now,” Heather says, face dead straight and staring at you intently. “Do a twirl and show me that hot sun-kissed ass I’ve missed.”

You choke out a laugh, shoving her away at the ridiculousness of it all. 

You both make your way back to the dancefloor and join the others for a while, almost forgotten drink and straw still in your hand. 

“Glad to see you’ve learnt some new moves, cowboy!” You holler at Frank, winking as you watch him try to master a basic heel dig and toe touch with some much needed guidance by Whitticker. 

He flips you off and Mel stifles a giggle behind her hand. 

Heather’s arm wraps around your shoulders as you sway side to side to the beat, trying your hardest to shake off the residual tension in your body. 

The band kicks up the introduction to a new song, a slower one. One you’d heard crooned over the radio recently and had added to the playlist that blared in your headphones on the plane ride over. 

You sing along on the dance floor, loudly and to the absolute amusement of your friends to the opening verse. Your antics had caught the eye of the moustached singer in the band, who extended a hand up to the stage in invitation to join him. 

Fuck it, you thought, throwing back the remnants of your drink before shoving it in Santos’ outstretched hand. 

To be clear, you knew you weren’t fooling anyone for Mariah or Beyonce - or even close by any stretch of the imagination. But you knew you could hold a note or two, and so did a select few others in the audience who attended karaoke night in the past. Said select few, Dana, Samira, Shen and Heather included, were now hollering, while the others looked on in equal parts wild confusion and amazement as you were passed the other microphone. 

But I wonder when you’re drinking if you find yourself thinking 

About that boy from East Tennessee 

You sing alongside the singer with the guitar, the beat of the drums guiding your feet across the stage. You wink at Whitticker with that last line, flicking your hair over your shoulder dramatically for good measure. 

You felt ridiculous - but good. 

And god, it felt good to feel this free. 

But you also felt the weight of his stare from across the room, still pounding through the air, as the force of the next line slipped from your lips and stop you in your tracks. 

And you sought him out, locking eyes fuelled by despair and a little of that fury that you thought you shook off earlier. 

And I know we both knew better, but we still said forever

And that was seven summers of Coke and Southern Comfort 

Were we dumb or just younger, who knows? 

He stared back, twin flames of shattering torment, shame and flecks of agony rippling at the daggers you crooned his way. 

Back then you used to love the river and sippin’ on a Sixer with me

Does it ever make you sad to know, that was seven summers ago? 

And while it hadn’t been seven summers ago exactly, you became particularly, painstakingly aware of the truth in the lyrics. 

A few summers ago and you thought you had found peace. 

Found a home. 

Found love. 

Perhaps it was just being dumb and younger after all. 

You saw it on Jack’s face too as he pressed his back against the bar, right in the spot you left him. 

While his words had been sharp, equally sharp as yours, his eyes gave him away. 

Even from this distance, you could see the painful parallels racing through his mind. 

Your reprieve from the trance you found yourself in with Jack came in the form of Princess, stealing the microphone away and making eyes at the lead singer as she took over the next verse. 

You snap back into focus on the crowd directly ahead of you, cheering on as the song continued. 

But the overhead lights felt too heavy, and the floor too sticky, as you made your way down the stairs beside the stage. Blood rushes your ears, and your hands start to shake as you make your way down,  Heather already moving to meet you where the stage meets the dancefloor. 

You shake your head at her and point to the smoking area out the front of the bar, signalling your targeted location. You see her brows furrow in concern, twinged with slight disapproval of your age old habit, but she nods nevertheless - understanding that you need a second alone. 

Because all your brain continues to chant is get out, get out, get out as you move quickly towards the front door. 

You feel the ghost of calloused fingertips on your bare hips, the light scruff of beard caressing your throat, and the smell of pine ravishing your senses as memories flood your nervous system. 

Get out, get out, get out 

A crooked smile, and soft, warm eyes staring down at you, a featherlight finger grazing from your temple, down your cheek, all the way to your thigh. 

Get out, get out, get out

The vision of those same eyes that had been following you all night, but this time filled with utter confusion, hurt and looking like a literal wound had been ripped open as you coldly slam your apartment door closed in his face. 

Get out, get out, get out

You wretch the bar’s front door open and step out as your breath shudders into a puff of cold air in front of you. 

Get out, get out, get out

This has been a fucking mistake. 

Chapter 3

[oddsandends-dirt-to-dust]

my take on ellie william’s birth chart

(warning, nsfw near the bottom. it’s marked in red. also there’s a little more nsfw info in the reblogs section of this post cuz i forgot to add it. also, talks of trauma and mental health issues!!)

if anyone wants me to go more in depth into anything i mentioned feel free to ask. also if u want me to break down certain scenes/dialogue/actions of ellie’s from the games through the lens of the chart i assigned, again, feel free to ask.

not going too into depth cuz blah. but she’s one of my fave characters ever and i want to dissect my ops on her natal chart a little cuz i lauve astrology. big pisces, bless up.

to clarify for those who don’t know astrology - i’m not just listing ellie’s character traits next to a random label, the things i mention are direct translations of the influence these specific placements can have on a person, hence why i assigned them to ellie. though, my guesses are kinda personal opinion since i’m basing them off of the way i perceive her character.

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Gemini Sun - i don’t rlly care about sun signs sorryyyy. find it kinda boring. BUT. ellie is obvi a very goofy, jokey person. she loves to tease and banter with people, it’s how we see her bond with joel, jesse, riley, and dina. she’s very smart and observent, matches people’s energy. she has lots of interests, is very smart but not arrogantly so. she loves to learn and be taught things, asks questions constantly. friends r very important to her. she has a very analytical, logical mind. she has a nasty side, very direct and damning with her words when she isn’t happy with someone or doesn’t like them. tendencies to shut herself away from people when she’s hurting. will cut people off if they fuck her over, no matter how much she cares for them (joel). but in romantic relationships she’s more likely to try and ignore the issues because she doesn’t want to lose the person. (seen with riley and dina).

Taurus Moon - stubborn asf. have very strong morals. enjoy having a home, will fill their home with items and decor that comforts, and express their personality. prefer intimate social activities, would rather stay in and watch a movie than go to parties n stuff. hold grudges fr. can be very dismissive, also when they set their mind to something you can’t sway them. form their own opinions and can’t be convinced otherwise by others (after the dance, dina tries to apologise, ellie has already decided that dina didn’t mean the kiss even when all signs point to the opposite. also with joel, after finding out what he did in the hospital, she holds that grudge for years, won’t rlly take his side into account and is focused on what she wanted out of the situation. also when she’s leaving dina, she thinks dina is coping better than her though they clearly haven’t spoken about it - “im not like you, dina”). taurus moons bond with people very strongly, and have intense urges to protect their loved ones - main reason she went so loco after joel died was cuz she couldn’t protect him/couldn’t save him.

sentimental yet stoic. very loyal and protective over those they love. don’t like to be patronised, or viewed as weak. feels connected to nature, likes spending time in it/drawing it. music is veryyy important to them. they need stability in relationships, don’t like not knowing or not being sure of things/people. pretty grounded in their emotions, knows what they’re feeling and why, but will try to dismiss themself and ignore their feelings. tendencies towards over-indulgence and substance abuse issues (especially with the influence of her other placements). as i said, taurus moons dismiss and ignore their emotions, hide them from the people around, along with the indulgent nature of taurus, this would present with alcohol abuse, self destructive/self harm issues (by s/h, i mean seeking out danger, violence, and harm. not taking care of herself, not eating, not sleeping, etc). values honesty.

to her core she’d be a very moral person - blinded by her emotions and anger, yes, but would still hold strong to her morals when she can clear her head a lil. (like not going through with killing abby at the end - i think because she finally had the power to end it after all her spiralling thoughts about it/abby. she finally had her hands around her neck, literally had abby’s life in her hands, and that was the only reason she could let go - because the moment ellie had been constantly thinking about was finally happening, it was finally up to her, and that comfort could clear her head a bit and open up a space for her morals to slip back through.)

she would value actions, not words. (joel constantly saying “things happen, we move on”, but still, when he’s killed, she can hardly even try to move on - despite those being the literal words of advice from the guy who was killed, who’s opinion she valued a lot.) (also never believed joel’s constant lies, had to go to the hospital herself to see what really happened there.)

methodical and hardworking. can get stagnant and stuck in their ways. great instincts. sleepy, loves sleeping, loves comfort, (unless they’re dealing with difficult emotions, when they are - food and sleep are the first things to check out.) sensual, intimidating, kinda mysterious ppl. once committed to someone or something, they stick with them for the long haul. (there were extenuating circumstances when she left dina, but she did try to stay and build a home/life with her.)

Virgo Rising - self-sufficient, independent, perfectionist, analytical and intelligent. a good problem solver, and tend to enjoy physical touch when in moments of deep connection. overly critical of others and themselves. other-think and doubt themselves. compliments make them kinda uncomfortable. very observent, and emotionally reserved. not very social, don’t like big crowds of people, prefer small, close social gatherings. tendencies to be very anxious. stomach issues and issues with food. love learning and discussing topics of interest.

they’re pretty sure of themselves and who they are to the core, but as i said, have insane issues with overthinking, self-deprecation, and doubts. they are reserved and practical, but will explode if pushed too far or feeling emotionally triggered. hard-workers, enjoy being praised for their achievements, though will behave awkwardly on the surface when complimented. again, perfectionist, and it can bleed into their opinions of those around them - they expect everyone to be almost perfect. they have a strong sense of duty, are highly reliable and responsible (again, unless overwhelmed by emotion). finds making choices difficult, can get overwhelmed with too many options - they prefer simplicity. good listeners when it really comes down to it, but can be blinded by their own opinions sometimes. prefer to have an organised living space, though not necessarily clean. pretty good at giving advice - they’re often the voice of reason. they love to be of service to others. they don’t like to dive into relationships, they prefer friends-to-lovers situations. they need to really get to know someone before feeling comfortable in romantic relationships.

appearance wise - they prefer simplicity and comfort over flashiness. youthful appearance, delicate facial features, expressive eyes, captivating gaze, slim stature, long limbs. child-like grins, plush lips. narrow chin, strong cheekbones. thick brows and lashes. calm and composed demeanour (nonchalant, chill guy).

Gemini Mercury - her journal is very gemini mercury to me, they like to lay their thoughts out and dissect them. pleasant and polite when meeting people. strong boundaries, won’t take shit, they will match people’s energy (was polite to bill at first but as soon as he started acting aggressive she chewed him out and was never pleasant to him again. was friendly to sam and henry from the beginning and all the way through, even when joel wasn’t.) rlly good at tactically insulting people, proficient in arguments and debates. logical and observant. quick-witted and very sarcastic. very smart, love learning, ask a lot of questions. blunt, honest, and always speak their mind. can be snappy when upset or provoked. when they feel ignored or hurt, they’ll detach and go silent, though might make little comments here and there. very passive aggressive. independent, don’t like to be pushed around. loves reading (comics and books / nonfiction and fiction). very resourceful and good at improvising.

not religious, tend to need facts and evidence to believe things. very curious, asks a lot of questions. fast-paced thoughts, big mouth!!! good with maps and maths. they hate boring people, and people they deem as stupid. nothing is impossible to them, they believe they can achieve whatever they set their mind to, and jump at the chance to prove doubters wrong. they are insistant and push others towards their goals, won’t let people quit or give up easy. very resourceful and knowledgeable. can be kind of manipulative / they know how to sway people, know how to argue their points and get what they want. cannot deal with boredom, they need action, fluidity, results. can be a little self-important, self-absorbed, and immature. they enjoy helping people complete tasks, and feeling useful. always strive for better, won’t settle for less.

since i assigned ellie a virgo ascendent, she is ruled by her gemini mercury. this means it’s a big part of her personality. her thoughts and words, the way she communicates, the way she views the world, the things she likes and dislikes - are a huge part of her personhood and self-identity.

Gemini Venus - i don’t even want to maim her with this placement but here we are. (no offense gemini venus’s. ur cool and misunderstood, but do struggle in love.) they enjoy teasing people they care about. connect on a mental level, need to be able to have interesting back and forth convos with someone when in a relationship. friendship is most important when in romantic relationships. can be very aloof and avoidant in romantic relationships, don’t like talking about their issues and traumas. has many hobbies and interests (for ellie - dinos, space, comics, music, writing, art, movies, etc). stealthy and sneaky.

takes them a while to be rlly romantic in a relationship, and still aren’t overtly fluffy or sappy. (prefers to banter with dina over compliments, quiet acts of love like painting dina and jj, herding the sheep for dina.) not overly empathetic or needy. love languages are acts of service, gift-giving, and quality time. super flustered and awkward when they like someone, but after confirmation their crush is reciprocated, they’re a flirty menace. can be very insecure, despite their strong nature. don’t like hearing about people talking bad about them, don’t like not being liked, but at the same time is kinda like fuck it then. they need mentally stimulating jobs and work, (so loves patrol duty, but hates the gardening shit and kitchen / inventory duties.).

not shallow - they need their partners to have a thrilling mind and personality. honestly have tendencies to crush on people they think they ‘can’t have’, because the chase is exciting. humour and intelligence is what they find most attractive and sexy, above all else. if the relationship gets boring or receptive - they’re out. (but, since i believe ellie has a taurus moon, if the person is interesting enough, she will want to settle down with them.) very playful people, they’re light-hearted and don’t take much too seriously. they love taking their time to get to know someone before diving into a relationship.

drawn to partners who are optimistic, humorous, can see the bright side of life and have fun despite circumstance. they love mysterious/unpredictable people. they are very open-minded, not quick to judge. they can be misunderstood easily by others, struggle with a sense of not-belonging, are often the odd one out. they like to distance themselves from others and from intense moments of connection with humour and jest. they aren’t great with intimacy - after a life of being misunderstood and judged, they become flighty and nervous around vulnerability. they need to be taught intimacy with steady understanding, patience, and compassion. they love to learn, and to learn through love. they are constantly worried about awkward moments, tense situations, doing something wrong and fucking everything up. they’re used to being independent and not needing people, so the notion of relationships sometimes scare them.

they aren’t inclined to follow the expected path of relationship - dates, marriage, kids, not their thing. they don’t conform, don’t subscribe to societal standards or expectations, they’ll love who they want, how they want, when they want. when in a relationship, they have a grating need to always know what their partner is thinking, and will ask questions and dissect answers. they’re fascinated by personhood - especially that of the ones they love. when they finally open themselves up to love, they will love you like you are a distant, undiscovered planet. something to get to know, something to explore, something to make a home on. they might sometimes expect you to act the way they want you too, but even when you don’t, they will love you all the same - because they value differences, a fresh perspective, a change in scenery. curiosity is intimacy to them, and finding is their love language.

can be very impatient people, though. they are fast-moving in all but connection. can struggle with trust issues and skepticism, hence the relentless question-asking and reassurance-seeking when in love. they enjoy taking risks and dive into the unknown and un-experienced. they are deeply provocative and expectant, they value change and flow - stubbornness aggravates them, and they hate to be put in a box.

Aries Mars - i mean, anger issues, hellooo. very quick to anger, (like at the dance, instantly turns around to confront seth.) constantly on the offensive, always looking for threats or taunts. very strong drive, very determined. if they set a goal they will do anything to achieve it. very blunt and won’t take shit, don’t like to sugar coat or beat around the bush and don’t like it when others do it either. they prefer honesty. not afraid to stick up for themselves and others. hard-headed asf. not afraid of conflict and confrontation. can be very antagonising and vindictive. super strong emotionally and mentally, but can act very immature and childish. stroppy asf.

again, very protective of those they love. very possessive of their partners but won’t show it. tries to reason with themself, but still, rlly uncomfortable when ppl look or flirt with their partner. rlly enjoys flirting when they like someone and knows they are liked back. they love the push and pull, the balance of power, the taste of passion and sensuality.

they struggle with authority!! hates people telling them what to do, how to act, telling them they can’t do something. desires to be seen as strong and powerful. are pretty intimidating when they’re mad, have explosive anger when they’re not acting totally aloof and distant. resentful ass person, will forgive but won’t forget. they’ll pretend everything is fine for a while but eventually will blow up on someone and give them a piece of their mind. HATES being punished.

hates boring, tedious jobs. needs to feel wanted and needed, like they’re a productive member of the team/community. prefers hands-on, stimulating, rewarding work. has a keen awareness of danger but most of the time will head straight into it anyway - they plan and think it through a little, but are always ready to dive right in.

they are incredibly bold people, and are proud of their boldness. they honestly might enjoy when people disagree with them or their actions, so they can stand firm in their opinion, and strive to prove themselves. they will demand honesty and mutual respect. they don’t try to be something they’re not - they are what they are, are who they are, and you can like it or screw off. they have tendencies to say the wildest things just to garner a reaction - they find it amusing. incredibly rebellious in nature, enjoy breaking rules and pushing boundaries. they find rules and regulations stupid and pointless. they can feel smothered easily, don’t like when too much is expected of them, don’t like being forced to do what they don’t want to do. they hate ultimatums. they very much dislike the feeling of fear, the feeling of helplessness, and will aggressively strive to be free of those feelings - to scare the fear off, to dig themselves in a hole to escape, to never ever back down.

they enjoy feeling powerful. they will fight tooth and nail to win, despite what harm might come to them in the process. in fact, they demand that harm comes to them - they hate easy wins, they hate the lack of tiredness, the lack of pain, the lack of substance to their victory. if it isn’t hard to accomplish; then it isn’t an accomplishment. they love watching someone’s face as they realise they’ve been bested, adrenaline is a drug to them. they love the power of freedom from rules, expectation, emotions. they love being challenged, being tested, being provoked. they cannot stand being ignored / shut out / discarded. they need a partner who can accept them, appreciate them, but still push back against their torrents of willpower. they find weak-willed, spineless people offensive and pathetic - though if it’s someone they love, will strive to protect them, and toughen them up in the mean time. they need a partner who is just as strong as them. they don’t like bullies, power hungry dictators, or laziness.

aries mars do not bend, they break. and when bested; they are wrathful. spiteful, resentful, vengeful. they will take back what was taken from them, they are relentless and swift in their rage.

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no water in her personal placements but i’d say some of her planets are in a water house or her water ruled houses.

mars or venus in the 12th house - (leo and pisces ruled) - feels extremely deeply but detaches when hurt or betrayed. pretends they don’t care and everything is fine when they’re in pain. issues with vulnerability in relationships, doesn’t like to seem like a burden. suicidal ideation in relation to trauma. avoidant issues. fear of being alone, trust issues, self-depreciation issues. is a hype-person, supports the people they loves with words and actions. fear of being misunderstood. can be avoidant, not very social, doesn’t like small talk, insecurity and self-worth issues. also can cause intense dreams and nightmares. deep and violently strong emotions are extremely hard for them to grasp - they will ignore the feelings, shut them out, and focus only on action and instinct. but those strong emotions will come back to bite, it will manifest in physical ways like a pit in the chest, a hole in the stomach, a strain in the muscles. it will hang over them like a storm cloud, stealing their attention and their personhood until all they can see is murk. it’s very hard for them to work through trauma and give in.

i’d say she has a pisces or a scorpio saturn, probably in the 4th house (cancer and sag ruled) - family issues and self-identity issues. death of family members at a young age, wishes for family and belonging but can’t achieve it. self-destructive and independent, doesn’t like to conform or be ordered around. focused on their own goals and desires, despite who it might hurt. would look down on people they view as “weak”, or not capable of surviving, but would still try to protect them, and maybe toughen them up a lil. wouldn’t like crying in front of people or showing weakness, even when in long term relationships. they hide when they cry, wouldn’t want to talk about their traumas or emotions. they see their problems as belongings, and don’t like to share. familial connections and belonging is a deep wound for them, which can lead to detachment and avoidant issues. if they manage to let someone in, and are subsequently betrayed, they are relentless in their dismissal - they will leave you out in the cold, despite the deep urges for reconciliation - they cannot allow you to hurt them again, and once you’re revealed as a threat, they will crush you with silence and insouciance.

also, her virgo rising would make her 8th house ruled by aries. 8th house rules trauma and stuff to do with death (amongst other things) - aries is head trauma, traumatic and sudden, violent deaths, and rage-fuelled vengeance (rip joel). impulsive actions leading to destruction. doesn’t care about getting injured, is very good a dealing with injuries etc. very suspicious and skeptical. prone to head, face, and back injuries. prone to violence, but can be a little affected by seeing it or causing it. they find great satisfaction in winning fights/battles, especially against people they have a… vendetta against.

NSFW - feel kinda weird doing this, idk why, i literally write vulgar smut about her. anyway.

we don’t know anything about ellie’s sexual life/history/preferences. we can glean hints through her general reactions and personality, but i don’t rlly have anything to bounce off of. below are the sexual translations of the signs i assigned to her, (so, you can decide if the above depictions of the signs i assigned match her personality and characteristics, and if so, the nsfw things below are just as accurate despite the placements being my opinion.) so basically, im factoring her gemini venus, aries mars, taurus moon, and gemini mercury into my predictions.

to clarify, i’m a sub-ellie truther, but due to the way she crawls on top of dina on the couch, and also the way she’s all over her at the farm, below is my opinion on her sexual nature based on the placements i guessed she has - so, i’m factoring mainly her (assumed) birth chart, and general demeanour. but she’s defo subby half the time - defo switchy.

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extremely horny. switch vibes. love dirty talk. loves to be praised. likes hair-pulling. enjoys risky sex (we’re not supposed to be doing this / public stuff (but she probs wouldn’t initiate straight up public sex, she’d like if her partner did tho)). but also, when deeply in love, enjoys romantic, passionate, emotional sex. uses sex as a way to express love and connect. acts of service (not strictly a top tho), loves to focus on her partner. but also, sometimes can be kind of selfish in sex, cuz (again, not strictly a dom) aries mars do like to be in charge and in control. in contrast, would also defo love to be used and advanced on (like she’d love the thought of a pretty girl/person on top of her. the only way i can think to explain it is like, feeling like prey, but not in a lack of control or scared way. she’d love knowing she’s wanted carnally by a hot girl/person - though she can be rlly shy about it sometimes.)

defo loves eating pussy and getting hers ate, more so than just fingers - but still rlly enjoys fingering cuz she can be all up in her partners face while she does it. i think she’d enjoy the idea of strapping, likes to fuck with something bigger than fingers and loves to watch her partners face as she fucks them, feel them scratch her back, their legs wrap around her, etc. but also tribbing, defo loves that even more. i think she’d enjoy being fingered more than being strapped herself, but it feels good so she’d still like it, (she just might be a lil shy and embarrassed and would need to feel a strong connection). she’d love getting her face sat on !!!!!!! so much!!! being smothered in her partners thighs, being able to see up their body as they ride her face - she’d love being used like that, but also would love making her partner feel so good they can barely hold themself up cuz it makes her feel powerful.

going back to dirty talk, prob likes taunting/being taunted - but not straight up mocking, humiliation, or degradation - just a tasteful amount of teasing. loves dirty talking in public, like whispering in each others ear n shiz. and secret touches. loves smacking butt, during sex but also just any time. loves boobies, obvi, she’s probs quite gropey (not in a weird way). also has an oral fixation, loves lips. and also necks, neck kisses, biting, hickeys (but only likes herself to see them, would be so embarrassed if joel or her friends saw hickeys on her or her partners neck.) likes holding her partners neck but not choking. again, loves hickeys, but prefers to leave them where others can’t see, unless ppl won’t see her partners neck for a while for some reason - but, on boobs, thighs, etc, would love to leave her mark on her partner, physical proof of their wild nights together.

probs enjoy rough sex but not violent, like a lil bit of pain (again, hair pulling, light slaps (not to the face), biting, scratches.) more inclined to groan, pant, grunt, curse, stuff like that butttt, when she’s rlly into it, HUGE WHIMPERER. and whiny too. she’d enjoy edging a lottt, and when it’s her being edged she’s so whiny and pleading. she’d feel powerful keeping her partner on the edge of bliss, it being up to her when she lets you feel it. and she’d love the gratification of being edged herself - it’s not an easy, quick finish - she has to earn it and she loves that. also, she’d secretly enjoy loosing control - she’s used to being strong-willed, staunchly in control of her life, always getting what she wants - so, when she’s close, she’d actually enjoy the pleading aspect of begging you to let her orgasm, and the explosive satisfaction of finally finishing.

dacryphilia kink perhaps, again not in a rlly violent way but a pleasure way, loves to see her partner totally fucked out and almost sobbing from pleasure. likes claiming - “you’re mine.” and likes to be claimed herself. when’s she’s feeling subby or caught off guard, gets rlly flustered and shaky - but not unsure, she knows what she wants. would enjoy watching her partner pleasure themselves in front of her, or want them touch themselves while she fucks them n stuff. also likes body hair on her partner!!! and herself obvi, defooo doesn’t give a shit about shaving. but she’d like to trim herself up, being a virgo rising and all. also, she’d like overstim a little. again, not in a sadistic way, she just thinks it’s cute when her partner gasps, twitches, jolts, and shakes.

again, i want to clarify, none of the sex stuff i mentioned would be in a rlly dominant way. more like she’s just a horny person and enjoys all those things in both a top/bottom way, but not overly dom, mean, or domineering. just an awkward nerd who has a slutty side, and it’s more of a fascination with the things i mentioned than a commanding or controlling urge. aries mars is very switch to me, because they love being in control and feeling powerful, but also love their partner to be similarly agressive and commanding. also she’s not totally serious all the time, she’d have a sweet side, and also would defo joke around sometimes during sex and be silly. don’t think she’d be big on porn, but would like sexual pics of her partner / pics of them partaking in sexual acts together. probs not filmed, she’d hate to watch herself, but pics, yeah.

she’d LOVE make out sessions. when she’s in the mood for it, could spend hours kissing her partner, dry humping, squeezing their butt and boobs, kissing their neck. she’d need freshness in her sex life - boring, sappy, cut and dry sex is not her thing. she’d love the unexpected, being surprised, being seduced. as i said, she would like ‘sappy’ sex sometimes, but more in the way of deep connection and the thrill of being in tune with one another’s bodies, being able to make each other shake and cry out and feel good.

like i said, aries mars & taurus moons have tendencies to be extremely horny people, very sex driven. BUT, sometimes they’re just not in the mood and want to focus on their interests, (reading, gaming, art, in ellie’s case), and just chilling and cuddling - watching movies n stuff. i think ellie would like being read to, laying on her partners chest while they read to her cuz she loves hearing their voice. sometimes gemini mercuries get super into their hobbies and she might accidentally ignore her partner cuz she’s so invested in her comic/movie/game/doodling. but a sure way to get her going would to be kinda agressive (not violent), like pulling whatever it is out of her hands, undressing in front of her, talking dirty until she can’t focus. then she’ll let you do what you want. if she’s not in the mood, a simple “i’m horny” won’t cut it - she wants you to earn her arousal, make it exciting, make it unexpected.

attraction wise - factoring her taurus moon, gemini venus, and aries mars. she’d like women/ppl who are very sure of themselves, so, similar to her - don’t take shit, stand up for themselves and others, strong, not overly emotional or needy. cuz she’s independent, needs her partner to be too - though she’d secretly love clingy behaviour sometimes cuz it makes her feel special, but she’d tease her partner for it. she’d need a partner who she finds rlly funny, can have interesting convos and banter with, and someone she can share her interests with and talk about them together. wouldn’t like immaturity or childishness (though she’d has those tendencies herself). wouldn’t like someone who beats around the bush, she likes her partner to speak their mind and be honest and straight up. defo wouldn’t notice someone has a crush on her unless they’re super up front about it.

but also, loves to be cared for. obvi ellie has mommy issues… ie, she never had one. so, she’d love acts of service and words of affirmation, she’d love being called “good girl” n shiz like that. loves to feel special, and cared for. probs wouldn’t go so far as to call her partner mommy (unless she’s very connected to her partner, rlly rlly overwhelmed by pleasure and immersed in the moment, it might slip out) would defo have freudian tendencies (not in a weird pedo childlike way!!! just, the caring aspect, and ‘motherly’ actions would make her feel all warm and gooey). so i think she’d love laying on her partners chest, getting her hair stroked and played with, getting her back stroked. she’d love handholding in public and in private. needs someone she can chill with, watch movies, have little picnic/nature dates with.

doesn’t rlly care about appearance, she’s not picky at all. but, she’d be drawn to ppl with darker features. she’d like quite rough appearances, loves ppl with battle scars and personality. she’d like ppl who rlly express themselves through their appearance; piercings, hair dye, tattoos, an interesting style. (though, again, it’s not a dealbreaker.) she’d like someone with a cool music taste. she’d like ppl with like grungy/emo/dark styles. she’d be drawn to more fem-esq girls, but would like them to still have a rough, strong edge to their appearance. like, she’d like toned muscles on a girl (but again, not picky with body types or appearances, she’d just be more drawn to the things i mention.) so she’d like ppl who are both fem and masc in certain aspects. if her partner is fem, she’d like seeing them in skirts n stuff, and them sitting on her lap while in a skirt. she would like tight clothing on her partners - but, again, doesn’t care too much about appearance/outfits. mental stimulation, personality, and conversations are far far more important to her in a relationship.

she’d like someone with a sarcastic humour. also someone who’s rlly empathetic and caring, but not to their own detriment. wouldn’t rlly enjoy people pleasers (though she has tendencies herself if it’s someone she cares about). she’d find intelligence very attractive. she’d pretend she doesn’t like gooey love stuff - like kisses all over her face, someone who’s very touchy, compliments, love letters - but secretly she’d love it. also would loveee a possessive partner (but not jealous, that would frustrate her), so someone who touches her in public (handholding, standing close, holding her arm), gives her lil pecks, is vocal about how ellie’s their girl, etc. she’d like someone who doesn’t care what people say about / think of them.

i think she’d like to imagine a future family with her partner, like kids and stuff, but she’d not too focused on it cuz obviously she’s a lesbian in an apocalypse. she’d have qualms about bringing children into the apocalyptic world, but she’d love to fantasise about having a family and having little babies running around. might even be a tender spot to her, how bad she wants kids in the future but feels she can’t cuz of circumstances. would defo adopt tho, like if she finds an orphan or something lmao. she’d be a rlly good mom (ignoring the fact that she left jj… there were extenuating circumstances…). would love sharing her interests with her kiddies, teaching them and showing them things. she’d be strict sometimes, mainly when it comes to her kids safety, but overall she’d totally be the ‘fun mom’. she’d love raising little peeps with her partner. if that were to ever happen tho, it’d be way into her 30s, cuz she’d be focused on being independent and living her life in her 20s.

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birthday ramble -

there are some different opinions on when her birthday is because it’s never actually mentioned. some ppl say the end of spring/start of summer (gemini), some ppl say end of summer (august/virgo).

for me personally i’m gonna assume it’s around july, bcuz i think gemini suits her but also, IF IM REMEMBERING CORRECTLY (probably not cuz im a pisces mercury), ellie was 13 in the scene with riley, and three weeks later when she meets joel she’s 14. and im pretty sure it was the start of summer, not the end of summer, cuz it takes them like 9 months to get to salt lake city, and when they do it’s the start of spring, and ellie isn’t 15 yet. (so they leave around may/june when ellie is already 14, get to slc around march time, ellie is still 14) also in the flashback to her 15th it looks like summer and they’re wearing summer clothes. and it’s kinda clear from their conversations that it’s only been a few months since they arrived in jackson. (left slc in march and got back to jackson end of march/april, ellie’s birthday would be around two months later.)

but i could be misinformed, either way, these r the placements i think she has due to her appearance, socialising, emotions, trauma, drive, intelligence, communication, relationships, etc, so it doesn’t rllyyyy matter when her bday is.

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sorry about changing tenses and unorganised rambles. i’m dyslekic and also just spew astrology shit out quick fire. formatting is horrible, again, i’m a pisces mercury, pls don’t expect sense, organised structure, or un-convoluted sentences from me. (apart from in my fics. no, actually i still ramble in those.)

okay, will probs do a Vi version soon if i feel so inclined. cuz she might be my fave character evaaa. jinx version would be fun too. and perhaps a joel version… if i can be bothered to focus on a man for more than 5minutes (i dooo love his character too tho.)

[cackled0g]

Assorted headcanons about the L4D2 Survivors

Nick

-Heavy smoker, used to be a heavy drinker but I think by the point the apocalypse happens he's eased back on the drinking.

-Aside from being skilled at gambling and conning people, I think he's also got a talent for sleight-of-hand tricks and picking pockets. He knows a few basic card tricks too, though he never really gets a chance to show them off.

-Had a really rough childhood. Think both of his parents were junkies who spent most of their time ignoring him. He left home young and never looked back.

-This man was definitely raised Catholic

Rochelle

-Used to smoke, quit at some point. The apocalypse is bad for sobriety, so I feel like she occasionally shares a smoke with Nick.

-Had a large family in which she was a middle child. Spent most of her childhood being looked over in favor of her siblings. Put herself through college and worked up to being a producer for the news through sheer hard work and dedication.

-Has a bad habit of dating shitty men. She likes bad boys but tends to get attached to toxic personalities.

-Definitely the most intelligent of the L4D2 survivors.

Coach

-Never smokes or drinks--his vice is fast food.

-Was a popular football star for his school with ambitions of going pro. Had a knee injury late in his last season of high school football that ruined all of that. He became a Coach partially because of his love for the game and partially because he wanted to do a better job of protecting his students than his teachers did for him.

-Had a nice suburban childhood with loving parents. He's intensely worried about how they're faring in the apocalypse.

-Deeply cares about everyone, but especially kids. He knew all of the students at his school by name and always made a habit of being nice to those who looked like they needed it. I imagine he's seen several of them dead by now.

Ellis

-Tobacco fiend but not a smoker, this is a man who dips if I've ever seen one.

-Absent father, doting single mother. Never had any siblings but Keith was over enough to basically be raised alongside him. He never had to worry about his mother's affection for him; she clearly thinks he hung the moon.

-Very aware that he annoys people at times but unsure of how to stop doing it. Blames himself for his father leaving.

-ADHD and dyslexic. Did poorly in school but thrives in an environment where he can work with his hands and have verbal instructions. Math was his best core subject, and he excelled at ag and shop class.

-A Southern Baptist by blood, but I don't think he's ever given his personal religious beliefs much thought.

-Bisexual!

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

part 11- a thousand candles burn into the night

"When the ashes start to rise and the moon falls from the sky and a thousand candles burn into the night. When the angels softly cry on the flames below the sky, would a thousand souls still pray for you and I?" -Day of the Dead by Hollywood Undead

Masterlist Part 10

Just like the summer air began to cool into autumn winds, Jasmine and Jason began with a heated tension between them that dwindled into a slow simmer of what neither of them wanted to jinx by calling it love. 

Both were aware of how unnatural their connection was, how quick one was able to trust the other with simple thoughts that roll off the tongue- Jazz’s favorite tea, Jason’s favorite book, her younger siblings, his many brothers. It was obvious that Jason held some lingering anger towards those he called family, but it was an old wound, infected yet healing. When it came to more in-depth questions about Jazz’s siblings, Danny and Ellie, there was a sad tinge to the affection. Jazz missed Ellie with every fiber of her being, but her little sister was free as her heart desired. 

Jason spoke at length about his own, eventually admitting his anger issues that had led him to attempted murder on one of the younger boys, Tim, that he deeply regretted. 

Jazz had only to listen, because who else could understand the deeply rooted rage that came with betrayal? 

One slash, two, three

Blood is on your hands already. 

Fourth, fifth slash

Ask the ghosts if honor matters, buried amongst the ash. 

Slash six, seven

Sharpen your love into a weapon

They went out on several dates, each one special and lovely, but Jazz’s favorite was being wrapped in familiar arms as they watched Pride and Prejudice on Jason’s couch. It was a comfortable warmth that lulled the redhead into a deep sleep, the best she had gotten in a long time. 

Jazz was the first to wake, lying on Jason’s firm chest and ear pressed firmly to where she could hear a faint purr from his Proto-Core, she felt no compulsion to move even though there were things she had to do as Regent and as Jasmine. 

She had to talk to Frostbite, because she needed to understand why she was so connected to Jason. It frightened Jazz, to have her emotions so sharpened towards someone she hadn’t known for very long. 

(She was in love.) 

Her own Proto-core purred in tandem with Jason’s, happiness bubbling up in her chest. This was a peace she never wanted to let go, regardless of the reason why the two of them were brought and bound together. 

Jason was in love. 

There was zero doubt in his head or heart that he was fully committed to his darling Jazz, the beautiful woman who understood him in ways no one ever had. With her, the pit remnants were calm and he was happy. 

Happy. 

Sheer happiness was in his grasp, in his arms and resting on his chest as she slept. Her long hair smelled like strawberries and he never wanted to leave. 

Yet, bat-trained paranoia reared its ugly head in moments like these. 

Jasmine Nightingale was, by all accounts, a civilian with a trust fund who cared for her younger brother. No other records were found that could tie either Jazz or Danny to crime, but Jason didn’t want to see them if they existed anyway. He hadn’t even met Danny yet and the kid, despite being prime adoption bait, was already one of Jason’s favorite people. He made Jazz proud with his intelligence and good-natured attitude, so Jason would do his best to form a good relationship with the kid. 

He guessed he should be more concerned with how quickly he fell for his darling, but he wasn’t. It felt right. It felt safe. Like he could trust Jazz with every thought, every dream, every hope, every nightmare and she wouldn’t run away. He wanted her, plain and simple. 

Thankfully Jazz was more or less on the same page as him. 

She never had to say a word about how she felt for him, it was obvious in the way she would gravitate towards him, want to be around him, talk to him, simply be with Jason. How honored he felt to be gifted such attention by Jazz. 

He didn’t know how to tell her about Red Hood though. 

The Nightingales lived outside Crime Alley’s borders, in a shitty neighborhood of Gotham recently claimed by two new vigilantes- Phantom and Regent. 

Jason tried to shove back the horrifying images of a vivisectied Phantom, screaming, sobbing and whimpering, but he would ever be able to forget. 

The video of Regent killing the Fentons was glitched, but cross referenced with the Ghost Files, it was obvious the Regent of Now and Then were the same woman…entity that saved Phantom, no, avenged the ghost kid. 

The fact that the Fentons death prevented a war was karmic justice, in his humble opinion. 

Yet, there was something familiar about the Regent. Something that called to him on a baser level… as if he knew the entity behind the helmet. 

But that was ridiculous…right? 

Right? 

Jazz was going to kill him all the way this time, Danny bemoaned while in flight. He really stuck his foot in it this time and yikes, he really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. 

He just had to go behind Jazz’s back and give the Ghost Files to Batman instead of Superman or Constantine. Big and blue wasn’t available when Danny found an opportunity and for shame if he wasted it! Sad trench coat man being there was really just a bonus, honestly. 

With the Acts getting the League’s attention, it was time for a desperate move on the part of the GIW. 

They infiltrated Gotham. 

Danny had no idea how they had found a way past the border Lady Gotham kept a tight leash on, but the agents were able to pick up his trail with a lucky break on their end. He had a haunt in Gotham, which meant his ecto-signature was strong in that area and weak in others. A glaring neon sign of where the Phantom often could be found. 

But Danny would never give up his haunt again, not without a fight. 

This haunt didn’t just belong to him, not like Amity had. This had become the home of the Nightingales, the Phantom and the Regent. They had shed blood to claim it and would shed more to keep it. 

If it meant admitting to his mistake, then so be it, that’s where he would start. 

“Bold of you to assume I thought that far ahead.” Was probably not the best response to Jazz’s irate question of ‘Did you even consider what Batman, Mr. Contingencies-out-the-ass and minion-acquisition-instead-of-therapy, would do with the files?’ 

Needless to say, Jazz wasn’t impressed. 

She had been rather happier lately, with her boyfriend Jason constantly in her orbit, but responsibility still weighed on her. 

(Danny’s fault, he was aware, but he still had so much growing up to do before he was ready for the crown.)

Getting the AEA demolished was sure to take some weight from her, even if it would be only the beginning of resolving the repercussions of the United States’ crimes against the Infinite Realms. 

It would be years before it would be considered repaid, the blood shed and existences snuffed out. The deaths of the Dr. Fentons were only a consequence of their actions, not truly recompense for the torture they inflicted on the people of the Realms. 

(Danny never told Jazz, but he knew they didn’t die when the portal was destroyed.)

(He knew his sister had killed their parents to save him.) 

(He still didn’t know how to feel about that.) 

Lady Gotham offered a sad croon as Phantom curled his form under a gargoyle’s wings, the heavy rain an ironic ambiance for his mood.

There was nothing he could do about the GIW in Gotham until they showed themselves and they were doing an unusually good job of keeping on the down low. If it hadn’t been for the frantic screeches of the friendly shades and a few blob ghosts cuddling him for comfort, he would have been caught off-guard by an attack. As long as he stayed out of his haunt for a while, let his signature be caught somewhere else, then Jazz would be able to defend their home until he could deal with the bastards. 

He just needed to wait. 

Jazz had been livid with him admitting his fuck up with the files and deeming the GIW’s presence his fault for claiming a Haunt. With a threat to hug him and make him talk about his feelings until he no longer believed such a lie, Jazz agreed to remain in their Haunt until he could draw some of their forces away. Lady Gotham’s ecto-siganture would be enough to scramble their trackers once further into her city and she would subtly lead her Knights to the agents when able. 

It wasn’t much, but it would have to be enough.

Phantom curled his tail around his laid back form, mimicking a cat as he texted Sam and Tucker with updates. They had sworn to visit him during Summer Break, but the Halfa wasn’t holding his breath. Gotham wasn’t safe for them. It wasn’t safe for anyone and that’s coming from a kid who can punt a building into the sun at a moment’s notice. 

Amity was (laughably) the best place for them. 

Phantom wasn’t really paying attention, absentmindly petting a blob ghost that was cuddled into his side, when he was joined by none other than the Red Hood. 

Badass armor and weapons aside, the Hood was an Antihero he admired. The avenged dead sung his praises for all who’d listen. 

And… he was very familiar. 

Red Hood possessed a Proto-core, one he’d sensed before in his own home….with Jazz. 

It couldn’t be. There was no way the Fenton luck could be that wonky that his big sister was dating Red Hood of all people, Jason Todd when unmasked. She had to know right? There was no way Jazz could miss the Proto-core signature of the Once-Revenant they’d housed for a while. Was Jazz okay with Jason’s past? Sure, Red Hood didn’t kill much anymore, but he was still a crime lord who thought severed heads in a duffel bag was a great gift to leave on someone’s doorstep, like a particularly picky cat. 

“Uh, hi?” 

Hood crouched down, rain blocked by his huge body, water droplets dripping off his red helmet. The white lenses gave nothing away as the Anti-hero spoke, “Hey kid. You ok?” 

(Danny was well aware of how gentle and caring Red Hood was towards kids.) 

(He couldn’t wait to be an uncle.) 

“I’m fine, dude. Just chilling.” 

“Under a gargoyle in Gotham?” The disbeliving tone made Phantom snort in laughter, because wow not the scariest concept to a halfa. 

“Hey, it was either this or the sewers. I wouldn’t be caught dead,” Phantom chuckled a bit at his joke. “Down there without hazmat gear and the Anti-Creep stick.” 

Hood snorted, the sound stackity through the modulator, “Fair enough. Don’t get caught by the big bat, ok? He doesn’t like Metas in his city.” 

“Oi, being dead is a meta-cal condition.” 

“Ugh,” Hood groaned, “a punster. You’re not dead, kid.” 

“‘Fraid I am, my good dude. Fourteen and fried alive, zero outta ten, would not recommend.” 

“...You’re a ghost?” 

“Right in one! Name’s Phantom.” the Halfa offered, seeing no point in correcting the Anti-hero. 

“Red Hood.” 

“Dude, I know. The shades sing your praises given half a chance.” 

“Shades?” 

Phantom shrugged, “The restless dead, unable to pass over without a lot of ectoplasm.” 

Hood didn’t ask what ectoplasm was, which surprised the Halfa. Did Batman share the Ghost Files with Red Hood? 

“You’re from Amity Park, right?” 

Phantom cringed at the name of his former haunt, anger bubbling in his gut, “I died there. I haunt Gotham now.” 

“....I’m sorry.” Even with the modulator, Hood sounded genuinely sad for Phantom. 

(Batman definitely shared the Ghost Files with the Anti-Hero.)

“Are you alright here? Do you need help?” 

Phantom shook his head, “The GIW invaded Gotham tracking my Ecto-signature, so I’m leading them away from my Haunt.” He raised an eyebrow, “You should be careful too. You’re a pretty strong liminal, but they’ll still try to capture you.” 

“No, they won’t get me. Phantom, where’s your haunt?” 

If Hood was anyone else, Phantom would keep his mouth shut. A Haunt is sacred, a home for a Fraid, it was not some measly address freely given. Yet, Red Hood was also Jason Todd, Once-Revenant Death-claimed Champion turned Proto-core Liminal dating his older sister. If Jazz trusted him enough to date him, then it was good enough for Phantom to offer him a place in his Fraid. (He really couldn’t wait to be an uncle.)

A/N: This was beta-read by @meditating-cat, thanks!

The little bit at the end there... foreshadowing, perhaps? Ooh... all those baby names I could give a Hardcover kid.

Perhaps, perhaps not. Who knows. I have the end of this series mostly planned out, but it could likely change.

Thanks for reading!

[frost-queen]

Remember the oath // part 2 (Assasin!reader x Aemond Targaryen)

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Summary: Jacerys reminds you of what needs to be done. Aemond has to die and it needs to be by your hands. With a plan you lure him to you only to receive more of his teasing. No matter what, you must kill Aemond Targaryen, but will you finally be able to or fail a second time? [series]

Candles flickered, casting shadows onto the stone walls behind you. Your breathing deep and extended to absorb as much air as you could in one take. Gaze staring in front of you at the candles. Your mind picturing him in front of you. Looking all smug and idiotic. No matter how many times you imagined killing him, it never did. As if he kept avoiding your swings. Each time you thought you’d stake his heart it ends up with his hands on your back.

His gaze fiercely staring through your core. Only to be one hot breath away from kissing him. No. In your mind you pushed the thought away, replaying the whole scenario again for a different outcome. Yet no matter how hard you tried, he always ended up kissing you. A kiss you were unable to get out of your head. Frustrating you that you couldn’t even take him down in your own daydream. No one ever had that power.

Three sturdy knocks on your door made you blink awake. Becoming aware of your surroundings once more. – “Yes.” – you answered for them to enter. The door opened as you were surprised by the outcome. You had expected to see your father, not Jacerys, your stepbrother. – “Y/n… can I come in?” – he asked even when you had already invited him in. – “Yes.” – you repeated as Jacerys entered your room. Closing the door behind him. You seated yourself better, making some room for him.

Jacerys came sitting beside you, coming to lean against you to your surprise. – “I can’t sleep…” – he said. The vulnerability strong in his voice. To be truthful, you hadn’t really been close to your stepbrothers. They were Rhaenyra’s children. Your stepmother’s. When your father married her they became family. But you had always been one for solitude. It was what worked best in your field of work. Now seeing your little stepbrother leaned up against you, did something to you.

Dropping your arm, it draped over him. – “How so?” – you asked, but could hint for the answer. He missed Lucerys. He missed his older brother. Jacerys looked up to you with puffy eyes. Unable to answer your questions. It stirred up a motherly feeling inside of you, you didn’t know you had. Shushing Jacerys gently, you pulled him closer into your embrace.

Brushing your fingers through his hair. – “I won’t let anything happen to you.” – you whispered to him. Jacerys let out a deep breath, snuggling up to you. He closed his eyes as it didn’t take him long to find comfort in your arms. Moving your gaze towards the open balcony where the moon was set high. There was no questioning about it. Aemond had to be punished. For the sake of your family. You need to kill him.

The morning glow crept through as it awoke you. A beam of warmth shining on your face. Moving a bit restless, you slowly woke up. Jacerys still secure in your arms. You squeezed him a bit tighter to you as a promise. A promise that you would avenge Lucerys just as you had promised.

A knock on the door startled you as a moment later your father entered. – “Y/n.” – he said loud storming in. When his gaze fell on Jacerys in your arms, he became silent. Staring at the display for a moment. You gently started to wake him up. – “Jacerys.” – you said softly with a few nudges. – “It is time to wake up stepbrother.” – lifting his head a bit up.

He started to wake up, adjusting to the light. He gasped startled by the sudden presence of Daemon. His hand resting on the handle of his sword by his side. Jacerys looked back at you as you nodded, setting him off gently. Jacerys got up, bowing to Daemon.

Daemon gave him a nod back. He then ran off to return to his chambers. Daemon quirked his eyebrow up when you got up with a heavy sigh. – “Don’t even comment on it.” – you warned him knowing he’d say something tacky. Moving towards the table, you poured yourself some water.

“I wasn’t.” – your father responded coming to stand by your side. – “Family is what is important now. Family is what keeps us strong.” – he commented as you set your cup down. – “I’ll kill him.” – you said out loud. – “A body for a body.” – you finished staring in front of you. Your father was a man of few words.

He simply dropped his hand on your shoulder. Giving it a few pats before leaving. Exhaling loud, you lowered your head. Wondering how you’d finish him off. Last time he had outsmarted you. Aemond was no fool, knowing you might try again. 

For the next couple of days, you isolated yourself. It was something you always did when you needed to focus. Prepare your assassination to the smallest detail. It had to be thought through. At any point you needed to be able to escape. You needed him alone, somewhere vulnerable. Somewhere where he’d not expect you.

Letting the dagger twirl between your fingers, there was only room for morbid thoughts. Imagining his body being dragged through mud as you return home. All pettiness stripped from him. His chest crimson red with blood. For where once was his heart, would be nothing but a hollow gap. For it could never make Jacery’s heart full again.

Before the morning glow had fully set, were you off. Leaving your home behind to go hunt for perhaps the trickiest of beast amongst all. Instead of going to him. You needed to lure him to you. Somewhere away from Kingslanding. You rode deeper into the woods on horseback. Never having been able to tame a dragon was a disadvantage now. Perhaps it was because your mother was no Targaryen.

You rode till you were far enough. Dismounting, you tied your horse’s reigns up. Moving further away, you knelt down. Touching the damp grass and moss between your fingers. Taking out a match, you let it burn. Watching the flame, flickering in the reflection of your eyes. – “Dracarys.” – you whispered before dropping the match onto the ground. Stepping back, you watched as the grass started to catch fire.

It didn’t take long for the small spark to emerge into larger flames. Scorching the ground. You watched it burn feeling the immense heat from it. A few dragon’s wings would’ve been helpful now. Instead you ran to your horse, taking out a blanket. Coming back closer to the fire, flapping it towards it. Needing it to create smoke. Smoke that rose higher and higher and outstretch the tallest trees.

Grey smoke gassed up as it made you cough loud. Returning to your horse, you fetched the satchel with water. Dimming the flames till nothing. The ground in ash and ruin. Smoke kept swirling up as you hoped it would lure him in. If only to investigate what had happened. Taking the reigns of your horse, you drove off. Aemond didn’t need to see your horse.

Climbing up into a tree, you made your way closer to the scorched ground from tree to tree. Coming to sit in position. Well hidden between the greenery. For all you had to do now was hide. Hide and wait for him to take the bait. The loud roars of a beast made you lift your head up. Taking your dagger out at the sound of wings flapping.

Letting them be carried by the wind. Peeking through the greenery, you spotted a dragon. Circling above you, above the scorched ground. Perhaps to have a proper look before dropping down. The dragon roared again as it dived down. Setting her feet forwards as they thumped hard onto the ground. The beast retracting her wings to the side. Her rider dismounting. Aemond.

Curling up a smile, you were pleased to see him. Cheeks flushed as you were reminded of the kiss once more. Gripping tightly onto the daggers handle, you forced the thoughts out of your head. You were here for one purpose only and that was to kill Aemond. You watched as Aemond neared the scorched ground.

Kneeling down as he touched it with his hand. His hand pulled back. The ground was still warm. It was fresh. It made him glance wary to the side. His hand going slowly to the handle of his sword by his side. Slowly he rose, keeping his back towards you, unaware that you were in hiding. Aemond spun around, sword taken out as he pointed it in front of him. He started to look around, pointing his sword at every given direction.

When he was facing his dragon, he took a deep breath. A faint smell in the air. It made him curl up a smirk. Looking over his shoulder as he slowly returned his sword to his waist. – “I didn’t know you were still at it.” – he said out loud with a smirk. – “Halfblood.” – he added teasingly. You dropped down from the tree with your dagger in your hand. Pointing it at him you glared foul at him. – “Ah.” – Aemond said humorously turning more towards you.

He opened his hands to you to show you that he was right here. You ran up to him, slicing your dagger at him. Aemond jumped back, easily avoiding the sharp tip. You swung at him again as he dodged without any efforts to the side. – “I thought we were over this.” – he chuckled out dodging another one of your slashed. You only grunted in return. You slashed up and down but he was light on his feet. – “I don’t mind a bit of foreplay halfblood.” – he teased with a smirk.

You groaned loud, running up to him. Aemond spun around, avoiding your dagger. He then gave you a kick against your bottom, making you fall forwards onto the ground. He approached you, hand on the handle of his sword. – “Had enough?” – he asked slightly bored. Tensing your jaw, you set your fists down to pull yourself up. Aemond pushed you back down with his foot. Sighing loud. – “This is tiring Halfblood.” – he spoke as you rolled over. Aemond held his hand out to you. Panting loud, you looked up to him.

Heart beating warmly for him as you couldn’t seem to keep it down. Aemond rolled his eye when you wouldn’t accept his hand. He leaned down, grabbing you by the wrist. With a hard pull, you were up on your feet. Bumping against his chest as he moved his arm quick behind your back to lock you in. You tried to struggle against his grip as he could only smirk.

“I’ll kill you!” – you called out with annoyance. Aemond kept smiling, sneaking a quick kiss on your nose in. It caught you off guard, making you blink with a flutter. – “No you won’t.” – he responded. His gaze lowering to your lips. Gently leaning in as he kissed your lips. Letting yourself be led away, you kissed him back. Eyes suddenly widening at what you were doing. Shoving him off you, you stumbled back.

Aemond genuinely seemed heartbroken that you had pushed him away. – “I will not be distracted by you again.” – you told him. Aemond looked briefly away. You retrieved your dagger from the ground, standing ready. The earth thundered beneath your feet as the dragon behind you moved. Beak opening as a thundering roar hit you from behind. Nearly making you stumble forwards. Aemond rose his hand to calm her. Her breath already hot with fire. Her gaze fixated on the dagger in your hand. – “Vhagar!” – Aemond shouted to tame his dragon.

She disobeyed as her throat became hotter. You could feel the warmth from behind. Making you slowly turn to face the beast. Fear made your eyes widen as she readied herself to spew her fire at you. Aemond gasped loud, gaze lowering onto you. He started running. Arms wrapping around you as he shoved you aside. Vhagar’s fire right above your heads as it burned the trees in front of you.

Aemond laying on top of you to protect you from her fire. Vhagar’s fire died out as she closed her mouth. Aemond slowly lifted his head up. – “Are you alright Y/n?” – he asked panting loud. You shoved him off you, Aemond rolling over to his back. – “Your dragon tried to kill me!” – you shouted at him nearly losing your mind over it. Aemond came sitting up. – “Only because you tried to kill me!” – he shouted back.

You got up, dusting your clothing off. Aemond getting up as well. You heard loud neighs, making you squint your eyes. In the distance you saw that your horse had snapped itself free. The fire probably having scared it. Now your horse was running off with loud neighs. – “Oh just great.” – you said sarcastically.

“Your dragon scared my ride away.” – you accused pointing at his dragon. Aemond curled up a smile. – “Should I offer you a ride back home, princess?” – he took a dramatic bow making you roll your eyes at him. – “If you wish to have your head delivered on a silver platter, than yes.” – you replied. – “No gold, that is a shame.” – he teased in return.

You scoffed loud, turning on your heel. Aemond launched forwards, grabbing you by your wrist. With one pull you spun back to him. Bumping against his chest as his hands wrapped around your waist. – “Aemond let me go!” – you insisted upon as he could only smirk. – “Say please.” – he answered feeling smug. You gave him a shove as it only made you stumble even closer to him.

Having sunken a bit in his embrace. Gaze going upwards, his breath was hot on your face. – “Are you planning on killing me more?” – he asked, tilting his head a bit. You nodded mesmerized by his gaze.  – “Good.” – he responded tilting your chin up by his finger. – “For I’d be terribly disappointed if you didn’t.” – he whispered leaning in more. His breath hot on your lips.

It made you swallow nervously. Yearning for his touch. Exhaling deep into his mouth, he curled up a smile before breaking the gap. Kissing your lips yearningly. Pulling your upper body a bit more up to have you stand sturdy on your feet. Vhagar blew air from out of her nostrils at Aemond and you. It made him retrieve his lips with an annoyed expression.

“Fine!” – he told her a bit annoyed. He lowered his hands on you, stepping back. Aemond mounted Vhagar again. – “You better start walking princess, if you wish to be home before diner.” – he chuckled out. You groaned loud turning on your heel. Walking off. Biting your lip softly, you dared to look back even though you promised yourself you wouldn’t.

Turning your head, you saw Aemond still watching you. Elbows resting on his saddle to admire you. – “Just go!” – you shouted at him with a wave of your hand. – “Before I kill you.” – you added teasingly. It made him chuckle. Straightening his posture he signalled Vhagar to lift off. The wind of her wings nearly knocking you out of balance. Regaining your balance, you kept walking. Swallowing nervously as you had once again failed miserably at your task. For you still needed to avenge the death of Lucerys.

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[emonopolyman]

The way everyone makes rockstar! Ellie out to be this hard core chick when my idea of rockstar! Ellie is just pheobe bridgers but gayer (if thats possible)

Like her songs are so sad and slow, but she also writes complete bs into them sometimes.

I can imagine her writing songs like graceland about reader, and reader being rockstar! Ellie’s childhood best friend.

For the rockstar! ellie x rockstar! reader girlies I can imagine the two having this weird dynamic connected to the childhood best friend to lover trope. Like the two of them loved one another but never admitted it until it was too late and now (years later) alot of their songs intertwine as they use the same metaphors for one another. (This is so self indulgent because ive been listening to Pheobe Bridgers on loop but when I say the two have extended metaphors for one another in their songs I kinda mean how in both ‘moon song’ , ‘i know the end’ and ‘killer’ they all interlink with Ellie being the killer motif and reader being this ‘dog who always comes back with a bird in her teeth’)

Further self indulgence but I can imagine their reunion one day (like a family event or something) where reader breaks the ice being saying “so you wrote a song about me?” and ellie simply says “i wrote the entire album about you.”

Anyways- soft rockstar! Ellie has my heart and soul. She’s a sweetheart who is too scared to admit her love.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 214

“I did an oopsie.” 

Clockwork paused in his work, gaze turning from his work towards his ghostling (it didn’t matter if he was an adult, he’d always be his ghostling) who was smiling nervously, avoiding his eyes. 

“Oh?” He kept his tone light, even as he worked on untangling a time knot. Honestly at least Danny was immune to any effect of time, even if he couldn’t look into his timelines in exchange. It came with being the other half of Infinity. 

“Yeeah… you know that corner of the multiverse you told me not to go to because you’re working on some time problems? I might have stumbled into one of the worlds in the corner…” 

He stopped his machinations, fully turning towards Danny- Space, his Core whispered and quivered in utter delight at having an Equal in power- with a raised eyebrow, leaning on his staff and silently telling him to explain. 

Danny poked his fingers together, giving a nervous laugh. “So uh, I was just exploring right? Well me and Ellie, you know how she gets when she can’t wander, and um… I er, we might have messed with some things in the creation of it… I didn’t know it was part of that universe, I swear! It was so far at the fringes and halfway into the Zone and I couldn’t just let a universe die before it began and-”

Oh- Oh! His ghostling (and his grand-ghostlings it sounded like) had claimed his first universe! He could put off these time knots, this was a grand milestone for any Ancient, nevermind such a primordial force as one of theirs.

And this is how a DC world came into being with humans evolving with more avian traits. Like wings. And claws. Look, Dan thought it’d be funny if they gave baby humanity wings and Ellie started rambling about how much farther they could travel if they had them and Danny thought it could be cool. Oh well, time to keep an eye on their itty baby world now…

[goldswirl]

hii im thinking on coming back to tumblr to post random art and some stupid stuff!! also btw my discord is goldswirl !!

sometimes i do stuff without noticing..

it became a habit i wish i never got, if you notice i do something wrong please correct my mistakes and ill do my best to get it together, dont be afraid to tell me, ok? lets goo!!

a half scene core, half nostalgic gal, half cutecore.. but mostly the silliest randomest gal ever, and im proud to say so!! no judgemental peeps allowed in this blog!! <3 im stuck in my childhood and present day!! as you can tell, i love magical girls and some silly cartoons bc.. why not!!

shorter fandom list ! pretty random stuff dont mind my silly autistic self :3

BASICALLY ANYTHING MAGICAL GIRL RELATED!! (especially the silliest ones, mermaid melody, madoka, ojamajo doremi, precure, jewelpet, rainbow bubblegem, and a few older shows like sailor moon, akazukin chacha, saint tail, and a lot more magical girl shows !!)

bfdi

tiny toons (i dislike the reboot tho TwT)

ruff ruffman

fhfif

regular show

ed edd n eddy

Dandy's World

MHA

SML (old jr >>>)

dragon tales

kindergarten the musical (ik ik, VERY childish but kat, ellie, abigail and tej are my comfort characters in the show!!)

spooky month

full house (i loved it when i was younger and i still watch it and make fanart sometimes!! I love the theme song <3)

I still like dolls but who’s gonna stop me xD

that’s surprisingly less comparing the disaster of a fandom list i used to have >w>

more about me!!

14 year old artist who is turning 15 this year! (september 3rd 2010 is my bdayyy)

a twice fangal!! sana is my bias rehehe

animator creating her own magical girl series, which is kinda a mix of Jewelpet and Ojamajo Doremi, called Powerful Pals! It is getting rebooted since it is outdated. if u wanna watch it, here’s my stupid silly little yt channel!!

comfort characters: too much of a list, but just know that its hard for me to hate any character! BUUUUT i am prob one the biggest ojamajo doremi, ruby x flower x lollipop, cure peach is my fav precure and #1 pop (fav ojamajo, very close second is doremi) fans so ye !! >w>

💕✨

sassy little witch gal

dni: gr00mers, p3dos, etc etc, you know what i mean.. hopefully im scared if you dont.. jk! just dont be problematic and stuff like that <3

i support most furries, therians, lgbtq, agere (NOT AGE PLAY!! theres a difference!), etc!! as long as its not a kink (age play is a kink). again, i believe it is fine as long as you aren’t sexual.

(sexual stuff is gross and unacceptable in this blog. take that away from me, a minor. pls.)

now have funny bfdi stuff :3

[elliecore4eva]

Running in Circles

pairing : Ellie williams x Fem! reader

genre: angst/fluff/ slight smut

Minors DNI

Summary : slow-burn, deeply emotional, and immersive story with all the "Ellie-core" elements—grunge, angst, messy love, and fleeting moments of warmth. Expect complicated feelings, intense bonding, and a dynamic that teeters between comfort and chaos.

based on the request by @wwefan2002

PART FIVE: COLLISIONS & CLOSE CALLS

You and Ellie keep orbiting each other.

Some days, it feels like she’s everywhere—lounging on the couch, stealing your food, flicking the back of your ear just to piss you off. Other days, she disappears, gone for hours, coming back smelling like smoke and the open road.

You never ask where she goes. She never asks why you care.

It’s safer that way.

—

One night, you find her on the roof.

She’s sitting near the edge, legs stretched out, a cigarette balanced between two fingers. The sky is clear, the moon bright enough to cast shadows.

You climb up without thinking.

Ellie glances at you, but she doesn’t say anything as you settle next to her. She just passes you the cigarette.

You take a drag. The smoke burns in your throat.

Ellie smirks, watching you cough. “Pathetic.”

You roll your eyes, shoving her shoulder. “Shut up.”

She grins, but it fades fast. After a moment, she exhales, flicking ash into the wind. “I think I’m gonna leave.”

The words hit you like cold water.

You keep your face blank. “What, forever?”

Ellie shrugs. “For a while. Maybe.”

You study her in the moonlight. The way her jaw is set, the way she keeps looking at the horizon like she’s already gone.

She means it.

Your stomach twists. “Tommy’s gonna be pissed.”

Ellie lets out a short, humorless laugh. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You look down, picking at a loose thread on your jeans. “You ever think about staying?”

Ellie is quiet for so long you think she won’t answer.

Then she sighs. “I don’t know how.”

The honesty in her voice makes your throat tight.

Because you get it. God, you get it.

All your life, you’ve been running. Leaving before you can be left. And now, here you are, sitting next to someone who feels like a mirror, both of you cracked in the same places.

You want to tell her to stay. You want to tell her you’d make it worth it.

But instead, you just say, “Yeah. Me neither.”

Ellie looks at you then, something unreadable in her eyes.

And for a second—for a single, breathless second—you think she might kiss you.

But she doesn’t.

She just nudges your knee with hers and says, “Guess we’re fucked, huh?”

You huff out a laugh, even though nothing about this is funny. “Yeah. Guess so.”

[obitobis-simp]

Saw that you like Honkai and I’m watching my friend redesign some Naruto for funsies and doing what I personally like to call a “HoYo glow-up” and bruhhhhhhhhhh Obito looks so good I wish I could show you 😭 Giving off really strong Raiden Mei vibes, and they gave Sasuke a Snake Sage form that reminds me of Dan Heng Imbibitor Lunae (the long hair, plus Mikoto’s genes are very strong)

(Also chibi Kisame and Kakashi fighting in the background for Obito’s attention it’s hilarious xD)

You know what, what are your thoughts on Naruto characters in a HSR setting? Any character!

I feel like Obito could be Imaginary / Nihility DPS (because of his Kamui and Eye of the Moon)

Kakashi, I think, could be Lightning annnnndd I have no idea what his Path could be 😅

Kicking screeming running around in my flat knocking stuff over

I've been waiting my whole life for this get ready dear anon

Pls i need to cure my eyes with your friends drawing

Obito being mei is 100% my canon and kisa and kks being ellie and truna fighting over her

Anon you have no IDEA what an itch you are scratching rn you have opened pandoras box of my brain

I have this supper big au i call tobis bizar adventures for now it's supper long but i'll skip the big parts

All you need to know obito baiscly got khaenri'ahed in a way he's imortal travling through the cosmus and just waiting for the end of the universe to happen(he could undo his imortalaity but he won't cuz that would realese a great desaster and it's cuz of somthing i named oth of imortalatiy obito is the only one that can fullfill it now but he won't cuz he didn't make it and he chose to die on that hill out of princepal or in his case live is a better word)

For timeline resons i'd place ninja planet existing somewhere near the swarm desaster

Anyways back to obito this will sound crazy to non lore readers but here's my hc

Obito was on takamagahara helping the ppl there my hc for izumo is that it had 2 kianas kevin was from takamagahara actully but ladned in izumo crimson moon dynasty orphanage style

Takamagahara was baisicly missing a kevin/kiana that was on izumo

My hc for taka is that obito genuanly fell in love with that world cuz of how they treated their children and everyone even the sovrings of xyz(takas herrscher i freely named that way) in my au they are like a mix of the herrschers of currat era and greek flame chases that they are decided'by birth but their herrscher core growes with them inside them

Obito learned that when he got there and is just like offering to kill the kids for them but therese is just like "no you are not gonna kill kids for crimes we don't know they'll they got the same ight to live and be happy like everyone else" so obito just being so baffled by this. This is the equalatiy of treating a jinchuriki like a normal person and not a monster. so he put that to the test and makes it look like he's abt to kill them but auntie theresa goes inbetween even pushing the kids away but she dosen't die or get a wound obito used kamui. And that's what impresses him so much after everything he saw he decides to help the ppl against the yaoyorozu no kami the best he can.

Later theresa dies on the battlefield and ask obito to look after the kids. That's how he became seele and bronyas father(he later adopts the mei of taka after her father got killed and unjustly framed he stands up and reveals the truth) he later also adopts wenti too

So izumo got 2 kianas taka get's 2 meis and outlanders are nit welcome in other worlds

It's just domestic fluff some angst and it get's worse and worse one after the other the kids get killed or secrafice themself for the ppl and obito is just getting ptsd flashback after flashback until he's the only one left after the last of his daughter dies and he just screem crys after he burryed the last one (in my head the last daughter is bronya) when he sees acheron and silver wolf he's just like "you don't know me but if you ever need anything lmk." Acheron telling him the same she told wrlt and obito:" yeah ik lol but idc you share a face and fate with my daughter i can't help it"

Also scherons trailer clave across a transiant world i watched it more then teyavt chapter travail trailer

Now obito is both nihility and destruction to me but obito is kind of like TB he get's to play multiple paths and even get more sp

My ideas

Fire nihility

Imaganary destruction (all destruction even that of the self are supported)

Fire elation(he's bff with sparkle btw )

And at a later point even get's harmony and rememberance

And he'd be a follower of finality it makes sense i promes

He actully has a deep connection to it and nihilitiy i'll explain another time

My hc for his LC is that you never see his face on them his elation lc is tobi tobing around(from the first time he turned to tobi) while others include rin and or kakashi with just glimpses of obito that are somewhat off

Kakashis path is really hard to decide i'm leaning to destruction tho(self destructive his jutzus and based on game play from naruto moblie)

Sakura is physical abundance and she also get's to be erudition

Sasuke is quantum hunt

And naruto also a hard one but i'll go with wind harmony

Gaara would 100% be preservation wind

Kisame inaganary hunt

Itachi fire erudition

Konan imaganary

Anyways now listen to this kakashi worshiped the memory of obito and with time that became the remamberance so obito is the physical body remenants(ik popular theory is march but zhey could absorb eachother) of the remebarance and that's why he's nobody he's the abssence of remembernace nothingness nobody he was torn into many parts and each acssended to devinity in their way

Also the reson obitos memories are bad fuli is collecting rent for obito to be in his body(they are the same and they hate eachother so bad) imagene fighting an psudo type emenator of rememberance tand they pull up with fuli as their memo sprite

Also kamui is the garden of recomation and obito is perfect to have the seed to recreat the univeser cuz he'll be there untill the very end

My brain made up so much pls feel free to ask more

I even made him up to be in ampoureus but now it dosen't make any senss anymore

Alao he'd look at penokony snd be like yup i was so damm right sbt the whole dream world thing look at how far ppl go to get there.. oh shit is zhere an ailen tree involved in this?no? Okay good

Would you be intrested in a few kit ideas i had for him? Or anything else?

[racefortheironthrone]

People often say that Moon Knight is "Marvel's Batman," but would his series be a good read for Batman fans, or is it too different in concept or execution?

I think there's a lot of good Moon Knight that Batman fans would enjoy - from the classic 70s stuff where Moon Knight was basically just a crime-fighter with a lot of secret identities (before the DID became a core element of his character) that is pretty close to Batman, orthe "Mister Night" persona that Marc Spector adopted starting in the Warren Ellis run in 2014 that is more of a detective character.

However, I think it's important to not go in expecting Moon Knight to be "Marvel's Batman," because there's all sorts of stuff, from the DID to his Egyptian mysticism, that doesn't really fit within the Batman Venn diagram.

Also, Marvel's Batman is Daredevil, this is already established.

Also, I strongly recommend the Jed MacKay Moon Knight run, because it's fantastic.

[soulsuckcr]

HEY, i think i just saw WILLOW XIANG walking down the strip. stop by to catch up and you’ll learn the TWENTY-SEVEN YEAR OLD is working as an EVENT ORGANIZER AT DEAD MAN’S FINGERS; SECOND ENFORCER OF THE CACTUS CATS and lives in MANOR SUITES. given they are RESOLUTE but VENGEFUL, it’s likely that they ARE NOT a vampire. on the flipside, rumor has it that SHE LURES PEOPLE SHE DOESN’T LIKE TO THEIR DEATHS and it keeps them looking over their shoulder. i bet you can find them tearing up the dance floor to MURDER ON THE DANCEFLOOR BY SOPHIE ELLIS-BEXTOR and you’ll know why they’re called THE GUNSLINGER. ( nonbinary woman + she/they + pansexual + scorpio )

PINTEREST. STATS.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: death, murder.

IF YOU KNOW SOMEONE WHO KNOWS SOMEONE, congrats — you're already three degrees from willow xiang. see, willow didn't just climb the ladder. she strangled it with its own tie, set fire to it and welded one of her own, walking over the ashes of those she had scorched along the way. the first unfortunate soul who learned what she's capable of? they're not around to tell the tale. the second one? neither are they. and by the third, the pattern was clear. she started from the bottom — and not in the inspiring, movie-montage kind of way, though unlike most of us, who just cry in the bathroom and move on, maybe cursing them under our breath or screaming in our cars or into our pillows, willow kept receipts. literal receipts. with annotations. in red. with claws sharpened ( and perfectly manicured, thank you very much ), she made her way to the top, her music career taking off, and yes, the rumours are true ... partially. you've heard them, haven't you? AN ETHEREAL FEVER DREAM, and a one-woman reckoning. the temperature seems to drop ten degrees when she arrives. some say she was born beneath a cursed moon, wrapped in silk and vengeance. others say she can be seen drenched in blood beneath willow trees in the dead of night, whispering to the wind. according to playground whispers, she eats children. incorrect. she eats men — and she does it with perfect lip liner and a smile that says, "your apology won't be accepted, but do go on". don't get it twisted, she's not some horror movie monster; they wish they had her budget. she's not crawling out of any television screens unless it's to critique your interior design, steal a juice box from your fridge, and disappear into channel five. no, she's not the villain — you are, if your conscience flinches when her name is spoken. see a flash of pink at dusk? don't panic. it's probably not her. unless it is. and then, well... good luck, bestie. MAKE IT INTO HER CIRCLE and the knives she carries are no longer pointed at you. need to settle a score? she'll cock her head, flash that sugar-sweet smile, and ask if you're after something subtle — you know, like a flesh wound — or if it's more of a clean up on aisle six and an updated obituary type of thing. it's all about what kind of vibes you're going for. they've been appointed as the second enforcer for the cactus cats, and there's nothing they wouldn't do to make sure the job gets done. don't be fooled by the glitter, the way she bakes for the crew, or the fact that she names her knives like pets ( her favourite's called mittens. guess where that one goes ) ... they're lethal when it matters. but hey, they're her second family, and she takes care of her own. earn her trust, and you'll find a tender core beneath the chaos, and a heart that bleeds for her family. just be sure to bring snacks — bonus points if it's something sweet.

[boyakishantrinity]

"Ursa?"

"Ellie, what did you do this time."

"For once. Nothing. But either I'm high, or that's a ship with cloaking devices for the crew who appear to give high frequency sighted aliens inability to see-"

The large bear places his paw on her shoulders turning down to her.

"... Ellie, what the FUCK-"

The ship lurched, throwing the Terran into the bear's lap, groaning as Moon (that's his name translated) got to his feet.

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"The ship?"

Now on her back, legs leaned against what was the floor. Wait. Why were-

The ship lurched once more, stabilisers activating as it straightened itself.

"SHIT. FUCK. CUNT. ASS-HOOOLE!"

Rolling into the adjacent wall, legs slapping against the floor as the sound of panicked shouts echoed from the hall.

"Ellie?"

"Spinny."

"PRIVATE."

"SIR YES SIR."

Standing at attention, body tense as the captain got to his feet.

"Grab your weapons and beat the intruders to a pulp. No killing, just knock em out. DISMISSED."

"SIR YES SIR!"

She turned, dropping to a sprinting pose before running down the hall, grabbing his abdomen the captain spat out blood. He'd bit his tongue quite hard, nothing major but enough he'd need a minute.

She'd opened door ahead of time, activating her gadgets (read: stolen military gear) to lock the ship down, doors jamming shut, gate permanently locked open, electronic drones no doubt moving to fuse the metal shut on the other end. Creating a channel straight towards her room, jumping across walls as she yanked her stuff out the room.

Legs pounding, head sweating as she slammed an EpiPen into her stomach. Her eyes flicked awake, pirates shouting in languages the translator quickly translated to English.

"WHERE'S THE FUCKING DRILL?"

"STAY THE FUCK DOWN."

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID THIS SHIP COULDN'T LOCK DOWN!!"

"It doesn't."

She froze. That kind of voice generally meant, well not leader. But a core part of the group. She smiled. The first person she'd found to devour.

Greed hissed open the door, slithering its way out the vents before they slammed onto her as the snake like animal growled. Anger. Someone had clearly hacked the damn ship! Some kind of gadget, but the empty hallways left many question. For one. Why was it a straight loop?

Her eyes picked something up, something was running down the hall, some metal device in her hand. It wasn't a plasma pistol, damn tiny weapons made for stunning. The bullet however. What was it? Whatever it was, it wasn't anything modern. Or familiar.

A raider of four seperate systems, pirate (privateer). A class 2 weapon, reliable sure. But bullets were exceedingly rare. And the scent. Foreign. Nothing familiar at all. Not to say unique, it smelt similar. But this. This wasn't-

The moving warm figure had maintained speed, running along a wall as it neared. Three more corridors, sprinting down the hall... She looked up, Orla. The Slithering Claw, the red laser aimed at her. She listened back, her head was angled down. But how could she do so without...

Small movements moved, back and forth, something she'd normally ignore, but now. It flicked it's eyes. Already, she formed a way to fight against the crewmate. Spear drawn, pistol raised and tail prepared to sweep. This would be a quick fight.

Dirt coloured, wearing some kind of tactical armour, semi reflective for light and things slamming into ya. Hmm. Some kind of snake alien.

WISK.

She froze, her body shifting as she moved between the hall, spear drawn with both hands as she raced ahead. A gun in one hand, she stood her ground. Firing, the first reflected. Almost immediately, she frowned. Reaching behind her for something. Handles, many handles. Hesitating, moving. Useless to her.

The snake reared back, spear pushed forward as she hissed.

"YOU WILL DIE."

She leaned back, bending under the staff as she raised a leg, sweeping over the weapon before spanning the wooden handle.

CLICK.

The handle held at her head, a hand on her back as a foot remained on the end of her tail.

"SSSSS"

[Fuck. You]

"... You speak Sawi?"

"Fuck no I don't. Just something my friend's pet does."

She swept her left hand, slamming a knife into her waist. The bone snapping under the knife as she slammed her head forward. Smashing the snake backwards.

"MY HEAD!!"

Swearing in some kind of common tongue, I swiveled the knife, aiming with my right.

"Can't kill ... fine."

The translator barely managed to translate it, pulling out a yellow device before jamming it into her side.

"You-"

She dropped to the floor, knocked out as the noise of metal echoed down the hall. More shouting, the translator shouting into my ear.

She ripped it off, parts flying as she threw a cable. The line twirling around the snake before she tied a rope around her tail.

Good. Now if she tries to move, she'll slap herself with her own tail.

And with a fully loaded revolver, she sprinted down the hall.

They'd taken shelter behind boxes, having cut through the titanium doors, guns raining laser pellets that lost energy as they fired. The metal fragments dropped harmlessly to the ground, tiny metal beads that could be magnetically collected, recharged and then fired again.

BANG

Something flew through the pellets, energised pellet smacking the bullet forward as it blew the hole out of an alien.

"KEEP FIRING. I CAN'T KILL SHIT IF YOU DON'T!"

Shouting from behind them, an M4A1 in hand, the Australian firing her weapon from behind them, single shots loosening craters in the pack of twelve as they began to push forward. Reinforcements. Five against twenty, seemingly still in shock she stabbed herself once more.

Drawing her sword, she charged forward.

"CHARGE!!"

She leapt ahead, sprinting towards the aliens with a an iron sword. Slamming the blade down, she cut down the first alien. The pellets seemed to swerve, hitting the walls and the strange black circles that definately weren't there a few moments ago.

They in fact weren't from a few moments ago, I'd thrown them as I charged, magnets that emit magnets. Since they used pellet weapons, iron pellets. The kind they'd used in PB for extremists (because humans don't have enough ways to shoot at each other), but primarily kept their guns on the low setting. Not enough energy to form a mini magnetic field that'd hit like a point blank barret shot.

But more like that moron who hung off the edge of the speeding bushmaster and got heavily bruised.

But besides that.

She'd cocked her gun, firing at a random alien as she sheathed her sword. Cocking the weapon again, she grinned, smiling at the aliens like a madwoman, wide eyes and a massive grin.

She fired again, cocking her second gun as she tilted her head.

By now, 15 pirates remained, unshot that is. Bullets pierced legs, limbs. Non lethal positions but the kind that make any decent soldier think. "Jesus fuck she's going to torture us."

Almost immediately, as soon as the shock dropped, the large alien dropped his fist. And almost immediately, shed glanced up. Holstered her guns, reached behind her. And rolled.

Swords drawn free, she stood on her feet, holding stance as she returned her smile.

"Bit rude. Innit?"

Before sweeping the blades, slicing at his arm as she twirled. Slamming the swords to cut the pirates legs off.

"Now, who wants to surrender?"

The pirates froze, the strange alien had fought them, countered their bullets, sliced limbs and requested surrender. The translators returned the message as they dropped weapons, reinforcements copying their comrades as the crew cautiously took them hostage.

Ignoring her crew, she marched back, turning the corner before dragging a bag behind her. Several of the conscious captives now tied, they tossed a translator at her.

"Ellie. What are you doing?"

"Just gonna clear the ship."

"... Why? There's pirates-"

"..."

She stopped, freezing as she reloaded her guns. Before pulling out what looked to be a shotgun.

"... You got a radio?"

She stared at the captain of the boarding crew, tied with cuffs, he nodded his head. Amda tossing the radio to her.

"Why do you need their radio?"

"You'll see. Radios automatically translate right?"

"... Yeah?"

"ATTENTION DUMBASSES. I'VE CAPTURED YOUR BOARDING CREW, SURRENDER PEACEFULLY OR I CLEAR YOUR SHIP. OVER. "

"... Sarge? "

"Ignore the Terran. "

"... Alright."

She cocked her gun, an empty shell dropped to the ground.

"I'll see you in like. Twenty minutes."

"Ellie, what are you doing?"

"... I'm going to go clear a ship?"

"By yourself?"

"... I mean, I could try to do it without my body."

"ELLIE."

"WHAT?"

"Do you have a death wish?"

"yes."

"... That's not the right answer."

Now standing at the hole in to the pirate ship, she shouted back.

"I DON'T CARE!"

[Do I continue this?]