#bloody ellie

[librathefangirl]

Okay but this is actually so wild when you think about it

Imagine being a demon part of that rumor chain, like: "yeah, I totally heard that Meliodas (you know, firstborn son of the Demon King, leader of the Ten Commandments, successor to the throne, that Meliodas) is getting with Bloody Ellie (aka the daughter of the Supreme Deity!)"

[hihopelessromantics]

Through the Wall Chapter 2

Nanatsu no Taizai fanfic 

uh here’s part two of this! Let me know your thoughts on this one. we’ve got the perspective of a Weird minor character this time around 

~~~ Human Fortress near present-day Camelot

Nerobasta was biting at her nails and fingers. A horrible habit for a horrible moment, she thought, but she couldn’t help herself. Ah, he had finally taken notice of her, and even trusted her with something he thought was important, but this? How could fate be so cruel? She cursed the traitorous grumpiness and confusion in her heart.

How could she doubt him?

Her charge lifted black eyes to meet hers and glowered, his gaze burning like an Ark. With effort, she repressed a shudder, wrenching her eyes back to the window. Hiding the emotion boiling within.

How could she not?

After all, this was a demon child. An average, filthy (literately, the kid was splattered with dust, a sickening smell of miasma, and blood) demon child, deemed important by her Ludociel? She could barely stomach the notion. Noooooooo.

“A demon prince,” he had said. “He will be an important pawn, so keep a close eye on him.”

She severely doubted it. This kid looked barely old enough to speak intellegently- and if the incident report was of any merit, he had been abandoned by his kin. No one was coming for him. He was at the Goddess Clan’s mercy. But he seemed to understand neither of these things and had alternated between narrowing his eyes at goddesses as if in recognition or giving anyone who attempted to interact with him a thousand-yard stare. He made no move to fight or flee and didn’t even try to ask what his current predicament was. Was he intellegent enough to speak? Nerobasta couldn’t be sure. Whatever was wrong with him, he surely wasn’t going to be suitable for anything but making Nerobasta and the others uncomfortable. Not that they would admit that.

She would do this. For Ludociel, who she admired more than anyone. She would be waiting right here, making sure the little demon stayed put, until Ludociel came to reilieve her of this burden and grace her with another, better responsibility. A command straight from his own lips.

The blue sky outside the tower room called to her. Nerobasta wanted to be on the ground - wanted to feel the warmth of the midday sun eminating from the dirt, a fascinating sensation for one of her kind. The heavens were cold, the only warmth coming from the goddesses themselves. The sweet, pastel colors and brilliant blues and oranges were nothing like what you could find in Britannia.

She figured, perhaps she should say something to the demon.The room where they were situated was a guest room, the style of furniture unfamiliar but tactful, so the demon could assume he was more of an unexpected guest than a prisoner. By the way he sat curled up amongst the pillows, eyes flickering back and forth, she could tell he was uncomfortable. But besides that, she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. If Ludociel had taken pains to assure the demon that he was safe here... well, her anxiety might foil that plan. Her silence ould be interpreted as ominous.

“My name is Nerobasta,” she told him, forcing her eyes away from the window. He seemed not to hear. She rapped her knuckles on the windowframe and cleared her throat. “Are you lost in thought? I don’t blame you, with what just happened. I heard you were rescued from a village in the midst of battle. You must have seen so many unspeakable things...”

He turned his black eyes back on her but did not answer.

“What is your name, little one?” She spoke as sweetly as possible to counter the animosity in his gaze. “I don’t think you’ve said. Do you have one?”

Thousand-yard stare. Gotcha.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you speak Common? Or just your language?” After yet another moment of silence, she stepped closer and pointed to her mouth. “Do you. Understand. Common?”

The demon’s expression was contemplative. A nice change from blank and souless, Nerobasta thought, inching ever closer to her unwanted companion.

“If you don’t, I’m afraid I can’t do anything for you. But I hope I can convey... that I don’t want to hurt you. Niether does anyone else here. You’re no threat to us, or anyone. As a goddess, I can understand that.”

Still contemplative.

“I’m not afraid of you like the humans are.”

They sat in silence for an untold amount of time.

A gentle knock at the door drew Nerobasta’s attention. “Who is it?” She asked, incredulous that anyone would come to this tower after Ludociel explained what it held. “I’m not letting you in unless you have permission.”

The voice that answered was sweet and clear. It rang out like a bell signaling dessert was ready. The voice of a fledgling god.

It struck terror into her heart.

“Why, who else, Nerobasta?”

“Your Highness!” Nerobasta exclaimed, rising to her feet on impulse. “What..What are you doing here? I thought you were meeting with the Archangels in the Celestial Realm.”

“Oh, we finished early. There was a lot to discuss, but, you know how efficient we can get. Only took a few hours. So I came here to visit with our human allies, and, well, I heard we’ve got an unusual guest. Ludociel told me it was nothing to concern myself with-” at this Nerobasta almost physically recoiled, knowing that she wasn’t even supposed to be here, “and while I’m sure that’s true, I thought I should be a proper princess as I have the time. You know the other Archangels have trouble with socializing with humans. Heh, they’re so strict, they’ve got everyone on edge whenever they show up! It’s a pity... and I’m concerned the other races are going to see us as... arrogant and untouchable if no one takes the time to actually connect with them. Or at least talk casually with them. You know what I mean, right?”

She didn’t. But she said, “Of course. How dilligent and kind of you to come check on me, but I assure you, our guest and I are just relaxing in here. He might not... take kindly to more interaction than he’s already had to endure, in his state.”

“Ah. Ah, I didn’t think of that,” replied the princess. “No wonder everyone’s so worried... if he’s in a state... well, I’ll leave you be. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Be well, Nerobasta. And you, too - whoever you are.”

She listened intently until she heard her footsteps slowly fading. Thank the Supreme Diety. It would have been a complete mess if she had decided to interfere with Ludociel’s plans in any way, and Nerobasta didn’t have the willpower or status to stand up to her. Even for Ludociel’s sake... it just wasn’t possible. Even young and naieve as she was, a girl still growing into her power, Elizabeth was a force to be reckoned with.  

The smile on her face was a real one, of relief, as she spoke to the demon: “Did you hear? The humans are worried about you. Her Highness thinks they’re worried for your health, but, I wouldn’t put any confidence in her ability to read hearts. Nevertheless, with her here, everyone should be more at ease. We won’t have to worry so much about protecting you from them. That’s good news.”

The demon’s answering stare was blank. Her words weren’t meant to reassure him, but she didn’t expect that reaction. Maybe he really didn’t understand her after all.

Casting another practiced smile at him, Nerobasta went back to observing the clouds. Not a moment later, there was a bang on the door. And a hissed whisper: “Nerobasta!”

She couldn’t help but laugh - here she thought she was going to suffer alone. “About time, Asteraoth.” She recognized this voice too - it belonged to a dear friend of hers. She got up to open the door and her friend shoved a platter full of fruit and what she assumed were human lunch foods into her hands. As Nerobasta fumbled with the platter, Asteraoth slipped past her, only to stop in her tracks when she caught sight of the demon.

“Oh, dear. That is... ohhhh, lights above, that does not look - ah - sir - I mean - I don’t know what I mean. Uh. Do you come with a name?”

The expected answer: nothing. Asteraoth continued unperturbed: “Whoever you are, you look like you just walked into - woah, don’t glare at me like that! Are you completely unstable?”

“Confused, more like.” Nerobasta strode back into the middle of the room. “And I think I just figured out why. He doesn’t seem to understand what we’re saying at all. It’s possible he’s mute, but more likely that he just hasn’t learned Common.”

“Wha- so he doesn’t understand what’s going on at all?”

“Mh.” Balancing the tray of food with some effort, Nerobasta hastily set it right next to the demon on the bed.

“What are you doing, Nerobasta? Stand back!”

“He’s merely frightened, not angered with us.” At least, she hoped so. An angry and uncooperative demon would be a hinderance, regardless of his small size and unrecognizable power level.

“Even more reason not to stand so close!” Her friend rebuked her. “Are you so confident that he won’t freak out and attack you?” She reached out and grabbed her hand, her firm grip pulling Nerobasta close to her and away from the demon with barely a hint of effort. Her look of serious concern made the blood rush to Nerobasta’s face. Why was her other hand on her shoulder?

“Please,” she huffed, “I am not afraid in the slightest. Come closer and look at him. He’s no threat - just a child who hasn’t grown into his evil powers. He’s barely even a demon by our standards.”

“You think?” Asteraoth regarded her, then the demon, with a look of restrained horror. Or was it fear? “I sure hope you’re right. Bringing him into the heart of a human stronghold was a risky choice.”

“I’m sure the humans don’t mind at all. Unless you doubt our new superior’s charisma? Heh. Don’t you remember the speech he gave at our initiation? Our collegues basically melted at his feet!” She laughed, the memory of her appointment as a Divine Lance Corporal lightening her mood instantly. She had worked so hard for this.

“Leave it to humans to let a demon into their city just because of charisma.” Her friend’s smile and joking demeanor was quick to fade. “Still... I wish they hadn’t. No good can come from them bringing him here. Should have left him in the Demon Realm and let the demons take care of their own.”

Nerobasta gave her an admonishing look. “We don’t know the state the Underworld is in. It could be a disaster down there. Who’s to say they’ll even notice one missing child?” Asteraoth noticably cringed. No doubt the calls of frightened children were something she had experienced all too often, with all the time she spent down in Britannia fixing the horrid violence that was running rampant at the moment. Why Elizabeth had inspired her to stay on this course, Nerobasta couldn’t understand. She would never part with her squadron - never go out here alone.

“I assure you,” Nerobasta said more gently, “Ludociel did the noble thing by taking him in like this. From here on out, I’m sure, he won’t let anything terrible happen because of it.”

“H-here’s hoping.” Asteraoth looked over at the demon. “Can we at least get him to understand that food is for him?”

“He’ll come to the conclusion on his own.” She put a hand over the one on her shoulder. Instead of backing away or letting go, Asteraoth pulled her into a hug, letting go only to drag her over to the sofa by the window. “Okay. I guess it’s for the best. I mean, I have so much to tell you. You know that prince from that castle over yonder? Oh my stars, why are you making that FACE?”

“This is... like the tenth time you’ve mentioned him. It’s been almost a year since you helped end the war between those two kingdoms and officially finished that mission. I just... I don’t understand why you keep inserting yourself into his life.”

“Nerobasta. I told you. We had a deep connection.”

“He’s a human. Asteraoth, you are hundreds of years older than him. And you will continue to live, thouands of years after he dies. And all the time you’ve spent languishing in that human kingdom will just be forgotten. So I don’t... I don’t understand why you’re doing this to yourself. And I’m worried.”

“Worried?” A flash of emotion like dark thunder crossed her face. ”I’m worried! I can die, too, Nerobasta!”

“What are you talking about?”

As quickly as it came, the fire left her eyes. She sighed. “Things are... fleeting to humans. And, generally, they live and die subject to all sorts of abstract powers that make their lives hell. Still... they give it their all. Even if they don’t have a purpose... living for no greater goal... even if they’re wandering aimlessly through life... they live and they live so... with so much emotion. Being down there with them... it’s taught me a lot. Not just about politics and science and all their little inventions, but, about emotions too.”

“Well, I’m glad, since you seem glad about it,” Nerobasta replied, shock still coursing through her veins. Asteraoth stared at her. Finally, she spoke again, “... Heavens, Asteraoth, I don’t know what else to say.”

They were sitting side-by side, but her friend seemed farther away somehow. “Will you... forget me when I’m gone? Consider me a waste of time?”

“Of course not!” The words sprang from her lips automatically. She swallowed, something bitter and mysterious building up deep inside her. She tried to put as much love into her next words as possible. Asteraoth was her closest friend since childhood. Clinging to her for as long as she could remember. That lonely girl with empty eyes who sat on marble steps and claimed to think of nothing at all as she stared out into the sky, now a woman, who thought about silly things like this. Who said just the damndest things. “How could I? I could never...” her mouth dry as paste, she continued, “Asteraoth, I know I... think the things you say about humans are strange, but, I don’t think a bond like ours could just... be forgotten. What I thought I was - what I was saying is that,” she couldn’t find the words to describe the difference between them and humans, so she settled with, “...you could get really, really hurt if you’re not careful. So be careful, alright?” Don’t forget what you are.

“Right. I’m careful. I don’t intend to succumb to the horrors of war and grief anytime soon.” She took a moment to consider her next words. “You... you don’t make light of things like connection...and life... just because it’s different, right? Just because they’re so different?”

“No. What kind of a goddess would I be if I discriminated like that?” Nerobasta puncuated the remark with a warm smile.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

The demon lounging in the corner of the bed suppressed a laugh.

[hazuxia]

OFF WITH HIS HEAD 📣📣📣📣📣📣📣

He knows something's wrong when his son doesn't come home.

Meliodas can feel it in his bones, tingling underneath his skin as his demon blood hums with his unfiltered anxiety. He itches to move, to fight, to distract himself even though it feels like the walls are closing in.

Tristan had left for Benwick a week prior, to visit Lancelot and attempt to find a way to lift him up despite Percival's death, to attempt to bring him back into the fold.

He left with his Platoon, Isolde and Chion, and Meliodas trusted them of course. But, his son was powerful just by himself, so he was at least a little reassured in that aspect. Meliodas never thought Arthur would attack again, not now, not when he'd succeeded in ridding of the prophecy.

Isolde is limping, holding up a barely awake Chion, and all of his fears suddenly come true.

They were attacked by Arthur's knights.

Tristan tried to buy them time to get out of there.

Tristan didn't come home.

His son had been /taken from him/.

Meliodas is ruined.

_

He enters the meeting hall, opening the doors himself and feels as though he's working on autopilot, like someone has taken over his body and is doing everything for him because--how could he do anything else? How could he? When his worst nightmare has become reality.

Elizabeth, his wife, his beautiful, gorgeous other half, his strong, /true/ soulmate stands at the end of the table whilst other Lords of the realm discuss amongst themselves. They had been for days, inside of these four walls, panicked now that Percival's death was made public. Elizabeth had been attempting to placate them, to reassure them that not all was lost.

But, it was. Everything was lost. His son was gone.

Meliodas doesn't feel the tears on his cheeks, nor does he feel the stare and silence of every knight and lord now that he's entered. He simply limps his way over to his wife who's staring at him with wide, golden eyes, absolutely frozen as she watches her husband and his hunched over form, like he'll fall apart.

Something's wrong. Something's happened.

She goes cold, an unmistakable numbness taking over her, true, /pure/ fear taking ahold of everything she is.

She's never felt such terror before. Not ever.

Something's /wrong/.

Meliodas finally makes his way over to her, exhaling shakily before he reaches up to gently grab her hand and, for a moment, it looked as though he were moving to softly graze her stomach, her womb, before he twitches to grasp her palm and turn the two of them around towards the fireplace behind them, away from the eyes of the lords and knights staring at them as though they're ghosts.

Elizabeth feels her husband shake, /shake/, and she thinks she knows.

"Arthur-" Meliodas' voice is hoarse, as though he had been screaming. "He took our boy, Elizabeth. Our baby."

Her worst nightmare, now a reality.

Elizabeth is ruined.

She rips her hand from his, going completely cold, cold as corpse, and takes a step away from him, skin going paler than that of a ghost.

She moves to take another step, and nearly falls over, her foot shaking.

Elizabeth /trembles/, fear overriding her, terror and horror making a home inside of her insides, replacing her blood for dread, and her bones for panic. Her heart beats loudly in her ears, resounding throughout her skull as she moves away from him, trying and nearly failing to hold herself upright.

Her hands reach up to grasp at her stomach, where she once created life from, where she once held her son away from the whole world, where her son couldn't be taken from her.

She bows her head and shakes uncontrollably, all noise turning muffled as grief immediately takes over her, fills her senses and she /sobs/.

/No, no, no/, her mind begs. /Please, let this be a nightmare. Please/.

Her son, her boy, her baby. Gone. Gone. Gone.

/"What's happened?"/

/"Is the Queen alright?"/

/"Your Grace, are you-?"/

Her son, her boy, her baby. Taken. Taken. Taken.

What else would this world take? What else would the Gods deem her unworthy of? How much more would she suffer?

Arthur had been her friend, her ally, but he had lost his way.

She had been prepared to save him, to help guide him back on the right path because-it wasn't his fault. It wasn't him anymore, it was Chaos inside of him, controlling him, making him do things he wouldn't ever normally do.

She was prepared to forgive him.

But there was no forgiveness any longer.

Elizabeth had none left to give.

Suddenly, she lifts her head back up and stands upright, very suddenly calm as she exhales once, twice, three times, through her parted lips.

It was as if all sorrow and grief had been burnt away, burnt away by the boiling, ever so careful /rage/ consuming her, taking over all she was and all she'd ever be.

She can feel the tears drying on her cheeks as she turns around, facing her husband and the rest of the room.

Meliodas stares at her as though he's never seen her before.

The lords and knights all rear back at the sight of her.

"His head," She heaves as her skin boils alive. Her stomach is an empty vessel now, barren and cold. "Bring me Arthur Pendragon's /head/."

She wasn't a defenseless little princess, she hadn't been for a long time, but for the first time since facing off against the Demon King, does she truly feel as though her rage could transform her into something vicious.

Meliodas' eyes are shining still, filled with tears, but they're empty, nearly lifeless, and they are the same in their shared grief. But, hers burns brighter than the light of a thousand suns, and his is an empty cavern filled with nothingness.

The grief and rage of losing a child could burn down the world. Either the Kingdom of Britannia or Kingdom of Camelot could be allowed to prosper, but not both.

Arthur Pendragon would reap what he's now so viciously sown, would pay for everything he had taken from her.

After all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

[cordycepspog]

Love love LOVE the focus on Joel’s boots during his rampage in the hospital. Because it’s not in a fit of rage, or desperation. Joel’s face is blank. He’s not thinking about consequences of his actions. He’s thinking “you took away my daughter and now I’m getting her back.” It’s a skill he picked up from Tess. He knows what’s coming. There’s no need to get emotional about it. It’s the simplest thing in the world to him: “You don’t get to take her away from me. Not again.” Hell, he doesn’t even look at the doctor when he shoots him! He’s looking right at Ellie, his entire focus and purpose laying in front of him! Mans is straight up on autopilot!

Joel is a unstoppable force in his grief. And Ellie is the immovable object that keeps him from walking straight over the ledge.

[otakusparkle]

Identity V x Facemoji

[andi-o-geyser]

all my favourite characters are just people i see who make me go "damn you sure do clean up well but I'd much rather see you grinning with blood between your teeth"

[crowlixcx]

Broadchurch | S1EP2 | Alec Hardy’s Wettest Moments (Part 9)

[npcdragonboi]

Spring at the Manor

An illustration I done for the Illustration contest in idv discord.

[elliespuns]

Jackson Ellie looks like she smells really good.

[turniplvr]

loser ellie next?

[librathefangirl]

Febuwhump 2024: Day 17 - Hostage Situation

Bonus:

[shellshooked]

Did somebody say hunter in his joel miller era

[jessepinkmvn]

— “Crush”, by Richard Siken

[pinayelf]

I'm so glad I got spoiled for the davrin/lace choice bc thinking abt it I would've picked davrin and I would've lost my entire mind 💀

[that-homoerotic-blouse]

Here The Last of Us reminding me just how much I love to see dirty women, covered-in-filth women, women dressed like motherfucking lumberjacks, women in comfortable worn-out clothes, women without makeup, women with common faces and bodily imperfections, women with blood on their faces, slaying, maiming, killing, etc

[jtownraindancer]

Now what is a pretty little high-born girl like you doing out here in the deep dark woods, eh?