#c: eliza

[tasteslikegold]

closed starter for @hzelnight​ from here trope - we’re planning the most important christmas party of our lives

“I just don’t know how we’re going to get it done on time.” Eliza was fretting. She tendede to fret as deadlines closed in but this time was different. The fate of the town depended on the success of this party. “It’s only 5 days until Christmas Eve and now we have no tree. How can you have a Christmas party with no tree?” She let the question linger for a beat of silence. “You can’t! That’s how.”

[angusbyrne]

As Eliza spoke, Angus' eyes wandered. To the potted plants around them, the moonlight splintered by the lines where windowpane-met-windowpane, and the small table where Uncle Richard rested his mug in the morning. They landed on his own thumb, for a moment, as it dragged itself back and forth against the lacquered reeds that made up the chair. The picture Eliza painted held a warm glow. Something pinched beneath his sternum. Safe, she said. It was nice. He was happy that she could conjure up such a pleasant memory.

"That was the kind of person he was," Angus agreed, then paused. "That's a really nice memory, Eliza." He'd been too angry, too stubborn, and far too old for bedtime or, in Eliza's case, birthday morning stories from Uncle Richard. But he'd been on the receiving end of other bouts of kindness. Angus knew Uncle Richard's kindness very well. The corner of his mouth twitched downward. He'd also miss it a great deal. He pressed his lips together, then offered her tight-lipped smile. "But you do know that you've now equipped me with what sounds like a surefire way to get you out of bed this week," he warned her, curling his fingers to tap his nails against the arm of the chair twice.

"There will be no sleeping in now," Angus continued, hoping this was what she needed. That any of this brought her some kind of comfort. Most of it didn't come naturally to him, but he could pretend it did. He could shoot until something stuck. He could shield her, shield any of them, from the bad stuff by any means. It just took a little practice sometimes. Camouflaged in soft, kind words and gentle teasing. He could try that. "Just my droning the words of C.S. Lewis outside your door."

she picked at the wicker chair, looking down intently. weirdly enough, good memories where exactly what she had been trying not to think about the past few days, even if they kept creeping back in. that was probably a good sign, proof that out of everything in this house the love was still the thing that lingered the most, but right now that was just painful. why remind yourself constantly of something you can't have anymore? there was a reason why eliza solely let herself think about her birth mother, the what ifs of her life.

still, angus had a way of being (annoyingly) right about things, and if he wanted a memory than she could muster one up. "well..." the word hangs around the air for a couple of seconds while eliza looks around, trying to reach for the fragile, crystalline past delicately. "i was never a morning person." something everyone in woodrow knew. "but there was this day, my tenth birthday, and i was so excited i couldn't close my eyes. so i got out of bed before everyone, and i came here, sat in the couch and waited, because i knew this was where richard ate his breakfast. and i waited and waited and then eventually must have dozed off, because when i woke up richard was next to me, and he was reading the boy and his horse aloud, which i loved but he hated." she took a deep breath, trying to will the tears back inside. "and i guess that's the kind of person he was, but it also made me feel so... safe." loved. the kind of feeling you instinctively know and seek as a little kid, only to grow out of it but keep searching you whole life.

[futurelabs]

oh they're gonna know...

[ducktracy]

will Cow and Chicken be Eliza's top cartoon of July 2024? cast your ballots now

[grymghoul]

"Are you there? Are you coming home? Hello? Is anyone home? ..."

I took a photo of a doe and her fawn, thought I'd doodle them.

Remind you of anybody?

Photo:

[rian-bax]

Isn't the food just delicious? and the different new cocktails they decided to make? As a bartender, I am genuinely surprised as how flavorful and strong they are. I could totally, but I'm not sure if they'd even have it in their repertoire. I could go check though. I wish I went down that road. You look beautiful. I love the powersuit idea.

I've hit the dance floor a few times but I've definitely been more about the open bar and food at this party. Which can't really blame anyone who is I've never seen a spread this impressive. Who knows maybe they can make Lizzo happen if you bribe them with some cash...? See as much as I love all the dresses I'm so glad I went with the sparkly jumpsuit.

[mothwithapencil]

My girlfriend is getting into fighting game characters because of smash and by proxy so am I. We watched the street fighter iv movie the other night. Ken and Ryu have some really insane soul wrenching brokeback mountain love happening. Eliza had an awakening upon meeting a woman that notices her existence. Congrats on the divorce you guys

[carterashsart]

my builder, Eliza.

[transthadymacdermot]

Eliza interacts with the tenantry. based on this

[anikabooker]

Glances — eyes met her roommate across the room, and then Eric (drunk off his face already) and then the ones who had decided to take off their masks and lose the magic that has been offered, any logical reasoning behind that completely lost on her. Idiotic, if you asked her. But she kept an eye on the crowd of familiar, and unfamiliar faces — observing the way they mingled with each other.

Some pairs more strange than others. Anika made a mental note to be nosy later. After that drink, perhaps.

She'd mostly nursed that one flute of expensive wine — small sips every once and a while. A pace, that she wasn't used to. The taste — another thing she wasn't used to. Last drops on the bottom called for a refill. Last one, for the night. She couldn't risk getting distracted.

Elbows firmly placed on the bar surface, and her chin resting on her knuckles, Anika took note of that single cocktail coming the blonde's way, "Does that even have any alcohol in it?" cocktails always looked sad to her — a silly excuse for a drink, decorated nicely like that was gonna make up for the fact that they robbed you blind for ice and juice.

Masquerade Open || Capping at 4

She’s not entirely sure why she thought they should come here, but the thought of being normal for a night. A chance to get lost in one anothers company outside the walls of their home. A way to amuse themselves. Hugging at Dorian’s arm as they walked into the grand venue, eyes glancing around at the disgusting displays of wealth. For a moment it felt like home. But no, there was a distinct lack of screams, of animosity, of expectation.

She glances up to her brother almost at the same time he looks to her, a silent conversation passing between the two. They’d be separating with a promise to return. They aren’t sure where, but they know they’ll easily find one another. Giving his arm a squeeze, she loosens her hold before disappearing into the crowd, swallowed by the other guests mingling about.

She heads for the bar, something to take off the nerves, something to make this evening go by smoothly. She just has to find it first, spotting others coming away from it she heads that way and orders a cocktail fingers tapping against the bar top, the now constant buzzing in her chest vibrating with her nerves.

[hamilton---admin]

The Schuyler Sisters - Requested by @enbydykeism and Anonymous

This was the hardest one yet for me, but it's probably my favourite so far! Hope you like it! :)

[bettslovesromance]

[little-mouse-gardens]

Tysm for the tag @creatrackers !

I'm going to be doing seven snippets from my wip Bluebottle manor (undertale + undertale aus fic)

tagging : @minutiaewriter, @authoralexharvey, @angelasscribbles, @angelswing236, @anechomirrored and anyone else who wants to participate.

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"you come and sit on the roof often?" sans asked, plopping himself down onto the other bean bag.

"yeah, usually every few nights or so" Eliza replied looking up from her sketchbook "I mostly come up here when my brain doesn't want to power down or i feel another migraine coming on. the view of the woods from up here helps me relax a little "

sans could understand that a bit too well. he used to do that alot back in the underground.

whenever his brother was asleep, he would go up on the roof of their home to look up at the crystals shining on the ceiling of the underground as if they were real stars.

though seeing the beautiful night sky from up here made the undergrounds crystals seem like lighting bugs in comparison.

2. "PASTA IS BETTER!"

"TACOS ARE CLEARLY BETTER!"

"FOR BREAKFAST?! YOU CAN'T MAKE TACOS FOR BREAKFAST!"

"YES, YOU CAN! THERE ARE SO MANY RECIPES ABOUT IT!"

"How long have they been going at it?" Sabrina asked, popping another mini muffin into her mouth.

"i think it's been twenty minutes now? maybe 25? i honestly have no clue" Venus yawned, adjusting his glasses.

"shouldn't one of us step in?"

Venus shrugged, "probably. but I'm i honestly too tired to get into a lose-lose situation. "

3. "Looking good dollface~"

Ashley nearly dropped the martini glass she was cleaning when she heard that all too familiar voice in her ears.

whipping her head around to find a familiar set of red eyes-lights staring back at her with a fanged smile.

"Red!?" she gasped, "what the hell are you doing here!?"

"Daisy gave me the name of the bar you work" he said with a hint of awkwardness in his tone. handing over the miniature pusheen patterned tote bag weighed down by the broccoli stir fry and mini fruit pies she had packed for her dinner.

"i saw ya forgot your dinner so i came here to find ya and give it back to ya" red said, a small bit of red appearing across his cheekbones.

4. "HUMAN!"

marley flinched at loudness of his voice.

"INSOLENT HUMAN ARE YOU AWAKE!?"

" Edge...," they groaned, "may i ask why you are calling me at three am screeching at me? we live in the same house you could have just knocked on my bedroom do-"

"THAT DOESN'T MATTER. ARE YOU STILL TAKING ME TO THAT FESTIVAL OR NOT?"

marley blinked a couple times.

processing what he just said to them before letting out a frustrated sigh.

".....edge....i said three pm, not three am....."

5.

"Hey daisy?" Venus asked, "may i ask you a question."

"Sure, what it is it?"

"Why on earth are we letting blueberry, papyrus and edge cook dinner? let alone be in the same kitchen together?"

"Well..." daisy said, pausing to contemplate the best way of explaining her reasoning behind this plan.

this wasn't the greatest idea, to be honest.

every time those three were in the kitchen they made a ridiculous mess, and half their kitchenware would get chipped or broken due to their squabbling.

plus, and this is the best way she could put it, they were still getting the hang of cooking.

non-edible glitter tacos, lasagna with shards of glass baked in, and raw spaghetti with sprinkles were quite common dishes for each of them, according to their each of their own brothers.

Seven Snippets Seven People Tag

tysm for tagging me @talesofsorrowandofruin !

Rules: post seven snippets from a WIP and then tag seven people

I chose to share some snippets from Creatrackers! I’ve been editing the first draft so it feels right :)

Willa’s POV:

The speakers in the van sing songs of different genres. Some are what people now call indie-pop, other songs feel like camping in the mountains, a few acoustics, and a soft rock song every now and then. All of which I really quite enjoy. I’m so caught up in the moment that I almost answer honestly when Jo asks me, “You planning on going to university?” I had gone. So long ago it feels like a dream… To a college in Germany, the oldest one still standing in fact, in 1900 when they finally became coeducational. I studied medicine and am a certified nurse.

We’re driving slowly down a small paved road, one that likely could not fit another vehicle. To my right are endless fields with houses every so often, their windows illuminated making them pop in the dark. On our right stand thousands of trees. Trees, and trees and bushes and trees. I assume they’re all part of our final destination.

We trek, cutting through the dark with the blade of our lights, humming tunes I don’t recognize but eventually pick up, stopping to take photos of cool trees and the moon and a giant toad we find by a tiny stream who was singing to the night sky, we laugh and tell stories until, CRACK! What was that? “What the fuck was that?” Holly echoes my thoughts, a little more vulgar than I was. “Huddle in close.”

I spot the head of something. It’s skipping along, barefoot and camouflaging with the trees. Big ears, an almost human face and body, but the skin is textured like the trunk of a tree. The right colour, too. It’s smiling and it’s round green eyes sparkle like a gemstone. Like an emerald. It stops, surprised by us and our lights, and tilts it’s head. Then, it disappears. Like the lifting of fog, it just fades away.

I wonder, would anyone rather stay a human if given the choice?

I hum along to the song that is playing so softly that I bet only Adrian and I are able to hear it. Not Nineteen Forever by The Courteeners. A song that Kelvin added to our playlist some time ago. You're not nineteen forever, pull yourselves together. I know it seems strange but things they change

“Yeah, it really is no issue…” he trails off, indicating he has more to say but doesn’t quite want to. I smile and nod slowly, giving him a chance to try. “Um… Do you? Uh, can I have your phone number? Or your snap or something. So I can message you what I want for supper, if I think of anything. I’m Jewish so I only eat kosher. And I have… I haven’t any allergies. But I will send some of my favourite meals, if that’s okay. Doesn’t have to be fancy, of course”

And I’ll be tagging @my-cursed-prince @minutiaewriter @vanessaroades-author @comicgoblinart @little-mouse-gardens @toribookworm22 and anyone else who wants to join in :)

[alltimefail-sims]

Had to drop everything I was doing and put some respect on their name 🙌

[substantial-gains]

Surely those she drags along are paid well in some form?

"...No?"

Isn't her company enough? If they want to get a milkshake on her dime afterwards, then maybe, but she can carry her own things if they weren't just being friendly to be friendly...

The last thing she wants to do is unknowingly take advantage of another person's kindness after all-

[jamiemarsters]

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