#c: ellie

[lcstinthewoods]

@childrenofslumber said: If you want me to touch you, all you have to do is ask. It would be my pleasure -  and yours. - ollie for ellie

ASK MEME || ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

"Who said I want you to touch me?" Eleanor asks coyly, peering up at the male with a tilted head and feigned innocence from where she sat on the couch, leaning back against her palms. Truth was, she absolutely did want him to touch her, her body was practically buzzing with want for it, but she wasn't about to give in so easily.

[selinaaster]

location: summer court, adriata. day suite. time: day. with: @sparkledcrowns , ellie.

THIS time, not even the fun loving, vivacious, mystery writer of Day court could see the amusement in the situation, nor could she see any excitement in this. They've changed courts again - which wasn't all that bad - but they also had a beast flying over thread heads & it wasn't the Dusk dragons. It was something else entirely & she didn't even want to know what it was - or why had it followed them to Adriata.

she was just... not having the most amusing time right now.

Spotting her cousin Ellie sitting in the common room of the Day suite, Selina had approached her & sat beside her, fixing a dark, a bit apprehensive stare ( but not scared, no, Selina was never afraid ).

"Summer court, huh. On the plus side, it's no longer mindnumblingly cold, but on the minus side - a lot of minus sides, actually - I don't know how we're all going to survive this. The switch of courts, the beast... Wow. Not even my overworking imagination could conceive something like this. " granted, her imagination had been conceiving mortal smut mostly, but still.

"How are you holding up with all of this suddenly being thrown at us?"

[shigironkii]

(Hopefully not too suggestive tbh, if it is I’ll delete and keep on twitter)

🔞minors do not interact

[danicoro]

and with that i think we r now running chronologically lol

[redratt]

wip of a little thing for my gf's sleazebag dyke baron, Ellie she and jack have two childer and one ghouled ktiten who can deal you aggravated damage :)

[jaehaerysiitargaryen]

| @ellievswann | | setting :: jaehaerys meets with ellie swann to discuss her alliances

“I am overwhelmed with grief at the death of your husband.”

The King’s tone didn’t register grief, he would fairy say he didn’t give it his all when speaking to her. Most people would find farce in an emotional display from the King and the man didn’t have the time to put out these displays. It was better to speak with people directly, thoroughly. Acknowledge their losses and offer some condolences where some were meant to be found.

“He was a great sailor; a fighter of outstanding caliber and men were honored to fight alongside him.”

The King ran over things in his head, circled through the many thoughts bouncing around in his head. He offered his condolences along with an offer of compliment. It was over. They weren’t meeting on even footing. She no longer held ties to his family, though, he wanted the Velaryons close to him. Close to court. He wanted to be able to watch them. Jaehaerys didn’t necessarily wish them ill, he didn’t fully mistrust them. They remained family and they made their choice, a choice that once benefitted them and now those days were over. He was the new choice, the new king, the rightful King.

“Where do you stand? Your brother is Hand of the King and I would say your best choice to stand with me, the best choice is to stand alongside us. You were once kin by law and through the approval of the Gods. I want you to stay here, at court, with us. You may come and go when your brother travels for it is unwise for women to travel alone. And while you are here you will be treated as the Lady you are as long as you conduct yourself like a lady who lives for and through the Gods. Mourning, widowhood will be difficult. During my time in the Starry I witnessed many widows who grieved the men called home by the Mother.”

“Will you stay?”

[kenziewashington]

I will take your suggestions and apply them. Hopefully it works out for me.

Okay yeah so definitely cook them separate to your pasta and put them in afterwards. At least try that first, that's plan A for sure.

[fightfil]

Mood Prompt #1

Mood: Gothic

Location: Trampoline Park

You can follow along by writing the characters from your WIP and trying to emulate the given mood while using the location as your setting. You can twist it a little so that the flavor of the location works with your characters, but that's really all there is to it.

"Just trust me, Holi! Close your eyes!"

Hand in warm hand, she followed behind, the air from beyond the door thick and sticky as it rushed from the portal she could no longer see. Music thrummed from all around as they stepped in, a song that she couldn't place, no matter how certain she was that she'd heard it before.

"Keep them closed." Ellie's whisper was inches from her ear, a hand at her back, reassuring in its presence, guiding her along the way. Then it was gone so completely she doubted it'd ever been there. Momentum arrested so abruptly she lurched over her stumbling feet.

The sour stench of spilled beer began to float over from the right, where a few voices overlapped in boisterous unintelligibility. Cutting through it was a note of char, of spice, and grease. Where was Ellie?

The hand returned, surely it was colder now, and pushed her forward again. "Just a little farther. No peeking."

The step up was an ordeal, hand moving around to show her the ledge. Then the ground gave way beneath her, and she was sinking. It pushed against her, and the giggles filled her ears as the floor dropped away.

She snapped her eyes open, floating, falling.

"Surprise!"

[downthecove]

@nghtdsires asked: M/F 11 Tobias or Alex with Missy or Ellie

MEME: 𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚄𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 STATUS: accepting

for an intent and purposes, this was wrong on so many levels. first he was sleeping right next to ellie's mother, the woman he was marrying the next morning. she promised to sleep in so he can sneak away before the wedding to go get ready, but this was a whole new level of sneaking. "shh, baby girl." he placed a hand on ellie's waist and then wrapped his other arm around her hips. once alex was sure his hold on her was strong, he planted his feet firmly on the bed and started to thrust his hips upward. he kissed the side of her arm, even biting down on it to muffle his moans. the older man could feel his shaft throb as it went in and out of her tight core, filling her up. he started to pick up the pace, heavy sac bouncing as he jammed his cock into her. "that's my good girl."

[lcstinthewoods]

based on: h.aunting a.deline. your muse has been stalking ellie over time. whether they're strangers to each other or someone ellie knows, your muse has finally revealed themselves.

after many long hours spent at the rink, eleanor finally pulled up the long driveway of her home, the night quiet and late. she'd been spending more and more time at the rink as of late, feeling an odd sense of unease in her new home that she'd inherited from her grandmother, far from the city. the house itself was beautiful and large, and she'd never felt weird all the other times she visited, but lately she always got the prickling sensation of being watched, now that the house was hers. she was just stepping out of her car, bag slung over her shoulder when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand.

just as she had turned her head to look over her shoulder, a force knocked into her. "stop! what the fuck!" ellie shouts in alarm as she was suddenly grabbed from behind, her body immediately beginning to thrash until she felt the cold bite of a knife against her throat, which immediately made her still fear. "please, stop." she pleaded. "I'll give you money, or whatever you want. please."

[alecflynn]

Alec pouted at the call out, though he had to work to keep his lips from upturning in his amusement. He appreciated Ellie's straightforwardness. Coy could be fun, but he enjoyed a ball buster, enjoyed the banter and the way he had to work for the things that often other people handed out for free.

"Well you know what they say about people who think," he said, shrugging up one shoulder and tossing his own drink back just like she had. It was nice being on this side of the bar, he had to admit. Better still when it was him getting the free drinks.

He had no follow up to his words, though, so he left them to hang in the air, much more interested in leaning into praise. "There's a lot you don't know about me," he quipped, the words almost sounding like a challenge he was fairly sure she had no interest in rising to. But hey, you missed one hundred percent of the chances you didn't take (over and over and over). Her question drew a snort from him. He was positive he had done just that in some form or another, but he didn't exactly collect memories like keepsakes. "No," he sang, stringing his words into a fun little tune, "never. Not even once. Why? Do you think it'd work?"

Ellie’s mostly here for warmth. It costs less to be here (read: it’s free) than it does to be seated in the heated private igloos serving Bellissimo food, and the rides to Ammil House are so backed up it’s almost not worth the sight of the horses themselves, all dressed up and trotting about happily. (Almost, she said. They’re still cute as fuck.)

Either way, she’d found herself ducking inside this large, heated spectacle, listening to act after act of local musician giving it their all on stage, interested only moderately in what they’re singing and/or screaming, but absolutely applauding like she’s enjoyed every act equally, because she’s nothing if not a loud supporter of the arts. Also, she’s pretty sure a couple of her students have been up there. She’ll have to ask them on Monday.

She’s shooting a text to Moses, letting him know where she’s ended up, when the person who’d slid next to her in the bar only a minute prior is offering her a drink. She looks up and meets Alec’s gaze, unable to stop herself from grinning — Alec’s fun. He bartends at Tarzan’s, gives her free drinks more often than not, and has helped her stalk — ah, legally follow — some of the shadier clientele at that club when he can. Overall, not useless, which, to Ellie, is perhaps the worst thing a person can be.

(She recalls an HR meeting back at the Post discussing her repeated line of questioning to certain interns — something along the lines of ‘honestly, what good are you?’ every time they couldn’t complete a simple task.)

“I think you paid no money for this,” she replies, taking the drink from his hand anyway. “I think there’s more bad karma in lying than there is in turning down a drink.” She downs it in one go, eager to chase the extra warmth it might offer.

When she’s done, she makes a face, setting the glass back down on the bar before meeting Alec’s gaze again. “I didn’t know you could sing like that,” she says to him over the sound of the next set. She hasn’t looked over toward the stage to make sure, but thinks it might be the live slaughtering of a chicken, if the notes they’re not hitting are anything to go by. She gestures toward Alec, aimlessly. “You ever break out into song while hitting on someone?”

[charlietheepicwriter7]

guys, I had a weird idea.

So, Danny and Damian are twins au, right? They used to be identical as children. I say used to, because when Talia smuggled her son out of the League (Ra's was planning a fight to the death, the douche), she got him excessive cosmetic surgery, changing his entire face and lightening his skin closer. (The League has sci-fi technology, just role with it).

Danny ends up living with one of Talia's off-the-books scientists, so she can keep an eye on him, growing up to look different than Damian. Danny finds himself wishing that he still looked like his brother, but there's nothing he can do to change it. Which is all well and good until the portal accident and Danny discovers that his wish to look like his brother again worked, and now Danny and Phantom are physically different, with Phantom looking like Damian with flowy white hair.

A few years pass with no one knowing Danny=Phantom until Dani crashlands, melting and needing help. Danny saves her and she's de-aged to a toddler age, but the Fentons 100% saw him help Dani and maybe see her transform, so they want to experiment on her. Danny bolts with Dani and heads to Gotham, which has enough ambient ecto to keep Dani stable.

(Meanwhile, Talia figures out what really happened to make Danny run and absolutely nukes the Fentons and maybe the GiW. That's her son and granddaughter, you fools.)

Despite Danny trying to go under the radar, but at some point the bats discover Phantom and Dani, maybe Dani escaped in ghost form? she is a toddler after all. Damian immediately recognizes Phantom as his brother, they get confirmation that the two are ghosts. Dani calls Danny daddy and everyone is sad.

And while the bats are trying to figure out a way to approach Phantom, they stumble across Danny and Dani, the later alive and calling this completely different man daddy. The bats put alive Dani and dead Dani together and get human/ghost hybrid, but Danny looks different enough from Phantom that they conclude the two aren't the same.

Which leads to Damian thinking that Danny is some random man who had a child with his dead ghost brother.

[shigironkii]

Their vibes for real.

[danicoro]

I don't know how to post shit at a normal human hour, so anyway have this.

[lcstinthewoods]

"No, this I didn't miss." The answer was an instant one, one that she didn't even have to stop and ponder. She didn't miss the intense worry that would course through her and leave her anxious and unable to sit still, nor did she miss having to patch him up. Walking to her fridge, she pulled an ice pack that had stayed in her freezer for this exact reason, and reluctantly padded back over to him, holding out the ice pack with her arm outstretched to keep some distance between them. "Here."

He sighed in relief when she let him in, because he didn't quite know where he would go if she didn't. I mean, he could always go back to his own dorm… But he didn't want to. ❝Thanks❞ he said as he stepped inside, his blue eyes scanning the details he hadn't seen in a while. ❝Feeling nostalgic already? Me with my beaten-up face asking for your help. It used to happen a lot❞ he said in a low voice, as if it was a secret.

[oldschoolfrp]

On patrol -- "Rim of Space" by K C Ellis, cover for The Space Gamer 63, May/June 1983