#eleanor lore

[eleanordol]

💛— warnings. Horrors Beyond Human Comprehension

💛— synopsis. Whitney has enough Insight to see the Truth of the Town.

💛— word count. 1600

"Was that a person with fucking cat ears???" Whitney stopped dead in his tracks. Something had darted across the street and into the alley; something weirdly human-looking and not at the same time.

"Mate, it was a cat," a short girl laughed. "You been watching too much anime with your girlfriend?"

He furrowed his brow. "She doesn't watch that shit." Defending Eleanor got a few of his friends rolling their eyes.

"I swear to fuck I just saw a naked cat person run across the street."

"It was a normal cat," a boy in a shearling coat joined the conversation. "You okay man?"

"Did you eat one of those edibles at Corey's house?" Another boy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Or the gummies?" chimed in another.

"I'm fine and no I didn't." Frustration built in his voice. "I'm gonna go find it and you guys are gonna look fuckin' stupid." He abruptly turned on his heel and flipped his friends off, walking backwards across the street toward the alley. The group exchanged confused looks before eventually walking away, leaving their wayward leader to his own devices.

The entry to the alley was cramped. Whitney had to turn sideways between the buildings to eventually emerge into a large open space. The area was filled with typical back-alley detritus - a broken ladder that once led to the roof, dumpsters in various states of fullness, overflowing trash cans, and scattered cardboard boxes. He pulled out his phone, initially just for the flashlight, but when Eleanor's smiling face lit up his lock screen, he sighed and opened their messages, quickly typing away.

Whitney: Hey slut

Eleanor: hey baby <3

Whitney: Can you meet me behind the fuckin uh

He paused, looking around, trying to remember which buildings he was between

Whitney: fuck it I'll turn location on, meet me here

Eleanor: :o what's going on?

Whitney: I saw something fucked up and we’re gonna find it

The screech of Eleanor's bike was followed by her soft footsteps squeezing through the alley entrance. Whitney turned, his phone light catching her worried expression.

"Baby, we should go," she said, reaching for his hand. "Whatever you think you saw-"

A wet, hissing noise from behind one of the dumpsters cut her off. Before Eleanor could stop him, Whitney swung his phone light toward the sound. The beam caught something that made his stomach lurch.

The misshapen creature, shifting between a normal cat and a deformed cat person hissed.  Reality around it seemed wrong, warped, unfamiliar.  Limbs too long, eyes too big.  Its mouth opened to show rows of needle-like teeth, its ears flat against its head and tail puffed up as its body moved in ways a human body never should be able to.  It hurt Whitney’s eyes to focus on it too long, reality would melt the longer he watched the creature poise itself.

"Eleanor?" Whitney's voice was barely a whisper. "What the fuck is that?"

Eleanor stepped forward, and Whitney watched in stunned silence as she... changed. Two small, black curved horns materialized atop her head, and a thin black tail with a heart-shaped spade at the tip emerged, swishing nervously.

"Get the fuck out of here." The command was simple but held enough power that the thing scrambled away, disappearing into the shadows with that horrible hissing sound fading into the night.

Whitney stumbled backward until his back hit the brick wall, his breath coming in short gasps. The world around him had shifted; the alley was the same but different. Everything felt like it had changed in a way he couldn't begin to describe.

"What the fuck?" His voice cracked. "What the FUCK?"

She turned to face him, those familiar golden eyes staying the same despite the changes. Her tail curled tightly around her leg. "I can- I can explain-"

"How long?" he demanded, his hands shaking. "How fucking long have you been... whatever you are?"

"Always," she whispered. "I was born like this. Half-demon. I don't even really know what that means most of the time. Bailey said-"

"Stop." Whitney ran his hands through his hair, tugging hard enough to hurt. "Just... fuck. FUCK." He slammed his fist against the wall behind him, making Eleanor flinch.

"Whitney, please," her voice was small, scared. "I'm still me."

He looked at her; really looked at her. Past the horns and the tail, she was still wearing his hoodie. Still had various light scars on her body from the time she was sold and almost died. Still bit her lip when she was nervous, just like now.

"Fuck," he said again, but softer this time. He pushed off from the wall and crossed to her in two quick strides, pulling her roughly into his arms. She made a surprised sound as he buried his face in her black hair, careful of her horns.

"I'm fucking terrified," he admitted against her head. "And pissed. So fucking pissed that you didn't tell me. But you're still my slut."

Her tail slowly unwound from her leg, tentatively wrapping around his wrist instead. "I don't know much about what I am," she whispered. "I've been figuring it out alone."

"Is the town just like this?" he asked firmly, though his heart was still racing. "Why can I see shit now?"

Tears welled in the corner of her eyes. "Once you see you can’t unsee, I didn’t want you to ever have to see this shit Whitney."

The world around them was still wrong; too sharp, too alive; but Eleanor in his arms felt exactly right. Even if she now came with some extra features he'd have to get used to.

"This is so fucked up," he added, "we're having a long fucking talk and you’re gonna tell me fucking everything you know."

Her tail tightened slightly around his wrist. "Okay."  She paused for a moment, burying her face into his chest, “I love you,” she whimpered, revealing that she was now fully crying.

He signed deeply, “I love you too.”  Rarely said but always meant, he knew it was the one thing that would calm her down in this moment.

--

Light pollution had dimmed most of the stars in the night sky, leaving only the brightest and boldest celestial bodies fighting to be seen through the hazy urban veil. Their faint light struggled against the artificial glow that mankind had cast upward, creating a perpetual twilight even in the deepest hours of night.

Whitney sprawled out on the bench, his head tilted back as he brought a cigarette to his lips. Taking a long, contemplative drag, he exhaled steadily, watching the smoke dissipate into the darkness above. His nerves were completely shot after the events that had transpired only an hour or two ago. "So are we, like, in fucking hell or what?" he asked, his voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and incredulity.

"Maybe?" Eleanor replied from her place beside him on the bench. "Or maybe it's just a curse on the town." Her voice carried a hint of uncertainty, as if she herself barely understood their situation.

"This tracks for my shitty life, honestly," Whitney mused, his icy blue eyes scanning the night sky. "So there are animal people, demons, and plant monsters that you know of. The church might be a cult, there's another cult in the forest, and the lake has ghosts in it?"

Eleanor tapped her hands nervously against her thighs, a rhythmic gesture that betrayed her anxiety. "Yup, and the only people who know for sure about everything besides me and you are Robin and Bailey."

"No wonder Robin's such a wimp ass little bitch," Whitney remarked, holding the cigarette out to her. He watched as her shaky hand took it, noting her nervous energy. "Calm down. I told you you're still mine, okay?"

She nodded silently, taking a drag from the offered cigarette.

A contemplative silence settled between them before Whitney spoke again, his tone shifting to something more playful. "Is the succubus thing why your pussy is so bomb?"

Caught completely off guard, Eleanor began to cough, the smoke catching in her lungs. "May... maybe?" she managed to sputter between coughs.

Whitney laughed, running a hand through his fringe. "It's pretty hot. When we go back, I want to check out all the changes."

Eleanor dropped the spent cigarette to the ground, carefully stamping it out with her foot. "I only have horns and a tail, and you can see those already," she protested, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.

"Are you, like, eating my soul?" he asked, his tone suddenly serious.

"What? No!" She frowned, genuinely offended by the suggestion. "I do feel refreshed afterward though. Kind of tingly, like after a few shots, but I'm completely sober."

As if in response to their conversation, a single star streaked across the lonely sky, a brief flash of brilliance in the otherwise uneventful sky.

"You're not just any slut, you're THE slut," he teased, his gaze still fixed on the sparse stars above. His hand found hers in the darkness, their fingers intertwining naturally.

[yppngmtt]

can you pleaseee tell me about eleanor :3 her backstory or her personality or trivia or something....

eleanor is a complex character of mine with some history! she started out as an anthro deer and was "queen of the forest", inspired by a lot of Disney movies i had seen throughout my childhood. she also had an evil twin sister named chrysalis (which i totally did not steal from mlp). i was 9 at the time!

then just a year-ish ago, i remembered my concept of her and basically started from the ground up. she's now a chimera and would fit more into a fighter role, wielding a greatsword. her lore has changed a lot too! it's still something im actively working on (and still needs a name, but ill tag as #eleanor lore for now), but she comes from a fantasy universe with a variety of races, humanoid and beastly

the reason why she's a chimera is tied to a cult she was (unknowingly) apart of from a young age, who praised one of the five gods (seer-soth) to an unnaturally high regard. she was treated as a "chosen one to receive god-like power" and was scarified in the name of this god, which transformed her from elf to chimera in an extremely agonizing process

i haven't really found a smooth way to transition from this to her waking up with amnesia about who she is in a random field near a village. everything else is a heavy wip, except the end of her story where she gets revenge on the cult leader and stabs them to death with a stained glass mural of seer-soth. a fitting end :]

thank u so so much for the oc lore ask!!!! im sorry i didn't get to it right away, i had to take some time 2 think about it because of how disjointed everything is LOL

[doctorsiren]

Today’s textured canvases once again featuring that Legally Mom AU 😁

Miles and Phoenix were never separated, and so they remained best friends through high school and college. They both went to law school, but Phoenix got a BFA and went to law school wanting to defend artistic and creative rights. He also went because he would be bored all day if Miles was still going to school and he wasn’t

Edgeworth actually becomes a lawyer and he works at his mother’s firm

Mia ends up working there instead of at Grossberg’s because it makes more sense that she would work at the firm connected to DL-6 and also uh she would have a woman as her boss lmao (Eleanor ends up becoming like a mother-figure for Mia, and Miles becomes like a younger brother to her)

Since Mia isn’t working at Grossberg’s, she wasn’t involved in the Fawles trial (which was prosecuted by Franziska). Diego was the defense attorney on that one, and he went on a solo mission to investigate Dahlia. He and Mia met and became friends, but Diego kept the Dahlia investigation close to his chest and a secret, partially to protect Mia (since they were friends now and since she was a new attorney and inexperienced). Diego and Mia finally ask each other out one day, and they plan to have a date later that week, but Diego then has to go to a meeting he has…which was with Dahlia…and he got poisoned…and by the time he wakes up, Mia is dead and they never got to go on that first date. He was asleep and unable to protect her, which is why he didn’t tell her about the Dahlia investigation in the first place. He ends up blaming the Edgeworths (Eleanor and Miles) for her death.

Dahlia (Iris) still dates Phoenix since Phoenix and Miles are dummies and have yet to confess their feelings for each other (although Eleanor can tell). Since Mia wasn’t a part of the Dahlia investigation, and since it was handled by a different firm, it didn’t raise any red flags when Phoenix started dating this chick. Phoenix was also in the courthouse library that day because, again, he wanted to go to law school with Miles (subconsciously pulling an Elle Woods).

When the murder of Doug happens, Miles isn’t a lawyer yet since, even though he could have skipped a grade or two, he never did because he didn’t want the increase in social isolation and also didn’t want to get separated from his friends he already had at his grade level. So he’s the same year as Phoenix (senior in college). I think Eleanor would then be the one defending Phoenix (rather than Mia) since she’s also basically a mother to him (he practically lived at the Edgeworth household since his home life wasn’t great, and then he moved in after his mother passed away his senior year of high school. So he’ll call her Mom and such, but he doesn’t refer to Miles as his brother and neither does Eleanor refer to them as brothers since She Knows What They Are [even if they don’t really know yet lmao])

We also figured out that for Turnabout Goodbyes, Eleanor is the one framed for Hammond’s murder since MVK wants to get rid of her as she is still trying to investigate the truth and he can’t have that. Miles has to defend his own mother BUT THEN when Miles starts saying the stuff about how he probably is the one who killed his own father, Eleanor then defends HIM and it’s just…Ough…mother son bonding over murder and death of father 😭😭😭😭

Just some thoughts 😁

[assassin-artist]

cant believe it took seeing the big man himself on the screen for me to finally make old man fanart... conquest vs mercy >:) [WIP]

[purseownervolatile]

This is a KIM convo I was really looking forward to: Eleanor talks about her experience touching the mind of The Indifference.

Incredibly interesting insight to the MitW and Eleanor but I'm not gonna lie, I do not understand her point of view at all lmao. This is literally me and my drifter both:

[lime-ether]

Moma

:D.

Character lore drop?

[maybeits-nana]

「 I call all of my power back to me 」

[lepetitdragonvert]

Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson

by Hodder & Stoughton

London

1911

Artist : Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale

[moony-2001]

With the announcement of two new original stories by Rachel herself, I’ve been oscillating between “let her try cooking again” and “we’ve already seen what she did to the Greek pantheon she should be relegated to lunchables”

[strwbryfeels]

[umbralvalkyr]

Xipe Totec the Flayed One would wear the skin of his enemies [...] And so does your Man in the Wall - Lettie (KIM) combine with how Albrecht came out of that first foray into the void Blind, mute and flayed...plus the fact he even worries he's not actually himself.

idk something to think about

[eleanordol]

💛— warnings. none

💛— synopsis. I have no excuse for this it's just romantic sappy angst bullshit.

💛— word count. 454

: ・ෆ・┈・┈・꒰ིྀ ♡̩͙ ꒱ིྀ ・┈・┈・ෆ・ :

this is part of the Eleanor Lore Series

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two. (you are here!)

random thoughts post

Bruises faded from deep purple to a sickly looking yellow green.  Despite the appearance this meant they were healing.  Her body breaking down the pooled blood, reabsorbing it.

Whitney leaned over Eleanor carefully, mindful of her bruised body as he watched her face in the dim glow of her star covered ceiling. The gunmetal hoops of his snakebites caught what little light there was, drawing her to his lips. His hand came up to cradle her face with unusual gentleness, thumb ghosting over the healed scrapes and cuts on her cheekbone. She tilted her head slightly, golden eyes meeting his blue ones.

"You sure you're okay for this?" he murmured, the cool metal of his piercings barely touching her lips.

Eleanor nodded, closing her eyes and parting her lips slightly in anticipation. Her heart beating loudly in her ears.

Her hands gripped his shirt, knuckles white like if she let go he’d be gone.  Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, a squeak caught in her throat.  She tried holding it back, eventually failing to keep herself together and breaking into a sob.

He started gently, mindful that she was still quite injured despite her mood perking up in the past few days.  She’d been silently begging him for physical touch, but his fear of her evident fragility and tested mortality held him back.  He ran his tongue piercing across her bottom lip. The steel ball glided along until she caught it between her lips, a soft giggle impishly escaped her mouth.  She didn’t tug too hard, certainly not enough to harm the piercing. 

Her playfulness emboldened him, a trace of how she had been before this fucking disaster.  He met her where she was at, kissing her deeply, hungrily.  Leaning into her.

He immediately pulled back, distress evident on his face, frozen in uncertainty.

“I missed you so much,” her voice was scratchy and horse, the first words she had spoken in two weeks.  The joy of this contact overwhelmed her, flooding her brain to the point of tears.

His expression softened, an unusual vulnerability for him.  He placed a kiss on her forehead, lingering there for a moment.  Taking her in, sensations he missed while she was gone, while she was too injured to touch.  He inhaled deeply, his nose wrinkling at the antiseptic smell that covered her usual scent of vanilla and orchids.  Her hair and skin smelled like a hospital.

He lowered himself beside her on the bed, arm looping around her to pull her close, her head settling on his chest while he rubbed her back.  She was safe now; she felt safe.

"You’re tough as fuck," he murmured against the top of her head, nuzzling into her hair, “the toughest slut I know.”

[dueliz]

A rare moment of peace. (She made him chuckle and will continue to ride that high for the next week or so.)

It was not my intention to end up shipping Bunny with Tharael but who am I to deny a good sunshine x grumpy pairing?

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Behind The OC Name

Thank you @kaitaiga @alypink @welldonekhushi @revnah1406 for the tag! Let's do this!

OKAY. I'm gonna turn into a bachelor of yappology here so bear with me ☝️🤓

🌹 Charlotte 'Jade' Le Jardin 🌹

Initially, I wanted to name her 'Roxanne'. Some of you might know this, but Jade used to be my original story's main character called Louisa. BUT, Louisa's initial name was Roxanne. I didn't know why, but elementary school me liked Roxanne so much (I didn't even know that it's also a song title by The Police back then HAHAH). I wanted a very recognizable name, but I think it was a bit much, so I switched to Charlotte because of Charlotte Bronte, the writer. Also, it turns out that 'Charlotte' means 'free man', it's pretty cool since Jade's story is mainly about breaking free from MI6's influence and shackles along with her parents. Meanwhile, Le Jardin was the result of Jade's family's occupation as a florist. I mean, it's a fake last name anyway as they were making an entirely new identity after escaping from MI6.

Jade was literally just because she had a green eyes, but I felt it's too cliche so I made an entirely new black division of MI6 where each agent is named of a type of ore/jewel. Plus, Jade is just easy to pronounce and recognizable, perfect for communication purpose!

🐞 Eleanor 'Ladybug' Graham 🐞

Eleanor's name came up just out of the blue from my mind. I drew Lady's design first, and then decided to make a name for her, and it's either Eleanor or Claudia, and I thought Claudia doesn't suit her at all, so I stayed with Eleanor. Eleanor means 'Light-hearted' or 'shining light', kind of goes along with her 'take-it-easy' attitude and how she's a medic and becomes the light of hope for the wounded. The surname Graham is literally just my obsession with Will Graham from Hannibal. My 14-16 year old ahh was obsessed with NBC Hannibal, and Will held a special place in my heart LOL.

When I created Ladybug, I knew I wanted a special and a cheeky callsign for her to pair with Gaz. I never really liked bugs, but I thought back then that a ladybug's shape and pattern is so damn cute and endearingly silly. So I just went with Ladybug. AND THEN, The NFC Championship 2023 game happened between 49ers vs Lions. Brandon Aiyuk caught a pass from Brock Purdy after the ball straight up bounced from Kindle Vildor's helmet, which resulted in a touchdown in the next play. At the interview post game, Aiyuk said "a ladybug landed on my shoe." JUST THEN I KNEW THAT LADYBUG MEANS 'GOOD LUCK'. And then the gears on my brain turned, and I can connect with how Gaz is always unfortunately hanging/falling from an aircraft, be it an airplane or a helicopter. The fact that he's always came out ALIVE after those events just tell me, there's gotta be a ladybug that's always with him 24/7!

🔥 Barandos 'Bara' Tarigan 🔥

For Bara, I just KNOW that his name's gotta be Bara because there's a celebrity chef from Indonesia called Bara Patirajawane, and it's such a sick name that I just had to make it into a name of my OC HAHAH. Bara also means 'fire embers' and it's pretty cool ngl. Tarigan is a Batak tribe surname (I'm half Batak from my name), so I just wanna have that element on my OC.

⏳ Silja Freyrsdottir ⏳

For Silja, I actually had quite a hardtime to name my OC. I didn't know what her appeareance yet, her story yet, and like what her role was in the God of War Ragnarok storyline. So I started to think of what goddess she was, and I wanted it to be close to Heimdall, so the Goddess of Memory and Remembrance it was. I then searched for that kind of god in the Norse mythology, and I didn't really find anyone that came close to what I imagined, so I just started from sratch. I sketched her character, and as I draw her I make up a story in my mind. Oh, she's an adventurer, a rogue princess, hmmm from what realm, Alfheim? Let's do that cuz I love Freyr. I wanted her name to be either 'Silja' which ironically means 'blind', or Ragnhild, which means 'battlecounsel'. QUICKLY I feel that Ragnhild sounded to professional for her adventurous character. Silja sounded so right, and her name could be like a contradiction to what her ability is, which is seeing people's pasts, but blind to the present (a flaw much like Heimdall's).

Tagging YOU 🫵 Reblog this with your OC's name lore!

[illusivesoul]

Why Rendon Howe is evil

This is a little theory thats been going around in my head for several days.

Rendon Howe. Evil personified. Probably one of the most despicable and hated characters in the Dragon Age series. One of the characters thats most easily defined as being just plain bad and evil, with good reason. Even in the game itself no one likes him (with 1 exception that I'll mention later in this post)

In the game, we really aren't given many reasons as to why he is the way he is and why he does the thing he does beyond saying he's evil, power hungry, and like he himself says as he dies, "I deserved more!" But recently I started to become curious about him to try to find out what had made him become like this, cause I prefer villains to have some complexity that goes beyond just "He's evil just because".

Rest of the analysis under the cut.

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My main theory of why I think Rendon became "evil" is cause he may have suffered brain damage due to his injuries while fighting against Orlais with Maric and his rebels. My first thought for this came cause historically, Henry the 8th of England suffered several brain injuries during sporting events, and its believed that his injuries led to him having a severe personality change, which led to him become more radical, tyrannical and murderous.

After the death of his father and the Howe family joining the rebellion, Rendon joined Maric's forces and became close friends with Bryce Cousland, future Teyrn of Highever, and Leonas Bryland, future Arl of South Reach. The 3 of them fought together in the Battle of White River, which was the worse defeat the rebels suffered in the war against Orlais, and only 50 of the initial thousand soldier strong fereldan army survived.

Rendon was very badly injured during the battle, and Bryce and Leonas had to dragged him away to safety as the rebel army was crushed by the orlesians. Bryce was injured in the arm while trying to save Rendon from a chevalier. They got Rendon to Redcliffe and stayed with him for a month while he recovered before leaving to rejoin Maric and the rest of the rebel forces. While Rendon recovered in Redcliffe, he was tended to by Leonas's sister, Eliane, until he eventually recovered months later. He eventually proposed to her and they got married.

And here is the first bit of evidence we get of Rendon's attitude and behaviour completely changing after that battle and his wounds. From the wiki: "Leonas had become concerned by the changes in his friend's behavior since the battle and attempted to prevent the marriage." And some other quotes from Leonas that we get to her in dao: "Rendon Howe was no friend of mine. The boy I knew... died at the Battle of White River" and "That he didn't die years ago is the only thing worth mourning here." Leonas cut all contact with Rendon after he told him that he was only marrying his sister for her dowry and connections.

This goes back to what I mentioned earlier about the one person that seemed to care for Rendon. That person is Bryce Cousland.

Bryce and Eleanor were the only people that attended Rendon and Eliane's wedding, and even though Rendon was treated as a pariah by almost everyone in fereldan nobility, Bryce still maintained a friendly relation with Rendon, and seemed to have an almost protective attitude towards him, which contrasts greatly with how Leonas feels about Rendon. And this is where I came up with another theory about why this is. I believe that Bryce feels personally responsible for the injuries and near death that Rendon suffered during the Battle of White River and feels that he is somehow obligated to look after him. I can only hc why these could be, but maybe Rendon got injured while protecting Bryce, or maybe Bryce's actions during the battle led to Rendon's injuries. Maybe that's why Bryce seems to have keep pushing for the friendship that he once had with him, even though he clearly no longer was the same person. Cause Bryce felt responsible for the way Rendon had turned out.

Its possible that Rendon was just always like this, and those months he spent recovering just made him become super resentful against everything and everyone, but I do believe that the near death injuries he suffered during that battle, including possible head injuries and brain trauma, led to his personality changing and to him becoming the sheer villain we see ingame.

And to finish, a bit of background as to why Rendon would have hated Bryce even despite of this, here's a bit of info about them and about the relation between Highever and Amaranthine.

Rendon's father, Tarleton, supported Orlais during their occupation of Ferelden, and was eventually hanged by the Couslands before the Howes officially joined the rebellion. Adding the fact that Highever was once part of Amaranthine before they rebelled to gain their independence and annexed a good part of southern Amaranthine after winning their independence war, it adds some context to how Rendon could have seen this part of his greater vengeance against the Couslands and Highever for killing his father and taking away land from Amaranthine.

TL,DR: Rendon Howe suffered grieveous injuries during the war against Orlais, including possible brain injuries which may have led to a complete personality shift and to him becoming the person that we see him being in the game.

[anxiety-crab]

I don’t know much about Eleanor’s Deathbed yet, but I am so so hype to find out!