#elena / threads.

[agentoffangirling]

Critical Role x Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

[anoetics]

"   i'm willing to admit it, even if nobody else will, because i'm a beacon of truth, owen.   " / @monotcnes

[thorsiffe-dragonheart]

Brokenbrow (pt. 2)

For: @elenaramirez Location: The Punch Cage

Part 1

Thorsiffe raised their fists in victory, a grin spreading upon their lips. Once the joy of battle fell upon them, everything else became a murmur on the back of their mind, and only now did they truly take in all those calling out to them. They rounded the ring, laughing and punching the air in triumph, reveling in their glory.

Looking out the ring, Thorsiffe met the eyes of a stranger they had not yet seen in the years they had come here. They tilted their head, giving her a curious look for a moment, before their lips curled up into a grin again. They winked at her, before punching into the air one last time.

Another brief rest, another bottle of water chugged, and Thorsiffe stood in the ring once more. The announcer's voice boomed throughout the room again. "We've seen Dragonheart, the northern wolf, take on the deadly Nightshifter and brave the Inferno... However," the earth rumbled as their new opponent stepped into the ring. Thorsiffe's eyes sparkled with excitement, even as they wished they'd hold such power.

"Can they take on the divine might, of the God of War?!"

Their new opponent was a deity; such was obvious, and furthermore his scent confirmed it. He was a giant of a man, almost as big as their Egil, standing around two meters tall and with chiseled, bulging muscles. His short black hair and beard were well kempt, his tanned skin was painted in gold, and his golden eyes seemed to bore right into Thorsiffe's soul.

"Could you not come up with a more creative name?" they teased, giggling and taking their stance.

"Come mock me again once you've claimed a dragon's heart, pup," he responded stoically, voice low and rumbling as the mountain.

Thorsiffe charged. Part of them wished to call upon Vegrleita, to let it sing upon the air and give them a chance against this foe. However, Vegrleita was a weapon of war and war alone. Their foe's name might invoke it, yet this fight was far from it. They would make due with the fire of their blood and the thunder in their bones.

They spring onto one foot, readying themself for a kick, but are immediately swept off their feet instead. The moment they hit the ground, Thorsiffe rolls backwards and onto their feet.

The ground shakes as God of War takes a step upon where they just lay, and Thorsiffe could not help but wonder if they would have survived, had such a step been taken upon their chest.

Within the blink of an eye, God of War is upon them. His massive fist shoots out towards their face, and it is all Thorsiffe can do to move their head aside just in time. Another step forward from their foe. They meant to act, but even before the violence moves from their brains to their bones, the wind is knocked out of them as God of War brings his knee up into their stomach. They were quite sure they would have been knocked up into and through the ceiling had he not held back. A courtesy they were grateful for. Still, they are lifted a ways into the air and let out an undignified yelp.

They might never win this match, but they would never go out without a worthy attempt.

Before their feet even touch the ground, Dragonheart's hands get a grip of God of War's shorts. Of course, he immediately knows what they intend to do and starts to wind up a kick. However, Thorsiffe had telegraphed their intentions with intent. Grinning, they lift him up by the shorts the moment their feet hit the ground. Instead of trying to kick him up and roll him over their thigh though, they take another step forward and spin around, letting God of War's own kick spin them around and throw him onto his back.

Their foe grunts in pain and frustration, but Thorsiffe laughs. Before they can do anything else they're sent flying. They can't even really tell which limb he used this time around. It doesn't matter either. Their foe had thought himself invincible, thought them unworthy to bring him pain. He had been wrong.

Thorsiffe crashes through the cage's fence and into a wall. The world goes dark, blood trickling down their brow, but their grin remains upon their lips.

[demongemz]

Nothing makes me feel more alive. ( elena. Talking about her job ) @daydrcamings

Carlos smiled softly listening to the other, he’d taken to drawing his designs in the park given how much peace it seemed to give him when the other sat down and began talking to him about her passion for her job. “That’s what I want, a career I look forward to doing every day” he mused looking at his designs. Maybe he should try for the mechanical engineering degree, it seemed as though that was what he initially signed up for and well it made him happy to build things with his own hands. “That’s how I feel when I create things, it starts as just an idea then when I can get it in this sketchbook it just makes everything doable you know?”

[thirtecnth]

@endlessreruns / closed event starter / elena maraschino setting: minnie's dancehall - the ball

Dorothy had just finished her second glass of whatever wine they had in town when she noticed her daughter walk into the hall and smiled brightly, encouraging her forward into a hug. While she hated that she was trapped there with her-- at least she could sleep well knowing that she was just as stylish as her mother had hoped she would always be.

"Hello, darling," she said and pressed kisses to both of her cheeks. "I guess it's the first little town event for the both of us, hmm? What do you think so far?"

[elenaxthompson]

closed for @jessica-nichxls location: sidewalk cafe

When she'd arrived at this place for lunch, she'd been hopeful to get a solo table but given the crazy last few days of summer rush they were having, and the fact that it was a weekend--they told her that the tables were communal and while she didn't really feel like socializing at that particular moment, she still agreed and was sat at someone's table. She didn't know the other but still kept a happy smile on her face as she sat down. "Hi--sorry I hope you don't mind, but they've realized they have no space and too many customers and so they've turned all these tables into communal ones. I'm Elena by the way," she said with a quick wave before realizing how crazy that must've looked and decided to continue looking at the menu instead.

[lastlockwood]

❝ what are you so afraid of? ❞

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[m4ybanks]

@nikohlas asked: let me grab you something to drink. / for elena !

⸻ "oh . . . he's a gentleman. trying to impress me, nicky?"

[stefanoasalvatore]

@traumatise

🩸 → with the injured addressed, he can focus by those otherwise affected - the survivors, and the first one he thinks of is none other than the woman who had drawn him to mystic falls in the first place. when he see's her, he wants to apologize for ever darkening her doorstep, for bringing the skeletons in his closet with him, for causing her more grief, but he doesn't. he needs to focus on her, not on absolving himself of guilt, and he does just that.

he can't ask if she's okay, not when her brother had just been slaughtered in front of her, but he does look her over. no visible injuries, not of the physical variety at least, but that couldn't account for the grief and pain yet to come, and he couldn't help her with that. "elena... we should get you out of here... get you home. " get her away from her brothers body. any sense of safety in the salvatore boarding house had been shattered, and until they could properly deal with the deed... the gilbert house was safe, less tainted by the current evenings horrors.

[johngilbertii]

@traumatise

🏹 → for all of his many many faults, john had never missed one of elena's birthdays, and this wasn't going to be the year he started. for years he'd seen the salvatore boarding house as he'd grown up in mystic falls, he'd even became cordial with zach whenever he'd seen him around town, but as he got older, and as he read his way through the original johnathan gilbert's journals, the more he looked at it's bright and airy entry as something more sinister.

approaching the front door of the same salvatore boarding house with a small wrapped present resting in his hands, he finds himself physically relaxed but alert - and fully prepared for what he might encounter. he let's himself in, an easy feat with the door propped open, and he looks around for just a moment before he see's the familiar sight of his niece. "hey kiddo," cool, cool, he was fairly certain that hadn't even been cool once she hit ten let alone eighteen, but what was he to do? it wasn't as if things ever got easier, if anything with miranda and grayson gone things were even harder. "where are the presents going?"

[doe4yed]

@forbaes, caroline forbes required a starter.

elena doesn't remember who had the idea for this girls's night. what she did know was that they needed it. the tension between them was palpable. was it her fault? she knew it was. had she caused it? yes. she didn't want the attention on her though. she wanted all of that to change. especially after her parents death. friendship was much more important than popularity. especially when the friendship they once had, could rise again. smiling as she took a sip of her tea, she set her cup down on the coffee table, adding. " i like this little moment, you know. when it's just us, like the good old days. "

[curreres]

who: carmen and elena (@ambercast)

where: the sasquatch

carmen's hands are shaking when she approaches elena at the bar and though she doesn't know the other woman, she hopes that it'll deter the very insistent man (who had been crowding her into a corner) from approaching her again. "hey," carmen greets her with a little smile, sliding onto one of the stools. "hope you don't mind if i sit here."

[moonglowmagic]

Who: @devrim-selvi

Where: Devrim's house

Elena continued to search around for her clothes in the woods once she’s transformed back to her human forum. Coming across a blanket though made her raise an eyebrow, but she took it as a sign from the universe and wrapped it around her. As she walked further though she noticed an empty coffee cup and a house. Making her way to the house and she knocked on the door. 

When the door finally opened she held the blanket around her tightly. “Hi. Sorry I’m sure you’re not use to naked girls wrapped in blankets at your door.” Elena rambled on for a moment. “But do you happen to have some clothes I can borrow? I usually have a bag but I think I ended up away from it and there’s usually someone who stashes us extra clothes but they’re gone and so is the coffee.” Pointing towards the woods where the empty cup was. “Also can I come in? It’s freezing out here.” 

[in-fair-verona-we-set-our-scene]

You know what annoys me about Resident Evil 8? Why Leonardo turns into a lycan. Last I checked lycans were created by Miranda infecting someone with a cadou and the host having a poor affinity for it.

The cadou are these big squirmy parasites that don't seem easily transmissible. My understanding was that implanting a cadou took surgery and I'm sure that if Leonardo were experimented on by Miranda she wouldn't just let him go if he wasn't turning into a lycan or dying immediately. Even if his transformation into a lycan was merely triggered by nearly dying or exposure to another lycan instead of caused by it, when did Leonardo get implanted with a cadou in the first place?

Lycans aren't werewolves, despite the obvious inspiration they're their own unique thing. They're people who didn't outright die when implanted with a cadou but were still negatively mutated by it. Did the writers just forget how lycans worked for this one plot point? Was the lycan that attacked Leonardo a unique mutation?

Considering Leonardo turning into a lycan is why all the survivors died (which even then feels a little contrived) it comes across to me as a very forced, neat way to have Ethan meet the last of the survivors and then have them immediately die so we conveniently don't have to think about the villagers when Chris nukes the place or their own feelings about Miranda using and betraying them. They should've lived, or if they did die it should've been with far more of a struggle.

[little-elenaarchive]

@tornions

Elena entered teh house, that was now unlocked at all times (Just in case she came back)

She found him on the couch, the same spot as yesterday, in his robe with an empty bowl of cereal.

She sighed heavily as she approached and picked up some of the scattered trash from the floor.

"Still no word? Whats that? Letter number ten youve sent off?"

She'd been trying her best to take care of him since she found out.

[elenaxthompson]

open to everyone (capping at 2/4) location: mercy hospital

Elena's life had changed drastically in the last month and plans she'd made for the future had all erupted in front of her in a disaster. She'd thought he'd been the man she was going to marry and have kids with but that had failed miserably but one thing had stuck with her even on the way back to Wilmington from New York City. She wanted to have kids. She wasn't getting any younger of course and so her options were growing more limited which was why she'd made the appointment with the fertility specialist who had gone through the whole procedure of how to freeze eggs and what it would demand from her mentally and physically.

She'd just left their office and was tucking the brochures and all in her bag when she collided with someone, the papers falling to the ground as she tried to gather them up. "I'm sorry...I should've been more careful."