#ft. Elliot

[teagan-monroe]

closed for @elliot-monroe

Elliot had done what he'd promised, and actually texted her a time to come over for her baby-sitting duties, Teagan having taken a nap earlier in the afternoon to make sure she wasn't too tired. "Hey," She signed when he opened the door, wasting no time in pulling him into a hug. When she pulled away, the blonde held up the bag she'd brought with her. "I have plenty of snacks to get me through all the wake ups I'm going to tend to, while you sleep like--- well not like a baby. Like a log or something."

[lucie-newman]

@brooksienewman @cagenewman @elliot-newman @ash-newman

[elifalvey]

LOCATION — Peak Seasons Ballroom, Saints & Sinners event.

WHO — Elijah & Elliot ( @elliot-chapman ).

It was funny, in hindsight, assuming that Aslihan would be the one out of the both of them to get lost — simply because now he found himself turned around, after his little break outside (which didn’t really constitute as any sort of break, thanks to the Roman of it all) led him storming back and heading in the wrong direction. He only noticed after he realized he definitely hadn’t been down this hallway before, too blinded by annoyance that he was trying to shrug off to take in the sheer quietness of the place. Which should have been the first thing that led him to figure out he wasn’t where he was supposed to be, but oh well. How big could this hotel really be? He found himself asking that question in his head, wandering around the corridors and trying to follow the other people he saw staggering about. As he saw someone standing near the corner of his eye, he turned to them, clearly a bit confused as he asked, “Hey, mate — do you happen to have any idea where the ballroom is? I, uh . . . stepped outside for a minute, wasn’t paying attention and now it feels like I’ve walked this entire damn hotel. Might never find my girlfriend again without some help, at this rate.”

[elizabethxmonroe]

@elliot-monroe

@teagan-monroe

STATION 19 2.15 | 5.15 | 7.02

[elizabethxmonroe]

Merry Christmas baby brother @elliot-monroe! Hope you have an amazing holiday and I'm so glad to be your sister.

I got you:

A phone and watch caddy that can charge the.

A new leather cross body bag for work

A literary clock

A bracelet with Sawyer's name in ASL

A customized throw blanket (all words associated with you or the Monroe fam)

A clock to sit on your desk at work with a picture of Sawyer and you

Love always,

Ellie ❤️

[henfox]

Elliot begging Nancy not to let the Annex take him (ep:08) Becky begging Nancy not to let Ben take her to the Annex (ep:09)

[elizabethxmonroe]

@elliot-monroe

alice hoffman practical magic

kofi

[lilacsongs]

"why  are  you  avoiding  me?"  elliot  asks,  his  frustration  evident  as  he  finally  manages  to  corner  minjae.  it  doesn't  make  sense  that  one  day  they  were  still  inseparable,  only  for  minjae  to  abruptly  ghost  him  for  days  without  any  apparent  reason.  "...did  i  do  something  wrong?"  elliot's  tone  conveys  more  confusion  than  guilt,  but  the  uncertainty  is  clear  in  his  voice.  he  genuinely  has  no  idea  what  could  have  prompted  minjae's  uncharacteristically  cold  behaviour  towards  him.  elliot  searches  minjae's  face,  hoping  to  find  some  clue  as  to  what  has  changed,  what  has  driven  a  wedge  between  them  seemingly  out  of  nowhere.  / @artisn

[bobthedragon]

~Kingsgate update~

in which the rules of conductivity are bent for The Narrative

Newest Page: https://kingsgatecomic.com/?pg=21 Chapter Start: https://kingsgatecomic.com/

in WIP news, I finished scene 3, which means I'm finally working on the chapter finale~! when I've got that done, I'll bump us up to 2 updates a week again and pad the queue with some of the Q/A drawings I've done between chapters if I need.

[teagan-monroe]

@elliot-monroe

'God it's loud in here today.' Teagan grumbled, the emotion clear on her features. 'I know you can't hear it, but some of us have ears that work.' There was a slight teasing tone with that comment, perhaps a little glint in Teagan's eyes as she flashed Elliot a look. 'How long until the summer is over again?' As the only one without a kid, the blonde didn't really keep track of that stuff. Though it did somewhat affect her work, since so many families were out enjoying the public lands.

[lucie-newman]

@elliot-newman

Elliot, Happy first Father's Day! Sawyer's one lucky little girl to have you in her backfield. (And me of course, but that goes without saying) I hope this book is one day bursting at the seems with memories. Love, Lou

[monarhrh]

@thenxghtwemxt | Leonor & Elliot at the Underground Map Gallery

Leonor descended the narrow staircase, her footsteps muffled by the plush carpet that had seen better days. The Underground Map Gallery was a sanctuary of history and exploration, a realm where the past whispered through aged parchment and inked cartography. Candlelight flickered against the stone walls, casting eerie shadows that danced across the ancient maps. As the Ambassador of Spain, Leonor had been intimately involved in the delicate dance of diplomacy and intrigue that surrounded the recent turmoil within the Spanish court. The tragic murder of Blanca Bonaparte, Queen of Spain, had sent shockwaves through both the Ortiz and Bonaparte factions. Leonor found herself caught in the midst of it all, playing her part in mitigating the fallout, navigating the treacherous waters with her usual blend of grace and diplomacy.

But tonight, her thoughts were drawn not to the political intricacies but to Elliott himself. They had shared a complicated history—moments of camaraderie and connection interspersed with sharp words and unspoken tensions. Their relationship was a tapestry of love and hate, woven with threads of mutual respect and lingering animosity. She spotted him near a particularly detailed map of the Amazon basin, illuminated by the soft glow of a nearby candle.  "Elliott," Leonor's voice cut through the quiet of the gallery, carrying a mixture of concern and curiosity. She approached cautiously, aware of the delicate balance between them—friends in private, adversaries in court, and something deeper that neither dared to acknowledge openly. "Lamento mucho tu perdida." She didn't know what else she could say or do.

[brntout]

location : the police station

time : early afternoon, the day after halloween

for : elliot ( @ofmighty )

‘a deputy will see you now.’

it’s a small station. not much real estate to walk but her impatience makes the trek from the lobby down the bland hallway feel like an eternity. they had already spent hours there, hoping to speak to someone who could fill in the gaps that the public was so eager to hear. the victim was alaina price... what else? a wooden door is their destination, fitting in just fine with the unimpressive aesthetic of the old police station. they offer a nod at the receptionist in thanks before carefully opening the door and peeking inside. the first thing they notice is a figure with their back to them, a 'red creek police' patch prominently displayed on the arm of a black jacket. “good afternoon.” they call out, in case the creak of the door was not enough to announce their arrival. “kennedy stuart with the register. thank you for taking the time to—" they are mid-sentence when the familiarity of the person strikes them, stunning them into a surprised pause. "—elliot?"

[leilabarak]

closed starter for @elliot-chapman downtown somewhere

With the variety of projects that Leila took on, she never really knew what supplies and random things she would need on hand. It wasn't uncommon to find her dragging random things back home that she found around the streets or at thrift stores, storing them in her workshop just in case. That morning, she was standing in front of a dumpster where a massive refrigerator was sitting there, discarded for who knew what reason. The thing was far taller and wider than she was, but Leila was still determined to find a way to push it all the way back to her workshop a few streets over. With a few random bits of rope and an old belt she'd scavenged from the dumpster, Leila had attempted to fashion some type of longer strap to wrap around the fridge, figuring that maybe she could just lasso it and drag it down the street. Latching the belt on, Leila gave a satisfied nod before moving to try and pull it, frowning when it didn't move one bit.

A huff of annoyance left her lips, backing up a bit, right into the path of the people walking by. Luckily, when she turned her head and realized she was in the way, the figure coming towards her was a familiar one. "Elliot! Can you try something for me?" she asked, her greeting a chipper one as she stepped back towards the fridge and held up the rope she'd constructed. "I'm trying to get this rolling so I can bring it home, but I can't get it to move." Maybe, she was hoping, it would just be a matter of needing someone stronger to get the wheels rolling along and then she could just keep it going from there.

[ofwrxth]

+ ISLA / MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY

Elliot still isn't used to the feel of Cece's hand in his, tugging him and Isla along in the museum. He's not used to the sound of her laughter or the sight of her smile when she sees him. Him. A smile has never meant so much to Elliot. Apart from Isla's. Each moment he spends with his little girl and her mom, he feels his heart ache with the sweetness of the moment. Like he can't believe he's existing in it. That he's there with them. C'mon, mama! C'mon Lil El! She says, letting go of their hands. Maybe the name should bother Elliot, but they're still getting used to each other, and he doesn't want to rush her. Besides, Lil El has never sounded better than it does when Cece says it in her tiny voice.

She runs ahead towards a dinosaur, and Elliot races to catch up, making sure not to lose the small girl through the crowd. "Now hold up, lil lady!" He says with a laugh, scooping her up. The sound of her delighted squeals brings a grin to his face, "you can't go dashin' off like that without your mama or me. 'Cause what if one of them dinosaurs comes to life?" He asks, laughing as she giggles, "what'll you do then?" I'd be friends! "You'd be friends with a dino?" Yeah! We'd play and be best friends! Elliot shakes his head, glancing to Isla. "That's definitely the Alvarez in her." @waterfallswords

[unfogged]

those of you who have been following me for years know how important my gram is to me. she passed away in february 2022 and today's her birthday. she'd have been 70. i miss her like crazy. i miss her beating my ass in board games, watching silly shows with her, doing puzzles, hanging out, complaining about my mom/her daughter. she's everything to me even still. happy birthday, gramma. te amo 💙