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Mr. Elliott Stardew Valley once again U_U
#the bg needed something so i made a half assed frame and like its not hebest but alas#aslo cool tones are so bleugh to me but i tried#i like the colors in my other elliot piece more but im partial to green lol also Elliott in his winter outfit :3#elliott stardew valley#stardew elliott#stardew valley#sdv elliott#sdv fanart#sdv#fan art#stardew fanart#maybe ill do a halfbody piece later but idk#just checked the colors on my phone and ok so its not too cool toned i think it looks more cooled tone on my laptop#but thats also cause i was activiely trying to add warmth back in cause it was a little too cool for me lol#stardew valley elliott#art#artwork#fanart
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#elliot rodger#i think i have posted about him 2 times#this is the 3 post about elliot#tcc tumblr#tccblr#also his youtube channel is hacked
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Mat Baynton as Elliot Ward
A Good Girl's Guide to Murder | 1x06
#mat baynton#mathew baynton#elliot ward#a good girl's guide to murder#agggtm#agggtm spoilers#agggtmedit#tvedit#tvgifs#*#*mat#like i said to ireland. id suck his MONSTER cock#god he's gorgeous when he cries#my favourite monster<3#so fucking pathetic. god. he asnfkduhigjkf
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I know it’s not the point but also this shot has me dying in laughter
Baby Thomas Elliot Bridgerton, Lord Featherington, just looks so unimpressed by his mama’s writing. This baby has just been born and already he’s a literary critic and thinks he can do so much better. He’s going to cause so much mayhem of his own one day to which Pen will just sigh inwardly, wondering what they’ve put out there in the world and Colin will just stand there all proud thinking “that’s my son” 😂
#he will put his parents to shame 😂#polin is not ready for the sheer amount of chaos their son will bring to the ton in 17 years#I suddenly really want to write a fic about Thomas Elliot Bridgerton Lord Featherington literary critic#breaker of hearts and down bad for one secret girl#the stupid jokes are coming back so I think I'm slowly getting over the depression era of post part 2#lol 😂😂😂#protect that baby at all costs#polin#bridgerton#bridgerton season 3#thomas bridgerton
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Heyo! I just wanted to share these doodle refs of my ARMS oc cuz I drew them for Artfight. It's been a while since I drew them but it was pretty fun. I didn't draw Axicle cuz I knew how slow I drew and it was already halfway thru Artfight lol
#myart#nintendo arms#ARMS oc#Man Sol's design is soo fuckin good but I really did hate drawing his jacket and ARMS XDD#Also his hair grew a bit 😙#I don't think I've ever showed Elliot's full outfit#I think I just posted drawings of them but never how they actually looked#I really love how I drew them tho cuz they're really pretty#Haha sorry I'm just talking about how much I like them XD#Hope yall like this one :3
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#me when i tell my mutuals they’re 3 degrees away from elliot page#because my ex-boss interviewed him about his book once#trans#transblr#ralsei’s tweets
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Ambrose and Elliot #27
Masterpost
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Warnings: oral dub-con, implied non-con, starvation, violence
Master and his friends had passed out, finally. After hours and hours of drinking and sex and entertainment, they had fallen asleep.
It was late, but he couldn’t bring himself to rest. He lay on the floor, naked and cold, dried cum sticky on his sore thighs.
He stared up at the ceiling. His throat hurt, angry bruises blossoming over his skin. One of Master’s friends, Mr. Horneswood, had slammed his head against the floor, and it was only now that his vision had quit fading in and out and his nosebleed had stopped.
Master had never let them be so violent with him before. Beatings and getting choked was nothing new, and Master had chastised them for going too far several times. But not today.
He really thought they were going to kill him this time. He’d never passed out from being strangled before, and they had never hit his head until now, much less slamming it into the hard marble floor. Twice.
Hunger rumbled in his stomach.
He turned his head to see the table. It was half covered in near empty bottles and glasses, but there was food at the end.
He licked his lips. He hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and if everyone was asleep…
He slowly got up, wincing as he went. Master wouldn’t notice if a few rolls went missing.
Master had put out so much food, and his friends were more interested in getting drunk, so nearly all of of it was untouched.
He ate cheeses and fruit, pastries and rolls, and even dared to sneak some of the delicious roasted duck.
It wasn’t until he was full, sitting next to the table, that he realized.
Master had forgotten his chains.
Usually Master made sure he was in shackles when his friends came to visit, just to be certain he couldn’t get away from their lust.
Not tonight. Tonight he was unrestrained. He hadn’t even noticed until now.
He looked back at Master and his friends. They were still completely passed out, sprawled out on couches and slumped in armchairs.
He could run. There was nothing stopping him.
Nothing, except… what if Master caught him? He would be so angry. Master would beat him to death if he left.
They’ll kill you if you stay, said a tiny part of him. You know they will. You can’t keep doing this.
He bit his lip. Master was all he knew, his everything. It was the only thing he was good at; serving as his slave was his entire purpose. It was what he was made for.
What else could there possibly be?
You are going to die here.
The tiny part was right.
He grabbed his discarded clothes, tugging on the threadbare shirt, boxers, and pants Master had allowed him.
He stole a cloak off the coat rack and ran out the front door, pulling the hood over his hair.
He ran, and ran, and ran, and his legs hurt and his head pounded but it was better than death and blood and Master.
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He should have stolen some shoes. He limped along, blood from the pads of his feet staining his trail.
Dawn had come and gone, but he didn’t stop moving. Couldn’t stop moving.
He avoided the roads, instead sticking to the woods. He couldn’t risk being seen yet. Master had horses, and money, and might pay someone to look for him.
It was a hot day. Sweat dripped down his face and soaked his clothes, the salt stinging the cuts on his legs courtesy of the wilderness.
He tripped over a stone early in the night, and torn a toenail clean off, which hurt like hell.
His legs were sore too, knees on fire and thighs chafing from the dried cum and fabric rubbing the skin.
Maybe it would be worth it to find some water and rest.
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After hours of trekking through the woods, he heard running water. He picked up the pace, jogging towards the sound.
It was a small creek, secluded and quiet. Good.
He stripped off his clothes and waded in. It was freezing cold, goosebumps forming on his skin. He crouched down and drank some of the water, soothing his dusty throat.
He splashed some of the water on his face, wiping away the sweat. He washed off the best he could, and crawled out of the creek. There was a flat rock nearby, and he laid the cloak down on top of it.
A few hours of rest couldn’t hurt.
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He followed the creek after his nap. It would get to a river eventually, and maybe lead to a town where he could beg for some scraps.
He should have stolen the rest of the food at Master’s house. Idiot.
The creek did get bigger, but instead of bringing him to a river, it ran by a traveler’s campsite. The road must be close.
The campsite had just been used, fresh but cold ashes in the firepit, and fresh horse manure still buzzing with flies.
There were berry bushes nearby (unfortunately inedible ones), and he was struck with a thought.
His white hair was identifiable. No one had white hair, Master said so. Master said he was so pretty with white hair. It was why he was allowed to exist; it made him good enough to live despite being a stupid slave who couldn’t do things right.
Master could find him if his hair was still white.
He pulled off the berries, crushing them in his hands. He slathered his hair with them, staining the white to brown. Much better. He pulled his hood back up and followed the horse tracks to the road.
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The road led to a city, and he kept his head down passing through the gates. The guards didn’t even look at him.
There was a tavern just next to the gates, and the smell of food made him hesitate. It was a busy place, even had some stables attached.
He bit his lip.
He didn’t have any money. He went around the stables, and there was a dumpster out back. He peered into the trash, but he couldn’t see anything he could eat. Damn.
The back door to the tavern opened, and he backed away. Not fast enough, because the tavern owner spotted him immediately.
He scrambled away, but she grabbed him by the arm.
“What’re you doing?” She growled. “You a nasty little thief?” She shook his arm, and he whimpered, shaking his head.
“I- I was just hungry-”
She let go of him and he stumbled backwards into the ground. “‘M sorry! I just wanted to look in your trash!” He started to cry.
“Hmph.” She crossed her arms, staring him down.
“Please don’t call the guard,” he begged, sobbing. “I’ll go away, I swear.”
“I don’t like beggars,” she said. “So come here.”
She was going to hit him, and he deserved it for bothering her. He shakily got to his feet, and limped forward.
“There’s a pile of dishes in the sink. Scrub ‘em.”
“W-what?”
“You scrub the plates,” she pointed at him, “and you get food. That way you ain’t beggin’.”
“Thank you! Tha-”
“Shut up.” She turned and walked inside, and he followed.
There was in fact a sink piled full of dishes, and he got to work scrubbing them clean. The kitchen was hot, but he didn’t dare take off his cloak. He was so hungry he was lightheaded, and the smell of food was torture to the gnawing ache in his belly.
The dishes kept coming, and he ignored the strange looks from the wait staff.
After a few hours, the tavern owner handed him a package wrapped with paper.
“Get out.”
He left without argument, opening the package and eating as he walked.
The sandwich was the best thing he ever tasted.
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The second town he came across, the innkeeper let him sleep in the stables in exchange for scrubbing stains out of sheets.
The third city tossed him out before he could offer anything, and he stole some apples from an orchard by the road before getting scared off by barking dogs.
He had a bad feeling about this next town.
The innkeeper was at the counter, and it was not busy at all. It creeped him out. “How many nights?” asked the keeper, a flat tone to his voice as he scribbled in his ledger.
“I, um. I don’t have any money,” he admitted, “but um, is there anything I can do for you?”
The innkeeper slammed the book shut, and he jumped. The innkeeper looked him up and down, leaning back in his chair.
“I’m just hungry,” he said weakly, “do you have any scraps?”
“Nope. Get out.”
“Please,” he tried again. “I’ll do anything.”
The innkeeper stood up. “I said leave.” He began to shove him outside, and he stumbled, bare heels digging into the wood.
“I’ll blow you,” he blurted, and the innkeeper paused. He held his breath. Why did he offer that?
The innkeeper grabbed him by the arm, dragging him into the back.
The innkeeper tossed him across the room. He swallowed, his mouth going dry. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
The innkeeper stalked forward, and he dropped to his knees, tongue lolling out. The innkeeper unbuckled his belt and he knew what to do.
The innkeeper was rough and impatient, and he let the innkeeper fuck into his throat. He just wanted it over. The man grunted, finishing into his mouth, and he was hungry enough to swallow the cum without hesitation.
“Good enough,” said the man, tucking himself back into his pants, and relief flooded him. “Wait here.”
He got a hunk of cheese and a loaf of bread for the trouble.
“Next time offer your ass,” said the innkeeper with a nasty grin, “and maybe I’ll let you sleep the night.”
He scrambled for the door, laughter trailing behind him. There wasn’t going to be a next time.
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There was a next time.
There were several next times, all of which he tried to avoid but couldn’t if he wanted to eat.
He didn’t sleep in the cities anymore, too scared after someone forced themselves on him while he slept exposed in the stables.
That time, the innkeeper was even angry to find him still in the hay the next morning, and had used a horsewhip to punish and chase him out.
He trudged along the road.
Gods, he was so hungry. He felt faint, a chill to his bones despite the sun beating down on him.
He’d been heading north the whole time, and now the cities and towns were few and far between.
The last stop was pleasant, the woman who owned the lodge only asking him to sweep the floor in exchange for a bowl of chicken and rice.
That was a week ago.
The berry bushes along the road were bare now, the birds plucking them empty. He chewed on tree leaves and ate dandelions when he could, but it did little for his stomach.
Please, he prayed to the gods, I know none of you care, but please.
Maybe he should have stayed with Master.
He shook the thought from his head. Anything was better than Master.
Even if it was starving to death in the wilderness.
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The road became thin and rough. It narrowed down to a single cart wide and he wondered if he had walked to the end. But over the horizon was a blurry shape beneath the setting sun, and he dared to hope it was either a village or that he was finally dying and was hallucinating.
He kept walking.
It was a village, with an inn.
He stumbled through the door as nightfall fell.
The tavernkeeper was at the counter, and there was a small crowd in the dining room.
“Please,” he slurred, ready to offer whatever was left of him.
But the tavernkeeper held up a hand to stop him.
“I’ve heard of you,” he said, and his heart sank. Did Master know too? “You’ll do anything for a meal and a bed for the night, right?”
Not necessarily a bed, but he nodded, the effort making his head pound.
“I want a private conversation with you in the morning,” said the keeper, his expression hard to read. “That’s all. I'll even throw in breakfast afterwards.”
He stared at the tavern keeper.
“Yes, sir,” he rasped. No one had ever offered him breakfast. Was it a trick? Too keep him here longer, so that Master would come and drag him away?
The keeper gestured for him to sit at the bar, and disappeared into the kitchen.
He returned quickly with a bowl of stew and a crust of bread, and, of all things, a mug of warm cider.
He never had cider before. Master never allowed him to drink.
The tavern keeper told him where his room (a whole room? with a bed? and a lock?) was, and left him alone to eat.
The food was amazing, and he had to stop himself from scarfing it down and making himself sick. He’d made that mistake before, and completely lost his meal. He remembered crying over the vomit.
The bed was just as good as the food, but he couldn’t close his eyes.
What if the innkeeper told Master where he was? How long would it take Master to come for him?
He rolled over in the bed.
Surely the tavernkeeper wanted more than just talking.
If he were smart, he’d sneak out before dawn. But the keeper promised breakfast, and he wasn’t smart.
He couldn’t pass up two meals in a row. It was too tempting.
He thought about the mysterious generosity of the cider, and the sweet taste of the apples used to make it.
This could be his last night alive before he died by his Master’s hands.
He cried himself into a fitful sleep.
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#part one of this series has always bothered me since i started getting better#so heres the fix and some bonus content.#this was going to be an extra but i actually liked this more as an actual flashback chapter#If you haven't read any extras i highly recommend it#you get (1) an example of Ambrose and Elliot as seen by a villager#and (2) Ambrose just after his husband left#plus (3) a potentially canon future chapter#so check them out if you havent#ambrose and elliot#my writing#whump#slavery whump#multiple whumpers#intimate whumper#runaway whumpee
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hello oomf.
opinion on this creature?
I want to rip its Nose off Please <3
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THIS IS NOT A DRILL
new ben cook interview !!!!
youtube
all i needed to cheer up<3
#his voice is so calming#i could fall asleep to his voice#<33333#i love him so much <3#hopefully seeing him in illinoise!!!#newsies#newsies fandom#illinoise#illinoise broadway#ragtime#billy elliot#mean girls#tuck everlasting#west side story#Youtube
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I feel like giving me an STD insults my honour more than Percy giving me a kiss actually
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happy birthday wirth 13/1 🥳
#art#mashle#fanart#wirth madl#orter madl#orter’s unnamed junior#happy late birthday I am 3 months late#comic#Alex elliot#Orter Madl hates children and his brother is no exception
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Thinks really hard about superior agreeing to do that for Taka in the recent issue...remembers issue 12💥💥. LOVE this manga they get me fr.. he HATES how he was as doc ock so bad he would rather DIE than go back to being how he used to be even tho he knows he cant win against himself anymore because he refuses to be cruel again.. THATS HOW IT SHOULD BEEEE THEY GET IT... sick and twisted to me knowing how superior vol 2 ended up resetting him anyway.. AAAARGRGGHHHGGGGHHHGHHHH💥
#and vol 3 gnome laughed on his corpse#GAUAHHHHH MY BUG I NEED HIM TO BE TORMENTED FOREVER BY HIS OWN SELF AND IM WINNING#IM WINNINGGGG!!! GENUINELY REGRETS WHAT HED DONE TILL HES PLAGUED BY HIS OWN SELF FOREVER BECAUSE HES DONE TOO MUCH WOOOOOO!!!#alsooooo im still soo happy this manga FINALLY gave me superior vs own self as doc ock.. hii <33 hiii#SUPERIOR SHOULD HAVE BEATEN HIS DOC OCK SELF WITH HIS BARE FISTS IT WOULD BE SO CATHARTIC YET IT WOULDNT MAKE HIM STOP HATING HIMSELF 💥💥#BUT I ACTUALLY LOOVE HOW OCK USES OTOHA AS LIKE A SHIELD SO SUPERIOR CANT HURT HIM.. CUZ HE WONT HURT INNOCENT CHILDREN !! ‼️#AND HOW SUPERIOR WOULD RATHER DENY HIMSELF THE CHANCE TO LET OUT HIS CONTEMPT FOR HIS PAST AND PUNISH HIMSELF THE WAY HE THINKS HE DESERVES#THAN HURT A CHILD !!#WOO I LOVVVE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT HE WILL LEARN TO CARE FOR OTHERS MORE THAN HE HATES ON HIMSELF !!#NEVER FORGIVING THEM FOR REVERTING ALL OF SUPERIORS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT BEFORE WE GOT MORE COOL STORIES EXPLORING HOW HE DEALS#superior spiderman#superior spider man#spider-man: octopus girl#superior spider-man#spiderman: octopus girl#i may have just ranted in nonsensical blorbo frenzy BUT UAARGHH GOOD SUPERIOR CONTENT FOR ONCEE#elliot tolliver#superior octopus
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More selkie!Elliott HCs - Part 2: The Return
Part 1: The Reveal
I highkey just love writing these. Bear with me, I wrote this at 4 AM and finals are fast approaching for college lol
angst, fluff, fem!farmer, Elliott x farmer, some implied nsfw/suggestive, Elliott as a famous author, comfort, established relationship
REUNITING AFTER HE’S HUMAN AGAIN - VERSION 1 (might write more versions later)
so at this point, Elliott and the farmer have been dating for a while
the farmer knows he’s a selkie
she takes it well and surprisingly (to Elliott, at least) is NOT too concerned about it
one day, Elliott transforms back into a human on an unfamiliar beach
he’s so mad at himself about it because usually, he’s so careful about where he transforms
but not this time
I mean, he was a literal seal, after all, having a consciousness on the level of a human in this form is nearly impossible
But to end up so far from Pelican Town... all the way in ZUZU CITY?
poor Elliott, wearing only his seal skin coat (the coat is below his knees so it’s not THAT bad, y’all) has to find a pay phone or someone with a phone to call the farmer to help him
Side note: I like to imagine it looks like a vintage mink coat so he is honestly still kinda serving looks like that (slay!)
Elliott prays he isn't recognized by any fans as he wanders the city looking for a phone
the farmer practically sprints to his location, she’s missed him so much.
and it’s been a few months since he’s been human…
so once they reunite, they make out, and depending on where they are/if there are people around…. 👀 (iykyk)
eventually, though, Elliott turns to her, still adjusting to talking again since his transformation, but the exhaustion in his voice is impossible to miss. He might even shed a few tears as he leans on the farmer
“my love, can we please return home. I miss our house, our bed, and our beautiful farm dearly”
the farmer will make sure he gets back. She’ll let him sleep with his head on her shoulder on the bus home and will support him as his newly human legs limp back to the farmhouse.
once they’re close enough, she might even carry him
before he can fall asleep again, she’ll draw him a bath and set out comfy pajamas for him for when he’s done
after all, the ocean is not very clean, especially after all the pollution from Joja Co.
the farmer also helps him detangle his hair since it's a mess (Elliott is very appreciative of this, if a bit embarrassed that it got that messy)
she’ll stay up until he joins her in bed, laying under the covers and reading a book
before they fall asleep, Elliott will turn to her and lightly kiss her cheek or neck and press his forehead to hers
“my love?” he asks, “why aren’t you bothered when I depart from you for months? My heart longs for you when I do, but I can't control the call of the sea. I just hope you don’t despise me, my dearest”
the farmer shrugs and caresses his cheek “Eli, I’ve told you this a thousand times. I know your love for me is real and I know you’re true to me. You’ve promised me you always come back, and here you are. Why should I worry if you’ve never broken your promise?”
this means so much to Elliott. He starts crying as he hugs her tightly.
I mean, he was gone for three months, how could she be so blase? How could she just... accept him? Elliott is wracked with guilt
The farmer, meanwhile, is just glad to have him around again
"Eli, it's okay! I get it! You're okay! I'm not mad!"
After a few more minutes of this, he sighs in acceptance.
"My love, you're so good to me"
Eventually, they both fall asleep
I’d also like to imagine that the farmer planned a gathering at the saloon for the day after he’s back.
Like the whole town celebrating his return from “a writing retreat” or an “inspiration vacation”
The farmer totally lied about his whereabouts to keep his secret
the farmer is terrible at lying, but the town believes her, and besides, her and Elliott know the truth.
#i'd like to imagine the farmer is very gremlin core like she's seen it all even before she met him#there will probably be a part 3#if there is a part 3 though#it'll probably be angsty asf#there are so many dramatic and angsty places I can go with this#farmer loves him though for real#he feels the same way for sure though#part 3 might focus on his fame though idk#anyways hope you enjoyed#stardew elliott#stardew valley#stardew bachelors#elliott sdv#stardew elliot#stardew#stardew farmer#elliot x farmer#selkie!elliott#selkie#selkie!elliott x farmer#fem!farmer#flickers posts#miss flicker has something to keep 5ever
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Anti Lucifer League!!
[Open for Best Quality]
#obey me#obey me satan#anti lucifer league#elliot oc#elliot mc#obey me mc#i rlly love them#obey me belphegor#satan obey me#belphegor obey me#animated#animated gif#gif#digital art#obey me fanart#elliot doodles#lucifer better b glad el developed an attachment 2 him bc if they hadn't his life would be MISERABLE#also whoopsie i forgot 2 post this ;9#i was gonna animate a walk sequence with the 3 of them but that's gonna take a minute#i love them sm
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W&W as splatoon EXCEPT I FUMBLED ON WENDELLS I DIDNT KNOW WHAT OCTOLING HAIRSTYLE TO GIVE AND I COULDNT FIGURE OUT A GOOD COMPROMISE 😭
Sorry if Wendell is ugly anyways here’s the full drawing with all of them
srry I haven’t posted here in a while, I probably won’t do the rest of the characters but I might do Bests, Raul and Sister Helley idk I might
Here’s who is what species:
Kat, Wendell, Wild, and Sweetie: Octoling
Siobhan and Sloane: Inklings
#wendell and wild#wendell & wild#wild#kat elliot#my art#splatoon#splatoon 2#splatoon 3#I forgot Wendell’s ribbon on his hat oof#art#splatoon fanart#Wendell’s and wild fanart
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