#muse: ella

[musesreunite]

“It’s no trouble at all. You may stay here as long as you wish. You just have to watch out for my step mother. She’s…well, she doesn’t take kindly to strangers.” Ella told the person before her.

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@dearestagony asked for a Starter

"And there we go", she smiled brightly as she placed the finishing details on the cupcakes they'd been making for one of the playdates that Tommy went to. Their friendship was still somewhat in the beginning stages, with Ella having met Annaleigh through her connection with Saeyoung, but she'd found the woman's strength rather fascinating and, that had somewhat driven her to want to get to know her better too. Outside of what happened with the R.F.A, Ella wasn't usually that great at making her own connections. So much of her life revolved around her music or her brother, and she was fine with that. "How does that look? Oh, and sorry about him", she motioned towards the couch where Ethan had fallen asleep earlier, "He came to help, but I think the last set of tests really tired him out"

[mysteriousxgirls]

open to males 30+

muse: Ella / 28 / gang member

plot: ella watches another gang member get beaten up by y/m (the boss) for screwing up a drug deal. now she tries to stop him before he kills the poor guy.

Ella stood against the dimly lit wall of the warehouse, arms crossed and an air of cool confidence surrounding her. The muffled sounds of fists hitting flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by grunts and the occasional whimper. She could see her boss, unleashing his fury on one of the other members, the poor guy who had screwed up the drug deal. Ella could feel the tension mounting, and she knew she had to intervene before things escalated further. Stepping out of the shadows, she walked towards them with a deliberate sway in her hips, her presence commanding attention. "Hey-" she called out, her voice smooth, laced with a sultry undertone. "Why don’t you take a break? You look like you could use some… distraction." She watched him pause, turning his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he assessed her approach. Ella maintained eye contact, her expression shifting to one of playful challenge. She stepped closer, close enough for him to catch the faint scent of her perfume—a mix of danger and allure. "You know, I’ve got a few ways to help you blow off some steam that don’t involve breaking bones," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned in, brushing her fingertips across his arm, the heat radiating from his skin igniting a thrill within her. "Why waste all that energy on him when you could have me instead?"

[finestmoment]

STYLE ♥ ELLA SUTHERLAND

[musesreunite]

This is going to sting, but we have to clean this." For Ella, from Asteria @from-the-notebook

Ella found a spot to sit down so the woman could look at her wound. “Alright, I’m ready.” She told the other, preparing herself for the pain to come. She felt terrible for holding the woman back from performing her other duties. If only she could be more aware of her surroundings.

@from-the-notebook

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@theircurse asked:

" where are you going ? " ( Ella )

WHAT DO YOU MEAN

She'd been shoving things into her bag so quickly that she hadn't actually noticed she was being watched - which maybe wasn't the brightest idea...she should be trying to keep a better eye on what was happening around her. "...I have to go to the hospital! If Ethan's there then he'd going to need me...and some basic supplies too...you have to help me get out of here". Technically she was being held as a hostage - so there was little chance of her being allowed to go and visit her brother...but that didn't mean that she wasn't going to at least try! "...look - Ethan isn't a bad guy! He just has a way of finding himself in trouble...but he's also really, really fragile...so I have to go and help him...I have no ability of my own so it's not as if I'm a threat or anything! Please, just help me...."

[finestmoment]

ELLA SUTHERLAND ♥

hobbies & likes: bartending, skinny dipping, sunsets, tattoos, playing pool, flirting, beach days, wavy hair, bbqs, surfing, tanning, being boy crazy, stealing her dad’s boat

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

Ella was usually a rather calm girl, the type not to make a big deal whenever she was feeling ill, but at that moment she needed her husband to be supportive! With a groan, she shifted to rest her head against his shoulder, brows knitted in a frown. While it was nice to know that Nòah would be taken care of, she needed comfort for herself too! How could her husband be so cruel?

"Meanie. Aren't you trained in patient care? Shouldn't you be offering some method to ease the pain that your dearest wife is in?". She pouted slightly, but even now her voice remained soft and calm, obviously not serious about the display of anger that she had been attempting to display. It seemed as though she needed a little more practise in such manipulative tactics.

"...if you won't kill me, can you at least get me some ice cream from the freezer? Please?"

@diverse-hearts-ocs asked: "I'm dying...this is the end" - Ella / Sehun (the only time she's over dramatic is with period pains XD) One random, suffering wife - always accepted

The man just poked his wife's shoulder with a stick. He knew that those kind of pains could be truly powerful. He had never felt it by himself as a man, but studying medicine, having a huge interest about how bodies worked and knowing the female long enough helped to know that he didn't even want this pain.

"You seem healthy enough to survive it.", he countered without stopping to poke her, absolutely not worried about her words. He was just simply his usual self, "Look, I will take care of Noah and you just... die in peace, okay?"

[fromfairyland]

fairy friends i'm going to visit pixie hollow soon...

[apicelladonna]

(Ferte in noctem animam meam) Grindeldore one shot, post HBP.

Dumbledore’s steps were slow, each one a battle against the searing pain that coursed through his withered body. The blackened, necrotic flesh of his right hand, throbbed like Greek fire kissed it. He felt the corruption spreading further now, creeping up his his upper torso and nearing the place where he thought his heart would be.

The gates of Nurmengard loomed before him, a once-proud fortress now decayed in the shadow of its former master. He stepped through it, the scent of rot heavy in the air. Dead Aurors and house-elves littered the courtyard, victims of the final assault of the dark lord's quest for answers.

The war had turned, its tides sweeping away what little hope had once flickered. Now, that hope rested on the shoulders of the young. All of them carrying the burden of a world too heavy for a hopeful future.

Each step up the spiral staircase was torture. His breath rattled in his chest, and his vision blurred with pain. But still, he climbed. He knew what awaited him at the top. He knew why he had come.

The door to the tower was ajar. Tom had been here.

He paused for a moment, his weary mind spinning through the possibilities. Tom Riddle had sought out the only other dark wizard who had once held the Elder Wand.

Gellert.

He had come for answers, but he would have found none. Albus knew this because he knew Gellert Grindelwald better than anyone alive.

In his arrogance, his pride, his twisted sense of loyalty, Gellert would never have divulged the truth. Not to Tom. Not to anyone.

And now Albus no longer held the wand. Its allegiance had shifted—first to Draco Malfoy, and who knows where after. Perhaps Voldemort had realized this. Perhaps that was why he had left Gellert like this.

Dumbledore stepped through the doorway into the tower room.

Gellert lay crumpled on the cold stone floor, his thin prison robes hanging limply over his wasted frame. His once-vibrant eyes, those piercing mismatched eyes Albus had known so well, were vacant now, staring at nothing.

He was a hollow shell, a body left to rot where it had fallen. Tom Riddle had not even afforded him the dignity of a final word, a final glance.

Albus took a shaking breath, his heart breaking in a way it hadn't in decades. Gellert. The boy he had loved. The man who had turned into his greatest enemy. And now this—just another casualty of a war that had stretched over lifetimes.

With every ounce of strength he had left, Dumbledore knelt beside him. Pain shot through his body, but he ignored it, his focus solely on Gellert. Gently, he took the rigid, lifeless body in his arms, lifting him so that Gellert could sit upright against the stone wall. The old wizard’s hands shook as he closed Gellert’s eyes, those once-bright eyes that had seen so much of the world’s wonder and darkness alike.

There were no words. What could he say? No eulogy would ever be enough for the complicated, tragic life of Gellert Grindelwald. He had been a visionary and a tyrant, a lover and a monster. And now, he was gone.

No one would come to mourn him. No one would check on the man who had once threatened the very fabric of the magical world. In the midst of another wizarding war, with Voldemort's shadow creeping ever closer, Gellert Grindelwald was just another body, forgotten in the chaos.

And Albus—Albus would soon be another as well.

He leaned back against the cold stone wall, his cursed hand resting limply in his lap. The pain was unbearable now, the curse nearly overtaking his entire body.

But for this moment, there was peace. There, in the silence of the highest tower, with the dead all around, he could rest.

Beside the man he had once loved. Beside his heart.

Beside Gellert.

The world could wait a little longer as Albus closed his eyes, resting on the other wizard's shoulder.

[curious-prophet]

I wish I knew how to plan multi chapter fics because I have two bridgella fic ideas stuck in my head that can’t be written because I suck at planning.

Mayhaps it’s for the best cuz one of them is super dark. Which is saying something cuz they both involve Ella being kidnapped.

[musesreunite]

”Thank you.” Ella smiled warmly at Esmeralda. “I would love to come see the show.” She told the other, looking over at the stage where the events were about to take place. She took notice of the woman being concerned about her. “Oh, yes. Everything is alright.”

@musesreunite continued

“Ella… That’s a beautiful name and it’s lovely to meet you too.” She extended her hand out to shake it. “You’re free to stay as long as you wish. They’re just about to crown the King of Fools, if you wish to watch?” Motioning towards the stage, she studied her face before letting her arm fall down. Esmeralda could see a sense of worry. Something was off. “Is everything alright, Ella?”

[toomuchracket]

girl, so confusing - me looking at lorde's insta photodump of her black eye

[kaitlinamberxo]

“Look, I think it's only fair to warn you that I'm practiced in the ancient art... of origami!” “Paper folding?” “Oh... I was hoping you wouldn't know what that was.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses — 30/100: Ella of Frell

[musesreunite]

(Festival of Fools for Ella)

Seeing a face weaving through the crowd, that she had never seen before, she was intrigued. “Welcome to the Feast of Fools. I don’t believe we have met. I’m Esmeralda.”

@streetwisetemptress

Ella knew she wasn’t supposed to come to the festival. It was orders from her step mother to stay home and clean the house. But she had already caught up with her chores. And she wanted so much to break her stepmother’s rules for once and go to the festival. But she was going to be very careful. She wore a cloak to avoid anyone recognizing her.

Upon her arrival, Ella was in awe with the colorful sights around her. It was everything that she could ever dreamed of. Probably more than she could ever imagine. While strolling through the busy streets, she came upon a woman. “Nice to meet you, Esmeralda. I’m Ella.” She introduced herself softly, worried that her family was near.

[mysteriousxgirls]

Ella swallowed hard, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She couldn’t look at him, not directly, because the hurt in his voice had already started to chip away at the walls she’d so carefully built around herself. “I… I did,” she finally whispered, her voice shaky but firm enough to cut through the suffocating silence. “Joshua, I’m so sorry, I love you but I can’t… I can’t say yes.”

open to women. muse: joshua cromwell. 30 years old. heterosexual. he/him. financial advisor. plot: long term relationship where he thinks this is the next step and your muse doesn’t.

the silence that fills the room as joshua rises from one knee seems to stretch on forever, to the point where he has to be the one to break it. “sorry… i just… did you just say no?”