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In Pursuit Of A Cloud - Elliotly stimboard
✭ with heart/ meat stims
✫ self indulgent!
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#stimboard#stim gifs#stimblr#stimboard account#visual stim#sensory#elliotly#in pursuit of a cloud#music#heart stim#lovecore stim#meatcore#meat stim#tw meat#food stim#red color#red stim#self indulgent
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#tma#elliotly#keyboard keys for breakfast dinner and lunch you see the red drip from my lips i call this snack computer chips WOAH#gore //#do none of you check ops tags to see what the post is about ''its like tma'' ''its like the song'' YEAH ITS MEANT TO BE BOTH#< thats not meant to be rude sorry#originals#and yes the song is about the episode if you didnt knoe#w#hall of fame#pica //
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curtwen. (song is sweet hangman by elliotly)
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I've been seeing stuff around about podcast musicals, but I'm a bit confused, are those also Melliot works?
Nope!
The only Melliot musicals that exist are The Art of Pleasing Princes, Adamandi, and Ghost Story. A good rule of thumb (other than literal credits of a work saying it's by us) is if we post about it on @melliotwrites or melliotwrites.com (e.g., standalone songs like New and Improved Boyfriend Experience), then it's by both of us! (Unless otherwise specified, like when we posted about Mel's play on the Melliot instagram or about elliotly music on the Melliot TikTok, etc.)
I think people use Melliot as a broader term sometimes -- which is OK by us because
a) we are dating lol and pretty much one unit
b) we understand it describes the fandom, which encompasses things Mel might be working on in grad school right now, things I made in my embarrassing teenage years, and things we've both worked on but also with other people (in addition to Melliot stuff.) And the lines are really blurry! Mel has VA'd for some of my stuff, I have directed some of Mel's stuff, etc. To make things worse, I did originally make the Melliot Tumblr out of the skeleton of an old inactive Tumblr I had for a podcast musical. Which I don't think helped the confusion. Whoops.
However, this is a good place to clarify where we like to receive asks and post about different works:
Melliot musicals: @melliotwrites
Other things related to Mel: @pyrotechnicarus
Px11: @perfecttimeseleven or @elliotly
Other things related to Elliot/elliotly music: @elliotly
Hope that helps clear things up!
#melliot#elliotly#mel hornyak#Elliot valentine#adamandi#taopp#perfect times eleven#px11#the art of pleasing princes
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GHOST STORY demo! lyrics under the cut!
HAO:
HERE ARE SOME SWEETS.
CANDIES, APPLE,
HONEY FROM YOUR BEES.
YOU DON’T LIKE SWEETS.
JUST BLACKENED COFFEE,
LEMON-FLAVORED TEAS.
IF I CAN’T TEMPT YOU BACK WITH THESE,
I WILL TRY WITH MEMORY.
THIS LANTERN BRIDGE IS MADE OF WORDS.
PLEASE FOLLOW THEM TO ME.
I’VE ALWAYS LOVED SWEETS,
SEX, AND SLEEPING,
THE PLEASURES OF THE EARTH.
MY MOTHER SAID GODS
DON’T CARE FOR PLEASURE.
THEY SEEK A HIGHER BIRTH.
BUT IF I CAME BACK AS YOUR CAT
OR A WORM INSIDE YOUR EAR.
I COULD STILL STAY WITH YOU
SOMEWHERE VERY NEAR.
I WOULDN’T WANT TO BE A GOD.
CLOUDS ARE ALL THEY CARE ABOUT.
WHEN WE FALL ASLEEP AT NIGHT,
I BREATHE IN
YOU BREATHE OUT
SOME DAYS I COME HOME
SWEATING, WEARY,
ITCHING FOR A FIGHT.
AND THEN YOU TOUCH ME,
TENDER, GOLDEN,
MY CHEST POURS OUT WITH LIGHT.
AND I DON’T NEED TO SAY A WORD,
DON’T NEED WATER, FOOD, OR REST.
LIKE A FISH FINDING THE OCEAN,
MY HEAD DIVES TO YOUR CHEST.
THERE ARE NO THOUGHTS TO CLOUD IT.
NO PROMISES TO DOUBT.
WHEN WE FALL ASLEEP AT NIGHT
I BREATHE IN
YOU BREATHE OUT
ANTHONY:
BUT HOW DO YOU KNOW
WHAT HE’D FEEL IN YOUR PLACE?
YOUR FACES CAN TOUCH
BUT THERE’S ALWAYS A SPACE.
AND THAT TINY REFLECTION
OF YOU IN HIS EYES
DO YOU LOVE HIM OR JUST
WHAT HIS LAST NAME IMPLIES?
(HAO, mildly amused, takes ANTHONY’s hands and gives him one of the incense sticks. They place and light the incense.)
HAO:
WITHOUT LOVE, TASTY SWEETS
LEAVE YOU STARVING FOR MORE
WITHOUT LOVE, YOU HAVE SEX
BUT IT FEELS LIKE A CHORE
WITHOUT LOVE, TASTY SWEETS
LEAVE YOU STARVING FOR MORE
WITHOUT LOVE, YOU HAVE SEX
BUT IT FEELS LIKE A CHORE
BUT WITH LOVE, RUNNING WATER
IS AS FILLING AS STEW
WHAT IF YOU CARE FOR HIM
THE WAY HE CARES FOR YOU?
(JÓZEF begins to become more corporeal as HAO and ANTHONY sing together)
HAO:
YOU MAKE ME NEW SWEETS-
ANTHONY:
YOU BUY ICED COFFEE-
HAO:
WITH SPICES WE SHARED.
ANTHONY:
YOU WAIT UP AT NIGHT-
HAO:
YOU ROAST ME A PEPPER-
ANTHONY:
YOU HUM WHEN I’M SCARED.
ANTHONY/HAO:
AND YOU DON’T NEED TO SAY A WORD.
I’D DO THE SAME FOR YOU.
PASSING FAVORS BACK AND FORTH,
MAKING ONE LIFE OUT OF TWO.
WHY DENY THE SWEETS
YOU’D HAVE A BITTER LIFE WITHOUT?
WHEN WE FALL ASLEEP AT NIGHT
(HAO touches a hand to ANTHONY’s wrist to stop him from singing)
HAO:
I BREATHE IN.
(He waits.)
HAO:
I BREATHE IN.
(He waits.)
HAO:
I BREATHE IN.
JÓZEF:
(with great effort)
I BREATHE OUT.
(HAO looks up, finally seeing JÓZEF for the first time, and collapses into his arms.)
#melliot#ghost story musical#ghost story demo#new musical#musical demo#musicals#theater#theatre#elliotly
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Battle of the Fear Bands B1R1: The Spiral
Eating my Computer:
"It's genuinely a song written about a spiral episode of TMA. What more could you need?"
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Slide into the void:
"Technically this song is about control (the game) but this is an incredibly spiral coded song. It has everything - the breakdown of the mind, of reality, mazes and fractals and dreams oh my."
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Eating my computer:
Hello, I see you wanted to talk It's been so cold, no, don't turn this off I've got something to show you A little video to get to know you The quality's not great but look! There's me Putting something in my mouth; it's a computer key I look at you sadly as I start to eat You didn't even wish me "bon appetit"
And I'm eating my computer Crunch, crunch, crunch Keyboard keys for breakfast, dinner, and lunch You see the red drip from my lips I call this snack computer chips Woah And I'm chewing up bits of the screen but it's glass So it's cutting into my throat as I swallow the mass Of crystal and the blood continues to fall I won't leave until you watch it all
You see me on every single screen This video is seventeen hours long Your power's running low (Oh) It's two a. m. and you open your phone For a moment you know you're alone in your home And then there's me, eating real slow
And I'm eating my computer Crunch, crunch, crunch Keyboard keys for breakfast, dinner, and lunch You see the red drip from my lips I call this snack computer chips Woah And I'm chewing up bits of the screen but it's glass So it's cutting into my throat as I swallow the mass Of crystal and the blood continues to fall I won't leave until you watch it all
I'm what you see on your screen But your friends can't see me What you feel isn't real These pixels can't be me A man trapped in a machine If there's a God, how could he be so mean
I'm what you see on your screen But your friends can't see me What you feel isn't real These pixels can't be me A man trapped in a machine If there's a God, how could he be so mean
I'm what you see on your screen But your friends can't see me What you feel isn't real These pixels can't be me A man trapped in a machine If there's a God, how could he be so mean
I'm what you see on your screen But your friends can't see me What you feel isn't real These pixels can't be me A man trapped in a machine If there's a God, how could he be so mean
And I'm eating my computer Crunch, crunch, crunch Keyboard keys for breakfast, dinner, and lunch You see the red drip from my lips I call this snack computer chips Woah And I'm chewing up bits of the screen but it's glass So it's cutting into my throat as I swallow the mass Of crystal and the blood continues to fall I won't leave until you watch it all
And I'm eating my computer Crunch, crunch, crunch Keyboard keys for breakfast, dinner, and lunch You see the red drip from my lips I call this snack computer chips Woah And I'm chewing up bits of the screen but it's glass So it's cutting into my throat as I swallow the mass Of crystal and the blood continues to fall I won't leave until you watch it all
And I'm collapsing onto my table I ate as much as I was able to Now it's time to say goodbye I give you a smile
Slide into the void:
You hear our words, but you forget Push your fingers through the surface to the wet We wait in the stains, we build you 'til nothing remains In the name of the sound of the name
Repeat the word. Repeat the word. Repeat the word Egg cracks and the truth will emerge A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy You are home. You remind us. Happy. Hurt
At the edge of understanding, the border of the known The breaking point of reason, where logic is dethroned Where sense is defenceless and festers on the bone You'll find entropy's offensive is rendered in the stone
As you roam through the Oldest House Home to all that you weren't told about Trapped within a labyrinth, it goes without saying That we're praying that they don't get out
Prison for the isn't, sitting hinged within a schism Of half-reflected architecture, dark unending prisms Part objective, part conjecture, partnered with tradition Where the paperwork is worshipped and the rituals are written
When the Black Rock cracks and the Firebreak ends The Director is left as the line of defence When the Trenches have fallen to forces unknown Perhaps you should answer the phone
If you can't place the pin Where patterns end and you begin Follow the Director Else you're gonna slide into the void But if the world you knew Has cracked and fallen through Go to the Projector Load another slide into the void
There's the strangest correlation observation will present In the systems we can witness and the signals they have sent These forces yet unknowable, that ripple through cement Inscrutable intrusions. Altered World Events
Where reality cracks and impacts on the next Dimensions fragment and the Astral projects On benign, undefined, archetypal objects Until Ordinary's torn up, and normal defects
In effect, what you're left with are OoPs Objects of Power, a flying TV A light that can hijack your mind as you see A safe that's encased in a shield of debris
These frequencies are frequently the key to what's perceived to be And vis-à-vis are feeding off the reaches of the mind But recently, the sequence has repeated and repeated And it leaves me with the theory that they're trying to get inside
You hear our words, but you forget Push your fingers through the surface to the wet We wait in the stains, we build you 'til nothing remains In the name of the sound of the name (How do you say "insane"?)
Repeat the word. Repeat the word. Repeat the word Egg cracks and the truth will emerge A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy You are home. You remind us. Happy. Hurt
If you can't place the pin Where patterns end and you begin Follow the Director Else you're gonna slide into the void But should your world collapse And fall right off the maps Go to the Projector Load another slide into the void
The Director is the Bureau's one connection to the Board Obey the mighty Bakelite and file your reports Telephony in effigy must never be ignored So if you hear a ringing, you had better pull the cord
And explore the décor of the Oceanview Where the doors only open for a chosen few Check your logic at the desk, you won't need it to progress A dream is just a test to be broken through
Like the smoke entombed in the rooms of the ashtray Furniture fractals, the carpet cascades Lost in a labyrinth of lounge chairs and lampshades Wallpaper warps into infinite pathways
There's no limit to the dangers of phenomenon we keep Or the chaos that would reign should the Panopticon be breached This never-ending edifice is perched upon the precipice Since we let in the Resonance, the future's under siege
If you can't place the pin Where patterns end and you begin Follow the Director Else you're gonna slide into the void But if you see the seams Where motels meld with dreams Go to the Projector Load another slide into the void
I've analyzed the data, I've catalogued the signs Run every simulation, every sample I can find I'd give an explanation, but we haven't got the time We're drowning in the waveforms and our minds are in the tide
Of elegant malevolence, sequestered in the Resonance Nesting in the head of every denizen Tell me, is it heaven-sent? Is the Devil even relevant? When questioning the presence of dimensional intelligence?
Thresholds unfold as a door that knocks In the ticking, in the ticking, in the ticking of the clocks We are holding the key, we just don't see the locks Paradise and parasite, in parallel, in paradox
We stand on a mantle where matter divides To abstractive fractures that tangle and writhe Through cracks in reality, trapped in a slide Such intangible sanctuary Hedron provides
Breaking the first, the second, the third The fourth wall, fifth wall, no floor, you fall Earworm humming in a dream Baby, baby, baby, yeah. Just plastic
You want to listen You want to dream You want to smile You want to hurt You don't want to be
You want to listen You want to dream You want to smile You want to hurt You don't want to be
If you can't place the pin Where patterns end and you begin Follow the Director Else you're gonna slide into the void But should your towers fall Free your mind and heed the call Go to the Projector Load another slide into the void
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To one of these girls, something was wrong.
The boys had red eyes and their teeth seemed too long.
One boy saw her, bloody gaze steady.
He said, “Dear, are you going already?”
@elliotly
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shitty adamabdi scribble (i can't draw and my materials r eyeshadow and crayola kids markers lmao) (ignore the hands-)
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Pressed Rose - Elliotly stimboard
✭ with light green/ pastel pink stims
✫ self indulgent!
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#stimboard#stim gifs#stimblr#stimboard account#visual stim#sensory#elliotly#music#green stim#pink stim#tw knife#tw sharp objects#self indulgent
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"But she forgave me after I stole her a Nobleman's Horse."
casually drawing my oc named elliott... on an @elliotly single.. haha im so funny
ANYWAYS the album cover is uhh. Nobleman's Horse. BUT ITS THE SINGLE.
EXTEND 2 SEE HIS LIKE SHEET THING.
(ignore that i said he's my oc he's literally my headmate LMAO)
if you cant read:
ELLIOTT
HE/THEY
TRANS (FTM)
LUCIFERS EX
WORKS AT THE HOTEL (WILLINGLY)
(context: hazbin introjects. our innerworld is a hotel)
then the lyrics next to that are uhh
in the quiet of the night
i dream of you so tight
longing for your touch so true
every moment feels brand new
i cant wait to hold you
and kiss you when you're mine
thought we'd just be friends
but lovin' yous just fine!
which is an original song i made up for our partner sys
#art#ambrose art#album art#album cover art#album cover#noblemans horse#elliotly#i was listening to elliotly while doing this#oc artwork#oc#original character
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song to go insane to by elliotly is so solangelo coded
#prove me wrong#you can't#solangelo#percy jackson#rick riordan#riordan universe#riordanverse#lgbt#lgbt pride#lgbtq#lgbtq+#lgbtq community#lgbtqia#pride#gay#shipping#elliotly#music
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Annual I use he/him pronouns reminder, idk where else to put it, it's on all my bios and social medias 👍 and I have not used other pronouns so if you see sources saying otherwise they are probably talking about a different person! Pls don't they/them me
#e.g. I think there's a musician who's more public facing with a similar name that ppl confuse me with#but they are white and uses they/them?#so maybe search results come up for them when you look up elliotly#at least someone on YouTube has asked me this bc different sources have apparently said diff pronouns so that's my guess#elliotly#Elliot valentine#adamandi#the art of pleasing princes
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new GHOST STORY demo! lyrics under cut
ANTHONY:
IF WE MET UP AGAIN
WE WOULD GET COCOA
ARRANGED OVER TEXT
IN YOUR TACITURN WAY
IF WE MET UP AGAIN
SOMEWHERE IN NOHO
I’D GET A PASTRY
‘CAUSE I KNOW YOU’D PAY
AND I’D HAVE COMPOSURE BUT I’D BE DIRECT
ASK FOR SOME CLOSURE BUT ASK WITH RESPECT
YOU’VE BEEN SET UP AGAIN
WHO ARE YOU DATING?
DO YOU BUTCHER HIS NAME?
IS THIS A TREND?
THOUGH IF YOU CHANGE TASTE IN MEN,
IS THAT MORE GRATING?
IF HE’S WHITE OR MORE AMERICAN;
SO HOTTER IN COMPARISON;
BETTER AT PLAYING PRETEND?
AND WOULD YOU DARE TELL ME MY ACCENT IMPROVED?
OR WOULD YOU STARE BLANKLY, POLITELY REMOVED?
LAST WEEKEND, IN A PARTY GAME
I SAID IF I KILLED A PERSON
YOU COULD BE THAT PERSON
IF I HAD TO LOSE ONE
AND IF I REALLY HAD TO
IN THE HYPOTHETICAL
YOU WOULD BE THAT PERSON
IF I HAD TO CHOOSE ONE
IF WE MET UP, I’D HIDE BEHIND YOUR OFFICE WATER COOLER
AND STAB YOU IN THE NECK WITH AN ADJUSTABLE RULER
THAT THIN METAL ONE YOU KEEP INSIDE YOUR PENCIL CASE
YOU CAN MEASURE THE INCHES I SHOVE IN YOUR FACE
IF WE MET UP, I’D GUT YOU IN THE ALLEY BY A CLUB
OR YOUR FAVORITE OVERPRICED GASTROPUB
I’D SLIP SOME POISON INTO YOUR GLASS OF WHISKEY NEAT
SCATTER YOU AROUND THE PARK FOR SOME RACCOONS TO EAT
IF WE MET UP AGAIN…
IF WE MET UP AGAIN
WE WOULD GET COCOA
WHAT’S IN THE COCOA?
WHO CAN SAY
#ghost story#ghost story musical#demo#demos#musical theatre#musicals#melliot#elliotly#new musical#theatre#theater#SoundCloud
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Someone tell me what kind of disconnect I have to have in my brain when I listen to Elliotly's 'Through My Door' for FOUUUUR YEARS. AND ONLY NOW AM I REALIZING ITS ACTUALLY M E A N T TO BE A MICHAEL SHELLY SONG. FUCKED UP INNIT. THIS SAT ON MY SPIRAL PLAYLIST FOR YEARS JUST BC OF THE NAME AND I LISTENED TO IT OFTEN AND STILL THIS IS ONLY NOW CLEAR TO ME??!??!
#ohp its me again#tma#the magnus archives#elliotly#through my door#michael shelly#im so fucked up over this#family guy pose knocked out on the floor#how#sir how
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So, I was listening to Episode 65 of the Magnus archives "Binary" for the first time and it reminded of the song "Eating my computer" from Elliorly's album pressed rose
It's actually kinda 1 to 1
Since its from 2021 and the episode from like 2017, is Elliotly secretly a Magnus archive fan or is there a creepypasta about the guy stuck in a computer eating it?
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