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lovelettersfromluna · 2 months

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Compass

Summary: I’ve got something to confess, I keep you in my pocket to use. You’re my only compass, I might get lost with you.

an: let’s ignore the fact that I’ve been gone for a long time, yeah? Hehe. this most definitely is not the fic that I’ve been working on literally the entire time I’ve been gone (that’s coming don’t worry), but I got this idea at 2 in the morning and I had to jump on it IMMEDIATELY. Hope you all like it mwah mwah love you.

Warnings: SMUT!! Minors please for the love of everything that is good, do not interact, modern day vampire!Ellie, semi graphic descriptions of blood and wounds, shy!reader, Ellie bites you a lot, Ellie feeds on you and honestly it’s borderline soft core porn, fingering Ellie!receiving, grinding, mentions of bruises, Ellie is extremely fucking strong, Ellie watches you in your sleep/can get into your apartment without a key, let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

You aren’t really sure how you and Ellie became friends.

Well, you are, maybe a better question would be why you two became friends. You were both so different, you were convinced the first time you met that she hated you. The night filled with quick glances as she damn near avoided speaking to you like you were the fucking plague. It took you a bit to not take it too personally, reminding yourself that you weren’t for everyone, and that was okay! So what if the mutual friend didn’t like you…it wasn’t the end of the world.

So, it came to a surprise to you when a few nights after meeting Ellie passed, you had not one, not two, but three of your friends texting you and asking you if it was okay if they gave her your number…

Because she’d asked for it.

And suddenly you’re texting each other every day, and well into the wee hours of the night. You know, like one of those friendships. The ones that makes you smile every time you see their name pop up on your phone, or the ones where you send each other stupid videos on TikTok all day just to talk about them on a different messaging platform, because of course you’re interacting with each other every where that you have a presence.

Ellie becomes your best friend before you even realize it, and it makes you realize that maybe she didn’t dislike you as much as you thought before.

It always did confuse you a bit in the beginning how you two got along so well. You were both so different from one another. Ellie was a party animal, you were a home body. Ellie was up late at night, you were up early in the morning. If Ellie was the moon, then you were the sun. Polar opposites coming together to find a home in one another, the most unusual pairing stuck by the hip from that point on.

You of course, kept all each other’s secrets. You’d learned very early on that no one really knew much about Ellie, which you simply chalked up to her being a private person. However, she seemed eager to tell you any and everything about her. Like her dad, she’d talk about him all the time, you figured on early on that she really loved him. Or whenever she had a a new fling going, you’d be the first to know of course. She’d even told you about the time she threw away her dad’s playboy magazine after stealing it from him, which she swore she’d never told a soul.

She wanted to know all about you too! Your favorite color, favorite animal, childhood crush, family relationships. Truthfully? If you weren’t so oblivious, you would’ve seen a long time ago that Ellie was the slightest bit obsessed with you.

But you loved her, and you trusted her with your life, so you told her everything! Because you didn’t keep things from each other.

So, on a night out with everyone else, Ellie disappears, and of course you try to look for her, asking around only to be told that everyone saw her leave. Going outside to make sure she’s okay is the only logical thing to do, right? You have to make sure she’s okay.

What you don’t expect though, is when you look down a dark alleyway a few buildings down from the club you’re at, and spot the tall figure of your friend tucked into the brick wall of the dark corner, shielding way whatever it is that’s behind her. You call out for her, and when she turns around you gasp.

Because her eyes were red, and not red like you haven’t gotten any sleep, or you’ve been crying, the green of her eyes are now red, bloodshot red, and she’s holding a lifeless body in her tattooed arms…and there’s blood covering her pink lips, dripping down her chin.

Yeah, Ellie was a vampire.

You let out a gentle yawn as your hand went down to grab the remote control to your tv, your other hand coming up to rub your eyes a bit, a sorry attempt at trying to wake yourself up enough to get from the couch to go to your bed.

You pouted softly, lazily bringing your phone up to check the time before you sighed, finally finding the strength in you to push yourself up off the couch to leave your living room.

Work had been absolutely plowing you into the ground, your publicist constantly hounding you to keep working on the most recent installment of your book series. It was just so fucking hard, everytime you sat down in front of your computer, it was like writing your own book was the last thing you wanted to do.

It was draining you, and it felt like every time you finished a set of chapters, your brain was complete mush.

The upside though, was that it tired you out enough to completely knock out once you were in bed.

A gentle sigh left your lips once your head hit your soft pillow, plush blankets wrapping around your body, sliding down your bare legs and making you feel absolutely blissful. You couldn’t even stop yourself from the soft smile on your lips as your eyes grey heavy, the low lighting in your room making you feel all the more cozy, all the more warm.

You were out in seconds, soft snores leaving your sleeping body as you entered a world of dreams, escaping reality for a few measly hours before you were bombarded with the real world around you in the morning.

Ellie was on the other side of town, or at least, leaving the other side of town. It was late, and while she did love to be a creature of the night, there was something that sounded much more inviting than a glass of whiskey and a cigarette.

You, of course.

You were Ellie’s kryptonite, the single thing in this entire fucked up world that convinced her there was something worth living for, in her case, existing for. You were so fucking good, so sweet, so forgiving of literally everything. There were too many times that Ellie recalled where she wasn’t even sure you were real, perhaps another mythical creature much like herself, sent to this world to lure others into a trap that was just as filthy and terrible as the rest of the world.

But you weren’t…there were never any cons or secrets that you held, and if you did hold any secrets, you were more than willing to let Ellie in on them. No…no you were different.

God were you different.

Ellie recalls the night she first laid eyes on you like it was yesterday, her cold, dead heart jolting back to life for only a second when she saw you, at least that’s what it felt like. Your smile radiant in the dim, multicolored lights of the club, cheeks shining, eyes twinkling, like an angel sent from above. Ellie almost felt like a being as evil, and sour as she wasn’t worthy of being in the same room as you.

And god…your fucking smell.

Ellie could go on about it for hours. Sure, you were remarkable without it, but it was just the icing on the cake, the twisting of the knife in her chest.

She has mastered the art of walking into a room filled with warm bodies pumped full of blood and while ago, her throat burning with the urge to sink her teeth into her next poor victim. It was easy, annoying, but easy, and she couldn’t really remember the last time she struggled being around anyone, especially friends, or even friends of a friend.

But the second she saw you, your sweet, dulcet smell wafting against her nose, she was transported back in time. Back to a time where she was but a young vampire, clueless of the world around her, of her new life, adapting to something she didn’t even know existed before all of this, without a single guide or a fucking pamphlet for gods sakes.

It made her eyes widen, and she stopped breathing instantly to try and dull the scent of you sneaking into her nostrils and down into her eager throat. She noticed the way you pouted and sighed whenever she’d ignore you, or give her nothing but a brief response whenever you tried to get to know her. She could tell this wasn’t your thing, the night life, partying, you were here because someone asked it of you, and you being the good friend you are would never let anyone you cared about down.

Despite Ellie being a total dick to you because she simply couldn’t control herself around you, you sucked it up, carried on and stayed until everyone else decided to leave.

Watching you leave that night, made Ellie realize you weren’t something she could pass up.

Asking for your number was probably the best thing Ellie had ever done in her immortal life. Speaking to you was far better than thinking about you constantly, and after she’d convinced herself she wouldn’t do anything stupid with you, she was finally ready to introduce herself to you, the right way.

It’s how she constantly found herself like this, searching for your warm embrace around her cold, dead body every time she found the opportunity. She’d come to you when she was done working, she’d come to you when the girls at the bar were boring her, she’d even come to you when she simply knew you were home and she had nothing to do.

Ellie hummed softly as she looked up at your apartment building, the warm summer breeze wafting against her skin as she stared up at your window, the white curtains blowing out with the wind. She sighs to herself.

“Told you to stop leaving your window open…” she mumbles softly to herself.

The human eye wouldn’t ever be able to catch the way Ellie climbs up the side of your building, her arms and legs scaling it like a pro, making it look as simple as walking, or even breathing. It’s too fast, and in the blink of an eye, she’s at your balcony, long fingers pulling back your curtains to get a look at your sleeping figure.

She watches as your chest rises and falls, your blanket covering your sleeping frame, bare legs kicked out from under them, shining under the moonlight. She isn’t sure how long she stays there at your window staring at you, watching in awe as you do something as simple as sleep.

It isn’t until you shift slightly in your sleep, a dreamy sigh leaving your lips, that Ellie finally pushes her long legs over your window to step into your room, sneaker clad feet pressing onto the wooden floor of your bedroom.

She looks around for a moment, taking a deep inhale as she lets your scent wash over her for a moment, eyes fluttering shut as she simply lets you consume her, fill her up and make her feel whole again.

Make her feel alive again.

You never really understood it, why Ellie lingered when she hugged you, face pressed at the nape of your neck, swaying you slowly as she clung to you longer than normal. Well…you did know, at least you’d find out later on when Ellie finally explained everything to you…what she was, how it happened.

Although, it was only half what you thought. Sure, the smell of your blood made Ellie’s mouth water, her nostrils flare and her throat burn, but it was so much more than that. You made her feel whole, and even if it were a few seconds, she was going to make the most of it every time she got the chance.

And that’s what she felt when she was in your little room. The cool breeze filling up the space, the dim lights casting a warm glow over you because you couldn’t sleep in the dark. You used the excuse of creating an ambiance for yourself when you slept, but Ellie knew you far better than that. It was like you’d perfected the feeling of comfort, bottled it up and sprayed it around your room every other day.

The wind blowing your curtains a bit harder caught Ellie’s attention, and she sighed softly as she walked over to it and shut it. She had told you time and time again to quit it, warning you about the weirdos that would love to take advantage of a pretty girl with her window open while in the most vulnerable state.

Even though the only weirdo that ever snuck into your room through said window, was Ellie. If anything, your little habit only fueled Ellie’s addiction for you further.

The sound of your window closing makes you groan softly in your sleep, and at that sound, Ellie knows she’s done it.

While she wanted nothing more than for you to be awake when she came over, she hated waking you. You looked so fucking serene when you slept, and Ellie felt like the devil himself whenever she accidentally ripped you away from that, even if the only thing she wanted was for you to be awake and talking to her.

Your body twists and turns a bit, slowly finding its way out of the drowsy state of sleep you were in. You let out a gentle yawn before one of your hands come up to rub your eyes, moments before you turn to your side to face her, hand resting between your cheek and your pillow as your eyes open and focus on the tall frame standing in front of your bed.

Ellie is convinced nothing scares you, because for as long as she’d been doing this, sneaking into your bedroom and watching you sleep, on the rare occasion that you wake up and catch her, you never seem scared. You don’t gasp or scream, you don’t even flinch when you see the dark, looming presence stood there in front of you. Ellie was sure the first time you caught her there, that you’d scream in horror before calling the police on her.

But you never did. You always stared at her with a sleepy smile, eyes puffy with sleep, lips a bit swollen, looking at her as if she were your favorite person in the entire world.

And like all those nights before, you do the same. A gentle yawn falls from your lips as you rub your eyes once more before tugging your blanket further up your shoulder.

“Ellie…” you sigh out softly, and you sound so fucking dreamy, so beautiful does her name sound falling from her lips. It makes Ellie weak in the knees.

She walks over to you slowly, smiling softly down at you as she grows closer and closer to your bed until she’s standing over you, one of her hands coming down and running around your blanket clad shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Wanted to come visit…sorry I woke you” she hums soft, her hand traveling up until it reaches your face, one of her fingers caressing your cheek ever so slightly. Your eyes flutter shut at this, and she can see that the gesture alone is nearly enough to lull you back to sleep.

“S’okay…I wake up in the middle of the night all the time…you know that” you assure her, words falling with yet another yawn before you open your sleepy eyes up again to stare up at her.

Before she can even speak though, your content expression is replaced with one of worry as you finally get the chance to focus on her face, your eyebrows furrowing as you prop yourself up on your elbow, your other hand reaching up to touch her cheek as you become more and more alert with each passing moment.

“Are you okay Ellie? You look…why are your eyes so…” you mumble, now on your knees to reach her better, your face in front of hers as your eyes search hers.

She looked pale, paler than usual. Her lips were chapped, eyes dull and sunken in, she looked like she hadn’t slept in centuries, like all the life had been sucked out of her. And while that technically was the case, Ellie often looked vibrant for her dead state, eyes sharp and alert, green eyes almost fluorescent with color when you looked into them.

Immediately, you know what was wrong.

“When’s the last time you…had something to eat?” You ask sternly, eyebrows furrowed and a firm frown on your pouty lips.

That was another thing…Ellie hadn’t properly fed in about two weeks, going on three now.

She let out a gentle sigh, her hands resting on your hips as your own rested on her cheeks, cupping her face and forcing her to look into your eyes even though she avoided eye contact.

She hated when you saw her this way, so weak, so small. She liked it when she was the best version of herself, the version that was well fed, agile and strong. Not like this, not like when she was turning into a shell of the woman she once was.

“I…it’s just been a few nights, angel…it’s no big deal” she tries, giving your hips a firm squeeze as she attempts to convince you that she was fine. However her appearance and her voice is a dead giveaway that she’s lying, the sound hoarse and scratchy, sounding as if she’d been clawing at her throat for days to ease the pain she felt.

“You can’t lie to me, Ellie. You look horrible” you scold the girl.

She lets out a sigh, and she almost feels ashamed of herself. Sure, there were times where a meal was a bit harder to come by, people becoming a bit more aware of the danger that lingered when she was near, but god, Ellie couldn’t remember a time where it was this bad. It was like every single time she got someone in her arms, trapped in her little scheme, something cock blocked her entirely from finishing the deed.

And the more times that happened, the weaker she got.

“I’ve just been really unlucky…okay? Most of us do this in packs or with a fucking partner at least…it gets tricky when you’re on your own” she finally admitted, a gentle sigh falling from her lips as she leaned down to rest her head against your shoulder, pressing her weight against you in the process, as it was slowly becoming unbearable to hold it up herself at this point.

“M’just going through a thing right now, baby…don’t worry about it” she mumbled against you, lips ghosting over your soft skin as she again tried to assure you she’d been fine.

Ellie had always made it a point to never get as low as this, and if she did, she made it a point to never let you see her. What would her sweet best friend think of her if the monster she truly was had the chance to shine through? How would you ever allow her in your presence again once you finally realized how disgusting she truly was?

What Ellie didn’t know, is that you didn’t think any of those things. You could never find her to be a monster or disgusting, you adored her far too much to ever see her that way. No, what you did think when you saw her that way, were any of the things you could do to help her. That was the only thing you wanted, to help her.

You don’t even think twice before you say it, giving yourself a moment to mull over the idea and weigh out the pros and cons before it’s escaping the confides of your mind and making its debut out into your bedroom.

“Feed on me” you blurt out, so quickly you aren’t even sure Ellie fully catches it properly.

But she does, Ellie hears every word, every syllable, she can even hear the way your heart beat quickens after you’ve said it.

She’s slowly lifting her head from your shoulder, eyebrows furrowed and lips frowning as she stares down at you, your eyes wide and hopeful, hopeful that she’ll take the offer, that she’ll allow you to give yourself to her for the sake of her wellbeing.

“No.” She deadpans without a second thought. She doesn’t even give herself a second to indulge in the idea of it, knowing how badly it could end, how terrible it could be with one wrong move, or one gulp too much. Ellie knows that this is nothing to toy with, especially with you.

You’re quickly shaking your head once she rejects your offer, your hands falling from her face to rest down on her shoulders, leaning in a bit to press your body closer to hers.

“Ellie…look at yourself. How were you even able to climb up here?” You plead with the girl, giving her shoulders a gentle squeeze before you inhale deeply.

“I’m giving you permission…I want you to do this” your words almost come out like a beg, wanting nothing more than to simply help the girl, to help a friend in need that clearly needed it.

And you knew deep down, that no matter what, Ellie would never hurt you.

Ellie knew it too. She knew that she wouldn’t go too far to take your life away from you. She had been around long enough to have the self control to stop whenever she knew you’d had too much.

However, that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be hard.

She inhaled deeply, giving your hips a gentle squeeze before she finally brought her own eyes up to look into yours. Her pink tongue darted out to run along her lips, wetting the chapped skin before she let out a gentle sigh.

“You’ll tell me when it becomes too much…right?” She asks, desperate for confirmation from you that you won’t let her go too far, even if she wanted to.

You give her a bright smile, a gentle giggle leaving your lips as you nod. “I will…now go on…sooner you do this, the sooner I can sleep” you tease her playfully, which makes her groan softly with a pout.

She sighed softly, reaching forward and pushing your hair to the side to expose the soft, supple skin of your neck. Her eyes zeroed in on it, and she could practically see your pulse from beneath your skin, making her shudder at the thought of it. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your throat, which earns a gentle sigh from you.

“This’ll hurt…” she mumbles against you, peppering your skin with gentle kisses. You simply tilt your head further to the side, resting your temple against her shoulder as your arms hang loosely around her neck, your body pressed against hers.

“Mm…I’ll be okay” you mumble out sleepily, your fingers coming up to toy with the hair at the nape of her neck.

Ellie can feel the way your pulse slows under her lips, and she has to stop herself from groaning due to how fucking strong your smell was right now with your body pressed against hers. She knew that the longer the stood her, mouthing away at your neck instead of actually feeding, she’d just keep you from getting back to the rest that she had interrupted in the first place.

It was now or never.

She sighed softly, swallowing thickly before she opened her mouth a bit wider, fangs protruding out from her gums and taking their rightful place. She let them graze your skin, the sharp teeth sure to leave scratches from something as small as a graze, before she finally latched her lips to your throat, and sunk her teeth into your flesh.

Now…Ellie had her fair share of tasty meals within her immortal life time. There were maybe a handful of people that left a faint memory in her head, better than most of the others she’d fed on in her past, so she was no stranger to a warm body with a nice taste.

But you? God….there was nothing in this world that could’ve prepared Ellie for how fucking…divine you taste. It was like liquid gold on her tongue, the smell that had plagued her mind from the moment she met you a mere tease to the real deal. It made Ellie moan against you, her eyes fluttering shut as her tattooed hands clawed at your waist, gripping the skin so tightly she was sure to leave bruises, pressing you flush against her body.

She could practically feel the essence of your life filling her up and bringing all of her strength back, replacing the once empty, dull feeling in her body with one that could only be described as rejuvenation. The taste you gave her flowing into her mouth and making her feel like she’d died and gone to heaven.

The noises you made only aided Ellie in her blissful state, tiny moans and huffs leaving your lips as you continued massaging her scalp with gentle fingers, allowing her to take whatever she needed from you.

Ellie knew she could’ve drained you, taken every last drop of your life and left you dry. She could do it ten times over if it were an option, however it wasn’t, and she knew at the back of her head she could only take what she needed, and nothing more. So she knew once your grip around her neck loosened a bit, that she needed to stop.

She unlatched from your neck breathlessly, your crimson blood painting her plush lips, red eyes blown out wide as she eyed the damage she’d done to your poor neck, the punctures filling Ellie’s chest with a sense of pride as some of your blood and her saliva dripped down the base of your throat. She leaned in, licking you clean before pressing a gentle kiss to the wound, groaning softly as when she heard you hum softly.

“All…finished?” You mumbled out with a dreamy smile on your lips, eyes half lidded as you stared up at the girl who had just nearly sucked you dry.

Ellie stared down at you with a look of disbelief, the back of her hand coming up and wiping her lips. “You said you’d tell me to stop…” she groaned softly as she gently set you down to lay back on your bed.

You let out a soft yawn, nodding as you tugged your blanket up with a weak hand to drape over your body. “I was…you stopped sooner than anticipated” you giggled out sleepily before you eyed the girl from your bed, already feeling the drowsy affects of sleep taking over.

“You look better already, El…” your compliment made her dead heart swell. She could feel it too, your life coursing through her veins and bringing back all of the good aspects of being immortal, the strength, the radiance, all of it brought back because of you.

She chuckled softly at your words, walking over to your closet and grabbing your first aid kit, fishing a little band aid out before walking back towards you. She sat at the edge of the bed, her pointer and middle finger pushing your jaw up slightly to get a look at the wound she’d given you.

“Here…so you don’t get blood on your pillow” she explains as she pressed the bandaid to your neck. You simply hum in response, and Ellie knows you’re probably already asleep. Between being tired before all of this, and losing blood, she expected for you to be out like a light long before she bid you a goodnight.

She stays a bit longer after you’ve fallen asleep, her long limbs crawling over your body to lay in bed with you, marveling at the way the color returned to your body, the way your chest rose and fell slowly, the way your lips would part with a gentle sigh ever so often. She’d let her hands caress your skin, watching as goosebumps appeared to trail after them. She simply appreciated how human you were, how warm and responsive you were even during sleep.

She leaves once the sun begins to peak above the horizon, knowing you’d want your privacy when you woke up in a few hours. She makes sure to close your window after she’s left too, scaling down the building much quicker than she did when she first arrived.

And while she walks home, the sun slowly casting a warm glow onto the city she lived in, she knew that she’d made a mistake by feeding on you.

Because now? She was completely and utterly ruined for anyone else that she’d feed on after you.

Bloodlust

The word had entirely different meaning for those like Ellie, creatures of the night that fed on the essence of life, the scarlet, metallic liquid that flowed and pumped throughout the bodies of the living.

She had heard of it happening to other vampires, in an instance of finding the human being that acted as a drug to them, making it hard to function without their taste on their tongues. It was an occasion that only ever happened when there was a mutual agreement between a vampire and a human, a hunter/prey proposition that acted in a more…ethical way.

It consumed the one feeding, making it hard to function without the person near, almost creating an inseparable bond between the two, paired with a constant line of food with it as well. It took over nearly everything, mind, body, soul, all of it belonging to the person they fed on, the human often times having more control over the vampire.

Ellie never really believed in it, instead viewing blood as something that was of and in itself, the same all the time. Sure, there were some people that tasted better than others, but blood was blood, no matter who the person was, they were more or less all the same at the end of the day. A meal was a meal, and that was that.

So if that was true, why were you the only thing on Ellie’s mind every waking second after the night she fed on you?

You were always on Ellie’s mind before it all, lingering at the back, making her smile when she thought of something silly you’d said to her earlier in the week, face beaming whenever you’d send a text her way, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary that you were on her mind.

She thought of it constantly, the way you were so…so fucking eager for her, a sense of intimacy lingering in the air of an act so selfless. Your pouty lips parted as you moaned and sighed her name, her lips attached to your neck as you gave her everything. Feeding was always something that felt the slightest bit romantic, the closeness of it all.

But you…doing it with you was different than anything she’d ever experienced.

She knew it meant nothing to you, she knew that it was simply you being a good friend, which meant it was borderline wrong for her to take it any way other than what it was, but she couldn’t help herself. She could still taste you on her tongue when she got home, plopping down into her bed and staring up at the ceiling in her dark room as she felt her core tighten and flutter as she referenced back to the memory.

Ellie couldn’t help herself when she unbuttoned her jeans, slipped her hands down to cup her pussy, and caught her aching clit against her calloused fingers to give it some much needed attention.

And she moaned your name as if it were the only word in her vocabulary, blubbering and crying out for you as she angrily fucked her aching pussy, eyebrows furrowed to the point where she almost looked upset.

“F-fuck….that’s my fucking girl…that’s it…gonna cum all over your pretty fuckin’ face” she groaned out, picturing you settled between her legs, eagerly lapping at her weeping core, grinding down onto your face and giving you everything she had, much like you did when you allowed her to feed on you.

She’d cum with your name falling from her lips, back arching as her hips rolled against her palm, sopping wet cunt painting her slick all over her hand, making it hard to even keep it where she needed it with how wet she was, how fucking riled up you had her.

And she’d do it again, lying in her bed and thinking of the memory over and over again, hanging on to the sound of your voice sighing out her name, moaning for her as she licked her lips, searching for the taste of your blood still soaked on them. All while you were sound asleep in your apartment where she left you.

If Ellie thought she was drawn to you before, she was sorely mistaken. Because now? All she could do was crave you. It interrupted her day to day, made her brain foggy when she wasn’t with you or talking to you.

And soon? It became a habit.

Ellie was at your door every other night, long fingers searching for your hips to pull you closer as she pressed her face into your neck, tongue slipping out of her mouth to run along the now permanent marks on your neck, whispering in your ear about how badly she needed you.

It had become a bit of a routine, Ellie would come over, you’d let her feed on you until she saw fit, she’d go home and fuck herself, and then she would live in her own personal hell for the next few days that she wasn’t able to see you.

It’s how she found herself dragging her body down the hallway to your apartment, a heavy hand coming up to the door and giving it a firm knock.

When you answer, Ellie thinks you look like a dream. Your body is leaned up against the door, head resting against it as you give her a dreamy smile, oversized t-shirt hanging off of one of your shoulders, sleep shorts barely visible beneath the end of the shirt, hugging your ass so perfectly, your white socks bunched up at your ankles.

She has to bite back the moan that threatens to escape when she lays eyes on you.

“Mm…hi Ellie” your voice sounds like the sweetest melody, and she’s smiling sheepishly as she walks towards you, bending her knees a bit as she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her tall frame, nearly light you up off the ground completely.

“There she is…” she sighed against you, and it sounds like Ellie can finally breath, like the weight holding her back from breathing in the air she so desperately needed has finally been granted to her, it makes you giggle softly.

You wrap your arms around her neck, humming softly as your fingers come up to tangle in her hair, simultaneously pulling her into your apartment. She kicks the door closed behind her, arms still wrapping you up and keeping you close.

She keeps you close, her head coming up to take a look at the set up you have going in that she’s walked in to. She can tell you’ve been working on your book, your laptop set on your couch paired with your favorite blanket, and a mug set on your coffee table that was still steaming.

“Working on the book?” She asked softly, you nod as you turn around in your arms, and excited smile on your face as you walk over to your spot, clicking the keypad a few times before you shut it.

“Yup. I’m getting pretty far….was wrapping it up right before you came over” you practically beamed.

Ellie always found it so endearing how dedicated you were to your work, and rightfully so, Ellie reminded you time and time again that she’d lived through many eras of famous writers, but you always topped them ten times over and then some. She’d never let you forget the talent you had was rare.

You plopped down on your couch after sliding your laptop into its little compartment under your coffee table, your legs coming up to cross over each other as you pat the spot next to you eagerly, to which she easily obliged of course.

Her old denim jacket rustled a bit as she sat down, resting her back against your couch as she slouched down a bit, legs spread as she stares up at you through the dim, cozy lighting of your living room.

You giggle softly, resting your cheek against your palm as you look down at her. “What are you staring at? You’re looking at me like I’m something to eat…” your words trail off, eyes narrowing at the girl playfully before you sit up, crossing your arms.

“Did you come all the way here to get a free meal out of me, Williams?” Your tone is accusing, but playful, and it makes Ellie chuckle as she bring her tattooed hands up to rub up and down her face before she groans.

“When you say it like that it sounds bad….I see it as seeing my favorite person with something extra added into it…” she defends herself before chuckling, looking back at you as she tugs her bottom lip into her mouth, sucking gently on the plump skin, letting her mind linger to imagine it was your lips she was sucking on instead as her eyes slowly zeroed in on them, similar to if she were under a spell.

“You know you don’t have to if you don’t want to…” she mumbled out softly, voice gentle and truthful.

It was true, Ellie would cut all of this out the second you made even the slightest signal that you were tired of it, or if your body simply couldn’t handle it anymore. She knew that she’d never use you as her personal blood bag. The minute you wanted out, you got it, no questions asked.

You give her a gentle smile though, shaking your head as you shifted your body a bit so that it was now laying down on the end of the couch opposite of Ellie, your head resting against one of the plush pillows you had next to you while you were writing. You spread your legs a bit, making space for Ellie to crawl into before you stretched your arms out for her, a silent call for the girl to come closer.

“I’ll always give it to you, El…you know that. Come…” you call her again with a slight flick of your wrist.

Your words make Ellie’s head swirl, all of it sounding, and feeling, much too similar to something else, something more than just a friend helping another friend out. It sounds like you’re giving something else to her, something she’d dreamt of taking from you from the moment she laid eyes on you.

But she can’t indulge in that, not now, not when you’re being so kind.

She chokes back a groan, the girl slowly crawling over your body, similar to a predator creeping over its prey. Her body consuming yours as she pressed either one of her palms into the plush couch near your head, staring into your eyes as she settled between your warm thighs, the plush skin pressing against a sliver of her hips that was exposed at the top of her jeans. The feeling of her body pressed against your warm cunt, the only thing separating the two of you being the think material of your shorts, drove Ellie to the brink of insanity.

She hummed softly, her eyes trailing down your every feature, taking you in, eating you up for a moment before she grabbed your chin, tilting your head up and away to give her better access to the little area of your throat that had now become hers and only hers.

Soon, she’s leaning down, her body pressed against yours as she peppers kisses along your jaw until she reaches your throat, licking at the two little wounds that were in the shape of her fangs before she sighed against your skin, finally giving in and letting her protruding fangs sink into your skin.

You’d always been comfortable around Ellie, never shying away from her touch whenever she’d grab you whenever you were out together, or letting her easily pull you into her lap whenever you watched movies or played video games together, intimate touches never being out of the ordinary in your relationship.

But now, ever since you and her had started…whatever it was that you’d been doing, you had seemed to cross a boundary that was once put up. What was once little sighs and huffs, turned into full on moans whenever Ellie would press her body against yours and take what she wanted. You’d grip her hair, keeping her close as you moaned and whined out her name, breathless begs for her to keep going.

“Fuck…Ellie…” you moaned out for her, your eyes fluttering shut as your fingers laced into her brown hair, keeping her close as her hands moved from either sides of your head to instead grip your body. Your hips were her favorite, holding onto the plush skin and keeping you close, massaging and kneading you as she pleased, a small piece of her wanting to bruise you up, just so she knew she was able to leave marks on you other than your neck.

It egged her on further, your calls for her making her swipe her tongue over the wound before she continued sucking your sweet essence from your body. Ellie wasn’t sure if you were fond of it at first, but now? With how you reacted? She was sure you enjoyed it, if even a little bit.

She became so drunk off of you, her mind clouded with the intense flavor of your blood, nearly choking on it with how quickly she drank sometimes. One of her hands left your hips, sliding down until she gripped your thigh, pulling it up and closer to wrap around her body, massaging the soft skin as she let one of her legs slip over your other one, so that her thigh was slotted against your cunt, and yours against hers.

Ellie didn’t even realize it at first, but she slowly began to grind into you, letting her thigh rub against your barely clothed pussy as she drank from you, her senses completely overwhelmed with just how fucking good you tasted, how good you felt. She felt her mind and body buzz with electricity when she pressed her chest against yours, and she could feel your nipples hardening through the thin material of your shirt, pressing against her own chest.

“Mm…h-hah…Ellie..I….Ellie please…” you begged, and Ellie was able to hear the way your voice was slowly going, growing more and more hoarse with every moan, every pant.

She was taking too much, and she wasn’t sure if she was begging for you to stop, or to keep going.

Ellie groaned loudly against you, prying her lips away from your dulcet neck, panting loudly as she pulled away further to look down at you, letting herself get a good look at the mess she’d made of you.

Your lips were swollen, eyes growing heavy, skin getting dull. Your hair was messy, and your shirt was pulled down further, revealing more of your shoulder and collar bones, while the bottom was pushed up to show more of your stomach.

It was like a dream and a nightmare all at once.

You blinked a few times as you tried catching your breath, staring up at Ellie as one of your hands came up to cup her cheek gently.

“A-all better?” You stuttered out, giving her that notorious dreamy smile of yours, the one that made Ellie feel like she was the only person in the world that got to see it.

She’s drained you, and yet you were asking if she felt better.

Ellie held back a groan, her large hand wrapping around your wrist before she brought your hand down to press a kiss to your palm, giving you a gentle nod before she inhaled deeply to control the emotions that threatened to escape while she saw you this way.

“Always when I’m with you baby” she chuckled out sadly.

The smile you give Ellie nearly has her in tears, because you look so genuinely happy, so content with the fact that you’ve helped her, that you’ve made Ellie feel better, even if it’s at the expensive of your own comfort.

At the expensive of your own life.

“I’m glad…” you hummed out softly before you yawned, clearly tired out from what Ellie had done to you. It makes Ellie frown, and she’s quickly pushing herself off of you before she scoops you up into her arms to carry you off to your bedroom.

Soon, she has you tucked into bed, your eyes closing almost as soon as your head hits the pillow, and Ellie has your blankets pulled up over your arms. It’s almost mind blowing how quickly you fall asleep, it makes Ellie feel a bit jealous, because she can’t remember a time where she was that comfortable in a bed to fall asleep so fast.

She watches you, of course. Sticking around for a few hours after you’ve slept, keeping an eye on you to make sure your chest continues to rise and fall slowly. She knows it would never go that far, but she always gets nervous after feeding.

Tonight was also different, and it was eating away at her because she knew there wasn’t really a right or wrong way to go about cleaning about it, or comforting you about how wrong this was, and how much Ellie had been draining you. Even the fact that you expected it of her when she came over left a bitter taste in her mouth, one that replaced the sweet one that usually lingered on her tongue after she had a taste of you.

And as she watched you sleep, so peaceful and so serene, Ellie began to think of any way this would blossom into something more. How would this carry on? She would continue sucking from you until you died one day? She’d come to you like a thief in the knight well after you had a family? Children to look after? Your life moving on while she stayed in an immortal purgatory? One where she continued the cycle of coming to you for a quick bite to eat? Paired with a warm body to lay on top of for the time being?

There was no way it could surpass this. You being her friend, helping her in a way not many could. Ellie knew, that deep down, the life she wanted with you was not one that was easy to come by, something that she wouldn’t dare ask of you. From the moment she saw you, she wanted more. Because that’s what she did, she took, and took, and took until there was nothing left to take, and it was slowly happening with you.

But Ellie loved you too fucking much to take until you were nothing but a shriveled up peace of what you used to be.

So, she took one long last look at you and she left your window. Because that night, she promised herself that she was finished. The life she wanted with you unfortunately wasn’t written in the stars for her, and she knew that from the moment she saw you.

Ellie was letting you go, because she knew it she didn’t.

She’d just end up killing you.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #ellie x you

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astralnymphh · 3 months

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thinking about painslut!ellie who likes getting scratched up by long nails.. ✮

nothing— and i punctuate nothing, compares to the painful bliss of feeling nails as whetted as a great white's jaw of knives tear red valleys into her shoulder blades. hell, ellie encourages you to mark up her back. not necessarily by words, though. a sort of fucking frenzy will kick in, and she'll embolden those claws to bite with her hips, rolling on yours, dragging her soppy folds all over your cunt. ellie angles herself in various ways; draws her groin under yours to hump your clit directly, positions and splays her pretty bush as she bounces on your bud, plasters her pussy full–on and circles the skin 'round. an unorthodox aim to get you wailing, "yyesss ellie!" as you cum against her puffy pussy and straightaway, without hesitation tracing your fingertips up her supple, dry–scored skin, you dip pressure beneath the jut of her shoulder blades and shred the flesh. "fuck! fuuck!" els' winces to your ear, growlish on the lobe as she nips it, "yeah, make me fucking bleed baby, fuckin' bleed." almost knurling her back into your clawing palms, seizing and clenching up her rump on your cunt as her cum spills lubricous and frothy inside your pussy lips, hiking herself up just so you could visual the honeyed webs keeping you two connected. "hurts so good, mhmm, so fucking.." but she is nay of breath and hazy of her heart and eye, the added zap to her climaxing core and the throbbing affliction of fresh crimson dashes oozing tiny beads of blood, sanguineous delight, offering of the pale mistress moon— has her merry to pass out. collapsing, her orangey sweat breasts fall to yours and squish like two pancakes, damp waist laying next, and lastly her chin hooking a home upon the nook of your neck, parting breaths she longs to not be livened of soon enough. "thank you.. thank y' thank— mhh, thank you." ellie recites a push of praises through your collarbone, her hand draped limp on your bicep wiping it's thumb so gentle with care, the ghostly graze dithers your brain a second— a moment you skip and fuzz the realization of a warm drip streaming on your rib during, the grasp of what that dribble was hitting you like a brick. "ellie, ur' back— y'need to.. huhh.. band-aid.." exhausted, little heaves clog your throat through the words, but ellie slacks her head up and renders them useless regardless, "mh–mm, it's fine. don't need 'em tonight." she gauzes your light worries in a tone that sifts through you, relaxes you, crafts you a reason to wonder 'why bother', and lie there lackadaisical as her kisses pepper cold on searing skin, a dozing meadow under the twilight sky of her sleepy gaze and in her arms like earth crust and soil fertile. sprouting in you a drug–like miasma that eats your thoughts and lulls your physical senses into a numb horizon, the last thing perceptible is the wash of air above you and a weighted thump beside you, leading you to believe ellie had bet on falling asleep as well, happy as a parakeet with liquid–iron proof of her bloody lovemaking flowing like a waterfall of bitterness down her back.

however, that proof had leaked and dotted the bedsheet come virgin daylight, adding one more thing to the laundry basket. ౨ৎ

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totheblood · 1 year

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i keep thinking about infatuated ellie.. like LOVESTRUCK, nervous, giddy ellie, and ik you’ll do her so much justice

a/n: ik this is from weeks ago but i'm writing some headcanons and would appreciate if u guys could send some more! i also need to note the ai audio i made of joel was inspired by my talented friend saz who had the idea to make a joel ai and have him and ellie interact, her fics are amazing and i believe she will be making her own ellie fic w a joel audio so pls folllow her and read her work! her @ is @dyk3ification also i wrote this in whole foods before my class so if it sucks... thats why.. ai audios at the end! also pls interact w me and my work it makes me so happy ily bye!

lovestruck!ellie headcanons

ellie is 100%, certifiably, and downright a hardcore lover to her core

when she’s crushing on you she is the type to take anything you do as a sign that you like her back

she’d be like “no, dina, but when she held the door she looked back at me and smiled… who does that?”

“polite people?”

or if you’re sitting next to her in class and she drops her pen, the minute you reach down to pick it up for her she’s imagining your future together

she would just secretly pine after you for as long as she can, way too nervous to work up the courage to ask you out

she’s the type to journal about you, draw you, think that it was weird, and rip it out of her journal

but she’s too sentimental to throw it away so she’d just tuck it into a box in the back of her closet

she’s so observant about the things you do

just by sitting next to you, she knows your favorite movie, your favorite place to eat, and your favorite flowers

(she writes all of this down in case she one day works up the courage to ask you out)

when you do finally start talking she would go out of her way to go to the things you invite her too

for example, you invited her to a GSA mixer (something she wouldn’t attend on her own) at a time when she was working

she called out sick just to attend and talk to you for a total of fifteen minutes

it’s totally worth it to her cause you hugged her twice (she counted)

she does insanely stupid shit like going out of her way to get you your favorite coffee from this very specific place half an hour from campus.

“oh, ellie you didn’t have to do this. thank you so much! let me pay you back.” you’re reaching into your bag looking for your wallet

“oh, it’s no big deal i was in the area,” she was nowhere close to the area. “and it didn’t cost that much,” it was an 8-dollar cup of coffee. “maybe we could go together sometime?”

ellie doesn’t even realize she’s asked you out by the time you’re agreeing with a huge smile plastered on your face

the date goes well, so you ask her on another and another… and another

before she knows it you’re her girlfriend and she can’t shut up about it

she’ll try to manipulate conversations just so she can say the phrase “my girlfriend”

she’s at the movies with jesse and dina and with every preview of a horror movie shes like, “oh, i think my girlfriend would love this movie.”

the barista at the coffee shop makes her latte too sweet and she’s all like, “i wish my girlfriend was here so i could give her this.”

she’s also the type to call you and find out where you are just so she could deliver you her very sweet latte that she knows you would enjoy

she’s also the type to brag about any accomplishments of yours to everyone

“oh yea, my girlfriend won some academic award. she’s such a genius.”

she’s the type to whenever you’re together she would just be staring at you and you’re like, “what?”

“nothing… you’re just so pretty. i’m so lucky.”

there’s not a day that goes by that she doesn’t make you feel like you put the moon and the stars in the sky

all of her weekly calls with joel have become her ranting about how much she loves you

“ellie, all you do is talk about this girl. when am i going to get the chance to meet her?”

“soon, i hope. i think you will really like her. she’s fuckin perfect, joel, i swear.”

“so i’ve heard.”

ai audios:

#asked & answered #Anonymous #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fan fic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams oneshot #modern!ellie williams #college!ellie williams #ellie williams one shot

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strong-with-the-sarcasm · 6 months

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part 11- a thousand candles burn into the night

"When the ashes start to rise and the moon falls from the sky and a thousand candles burn into the night. When the angels softly cry on the flames below the sky, would a thousand souls still pray for you and I?" -Day of the Dead by Hollywood Undead

Masterlist Part 10

Just like the summer air began to cool into autumn winds, Jasmine and Jason began with a heated tension between them that dwindled into a slow simmer of what neither of them wanted to jinx by calling it love.

Both were aware of how unnatural their connection was, how quick one was able to trust the other with simple thoughts that roll off the tongue- Jazz’s favorite tea, Jason’s favorite book, her younger siblings, his many brothers. It was obvious that Jason held some lingering anger towards those he called family, but it was an old wound, infected yet healing. When it came to more in-depth questions about Jazz’s siblings, Danny and Ellie, there was a sad tinge to the affection. Jazz missed Ellie with every fiber of her being, but her little sister was free as her heart desired.

Jason spoke at length about his own, eventually admitting his anger issues that had led him to attempted murder on one of the younger boys, Tim, that he deeply regretted.

Jazz had only to listen, because who else could understand the deeply rooted rage that came with betrayal?

One slash, two, three

Blood is on your hands already.

Fourth, fifth slash

Ask the ghosts if honor matters, buried amongst the ash.

Slash six, seven

Sharpen your love into a weapon

They went out on several dates, each one special and lovely, but Jazz’s favorite was being wrapped in familiar arms as they watched Pride and Prejudice on Jason’s couch. It was a comfortable warmth that lulled the redhead into a deep sleep, the best she had gotten in a long time.

Jazz was the first to wake, lying on Jason’s firm chest and ear pressed firmly to where she could hear a faint purr from his Proto-Core, she felt no compulsion to move even though there were things she had to do as Regent and as Jasmine.

She had to talk to Frostbite, because she needed to understand why she was so connected to Jason. It frightened Jazz, to have her emotions so sharpened towards someone she hadn’t known for very long.

(She was in love.)

Her own Proto-core purred in tandem with Jason’s, happiness bubbling up in her chest. This was a peace she never wanted to let go, regardless of the reason why the two of them were brought and bound together.

Jason was in love.

There was zero doubt in his head or heart that he was fully committed to his darling Jazz, the beautiful woman who understood him in ways no one ever had. With her, the pit remnants were calm and he was happy.

Happy.

Sheer happiness was in his grasp, in his arms and resting on his chest as she slept. Her long hair smelled like strawberries and he never wanted to leave.

Yet, bat-trained paranoia reared its ugly head in moments like these.

Jasmine Nightingale was, by all accounts, a civilian with a trust fund who cared for her younger brother. No other records were found that could tie either Jazz or Danny to crime, but Jason didn’t want to see them if they existed anyway. He hadn’t even met Danny yet and the kid, despite being prime adoption bait, was already one of Jason’s favorite people. He made Jazz proud with his intelligence and good-natured attitude, so Jason would do his best to form a good relationship with the kid.

He guessed he should be more concerned with how quickly he fell for his darling, but he wasn’t. It felt right. It felt safe. Like he could trust Jazz with every thought, every dream, every hope, every nightmare and she wouldn’t run away. He wanted her, plain and simple.

Thankfully Jazz was more or less on the same page as him.

She never had to say a word about how she felt for him, it was obvious in the way she would gravitate towards him, want to be around him, talk to him, simply be with Jason. How honored he felt to be gifted such attention by Jazz.

He didn’t know how to tell her about Red Hood though.

The Nightingales lived outside Crime Alley’s borders, in a shitty neighborhood of Gotham recently claimed by two new vigilantes- Phantom and Regent.

Jason tried to shove back the horrifying images of a vivisectied Phantom, screaming, sobbing and whimpering, but he would ever be able to forget.

The video of Regent killing the Fentons was glitched, but cross referenced with the Ghost Files, it was obvious the Regent of Now and Then were the same woman…entity that saved Phantom, no, avenged the ghost kid.

The fact that the Fentons death prevented a war was karmic justice, in his humble opinion.

Yet, there was something familiar about the Regent. Something that called to him on a baser level… as if he knew the entity behind the helmet.

But that was ridiculous…right?

Right?

Jazz was going to kill him all the way this time, Danny bemoaned while in flight. He really stuck his foot in it this time and yikes, he really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut.

He just had to go behind Jazz’s back and give the Ghost Files to Batman instead of Superman or Constantine. Big and blue wasn’t available when Danny found an opportunity and for shame if he wasted it! Sad trench coat man being there was really just a bonus, honestly.

With the Acts getting the League’s attention, it was time for a desperate move on the part of the GIW.

They infiltrated Gotham.

Danny had no idea how they had found a way past the border Lady Gotham kept a tight leash on, but the agents were able to pick up his trail with a lucky break on their end. He had a haunt in Gotham, which meant his ecto-signature was strong in that area and weak in others. A glaring neon sign of where the Phantom often could be found.

But Danny would never give up his haunt again, not without a fight.

This haunt didn’t just belong to him, not like Amity had. This had become the home of the Nightingales, the Phantom and the Regent. They had shed blood to claim it and would shed more to keep it.

If it meant admitting to his mistake, then so be it, that’s where he would start.

“Bold of you to assume I thought that far ahead.” Was probably not the best response to Jazz’s irate question of ‘Did you even consider what Batman, Mr. Contingencies-out-the-ass and minion-acquisition-instead-of-therapy, would do with the files?’

Needless to say, Jazz wasn’t impressed.

She had been rather happier lately, with her boyfriend Jason constantly in her orbit, but responsibility still weighed on her.

(Danny’s fault, he was aware, but he still had so much growing up to do before he was ready for the crown.)

Getting the AEA demolished was sure to take some weight from her, even if it would be only the beginning of resolving the repercussions of the United States’ crimes against the Infinite Realms.

It would be years before it would be considered repaid, the blood shed and existences snuffed out. The deaths of the Dr. Fentons were only a consequence of their actions, not truly recompense for the torture they inflicted on the people of the Realms.

(Danny never told Jazz, but he knew they didn’t die when the portal was destroyed.)

(He knew his sister had killed their parents to save him.)

(He still didn’t know how to feel about that.)

Lady Gotham offered a sad croon as Phantom curled his form under a gargoyle’s wings, the heavy rain an ironic ambiance for his mood.

There was nothing he could do about the GIW in Gotham until they showed themselves and they were doing an unusually good job of keeping on the down low. If it hadn’t been for the frantic screeches of the friendly shades and a few blob ghosts cuddling him for comfort, he would have been caught off-guard by an attack. As long as he stayed out of his haunt for a while, let his signature be caught somewhere else, then Jazz would be able to defend their home until he could deal with the bastards.

He just needed to wait.

Jazz had been livid with him admitting his fuck up with the files and deeming the GIW’s presence his fault for claiming a Haunt. With a threat to hug him and make him talk about his feelings until he no longer believed such a lie, Jazz agreed to remain in their Haunt until he could draw some of their forces away. Lady Gotham’s ecto-siganture would be enough to scramble their trackers once further into her city and she would subtly lead her Knights to the agents when able.

It wasn’t much, but it would have to be enough.

Phantom curled his tail around his laid back form, mimicking a cat as he texted Sam and Tucker with updates. They had sworn to visit him during Summer Break, but the Halfa wasn’t holding his breath. Gotham wasn’t safe for them. It wasn’t safe for anyone and that’s coming from a kid who can punt a building into the sun at a moment’s notice.

Amity was (laughably) the best place for them.

Phantom wasn’t really paying attention, absentmindly petting a blob ghost that was cuddled into his side, when he was joined by none other than the Red Hood.

Badass armor and weapons aside, the Hood was an Antihero he admired. The avenged dead sung his praises for all who’d listen.

And… he was very familiar.

Red Hood possessed a Proto-core, one he’d sensed before in his own home….with Jazz.

It couldn’t be. There was no way the Fenton luck could be that wonky that his big sister was dating Red Hood of all people, Jason Todd when unmasked. She had to know right? There was no way Jazz could miss the Proto-core signature of the Once-Revenant they’d housed for a while. Was Jazz okay with Jason’s past? Sure, Red Hood didn’t kill much anymore, but he was still a crime lord who thought severed heads in a duffel bag was a great gift to leave on someone’s doorstep, like a particularly picky cat.

“Uh, hi?”

Hood crouched down, rain blocked by his huge body, water droplets dripping off his red helmet. The white lenses gave nothing away as the Anti-hero spoke, “Hey kid. You ok?”

(Danny was well aware of how gentle and caring Red Hood was towards kids.)

(He couldn’t wait to be an uncle.)

“I’m fine, dude. Just chilling.”

“Under a gargoyle in Gotham?” The disbeliving tone made Phantom snort in laughter, because wow not the scariest concept to a halfa.

“Hey, it was either this or the sewers. I wouldn’t be caught dead,” Phantom chuckled a bit at his joke. “Down there without hazmat gear and the Anti-Creep stick.”

Hood snorted, the sound stackity through the modulator, “Fair enough. Don’t get caught by the big bat, ok? He doesn’t like Metas in his city.”

“Oi, being dead is a meta-cal condition.”

“Ugh,” Hood groaned, “a punster. You’re not dead, kid.”

“‘Fraid I am, my good dude. Fourteen and fried alive, zero outta ten, would not recommend.”

“...You’re a ghost?”

“Right in one! Name’s Phantom.” the Halfa offered, seeing no point in correcting the Anti-hero.

“Red Hood.”

“Dude, I know. The shades sing your praises given half a chance.”

“Shades?”

Phantom shrugged, “The restless dead, unable to pass over without a lot of ectoplasm.”

Hood didn’t ask what ectoplasm was, which surprised the Halfa. Did Batman share the Ghost Files with Red Hood?

“You’re from Amity Park, right?”

Phantom cringed at the name of his former haunt, anger bubbling in his gut, “I died there. I haunt Gotham now.”

“....I’m sorry.” Even with the modulator, Hood sounded genuinely sad for Phantom.

(Batman definitely shared the Ghost Files with the Anti-Hero.)

“Are you alright here? Do you need help?”

Phantom shook his head, “The GIW invaded Gotham tracking my Ecto-signature, so I’m leading them away from my Haunt.” He raised an eyebrow, “You should be careful too. You’re a pretty strong liminal, but they’ll still try to capture you.”

“No, they won’t get me. Phantom, where’s your haunt?”

If Hood was anyone else, Phantom would keep his mouth shut. A Haunt is sacred, a home for a Fraid, it was not some measly address freely given. Yet, Red Hood was also Jason Todd, Once-Revenant Death-claimed Champion turned Proto-core Liminal dating his older sister. If Jazz trusted him enough to date him, then it was good enough for Phantom to offer him a place in his Fraid. (He really couldn’t wait to be an uncle.)

A/N: This was beta-read by @meditating-cat, thanks!

The little bit at the end there... foreshadowing, perhaps? Ooh... all those baby names I could give a Hardcover kid.

Perhaps, perhaps not. Who knows. I have the end of this series mostly planned out, but it could likely change.

Thanks for reading!

#dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #dp x dc au #dpxdc #jazz fenton #regent!jazz #jason todd #anger management ship #hardcover ship #I made myself squeal #They're just so CUTE #they're in love your honor #two dorks #two vigilantes #and only one knows the other is one #spoiler: not the one you'd think #In which Jason is kinda a sweetheart #He's in love with Jazz #she fell first he fell harder

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novacqnes · 1 year

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no love without fear // ellie williams

summary: there’s always an element of fear behind any relationship, and for you it was paralyzing enough to jeopardize your ability to be with ellie.

warning: blood, angst, smut (oral sex, fingering, top!ellie)

word count: 3.1k

pairing: ellie williams x fem reader

“fuck yes—that’s so good ellie.”

a stream of euphoria rippled through your body as you sat pressed against the cold bathroom sink. ellie held your legs open as she hungrily ran her tongue up and down your pussy.

your cries echoed all throughout the small room with each flick of her tongue. maintaining eye contact her hands traveled to your exposed tits, rubbing your nipples in between her fingertips.

desperately, you clawed at the porcelain sink struggling to keep yourself up as the pleasure bubbled inside. fueled by your incoherent state, ellie swirled her tongue around your clit causing a knot to build within your stomach.

“you’re so hot,” she smirked, sloppily lapping up your wetness.

she quickly became intoxicated by the sight of you unraveling before her. delving her tongue deeper to taste every part of you. she brought one hand down from your chest spitting in it as she slipped one finger inside of you.

“oh please don’t stop—“

your moans only got louder the more ellie sped up reaching a dangerous pace. her eyes were filled with need causing her to press against your g spot repeatedly.

“yeah that’s it….” ellie teased, feeling your pussy deliciously wrap around her fingers.

her praises and the sweet feeling of ellie’s mouth against your core, completely sent you into oblivion. you clutched onto her head pressing her against your warm core as you came all over her face.

your body went still and you felt as if you were seeing stars. as the arousal slowly began to wear off ellie came up from between your legs, a cocky grin plastered on her lips.

“we should do that more often.”

“which part?” you asked, sliding your jeans back on.

“all of it.”

she was over the moon. this rendezvous was one of many secret meetings between the two of you. ellie could feel herself growing more and more attached to you with each passing day. it wasn’t simply through sex but she felt as if she truly knew you, your hopes, likes, dislikes— your fears. and it would only be a matter of time before she acted on it.

a similar giddy feeling settled within your stomach but it wasn’t joy, it was fear. the thought of someone knowing you, so intimately, made you feel completely exposed. it was a mistake getting so close to her but you couldn’t help but fall deeper.

her eyes lingered on you a bit longer than usual as you put your clothes back on. she ambled a long the edge of the counter, reaching for your shirt before you could.

“here,” she held one sleeve of the shirt up to your arm.

“i can dress myself, ellie.”

“what’s the fun in that?” she grinned.

you slid your arm into the sleeve, ellie’s skin brushing over yours in the process. nobody had ever taken care of you that way, it was a small gesture but selfless. after your arms were fully in, you went to button your shirt but she beat you to it.

as she stood over you, her breath lightly began to fan your face and you found yourself hypnotized. ellie didn’t rush, she was beyond gentle making sure that everything was in place, just how you liked it to be.

“hey, can i ask you something?“ she whispered, finishing the last button.

now, she was dangerously close, gazing at you with the most entrancing green eyes. your heart began to pound out of your chest as you froze.

you couldn’t get attached.

but you already were.

to say you were scared would’ve been an understatement. instantly, frantic thoughts clouded the sane voices in your mind, replacing them with seeds of worry.

this is wrong, it’s gonna end terribly.

ellie’s calloused hands reached for yours, wrapping her fingers around them. you so desperately wanted to reciprocate the feelings but fear paralyzed you, this wasn’t supposed to happen. all you needed to do was stay away.

this is a mistake.

“i don’t want us to be a secret anymore. i love you, y/n, and i want to take you out as my girlfriend. there’s gonna be a party…..”

girlfriend…..

you loved the way it sounded, coming from her. you adored the way it rolled off of her tongue, it felt like a sweet melody. one that was so contagious and never ending, searing it’s way into your memory.

you wanted to be her girlfriend more than anything, but you couldn’t.

“so what do you think?”

ellie’s voice pulled you back to reality, greeted by the cramped walls of the bar’s bathroom. her eyes were so soothing, great hope filled them. she had no idea of the doubt that clouded your mind day after day. about jackson, love— her.

“uh, ellie i—“ you stammered, mindlessly searching for an excuse. her small grin began to fade with the longer it took you to respond.

you began, “i-i can’t—“

“hurry it up, would ya?”

a loud impatient knock came from behind the wooden door, startling the two of you.

an escape.

you quickly pulled your hands away from ellie, sliding past her as you headed for the door, almost tripping on your step. ellie was stunned, she wanted to call out but her voice became caught.

what would she even say?

“i’ll see you later for patrol,” you mumbled, closing the door, leaving her behind. a deep void grew within your heart as you sped past a dozen curious glances.

you did the right thing, you had to keep yourself safe.

the further you got from the bathroom the more you found yourself repeating that. ending things now meant saving yourself from heartbreak further down the line. but as you thought back to ellie’s devastated face the less you found yourself believing it.

when you arrived for patrol later that day ellie was nowhere to be found. she had a tendency of being late so you waited a little while longer. a few minutes quickly turned into an hour with no sign of ellie and you knew it wasn’t a coincidence.

guilt plagued your mind, you had abandoned, no wonder she hadn’t shown up. you decided to continue your shift alone when you heard someone shout your name in the distance.

“y/n, wait!”

when you turned around you saw jesse panting as he ran to catch up with you. you silently hoped ellie would appear behind him but that quickly diminished once he was standing right in front of you.

“maria said we shouldn’t be going off alone, it’s dangerous with the hunters out there.”

“i know, i know, it’s just that ellie didn’t show up. have you seen her?” you faltered, worry seeping into your voice.

“yeah, a couple minutes ago. she asked to switch partners. said you two spoke about it already…?”

you couldn’t disguise the racing thoughts clouding your mind, and you knew jesse could tell. he examined you with a raised brow. anxiously, you shifted from one foot to the other, picking at your fingernails.

you felt horrible.

“oh yeah! i completely forgot, so she’s with dina then?” you blurted.

“seems that way, you okay?” he asked, taking note of your dazed state.

“yeah, i’m fine.”

that was one word to describe it. a constricting feeling wrapped around your chest as you began to deeply regret your actions, even more so than you already did.

“you sure? i can always get somebody to cover—“

“i said i’m fine.”

without another word you stormed off, jesse awkwardly trailing behind. you didn’t own ellie and vice versa but you couldn’t help but feel jealous as you thought about her and dina together.

you and ellie were always patrol partners, even before your secret relationship. it was like an unspoken agreement, that you’d never expect to change, but you couldn’t blame her. you’d been so selfish, so afraid to trust that you’d hurt the one person you cared about most.

you had to make it right, but how?

that night you showed up to the party a bit early. you sat in the corner of the bar as more people trailed in. you gulped down your drink as you waited— maybe she wouldn’t show up.

you hadn’t seen ellie since your interaction in the bathroom earlier and you weren’t really surprised. but you desperately hoped that she would turn up tonight.

you scanned the room once again until you saw two familiar faces walk through the door— ellie and dina. they looked closer, closer than you’d ever seen them. dina’s hand interlocked ellie’s as they made their way to the center of the room.

you couldn’t believe it, it had only been a few hours?

ellie wore a gray flannel with her auburn hair pinned back, revealing her freckled face. a sly grin spread across her lips as dina placed a small kiss on the nape of her neck. you stood by in shock as the two pulled each other closer to dance to the music filling the room.

a deep pit of jealousy bloomed within you. how? how could she move on so fast?

you clutched onto the glass cup in your hands as if to settle the conflicting emotions brewing inside of you. suddenly all of the time you’d spent with her felt like a lie. how could she hold her like that? after doing the same to you not that long ago?

she placed her hands firmly on dina’s hips gazing into her eyes as they moved closer, being just inches apart. instead of anger you felt sorrow and a growing emptiness that you feared would never go away. with ellie it was replaced temporarily but you knew nothing that great could ever be permanent and you were right.

you couldn’t help but stare, envying dina. you missed the way ellie held you, the way she smelled, her laugh. if you could go back to the bathroom you would, without hesitation.

tears welled in your eyes as you looked away from the couple, forcing all your strength onto the poor glass in your hands. it was the only thing keeping you from bursting into tears in front of everyone. however you hadn’t realized just how much strength you were exerting onto the glass and within a few minutes it broke in your hands. one glass shard slicing your palm.

“shit,” you gasped, clamping your opposite hand over the wound as you rushed to the bathroom. the noise drew the attention of a few people but for the most part nobody paid attention to you. they were simply too happy to be concerned with the blood trailing along the floor as they danced.

you slammed the door shut behind you, cursing out in pain. the wound stung but you did your best to wrap it up, tearing off a piece of your shirt. there was no treating it here, you had to leave. and abandon the possibility of ever fixing things with ellie. somehow the pain of that hurt more than the deep gash on your hand.

just when your luck couldn’t get any better, footsteps led to the door followed by an obnoxiously loud knock.

you grumbled in response, “i’m in the middle of something, go away.”

but the set of feet remained.

“it’s me, y/n.”

ellie.

her voice sent you straight back onto your feet. you paced back and forth contemplating your next course of action. maybe she’d come to revel in your embarrassment, gloat about her new relationship or taunt your injury? despite the uncertainty you found yourself right in front of the door, unlocking it to let her in. she stepped inside with a bandage in one hand, stopping right in front of you.

“sit.”

you sat on the counter, holding out your palm as ellie began to bandage it, not once stopping to look at you. she’d been this close to you numerous times before but not like this. she felt so distant and you had no one to blame for that but yourself.

“thank you.”

she scoffed, securely wrapping up the last of your wound.

you sighed, “i know you’re mad at me—“

“mad at you? that’s all? y/n i was fucking humiliated when you left me in here.”

she finally looked you in the eye, sadness and betrayal splayed all over her face. you wanted nothing more than to disappear at that moment. it was the first time you’d actually seen the pain you’d caused ellie, and it made it so much worse. in your head you could only imagine what she was going through but seeing it only amplified the guilt.

“if you didn’t want to be with me, that’s fine but you couldn’t even be honest?” she croaked, her hands balling at her side.

“it’s not like that, i swear.”

“then what? huh?”

you cried, “i do want to be with you but i was scared— and i know that’s not good enough but i didn’t know what to do.”

“you think i’m not? almost everyone i’ve ever loved is dead.”

hot tears were streaming down both you and ellie’s cheeks as you went back and forth, equally as desperate for one another. but tormented by fear, which prevented you from truly living and being with ellie.

“fuck—i just don’t get it. i can take care of you, love you but only behind closed doors?” she muttered, pressing her eyes shut.

the secrecy is what kept it from being reality. the fact that it was only known to you and ellie meant that there were no pressures or fears that were present in a “normal” relationship. however she deserved better than that. she deserved someone who would stand by her proudly even with the risks. and you wanted to be that person.

“ellie, please look at me.”

you ran your hand over her balled fist, cupping your hand over it. she hesitantly peeled her eyes forcing her gaze to meet yours.

“there are days that go by where you’re all i think about. i wonder who you’re with and what you’re doing. i countdown the minutes until i can see you again and then i just end up repeating the cycle.”

you continued, “i am so sorry for everything. i can’t stop thinking about how i hurt you, and i hate myself for ever making you feel less than loved.

an unnerving silence filled the room once you finished. you held your breath waiting for ellie to say something, but her face was blank. she usually wasn’t this hard to read and the unpredictability scared you.

“say whatever you need to, i can take it.” you reassured, but she kept her stone cold expression in order to deflect from how she was really feeling. after a while she stepped away, turning her back to you as she put her face in her palms.

“shit.”

“what’s wrong?” you moved from the counter hesitantly stepping towards her, when she whipped back around.

tears welled in the corners of her eyes and her face was bright red. all of the emotions she was fighting so desperately to keep were revealing themselves to ellie’s displeasure. however this time she didn’t try to hide them. she stepped closer so that you were just a few inches away.

“god, i want to be mad at you. i wanted to come in here and i don’t know, make you feel how i did— but i can’t.” she stammered.

“why?”

“i don’t ever want you to feel that way.”

“but i deserve it,” you whispered, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact. despite every bone in your body telling you to look away. you expected her to yell, scream or berate you but ellie just looked back. and although the pain lingered you didn’t see any anger in her eyes.

“no you don’t.”

she brought her hand to the side of your face.

“you deserve the best of what this fucked up world has to offer, and you especially deserve to be happy,” she insisted.

your heart began to swell at ellie’s words, no one had ever spoken to you like that. never with such kindness or selflessness. even after all you’d done you couldn’t fathom how she was still able to love you?

“ask me again.”

“what?”

“ask me to be your girlfriend, please?”

ellie contemplated for a moment. memories from earlier on came flooding back. the hurt, pain, and humiliation. she wanted to forgive but she knew it would take time. she had to learn how to trust you again and she hoped— no she prayed that this would be the first step.

“y/n, will you be my girlfriend?” she hummed. a sly grin spread across her face as she tilted her head to the side, outstretching her hand to you.

you placed your hand in the center of her palm wrapping your hand around it. her warm touch had never felt better than it did in that moment. and you never wanted to be without it.

“of course— wait what about dina?”

ellie stared back blankly, “what about her?”

“your date? not too long ago you switched partners to be with her?”

you protectively gripped onto her hand as she doubled over laughing. despite your best efforts, jealousy gradually seeped into your eyes, amusing her.

“oh were you jealous?” she smirked, “cause that’s exactly what i was going for.”

“a little.”

“don’t worry about it, she was just playing along, alright? let’s get back out there.”

when you stepped outside, hand in hand you expected to feel anxious. you waited for the judgemental stares and hushed whispers but they never came. instead you and ellie made your way to the center of the floor, slowly embracing each other to match the mellow music.

the dim light illuminated her face to where you had the perfect view. it took everything in you not to kiss her right then— baby steps. most of the members of the jackson community were too occupied to even notice you two and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

the fear was minuscule in comparison to the joy felt dancing with ellie that night. it was still present because without fear there is no love. however it no longer consumed you like it had for years. now it was a distant voice in your head, drowned out by the possibility of love and happiness with ellie.

“i promise to be better for you.” you whispered, leaning into her neck.

her arms found their way to your waist bringing you close to her body as she sighed, “me too.”

#the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou2 #tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams angst #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #the last of us fanfic #the last of us x reader

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emonopolyman · 6 months

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The way everyone makes rockstar! Ellie out to be this hard core chick when my idea of rockstar! Ellie is just pheobe bridgers but gayer (if thats possible)

Like her songs are so sad and slow, but she also writes complete bs into them sometimes.

I can imagine her writing songs like graceland about reader, and reader being rockstar! Ellie’s childhood best friend.

For the rockstar! ellie x rockstar! reader girlies I can imagine the two having this weird dynamic connected to the childhood best friend to lover trope. Like the two of them loved one another but never admitted it until it was too late and now (years later) alot of their songs intertwine as they use the same metaphors for one another. (This is so self indulgent because ive been listening to Pheobe Bridgers on loop but when I say the two have extended metaphors for one another in their songs I kinda mean how in both ‘moon song’ , ‘i know the end’ and ‘killer’ they all interlink with Ellie being the killer motif and reader being this ‘dog who always comes back with a bird in her teeth’)

Further self indulgence but I can imagine their reunion one day (like a family event or something) where reader breaks the ice being saying “so you wrote a song about me?” and ellie simply says “i wrote the entire album about you.”

Anyways- soft rockstar! Ellie has my heart and soul. She’s a sweetheart who is too scared to admit her love.

#august thinks !#august writes !#does august think ?#ellie williams x female reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams fic #ellie williams #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams headcanons #ellie tlou #ellie x y/n

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siremasterlawrence · 18 days

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BHAFTA Part 1

British Hypnosis Academy Of Television and Film Arts has a feverish premiere week after a strange young man infiltrated the grand ole academy for the longterm and so many changes have happened. The school has been rebranded with a new lifestyle training Academy I have a new type of training to install in the students and my plan has to get going to be unfurled out of controlled.I made a list of British actors who came to my aid after the announcement saying it’s good for change and I approached many of them starting with the former man of mystery James Bond.

The red carpet rolls out ultra plush towards The Academy who will relaunch a million careers and spring forth a thousand more with a simple trigger word everyone who signs this contract will be at my mercy to mold. Daniel Craig’s limo parks as the door swings open revealing the man of martini shaken not stirred, he takes a step forward hand ready to shake mine as I grab it shaking it fiercely with one hand and offering out my other hand.A contract with a quilt pen laying on it in a magical fashion he picks up and beginning to sign a contract without reading it at all in excitement because he felt utter compelled to do so because he felt so deeply in need of him.The crowd electrically erupting in a baffle of excitement roars up in to the air streaking from wall to wall with screams hitting brand new heights and hitting new ridiculous levels as his mind is shook to the core as we shook firmly. The fiery minute we touch hands as we set something so embedded inside of him it is lit much like a match stick with a forest fire metastasizing throughout his body and without any bit of effort he succumbs.The light in his pupils erasing from existence fading into the anonymity of time and space forever into the void and eventually he left totally empty devoid of anything except for all that I command. Taking control leading him to the side of The BHAFTA Academy as we snuck into the true massively gigantic building in the Great City of London and we enter the side doors avoid every fan and photographer pinning him in to the wall. Pressing my body on the wall we go skin to skin matching every inch and crevice before we kiss a little leading to a longterm make our season because we fell deeply in love for each other. I place his back on to the wall putting in a few codes as he stares at me mindlessly swallowing his body in to the wall as he spun to the side and the walls open up as he drops down a slide.

“OI Mate! You super seeded to the head of the academy.” Tom Hardy calls to me.

“Can I help you Tom?”

“I am interested “

“Would you like to have a conversation?”

“Bloody yeah!”

“Wait for me in that small inclosure “

“Yes sure “

“Don’t interrupt us”

“Yes sir”

“Please pitch “

“I am Tom Hardy and I think I could be that spokesperson.”

“Well Daniel Craig is interested “

“Against me? I don’t think so”

“Cocky huh?”

“What if I am?”

“No! You are not !”

“Excuse me!”

“You are insecure “

“Now listen here”

“Or what punk?”

“What’s going on?”

“The door is closing”

“The lights are flickering off”

“Ssshhhh!”

“Don’t shush me”

“Zip it Hardy”

“Focus on your life “

“It flashes back and forth “

“Enter my school”

“You are hired “

“Tom Ellis”

“Where is Hardy?”

“He’s busy “

“My new spokesperson “

“That was insanely quick”

“Bloody hell!”

“Cheeky”

“Am I?”

“So unfair “

“Why?”

“Did you want it?”

“Maybe possibly “

“Well I have to go”

“No! STOP!”

“Baby please “

“Fuck me!”

“Excuse me”

“Let me prove it “

“Are you stripping?”

“Now you are naked “

“Oh My!”

“Say it”

“Goodness “

“Oh come on!”

“What?”

“Swear it!”

“Hmmm”

“Fuck”

“Much better “

“Worship me”

Andrew Garfield is the next to approaches me in a heat of lust, love and desire to begin following me to the balcony and shutting the door after he enters. He smirks at me with this red fiery rage inside of him calling to me

he stood so tall in the brush of the moon light of white decadence. I lay my right hand

on him wrapping the other over his shoulder as we dance to the silvery moon tapping his shoulders tightly and we kiss a few more moments.

“Woah! Hey! How are you doing this?”

“Making me swoon over you “

“Swoon over me?”

“Yeah babe”

“I don’t know you “

“My movies “

“I’ve seen some”

“And?”

“I loved them”

“Hell yes!”

“You are so sweet”

“Let me lift you up “

“Swoop you off of your feet”

“Hug you tight “

“Kiss you sweetly “

“Be your man”

“Take my hand “

“Love you “

“Will you serve me Andrew?”

“With my all”

“I give you my body “

“What a specimen”

“My mind”

“So easy to mind alter “

“Your life “

“Wonderful to sculpt “

“Whatever you wish!”

“Strip me please “

“I am all”

“Yes Master”

“Hey Tom! Say Cheese!”

The end

#daniel craig #tom hardy #tom ellis #andrew garfield #tom holland #the royal family #red carpet #celebrity slaves #hypnosis #mind control #reprogramming #hypno slave #photography

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boyakishantrinity · 7 months

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"Ursa?"

"Ellie, what did you do this time."

"For once. Nothing. But either I'm high, or that's a ship with cloaking devices for the crew who appear to give high frequency sighted aliens inability to see-"

The large bear places his paw on her shoulders turning down to her.

"... Ellie, what the FUCK-"

The ship lurched, throwing the Terran into the bear's lap, groaning as Moon (that's his name translated) got to his feet.

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"The ship?"

Now on her back, legs leaned against what was the floor. Wait. Why were-

The ship lurched once more, stabilisers activating as it straightened itself.

"SHIT. FUCK. CUNT. ASS-HOOOLE!"

Rolling into the adjacent wall, legs slapping against the floor as the sound of panicked shouts echoed from the hall.

"Ellie?"

"Spinny."

"PRIVATE."

"SIR YES SIR."

Standing at attention, body tense as the captain got to his feet.

"Grab your weapons and beat the intruders to a pulp. No killing, just knock em out. DISMISSED."

"SIR YES SIR!"

She turned, dropping to a sprinting pose before running down the hall, grabbing his abdomen the captain spat out blood. He'd bit his tongue quite hard, nothing major but enough he'd need a minute.

She'd opened door ahead of time, activating her gadgets (read: stolen military gear) to lock the ship down, doors jamming shut, gate permanently locked open, electronic drones no doubt moving to fuse the metal shut on the other end. Creating a channel straight towards her room, jumping across walls as she yanked her stuff out the room.

Legs pounding, head sweating as she slammed an EpiPen into her stomach. Her eyes flicked awake, pirates shouting in languages the translator quickly translated to English.

"WHERE'S THE FUCKING DRILL?"

"STAY THE FUCK DOWN."

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID THIS SHIP COULDN'T LOCK DOWN!!"

"It doesn't."

She froze. That kind of voice generally meant, well not leader. But a core part of the group. She smiled. The first person she'd found to devour.

Greed hissed open the door, slithering its way out the vents before they slammed onto her as the snake like animal growled. Anger. Someone had clearly hacked the damn ship! Some kind of gadget, but the empty hallways left many question. For one. Why was it a straight loop?

Her eyes picked something up, something was running down the hall, some metal device in her hand. It wasn't a plasma pistol, damn tiny weapons made for stunning. The bullet however. What was it? Whatever it was, it wasn't anything modern. Or familiar.

A raider of four seperate systems, pirate (privateer). A class 2 weapon, reliable sure. But bullets were exceedingly rare. And the scent. Foreign. Nothing familiar at all. Not to say unique, it smelt similar. But this. This wasn't-

The moving warm figure had maintained speed, running along a wall as it neared. Three more corridors, sprinting down the hall... She looked up, Orla. The Slithering Claw, the red laser aimed at her. She listened back, her head was angled down. But how could she do so without...

Small movements moved, back and forth, something she'd normally ignore, but now. It flicked it's eyes. Already, she formed a way to fight against the crewmate. Spear drawn, pistol raised and tail prepared to sweep. This would be a quick fight.

Dirt coloured, wearing some kind of tactical armour, semi reflective for light and things slamming into ya. Hmm. Some kind of snake alien.

WISK.

She froze, her body shifting as she moved between the hall, spear drawn with both hands as she raced ahead. A gun in one hand, she stood her ground. Firing, the first reflected. Almost immediately, she frowned. Reaching behind her for something. Handles, many handles. Hesitating, moving. Useless to her.

The snake reared back, spear pushed forward as she hissed.

"YOU WILL DIE."

She leaned back, bending under the staff as she raised a leg, sweeping over the weapon before spanning the wooden handle.

CLICK.

The handle held at her head, a hand on her back as a foot remained on the end of her tail.

"SSSSS"

[Fuck. You]

"... You speak Sawi?"

"Fuck no I don't. Just something my friend's pet does."

She swept her left hand, slamming a knife into her waist. The bone snapping under the knife as she slammed her head forward. Smashing the snake backwards.

"MY HEAD!!"

Swearing in some kind of common tongue, I swiveled the knife, aiming with my right.

"Can't kill ... fine."

The translator barely managed to translate it, pulling out a yellow device before jamming it into her side.

"You-"

She dropped to the floor, knocked out as the noise of metal echoed down the hall. More shouting, the translator shouting into my ear.

She ripped it off, parts flying as she threw a cable. The line twirling around the snake before she tied a rope around her tail.

Good. Now if she tries to move, she'll slap herself with her own tail.

And with a fully loaded revolver, she sprinted down the hall.

They'd taken shelter behind boxes, having cut through the titanium doors, guns raining laser pellets that lost energy as they fired. The metal fragments dropped harmlessly to the ground, tiny metal beads that could be magnetically collected, recharged and then fired again.

BANG

Something flew through the pellets, energised pellet smacking the bullet forward as it blew the hole out of an alien.

"KEEP FIRING. I CAN'T KILL SHIT IF YOU DON'T!"

Shouting from behind them, an M4A1 in hand, the Australian firing her weapon from behind them, single shots loosening craters in the pack of twelve as they began to push forward. Reinforcements. Five against twenty, seemingly still in shock she stabbed herself once more.

Drawing her sword, she charged forward.

"CHARGE!!"

She leapt ahead, sprinting towards the aliens with a an iron sword. Slamming the blade down, she cut down the first alien. The pellets seemed to swerve, hitting the walls and the strange black circles that definately weren't there a few moments ago.

They in fact weren't from a few moments ago, I'd thrown them as I charged, magnets that emit magnets. Since they used pellet weapons, iron pellets. The kind they'd used in PB for extremists (because humans don't have enough ways to shoot at each other), but primarily kept their guns on the low setting. Not enough energy to form a mini magnetic field that'd hit like a point blank barret shot.

But more like that moron who hung off the edge of the speeding bushmaster and got heavily bruised.

But besides that.

She'd cocked her gun, firing at a random alien as she sheathed her sword. Cocking the weapon again, she grinned, smiling at the aliens like a madwoman, wide eyes and a massive grin.

She fired again, cocking her second gun as she tilted her head.

By now, 15 pirates remained, unshot that is. Bullets pierced legs, limbs. Non lethal positions but the kind that make any decent soldier think. "Jesus fuck she's going to torture us."

Almost immediately, as soon as the shock dropped, the large alien dropped his fist. And almost immediately, shed glanced up. Holstered her guns, reached behind her. And rolled.

Swords drawn free, she stood on her feet, holding stance as she returned her smile.

"Bit rude. Innit?"

Before sweeping the blades, slicing at his arm as she twirled. Slamming the swords to cut the pirates legs off.

"Now, who wants to surrender?"

The pirates froze, the strange alien had fought them, countered their bullets, sliced limbs and requested surrender. The translators returned the message as they dropped weapons, reinforcements copying their comrades as the crew cautiously took them hostage.

Ignoring her crew, she marched back, turning the corner before dragging a bag behind her. Several of the conscious captives now tied, they tossed a translator at her.

"Ellie. What are you doing?"

"Just gonna clear the ship."

"... Why? There's pirates-"

"..."

She stopped, freezing as she reloaded her guns. Before pulling out what looked to be a shotgun.

"... You got a radio?"

She stared at the captain of the boarding crew, tied with cuffs, he nodded his head. Amda tossing the radio to her.

"Why do you need their radio?"

"You'll see. Radios automatically translate right?"

"... Yeah?"

"ATTENTION DUMBASSES. I'VE CAPTURED YOUR BOARDING CREW, SURRENDER PEACEFULLY OR I CLEAR YOUR SHIP. OVER. "

"... Sarge? "

"Ignore the Terran. "

"... Alright."

She cocked her gun, an empty shell dropped to the ground.

"I'll see you in like. Twenty minutes."

"Ellie, what are you doing?"

"... I'm going to go clear a ship?"

"By yourself?"

"... I mean, I could try to do it without my body."

"ELLIE."

"WHAT?"

"Do you have a death wish?"

"yes."

"... That's not the right answer."

Now standing at the hole in to the pirate ship, she shouted back.

"I DON'T CARE!"

[Do I continue this?]

#humans are space orcs #tag #Triage #Aura #Writing #The consequences of my actions

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racefortheironthrone · 2 months

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People often say that Moon Knight is "Marvel's Batman," but would his series be a good read for Batman fans, or is it too different in concept or execution?

I think there's a lot of good Moon Knight that Batman fans would enjoy - from the classic 70s stuff where Moon Knight was basically just a crime-fighter with a lot of secret identities (before the DID became a core element of his character) that is pretty close to Batman, orthe "Mister Night" persona that Marc Spector adopted starting in the Warren Ellis run in 2014 that is more of a detective character.

However, I think it's important to not go in expecting Moon Knight to be "Marvel's Batman," because there's all sorts of stuff, from the DID to his Egyptian mysticism, that doesn't really fit within the Batman Venn diagram.

Also, Marvel's Batman is Daredevil, this is already established.

Also, I strongly recommend the Jed MacKay Moon Knight run, because it's fantastic.

#moon knight #batman #comics #comics meta #marvel #marvel meta #jed mackay #dc #dc meta

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puppetmaster13u · 3 months

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Prompt 218

“Moom, there’s yellow-eyed creeps fighting ninjas outside the window again!”

Danny sighed, taking a deep breath- in for ten, out for eight- as he set the pot he was cleaning back in the sink. Dan- currently six- came running in from the living room of the apartment, where he was watching TV. Or he should have been if not for the bullshit outside.

He sighed again, picking up baby Ellie- currently closer to two- out of her highchair (even if she could just float out) and let his oldest drag him to the window. Sure enough, another fight was happening, with no vigilante in sight stopping it. Look, he knew most people didn’t live here, but it was still rude.

“Jordan, remember how I told you how violence isn’t always the answer?” Danny asked sweetly, Dan’s expression shifting to a wicked grin as he opened the window. “Feel free to practice tossing some fireballs while I clean up your sister, yeah?”

Ah, the sweet sound of surprised cursing and startled ecto-signatures. Maybe they’d be polite enough to take their spar elsewhere.

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Danny: I’m going to be a better parent than my parents & not get distracted by work #He has a couple of the clones’ cores too #Does it count as mpreg?#Danny has a garden shop/bookstore at ground level #He’s gotten better at cooking but he doesn’t trust them not to come alive so he sticks to drinks #Halfas are like phoenixes when they have to retreat to their core #They come out as babies thanks to having to rebuild their human flesh body from scratch #Why yes they’re in Gotham- he’s lived in several different cities over the last few decades #Doesn’t look a day over thirty somehow (it’s the ectoplasm)#Space Core Danny #Sun Core Dan #Moon Core Ellie #Why yes he named his clone-sons after stars #Shadow Core Orion #Bed Sheet Ghost #Earth Core Rigel #Monster Ghost #Light Core Algor #Tiny Ghost #Sun Core Draco #Yes Danny is an adult with a pair of small children & 4 more on the way what of it #dad danny #Mom Danny #He is both #prompts

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mirananananan · 8 months

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intro & fic masterlist

hi & welcome to my blog which consists mostly of me screaming about the last of us, more specifically joel & ellie. i also enjoy a fair amount of other fandom content (ted lasso, succession, harry potter, marvel, some musicians, etc), so expect occasional reblogs outside of tlou.

my name is miranda (she/her), and i am back on tumblr and ao3 after an approx. 10 year hiatus, so it has been really fun finding joy in this again after so long! my asks are always open, as are my dms! i love meeting and talking to people on here!

speaking of, i write tlou fic and post on ao3 when i have the time and inspiration! i absolutely love found family dynamics, angst/fluff, and giving these beautiful characters who i love so much some softness and happiness.

masterlist:

ONE-SHOTS:

you were wrong (my healing needed more than time) - ellie and joel adjust to life in jackson. joel is having a harder time than he thought he would...and he somehow forgot how hard it is to be a parent (3.9k words)

what would it feel like to put this baggage down? - the progression of joel & ellie's relationship through conversations they have while he does her hair (7.4k words)

routine - there is a break in ellie's routine, and the entire day spirals from there. set in modern au in which 7-year-old ellie was adopted by good parents joel & tess, the beautiful verse set up by this fic (4.6k words)

twenty year dark night (now i see daylight) - joel remembers a series of core parenting memories with sarah as he navigates being a parent to a very different child under very different circumstances (11k words)

a place in a brand new world - joel tells ellie the truth after a few months in jackson. she struggles with forgiveness, complicated further by having a hard time coming to terms with what her place is in joel's life. ft. good uncle tommy, feelings of inadequacy for ellie, and joel waiting patiently to pick up the pieces (5.4k words)

we don't get too long (that's why i'm holding on) - ellie's getting older, and so is joel. lots of things are different, but plenty is the same. ft. aged-up ellie and joel; everyone lives, no one dies jackson fluff (2.4k words)

i had the best day with you today - the pumpkin patch/fall vibes fic i dreamt up one day while listening to "the best day" (taylor's version) by taylor swift (5.1k words)

a home that leads me back to you - whumptober 2023 promt #3: "like crying out in an empty room, with no one there except the moon" | solitary confinement | "make it stop"

SERIES:

modern sisters au -

modern setting au in which joel is a single dad to his two teenage daughters, sarah and ellie.

daughters - in another universe, joel has both of his girls together, minus the apocalypse. aka, the modern au in which sarah & ellie are sisters (2.3k words)

on my side (even when i was wrong) - sarah and ellie attempt to pull off a scheme to keep joel from finding about ellie's school troubles. he finds out anyway (4.5k words)

the better version of our past - joel and tess agree to smuggle a six-year-old named ellie to the fireflies in exchange for gear they need to get west in joel’s search for tommy. when they discover she is immune and what the fireflies plan to do with her, there is a change of plans.

takes place about 8 years before canon. tess lives, family is found, ellie gets a post-apocalyptic childhood.

the past coming back (pt. 1) - main story. an alternate universe/timeline where joel & tess meet ellie eight years earlier under similar circumstances (30.7k words)

the future looks good (pt. 2) - a little extra of ellie’s pov at bill & frank’s (set in chapters 3-4 of part 1 of series). ft. ellie's process of starting to trust joel & tess even though she's never really known trustworthy adults (2.2k words)

just tryin' to find my way to you (pt. 3) - ellie gets sick while settling in jackson. joel worries too much. ft. the healing powers of candy land (7.1k words)

today is another day to find you (pt. 4) - joel makes a guitar once they're settled into jackson. ellie is absolutely smitten, but tess is even more smitten with her family and the moments they enjoy together (2.7k words)

time cutting me open (then healing me fine) (pt. 5) - tommy convinces joel & tess to take a "vacation" so that he can activate good uncle tommy mode. it goes about as well as could be expected. ft. ellie's separation anxiety, tommy doing his best, and lots of fluffy comfort for all (6k words)

i found you under an april sky (pt. 6) - during her early months in jackson, ellie learns what it means to be loved, have a family, and a place to call home (6.4k words)

a flower bud in concrete (pt. 7) - the miller family grows within the safe walls of jackson. tess & joel decide to have a baby now that they are in an environment that is normal enough, and ellie has mixed feelings about being a big sister (14.3k words)

just stand still (pt. 8) - ellie is 14 now and experiencing some major growing pains. ft. aged-up tpcb ellie, heavy angst, and canonical violence/traumatic events, but also the incredible miller family there to help make it all better (25.3k words)

#blog intro #most used tags:#tlou #fic writing #joel & ellie #tlou fanart #the last of us #joel miller #ellie williams #pedro pascal #bella ramsey #tlou fic

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zipadeea · 1 year

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Haven’t played the game but I watched winter and the hospital gameplay of tlou last night and here’s why Joel absolutely made the best decision:

(SPOILERS)

1. My dude had a raging concussion friends. He was slammed in the head and out so cold the fireflies were able to move him into a bed in the hospital, and he had absolutely no idea where Ellie was. Then, Joel wakes up and is told Ellie lived, but btw we’re gonna kill her to save the world. And all my dude with a raging concussion hears is you’re going to kill my child, so obviously he takes on the whole hospital and saves her.

2. Ellie is different after winter. She is withdrawn, traumatized, obviously depressed and terrified. It does not matter if, as Marlene says, this is what Ellie wants, because the Ellie that joel knows is a survivor to her core. She wants to live. This post-winter Ellie might make the decision to die, but she is not in the right headspace to make that decision.

3. Ellie is fourteen. It should never even be up to her (if the fireflies gave her that chance, but that’s another whole point here). In a perfect world, medical decisions would be made by her parent/guardian. And Marlene gave up those rights when she had Joel take Ellie across the country.

4. The fireflies are hypocrites.

They fight for years against FEDRA for democracy and freedom and the rights of the people. But the moment it comes to “the fate of humanity” and “the only thing that can save us”, personal rights go out the window. Which is exactly what FEDRA did. The fireflies are defaulting to arguments for FEDRA when it comes Ellie.

(Also just, side note, but it’s really Marlene’s lack of emotional intelligence that fucks this all up for her. Like, I’m glad it was ends the way it does, but Marlene never should have told Joel that Ellie survived drowning. “How did you make it, I lost half my crew on the trip.” They adopted each other moron! Ellie imprinted on Joel like a duckling, and Joel (whom Marlene knows to be a very dangerous, closed off person) would find a way to take Ellie to the moon if she asked it of him. Marlene not seeing that killed everyone in the hospital.)

5. Finally, the doctor jumping straight to digging into Ellie’s brain and killing her is rash and stupid. There had to have been other tests they could have done first. He seems idiotic and very desperate and I don’t think it would have worked. Ellie would be dead and there still wouldn’t be a cure.

#tlou #the last of us #hbo tlou spoilers #HBO #spoilers #so many spoilers #the last of us spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams

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destinylightsup-2006 · 1 year

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Okay, this time this is my grand update for my little about myself, and I remaked it by removing some of them and replaced by featuring other characters/people who I'd love to choose.

A sequel to the previous page I made before A little about me. And another A Little about me (Remake).

Sadly QUIETTALEOfficial is no longer activated here anymore for a certain reason

(A link to one of my previous references that inspire me.) www.deviantart.com/destinywith… www.deviantart.com/destinywith…

The ones that I did not add into the template, that are similar to the ones in my reference sheet.

My name is "Destiny" (but my real name is "Daniel")

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Alignment: Good

Element: Light, Enchant and Neutral

Personality: Good, Kind, Friendly, Insecure, Heroic, Helpful, Honest, Caring, Pure-hearted, Remorseful, Good natured, Brave, Nervous (sometimes), Gentle, Supportive, Thoughtful, Selfless, Accidental, Sufferable (when something wrong with him), and Well behaved (like always a lot).

Family/Pet/Relationship (I mentioned them because I don't want to use my families' real names.)

My brother

My mother

My father

My 3 cousins (female)

My 2 uncles

My 2 aunts

My grandmother

My grandfather (deceased)

My grandaunt

My granduncle (deceased)

My other relatives.

I have a French Bulldog ever since we got him on 4th June.

No love interest just yet.

Favourite Songs/Musicians

Friday Night Funkin songs (e.g. Mashup)

Owl City (Fireflies, Good Time, When can I see you again)

Ellie Goulding (Outside, Lights, Burn, Easy Lover)

Calvin Harris (We Found Love)

David Guetta (Titanium)

Taylor Swift (Love Story)

Katy Perry (Roar, Fireworks)

Panic at the Disco (High Hopes)

Imagine Dragons (Enemy, Believer, I'm so Sorry)

Skillet (Standing in the Storm, Out of Hell, Legendary)

Little Mix (Black Magic)

Clean Bandit (Symphony)

Michael Jackson (Thriller, Bad, Billie Jean, Beat it)

One Direction (One Thing)

Fifty Fifty (Cupid)

The Script (Superheroes, Hall of Fame)

Jubyphonic (Butterfly and Halloween cover)

Pretty much anything else I love.

Favourite Food

Fish & chips

Sushi

Red apples

Pizza

Macaroni

Grapes

Strawberries

Kiwi

Tangerines

Oreos

Cheesecake

Mango

Spaghetti

Ice cream

Tiramisu

Katsu

Favourite Drinks

Orange juice

Milk

Hot chocolate

Bubble tea

Lucozade

Oreo milkshake

Friends (Like I mean true Friends I communicate with them mostly)

Simphoni

Seyvert

Marta Ceccanti / @martaceccantiworld

Rosaline Faith Heartglow / @innocent-angel-girl

Bria D./Hatari / @kuukuualchemistjuku

Ced / Ced145

Chey / @asktheminecraftcrew

Vabessa / Vabessa2006

Otto / TheCoreoftheStar/@ottos-core (however I decided to leave them not being tagged so much since they're not on DA anymore)

Kylie / @kylievershion

Deli / @delicatethefox

Samantha / SweetieSammyCakes

Molly / Mafu0Mol

Gianluca Ruger / @gianlucarugergr

Jedidiah Daigle / Reaperental

Desue / DesueDraws

Colleen (DesueDraws)

Scarlet / RedHeartSunset

Neoshi / NeonFluffyMoon1

Norman / NormanTheWolfman2002

Carno / CarnoProductions

Chelsie / ChelsTheMutant667

Juan Jose / JJproduction297

Dylan Jewelson (@innocent-angel-girl)

Spinel (@innocent-angel-girl)

Candy (Precure)

Mylai the Ghostfire (Ced145)

Gingerbrave (Cookie Run)

Kirby

Edd, Matt and Tom (Eddsworld)

Leonardo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Raphael (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Donatello (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Michelangelo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Gilbert the Jemling (@Princess-Faithra)

Steven Universe

Ruby Rose (RWBY)

Weiss Schnee (RWBY)

Blake Belladonna (RWBY)

Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

Jaune Arc (RWBY)

Red and Yellow (Larva)

Sailor Moon

Aang (Avatar)

Sora (Kingdom Hearts)

Boyfriend (Friday Night Funkin')

Girlfriend (Friday Night Funkin')

Flippy (Happy Tree Friends)

Kevin, Stuart and Bob (Despicable Me)

Strawberry Cookie (Cookie Run)

Wizard Cookie (Cookie Run)

Custard Cookie iii (Cookie Run)

Chili Pepper Cookie (Cookie Run)

Steve (Minecraft)

Felonious Gru (Despicable Me)

SMG4

Mario (SMG4)

Meggy Spletzer (SMG4)

Melony (SMG4)

Ben Tennyson (Ben 10)

Charlie Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel)

Hercules (Disney)

Mario

Luigi (Super Mario)

Sonic the Hedgehog

Po (Kung Fu Panda)

Emmet Brickowski (The LEGO Movie)

Invincible/Mark Grayson

Finn Mertens (Adventure Time

Jake (Adventure Time)

Mega-man

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians)

Close Friends

Jayson / @jj2k20

Eila

Rikadiah

Maia / JustAGirlOnDA

V.C 2.0 / @v-c2-0

Emma / @emmazworld69420

Arwen Bourne / @ArwenTheCuteWolfGirl

Zero Experience / Zexperience

Fancy Graphics / @fancy-graphics63

Vincent / @vincentlopez

Anthony / AnthonyDraws04

Lengieal / @lengieal

Mark / Mark-Born

Zoe Drake/Popping Candy (@kuukuualchemistjuku)

Sally / SallyVEVO

YazFly / xXYazzyChanArtsXx

Amity Hsu / Amity-Hsu

Remmy / RemmyTheSpaceManX101

Spring-o-Bonnie / Spring-o-bonnie

MsTwirlePoofs / MsTwirlepoofs

Kate / KATEtheDeath1

Xem / XemTheKillerDoll

Don / DonCon206andHedgie

Raspberry Flash (SweetieSammyCakes)

Stan Marsh (South Park)

Kyle Broflovski (South Park)

Kenny McCormick (South Park)

Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup (Powerpuff Girls)

Spider-Man

Osmosis Jones

Thomas the Tank Enginge (Thomas & Friends)

Clotted Cream Cookie (Cookie Run)

Financier Cookie (Cookie Run)

Izuku Midoriya (My Hero Academia)

Homer Simpson (The Simpsons)

Bart Simpson (The Simpsons)

Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Run)

Alice (Alice in Wonderland)

Gandalf (Middle-earth)

Splendid (Happy Tree Friends)

Woody (Toy Story)

Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story)

Tanjiro Kamado (Demon Slayer)

Nezuko Kamado (Demon Slayer)

Zenitsu Agatsuma (Demon Slayer)

Inosuke Hashibira (Demon Slayer)

Lightning McQueen (Cars)

Mater (Cars)

Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls)

Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls)

Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls)

Link (The Legend of Zelda)

Samus (Metroid)

Donkey Kong

Ryuko Matoi (Kill la Kill)

Mako Mankanshoku (Kill la Kill)

Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony)

Spike (My Little Pony)

Starlight Glimmer (My Little Pony)

Tiger Lily Cookie (Cookie Run)

Jotaro Kujo (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Hollyberry Cookie (Cookie Run)

Dark Cacao Cookie (Cookie Run)

SpongeBob SquarePants

Patrick Star (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Goku (Dragon Ball)

R.O.B. (Nintendo)

Wildberry Cookie (Cookie Run)

Crunchy Chip Cookie (Cookie Run)

Meta Knight (Kirby)

Optimus Prime (Transformers)

Godzilla

Enemies/Rivals (obviously the ones that I mentioned who are targets of me and trolls that hurt my friends, but don't worry, I didn't tag them anyway)

Dreadlock ("Overall Arch-Nemesis" and evil counterpart)

Mucida, Neplacut and Brute ("2nd/secondary Arch-enemies")

Vulgarous the Portentous Dragon

Queen Mahogany

Technaz

Rosera Doubt Heartbreaker (@innocent-angel-girl)

Violent Marta (@martaceccantiworld)

Aubri A./Zatari (@kuukuualchemistjuku)

Queen Aria (@kuukuualchemistjuku)

DarkCed (Ced145)

DarkChey (@asktheminecraftcrew)

Midnight Darkness (Vabessa2006)

Teeth (@ottos-core)

Keli (@delicatethefox)

Ahtnamas (SweetieSammyCakes)

Vinnet the Ghostfire (Ced145)

Dark Gianluca (@gianlucarugergr)

Princess Nora (@martaceccantiworld)

Bowser (Super Mario)

Dark Enchantress Cookie (Cookie Run)

Dr. Eggman (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Scar (The Lion King)

Storm King (My Little Pony)

King K. Rool (Donkey Kong)

Sideshow Bob (The Simpsons)

Tord (Eddsworld)

Hades (Hercules)

Diesel 10 (Thomas & Friends)

Salem (RWBY)

Niles (SMG4)

Mommy Long Legs (Poppy Playtime)

Russ Cargill (The Simpsons)

Pain and Panic (Hercules)

Plankton (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Cinder Fall (RWBY)

Dark Meta Knight (Kirby)

Ganondorf (The Legend of Zelda)

Mayor Shelbourne (Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs)

Big Jack Horner (Puss in Boots)

Dr. Octopus (Marvel's Spider-Man)

Lasombra (Hey Arnold!)

Francis (SMG4)

Thrax (Osmosis Jones)

Fliqpy (Happy Tree Friends)

Scanty and Kneesocks (Panty & Stocking)

Horned King (The Black Cauldron)

Tricky the Clown (Madness Combat)

The Auditor (Madness Combat)

Ridley (Metroid)

Queen Chrysalis (My Little Pony)

Lord Tirek (My Little Pony)

Cozy Glow (My Little Pony)

Kazuya Mishima (Tekken)

Matcha Cookie (Cookie Run)

Carnage (Spider-Man)

Pomegranate Cookie (Cookie Run)

Licorice Cookie (Cookie Run)

Poison Mushroom Cookie (Cookie Run)

Balthazar Bratt (Despicable Me)

Thanos (Marvel)

Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty)

Master Xehanort (Kingdom Hearts)

Metal Sonic (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Infinite (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel)

Black Hat (Villainous)

Kavaxas (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Megatron (Transformers)

Black Pearl Cookie (Cookie Run)

Slenderman

King Ghidorah (Godzilla)

Neutral/Grey Area (Neither do I trust them, but do sometimes help out)

Beavis and Butt-head

Hank J Wimbleton (Madness Combat)

Peter Griffin (Family Guy)

Eric Cartman (South Park)

Randy Marsh (South Park)

Deadpool (X-Men)

Johnny Bravo

Panty and Stocking

Conker (Conker's Bad Fur Day)

Lumpy (Happy Tree Friends)

Discord (My Little Pony)

Phantom of the Bwahpera (Super Mario)

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Do not trace my art

Do not report without a reason

No pedophilia

No Incest

No rip-offs

You have to be 13 or over to access my page

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Remember what you do, don't post images from other disgusting websites that you're not meant to visit

Definitely no sexual/erotic Roleplaying

(NOTE: I do not own everything, except my persona, Simphoni, Seyvert, Eila, Rikadiah, Dreadlock, Mucida, Neplacut, Brute, Vulgarous, Queen Mahogany, and Technaz, All Credit goes to Everybody else and rightful owners that I used and mentioned.

Also, if I didn't add you here, forgive me, and please don't you ever say, "Where am I?", "Why am I not in it?" or "Please include me", because that would make you look yourself like an egotist and I'd be quite annoyed if you lot don't read the section that I written here, it's my choice and it's my decision to what I like to do. And please respect everything what I added.

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