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I've made a fucking masterpiece
#this might be my new pfp#labyrinth#labyrinth 1986#william the worm#labyrinth blue worm#my post#eli shut up challenge#yall....i love this chap.#labyrinth movie
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i swear job applications get more and more complex by the day....i now have to have (and pass) an interview....in order to be offered the actual interview...please stop adding so many hoops to jump through i am short and have weak bones 😭😭
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i have no motivation to post i was like "ooh im gonna make such an in depth analysis of both will and mike's playlists" and then i forgot i have finals and don't have the energy for anything
#i mean i could make it but i want it to be as best and descriptive as possible#eugh#elis shut up challenge
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With a care in this world...
Based on this ask ("sleeping in a hammock together") from @annoyingmillenialnewbie. As with all my requests, I apologize for being so late! I was really missing Eli and Zoe, so I was so happy to have this little fic to do. I hope you enjoy it!
Book: Wake the Dead
Pairing: Eli Sipes x F!MC (Zoe Rivera)
Rating: General
Category: Fluff with a little angst
Summary: The summer heat is taking its toll on the colonists, and Zoe is no exception. Delighted when a cooler day arrives, Zoe decides to enjoy a little time outdoors, but Eli isn't pleased.
Words: 1044
A/N: Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge - but I improvised a little - instead of stargazing, it's skygazing. If Dani will alow it. :)
Summer had become Zoe’s least favorite season. If the increased zombie activity wasn’t bad enough, merely surviving in the oppressive heat made every day more of a challenge. The past week had been so brutal that Shannon advised only essential duties could be performed outdoors. Heat exhaustion at Olympus was becoming prevalent, and she didn’t want to see it elevate to heat stroke.
When they woke up to cooler temperatures this morning, the colonists rejoiced. Everyone except Troy that is. Zoe attempted to wake him up at the crack of dawn. The two of them were scavaging for supplies today, and as she told her immovable friend, the sooner they left, the sooner they’d be home. Then he’d have the first crack at the showers and the vanilla pudding the Angel planned on making today.
True to her word, they were home early, and Troy rushed inside to claim his rewards. But Zoe was in no hurry. She had been cooped up for too many days, and the shaded hammock Minna had recently built was calling her name.
She hopped in, stretched her arms above her head, then laid back and peered at the perfect blue sky peeking through the lush green leaves. After a cleansing breath, she gently rocked herself back and forth. She wouldn’t dislike summer so much if it were always like this, she thought as she fell half-asleep.
While Zoe enjoyed her rest, Eli was busy collecting water from the stream behind the compound. With two large buckets filled, it was time to head back, and he couldn’t be happier. This marked his fifth and, thankfully, final trip of the day. Even though it was cooler, it was still too warm for backbreaking work like this. A small smile formed on his lips when he saw the lodge in the distance, but that smile faltered as soon as he spotted Zoe alone on the hammock. He called a young colonist over and handed him the buckets, then rushed in her direction.
She looked so peaceful and adorable that he almost considered letting her sleep. But not when her safety was an issue. She was obviously safe, but his mind couldn’t stop racing as he approached her, and his heartbeat quickly followed.
“Zoe! Wake up!”
Zoe’s eyes remained shut, though an impish little grin spread on her face.
“Mmm... jealous?” she yawned. “You could have signed up for scavaging first thing in the morning, then you’d already be taking a nap, too.”
“Zoe! I’m serious,” he said, shaking the hammock. “What are you thinking sleeping out here alone!! You know better than that!”
“Relax,” she replied, sitting upright. “I do know better. But it’s the middle of the afternoon, and the perimeter is being guarded.”
“Yes, on the perimeter... but you’re not on the perimeter.”
“I’m not exactly alone. Shanon has the children on a nature hunt right over there,” she pointed a short distance away. “I’m sure I would have heard the screams if we had any drone activity.”
“They’re still too far away!”
To make a final point, Zoe pulled her hunting knife from her hip pocket in two seconds flat. “I also have this.”
“Which would have been very helpful after a drone already attacked you.”
Zoe Rivera was nothing if not stubborn, and under normal circumstances, she would have defended her point all day. But she also knew Eli better than anyone, and she noticed the terror in his eyes.
“Baby, I’m OK,” she whispered, patting the space beside her. “Come, sit by me.”
Eli settled next to her, and she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and gently kissed his cheek.
“I know you worry about me, hon. But look, I’m OK. I’m right here.”
Eli’s eyes stayed focused on the ground as he tried to center himself, pushing memories from the past out of his mind.
“I know,” he said with a pained voice. “But it takes just a minute, Zoe, and I can’t bear to think...”
“Hey,” she held him closer. “I’m sorry for worrying you, Eli. I understand, I really do. While we face a certain amount of risk daily... you’re right... We don’t have to invite more. If it makes you feel better, I won’t nap outside alone anymore.”
Eli turned to her, his rough hand pushing her hair gently behind her ear, then cupping her cheek in his palm. “I hate to ask that of you. I know how much you enjoy it... and it’s not as if we have a lot of things that bring us joy...”
“That’s not true,” she smiled. “As long as we have each other, I have all the joy I need.”
He leaned in and closed the space between them, his lips meeting hers with a soft, tender kiss. His arms encircled her so tight Zoe nearly lost her breath.
“Uh, Baby. If you want me around, you probably shouldn’t asphyxiate me,” she teased.
Eli loosened his grip. “I’m sorry for overreacting, but I can’t imagine losing you, Zo.”
“I know,” she grinned. “Why don’t we go inside? We can both take a nap in our bed.”
“I’m really not that tired,” he said, to her great disappointment. “But, how about I lay on the hammock with you. I’ll stay awake while you get a little rest in.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Lying here holding you isn’t exactly a sacrifice,” he chuckled.
“Then fine,” she said, pushing him back and nearly causing the hammock to topple. As Zoe’s laughter filled the air, Eli steadied them with an exasperated sigh.
“Stop pretending you’re mad at me,” she said, snuggling into him.
Eli kissed the top of her head. “You know I can’t stay mad at you for long. Now, close your eyes and get some rest. I’ll make sure you’re up in time to get ready for dinner.”
“That sounds like a plan,” she said with a yawn.
Then Zoe drifted off into a peaceful sleep; Eli peered at the bright blue sky, peeking through the lunch leaves above, and he smiled. Loving someone always comes with the risk of loss and pain; it’s unavoidable. But at long last, he had something that made it all worthwhile, and he knew just how lucky he was.
@choicesmonthlychallenge @openheartfanfics
Tagging in seperate blog
#choices fanfic#playchoices#playchoices fanfic#wake the dead#wake the dead choices#choices the stories you play#eli sipes#eli sipes x f!mc#choices fic writers creations#choices monthly challenge#cfwc fics of the week#fic requests
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Hand Holding #39 with Thranto, perhaps?
dusts this ask off, thranto is evergreen, right? 🤭
"Hand Holding #39 - holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition"
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Eli doesn’t have to look at Thrawn to know that the Chiss is frowning. He can practically feel the disappointment rolling off his companion in waves. “Art not to your liking?” he teases softly, not wanting to disturb the quiet of the room.
Thrawn has one hand to his chin, the other tucked professionally behind his back. A familiar posture, both in the war room and in the museum. Eli allows himself a moment then two to study him before looking away. “It’s not that. I am quite enjoying the pieces. It is just…”
Eli lifts an eyebrow to prompt for the rest of the sentence, which only makes the slightest hint of a frown tug at Thrawn’s lips. “You don’t like not being able to talk about it?”
“The challenge you have presented me is… unsatisfying,” Thrawn admits, finally turning his gaze down to Eli. His long fingers do a silent dance over his lips, and Eli wonders what sort of story that tells and when he’ll learn it. “There is value in being able to discuss the pieces.”
“Sure. After. Over caf.”
The hint of a frown deepens, there and gone again.
Eli bumps his shoulder into Thrawn’s. “You can always admit defeat, Admiral.”
“Never,” Thrawn answers with such determination that Eli almost laughs. He glares at the painting in lieu of glaring at Eli, or perhaps he’s trying to commit every detail to memory so he can describe it in detail.
“You’re going to burn a hole into that painting.”
“There’s something in it I want your opinion on—”
“Ah, no. You know the rules.” Eli allows himself the indulgence of reaching for Thrawn’s hand that still remains pressed to his lips in thought. He gives it a tug and begins to walk from the exhibit towards the next one. “No talking about it or we immediately move on.”
Stubborn, Thrawn holds his ground for as long as possible before being pulled away. “I hardly think that counted,” he murmurs, catching up and leaning down to speak into Eli’s ear. “I was merely stating a desire without indulging in it.”
Eli opens his mouth, a quip ready on his tongue, then immediately snaps it shut again. Perhaps he’ll maintain a little professionalism.
Thrawn, damn him, must interpret the unspoken comment anyway. There’s the faintest hint of a smirk to replace the frown, and his fingers are warm and confident as they slide between Eli’s. “How about this exhibit next?” he offers casually, gesturing with his free hand.
“Sure,” Eli manages. “But lunch after. I’m starving. And you can tell me what you found so interesting about that painting.” A concession, he figures. The least he could offer.
Thrawn’s expression doesn’t change, but he does give the slightest pulse of pressure to Eli’s hand in response.
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Story #19
“Beer pong is boring, dude, I don’t want to play that again.”
Eli was frustrated. He thought that living with the guys this past semester would be a nonstop stream of hijinks, but after a couple of underwear incidents very early on their Wall of Shame never got added to. The hallway leading to the kitchen had a pitiful three photos: James in his briefs at a frat function, Tyler wearing some rather flamboyant underwear in a store, and poor Christian in his underpants outside. While all the photos were funny, ever since them everyone had finished the semester with their pants still on.
Eli knew that his frustration wasn’t entirely underwear-based. The guys all graduated a month ago, but various circumstances were keeping them in their university town and they had signed up to live in their same housing for another year. Eli and Patrick was getting their master’s, Dan stayed to swim another year, Aaron needed more coursework to graduate, and Christian and James took jobs in the area. Carlos, a year younger than them, was happy he didn’t have to find all new housemates. But this summer that was supposed to be exciting for them, full of possibilities, felt repetitive and Eli didn’t know if he could spend another night playing beer pong in his college town.
“Then what do you suggest?” Christian was frustrated too, but had no ideas to offer. James and Dan didn’t even look up from their phones.
“What if we did beer pong with a twist?” Eli smirked.
“What kind of twist?” Now they had James’ and Dan’s attention.
After conversing, the boys (or now that they’re college graduates, perhaps I should refer to them as men), came to the conclusion that every cup would have a challenge attached to it. If you made a cup and wanted to get it off the table, you had to do the challenge. The boys got to work and split into teams (Eli and James vs Christian and Dan).
Dan made the first cup. It was the bitch cup, and his hands instinctively went to his waistband before remembering this game had different rules. But his instincts were correct, as the rule someone had written was to play with your pants down.
“What the fuck?” Eli couldn’t stop himself from laughing as Dan revealed some pale purple briefs.
“What?” Dan usually didn’t mind his underwear being exposed, but to be fair he usually wore the most basic boxer briefs known to man; for some reason this seemed to strike a nerve with him.
“I just didn’t know you were a homosexual.”
“Shut up.”
Eli made a cup, and his challenge let him keep his pants on. He just had to shotgun a beer. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was all the pantsing stories he heard that he kind of wanted to be a part of, but he was disappointed that he wasn’t in his underpants like his teammate.
Dan was struggling to make a cup again, and despite his desire to pull his pants back up no one was letting him. James, finally not at the receiving end of an embarrassing situation, was relishing the moment. Dan, frustrated by his lack of mobility, ended up kicking his pants to the side and was now just in a wifebeater, sandals, and his purple briefs.
James sunk a cup. Eli read what was on the bottom: “opponents make player and their teammate switch an article of clothing.”
“Who came up with this one?” Eli laughed.
“It was hard to come up with them, and I was six beers in.” James was blushing.
Eli and Dan convened to figure out what they would make them do. Dan suggested having them switch socks (the smell would be enough to make them gag), but then Eli pointed out it didn’t have to be the same article of clothing.
“Christian, give James your shirt. James give Christian your pants.” James nearly spit out his drink.
Christian had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of when taking off his shirt. The whiteness of his toned body contrasted with the maroon pair of thieves waistband poking out from his gym shorts. He draped James’s shorts around his neck like a cape.
Dan’s briefs were no longer the center of attention, as James had some rather skimpy blue camo jockey briefs. For someone who ended up in his underwear so often, you think he’d start to pick something less embarrassing. He awkwardly draped Christian’s shirt over his crotch to try and preserve some modesty.
The game continued. Although none of the other challenges were underwear related, the state of dress most of them were in kept it on their minds. They also all drank a lot more than expected. By the time Dan made another cup, he was too drunk to bother putting his pants back on and hung out in his purple briefs.
Soon, there was one cup left on either side.
“I’ve been carrying my team over here, Christian hasn’t made a single cup.” James was feeling pretty cocky, and Christian retaliated by pulling his shirt away from James’ crotch to expose his briefs.
Eli sunk the last cup. “Let your opponents tear your pants off your body.” Eli was “torn” about how he felt about this challenge. On one hand. He was happy to be in on the underwear antics, but on another he really liked his jeans. Christian and James (who was too drunk to bother preserving his modesty at this point-he was just in a t-shirt and briefs) eagerly grabbed either side of Eli’s pants and tore them off. Eli stood in nothing but a tank top, flip flops, and some white and purple plaid boxers.
“So I guess we won.” The underwear-clad Eli and Dan did a celebratory embrace.
But then James pointed out something interesting; Christian had sunk no cups, meaning he was subject to a “naked lap.”
“Naked?” Christian gulped.
“You can keep your boxers on,” Eli assured him.
“We all know that Christian doesn’t wear boxers.” Dan laughed.
Christian awkwardly took off his shorts to reveal some blue and red patterned Pair of Thieves trunks.
“At least my underwear has legs,” he fired back at Dan, who immediately ceased his cackling.
“You gonna leave your teammate to do the naked lap by himself?” Maybe it was the beer making his decisions for him, but James removed his shirt and was ready to join his partner in crime.
“You know fuck it, I’m pantsless anyway, I’ll join you.” Dan removed his shirt and Eli shrugged and did the same thing.
The boys ran a lap around their house. Dan in his purple briefs, Christian in his red and blue trunks, Eli in his boxers, and James in his camo briefs. The guys from the frat across the street were drinking on their porch and whistled and catcalled the guys. Eli felt so invigorated. Part of him wishes that he was wearing tighter underwear like the other guys, as he felt that would have made him more embarrassed. And why did that appeal to him? He resolved to go shopping for some different underwear.
They all got onto the porch, but for some reason they didn’t rush to go in. The alcohol had lowered all their social inhibitions.
Eli was holding his phone. “Hey guys, smile.” He took a selfie of him and the group.
Being in your underwear with your bros is one thing, but it being immortalized in a photo is another. The other three guys all looked in horror and covered their crotches.
“Looks like the Wall of Shame has another entry.” Eli laughed. Maybe wearing boxers wasn’t the worst thing.
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@g0ldsworthy said: ❛ i’m not who you think i am ❜
a sigh broke out of her lips, mocha hues falling shut instantly at the sound of his voice. it should be noted that alli had been trying really hard not to cause drama recently. it was a new year and she just wanted things to be better and easier. but then again, eli had hurt clare and clare was her best friend so... would it really be causing drama if she spoke up her mind? turning around, the girl wrapped her arms across her chest and looked at him. ❝ you mean you are not the asshole who broke my best friend's heart? ❞ alli asked quietly, raising an eyebrow at him in challenge.
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my hand is on the gun | effigy.7
It’s strange that Kamiya is the one to get the strongest reaction of shock from Micah, but he wasn’t expecting an accusation like that. How could you bring up Miku at a time like this?
“Wh-wh-wh, hold on, no, I would NEVER lie about liking Miku. I’m not that good of an actor. But you keep her name out of this trial! She would hate all of this.”
He huffs, feathers (goop feathers) ruffled.
“My master didn’t oversee literally every minute detail of this game. You were brought on by the background staff who clearly, uh, fffffucked it. Bad. But it’s not like the overwhelming dumbass power of Wrong Kamiya is going to ruin our plans. And you’re a hit with the fanbase. So it’s worked out.”
Micah was shown the viral Kamiya Lumber Challenge on HellTok in the breakroom by one of the Hellmouth staff members once. It has stuck with him.
Well. He turns to Miori.
“…Eh, you don’t get it? This outcome was always going to happen. Any ‘friends’ I made in here would abandon me when the truth came out. It was always a temporary fantasy, nothing more. My master is the only mainstay in my life.”
…although he has no good answer for the other things she says, so he just shuts his eyes and moves on to Eli.
“Yeah, sure, there’s nothing. There’s never been anything. But what are you going to do? None of you have the power to stop me. Haha.”
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28 with Klaber >:)
Prompt: "You talk too much. Maybe I should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up."
Pairing: Eli Klaber × FTM!OC!Reader.
Word Count: 557.
A/N: Not entirely true to the prompt and I guess this is technically an '× reader' thing because it's in second person but it's told from Stephan's (one of my OCs) POV. I figured this would be a fun insight into the rocky period when Klaber first joined and how he gets on Stephan's nerves, all while being just the most breedable, little twunk Stephan's ever laid his eyes on.
Klaber's attitude had always been fiery and unyielding. Back in Kentucky, he'd been used to being the one who called the shots, who challenged authority without flinching. But here, in Voller's world, things are different. And, as he squares off with you, he realises that the dynamics he was accustomed to no longer hold the same power.
As you stand-off in the hotel room, your gaze locks onto Klaber. From the moment you laid your eyes on him, you sensed a certain reckless energy about him and it's clear he's not shy about expressing himself. His mouthiness and rude demeanour towards Voller — something you've never tolerated — grates on your nerves.
"Easy, now." You remark, your voice dripping with a mix of amusement and irritation. "This isn't Kentucky anymore and you're not dealing with the same kind of bosses." The blonde's baby-blue eyes narrow, his lips twisting into a defiant smirk.
"I don't need some fancy, city-slicker doctor telling me how things work." He bites back and you see the way his eyes shine with aggression. Oh, he's a feisty one. You step closer, the tension between you two crackling in the air.
"You talk too much, Klaber. Maybe you need someone to shut your mouth for you before you say something you'll regret." You retort, your tone cool and collected, as you raise a brow suggestively. Klaber's cheeks flush, a mixture of embarrassment and something else crossing his features.
"I can handle myself just fine, old man." He barks, bravado still intact. A wry smile tugs at your lips.
"Oh, I have no doubt about that, what with that itchy trigger finger of yours." You reply smoothly. "But it's not about handling yourself; it's about working together and learning to respect the chain of command." Klaber's eyes narrow further, his jaw clenched, teeth bared like an angry pit-bull.
"I've never been good at taking orders." He growls and you lean in, your lips dangerously close to his ear.
"Then you'll learn, won't you, mutt?" You coo softly, a grin pulling at your lips. Klaber's bravado falters for a moment and you can see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "Or you'll be put down." The blonde's eyes flash with a mixture of defiance and something else, something more primal. You hear the way his breath quickens, the tension between you both growing palpable. Your words seem to have ignited a spark in him, one that he's struggling to contain. But just as quickly as the excitement flares in his eyes, he pulls away abruptly, his features hardening.
"You don't scare me, old man." He snarls back. You watch as he storms out of the room, his rapid departure almost comical in its haste. You can't help but smirk, fully aware of the effect your words had on him. It's clear that the blonde is trying to save face, to appear in control, even though you know he's already unravelling beneath the surface.
As the door slams shut behind him, you let out a quiet chuckle. Klaber might put up a tough front but you've seen through his façade. You know the effect you have on him, the way your mere presence drives him to the brink. And you're more than happy to play along, to see just how far you can push him before he breaks.
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so that went well
#mike wheeler i want to punch u#stranger things s4#stranger things spoilers#stranger things#stranger things 4 spoilers#stranger things 4#st4#st4 volume 2#st4 vol2 spoilers#st4 vol2#will byers#mike wheeler#byler#i hate it here.#i KNEW that we were gonna get hatecrimed.#happy end of pride month!! gay ppl aren't real!!!#or if they are they are only used to further push a toxic straight ship!!#my post#eli shut up challenge#gotta change my og post tag lmao
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i do find it a little bit funny that snyder’s mortal enemy is a 17 year old kid that lives on the streets. like the bitch really couldn’t find anything better to do with his time huh
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#i love him stfu 😭😭😭💖💓💖💓💕💞💕💞💖💖💗💖💓#tfatws#sam wilson#anthony mackie#mcu#marvel#the falcon#the falcon and the winter solider#my post#eli shut up challenge#disney plus#disney+#captain america
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Whenever Emily’s mother opens her mouth I’m just like
#this season is just a game of Trying To Enjoy The Show In Spite Of Her: Challenge Mode#please just shut up so i can enjoy the show thank you#dickinson#dickinson spoilers#not really but#not spn#complaining#ely has shit to say
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How would the ROs respond to a Seer who liked being kissed on the lips during crushing stage? The overly affectionate trope during pining is suuuuchhhhhhhh a fave.
Oh my god, the pairing of the overly affectionate trope and the crushing stage is *chef’s kiss*.
Leo: The Seer might not even realize the power they have over this shapeshifter’s heart. They give a kiss too casually, all smiles and gentle looks, and they can continue a conversation without a hitch. It might seem callous, but Leo has loved this way for far too long, so any taste is enough to keep them alive and revitalized.
Eli: This is too close to a truth Eli does not take kindly to. A kiss is a confession, even if the Seer is kind about it, and they won’t let themself be involved. The Seer might be able to get away with a kiss on the cheek, though, if it’s quiet and the world is looking away. But they won’t speak of it, and they won’t let themself long for it, either.
Warren: He indulges himself with the sweetest smile. It’s easy to pretend it’s simple, like these feelings are not as turbulent and consuming as they truly are when they rattle in his skull, because it’s his ancestry, isn’t it? A kiss means nothing; this body means nothing. Words mean more than the touch of the one you desire, don’t they?
Love Triangle: The kiss means everything and nothing all at once. The Seer could kill them both, and at this point, it would be mercy.
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so
i reblogged this post, honestly not expecting anything but did end up getting #24 with sydney novak, so here we are
i got the closest colours i could find (legit got my first proper markers last thursday), and i havent done anything traditional aside from watercolour or sketches in ages?? what a time ig
#sydney novak#i am not okay with this#ianowt#does this count as a challenge?#not really#meltedcornetto#my art#shut up eli nobody cares
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