°𝕠.𝕆 𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕪𝟡𝟚

[bak3rs]

@.BAK3R'S .. an INDEPENDENT - MUTUALS & 21+ only roleplay blog for ELENORE ❝ ellie ❞ GIBBS - an original nc.is character. easily adaptable to any universe.

FOCUSING ON .. pushing through ones constant battle with grief & self loathing. trying to escape ones reality. dealing with childhood trauma. constantly wearing your heart and emotions on your sleeve. BAKED BY .. SPYRO.

she/her | thirty | gmt +10

⚠️ trigger warnings ⚠️   : written descriptions of paranoia - insomnia - hallucinations - ptsd & loss of memory. mentions of borderline personality disorder - avoidant/restrictive food intake disorder - written descriptions of hospital visits - mild descriptions of gore & horror like themes. | affiliated with @asynjja

01. CARRD. 02. ASKS. 03. VERSES. 04. TIMELINE.

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> THE WATER WAS NO LONGER .. warm. it had gone cold about ten minutes ago. but ellie wasn't exactly all there at the moment. blue eyes had focused on the bubbles that surrounded her naked body. hiding her at least a little. eyes stared as the bubbles floated across the surface. she had probably been in the bath for about .. half an hour. trying to calm the headache that was fast approaching. but nothing was helping. movement to her left - forced her gaze to shift and a lazy smile crossed the brunette's lips. ❝ hi. ❞ body moving to the side. water sloshing around her. ellie let herself lean over the lip of the bath tub. ❝ you come to rescue me ? ❞ can't have her drowning if she passes out.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> open to anyone 🟫 ❝ comfort drunk ellie. ❞

[asynjja]

Sunday morning at the house in Washington, D.C. February 2003. ♡ @bak3rs

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> THE WATER WAS NO LONGER .. warm. it had gone cold about ten minutes ago. but ellie wasn't exactly all there at the moment. blue eyes had focused on the bubbles that surrounded her naked body. hiding her at least a little. eyes stared as the bubbles floated across the surface. she had probably been in the bath for about .. half an hour. trying to calm the headache that was fast approaching. but nothing was helping. movement to her left - forced her gaze to shift and a lazy smile crossed the brunette's lips. ❝ hi. ❞ body moving to the side. water sloshing around her. ellie let herself lean over the lip of the bath tub. ❝ you come to rescue me ? ❞ can't have her drowning if she passes out.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> open to anyone 🟫 ❝ comfort drunk ellie. ❞

[bak3rs]

yeah but if i post a starter before bed - will people reply?

[bak3rs]

well im doing it anyway SO.

[oedipuswrex-deactivated20220905]

¹ .ㅤ‘ via the system of touch ’ .     the following is a compilation of   action based   prompts , originally created by me . warnings applied for : some potential nsfw / suggestive themes .   ( additionally : send ‘ + ’ to reverse the roles , and have the   receiver   be the one to perform the action ) .   do not add anything on to these memes .  

hands.  for your muse to take a hold of my muse’s hand.

tie.  for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse.

combat.  for our muses to train together in combat.

pin.  for your muse to pin mine to ( the ground / the wall / a surface ).

push.  for your muse to push mine in a playful manner.

shove.  for your muse to shove mine in an aggressive manner.

tend.  for your muse to help tend to my muse’s injuries.

trace.  for your muse to trace their hand along my muse’s ( skin / scars ).

gag.  for your muse to place their hand over my muse’s mouth, to try to keep them quiet.

kiss.  for your muse to kiss my muse.

hair.  for your muse to brush my muse’s hair from their face.

pull.  for your muse to pull my muse close to them.

sit.  for your muse to encourage mine to sit and rest.

lap.  for your muse to pull my muse onto their lap.

tackle.  for your muse to tackle my muse to the ground.

fight.  for your muse to physically attack my muse ( by hitting / punching / kicking / etc).

neck.  for your muse to place their hand around my muse’s neck.

throat.  for your muse to hold something against my muse’s throat.

collapse.  for your muse to catch mine, preventing them from falling to the ground.

carry.  for your muse to insist on carrying my muse when injured.

warmth.  for our muses to seek warmth from each other, after being caught in a ( snow storm / rain shower ).

morning after.  for our muses to wake up together the next morning, after having a one night stand.

wake.  for your muse to wake mine up by kissing their ( shoulder / neck / lips / etc ).

dance.  for your muse to force my muse to dance with them.

drink.  for our muses to spend time together whilst drunk.

swim.  for our muses to go for a late night swim.

intimacy.  for our muses to embrace each other after sex.

death.  for your muse to comfort mine after they have lost a loved one.

goodbye.  for your muse to hold mine as they lay dying in their arms.

[ellaetal]

HE ASSUMED SHE WAS JOKING. Not because Robert had ever been a particularly insecure man, but because Ellie had shown no interest whatsoever of blending their lives. Her friends didn't know him, likely didn't know of him, either, so it would've been strange, right, for him to turn up out of the blue?

Besides, taking a man who looked like him and behaved like him to an enclosed space surrounded by drunken idiots wasn't the wisest move, and he was fully aware of that fact. It would draw attention, embarrass her, probably. Looking at Ellie's defiant expression, he figured the offer was merely put forward to get a rise out of him, not because she truly desired his company.

"Funny," Robbie responded dryly, not taking the bait. He glanced down at her skirt, or lack of it, and sighed, hand rising to his face to rub wearily at his temples. "Tell me you're at least wearin' shorts under 'em or somethin'."

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> SHE SHOULDN'T SMIRK .. shouldn't find his reaction at least a little bit funny. she hadn't been joking. she did want him to come with her. be there with her. this was a friend from school - she hadn't really hung outside of the kitchens with them .. so having robbie there would at least give her some sense of relief. besides - hard launching a relationship to friends .. new friends especially - was always scary. eyes rolled .. before hands moved down her front .. to grab a hold of the hem of her skirt. hiking it up - allowing her to show off the bike shorts underneath. ❝ of course. i'm not that stupid. ❞ her smirk grew. before one hand let go. slender fingers moved under the hem of the shorts. hooking the tip of her finger underneath the top of her underwear and pulling it up. showing it off as well. ❝ but - i'm also wearing the red lace. ❞ brows rose. ❝ matches my top right ? ❞

[bak3rs]

okay , hi hello. thank you for being so patient with me the last couple of days - work and home life have been a bit hectic lately. i haven't really had time to sit and write ( and muse has been a little picky lately ) so i just want to say thank you for sticking with me. i have another big week coming up .. but hopefully by the week of the 27th .. it will calm down and i'll be able to write!!!!!!!

[skorpionis]

 He didn't move as she went behind the counter. He watched her hand grip the dish cloth. He noticed the way her nose twitched and how she refused to look him in the eye. She was trying to act like a normal shop owner, but he could see right through the act. She was shaking inside. Her excuse didn't matter to him. It didn't matter if the shop was full or empty. She had still left her phone on the counter and let it ring. He stepped up to the glass case, his boots making a heavy sound on the floor. He didn't look at the cakes this time. He just kept his eyes on her face until she had to notice. ‘ I don't want what you give everyone else, ‘ His voice was very quiet, the kind of quiet that meant nobody should talk back to him. ‘ Tell me what is good today, Elenore. Don't make me choose. ‘ 

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> BROWS FURROWED SLIGHTLY .. as her gaze stayed focused on the cabinet before her. hand started moving on its own. wiping the glass doors. trying to keep her focus on cleaning. ignoring the way her pulse jumped in her throat when she heard him step closer to the counter. ignoring the fact that she hadn't been busy at all. she was just simply not answering him. paul could be over bearing. especially now that she knew. controlling. she was surprised he allowed her to keep her bakery. though , she had a feeling that he knew that if he forced her to give it away - she would tell her father everything. ❝ the turnovers. ❞ she finally mumbled. dish cloth thrown onto the counter behind her. before she slid open the cabinet doors. pulling out the last apple turnover. placing it on top. blue eyes finally lifted and met his. ❝ i recommend the turnovers. ❞

[skorpionis]

 He could feel it. She was waiting for the shock to settle. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She was waiting for him to lose his composure. But the shock didn't settle. Nor did he lose his composure. Paul just...stared and kept his hand exactly where it was. He didn't let her move away from the wall. He watched her hands stay down near her stomach, and he saw the way she shrank back against the material. His eyes stayed fixed on her face, checking every tiny movement of her eyes and her mouth. He was trying to find a lie, but her raw voice and the way she shook told him she was telling the truth. He did not let go of her throat completely, keeping just enough pressure there to remind her that even after dropping this, she wouldn't be in charge. His head was spinning with the news, but his face did not show it. Fuck. A child changed everything. It meant he had to rethink his next steps, and he hated when things did not go his way.. It meant that he had to choose between getting rid of her by either 1. driving a bloody screwdriver through her face, or 2. shipping her off somewhere like he had with Grace. He couldn't have this. Not now. Not when Claire was— ‘ Who else knows? ‘ Paul's voice was very quiet and completely cold. He leaned in even closer until his face almost touched hers, forcing her to hear every single word. ‘ Does anyone else know about this, Ellie? Answer me. ‘ 

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> BLUE EYES WERE BRIGHT .. as they held his gaze. which was difficult. it was always difficult to hold paul's gaze. even when she was under the false sense of him being a good man. ellie always had trouble holding paul scott's gaze. the brunette lasted a couple of seconds more .. before she had to look down. towards her hands - which rested near her stomach. fingers flexing. clenching in and out of a fist. her stomach was still flat. it was still early. but the pregnancy test she had taken the other day - had sat on the edge of her sink for at least three hours. and it did not change. no matter how much she wanted it too. ellie could feel her eyes fill with tears. but she was determined not to cry in front of him. she had promised herself to never cry in front of him. her heart was beating rapidly. almost too fast. it hurt. the edge of the bookcase still dug into the lower half of her back. she wanted to pull away. move out of his grip - but his hand was still at her throat. forcing her to remain in place. her head shook - trying to lean away as he leaned closer in. ❝ n - no .. ❞ she trailed off. she shouldn't tell the truth. because what if the truth gets her killed. but what if lying also gets her killed ? a deep breath - eyes closed for a couple of seconds .. before they opened and she looked at him. ❝ no one. just me. just you. ❞

[skorpionis]

❥ @bak3rs [  𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁. ] : accepting !

 Paul stood on the wooden deck of the tennis club, a cold drink in his hand that he hadn't even touched. The gold wedding ring on his left hand pressed against the glass almost like he wanted it to be noticed. Though it wasn't like it was a secret. Below the deck, the courts were busy with people playing matches, and nearby, a crowd was gathered around the outdoor buffet tables for the club's event. Claire stood a few feet beside him, laughing at something another member said, but Paul was entirely detached from the conversation. ​His eyes drifted toward the dessert pavilion, where a woman was setting down a tray of baked goods. He had to look twice. But it was her. ​It was Elenore. ​She looked older, her hair pulled back, but he knew her face instantly. The last time he had seen her, they were just kids, and she was leaving the old neighborhood behind. Now, she was here, working the catering setup for a private club event. How ironic was that? ​Paul didn't say a word to his wife. He simply turned and walked away from the group, his steps almost in slow motion as he moved down the stairs and across the grass. He stopped right on the other side of the display table, watching her arrange the final plates. He didn't smile. ‘ You look different. ‘ Paul said, his voice quiet but loud enough to cut right through the chatter of the crowd. ‘ It has been a long time. Are you going to say hello, or just stand there? ‘ 

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> CATERING FOR RICH SNOBS .. rich assholes - wasn't exactly ellie's idea of a great weekend. but they were paying her a shit ton. and she couldn't exactly say no to that. she had missed last months rent on the bakery. if she wanted to keep the quaint little building in the center of town - she would have to make it up. and the pay from this one event ( this day alone ) would be enough to pay for last month and the next two months. she couldn't exactly say no to that. it was some social event. charity even. that's what the banner claimed at the front of the building. the tennis club was like every tennis club that ellie had ever been too. had seen in movies. it was a big building. white. lawns well manicured. and had women wearing tennis gear that was more expensive than her car. she was just finishing up the final touches on the table when she felt him make his appearance on the other side. she had spotted paul scott almost an hour ago. hand in hand with a woman. average height. skinny. looking just like every millionaire's wife. ❝ that's generally how time goes. ❞ ellie couldn't help but snort. her accent had grown thicker .. even if she had moved to washington dc - away from atlanta. ❝ hello mr. scott. ❞ standing straighter , hands clasped in front of her and ellie plastered her customer service smile onto her lips. ❝ what can i do for you ? ❞

[ohisms]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .    (   a  series  of  nsfw  prompts ,  separated  by  quotes   &   acts .   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one  who  posted  the  meme .  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts  )

       →  WORDS .

❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜ ❛  you  know  what  i’m  waiting  for .  ❜ ❛  keep  your  hands  where  they  are .  ❜ ❛  i want you to ride  [ me / my fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  you  make  the  prettiest  sounds .  ❜ ❛  say  please .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  make  this  last .  ❜ ❛  look  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜ ❛  yeah ,  just like that -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  barely  even  started .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you .  ❜ ❛  god ,  shut  up  and  fuck  me  already !  ❜ ❛  god ,  yes ,  [ name ] ,  don’t  stop .  ❜ ❛  you  have  no  idea  how  long  i’ve  wanted  to  do  this .  ❜ ❛  who  gets  to  touch  you  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  come  for  me .  ❜ ❛  ah ,  ah -  don’t  touch .  ❜ ❛  brace  your  hands  on  the  wall .  ❜ ❛  could  you  come  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  let  me  come -  ❜ ❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  this  all  night .  ❜ ❛  you’re  such  a  tease .  ❜ ❛  take  these  off .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  feel  your  [ mouth / fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  do  you  have  any  idea  how  good  you  taste ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ ❛  we  shouldn’t -  ah ,  we shouldn’t be doing this .  ❜ ❛  faster ,  [ name ] ,  i  need  more .  ❜ ❛  is  this  good ?  ❜ ❛  keep  your  eyes  open .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  to  find  out  what  else  you  can  do .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  so  gentle .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  hear  you  beg .  ❜ ❛  can  i  take  this  off ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  please ,  please -  ❜ ❛  you’re  doing  so  well  for  me .  ❜ ❛  please  touch  me .  ❜ ❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  buy  you  another  one .  ❜ ❛  say  my  name .  louder .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  any  longer .  ❜ ❛  you  feel  so  good .  ❜ ❛  you’re  going  to  leave  a  mark -  ❜ ❛  touch  yourself  for  me .  ❜ ❛  do  you  deserve  it ?   ❜ ❛  did  i  say  you  could  come ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  so  close -  ❜ ❛  they’re  going  to  catch  us -  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  right  here .  ❜ ❛  we  have  to  be  quiet .  ❜

         →  ACTIONS .

❛  pin .   to  restrain  my  muse’s  hands  during  intimacy . ❛  mirror .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  front  of  a  mirror . ❛  deny .   to  deny  my  muse  an  orgasm . ❛  distance .   to  have  [ phone / video ]  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  playlist .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  while  music  is  playing . ❛  paw .   to  fondle  my  muse’s   [ chest  /  ass ] . ❛  wall .   to  pin  my  muse  against  a  wall . ❛  table .   to  hoist  my  muse  onto  a  [ table  /  counter ] . ❛  clothed .   to  make  my  muse  come  while  fully  dressed . ❛  finger .   to  finger  my  muse . ❛  oral .   to  give  my  muse  oral . ❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . ❛  distraction .   to  rile  my  muse  up  during  a  film . ❛  mark .   to  leave  marks  on  my  muse  [  optional :  specify where  ] . ❛  tie .   to  use  restraints  on  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  throat .   to  choke  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  sparring .   for  sparring  to  turn  into  sex . ❛  toys .   to  use  toys  [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ]  on  my  muse . ❛  imagery .   to  send  my  muse  a  risque  photo . ❛  drag .   to  pull  my  muse  closer  by  a  piece  of  clothing . ❛  tear .   to  tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛  shower .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  the  [ shower / bath ] . ❛  sneaky .   to  sneak  away  from  a  gathering  to  have  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  beg .   to  make  my  muse  beg . ❛  carnal .   to  [ scratch / bite ]  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  preoccupied .   to  rile  my  muse  up  as  they  [ read / work ] . ❛  jealous .   to  purposefully  make  my  muse  react  possessively . ❛  dare .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  based  off  a  dare . ❛  read .   to  re-enact  something  from  a  [ book / show / porn ]  with  my  muse . ❛  collapse .   to  break  a  bed  during  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  caught .   to  get  caught  with  my  muse  during  sex .

[vultursvolans]

letting out an involuntary little moan the first time you make out with your bf and having that alter his brain chemistry so much, he replays it in head later with his hand wrapped around his cock

[sci-fi-gifs]

BACKROOMS (2026) dir. Kane Parsons

[ellaetal]

HIS SISTER TOLD HIM HE WAS CONTROLLING, that this was the twenty-first century, that you can't stop a woman from living her life! He'd heard it all before, but Elsie was always predictably quiet when Robbie picked her up after being abandoned by her friends on a night out, or left alone at a party with some dickhead who'd made a pass at her. She, like most women, didn't like being dictated to, and yet he was still expected to pick up the pieces. In his mind, this was damage control - not the kind of control that was oppressive.

"The fuck you are," he replied plainly, coming to stand and lean in the doorway of the bathroom. She hadn't even asked him to come with her, but that was an entirely different conversation. No labels, no obligation, he supposed. "Why, you lookin' to get stabbed? We're not in fuckin' Highgate. Unless your mate is built like a brick shit'ouse, I don' wanna 'ear it."

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> HER NOSE SCRUNCHES SLIGHTLY .. before she caps the eyeliner. blue eyes watching him move. she didn't ask robbie - because she didn't think he would want to come with her. she had barely been calling him her boyfriend. he certainly never called her his girlfriend. it was no labels. just casual. just sex. though - there was suddenly an awful feeling coming to sit in the pit of her stomach. maybe she should have asked ? but ellie didn't even know that even IF she had asked .. he would say yes. she places the eyeliner back into her make up bag. her clothes were practical. if a tiny bit revealing. her skirt was just - a tad short. coming to sit mid thigh. but it went with her top. besides it was warm at the moment. turning on her heel .. ellie faced him - and the fact that he took up the entire door space. effectively trapping her in the bathroom. brows rose in challenge. ❝ i won't get stabbed. ❞ she huffed. arms coming to cross over her chest. ❝ the venue has security. it's fine. ❞ she wanted to go out. dance. have fun. ❝ if you're really worried .. you should come with me. ❞ smooth , elenore.

[ophianoi]

timothy olyphant as pete moore dreamcatcher, 2003

[emziess]

Victoria Pedretti as Love Quinn You, S02