one of the kids in theater suggested i got this appā¦ they said i would ādo numbersā on here? iām not sure either š¤·āāļø
iām a sophmore at hatchetfield high, so ig you can ask me anything about that? but watch yourself, i donāt tolerate bullshit.
and YES max is my big brother. but iām my own person! please keep your asks about him to a minimum š
i also work at beanies, sadly. i see a lot of nerds hanging out there, so maybe iāve seen some of you there haha š
iām in cheer, tooā¦ canāt believe i forgot to mention that!
i love, love, LOVE talking to people! my āask boxā (is that what itās called?) will always be open!
before you ask NO i was NOT in the woods summoning those weird demon guys and NO i did not make a deal with ANYONE to be their most devoted servantā¦ <3 but my nightmares have gone away! :)
hi guys! itās sunny (@biscuits-spooky-diner). i run this account! if youāre gonna send an ask to me, please clarify itās for me! iām not going to ignore asks unless i just donāt want to answer them. so please, be careful what you goofballs say.
update: OCS CAN INTERACT!!! OTHER RP ACCOUNTS PLEAAAASE INTERACT!!!! ASK QUESTIONS!!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!!
update 2: i probably wonāt answer asks at night, and if i do, iām sorry if theyāre absolute chicken scratch š i am not well after 9 pm. lots of love!
ALSO:
i will doā¦
oc x oc
oc x canon
but keep the nsfw to a minimum! regular starkid type jokes are fine (iām not a cop š) but be aware that elle is 16 years of age!
update 3: elle mainly works for nibbly and wiggly! cause sheās queer. also pink. and was raised to believe she wasnāt worth anything, and she didnāt let herself prove that she was worthy of loveā¦ and wiggly was like hey girl thatās fucked up! love yourself haha and when she did start loving herself and becoming more greedy with her desires nibbly was like. ellie yum yum
UPDATE 4: if you have an issue with topics such as rape, grooming, teen pregnancy, abortions, bullying, depression, suicidal thoughts/ideation, over sexualization as a trauma response, smoking, child neglect/abuse, or anything along those lines, PLEASE TELL ME!!!!! if you have an issue with anything, PLEASE let me know so i can tag it accordingly. xx
[ elle walked down the hall, looking around nervously. she hid her broken wrist in her sweatshirt pocket, embarrassed at how she needed to wear a stupid splint. she walked into class, sighing and sitting down. she pulled out the homework, feeling sharp pains shooting up her arm but ignoring them. ]
āiām fine, nerd. i donāt need you worrying about me.ā
[ elle snapped, trying to sound like her brother. she knew that nerds leave him alone when he gets mean, so the same thing should be true for her, right? ]
āyeah, well, i told you iām fine. that should be enough for you to just leave me alone. i donāt wanna talk to you.ā
[ elle shoved her hand into her bag, attempting to rummage through it to find a pen. she yelped, an unwilling display of how she is, in fact, not āfineā. ]
ā Iāve got an extra if you want it? I always keep extra writing untencils with me in case someone needs them.ā pj wasnāt entirely sure why she was still talking to elle. The Jaggermans ( both of them, although it was mainly max) had a certain reputation at this highschool. Pj had experienced the taunts from Max firsthand. But despite everything, Pj liked to believe thereās good in everyone. If you just give them a chance
[ elleās face flushed. she looked down at the pen in pjās hand, then back at her. no one was ever nice to her after she was mean to them. come to think of it, no one was ever nice to her without needing something. ]
āthanks, nerd. but iāll have you know, iām not a slut, despite what people say about me.ā
[ elle shot pj a dirty look quickly, but seeing the genuine kindness in the other girlās eyes killed a bit of the suspicion she had. elle couldnāt fight off the small smile that crept onto her face. ]
āyou didnāt have to. plenty of people think it.ā
[ elle looked down at her paper, pressing down the pen to write her name. she yelped, practically throwing the pen across the table as she grabbed onto her hand. ]
[ elle walked down the hall, looking around nervously. she hid her broken wrist in her sweatshirt pocket, embarrassed at how she needed to wear a stupid splint. she walked into class, sighing and sitting down. she pulled out the homework, feeling sharp pains shooting up her arm but ignoring them. ]
āiām fine, nerd. i donāt need you worrying about me.ā
[ elle snapped, trying to sound like her brother. she knew that nerds leave him alone when he gets mean, so the same thing should be true for her, right? ]
āyeah, well, i told you iām fine. that should be enough for you to just leave me alone. i donāt wanna talk to you.ā
[ elle shoved her hand into her bag, attempting to rummage through it to find a pen. she yelped, an unwilling display of how she is, in fact, not āfineā. ]
ā Iāve got an extra if you want it? I always keep extra writing untencils with me in case someone needs them.ā pj wasnāt entirely sure why she was still talking to elle. The Jaggermans ( both of them, although it was mainly max) had a certain reputation at this highschool. Pj had experienced the taunts from Max firsthand. But despite everything, Pj liked to believe thereās good in everyone. If you just give them a chance
[ elleās face flushed. she looked down at the pen in pjās hand, then back at her. no one was ever nice to her after she was mean to them. come to think of it, no one was ever nice to her without needing something. ]
āthanks, nerd. but iāll have you know, iām not a slut, despite what people say about me.ā
[ elle shot pj a dirty look quickly, but seeing the genuine kindness in the other girlās eyes killed a bit of the suspicion she had. elle couldnāt fight off the small smile that crept onto her face. ]
[ elle walked down the hall, looking around nervously. she hid her broken wrist in her sweatshirt pocket, embarrassed at how she needed to wear a stupid splint. she walked into class, sighing and sitting down. she pulled out the homework, feeling sharp pains shooting up her arm but ignoring them. ]
āiām fine, nerd. i donāt need you worrying about me.ā
[ elle snapped, trying to sound like her brother. she knew that nerds leave him alone when he gets mean, so the same thing should be true for her, right? ]
āyeah, well, i told you iām fine. that should be enough for you to just leave me alone. i donāt wanna talk to you.ā
[ elle shoved her hand into her bag, attempting to rummage through it to find a pen. she yelped, an unwilling display of how she is, in fact, not āfineā. ]
[ elle walked down the hall, looking around nervously. she hid her broken wrist in her sweatshirt pocket, embarrassed at how she needed to wear a stupid splint. she walked into class, sighing and sitting down. she pulled out the homework, feeling sharp pains shooting up her arm but ignoring them. ]
āiām fine, nerd. i donāt need you worrying about me.ā
[ elle snapped, trying to sound like her brother. she knew that nerds leave him alone when he gets mean, so the same thing should be true for her, right? ]
[ elle walked down the hall, looking around nervously. she hid her broken wrist in her sweatshirt pocket, embarrassed at how she needed to wear a stupid splint. she walked into class, sighing and sitting down. she pulled out the homework, feeling sharp pains shooting up her arm but ignoring them. ]
Hey. . .Elle?? You good? Someone told me you weren't doing so good, Anonymously. Which was a tad irritating, because well I can't check the credibility. So uh, what's wrong? Or-. . .is there something wrong?
@one-armedwonder
ā haaaahhā¦? ā
[ elle stared straight ahead, her eyes wide and face void of emotion. she blinked, tilting her head. ]
ā iām living the dream, little guy! do not trust a single anonymous source, as i am the only person that can ever be trusted. anything that comes from my mouth is the truth, my loyal supporter. now, do you have any access to lethal weapons? ā
[They stared, with a look that was mostly suspicion. Eyebrows furrowing. While yes, this was most definitely an Elle thing to say. . .to an extent. Something felt off, different. Something else was at play, something powerful. Some feeling in the gut, which, theoretically, could just be the lack of breakfast that morning. But, they knew better.]
"Firstly. . .No, no lethal weapons. Sorry. Secondly, are ya sure? like. . positive?"
[ for a second, elleās face twisted into some sort ofā¦ anger? annoyance? whatever it was, she looked like she was going to rip off roryās god arm and eat it right in front of them. but then, her expression turned blank and her mouth spread into an uncomfortable smile. ]
ā ah, you neednāt worry! i promise you i am correct. tip top shape, i am! iāmā¦ ā
[ elle suddenly paused, her body going limp and face draining of emotion once again. it looked like she was barely holding herself up, andā¦ was she breathing? ]
Hey. . .Elle?? You good? Someone told me you weren't doing so good, Anonymously. Which was a tad irritating, because well I can't check the credibility. So uh, what's wrong? Or-. . .is there something wrong?
@one-armedwonder
ā haaaahhā¦? ā
[ elle stared straight ahead, her eyes wide and face void of emotion. she blinked, tilting her head. ]
ā iām living the dream, little guy! do not trust a single anonymous source, as i am the only person that can ever be trusted. anything that comes from my mouth is the truth, my loyal supporter. now, do you have any access to lethal weapons? ā
[elle kicked off her shoes, tossing her jacket off to the side. she sighed, lazily taking off her necklaces and rings. she placed them on her nightstand, slamming her phone down beside them. she flopped onto her bed, yanking her hair out of its ponytail. she sighed, feeling her chest slowly rising and falling.]
[her hand slowly crept its way up to the knot around the back of her neck, holding her tank top up. she untied it, putting her pajamas on. she crawled under her blankets, mindlessly hugging a stuffed animal close to her chest. she felt her eyes begin to water, soft sobs being the only noise combating the deafening silence in her room.]
[she thought about summoning wiggly. or even just a lord in black in general. she needed some mindless fun. at least, she hoped he did. she just had the most exhausting shift of her life, having to work almost 14 whole hours with no break, just to get fired after asking for a raise. and now, she just has to find a new job. like itās easy.]
[she hoped to god that she would find a job that at least allowed her to buy herself some basic necessities; food, clothes, maybe even cigarettes if sheās lucky. she hadnāt smoked in a while, but she was looking forward to the next time she was able to. she needed something to turn to, and she had nothing else. she had pushed all her friends away, and now she could barely hold a conversation with someone.]
[she was lucky if she even got scheduled for one shift at beanies. of course this happened as soon as she opened up to nora and told her how she really felt about working there. now she wouldnāt get any shifts, so she could barely get paid. great. she would be a much better manager. she would be the best fucking manager that god forsaken coffee shop had ever seen.]
[as she thought about where she could work next, she began to doze off. she was exhausted, and just wanted to nap. her breathing slowed, along with her heartbeat. she was finally able to close her eyesā¦]
[ elle stood in ms. retroās, looking in the glass as if it were a mirror. she was applying her lipgloss, taking extra care to make sure her lips looked perfect. she had her curly hair in a half-up half-down style, and was wearing her black, cat eye glasses for once. she had her cheer uniform on- despite it being years since she was in cheer. or high school, for that matter. ]
[ but, of course, that wasnāt the strangest thing about her being there. she was dead. she had died years ago, some freak accident at home. was it a heart attackā¦? or didnāt she trip and fall onto a hot burner andā¦ no, she hadā¦ how had she died, exactly? and did sheā¦ had she always had curly hair? and when had her eyes becomeā¦ green? werenāt they blue? no, grey. and had she really had poor vision? ]
[ elle noticed ms. holloway staring, and turned to face her. she smiled, the same smile she had when she was 16. in fact, everything about her was the same. she hadnāt aged at all. ]
ā hello, ms. holloway. ā
ā hello, Elle. What can i get you?ā
sheās weirdly not thrown off by this. Elle has been presumed dead for years but Holloway doesnāt seem at all surprised to see her
[ elle seemed caught off guard by holloway seeming so confident, despite being faced with (what she should have assumed to be) a ghost. but, of course, she didnāt let it show. she approached the woman slowly, the sound of her heels filling the dead air. ]
ā iām not here for food, bitch. ā [ she spat, in a voice that was clearly not hers. she covered her mouth, her eyes wide, and cleared her throat. she laughed it off, smiling again awkwardly. ]
ā ahahahaaa-! what i meant wasā¦ iām not here for food, maāam. i just wanna talkā¦ ā
ā oh, wow. you caught on fast, holloway!! hey!!! elle, be quiet. the grown ups are talking. ā¦yes, sir. ā
[ elle- or was it wiggly?- then paused. not just verbally, though. she- he?- was completely still. not breathing, not blinking, not doing anything. it didnāt look like there was a single thought behind those eyes. suddenly, elle blinked. her eyes, no longer green, were dull and hiding obvious fear. she looked up at holloway, tilting her head in confusion. ]
ā whatā¦? why are you looking at me like thatā¦? what did i do to you, lady? ā
[ elle paused, as if someone were speaking to her. she listened, her face void of all emotion. she nodded, turning her eyes back to ms. holloway. ]
ā he says that you need to summon him if you want to know. he doesnāt like using human vessels much. ā
[ elle watches as wiggly appears, the looming figure towering over her. he placed his hand on her shoulder, and her eyes went wide. suddenly, her face drained of emotion and she simply stared ahead. the two spoke, in perfect unison, to ms. holloway. ]
ā hello, holloway. iām assuming we can skip the trivialities, and get straight into business. ā
[ the two continued to speak in unison. wigglyās face twisted into a wide, inhuman smile. elle simply stared ahead, almost as if she were a corpse. ]
ā now, hollowayā¦ i do believe you know of ourā¦ deal, and the terms that came with it? ā
[ wigglyās hand tightened on elleās shoulder, a soft cracking noise resulting in it. elleās face remained emotionless. she wasnāt breathing, wasnāt blinkingā¦ ]
[ elle said, fear suddenly entering her eyes. wiggly looked down at her, placing his other hand on her shoulder and tightening his grip. she gasped, suddenly going limp once again. wiggly grinned, looking back up at holloway. ]
ā this isnāt about her, holloway. besides, you neednāt deflect from this discussion. this is not anything to be scared of. ā
