* SALTWATER/skin.

elliot 'ELLIE' wilcott 'I'm not around, I haven't been here for a while.'

[ellicts]

*ELIAS.

“GOSH. I KNOW, RIGHT?” brows furrow slightly. “and it’s, like, such an inconvenient thing to steal? like, honey, if you fall on your face, right now, it’s game over.” shakes his head, lets out a soft chuckle at the theory. “oh my god, maybe.” eyes are following the thief’s every move until he’s happily out of the shop. then, focus goes back to the soap section, dainty fingers already reaching for the watermelon scented one. a small gasp at the question, smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “ooh,” glances up at the other, giving it only a millisecond of a thought. “your heart.” a simple response, expression trying so hard to stay somewhat serious before he laughs, free hand gently pushing at the boy’s shoulder. “did that get you all.. hot and bothered?”

Elliot couldn’t help but chuckle at Elias’s teasing, his hand pushing at his shoulder and Elliots reaching over to cup his cheeks in a play jest in return, “Oh but of course,” He raised his voice an octave, lips pouted playfull like how he used to speak to his baby sister when she was first born, laughing before pulling away, feeling a bit lighter, “My heart is way too simple of a thing to steal, and boring though, you gotta at least go for the ceramic cocks the soccer moms make in the back.”

[ellicts]

“I don’t know what that guy thinks he’s gonna get outta pawning that,” Elliot muttered as he watched the kid stuff a ceramic bird into his coat pocket, “Unless maybe its  a gift, maybe he’s a romantic,” He didn’t care when the thief slipped out the door, sighing some as he wiped the acrylic paint off of his fingers, “If you could steal one thing from this place what would it be? I would probably go for the wine.”

[ellicts]

if you could step on anyone like a bug who would it be

“I don’t want to get political but he’s bright orange and it’s not Tony the Tiger. There was also this guy in elementary school who stole my gummy worms so, him too.”

[ellicts]

send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

[ellicts]

listen sexy man if for some reason u had to dye ur hair what color would u pick and why?

“Sexy Man would have to say blue, plain and simple, plus it would give me those Kurt vibes I wish I could have because that man was painfully beautiful.”

[ellicts]

[ellicts]

okay and finally here is elliot. he’s knew so i’m still working him out in my head so if you wanna plot just shoot me a DM here or on discord! 

tw: death, grief.

APPLICATION.

* DEAKEN BLUMAN, CIS MAN + HE/HIM  | you know ELLIOT ‘ELLIE’ WILCOTT, right? they’re TWENTY-TWO, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, FIVE MONTHS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to LET ME DOWN BY OLIVER TREE like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole BEAT UP CONVERSE, SILVER CHAINS, AND CRACKED CUTICLES thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is APRIL 23RD, so they’re a TAURUS, which is unsurprising, all things considered. 

STATS.

NAME: elliot ‘ellie’ francis wilcott

HOMETOWN: milwaukee, wisconsin. 

DOB: april 23rd, 1998

HEIGHT: 6′2″

SEXUALITY: bisexual

TATTOOS: none

FAMILY: mother jennifer wilcott, father francis willcott, half-sister romy kelso, younger sister april wilcott, younger brother frankie wilcott.

AESTHETICS.

clay covered hands and paint dotted clothing, beat up converse soaked from the rain left outside an orange painted front door, silver chains tangled in dark messy curls, empty packs of cigarettes shoved beneath the peeling leather seats of a 1998 VW beetle, nimble fingers wrapping floral bandaids around cracked and bleeding cuticles on a cold saturday night, the soft hum of a window AC, creaking with each breeze, grey and tan shirts hanging from a clothing line, fuzzy fraying cardigans and the sad breath of a runaway child.

CLICK HERE FOR AESTHETIC BOARD. 

PERSONALITY.

Elliot tends to keep to himself, he’s full of quiet smiles and quaint nods. He hasn’t quite found his way to happiness yet, he’s not sure if he’s planning on staying in Irving for long, but he’s found a contentness in it. Though he’s reserved he doesn’t shy away from friendly conversations, always eager to talk about his favorite music or even flirt to pass the time, finding solace in the fact he can fully be himself here. He’s often seen at farmer’s markets, selling the various pots and mugs and other chachkis he’s made. He spends a lot of his time at Fannie’s, enjoying the atmosphere and lack of toxicity in the air while chatting up his favorite bartender.

BACKGROUND.

Ellie Wilcott has always been a reserved boy, he grew up with the cookie cutter family of everyone’s dreams. His mom was a school teacher and his father was a real estate agent, both providing as much as they could to keep their pretty suburban middle class life afloat for their kids. He was the oldest, the one who was expected to help out the most, to take of his little siblings, to get good grades so they wouldn’t have to fight so hard to provide for his college, it was an unspoken pressure of perfection. It made him feel trapped, unseen, and so rather than express himself like he wanted, Ellie played the parts of dutiful brother. He played sports in high school, he got good grades, he was even on his way to being valedictorian, that is until his father’s health took a turn.  He needed a liver transplant, years of underage drinking had finally caught up to him, but none of the family was a match, and because his disease had been brought on by his spoils in his youth, he wasn’t too high up on the list.

It felt like everything was falling apart, and Elliot tried to do his best to hold onto his family values, to keep his mom strong, to keep his little brother and sister from being too confused, too scared, they were all just waiting for the big miracle to come that would save their father, and that miracle ended up being Andromeda Kelso; the half-sister none of them knew they had. It didn’t make sense to him that his father would have a secret daughter he didn’t tell them about, a girl who didn’t grew up with a loving father, who didn’t get to have green eggs and ham on Dr. Seuss day, a girl who didn’t get to play transformers out of old moving boxes. She didn’t know their father, and the longer she was around the more it seemed like she didn’t like him. But it was a warranted dislike, he soon found out his father had brought here there under false pretenses, it wasn’t for rekindling of a relationship, it wasn’t a man on his deathbed wanting to right his wrongs, he was only after Romy for her liver, what she could do for him, which wasn’t the father he knew.

When his father passed Elliot felt like the world had changed, that everything he had strived to do, strived to be like was all for nothing. His father wasn’t the man he knew, he wasn’t the man he idolized, so it didn’t matter if he made him proud, that man was dead, and he was going to stay dead. It’s still fuzzy the day he left, skipping town in the middle of the night, putting to rest his cookie cutter family and packing up the car he’d saved all his money to get, he drove. He drove and he drove and he drove until finally he reached the coast, spotting the pretty sign of Irving, North Carolina. That was five months ago, and now Elliot has molded himself a small life, avoiding the calls of his mother who he abandoned, too guilty of his own selfishness to answer. Now he spent most of his days working at the local Painting with a Twist, sharing a flat with four other people, and discovering a new found love for something he never focused on in high school, his art.

TLDR.

Basically Elliot is a sweet boy who’s just suffered a pretty big loss, he tried to keep to himself and can come of pretty quiet and reserved but once you get him going he hardly shuts up. He’s a soft bi and loves attention and he’s up for anything, fwb, hookups, relationships, just shoot me a message and we can get it all started!

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