N!YA;

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ No thoughts, Just Ellie+Dina.

[ellieshotgothgf]

So....IM WRITING AN ELLIEXREADERXDINA STORY ON W*TTPAD! Ok so here’s the first chapter (it’s more so establishing the reader but trust me we will get to the good stuff soon) but idk if I’m going to keep uploading the rest on here so if you want more follow me on there @javakook and the book is called Pacifists.

Hi(gh)

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"Eugene? you down here old man?"

I hear my grandpa coughing his lungs out as a reply.

"Hey! You started without me!" as I continued down the second flight of steps into the basement i could here him laughing.

"Sorry empress but you shouldn't leave the elderly waiting *cough* *cough*"

I couldn't help but chuckle at the smoke still causing his lungs to compress.

"Or maybe you should leave the smoking to the pros gramps"  I grabbed the bong from his wrinkled hands and the lighter off the brown old dusty couch then took a hit. I noticed the smile on my grandpa's face as I exhaled and couldn't help but mirror his expression. "You finally stop coughing old man?"

"Guess I just needed to show you how it's done huh?" He let out a loud boisterous laugh. "I've been doing this shit since vhs tapes came out young lady! You think your showing me?"  My smile grew bigger as he snatched the bong from my hands and took another hit only to start lightly coughing again. I couldn't help but burst out laughing at my poor old pappy trying to hide his coughs. He started laughing as well the best he could, loud and infectious as always. "Okay *cough* maybe im- *cough* *cough* getting too old for this shit"  I looked up at him as I finished rolling up a joint. "You once told me you'd 'Never be too old to get high' what happened to that?" He proceeded to slowly turn to the side and lay back on the old couch  hearing the springs and wood creak and groan beneath him.

He then pulled out a little squirt bottle and dropped some water into his reddened eyes. "Did I say that? Must of been too high to remember" he said with a chuckle. He passed me the bottle and I did the same seeing as I had already finished my joint and we would have to get back to Jackson soon. "Alright empress you lock up and I'll get the horses"  he told me this all the while not moving and inch. I got up though and started to lock up anyway. After I finished I circled back to the couch. "Gramps?.......Gramps?!.....not again!"  He was fast asleep and if anyone knew one thing about my grandfather besides his drug habits it would be that he sleeps like the dead. I shook my head with a light chuckle at his usual behavior. I decided not to bother trying to wake him considering how rarely it actually worked. Picking up some old notebook I ripped out one of the yellowing pages and scribbled a note for him when he wakes, making sure to do a little doodle of him passed out with drool dripping down the side of his face and left it on his chest. After that I jogged upstairs and locked everything up their. I grabbed my horse and was on my way back to Jackson with some extra goodies (courtesy of gramps) for me and my friends. The dance was tonight but we where all gonna have a little session before at Ellie's. Ellie. That girls something else. Just thinking about her made me smile as I watched the big pearly gates to the safe haven that Jacksonville was open. I nodded at Jesse as I rode by to the stables and handed opal over. After she was in her stall I fed her an Apple and brushed her Maine. Once I was finished with that I headed back out only to be stopped by none other then my favorite little red head.

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Part 2

N!YA;

“IT WAS ALL A LIE! GUYS SHE LIED”💀 i lied y’all here’s the second chapter because I’m obsessed so enjoy. Nowhere without you ｡˚ ♡. ཾ •｡˚

[maccadot]

men need to be androgynous little rock sluts again. hair gel and cheap black nail polish are still sold in stores. chop chop

[oichrisee]

👗

[aropride]

please god let chatgpt die out like nfts did. With a fast and graceless fall into irrelevancy

[fishnanigans]

[chromatic-blood]

Halloween 2023

[qvert]

Prints / KoFi

I’ll just leave this here :)

[elvendeity]

no babe it's not tinnitus, you're tuned into angel radio

[mairisms-deactivated20260309]

thinking about ghostface sevika . . . 📞

ghostface sevika who first calls you one random night. you're home alone, the dialogue of 'friday the 13th' droning on in the background, forgotten. the line was silent until you murmured a confused "hello?" only then did she speak.

ghostface sevika whose distorted voice sounded almost just as confused as you. "who is this?" she asked, sounding like the pinnacle of innocence.

"who are you trying to reach?" you counter.

"i don't know."

you chuckle. "well, i think you have the wrong number. it happens, take it easy," you place the handset back down, focusing your attention back on the television.

but sevika has other plans.

ghostface sevika who calls you again, not even two seconds later. "sorry, i think i dialled the wrong number," she says.

you roll your eyes. "so, why'd you dial it again?"

"to apologise."

"there's no need for that, have a good ni—"

"wait!"

"yeah?"

"i wanna talk to you."

"there's, like, a million other numbers you could call. bye now."

ghostface sevika who remains persistent, calling you again and again. eventually, you cave, refraining from hanging up on her.

"...you never told your name."

a small smile creeps onto your lips. "why do you wanna know my name?"

"i wanna know who i'm looking at."

ghostface sevika who watches from outside your window with a smirk as you walk around with the phone in hand, frantically searching the house for any sign of her. "wha—what'd you just say?"

"i said i wanna know who i'm talking to."

you stammer, grabbing a knife off of your knife block. "no. no, you didn't. y—you said you wanna know who you're looking at."

"did i? silly me." you can practically hear her smirk through the modulator.

ghostface sevika whose words make your grip clench around the knife handle. cautious, you walk over to the front door, locking all the locks. with a short sigh of relief, you turn around—

only to find yourself face to face with the woman on the other end of the line.

ghostface sevika who, like you, has both a phone and a knife in hand. she chuckles behind the mask, hanging up with the smug press of a button. you stand frozen in trepidation, a deer in the dark, hollow headlights of that damned ghost mask.

ghostface sevika who shoves her phone in the pocket of her menacing robe, clicking her tongue at the sight of your knife. in one swift motion, she knocks it out of your hand, sending the makeshift weapon scraping against the floorboards.

ghostface sevika who uses the tip of her knife to tilt your chin up to meet her gaze. you swallow deeply and clamp your eyes shut, expecting to meet your end.

ghostface sevika who surprisingly pulls her knife away from you, instead undoing all the locks on your door and walking out. just like that. gone, cloaked in the night.

ghostface sevika who curses herself when she gets back home. you were supposed to be just another name on her hit list. you weren't supposed to mean anything. and yet.

ghostface sevika who gets sloppy during other kills because she's distracted thinking about you, leaving behind evidence she'd normally never miss, her usual precision abandoned.

ghostface sevika who calls you frequently after that night, taking pleasure in the way your voice ever so faintly trembles with fear; who begins letting conversations stretch long past the usual threats.

ghostface sevika who keeps a burner phone exclusively for calling you, and finds herself reaching for it during the day just to hear your voice, even if she stays silent on the line.

ghostface sevika who breaks into your house when you're not home, not to set a trap, but to learn you—running her fingers over your books, your photos, your underwear, the little details that make you you.

ghostface sevika who starts leaving little things behind during her visits: a flower on your pillow, your favourite drink in the fridge, small gifts that blur the line between threat and courtship.

ghostface sevika who leaves cryptic messages on your mirror in the steam after you shower, words like "mine" and "soon" that disappear as quickly as they appeared.

ghostface sevika who learns your entire routine within days—when you wake up, what you eat for breakfast, which route you take to work—and positions herself in the shadows just to catch glimpses of you living your life.

ghostface sevika who grows so obsessed that she wants—no, needs to see your face up close again. she shows up at your workplace in civilian clothes, watching you from across the room with those sharp eyes, memorising the way you laugh.

ghostface sevika who gets dangerously jealous when she calls and hears someone else's voice in the background, her grip tightening on the phone until the plastic creaks.

ghostface sevika who follows you on dates with other people, seething with possessive anger, her knife handle practically imprinted in her palm from how hard she grips it.

ghostface sevika who starts eliminating anyone who poses a threat to you instead, her kill list shifting priorities without her conscious permission.

ghostface sevika who then begins to go after anyone and everyone who expresses interest in you. you're hers, whether you know it or not.

ghostface sevika who starts calling you by a possessive pet name through the modulator—something like "sweetheart" or "baby"—delivered in that distorted voice that should terrify you but somehow doesn't.

ghostface sevika who sits in her truck outside your house for hours, mask off, smoking and wrestling with the reality that she's completely compromised, that you've become her greatest weakness.

ghostface sevika who starts leaving notes with her gifts, handwriting disguised but words growing increasingly intimate: "you looked beautiful today" or "i hate seeing you sad."

ghostface sevika who makes you a playlist on a usb drive she leaves on your doorstep, every song a confession she can't say out loud, from menacing to desperate to almost tender.

ghostface sevika who finally speaks to you without the voice modulator during a call, just for a moment, her real voice low and rough as she says your name like a prayer.

ghostface sevika who shows up wounded at your door one night, mask cracked, testing whether you'll turn her away or let her in, bleeding and vulnerable in your doorway.

ghostface sevika who kisses you for the first time with the mask still on, the hard surface of it pressing against your face as her strong hands grip your waist with barely restrained intensity.

ghostface sevika who whispers threats and promises in equal measure against your neck, blade trailing harmlessly across your skin as she tells you exactly what she wants to do to you (none of it involves killing).

ghostface sevika who lets you touch the mask, guide her hands, set the pace, giving you a control she's never relinquished to anyone, her breath harsh and uneven beneath the covering.

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[buffycapss]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER — 3x22: Graduation (Part 2).

[sassquatch737]

Ellie 🐛🦔

[elliespuns]

The quiet understanding between Joel and Tommy always gets me

[staysoft4eva]

Pussy that makes you want to do better in life.

[inkpressedpetals]

[nixscriptum]

[taiturner]

Jaz Sinclair as Marie Moreau GEN V, 2x03 "H is for Human"

[mpmrpjb]

I just noticed the last spicy thing I drew got flagged again- I'm just trying something.. xD