[mindfcked]

independent & selective rp blog for original character elsbeth (elsie) bunney. varied activity, triggering content, 21+ only. written by ella, she/they.

exploring themes of addiction, recovery, female identity, the divine feminine, child abuse and avoidant attachments.

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[emotionealie]

"no, trust me, i know that feeling." her smile twists into something far more impish, recalling her familiar fantasies of alfendi with grey in his hair. okay, maybe that more wholesome than what elsie means, but it's not like nealie was a saint before meeting him anyway.

"there's no way that guy satisfies you though." probably a little loud to say that on her balcony, watching the man walk through the park across the street. "no sense of rhythm. finishes before he even starts." that's a part of the fun, nealie figures, but she says it anyway. a boot is brought up to the railing, propped up there while her leg jiggles restlessly and she drains half a beer.

"remind me to never let you meet my dad, by the way." playful, of course, with her grin lively.

[mindfcked]

ELSIE'S FOCUS REMAINED FIXATED on the passing stranger for a moment, considering the question posed. Eventually, and with a heavy, conclusive sigh, she too sat back in her seat, bare legs crossing over one another.

"No, probably not," she conceded, feeling no need to point out that satisfaction was rarely the goal, as it seemed practically impossible for her to obtain. Nonetheless, she scoffed in amusement at Nealie's remark, glancing over at her through a cloud of smoke. "Why, is your dad hot?"

Then, face scrunching, she raised a hand.

"Actually-- don't answer that. I've seen your type."

[hypersfixation]

Zachary Quinto and Jemima Kirke as Ace and Jessa Girls, s4e9, Daddy Issues

[mindfcked]

grind

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

@cardiomyapathy

HE HAD SURPRISED HER MORE THAN ONCE, possessing such stamina for a man in his forties, (daddy issues, much?) and as she felt him press against her from behind, Elsie actually found herself groaning.

"Again?" Despite herself, a smile tugged tiredly at her lips, and she rolled over in bed to slip her arms lazily around his neck. "You haven't even made us coffee yet... some shitty host you are."

[mindfcked]

cup

[ CUP ]: bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

@cardiomyapathy

SHE SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER than to fuck a doctor. Surgeon? Whatever he was, Kelly was bound to be far more observant than your average man. The bar was low, admittedly, but a keen eye was not exactly at the top of her list when seeking out a potential distraction, and Elsie's face as it sat in his hands said as much.

Lips pursed, her brow low over shadowed green eyes, she pulled herself from his grasp and punctuated the decision to do so with a small smack of his hand.

"You're creepy when you get all intense like that." Half-joking, and yet she couldn't bring herself to close the distance she'd put between them. "What're you looking at?"

[mindfcked]

@rhodeshillcare from here

HER LEGS WERE TUCKED BENEATH HER, and in the time it had taken Emiya to drift off, Elsie had lit up a joint. She was halfway through it when the other woman finally began to stir, not that she paying too much attention to what was going on beside her... or anything else, for that matter.

The feeling of fingers wrapping around her own eventually caused her head to turn, however, and Elsie smiled faintly as Emiya bought her tattooed hand up to her mouth, brow quirked at her playfulness. "Shit, sorry," she murmured, the small chuckle that lined her words suggesting that she wasn't taking her idle fiddling too seriously. Nonetheless, Elsie drew her hand away, and tucked it between her folded legs. She'd need to finish that joint before she would be able to be purposely intimate. "God, what a perv, touching you while you sleep. Lock me up, babe."

Briefly, she paused, expression temporarily thoughtful.

"Well... let me hide the weed before you call the police-- or, better yet, let me finish the weed."

[wintersrunt]

" didn't your mother teach you any manners? or was she too busy fucking whatever breeze drifted through town? "

        — 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓉 . an independent, mutuals-only, selective roleplay blog for 𝕓𝕚𝕘𝕓𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕗 of telltale's the wolf among us. headcanon heavy, multiverse & game-based. may contain triggering content. adored by ella, she/they.

[emotionealie]

@mindfcked said: " i'm not sure i wanna fuck them or be them. "

"i meannn," nealie's looking around for a moment, then cutting her eyes to the side at elsie playfully. "who's to say it can't be both? who would deny you selfcest in the year of our lord and savior?" that cracks her up, laughing at her own joke.

turning to better face elsie, her head tilts. "what do you like about them?"

[mindfcked]

UNBOTHERED BY THE TERMINOLOGY, Elsie simply nodded, as if Nealie were speaking about the weather. A cigarette was perched artfully, manner practised, between her lips, and she eyed the older man with a stare that bordered on predatory. Not that she had any intention of acting on it, of course. Far too early for that.

"I like that he'd never be interested, and if he was, he'd hate himself for it," she replied levelly, taking the cigarette between two fingers and exhaling a cloud of smoke. "He's probably got a wife and kids. I don't know. I love the idea of a widower, though... like, he cares about his family but his life is tragic, y'know?" A pause, and she finally turned her green eyes towards Nealie. "I'm not a home wrecker, I just... like the idea of dating a dad."

[mindfcked]

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it. !!!!!!!!! i guess!!!!!!

@bak3rs

THE TRACK MARKS WEREN'T SUBTLE, and it wasn't as if Elsie went to great lengths to hide them. What would be the point? Anyone who knew her, had seen her bury herself in enough substances to kill a lesser mortal. But she - indestructible! - wore the wounds of her journeys with pride.

Until they were given gentility. Consideration. That landed far harder than judgement, pity or disgust.

"Hey--" Snapped, rather than spoken, and she tugged down her sleeve to come between her body and the love it so craved. What, like you deserve it? "What're you doing, weirdo?"

[jackabbot]

HALF MAN • 1.05

[wildwhims]

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh

[cur4tor]

ELSBETH BUNNEY: TELL ME YOUR STORY. I WANT TO KNOW EVERY PART OF YOU.

to a man who spends his entire life trying to blend into the background, being asked to lay himself bare like this leaves him feeling exposed, pages of his book threatening to fall wide open. ‘every part might not be entirely possible,’ he answers after a quiet moment, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. he takes another moment to look down at the floorboards, tracing the wood grain as he tries to calculate how to even begin summarizing a life that feels far too messy, too fragile, too heavy to burden someone else with. when he finally gathers the courage to look up at elsbeth, he doesn’t quite meet her eyes. ‘it’s not a very exciting story. it’s mostly . . . a lot of broken things i tried too hard to fix and an awful lot of time spent worrying about making mistakes, and making them, anyway,’ he isn’t telling the full truth, that much is clear, but she doesn’t really know what she’s asking him for, does she? taking a breath, he rests his hands on his hips to keep from biting his nails. ‘i wouldn’t even know where to start,' @mindfcked.

[mindfcked]

SHE DRANK PEOPLE IN AS IF DYING OF THIRST, wanting to absorb their every facet, their every tale and secret, what got them out of bed in the morning and what kept them up at night. It wasn't connection she was looking for, but satisfaction. Elsie wished to be drunk on him, if only to forget who she was for a while.

Green eyes were laden with shadows and boring into him as he skirted around a response. Her tattooed hands were behind her, resting against her lower back as she leaned against the wall, posture open, intentionally so. "You think you're going to scare me off," not so much a question, but a statement. She smiled, and shifted her focus to the floor when a faint, airy chuckle left her lips. "I'm not saying you won't, but... I don't know." Punctuated with a small shrug, she tipped her head to one side, but still, she didn't look up at him. "I think... our mistakes are what make us interesting, y'know? I don't care about what food you like or what shitty TV show you wanna watch. I wanna know the real stuff-- not just the bad, but... the stuff that makes us human, I guess."

[planbeyond]

" he was born with the shinigami eyes, able to see beyond their birthdays, able to see when they will die. "

        — 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔟𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 . an independent, mutuals-only, selective roleplay blog for 𝖇𝖊𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 of death note's another note: the los angeles bb murder cases. reigned in by ella, thirty, she/they.

[purgirltory]

"That's easy fer you t'say. Yer ass an' thighs're, like, perfect an' I'm built like a long child apparently." Violet huffed, trying not to be too hurt about the comment.

She laid back as the other continued shifting through a closet chock full of baby doll and a line dresses, handmade knit cardigans, the occasional work uniform not housed in The Rose's dressing room. Far enough back and she may find the odd latex dresses Violet's been allowed to keep from photoshoots.

"I hate bein' a woman," Even the word felt wrong in her mouth, tasting like mold and dust. It wasn't anything against women as a whole — only the dim, barely there notion that she may not actually be one. "I feel like guys never have these sorta conversations."

"I may'r may not be seein someone..." Violet hummed, playing mindlessly with a few strands of blonde hair before gesturing to the spliff with puckered lips. "Hey, gimme a hit? Pretty please?"

[mindfcked]

GOD, SHE KNEW THAT ONE, only too well. Despite her ever-confident, ever-present front, Elsie was no more secure in her femininity than Violet. The female identity was a heavy burden, and despite her build (not 'perfect', but certainly solid), Elsie didn't believe she would ever be strong enough to carry it.

"Don't do that," she said, disguising the pang of guilt in her stomach with - you guessed it, folks! - more front. She came to stand in front of Violet, still sporting nothing more than a garish maxi skirt and a bralette, and took hold of her chin lightly. Bending down, Elsie planted a soft kiss on Violet's mouth, before replacing her lips with the joint. "You're beautiful," she told her, lacking any sort of tact and speaking rather matter-of-factly, before wandering off again, ever-restless. "And if you think men don't talk about getting their dicks wet, you're wrong, babe." A joke, obviously. "Does this mean you're keeping yours in your pants, then? 'Cause I haven't gotten laid in two months, so if you're all loved up right now, you gotta be my wingman or something."

[criterionfilms]

Tiny Furniture (2010)

[soulprompts]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

[ CLOSE ]:          while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.

[ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.

[ BARE ]:          as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

[ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.

[ PALM ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

[ HOLD ]:          while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

[ TUG ]:          the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

[ WRAP ]: when sitting astride a horse/motorcycle/etc. together, the sender reaches back, takes the receiver’s wrists, and gently pulls their arms around the sender’s waist in an embrace designed to keep the receiver safe, despite feeling remarkably intimate.

[mindfcked]

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap. + 「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

@cur4tor

SHE'D HAVE BET MONEY ON IT. No man who looked like him - rough edges, calloused hands - could possibly be nothing more than a nice, quiet gentleman. Kit was always so sweet, a soft soul in that hardened, sturdy body of his, but Elsie didn't buy it. There was always something else; always something deeper, something richer, something with bite.

Her giggle was made hoarse by the hand around her throat, but her smile never wavered as Elsie happily let herself be pulled into Kit's lap. "There you are," she uttered fondly, her tattooed hands settling lightly against his chest. "No more holding back, baby... give it to me."