#eldfic

[royalreef]

@eldfic replied to your post “      “We’re all very proud of you getting to be a player character!...”

"wait till the mod characters come in"

      “Aren’t most of the current mods just new students?”

[a-magical-bargain]

A starter for @eldfic.

   “Are you sure you want this specific set of paints? I am very sure that you can get the same effect from store brought stuff - and you’re less likely to curse people with those paints!” She tapped the dust covered box - which had a skull clasp, with the main body being made of obsidian. According to Val it was the paints used by some old Monster artist - the one known for making particularly horrid pieces back in the 1800s,

[hellrager]

🔥 || @eldfic

“Wait, why can’t I wield two axes?? I can totally carry them! I’m not some scrub who needs both hands for their weapon.” Damien shouldered one of the axes, the other was in his grip, knuckles pressed against his side. The devil and the eldrich goddess were currently raiding the auditorium’s prob closet to find some stuff they could use for their new RPG shenanigans. 

    “When you told me about LARPing you said I could hit people   while being in character, and I want to hit people with TWO axes.” 

[zgords]

      the feeling that pulls from her chest is no FEELING at all  ;  cold and despondent and entirely familiar in it’s chill.  in this moment she is nothing but a creature,  a MONSTER,  a crescendo of festering rancor that fills the gaps of her psyche like a mother’s embrace,  and,  at the admission of her counterpart,  sears the inside of her stomach like a burn.

NAIVETE,  she realizes,  at the mercy of time and ignorance and her own forthcomings,  is a trait not exclusive to mortality.

“ ... i see,”  zoe says,  though her words ring hardly more than a breath of resignation.  she gently grasps her other self’s uninjured arm as if to steady her  ---  but it is her own hand that TREMBLES in it’s disposition.  “ ... he won’t come near you again,”  her assurance comes bartering no argument,  no hesitation.  she is a mess of contradictions  ;  a cold expression in exchange for the quake of the earth,  an old temperament for the scorching new FERVOR that pulsates under her skin,  “i’ll make sure of it.”

@eldfic / cont.

[zombfear-blog]

❛ i was so pumped about playing video games that i forgot to eat… ❜

↪ MISC ANIMAL CROSSING STARTERS - ;;  

❝ what? zoe! you need to eat- you gotta keep your energy up to play games! ❞ he’s concerned for her, he is. 

❝ c’mon, lets get you food. ❞

[electrifyingstitches]

@eldfic from this♥

   ♪♫ Vicky had asked permission from her mom just in case to let her know that a friend would be coming over. The scientist didn’t mind as long as it’s not that monster that hurt her. She was a bit hesitant to let an eldritch god in her lab, but she still lowered the defense mechanism so Zoe is not targeted the moment she gets inside ♫♪

   ♪♫ Vicky had everything prepared. A soda machine on one side, the couch in the middle, tons of blankets and pillows for a huge fort. Boxes of pizza, hot cocoa and tons more things to eat. A big TV against the wall with her dvd player, tons of consoles to play with and many more things. She wanted to try and make this the best of slumber parties... the best to avoid having to think of what happen and maybe distract both girls from the event... ♫♪

   ♪♫ ... but that was going to be hard the moment Vicky saw her friend. The bruises, the swollen eye... she got it far worse than Vicky. Vicky was kicked once and she suffered some internal damage, but Zoe? She looked like she went to hell and back ♫♪

   ♪♫ She did notice the way she was acting. How she almost seemed to be trying to avoid the topic of her injuries... and Vicky tried to play along. She quickly went to her side, gave her a hug... a long once cause they probably both really need it, and just said nothing for a moment ♫♪

   ♪♫ She did her best to try and not hurt her further if possible, making it a gentle hug at least. This couldn’t have been Brian... it just... she was not sure what kind of relationship Zoe and Brian had, but he would never hurt her like this. Something must have happen “Of course... I... we have some pepperoni, extra cheese, ham and a meat lovers” ♫♪

[qlossolalia-blog]

sc. for @eldfic ;

❝  nuh - uh !! we all know strawberry is the best filling for these candy bar !! please peanut butter is nasty !! please treat yourself better for once, zoe ... !! ❞

[thezomblr-blog1]

A tentacle ensnared the predator's arm from behind. It was none other than Zoe, who had both a look of confusion, astonishment, and fear. "Brian! Damien's your friend! We're all very worried about you, please s̰̞̲̗̼̗t̸̠͖̻̭o̞̲̥̰̩p̞!͍̺̺̹̬͜" She wasn't letting go, and that grip was tight.

“Shut up! Never asked for yer fuckin’ opinion.” It was his voice - but there was something truly wrong about it’s tone, it’s pitch, it’s everything. Just slightly off.

When he whipped around to face her, his irises were so dilated they’d nearly eclipsed the entirety of eyes. Leaving nothing behind but that moon-like silver sharpened to glimmering steel. He’d looked almost more animal that human and the moment they made eye contact maybe Zoe would notice something a fraction darker there. Something others would find unsettling.

Or maybe it’s that disembodied, feminine whisper curdling at her ear. wklv wlpholqh lv qrw brxuv, eudw

Either way, Brian’s bloodstained snarl bares his teeth as he captures the old godling’s throat and slams her against the nearest solid object. There’s no recognition of a friend in his eyes – just a threat to be eliminated. An obstacle. If she would not let go, he’d beat her until she did. No clear regard for his own safety, his own well being when going against a goddess that had once ended worlds. There not even a flicker of consideration that she could swallow him whole. Or  – although his own strikes were harder than any ghoul or zombie’s had any right being. 

Again and again, he would strike relentlessly, and take blows given to him in kind if they were in fact given. However the moment that tentacle released him – the ghoul would back off and continue on his destructive path. He knew what he needed – and it wasn’t her. Not this time.