#elland

[lil-grem-draws]

⟡﹡｡˚ Elland and Will ˚ ｡﹡⟡

🏳️‍🌈 HAPPY PRIDE MONTH from my crew

From my boys to your OCs! I'm excited to see what everyone else has prepared for the month, but remember, you don't have to participate if it stresses you or you feel obligated to post something!

[elland-n-will]

William. Elland. Dearests.

Do you prefer tea or coffee?

And how do you take them, either way?

[Don't start Will on talking about tea, he's a spoilt expert 🍵🫖]

[traceyc-uk]

It's nearing Halloween, and Elland sits down next to the new fifth year with some pumpkin pie on a plate. The plate gets placed between the two students, and Elland takes one of the pieces, motioning for NFY to take the other with a smile.

"Everyone's been running around, sorting out their Halloween costumes since we have less than 2 weeks left," comments the Hufflepuff between the bites. "Do you plan to dress up as anyone or anything this year? I think William is trying to organise a party this year again."

Pumpkin pie!!! Elland should know he’s weak for anything in buttery pastry 🤤 he’s certainly hoping to dress up, especially after been given an excellent suggestion of a certain creature 🦛, but he’s yet to find the attire.

The Fifth-year balked with a mouthful of pie, thinking he’s not sure if William will be so quick to invite him to any parties after what he’s about to do…

[kellornsie]

Stranglethorn Java

|DWC February 2026, Day 2, Hide/Golden|

@daily-writing-challenge

Cw: alcoholism, survivor's guilt

Victoria stared at the uniform folded on her desk. An officer's collar, decoration, medals. She felt nauseous. She survived Legionfall, but none of her comrades had. The empty bottles on her desk spoke more than she did. Pressed, folded, neatly maintained. Gilnean colors draped over her desk. Her desk. She frowned at the thought, not for the first time. A knock interrupted her wallowing. A letter slid underneath her door. She perked up. Her steps came quick as she crossed her office, more of a glorified closet, and she stooped to pick up the letter. No envelope. Two words. "Found him." So he was in the jungle after all. She was worthless here. A desk and papers? She considered resigning and setting everything ablaze, also not for the first time. She filled out the paperwork, a leave of absence. The quill scratched at the parchment slowly, painfully. Her hand trembled. She reached for an empty bottle before realizing.

She thought of her father. "Finally going to make you recognize me." She mumbled to no one. She barely packed a bag before she hopped a Gnomish flight out to Booty Bay. ----- It had been days, weeks now, and she slammed a fist into the wooden shack's wall. It rattled. The jungle stretched forever, it seemed, and her nose still hadn't adjusted to all the smells. Locals eventually told her about him, so she knew he was there. But she had little patience left.

She rented this house, but hadn't settled in yet. A knock on the door quietly faded. She stared. A second knock. She walked over and opened it. A small child with torn, ruined clothes stood there. "They said you do alchemy cheap." 'Well spoken kid,' she thought. "Aye, depending on what you need. I can make poultices, salves, and some aside." "Pa is sick, got a fever, but he can't make it into the Bay anymore. Can you help?"

Her heart wrenched. "Yeah, alright. Let me grab my bag."

The trek through the jungle ripped at her clothes. 'Explains why his are so ruined,' she commiserated. A small clearing opened up behind a seemingly impenetrable wall of trees. A little cavern sat in the back. She found a cookfire, a dinnerpot, a few bedrolls, mats, and packs. A worgen laid out on a bed of scrap linens and wools. A girl sat next to him with a worn washcloth.

Victoria rummaged through her bag and pulled out a few vials and beakers of various mixtures and liquids. She approached the fire and quickly stoked it into a blaze. His eyes felt familiar as she stepped to the bedside. "Sir, what's your name? Can you tell me how long you've been sick? What symptoms?" "Elland." The worgen croaked in answer.

A vial dropped into the fire and Victoria scurried to snatch it up from the blaze, cursed her luck, and burned her hand.

[sealedintime]

Elland, West Yorkshire, England, Photo by Martin Parr, 1978

#historylovers #historyinpictures #sealedintime #historicalphotos #vintagephotos

[kiwiplaetzchen]

And so the last drop has dripped

The tiny, little udders got plucked, got squashed, got squeezed and squished until the very last drop. Nice and warm. Fully organic. Fresh from the source.

Thank you, my dear Dairy Lovers:

💛 Elland 💚 Will 💙 Monty 💜 Theo 🤍 Allegra 🪻 Aileen 🍵 Hellendil 🖤 Sebastian 🦉 Alsius 🌷 Ada 💙 Wren 🐐 Felix

The almond got so excited to produce so much milk for all of you. You will never see a happier almond.

drip drip drip The disturbingly cute almond was glad to have served its duty.

🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛

[shadowsstarwc]

WHERES MY MILKSHAKE DATE PUNK DONT MAME ME SEND THE GANG!!!

I FORGOT ABOUT IT YOU DIDNT REMIND ME

[adallegra]

Allegra: *Plays with Clem and pretends to eat Clem's snacks only to show that oh, Allegra has more!*

Elland, caught off guard somewhere to the side, watching it all transpire:

*gives Clementine one last smooch and ruffle before leaving for class, after which, the Golden trots up to Elland instead:*

Anymore treatos?