ellie

archived <3 y'all are lovely

[xtra-ellie]

sabrina-christiansen‌:

Sabrina looked around the lab. Even though it might not be very crowded at the moment, there were still enough people around who could cause trouble should the desire arise. “Yeah. Yeah, that would be a good idea.” She smiled at Ellie. The high was starting to leave, but that didn’t mean that there was no evidence of what she had been up to. For all she knew, her eyes would give away the fact that she wasn’t completely sober. “I’d like that very much.” She chuckled, rising from her chair. “I’d love the company. I was thinking of watching Bob Ross. I heard that he is the best to watch like this.” She made her way to the door, holding it open for Ellie. “It’s a pleasure, Ellie. I’m Sabrina, and I am pretty sure that if you really wanted to do something you would have already made a move.” 

“Oh wow, bob ross, nice and quiet, relaxing, good choice,” she mused before snickering. Had she wanted her she would have made a move? Ellie smiled, playfully and seductively as she leaned in on the desk. “I don’t make moves in places like this... Without consent around, everything is up in the air. There are a whole bunch of things that would be fun to do with you,” she looked over her deep blonde hair, bright eyes and dazzling grin. Of course she’d be all over her. Teacher fever was something she was no stranger to. “Oh love, there are many things that I would want to do but this place is the worst environment for what I’m into. So lovely, let’s go watch some Bob Ross. The real question is, should we paint along?”

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sabrina-christiansen‌:

“You don’t know the half of it.” She still could remember the smirk on the Headmaster’s face when he’d presented her with the tiny French maid outfit to wear while cleaning up after her little prank. The masters certainly were a creative lot.  “Oh yeah. Total laugh fest.” She could already feel the high receding a bit the more they spoke of the rule of the Institute. “Luckily for me, the computers could as a lab. Most of the time, I have the ability to try and enforce lab rules. It doesn’t do much for the rest of the day, but while they are in here, there is always something for someone who wants to wear clothing to wear.” It might be basic and dull, but Brina wanted the students to think of what they were learning first. A distraction of any sort that she could eliminate means that she would. “About two years.” 

“Do you wanna get out of here?” she asked, not responding to her. She cared, but she could see the vacant look. Memory was powerful enough to bum out the best of highs, and judging by the sugar on her bottom lip she still had a ways to go until she should be feeling any of that dread. “The lab’s a good place to lay low, but... It’s so much more fun to ride these things out at home. It’ll feel less...” she waved her hands around helplessly as she searched for a word. “Depressing? Yeah, depressing. Much better to chill out and watch some Netflix... and chill, ha,” she stared at the computer screen for a moment before looking back at her. “I’m Ellie, and you’re gorgeous but I promise no weird shit. If you like company I mean.”

[xtra-ellie]

morganaxgodfrey‌:

Those who broke curfew were few and far between. When she first arrived, it seemed to be a much bigger problem. Perhaps it was her arrival, or something else, but it meant she had to find other reasons to enjoy and torment the slaves here. It usually wasn’t too difficult to do. Most slaves couldn’t help but talk back to guards here. Some of them didn’t care, but Morgana never allowed a comment, no matter how subtle it was to go unpunished. The ones who had been here longer knew, for the most part, to keep their mouth shut around her. This blonde plaything wasn’t one of them. It was her duty to ensure the blonde thought twice before complaining about the treatment she endured. 

Morgana had taken a seat on her the blonde’s bunk, after throwing her face first onto the floor. Her black dress clung to her obnoxious curves of the succubus as she enjoyed looking her prey over. “Hmmmm… and what to do with you? Usually I put slave’s mouths to good use after they use it to make poor decisions,” she taunted, before being rudely interrupted by the intruder. She remained seated, unsure what exactly was going on. “Ahem,” Morgana cleared her throat at the second slave. “No, that wasn’t the case her. Her position was very intentional. And I think you should join her,” Morgana ordered. She got up and closed the cell door, ensuring they wouldn’t go any where. “In fact, I think you should be dealt with first. You should learn to mind your surroundings, because interrupt a guard, even accidentally is a pretty serious offense. Now, get on your knees,” the guard ordered, slowly taking a few steps closer to Ellie.  

“Mm mhm,” Ah hell, she knew this woman was bad news. Using slaves as furniture was... odd, she never would have thought of it. Then again, the ‘slavery’ bit was something that was delivered in roleplay usually. A nervous smile cracked the stunned look on her face; instinct really. Mercy. Though she stopped when she realized that it wouldn’t help her. The cell door closed, and she was quick to assume the requested position with her knees hitting the cold ground. She nearly tried to make light; tell her companion it wasn’t too bad. Cold floor on a hot day, she nearly said. She knew better that that at least. 

She knelt neatly with her hands folded in her lap and her back rigidly straight. When she did glance the other slaves way she was quick to look up at the woman. Her bust made it damn near hard to see her face; something she would have found hot in a dominant woman once. Now she was simply not sure what to expect. “May I ask what you prefer to be called? I don’t want to disrespect you further,” her eyes shifted to avoid attempting a gaze. Instead, her brown eyes were unfocused and staring through her generous curves in a way she never would before. Ugh, throwing consent out the window really put a jam in the gears. 

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precarious-odette‌:

“Drama. Would definitely explain your loudness and theatrics.” She smirked at the woman. “But at least the back of the theater can hear you loud and clear through, right?” Odette swept her long hair all to one side, still keeping her eyes on the other woman. “I’ve got about two more years left on this rock. Although, if I can keep doing extra credit shit then maybe I can get out of here in a year.”

“Wait huh?” she paused. Theatrics? Was she theatrical? Loud of course but theatrical? Ellie was distracted as they switched to the next topic. Getting off the island. She still had a ways to go before her education was complete. She didn’t know how long exactly, as she didn’t look into those things when making decisions. She would charge the fee to her credit card and that would be that. Not this time. “You don’t suppose drama students can scrounge up some extra credit do you? Have you ever been claimed? Or... rented?” There were other ways to be used, off the books. The experience seemed different. 

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magic in her eyes

[xtra-ellie]

witchyveritty·:

Her voice was sweet and a music for her ears - something that surprised Veritty since at the first words she was distracted by other things and didn’t pay much attention to that. But now with the brunette in front of her, the redhead could see every little detail there was to be seen in her pretty face and it was enough to slowly bring a smile to her face. “Nice to meet you, Ellie. I must say… You have a cute name and really pretty voice, for a moment thought that you’re a siren of some sorts.” All of it was said before she had the chance to call her ‘gorgeous’ which was followed by a laugh and shake of her head before Veritty turned her eyes towards the pretty slave. “To be honest, can’t imagine someone here who won’t be pleased to be called ‘gorgeous’ all the time, but… uh, you can call me Veritty. No titles, we’re not in the Middle ages after all.” Pointing at her to take the next corner to the right, the witch gently put one of her hands on the lower back of the girl, in what seemed like an attempt to guide her. “Where do you want to go?”

Given the environment anxiety threaded the gaze of attraction in which she regarded Verrity. She was so charming, her gaze was awestruck. Oh how she could appreciate a beautiful face, but it wasn’t that which grabbed her attention and held it in an absolutely inescapable grip. Her confidence felt earned, the kind you only earned with a life of genuine badassery. It was already something she adored, but to wrap it up this way? She seemed so genuine that it was enough to be entirely disarming. That, and she was beautiful beyond words. When Ellie searched for what enchanted her, it felt like searching a painting. She was a walking masterpiece. “No, just human but... Sirens,” 

Thoughts of something charming to say as a response melted when she thought of the possibilities. Her hand pressed against her back to guide her had her words floating in nonexistence. First she nodded, pleased for the simplicity of a name. That, and the lack of offense to ‘gorgeous’ or other obvious statements. El was enthralled- she would wonder if it were something new and magical but this feeling was something she knew too well. The familiarity that swelled within her was also intellectually disarming. “Holy crap I would love to get out of this place for a little,” she admitted it fast, though she imagined that hell would be habitable this way. Oh how she wanted to have some fun. Not a difficult goal now. She’d do anything with her. “Are sirens actually a thing? I honestly don’t know what exists out there,” she was shocked by it all and desperate to her from someone who knew something. “You can’t be human. You’re timeless...” she paused. “I mean that in a good way, obviously...” a nervous grin punctuated her rapid gear shift. “I saw a spa--aqua vita? Something like it- Ohh or the beach. There were some gorgeous looking bars on the beach.”

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buddy system

[xtra-ellie]

chasethenxphilim‌:

He took the muffin with a smile and small bow of the head as a thank you. “Well it is nice to meet you Ellie, I am Chase. I just got here a few days ago as well actually.” He hums at her words as he took a bite out of the muffin. “I have gotten a chance to walk to the library and back which is basically all that I have been doing while I am here so far.” His mind was starting to get jumbled from all the reading he was doing and he put his book off to the side. “Why don’t we go around campus together? You know, look around and stuff to get some fresh air.” 

The nod of acknowledgement made Ellie beam with satisfaction. Her mourning was gone as she nodded enthusiastically. “Same! Library, a little stroll outside but I saw-” she took a bite of her muffin as she thought. “I saw a group of students and I got worried? People feel like opportunists here,” Ellie had found her place leaning against the bars, but she was excited to hear him suggest a wander round. “Hell yes I’d love it. I didn’t really get to check anything out; I’m kind of a bit of a pussy I think. Let’s go,” she spun on her heel, muffin between mashing teeth as she started towards the halls.  

[sseureki]

i studied each person, figured out what they needed from me and then it was just a matter of becoming that person. so they would fall in love with you? mmhmm. but you’re pretending to be in love with them too, right?

[xtra-ellie]

sabrina-christiansen‌:

Sabrina’s eyes widened. “Not so loud.” One never knew who was listening it. It was possible that the headmaster had spies around looking for reasons to punish a person. “He does whatever he pleases, although he always finds a reason to do so.” Not that she wanted to dwell in some of the reasons. Sometimes even standing for a friend was enough to earn a punishment. The worst part was that the headmaster was not even the scariest person at the Institute. “Cross my heart and kiss my elbow.” She placed the gummies in the drawer of her desk to depose of later. The last thing that Sabrina needed was for someone else to find them in her trash. “Kevin’s a great kid when he pays attention.” She nodded her head. “It can be. Some people here are literal monsters, but there are also good people too. It’s about keeping to the good and avoiding the bad.” 

“Well, I’d imagine that given the rules he’s enforcing,” she replied with a snerk. There was a little flame of wonder there. It always had been. Sex and danger gave it all a certain flavor she always adored. It had been a thing she would seek out. Had the girl discovered supernatural creatures before the island surely she would have looked for them as well. For now, she could take the headmaster seriously. If it wasn’t legitimate BDSM it was messed up. End of story. Only here they were. “I’d like to see that,” she snickered softly, imagining the struggle to reach the joint as she sat down close to the desk. She pulled a chair closer, as she was eager to hear more about The Institute. “Must be glorious to teach the monsters... I’ve seen a few naked students too. Fun.” Her animated voice was positive but sarcastic in her optimism. It was acceptance, in her way. “How long have you been teaching?”

[roleplayawesomemes]

Send “Rumor has it...” And a rumor about my muse

[xtra-ellie]

crosshairs

She was returning, not quite after any curfew but it was late enough that any natural lighting had been sucked from the room. The lights were dimmed, but still bright enough to get ready for bed. Ellie had enjoyed a little time with another paying student; there were many who didn’t partake in the schools more debaucherous qualities. However, she had the feeling that such an environment awakened something. A realization in oneself; a sense of identity through BDSM. It was a trip. After hearing from some good, honest little kinksters she almost felt better about her place, but then she heard a vaguely familiar voice cry out. 

Stranger; new chick, random... Hannah? She couldn’t remember but the little blonde was on the floor. It didn’t click that the one who’d landed her there was the busty woman standing by. The woman didn’t register to her at all; a blind spot. She didn’t expect a violent reaction, so she didn’t notice that it was a guard... she didn’t piece the situation together but her protective urges. She dove to the ground with her arms around hers supportively to urge her back up; to help her stand. It only then occurred to her that she was being punished in some way. Wide blue eyes stared behind her in horror, and she struggled to squirm back. El spun quickly and bit back words of recommendation for gusto instead. 

“Whoops, sorry beautiful didn’t mean to interrupt; she’s such a clutz I assumed she fell on her own,” she stood between them despite her smile, her hands folded behind her back and urging Hannah to go to her cell. She wasn’t being cute when she called her beautiful. She was beautiful. And fiercely so... The wrong kind of attention. 

@morganaxgodfrey

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buddy system

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chasethenxphilim‌:

Chase had been reading over the material that he got from the library. When he heard a voice he looked up from his reading, “Oh hey…uh..how about chocolate chip?” He asks as he sees the muffins. “I thought I was the only one in these cells. What are you doing here?” He asks thinking that he was the only one that would be crazy enough to stay in the cells at this time when most people would rather go outside and enjoy the weather and no school. 

“I am too nervous to wander too far from the cells, so I decided to stay and hang out for a bit. Peace and quiet is nice,” she hummed as she entered the cell to hand him the muffin. She sat down without hesitation across from him on a small chair. “I’m Ellie by the way, just got here a few days ago. What about you?” A bite of the carrot muffin made her mourn the chocolate chip a little, only for a moment. Typical for her of course. “Have you had a chance to explore?”

[xtra-ellie]

magic in her eyes

[xtra-ellie]

witchyveritty‌:

Her hand shot up to catch the girls hand, fingers slightly going in a calming manner up her arm but without actually catching her in a rough way. Veritty saw what had happened and unfortunately it was something that wasn’t new in this place - slaves being screwed up all the time, pranked even by Masters, used and made fun off. Hell, such things were happening between Masters and Mistresses too, let alone towards slaves. Even though it was a rare occasion for someone to just do something like that without actually decided to torment the unfortunate being all the way through. “Its okay. Where are you going now? Back to the cells, I presume?”, she asked carefully, while drifting her hand and freeing the brunette from her touch since it had done its purpose - had stopped her at one place. The redhead could sense her anger and disappointment even if V wasn’t an empath, it was normal and obvious, so she sighed lowly before nodding in the opposite direction. “Come on. You can come with me if you don’t want to go back yet. You deserve some time at ease.”

Ellie was frozen in place as she felt the firm touch. She was stiff for just a moment, as she expected a hostile grab from the action. Her eyes shifted to the student who had her in a soft grasp to keep her from fleeing the scene. It only took a second for her to realize that, at least for now, Red wasn’t a threat. “That... was the plan,” she answered with a small, somber smile of acceptance. How could anyone so perfect not be a threat in some way? She seemed so confident. Why wouldn’t she be? She didn’t smile or give off an air of welcome. No, she seemed powerful and otherworldly. El blinked with surprise at the invitation. “I would love that,” she replied immediately. This woman didn’t have a supernatural hold over Ellie, but she was enchanted. It was a familiar feeling. It was a swell of affection, curiosity and intrigue paired with the fair bit of lust that came from the idea of... her. Familiar, but every time felt like the first. 

“My name’s Ellie,” she offered with a smile. “I feel like just calling you gorgeous is probably a little disrespectful. I’m still kind of learning the ropes,” she pulled back, only a bit. “Um, do you prefer titles or names?”

[thebroken--soul]

[musism]

she was never scared of falling               she was scared of standing ( s t i l l )

[sharpeshelen]

[xtra-ellie]

buddy system

@chasethenxphilim

Ellie had a few muffins saved from the day before for breakfast that morning. She wasn’t a big fan of whatever food they typically served. A chocolate chip muffin and a carrot muffin were wrapped delicately and nestled in her bag. She took them out and frowned for a moment, unable to decide and eager to make a friend. Her eyes turned to scan the cells around her. There were a few lingering, but many had left... Her eyes met another brown pair, and while she was quick to look away, she raised the muffins curiously before slipping off her bunk and wandering towards the cell. “B...07,” she mused as she looked at the cell.

“Hey, chocolate chip or carrot?” she asked as she held up the muffins. Nobody asked her to approach but... she wanted to make friends. It was how she planned on surviving the school year, or the summer itself without losing her mind.

[xtra-ellie]

❌❌❌

❌ Doing Dishes

Not that anyone LIKES to do dishes, I’m just saying I especially hate doing dishes and will sooner throw dishes out than bother with cleaning them. It’s gross, but I HATE doing them.

❌ Writing Scripts / Monologues

Some can do it, some can not. I am the later. Give me anything, tell me what to feel and I will give you the performance of my life every time... but don’t ask me to write my own story. I am awful at that. 

❌ Feet Tickling 

It’s a surefire way to get booted in the face with a heel. Whether I mean it or not, tickling sends me onto a fight or flight rampage and I’m a fighter. I don’t like it; don’t do it!