#elliot execution

[fuuy0]

Mmmm pizaz

[crimsonterror577]

Execution - A drawing based off how I think Tessa was murdered.

For the icebreaker, how do you all think Tessa died?

[change-of-fates]

elliot, imagine struggling against a guy with just a machete, that's actually so pathetic T_T -🔮 (ooc: yes I know this is mean, but I have plans)

``Shhhh- he swings reallllyyyy fast-``

``Corner jumping quiet guy, he's really a huge threat for us.``

[hearthomelesbian]

theyre executing me today due to my misunderstanding of pokemon breeding mechanics in gen 4 causing me to waste 3 days of my real life time hatching a dozen eggs and evolving 4 different baby pokemon that i didnt need to instead of just getting a smeargle to sketch both moves and then breeding it w a clefairy

[sapphicghostie]

i’m sorry but all the EO/chriska/OC fans are ruining the l&o svu fandom , like i get it you want your toxic ship to be a reality but it’s gone way to far 

[toasters0422]

Honestly, I've been really wanting to make Poppy Playtime content, specifically with Elliot Ludwig, because I've always believed in the later days of Play.co, he was like...

the only Executive to remember they worked for a toy company.

Like—and I need to be clear that I have like barely any hold on the timeline— There would be a meeting between all the executives, they're all talking about the Bigger Bodies project, and he's just sitting there thinking

"Can we go back to making teddy bears. please god."

I'm most likely wrong, but i refuse to believe Elliot was on board with the Bigger Bodies, orphan murder and/or even just the concept of giant monster toys. Bro just wants to make toys, he's not a biologist.

[hitchell-mope]

Dangerous ground Elliot. Dangerous ground.

[largeworm]

"Stardew is so relaxing" can not be me. I'm sweating. I've maximized the perfect time to upgrade my tools while going to catch seasonal fish. I got a pig to give me truffle with a 1 day margin of error (I had to upgrade the barn twice and buy a pig in 12 days). I've currently got 4 rabbits trapped and will execute them individually if they do not give me a foot by the end of winter. I'm stalking the beaches like batman awaiting a nautilus. I will complete this community center by the end of the year so help me stardew gods. I've talked to the towns folks maybe three times since moving in. Penny and Elliot are my only friends because I had their favorite gifts in my inventory and realized it was their birthday while checking the board. I accept no time lost. Winter is here. I shall not rest.

[stealingdeansgender]

wow toe to tip just like housebound (2014)

(and maybe barbarian i think but i’ve never actually seen it 🤫)

[anneonomus]

feeling insane do y’all remember tumblr group chats

[forsaken-headcanons]

Hii first time submitting please don't execute me :3 This game has rotted my brain I swear oops didn't mean to ramble sorry :(((

Tw// mentions hunger + mentions of skinning animals

The survivors/killers get food from winning matches (being bland pizza) and they used to ration it (007n7 would also duplicate it but the more he'd do that the less good to eat it'd become) but after a really bad streak and everyone starving they made a cycle which is Farm/hunt/prepare/cook

Farming - they were able to get a really small garden going, Builderman made a UV light as well. There's not much sunlight and a water filter (which is also how they get clean water to drink and clean) there's a sub task with this which is being a scarecrow. I think it explains itself (whoever does the least work or smth gets put up as it. It's often 7n7 due to public voting) TT is the one most common working for reasons

Hunting - Someone gets voted and gets kicked out of the campgrounds to hunt animals (or fish but that's 2X2) and (very rarely) cake monsters to bring back. Guest is the most commonly sent out for once more, obvious reasons while Chance is banned (they'd come back screaming and running) and Two time brought

Prep - Making the food actually safe to eat. Shedletsky is scarily good at skinning animals (Brighteyes taught him, she's a lot better tho she's not there thankfully) though he's rarely given this task and Chance also once had this but the second he was given a rabbit he ran (Noob didn't know :[ they apologised afterwards) though he does clean the vegetables often. Everyone does this task a lot since everyone can do it.

Cooking - Self explainatory. Elliot does this the most if not always while 007n7 is secondary and Desukkar and Shedletsky are tied at third. Everyone else rarely does and Two time is BANNED .

Meanwhile the killers eat raw meat as 1x (the only chef) rarely cooks because their cabin is a wreck and Jason keeps bringing animals (or sometimes an unlucky survivor somehow even if they're on the other side of the lake) to eat! Delicious (John does not care, the kids are crying, mafioso is going insane and Noli is very close to murder and everyone else also is mostly unhappy)

- 👑 Anon (That's available right?? Anyways hiiii)

Interesting. I love how the survivors worked out a system to farm and produce food that's better than bland and boring pizza, while the killers are struggling and fighting for their lives.

[yey56]

HARLEY SAWYER X PSYCHOLOGIST READER

Before everything:

Both Harley and (Y/N) had worked on the Playtime company before actually getting to know each other. They've seen each other, rarely, but sometimes in corridors or around the compound in general

When Sawyer had to visit the orphanage to observe the development of the children, sometimes you would be there. At first he took you for another bleeding heart, just as the rest of the caretakers. Then he learned you were a psychologist, at that time you were just that but he could see something in your gaze, something analytical, something that brushed a deep rooted curiosity.

He was curious. Harley didn't right away ask you or even approached you, he had more important things to do, but whenever he needed to go to Home Sweet Home, he would stare a little bit longer than needed trying to find that look of yours. The look that said that you were observing not admiring.

Later on, you were promoted by Elliot Ludwig himself as head psychologist of the company and or course, you were granted executive access.

Now you had knowledge of the deeper and darker secrets of the factory and of course you were expected to participate.

The first person you started talking with was Leith Pierre. The head of innovation and the head psychologist were two positions that complemented each other well because of the need of better, newer and more effective designs on toys and staff management.

You always worked closely to the innovation team, giving ideas and offering advice that would make the toys and the company more appealing.

But it was later, when the Bigger Bodies initiative was presented that you started working with Harley more often. The experiments needed mental stability so they wouldn't pose a threat to other stuff and to children. And of course to work efficiently.

At first he hated the compassion and empathy you showed the toys. How you were an ear to listen, to validate and to advice. To help them navigate the change. To see the light at the end of the tunnel.

But he was somewhat wrong in his opinion about you. When you talked to him about them you gave him a full report of the experiments mental weakness and where to improve so they could be more controlable, manageable.

You, just as him, were searching for control and while he imposed it over the experiments; you made them let you in. Where he found walls that delayed his work, you found a door of which you had the key.

That's when he understood why you looked at them that way. You were analysing your surroundings. Already strategizing a way to crack them open.

Of course you sometimes showed some preference over certain experiments, everyone is entitled to a whim, and even though you really seemed to have certain care for certain toys, that never stopped you so there was no problem.

You were made to adapt. You needed to adapt. Every toy was different, every kid had a different world in their head's. You were more than willing to explore it and conquer it.

Even though somewhere deep in you felt a little sad for the situation of the kids. You've made yourself be able to chose what to feel at any given moment, therefore you would be able to just ignore it for your own good.

No project would ever get done if you just felt bad for pushing the boundaries. The limits where what draw the line between mediocre and greatness.

This project was everything to you. Any reminder of the moral compass you might thought to have was thrown away in order to satisfy your need to unravel the human, and not so human mind after pushing the boundaries of life.

And the same way Harley noticed your true intentions by pure analytical view, you noticed his.

Harley, as much as he hated was still very much human and as the human he was he had his outbursts. He was an easy man to anger.

When you started to get more confortable with each other, he would sometimes just start ranting about everything that annoyed him that week. You knew showing him empty compassion or useless words would not suffice so, true to yourself you adapted to him recognising what he needed at that moment.

That's what always startled him about you. You were damn good at your job. You knew what he needed, you knew what was needed and you did it with little to no error.

Sometimes he would hear you mumbling to yourself about the development of some experiments or about how Leith was fucking up the designs. To repetitive, to traditional, to boring, to unchild-like.....

Just as you listened when he ranted about what bothered him, he listened to your speeches about how the designs would only decrease the sells and you quoting some psychological studies that discredited whatever the design of the toy was. Sometimes it was the colors that weren't lively enough or didn't combine well; other times it was the unfriendly shape of the toy....

You, just as him didn't like when others did your job (even though it was needed because you cannot be everywhere) because you though that they could never do it as good as you.

He would listen to you talking about child psychology. Talking about how the other psychologist were not handling well the experiments. Sometimes you would joke about them buying their titles or something like that.

(Y/N): "Harley, I swear, I think this idiots bought their titles online because there is no way that someone is that fucking dumb on purpose."

Harley: "I differ, we have Pierre as an example."

Both you and Sawyer basically isolated yourselfs on the deeper laboratories. The executives were noticing this too but since you both were very stubborn people, no one could convince you to stop.

Leith started requesting Ludwig to call you out because whether he liked it or not, your advice in the innovation and marketing department actually helped a lot the company and your absence was taking a toll on the finances.

Once a week you would go up to give Leith your design and give him a very detailed explanation of why this design was the most effective and the one that the public would like the most.

This bothered Harley because he had gotten so used to you that now he was almost unbearable to work with any other specialist or psychologists.

Eventually they all quit or just presented a formal complaint to Ludwig.

Headcannons:

Your fingers are almost always covered in blue ink or in pencil dust due to your reports, notes and designs.

Harley and (Y/N) have, accidentally, switched glasses once or twice and since they have different affections (Harley doesn't see well near and you don't see well far) you basically have a moment of confusion before realising that it's not your glasses.

Leith and (Y/N) actually got along well at the start. But (Y/N)'s obsession on the projects made her very self centered, only worried about feeding her curiosity.

When bigger bodies started, Harley was 39 and (Y/N) 37 while Leith was already 43.

Since (Y/N) stopped taking care of herself so much, the white hairs in her head became more visible after starting the Bigger Bodies initiative.

The kids usually liked (Y/N) a lot because she always treated them as people and not like idiot kids. They basically view them as little adults with less knowledge about the world. That's it.

Harley gets somewhat irritated when (Y/N) is not much time in the laboratory or in the interviews with him because she just starts a new obsession over a project. (Mommy long legs, poppy, Doey, Catnap, Piannosaurius etc.)

Okey people, sorry for not writing but I'm in finals so I want to pass. I've made some drawing.

⚠️⚠️SPOILER PART 5 ⚠️⚠️

(Part 5 in process)

I wanted to give more depth to (Y/N)

-Unedited fanfic-

[daphrona]

If you play a man your childhood sweetheart is a beautiful woman with gorgeous blonde curls and if you play a woman your childhood sweetheart is some guy

The real problem with playing a woman if Fable 3 is that Elise exists

[drdtblingsceo]

You can see Felicitys and Elliots graves during Aces execution !!!! ( the very start )

[reformhim]

The Exchange

Elliot was a quiet presence in the corner of the corporate tower—glasses slipping down his nose, shirt always slightly wrinkled, a permanent flush on his cheeks whenever anyone important said his name. The mailroom was his world. Toting padded envelopes and paperwork in his arms, he moved unseen past glass-walled offices, including that of the enigmatic CEO, Victor Cross.

Victor was everything Elliot wasn’t. Tall, broad-shouldered, mid-40s with a manicured beard and suits that looked airbrushed onto his sculpted frame. He barely looked at Elliot when signing for packages—just a nod, maybe a tight-lipped smile. But Elliot watched. Closely.

One evening, Elliot was filing packages late when he noticed something odd wedged behind a storage locker—a sleek black envelope with a wax seal. His name, in beautiful calligraphy. Inside: a card with one phrase printed in silver foil.

“Your role is waiting. Choose your ambition.”

There was a burn in his fingertips the moment he touched the card. A pull behind his belly button. His head spun.

The next morning, Elliot woke in a different apartment. One with high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a closet full of suits tailored to a body that felt... different. He stumbled to the mirror.

His face had changed—more defined jawline, thicker brows. His glasses were gone. A well-trimmed beard now sculpted his face, highlighting sharp cheekbones. His hair was darker, styled back effortlessly. Older, yes, maybe late 30s, but devastatingly handsome. And under the crisp dress shirt he’d thrown on: a lean, muscular frame that filled out his clothes just right.

He arrived at the tower and everyone stood when he entered. “Morning, Mr. Cross,” they said with reverence.

But he wasn’t the only one who had changed.

In the mailroom, a scrawny, awkward young man now sorted packages, his face pale, wearing glasses that slipped down his nose. His eyes darted up—nervous, unfamiliar—and Elliot recognized Victor. Or what Victor had become.

The former titan was now lanky and twitchy, his tailored clothes replaced with an work shirt and slacks. “M-Mr. Cross,” Victor stammered, eyes wide. “I—I don’t know what’s happening.”

Elliot smiled. A slow, practiced grin. “It’s Mr. Elliot Cross, actually,” he corrected. His voice was deeper, confident. He adjusted the cuff of his jacket, then leaned close to the trembling ex-CEO. “Looks like we swapped roles. Hope you enjoy the view from down here.”

Victor blinked rapidly, heart pounding. “This isn’t fair.”

“No,” Elliot murmured, letting his fingers brush Victor’s trembling wrist, “it’s balance.”

And as Elliot walked back toward the executive elevator—broad-shouldered, bearded, and magnetic—the door shut on Victor’s stunned expression. A single tear rolled past his oversized glasses.

The tower had chosen. And the mailroom would never feel the same again.

*Thanks to @rowdy317 for the story inspiration!

[hitchell-mope]

Oh Elliot.