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hc + 🌄 for an outdoor-themed headcanon

thematic headcanons .

Oh she doesn't go outside NEARLY enough, and it showsss 😭 Eleven tends to have a pretty awful sleep schedule, so any time she has to sleep is most often when the sun is out. She's completely fine with it being this way, though. Eleven doesn't have an aversion for the sun or anything, but... admiring it from inside while she isn't terrible, right?? Maybe a lot of it is just the routine she's been used to, but she does really enjoy being out at night, if she feels comfortable enough. She loves the cool air on her skin...

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yellow record shop yuri 🎙️

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very tired but i need to say. chubby eleven. that's all goodnight

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hc + 😴 for a sleep-themed headcanon

thematic headcanons .

Get this girl some melatonin ASAP.... she's falling apart... Her sleep schedule was already pretty hectic while studying, as she often spent the late hours of the night trying to perfect her assignments on top of waiting around to tune in to her favorite show; now, working with her very late time slot, it's so much worse. Though her program doesn't run too long, Eleven spends much of her time creating her own personal videos, and works hard to make sure they're perfectly tailored to what her audience wants to hear. Sure, she could have someone like Nino help with editing and general channel upkeep, but it's important to her that it remains entirely personal so she can maintain that connection to her audience.

Ultimately, she sort of bounces between two extremes: she's either functioning on anywhere from 3-5hrs of sleep & it shows, orr she's finally reached the point where she's overwhelmingly exhausted, falls asleep at sunrise, and sleeps through the entirety of the day 😭

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throwback to when the PTN twitter liked my reply to Kai before I deleted my original account

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me holding on to my delusion that the attire shop will update with the eleven outfit i missed despite the ptn twitter not announcing it

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aisno gave me eleven texting rather than speaking to chief so i could take it and run with it. i know it's because she's literally not able to talk when we meet her and she has to find her voice again but idc nonverbal eleven is real to me

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licks up her cheek like a dog showing affection

She is yet again immersed — not in her phone , but in the light of the sun that warms them , the gentle winds that rustle leaves above & the birds that sing their sweetest good mornings . There's a newfound joy the moment brings : an appreciation for the sounds often lost in the sea of voices she hears each day . Perhaps with love , it is easier to hear the heartbeat of the world .

Eleven hardly notices how distant she may seem ; lost in each new melody her ears notice , she views the scenery of their outdoor date with pure awe — a sense of wonder that misses a beat when wet tongue trails up her skin .

' Ah ... ! ' A sharp breath , her body jolting as every sense comes alive again . There is an undeniable chill that crawls up the length of her spine , accompanied by an arousal that bites the base of neck in a pathetic attempt to be sated . To indulge now would be inappropriate — the idea is subconsciously swatted away while fingers rise to lips , hardly caging the laughter that escapes .

' Sorry . I was spacing out again . ' Eleven clears her throat , turning self fully towards her beloved . Taking on a sweeter tone , Eleven taps Ninety-Nine's shoulder 'fore allowing palm to rest against collarbone .

' You have my attention , now . ~ Do you want to walk a little farther , or ...? '

Something tells her she already knows the answer .

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FINALLY.

an actual century has passed trying to get her to 100% and get her build right im.... so sorry my queen ....

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power is out soo i can't rly do anything until that's back but. for now. i'm never over eleven having a bunch of random things to make ASMR. i just know she makes her own little stimboards and collects a bunch of keychains and phone charms to use as well ...

also this immediately before the record talking about how a lot of the other sinners rly trust her is just so sweet to me bc it's just, to me, proof that she's truly keeping all of these things around because she wants to help people feel better in whatever way she can.

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finding eleven merch on taobao that i want so bad but they apparently no longer ship to the US 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

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it starts off slow , a gentle absent minded grinding while asleep . ninety-nine’s hips rolled lazily into eleven’s , both still dressed in pyjamas. Clawed hands reached out to grasp at the other’s hips, the grinding against her becoming more intense as she began to wake with the realisation of what was happening. pads of fingers reached across to take eleven’s breast into her hand, squeezing and teasing nipple though fabric as ninety-nine persisted in humping her from behind.

The rhythm is so gentle , Eleven does not immediately wake : instead , she shifts into Ninety - Nine's hips , allowing herself to be entirely enveloped within lover's embrace . Her dreams , innocent & sweet , quickly reflect the lust of Ninety - Nine's own ; images of their body intertwined , climbing atop Ninety - Nine's form to roll hips along with each thrust against her own . Despite arousal that begins between her thighs , it is still not enough to rouse her from sleep — she's content with the dream , body still against every grind .

It is not until hands grasp onto her breast & digits rub 'round nipple swelling eagerly that eyes flutter open , head peeking over shoulder to catch Ninety - Nine's heavy gaze . The sight of beloved thrusting so desperately , grinding into her ass as if moments from cumming from the friction alone sends a jolt throughout her form , beginning a steady throb throughout her clit that matches each thrust into her .

' ... Mh . ' With a soft murmur signaling her approval , Eleven brings a hand to wrap 'round Ninety - Nine's , assisting with every squeeze , moaning each time nipple is caught between their flesh . Her opposite hand snakes down the length of own body to invite digit towards her warmth , a gentle digit tapping along the outside of fabric before it is shoved to the side — not for her own entry , but to beckon beloved's entry in whatever way they may choose . Hoping it may serve to further convince Ninety - Nine , her gaze never parts from crimson eyes while a finger slips between her folds ; dipping into the waters of lust and emerging with a groan of pleasure .

' Please ? '

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" i know i'm not great at talkin' ... 'n sometimes i don't understand , " monster began , crimson gaze falling to greet softly honeyed yeux ; an arm snaking around eleven's shoulders . " but you can tell me stuff . like when you're worryin' or ... yknow , not feeling too great . i wanna try to make those bad days a little easier . "

It is far too easy for the emotions directed towards her to overwhelm , to grow so loud that they threaten to drown out her own . Easy to become numb to how she aches & deny whatever it may be her body needs — nutrition , sleep , love . She leans against Ninety - Nine near lifeless , lids fluttering in a desperate attempt to resist sleep's temptation and remain glued on the crimson she's grown so accustomed to . She needs to be here , fully present with Ninety - Nine : without this time , Eleven is certain she will risk falling apart again .

Warmth floods her cheeks with every word beloved speaks , heart drumming a rhythm that steadily increases as adoration swells . Despite how everyone may see her , Ninety - Nine is the sweetest joy she has ever known ... an anchor she had never dreamed of finding . There is nothing but love in the words whispered to her , nothing but tenderness in a touch oft considered cruel .

' I know . ' Eleven nods , a gentle laugh escaping her . Nuzzling into embrace , she turns head to place a kiss upon arm wrapped 'round her , hands rising to hold on tightly . ' Thank you . You're sweet . I'll be alright ... I really needed this . '

A yawn she had been fighting slips through as she further adjusts . ' It can be ... lonely . Everyone is listening , but ... usually only to what they want to hear . What they think they need to hear . '

But you only want to hear me .

The realization leaves her heart fluttering : sleep will be difficult should this longing continue to grow .

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Eleven shakes her head , struggling to accept a compliment she feels she does not deserve . Caring for a friend is the bare minimum , she shouldn't be praised for something so simple . But ... the word Angell chooses does ring in her ears , a melody far sweeter than she was prepared to admit . She may reject the praise , but ... she could get used to hearing Angell call her sweet . Call her anything , really .

She bites the inside of cheek before mind may wander , guilt swelling in her stomach for thinking something so selfish — hypocritical , to dismiss the praise while also craving more of it . Forcing down the feelings she did not realize existed , Eleven takes a lengthy sip , holding glass close to lips to conceal any sign of her distraction .

' I wouldn't mind it even if you did . I'm usually not doing much before the show anyways , so ... it'd be nice to keep me busy . ' Still , she nods , happy with the chance to have time together . ' I could show up early ? Well ... early for me . '

" You're sweet. " Words are gentle, as they always were when in the presence of Eleven. However, the embarrassment already settled in long before her dear friend arrived. Exhausted, unmotivated, no REAL drive aside from the basic survival &. to take care of the few fish she has. It's a constant struggle, being out on a job - have no time to tidy up, socialize, keeping a SAFE distance from those who could be brought any kind of harm. It's unfortunate, for the Sinner craved a closeness like anyone else, scouring dozens of forums &. become somewhat of an obsessed internet dweller to connect with others - perhaps, this is why she abducted the Chief for awhile. Despite there being a hit on them - it was nice to feel a sense of family, someone to welcome her &. clean up the briefly shared apartment.

Those times have since ended - eyes of gold shift from cup to a similar likeness in pupils. Angell smiled.

" Don't think I'd make you do it all alone, either. We'll schedule a day t'do all that, sound good? On a day your off - on a day I'm not out of town. Maybe this weekend? "

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I wish all censorship a very die