#c. eli

[full-tiltboogiearc]

— @autumnwritcs // liked for a starter // based of this

"...hey, don't mention it. That guy was an asshole," Eli said, facing forward, cigarette dangling from his lips. A bruised rib and a black eye isn't anything new to him. In fact, he'd come away with much worse after roughhousing with his best friends.

("You wanna press charges?" the police officer asked him, eyes darting between him and Soap. His brother-type. And you fought a lot with your brothers.

"Nah, he don't got shit anyway," Eli snickered.)

He glanced over his shoulder briefly at the other, his purple eye a lot more visible now under the porch light. "I'm glad you're okay."

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @dmpled (Eli)

She wasn't on a warpath, at least that's what she would say if anyone asked. No, this wasn't a warpath, it was justice. Justice for what they stole from her, for what they stole from her family , from the love of her life, for what they did to Riley. The OEA needed to be held responsible and even though she had only just barely started healing from her fight with Laine she was itching for another. To show them that she wasn't scared of them, that she could and would fight until each and every last one of them knew just who they were messing with. She remembered the last words of that rogue, the second the full moon had gone down and the sun had begun to rise, 'the OEA sends their regards'. It played over and over in her head since the day she took her first breath of air when she returned. It had been ingrained into the front most part of her brain and she hadn't been set on this path, wouldn't have sought out a fight so recklessly until she had seen what they had done to Riley, to her fellow Crescent Gertrude. Now there would be hell to pay and the second the flaming locks of red hair came into view it was all over, the flames lit within her irises and before she could stop herself she was moving forward, purposefully stepping into the other's path. "Well, well, guess Laine didn't send my message on after all," Lorelai mused lowly. "When are you people going to realize that you're not going to win, hmm? That this whole 'war' you guys have started isn't going to end in your favor?"

[mutatedangels-a]

@mere-lullaby // eli x sirena

It's not until you're outside when you fully grasp the size of a fire, its towering flames consuming all inside it and contaminating all around it with smoke and ash. When you're outside you might feel that panic set in; that fear that the fire will eat everything and leave nothing behind. But while you're in the throes of it, the size of it doesn't matter much to you—if at all. All you can think of—and all Eli could think of—is how to get in, how to get out, and how to save as many lives as possible in the in-between.

As Eli escorted the remaining survivors (an amalgam of doctors in lab coats, assistants, regular civilians) out of the basement level of the large corporation, he focused on that. Counting how many passed through and out of the building out loud, one by one. Listening closely to the radio in case there were any reports of other survivors on other floors of the humongous lab.

You can't ever save them all, his old fire chief once told him. You can only save who you see or hear. And so all of his years doing this, Eli trained his eyes and ears to the best of their ability, because if he could save them all, he very well would.

"That's the last of 'em, captain," called his second-in-command, Ramirez, as he walked past him, leveraging a survivor on his shoulder. The woman was covered in soot and coughing, barely conscious.

"Alright, bring her out to the paramedics!" Eli exclaimed. He surveyed the basement—at least, what he could see of it—one more time. Broken glass was all over the floor. He followed the trail of it with its eyes, waiting for a glint. A shift. Any sign of life.

There was nothing.

-

After almost seven hours ablaze, all that was left of the laboratory was a skeleton. And that was being generous. The fire crew was disbanding, tens of thousands of gallons of water having been used to put out the fire. Somehow, they did it. It always felt impossible until it was done.

"Alright. Good work, Patterson. Ndumu. Santiago. Taylor, go home to your wife and baby safe, you hear me?"

Eli sat on the hood of his truck, which he'd driven out here a little bit ago once the fire was mostly put out. He knew he would have to stay back and wait for the FBI to come through and do further investigation. Catching a ride with the fire engine and other trucks meant making everybody else wait up when they, too, were tired. So he stayed back with Ramirez, who would help him file some of the paperwork.

Ramirez was in his own car, taking a nap.

Eli looked out at the lab, its sign dangling from the top floor. He looked at the whole scene, taking a deep breath. It was quiet now; everyone had gone home. What filled him and the space around him was dread. When the FBI came, there was a chance they could find survivors. Lives unsaved. And he hated that feeling.

Far away, he noticed something. A reflection on the broken glass he'd seen earlier. Then, the tips of someone's fingers. Someone had passed out in the distance. Brows furrowed, he checked for Ramirez one more time, contemplating briefly whether or not he should wake the other up. Deciding against it, Eli hopped off of his truck and walked toward the flesh he'd seen, a fire blanket in hand.

After a few minutes of treading through debris, he found... a girl. Laying in a bed of broken glass, seemingly unconscious, but breathing. Where were her clothes? He crouched down, feeling for a pulse. Maybe she would wake up.

[bowlofpeaches]

@blndsided //

It used to be Skip's.

An M21 sniper rifle with a slightly nicked scope and worn-out leather sling that they'd been meaning to change right before all this shit went down. The only reason the old thing was clean was because Eli was running out of things to do up in this watchtower all by himself, and cleaning that goddamn gun was the next best thing on his list if he couldn't replace its strap.

He hadn't reached for it in a few hours and he thought that was a pretty damn good record. It wasn't like he picked it up all the time with every intent to shoot it, either. He used it as a telescope when he was trying to get the finer details of the forest that surrounded him in the post he'd been isolated in. When Skip head out of the tower all those nights ago (how many was it, now?), he accidentally took Eli's bag, and that bag held the high powered binoculars specific to Deadwood Peak Lookout—the Vortex, no. 3, marked as the third pair assigned to the third outpost within a 200-mile radius of the woods.

But now, he reached for it with his finger on the trigger, eyes fixed at the door. The rifle was just as strong close range even if it wasn't meant for that sort of thing. And it had more bullets than the GLOCK 9 he kept in a tin box under the bed. That one had one left for the one last thing Eli would do.

So he kept it pointed at the door, that goddamn door that also needed to be fixed. Anybody could've broken past the damn thing in all this time, but no one had tried until now. Hell, he wasn't even sure the person he thought he saw on the ground would try. This could all just be some fever dream sans peyote. Eli wasn't sure what he'd rather it be: His first encounter with a human since Skip left exactly 28 days ago, or some fucked up psychosis. He could barely swallow as he waited.

[whenweopenwerered]

🫢 ( BESTMAN/MAID OF HONOR )  (Eli!)

@oceansbride

“You are such a little minx, you know that?” Eli teased in between feverish kisses with the siren, his hands reaching for her waist and hoisting her up on the bathroom counter. Outside, dance music boomed, and the only reason he felt comfortable enough to sneak away with Sirena was because nobody would notice past the noise. That, and he was a bit buzzed, too. Your best friend only ever got married once (or so he’d hoped), and Eli felt like this was a sort of honorary celebration for the happy couple as well.

He brought his kisses down from her mouth to her jawline to her collarbones, which had been exposed all the goddamn day thanks to her gorgeous bridesmaid’s dress. “Have I told you yet how beautiful you look?” But it was more of a rhetorical question, since he’d told her quite often today. He wrapped his arms around her waist and dared to start leaving a hickey on the crook of her neck, savoring in her sweet perfume.

[callmewhenyougetthis-a]

@wintcrstcrfall // eli x ??

When you get used to it, doin' it for a long time, you can tell the difference between racoons in a goddamn tree and when there's real trouble. But until you get used to it... you'd better hope it's just raccoons.

His old buddy Reese's words echoed in his ear, waking him up from his nap. "Fuck," Eli cussed out under his breath, reorienting himself. He'd fallen asleep on post, his feet propped up on a table and numb ass in a chair. The magazine he'd been reading had fallen on the floor, curling in on itself from all those times he'd used it to kill a bug.

To tell time when you were in the watchtower, you had a few options; you had a watch on, a clock on the wall, and the sun's position. Most of the time, the sun's position was enough for him to go off of, and it typically beat the other time-telling apparatuses. In this case, the sun was beginning to sink low in the sky, mandarin-orange horizon hitting him right between the eyes.

As if his dream had manifested it, he'd heard a noise down below. In his immediate eyesight, there were only trees; one of them shuffled. He furrowed his brows and stood up, looking down at the ground from his window. There was a woman there.

He mumbled something, then grabbed his hat and coffee, dragging his boots down from his watchtower. "Miss," he called out to her, "You alright?" She might've been trespassing, soul-searching, whatever it was. But the national park was closing soon, and this area of it—where his watchtower was—was among the desolate corners of the perimeter. She might've been lost.

[a-dream-seeking-light]

kaminosekkei : No. 479: Red Cyber. model: @grimes

[littlekhada]

hey gang i got shadowbanned! figuring out how did that happen and what to do about it

for now, eli i drew with a thing i made out of a wooden chopstick (on the right)

[alienrascal]

I forgot i had this but here's my stink of a man. His design is everywhere rn but this seems like the design that's sticking after 4 years!

[accidental-spice]

"And while Cinderella and her prince did live happily ever after, the point, gentleman, is that they lived."

@monthly-challenge 2024 | Day 13: Shoe

The story of Cinderella, told from the point of view of seven different retellings (four books, two movies, and one completely made up story that someone should totally write lol)

[full-tiltboogiearc]

@c-louise liked for a starter // eli x louise

"...So, uh, how you doing these days? Are you doin' alright?" Eli asked, finally, after being almost finished with his pho.

He'd done enough small talk with her to feel like this was a good time to ask—lay it out on the table, literally and figuratively. This was her third time coming over in the week so far, and it was—his gaze snapped to the calendar—only Thursday. Not that he was complaining—he loved her cooking and it saved him a trip to the bodega—but he couldn't help but pick on the possibility that she needed some company for something specific. He'd had a little bit of sensitivity training at the fire station but he wasn't sure it was enough to give an accurate temperature of Louise's mood. Better to ask.

[silusvesuius]

what two nice kids i wonder what they'll be like once they grow up

[mutatedangels-a]

@blndsided // eli x abigail

"Hey. You're botherin' her." Eli's voice cut through the chatter at the bar, his presence as towering as he was as he leaned his arm against the wooden surface. He tilted his head at the gentleman (using that term loosely) in front of him, a scummy-looking greaseball who'd spent the last five minutes talking off the nice blonde bartender's ear. Against her will. He looked at her with a smile. "He's bothering you, isn't he?"

And he wasn't stupid. Eli could tell when a bartender was listening genuinely and when they were trying to get somebody off their back. The guy, who'd put on way too much goddamn gel in his hair, protested. "Who are you, the goddamn bouncer?"

Eli laughed dryly at this. "No, man, I'm worse than the goddamn bouncer. Now." He cleared his throat and kept his demeanor relatively casual despite his menacing words.

"Just grab your drink and walk on over to your little friends while you still can and leave this girl alone. Alright?"

[cicada-candy]

"Is that always what your face looked like? Are You Certain?"

this FOUGHT me the whole way through and halfway i realised it has completely derailed from my original idea but w/e i still think it looks cool lol

Alt Ver. w/o text:

and a version without the metal coz Im nor sure if im happy with it lol

Y'all come onto my post!! infecting me with your existential body horror ideas!!! The Audacity!!! /lh

[femmegina]

eli really said man my daughter needs a playmate and bestie and bodyguard guess i'll make an intelligent android about it. is he an engineer?? do we ever learn what his specialties are?? d0g's parts are cannibalized from combine machines (though alyx is the one who adds onto his design so he's probably made of a lot of cool junk she found) is his AI also basically like a jailbroken synth?? never realized that like obviously eli must have some engineering background bc of his work on d0g and the gravity gun... always assumed he was a physicist like gordon and maybe he still is he's just also good with schematics and working on the Machines that do things

[callmewhenyougetthis-a]

@autumnwritcs // elisha x ??

"Well, if it ain't the little twerp," Eli shot from across the bar, usually stoic face for once spreading into a big, goofy grin when he caught sight of the younger woman. He tended to avoid these functions—especially weddings, like the one he was at tonight—'cause god damn, could they get annoying. People left and right asking you what you've been up to or if you were single, as if those were the only things that your life could've amounted to in all this time. But he'd stumbled upon her out of all people, and there was some glory in that. "What happened to you orderin' Shirley Temples, asking for extra cherries on top 'cause you thought you was doin' something fancy?" he asked, taking a swig of his beer.

"Now you got some alcohol and you think you're big."