#elizanor

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give me your domestic gfs elizanor hcs

i have no idea how long this has been here but *cracks knuckles* you got it, anon

First meeting: 6'9" Eleanor Lamb activates Elizabeth's up-to-now dormant lesbianism so hard she forgets how to form words for a few minutes

Fast friends due to trauma interests in common and an interdimensional roadtrip is almost immediate, which slowly builds up to a romantic relationship as they tour the world(s) together

The domestication begins: they build a cottage, one where Eleanor won't need to duck so much, because from their travels they have found most cottages are small and short, but they want their shared living space to be cozycore. They build it in some idyllic woods or a forest clearing, just somewhere somewhat isolated without it being unsettling or creepy.

Elizabeth by this point has a good hang of her powers where she can pull a Howl's Moving Castle on the cottage doors and windows to just stop out anywhere like it's no big deal; streets of Paris? Relaxing country park? The Attack on Eden Prime? okay maybe not that last one

They think of places to revisit based on both location and date, because if they're both from different places in time and space they might as well travel the same way.

They have so many books. So many books. The "small" study has shelves hidden in hammerspace to store all the books. Why do they need all these books?

Out of the two, Eleanor gets hit the hardest when she falls sick. Her immune system has been screwed over after living in a fish bowl on the ocean floor her whole life, so she gets so much as a cold and she is bedridden for DAYS. Elizabeth's Nurse Nightingale mode gets switched on and she cares for/dotes on Eleanor the whole time. The latter complains about being babied but that's the general misery from being sick talking. (And somewhere under all the sniffling and groaning she feels so happy that someone is caring so much about her wellbeing.)

Unless one of them is busy elsewhere or sick, they tend to cook their meals together. Both of them were raised in circumstances where cooking for themselves never really came up, so it's a bit of them learning this life skill together and a bit of not wanting to leave the other to do all the cooking.

Eleanor visits Tenenbaum sometimes, usually to help with the effort of caring for the Little Sisters that her mother created. Locating their families is relatively easy thanks to the Thinker, it's undoing the mental conditioning that takes a while. Elizabeth offers to help where she can, knowing that this is something personal for Eleanor. Instant travel to drop off the treated girls and then leave without a trace makes the burden a lot easier on Tenenbaum as well.

Elizabeth sometimes wants to visit whatever Booker still survives in the aftermath of everything, but she can't bring herself to ever try and speak with him. If she ever checks on him, it's from afar, watching as Anna DeWitt gets to have a life that Elizabeth Comstock never got to have. Eleanor can see something's bothering Elizabeth when she gets back from wherever she's been, and eventually coaxes her into actually talking about her feelings, which are bittersweet at best.

Elizabeth discovers she's a cat person when Eleanor brings home a scruffy mess of a stray cat that kept following her. As soon as Elizabeth sits down to read the cat is on her lap before the book is open, he has claimed this human.

Eleanor discovers she's a dog person when Elizabeth brings home a stray mutt with the biggest "Can I keep him?" eyes. The dog was a her, and Eleanor quickly understood why people did the babytalk voice with their dogs because she adores this disaster dog.

There is a ladder for the shelves in the study, but Elizabeth always pesters Eleanor to lift her up for a book if the latter's around.

Eleanor gets lazy when it comes to grocery shopping and uses the above against Elizabeth so that she'll just tear a fully stocked fridge into their kitchen. Who wins here? Who knows?

Elizabeth loves dressing the both of them up. She loves making them new outfits to go out in, finding accessories on their adventures, teaching Eleanor about makeup and what to wear for what occassion because they can both leave the house and they will look good doing it dangit.

Eleanor loves to tinker with various gadgets and gizmos, and that might be why she's also taken to art, favouring mixed media and unconventional sculpting and metalworks. It was Elizabeth's idea that they build Eleanor her own shed as a space for her creativity, so the latter had full reign to get messy and come back into the cottage looking like a full-on blacksmith.

They know not to mess with the timelines. They know this. But that doesn't stop them from taking their combined works - Eleanor's art pieces and Elizabeth's paintings - and selling them where they could just to see where they would end up and what little instances of inspiration they caused.

Both of them have nightmares, not on the regular but often enough. Tossing and turning, mumbling in their sleep. Worst-case scenarios are one waking up and accidentally/instinctively pulling something into the room via tear or scourching the ceiling/wall with a fireball. They've learned each other's tells for nightmares and how to help calm the other down. Eleanor found that holding Elizabeth and talking to her in her sleep helps - a book she likes, what they could do in the morning, or just plain nonsense. Elizabeth figured out that ocean noise calmed Eleanor down, and changes the world outside their window to an undersea view until Eleanor stills. It's not a perfect system, they would rather be without the nightmares, but it's something that works in the now.

They're in no rush to get married, as neither really feel that it's something they need in their relationship. They know they're not ready for children yet, or if they'll ever want children. They're happy as they are in the present, with a cottage they built together for the life they built together and the cat and the dog they adopted and the art shed and a library hidden inside of a modest study and doors that can take them wherever and whenever they want. They were lost, but they found each other.

Eleanor has met the Luteces exactly once. She does not like them at all. She has promised them that if they ever show up to interrupt the peaceful life she and Elizabeth have for whatever bullshit quantum entanglement riddle they may want to bring with them, she can and WILL find a way to kill them for good. While the Luteces are certain she won't, the chance of third-degree burns and whatever half-finished art projects being thrown at them full-throttle is definitely not appealling.

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With your rules for biofluff week, where would entries like Elizanor (Elizabeth/Eleanor) fall?

Hi there, and thank you for your interest in our event!

Elizabeth/Eleanor is a little tricky, seeing as Elizabeth is 19 and Eleanor is under 18. Yes, it's not TOO big of an age gap, but it's still enough to make the mods wary, especially since Eleanor's age isn't concrete and certain interpretations could easily make the ship much dodgier.

For this event, we will accept works of Elizabeth/Eleanor, only in scenarios where they're both adults. Thank you for understanding!

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jackabeth is maybe the only kinda healthy ship involving those two characters and its not even canonically possible so why not just gimme a swift kick to the nuts instead

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What ship has more of a chance of becoming canon in 4: Jatlas, Topclair, Jackabeth, or Elizanor.

Stooker

On a serious note, probably a tie between Jackabeth or Topclair. Jackabeth has the whole ending of Burial at Sea with Liz lovingly describing Jack and seeing him in the doors.

If Eleanor’s in 4, she’s most likely getting a girlfriend, but it also most likely won’t be Liz.

Topclair has way more chemistry and interactions, and some of the shit Sinclair is pretty damning evidence that he at least has feelings for Delta. If Eleanor’s in 4, she might make a comment that can confirm or deny it, though. Imagining the official Bioshock twitter tweeting Delta during pride month is kinda fucking surreal, not gonna lie, but would be a really good surreal.

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serious question of serious business

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Elizabeth: Look at how cute these pens are!

Eleanor: Liz, that's gay

Elizabeth: ...Eleanor we've been dating f-

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i'm gonna end up writing my Elizanor fic with both the girls asking for relationship advice from Tenenbaum at some point because they live in a time period where women loving women is not really accepted beyond "gal pals"

and Tenenbaum, asexual and aromantic as she is, just stares like "listen. I am the wrong person to talk to about this. Ask me about something easy, like how to properly vivisect a man's balls for study, idk"

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it has dawned on me that Eleanor and Elizabeth are both around the same ages as Max and Chloe (18-19). my OTP could hop into Arcadia and attend the same school as my OT3.

fic brain activate

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gonna yell this out into the void because i want to revise my playlist but brain not think good and want more thoughts, does anyone have any song suggestions for Elizanor or Amberpricefield feels?

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BioFluff Week 2022, Day 1: Early Mornings

My first entry for @biofluffweek ! So I'm posting this technically on Day 3?? depending on timezone but screw it, I'm participating, here it is! Some soft Elizanor fluff that I hope is good because I haven't written properly for years. SO!

Lost and Found

Characters: Elizabeth Comstock, Eleanor Lamb

Pairing(s): Elizanor (Elizabeth Comstock/Eleanor Lamb)

BioFluff Prompt: Day 1, "Early Mornings"

Summary: Elizabeth and Eleanor have found each other, and spend their days doing whatever they want, together. However, though their pasts are left behind them, there are still the ghosts that linger.

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Elizabeth finds it odd that she's grown so used to Paris. It isn't a bad thing, nor is it that she's getting bored of the sights, the sounds, the smells - she would never get bored of anything on this street especially. Today is so bright and clear, and the light buzz in the air makes Elizabeth almost giddy.  It's just... odd.

For as long as she can remember, she's dreamed of Paris. Of the many, many books in her tower, the ones most worn and read through had been the ones that contained so much as a mention of the city. So many daydreams she‘d had to pass away her time, made all the more enjoyable when she had put them to her canvas.

So many times had those paintings disappeared overnight.

Now she's here . Now she's free to walk its streets, meet its people, browse its markets and venues and try its foods and wear its fashion. And while it's this freedom she absolutely cherishes, she also finds it... mundane? Average? Normal? She's not quite sure which word to put on it. They all make it sound boring, and for all her time spent reading, the right word for it escapes her now.

Maybe it's 'routine'? Maybe, after all, it's what she's doing right now. A morning routine for days when they visited Paris. And the first thing in this routine is a quick favourite - buttery croissants and coffee to go.

The sun is rising slowly in the sky as Parisians slowly and steadily rise themselves. Shopkeeps prepare their storefronts as Elizabeth walks past them, heading straight for one little cafe on the street corner; the best coffee she and Eleanor had ever had.

Pascal spies Elizabeth as she steps into Elise ’s, his hand over the counter and ready to take her thermos as she steps up to the counter. "Bonjour, Elizabeth."

"Bonjour!" She almost sings it back to him, a little loud too. Walking here seems to have that effect on her.

Pascal gives her a warm smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling, as he puts together her order without asking what it is. "Haven't seen you around here in a while. How are you?"

"Amazing! What about yourself?" she asks back in French. (Another reason she will never get bored here is just how much her French has started to flow in everyday chatter.)

"As well as I can be." He carefully picks out croissants from the display and slips each one into a paper bag. "So where’s your friend today?"

"Sleeping in. That's why I came for your coffee, Pascal. I need it to work its magic."

He shakes his head as he checks on said coffee. "From what you've told me, I'm shocked to learn it can raise the dead."

Elizabeth smiles, but she feels just the slightest waver in it. Pascal doesn't see it in time before the smile steadies and she's digging for her purse. "What can I say? It’s one of the few things that can wake Eleanor up."

With a full thermos and a bagged breakfast in hand, Elizabeth sneaks a generous tip into the jar before leaving. But as much of a hurry as she feels she should be in, she still finds distractions along the way. 

A small little flower shop, run by a sweet elderly lady. Mme Bellamy's flower display is exquisite, colours so vibrant and full of life. Elizabeth can't resist the urge to buy a small bouquet of pink roses from the elderly woman, which leads to a brief talk about recent events she's missed, before Elizabeth skips on her way. 

Maybe she doesn't have to hurry - as far as she's tested her limits, it seems she's got as much time as she wants - but there's still that pull to get back home sooner than later.

She cannot, however, resist her second distraction.

Œuvers Distinguées , a bookshop with the mixed scent of old and new books that Elizabeth loves as she helplessly lets her feet walk her inside. The shop owner looks up and waves from where he’s organising one of the bookshelves. “Bonjour, mademoiselle! I was wondering when you’d be back here .”

“Bonjour, monsieur!”

The visit is fairly quick. Elizabeth scans the shelves for anything unfamiliar, when her eyes fall on one book in particular. The Age of Innocence . She's been meaning to read this one for a while. She plucks it from the shelf and steps over to the owner.

"I’m sorry to interrupt you, how much is this one?"

"I'm sorry, cherie, but that has not been written yet."

Elizabeth's head snaps up. A chill rolls down her spine as her words take a moment to catch up. "I... I'm sorry, I don't think I caught that. "

The clerk repeats himself. " That will be 10 F, mademoiselle."

She buys the book nonetheless, but the moment hangs over her as she leaves.

The mood for window browsing is gone, as Elizabeth opts to take a route along the riverside home. She tries to relax, ease her mind by taking in the familiar beauty of Paris around her, the place of her dreams… but instead it keeps going back to the bookshop.

“That has not been written yet.”

She had heard that somewhere in Paris before.

Elizabeth reaches her destination and finds the stairs down to underneath it. Something tells her not to look over the guardrail into the water, and she hastily makes her way to the wall before she can do just that. Curiosity has unsettled her enough today. She takes the knob of the door that manifests on the wall and enters a small foyer. When the door shuts behind her, the sound of the river is gone. She kicks off her shoes and sets them neatly by the door.

The first stop is the study. It’s dimly lit when she walks in, with just the tablelamp on next to Elizabeth’s  reading corner. She pulls out her new book, her eyes lingering on the cover for just a moment, before placing it in her chair and moving on.

In the dining room, there’s already the plates and mugs she’s set up for breakfast. All that’s left is to transfer the food from paper bag to crockery and pour out the coffee. She leaves the bag, the bouquet and thermos on the table. Much as she enjoys her quiet morning rituals, she feels the need to haul her accomplice out of bed before setting things up proper. So, it’s up the stairs she goes.

The bedroom door is exactly as Elizabeth left it, slightly ajar. She pushes it open and peers in to find that Eleanor is also as she left her, soundly asleep in their bed. Elizabeth walks in quietly as she can as she moves to Eleanor’s side of the bed, the soft blue light of the window behind her, and watches the other girl snooze just a little longer. Things had been out of sorts with Eleanor’s sleeping lately. Sudden starts waking her in the night, too withdrawn to talk until the middle of the day when she would apologise and say it was just a bad dream. It was good to see Eleanor having some rest undisturbed.

Then Eleanor begins to stir. Her eyes don’t open, but she mumbles, “You’re staring again.”

“Sorry,” Elizabeth half-laughs, reaching to brush hair from Eleanor’s face. “I know, but it’s nice seeing you so peaceful.”

Eleanor grumbles as she props herself up on her elbow, rubbing at her eyes and looking past Elizabeth to the window. “Might have something to do with that .”

Instead of a sunny day outside their bedroom window, there was instead a view of the deep blue sea. Aquatic life swims by the glass and there’s the sound of whale calls somewhere in the distance.

Elizabeth feels her smile turn sheepish. “You seem to sleep better with this view. Hold on, I’ll change it back.” And with a wave of her hand, the ocean is gone and replaced by a forest and a rose-filled flower box the window sill again. She feels the change spread out around the room and the rest of their home, and Paris and the sea were gone. Reality had shifted back to their private little woodland clearing in the middle of nowhere.

Eleanor sits up properly now and stretches. “You’re up early. You already been out for breakfast then?”

“You know me well.” Elizabeth leans down to give her forehead a light peck. “ Elise ’s, 2008.”

Eleanor feigns an impressed “ooo” and receives a light push on the shoulder for it. “Anything exciting happen on the way?”

“I bought a new book!” Elizabeth sits on top of the covers next to her lover, feeling the excitement as she explains. “The Age of Innocence. I’ve been meaning to read it for a while, and I saw it passing through the bookshop and had to get it!”

“Ah, another one for the shelf. Was that in Finch Books?”

She shakes her head. “ Œuvers Distinguées, and I got to be the first customer of the day!”

Eleanor’s brow furrows a little. “ Œuvers Distinguées ? …Wasn’t that shop the one that burned down?”

There’s a little twist in Elizabeth’s gut. “...What?”

“Mmm,” Eleanor hums, thinking. “We heard from Jeannette that it had burned down when we visited her in-”

“1996,” Elizabeth finishes. She remembers. “R-right. I must have got them mixed up.” She shakes her head. “Anyway, I’ll go get breakfast ready while you get-”

Eleanor gently takes her hand before she can get up. “Liz, are you alright?”

“Fine!” She winces at the pitch of her own voice, and can’t bring herself to look Eleanor in the eye. She settles back down on the bed and fidgets. “I mean, I’m fine. I just… got them mixed up.”

Eleanor doesn’t look convinced. She swings her legs out from under the bed sheets and shuffles up next to her. Even while sitting, she’s a good few inches taller. She takes both of Elizabeth’s hands in hers. “No. Something happened today, didn’t it?”

Elizabeth meets her gaze, looking into her bright blue eyes. They made her think of the ocean. “I…” She sighs. “Do you… you said before, your nightmares… That they don’t feel like they’re yours?”

Eleanor shakes her head. “No, they aren’t. They’re from the ADAM, I'm certain of that.”

“Well…” Elizabeth breaks eye contact, focusing on the patterns in the floorboards. “I’ve been having some moments lately where… where things happen that are familiar , but they’re not . They’re not mine … my memories, that is.”

“Mm-hmm.” She feels Eleanor lightly squeeze her hands. “I definitely know that feeling. But, mine are from ADAM… are yours from… your tears?”

“I don’t know.” She looks back to Eleanor’s face. “It’s not like it’s anything hindering or I don’t- I don’t feel anything wrong.” She shrugs. “I think it’s just from where I’m spread out.”

“Spread out?”

“I'm not sure how to explain it. I’m seeing or… experiencing moments that don’t belong to me, but happened to me somewhere else. Behind another door.” Elizabeth shakes her head. “I don’t know if I just imagined that shop or if I… I made it appear.”

“Without you knowing it?” When Elizabeth shakes her head, she feels Eleanor’s arm move to wrap around the back of her shoulders. “That does sound like something that would shake you up.”

“I wish it didn’t.” Elizabeth leans into her. “For all the things I can do now, I wish I could have more control. When I went in to buy that book, I could have sworn the owner said, ‘That hasn’t been written yet’.” She closes her eyes as though it might help, might bring her the answers she wanted. “Something about that… wherever it’s from, it feels wrong.”

Eleanor hums into her hair, rubbing Elizabeth’s shoulder. 

They stay like that for a while, the sound of birdsong and a gentle wind in the trees coming from outside. Somehow, being together like this helped Elizabeth just forget. Short of following Lutece’s advice on loneliness, she and Eleanor felt like the only two people across a sea of doors who could truly know each other, understand what the other must have been through. It was comforting after their lifetimes of isolation.

Their peace is broken as Eleanor sits upright first. She takes Elizabeth’s shoulders and softly turns her so they can face each other. “Right,” she says, her face bright, “how about you change back into your pyjamas and we have a lazy day? Breakfast in bed, and you can read me your new book.”

“You could just read them yourself, you know.”

“I could , but I love to hear the sound of your voice.”

And in spite of her unease moments ago, Elizabeth laughs and playfully pushes Eleanor away. “Stop!”

Eleanor laughs too, nudging her in return. “I mean it! Come on, you’re always up early. Let’s just relax and have a lay-in, hmm?”

She looks up into Eleanor’s eyes and smiles, really smiles, and says “That sounds perfect.” And she takes her love’s face in her hands and kisses her, slowly, so Eleanor knows how much this means to her - how much she means - before she gets up from the bed and goes back downstairs.

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the elizanor content giving me new life ngl

ajshsjdkkhs thanks anon, i live for other people enjoying the rarepair of smol and tol teenage cult messiahs

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Eleanor: You're a betta character, bitch.

Elizabeth: No, I'm... Wait, did you say 'beta' like secondary or 'betta' like the tropical fish?

Eleanor:

Eleanor: I think you are beautiful, yet dangerous.

Elizabeth: Kiss me.

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one of the things I have gradually realised over time after the brainrot of being constantly online started to fade was how shipping culture always 1) favoured the men and 2) really ignored age differences and every time i remember I was guilty of that too once upon a time i just stare into the void and hear nothing but static because god that is so much regret

so of course one of the things I hated was everyone shipping Elizabeth with men much older than her, like players who were shipping her with Booker before they got to the reveal were knowingly shipping an 18 to 19 year old girl with a man twice her age and the closest to a "flirty" interaction they ever had was just Elizabeth asking if there was a woman in his life. yes i'm aware there are still people who ship them after that reveal but that's a them problem

And Elizabeth never gets older than 19 by the latest instalment in Burial at Sea if you presume she went hunting for Bookerstock ASAP, so then you had people shipping her with Atlas because people have that thing about shipping women with the men who hold them prisoner and/or torture them as their big meaningful interactions (see early Zu/tara and Rey/lo), and then you have them shipping her with Jack despite them having never interacted, Jack having no personality or character by design because he's an insert for the player, and where biologically and mentally Jack is in his mid-20s.

BioShock is kind of a wasteland when it comes to fandom shipping as it is because you have to go really deep into headcanon or just flat out ignore key interactions and canonical relationships and events, and I think with how fandom portrayed Elizabeth and shipping her most of the time it felt telling of the attitude of shipping women with anyone in general, because in just having to have Elizabeth be romantically involved with someone it was usually a man who was much older than her.

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I must now perform my demonic ritual for new BioShock game news at the Game Awards, I'll either succeed or I'll have a door to hell in my toilet. Wish me luck.

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working overtime to catch up on biofluff day 1 AND finish biofluff day 2 and aaaaaahhhhh i haven't written in ages so this is exhausting but no backing out

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screw it, there's something that's got me curious so may as well;