#stt elliott

[gracklekeyer2000]

Art Drop!

Yooooo sorry I've been kinda on hiatus lately my internet connection is like total dogshit rn. Hopefully gonna get started on fixing that tomorrow.

anyways I've been making some art on my phone while I was gone! feast!

Bonus arts that are not stt related!

[justreadertings]

Elia and Elliott 2

So I may or may not be making a habit of writing fanfiction for fanfiction. I just can’t help it! I love Ms @morganofthewildfire​ ‘s Same Time Thursday just too much! Aelin and Rowan are SJM’s characters, but our leading ladies are all Morgan’s. This is not only a gift, but also a desperate plea for more STT lol. More notes at the end. Also this is my first time actually posting writing to my account, so if it’s a little funky, I apologize. Pls enjoy :))) 

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“Lottie, I really need my brush, can I just come in for a minute?” There wasn’t a response from the other side of the bathroom door, only music turned louder. Elia huffed. She was being perfectly reasonable. “Elliott.” Her knock turned more aggressive.

“Whoever is pounding that door, quit it!” Elia ignored her littlest brother, who talked exactly like their father instead of the little kid he was.

The music turned even louder. Great. Elia frowned and put her ear against the door. It was hard to block out the sounds of- wait, was that Folklore? Elliott never listened to Elia’s music, she said listening to sad Taylor Swift always made her feel guilty for reasons she couldn’t explain. Elia pressed her ear even closer to the door, listened hard- and then she heard it. 

Deciding it was worth the risk of her sister killing her for intruding, Elia popped the lock on the door and eased it open. And, just like she thought, there was Elliott, crying.

Elliott was brushing her hair and sobbing simultaneously in the mirror, her long blonde and blue hair reaching nearly her back. Her eyeliner that extended far beyond the corner of her eyes was smudged- but she paid it no heed- just continued crying and brushing. 

Elia just reached over to the speaker to turn down “This Is Me Trying”. Jesus. Elia swallowed, easing the door closed, and hopped up on the counter. 

“Hey,” she said, softly. 

Elliott just heaved another heavy sob. “Hey.”

Elia’s eyebrows were nearly to her hairline. This was spooky. Sometimes she forgot her sister had… human emotions. “What’s goin on?”

Her sister just cried some more. Elia was wondering if she should just go get their dad. But when she slowly slid off the counter, Elliott caught her wrist. “Don’t get mom and dad.”

Worry now turned into slight panic. What the hell was going on?

Elia only nodded, even as her insides were panicking. She just tucked a piece of blue hair behind her ears, deciding now was not the time to ask for her little snake earrings back. “Why not? What’s going on?”

Elliott shook her head, blubbering. Finally, she admitted, “Tara broke up with me.” Which resulted in another round of tears.

Elia was frozen. She rubbed her kingsflame tattoo on the inside of her wrist, her nervous habit. She had met Tara like… three times. Elliott had never mentioned them dating. It must’ve been a recent development.

“And now I have to go to this stupid party beacause I promised Jason I would, and him and Alex have this whole thing and I don’t want to be a crappy friend but she’s gonna be there and it’s gonna be so awful.” Elia only listened with wide eyes as Elliott sobbed it out. It seemed she’d really been keeping it in. “And everyone knows we broke up because she has her whole thing with Sophie and it’s going to be absolutely humiliating. And I have a headache now and I’m gonna look terrible and I’m not even going to have fun with Abby before she leaves for college next week.” 

Elia tilted her head, brushing her fingers through Elliott’s hair. She knew her sister. Knew that if she was this upset she needed a healthy balance of jokes and comfort hidden with actual advice to aid her in the moment. 

“Do you absolutely have to go to this party?”

“Yes.”

“When is the party?”

“Seven.”

Elia’s eyes flitted to the clock. “It’s six twenty now, so we’re in good shape. You don’t want to be there on the dot, right?”

“Yeah.”

Elia nodded. “Ok, well then here’s the plan.”

“Plan?”

Elia nodded again, grabbing Elliott’s shoulders. “First, we are going to change out of these clothes. While we’re doing that, your face will cool down and be less puffy so we can reapply your eyeliner. You’re also going to take an excedrin for your headache and drink an entire glass of water. When did you last eat?”

“I had leftover pancakes at like… noon.”

“Ok, well then I’ll also grab something small and manageable. You got a stomach ache?”

Elliott nodded. Pressed her fingers together. “Little one.”

“Right. Ok, so while we find you a new outfit, and that medicine is kicking in, you’re gonna tell me about this party. Who’s there, what’s the general vibe. Good guys and bad guys type of thing. Then, I’m gonna do the braid thing in your hair because you are going to this party, and you’re going to look super hot, and Tara’s gonna suck it. Do you understand me?”

Elliott’s face was all puffy and red, and she seemed to only believe her a little bit. Still, relief swept through Elia swiftly when Elliott saluted her. “Sir yes sir.”

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“It’s like ninety degrees out, you should’ve been wearing a long sleeved shirt anyway,” Elia told her. She handed her a granola bar. “Don’t get crumbs on my bed,” Elia warned her, beginning to dig through her drawers.

“Ah! Found it!” Elliott was very lucky she was on her day off, because Elia had the perfect top. She handed her a crocheted, lacy kind of bra, kind of tank top thing that tied around the neck and back. “Wear this. With your ripped jeans.”

Elliott took it from her with hesitation. “Really? You love this top.”

It was true. Elia did love that top. She wore it with her orange velvet seventies pants that made her ass look amazing, and with her mom’s pretty pearl earrings. It was one of her favorite outfits. And she knew that the top was basically magic, which was pretty much exactly what Elliott needed right about now. 

“Take the top, Lottie.” She smiled, but then pointed an accusing finger at her. “But if you get something on it, I will kill you.”

“Duly noted.”

Elia smiled again. She passed her mirror, catching a glimpse of them both in her room, and noticed again how different they seemed. For starters, Elia was in her pink pajama shorts with stars on them, with her favorite sleep shirt that had little suns and daisies on it. It said: It’s easy being green. Her red hair hung around near her waist, with a sparkly headband keeping it pulled out of her face. Her sister’s hair was almost just as long, but it was blonde with blue streaks and she had her bangs pulled to either side of her face with tiny little clips. Her sister seemed super cool, while arguably still a little sad and teary eyed. But Elia knew their faces were very similar. That they both had their mother’s features- anyone would know they were the Whitethorn Sisters.

“So what’s this party’s deal anyway?” 

Elliott rolled her eyes, turning to change her outfit as Elia rifled through her pins and hair ties. “I don’t know. It was Frankie’s idea, so…”

“Oh. So is this like,” Elia cringed, trying to find a way to phrase it. “Like a fun party?”

Elliott threw her a look over her shoulder. “What? No. I just said Jason’s going to be there.”

“Jason doesn’t have to partake in the fun to still be at the party,” Elia pointed out.

“He would never go to a party where there’s drinks. Have you met him? Why do you think it’s a fun party anyway?”

Elia made a face. “It’s Frankie.”

A sigh. “Yeah, I see your point. But to answer your question- no. It’s just gonna be… us hanging out.”

Elia cringed. “Sounds… awkward.”

“No shit.” Elliott finally came over to the vanity. “You’re right,” she said after a minute. “This is a magic top.”

Elia smiled. “I told you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

Elia pulled her fingers through a bit of Elliott’s hair. She pushed on her little sister’s shoulders to make her sit, even if she had about an inch on her. Elia was just glad she was a bit taller than their mom. Both Eden and Emerson were going to be taller than her, and Elliott’s heights had always beaten her’s on the kitchen wall when they’d been little. Elliott had never really done well with “losing”. 

Which was exactly why it was Elia’s mission to make it so Elliott won. Against Tara. She wasn’t all too familiar with the whole “getting back at exes” thing herself, but she’d always been really good at it with her friends. And, despite only recognizing about three of the people’s names her sister mentioned who were attending this party, Elia was sure her sister was going to be the coolest one there. Or so help her god.

“Clips?” Elliott handed them to her as she loosened her bangs and began braiding along her head to make a crown. They worked in amicable silence, her braiding and Elliott handing her the clips to pin it. Once Elia was done, she squeezed her bare shoulders, resting her chin on them to look in the mirror.

“There,” she said. “So pretty.”

Elliott gave her half of a smile. After a moment, she said, “thanks. Really.”

Elia gave her a great, smacking kiss on the cheek. “No problem,” she said, cheery.

“Ugh!” Elliott pushed her off, wiping her cheek. 

Elia just smiled. “You’re gonna kick this party’s ass.”

“I’m going to kick this party’s ass,” Elliott repeated. 

“Uh uh. Not enough venom.” Elia spun the chair so Elliott was looking right at her. “You’re Elliott freaking Whitethorn. The same girl who cyberbullied a junior when she wasn’t even a freshman yet because he wouldn’t stop hitting on me. What did you say to him again?”

Now, Elliott gave her a full, wicked smile that was so very their mother’s. “I said he had crippling can’t get laid disease.”

Elia knew that story- Elliott told it all the time. She knew that it always brought out that smile and confidence. “You’re going to kick this party’s ass.”

“I’m gonna kick this party’s ass!”

“Girls.” They both turned to the door, where their mother stood, hands on her hips. “Language. Please.”

Elia frowned, but Elliott poked her head around and told her, matter-of-factly, “But mom, I do need to kick this party’s ass.”

They had never known their mother to not give into her curiosity. “Why’s that?”

Hook. Line. Sinker.

“Tara broke my stupid little heart. So I’m going to be the hottest one there and ignore her.” Elliott waved her hand. “Or at least, that’s Lia’s plan.”

Elia knew that the information was news to her mom, too. She’d spent long enough gossiping with her to know her mom’s faces, and that one said, we’ll talk later, to her. Elia gave a slight nod. “That’s quite the plan. How very vengeful of you, sweetheart.”

Elia shrugged. “Thought it would be good.”

“Better than the crying,” Elliott said, flippintly. 

Their mother’s eyes assessed her youngest daughter's face, then both of them. Elia could see her calculating all of it. She knew the second Elliott was out that door, she was getting the Aelin and Rowan Third Degree. They were very good detectives. 

“Yes well, you look lovely. Jason driving you home?”

Before Elliott could answer, Elia said, “She’s taking Henrietta.”

Her mom lifted a brow. “Really?”

Elliott caught her eye for a second, and Elia just shrugged. “Yup,” Elliott said.

“Ok, honey. Your car, your rules.” She pointed at Elliott. “Be safe. Have fun.” She peered around the corner, to where Elia assumed was her brothers’ room. When she found them closed, she said, albeit a bit quieter, “And kick that party’s ass. If you must.”

Elliott saluted her. “Will do.”

Their mother gave them one last look, then shot one at Elia, and was on her way. Elliott turned in her chair, her eyebrows high. “I’m taking Henrietta?” 

“Tara’s the one who got on you about the lack of driving, right?” Elliott nodded. “Give her something else to regret.”

Elliott smiled. “I like it when you’re vengeful.”

“Well, enjoy it now. It’s a rare occurrence.”

“Tell me about it,” Elliott mumbled.

Elia pinched her arm. “Do you want the keys or not?”

“Keys! Keys!”

Elia frowned, but fished them out of her little shell dish by her door. Before handing them off, she warned, “Do anything to my baby, and I’ll skin you.” Elliott’s eyes widened. “Oh, and she needs gas.”

Elliott rolled her eyes and took the keys. “Will do.”

She looked at the time. “Time to go.”

A worried look came back into Elliott’s eyes. “You don’t think I should just chicken out, right?”

“Ugh, don’t be lame.”

Elliott hit her arm. “Hey!”

“What?” Elia dodged another whack. “I was doing my best you impression. Tough love. Plus,” she pulled at the Magic Top, “You have magic on your side.”

Elliott nodded. Took a few deep breaths. “Ok. I’ve got this.”

“You got this.”

“Magic top. Car keys. Hot body.”

“You got this.”

Elia smiled as Elliott crossed the threshold of the door, on her merry way. Her smile was interrupted by an extremely quick kiss to her cheek. 

“Thanks Lia!” Elliott called as she ran down the stairs.

Elia ran to the banister. “Kick that party’s ass!” She reminded with a grin.

“Language!” Her papa yelled from somewhere downstairs. 

Elliott turned one more time in the open doorway to pause and give her a thumbs up.

Elia only waved bye. Unexpected, quick tears came to her eyes after her sister left. She only wiped them, and made her way to the kitchen, preparing for the third degree from her parents. 

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Ok, so there it is :) I just love these girls so much! And, some Magee Trivia- the story of Elliott cyberbullying a creepy guy before she was even a freshman may or may not be directly taken from events in my life. Just sister things, I suppose.

[morganofthewildfire]

ok so its around 5 am now and i was unable to sleep, so as the document says, enjoy some literal fanfiction FOR your fanfiction!! (hopefully this link works, let me know if it doesn't and I'll send it ur way)

https://docs.google.com/document/d/16XMaPs9JrYU4-jiNpS6kbdG-5BYDshQVPdXW5AfIF3M/edit?usp=drivesdk

MAGEE!! OH MY GOSH! I honestly don't even know what to say 😭 I loved it so freaking much, I've read it about four times already.

I can't believe you would do this, this is so awesome of you, just thank you so much 😭

that's actually how I view them to be too, that's exactly how i picture their personalities and their relationship and it's just agh! 😍

I love the way you portrayed Elia's insecurities and her difficulty trying to deal with the truth of where she came from, even that momentary thought where she wanted to be just like Elliott. I feel like that's so accurate to how she would feel after knowing the truth.

their rooms are perfect, you even brought back the dog toy! 🥺

I just adore literally everything about this and I don't know how to express it properly, but this just means so much to me. thank you ❤️

do you mind if i link this onto the masterlist for stt?

[key86godwin-blog]

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[gracklekeyer2000]

blorbos in my screenshots: part one

poor harv

[morganofthewildfire]

saw u were having a bad day, and honestly, so I am, and I think we've both discovered headcanons are the way to cure them. so here they are

STT aelin, rowan, and elia, in my mind, absolutly have matching tattoos that they get on Elias 18ths birthday, where she says it doesn't even sting, rowan just shrugs it off, and aelin says it's more painful than childbirth. they probably get the kingsflame flower or something the three of them love

Elias younger siblings argue that they should get a tattoo with mom and dad too, rowan tells them to wait until their 18th birthday, and aelin whacks him for promising more tattoo pains on her body lol

and speaking of Elias younger siblings, I think that she is absolutly fascinated with them when they are born... to say she loves babies is probably an understatement, I feel like with her gentle soul, she would love the innocence of her baby siblings

this prob has to do with the fact that rowan and aelin definitly include her in all of the pregnancy, and I get the feeling that elia is the "that's my baby" type of kid

I think when elia is like,, 15 or 16 she tries to dye her hair blonde. and it doesn't go great for mannnnyyyy reasons. the first being that it doesn't even turn out that blonde, the second being that she insists that she just wanted to try something "different" to everyone, and that aelin never stopped them from expressing themselves before- I can hear it now

"you didn't stop Elliott from dyeing her hair pink this summer!"

"those were highlights so that she could look like a mermaid!"

her and aelin really get into it about this whole blonde thing. rowan keeps trying to be mediator- he normally is between his daughters and his wife- but he can't get a straight answer out of either of them. why elia actually did it, why aelin cares so much

it comes to the shock of everyone that elia actually tells Elliott why she went blonde. I can see them sitting in Elliotts room and elia finally telling her that she really did want a change. but that she probably should have picked something a bit more fun, that she actually would have preferred being mermaids together. that she did it because she was sick of wondering if her red hair made her look like him, that she wondered if when aelin saw her with that red hair, she sometimes thought of him. that she wanted to see if she would look more like aelin, more like a Whitethorn, if she were blonde.

Elliott, all things considered, was very nice about it. and she said being mermaids would be way more fun than overthinking hair. elia was comforted.

until she finds out Elliott told rowan about their whole conversation and elia threatens to kill her

after rowan and aelin talk to elia about it, and everyone is understanding about it all, the parents are actually happy to hear their two pink and purple headed daughters scream at each other across the hall of their bedrooms... because that meant everything was back to normal

Morgan, every time I do one of theses i get more and more obsessed with the STT children. I would read (or write, that's right, and fanfiction for fanfiction, how very meta) anything about these girls, i love them so much, i want a whole Elia novella I swear

have I told you how much I love you 😭

I swear, i wrote the fic but your headcanons are better than anything I could come up with, they're just so accurate! And so amazing and so special to me ❤️

I love the idea of them getting matching tattoos, I feel like Elia would seek any connection possible to Aelin and Rowan, especially Rowan, so she would definitely push for them doing this.

The connection between Elia and her hair is definitely something I feel like is a recurring issue for her. Her hair marks her as something separate, as something apart from her siblings and her parents, so it would add to some sort of identity crisis, and I could totally see her trying to dye her hair.

I also love how you write Elia and Eliott's relationship 🥺 because they'd definitely be super close, and I do think Elia would turn to her sometimes when she has those emotions about things she doesn't want to share with Aelin and Rowan. But of course Eliott would be concerned about her sister, so she'd go tell their parents, just to make sure she's okay. ❤️

you are absolutely spot on with everything, and now I really want to be good at art so i can draw fanart of them with matching tattoos 😂 🥺