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THE TREES ARE NOT TREES THE BIRDS ARE NOT BIRDS AND I AM NOT ME BUT JUST SOMETHING THAT HAS BEEN WALKING FOR A VERY LONG TIME. — (ind. original character. written by min.)

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THE TREES ARE NOT TREES THE BIRDS ARE NOT BIRDS AND I AM NOT ME BUT JUST SOMETHING THAT HAS BEEN WALKING FOR A VERY LONG TIME. — (ind. original character. written by min.)
you used to be a genius. ( no. i wasn’t. ) ind. original character. private & affiliated. written by min.
i'm still taking a break here, but i've been attempting to ease back into my writing routines again. i'm currently active on a private blog for another horror oc. if we're mutuals here and you want to write with on my other blog, you can either like this post or send me a message and i'll give you the url.
ellie is still very much alive in my brain and i’m constantly thinking about her, but right now i haven’t regained her voice. i’m hoping that making a new (maybe temporary) blog will help with that, so i’ll be there for now. if we’re mutuals and you’d like to follow me there, you can like my last post i reblogged from my multimuse.

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i’ve been gone way longer than i’d initially planned, so i’m a bit out of practice with writing? but i’m planning on starting a new blog for ada that will probably just be open to a small group until i get into the habit again. if we are currently mutuals here or on my other blog @ creaturedear, you are welcome to ask me for the url! you can just give this post a like and i’ll send you the info when i’m finished with it.
legion, 2x01 | tv quote starters feel free to change pronouns as preferred.
beware of ideas that are not your own.
is he infected?
if you can hear me, i need you to say something.
what are we so afraid of?
what’s the last thing you remember?
huh. you look the same.
i’m sorry if i scared you.
we thought you were dead.
can i kiss you?
he’s looking for something.
god forbid we should have a feeling about it.
do you know what the saddest words are in the english language?
after they come back things are never the same.
a delusion starts like any other idea, as an egg. identical on the outside, perfectly formed. from the shell, you’d never know anything was wrong. it’s what’s inside that matters.
he decided he didn’t want it anymore.
i have no idea what he looks like.
he wears so many masks.
but you know how these things get blown out of proportion.
we’re a superstitious animal, always turning the weather into acts of god.
i’ve been, uh, giving you some breathing room.
you think i’m lying?
they’re eager to talk to you.
and now we are this. the machine that bleeds.
okay, well i’ve been someplace else, and now i’m here.
i can still sense him, still feel him, but right now i think he’s hiding from me.
how do you feel about small spaces?
you make people uncomfortable.
you’re keeping secrets.
so, i’m just wondering how long till you leave again?
if we get lost, we get lost together.
Fruit of Paradise, 1970 (dir. Věra Chytilová)
Når Dyrene Drømmer (When Animals Dream), 2014
Dir. Jonas Alexander Arnby
“Think of your head as an unsafe neighborhood; don’t go there alone.”
— Augusten Burroughs, Dry

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just a thought maybe... towards the last few years of her childhood, (applicable to the later years of main verse but more so in that one au), ellie feels very detached from her own name. the name eleanor ainsworth is very much tied to a mortal identity. at some point, she just starts to view it in a similar way she views her body – it’s detachable, it’s just a shell.
so at the end of what i’ll just call her “human years”, she becomes convinced that it is fully necessary for her to kill eleanor in order to keep going. after setting the forest fire (and then either dying or disappearing, depending on which verse), she is essentially destroying and killing eleanor for good. by the end, she’s sort of just existing as a nameless entity and has given up on trying to pursue a human identity. does this make sense?????
if there’s anytime i go unheard of for more than five days, i’m either on sick leave or trying to catch up on tv shows. there are very few other reasons.
* intrsive.
❝ that doesn’t sound like a very good idea. ❞ in place of a worried frown, or any symbol of doubt, is a crooked grin. her grandmother is in town for her annual visit and has requested to see her later that night for dinner. heart would more than love it if she were to arrive looking less than presentable as a result of what she’s done. why should she be the only one miserable that night? as the saying goes, misery loves company. ❝ let’s do that. ❞
“ i only have good ideas. ” she’s already hanging from the lower tree branches, pulling herself higher with both arms. her shoes have been abandoned somewhere, forgotten. most likely left for dead now with all their gathered mud stains, they’re better off really. “ it’s easier without shoes. my laces always get stuck on things. ”
ellie stops and peers below her feet, waiting for heart to catch up. “ that’s how i broke my arm before. but it could have been worse – i could have snapped my neck and died. ”
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sort of feeling unsatisfied with a lot of my older posts and writing. i think my characterization for ellie has evolved a bit in my head these past few months, so i'm going to drop a lot of threads and maybe set some old posts/replies to private. i'll keep some things but overall i just feel the need to clean up my blog.

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* truthact.
tall stature stays frozen where it is. wild eyed man looks at the young girl with blazed bewilderment as he edges fright. he hates to say that’s what it is , but he’s never been far too good with words. gene swears it every class. barry still remains frozen in place when he swears he’s already gone out of her way like she demanded. these little ones seem to just scream whenever nothing goes their way. it’s beyond him.
❛ well … don’t just come outta nowhere like that ! ❜ he huffs as a nearly shaky hand pressed at the bridge of his nose. this man has seemingly stared death down every barrel , but nothing like that prepared him for feral children. ❛ what the fu ———— wh - ❜ he struggles with his words trying to get something like understanding from this. thenhe realizes it’s late into the night. people like him should be the only ones here. ❛ what’re you like thirteen ? what’re you even doing out here this late? like … that. ❜
growling echoes at the back of her throat. they always want to pry, as it matters at all. quite rude, in fact. but it’s a waste of time to ask, useless to answer. no one’s looking, likely they don’t even realize she’s gone. ellie bird is safe and sound, tucked on the covers like she’s meant to be. she prefers not to ruin the illusion.
“ i’m not supposed to talk to strangers. ” not that she’s ever been one to care for the rules before. but she isn’t worried – now just seems like a good time to start. she carries on without second thought, making sure to shove his side again as she passes.
* truthact.
❛ WHERE DID YOU COME FROM ? ❜ god , not this again. losing that one little girl was enough for him to understand that there are some people out there unlike him , but a huge part of him didn’t seem to believe it.
wild eyed he squinted as if that would give him more of an understanding. there was no one around him and her appearance more than startled him. he might have a heart attack right here and now. ❛ what the fuck ? ❜
an odd sight in suburban terrain, as if she’s been plucked from her own world and misplaced somewhere. the feral child has emerged from hiding to wander back home, trailing the dirt and leaves behind her with each step.
but here is an obstacle centered in the path, greeting her with the most unpleasant sound. an obstacle too big and too loud. her teeth snap instinctively and she tries to shove past. her whole body slams into his side with a violent force, unnatural for something of her size. “ DON’T YELL AT ME! ” she shrieks back even louder while she tries to break past. “ move! ”