#▓▓▓┆♚ ˖° ❛ EMILY : in character

[erobret]

@spectergeuse

SKELETAL FILANGES DANCED ACROSS THE KEYS as she hummed a sweet melody to herself . she had long accepted her death but decided against working towards the soul train . she was content --- dare say even happy --- in the afterlife . yes , it was sad to come to terms with all who she knew being long gone but she had eventually seen them come and pass through .

a form out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and hands ceased their movement and went to fold in her lap as she looked up . she instantly recognized the suit and hair . ❝ oh ! mister juice ! it's so good to see you . ❞

[angelsandemons]

♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character? Let's say Bill, Sera, and Blitzø.

For Bill: Overall, yes. I don't think any of us understood quite the depth of just how fucked up he was until The Book of Bill, but overall, I've seen a surprising bit of nuance about Bill over the years.

For Sera: Kinda mixed. The few actual roleplayers I've seen tackle her do seem to understand her, but I've seen a little too much fanon content that portrays her as this Corrupt™ character that is going to throw Pentious out of Heaven, or worse, throw Emily out of Heaven (as if that happening at all is not obviously one of her worst fears). I've also seen some people act like they hate here because she thinks she's better than everyone else...NOT SHE DOESN'T!!! I'm really not here for the Mother Gothel interpretation of her, she does not read that way to me at ALL.

For Blitzø: Shockingly, yes! Despite what I expected after "The Full Moon" and "Apology Tour," the majority of the takes I've seen are good and accurate ones!

[pemberleyhq]

♚ → did I finally choose my first character? why yes, I did! a quick cut to add some suspense...

⚜ ASHER PRASAD ‣ THIRTY ‣ DEV PATEL ‣ STAFF ⚜

‣ OCCUPATION: shakespearean scholar / actor

‣ PEMBERLEY FAKE NAME/TITLE: lord henry, viscount of asher

‣ 2-3 AESTHETICS: scattered books and coffee-stained mugs on a wooden desk; the silence of an dark empty theater before a show opens; two am adventures downtown on a wednesday when most of the world is sleeping

( emily, twenty six, female, pst )

[ia-ad]

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Things are changing in the world and with magic returning to the realm of mankind, other things start changing as well...

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[erobret]

Stop I'm sobbing

[erobret]

@arachnaemboss

A HEAVY SIGH LEFT PLUMP LIPS as chin rested in skeletal palm . hues looked down at the ground . she was lost in her thoughts , thinking back to the days of warm skin and beating hearts and lungs full of fresh air . it had been so long now she was forgetting the fine details . what did her bedroom look like ? did her mother have a beauty mark under her lip or was it by her eye ? was her father left handed or right ?

what she never could forget was the sharp , cold bite of the steel through her gut under that old oak tree on that dark foggy night at a quarter to three ----- she straightens , shaking her head to rid herself of that memory .

[erobret]

I cry for her

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Once upon a time a group of people decided to build a school. A school as huge as their magic could muster. With boundaries and spells to protect everyone inside. Children of sworn enemies would be joined here. For the first and maybe the last time in their existence they would learn of the other sides. They would interact with each other and live and laugh and hate. Like they were all the same.

The world shakes in fear at the mention of the apocalypse but little do they know; the apocalypse has started a long time ago already…

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All we ask is a love for writing, a basic knowledge of the English language and the motivation to become superior.

                                                  It is time for you to come home.

[erobret]

SHE WATCHES HIM MOVE FORWARD , coming closer to her . her smile remained , soft and sincere . still , bones brushed along the ivory keys . her gaze softens as he speaks , loving how carefree he always was . eyes lifted to the ceiling , imagining the living world far above --- or was it around ? it was like they were in a sort of little pocket in the world ; so vast yet so small .

❝ i must say that i am a bit envious , beetlejuice . . . ❞ again she spoke his name , unafraid of saying it as many were . she quite liked the name . it was as unique as he was . so lively and unabashedly himself . ❝ able to see how the world is . . . up there . there are times where i try to remember what the moons looks like and the image escapes me . ❞

smile faltered when that man is mentioned . shoulders slump and if she had working lungs she'd give a great sigh . ❝ he has ways of seeking me out though i have requested that he not . i do not wish to see him . . . he's so cruel . . . ❞ as in life --- him dying did nothing to change that . she was still angry and yet . . . he was dead . technically she was avenged , but now she was still stuck having to see him and hat sneer upon his face .

gaze falls to her bare finger . the one where a golden band once rested . she rubs at the bare bone , remembering . ❝ have you ever been married ? ❞

hearing his name is a thrill, every time, regardless of who says it. both his curse and his ego at work. but he'll never get tired of emily's formalities, her specific brand of kindness. she says his name and it feels like an offering more than a sacrifice. he beams in a way that feels unfamiliar, less manic and more appreciative. as she updates him, however casually, however vaguely, bj strides in, leans onto the upright piano from the other side, looking over it to the bride. he isn't too keen on emotions as a whole that don't benefit him, but he can clock when someone is feeling down. she will share if she is ready. he doesn't find pushing, in this case, to be beneficial, for her, for him, or for the bit.

❝ oh, i've been here, i've been there. ❞ he likes to play it cool, but there's the distinct smell of earth and mortality on him that says he's been upstairs for a little longer than usual. ❝ visiting old friends, making a few new ones, an unsuccessful resurrection or two... ❞ a wave of the hand to fill in the blanks. he wants to look cool, too, after all; can't let her know he's been unsuccessful in being brought back at least a dozen times since last halloween. ❝ any more run-ins with that bastard ex of yours ? ❞ easy to change the subject, easy to deflect. he puts his chin in his hands, props himself up to look on at her, knowing its a sore spot for just about everyone down here but needing to, for once, not talk about himself.

[erobret]

HAND HOVERED OVER LIPS AS SHE GAVE A CHUCKLE . he was always so funny , making her smile in her most melancholic states . he always managed to appear when she was saddened by moments of the past . though she was content in her afterlife there were times she'd run into . . . that man . . . the one who ended her life in her mother's beautiful wedding dress . he was still around , unable to pass on due to --- well --- due to his personality and ego really .

❝ oh , but of course . my apologies beetlejuice . ❞ it always slipped off her tongue --- whether calling him mister or sir . old habits of etiquette drilled into every fiber of her being . she didn't have to be that way around him .

she smiled at him with her primrose lips whilst fleshy digits slid over the silent keys . not playing , but rather simply feelings the smoothness of them . ❝ i've been well . ❞ comes her answer , though her eyes could not meet his now . in truth , she has felt a bit lonely --- watching souls pass through . some stay longer than others but she finds it hard . she gets attached so easily . it's hard to make a friend then watch them move on when she finds herself unable ( or perhaps unwilling ) to do the same .

oh but she doesn't want to burden him with her sorrows . ❝ how have you been ? it feels as though it's been ages since i last saw you . ❞

the music is what draws him through the empty bar, recognizable only for the fact that he's heard this song practiced and played before. he knows just whose at those keys before he even sees the bride, and if he had a heart, he knew it'd be soft for her. it's why he stays just a step or two back, leans against the doorway of the little back room, gives her space. she is content, and he is not sent to get her. he is just passing through.

the sound cuts suddenly - he has been caught. he tilts his head toward her in greeting when she looks up at him. ❝ ' mister juice ' ? ❞ beetlejuice repeats, but there's no malice in it. amusement is light in his cadence, bright on his earth-worn features. ❝ please - mister juice was my father. ❞ but the punchline is a grin. if there is anyone to get away with calling him that, it'd be her. ❝ good to see you too, emmy. ❞ and if there's anyone who would ever shorten her name so endearingly, it'd be him. he pushes off from the doorway, meanders in, casual and cool but with a slight gait that gives away his happiness to see her, too. ❝ been a minute. how's the afterlife treatin' ya ? ❞ conversation just for conversation's sake. he wouldn't have it any other way, with her.