#a feather in a hurricane | emmy pierce

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@destructiivity replied to this so here’s a starter

emmy and cian had been sat in this coffee shop for a good while now. she was currently nursing her third refill, drinking it black, only a safe choice at small local shops like this one, and picking at her second pastry of the afternoon. this was one of her favorite shops, a good place to go to relax, write or people watch, and decent service as well. they were in emmy’s usual corner now, just secluded enough that you didn’t have to be noticed if you didn’t want to, but you could still see the whole shop. there were two comfy chairs, full of little cushions, in that corner and each of them were sat in one. emmy’s knees were pulled up to her chest as she listened to cian. they had spent the afternoon chatting, their first real talk outside of work, nothing too in depth, just the casual early meeting kind of polite questions, and then they got into books. that was what really took up their time; the books. which ones were their favorites, least favorites, overrated, underrated, genres, how much have you written. that’s how they got into it, her book. “it’s my first novel,” she told him honestly, taking a dainty sip from her cup. “i mean obviously my first published novel, but also just my first fiction, period. i never thought i would write fiction,” she gave a little chuckle, brushing a strand of loose hair away from her face. another beat of silence. “it’s hardly fiction though. a lot of that stuff actually happened. not all of it, obviously, but most. some of it was kinda embellished, or made more mystical,” she shrugged. “fun, poetic, whatever,” she offered in replacement of the last word she used, not sure if it was exactly right. “but the stuff with my parents, wanting to runaway,” she gave a sad sort of smile. “well, i did runaway, but that part wasn’t like the book, it was only for a week and my dad knew where i was. he would have sent the cops after me if he didn’t,” she gave another half chuckle, rolling her eyes along with it, humorless. “the stuff about finally finding a home with them was real, at least.” she didn’t mention leo, the ending of her book, him dying, her powers. not now, not yet. for now he could think that was all still fiction. 

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school for the strange group verse starter for @emborn

For the most part, Emmy loved school. It was only going back to her dorm after classes that she dreaded. Well, that and meals. She decidedly was not going to sit with Naomi and their other friends anymore. This was about as close to a confrontation as she thought she could get, and God help her if Naomi approached her first about her avoidance. For now, she just needed to find someone else to sit with. That was when she spotted Rain Mars. She knew the blonde from classes. She was one of the less controlled kids, one who didn’t have a roommate, and there were strange rumors that went around about her. This was perhaps the reason Emmy hadn’t hung around her any sooner. Rain was the type of person Naomi would want Emmy to get close to, to try to read, find some kind of gossip to harass her about. But Rain seemed sweet, and it wasn’t something Emmy was really interested in. Now that she and Naomi weren’t friends anymore, though, technically, she could be friends with whoever she wanted. And getting to know Rain as a friend, rather than a foe, would be an added sort of revenge on her ex-best friend. So she approached the small blonde, who was sitting alone, picking at her own food, and sat her tray down. “Is anyone sitting here?” she asked of one of the empty chairs at the table. 

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@destructiivity | plotted!

Everyone had been telling Emmy for years now that she would be a writer inevitably, a fact she hadn’t ever believed. She had only ever been able to write non-fiction before, and was sure she was destined for a life of mediocre journalism. She had always loved fiction, of course, and she wanted to be a novelist, but she could never get her ideas to transfer down on paper correctly. That was until Misfit Manor. It wasn’t a happy tale by any means, even in its conception, and Emmy had spent a fair amount of the days spent writing it also in tears, but it had been a labor of love, and it was, after all, a full fledged novel. It had been Leo’s mother’s idea to send it out to publishers. Emmy, as always, had underestimated herself and expected to be turned down by every one. She actually heard back from a few. A couple fell through, but this one seemed to be working out. She was at a meeting at one of the publishing houses that had been considering her. 

As always, social interactions left Emmy a little frazzled. This one considerably more so, since apparently they had loved her book and actually wanted to buy it. Even after months of her friends telling her this was going to work out, the fact that she had actually just sold a novel was incredibly nerve-wracking. She was still looking back at the man behind the desk as she exited his office, smiling, thanking him for maybe the thousandth time for even considering publishing her novel. The door was swinging shut behind her as she seemed to hit a wall, only the wall gave away slightly, and wasn’t a wall at all, it was a person. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” the words tumbled out of her mouth as she attempted to right both herself and the stranger. “That is so my bad, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

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almost midnight! (for emmy and idk what kind of relationship nor do i care just here have the thing)

from here | not accepting

Emmy had never invited a guest to a Misfit party before, opting generally to stay alone, or rather alone-ish after Leo, and feeling wrong bringing someone new into their space, even if it was just a friend. But when Cian confessed to her that he was planning on ringing in the New Year alone, she invited him to the party anyway, knowing it was exactly the kind of thing Leo would have done in her position. 

Initially, she thought it might be awkward, but Cian was getting along with the rest of the group well. When she thought about it, it made a lot of sense. He was so much like her, of course her friends would take kindly to him, and be more than willing to bring him into their group. After all, bringing people together was just what they did. 

As midnight grew closer though, a certain tension built. She found herself wondering if her friends thought she brought Cian as a date, if they would be expecting her to kiss him at midnight, if he would expecting her to kiss him at midnight, if she wanted to kiss him at midnight, if her friends would be upset if she kissed him at midnight. It had been years at this point since she’d kissed anyone, and she still hadn’t kissed anyone other than Leo, so she wasn’t quite sure if it was something she was ready for. 

Still, she drew closer to him as midnight came closer, clicking her glass of champagne against hers as midnight finally struck. “Happy New Year,” she told him, with a grin before pressing a kiss gently to his cheek, the closest she could bring herself to holding up the tradition. 

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school for the strange group verse starter for @diiagnose

The library was Emmy’s favorite place at the School. Though, similar to most things at the School, the library wasn’t exactly like a library. Something similar, but Stranger, as to be expected. There were rows and rows and books but there were also areas where people tended to practice their milder powers. There were rules, of course, about things like fire powers not being allowed, but for the most part telekinesis was alright, assuming you didn’t knock over any shelves. She’d decided to kill time in here, waiting for dinner, not wanting to go back to her dorm quite yet. She’d grown tired of reading, something that happened lately, perhaps because she was restless and spent so much more time reading now than she had in the past year. So she’d taken to levitating her books midair, just to tune the fine motor skills of her power. Levitating something as small as a book was practically a parlor trick at this point, one she’d mastered at age seven. It was then that she felt someone’s eyes on her, she could hear little nervous, scattered thoughts, though none of them coherent enough for her to read exactly, and her book dropped as she whipped her head around to see who was approaching. It was an older boy, Arden, she thought his name was, standing nearby, and she just watched up waiting to see what he wanted, attempting feebly to read it off of him, but she couldn’t get anything more than his anxiety. 

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school for the strange group verse starter for @spxrkledeyes

Emmy was used to hearing fragments of individual thoughts. Unless she was really focusing, she couldn’t generally hear full sentences or even coherent words. Sometimes not even distinct voices. But this time she heard something specific. It was a girl’s voice, but Emmy was completely alone, she was sure of it, and the voice wasn’t above a whisper so she was sure it was thoughts she was hearing, not spoken words. The girl was worried, very worried, and upset too, about her powers. Emmy started down the hall glancing into rooms trying to find the body the thoughts belonged to. She, the girl, she was trying to control her powers, but she couldn’t. Someone might get hurt. The thoughts got louder as she got closer, growing to a distinct, anxious and out loud sound. She saw the blonde then, clearly anxious, clearly losing control. She recognized the girl, Lacey, she was pretty sure, from class. “Lacey?” she asked aloud as she got closer, careful not to reach out and touch her. “Are you okay?”

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fatal flaw quiz

you got: your compassion

Bottom line: you’re TOO NICE, and this will inevitably spell out your doom. You might meet your end by sacrificing yourself to save another, or—even more likely—you’ll happen across some individuals of questionable character who will take advantage of your niceness and lead you to ruin. Either way, it’s not looking good. You need to be meaner. Maybe scream at a small child or leave a bad tip at a restaurant or something, I don’t know. I’m trying to save you, okay?

tagged by: @destructiivity

tagging: @diiagnose, @hurtpeoplearelethal, @highoninfinities, and anyone else who wants to!

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( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic (Dylan @ whoever you want tbh)

from here

( ✉ → dylan ) i’m sorry 

( ✉ → dylan ) i’m trying

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( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

from here

( ✉ → cian ) how is it that every message you ever send me brings a smile to my face?

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It’s a Saturday morning and Emmy’s main focus is to get down to the local coffee shop for a fresh cup of hot, black coffee and set to work on her writing. This is her usual Saturday morning routine anyway, one that just about everyone around her has grown used to. When she walks into the shop the barista greets her by name, asking how her week has been while pouring her coffee. Emmy chatters with the shop’s employees, leaving her money for the coffee on the counter, exact change, before turning around to find her usual spot and take her seat. Only there’s someone in her usual chair, someone unfamiliar, someone she doesn’t know. It’s fine, there’s another, open chair next to him and Emmy just takes that one instead, sliding into it and pulling her journal out of her bag. “Hello,” she greets him softly as she sits, giving him a friendly smile.