#emerie || private starters

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emerie & winnie ( @mcrcki )

emerie studied the other for a moment, head tilting to the side. it had been the wings that had first caught her attention. "you're illyrian." there was no question behind her words - more of a statement as she kept looking at the other. it made her long for her own back - but there was nothing that could be done about that, her father had made sure of that.

[unapxlogeticme]

@deathoccurred closed starter for ansel & emerson continued from here.

"i was ... looking for my brother. i .... emerson my name is emerson." yea blood made him squeamish but he wasn't about to tell this guy that. who ever he was. by now emery should know not to see what's going on when he hears random noises or gun shots. its who he is. he's a very caring person who only wants to check on other human beings. "i didn't mean to invade your private party. i didn't even see anything ... i swear." emery tells the other man, hands being held in the air in surrender. he did see what happened, but he wasn't going to tell the other if he could help it. "i don't want any trouble. i promise i won't tell anyone. just ... don't shoot me. please."

[defygrav1ty]

🌷 starter for @roserotten (azriel).

she'd been mustering up the courage to walk up to the shadowsinger for over a week, leaving a scandalous trail of stolen glances behind on the training ring. if nesta and cassian hadn't been so caught up in eachother's mated scent, they would've noticed it and poked fun at her for it by now. only emerie seemed to realize her inner struggle, but she was kinder with her silence.

don't overthink it, gwyn, just do it. be the rock against which that pretty boy crashes ― that came out wrong, ugh!

shuddering the unexpectedly dirty mantra off her mind, gwyn went to go meet him on the ground, the creak of her leather pants announding her pressence to azriel at exactly the moment the clock striked the end of training. before she knew it, his deep hazelnut eyes were fixed on her with calm curiosity, and her throat immediately dried up. she coughed it back to life, ❝ hey, uhm ― ❞ panic. quiet your mind, gwyn ― ❝ i never got to thank you, with the rite of blood and all, for the private lesson you gave me on the winter solstice. you didn't just help me cut the ribbon, you...also gave me confidence to fight for myself out in the illyrian mountains, before nesta and emerie found me. i couldn't have touched the stone without you. ❞ she confessed, her finger instinctively reaching for the beautiful rose necklace that sat beneath her training clothes. the silence got to heavy for her anxiety to bear, so she quickly changed the subject, ❝ d-do you have a date? for cassian and nesta's ceremony? ❞

[thefivels]

closed starter for @dcsiderata​ !!!

the aching pain at the sole of her feet do not compare to the anticipation that is surging in emery’s chest. the inked pages of nasir’s book are still etched into her mind, the nights that she’d watched the male write in the comfort of his room now just a phantom that had begun to haunt her now that the two were strangers. when her name is called, her attention is drawn back to the bookstore - teeth knawing on her lips before she steps into the private room, anxiety surging once she’s found the silhuette of the male she’s tried so hard to forget. the book that is cradled to her body is now placed on the wooden table, a timid smile glossed on her lips before she speaks. “i’ve always been a huge fan-” her words are full of truth, even in the distance between them. “and i’ve got to say, you’ve truly got me speechless with this book.” 

[fairietale]

STARTER CALL MASTERLIST:

fandomless

gabriel sharp briar sharp freya sharp seraphina cordelia kaswell callista cassidy unknown sierra scarlett arienne jasper zoe avery jemma kingsley kira tatum nora royal kali adrian ophelia river “mitch” mitchell violet darkwell leisel soren dario fallon rowan alessia rose - deluca stella viktoria rose - deluca cassiel margaux sharp zinnia elora azariah zelphar axilia killian noah isaacs vi mara bennett aurelia arwen jase valois margaux valois cassius king elena seren raven zhi anya piper xavier asteria wisteria hali celeste thalia  &  lennox madden zafira edric darian cain gavin “chaos” danvers lilith grace gold kieran nox  /  death azriel eldrin theodore vaughn lana zenovia ripley savage commander cleo arden rothschild natharia kendall constance

the vampire diaries

zarya angelov juliet winters dakota riker joy “jj” jenner

supernatural

emery stone

shadowhunters

blair belmorte henry nolan aiden swift tatiana volkova nathaniel novak

teen wolf

cj o’connor devin holland

buffy the vampire slayer

saige winters

twilight

austin maddox

lost girl

xiomara ruiz

greek mythology

chloe aviva  /  persephone prometheus

crossed out  =  reserved  /  private character no link  =  unfinished character

[robertemeryofficial]

Angsana Velavaru - the Maldives island masquerading as a Steinway

A piano is a bit like a car. You can spend one hundred thousand hard to counterfeit pieces of paper on a Rolls Royce or a Steinway grand piano, or you can spend one thousand on an old Chappell upright or Nissan Sunny. Both should do the job, but both offer the user a very different experience. Holidaying in the Maldives is the same, with the difference that you can usually test drive the car or piano before you give away your hard earned cash. A holiday is a leap of faith, trusting in the myriad of reviews on Trip Advisor and online photos. So after much debate in the Emery household, we decided Angsana Velavaru was the chosen one.

I’ve been to the Maldives three times in the past eight years, and each time I needed something different. The first time I was a Maldives virgin, so I didn’t know what I wanted. The second time I’m told by Mrs E that we were on a ‘Baby Moon’ (and if you don’t know what that is, nor do I…), and this time was our much-needed family holiday with three-year-old Master T.

Most peoples reaction when I mention a toddler visiting this set of 100-or-so islands in the Indian Ocean is ‘what about all that water, isn’t it dangerous?’, ‘there is nothing to do, you’ll all be bored!’ or ‘isn’t the journey to long?’ Yes, the journey is long from London’s ever-glamorous Gatwick airport, but the other two points are just stupid. I’ve yet to meet a toddler who is silly enough to wade into the sea of their own accord and keep walking until their parents finally notice and scream. As for boredom, imagine a place with no cars to be careful of, actually no vehicles whatsoever - so your little one can roam as free as a bird, safe and relaxed. A place where wild Stingrays visit for a little food once in a while. A place where you can walk from your villa, outside in the sand and heat, to breakfast, lunch and dinner, knowing you don’t need to keep quiet in any corridors. A beach which is so empty you don’t need to send a flair to find little Jonny amongst the thousand other sun-tanners. Yes, if you find the right island, the Maldives is the perfect family holiday. My only issue was that Angsana Velavaru was far less than perfect.

A two-week stay (excluding flights) in a Deluxe Beachfront Pool Villa at this five-star resort will set you back around $16,000 (USD). You could own a whole fleet of the wonderful Nissan Sunny for that amount. And sometimes, unfortunately, it felt a similar standard. It was usual for the public washrooms to have no hand towels. The minibar was restocked with the same regularity of the trains in the UK, and the same goes for the toiletries in the villa. You go into a bar or restaurant, and for some reason, the staff only ever gave me a menu; either it seems that a man should order for his wife, or they have not printed enough menus - neither of which are good reasons, especially as we are not in the 19th century. Talking about the bars, you go in as a family, order a bottle of water, and for some reason which I just cannot figure out, the staff never, ever provided Master T with a glass to drink from; and if you order a cocktail expect it to arrive anywhere between 5 and 20 minutes, again a bit like our trains. If you booked an activity, it’s not unusual for the real time of the activity to differ from the one advertised. Book a table in the over-water restaurant Azzurro, and although the food is absolutely delicious, your toddler will have to eat sitting on your lap, as they have a rarity of high-chairs. And be careful, although I’m not anti-smoking, there are no dedicated areas for smokers to enjoy themselves without inflicting their habit onto others; even in the restaurant whilst you’re eating with a three-year-old at your table.

If you are a keen snorkeler like I am, I’d advise you to find another island unless you’re happy to take a daily boat trip; admittedly this isn’t the fault of the resort, but the coral around the island was particularly affected by the bleaching of 2016 and as a result, it looks a little more like an underwater graveyard than a bustin’-with-wildlife underwater oasis. And although the island is nicknamed ‘Turtle Island’ - don’t let this fool you; none of the staff have ever seen a turtle actually nest on the island.

And then there’s the Chinese. Now, I have nothing against one of the most successful races on earth; but as this is an Asian company, and the island is heavily marketed to the Chinese, there are a lot of them on the island. Again, not an issue. But remember the Chinese are culturally different to Westerners. On the first dinner, a waiter apologised to me because of the one set of cutlery laid out, instead of a starter, main, dessert etc. He said, “it’s what the Chinese prefer so that’s what we do”. And if you make the mistake of asking a Chinese member of staff, like I did, for some sugar to sweeten me and my coffee cup, you’ll be given an ashtray.

You may think this illustrious list of bad service means I wouldn’t recommend Angsana, and that I was permanently in the bad books of Mrs E and Master T for choosing this resort, and you’d be totally wrong. We had a fabulous time. The island is stunning, one of the most beautiful places in the world; and the grounds-staff work hard to keep it that way. Despite the service in the restaurant on the water, the service in the buffet restaurant was wonderful (and a name drop to Hathim for that), and the food at both locations was superb. The variety of activities offered were wide and at a reasonable price. The cleanliness of the whole island, something so basic but so important, was flawless, and the accommodation of the 207 sqm Deluxe Beachfront Pool is great; with a garden and pool so private you can sunbathe all day with your tackle out, and no one will attempt to use it for fishing.

As for the free kids club (check the age eligibility; we were told in advance it was three and up, and got to the island to be told four and up!), I have a mixed feeling. It should have been a child’s paradise playground; with the leaflet offering ‘Movie Time’, ‘Story Time’, ‘Sea Life Discovery’, ‘Kiddies Aerobics’, ‘Sand Sculpture Building’, ‘Treasure Hunts’, and even ‘Mini Olympic Games’; sadly none of these things happened. Having said that, the lady who runs this, Tini, has been there many years and Master T liked her very much and did ask to visit quite regularly; so she must have done something right!

"If you want to book this hotel, my advice is to book directly with the resort and contact their reservations manager. The staff are usually happy to match prices and can tailor your package much more; and feel free to mention my name and I'm sure they'll work hard to provide you with extras..."  -- RDCE

Within a week of being on the island, we noticed some big changes happen. Full cutlery services started to appear at dinner. Mrs E was given a menu, and Master T a water glass. Drinks arrived within the time it took me to learn the spelling of Angsana Velavaru, and the activities board has new, accurate timings. Something miraculous was happening, and now I know how they felt on the 25th December in the year naught. New management had been installed, and a new General Manager had been on the job for three days and was already turning things around. This island had been unloved for too long, and now it was like the baby Jesus being born; excitement was in the air and people started to follow their new leader.

I’d easily place a bet that if I’m invited back to visit nine months from now, all of the above will be history, and the elements that’ll shine will be the beauty of the island. The feeling of being looked after and receiving great service won’t be noticed, because it’ll just be there as standard - from the moment you arrive to the moment you leave; like driving a Roller, or playing a Steinway; like all five-star experiences in life should be.

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @excelxior​ featuring emery.

“do you want to go somewhere a little more private?” emery hoped the subtle tilt of her head was enough to imply that she wanted privacy for a reason. the back and forth they’d had going all night had been nice but now she wanted more than words. “i’m sure that we could find... somewhere.” 

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

How many drafts are you stalling with this meme? If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow? What’s your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to role playing? How many ships do you have on this blog? Do you think you’d survive a zombie apocalypse? What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you? What do you think about public call out posts? Thoughts on duplicates following you?

⨳ — munday;

How many drafts are you stalling with this meme?

Eighty-six (eighty-seven if you could this one) Fifty are replies that I owe, four are starters that I owe, and the rest are asks that I owe (prompts and some others things I’m going to work on in a few minutes). 

If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

I would borrow Shane’s ability to tell people like it is and own it. I struggle with that so much. 

What’s your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to role playing?

Rewatching the episodes. I don’t know how many times I’ve rewatched this series. 

How many ships do you have on this blog?

Forty-Four with potential to grow into more. Beth & Noah, Carol & Beta, Carol & Connie, Carol & Daryl & Connie, Carol & Daryl & Rick, Carol & Daryl, Carol & Ezekiel, Carol & Kelly, Carol & Merle, Carol & Negan, Carol & Rick, Charley & Billy, Charley & Emery, Charley & Javier, Charley & Liv, Charley & Merle, Daryl & Beth, Daryl & Bo, Daryl & Bobby, Daryl & Connie, Daryl & Lori, Daryl & Mason, Daryl & Nate, Daryl & Rick, Daryl & Stella, Rick & Alexis, Rick & Bo, Rick & Bobby, Rick & Joanna, Rick & Lori, Rick & Lucille, Rick & Mason, Rick & Michonne, Shane & Alexis, Shane & Alice, Shane & Andrea, Shane & Anya, Shane & Bobby, Shane & Emery, Shane & Izzie, Shane & Kyleigh, Shane & Lori, Shane & Michonne, and Sophia & Carl. 

Do you think you’d survive a zombie apocalypse?

Absolutely not. 

What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

Being horrible to others. 

What do you think about public call out posts?

I honestly think there is no place for them in the rpc. People deserve for things to be handled privately. And as always there are exceptions to this rule, of course, but as a whole, they don’t belong. 

Thoughts on duplicates following you?

I don’t mind duplicates following me. I encourage it as I am a multimuse and would mostly likely like to play opposite a muse that I also play with another of my muses. 

[lcngliive]

emerie & yennefer ( @mischiefxmuses )

in a way, she was glad of how far she was from home - it would make it harder for her family to find her, for her drunk cousin to harass her. but it was isolating, being away from her friends. she'd only just found that in nesta and gwyn and they were nowhere in sight. "is there a way if I can see if people are in this place?" she asked, looking at the other. "someone I know from home is here - but I'm looking for others."

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hwevent16 - the maze

emerie & tamlin ( @wvsteria ) prompt 20 - characters hear the voices of their loved ones calling for help within thick, thorned corn stalks. the further they push in the sharper the plants become and the louder the voices sound

emerie's blood ran cold as she heard the sounds of gwyn and nesta screaming. "gwyn, nesta!" she pushed through the maze, picking up speed as she ran, her heart beating loudly in her chest. she'd been stuck in the maze for cauldron knows how long and she was beginning to panic at hearing them both scream - scream her name. "I'm coming, hang on!" she kept on moving, seeing someone else beside her. "can you hear them? can you hear where the screaming is coming from - I need to find gwyn and nesta-"

[lcngliive]

hwevent16 - the maze

emerie & carrie ( @drvcxrys ) prompt 24 - the maze opens up into a singular open path, going as far as the eye can see. no matter how far characters walk it does not feel like they’ve made any progress on the endless path. attempting to break the stalks forming the path or characters taking some physical harm will reveal the path was an illusion and characters have been walking in place the entire time

"is it just me or does this one path seem to be going on forever?" she asked, brow furrowing. it felt like they had been walking for so long, but everything looked so similar, she couldn't tell if they had moved or not, or how far they had even travelled.

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emerie & morrigan ( @mcrcki )

she was relieved to see a familair face - even if she didn't know morrigan well, she knew the other fae enough to hold a conversation with her. "morrigan," emerie dipped her head slightly at the other. "what is this place?" she asked, turning away from the blonde to look around - it was nothing like windhaven - or velaris for that. "have you seen nesta or gwyn? or anyone else?" she asked.

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emerie & alyssa ( @lcveliess )

"is this place always so strange?" emerie asked, looking at the other beside them. it was strange to her - she had spent her life in one place, until recently with trips to the house of wind and now to this new place. windhaven had been her home for many years, and while it held bad memories, she found herself missing the simplicity of it.

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emerie & america ( @wvsteria )

a huff left her lips as she looked around. she was just used to her small shop - the one that had been her father's, and then training in the house of wind with nesta, gwyn and the other priestesses. but this was all new to her. emerie actually longed for her shop - for the simplicity of things. "what is this place?" she asked, looking at the other.

[lcngliive]

emerie & amren ( @wvsteria )

"it's amren, right?" she recognised the other, but emerie had never met anyone from the inner circle other than mor, cassian and azriel. "I'm emerie, friends with nesta," she'd heard stories about the other - but never really put much thought into what other people had said.

[lcngliive]

hwevent16 - the maze

emerie & anya ( @spellbcok ) prompt 9 - this portion of the maze is full of people except their faces are blank, no eyes, nose or mouth. it feels like they’re staring at you anyway, slowly walking toward you wherever you go

"I don't like this," emerie couldn't actually remember the last time she'd ever felt so unsettled by seeing something like this. she could feel the nonexistent eyes of those people on her. "where are their faces?" she asked, not taking her eyes off them for even a moment. she felt on edge and it wasn't a good feeling - she absolutely hated it.