#emilia 001.

[sidthorne]

who: @emiliamcdden

where: street fair, concert

The shitty thing about being a giant had always been finding clothes that fit right. That and the neck and back problems from slouching and looking down so much. There were a lot of benefits, however. Intimidation, being able to see over everyone the majority of the time, and reaching things in high places. It made it easy to stand in the back of concerts and still see the show without the added anxiety of people touching him or boxing him in. He hadn't noticed the person that moved around him until he looked down and saw her, seemingly hiding from something. "Uh, can I help you with something?" Sid turned to see if there was some sort of incoming attack or something that he should know about.

[lottieramirez]

There was a dull ache throbbing at Lottie's temples. The night before ran late, into the early morning hours. A few friends had come around during closing and they'd spent hours catching up while splitting a couple bottles. Lottie was paying for it that morning but it was getting better. What she really needed was some caffeine. A tall cold brew, whatever flavor was in season was her usual order. She walked into the Daily Drip, sunglasses still on which may not have been the best idea. Not more than two steps into the shop and she'd collided with someone.

"Shit, sorry," they both seemed to apologize at the same time which made Lottie chuckle. "Hey, Emilia," she greeted her back, pulling off her sunglasses and hooking them into the front of her shirt. "You don't need to get me a coffee, but I definitely have time to talk. Go on and grab a spot, I'll go get a drink." She moved toward the counter and greeted the familiar barista, put in her order, and waited for her drink. Once the nectar of the gods was procured, she moved to the table to meet up with the other woman. "Alright, sunshine," she sighed as she sat down. "What can I do you for?"

— who: @lottieramirez — where: The Daily Drip

They knew her at the Daily Drip, and Emilia was both flattered that they had her order rung up by the time she walked in the door and a little mortified that that meant her brand new coffee maker sitting on her counter was gathering dust. But no one else made a White Chocolate Hazelnut latte quite the same way as Brenda down at the Daily Drip, so Emmy would have an internal battle about if she should sell the almost like new machine on Facebook Marketplace later. For now she grabbed her coffee and went to sit down, practically running into another guest. “Jesus, sorry.” She said, hand immediately covering the lid to her coffee to make sure it didn’t spill all over the poor person Emilia just decided to barrel over. “Not paying attention, y’know the drill.” She said, brown eyes glancing up and spotting Lottie. Oh. Perfect. Emilia had actually been looking for the owner of the Tin Roof the other day. “Lottie! Hi!” She greeted. Relieved smile on her face as she made sure that no, she didn’t just attack the other woman with her coffee. “I was actually hoping to talk to you if you have a second? I can buy your coffee if you haven't gotten it yet?”

[porcelcinarchived]

⊰   𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 , eyes blinking in confusion with a heart only awaiting disappointment . she’d seen her so many times in her dreams, cried for her name only to be pulled back by the cruelty of reality . this time, it wouldn’t be different . she’d shout her name or stare long enough until the figure resembling her dear friend would vanish the same way she did back then . “ emilia .” her name escaped inés lips hesitantly, almost unwilling to be spoken aloud as if her mind refused to acknowledge her presence in fear of remembering her again . allowing grief to preserve . “ emilia , is that you ? ” she said again, one last time before she’d try to forget her again. 

𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @monarhrh ( emilia )

[alondraxnarvaez]

[ @emiramos ]

Alondra noticed the woman from behind first as she was standing over at the sign up sheets. There was a period around the beginning of the season when most people signed up, but they kept one out just in case - sometimes a younger kid got inspired or a parent finally deemed their child old enough to start looking at skating or hockey as a potential sport and Alondra never wanted to discourage them or tell them they had to wait to get started.

"Hello there, can I help with anything?" she asked as she approached the woman. "You can sign anyone up and then we can agree on a time when they come in and check everything out, see how they do on the ice and where to start with them and then we can go from--" the woman was so familiar and it took Alondra a moment to recognize-- "Emilia?!" Her eyes went wide. "Is that really you? You're back?"

[goldsainz]

# DR3 — MASTERLIST !

001. ONE-SHOT !

✦ safe haven.

category : fluff-comfort

002. SOCIAL MEDIA !

✦ they broke up?

face claim : taylor russell

✦ the met gala.

face claim : dua lipa

✦ special guest.

face claim : florence pugh

✦ guess who's back?

face claim : emilia mernes

✦ my little love.

face claim : phoebe tonkin

✦ august. part two.

face claim : hande erçel

003. SERIES !

✦ valentine’s day.

NAVIGATION !

GENERAL MASTERLIST !

© 2024 all rights reserved — goldsainz.

[babyitsmagic]

"i guess it worked out for us both. glad someone else decided to fuck a witch, 'cause there's a different option where we did meet, but my family is the asshole kind of hunter and we had beef." they loathe the idea of that. "i hope so. we've got so much shit in his library and he's been working on digitizing it, so he knows it like... ridiculously well. probably better than anyone else in the family."

“i’m counting it as lucky for us, because if they hadn’t decided on that absolutely unhinged life plan, we might have never met and i’m much happier knowing you.” incredibly cheesy, but true all the same. “tomorrow is perfect. this is, like, actually amazing. if you guys have something, it might crack this fucker wide open.”

[voteoakes]

task 001 ! *// 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞

dominic has never been particularly decisive about (anything?) the places he lives. he lived in a dorm at a boarding school long before he had opinions about the matter, his random-lottery roommate assignment just so happened to be dipped in gold, and his apartment is paid for, the final say belonging to, his parents. no place has ever, truly belonged to him, but this two-bedroom with @saxifraged comes close.

⋆ the bedroom was simple to arrange. aileen and his mother came to a tidy conclusion: the sports memorabilia she wanted out of her house would have a place in italy, as long as it was kept in frames, on shelves, and with pennants cleanly pressed. on move-in day, dom simply held the hammer while the women he loved most instructed and directed, upholding a silent agreement as they put together the image of their shared interest - dom. the gallery wall they arranged consists of shadow boxes of the lanyards worn by season-pass holders to the capitals, too nostalgic to toss; printed photos of his high-school rowing team; and the map of his first marathon run, accented with the assorted medal or two draped precisely to toe the line between juvenile and prideful. ⋆ his desk sees the most use, often strewn with sticky-notes in a dozen shades and notes on the whiteboard calendar above, tacked with polaroid pictures, movie tickets, flyers. he doesn't keep much, too accustomed to a divided life, but paper trash that previously lived in his wallet now has a properly devoted shrine. while chan could never help in this particular arena, dom is a great studier, and by effect, probably spends most of his time here. ⋆ the rest of the apartment, as far as he's concerned, is emilia's to dictate. if she texted him an amazon link, he bought it. bookcase, art print, tv stand - no questions asked. she knew better than him, this was doubtless, but he also considers it his attempt at making theirs a fair trade. they cook together, but em always leaves him leftovers. they share chores, but em always cleans up before they have the club over. em dusts in places dom didn't know could gather dust, keeps the frames straight, chills his drinking glasses after class, and charges his watch when he accidentally abandons it on the kitchen counters. the least he can do in return is take up a very minimal space in the shower organizer. if, one day, there is a way to return the good fortune he received with emilia medina from batesville, indiana, he will.

[capitclkarma]

"just how it's supposed to be," they said as they slid gracefully into the seat next to her. "don't you always save it on the off-chance that i'll be here? push and shove anyone who tries to sit there." their fingers fiddled with a chipped piece of paint at the edge of the bar, digging a deeper and deeper hole into the knock-off wood. "vodka soda. actually a double vodka soda. extra, extra, extra lime." they spoke to both their friend and the bartender. "drowning your sorrows today? little timmy wipe his sticky fingers on your apron?"

date : november first, around 9pm

location : redstone bar

for : open starter

" THIS SEAT'S OPEN, " she calls to someone, after taking a few heartbeats to watch the person standing struggle with finding a place at the bar to sit. the pub was surprisingly busy considering the news ; when emilia had headed towards the redstone bar after her shift at the diner, she thought for sure she'd be the only one here. as it was, she wasn't sure why she had to work a diner shift today anyway—shouldn't the murder of a townsperson, i don't know, mean some kind of town-wide day off ? but it was for the best, because if the diner closed, then the bar surely would be... and right now the only thing keeping her sane was the drink in her hand. her second of the past forty or so minutes. knocking the remains of her drink back, she motions to call over a bartender. " c'mon, what are you having ? it's kinda depressing drinking alone. " and right now, red creek was nothing if not depressing.

[emiliamaterazzigordon]

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⠀ᕁ Tal como nunca fue, antigüedades ; 001

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤ ㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤ‎ㅤㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ‎ㅤㅤ ‎⠀⠀⠀⠀❚ 𓂅 𝐃 𝐈 𝐒 𝐂 𝐋 𝐀 𝐈 𝐌 𝐄 𝐑 ̲｡ˊ˗⠀

⠀˒ ＃◞ 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 ; En esta cuenta encontrarás diversos tipos de rol, drables y demás. Uno que otro será +18 o tocará temas sensibles. ⠀⠀

˒ ＃◞ Something 2.0 ; Emilia tiene el don de ver, escuchar y comunicarse con los fantasmas

[grayscollins]

Hearing his own words relayed back to him, Grayson could only wince slightly at the sappy worded. Then he chuckled sheepishly before shrugging. "I guess in a way that's bit of a strong way to put it isn't it?" He began. "But sometimes, it just feels like a swelling balloon that I can't pop, no matter how I try to articulate it. I've never felt that before." He admitted before turning over to another wall to survey even more arrangements. When the woman's question landed, his mind turned into further mush, blanking at the simplest question. He knew the colors, he was sure of it, but the answer sat at the tip of his tongue. As for allergies? "I...I don't think we've ever come across the topic of potential allergies."

Buying flowers was something that Emilia did weekly, she loved having fresh flowers in her house so once a week she treated herself to a couple of bouquets to decorate the house with. Her workspace was also decorated but that was with plants, flowers died too quick. She turned when she heard a voice, smiling at the man who was being very polite to get her attention. Her eyebrow raised as he rambled on, a soft smile spreading across her face as he spoke about who he was attempting to buy flowers from. "The greatest love of your life?" she questioned. "I'm not sure flowers can convey everything you are wanting to stay, but they can certainly help." She paused, looking at the ones he had been surveying, "what kind of colours do they like? And any allergies?"

[pomeqraniqht]

@musesblue​ -- inspired by this plot that made me gasp and was like ‘this is it!’

--

Emilia wasn’t even aware she’d been hit at first. Truly she didn’t feel it, shock and adrenaline can do that. But when his fist collided with her fair skin she’d been knocked down. A kick or two to the ribs and then grabbed by the hair. She blacked out when he’d punched her again and she begged him not to. The photographer had a knack for falling for the wrong one, for falling in love with people she couldn’t save or fix. A therapist would tell her it all goes back to her father but truthfully it was the mother that got her into this mess. But those were tales for another time. When Emilia had come to, he’d been gone and he had locked the door from the outside. But she knew how to get out, she wasn’t an idiot. All because she’d come here to break up with him. This was the first and last time he would ever hit her. So when she escaped down the fire route, the rusty old ladder a safety hazard led to her freedom. She ran to her home, locked the place up and that was when she called him. Aleksander. 

She wasn’t sure what she’d said on the phone, she’d been hysterical because this was the first time anyone had ever placed a hand on her. Her cheek had a cut, her eye was bruised, her ribs held bootprint impressions, and she just looked rough with her make-up smeared along her face. They used to be best-friend’s until he put a stop to it. She kept in contact but it was nothing like it once was. She jumped when the tall man knocked at the door. He assured her it was him and even though she heard his voice she picked up a nearby photo frame just incase. For her own safety. Seeing the towering male a sob broke from her and that was what led them to the current situation. 

She was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, the first-aid kit open on the island counter and she was still crying quietly. She hadn’t said much as he bandaged her and wiped her tears. Blood trickled from her words, especially the cut on her lower lip. He’d said something but she didn’t acknowledge it at first, zoning in on the alcohol pads but then in the gentlest touch she had felt in a long time, hazel eyes were brought to focus on his own. The question made her heart skip a beat and even though she shouldn’t she suddenly felt incredibly safe and...and.. “Christopher.” She whispers softly, the cruel name. “He...he just..” Her nostrils flared with her tears and another sob left her. “I’m such an idiot.” She leaned into his touch. “I shouldn’t have gone alone.”

[steph-anand]

[ @artsyacosta​ ]

Steph was supposed to be helping out, she promised Ren she would, but he was off somewhere dealing with something Inn related (really, she wasn’t paying that much attention, he could handle it) and Emilia was here and this was the best time to do their lanterns. What else was she supposed to do, send Emmy away?

They were sitting by one of the tables on the terace of the cafe, looking out to the ocean, the town bustling almost as if it was still full of tourists, except today was all about the porties and their fun and celebrations. Their wishes and hopes.

It was exciting, as always.

Steph had her legs crossed under herself, the tip of her tongue sticking out as she tried to focus on the little mermaid doodle she wanted to do, but somehow it just didn’t look like it was supposed to. She knew what she wanted to draw in her head, but her hands just couldn’t follow through. She let out a loud, dramatic sigh and looked over at her friend. “Em. Emmy, darling, how do you draw mermaids pretty? That’s all I want to do and my hand is failing me.”

She stretched herself, peering over to Emilia’s side of the table, her lantern. “How is your lantern going so far? Did you decide on a theme yet?”

[wileyfoxwrites]

@moonlightstarlightwrites​

Who: Matthias and Emilia Where: Matthias’ Room

“You know I kind of hate you right now, right?” He tore his eyes away from the screen front of them to give Mia an exaggerated sigh while Twilight played in front of them. Somehow she had convinced him to read the books and now she’d worn him down with all the requests to watch the movies. He wasn’t sure why he’d given in after refusing for so long. Maybe it was the pouting or maybe it was how lonely he had seemed lately but either way he was watching a movie that made him cringe. “The face he just made when he like...smelled her I guess? Yea, that face, who makes faces like that?” He leaned back against the edge of his bed as he sat on the floor and shook his head as he looked at the screen again. “Why do you like these so much? I’m genuinely curious.”

[prideofmomoas]

hang on. that looks like my wifey over there. holy shit. that is my wifey! WIFEY! wow. i was blinded for a minute, i didn’t think i’d see your beautiful face again so soon. where have you been hiding away?

@the-emilia-clarke​

[virtuesuncounted]

Midas could almost feel the nervousness radiate off her, but he kept his gaze fixed on Emilia, watching her as she glanced around. He didn't really care if anyone saw them or noticed what was going on – he'd been caught doing much worse, but the anticipation he could see on Emilia's face was exciting, to say the least. He kept his hand still until she spoke again, and taking it as a cue, he slipped two fingers under her dress, softly moving them up her thigh and towards her groin until his thumb was close enough to caress right next to her mound. "Anthropology. Do you like studying human behavior?" he asked, leaning forward even more until he was close enough to just whisper. "Learning what makes people tick and move the way they do?" His ever-present smug grin nearly turned into a gleeful smirk when he could feel her shiver at his touch, but he was going to drag this out as long as he could.

Emilia had thought at first that Midas had just brushed her knee on accident but then his fingers lingers. She had tried to brush it off as her just being all in her head. Emilia had always been a bit innocent when it came to advancing made towards her, most of it had went over her head. Not that would had mattered, Em had strict views in things in her life. Sure college had slowly began to push this views, she had started drinking a little, and for the first time a month ago she had even tried a couple drugs with her friends. Though the one thing she hadn’t put herself in was the position of being alone with a man here. The worst part was that they weren’t alone at all. There had been plenty of people around them that was now being drowned out by her thoughts.

She wouldn’t call the man a complete stranger. She had seen him around these parties, they had a couple of mutual friends, but she certainly didn’t know anything about him but his name. With a thick swallow she tried to focus on what he had said. A strange sensation tingled through her body when he had called her a smart girl. When his hand had stopped at the edge of the dress she had quickly glanced down at his large fingers on her thigh and she had began to feel nervous. What if someone had saw them? What would they think? Though he didn’t see to care, he felt pretty confident in them being discreet. Then she looked around her to see if anyone was even paying attention but most people seemed caught up in their own drunken haze or conversations.”Antho-“ she stammered out, “Anthropology”

[huntercrawfcrd]

@miaadley

After he arrived in Russia, the night before had been the first time he'd spoken to his mother. Although the video chat had been freezing the frames constantly, Hunter could still understand her message with clarity: she wanted him to work on his social skills, and she didn't want to have to take drastic measures to ensure it would happen. Hunter didn't wish to think about what measures those could be.

It was how he ended up in the crowded garden, trying to pick from one of the crafts to do. He went through each one of the activities without having any interest in any. "Pumpkin carving it is," he spoke to himself as he tried to choose one of the pumpkins they left nearby for that purpose. He reached for it at the same time as someone else. He was quick to withdraw his hands. "You can have that," he shrugged, not particularly attached to the vegetable.