#emma: threads

[emmycox]

starter aberto na vogue stars of the year.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ah, eu conheço um lugar!” emma anunciou com uma determinação quase divertida, já assumindo a liderança enquanto o puxava pelo braço. guiou os dois pelo salão iluminado, desviando com naturalidade de grupos animados e olhares curiosos. assim que muse mencionou ter algo importante a dizer, mas reclamou da quantidade de ouvidos ao redor, ela não perdeu tempo - depois eu te falo é uma frase que emma simplesmente não consegue suportar. passos apressados os levaram até uma área próxima à piscina, onde o som da festa se tornava apenas um eco distante, e o jardim ao redor criava um refúgio acolhedor. “pronto, aqui ninguém vai ouvir,” afirmou com confiança, virando-se para muse. “só euzinha mesmo!” a risada leve que escapou logo em seguida entregava o entusiasmo dela. deu uma olhada rápida ao redor, como se quisesse garantir que estavam mesmo sozinhos, antes de cruzar os braços e inclinar levemente a cabeça. o brilho nos olhos deixava claro o quanto ela estava investida naquela conversa, ansiosa para saber o que muse tinha a dizer. “então… o que você queria falar?” perguntou, a voz cheia de expectativa enquanto encarava muse com toda a atenção possível.

[missautumn]

closed started for @writermuses

They had just signed their marriage in front of a small party of people and Emma couldn't be happier. Her cheeks hurt from smiling but it was not a forced one, she was comfortable in a red dress that hugged her body but didn't restrict her breathing in comparison to her first white wedding dress. The second best thing was that only the real important people from them was there and the most important thing of all was that she got married with the man she'd loved for years. It was an epic love story, just like the ones she loved reading about.

They all had dinner together, laughed, got drunk and she and Sirius danced their first song as husband and wife. Everything had been perfect. And to think she had come to Denmark on a two-week holiday... now she was going back home with a husband. Crossing the threshold after a beautiful day, Emma couldn't stop smiling. "Everything about today was perfect." She stated as she turned around to face Sirius and throw her arms around his shoulders. "You are perfect."

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[missautumn]

"It would be nice to give this place some love." Emma smiled. "I guess we'll come to the Hamptons more often." It was a gorgeous house in a peaceful location that was going to waste in her marriage and what she said about it needing some love wasn't only metaphorical; so what if that love didn't come from her husband? Affection was affection even if she got it from an affair. It didn't go missing for her that she was like this house, too, in need of affection; and she received that from Truman in spare. One day, hopefully soon, she'd figure out what to do with her marriage and her affair, end one of them, or both, but it was a topic to meditate in another time.

Right now, she only had eyes for Truman as she finished her negroni and did as he said, the heels of her shoes clicked on the brazilian cherry hardwood as she walked slowly towards him. "Oh, you're one of those clients, aren't you?" Emma teased, the pencil skirt of her dress riding up her thighs as she sat on the man's lap, the bulge of his cock was hard to ignore. "It's your lucky night, sir, because I'm feelings quite generous about going past limits." She smiled behind her drink as she took her sip. "Your teasing earlier drove me mad all night." She confessed, pressing her forehead against his.

Emma’s failed attempt to hide a smile made Truman grin too. Her subsequent quip about going down easily or not made him laugh, the words also making his smile grow before he said, “I could be the same. It all rather depends on what we agree the sexy forfeit is, right?” He chuckled once more after speaking, his mind already running through possibilities for how they might playfully ‘penalise’ the other for ‘losing’. As much as Truman loved the physical and intimate parts of his clandestine relationship with Emma, he loved their banter and friendship just as much. Together, they were a perfect package, and if there wasn’t the obstacle of her husband in the way, Truman had no doubt they’d be together for real. 

He pushed such thoughts to the back of his mind when Emma stopped to kiss him gently on the lips, a reaction par for the course whenever she showed him affection. Truman could simply think of nothing else in those moments, his heart thudding and adrenaline pumping, warmth washing over him. When they parted, a content and loving smile spread across his lips, his eyes settling on hers as she told him how fond she was of his place. “I’m glad you like my place. You’re welcome anytime,” he told her before adding, “But you’re also right about here. I love this place too.” Truman hardly saw an issue with them having two love nests concurrently. 

Looking at her from the couch whilst she worked at the bar, Truman smirked when she teased him about tipping her. “Don’t worry, darling. I always treat my favourite bartender well,” he told her, another laugh following before he winked back at her. When Emma playfully asked if there was anything else she could help with, Truman couldn’t resist saying, “Come sit next to me, and I’ll give you some idea, darling… I hope you don’t mind some inappropriate touching…” Of course, they both knew how appropriate it was, especially Truman, considering how his cock had begun hardening blatantly against his jeans again. 

@missautumn

[secondstar-acorn]

sure hatchetfield is full of eldritch horrors but it’s also full of soulmates

paul and emma

duke and miss holloway

steph and pete

linda and gerald

grace and murder

[emmycox]

starter para @vincentandosemcompromisso na vogue stars of the year.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ assim que pisou na festa, emma decidiu que iria aproveitar. sabia que aquele não era o melhor ambiente para deixar espaço a impressões ruins - o tipo de lugar onde tudo é medido pela aparência. mas, sinceramente, ela não estava disposta a compactuar com o show de horrores que hollywood pode se tornar quando as máscaras são prioridade. ser autêntica é algo que dinheiro algum compra, muito menos manchetes em sites de fofoca, e essa é a meta da noite: se divertir sendo ela mesma.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ quando o barman colocou o copo de vodka à frente, emma percebeu que, por algum motivo, dois shots foram servidos, mesmo que ela tivesse pedido apenas um. sem perder o espírito leve da ocasião, deu de ombros e olhou para um dos lados, observando quem ali no bar estaria disposto a beber com ela. os olhos encontraram vincent, que parecia ser o alvo perfeito para dividir o momento - e um bom shot de vodka, também. “você quer virar um desses comigo?” perguntou com um sorriso divertido enquanto apontava para os copinhos no mármore bonito do bar. “eu pedi só um, mas parece que o cara lá de cima resolveu me dar mais um de presente. e, sinceramente, isso me soa como uma intimação direta pra você.” a provocação veio em tom brincalhão que evidenciava a animação de emma.

[sleg48]

After the Total Drama reboot’s Rematch, the post-season drama is still going strong…

[itspileofgoodthings]

I am legitimately so proud of all I have done in teaching this week.

[incorrectgenv]

[missautumn]

"Can't argue with that." She chuckled. During her time in college and they were together she really loved the dish, especially when it was made by his parents. Hearing Knox visited them often also brought a smile to her face. "Now I got to live up to the expectations." Emma teased, not feeling any kind of pressure but rather a huge need to please him; in return, omar was actually asking to go visit the old bookstore and while she knew she should stop with the comparisons, her mind kindly pointed out how it was such a toll for her husband to wait until she wandered around any bookshop, allegating she could have any book quickly downloaded in her kindle at home instead of waiting his time. "Of course we will, i mean, you didn't think I'd drag you all the half an hour to the town and we wouldn't at least wandered a few minutes in there, did you?" She snickered and it slowly came to a stop when she heard the man mumbled if the owner would remember him. "We'll find out soon." Emma smiled at him, gently brushing her hand up and down the arm she kept holding to.

The whole domestic walking with the trolley in the supermarket felt kind of like another life, like the actual life they should be living if she had stayed a little longer by his side instead of giving up. A punch of sadness rushed through the woman but Emma was quick to force it out of her, telling herself that while this was the reality, there was nothing wrong to give her imagination some power and pretend that this had been their life all along. "I don't see why not. If anything, the cabinet will stay packed by the next time we come." The probing had just slipped so naturally from her. We. She waited a second to see if Omar corrected her. "For sure, yes. Dinner time is quite far so a snack would be nice." She agreed. "Oh, I keep forgetting to ask, and since you mentioned it outside, how are your parents?" Emma asked with interest.

The conversation flowed as they filled the cart, probably buying more than enough for the two of them and for the amount of time they'd be a the house but it wasn't as much of a problem as it was a funny imagine. Besides, she didn't remember the last time she had so much fun just doing grocery. As they left the market they made a quick stop at the car to leave the bags and once they had their hands free again Emma suggested stopping for a coffee-to-go before finally going to the bookstore. The place kept its old structure but it had brighter lights and new paint on the walls, a different staff, but none of those small changes made her see it differently. "Oh my Lord, is that you Emma?" The owner gasped from behind the counter. "Oh dear, it's been so long since you've come around! I'm so thrilled to see you..." Mrs. Collins kept talking as she walked around the desk and finally paid attention to the man by her side. "Why is this fine man Omar?" She asked with an actual excited gasp. "Your mother told me you got married but she didn't say it was with him. I always had a feeling with you two." She smiled and Emma didn't have the heart to tell the woman she was wrong.

"Well, it's always seemed to suit you so I'm not surprised. You always seemed so happy whenever we were here together or when you talked about it." He could recall it vividly; her smile and the way her eyes lit up when she was there. She always seemed so happy and peaceful when it came to Vienna and that in turn had always made him happy. It was why he was always willing to come here and spend a weekend away from the hustle of the city. It helped too sometimes with his music, being able to get away and just clear his mind for a few days spending time with Emma here. Omar missed it, just like everything else when it came to his ex, so he was more than willing to hit up all the old spots again. Plus he knew it would serve as a nice distraction for Emma who had obviously been going through some rough times in her personal life with her husband.

He let out a small chuckle at her surprise, giving a nod to further confirm. "Sure I've been to some posh spots here and there but haven't really had anything like that since we were together. Sort of resorted back to my old habits, plus still going to my parent's shop a lot for a bite. Can't ever go wrong with a kebab no matter the time of day." He shrugged, another amused laugh accompanying his words. As she linked her arms with his, Omar tried to ignore the fire that the touch of her skin lit under his. He gave her a grin at her statement. "Your cooking is always delicious, darling. I don't think you could make it bad even if you tried."

As Emma went on to talk about the book store, Omar raised his brows up in pleasant surprise. "Does she? Well we for sure have to go in then, say hi if she's around. Wonder if she'll even remember me." He mused aloud. It had been some time after all since he'd been there but he remember the way she would always gush about how adorable a couple the two of them were. He wondered if she'd asked about him once he stopped coming around or if Emma told her about how they broke up. Would she be surprised to see them hanging out again?

All those thoughts he tried to push from him mind as they headed into the store to grab what they needed. He removed his arm from hers, so that she could push the trolley without trouble, but kept in close step beside her. "Well now don't give me that kind of freedom because you know I'll fill this whole thing up if it were up to me." He teased, getting into a comfortable routine as they went down an aisle, grabbed anything they thought sounded good for the night or next morning and threw it into the basket. "We should get something sweet afterwards." He suggested enthusiastically. | @missautumn

[tweetingukpolitics]

[musesinked]

@myhappyxending continued from x

Emma’s body felt as though it was vibrating from the anger that was boiling inside of her. She had let down her barriers, allowed Regina in. Something, she hadn’t done in such a long time. “You can’t even look at me, can you?!” Talking to Regina’s back, was infuriating her even more. Each second she waited for a response, felt more like dragged out minutes.

The kiss they had shared, was unexpected but god it was more perfect than Emma could ever have imagined it to be. The butterflies that had erupted in her stomach, the feeling of pure happiness that had came with it. It had given her a high, one she had never experienced before.

As Regina now turned to face her, the anger that had been taking over, turned to hurt. The look on the brunettes face was heart aching, dark orbs speaking unspoken words. Silently she stood, unable to form a word as Regina slowly took a step closer towards her. Shakily Emma reached for the hand now offered to her, the warmth of the others touch made her heart sink. “I’m scared too.” Her words coming out as a soft whisper. Regina’s hand still in her own, she took steps to close the remaining gap between them. “I’ve wanted this for so long. To feel your touch, your lips on mine.. Regina I want this.”

[froginamoodboard]

Emma Corrin child of the Mad Hatter themed moodboard

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[missautumn]

"Fine." She replied with a laugh. "White and church can wait, it's not something imperative. I like the Scotland idea." By now, even if it only had been a day since they crossed paths again, Emma was not surprised that Sirius put her feelings and comfort first and it was not difficult to agree on something that would make the two of them happy, or at least she hoped he felt that way, she wanted both of them to get what they wanted. "You are a marvelous man, Sirius Heise." She stated. Decades had only made him a better man than the young one she met first and the fact everything was falling into place so easily only made Emma think this was the way things were supposed to be. "If you're really looking for forever, I'll take the batteries out of my clocks, so we'll be stuck inside this moment, as if time had really stopped. I would tell you I love you every second, except here, seconds don't exist, so I'll say I love you with each breath, with each smile, with each kiss. And when I die, you can crank your watch, restart your clocks, begin the time, and know that we were infinite in the moment that you were mine." Emma recited in a slow tempo and smiled at Sirius when she finished. "No need to wait to recite poetry. If my memory serves me right, we did that on the train to Paris that first time."

"Traditional?" Sirius laughed at the thought, pulling Emma in and kissing her. "I want to marry you and, sure, I like the idea of watching you walk toward me in a white dress while we recite poetry instead of hand written vows or the usual this and that. Really though, I don't need it. I'm assuming, with work for you and me needing to find my own employment, we're already going to be very stressed. We can do a courthouse ceremony and celebration here with my family and then have a smaller service later once we're settled in. There's old, beautiful churches in Scotland. We could make a week holiday of it." He brushed his fingers through Emma's hair as he spoke. "Or we could do it now, only one life to live and we've waited long enough." Sirius reciprocated, kissing her back. "I know that's not much help. Just let me know what you want. I'm happy to make you happy." That was the truth. He'd move mountains for her. All she needed to do was ask. Emma was right, they'd make it work. Whatever her vision was, he'd make it a reality just to see that smile.

[serinxo]

closed starter: emma cicciaro!! (@amadouers)

location: marina market

the vibrant energy of the marina market was almost overwhelming — the air thick with the smell of fresh pastries, sea salt, and a hint of something floral from a nearby bouquet stall. serin moved through the crowd with her usual composed confidence, her heels clicking softly against the walkway. she wore a crisp white blazer and a matching silk blouse, the look sharp enough to draw a few admiring glances but casual enough for her to pass it off as effortless. she stopped at a stall selling artisanal candles, her eyes scanning the rows of neatly arranged jars with the faintest hint of curiosity. the vendor began to speak, but serin barely registered the words, distracted by the sudden awareness of someone stepping into her peripheral vision. it only took a glance to recognize her — emma cicciaro. the memory of winter wonderland flashed in serin’s mind: the warm glow of holiday lights, the faint smell of mulled wine, and the teasing smirk emma had worn like a second skin. that brief, playful exchange had been unexpected, and she had initially brushed it off at the time as nothing more than a fleeting distraction. but now, seeing her again, here of all places, felt deliberate. her lips curved into a faint smirk, the kind that hid more than it revealed, as she picked up a candle labeled amber & spice, holding it up as though inspecting it. without turning fully toward emma, she spoke, her tone cool but unmistakably amused. "of all the people I expected to see today, you weren’t even on the list. not complaining though."

[warrior-of-storms]

wow, would you look at that, I'm not dead!!

Anyway, I've been working on some expression charts/mini references for the tangled threads universe (aka the threadverse) and I'm finally done!! I have 105 characters here. enjoy!

(please note that I didn't pick expressions, I spun a wheel with all the names and just drew the next expression)

This is every single character that is currently canon in the threadverse. I would yap about art commentary but like. no thanks <3