#friend oc: emerie

[thebirdarts]

Kicking of OcKiss week with Georgie giving all the love to @tenmillionbees amazing Kc, Emerie!! It was soo fun to draw her again!

[starrysharks]

"it's *not* some fake fairy dust bullshit, onion. it's witchcraft, and it's real."

jaundice myers, a companion to onion, punching bag to the big fish of postmortem high, and one of the supporting characters of reassassination. a self proclaimed witch, she spends her days listening to goth music and practicing curses to finally thwart her enemies.

+ inspo sheets for her and onion!

[khalliys]

Part 1 of 2 | (Part 2)

After a surprise attack by ice mephits and a blizzard, Unavar - a 15-year-old druid in training - got separated from her supervisors. She had managed to kill the mephit pursuing her, but got grievously wounded in the process. Out of spells and wildshapes, physical weapons abandoned, she tried to find her companions again while slowly bleeding out. Stumbling, getting up again, stumbling, falling, getting up again, step by weaker step, driven forward by a single minded, terrified focus to survive. Until her legs wouldn't carry her anymore and all that was left was the storm and a numbing cold overtaking her body from inside. The mind sinking into a death spiral of fragmented hallucinations and memories with no clear line between. As fate or luck - if there's a difference - would have it, somebody else was out there and found Unavar in the very nick of time.

This is a comic for a private dnd campaign, Unavar is my character and Emery belongs to Queen-of-Chaos (not on tumblr).

Song inspiration: Into the Storm by Piotr Musiał

[alexandraisyes]

Beautiful commissions I got from my bestie @mingmeng-pspsps . Thank you so much for drawing my and @turbotasthick ‘s gems and making them so fucking pretty!

Please go send the artist so much love guys

[sparingiscaring]

Good news guys!! I FINALLY found a title for Emery Hyde!!!

Bad news, it is blatantly ripping off @thedandy-detective's The Dandy Detective, Brett.

Good news, it's ENTIRELY IN CHARACTER for Emery to steal the convention and begin styling himself as The Novel Detective!

[queerquaintrelle]

VTMFangFest2024 - The Emperor

The Vampire Emery.

"Between the government which does evil and the people who accept it - there is a certain shameful solidarity." - Victor Hugo

[dujour13]

OC Kiss Week - day 2

@knight-commander I decided Emery needs a little more bardic magic in his life 💜

“So you’re the one who’s been spoiling my horse,” Emery frowns.

The bard offers up the last of the apple and wipes horse spit on his absurd striped trousers. “Guilty as charged, Your Hellishness. I suppose I’ll have to give myself a paper cut and pour lemon juice on it now?”

Emery’s frown deepens. Reckoning jokes are wildly inappropriate.

Worse, as he approaches his mount, Mánath snorts and turns his head away, making it crystal clear where his loyalty now lies.

The bard is wearing that charming, infuriating smile.

Though half a head shorter and at present regrettably unbedecked in his imposing black armor, Knight-Commander Emery squares off with him. “Will you please stop undermining my—everything?”

To his surprise Siavash backs down. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to undermine you, really. Just trying to cheer things up around here a little.”

Emery pushes the dark hair from his brow in frustration. “This is a Crusade against the Abyss. It behooves one to take certain things seriously.”

“Like oneself?”

Emery’s mouth opens and closes. “I beg your pardon?”

“You! You take yourself too seriously, Armiger.” Siavash isn’t smiling anymore.

“Are you telling me I’d look better if I smiled more often? Because so help me—”

“No. You look—you look stunning with a perpetual frown and tragic circles under your eyes.”

Emery stares in confusion. It doesn’t sound like he’s joking but there must be a punch line, because there always is with him. His heart suddenly feels even heavier as the secret hope that had been making it more buoyant these past weeks evaporates.

“I mean that,” Siavash says, even more confusingly.

Emery is paralyzed by the expectation of a flippant jab that never seems to arrive.

Siavash goes on, gently, “But I would like to see you smile more.”

“Well,” Emery breathes, unable to meet his gaze all of a sudden, “what’s your plan of action, soldier?”

“Everything I’ve tried so far has backfired, Knight-Commander.”

Though Emery’s eyes are steadfastly locked on his own boots he’s aware of Siavash’s proximity from the softness of his voice as he goes on: “I’m hoping for some tactical advice.”

Suddenly Emery finds his hand cupped between the bard’s. It is raised, and warm lips are pressed to it.

Emery smiles.

[clowninthecoffeehouse]

little guy

[offsidekineticist]

💎💎💎 for emery? From any of your ocs I love them all 👁️

I decided to have Giliys handle this one, which is part of why it took so long - took some time to pin down exactly how intense the emotional reaction would be - and also means I need the "I am sorry please know that I love your OC and don't necessarily endorse these opinions" disclaimer. Under a cut because cw: discussion of slavery and cycles of abuse

Giliys scowls, fire in his eyes. "That treacherous backstabbing piece of shit deserves to rot in every fucking level of hell at once, and I'd fucking make it happen if I didn't have the kids to think of.

"What, didn't expect that? Didn't think I'd hate the kid that fucking much? Look, I met a lotta slaves in my time. Most of em were slaves their whole damn lives. And a lot of em pissed me the fuck off, cuz, y'see, it's easy to think, when that fuckery is the only shit you know, that everyone is either a slave or a slaver. And as much as I can't fucking stand the ones who decide they're good with being slaves, I really fucking hate the ones who escape by becoming slavers.

"And you can always tell the slavers who used to be slaves, cuz they're the most brutal, zealous, evil fucking bastards. Cuz beating the rest of us down is how they prove they're not like us. They're the one with the fucking whip. Slaves don't have fucking whips, see, so of course that means they're better. Stronger. Free. A slaver who's always been free beats you till you stop fighting. The ones who were slaves beats you till he's convinced himself he's not like you.

"That's Sunshine. No clue what hellhole he crawled out of, but whatever one it was, he's scared enough of going back that he needs to prove he's not a slave anymore. And the fucker can't imagine a world where 'not a slave' means anything but 'slaver,' so he ran to the first jackboot he could find and begged them to let him join and backstabbed everyone who's ever been like him. And don't give me that 'not all hellknights' crap. Any hellknight order that's got no slaves just don't got the money for 'em.

"He's already on his way to being just like the other freed slavers. Already fucking rabid about 'law and order.' Thinks if he beats 'lawbreakers' hard enough, he'll be free, when all he'll be is a slave with a cushy job and no fucking soul.

"And before you ask: no, I don't got any fucking sympathy for the bastard. Cuz I don't got any fucking sympathy for slavers, and that's what he's throwing his heart and soul into becoming. So fuck him and the stupid fucking ghost horse he rode in on."

[knight-commander]

agenda where I reveal that what I want most is to write something in which Emery is the knight commander and tris is the bitchiest companion you have the misfortune to meet (right after daeran)

[haunted-house-heart]

❗i do not vet any palestinian gofundme's. i cannot donate so the least i can do is post asks as they're sent❗

meowdy!

you can can call me emery/ghost/rat, and my pronouns are they/it

here's some stuff about me:

queer bi lesbian aroace nonbinary tranny fagdyke butch transmascfem bigender genderfluid. i know its a lot

audhd

chronically ill/disabled

otherkin

i officially started hrt on may 14th! check out my transition journal in my tag #tranny update

my dni is simple. no bigots. no exclusionists. i check every blog that follows me and if i get a bad vibe i will block. i stand with palestine.

my main fandoms are:

the raven cycle

the adventure zone

welcome to night vale

watcher

gilmore girls

merlin

hades game

animal crossing nh

the locked tomb

percy jackson

my interests are:

ghosts

mothman!!!

moths <3

cats

halloween/fall

music

gender

autism

punk things

also important to know: i tag anything that i feel could trigger epilepsy with "tw flashing" and or "tw flashing gif". if i miss something that needs a flash warning, please lmk

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[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Accent - Chuck Taylor/Best Friends x Emery

Part of my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series.

When I watched this interview segment on Dynamite I noticed Chuckies accent start getting thicker and it was the CUTEST thing. So... I made this.

This directly follows: 'Worried'

Word Count: 1,481

Tag List: @katries @summertimefun1982 @blxxckheart (if you want added to the tag list, let me know)

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Emery stands beside Orange as the Doc takes a closer look at his wrist once more. After the grueling match with Buddy that he just had, Orange was in pretty bad shape, especially with his already injured limb. She was very worried about his current state but kept her mouth closed as Emery had already voiced her concerns on the way backstage. Trent and Chuck had been at the bottom of the stairs waiting when Emery and Doc Sampson escorted Orange to the back, worry evident on their faces too.

There was no time to rest though, as Renee came up to them and stood in the middle with a microphone. Emery warily side-eyed the other woman, before stepping to the other side of Orange, putting some distance between the two women. Renee wasn’t blind and saw what Emery had done—but she couldn’t blame her. Everything Mox and the rest of BCC had done recently warranted the mistrust, though it still stung slightly.

 When she got to the other side, Cassidy motioned for her to give him his backpack. Frowning slightly, Emery unzipped the bag and pulled out the t-shirt she had crammed inside of it, making the bag a little lighter and less bulky. Draping the white t-shirt over her arm, Emery carefully looped the strap of the backpack around Orange’s outstretched arm and placed it gently on his shoulder. He gave her a pained smile as the doc continued examining his wrist, his breathing slowly evening out.

It took everything in Emery to not let her eyes drop down his body; shirtless, glistening slightly with the sheen of sweat after his match—

‘Get ahold of yourself’ Emery frowned to herself, averting her attention by reaching up towards Orange’s face. Gently, she nudged the glasses up his nose a bit more, as they had been slowly descending towards the end. Looking across at the other two guys, Emery noticed their expressions were now that of annoyance and worry. He gave her a gracious smirk as the doc continued and Renee began the interview after the cameraman motioned to her.

“Backstage with Orange Cassidy, the Best Friends, and Emery. Orange Cassidy, you just successfully retained the International Championship—"

Orange nodded, taking over with holding the ice pack as the doc leaves. Emery gave him a small smile of gratitude before returning her attention to Orange.

“--However, I do have to ask if there’s any medical update on your hand.”

Trent chimed in before Orange spoke, a firm smile on his face, “His hand is fine. Renee! Still the Champ!” He motioned over towards Orange and Emery before continuing, “Orange Cassidy! Defending his belt every week. On the run of his life.”

Chuck gives a smile as Trent continues to hype up their friend, and while Emery smiled, a feeling in the pit of her stomach gave her cause for concern. Was he upset? They weren’t going to turn on Cassidy, were they?

“And to be honest—" Trent motions between him and Chuck, “--Makes the boys… a little bit jealous.”

The feeling in her gut intensified, a worried expression on her face as she looked at the two friends. Orange looked towards them as well, his eyes primarily on Chuck, before grimacing and looking away as the pain in his hand and wrist hit a high note.

Chuck saw the concern on Emery’s face and decided to clarify quickly.

“Yeah, speaking of titles. We heard what happened in Japan,” Chuck pointed over his shoulder, in a direction off camera, “Aussie Open IWGP Tag Team Champions. How ‘bout. You guys fly on over here, to Milwaukee, and fight us Friday night on Rampage.”

The longer he spoke, the more his southern accent came out—and upon hearing it, tingles raced down Emery’s spine. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she tore her eyes off Chuck, hoping that it hadn’t looked to anyone like she was ogling. Unfortunately, someone did notice, the corner of his lip twitching up for a split second.

“Hands in boys,” Trent says, stretching his hand to the middle; Chuck followed, placing his on top of Trent’s.

“Renee… Emery…,” Trent amended, and Renee looked a little uncertain.

“Oh..kay…” she muttered, putting hers on top of Chucks. Mentally kicking Trent, Emery carefully slid behind Orange, one hand on his shoulder as she placed her other one on top of Renee’s. Instantly, Trent lifted their hands to the sky, and Chuck turned, walking off camera as Renee speaks up.

“You didn’t count to three…” Trent stands there, staring into the camera with his arms crossed; Chuck is still off camera; Emery turns her attention back to Orange, whispering to him soft enough the camera doesn’t catch her words.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

He softly shakes his head as Renee ends the interview, “Back to you guys.”

The cameraman walks off as Chuck comes back into the area; Trent notices Renee seems to want to talk to Emery, but the brunette isn’t paying her any attention, so she nods to herself and walks away.

“You gonna be good man?” Chuck asks Orange, coming to a stop beside his friend as Trent walks to the other side, facing Emery and Chuck.

“Yeah, should be. Just need to be careful,” Cassidy shrugged, grimacing slightly at the tug in the muscles.

“If you need anything, just let me know, okay?” Emery told him, “I mean it.”

“Yes, Mom,” Chuck muttered, looking away as she quickly turned her attention to him, eyes narrowing playfully.

“Sush you--!” Emery gave him a soft smack on the arm as Trent watched in amusement. Even Orange cracked a small smirk at their antics.

“So why the IWGP titles?” she asked Chuck, “Why not the Ring of Honor ones or the AEW ones?”

Chuck gave a shrug, “We’ve tried getting those AEW ones for a while, and the ROH ones have alluded us as well… figure might as well try the IWGP ones. I mean, it can’t hurt right? We got close to it a few years back, I figure we could easily get them now because—”

The longer he spoke, the more passionate and enthusiastic Chuck got about getting a title match and winning some tag gold—and in turn, the more his southern accent popped out. Just as Emery had planned. She stood there, gazing up at him as she listened, the tingles ripping through her spine continuously. To her, when his accent came out, it was one of the best things ever, and she loved hearing it. From beside them, Trent started chuckling under his breath, getting Chuck’s attention.

“What’s funny?” he asked his friend, looking at him with a confused expression; Emery frowned as she looked to Trent, inwardly annoyed he had stopped Chuck’s rant.

Trent shook his head, smiling as he glanced down at the floor for a second, looking back up as Orange shifted the ice pack on the back of his hand.

“Your inner south came out during the interview—” Trent explained, his eyes boring into Emery’s; her brown eyes widened in slight horror and embarrassment at being found out so quickly. Looking back to Chuck, Trent continued, “—I think—Emery wanted you to go off on another tangent about titles to bring that accent back out. Our little friend here… has a liking for accents.”

Emery’s breath caught in her throat, her head bowing as her eyes darted to the floor quickly. Her cheeks felt as though they were on fire from the level of embarrassment she was feeling at that moment. Chuck blinked a few times, processing the information that Trent had just told him before realization dawned on him. Looking down at her shorter form, a huge smile crept across his face, a soft blush on his own face at the fact she adored his accent so much.

Chuck was speechless for a moment, but after dusting the cobwebs, he laughed softly.

“Well, if you want me to continue ranting about shit—”

Without warning, the tall Kentuckian leaned down and gripped Emery’s waist before hoisting her up over his shoulder. The sudden action caused a yelp of surprise to escape her lips, and her arms flailed momentarily to keep her balance. Splaying her palms on Chuck’s back as she felt his arm lock around her knees, he carried her off, heading towards their locker room with long strides.

Trent watched them disappear with an amused look on his face, chuckling to himself before looking at Orange. He could see a smile on his face as well, and with a shrug to Cassidy, the two walked in the direction Chuck had disappeared. Neither were in any hurry to get to the locker room; they knew that now Chuck was aware of it, he’d talk Emery’s ear off all night.

[thefairlandsdiaries]

Clover takes a deep breath. She has to so she can calm down and look for the people she accidentally lost. The Lacuna Novaturient has done it again and prevented another incident from threatening the Fae population recently. Usually when the group does that, there are a lot of news stations wanting to get the news on how the group has done it once again.

Since Clover was one of the main fighters of this incident with her ability Demon Cosmos, she was sought after so news stations can get her side of the fight. Even in a city far away from The Lacuna Novaturient's hometown, there are still people in The Satenas Utopia who wants Clover to be in their stories. Clover has never been the type of person to love the spotlight, in fact she is mortified by even the thought of an audience. Her anxiety will grow to the point her breathing gets faster and she gets incredibly wary. Her anxiety will take her over and she wouldn’t be able to focus at all.

Which means she’s completely frozen by all of the reporters coming in and putting either a microphone or a voice recorder in front of her and hogging all of her space. They were all asking her things, awaiting an answer from her even when she doesn’t have the ability to speak. There was too much people, too much for Clover. She feels like she could faint any moment. She closes her eyes in preparation for whatever’s going to happen to her, until… “GET AWAY FROM HER YOU IDIOTS!”

Clover opens her eyes to the direction of the scream to see the people she was supposed to find in the first place. Herlon was the one who shouted, with angry fists and gritted teeth. Emery was beside them and they were more calm, but the folded arms and the grimaced look on their face still showed their stance towards the reporters.

“You paparazzi and journalists out here harassing MY friend huh? How about you interview yourselves on why you don’t have a life outside of this bullshit?” Herlon shouted at them in a strong voice, not caring that all of that might’ve been caught on their recordings. Emery then went over and grabbed Clover’s arm to carefully drag her away from the group of reporters. Once she was out, the three of them went off.

It was all very sudden, but she’s glad her friends came to help. Even if one may seem vulgar and the other a bit distant, Clover knows that deep down they care for her a lot. Especially when it comes to anxiety-inducing situations like these, they’ll be there for her.

[khalliys]

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The desperate face of her mother blurred into that of an unfamiliar... person? They were small yet also larger than life with the way the storm didn't seem to touch them, glowing and golden but not exactly warm. Unavar didn't know if she was still hallucinating or if this was something divine, someone there to take her to wherever you have to go next. She could feel the biting wind again, though, along with the ache in her limbs and the pain of her wounds, so Unavar just had to assume her time hadn't fully run out just yet. Her grip might have been weak, but her request was still determined. With the stranger's help, Unavar heaved herself upright again and stumbled forward once more.

This is a comic for a private dnd campaign, Unavar is my character and Emery belongs to Queen-of-Chaos (not on tumblr).

Song inspiration: The Shepherd by Piotr Musiał

[ahandfulofm0ss]

I did a angst thing (under the keep reading)

(Es (the one in the suit) belongs to @mxdemeanor1945)

[shumistar]

Me and my bestie are once again going insane over our children✌️✌️✌️ I gotta draw all three of em together one of these days