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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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Oh Emil what happened to ur face :((???
I had a run in with a hunter.
Andrew helped me. [ @mausoleum-letterbox ]
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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Emil any thoughts on little girl?
She likes bread. She always takes mine.
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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What do u think of kreacher lol
He’s uhm.. A man.
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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SOMEONE GET ADA!!!!! THE BOYO IS HURT!!!! 😭😭
Please do not bring her..
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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.......
W oof
.. If this is a joke, it isn't a very funny one. I hate dogs.
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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moew meow !!
Why are you meowing at me.. ?
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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His new bio ig
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Hes only turkish now bc.. Uhh I barely see any turkish rep soo.. No more blasian Emil y'all
Rules! Because this is being pinned
[ Canon character blogs / oc blogs can interact ]
[ no hard core nsfw, jokes are fine ]
[ Muse is Turkish both nationally and racially ]
[ no racism or ableism obv ]
[ I'll try to draw more often ]
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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EMIL ASK BLOG COMEBACK???
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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[[ Luca ask real, ignore the art im in artblock lmao ]
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Asks open.
- No hard-core nsfw
- muse-rps are allowed to interact
- no racism or any type of xenophobia
-again, drawings won't be as common.
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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[[ THIS IS OUT OF CHARACTER ]]
I might take an official break, drawing Emil is VERY hard
But I still want to do some blogs n stuff, so I was thinking I should start a luca blog! Because he's easy to draw, and a character I love. So just letting y'all know.
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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Emil leaned down onto the marble of the fountain, removing his cold hand from Andrew’s. He was sure this fountain ran once before.
He had let the cross slip from finger tips. In favor of clutching onto the empty fountain. After a few minutes of watching the fountain—
He returned back to his previous position, facing the man once more.
“I’m not mad.”
He smiles, he had almost forgotten of the bitter letter, all he knew was the iris that was gifted after. It was nice of him to gift him a flower.
Though, it had died by now. Shriveled up on his dresser. It made him sad when the gift had died, more sad than typical, he couldn’t recall why though.
“You’re all red.. Andrew.”
He pointed out the man’s still red face.
Are you that man, that I met in the ward all those years ago?
People are telling me that you are.
- [ @by-hook-or-by-crook ]
|Mister Mesmer,
I think we ought to speak to one another.
A.Kreiss|
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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Emil traced the cracks in the wood, embedded in that cross. He remembered the old one, vividly, oddly enough.
It’s not like it’s a big difference, really. He shifted back, letting his back hit the cool marble of the fountain. It had stopped working way before he had joined the manor.
He wondered if it had worked when Andrew had joined the manor.. No matter.
He snapped himself back to reality, as he was zoning out for a good minute there. He’d barely been listening to anything the man had been saying.
“ Andrew.. Did the fountain ever have water? “
He changed the topic, he’d rather not talk about how he is doing inside. The outside is all that matters, even if it’s roughed up.
“ I have missed matching with you.”
“..”
He turned his head away, ever so slightly. Letting out a long exhale.
“I’ve missed you in general.”
He inched his hand closer, gliding his middle and pointer finger over the back of his hand.
Are you that man, that I met in the ward all those years ago?
People are telling me that you are.
- [ @by-hook-or-by-crook ]
|Mister Mesmer,
I think we ought to speak to one another.
A.Kreiss|
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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"Is it new?"
He scooted down the bench, further from the man.
He watched the man tremble, and shake. Awfully nervous, he wasn't sure how to calm that man down.
The breath he let into the air was harsh, fast. Nothing compared to Emil's.
"Are you.. Okay?"
He asked, scooting a bit closer. Rubbing his arm gently, still no sense of personal bubbles—
But this time, it was in some sense of comfort.
Are you that man, that I met in the ward all those years ago?
People are telling me that you are.
- [ @by-hook-or-by-crook ]
|Mister Mesmer,
I think we ought to speak to one another.
A.Kreiss|
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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Emil watched him desperately wipe off the spit onto his robe, damping the spot ever so slightly.
Whilst looking at the damp spot, his eyes trailed off to the uneven stitches. At the seams of his robe. He ran his pointer finger down the stitches, pulling at a few stray threads.
He was zoned out, too focused on the poor stitch job, he hadnt heard his first greeting.
He perked up when he gave him the second hello, he lifted his gaze, to look at the man in the eye.
".. Are you talking to me?"
His words were drawn out, slow. He successfully pulled out a string from its place.
Luckily, it hadn't damaged the robe in any way. There was another stitch actually holding it in place.
"You have 13 stray threads.. 12, now."
He sat back up straight, leaning back in, towards his chest. Near that cross.
This patient has no sense of personal space.
"You still wear it.. The string looks new."
Are you that man, that I met in the ward all those years ago?
People are telling me that you are.
- [ @by-hook-or-by-crook ]
|Mister Mesmer,
I think we ought to speak to one another.
A.Kreiss|
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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It was far too cold to go outside, the windows had all been frosted with a shade of white. It was fun to trace little pictures against the window, maybe a message. Maybe a heart.
No matter, Emil had places to be, he couldn't waste his time drawing a little picture. He got up from his seat in the dining room, making his way down the wooden stairs.
Each step he took, let out a louder creak than the last. There were a few nails sticking out from the wood. Shoes would've been ideal at the moment, but alas, he didn't own a pair. He owned nothing.
He stopped at the bottom stair, playing back the sounds it had made on his way down. 36 stairs, he had went down 36 stairs. Only 13 had screamed, what did Andrew say about the number 13 again?
He wished he had a coat to put on, before he stepped outside. The ones on the rack were far too big for him. Far too big for anyone. The door knob was also too small for the door.
He twisted the knob, opening the door, to be met with another terrible creak. Along with a cold gust of wind. He shivered, walking through the cold snow, bare foot.
Until he finally reached the garden, with that sickly looking man on the snow covered bench.
He sat next to the tall figure, holding his knees to his chest.
Are you that man, that I met in the ward all those years ago?
People are telling me that you are.
- [ @by-hook-or-by-crook ]
|Mister Mesmer,
I think we ought to speak to one another.
A.Kreiss|
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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.. Alright.
- Love, Emil M.
Are you that man, that I met in the ward all those years ago?
People are telling me that you are.
- [ @by-hook-or-by-crook ]
|Mister Mesmer,
I think we ought to speak to one another.
A.Kreiss|
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by-hook-or-by-crook · 2 years
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In person? Why? a letter does it.. Just fine.
- Love, Emil M.
Are you that man, that I met in the ward all those years ago?
People are telling me that you are.
- [ @by-hook-or-by-crook ]
|Mister Mesmer,
I think we ought to speak to one another.
A.Kreiss|
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