murdaughter

[murdaughter]

emily, my beloved, is moving over to @ephemaera

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[murdaughter]

phew ok end of 2023 was silly lmao BUT im gonna try to be back here!

#also tru here rip #idk if shes gonna hang on tho lmao i feel like the traction on this blog is so bad

[murdaughter]

she tries a smile, but it wobbles the moment it touches her lips. when she had come to two days ago, everything had been cloudy, her limbs leaden and tongue thick. she'd spent most of the night unleashing a barrage of questions onto her doctors and nurses. slowly but surely she has begun to remember what happened–– how she'd gone after mike and abby to the pizzeria and what had transpired when she got there.

still, she has a hard time understanding how he could want to see her. tears fill her eyes at the mention of abby's name–– that brave, wonderful girl. "really?" she asks, voice small, high and hoarse with disuse and this fresh wave of emotion. that abby has been visiting her too is, frankly, more than vanessa could ever hope to deserve. god, she loves them. the way mike tilts his head, like it's obvious–– like there wasn't even a question to begin with that he'd come to check on her–– it's enough to have her crying again, for one thing, but it's also like a vice has been released from around her ribs. "i just–– you could hate me and i really wouldn't blame you," she says breathlessly, lifting her iv-clad hand to wipe inelegantly at her cheeks. instead of hating her, he's been bringing her flowers. "mike, that's..." vanessa swallows thickly. "that's really sweet." a little laugh bubbles up out of her. " i think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me. thank you, i..." she's at a loss–– a complete loss. things still feel so overwhelming, so loud, so bright. she feels sure her heart will burst from her chest. "i'm really, really glad that you're okay. that you're both okay."

for a moment there, mike wasn't sure if vanessa was going to wake up. he didn't like thinking it - didn't want to wish the negative into existence - but the doctor hadn't had anything good or bad to say, and neutrality could be just as conclusive as bad news. but mike had entered the hospital this morning with a new bouquet of flowers - the old ones were dead, and he intended to replace them before vanessa saw the wilted petals of the ones in the vase by her bedside - and the nurse lit up with a guess who's awake. he tried not to rush toward the room, tried not to show the amount of relief he felt inside of his chest, though he failed at both. 'abby's in school or else she would've been here, too,' mike tilts his head a bit at her uncertainty. 'um... yeah. of course i'm here. why wouldn't i be?' they'd been through something traumatic together, and believe it or not, mike started caring about vanessa. crooked and close lipped smile is given, mike holding up the bouquet a bit sheepishly. 'it's kinda lame, but i brought you these. actually, i've been bringing them. they, uh... they die pretty fast. i was gonna replace the dead ones before you saw,' smile grows just a pinch. 'i'm glad you're awake,'

#ok i did some coma googling and this is probably not gonna be accurate but also most of what i found was like months long coma survivors? #im gonna say em's was like? 2 weeks maybe 3 tops #bc after that full recovery gets less and less likely apparently #im playing fast and loose with accuracy here lol #remember when i said i was gonna psot this and then i took five thousand years to do it #graveshft

[murdaughter]

She thinks for a moment, shakes her head, though she doesn't meet his eye. "No. No, not really. Before, it was... Bad. And then after that, it was lonely."

Then, she looks up. "And you? Do you miss it? Your life before."

When her father had died, when she finally had ENOUGH FREEDOM TO FLEE, Emily had spent so much time hiding. Learning how to doctor the color of her eyes and disguise the person she had been forced to be–– to shed the weight of the evil she'd had no choice but to swear allegiance to.

"Tell me , do you miss the way things were before the nautiloid?" WHILST HE CERTAINLY DID NOT & was glad for what little freedom he had been bestowed , Astarion is well aware that he is likely the only one.

As he settles by the crackling fire , he cannot help but be intrigued by Emily & how she seems to hold all her cards as close to her chest as possible.

#im gonna assume he hasnt told her about cazador? #i hope this works <33 #donebowing #i dont seem to be able to trim?? #wait ok i fixed it

[murdaughter]

Fuck your horoscope, your prediction for next year is determined by the songs on your spotify wrapped for your birthdate (m/d/yy)

#the cold wind / it's only love / age of machine #lol the vibes simply all tf over the place #; ooc

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#uh oh sports fans! i am experiencing so much going to work anxiety #its mostly bc i had caffeine but #still!!! i feel like im gonna pass out! im not bc ive never done that and have had worse panics but GOD #i would like a REST please #anxiety ment /

[murdaughter]

emily nods, a little unsure. she's still figuring out what to do with positive attention, and she'll admit that it's even weirder coming from someone older than her. her world has been so small for so long, and age still carries an odd authority with it. still, she has to at least try to be normal about it. " i will, " she says, hoping to strike a balance between engaged and casual, " definitely. "

59 ( track: song of you, airiel ) / @murdaughter

" call me up some time. "

#i hope this is coherent febrguibire #serpentd

[murdaughter]

spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

#uwu #; memes #pls i love these

[murdaughter]

Emily nods, considering this. She understands, she thinks, where Astarion is coming from. "If it's any consolation to you, the same goes for Drow."

@murdaughter liked for a one liner

"The painful truth is vampires are the antithesis of unity."

#ok so just to reiterate a lil bc i dont think i have this concretely written down #em is a drow raised as a lolth sworn drow #she doesnt align with those beliefs bc i said so #so she currently (now freed from her father's influence) acts as a seladrine drow #i dont 100% know if this works w bg3 canon but oh well #she probably uses magic to alter the color of her eyes sometimes to avoid like persecution since lolth sworn drow are like #'inherently evil' apparently #was gonna try to color edit this but it looked awful so have b+w em for now lol #verse ; baldurs gate #donebowing

[murdaughter]

@graveshft sent a kiss after receiving good news !

all it takes is one glance for emily to know he got the job. pride and excitement flush her cheeks and she nods, encouraging, as she speaks. "you got it?" he breaks into a self-effacing smile, eyes casting toward the ground.

"yeah," comes the confirmation. mike lifts a hand to the back of his neck. "yeah, i got it."

"mike!" she cries, bounding forward into his arms. "oh, i knew it–– i knew they'd want you. they'd be so stupid not to." she is a rush of positivity, leaning away to take his face in her hands and kiss him soundly. a feather-light laugh flitters from between her lips to brush against his as she lingers in his space, hands dropping to his shoulders. "i'm so fucking proud of you," she says, "you so deserve this."

#hmm maybe im crying #i hope its ok i godmodded mike a lil lol #i felt like it served the vibe #graveshft #figured i would leave the job vague tho lmao!!

[murdaughter]

@namastekringle hands emily a candy cane with just a smile and no explanation.

emily looks up, a little surprised to find nick standing at her side, but even more so when she notices the candy cane in his outstretched hand. 'oh!' tentative fingers reach out to take it. it's not at all an unwelcome surprise–– it's just that little acts of kindness are still a learning curve for her. 'thank you, nick. that's really sweet. i don't–– i wish i had something to give you.' and she knows that's not how this works, that gifts are not a quid pro quo thing. but nick is such a kindhearted person–– she wishes she could give him back even a little of what he puts out in the world. but then, that takes a very special kind of person–– a rare one, at that. doesn't mean she can't try, though. 'merry early christmas!' she chirps, even though it's only november. the studio is already starting to boast decorations–– nick is clearly a christmas person.

#namastekringle #'nick is clearly a christmas person' ohhh em if only you knew #i already love this im so soft

[murdaughter]

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵.  reblog this post and give the person you reblogged it from a small compliment in the tags.  just something sweet and simple that’ll hopefully bring a smile to their face.

#ohh this made me smile #aj is so talented and such a natural with mike's voice! #so so fun to write with and talk to c: #; promos

[murdaughter]

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵.  reblog this post and give the person you reblogged it from a small compliment in the tags.  just something sweet and simple that’ll hopefully bring a smile to their face.

#god i love sasha #like the care he consistently puts into his muses is gorgeous #and astarions voice?? perfect! i hear him #; promos

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@cstarling said: of course not . you think i'd let that happen ?

' no, i... ' vanessa sighs, defeated by the thought before they can even discuss it. 'i know you wouldn't. it's just...' blonde hair swishes over her shoulders with an anxious shake of her head. 'i don't think it's a matter of letting it happen. i don't think you're going to have a choice. he–– he's powerful.' a shaky breath rattles its way out of her lungs. 'more powerful than he has any right to be.' she's grasping at straws trying to explain the feeling; how he always looms, how he can do truly heinous things and get away with them. ( of course, he has her help with that, doesn't he? still... he'd have found a way without her. ) 'it doesn't make sense.' she settles on that. 'it's like no matter what he always gets his way.'

#figured id set this in the sting operation au as well teehee #abuse / #cstarling

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YOU HAVE NEVER UNDERSTOOD WHERE THE LINE IS DRAWN BETWEEN SACRIFICE & SELF SLAUGHTER . . . independent, highly selective & private portrayal of clarice starling of silence of the lambs. written by ash / they them / 25+. triggering content present & tagged. influences taken from the movies, books & tv series. multiple verses & aus available.

#; promos #I love ash i love Clarice life is great

[murdaughter]

BUT SOME THINGS HAPPENED TO YOU, TOO. / the devil, written as an oc by morgue. 21+ only.

#; promos

[murdaughter]

prompt: a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

@cstarling takes care of everyone around her. that much had been clear from the second emily met her. she gives so freely, is open and strong. it must be so exhausting. of all people, clarice certainly deserves peace. sleep tends to elude emily–– especially lately–– but today she doesn't mind it a bit. it's nice just to be here with clarice, sharing her space. it's quiet and cozy and safe. she can't help herself when she leans over to press a soft kiss to clarice's forehead, hoping it won't disturb her. em has an ironclad excuse, though: she had just looked too perfect.

#cstarling #ghey #i love themmmmm gOD