#int. rylie

[wickedemmett]

emmett had woken up in many strange places with no recollection of how he’d gotten there, yes. but this one-- fucking buena vista, of all places-- had to take the cake. for the first day, he’d allowed himself to believe it was some sort of cruel nightmare, an empty reminder of the freedom he’d willingly given up after his graduation from the university. he’d even topped it off with some symbolic shit about a dome, keeping him in the one place he’d ever felt liberated by. he’d spent that day in a daze, uninterested and unamused by the theatrics from everyone in town. it wasn’t until the next morning, when he woke up still trapped, that he came to two conclusions: either he was in a coma, and this was his punishment for everything he’d ever done, or this was real. the punishment thing was... well, it was still on the table regardless. every day after the first had ended the same way so far: him, falling asleep in some shitty assigned room and wondering why, exactly, he of all people had to be here. it wasn’t like he secretly wished he could go back in time to relive this time period. it wasn’t like there was some higher purpose for dragging all of these people (strangers, families, old friends, exes) away from their lives and into a bubble. and, if he were being honest, it was driving him crazy to not see a bigger picture to it all. he hated this, hated the way the imprisonment felt like a second skin to him. he loathed the fact that no one outside of this godforsaken dome would even care that he’d disappeared. he wanted his brain to shut the hell up. today, at least, had been nothing out of the ordinary (aside from... everything), but he couldn’t count the worst out yet. he was still kind of expecting to be stabbed at random by someone he’d pissed off while he went here. he’d gotten lucky to have avoided any familiar faces thus far; it was a shame karma was the biggest bitch he’d ever met. emmett couldn’t begin to tell you what went through his mind the moment rylie caught his eye. he hadn’t even been sure it was her, he hadn’t gotten a good enough look to know for sure, but he didn’t need to. he could feel it: in some part of himself, buried far beneath all the other memories he wished he could forget, he felt himself being drawn toward the blur of the girl he once knew. perhaps it was the shock of seeing her, or the shock of how violently his long-ignored emotions resurfaced in a split second, or simply his first thought of how to get her attention, that made him drop both the bags full of toiletries he was carrying back to the school. “holy shit,” whether that sentiment was in reaction to finally seeing her face, right there in front of him, unquestionably her, undeniably beautiful, or in reaction to the heavy ass bottle of conditioner that’d landed directly on his foot? well, that was for him to know. his gaze fell away just as quickly as it’d found her, surveying the damage he’d done. at least only one of the containers had burst open. emmett made quick work of gathering them back up, stuffing them back into the grocery bags, and blatantly ignoring the fact that he’d just made a fool of himself. some first impression. “can you, um, hand me that?” god, he did not miss getting nervous. his focus slowly strayed away from the bottle at her feet, travelling up until he was looking directly at her once again. he cleared his throat, pushed away the uneasy feeling in his stomach, and furrowed his brow. replaced the look of awe with one of indifferent impatience. “sometime today?” @rylie-barton

#cs: rylie #int. #int. rylie

[pianomxn]

The days she spent over at Drew’s were always some of her most favorite.  She could get out of her space, and while they had been scary years ago, it was easy when it came to Drew.  

Most nights they stayed up messing around at the piano playing bits of songs together until something sounded right.  Many times, he would play a song, smile on  his face as she sung the lyrics.  It was life giving to her soul to explore her musical talents with him.  To enjoy that side of herself without having to fear the powers she did have.  Drew trusted her, and she trusted herself with Drew.

By the end of the night, Rylie had fallen asleep next to Drew, one of his shirts loosely draped over her body.  She slept so peacefully there, tucked against his side until the morning light woke her up.  

In all honesty, she didn’t want to move from that bed.  She was her own boss, so she could take the day off.  It wouldn’t harm her or the store, but it was deeper than that.

Rylie eased upwards, kissing Drew’s cheek.  “Good morning,” she whispered.  Her accent was a little heavier, as it always was in the mornings.  After the simple kiss, her forehead fell to his shoulder, face nuzzling against his arm.

@forsakenmyths || from here

      ❛ Mhm... Good morning... ❜  his voice was just slightly hoarse and his demeanor rather sleepy. The clearing of his throat made him wake up a little bit more before peeking with one eye at Rylie. If it wasn’t for her he would probably be snuggling even closer and still in dreamland, dreaming, something he didn’t do quite often but seemed to happen when she was around. 

     That day Drew wouldn’t mind staying around, if Rylie weren’t around he would probably go out for a walk, distract himself for a while and keep his mind busy. The lonesome thoughts seemed to cease lately and he liked it that way, without his chest feeling pressed tight or his hyperventilating moments of anxiety when no one was looking. Rylie’s presence was haven, he couldn’t think how to thank her for that though the intention was there. One day he would find a way.           ❛ Tell me you’re not going to work today... ❜ the pianoman mumbled, nuzzling the top of her head and hiding from the morning light in her soft curls. The mumble became a gentle whine and he was ready to pull the puppy eyes card if she said she would. ❛ If you are, let’s stay a little longer yeah? ❜

#forsakenmyths #;w; he's missed her #and Lei #and I've missed hcu #chu^* #and I wanted to continue this but it's ok if you don't wanna <3 #we should plot some dear! #int. – forsakenmyths ( Rylie ) #❖ Opus ║: sing us a song [mv] #❖ No. 4 〢: you’re the pianoman

[twoforonespecialau]

If there was no killing game, how would relationships between twins and v3 cast develop?

Honestly? A whole lot better. Kokichi would be able to trust everyone a whole lot more in a situation where they’re not pinned against each other like so, and Kokichi really gets along well with pretty much anyone who’s willing to try to understand him--which is quite a bit more so outside of the killing game.

Kurochi probably would get along well with everyone too, to some degree.

Boh twins would probably get along best with: Shuichi, Kaito, Gonta, Ryoma, Kirumi, Kaede, and to some extent Himiko.

I think that, so long as no one is hostile towards the twins and no divide happens, the twins would get along with their class relatively well.

The only variable here that might cause a divide is Maki, but I don’t think she’d see them as a threat like she did int he Killing game, nor would they see her as much of a threat to them or the whole class. 

There is more, but that’s getting into spoiler territory!

-Rylie

#Anonymous #asks

[princce7]

13 17 19 20?

13. Any favorite Gloomverse fanfic/fanart? 

@gloomdritch bc the rpverse doesn’t count

17. Do you run any Gloomverse related blogs on tumblr? How many? 

3 and a half. i’m currently working on art for the ask i have @tapestryostories, gloomverse oc ask blog, nothing’s really going on @thebestassistant a rylie askblog and @the-roleplay-assistant is an alternate rylie rp blog that fits within the formatting of the rest of the rp communities i’m in and now for the half: @neonhatbro a gloomverse Fresh askblog that has had anon magic rp things and character development happen to where they’re still a gloomverse parasite but uhhhh no longer the Fresh we all know

19. Your favorite theory? 

fuck this is one of the stories I’m just kinda like... seeing what happens so uhhhhhhh Rylie being a reincarnation of the baby yellow is holding int he nightmare has a lot of fun potential and things it says me suppose? IDK I’m having trouble thinking of like... literally... any theories lmao.

oh wait

lemonbig’s mythical existance

20. If you could punch any character in the face, who would it be?

there’s no character i really dislike and like... 

she already punched the one I can think of...

i suppose Wallis did ask for it beginning comic but he’s been humbled enough

perhaps indigo? he’s stupid enough to have likely earned it but Red’s already punched him

...

Virgay. i’ll die but it’d be hilarious and the look on everyone else’s face