with a stroke of unluck.

aemilius "emmy" van dort • 18 • son of victor and victoria van dort and if you feel you're { SINKING }, i will jump right over into C O L D, C O L D water for you and although [ T I M E ] may take us into different places i will still be { PATIENT } with you and i hope you know I WON'T LET GO. { I'LL BE YOUR LIFELINE TONIGHT }

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september 7th, 2005 – the corpse bride premieres ( @fragilelittleviolet // @amongsttheunliving // @corpse-daughter-terra // @missingapulse // @agutknecht // @jonathanbittern )

[amongsttheunliving]

i always thought i would never be able to find my prince charming, and maybe he's not the perfect prince 110%, but i wouldn't have him any other way!!

[amongsttheunliving]

I will protect if needed. Semi-balances out my yin-yang with his own. I still don't know how we became friends.

“Honestly? I don’t know how I became friends with over half my friends. Thanks, man, I really appreciate all of this. Nice to know someone’s got me.”

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i swear this is all for science

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#get you a guy who looks at you the same way peter looks at liz

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ILLYRIA DALMA:

Illyria had walked onto the prep school grounds to visit Xiaoli but now that she’d spotted the boy, cursing to himself, her path seemed to change. The energy around him felt changed, burned, and it was an energy she thought she recognized. When she felt that she was close enough to make it look coincidental, she looked straight at the boy. 

“So you’ve met a god?” she asked, unblinking. “Which one?”

In contrast to the stranger’s stony gaze, Emmy blinked several times at her. He really had to get out of the habit of talking to himself. The help usually paid him no mind at home unless he asked them a direct question, so they left him at peace. He was really unsure of how to answer the question. He couldn’t deny that she LOOKED like him and that in itself was untrustworthy.

“A sea god,” he stated blankly, keeping level eye contact to watch how she’d react. He then continued, “He’s got old school magic. The kind that people thought was abandoned at the bottom of the sea or stranded on the Isle, where the barrier kept it locked away.”

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THALIA DALMA:

it was the magic surrounding the boy that caught her attention. usually, thalia payed any magic she came across no mind, seeing as auradon was crawling with children of magical ilk. but as soon as she neared the boy while she was walking back to her dorm did she get hit full force with the niggling feeling of familiarity. dalma magic. her brother’s she guessed.

a small grin played across her lips, and only grew wider as she heard his words. she held her astronomy textbook loosely in her arms, as she whirled to face the boy. she masked her nasty grin with a saccharine smile. “ having a little trouble there ?? ” 

Maybe it was how similar the stranger looked or the fact that a familiar aura surrounded the two of them. But he was sure the woman in front of him was a Dalma. They were DANGEROUS and it clearly showed. Emmy’s eyes narrowed some as his hand reached up to his bicep. It was a bad habit he had to get out of so people didn’t question it, to automatically cover his wounds (even if they were previously covered). 

“Just a little, yeah... but you don’t have to worry about it,” Emmy said slowly. Just because he was sure of Valentine’s power didn’t mean that he knew how his sisters worked, as well. For all he knew, she could be twice as eager to curse him. Maybe Valentine was the tame one. Or not. He didn’t know. “It’ll get better eventually.”

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ITHACA WHITE:

“not when you’re being so obvious,” ithaca said, sitting down beside him. “besides, you know how things work with me. i’m not one for small talk.”

“Obvious?” Emmy repeated, almost offended she had said so. Eventually, a small, wry smile cracked onto his lips. “I guess neither of us ever were. But that doesn’t matter now. There are tons of better things to talk about than my depression.”

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SABRINA CANDY:

once she was over the initial shock, sabrina took a closer look at the scars. there was a pattern to them, different from normal scars, but they were still scars. something – someone – had hurt him, and so it didn’t matter to her how ‘pretty’ the markings may look. it wasn’t worth it if it was causing him pain.

she looked up, confused, ignoring her own glitch as she focused on him instead. “why would violet think it’s her fault?” she asked. she knew violet was a sensitive and sympathetic person in general, but she surely had a reason. “i’m not responsible, so it’s okay. i know that. i don’t even know what’s going on.” she gave him a small smile. “but you’re trusting me now. better late than never, right?”

Emmy took a deep breath and figured he needed to start somewhere for everything to make sense. “Violet... got tangled with a Dalma. They all have sea magic but I’m not sure if they’re all gods. I know the oldest is...” He wanted to trail off and leave it at that. Too far to do that now. “He broke her heart. She was so upset and he was... just so smug about it. Like it was a fucking hobby of his or something. What kind of person does that? Violet’s the sweetest! He’s some fucking sadist--” His words got sharper the longer he went on and soon, he had to stop himself as his skin started to sizzle and burn, the design inching further up his arms.

He inched away as if it was contagious. He looked away, trying to refocus his energy so he wouldn’t be so angry. “When I went to confront him about it, I got angry and started a fight. Guess who won?” he said, making a vague motion to his arms. “He cursed me somehow, someway. I don’t know how to fix it... yet.”

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[amongsttheunliving]

You’ve been depressed lately. (ithaca!)

SO THESE TWO LOSERS ARE IN THIS POST RIGHT HERE and legit i actually snorted when i saw this ask omg ithaCA PLS

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—(••÷[ @ithacawhite said: “You’ve been depressed lately.” ]

The boy was barely given a moment to even acknowledge Ithaca’s presence. He let out a defeated scoff, followed by a small smile. “Guess there’s no beating around the bush with you, huh?”

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Now that you’re dead, what are you gonna do with your life? (Warren)

OH DEAR MY SMOL SON IS BEING A BIT OF A PROBLEMATIC okay but actually emmy is an enigma sometimes he’s smol sometimes he’s problematic aNYWAY THE POST IS RIGHT HERE BB

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—(••÷[ @hitchhikerwarren said: “Now that you’re dead, what are you gonna do with your life? ]

Emmy furrowed his brow. “What are you on about?” he asked, squinting his eyes, “Are you trying to start something?”

[amongsttheunliving]

"If you were happy every day of your life, you wouldn't be a human being, you'd be a game show host." - Hikari

BAILEE THE THREAD IS OVER HERE AND TYSM LOWKEY SURPRISED HOW EMMY AND HIKARI ENDED UP FRIENDS BUT I LIVE FOR IT

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—(••÷[ @hikari-irino said: “If you were happy every day of your life, you wouldn't be a human being, you'd be a game show host.” ]

“I guess it’s a matter of ideals, isn’t it?” Emmy muttered, offering a shadowed smile to Hikari. “Ideally, you’d have more happy days than unhappy ones. Just seems lately, there’s been nothing but unhappy days.”

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SABRINA CANDY:

sabrina glitched on the spot, barely realising she’d done so. she was nervous, wondering what could possibly be wrong. this wasn’t like when emmy ended up in a fight or something similar, and he ended up with a bruise or two. this was something completely different. she could tell. he wouldn’t have any reason to hide it otherwise.

before she could ask what he meant by ‘cursed’, his shirt was off and she was staring. a barrage of emotions washed over her at once. anger at whoever did this to him. shame at not being able to help. sadness that emmy was going through something that seemed so painful. she glitched again. “but… but you don’t have to do it by yourself. and what if you get hurt even more because you’re trying to fix it all on your own? maybe i can’t do anything, but…”

Sometimes, when Emmy locked himself away in a corner of the library, he’d trace out the designs of the scars that had already begun to scab. He hated to admit how enchanting they looked at times (of course, when they weren’t being a bitch). He didn’t care much for how they looked right now, seeing the way Sabrina reacted to them. After a few more moments, he put his flannel back on, not wanting to draw any more attention to them than necessary.

When she glitched, Emmy instinctively reached out to console her. He knew the reaction was involuntary and he knew it played on her emotions. That was the part that bothered him. He stepped closer to her, gulping as if this was the first time all over again they were so close. “... Violet thinks it’s her fault,” Emmy started, “I didn’t want anyone else close to me to feel like they were responsible because of something I did. That’s on me, though, for not... for not trusting you the way I should.”