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“Judge a rose by its thorns.”
VoideMarked - Indie Emily Kaldwin rp ♕ Medium Chaos ♕ Open to all Dishonored characters and OCs
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Hey, first time using Tumblr as a rp platform, but I’ve been roleplaying online since 2007. Hoping to have a good time, but slightly intimidated by all the other rp blogs, heh.
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❝ I’ll be there for you as the world falls down. ❞
Few knew how bad nights could get for the Empress. Fair, they had grown less frequent as the years passed- but this time of year, she often found herself remembering that terrible, terrifying day. The aftermath remained something of a fog until her rescue; she knew now that shock helped to blur that trauma. But the flashbulb memory, sharp and clear as a strike of lightning, lingered as she remembered the vision of her mother’s demise.
They had a code for these nights- she left him a note to say the shadows came calling again, and then she’d promptly retire to the safety of her hidden chamber and wrap herself in a few blankets til the fear passed. When he made the time ( he always made the time ) Corvo would follow and help her through the panic. This time, he had an arm around her, grounding her, soothing her with a quiet oath. And she laughed. Perhaps that was the wrong reaction- quiet, soft laughter, soggy with tears- but it came out all the same.
“You already have, Corvo. You’ve been there since the world fell down.” But there’s a smile beneath the wet spots on her cheeks. The calm was coming at last, leaving her queasy but alright, and she knew she’d be off to bed soon to catch what scant hours’ rest she could. But for now, this was nice- a quiet moment of warmth between her and her father, sharing in a loss only they could truly comprehend. “But thank you. It’s nice to hear.”
Does Emily blame Corvo for her mother's death? How would you describe her relationship with her father? Also what's her favorite food?
She did, once upon a time. When she was very little she demanded Corvo admit why he couldn’t protect her Mother. She screamed and threw a tantrum until the real emotions ( loneliness, the emotional exhaustion of a child without childhood ) came to the fore. Now that she’s older, now that she’s learned and understood, she knows for a fact that Corvo did all he could. He came for Emily, he saved her from becoming some political pawn. It was the Whalers, it was Daud. Not Corvo.
First and foremost she respects him. Corvo, even before she fully understood what he was to her, was a stable piece of comfort in her life. He always knew how to bring a smile from her mom. He always made time for her. And when the world fell apart, he was willing to work his way up a dangerous chain of enemies to bring her home. She respected him before she loved him, and as she grew more into her role, it did grow to a love that would be unbreakable. Her father was steadfast in supporting her. He didn’t do as others did, didn’t try to pull the rug out from under her or shape her in a way that would harm her people. He shaped her, yes, but into an instrument of strength and mercy. She grew stubborn as age caught up with her- she wasn’t given a childhood, she hadn’t the luxury, and it’s obvious that she has a hard time always keeping her maturity in line. So she chafes against his gilded cage once in a while and runs when she can ( though it takes ages to realize she’s been shadowed ) but she still deeply cares for him.
She’s got a sweet tooth a mile long- part of never growing up properly, she supposed. She’s always been made to eat food that’s good for her. But by all that’s good in this world, there’s nothing quite so delightful as a chocolate pastry. Cake, cookie, whatever pastries they have in Gristol- they’re all far better when slathered in chocolate. It’s a luxury she takes for granted- or perhaps abuses as is her wont as Empress.
When did emily start #blazinit? What's her favourite word? How many languages does she speak?
I like to think Jessamine asked her to wait until she was older to try, and Emily remembered that when she grew up. After all, she almost certainly saw the Empress with her hookah. It’s implied that her mother smoked with frequency. Still, with as much strain as she’s under, it wasn’t too old. Probably around fifteen? Also please mom it’s not weed. Yet.
She loves the sound of the word eloquence. Something about the syllables, their pattern and the feel of the stress in the end just feels good. It also implies something she doesn’t always believe about herself- a power over words, a strength over conveying thoughts to others, that she cannot always bring to the fore. But she prides herself in the attempt.
Several. The Empire must have some common tongue, along with whatever else is spoken in Gristol. Likely she also knows some Serkonan and at least marginal greetings in any other prominent languages with whom the Empire holds sway. But masterfully, she knows probably about 3 or 4.
Heartless challenge, Pick your path and I’ll pray, Wake up in the morning, See, your SUNRISE loves to go down.
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ＬＡＢＹＲＩＮＴＨ → the sentence meme
Below you will find quotes taken directly or paraphrased from the movie 'Labyrinth'. You know, the one starring David Bowie's bulge. Send in one of the following to see how my muse reacts:
❝ I ask for so little. ❞
❝ Just let me rule you, and you can have everything that you want. ❞
❝ Just fear me, love me - do as I say and I will be your slave.❞
❝ You remind me of the babe. ❞
❝ That’s not fair! ❞
❝ Give me the child. ❞
❝ You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is? ❞
❝ I have been generous up ‘til now; I can be cruel. ❞
❝ You cowered before me, I was frightening. ❞
❝ I have reordered time; I have turned this world upside down, and I have done it all for you! ❞
❝ I am exhausted from living up to your expectations. ❞
❝ Isn’t that generous? ❞
❝ Your mother is a fraggin’ aardvark! ❞
❝ Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you. ❞
❝ I move the stars for no one. ❞
❝ Your eyes can be so cruel. ❞
❝ If she ever kisses you, I’ll turn you into a prince. ❞
❝ If he ever kisses you, I’ll turn you into a princess. ❞
❝ You’re him, aren’t you? ❞
❝ You’re her, aren’t you? ❞
❝ My will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great. ❞
❝ You have no power over me. ❞
❝ How you turn my world, you precious thing. ❞
❝ Well then, come on, which way? ❞
❝ Which way do you want to go, hm? ❞
❝ Was that wrong? ❞
❝ I’ve brought you a gift. ❞
❝ But if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams. ❞
❝ In nine hours and twenty-three minutes…you’ll be mine. ❞
❝ Where you goin’ with a head like that? ❞
❝ No, I said ‘allo’, but that’s close enough. ❞
❝ It’s only forever, not long at all. ❞
❝ All right then, throw down your weapons, and I’ll see that you’re well-treated. ❞
❝ Don’t tell me truth hurts, because it hurts like hell. ❞
❝ No one can blame you for walking away. ❞
❝ I don’t know why, but every now and again in my life - for no reason at all - I need you. ❞
❝ The way forward is sometimes the way back. ❞
❝ It’s very rude to stare! ❞
❝ What did you have to go and do a thing like that for? ❞
❝ What’d you expect fairies to do? ❞
❝ What’s the matter, my dear, don’t like your toys? ❞
❝ There’s such a sad love, deep in your eyes. ❞
❝ I’ll place the sky within your eyes. ❞
❝ What kind of magic spell to use? ❞
❝ I’ll paint you mornings of gold. ❞
❝ I’ll spin you Valentine evenings. ❞
❝ I’ll be there for you as the world falls down. ❞
❝ We’re choosing the path between the stars. ❞
❝ I’ll leave my love between the stars. ❞
❝ How you turned my world, you precious thing. ❞
❝ You starve and near exhaust me. ❞
❝ I do believe in you. ❞
❝ I live without the sunlight. ❞
❝ I love without your heartbeat. ❞
❝ I can’t live within you. ❞
( would anyone happen to know some good places to get screencaps/icon bases for emily i only have like 20 icons )
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Emily could hardly always find the thing to say. While she was skilled enough in most cases, when the day was nearing its end, she often found herself tongue tied. She was exhausted from a long day at court ( such bickering she had been faced with- it took a will of steel to hold her tongue ) and her nightly adventures deprived her even more of the sleep she so favored. Tonight, though, she was determined to rest for a bit. She’d take whatever kindness she could.
It appeared her exhaustion had not escaped the notice of at least one person in her inner circle. Wyman was seated in her chambers, and Emily couldn’t hide a smile of relief at the sight. “Wonder who let you in,” she said with a sidelong smile at the guard who closed her door. She doubted her Protector didn’t have a hand in it. Not that she minded much- she’d appreciate a bit of peace and rest with Wyman.
“What brought you here at this hour? Seems to me like its the time most people are readying for bed.”
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Emily’s keen eyes swept the back streets they called a training ground This was a test of her own perception. Most nights, Corvo tested her by sending her into stealth after him- she was to steal some pouch from his person, or evade his detection as she assaulted him. As much as it had pained her once to do so, she found it much easier now. But some nights she was pressed to this kind of task- find him before he found her.
And she was made all the more painfully aware of her shortcomings should she fail.
Fingers rested lightly over the hilt of the wooden sword with which she practiced. She’d have only one chance if she were to catch him- she knew her father would take whatever opening he could. He was a teacher as relentless as the streets he grew up on. Not even his imperial daughter was spared the stern lessons. She was just spared the damage of broken skin.
Keen ears caught the faintest whisper of a sound- was that him? Perhaps she was less involved as usual, but she was eager to test it. She drew the sword ( a wordless indication she had made her choice ) and turned to protect herself against whatever the noise would bring to bear.
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Emily, my daughter... My last thought will be that I love you.
( hey i’ve only got half my verses typed up but hit that like for a starter anyway!! )
She’s content with side-eyeing her family quite hard from a safe distance.
I want to point this out because for one thing, Meagan’s fondness for Emily is really cute, but for another thing, I want to point out that she has to yell at the Empress of the Isles for putting dusty boots on the table, with implied frequency
