I AM LOST WITHOUT YOU.

𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜!

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𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗘! 𝗜'𝗠 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗚𝗨𝗡!  ...  𝙄'𝙈 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿!      

a private and semi-selective portrayal of the daughter from team starkid’s “the trail to oregon”. canon friendly with themes of horror incorporated into the meta. fandom verses available for s.tranger t.hings, hatchetfield, s.tar w.ars, a.merican horror s.tory, and more. originally established in 2020. 

𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯 : mothers and daughters, regret, homesickness, the wolf and the lamb, and girlhood.

icon and mobile header credit:  @70th.

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what if i said i was working on my shelly blog. what then

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ehehehehehehehe @lenorest​

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what if i said i was working on my shelly blog. what then

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i’m watching love between fairy and devil and this? this is the content my emily muse wants.

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this show has me acting up so *bangs a cup against the bars of my cage* spare ships? spare ships please

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i’m watching love between fairy and devil and this? this is the content my emily muse wants.

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𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙶𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙱𝚈 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀an independent study of the daughter, from the team st*rkid “the trail to oregon”. penned on and off again since twenty-twenty, with plenty of aus and fandom verses to choose from.

𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝗶𝗻:      MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS, REGRET, HOMESICKNESS, THE WOLF AND THE LAMB, AND GIRLHOOD.

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taking a lil inspo from the show itself + fan theories but. ghost emily who has been dead for so long that she no longer remembers her name and/or life. esp a ghost emily that drowned in the columbia river and never reunited with her family.

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hold on gotta thwack em with a stick

[kedvesems]

[sattelite-of-love]

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types of girls, heroines of classic literature edition

anna karenina: flair for the dramatic, still reads children's books, always drinks tea with her cake, looks fantastic in velvet, gets excited when it snows

cosette: bakes sweets for her friends, the nicest person in any room, owns too many heart shaped lockets, wears pink blush every day, still enjoys milk and cookies, would do anything for those closest to her

holly golightly: always sleeping, takes taxis everywhere, never lets her emotions show, more issues than vogue, only wears ballet flats, regularly has champagne for breakfast, collects perfume ads, loves the rain

daisy buchanan: takes bubble baths, wears a lot of sparkly headbands, always drives over the speed limit, constantly flirting, can't make decisions on her own, wears pink all the time, confetti in her hair

isabel archer: loves old bookstores, owns more than one beret, eats french pastries at coffee shops, too busy to date, passionate about literature and history, intensely american but secretly wants a british accent

marguerite gautier: likes glittery makeup, has a season pass to the ballet, keeps bonbons in her evening bag, has a charge account at all the best boutiques, owns pink silk bed sheets, keeps too many perfume bottles on her vanity table, writes love letters exclusively in french

emma bovary: sits around in lingerie and cries, always falling in love, watches too many black-and-white films from the 1940s, keeps a diary, survives on rose macarons, would rather be in paris

tess durbeyfield: always in a silk hair ribbon, looks like a sweetheart but will definitely kill you, stress baker, only wears pastel shades, eats frosting out of the tube, has a heart of gold and tons of girl friends

catherine barkley: hopeless romantic, long shiny hair, eats dessert first, stronger than she looks, loves being kissed, wears extravagant nightgowns, saves perfumed love letters, only wants to be with her boyfriend and a few close friends, loves europe, smells like cinnamon

natasha rostova: wants to be a ballerina inside a snowglobe, reads a lot of fairy tales, has snowflakes on her eyelashes, secretly twirls in ball gowns in front of her bedroom mirror, always laughing

estella havisham: signature look of liquid eyeliner and red lipstick, wants to be alone, frosty brunette, has a closet full of louboutins, drinks a glass of wine every night, too sarcastic for her own good

tagged by : nah tagging :  you!

[daughterats]

what crystal are you?

ROSE QUARTZ

 you have a strong heart and a warmth which spills forth almost effortlessly. no one knows how hard it is for you to feel so much. no one knows how difficult it is to keep your heart open no matter how often it is broken. you're a romantic. it doesn't have to be sexual in nature. you appreciate connections of all kinds. but sometimes you feel like few people truly know you. there's more than meets the eye. when was the last time you allowed yourself to be angry? when was the last time you let your darkness show through. let people know what lies beyond the glitter and polish.

TAGGED BY: @hiveruled​ <3 TAGGING: @girlseventeen, @darlingflight, @sugarpapillon, @17goiingunder, and you!

[azzehkarla]

My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. U might have the strength and size but I have pure, unfiltered rage.

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@pinkogenius​ wrote,      ❝   What's   your   favorite   scary   movie   ?   ❞

grave encounters

every step emily takes lands with precaution; she is carrying her father’s not-so-new, but all-the-same beloved camcorder. now, she’s not sure how he will feel about her capturing ghosts on top of precious family video, but peter’s first steps aren’t that memorable anyway. but! filming the first ghost ever caught on camera? not only is that memorable, but it will make their family rich. like, stupidly rich. even after she shares with svetlana ... which emily supposes she will, just to be a good person.

“isn’t it creepy to think how many people died here?”   that question is the cherry on top of this gloomy atmosphere; the dank smell and alarming graffiti on the old asylum walls are not enough for this explorer.   “oh man   —   y’know what’s really creepy? if somebody died in here, but they weren’t even crazy. that’s so sad, isn’t it? i just t—“   whatever emily thinks is cut off as a creak, too akin to a groan for her liking, pushes her right out of her skin. 

good lord, she thinks she almost saw jesus.

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@girlseventeen​ wrote,      “What’s your favorite scary movie?” 

it

"i can’t meet you at the library this weekend,”   emily doesn’t seem all the sorry about the rain check she’s writing, but it’s not her fault!   “my mom doesn’t want me going out by myself, with all the kids going missing.”   now, it’s probable that sue or jack dikrats would gladly drive their one and only daughter to and from the library on saturday. anything to further their baby’s education, right? but that’s not what emily wants to focus on. instead, she leans in, gossip burning at her lips.   “y’know, i knew the last kid?”   maybe he isn’t the last one any longer, but that’s not what’s important.

with hushed breath, emily continues,   “he came to my brother’s last birthday. i don’t think they were friends but   —   he was so little ... who could hurt a little kid like that?”   the blonde shakes her head in dismay, as she sits back in her chair.   “my mom is even forcing my dad to pick me and peter up from school today. she’s scared.”   frankly, emily is too.

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ycllowhaired​.

            she  is  not  a  humorous  person.  johanna  knows  this  well.  she  cannot  remember  a  single  time  where  there  was  laughter  in  the  big  house  in  london  where  she  was  raised.  it  is  difficult  to  learn  how  to  make  another  person  laugh  if  she’s  hardly  ever  experienced  it  before.  

            ❝  um,  well,  yes.  ❞  johanna  tries  to  avoid  it  all  she  can.  it’s  not  as  simple  as  she  would  prefer  it  to  be.  then  again,  neither  has  been  most  of  the  things  in  her  life.  ❝  sometimes  you  just  see  something  and  you  .  .  .  even  if  you’re  awake.  it  just  hurts  somehow.  ❞

            most  people  don’t  ask  questions  like  that.  especially  not  people  like  emily  who  seem  to  have  the  corner  of  her  lips  up  in  a  smile  or  a  good  laugh  in  her  chest.  not  girls  who  have  so  much  more  life.  

            ❝  do  you  have  nightmares?  ❞

she’s never been a child that’s understood boundaries well   —   the question of what? sits on the tip of emily’s tongue. what form do johanna’s nightmares take? there is no one in her family that emily can tell hers to. her mother and father will be horrified, and peter is too little to place this rock on his shoulders. maybe grandpa will understand, but grandpa doesn’t understand too much of anything these days. mama says it’s a miracle they still have him   —   daddy seems slightly reluctant to agree.

“some nights i have to wake mama up,”   the reality is that she brings her quilt into her parents’ room and curls up at the foot of their bed   —   mama doesn’t notice until the morning, when she trips over the sleeping girl.   “i don’t feel safe by myself ... even after i check all the shutters are locked.”   bandit men aren’t stopped by locks, that’s why they’re bandits of course.

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honestly a huge part of emily’s arch is realizing that she’s not ready to be entirely grown up and that she still relies on the love and support of her family, which is just as/even more important than romantic love. especially a romantic love she rushed into (partially) out of rebellion. emily was looking for love on the trail, and along the way realized how much her mother does love her, even if she has her own funny way of voicing it. in turn, sue learned that she is pushing her daughter away when deep down, all emily wants is to be held close.