𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠

independent + private multimuse for original characters. sideblog to storiem. penned by emily (33 / est / 21+ ).

[emcreates]

i really thought i made up my mind ; hopped in the car and put it in drive; i tried to leave like a hundred times ; but something's stopping me every time . . .

#EMCREATES. an independent + private multi-muse for all original characters. penned and created by emily. thirty3. 21+.

001. rules. 002. muses ( bios to come ). 003. memes. 004. main blog.

[bywiley]

They're on the roof of The Roundhouse, he and @emcreates. He'd invited Liam up to it after the two found the inside of the bar to be presently far too loud. It wasn't usually as rowdy as it was tonight, but it seemed there was a good game of billiards occurring with a drinking game in tandem. He didn't mind noise at times, but he was in his head about preparing for his trip back to the west coast and it was just a bit on the too much side. He didn't mind Liam though, the guy wasn't an enigma of endless words. He was more of a silent type, speaking when he found it important or necessary. The two of them got along for that reason. Sully wasn't all that talkative, but he knew when conversation was good and tonight it felt like neither were fully up to speaking much. He was okay with that. Especially since Sully was debating how to go about telling Zara he was going west again and he was planning to do so alone.

He lifts the beer bottle that's in his hands, touching the mouth of it to his lips then tipping it to take a slow drink. His eyes are on the skyline of the small New York town, debating in that moment if he'd ever see it again after he went back west. He brings the beer away and sighs a little, shaking his head then speaking with a tip back. He looks up at the darkened night sky, spotting what stars he could see, "I have a dilemma in front of me, Magus."

♥

[emcreates]

he enjoys quiet moments like this. ian isn't one for small talk -- there's no use in filling up space just to ensure there's no silence. casual pleasantries makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up straight, and he often removes himself from the situation before most people realize he's here. ( the benefit of being able to blend in, he thinks. ) a beer bottle rests in one hand, finger tapping idly against the top as he looks up, enjoys the view of the night sky. ( sully is a good person to do this with, he thinks. they get along. they work the same. have been dealt the same shitty hand in life. birds of a feather, and all that. )

when his friend speaks, ian turns, looks to him from under the too big hat he's shoved onto his head. brow raised, he takes a small swig from his drink before he leans up, meets sully's eyes with his own. ❛ dilemma? ❜ he repeats, a little edge to his tone. ❛ is something goin' down tonight? ❜ he asks, clarifying if he should be ready to go.

[bywiley]

He'd been stewing since the conversation with Jillian regarding the Elliot situation. He was trying not to put much thought into it as to not mess with his head, but it was hard not to think about it. Either they were looking at bringing Elliot into the fold to some degree or losing Jillian to a life outside of Paradise. If it was the latter... their business would suffer significantly. That wasn't his only reason to be stuck in his head, no. The other was much personal, much more directed at himself than the state of this retreat. He loved Jillian. He's loved her for years and it has been detrimental to him. He had been too nervous in college to make a move on her and when he finally found the courage years later, locked into a well off place within Paradise? She'd laughed and waved him off, teasing that he was great with jokes. It had crushed something in him and tore whatever remained of it to pieces. He was ready for rejection, but to make her laugh and have her think it was just a joke? That had hurt more. So really, maybe it was a case of just not getting over it and he should. Maybe this was all one bigger slap in the face to get him to realize his lingering thoughts about Jillian were pointless.

When @emcreates enters his office he doesn't look up from where he's sat behind his desk, eyes on the keyboard in front of him and elbows resting by it. He's got fingers pressed to his temples and he's doing his best to focus his thoughts and get away from the ones regarding Jillian. He hears his brother sit in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the desk and his eyes shut, sigh escaping him, "What is it, Chadley?"

♥

[emcreates]

after jillian's announcement, vincent knew things were tense. though his stakes were less romantic when it came to involving someone else, he couldn't hide the nerves that bubbled in his chest at the thought of having to welcome someone new into the fold. ( and yes, elliot was new. despite how long they'd been together, elliot had no clue what it took for the three of them to run paradise successfully. quietly, without a fuss. bringing someone new in jeopardizes their entire ecosystem. )

he needs to talk to victor. his brother. they need to sort this out together.

he enters, quietly, and isn't shocked at the sight he's met with. there's a sigh that escapes his lips, and vincent settles himself into the chair in front of his desk. ( sideways, of course, legs dangling off the right arm chair. for fun. )

❛ you know what it is, ❜ he starts, tone unusually serious. a hand comes up to tug off his sunglasses, letting them clip and hang from the collar of his white tank top. ❛ we can't let him join us, ❜ he adds, nodding. ❛ i know that you're feelings around it are more... complicated than mine, ❜ he pauses, head tilting, ❛ but either way -- we can't let it happen. we can't put our lives at risk. ❜ hands fall to his lap, link together as they rest over his stomach. ❛ i came here to strategize. ❜

[emcreates]

tag dwop.

#⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ────── im ian.

#⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ────── chadley riley.

#⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ────── liam dupont.

[emcreates]

okay! let us consider this an official STARTER CALL. muse information (including bios) can be found here. please specify muse in the replies!

[emcreates]

I DID IT. i finished everyone's bios!!!! click their names on this page so you can read all about them!! i'll be posting a separate starter call once people are more familiar with that these characters are all about. :)

[emcreates]

it was only slightly intimidating being the new person on the team. these people seemed like they had history, a foundation that was stronger than anything else. ( that's how podcasts have to be, nowadays, in order to survive. )

maybe it was this town. though emmaline never pictured herself moving somewhere quiet and seaside, she certainly doesn't hate it. it's just... new. just like this job! and the overall experience of starting a journey.

so, she's maybe a little too eager as she sits next to @witchwood, thumbs tapping against the table as she scans her face for any sign of approval. ( to a degree, it's very hard to mess up sound editing, but... still. everyone loves the sign of a job well done. )

❛ how does it sound? ❜ she asks, unable to sit in silence any longer.

starter call.

[emcreates]

dual streams were new. fun. he hadn't gotten a chance to try one for himself, yet, but watching other people do it was just as fun. ( or he imagines, anyways. )

either way, it's nice to support his friends. @dearests was someone he'd unexpectedly gotten to know. ( through his friendship with tanner, a friendship with mallory also blossomed. despite his limited knowledge and small set of interpersonal skills, juwon had managed to make no one, but two friends in the past six months -- an extreme improvement from years past. )

as the stream winds down, juwon unmutes himself, chuckling as he begins to speak. ❛ that was fun, ❜ he comments earnestly. ❛ you guys should do this more often -- seriously! ❜

starter call.

[emcreates]

juwon doesn't talk much during discord calls. he's not one for polite conversation or meaningless chatter. ( maybe it's the introvert in him -- perhaps he's unsure of where he stands within this group, despite the months he's put into his character. ) still, he sits, listening with intent as icastfireball remains online and ready for missions.

a ping from his friend makes him a little confused, and when he's asked to join a side channel, he doesn't even need to excuse himself. ( in fact, no one really noticed he was there. oh, well. )

so, with a quick click, he enters the voice chat, meeting @favoritz with an instant, ❛ -- hey, man. what's going on? ❜

starter call.

[emcreates]

god, it's hot. it's almost unusual, given the environment they're in. ( not that nathan minds, really. a day where the sun is shining is still a win, regardless of if that sun comes with humidity. ) it pours through the windows, makes him blink as he shuffles through the small kitchen area. ( small is almost an overstatement. )

still, he's able to shuffle around, pick up his mug of coffee, and let himself outside. onto the porch, where @favoritz is already wide awake and greeting the day. ( good for jasper! )

❛ mornin', buddy! ❜ he greets, tone a little too bright for how early it is ( or could be ). leaning over the bannister, nathan takes a long sip from his coffee, letting the caffeine settle into his system. ❛ see anything fun while the rest of us were gettin' our heads on straight? ❜

starter call.

[emcreates]

there's dirt under his nails as he scrubs his hands in the sink. ( this part of the process is the most familiar. the most relaxing, in a way. the repetition, the finality of it all makes a sense of ease rest in the pit of nathaniel's stomach. ) hands move, letting the soap rub into his skin. the warmth of the water washes away the last remnants of the night, leaving nathaniel looking exactly the way he did a mere two hours ago. like nothing was wrong. ( and now, nothing is wrong. )

he towels his hands dry before exiting his en suite bathroom. @favoritz sits on the couch, waiting. though his footsteps are quiet, his step-brother knows when he approaches, sliding down the cushions to let him settle in.

once he's seated, his arms fall to his legs. palms upturned, nathaniel gives them a once over, turning to corey with a slight smirk. ❛ squeaky clean, ❜ he comments, a little prideful in his delivery. ❛ did you sort everything out with..., ❜ he pauses, lips pursed to imply the unspoken end. ( the body. )

starter call.

[heartaces]

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 GALE EDITION ⟶ part one

“charming. hell is truly where we make it.” 

“all right, let that anger out however you see fit.” 

“i think i’ll need a drink with the rest of that story.”

“better safe than, well, dead.” 

“i see the art of eloquence is alive and well.”

“i’m awed, impressed, and a little bit scared of you right now.” 

“let’s try to be diplomatic, shall we?” 

“the dignified thing for me to say is ‘no, of course not. forthrightness before all’, but honestly? yes… i would have rather you lied.”

“you and i have very different definitions of right and wrong.”

“given my propensity towards verbosity, it surely can’t be a surprise that i have a practised tongue.” 

“if you think you know best, go right ahead.” 

“allow me to live dangerously while i still can.” 

“if you use that knife, i will incinerate you.” 

“sweet that you care enough to murder me… mind me if you don’t?”

“i’m an open book, requiring only your gentle hands to turn my pages.”

“oh, now that can’t be comfortable. especially for the corpses.”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but i think i’ve just lost all respect for you.”

“hmm… good back support, but a little too tyrannical for my taste.” 

“we all have our quirks when it comes to using magic. some more than others.”

“ha, you truly are testing the patience of a man who could level a city if he wished, you know.”

“i find you quite irresistible. even illuminated by such rotten light as this place produces.”

“i hope i didn’t make too much of an ass of myself just now.”

“that’s… it? she ‘annoyed you’? if that was just cause for killing someone i’d be dead a thousand times over!”

“might i suggest that was a little too easy?”

“well, this seems as good a time as any for me to stop babbling on.”

“the hand that feeds is the hand that’s loved. it’ll never leave your side now.” 

“stop licking the damn thing!” 

“i hope it has been made abundantly clear that to kill me is… counterproductive.”

“a little premature for us to start celebrating, i suppose.” 

“there is poetry to be found in even the dingiest of holes.” 

“destroying magic like this was my bread and butter.”

“generosity is always a noble virtue - whether it be in the streets, at the charity box, or betwixt the sheets.”

 “not how i would’ve done it.”

“i suppose such wicked killers deserve wicked ends.” 

“oh, i do apologize. i meant: are you studied in magic? namely: are you a wizard? which you are not.”

“your hide, your choice. not quite my cup of tea, though.” 

“wonderful! the more, the merrier.” 

“as an expert on the subject - i’d like to point out that blowing oneself up is never the solution.”

“i have a cat, a library, and a weakness for a good glass of wine. and if the mood takes me, i’m known to try my hand at poetry.” 

“how about now you make him kiss your feet next?”

“she’s, erm, perhaps a little rough around the edges… but i suppose i can be smooth enough for two.” 

[emcreates]

have a hero who must be BOLD.

#EMCREATES ; an independent + private multi-muse consisting of original characters. ( follows from #storiem ). friend focused + intertwined. created by emily. 21+.

[emcreates]

okay!! i've got the basics set up here of my charas, will work on bios as i have time and inspo throughout the week. for now, if anyone would like a starter, like this post and specify who from!

[emcreates]

tag drop .

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚  ────── mickey reyes.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ────── kim juwon.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ────── emmaline charlie.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ────── jeremy biachinni.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ────── nathan greene.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ────── nathaniel mason.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ────── kang matthew.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ────── ooc.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ────── meme.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ────── answered meme.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ────── starter call.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ────── headcanon.