our souls met before our eyes did

27. witchy twitch streamer.

[emupowell]

" let's play a love game... "

hiya, i'm steph or stephanie or hey you! and this is emily! please plot with meeeeee!!

full name : emily jane powell nickname(s) : em, emi, emu (twitch) date of birth : january 1, 1998 parentage : louise & brad powell gender identity : cis female ( she/her ) romantic orientation : panromantic sexual orientation : pansexual

BIOGRAPHY: (highlights)

her mom is a witch and her dad is a non-magical person

her parents want her to become the most she can be in both worlds

her powers manifested when she was sixteen

she knows a variety of things, but her main witch domain is love

she loves the outdoors

she's a twitch streamer under the name emujane

she has an aunt named polly and an uncle named rhett

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

co-workers / manager at the golden spoon

besties/casual friendships/new friendships/twitch friends

fwb’s/hook ups/ enemies with benefits??

exes; bitter or not

anything else!!

BIOGRAPHY: (full)

emily jane powell was born into a double life, balancing the ordinary existence of a non-magic person with the extraordinary world of witchcraft. The only child of louise, a powerful witch, and brad, a non-magic individual, emily’s childhood was a unique blend of mystical and mundane. From a young age, her days were filled with rigorous training and ancient lore, preparing her for a life of spellwork and elemental mastery. louise, her mother, hoped emily would continue the family’s magical legacy, while brad encouraged her to appreciate the simpler, non-magical aspects of life.

emily loved the outdoors and hoped that when her powers manifested, they would be related to plants. she envisioned herself working with nature, nurturing and growing life. however, when her powers finally emerged on her sixteenth birthday—just like her mother’s had—they revealed an affinity for love magic. this unexpected gift added another layer of complexity to her already challenging life, as love magic required a delicate balance of emotions and intentions.

despite her upbringing and the expectations placed upon her, emily harbored a passion far removed from the demanding world of witchcraft. she found solace in the glow of her computer screen, immersing herself in the vibrant community of online gaming and streaming. introduced to video games at a friend’s house when she was ten years old, emily quickly fell in love with the immersive worlds and engaging challenges they offered. gaming became her escape, a way to be herself without the weight of her mother’s magical legacy or her father’s non-magic expectations.

as she entered her teenage years, the conflict between her dual identities became more pronounced. emily respected her parents and understood the importance of their worlds, but she yearned for a life where she could pursue her passions freely. this internal struggle often left her feeling torn, caught between two worlds that seemed incompatible.

to strike a balance, emily negotiated with her parents. she agreed to continue her magical training and responsibilities if she could also dedicate time to her streaming career. reluctantly, louise and brad agreed, and emily began blending her two worlds in unique ways. she often live-streamed her gaming sessions, sometimes incorporating subtle magical elements as “special effects” to entertain her audience, who remained blissfully unaware of the true source of her abilities.

[kaceyrps]

148 gifs of Olivia Holt in Totally Killer can be found in the source link. these are all from scratch so please don’t edit or claim as your own. if you plan on using these gifs please reblog this post.

triggers: alcohol, facial cuts, blood, food, flashing lights

[stefansalvatored]

Gif Pack: Olivia Holt

By clicking the gif page in the source link below, you will find 117 textless gifs of Olivia Holt as Tandy Bowen in Marvel: Cloak & Dagger (episodes 1-5 in season 2). All of these gifs were made by me for roleplay use. The sizes of the gifs are all 245px in width and 180px in height (245x180), and below 3.0 MB. Please like or reblog if you found these gifs helpful! If you like my work, please consider buying me a coffee (kofi linked on my blog!). I would like to make more gif packs, but they are extremely time consuming!

Trigger/Content Warning: Alcohol Please: Do not repost or redistribute, claim as your own, or repost in a gif hunt. Thanks and enjoy!

[hartrps]

OLIVIA HOLT GIF PACK

By clicking HERE, you will find #228 gifs of Olivia Holt in Turkey Drop. All of these gifs were made by me for roleplay purposes only, so please don’t add them into gif hunts, repost them, or claim them as your own. Please like/reblog if using, thank you!

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olivia holt gif pack masterlist

all gifs of olivia holt

cruel summer

season one, episode one

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[megedonnelly]

･:*:･ﾟ by clicking THE SOURCE LINK you will find #231 new 268x151 gifs of Oliva Holt in Cruel Summer, Season 1, Episode 9, bringing the total to 1197  gifs for episodes 1-9. All of these gifs were made by me from scratch, so please like/reblog if you find these helpful in any way.  You may edit these gifs, but you must give credit if you do.

[auradonrps]

olivia holt - gif hunt

under the cut there are # 88 154 small/medium mostly hq gifs of the enviably gorgeous olivia holt, from her new movie “the standoff”. the update is at the bottom. all credit for the gifs goes to me since i made them, and if you’d like to use it for whatever, like/reblog and have a chill day!

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[diegocalva]

ARCHIE RENAUX

The Other Zoey (2023)

[ssoveiagifs]

by clicking on the SOURCE LINK of this post, you’ll be able to access 38 GIFS of OLIVIA HOLT in LAID (season one, episodes 2, 4 & 5). all these gifs are made by me, so please keep in mind the following guidelines when using them: do not edit them by altering the psd, cropping them without my permission first, or in any other manner; do not add them to gif hunts, or use them for crackships; do not claim them as your own; do not use them for taboo themes and hollywood roleplays. if you plan on using these gifs, please consider giving this post a REBLOG as it really makes all the difference. thank you very much.

trigger warnings: eating, food.

[jericho-gifs]

Olivia Holt Gif Pack

Click in the source link for 299 gifs of Olivia Holt in Class Rank.

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[kaixwinter]

Emily was such a big part of Kai's life, and he knew he'd done more than enough to warrant her never speaking to him again. But, she was a better person than that, and for that he was grateful. For as long as he could remember, she had been his rock, and more than anything he wanted them to get back to how things had been before. This was a small step, but it was a step, and that's what counted.

He walked inside and followed Emily to the kitchen. "I'll take whatever is on offer." He said, putting the bag of snacks down on the counter and started unpacking it. He'd gone more than a little overboard, getting all of Emily's favourites as well as a few of his own. He'd even stopped by his mom's house and got her to make some of the cookies she'd always made for the two of them when they were kids.

"So, what movies are we gonna watch? It's not all gonna be fucking chick flicks is it? Because I'm not sure I could handle that."

[emupowell]

Emily glanced over her shoulder at Kai as he spoke, the corners of her mouth twitching like she couldn’t decide whether to smirk or roll her eyes. She wanted to be mad at him—hell, she had been mad at him. Hurt, disappointed, unsure if she could even trust him the way she used to. But then he’d shown up with that awkward, hopeful look on his face when they spoke outside of the Asteroid Arcade. Now he was showing up with a bag full of nostalgia and favorites, and something in her chest softened.

"First of all," she said, grabbing a tub of popcorn from the bag and setting it aside, "I told you I was picking the first movie, and I’m starting with Practical Magic, so suck it up." She looked at him fully now, her expression gentler than her words. “Second of all… you really went all out, huh?”

Her fingers brushed the edge of the cookie tin, the same blue one his mom had used since they were kids. That alone nearly undid her. There was so much history and love here. Despite her anger and the hurt she felt, she knew she would forgive Kai especially when he was doing his best to make up for everything. He was her best friend.

Emily stepped into the adjoined living room grabbing the remote and flopped onto the couch, patting the spot beside her. “Now come sit down, shut up, and get emotionally wrecked by Sandra Bullock with me.”

[kaixwinter]

LOCATION: Emily's Place FOR: @emupowell

To say they had been through a rough patch would be an understatement. But, it felt like things between them were almost back on track. And, in an attempt to get that final push, Kai had decided that he and Emily were long overdue for a movie night. So, he'd pick up a bunch of their favourite snacks and made his way over to Emily's place.

He really missed Emily more than he could even put into words, so he'd been doing everything he could to make up for all of the things that he done, not just to her but to everyone he cared about. It had been a long road, but it was one he was determined to follow through.

Normally, Kai would've just let himself in, but this time he decided it was better to knock. So, he did just that, and waited for the door to open before stepping inside. "I come bearing snacks. Probably more snacks than we need, but better to have too much than not enough, right?"

[emupowell]

Emily was relieved when Kai reached out about a movie night—she had missed him more than she cared to admit. Even during their rough patch, when things had been tense and uncertain, the absence of his presence had weighed on her. No matter what, he had always been a part of her life, and she was grateful they were finding their way back to that.

She could see he was doing better now, and knowing he was with her cousin brought an unexpected sense of comfort. If she couldn’t always be there for him, at least someone she trusted could.

At the sound of the knock, Emily opened the door, her smile easy and warm as she stepped aside to let him in. “No one’s ever going to complain about too many snacks,” she teased, shutting the door behind him.

She motioned for him to follow her into the kitchen, her tone light. “What do you want to drink?”

[kaixwinter]

Had the store been bigger, Kai probably could've gotten away with avoiding Emily for a little longer. Things were still weird between them, and he was still at a loss as to how he could fix it. But, he figured avoiding her in a small space was probably not the way to do it, so he plucked up some courage and walked over to her. He wasn't sure what he was going to say, but as he stood near her, she spoke first. "I do actually, yeah." It was habit to keep a stock of his friends favourite snacks up in his apartment, and even though it had been a while since Emily had come over, he'd still made sure there was something there for her.

"You can go up and help yourself if you want." He offered, figuring she'd know exactly where to find the snacks. She'd been the one to help him figure out his snack storage system when he'd moved in, and he hadn't changed it since then. "Just don't let the others know."

[emupowell]

She glanced over at him as he answered, her gaze drifting toward the ceiling as if she could somehow see into his apartment—though, of course, she couldn’t. A faint hunger was beginning to creep in, even though she’d eaten just a few hours ago. When Kai suggested she could go upstairs and help herself, her eyes flicked back to him. "Is Sam up there?" she asked, knowing she was stalling.

The excuse was flimsy at best, but something about going upstairs felt too familiar, and she wasn’t sure why she was hesitating. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been up there a hundred times before. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe she wasn’t ready for things to go back to normal—if that was even possible. “I heard he’s been staying here a lot,” she added, as if that made a difference. As if that explained why she suddenly felt like a guest in a place that used to feel like a second home.

[kellyxbaudelaire]

Kelly wanted to snicker at that . . . almost as much as she wanted to see them. “That would definitely be a thought. Though he might try to bribe us all into singing, and I’m not sure if that wouldn’t be worse than questionable taste.”

As Emily’s words broke off, Kelly slowly nodded. She made a sweeping glance around the room “We’ve got at least two wolves in here,” she murmured. Something she knew without question considering she and her dad were both here. And she could already feel the jitters for the coming night. She seriously needed to consider joining a pack or finding one. Her control was still iffy – sometimes she had it down pat, but other times, she woke up to a rabbit carcass or two that she really didn’t remember chasing. Biting her lip, Kelly considered the witches she knew in the store.

Then she drew in a breath and met Emily’s eyes. “Do you think anyone has some mountain ash?”

[emupowell]

Emily’s stomach dropped. Two wolves in here—at least? Her eyes flicked over the room, scanning faces, trying to pick out who might already be feeling the pull of the full moon. It wasn’t like she had a sixth sense for werewolves, but she had grown up in this town long enough to have a good guess.

Her gaze snapped back to Kelly, noting the tension in her posture. Not just concern—anticipation. Emily had a feeling she wasn’t just worried about the others.

At the mention of mountain ash, she let out a slow breath, quickly running through her mental inventory of magic supplies. “I don’t know if Kai has some, but I might have a little in my car,” she murmured, pressing her lips together. “Not a lot, but enough to at least reinforce some kind of barrier if things go sideways.”

Her fingers curled at her sides, mind racing. If something did happen, if one of the wolves lost control—if Kelly lost control—Emily wasn’t sure what she could do alone. She wasn’t exactly an enforcer when it came to werewolf situations. “We should probably start figuring out a plan now,” she added, lowering her voice. “Because if anyone starts feeling twitchy, we might not have time to think later.”

Her gaze moved over to Kai, who was not paying attention to her, which was fine. "Will you do me a favor and ask Kai if he has any? I'm not sure going outside to search for my car is a good idea right now."

[nananathanb]

It became clear to him, the longer Emily went on speaking about her friend’s behavior, that she was not aware of the effect the approaching full moon had on the species. Should he be the one to tell her? Jay battled with the question, amused at the turn the conversation had taken. He didn’t want to keep information from her if he didn’t have to, but he couldn’t help but feel like he would be betraying her friend’s secrets by telling her. Not that Jay knew him or anything, but the Wolfsongs were a large pack, and getting on their shit list, however dumb the reason may be, was something he should probably avoid. But then she mentioned Beau, and fighting, and images of him being a little too rough flashed in his mind. Jay felt an uncontrollable giggle start to bubble out of him as he thought of the bruises on his skin that had healed far too quickly.

“Emily!” Jay giggled. Whatever the consequences, he had made up his mind to tell her. “I don’t know why, but their libido increases near the full moon. Your friend’s just horny and needs to get laid.”

Jay walked further into the kitchen, shoulders still shaking with contained laughter. “… I didn’t,” he admitted, about offering Beau food. Jay hadn’t had a home, or guests, in decades. It had made him a terrible host. “Which reminds me,” he said, pulling the cabinet where she kept all her snacks. “Are you hungry? You’ve still got some Cheez-It’s in here.” He pulled the box out, checking its contents as he made his way over to her. “What, you don’t know a spell to make light? Like those wizards in the movie.” Jay hummed, trying to remember what it was. “Wingardium leviosa!” he said with flourish, waving an imaginary wand, and grinned. “Is that the one?”

[emupowell]

Emily blinked at Jay, her brain short-circuiting for a second as she processed what he just said. Libido increases near the full moon? She stared at him, watching as he giggled like he’d just dropped the most scandalous gossip. “Excuse me? What?” she sputtered, hands flying up. “You’re telling me—” She broke off, suddenly recalling every weird interaction, every moody glance, every inexplicable tension leading up to full moons with Nathan. Her eyes widened. “Oh my god. That explains so much.”

She covered her face with her hands for a moment, groaning. “I mean, I knew werewolves got all restless and agitated, but I just assumed it was, you know, the impending transformation—not that.” She let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. Emily let Jay retreat into the kitchen while she tried to gather her composure, but the mental image of Nathan dealing with that issue had her feeling a certain way she couldn't really name.

When Jay pulled out the Cheez-It’s, she gave him an impressed look. “Look at you remembering us mere mortals must eat,” she teased, taking the box and popping a cracker into her mouth.

Then he started waving his imaginary wand around, and Emily nearly choked on the Cheez-It. She gasped, coughing out a laugh. “First of all, no, that’s the levitation spell. Lumos is for light, obviously.” She rolled her eyes, but there was a fondness in her voice. “And second of all, that’s not real magic.”

Still, she grinned, snapping her fingers and summoning a small, glowing orb of light above her palm. It flickered like a tiny star, casting a soft golden glow. “I can do this. But is this enough light for us?" She looked at Jay with a small smile. "I might be able to make a couple if I try hard enough.

[nananathanb]

Jay took the offered glass with a smile and a quiet thank you, though what he was thanking her for specifically, he couldn’t say. The drink? Her words? The compliments? Maybe all of the above, Jay thought, as he stared into the contents of his glass. She said she was proud of them, as if they were doing something brave. Were they? Jay did feel brave. And nervous. What if it went wrong? He took a sip from his glass and pushed the thoughts away, feeling stupid for thinking them in the first place. Everything was fine. His friends had told him so, and he wanted to believe it.

So he would.

“Thanks,” he said again. “I just want to do something different, you know? Some magic would come in handy.” He his fingers through his hair, the strands falling back into place easily, making him sigh. Nothing ever changed about his appearance. His work clothes were practical, his hairstyle the same… He wanted things to be different, even if it was only for one night.

“I know, I know!” Jay conceded, having no doubt about Beau’s feelings. He didn’t care what Jay looked like. “It’s just, I kind of want to surprise him?” he said lamely, and felt it, too. He groaned. “Is that lame? That’s so lame, but I mean! He knows everything that I’m wearing! He’s already said he can’t wait to see me in the suit—,” and take it off him, but that was private, “—so he knows what to expect and I hate that. I want him to be surprised.” Embarrassed, Jay spoke quickly, his words coming out rushed. The mention of his mask pulled an excited little smile out of him, however. “Yes! Come, let me show you.” He took her hand and guided her to his bedroom and laughed, giddy at the thought of dressing up for once. “I know! I’m excited, I can’t remember the last time I did something like this.” It was a long, long time ago. It was a shame he wouldn’t be able to see it.

He chased the thought away with another sip of his drink, then set it down on the dresser. “We got them a while ago, I put it away for safekeeping,” he explained, fetching the box out of a shelf in the closet. He took it out of the box carefully, like it was something precious, which it was, to him. The mask was black, the decoration on it a simple red glitter pattern. “Here.” Jay handed it over. “The pattern placement is different on Beau’s, but other than that it’s pretty much the same.”

[emupowell]

Emily watched Jay carefully as he took the glass, noticing the way he hesitated, how his gaze lingered on the drink like it held some kind of answer. She could tell he was overthinking—she recognized that look well. The weight of uncertainty, of wanting something so badly but fearing it might slip through his fingers. She smiled, nudging his arm lightly. “You are doing something different,” she assured him. “And for the record? I think you’re already kind of magical.”

Her expression softened as he ran a hand through his hair, sighing at its stubborn refusal to change. She got it. Wanting to be seen differently, to have control over that image. But she also knew Beau already adored him as he was, and she had no doubt that whatever Jay did, it wouldn’t change how much Beau loved him.

Still, she understood the desire to surprise him. To do something unexpected, to make the moment feel even more special. She grinned as Jay groaned about how lame it was, shaking her head. “It’s not lame, Jay. It’s sweet. And maybe a little dramatic, but, hey—we appreciate a little drama, don’t we?” She winked before leaning in slightly, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Besides, a little anticipation is good. Keeps things exciting.”

Her own excitement grew as Jay tugged her hand and led her toward his room, his enthusiasm infectious. She laughed, keeping pace with him. “Okay, okay, I’m coming! I feel like I’m being let in on some grand secret.”

She leaned against the dresser as he rummaged through his closet, watching with fond amusement as he carefully retrieved the box. He handled it like it was something precious, and that made her heart warm. When he handed her the mask, she held it delicately, tracing the glittering red pattern with her fingertips.

“It’s perfect,” she murmured, admiring the way the design caught the light. She imagined Beau’s matching one, the subtle difference making them unique but still connected. She looked up at Jay with a bright smile. “You two are gonna look incredible. And after I help you with your hair, he will be super surprised.” Emily handed the mask back to Jay. "But before I help, I have to paint my nails. Do you wanna hang out with me as I do that? We can finish a couple episodes of our show!"

[nathanielwolfsong]

Her face lit up briefly, her smile vanishing at the sight of him, like she had been expecting someone else. Considering how the night had gone, Nathan figured she probably was. Kai, or Banks, or whoever else. She had made her disinterest obvious throughout the evening so it really shouldn’t have surprised him. It hit him like a punch in the gut anyway, but after a night filled with much of the same, it barely registered a change in his expression. His eyes were sad, his face tired, the alcohol in his blood keeping him mostly numb to it all.

“I’m good, don’t worry,” Nathan interjected quickly, waving a dismissive hand at her offer to drive him home. She was right, of course, but it was humiliating, and Nathan would sooner walk than take her up on it. He took a step back, already retreating even as she moved to stand. “No thanks,” he insisted, shaking his head at the continued offer as he stepped away from her. “It’s not that far, I’ll be fine. You stay and have fun. We’ll talk tomorrow, alright?” Nathan spoke fast, getting the words out before she could object. “Goodnight,” he said, trying for a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and turned away.

Nathan checked his pockets for his keys, making his way through the crowd and to the exit as quickly as his stumbling steps would carry him. He didn’t look back once for Emily, and if she called out to him, he didn’t hear it over the sound of the music and his own racing heart. He was embarrassed and he felt pathetic, because what had he been thinking? It was obvious to him now that she’d only come with him because she needed a ride. They got carried away, that was all. Swept up in the moment. Or maybe it had just been him. Viewing the events of the night through this new lens made him burn up with shame, the feeling tight in his chest.

But it was fine, he told himself, trying to stave off a panic. If she had noticed him acting off, she would have said something. The thought reassured him as he reached his car and struggled to get the key in the lock. Emily didn’t mince words. She was direct. If she’d noticed him acting weird, she would have told him to knock it off. So, she either hadn’t noticed or didn’t care, both of which were fine.

Absolutely fine. Nathan stopped what he was doing and did not for one moment consider the ache the thought left in his chest. It was all fine. Instead, he narrowed his eyes at his keys, finally noticing that he’d been trying to use his house key to unlock his car this entire time.

“Goddamnit,” he grumbled, sorting through his keyring for the right one. He was so stupid.

[emupowell]

Emily searched his face, her breath catching in her throat. The difference between now and the start of the night was staggering. The easy smiles, the warmth—gone. Replaced by something hollow, something sad. Her stomach twisted. Had something happened while she wasn’t with him? Or worse—had she done this to him?

Then he was brushing her off, waving away her offer before she could even finish making it. She opened her mouth to protest, but he was already moving, already retreating.

“Nathan—”

He was gone before she could say anything more. Before she could process the sudden weight pressing against her ribs. She stood frozen, staring at the space where he had been, fists clenching at her sides. The throbbing in her hand was forgotten in the rush of realization. How much of the night had she actually spent with him?

Fifteen minutes. That was all.

She had arrived with Nathan, yet somehow, she had barely been with him. That truth hit her like ice water, jolting her into motion. Grabbing a fistful of her dress, she shoved through the crowd, pushing past bodies until she reached the door.

The cold slammed into her as she stepped outside, but she barely felt it. Her eyes locked onto Nathan, fumbling with his keys, frustration written in every tense line of his body.

“Nathan,” she called, striding toward him. “Would you just stop for a second?” He didn’t look at her right away, but she didn’t care. She exhaled sharply, bracing herself. “You’re in no condition to drive,” she said, her voice firm but not unkind. “And I’ve made a lot of mistakes tonight, but I’m not making this one.”

Her heart pounded wildly at the thought of what could happen if he got behind the wheel. She didn’t want that phone call. The very idea of it made her throat tighten, made her eyes sting. She sniffed, stepping closer, refusing to let him brush her off again. “Please,” she whispered, holding out her hand. “Let me drive you home.”