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[s]low activity, private + selective emma meyer from amazon prime's gen v. grown by gabi (she/her, 24). previously lilsupe.
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ginger emma goes brrr in my head
the boys final season trailer comes out tomorrow and ik i won’t get see emma in it, but like… what if i do get to see her.
looooooool well.
the boys final season trailer comes out tomorrow and ik i won’t get see emma in it, but like… what if i do get to see her.
mack closes the door behind emma, laughing as he follows her through his apartment while he rubs his neck. it was a pretty big part of him for a long time. it was one of his most recognizable traits, something that made it easy to spot him from a mile away, and now it was gone. he liked it, though. he supposed it was really only his opinion that mattered, but he'd still like to hear it all the same.
“ it's in a garbage in brando's on 9th, probably. ” he shrugs, crossing his arms and leaning against one of his living room walls. her reaction was what he'd hoped for, with wide eyes and a confused expression. “ i wanted a change. what do you think? ”
once fully inside the space, emma leans her head back and studies mack for a moment. taking in the haircut fully. she's never been one to like change, but it's also not her head of hair. but, in her first formed opinion, even she has to admit — it doesn't look half bad. (not that her opinion ultimately even matters in the situation.)
arms falling akimbo at her hips, the blonde tilts her head from one side to the other, as if weighing the question on a balance scale. 'i think it honestly looks pretty good. you'll probably feel better when it's hot out, too. won't have hair weighing down on your neck.' she fires a finger gun at him, as if she'd just spoken a revolutionary idea. stepping over to the embedded vending machine in the wall, emma punches the button for a burrito XXL and glances over her shoulder. 'have you seen your grandparents with it yet?'
there was really no reason why he chose to cut his hair — it was becoming harder to maintain, it was a pain to brush out multiple times a day, he didn't really know what to do with it anymore... he cut it, very short. he'd done it without telling anyone, mostly for shock value, he supposed. he liked to be difficult like that.
when @litlecricket showed up at his apartment to have dinner and watch a movie, the look on her face when he opened the door to let her in made him laugh. hard. “ what, do i have something on my face? ” mack asks, feigning shock as he starts to pat at his face. “ seriously, what is it? ”
this was a sight to behold. one she hadn't exactly planned for, hence the bewildered expression spread across her features. for their entire friendship, mack had long hair and in emma's mind, it was a brand of sorts. a staple of his identity. (or maybe it was her projection from when she had long hair and cut it off, trying to distance herself from the talons of her mother.) now, all within the timeframe of his apartment door opening, it was gone. not all of it, but a good chunk of it — more than she ever expected. (emma isn't sure if it's a girl thing, but normally whenever she's about to make a questionable decision about anything in her life, she texts marie. do men not have someone they text before making a contentious choice?)
expression remaining entirely perplexed, the blonde finally makes her way through the apartment door and asks the million dollar question on her mind. 'what the fuck happened to your hair?!'
do you have any character/power related thoughts on why emma's cell in elmira was so drastically different from everyone else's?
oh wooooooow, this is such an amazing question (one i hadn't even really thought of truthfully) and when i saw it, i instantly logged on my laptop to answer!!!!!!!!!!
right off the bat, i think realistically emma's power complicates containing her a lot more than the others. marie, jordan, cate, even andre during the first time at elmira — they all have powers that are considered relatively stable in scale and managable, but emma's power changes her physical dimensions and overall body mass. if somehow she was able to shrink, elmira's standard cell would be rendered useless if she was able to slip out via any vents or cracks. so, i do think vought built her cell specificially to restrict any escape attempts from her. (if she was able to shrink somehow.)
this is also more of a "scientific angle" but i think about physics a lot when it comes to emma's power weirdly! shrinking and expanding aren't just biological things — when you really think about it, she's quite literally defying physics. when emma shrinks, her body mass is being compressed beyond the atomic limit (which would create gravitational or pressure effects) OR her body mass is being displaced into another dimensional pocket temporarily, which means her power could interact with quantum space in a way that affects the environment. the environmental effects of that could be stress fractures, distortions in the air pressure, shifts in gravity, or even temperature changes depending on the amount of energy released or absorbed. if her mass is being displaced or compressed, then every shrink and regrowth cycle could hypothetically be sending ripples throughout the space around her — subtle enough most people wouldn't be able to notice, but elmira's senors could pick them up. and if those cells in elmira are made out of different materials than your standard reinforced metal — you never know how things could respond. (for example, emma's could literally implode her cell, or others, like the oceangate submarine.)
on a more personal level though (or meta approach, however you wanna phrase it): emma's really the only member of the core group whose overarching trauma has been wrapped in visibility vs invisibility. i think her cell could really symbolize how alone she truly is. even while in hell, she's still separated from everyone. she's still alone, still viewable to everyone but ultimately invisible. it only makes sense that while imprisoned, her cage wouldn't even look the same as the others per se.
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she's fairly certain she once skimmed an article on the net that posed a question exactly like this: how many people in night city are drinking before noon? if you took a poll at 10:18 a.m., like right now, most respondents would shrug and accept the offer without much hesitation. and statistics don't lie; emma certainly wouldn't argue with them. (and, in her eyes, it would take a very special kind of fool to refuse a free can of seltzer.) at mack's suggestion, she gives a quick nod in response and makes her way toward the couch, letting herself plop onto it with a theatrical flair. one arm flops over the back cushion as if she's just completed a twelve-hour shift at the arasaka waterfront instead of a morning commute to mack's apartment. 'choom, i'm going to be honest, i was starting to think you'd never ask.' an exaggerated sigh falls from her lips, heavy with faux exhaustion. (like the ncart ride alone had wrung out every ounce of strength etched into her bones.) leaning back farther into the cushions, her fingers lace together behind the mop of her flaxen hair, gaze drifting toward her friend in patient expectation. 'my excuse is that it's twelve o'clock somewhere before you say anything.'
WHAT ARE YOU THE PATRON SAINT OF?
you are the patron saint of empty spaces, cavernous rooms, moments that last for days. for some people, the emptiness is horrible, something that they need to fill: you, its patron, try to search within it for peace. there is nothing there. there is never anything there. even the emptiness is not a presence of its own. the only thing there is you.
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emma meyer…… i luv you beautiful gorl……
hi, everyone — there's a tw for pet death so please continue reading at your discretion but. as of a few hours ago i had to take my cat to the emergency vet for a blood clot that came out of nowhere, and ultimately lead to her heart failing and having to put her down. not many of you know my situation but i'm currently gearing up for a cross-country move in about 1.5 months and have had a really tight budget, as i'm already a food stamps recipient even with my full-time job. not really foreseeing any emergencies to this scale. she was a healthy cat, and even our vet said her case of heart failure usually goes undetectable until their last moments.
that all being said, her expenses are still being totaled as we just got home, but have been quoted anywhere from $500-$600 usd, that of which i can only partially front myself. if anyone could spare even a dollar, all of it would help. i can also do graphics commissions (examples @sniktgfx) or anything in that vein. even sharing would really help.
here is my paypal and my kofi is here. thank you all for everything - whether it's support in the form of checking in, just being pals with me, sharing this, or anything at any capacity.
Bouncing off JJ’s headcanon about Jordan knowing how to drive — Emma does not know how to drive. She uses Waymo. Thank you for attending my ted talk.
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“ did you know i didn't try curly fries until i was seventeen? messed up, right? ” to be fair, though, he didn't really eat anything that wasn't something his grandmother cooked until he moved out for college. even now, he was missing out on key young adult experiences. he'd graduated with a degree in business by the time he was nineteen, and he'd been at arasaka for a little over a year. they must be close to the same age, yet she'd experienced all sorts of things that he couldn't dream of. his eyes light up though, at the mention of someone named tess. “ seriously? i swear this night keeps getting better and better. ” he laughs, his hands resting in his pockets as they keep walking. “ maybe we should get those burgers to go if she is. a barty's double cheeseburger with bacon, fried onions, mustard, and then an order of curly fries that comes in a basket the same size as my face is pretty preem after smoking. ” mack turns to look at her, a grin on his face. “ guess the question that would come after that is mine or yours? ”
she snorts—a genuine, unfiltered little laugh at mack's confession. 'seventeen?' emma shakes her head, as if she's feeling disappointed in the universe itself. 'that's actually fucking tragic. like, that's kinda criminal.' the city noise hums around them as they make their way to barty's, neon from holo ads bleeding into the slick oil puddles on the road. as he spills his order, she listens, and then slows her pace just a touch once he finishes. 'woooooah, bold of you to assume i'm inviting a saka corpo into my dorm!' immediately after, she lifts a hand before he can react, unable to keep the chuckles from cascading out of her mouth. 'kidding—mostly. but, uh, yours would probably work best.' she answers, imagining the state of her dormroom before she'd left. [a stack of laundry atop her bed, marie on the other bed most likely still hanging out with jordan, the pile of trash she'd forgotten to dump before leaving for the party.] definitely not the best smoking location tonight. 'plus, if you're still worried about keeling over, it's probably better to do at your own place.'