I Was a Bride

"My dreams were taken from me. But now - now I've stolen them from someone else. I love you, Victor, but you are not mine." ((Independent RP/Ask blog for a multi-ship and multi-verse version of Emily from Time Burton's 'Corpse Bride'. I do recommend reading the pages before interacting, or else some things will be more confusing than you think.)) Blog Creation Date: 4/30/14 {mun has been on tumblr for over 4 years.} Mun is under 18 so there will be no smut, other NSFW will be frequently seen. Now, Mun will do a fade to black, I will skip over it all, but will not actually go into it. The farthest I will go into smut scenes is deep kissing and touching with clothes on. Not to mention that Emily is a corpse... She's not as rotted but still a corpse. Icon Image from: http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/emily-the-corpse-bride/images/22379280/title/emily-fanart

[lostanddeadbride]

[lostanddeadbride]

"What, you didn’t think that I would come up here from the Land of the Dead without bringing some friends right?" A chuckle slipped through her lips. "I will tell you though, we are harmless. And actually, if you get past the rotting, they are rather kind. Only few of us are bad souls, and even then, less horrid than the living! I don’t know what changes through death, but somehow, almost everybody in the land of the dead is super sweet! I bet you would love them if you could meet them… Well, actually you could, but I doubt you’d want to right?"

She began smoothing and dusting off her dress, it got covered in a slight, able to be brushed off, layer of dirt and dust. Not that it changed the actual beauty of the gown. “So, Edward, why are you out in the woods so late exactly? If you don’t mind my asking.”

[strawandriddles-deactivated2014]

"Just clearing my head and trying to focus. I’m sorta curious though now, you really think you can take me there?"

[lostanddeadbride]

"Of course I can!" Taking his hand with her's, not even knowing that it was the one arm that was just bone in which grabbed hold of him. With this, she began walking, dragging him with her. "We have to go to the Oak Tree for starters, and then I want you to stay close to me or the spell wont work, okay?" Emily wanted to be sure the other doesn't get left behind.

[doomscryptidsandfae-deactivated]

(Child meme) Emily was pleased next to nobody was out. Her eyes surveyed the city as she moved onward. Originally, she was here to see a certain character she met, but having difficulty finding his home. As the corpse bride walked through the allies, she heard something. Sniffling? Following it to the source, which lead her to a child. A small, wet, frightened child... Approaching the brunette carefully with a smile, hands outstretched. "Hello little one... Are-Are you lost? Do you need help?"

Jonathan tenses up and quickly backs away slowly from the woman, “N-No…. I can’t f-find my way home….”

[doomscryptidsandfae-deactivated]

The boy pales and shakes his head, “N-No! No!” He answers, panicking a little, “D-Don’t take me b-back to G-Granny!”

[lostanddeadbride]

Emily gasped at this, immediately it registers. From conversations with her old friend, Victor, she has learned a lot about the living that has changed from her time to here. Which has only been verified by Edward, the Riddler, just the other day. This action told her that the child before her has run away, which often tells tales of abuse.

As soon as she finished deciphering this, the smile reappeared (even though it killed her to smile with such an idea on her mind) and she nodded. "Alright, I wont take you back to your Grandmother." Sucking in a false breath, the bride had to think. If he lived with his Grandmother, than where would she return him if he didn't want to go back.

"Would you..." She had to think on her feet her. "Would you like to stay with me until we figure out where you should go?" Emily extended her right arm, which was the one with flesh still covering it, and brushed the tears off of his cheeks, keeping that smile of hers.

[inboxideas]

Somehow our characters get into a playful wrestling match. Send me a △ and my character will react to feeling yours has become... excited.

[im-diamonds-youre-dust]

Childhood crush

[deactivated239841928749284-deac]

if you’re considering sending anon hate

here is a website for you to calm yourself down

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here is a way to make your own tea

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here is a way to make bracelets

here is a way to make book necklaces

here is a way to make a blanket nest

hopefully these things will calm you down enough for you to realise that sending hate to people isn’t a good thing at all

[timeless-encounters]

Reblog if you're a roleplayer!

[lostanddeadbride]

[riddlememiss]

Jonathan sighed, sitting upon an old tree stump. He tugged at his collar again. “Not really. I don’t have any family left, not that I would want to see them in the first place. I don’t much care for the world around me..I’m not exactly the nicest person, I guess….I suppose the only ones I care for are my friends.”

Jonathan smiled a little. “Edward and Jervis, certainly, But I also wouldn’t let a soul harm Harley. Poor child.” He looked at Emily. “How did you die?”

[lostanddeadbride]

Her heart was pulled at to a point where she had to pull the other into an embrace. She was certain though to keep the gash in her ribs away from any flesh, keep the brunette from making contact with her insides. She didn't mind but knew the living well enough to know they didn't like that kind of thing. Pulling away, she continued. "Having no family, nevertheless one that doesn't love you... I can't imagine how rough that is... But I guess your friends are family now. Which is a great thing, sometimes friends are better than family."

As he asked her about her death, Emily felt that she unintentionally bit her lower lip. "That's a somewhat long story... But I'll give you the short version instead." Pausing for a moment, seeing if the other would say anything, before continuing. "When I was alive, I stranger came into town. He tried to sweep me off my feet, in which he succeeded, and with this I tried to marry him. When I asked my father, he refused, which broke my heart. So we decided to elope. Marry in secret... Worse mistake of my life... He told me to meet him at the old oak tree, deep in these woods. It's huge, can't miss it. I waited and waited with a satchel of gold and the family jewels as my dowry."

A sigh escaped her lips, brushing away tears in her eyes. It seemed they were more for anger than sorrow. "When I looked to see if my lover was here, he was but not in the way I wanted him to be. Next thing I knew, I was dead... The jewels and gold were missing. He left me, for dead... I was under that oak tree for so long... A lid for every pot? Spare me." It was here she stopped, taking the time to brush her tears away from her eyes.

"I'm sorry, sometimes I just get too emotional for my own good."

[louisepalmstroem]

[lostanddeadbride]

@twistedmanandgiggles

[twistedmindandgiggles]

Techie usually wasn’t usually outside his lab bit necessity often drove him to do things he didn’t usually do. He had stumbled across the forest and decided to investigate. Hopefully the moss and lichen he needed for his newest experiment grew here in abundance. He would have sent his assistants here to do the work for him but the last one had come to a regretfully messy end. 

Sighing heavily Techie adjusted the tools in his hands. He wished that Steven had come back to the lab so at least someone would know where he was. Forests were full of hidden dangers; animals, steep dropoffs, holes deep enough to break ankles, insects, and so forth. He triple checked his equipment before setting off.

The forest was actually quite pleasant as he wandered about, collecting samples and enjoying the fresh chemical free air. He could have sworn that he heard someone walking off and on but just brushed it off. All too soon he stumbled across someone deep in the trees. 

He looked confused before a large grin spread across his face. “Steven! I’ve found you~”

[lostanddeadbride]

"Steven?" She mimicked, pausing for a good period of time before erupting into laughter. "It seems you are mistaken. My name is Emily." Nevertheless, she was just happy that this person didn't flee at the sight of her like most do. But then again, wouldn't you if you saw her. "And I believe you've never lost me, so how could you have found me?" She asked curiously, pushing the wedding veil back behind her so it wasn't falling over her shoulder.

"I haven't caught your name yet though, mind telling me what it is?"

[doomscryptidsandfae-deactivated]

(Child meme) Emily was pleased next to nobody was out. Her eyes surveyed the city as she moved onward. Originally, she was here to see a certain character she met, but having difficulty finding his home. As the corpse bride walked through the allies, she heard something. Sniffling? Following it to the source, which lead her to a child. A small, wet, frightened child... Approaching the brunette carefully with a smile, hands outstretched. "Hello little one... Are-Are you lost? Do you need help?"

Jonathan tenses up and quickly backs away slowly from the woman, “N-No…. I can’t f-find my way home….”

[lostanddeadbride]

She pulled back from the little boy and sighed. A little upset at the fact that this was the only child that was afraid of her, that retreated. Usually, children didn't care that she was a corpse, they would except her kindness. "Well... No need to cry..." The bride paused, wanting to just reach out and brush the tears out of his eyes like the mother she longed to be. "Tears wont help anything... How about I help you get home, get you to your mother, out of this rain. Okay? Does that sound nice?" Her accent was coming out thickly now, the one she developed thanks to living where she had, and continuing to remain there for a lot of her dead life.

[lostanddeadbride]

[oldmanriddler-archive-deactivat]

Edward hadn’t quite meant to get lost in the woods. He had tried to stick to familiar areas.

Muttering under his breath as he limped his way, grip on his cane hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

Giving up on that he started jogging as well as he could, hopeful to see something familiar in the trees. Damn it all, he hadn’t a clue!

Someone! Someone there! He made to speak, but felt his jaw go slack as he looked the bride over. At first… His mind screamed that it was a costume. She was another nutcase dressed up… But… No. The other side of his brain screamed it was real. Logical and curiosity fought as he briefly wondered if he should scramble away or stay to see what was causing this.

The grey haired man blinked when she spoke. “…rain hasn’t bothered me in years.” He said honestly. “One gets used to it in Gotham…” was that really what he said at a moment like this?

“… I’ll admit I am a bit lost… But… Shouldn’t one be saying that about you?” He spoke much more calmly then he felt. He was talking to a corpse! A DEAD WOMAN WAS TALKING TO HIM ABOUT BEING LOST AND GETTING XAUGHT IN THE RAIN!

[lostanddeadbride]

She chuckled, her one hand going up to her mouth as she did so. "Oh you are from Gotham!" The corpse seemed rather ecstatic about that, it was odd to say the least why. "Another resident of the city got lost here as well, and let me just say, as odd as he may be, truthfully he's rather nice company! Maybe you know him, Jonathan Crane I believe his name was." By this time, her hands had found a home folded in front of her as she shifted her weight slightly from foot to foot, resulting in a gentle rocking.

"Although, I do warn you, the rain can get rather heavy here... I should know that, as I have been out during the torrential down pours, and although I don't particularly mind it, it creates an emotion of dreariness if you aren't the most optimistic of people." Her eyes glanced over him quickly, scanning over the old male. Emily's eyes seemed to be somewhat saddened seeing how the other was using his cane, she had known more than one person whom used such an article for decoration but here... It was not... It always made her somewhat upset because that means an accident, a rather painful one usually, occurred. Or disease found a hold... Either or.

"I can't get lost. I mean, I can, but I always have a sure fire way to get home. No matter where I go. If I am trying to find a way amongst the living, which is highly unlikely judging that next to no living person except the little children will give me the time of day, but if I have to then I could get lost rather easily." That's why she loved the October months, costume parties and stuff made it so she could go wherever she pleased and not create a ruckus. "Despite what the living say, I will tell you now, the dead are actually very kind characters. Even the most heinous of souls become kind when they go through. I don't know what it is but... It's something..."

A sigh escaped her, despite the fact she could no longer use her lungs for breath. It was probably just for emphasis. "Anyways, onto other matters. My name is Emily, and as you can see, I'm a Corpse Bride." She spoke with a smile spread across her face. Extending her hand for a shake. Thank goodness her one skeleton arm was her left arm instead of her right arm. Otherwise she was certain the other wouldn't except the hand shake. If she was living, the bride was certain she too would be somewhat disgusted with the fact that she would have to shake bone, where there used to be veins and muscle.

[lostanddeadbride]

[lostanddeadbride]

"Nice to meet you Edward. I apologize again for falling on you, I didn’t mean to cause any harm." The bride told him with a bright smile. "Well, most people can’t ignore it after it’s been verified, however, the version everybody has been saying isn’t one-hundred percent true. Nevertheless, it’s kind of nice to have this wood mostly to myself, it allows the corpses to wander freely about this landscape."

[strawandriddles-deactivated2014]

“There are more out here..?”

[lostanddeadbride]

"What, you didn't think that I would come up here from the Land of the Dead without bringing some friends right?" A chuckle slipped through her lips. "I will tell you though, we are harmless. And actually, if you get past the rotting, they are rather kind. Only few of us are bad souls, and even then, less horrid than the living! I don't know what changes through death, but somehow, almost everybody in the land of the dead is super sweet! I bet you would love them if you could meet them... Well, actually you could, but I doubt you'd want to right?"

She began smoothing and dusting off her dress, it got covered in a slight, able to be brushed off, layer of dirt and dust. Not that it changed the actual beauty of the gown. "So, Edward, why are you out in the woods so late exactly? If you don't mind my asking."

[thiscallsforphilosophy-deactiva]

Some motivation from the doctor.

[anabundanceofashley]

I definitely needed this right now!

[prettylittlefitblr]

I was actually doing homework, love this!

[polydracattackcrue]

I have a math test tomorrow. I needed it.

[we-get-shit-done]

You can do it! Good luck! Stay strong! Fighting! - Halinor

[lostanddeadbride]

[lostanddeadbride]

Oh she knew that by the shock on him, he knew that she was not human. And yet… He didn’t flee… How… Odd…? She supposed the wound in her side that revealed her ribs, the wound on her cheek that almost completely revealed that part of her jaw if it weren’t for some muscle remaining, and her skinless arm and leg would give away that she wasn’t living. Not to mention, her breaths were unseen, unheard, and not there. Emily wasn’t breathing. She could if she wanted too, but unless she’s trying to blend in with something or speak, the bride refuses.

"You what?" With her bony arm, she brushed the wedding veil out of her face. A pause. "Before you say anything, I just want to tell you that I’m a corpse. I am the Corpse Bride of lore that is said to roam these woods however, unlike in lore, I am actually pretty harmless." She smiled, extending her hand for a hand shake, which was the hand that had blue skin upon it.

"My name is Emily. Sorry for the scare if I did do so."

[strawandriddles-deactivated2014]

He cautiously shook it,

“I’m Edward.” He replied simply.

“I never really paid much mind to that tale, but now it’s a bit hard seeing as you’re actually..real.”

[lostanddeadbride]

"Nice to meet you Edward. I apologize again for falling on you, I didn't mean to cause any harm." The bride told him with a bright smile. "Well, most people can't ignore it after it's been verified, however, the version everybody has been saying isn't one-hundred percent true. Nevertheless, it's kind of nice to have this wood mostly to myself, it allows the corpses to wander freely about this landscape."

[chris--walker-deactivated201411]

My Character is turned into a child again and doesn't know where he/she is, my character is trying to find their way back home but in the process gets lost in the worst part of town. Your character takes notice of my character curled up against the wall of an ally way cold, wet, and scared. Send your characters response to finding mine as a helpless child, do they recognize them, will they help them ?

[lostanddeadbride]

[riddlememiss]

Jonathan chuckled. “I spend more time with the dead or dying than I do with the living. They either don’t interest me or don’t meet my standards. Too loud, too.” He stopped in front of her.

"My name is Jonathan. Jonathan Crane. No, I do not fear you. I do not fear anything." He smirked proudly. "I stopped fearing as a child."

[lostanddeadbride]

"I see... The reason I take less of a liking to the living is they fight too much, they quarrel amongst themselves to a point where they can't stand each. The dead is loud, but a good form of loud. They are trying to be cheery despite the fact that they lost all they have known. But, the best part about it, is when you die, you enter a family that will care for you no matter what. If you were murdered and seen as a good person they will fight for you when you can't. If you were treated unfairly as a human, they'll handle it. Unlike the living the dead know who to love and who to hate." Emily couldn't help but smile at the memories that come back. "Sorry for getting a little off topic, old habits die hard."

"Jonathan Crane? Nice name. It's a pleasure to meet you." Hearing that he feared nothing she chuckled. "Okay, I'll hold you to that Jonathan. Although you may not have a phobia about anything I am sure you worry about certain things right? Enough to where you get panicky? For a loved one? Maybe for the world around you?" Despite the fact that she believed him, she still wanted to find something that he found discomforting. One quality of a friend is to help the other with anything they can't stand, share the burden.

Already she considered the brunette a friend.

[lostanddeadbride]

[lostanddeadbride]

"Never bothered me either. I have spent many a night out in the rain and… It’s quite lovely. Especially when you have friends that encourage dancing and singing outside when it is pouring. I would suppose you have no idea how much fun it is to dance and slide in the mud with a couple of co- I mean- friends." She was going to say corpses, as that was what her friends were, but… she didn’t want to risk revealing something.

Judging by his outfit, she picked up on it quickly. She had run into the poet prior in the Land of the Dead, and he was quite a scream. And, newly dead, she was able to connect the dots, but wasn’t going to point it out. Once again, she didn’t want to reveal something that might potentially cause trouble.

When he spoke of the costume she looked down at herself and laughed. “I am afraid you are mistaken.” The bride couldn’t help but continue giggling and chuckling at the fact he thought, and believed, it was a costume. “This isn’t a costume.” Emily explained, extending her one skeleton arm. “See, no make-up, cloth, none of that. Touch my hand if you don’t believe me. This is all bone, along with my leg. These injuries were caused by murder quite a long while ago. They’re still moist from when they were bleeding.” Another pause escaped her without her intentions.

"My name is Emily. There is lore that a Corpse Bride wanders these woods. That lore is about me. Except that, unlike the fantasized version I am as harmful as any human that loathes violence."

[riddlememiss]

Jon slowly took her hand, feeling as his fingers ran over the moist flesh. He gently touched a wound, curious.

"Fascinating…how do you still roam?" He asked, beginning to circle her. He meant her no harm. He was very curious, have little recollection of any tales of corpse brides.

[lostanddeadbride]

"I'm not quite sure. I guess the same way demons can walk this plain with us being able to pass through them, unable to see them, but still be able to detect an entity present. The same way the universe can be infinite but at the same time cannot be. It's just how it works..." Watching as he circled her, she wasn't at all worried, if he tried something, she knew her ways. Plus, what would a man lust for out of a corpse? "Reminds you of zombies huh?"

Emily blinked a few times, continuing to watch him move, happy he wasn't afraid. Everybody she has ever run into was afraid of her at first. Because they didn't understand. "I'm honestly shocked you aren't scared out of your mind. People usually are when they see more or my friends... Actually, I bet if any of them came to the Land of the Dead, they'd be more than scared out of their wits."