not your girl anymore

indie rp blog for a HEAVILY headcanon-based vanessa (aka emily laughton) from the fnaf movie. written by tara (26, she/they), est. oct '23. while this character is inspired by the fnaf movie, pls regard her specific characterization and backstory as my own work. highly affiliated with @graveshft

[murdaughter]

emily, my beloved, is moving over to @ephemaera

[ephemaera-arch]

phew ok end of 2023 was silly lmao BUT im gonna try to be back here!

[graveshft]

for a moment there, mike wasn't sure if vanessa was going to wake up. he didn't like thinking it - didn't want to wish the negative into existence - but the doctor hadn't had anything good or bad to say, and neutrality could be just as conclusive as bad news. but mike had entered the hospital this morning with a new bouquet of flowers - the old ones were dead, and he intended to replace them before vanessa saw the wilted petals of the ones in the vase by her bedside - and the nurse lit up with a guess who's awake. he tried not to rush toward the room, tried not to show the amount of relief he felt inside of his chest, though he failed at both. 'abby's in school or else she would've been here, too,' mike tilts his head a bit at her uncertainty. 'um... yeah. of course i'm here. why wouldn't i be?' they'd been through something traumatic together, and believe it or not, mike started caring about vanessa. crooked and close lipped smile is given, mike holding up the bouquet a bit sheepishly. 'it's kinda lame, but i brought you these. actually, i've been bringing them. they, uh... they die pretty fast. i was gonna replace the dead ones before you saw,' smile grows just a pinch. 'i'm glad you're awake,'

[murdaughter]

she tries a smile, but it wobbles the moment it touches her lips. when she had come to two days ago, everything had been cloudy, her limbs leaden and tongue thick. she'd spent most of the night unleashing a barrage of questions onto her doctors and nurses. slowly but surely she has begun to remember what happened–– how she'd gone after mike and abby to the pizzeria and what had transpired when she got there.

still, she has a hard time understanding how he could want to see her. tears fill her eyes at the mention of abby's name–– that brave, wonderful girl. "really?" she asks, voice small, high and hoarse with disuse and this fresh wave of emotion. that abby has been visiting her too is, frankly, more than vanessa could ever hope to deserve. god, she loves them. the way mike tilts his head, like it's obvious–– like there wasn't even a question to begin with that he'd come to check on her–– it's enough to have her crying again, for one thing, but it's also like a vice has been released from around her ribs. "i just–– you could hate me and i really wouldn't blame you," she says breathlessly, lifting her iv-clad hand to wipe inelegantly at her cheeks. instead of hating her, he's been bringing her flowers. "mike, that's..." vanessa swallows thickly. "that's really sweet." a little laugh bubbles up out of her. " i think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me. thank you, i..." she's at a loss–– a complete loss. things still feel so overwhelming, so loud, so bright. she feels sure her heart will burst from her chest. "i'm really, really glad that you're okay. that you're both okay."

[a-donebowing]

"Tell me , do you miss the way things were before the nautiloid?" WHILST HE CERTAINLY DID NOT & was glad for what little freedom he had been bestowed , Astarion is well aware that he is likely the only one.

As he settles by the crackling fire , he cannot help but be intrigued by Emily & how she seems to hold all her cards as close to her chest as possible.

[murdaughter]

She thinks for a moment, shakes her head, though she doesn't meet his eye. "No. No, not really. Before, it was... Bad. And then after that, it was lonely."

Then, she looks up. "And you? Do you miss it? Your life before."

When her father had died, when she finally had ENOUGH FREEDOM TO FLEE, Emily had spent so much time hiding. Learning how to doctor the color of her eyes and disguise the person she had been forced to be–– to shed the weight of the evil she'd had no choice but to swear allegiance to.

[zombolouge]

Fuck your horoscope, your prediction for next year is determined by the songs on your spotify wrapped for your birthdate (m/d/yy)

[murdaughter]

.

[allevilsarc]

59 ( track: song of you, airiel ) / @murdaughter

" call me up some time. "

[murdaughter]

emily nods, a little unsure. she's still figuring out what to do with positive attention, and she'll admit that it's even weirder coming from someone older than her. her world has been so small for so long, and age still carries an odd authority with it. still, she has to at least try to be normal about it. " i will, " she says, hoping to strike a balance between engaged and casual, " definitely. "

[candyflossmemes]

spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

[a-donebowing]

@murdaughter liked for a one liner

"The painful truth is vampires are the antithesis of unity."

[murdaughter]

Emily nods, considering this. She understands, she thinks, where Astarion is coming from. "If it's any consolation to you, the same goes for Drow."

[murdaughter]

@graveshft sent a kiss after receiving good news !

all it takes is one glance for emily to know he got the job. pride and excitement flush her cheeks and she nods, encouraging, as she speaks. "you got it?" he breaks into a self-effacing smile, eyes casting toward the ground.

"yeah," comes the confirmation. mike lifts a hand to the back of his neck. "yeah, i got it."

"mike!" she cries, bounding forward into his arms. "oh, i knew it–– i knew they'd want you. they'd be so stupid not to." she is a rush of positivity, leaning away to take his face in her hands and kiss him soundly. a feather-light laugh flitters from between her lips to brush against his as she lingers in his space, hands dropping to his shoulders. "i'm so fucking proud of you," she says, "you so deserve this."

[murdaughter]

@namastekringle hands emily a candy cane with just a smile and no explanation.

emily looks up, a little surprised to find nick standing at her side, but even more so when she notices the candy cane in his outstretched hand. 'oh!' tentative fingers reach out to take it. it's not at all an unwelcome surprise–– it's just that little acts of kindness are still a learning curve for her. 'thank you, nick. that's really sweet. i don't–– i wish i had something to give you.' and she knows that's not how this works, that gifts are not a quid pro quo thing. but nick is such a kindhearted person–– she wishes she could give him back even a little of what he puts out in the world. but then, that takes a very special kind of person–– a rare one, at that. doesn't mean she can't try, though. 'merry early christmas!' she chirps, even though it's only november. the studio is already starting to boast decorations–– nick is clearly a christmas person.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵.  reblog this post and give the person you reblogged it from a small compliment in the tags.  just something sweet and simple that’ll hopefully bring a smile to their face.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵.  reblog this post and give the person you reblogged it from a small compliment in the tags.  just something sweet and simple that’ll hopefully bring a smile to their face.

[murdaughter]

@cstarling said: of course not . you think i'd let that happen ?

' no, i... ' vanessa sighs, defeated by the thought before they can even discuss it. 'i know you wouldn't. it's just...' blonde hair swishes over her shoulders with an anxious shake of her head. 'i don't think it's a matter of letting it happen. i don't think you're going to have a choice. he–– he's powerful.' a shaky breath rattles its way out of her lungs. 'more powerful than he has any right to be.' she's grasping at straws trying to explain the feeling; how he always looms, how he can do truly heinous things and get away with them. ( of course, he has her help with that, doesn't he? still... he'd have found a way without her. ) 'it doesn't make sense.' she settles on that. 'it's like no matter what he always gets his way.'

[cstarling]

YOU HAVE NEVER UNDERSTOOD WHERE THE LINE IS DRAWN BETWEEN SACRIFICE & SELF SLAUGHTER . . . independent, highly selective & private portrayal of clarice starling of silence of the lambs. written by ash / they them / 25+. triggering content present & tagged. influences taken from the movies, books & tv series. multiple verses & aus available.

[allevilsarc]

BUT SOME THINGS HAPPENED TO YOU, TOO. / the devil, written as an oc by morgue. 21+ only.

[murdaughter]

prompt: a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

@cstarling takes care of everyone around her. that much had been clear from the second emily met her. she gives so freely, is open and strong. it must be so exhausting. of all people, clarice certainly deserves peace. sleep tends to elude emily–– especially lately–– but today she doesn't mind it a bit. it's nice just to be here with clarice, sharing her space. it's quiet and cozy and safe. she can't help herself when she leans over to press a soft kiss to clarice's forehead, hoping it won't disturb her. em has an ironclad excuse, though: she had just looked too perfect.