Miss 13th

𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚁𝙿/𝙰𝚜𝚔 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 (𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝙽𝚘𝚗-𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝕧𝕖) 𝙷𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙾𝙲 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 ~ 𝚆𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚊 ~ 𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢

[nola-schuyler]

𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎:

𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜: 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚎𝚛 | 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚍 | 𝙼𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚢 | 𝙰𝚗𝚗 𝚁𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚍

𝙵𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 - 𝙽𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝙻𝚊𝚁𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚛

𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛

𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛/ 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 - 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚊𝚟𝚢-𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍

𝙴𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 - 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔

𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 - 𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 - 𝙽𝚘𝚗-𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 (𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢)

𝙴𝚝𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 - 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌

𝚉𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚌 - 𝚃𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚜

𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚆𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚗

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜:

@cxbin-pxrsephone 𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒-𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖

@littleeliza-lotte - 𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒-𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕

𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚗/𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜

[normystical]

wedding dresses are white specifically so that if the bride goes axe-crazy you can rest assured you will see the blood stains all over her and it'll be sick as fuck

[artoflured]

My old pals

[midnightinshadow]

[vyzoi]

One of my favorite designs

[nola-schuyler]

Design so peak I had to cosplay her

[frostedmagnolias]

Visiting Dress

1880s

Victoria Museum in Kyiv

[kaleisolei]

Love is a wretched thing and marriage is forever.

(Digital - October 31, 2025)

[academic-vampire]

𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔢

[nola-schuyler]

Phantom Manor 14/01/2026

[forbittenromance]

together we can make this haunted house a haunted home

[millesbianforce]

Honestly my sense of humor is just based around those fake tombstones with puns on them you see around Halloween like that's it

[millesbianforce]

Fake tombstone: "Barry D. Alive" "Rattle M. Bones"

Me in line for the haunted house at the amusement park:

[dozydawn]

[theheadlessgroom]

Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your

@nola-schuyler

"They're a bit much, I know," Randall chuckled awkwardly, still rubbing the back of his neck as his face seemed to glow a brighter shade of ectoplasmic green. "I'd never written anyone a love letter, never...confessed my feelings to anyone before, so I wound up just...writing what came to mind. Which, in hindsight, was...maybe not my best idea."

At least Emily had a good sense of humor about the whole thing, once she got her hands on the letters, smiling very sweetly as she read through them, loving each and every one-no matter how embarrassing they were for Randall to revisit.

"If I had any advice for you...write from your heart," he suggested. "Just...don't go too over the top like I did..."

[nola-schuyler]

“It’s certainly very sweet though, just very ambitious, and definitely over the top.” She didn’t even think she felt this deeply towards Sally, not yet at least, but it was a start. It would be much easier to write everything out, see how it looked and sounded before giving it to its intended. Then she could decide if it was best to give a letter or if she wanted to confess in person.

“And… do you think mom would say the same?”

[theheadlessgroom]

"I have no doubt of it."

Perhaps it was a touch cliche, considering her status as the "Beating-Heart Bride", as the mortals had christened her, but true to that name, Emily really did believe in listening to one's heart, and following what it told them. Sometimes it seemed like the heart knew better than the mind did, she'd found.

"After all, she followed her heart when she fell in love with me," Randall explained with a warm smile. "And she knew...it would be a big risk, and a big sacrifice to be with me: She knew her family would never approve of her marrying an Irishman, let alone a man of such a low status, and so it would mean leaving everything she'd ever known behind.

But because she loved me, and knew she'd only be happy being my Mrs. Pace...it was a choice she never felt any regrets about," he finished. "And so, in this instance, I think that she'd tell you to listen to your heart, and write what it tells you."

[nola-schuyler]

At least in her circumstances there wasn’t such a big risk, if they did end up together, there would be no sneaking around or pretending not to know each other in public as Emily and Randall had. The biggest risk was just feeling a tad awkward if Sally rejected her, which in the grand scheme of things didn’t seem so bad, as long as they could remain friends.

“I know it was difficult for you both, at least I know everyone here is much more accepting and if we did end up together no one would be so prejudiced…”

The young spirit sighed, glancing down at the letters again, making note of all the honeyed words he had written about Emily, how much adoration he had poured into it, just for him to show her only after they had married.

“Do you know where she is by any chance? I don’t think I’ve seen her since breakfast.”

[theheadlessgroom]

That was the major blessing of Gracey Manor, in Randall's opinion: Regardless of wealth, status, race, religion, gender, or orientation, all spirits were welcome in the Haunted Mansion. It was the sort of warm and welcoming place they all should've had in life, but at least they could have it in death-Dorian made sure of that.

"I think she's down in the graveyard," he answered with a smile, as he peered out the window. Sure enough, his bride was there, smiling and laughing with some of the other spirits congregated out there, listening to the Graveyard Band play, accompanied by the harmonizing of the Singing Busts.

Perhaps I'll bring us a little pitcher of lemonade from the kitchen... Randall thought to himself with a smile-savoring a cool drink and enjoying the haunting melodies with his bride sounded like a lovely time...

[nola-schuyler]

Looking outside it was easy to spot the bride, though many of the spirits had a distinct look, Emily stood out quite a lot given her still beating heart. She had a warm aura about her as well, it was easy to connect with her, and it certainly didn’t take long at all for them to feel more and more like a mother and daughter.

“I might go speak to her as well then, tell her about all of this,” Nola wanted them to be the first to know of how she identified, she felt quite proud to have realized it and just wanted to share her joy with her surrogate parents. She reached out to hug Randall, a little smile on her face.

“Thank you for always listening, for making me feel so welcomed.”

[theheadlessgroom]

Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your

@nola-schuyler

"They're a bit much, I know," Randall chuckled awkwardly, still rubbing the back of his neck as his face seemed to glow a brighter shade of ectoplasmic green. "I'd never written anyone a love letter, never...confessed my feelings to anyone before, so I wound up just...writing what came to mind. Which, in hindsight, was...maybe not my best idea."

At least Emily had a good sense of humor about the whole thing, once she got her hands on the letters, smiling very sweetly as she read through them, loving each and every one-no matter how embarrassing they were for Randall to revisit.

"If I had any advice for you...write from your heart," he suggested. "Just...don't go too over the top like I did..."

[nola-schuyler]

“It’s certainly very sweet though, just very ambitious, and definitely over the top.” She didn’t even think she felt this deeply towards Sally, not yet at least, but it was a start. It would be much easier to write everything out, see how it looked and sounded before giving it to its intended. Then she could decide if it was best to give a letter or if she wanted to confess in person.

“And… do you think mom would say the same?”

[theheadlessgroom]

"I have no doubt of it."

Perhaps it was a touch cliche, considering her status as the "Beating-Heart Bride", as the mortals had christened her, but true to that name, Emily really did believe in listening to one's heart, and following what it told them. Sometimes it seemed like the heart knew better than the mind did, she'd found.

"After all, she followed her heart when she fell in love with me," Randall explained with a warm smile. "And she knew...it would be a big risk, and a big sacrifice to be with me: She knew her family would never approve of her marrying an Irishman, let alone a man of such a low status, and so it would mean leaving everything she'd ever known behind.

But because she loved me, and knew she'd only be happy being my Mrs. Pace...it was a choice she never felt any regrets about," he finished. "And so, in this instance, I think that she'd tell you to listen to your heart, and write what it tells you."

[nola-schuyler]

At least in her circumstances there wasn’t such a big risk, if they did end up together, there would be no sneaking around or pretending not to know each other in public as Emily and Randall had. The biggest risk was just feeling a tad awkward if Sally rejected her, which in the grand scheme of things didn’t seem so bad, as long as they could remain friends.

“I know it was difficult for you both, at least I know everyone here is much more accepting and if we did end up together no one would be so prejudiced…”

The young spirit sighed, glancing down at the letters again, making note of all the honeyed words he had written about Emily, how much adoration he had poured into it, just for him to show her only after they had married.

“Do you know where she is by any chance? I don’t think I’ve seen her since breakfast.”

[theheadlessgroom]

Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your

@nola-schuyler

"They're a bit much, I know," Randall chuckled awkwardly, still rubbing the back of his neck as his face seemed to glow a brighter shade of ectoplasmic green. "I'd never written anyone a love letter, never...confessed my feelings to anyone before, so I wound up just...writing what came to mind. Which, in hindsight, was...maybe not my best idea."

At least Emily had a good sense of humor about the whole thing, once she got her hands on the letters, smiling very sweetly as she read through them, loving each and every one-no matter how embarrassing they were for Randall to revisit.

"If I had any advice for you...write from your heart," he suggested. "Just...don't go too over the top like I did..."

[nola-schuyler]

“It’s certainly very sweet though, just very ambitious, and definitely over the top.” She didn’t even think she felt this deeply towards Sally, not yet at least, but it was a start. It would be much easier to write everything out, see how it looked and sounded before giving it to its intended. Then she could decide if it was best to give a letter or if she wanted to confess in person.

“And… do you think mom would say the same?”

[theheadlessgroom]

Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your

@nola-schuyler

"I know...boy, do I know!" Randall admitted with a chuckle, recalling to her, "I'm very lucky that Emily made the first move, telling me how she felt, because if she hadn't...I'm not sure I would've been able to! I think I would've been too afraid...too afraid of her rejecting me.

But if she hadn't told me, no matter how scared I was...I would've regretted it every day of my life. It would've eaten me up every single day, and that would've been even worse, honestly."

Back then, he wrote what felt like a million and one letters he never sent, confessing his feelings for Emily in what felt like a million and one different ways...only for all of them to be crammed into a hatbox-out of sight, out of mind. It wasn't until after they married that he gave her the hatbox, and let her read all the letters.

Letters... he thought to himself, before looking to Nola and asking, "If you're nervous about telling her out loud, when don't you write your feelings down? Sometimes it's easier to say something in a letter than with your own mouth, I think, and when you're ready, you can slip it under her door."

[nola-schuyler]

It would be much easier to be confessed to, Nola wasn’t exactly the most forward person so being the first to make a move was honestly terrifying, especially when she wasn’t entirely sure how the other person felt. Even when forging her bond with the Paces she had been nervous to admit that she saw them as family.

Though he was right, it would be more regrettable not to say anything, not ever knowing what the response would be even if it was a negative one.

“That’s not a bad idea… and it certainly sounds less nerve-wracking.”

[theheadlessgroom]

"If nothing else, I think writing down your feelings will help...sort of take that weight off your shoulders," Randall admitted with an affable smile and a shrug. "Even though I didn't give Emily my letters until much, much later, I still found it helpful to put my feelings down on paper."

At that point in time, Randall had no one to confide in about his feelings: His mother had been gone for some time, fever having taken her in the early spring before he met Emily in the summer, and he'd long since fallen out of contact with Dorian (through no fault of either of them; his parents had intercepted their letters to one another in an effort to stamp out their friendship), and with no one else around, confiding in a piece of paper became his outlet for his burgeoning feelings for the angelic bride he'd met.

He smiled as he thought back to all those letters, and what he wrote: From straight-forward confessions of his feelings to poems waxing lyrical about her loveliness, he covered all of his bases...his pale face turned a faint ectoplasmic green as he thought back to them-maybe he should bring out some of his less polished ones and use them as a lesson in what not to do...

[nola-schuyler]

It certainly sounded helpful, even if it took a while to actually confess, it would be good to write everything out and see what her feelings truly were, to get everything out before admitting those feelings. Maybe it would also allow her to really think about how she felt, how much she liked Sally and what she hoped for if her feelings were reciprocated.

After a moment Nola did notice the slightly flushed look on Randall’s face, making it clear he was probably thinking of some of his own examples of confessions.

“What is that face for?” She questioned, a little smirk on her face.

[theheadlessgroom]

"Just, uh...just thinking of giving you a few examples of, uh...what not to write..."

Randall wouldn't readily share these letters with most anyone outside of those closest to him (God forbid the Hitchhikers ever found them; Ezra alone would never let him hear the end of it), but this was Nola they were talking about, she was very near and near to his un-beating heart, and he wanted to offer her a bit of levity in the face of the nerve-wracking prospect of confessing one's feelings, and so he went and retrieved another hatbox, one an aged white with very little in the way of decorations, setting it down between them.

"I'll let you read them...so long as you promise me what's written in them never leave the attic," he chuckled awkwardly, face still burning as he rubbed the back of his neck.

[nola-schuyler]

The letters were certainly romantic, though very, very sappy, to say the very least. Randall had told her a lot of his and Emily’s relationship, about how tentative it had been in the start and how they grew together, along with a lot more gruesome details towards the end but that was less relevant at the moment.

It took some willpower to not giggle at just how sappy all of these were, while it was certainly sweet, some of them were still a bit much, especially for someone he wasn’t married to or even courting at the time, she certainly wasn’t going to write like this to a crush.

“These are uh, wow… they’re very loving, hm?”

[theheadlessgroom]

Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your

@nola-schuyler

"I know...boy, do I know!" Randall admitted with a chuckle, recalling to her, "I'm very lucky that Emily made the first move, telling me how she felt, because if she hadn't...I'm not sure I would've been able to! I think I would've been too afraid...too afraid of her rejecting me.

But if she hadn't told me, no matter how scared I was...I would've regretted it every day of my life. It would've eaten me up every single day, and that would've been even worse, honestly."

Back then, he wrote what felt like a million and one letters he never sent, confessing his feelings for Emily in what felt like a million and one different ways...only for all of them to be crammed into a hatbox-out of sight, out of mind. It wasn't until after they married that he gave her the hatbox, and let her read all the letters.

Letters... he thought to himself, before looking to Nola and asking, "If you're nervous about telling her out loud, when don't you write your feelings down? Sometimes it's easier to say something in a letter than with your own mouth, I think, and when you're ready, you can slip it under her door."

[nola-schuyler]

It would be much easier to be confessed to, Nola wasn’t exactly the most forward person so being the first to make a move was honestly terrifying, especially when she wasn’t entirely sure how the other person felt. Even when forging her bond with the Paces she had been nervous to admit that she saw them as family.

Though he was right, it would be more regrettable not to say anything, not ever knowing what the response would be even if it was a negative one.

“That’s not a bad idea… and it certainly sounds less nerve-wracking.”

[theheadlessgroom]

"If nothing else, I think writing down your feelings will help...sort of take that weight off your shoulders," Randall admitted with an affable smile and a shrug. "Even though I didn't give Emily my letters until much, much later, I still found it helpful to put my feelings down on paper."

At that point in time, Randall had no one to confide in about his feelings: His mother had been gone for some time, fever having taken her in the early spring before he met Emily in the summer, and he'd long since fallen out of contact with Dorian (through no fault of either of them; his parents had intercepted their letters to one another in an effort to stamp out their friendship), and with no one else around, confiding in a piece of paper became his outlet for his burgeoning feelings for the angelic bride he'd met.

He smiled as he thought back to all those letters, and what he wrote: From straight-forward confessions of his feelings to poems waxing lyrical about her loveliness, he covered all of his bases...his pale face turned a faint ectoplasmic green as he thought back to them-maybe he should bring out some of his less polished ones and use them as a lesson in what not to do...

[nola-schuyler]

It certainly sounded helpful, even if it took a while to actually confess, it would be good to write everything out and see what her feelings truly were, to get everything out before admitting those feelings. Maybe it would also allow her to really think about how she felt, how much she liked Sally and what she hoped for if her feelings were reciprocated.

After a moment Nola did notice the slightly flushed look on Randall’s face, making it clear he was probably thinking of some of his own examples of confessions.

“What is that face for?” She questioned, a little smirk on her face.