#sammyemerson

[thomasien]

𖤐     @sammyemerson​      …      sc.

❛     i  haven’t  touched  it.     ❜

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          𝖘𝖆𝖒  +  𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖔𝖓       ➳      what  are  you  gonna  do?    kiss  me?       @sammyemerson

elaborate  joke  or  sincere  challenge  ?          wanna  know  a  secret  ?          it  almost  doesn’t  matter.        as  always,        simon’s  mouth  runs  off  before  the  brain  catches  up.        empty  lungs  allow  only  for  a  wheezy  chuckle,        honey–hazel  eyes  squeezed  shut  in  self–defense         –––––––––––––––                 ❛❛      dude,        don’t  fuck  with  me,        i’ve  done  worse  for  less  !      ❜❜                 and  he  has.        spin  the  bottle,        truth  or  dare        .       .       .        both  valid  excuses  for  minor  indiscretions  and  secret  test  drives.

𝚂𝙰𝙼’𝚂  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙰  𝙶𝚄𝚈,        𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷,        𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃?          𝙷𝙴’𝚂  𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚈  𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴  𝙱𝙸𝙶  𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈  𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴  𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃  𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚃  𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙱𝚄𝚂𝙷  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃.        𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃?          𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃?

 arms  crossed,        body  language  defensive.        just  a  little  too  zooted  to  make  objective  judgement  calls.        sways  and  sways  and  sways  like  a  palm  tree,        unfamiliar,        out  of  place.        kinda  like  sam.        yeah,        maybe  he’s  just  lonely.        simon  can  understand  that.        lips  pulled  taunt  over  smoke–stained  teeth,        laughter  still  animating  his  whole  body,        simon  cuts  in  next  to  sam,        throws  his  arm  around  him  a  little  too  enthusiastically.        fools–gold  hair         –––––––––––––––         he  swears  it’s  ocean  salt  that  clings  to  it.        simon’s  never  been  to  the  beach.                 ❛❛      be  careful  what  you  wish  for,        buddy.        did  nobody  tell  you  i’m  the  one  guy  who  might  actually  do  it  ?      ❜❜                 simon  seriously  doubts  it.        loud  and  obnoxious,        his  reputation  precedes  him.        he’s  sure  sam’s  been  warned.

[brkfstgrrrls]

@sammyemerson​ LEFT A NIGHTMARE AFTER THE TONE: 🚬 :)

                              Perhaps  if  she  were  outside  in  the  blistering  California  heat,  where  all  that  could  be  heard  was  the  birds  chirping  as  they  flew  by,  wind-chimes  gently  clanking  as  they  brushed  against  each  other  from  the  slightest  summer-breeze,  she’d  have  climbed  up  one  of  the  trees  in  front  of  the  house,  sat  on  a  branch  and  lit  up  one  of  her  Salem  Cigarettes.  It  was  her  favorite  brand,  not  because  her  brother  smoked  them  growing  up,  the  strong  scent  of  those  fumes  soaking  into  his  doorframe,  or  because  the  boy  she  fancied  in  her  science  class  back  home  always  showed  up  smelling  like  he’d  smoked  an  entire  pack  of  Salem  Cigarettes  all  by  himself  in  the  boy’s  bathroom,  unconventional,  but  expected  from  a  young  teen;  she  liked  the  fresh  taste  of  menthol  that  hit  her  tongue,  it  was  richer  than  Camel,  burned  the  throat  much  less.  What  was  the  point  in  doing  something  so  pointless  without  that  thrilling  risk  of  a  consequence?

Perhaps  she’d  be  addicted  if  she  wasn’t  just  a  kid  with  little  pocket  change,  her  hair  laced  with  the  smell  of  nicotine,  a  smell  she  found  comforting...  Maybe  she  was  addicted,  who  was  to  say?  The  thought  never  kept  her  up  at  night,  sweating  for  another  drag,  but  Salem  Cigarettes  were  one  of  the  few  constants  in  her  life.  Instead,  she  smelled  of  Giorgio  Beverly  Hills,  one  of  the  few  name  brand  perfumes  she  could  quietly  shove  into  her  coat  pocket  at  the  mall  because  it  wasn’t  hidden  behind  the  seller’s  counter.  White  floral,  tuberose,  a  bit  sweet  with  a  hint  of  woodiness..  It  hid  the  signs  that  she  smoked  ever,  if  at  all  on  the  occasions  she  could  bribe  a  stranger  to  buy  her-her  very  own  pack.

Sam  was  sat  down  across  from  her  at  the  kitchen  table,  books  laid  out  and  wide  open,  different  colored  highlighters  shut  but  laid  in-between  the  pages  and  the  spines.  Books  on  subjects  like  Pyrokinesis  and  Spontaneous  Combustion  were  the  topic  of  today’s  research  session,  and  not  by  choice  necessarily.  In  the  way  that  every  teenager  must  go  through  puberty,  every  young  witch’s  powers  are  rapid,  changing,  and  growing,  and  at  the  prime  age  of  sixteen,  her  abilities  were  as  uncontrollable  and  as  hectic  as  a  hurricane.  Just  the  night  before,  Alice  had  set  someone’s  bike  aflame  after  getting  into  a  spat  with  someone  on  the  boardwalk  downtown  when  they  made  a  less  than  polite  comment  toward  Sam.  Sure,  she  meant  to  start  an  argument,  but  she  didn’t  mean  to  murder  their  bicycle  as  punishment...  No  matter  how  much  they  deserved  it.  She  had  to  figure  out  how  to  get  this  under  control,  and  fast.

Eyeing  the  boy  ever  so  slightly  while  she  was  stood  up  but  leaning  down  to  skim  the  book  in  front  of  her,  elbows  propping  herself  up,  Sam  has  a  Tootsie  Pop  in  his  mouth  that  he’d  been  sucking  on  for  the  last  fifteen  minutes.  Alice  certainly  had  a  sweet  tooth,  but  really,  she  was  bored  and  wanted  a  break.  Part  of  it  may  have  been  that  she  needed  some  sort  of  distraction  whenever  she  was  doing  something  so  dull,  any  bit  of  entertainment  was  a  desire,  but  she  wasn’t  about  to  light  up  in  the  Emerson’s  house...  Partially  because  she  didn’t  have  a  pack  at  the  moment.  Leaning  forward  a  little,  Alice  grabbed  the  lollipop  out  of  Sam’s  mouth  and  >stuck  it  into  her  own.  Saliva  was  swapped  in  the  most  innocent  manner  as  she  sucked  on  the  candied  stick.  There  was  nothing  as  satisfying  as  something  as  artificial  as  a  cherry  flavored  lollipop.  Plucking  it  out  of  her  mouth  with  a  pop,  she  held  it  by  the  end  before  looking  up  from  her  book  at  him,  ❝   Say,  maybe  I  don’t  have  to  get  this  under  control.  I  could  be  a  good  tool  for  slash-and-burn  farming.   ❞  Alice  says,  clearly  joking.  As  a  witch  who  was  so  connected  with  nature  so  naturally,  she  would  never  partake  in  such  a  thing.

Giving  the  candy  one  last  lick,  Alice  leaned  forward  again  only  to  put  the  lollipop  back  into  Sam’s  mouth  now  that  she’d  had  a  taste.

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𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚈𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚂     𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃:     edie     @sammyemerson     is     in     the     top     ten     best     human     beings     of     all     time     and     her     writing     is     so     chefs     kiss     pls...     edie     if     ur     out     there     i     love     u     so     much

[abyssurviveda]

@sammyemerson​ liked for a starter 

SHE CROUCHES IN FRONT OF THE TEEN , GAZE SOFT & QUESTIONING ; IVY OFFERS THE BOY A BOTTLE OF WATER , PLACING IT GENTLY IN FRONT OF HIM AS SHE’S WORRIED HE’LL SPOOK & RUN - ------she wouldn’t blame him , after what he saw . ❛ hey kid , you doing okay there ? i got you some water , and once we get hold of your mom we’ll be letting you go home ; gotta ask some questions first , okay kiddo ? ❜ she knows he’ll have questions of her own ( doesn’t blame him ) and she’ll answer them , even if she gets shit for it later .( it's the last she can do , after all ) .  

[holyfragile]

you  make  me  feel  safe .          :            @sammyemerson .

          his  heart  warms ,  softens  in  his  chest .     moments  like  this ,  with  his  brother  by  his  side ,  remind  him  that  there’s  parts  of  him  that  can  be  good ,  that  weren’t  ruined  by  lance  years  ago .     and  that  sam ,  good ,  wholehearted  sam ,  is  still  here ,  still  himself  --  that  the  sacrifices  that  their  mom  made  weren’t  for  nothing ,  and  had ,  maybe ,  saved  both  of  her  sons .          “ yeah ? ”          the  word  might  be  a  little  gruffer  than  he’d  like ,  but  he  also  might  be  closer  to  tears  than  he’d  like .     michael  smiles  down  at  his  baby  brother ,  a  bubbling  of  pride  inside  of  him  for  what  sam  has  grown  up  to  become ,  and  who  michael  can  tell  that  he  can  become .     he  reaches  out  a  hand  to  roughly ,  teasingly  muss  up  sam’s  hair ,  pulling  the  blonde  to  hiss  chest .          “  you’re  always  gonna  be  safe  with  me ,  bud ,  i  can  promise  you  that .  ”

[brkfstgrrrls]

@onlyhoped LEFT A NIGHTMARE AFTER THE TONE: 🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝

@thegothfiles - Tyler is one of the first writers I ever followed on tumblr, I know this because I followed him on my first blog, Alice’s blog, and we both happened to have heavy themes pertaining to My Chemical Romance on both of our blogs at the time, and both still do if you know where to look. Stumbling across their blog, aesthetics of my keen interests aside, I was completely mesmerized by their writing, their formatting. It gave me my first taste of what tumblr rp was like. Tyler has a multimuse blog which contains all original characters. Something I loved at first glance, and still adore whenever I check it out is that you can tell Tyler is a goth, and grew up on that shit in one way or another, another thing I can personally relate to. Not just cusa’ the aesthetics, but all of his muse faceclaims are related to the alt. subculture in some sort of way (Gerard Way, Frances Bean Cobain, Peter Steele, etc). While I could say Jessie is my favorite muse from his blog because he’s my oc Rosaliné’s canon husband, like most, my favorite has to be Jack. Take a chance, and dip your toes in. Tyler might not be on here 24/7, but whenever they’re online, it’s a thrill to have them back.

@killshope - I first followed Bastian back in 2019 on my oc blog for Rosaliné back before I first really got into Star Wars the way I am now. We didn’t get a chance to speak as much as I’d like up until recently, but I’m glad we got the chance to. We wrote a bit back when I had Rey on her indie, and I can confidently say that Bastian is the one Kylo blog I will continue to follow for years to come. When it comes to writing Kylo, she never leaves any details out. She’s thought of an explanation for just about everything, which isn’t an easy task when writing someone like Kylo Ren, a man who had fallen from grace. His character is complex, and every detail within her carrd will have you hooked and waiting for more.

@pistollips - OC blogs are just as important as canon, and arguably more interesting with all of the time it takes to create them from scratch! For a long time, I admire V’s blog from a distance, so shy to interact. Never before had I seen so many people be enamored by a female OC, and it makes sense why. Something about Atty as a muse screams Campy, or melodramatic, the most extreme version that one could be, and I adore it! She’s evil, and she knows it. Don’t like it? Whatever. Her graphics are always being updated to something so unique, it’s like the hook of an essay, and then you see the way V is able to spill the words out onto the keyboard, and write Atty’s most authentic self with each and every muse you throw at her, it’s astonishing. She’s always so much fun to write with, and there’s never a dull moment when she’s being posted to the dash. It’s high speed, and you better keep up before you get left in the dust.

@thecrypt​ - I always thought it was funny trying to talk about Alyssa to other people, because people either thought I was referring to myself, or I personally thought trying to say her name sounded funny, since we happen to share the same name. We both write in a small community here on tumblr, which consists of gothic/metal/horror based OCs. Alyssa & I first became mutuals way back when Jackie had her own blog poppin’ off, and the first muses we wrote together were Jackie Burkhart & Kenny Mccormick! They’re a pair that we still write about to this day, and their little ship dynamic may have you scratching your heads at first, but it is simply the best, I promise you. Alyssa writes a mix of canon muses, and those of her own creation. Her blog has a heavy theme of spookiness to it, so if that’s your thing, she is right up your alley and you’re missing out if you aren’t following her already. As far as her bios and writing goes, I’ve genuinely never seen someone put so much goddamn detail into each muse they write, I can’t imagine being so creative and working as hard as she does on everything she creates; I genuinely envy that about her. Do yourself a favor, and at the very minimum, check her blog out, you won’t be disappointed.

@sammyemerson - Have you guys ever heard that meme about underdeveloped canon characters, and it’s Fiona Goode from AHS talking and it says “I took the liberty of sprucing your boy up” and the guy sitting in the background is Kyle but his face is scribbled over with “underdeveloped canon muse” or some shit? That’s Edie’s blog. Yes, I know Sam Emerson isn’t a lowkey muse with underdeveloped details and that there are like... What? three lost boy movies, but I don’t care. In my eyes, Sam is Edie’s creation practically. She owns the boy, and she cares for him so very much. I’d known about Lost Boys before following her, but I’ve since learned so much from her blog alone. My favorite kind of writing blog is when someone is writing a niche muse you don’t see too often like Sam, and the writer just spends hours pouring new details into them, sharing ideas and headcanons. That’s what Edie does, and she welcomes you to her little world with open arms. She allows you to ask questions, and she genuinely wants to write with all who cross her path, and I love that about her! She’s a free spirit, and a true writer. You’ll fall in love with Sam after following her and reading her posts. She should be coming back to tumblr soon, so give her a follow for when she does! You’ll regret it if you don’t.

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@sammyemerson​​​ LEFT A NIGHTMARE AFTER THE TONE: " i love it when you smile! i wish you'd do it all the time... " / ok gimme our kIDS

           She’d  tried  before.  She  tried  so  hard  to  fiercely  hold  back  that  smile  of  hers,  but  it  was  hopeless.  A  lost  cause.  Sam  may  have  not  known  it,  but  he  was  perhaps  the  one  person  who  could  make  her  smile  with  little  to  no  effort.  She  was  usually  good  at  hiding  that,  but  the  boy  had  such  a  cheery  personality,  occasionally  it  would  slip  passed  her  and  all  she  could  do  was  hope  he  didn’t  notice.

Only,  he  did  notice,  and  not  only  that  but  he  pointed  it  out.  Her  cheeks  flush  with  embarrassment  and  her  face  scrunches  slightly  as  she  tries  to  make  it  go  away.  ❝   Well  I  don’t  like  it   ❞  Alice  complains  as  she  tried  not  to  laugh  and  look  over  at  him.  If  she  didn’t  she’d  only  make  herself  smile  again,  and  in  turn  she’d  probably  end  up  laughing.

She  tried  to  be  serious,  most  of  the  time  she  really  did.  &  being  all  giggly  and  grinny  didn’t  go  to  help  that  attempt.  ❝   I  look  all  weird  and  stupid  and  no  one  takes  me  seriously  if  I’m  smiling.   ❞