#[ emmeline ; visage ]

[wickedlcvely]

𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩 )

✧ dossier. ft. emmeline.

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✧ character development ft. emmeline.

✧ musings ft. emmeline.

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✧ all posts ft. emmeline.

♊ ooc. | ali talks.

♊ ooc. | ali makes.

[emmeline-vance]

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[historiavn]

          @bijoupreciieux      said;        ❝ Thanks for bailing me out of that awkward situation. ❞ / to emmeline from dorothy gale or sofia weiss.

╰► SOURCE:         First Meeting Sentence Starters

CONTENT WARNINGS:       Implied Sexism and Misogyny

❝ Of course. ❞ Despite the RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION presently coursing through her veins as a result of this aforementioned situation (honestly, she wondered, would men ever learn to keep their hands and their perverted thoughts to themselves?), Emmeline’s reply to Dorothy’s expression of gratitude was still WARM and CORDIAL.

       ❝ Are you alright? ❞ CONCERN dominated her visage, evident in her furrowed brows and deep frown. ❝ Those men had absolutely no business whatsoever to holler such obscene things at you, let alone to approach and heckle you in public. ❞

[croupiex]

i was a child and she was a child, in this kingdom by the sea,

cassius is not so dissimilar from his mother.

he’s a stranger to himself, reflected in every mirror he passes and fabricated from an unnervingly recognisable exhausted vacancy that his mother had adopted before she too, became a stranger to cassius. yet unlike his mother, there were no pills that made cassius this way. there were no pills that forced cassius to empty himself until all that remained was a rotten void.

his mother had purged cassius’ body of his heart long ago, but even now that toxicity continues to fester, corroding him from the inside out. perhaps this is what they mean when they refer to the power of a ‘mother’s touch’ – the way cassius’ absent mother has made him the man he is today, worthless and utterly so.

indeed, he is as unworthy as his mother has shown him to be, has proven him to be.

(cassius is nothing if not his mother’s son).

but we loved with a love that was more than love— i and my annabel lee—

cassius is not so dissimilar from his father.

for as much as he positions his mother near the inception of the magnitudinal emptiness that dictates his existence, it is his father that lies at the centre of it, waiting to pull cassius off the precipice of resilience into resigned defeat. and it would be a lie for cassius to say that he had not fallen to the addictive song of his father’s ghost, a haunting siren nestled at the pit of an inescapable crevasse.

indeed, he is as insignificant as his father has taught him to be, has contorted him to be.

(cassius is nothing if not his father’s son).

and so here cassius stands, emptiness incarnate; forged within a never-ending strata of deteriorated vile rot.

with a love that the wingèd seraphs of heaven coveted her and me.

cassius’ lungs burn as he looks down into the ocean below, an involuntary memory prickling at the back of his throat as he catches himself mid-gasp in a desperate breath for air. years later and he can still remember the ache in his arms as they struggled to keep his head afloat, to keep himself alive. now, looking back, death doesn’t seem like such a terrible choice. if cassius had drowned all those years ago his head would have been blissfully silent, the incessant thoughts that crowd his mind today extinguished under the roaring waves of the ocean.

but cassius was a coward then, too afraid of dying to simply fall immobile and let the waves wash over him.

today, even as cassius steps off the dock, he is still a coward.

and this was the reason that, long ago, in this kingdom by the sea, a wind blew out of a cloud, chilling my beautiful annabel lee;

perhaps that is why cassius is running away – adorned in a heavy weather-wearing cloak with a gifted satchel of gold and platinum coins tied at his hip.

(emmeline had kissed his temple that very morning, softly and caringly in a way that he both hated and loved. she had murmured adoring promises into his ear as she tightened a glorified collar around his neck, reminding him that a dog must always heel when called, no matter the distance. cassius briefly wonders if it is emmeline that understands cassius best in this world as only she had recognised that he could no longer stay in a place like this when he himself had been blind to the fact).

too much a coward to die, all that is left for cassius is to run.

(there’s a glimmer of a question at the back of his mind, wondering, perhaps even hoping that the few remaining people cassius cared about would notice his absence: nothing of the human’s presence left but an abandoned apartment and a messily written letter).

he has no destination in sight, no notion of what may lay beyond the watery depths below and ahead – but cassius has never needed a destination, not when he had never imagined a future for himself to begin with.

so that her highborn kinsmen came and bore her away from me,

if cassius has failed to impose silence over the cacophony of his own thoughts, then perhaps cassius must learn to live with them instead. for cassius is desolate hollowness embodied, and that will never change because cassius is perpetually “just a human, an insignificant human – irrelevant to the gods and the stars up above”. there is nothing left for cassius, nothing left of cassius.

the ship rocks beneath cassius’ feet, protesting as crew and cargo are loaded onto its aged wooden planks.

cassius is running on empty, one step after another carrying him towards an uncertain future – but he’s lucky in that sense, because cassius is as empty as the fathomless ocean, so he will never lack in emptiness to propel him onward.

to shut her up in a sepulchre in this kingdom by the sea.

[healerrosier]

Evan Rosier

cigarette butts; saving everyone but yourself; stargazer; deep breaths; black coffee; the scent of a forest after it rains; rose petals; bloodied knuckles; talking to plants to help them grow; conflicted thoughts; there to offer a helping hand; breakfast in bed; uncertain paths; holding hands beneath the table; kill them with kindness.

Biography // Pinterest // Playlist

 ~ THE BASICS ~

Name: Evan Rosier Nicknames: Currently under the impression his name is short enough to not need one. Faceclaim: Manny Jacinto Gender/Pronouns/Sexuality: Cis-Male, He/Him, Bisexual, claims he’s straight when asked Age & Birthdate: 29, September 28 Birth Place: France - A rather unexpected delivery while his parents were vacationing on the coast Currently Living In: A rather large two bedroom flat in London shared with Theodosia and a puppy Positive Traits: Compliant, intelligent, determined, quick-witted, even-tempered, resourceful, kind Negative Traits: Cunning, anxious, deceptive, charming, empathetic, kind

~ Appearance ~

Hair: Shoulder length, black Height: 6′2″ Weight: Average Complexion: Fair Tattoos: Can be found here - Snake along the left side of his torso, dragon along the right side of his torso, tree around the upper half of his left arm, pagoda around the upper half of his right arm, couple embracing at the top of his right hip, and flowers along his left calf to cover his scars Scars: Three thin lines that run parallel along his calf, gained from misbehaving as a child Any other identifying mark(s): Begrudgingly has a Dark Mark - the begrudging part of that mainly stemming from believing something more creative/better looking/less in your face could have been used. Notable accessories: Evan has a tactical first aid kit shrunken down to fit into one of the pockets of his robes - constantly on him for the sake of preferring being safe over being sorry.

~ Interests ~

Favorite Food: Beluga's Almas caviar (What can I say, he has has expensive taste) Favorite Music: Classical/anything that involves string instruments Favorite Color: Saphire Blue Clothing Style / Preferences: Can be found here. Hobbies: He’s pretty good at Wizard’s Chess. Plays piano and cello. Can sing but does not do so in public. Evan can also cook and prefers doing so over having a house elf prep meals. Role Model: He looked up to his father while growing up and has outgrown that. Likes: Cigars, dancing, tending to his plants, reading, going on runs Dislikes: People that talk too much, getting interrupted, large crowds

[helenarosier]

FAMILY TREE

Callum Vance: Biological Father ( FC: Robert Downey Jr. )  Imogen Rosier nee Weasley: Biological Mother ( Jennifer Love-Hewitt )  Evan Rosier Sr.: Adopted Father ( FC: Jon Hamm )  Emmeline Vance: Half-Sister ( FC: Ana de Armas )  Evan Rosier: Half-Brother ( FC: Jack Falahee )

@emmvanced

[scthcartcr]

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[ visage ]  ♔‘ﾟ‣ dissolving like the setting sun

[ headcanon ]  *⚜ ‣ i dreamt last night of a sign that read the end of love

[ musings ]  ☆ﾟ*・ﾟ ‣ you’ll always be my favorite ghost

[ answered ]   ˚⊹ ‣ how does it feel?

[ interaction ]  # ˚ ‣ i was causing such a scene

[ music ]  𝄡 ♫ ‣ reaching in the dark

[ aesthetic ] ・ﾟ ☆ ‣ without your love ill be so long and lost

[ christopher ]  ˚♔ ∘ ‣ take me down im too tired now leave me where i lie

[ amycus ] ☆・ﾟ ♔ ∘ ‣  everybody’s waiting up to hear if i dare speak your name

[ emmeline ]  ‘ﾟ⚜ * ・ﾟ ‣ hold on to each other

[ walden ]  *・ﾟ♘ *・ﾟ‣ there’s a special kind of sadness that comes with spring

[ bellatrix ] ゜゜・． ‣  its been so long between the words we spoke

[ alecto ] * ・ﾟ# ・ﾟ‣ we haven’t spoken in a long time

[alohcmcrax]

tag dump. 

[oqaalescent]

new tags for davina claire , eloa meaux, emmeline vance  &  felix agosti

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( TAGS ! )

[venusiiian]

*/ emmeline tag drop!

[oldblog-amor]

tag drop . emmeline vance

[croupiex]

it was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea,

to an outsider, their entangled limbs might read as intimate, romantic even; cassius’ head tilted up by the beckoning of emmeline’s firm grip along his jawline as she pressed a half-melted chocolate treat between his lips. his eyes are cast downwards and away, shadowed in the dim lighting offered by the year’s final setting sun.

that a maiden there lived whom you may know by the name of annabel lee;

(he briefly wonders if luke is spending the new years alone, if he had spent his birthday alone. but the thoughts don’t last long, because what a stranger does is none of his business, not really).

and this maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me.

the chocolate is the perfect balance of sweet that emmeline knows he likes, and it tastes even sweeter when he licks away the melted remnants from her fingers, taking her hand in his and pressing fleeting kisses to the back of her hand. if he wanted, cassius could live like this forever; mind fogged with no other thoughts than a heady desire to worship and be worshipped.

the angels, not half so happy in heaven, went envying her and me—

“tonight is a night of celebration… shall I be kind and treat you gently cassius?”

the human pauses at that, lips momentary stilted against the strongarm’s smooth skin. her offer had caught him off guard, embedded within it a prospect of an outcome cassius doesn’t desire, not from emmeline. and cassius thinks she knows this too, simply wishes to hear him confirm that he wants her to break him apart in that methodically sadistic way that only she knows how.

he doesn’t look up when he admits, “no”.

“your manners?”

“please no”.

yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, in this kingdom by the sea)

cassius doesn’t need to see her to know that his answer has satisfied her. he can hear the smile in her voice even before she grips his jaw and forces cassius to look her in the eyes, eyes gazing down at him, ever so endeared by the human’s humiliation, “good boy”.

that the wind came out of the cloud by night, chilling and killing my annabel lee.

[lvdias]

closed starter for @yourstrulyrita​

As far as Ministry events, this year’s gala hadn’t been all bad. Lydia had enjoyed the atmosphere and its company for the most part; catching up with Alastor and Clara, indulging in an assortment of appetizers and refreshments with Emmeline, and even managing to grab a dance or two with Remiel (albeit reluctantly and with much hesitation, on her part). Yet, as pleasant as each of these activities had been, none of them had been what she wanted to do. Not really. At least not without the one person she had been most hoping to see.

They had agreed to meet following the auction, in a makeshift and magically-concealed courtyard, just outside the walls of the atrium.  After much fanfare, the auction had finally come to an end, the moments until its conclusion passing with an unbearable stagnance. She had all but rushed for the exit, practically knocking over a pair of auction attendees in the process, both of whom appeared to be in the midst of an argument over the items they had just acquired. But, then, just as Rita came into sight, she immediately stopped in her tracks. Not even the glowing moon and twinkling stars above, in all of their celestial magnificence, could hope to compare to the visage of the woman before her. She approached the woman slowly, as if not to disturb her solitude, though she was sure the rapid beating of her heart could be heard by anyone within their vicinity. Before loosing her nerve completely, Lydia reached for her, their hands only inches from touching as they stood beside one another. “I’ve been waiting to tell you this all night, but you... Merlin, Rita, you look beautiful.” 

[okbenjy]

i like you lots ’  an emmeline & benjy playlist 1. )  like you lots  LANY   2. )  stay a little longer  LOSTBOYCROW   3. )  i like me better remix  RYAN RIBACK   4. )  speechless  GLADES   5. )  verona  LOSTBOYCROW   6. )  be mine  OFENBACH   7. )  complicated  KIIARA   8. )  sing for ya  DJ RUPP   9. )  raincoat  TIMEFLIES   10. )  all for love  JACK & JACK   11. )  where do you go  FLOR