#Emilesanders

[redtoondevils]

Best song for them.

I recommend you to listen to this!

I picked this song. 'Clown' sung by Emeli Sande. Not only for her talent. But also, I find this meaningful to how I think Sun, Moon and Eclipse over time had transitioned to. It represents low self-esteem, rejection, and comfort. (This song can be meaningful for people that has low self-esteem as well)

[virgil-sister-luna]

Please Don't Hurt Me | Sanders Sides | LAMP - Chapter One (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/HayvhBOrv8 Neko's are pets. They are like slaves, they must do whatever their masters says. Wear what they say, eat what they say, anything. They have no rights. Owned neko's must have a collar with your name and address. You can abuse them and not get arrested. Some people are against it, including Logan, Patton, and Roman. Virgil, a neko, is owned by Deceit. The man would abuse Virgil in many ways. The poor boy was absolutely miserable. One night however, he manged to escape into the night after finally ripping off his collar and locking his master in the basement. He didn't get far, and ended up passing out in the backyard of Patton, Logan, and Roman's house. !!!NEW CHAPTER EVERY SATURDAY UNLESS SAID OTHERWISE!!! __________________________________________ Cover by: Malc(?)

[hatterflii]

Another historical remile fanfictoon piece

Another potential gore and sickness warning.

“There! You should be good to go. May I show you out the door?” he glanced at the door, soon realizing that, all too soon, the sun had now set. The doctor frowned upon remembering the state of his late patient, pondering on what he should do with the somewhat immobile man, “Well,” he chuckled, “it seems to have gotten dark fast. How would you enjoy staying here for tonight? I would not want you stumbling home through the dark.” Remy looked up from his blood-soaked arm, a wide grin on his face. “Really? oh thank goodness, I’ve got no clue how I would’ve gotten back this late. Thank you, Emil, thank you!” He dove in to embrace Emil, but he flinched away with an awkward smile, “Now now, I do not want to get the plague either.” Remy gave a pout, crawling backwards to lay his head on the pillows. Emil gently patted his shoulder, “If you need anything, I will be up those stairs,” he gestured to a flight of stairs, “Just give a holler if you need me, I will be sure to hear.” the sickling hummed to confirm, closing his reddened eyes. “Sleep well, Remy,” Emil whispered, blowing out the candlelight, “may you have sweet dreams.” Remy woke from a cold sweat, drenched in his perspiration. He took a deep breath, which he would soon regret, as he spiralled into a hacking cough. Blood trickled from his chapped lips, dark blotches landing on the unfamiliar sheets underneath him. That was new. Last night came back to him, the horrible walk, the kind doctor and the odd herbs he had given him, and the offer to stay. Ah, that’s why he was here, the sickness. Remy’s gaze shifted to the window, early morning light trickling from the windows, illuminating a figure in the corner. “Ah! You are awake!” A familiar voice spoke, gliding over to the bed. Emil greeted the man with a warm smile, “Did you sleep well?” Remy sighed, mumbling, “No, not really, Lots of night terrors.” the priest clucked his tongue, “Symptom of the sickness.” The doctor stated. Remy groaned, sitting up in bed. He met Emil’s gaze, noticing a steaming cup in his hands. Emil noticed the man’s gaze, “Ah, this is for you. Thyme, mint, and horseradish tea.” He pressed the warm liquid into the other’s hands. He hummed in thanks, taking the tea to his blood-stained lips. “I thought you may want to head home soon,” the priest stated, “before the mid-afternoon rush.” Remy nodded, delicately placing the finished cup onto the side table. He swung his legs to the edge of the bed, attempting to lift himself to his feet, plopping back down due to the pain in his legs. “Erm, a little help here?” The weak man rasped, holding his pale hand up. Emil grasped his fingers, hoisting him up and resting his arm around his shoulders. He let him lean up against his side, awkwardly supporting the tall man’s weight. The duo hobbled out the door into the cold morning air, resting for a minute before Emil asked, “So, where are we heading? I do not know where you live.” Remy grunted, tilting his head towards a filth covered street, “Down that street, turn left at the baker’s, right at the blacksmith’s, five doors down you’ve got my house.” Emil nodded, steering them towards the cobbled road. Unlike the mainly stone hospital, the houses on this street were small, consisting of a timber frame, mud and twig lattice within the gaps. As they walked through the neighbourhood, Emil picked up on things he would have never noticed before, rats everywhere, frail peasants on every corner, and the amount of human waste. His leather shoes squashed into the rubbish, ruining the polished sides. The unpleasant smells lingered in the doctor’s nose, foul and putrid. Much to his delight, hey were soon engulfed in the sweet smell of pastries and bread, signalling they had reached the bakery. next part will be short

[ghostylen]

I re-drawed the @askmonstersides , and I love that AU so much!

[logicallyouterace]

Elliott | Ellias    Demile Deceit x Emile  Male | He/Him | 16? | Wh  Single | Pansexual Female | She/Her | 16? | Wh Single | Pansexual Inconsistant Condradiction Bubblegum Bitch So at first I only drew Elliott for the event but I decided since they’re twins I can just.. do this- It worked out pretty well.

[slavesofpop]

Escocesa Emeli Sandé Lança Mais Um Single "There Isn't Much", Prévia Do Seu Novo Álbum, Com Lançamento Previsto Para (06) De Maio. 》 Na Faxia Pop Ela Questiona O Real Valor Das Coisas Materiais, Quando Você Não Tem A Pessoa Amado Ao Seu Lado. Ouça Em Todas As Plataformas Digitais. #slavesofpop #emilesande #pop https://www.instagram.com/p/CbxtDmsuZzg/?utm_medium=tumblr

[emmisays]

Taking a short break to present you with... “Artists as Food” | A gallery | Part 1 * I’m sorry. I had wine. I like puns. And I like making collages. Something like this was bound to happen eventually. I will 100% delete this post. Just wanted to make you guys smile. Happy Sunday! Love Em x (That being said... accepting submissions for part 2 😂 ) #artistsasfood #artists #food #pun #puns #foodpuns #collageart #collage #collageartist #music #megantheestallion #lanadelray #edsheeran #kanye #rollingstones #aliciakeys #emilesande #tinietempah #samsmith #fleetwoodmac https://www.instagram.com/p/COYCorcHrC3/?igshid=1gyhccgst98f0

[ivyaddisondancer]

Clown 🖤 @thecountdowncomp @justplaindancin @mandynicolerogers . . #thecountdowncomp #justplaindancin #jpd #jpdseason33 #werus #mandyrogers #mandyrogerschoreography #mandyrogerschoreo #dance #dancecompetition #compdancer #dancer #dancers #dancing #lyrical #clown #emilesande #mtakids

[thedwergjedoedel16]

Finally got around to making a #closetcosplay of #emilesanders 🌸💗 Hope you guys like it!😁 #sandersides #cosplay #picanisanders https://www.instagram.com/p/CECY8l_jGJT/?igshid=k68ne44u6xsj

[kiddcuffee-blog]

One if my favorite songs! I'm glad I got the energy to sing again!! #emilesande #readallaboutit #coversong #cuffee #melodicsyndrome #singer #soul #nyc #orangecounty #lacounty #dtsa #nomakeup #sweaterweather #rainydays #acoustic #music #underground #independentartist #poet #poetry #freewrite

[shaihussain]

Don't miss #MixtapeMonday VI: Lover's Anthems, tonight only on the @bobbyfricton show @bbcasiannetwork. #drake #HoneySingh #johnlegend #mickeysingh #raghav #Usher #jaysean #aliciakeys #labrinth #ayushmankhurrana #arrahman #adele #satindersartaaj #RahatFatehAliKhan #cokestudio #chrisbrown #jordinsparks #bobbyfriction #bbcasiannetwork #emilesande #ArijitSingh #Pritam #kailashkher #shreyaghoshal

[hatterflii]

Part 2 of the old remile fanfiction

Huge gore and sickness trigger warning on this one! Read with cautio.

Once done collecting items, Emil turned to face Remy. The man had been silently waiting for the priest to speak, trailing the doctor's actions with glassy eyes. Emil gestured to the dark fluid, “Drink up, it may not taste great. Just to warn you.” Remy picked up the bottle, swirling the contents before uncorking it and bringing it to his dry lips. He took a long sip, grimacing at the horrid taste, “Eugh, what is this? Tastes like death!” the doctor chuckled, entertained by the sick man’s complaints. “Vinegar, I warned you that it would taste bad, but you did not listen.” Emil drew out the last word in a singsong voice. Remy grumbled under his breath, taking another gulp of the foul liquid, staring grumpily at Emil. The priest took the garlic from the cot, slicing the bulb in two with a dull knife. He fiddled with half of the root, dropping the other side onto the counter as he asked, “Could you pull your shirt down? I noticed some boils on your throat that need tending.” Remy scratched at the lumps, lightly pulling his tunic to expose a cluster of dark welts. Emil leaned forward, examining the enlarged pustrils before poking at one. “Ow, geez! Warn a guy!” The man yelped, jumping away from him. “Goodness, sorry! I was trying to see if I could pop it? That one looks quite swollen. sorry.” Emil apologized profusely, looking down at the boils. Remy grumbled, tilting his head to the side to expose his bump covered nape to the doctor. “Right,” Remy grunted, “just try to make it a little less painful, Less poking.” “Alright then,” Emil nodded, silently taking the garlic half to Remy’s skin, holding it just above the welts before adding, “This will hurt quite a bit, so be aware.” Emil proceeded to press the plant onto one of the clusters, earning a hiss of pain from Remy. He slowly rubbed the half over his neck, occasionally uttering words under his breath. “So, Uhm, how’s the life?” Remy asked. Emil glanced up at the questioning man’s eyes before looking back at the corrupted skin of his neck, “Oh, it is alright. Same thing every day, just an endless cycle of treating people,” as Emil spoke, his voice grew distant, “I have seen too many people die, some even family members. It can be hard to go on knowing you couldn't save them.” Remy chuckled, “God does that to you sometimes, tossing you about. I don't even know what I did to get this sickness.” Emil smiled at him with pity, gaze resting on Remy’s lidded eyes. “I am not sure, but as a follower of the lord, it is my duty to help you fix what your sins have done.” Remy nodded, ending the conversation. Minutes pass of Emil smoothing the onion over various welts, occasionally asking Remy to move his cloak or to shift in the small bed. With one last welt, he finally put down the bulb, picking up a menacing blade “Are you quite alright, Remy?” Emil quizzed, “you seem to have gone pale.” Remy became white as a sheet upon seeing the blade, eyes blown wide. He gulped, lightly nodding his head. The priest sat down on the cot, bringing a cloth and a bowl to his lap. He tugged at Remy’s arm enough to expose his boney wrist, laden with sweat and lumps from the disease. Slowly, Emil brought the blade to his alabaster skin, digging the sharp edge into the vain to produce a small trickle of blood. Digging deeper, the blood started to flow like a ribbon into the bowl, little streams coming from the crimson wound. Remy winced with each movement of the knife, gritting his teeth to stop him from screaming in pain. Emil frowned, “Would you like me to stop? I am almost done.” The panicked man nodded, “Yeah, that would be great!” He forced through clenched teeth, cheeks ablaze from the effort put into the task of not making noise. Emil took the knife out of his shaking arm, tying a rag around his forearm to stop the bleeding. Part 3 out soon

[omgkathryncampbell]

#currentmood #emilesande

[natashakundi]

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