#Emma Pole

[shloodles]

ID: several digital drawings of characters from Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. 1) strange with a manic expression holding up a dead mouse by the tail, eye twitching, saying "THIS IS A GREAT IDEA." he has red-brown curly hair and wears a brown coat. 2) a sketch of emma pole looking dead tired. she has messy ash-brown hair, purple circles under her eyes, and written next to her is "#girl." 3) stephen black polishing a spoon, and the gentleman with the thistledown hair behind him monologuing. stephen is a black man wearing a black coat, white necktie, and white gloves, and closely cropped hair. his expression is deeply haunted and disturbed. thistledown is a fairy gentleman in a green coat. he has fluffy white slicked back hair, long white eyebrows, long pointed ears, an angular face, and turned up nose. he is grinning devilishly, one long-clawed hand raised in emphasis, as the parts of his monologue that are visible read, "dearest stephen...feel...killing...some...hell...blood...skin." 4) a black and white sketch of childermass, a disheveled looking man with long greasy hair, a pointed nose, and a stubbly face. a speech bubble from someone offscreen (presumably norrell) reads, "WHAT SHALL I DO I HAVE NO ONE-" and childermass looking annoyed says, "I'm right here." 5) a 3 panel black and white sketch of childermass looking to the side, then seeing something and narrowing his eyes in recognition. the last panel is the raven king, a young man with a pointed nose and long hair falling into his face and flowing in the wind. he has leaves and twigs in his hair and ravens circle about him. written next to him with an arrow pointed at him is, "just childermass but more goth." 6) a sketch, colored in yellow, of strange lunging to the side and peering up from under one arm, shirt open, tie hanging loose about his neck, unshaved and unkempt. he has a crazed smile on his face. on a messy table beside him is the mouse tincture and a half-eaten apple. he is saying, "sO yOu HaVe To GIVE Me SOMETHING?" 7) a sketch of thistledown, colored in a light green, staring at strange with a bewildered and agitated expression. written around him is an ellipses, a "wtf" and a "how." end ID

jonny weird and mr normal sketchdump

[xserpx]

It has been remarked (by a lady infinitely cleverer than the present author) how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry. Imagine then the interest that surrounded Miss Wintertowne! No young lady ever had such advantages before: for she died upon the Tuesday, was raised to life in the early hours of Wednesday morning, and was married upon the Thursday; which some people thought too much excitement for one week.

— Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, by Susanna Clarke

[carlandrea]

Without appearing to know what she did, she withdrew slightly and joined her hands with those of the unknown woman, as if this was now the person to whom she went for comfort and support

[matressofwire]

She had shot him once. He would not welcome it again. Yet it would be better than some other, indefinable shattering, some breaking inside them that would wound him yet more deeply. 

RAREPAIRTHURSDAY @janeaustenlover 

[j-august]

And being a man - and a clever one - and forty-two years old, he naturally had a great deal of information and a great many opinions on almost every subject you care to mention, which he was eager to communicate to a lovely woman of nineteen - all of which, he thought, she could not fail but to find quite enthralling.

Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell

[mythopoeticreality]

Hey Young London! An 80's AU Fanmix for Emma Wintertowne

(LISTEN HERE)

[child-of-hurin]

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Fascinated myself by entertaining a crossover where two of my favorite "we have the same abusive boyfriend" ships met: The Gentleman, Emma Pole and Stephen Black & Dracula, Mina and Jonathan Harker -- before realizing I was thinking of the latter in the terms of my favorite fanfic AU for them, and not canon.

Dracula and his brides, then? But I'm not sure vampires dream.

Easiest of all, and just as interesting: Jonathan Harker, during his captivity, wandering into Lost-hope in dream, meeting Emma and Stephen across the ages... If only I had the skill to write it!

(Or meeting Emma and Stephen in current time, for a lighter mood... I had a comic WIP I lost that involved an elderly Emma meeting Stephen again in Lost-hope... But ultimately I'm more interested in the darker mood)

This also made me realize a crossover is possible with minimal timeline-bending... Setting Dracula a little earlier than when it was actually published, you can have Emma Pole be an elderly but still active lady... 100% self indulgent, as the universes are so different, but one can imagine Mina reading about this reprehensible Lady Pole who gives money and consequence to the suffragette cause :) Or Lady Pole seeing this haunted-looking couple, wondering whether they are being forced to attend some hellish, secret balls themselves.

[himbohaggins]

what if we 👉👈 "exercised each others emotion" 😳😳 and we were both girls? 👧👧

[anthythesis]

And shoutout to Emma Wintertowne Pole she was so fun. also a dyke

[virgo-79]

Uncovered - virgo79 - Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell & Related Fandoms [Archive of Our Own]

This is OLD and I am dropping it here because this fandom fell back into my lap very recently. Post-series, prompt-inspired, fluffy and mildly-picante John Childermass/Emma Pole fic wherein she watches him sleep, muses on his body and nature, and then gets handsy.

[thinkanamelater]

Thick and Sweet (Flora/Arabella/Emma - Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrel fanfiction)

Flora loves Emma and Arabella so much she'll do anything for them. Even let them drink her blood (Rated M)

Also on AO3!

“I'm not so sure about this, Emma” Arabella said, but she was looking at Flora and running her fingers through her hair. “What if it's too much for her?”

Arabella always cared so much. 

That was one of the many things that had drawn Flora close to her. And it was her concern about Emma that led them to this situation.

“She hasn't been feeling well and she lost her appetite, which makes me worry about her, but I can't exactly force her to feed, you know?” Arabella had told her one night.

“Would it help if, let's say, she could feed from me?” Flora suggested with a blush on her face.

She had a few reasons to make this offer. First and foremost, because she was honored that Arabella had confided in her, and wanted to be helpful. 

Also, because she knew Emma, and her melancholy was as beautiful and magnetic as Arabella's kindness and optimism. She wanted Emma to see her as a friend, a confidant, and perhaps more.

And, last but not least, because instead of being terrified by their condition, it intrigued and stimulated her in ways she had never experienced. The smallest contact made her whole body tingle pleasantly, so she would take any chance to be closer to them.

But now Arabella was doubting she take it.

Flora looked at Emma for support, who only shrugged, but there was a hint of a smile in her elegant face.

“Please. I can- I can do it.” She pleaded “For you” She turned to Emma once more, before looking at Arabella again “And if it is too much… I know you'll be there for me”

“Good girl” Emma complimented her, and Arabella leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“You're right, darling”

Emma led her into a big room, helped her lay her down on a big, soft mattress with a faint scent of roses. Arabella finished lighting up candles (so many candles) around the room, and turned to them.

“You're shivering, dear!” She said, sitting on the bed next to Flora and moving to take her hand “Are you cold?”

“I am a little nervous” She admitted, squeezing Arabella's hand. When she saw Arabella's expression turning into one of concern, she quickly added “But I'm looking forward to this”

Emma smiled, and Flora was ecstatic to see that it reached her eyes.

“Silly little girl” She said, with a hint of tenderness in her voice that Flora had only heard towards Arabella before, and therefore she couldn't take any offense in that.

“Let's get you ready, then”

Arabella grinned playfully, unbuttoning her shirt, exposing more and more of her skin, and kissing her lips tenderly.

It was far from being the first time Arabella kissed her, and yet Flora's stomach fluttered and her heart skipped a beat every time their lips met. When she pulled away, Flora barely had a moment to catch his breath before Emma took hold of her chin, turned her head, and pressed their lips together as well.

Her kiss was different than Arabella's: it felt colder, but also more intense and demanding. Flora did her best to kiss her back and match her intensity, and whined when the kiss was broken. The whine quickly turned into soft gasps and sighs as the cold lips followed the line of her jaw, down to her neck; and then made way to sharp teeth, tearing his skin and drawing blood.

To alleviate her discomfort, Arabella kissed between her exposed breasts, and drew circles on the top of her thighs, over her skirt. Flora soon forgot about the pain and focused instead on the warm sensation expanding through her body.

“How are you feeling?” Arabella whispered. Flora opened her eyes and had to make an effort to focus them on her.

Arabella's own eyes were glowing, and she licked her pretty red lips. It was clear by her tense posture that she was exercising a great deal of self-control. Flora wanted to give her anything she wanted, all that she had.

“I'm good” She half whispered, half moaned. The discomfort was still present, but it was overpowered by the enticing sensation of her blood flowing and Emma fervently drinking it “You can drink too” She motioned with her hand at the other side of her neck. 

Arabella bit her lower lip and her eyes widened, but she didn't move any closer.

“It's fine, Arabella, I really want you” She mewled, her eyes rolling back.

Arabella didn't hesitate after that. She and Emma quickly exchanged a look, and nodded.

Emma's hand moved up Flora's skirt, caressing the inside of her thighs, making her gasp and squirm. When she reached between her legs and Flora opened her mouth on a moan, Arabella's fangs sunk into her neck.

This time Flora let out a scream that made both ladies stop in concern. Immediately she yelled “For the love of- Don't you dare stop!” 

Of course they complied; and not only continued licking and sucking at her neck, but also Arabella moved her hand to join Emma's. She made circular rubbing motions, while Emma's fingers found their way in and out of her.

Emma's lips left her neck and kissed a trail down to her breasts, licking and teasing her nipples with the slightest hint of teeth.

The sensations were piling up in Flora's body, who was shuddering and gasping. 

She felt simultaneously pinned down the bed and floating above her body. Her consciousness was slipping, while the pleasure that was building up in her reached its limit and exploded, enveloping her like a thick mist.

She felt dazed and delighted, as she walked the line between sleep and awake. She was aware of movement near her, and her eyes opened just enough for her to catch flashes of Emma and Arabella kissing and licking the blood off each other's faces, of their bodies moving rhythmically, and in a particularly enticing vision (Flora tried to stay awake enough to capture it, but disappointingly couldn't) of them taking off their clothes.

When she woke up, there was one single candle still lit.

She felt a vague pain on her neck, and a weight besides her. She turned to check it and a gasp caught on her throat, as she was greeted by the sight of Arabella sleeping soundly, her arms around Flora's middle, and her chest, uncovered, pressed to Flora's side.

Flora stared at this magnificent view until Emma cleared her throat, and made her way towards the bed from the other side of the room. Flora looked at her with embarrassment.

"Such a pretty picture, isn't she? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stop you from admiring her. Lord knows I would only do that, if I could” Emma stopped a few steps away from the bed “I just wanted to say thank you" She mumbled this last part.

"It was nothing, really” Flora mumbled back. Emma raised an eyebrow “I really enjoyed it" She added, and Emma chuckled.

“I'm glad to hear that. Now rest, you will need it” She brushed the hair out of Flora's face and then turned, silently walking away.

“Won't you join us?” Flora called in a whisper.

Emma stopped. She looked over her shoulder at them, silent and cold for a moment, and her expression softened.

“Alright” She smiled slightly, the tiniest curl of her lips that uncovered her long, sharp teeth, and Flora beamed up at her.

[amoratearte]

pole dancing girlfriends

realm’s misery

[delightfulfeet]

Emma Watson in "The Bling Ring" from 2013

Dancing on a pole

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

On tumblr when you post you’re just playing Russian roulette with your post getting attention, but it’ll probably get ignored.

On Reddit any comment you make outside of some very niche community will immediately have someone downvoting you and calling you like, three different insults. Then they will wonder why you only log in every couple months. Like, it’s a very helpful website when you have a question for another community you’re in, but you’ll also get someone being immediately hostile when you make an innocuous post on a garden subreddit 😑

At least on tumblr people have to actually seek out your random ass text posts and go out of their way to start shit, and you don’t have the up and down vote system that feels like playing with my self confidence and worth issues.

Both websites are toxic part of the time (what social media isn’t?) and both are actually more useful for weird people, but holy shit does Reddit feel more aggressive about shit. Maybe it’s just the devil you know, but at least on this mess of a website half your hate will be for the most random shit and misunderstandings that people have to seek out finding if your blog is a normal size. Reddit is either posting on a dead sub or getting immediately thrown to the, well, sharks and wolves aren’t actually super aggressive towards humans under normal circumstances, so something else that could tear you apart instantly for just existing in the same space as them.

[empty-dream]

Something will change.

[nezoid]

Here is a recap of my 2023:

-Evelyne Brochu (with Felix dyotte) - “Le danger” live in Quebec City

-Tatiana Maslany (& Laurie Metcalf) in “Grey House” in NYC

- D’Arcy Carden (& Scott Foley, Chris Sullivan Katie Finneran) in “The Thanksgiving Play” in NYC

-Stephanie Beatriz at Funkool Shop

-Emma Myers (and Hunter Doohan ) at the “Family Switch” Premiere with Jennifer Garner, Ed Helms, Brady Noon

-Melissa Barrera (and Benjamin Millepied) at “Carmen” opening night

-Lolo Zouai

-Milk & Bone

-Edgar Wright at the Scott Pilgrim Takes Off Panel

-The Last Improv Show (pics with Joel Mchale, Terry Crews)

-Search History UCB & Spanish Àqui Presents at UCB Theatre

-Comedy Pole Show (pics with Melissa Villasenor Sarah Siverman, Beth Stelling, Ron Funch)

-ASSSSCAT with Will Ferrell

-Yelle

-“Finestkind” screening and Q&A with Brian Helgeland (talking about Jenna Ortega)

-Postal Service & Death Cab for Cutie

-Scream immersive experience

-Screamvı special screening

- Jodie Comer in Prima Facie

-Dior event

-Family

-Friends

-Dogs (Tallula, Wednesday, Emma, Winston, Hanzo)

-adopting Wednesday

-events

Thanks 2023,

Peace out

✌️♥️