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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 months
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Emily and the extra realization that an angel had her wings torn off and eye gouged out and halo repossessed and was left for dead in hell- why exactly??
Emily: "A child."
Lute: "A filthy little sinner."
Emily: "You did all that to her, because she showed a moment of mercy to, a C H I L D?"
Lute: "Yes."
Emily: "And then you tried blackmailing her with this??"
Lute: "Yes."
Emily: "That's terrible."
Lute: "I'll admit it didn't work how we wanted it to, but the broken look on her disgusting little demon fling's face was still worth it."
Emily: "I meant that it was a wrong and terrible thing to do TO her. And to Charlie!"
Lute: "They've probably already broken up by now. That traitor will spend her final hours alone and wretched with nothing but her own failings to keep her company."
Emily: "How you can SMILE while saying that!?"
Lute: "Oh don't worry, she'll be out of her misery soon enough."
Emily: "..... respectfully Lute, I hope she fucks you up a little."
Lute: There's no chance in hell.
Lute: (comes back sans arm after getting a little fucked up by vaggie in hell)
Emily: "HA!"
Emily: "Anyway have you met our newest angel Sir Pentious? Sir Pentious is an angel now. He arrived here fresh from hell. Did you know sinners can be redeemed and Charlie was right and you were wrong and Vaggie did the right thing and Sir Pentious was just telling me allllll about how they made up and it was very cute and they're probably going to be in love forever? Meanwhile, YOU on the other hand- oh I'm so sorry, Lute. Too soon?" :)
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anna-scribbles · 3 months
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adrien tell ur mom to leave me alone !
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anthurak · 3 months
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Continuing on the topic of the possibility of a Charlie/Vaggie/Emily polycule*, I thought I’d discuss a few other thoughts on why these three could totally work together:
Assuming that Vaggie was originally human, and perhaps has even ‘become’ human again in a way with the removal of her wings, then these three together could represent an interesting thematic ‘trinity’ bridging Hell and Heaven: We have a Demon (Charlie), a Human (Vaggie) and an Angel (Emily) all coming together.
Next, and this could have some interesting implications for the next two episodes if we get a B-plot focused on Vaggie, given just how SIMILAR Charlie and Emily are, if Vaggie had to spend any amount of time with Emily, you can’t tell me she wouldn’t start falling for Emily too. Or that Vaggie trying to stay angry/jealous of Emily and failing miserably wouldn’t be completely hilarious.
Additionally, you know how Charlie’s and Vaggie’s character designs are clearly meant to subvert a lot of traditional gender norms? Like how Charlie is has a lot traditionally feminine/‘girly’ personality traits like being super upbeat, cheerful, friendly and kind, yet dresses exclusively in masculine clothes and is taller than her partner, while Vaggie has a lot of traditionally masculine/butch personality traits yet wears much more feminine clothing and is the shorter of the pair? Well imagine if Emily ends up following this trend if/when she joins Charlie and Vaggie in Hell?
Like say, Fallen-Angel!Emily ends up going PURE emo/goth/punk look, while of course remaining exactly the same upbeat, cheerful cinnamon roll just like Charlie that she was before. And maybe cheerfully dropping f-bombs left and right because she can swear now and thinks cussing is really fun!
*Speaking of which, have we settled on a ship name for these three yet? I realize ‘Chaggiem’ works well enough (and sounds amusingly similar to ‘requiem’ of all things) but personally I think ‘Unholy Trinity’ is pretty good. Alternatively, ‘Two and a Half Halos’.
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no0dlecatk · 4 months
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Emilyyyy (added the freckles cause I forgorrrr)
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cassiepotter · 5 months
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having old money ceo!james thoughts.
imagine you guys going to the country club and he's there to chat business with people and you're just there for the spa and middle aged lady gossip. imagine you guys in a big fancy victorian mansion in the rich people suburbs, going to charity balls and galas, always being the youngest, prettiest couple wherever you go. imagine going to his massive skyscraper office and getting glared at by his secretary because she's so jealous of you.
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yashley · 8 months
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"You want to bum a cig?" "Yeah, I’m just feeling like I want a little extra buzz."
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valorianknights · 2 months
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Here's my take on Emily's Demon form.
Ya know, if she falls.
(I feel like she will tbh)
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ephiesoul · 29 days
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Chibi Sera, Saint Peter, Emily, Lute & Adam 🌺✨ Happy Easter Everyone! Have a safe and happy day! 🌷🌿
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ollierachnid · 2 days
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[covered in blood] dont worry sam is in her 4 hour bath
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uncontrol-freak · 4 months
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artemx746 · 3 months
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Okay obviously Vivian is an ass but you do have to wonder about the rest of the Arcadia six. Do you think some of them feel bad for what they did/are doing. Do you think some of them miss Emily Garland, their friend, who helped them escape, not Vivian Walton. Do they mourn her even though she’s not dead, just so unrecognisable from the person they knew. Do you think seeing what was presumably the most traumatic event of their lives being recreated over and over again was their last straw to leave Walton Media. Do you think some of them sought out Trevor and Angela just to try and find some solace in their pain. Do you think they tried to help them create Solano Hills and make the documentary not for some sort of revenge but just as a way of trying to get closure.
Or do you think some of them tried a similar approach to Vivian, pretend, get a new identity, stay with Walton Media even if they’ve hurt you so much because that’s where your friends are. Do you think some of them have become so caught up in a fantasy like Vivian is and have told so many lies to the point where they’ve started believing them.
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vroomian · 2 months
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actually maybe the reason Charlie makes the connection from 'yrz' to 'my uncle blue (what she called yrz as a child)' was because yrz, as the only actual responsible person Lucifer knows, was often roped into babysitting while the royal couple were busy or fighting.
i'm picturing yrz in full library demon get up and sitting at a cramped table with three-year-old charlie, having a very serious tea party. it's also important to me you know that yrz can change his height and his library demon form is the tallest. so he's folded in half, knees up to his chest, holding a plastic cup that's thimble-sized compared to him.
the fact that children love yrz hasn't changed, nor has his habit of treating them like small, unfinished people who should be Taught and Listened To Seriously. most of his patience actually goes towards children no matter how little he likes them lol.
also: yrz singning baby Charlie to sleep, of when she gets upset. maybe even the start of baby Charlie's lifelong love of music, coupled with lillith's canon beautiful voice? I'm picturing specifically Little Saphire's lullaby by Ginny Di (change saphire to ruby maybe?), if i were a fish by corook, riverboat shanty by emily axford. just cute sweet little songs.
and then later yrz is hanging out at the hotel and it's late enough that everyone else is asleep, but charlie wanders out (post-meeting adam) because she's worried about heaven. yrz makes her a hot chocolate, and they sit in quiet, and charlies like. why does this feel so familiar? yrz, who is reading a book, starts humming saphires's lullaby unconsciously. then it clicks and charlies like: "uncle blue????? Why are you short now?"
and yrz is like whoops, cats out of the bag lol. also rude. so charlie and lucifer are the only ones who know that yrz is also the library demon.
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anna-scribbles · 4 months
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they should've been at the club(infertility treatment centers)
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feelingtheaster99 · 2 months
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In this recap, Brennan mentioned the curdling feeling and Fig’s strange accidents right before talking about Gilear and Hillariel leaving Fabian which has me more convinced than ever that Gilear and Fig have switched luck
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butmakeitgayblog · 6 days
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... Ehm-ehm.
H-have we seen Anne Hathaway photoshoot?
I'm not ok.
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I tell you God really fumbled not making her a soft dyke because she would've pulled so much ass without even trying. Without even trying. I'd let her ruin my credit. Fuck.
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no-light-left-on · 6 months
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post-DotO Emily and human Outsider shenanigans, because their friendship needs more love. a little over 800 words
“How do I look?”
Emily looks up from her correspondence with the Duke of Serkonos to see the Outsider dressed in his new clothes. The shirt is of fine ashen grey silk, paired with deep blue pants and a waistcoat to match. He’s fidgeting again, his fingers toying with the corded loop of his top button, but he lowers his hands to let Emily take the whole look in.
She knew why she recommended her personal tailor to fashion the Outsider's new wardrobe for his inevitable introduction to the court.
The clothes suit him.
“You look stupid,” Emily says and the Outsider gasps.
“I will have you know that this style of embroidery and fine cording has a long tradition in Tyvia that predates the Empire of the Isles by centuries,” he tells her. “By incorporating it into the newest fashions of the Isles the people of Tyvia express their connection to their history and tradition while embracing the modern ways of life and cosmopolitanism of the Empire.” His back straightens and he rolls his shoulders back. The fine wool fabric hugs his chest perfectly and the silk of his sleeves falls over his slender forearms like waves of a stormy sea as it spills over into the Void. And yet the clothes make him appear much more human than the leather he wore back when he still was the Outsider.
Emily rolls her eyes. “Wow, you are nerdy and stupid.”
The Outsider’s cheeks flush with irritation and his top lip juts out. He is pouting. Emily chooses to forego teasing him about that.
“I thought you said you want to try something new?” she asks instead, diverting the Outsider’s attention from whatever lecture he had coming next about the importance of tradition and history of Tyvian folk motifs in aristocratic fashion. She vaguely remembers him speaking of it as she wrote a letter to Wyman while he decided how he should present himself to the nobles of Dunwall.
“This is different,” he says. “I’m wearing more colour than you could have ever possibly seen me don in the past.”
“Barely,” Emily shoots back. The blue of the fabric mirrors that of a clouded sky right after sunset. Variety, Emily thinks, is not something that she can expect from the Outsider’s wardrobe anytime soon.
Her tailor, bless her heart, does not say a word in regard to the insults thrown at the Outsider’s personal style and taste. “We can still adjust the fit,” she says, brushing over the differences between black and indigo or ash and slate grey that encompass all of the Outsider’s wardrobe. She’s heard enough on the topic from Corvo in her years at the helm of the royal boudoir. She provides no warning as she grips the strip of fabric at the Outsider’s back and pulls until the fit is snug and the Outsider startles and yelps. She pays him no mind, instead fixes the folds of the fabric fanning out over his backside.
Emily whistles. “Your waistline is incredible.”
“Thank you,” the Outsider says with a smug smile. “I hear narrow waist is popular with the older gentlemen of Dunwall these days.”
Both Emily and the tailor freeze.
“Do not,” Emily stresses, “ever say these words around me ever again.”
“I could fit the waistcoat to this size,” the tailor suggests in a desperate attempt to move the conversation anywhere that is not the Outsider’s subtle suggestion of sleeping with half of Emily’s court to gain their favour and support. “We can keep the clasp, too, but that is mostly seen as…” she weighs her words, “juvenile.”
“Leave it as is,” Emily tells her. “He’s going to fill out some, now that he has real food, and then you’d have to change it again. Save yourself the trouble, please.”
“Real food,” the Outsider mimics with a tinge of sarcasm. Juvenile, Emily thinks, is the perfect word to describe him after all.
“Yes,” Emily says. “You’ve only really eaten whatever in the Void Billie bothered to feed you with. And I would not ever dare suggest that to be real or proper meals, for the most part.”
“How would you even know what she fed me?”
“I spent a couple weeks with her. To call our eating habits proper meals would be an insult. Then again, your habit to eat only pastries is not to be considered a proper meal, either.”
The door opens, then, breaking the awkward air hanging over their little company, and Corvo walks in with a small collection of letters for Emily.
“Corvo,” the Outsider exclaims in way of greeting. “How do I look?”
Corvo does not spare him even a glance, instead passes by him to hand the letters to Emily.
“Stupid,” he answers after a beat of silence, and the Outsider pouts once more.
“I hate you,” he tells him, then turns to Emily, “both of you.”
Emily bursts out laughing.
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