#{emery}

HAPPY TANGLED ANNIVERSARY!!! i didnt have time to add all the characters i wanted to last year so this year i made sure i planned ahead 🫡

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I COULD BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND E. WALSH

“You look like shit,” Shen commented as the two of you walked in. Causing him to get nudged by your shoulder, rolling your eyes. Captain Obvious over here.

Of course you looked like shit! Your boyfriend, if you could even call him that, had been moody all day. Having chosen to start an argument over your work hours a mere half an hour before you had to leave for your job. As if he hadn’t had the whole day to discuss his grievances! You had warned him, when you had moved to night shift, how your hours wouldn’t be that open anymore. He had nodded, shrugged even. Took it as a sign to just fucking stop organising dates at all. And now he was throwing a tantrum over it?

But, instead of dropping that on your annoying ass coworker that is John Shen, you merely replied back, “Boy troubles.” Earning a chuckle from Shen.

“Maybe you could discuss these ‘boy troubles’ outside of work?” A familiar voice called from behind. Her tone just low enough to get the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. Lying to yourself that it was in fear or shame.

Looking over your shoulder to throw an apologetic smile to Emery Walsh. Adding a half hearted apology, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

You and Emery were well… coworkers seemed too simple, friends seemed too complicated. On nights out your eyes always fell to her, something about the woman just drawing you in. Maybe it was her lips? Or her eyes and how they softened just an inch whenever you discussed your boyfriend.

A shiver rolling up your spine as you recalled the last time you’d gone out. Your boyfriend, in his usual fashion, hadn’t wanted you to. Said he never saw you, but then decided to spend every moment of the waking day playing on his PC. However, you were out with one single goal. To get black out drunk. Ellis had already offered for you to crash at hers as it was closer.

But when you got drunk… your lips that usually held in so many of your thoughts, just opened liked a damn. Emery was across from you, a glass of red in her head. She had looked divine that night. As she did most nights. Your mind hadn’t been on that, though, no. It was on your shitty boyfriend, airing out every stupid thing he had done, every moment you had nearly called it quits. Everything. It had felt so damn freeing. Unaware of how Emery’s knuckles had gone white, burning with rage just barely under the surface of her skin.

So, with you too drunk, her too angry, Emery had let one sentence slip. “I’d treat you so fuckin’ better.”

It was only the morning after, head pounding, shooing away a somehow functioning Ellis, had you recalled it. A foggy memory. But those words had been seared into your mind. Forever.

Back in reality, you blinked a few times at her. Running a hand through your hair as you nodded to whatever Shen had said, before walking off. Needing a moment to yourself.

That was how the whole shift had practically gone.

Two hours left.

And all that was on your mind was Emery Walsh and her stupidly attractive smirk. You should be thinking about your boyfriend. About how you could make it up to him. Or how to finally admit that you two were over. But any moment of peace you had was filled with thoughts of her. Sometimes catching her dashing through the corridors, no likely busy as always.

When the two of you had shared a room, you had watched her hands work so skilfully. How she sighed when she realised the man would have to go up. Mumbling swears under her breath as she rolled her eyes at Jack. The confidence that came off her, intoxicating.

What you hadn’t noticed was Emery also watching you. It’s what she did most shifts, really. You were the guide in this hell hole.

Emery had noticed how your brows were always furrowed, deep in thought. Biting your lip with worry, a dazed gaze. She knew it was about that shitty boyfriend of yours, why you stayed with him was beyond her. After all, she was here. She could treat you better. Would treat you better. Just had to make you realise what was in front of you.

So when surgery and the ER slowed, Emery saw a moment of opportunity. And she fucking took it.

Dragging you into a spare room, you were that lost in thought that you hadn’t even noticed what was happening. Cute.

“Talk to me,” she commanded; arms crossed as she allowed you a moments breath. Stepping back.

Looking up at her, bags under your eyes. “It’s nothing, Walsh…”

For as much as she liked to act like she didn’t care. That personal life and professional life should stay apart. But, when it comes to you? Fuck it.

Sighing, she shook her head. Tongue pressing into her cheek. “You’re lying, don’t fucking lie to me.”

You really didn’t want to tell her. Already knowing she’d look at you at pity. Ask why you hadn’t broken up with the douche earlier. Too many questions that she hadn’t even asked yet. “I don’t - I don’t know, okay? You’d think I would be worried about my boyfriend, but I-“ Shutting your mouth before you spill even more stupid, stupid thoughts.

Emery knew. She watched you close enough to know when you were holding things back. Stepping forwards, leaning down to meet you eyes. A breath between the two of you. “Continue,” she commanded.

There’s silence. You want to hold back. Refuse to speak anymore. But refusing Emery was like refusing your heart.

“I cannot stop thinking of you, Emery.” Admitting softly, unable to look at her. Cheeks burning, feeling all of a sudden how aware you were of how your clothes felt on your skin. Wetting your lips, Emery’s hands ghosting your skin before grabbing your chin. Your eyes meeting.

She’s smirking. Of course she is. “Oh? You’re thinking of me? Is it because we both know I can treat you better than that shitty boy you call your boyfriend? Or maybe because you can’t stop watching me. I’ve felt your eyes on me all night.” At her words, she tried to look away. Her grip on your chin tighter. Lips ghosting yours. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” your reply was immediate. Quick. Fed up of lying. Her words were all true.

The moment your lips met, it was like heaven. Pure bliss, her hands moving to cup your cheek, keep you pressed together. One of your hands finding her hair, it was up, causing you to whine as you couldn’t grip it. Feeling Emery chuckle into your mouth.

As soon as it had started, she was pulling away. A string of salvia connecting you. But her hands didn’t move, the spare one running down your back, cupping your beautiful ass. The one she’d stare at as you walk past here. Pulling out your phone and thrusting it into your chest, stepping back. Heart clenching as she watched your face fall.

“Tell him it’s over.” She tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Then you’re coming home with me tonight. Show you what it feels like to cum again.” Kissing your cheek before walking outside, straightening her back and acting as though her heart wasn’t beating rapidly.

The trio + will 💜

Bouquet of Evil 5: Jig and Jive! A MC/Yuu Gift Exchange, number 5!

(click for better resolution, Tumblr squished the heck out of this one. We'll start with Mari in the top left and go clockwise.)

The kitchen ghosts were kind enough to allow this year's Ramshackle gift exchange had to be moved to the cafeteria to accommodate Mari's obvious inability to comfortably fit into Ramshackle's living room. However, they don't seem to be bothered by their size in the slightest since it means that the batch of cookies Emery made for them are each the size of a human's torso. Delicious!

Emery is having a wonderful time. How often can someone claim they got to feed giant cookies to an enormous golden dragon?! Their gift from Yuuna, a scarf covered in neon paw prints, is wonderfully soft and comfortable. It may not match literally anything in his closet, but he'll be proudly wearing it around campus anyway.

Having had her fill of hot chocolate (and filling her lovely new fish purse from Yuu(f) with snacks) Deeva is more than happy to settle down in a quiet corner and help sort through Grace's many, many photographs. An unsurprising amount of them appear to be photos of Grim sleeping in strange places/positions, which is always amusing to see.

Grace deeply appreciates the photo album she'd received from Deeva. Grace has been taking and collecting a massive amount of photos with her ghost camera. Now she finally has a place to organize and display the best shots she'd managed to take. And its even beautifully decorated with some lovely flowers!

Yuu(f) is busily sorting through the boxes of photographs. Many of them show some genuine photographic skill and experiencing all the chaos and shenanigans of Grace's life, albeit secondhand, is soothing in its own way. Although Grace's crush on her version of Malleus is, hmmm...a little worrying from Yuu(f)'s perspective. The beautiful handpainted antique clock from Grace is tucked into her lap to make sure it stays safe.

Yuuna is having an absolute blast! Lots of new people to hang with, tasty snacks, and a literal mound of flowers to provide a hilarious background for some selfies. Even better is the lil plushie Grimmie that Yuu(m) has given her. Its nearly as soft as her Grimmie himself and perfectly matches her Grim phone case.

Grim constantly claims that he's not a cat, yet it seems he's completely enthralled with batting petals around. (These particular marigolds are nontoxic for animals, not to worry.)

Yuu(m) needs some tissues. Getting a dragon mouth-sized mound of marigolds dropped on top of you will cause more than a little flailing and sneezing. What is he even supposed to do with this? Yes, he definitely appreciates Mari's gift (especially compared to his fear of a bloody animal corpse being dragged in) but seriously what is he even supposed to do with a pile of marigolds?? By the sounds of the demented giggling, Grim seems to be enjoying it at least.

Elysia and Emery were the first loves of Isolde and Caius respectively. Both were peasant women, both fell for their highborn lovers hard, and both were screwed over by them.

Elysia was a young huntswoman who grew up in the keep of Isolde's family. She and Isolde grew up together. She was a kind soul, and always put the wants and needs of others before herself. Isolde considered Elysia to be her better half, and when she died, all the best parts of Isolde died with her. Isolde's prophecy is inextricably intertwined with Elysia's. It haunts her every day that she chose power and influence over Elysia. I don't want to share much more information surrounding that fiasco because it will be a decently big reveal in the game.