#emma bailey

hi i'm mars!! this is the blog reserved to talk about my ocs so i don't clog my main.

i'm not an artist. at all. so this blog isn't going to be for that (unfortunately).

i'll just post thoughts and shit here. questions welcome.

profiles were posted in slightly incorrect order sobs

for navigation:

main tag is #emily honningbrew's outcasts

'spinoff' tag is #the elliott cleaver chronicles

character names tagged too. blame a friend of mine (@egret-orchids) for a lot of the names. i'm attached to them now so they aren't changing.

(he gave me the name honningbrew and forgot to mention it was the name of a place in skyrim. i didn't know that for a long time fight me /lh)

Zoey: Hey guys.

Emily: Yeah?

Zoey: sapnu puas

Emily: ???

Emma: What language is that?

Zoey: Turn your phone 180 degrees.

Profiles III - Emma

Emma Bailey is always trying her best. First she tried hard to be a proper wife to Will, a proper lady, until they both came to the conclusion they were happier as they were. Then, she had poured everything into being a mother, doting on her daughter as women should. Isabelle's a bright, sweet girl. Emma hopes she's done well in raising her.

But what was she supposed to do, when her husband had to face the ghosts of his pasts, the life he had abandoned to be with her? It's not that she has ever blamed him - his heart still seems to stray to his first wife - and yet she finds it odd, that he never sought out his son until it was too late.

Elliott does not like her. She knows this. He's angry at her for things beyond their control. He doesn't particularly like his father, either. Still looks at him with such distaste. Then there are the days where the grief becomes too much, and he's nothing but a boy, really, so he lets her hold him close. She'll help him weather the storm any way she can.

They’re opposites in the widest degree. Elise Hahnfeld is the ‘perfect’, obedient, high-performing office worker. She’s been a doormat for so many years it felt second-nature, but she’s growing exasperated at the drudgery of her normal life, her job that’s taken more from her than she can afford to give. If only someone was there to show her a different path, one where the unknown can be…

Emma: No, the other way.

Emma: Again, the other way.

Emma: Okay, one more time.

Zoey: OH MY GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?!

Emma: This doesn’t sound like a union… This sounds like the mob?

Zoey: Tony, softblock her knees in.

Zoey: It wasn't homie. This was a good idea.