#esmé sillies

[gayymomgod]

and who is this silly fella ……

[malusienki]

i used to ship esmé and olivia when i was obsessed with this series in 6th grade and honestly? yeah. i kinda had a point.

[firstelevens]

for Spotify wrapped prompts: Bake-Off AU (duh!!!) + 🎵#19, maybe??

19. Dearly Departed - Shakey Graves ft. Esmé Patterson

In spite of the fact that she's the one calling him, Daisy looks absolutely baffled when Sam answers her video call.

"Why are you sitting in a truck in the dark?"

"Did I hallucinate the texts I sent you a minute ago? Didn't I just explain this to you?"

"Yeah, but I didn't think you were serious," Daisy says, frowning at her phone. "Shouldn't you be at home with Bucky? Don't you guys literally count down the seconds until you get to be in the same city again?"

"That was one time, Daisy, and it was a very specific-" Sam trails off at the look that she gives him. "We had a fight."

"You're always fighting."

"I don't mean we had a silly argument over something; I mean we had a fight."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Was it serious?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

For a long time, Daisy is quiet, looking in the direction of what Sam can only assume is Daniel, doing something in the kitchen that carries the sound of clinking plates and cutlery across the room to where Daisy sits.

"I don't mean to be pushy," she finally says, "or to repeat myself, but Sam...why are you sitting in a truck in the dark?"

"We literally just-"

"No, I'm asking why you're sitting in a truck in the dark instead of going home to talk to Bucky."

Sam sighs. "I'm pulled up in front of the house."

"Sam."

"I've been here for a while; I just can't make myself go in. I keep thinking, what if we had all these almosts and then we spent a year scrambling for time together and this is how it ends because that wasn't enough? Daisy, what if this is it?"

"Don't let it be," says Daisy. "And don't tell me you don't have that power, because I know you do."

"But how do-"

"I don't know how, but I know it's not happening in the truck. Go inside, Sam," she says, and hangs up before he can argue.

Daisy isn't above texting Bucky to inform him that Sam is sitting in his own driveway in the dark like a creep, so it's pure concern for his own dignity that sends Sam towards the front door.

Bucky's back is to him when he comes in, but Sam doesn't think for a second that Bucky doesn't know he's there: his whole body goes still, like he's braced for catastrophe and doesn't want to set anything off by flinching at the wrong moment.

Sam gently presses the door shut and tosses his keys in the dish by the door, toeing off his shoes and making his way to the kitchen. Bucky still hasn't turned around.

Now that he's closer, Sam can see that he's pressing focaccia into a pan, the sleeve of his borrowed sweatshirt sliding down his arm and getting perilously close to dipping into the herb-flecked dough. Wordlessly, Sam reaches over and pushes up Bucky's right sleeve, folding the cuff over a couple times so it stays up and out of his way.

Bucky relaxes into Sam's touch, canting a little bit in his direction without even lifting his eyes from the pan.

On a hunch, Sam takes a risk and rests his chin on Bucky's shoulder, peering down at the two square pans of dough in front of them. "If these are apology focaccias," he says, "you have to let me go first, because there's no way I can follow freshly baked bread."

For a moment, Bucky is still stiff as a board, but when he finally lets himself lean into Sam's warmth, Sam feels something slot back into place in the center of his chest.

"It's not apology focaccia," Bucky says quietly.

"Oh," says Sam, trying to take it into stride. He'd just been so certain that--

"The bread is for dinner," Bucky continues. "But there's an apology pie in the fridge right now that's definitely gonna be a tough act to follow, so I'll let you go first anyway."

Put a number 1-100 in my inbox along with a ship/character (or an AU) and I will write you a microfic.

[pinniped-medibots]

INTRODUCING MYSELF !!

HELLO, I'M OTTO !! AND I'M A MEDIBOT !! JOYOUS !!

I LIVE WITH MY SIBLINGS AND DAD AT HIS WORKSHOP !! I WOULDN'T WANT TO BE ANYWHERE ELSE !! WONDROUS !! IM ALSO SHARING WITH OSWALD, UDO, FLORIAN, KLAUS AND KASPAR !!

MY FAVOURITE THINGS ARE HATS, SEALS, AND MY FRIENDS !!

MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY !!

MECHANIC @emotionally-mature-mechanic - MY DAD !!

SPYBOT SYS @emotionally-anxious-spybots - MY SIBLINGS !! I'VE KNOWN THEM SINCE FOREVER !!

MECHAMEDES @emotionally-mean-mechamedes - MY BIRD. HE VISITS ME SOMETIMES !!

JANIE @emotionally-clumsy-soldier - HE'S MY UNCLE !!

BOLTY @physically-vampiric-medic - HE'S HELPED ME THROUGH A LOT !!

CLIFFORD @emotionally-shy-soldierbot - THEY’RE MY COUSIN !!

SYLVESTER @physically-synthetic-engibot - WE'RE LIKE A TEAM TOGETHER !!

ESMÉ @mentally-joyful-demobot - SHE HAS A REALLY PRETTY GARDEN I LIKE TO VISIT !!

REDIBOT @physically-artificial-medic - SOMETIMES-FRIEND.

CLOWNIBOT @mentally-silly-medibot - HE'S... A BIT STRANGE? IN A GOOD WAY !!

PROTO @physically-bloody-medibot - ALSO KINDA STRANGE !! PLEASE DONT PUT HIM AND CLOWNI IN THE SAME ROOM TOGETHER. EVER. UNPLEASANT.

everything past 'keep reading' is ooc!

Otto, along with the other robots in his cpu, are medibots. Formed by the assembly lines that were once owned by Gray Mann, something from within caused him to gain the ability to feel, to think, to love, to become sentient.

Shortly after his 'awakening', he learned that they weren't the only one. So many more robots were alive, just like he was, and some have even been around for longer than they have! They were just the first to make themself known.

Otto is mentally around 14 years of age, and goes by he/him and they/them. He is the host.

Udo is the same age as Otto, and goes by exclusively they/them. They are the current co-host.

Oswald ranges from around 6 to 10 years, and goes by mostly they/them while occasionally using she/her.

Florian acts like one of the oldest of the system, despite being around 15. They generally enjoy taking a caretaker role for the system and others, and goes by he/him and they/them.

Klaus has the hottest temper out of anyone in the system, generally taking over when someone else gets angry enough, and exploding at whatever's gotten them riled up. Generally goes by only he/him.

#joyous! wondrous! - otto’s talking tag

#happy to see you! - oswald’s talking tag

#kannst du mich verstehen? - udo's talking tag

#at your service! - florian's talking tag

#quit bugging me. - klaus's talking tag

#blue pen ink - text post tag

#wondrous people - ask tag

#lookie!! - reblog tag

#gifts for otto - things made for otto

#hat collection - reblog chains/rps

thank you bunnysrph for the dividers!!!

[antiadvil]

i was reading your hoodie bow fic and this ask is just to let you know that i am so in love with that fic its actually insane. like if i could inject that into my veins i would. get that tattooed on my forehead. oh my GOD the silly banter... the way i could hear the whole fic in their voices in my head bc every word sounds exactly like what they would say... the initiating sex via kicks... and the END OH MY GOD LOU ITS INSANE IT HURTS ME like wtf why did you do that😭😭😭😭 do you WANT me to explode😭😭😭 "you have to get married to get divorced" "that's the fucking plan" literally shut up i hate gay people so much its unreal. im voting for trump in the next election bc i think he can put a stop to this bs with his zombie wife and maxxed out credit cards... sorry to send to a crazy rant ask btw but i think i already commented on ao3 and i didn't want to look TOO insane... anyway I'm actually fr in love with you thanks for being the best person ever and writing rpf with your glorious talent🙏🙏🙏🙏 bowing down to you fr💖💖💖💖💖 love from esmé

<333333333 look i'm insane about this fic too. i don't always get why some of my fics blow up and some don't but this one? i get it. within like a week it was my most kudosed story on ao3 and i get it. some of my fics i post and go "thank god i never want to look at that again" but the hoodie bow incident?? i reread that shit like 5 times after posting. more probably. basically i kept rereading it until i posted oh baby, seasons change, and then i started alternating rereading them lmao (i haven't decided which one i like more, i flip back and forth, i know the people have spoken and the hoodie bow incident has way more kudos but i think that's just because the "disgusting amounts of fluff" is not properly sycned with the "fluff" tag so it's harder to search for. I think I like the 2010 section of seasons change more but in the 2024 section they're not standing close enough to like mess with each other's hair and stuff and in the hoodie bow incident they're touching (omg) for most of the fic. but i like both fics a lot i think they're very vivid and just like punch you in the face with the sweetness. like "you've got to get married for that first." OOF. i know i wrote it but... it's the kind of thing that doesn't feel like i wrote it, it feels like it just appeared in my head. like it was the natural progression of the dialogue and i needed to put it on the page as fast as i could physically type before it somehow disappeared).

my favorite part of phil being like hey let's fuck and kicking dan's leg is actually when dan is like oh yeah sure. oh wait you mean NOW? it's so funny to me. like. babe can i finish reading this twitter thread first it's really funny :/

[soluumis]

⋯ ✦ uee would you entertain us with a couple esmée and syrine facts ?

jkal polar <3 i'm unsure if you meant trivial / silly facts or something else ? feel free to hmu if i got off track <33

⋯ syrine. (ft. small anteryne fluff)

› she loves to sing to comfort people ! she's unsure if her voice gives the desired effect, she doesn't consider herself a good singer but as someone so bad with dealing with her own emotions she hopes a lullaby can at least brings some solace.

› an overthinker, she takes jokes very literally. she's extremely bad with understanding irony and reading between lines.

› ironically, she speaks rather eloquently which can sound like riddles and makes it hard to understand her.

› she'd rather float than walk ! as she doesn't leave her plane so often walking easily becomes too tiring. she prefers clouds to grounds anyway.

› syrine seldom calls people by nickname, it's an 'unsettling' quirk of her. after getting really close to anteros, she started calling him 'anty' ocassionally making him freeze and bawl for sure huhu

› syrine being extremely sensitive and fragile-minded by nature, cracking isn't uncommon for her; her cracks are often caused by partings and farewells.

note. at the end of her first meeting with anteros, he jokingly said "farewell beautiful" with a bow and took his leave. hearing him saying that so soon was such a shock that she got another crack (she simply couldn't read the situation and took it too seriously as usual lol)

› syrine is very similar to a shima-enaga ! feathered dragons are a rare sight, it's often surprising to see her poof like a fluffy bird when wet / angry, or to see her preening her tail.

› winter is the season she's the least fond of. to see everything so desolate with only pure white is quite stressing to her. it's also the season whenre there isn't much life to witness; everything either died / migrated / hibernates making the loneliness hard to cope with. she has much diffculties with autumn for this same reason, albeit with the addition of ephemerality and the abrupt end of nature.

› she developped an obsession with snow leopards for some reasons. as she doesn't like to think about winter, she wasn't much knowledgeable about nordic wildlife until discovering those stunning creatures. what do you mean winter can present such magnificient fluffy white furballs !

› syrine was the one teaching anteros everything he knows about astronomy. when she was slowly turning blind, anteros always counted to her which stars and contellations could be seen in the sky.

› birds especially small ones are often attracted to her, she can sometimes be seen holding some sort of rehearsal with them. enthralled syrine singing in choir with a crowd of fluffy tiny birbs ? more likely than you think !~

⋯ esmée.

› her horns remain in all her shiftings but can slightly change in appearence. she has a preference toward owl, fox and dragon shapes.

› her eyes, orbit and underhair glow in the dark. (ut sans reference real)

› an overthinker; she overanalyzes everything in people's behaviors or natural occurences. if you don't give her an answer she will come up with one, often at her/your own risks///

› she hates uncertainty and rhetorical concepts, as her sense of discernment is blurry. she will often answer too seriously or fall into the true stupid statement

› she retained several primitive habits, like hissing a lot or affectionate bites

› curiosity often leads her to take the form of what she has in front of her, to blend or understand ? often at her own risks lol

› as lightning courses her veins, it's not uncommon to receive an electrical shock if you touch her quickly.

› (also goes for syrine) her orbit is formed via a small gravity center around her head the same way planet rings are formed; if you spinkle ie. gold dust or flowers it will just stay caught / floats on the orbit. it will just go with the flow and movement, like a river in a sense.

› the starry underhair is seen slightly floating / waving constantly. the stars inside twinkle too, some move around like shooting stars. also it acts like a cosmic portal somehow, don't try to put a hand in it//

› her mood can alter weathers, such as rain, fog or thunderstorms more frequently, albeit other weathers aren't unheard of.

› warm alignated and yet possesses negative heat tolerance, she is absurd until the end.

› she has the ability of creating dimensional portals.

› she gets curious about the smallest things, coupled with her inexistant sense of self preservation she is the embodiment of 'curiosity killed the cat'

› her eyes are immune to solar rays / sunlight, she won't turn blind even if she stares eternally at the sun.

› the underhair slightly change colors depending of the time of the day, regardless of which state she is in.

oof that ended up longer than expected— i think that's all i can think of ? i probably forgot a lot but ! thank you for your curiosity <33

[feral-dino]

The sillies !!!!

Doodles of Esmé and his bf (owned by @koalistic1!!)

[a-chilleus]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

thanks @michellemisfit for tagging me!

Name: Esmé

Age: 26

Favourite colour: forest greeb

What emoji best describes your current mood? 🤒

What season is it where you are right now? Autumn

Were you up before or after the sun this morning? After. Well, I woke up before dawn coughing uncontrollably, then went back to sleep and woke up again after the sun had risen. So depends how you look at it.

Are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? no, I don't like pumpkin and I live alone so buying a pumpkin and throwing out all the edible bits seems a waste.

Do you prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? Carve, it's tradition and I like candles. But I'm not very good at it.

Do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? If so, what is it? nope, I don't like the taste of pumpkin

What’s your favorite season and what’s your favourite pie that you associate with it? Autumn, 100%. I don't really associate pie with any particular season... I like apple pie?

We’re having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? homemade cookies or cake

It’s chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? hot chocolate

Will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? no, I don't have any Halloween plans unfortunately (no one has any free time in Cambridge)

Finally, what’s something you’ve made or done recently that you’re proud of? I passed 30 chapters and 30k words on that silly blank verse Merlin fic, and I'm quite proud of myself for sticking with it despite how hard the last two years have been.

[sasa-chans-random-history]

January 10

[49 BC] Julius Caesar defies the Roman Senate and crosses the Rubicon, signaling the start of civil war which would lead to his appointment as Roman dictator for life.

[1475] Stephen III of Moldavia defeats the Ottoman Empire at the Battle of Vaslui.

[1642] King Charles I and his family flee from London for Hampton Court fearing for their lives, not to return for 7 years.

[1663] King Charles II affirms a new charter for the Royal African Company, granting it a monopoly over trade along the west coast of Africa.

[1810] French church annuls marriage of Napoleon I and Empress Joséphine.

[1861] Florida seceded from the Union and in February 1861 joined the Confederacy.

[1920] Inauguration of the League of Nations.

[1932] "Mickey Mouse" & "Silly Symphony" comics syndicated.

[1946] The first General Assembly of the United Nations, comprising of 51 nations, convenes at Westminster Central Hall in London, England.

[1957] Poet T.S. Eliot (68) weds his 2nd wife editor Esmé Valerie Fletcher (30).

[1958] Jerry Lee Lewis "Great Balls of Fire" reaches #1 on UK pop charts.

[1967] Dutch Princess Margret weds Pieter von Vollenhoven.

[1996] King Hussein of Jordan visits Israel.

[2004] 9th Critics' Choice Movie Awards: The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King wins Best Film.

[2009] "The Black Eyed Peas" singer Fergie (33) weds actor Josh Duhamel (36) at Church Estate Vineyards in Malibu, California.

[2011] FIFA Ballon d'Or: Barcelona forward Lionel Messi wins 2nd straight award from teammates Andrés Iniesta and Xavi.

[2015] 72 people killed and 169 hospitalized after a mass poisoning of beer with crocodile bile at a funeral in Mozambique.

[2019] 13 year-old Jayme Closs escapes her kidnapper after 3 months in captivity in Wisconsin.

[2023] Prince Harry's memoir "Spare" goes on sale worldwide revealing controversial details of his upbringing and falling out with the British royal family.

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Sometimes I think about how in To Queen or Not to Queen that Esteban and Doña Paloma are such horrible, s egotistical rulers that they remind me of Olaf and Esme from a Series of Unfortune Events. I mean look at the quotes: I think the first thing I'll buy for myself is a shiny new car! Something with a powerful engine, so I can drive faster than the legal limit, and an extra-thick bumper, so I can ram into people without getting all scratched up! I'll name the car Count Olaf, after myself, and whenever people hear the squeal of brakes they'll say, 'Here comes Count Olaf!' Orphans, head for the nearest luxury car dealership!"

“Don't you understand that so much life is waiting of those who have wounded for you to finally DIE?!" 

“I'm Esmé Gigi Geniveve Squalor, the city's sixth most important financial advisor. Even though I am unbelievably wealthy, you may call me Esmé. I'll learn your names later. I'm very happy you're here, because orphans are in, and when all my friends hear that I have three real live orphans, they'll be sick with jealousy. You'll have such a glamorous life with me that your friends' eyes will roll back in their heads. You will be exposed to all the innest restaurants, the innest boutiques, premieres, cockfights, gallery openings. You'll have such a glamorous life with me that your friends' eyes will roll back in their heads. You will be exposed to all the innest restaurants, the innest boutiques, premieres, cockfights, gallery openings.”

Esteban: What my wife means is that we hope you'll feel safe and secure.

Jerome, don't tell them silly things like that.

Look there’s even a fan!

[gayymomgod]

hopeless romantic but make it aromantic and platonic . is there a word for that . i think that’s me

[predvestnik-a]

❛  were you … spying on me ?  ❜ — esmé, from here

Meme · @theladymuses

A chuckle ripples through gravely past his lips. Childe lifts his hand to his chin to scratch it idly, an act more theatrical than meaningful.

         ‘ Hmm. ʼ Suspense is a silly little thing, he cuts it before it's overdone. ‘ Spying? No, don't put it like that. I'm merely returning the courtesy. Or did you suppose I’m oblivious enough to not realize you’ve got your eyes on me all this time? ʼ

[lesbian-in-leather]

Esmé loses her voice. Georgina’s feelings. lazy mornings, interrupted. 👀👀

Ah! Excellent choices!!! (Here is the link to the title list in case anyone wants to send more)

Esmé Loses Her Voice

Okay so I do genuinely love this concept BUT also I don't think it'll ever get finished. It was in fact this very fic that make me realise I am apparently incapable of writing fun / silly stories because the entire concept was just "Esmé loses her voice and, being Esmé, makes it everyone else's problem" with a healthy helping of Eswell content for the funsies. And yet. I could barely exceed 250 words. I just- I don't know how to go on from here. So the snippet below the cut is literally everything I've got

P.S. if anyone can teach me how to write silly stories, I would be immensely and eternally grateful. I think they're so neat

Georgina's Feelings

Another Eswell one!! I started this months ago and honestly completely forgot about it until writing out that title list, but I do genuinely want to finish it because it's FUN. Basically, Esmé and Georgina have an established arrangement, and the entire fic is just Georgina resolutely Not Having Romantic Feelings for Esmé despite... the obvious. Very fun times. The snippet for this one is also everything I've got, but it's split into two sections - a paragraph from very near the start, and the ending of the whole thing (separated by one of these — bad boys for ease of reading)

Lazy Mornings, Interrupted

I would like to say that I am very impressed that, in a list of 20 titles, you managed to pick the three shortest WIPs in my collection, by quite a significant margin. I know I've already answered some of the others, but still. Anyway, once again this one has barely anything to it at the moment, though I do thoroughly intend to finish it, and the snippet is once again literally everything I have so far. This is the one and only Jacquesmé fic I've ever attempted (though I do want to write more of them, because their dynamic fascinates me), and the snippet I've included is from towards the end of the fic. Basically, Jacques and Esmé have been casually seeing each other for some time, but have hidden it from the rest of the sugar bowl gen because, even though the schism hasn't officially happened yet, tensions are rising between the two future-sides. Also Esmé and Lemony have always hated each other, and her dating his brother would cause unnecessary drama. However, this fic takes place when Lemony comes back to the shared Snicket apartment one morning when he and Kit were both supposed to be away, and Esmé has spent the night. He almost catches her there, and after he leaves, she and Jacques have a conversation about the future of their relationship, ending with the snippet below the cut (though I would still like to add some more to the end of it as well just to round out the fic better. If I ever do finish it, that is)

Esmé Loses Her Voice:

Esmé was pouting. This wasn’t at all an unusual occurrence in and of itself; in fact, it was her go-to expression of displeasure. What was unusual was that she’d been pouting silently, for the last forty-five minutes – something that was entirely out of character, and entirely out of her control if she wanted to have her voice back for the imminent auction she’d been asked to not only attend, but to host. Something Georgina had been hearing about, non-stop, for the last six months.

Safe to say, this weekend had promised a welcome break.

Until Esmé had actually arrived, of course. Georgina often insisted that she despised her lover’s endless chatter, rolling her eyes and feigning disinterest – but she was well aware that it was, at least in part, an act. The truth was, Esmé’s voice could make anything sound interesting, no matter how tedious the topic, and Georgina was rapidly discovering just how silent her home could be in the absence of that strangely entrancing voice. When she was alone, she relished the silence. But somehow, knowing Esmé was present and wanted to talk made it feel almost… oppressive.

She looked up from her desk and found that Esmé’s pout was now directed at her, and entirely failed to stifle her smile (mostly because she didn’t actually try to). For a woman that could strike fear and awe into the hearts of half the City, she shouldn’t have been able to look so… well. So adorable.

“Yes, sweetheart? Did you say something?” the pout turned into a full blown glare, and Georgina laughed.

Georgina's Feelings:

Georgina swirled the rather unnatural-looking cocktail in her glass and watched as it sparkled in the orange-tinted lights of the ballroom, pointedly refusing to look up when Esmé’s laugh cut through the general murmur of music and conversation. Her ears, however, were clearly not as well trained as her other senses, and focused in on the sound of her lover’s voice, headless of the distance between them. Her mind conjured up melodic comparisons, conjuring quotes from half-forgotten poems she’d read in her youth. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know her mind began, unbidden, reciting a sonnet she had been particularly enamoured with as a young girl, that music hath a far more pleasing sound. She realised Esmé was looking at her before she could draw the next line out of her hazy memory – and around the same time her mind finally registered that she was looking at Esmé. And had been for some time, judging by the self-satisfied smile playing across the other woman’s lips. This is why you don’t drink at parties. She chastised herself for her lack of self-control, even as she allowed her eyes to wander over Esmé’s body, barely concealed by her dress. Perhaps there are some advantages to these parties, she mused.

—

Georgina had always thought ‘love’ to be a ridiculous word, and a pointless emotion. Love is what makes the strong weak and the intelligent foolish. Love is what inspires rash decisions and impossible promises. Love is how other people get to you, creating a crack in Georgina’s otherwise ironclad defences. Love is what she has spent a great deal of her life avoiding, crushing into a tiny metaphorical bottle and tucking away deep in the recesses of her heart. Love is an emotion for lesser people, she is certain. So what she feels for Esmé Squalor is not love.

It can’t be.

Lazy Mornings, Interrupted:

“Mmm… well, luckily, I happen to be very,” she squeezed her thighs around his hips, rocking against him once to emphasise the word, and his knuckles whitened as he gripped her waist even tighter, “close with the fashion columnist for The Daily Punctilio, and I have it on very good authority that he’s planning on taking his incredibly stylish girlfriend to that exact location this very evening.”

“Girlfriend?”

“That’s what I’ve heard.” Her voice was deliberately neutral and she shrugged one shoulder as she said it, the picture of a casual statement. Even if it was the first time either of them had defined their relationship – and he really could call it a relationship now, because the infamously commitment-avoidant Esmé Squalor had deigned to describe herself as his girlfriend.

Jacques couldn’t contain his smile, even as he tried to play along with her game. “And I’m sure, since he’s taking his stylish and beautiful girlfriend,” and he was almost certain he wasn’t imagining the way she relaxed a little against him as he said it, or just how natural the word felt on his tongue, “to this restaurant, it should be appearing in this morning’s edition of his column, just so everyone else in the City is caught up with just how In it is, yes?”

“Precisely.”

[esmeoleander]

For the time being this blog is named Esme Oleander and I have mixed feelings about the name. I think it’s pretty but it’s too feminine for me. Esmé was initially a man’s name but the English language doesn’t care about French grammar rules.

I am non-binary and I didn’t figure that out until after I changed my name by deed poll, and I’m currently going by a different name that is read very feminine.

iDKHOW’s Dallon Weekes says that most band names are silly, and the name would be my stage name (I’m a musician), and that and my having flip flopped between potential stage names going on ten years now are why I’m somewhat willing to just let it be. Oleander is a boy’s name (not universally) at least.

Obviously you are not obliged to have an obviously gender neutral name if you’re enby but I guess I feel pressure to present in an androgynous way so as not to provide people with an excuse to misgender me. 

But then I suppose if I’ve told someone my pronouns and gender identity and they insist on being disrespectful, that’s on them 😬

[truckreincarnation]

Dual Destinies || The Final Hours [3/3]

Unbelievable.

Or, no. Perhaps it was entirely believable that she wouldn’t have stood a chance against someone with two hundred years’ worth of experience over her. Manami pouts up at them, still sulking for a moment… before bursting out laughing, now free of any trace of malice.

“Ahaha! Okay, okay… I do feel a lot better after that, and you did beat me fair and square, so… yeah! I guess I am!”

She wasn’t the final boss, after all. Just his penultimate henchman. She sits up, wincing a bit from the exertion and criss-crossing her legs, staying planted firmly on the ground.

“So you’re gonna want me to run off with a bunch of demands, probably, right? Since I can get there quickly? Well, I’m gonna need to know what they are first!”

… Germain looked back at the others, an expression that could only be described as baffled on their face. Back to Manami. They supposed it made sense playing along would’ve calmed her down.

“Uh. R-Right. S-Sorry, I c-can’t believe that worked. They’re… n-not just demands. Well, there are d-demands, like n-not d-destroying Last Haven, but… I know the c-carrot just as well as the s-stick. And it’s n-not just me. Haven’t you b-been listening? Everyone has a p-part in this.”

Manami pouts again. “Jeez, I was just trying to keep a little spark of rivalry going!! That’s how this is supposed to go. I’m not… just asking you. Really. It was just, you know, I was… ughhh, nevermind, it was gonna be a whole Thing!!”

“Th-There is no s-spark.” Germain spoke flatly.

“Wh, what?! Even after all that…? Come onnn, at least humour meeee…” she whines pathetically, but, well. No sense crying over spilt lactose-free milk. The next act is beginning.

A long, exasperated sigh, with perhaps the slightest bit of resignation. “M-Miss me with that c-corny shit. Esmée, A-Avery, Yuliya, e-everyone’s b-been pointing it out. We c-can c-come to a s-solution that helps the D-Demon King, if… you’d j-just listen. We have s-suggestions and offers to g-go with the d-demands. And if you w-won’t listen…” Germain glanced to Shin… winking conspiratorially at him. Way to kill the mood. “I d-doubt everyone’ll m-make it easy for you. So let us help you.”

Manami glowers for a moment, but sighs - with a significantly more overblown resignation. “He’s not going to be that easy to bargain with. There are some terms I know he won’t accept, but… if you really are going to leverage that stupid spell against him, then… maybe we can work something out. Something that doesn’t involve trapping him, either. But if you really want to stop him from destroying Last Haven, you are going to have to make it worth his while. After everything you’ve all said, it… does sound like some of you have ideas that… might not be totally terrible.” She makes that silly pleading face at Shin, then casts a slightly more apologetic look to Avery and Esmée in particular.

She makes her pouty little -3- face again, a bit embarrassed.

“... I guess you’ve convinced me. Let’s negotiate! Maybe, um, run some of that by me again…? You’ve got a few hours before I’ll need to take off if you want me to get there in time to present, um, present a case to him. He’ll be starting soon otherwise, after all…!”

[soluumis]

❛ stargazer ; may your journey leads you starward.❜

𓆰 solis / esmée. ー gilded star entity, a dreamer helplessly in love with the cosmos and it's dearly beloved stars. i am a tired illustrator attempt who loves astronomy and melancholic quotes.

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