#esmé sillies

[gayymomgod]

it’s been like . a month since i’ve found the g4 apple ibook from my older brother and STILL no charger . LET ME IN !!! I WANNA KNOW WHATS ON THERE !!!!!!!!!!!!

[gayymomgod]

search up fashion, pantone, mood and food and download the first picture !! ^_^

yeah i’d say this is pretty accurate actually … esp that green ….

tagging: anyone who wants 2 do it i don’t feel like tagging people LMAO

how does pinterest see you?

search up fashion, pantone, mood, food, and then save the first picture that comes up.

ty @mrs-lockley for the tag 🫶🏽 (i am so behind on other tag games but i couldn't resist)

tagging @lunar-ghoulie @flowerpotmage @cositsamarvelfan @virtie333 if you'd like

[supercorpkid]

Would it really kill you if we kissed? Part 2

Supergirl. Baby Danvers. Kara Danvers x B!D!Reader, Alex Danvers x B!D!Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader, Esmé Danvers

Word Count: 3010

Previously on part 1. Part 2 of 3.

You start spending more time with Esmé, filling your days with her endless energy and her excitement over everything new on this island. You’d planned on being here for the family time anyway, but lately, it’s become easier to dodge Kara’s concerned glances and Lena’s quiet observations. Esmé, at least, never asks questions you’re not ready to answer.

It doesn’t stop Kara from trying, though. You find yourself slipping out of family dinners early, ducking behind palm trees when you spot her coming your way, feigning sleep when she knocks on your door at night. You know it’s getting obvious—Kara’s face fell when you bailed on last night’s dinner, and Alex’s knowing sigh was almost loud enough to break through the silence you’ve wrapped around yourself. But would they even understand if you told them?

Esmé’s simpler. When you’re with her, it’s just fun, silly games and laughter that doesn’t get weighed down by questions. For now, you let yourself hide behind that. That is until Esmé notices, of course. Kids always do, with that unfiltered clarity adults forget to keep.

It catches you by surprise when the two of you are building sandcastles, the sun heavy and warm, and she says, “I miss hanging out with Aunt Kara and Aunt Lena together. You know, like… like we used to.”

You tense, your hands pausing mid-sculpt. “They’re busy with grown-up stuff. It happens.”

Esmé gives you a look, so knowing it’s almost painful. “You’re a bad liar.”

You sigh, brushing sand from your fingers. “I guess I am.”

“Is it because of that thing you can't tell Aunt Kara, but you can tell my mom?”

It takes you by surprise, the perceptiveness of it, the way she’s pinpointed exactly what’s unraveling between you and your sisters without even understanding why. You swallow, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “Sort of.”

“I wish I had a sister. If I did, I'd tell her everything! And she would be my best friend!”

"Well, your mom is my best friend and she is my sister too."

She spares a look over her shoulder, to Kara on the other side of the beach swimming alone in the ocean. "I bet Aunt Kara feels lonely."

It’s… whoa. A lot more insightful than you'd expect from a six-year-old.

Kara’s attempts to reach you haven’t gone unnoticed. She’s patient, but only for so long, and it’s clear to everyone around you that you’re holding her at arm’s length.  But what's worse is that you avoid Alex too, because you don't wanna tell her what happened. She's gonna tell you that you missed your chance to come clean, which is obvious and yet extremely unhelpful. 

It’s so evident you're keeping your distance, that when Lena finds you sneaking behind a bush one evening, she doesn’t even act surprised.

"Hey!" Lena’s voice makes you jump, her warm presence somehow amplifying your guilt. "Why are you hiding behind a bush? And why does it feel like I haven't seen you in days?"

"What? It hasn't been days." It has. She raises her eyebrows, and you smooth your hands over your clothes. "I thought I saw a hedgehog," you lie, forcing a smile. She doesn’t look convinced. "What are you up to?"

"I thought you and I could go on a walk," she says, her smile soft, irresistible. You’re about to argue, but she throws a cheap shot. "You know, you did promise me some alone time."

"Did I?" You try a joke, but, as with the last few attempts, it doesn’t quite land with her.

"You don’t have to come if you're more interested in the hedgehog. I could probably hold my own against the wild animals in the forest."

"Yeah, I’m sure you can, but I’d hate to miss you fighting a snake, so I might as well tag along. Wouldn’t want to miss the show."

"Very kind of you, darling." Lena’s eyes light up with humor, and the two of you start toward the nearest forest trail. It’s close to the resort—too close for any real wildlife, which is probably the point.

The conversation is supposed to be casual, just friends catching up. She asks about your thesis, even a few things about your superhero life. But as relaxed as it should be, you can’t shake the tension simmering beneath the surface. Every laugh, every shared glance, every tiny silence, and you’re swallowing feelings, nearly choking on unsaid words. Your heartbeat drums in your ears, terrified that one slip-up could give everything away.

"Kara is so thrilled to have you to share these experiences with. I bet it’s lonely, having to figure out this superhero lifestyle on your own."

"I don’t think I’m helping that much, to be honest. I’m just… following her lead most of the time."

"I think you're more important than you give yourself credit for." Lena touches your arm, her eyes soft and unwavering, making it impossible to shrug it off. "For everyone, not just Kara."

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” You mutter the words with such disbelief that Lena almost flinches.

She doesn’t let it go, though. She stops, making you pause too, her expression puzzled but determined.

"Y/N, darling." Just one word—darling—and your heart is pounding, each beat a tiny betrayal. "You know I mean it, right? We wouldn’t miss hanging out with you so much if you weren’t—"

"So fun to have around!" you cut in, your voice unnaturally bright.

Lena reaches for your hand, her gaze softening in a way that makes it impossible to hide. "If you weren’t so incredibly special."

This is it—the moment you could be honest, vulnerable, bare open like she is. But Kara might be in love with her. And she’s probably in love with your sister too, because who would choose you over Kara? No one. Not even you.

So you bite your tongue, force a smile, and watch the moment slip past. “Yeah, I—I don’t know. Maybe the superhero life just isn’t for me.”

“Oh.” Lena blinks, visibly thrown, and when you realize what you’ve just said, it’s too late. Can’t take it back. You’ve tried so hard to hide how you feel about her, you didn’t even think about the other secrets you need to protect.

“Not that I’ll stop!” you rush to reassure her. “I’d never stop supering and leave Kara to it. I just… wonder, sometimes. But, um, everyone wonders about things they’ll never act on, right?”

You can feel Lena’s gaze linger on you as you stumble through your words. Her silence feels weighty, loaded with questions she doesn’t voice. Instead, she’s watching you with that careful, gentle look she has—the one that makes you feel like she can see straight through every defense you’re barely managing to hold up.

“Y/N,” Her voice is low, softer than usual, and you can tell she’s choosing her words carefully. “If you ever feel like talking… Really talking, I mean—I’ll listen, you know that, right?”

You breathe deep, trying to keep your expression neutral, but the way she’s looking is too much; she’s seeing right through you, and every instinct you have screams to deflect, to put distance between you and that sharp, all-seeing gaze.

“I know, Lena. I just—” You pause, forcing the words clawing up your throat back down, swallowing hard against the sting of tears that threaten to break free. “I don’t have much to say right now, but… thank you.”

Her fingers brush down your arm slowly, lingering for a split second before letting go. She doesn’t push, but there’s something in her eyes, something searching, that leaves you feeling bare. She’s not fooled, you know that. But she doesn’t press further, only offers a soft nod.

“I just want to make sure you know that you’re not alone.” Her voice is so gentle, it makes your throat tighten.

Her words land with a bittersweet ache, a reminder of exactly how not alone you actually are—and yet, how impossible it feels to share any of it. You swallow, nodding a little too quickly, desperate to end this before you give yourself away completely.

“I appreciate it,” you mumble, unable to meet her eyes. “Anyway, uh… we should head back before it gets dark.”

A tiny smile curves her lips, one filled with patience, and it only makes the weight in your chest feel heavier. She sees through you, sees the things you’re too afraid to say. And as you walk back, her presence beside you is both comforting and unbearable, the knowledge that she’d listen if you let her like a gentle but relentless pressure against the wall you’re so intent on keeping up.

When you finally reach the resort, you mumble something about needing to freshen up before dinner, ducking away before she can say anything else. But her words stay with you, lingering in the back of your mind: you’re not alone.

Even though you've never felt as lonely and isolated as you do now.

This trip, this whole thing, was a really bad idea.

You throw together your bag in a rush, moving faster than any human eye could see. This trip was supposed to be a break, a chance to breathe—but with each day, it feels like the land on this tiny island is getting even smaller. There’s nowhere left to hide, and the weight of your secrets presses harder, threatening to escape the moment you open your mouth. It almost did with Lena, so you desperately need to leave.

You knock lightly on Alex and Kelly’s door, hoping not to wake Esmé. It’s late, but Alex answers quickly, slipping out into the hall and shutting the door quietly behind her. She gives you a concerned once-over, her expression softening in that big-sister way.

“What’s wrong?” she whispers. “Lena said you two hung out before dinner, but then you didn’t show up—”

“I’m going back to National City.” You say it quickly, barely letting the words settle before you look away, as if that might make it easier. Alex’s eyes shift down to your bag, and she lets out a long, disappointed sigh.

“You can’t keep running forever, you know.”

“No, but I can tonight.” You set your jaw, bracing yourself. Alex is going to try to talk you out of this, and you can’t let her. “I’ll help keep watch over National City with J’onn and M’gann. Say goodbye to Esmé for me.”

“Absolutely not. You want to leave her, you tell her yourself.” She opens the door a fraction, enough for you to glimpse Esmé’s little sneakers by the bed, and you feel something twist painfully in your chest. She knows it’ll be harder for you to look Esmé in the eye, to break your promise of a trip full of fun with her favorite aunt. “Man up.”

“Sexist,” you mutter, half-heartedly, as you step inside. But before you can call for Esmé, you freeze. Kara is sitting on the floor, her gaze sharpening the moment she sees you.

“You’re leaving?” She stands up, arms crossed, and in that moment, she doesn’t look much like your sister—she looks every inch of Supergirl, unyielding. Kelly clears her throat, mumbling something about checking on Esmé before slipping out of the small living room.

“Yeah, I have this… thing.”

“Is this ‘thing’ called a massive crush on Lena that you’re too scared to deal with?” Kara’s voice is quiet but piercing, an eyebrow arching as she studies you, making you feel as transparent as glass. “Or is this ‘thing’ a problem you’ve got with me?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Oh yeah, I forgot everything has to be about you.”

Before you can get another word out, she’s right in front of you, moving faster than even you expected.

“It’s becoming about me because you keep dodging me and shutting everyone out,” she says firmly. “You have to stop running, Y/N. Why won't you deal with your problems like an adult?”

“Oh my God! Is there a version of this conversation where you don’t sound like my mother?”

“I don't know. Is there a version where you don’t sound like a moody teenager?” She fires back, voice sharp as a blade.

"Go to hell, Kara," you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper, knowing full well she’ll catch every word. You try to push past her, but she steps in your way, resolute, daring you to challenge her. Fine. If she wants a fight, you’ll give her one.

“Stop acting so tough,” you say, each word sharp and unyielding. “You’re not Alura. You’re not Eliza. You’re not even my oldest sister.” You pause, just long enough to let it sink in, to make sure she feels the sting. "You don’t get to act like you’re in charge."

Kara flinches, just a fraction, but you catch it. And part of you hates that it hurts her—almost as much as the rest of you wants it to.

A hand catches your arm as you make to leave, and you know it’s Alex without even looking. Her grip isn’t harsh, but it’s inflexible, the quiet authority of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing.

“This has gone too far.” she says, her voice low.

“Alex,” you say, a warning lacing your tone. But your sister doesn’t budge. She’s as immovable as Kara in her own way, and you can tell from her stance that she’s done letting this slide.

“No. You tell her now, or I will.” The seriousness in her voice roots you to the spot, and you stare at her in disbelief. “Don’t test me, Y/N. This has gone on too long.”

“Alex,” you plead, the warning fading, replaced by something that feels like betrayal. “I trusted you.”

But Alex’s stance only hardens. She glances at Kara, crossing her arms in front of her chest, each movement deliberate, telling you in no uncertain terms that this is the line she won’t let you cross.

“You want to know what’s going on?” your voice comes out loud, it's almost a yell in the quiet of the night, voice cracking as you throw the question back at them, your fists clenched so tight they’re shaking. “Fine. Let’s do this. You want honesty? Here it is.”

Kara and Alex fall silent, but they’re staring, eyes wide. You can’t tell if they're surprised or concerned, and for once, you don’t care.

“I’m in love with Lena,” you spit out, practically choking on the words. “There it is. Happy? But it doesn’t matter, because she’s yours, Kara. Everyone is. Everyone who matters, everyone I could ever care about, they’re all yours.”

“I don't—” Kara starts, but you’re not finished. Not even close.

“Don’t!” you snap, cutting her off. “You have no idea what it’s like to be around you, day after day, having to act like it doesn’t kill me. Watching you looking at her like… Like I do. And I just—” Your voice wobbles, a tremor of frustration bubbling up with the tears you’re fighting to keep down. “I just get to stand there and smile and play the part of your perfect little sister, like I should just be grateful to even be a part of your story.”

Alex takes a step toward you, hands up, but you move away, barely holding it together, so you don't hurt her. “Do you know how exhausting it is? How much do I dread putting on the suit, being the hero, pretending this is all I ever wanted? Because it’s not. It’s never been. I hate it," your voice comes out so raw, your throat hurts afterwards. "and I can’t even tell anyone that because you’d all look at me like I’d failed you. Both of you would.”

Alex steps back the slightest, her face twisted in a mix of surprise and sadness. Kara looks stricken, her mouth parting like she wants to say something, but you don’t give her the chance. You’re too far gone, the anger pushing past your better judgment.

“You get to be perfect, and I get to be… what? The second-rate version of you? The one who’s not quite as brave, not quite as good?” You only realize you're crying when you taste your own tears. “The one people don't even glance at because they are too busy looking at you — the super girl. And now you want me to watch you with the person I love too? You just get to take everything.”

"That's not true! None of it is—" Kara reaches out, but you take a step back, hands up like it’s a shield. 

“You don't get it! So don’t—just don't.”

Her expression crumples, and for the first time, you see the real hurt reflected back at you. But the ache inside you is too loud, too sharp to ignore. A small part of you feels vindicated, glad that she’s hurting too—at least now you’re not the only one carrying the weight of pain.

You turn away, ready to escape the suffocating atmosphere, but Alex’s voice cuts through the tension, pulling you back.

"Y/N, wait." Alex tries, voice sweet like you didn't even know she could master. "Let's all take a breath and just… talk about it."

"Oh no," You turn to her. "you don't get to do this. I trusted you with this, and you just—” You can’t find the words, the tears breaking free, your voice shaking. "You just chose Kara over me. Like everyone does. So you don't get to ask me for anything." The next words leave from the depths of your core, it shakes the entire room. "NONE OF YOU get to ask me for ANYTHING!" 

Sometimes hours can feel like minutes, and sometimes a single second can last a lifetime.  "I'm done pretending we're one big happy family." This is it. This is that second. The second you burned every bridge, every connection you've had and flew away from it.

[forthegothicheroine]

Here's my first month of @batmanisagatewaydrug's 2025 Book Bingo!

Short Stories: The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury. As I usually find with Bradbury, it was a mixed bag. I loved The Veldt and the speculative ones about how space travel would psychologically affect us, but the ones (multiple ones!) about alien Jesus just felt silly, and the one about how in the grimdark future where they don't allow fantasy fiction they'll outlaw Santa Clause actively annoyed me.

Graphic Novel: Be Very Afraid of Kanako Inuki by Kanako Inuki. I think I would have enjoyed this more as a teenager since the writing style felt kind of YA, but the art was very creepy and in a horror comic, that's what really matters. I also liked her little asides about the manga that inspired her growing up.

Memoir: The Collected Schizophrenias by Esmé Weijun Wang. I loved this! Wang uses the word "schizophrenias" to talk about how the label covers multiple different diagnoses, and goes over both her own story and general issues and insights on mental illness and mental health care (including why she uses the word "afflicted"- not all people with her diagnosis feel it as an affliction, but she does.) I highly recommend this.

Read and Make a Zine: I read the Twin Peaks fanzine Wrapped in Plastic, and took this as a reason to attend a zine making workshop! The issue of Wrapped in Plastic that I read felt like a cozy moment of time travel, as they discussed parodies on Saturday Night Live and argued about whether the Deer Park segment of Fire Walk With Me was a dream or not. And I made three zines!

Social Justice: Beyond Survival: Strategies and Stories from the Transformative Justice Movement. This is a collection of different essays about transformative justice, which I'd had recommended as a good place to start learning about police and prison abolition. What I really liked about it was its focus on "here are some things we've tried that have worked", and one essay specifically talked about not shaming abuse survivors who called the police. It didn't answer all my questions, but it gave me hope about people being able to help one another.

Romance Novel: The Curtain Rises by Mary Burchell. This is an entry in the Warrander Saga, a series of romance novels about opera singers and musicians, and while I didn't love it as much as the first one (A Song Begins) I still enjoyed it, and plan to keep jumping around in the series by which descriptions sound good. Burchell is very good at making conductors seem sexy!

Read and Make a Recipe: I made an open faced sandwich from The Moosewood Cookbook with blue and cream cheese, chopped nuts and fruit slices. It was a good recipe to play around with and make alterations, and it's inspired me to look into more "things to put on toast" type meals!

[thighguys]

esmé what is ur gay ass doing up you were tired 2 hours ago

oh hi i didnt see you i love you though im just going silly all the time :D i love to say im going to sleep and then look at tumblr. its because they let me have the ability to read and the ability to LOVE!!!

[gayymomgod]

SPENCER !!! HOLDS UR HANDS SPINS US IN CIRCLES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’ve been alright but it’s so awesome seeing u around again ^_^ u’ve been in my thoughts lately !!!!!!!!!!!! how about u !!! i hope everything has been awesome on ur end :3

spencer ……. hai spencer i miss u ☹️😔

MIRI MIRI MIRI!!!!!! ✨✨✨✨🩷🩷🩷🥰🥰🥰🎈🎈🎈

I MISS YOU TOO!!! How have you been??

[smokszyvverstar]

I want to draw my silly little ocs but i have to study plus nobody on here cares.

Yous don't know about Esmé and Marina and I want to tell the world but i have to study

[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

[gayymomgod]

HAIII !!!!

it’s me :3

What is your favorite color: Yellow and green!!!

What is your favorite holiday: Valentine’s day and any friend’s birthdays!!!

If you were any animal, what would you be: a dog or lamb i think ….

anyone can do it !!! no tags bc i need to get back 2 work …

yknow what i wanna be cool and make a tag game

so if you wanna:

do this picrew

and then answer the questions:

What is your favourite colour?

What is your favourite holiday?

If you were any animal what would you be?

So for me:

What is your favourite colour? Green

What is your favourite holiday? Christmas maybe?

If you were any animal what would you be? Crow or bear probably

tags:

@sotiredimbored @mildlybizarrecorvid @chickencentaur @bucketsandraincoats @rorys-bullshit-dot-com @choucon @someones-here-fore-sure @arandombiped @forestgromlin @emilem-forevermore @demigod-jack-hearth @37x3 @your-dazzling-sun

+ open tags

(btw lmk if you wanna be removed or anything i tried to think of poeple who tag me in stuff normally lol)

[gayymomgod]

and who is this silly fella ……

[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.

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[camellia-ep]

Thought about my plurality more, & I think I actually have only 9 alters/headmates. The rest are fragments or just one of the alters doing a silly voice

And I like being down to 9, as a 9-tailed fox~

I used to think of myself as an id, ego, superego with 3 alters, before it spiraled out of control. Now I think of myself as having…

3 Egos:

Elly P.

Elle

April

3 Egos:

Esmé

Penny

Robin

And 3 Superegos:

Violet

Franziska

Kari

[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…!”