#esme wip

[esmeamesart]

WIP

im a big lezzi

[echobroker]

# E C H O B R O K E R ― ❛Artifacts, secrets, magic ― they all have one thing in common: they belong to the highest bidder.❜ independent, fandomless, mutual-only, selective and low active 𝑬 𝑺 𝑴 𝑬 𝑸 𝑼 𝑰 𝑵 𝑵 , penned and loved by daisy, she/her. minors and personal dni ! open for threads&conversations.

A deep dive into . . . echobroker and whisperkeeper , slinking through forgotten alleyways , tracing fingers along the edges of forbidden tomes , peeling back the layers of deception , unmasking lies , pulsating , ancient and forbidden magic , every question is a challenge to the reality , smiles hiding the depths of her cunning , wiping away layers of dust from forgotten relics , eyes alight with the thrill of uncovering secrets meant to stay hidden .

[wandering-koyote]

Badger ✨

[jugheadtheredhead]

new wip sneak peek

“I could never have you because I could not stand the idea of losing you, B.” She blurts out, the match in her fingers burning down slowly. “And now it’s too late and I’ve lost you anyways. And you’re happy in this house, with his children, and I am stuck the same girl I was when we were 16.”

[artemis1214]

WIP Wednesday

It's been a while since I shared a WIP Wednesday. This is just a little stupid scene I wrote based on a comic I saw on Pinterest.

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New Orleans, 1928

It was Esme's off night from John's speakeasy, giving her the perfect opportunity to kick up her feet and relax. The early stages of pregnancy were really beginning to take a toll on her body, so she enjoyed being able to have some peace when she could squeeze it in. Even though his wife was not going to be in attendance, Alastor had still headed over to the parlor (per his wife's demands). After all, Mimzy was performing tonight, and Esme wanted to make sure she had someone to walk her home. 

Laying down on the couch, Esme curled up underneath a knitted blanket with her recent read from her husband's library. Minutes turned into hours, and Esme could feel her eyelids getting heavy. She rests her head on a nearby pillow, taking a new soft breaths before the loud bang of the front door startled her awake. 

���I'M HOOOOOOMMEEEE🎶~” A voice sings out, followed by a quick slam. Esme quickly raises to her feet, turning the corner to see Alastor tossing his coat to the nearby rack, it misses and hits Mimzy in the face. “Darling!~” He charges her, lifting her up and holding her by her waist as he spins in a circle. 

“Al, what on earth?!” She wiggles desperately in his grip, trying not to get woozy from the motion and intensity of his swing. 

“Oh, I missed you, my sweet angel~” He places her down and quickly cups her face in his hands, bringing her close to him. Esme holds his hands steady, noticing a clammy feeling on his skin. She looks into his eyes and notices the sluggish look behind them. They appeared glassy, and he was wobbling a tad. By the smell of his breath, Esme could tell this wasn't a two-drink kind of night.

Her nose scrunches and she turns her face, chuckling as she moves his hands down to hold them steady. “Alastor…” She begins calmly, “What did you do?” 

“I didn't do anything, sweetheart~” He laughs, throwing his head back and waving a hand. He pulls her close to his chest and nuzzles himself in her hair, taking a whiff of her perfume, “I did as you asked, watched our lovely friend perform, and came right home to you~” 

Esme groans as she struggles to free herself from his tight grip, “Alastor, darling, you're pissed - absolutely zozzled!” She looks at Mimzy, “Care to explain…Mimz?”

The woman twists her hair around her finger, leaning against the wall and chewing her gum, “He was bein’ a buzzkill, so I reminded him to have a lil’ fun that's all.”

“Dear Jesus.” Esme shakes her head, “He has work tomorrow…” she groans, “Al, dear, not too tight. Remember, the baby.” She warns. 

He looks down at her and his smile stretches widely across his face, “Ah, yeeessss, the baby!” He drops to his knee and pulls her close, rubbing and poking her stomach, “Helllloo?? Is it still in there?”

Esme laughs and nudges him, "Stop being silly~" She looks up at Mimzy, "Did he eat anything?”

Mimzy shrugs, walking towards the kitchen and sitting down in a chair to take off her heels, “Maybe some nuts, we had them out in lil dishes, but I didn't see him eating.” 

Esme sighs, going to respond, but feeling Alastor rub her stomach. He presses the back of his hand against her skin, “It's so warmm…”

She chuckles and lifts his chin with her finger, “Amore, did you eat?” 

“No, ma'am.”

Mimzy laughs, “Ma'am, where did that come f-” 

“Never mind that.” Esme waves a hand back and forth, “Just splendid, he's been drinkin’ on an empty stomach. No wonder he's such a sap. Al, hunny, you need to eat. Can you go in the kitchen and have some bread?"

He shakes his head back and forth, “No, I want to stay with you.” 

"I'll be right here watching you the whoollee time~”

Begrudgingly, Alastor begins to head into the kitchen, “Fine.” He shuffles his way past Mimzy, shooting her a nasty glare before reaching for a cold container of his latest seafood broil in the fridge. He opens the container and begins to pick at the shrimps, not even bothering to heat it up. 

“Alastor, you'll get sick! Put that down and eat some bread!” 

“No.” 

"You need bread to soak up the alcohol in your stomach!”

“I don't want such colorless fo-”

"ALASTOR HARTFELT - NOW!”

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The comic in question ⬇️

Once upon a time, I knew the author of this comic - but I've lost her username. If you know it, please comment below! I love the art!

[amaretto-mp4]

Miscellaneous sketches - one being a little bit more about my OCs’ animal reps; the other was an imagining of them being in a budget Shakespearean play of sorts.

Winged warmblood horse for Dion, and (likely) a species of wolf for Esme. Colouring TBD! They were chosen mainly based on their temperament and symbolism, though I had initially settled on another animal for Esme. It just didn’t feel as right, though it would have been interesting as well. Nothing is solid though, and up to change.

**I know that warmbloods typically don’t have feathered legs but I thought the effect was interesting. It’s more of an inspiration/ backing for Dion’s background which I’ll probably talk about next time.

[esmeswritingblog]

writing is so fun guys

[the-unlucky-foster]

Hey, here's an update on the PMV, jsyk? Any feedback will be appreciated!

[daleespringdraw]

w.i.p

[stars-and-birds]

stephcass fic pls !!!!

oh ho ho. hehehe. being on the angst.

And Tim; he’s gotten closer, his hand on her shoulder— how did she not feel him coming? God, she’s really out of it.  “Cass—” “Fine!” She snaps, twirling on him. He doesn’t flinch, only gasps, in something other than surprise, something much worse, because instead of recoiling he reaches a thumb up to her numb cheek. “Cassie,” he whispers, and there’s terrible, terrible pity in his voice when he says; “You’re crying.” Cass breaks down. 

based of this post which was half a joke but also like,, angst…

it’ll be fun-ner later but i’m a sucker for the thing where someone doesn’t realize their crying until someone points it out and then they just break down. i love that so much.

[esmeamesart]

Kalina Wip… I wanna switch up her design a little bit like a big fluffy tail would be so cute

[hellrobin]

red hood steph concept

[astralcamellia]

Day 061

Leslie (OC), in something that became annoying ambitious 🫠

[jessicas-pi]

If you haven't already done it......for the WIP ask game, "A Friend in Need (of Therapy and Maybe a Nap) 😊

okay this is perhaps THEE crackiest thing I've ever written. It's part of the Problem Children AU, where Obi-Wan and Ventress both have apprentices. This fic in the AU is, basically, the TCW episode A Friend In Need, except Obi-Wan's Padawan Jadan and Ventress's apprentice Esme are also there, and everyone is really bad at lying, and also Lux needs therapy. and a nap. as the title implies.

A snippet, for you!

“Who's she?” the Mandalorian demanded, nodding at Ahsoka. Ahsoka, Jadan, and Lux answered all at the same time. “I'm his betrothed.” “She's his bodyguard.” “She's my pilot.” “I mean, his pilot.” “His betrothed.” “My bodyguard.” “Ummm...” In the following silence, the wind blew, awkwardly, if wind could be said to blow awkwardly. Everyone was looking at Ahsoka, who answered. “I mean, I'm his bodyguard and, uh, also his pilot? And the, uh, the betrothal is, um, unofficial? Like, it's, uh, it's... a thing, but not a thing, but, like, I'm mostly his pilot. I fly ships. Flying ships is a thing that I do. Also bodyguard-ing. Yep!” She grinned. Esme facepalmed. “And what about him?” asked the Mandalorian, pointing to Jadan. “I'm her brother.” Another awkward silence. The Mandalorian looked pointedly from the Togruta to the Mirialin and back. “Uh, her... half-brother. We have... different... dads.” Esme muttered a string of Dathomiri curses. “And who is she?” “I'm just here because they kidnapped me,” Esme answered, which was the first true thing any of them had said. It was also unhelpful, so thanks, Esme. Thank you so much.

[artemis1214]

Vox & Esme: WIP Wednesday

Hello everyone!! 👋🏼

Time for @man--eater's WIP Wednesday! 🥰

Spoilers Ahead for Book Three: 'A Siren's Purpose'

Chapter ????: 'Only You'

~ Pride Ring 1956 ~ 

Within days of taking Vox’s offer, Esme shifted her world from her residency in the ocean to the new “V.E Tower.” Vox had welcomed her into his space, offering her a stake in his building as part of his team. The tower was massive, with numerous rooms that would only expand over the years with the upcoming editions to the team. The sign reflected both of them, with a neon blue and green hue, showcasing both of their initials. 

Inside, Esme and Vox had begun to adjust to one another’s company. They both had their respective offices and private spaces but also enjoyed coming together and spending time in the common area. Esme enjoyed having another individual to share her time with, and she genuinely found Vox to be fun. They shared most of the same interests, especially with their fondness for aquatic creatures, but also enjoyed television and creations of the golden age of Hollywood. 

Vox, on the other hand, had grown very fond of Esme for other reasons. She was kind but also intense and full of vibrant energy. He could almost feel it radiating off of her and it was hypnotic, which was ironic coming from him. 

This particular night, they rest in the common space. Esme was sitting on an emerald couch with fluffy white pillows and a knitted blanket. She looks out the window onto the overview of the ring, sipping gently from her mug as the phonograph plays. 

Only you can make all this world seem right, 

Only you can make the darkness bright, 

Only you and you alone can thrill me like you do, 

And fill my heart with love for only you 🎶

She tapped her small webbed foot to the beat, looking over her shoulder, “You’re right, your age has such lovely tunes.” She smiles, “I mean, I’m still partial to the good ol’e roaring age, but I could get used to this.” 

“I’m telling you, we had it better than you old folks.” Vox jests while walking towards her on the couch. Esme looks up at him, glancing over his sweater vest and choice of outfit, “I may be old, but I can still kick your ass.” She smirks, which earns a chuckle from her pal. 

He leans against the arm of the couch, “Whatcha got there?” 

She pulls back from another sip of her cup, “Peppermint tea, I always find it comforting…” 

Oh, only you can make all this change in me…

For it’s true, you are my destiny….🎶

Vox picks his head up to look out the window with her. There’s so much potential, especially now with her beside him and they could easily warp this entire ring to be under their spell, but that wouldn’t come. 

It wasn’t time yet. 

He looks down at her, noticing her bright green eyes dancing across the glass. She always looked so effortless in front of him, as if she was a painting in some museum. She turns her face to the record spinning and smiles before looking back at the window. 

“Would you like to dance?” 

“Hm?” 

She looks up at him, her fins flickering at his words. He chuckles and leans to the side with a smirk, “I asked if you would like to dance…” 

“...Sure.” She smiles, reaching out and taking his hand. She bends down and places her cup on a nearby table, before turning back to him and embracing him in a proper formation. They begin to lightly sway to the music. 

When you hold my hand, I understand the magic that you do…

You’re my dream come true, my one and only you…🎶

“You know it’s been very nice having you here, Essie.” Vox smiles looking down at her. It was true, they had grown accustomed to one another’s company, “Dare I say I think big things are in store for you…” 

“How so?” She smirks, tilting her head and forcing her blue waves to fall to the side. 

“Well, my dear…” He brushes the remainder of her curls off her shoulder and spins her to the melody, bringing her back to him and changing the tempo as they begin to migrate across the floor, “You do understand how alluring your powers are, you’re Hell’s only siren, our very own Marilyn…” 

“Who?” 

“A lovely and enchanting woman, with the power to have several eyes following her every step.” 

Esme rolls her eyes playfully, “I assume that’s why you’ve opened this offer to me….” 

“Precisely…” He grins, “I have big plans for this empire, and I see you fitting perfectly.” 

“You mean my power.” Esme begins, “You knew I would be a very useful asset to you. I do have to admit, the music industry was a tempting offer…”

“Mhmmm…” 

“It’s a shame Alastor couldn’t accept given the circumstances of y-” Their dance is cut short by the shake of the building, causing both of them to stumble, “W-What was that?” 

“Ugh, they get pissy when they’re hungry,” Vox grumbles, dropping his hold on her and turning to walk towards the elevator. 

“Who?” Esme picks up pace, keeping her feet in time with his, “Who does?”  

“My pets.” He says simply, “Just some little friends I keep close.” The elevator door opens and he walks inside, but he holds his arm out, preventing it from closing, “You know, I think you’d like to see them…” He holds his hand out, “Come on, move your fins.” He jokes. 

“Oh, you ba-” She stops herself and steps inside as the elevator closes. 

This chapter is available on Kofi for those who are interested!

~ Artemis 🦌💗