#esme's starter.

[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 .

[elegancemultimuse]

OPEN: Female, Male, Nonbinary. CONNECTION: Friend, romantic partner roommate, etc. PLOT: Esme is exhausted and is just looking for a night in to relax but everyone around her just seems to want to party. She hopes to convince your muse that her idea of fun is worth while. Where this goes is up to you.

Esme let out a small hum. “I just want to cozy up in bed while I eat candy and have a Halloweentown marathon. Is that too much to ask?” She pondered as everyone else seemed to want to go out and party. Esme was in more of a staying in mood and she was hoping not to do it alone. “What do I have to do to convince you to hangout with me?”

[jeaninesfavouriteserum]

Genivive's Esmé Squalor Headcanons

this is more fun than therapy, hope you like them! i might add more :) (i'm following TV series canon!)

- she used her commonplace book to record everything people said about others and everything she overheard others say about her, meticulously organized by what was said and who said it. it was her own little book of secrets

- she was always better with numbers than with words, and she always felt like a bit of an outsider for that

- she was the only one to ever sweeten her tea. she tried to ignore how her friends looked between each other every time

- her birthday is the 28th of August, making her a Leo

- she HATES using typewriters with a passion. having her nails done all the time means it's far too easy to make typos

- she got her master's in theatre but was still constantly plagued by the fear that she'd never make it: and ended up going into finance instead

- some kind of neurodivergence?? i haven't decided what yet, but there is so definitely something

- esmé had had a fascination with fire long before the night at the opera, but she'd always carefully concealed it. when she watched that taxi drive away, she finally gave up trying to hide it

- officer luciana was her favourite disguise of the lot

- her handwriting is perfect cursive, which is almost comical when put next to count olaf's chicken scratch

[bcrncoldx]

@rainbowmuses (esme cullen)

"I know that it's not the best time of year to visit," Carlisle smiled as they walked through the grand greenhouse in the botanic gardens, "but we need to take advantages of the cloudy weather." He wished that it was easier for them, that they could enjoy the sunshine like everyone else. "Well, I suppose there's been stranger things in this city than sparkling people..." he mused.

[hungryhooverville]

Fun Times

Closed starter for @runa-of-the-north

Esme had been really needing to let off steam. She was so busy with her daughters that she had little to no time for herself. So as soon as the girl left to be with friends for the night she called up an old friend of hers. It had been too long since the two got together and she was nervous that the other would find her not as attractive now as it had been years since her husband left. She quickly dressed in her best lingerie and ran to the door when she heard the knock. She opened it with a small smile. "Runa, glad you could make it. Come on it," she mumbled and moved so the other could get inside before she shut the door and locked it.

[oschvank]

❤ like for an inbox call.

[noellexdriscoll]

closed starter: @esmemaxwcll

where: sweet nothings

"Welcome in-- Esme! Hello darling, how are you?" Noelle smiled fondly at the blonde when she saw who it was who entered the bakery. Noelle was standing on a chair as she hung fall decorations on the windows. "Tell me, is it too early to add a Jack O'-lantern or two?"

[rosefromdeath]

@fuitcormeum​​​​​​​ ♥ ( esme ) liked for a starter

It was rare for Gabriella to have one of those days when she simply didn't feel like getting out of bed for school, even though she wasn't sick. Yet for some reason, the human Cullen - upon being woken up by her adoptive mother - thought she had the slightest of a chance to lie to her vampire parent. "Would you believe me if I said I was sick?" She asked, half turned in bed to gaze behind her, arms hugging her pillow close to her: comforting her, "You don't need to call Dad. I'm sure he's very, very busy at work anyhow."

[angeldcgs]

closed: @blcssom based: crush by e.thel c.ain who: esme cortez, she/her, 28, nail tech/exotic dancer

"i owe you a black eye and two kisses... tell me when you wanna come and get 'em!"

[thejax-reed]

Attending an event like this, as a werewolf, proved all sorts of different compared to the Lunar new year or at least, that is what Jaxon thought. He was in no mood to start a fight, despite the familiar faces he saw in the crowd, but if they decided to push it...well, he wasn't going to fucking hesitate. For the time being, he kept an eye on pack (a hard enough task considering how big that goddamn mansion was) and focused on enjoying some fancy cocktail one of the floor staff had handed him.

Walking across the room, Reed noticed the balconies overlooking the garden maze and opened one of the doors to access it. Hell, he hadn't smoked in years but he was not surprised to see some people there, including one very, very gorgeous lady. He neared her, looping an arm around her waist to bring her closer, and kissed her temple. "Hi." he whispered with a soft smile on his lips. "You look absolutely beautiful, dear. I didn't know you were here. You holding up fine?"

@esmeraldabheriya

[wesxevans]

closed starter: @theameliaxevans

where: Esme's house

"Westley!" Esme exclaimed as she all but pulled him through the front door and immediately began telling him about the little gift basket she made for him and Liza. Wes felt it was almost out of character for the woman, but he supposed with Noelle out of town, one of the aunts had to be doting and practically smother them.

Wes appreciated the kindness and he was sure Liza would be happy to know he was coming home with treats from his aunt, but he was only half listening to her ramblings. "Thanks. You know you don't have to call me Westley, right?" Wes scrunched his nose as he thought about the way she hardly called him anything but that. He hated his full name, which is why he significantly shortened it to Wes.

"It's the name your mother gave you." Was all she responded even when Wes shot her a look and reminded her that he and his mother weren't on good terms at the moment. But she didn't say more before moving back to the kitchen. "Stay for dinner!" She called back over her shoulder and Wes couldn't help but roll his eyes at the woman, but as he turned to set the basket of goodies on the dining table, he finally noticed his sister. "You got roped into dinner too?"

[lcstinthewoods]

BASED ON: n.eon g.ods by ka.tee r.obert. My muse has just found out her mother has made an agreement to marry her to the ‘King’ of the city, who has a reputation for being cruel and killing all his previous wives. Now quite literally running from that fate and away from the men sent after her to capture and bring her back, she runs into you - the ‘king’ of the Underworld, aka the ruler of the other end of the city that many believed was a myth. MUTUALS: Feel free to request another muse.

Everything BURNED. Her bare feet ached and burned with each frantic step she took in running as fast as she possibly could from the men who were gaining on her from behind ( and had she seen men running through the side streets out of the corner of her eyes, or had that been her imagination? ) and her palms stung from having to catch herself on the rough pavement, only to be dragged on said pavement when one of the men had caught her ankle, but a swift kick she’d aimed blindly had assisted her in getting away. And her lungs burned with each freezing intake of air she brought in as she ran, which was somehow never enough. 

She just had to make it to the lower city! The bridge was so, so close! And then, she saw a figure standing on the other side of the bridge! But was that her imagination as well? Giving her something to push forward towards? “help me!” Esme cried desperately as she ran towards them, sobbing as her whole body ached but that was the least of her problems if the men behind her caught her and dragged her back. “Please! Help me!”

[gothwives]

open: m/f/nb 30+ (age gaps encouraged) based: your muse is married and has been having an affair with esme for some time now, always promising to leave their wife for her but never following through. who: esme cortez, she/her, 27, exotic dancer/nail tech

"your wife showed up at the salon again today," esme stated simply, boredom coloring her tone as she poured a glass of the champagne they'd ordered from room service. "same old almond shape with the boring a.ss french tip... but, i couldn't help but notice she's still wearing her ring. you still haven't told her, have you?"

[khrused-archived]

" bailey ────── ? " a frown furrows atop her brow the moment she felt her daughter's tiny fingers slip from her hand ― mother's reflex quickly snatching the child's arm just as she were to slip out of reach. grasp tightens about bailey's delicate wrist, the fear of losing her just like the rest still fresh within her mind... " bailey? " she questions once again, her child unmoved and fixated ,instead, on a woman behind the crowd...

confusion further kneads her brows together, her face unrecognizable to the usually all-knowing mother; but before she could press further, dare to ask the questions already racing through her mind, she is launched forward by the strength of an eager child ― already racing across the shopping center's 'freeway', weaving in and out of passing crowds, her poor mother trailing along like a lost dog on a leash... " bailey! " she exclaims right as they come to a sudden stop ― bailey in awe at a stranger now nearly nose to nose with her mother, once gaze dares to lifts from @realmyths feet.

" ― oh! " it is more a whisper than an exclamation, shocked by her sudden proximity to a stranger. even more embarrassed by her daughter's sudden action. she takes a step back, tugging bailey along with her before wonder can border on rude. " i ― i'm so sorry. i don't know what happened, i ― " attention flickers between her child and the stranger, still attempting to make sense of what she wishes to call an accident but feels...fated, as if stepping in and out of a dream... " sorry... " she shakes off the feeling with a nervous chuckle and a joke: " we're usually much more behaved than that. "

[bcrncoldx]

@rainbowmuses (esme cullen)

Carlisle → Esme Cullen: I won't be home tonight, I'm sorry. The ER is way busier than normal because of what's going on and they need me. Carlisle → Esme Cullen: Be safe, I love you x

[hungryhooverville]

Cleaning day

Esme hummed along to the music that played through her house. The woman spends most of the morning deep cleaning and finishing up. She had all the windows and doors in her house open. The older woman sang along to her music, not noticing the other walking up to the door as she vacuumed up the small pile she swept up.