#esther anon

[throwaway-yandere]

Incorrect Producer Quotes from the Yan Idol!Genshin Event

Cause it's the holidays and this is my apology for all the crap you've all went through working at TeyPro hAHAHAHHA

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Assistant ✾: sure, I don't get a "healthy" amount of sleep like SOME PEOPLE do but can they do THIS *stands up, blacks out for a second*

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Producer Fox: hostage or not, sometimes it's nice being held

Producer Hundred: ... Bro, you good?

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Producer Snail: hey heizou I got something to show you

Heizou: You hit "send" on that picture of Mike Wazowski and I hit "end" on our friendship.

Producer Snail: I don't have anything to show you

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Producer ESTHER: Kaeya lost one of his eye today and is not doing well. He is at the hospital. Please pray for him

Assistant Baker: Oh no! Hope he's okay!

Producer Oyst: Is it bad?

Zhongli:

Zhongli: Osmanthus latte I drank today.

Producer Dove: What? Why send that now?

Zhongli: It looked like it was smiling.

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Heizou: How to Become my Lover

Heizou: Step 1: Act like we are already lovers thereby skipping over the awkward "becoming friends first" part.

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Producer Fox: why don't murderers just hide the bodies at the empty spaces at the Grand Narukami agrarian reform hectares?

Ayato: thanks for the tip.

Producer Fox: no this is not a tip this is a joke

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About Producer Dove:

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Kaeya: Compliment me

Producer ESTHER: you have eyes

Kaeya: Nice

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Diluc: GIRLS DONT READ this ones just for the fellas, only guys will get this one, bros you know when youre at the gym workin on your 'toids to get big for the sports well OKAY I'm sure the ladies have stopped reading by now, so what's their deal? how do I tell the girls I love them without having to talk? I'm scared

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Producer Snail: I have no relevant skills. I am unpleasant to work with. I like to cause problems.

Executive Producer Alice: hired.

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The producers: the CEO was totally flirting with you just then

Assistant ✾: The CEO was mocking me at best and most likely casting a curse on me–

AKASHA: I AM HERE.

Assistant ✾: See?

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Producer Sage: Hunger and sex are different sorts of motivations. Hunger responds to a need. If we don't eat, we die, but sex is not in this sense a need. If we don't have sex, we may feel like dying, but we're not.

Childe: How do you know nobody ever died from lack of sex?

Producer Sage: Because you're still alive.

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Dottore #1 @ Assistant Bakery: I would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining.

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Cyno: so today i accidentally gave a bus driver a yu-gi-oh card instead of my buspass again

Solitary: again?

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"Ribbon": What is the weirdest thing a complete stranger has done to you?

Solitary, about Cyno: I got on the bus and a drunk man tried to hand me a beer and I said "it's okay sir, I'm alright" and then he handed me a dollar and went, "I saw that guy took your dollar, that was messed up." And I was like, "The bus driver?"

Solitary: He wouldn't take his dollar back.

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Dottore (?): shapeshifting is hypothetically the best super power to have. You can have any haircut and change two strands of your hair to make them longer. You can turn into an aranara, you can turn into a ruin guard, you can turn into a shambling mound of abstract shapes and sulk outside your estranged CEO's house at night while chanting ominously about his sins.

Assistant Bakery: This took a weird turn, but I'm on board for it

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Assistant Bakery: Assistant Piano and the 5wirl challenged us for a water fight.

Dottore: I'm in

Dottore: Just waiting for the water to boil

Assistant Bakery: What

[andreal831]

I am so mad we didn’t get real mommy issues Elijah. Like we can read into it but no storyline abt him with his parents. When he went to Esther after the ball to apologise for his younger siblings’ behaviour and Esther cupped his cheek, THE FACE HE MADEEE. Like he made Esther doubt her plan for a second, he also out of all his siblings wanted to be a real family the most he wanted it to work sm. They didn’t even show us him that disappointed at Esther’s real plan.

I often wonder if Elijah's mommy issues are worse than his daddy issues. I could write a book on how badly they both messed all of their children up, but particularly Elijah.

As you said, you can tell this by his characterization, however, a lot of people overlook it because he is not as blatant with it as other's, namely Klaus. But how he interacts with everyone and even the relationships he has show just how badly these issues are.

From the flashbacks, and even his present day actions, you can tell that a lot was put on Elijah from a very young age. He feels personally responsible for his siblings. Not only their well-being but their behavior. The scene you pointed out perfectly shows this. I had to go back and make a gif of it. Esther is actively planning to kill her children and tells Elijah that she "wish[ed] the others were more like [Elijah]." Elijah doesn't fully get the gravity of it, but as the audience we do. Maybe if the others were more like Elijah, Esther wouldn't feel the need to kill them all. The pressure this simple 'compliment' puts on Elijah to keep his siblings in line is indicative of the guidance he has gotten his whole life. If he could keep his siblings well behaved, bad things would stop happening to them.

People call out his suits and his "cleanliness" but it's literally a trauma response. Esther, at one of the lowest moments in his life, used magic and told him that if he kept himself clean, everything would be okay. She then emphasizes this by coming back to life and reminding him that he is the 'moral' son, even knowing everything she knows about him.

This is reinforced when just a couple of years later, Esther imprisons and tortures Elijah, calling him a monster. She had all of the same knowledge in TVD as she did in TO. We can blame it on bad writing, but it's canon, so if we are accepting it as is, it's pure manipulation. It was a reminder from her that he allowed himself and his siblings to slip and that made him a monster.

Elijah throughout the shows struggles to connect with anyone in a meaningful way. Even those he loves outside of his family are easily discarded when necessary. While he feels guilty and lonely doing so, he does not hesitate to protect his family. The entirety of 'always and forever' is based on the fact that Esther and Mikael raised them to believe that their family was more important than anyone else. They were willing to anger nature in order to protect their family. To Elijah, that literally meant his siblings lives mattered more than anyone, including himself.

He so desperately wanted a family, wanted his family, to be happy and together. Yes, he makes plenty of mistakes along the way, but his underlying impulse is to protect his family. He wanted to make his parents proud, he wanted their love, but we never see him receive it. Even as a child, he is basically discarded. Elijah struggles with his self worth because of this. He even tells Hayley he has no purpose to his family if he isn't fighting to save them. He feels he has no worth outside of his role in saving his family.

Esther's neglect left lasting wounds in Elijah that are only brought up on occasion and then quickly glossed over. Even after he found out what he did to Tatia, we get like one episode for Elijah to grieve and then it shifts to him begging Klaus for forgiveness for some reason. Elijah never has a moment to just feel. His pain is always deprioritized in order to support his family.

Thanks for the ask!

[justtrashperson]

scrags and esther for the doodle rqs? :-3c

just finished watching the new htgcc and damn

[bleulone]

BEGOÑA VARGAS as CAMERON in BERLÍN (2023-)

[silvyysthings]

I heard Esther from cmbyn left a comment under Armie's post but I can't see it.

Did she leave a comment or did she just like it?

Yess ❤❤

I live this ❤❤

[daisychainsandbowties]

Nell/Sophia + Blood, Magic, Sword

okay ^_^

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She stands bleeding in the barred-light and Nell, despite herself, traces every vector of the bleeding’s path down from her brow – a sickle-shape that curves to cup her jaw and trickle down her neck, turning sinew red and redder. You forget, after a little while, how blood is darker from some places and brighter from others. How people bleed.

How girls do it.

Sofia is a natural, of course. She is dressed differently now – in a second-hand dress that is far too large for her, not fitted properly around bodice or hips or anywhere dresses are supposed to fit. She must feel like an eel inside it, squirming between two rocks, two rough walls of fabric. The sleeves are pulled up.

She bleeds down both arms and she sways and she is beautiful in her porcelain way even with bullet-holes in both shoulders. Nell wants to say she took them on purpose – running from the men roaming the streets above searching for them both and the powers hinged to them.

Or leashed, or however you want to say it.

Nell watches her enemy bleed and feels sick about it, like she’s back in smoke and gunpowder and mud and horse sweat and blood. Battlefield scents crawling on her skin, sticking her shirt to her spine.

She hates, mostly, how badly she wants to help.

Twin streams of blood flow down Sofia’s bared forearms and Nell is too distracted to say if they follow lines of new muscle, or skip over new calluses when they reach Sofia’s hands. Though they must, from how she looks. The wrought or overwrought look in her eyes and the fact that she is, somehow, even frailer-looking than before. The white of polished bone like something a dog licked into a more thorough form of dying.

She bleeds the same. Like a person. Maybe a part of Nell always wondered if she would, though she always knew the ways that Sofia felt different than anyone else.

Now the blood falls and now it gathers and now Sofia gathers it until it forms a long shape in her dangling left hand.

A sword.

Of course she would make a sword out of her own blood and of course she would do it trembling like a leaf that does not yet understand wind, or falling, or that it is by its own nature a disposable thing. 

“Put it down, Sofia.”

Nell tries to make her voice into a command, but she will always be a plea against this. Never mind that one moment when she was in control, kneeling in Sofia’s manor with that horrible sweet voice in her ear. When she had the upper hand.

When she was the blade and not the flesh, receiving it.

Her voice rings wetly off the walls and when it arrives, dismal and damp, Nell watches as the dainty, blood-soaked hand hanging at Sofia’s side tightens. 

And it feels like they were young. Blood-soaked in other ways, tracing old deer tracks through the woods always looking for a flash of white between the trees or for a body to come whispering out of the darkness.

Nell has always called her cold – even then, her hands chilly as they flinched up under the shirt she’d dragged on, her breeches cinched tight at the waist. Luckily none of it unnerved Sofia – the fact that Nell stole her father’s half-damp clothes off the line on her way through the muddy yard and pulled them on with her back pressed to the shed.

Peering out at the pockmarks of light that chose certain pools of muddy ground to illuminate, and little else.

Fingers cold as they pressed into and up and under the fabric of what she would, if pressed, refer to as Nell’s shirt, and not just her father’s. Though that was true the fact was the truth hardly mattered in the forest at night between two girls.

Sofia, her eyes gathering the dark like hands, with her head bowed as she pushed the gaping of the shirtaside, fingers oh-so-nimble on the buttons. The smell of the herbs that Nell’s mother used to get sweat and beer and dirt and grease out of the homespun almost unbearable.

Not to Sofia, of course, apparently, who always ended up with her nose buried in the fabric over Nell’s shoulder. She took a stretch that summer – lucky her, towering so far above her feet and clumsy about it but not with Sofia wrapped around her like a promise neither of them could keep.

“Did you know that the Palace of Versailles used to smell unbearably like shit?”

“What?” Nell understandably perplexed with the first sting of Sofia’s teeth in her neck – low, where it wouldn’t be seen.

A tongue drawn over the sore spot and then breath washing hot across the hurt as Sofia paused again to speak. She was always doing that. Saying things and thinking things especially out here, where it was no more allowed than in her father’s house but at least it was not unwelcome.

Nothing to flinch from in the woods but shadows and the cold tips of fingers, rucking Nell’s shirt up until Sofia’s wrists disappeared beneath, roaming. Tugging and plucking and worrying the bindings around Nell’s chest.

“Yes. It was back when King Louis’ court lived there, all his quail-stuffed courtiers. It was just a lot of people and a baroque fuck of a building. A poor combination, no?” Her eyes lifted in the dark, only moon shadows to pick them clear for now, though Sofia always brought expensive candles in her pockets – “more dangerous this way. more risk. But I like seeing you.”

“M-me too.”

She pressed her mouth onto its wound again and Nell had to squeeze her eyes shut. Bury a moan where they would never find the body.

“The place was full of people, which means chamber pots and sweat and shit.” Nell is not sure, but she likes the sound of bad words in Sofia’s mouth. Mostly, she likes how it quickens Sofia’s heart where they’re pressed close – the skin to skin to skin of knowing that she is childishly afraid of saying wicked things and delighted to do it here.

Nell doesn’t know but she suspects that there is a long history under the boughs of every forest like this one outside of every small and dismal town – of girls, clashing in the branch-cut moonlight to say and do and think and feel wicked things.

Just for now.

But just for now, while we have no marriage beds and nothing that starts crying in the night and nothing to hold us like iron to the shapes of our lives.

“Apparently the whole place – palace - smells of perfume even now, a full year since Louis moved his court back to Paris.”

A laugh bright as a slap in the darkness, the tree shadows casting their limbs over Sofia’s slenderness. Half the time, Nell thought about her almost as a bird. Loud, and soft and often angry. And liable to fly away.

Sofia smells good, though. Like something floral and spicy at the same time. Her mouth, too, tastes different than the boys’ in the village. Theirs are always heavy, somehow, like rye and field dust and living off the land. It’s nice, sometimes, to be wrapped up in that, but it never feels right.

It never feels like standing in the dark in a man’s clothes with Sofia’s body wrapped tight as a promise around her. Teeth making her sting and then ache and then bruise. Clever of Sofia, whose mouth tastes of foreign tea and inkwells and hot metal, to leave Nell with something that lasts and hurts and changes colour every day.

She misses the hurt when it disappears. The mouth-shape that is just a bruise to anyone else, but Nell can see the shape of a girl’s mouth in its dimensions. Somehow. Maybe this is witchcraft. Maybe this is what they mean about girl-things out in the woods, who carry the devil in their pockets.

“I like how you smell,” Nell decides to say because she’s been quiet for too long.

Always doing that out here especially when Sofia’s hands are roaming over her skin. When her teeth are tugging at the collar of Nell’s shirt and she’s afraid and she’s hoping and she’s terribly enchanted by the idea of the fabric tearing. The harsh sound of it.

She wants the candlelight and to see Sofia flush at the things Nell knows by now to do to her. At first it was so fumbling, so quiet and exploratory. At first, it was enough just to kiss out here, but all sins grow in repetition.

Now, hers is so large that it has to be eaten to disappear.

Luckily, out here, she has the perfect impression of a mouth to work with. She has her hands and how Sofia presses close, suddenly, Versailles forgotten. Breath harsh on Nell’s chin as her hands slip down to the ties of her- their – stolen breeches. Undoing with the thoughtless dexterity of a girl who knows how to sew and embroider and how to play the piano.

Her fingers slipping into hot wet and Nell moaning and the forest swallowing it whole.

“God,” she says, and means it. Finds Sofia’s mouth in the dark as she works a little space for her wrist, slipping the breeches down over Nell’s arse with her other hand and smirking about it. Probably she knows somehow that Nell used the word arse.

No candlelight, yet. They save this for Sofia because Nell does not, in some imprecise way, like to feel seen. Out here, with only touch to tell, she is perfectly herself. Breeches and shirt and boots and Sofia’s hand tracing her jaw.

“God?”

From Sofia it is a question, wry as she starts to move her fingers and Nell knows herself how to do this but still it is astonishing. It is another hand and it is there, touching and unflinching and warmed now by all its roaming up around her chest.

Her hands are free but they’ve been gripping the tree bark at her back. Now, she uses them to find Sofia’s face and tilt it upward. Even here in the dark she will be looking down at what she’s doing but she can play the piano, so there is no interruption when Nell steals her eyes away.

Finds her mouth with the pad of her thumb and leans down – has to. she is tall and limned all in muscle where Sofia is softness abutting bone – and kisses her gently and then ungently. Bruising hard as Sofia laughs into her mouth and then makes other noises in there, and then concentrates until Nell is the one speaking, unspeaking. Making the forest hold them and all their sounds so tightly.

She shivers hard as Sofia slips inside her – two fingers easy and soft and nowhere tugging at her. They steal into her like two girls might steal into the forest at night to do wicked things.

And all of Nell’s strength means nothing in the face of this. Her knees shake and Sofia moves against her, hips in time with her fingers pressing her thumb high and soft and slow and slippery. This time, God trembles on Nell’s tongue when she tries to say Him.

“God?”

Another, again. Low in Sofia’s voice that sounds crackly with the fact that they are up so late and the air is chilly. Their bodies hot. This is not a summer tryst but a repetitive thing. She fucks Nell like she knows how, and she does.

One swallow does not make a summer but what about this? What of this? What is this?

“God!” – she cries this, or tries to, as Sofia’s fingers curl and press and move and god, fuck, and the sound is stolen away between Sofia’s lips. Delicately parted so they do not take all the volume. Just enough.

Afterwards they both tremble and neither of them imagine that in another decade they will do it someplace else. That Sofia, covered in blood, will look down at what she is doing to watch the long blade of blood form in her hand. That her smile will be rictus, and utterly unfamiliar.

And Sofia, standing with her back against the wall and a sewer stench crawling into her nostrils, – was Versailles like this? was it better? was it worse? did you ever tell me anything true? – cannot quite separate the red wet thing in front of her from the soft shadowed shape in the forest.

Perhaps Sofia has forgotten all about it. Perhaps she dragged dozens of girls into the woods. Perhaps she was the witch all along, devil in her pockets.

Nell, in boots and breeches and shirt and jacket and belt and sword and pistol, feels exactly the same as she did back then. Only more confused and better with her hands and, of course, afraid.

And, of course, not for herself.

The sword takes form, to the tip. It is so obviously magic that Nell wants to blink. She wants to give them away to the men stomping through the streets above, but then witches hang. They do it mostly in innocence and even now, watching blood drip off the tip of Sofia’s summoned sword, Nell cannot convince herself that this girl wound hang any differently.

“Put it down Sofia.” She tries again, her voice low and urgent, but the girl only smiles. She does it exactly the way she used to against Nell’s mouth.

Insult to injury. Alright.

She is bleeding so much.

Nell sets her feet, reaches down toward her belt. The cold a familiar hilt of a sword that doesn’t belong to her but does, now. As much as Sofia’s blood belongs to the girl it’s falling out of.

“Fine,” she says. Drawing steel, showing her length and her breadth and wanting to cry or laugh or scream or go home about it.

Sofia, to her credit, trembles a little more. Grins a little wider. Bleeds all over her bare feet.

“Fine,” Nell says, and this has always been the truth and mostly it has been okay, because she wanted it too. “Have it your way then.”

[kendelias]

Hi! Please consider this a 'free space' version of an ask to talk as much or as little you'd like about any oc of yours. Is there a question you always wish someone would ask? Answer it now!

oh boy!! im just gonna random generate an oc to talk about bc i love all my darlings and would love to talk ab any of them <3 i generated esther which is perfect bc she's relatively new and all her info is in my head xx

esther is my now you see me oc (bc im a little freak who loves one (1) movie)! she's dylan's sister and jack's love interest.

esther is a tarot-reader and a magician/magician's assistant by trade. when her father died when she was young, her older brother swore vengeance and esther, who has always looked up to him, followed in his footsteps. every good magician needs an assistant, after all, and dylan shrike is no exception. while training herself in magic she also put herself through law school, an expert in criminal defense and loophole law (which will come in handy for her brother's extremely illegal plan :3).

she's an excellent lawyer on retainer for multiple high-profile celebrities, politicians, and ceos, including arthur tressler and his newest pet project, the four horsemen. besides keeping those four out of trouble and passing inside information to her older brother, esther hardly has time for anything else - especially romance. though jack wilder might be too tempting to pass up...

esther's very clever, but that never stops her from being kind. she loves to help others and she's very protective over her loved ones. she's quick on her feet and almost always the smartest person in the room (sorry daniel <3), but she still always believes in magic - maybe even more than her brother.

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Did the Knights/that whole era date anyone before/after getting married? I'm most curious about Bartemius Sr, Avery Sr, Eileen, either Lupin, and both Sinistras!! If you don't want to answer, don't feel like you have to!!

Same with Rosekiller and Wolfstar but you talk about them more often. :3

Tiberius Nott Senior definitely got around with a few girls before settling down with his wife Gladys.

Bruce Senior more so dated a lot after he was married, he fathered a half-blood child who later end up in Hufflepuff but he did not stick around for the mum. The only one he actually kept around and seemed to properly care for in a way he didn’t for others was Hazel (a friend of Olive Hornby)

Bartemius Senior had a pathetic crush on his wife since like fourth year but refused to do anything about it because he was friends with Artemisia’s brother but also I just think he wasn’t that popular with girls cause he was a bit of a dickhead? Not in like an active dickhead kind of way but more like he was pretty boring and would prioritise his studies and it was clear he thought he was just a liiiittle bit better than everyone else.

Edmund Senior unsuccessfully lied about being sort of boyfriend/girlfriend with the daughter of a family friend who was a few years older than him when he was in sixth year and after that he might have approached a few women but none with much success. Esther was definitely his first real anything which is why everyone considers it so unbelievable.

Eileen had a few things going on, though a lot of it was also just rumour based because she was friends with a good handful of boys

Hope I’m not entirely sure of but I’m leaning towards no

Lyall had a few girlfriends, one or two that might have leaned forwards more serious

Altair (Aurora’s dad) had a thing going on with Salma before she married Tariq (Aurora’s uncle and Altair’s older brother). Only Salma and Altair know about this tho and he didn’t end up with someone new before being matched with Nazareth who I don’t think was with anyone prior

When you say both Sinistra’s idk if you’re referring to Altair and Tariq or Altair and Nazareth but for good measure we’ll do Tariq as well. I think Tariq was a guy that a good amount of people had a hallway crush on, he was quidditch captain as well and a good looking lad, but I don’t think he entertained it a whole lot more than maybe a few flirty chats here and there but I’m not too sure tbh

As for rosekiller and wolfstar I can’t see Evan and Barty with anyone else unless it’s like bartylus for a fic setup but even then I prefer them to just be all in insane about each other. Sirius definitely had a bajillion girlfriends before Remus and I think Remus might have had one girlfriend who he tried to get it on with once before being like nope it’s not for me

I hope this thoroughly answered the question cnfncjnfjc

[klonnieshippersclub]

Do you think Esther and Bonnie would have a friendship if Esther was alive while Bonnie Is dating Klaus?

Friends? Not likely. Esther did make a choice to allow Mikael to abuse Klaus for her mistake whether people want to admit it or not. Esther still has blame there. In a perfect world, Bonnie is allowed to be mad at people long-term. I imagine Bonnie calling Esther out for betraying Ayana’s trust. It was AYANA who mentored Esther in magic when she had no training. Ayana created Esther's talisman that Elena had no business having. Ayana gave Esther and Mikael the warning that was ignored. Esther appears to love the Bennett witches for what they have to offer: power. Like many others in the series.

However, Esther would love Bonnie. She's a Bennett witch like her beloved bestie! What's not to love? Esther might like Bonnie more than she does her own children. Unlike them, they aren't tainted with Mikael's blood. I can almost picture Esther dragging Bonnie along to bond and practice magic. She'd dote on Klonnie's children just because they are Bennetts. Klaus hates his mom and is really taken aback by her affection for his children and his wife. Esther does not care and is just happy to be on the Bennett family tree. It's a dream come true for her! It's kinda laughable if Esther ends up more of a grandmother figure to Klonnie kids than Abby would be.

[unerhoerkt]

Immer nur Tischfußball wird ja irgendwann langweilig. Wie wäre es stattdessen mit einer Runde Strip-Poker fürs Teambuilding?

Prompt: Strip-Poker mit dem Team

[tititilani]

they cancelled dbd because they knew Jenny x Esther was inevitable yet too powerful

They ABSOLUTELY did, the sapphics keep losing 😩

[andreal831]

you had said a few times in your metas that Elijah taking after Dahlia than his parents was something that made Esther (and by extension Mikael) awkward and more distant with him. but why did it never extended to Kol?

Wouldn't his preference for witchcraft, especially the dark arts, mischievous, cunning and outgoing traits make him more comparable to Dahlia, than say Elijah's warmer and paternal nature?

To me, it's the immediacy of it.

Elijah was born mere months after Dahlia took Freya away. The pain was still fresh for Esther. And then instead of the golden haired daughter, she got a dark haired boy who was calm and quiet, much like Dahlia. She hadn't even gotten the chance to mourn her daughter when they moved to an unknown land with unknown people and she had Elijah quickly after. Kol wasn't born for years after that. And he was born after Klaus, which, in Esther's own words, healed their family.

Esther was in a much better mental place when she had Kol. She had Klaus and Ansel and had settled into her place in the new world.

I also think Finn and Kol's hair darkened as they got older, just based on these two photos up top. Elijah appears to be the only one that grew up with that dark hair. Kol's hair as a kid was still brown, but not as dark.

But to your point about personality, I think Elijah reminded Esther more of Dahlia than Kol did. From what we can see, Dahlia was a parental figure to Esther, just as Elijah was to his siblings. Dahlia wasn't wild and reckless like Kol. Rather, she was willing to do anything for family and loyal to a fault. Kol is a lot more free-spirited and thrill seeking, while Dahlia didn't like that in Esther. Kol likely reminded Esther of a younger version of herself, while Elijah was the younger version of Dahlia.

Thanks for the ask!

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

Esther Finch give me a chance challenge

[fundiepredictions]

Based on the data from their pregnancy with Kenna, if Esther is pregnant (Just saying if because they haven’t confirmed as of yet) when should we expect an official announcement?

Well, that all depends on when Esther is due. And since she hasn't announced anything we don't know the due date either. So I don't know.

If they did indeed announce their pregnancy on the valentine's day party they had on february 9th or 10th then she had to be at least four weeks pregnant (Probably further along). Then she would be due at the latest on october 19th. If she would be due that day then, based on when she announced Kenna, she would announce on may 11. Does this answer your question enough?

[orchideous-nox]

oh buddy edmund walks up to this girl, says she looks like an owl and that spotted lady owls are less likely to get parasites and her fucking bf is suddenly her ex

The poor other guy never stood a chance 😭 he really needs to step up his game like everyone knows obscure bird facts are how you pull the best ladies

[throwaway-yandere]

First tag got me real worried but we'll just "LMAO" thru the pain (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). I can't stop rereading these lmfao, feel free to give everyone a hug they deserve it.

Special mention to the diluc tags, they make me fricking laugh so hard I'm still laughing hAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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Literally Childe every time Diluc calls to talk about Producer Dove: *HEAD IN HANDS FOR THE 10000TH TIME* D I L U C ! ! !

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Assistant ✾: well he doesn't have eyeS anymore now what you gonna do? What are you gonna tell him–

Producer Esther: *wheezing*

Producer Esther:

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Sorry I had way too much fun with these here's some extra ones hAHAHHAHA

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Messages in Esther's now deleted blog:

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(this is also a personal call-out lol)

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Alice & Snail:

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Childe: How do I break a finger as painlessly as possible. Called in sick to work, boss asked why and my idiot brain kicked in and said I broke my finger.

Childe: Have decided on right pinky.

Sage: Just put it in a cast/brace without breaking it dumbass.

Sage: No, actually on second thought go slam your finger in a door hinge. Sage out.

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Itto in the barista event:

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Incorrect Producer Quotes from the Yan Idol!Genshin Event

Cause it's the holidays and this is my apology for all the crap you've all went through working at TeyPro hAHAHAHHA

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Assistant ✾: sure, I don't get a "healthy" amount of sleep like SOME PEOPLE do but can they do THIS *stands up, blacks out for a second*

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Producer Fox: hostage or not, sometimes it's nice being held

Producer Hundred: ... Bro, you good?

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Producer Snail: hey heizou I got something to show you

Heizou: You hit "send" on that picture of Mike Wazowski and I hit "end" on our friendship.

Producer Snail: I don't have anything to show you

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Producer ESTHER: Kaeya lost one of his eye today and is not doing well. He is at the hospital. Please pray for him

Assistant Baker: Oh no! Hope he's okay!

Producer Oyst: Is it bad?

Zhongli:

Zhongli: Osmanthus latte I drank today.

Producer Dove: What? Why send that now?

Zhongli: It looked like it was smiling.

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Heizou: How to Become my Lover

Heizou: Step 1: Act like we are already lovers thereby skipping over the awkward "becoming friends first" part.

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Producer Fox: why don't murderers just hide the bodies at the empty spaces at the Grand Narukami agrarian reform hectares?

Ayato: thanks for the tip.

Producer Fox: no this is not a tip this is a joke

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About Producer Dove:

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Kaeya: Compliment me

Producer ESTHER: you have eyes

Kaeya: Nice

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Diluc: GIRLS DONT READ this ones just for the fellas, only guys will get this one, bros you know when youre at the gym workin on your 'toids to get big for the sports well OKAY I'm sure the ladies have stopped reading by now, so what's their deal? how do I tell the girls I love them without having to talk? I'm scared

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Producer Snail: I have no relevant skills. I am unpleasant to work with. I like to cause problems.

Executive Producer Alice: hired.

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The producers: the CEO was totally flirting with you just then

Assistant ✾: The CEO was mocking me at best and most likely casting a curse on me–

AKASHA: I AM HERE.

Assistant ✾: See?

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Producer Sage: Hunger and sex are different sorts of motivations. Hunger responds to a need. If we don't eat, we die, but sex is not in this sense a need. If we don't have sex, we may feel like dying, but we're not.

Childe: How do you know nobody ever died from lack of sex?

Producer Sage: Because you're still alive.

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Dottore #1 @ Assistant Bakery: I would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining.

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Cyno: so today i accidentally gave a bus driver a yu-gi-oh card instead of my buspass again

Solitary: again?

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"Ribbon": What is the weirdest thing a complete stranger has done to you?

Solitary, about Cyno: I got on the bus and a drunk man tried to hand me a beer and I said "it's okay sir, I'm alright" and then he handed me a dollar and went, "I saw that guy took your dollar, that was messed up." And I was like, "The bus driver?"

Solitary: He wouldn't take his dollar back.

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Dottore (?): shapeshifting is hypothetically the best super power to have. You can have any haircut and change two strands of your hair to make them longer. You can turn into an aranara, you can turn into a ruin guard, you can turn into a shambling mound of abstract shapes and sulk outside your estranged CEO's house at night while chanting ominously about his sins.

Assistant Bakery: This took a weird turn, but I'm on board for it

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Assistant Bakery: Assistant Piano and the 5wirl challenged us for a water fight.

Dottore: I'm in

Dottore: Just waiting for the water to boil

Assistant Bakery: What