estlyn

[estlyn]

[estlyn]

sex+romance headcanons!

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Send me a symbol. Please note that some answers may be NSFW.

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

[estlyn]

Invadam deos et cuncta quatiam. - I will storm the gods and shiver all things.

Seneca, Medea 424-5 (via terpsikeraunos)

[estlyn]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[estlyn]

𝒽: because i wanted to. if you'd like the reasons then make an effort to find me, es. i thought you appreciated photography? or just candids?

𝒽: you asked me this last time and i said 'in person', but that was over a month ago; so is that you telling me you prefer text?

estlin: Not when the pictures are of that.

estlin: I was busy last month. I'm not busy anymore. If you want to talk, we can talk. If not, I can send you the full story here.

[estlyn]

James: Your friend. Jess. Bisi. Whatever. He pulled me to the side and asked me whether I was I making deals, readying the corpses to step over later on, for my own selfish needs.

James: He told me he didn't know me well, didn't want to pretend like he did, but knew enough. And that he knew you and Jamie. That he knows you and loves you a lot. He told me we ought to pretend we've watched romantic teen movies and know the drill a father would give his daughter's first boyfriend. And that he'll protect you with his life. And if I'm the reason any of you ever hurt again, it'll end badly for me.

James: I didn't know about Jamie before this.

James: I didn't know either of you were daughters needing a father to take care of you.

estlin: I never asked him to do that for me, and I am rather displeased that he would presume I need protecting from YOU of all people.

estlin: I wonder what kind of corpses he's talking about.

estlin: Are you alright, though, darling? I hope you're not too flustered about this whole thing.

[estlyn]

𝒽: yes.

𝒽: there’s not room for all of them clearly.

𝒽: speaking of which you still owe me.

estlin: Why put up these pictures, if you don't mind me asking?

estlin: Still owe you what, darling? An explanation? You can have it.

estlin: Do you want it through text or in-person?

[estlyn]

@hanacagedswallow

estlin: The pictures on the fridge——were you the one that put them there?

estlin: These are the same pictures you showed me while we were at Plume, aren’t they?

[estlyn]

S E A G U L L‌:

Victor couldn’t help pulling a wolf-whistle at Estlin’s costume, “you look like a million devious bucks,” he said once he realized he was in the company of a fellow bird, Estlin nonetheless. “Just some vodka, nothing extremely barbaric.”  He passed Estlin his flask, knowing full well that it was Goose inside. He didn’t know if that would personally offend the guy, but he would take his chances. “Try it for yourself?” 

the wolf-whistle made him smile under his mask, which he eventually took off if he was to have any hope of drinking from the flask. the freedom from the mask was almost a godsend. he didn’t realise how hot it had been underneath all that plastic until he just did. he took the offered flask and took a sip, making a face from the bitterness of the alcohol. well, he couldn’t exactly complain when he was receiving this for free. “thank you,” he said, still so polite despite the rather lacklustre taste of the vodka on his tongue. “i suppose a couple more sips and this would help me forget this rather depressing state of affairs.” he handed the flask back to victor despite his words, however. “of course, come midnight, we’d be forced to play the roles of disappointed parents to our children.” these words were said in a low voice. “honestly, i just want them to listen to that recording jamie made of us criticising them during the dinner. it’d definitely serve as a better guide.”

[estlyn]

S H R I K E‌:

She grinned ruefully at the masquer’s reply. “Carly Rae Jepson… even worse. But Bruce Springsteen?” Gia barked out a sharp laugh. “Is there a middle-aged man under that mask?” she asked, gesturing to his horned attire. “Or maybe you’re actually the devil. Tempting me to sin. Because that is. A terrible song.” She paused to consider his second music proposition. “Fleetwood Mac, though. I can get behind that. You may pass.” She stepped aside to clear a path to the DJ, motioning for him to step past her. She did not, however, vacate the area, just in case he didn’t listen to her and she needed to berate him for his terrible decisions. Crossing her arms over her chest, she waited to see what song would come on next. 

“the classics are the best, darling,” said estlin, meaning it in more ways than one. he tried not to let her criticism of bruce springsteen get under his nerves, although he did frown underneath the mask he wore. still, he could somewhat pin that voice now. this was gia, if he remembered correctly—and he should, since she was one of the better performing ones. if only they could have a dozen like her and james, then he’d be more than satisfied with the legacy they’ll have to leave behind. “fleetwood mac’s everywhere,” he said almost dismissively to the dj, before turning his attention back to the uncaged. he might as well strike up a conversation now with this uncaged—an uncaged, he realised, he should have tried better to cultivate a relationship with. “i see you’re going as a fox,” said estlin. “why a fox, in particular? any reason or is it just random?”

[estlyn]

H A W K:

Halloween was sacred. Halloween was great. Halloween paled in comparison to Christmas, but it still held a very warm, fuzzy place in his heart.

 Unfortunately, the school sponsored party was dry event and most of the attendants were naive looking freshman who’d scream at the sight of Xanax. He figured he wasn’t going to make much at the Masquerade Ball, so he opted to visit the party last– after the series of frat bashes, sorority sprees and dirty house parties he’s paraded through since the sun set hours ago. Slumping into the event, Jamie silently eyed the guests past the thin, metal headpiece of his costume and dragged himself, his prop knife, and his impossibly heavy long,  ‘human like’ pleather skirt all the way to the hallway leading to the bathrooms. There, under the flickering fluorescent light, he paused and reached into his pocket for a little container of pig’s blood used to touch up his fading, crackled blood painted over his exposed upper body. He felt the presence of another and turned, face still shadowed beneath his mask, though he still smiled. He extended the container out towards them. “Would you like to paint me?”

estlin stepped inside the washroom to take a breather. the alcohol he’d consumed in the parties he’d attended before this with simon was now wearing off and he wasn’t being paid any amount of money to suffer this terribly and this sober. the party was only as disappointing as a dry event was expected to be—which is to say, quite a lot—and he wanted to go off to somewhere else. unfortunately, duties for the cage tied him here and he couldn’t exactly leave. on the flip side, he did have something with him that would give him an opportunity to salvage the night. there was the blister pack of xanax that he always had tucked away in his wallet and he was sure that he could find something to crush it with on the counters of the bathroom. in the span of a few seconds, he’s sure he’d have something figured out for this night.

just as soon as he entered, however, he’d almost turned back. estlin was greeted with the sight of jamie, because who else would have those tattoos and the like? if nothing else, the voice confirmed the identity for him as being none other than the current ruling member. “jamie,” he said, almost by way of greeting. he made no move to introduce himself because he was sure that his fellow caged would also recognise him by voice alone. “no thanks,” he said to the ruling member’s offer. “i’d much rather not paint you.” he pocketed the blister pack in a way that he hoped hawk wouldn’t notice, his hands making quick work to make it just simply vanish, almost (and he noted this with amusement) like a magic trick. “what are you even supposed to be?”

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[estlyn]

P E A C O C K‌:

“I wouldn’t have been surprised.” While she didn’t know much about Estlin’s feelings towards Halloween, she was well aware of his determination to do everything with a characteristic thoroughness, “I imagine bone would have been rather heavy too.” Her hand tapped at the carved out cheekbone, “All in all, still a valiant effort.” Her own costume was put together hastily, despite the high price tag of the garments, the work that went into such an outfit was easily equated to pulling out whatever she had from the closet.

“Without it, I’m sure I’d just wither away,” she said, laughing and clasping her hands together. “This mask? Armani archives, isn’t it lovely?” When she spoke, the crystals seemed to dance, catching the light at the rhythm of her own speech. Compliments fell like light rain and Sylv basked in it, smiling widely at the Devil. “I see you’ve been studying,” she noted, before their conversation grew quieter. “Our successors, isn’t that a sad way to consider that bunch.” The brunette tapped at her lower lip, “I’m still struggling to pick out what I value most, it’s a rather demanding question to ask of someone. I imagine however, that I’ll be expected to mention beauty.” And she would, without fail. “What will you say?”

"thank you,” he said, preening under his mask. the compliments sylv paid him stroked his ego and the argument they had seemed to him now to be a long-forgotten thing, a stain of shame that they’ll both promptly try to erase within their collective memories, never to be spoken of except perhaps in drunken nights and low whispers and a laugh—do you remember that stupid time when? he could see them say—that served to mask the effects of their actions. “it’s nice to know that i have your stamp of approval.”

the mask glittered as she spoke. it did give her a more than bedazzling effect. it was a crime indeed that she’d been standing all alone. “it’s lovely indeed,” estlin said, “and very much fitting to the one wearing it.” his lips pursed with her observation, an observation that he himself agreed with. if he was to say what he was looking for in a candidate, all he could think of letting out was a name, but he doubted sylv would like that much. “loyalty, hard work, dedication, all that fun stuff,” he said, waving his hand almost dismissively. he hadn’t thought about it much, really. “if i were to be completely honest, i agree with your assessment that they’re all a rather disappointing bunch. we shed blood, sweat, and tears for our seat at the winners’ table.” there was a pause, somewhat telling in its placement. “why aren’t they?”

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D O V E‌:

Her smile stretched wide at his easy reply. His mask was one meant to frighten rather than delight, and from the bright red of his shoes to his suit, she knew he was meant to be the Devil. Had the Devil met Temptation yet? Pearl laughed to herself at the thought, what she believed to be an incredible cleverness, and she smothered the sound with the back of her hand. At his next question, the smile faltered, flickered a moment as she followed him out. “I only had one cup. I wish you would’ve asked earlier, it was enough to share.”  She braced herself against the cold, inhaling deeply as the door closed behind them and muffled the sound of the party. “Much better,” she remarked, mostly to herself.

estlin was disappointed to hear the words that came out of her mouth, but he had expected it. he was, however, slightly amused to hear that one cup was more than enough for sharing. whoever this girl is, she seemed to be relatively inexperienced with alcohol if she truly believed that. “what did you drink?” he asked, not really that curious and asking only to make polite conversation. “and which forest nymph are you going as?” he added, almost as an afterthought even though he was more interested in this question than the first one. they finally went outside and the suit he was wearing protected him against the chill, although he didn’t know if the same could be said of the girl. he took out his packet of cigarettes and would have taken one for himself but he offered the packet to her first. “do you smoke?” he asked. “it could help you with the alcohol you just consumed.”

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S H R I K E‌:

“I swear to god. Whatever god you want. I will give you fifty dollars if you stop playing Taylor Swift.” Gia leaned over the DJ’s counter and shouted above the noise of the speakers hanging just overhead. “Do you know how many of her songs you’ve played? So far? At least three.” And the dance had only begun an hour ago. “Is Taylor here? Do you win commission? Please. I beg of you. Other music. Exists.” She flicked the fifty-dollar-bill over the DJ’s table and spinned around, rolling her eyes under her mask. She turned towards the nearest masquerade-goer. “Please request something good.” 

estlin let out a laugh as he watched the good old tradition of money smoothing the way once more for those who have the good fortune to possess quite a lot of it. the young woman in front of him tickled a feeling of familiarity. he was sure it was an uncaged, because those were the only freshmen he’d been paying attention to, but who? “do you know how lucky you are that you’ve managed to catch me?” asked estlin. “any other student and they would have replaced your taylor swift with, hm, carly rae jepsen or ariana grande.” much of the music being produced today sounded so much the same. of course he knew it was strategy to get at more sales but understanding did not equal compassion nor mercy. “as it is, you have the opportunity to pick between bruce springsteen’s i’m on fire or fleetwood mac’s everywhere.” a smile graced his lips, almost as if he was satisfied that his music would now finally come on. “which one would you prefer?”

[estlyn]

S W A N:

    i’m sure you’re smart enough not to get caught.  gale’s forehead creased. he let his shoulders touch back against the wall. “i’m sorry but how do you call this? or do you not count yourself as someone who … catches others?” he took the warning with a nod. the back of his head rested against the wall too now. he was looking at the other student through his bottom lashes like he was taking the role of a spectator. the manner the student spoke to him came from a place of potency. it would be a shame to miss it. “i arrived not long ago and i’m not someone who makes rash decisions. to make allies is easy, to break with them however isn’t.” 

“we can call this the beginning of a new understanding,” said estlin, his head almost tipping towards the stranger. the language the other spoke in was very much the same one estlin operated in, although it seemed they have very different life philosophies on its usage. “some future friends value initiative,” he said frankly. “if you’re lucky, you wouldn’t even need to break things off.” if the stranger was lucky, but that was a very hard thing to predict, of course.

𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤...

[estlyn]

D O V E‌:

“Are you going out?” Pearl asked, lingering by the french doors that opened to the outside, calling the attention of the figure determined to breeze past. She was a cheap drunk, and the contents of Victor’s flask had been potent, even watered down as it was. She wasn’t truly intoxicated, but her head carried a comfortable haze, but her face was too hot, the music was a touch too loud. “Would you mind if I came with you?” She felt like a small child for asking it, as if begging for a hand to hold. It was a witching night, and she was afraid of the things that hid in the dark.

there was a small, almost waifish, voice that called out to him. estlin turned around and was met with a vision of a forest nymph. he couldn’t recognise the voice or the features behind the mask—although hers was, admittedly, a small one—but she seemed to be in need of companionship and who was estlin to flat-out refuse when the request was made so politely? “sure, you can come with,” he said, although that didn’t spare her from a too-critical glance. she wasn’t swaying nor was her speech slurred but the very fact that she was asking for permission to come outside, coupled with her willingness to accompany a perfect stranger, seemed to him to be evidence that she’d had more than a few sips of alcohol with some of her friends. (because god knows that an event being a dry one never stopped anybody before.) “i see you’re trying to salvage what you can out of this night,” he said, his tone almost dripping with approval. “do you still have some of what you’ve had left?” hope coloured estlin’s tone. if he was lucky, maybe he could even get some for his own enjoyment.

[estlyn]

M A G P I E‌:

“Look at you like what, darling?” James said, looking at Estlin with exaggeratedly widened, victimized eyes, the subtlest bit of a pout jutting at his lower lip, as though barely trying to keep himself together, as though shocked silent by these overtly harsh words. And it was also a second-hand car. His act broke and he smirked - though the terseness was irremovable, present in his shoulders, in his entire posture, leaned far too close to the wheel. “Maybe your grandfather should teach me, then.” James said in a bit of a sulk. “I am,” he said, and there was the same cattiness in his voice, but Estlin hadn’t seemed to take well to his overdramatic words and so he corrected himself, sighing and deciding to take it a little more seriously: “I am grateful. Look, I’m just somewhat - overwhelmed. Give me a moment.”

Though his eyes were on the road, he found himself unable to focus on more than one thing at once, and once Estlin returned to directing him, he had to refocus on the road and his fingers tightened around the wheel once more, knuckles turning white. Estlin had told him to relax before, so he forced himself to, taking a breath as he did. “Yes, I understand.” James shifted from park to drive, and now releasing the brake - very gently, deciding to flip to the other end of the bad driving spectrum - the car rolled, inched, crawled barely a footstep forward. He was going to get another look for his petulance, so he decided to let go and transition his foot to the accelerator as directed, moving forward a little faster, now a little too fast for his taste - though likely not by literally anyone else’s - and he had to resist the urge to hit the brake immediately again. Had he already given Estlin his spiel about how he should perhaps get him a driver instead? He braked slowly, carefully, trying to do it as smoothly as he could, though there was still the slightest stutter - “Is that all right?” 

estlin didn’t really appreciate the snark coming from james. maybe your grandfather should teach me, then. “believe me, he won’t have patience over this show you’re making out of yourself right now,” said estlin. “be grateful you have me as a teacher instead of him.” the sharp tones of his grandfather, though, appeared in him right now, as well as the unrelenting perfectionism that didn’t allow much understanding for mistakes or slowness. give me a moment would have been greeted with snark, a retort of your fellow drivers on the road won’t give you a moment, so wisen up, lad. estlin could say this, of course, but he had the sneaking suspicion that james wouldn’t appreciate it and that the younger man would probably treat it as an attack. in the end, estlin settled for biting back the retort that threatened to come out of his lips.

james seemed to have trouble splitting his attention, apparently unable to both listen to estlin and keep his eyes on the road at the same time. it was all so very elementary that estlin can’t help but let out a snort. “are you a great multitasker, love?” asked estlin. “driving is very much like multitasking, only that it becomes very boring by the time you’ve gotten the hang of it. it’s just hours of sitting on a chair and cursing people, really. i think you’ll love it.” that is, if james would even manage to finish this lesson. in any case, this assessment of character was easily said, an assumption made from the couple of months, almost three now, that they knew each other. the car was put into motion by the other man and estlin was irritated at the slow movement, the little hitches he could feel in james’ driving. the car eventually stuttered to a stop and estlin frowned. “no, it’s not all right,” he said. “just”—he stopped himself. what could he say, really? driving seemed to him to be one of the easiest things in the world now. the idea of giving james a driver seemed to him almost ludicrous but it would be the easy option, especially when james seemed to have all the beginnings of a bad driver. “okay, let’s do this again,” said estlin. “surely you’re good at dividing your attention?” it was almost a jab at something but estlin had plausible deniability. “just focus on all the things all at once instead of taking it one at a time,” he said. “that just makes you a bad driver.”