#✰ — esther's works

[haithamuse]

no thoughts. only cuddling w jing yuan.

cuddles with jing yuan can be summed up with a simple phrase — pure bliss.

you can't think of a better feeling than when his muscular arms wrap around you, locking you both in a tight embrace and being pulled flush against him. a comfortable heat emanating from his skin. particularly his chest, now exposed after being confined in his tight uniform all day long.

while being craddled in his arms, you felt safe. sure, the fact that your lover is able to prove his mettle in combat contributed to it, but the feelings he elicited from you were founded on a much more simplistic level. here in his arms, you have found your home. a place were you weren't just safe, but loved and cared for.

in his arms, you found a solace you couldn't hope to find anywhere else. not when he made you feel like nothing but the two of you mattered in this moment.

"am i boring you?" a deep chuckle managed to pull you out of your thoughts. it was a sound coming from jing yuan that you were all too familiar with, having grown particularly fond of it in moments like these particularly. the ones where you could not only hear, but feel it as your head laid on his chest, his chuckle reverberating through it.

your craned your neck to look up at him, thus being rewarded by the beautiful sight of your lover. the golden hue of his eyes never failed to mesmerize you, especially now when his face was framed by the loose strands of his hair, which he'd typically wear in a tail. "not at all."

though you shook your head in a daze, jing yuan still took your word for it. you weren't lying — in fact, you loved nothing more than to listen to his stories. yet in the same vein, it wasn't your fault that his voice was so relaxing.

the hand that so masterfully weaved through your hair did not aid you. deep calluses cut through the general's hands, resulting in a rough texture that accumulated over decades of swordsmanship. but when they come in contact with your scalp, you don't think that you've ever felt a touch softer than his.

and when his lips press against your forehead, you know that you have lost. "rest, my love. i won't go anywhere."

and so you do.

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[kurvinitty]

wriothesley 👁️ 👁️ as your soulmate

( * ₊ 🦋◞ ˚ ) ⠀ ⪼ ⠀soulmate au drabbles. ( open )

tags. ⠀ ⪼ ⠀ 1.5k wc, reader works as an engineer, swearing lol, not proofread bc i'm eepy and going to bed now

notes. ⠀ ⪼ ⠀ listen to colors by halsey while reading this bc i think it fits rlly well !! anyway this may be ooc but do i care? no. i only care about he.

You can only see colour when your soulmate is with you and you’re touching. This gives a whole new meaning to them bringing colour to your world.

Who knew that out of all places, a prison would be where your world of grey would suddenly burst into bouts of colour?

As an engineer, you were stuck fixing & maintaining things more often than actually creating them. Your colleagues sometimes pitied you, as your already monotonous world made your job even harder. Those lucky enough to have found their soulmate are not only favoured by cupid’s bow, but also by whoever delegated your working tasks.

You wouldn’t lie — it pissed you off. Yet at the same time, you were aware that it was much safer dispatching someone who could identify a cable’s colour before installing them. However, that still did little to soothe your frustrations.

It’s also what had lead to you being stuck with more tedious tasks — maintenance and routine inspections. Despite all this, you still loved your job — and you’d be damned if your peers’ mocking pity would bring you down.

Ironically, it was due to them that you’d get what you were looking for all this time.

To beckon the call of help from the Fortress of Meropide was definitely not your field of expertise, yet you were still the one who answered. Due to the aforementioned reasons, it was also your first time setting foot on the premise. The prison’s damp walls added a chill to the already eerie atmosphere, and you now regret not taking your coat with you. The gardes were kind enough to escort you to the administrator’s office, saving you the pain of navigating this labyrinth on your own.

You flinch at the sound as the garde opens the door, holding it open for you to enter. Only now do you realise how tense you’ve been so far — the temperature undoubtedly having played its hand in it. Archons, you couldn’t wait to get out of this place.

With a thankful nod towards your escort, you step inside the room, Wriothesley already expecting you. Before you could fully enter, the man was already on his feet to receive you. Well prepared — as expected of him.

You have heard many things about the Duke, rumours both good & bad — but you’ve never had the chance to confirm them yourself. But now that you stand before him, you think you understand why everyone respected him greatly — no matter their personal opinion of him. At a glance, you could tell that an air of authority accompanied his every step, and you feel yourself subconsciously shrinking before the man.

Should he notice, he doesn’t say a word though. Quite the opposite, in fact, as he seems quite relieved when you finally arrive.

“You’re the engineer we requested, I assume?”

He speaks matter-of-factly, yet he also sounds… quite friendly? You didn’t know what to expect of the man, but you were sure it was closer to ice cold apathy, rather than the soft-spoken silk you experience now.

The first words this man had ever spoken to you, and you were already at a loss for words. Both because you didn’t know how to explain the situation, and also due to Wriothesley himself. While the first impression he made was better than expected, you were sure you’d somehow manage to piss him off in the next second. But then again, was it really your fault?

You clear your throat, fumbling over the words, before you settle on something to say. “Well, uh- yes I am.”

It’s evident how the Duke senses your hesitation and raises and eyebrow in question. Where he once looked at you in relief, his expression now falters and his eyes scrutinize you with suspicion.

Oh, you’re fucked.

Heat floods your body in embarrassment, your mind now drawing an even bigger blank as you desperately try to backtrack. “With that I mean— I am an engineer, but I doubt the work here will be within my expertise,” you sheepishly explain as the words escape your mouth in a single breath. What an absolute wonderful way to start off this interaction. “I am terribly sorry.”

You have half the mind to bow in apology, for an inconvenience that wasn’t even your fault. Doing your colleague’s dirty work was one thing, but your company being under staffed was a whole other issue.

But Wriothesley only shakes his head. Though you could swear you saw his face drop in annoyance for a split second, you felt like there was no need to worry when he next spoke. “It’s alright. I’m just glad there’ll be someone to look at it. This stuff has been giving me trouble all week already.” his hand moves up as he sweeps it over his forehead in exasperation, fingers combing through his thick dark hair. And for the Archon’s sake, you wanted to do nothing more to curse out loud when he did that. Even more so when you catch yourself examining his features more closely now, with your eyes lingering on his for a moment longer than they should. You wonder what colour his hair may be — dark, for sure — but there was only so much you could determine with a world full of grey.

You’re here to work, not to admire pretty men.

Pretty.

It took you more self-restraint than you’d like to admit to not slap yourself.

“Anyway, I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced yet,” the man continues, thus effectively pulling you out of your self-loathing session. His hand reaches out toward you, an invitation for you to reciprocate in kind. “Wriothesley.”

Surely, you wouldn’t be able to mess up a simple handshake, right?

You waste no time to clasp your hand in his & tell him your name, your dainty digits being engulfed by the rough and calloused skin of his own. And in that moment, you felt as if time had completely stopped.

It wasn’t due to the feeling of his skin coming in contact with yours. As much as one could sing songs about how the touch of your soulmate could invigorate & keep you warm for a thousand winters to come — it wasn’t the case for you. The catalyst for sure, but the event that followed was worth your song.

The moment your hand touched Wriothesley’s, you didn’t even feel it. The only thing you felt was the feeling when your world suddenly filled with colour. All it took was the blink of an eye, and you were in a whole different world. You stare at the man before you, your mouth hanging wide open while you were freeze in shock. There was so much new information to process, but your eyes & mind could only focus on him. You can’t exactly pinpoint all the new colours you see, but the first thing you notice is his eyes.

You weren’t the only one at a loss for words, and even if you tried — you could not pry your gaze away from holding his. His eyes don’t look much different than they did before, actually. They’re naturally blessed with a light colour, but now you notice all the different shades and hues within them. Does he know what colour his own eyes are? Do you know yours? For all you know, anyone you asked could have been lying to you so far.

You also notice how his pale face now gains the slightest bit of colour, and you wonder if he sees the same with you.

Honestly? If time would allow it, you’d stay like this forever. But of course, it’s the man you’re supposed to spend eternity with that would deny your wish.

“Let’s get started then, shall we?”

And he acts as if nothing happened.

You, on the other hand, are still in the process of digesting this experience. Before you knew it, his grip on your hand loosened, until it completely fades away and your vision is plunged back into an array of black & white.

“Wait, I—” The words slip out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, your body almost acting on it’s own accord to wrap your hand around his wrist again. Now that you’ve gotten a taste of this — of him — you desperately want your world to burn up once again, like a new hunger that begs to be satiated. Did he not feel the same? Did you just imagine it?

It seems like Wriothesley took notice of your crestfallen expression. He doesn’t back away, yet he doesn’t come closer either. Instead, he speaks — in a tone so beautiful & soft, you can scarcely believe it’s real.

“I think we’ve got more than enough time to talk later.”

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[tabrisofmars]

Wednesday: You came to the conclusion that Polly is my biological offspring.

Esther: Yes. Seems reasonable.

Wednesday: But we are a paired female couple.

Esther: I didn't say Enid was involved in the ... you know.

Enid: MOM, are you suggesting my girlfriend cheated on me?

Esther: Gawd no, honey! I just made assumptions based on what you told me.

Murray, holding a growling Polly: We thought this little pupper came out of an egg.

Wednesday:

Enid: Wait. You think Wednesday laid an egg and hatched out Polly?

Esther: When I asked what kind of outcast she was, you told me Wednesday was a magic bird.

Enid: I said she was a Raven type Psychic!

Murray: Sorry if we don't know the Woke terms for things

Polly the Doll points at Wednesday: Bird Mom!

Wednesday: Never have I wished so passionately for death as now.

[treasureplcnet]

also quite obsessed with karl being as detached from the story as he is. there's nothing that makes him have to be the detective that has to be involved, but he unknowingly dooms himself by agreeing to work with the KYAL cult. every other detective basically deals with elias head on except weissman, who only meets him right before he kills him. like he's right when he says "by my choices" because everything that leads him to being mixed up with the mannix cult is himself. it's the gambling debts and the choice to do the dirty work for an organisation he knows nothing about. he's the only one that doesn't encounter that body doing police work and it's specifically because he's told to cover it up. he gets himself into the mess and eventually fixes it but the fact that esther always dies in the doomed timelines and he's always too late even if he starts wanting to change things ("till this child. esther.") it just makes me very ill

[loving-jack-kelly]

esther jacobs is the number one javid fan she's been trying to set jack and davey up since day one. look at this nice boy david bring him home for dinner. invite him to stay. forever.

[kingoftheladybugs]

Hello! @starshadyy l was your secret santa this year! I hope you enjoy this

[jesperjohansen]

more of them, because i cannot stop myself

[aestheticcluttercore]

[LAST ORDERS]

a comic i made in about 24 hours back in 2018 combining all my favourite things — gays, ghosts and grub. Esther and Robin are my precious garbage babies — slacker girls 4 life!!!!!

i originally had this comic spread over three posts, but tumblr kept breaking the links so here the entire thing is collected in one post!

[die-ringeltaube]

etwas was mir beim kde rewatch gestern wieder eingefallen ist, mir aber schon länger immer mal wieder im kopf rumgegeistert ist, ist die szene in der pia und esther remy befragen nachdem er den autounfall hatte und dann auf pia drauf fällt und sich an ihr festhällt oder besser gesagt festkrallt. diese szene fühlt sich für mich immer wie eine verbildlichung von pias beziehung zu ihrer arbeit an like diese frau sitzt ne komplette nacht im büro und schläft gar nicht, oder nur kurz auf der couch, die arbeit hat sie komplett im griff, genauso wie remy es hat.

und wenn man sich die szene weiter anguckt ist da sogar noch mehr. esther ist die erste die versucht pia zu helfen remy von ihr los zu bekommen, schafft es aber nicht. also müssen die sanitäterinnen, die ebenfalls dabei sind, pia helfen. und genau die gleiche situation, zumindest der anfang davon, spielt sich bei pia auch im büro ab. leo versucht sie zum nachhause gehen zu animieren aber scheitert und arbeitet stattdessen mit ihr weiter.

die tatsache, dass die zwei die pia helfen ausgerechnet rettungssanitäterinnen sind, also menschen die in notsituationen zur rettung gerufen werden, könnte also darauf hinweisen, dass pia es mit der arbeit bis zum maximum ausreizt und nur davon getrennt und abstand gewinnen kann wenn ihr von menschen, die nicht ihre kolleg:innen sind, (fast schon zwanghaft) geholfen wird.

[purplezombietumbler]

Okey but hear me out:

Imagine a Total Drama like show (animated parody of reality TV show), but instead of Survivor, it's a Parody of Real Housewives, and its cast is Horror Icons.

Look I just got out of work and I'm tired.

[haithamuse]

₊˚✧ A KISS SAYS MORE THAN A THOUSAND WORDS.

ft. alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno

cw. fluff 'n smooches, smidge of angst if you squint for tighnari, cyno's is a lil bit short, intentional lowercase

a/n. esther in her sumeru era (real); first time writing for kaveh n tighnari

ⵌ ALHAITHAM — kissing the worries away

you can find alhaitham with a frown more often than not. it always brings a smile to your face when you see him deep in thought, whether it be due to his research or another book he’s reading. in your eyes, it was kind of adorable. if you were to say it out loud though, he’d just scoff at you, “stop being ridiculous.”

but you don’t deter and instead lean in to plant a kiss on his forehead, the creases on it seemingly melting away. “you’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that all the time”, you giggled.

you never knew that this little action would leave an impact on your lover, but alas — he was full of surprises.

“oh, don’t give me that look.”

“how could i not?” your eyebrows furrowed even tighter at alhaitham’s plea. “this is madness. i don’t want you to get hurt!”

your lover’s gaze softened as he cradled your face with his hands. “you trust me, right?”

“of course i do!”, you replied in earnest without missing a beat.

alhaitham’s lips curled into a smile at your eager confession. he leaned forward to lay his lips on your forehead, the action so full of tender care and love. a simple and yet intimate gesture, with a promise buried within it — that he will come home to you, no matter what.

“then i don’t want to see any wrinkles on your beautiful face when i come home.”

ⵌ KAVEH — kissing in public without any shame, not afraid to show off his love for you

kaveh wears his heart on his sleeve, for better or for worse. while some certain people think of it as one of his greatest weaknesses, to you it’s the thing you love the most.

once you got the news of your job application being accepted, your first thought was to seek out your boyfriend and tell him the amazing news.

kaveh was caught off guard when you ran towards him at full speed, barely being able to catch you as you leapt into his arms. he didn’t have the time to scold you and tell you to be more careful, not when you radiated such vibrant energy and met him with a huge grin on your face. kaveh simply couldn’t do anything but return with a gleeful smile of his own.

“i got the job!”, you exclaimed a little too loud, as the passersby gave you weird looks. but neither of you cared.

“of course you did!” kaveh matched your enthusiasm — he didn’t doubt for a single second that you wouldn’t get it.

he also did not hesitate for the slightest bit as he pressed his lips onto yours. kaveh had no shame, his kisses were always full of vim and vigour. it didn’t matter if you stood in the centre of sumeru’s market amidst a bunch of people — he’d never hold back when it came to his love for you.

“i’m proud of you.”

ⵌ TIGHNARI — kissing you to comfort

forehead kisses were tighnari’s favourite form of showing his love to you. it’s such a simple gesture, yet feels incredibly intimate. he always makes sure to face you when giving them, so even if it’s just a quick peck, it still feels like he’s taking a second to give you his full attention.

when you feel sick or unwell, his entire love, affection and care for you seep through his actions. “stay put”, tighnari orders you in a stern voice. however, his actions are tender and soft as his lips linger for just a second longer on your forehead. “don’t make me come back because collei tells me you’re out and about.”

tighnari’s kisses bring comfort not only to you but to himself as well. you make him feel safe and he wants you to feel the same with him. and how could you not? especially when he holds you in his firm embrace — first planting a kiss on the top of your head and then on your temple, whispering against it in a hushed voice, telling you everything is going to be alright.

ⵌ CYNO — kisses that say ‘i love you’

cyno is a man of few words. it’s not that he doesn’t know what to say, but rather that he prefers to show than tell. the same goes for your love life — you could count on one hand how many times you’ve heard him say ‘i love you’ out loud, but you didn’t mind.

because the way he kisses you tells you enough. cyno kisses you with tender care, yet fiery passion. it’s as if he was drinking out of a glass that’s will break if he got too greedy, dancing the fine line and testing the limits of how far he could go.

he never leaves the house without kissing you goodbye. “i’ll be back by dawn”, sealed by locking his lips with your own — i love you.

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[kurvinitty]

lil things and headcanons i've gathered abt wriothesley while i was reading through his leaks bc i love doing character analysis (1/2)

appreciates both commitment & conviction in a person, although not to the point where it completely controls them or makes out their whole person

i think he may be quite sensitive to temperature + humidity. doesn't like his atmosphere too hot nor too cold. however, i think he's more sensitive to heat than the cold, due to spending most of his time in the fortress of meropide. the temperature's naturally colder down there, thus it's what he has become accustomed to.

does enjoy sun bathing though :3

a witty lad and enjoys dark humour, but also takes his responsibilities quite serious & is adamant to take accountability of his actions

also adamant to keep his loved ones out of danger & constantly reminding them of it

makes me think his love language (giving) is words of affirmation

though he also tells strangers to keep out of trouble — even if it's just so he doesn't have more work on his hands lol

it's not that he just cares about the workload though, because he's more concerned about keeping the citizens of palais mermonia safe & carefree

does not like unfamiliar settings, prefers to stay in his comfort zone; although he'll still do it if he's asked to

still, he's open to new things + is excited to try out new things, if his loved ones ask him to. if they enjoy it, he feels like it's important for him to at least try it out.

a man that does not like being indebted to people, as he knows that 'there is no such thing as a free lunch'. will still go above and beyond for those he loves tho, without expecting anything in return

A NIGHT OWL FOR SURE. most productive during the evening/night, as daytime is too busy for him

[mishapen-moth]

i <3 unsleeping city

i've been telling saf (hi @to-be-a-dreamer ily bestie) i was gonna post my art for months, so uh. this is me actually doin it. have at it gang.

[alieliscious]

Employing the kings weird kid as ur bodyguard is the ultimate power move

[plushjorms]

i’ve seen a lot of posts about how canon your class is, but now i’m curious, how canon are your crafting disciplines? i’m always curious about who canonically does the crafting

[partenopae]

hobby botanist by day cosmic horror by night