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I've been thinking about Esme again, and it's this picrew's fault.

#picrew #oc crap #d&d #esme marshcote #the esme tag #I've made a bunch of OCs naturally but this one... man... #it's just very good for her

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Last night during d&d, Esme went to go talk to the innkeepers about her parents, who had apparently passed through at some point during the twelve years that she had been separated from them. The innkeepers implied that they were involved in Some Shit, so Esme went to go talk to them about it with the countenance of a shaking newborn foal, only to find out that they are APPARENTLY part of a rad Tal'dorei-born underground anarchy group that worked for people who lived under oppression.

She's still WILDLY freaked out but now she's like, "okay.... at least they're like. doing cool things without me."

#hush frencht #oc crap #esme marshcote #the hupperdook crew #im so excited to get to them eventually this is EXACTLY want i hoped this crew would get tangled up in #the esme tag

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HEADCANON TIME, courtesy of Twitter: Esme's experience with alcohol has exclusively been in a tavern setting. She has ONLY ever used it for recreation. So when she, the child of two prolific cooks who inherited their interest in food, finds out about things like WINE PAIRINGS, she's gonna be so SO mad. What do you MEAN drinks can compliment a meal??? And that people have KNOWN this???

#hush frenchy #oc crap #esme marshcote #d&d oc #the hupperdook crew #genuinely i love the fact that esme is learning about mundane society piecemeal #it is such a fun aspect of roleplaying for me #I'm terrible at it but I DO HAVE FUN #the esme tag

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You ever ask the person you're definitely crushing hard on for a big, big favor, knowing for a fact that they won't be willing to do it but convincing yourself that maybe for YOU, maybe if YOU ask, they will, only for them to dismiss it as not possible like you expected they would, and hurt your little heart in a way so terribly obvious that the DM briefly (jokingly) considers changing the game so you won't be sad anymore?

Esme has!

#hush frenchy #oc crap #how's that rule about not getting too close to anyone working out for you babe? doesn't look like well #esme speedran getting over the rule faster than VAL which is impressive #anyway there’s more to what our warlock was dealing with than outright dismissal of her ask but there's no concise way to talk about it #so you get esme's impression! enjoy! #the hupperdook crew #d&d #I'm still thinking about that game all the time #esme marshcote #the esme tag

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For the song asks: Welly Boots by The Amazing Devil

first of all how dare you

At first I wasn't sure with this one, but then I got to THIS fucking line:

And when you scream "I'm not alright" And throw my picture at the wall "You were supposed to be my light And keep me safe against them all How could you leave me here?" you'll scream

And suddenly, I KNEW. I KNEW THIS WAS ABOUT ESME.

Cause she keeps it mostly together, and I don’t think she necessarily blames her family for their collective, uh. Debt? Entrapment? Indentured servitude to one of the major crime families of a very prolific enterprise? But I think finding out that they’ve just been out and about and not like. Making a nest for her to come home to kinda hit her hard. And if she thinks about it for more than ten seconds (unlikely) she’ll recognize how unfair that is because it has been TWELVE YEARS and her parents are allowed to try and figure out what to do with themselves in that time but her gut instinct is to realize that she’s actually! kinda upset! She got left alone to deal with so much for a very long time, and she knows her parents love her, she KNOWS that, but it doesn’t stop the fact that she got massively screwed over by circumstance and it’s much easier to be upset with a person than with the air.

So, yeah. I’d like to think this song fits Esme as she’s seen from her mother’s perspective - who never ONCE forgot her, who knows her daughter is strong enough to hold out her own, but who can’t come back, not just yet. 

And now I’m SAD.

send me a song and i’ll tell you which oc it best fits

#frenchy replies #oc crap #the hupperdook crew #esme marshcote #i'm looking forward to a very long and winding road to esme's homecoming #i want this all to be really sunk in deep before she gets catharsis #i want her to struggle with all of the things that are coming to a head right now and process them all so so badly #and then have to deal with her parents too #the esme tag

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I got Something About Her by The Kents! So I did something a little weird and abstract for Esme, my very weird and abstract little lesbian, set in the space between our last session and the one upcoming. <3

send me a number between 1 & 10, i’ll shuffle my music that many times, and whatever song i land on i’ll write a blurb/drabble/fic based on it!

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A ghost slept in Esme’s room that night.

She could hear it wandering through the blue hours of the morning, curling up in the single chair in the corner, lazing in the shallow dent of the bed at her side. The scent of it came and went with a breath; cut grass, plain soap, the lightest brush of ink and dusty vellum, tangled up in the close darkness like fingers in her hair. It pressed on her chest with an ache like longing, or fear; like the first glass-sharp jolt of adrenaline before a fight. It made her wait long, long hours for the sun to creep in, and then it spun gold into dark hair against the chair back, on the pillow by her head. The sigh by her ear might have been a breeze scuttling through the window, just a shift of the covers, but Esme knew better than that. The ghost haunted, feet on floorboards, the mutter of something arcane under a breath. The ghost waited in the corner of her eye.

And Esme, more than anything else, wanted it to find her.

#frenchy replies #my writing #oc crap #this is less than a drabble really #more just like a ~*vibe*~ #but I'm trying not to overwork things that don't need it and just get my ideas out with the right amount of words #instead of a bunch of them LMAO #but yeah this song had to be esme #i think the writing came out a little more moody than the song but...i think it fits what the song is talking about!! #anyway thank you milo ilu <3 #esme marshcote

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✨✨Wyn and ✨✨Esme

WOOF, I totally did not realize I had more asks here! Apologies and thank you for your patience!

✨ - Wyn has only recently had a lot of experience with what you'd call "domestic" chores. Her cooking expertise comes from slapdash learning on the fly, guessing, and sheepishly going to a nearby home to ask how one might cook a piece of lamb. She isn't HOPELESS, mind, but there's a lot of things that you learn from having to maintain a household that she just. Never had to learn.

✨ - Despite her outward solemnity, Wyn actually has a pretty mischievous sense of humor. She is not above quietly snatching something and hiding it somewhere else to be found later, just because. She is a grave cleric, yes, but she was a little sibling first.

✨ - Esme, on the other hand, is actually a very good cook! She spent out last session buying a lot of produce from a local market to cook for the party, because it's a talent she hasn't gotten to indulge in a while. She finds having to concentrate on a dish to be very good for her focus, and very meditative.

✨ - Esme is actually pretty decent with magical equipment - she has just been told that she's not suited for it so much that, nowadays, she doesn't even bother to look into it. One day she's gonna meet a mad inventor type who listens to her wild ideas and it's gonna be over for y'all.

Send me ✨ for a random thing about one of my OCs! (Optional: You can specify one!)

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ehehehe thank you milo!! <3

✨ - Esme's hair used to be longer. Like, much, much longer. So much so that she used to have to get it braided every night to keep it tidy. Her mother would usually sit with her right before bed and do it by shaded candlelight, and it was one of the rare moments of quiet and respite that she really got with her family. That feeling sorta settled into her brain as, 'likes to get her hair played with' and never really stopped being that, lmao.

She cut most of it off in early adulthood at the suggestion of one of her peers, and while she definitely doesn't miss the maintenance of it, she does sorta miss having an excuse to sit with someone and get all of their attention for a little bit.

Send me ✨ for a random thing about one of my OCs! (Optional: You can specify one!)

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OC lightning round: do you have an OC tag? who’s your favorite OC? what OC have you had the longest? are there small details about your OCs people wouldn’t imagine?

Oh dang, thank you for the questions!! I'll do 'em one by one because...I have so many kids...

do you have an OC tag?

Sort of?? I use "oc crap" for general OC stuff in general, but each OC also has their own individual tag and the tag for the piece of media they're from. For example, my tiefling fighter has the "valtish" tag as well as "fortune's favor" because that's her campaign name; likewise, posts about my WIP protagonist usually have "alex sheffield" as well as "seven cities". It's not...entirely organized, but it does what it needs to!

who's your favorite OC?

Ah, the sacrilege of choosing a favorite child LMAO. Most of my OCs are interesting to me for largely different reasons, but the one I find myself repeatedly falling back on is my novel protag, Alex! She's my gruff-spirited, isolationist, too-ambitious-for-her-own-damn-good sailor type, who is on a mission to make something of her life for once. Preferably, something permanent. I find myself returning to her and her story much more regularly than anyone else. (Mostly because I have full creative control of it, to be fair.)

what OC have you had the longest?

This one will also be Alex! I made her long before I got involved with any other piece of media that prompted me to make more OCs, and she had influence on a number of characters that came later. (This is, of course, ignoring the fact that I have a handful of even older OCs going back to my middle school days, because they aren't actively a part of anything I'm working on right now.)

are there small details about your OCs people wouldn’t imagine?

This sounds like an invitation for a Fun Fact list, so I'm going to indulge it! Under a cut, for sanity.

Seven Cities

Alex - Has a somewhat impulsive habit of swiping little trinkets from the places she's been. It's usually not anything noteworthy or expensive; she just finds satisfaction in being sneaky and clever.

Tahir - Can't aim powder weapons for shit. He blames his eyesight, but he's never been good at it.

Davin - Notoriously hates things like dice games that are pure chance, but is also weirdly not too fond of pure strategy games like chess. He'd be great at it! He just doesn't find it fun.

Finn - Likes Alex well enough; doesn't quite think she's good enough for Adelina for a long, long time.

Adelina - Can drink Alex under the table. Which, like, low bar, but it's pretty funny when the sailor's in his cups and Adelina's just getting warmed up.

Jonathan - Has a few very secret, very well-hidden journals that have snippets of story ideas that he would like to write one day. He won't, because he's not an especially gifted writer, but he dreams, sometimes.

Myrine - Has a massive weakness for sweets. For all that you can't buy her affection, you can sure as shit bribe her! (Within reason.)

D&D

Valtish Ankara - Afraid of heights. Still regularly jumps on top of big monsters to stab them SOTC style. Is probably going to have to fly on dragonback next session and is fully ready to Hate It the whole time.

Fizz Ippkin - Extremely friendly! Loves people! Goes to all sorts of parties! Has never had much more than fairweather friends. She's totally fine about it, though!*

(*she isn't)

Wyn Bannon - A grave cleric healer, in that she sometimes lets people make bad choices before healing them so that they can, you know, learn something from the experience. Very, "I'm a healer, but -" in many ways, lmao.

Esme Marshcote - Despite her "chase your bliss" attitude and her general nonchalance about....everything...., Esme is also extremely easily heartbroken. She nurses it for a long time, and holds a grudge.

FFXIV

Tritchet Pock - Fully a garbage disposal when it comes to food. There's very little out there that she won't try, and try in excess. Likes spicy food a lot. Blames her dragoon's soul and training for both; is believed by no one.

Thank you again for the questions!!! <3

#frenchy replies #oc crap #seven cities #d&d #fortune's favor #the hupperdook crew #ffxiv oc #now you get to see my tags in action LMAO #alex sheffield #adelina carrillo #tahir #davin #finn #jonathan mauntell #myrine #valtish #the fizz tag #wyn bannon #esme marshcote #tritchet pock #this was a lovely surprise!! sorry it took so long lmao #the wyn tag #the esme tag

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Character superlatives: 7, 13, 30, 41, 42.

7. is the fastest?

Stat wise, it's a hard tie between my drunken master monk Zephyr and my astral soul monk Esme. Logically, though? Esme. Esme is faster. Esme is on ADHD brain 110% of the time, and she has spent much, much longer in physical training. Esme could run circles around Zephyr even if Zephyr WAS sober. Which is rare.

13. is the best dancer?

Depends on the dancing! The one with the most formal practice is Wyn, but Val - my big, strong, clumsy sailor lass - has never rolled below a 14 to dance with her party members, SO....

30. is the biggest jock?

THIS one is definitely Val, though. She'd be a gym rat in a modern AU. I'm pretty sure in the Fortune's Favor modern AU, she meets one of our monks at the gym because they're both just. Always there.

41. is the best leader?

none of them Alex, probably. Not because she's particularly talented in a position of power, but because she is 1) good at making quick decisions, 2) extremely well-versed in negotiations and 3) feels strongly about taking care of the people in her care because she has a deeply held fear of retaliation. SO. Alex, but only in practice. Not at all in spirit LMAO.

42. is the worst leader?

Esme. Her Type is mean, ambitious women who always have things handled and tell her what to do. She's here to jump and ask how high!

Character superlative time GO!

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Eryx over on Twitter is doing these cute headshots for $10 (!!!) and @urdnotgrunt and I decided to get matching ones for our new d&d group! Cause we love these chaotic hell-raisers. In order, we have:

Esme the water genasi monk, played by me!

Amranth the halfling warlock, played by @urdnotgrunt!

Alva the human wizard, played by @psychopomp-pan!

Thrush the tiefling fighter, played by @themilokin!

Evelynn the half elf bard, played by @phoenix-failing!

All corralled lovingly across Wildemount by our lovely DM, my wife @colonelcupquake! Expect to see more of them, cause I'm in love. (Also, check out Eryx's open comms! As you can see, they're VERY cute.)

#d&d characters #d&d #tiefling #halfling #half-elf #water genasi #human #other people's art #esme marshcote #the aatee crew #which is what I'll use until we get a group name #poor wife has to keep remembering which vowel name she's trying to ask for #the esme tag

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An absolutely stunning commission I got from Mal over on Twitter of my newest d&d gal! My wife decided to try her hand at DMing with a campaign set in Wildmount, and this is my PC for the game. Meet Esme Marshcote, water genasi/gnome astral soul monk, ex(???)-criminal and the repository for all my ADHD tendencies. Incredibly, she has not managed to break anything yet! We'll see how long that lasts.

Mal did an amazing job bringing my haphazard ideas to life, you should go check out their work!!

#d&d #dnd #dnd oc #water genasi #monk #d&d oc #oc crap #esme marshcote #new tag for the new girl! #i'm fully obsessed with her i'm gonna be honest #her and her party #we've got such a morally loose group this go around and it's beyond good #also she definitely stole that coat #i actually petitioned my wife to let me have an oilcloth cloak #just so that she has something to put over and protect the coat #it's very nice and she's very happy that she got it

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D&D - Origins

I was cleaning out some WIPs for a Twitter meme today and I stumbled across a piece I started right before the first session of my wife’s Wildemount campaign. We started the game with some loose groupings of PCs, and this piece was sort of how I interpreted my monk Esme and @urdnotgrunt‘s warlock Amranth meeting. And since the damn thing was basically almost finished, I slapped a few more lines on and call it done. Now y’all can have it LMAO

~600 words, set in Hupperdook

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The halfling was new.

Or, she was new insofar as Esme was concerned. Hupperdook might have been a large city, but three days spent scoping the obvious gossip-haunts meant that she had crossed paths with a few of the same faces over and over again. It was always awkward when they recognized her first. 

But this halfling, Esme was certain she had never seen before. She had a cloak hemmed with fresh spots of road dust, for one, and the vibrant purple smock coat that she wore underneath spoke more of taste than it did of the rough work-garb of Hupperdook’s usual inhabitants. She sat alone, back to one of the furthest corners of the tavern, watching the brawl that was brewing near the bar with the faintest brush of a grin. 

She looked like she might actually be helpful.

Plucking her wit from wherever she had dropped it on the barroom floor, Esme kicked out of her seat and started towards the table. The halfling’s gaze caught her about halfway through the crossing, and watched with a raised eyebrow as she came to a stop at the edge of it.

“Evening,” Esme said, with as disarming a smile as she could muster. “This is really probably a long shot, but you haven’t seen another genasi and a gnome anywhere nearby, have you?” The halfling tipped her head, and the low candlelight caught the full spectrum of vibrant purple in her eyes. Esme cleared her throat. “And/or could I buy you a drink?”

The half-hearted irritation brewing in the halfling’s eyes suddenly blossomed with warmth. Smiling, she drew her tankard closer and propped an elbow against the table.

“I can’t say that I have,” she said lightly, “but you should tell me all about them after you get back with that drink.”

With a wink, she drained her tankard, and then slid it neatly across the table. Esme caught it in mute fascination. She felt suddenly like she had swallowed her tongue.

“You,” she managed eventually, gesturing loosely across the table. “I like you.” Then she turned and marched back up to the bar, already digging for one of the gold pieces buried deep in her quickly-dwindling pouch. 

The barkeep did her marked best to swindle her, but after a bout of creative haggling - and a slightly lesser bout of fishing through a nearby gnome’s pocket - Esme returned to the halfling’s table with two heavy cups of something close enough to brandy to be impressive. She set it in front of her with a deep bow.

“As requested,” she said, with her own wink. The halfling’s smile widened.

“You offered, as I recall,” she said primly, but she took the drink, which was a win, in a way. Taking it as proof that she was probably not about to be lit on fire by the halfling’s very lovely stare, Esme slid into the seat across from her and gingerly offered a hand.

“Esme,” she said, by way of an introduction. The halfling eyed her over as she sipped at her drink, and then, apparently deciding that it was worth the pleasantry, took her offered hand.

“Amranth,” she said, with a very pretty little smile. It toyed just on the edge of conspiratorial, which Esme liked, even if she didn’t know exactly what sort of conspiracy she was being made a part of. A large part of her didn’t even particularly care.

“Now,” Amaranth said before she could chase that particular train of thought too deeply, pulling her hand back to prop it against her chin. “Who did you say you were looking for, again?”

#my writing #oc crap #d&d #d&d writing #esme marshcote #amranth trill #the aatee crew #we'll get a name eventually #but yeah esme is how you say a useless lesbian 100% of the time #i took pointers from gideon nav #she thinks amranth is very pretty but she hasn't been laying it on too thick cause they've been traveling together and THAT could be weird #also she's seen amranth fry a dude from thirty feet back and she knows better LMAO

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d&d - debts and rules; favors and fools

Right before our little adventuring party left Hupperdook, we got to level up. What this meant for most people: new spells, new racial abilities, the shining crown jewel that is Action Surge. What this meant for Esme: spending all night sleeping in a bathtub, then waking up with astral arms sticking out of her shoulders and making a big fuss about it.

On the road out of the city, she decides to give credit where credit is due.

~1200 words, set on the road through Crispvale Thicket,  ft. @psychopomp-pan​’s Alva. <3

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When she was relatively certain that Thrush had them pointed in the right direction — and that he was perfectly distracted with cutting them a path across the craggy little trail they were following — Esme slipped out from her place in the lead and dropped back to walk beside Alva.

Or rather, she just stopped trying to outpace her. Alva had several inches on both Esme and Thrush, even without her boot heels, and a frankly unfair amount of it was leg. It made keeping pace ahead of her a logistical nightmare, and made Esme’s carefully gathered focus scatter like rabbits if she thought too long about it.

Luckily, Alva was too focused on the path in front of her to notice Esme’s guilty sidelong glances. She walked leaning ever so slightly forward, on the balls of her feet, where the pits and stones that littered the road couldn’t catch the edges of her heels — or at least, where they wouldn’t make her stumble when they did. Evie had already had to catch her arm once to keep her upright, and Alva seemed determined not to make it a repeat performance.

“I hate walking,” she said by way of a greeting as Esme fell into step beside her. “I thought doing a lot of it would get me used to it, you know? Make me enjoy it or something. But I think I just hate it more now.”

“It is really boring,” Esme agreed, which was as far as she could get in agreeing with that particular sentiment. Even week-long treks through a forest that was almost certainly trying to kill her had been as much freedom as she had been allowed, not so long ago. It was hard not to be fond of them now too. “We’ll try and find a caravan to join up with on the Glory Run, yeah? And maybe some new shoes in Rexxentrum. I bet they have real nice ones there. Hells, it’s the capital — I bet they have ones that can make you fly.”

She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper on the word, and was rewarded with a small smile that touched the corner of Alva’s mouth.

“I wouldn’t hate never having to walk again,” she admitted. Esme grinned.

“It’s a plan, then! Give me an hour in the market, and I’ll find a lovely pair of shoes just right for travel. And I’ll get them at the best discount of all.”

With a wink, she flourished a hand as if to conjure something out of the air, and then swore as the gold piece that she had snuck out of her pouch suddenly spun away from her fingers with a bright ping. It sailed in a perfect arc over her shoulder and landed somewhere in the gritty selvedge of the road, clattering away into the grass. She scrambled after it, cursing.

It took a full minute of scuffing around in the dirt to find the coin, and by then she had to jog to catch up to the back of the group. Alva, mercifully, only smirked a little bit, and stepped aside to give her room on the road.

"Seems like a lot of trouble to go through just for some shoes," she said, picking up their conversation like it hadn’t been interrupted. Esme huffed. 

"They're magic shoes, in this scenario. That’s worth making close acquaintance with the capital guards. And besides, how else am I supposed to pay you back for all the help?”

Alva paused, eyebrow raised. “Help?”

“With my training.” When Alva just blinked at her, Esme sighed and made a vague, fluttering gesture at the air. "You know, the whole ‘pulling-shit-from-the-astral-sea-and-into-the-Material-plane’ thing. My magic arms. Honestly, I don’t think I’d have ever figured it out without talking to you about all that magic…weave…stuff. So, y’know. Thanks.”

“Oh.” Alva turned back towards the road, shrugging. "That was nothing. Don't worry about it."

“It wasn’t nothing, though.” With one long stride, Esme swung around in front of her, spinning to walk backwards so she could look Alva in the face. “I’ve been working on that for years, Alva. Literal years. As in, fully twelve of them, now. Twelve years, and you’re the only person who has ever talked about magic like it’s not just a tool, like it’s not just about slapping the right ingredients down and asking pretty please for the right thing to happen. I might’ve figured that out myself eventually, but how long would that have taken? Another year? Another ten? This isn’t just something new for me; this is huge. This is world-changing! And it’s….mostly thanks to you.”

The words escaped before she could think to curb them. No debts, she had sworn to herself when she had crossed over from the mountains. No debts, no rules; no favors or fools. It was the mantra that she had concocted in the middle of all of that idle walking, the guide that was going to keep her safe and steady and firmly out of the reach of anyone else’s pocket. It was supposed to be law, for her. And yet, here she was, offering someone she had known for a week — less than a week, really, with how mum Alva had been keeping so far — the opportunity to take her for something even deeper. She swallowed hard as Alva looked up again, dark eyes narrow behind the wide lenses of her glasses.

“I didn’t realize,” she said after a moment, thoughtfully, and Esme’s heart took a frantic nosedive into her stomach. Then Alva’s lips curled up just slightly at one corner and she shrugged. “You’re welcome, then. I sort of get it, actually. People didn’t talk much about magic back home either, so I had to learn most of what I know out of a book, or from whoever got lost enough to stumble into town. I still don't know if I'm doing things right half the time. It’s sort of nice to know that’s not just a small town thing.”

“Oh, it’s definitely still a small town thing,” Esme said dryly, spinning back around to cover the wave of relief washing through her. Her heart still felt like a sledgehammer in her chest, but she swallowed it down hard and said, instead, “I could tell you what I know about the astral plane sometime, if you wanted. You know, pay it back a bit. It’s not the sort of magic you dabble in, but it still might be worth something.”

It was just a grab-back really, just a heavy-handed attempt to snatch some little bit of that threatening, hovering debt away, but Alva smiled like it was all good faith and nodded towards the front of their little entourage.

“Seems there’s a lot of road ahead of us.”

“And a lot of walking to do on it,” Esme agreed, grinning when Alva’s smile twitched back into a scowl. “Don’t worry, though; I can fill a few hours of walking, easy. I can even make it interesting! I’ve been wandering the astral sea for twelve years, now. At this point, I know it intimately.”

"Do you?" Alva asked, with a thoughtful hum. "Well, that makes sense. I thought you were having more fun in that tub than you let on."

#my writing #oc crap #d&d writing #d&d #wildemount campaign #the aatee crew #other people's oc #esme marshcote #i'm a bit out of practice and still nailing everyone's voices down #but i hope you like it autumn ilu!!!! #i'll keep working on them until I get them right!!! #also yes esme continues to be a big ol lesbian #it's not her fault that everyone in our party is pretty!!!! it's not!!!

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10, 22, and 31 for Esme?

Thank you anon!!

10. What kind of jokes make them laugh?

- Esme's favorite kind of jokes are the sort that surprise her. Like, those jokes that are set up to make you expect a particular punchline and then change it up in a way that's weird or unexpected. She's especially fond of the sort that do it with songs. (General tumblr humor would appeal to her....more than I'd like to admit LMAO.

22. What are their eating habits like? Do they snack throughout the day? Or do they eat sparsely?

- Esme is used to sparse eating and so carries that into her present situation. She prefers to snack throughout the day than to have a few large meals, which is a shame because she's actually a decent cook! If she's gonna have a big meal, though, it'll be breakfast.

31. Your character has been invited to a masquerade ball. What mask do they wear?

- A very simple, narrow black eye mask with the biggest decorative feathers the world has ever seen framing the outside of it. To be "fancy" to her is to be fully a maximalist, LMAO.

Ask me about my OCs!

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[frenchy-and-the-sea]

Usually I have d&d feelings immediately after the session, but man, this last one with Esme has been such a slow burn. I'm only just now sort of realizing that she's uh! A little fucked up about her time in Shadycreek! And maybe has just enough awareness of a "normal" life to know how much her time there robbed her of! And she hasn't let herself examine it at all, except that talking about it around a campfire to Thrush, watching the shadows of former rivals and neighbors and friends creep through the fields just south of the Glory Run, makes her look at it in the face! And now I'M fucked up about it too!

#hush frenchy #esme marshcote #d&d #i dunno man she was just so blase and casual about talking about it for the most part #and idk if it was something she expected to confront.... ever! #and now I'm just in some very nebulous feelings about it #the esme tag