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esmeislewd · 1 month
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Seamstress deliberately fattening up the new duchess so she has a continual flow of revenue~ Bribing her cooks and maids to ply her with treats and always ensuring there are far too many sweets whenever she visits for a fitting or to commission a new piece. Making her outgrow dresses twice a year so she can have the fun of running her tape measure across her burgeoning body compressing and squeezing to feel the softness as she becomes intimately familiar with her growth ^^
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needahugfromesme · 11 months
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Desire
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hedghost · 10 months
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LIONESSES GAY SURFBOARD 🫡🫡🫡
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annaholak · 2 years
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Inktober - Prompt 28: Camping
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hellrobin · 6 months
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Mirrors are confusing. 
Mirror— a surface, typically of glass coated with a metal amalgam, which reflects a clear image
Some days, on good days, Kon loves the way he looks. Loves how his haircut mimics the guys in magazines he finds in train stations, loves how the gold hoop on his left ear makes him look like a boyband member and his leather jacket makes his shoulders seem broader. But other days, bad days and okay days that turn into bad ones, he hates his reflection. He hates his hair, how it’s not blonde and wavy like Kara’s or ruly and straight like Superman’s. 
He hates his eyes, Kryptionian in color but Luthor-like in shape and the way they darken when he’s mad. 
He hates every part of himself more Luthor than Superman, more human, because it means he’ll never be what he was created for. He’ll never be Superman. 
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‘I get that Esme's story-arc was meant to mirror MC's, but I always felt that the motivation behind (unclear, but strongly hinted at) euthanasia (Esme) is a whole different ballgame from wanting to improve a patient's life (MC). I honestly wish PB hadn't gone this route, as euthanasia is a very conflicting topic for most people (and actually turned me off OH2).’
POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!
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chickensarentcheap · 16 days
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Sneak Peek :)
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“I hadn’t even turned eighteen yet. I was desperate to escape;  I wanted to be as far away from my dad as possible and being in the army made the most sense.  But I was young and dumb; I never stopped to think that ‘seeing the world’ really meant going into war-torn places;  displacing people even more,  killing them, even.”
“That’s not ALL you did.  You helped more people than you hurt.  That’s something I’m sure of.” 
“Isn’t helping what hurts them most of the time?”
“It’s easy to see it that way, I guess.  Sometimes the road to helping others isn’t a pretty one.  And war is ugly; you and I have seen that firsthand.  But isn’t it sometimes beautiful, too? When the means lead to an incredible end?  When you see just how much you’ve helped someone? How better their life becomes simply because you showed up in it?”
“I don’t know how you do it.  See things…people…the way you do.”
“I learned a long time ago that if I didn’t find the good in everything and everyone, I wasn’t going to survive.  Not mentally, anyway.  I was there too; in the Middle East.  And we may not have had the same job and the same responsibilities, but I saw just how awful things were.  I heard the horror stories.”
“You of all people didn’t deserve to be there. Going through all that.”
“But I chose it.   The poor people that lived there didn’t.  And you know what? it’s so much easier to remember the bad stuff.  One horrible thing can wipe out a hundred good things.”
“Every so often, that psychology degree of yours comes out to play.”
“It’s less what I learned in school and more I learned OUT of it.  Not to mention PTSD is a monster.  Sometimes it makes it pretty hard to see the good in anything.”
“Is there you start psychoanalyzing me?  Do you charge by the hour or…?”
“It’s just the truth, unfortunately.   And you DO have PTSD.”
“I’m not the only one in this room…this bed…that does.”
“Maybe…”  She trails a nail along the length of his jaw, then over the scar that mars the bottom of his chin.  “...but you’re the only one officially diagnosed, so…”
  “What about you?” A hand moves through her hair;  dark, silky tresses slipping easily through his fingers, his palm coming to rest in the middle of her back.
“What about me?”
“What were you like? When you were a little girl? Not that you ever grew… physically…past twelve.”  He grins and presses a kiss to her forehead when she laughs. “What did a young Esme dream about? What did she want to be?”
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erenfox · 8 days
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guys is there a scientific term for the condition where you just love shipping toxic ships? like seriously. i have no fucking idea why i ship joker x harley quinn or count olaf x esme squalor sm HELP 😭
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itsallaboutbl · 5 months
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SHE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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esmeislewd · 2 months
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Imagain if there is a secret society of vampires running the world. Slowly encouraging consumerism, pushing fast food, easy at home delivery, stay at home jobs, closing gyms, discouraging critical thinking, all in an effort to make transform humans into livestock.
The vampire society is waiting for the day when humans have become so domesticated they mentally and physically can’t fight back
In the future humans will live on blood farms constantly eating, being kept docile by Ai entertainment, food, and sexual stimulation. Living a pointless life as livestock until they are chosen to be sent to market for a vampire to feast on
Oh god I wish this was real so much you have no idea!!!
Being made so docile and submissive I can't recognise the fact that I'm being used fattened and drained continually to feed my owners too engrossed in my food and vapid entertainment to realise what is happening to me. Living in blissful ignorance as I make myself more vulnerable to their predatory instincts my body and blood being finely and delicately managed to make me prettier and more delectable to them.
Everything I was and could have been slowly melting away as they simplify my life down to a couple of base hedonistic instincts they can manipulate me and keep me compliant until at last I can safely be snatched up and put on the farm where the changes will only accelerate making me a better and better cattle. Until perhaps one day a vampire takes a special liking to me, finding my blood to be exceptionally delicious they buy me out right and take me back to their home. Where they let me sprawl around the house showing off my soft doughy body to guests and servants and allowing a few select friends to feed on me as well, savouring my rich taste~
They'd leave me as a soft, spoilt pet that hardly wants for anything and all she needs to do to maintain this lifestyle is keep eating and don't flinch when they sink their fangs into my soft neck~
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esmeinlove · 2 months
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Yo - do y’all remember when shit was going down in BD part 2
And the Olympic Coven were disbanding to travel worldwide to round up friends to bear witness to rikitiki growing up?
Well… I can’t stop thinking about how in all that chaos of travel arrangements, passport grabbing, planning and general fear of the Voltori bashing their door down
Queen Esme Says… at least we get to go to London again!
(Or something along those lines) She was just planning a trip with her love - without a care in the world! What are her plans in London? A quick trip to the globe? London eye? Big Ben?
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spanishinfluenza · 1 year
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25th December 1930
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merry christmas gift to my love @youareonlyastory 🧡🎄
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stars-and-birds · 2 years
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A Date
Hi!! This is my first fix and it is *not* proofread. It’s just some dadrius/huntlow fluff, not the best thing I’ve written and the ending is a bit rushed. It’s mostly for fun and I hope u like it :)
based on Dana’s Hunter art from the gallery nucleus.
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Darius glanced up at the sound of the door creaking open. Hunter stood in the doorway, fidgeting with his hands. It still shocked Darius to see Hunter’s scars, his long hair and brown eyes, a dark souvenir from his time in the human realm. The boy was all nerves, twisting his hands so hard that Darius was afraid his fingers would pop right off. “Hunter.” He said, smiling. “What’s wrong?”
“nothing,” he said, smiling nervously. “are you sure?” “yeah, I just… Ihaveadate”
“What?”
“Ihaveadate!”
Darius’s eyes widened in surprise. “With Willow,” Hunter continued, still speaking fast. “And I was wondering if you…” —he faltered for a moment— “if you could help me pick out something to wear.”
Darius smiled. “Of course, Hunter.”
Hunter nervously shouldered on his jacket.
It was black leather, paired with some old jeans Hunter had patched up himself. “are you sure about this?” Hunter asked nervously. “of course,” Darius said confidently. “Never doubt my fashion sense. You look great.”Hunter smiled, obviously proud. Darius had suggested he see some patches onto the jacket, and Hunter had to admit he liked how it looked. He hoped Willow did too. He ran his hand along the biggest scar on his face. He’d tried to cover up his scars after he’d first gotten them, but now he wore them proudly, a tribute to his fallen friend. It had taken a while to get there, but he was proud of himself and who he was again.
Willow stood outside the movie theater, tickets in hand, waiting for Hunter. She was a little nervous. But then Hunter came running up to her, and her fears melted away. He looked so cute, wearing sunglasses and a black leather jacket covered in cute little patches.
“Hunter!” She exclaimed. “You look amazing!” He blushed from his cheeks to his ears, an embarrassed grin spreading across his face.
“thanks! So do you! Not that you don’t always look amazing— but you look amazing right now… too… also…”
he turned even redder, burying his face in his hands. She laughed, and his brown eyes peaked out from under his fingers.
“Thanks, Hunter. You ready to go?”
“yes!” He said excitedly. “Wait…” he said, his smile disappearing. “The movie isn’t scary, is it?”
“don’t tell me your afraid” Willow teased playfully. “I’m not! I just want to make sure…”
“it’s fine,” she said. “If you get scared you can hold my hand.” He turned redder than Amity. She smiled wider. “Come on,” she said, shoving him playfully “let’s go.”
Hunter nodded back, still red but smiling, his cute little tooth gap showing. “After you.” What a gentleman. “you first, please.” “how about we go in together?”
So Willow offered Hunter her arm, and they walked through the doors together.
the end
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rainbowangel110 · 1 year
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Everytime I see my mutuals being lovey dovey on my dash I start to understand Philip more and more.
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jessicanjpa · 5 months
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Hello! This is your Twilight secret santa! I was wondering what are some of your favorite Cullen relationships (romantic or familial)? Do you have any favorite headcanons about these relationships?
Hi Santa!
OK, here are some favorites that come to mind:
Carlisle and Edward. My absolute favorite. The way that Edward grows-and-yet-doesn't just makes for a delightfully angsty father/son dynamic in which they mean the world to each other and also drive each other up the wall. I'm especially thinking about how petulant Edward can be and how infuriating Carlisle's patience can be. The way they idealize each other!! The angst! Their silent arguments! The Great Soul Debate! The way they can drag each other out of a funk like no one else can! 💜
Alice and Jasper. Hands down my favorite couple to write for two reasons: their gifts are endlessly fun to play with and the ~magical element of destiny running through their story is just plain special. Neither of these two was even remotely complete without the other.
Rosalie and Edward. I just. I never get tired of their bickering. I have two teenagers and I'm just channeling Esme more than ever now because these two fight over the dumbest things and they can't even see how similar they are. And of course we all love when their bickering occasionally resolves with a sweet, awkward moment of bonding or grudging apology.
Emmett and Jasper. These two are just so, so good for each other. Their friendship is a much-needed haven of relaxation and fun and blown-off steam and easy understanding. Whether they're making stupid bets, smashing Esme's antiques with their reckless play-fighting, inventing cool vampire level games, or just listening, they're just so stinking cute.
Esme and Edward. So precious, so exasperating. She spoils him and he underestimates her. She's always fixing his hair and he's flicking it back out of place. She wants the whole world to see him play piano. He's always squirming under her well-meaning fretting. What's not to love.
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gisellelx · 5 months
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Twilight Advent Calendar, Day 11
Dec. 11 - Besides painting, what art forms does Esme enjoy? How do you imagine her art room/setup looks? (Fan artists, want to show us?)
Masterpost/Prompts
In addition to painting (and photography, 100% agreed with @needahugfromesme's fabulous art), Esme likes to combine her building skill with her creative eye. Mind you, I think it took her a very long time to a) value her art as much as those around her did b) get over the idea that there were things women shouldn't do—painting has always felt more womanly—and c) feel comfortable with her vampire nature enough to exploit it but these days, some of her most intriguing art pieces are absolutely INSANE installations. Like, "managed to weld a light in sideways from a forty-foot ceiling" insane. She likes the interface of architecture and sculpture, and she likes to do things with light and shadow. She often recruits Rosalie to help her with the metallurgy.
While some of her most unique installations are large and complicated structures of metal, wood, and light which seem to defy gravity thanks to her ability to hang from a ceiling by a finger for hours on end, one of her most powerful, and personal, hung tiny pieces of metal vertically so that the eye would take in different shapes depending on whether they were viewed from one angle or from ninety degrees to its side. The metal was arranged such so that it spelled words: RAPE/RESILIENCE was one; VICTIM/SURVIVOR was another; and so on.
It made her husband weep. Then they placed it in the Moco in Barcelona.
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