Esme ✨️
@guraiuna.bsky.social
Biology student and casual writer | Chilumi 🐳✨️ | Okikagu 🐶🐰 | I hop from one obsession to another like a frog
Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Himaera
Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Himaera
(but i absolutely reccomend jp varka, suzuken is just the best, he gives his characters a certain warmth that's somehow awkward but charming (or maybe im too much of a gintoki fan idk))
October 28, 2025 at 9:14 PM
(but i absolutely reccomend jp varka, suzuken is just the best, he gives his characters a certain warmth that's somehow awkward but charming (or maybe im too much of a gintoki fan idk))
in most cases of gary stus one of the main problems is how the other characters treat them (& how they react to their treatment). in this regard i actually like that varka doesn't play down their admiration (humble gary stus are gross)
idk how he sounds in eng and now i don't think I want to know 💀
idk how he sounds in eng and now i don't think I want to know 💀
October 28, 2025 at 9:12 PM
in most cases of gary stus one of the main problems is how the other characters treat them (& how they react to their treatment). in this regard i actually like that varka doesn't play down their admiration (humble gary stus are gross)
idk how he sounds in eng and now i don't think I want to know 💀
idk how he sounds in eng and now i don't think I want to know 💀
the first ones are varka's (the ones with rougher lines) the last 2 are albedo's (or varka's after albedo's guidance but personally i think albedo just went art teacher on his ass and turned them into full blown sketches XD)
I made a post about it bc i found it cute
www.tumblr.com/rainbowsarea...
I made a post about it bc i found it cute
www.tumblr.com/rainbowsarea...
Reblog by @rainbowsarealwayssomewhere · 7 images
💬 0 🔁 1 ❤️ 10 · Guys, Varka made the little doodles at the corner of the waiting screen
He spent too much time with Klee (and Albedo critiqued them and offered to guide him)
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October 28, 2025 at 9:06 PM
the first ones are varka's (the ones with rougher lines) the last 2 are albedo's (or varka's after albedo's guidance but personally i think albedo just went art teacher on his ass and turned them into full blown sketches XD)
I made a post about it bc i found it cute
www.tumblr.com/rainbowsarea...
I made a post about it bc i found it cute
www.tumblr.com/rainbowsarea...
(I did findhis little doodles at the corner of the map/loading screen endearing tho)
October 27, 2025 at 4:29 PM
(I did findhis little doodles at the corner of the map/loading screen endearing tho)
He has so many Gary Stu vibes it's off-putting. And everyone acting like he's a god just irks me.
Personally I play JP and I just image he's Gintoki playing Varka. Gintoki who is incredibly flawed and yet one of the best mcs i've seen in shonen.
Personally I play JP and I just image he's Gintoki playing Varka. Gintoki who is incredibly flawed and yet one of the best mcs i've seen in shonen.
October 27, 2025 at 4:29 PM
He has so many Gary Stu vibes it's off-putting. And everyone acting like he's a god just irks me.
Personally I play JP and I just image he's Gintoki playing Varka. Gintoki who is incredibly flawed and yet one of the best mcs i've seen in shonen.
Personally I play JP and I just image he's Gintoki playing Varka. Gintoki who is incredibly flawed and yet one of the best mcs i've seen in shonen.
Reposted by Esme ✨️
/just some more #Wrionette, 'cause I got few more works. These three even seem to have a plot (although actually chronologically they are 3rd, 4th and 6th works - and 6th in the center, and 3rd at the end)/
December 22, 2024 at 7:27 AM
/just some more #Wrionette, 'cause I got few more works. These three even seem to have a plot (although actually chronologically they are 3rd, 4th and 6th works - and 6th in the center, and 3rd at the end)/
Reposted by Esme ✨️
Lynette takes offence at being called a wolf
October 16, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Lynette takes offence at being called a wolf
And there is no honor, he lied to her– but there is pleasure. So, so much pleasure as she moans the name he never entrusted her with but she knows regardless.
The pillow her only confessor as she finds release from the ache in one core but not the yearning in the other.
///End.
The pillow her only confessor as she finds release from the ache in one core but not the yearning in the other.
///End.
October 11, 2025 at 2:39 PM
And there is no honor, he lied to her– but there is pleasure. So, so much pleasure as she moans the name he never entrusted her with but she knows regardless.
The pillow her only confessor as she finds release from the ache in one core but not the yearning in the other.
///End.
The pillow her only confessor as she finds release from the ache in one core but not the yearning in the other.
///End.
Lumine sinks her face in the pillow bellow her
"Ajax..." A whimper escapes her– a pathetic little cry muffled by the plush pillow. Intelligible, yet she knows exactly what she said.
Its sinful sweetness still seared into the flesh of her treacherous lips.
She yields.
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"Ajax..." A whimper escapes her– a pathetic little cry muffled by the plush pillow. Intelligible, yet she knows exactly what she said.
Its sinful sweetness still seared into the flesh of her treacherous lips.
She yields.
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October 11, 2025 at 2:39 PM
Lumine sinks her face in the pillow bellow her
"Ajax..." A whimper escapes her– a pathetic little cry muffled by the plush pillow. Intelligible, yet she knows exactly what she said.
Its sinful sweetness still seared into the flesh of her treacherous lips.
She yields.
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"Ajax..." A whimper escapes her– a pathetic little cry muffled by the plush pillow. Intelligible, yet she knows exactly what she said.
Its sinful sweetness still seared into the flesh of her treacherous lips.
She yields.
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It buzzes deep inside her ear as /he\ holds her down, one arm twisted behind her back, the other trapped beneath the sole of his boot.
Nagging her.
And making her insides melt as her face grows redder and redder to her utter horror.
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Nagging her.
And making her insides melt as her face grows redder and redder to her utter horror.
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October 11, 2025 at 2:39 PM
It buzzes deep inside her ear as /he\ holds her down, one arm twisted behind her back, the other trapped beneath the sole of his boot.
Nagging her.
And making her insides melt as her face grows redder and redder to her utter horror.
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Nagging her.
And making her insides melt as her face grows redder and redder to her utter horror.
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Accent just as thick as the one of her companion from tonight, yet so different. There's clear satisfaction in the vibration that bounces around inside her eardrum.
October 11, 2025 at 2:39 PM
Accent just as thick as the one of her companion from tonight, yet so different. There's clear satisfaction in the vibration that bounces around inside her eardrum.
And she knows exactly why she likes it.
"Yield." Another voice, of another ginger, not the one from Nod Krai, whispers in her ear. Breath shockingly warm against the shell of her reddish ear. "There is honor in admitting defeat, /comrade\." The voice purrs.
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"Yield." Another voice, of another ginger, not the one from Nod Krai, whispers in her ear. Breath shockingly warm against the shell of her reddish ear. "There is honor in admitting defeat, /comrade\." The voice purrs.
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October 11, 2025 at 2:39 PM
And she knows exactly why she likes it.
"Yield." Another voice, of another ginger, not the one from Nod Krai, whispers in her ear. Breath shockingly warm against the shell of her reddish ear. "There is honor in admitting defeat, /comrade\." The voice purrs.
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"Yield." Another voice, of another ginger, not the one from Nod Krai, whispers in her ear. Breath shockingly warm against the shell of her reddish ear. "There is honor in admitting defeat, /comrade\." The voice purrs.
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And it back-fires monumentarily when as he pounds her from behind, the stranger leans down on her, forcing her elbows to buckle beneath his weight.
Golden eyes widen as warmth spreads from her shoulders to her lower back. He's dwarfing her and to her horror, Lumine /likes\ it.
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Golden eyes widen as warmth spreads from her shoulders to her lower back. He's dwarfing her and to her horror, Lumine /likes\ it.
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October 11, 2025 at 2:39 PM
And it back-fires monumentarily when as he pounds her from behind, the stranger leans down on her, forcing her elbows to buckle beneath his weight.
Golden eyes widen as warmth spreads from her shoulders to her lower back. He's dwarfing her and to her horror, Lumine /likes\ it.
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Golden eyes widen as warmth spreads from her shoulders to her lower back. He's dwarfing her and to her horror, Lumine /likes\ it.
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She tries to not think about it. Tries to focus on the dizziness and the pleasure– because she /is\ drunk and she /is\ feeling good
She gathers that all she needs is a change of pace– or positions if you will. When she gets the chance, she flips them in a less intimate one
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She gathers that all she needs is a change of pace– or positions if you will. When she gets the chance, she flips them in a less intimate one
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October 11, 2025 at 2:39 PM
She tries to not think about it. Tries to focus on the dizziness and the pleasure– because she /is\ drunk and she /is\ feeling good
She gathers that all she needs is a change of pace– or positions if you will. When she gets the chance, she flips them in a less intimate one
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She gathers that all she needs is a change of pace– or positions if you will. When she gets the chance, she flips them in a less intimate one
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Yet when her lips wrap around his earlobe, she doesn't feel the chill of the crimson stone. Nor the metal where it should meet his flesh.
She feels just flesh. And warmth.
And she finds herself sniffing. The corners of her eyes sting. Her lips quiver around the flesh.
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She feels just flesh. And warmth.
And she finds herself sniffing. The corners of her eyes sting. Her lips quiver around the flesh.
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October 11, 2025 at 2:39 PM
Yet when her lips wrap around his earlobe, she doesn't feel the chill of the crimson stone. Nor the metal where it should meet his flesh.
She feels just flesh. And warmth.
And she finds herself sniffing. The corners of her eyes sting. Her lips quiver around the flesh.
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She feels just flesh. And warmth.
And she finds herself sniffing. The corners of her eyes sting. Her lips quiver around the flesh.
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A glimmer in a rhombic shape that sears her insides with that eerie familiarity she had been avoiding the whole night.
Lumine's throat runs dry.
She's drunk and getting fucked senseless by a stranger; she wants to tug at the earring–
Maybe rip it off his earlobe with her teeth
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Lumine's throat runs dry.
She's drunk and getting fucked senseless by a stranger; she wants to tug at the earring–
Maybe rip it off his earlobe with her teeth
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October 11, 2025 at 2:39 PM
A glimmer in a rhombic shape that sears her insides with that eerie familiarity she had been avoiding the whole night.
Lumine's throat runs dry.
She's drunk and getting fucked senseless by a stranger; she wants to tug at the earring–
Maybe rip it off his earlobe with her teeth
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Lumine's throat runs dry.
She's drunk and getting fucked senseless by a stranger; she wants to tug at the earring–
Maybe rip it off his earlobe with her teeth
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Her vision has warm, coppery hues; his face is buried in the side of her head and his messy ginger locks are getting in her face as he thrusts into her with no rhythm.
Too inebriated to hold onto one. To lost in the heat of her body.
For a split second orange turns into red.
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Too inebriated to hold onto one. To lost in the heat of her body.
For a split second orange turns into red.
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October 11, 2025 at 2:39 PM
Her vision has warm, coppery hues; his face is buried in the side of her head and his messy ginger locks are getting in her face as he thrusts into her with no rhythm.
Too inebriated to hold onto one. To lost in the heat of her body.
For a split second orange turns into red.
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Too inebriated to hold onto one. To lost in the heat of her body.
For a split second orange turns into red.
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Or perhaps, she does answer him.
Sprawled across his bedsheets somewhere in the living quarters of Speranza.
Gloved hands tangled deep in her golden locks and her thighs locked around his hips.
She does answer him– if moans are answers then she answers him plenty.
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Sprawled across his bedsheets somewhere in the living quarters of Speranza.
Gloved hands tangled deep in her golden locks and her thighs locked around his hips.
She does answer him– if moans are answers then she answers him plenty.
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October 11, 2025 at 2:39 PM
Or perhaps, she does answer him.
Sprawled across his bedsheets somewhere in the living quarters of Speranza.
Gloved hands tangled deep in her golden locks and her thighs locked around his hips.
She does answer him– if moans are answers then she answers him plenty.
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Sprawled across his bedsheets somewhere in the living quarters of Speranza.
Gloved hands tangled deep in her golden locks and her thighs locked around his hips.
She does answer him– if moans are answers then she answers him plenty.
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After he sees that she is okay, the bastard– no, he's not a bastard, not /this\ one at least – dares to smirk down at her. Blue eyes twinkling with self righteous amusement.
"I take it you don't like it when I call you comrade then?"
Lumine does not answer him.
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"I take it you don't like it when I call you comrade then?"
Lumine does not answer him.
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October 11, 2025 at 2:39 PM
After he sees that she is okay, the bastard– no, he's not a bastard, not /this\ one at least – dares to smirk down at her. Blue eyes twinkling with self righteous amusement.
"I take it you don't like it when I call you comrade then?"
Lumine does not answer him.
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"I take it you don't like it when I call you comrade then?"
Lumine does not answer him.
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It takes a few deep breaths for the burn to subside, under the worried gaze of the ginger who rushed to her side. Lumine wipes the dew drops that formed at the corners of her eyes. Tells herself it's a normal phenomenon when one chokes on strong alcohol.
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October 11, 2025 at 2:39 PM
It takes a few deep breaths for the burn to subside, under the worried gaze of the ginger who rushed to her side. Lumine wipes the dew drops that formed at the corners of her eyes. Tells herself it's a normal phenomenon when one chokes on strong alcohol.
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