#c: Ezekiel

[rewritingtales]

how it started, even if it's not how it's going. with zeke ( @wulfdreaded )

[most-tragic-character-tournament]

PROPAGANDA UNDER THE CUT: [SPOILERS AHEAD]

EZEKIEL:

C!VITALASY:

[the-insouciant-scientist]

Drawing these two side by side is a hilarious study in opposites

[lexcella]

@bei-xxx ezekiel

[tamlenx]

a gift for @ezekielurquhart, location: catacombs, aka tammy's pRISON note: ego death part 1, time is a construct

The years blurred together, a warrior forced to sit in the sidelines; it hadn't been anything like the prospective horror Sune could have predicted, it was far worse for the once summer warder. Time meshed into one agonizing blip, time had already moved differently for the fey, but struck in one place forced to stalk the skeletal grounds of the catacombs while others had to merciful allowance to leave and fight was unbearable. Often, the Worldly, once so explored reduced to this stationed husk, found himself lounging listlessly as time passed. He could not be who he once was, no matter how maddeningly he fought for it. Tamlen had the fig of Laurelin stolen from him and he thought of it to this day; apparently fifteen years had passed. Zeke, who colloquially was known as Lil Nasty, entered as Tamlen lay about counting the damned skulls that perforated the ceiling above him. He'd have tossed his head the other way prior to the End, laughed in the face of any vampire who attempted to mingle with his kind but the celestial elf was broken; a stranger to himself as he let more than one wretched vampire taste the addictive ichor in his veins. It was all Titania had reduced him to, a relic to be drained of his magical properties, for their bidding; so why couldn't vampires, those he once detested, not cash in upon their fun to?

Brash confidence diluted into this reckless indifference, kicking his feet as he beckoned the other to sit at the edge of the makeshift bed, "Have you just returned from a mission?" If Zeke and the other vampires could milk his veins dry of addictive ichor than the celestial elf could pilfer their brains of every juicy detail from various troupes and missions.

[vicigraydixon]

Ezekiel Sutton character.ai bot

https://character.ai/chat/Rd7d8I-AKjAdxdBfQPRQ_WtwjKkDZ-xZGBqaSpvj6HI

[chelseajackarmy]

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[orgasminfiniteman]

[charlicfms]

closed starter for: @rxshingpxlse ( zeke ! )

all appointments finished for the day, charlie had turned to his own workout. nothing too strenuous, seeing as he'd already joined in with the majority of his clients' workouts but enough to be considered worthwhile. he finished what he was doing, rounding the side of one machine to find the source of... well, he didn't want to call it noise, because that seemed unfair and it was rather a nice sound. from what he could decipher anyway. finding a familiar face from around the gym, charlie placed both hands on his hips and shook his head exaggeratedly in disbelief. "there's absolutely no fuckin' way you're tellin' me that you've been doing that--" he gestured to ezekiel working out "--and singing like that at the same time. no way."

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is  he  being  harsh?  yes.  does  he  care?  also  yes,  but  he  won't  say  that  part  out  loud.  there's  a  part  of  zeke  that  is  very  familiar  to  him.  although  he  doesn't  know  all  the  parts  of  him.  that  man  that  he  made  love  to  that  night,  or  fucked  depending  on  when  you  look  at  it,  is  familiar  to  him.  the  monster  that  bit  rory  and  turned  him  into  one  of  his  own?  that  part  not  so  much.  although  they're  getting  to  know  each  other  in  more  ways  than  one.  dinner,  farm  work,  and  now  sleeping  together?  one  would  think  that's  more  intimate  than  he  is  with  anyone  else.  technically,  it  is.  vilem  hasn't  let  anyone  sleep  over  since  zeke.  everyone  that  he  sleeps  with�� he  ends  up  kicking  out.  once  again,  he's  not  going  to  put  any  of  that  into  words  though.  “why  do  you  think  that  everything  i  say  is  to  spite  you  or  to  get  back  at  you?”  for  a  couple  of  seconds,  he  thinks  that  there's  nothing  he  can  say  that'll  make  the  wolf  think  he  actually  likes  him.  oh  well.  he  shouldn't  care  about  that  sort  of  stuff  anyway.  “if  i  wasn't  okay,  i  would  have  attacked  you  by  now.”  vilem  uses  his  arm  to  prop  himself  up  too,  facing  zeke.  he's  not  necessarily  tired,  so  he  doesn't  feel  the  need  to  go  to  sleep  yet.  “if  you  kill  me,  i  can  think  of  at  least  two  people  that  won't  stop  hunting  you  until  you're  dead.  you  know  your  odds  and  the  risk  you  run,  so  i  know  you  won't  hurt  me.  same  way  i  won't  hurt  you.”  is  he  admitting  to  the  fact  that  he  trusts  the  monster?  out  loud?  hell  is  going  to  freeze  over. 

truth  be  told,  zeke  was  full  of  shit.  because  someone  had  tortured  him  &  he'd  let  them  walk  away.  worse  even.  he  saw  him  regularly  &  even  though  he  sometimes  wondered  if  he  shouldn't  just  end  him,  zeke  never  actually  went  close  to  trying.  quite  the  opposite,  much  like  with  vilem...  he  felt  drawn  to  him.  his  curse,  clearly.  he  was  drawn  towards  those  he  shouldn't  be  drawn  to.  or  something  like  that.  but  as  per  usual,  he'd  do  his  best  to  make  the  other  believe  he  was  this  monster  everybody  was  afraid  of.  not  that  he  wasn't,  but  not  all  the  things  people  whispered  about  him  was  true.  he  enjoyed  a  bloodbath,  truly,  but  he  was  ...well,  it  was  complicated  sometimes.  though,  most  people  who  crossed  him,  really  didn't  survive  it.  there  were  just  exceptions,  which  generally  proved  a  rule,  right?  yeah.  "that's  right."  there  hadn't  been  much  fanfare  the  other  time.  they  wanted  each  other,  they  ...got  each  other.  zeke  lost  control  of  his  shift  &  well,  the  rest  ...was  history.  honestly,  vilem  should've  been  flattered  he  did  that  to  zeke,  because  only  few  hook-ups  left  him  so  relaxed  &  spent  he  forgot  who  he  was  for  the  time  being.  but,  they  really  didn't  have  to  go  over  it  again.  "strangers,  huh?  guess  i  deserved  that."  he  didn't  know  what  they  were...  he  really  didn't,  but  they  had  long  since  passed  strangers.  what  else  was  there,  though?  zeke  didn't  care  about  sides  of  the  bed,  but  vilem  seemed  calm  with  his  choice,  so  zeke  would  be,  too.  he  ...couldn't  remember  feeling  this  ...on  edge  last  time  they  shared  a  bed,  which  was  annoying.  yes,  that.  "can't  disagree  there."  people  were  stupid,  except...for  a  few.  he'd  like  to  count  the  old  farmer  to  that  list  of  exceptions,  too.  zeke  followed  suit  &  propped  himself  up  on  an  arm  facing  the  other.  "you  still  okay?  sharing  your  bed  with  a  stranger  and  all?"

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WINNER WILL ADVANCE TO ROUND 2

[the-insouciant-scientist]

Had Sunless Skies on my mind when I woke up and realized I had never drawn my idiots before. That is now remedied!

On the left is Archivist Ellis Wilburn, my first captain! They're a neurotic academic with a focus on the Correspondence and a revolutionary lean, and their ambition is the Song of the Sky The Martyr-King's Cup.

And then on the right is my newer character, Reverend Ezekiel Clairmont of the New Sequence. He's very polite and friendly, as most Sequencers are, and is endlessly in awe of the open sky. His ambition is The Truth. Sure hope that doesn't rattle his faith to the core! (It will.)

[owin-with-an-i]

Today I came across a quote from 6th-century Pope, Gregory the Great. The context for it is that he was discussing a particular point of scripture:

"There are two things that are bothering me in this matter [...] One is that the vision is shrouded in such thick obscurity that it seems difficult to throw any light on it.

The other is that I have learnt that the Lombard King Agilulph has crossed the Po and is moving at top speed to besiege us."

[lonelyheartedheathens]

"Are they going to notice you're gone?" - from Ezekiel for Kaspar (adanceforpleasure)

[ Sneaking Around ] @adanceforpleasure

That soft, nervous question from his husband just drew a small smile to Kaspar’s lips and a soft chuckle from his throat. Ever since their wedding, Kaspar found it difficult to keep his hands to himself, always happy to shower his husband in the love and affection the other still seemed unsure was allowed or that he deserved.

“They may notice we’ve gone missing,” because as his husband, Ezekiel’s presence was also expected, “but I don’t think anyone is going to look too closely at me escorting you away from the party so you can catch your breath.” Even if catching his breath had so far been the last thing Kaspar had allowed since he brought them back to their chambers.

A feast was being held for a few visiting dignitaries and his own kingdom’s nobles. And like much of the rest of their lives, it was a stark difference to the sort of hostings Ezekiel’s kingdom would have. There was music and dancing and entertainment. Lots of colors and sounds were lighting up the feast hall. Ezekiel had genuinely seemed like he needed a break from it all when Kaspar quietly snuck them out. The prince had also quickly learned since their wedding that kisses and sweet touches worked excellently to distract his husband. He’d drawn Ezekiel close to him once they were closed inside their chambers and kissed him breathless, and it had only led to more kisses, more touches since before that soft question as Kaspar nibbled at his husband’s jaw.

He stroked Ezekiel’s face gently, affection and desire mingling in his gaze as he looked into his husband’s face.

“I think we’re safe to steal away at least a few more minutes before I have to return to the festivities.” Or longer. His vote was for longer.

[taciiturns]

" i think you know exactly what i’ve been up to, kaela. " said ezekiel ! @hoggleswart

if looks could kill zeke would likely be a dead man ( and she is sure he'd probably have been dead long before she even came along ). gray hues turn to daggers at his response to her pushing a question. "that's probably true," she agrees. here's the thing with zeke - if not for. . . well, the everything of it all, she probably wouldn't have such strong feelings about his existence. but alas, the two are sums of their situations. "between licking my fathers boots and canoodling with my best friend. . . i'm not sure how you'd have time for much else."

[lexcella]

Lavinia: ay, quiere que duerma bien 🥰✨💖🕊️🌈💐🌺☀️💞💗🍃

not this guy again (i love him)