#c: Ezekiel

[rewritingtales]

the  promise  of  a  face  off  excited  him.  he  does  enough  not  to  showcase  that.  shoulders  straighten  out  a  bit  and  his  grin  softens  into  a  polite  smile.  “do  tell  me  about  your  travels  if  our  paths  ever  cross  again.  i'm  curious  to  see  how  it's  turned  out  for  you.”  more  so  he  wants  to  see  if  he  kills  the  witch.  one  less  person  that  can  be  his  competition.  oh  to  be  a  fly  in  the  wall  during  that  interaction.  to  think,  he  spent  eighteen  years  of  his  life  warning  rapunzel  of  people  like  ezekiel.  then  he's  here,  making  deals  with  the  man  and  forming  an  ally  ship  of  some  sorts.  as  long  as  it's  mutually  beneficial,  then  he  doesn't  see  the  harm  in  defending  another  villain.  “tell  me,  if  you  pride  yourself  so  much  on  all  this  bloodshed,  which  has  been  your  favorite  moment  of  violence?  surely  you  have  a  whole  list  up  in  that  angry  head  of  yours.”  gothel  doesn't  say  it,  but  he  just  wants  to  know  how  capable  he  is  of  doing  what  it  takes.  he  tucks  his  hand  behind  his  back,  wrapping  one  around  the  wrist  of  the  other.  then  he  balances  himself  on  his  heels,  trying  to  look  like  he's  not  waiting  too  eagerly  on  the  wolf's  answer.  “better  make  sure  he  doesn't  get  any  other  part  of  you  either.  i  would  hate  to  hear  that  someone  is  stitching  you  up  to  be  able  to  make  it  through  the  winter.”  he  shivers  a  bit.  this  is  now  the  second  villain  that  he's  talking  down  on  to  pit  zeke  against  them.  oh  the  joys  of  manipulation.  “blond  named  rapunzel,  goes  by  ray  now.  i  just  want  to  know  if  people  are  talking  down  about  me  to  him.”  so  then  he  can  have  their  head. 

"maybe  i'm  gonna  do  that."  make  sure  they  never  made  shifters  again.  "with  the  portals  up  an'  runnin',  i  might."  yet  another  shrug.  the  witch  was  right.  someone  should  really  put  a  stop  to  that  nonsense  before  there  really  were  too  many  of  them  walking  around.  nobody  else  would  have  the  right  to  do  it;  he  was  the  only  one.  well,  maybe  those  they  had  cursed,  but  they  had  time  to  do  that  &  didn't  yet,  so  it  was  safe  to  assume  they  wouldn't.  good.  more  fun  for  him.  "hm."  should  he....  get  more  creative  again?  take  more  risks?  maybe  he  would.  maybe  these  new  lands  would  bring  new  challenges  with  them  anyway  &  he'd  have  to  find  a  way  to  overcome  them.  eh.  he'd  really  have  to  go  explore  after  the  ball,  see  for  himself  what  other  kingdoms  had  to  offer  &  the  like.  "you  uh...  okay."  that  had  been  somewhat  unexpected;  though  he  knew  that  -  hm.  he  was  probably  hinting  at  killing  ..or  something.  "oh,  i  am.  monster,  rage,  bloodshed  an'  all  that.  all  me."  he  had  more  than  this  in  him,  obviously,  but  he  was  the  monster  the  stories  talked  about.  unlike  the  other  beasts,  he  just  knew  which  of  his  traits  to  channel  ...when,  so  that  he  didn't  get  himself  killed,  because  ....well,  that  short  moment  between  the  kill  &  that  moment  he'd  tasted  enough  ...  was  a  vulnerable  one,  but  nobody  besides  him  knew  that  &  he  intended  to  keep  it  like  that.  "a  hunter  in  ...a  fur  coat's  definitely  not  gonna  be  gettin'  my  head."  he'd  rather  die  than  ...well,  that.  "sure  can.  don't  even  have  to  get  close.  you  got  anybody  you  need  ears  on  ...specifically?"

[jammusings]

[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

[luiwritings]

@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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[camellia-salazar]

I'd gush and talk about random characters in videos or on posts if some of you want, especially the ones that people don't usually talk about.

[runningincirclesx]

Special Delivery for: @ezramirez

Alex wasn't one for pigeonholing someone into hanging out with the entire night if they were at a party or something. So when he asked Penelope to go with him, he didn't expect to be with her the whole night. He was just happy to be there with her at all. However, when she was off spending time with her people, Alex was left to figure out something to do on his own. He was a pretty social guy so he wasn't that worried about it. Plus, he had been in town his entire life. There had to be someone he knew, right?

Approaching the bar, the therapist asked for a glass of water (he didn't particularly like booze) and he leaned up against the bar top as he waited. His chocolate hues shifted around the area for a few moments before they landed on the man beside him. Even though everyone was masked, he was fairly certain he recognized the man beside him. Alex was a huge boxing fan... he could recognize Ezekiel Ramirez anywhere. His eyes with went wide and he couldn't help but smile, "I am... so sorry to bother you." Alex spoke, smiling a bit, "You're Ezekiel Ramirez, correct?" His smile grew, "I'm a huge fan."

[most-tragic-character-tournament]

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.)

[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."

[luiwritings]

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

not this guy again (i love him)

[nearltheradiant]

THE SECOND SIN: FORGIVENESS.

and so she looked upon them all and pardoned them of their sins; for do the sinners not also deserve a heart to call home?