#c: Ezekiel

[rewritingtales]

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

[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.

[rewritingtales]

honestly,  a  part  of  him  did  wonder  if  there  was  anyone  out  there  that  could've  gotten  zeke  into  a  corner  and  tortured  him  a  bit.  no  one  was  coming  to  mind.  not  rory.  not  the  three  brothers.  hell,  not  even  the  royals  or  himself.  that  was  why  he  didn't  even  push  him  or  challenge  him  when  he  said  that  no  one  could  torture  him.  “you're  safe  in  that  realm  then.  lucky  even.  they're  not  even  going  to  want  to  touch  you  after  everything  that  you've  done.”  a  small  grin  played  on  his  face  when  the  wolf  said  that  they  wouldn't  survive.  was  he  thinking  about  how  he  would  torture  and  kill  them?  yes.  was  it  giving  him  a  little  bit  of  joy  since  it  had  been  a  long  time  since  he  saw  carnage?  yes.  although  he  would  never  admit  that  out  loud.  it  wasn't  very  human  of  him.  if  anything,  it  was  the  same  streak  that  attracted  maeve  and  rory  to  monsters.  it  would  be  so  hypocritical  for  him  to  be  the  one  that  they  gained  that  gene  from.  “i  guess  that  i  don't  know  you  that  well.  we  haven't  really  spent  any  alone  time  aside  from,  well,  you  know.  i  don't  think  i  have  to  say  it  out  loud.”  maybe  he  was  turning  a  new  leaf.  vilem  realized  that  this  wasn't  normal  for  the  two  of  them  and  for  once,  he  wasn't  fully  judging  the  other  for  being  a  beast.  “i  don't  know  you  and  you  don't  know  me.  we  might  as  well  be  strangers  then.”  he  shrugged  casually.  they  weren't.  zeke  could  picture  him  naked  and  not  everyone  in  his  life  could  do  that.  he  nodded  slightly  and  crawled  into  the  bed.  normally  he  slept  in  the  middle,  since  he  didn't  have  to  worry  about  someone  else  being  there  with  him.  although  this  time,  he  took  the  left  side  of  the  bed.  farthest  from  the  window,  but  closest  to  what  would  be  considered  the  door  towards  the  entrance.  not  that  he  thought  he  was  going  to  have  to  runaway  in  the  middle  of  the  night,  but  just  in  case.  “i  like  my  space  and  i  like  my  privacy.  i'm  also  not  going  to  move  just  because  of  rory's  connection  to  the  royal  family,  this  has  always  been  home.  plus,  people  are  stupid.  the  farther  away  they  are  the  better.”  vilem  propped  himself  up  on  the  bed  against  the  pillows.

"as  if."  zeke  couldn't  help  chortle  at  the  thought.  if  he  knew  anybody  more  determined  than  him  to  die  in  this  forest,  it  was  vilem.  someone  would  find  his  corpse  in  the  house  one  day,  zeke  got  the  feeling  it  might  be  him  or  rory  -  or  maybe  shirley.  maybe  all  three  of  them.  he'd  like  to  think  they  had  more  time  left,  but  truth  be  told,  who  could  even  know,  right?  with  how  stubborn  he  was,  vilem  might  outlive  them  all.  that  was  a  funny  thought  to  entertain.  "nobody  tortures  me."  little  grumble,  eyes  pulling  into  a  thin  line,  though  it  wasn't  quite  a  glare,  just  ..  a  look  shot  the  old  farmer's  way.  "they  wouldn't  survive."  he  also  didn't  think  he  was  very  poetic,  but  ...okay...?  humans  &  their  strange  observations.  it  was  not  good,  thank  you  very  much.  he  hadn't  been  moping.  at  all.  he'd  just  ..been  thinking  &  observing.  that  was  all.  zeke  caught  that  grin  instantly  &  knew  why.  he'd  ...  given  him  that  sound  for  free  &  he  couldn't  even  claim  it  hadn't  been  earned.  ugh.  "maybe  you  don't  know  me  as  well  as  you  think  and  i'm  gonna  surprise  the  hell  outta  you."  he...  wouldn't.  he  wasn't  interested  in  killing  him  -  at  all.  why  would  he?  he  wanted  something  else  entirely.  not  that  he  was  going  to  tell  the  other  that.  this  was  casual.  he  was  going  to  stay  the  night.  that  ...was  all.  yeah,  right.  "i  dunno,  having  dinner  together  and  sleeping  together,  didn't  think  you  had  it  in  you."  but  there  he  was...  taking  off  his  clothes  right  in  front  of  him.  well,  fine.  now  zeke  didn't  have  an  issue  with  nudity  at  all,  he  was  a  beast  after  all,  but  humans  usually  did.  not  this  one.  "should  be  fine."  he  tugged  off  his  shirt  &  dropped  it  on  a  pile  together  with  his  pants,  leaving  him  in  only  his  underpants,  which  would  do  for  the  night.  stalking  around  the  bed  like  the  predator  he  was,  zeke  waited  for  the  other  to  climb  in  before  he  did,  too.  though  not  before  running  his  palm  over  it  first,  like  he  was  testing  it  for  softness,  which...  he  slept  in  the  middle  of  the  forest  sometimes,  so  it  didn't  really  matter  to  him.  "why'd  you  never  move  into  range  of  the  castle  where  everybody  else  got  their  farms?"

[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.

[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.)

[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)

[aajjks]

loser ≠ lover (m)

synopsis. He wants you so much, even if you’ll destroy him, because he’d let you.

fem reader x yandere oc.

warnings. yándere, öbsession, masochïstic tendencies, mentions of physical, emotional abûse, unhealthy thöughts, èxtreme obsession, obsessive thoughts.

note. MY FIRST OC!!!!! UHHH IM SO SO NERVOUS BECAUSE IM NEW TO THIS KIND OF THING BUT I HOPE YOU ALL WILL GIVE HIM A CHANCE. HES ALL YOURS TO INTERACT WITH, send fanart?!?? Please I’d be honoured, send asks talk to him!!!! 😭💌

second instalment x

loser boy who worships the ground you walk on!

Who licks off the dirt that trails off your shoes as you walk down the school hallway.

loser boy who is so obsessed with you that he can’t breathe if he can’t get a look at you.

loser boy who can’t feel anything but love for you, passion that pumps so hard in his veins for you, who can’t say a word without stuttering except your name.

Loser boy who follows you around like a lost puppy, who doesn’t care if your ‘friends’ cuss at him, if you call him a dirty dog.

At least you’re talking to him! God, he’s so lucky!

“Goodness fuck off! You sicko! How’d you find my address!?” You spit at him, your eyes filled so beautifully with hues of disgust, your luscious lips curled up in annoyance. He smiles so brightly at you, God, you’re so beautiful.

“O-Oh please! C-Call me more names! P-Please!” He begs, on his knees, his raven hair falling on his grey orbs, his lashes wet as he begs you.

You feel embarrassed, He notices, yet he feels his heart burning from the need to hear you insult him.

It’s been too long.

And that’s why he’s here, at 1 am right infront of your door, begging.

“Fucking masochist! You’re so disgusting! FUCK OFF.” The way your shoe hits his jaw, makes him moan out your name like a prayer.

You groan in anger, he gets up again, you struggle against him, your nails scratch him, the burn feels euphoric, he missed you so bad.

“You don’t understand huh?!? LEAVE. ME. ALONE.” You try to get away from him, the boy doesn’t let you, instead he grabs your legs, wrapping his arms around them, “n-no please! take me back please!” He’s sobbing.

Yet his heart loves the thrill of your resistance, it turns him on so much, his pants feel so painfully tight, “NEVER! You ARE NOT GOOD FOR ANYTHING! You are of no use to me anymore!” you keep insulting him, it makes him feel so relieved.

You hadn’t been talking to him for so long, he almost went insane without you.

“Y-YN p-please kiss me!” He stands up, “p-please!”

“FUCK OFF Ezekiel!” His mind blurs.

His tongue lulls out and he whimpers as you finally utter his name out, it sounds so good, so erotic from your mouth, His name was made for you to call out.

He is so obsessed with you.

“S-Say it again… p-please!” Ezekiel stands up, his knees wobble, the stormy grey eyes are full of lust, craziness.

You roll your eyes at him again, it only makes him so much more excited, he loves your rejection so much, he always has.

Because it’s a unique bond between you, you treat him special, he knows.

“fuck off weirdo.” Ezekiel doesn’t say anything but pushes you against the door of your house, “YN…” he brings his face so much closer to you, he feels scared yet thrilled.

You’re so unpredictable, it makes him shake with anticipation.

“P-Please don’t leave- don’t-don’t abandon me! I-I’m sorry I disappointed you b-but he deserved it.” You raise your eyebrows at his ‘apology’

“No. Get away from me you sick freak! You had no right to beat him up like that, who are you huh? My boyfriend? Please…” you scoff, “you’re nothing to me Ezekiel, absolutely nothing.” You spit again at him.

God.

“You’re just a pathetic man who gets me off. You’re just a pastime you get that?” You point your finger to his chest.

“Y’know you’re lucky you have a big dick and a pretty face. sometimes you’re obedient too and you make good punching bag.” You laugh so cruelly, venom drips in your words.

Yet he takes it as words of praise.

“You’re like my dog.”

Yes he is.

“S-So please just take me back? I-I’m so sorry YN…. Please punish me but not like this! H-HIT ME.” He takes your hand and swipes it hard across his cheek.

You gasp in surprise, Ezekiel looks at you with pure desperation. “Please! I-I can’t live without you,” he bites his lower lip, the mole under his lips becomes more evident.

“I-I can please you! I can help you get off! Please let me- give me a chance- I’ll make you cum as many times you’ll want to- PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE AT REDEMPTION!”

“P-Please!”