#ezra takes pictures of stuff

[floodnetworks]

favorite subway platform. most of the graves in this catholic cemetery are hollow tin, and often sink into the ground.

[better-call-mau1]

Rebels Rewatch: "Iron Squadron"

Unexpected Sato backstory??? And other fun things!

Oh hey, the rare Star Wars planet that is not one single biome!

My son looking cutely contemplative. :)

Hera's the first to mention that Sato has "connections" here, and my brain automatically assumed family even before the reveal.

This freighter the kids are using is a YT-2400, which apparently was kind of a big deal to Legends fans because of some dude named Dash Rendar. This is not my area of lore expertise so I won't comment on that, but I will observe that if fanbros had an expectation of seeing that guy in this episode then it makes more sense why they got pissy when it was revealed the crew was upstart plucky kids instead.

Still, adult Star Wars fans really have got to stop mindlessly hating on teen/kid characters.

"They're attacking the Empire head on!" I mean, y'all have a Corellian freighter too and you do that all the time. I guess the YT-2400 looks way more civilian grade to them, no obvious modifications.

Why is Kanan in the turret, guys? Yeah yeah I know he has the Force to help him "see" but this is just... silly.

Hera still operating under the impression that it's a civilian ship. I mean technically it is but also you're in the Rebellion Hera, we literally just had an Imperial ace talk about how y'all use whatever ship that flies a few episodes ago lol.

You know the trick with the cargo crates is actually pretty clever. The YT-2400 obviously has very little actual armament aside from the one top gun, very easy to lull your enemy into thinking you're harmless.

Lol Zeb accurately calling that Iron Squadron is "a ship-full of Ezras".

I haven't commented on it before but sometimes Ezra just sits like such a typical teenager, using the furniture in all the wrong ways.

Big fan of the slightly vulnerable note in Sato's voice here.

Lol Ezra and Sabine's faces here.

"If you like a junk pile." "Be nice." A+ adorable banter moment, love it.

There goes Chopper antagonizing other droids again.

Mart is surly and grumpy and looks like a shaggy kitten and I love him. <3

Gooti trying to diffuse the tension in the room by offering waffles. Relatable.

Mart honestly sounds just a bit like Dark Side Drunk Ezra, the undernotes of anger in his voice, insisting that they have things under control and don't need help. Honestly it was kind of an amazing and interesting idea to put Ezra alongside a bunch of (slightly) younger kids a few rungs back on the character development ladder to contrast how much more mature he's gotten.

Mart confusing different Imperial ships for a Star Destroyer is also a great running gag. Sabine gets so annoyed lol.

Lothal still looking relatively pretty.

I would really like to praise Lars Mikkelson for making me creeped out by the most innocuous of scenes with Thrawn, all the man has to do is comment on Iron Squadron being interesting and mildly insult Konstantine and my skin crawls, ggughhhh.

Thrawn setting up lesser officers for failure again.

Relating to deliberately casting Ezra as the more mature one, it even extends to how they keep posing him this episode. He's not more than a year or two older than the Iron Squadron kids and yet he feels so much older in his bearing and manner of speaking.

The shoulder nudge and the way Sabine goes, "Hmm?" makes me think they're improving this on the fly.

I've joked before about this looking like a cute family photo but it's still true.

Spaceparents be skeptical lol.

Chopper just whacking the panel with hammer. XD

"This might be just a planet to you, but it's our home!" Hoo boy, that's the heart of it isn't it? Ezra has been through this exact thing. So he understands the instinct to dig in and fight back. But like Mon Mothma would later remind him in Season Four, you can't save every planet right away. Sometimes you have to retreat and regroup, and come back stronger later.

Sometimes you have to leave home.

It doesn't mean you don't fight. It just means you don't let your fear of loss make you stupid.

Once again leaning on that message of "How we choose to fight."

This is purely in the realm of headcanon but Mart's obsession with suicidally charging a Star Destroyer makes me think that might be how his father died, or something similar to it at least.

Gooti and Jonner sharing a look like, "Uhhhhhh maybe they have a point about our ship being way too small to take on the Empire alone."

Yeah, no, I'm sticking with my idea that Mart has just a little bit of a death wish and wants to go out taking revenge against the Empire that killed his father.

Precious little rage bean. <3

Sabine reminding Ezra not to get in trouble with Hera for disobeying orders again.

It's okay Sabine, he's learned that lesson lol.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The sheer floof to Mart's hair. I can't believe how much volume it feels like has, just from the way it shifts around his head.

"I am all the family he has left." :((((

STILL SO MAD THAT WE NEVER GOT MART'S REACTION TO SATO'S SACRIFICE AT THE BATTLE OF ATOLLON.

Right, continuing with the Mart-is-literally-Ezra-from-a-couple-seasons-prior parallels, Mart's disbelief and delight at the Ghost coming back for him.

And Konstantine makes a really stupid decision in the effort to... idk, give himself more glory? He literally has enough ships and firepower to blow both freighters to bits and he insists on this showy mine trap move.

This is why Thrawn sent you by yourself, pal, he wanted to see if you'd croak.

Lol the Ghost took a potshot at the light cruiser as it was passing.

Chopper continuing in the grand habit of bullying other droids.

Ahhhhhhh Sato came! He was too far away to be able to get there on time and he came anyway!

HIS FACE.

Yeah uh, Konstantine? You should have known the mine plan would never have worked as soon as you lost signal contact with it. Also it's really stupid to let them get the ship that close to your cruiser before you try to detonate it.

Mart's little "...Oh." expression. <3 A+ running gag payoff, no complaints.

HNNNNNGGHHHHH YOU CAN'T JUST IMPLY THAT THRAWN AND SATO HAVE SOME KIND OF CONNECTION AND THEN NOT FOLLOW UP ON THAT. At least let us get some Sato backstory out of it, c'mon.

Thrawn calling Konstantine just to rub the embarrassment in.

THIS IS WHY HE DISOBEYED YOUR ORDERS AT ATOLLON DUDE. MAYBE NEXT TIME DON'T HUMILIATE YOUR UNDERLINGS BY DELIBERATELY SENDING THEM INTO SITUATIONS YOU KNOW THEY'LL BUNGLE.

Aw frick.

Don't think about the Kanan-Ezra parallels, don't think about the Kanan-Ezra parallels, don't think about the Kanan-Ezra parallels--

They're adorable.

And we couldn't let the episode close without getting one last gag in by way of Chopper rolling up to R3 and smacking him for no damn reason lololol.

I unironically love this episode and these kids. <3 Fandom was way too mean about this episode, why do y'all hate fun?

There are a few things introduced in this episode that really should have been picked back up and followed through on and yeah, a couple moments are a smidge cringe. But the humor is overall solid and sue me Mart Mattin is precious and I love the depth his existence adds to Sato. AND I WANTED SO MUCH MORE I DON'T CARE THAT I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO LOVES THEM I NEEDED MORE IRON SQUADRON.

*ahem* I'm normal about this episode. Soooo normal.

[stealingpotatoes]

I feel like sw as a whole puts a decent amount of effort into making sure charecters are out of the picture for major events (Ahsoka being presumed dead during tot, Ezra vanishing into wild space, all of rouge one, etc) it mostly happens with force users for obous reasons but...

Idk I feel like they don't nessacarally need to do that? Like there's an easy answer to "if x was alive why didn't they show up during y event" and it's "they were busy" they don't need to be dead or presumed dead to be otherwise preoccupied. We didn't even see all that much of the rebelion in tot (at least as far as named characters go) and there was other stuff to do even with the death star.

"Where were all thease people during tot why didn't they help?"

Maybe they were doing other stuff off screen, or running other mishions? I really don't get why this question is such a big deal?

this is a lowkey insane take i love it, like "why weren't you helping destroy the planet-killer?" "oh you know, my hamster needed a haircut"

[pedroshotwifey]

One Condition

This is actually a requested fic from the lovely @survivingandenduring! You can view the request here if you'd like!

Pairing: Marcus Pike x fem!reader x Ezra (Prospect)

Word count: 4.9k

Tags/warnings: unprotected piv sex, sex pollen trope, dubcon, unprotected anal sex, double penetration, oral sex, cum eating, so much cum like its kinda scary, Ezra being a nasty little freak, anal fingering, pain kink, big fat juicy plot twist, this is absolutely nasty shit, stuff I'm probably forgetting, I'm actually not sorry at all for this

Summary: You and your partner, Marcus Pike, get stranded on an inhabited planet and run into problem after problem. You find yourselves in a compromising position that requires help from a strange man, who comes to you with one condition.

A/N: Uhhh. don't look at me 🫣

*****

“Um, Marcus?” 

You look at your partner, who has the same worried expression on his face as you. 

“Yup.” 

It’s not a question. You’re both thinking the same thing; you’re in the wrong place. 

It looks similar to the planet you were supposed to be landing on, but most of the scenery here is a lush green instead of the blue hues you’d been expecting. It’d looked the exact same from above the atmosphere, but there is a clear difference now that you’re on the surface. 

Marcus mutters a curse under his breath but begins the landing sequence anyway. That’s probably for the best; that way the two of you can figure out where you really were, and then where you actually need to be going. 

Dust comes up around your shuttle as you touch ground, the greenery around you rustling a bit as the jets power down. You get up from your seat when you feel the craft settle enough for the floor to be stable. 

Marcus follows, shutting everything down and then unbuckling himself from the pilot’s chair. You’re already on the other side of the small contraption, looking through the maps you have stored in the tiny compartment of the far wall. He comes up next to you and pulls up the planet encyclopedias, trying to find a description that matches the world you’ve landed in. 

You spend the next few minutes flipping through various books and maps until Marcus comes across a planet that matches. He hands the book over and points at the section. 

“Here,” he points. “It looks like we're on a sister planet to the one we’re supposed to be on.” 

You hum in agreement, reading the small passage provided next to the picture.

“Alright, well, let’s get her powered back up.” 

Your partner sighs, running a hand over his face. You furrow your brows. His face has paled a bit and he seems a bit reluctant to follow your request. 

“Is there a problem?” 

“Yeah, actually. We’re out of fuel,” he admits, trying and failing miserably to maintain eye contact. 

You gape at him. 

“Marcus! You were supposed to fill her up before we fucking left! It says here that there’s no civilization!” 

He nods along as you scold him, knowing it’s well deserved. 

“Yeah, I know. I forgot until we were halfway here, but I knew it would take just enough to get us on planet, and we could get more from there. It’s not like I knew that we would be landing on the wrong planet” He spews it out, not defensive exactly, but regretful. 

You groan and walk back to the front of the ship, checking the fuel gauge. 

“We’re running on fumes right now, I don’t know if it’s going to be enough to get us to the neighboring planet.” 

You look at him, trying to keep your anger from showing up because you know that it was genuinely an accident, and Marcus isn’t usually one to mess up like this. But of course when he does, you get stranded on an unknown planet.  

Rubbing your eyes, you walk in a circle around the floor, trying to think of a plan. You can feel Marcus’s guilty eyes following you until you come to a stop. 

“Okay,” you start. “The book said that this planet is typically only used for mining aurelac, right?” 

Marcus nods slowly, obviously confused as to where you’re going with this. 

“Well then there should be at least a few miners on planet in that case, right?” 

He nods again, furrowing his brows in thought. 

“So we should go out and try to find someone to borrow some fuel from?” he asks. 

“Yes. Either that or see if there’s someone who can hitch us a ride.” 

He sighs and puts his hands on his hips, his gaze downcast to the floor as he thinks through the options.

“Yeah, seems like our best bet,” he agrees after a minute. 

Within a few minutes, you both pack small bags and suit up to withstand the harsh environment of the planet. According to the book, the air is extremely thin and can sometimes hold toxic chemicals depending on other factors. You follow Marcus out of the craft and watch as he makes sure everything’s sealed correctly, before you both start walking into the woods. 

“Do you know where you’re going?” you ask after you’ve been walking for a while.” 

Marcus looks at you, his expression still holding hints of guilt. 

“Not exactly. I think most of the mines are located in the forest though, so we’ll just have to keep walking and hope we come across—” 

“Shit, Marcus!” 

You yell for him as he stumbles across a root and tumbles down into a pit. It’s not super deep, but just enough so that he could have seriously hurt himself with that fall. You carefully slide down the side of it to join him. 

“Are you okay?”

He looks up at you from where he’s planted on his back and groans a bit. He opens his mouth to reply and that’s when you see that his mask is on the ground next to him, crushed into several pieces. 

“Shit,” he croaks, already feeling the effects of the thin air. 

You crouch down beside him, feeling him up for any injuries. 

“Does anything hurt?” 

“Just my head. It’s fucking pounding.” 

You sigh. “Probably from lack of airflow.” 

“C’mon,” you grunt, threading your arms under his. “Let’s get you back and hope that you don’t die.” 

He glares at you but allows you to help him into a sitting position.

“Well, isn’t this unfortunate? Two little birds trapped in a cage.” 

You both jolt at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. You peer up to the top of the pit and find a man standing near the ledge, a blaster aimed directly at your head. He wears a shabby, brown suit with a bulbous helmet that would be almost funny looking if not for the imminent threat he poses. You slowly raise your hands and start to stand back up, a rush of fear creeping up your spine. 

“We’re not armed,” you start. “My friend’s mask just broke; we need help.” You try not to sound too panicked as you explain your situation to the stranger, praying to whoever may be listening that he’s not planning to shoot both of you.

“Don’t worry gem, I don’t want to kill you. I simply would like to assure myself that neither of you had plans of my own execution.” 

You furrow your brows at his choice of wording, his strange drawl only adding to your confusion. 

“I, uh. No.” What else can you really say to that?

You glance down at Marcus and see the same befuddled expression on his face. 

“I will warn you that your…friend”—he cocks a brow at you as he says it—”has chosen a rather unfortunate time to lose his filtration system. Assuming, of course,  you haven’t already discovered the effects of the tainted oxygen.” 

You shake your head as your mouth goes dry. 

“Is—is he going to be okay?” 

The stranger pauses for a moment as if in thought. He cocks his head and then looks back at you. 

“He should be as long as he receives the assistance he should require.” 

“What do you mean by that?” This comes from Marcus. 

The stranger frowns and lowers his gun, which he seems to have just remembered he was still holding up. 

“Are you not familiar with this planet’s cycles?” 

You both shake your heads.

The man sighs and kneels on the ledge extending a hand. You stare at it, neither of you making a move toward him. 

“Do you want to stay in this pit? I think it would be rather unsanitary to do so under your current circumstance.” 

You flash another glance at Marcus, who nods slightly toward you, encouraging you to take the other man’s hand. You step forward and place your palm in his, allowing him to pull you up, and then you kneel to help him hoist Marcus up as well. 

“I’m Ezra,” the man says once the three of you are standing. You introduce the two of you as well, figuring at this point that the stranger has to be at least mostly harmless. 

“Alright, well tell me, little bird; are you and Marcus of the romantic type?” 

You just stare at him, unsure of how to answer that, nor of why he would feel the need to ask in the first place. You can feel Marcus’s eyes on you as your cheeks begin to burn. 

“I–uh…” 

You let your eyes meet your partner’s, a silent conversation transpiring. You’ve engaged in some less than appropriate activities throughout your travels, but it’s always been strictly for stress release or simply a product of boredom. The last few months, it’s been more of an unspoken thing. 

The two of you care for each other and behave as most couples would, but you’ve never actually given each other the labels. You definitely never thought that the deciding conversation would be in the presence of a strange man who seems to be about to deliver some bad news. You’re about to answer when Marcus gives you a short nod, lifting the burden off of your shoulders. 

“Yeah, we are.” 

The man nods, though he’s clearly amused. You’re sure he can see what just happened and must have used context clues to figure the rest out out. 

“That’s fortunate for you. What’s circulating in the air currently is what could be described as an aphrodisiac. I’m sure you’re familiar with such?” 

You and Marcus exchange yet another glance. 

“Yes, we’ve heard of them,” you say. 

“Do you have a craft nearby?” Ezra asks, peering behind you as if he could spot one he missed before. 

You hesitate before answering. Even if he’s seemed to be helpful so far, can you really be sure it isn’t a trap? 

“We have a shuttle,” you decide on just to be on the safe side. “We’re out of fuel though. That’s why we're out here in the first place,” you add just in case the man has some extra laying around for some miraculous reason.

Just then, you near a heavy thud and a groan. You spin on your heel to find Marcus keeled over, his hands over his groin and his exposed skin covered in a layer of sweat more intense than what’s normal for this climate. You’re on your knees beside him within a second, your hands running over him until he flinches away as if you’d burned him. 

“Marcus! What’s happening?” You aim your question at Ezra, who’s still standing above the two of you with an almost pitying expression. 

“The effects are getting to him, little dove. I’m afraid you’re going to need to help him in a timely manner.” 

You think for a moment, knowing getting your partner all the way back to your shuttle is going to be a difficult task in the state that he’s in. 

“I have a camp not too far from our current location, I’m willing to offer up the space on one condition. And before you protest, we both know it’s not safe to engage in life saving activities out here in the open.” 

You stiffen at this. Of course there’s a catch; it’s not common to receive help from a random stranger without them expecting anything in return. You glance down to make sure his gun is still in its holster before narrowing your eyes at his face, not liking the way his smile has turned a bit wolfish. 

“What do you want? We don’t have any coin.” 

“Oh, no, gem. I don’t want your profits. I simply desire to join you and your handsome partner. It’s been a long time since I had something other than my own fist to keep me company.” 

“What?” you bark, slightly humiliated that he would suggest something like that, regardless of how handsome he may be. “No, I’m sleeping with a stranger in exchange for shelter!” 

“Now don’t get feisty, dove. I didn’t say it had to be you,” he says, watching Marcus with a newfound hunger. “Though it would probably be fortunate for your friend here that it was, assuming he is of the hetero kind.” 

“Don’t,” Marcus croaks, looking up at you the best he’s able to. 

You’re torn, knowing that Marcus needs help quick, but not wanting to give either of you up to this man. When it comes down to it though, you’re always going to choose what’s best for your partner. You look up at the man with disdain, knowing that you’re not going to have much of a choice here. 

“Fine. But not him.” 

Ezra’s smile broadens. 

“Very well, gem. Right this way.” 

He turns around and waits for you to get a near-delirious Marcus about halfway up so he’s propped by one of your shoulders. Noticing your struggle, Ezra comes to his other side and mirrors your position, one hand supporting around his waist. 

As you walk, Marcus’s temperature keeps rising and his groans get worse. Fortunately, the man wasn’t lying when he said he had a camp nearby; you only have to walk for about a minute before coming across it. 

He opens up the flap as you get closer, taking the zipper all the way down and helping you ease Marcus in. As you lay him down, you can see the bulge in his flight suit; almost twice what is normal. You hear Ezra zip the opening back up and then step in behind you. 

“F-fuck, I’m sorry, I can’t–” 

Marcus cuts himself off as he shakily pulls down the zipper on his suit, revealing his undershirt and boxers. His hand goes down the latter not a second later, a pornographic moan coming from him as his hand makes contact with his engorged cock. He starts stroking himself under the fabric, panting heavily, and it makes your mouth go dry despite the circumstances. 

“Shit, I-it’s not enough,” he grits out, pumping furiously. There are tears in his eyes as he looks at you, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

“Better help him quick, little bird,” Ezra quips from behind you, already removing his attire as well. You comply, though for which man you’re not sure. 

You strip quickly, the three of you tearing your own clothes off at the same time, each of you stark naked at the end. You feel so exposed between the two of them, especially with Ezra, who doesn’t help at all by giving a lewd whistle at the sight of your bare body. 

You give him a look so nasty that you’re surprised he doesn’t drop dead. He raises his hands in defense. 

“Woah, little bird, I meant it only as a praise.” 

You ignore him and turn to Marcus, who’s just now shoving his boxers off. You gasp when his dick springs up, heavy, red, throbbing, and leaking an obscene amount of precum. It’s swollen to a point that looks almost painful. 

You swallow your nerves and try your best to ignore Ezra as you instruct Marcus to lay down on the cot. He tugs you with him, feral to get to you at this point. You fall over him and he immediately starts sucking and licking all the skin he can get to, his hips thrusting up into nothing. 

You see Ezra move out of the corner of your eye, taking a seat in the single chair inside the small tent. You lift your head as much as you can to make sure he’s not going to try anything. 

“Carry on, gem. I’m a patient man; I can wait my turn.” 

If you’re being honest, he looks a little too smug.

Suddenly Marcus is flipping you over, shoving you down to the bed on your back, whispering something you can’t quite catch. He doesn’t wait another second before you feel his cock at your underprepared cunt, and your eyes barely have a chance to go wide before he’s forcing himself into you, groaning wildly as he tugs you down onto him. 

It’s only then that you realize he had been whispering “sorry”. 

You scream and your hands come up to reflexively try to get him off. There are tears as he keeps shoving himself in, stretching you to your limit. Through your blurry vision, you can see tears in his as well, more of shame than of pleasure by his sympathetic expression. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

“N-no,” you squeak even as your hands claw at his back from the discomfort. “It’s okay. Don’t stop. Even if I beg you to.”

You close your eyes and try not to focus on the uncomfortable feeling between your legs as Marcus begins to unrelentingly slam his hip into yours. You hear a sound coming from beside you, and turn to see Ezra pumping himself through your blurry vision. It’s a sight that really shouldn't turn you on as much as it does.

You moan despite yourself as the pain coming from your sore cunt turns into pleasure. You’re getting wetter and wetter as the seconds tick by, the glide of your partner’s cock becoming easier and more toe-curling. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he starts to punch that spot deep inside you. You’re getting hot fast, sweat building up in every crease and crevice as your pussy seems to get more hungry for what Marcus is feeding it. 

Each thrust sends you up the bed, but Marcus holds onto you so that you don’t go too far. He’s grunting like a feral animal, his body maneuvering every which way until he finds the position that provides him with the most momentum.  

“Ohh that feels so fucking good, baby,” he hisses through his teeth. “Gods, you always take me so f-fucking well.”

You’ve never heard him talk like this before—with this level of vulgarity. You whimper, making eye contact with Ezra as Marcus nails something even more delicious within you. His gaze is heavy and on your face rather than on your body, which surprises you as much as it flatters you. 

“Does she suck cock just as well?” Ezra’s deepened voice comes from the chair, his eyes still on you as he asks the question. 

Marcus looks down at you, albeit with heavy lids, for your consent. You nod, already fucked out beyond thinking clearly. 

“Better,” comes Marcus’s reply, his stare just as heavy as Ezra’s. “Why don’t you come see for yourself?” 

You moan at the thought of being taken from both ends, one of the domineering men on each side. This is going much better than anticipated, both your mind and body opening to the stranger despite your earlier protest. 

Ezra doesn’t have to be asked twice, already getting up to hover his thick cock over your face, slapping it gently against your lips. The cot is the perfect height for him to stick it into your mouth, though he waits. 

“You want this, gem?” 

You almost find it funny that he’s asking, considering he didn’t give you much of a choice earlier. You nod anyway, because you honestly do, your gaze is trained on it as your mouth waters. He threads one hand through your hair, pulling you into the right position, and then uses his tip to part your lips. 

He moans as he sinks in, his eyes fluttering shut as you immediately wrap your tongue around him. You find yourself groaning at his salty taste, savoring the weight of him as you start to pull him in. Your cunt throbs as he and Marcus both moan out at the same time, Marcus doubling over while Ezra bottoms out. 

Marcus brings one hand to your clit and begins rubbing up and down at a furious pace that would have made you scream if not for the other man’s cock in the way. Tears leak from your eyes as Ezra begins to pump in and out of you, his hips thrusting as he uses the hand in your hair to hold you where he wants. 

“Oh you feel devine, little gem,” he moans, his eyes still closed and his lips parted as he picks up the pace. You can feel him hitting deep inside your throat, making you resist the urge to choke. It’s overwhelming but in the best way. 

“Oh, fuck!” Marcus nearly shouts the curse as his hips stutter. “Come with me baby, come on,” he urges, moving his hand quicker. 

Your back arches up at the feeling, though you’re still pinned by both men. Suddenly, everything flashes white, your hearing going dull as your entire body convulses with the power of your orgasm. You have just enough brain capacity to think that this has got to be the highest level of pleasure attainable. 

It goes on forever, your pussy pulsing as you sob and moan around Ezra’s cock. You faintly hear Marcus’s own moans and feel his dick twitch and throb within you, coating your walls in his creamy white spend.

You don’t even realize you had closed your eyes until you open them again upon feeling your own drool dribbling down your cheeks to mix with your tears. Ezra coos down at you, wiping away the saliva though he doesn’t dare slow his pace. 

“M-messy little bird,” he laughs.

You glance back down at Marcus the best you can just to realize that he’s still hard as a fucking rock. He’s still riding out his own high, rocking slowly to prolong it as much as possible. His eyes flick back up to yours after a moment, and then to Ezra’s who watches him intently as he continues to defile your throat. 

The gurgling sounds coming from you should be downright disgusting, but they only add to the eroticness of what the three of you are doing right now. The tent seems to have filled with the thick scent and humidity of sex, making your head even more foggy than provided by your orgasm. 

Ezra’s not far after the two of you, grunting heavily and pulling on your hair to a painful level. He pulls out and strokes himself over your face, letting his cum splatter across your features right after you close your eyes. His thumb comes to your lips, making you open your mouth as he moans aloud. 

Some of his seed falls on your tongue, and you swallow it down as Ezra finishes the last few spurts. You open your eyes when you’re sure he’s done, panting and gasping despite your sore throat. 

It’s at the same time that the two men pull away from you, and you’re extremely confused until you see that they’re maintaining eye contact, seeming to have had a silent conversation while you’d been distracted. 

Suddenly, you’re being lifted by the both of them, your body being rearranged to their preference. You’re so fucking tired, but you do your best to comply with their actions. You’re being lifted onto Ezra’s lap when you finally understand their plan. 

His cock is only half-hard after his orgasm, but he begins rutting himself against you regardless as Marcus disappears from your line of sight. You half-collapse on Ezra, moaning as your clit gets stimulated thanks to his thrusts. 

“Second drawer, pretty boy,” he pants. You hear shuffling and then Marcus returning behind you before you get the chance to ask what he was doing. There’s a pop from behind you, and then a cold substance at your ass. 

You yelp at the unexpected feeling, only to be shushed by Ezra. 

“Hush now, gem. I’ve heard you have experience in this area.” 

He smirks at you as your cheeks heat. 

You moan suddenly as Marcus slips a finger past your tight ring of muscle, pumping a good few times before adding a second. He leans close and whispers praise into your ear, telling you how good you’re being for them, how well you’re taking it all. 

He works you up to three fingers before he pulls his hand from you and helps lift you up, propping you up enough for Ezra to notch his tip at your thoroughly soaked cunt. You help the slow descent down his shaft, your lips parting and eyes pinching shut at the sensation. 

Ezra chokes on a groan, squeezing both of your ass cheeks as you bottom out. 

“Fuck, little birdy, your heavenly cunt should be reserved for those of immortal status.” 

You don’t even have the energy to cringe at his wording, instead savoring the way he fills you so nicely, not as long as Marcus, but a good bit thicker. The coarse hairs above his cock rub against your oversensitive clit nicely, making you want to rut against him. Just then, you feel Marcus settle in behind you again, dragging you partially onto his lap so you’re over his cock. 

“Ready, sweetheart?” He asks, clearly having regained some of his gentlemanly status after quelling his lust a bit. You whimper and nod at him, and he starts to push inside of you. 

“Oh, Gods,” you moan, wrapping your arms around Ezra’s back and digging your nails in for stability. He hisses and increases his grip on your ass, keeping you spread for Marcus as his hips come flush against you. 

You’re already so full it’s dizzying, so when the two men start to move, you think you may come on the spot. Ezra goes first, pulling out a bit and then sinking back in, which is when Marcus makes his move, repeating the other man’s actions. Your knees are planted on the cot, giving you the opportunity to move with them. 

The three of you are panting, moaning messes, hot breaths fanning across each other’s skin as you nuzzle together. The pace starts out slow, but quickly picks up, increasing your combined noises. Both of the men start to grab at you, moving their hands and groping anything and everything they’re able to. 

You can feel their cocks rubbing against your middle wall, creating an intoxicating feeling that you know you’ll miss when this is over. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, being so full you can feel them in your stomach. 

Small whimpers begin to spill from your mouth, but are quickly caught by Ezra, who captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, his spend from earlier mixed between your tongues. It’s difficult to keep it up with how much you’re being jostled, so he gives up after a moment and instead opts to lick his cum off of your sweaty cheek. You’re pleasantly surprised when you feel Marcus’s hand come up to grasp at your chin, tilting your face so that he’s able to do the same on the opposite side. 

The two of you clean your face with their tongues as they thrust into you at a punishing pace, somehow hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. You let out a raspy groan, your hands scrambling over both of their bodies for purchase. 

A heat is beginning to build once again in your abdomen, pleasure licking up your spine. It only takes a few more alternating thrusts before you’re coming around their cocks with a scream. You tighten around both of their throbbing cocks, getting them closer to their own ends. 

Marcus comes first once again, still slightly affected by the drug from earlier. He bites onto your shoulder as he busts inside of you, slamming his hips up and locking in place, his hands coming up to squeeze your tits as his balls empty into your ass. 

Ezra follows right after, seemingly liking Marcus’s idea of a gag, and biting into your other shoulder. You scream again at the pressure of both men’s teeth, your arms raising so you can grasp both of their hair, holding them close. 

Your orgasm lingers for as long as theirs do, the three of you coming completely down at the same time. You stay in a sweaty heap for a long time, just trying to catch your breath and make sense of what’s real and what’s not. 

You all fall apart after a few minutes, exhaustion officially taking over you. You can feel both of the men’s cum leaking from your holes as they pull out and help you lay comfortable on the cot. They get situated next to you, and you’re all out like lights within the next minute. 

The next morning, Ezra’s waiting for the two of you with a portable can of fuel and an extra mask. Your departure is swift and unawkward, Ezra walking with the two of you back to your ship like you’ve known each other for years. It takes a bit longer than it should due to your body being practically fucking wrecked from last night, but both of the men help you get along. 

When you reach your craft, you all say your goodbyes, knowing this will more than likely be the last time you’ll come across this strange man. To be frank, you’re still a bit confused about what exactly transpired last night, but you choose to ignore it. Your head is pounding with what feels like the worst hangover you’ve ever had, and you’re just eager to get off of this nightmare planet. 

Ezra watches you fuel up your craft and then take off, smiling and honestly quite satisfied with himself. Neither of you even figured it out that he was the one who planted the trap and laced the dirt pit with the drug, nor that he may have let a bit more slip inside his tent.

***** I mean really, do we really expect anything less from Ezra?

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[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 02/25/2024

Nerdie! You saw it right! He won! *hugs tightly*

Yes he did! 🥰 We're all so happy for him! Finally!

We're also buzzing about how he looks like he's on the cover of a romance novel. Maybe on a ranch, maybe in the 1800's. It's a pretty versatile look. He likes his deep V's....

As we all should. Also, I'm taking notes on that. *scribbles*

Anything new besides, well clearly pirate adventures?

Pirates have scurvy and Pedro is well nourished so none of that. Other ideas for his characters. Ezra and Pero might have scurvy though. I did manage to write some this week. It's been busy. 👀 Ugh...real life stuff. Nothing major. Just needs to be done.

Nerdie's fics:

Guiding Light (Ezra one shot - I was chatting with @lady-bess and had the idea for this. I always have Ezra in some crime. 😎)

Lunch is happening right? (Part two of my summer romance Javi G fic. Not sure how many parts.)

He told me his name (Din Djarin x plus size female reader) I wrote it after reading a new Din fic by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (will be listed below. I'd still call it moody because despite writing, I still have trouble with my vocabulary. 🤣 It is pretty though. I'm working on a follow-up since people asked 👀)

Can't win carino (Javi G one shot - for @i-own-loki because she gave me the idea and the moodboard so I ran with it.)

The Man Next Door (Jake Lockley one shot for @megamindsecretlair because she kinda asked, more like I asked her what she wanted in it. She asked for action and smut. I might try more action in fics later.)

Get a room you two and BONE (Part two of my Tim Rockford comedy series which now has romance? I binged too much B99, watched a bit of Castle and a few episodes of Kojak with my mom. The insanity will only increase with part three but maybe there might be some growth between Tim and Doc? Or a hippo.)

Nerdie I thought you said you were busy....that's six fics...

I was and some of them I had been working on for a while. I also had some insomnia (that lead to parts two and three of the Tim Rockford fic). Anyway, on to the main event! 😘

Nerdie's fic recommendations! or things I read this week. 😄

14 x kisses by @trulybetty (Jack Daniels x reader) Part of her 29 days of valentines for February.

Sorgan Girls Are Easy - Solo Din Djarin by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (the fic that inspired my Din - her Din has 100% more smut)

Half of you - chapter 3 by @foxilayde (Santiago Garcia x fem. reader) Slow burn series - love it and trying to read it slowly to savor it.

Falling for you by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Javi Pena x fem reader) A bittersweet read that had me wonder what was next but I was hopeful.

Sunday Naps by @javierpena-inatacvest (Frankie Morales x fem reader) More proof that cuddling with Frankie leads to wonderful things.

Poe Dameron falling in love with his shy best friend (GN reader) by @i-belong-to-the-stars What one hopes for if you're shy and you're in love with those curls...er Poe. 🫣

Mystery Strain by @rebel-held (Dieter Bravo x GN reader) All kinks are valid and who doesn't love Dieter with a belly? 😘

Bulletproof by @laurfilijames (Jax Teller x fem reader) She wrote poetic porn with feelings. I was overcome, titllated and confused.

A girl walks into a bookshop by @oonajaeadira (Ezra x fem reader) Soft Ezra with a bookshop, yes please! 😄

Beneath the mask by @saradika (Din Djarin x fem reader) A medieval knight Din...so where does one pick up the velvet dress?

Loneliness by @sirowsky (Pero Tovar x GN reader) Pondering Pero in your local Park? Highly recommended for Valentine's Day.

15 x cashmere by @trulybetty (Joel Miller x GN reader) What thread count was it that encouraged Joel to hop in bed in such a state? For my personal file. 👀

He sees you by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x reader) This writer will tell you she just loves words. I would argue that the words love her in a unique way that makes you see the things. 💜

16 x dance by @trulybetty (Tim Rockford x reader) I pictured him dancing with the reader in his trench coat. @secretelephanttattoo (El) is to the holsters as I am to the trench coat. 🤣 In my mind.

Quiet Moments Collection by @secretelephanttattoo (various Pedro characters x reader) It’s the small instances that you think don’t matter, that are the most meaningful.

Plus One by @always-andromeda (Frankie Morales x fem reader) Always a fan of two idiots in love, even with their spat.

A Strange Fate by @youandmeand5bucks (Silva x fem reader) Two people who came together because of life circumtances. Are they really satisfied?

A Beskar Valentine by @firstofficerwiggles (Din Djarin x female reader) Awesome username, it makes me giggle. Din will be ten steps ahead and still fifteen behind when it comes to matters of the heart. My guy is an overthinking champion.

Seven by @lokischocolatefountain (Javier Pena x reader) A simple discussion about children leads Javier to a drastic solution.

To be Explored Later by @legendary-pink-dot (Frankie Morales x fem reader x Santiago Garcia) aka Ms. Curls if ya nasty! 😘 Somehow I missed the gem of a sandwich. How the reader was able to think about anything is beyond me.

Red Light Glow by @missredherring (Lucian Flores x fem reader) This man has me and @rhoorl keeping track of his silk shirt and gold chain. We would accept his call. The guilt would go away too quickly if we felt it at all. 😌

Incarnadine by @iamskyereads (Pero Tovar x fem reader) This Pero has me swoon with his care toward the reader, his love of baths (I just want him to soak and relax - he's been earning coin!), and his word choice. This is another person that words appear to favor. 💜

Not like I fangirled over these writers this week or anything 👀

What on the docket for this week Nerdie?

Part three of the Javi G summer romance

Maybe...Roc & Doc part three I don't like sitting on finished parts but then I whine about having no motivation for the next part. 👀 I make no sense.

March is toward the end of the week so my March Spring Prompts will start! I scheduled the first six days I think. I got anxious about getting behind (which isn't the point of doing them but anxiety doesn't care) and did some in advance. I like how they're coming along and that they're short. Unlike this update. 🤣 They won't have summaries, but will have warnings, tags and notes.

And because I hear series and I think "I should start another one!" I decided to write an Ezra series. How did I happen upon our favorites prospector/scoundrel/reluctant father figure? I've been reading works by @morallyinept @maggiemayhemnj and @magpiepills

Ezra intimidated me because of his language, but actually, I think I'd get along with him because he puts on a persona with a great deal of performance. It's the audience's job to figure out if you're serious or not. Or at least that's how I approached him. 🤨 This could go badly. I stuck him on the bayou with an air boat and I want him to cook gumbo. *full delusional achievement unlocked*

Special shout-outs to @connectioneverywhere and @soft-girl-musings for sending me lovely asks this week.

Also to @inept-the-magnificent who called Tim Rockford her sidepiece and I am still very tickled. 🤣

This update was long 🤗 Hehe

Love Nerdie ❤️

[daughterofthequeen]

Contribution

Pairings: Ezra Bridger x gn!reader

Requested by: @theriseofshin

A/N: I added a little more to the story I hope that's ok. And omg look at the gif I found, Eman is so Ezra coded. THE SHOULDER BOUNCE WHEN THEY SMILE. Ok so this based on season 3 episode 11 of Rebels and also somewhere in between S3 E11 and S3 E13. The idea just popped up in my head, we'll see how it goes. Reader is force sensitive. This is also unedited btw.

Summary: When you, Sabine, and Kanan followed Maul and Ezra to Dathomir, the witches somehow took away your powers. Which should've been impossible, but ever since that incident you've felt like you brought nothing to the team. You felt like you were in the way. Seeing this Ezra quickly took these thoughts from your mind reminding you of who you are.

Translation: kokipa- fear

You were laying on your bed enjoying having the room to yourself for once. I mean don't get me wrong, you and Sabine get along really well as roommates as well as sisters can be anyway, but lately in your spare time you'd ather be alone. After what happened on Dathomir, you rather not be around anyone.

EDIT: I accidentally deleted this when I was trying to make a correction. You guys don’t know how stressed I was.

And HUGE shout to @nubimera for reblogging this story because not only were you the first reblog of this fic but you are the reason I was able to get pictures of my fic so I wouldn’t have to rewrite it. THANK YOU SO MUCH YOURE SO AMAZING🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰and a big thanks to everyone who like my fic in the short amount of time of me posting before I accidentally deleted it🤦‍♀️🫣🤦‍♀️

Few weeks ago on Dathomir

After Ezra threw you out of the cave the spirit left your body, giving you back control of your limbs.

"Why is it every time we work with Maul, weird force stuff happens and I'm always hurt trying to save you?" You said with a small smile while trying to rub away your migraine.

"Wait you're hurt? Where?" Ezra responded reaching towards you looking for any injuries.

“I'm hurt mentally, these experiences take a toll on a person you know." You smirked and Ezra rolled his eyes at your teasing.

"I thought you were injured."

"I do have a heck of a headache if that makes you feel any better." You said as you stood up.

"No, you stay here. I'm going to go get Sabine and Kanan."

"Then I want to help."

"They'll just posses you again."

"And what about you?"

"I have a plan."

"Great, then I can help with that. I'll take Sabine and you can take Kanan." You said walking back into the cave.

Ezra sighed at your stubbornness and followed you in.

"You know you're pretty stubborn." Ezra says.

"I've been told that before."

Sensing something behind you, you quickly ignited your light saber and blocked the one aimed at you. You called out and told Ezra to go help Kanan before focusing back on your best friend.

"Sabine if you can hear me, I'm sorry." You said as you broke the hold of the lightsabers and kicked Sabine in her stomach sending her backwards. Seeing her getting up you pressed on slowly but surely backing Sabine towards the entrance of the cave before a force knocked you over. You opened your eyes to see the spirit that came after you the first time. You quickly dodged it and turned back around towards Sabine and when you did you felt a pair of fingers on your forehead and you hear one word before blacking out.

"Kokipa."

The Next Day

The next thing you knew you were waking up in your bed with Ezra sitting next to you, and it didn't take long to realize the damage that had been done. Once you had woken up completely everything felt quiet. You couldn't feel anything around you. You went to Kanan to ask him about it and he said it could just be fatigue, but you didn't believe it. You have been way more exhausted before and it never affected your powers. It wasn't until a few days later during a mission briefing when you realized your powers were gone. Hera was explaining the mission when you seen one of the cute hermit crab things that were all around chopper base. It was sitting next to your hand on the edge of the holo-table. Smiling softly you reached out to it with the force, well you tried anyway. It was something you would do all the time, but this time you couldn't feel its emotions or its presence. Trying not to panic you looked around trying to connect with any living thing you had seen, but felt nothing. Now it was time to panic. You looked towards Ezra and Kanan. Ezra must've felt your worry and unease because he looked up directly at you seeing your panicked eyes. A few seconds of the two of you staring at each other, he gave you a confused look. That's when you realized he was trying to talk to you through the force link only the two of you shared.

When the two of you met you both instantly created a bond that grew stronger every day. About a month into your friendship you both realized you could use the force to connect your minds and talk to each other telepathically. Kanan explained that it was because of the bond you two share and that it was a rare occurrence and could be dangerous if the two of you weren't careful with your emotions. Over time you both mastered the skill, only this time you couldn't hear Ezra thoughts at all or even feel him through the force. That's when you started to panic. You didn't even hear Hera when she asked if you were ok, or notice Kanan quickly moving to your side while Ezra made his way to the other. All you could hear was your body trying to catch its breath. You couldn't breath, and you could barely hear Ezra trying to walk you through slowing your breathing, but you couldn't. Every thing sounded like it was under water.

Kanan and Ezra walked you to the common room of the Ghost as the others followed, watching worriedly as Ezra was slowly able to calm you down.

"So, you gonna tell us what's going on?" Kanan said.

"Somethings wrong with me." You replied.

"What do you mean?"

"I think I've lost my powers."

Everyone was silent at first, a Jedi losing their connection to the force was so rare it was basically unheard of during the times of old. The only way for a force user to lose their powers was if they stopped using it completely.

"(Y/n), that's not possible."

"Then tell me what it is Kanan! It's not exhaustion, it's something else! It's like everything has gone quiet, if I wasn't looking at all of you right now, I wouldn't even know you were here! Tell me what to do Kanan.”

"I-I haven't seen anything like this before (Y/n). I'm not sure there is anything we can do. Let me think on it, we'll figure it out I promise." You could hear the sadness in Kanan's voice which only worries you more. You said nothing else as you stood up went to your room. You were anxious, angry, sad, and scared.

"What would my contribution to the team be now?" You asked yourself before the sound of the door opening caught your attention. It was Ezra.

"Hey." He said softly.

"Hey."

"How you doin'?" Ezra asked as he sat next to you on your bunk.

"How do you think I'm doing?" The pause that followed was uncomfortable and the guilt you felt caused you to sigh.

"I'm sorry, Ezra. I'm just- I don't know why I’m going to do.”

"Don't worry, we'll figure this out, (N/ n)."

"It's not just that."

"Then what is it?"

"How am I supposed to help the team?"

"What?"

"Without the force, I'm useless to the team."

"That's not true! You are more than just your powers (N/n)."

"Am I? I'm not skilled in mechanics like Sabine, I'm not as good a shot as Zeb, and I definitely don't even come close to flying as good a Hera. You and Kanan, even you guys come up with really good plans when needed. I can't do any of that stuff. I knew how to fight, but now that my powers are gone how am I supposed to do that well." You said looking away from Ezra.

"Woah, woah, woah, let me stop you right there. You are a vital part of this team, this family. And just because you think you don't contribute anything other than your lightsaber doesn't make it true. I can't tell you how many messes you've gotten us out of with your quick thinking, how many problems your creative mind help fix for everybody on this ship, constantly. And you're a fierce warrior with and without your saber."

"Ezra." You sighed.

"You are needed here, and I won't let you think otherwise. And I will repeat myself everyday until you believe it, if I have to." Ezra finished as he softly cups your cheek and turn your head back towards him to look you in the eyes.

"Thanks, Ezra. But-"

"No buts." He said leaning forward pressing a soft kiss on your cheek, then another on your lips. "Now, let's forgive this out. Start from the beginning." And you did. You told him about everything that happened yesterday, and retracing your steps helped you realize the reason your powers are gone. You were still anxious and afraid, but with Ezra there you knew everything was going to turn out fine.

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A/N: Finally finished I hope this isn't to cringe or anything. And hopefully this fulfilled your request. Thank you so much for sending in your request, and giving me a chance to bring your idea to life. I will now be heading to bed. Good night, guys.

Edit: But I did discover something from this mistake if you have a iPad and an iPhone you can copy something from said iPad and all you have to do is click ast on your iPhone and it’ll paste whatever it was from your iPad to your phone. I’m late Ik BUT it was such a life saver because I promise if I had to rewrite this whole fic out again without a reference (not that I didn’t enjoy writing it the first time) this fic was going to be my 13th reason. Hope you guys enjoy, toodles👋.

[thought-42]

Flipped the switch and set the ship across the sea

Star Wars, 2900 words, Luke Skywalker, Ezra Bridger

In which Luke talks to a stranger on the internet and Ezra has an existential crisis.

Notes: Takes place before this, and after the as-yet-unpublished au wherein Thrawn and Ezra head back to the Ascendancy instead of languishing in side-character purgatory for 13 years, and Ezra and Che’ri start training pseudo-Jedi in a program supervised by Thrawn and Wutroow and intensely side eyed by everyone else (including Eli and Ar’alani).

*

The message arrives on Luke’s extremely secure, ‘first member of the new Jedi order, twin brother to a sitting senator and princess, hero of the Rebellion’ datapad at that exact hour of the morning between too late to fall back asleep and too early to get up. The sender is just blanked out, which he’s never seen before. It’s probably an advertisement, at best. More likely a slicer trying to get access to his personal information. He may have grown up on a farm but he also grew up on one of the biggest hubs for criminal activity and slavery and smuggling, he knows better than to let anything onto his datapad that he doesn’t trust implicitly.

He should delete it. This shouldn’t even be a question.

He opens it, obviously.

The message is short, and unsigned.

‘so i hear youre rebuilding the jedi.’

He shouldn’t respond. It’s not even technically a question, and the lack of any context is concerning. It could very easily be interpreted as a threat. It certainly wouldn’t be the first one he’s received.

He answers it, obviously.

‘I sure am. May I ask why you’re interested?’

*

It takes a good three months of cautious messages before Laezra –human in the Chiss Ascendancy, which is apparently an entire place and society that exists; Force sensitive; charming; obsessed with sending pictures of his tooka– agrees to an audio call. Luke has never heard anyone speak Cheunh, but he’s still expecting an accent. He’s expecting someone who sounds way older than him. He’s wrong on both accounts.

“I feel like I should say it’s nice to meet you, but that’s kind of dumb,” Laezra says, static crackling behind his words.

Luke laughs, hopes it doesn’t sound as nervous as he feels. “Hi! Yeah. I’m Luke Skywalker.”

“I know,” Laezra says, probably not intending to come across ominous. “Actually, I wanted to ask: any relation–”

“Yes,” says Luke, trying to project ‘I don’t wanna talk about it’– but not in a mean way. Apparently even the Chiss know about his dad. Cool. Good. Great.

“Huh. Neat.”

“...that’s a word,” Luke says.

*

“So maybe a weird question,” Luke says, as soon as Laezra answers the call.

“Good start, good start. Do I need more caffeine for this? I might be actively bleeding, incidentally, but it’s fine.”

Luke feels confident enough in his understanding of Laezra as a person that this isn’t actually concerning. “You’ve mentioned that you’re human. And General Sindulla– she’s my brother-in-law’s arch-nemesis– used to talk about someone she knew a long time ago.”

“Oh boy,” says Laezra.

“Is that a yes?”

“It is if you promise not to mention my existence to anybody.”

“She misses you a lot,” he says, because it seems kinder than ‘she’s mourned you and your assumed death is, as far as I can tell, one of her biggest regrets’.

“Yeeeaaaaahhhh,” Laezra’s tone is remarkably similar to Ben’s when he doesn’t want to admit to stealing Luke’s fancy chocolates. “I’m going to reach out to her and everybody. I just… there’s some uncomfortable political stuff. And a lot of emotional avoidance. Acknowledging it is the first step, right?”

“Even if I could let her know you’re alive,” Luke says tentatively.

“Please don’t.”

Luke presses his lips together. “That’s crewel,” he says, finally, and doesn’t let himself feel guilty about it.

“It’s complicated,” Laezra retorts.

“Fear leads to the Dark Side,” Luke says. “She’s not going to be angry at you for surviving.”

“But she might be angry with me for… everything else.”

“And? You’re so far away. It isn’t like she could say anything to you about it. The only difference is she’d know you’re ok. Alive.”

Laezra changes the subject, clumsy and pointed, but later that afternoon Luke gets a message that reads ‘shell expect that im coming home but i dont know where home is and thats terrifying’.

Probably Luke should’ve realised that was the issue. Logically, if Laezra is the missing Jedi he’s heard about, it would stand to reason that his friends would want him to come back. If he was part of the Rebellion, he should be part of the new Republic– at least that seems to be the default assumption. But Laezra is already quite definitively part of something else.

It makes sense if you lay it out like that. Luke just would never have thought to do so. Laezra is the voice on the other end of his communicator, the void where he can send all of his middle-of-the-night existential crisis messages that are far too embarrassing to tell the people in his real life. His Chiss mirror– same birthday, same age, same lack of a living master, same jedi aspirations. His written Basic sucks because Luke is the only person he uses it with. He can never tell Luke where he is, or details about most of the people in his stories. He references drinks and plants and models of ships and traditions Luke’s never heard of.

Luke would love to meet him in person, would love to be able to show him the Jedi texts he’s found, or have him demonstrate a lightsaber form for his students, or take him flying in his X-Wing. But he thinks of doing all of these things like you would with a guest, like when he first met Biggs at school and invited him back to the farm. Like Leia should have been able to show him around the palace on Alderaan. A place where you are always welcome but that is not your home.

So yeah, he can see why Laezra might feel a little conflicted about talking to General Sindulla. It still doesn’t mean he shouldn’t do it, though. Luke tries to imagine letting Aunt Beru think he was dead for years on end and simply can’t.

He’s pretty sure General Sindulla has a kid. Ok, that’s a lie, he knows all about Jacen Sindulla through not at all creepy channels, and he totally respects his mom’s choice not to send him off to Luke’s scrabbled together attempt at a Jedi school. Not like Force sensitive younglings are pretty kriffing thin on the ground or anything. Not like Jacen’s dad wasn’t a jedi until the very end. It’s totally fine.

Anyway, Jacen would basically be Laezra’s brother, or cousin, and Luke can say from experience that not knowing about family members is really unpleasant for anybody involved.

***

Laezra lands at the public spaceport on Naporar so late it’s almost early. He’s coming back from his bi-monthly trip to poke things with his brain and the Force on Sposia. He takes public transit the six blocks to his apartment because the snow is coming down in giant wet flakes and when he steps outside the wind hits him so hard it knocks his breath out of his lungs.

His apartment is dark and cold – he left the kitten with his neighbour, and Za’lea is with Sacher and Thrawn on the Stringhawk hopefully not learning to commit war crimes. Personally he thinks she’s old enough to stay on her own, but he’s been reliably informed that his standards for childhood independence are deeply flawed. Even the timer on the UV light he set up over his sad little herb boxes has failed (again), so the only light in the entire apartment when he steps in the door is the notification light on his questis informing him of all his missed messages.

He dumps his boots and jacket and backpack all on the front mat to dry off, and takes his questis with him into the fresher so he can start running a hot bath while he checks his messages. There’s three from Tro’owmis, who still hates that he’s not allowed to take his questis with him when he goes to sposia and sends him urgent questions or orders every time he’s out of communication just to make a point.

The rest of the messages are from Luke. They’ve got attachments, and he makes the mistake of assuming they’re going to be pictures of whatever jedi artefact he’s dug up this week. So he’s utterly unprepared to see a kid with Hera’s bone structure and Kanan’s eyes staring up at him from the screen.

He does not drop the questis into the bathtub, because he’s a Jedi Navigator in the CEDF and a full-ass adult who doesn’t over-react to objectively mundane pictures. He does sit down right there on the floor very fast, and then gets up to go check the cupboards for alcohol he doesn’t have.

That’s a real kid. A whole person. Hera and Kanan’s person. He looks at least twice the age of luke’s nephew. Maybe a couple years younger than Za’lea. In one of the pictures he’s standing beside Chopper, smirking that little self-satisfied grin Kanan always got when he was pleased with himself. In another he’s all dressed up in a little suit, standing with a group of other kids in a formal looking office, face very serious. In another he’s sitting at the controls of a ship, holding a popsicle between his teeth as he pilots. It takes Laezra’s breath away more effectively than any blizzard.

‘His name is Jacen,’ Luke’s accompanying message reads.

Laezra’s got a pretty good idea what Luke’s intentions are, sending him these pictures. Getting in contact with any of the Spectors –or anyone from the Rebellion, really– had been basically impossible for the first four years post-Purrgil, two years just him and Thrawn alone on the world where they’d crashed with barely any functioning technology, then another two years working their way back to the Ascendancy. By the time he’d been somewhere secure enough to send a message, none of his codes worked anymore, and anything but the most basic of text communication was pretty much impossible to send over such distances. He’d have had better luck hiring somebody to take a hand written letter. And the longer he went without being able to reach out, the more terrifying the prospect felt. Word of the Empire’s fall had made it to the Ascendancy a couple of years after he and Thrawn had, and he’d actively tried to reach out again, but his messages bounced back, undelivered, or simply vanished into the void of the Chaos or some shaky holo-relay in the middle of nowhere. It hadn’t been until his Patriarch had contacted him personally to tell him about the rumours of a fledgling Jedi order –and provided the technology to contact the guy supposedly in charge of it– that the very real option to contact his family had been back on the table.

Ten years is a long time.

He has this idea, this nightmare scenario, where he calls Hera or Sabin and they don’t recognize him. He was a kid the last time he saw them. Some days he feels like a completely different person. Worse is the idea that he’ll contact them and they won’t care. He knows that’s wrong. He does. He knows they will care, the same way he would in their place, the same way he does. But knowing doesn’t stop his brain from catastrophizing.

And then there’s what he told Luke. What if they want him to come back to lesser Space? What if he goes? What if he goes and it’s perfect and he realises the life he’s built over the past decade has been so much less than he could have had? What if he goes and he hates it and it’s an obligation and he winds up missing his life and resenting all the people who got him through his midaged years in one piece? What if he goes and they treat him like that same midager, frozen in amber in their minds? What if nobody takes him seriously because he knows the wrong languages and the wrong tax system and the wrong history and pop culture and military structure? Or maybe worse, what if they treat him like a stranger? What if he looks at them and sees strangers where he should see family?

His questis buzzes, and he’s so primed for it to be Luke that he answers without even looking.

“Your student says you’re panicking,” Sacher announces from the screen. “Do I need to steal a shuttle and come rescue you from your own mind again? Or prison, I’ll also rescue you from prison.”

Laezra gasps out a startled laugh, leaning back against the edge of the full bathtub and exhaling roughly, even as he reaches out down the training bond, sending reassurance and apology at Za’lea.

“Literal existential crisis, nothing to worry about,” he says, all over-bright mania. “Also, one of us is likely to wind up in prison here and it’s not me.”

“Did the UAG find something upsetting?” she asks.

He presses his face into his hands. “You know I couldn’t tell you that even if they did. But no, it’s not anything like that.”

She’s quiet, waiting him out. He presses his knuckles into his eyes, breathes deep and steady until he feels less like he’s starting to float away.

“I’m imagining all the things that could go badly if I contacted Hera and sabin,” he says evenly.

She makes a soft noise of understanding. This isn’t the first time she’s talked him through anxiety about this particular subject, it’s just the first time where the possibility is so immediate and real.

“You know what I’m going to say,” she says. “Family and home are not the same things.”

She doesn’t remember her birth family, of course, and she’s never made any attempt to find them. But she’s already told him that even if she did find them it wouldn’t change who she is now. The analogy is about as subtle as a brick, but he feels like he always needs to hear it. He remembers telling Hera “nothing is more important than family”, the first time they’d all met her father. He and Kanan would have made terrible traditional Jedi. Lesser Space jedi. Frost, are he and Luke going to have to come up with a new name for Luke’s new Jedi to differentiate them from the Jedi Navigators?

Which means talking to Luke. Which means thinking about Jacen.

“I really do just need to call them, huh,” he says, slumping.

“If you were able to do so, hypothetically,” she says, pointedly, “yeah. You do.”

He nods. “Ok. Ok. I’m just gonna do it. I’m gonna call hypothetical Luke and get Hera’s hypothetical comm code and make a hypothetical call and hope it isn’t midnight wherever she is.”

She inclines her head. “Ok.” And then, “you know if you wanted to go back to visit, I’d go with you. I mean, we all would, but I don’t think they’d let us take the kids into Lesser Space, and Thrawn would definitely get murdered, and Tro’owmis would probably offend someone, but. I’d go with you, if you wanted.”

He opens his mouth and nothing comes out. He has genuinely never imagined any situation where he does not return alone, be it triumphant hero or lost child or lonely stranger. He was born an only child, but he lets himself remember sitting in the main cabin on the Ghost, squished beside Sabin at the table, and then for the first time he adds Sacher to his mental picture, sitting across from them, and then Jacen, constructs an image of him from the holopics and fits him right in there with the rest of them. It makes him lightheaded, the intensity of the wanting that strikes him.

“That,” he says finally, “would be amazing, actually.”

“Call her,” she says, and cuts the connection.

He keeps breathing nice and deep. He swipes the current call closed, and there’s already a new message from Luke, because even across galaxies now that they’re aware of each other it’s almost impossible not to constantly See each other to some extent. Kanan always said he was bright in The Force, and he imagines Luke must be even brighter.

He considers having his bath first, considers changing out of the clothes he’s been wearing for the past 30 hours and an inter-planetary hop, considers doing one more search for that whisky that Thelivan had bought him for his last starday.

He does none of these things.

Luke has made the comm code clickable, so he doesn’t even have the slow drama of typing it in. The call takes even longer to connect than it does when he calls Luke. He actually turns on the holo image, which he’s never done with Luke, and he can almost feel the signal from his questis struggling its way across the lightyears.

Part of him is hoping she doesn’t answer. He could leave a message. That’d probably be easier.

Naturally, he’s not that lucky.

“Who is this?” she says, as soon as the connection is established. The first thing that strikes him is that she sounds older. Or maybe he’s been remembering her voice wrong all these years.

“Hi, Hera,” he croaks out.

The noise she makes is somewhere between a gasp and a sob and a tiny scream, and it reaches right into his ribcage and punches him in the heart. “Ezra.”

She still recognizes him. She knows who he is.

It’s a good start.

[nef-ar10us]

Cozy Castle Townhouses

So I'm more of an aspiring builder, but as one step in the pursuit of non-perfectionism I've still decided to share my random and mostly semi-finished stuff around here ^^ (Please excuse the bad screens, I'm still figuring out how to do this.) Today: Three fancy-ish townhouses based on (and including) a renovated version of the Cozy Castle bin lot.

I've made two families who I want to live here and furnished one and a half (like I said, semi-finished) apartments specifically for them, while leaving the third one empty. More pictures below :)

The one on the right is the unfurnished one, I decorated only the porch and little balcony. Thinking maybe a wholesome young couple.

The one on the left is the most fleshed-out, but the inhabitants' story isn't exactly a nice one: Nils had only recently moved into town with his fiancée and her son Ezra, when she suddenly died in a tragic accident. Even if he'd accepted the role of Ezra's father figure as part of his marriage to come, had things been different he honestly would never have wanted any children... And now he's here with this kid who isn't even his, whose mother they both mourn, completely at a loss. Watcher knows none of this is the boy's fault and Nils tries to be a dad, he really does, but it's hard. Every little thing about this place they had planned to call home reminds him of his loss.

Their place is pristine, very bright and clean, for the most part.

Little Ezra has never talked (or cried) a lot or made much noise in general, but give him a crayons, a brush and paint, or a simple pen and you can keep him occupied all day - even if he may take to use the actual house as his canvas. He may not have known Nils for long but has nevertheless developed a fierce, if quiet, loyalty to him: His mother had told him he was family now, so family he is. He doesn't call him 'Dad' as he's not sure he'd appreciate it, but is nevertheless determined to carry him through these dark times. Family always sticks together, right?

Nils is - or used to be - a martial artist by profession, winning sizeable tournament prizes on the regular. He can't stand to be around people as of now but exercising is still about the only thing to keep his mind off of ... everything else.

This ground floor room used to be a temporary nursery for the boy until he was big enough to have his own room; it became a storage space, for lack of a better term, after that. Old, no longer needed furniture, clutter, and memories are catching dust in here, and some nights Nils locks himself in here, smoking away the hours until it's time to wake Ezra up for school. He'll clean this place up, soon ... for sure. Until then, he keeps the door locked at all times. The boy doesn't need to see this.

The middle one (the actual Cozy Castle) is ... something else. Semi-furnished for a very specific household with a very specific taste. The neighbors tend to be wary of this lot, to say the least.

Downstairs: Kitchen/dining and little office area. Sparsely decorated as of yet, but you get the idea. ^^

Upstairs so far. The first lab/darkroom-ish bedroom belongs to Scarlet, the actual tenant, while the second bedroom is currently used by her two more or less welcome but very eccentric "houseguests" (who seemingly have no intention of leaving anytime soon...). Dorian and his son Oscar bicker like a couple of married romance sims, and most fights seem to be related to their mutual vanity: Oscar can't stomach the fact that his father manages to look younger than him, and Dorian misses no opportunity to rub it in his face. Scarlet just houses them because their sire demanded it via handwritten letter from overseas, but she has come to think that he, too, might have lost his mind a little.

Thanks for reading! <3

Credits: I've used an f-ton of different CC from all over the place and am so grateful to all the creators! Please don't be angry that I'm not listing every single person here. If there's a specific item you like, feel free to hit me with a WCIF and I'll see what I can dig up :)

[willameena]

i went to an antique mall today that had an impressive amount of star wars stuff (in addition to some amazing antiques). a surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one ;) i took a bunch of pictures to show the friends in my phone :D

lego-wan!!

this one absolutely sent me. i mean, look at him and his pathetic eye bags

obi-wan and ezra being cool

qui-gon as a... muppet?

if these lights had a price tag, i probably would have bought them. if they're still there next week (oh yeah- i'm going back next week) i'm gonna take that as a sign and inquire

this hat?? is so rad??!

han has the cockiest, smarmiest look on his face and i love it so much

my personal favorite.. everything about this is just absolute gold. also. why has the world changed so much. why are we no longer getting promo posters for buying 2 packs of soda?? why??

and finally, the thing i actually did buy... guys. i'm never drinking out of another cup ever. other cups are just unnecessary now, i only need this pint glass.

[beansmakesthings]

You 🫵

Yes you

Give me your Penny Lamb headcanons (legoland)

Boy, what happened to 'hello' and 'please'. I have a name, you know /lh

I will preface this one by saying I think it's very funny if Legoland Penny and RTC Penny exist in the same universe as separate people and all my hcs are approached from that perspective. Cool? Cool.

This one is also just random general stuff and will feature some vague references to parental abuse and mental health issues. Cause you know, it's Legoland.

- RTC Penny started calling her 'PB' when she found out she had a crush on Constance. As in, she's the future Penny Blackwood. (I will refer to her as PB for the rest of this for clarity)

- Yes this means there's a Penny Lamb dating Ocean and a Penny Lamb dating Constance. I just think it's funny.

- PB and Ezra'a parents were neglectful at best days and cruel at worst. PB did everything in her power to keep their attention off of Ezra and took care of him as best as she could. As a result, she's a lot more affected by their childhood than Ezra is.

- She has a bad habit of getting into fights as she has pretty poor emotional regulation due to her childhood trauma (see biting Johnny Moon in the face) and the internal anger over being unable to stop it. She's going to therapy and has improved considerably, but she still sometimes has a tendency to lash out at people who bother her.

- PB and Penny absolutely hated each other at first. It was just plain creepy. Both from somewhere a little outside Uranium City, have the same name, both have parental problems, both subject to bullying, both autistic, it just rubbed them the wrong way. They eventually grew to like each other though.

- PB still has a legally enforced curfew she has to follow as part of the court order after the Johnny Moon incident. This is a great travesty as it means she can't join any choir sleepovers.

- When Constance finally cracked and told PB all about the warehouse after the Cyclone accident and coming back to life (she felt guilty lying and hiding it from her), PB took it rather well. She once used her brother's money from selling his ADHD meds to cross the boarder into the States, snuck into a bar, and attacked a celebrity once, so who is she to decide whether or not 6 people collectively remembering God in the form of a fortune machine making them perform a musical for a rat was a real event or just mass hysteria? Weird things happen all the time. She's just glad they're all alive either way.

- PB loves going into the woods and finding little bugs and frogs and things. She takes pictures of everything and gives them all names

- She has no idea where the whole 'PB' thing came from, but literally everyone except Ezra calls her that at this point and she DOESN'T GET IT

- Constance usually shortens the PB nickname even further and just calls her Peebs. It's so far from her own name at this point that it's kind of frustrating, but she can't convince anyone to stop (Constance is also in on where it comes from and thinks it's adorable)

- PB has no idea how most teenagers dress and has never been in on a trend in her life (aside from Seven Up and we all know how that turned out) so she usually dresses like a 70s hippie

- She has a tendency to bring home wild animals and try to sneak them into her room. She once hid a family of raccoons in her closet

- PB formed a weird friendship with Ocean that almost entirely relies on comparing their shitty drug addict parents

- PB absolutely loves music. It's so stimmy. Once she's out in the world and becomes friends with the Saint Cassian Chamber Choir, she's being introduced to more music than she ever knew existed. She loves watching the choir perform and loves being in a car with any one of them and cranking their music until she can feel the bass in her chest.

- Constance keeps telling PB she could join the choir if she wants. They have plenty of room for her. PB declines because, while she can hold a tune and play ukulele, she doesn't like singing nearly enough to get in front of so many people and open herself up to judgement. She prefers to listen, so she'll just sit in the front row, thanks.

- PB does not like eye contact and will never look anyone in the eye ever unless she has no choice

- PB and Ezra were featured in one of Mischa's rap songs on YouTube

- Elysium didn't have a lot of modern technology so PB is terrible with most of it. She can barely use her phone without getting trapped in the notes app and panicking and needing someone to fix it

- Since she was homeschooled and kind of got to pick whatever she found most interesting to learn about, PB is incredibly knowledgeable about a lot of history and biology, but is god awful at math. She's pretty convinced she'll fail grade 12 math because what the hell is a parabola?

[bigstupid69]

Can you tell us your perfectdolls headcannons? /nf

I have literally like 6 asks all for headcanons, and I'm too lazy to combine them all. So I'm just gonna do it individually because I need things to be organized in my life.

Perfectdolls headcanons under the cut

I like making them date before the accident since y'know it's absolutely soul crushing to realize you were being an asshole to your girlfriend and you didn't even get to really say goodbye and now she's living without you and it's unclear if she even remembers you.

Anyways moving on from angst, Penny fell for Ocean first despite the fact she is literally insane and definitely didn't give a good impression upon meeting her in choir. Noel's just showing her around the choir room since Ocean was too busy yelling at Mischa for unrelated reasons and Penny just mutters "I can make her worse." As Noel looks absolutely disgusted.

Ezra absolutely cannot stand Ocean and does not know what Penny even sees in her. Upon meeting Astrid he pretty much just went "Why couldn't you pick her instead."

Ocean gets sick so frequently because her parents refused to fucking vaccinate her as a child and Penny got so tired of it that she just drove her to a vaccination clinic to get her goddamn flu shots.

Ocean is also so annoying to take care of when she is sick, she refuses any help and claims she's fine until she's passed out on the floor from exhaustion.

I don't know why the AO3 fanfics constantly have them do intense make out sessions in the middle of the choir room. Let's be real here, this is a ship with Ocean, there is no way in hell she'd do anything like that in a public space.

This is not a cold hands x warm hands dynamic Ocean has cold hands and Penny has even colder hands.

When Ocean is annoying the shit out of everyone Penny just picks her up by the shoulders and places her in a different spot like she's a goddamn Lego brick.

They have matching lockscreens of each other but Ocean's is an actual flattering picture of her girlfriend and Penny's is a picture of Ocean tripping on her own shoe laces.

Penny assists Ocean with class president election stuff, even though she always wins and it's incredibly boring. She also goes to the library after school with Ocean sometimes, Ocean does it to study while Penny is just sleeping in there.

They got thrifting together, Penny looks at dolls and old creepy definitely haunted items while Ocean just gets clothing.

[writer-darling]

Are You Ever Dreaming of Me?

Chapter 6: It’s Nice to Have a Friend | Read Chapter 5: Gorgeous!

I NEVER USE Y/N OR ANYTHING LIKE IT THANK YOU SO MUCH :) Rating: T - T ((for now, but there WILL BE explicit stuff later sooo (18+ MINORS DNI) Pairing: Ezra (Prospect, 2018) x F!Reader Warnings: Good old enemies-to-lovers trope. age gap (10 years). Nothing super descriptive for Reader but they are described as having hair. Tension, ofc, especially sexual tension out the wahzoo. Adult language. Alotta feelings and things of that nature. Banter. Flirting. It’s E-to-L, you know where this is going. Feral Ezra (he starts at a 77.5% but ends up at about a 80.3% in this chapter). Mentions/descriptions of food and alcohol. If there are any that I missed, please inbox me to let me know and I will add them in :) Word Count: 5.9k Summary!: Your friendship with Ezra is progressing. Through good conversations, card games, food and cider, you two are now becoming closer than ever before.

A/N: REWRITTEN AND REFORMATTED ON: 12/29/23

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“Wanna hang out?" Yeah, sounds like fun

Video games, you pass me a note

Sleeping in tents, It's nice to have a friend,”

 You're still feeling giddy the next morning. Thankfully not hungover at all like you were dreading. You’re up earlier than usual and take the time to clean up your space, decluttering and organizing as you think back on your conversation with Ezra. He’d been so open, so sincere, so… endearing. It’s almost frightening how quickly your attitude about this entire situation has changed and you spend much too long trying to psychoanalyze it.

You hated - well, thought you hated - Ezra almost the entire time you’ve been here. And you figured he surely felt the same way! But now, after all his attempts to make nice… you’re starting to come around. And all because you seem to like him. If you were smart, you would set those feelings aside, you wouldn’t even bother giving him a shot. But, according to how things went last night, you’re as dumb as they come.

By the time you’re done, your tent is nearly spotless. It’s a good 20-square-foot setup with a cot on the far left and a “window” made of bendable plastic directly above it. You have the standard refresher/bathroom in the far right corner, then a basic kitchenette with a sink, cooler, and small burner setup directly across it. In the middle of the tent, in the pole to reinforce the structural integrity of the tent, while on the right - opposite to your cot - is a two-person table and a chair. You have pictures of home and maps of the planet on the walls, while your pack and all your belongings are settled in a small cubby near the refresher. Your cases of earnings are under your cot, stacked up tightly, and shoved to the very back.

 Even though you’re done fixing things up, your mind is as jumbled as ever Still, you decide you’ll circle back around to it at a later time. And your self-critiquing will surely only get worse.

 You shower and get suited up, checking your radio and changing the air filter on your suit. You grab the charger for your thrower, cranking it enough to have enough rounds for the day before making your way out into the daylight. It’s cloudy but warm out, and the suns will be at full heat by midday, but for once, you don’t mind it.

Ezra wakes early that same morning, finding himself feeling quite well-rested. He does a quick check of his equipment, ensuring that he's got the necessities for whatever the day may throw at him. He sets out soon afterward, and he seems to be in a better mood. The previous night has him feeling quite optimistic for the day, and he's hoping that things continue to look up.

 You make your way to the dining tent and go inside. You spot the two prospectors who messed with you last night but they take one look at you and quickly run in the other direction, clearly still scared of Ezra's protectiveness over you. You smile at that and get into the breakfast line, ignoring the other prospectors as they gossip about you and Ezra. You sit at your usual table, taking a sip of your coffee before you dig in just as Ezra walks into the tent himself.

 He can feel all eyes on him instantly. He keeps a stiff upper lip as he grabs a plate and begins to get himself some breakfast. He keeps his head down, focusing on getting his food before he can be accosted by the other prospectors. It's not long before he has his plate and coffee. He goes over to Denver’s table where he can sit down, and he takes a deep breath. "Greetin’s and salutations," he says, trying to be polite to the crew, "I hope everyone slept well last night. I certainly did."

 You see him and glance at him briefly with a knowing smile. The other prospectors act like nothing is up and instead bid him salutations and good mornings as well, nodding to his question.

 He’s happy that none of the others seem to be acting with any kind of awkwardness, and he's quickly done with his breakfast as he openly chats with Denver and the men around him. Denver’s eyes find you and he smiles, an appreciative look in his eyes. You return his smile with one of your own, nodding at him before going back to your meal

After a few minutes, Ezra stands up and gathers his plate and his tray, cleaning up after himself and heading for the door. "I'll be out in the field if anyone needs me," he says quickly, before heading out. He sighs in the warm morning air, and he can't help but smile to himself as he makes his way to the dig site. The memory of last night still feels like a dream to him, and the smile on his face reflects it.

 You hear him and watch him go. You debate with yourself before you stand up and make your way to the site with him. This will probably only fuel the rumors about you two but you don't care, though you know you absolutely should. You make your way to his area, a few yards west of your own. 

 "Ezra?" You ask with a smile on your face, knocking on the tree bark just beside him as if it were a door.

Ezra smiles as he hears the knock, and he's a bit surprised at your visit. “Good mornin,’" he says, turning in place just as he’s setting his pack and equipment down on the earth next to him. He smiles as he sees you and nods in your direction, motioning for you to come closer to him. "What did you need?" He asks once you’re close enough, his question coming with the utmost sincerity.

 You smile at him. "Morning… nothing, honestly I just um... wanted to check in. I wanted to walk over but you seemed pretty busy with breakfast and the rest of the guys. Did you sleep okay last night?" You ask him.

 Ezra's face lights up at your concern, and it seems to take over his whole face. He nods at you quickly as you ask about his sleep, and he can't help but smile at the kindness in your voice, and the sincerity. "Yeah, I... I slept really well. I've never felt so peaceful, so I couldn't be happier." There's a light twinkle in his eye as he looks back at you, his genuine joy obvious. "And you? How was your sleep?" He asks, turning his attention back to you.

 "It was good too." You say. "Whatever was in that cider must've been powerful stuff, I passed out almost as soon as I dropped onto my cot," you say with a soft laugh.

 Ezra laughs along with you at that, a small smile crossing his face. "Warned ya it was potent, didn’t I?" he teases, laughing again. "I've been meanin’ to ask you though..." He hesitates for a moment as if he's trying to figure out just exactly how to express what he's trying to say. "I... don't really know how you like to spend your free time here, but would you be interested in spendin’ some of it with me? Maybe playin’ some cards, or just... sittin’ and talkin’?" He asks, smiling warmly.

 You can't help it as you light up at the idea, the prospect of spending time with him actually seeming appealing to you. "Actually... yeah, I think I would like that." You say with a smile.

 Ezra smiles widely as you accept his offer, his happiness, and joy obvious to see. "Fantastic," he says, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "I was hopin’ you would say that because..." He pauses, his smile growing a little wider. "Well, I just... I really enjoyed our conversation last night. I don't want it to end there." He says this last part with a hint of sincerity, and you can't help but feel touched by what he’s saying.

 "I... I feel the same way," You say, your entire body turning warm as you realize you really mean it. "I had a really nice night and we promised that we would spend more time together, right?" You ask

 Ezra nods at your words with a smile, his whole face lighting up. "Yeah, that's definitely our agreement," he says with a warm, genuine smile. "So, if you're not too busy later today, I'm off-duty at noon. Do you wanna play some cards… with me?" He asks excitedly, his smile getting bigger with every word. He looks adorably sincere, and this time you’re actually trying to contain your swooning.

 "Absolutely." You say with a large smile of your own. "That sounds fun." You hear your alarms go off suddenly, and straighten up. Time for work. "Alright, I'll see you at noon? My tent?" You offer, heading for your area. You turn to look behind you and see the rest of the crew all coming out of the dining tent, gearing up.

 "Yeah," Ezra nods, the smile still plastered across his face, his eyes beaming with excitement. "See you at noon. I'll bring the cards." He says, his smile only getting bigger as he watches you go. If he could keep a smile on his face for the whole day he would, and he's finding it hard to keep himself from doing just that. Just as you're about to leave, he calls out again. "Have a good shift!" He shouts, his voice filled with optimism and untamed excitement.

 “You too, see you at noon!” You shout back over your shoulder before grabbing your helmet and putting it on, a wide smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach.

You can’t wait.

Ezra is practically giddy with excitement as he works, getting in a good morning shift. He's unable to focus on any other task for the rest of the morning as he goes over all the games he knows. He doesn't know how savvy you are with cards, but he’s hoping his own expertise helps. Truly, he wants to impress you. 

 He can't help but keep looking at his timer, watching the minutes tick away like an impatient child. Before he knows it, it's noon already, and he's more than ready to see you. He gets up and makes a mad dash for his tent, same as you. He gathers his card deck, it’s one he picked up at one of the kiosks on the Pugg long ago. He’s had it saved for a special occasion and this seems as good a time as any. He gathers his courage, makes sure he looks good, before he leaves his bunker to find you, and he's got a big, cheesy grin on his face as he walks over. "Hey!" He shouts as he finds you just getting to your tent, and waving. "You ready to play some cards with me?"

 You look up just as you’re stepping into your quarters, smiling.

 “Yeah, follow me.” You lead him inside.

 Ezra does an affirmative, a short nod of his head, and he follows along behind you. "What are we playin’, then? Can we play a game called ‘Speed and Spit’? That's a good card game." He asks, hoping to get a bit of a say in the matter.

 “I don’t think I’ve played that one.” You say, surprised. You know just about every card game under the sun. It was one of the only methods of entertainment out here. “Can you teach me?” You ask, not embarrassed to ask him for help for once

 Ezra smiles at your words. "Oh, definitely. It's one of my favorite games! I can teach you the rules and some different strategies for it. Trust me, it's a lot of fun." He says this with an energetic nod. "I'm sure we'll have a great time with it." He stops when he’s inside and gives you a wide smile. A sudden bashfulness overtakes you as you realize this is his first time seeing the inside of your tent since you joined the crew. Thank Kevva you cleaned up this morning.

"Well, this is quite an impressive space," he says as he looks around, taking in his surroundings with a pleasant surprise. "you really have it quite livable here, that's for sure." He says genuinely. You smile, feeling a bit of pride as he looks around, taking in all the little details.

 “Thanks, it’s not much but it’s home out here, right?” He glances over at you and nods. He looks around for a bit longer before he looks at your cot.

 “May I?” He asks. You nod, gesturing for him to have a seat. He grins and sits down. He notices how your scent immediately welcomes him as he sits and he tries not to make it obvious how much he enjoys that. Focus, Ezra. "Okay, well, the good news is this. This game does take a bit of intelligence to pick up," he admits as he begins shuffling the cards. "But it's not too different from games you've already played. I'm sure you'll pick it up in no time."

 You nod back, setting your pack down at the foot of the bed before you remove your helmet with a ‘hiss’ from the dome, then set both it and your radio aside too. “Is the game ‘Speed and Spit’ good for hustling?” You ask teasingly with a small sly grin. His chuckle in response is low and amused.

 "Sure, any game is good for hustlin’... assumin’ you're smart enough to pull it off," he says with a smirk, shrugging one of his shoulders, his eyes focused on the cards. “Think you can handle that?” He asks, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for a moment. You smile.

 “What did I say about underestimating me?” You ask with a grin. He smirks and averts his eyes back to the cards, his cheeks going rosy, likely remembering.

 "How about this... how about we have a friendly game to start, and then try our hands at gamblin’ later?" He asks after a moment, hoping that the prospect of gambling will appeal to your competitive side. "That sound good to you?"

 You nod, your eyes twinkling at the challenge. You never could back down from besting him, even now that you were friends. “That sounds perfect.” You say, smiling.

 Ezra's eyes light up at your response and he begins to deal the deck between you two, getting in a little practice as you talk. "So then, if we're not going to bet, what's the stakes?" he asks, looking over at you with a warm, genuine smile. It's clear that he's as competitive as you, and he's hoping for an engaging and challenging game. 

 "Whoever loses cooks for the other? That sound fair?" You ask, genuinely interested in this idea.

 He raises an eyebrow, his interest clearly piqued by the idea. “Ooooh, I like that.” He says, feeling excitement as he finishes dealing the cards. "Alright, let's get started then, let's see who's a better cheater- I mean, better player." He laughs a bit at his own joke, and he smiles. "I hope you're ready to be taken down a peg or two." He says before leaning in and giving you a wink.

 “Oh, thank you for the warning, I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for any cheating, then!” You say with a soft laugh, flushing a little at his wink. “Speaking of which: do you know any other games?” You ask him. 

 He nods, smirking a bit. “Oh, yes, an exorbitant amount.” He says.

 “Like?” You ask, intrigued and curious to know if he knows the ones you’ve played. He thinks for a moment before answering. 

 “Cribbage, whist, Egyptian ratscrew-” You can’t help it as you laugh, cutting him short.

 “Ok, you’re just making up words now.” He laughs too and shakes his head.

 “Not at all! I swear to Kevva herself these are all real.” He says, holding a palm up for a moment. 

 “Mhm.” You say with obvious doubt in your voice. He chuckles a little, excited at the idea that you don’t seem to know these games, which means he’ll get to spend his time teaching you.

 "Alright, well then. Do you wanna play first or shall I?" He asks the question while looking over at you, the newly shuffled deck still in his hand. His whole tone of voice is calm, friendly, and warm, but you can see the competitiveness burning inside his eyes. He's not going to take it easy on you, that's for sure.

 “You go first, and I’ll do my best to keep up as you explain how it works.” He grins. His movements are quick, efficient, and practiced. He's obviously got a few tricks up his sleeve in the card games department, and it's going to be an absolute blast learning from him. 

 "Alright, the goal is pretty simple," he explains as he lays out the first few cards and makes sure to give you a detailed explanation of each. That way, you have a basic understanding of the game before the next hand. 

 You nod, your expression concentrated as you hang onto every word he says as he explains. He’s as detailed as possible, and he makes sure to even include a few beginner’s tips for you. He wants to compete, as you do, but he mostly wants to have fun. In the end, making sure you both enjoy yourselves is his top priority, and he’s nothing if not fair. You have to admit, he’s a good teacher. He’s patient, and he doesn’t mind re-explaining or revising his explanation if you get confused.

"Do ya get it?" He asks when he’s done, looking up at you with an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

 “Yeah, I think I got this.” You say, and look up at him for a moment, your eyes glinting with a competitive streak as you realize this game seems relatively straightforward.

 Ezra watches intently at your reaction, and he finds himself grinning as he gets the answer he was hoping for. "Perfect, perfect!" he beams, "Alright then, show me what ya got!" he says with excitement. "Let's see who can out-cheat who." He chuckles, dealing out the next hand, and he seems just as excited as you are that the two of you are about to battle out this intellectual game.

 “Oh, you’re on.” You respond as you take a look at the hand you’ve got.

 “Can I ask you somethin’?” He asks as he also looks over his hand, already moving the cards he’s got. You smirk.

 “Is this your attempt to get in my head?” You ask, giving him a look of playful suspicion. He smirks back and meets your eyes, pouting a little as you give him that look.

 "Come now, indulge me. What's the other part of your story, hmm? The part of it we didn’t get to last night. Come, share but a single thread of it with me?" He asks, giving you his most sincere puppy-dog eyes.

 You smile and sigh, taking a deep breath. "Alright, fine. Well, like I mentioned earlier, I grew up on Amorna. A prospecting planet. My stepdad worked with various crews on the Fringe, but not as a prospector, a harvester. He was hired for all kinds of expeditions. From mercs to Karoclan. He was never away for long, he knew we missed him too much. But, whenever he came back he would always tell me about all his adventures and, I don't know, I suppose I just got too curious. Had to experience it all for myself, you know?" You say, meeting his eyes with a smile.

 "Ah, the call of the wild. I know it well." Ezra says, with a nod. "That itch to explore and discover, it's all so enticin’, intoxicatin’. And when you scratch it once, it only gets worse. A bit of a blessin’ and a curse, wouldn't you say?"

 You grin and nod. "Yeah, exactly. It took me a while since I didn't have the money saved up for the academy, that's why I'm barely a rookie." You say with a shrug. "But, I did it and now I'm here." You're proud of that, glad you stuck with what you've always wanted to do.

 "And you are all the more wonderful for it," Ezra says, with a warm smile, feeling as proud of you as you do at this moment. "To have followed that dream, against all odds, speaks volumes to what's inside you. And it's nothin’ but beautiful." He adds another little wink and you smile again.

 “What about you?” You ask, shifting gears as you play your next hand. “What brought you to prospecting?” 

 Ezra takes a moment to gather his thoughts. Once again, he seems to carefully take in your response before he forms his own. "Well, I...I have to confess I'm not entirely sure myself. Maybe I've always been drawn to the unknown, the unexplored. Maybe I was simply born with a floater’s heart." He says, with a smile. "And I suppose it also helps that the prospect of unlimited riches is a particularly powerful motivation." 

 "But, you're a vet, which isn't impossible but most people out here would've given up by now, even with the potential for getting rich. What else is in it for you?" You ask, curious to know his answer.

 "I must admit, I often wonder that myself," Ezra says with a laugh. "Maybe I'm just a bit mad. Or perhaps, a part of me hopes to find somethin' truly unique and remarkable. And if I don't? Well, then at least I get to live my life the way I'd always wanted. That's somethin’ I'm alright with." He says with a tone of pride and you smile, finding yourself more and more endeared by his honesty. You two move on to another topic soon after and the game goes on, both of you focusing on both the game and each other.

In the end, it's extremely close. You're just as skilled as he is, and you manage to pull off a last-second victory over him, much to his surprise. As soon as you do, he claps his hands together, the sound of his hands clapping filling the tent, and he looks up at you with an even grander smile than usual. "You're good," he marvels, "and this was just a trial run. I bet we could make a pretty penny playin’ cards with the other prospectors, huh?" He asks, his eyes lighting up as he smiles widely.

 You grin, almost not believing you’d pull it off. “I bet we could!” You say. “We should test it out tonight at the dining hall.” You say. “Oh wait, you’re cooking for me tonight, aren’t you?” You say with a smug grin.

 Ezra lets out a chuckle and rolls his eyes when you mention the fact that he's going to have to cook for you. "Yes, yes... fine, I'll cook for you. Good gracious, you're a ruthless gambler..." he says with a small sigh, but the smile never fades from his face and your competitive banter is exactly what he was hoping for when he agreed to the bet earlier. 

 “So what will you be whipping up for us?” You ask, unable to help your curiosity. 

 "Well," Ezra says, leaning in close. "I suppose you'll just have to wait and see. It will be a surprise!" He says, with a playful wink.

 “Tease.” You say, and your mouth is already watering at the look in his eye. Whatever he has planned, you can tell it's gonna be good. “Oh wait, shit I’m a terrible host, I didn’t even offer you anything.” You say and stand up, carefully so as not to disrupt the placement of the cards. You walk over to your cooler. “Do you want some? I’ve got a couple of water canteens, some hydration packs, and a few bundles of Asagi berries I picked yesterday?” You offer him as you open it up, grabbing a canteen for yourself.

 Ezra's eyes immediately light up at the idea of a nice, sweet bundle of berries. "Oh yes please, some asagies would be absolutely fantastic right now," he says excitedly, his smile returning to his face. You smile and hand him the bundle with the most fruit, which he appreciates. He thanks you and takes a handful of the pink berries, the crunch of them clear in the easy stillness of the room. He groans softly at how sweet the fruit is, a drop of juice running down the corner of his mouth. You unconsciously swallow at the sight of that and clear your throat a little, averting your eyes. He notices, a grin on his face as he wipes the juice away with the back of his thumb. But he spares you by not saying anything, instead shifting gears.

 “So, how did you like my demonstration of the game?” He asks, curious. He takes another few berries into his mouth as you answer.

 “It was fun.” You say, your bashfulness easing. “My stepdad taught me how to play a few other card games, but it’s been a while.” You admit. His eyes twinkle with excitement.

 “Which ones?” He asks eagerly.

 “Hmm… 21, Crazy Eights, Gin Rummy.” His head tilts a bit to the side as he hears that last one.

 “Gin Rummy?” He asks, his eyes wide and burning with interest now. You smile and join him on the cot as you take another swig from your canteen. You set it aside for a moment before you grab all of the cards and begin to shuffle.

 “Ok so…”

That night, you two skip out on dinner in the dining hall once again. You join him at his tent and he allows you inside with a grin. You realize it's your first time seeing the inside of his tent and you do the same as he did earlier in the day, taking a look around at the space. 

 "So, what are your thoughts on my humble abode?" Ezra asks, with a warm smile. "I know it isn't much, but it's served me well enough." You notice that much like the rest of Ezra's life, it's a bit chaotic here. It’s the mirror image of your tent, with his cot on the far right, and the layout of everything on the opposite ends of your tent (refresher to the left, kitchenette on the right, table, and cubby to the left.) There are piles of paperwork and research scattered across the floor, along with various tools and gadgets. His cases are all stacked up on top of his cooler. But despite the clutter, there's still a sense of order about it all. Like Ezra knows exactly where everything is, even if it doesn't appear that way to the naked eye.

 “It’s nice,” you say, smiling. “Messy but not dirty.” You meet his eyes with a playful grin. “Suits you.”

 Ezra smiles back, a hint of pride in his eyes. His gaze turns and he moves a little closer, making you eye him with trepidation. "Well… I’ve been known to be a little dirty... from time to time ." He says, his voice quieter. You snort softly at his joke, even as that statement makes butterflies erupt in your gut. He breaks his flirtatiousness with a laugh as he sees your reaction. "But, for better or worse, this is me in my purest, most unapologetically authentic form." He moves back, letting you breathe, and gestures around the space with open arms.

 You smile and nod, still taking it all in. “Well, I like it.” You say. “So gonna show me what this big surprise is all about yet?” You ask, curious as to what meal he has up his sleeve

 Ezra smiles and leads you over to his portable kitchen area, pulling out a few ingredients to work with. "Yes, I suppose the time has come." He says, getting right to work. "I must warn you though, this won't be anythin’ like the standard fare back at the dinin’ hall. In fact, this particular dish is somethin’ I've spent a lot of time researchin’ and experimentin’ with. You're about to be the very first person to ever taste it." He says, with a grin. “Please, sit.” He says and walks over to the small table, clearing it quickly and pulling out the chair for you.

 “Oh, am I?” You ask, grinning and taking the seat as you glance at him over your shoulder. “Well, lucky for both of us, I like to experiment.”

 Ezra smiles and his chuckle is low and honeyed in your ear. “Oh, I sure hope so.” His knuckles brush your shoulder blades as he pushes your chair in a bit, sending a jolt down your spine. If he picks up on it, he doesn’t say it but you notice his flirty smile has turned a little more smug as he walks back to the kitchenette. "I hope you don't mind if I give you a bit of a crash course on the history of this particular dish." He says as he cooks. "It may be a bit borin’, but I'm afraid its origins are too interestin’ to keep to myself." He says as he begins searching for what to begin cooking with. “Now, listen and watch closely.” He instructs.

 “Dinner and a show, huh?” You ask with another smile. “Ok, sure, tell me.”

 "Well, let's see. I suppose the best place to start is with its ingredients. The main thing you need is an animal called an ixax, which is native to this planet, actually." Ezra says, as he works, setting a pot down on the nearest burner. "They're really quite remarkable creatures, as they're able to survive by eatin’ minerals and rocks. It sounds completely wild, I know." He says. He pauses for a moment to grab the ingredients from his cooler. He continues on as he preps,  

 "Now, the other ingredients are a bit more familiar, if I'm honest. You'll find their counterparts on just about every planet. For this dish in particular, I need onions, potatoes, and garlic. All perfectly standard. The real kick comes from the spices, however." Ezra says, adding the onions to the pot. "You see, the ixax itself is not exactly the... tastiest creature. But with a bit of experimentation, I learned that if you cook it just right, and add the right touches, it actually becomes quite excellent." He says, with a grin.

 “And how do you cook it?” You ask.

 "Oh, that's a bit of a trade secret." He says, with a wink. "There might be a little bit of salt involved, at least. And a healthy dose of herbs and spices, to be sure." He adds. “Regardless, I am confident you will love it.”

  With that, he continues cooking and you grin, impressed by how at ease he seems. He moves as confidently as he does out in the digs. The aroma of the food fills the tent soon and your stomach is aching for dinner the entire time but you don’t voice it, instead wanting to wait until he’s finished. 

 As he’s doing so, he smiles as he looks over at you, waiting so patiently even as he can see the way you eye the food with clear hunger. "This seems almost perfect, but I want your opinion. Now, come over here, and taste your first-ever ixax dish," He says, gesturing towards the pot.

 You smile and stand up from your seat, walking over and taking a peek at it over his shoulder. “Well… it looks good. It smells good…” you say, a little hesitation in your voice.

 Ezra laughs. "Come on, I've given you my word that it's good. And you know I'm a man who loves to keep his word." He says, giving you an encouraging smile. "Besides, I see how hungry you are." He says, with a wink. “And all of this is just for you.”

 You grin and sigh, not commenting on how flirty that last phrase was. “I suppose you’re right.” You say with a smile. You lean forward and take a small taste from the spoon he offered you, letting it coat your tongue before your eyes widen in pleasant surprise.

 Ezra beams, watching with eager eyes. "See what I mean? I knew you'd love it. Whaddya think?" He asks, with a big grin. "Pretty unlike anythin’ you've ever tasted, ain’t it?" He says. "But I'm not done yet. Let me just add a little…” He grabs another spoon and uses it to take a taste of it for himself. His expression is pensive as he savors it before he turns back to the spices. “Mm...just a dash of this, a sprinkle of that.” You don’t know what he’s sprinkling into the pot, but you trust his taste. He gives one more stir before offering you the spoon again. “There we go. This is when it really gets delicious. Give it another taste, I promise you, it's to die for." He says.

 You smile and take the next spoonful he offers you, eating it without pause this time. You grin at him and nod as the taste is somehow even better than it was before. It’s tangy and a little sweet, and the salting is perfect.

 “Wow,” you say, leaning away, covering your mouth with your hand so you can lick the remnants of it from your lips. “That’s really good, Ezra.”

 Ezra smiles, delighted by your reaction. "It pleases me beyond words to see you enjoyin’ this. You truly are the only person worthy of such a delicious and unique creation." He says, with a grin. "Now, shall we sit down and eat properly? I promise I can make plates. Though, I'm afraid it won't be much of a presentation. You know, since it is, after all, a campin’ expedition." He says, a twinkle in his eye.

 You smile and tell him not to worry about it before you help him serve the food for you both. He even brings out two cans of the very same cider from last night. 

 Again, the food, cider, and conversation keep you two busy. This time you both stick to just two cans instead of the many you shared last night and by the time you’ve both finished, you’re full and giddy.

Ezra sighs, content and sated. He takes a sip of his cider and looks over at you with a warm glow in his eyes. "Another glorious meal," he says with a smile. "And now, it's time for us to relax and let this food sink in. Do you have any ideas as to how we can pass the time?" He asks.

 You grin. "Another round of cards?" You ask. He smirks in response, that competitive glint in his eye now that matches your own.

 "Oh, you've got yourself a deal. Another game it is." He says, taking another sip of his cider. "Though, I think it's only fair to warn you… I'm not plannin’ on goin’ easy on you this time around." He says as he stands up to grab his deck from his cot.

 “Sure hope not.” You respond with a smirk of your own as he sits and the game once again begins.

****** Ezra is a devil in the kitchen, I will die on this hill.  Anyway, that’s it, thanks a million, hope you all enjoyed, and see you in the next one!

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[perplexingluciddreams]

Welcome to my blog!

My name is Ezra but everyone calls me Ez :)

Most important stuff:

‼️ I have a lot of trouble with language. Have both receptive and expressive language delays. May word things poorly, may misunderstand/not understand things. Have social problems and struggle with interaction.

My writing on the internet is not indicative of my overall level of communication.

Please be patient with me!

Some facts about me:

🧩🌈 I have autism

💬 I am (fully) nonverbal

📱I am a full time AAC user (Grid 3 - Supercore 50)

♿️ I have other physical disabilities (severe ME/CFS, hypotonia, FND, suspected autistic catatonia)

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 My parents are my carers

🏳️‍⚧️ I am transsexual

Diagnosed with autism age 15. However, my autism was recognised by teachers and likely other adults at much younger age. Visibly autistic.

Fully nonverbal due to regression. Was semiverbal growing up (with unreliable speech- apraxia definition).

Not diagnosed with autism level because live in UK. Don't know what level or support needs I am considered, but need help with most bADLs and can't do any iADLs. Have continued (late) regression, still losing more skills.

I have restricted interests so only follow small amount of people and have a lot of tags blocked. If we interact regular basis, I consider same level as mutual! Just because don't follow, don't mean not like!

I try to tag things, but I get categories confused and sometimes it is a bit of a mess! Sorry, I try 🤷🏻‍♂️

Tagging system:

Personal tags:

#words from my head = Rambling, lighthearted, or short posts. Sometimes posts about my day-to-day life. Not serious topics or anything I spend a lot of time to write and edit.

#fragments of an idea = Rambling and disjointed posts, long or short, about any topics. Often have no flow and jump from one thing to the next. Usually just a first attempt at getting words out for one or more things, then there may be a more "put together" post in future.

#from the chaos of my mind = Complex, long, serious posts, with effort put into writing and editing them.

#ezra talk aac = any posts I write partly or fully with AAC, or about my personal AAC device/software. (AAC = Augmentative and Alternative Communication)

#snapshots of my life = My own pictures I take, some will have me/my face in them, some are just of things I do that I want to share.

#borrowing words = When I reblog something and relate, or the words match up with something I want to say, I am “borrowing words”.

#ezra watch = Posts about or relating to media I watch.

#ezra reads = Posts about things I read.

#ezra sews = Sewing and mending.

#ezra puzzles = Jigsaw puzzles.

#ill never get any sleep at this rate = Ongoing saga of posts, either about insomnia, or posted at a time when I really should be sleeping…

#reblog = Self explanatory, any reblogs.

#self reblog = When I reblog my own post with an addition. (If someone reblogs my post and then I reblog again to reply/add on, it will be tagged with both “reblog” and “self reblog”.)

#🍋 anon = Friend who sends asks :D

Other things I always tag:

#ask

#anon ask

#swearing

#long post

#very long post

#image

#gif

#video

#link

#described

#undescribed

#flash warning

My interests (some special interest, some short-term fixation):

Moomin

Sewing! (especially visible mending)

jigsaw puzzles 🧩

BBC Merlin

Buffy the Vampire Slayer + Angel: The Series (/Buffyverse)

Marvel Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Person of Interest (especially Root and Shaw)

Music (used to play clarinet, most important to me ever. But love all kinds music, especially right now metal!)

Languages (trying learning Swedish. Struggle but enjoy slow learning!)

Here is a post where I explain my journey with communication throughout my life:

Here is a post where I write about my experience with gender as a nonverbal autistic:

[1racoon7trenchcoats]

The choir sleepover headcanons. I feel like this is a staple I haven't done yet

First off It's basically this

Always at mischas, Constances, or Ricky's

Usually mischas bc he has the basement and they like to play vr games there

That's a whole other hc list on its own

But ricky owns a vr headset and picks games for them to take turns playing

Constance brings snacks. Always.

At first they wanted to rotate who brought food but noel always brought taco bell and oceans food from home was... not pleasant.

So they each have their own little duty now

Obviously mischas host, Constance snacks, Ricky entertainment

Ocean is tasked with setting up, arranging all the chairs and snack bowls

Occasionally she is yelled at for favoritism or putting Mischa directly in front of noel

(Boy is TALL)

She also put his chair in the closet once as a joke

Mischa has one of those trampoline chairs and occasionally he falls (read: probably pushed) through the strings

They gave ocean a children's chair. It's like Winnie the pooh or something but it's comfortable

Noel likes going to Ricky's because he loves cats and ocean does not

She will get into spats with them

5 foot 1 ginger full on debating with a fluffy maine coon who's just trying to chill

Noel's job is to keep everyone on track

Its Harder than it sounds

Stooping fights is the main one and making sure people actually know how to be civil and take turns and share

He feels like a preschool teacher sometimes

Penny does a bunch of miscellaneous stuff

Her favorite is doing peoples hair

Ricky is growing his hair out and she likes to braid it if she can and put a bunch of butterfly clips and stuff in

She always tries to do oceans but she refuses.

Occasionally ocean will fall asleep and when she wakes up her hair is in twin braids

Pj's? Pj's!

Penny has animal onsies. Plural.

Ricky has an oversized shirt that says 'tacocat backwards is tacocat'

Constance has those plaid matching sets

Ocean has old hand me downs that everyone hates so they get her pajamas with pictures of her own face all over them

Noel has a nightgown similar to the mccarter noels lament outfit

Especially if its cold so he can stand outside the basement window dramatically begging for someone to let him in

Mischa just has sweatpants and a tank

If they are being too loud, mischas parents will just stomp on the ground above them

Sometimes it works sometimes it doesnt

Occasionally ezra joins

He also gets his hair sleep-braided

He wears a cape but its like blanket material and has a hood

This was written in 10 minutes don't judge me

[agena87]

What's In My Bag? Tag game

I was tagged by the awesome @ezra-trait a billion years ago, and I'm sorry for only answering now...

Of course, I had to choose my baby Alfie. One, because I love him (he's like my son), and two, because he's my one OC that carries a bag most of the time (weeeeell, Casey does too, a backpack, but you don't wanna see what's inside, believe me - murder stuff).

Yeah. So, I think that what's inside this bag describes perfectly who Al is and what his story's been 'til now. The most important items - at least for him - are the (too many) meds (some necessary, some... not), the vodka (*sighs*), his parents' picture, his blade (ALFRED! NO!), and his blasted engagement ring (that he still wears most of the time, but will take off sometimes when the situation needs him to - like when he's trying to pull)(someone needs to throw this piece of garbage at the bottom of the ocean asap).

There's also a ton of makeup/beauty stuff 'cause he loves that shit.

The magazine has nothing to do with Mal being naked, what are you saying? He's just proud of his best friend (Wolfie) being such a successful artist (and no, he doesn't have a crush on him any more, pff! Nor does he have one on Mal either. They're happy together, alright? They don't need him.)(YES THEY DO, AL!).

The sweets and Kit Kat aren't for him (except the Tic Tac - he needs them to keep the scent of vodka from being noticeable when he visits his mother) but for Joy because the kid has a sweet tooth (as kids are wont to be) and he wants her to like him. For no other reason than her being his best friends' daughter; he doesn't need her to love him like a parent or anything like that (OK, it was super cute when she called him "Papa" that one time, and maaaaaaaybe he wished she did more often - like, forever)(still, it doesn't mean he's in love with Mal and/or Wolfie, OK? Stop suggesting it!).

The rest is utilitarian/necessary and doesn't really have any significance (OK, he has several tissue packs because he cries quite often; BUT HE'S ALLOWED AFTER ALL THE TRAUMA).

(And look! He's smiling here! Well, smirking, but still! He's starting to heal - veeeeery slowly, but he's doing it! *cries*)

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As for tagging people... I'm so late to answer that I'm pretty sure everyone already did it, but if you didn't (or want to do it again with another character) feel free to say I tagged you, OK?

[just-otter-thoughts]

Hello

Hi! Welcome to my blog.

My name is Lex, but you can also call me Mason, Opeth, Vladislav (Vlad for short), Aragorn, Ezra, Thall and Paddy. I'm a certified otter and wish I had the confidence to post thirst traps like all these other otters on Tumblr. This blog is just posts that I think are cool and original funnyposts. I may reblog fanart and furry art sometimes.

I really fucking like music, especially progressive metalcore and progressive death metal (and a touch of djent). My favorite bands are Jinjer, Periphery, Opeth, Meshuggah and A Sense of Gravity. I also like pop (Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Britney Spears) and EDM (Crystal Castles, Alice Glass). I like screaming a lot (the metal kind). Oh, and there's some artists I really like that I don't know how to categorize (Kim Dracula, Jazmin Bean). I'd like to be in a band at some point doing vocals.

I really fucking like Half-Life. Like really. If you want me to I can narrate the entire story from Half-Life 1 all the way over to Half-Life 2 Episode 2. I also am a huge fan of Portal and speedrun Portal 1. Under the cut is my latest Portal Inbounds run (257th place as of writing this).

I write fanfic sometimes, you can find that stuff under #writing and #fanfiction. Sometimes there'll be a poem and original fiction here and there.

Under the cut is my tagging system and some alt codes for myself (though you can use them as well). This post will have all the tags because Tumblr's search feature is dookie.

All the tags that use "Mason" as a first name are older, the ones that use "Lex" are newer. I'm tagging both because changing all the posts with the old tag would be a hassle.

#mason speaks his mind & #lex speaks his mind — Original posts.

#mason does vocals — Currently don't use this tag much, I used to post singing clips and what I thought were safe fry screams. Please don't listen to the screams. Please.

#mason takes meds — Inactive tag that I once used to report on how my psych meds were affecting me.

#lex shows himself — Pictures of me.

#lyric posting — Sometimes I just feel like posting lyrics and sometimes I like to go back and see those posts.

#important — Legal things and things to look at when feeling down.

I have a dreamcore/liminalcore sideblog which is @abaddon-of-secrets. I don't use it a lot at the moment but there's still stuff there. I also have a ventblog but I don't want anyone seeing that shit.

Hex codes for special characters:

U+2003 ->  [EM SPACE]

U+2013 -> – [EN DASH]

U+2014 -> — [EM DASH]

U+01F7 → Ƿ Uppercase Wynn

U+01BF → ƿ Lowercase Wynn

U+201A -> ‚ [SINGLE LOW-9 QUOTATION MARK] (comma for tags)

U+2122 -> ™ [TRADEMARK SYMBOL]

U+2026 -> … [HORIZONTAL ELLIPSIS]

Post that leads to alternate dashboards

Portal Inbounds run (no video only demos)

Portal Inbounds run with video (2min slower than my current PB)