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[floodnetworks]

sunset in nantucket

[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 ❤️

[aliendxde]

minecraft hcs - hss prime

rhys: tends to prefer watching other people play, either in real life or youtube. when they play it’s fairly basic, make a base, farm, mine, make a villager breeding prison and repeatedly kill and revive them in order to get the best enchantments possible, collect loot, raid structures, kill the enderdragon. yknow. basics.

autumn: mostly plays in creative mode, focuses on building and landscaping. takes pictures of her builds with 8000 shaders and posts them on reddit. will cry if you grief her build, even if it’s a dirt hut. downloads way too many building mods and texture packs, someone save her storage disk.

julian: makes fun of his friends for playing on easy mode or with keep inventory on, precedes to die in lava and rage quit. joins his sister’s minecraft world just to rearrange her sorting system and dye her sheep brown & grey.

payton: doesn’t quite understand how to play and is scared of most mobs so she plays on peaceful mode with daylight cycle turned off. still somehow manages to die. collects random items and gets overly attached to them (her inventory and chests are a mess), enjoys decorating her house and builds an endless amount of farms so she can have every animal.

wes: usually only plays with other people or on servers because he likes to mess with everyone. yes, this has resulted in several witch hunts. somehow manages to both make an in-game economy and break it in every server he joins. gets absolutely stacked within the first few days of playing, but will still die to a skeleton.

mia: switches her skin every session. pretends to not be interested but actually really likes (and is really good at) playing mini games like sky wars, the hunger games, and parkour maps. maybe not the best at building but great at instructing others on what to do, and placing certain people in charge of jobs. managed to figure out the triangulation method to find the stronghold on her own, thought everybody knew how to do it.

nishan: typically plays on hard mode, likes to challenge himself with speedruns. has absolutely been called out for using a bot to cheat before. likes to tinker with redstone aka make absolute behemoth monstrosities that are technically functional. he uploads tutorials on his youtube channel.

sakura: hardcore mode ONLY. definitely has a long running hardcore mode where she’s maxed out basically everything and has drained several ocean monuments. extremely efficient systems for everything like sorting, transportation, farming, looting, etc etc etc. calls people noobs unironically for playing anything less than hardcore. her winstreak on bedwars is in the quadruple digits..

ezra: follows other players around and becomes friends so they’ll give him stuff and doesn’t have to go mining himself. finds out music discs exist and immediately wants to collect all of them, is surprisingly dedicated to that goal even though he hates going to the nether or deep dark. gets genuinely frustrated if someone kills him as a prank. fascinated by note blocks and learns redstone just to use them better.

[omgrenhasfriends]

i'm imagining all these yandere friends living in the same house which got me wondering.. what would their rooms look like? and does their MC live with them too

Ezra: The ever so edgy brat has an all black bedroom. His bed has a full canopy with black-out curtains and like 70 pillows. He has a drafting table and a huge bookshelf full of partially made miniatures for Eliana. Very tidy! Ezra would adore it if Sugar lived with them &lt;3

Krow: Art. Art everywhere. It'd look more like a studio than a proper bedroom. Easels, paintings, tables with all kinds of art supplies, some work in progress sculpture being done. It may come as a surprise but he keeps it pretty tidy and organized. He would decorate it with whatever Dove decides to give him, his bed is pretty modest. But if Dove and him are in a relationship he would see to upgrade to a queen at least. :3

Ren: Constantly has the lights off and the AC going in his room, but it's purely for cooling down his laptop, 4 monitors, PC console and twin computer servers. And despite the amount of tech everywhere, his cable management is impeccable. Ren has a few horror/slasher movie posters on his wall, along with a large bed covered with a few 'Attack on Giant' plushies. If Angel wanted to live with him instead, he'd be more than willing take it all down and let them choose what decorations they'd like! ^^;

River lots of band posters and vinyl covers on the wall, random drumsticks laying about, and a bunch of workout equipment stored in a corner. River might be the messiest out of the bunch, but that's only because he forgets to make his bed every morning and bring out his empty sports drinks. he'd pass away on the spot if Bunny wanted to live with him, but he'd definitely rearrange his entire room so that it's more convenient for them and their preferences.

Eddie: A minimalistic room where the color theme is dark and basic, and everything is extremely spotless. Neat and ironed black bedsheets with grey and white fluffed pillows, dark wood and marble furnitures polished. The only personality this room has is pictures of his family on the wall and tables. It’s also extremely cold. MC would have to be in a relationship with him to move in with him and he wouldn’t mind letting them bring some stuff to personalize the room but only a corner until they can prove they’ll help clean their area.

Diva: Never has her actual light on so her room is always lit with led lights and neon signs. A huge magenta pink star shaped bed in the middle with pink ad black animal print sheets and star pillows to match (decorated with a ton of Sanrio and aquatic animal plushies)She has a gaming setup with 3 monitors and a classic pink gaming chair with the expensive gaming keyboard and mouse. Her room is usually a little messy with clothes strewn around the room and posters/photos around the walls. Diva would be ecstatic if MC wanted to live with her! But uh,,, there’s not much space for them to decorate ^^

Fone: probably something very cutesy, lots of animal plushies and fairy lights in his room so he always have his lights off. his bed is in the corner cause he's afraid of ghost and the room is big enough so that mallow has enough space for himself in the corner along with his electric guitar. he has a small table next to him that is brimmed with snacks and drinks and a shelf on top of said table filled with felt dolls he had made of his friends. it should gives you a comfy vibe... if it weren't for the 24/7 ac and mountain and mountain of unwashed clothes at the end corner of his bed smh

Illow: while they know ren can afford the ridiculous high amount of rent, they're still a very power-saving kind of person so based on the lights on their room alone you should know what they're doing. they're more goth-like with their true selves so their room is very dark, not all black like ezra but a more aesthetic pastel-muted type (think of asexual flag colors), they even have a giant kuromi plush right besides their bed. Have a few posters up on their wall, they're more for aesthetic purposes so if you asked them which potter house they belong to they won't know what you're talking about, they also have a lot of game consoles lying around, all of which are new models cause they're a collector.

Theo: His room looks… normal, pretty much. Other than, of course, his closet filled with pictures of his love… his decorations consist of movie and band posters and framed pictures of him and his friends. If his love lived with him… well, that’d be a dream come true, wouldn’t it? He’d constantly try and keep his room clean, just in case his love decided to poke their head in.

[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👋.

[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.

[floodnetworks]

near rosendale, NY

[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?

[mars-writes]

~Lyrics for Two~

*Smut warning*

Introduction: For Ezra and the band, it was hard to practice whenever Elijah ran off. He was reckless, careless, and was becoming a liability to their rising success. Every single time they would decide to send Ezra to retrieve Elijah he ran off from practice to spend his night/day with some random girl off the street. He then always winds up staying at Ezra’s house since he didn’t have his own…they were close friends anyways. 

A familiar knock rattles the thin motel door, thump, thump, thump. A harsh jab of annoyance twists in Elijah's gut. It was Ezra. He already knew who it was without even having to answer. He always tracks him down, no matter where he goes or how hard he tries covering his tracks. Yeah, props to his tracking skills. But fuck his stubbornness. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Elijah glances back at the chick passed out on the bed sheets. Just some random hookup he picked up, just a quick fuck. The rush of coke always made him antsy. And pent-up. But, he'll probably never see her again after today. Not like it matters. He's pretty sated for now.After a moment, Elijah shuffles over, lazily putting on his briefs before heading toward the door, swinging it open. Yeah. Ezra, no surprise. Those eyes of his bore into Elijah with that same, judgy look. Ezra was more like a nanny than his band member or friend to him. "Hah." Elijah rakes a hand through his disheveled hair, leaning against the doorframe. "Was wondering when you'd track me down."He takes another drag from his cigarette, inhaling. With a smirk, he exhales a lazy plume in Ezra's direction. "Retrieving me again?... like a puppy." He teased.

A moment. Silence settled between them. Elijah takes another drag, letting the nicotine buzz wash over him. The staring contest continued. Though he would gladly like to win said contest, he didn't need to hear the same lecture he's been given multiple times. Being reckless... being this, being that. He gets the picture. Always said he'd change, but it's difficult when this is all you've ever known. With a sigh, he stubs out his cigarette on the doorframe. "A'ight, a'ight. Lemme grab my shit and we can head out," He turns away, muttering under his breath. "Fuckin' annoying..." Ezra stands by the door waiting for him to pack his stuff up. Elijah turns his back to Ezra, taking his sweet time gathering his things. He can practically feel those judgmental eyes on him, boring into his skin. Fuckin' nanny. Why'd he gotta be so damn good all the time? Made Elijah feel like shit, knowing his life was such a goddamn mess compared to Ezra's. He grabs his leather jacket and slips it on, zipping it up to his chin. The familiar weight settles on his shoulders, grounding him. Elijah grabs his guitar case next, slinging it over his shoulder. Lastly, he fishes his keys out of his pocket, locking the motel room door behind him.

Elijah saunters past Ezra, not sparing him a glance. He heads towards the parking lot, fish tailing his cigarette butt on the asphalt. He leans against the hood of Ezra's black Jeep, crossing his arms over his chest."So," he drawls, finally meeting Ezra's gaze. "What's the damage this time? Did the group send ya to come get me?" Elijah can't help but smirk. He knows he's being a fucking brat, but it's kind of fun to get under Ezra's skin. Watch his shoulders tense up, those brows furrow in frustration. It's a game to him, one he always wins. He takes a drag of  his new cigarette, exhaling slowly. The smoke curls around his face, obscuring his features. "C'mon, Ez. Don't tell me you missed me that much." He winks, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I know you got better things to do than chase after me all day." Elijah pushes off the car, stepping closer to Ezra. He invades their personal space, looking down at him "Whaddya say, puppy? Wanna take me home?" He's fishing for a reaction, any reaction. Elijah craves the attention, even if it's negative. It's better than being ignored, being forgotten. He'll take what he can get, even if it's just a few minutes of Ezra.

Ezra lets out a sigh looking at Elijah with a calm look. "Elijah I came after you because I would for any of my band mates. It's late, you should head home, you already missed our practice today and we have practice early tomorrow morning."Elijah scoffs, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Please, don't give me that bullshit. We both know you don't give two shits about the others."He takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke in Ezra's direction. The acrid scent mingles with the musky smell of sweat and sex clinging to Elijah's clothes. He can see the disgust in Ezra's eyes, feel their judgment radiating off them in waves. Ezra just stands silently letting Elijah keep talking as if he was waiting for something.

"And practice?" Elijah laughs, a harsh, bitter sound. "Yeah, right. Like I give a fuck about that anymore."He turns away, flicking his cigarette butt onto the ground. It lands in a puddle with a hiss, sending up a small plume of steam. Elijah kicks at it halfheartedly, grinding it into the asphalt."You know what, Ez? I'm done. Done with this band, done with this life." He gestures wildly, encompassing the rundown motel and the empty parking lot. "It's all just a fucking joke. A pathetic little joke, and I'm sick of being the punchline." Elijah's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and desperation. He steps closer to Ezra again, jabbing a finger into his chest. "You wanna know why I keep running? Why I keep fucking up? Because I'm trying to escape this fucking nightmare."His voice cracks, a hint of vulnerability seeping through. "But I can't. No matter how far I run, no matter how many drugs I shove up my nose or how many strangers I fuck, I can't escape myself." Elijah's shoulders slump, the fight draining out of him. He looks down at Ezra, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm so fucking tired, Ez. Tired of pretending, tired of hurting, tired of being a disappointment." He swallows hard, his throat bobbing. "I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to be anything other than this fucked-up mess.

 Ezra stays silent for a moment before speaking with a soft tone of compassion "Elijah...-" He says softly, his hands reaching out to comfort him but he hesitates knowing Elijah doesn't like to be touched without permission. "Just stay at my house tonight, you're tired and shouldn't drive in this state..." Elijah tenses as Ezra's hands hover near him, instinctively flinching away from the potential touch. He can't stand being touched, not without his consent. It makes him feel vulnerable, exposed. Like he's losing control. But something in Ezra's tone, in the genuine concern etched on their face, makes Elijah pause. He's so fucking tired. Tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of pretending everything's okay when it's not. "Fine," he mutters, looking away. "I'll stay at your place. But don't fucking touch me, got it?" Elijah grabs his guitar case and slings it over his shoulder, following Ezra into the car. He slides into the passenger seat, the leather creaking under his weight. The interior smells like Ezra - clean, with a hint of something woodsy and masculine. It's comforting, in a way Elijah doesn't want to acknowledge. As Ezra starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot, Elijah stares out the window, watching the city lights blur past. The silence stretches between them, heavy and uncomfortable. 

Elijah can feel Ezra’s gaze flicking to him every now and then, but he keeps his eyes looking out the window."You know," he says suddenly, breaking the silence. "You're the only one who gives a shit about me. The only one who hasn't written me off as a lost cause." Elijah laughs humorlessly, running a hand through his messy hair. "Guess that's why I can't stay away from you. Even when I'm pushing you away, part of me knows you'll still be there." He turns to look at Ezra, his eyes haunted. "But don't get any ideas. I'm not gonna fall in love with you, or whatever. I'm not good for anyone, least of all myself." Elijah looks away again, his jaw clenched tight. "Just... don't give up on me, okay? Even when I'm being a fucking asshole. Promise me that."Ezra I lets out a soft chuckle, his eyes still on the road. "I won't as long as you don’t give up on yourself." Elijah lets out a shaky breath, his shoulders sagging with relief. Ezra's promise settles something in his gut, a warmth blossoming in his chest. It's a feeling he's not used to, this sense of being seen, of being cared for. He turns his eyes back to the window, watching the dark shapes of trees and buildings whizz by. The city is alive at this hour, neon signs flashing and car horns honking. But inside the car, it's calm. Safe."You're a fuckin' saint, you know that?" Elijah mutters, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Saving lost causes and all that."He shifts in his seat, angling his body towards Ezra. The streetlights cast a warm glow on their face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, the curve of their lips. Elijah finds himself staring, drawn in by the softness in their eyes.I'm not worth saving, though," he says quietly, almost to himself. "I'm too far gone. Too broken."

Elijah's fingers twitch, aching to reach out and touch Ezra. To feel the warmth of their skin, the solidness of their bones. But he resists, curling his hand into a fist in his lap."But I'm glad you're here," he admits, looking away quickly. "Even if it's just for tonight. Even if it's just to keep me from doing something stupid."Elijah leans his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes. The car hums around him, the steady vibration lulling him into a false sense of peace."Hey, Ez?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks. For not giving up on me. It means more than you know." Ezra looks over at him for a brief moment. "It's no problem...Plus I'd want someone to do it for me so I don’t mind doing it for you."Elijah snorts, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, well. You're a better man than me, Ez. I wouldn't waste my time on a lost cause like you."Despite his words, there's a softness in Elijah's voice, a warmth that belies his harsh tone. He's trying, in his own way, to express gratitude. To let Ezra know that their friendship, their concern, means something to him.Elijah shifts in his seat, the leather creaking under his weight. 

His hand twitches, fingers curling and uncurling in his lap. He's restless, anxious. The stillness of the car, the soft hum of the engine, it's all too much. Too quiet. Too peaceful. "Fuck, I need a smoke," he mutters, digging in his pockets for his lighter. "Got any cigarettes on you? I'm all out." Elijah doesn't wait for an answer. He knows Ezra doesn't approve of his smoking habit, and thinks it's just another way for him to self-destruct. But right now, he doesn't care. He needs something to calm his nerves, to take the edge off. "You know," he says, breaking the silence once more. "I never thanked you. For... for everything you've done for me. For being there when no one else was." Elijah's voice cracks, a hint of emotion seeping through. He clears his throat, forcing a laugh. "Guess I'm not very good at this whole 'gratitude' thing, huh?" He looks over at Ezra, studying their profile in the dim light. The sharp line of their jaw, the curve of their lips. Elijah's fingers itch with the urge to reach out, to touch. To feel something real, something tangible."But I am," he whispers, so quietly he's not sure Ezra even hears A small smile play on Ezra’s lips "You don't need to thank me. I can tell when you thank me in your own ways Elijah so really don't feel like you need to. Plus I want to help you so…"

Elijah's breath hitches, his heart skipping a beat at Ezra's words. In his own ways. What did that mean, exactly? Was Ezra referring to the way Elijah opens up to him, even just a little? The way he seeks out Ezra's company, craves their presence like a drug? Or maybe... maybe it's something more. Something Elijah's not ready to acknowledge, to face head-on. A feeling that's been growing in the pit of his stomach, a warmth that spreads through his veins whenever Ezra looks at him with those soft, understanding eyes."Yeah, well. I'm not very good at expressing myself," Elijah mumbles, turning to stare out the window once more. The city lights blur past, a kaleidoscope of colors that dance across his vision. "Too busy being a fuck-up, I guess."He laughs, but it's hollow. Empty. Elijah knows he's pushing Ezra away, even as he craves their closeness. It's a vicious cycle, one he's not sure how to break. Elijah's hand twitches in his lap, fingers drumming a restless rhythm against his thigh. He's antsy, on edge. The silence in the car is suffocating, pressing down on him from all sides. Ezra takes a few peaks over but doesn't say anything trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"So," Elijah says, desperate to fill the void. "Your place. What's it like? I've never been there before."It's a lie, and they both know it. Elijah's been to Ezra's place plenty of times before, usually crashing on the couch after a long night of partying. But he can't bring himself to admit that, to acknowledge the depth of their connection."Is it nice?" he asks, his voice small. Vulnerable. "Do you have, like... photos on the wall? Little knick-knacks and shit?The thought of Ezra's home, filled with their personal touches and memories, is both comforting and painful. A reminder of everything Elijh does but doesn't have for himself. Ezra takes in Elijah's saddened look "it's an apartment overlooking downtown" he says pulling into the garage.Elijah's eyes widen as Ezra pulls into the underground garage, the headlights sweeping across concrete walls and fluorescent lights. "Shit, Ez. This place is nice," he murmurs, taking in the sleek lines of the building, the rows of cars in their designated spots. It's a far cry from the dumpy motels and seedy bars Elijah's used to calling home. He follows Ezra out of the car, the click of his boots echoing in the silence of the garage. The elevator ride up is awkward, the two of them standing side by side in the confined space. Elijah can feel the heat of Ezra's body, the subtle shifts of their breath.

When the doors slide open, Ezra steps out into a hallway that's all polished floors and expensive art. Elijah trails behind Ezra, his fingers brushing against the walls as they walk. The apartment number comes into view, and Ezra unlocks the door with a keycard.Elijah never had a key anywhere, never had a place that felt like home. The thought of Ezra having their own space, their own sanctuary, is both enviable and painful.The door swings open, revealing a modern apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. Ezra steps inside first sensing Elijah's hesitance, Elijah eventually steps in after him, his boots clomping on the hardwood floors. He takes in the sleek furniture, the abstract art on the walls, the fully stocked bar in the corner."Holy shit," he breathes, spinning around to take it all in. "This is... fuck, Ez. This is amazing."He walks over to the windows, pressing his palms against the cool glass. The city sprawls out before him, a glittering tapestry of lights and shadows. It's beautiful, in a way Elijah's never allowed himself to appreciate before."You live here all alone?" he asks, his voice small. The thought of Ezra, surrounded by all this luxury, all this space... it's almost too much to bear.Elijah turns back to face the other man."not really if you count a cat as not alone..." Ezra says in a playful tone.

Elijah's brows shoot up, a wry grin spreading across his face. "A cat, huh? And here I thought you were a dog person." He saunters over to Ezra, invading his personal space. The scent of him fills his nostrils - clean, with a hint of something that's warming. It's intoxicating, making Elijah's head spin. "So, where's this mysterious feline hiding?" he asks, glancing around. "I'd love to meet the little shit." Elijah has never had a pet before, never had anything that depended on him. He leans against the kitchen counter, watching as Ezra moves around the apartment with ease. There's a certain grace to his movements, a confidence that Elijah can't help but admire. "You know, Ez," he says, his voice low. "I never pegged you for the domestic type. Figured you'd be more of a 'bring a girl home and fuck her on the kitchen counter' kinda guy." Elijah smirks, his eyes raking over Ezra's form. He's not blind to their attraction, to the way his body reacts to their proximity. But he's not ready to confront it, to put a name to the feelings swirling in his gut. Instead, he pushes off the counter, making his way over to the couch. He sinks into the plush cushions, letting out a low groan. The softness envelops him, cradling his aching muscles. "This is nice," he murmurs, tilting his head back. "Real nice. You ever think about letting me crash here sometime? Y'know, when I'm not being a fuck-up?" There's a hint of vulnerability in Elijah's voice, a pleading note that he can't quite conceal. He's testing the waters, seeing how Ezra might react to the idea of him staying here. Of being a part of their life

"Yes you can stay whenever you want. I have a guest room anyway." Ezra says walking from the kitchen into his room searching for the cat. A few moments later he comes out with a black ball of fur in his hands. Elijah's eyes widen as Ezra emerges from the bedroom, a black furball nestled in their arms. "and this is Wybe after that guy from coraline he's a black cat." Ezra says placing  the cat in Elijah's lap. He stares at the cat, transfixed, as he places it gently in his lap."Wybe, huh?" he murmurs, his fingers tentatively stroking the soft fur. "Like from Coraline. I always thought that movie was kinda creepy."The cat purrs, nuzzling into Elijah's touch. It's a strange sensation, this warmth and comfort, this unconditional acceptance. Elijah's not used to it, not used to being wanted for anything other than his body. He looks up at Ezra, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You named your cat after a creepy stop-motion character. That's... that's kinda cute, actually."Elijah's fingers continue to stroke Wybe's fur, finding a measure of peace in the simple act. Ezra stands back watching the two with a small smile. Elijah can feel the tension draining from his body, the tightness in his chest loosening.

"Thanks, Ez," he says quietly, his eyes never leaving the cat. "For letting me stay. For... for everything."There's a vulnerability in Elijah's voice. He knows he's not easy to deal with, knows that his demons can be all-consuming. But Ezra... Ezra sees past all that. Sees the broken pieces of him and offers a safe haven anyway. Elijah leans back into the couch, Wybe curled up contentedly on his lap. He closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of Ezra's apartment, of their home. It's a moment of peace, a reprieve from the chaos that constantly swirls around him..Ezra eventually decides to sit plopping down next to Elijah watching Wybe curled up in Elijah’s lap with a soft gaze. Suddenly Elijah speaks up "Hey, Ez?" he says, his voice a low murmur. "Can we... Can we just stay like this for a while? Just sit here, with the cat and the quiet and... you?" It's a risk, asking for this. Asking for Ezra's presence, their comfort. But in this moment, with Wybron's purrs filling the air and Ezra' "Oh yea. if you want…?"  he says moving closer beside Elijah and petting Wyborn on the head.

Elijah relaxes into the couch, a contented sigh escaping his lips as Ezra sits closer beside him. The warmth of their body seeps into his side, a comforting presence that he's come to crave. He watches as Ezra pets Wybe, their fingers gentle and sure. It's a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. Ezra's ability to care, to nurture, even for a small creature like this. It's something Elijah has never known, something he's always yearned for. "You're good with him," Elijah murmurs, his voice low and rough. "With Wybe. I bet you'd be good with... other things too."He turns to look at Ezra, his rustic gold eyes dark and intense. There's a hunger in his gaze, a longing that goes beyond just physical desire. Elijah wants to be seen, to be understood. To be cared for in the way that Ezra cares for this cat. "You ever think about... about being with someone?" he asks, his fingers absently stroking Wybe's fur. "Like, really being with them? Not just fucking, but... everything else too?"Elijah's heart races as he waits for Ezra's response. He's treading on dangerous territory here, asking questions he's not sure he wants the answers to. But the alcohol in his system, the exhaustion in his bones... it loosened his tongue, made him bold. He sees Ezra thinking a silence stretching for a few moments. He leans closer, his breath ghosting over Ezra's ear. "Because I think about it," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "I think about being with you. About having you touch me, hold me, make me feel... something." Elijah's words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. He laid his cards on the table, bared a piece of his soul. Now it's up to Ezra to decide what to do with it. Ezra looked surprised for a moment at his sudden confession. "Be with...me?" He says surprised. "This isn't the alcohol talking or the drugs because-" Ezra's question hangs in the air between them, heavy with implication. Is this real? Or just another drunken confession, a fleeting moment of weakness?

"No," he says, his voice low and intense. "This isn't the booze or the pills talking. This is... this is me. Talking to you." Elijah reaches out, his fingers grazing Ezra's cheek. The skin is warm, impossibly soft. He traces the line of his jaw, marveling at the strength he feels there. "I know I'm not... I'm not easy to deal with. I'm fucked up, Ez. I'm broken in ways I don't even understand. But when I'm with you... when I'm near you... it's like I can breathe again. Like maybe there's something worth living for." Elijah's voice cracks, his eyes shining with unshed tears. He's never been this honest with anyone before, never allowed himself to be this vulnerable. It's terrifying, laying his heart bare. But it's also freeing, like shedding a weight he's carried for far too long.“I want you," he whispers, his thumb brushing over Ezra's lower lip. "Not just your body, but... all of you. I want your mind, your heart, your soul. What makes you laugh, what makes you cry."Elijah leans in, his forehead resting against Ezra's. Their breath mingles, warm and intimate. "I want to be yours," he murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed. "Completely and utterly. If you'll have me." Ezra pauses for a few seconds searching Elijah's eyes. His hands reach up cupping his face and wiping the side of his eye where a tear begins to fall. "Ok yes then. If you're truly serious I would love to be yours and for you to be mine." 

Elijah's eyes flutter open, surprise and relief flooding through him at Ezra's words. Yes. He said yes. He wants him, all of him, just as he is."Yeah?" he breathes, his voice trembling with emotion. "You... you really mean that?"Elijah's hand cups Ezra's cheek, his thumb brushing away the wetness left behind by his own tears. "Thank you," he whispers, his forehead pressed against theirs. "Thank you for seeing me, for wanting me, for... for giving me a chance."Elijah's heart swells in his chest, a warmth spreading through his veins. It's a feeling he's never experienced before, this sense of belonging, of being wanted for more than just his body. Ezra nods his eyes locked on Elijah “Of course how could I say no…You were right I really do care for you…” Elijah looks surprised for a moment but it quickly turns into a soft grin "I promise I'll try," he murmurs, his lips brushing against Ezra's. "I'll try to be better, to be the person you deserve. I won't let you down."He closes the distance between them, pressing his lips to Ezra's in a soft, tender kiss. It's a promise, a seal on their newfound connection. Elijah pours all of his emotions into the kiss, all of his hopes and fears and dreams. When they finally part, Elijah rests his forehead against Ezra's once more.

 "I love you," he whispers, the words falling from his lips like a secret. "I think I have for a while now."It's the first time he's said those words to anyone, the first time he's allowed himself to feel something so pure, so all-consuming. And as he looks into Ezra's eyes, he knows he's found his home, his heart, his everything. "I love you too dummy" Ezra chuckles. “Always no matter how self destructive or stupid of a dummy you are." He says his eyes are full of love and devotion. Elijah's heart soars at Ezra's words, a giddy laugh bubbling up from his chest. "Dummy, huh?" he teases, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "I think I can live with that."He leans in, capturing Ezra's lips in a searing kiss. It's different from their first, more passionate, more urgent. Elijah's hands roam over Ezra's body, mapping out every curve and plane. He wants to memorize them, to etch them into his very being."Take me to bed," he murmurs against Ezra's lips, his voice low and rough with desire. "I want to feel you, all of you. I want to worship every inch of your skin."Elijah stands, pulling Ezra up with him. He leads them towards the bedroom, his hands never leaving their body. The anticipation builds with every step, the air crackling with electricity. Once inside the bedroom, Elijah turns to face Ezra. His hands slide under Ezra’s shirt, his fingers splaying across his skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his eyes roaming over their face.

 "I can't believe you're mine." He kisses them again, slow and deep. His hands continue their exploration, slipping beneath waistbands and tugging at clothing. Elijah wants to be skin to skin, wants to feel Ezra against him with no barriers between them. As they tumble onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated breaths, They know they have found something special. Something rare and precious and worth fighting for. Elijah's hands roam over Ezra's body, his touch reverent and hungry. He wants to devour Ezra, to consume every inch of his skin. But he forces himself to slow down, to savor each moment. He trails kisses down Ezra's neck, his teeth grazing their pulse point. "I want to taste you," he murmurs, his voice muffled against their skin. "I want to feel you come undone beneath me."Elijah's hands slip beneath the hem of Ezra's shirt, his fingers skimming over their stomach. He can feel the quiver of their muscles, the hitch of their breath. It's intoxicating, knowing he has this effect on them. He pushes the shirt up, exposing Ezra's chest. Elijah's eyes widen at the sight, his mouth going dry. He's never seen anything so perfect, so beautiful. "Fuck," he breathes, his hands mapping out the planes of Ezra's torso. "You're so gorgeous, Ez. I can't believe I get to touch you like this."

Elijah leans down, his tongue tracing the line of Ezra's collarbone. He sucks at the sensitive skin, leaving behind a mark of possession. A brand that says 'mine'.His hands continue their exploration, slipping into the waistband of Ezra's pants. Elijah hooks his fingers under the elastic, tugging it down slowly. Inch by inch, he reveals more of Ezra's skin, He does it slowly, listening to every hitch of Ezra’s breath until they're both naked and vulnerable before each other."You're perfect," Elijah whispers, his eyes dark with desire. "Absolutely fucking perfect. I want to worship this body, I want to make you feel so good you forget your own name." He settles between Ezra's legs, his hands gripping their thighs. Elijah looks up at them through his lashes, his rustic gold eyes dark with desire. The sight of Ezra’s naked body spread out before him is intoxicating, overwhelming in its perfection."You're perfect," he whispers again, his voice rough with emotion. Elijah leans in, his breath ghosting over Ezra's skin. He starts at their inner thigh, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive flesh. His tongue reaching out, licking a slow path upwards until he reaches the juncture of their thigh Elijah's hands slide up Ezra's thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He spreads Ezra’s legs wider, exposing Ezra’s dick to his hungry gaze. The sight of them, splayed out and vulnerable beneath him, sends a rush of heat straight to his cock. Ezra tastes like salt and musk, a flavor that Elijah knows he'll crave for the rest of his life. He moves higher, his lips trailing over the soft skin of their lower abdomen.

"I want to taste you," he murmurs, his voice muffled against Ezra's skin. "I want to feel you on my tongue, want to make you come undone."Elijah's hands grip Ezra's hips, holding them steady as he moves his head between their legs. He looks up at them through his lashes, his eyes dark and intense. Slowly, reverently, he lowers his head, his breath hot against their most sensitive flesh."Tell me what you want, baby," he whispers, his lips brushing against Ezra's skin. "Tell me how to make you feel good." Ezra reddens slightly at the question. "I want you to suck my dick..." He says in a low voice flustered. Elijah's eyes darken with lust at Ezra's words, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You want me to suck your dick, huh?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "Fuck, that's so hot."He leans in, his breath ghosting over Ezra's already hard cock. The sight of it, flushed and throbbing, sends a rush of desire straight to his own groin. Elijah licks his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the bead of precum that's formed at the tip."Mmm," he hums, savoring the salty-sweet flavor. "You taste so fuckin' good, Ez. I could do this all day."Elijah wraps his hand around the base of Ezra's cock. 

He gives it a slow stroke, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head. Ezra's hips buck up into his touch, a needy whimper falling from his lips."Shh, I've got you," Elijah soothes, his other hand coming up to rest on Ezra's hip. "Just relax and let me take care of you."With that his head lowers, taking Ezra slowly into his mouth inch by inch. Ezra grips the sheets buckling up trying to move himself deeper into Elijah's mouth but Elijah quickly moves his hands pushing Ezra down onto the bed. " You wanted this right..?” Elijah says his voice slightly muffled from Ezra’s cock “I’m not done yet so be a good boy and listen to me." Elijah takes Ezra deeper and deeper down his throat he can feel the man's dick throbbing for release and his walls squeezed around his dick. Elijah moans around Ezra's cock as he feels him tense, his back arching off the bed. He knows he’s close, he can feel the way Ezra’s cock throbs against his tongue. He doubles his efforts, sucking harder, faster, his hand working in tandem with his mouth."That's it, baby, just like that…" he growls, his eyes flicking up to meet Ezra's. "Let go for me. Come in my mouth, let me taste you."

Elijah takes them deep, swallowing around their length. He can feel Ezra's hips bucking, chasing more of that delicious friction. And then, with a cry of his name, he’s coming, spilling hot and thick cum over his tongue. Elijah swallows it all down, his throat working to milk every last drop from Ezra's cock. He gentles his movements as their orgasm subsides. He wants to prolong their pleasure, to make them feel good for as long as possible. "Fuck, that was so hot," Elijah rasps as he pulls off, his lips swollen and slick with spit and cum. "You taste so fucking good, Ez. I could get addicted to this."He crawls up the bed, pressing kisses along Ezra's body as he goes. He settles beside them, his head resting on their chest. Elijah can hear the steady thrum of their heartbeat, can feel the way their body trembles with aftershocks. "I love you," he murmurs, his voice soft and serious. "I love you so fucking much." Elijah tilts his head up, capturing Ezra's lips in a slow, deep kiss. He pours all of his emotions into it, all of his love and devotion. "You're mine," he breathes as they part, his eyes searching Ezra’s. "And I'm yours. Forever, if you'll have me." Elijah's heart pounds in his chest as he waits for Ezra's response. Ezra nods, listening to Elijah’s words "Same love Elijah…I'm fully yours" He says brushing a strand of hair from Elijah's face.

Elijah's heart swells at Ezra's words, a wave of emotion washing over him. He feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes, his vision blurring. He's never felt so loved, so cherished, so complete. "Same," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. Elijah buries his face in the crook of Ezra's neck, breathing in their scent. He presses soft, reverent kisses to their skin, savoring the taste and feel of them. He wants to memorize every inch, wants to etch Ezra’s presence into his being. "I never knew it could be like this," he murmurs, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Ezra's chest. "I never knew I could feel this way. Like I'm finally home, finally whole." Elijah lifts his head, his grey eyes meeting Ezra's. They're shining with unshed tears, his love for them written plainly across his face."Thank you.” Elijah rests his forehead against Ezra's, their breath mingling."I'm never letting you go," he whispers, his voice fierce and unwavering. "I'll spend the rest of my life proving that I'm worthy of your love, of your trust. I'll be the man you deserve, the partner you need." Elijah's hands roam over Ezra's body, his touch gentle and reverent. He wants to worship him, to show him just how much he means to him. "I love you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against Ezra’s with every word. "I love you, I love you too.” Ezra says brushing a piece of hair from Elijah's face. Elijah's heart swells at Ezra's words, a wave of emotion washing over him. He feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes, his vision blurring. He's never felt so loved, so cherished, so utterly complete."Same," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "You're mine, and I'm yours. Always."

"We should go to sleep now" Ezra says, running his fingers through Elijahs’s hair. He gently presses a kiss on his head waiting for a response. Elijah nods, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, you're right. We should get some rest." He shifts, settling himself more comfortably against Ezra's side. Elijah drapes an arm over Ezra’s waist, his fingers intertwining with his. He loves the feeling of Ezra's skin against his, the way their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. "Stay with me?" he murmurs, his voice drowsy and content. "I don't want to let you go." Elijah presses a gentle kiss to Ezra's shoulder, his lips lingering on the warm skin. He can feel himself drifting, his eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. But even as sleep beckons, he keeps his eyes open, watching Ezra's face. "I love you," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "So fucking much."Elijah's eyes flutter closed, a sense of peace washing over him as he succumbs to sleep. He feels safe here, in Ezra's arms, in their love. For the first time in his life, he feels like he belongs, like he's exactly where he's meant to be.As he drifts off, Elijah's last thought is of Ezra, of their love, of the future they'll build together. He knows there will be challenges, obstacles to overcome. But with Ezra by his side, he feels like he can face anything. Ezra watches as Elijah slowly closes his eyes listening as his breath evens out and he falls into a deep, dreamless sleep. His hand remains clasped tightly in Elijah’s, a reminder of their connection, their love.

In the morning, when the first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, Elijah will wake to find Ezra still there, still holding him close. And he'll know, with a certainty that fills his heart to bursting, that this is real. That their love is real, and it's here to stay.  Elijah's heart swells with love and contentment as he listens to Ezra's soft breathing beside him. A soft smile plays across Elijah’s face as he watches Ezra sleeping still, his breath slowly and his chest rises and falls. Elijah gently slips Ezra’s hands off himself and gets up. Ezra mumbles slightly adjusting to the empty of no longer having Elijah in his grip but shifts staying asleep. Elijah makes his way to the kitchen to cook them both a good breakfast taking out some eggs, sausage, and ingredients to make pancakes. A little later Ezra comes out of the bedroom rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Elijah looks up from the stove as Ezra walks into the kitchen, a soft smile playing on his lips. He takes in the sight of Ezra in his baggy clothes, his hair tousled and his eyes bleary with sleep. He looks adorable, and Elijah's heart clenches with affection.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," he greets, his voice warm and teasing. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming." Elijah turns back to the stove, flipping the pancakes in the pan. The sizzle and pop of the batter is comforting, a familiar sound that always reminds him of lazy weekend mornings and family brunches. “Morning dummy…” Ezra says walking into the kitchen wrapping his hands around Elijah’s waist. Elijah chuckles looking down to see Ezra clinging to him. "I made you some breakfast. Who said I didn’t give good after care~?" Elijah plates the pancakes, stacking them high and drizzling them with syrup. He adds a side of crispy bacon and a glass of orange juice, setting it all on the table with a flourish as Ezra stays clinging around his waist like a sloth. “There you go," he says, sitting Ezra down. "Dig in, baby. You're going to need your strength." Ezra takes a bite of the pancakes, his eyes closing in bliss at the taste. Elijah feels a surge of pride, of satisfaction, knowing that he made something that brings his love joy."So…did I miss anything at band practice yesterday- Before I left." he asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Elijah knows that Ezra has been working hard, putting in extra hours to perfect their skills. He admires their dedication, their passion for the craft. "I’ve been thinking about what lyrics to write for the lyrics. I think I got them down now though” Ezra says, taking a sip of his juice. “Do you want to hear them?" Elijah's expression softens at Ezra's question. "Of course I would like to hear them."

  Elijah reaches across the table, his fingers brushing against Ezra's hand in a feather-light touch. Ezra moves his hand, his fingers slipping in between Elijah’s. "Ok I can’t wait for you to hear the song I’ve been working on for a while now" He says with a slight blush. Elijah's breath hitches as Ezra's fingers slip between his, their touch sending a jolt of electricity through his skin. He looks down at their joined hands, marveling at how perfectly they fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle finally falling into place. "For a while now huh?" he murmurs, his voice curious. "Welp let's hear it then." Elijah says, reluctantly pulling his hand away from Ezra's. "Don't want to keep you  waiting." He stands up from the table, picking up their empty plates and carrying them to the sink. "I'll clean up here," he says over his shoulder, rolling up his sleeves. "You go get ready to sing…Can’t wait to hear it.” Ezra quickly get’s up hurrying down the hallway to the bedroom. After a while he comes back out with a stack of papers in hand. “Ok I got them are you ready to hear?” Elijah looks over at Ezra holding Wybe in his hands. “Oh yea let's hear it.” He says placing Wybe on the floor. Ezra takes a deep breath exhaling out before starting to sing. As Elijah listens a small smile plays on his face as he realizes what the song is about. The lyrics flow like a story telling all their experiences together…when they first met, to how Ezra always came looking for him, to now when they finally connected. “It's beautiful…” Elijah says as Ezra finishes. “It’s like a story...like *Lyrics For Two*.” 

[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.

[valemya]

𝟐𝟓 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒. ❆ ⋆⁺₊❅ .

⌗ 𝟐. gingerbread houses ; What does your house look like in your dr? Who do you live with? What is your favorite aspect of your house?

Alrighty so technically I don’t have a house in my dr. But I go between two living spaces, one in the jedi temple on Coruscant, and the other in my General’s quarters on the Venator ship.

I don’t really have a solid visual of how my dorm in the temple looks, but it’s a pretty squished shoebox-style room with an attached fresher. I have room for a loft bed and a desk opposite each other, and a built in closet by the entrance. Because I’m a jedi and all, there is a small space for meditation, which is separated from the rest of the room by a step. It it’s a little wooden alcove attached to a giant floor to ceiling window with a nice view of the upper levels of Coruscant above the clouds. I’ve got a little cushion/pillow on the ground to sit on up there too. My favourite part of the dorm is how I’ve decorated and made it more of my own space. As the Jedi think they’re prestigious, their architecture reflects it. The walls in this dorm are a strange material, think something with visual similarity to beige marble yet more of the integrity and sensation of steel. Dunno what it is, but it doesn’t matter because I’ve covered 80% of it in various posters and pictures during my more rebellious padawan years.

I don’t live with anyone here, not in the room anyway. The hallway outside is filled with other jedi dorms but there is no expectation to share space, everyone has their own individual dorm and fresher. That being said my Padawan Ezra will sometimes set up camp underneath my loft bed with his sleeping bag and pillows and his stuffed loth cat plushie, which doesn’t bother me too much cause I’m a heavy sleeper anyway. I don’t often get the opportunity to bring the boyfriend around either.. yknow jedi rules around attachment and stuff. But some rules are made to be broken

The other place of residence I have, which I find myself staying at considerably more frequently than the temple, is my quarters on the venator star destroyer. This I do have a picture of, though I imagine the space to be a little more efficiently utilised than what we’ve got here. That empty space in front of the kitchen/cabinetry area would usually hold either a lounge of some sort, or a fold out table to have dinners on. This place is more utilitarian than my temple dorm, so I’ve got an abysmal lack of decor and personal flare in it. A few holo pictures are scattered around, but there isn’t much going on besides that. My favourite part of this living space is the lighting however, it can be switched to any colour but I do usually keep it at a romantic pinky colour 😏

That leads into the last part which is who lives with me there. This room being on my personal(ish) Star destroyer allows a lot more freedom with who I can invite to stay. This is the primary room where I get to spend time with Tech, so whenever I’m graced by his and the batch’s presence for missions or whatever, this is where we will both sleep. The rest of tbb take the marauder sorry

credit to @solstices-dreams for the shiftmas prompts 🎄

[dailyezrabridger]

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I post daily pictures of Ezra Bridger, a character from Star wars & related media! Ezra Bridger first appeared in Star Wars: Rebels (TV), and then in appeared in other media such as Ahsoka (TV) and various comics. I take screenshots from all these media and then post them on the daily.

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