#root pearl

[cottoncandysprite]

Shes just like me fr

[cubedmango]

group poses

[hermitshell]

Catching up on drawings I couldn't do during wild life #1

[cosmicwhoreo]

she's showing you her new pet chihuahua-

I realized I have not been feeding my blacaviar crowd in so long.... So Might as well post a bit of what I drew of them in my downtime from comms and junk.

[something-tofightfor]

You might want to refresh your memory of this story before later tonight.

Root Pearl Masterlist

Updated 10/8/2022

A ‘root pearl’ is another name for an aurelac gem, and the most precious part of the whole plant. These pearls are valuable, vary in size and clarity, and need to be handled carefully in order to be worth anything of value.

One wrong move can compromise the entire thing, rendering it worthless in an instant.

Prospect AU featuring Musician Ezra

Female reader insert

It takes place in a sort of Prospect/real life hybrid universe. (Wanted a familiar setting, need more futuristic options for medical devices)

Cee is aged up to be 18, but Ezra is around the same age he was in the movie.

Told via alternating POVs

Intro 

1

2 //  Cee and Reader meet for dinner (art by @stealyourblorbos)

3 

4 

Extras: 

Ezra’s singing/performance style

[pickastitch]

just watched gem's mccp24 and girlie took a SIGH of relief after cyan won

[amaranthdahlia]

maya is their biggest supporter/shipper frrrr

[pokemon-cards-hourly]

[dailypearldoodles]

Day 521

This week's outside Pearl is from @justl-12 !! Her SL!Pearl design was actually what kinda inspired me to design Pearl a little differently because like, I love her Pearl. Scrappy lil gal. Love the flower details and whole vibe, especially her hair oooh its cute

[insomnious-illustrations]

Finally finished Steven Universe Future!

[christopher067]

ohhhhhhhhhhh 2016 era chokers are sooooo back 🙂‍↕️

also these nails are coming this wednesdayyyyy to patreon ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

[taya-ki]

Study of one of the wc ace attorney promo arts that I liked hehe

[weedle-testaburger]

honestly people insisting that if you see a character without a canon sexuality as attracted to genders besides the same gender you're doing something bad are biphobic and there's no getting around that

[ellena-asg]

Ay, Hector, Hector. Jack fooled you, huh? Killing James Norrington was never an option. If you could have seen it:

you would have known that 😉

[loupy-mongoose]

Hm. The Starlys sure are nuts today.

The untamed twittering of the birds sounded far more plentiful than normal to the boy. He glanced around, tilting his red hat to better block the morning sun from his slate-colored eyes.

So, where is it? It's here somewhere...

Ah!

He found what he was after, nestled in the tall grass near the lake's edge.

The briefcase.

He picked it up, grunting with effort.

Then, he heard a new sound.

A small sound, like...

A baby Pokemon?

Is that what the Starlys are so riled up about?

He set the briefcase near the path leading back home, and carefully began searching among the trees, straining his ears should the sound happen again. He readied a Pokeball.

Trusting his gut feeling, he followed the Starlys' chatter. They were definitely interested in SOMEthing over here...

He gasped at what he found, and fumbled for his radio.

“...where more Rangers have arrived, and are fighting to get it under control. There has been no news yet on how it started or if there are any casualties, but there is suspicion about a large structure--”

The TV was switched off.

“Hoenn's in a bad spot today, it seems,” The man muttered to a Lucario lying nearby. At his words, she stretched, yawning widely. “I hope they can get that sorted out quickly." He walked to his kitchen table and sipped from his tea cup.

Suddenly, his radio buzzed to life. The voice from the other end was abnormally unsettled. “Uh... P-Professor?”

The man grew serious as he held the button to reply. “Trouble, Lucas?”

“Uhh... N-Not reeeaally... I got the briefcase, but... Uh...” An anxious inhale sounded. “There's a man out here.”

“A man? You have the Piplup on hand, yes? Are you in danger?”

“No no no, I... Uh, no, he's... Not dangerous, I don't think. He's... He's unconscious... and...” The boy's voice cracked, and there was another breath. The man barely heard the next word. “N-naked.”

At this, the Professor's brows furrowed. “Is he injured?” He started toward his bedroom.

The response was quick and squeaky. “I don't know, I'm not gonna stare at a naked guy in the middle of the woods, Professor!”

The Professor couldn't help an inward chuckle at his flustered assistant. “Is he at least breathing?” He grabbed a couple large blankets from the closet, found a first-aid kit, and went to pull on his coat.

“Uh...” The radio went silent for a second. “...Y-yeah. He's breathing normally.”

The Professor nodded to himself. “Alright. I'll be there soon, Lucas. Keep Piplup at the ready in case any wild Pokemon get too involved.”

He went into his lab and explained to the top aide where he was going. He grabbed a Pokeball.

“Aye aye, Professor. And, uh... S-sorry... For, uh...”

“I understand. This is a very unusual occurrence. You've done fine, my boy.”

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(I hope that subject matter isn't too, uh... weird for people. Just so we're clear, I will never do anything overtly nude. I may imply it, but never depict it. Aside from, you know, Pokemon.)

Here we go, starting a whole new chapter!

From here we're gonna be following my playthrough of Shining Pearl that I did with my shinies and Mews. It won't be a perfect match to what happened in-game, it'll just loosely follow the same steps.

Disclaimer: This is my interpretation of the BDSP story and characters. Anyone is perfectly free to disagree with how I handle things, but please respect my decisions as the storyteller here.

If anyone wants to ask about any specific moments of this arc, I'm willing to break chronology UNTIL ETERNA CITY. A very important event happens there, so I don't want to go beyond it in story telling.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

ROOT PEARL EZRA OWNS MY WHOLE ENTIRE HEART AND THIS RIGHT HERE IS A PRISTINE EXAMPLE OF WHY.

I love this man in any iteration. But this version of him - an Ezra who did have it all before the accident and the loss of his arm, and not someone who was barely getting by on gutter jobs and cheap contracts - hits different. Especially now that he’s on the road to recovery and to having more than he ever did before in his relationship with Reader. The fact that he tells the story that he does and relates it to himself (even titling a song after it - a detail that I simply LOVE so much) shows that he’s fully aware of how at times in the past he was selfish and greedy and didn’t appreciate all that he had.

But he surely does, now. Now he’s got someone that he loves with all his heart and wants by his side. Now he’s got someone who’s absence in the bed wakes him up. Now he’s got someone he wants to hold in both arms and now, he can. I love this moment between them, the rest of the world (or at least their world, there on the bus - ahhhhh he took her on tourrrrrrr!) is quiet and sleeping and it’s just the two of them wrapped up in a blanket and … gosh. I, too, would tell him to just keep telling stories because listening to him talk and being so close and feeling him right there and all those little temple kisses and finger trailing touches … it’s like they say, you know you’re in love when being awake is better than dreaming. Or something. Idk. Being with Ezra is better than dreaming. For certain.

This whole AU is EVERYTHING. I’m behind on reblogging (and screaming about) the main story, but if you haven’t read Root Pearl yet, you’re severely missing out. This Ezra is so fucking swoon worthy and Rachael is doing so much right by him. So go do yourselves a favor and read - or reread - this incredible story.

I have an ask for weekend writing!

EZRA and MYTH

Ok, this was another fun one that definitely got away from me. THANK YOU for sending it over.

This is Root Pearl Ezra and Reader, but it can also be read as a standalone if necessary.

WC: 1,007

It was still dark out. 

He had no idea what time it was, only that they’d been on the road for what felt like hours - and you were gone. She cannot be far. 

Pushing himself upright, Ezra climbed out of his bunk and made his way slowly down the narrow aisle toward the front of the bus, everything up there also bathed in the low light from the bulbs built into the ceiling. 

That included you - curled up on one of the bench seats with a blanket around your shoulders and the corner of it folded between your cheek and the glass. “Did I wake you up, Ezra?” You didn’t even need to turn to see him, and he caught a ghost of a smile in the reflection your face on the glass. “I’m sorry.” 

“Your absence did.” He stepped closer, easing down onto the seat next to you and pulling you away from the window and toward his body with his left arm “I was used to sleeping alone while we toured, and now …” 

“You missed me?” Adjusting your position, you draped your legs over his and wrapped him in the blanket, too. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep and I figured me moving around would bother you.” 

Tilting his head down, Ezra kissed your temple and then wrapped his right arm around your waist, fingertips trailing over your belly. I’ll never get used to the feeling of being able to do this again. “It wouldn’t have.” He sighed, lifting his feet and resting them on the bench across from where you were, easing himself down a few inches. You turned your head inward, lips finding the side of his throat as you tightened your hold on him. “How can I help you sleep, Pearl?” 

You held him even tighter at the use of your nickname, and Ezra sighed, kissing the top of your head. It makes me just as happy to say it. “Tell me a story, Ezra.” It was no secret that you enjoyed the sound of his voice almost as much as Ezra enjoyed using it, and so he nodded, his fingertips stroking idly over your side and shoulder. 

“Alright. I believe I am capable of that.” He thought for a few minutes, not wanting to just rehash an old tour story or something about his own life. I’ve got it. “Are you familiar with the stories of Earth? The ones told as tales to children as they grew?” 

“Some of them.” You sighed, your fingertips creeping up and into the ends of his hair that curled against the nape of his neck. “Fairy tales and -”

“No, not those. Those are children’s stories. I’m talking about the ones that were parts of history.” 

“Maybe.” You yawned, the movement of your fingers stilling briefly. “Refresh my memory, Ezra.” 

He nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he ran through as many of the stories that he’d read as a child and while doing research for writing albums as he could, trying to think of the right one. “I’ll keep going until you tell me to cease my speech, but …” He curled his fingers against your side, lowering his voice further. “Have you ever heard the story of the greedy King that wished for everything he touched to turn to gold?” 

“Nope.” You kissed the base of his throat, your breath fanning out over his skin. “I haven’t.” 

It was a story that was relevant to his own life and his earliest behaviors on the road, and one that Ezra knew well - and so he continued, the movement of his hand beginning again at the same time his words did. 

“Not only was he very greedy, but King Midas was also a foolish man, unhappy with what he had been given, even though he’d been blessed with far more in his life than so many others.” Ezra paused to take a breath. “Though self-centered, the story is that one day, he treated the companion of a god with great kindness, and was given a wish in return.” 

“Bet he wasted it.” He surely did. You sighed, the tilt of your head allowing you to press your ear against the thin material of his shirt, straight over his heart. “I probably would have.”

“He didn’t think so, not at first.” Ezra smiled briefly. “He wished that everything he touched would turn to gold. Unlimited wealth, unlimited bargaining power. It wouldn’t matter whether or not his people loved him or respected him. He would be able to buy whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted to.” Ezra sighed. “But it was a curse as much as it was a gift, and Midas soon became unhappy. He could no longer drink, no longer eat, no longer touch his loved ones, and so he begged for things to be reversed before he wound up completely alone - or starved to death.” 

“Couldn’t he have paid for people to feed him?” You looked up, Ezra glancing down to stare into your eyes. “He wouldn’t have touched anything, but -”

“Maybe.” Ezra shrugged. “That would have been one solution. But luckily the same god that granted the wish told him how to cure himself of it, and so Midas did just that, washing himself in a river and ridding himself of the Golden Touch.” 

“That’s one of your song titles.” You murmured the words, your smile growing. “Ezra, you -”

“Indeed it is.” He leaned down, settling his mouth against yours. “There’s a lot to be learned from a story like that one.” You held him in place as he moved to back off, and so he kissed you again, the man’s teeth gently biting down on your lower lip before he let go. There’s a lot to be learned from a lot of things, actually. 

You stared up at him in the darkness, the look in your eyes much more alert than it had been only moments earlier. “Tell me another, Ezra. Tell me as many as you want to.” 

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