#thread: ezra

[inspisart]

very happy with ezra's live-action casting and look

[the-gabardine-fox]

The patches arrived and they turned out really well! Loving that gold thread!! Still have a couple available for purchase!

[tobytost]

failing communication

[awsok]

I feel the path forward is clouded.

[windblume-violet]

5 days until Getian arrives.... my account is SO ready

[chaosandcrimson]

LOCATION: The Book Nook FOR: Ezra James ( @scryptids )

"All I'm saying is that we could totally crowdfund it," Kyra said, picking a book off the shelf and idly skimming through it. It wasn't the first time she had brought up adapting one of Ezra's novels into an indie film and it probably wouldn't be the last either. "You'd still write the script, but we'd have more creative control without a studio demanding this or that. I love my job, but I don't know if I'd trust Kismet with your work."

[scryptids]

location: the hidden marigold

closed starter for: @chaosandcrimson (julie)

when not at home, it was a safe bet that you could find ezra at the hidden marigold. something about the restaurant was almost too inviting, and she knew everyone by first name, often greeting them as soon as she stepped inside. the consequences she faced, however, was that her diet consisted of chips, salsa, and guacamole. most would argue that she couldn't survive off of those things alone, but ezra would argue that she could, and she'd do it proudly. sitting at a table with julie now, ezra gently shoved the basket towards her friend, eyeing it almost suspiciously. "get these away from me," she teased, making an X with her fingers. "y'all make them with magic, i swear."

[evocatiive]

@neveraftcr liked this for a starter / based on this

His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, and a copper, metallic taste tickles the top of his mouth. An all-encompassing ache begins to blossom in Seonho's bruised and battered body, but he pushes forward anyway to ensure that the other remains unharmed, gentle hands searching over their form. "I'm glad you're okay," he breathes out in relief after inspecting them and confirming that they hadn't sustained the same level of injuries that he had. That's all that matters to him. That they are alright. A smile blooms across his split lips, his shoulders shaking with the remnants of adrenaline and shock.

[exmcrtis]

location: outside of huntsville daily

atatus: open!

ezra's breaks always consisted of her pacing back and forth, her teeth gnawing idly at her fingers. she always looked like she was deep in thought, but the truth was that her pacing usually kept people away, always giving her a wide berth so they could avoid her. today was apparently different, as when she looked up from her blank daze, her eyes met another person's.

"i'm wearing a hole in the sidewalk, i know. at least it's not as severe as the one in the middle of town, right? if you step in this one, you won't immediately meet your doom."

[withbeasts]

the phone rings too many times before it's finally answered. the silence after his hello, how are you, what are you doing, the question mark on the other end practically hangs in the air.

" aren't we friends? " shilah laments, dropping down into the chair. ( jo and roman are busy. he is in la, dealing with work matters. ) " can't a friend ring up a friend to pass the time? "

@bluedprints.

[backmaskcd]

closed starter for @exmcrtis (ezra) location: icarus' place

He had yet to show her where he had been living when he wasn't visiting her at the b&b. Something about this moment made Icarus feel nervous, like they hadn't been living together before their relationship took an unexpected hiatus. The last five years felt like a lifetime, but things between him and Ezra felt exactly the same (just with some new bonus trauma). But since they had been talking about living together again, Icarus wanted her to know the place he picked out when he first moved in was still an option.

"I know it's not really much to look at; maybe it's too small, I don't know." He was standing in the doorway while Ezra surveyed the space, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I just wanted to show you the place I had before we decided to pick something new. Less moving stuff, you know?" Not that either of them had that much stuff to begin with.

[brckenprcmises]

Starter // @frozcnlight

Ezra was having a slow day, almost hoping he'd run into someone that could use help so he'd have something to do. He hadn't slept, figuring if he didn't find something soon that he'd go home and try, but the concept didn't seem appealing. The small apartment was depressing, and it's not like he'd actually fall asleep anyways. He needed to be almost to the point of passing out to be willing to rest, it not being something that he did willingly very often.

He stopped a few feet from a girl, a natural beauty evident about her, long blonde hair flowing as he watched her for a moment. Her arms were full, almost to the point of dropping something on the ground. His legs moved before his brain caught up, grabbing stuff from her arms to help lighten her load.

"Lead the way, my arms are yours for now."

[brkwingss]

Status: Ezra ( @bulletpro0f ) Location: A Little Cafe (somewhere)

It was an off day which meant Ricardo would usually spend his day doing some odd jobs for neighbors (fixing broken things, car maintenance work, raking the leaves for the old lady next door, etc) or holed up inside of his home just being a lazy person for a bit. Today he didn't have much going on and he decided to use the day for a bit of random exploring around the city. Because, why not? But, of course, no day for Ricardo would be complete without his cup of coffee. Today he decided to stop at a local cafe to grab a cup before heading off on his adventure. Another thing he wasn't too used to doing was having headphones in his ears, listening to his music, allowing him to be able to block the world around him and get lost in one of his own.

He was so wrapped up in the music that he hadn't noticed that when he went to reach for his order, he had actually reached for the order of another person instead. It wasn't until he had taken a sip of the coffee had he realized the error of his ways which then caused him to both wince (because he wasn't expecting the caramel flavor, he had ordered a plain dark coffee) and to finally take one of the headphones out of his ears. "Ugh." He groans, clearing his throat a bit, turning to look at the person next to him, "caramel latte? Sorry I thought it was my order. Allow me to get you another one, please?" However the second his eyes registered who the person was, Ezra, he instantly frowned and let out a sigh of frustration. "Oh. Nevermind."

[adorajpg]

@weedzkiller cont. thread

ezra wonders if its doubt that lies under her thoughts as seunhwa stands in front of her . she can tell he’s nervous, even if only slightly so . her heart hammers in her chest, something tightening along with it as he continues, trying instead to focus on the flowers he lists . ezra likes to think she’s good at reading people, at least to some extent, always struggling a bit more if it regarded her, and now she finds herself wondering if perhaps she’d misread something, brushed off for now as she began to jot down what they described . they pause for a moment, letting their eyes flutter shut as if to put together the bouquet in her head, nodding a little before she’s smiling once more . “ are you thinking baby’s breath maybe ? or maybe lilies of the valley ? ” she’s briefly distracted, breath held for a moment as she loses herself in his gaze before she’s shaking herself out of it once more . “ they’re rather delicate though . ”

[starlessleep]

SIMON MUHN ☆ EZRA SHAW

"That is the ugliest looking thing I have ever seen."

@buriedwithit

[jessicas-pi]

Some people kill their darlings. Me, personally? I mortify my blorbos. sounds like a very interesting fic that would probably vaporize me with secondhand embarrassment easily, so im very curious about it

YEEEHAAA

Okay okay so this scene, which I have temporarily dubbed In Which Tristan Steals Half A Letter And Mandalorian Sibling Rivalries Get A Little Violent, is from the very beginning of Paint Bombs, Pixie Cuts, And Elopement, and it is only the first of MANY increasingly mortifying situations!!

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Sabine had been so distracted, she hadn’t realized she was no longer the only person in her library.

Tristan had breezed in, settled down in her abandoned spot on the lounge, and picked up the letter from Ezra.

“Hey! That’s personal!” she snapped, jumping up and snatching it from him.

Her brother looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.

“What does that mean?”

Sabine stomped back over to her desk and sat down, pulling out a second sheet of paper. “It means that it’s my business, not yours.”

“As your older brother, I think it is my business. After all, you’ve been sending a concerning amount of letters to him, and you won’t let anyone else see his replies.”

“Because it’s personal,” she repeated, not bothering to explain that out of the last six letters she’d sent, he only bothered to reply to the last one, and not very nicely, either.

“Which is exactly why we’re all worried.” She hunched her shoulders and focused on writing.

She was a few paragraphs in when he spoke again. “And it looks like I was right to be worried, because this, little sister, is a pretty compromising letter.”

Sabine blinked, bewildered. “Compromising?” She turned around in her seat and let out a furious cry. That letter—it had had two pages, and Tristan must have let her only snatch the first page without her noticing, because he had the second one in his hand now. “Tristan!”

“Oh, yes, very compromising. I quote—” He held up the letter and read aloud. “It was so nice of you to use all those tender words in your last message to me—have you been writing love notes?”

What she had been writing was a horribly rude letter where she called Ezra every name she could think of, and he’d got sarcastic over it in his reply, which Tristan had to know because the next sentence of that letter was a few of those phrases quoted, but he was apparently being a very selective reader now.

So, Sabine didn’t explain, and just stood, clenching her jaw. “Give me that, and get out of my library.”

He just reclined on the lounge, grinning and kicking his feet up. “You know, I’ve had a few… ah… romantic escapades, in my time. I can be trusted with a secret. So confide in me. Exactly what sweet nothings have you been writing to your adoring Prince?”

“Give it to me and get out, Tristan!”

“Should I make some guesses?” Tristan asked, jumping to his feet to avoid the sofa pillow she hurled at him. Sabine followed him, advancing slowly, fists clenched. “I bet he sends you long letters about his earnest and eternal love, and you send him back coquettish garbage acting like you don’t understand anything he says, so he’ll say it to you again.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she snapped, snatching at the sheet of paper that he held away from her.

“Oh, no, it happens all the time. I’ve fallen for it myself. I still have the letters I got from my old sweetheart when I was your age, if you need proof. Or reference materials for the next time you write—I’m sure the little minx wouldn’t mind you borrowing a few of her shameless hints for your own flirtation.”

“It’s not a flirtation!”

“My bad,” Tristan sang, dodging around a chair so it was between the two of them, and moving side to side in time with her to keep it that way. “But in my defense, I had no idea you and he were serious.”

“We’re not!”

“When did you two first get an understanding?”

“We don’t have one!”

“Now that I look back—this all started last summer, when we were in Jedha, didn’t it? He must have been trying to win your heart then, and I can only assume you strung him along for weeks like the sadistic little witch you are, before you gave in.”

She cursed at him, no longer cold from the drafty walls but so warm she felt like she was crawling out of her own skin. She didn’t know if it was from the excitement of finally getting the letter, the heat of the fire, or the flustered burning in her face, and she didn’t really care.

“I may regret asking this,” Tristan said without a trace of regret, whatsoever, at all, in a million years. “But how did ol’ Prince Di’kut manage to woo you? Did he act gallant and noble and play at courting you? Or was this a…” Tristan wiggled his eyebrows and leaned in to whisper, momentarily dropping his guard. “A passionate-midnight-meetings sort of affai—”

Sabine’s fist connected with his nose.