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The grief @save-mohamed-family has suffered is endless. We can all work together to at least make sure he doesnât suffer more loss. Weâre nearly at the end â the family has to evacuate basically NOW as Iâm writing this or within the next day. Letâs make sure itâs successful to the best of our ability.
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Nine Lives (witch's familiar!Ezra x witch!f!reader) - Part 5
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SERIES MASTERLIST
pairing: witch's familiar!Ezra x witch!f!reader
rating: E MDNI
summary: As you came into your powers and your curves filled in, Ezra realized he feelings for you were more than just affection. The only problem? He's a 300 year old crused witch. Oh, and he's a cat.
contents: age gap (like 300 years), alcohol, yearning masturbation, vegan slander, moth never uses y/n.
wc: 6.2k
a/n: Today feels like a really rough day in the US so I wanted to share this new chapter. Hopefully it'll take your mind off things. I've had a really really hard time writing this chapter. Really glad I stuck with it and struggled through. Could not have done this without input and beta from @moonlitbirdie @schnarfer and @whocaresstillthelouvre. Thank you my little witches!
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With Margotâs reprieve, life with Ezra becomes the new normal. Weeks pass and heâs slotted into your day to day so easily. Grocery shopping, breakfast at the cafe down the street. He comes to work with you. Except now, instead of lounging on top of a dusty bookshelf, he helps man the cash register.Â
Despite your auntâs insistence that she would not under any circumstances be involved with this âconspiracyâ (her word), she had pointed you in the direction of a vieling spell that would keep Ezraâs transformation under wraps. You and he cast the ward around town hoping it might buy some time but youâll have to come clean eventually.
âBy Yuletide, youâd better come up with a proper appeal,â Aunt Margot said. âPeople will ask questions if youâre absent and Iâm not going to lie.â
Thereâs still time and so you choose to enjoy this secret, this new chapter with Ezra.
Youâre smiling to yourself as you climb the stairs to the second floor of the Page with a book in your hands. Itâs an antique school primer someone just brought in for Margot to appraise. Nothing special except that the little darling that once owned it filled the margins with dirty limericks and pencil sketchings of cock and balls. Some things never change, no matter what century it is. Ezra will get a kick out of it. He probably knows a few lewd poems himself.Â
You hang back when you find him beside the front window. Soft morning light falls over the angular planes of his face. Thereâs a divot in the center of his throat just visible above the collar of his olive sweatshirt that always catches your eye. You still havenât quite gotten used to the fact that your old pal Ezra is so damn handsome. Not that youâre attracted to him. Heâs just attractive. Youâve reminded yourself of the distinction between that many times over the past few weeks.Â
But itâs not the cast of the sun that has you hesitating. Ezraâs talking to a customer, his crooked smile revealing the dimple in his cheek, with a tarot deck in his hands.
âAnd it was the exact image Iâd seen when I took ayahuasca,â she says. âThe four of cups.â
âWell, cards are certainly prophetic,â he says, his voice edging on a tease.Â
You know herâ Zoeâs a regular. She moved into town after backpacking through South America, and waitresses at the diner. She comes in to buy crystals from time to time and sheâs good for business. Ever since the diner got written up as one of the âhidden gems of the Catskills,â she sends more and more of her customers over to the Page.Â
Sheâs been stopping in even more recently, the shopâs newest doe-eyed employee obviously her motivation. Twice a week you find her in conversation with Ezra. In fact, sheâs given up the pretense that sheâs actually shopping for anything anymore.Â
âHave you ever had your aura photographed?â she asks.Â
âNo. A picture of me is a rare thing, indeed,â he says.Â
Zoeâs the exact kind of mortal Ezra detestsâ always talking about âgetting into wiccaâ as if magic is a hobby she can try onâ but sheâs beautiful. She has hazel eyes and razor sharp cheekbones. Her slim arms are tattooed with delicate talismen and her haircuts seamlessly straddle the border between chic and edgy.Â
âI know a place down in Woodstock where you can get it done. Next time Iâm going, maybe you can tag along,â she offers.Â
Thereâs a sparkle in Ezraâs eye that makes your chest tight.
You retreat to the stairs before you hear his answer. The sensation building in you is a stab, a flare of something bitter and dark. Youâre not sure why youâre jealous because you donât have feelings for Ezra. Okay, maybe a little crush. But youâve got that in check. Youâre not going to fall for your best friend just because he woke up with the most handsome face youâve ever seen.
And youâre definitely not intimidated by Zoeâs waif-like frame and heavily lidded eyes. Next to her, you look like an ogre. But why would you need to compare yourself to her? And why shouldnât Ezra get to bang a goddess when he has a mouth that should be sculpted in marble? Â
You realize how ridiculous this train of thought is becoming so you shove it down as tightly as you can, actually shaking your head as though this insanity might tumble out of your ear.
âYou okay?âÂ
Zoeâs standing in front of you at the register, the tarot deck set on the counter between you.
âYouâre buying something,â you say, though itâs more of a question than a statement.
âThis deck has a really good vibe,â she tells you. âEzra picked it out.â
Hearing her say his name, youâre like a cat with its hair standing on end.Â
âHeâs got the same name as your cat. Isnât that funny,â she notes.
âI see how you look at him,â you say. Itâs not meant to come out as an accusation but thereâs a bite to your words you werenât expecting. Youâre being ridiculous so you decide to prove to yourself once and for all that your feelings are strictly platonic. The faster you see Ezra with someone, the quicker this little crush will die.Â
Luckily, Zoe doesnât notice it. âThat obvious, huh?â
âYou should take him for a drink. Heâd like that,â you say. Something like relief comes over you. Obviously youâre not jealous. If you were, you wouldnât have tried to set him up.
âYou think so?â she asks, glancing back towards the stairs. âI tried to give him my number but he told me he doesnât have a phone.â
You try to keep yourself from laughing at what a devastating rejection that would be if it weren't true.
âHe actually doesnât,â you say.
âReally?âÂ
You shrug.
She nods. âThatâs smart. The EMF really messes with your brainwaves.â
âHm,â you say with a noncommittal nod. âWell, Iâll have him send you a letter or something.â
â
Ezra used to trot down the stairs of the bookstore. Now he has to duck to keep his head from smacking into the shelf that hangs over the doorframe.Â
Itâs taken some time to get used to his body again but after these few weeks, heâs navigating the world with ease. Ezra hasnât felt this happy in hundreds of years. Heâs doing magic for the first time in a long time and he spends his days working in the bookstore. Itâs oddly enjoyable even despite the fact that itâs dull and full of silly mortals. Best of all, thereâs you.Â
He still canât comprehend how lucky he is to be given this gift. To be yours. Even if he isnât anymore, not beholden by the fetters of a familiar, heâll never stop thinking of himself as belonging to you.Â
Youâre smiling at him as he comes to the counter and he has to resist the urge to nuzzle his head into your shoulder as he used to greet you. If thereâs one thing he misses about being a cat, itâs your scratching behind his ears.
âI got you a date with her,â you say.
âThe vegan?â Ezra asks.
âYeah,â you say with a laugh. âThe vegan that you shamelessly flirt with.â
Ezra furrows his brow. He was once quite the charmer but he hasnât intended to do anything more than amuse himself. Over and over, this woman batted her eyelashes at him and Ezra carefully demurred each time. She was pretty. Perhaps some time ago he would have liked to bed her but he has no designs on her now, not when he falls asleep swimming in the scent of your skin each night.
âYou shouldnât have done that,â he says.
âWhy not? Sheâs so into you,â you reply.
Ezra says nothing because his answer would give it all away. Instead he grabs a handful of bookmarks decorated with pressed flowers and busies himself putting them on a table on the other side of the room.Â
âYouâve been celibate for how long?â you go on, following behind.
âNo need for reminders.âÂ
âWe need to get you laid!â you say so helpfully. âAre you blushing?â
If Ezraâs red in the face, itâs only because heâs realizing what a fool heâs being. Youâre ready to send him off to another while heâs madly in love with you. He shouldnât be surprised. He couldnât expect that you were going to suddenly leap into his arms with any of the enthusiasm Zoeâs shown him. Maybe he thought there was some chance, some faint hope that you could belong just as much to him.Â
But this makes your feelings so clear. Youâre not interested. Youâre ready to pawn him off on some ridiculous mortal.
âWhatâs wrong? She too young for you or something?â you tease.Â
Zoe is, no doubt, attractive and sheâd made it clear that sheâs ready to take him to bed, both facts that should have elated him. The problem was, she wasnât you. And you were someone heâd never have.Â
âI can manage my own matchmaking,â he grumbles. He moves on to a stack of books, straightening their spines though theyâre hardly askew. Anything to keep himself from looking at you, being reminded that youâre off limits.
âEz, sheâs been throwing herself at you.âÂ
âI suppose in my time Iâve learned to savor the hunt.âÂ
âOh please. You used to eat out of my hand. You should be thanking me,â you say.Â
Thanking you for pushing him into the arms of another. His despair calcifies into a rotten resentment. You donât want him, you never will.Â
âIâd much prefer it if you didnât involve yourself,â he says. Itâs nearly impossible to keep the venom out of his voice.
You scoff. In the corner of his eye, youâre frowning. âOkay. If Iâd known you were going to be such a dick about it, I wouldnât have bothered,â you say, and then you turn around shaking your head and walk away.
He watches you stomp into the next room, regret flooding him. He shouldnât be so mean, not to you, but the damage has been done. Thereâs hardly time to think about it because Margot is breezing in from the back door with Percy riding high on her shoulder, the sound of her bracelets filling the store with their music. Ezra sets his features in as neutral an expression he can manage.
âOh, Ezra, dear. Just who I was looking for,â she says. âCome here a minute.â
She sets a wide box thatâs tied with a grosgrain ribbon on the counter.
âWhatâs this?â he asks.
âOpen it.âÂ
He looks from her to her familiar before he pulls the dark ribbon and lifts the lid. Inside is something he hasnât seen in a dogâs age. The memories it brings back makes his lips tick up in an absent smile.Â
âRobes,â he says. âHow did youâ?â
âWe found a description in Goody Cartwrightâs diary in the basement,â Margot said. âDusted off the old sewing machine.â
Percival scampers down her arm to climb into the box. He crawls beneath a sleeve and lifts the hem in his paws, standing on his hind legs.
âI hope they turned out,â Margot says. Â
âMine were nearly identical,â Ezra says as he wistfully inspects the fabric.
He still remembers the feel of the homespun linen against his skin. His robes always smelled of woodsmoke from the moon revels. They had been stained with wine and goatâs milk, the bottom edge besotted with moss and rainwater.
âIt was Percyâs idea,â she says.
The mouse ducks his head bashfully when Ezra looks up at him.Â
Ezra swallows down the lump in his throat. Heâs moved, jaw gripped as he tries to stop from shedding tears. Another gift heâs not worthy of, compounded by the fact that heâs just upset you again. You were doing for him what youâve always doneâ taking care of him, showing him that you loved him. If only he could accept itâs not the way he wants it.
He sets his hand out on the countertop.Â
âPercival,â he says.Â
After some hesitation, Percy steps into Ezraâs palm. Ezra brings the mouse up so that he sits at eye level.Â
âI deserve a much starker retribution from you, friend,â Ezra says. âI hope youâll forgive my misdeeds.â
Percy cocks his head to the side.Â
âHe says heâll think about it,â Margot tells him.Â
Ezra grins. He offers a finger which Percy takes in his paw and they shake hands.Â
âYou can wear them this weekend. Sundayâs your first full moon since you turned,â Margot says.Â
Ezra had forgotten all about the phases of the moon. How could he be expected to keep track of such things when there were so many new things to experience?
âWeâll celebrate,â Margot insists.
He wants to protest. Right now he doesn't feel much like frivolity, canât imagine youâll want to join in with any festivities when heâs been such a complete and total ass. But he knows he ought to learn his lesson and accept.
âI look forward to it,â he says.
Percy squeaks happily and Margot claps her hands together.
âCome on, Percy! Thereâs much to be done!â she says before disappearing into the back room.
-
The rest of the day is tense between you and Ezra, with few words exchanged. Heâs lived with you long enough that itâs not your very first squabble but, in the past, it was much easier to stay out from underfoot. The apartment feels so much smaller now that heâs human, its walls crushing when thereâs silence between you. Itâs at its worst when you announce youâre going to bed. It feels cold, lacking an invitation, and so Ezra waits in the kitchen for a long while wondering if you want him beside you at all.Â
Some time after youâve turned off the light, he slinks in nervously. He might as well be sneaking into the bed, though for all intents and purposes, itâs become just as much his as it is yours. Heâs shared it with you from that very first night. Neither of you raised the notion of his sleeping elsewhere so it became a habit. He wonders now, more strongly than ever, if heâs overstayed his welcome.Â
You lay facing the window but he knows your breathing well enough to see youâre not yet sleeping. He lays on the cold sheets hating himself for loving you, for taking advantage of you, for disappointing you. Â
âI shouldnât have accused you of meddling,â he says quietly.
Ezra has accepted the fact that heâll have to take this mortal out despite having no interest in her. Thereâs no good reason not to, as you so aptly showed him, and if he doesnât youâll want to know why.
At some point in the late afternoon he decided that he would make the best of it. He would stop kidding himself and accept that you had no romantic feelings for him and try to keep an open mind with Zoe. At the very worst, heâd finally get a long overdue fuck. How could a man mope over that?Â
But seeing the slope of your shoulder in the moonlight, your eyelashes fluttering as you turn your face up to the ceiling, makes him realize just how impossible is the task that lies ahead of him.Â
You sigh and turn over, sheets rustling with your movement. Thereâs just enough light in the room to shine in your sweet eyes as you look at him and tuck a hand under your pillow.Â
âEz, itâs okay. I know why you got upset,â you say.Â
His heart skips a beat. Of course you know. Heâs been so obvious, how could you not see it? He swallows hard, unsure of what heâll say when you call him out. It feels like an age passes as he waits for you to say the words.Â
âYou havenât been with anybody for a long time. If youâre not ready, I get it,â you say and you put a gentle hand over his.Â
A little laugh escapes him. How absurdly wrong heâd been. He sinks deeper into his self pity. How could he ever imagine a creature as kind and beautiful as you would want him? A reprobate, hundreds of years old. A fucking cat.
âYes, well, I suppose if sheâs as smitten as you believe Iâve nothing to worry about,â he says.Â
A smile cracks across your lips and your gaze melts over his face. You brush your palm across his cheek and Ezra canât help but close his eyes and lean into the touch of your warm skin.Â
âHow could she not be?â you say.
Your gaze lingers on him, your expression difficult to read. Thereâs nothing but the sound of your soft breaths and the whisper of dry leaves outside the window. His heart aches, wishing he could curl himself around you and say the words that live on the tip of his tongue. But the moment passes as you pull your hand back to your side of the mattress and the gulf between you feels wider than ever. He lays awake for what feels like hours wishing he was still a cat so he could sleep in your embrace.
-
You lay on the couch with a book spread open on your lap but you havenât been able to read a single page. Ezraâs out with Zoe which is fine. Totally fine. You made it happen after all, even gave him some cash for drinks and coaching on the dating scene.Â
âIâm newly human but I wasnât born yesterday. Iâm well acquainted with the customs and mores of modern courtship,â he protested.Â
âDo you even hear yourself right now?â you asked.Â
For a moment, you almost fooled yourself into thinking he wasnât interested in her. Heâd been so prickly when you brought it up. There have been times when you wonder. Youâll catch him looking at you in a way that makes your heart flutter. Or his touch will remain just a moment longer than it needs to, days when you wake up and question if his morning wood is actually for you and not just a fact of human biology. But of course not. And thatâs fine.
Itâs been a while since youâve had the apartment to yourselfâ certainly not in the weeks since Ezra became humanâ and youâve had little down time. Thereâs always some new adventure to take him on. Not that youâre complaining. Itâs been the most thrilling time of your life.Â
This whole date situation is good, actually, because you could really use a night alone. At least thatâs what youâve been telling yourself.Â
You poured yourself a glass of wine and lit some incense, cracked open the book. A good start. Thatâs about all you managed. You keep thinking about how itâs going with Ezra. What could they be talking about? Is he having fun? Maybe heâll actually like her. Wouldnât that beâŚ.something?
Things could never get romantic between the two of you anyway. You wouldnât risk your friendship, so many years of trust and affection. Itâs too precious to you. Besides, there must be something unethical about dating someone thatâs been sworn to serve and protect you.
Not that you want to do that.
You snap the book shut and toss it on the coffee table, sitting up. You need to stop being weirdly obsessed with this date. Ezra is your friend, you remind yourself, and youâre excited for him. You just need something more engrossing.Â
You put on a period piece. Nothing like a night in with ballgowns and wine. You put your feet up on the table and try to lose yourself in the movie. Ezra is such a pedant when it comes to historical dramas, always pointing out the inaccuracies, complaining about the costumes.
You wish he were here now groaning over the cut of a coat. You wish he was here instead ofâ
This isnât working. You know what always clears your mind? A bath.Â
The clawfoot tub is filled with oils and herbs, the little bathroom flickers in candle light. You slide deeper into the warm water, focus on the way your muscles unwind. You hadnât even noticed you were so tense. This was a good call. Thereâs a knot in your shoulder you massage with your hand. Finally feeling serene, your wet fingers coming to slide across your chest. The water drips peacefully out of the faucet and your cheeks bloom with the alcohol and heat. Maybe Ezra should go on more dates, get the place to yourself more often.
You know what would really make you feel relaxed? Your fingers drift below the water, and skate down your belly and your eyes come to close. Itâs been over a month since you got offâ Connor (though most of the credit should really go to your passion elixir). Itâs been impossible to rub one out with someone else in your bed. At least when Ezra was a cat, he spent a lot of time prowling the woods and being moody. Maybe heâd heard you back then, a thought that somehow equally horrifies and thrills you.Â
You touch yourself with a slow, delicate hand and youâre lost in the idea of him watching you now. His chocolate eyes hungry but his body still, the only movement he allows is the rise and fall of his chest. How many times had he seen you, all of you, and not looked away?Â
You shiver imagining him, urging you to show him how you take yourself apart. Studying, appreciating. Savoring. Throbbing at each twitch in your brow as you crest and your breath hitches. Even in the water you can feel yourself growing slick, a coil of need winding, and you bite down on your bottom lip. Your mind swirls, your body taught.
Heâd be calling you dirty and pretty and good in his flowery prose, stroking your cheek with his knuckles and you unfurl a moan so loud because you donât have to stay quiet, youâve got the place to yourself.
Before youâve even come down from your high, you're flooded with the sting of reality.
No matter how wrong or immoral or risky it is, thereâs no denying itâ your feelings for Ezra are anything but platonic. And heâs on a date with another woman.
You press the heels of your hands into your eyes with a groan.Â
The thought of facing Ezra after this revelation makes your stomach turn. You can almost see him sauntering in, hair mussed, body slack from his sexual conquest. It burns a hole in your chest, a scream practically rising in your throat. And youâll, what, go on living with him, smelling his musk on your sheets and not go completely insane?
You pull the plug from the drain. So much for the bath. Itâs early yet but the only thing you can do to help yourself now is be unconscious. Thereâs no way youâre going to fall asleep with your thoughts racing so you brew up a sleeping draught in the kitchen. With any luck, you wonât have any dreams either.
-
Ezraâs side of the bed is empty and cold. Mid-morning sun glows on the walls of your bedroom and youâre just waking up, the effects of the potion still making your head groggy. But eventually it dawns on you. Heâs not there.Â
It shouldnât hurt as much as it does. Your eyes sting with tears, your gut sinking with the weight of it. You imagine Ezra curled up in bed with her. Morning sex. Breakfast. You want to puke.Â
After a long while pulling yourself together, you realize itâs better this way. The last thing you need is to wake up next to Ezra smelling like sex and the patchouli notes of Zoeâs perfume.Â
You canât sulk. You need to get up, get over it.
When you step out of your bedroom, you stop short at the discovery that Ezraâs asleep on the couch. So he didnât spend the night. It does little to soothe your aching heart. In fact, it somehow feels worse. He looks so perfect, long legs bare and brow smooth, mouth turned down in a pout. Itâs not fair you have to survive around a man so perfect.
You go into the bathroom and close the door a little too loud a little on purpose.Â
Maybe thereâs a potion for falling out of love.
-
Ezraâs dragged himself up by the time you step back into the living room, woken by the slam of the door. He had the damndest time sleeping on that couch. Never realized how lucky heâs been to share the bed.Â
You stop outside the bathroom door, arms akimbo, and your oversized sleep shirt rides up your thighs.Â
âWell?â you ask.Â
Ezra canât help but smirk at your down to business attitude.
Well indeed.Â
Zoe had been fine company. Not hard to look at even if the conversation left a little to be desired. His favorite part of the evening came when Zoe brought up the shop and, in turn, you. It was difficult not to let his words run away from him.
Despite his best efforts, knowing that he should give over and accept this, his mind kept slipping back to his little mage. What you would look like in the little frock Zoe had chosen, the jokes that only you would understand. Youâd helped him pick out clothes for the evening, a soft woolen sweater you swore wasn't too tight. All night, he kept remembering the drag of your eyes over his arms before you said, âYou look really good.â He wants you to look at him like that all the time.
âSheâs not intolerable for a mortal,â he says.Â
ââNot intolerable.â Sounds like Ezra for bangable,â you say. âSo?â
Perhaps in another universe, Ezra would have had a splendid time, would have debauched himself. Heâd left after only two drinks, a look of disappointment on Zoeâs face that he wouldnât soon forget. Had he been a better man, he wouldâve felt worse about it but he couldnât care about anything but you. As he walked briskly from the bar, he resolved to tell you everything, that he couldnât stand even the suggestion that he sleep with someone else when you consume him. Good sense be damned. What was the point of being human if he had to live like this?
But he came home to find the apartment dark, your bedroom door shut. He listened there before opening it ajar to see you sleeping peacefully. Reality sunk in, fast and hard. A confession could ruin everything. His home, the only family he knew, the people he loved. He couldnât risk losing you.Â
If he woke you, heâd have you face the question youâd just asked so heâd curled up under the throw blanket on the couch, as he had so many times before.
âI won't make a braggart of myself,â he says, sidestepping the question.
You roll your eyes and head back to your bedroom in a hurry.Â
Ezraâs shoulders sag with a deep sigh.
-
Sunday morning in the shop is slower than usual. Itâs maddening, leaving you with too much time to meditate on your sorrows as you hide behind the cash register. Every time your eyes land on Ezra, youâre treated to fresh torment. For some reason you canât stop picturing him fucking her doggy style with wild thrusts of his hips.
âTea, dear?â Margot asks. Her rings tink against a spoon as she stirs honey into her tea cup. Mint and ginger fills your nostrils.Â
You merely grunt in reply but hear her setting another cup out for you. Thereâs a clink of porcelain and Margot clicks her tongue.
âYour bad mood is sullying the energy in here,â she tuts.
You turn to find her wicking spilled tea off of her hand.
âIâm not in a bad mood,â you say too quickly.Â
What kind of mood are you supposed to be in when you realize youâre in love with your best friend who was, until recently, a cat, and said friend spent the night with another woman? When thereâs a chance that this was all for naught when the Elders find out and turn you into a newt?
Margot scoffs and lights a stick of palo santo, wafting its smoke in your direction.Â
âYouâd better not bring that energy into the full moon,â she says. âI donât need to feel all mopey for the next fortnight.â
You cross your arms.Â
âAre you still mad at me?â you ask. Margotâs been welcoming to Ezra but you still feel her ambivalence towards you. It hangs in the air the same as your sour aura.Â
âMad at you,â she repeats, pouring another cup of tea. âWhy? Because you implicated me and Percy in a crime that Iâm concealing from the Elders? I should be, shouldnât I?âÂ
You sink deeper into your frown. Margot hands you the teacup.Â
âBut I havenât seen you this happy in a long time. Besides whatever bee is in your bonnet today,â she adds with an arched brow. âAnd thatâs made me very happy.â
You look at her, your lip quivering. Margotâs been there for you longer than Ezra, taught you everything you know about magic and given you an unconditional love you can hardly fathom even in adulthood. You nearly spill your tea again, setting it aside so you can throw your arms around her.
She stumbles backwards with an âOofâ and chuckles into your ear. Her open palm warms your back.
âItâs all in the stars,â she says.
And, right now, you have to believe sheâs right.
-
Through the long sleeves of your velvet dress, you feel the chill in the air. Itâs much colder than the last time you were in these woods for the solstice. Of course, this is a much different kind of celebration. The fire is smaller, thereâs less paraphernalia involved. Itâs just the four of youâ you and Ezra, Margot and Percyâ but it feels more joyful.Â
Margot leads you in a ritual to draw down the moon, then sets out an ornate jar of water to charge in its light. You and Ezra help her cast some spells. She swears the ones done under a full moon have the strongest effect.Â
But mostly the night is for merry making. Thereâs wine and incense and apple cider caramels. Margot perches on a tree stump and plays a few songs on her concertina and Ezra insists that you dance with him.
You do, putting your hands into his and letting him spin you in circles. Margotâs words ring in your ears. You can be happy that heâs happy even if it makes your heart ache. At least now, safe from the rest of the world, hands clasped together, you can pretend.Â
Ezra looks so handsome in his new robes, you almost wonder if thereâs an enchantment on them. The white patch in his hair glows as if the moon came down and kissed him on the forehead. His cheeks are pink and heâs as breathless as you.Â
Youâre both laughing when the music ends and you let your hand stay in Ezraâs for a while, wanting the fantasy to last just a little bit longer.Â
âNow I must insist on a dance with you,â he says to Margot. He holds out a hand to her but doesnât let go of yours yet.Â
âIâm playing the music!â she says.Â
âThere must be an incantation that will make that squeezebox play itself,â he says and he slips from your grip to pull her to her feet.Â
Percy scrambles off of her lap and hops onto your knee as you flop down on the ground.Â
âIâll sing!â you say.
âGoodness no!â Margot says.Â
You all laugh and Ezra releases her after a few twirls.
Since itâs his party, Ezra takes the liberty of sharing his favorite stories. He sits beside you on the ground, animatedly narrating his wildest adventures. Youâre pretty sure half of them are pure fabrication but heâs having so much fun recounting them, you donât question even the most outlandish of details. The fire warms your face. Though, considering how itâs dying down, it could just be his glow. Ezra loves being at the center of attention and you wonder the last time he had the chance to command so much of it. He hasnât stopped smiling since the sun set, that gorgeous dimple growing deeper with each hour. You love seeing him like this, full of excitement and life.Â
Eventually, the moon hangs full overhead and Percy curls up to sleep on Margotâs shoulder. The crackle of the fire slows and you throw your head back to look at the sky dotted with so many twinkling stars. For the first time since Ezra left for his date, you feel peaceful. Heâs quiet now and you try to catch another glimpse of him in the dark only to find his dark eyes shining at you. He smiles tenderly, and your whole body warms with affection. You can almost believe itâs a look of longing.
Margot slaps her hands against her thighs and stands, breaking your gaze.Â
âWell, Iâd better go before I turn into a pumpkin,â she says.Â
âOh, come on. Itâs early,â you say.Â
âWeâll brew you something to wake you in the morning,â Ezra offers.Â
âThatâs alright. Enjoy,â she says. Before she heads back into the trees, she takes Ezraâs hand and gives it a squeeze and pats you on the shoulder.Â
Youâre quiet for a long time, watching the fire die down. It comes back to you, slowly at first, then a flood of emotion, the uncertainty of your future. This night has been a gift but, one way or another, youâre destined to lose Ezra. Thereâs a melancholy look on his face that hints he might be thinking about the same things.Â
âShould we retire then?â he asks after a sigh.Â
âWait. I want to give you something,â you say. Margot arranged this whole evening and you feel like youâve shown up to a party empty handed.
âYouâve given more than enough.â
âWell, apparently Iâve been putting off really bad vibes. So a protection spell.â You rise to your feet.
Ezra pulls himself up with your help and this time you donât allow him to let go. You take both of his hands in yours, his rough fingers entwined in your own, and he watches you, with a fond curiosity on his face. He flusters you. His gaze is so intense, you have a hard time meeting his eye.
âOkay,â you say, shaking out your limbs.Â
Magic tingles where your palms meet and you notice that his thumb traces yours gently. Having spent the night before without him seems to double the intimacy of the moment. He looks downright beautiful like this, the angles of his face outlined in fire and moonlight. Itâs almost unbearable.Â
âEzra,â you start.
His lips part at the sound of his name.
âI protect you with my magic and my spirit,â you say.
He can surely feel it surrounding him like an embrace. Itâs so intense, you can barely fill your lungs. His eyes are so soft, round and sweet. They glisten in the darkness.Â
âAnd my heart,â you add, your voice breaking.
You put your palm against his cheek, the pad of your thumb tracing the hairline scar there, to seal the spell and he takes in a sharp little gasp at your touch. Thereâs a look in his eye, beseeching, and you feel the tug of his magic, drawing you in closer like a knot tightening between you. Itâs a whisper, so faint youâre probably imagining it, but you follow it to him, to his lips.Â
Before you even realize it, youâre kissing him. Tender and aching and it feels like relief to have his mouth on yours, to taste the wine on his tongue. His lips are soft and hesitant. Your body molds against him, it always does. Youâve been in his arms so many times before and yet itâs never felt more right than this very moment.Â
Except that itâs wrong. There are all of those reasons why this canât be, how awkward it will be when he stops you, when he goes back to sleeping on the couch. Suddenly youâre pulling away despite your body screaming for you to do anything else.
âIâm sorry,â you breathe. âI shouldnât haveâ Shit!â You swallow down a lump in your throat.
Ezra holds you firm by your elbows, pulling your hand away from your lips and shaking his head.
âLittle mage, I have wanted nothing more for longer than you can know,â he says, his eyes crinkling with a smile.
You stare at him, wide eyed, mouth agape, trying to make sense of his words. Your heart flips and you let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
And then he kisses you again and again and again.
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Comments and reblogs appreciated! Asks always open! I'd love to hear from you!
#ezra#ezra prospect#nine lives#ezra x f!reader#ezra x reader#familiar!ezra x witch!reader#witch!ezra#prospect fic#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fic
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Roll-A-Trope Challenge Masterlist
Y'all the response to this challenge blew me away!! đĽşđĽ° We are going to have so many amazing fics to read! đ§Ą Check here for all of the character/trope pairings from when people joined.
I'll link each one as they're posted. Under the cut you'll soon find fics for Dave York, Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin, Dio Morrissey, Ezra (Prospect), Frankie Morales, Jack Daniels, Javi Gutierrez, Javier PeĂąa, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Max Phillips, Nathan Landry, Oberyn Martell, Pero Tovar, and Tim Rockford! And so many amazing tropes!!
Last updated: 3/29/25 | Fic count: 57!
Dave York
Audience of One by @katareyoudrilling | 3k | Dave x f!reader Trope: famous person AU
Can You Remember Who You Were? by @punkshort | 9.1k | Dave x f!reader Trope: reincarnation
Danger Zone by @almostempty | 6k | Dave x Lana Kane (you) x Sterling Archer (crossover with Archer (TV)) Trope: snowed in
Down Bad by @schnarfer | 6.1k | Dave x f!reader | part 2 Trope: only one bed (and bonus, it's a coffee shop AU!)
It's Only Make Believe by @jennaispunk | 7k | Dieter x f!actress!reader Trope: fake dating
Sunshine & Rainbows by @jeewrites | 10.1k | Dave x f!reader Trope: amnesia
Dieter Bravo
Broken Hearts Mended by @bitchesuntitled | 6.1k | Dieter x f!reader Trope: time travel
Just like the Picture by @nerdieforpedro | 936 | Dieter x gn!reader Trope: landlord
late night. by @trulybetty | 6.3k | Dieter x f!reader Trope: enemies to lovers
Teleportation and Blue Whiskey (part 1) by @davnittbraes | 1.5k | Dieter x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator
this protector by @perotovar | 3.1k | Dieter x Din Trope: only one bed
Din Djarin
Familiar yet Foreign by @whxtedreams | 3.7k | Din x f!reader Trope: fake marriage
New Home (Part 1) by @weirdoneattheparty | 2.1k | Din x f!reader Trope: friends to lovers
something worse by @corazondebeskar-reads | 3.2k | Din x f!reader Trope: enemies to lovers
The Long Way Round by @din-cognito | 3.17k | Din x gn!reader Trope: road trip
Dio Morrissey
Crimes Against Each Other by @crowandmousewritingco | 2.9k | Dio x trans!reader Trope: enemies to lovers
Ezra (Prospect)
To Leave the Green by @cas-readsandwrites | 2k | Ezra & Cee, gen Trope: time loop
Frankie Morales
a kiss, my panacea by @skittlesfics | 917 | Frankie x gn!reader Trope: sickfic
Better Love by @docharleythegeekqueen | 3.4k | Frankie x reader Trope: snowed in
Dreamers (part 1) by @beefrobeefcal | 3.4k | Frankie x reader Trope: soulmates | now with Part 2!
Forever starts tonight by @sawymredfox | 3.6k | Frankie x f!reader Trope: pining
GOING DOWN by @aurorawritestoescape | 3.4k | Frankie x f!reader and Joel x f!reader Trope: exes
I Like You A Latte by @inept-the-magnificent | 752 | Frankie x f!reader Trope: coffee shop AU
I'm Yours by @ashleyfilm | 3.2k | Frankie x reader Trope: secret relationship
To Feel Your Body Against Mine by @flightlessangelwings | 4.5k | Frankie x f!reader Trope: secret relationship
Jack Daniels
i'd give anything for more time by @penvisions | 2k | Jack x f!reader trope: time loop
If I should die before you do by @maggiemayhemnj | 1.7k | Jack x f!reader trope: soulmates
Life's a Dance by @wordywarriorwrites | 2k | Jack x reader Trope: didn't know they were dating
Lucid Dreams by @fhatbhabiee | 3.2k | Jack x reader Trope: friends to lovers
Javi Gutierrez
Things You Knew by @eff4freddie | 8k | Javi G x reader Trope: soulmates
To Make a Day for You by @yopossum | 3k? | Javi G x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator
Javier PeĂąa
3 sides of a man by @milla-frenchy | 3.3k | Javi x f!reader Trope: secret relationship
between two floors by @glowingxeyes | 1k | Javi x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator | thereâs a part 2 and 3!
GOING DOWN by @almostfoxglove | 3.3k | Javi P x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator
good guys, bad deeds by @miss-oranje-disco-dancer | 3.9k | Javi x f!reader Trope: only one bed
Joel Miller
Birds of a Feather by @whocaresstillthelouvre | 5.3k | Joel x f!reader Trope: snowed in
Besties by @butterphii | >1k | Joel x f!reader
drive by @kedsandtubesocks | 2k | Joel x f!reader Trope: road trip
For Better or Worse by @captainredspade | Joel x f!reader Trope: fake marriage
Fragile State by @galway-girlatwork | 2.5k | Joel x OFC!Tara Trope: amnesia
Galway Girl by @yxtkiwiyxt | 7k | Joel x f!reader | part 2!! Trope: soulmates
If You're Reading This by @crowandmousewritingco | 4.5k | Joel x nb!reader Trope: epistolary
It Had To Be You by @jobean12-blog | 4.8k | Joel x f!reader Trope: enemies to lovers
Wish by @hotgirlbedtimescenarios | 1.7k Trope: time travel
Marcus Acacius
Searching for the stars by @the-mandawhor1an | 2.7k | Marcus x f!reader Trope: time travel
Marcus Moreno
Through Every Lifetime by @joelalorian | 4.5k | Marcus x f!reader Trope: reincarnation
Marcus Pike
Pike's Place by @pedges-world | Marcus x reader Trope: snowed in | series!!
Max Phillips
A Little Broken by @clawdeewritesfanfic | 3.2k | Max x f!reader Trope: pining
Time After Time by @grogusmum | drabble | Max x f!reader Trope: reincarnation
Nathan Landry
consensus ad idem by @sunshinehaze1 | 4.9k | Nathan x f!reader Trope: snowed in
Oberyn Martell
sweet and sour by @iamasaddie | 5.5k | Oberyn x f!reader Trope: fake relationship
The Correspondence of the Contagious by @crowandmousewritingco | 1.4k | Oberyn x gn!reader x Ellaria Trope: epistolary
Pero Tovar
Memories made, memories lost by @avastrasposts | 7.9k | Pero x f!reader Trope: amnesia
nothing is sure by @tinytinymenace | 2.5k | Pero x OFC Trope: didn't know they were dating
Tim Rockford
|Bump in the Night| by @dc418writes | Tim x black!reader Trope: friends to lovers
Keep Quiet by @auteurdelabre | Tim x f!reader Trope: secret relationship
When Only Memories Remain by @artsy-girl-76 | 3.4k | Tim x f!reader Trope: "shop" AU
#roll a trope challenge#frankie morales x reader#joel miller x reader#javi gutierrez x reader#din djarin x reader#dieter bravo x reader#dave york x reader#dio morrissey x reader#ezra prospect x reader#jack daniels x reader#javier peĂąa x reader#marcus acacius x reader#marcus moreno x reader#marcus pike x reader#max phillips x reader#nathan landry x reader#oberyn martell x reader#pero tovar x reader#tim rockford x reader#fic masterlist#masterlist
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induced to me by my contemporary art exam AND a rewatch of rebels after years that. got me into sabezra unexpectedly AND i updated krita and there were many new brushes i wanted to try
refs (IF U CAN PLS HELP ME FIND THE ORIGINAL COSPLAYERS i can't find anything EDIT: found them!! they're starwars_irl on insta and @rebelartistwren / lionesscosplay on insta. thank you guys <3) and â¨colored version⨠under the cut
i can't find themmmmm I've been looking for 2 days but all i found were uncredited reposts

anyway they look amazing
i really wanted to try greyscaling but I'm not sure it looks good. idk. + while i was making it i was listening to i love you by fontaines d.c. (GREAT SONG FROM A GREAT UNDERRATED BAND) and. the grey fit into that mood much better
also two versions without the sketch lines. where ezra looks happier even if they're uglier
#i didn't expect to like them as a ship ngl. but there are some moments that recall kanera (AND I LOVE THEM) especially if you've read#a new dawn. and IDK COOL!! probably i didn't ship them from the start because. in s1-s2 they're just kids and everytime i reach s3 i keep#brainrotting on thrawn <3 and kallus <3 and zeb <3 idk i kinda forgot about them and all the scenes they were in LMAO#ALSO. i love you is truly a wonderful song wtf?? it's not something I'd associate to sabezra BUT probably after having listened to it for a#month. and having drawn this in the meantime. i found some connections. the fact that the songs alternated between that melodic part#that talks about love to the other verses about (very generally) society. just felt like how their relationship would go. rapidly switching#between the fast paced fights for the rebellion to the calm of the preparation they require that can allow them for some tenderness. ALSO#ezra is so much âif there was sunshine it was never on me / so close the rain; so pronounced is the painâ#and sabine is pretty much âyou only open the window; never open up the doorâ sometimes. especially before her darksaber arc#btw i know this song is about ireland and their relationship with theid country BUT it just prompted me to their grey figures#and colorful background. also. there's something about klimt making some of the most tender representations of love ever imo BUT keep#choosing to represent rather dark iconographies whenever he's asked to do something (I'm thinking about the medicine panels for the uni)#like. there is a similar contrast in there as well. also i like that. ursa had a portrait of herself in her home that referenced klimt#like. it's ursa in her prime; in a literal golden age. i can imagine sabine associating a good moment - one of her bests - to such an#expressive decoration. and maybe stripping colors away when that moment is gone and all that remains is the memory and feeling#OKAY WHY DID I TALK SO MUCH i must've put more thought on this that i previously thought. crazy#it started as a fun experiment to try krita's oil brushes. *in david byrne's voice* how did i get here?#star wars#sw#star wars rebels#star wars fanart#star wars rebels fanart#ezra bridger#sabine wren#ezrabine#sabezra#sabine wren fanart#ezra bridger fanart#sw fanart#g posting
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I think all the arcanists you can summon/get are canonically in the suitcase as a clip in Ezra's trailer has A Knight, APPle, Alien T, Balloon Party and Pavia featured in it with Ezra mentioning he's the only human in "an ark full of arcanists"
There might be a few exceptions though
hiya, back with an arcanist query here.
the jessica trailer got me wondering, just how big is the suitcase crew so far? it seems by the time the green lake folks are recruited, we already have matilda, x, and eagle around. there are also voicelines from other characters implying theyre already in, like zima ("there are not many poems... like the orange one says") and mesmer jr ("...the girl with the potions..."), although they couldve been recruited at any point in time. it just gets me so curious who joined when! đ at least i want to know how much it's grown since green lake but we can only speculate. this also feeds into my desire to see the other arcanists get involved in the story, main or otherwise.
like you said with the jessica posts, vertin provides the arcanists with a new path, one outside MV or the Foundation. so another curiousity of mine is how she recruited the others i.e. their motivations for joining her!
My theory is bluepoch just gave us a lot of characters to play from the start with but there is probably a canonical meeting for them (at least I really hope so) that we'll get through events and main story. That being said, I wonder if the people we already know will have an official event where they move in. For example, Matilda storywise is still working at SPDM but maybe she'll get assigned to Vertin's department? Or perhaps she'll be someone who stays in the Suitcase for certain cooperative missions? Ngl I want french ducky to make official appearances in the Suitcase.
If I had to list people currently living in the Suitcase as of right now cannonically, I think it'd be:
Vertin, Sonetto, Regulus, Sotheby, Druvis, Jessica after her Discipline training, Apple, and Horrorpedia. Blonney might join after she graduates from college or when she misses her bambi lol
The list will grow as we see Vertin recruiting. This game is different from others I've played in that we see the start of the crew. Usually there is an established guild or something but we see in real time Vertin's army expanding from her very first member!
I love the way the crew interacts with each other too! An An Lee is trying to terrorize my ghostly babies! I need to see Vertin meeting Tennant and Eternity. And Rabies! VOYAGER! Ahh so many people!
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SW Hades AU March-April Update
Some links and previous updates: May - June - July - August - September - October/November - December - January - February - everything else in this AU
I'm here with another two-month joint update because at the end of April I can hardly call it a March update, and truth be told I don't think I did much for this AU in the first month of spring anyway.
I started playing Hades 2 again, and made some progress with the Omega and Boba redraw of the Warsong update wallpaper :3 The more time that passes between posting and writing this the happier I am with this piece. Who could find all the gear that Omega wears from the Batch? đ
Which cannot exactly be said about Sabine and Ezra as well, but I finally have something to show for them!!
Next up is Satine (now that I can show a small illustration in my skethcbook for her, it should go easy - I hope), and maybe Fennec or the Armorer. And lining Axe and laying down flat colors for him and Koska as well. I'm trying to get a drawing for all the missing characters and get them to the part where only detailed shading is missing. If my hand doesn't hurt too much at least ^^;

I'm also gearing up to drawing a new Ares!Boba too, but I'm still in denial about that ^^;
I did not have a particulrly good time with these drawings, I will be very honest upfront. I had to redraw Omega two times because I tried to line that piece in CSP and for some reason faces are just not happening for me there; It hadn't go well with Echo either months ago. I don't know what's up. The tilt of my tablet or that I don't have o zoom un until all I can see are pixels?? OTL
...and then the colours fought me something awful too. Between Boba and Omega they had red, yellow, green and blue covered, and all that with Boba's white flightsuit was not fun ^^; I don't know, I just cannot deal with that many colours - so figuring out what and how I should desaturate was quite an experiment in patience for me until they looked somewhat cohesive. Thankfully the added moonlight turned out to be distracting enough that I'm pretty much warming up to it all now.
I'm afraid I will have to use actual Multiply layers for the full shading.
And Sabine. Oh Sabine.
I've struggled here, big time, and I'm still deeply unhappy with her. I experimeted a lot in my sketchbook with her pose, but any time I thought I was finally on to something as soon as I went in to fix some minor anatomy issues digitally and add some details things just fell apart.


It was the tooka that messed everything up, I'm sure of it D: ^^; I wanted something to visually tie Sabine and Ezra together, and my decision fell on the little white tooka that was in Sabine's mural too at the end of Rebels. But now Sabine's shoulder had to stand in a way that the little critter can perch on and judge from...
Honest to god I almost cried with relief when I came across Eurydice in Asphodel when I switched back to playing Hades for a bit, and realized that she has the lean and attitude in her pose that I was looking for with Sabine. So it was either the coward's way out, or to throw the entire project out the window and become a hermit in the mountains or something.
You can see which option I picked XD
I am deeply, deeply fond of Ezra however Q^Q He was so cooperative after a few initial testing sketches, his hair is perfect, I didn't forget his scars, and I will find it in me to forgive his weird not-really-chainmail shirt, because that one I did to myself XD

I also finally got around to drawing a quick sketch for Fennec - for a hot minute I was very very tempted to pick for her a pose that's a lot closer to Widowmaker from Overwatch, but the vibes just didn't quite match. That was a very sad realization :'(
(Yes, I took the picture after Satine bled through the page in all her alcohol marker glory, yes, I regret it, and no, I cannot relably draw faces on paper. It is a real tragey. I'm in mourning.)
And just so that I cannot really sigh in relief, Leia is my next struggle. I still don't know how to make her work, and it's been months. Terrible. Horrible. Really really bad. Why am I even trying...TT^TT
So that's it for this month. It's both less and more than how it feels, and I'm also kinda losing a bit of steam - my mind is at re-drawing the entire background section for the House of Hades, so on the backburner i'm trying to cook up various background elements to fill the halls up with. Hades is such a beautifully designed game with such amazing shapes and colours, and Star Wars is such a different style especially when it comes to decorations... So there is a lot of cooking that will have to happen here. But I spent a not insignificant part of my last week (I'd been sick, I could get away with it) watching Drawfee speedpaints (they are so fun and so educational sometimes) and Jacob really popped off in one video creating a pixel art game of some sort? And ever since all I could think about is how and IF I could make my pocket Din move through my version of the Hades AU. Just a section of it. I'm itching to draw the backgrounds, but goddamn I am tired, so I just keep distracting myself from the important character art stuff with these daydreams X"D
I also very badly and incredibly distractingly want to re-draw Boba - I've drawn him so long ago, and it feels deeply unfair that I tried to puzzle out the style on him - and while Din got his upgrades bit by bit Boba just didn't. Also. Ares. Ares looks so good in his character art just sitting around like that - all casual-like - and Boba also has his trademark sprawl and... Look. I'm back to Boba being my most favourite clone, okay? I miss him. I miss drawing him. There.
Okay, rant over. Maybe this way I will be able to concentrate again XD Here's to hoping đ¤ I hope you guys are doing better with your creative projects! â¤ď¸ See you all in May! Hopefully with something a bit more substantive and some proper links, not just wips like these ^^;
Taglist of anyone who wants to be pinged once a month for these updates <3 If you want to be added to the list send me a message, or just reply to this post (a đ would do, nothing fancy required ;))
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#hades au#hades au update#march update#april update#my art#my wips#ezra bridger#sabine wren#rebels fanart#satine kryze#star wars fanart#tbb omega#artists on tumblr
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Hiiii my name is Ezra Elias and I'm mildly doxxing myself to ask for money from people. I'm not in unimaginably dire straits or anything so please only donate if you're financially comfortable.
I'm hoping to partially cover this semester's tuition fees, which I've split up into four payments. I'm starting early in the hopes of covering October's payment and I've rounded up to cover GFM fees and school fees.
I'll keep this post updated as I go; any reblogs or sharing to other websites would be awesome; reblogs will be turned off once I reach my goals.
$203/$3400
#sparky speaks#2024#im a transmasc white latine person if that influences how u wanna prioritize spending ur money#there's 100% ppl who need money more than I do but here we are ig. asking for help
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The Return of the Normal Tarot is imminent, my friends.
@normal-horoscopes@cryptotheism's original deck, the Normal Tarot, upended the form of tarot. Seasons in place of suits, a trio of Knights and a Lady, Queen, and Mother in place of courts, not to mention the reimagined Major Arcana.
The first edition with art by @worm-dark had great success, then the second edition featured two new decks, one in gold foil by @charminglyantiquated, and another in silver, updated from the first edition. And all three of the first and second edition decks are going to see reprints in 2024 with the Return of the Normal Tarot...
But we're also going to see an all-new, full color third edition, illustrated by Ezra Kimbell. This brand new take will be the final iteration of this incredible deck, and I'm very excited to announce we'll have a fantastic and attainable price point for all the decks.
If you're excited for this massive return, please, follow the link above or below and follow along for our launch in early-mid 2024!

#the caretaker#normal tarot#normal horoscopes#kickstarter#crowdfunding#backerkit#tarot#tarot decks#tarot reading#oracle#divination#gold foil#silver foil
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Oh, look what beauty has graced my presence this fine day! Itâs âSabineâ and âEzraâ looking like a cute couple. (Thank you, Discord friends for sharing these behind the scenes photos.)
^That vibes with this:
What was I just saying earlier about Dave not being able to conceal everything?
Update: There was a costume test that included the hug. Look at that smile!

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Nine Lives (witch's familiar!Ezra x witch!f!reader) - Part 4
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pairing: witch's familiar!Ezra x witch!f!reader
rating: E MDNI
summary: As you came into your powers and your curves filled in, Ezra realized he feelings for you were more than just affection. The only problem? He's a 300 year old cursed witch. Oh, and he's a cat.
contents: age gap (like 300 years), nudity, alcohol, only one bed, masturbation, moth never uses y/n.
wc: 7.1k
a/n: Hello again, my friends. This chapter took much, MUCH longer than I expected and also much longer. It probably would have been a lot faster had i not been encouraged to add some smut you know who you are. There are at least 3 more parts to this story. Thank you for being on this journey!
Big thank you to @lowlights and @schnarfer for advice on this and to @moonlitbirdie for betaing and loving me unconditionally.
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Heâs having that dream again. The one where heâs human and youâre holding him, lips against his shoulderblade, fingers stroking the coarse hairs low on his belly. Heâd live in these dreams if he could.
After the disappointment of the night before, Ezra revels in it, even if this is fleeting.Â
He should never have gotten his hopes up. It wasnât just the risk to consider but the complexity of the spell. Youâre not a child but as witches go, your powers are still young. And, with his last minute decision, the two of you bodged together the potion in less than a day. The chances that it would have been successful were so slim, heâd been a fool to believe that you could pull off such a feat. Heâd been caught up in the moment, your unfailing belief in him, the tantalizing question what ifâŚ
At least he has his dreams. Half awake, Ezra reminds himself that had the spell had worked, he wouldnât be laying naked in your arms. Thereâs no knowing how things would change if he did.Â
Sinking into the sweetness of the dream, he canât help but roll over and bury his face in your neck, purring against your pulse. Instead of being met with your mouth, your hands searching for more of him, you scream.Â
Itâs enough not only to wake him but startle him out of the bed. What would normally be a swift leap off of the mattress, landing on his feet, is an inelegant tumble to the floor, knocking his head and pulling the sheets off with him. Youâre actually shrieking. Itâs not just some figment of his imagination. A string of creative expletives leave you as Ezra tries to untangle himself from the covers. When he finally rights himself, his heart beating like a rabbit, he finds you pressed against the headboard with a look of terror on your face.Â
âWhat the fuck! What the fuck!â you shout, your heels digging in the mattress as you scoot away from him.Â
âEasy! Itâs me, little mage! Itâs me!â he says, breathless.Â
Your eyes somehow manage to grow even wider.Â
âEzra?â you say, your voice barely a whisper. âIt worked.â
His head is spinning so quickly that your words take a moment to sink in. Another is spent in disbelief as he look down at his hands, outstretched in submission. Ten fingers. There are legs snarled in the bedsheets not covered in black fur but with wiry hairs.Â
Ezra touches his nose, still bent from where he broke it in his youth. He feels the divot of the scar on his cheek, the whiskers on his upper lip. All as he was.Â
He stares, speechless for once in his life.Â
âEz, it fucking worked!â you cry, tumbling across the bed and diving over the side.Â
You clasp your hands on either side of his face, your eyes wild with delight, and your laughter is a mix of joy and relief. He joins you, itâs contagious, laughing and gripping into your shoulders. If he didnât feel your palms against his cheeks, heâd think this was still a dream.Â
Luckily he has the presence of mind not to plant a kiss on your mouth though with the amount of glee bouncing between the two of you, he doubts youâd protest.Â
âWe did it!â you say.Â
âYou did it,â Ezra corrects, marveling at you.Â
You amaze him more each day. Not only did you do some incredible and complex magic but you foresaw it all. Beautiful, clever, talented. And now youâve given him his greatest gift. Heâs human once more.Â
Your eyes dance across his face in turn, taking in the new details
âItâs really you,â you say.Â
You stroke at his face with your thumb. Itâs a light touch but to Ezra, the sensation is so powerful heâs afraid heâll shatter into a thousand pieces.Â
You smile softly and reach for his hair. âYour patch,â you say, twisting the white strands out of his forehead.Â
âOh, Ez!â you exclaim. Â
Overwhelmed by it all, a dam bursts. Tears are slipping down his face without him even knowing. Centuries of them finally making their escape.Â
You lean in, press your forehead against his as you have so many times before yet itâs so new. The bridge of your nose brushes against his, your lips hover so close he can feel your breath. You stroke behind his ear, fingers in his hair, a sensation thatâs familiar, grounding.Â
Heâs so grateful for you, for your faith in him.Â
You sniffle and he realizes that youâre just as emotional. Your cheeks glisten with tears when you pull away, still shaking your head in disbelief.Â
âThank you,â Ezra says. Chokes. Heâs never done this properly though heâs tried to show it. Itâs too difficult to put into words, even for someone as verbose as he is. Heâs grateful with a depth he canât find words for though heâs always considered himself a master of them.Â
Tears well in your eyes again but these arenât like the joyful ones you just shed. Your lips quiver. Ezra catches one as it slides down your cheek with his fingertips. Heâs watched you cry so many times and heâs always wanted to do that.Â
You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. It feels better than heâs ever imagined. You fit in his arms so perfectly, he could hold you for a thousand years. He inhales your scent, familiar to him but different now. His senses have dulled but drawn close, he loses himself in it.Â
âEzra,â you say after a long moment. âI just realized. Youâre totally naked right now.â
Perhaps he should be embarrassed, worried that this is your first glimpse of him and youâve seen all that there is to see. But he couldnât care less.Â
The two of you descend into giggles.Â
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âThis is how Iâm to make my debut in the world?â Ezra asks, stepping out of your bedroom.
Heâs wearing the clothes you picked out for him, all that you could find that would encompass his broad frame. Your sweatpants are cinched tight around his slim waist, ending far above his ankles. Below that, his toes overhang the edge of your old flip flops. The outfit is finished with a big sweatshirt you bought several Halloweens agoâ the words Witch, please emblazoned on the front in a cutesy font.
A startled snort leaves you and he scowls.
âIâm sorry,â you say, covering your smile with both hands. âYou lookââ
âLike a buffoon,â he says.
âLike you need to go shopping,â you correct.
You wait for Ezra outside of the dressing room, your back pressed against the door. The very first stop outside of the confines of your apartment is the local department store to get him something normal to wear. Ezraâs an oddity, everything from the way he speaks to his awkwardness adjusting to walking on two legs make him stick out. An ironic sweatshirt and sandals arenât going to help him blend.Â
The excitement is still buzzing through your veins. Every few minutes you want to open the changing room door and make sure that heâs still there, still human. A couple of times you even peek under the door just to see his feet havenât turned back into paws. Itâs really happening. Youâre out in the world with Ezra. Ezra the human, a man. You changed him yourself, just as your dream had predicted, but youâre less fixated on the feat of magic and more on what heâs transformed into.
Ezraâs not at all who you were expecting under the fur. Heâs remarkably handsome. Tall and broad shouldered. A strong nose accentuated by a dark mustache. His mouth is almost always set in a pout, full bottom lip turned out, jaw dotted with stubble.Â
Heâs not entirely unrecognizable. Thereâs something about the mirth in his smile that feels familiar, a slyness in his eye.Â
Still Itâs hard to believe that this is your Ezra, the little cat that curled up in your lap, tiptoed behind you on the back of the couch. Heâs all man, big enough to swallow you up in his embrace. If you were strangers, youâd be too intimidated to even look him in the eye.
You giggle to yourself at how ridiculous that thought is. Heâs Ezra. Your best friend. It doesnât matter what he looks like. And if you told him he was good looking heâd never shut up about it.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â he asks from the other side of the door, his voice muffled as he brings a shirt over his head.
âJust thinking about how my sweats fit you,â you say.
âBreathe a word of that to a soulââ he grumbles.Â
âAre you done yet?â
He sighs and you hear the latch on the door and there he is again. It knocks the air out of your lungs to be face to face with him once again, with that new face. Ezra stares back at you. His eyes are nothing like those sharp, golden eyes youâve known for so many years. Theyâre deep brown, big and roundâ funny enough, more like a puppy dog than a cat.Â
Your gaze falls down onto the outfit heâs chosen.
âWhat happened here?â You ask.Â
His shirt is only half buttoned leaving a large swath of that golden chest in view, a constellation of freckles dotting his neck clavicle. You noticed them when he was sprawled out on your bedroom floor, tried to keep your focus on those instead of letting your eyes wander too much.Â
âIâm afraid I havenât gained mastery over my thumbs yet,â he admits sheepishly.Â
âLet me.â You try to hide your grin.
You work the buttons, careful not to let your knuckles brush his front. His warmth radiates through the thin cotton and youâre suddenly very aware of how close youâre standing. It shouldnât be so tense. This is the same Ezra after all, the cat you snuggled to sleep every night. Nothingâs changed between you and yet itâs definitely not the same. You feel him watching you and you swear heâs holding his breath. He shifts uncomfortably.Â
âAre you sure these trousers are right?â He asks finally, palms grazing the fronts of his jeans. âTheyâre exceedingly restrictive.â
âWhenâs the last time you wore pants?â You ask him.
âWhen you tried to put me in that ridiculous cowboy get up,â he reminds you.Â
âYou were so cute!â you laugh, remembering how he flopped down on the floor in protest.Â
He scoffs.Â
âCome see yourself,â you say, motioning towards the trio full length mirrors at the end of the hall of dressing rooms.Â
Ezraâs a sight to behold in his new outfit. A crisp white shirt tucked into a pair of dark jeans. If you squint you can see the man he once was in one of those romantic billowy shirts.Â
âLooks good,â you say.Â
Ezraâs furrowed brow smooths and he catches your eye in the mirror with a bashful smile.Â
âYou have a dimple,â you say.Â
You keep noticing new things about him as the day goes on. Thereâs a little bald patch in his beard, wrinkles around his eyes when he laughs.Â
âI suppose I forgot,â he says, blushing. âAm I not what you expected?âÂ
If you didnât know him better, youâd think he sounded nervous.Â
âI donât know,â you say. Heâs not what you pictured yet heâs exactly right in every way. Heâs better than you pictured. He looks like that. How could you expect he was existing in your presence all this time?
You remind yourself quickly how wrong it is to be thinking of Ezra that way. Heâs the closest thing you have to a brother. How many nights did you stay up pouring your heart out to him about life? Itâs just the novelty, you assure yourself. Once you get used to him, itâll be different.Â
âI guess I thought youâd look like Ichabod Crane,â you tease.Â
âHilarious.â
ââ
âYou should go to the Grand Canyon,â you say.Â
All night, youâve been brainstorming a list for Ezra, all of the things he can finally do now that heâs turned. The two of you already crossed off the first thingâ eat dinner at a fancy restaurantâ and youâre working on the second itemâ drinks at the local watering hole.Â
Itâs a busy Saturday night but you worked some magic to get a cozy table. The place is rustic by design, the kind of bar invented for the Brooklyn transplants that are renovating barns into Air BnBs.Â
Itâs chock full of mortals but Ezra couldnât care less if he were surrounded by the witch hunters of Salem, just being out and about with you feels like a thrill.Â
âWhat about having a human body is necessary to visit the Grand Canyon?â Ezra asks. Â
The more drinks you had in you, the more esoteric the ideas became.Â
âI donât know. You could hike?â you say.Â
âI think I had the advantage with four legs. Iâll pass,â he says.Â
âI guess youâre right,â you say. Then you point an excited finger at him. âLearn to drive!â
He tilts his head, considering it but youâre already onto the next one.Â
âDancing!âÂ
âIâm not sure I know how itâs done these days,â he says. Heâd enjoyed dancing when he was human the first time, mainly because it gave him ample opportunity to touch and flirt. Â
âI donât know. You just move,â you tell him. âCome on. Iâll dance with you right now.â You reach your hand out for him across the table to show that you really mean it.Â
Ezraâs seen you dance hundreds of times. At witches gatherings, of course, but many more times in the kitchen, wearing your pajamas and singing off key, you scooping him up and rocking him to the beat. You might not be a good dancer, heâs not one to judge, but heâs always loved watching your hips find a rhythm.Â
Heâs still unsteady on his feet with less than 24 hours on his new legs and yet he couldnât care less if he looks a fool if it means he can dance with you. The two of you are sure to draw attentionâ no one else is dancing despite the fact that the musicâs so loud he has to shout to be heard. That doesnât bother him. Let these mortals see you with him for once. Let him pretend for a moment that youâre his.Â
He takes your hand, his heart speeding up in anticipation of your body being close, when your face falls. Your gaze is somewhere past him and you pull out of his grasp.Â
âOh, fuck,â you say.Â
Ezra looks over his shoulder to see a familiar face. A lanky guy carrying a guitar case stops in his tracks when he spies you. The last time Ezra saw this mortal he had his paws all over you.Â
âShit. I completely forgot. Connorâs playing a gig here tonight. He invited me,â you groan.Â
This fuck. Ezraâs joyous mood is jolted by the memory of Connor slobbering over your neck, the sounds of the two of you on the couch that he tried desperately to block out, the jealousy that sickened him. Here was one of the mortals that had touched and tasted you in the way Ezra had only dreamed interrupting his first chance to truly be close to you.Â
But his lips crack into a wicked smile as Connorâs face twists in disappointment. Ezra knows how it looks to him. Youâre here at his show where he hoped to woo you with song and youâre cozied up to another man. How many times had Ezra himself been forced to endure such humiliation?
 âHey,â you say with unconvincing friendliness, selling it by standing up to offer a hug when Connor finally works up the nerve to come by.Â
He keeps a wary eye on Ezra who in turn sits up straighter, chest out. He makes himself larger the same way he would passing one of the strays in the graveyard. Itâs been hard to adjust to his new body, constantly bumping into things because heâs bigger, off balance without a tail. But right now, he couldnât be more pleased with his new form.Â
âWhoâs your friend?â Connor asks without exchanging any pleasantries. Heâs not masking his annoyance very well.Â
âOh. This isââ
âEzra,â Ezra offers.Â
âHey,â Connor says dismissively.Â
âHeâs a friend of mine,â you add quickly. âWanted to tag along to your show.â
âI hear youâre quite the talent,â he says.Â
Thereâs a twitch in Connorâs brow as you kick Ezra under the table.Â
âI guess you need to go set up,â you encourage, so ready to be rid of him.Â
Ezra has other plans.Â
âYou must have time for a drink first. Whatâll it be?â He asks. He can feel your eyes on him, trying to figure out his ulterior motive.Â
âIPA,â Connor answers after a momentâs hesitation.Â
Ezraâs powers tingle as he waves over the waitress.Â
Connor finds a chair and joins you at the little table. The beer sets his mind at ease as you bullshit about how Ezra is an old friend, trying to save this guyâs pride. It seems like he buys it. Like all mortals, heâs a bit dim.Â
Heâs ridiculous, too. Talks a lot without asking you questions. Thinks heâs terribly interesting when heâs no different from the other mortal men that have shared your bed. Â
âIsnât your catâs name Ezra?â Connor finally realizes after droning on about David Bowie as if he were the one that heard an original pressing of Ziggy Stardust.Â
You stutter for a moment but you donât have to come up with an answer because Ezra chimes in.
âNow, what was it you were attempting to elucidate with regards to psychedelic rock?â Ezra asks.Â
You stifle a laugh, choking down some of your drink to hide it. This time, beneath the table youâre pressing your knee into his.Â
âUh,â Connor says, trying to gather his thoughts. âYeah.â
He clears his throat, runs a hand through his hair then reaches for his beer again.Â
âWell a lot of people think it starts with The Beatles but actually,â Connor lifts his drink to his lips in a theatrical pause, taking a swig, but his expression contorts in confusion, then disgust. He spits the beer back into his glass and with it comes a spider, itâs spindly legs thrashing about wildly. âAh! Fuck!â he sputters.Â
In his fright, Connorâs arms flail cartoonishly. The glass flies from his grasp and hits the table top, spilling its contents in all directions. You cry out, jumping up to avoid getting a lap full of IPA. The spider spins in the slippery puddle, trying to scurry every which way. Connor tries to distance himself from the arachnid but he legs of his chair catch and he topples over backwards onto the floor.
All conversation dies away around you as the other patrons have turned to watch the chaotic sceneâ Connorâs feet pointed up towards the ceiling, the floor beneath the table pooling with spilled beer. Ezra sits cool as a cucumber, his side of the table miraculously dry.
âCareful there, Connor,â he says. âJust a pretty little spider.â
You shoot him a look and he shrugs innocently. Your eyes say behave but itâs contradicted by a budding smile.Â
âYou good?â you ask.
Connor lays there wincing, probably much more embarrassed than he is bruised. Ezra offers a hand to help him up, all friendly smiles. Connor scowls but he has no choice but to accept, letting himself be hoisted to his feet by the other man. The crowd loses interest as Connor dusts himself off.Â
âWhat a tumult,â Ezra says with a laugh. He slaps Connor on the shoulder so hard that he stumbles forward.
The waitress comes over with a bar rag and a judgemental look.Â
âDid you hurt yourself?â You ask.
âIâm fine,â Connor answers a little too quickly. He flattens his ruffled hair. âListen, maybe I should just go warm up.â He motions towards the little platform that serves as the stage.
âA wise idea,â Ezra says and Connor darts away.
âYouâre bad,â you say but youâre practically bursting with laughter.
Ezra considers continuing his mischief while Connorâs performingâ make him play the wrong notes or break a guitar stringâ but he doesnât have to. Connorâs eyes keep finding you as he sings his whiney little songs and each time, Ezraâs right there. Leaning in close to talk to you over the music, making little quips that have you close to spitting out your drink. Right now, you couldnât care less about this mortal, busy trying to convince Ezra that karaoke should be added to his adventure list.Â
âLetâs go,â you say after draining your glass.Â
âBut your friendâs not done,â he teases.Â
âI think weâve heard enough,â you say.Â
You offer Connor a sad little wave as you get up from the table, taking Ezraâs hand in yours to lead him through the throng of people crowding the bar.Â
He watches Connorâs face fall as his eyes follow you to the exit. Itâs a silly little revenge but to Ezra itâs delicious, a comeuppance for every mortal thatâs been in your bed. Maybe Connor thinks youâre taking Ezra home to do the same to him. Good. Itâs so delightful that Ezra doesnât even care that it isnât true.
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âWhat have I unleashed on the world?â you ask with laughter, crossing the threshold of your apartment.
âI have no idea to what you are referring,â Ezra says but thereâs a smirk on his lips.Â
âYouâve gone from hairballs in shoes to public humiliation.â You should be more sympathetic to poor Connor but you canât stop giggling. Every time you recall the sight of him flying backwards, flapping his arms, youâre in stitches again.
âJust a little harmless magic to warm up my powers,â he replies. âNot to worry, little mage, Iâm sure heâll still be more than happy to accept a booty call.âÂ
You shake your head. Between the awful conversation, the spew of spider, and the wailing of his songs, you have no interest in revisiting things with Connor.
In the kitchen you pour two glasses of water, adding a few drops of a tincture you keep handy for hangovers. Youâre still a little tipsy, will probably wake up with a headache in the morning, but you donât care. You canât remember the last time you had so much fun with another witch. Not that it should surprise you. Itâs Ezra after all.
âYou know, you canât fuck with these mortals too much. You do that to the wrong guy and theyâll start hunting us again,â you warn. You hand Ezra one of the glasses and flop down on the couch beside him.Â
âBut itâs alright to toy with their emotions?â Ezra retorts. âHow many hearts have you broken?â
You scoff in mock offense but you know heâs right. Youâve never let yourself get attached to any mortals. Somewhere, deep down, you knew youâd never have a serious relationship with one of them so there was no fear of falling in love, no worry about their feelings, no risk of getting hurt.
Now that youâve stopped moving, fatigue sets in. You rest your head on Ezraâs shoulder. Youâre starting to get used to the fact that you can actually do that but it hasnât gotten old yet. An absent grin plays on your lips.Â
âDid you have a good first human day?â you ask.Â
You feel his chuckle under your cheek.Â
âI did indeed,â he says.Â
Your smile widens. Ezraâs arm wraps around your shoulders, his fingers gently grazing circles over your sleeve, and you nuzzle further into his chest.Â
âThank you, little mage,â he says.Â
âMm,â is all you manage.
Your heavy eyelids begin to drift closed. Itâs so cozy, you imagine yourself as a little cat in Ezraâs arms. You wonder if this is how it felt for him, cuddled in your lap, getting scritches under his chin, and you swear youâre purring. No, youâve fallen asleep and started snoring.Â
You force yourself awake with a groan. Ezraâs sitting contentedly beside you, watching you shift and stretch.
âIâve got to sleep,â you yawn and manage to drag yourself onto your feet.Â
Ezra doesnât move, just nods and says, âGood night.â
âAre you staying up?â you ask. He must be exhausted after such a roller coaster of a day.Â
âI think Iâll sleep here,â he tells you.Â
You falter just outside of your bedroom.Â
âYou donât have to,â you say.Â
âI should,â he says.Â
âOh. Okay.â Youâre not sure why it hurts. âWell, then you take the bed. I'll sleep out here,â you offer.Â
âItâs your bed,â he says.Â
A pang of guilt punches you in the gut. How many times had you reminded him of that?
âItâs alright. Iâve slept here on numerous occasions,â he assures you.Â
You linger for a moment, trying to come up with some good reason why he shouldnât stay on the couch. It shouldnât be important to you. He might want his own space, some privacy after all these years, yet it feels like youâre losing something.Â
âLet me get some sheetsââ
âI know where the linens are,â he says. Obviously. He lives here too.Â
Eventually you have to stop standing there like a weirdo and go to the bedroom. Door open or closed? You leave it somewhere in between.Â
âGânight,â you say.Â
You lay in bed listening to Ezra in the linen closet, then shucking his jeans and settling on the sofa. Suddenly youâre wide awake and sober as a judge, ruminating on what this means for the future. The two of you can only slip further and further away. He wants his own place to sleep, heâll want his own place to live. Itâs only natural. Heâs not yours anymore. Thatâs what you wanted, wasnât it?
You roll over, pulling the covers up to your ears. Then off. You punch your pillow into shape. You strain your ears, listening for Ezra's breathing in the next room. Is he sleeping? You lean off the side of your bed, peering into the darkness and do your best to make out his form in the shadows.Â
Soon Ezra will have his own life, his own friends. Heâs always been his own person. At least thatâs what youâve always said. How long have you been deluding yourself?
You shift again, grabbing your pillow and squeezing it in your arms to mimic his catâs body. No luck. Nothingâs the same as Ezra. The occasions when youâve fallen asleep without him clutched to you have been few and far between. Loneliness aches in your chest. This wasnât something youâd thought through before you cast your spell.Â
Finally you throw back the sheets and march into the living room.
Ezra lays on the little couch as best he can, bare to the waist clad only in the boxers you made him buy. One of his long legs is sprawled over the side of the couch, the other tucked under his body. His eyes are wide open, staring up at the ceiling, an arm folded beneath his head.Â
âI canât sleep,â you say.
âLikewise,â he says.
âThis is ridiculous. Ez, youâve always slept with me,â you complain.
âThat was different,â he says, sitting up on an elbow.
âWellââ You want to tell him that nothingâs changed but it doesnât really feel like the truth. Everythingâs felt different today. You throw up your hands. âThis is weird.â
He looks at you for a long time, the swell of his bottom lip turning into a deep frown.
âJust. Come on,â you say.
You leave the door open for him as you go back to your room and climb into bed. Itâs his turn to hesitate, loitering in the doorway. Moonlight catches on the slope of his shoulder and the angle of his nose, glints in his unsure eyes. You sit with your arms crossed until finally he relents.Â
Itâs certainly not the same as it was to have your cat beside you. Ezra occupies a large part of your double bed but he leaves a wide swath of mattress between you, keeping his limbs close to his body. Your instincts tell you to reach out for him but you donât want to overstep this new boundary.Â
Despite the awkwardness, the delicate balance neither of you want to upset, feeling his warmth on the sheets, youâre finally able to breathe a sigh and sink into your pillow at last. His warm eyes gaze at you, giving you a long, slow blink.
âBetter?â he asks.Â
âMhm,â you answer.Â
And soon youâre both fast asleep.Â
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Ezraâs cock greets him in the morning like an old friend.Â
He can feel your breasts warm against his back, your arm curled around his waist the same as always. Despite his efforts to keep his distance, you found each other in the night, sleeping the only way you know how. His body responded in kind.
This was what he feared, why he triedâ brieflyâ to be good and sleep on the couch. Though to say that youâd twisted his arm was a lie. Heâd given in far too quickly because he wanted you too much.
He canât keep thinking about you like this if he wants to stay close to you, if he plans on surviving as a human. But all he wants to do is crawl down the bed, bury his face between your thighs, and make you his.Â
Before he does something rash, he slips away from you. Youâre fast asleep thanks to the drinks and the late night. As Ezra rolls off the mattress, you let out a complaint, a little whimper that goes straight to his groin. He freezes, cock aching, and watches you roll over. Youâre beautiful bathed in morning light, the sheets laying gently across your curves. If only he could run his hand over their outline.Â
His movements are not exactly cat-like as he creeps into the bathroom, the old wooden floors protesting with each step. As soon as the lock clicks heâs divesting himself of these ridiculous underthings. And there he is, that old menace. His length glistens with leaking precum, tip flushed red, begging to be touched. Ezra grips the base carefully but it still elicits a groan. Heâs too sensitiveâ hundreds of years of pent up desire and a night beside you have him dizzy.Â
He gives himself an experimental stroke and itâs like lightning. His knees buckle and he has to hold himself up with his palm against the back of the door. With a silent curse and a steadying breath, Ezra spits into his fist and goes again. Slow, gentle. He knows he wonât last but heâs afraid his new body wonât be able to take the rapture. Itâs divine torture, his mind soon swimming in pleasure.Â
Every dream heâs had, each time you danced under the moon or came out of the shower skin beaded with water, it all rushes past his eyes a cacophony of obscenities. Thank the stars you canât see him like this, more animalistic than when he was one. Repulsive. Fucking his fist as he thinks of you, the only witch thatâs ever cared for him. Defiling you in his mind.Â
He promises his guilty conscience that heâll never do this again. He just needs it this once as his muscles strain and tighten. Itâs bliss and agony all at once and heâs so close to breaking, he can hardly bear it.
âEzra?â he hears you from the bedroom. Your voice is still rough and husky from sleep and itâs more than enough to push him over the edge.Â
His head falls back, eyes squeezed shut, and he chokes down the growl thatâs erupted from his chest. His hips jump and his hand is coated in hot release.Â
âEz?â you call out.Â
Ezra swallows dryly, inhales as deeply as he can manage.Â
âJust a moment,â he manages to croak out as his forehead comes to rest against the cool wood of the bathroom door.Â
âOh,â you say with relief. âYou werenât there. I thought-â I was afraid maybe the spell went wrong.â
âNot to worry, little mage,â he says. âIâm still under your spell.â
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The two of you spend the day in the basement, doing magic together. Ezra shows off the spells that were something of a specialty for him. Mostly, theyâre party tricks. (âThis one used to send the mortals frothing,â he says as he changes a glass of water into wine.)
The only blemish on an otherwise perfect day came when you offered helpfully, âYou know, if we can clean out the spare room down here, you could have a place of your own.â
It stung though Ezra knew you would expect him to leave the nest eventually. Maybe youâd heard what heâd been doing behind the bathroom door and were hinting he find somewhere else to abuse himself.
It feels good to be doing magic again, even better to share with you. Heâs a little rusty, working a muscle thatâs been comatose for years. You donât seem to mind. Youâre impressed, just as giddy as he is, though youâre not amused when he turns a bowl of pasta noodles into worms.
âIf you ever do that to me, Iâll turn you back,â you swear.
Youâre particularly fascinated with a piece of magic Ezra shows you where he ignites a flame in his hand.Â
âShow me again,â you say.
He strikes his thumb against his fingertips as though they were flint on steel and the fire sparks. You watch with a furrowed brow, rehearsing the motion with your own hand.
âYou can do it with a candle. Itâs quite the same,â he explains. The flame glows orange, hovering in his palm until he snuffs it in his fist.
You hold your hand forward and mimic his motion to no avail.Â
âItâs not a snap,â he says in reply to your frustrated groan. âObserve.â He demonstrates again, slower this time.
âThatâs what I did,â you complain.
After a few more attempts you shake your head.
âI canât do it.â
âYou turned a cat into a man. This is well within your abilities,â he assures you.
You thrust your hand towards him. âShow me.â
âVery well,â he says.Â
Itâs not like your touch is new to him and still he swoons as he cups your hand in his. Maybe itâs because yours is so much smaller, almost delicate. Itâs the intimacy of this moment, the magic, that has his heart hammering. Your powers vibrate beneath your skin, heating you from within.
You donât have to stand so close but you slot yourself against him, your shoulders against his chest.
âRelax,â he whispers into the shell of your ear. He canât help himself, resting his other hand on your hip.Â
You take a deep breath and he marvels at how easily you unwind in his arms. If you turn towards him, your lips will brush.
âFocus,â he says as if his own head isnât swimming.
You nod and Ezra guides your thumb across your fingers.Â
The fire doesnât just spark to life in your hand but it ignites as if it were fed by kerosene, flaring wildly. It burns so hot he can feel it radiating through your fingers. You let out a delighted squeal, your smile brighter than the flame itself.Â
âHoly shit!â You turn to share your joy with Ezra, so close your noses touch as you move. You giggle.Â
He canât help but grin himself. You are truly amazing.Â
It all shatters in an instant. You hear the jingle of the shop door above and the fire in your fist fizzles to ash. You freeze except for your eyes that grow wide with horror. Footsteps cross overhead, the floorboards creaking. The bookstore is closed just as it is every Halloween week. There are no customers coming in. Thereâs only one person that could be here.Â
Ezra hears Margot call out your name and his stomach drops.
âAre you down there?â she says. Sheâs just at the top of the stairs where you left the door propped open.
âUh huh,â you answer. You still havenât moved an inch, just stand there dumbly.
Youâd talked briefly about how the two of you would break the news to Aunt Margot but you hadnât come to a decision. You still had time to figure it out and you were both so giddy that you couldnât imagine a world where she was anything but delighted to see what heâd become. Suddenly itâs an incredible risk and neither of you are prepared.
ââI just kept thinking about you here all alone. I left as soon as I could,â she says. âEverybody was asking aboutââ her eyes finally land on Ezra and she stiffens ââyou.â
âAunt Margotââ you try.
Percy, whoâs just peeked his head out of her breast pocket, lets out a squeal.
âWhat have you done?â she asks, her voice barely a whisper.Â
Heâs not sure how she knowsâ Margot is perceptive in ways neither you or Ezra could anticipateâ but she doesnât need to be told. Â
She stares at the man before her and heâs brought back to the look on Ceeâs face years upon years ago when he stood over Damonâs limp body.
Itâs a punch in his gut delivered by himself long ago, it all slips away. The party is over, the jig is up. The past two days evaporate like one of his dreams. Those sweet mornings waking up beside you, the swell of your touch, the thought of a future. Heâd really believed it could go on like that forever.Â
You look as terrified as your aunt but you swallow it down and say, âI turned him back.â
âThatâs not possible,â Margot says.Â
âIâm afraid it is,â Ezra says. His words donât hold any of their usual cool confidence.Â
âIs this why you stayed home?â
âNoââ you try. Â
âYou lied to me,â Margot says. âAnd you had no right to do this.â
âWe had no intention of doing this before you departed,â Ezra begins.
âThe laws have changed,â you snap. Ezra wraps his hand around yours, not sure if heâs protecting you or grounding you before you lose your cool.Â
âWell, theyâre still laws. And shame on you, Ezra, for letting her do that,â Margot snipes.Â
âI talked him into it,â you say.Â
âOh, yes, Iâm sure it took a lot of convincing,â she replies with an eye roll. âHave you lost your mind?âÂ
âItâs unjust what they did to him,â you argue.Â
âHe was convicted of killing another witch. Iâm sorry, Ezra, but that is no petty crime.â
âThat other witch was a child abuser!â you snap.Â
Ezra clenches his jaw. Youâre the only other person heâs told about Cee and now seems like an inopportune moment to start pouring out his guts. Margoâs sharp eyes look to him for confirmation, her frown softening with surprise.
âI make no excuse for my transgressions,â he says.
âYou should turn yourself in to the elders before they find out on their own,â Margot says.Â
âNo,â you say.Â
âSheâs right,â Ezra says, his eyes cast to the floor.Â
âNo,â you say once more. âEzra served his time. And he should never have been such an inhumane punishment.â
Margot hears none of it, shaking her head with her eyes screwed shut. âThe elders will take your powers for this. Or worse. Theyâll make you both into cats. And you did this all under my roof. Did you think this through at all?â
Reality sinks in the pit of Ezraâs stomach. Heâs put you in danger but Margot too. Sheâs always been good to him, one of the few people he enjoys and heâs gotten her mixed up in a crime.Â
âYou werenât even here,â you say, your voice wavering. Clearly the guilt is creeping through your veins as well.Â
âGo upstairs, dear. I need to speak to Ezra alone,â she demands.Â
âNo,â you say with indignation.
âItâs alright,â Ezra tells you.
You look between the two of them. Margot stares at him as if youâve already left the room and you have no choice but to obey.Â
Margot says nothing, shooting daggers at Ezra for an excruciating amount of time. At last, she puts her hand to her brow in exasperation and does her best to collect her emotions.Â
âLet me get a look at you,â Margot says when she stands tall again.Â
Ezra steps forward, presenting himself with a slight bow as he was accustomed to do. He has many years on her but he currently feels like a boy caught by the schoolmarm, about to get his knuckles rapped.Â
She takes his hand, turns it over in her own, inspecting the magic youâve done. Margot lets out an indignant scoff.Â
âHow did she do it?â Margot asks, her voice half suspicion, half wonder.
âA potion. A spell. It was by her own hand,â he explains. âShe foresaw it in a dream.âÂ
Margot fingertips brush her lips, the whirl of thoughts racing through her mind plain on her face.Â
âYou know what kind of witch has the powers to cast a spell like that?â he asks.
Her answer is a nod and a sigh, her shoulders straightening. Still lost in thought, Ezra fills the silence with his plea.
âMargot, I have served your family for two centuries but I have never cared for another witch as deeply as I do your niece,â he admits. âIâm well aware that what weâve done is bold and rash. Foolish, even. But I promise you that I will not let any harm come to her so long as Iâm living.â
His heart beats so hard, heâs afraid it might leap from his chest.
Margot looks into his eyes and thereâs a momentary prickle along his scalp. Her lips quirk and her expression softens and Ezra feels too vulnerable. Heâs let her see too much of the truth. If he could, heâd climb out of his own skin. The moment passes as Margot masks her sympathy, raising her chin and crossing her arms in a way that reminds him of you.
âFine. This isnât an endorsement,â she says. âBut you can tell her Iâm not going to rat you out.â
âThank you,â he says. He knows that heâs been given yet another gift he doesnât deserve. Hopefully Margot can sense his gratitude as she did his conviction. He heads after you, towards the back door of the shop but is stopped by the sound of his name. Turning, he sees Margot with her keen eye on him.
âBe careful,â she warns.
Heâs not sure what sheâs referring to but he knows sheâs right.
đââŹ
Part 5
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masterlist
updated: 4/16/25
character list: friedrich harding, tangerine, ben leonard, paddy feld, felix catton, recom miles quaritch, jake sully, kylo ren, miguel o'hara, hobie brown, john price, simon riley, kĂśnig, eddie munson, geralt of rivia, luke danes, logan howlett, thranduil, joel miller, harry castillo, din djarin, deiter bravo, francisco morales, ezra (prospect), oberyn martell, marcus acacius.
requests are: OPEN
limits
joel miller
yours: you get new neighbors in Jackson, Joel doesn't like how much attention they pay to you so he decides to teach them a lesson. [SMUT]
unfair: an au about Joel attending a wedding simply inspired by Pedro's slutty little fit at the SAG awards. [SMUT]
part 2: good morning: Mornings with Joel are the best. [SMUT]
saying thanks: Joel is your grumpy patrol partner who doesnât even talk to you in the streets of Jackson. But one night a man grabs your arm at the Tipsy Bison, and Joelâs decided he doesnât like it. [SMUT]
set me on fire, i'll keep you warm: you and Joel get stuck in a cabin together during a winter storm [SMUT, a/b/o dynamics]
part 2: crack me open, swallow me whole: you go on one patrol without joel and a band of raiders finds you [SMUT, a/b/o dynamics]
hollow: Joel spends a day remembering what could have been [ANGST, no comfort]
frankie morales
never have i ever: your childhood best friend Ben takes you on a beach trip with him and his friends from the army. you and frankie seem to get along like a house fire [SMUT]
marcus acacius
meum cor: Your father had raised you for one purpose: to be a very rich man's wife someday. As it turns out, that man is Marcus Acacius, the renowned general himself.
part 2: ubi tu gaius, ego gaia: The day of your wedding to Marcus Acacius finally has come. What kind of man is he behind closed doors?
eddie munson
the boy is mine (viv's version): a romantic night at the trailer
just love me and eat: you watched Eddie die, so this must be some nightmare in your room
part 2: itâll heal: Eddieâs perspective on his new life [SMUT]
late night visits: Eddie catches you dropping Max off and invites you over, he teaches you how to smoke weed [SMUT]
velma: You attend a Halloween party with Eddie, things don't go quite as planned when Jason Carver acts like a jerk
twenty-five: You always cry on your birthday, and this is the year Eddie finds out
silence: The five times you asked Eddie to be quiet, and the one time he was [ANGST, NO COMFORT]
squeeze: Eddie is your tattoo artist and long term boyfriend, one night you have an idea of how to spice up your next tattoo session. [SMUT]
simon "ghost" riley
simon riley brainrot: you sit next to him on a plane [drabble]
roadburn: someone hits simonâs motorcycle while you were riding
take it all: you meet simon at a bar and go home with him [SMUT, toxic simon]
small apologies: six months later simon decides he wants to apologize [SMUT]
kĂśnig
king of the joust: you attend a tourney with your family, a knight youâve never seen before wants your favor [plus size reader]
part 2: sworn sword: civil unrest in the kingdom forces your father and the king to assign a knight to you for your protection. thankfully he is someone you have already met before
part 3: golden linings: the evening ball presents you with an unconventional dance partner
part 4: words fall short: you canât stop thinking about some rude words said about you at last nightâs feast, but your knight doesnât let you worry for long
part 5: if she would have me: kĂśnig personally comforts you through the news of your betrothal. things get out of hand [SMUT]
part 6: anything you ask: despite all odds, it is finally your wedding day [SMUT]
hobie brown
and they were roommates: you and Hobie always toe the line between friends and something more.
miguel o'hara
only a little crazy: you get hurt working at the Spider-Society and your grumpy boss decides to come check on you.
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If any sparklecare situation people are interested, I have continued to update that document where I look further into the people mentioned in the Kittycorn Information Doc and why a lot of them are being called groomers
i know i posted this before but i recently saw someone not knowing about the Loki stuff which I wrote about at the end of the document (it's not directly related to the Kittycorn situation but comes up sometimes in relation). and people have been saying 'someone should make a groomer callout masterlist' so maybe people will find this useful
current summary:
(please read the whole thing if you actually want to know details, for some of these it was hard to summarize. i recommend looking into evidence yourself instead of taking my word for it. i tried to include lots of links in the document so that the readers could read the posts themselves.)
a lot of people listed here are proshippers who draw proshipper porn (CreatingChimera, woofles, and Loki/spoonfulofsuga at least) if that matters to you. In this document I am focusing on other things because their proshipper porn is usually pretty easy to find / they're not denying it
CreatingChimera showed vore fetish content to their sibling when Chimera was 12 and the sibling was 8. This heavily negatively affected the sibling. Chimera says that they had no ill intentions because they were 12
Woofles online dated a 15 year old when he was 18. He drew porn of their fursonas together. Says he had no bad intentions and that heâs not a groomer. I dislike how heâs handled the situation (exposing the 15 y/oâs kinks/fetishes, for one)
Oliver sent porn to young minors as an adult, his partner says this was because he was In A Bad Place⢠and that he wonât do it any more
Emsody was in an extremely close friendship with a 14 year old when they were 18. Emsody says that nothing inappropriate happened but itâs. I dunno how to summarize. Kind of suspicious? Weird anyway? There's a lot of suspicious/uncomfortable comments that have allegedly been made.
Iâm not really sure what is going on with Imani but it seems like she is not associated with her previous friend group?
not directly related to Kittycorn, but this sometimes comes up alongside CreatingChimera stuff: Loki/spoonfulofsuga is a paraphile who draws 'proship' porn. He was on Oddballs (a website that allowed pro contacts and minors), he still retweets from its owner Ezra, and overall is far too chill with pro-contact people in my opinion.
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Ezra Goes to Church feat. Ezra & f!reader
Summary: Ezra likes to be comfortable everywhere.
Pairing: Ezra & f!reader | Rating:Â PG-13 | Word Count: 350
Content Warnings: no smut but Ezra alludes to his attributes, takes place in a church
Author's Notes: This is my submission for @toxicanonymity's Manspread Olympics. Thank you to @strang3lov3 for encouraging me to get in on this.
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You sat up straight, the pew in the church your cousinâs son was being christened in not allowing you to sit any other way lest you sit in a way inappropriate.
Ezra, on the other hand, seemed less concerned with what was appropriate. He was sitting back, finding a comfortable position low on the pew. His head rested on the rounded, worn top of backrest and his legs were spread to an indecent degree.Â
You werenât sitting in the back - you were sitting in the second row. Among other family members, Ezra's laid back comfort was not going unnoticed by those around you. You nudged his knee with yours.Â
âYes, doveâŚâ, he murmured, the back of his fingers gently touching your shoulder as he warmly watched your cousin ahead, holding her son with the pastor.Â
âSit. Up.â, you whispered sharply back, leaning down slightly.
âHmm?â Ezra turned his head slightly, looking up at you from the corners of his eyes.
He saw the warning look you gave with raised brows, and he shrugged a âwhat?â in response.
You huffed and leaned down to whisper in his ear. âSit up now and stop spreading your legs. Itâs⌠itâs indecent.â
âIndecent?â, he whispered back, brows contorted in confusion.Â
âYouâre in a church. Sit up now.â
As you sat back upright, foolishly assuming the conversation was over, and turned your gaze back to the front of the room. Ezra grinned at your profile and spoke a little louder than the whisper you had spoken to him in.Â
âIf the good lord did not intend for me to sit at my leisure in his house then why on earth allow his children to fill it with pews this long and gift me with a titanâs girth?â
Your eyes widened, feeling mortified. Your elderly great-aunt, sitting in the pew in front of you, turned slightly, looked at you then at Ezra. Her eyes darted down to his crotch in a fleeting glace and her brow raised in approval. She then turned back around, shifting in her seat.
You were never going to live this down.Â

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By Starlight Alone: Ezra x F!Reader
Warnings: Lots of kissing, trespassing? Alcohol consumption. Implied smut. Ezra running his mouth. Like seriously, that guy could read the ingredient list on a cereal box and I would drop to my knees. Reader mentions early adulthood insecurities. No age gap. Reader is the same age as Ezra.
A/N: This was a funny one for me. If you've been looking at my blog you know I've been Going Through Some Shit. I found this story in my WIP folder with about the first third written. I had no memory of writing it. I'm going to look at it as a gift from the universe. In my mind this is the same reader as the Liminal AU but this can stand on its own.
âWe suffer, I think, from a lack of stars.â âA lack of stars.â First time youâve been able to enjoy the fire pit in months, the ground bone dry for so long, and now the air smells of rain and wet earth and worms and the smoke of the low embers. Cee ate her weight in sâmores and hotdogs toasted on sticks, and then retreated to her room to game. You look at Ezra, laid back as far as his battered lawn chair will allow, expect a smirk, but his face is grim. âYouâre serious.â
"Whenâs the last time you saw a proper sky of stars? Whenâs the last time you saw the Milky Way?â You frown. âI donât know really. Probably not since I still lived at home. I used to go and stand in the driveway and smoke when I couldnât sleep. You remember the comet?â âThe one that hit Jupiter?â âNo the other one. I was home for Easter Break. It had two tailsââ âThat was Hale-Bopp! Me and Damon dragged a couple of lawn chairs and sleeping bags into Maâs back field. Damon filched some cigarettes and a bottle of some gruesome fruit wine. Wild Irish Rose if I recall correctly.â âOooogh,â You shudder, recalling your own experiences with Wild I, namely being hauled back into your dorm room by well meaning friends, waking the next day with puke crusted in your hair. Ezra chuckles. âMe and my friends thought it was some kind of omen. My back home friends, not my college friends.â
Not sure why that distinction popped out of your mouth, brings back the judgement flickering in their eyes, the sense that they were all smarter than you despite your grades. Not smarter, but maybe better? More worldly at the very least. That small town dumb hick shame clings even now, decades from there, people closest to you then now facebook profiles that havenât updated in years.
âYou okay, honey?â You turn and Ezraâs eyes are fixed on yours, low cherry red glow of dying coals, ugly sodium street light shining them. âYeah. Just thinking about back then. Itâs funny, you know? We couldâve been watching that comet at the exact same time, couldnât we?â Ezra stands suddenly, rusty lawn chair creaks in protest, squeal of metal and soft slither of wet grass and he hoses the coals, steam hissing and billowing up into the black. âEz?â âLetâs go for a ride. Letâs go see some stars.â âWhat about Cee?â âWhat about her? Sheâs so embroiled in, whatâs it? Baldurâs Gate? She likely wonât even notice weâre gone. Sheâs nearly grown. Sheâs not gonna burn the house down. How bout it, Sunny-girl? Take a ride with me.â
Drive a little ways out of the city in Ezraâs rattlebox truck, warbling AM station tinny through the speakers, I fall to pieces, Ezraâs rough voice threaded through with Patsy Clineâs, each time someone speaks your name, soft slither of slide guitars, soft glow of the dashboard lights ghosting him against the dark outside. You frown. âI thought thereâd be more fireflies this time of year,â you say, thinking of late Sunday nights in the back seat, watching the fields light with green fairy fire, background noise of grown up conversation, your folks just talking about the week to come without any care for the green stars stuttering in the grass, so many, driving so fast that the light pulled into elongate streaks like hyperspace in Star Wars. âHavenât been as many lately,â says Ezra, âNot like it used to be growin up.â
He steers you down a narrow gravel road that opens up onto a wide field, pulls off into a bit of mowed berm bordered by row on row of corn, blade-like leaves stretching skyward, smell of ripening, a bit like the smell of come. Signs posted every few feet with the brand and variety. Ezra kills the engine and hops out. You hook the sweaty sixer from the foot well and follow him, climb up in the truck bed beside him. Pop a beer and hand it to him, clink your bottles together and drink. âClose you eyes,â âWhy?â Ezra smirks, that slow smile that you sometimes want to slap but more often want to kiss off his face. âIf weâre gonna really see the stars, weâve got to get our night eyes on. Close âem. Iâll set a timer. Three minutes should do.â âHmmm, youâre just going to get up to shenanigans while my eyes are closed.â âOi! I am an honorable man! I am offended that you think I would use your temporary lack of sight to my advantage!â You hear the smile in his words. âIâm counting on it, handsome.â
You are the least surprised person in the world when his lips find yours, tender press and prickle of his mustache, tongue licking languid into your mouth, your Ezra who can always kiss you breathless, that slow way of his that makes you ache for him, a soft cry when he withdraws but then he nuzzles into the column of your throat, grazes his teeth against that one spot that makes you squirm and break into gooseflesh. âYou donât have your eyes closed, you jackass,â âI do not,â he says, nibbles at the join of your neck and shoulder, âMy need to make love to your under the stars has eclipsed my desire to see them clearly. You can describe them to me. If you can keep your focus on the night sky, that is.â âYou, sir, are a fucking menace.â âI am indeed. Open your eyes and help me with these buttons.â
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đ¸ Unique "TagValueNumbers" - Part 8 đ For my "CAS Filters" mod! (Patreon)
Before I do the whole copypaste of the post body, I would like to state that some drama has arisen concerning my "CAS Filters" mod, post release. If you find that I have added a filter for your content to my mod and you do not wish to allow simmers who download your content to be able to filter your content under your creator name while using my mod, you are welcomed to request that I strike your filter from the mod and it will be removed in the following update.
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We are now in the post-release phase of this project, which means new filters will be added in "feature updates". HOWEVER, if there is a 9-digit "ID" assigned to a creator filter in my glorious spreadsheet, it can be added to content ahead of the next "feature update".
I will try to provide JSON files for all "PENDING" filters ahead of "feature updates". If I do, they will be available on the Patreon post and any mirrors that permit me to share JSON files.
As always, you are welcome to request any name added to the list, but you are also welcome to request a 9-digit "ID" if one has not been assigned yet, and also request a JSON.
Simmers can also request personalized "IDs" for personal use, similar to how I made one for "my anonymous friend".
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Tumblr appears to have a limit for how many users I can @ in a post, but I would like to @ everyone on Tumblr when I create filters for them, as a way to notify you about what I'm doing and so simmers who see this post can find you easily.
I might come off as an egomaniacal arsehole at times (always for good reason), but it's because I care about our community.
I opted to not re-blog the Tumblr OP linked above because it is subject to lots of changes and Tumblr doesn't update the "preview" of re-blogged posts, HOWEVER, you're more than welcomed to re-blog the Tumblr OP and/or this post.
đ¸ A UNIQUE 9-DIGIT "ID" FOR EVERYONE:
The 9-digit numbers following your name are to be used in the "TagValueNumber" field for the "SpecialContent" TAG.
Each 9-digit "ID" is unique to the creator it was made for - it is based on your creator name. I made them using a slightly convoluted system I devised in order to ensure that every "ID" is unique and that the filter list in CAS maintains some semblance of alphabetical order. These "numbers"IDs" can potentially be used for other things, but we'll get to that later.
đ HOW IT DO, PIKACHU:
If you're well-versed in creating or modifying CAS content, all you need to do is add a new TAG to your swatches - you can do just the first swatch, but you should do all swatches - and change the "CategoryNumber" to "127" (without the quotes), and change the "TagValueNumber" to the desired 9-digit "ID".
For everyone else who is new to this, there are detailed instructions in the form of easy to follow screenshots attached to the Tumblr OP and the Patreon OP, with further text-based instructions in the Patreon OP.
Individual JSON files for Sims 4 Studio for each filter TAG are also available, to make the process of adding these TAGS easier.
@afrosimtricsims -- 201376746
@anachrosims -- 201622476
@bluexxxxx -- 202583745
@chrimsimy -- 203474674
@ezra-trait -- 305972872
@ezrelea -- 305973532
@hexcodesims -- 408392330
@jennisims -- 510366474
@khadijah551 -- 511423452
@largetaytertots -- 512274382
@flowermilksims -- 512862668
@madameriasims4 -- 613232637
@themintsimmer -- 613468746
@mermaladesims -- 613376252
@missvalentine142 -- 613477825
@regina-raven -- 718344627
@rplts4 -- 718623782
@saladtomatoes -- 719252386
@sim-saurus -- 719467287
@simtury -- 719468879
@sulsultiti -- 719857858
@thatsims4hore -- 820428746
@xiuminuwu -- 924486468
@xsavannahx987 -- 924728266
@zeussim -- 926387000
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[CAS SCREENSHOTS PENDINGâ˘]
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Nixelle 'Nix' / Darth Nivala - Character sheet
I did a little redesign of Nixâs character, and hereâs her updated character sheet â¤ď¸
By the way, Chapter 2 of a SW: Rebels based fanfiction A Sith Out of Time is now out! Itâs more of an introduction chapter, but donât worryâChapter 3 is coming soon, and itâll finally bring a bit of action into the story.
đ Read chapter 2 on AO3
I already have 7 chapters pre-written and the story keeps going strong. Iâm really excited to start releasing them one by one. And to the few of you who happen to stumble across this and give it a readâthank you so much! â¤ď¸
For those who donât know â Nix is a Sith lord from Star Wars: The Old Republic era, frozen in carbonite for over 3600 years. She wakes up in the Rebels timeline, lost in a galaxy that has long forgotten her past. Now, she struggles to find her place among the Ghost crew while grappling with the weight of her Sith identity⌠and an unexpected connection with Ezra Bridger.
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