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Me sitting here trying to think of a new ezreal url and all 5 of the ones I had in mind were taken

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MISC SENTENCE STARTERS WITH A DASH OF ANGST

❝ i can't even say he deceived me. i knew exactly what he was and i jumped in anyway. ❞

❝ i think eventually i got so used to the chaos and the pain and the toxicity i began to look for it. ❞

❝ i never got a chance to discover myself. i never had that privilege. ❞

❝ you can tell me anything. i mean i can't promise i'm good at keeping secrets, but i'm a hell of a listener. ❞

❝ no one wants to yearn anymore. ❞

❝ i'm doing some of my best work here and you don't even have the decency to roll your eyes at me. honestly it's hurtful. ❞

❝ i know what you're thinking. ❞

❝ if i ask for your help are you gonna make a big deal out of it? ❞

❝ can we just be normal for like two seconds for once. ❞

❝ i would say i don't know what's wrong with you but i actually do and that's the problem. ❞

❝ against my better judgement i trust you and i think that says a lot about the state of the world right now. ❞

❝ i don't actually care but i'm bored so i'm here. ❞

❝ last time i listened to you we almost died. ❞

❝ i would've come sooner. i would've been here if you'd only asked. ❞

❝ i don't want to hurt anymore. ❞

❝ you don't have to hurt anymore. you can let go of those burdens. ❞

❝ it'd be a lot easier if i actually cared as little as i pretend to. ❞

❝ i do need you. i wouldn't be here if i didn't. ❞

❝ sometimes you don't know it's wrong until it's too late. sometimes you don't know you're being hurt until you realize you're in pieces. ❞

❝ pretending you don't need people doesn't make you strong it just makes you a jackass. ❞

❝ you're gonna be okay. eventually. but first you gotta not be okay for a while. it's gotta suck so you can actually recognize when you're alright again. ❞

❝ you shouldn't have said that. ❞

❝ sometimes i wish they had done something worse. then it'd justify how hard it's been to get over it. ❞

❝ i wish you actually understood me. ❞

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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

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Nightmares

"I just want to sleep."

"I hate waking up like this."

"Did I wake you up?"

"You were screaming in your sleep."

"Wake up! It's me!"

"What were you dreaming of?"

"How many nights are you going to lose to this?"

"I know it's scary, but you've got to sleep."

"You're clearly exhausted."

"I can lay with you, if it'll help?"

"Do you want a cuddle?"

"Hey, hey, take a deep breath. You're awake."

"It's just a nightmare."

"You have to get over this."

"Won't you admit that this is a problem now?"

"I just want you to get some rest."

"I hate seeing you so tired."

"You deserve to sleep peacefully."

"I feel so tired... all the time..."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to cry, I'm just frustrated."

"No sleep turns me into an asshole."

"Stop snapping at me, I'm trying to help."

"Did you dream about me?"

"Why don't you trust me with this?"

"Don't - don't shut down. Please."

"You have to talk about it if you want it to stop."

"I keep sceaming, but I can't move. I can't stop."

"I just want to get - get away from them -"

"Can't - breathe -"

"Take a breath. It's over."

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I think for now while I decide whether to remake or not, I’m going to clean out my inbox and my drafts here and just clean slate it there for now. If there are threads you want to keep with me please let me know and I will keep them!

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I don’t want to remake Ezreal a third time but I feel like I might have to if I want to feel comfortable writing on here again. I don’t know.

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@witchcraftandburialdirt: “Evening, Mr. Lightfeather."

There was a groan that leaves the smaller; he didn't even need to look behind him; that voice much too familiar. belonging to the man who freaked him out maybe a little too much. A huff leaves his nostrils, eyes closing momentarily before opening slowly.

"What do you want NOW, Abel??"

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Pokes his little head out--

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i miss being here

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my best friend sent me RP last night bc I finally got Explorer Ezreal in My Shop so he gave me enough for that and for SSG Ezreal who’s out bc of worlds

I JUST NEED PRESTIGE PSY OPS BACK IN THE MYTHIC SHOP…I HAVE THE ESSENCE…HE’S THE LAST ONE I NEED AND THEN I HAVE THEM ALL ( until he gets a new skin )

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lmao

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idk if ppl I follow write form honkai but I made Sunday over at @featheredreign

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— Aure Vives, ‘An extraordinary amount of joules’

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I hate posting this but I need some help so I’ll put it under a readmore. Basically it’s emergency commission stuff. I also have Heartsteel Merch i made for sale—which will all be seen under the readmore.

Expenses have been rough this month and I’m about $150 behind on rent. I DO get paid next week but if I take more money from that pay I’ll have less money for groceries. Which isn’t great since I am a single income home of two people.

I can offer either art commissions ( I can do chibis or busts for $25 ) OR I have left overs of the heartsteel merch I made for artist alley at a convention last month.

If you don’t want anything and want to help, my PayPal is: candied.feathers@hotmail.ca

Charms - 4x4 in size, double sided rainbow acrylic - $15 each

Lanyards - $10

Acrylic card holder ( I only have one left ) - $15

Shipping ( non tracked ) to Canada and US is $7. With tracking is $10.

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@agonizedembrace | con’t.

[ TEXT: Parasite Eve. 💜 ]: I need you to see me for what I have become.

[ TEXT: Parasite Eve. 💜 ]: I don’t know who else to turn to. I’ll…give you a location. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.

It wasn’t often that Ezreal would reach out to Evelynn—Not to mention this late at night when most people would be asleep. There was always something about Evelynn that made Ezreal nervous—perhaps even afraid, but over all he was never…Terrible to her. When it came to being friends with someone outside of their respective groups, the two were acquaintances at best. He had better luck in general talking to Kai’sa or Ahri—Even Akali, then he did Evelynn. Ezreal had stuck his nose into her business and had to deal with Abel & Robin because of it, but regardless, he needed her help.

Perhaps his text message came off as cryptic, but he was t about to pop off about becoming a creature of the night over a text message. She might think he was clinically insane—or just ignore him. He couldn’t tell the guys—No, no. He couldn’t worry them about this either. These factors continued to point themselves to Evelynn being someone he could trust with this—Ezreal’s hood was pulled over his head as he waited for her to meet him, clawed hands fidgeting with each other as they met in the pocket of his hoodie.

As soon as she greets him, he blinks up at her from his hood, citrine hues now switched over to a deep red colour as he glances away. “…Hey.” Sharper, more pointed canines glinted in the light as he spoke; when he went to look at her again he could see that he expression had changed, the tone in her voice much different then what he had ever heard from her. He shifts uncomfortably in his spot—Tired, hungry—the hunger scratching at the back of his mind like a monster dwelling inside of a closet, trying to escape. He’s surprised at the lack of questions, but relieved at the same time.

As she beckons him, he moves closer, still having a difficult time looking at her. Perhaps it was shame? Or fear of himself? Either way… “So...You can show me stuff? Cause...I—I’m at a total loss!” It was difficult not to be a little bit frantic in his situation—like an animal who lost its way.

“I’m totally freaking out, Evelynn—I don’t know what to do, I can’t control myself—I’m scared I…Don’t wanna hurt anyone…”

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Me: Im gonna work on drafts at lunch

Also me: spends my entire lunch writing a Drabble on how ezreal ghosted sett for like 3 days and worried him bc he couldn’t handle his feelings and then they’re kissing while ez is pressed against his bedroom door

Me:

Me: nice

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The soft "Can I kiss you?" and the "Yes. Yes, you fucking can." before they meet in the middle

Relationships were not something that Ezreal had typically pursued. A few one night stands here and there were nothing—it was easier that way. No strings attached. The fear of abandonment was deeply rooted within the young pop star’s heart since the possible passing of his parents—coiling around the muscle in his chest while the doubt in his brain wiggled around like some sort of parasite. No, a relationship was never in the cards for him, he thought—

And then he had joined this band and met him.

Ezreal didn’t know what to think. At first, he was a little afraid of Sett, despite the guy checking a lot of his boxes off in regards to what kind of person Ezreal was into. From the way he looked to his personality—Sett was the most ideal….On the other hand, Sett had intimidated Ezreal a lot ( unknowingly, obviously ), and despite the guy being Ezreal’s type, he didn’t pursue anything. Partially from the fear of rejection, partially from…well, he didn’t really know. He couldn’t ok point why he was so nervous.

There was that day where Sett had to go to court because of an altercation with paparazzi that wouldn’t leave him alone. Cameras all up in Ezreal’s face and the first thing that Sett would do—it happened so quickly—was clock the guy who wouldn’t leave the pop star Prince alone. it was that moment, however, that Ezreal had had come to the conclusion of something very important:

He was in love with Sett.

Time had passed since the —late nights becoming more normal as he stewed on it—trying to figure out what to do with this feeling. How to handle the rejection if it came—how to handle a positive reaction if that had happened instead. Ezreal didn’t know what to do—he didn’t even know how he would tell him—searching online for advice on how to confess to someone when your anxiety was trying to choke you out like demons that wanted to consume you whole. Avoiding Sett had been the easiest thing to do right now until he figured it out—though the knock at his door Al had him jump nearly several feet out of his bed, hearing Sett’s voice on the other side of the door laced with concern.

“Ez, you good? Haven’t really seen you in days, lil’ guy.”

He swallows thickly. “Uh, hold on, dude!” Ezreal scrambled from his bed, smoothing out his shirt and his shorts before unlocking the door and swinging it open, blinking up at those bright blue eyes that held concern within them, watching as red curls bounced as his head tilted to the side. He could feel the heat rise to his cheeks and he closed the door behind him, minimal space between the two them. “Uh…Sorry, I’ve just been real busy with stuff, I uh, didn’t think you’d be so worried.” Ezreal’s hand rubs the back of his neck—his heart beating within his chest like a wild animal trying to escape it’s cage as anxiety started to curl itself around whatever it could—his throat, his mind, his lungs.

He had to rip off the bandaid. It was the only way.

“I—was trying to figure some stuff out.” His words were so fast—something he had a tendency to do when he was nervous. He couldn’t even look at him, gaze glancing away as hands came up to fidget with each other. Of course, Sett would be confused. Ezreal noticed those furry red ears on top of his head twitch from his peripherals, a deep, shaky sigh leaving him. “I just—I like you a lot, dude. Like—a lot a lot. And not just as a friend, more like—“ come on, rip off the bandaid.

“I…wanna go out! With you! Like boyfriends or—or something, okay?? I don’t know how to ask these things ‘cause I’m awkward as hell and I—“

“Ezreal.”

Golden eyes blink as quick words are cut off, golden gaze nervously looking upward to the bigger man before glancing around him first—noticing that little tail wag before he looked back up to see ears perked and the expression on his bandmate’s face soft and no longer laced with concern anymore. Opposite of Ezreal, who still looked so nervous. He watched as Sett leaned closer down to him, causing Ezreal’s back to be pressed against the door to his room, glancing at a large hand that was gently pressed next to his head. He could still feel his heart pounding. “Uhh—“

“Can I kiss you?”

The vastayan’s soft, gentle words rang through his mind like an echo, eyes widening ever so slightly as lips brushed slightly against his own. ‘Holy shit, this is happening.’ He thought, breathing in sharply. “Yes. Yes you fucking can, dude.” He wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Neither of them had wasted any time—as soon as the words fell out of Ezreal’s mouth, the two of them had closed the gap; lithe fingers curling into red hair as a strong hand had moved to rest on his smaller hip and give it a light squeeze. A content sigh left Ezreal’s nose; wanting nothing more to stay like this for as long as possible, blinking as soon as Sett had pulled back from him, hands dropping slowly to rest on the others chest instead.

“Sooo…that’s a yes to going out, orrrr…”

Sett’s laughter rang through Ezreal’s ears as he ruffled the smaller’s hair. “Yeah.” He grins. “Pick a time and a place, and I’ll be there.”

Ezreal watched as Sett had turned and left down the hall, no longer worried about the pop star prince who had eventually slid down the door, dumbfounded at what had just happened, now sitting cross legged on the floor.

He didn’t think he would get this far.

He was glad that he did.