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its-ezraaa · 2 years
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(Dark Rise spoilers)
Damen: just a random slave from overseas.. turns out to be The Prince of Akielos.. kinda making him Laurent's greatest enemy.
Nicholas: just a mediocre fencer who lost his very first duel during nationals.. turns out to be the son of America's greatest fencer and therefore Jessie's half brother.. kinda making him Seiji's greatest enemy.
Will: just a poor boy who works at the harbor.. turns out to be The Dark King himself.. kinda making him James' greatest enemy.
Don't forget to tune in next week for another episode of ✨💙❤️ Falling in love with someone who may or may not has made your life hell and you technically have every right to hate them but you still love them nonetheless ❤️💙✨
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tobytost · 4 months
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I really love to think about how weird in the force Ezra is
imagine Lothal's wind following him around, his hair always swaying in the air, or the moon shining brighter on whatever planet he's on
the grass grows taller as he passes through the fields of Lothal, its rustle whispering something he can't quite understand
if he stands in one place for too long the grass will grow around his legs and he'll start sinking into the ground, the planet ever-yearning to get its child back into the soil
Ezra saw the universe through the whale's eye and the universe never left his mind
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kiskisur · 7 months
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morax breeding and degradation..yeah, I'm horny too
(literally almost drifted off while making this)
the dragon panted, rutting into you and whimpering against your neck.
it had been hours since morax has been fucking you, you were just cuddling up next to him next thing you know he's buried deep inside you!!
"so tight.. fuck- you're such a whore around my cock~ you like being treated like a brat?" he continued to abuse the spots that made you melt into his arms, crying out.
he kept fucking you harshly, panting and grunting with each thrust he made.
He brought his lips to your ear, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
"so hot.. haA~ w-wanna breed you full.." he added, his pleasure building up as his grip on your waist tightened.
It's gonna be a long night.
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black-cat-babe · 8 months
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Thrawn and ezra don't fight like a normal Jedi and grand admiral would on Peridea. No of course not. Ezra's a Jedi. He's better than petty little blaster fights.
He gathers a bunch of rocks, paints them blue with red eyes and a frowny face, and stacks them where the crew of the Chimera can see his homemade grand admiral and shouts insults about Thrawn's mother from a safe distance.
Psychological warfare.
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sabognasautak · 9 months
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When I say I want an Ezra Redemption Arc I don't mean the type of arc where Ezra follows the same moral compass Jove has or is very distinctly nice.
What I mean is a redemption arc where Ezra actively works AGAINST whatever the Wintersea president is cooking up in the Republic, like in person working with the Elders, with Jove and WunSoc and all and yet still maintaining that fucked up moral compass(if he even has one). Like "Yeah I know I'm working with the "good guys" now but I will not hesitate to slice someone's throat open for fun".
This man has to be very carefully monitored by Jove and Mog not because he's untrustworthy(he is) but to keep him from acting on his intrusive or impulsive thoughts.
Sumn like:
Ezra: 😈🔪
Jove: Murder is not legal Squall put it down.
Mog: Squall no.
Ezra: 🙄😒
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schneiderenjoyer · 5 months
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Their meeting would be funny
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sunflowerdales · 11 months
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and you did it at my birthday dinner
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blueaphelion · 8 months
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Sabine meeting Din and seeing that at least one other Mandalorian survived the purge
Din explaining that there are actually quite a few others left, including Bo-Katan, and inviting Sabine to join them on a reclaimed Mandalore; it’s her homeworld and she’s welcome to live there with the other survivors
Sabine looking back at Ezra, Hera, Jacen, Chopper, Zeb, Kallus, Ahsoka, and Huyang and declining, because she’s always had a home even if it was never on any particular planet
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ellies-enrichment · 8 months
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yall can just have him i dont even remember his name
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actual-changeling · 10 months
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"Oh, fuck, sorry."
The connector drops with a shattering clang loud enough to echo through their pod, the glass valve inside springing apart on impact and showering her feet in a rain of splinters. In hindsight, working with bare feet is an obvious health hazard, but the sun their current station is orbiting is bringing their cooling systems to their limits, and she'd rather risk a few cuts than overheat. Still, her hands are sweaty, and while this is not the only part that has slipped from her palms so far, it is the first to break.
Cee barely feels the sting of a dozen bloody pinpricks across her skin, too busy sucking in a much needed breath after the last one got stuck in her throat long enough to make her dizzy. She steadies herself against the wall, eyelids fluttering as panic crashes over her in waves, a feeling not as old as she would like it to be, and the internal mantra of not him, not him, not him fades in the light of a new situation. It's not that she is a clumsy person, the opposite, really, yet every small mistake, every slip of hand, every broken glass, or every smoking soldering point had been followed by a gut-wrenching sigh of deep-seated annoyance at best and a bone-chilling surge of words at worst.
Her mind is wandering before she can stop it, memories flickering by like stars, only more horrifying and less beautiful while burning just as bright, and with her vision darkening, the sudden weight of a hand on her shoulder makes her flinch. Glass crunches beneath her soles when her body sways in an attempt to move away, sending pain straight up her leg. The fall she was about to take was only stopped by the very same hand wrapping around her arm.
The collision with Ezra's chest knocks the air out of her as a bitter mixture of anxiety and relief fills her mouth, shame burrowing its way through her skin.
"Sorry, I- sorry."
Catching her breath, her head finds its way to its usual resting place, and she closes her eyes to bury her face fully in his neck.
"Sorry," she mumbles again, her words muffled by his skin, and she isn't even sure what exactly she is apologizing for - dropping the connector or once again flinching away from him.
His arm slips around her back with practiced ease, the pressure of his palm rubbing circles between her shoulder blades not only comforting but gently urging her lungs to relax.
"Nothing to be sorry for, little bird. I should have asked first, I simply meant to prevent you from further injury - not that I was very successful."
The pain fades as tears sting in her eyes instead, and she clamps her jaw shut and grits her teeth to keep them from falling, willing her brain to just shut up. Ezra, she reminds herself, Ezra, not him. Ezra, Ezra, Ezra, his name looping and bouncing around her head, erasing the panic obstructing its path, and she doesn't realize her fingers are clinging to the back of his shirt until her knuckles ache. Cee swallows another bout of tears when he presses a soft kiss to her temple, not loosening his hold but tugging her away from the mess on the floor.
"Come on, birdie, let me fix you up."
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its-ezraaa · 1 year
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Thinking about writing a Nichoji fanfic (writing a fanfic for the first time in my life, really..) but it's 100% self indulgent and is based on the plot of an Adam Sandler movie
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tobytost · 8 months
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THE Ezra brainrot edit, enjoy :)
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cunning-and-cool · 7 months
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thinking about my father-son kallus & ezra au again, so here's a snippet of the pilot ep rewrite:
Alexsandr’s hand twitched dangerously towards his blaster.
“They are safe,” Ezra said, hands moving frantically. “They are rebels. No shooting required.”
Alexsandr's hand didn’t move from his side, but he did lessen his glare. Granted, the change was probably only noticeable to Ezra himself.
“What the hell were you thinking, running off?” he asked. He sounded as aloof as he usually did, but there was an undercurrent of worry. 
Ezra pointed at Kanan. “He is a Jedi.” 
Alexsandr stiffened, eyes darting to Kanan, suspicion clear. “No,” he said, switching over to sign. “That is impossible. There are no Jedi left.”
“I found a…” he trailed off, thinking for a second. They didn’t have a word for holocron. Not that there was any real reason that they would, seeing as Ezra had only heard the word for the first time recently. “...Jedi artifact,” he landed on, “in his room. He said he was a Jedi. He had a lightsaber.”
Alexsandr scoffed. “None of that means–” 
“He is a Jedi!” Ezra snapped.
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worldsunlikemyown · 7 months
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Mogtober 2023 #14 — Theory/Theories
He’d never have been able to kill them. Not if he’d tried his hardest. 
   They’d all debated what to do. What was safest? What was easiest? What would keep them alive the longest, until the right time to expose the Elders came? 
   They’d even drawn straws for who was to be the Society’s scapegoat.
   When he blasted them into that realm, that realm with its slow time and safe liminal nature, he still had the piece of straw in his suit pocket. 
   Carefully Woven dead bodies lay on the cobbles, which were slick with Woven blood. Beyond, the walls of Nevermoor shivered. 
   “I will come back one day,” he murmured to the cobbles, and walked away to set up his short-lived, mock conquest. 
One of them died. Against all odds, one of them died. He didn’t even have a way to tell who it was, because the realm was under lock and key, both of which would dissolve as soon as he opened the gates. 
   He wouldn’t have known until he did find a Wundersmith. The children had been a ruse, although they had, regrettably, needed to be sacrificed — something to make enough Wundrous expenditure in the Wunder-poor ‘Wintersea Republic’ that any dead soul felt it strongly enough to drift towards. And it was a hard thing to out-Wunder Nevermoor — there was a reason the Divinities could be reached from there, after all. The killing had, despite being a little distasteful, gone a long way. 
   Ezra had no way to be sure how long it had taken the Wundersmith whose soul was now Morrigan Crow to reach him. 
   But at long last, he wasn’t alone. And the time was nearing for them all to come back.   
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belong2human-kind · 7 months
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Guys, I made my best friend watch Ahsoka. Guys I made her like it WAY MORE THAN I EXPECTED GUYS, IM SO HAPPY TO DISCUSS MY CRAZY STUFF WITH HER!! I used to already do in the past, but she would be like "yeah aham sure girl, no idea what you talking about but I agree with ya" and now she JUST FREAKS OUT WITH ME TOO OMG
She is SO OBSESSED WITH SABINE (AND SHIN TOO) YAAAASSS
Also, she loves hates Ezra due to his annoying way of being a sweet Disney princess w/ abilities to attract and talk to any type of animals LSODKFOFKFOG He's getting himself a spot into her heart and I love that
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spookyxsam · 1 month
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When it’s dark & gloomy outside thanks to statewide severe weather warnings, it’s our sweet cow-eyed baby boys birthday, and you’re reviewing the effects of trauma in adolescence on adult romantic relationships (as you’d normally do on a Tuesday evening 😉)…
One can’t help but have all sorts of angsty, inappropriate, and most definitely unhealthy thots about our beloved blorbos and those qualities that make them a little rough around the edges.
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