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actuallyitsstar · 26 days

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CHARACTER ASK GAME

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell + 21, 24 and 25?

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21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

i actually already answered this question here, so i will give an honorary mention for this ask, in addition: i am a big fan of the whole tgm-mav-lowkey-being-the-daggers'-friends'-cool-dad trope. like. the idea that they get to know him after the mission and he's obviously taken a genuine interest in all of them and their wellbeing so they all just...stay in touch. the idea that the call and check up on him when they know rooster is deployed, that they start to leave a few extra things at mav's place because he usually hosts their squad movie nights and it's just easier to crash there sometimes, that they realize he doesn't have many people to spend the holidays with now outside of obviously bradley, and they all come together and drag him to a surprise christmas party with them before they go on their own leave for their respective family christmases. that's their emotional support old navy captain and if u wanna mess w him u gotta get thru 11 daggers and 1 son first so good luck!!!

that being said, tho, it can go too far i think, if we're not careful. barring a couple specific circumstances (jake and whatever fucked up childhood/non-existent parental relationships he has had comes to mind) the daggers all have families of their own, and entire lives before meeting mav. i don't think he's like. their DAD per se. he's their friends' cooler than expected dad ('your dad is an ace? that's so cool! i wonder if he has any stories to tell us! he once flipped off a mig while inverted? THATS SO COOL') that they can become friends with and look out for too, and i KNOW he'll be looking out for them. if they need anything he's right there, because that is within his nature. but for the most part, they're all adults who have friendships, and not like. Extra Children. if you know what i mean. except for jake idk i think he needs a role model or something but i guess that makes mav a secret third thing to him idk

24. what other character from another fandom reminds you of them?

oof that is tough!! i think that on most levels, mav is very different from the characters in other fandoms that i have imprinted on the most, so i'm not going to be able to do a 1:1 comparison here. but believe it or not the very first character that came to mind for me is ezra standish from the magnificent seven tv series, and it's not an exact match but i'm just going to provide my presentation on the matter (i am specifically comparing tg86 mav with ezra bc i have no one to compare tgm mav with lol):

horrible quality images (yes i did make these gifs but theyre very old so lets not talk about it lol) bc this is an obscure 1990s b-budget tv show shot on vhs probably. but this guy right here is either the second or third youngest member of his found family group (the seven ~lawmen~ a local circuit judge hires to manage an old west territory because it's so dangerous the sheriff and deputy he'd previously appointed ran out on the job). he's very accomplished at what he does, for his age, and has had way too many shitty life experiences and is much too world-weary already. everyone who works with him comes into it with a preconceived notion of how he's going to be. and how could they not? it isn't that the other six guys are short-sighted in assuming, exactly. ezra is direct about who he is and what he stands for, downright in your face about it, actually. you expect him to be kind of an arrogant asshole, and he tells you he's gonna be one. and then, for a while anyway, he kind of is.

loner type, doesn't need anyone, he's going to do everything his way because he knows best, needlessly theatrical about it in the process. they expect him to run out on them during their battle, and he does.... kind of. but he also comes through for them in a critical moment when he's needed most and they least expect him to do it, single-handedly taking out multiple enemies to save their lives. immediately, he adopted into the group, essentially, but ezra doesn't know enough about really having friends to recognize that it's happening until much later. additionally, his entire life and livelihood is overshadowed by his mother (who can be seen sitting in the bg of the larger gif), who is still very much alive, in his case, but whose actions and words define him, whether he wants them to or not. he had a shitty childhood bouncing between a hundred strangers' and distant family members' homes alike and is just overflowing with abandonment issues, and he expects the other six to give up on him at the drop of a hat, but they never do.

25. what was your first impression of this character? how about now?

the very first time i ever saw top gun was before tgm was ever a thing. i remember my favorite character being goose (isnt he always tho <3) and thinking mav was kind of a bland action hero guy with a story arc i did not understand at all or care about. i was like fifteen, tho, and hadn't seen hardly any movies or tv shows at the time because i had a kind of weird sheltered from media sort of childhood, so i don't think i had rly learned HOW to watch and interpret media and characters yet, tbh. when the sequel was coming out i rewatched top gun with my partner in preparation bc my parents were making me watch the new one, and they had never seen it. i was like oh !!! he's smol and traumatized. i bet there's fic about him and that blonde guy. i should look that up later. and then we watched tgm and that was it for me. i was like never mind him and that blonde guy i need to know if hIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS SON TURNS OUT OK......MY HEART..... and that was that lol. my dna has not been the same since <3

#star unasks #daffodilstark #TYSM FOR THE ASK !!! and for giving me a platform to/putting up w me going off about my mega obscure blorbo ezra standish. im love him #hes not a one to one for mav but probably the closest option i could think of if you only talk about the highlights that are similar lol.#asks are so much fun thank u for sending them ily <3<3 #mine #top gun #stars scribbles

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sketchy-rosewitch · 2 years

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A Raven and Pigeon: Ezra x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, sleep Drugs, needles, reader has scar on their nose, little angst. Happy ending tho.

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A light shift is found in the bed. Your eyes tiredly open, you smile sadly.

“Leaving already.” You rasp, staring at the figure in the dark sitting at the edge of the bed, the stars illuminating around him.

“Unfortunately… You know I’ll be back in three cycles little pigeon.” The man gets up and begins gathering his belongings. You sigh dramatically as if that would ever change his mind about leaving.

You adjust yourself so you’re in the middle of the bed, as if the bed always hosted one person. He stares down at you, you smile. “You have it right?”

“Always.”

It sits on the bedside table, your side, the right side. A syringe filled with a sleep inducing drug. He bought it before he came here. He always does. Makes you sleep for three cycles. You’ll wake and he’ll be here, like he never left.

“Can you put it in, you know I hate doing it myself.” You slowly blink.

“Of course.”

You fold your arm over so the palm is facing up, he takes the syringe and sticks the needle in your fossa. You stare at it the entire time, watching the liquid drain out of it. He does too.

He dumps it in the trash once he’s done and crouches down at your level, caressing the side of your face with his calloused hands. You sigh dreamily.

“I love you pigeon.”

“I know raven.”

Your eyes flutter shut, you try to keep them open to get another look at the beautiful man, it’s hard. So you no longer fight it.

“I’ll see you in three cycles.”

Silence.

You look around you. It’s a bright and beautiful day. You’re sitting on a bench in the park. You wait for him. Ezra. Your love, your raven. He’s supposed to be here, you two will walk around and then get some food.

He walks towards you, the little blond hair shining in the sun, the rest of his hair highlights in the sun. You look at him lovingly and stand up, he practically runs the rest of the way, his boots lightly tapping the concrete. He lifts you and spins you around.

“Ezra! How was work?” You laugh, he kisses your scar and smiles down at you.

“Better than it has been. I got a raise!”

You give him a deep kiss. “Well I think that deserves some ice cream!”

You take his hand and you two walk down the sidewalk. Cars honk, birds chirp, but you’re only focus is Ezra. Everything Ezra. He’s a divine creature in your eyes. You’d never ever let him go.

“Ezra!” You laugh. He grazes his lips over your neck and tickles your sides as you lay on the couch. You wiggle uncontrollably and nudge him trying to tickle him back. He chuckled and pecks his lips all over your neck and face.

“My darling pigeon.” He mumbles. You hum.

“My beautiful raven.” You run your hands through his soft hair, then down his face, then to his chest. “Isn’t it nice having the week off..”

“Extraordinary… especially with you.”

“Ezra?” Your eyebrows knit together.

His body stumbles in, he falls and lets out a groan. You rush over and turn him over, his right arm is gone. You gasp. “Ezra?!”

“It’s nothing.” He mumbles. A girl walks through the door. She looks about 10-12 years younger than you.

You’re confused.

“I’m Cee.”

Ezra gets up as if nothing had happened.

Your eyes flutter open. You sigh softly and look around. “Ezra?”

The room is dimly lit, you can see him though. His arm is missing too. You gasp. “Ezra!” You scramble out of bed, and towards him. “What happened?” You sigh sadly.

“I was shot… had to be amputated pidge.”

“Is Cee here?”

Ezra furrows his brows. “Yes.. but.. how did you know about her?” His head tilts. You look down, then back up.

“I had a dream… about your arm, about her. You two came back to me.” You explain softly, your thumbs run across his cheekbones.

“I see, she’s here, but I have to tell you something.” You feel his heart pick up speed. He guides you two your bed and you two sit. “The aurulec… we found a plentiful amount! We can sell it. We’ll move off of this atrocious freighter pidge. I can find a better job. I’ll only have to be gone for a few hours instead of cycles!”

Your eyes go wide. No more sleeping, no more waiting. A reality is being made from your dreams. You stare at your raven with his blond speck of hair. “And the girl?”

“Yes, come meet her. Would you be okay with us being her guardians?” Ezra asks, guiding you towards your unused small livingroom. She sits on the couch.

“Of course.” You walk up to her and kneel down to her. You introduce yourself, she looks at you and smiles shyly.

“Your name is beautiful. Come on let’s go get some dinner.” You take her hand.

You take your clothes of and throw them in a hamper, Ezra doing the same as you, then guiding you backwards into your small bathroom connected to your bedroom. He kisses around your neck and shoulders. Then your scar.

“I missed you Ezra.”

“I missed you more little pigeon.”

You start the shower. “That would probably unfortunately be true.. you had to stay awake thinking about me. I got to dream all day and night about us being together.” You kiss his lips and step into the shower, pulling him in with you. You kiss him roughly, licking his lip, he opens his mouth. You sigh into his and he starts kissing your skin, he grabs shampoo and hands it to you to open. You do just that and squirt some into your hands and his. You scrub out the dirt and grime in his hair, he does the same to yours. You take your body wash and rub his shoulders, arm then down his stomach. It tenses lightly, you smile softly and look up at him.

He does a similar pattern, everything washes out and he feels up and down your body. You pant a little. Ezra turns you around and makes you bend down, you hold onto the wall and soap dish. Water runs down your body, he licks up your folds. Your breath shakes and you moan lightly. His hand grips your thigh and he licks roughly, hitting your clit. “Ezra.. fuck Ezra that feels so good.” You whine out. Your words encourage him to suck. Your body can’t help but back into him begging for more. It feels so good.

“Ezra… Ezra! I’m gonna cum. Fuck Ezra..”

He quickens his tongue and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You let out a whine as your body shakes.

You pant, he stands up. “Come on pigeon. I’m not done yet.” He whispers into your ear. You nod and get out, he turns off the water behind him and grabs your towel and his. You dry off and quickly make your way to your bed.

Your upper body hovers over Ezra’s, legs on either side of his hips. You grind down and mumble into his neck. He starts to pant and moan. “Pidge please.”

You smile into his neck and sit up, holding his cock he pushes up into your cunt. You cry out, a tear going down your face. It felt so good to be stretched out. You start to ride him.

He feels you up and down and moans. Everything about this was amazing. “You feel so good. So good little pidge.” Your heart swells and your cunt clenches making Ezra moan louder. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck…”

“Please cum in me.” You beg, he nods. You start riding faster, and he pushes against you. His back arches as he groans, digging his nails into you. You feel your walls being coated with cum. You continue riding, he moves his middle finger to your clit and you cry out. You legs shake and eyes again roll to the back of your head.

He pulls out and you fall gently next to him.

“Pigeon…”

“Raven..”

He takes your face and gently kisses your nose scar. You kiss his lips. “You’re here to stay.”

“Always, I never wanna leave you again.”

#ezra (prospect)#ezra prospect x reader #ezra prospect #ezra x reader #cee prospect #prospect movie #prospect fanfiction #pedro pascal characters x reader #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal

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dandylyn · 2 years

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taking a break after jedi practice :)

[ID: a digital illustration of Ezra Bridger and Kanan Jarrus from Star Wars: Rebels. They’re lounging amongst the golden grasses of Lothal, content after an afternoon of training. Ezra sits with his knees to his chest, his face resting against his hand while he smiles down at the white lothcat he pets at his side. Kanan lies on his back behind Ezra, his closed eyes upturned to the sky. He has a piece of grass in his mouth, which is being eyed gleefully by the brown striped lothcat Kanan is about to pet. In the distance there are the conical shaped mountains of Lothal, and the planet’s two moons can be seen in the cloud filled sky. END ID]

#kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #star wars #fanart #got very ambitious drawing this for someone who hasnt fully illustrated something in a long time lmaoo #i like how ezra's face came out tho :)#and the clouds #anyways mwah they deserved a peaceful afternoon

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lunasblipsandblurbs · 3 years

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Hi um slight trigger wanting for vague abuse. I completely understand if you’re not comfortable writing this. How would the boys defend reader after their dad berates them in front of the pedro boys?

If you got daddy issues raise your hand 🙋‍♀️

For reals tho, I can totally relate hun, dads can be canonically the WORST and you just gotta stand off to the side knowing that part of your DNA is not you.

Warning: mentions of verbal/mental abuse from a parent.

* Gender Neutral reader

Din Djarin

SOMEONE BETTER COME GET YOUR DAD BEFORE HE FUCKING DIES. For real the moment one berating mphrase escapes your dads mouth Din's automatically going to go into protector mode. Yeah, your riduur pointing a blaster between your dads eyes was definitely not how you expected this meeting to go. Later on he mumbles that it wasn't actually loaded. He wouldn't actually shoot your father but he is totally okay clocking him with said blaster.

Javier Peña

Oh jesus the moment your father says something shitty to you all bets are off. Javier is instantly going to spring up with a mean why don't you watch what you fucking say, old man? Yeah the visit was cut short to say the least but blood does not determine family in Javier's eyes, a father should never say things like that to their child. Javier just huffs as he peels his truck from the driveway with you resting under is arm.

Frankie Morales

Nope. Nope. Nope. When someone puts you down or like hurts you thats a huge trigger for Frankie. You and he are eachothers rocks so whenever something happens when the other is in emotional turmoil the you or he just gets up to take you both out of the situation. The first rude comment to leave your father's mouth was Frankie's cue to gently excuse you both as he said he wasn't feeling great. He always know the safest fastest way to get you to the safety of his old pick up.

Ezra

This is the very first time Ezra's had the pleasure to 'meet the parents'. And wow what a fucking nut case of lineage you come from in Ezra's opinion. This is the third disgustingly rude comment your father has thrown your way and you still say nothing. Where is his beautiful little Bird that rises from the ashes to reveal their true Phoenix? When Ezra comes to the conclusion you're stunted back to the days of childhood meakness thats when he's has had enough. He excuses you two in the most loquaciously bitchy way towards your father. Dumbfounded by the articulate vocabulary you two are easily able to slip away. In Ezra's words you have a new Daddy anyway as he tosses you a wink.

Max Phillips

Wow Max is really about to eat your whole ass father isn't he? No, no you won't let him but holy FUCK is this old geezer a fucking dud at parties. It's your birthday dinner for fucks sake and all this old koot can do is list off all the 'flaws' he assumes about you? You don't even see the man for half the fucking year what tf does he know about you? Max is gonna get so fed up hes just going to throughout the dinner flash your father his vampire face until he fucking leaves.

Pero Tovar

Again he's literally gonna murder your father in cold blood infront of you. You also stop him but c'mon it's for your honor Amor! Pero realized your father sold you off with the land to get married but he didn't realize how horrid of a home you came from. By the time Pero cuts the visit short by asking your father to get the fuck off his land. He already has you cradled in his arms protecting you from all harmful things.

#the mandolorian x reader #din djarin x reader #frankie morales x reader #ezra prospect x reader #ezra (prospect) x reader #max phillips x reader #pero tovar x reader #may be triggering #javier pena x reader

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ashleyinwondrland · 4 years

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I rewrote the ending of PLL with A as the capital A!

So I rewrote my dream ending for Pretty Little Liars. Its stupidly long.

After Mona went to Radley, Ezra was mad about which direction the book was going in (he was obsessed) so he became A so he could control the story and found it to be more exciting than just writing. It was like he writing everyone's lives, he was the ultimate writer. Every writer wants to think their words will influence people, Ezra got to see it first hand. And he would get to write his own ending.

He used it to track down Ali and hired Charlotte, and made her think that she was actually Uber A and was the master mind when he was really pulling the strings.

He was obsessed with Aria more than the others and wanted to be able to keep her if everyone found out which is why he was slowly trying to isolate her from her friends. If he was the only one who Aria had to turn to, then he would never lose her. The perfect romantic ending, the two against the world. Romeo and Juliet but with a honeymoon.

When she found out about the book Ezra had to take a break from being A or else they would connect the two, so he hired Shana and handed the reigns over to Charlotte for awhile and orchestrated himself getting shot (tho it wasn’t aimed well) to get back in Aria’s good graces.

During the time he gave Charlotte, her working from France at first with Shana, Jenna and others doing her bidding, Charlotte became more obsessed with the power and Ezra lost control of the game. Charlotte went off the rails, and took it too far. She was writing chapters that Ezra wasn't able to edit.

He couldn't just rip out the pages of the dollhouse, the family connection or Charlotte turning herself in. She wrote an ending to the book that didn't satisfy Ezra. Even though he was now in clear of all charges, and he could technically move on, his book, his life's work was now no better than a paper back in the bargain bin at a pharmacy.

Ezra spends the next 5 years trying to recreate the magic he had with that book. Everything he writes is meaningless compared to the story that slipped out of his hands. Every bottle he drinks he prays has the answer at the bottom. But then his prayers are answered when he hears Charlotte is being released.

He realizes now it’s time to get back in the game but first he has a loose end to tie up. A perfect way to bring the game back and get rid of the person who ruined it. He called Charlotte, under the pretense of talking about bring A back. He knew the hospital would never be able to really cure her, and she took the bait. They met at the Church where only meant to push her out of the window. But once she got to bragging about being a better A than him he lost control and strangled her before tossing her out.

Now the game was his again. Which mean he would have to call on another old helper.

He had to call on the person who else who was just as invested in the girls lives and had access he didn’t (to Radley specifically). Someone who knew everything but like him had never been implicated, which is where Wren came in. Ezra knew about Wren and him flirting and kissing Spencer. So when Ezra sat down to an unsuspecting Wren they got to talking. After buying a few rounds Ezra slipped in that these Rosewood high school girls are such teases. Wren took the bait, going on about Spencer and how she was always playing him hot and cold.

Wren joined team A and gave Ezra access to whatever Radley files he needed and helped Charlotte be able to get in an out without questions. Wren also gave Ezra access to his cabin to be used for backup A head quarters just incase Ravenswood got found.

Ezra had the perfect partner in his British friend. Wren also had his own help, Melissa, who didn’t know quite what she was involved with but she knew it would protect Spencer and Ezra having found out about her burying Bethany when Melissa accidentally confessed it to Wren used it to blackmail her into becoming the Black Widow. As far as Melissa knew, Wren was also being blackmailed because he wanted to protect her and she had no idea Ezra was behind it

Jump forward to when Ezra finally got back with Aria and everyone was happy, he knew it was time to finish the game, the last chapter. Which is why he proposed to Aria and tried to rush her into getting married.

But he had to be sure he could truly trust her, over all of her friends. That if everything came out that she would side with him, even if it meant silencing her friends. He gave her the file, and tried to get her over to team A. Watching her choose him made him fall in love with her all over again. She didn't need her friends, and now he knew if something happened to them then she wouldn't fall apart. Because she had him. And he would always have her.

During the game Mona started to feel her A addiction again. She needed to focus and win this time. Her medication was just getting in the way. She went off it and started to recall things from Radley, visitors who came to see her, who came to see Charlotte, and who came to take the game away.

She doesn’t have all the pieces together when she accuses Ezra in front of everyone of being AD, and no one believes her but finding out she is off her medication they decide to get her help and don’t think twice about her accusations. She screamed they were in danger but none of them, especially Aria would listen.

Jump forward a year and Wren goes back to hospital to take care of Mona. But Wren doesn’t have the strongest will and Mona convinces him that they need her. She started the game, they needed her to end it.

Ezra and Aria are about to get married and be all happy so Ezra surprises her with a new house, the one Toby built. He told her it was poetic, that they live and love in a house their friend's love built. It was a house meant for love. Aria is so excited but what she doesn’t realize is the under ground bunker he built, where all his AD stuff is and also would be a comfy place if say your wife finds what you have been up to and you have to keep her somewhere.

Spencer goes to the brew and finds Wren there arguing with Ezra in hushed tones (about not killing Mona, leaving such a giant loose end) she had no idea they knew each other. She confronts them and they make a stupid lie about Ezra spilling coffee on Wren.

She asks Wren what he is doing in town and he just says business and tell her he has to leave but they should catch up soon. Wren, being the flip flopper that he is, still didn't know which Hastings lady he would take down to the bunker, should the time come. But seeing as Spencer was standing in front him, gorgeous as ever, he was leaning her way. Part of the deal Wren made with Ezra when he explained about the bunker was that Wren got to also bring a “friend” down. Ezra starts to get panicky, he knew Mona was out and about. He knew that she wanted the game back but he couldn't let her ruin his ending. Aria dismisses it as pre wedding jitters.

A day before the wedding Aria goes to the new house to take some pictures as reference for when she is furniture shopping and to sending little photos to her friends. Ezra suggested they not bring visitors by until after the wedding and they get some furniture. She goes out back to the tool shed, notices the ground is uneven and finds a secret door in the ground. She goes under and finds everything, but what she doesn’t know is Wren is already down there and he hits her over the head, then calls Ezra and tells him they have a problem.

Ezra planned to tell Aria everything about the book on their honeymoon and if she reacted badly was going to claim and accident happened where she goes missing but keep her in the bunker (he had practice making someone go missing) but now Aria was in the bunker and he couldn’t just let her out. He goes to the bunker where Aria is terrified and won’t go near him, he thinks she just needs time to cool down. He tells her that she will understand everything soon, and they will be happy. That if he trusts her as a writer then to trust the love story he has written for them.

He takes her phone and sends a text to everyone saying “we can’t deal with the wedding stress and our parents constantly arguing over useless things like table cloths, we decided to leave for our honeymoon and elope. I’m sorry and we love you all.”

He figures that will keep everyone busy for awhile while he tries to convince Aria to get on board, reminding her how she betrayed her friends for him and how their love story would go down in literary history. She already chose him over her friends more than once, what would make this any different.

In the mean time, the girls are hurt Aria left to get married without them but they understand, except for Spencer who feels like things don’t add up because she had spoken to Aria just a couple hours before and she was excited for the wedding. Spencer looked back through her texts with Aria and looked at one of the house pictures to realize she knew the house. Toby had built that house. She decided to go over to make sure that everything was alright.

The girls all disperse, Emily and Ali talking about how they need to get home to the girls and Hanna to see if she can refashion the bridesmaids dresses into something she can show to a client, though after they leave Spencer realizes Emily’s Fitbit fell off and sends her a text that she will hold onto it til they see each other again and put it in her pocket. Spencer gets to the house to see all the lights out. She goes up to the porch to peak in, but figures they must have left for their honeymoon. She turns to go only to come back to face with Wren, but before she can question him she feels something slam into the back of her head and everything goes black.

Spencer wakes up in a cell across from Aria, her phone missing and Ezra & Wren are just standing there, both looking concerned. Ezra apologizes for hitting her so hard. They explain they didn’t want things to work out like this, and once they calm down it is very comfortable and nice in the make shift home they built down in the bunker and when things were settled they could all move away to a much bigger place so the girls would have more room. Ezra knows that they will still have questions so he leaves them both with his manuscript, detailing all the events, with a little creative editing and with the ending that has yet to unfold.

They jump to the end and read that Ezra plans to be the hero, and pin the entire thing on Spencer, who became AD as a way to keep the girls together after realizing how much she missed them when they came back for Charlotte’s trial and used Charlotte’s death, who she killed, to keep them in Rosewood

He planned to make it seem like Spencer followed them on their honeymoon, making use of Melissa by having her getting on a plane as Spencer so they had her on the flight manifest, and tried to kill Ezra for taking Aria away while confessing she was AD and Ezra, in self defense, pushes her off the side of a cliff. Aria freaks out how the man she loved could even think about her best friend while Spencer keeps flipping through looking for clues.

Meanwhile, the others grow concerned they haven’t heard from Aria, who should’ve landed and always texts after a flight or Spencer, who wasn’t at home when they checked and wasn't answering her phone.

Mona shows up and tells them AD is back and is ready to end the game, for good and she knows at least one person helping is Wren but she doesn’t know who AD is yet. She knows if she says Ezra again they will try to throw her back in the hospital. They assume at the very least Spencer was probably kidnapped and after Caleb can’t pin point her cell phone Emily remembers Spencer has the Fitbit and maybe they can track her with that (might have to bend reality) and Caleb is able to find a location, the house Toby built. They make their way there.

Spencer and Aria try to break out, Aria manages to toss a bobby pin to Spencer. Ezra comes back asks how far they are in the book and what they think of it so far, he actually sounds genuine for their feedback. Realizing this is the only chance they might have, Aria tried to distract him by asking him questions like what will happen to Melissa after. Ezra thinks for a moment and then goes into that why they were perfect for each other, because even after everything she wants to help him with her writing. He then admits that Melissa would end up being the one he actually pushes over the cliff. While Ezra is still facing Aria, Spencer gets the lock open and uses her copy to knock him over the head though she knows he won’t be down for long so she opens Aria’s cage and they run not realizing they have no where to go.

Above ground, the others get to the house and start to look around when Toby sees the shed and mentions he didn’t build a shed. When they open the shed they see Wren inside who is starting to open the trap door who tries to make a run for it but Hanna manages to trip him and he hits his head on a rock. The guys work on tying him up while the girls look for Spencer, thinking Wren is AD and the bunker would be safe now and they come across Ezra who looks dazed and convinces them that AD kidnapped Aria and himself and that the girls have to get out of the bunker before AD comes back.

He starts to lead them out when they run into Spencer and Aria who yell that he is AD, Ezra acts quickly and grabs Ali as a hostage while pulling out a knife. He tells Ali that this whole mess started with her anyways, it should end with her.

Behind him is the sound of a gun cocking, aimed right at his head, Mona says “Actually this started with me, and I am going to be the one to finish it.”

Ezra and Wren are taken into custody, where the both face charges of extortion, stalking, kidnapping, murder, building a creepy bunker without a permit and statutory rape

The girls all agree it’s time to finally leave Rosewood, for good

I don’t get paid for it nor have years to plan it out but thats another story and please write your opinions at the very least in the tags !! Also if you add your opinion in the discussion comment thing or in your tag, a calorie free cookie is in your future !

#pretty little liars #pll #ezra is a #ezra fitz #aria montgomery #spencer hastings #hannah marin #emily fields #alison dilaurentis #ezria #wrencer #emison #anti ezria #anti wrencer #haleb

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Just like me- Part 2

A/N: Some Light Angst because i am an Angst WHORE Credits: Thank you @oloreaa for being my Beta reader/editor !

Title: Just Like me Fandom: Prospect (2018) Ship: Ezra/Reader Warning: Reader is an Amputee, talk of injuries/recovering. Hinted PTSD. Arguments. Canonical death mentioned. Angst? Word count: 5K + (Ahhhh this one is almost double the last one in length but there was nowhere to stop) Master List Request status AO3 Link Previous part Next part - coming soon

True to his word, Ezra was quick to find you again, an enthusiastic man you had come to notice as he was knocking at your door the next morning. He had that big, charming smile plastered on his face and apparently had been eagerly awaiting an appropriate time to come seek you out. The second he had finished his morning meal with ‘Cee’ he had excused himself to come find you he later informed you. You hummed happily, inviting him into your quarters, delighted by his eagerness, for you mirrored his enthusiasm. From that point on he had integrated himself as a permanent part of your routine on the journey home.

Unless one of you was busy, you could be found together somewhere on the ship. Most of the time it was in your quarters, but that didn’t stop the two of you venturing out to the observation deck, the mess hall or any small alcove along the many hallways so you could wrack each other’s brain. Most of your conversations were sharing your opinions on the books you started to read together, laughing as he would use his way with words and expressive vocabulary to add and improve upon the work, something he said he was inspired to do from his ‘Little Bird’. He on the other hand enjoyed listening to your ideas and the way you interpreted the pieces, thoroughly enjoying listening to you as you tried to explain what you believed certain things meant. And just as you had offered, you helped him with dealing with his amputation. During your first few days getting to know one another you explained different prosthetics, and helped him narrow down his choices based on his needs, for when the time came. He wanted something advanced enough to allow him individual movement of his fingers rather than a basic one that would only clench all of them, something that allowed him more control and finesse. You steered him in the direction of a limb similar to your own, something vacuum sealed that would allow him to wear it without the need for too many straps. “You truly have made this process far less daunting,” he had told you as he took messy notes with his left hand and flashing you that smile once more. He began to subject you to many annoying arm puns, his vocabulary resulting in some of the most creative and long winded puns you had ever heard. You wanted to smack him each time you saw that shit eating grin but you just couldn’t stay annoyed at him for long. ‘Keeva,’ you thought ‘Is this what it's like when I do it too?’

While you weren’t as skilled at such creative language, you had experience on your side, giving him simple but classical leg puns quickly in return. His boisterous laugh each time warming your heart.

His little notebook was soon filled with all the advice you had given him on keeping his stump healthy, and one evening, just a few weeks after you had met he even trusted you enough to begin speaking about his nightmares with you. It was clear he showed a tremendous amount of trust in you at that point already, as he bore his deepest fears to you and allowed himself to be so vulnerable in your presence.

You had sat by his side on your bunk, stroking his back in comfort as he trembled and confessed what was haunting him. In return, you began to share the more personal stories of your recovery, telling him of painful therapies, numerous surgeries and horrifying nights alone in the hospital. He was able to provide you with your own comfort you had been denied for so long.

From breakfast till nightfall, every day for months you two were in each other's company, conversations with Ezra were far from boring, but as the two of you grew closer you both felt comfortable enough with each other to not constantly fill the silence. The day the two of you spent just sitting in your bunk each reading a book in complete silence together was the day you felt like you could truly call him a friend, not just someone you knew. He had even introduced you to Cee, his ‘little bird’ he had mentioned when you had first met, she was weary of you at first, not that you blamed her after everything she had gone through. But you made a genuine effort to gain her trust, and you weren’t close, but she began to relax around you during your short interactions. Ezra told you he had made it his personal goal to make sure Cee would be taken care of now that she was orphaned, when he first started to trust you more he had explained to you the full tale of how they met. Curled up on your bed, side by side, he expressed deep sorrow in being the reason Cee was now an orphan as well as some hidden resentment towards her father for what he had attempted to do to him, but more importantly, the life he had forced Cee into. You listened to Ezra rant on about how Cee should never have been taken to the Green. How a child her age should not have been forced into the life of a prospector. You could see quite clearly that Ezra had a connection with her, he cared for her and wanted to do right by her. That just endeared him to you more. The contrast between a hardened, cynical prospector and a soft, genuine man made him seem more human to you than any other person you had met.

He was the complete opposite of you, in terms of affection, he did nothing to hide his thoughts and admiration of you, even from the start, constantly complimenting you and making any excuse to touch you. He was always watching for any sign that it was unwelcomed, and he did nothing to hide his adoring smiles when they weren't. You on the other hand weren’t quite as expressive as him, you wished you had the confidence he seemed to have, because you wanted so desperately to return all his affections, his compliments, his casual touches. He would casually brush some hair from your face and you wanted to lean into his touch, to feel the warmth of his hand on your cheek. When the two of you sat together, curled up on your bunk as you often were, one of you reading out loud from one of your precious books, you wanted to rest your head on his shoulder and embrace him. He would casually put his arm around you as you walked, you wanted nothing more than to lean into him and wrap your own arm around him in return. But no, every time he spouted beautiful monologues complimenting you,admiring you, praising your mere existence to the heavens you kept quiet, somehow convincing yourself Ezra was just being nice.

It was amazing and terrifying just how important he had become to you in just a few short months. Your feelings were an uncomfortable cocktail in your stomach, you were wanting to bridge whatever gap was between the two of you and become something more, but were fearing the risk of losing the friendship you had. And a cynical, depressing, part of your mind wanted to push him away, knowing deep down once you departed the ship you would lose everything regardless. It was some desperate attempt to shield yourself from the pain that was to come.

But as he spoke about some other thought that had escaped his beautiful mind you pushed those ideas away, burying them deep so you could enjoy your time with him and deal with them later. It was not something you would be able to keep up forever.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A week before you were scheduled to land back on central, you were curled up with him on your bunk as usual, his one arm around you, leaning back against the wall with a content smile and his eyes closed as he listened to you read aloud. You were lost in thought, reading the words aloud on instinct, not really paying attention to the words you spoke as you thought. You had been avoiding it for a while, but now, a week until you landed, you were finding it increasingly impossible to distract yourself from what plagued your mind. You had never kept up a friendship or relationship at all once you parted ways with someone. You did not have his affinity for words, you couldn’t just ask or communicate your thoughts the way he could, so you continued to push it away. You had a tendency to do so, that was why it took you so long to properly deal with your own recovery, it took wanting to help him for you to accept that. And had picked up on it, he truly was an observant man because he always noticed when you were trapped in your own mind, overthinking every little thing when something was bothering you. Even as you read aloud, he noticed it. “Angel?” He asked, a pet name he had taken to calling you after he joked for the umptheenth time that you were Heavensent. “What is plaguing that extraordinary mind of yours?” He asked, opening his eyes to look at you, brow quirked in question. You glanced at him. “Nothing,” you lied, trying to be nonchalant, giving him a one shouldered shrug, to which he huffed. “Please, do not attempt to lie to me like that,” he said, narrowing his eyes at you in suspicion. “We have far established that I can tell when something is bothering you. You are usually so expressive when you read to me, a fact I thoroughly enjoy as I listen to your angelic voice." He paused, brows burrowing, looking at you.

"You are distracted and monotonous as you speak Angel, something is troubling you."

His voice softened until it was barely above a whisper, "You are nothing if not patient and understanding with me in aiding me in my troubles. Please grant me the same trust I do to you?” He had a point, he trusted you in telling you of his nightmares, trusted you at his most vulnerable, surely you could do him the same courtesy? You sighed, trying to think of a way to best express your thoughts into something he could understand. “We land in a week,” you started, crossing your arms in self comfort, and he simply looked at you, cocked his head, unable to see what was so significant about that fact. You continued when he didn’t say anything. “I have never maintained any sort of relationship once I have parted ways with someone. I have never run into the same partner again, or managed to keep a friendship once I have left. I’m too much of a drifter.” A soft, understanding smile drifted across his face. “And you fear we will drift apart once we are done with our endeavors?” he asked, giving your shoulder a gentle and affectionate pat. You nodded slowly, avoiding his gaze. “There is a simple fix to that, Angel, we must simply keep in touch once we depart!” he said cheerfully, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. “I would love for it to be that simple, Ezra.” You sighed “But once we land I'm going to look for work as soon as possible. I’ll take the next sling out to whatever planet I can find to continue prospecting. I’ve been so desperate to get back on my feet, literally, that I'm not even going to stick around central to enjoy my spoils from this job.” He thought about that for a moment. “I suppose I do not blame you for that,” he said, rubbing his patchy beard for a second in further thought. “I am certain when the time comes for me I will be finding myself in the same position. But, we can try to keep in contact!” His optimistic and playful smile trying to ease your anxieties. “Once we land I will be making my way with Little Bird and finding a home. Get all the legal stuff sorted, and get her into a school. Keeva knows she has no desire to stay stuck in the life of a prospector and I am not inclined to force her. We can arrange for a means of communication between us before you leave again,” he said, removing his hold on you to give you a comforting pat on the knee. You gave him a skeptical look. “You? Setting down roots?” You asked skeptically, not believing it for a second. He was more of a drifter at heart than you were, you knew for a fact he had no desire to settle yet and wanted to get back to exploring the galaxy as soon as possible. “I’m afraid so.” He sighed, a sad but hopeful, wistful look in his eyes. “There is no way any sort of sane official will let me become Little Birds legal guardian without a stable home. I am not connected to her by blood after all and I have no rights to drag her over the galaxy for my own dreams as her biological father felt the need to." He sighed again at that, gaze becoming far away, a small frown settling on his face. "She will be happier with the chance to settle down and experience a normal life, I intend to give her that.” “Thats…incredibly selfless of you, Ezra” you mumbled, once again endeared to his soft nature he kept hidden under the hardened exterior he often tried to convey. “It’s… The right thing to do,” he said, shoulder slumped. “I am the reason she is without a father after all, I can't just abandon her to the mercies of the universe after what I took.” “Please tell me you aren’t doing this out of guilt?” you asked clanging back at him with a small frown. “Taking care of her as some penance what happened on the Green is not the only way you can do right by her-” “I know that!” He interrupted, hand held palm up to stop you. “I am not doing this as some form of self inflicted ‘punishment’. I have been having many serious conversations with the Little Bird when I retire from your company each night,” he explained pinching the bridge of his nose as he revealed his plans. “Our original plan was to track down some distant relative, or put her into government care but neither of us were satisfied with those bleak options. I have grown close to her, she is a remarkable child and i want to make sure she is taken care of, given the best life she can possibly get." He took a deep breath, looking distressed. "She will not get that from some government official, or some strange family member she has never even met before, who takes her in simply from biological obligation. Someone who holds no love in their heart for such an amazing child. Who would possibly have any desire to be raised by that?"

Ezra looked at you, expression earnest. "I am taking this upon myself, because I want to. I resent any notion of not seeing her again, just as I hold in my heart the fear of not being able to see you again either.” Your heart melted at his words. “Ezra,” you sighed, leaning forward on the bunk. “I can’t make any promises, you and I both know prospecting isn’t a lifestyle that allows long term relationships to last….” “Then I shall make it my goal to keep in contact with you!” he said, optimism clear in his voice and sparkling in his soft eyes. “I’ll send out transmissions every single night to you if i have to to keep our friendship kindled! Just to keep some semblance of you in my life, and I in yours.” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, that will keep up for what? Six months before you get bored?. Until someone more interesting comes around and i become an afterthought in your day-” “Angel, just where are you getting these thoughts?” he interrupted, shaking his head. “How could you possibly think I would forget about you for even a second? My thoughts have been consumed by you from the moment we met!” He got closer, but did not touch you, hand clenching in obvious frustration. “Experience, Ezra,” you sighed, pushing yourself away from him a little. You had not intended to start an argument, but you wanted him to understand that once you parted ways, you had little hope for what was between you to continue. The annoying, toxic little thoughts that had been creeping in the back of your mind for a while started spilling out. You had learnt the hard way that your life would not allow for something so permanent. When you had met him and offered your ear, your help, you did not believe it would extend past landing in Central. You hoped to give him enough help until he could find permanent support. But you became enthralled by him, your friendship had blossomed into something you would cherish for a lifetime, something you knew could not be maintained and fall apart just like every other relationship you had ever had. “Then let’s experience something better!” He pleaded. “I am more than willing to put in the effort to keep in contact with you! Whatever it takes, Angel, I'll do it!” Desperation clung to his words, his brows furrowed as he looked at you, jaw working, visibly holding back on his words. “Your optimism is just going to get you hurt,Ezra,” you sneered, “I should have brought this up weeks ago, before we got so close-” He cut you off. “You wish to have cut our friendship off before we became close? Angel, I would not have allowed such a thing-” You got up off the bunk in an annoyed huff, away from him, he just didn’t get it. “Do you really believe it could work, Ezra?” You asked him with an exasperated sigh, gesturing at the distance between the two of you. ”Have you ever been able to successfully maintain a relationship of any kind once you said your goodbyes?” His brow furrowed, shoulder slumped once more and his gaze drifted down to the ground. “N-no…I have not, Angel,” he sighed. “It might have been for the best if we had just cut this off before anything started. That way neither of us would get hurt,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself in comfort. “I believe that's a cowardly way to shield your heart, Angel” he said, lips pressed tightly together. “Have you ever heard the quote ‘tis better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all’? I value the friendship I have found in you, and even if we do not see each other after we part ways, even with the heartbreak I am positive I shall experience. I will hold onto the memory of you and our friendship with a deep love and admiration. I will not regret even for a second choosing to get to know you and becoming your friend because I was afraid of getting hurt.” His voice was low, pain an audible undercurrent in it. “Well, I wish I had your mindset.” You sighed, shaking your head. “I learnt a long time ago that it's just easier to not get involved so much.” “ ‘Easier’ “ He scoffed. “That’s just cowardice and we both know it. How is the woman I met this guarded? This afraid? You are a dazzling and radiant creature. Such a brave and kindhearted woman, I had no inclination you could be this cold about something.” “And here I thought you were logical enough to understand the reality of long term relationships as a prospector!” You snapped, pointing a finger at him. “You said so yourself that you have never maintained one in this life-” “I’ve never wanted to before!” he almost shouted, panic rising in his voice. “I have never dreaded saying goodbye to someone the way I dread saying goodbye to you-” “That’s why we should have ended this weeks ago!” You shouted back, curling into yourself, getting away from him, fists clenching. “No! That's exactly why we should work to maintain what we have!” He said desperately getting up off the bunk so he was more eye level with you. Stepping into the personal space you were trying to expand. He wasn’t having any of that. “It won't work! It never does!” You said, you could hear your voice rising in pitch, as it often did when you got emotional. “Just because you have been unlucky in the past does not mean we should give up on a good thing!” he said, reaching for you cautiously. “Angel, please understand, I will do whatever it takes…Please do not cut me out. I fear being forced from your life will do more harm than naturally drifting apart over time would do. Do not force me away,” he murmured sadly, taking your hand in his, impossibly gentle. You bowed your head so you didn’t have to look at him. “I’m not going to be responsible for you sitting at home, every night, waiting for some kind of response from me. I don’t want to give you false hope-” “It’s not false hope if there's a real possibility of you answering,” he said quietly. “And what happens if I don't? “ You asked, pulling your hand away. ”This is a dangerous profession, we both know that. What happens if I get hurt, or worse? And you're sitting in your home every night, for months? Years? When do you give up after i'm gone?” “Please don’t talk like that Angel.” He sighed. “Why? Too much of a reality check?” you taunt, biting back even more poisonous words “I think you are just looking for more justification in pushing me away,” Ezra said. He hesitated before he continued. “I understand you have been hurt in the past, but your notion that cutting things off, and shielding your heart from others will do nothing to ease those pains. I will worry about you every night regardless, even if I am not granted the pleasure of hearing from you daily. I will still worry about you no matter what, and I will not give up on hope of hearing from you again, so long as you do not forcibly push me away.” You turned away from him, ashamed of the hurt you would no doubt cause this man. “You should focus on Cee ” you sighed, words bitter in your mouth. “She needs you, and she’ll be around permanently for you once you get things sorted. An adoptive daughter is something much more important than a drifter you met and became acquainted with.” “ ‘Acquainted with?’ “ he asked with an exasperated sigh. “Angel, we are friends, good friends. Please do not devalue the relationship we have built. You are the most trusted friend I have ever had-” “I don’t want to hurt you, Ez-” “Then don’t cut me off!” He pleaded, running his hand through his hair in distress. “Make the effort and I will too!-” “I don’t want to get hurt either! I don’t want to risk it!” “This is bullshit!” His breaths were becoming a little rapid. “ It’s going to hurt no matter what you do! Is it not worth the risk to you?” “No !” you shouted. “No, it never is! I hate the heartbreak and I should have stopped this before it got too far!” “Angel, please-” He pleaded again, voice desperate. “NO! No, Ezra just go.” you sighed, slumping in position.” Please. Our friendship was nice while it lasted. I didn’t mean for it to go this far….” He made a hesitant step towards you, face heartbroken , he tried to take hold of your hand with his own again but you pulled away quickly. “Just go,” you sighed again in exasperation, mind running at lightspeed. He tried to plead with his eyes, searching your gaze, but you just looked away again. “I am sorry I have caused you so much distress,” he said, sorrow thick in his voice and he made his way to leave reluctantly. “I will cherish the time spent with you, I am sorry you will not look back on it with the same fondness,” he added before he finally left, door shutting behind him, achingly final You had not realized, in the time you had gotten close to him, just how much he had sunk his way into your soul.

You had enjoyed his company so much but ignored just how much his presence had wormed its way deep into your heart. You had been blind to the reality of what would happen once you had made friends with him. And you wished, wished you really had cut things off before it had gotten this far, because the heartbreak racing through your being was far, far worse than anything you could have imagined. It tore away at your insides and you tried to process just what was causing it, the pain of cutting him out, the pain of hurting him, or the pain that told you he was right? You loathed yourself as you realized the only reason you were currently feeling so disgusting was because of your own stubbornness. You felt your knees grow weak as the sorrow crept up on you, the acidic cocktail of pure shame swirling in your stomach, you staggered over and collapsed into your bunk, which still smelt like him. You could not hold your tears back as you cursed yourself for ever letting him get so close to you. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ezra did not show up at his usual time the next morning, and you were unsure if you were pleased or not with that. His absence just made you feel worse and you stubbornly doubled down on the belief that that proved you should have cut him out sooner, rather than accepting he was right.It was easier to delude yourself that admit completely that you were wrong. Hiding from the truth like a frightened child. For the remainder of your journey it felt like he was actively avoiding you, because you had never once seen him in passing whenever you left the safety of your quarters. The night before you landed, a knock at the door roused you. Your heart betrayed you as you felt a rush of elation course through you, he had come back to see you despite everything you had said to him! “Just a minute!” You called to him from your bunk as you rushed putting your prosthetic on. You scrambled to the door unable to hide the relief you felt as you opened the door and saw…Cee. “Uhm, hey," the girl said, looking awkward, "Sorry about this, Ezra wanted to return a book he borrowed but he didn’t want to ‘disturb’ you.” She handed you one of the books you had leant to Ezra. ”But that’s code for ‘too chicken to come see you’. Turns out he’s a bit of a baby like that,” She continued with an enigmatic smile. “Ah, thank you,” you said, deflating , taking the book, disappointment apparently clear on your face. “I’ll tell him you were wanting to see him,” she said a little playfully as she slinked off. You tried to call out to her to stop but she was quick to disappear into the dark halls and ignored you. With a heavy sigh you closed the door and went back to bed, throwing the book onto your packed belongings as you did so. His absence had done nothing but distress you more. Perhaps it was pride, or stubbornly sticking to your belief that kept you away, but more than anything you were just too afraid and ashamed of how you had acted. He had called you a coward, you were beginning to believe him. You glanced at the book from your position on your bunk, and wished he had returned it himself. But at the same time you were relieved he didn’t. You had planned to be up early, the next morning, so you pulled your leg off so you could settle down properly. Wanting to depart the second you landed, able to avoid seeing him that way, if possible. You couldn’t deny to yourself now that you wanted to see him, but you were stuck in your belief that it was better not to get too close for fear of getting hurt even further. Seeing him again, as much as you wanted to, would just hurt you all over again, because you still believed it wouldn’t work. It was a storm of feelings inside you, each of them battling each other. This was why you kept people away. It was easier.

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You were up and early the next day, having packed everything that remained and cleared out your quarters. You elected to hide in your bunk, rather than the foyer that would no doubt be packed with people raring to get off, just in case he was there. But, despite your efforts to hide, he was there anyway. Waiting on the boardwalk outside the departure doors, Cee just a short distance away off to the side, minding her own business. Annoyingly, he stood dead center in the middle of the walkway, hand on his hip as he scouted you out. The stubborn, cowardly part of you wanted to return to your quarters. You could attempt to sneak past him but that just felt childish. The crowd had already dispersed enough now so it was just a gentle trickle of people leaving the ship. So you kept walking , head held high, not looking at him. He caught your wrist anyway, fingers curling around it firm, but gently. “Please let me go Ezra,” you whispered, not meeting his gaze, clutching your bag closer to yourself. “Angel, please, do not do me the disservice of not giving me a proper goodbye. I will never be able to forgive myself if I do not say farewell to you properly.” “Ok, goodbye,” you said, trying to pull out of his grip. “Angel, don’t be childish” he chided, not willing to let go of his hold on you until you relaxed, so you relented reluctantly. He was right, you were being childish. He pulled you into a hug as best he could with one arm, chin resting on your head. “I have missed your company this past week, as I would like to imagine you have done so with me,” he started, holding you tightly to his front as if scared you would take flight.

“It has given me a taste as to what life will be like now without you and I can ascertain that it is not something that i enjoy. However, I can not deny that despite our time together being so short, I have thoroughly enjoyed what time I have spent with you, and I do not regret one second I spent getting to know you. My only regret is that we cannot continue this, as much as i wish we could. I will not force you to partake in something you do not want, as much as it pains me to say goodbye. You are an amazing, beautiful and kindhearted woman, your help in dealing with the most difficult part of my life will forever be appreciated, and I truly believe your kindness has saved my life. I wish to go on only looking back at our brief friendship with fondness, which is why I wanted to say goodbye properly,” he said, his voice tight. Your eyes were tearing up. If only you could be so open with how you felt, telling him exactly what is going on inside your head, and once again you found yourself jealous of his way with words. You felt them, trapped in your throat, you wanted to express every thought and emotion he had managed to conjure up in you, to tell him of your confusing feeling that had been consuming you. To just tell him that you were sorry and that he was right, because that part of you that cared about him knew that if you just admitted you were wrong there would have been no need for any of this.

But you couldn’t. You weren’t him. You were far too stubborn for your own good and you couldn’t express yourself as easily as breathing as he could.

All you could manage was to choke out a muffled “Goodbye Ezra” as he held you.

He begrudgingly let you go, pulling you closer for a brief moment to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Goodbye, Angel” He said. “If…if you ever change your mind, I wrote my contact number in the cover of the book Little Bird returned.”

You finally looked into his eyes, his own reflecting the tears that welled up in yours, pain and sorrow looking back at one another.

You turned your back to him, and with that you were gone.

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sionnachoir · 3 years

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FT Request: Chapter 516 from the POV of Wendy/Wendy's heartbeat

(i rewrote this like 4 times fhjgfbdj i hope u like it tho! i kinda followed the anime more. also cliffhanger ig? It got p long n i was lime yall r gonna end up catching some z’s if i go on anymore)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood

Words: 1,870

“Give me my life back!” The redhead called out angrily. “I don’t want this wretched body!” Erza used her sword to stop herself from flying back any further, her eyes full of determination as she gazed at her mother.

“Then I’ll free you from your misery!” Her voice was strong and steady, Wendy had always admired how strong she was. “Wendy!” Wendy nodded, already knowing what needed to be done without having to hear it. “Right! All physical abilities up! Deus Eques!” The now pink haired dragon slayer called up, energy forming around her as she cast the enchant.

Erza prepared to attack, Irene grinned smugly. “Clever. Separation enchant. Deus Zero!” Wendy frowned. “I cancel your Deus Zero with my own Deus Zero!” Irenes eyes widened. “She can cast such high-level enchanter spells?” Worry briefly slipping into her before she shook it off, grinning as Erza readied her sword.

“This is the end.” The younger redhead called out, preparing to strike down her mother. She made contact, her sword hitting her in the head. Instead of falling down like she had expected she again spoke in an almost casual tone. “I finally see it, Erza.” She grinned. “I finally understand the truth behind enchanter magic.” Without giving either the time to respond she continued. “Was it because you were a baby?” She questioned to herself.

“Was it because you were family that it failed? Or because enchanting a personality onto a human is impossible to begin with? The answer is no.” Blood dripped from her face slowly, the dark red substance a contrast to her pale skin. “Now i see that compatibility was the key all along.” Ezra felt fear fill her, eyes widening.

“But now, standing before me, is one who is both a dragon slayer and an enchanter, with a young body that’s also safe from the dragon transformation.” A wicked grin took over her features, fists clenching. Wendy’s eye’s widened before she felt pulses run through her body. Fear began to fill her mind, was this woman really going to take her from her body?

Wendy’s mind went blank before another thought could even begin to cross. Erza spun around, looking at her with horror and worry. “You don’t mean-” She cut herself off, noticing a dark energy beginning to cover the young dragon slayers body. “Ahh, how long I’ve waited for this.” Erza’s eyes widened, she still sounded like Wendy. “Her magic will be weaker but that’s fine.” Erza felt sick, she couldn’t hurt her.

“Wendy!” She called out, her voice filled with desperation. “A new body. A new life. Irene is reborn.” She grinned, it looked out of place on Wendy’s sweet features. “With this new body of mine.” Erza shook her head. “No, this can’t be.” Irene began to list off the injury's Wendy’s body had sustained. “Look at this body, how adorable.” Erza looked at her in anger before a choking noise caught her attention, she looked over to Irene’s old body, watching as it collapsed.

Wendy chucked. “That’s nothing but a pile of flesh now.” Erza spun around. “Where is Wendy?” She questioned, wondering what had happened to her. Irene’s reply felt as though someone had poured ice into her veins. “She’s nowhere anymore. Or... You could say she is me.” Erza clenched her teeth. “Enough of this! Get out of Wendy right now!” She demanded, anger fuelling her as she charged towards Irene.

Wendy laughed, the cruel sound sounded foreign coming from the young woman. “You dimwitted child.” Her voice was mocking. “This isn’t a form of possession!” She raised her leg before swinging it around to kick Erza in the stomach once she had gotten close enough.

“I have become this girl, literary! Sorry, but mom made herself young again without you. Her voice was teasing and it angered Erza more, Erza flew back from the impact of the kick. “You’re despicable!” She spat out, eyes widening as Irene aimed another attack.

All Erza could see was blue. “Hmm, my magic power hasn’t decreased as much as i thought. I guess this girl had that much potential to begin with.” Irene spoke to herself before addressing Erza. “Now, then. Playtime’s over.”

“It wouldn’t be right for this cute little girl to be a mother. So, as you can see, my new life cant begin..” She trailed off, preparing another attack to launch on her kin. Unleashing her power. “Until I’ve erased your existence!” Erza flew back with the force, her body hurting. Irene smirked to herself. “Sky dragon slayer magic.. Is this how it works?” She livitated into the air, hitting Erza with another attack.

She let out a pained groan. “Wendy! Push her out!” She shouted, hoping to get through to the young girl. Irene shook her head. “It’s no use. Her “Self” Is dead. As of today, I am Wendy. Wendy Belserion!” Erza wanted to cry, she couldn’t bare the thought of never seeing the little dragon slayer again.

Erza shook her head. “I wont..” She launched herself up, rocketing towards Wendy. “Let you take Wendy!” She was determined to bring her back, she wouldn’t leave her behind. Erza refused to.

She appeared a sword, ready to hit her target before her voice stopped her train of thought. “You really think you can cut this body?” Irene questioned, already knowing she couldn’t. Erza paused, a memory flashing before her eyes.

“Parting with a loved one always brings pain..” Erza’s voice was soothing as she rubbed Wendy’s back. “But your friends will sooth it.” Wendy turned to her, tears filling her eyes. “Come with us. To fairy Tail!” Erza offered, a kind, gentle smile gracing her features.

She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t bring herself to hurt Wendy, so many memories flashed through her head. All the times they had spent together, the battles they had had. They all came rushing through her mind.

“This time, I’ll protect you.” The ghost of the words Wendy had muttered in the bath house flew past her, her hands shook as she held her blade. Irene struck her against the face, Erza let go of her sword. Her voice coming out in a choked, pained gasp.

“Your so soft.” The words sounded bitter. “Armour enchant, explode!” Erza cried out in pain. “Only minor wounds?” Erza’s voice was confused, Wendy was strong and so was Irene, It should’ve done more damage. Irene’s eyes widened in horror as she watched her old body begin to stand. “All attributes and resistances up... Deus Corona.” Wendy stood to her feet, struggling. “Since were both enchanters I thought I could do the same trick too. It took a little while.. but its me! its Wendy Mrs Erza!. Erza and Irene’s eyes were trained on her.

Wendy let out a breath, hand coming up to cup her breast. “This chest... is so hefty...” She trailed off. “This is not possible!” Irene shouted, anger etched onto her face. “This little girl performed a full personality enchantment?” She couldn’t believe what was happening in front of her.

Wendy grinned, the blood caking her forehead cracking. “Your magic power is incredible. Choosing to enter my body was a big mistake.” She began casting a spell, a fiery ball appearing between her hands which she launched at her body, telling Erza to duck. Irene tried to fight back using Wendy’s magic but was failing. “Separation enchant!” Wendy called out, she was getting her body back.

“You intend to drag me out of this body?” Irene called out, fear filling her voice. “Yes, your magic power is stronger, remember.” Wendy felt victorious watching Irene get dragged out of her body. “Just.. Who are you?” Irene called out, terrified at how this young girl could be so powerful.

“I’m taking my body back!” I’d love to have your large chest but I've lived my entire life in that small body!” Wendy spoke, her voice strong. “Curse you!” Irene shrieked, beginning to damage her own body. Erza’s eye’s widened in shock. “Let’s see you take it back now! it took so long to get this body! I wont give it back! I refuse.” Her voice was almost hysterical as she screeched.

Wendy frowned. “The scars on that body are symbols of the life I’ve lived. They're medals of honour i gained while fighting for fairy tail!.” She meant every word, every scar that covered that body was proof of what she had been through. Proof of how far she would go for the people she loved, she wasn't letting that get away. “I don’t care how much more scarred it gets! That body carries all the memories of the people it holds dear!.”

Erza had to shield herself from the force of their magic, she called out Wendy’s name. She felt moved by the young womans words, she could see how much she had grown in such a short time. She held nothing but adoration for her. She was incredible, she was strong.

“Damn you!” Irene called as she and Wendy were returned to the right bodies. Wendy stumbled, calling out Erza’s name before falling to her feet. Erza panicked. “Wendy, are you back?” She was desperate for an answer. “Yes.. Can I.. Leave the rest.. To You?” Erza smiled and nodded, of course she could. “I’ll put an end to this.”

“You wretched little girls.” A dark look filled the woman's face, Erza ignored her. “I’ll finish this quickly, Wendy.” Now she didn’t have to hold back, she would get revenge for her friend. “Quickly you say? Don’t make me laugh.” She sent out a blast, Erza dodging it quickly. “You’re dealing with 400 years of magic power!” Irene called out, sending off some red bubbles as Erza swiftly dodged them. Wendy watched anxiously, all she could do right now was lie there and watch as they fought.

The bubbles seemed to shoot out, trying to hit her yet she expertly dodged each one that chased her. “For 400 long years I’ve protected you. Yet you turned out completely useless when you were born! And now your denying me my happiness?” Rage filled Irene as she continued her attacks.

Erza ignored her words. “I understand the misery you’ve been through. But.. i cannot afford to loose!” She wouldn’t loose, for Wendy. Irene cursed her out. “What could you possibly know of my misery?” She was borderline hysterical. “After you abandoned me in that village a cult kidnapped me. For years they treated me as their proper.” Although Wendy had already know her heart still broke with Erza’s words.

“Sure its not much compared to your 400 years. But.. I became who I am now because of who I was then.” Her voice was steady and strong as she dove into the air, readying her sword. “I even met people I hold dear! And I overcame other painful events because my friends were there for me!” Wendy’s eyes teared up, she was incredible.

She landed the attack on Irene. “I despise your entire existence!” The older woman called out, anger fuelling her. I never should’ve had you! Die! Die! Die! Disappear forever!” Irene began to transform, scales covering her body as she clashed with Erza.

#sorry if this isn't what ya wanted #wendy marvell #fairy tail #one shot #short #imagine #fairy tail imagine #wendy marvell imagine #Anonymous #also srry for any mistakes ya boi aint slept in 3 days lmaoo

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ezramercvr · 4 years

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me? copying and pasting this intro exactly the same bc i cba rewriting it/changing anything? its more like than u think. i thought i’d repost tho in case theres new ppl who wanna plot or anyone who has new chars etc. bt ANYWHOMST tosses this onto the dash at mach speed

『JOE KEERY ❙ CISMALE』 ⟿ looks like EZRA ‘MERCY’ MERCER is here for HIS JUNIOR year as a BUSINESS student. HE is 24 years old & known to be INTELLIGENT, OBSERVANT, CALLOUS & INSINCERE. They’re living in PERKINS, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ bri. 22. est. she/they.

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ok so mercy grew up in n never left hell’s kitchen ny fr his entire life until he was abt 20 when he finally got shipped to connecticut to go to radcliffe

his dad vinny mercer is the right hand man of a rly well known mob boss named lars amaretto………. so basically when lars said jump vinny said how high . has literally maimed n killed ppl its quite a lot n he was in the gang since he was 13 so literally violence n anger is rly all mercy knows??

when he was 20 lars demanded tht vinny sent mercy to go to school elsewhere to widen the parameters of their trade n he wld pay fr everything so vinny was like ya ok idc n off mercy went

their gang mostly runs a gun/weapon trading business, bt they’re also rly well known fr selling id’s to criminals on the run n do a side job of selling illegal drugs, mainly cocaine, heroin, n mdma/pills which mercy is basically in charge of now, the drug part is run only by him in connecticut n his younger brother back home in hell’s kitchen

the reason they decided to send mercy off to school instead of his brother donovan (ducky) is bc his brother’s face is . pretty heavily damaged after vinny caught his youngest son trying to run away when he was 15 n they savagely were jst like . ya we dnt wanna send him away he draws more attention so. thts the life mercy grew up in!

goes by mercy bc vinny thought it was a funny n ironic nickname, plus he wanted it to b a constant reminder of how weak mercy was when he was younger n his dad used to train him fr fights, wld beat him pretty bad when they were training until he literally begged his dad fr mercy

he stuck w the nickname when he left fr connecticut so tht he wldnt forget where he came from n knew wht vinny/lars cld do to him if they ever found tht he tried to get out of the gang etc. n also bc its frankly all he knows which is depressing bt thts life!

he doesn’t rly know his mom, she left when he was 4 n vinny’s been looking fr her ever since and mercy rly hopes he never finds her cause he’s pretty sure he’s planning on killing her once he does

as punishment whenever deals didn’t go well or mercy fucked up in anyway lars used to leave cigarette burns on him n he still carries on this himself bc frankly he’s paranoid if he doesn’t /:

drinks scotch like it’s water

has cheeky samples of his own products (pretty much only the coke bt . still)

enjoys hookups hates relationships, he’s been in like one (1) relationship tht was pretty emotionally abusive w/o them realizing n then jst ended rly awfully

all things considering he’s actually quite humorous but his jokes . never rly land since they never actually make much sense n they’re frankly almost always offensive lksdglknsdglh

is as straightforward as they come

surprisingly tho a rly gd friend, has stabbed someone in their hand before fr a girl he was friends with in high school even tho he offends his friends more often than not

he’s mean without reason to b a lot tho dnt get me wrong hes still a terrible person who will make someone cry bc hes having a rough day

i think thts all i have on him……………. some plot ideas:

anyone who knows him from hell’s kitchen?? cld b fun, he was pretty chaotic when his dad wasn’t around so

ppl he deals to mayhaps

fwb’s fo sho

past fwb’s tht got tired of his shit lkdsgklsdg

maybe someone who he ghosted bc he cld tell he was catching feels?? n was like ew i’m good thanks.

enemies………. feel like he wld have quite a few of those

he also does need a few friends winks

anything u want!! yeehaw!

#radintro #abuse tw #violence tw #drugs tw #alcoholism tw #self harm tw #death tw #murder tw #christ #KLSHDGLKHSDLGKHSDG

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descendantofthesparrow · 5 years

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Daughter of the Honorable Thief – Harry Hook x reader – part 4 – pranks and daggers

Harry Hook x Daughter of Robin Hood!Reader

key

h/c- hair color

e/c- eye color

h/l- hair length

s/c- skin color

y/n- your name

clothing reference:

---(y/n) POV---

Later that night, you snuck around the dorm building, searching for mals room, with Elizabeth (erza for short), daughter of Will Scarlet, at your heels.

“are ya sure about this hood? I mean, this is mal! What if she?!”

You turned to Erza, a grin on your face, “why are you doubting me~ she’ll never even know it was me!”

erza pouted, “im not doubting ya! im just saying that she might put the blame on Uma! And you don’t want that do ya?” she whisper-shouted at you.

You snickered and pinched her cheeks, she scowled and smacked your hand away, rubbing her cheek

“she's not gonna put the blame on Uma because Uma wouldn’t have thought of this~”

Erza raised her brow, confused “what exactly are ya plannen?”

You grinned like a shark, flipping open your messenger bag, and revealing the prank.

…

“holy shit hood yer evil!”

You cackled silently, as you arrived at mals dorm, and easily snuck in.

Soon finishing your work, you quickly exited the room and made your way to Mals locker, and hurriedly placed your prank in place, before relocking her locker and sneaking back to your room.

“you’re an evil genius Hood”

“why thank you Erza, I try~”

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Mal woke the next morning, expecting it to be like any other day.

She was about to be sorely mistaken.

As she stepped out of her bed, she didn’t notice the colorful plastic balls surrounding her bed, she squealed as she stumbled back onto her bed.

“what the fuck?!”

Evie sprung up from her bed, blinking away the sleep from her eyes, “Mal? Is everything alright?”

Mal snarled, chucking a blue plastic ball across the room.

“someone decided it would be fun to surround my bed with those balls that go in ball pits and shit.”

Evie rubbed her eyes and glanced down, there was a cardboard barrier surrounding Mals bed, containing the plastic balls. She raised her brow, ‘well at least im not involved in the mess’ she thought as she glanced around her bed, seeing no border or plastic balls.

“well, at least they put a border around it so its easy clean up”

Mal sighed, still pissed but Evie had a point.

Lifting herself up off the bed once more, she stepped over the border and made her way into the bathroom.

As she brushed her teeth, she heard evie call her name

“Mal? You might wanna look at this”

“wha?” Mal leaned out of the bathroom, seeing Evie pointing at a picture of her and Ben, and….their faces were taped over with…. Nicolas Cages face.

“what. The. Fuck.”

Glancing over her other pictures, everybody's faces were taped over with Nicolas Cage's face.

“seriously what the fuck!!!”

Mal screeched as she gripped the frame and ripped off the faces.

Evie snickered silently in the background, walking into the bathroom to brush her own teeth.

“Uma is going to fucking pay.” Evie stopped, Uma? When did she come into the conversation?

“are you sure Uma did this?” Evie spoke through her toothpaste, leaning out the bathroom door

Mal whipped around, her eyes glowing green, “who else would do this!!??”

Evie shrugged “I don’t know but Uma doesn’t seem like she has the patience to do this, ya know, taping down Nicolas Cage's face on all your photos, and carefully placing a ball pit around your bed? I don’t know but that doesn’t seem like Uma, shed more go for ruining your hair or one of your outfits, not do something that can be easily reversed.”

Mals eyes softened, yeah, yeah okay, this isn’t something Uma would do, but if she didn’t do it…who did?

Evie sighed, knowing Mal was going through a mental list of cuprites, so she quickly intervened and gathered her clothes, tossing one of the plastic balls at Mals butt.

“come on M! its breakfast time and I don’t want to miss my French toast!”

Mal rolled her eyes and nodded, digging through her closet and quickly grabbing an outfit.

“Alright, im going to take a quick shower tho”

Evie nodded, already halfway done with her makeup, she had taken a shower the night before.

“Alright, see you in the café”

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Mal sighed as she walked to her locker, leaning into Carlos's side with their arms locked, she had been strangely clingy to Carlos today, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Separating from him, she made her way to her locker, entering her combination, she opened it….only for her jaw to drop and a horse scream rip from her throat.

“what the fuck?!”

Her ENTIRE locker was COVERED in Nicolas Cage's face, mal just stood in furious silence as she stared at the hundreds of faces.

“holy shit mal” Carlos voice came from behind her, laughter behind his tone “someone is committed to a prank”

Mal huffed and grabbed her books, slamming her locker closed, placing her books in her bag, locking her arms with Carlos and Evie, and storming off to their first class.

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Uma jumped in surprise when she heard mals scream. She whirled around and had to stop herself from bursting out laughing.

(y/n) had plastered Nicolas Cage’s face all over mals locker, holy shit!

“holy shit (y/n) went hard” she mumbled, not wanting Mal to hear her.

Harry and Gil turned at that when they saw it Gil just blinked in surprise, and Harry had to stuff his face in his bag to stifle his laughter.

“wow,” gil whistled, watching mal slam her locker closed and storm away.

“holy shite!! Lassie went ham!!” Harry finally let out his laughter leaning against his locker trying to catch his breath.

“Ya know mate if ya keep laughing like tha people are gonna think ya did the prank”

Uma turned to the new voice, and there was (y/n) and a girl with brown hair styled in an undercut, freckles dusting her face. Her amber eyes, sparkling with mischief.

“who are you?” Uma grumbled, smacking Harry's shoulder as he composed himself, taking (y/n)s hand and kissing it, she snorted and tugged her hand away, flicking his nose.

The girl smiled and bowed, smirking up at Uma, “Erza Scarlet, at yer service”

(y/n) patted Ezra's shoulder grinning at the three pirate teens, “yeah this is one of my childhood best friends, she's the daughter of Will Scarlet.”

Erza smiled, “Scarlet’s me and my dad's middle name, my full name is Elizabeth Scarlet O'Hara”

Uma, Harry, and Gil glanced at each other, odd name.

Erza winked “we’re from Georgia”

(y/n) nodded, gesturing to Erza with her hands, “shes deadly with her daggers, just like her dad”

“oh really~” Uma sang, raising her brow “how about you show us something?”

Erzas face brightened “gladly, Hood? can you?”

(y/n) rolled her eyes and turned to her locker, unlocking it and retrieving one of her compact bows, and an aluminum arrow. (yea I know, weird stuff to keep in your locker)

“whoa whoa whoa, wha is this?” Harry hurriedly asked, stepping forward slightly.

(y/n) sighed and flicked her arm, releasing the mechanisms keeping the bow folded, “don’t worry, she knows what she's doing, those daggers of hers are made of a Vibranium/steel alloy, ya know, the same stuff that captain Americas shield is made of? They can cut through anything, including my aluminum arrows.”

Harry nodded unsurely but backed up.

Erza grinned and stood several feet away from (y/n), “alright Hood ya know the drill, now fire an ‘arrow, straight at my ‘eart”

(y/n) rolled her eyes, loading her arrow. “are you sure about this?” Uma interrupted, now regretting asking for a demonstration.

Erza winked at Uma, “absolutely.” A flash of metal and her daggers spun around her palms, before stopping in her grip.

(y/n) sighed, drawing back the string, “ya know one day your gonna be too slow and im gonna get your heart”

(y/n) released her arrow, and in a flash of steel/Vibranium, the arrow was now in ribbons at Erzas feet.

Umas jaw dropped, along with Harry and Gils.

“holy fuck what part of Georgia are you from? Southcentral!?”

Erza smirked and sheathed her daggers, wiping her hands clean from the metal shavings.

“well,” (y/n) mumbled, collapsing her bow once more, storing it in her locker “that was fun, now I think its time for class.”

The sea three glanced at the clock on the wall and paled, only one minute to get to class.

“shit!!”

--- end of part 4 ---

Comment or message me for part 5

a/n: as I was writing this, I got the news that Cameron Boyce died, he was and is a loved actor and human being, and he will be missed, we loved the way he brought Carlos to life, and he will never be the same again.

Love you Cameron, and may your memory be a blessing.

--Audrey. R. P

#Descendents #descendants #disney descendants #harryhook #harry hook #descendants harry hook #harry hook descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook imagine #Carlos De Vil #cameron boyce #may your memory be a blessing

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glasyasbutch · 4 years

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so!!!! you have 4(?) characters on this blog who you haven't played or haven't played for more than like a oneshot. these questions are for Them: 62, 84 (feel free to double up or not). for the others: 20, 36, 59, 80, roll or choose!

Thank you so much morgan, and buckle in for a long boy of an ask!!!! 62. What’s something that really repulses them? Gent: I can’t remember if I’ve already said this, but he’s one of those people where if he sees someone throw up, he also throws up.

Stella: Not a lot can get to her after years in the criminal underground working as an assassin. But she fucking HATES when you bite into food and it’s the wrong texture. Like something is mushier than you’re expecting, or there’s a crunch when there’s not supposed to be.

(Were these supposed to be answered with like “murder”? Probably. But I gave you their worst sensory inputs instead).

84. What would they do if they had a really bad nightmare?

Hedja: Dream journal it away baybe!!! They have like. A bajillion notebooks, they LOVE to write stuff down, and they’ve found that writing down dreams is a really good way to process and move on from them, because you have to recount and face in physical words on a paper how nonsensical the things happening are.

Udoora: Back home, she’d smell flowers from her garden to calm down. On the road, if she doesn’t have any flowers on hand (i thought she got a plant creation spell as part of her paladin subclass smh she doesnt, she likes fresh air and singing to herself, and it makes her feel like bed time when she was really little.

Gent again cause he’s sexy: He would go onto the deck of the ship and stand at the bow and look out at the water and watch the stars reflected in them and count them as they bounced in the waves until his heart came back down from his throat and the ocean breeze had dried up the cold sweat and he remembered all the beauty in the universe that outweighs the terror.

20. How would your character define love? SO many people asked this one, I already did Craving and Roona and it’s also in Rebekah’s ask which I haven’t done yet. I’m just rolling for it tho. Ezra: I’ve talked about this in campaign a little bit, but for Ezra, love is something cultured, and developed, and worked hard at, through acts of service and comfort and intentional joy-bringing. Love is doing things on purpose for people to improve their existence. Love is constant work that you choose to do for others.

36. Tattoos. Do they want any? Do they have any? I don’t have any tattoos myself, so I often leave them off when designing characters so most of them don’t. Gent: does, but I’m not telling you what bc there’s some Backstory Secrets in there. Stella: probably does, I think that over time she’s covered herself in a lot of different forest life that has different significances to her (animals with a symbolic meaning, plants she grew up around and knows well, etc). Gildy: I think also has culturally significant tattoos, because I want to HC that it’s a dwarvish Thing to like get tattoos to a) showcase art and craftsmanship of the tattoo artist (like picking which artist you get your tat from is a Big Deal) and b) show off how much pain you can stand, by getting bigger and more detailed ones. I think Gildy’s got a full back covering of a mountain goddess. Craving: You’d think she would have them, but she doesn’t! Something about “someone is going to come at my vulnerable body with a sharp object and i am not supposed to move away” freaks her the FUCK out.

59. Have they ever had an encounter with anyone that changed their whole life? Well, it’s D&D, so there’s a lot of “changed in a moment” tragic backstory things going on. I will simply list the people for whom that applies, and then not talk about them in detail, bc I don’t want this ask to be an emo fest. Craving, that day in the shop. Tov, with Rax. Stella, getting caught on the job by Geran. Hed’ja, the revelation with Avachel. Ezra, the day Cate died. Udoora, getting chosen as the next Official Paladin. Ebbie, the library fight. Roona, getting sent to purgatory by Sepia Thanos.

Those not mentioned are Gildy, Nissy, and Gent. For them, I can certainly come up with cutesy “the day they met [insert romantic interest]” moments or something similar, but I don’t think any of them have had moments that are like well, i have to change my entire worldview now thanks. Those changes were much more gradual with these three.

80. How do they spend a rainy day? Nissy: Bitching And Whining!!!!!! It Is Gross And He Is Wearing VELVET! For real though, while he was in Rosohna, he was constantly studying and practicing, so a rainy day was no excuse to take time off. Since leaving the city, he’s found a VERY self-indulgent pleasure in declaring do-nothing days and so I think he really likes rainy days, where he can stay in his kushy inn and/or definitely enchanted tent and lie around. He also likes the cloudiness that comes with them! Good for his drow complexion. He won’t go out when it’s raining but after it’s passed he likes to just stand outside for a few minutes and look at stuff and not be having to squint the whole time.

#asks #craving #stella #hedja #gildy #ezra #udoora #nissy #gent

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ezramvrcvr · 5 years

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wipes sweat from my brow as i once again attempt a brand new n 4th char............... i have a lot of muse fr this Bich tho n want joe keery to **** in my ***** so i think? all will b Ok.............. give this a Like n i’ll come to u to Plot!

CISMALE — ever hear people say EZRA MERCER looks a lot like JOE KEERY? I think HE is about 24, so it doesn’t really work. The BUSINESS major is a SENIOR that is from HELL’S KITCHEN, NY. They can be +BLITHE, but they can also be -TACTLESS. I think MERCY might be SHEEP. They are living in BALTA.

ok SO mercy grew up in n never left hell’s kitchen NY fr his entire life until he was abt 20 when he finally came to vermont to go to school

his dad vinny mercer is the right hand man of a rly well known mob boss named lars amaretto.......... so basically when lars jumped vinny said how hi . has literally maimed n killed ppl its Quite a Lot n he was in the gang since he was 14 so literally violence n anger is rly all mercy knows??

when he was 20 lars demanded tht vinny sent mercy to go to school in vermont to widen the parameters of their trade n he wld pay fr everything so vinny was like ya ok idc n off mercy went

their gang mostly runs a gun/weapon trading business, bt they’re also rly well known fr selling ID’s to criminals on the run n do a side job of selling illegal drugs, mainly cocaine, heroin, n meth which mercy is basically in charge of now, the drug part is run only by him in livingstone n his younger brother back home in hell’s kitchen

he stuck w the nickname when he left fr vermont so tht he wldnt forget where he came from n knew wht vinny/lars cld do to him if they ever found tht he tried to get out of the gang etc. n also bc its frankly all he knows which is depressing bt Thts Life!

as punishments whenever deals didn’t go well or mercy fucked up in anyway lars used to leave cigarette burns on him n he still carries on this himself bc frankly he’s paranoid if he doesn’t /:

drinks scotch like it’s water

he’s never touched drugs before tho even weed bc he’s seen the ppl he deals to n frankly it’s Not Pretty

enjoys hookups hates relationships, he’s never actually been in a relationship before

all things considering he’s actually quite humorous but his jokes . never rly land since they never actually make much sense n they’re frankly almost always offensive LKSDGLKNSDGLH

is as straightforward as they come

surprisingly tho a rly gd friend, has stabbed someone in their hand before fr a girl he was friends with in high school even tho he offends his friends more often than not

i can’t write Straights for the life of me so in my head he’s bi bt probs has a preference towards women when hooking up jst bc they’re easier to manipulate which is awful bt . smiles bt it doesn’t reach my eyes

i think thts all i have on him so far................ some PLOT IDEAS:

anyone who knows him from new york?? cld b fun, he was pretty chaotic when his dad wasn’t around So

ppl he deals to mayhaps

fwb’s Fo Sho

past fwb’s tht got tired of his shit LKDSGKLSDG

maybe someone who he ghosted bc he cld tell he was catching feels?? n was like Ew I’m Good Thanks.

enemies.......... feel like he wld have quite a few of those

he also does need a few friends winks

Anything u want!! yeehaw!

#livingintro #abuse tw #drugs tw #alcoholism tw #murder tw #death tw #self harm tw #ok think . thts it??#jeez oh lou #KSDNGLKSDGH #youtuber vc: Smash That Like Button!

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silkspectred · 6 years

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justice league thoughts - SPOILER HEAVY

PSA: these are all my personal opinions. don’t reblog this post with your “well, actually” because i don’t really care. make your own post to express your own opinions.

- superbat: amazing incredible fantastic show shopping clared my skin watered my crops paid all my bills. i loved them so much. the movie straight up and super explicitly draws a parallel between diana coping with steve’s death with bruce (not) coping with clark’s. diana is literally like “dude u gotta move on” and bruce is like “listen when YOU lost the love of your life you went into isolation from mankind for a centurty so!!! leave me be!!!”. they were seriously like “yes these two relationships are the same and there’s no difference at all between them”. it was amazing. after they save the day and for a hot second it looks like clark and victor didn’t make it, bruce literally GASPS and shouts “clark!” and i just. he was so worried that he had lost clark again after getting him back i cry 😭😭😭 bruce is just in general SO IN AWE OF CLARK and clark finally gets to know bruce for who he is and they just CLICK INSTANTLY as soon as they are both in the right mindspace. bruce is made soft by clark’s softness in a way i didn’t dare to imagine even in my wildest dreams. i can’t believe i got to see that in the actual movie. i’m blessed.

- clois: lois and clark share a bond that is simply too profound to describe with words, and so, so tender. lois was underused in the movie, it wasn’t really about her like half of bvs was (the whole thing with lois being the key doesn’t come to play here at all, maybe they’re saving it for future movies, or maybe i can explain it as in “she’s the key to make clark see reason after he’s back to life” but idk it’s not explained in any explicit terms, it’s my idea), but anyway clark’s loss fucked her up in a very realistic way, and her relationship with martha kent was really really sweet.

- w*nderb*t: for various reasons i’m not a fan of this ship in general and particularly of the dceu version, and some comments by affleck made me fear the worst. but nothing happened between them at all, there was just some teasing from alfred to which bruce responded mostly by rolling his eyes. they also have a couple of disagreements, and the whole league but diana especially roast bruce until he’s extra crispy on all sides. it was great. drag him. also there’s a scene where diana sees bruce really hurt and helps him fix his shoulder, then they talk about some of diana’s issues and have a drink. it’s very sweet, but not romantic at all, imo. i kinda went “oh no” at first, but in the end i was very happy with the way it played out. ymmv of course, but i loved how their friendship was portrayed (i.e.: as a friendship)

- SO MANY SCENES OF BRUCE IN THE BATMAN COSTUME WITHOUT THE COWL AND THEY ALL RESPONDED TO MY VERY SPECIFIC PERSONAL NEED SO. THANK YOU.

- clark was so good and soft and i love him. the way he came back to life doesn’t really agree with how bvs ended (except if maybe the end of bvs was just a way to hint to the fact that he COULD be brought back. idk.) but i loved him so much. his chest hair? wow.

- jason momoa as aquaman was amazing, and he got a couple of bullshit whedon lines but nothing too ugly. his scene with mera was incredible. would i let them both do unspeakable things to me? [maybe so meme]

- victor stone: my fave. very good emotional journey and very satisfying character development. especially cute are his scenes with diana and clark. he struggles a lot with what happened to him, but in the end he’s the key to saving the day, which i loved. so so so much love for him and ray did an amazing job.

- barry: i liked ezra in the role, but 90% of his lines are jokes. literally. only his scenes with his father aren’t played for laughs, and maybe one with batman (but still barry jokes throughout it). i had hoped to get more development out of him. kind of a pity tbh.

- diana: VERY good journey imo and i liked how they wrapped up her development with bvs and ww. her bigger issue comes from not being ready to lead a team, to tell people “fight for this, die for this” (very relatable and credible imo, even if she was trained as a warrior she never led an army) and is very beautiful how she comes to terms with it, the way she can still grow.

THE BAD STUFF:

- joss whedon: i’m an ex whedon fan. i watched firefly, buffy, angel, avengers and age of ultron, and i progressively realized that this was a sexist prick, not a feminist writer. we have all made mistakes. anyway. i know the whedon. i recognize the whedon when i see it. i hate the whedon. there’s a scene where barry finds himself with his face in diana’s boobs. he gets up super fast while she’s still lying on the ground and barely realizes what happened. @ joss that shit wasn’t funny when you pulled it on bruce banner and natasha romanoff in age of ultron years ago, and is still not funny now. stop doing it???? stop fucking doing it, goddammit. what is wrong with you. (so many things are wrong with him.)

- the jokes: this is linked with the joss whedon problem. too many, most of them not particularly funny, some of them inappropriate, a lot of them just there to ruin the fucking moment.

- the ass shots: there were a couple, which were a couple too many. all clearly from the whedon reshoots. also: the whedon reshoots are really noticeable, and really really obvious.

- the colors: the beautiful snyder colors i personally ADORED are gone. no one looks particularly bad tho, except clark. clark’s suit looks awful. AWFUL. it was kind of lucid and really just. just no.

- the movie is so CLEARLY, PAINFULLY, HEAVILY cut. most of the scenes from the trailers aren’t in the movie at all. victor talking about the batman and “i’m real when it’s useful”, bruce and diana’s “more more or more less?” scene, a lot of material about victor and barry, “don’t engage alone, we do this together”, the “age of heroes” speech, batman’s “my turn”, parts of lois’ “dream” of clark, bruce staring at clark’s hologram, SO MUCH STUFF WASN’T IN THE MOVIE AND I’M SO FUCKING PISSED. i really really hope they release an extended zack snyder cut of the movie because i want those scenes back. i was promised those scenes and i want them back. wb and whedon need to stop fucking over my mans zack.

- the amazon costumes: all that wank about the amazon costumes? it’s absolute bullshit. those skimpy outfits are nowhere to be seen in the actual movie. amazons still fight in wedges (not even patty jenkins would change that, and just WHY IS EVERYONE IGNORING THAT ?? that shit is not good) but they wear armor largely similar to what’s in wonder woman. there’s some armor that leaves their belly exposed but there were similar outfits in wonder woman too and they weren’t in an active combat situation while they were wearing those (the situation develops into combat, but unexpectedly so). i want everyone to apologize to zack snyder now lol.

TL;DR: joss whedon and wb are pieces of shit, zack snyder is a genius and i love him, superbat is real, i enjoyed most of the movie, i wish a lot of things were different but overall it could have been a lot of worse so. i’m okay. waiting to gif the hell out of it and reading all the beautiful fics!!!!

#personal*#justice league spoilers #dceu #superbat

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Casey 1-20 (with Arianna, Jess, and Blez)

Holiday

Casey's experience with holidays has been pretty shitty over the years. He has a lot of bad memories attached to most holidays, so he tends to avoid celebrating any of them.

This year, though, I think he's actually looking forward to the holidays. I've been imagining the Lovelace and Hartley parents asking him to celebrate with them.

Cooking

He barely has the motivation to cook anymore.

He got a few things from watching his mom cook while he was younger. There were rare moments where she would let him help or give him advice. But mostly, Casey taught himself how to cook, when he was older.

He tends to go for convenience and ready to eat foods, mostly because his depression leaves him feeling incapable of cooking a real meal. He will sometimes cook something special for Ezra, if he can.

Sleeping

His sleep schedule really sucks. He usually doesn't go to bed until about 4 or 5 am, and he will sleep pretty much all day.

Casey has bad nightmares. Normally he's able to go back to sleep after a nightmare, but some of them shake him too bad. He will have to stay awake, and usually distracts himself with video games.

Driving

Clay refused to let Casey get his license when he was 16. Jordan didn't really want Casey driving, either, so he wasn't able to get his license until after he broke up with Jordan. Ezra helped him practice to take the test.

Bathing/showering

He can't really get motivated to shower often. He does every other day, if he's working. On the times he has a few days off in a row, Casey won't shower the whole time (unless he's going to be seeing his friends and family).

Hugging

Casey is a very huggy person, but he doesn't like invading other people's space unless they've given him the okay beforehand. He gives great hugs ;w;

Kissing

He is very often the one to initiate kisses with all his partners. Casey is a great kisser when he's in the right headspace, but all it takes is one off thought, and he no longer feels comfortable kissing that person. He also delivers lots of cheek kisses, especially to Nova when she's working. (And she always stops what she's doing to blow a kiss back as he's walking away afterwards. It's just their thing I guess :P )

Sex

So like, I've said a lot since I first developed Casey that it would take a lot of time before he would be able to trust someone enough to have sex with them after he breaks up with Jordan. I kept wondering, "well, how long?" And I added little things about his hypothetical sex life to make it safer for him to have (like keeping things vanilla, for example)

The more I've thought about this, though, the more I realized that there might not ever be a time Casey feels comfortable having sex. I never really imagined him desiring sex that much anyway, so I've decided that he's actually asexual :)

It of course takes him a while to realize that, and I imagine Blez playing a big part in helping him realize his asexuality. I don't think it would be something he ever really considered before. I still think coming out as asexual (more specifically, to his partners) will cause him a lot of anxiety, because he will be worried about that being a deal breaker or something.

General physical contact

He uses physical contact to express his affection to pretty much everyone. The only time this changes is when he's thinking about one of his nightmares. He will be afraid of hurting others, and avoid touching them (or letting others touch him). Even something simple as someone grabbing his hand while he's in that mindset will freak him out. He gets images of how that touch can escalate into violence in his mind, and it sends him into a panic.

Physical appearance

Casey is 5'9 I think. He has freckles on his face, but like Arianna's, they're pretty light. He wears glasses, but they sit crooked on his face because he accidentally broke the frame recently (they're new frames too gdi Casey)

He had a lot of scars on his body. Probably 90% of them were caused by Jordan, and the rest were from Clay.

His hair is dark brown and waist length. When not out in public, his hair is usually really tangled. This is because he only brushes it when he's going somewhere, but also because it just tangles really easily. It is nearly impossible to brush it when it's wet, for some reason.

Wardrobe

Casey is very well known for his denim jackets covered in patches and pins, but some other things in his wardrobe are,

Cool colored t shirts, and dark colored t shirts with video game logos/characters on them,

Grey jeans, which are often his choice color of pants for some reason

Converse, also all cool colored.

He has a work uniform as well, but when he's not wearing it it's either in the washing machine or crumpled in a ball in the corner of his room. His manager was dumb and only gave him one uniform

Jewelry

Chokers, but only to cover the scar. He isn't actually a fan of jewelry, and is hoping for the day he can stop wearing chokers and just accept that other people will see the scar

Nickname

Currently, the only nickname I have for him is one Blezbian came up with

Before they met in person, Casey and Blezbian were online friends and gaming buddies. They never asked/gave out their real names, so they made up nicknames for each other based on their screen names. For Casey, it was Marks (his username is marksofdefeat3). For Blezbian, it was Dayze (her username is 3dayze2late). After they make the connection that they're the same online friend they've been playing with, they both occasionally call each other by their nicknames :)

Dancing

He doesn't really dance. Of course, this changes when he gets with Nova. He's super embarrassed when he does, at first, but Nova has turned it into something he really enjoys doing. He won't dance with or for anyone but Nova.

Singing

He doesn't sing at all really. He's very silent when he listens to music, usually.

Anger

Casey is afraid of his anger. It causes him a lot of stress and anxiety, because he believes his anger is connected to Clay and Jordan. He has never seen healthy ways to express anger before, and that makes his anger explosive and scary to witness. He turns violent towards inanimate objects immediately, and once the initial surge of anger has passed, he will cry for letting himself get worked up like that. He is scared that one day he might accidentally hurt the ones he loves, but he is also scared to reach out for help and ask how to deal with his anger in a healthier way. He doesn't want to be like them, but moments like that make him feel like there's really no way to escape that.

Soft spot

Arianna and Devon.

Ezra, of course.

Blezbian, Blez, and Michael.

He loves pins a lot. Casey gets super excited when he finds new pins to add to his collection ;w;

Pubby,,,, he’s a big fan of dogs and how they do. (Holy shit I just imagined him meeting Himbo ohhghd ohf uck). He has his own pubby tho! Her name is Lola and Casey would die for she

Izan, eventually.

Nova, also eventually.

Strange as it sounds, he has a soft spot for creepy stuff. Things in the horror genre, mostly. He likes monsters and creepypastas and cryptids and such, and they are a soft spot for him. He finds some of them adorable (and no one else understands him they think it's so weird lmao)

Maybe Zerx, eventually (just something I've been considering, idk?)

Favorite possession

One of his denim jackets, though I'm not sure which one exactly (I think he has two or three of them, and one he wears more often than the others)

The shark lanyard Ezra gave him. Ezra said he got it so Casey could keep track of his keys and stuff easier. He was right, because Casey always knows where the lanyard (and his keys) are now ;w;

Arianna gave Casey one of her older skateboard decks when they got back in touch (because it was of a wolf, and she didn't really use it anymore). Casey displays it in his room now and no one is allowed to touch it.

Favorite photograph

A picture of Arianna when she was little. Their parents were gone for the night, and Casey had stolen his mom's camera. He told Arianna they were going to dress up and play fun games, and Casey took a lot of pictures of Arianna (and she even got a few of Casey.) His favorite of the many they took, though, is one of Arianna standing on her bed with a sheet pinned around her normal clothes to look kinda like a dress. She has Bunnins raised above her head, ready to throw it at Casey. She looked happy.

His other favorite picture is one he took of him and Ezra (with the same camera) during one of the church events where they got to hang out :)

Relationship with ___

Arianna

Ever since they were young, Casey has felt a strong connection to Arianna. He has always tried to do what he can to make Arianna happy. Until they were separated, they both provided a lot of relief to each other from their environment and the struggles they faced daily.

Currently, Casey is really just so happy to see Arianna again, and that she's in a better place. Part of him feels jealous, though, because she's getting a chance to live her teenage years in a peaceful environment, and he didn't really get that at all. He feels bad for thinking that way, but through all of the pain he's been through until this point, it's only natural to wish for better than what he's had before now. Ultimately, though, Casey doesn't want to do anything to ruin this for her. He's been careful not to unload any of the problems he's been facing over the years, and he never brings up Clay or their past together unless Arianna is the one to approach the topic.

Casey doesn't ever want to lose Arianna again. He doesn't think he'd be able to handle it.

Jess

I can't really imagine much of what Casey's relationship with Jess is, sadly. I imagine they get along okay, but they don't talk to each other much (especially compared to how much Casey talks to Blez and Blee). Jess seems like a nice person.

Blez

It's an unspoken thing that Blez and Casey have a mother/son relationship. Of all the Lovelace parents, Casey feels the closest to Blez. They play games together sometimes, and Blez will often invite Casey out to run errands or have lunch or something, because she knows otherwise he will be holed up in his apartment, alone.

He has also helped Blez with some of her technology stuff, and has started gaining an interest in engineering because of it.

Casey feels comfortable with Blez. Even when they first met, this was something Casey noticed. She gives him the feeling of having a mother figure, something that he wished he could have had with Jennifer. He sees Blez as a kind, gentle, and positive person overall and he's able to let go of the negative things that weigh him down when he's with her. Blez makes him happy.

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