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deputy-morgan-malone · 7 months

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OC Aesthetics for the Entities (Magnus Archives)

I'm not sure how much new Spooky Month content I'll be doing this year, I'm pretty tapped out at the moment, but I have had this for a while (created by @sagamemes) and it's pretty spooky, so I figured I'd do it for the start of the spooky season \o/

Tagging @inafieldofdaisies, @turbo-virgins, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @direwombat, @adelaidedrubman, @florbelles, @cassietrn, @unholymilf, @strafethesesinners, @paganminiskirt, @henbased, @deputyash, @roofgeese, @fourlittleseedlings, @josephslittledeputy, @jillvalentinesday, @corvosattano and @voidika to do it too - ONLY if you want to <3

aesthetics for the entities. bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. rest of the fears here. this is based on a horror podcast; potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

Deputy Morgan Malone (FC5 OC)

i. THE BURIED. weighted blankets. drowning. the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil & sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots. letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool. walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little. dragging the last second before you have to inhale. lonely subways. feeling like one with the earth. a layer of dirt on you. looking for something below. cardboard boxes & tiny pillow forts. hands calloused from digging. knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you. a storm drowning you out. dust & sand speaking to you.

ii. THE CORRUPTION. insects. a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans. an untreated wound. containment. breaching containment. unbreathable air. fungi. one with that you love. one with what loves you. a corpse unfit for a glass case. hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings & legs. honeycomb patterns. an ecosystem within a person. a curse passed on. the hubris of a scientist. an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief. parasites. something pushing up the sewer. a mask to keep something out. trypophobia. knowing you belong. death weeks after impact. fever. food that’s gone off. pandora’s box. death behind a glass.

iii. THE DARK. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves. the feel of cold marble. a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness & seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see. hiding under a blanket. white, clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight. pouring dark. unscrewing lightbulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night. time before light was created. a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to. withering plants. a world without a sun. footfalls in an empty house in the night. a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should. desperate reach for a flashlight. clothes that hide your shape. staying unperceivable. winter months in the north. an empty church.

iv. THE DESOLATION. senseless pain. warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire. heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for, gone so soon. the smell of gasoline. touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood. inescapably warm air. a child born in fire. death of a loved one. a candle without a flame. an altar in the middle of the woods. animals with burnt fur. plastic explosives. burning hot metal. sweating in an interrogation room. never touching a loved one. disfigurement. kiss that ruins you. the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer. the agony of hellfire displayed as art. auburn hair. little clothing in cold weather. a ripple in the air. trying to cool down in vain.

v. THE FLESH. body horror. factories. a hunger for something more filling. never quite happy with how you look. the terror of an animal waiting for slaughter. a very good meal. the liquid of a perfect steak. fighting your worst survival instincts. a twisted bone. long nights working out. more than one heart. appearance that shapes like clay. a bag of bones. bone broth in a pot. knowing to fear pigs. the butcher’s shop. plastic surgery. something alien inside your body. a hunger in the gaze laid upon you. unwitting cannibalism. forgetting what you used to look like. being admired for your appearance & appearance only. teeth marks on skin. scars from wounds that should’ve killed you. cooking in scarcity. fenced in with one way to go.

vi. THE END. the last page of a book. nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares. a skeletal hand. the grip of the grim reaper around your throat. existential pain. ivory dice. flatlining in a hospital. gambling with death. as old as the universe. soul & spirit tied to an object. a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the pleas of a dying one. knowing the fate of someone you know & being unable to prevent it. a thousand cords tugging you towards your end. skin that’s freezing to the touch. an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness. watching your own burial. causing your own burial. the smell of death. numbness to fear. words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe. multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii. THE EYE. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments. the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports. hidden libraries. eyes of different colors. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t look away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyeurism. police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

viii. THE HUNT. sharp canines. sore calves after a run. the scent of blood. an adventure for the journey’s sake. the adrenaline right before the kill. a whistle’s echo. the woods. the doe eyes of a prey animal. your own breath in the air. sharpened claws. being tracked. fear of someone knowing your every movement. hunting down monsters. hide & seek. running away only to end up where you started. staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run. a set of footsteps behind you. blood dripping from bare hands. barks & growls. focused eyes. a victim going limp under your hands. a mouth full of fresh blood. catching the scent of something monstrous. perfecting your craft. peering into the dark & running after it.

ix. THE LONELY. an apartment too small for a double bed. completely vacant streets. waking up to see everyone gone. fog. point nemo. a house too big to hear your family members in. alone in a faceless crowd. a mask with nothing behind it. separated cubicles. a deafening silence where joy should be. a blinding spotlight. the least missed in your friend group. streets without lights in the windows. isolation. not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence. fear of crowds. staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you. a ship alone at sea. depression. knowing your friends are better off without you. talking to someone only to realise they’re gone. a family too large to notice you there. safety in being alone.

x. THE SLAUGHTER a game of tag. senseless violence. a true crime hobby. improvised weapons. blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery. holding on to what validates your anger. history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers. a knifeblock on the counter. a pool of blood. shellshock. unspeakable horrors. anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster. an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs. a weapons collection. not knowing the names of who you kill. too many to remember. loss of hope. there’s no heroes in war.

xi. THE SPIRAL sleep deprivation. corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions. losing people. losing your sanity. corkscew curls. rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality. walking through the wrong door. delusions. not knowing what your hands are doing. blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions. a nameless thing. a place that has never existed. doubting your own mind. blind faith. losing track of names, labels, categories. distorted sound. an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time. a garish colour. doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh. jokes & tricks. illusions. a doorway. a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles. doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xii. THE STRANGER wax figures. a close approximation of a human face. a borrowed appearance. a strange smell. glass eyes. furs & pelts. a dance. a song of a choir. the uncanny valley. stitching yourself together. the colours of a circus. a puppet with no strings. mannequins. glitter & sequin. a stranger you’ve always known. someone strange in the place of someone you knew. stolen identities. stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity. the anonymity of a service worker. hiding in plain sight. uncomfortable to look at. a faked accent. concealing. forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are. a replacement no one notices. images that look posed. the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiii. THE VAST. open spaces. carnival rides going up & down. fear of heights. endless infinity around you. your insignificance in an universe. stomach turning at a drop. fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip. the sway of a cable car. an adventure holiday. losing track of where the surface is. miles & miles of nothing around you. staring at the sky & feeling like you may fall into it. loss of control. a fall that doesn’t end in death. glass floor to the view below. terminal velocity. the sound of wind in your ears. a reach over the railing. a jump from the top of the building. falling into nothing. feeling your feet let go of the ground. a leap of faith. motion sickness.

xiv. THE WEB. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings. power over the weak—willed. strings of fate. manipulation. an arranged accident. a hundred minions doing your bidding. cobwebs. spiders. a laid trap. never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realising it. red string across a corkboard. finding something lost where you were sure you checked. power over the unrealiability of chance. watching others dance for you. an entangled death. a thousand tiny legs & fangs. shady forum threads. something important gone missing. suspiciously disregarded case. a missing witness. connections. the world wide web. power of victimhood. gullibility. no control over your own decisions. an invisible leash. mass psychology. a horror film in the making. scapegoat. never remembering to ask for a name.

+ THE EXTINCTION. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivours. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

#i tried to do a mix of morgan's canon life and pre-canon life - and then a few of her more regular aus for the 'situational' occurences #she honestly got the most 'definitely''s for Slaughter but that's mostly because of what others do in the reaping tbh #and she got one more 'never' in Slaughter than she did in The Hunt #so I would say overall she got the Hunt #i didn't actually know that much about the magnus archives and all the entities before this so i didn't know all the options #but i'd say the Hunt suits her frankly #between her 'lust' for life and adrenaline junkie nature - she is a bit of a hunter at heart #couple that with a love of nature and predators and a bit of dabbling in actual hunting herself #and the general nature of what happens during the Reaping #the Hunt probably is the one that typifies her life the most #with some dabblings in the Slaughter (due to her experiences in the reaping) and the Vast #with honourable mentions I think to the Extinction (also due to the reaping) the Eye and the Web #aesthetic games #bold your aesthetic #tag your aesthetic #spooky month 2023 #horror #blood tw #gore imagery #the magnus archives #the entities #tag games

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babiejeeves · 2 years

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Jon and Martin look ADORABLE Halloween 1991, can I ask what's got Martin so upset? Or why Jon chose to go as a Lion and Martin a pumpkin?

when I drew sobbing Martin in a pumpkin there wasn’t really a reason other than there’s this photo of me when I was like 5 or 6 having a meltdown dressed as a pumpkin because my parents wouldn’t let me be a ladybug for like the 3rd year in a row

in the context of the au however, Jon’s grandmother suggested they go together as Wizard of Oz characters, as she is a big fan, and Martin bullied Jon into being the lion because it would be “too realistic” if he went as the scarecrow, because he already had plenty of brains.

unfortunately that Halloween in Bournemouth it was rainy and muggy, and Martin took a tumble into the gutter, leaving his costume ruined. Thankfully Jon’s grandmother had a spare that fit, but it wasn’t exactly..on theme.

not to worry though, they try again another year and it goes just fine :)

#childhood friends au #spooky!#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus pod #tma fanart #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jon sims #jonmartin #jmart fanart

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nonuggetshere · 1 year

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Local idiots almost get caught, more at ten

#spooky arts #faaf au #PV/Flower started helping around wherever they could post that disaster that was their knighting. Their father no longer gave them #important tasks nor did they need to train but they still liked to feel useful so whenever they could they liked to help people around the #palace and generally the court. One of the tasks they took up was helping Monomon and Quirrel in the archives. They could feel Quirrel #feeling awkward around them and Monomon was sometimes going overboard with her curiosity about their nature but otherwise working there #felt almost normal. And normalcy was all they wanted when everybody around them started treating them differently.#They eventually befriended Quirrel and started spending time with him outside the Archives too.#Anyway had an idea that their bfs come pick them up one day after working at the archives and Quirrel catches them #Petunia has such a bad read on social cues JFBFJFHF #Flower was meant to be looking to the side at them but.because of their stupid head shape and lack of pupils they look like they're staring #into your soul #The height difference is a bit fucked but that was before I made that height chart

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thanat0s28 · 3 months

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I'm working on a new au!!

It's an au for The Magnus Archives. Basically Tim, Sasha, Jon, and Martin are childhood friends and join their schools Paranormal Club (run by the history teacher, Ms. Robinson) and start ghost hunting. I'm still working out the details to turn it into a fic, but I'll share as much as I know and will answer any questions!

It's called 'Statement of Joe Spooky' and I'm very excited to share it

#luna.posts #tma au #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus archives au #au #Statement of Joe Spooky

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randompajamaalt · 7 months

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New TMA AU

so. I’ve been thinking for a few days, and I have officially decided to start a brand-new TMA au here on tumblr. It’s still in the works, but I wanted to see if y’all were interested in this at all.

It’ll basically be a spooky story podcast style thing- they’ll hunt for cryptids, ghosts, myths, other such things- and investigate them.

The story will focus on Jon, Georgie, Martin, and Melanie as they delve deeper into spooky stories you’d hear over a campfire.

I’m debating on how the institute and other characters are gonna come in to play, but over time more people are gonna join the main gang in their adventures.

it will also be released in bits and pieces and will kind of work like an ARG, having different parts of the story released in a different order than they actually happened in the canon timeline.

Here’s the kicker, though- and probably where I’ll lose a lot of you- It’ll be written like a transcript, not an actual story. The layout will be way different than what I usually do.

It’s hard to explain, so, I’ll just add a sample/test below! Think of it like a transcript of a podcast, sometimes accompanied by descriptions of visual video, if it’s included in the episode.

anyways I’m ranting! I’m just gonna put it below :)

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Episode 0.5 - Prologue/Teaser

Jon

[click]

[fabric rustles]

“Hello? Testing, testing.. One, two, three..”

Georgie

[shuffling]

“I think it’s working, Jon.”

[small chuckle]

Jon

“A-Ah, yes.. uhm..”

[rustling]

[whispering]: “Are we on?”

[clears throat]

[presumably reading from a script]: “Hello. My name is Jonathan Sims, and you’re listening to-“

[whisper]: “I did not agree to this name, Georgie, I-“

Georgie

[whisper]: “Just go with it, Jon.”

[quiet chuckle]

Jon

“Sorry. Uhm. My name is Jonathan Sims, and you’re listening to a collection of spooky stories, regarding cryptids, creeps, and chaotic encounters.”

[groan]

[whisper]: “Can- Can we just re-record this part?”

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alright! That was fun. Anyways, would you all be interested in reading a story completely written like this or would it be boring?

yippie I’m so tired

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #melanie king #georgie barker #randonpajama talks #randompajama writes #This is gonna be a pretty big project #Bear with me guys #randompajama spooky stories tma au

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pooks · 11 months

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okay, so i don't really advertise this because frankly, i do NOT agree with a fucking terf's ideas and therefore, she tainted a beloved book series she wrote and ultimately destroyed my childhood

but then i decided "fuck it, it's a fanfiction and she doesn't have any say in what i wrote or even make money of it"

also i made it gayer. so take that!

anyho, this is my HP/TMA 90s AU fanfiction that turned from a stand-alone story into a flippin series.

so imagine this; canon divergence happens in pre-OotP, Percy doesn't take Fudge's promotion offer (partly because that is sus, partly because web-related shenanigans) so he gets fired instead and what does our lovely ginger nerd find instead? the magnus institute.

so Elias takes a look at this boy and is like "yes, he will do nice for an Archivist" and hires him on the spot.

(and if case you're wondering, this is a TMA where it's set in the 1990s instead of the 2010s)

so we get an archive crew with four assistants and an archivist who has no idea what he's even doing, but he is determined and he needs to keep his wizard status as a secret

that's how this was created;

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3516304

ps. the second season-story is in progress. ;)

pps. i cannot stress this enough, but i DO NOT support the author in anyway and she can throw herself into the sun, for what i care. also i treat the characters better and i made it all better and gayer, because i can.

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carminite-wyrm · 2 years

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You know how there was that bit in Season 8 where a number of Hermits were attempting to advertise their shops to Etho? Yeah :)

AU originally inspired by @chrisrin , though by this point ive decidedly gone down the road of 'the hermit archives is a workplace comedy'.

It is something of a…pastime, of the Hermits, the ones definitely in the know about the Entities (no matter how, when or where that understanding came about, the Hermits’ territories are judgement-free zones), to try and subtly (or not) attempt to attract their community’s resident ‘Token Human’ to their particular patron/s.

Not that its ever worked, yet, and the shenanigans do often toe the line between revealing the existence of the various Entities that they serve/follow/respect/are affiliated with, and keeping the man in his continued blissful state of apparent unawareness. On one hand, it would be quite the bragging right to be the Hermit to finally convert Etho to their patron. On the other hand, it would be preferable not to traumatise the man, in the way that encounters with the Entities, the Fears, often do.

At this present point in time, Bdubs is currently wondering whether a sign leading to one of his moss-and-vine infested buildings might suffice as a means to gently encourage Etho to get a little more hands-on experience in regards to the wonders of being lovingly enveloped in the hivemind of his favoured plants, the same ones that wrap and weave through and around his body. Of course, the building is stocked with goods that he knows Etho will want to purchase, because Bdubs would also like to make the tip jar on the boardwalk a little fuller, so that Scar will stop smirking in that lightly infuriating way of his as he falls past.

Speaking of Scar, actually-

Bdubs looks upwards, and quickly steps to the side as the avatar in question falls from the sky once again, still screaming even though he’s fallen enough times that Bdubs is pretty sure he ought to be used to it by now. He collides with the ground with a broken-off yell, his hat flying off to land at Bdubs’ feet, and Bdubs respectfully looks away for the brief few moments it takes for Scar to collect himself.

Literally, if the wet-but-crunchy noises are anything to go by.

“Bdubs! I see you’re trying your hand again at attracting our dear Etho!”

Bdubs takes a moment to (not for the first time), wonder if the Falling Titan just has the ambient effect of making people act in a very light-hearted manner, or if that’s just a Scar thing, before he turns around, graciously picking up Scar’s hat and holding it out.

“I am! And we’ll be making more profits than your Boatem club or crew in no time!” His moss puffs up slightly as Scar chuckles in response, the scarred man giving his head a few hard taps so that his skull properly aligns with his spine again, before accepting his hat.

“Oh, of course, although I do have to say, I find it hard to imagine Etho missing this particular sales pitch.” Scar grins, as he looks up at the truly magnificent billboard that Bdubs has constructed.

“Uh huh! He’ll be ours in no time!”

“You say that, but also last I heard, Grian left a few of Joe’s Collection in his train, swapped the covers out with some of his regular offerings, and Etho managed to avoid every single one of them!”

“This one will work! You’ll see!”

Scar laughs, before tipping backwards, and launching back into the sky as if gravity is nothing to be concerned about, exiting the conversation with about as much grace as he entered it with.

A week later, and Bdubs is several blocks of diamond richer. The vines he laid around the shop as a welcoming curtain, and then a pleasant lattice within, have somehow sadly wilted.

“Oh, Tango must’ve been by!” Bdubs decides, after inspecting the damages. “That Tango, always giving my plants heatstroke! At least Etho wasn’t put off by your state.”

A vine gives the sad wilted approximation of what Bdubs thinks is a nod of agreement.

Several kilometres away, Etho casually taps his pen against the sign he plans to leave for his roommate. Shopping had been an enjoyable experience, even if he did have to…neutralise…a minor infestation of Bdubs’ favoured strain of That Which Infests and Infects. Unfortunately, that has also left him a little out of pocket, and a little out of blaze powder.

At least Iskall is off Hunting for…resources, presumably.

Well, either way, their shared funds will be replenished in due time, and it isn’t really Etho’s concern how that happens.

#the hermit archives #hermitcraft au #hermitcraft fic #ethoslab #carminite writes #at this point the flavour of hermit archives au im writing is less Standard TMA Spooky #and more 'slice of life comedy with ambient spooky' where the hermits are going about their usual server-y business. but with added spooky #am i giving slice-of-life-spooky!etho combination georgie and joshua gillespie vibes? mayhaps.

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thebekashow · 2 months

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beka's adopted father (before bob)

he is a bit too silly. but dw, he's nice :)

sorta ._ .

#thebekashow #art #spooky month au #spooky month #bendy #bendy and the ink machine #ink #his name is Ink but he's a replica of bendy from a different world. basically where all the models are self-aware in the archive #he wasn't really exactly the nicest but he wasn't really the worst either #his sense of affection towards beka was through food and touch #he was in no shape or form fit to be her father but he ignored it and welp..

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littleladymab · 7 months

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I'm doing a few of the SW-Tober prompts by @fanfoolishness and @dankfarrikdrabbles which you can find the list here. This is mostly an excuse to clear out a few old drabble requests, WIPs, and AU ideas I have had kicking around.

So saying, I have a bunch of ideas kicking around for a modern AU that the GC and I have been tossing into a doc so that when do-may-stic rolls around next year I can just go Modern AU Crazy.

13. Night - aka Ezra's first night in the Spectre's house (after Kanan caught him trying to pick his pocket). I have more for this written up technically, but I think I'll save it for later, so you get just the Ezra portion.

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A house that isn’t empty is silent in a way that is wholly unfamiliar to Ezra. It’s not silent in the way that the city at 2AM is silent — where all the sounds of other living people are distant and muffled as if under a blanket.

He lies on top of the still-made bed and stares up at the ceiling as the fan blades spin round and round and round in the dark and listens to the house.

Snores from across the hall. The wind chimes on the porch as the breeze picks up. The gentle thud as the cat scurries from one end of the house to the other.

He can’t believe he agreed to this.

This was absolutely stupid and he’s crazy for doing this but every ounce of self preservation seemed to flee the moment Kanan said I remember what it’s like and meant it.

Ezra has heard many platitudes over his years, some more honest than others, but Kanan offered him something better. And not just the meal and the roof over his head — even if just for a night, or as long as he wants it — but for that look of understanding. The way he picked his friend’s pocket just to prove a point.

What Kanan offered was the vision that a better future is possible. He told Ezra that he’d been on his own for eight years before he met Hera. Now, they’ve been together for six and he’s been sober for three of those.

And Ezra, who is only fourteen, honestly can’t fathom his life that far ahead. He’s lived day to day for seven years already, that it’s hard to conceive any further than the next week.

So being offered a place to stay, for as long as you want it, seems absolutely surreal. How long is as long as you want it? Is the limit dependent on him, or do Kanan and Hera have a calendar in the back of their minds — a limited resource of patience for him and kids like him?

Somehow, after meeting everyone in the household, Ezra doubts that they would kick him out, and that is both more terrifying and comforting at the same time. Zeb, the big guy who is older than both Kanan and Hera but doesn’t really act like it, has been with them for five years. Sabine, barely older than Ezra, has been here for two.

If he wants to stay, Ezra’s pretty sure they’ll let him.

He presses the heels of his hands over his eyes and inhales deeply, exhales slowly. He’ll give it a few days, he reasons as he tries to calm the sudden spike in his heart rate at the idea. See what they ask of him in return for hospitality.

Maybe they’ll teach him how to drive, the way that they’re teaching Sabine. He never thought about the possibility.

Eventually, Ezra wriggles his way under the blankets and folds his hands over his chest. If he tilts his head to the side, he can see his backpack propped up on the table beneath the window. Hera had left a pyramid of folded towels and old clothes of Kanan’s he could change into, and a pile of granola bars and some other weird healthy snacks he couldn’t identify.

Everything ready for him if he decides to grab and go in the middle of the night.

Instead, he closes his eyes against the image and instead listens to the silence of the house at night. Of the snores across the hall. Of the wind chimes on the porch. Of the cat scratching at some piece of furniture.

Eventually, Ezra falls asleep.

#sw-tober #star wars #rebels #a lil miss fic #fun fact: ezra decided to trust kanan because he was wearing a fanny pack & ezra went 'no way this guy can be anything other than a square'#this will end up being like no spooky archives au in which it's just a bunch of drabbles and no plot #sorry to the kanan narration you will stay a secret until I have more time to write the rest of it then you'll debut on ao3 #lil miss writings #I'll think of a fun tag for it later for now it's just #modern au

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