#ezra Stormcrow

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Ezra Stormcrow

Also their new token for in-game:

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OH WAIT COHERANT THOUGHTS ABOUT AHSOKA'S WHOLE DEAL ARE BACK WHAT IF THIS IS THE GANDALF IN MORIA MOMENT? WHAT IF THIS IS WHEN SHE BECOMES AHSOKA THE WHITE?!

THE SHOW'S WORKING TITLE WAS STORMCROW FILONI'S A LOTR/GANDALF NERD. THIS IS WHY HE CHANGED HER COSTUME AND ROLLED BACK THE PROGRESSION ON FINDING EZRA. HE WANTED TO WRITE HER AHSOKA THE WHITE MOMENT.

DANG IT FILONI.

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Burn Bright ArtFight!!!

My first attack of the year went off to @sunflowerdales of their immensely handsome pirate Ezra Stormcrow!

I see a handsome pirate man, I draw a handsome pirate man. I don't make the rules. (I do.)

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tangles

an OC kiss between ellinor and @sunflowerdales' ezra stormcrow <3

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“Ezra.”

They look back at Ellinor, tossing their golden tresses effortlessly over their shoulder with a smirk—one she returns with a teasing wrinkled nose, a sly stuck-out tongue.

“What?” he asks her.

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Your hair. I’m jealous. I can barely tie mine back into a bun without getting tangles all over the place, or bumps or weird parts or without it falling out and—”

They laugh.

“It’s not funny!”

“No, it’s just—well, it is a little.”

She frowns.

“I can show you, if you like. My hair’s a bit thicker than yours, but the basic process is the same. Is your hair all brushed?”

Ellinor nods.

“Sit here.” He pats the ground in front of them gently, and she takes a seat beside them. “You can practice on me first, and I’ll tell you what to do.”

She laughs nervously, and they smile back, cheeks flushed a little.

“We’ll want a small section, like this.” They part a bit of loose hair away from the braids they’d done earlier in the day, holding it out for her to see. “And then separate it into three more pieces.”

“Okay.”

“Now take the two outer strands.”

“Me?”

“Who else?”

She laughs nervously, and Ezra tries to ignore the way her fingers are warm when they brush against his, the way it makes them shiver.

“Tuck the right over the middle.”

“Okay.”

“And now the left over the right. Well, technically it’s the middle strand now.”

“The…what?”

“Put the left strand over the one you just moved over the middle.”

“Um…okay…”

“And then you just…sort of keep going, in that pattern. Until you reach the end and you can tie it off with a ribbon or whatever you have, you know?”

She doesn’t answer this time, instead only humming thoughtfully to herself, her fingers continuing to work through the little section of their hair they’d offered to her as practice. So they wait. Sit in silence, comfortable silence, enjoying each others’ company and the warmth—both against their skin and in their chest—of her presence beside him.

“Done,” she says finally. “At least I think.”

“You think?” they tease her. “Let me look.”

She hands off the section of hair to him, and they pull it into sight, looking up and down.

“It doesn’t really look like yours,” she says awkwardly.

Understatement of the age. “I—Ellinor—” It’s not a braid at all. Rather a series of knots, twists, ties, tangles.

“I just did what you told me!” she says defensively. “I tried to—”

But she misunderstands, they think, I’m not angry at all. Instead, he bursts out laughing. “I think—ha—” It takes them a moment to catch their breath, tossing the section of woefully mismanaged hair back over their shoulder.

Her own expression changes from embarrassment to surprise and finally to a grin, laughing along with them. “I’ll fix it!”

“Please don’t.”

“I’ll—at least let me undo it, I can try to—” She reaches out for them again, but it’s easy for Ezra to dodge her, sending her falling into him.

They catch her. “Oh,” they mutter, looking into her, out of breath and flushed with tears in her eyes from the laughter. He quickly leans down once to kiss her nose. “You’d better.”

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There's love above love and it's yours 'cause I love you

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Looking up at her with those big soft brown eyes... her baby

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and you did it at my birthday dinner

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Put 'em away, slut

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Misery loves company

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Early relationship Ezrolo

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Ezra collecting parents like they're pokémon

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Comfort

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Very early days of Ezra being adopted as Kahlia's ward, she began teaching them all kinds of subjects to get them caught up with their age group and to get them into formal education. Due to how receptive they were to learning, however, she didn't realise how much of the basics they needed to learn.

They could read and write very simple things, but the place they grew up had very limited education at best, and Ezra practically never showed up because they hated it.

Once in a safer and more nurturing environment where they could think more clearly and not be in survival mode constantly, they found a passion for learning and became particularly interested in history and and the arts.

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baby dóttir.........

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a funny thing about being someone who runs out of energy to draw quickly and forgets about drawings I haven't finished is that I'm too tired to draw more so this will likely stay out of context with Ezra looking very judgemental at a baby