#oc: ezra berry

[the-witching-ash]

The Extended Berry-Adams family

Just realized I’ve never actually properly introduced the Berry-Addams family so here’s that post

Shoutout to @randomestfandoms-ocs for listening to so many rambles and helping world build!

Alma Berry

Ashley Tisdale

Hiram Berry’s much younger little sister

Ezra’s twin (she’s the older one and will correct if anyone assumes he is.)

Former Cheerio Captain during her time at Mickenly, actual legend amongst the cheerleaders

Went to Lima University, currently a therapist

Was briefly Terri Shuester’s therapist

In the Status Quo universe, Alma is Elliot Berry’s biological mother, she got pregnant her freshman year of college, father wasn’t involved, she asked Hiram and Leroy to adopt him to give them both a better chance at life.

While in College, had her Lesbian Awakening™️

Also in Status Quo, her endgame is Tiffany Fabrey, whom she meets through their local community theater.

Ezra Berry

Lucas Gabreel

Alma’s younger twin

Bisexual

Also former Cheerio

Went to Ohio University, is currently a divorce lawyer.

Sue actually calls in a favor and gets him to be Bieste’s lawyer when they leave Cooter

Met Simone while in college, poly shinanigans happened, very committed boyfriend.

Moves back to Lima with Corbin & Simone after season one

Corbin Addams

Corbin Bleu (literally just was lazy when I named him)

Unique Adam’s biological uncle

Owns a dance studio in Akron, most of Vocal Adrenaline took lessons from him before they started high school and then went on to join the choir.

Originally from Akron but his parents didn’t want to deal with him, shipped him off to Dalton for high school

Met Simone because she’s a former Crawford girl

In the What I’ve Been Looking For/Being Alive verse, he’s Mona Addam’s father.

Ezra’s boyfriend/Simone’s Husband

Idk what he does when his family moves to Lima he’s just vibing but he’s also not commuting ~ two and a half hours ~ to work every day.

Simone Adams

Monique Colman

Former Crawford County student

Crazy smart

In season one she’s recently gotten hired as Principal of Carmel

Actually hates how Carmel has been letting VA work and wants to change so much of it so it’s less intense and the kids can actually focus on school outside of show choir

Simone is struggling she’s under so much pressure from the booster club and the parents to not be the reason VA potentially looses their shot at their fourth consecutive nationals

Simone is watching the rehearsal Rachel sneaks into to see Shelby and absolutely flips her shit once she finds out she’s her *niece’s* biological mother. (Seriously Shelby’s lucky she can’t actually leave until at least after Nationals because of her contract or she’d be dead.)

Quits Carmel after season one at Covina and Ezra’s encouragement because she really was going through it, moves the family to Lima.

Starts teaching at Mickenly in season two, got at job teaching English lit because she had the degree and credentials, becomes principal after Sue resigns.

Doesn’t tolerate the slushies and gets them banned.

Mona’s biological mother.

Mona Addams

Dara Reneé

The Girl The Myth The Legend

In What I’ve Been Looking For/Being Alive, she’s Simone and Corbin’s biological daughter

Wants to Be on Broadway, will do anything to get there. (Rachel hates this)

Andrew Berry’s actual favorite (honorary) cousin, she’s his true little sister, #1 hype man and he’s always advocating for Shue to give her chances to preform.

Season 2 freshman, baby of the original glee club.

Simone and Corbin immediately found the local NYADA mixer, she’s besties with Harmony when they’re not competing for local theater roles.

Sue recruited her for the cheerios before she even started her first day of high school.

Eventually has her own OT3 with Marley and Jake. (Season five is very au Bree is off in the void.)

Unique’s cousin & personal cheerleader, can and will fight anyone who’s transphobic towards Unique, but also very disappointed in the cat fishing she does.

[antsyandpantsy]

hi guys hi guyws hig uys

heres some silly ezra (3) and berry (8) doods

some headcanons below if u wanna read (which explain the drawings a lil)

So I like to think that Berry (8) stayed with Marina and Pearl for a little while, but after a while, Ezra (3) decided it would be better for Berry to stay at their apartment as it's pretty modest, and they're the only ones living there.

After they got Berry settled in, they decided to take her out to explore more of Inkopolis. They went to shops, parks, pretty much anywhere Ezra could think of. They didn't want to admit it at the time, but they really loved seeing Berry's reaction to each and every little thing they saw.

After it started to get dark, Ezra wanted to take Berry somewhere to see the stars. Dunno where that would be, maybe a balcony or some secluded area farther from Inkopolis.

Berry had the time of her life, and after Ezra showed her the stars, even showing her some constellations, she hugged them as a way of saying thanks.

Berry's love language is touch. She talks a lot through touch, especially when she isn't fluent in Inklish.

Ezra felt very guilty during this time. Their guilt is one of the reasons why they decided to take Berry around the city and offer their apartment to Berry. It takes them a WHILE to get through this guilt, even once they get into a relationship.

I'm still thinking of this, but I'm thinking Berry got her name with the help of Marina and Pearl (but also, the romantic and silly part of me wants it to be with the help of Ezra... idk teehee)

EZRA BINDS WITH TRANS TAPE TEEHEE. They get top surgery... I think... maybe

Also, those lines on their stomach are sh scars. Teehee!!!

This is so long I'm sorry lmao

Also, excuse any typos I'm too lazy to fix any of them

[fromtheberrybush]

Warmth

The story of Berry leaving his family at 16.

tw for: implied homophobia/transphobia, hallucinations, implied neglect (idk if there is more)

Being 16 was hard for anyone, that was a well known fact. But for a young transmasc person with overbearing parents, and ignored mental illness trying to teach his little sibling things while also fighting for what little freedom he can get?

Berry was trying faer best. Berry, with a dull expression, sleep deprived eyes, choppy box dyed black hair and a few piercings that were bound to get infected starting to pop up on faer face, was at faer limit.

He stood over his parents, watching their sleeping faces. Fae could remember a time of tenderness, looking at the peaceful expressions.

It could be the hallucinations, but he swore he could see their faces twist into the warm smiles fae remembers from faer childhood.

But it was their fault he was leaving. Berry wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for them.

He wouldn't, fae wouldn't, he wouldn't.

He wouldn't leave faer sibling, fae wouldn't feel the guilt.

Fae touched their foreheads, his own head being flooded with memories of them- of himself.

The first time his father held him, when they taught faer how to ride a bike, when they let him run the bonfires in the backyard.

And when things when wrong. When he fucked them up.

He felt the disappointment and the feeling of failure that faer own parent felt when fae came out. He felt the coldness that followed, the sympathy.

When the memories were done flooding faer mind, and everything was left cold, fae could feel something wet on his cheeks and the accelerated breathing in his chest.

Fae traveled down to faer brother's room. It was the room you would expect from a 12-13 year old kid.

He looked at the kid, smiling softly in a way that was very rarely seen by anyone in his life. Fae dreaded what fae had to do.

He leaned out, gently moving the hair out of the kid's face and lowering faerself to place a soft kiss on their forehead.

A warmth spread through the kid, behind their eyes. It wasn't the same searing heat that typically devoured the victims of 451.

It was the warmth if a campfire on a warm night, much like the ones Berry used to start for them to roast marshmallows over. It was the warmth of a fireplace on a cold night while the two siblings shared stories to tempt each other to sleep.

It was the warmth of love, unconditional and soft.

Berry was gone the next day, from their memories, from their lives.

They noticed nothing different, but the kid- they noticed that they somehow felt colder, with no memory of the warmth that they were missing.

//aaaa okay this was written rlly quickly so sorry for typos or whatever else.

The gender of the little sibling is purposefully left up to interpretation in case someone wants to make an oc for them/has an oc/ if i want to make the acct later

tags for some ppl who may be interested

@respiratory-kristem @doakarma @onlyifheisthere @ezra-dark-shadow @fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency @oscarsgallery

[nightmarefuele]

muse directory.

primaries in big. repression is a huge theme on this blog. smut happens (usually in gruesome ways), but don't expect it.

Dune, Star Wars, general gritty sci-fi;

na-Baron Feyd-Rautha ; austin butler ; draws 98% from the '24 film. Verosha Aniseya ; amandla stenberg Qimir | The Stranger ; manny jacinto ; might feature a knight verse in addition to some canon Ren (of 'the' Ren) ; adam driver ; a heavily divergent/'oc-ified', post(usually)-snoke, visceral horror, gritty lean from star wars' kylo ren. Shin Hati ; ivanna sakhno ; ahsoka. Kylo Ren ; adam driver ; as close to kylo 'canon' as i'm capable of writing, but solely draws from tfa characterization. Mae-ho Aniseya ; amandla stenberg Paul-Muad'Dib Atreides ; timothee chalamet ; leans on the book(+ messiah) from time to time. Lady Margot Fenring ; léa seydoux. Officer KD6-3.7 ; ryan gosling ; blade runner 2049 . Ezra ; pedro pascal ; prospect (2018). Cee ; sophie thatcher ; prospect (2018).

HotD;

Melisande Shahrizai ; oc-ified character lifted from the kushiel's series; testing ; some amalgamized version of saffron vadher with myriem boukadida's vogue covers Aegon II Targaryen ; tom glynn-carney Alicent Hightower ; olivia cooke Aemond Targaryen ; ewan mitchell Rhaena Targaryen ; phoebe campbell Jacaerys Velaryon ; harry collett Addam di Hull ; clinton liberty Rhaenyra Targaryen ; milly alcock, emma d'arcy Mysaria ; sonoya mizuno Helaena Targaryen ; hunter schafer (slightly different interpretation), phia sabban Oscar Tully ; archie barnes Alys Rivers ; gayle rankin, katie mcgrath Baela Targaryen ; bethany antonia

villains, antiheroes;

John Constantine ; keanu reeves Loki Laufeyson ; tom hiddleston ; fuck u i don't consider post-tdw canon. ciao Jonathan Crane ; cillian murphy ; selective muse, likely won't be writing him within gotham just for the sake of gotham. want to explore him thru different subjects and lenses.

bleak, flexible, modern;

Shelly Webster ; fka twigs ; the crow (2024). Lisa Nova ; rosa salazar ; brand new cherry flavor.Code ; manny jacinto ; brand new cherry flavor. Elliot Alderson ; rami malek ; mr. robot. Phillip Price ; michael cristofer ; mr. robot. Leon ; joey bada$$ ; mr. robot. Lisbeth Salander ; rooney mara ; the girl with the dragon tattoo (2011) . Berry Rydell ; young josh hartnett ; freelance private security officer from william gibson's virtual light trilogy, based in retrofuturist nocal and socal. just a guy doing his own thing and getting caught up, routinely, somehow, in the national (but very top-secret) dickfight over some expensive glasses. + virtual reality, or whatever. Control (John Rodriguez) ; bob morley ; based on authority by jeff vandermeer, and annihilation, book and film, exploring hypnosis/mind control and consequent distrust, or outright paranoia. operates at the branch-end of a highly bureaucratic and mysterious organization. eventually ends up at Southern Reach, "...a secret agency that manages expeditions into a place known as Area X, an uninhabited and abandoned coastal area of an unnamed country which nature is gradually reclaiming." 'nature', in this context, being a cute/tame word. refers to his guns as 'gramps', 'grandpa', 'grandpap', etc. 6" tall, impassive. Tangerine ; aaron taylor-johnson ; bullet train . Colin Laney ; tbd. ; has a talent for identifying nodal points. Kid ; dev patel ; monkey man. Benny Cross ; austin butler ; the bikeriders ; characters like these are cute. i basically get to make them ocs.

apocalypse;

Joel Miller ; pedro pascal . Imperator Furiosa ; anya taylor-joy. (alyla browne.) Dr. Dementus ; chris hemsworth. Max Rockatansky ; tom hardy..

cyberpunk, modern sci-fi;

Connor (the Android Sent by Cyberlife) ; bryan dechart. Takeshi Kovacs ; joel kinnaman . Jesper Fahey ; kit young . Kaz Brekker ; freddy carter . Yennefer of Vengerberg ; anya chalotra .

cartoon;

Blitzø ; helluva boss Azula ; atla Silco ; arcane Jinx ; arcane Zuko ; atla

aus are fun. hit me with em or forever hold your peace.

ocs, always subject to adapt and update on a thread-to-thread basis;

Viggo Hurskainen ; firstname aliases include vil, nils, lars ; bill skarsgård ; 'soft' but also murdery. deranged and confused. will break away just as erratically as tag along. backdrops include scandinavian/russian/german mafia, interdimensional southern cthulhian gothic, (vampire) cult, serial killer bullshit, et al. sometimes works as 'housekeeping/cleanup crew.' (for assassinations.) (sometimes is the assassin/ation. or spy.) Oeznik Ambroicz ; cillian murphy ; loosely based on a character from an original script. flexible iterations. director of an institute/facility (sometimes agency, depending on setting and historical values) that focuses on exploring the residual elements that paranormal trauma leaves behind. these elements can be purely psychological, physical, combined, or, sometimes, paranormal themselves. in other iterations, to draw further on lovecraftian or cthulhu mythos elements, oeznik may lean more private investigator, or 'freelance', for his own mysterious and often unexplained purposes. focused and preoccupied when fixed securely inside his element; wary and suspicious when not. Nadya ; sara serraiocco, sara montpetit ; lab experiment turned a) runaway, b) interdimensional spy/assassin, c) something something time shenanigans. or simple modern ones. who the fuck knows. Dorian Yu ; christian yu ; tba. loosely based on christian yu's musical creations. relies either on psychological themes (wherein dorian is bipolar), for stories more grounded in realism, or the supernatural. heavily flexible, works into most (if not all) modern environments. can be taken a vaguely sci-fi or heavily cyberpunk route. (he's fun. smiley ball of energy and sunshine, or depressive and vaguely antagonistic shut-in.) prone to delusions, dissociation, and in severe instances, amnesia. Fifine ; anya taylor-joy ; random modern verse shenanigans. (the) Insomnium ; tbd. ; developed and hatched by a cult of space witches moreso than born. derived from an organically inorganic (or just inexplicable) substance. for tumblr purposes, blends the idea of dune's 'voice'. cult functions similarly on some levels to the b.g., but is entirely an unknown. stems from the same gritty, visceral horror environment and themes as the ren. (especially picky about where i throw this one.) space cultists tba.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Ash's Glee OC Masterlist

Glee OC Masterlist for @the-witching-ash (none of these ocs are mine, I only organized the list)

Name: Andrew Berry

Story: Being Alive

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Love Interest: Mercedes Jones

Pinterest: x

Name: Andrew Cartwright*

Story: To Being An Us

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Love Interest: Various

Pinterest: x

*a variation of Andrew Berry who exists in crossovers with @randomestfandoms-ocs' Colton Cartwright and a variety of their other ocs

Name: Andrew Cartwright*

Story: Everything Changes

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Love Interest: Kirsty Gilmore (@randomestfandoms-ocs)

Pinterest: x

*a variation of the standard To Being An Us Verse but combined with the Gilmore Girls Delicate crossover

Name: Adrien Beiste

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Timothée Chalamet

Love Interests: Elphie Jones & Mike Chang

Pinterest: x

Name: Alma Berry

Story: Multi

Faceclaim: Ashley Tisdale

Love Interest: N/A

Name: Annie Rose Schuester

Story: Nothing to Fear

Faceclaim: Zoe Colletti

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Aro Flores

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Frankie A. Rodriguez

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Billy Gilbert

Story: Being Alive

Faceclaim: Austin Abrams

Love Interest: N/A

Name: Brax Pierce

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Joe Serafini

Love Interest: Rory Flanagan

Pinterest: x

Name: Christopher Tibideaux

Story: Being Alive, Multi

Faceclaim: Nathan Mitchell

Love Interest: N/A

Name: Corbin Adams

Story: Multi

Face Claim: Corbin Bleu

Love Interest: Simone Adams & Ezra Berry

Name: Elliot Berry

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Larry Saperstein

Love Interest: Sugar Motta

Pinterest: x

Name: Elphie Jones

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Zendaya

Love Interest: Adrien Beiste & Mike Chang

Pinterest: x

Name: Ezra Berry

Story: Multi

Faceclaim: Lucas Grabeel

Love Interest: Corbin Adams & Simone Adams

Name: Faith Hudson

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Julia Lester

Pinterest: x

Name: George Beiste

Story: Free

Faceclaim: Joel Courtney

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Henry Schuester

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Tom Holland

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Lorelei Zisis

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Beanie Feldstein

Love Interest: Mike Chang

Pinterest: x

Name: Mary Tibideaux

Story: Being Alive

Faceclaim: Antonia Gentry

Love Interest: Billy Gilbert

Name: Mona Adams

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Dara Reneé

Love interest: Marley Rose & Jake Puckerman

Pinterest: x

Name: Rosalia Lopez

Story: N/A

Faceclaim: Rachel Zegler

Love Interest: Sam Evans

Pinterest: x

Name: Simone Adams

Story: Multi

Faceclaim: Monique Colman

Love Interest: Corbin Adams & Ezra Berry

[dismantledreggie]

Muses

My list of OC and fandom muses. FC’s are also listed! Please note that ALL characters I play are 18+. I will not RP as a minor and I will not RP with minors. Thank you and welcome to my blog! 

OC’s

Stella Blackwell (Olivia Holt or Jennifer Lawrence FC)

Dario Spinelli (Dave Franco FC)

Anthony Marshall (Jonathan Groff FC)

Murphy Boyd (Cody Christian FC)

Carson Pickens (Danai Gurira FC)

Chad Boyd (Brant Daugherty FC)

Derion Barnes (Daveed Diggs FC)

Annabelle Lehr (Tori Kelly FC)

Evelyn St. Regis (Samantha Barks FC)

Mallory Boyd (Megan Fox or Julia Voth FC)

Nathan McCall (Michael Arden FC)

FANDOMS

SCREAM (Movie/TV Franchise)

Gale Weathers (Courtney Cox FC, open to others)

Dewey Riley (David Arquette FC, open to others)

Kirby Reed (Hayden Panettiere FC)

Chad Meeks-Martin (Mason Gooding FC)

Randy Meeks (Jamie Kennedy FC, open to others)

Brooke Maddox (Carlson Young FC

Kieran Wilcox (Amadeus Serafini FC)

Eli Hudson (Sean Grandillo FC)

**This is all pending on if the legacy characters are being played currently or in the past. If it is the past, I would probably be more inclined to use a younger/more current FC at the age we decide to play them if it is a redo plot.**

RIVERDALE

Archie Andrews (KJ Apa FC)

Reggie Mantle (Charles Melton FC)

Toni Topaz (Vanessa Morgan FC)

Cheryl Blossom (Madelaine Petsch FC)

Moose Mason (Cody Kearsley FC)

ONE TREE HILL

Peyton Sawyer (Hilarie Burton-Morgan FC)

Chris Keller (FC up in the air)

Julian Baker (Austin Nichols FC)

ALL AMERICAN

Jordan Baker (Michael Evans Behling FC)

Spencer James (Daniel Ezra FC)

Asher Adams (Cody Christian FC)

Coop “Tamia Cooper” (Bre-Z FC)

Patience Robinson (Chelsea Tavares FC)

THE HUNGER GAMES

Katniss Everdeen (Jennifer Lawrence FC, also open to others)

Finnick Odair (Sam Claflin FC, also open to others)

Joanna Mason (Jenna Malone FC, open to others)

GLEE

Santana Lopez (Christian Serratos FC)

Sebastian Smythe (Grant Gustin FC)

Ryder Lynn (FC up in the air)

Jesse St. James (Jonathan Groff FC)

Rachel Berry (Gal Gadot FC)

Elliott Gilbert (Adam Lambert FC)

Dani Harper (Demi Lovato FC)

THE WALKING DEAD

Michonne (Danai Gurira FC)

Rick (Andrew Lincoln FC)

Andrea (Elizabeth Mitchell FC)

Negan (Jeffrey Dean Morgan FC)

Lucille  (Hilarie Burton FC)

FIRST KILL

Juliette Fairmont (Sarah Catherine Hook FC)

Calliope Burns (Imani Lewis FC)

PRETTY LITTLE LIARS

Alison DiLaurentis (Sasha Pieterse FC)

Spencer Hastings (Troian Bellisario FC)

Mona Vanderwaal (Janel Parish FC)

Emily Fields (Shay Mitchell FC)

[coxinhadoce47-art]

Clothes! ----- Roupas!

[blackmonitor]

Masterlist - Fanfiction Illustration

Fanfiction Illustration

Forever_42

Thrawn x OC  // Vun’kebah

Thrawn x OC // Miithrawn

Owl_Party

Thrawn and Eli - Memory // A Measure of Worth

Thrawn eating a purrgil steak // A Measure of Worth

Doodle Eli eating space berries // A Measure of Worth

Chapter 36: Homecoming // A Measure of Worth

Evilmouse

Thrawn // Interpreter

Thrawn and Pryce // Dis Manibus

Thrawn and Pryce // Kinetic Countermeasures

Thrawn and Pryce // Failure To Communicate

Thrawn and Pryce at the Dance auction // The Annual Stormtrooper Relief Fund Ball

Integration Thryce //  Infectious

Bad news for Thrawn // Infectious

Pryce in Thrawn’s hands // Infectious

Thrawn in binders //  Finding Release

Sabine and Thrawn // Martial art’s

KFC (Thrawnbine) // Martial art’s

Dreamy Thrawn // Off Duty

Thrawn and Pryce - The Art of Disguise

Seta’s sketch // Conflicting Aesthetics chapter 3

Thrawn in Seta’s studio // Conflicting Aesthetics chapter 2

Datacream, RentorSunrise (sunRaven05)

Showering Feral Thrawn - Cultural Exchange 

Hobbitofhobbiton Bullseye

Cyber_Glitch

Ezra and Eli // Rebels and Deserters

Own Fanfiction - inner_voice

Thrawn and Pryce // A Lack of Doubt

[sweet-dreams-internal-screams]

My Request Page!!!

*=ask in inbox for more info

❤️=fluff ❤️‍🔥=angst 💞=Smut ⚠️=sensitive topics

What I write for:

Cobra Kai: Miguel, Hawk, Tory, Sam, Demetri, Moon, Yasmine, Aisha Robby, Young Johnny and Daniel and Piper

Wednesday: Wednesday, Xavier, Enid, Ajax, Tyler, Bianca, Lucas, Young Gomez and Morticia

FearStreet: 94-Deena, Sam, Kate, Simon, Josh, Heather, 78-Ziggy, Cindy, Shelia, Nick, Alice, Kurt, Tommy, Arnie, 66-Sarah Fier, Hannah Miller, Abigail, Lizzie, Issac, Ruby Lane,

CAOS: Sabrina, Roz, Theo, Dorcas, Agatha, Prudence, Ambrose, Nick, Harvey, Callahan

MBAV:Rory, Ethan, Benny, Sarah, Erica

Superheros:Spider-Man/Peter Parker 1, 2, 3, Miles Morales, Berry Allen/The Flash, Kara Danvers/Supergirl, iris west Allen,Kate bishop, Maximoff twins, killer frost, Yelena Belova, Natasha Romonoff, etc*

Marauders: Sirius, Remus, Mary, Peter, James, Marlene, Lily, Dorcas, Regulus, Alice, Frank

Teen wolf: Scott, Boyd, Issac, Erica, Malia, Kira, Stiles, Theo, Liam, Lydia, Allison, Derek

Boy Meets World: Cory, Topanga, Shawn, Eric, Angela, Jack

Jennifer’s Body: Needy, Jennifer, Colin, Chip

Pretty Little Liars(the perfectionist. Original Sin): Allison, Spencer, Emily, Hanna, Caleb, Toby Aria, Ezra*, Mona, Jason, Imogen, Mouse, Faren, Kelly, Noa, Tabby

Twilight: Bella, Edward, Jacob, Alice, Rosalie, Carlisle, Emmett, Seth don’t even THINK about asking for jasper the confederate

Everything Sucks!: Oliver, Emmiline, Kate, Luke, Tyler, McQuaid

Stranger Things: El, Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Will, Eddie*****, Chrissy, Max, Johnathan, Joyce, Hopper, Argyle, Vickie,

Scream: just ask for a character there’s too many

No OCs

You can request any, body type, gender, sex or race? Idk about this one that much

No song lyric fics for the love of all things high and mighty the closest you’re getting is the name of a song

I can do insecurities and stuff

I will not write about SA (I don’t feel comfortable with that)

I won’t write for real ppl only characters!

That’s it happy requesting?!

Deadass will NOT do The Black Phone that’s weird😟

[85-rend]

WHATS ALL UR BUGFABLES OC'S FAV FOODS GO

For the ones I've already said! Ezra likes sweet dew, Mabel likes berry jam (specifically on bread she doesn't just eat the jam), Soup likes honey pancakes, Hawthorn likes succulent cookies, Cerci likes leaf omelets, Jasper likes aphid shakes, Ruby likes spicy candy, and Ellie likes squash tart

And the ones I missed last time! Cici likes glazed honey, Jester likes mushroom gummies, Salad likes ice cream, Anthi likes sweet pudding, Valentine likes any kind of meat (its more common where they live but also they are messed up and evil), the rest (Kari, her dads, Dust, and Croissant) dont have any favorite and will eat just about anything

[the-witching-ash]

Glee Headers E-S

Elphie Jones

Ezra Berry - Multi

Faith Hudson - Stick To The Status Quo (Same verse as Elliot Berry.)

George Bieste - Free

Henry Schuester//Henry Lockwood - Start of Something New

Lorelei Zisis - Don’t Rain On My Parade

Mary Tibideaux - Being Alive, Multi

Mona Adams - Being Alive, 3 (seasons 4-6 pov), multi

Rosalia Lopez

Simone Adams - multi

[antsyandpantsy]

Agent Oc Masterpost!

I don't really talk a lot about my agent oc lore or what they're like so I thought it would be a good idea to make a big main post about it. I also made new refs for artfight so it's also an excuse to post them

Here are places you can find lore! Toyhouse (wip, will put more info there with time!)

Character doc (wip but has most lore on there) <- this will give u the most info about all of them!!!

Here are all of my agents!:

All of them either already have tags or will get a new one (the new one just applies to Lave which used to be Knox, and probably Marlo)

[miraclesabound]

Writer Wednesday - Prelude

Summary: Ezra and Daniella Vane have to take in their niece after Damon dies in the field. Luckily, they’re the Borrowers at a particularly cozy cabin.

Pairings and Characters: Borrowers!Ezra/OC (Damon’s cousin), Borrower!Cee, Borrower!Two

Notes: I mentioned an idea for a Borrowers AU to @writeforfandoms​ ages ago, and I realized this would be a perfect way to kick it off. If people are interested in further items, please let me know! I’m going to need to reformat my tag list soon anyway. This version of the AU is based on “The Secret World of Arrietty” by Studio Ghibli.

Warnings: Death from a bird attack, significant peril. It’s a dangerous world when the adults of the family are only five inches tall.

Current part O Next part

Tags:  @autumnleaves1991-blog,  @direnightshade, @glassbxttless,  @clydesducktape,  @daydreamsofren, @finn-ray-nal-beads, @morby,  @candycanes19,  @desiraypark, @trelaney, @formerly-anonhamster, @thepilotanon, @mariesackler, @sacklerscumrag, @clumsycopy, @contesa-lui-alucard, @millenialcatlady, @jynzandtonic, @clydesfavoritegirl, @sacklersdoll, @barbers-glimmerin-darlin, @roanniom, @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather, @hopeamarsu, @tropicalchiaa, @cinewhore, @auty-ren, @mazeltovcocktail555, @foxilayde, @signorinapsicologia,  @flightlessangelwings, @leatherboundriot, @caillea, @darklingveracruz​

Ezra and Daniella Vane knew they had told Two he could visit any time, but they were still caught off guard when they heard him knock on their door late one foggy autumn afternoon. As Borrower dwellings went, theirs wasn’t easy to get to. They lived in the eaves near the chimney and weather vane of an old cabin - any visitors had to take a hidden internal staircase to get to their door. What could possibly be so important that Two hadn’t sent word ahead?

Ezra was the one to open the door to the taller Borrower. “Two, it’s nearing sunset, what’s happened? I - Oh.”

Daniella heard the slight shock in her husband’s voice, and got up from her chair, her long black braided hair swinging behind her. “Ezra, is something wrong?”

“Our compatriot isn’t alone, my love,” Ezra called back. “Will you start some tea?” He stood out of Two’s way, and Two came through the door. The taller man was carrying a young blonde Borrower who couldn’t have been more than fourteen years old. Ezra would have offered to help, but with his right arm gone, he knew he wouldn’t be able to carry the girl’s weight.

Daniella had no such concern, and after she put the kettle on, she helped Two put the girl down on a couch. The teenager was conscious, but obviously exhausted. Ezra locked the door behind him, and tapped the young stranger on her shoulder. “Do you have a name, birdie?”

The girl looked at him in confusion. “Uncle Ezra, it’s me, Cee...”

The recognition hit both Ezra and Daniella, and Daniella pulled Cee into a hug, crowding the slender girl with her own thick frame. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry, we haven’t seen you since you were five! Goodness, you’ve grown so much...” She looked around, but saw no sign of her cousin, Cee’s father. “Sweetie...where is Damon?”

Cee started crying, and the grown-ups decided to hold the question until after she had gotten some food and sleep. The story came out the next morning, and it was worse than the Vanes had feared. Two had heard this already, so he set out immediately after breakfast.

“It was a run we’d made a hundred times,” Cee said. “We were low on food, so we left our burrow to go get some berries and nuts. Dad had always said to me to be extra careful, but this time he didn’t take his own advice.” She shook her head. “I don’t know why he was so interested in digging for gems all of a sudden; he’d always told me that with where we live, the birds will catch sight of anything shiny and attack.”

“That’s true,” Ezra said. “It’s why I gave up “wild” borrowing before you were born. Human beans at least share our language - birds and other such beasts are incommunicable.” He pointed to his empty sleeve. “You can imagine how I found that out.” And frankly, he thought to himself, I don’t know what Damon was thinking doing wild work while he still had Cee to take care of. The gem fever must have really taken him.

Cee shuddered. “He seemed possessed - and he was muttering something about “no more burrow” as he dug. I saw the bird diving and tried to warn him, but it was too late.” Her eyes welled up with tears again. “There wasn’t anything left of him to bury...”

Daniella pulled her niece into her arms and rubbed soothing circles into her back. “You did the right thing coming here, sweetie - but you must have been walking for days.”

“I did,” Cee said. “Dad had always told me that if something happened to him, I needed to take a hundred thousand steps to the west, and I would get here. I lost count after three cycles - thankfully, Two found me. He carried me all the way across the lawn from the forest edge and up the stairs.”

“Someone remind me to borrow a bit of tobacco and sugar to repay Two for his efforts,” Ezra said, and Daniella nodded. He squeezed Cee’s shoulder. “When you’re feeling better, I want to take you on a tour of this house - and also, I want you to meet the human bean who lives here.”

Cee stared at Ezra as if he’d just grown his arm back. “Meet?? I thought we were never supposed to actually be seen by beans!”

“He’s different,” Daniella explained. “He’s never bothered us, and I think he likes the company, living out here alone. His name is Din.”

[bittercoldbrew]

Well, geeze, this got outta hand... I blame @silverwolf319​ for being so kind and encouraging and joining me in the little spoon!Ezra club even though he’s technically a big spoon in this one, but I think it still qualifies. Thank you, darling 💕

In theory this is a follow-up to my earlier Ezra/OC oneshot (which is, in theory, a follow-up to my finished story, To Build Something New), but I think they can be read independently, or in any order you please. Here we’ve got about 5k words of just the softest fluff I think I’ve ever written, Cee and Ezra and his unnamed partner with she/her pronouns, building a blanket fort together when the rain keeps them all up at night. This briefly gets a teensy bit saucier than the other one did, so I’m asking to keep this one 18+ only, please and thanks, friends. No other warnings, just an absurd amount of established relationship sweetness here. Enjoy!

Most nights, she loves the skylight above their bed, loves the view of the vast and glorious expanse of space beyond the meager atmosphere of this dwarf planet that has become so dear to her—loves, too, the occasional brush of willowy branches against the glass from the big tree outside, when the wind is up. After so very many years spent floating through the galaxy aboard slingbacks and freighters, she needs this glimpse of the heavens just as much as she needs the reminder of the solid ground beneath her feet. Even now, more than two years spent as a resident of Aphelia, she still has horrid dreams of hull breaches and micrometeoroids and hairline cracks, and often it helps to wake and watch for lazy clouds drifting by or those familiar leaves or the rare nightbird, proof that there is a sky here, hugging her close to the crust of the planet she’s made her own and promising to never let her be sucked out into the void.

Tonight, however, and the storm it has brought, offer far more proof than she would ever need. The wind howls; branches thrash and snap into the air; rain pelts harsh rhythms against the glass; and the sky is so full up with clouds that she can’t find a single soothing glimmer of any stars beyond.

The man in bed beside her, with his steady breaths and radiant warmth, the gentle weight of his arm across her belly, should be more than comfort enough. Ezra is not often an easy sleeper, but he can be a deep one under the right circumstances, and if she were a sensible woman she'd cuddle up against his chest and let the sweet thrumming of his tender heart lull her back to sleep.

She puts on a good show, she'll admit; but she is not often as sensible as people seem to believe.

Feeling guilty, yet restless, she creeps out from under his loose hold and to the edge of the bed. Light flashes overhead, followed closely by a deep groan of thunder, and she freezes halfway to her feet and glances over her shoulder to make sure it hasn’t woken him. But no, his eyes are still closed, those pretty dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, though a slight frown now creases his brow. He buries his face deeper into the pillow with a soft grumble, and she releases her held breath and stands and creeps around the bed and out into the hall—taking one of the spare blankets with her, of course.

She has some vague thoughts of decaffeinated tea and chocolate bars, maybe a dip into that carton of ripe berries in the refrigeration unit if Ezra hasn’t eaten them all by now, but her weary feet can’t seem to carry her that long way to the kitchen and she all but collapses onto the couch, instead. Ridiculous, she thinks, that she can feel this exhausted and this wired simultaneously. There’s been a stomach bug getting passed around at work, one she’s somehow managed to dodge thus far—both a blessing and a curse, because it’s meant that she’s been picking up extra shifts left and right. Tomorrow—technically today, she confirms after a quick glance at the time—is supposed to be her first day off in a tenday and a half, and she’s been so looking forward to finally having time to unwind and spend with her little family. Given the way her pulse keeps jumping with every crash of lightning and rattle of windows, she’s going to spend the day catching up on lost sleep, instead.

Cursing herself, her anxiety, and the weather—not necessarily in that order—she curls up against the arm of the couch and tucks the blanket under her chin, contents herself to a night spent merely hoping for sleep to come.

The storm is...beautiful, she has to admit, viewed through the front room’s wide windows. Dark as it is, there’s enough sheet lightning to paint the sky in grayish purples and greens, and the ribbons of rain seem to dance in the wind. They do have a DTV in here, but the signal isn’t great even on the clearest of days, and the serials streaming in the overnight public blocks are nothing but trash. The storm, for all its insolence, is likely to be far more entertaining.

She loses track of how long she sits there, knees pulled up to her chest, head resting against the back of the couch, until she hears the low rasp of her name and turns to find Ezra shuffling into the room. His hair is mussed, his chest bare, patched and tattered sleep pants riding tantalizingly low on lean hips; but his eyes are only half-open, hand and attention occupied as he hitches his prosthesis up over the liner that insulates his limb remnant, and seals it into place. There’s a soft hiss, and then a gentle whirr as the delicate machinery twitches synthetic finger and wrist and elbow joints, cycling through its startup flexibility test.

While it’s busy, Ezra rests his left arm on the back of the couch, and leans over to place a slow and sleepy kiss to her lips. “Hey, you,” he sighs.

“Hey, you,” she answers, mouth spreading up into a smile as she lifts a hand to smooth along his jaw. “I’m sorry; did I wake you?”

“Nah, the storm did,” he tells her, and though he’s not the sort of man to lie to her, she’s not entirely sure she believes him. “Mind if I sit with you a while?”

“I’d love that.” Kevva only knows why they’re whispering, with the storm crashing so loudly around them, but it feels right, here in the dark—especially when he comes around and settles in close beside her. She unwinds the blanket and drapes it over them both, and he wraps his arms around her and pulls her into his warmth. He smells a bit like derma-cream, but she’s grown so accustomed to the tangy blend of menthol and citrus that it mostly just smells like home, and she all but melts into him.

“How long you been awake, starlight?” he asks, keeping his voice low and gentle, and she sighs and shakes her head.

“Never fell asleep in the first place. I got up, oh...” She lifts her gaze, checking the time that floats into view, courtesy of her optical implant. “An hour ago, maybe?”

He squeezes her tight, and she can hear the frown in his voice as he asks, “Why didn’t you wake me?”

She kisses his shoulder—there’s a little cream there, too, and it makes her lips tingle for a brief moment. “You were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t wanna interrupt.”

He huffs, dipping his head to meet her eyes. “You know you’re more important, babygirl. Besides...” he trails off, lifting an unsubtle eyebrow, “you know how much I love sendin’ you to sleep.”

She snorts a laugh, shakes her head. “You’re a selfless man.”

“I’m just eager to help,” he says, grinning, and she laughs again.

“You’re eager for something, I’ll grant you that.” The grin broadens, his cheek dimpling, and she considers the offer. It’s tempting, that’s for sure—she’s been working so much, hasn’t had much time or energy to indulge in the pleasure he’s always so willing to give her. She’s missed him, missed the sweet words that fall from his lips as he comes undone for her, missed the way he fills her just right, as though his body was made for hers, and hers for his.

But the idea of just the walk from the couch to the bedroom seems a little insurmountable right now, even for such a delectable reward. She doesn’t think her body can get any more exhausted than it already is, with or without his best efforts, and sleep hasn’t blessed her yet; and he’d put his arm on which means he’d expected to be awake for a while, hadn’t really planned on taking her back to bed so soon. With a sigh, she tucks her face into the crook of his neck, and shakes her head softly. “Thank you...but I think I’d just like to listen to the rain a little longer.”

He nods, hugging her close and resting his cheek against her hair. “That sounds just fine to me.”

Ezra gives her so many reasons to love him, and this is no exception—how willing he is to set aside his own desires for hers, how he always seems to know when she wants to be wooed and persuaded into bed versus when she just wants to be close to him without interference, even of the pleasurable kind.

She’s never been as skilled with words as he is, has no idea how to really verbalize such a feeling, but she breathes against his neck, “I love you so much, Ez,” and hopes it might suffice, for now.

He rubs her back, presses a kiss to the top of her head, murmurs, “I love you too, baby,” into her hair, his soft voice full of so much tenderness that she thinks he understands everything she’s ever left unsaid.

A boom of thunder splits the night, so close it seems to happen before the blinding flash, and they both jump. Ezra pulls away, squeezes her shoulder. “I’m gonna...go check that out,” he tells her, and she nods as he heaves himself to his feet and crosses the room to peer through the window.

She twists around to try and watch as he moves away from the glass and heads into the kitchen, beyond her view. An instant later, she hears the back door slide open, a strong draft and sharp whistle of wind blowing into the house before it closes again. “Ezra?” she calls, but there’s no response, so she assumes he’s gone outside to investigate, and waits with bated breath for him to return.

A minute later, he does, with another rush of wind; then he comes striding back around the corner, rubbing at his wet hair with a dish towel and looking far more awake and alert than he had before. “Looks like there’s a tree down in the back,” he announces, shaking his head. “Not one of ours, though, and I didn’t see a lick of flame. Too wet out there, I reckon.”

She puffs out a breath, and nods her head. “That’s a relief.”

“Mm-hm,” he agrees, dragging the towel over his face and down his neck and across his broad, glistening chest. Her hands suddenly itch to grab the towel from him and finish the job herself (possibly with her tongue, perhaps, fuck the towel, why do they even have towels?), the sight of him enough to cause her mind and libido to make a stark course correction from where she’d just said she wanted this night to lead, and she opens her mouth to make those intentions clear.

Before she can, another voice speaks up. “Did you guys hear that?”

Twisting back the other way, she turns and spots Cee stepping into the room, one hand rubbing at her tired eyes, the other holding her beloved plush Puzu doll against her stomach. “Aww, not you, too,” she calls, propping her chin on the back of the couch and offering the girl a sympathetic smile.

“We didn’t wake you, did we, little bird?” Ezra asks, slinging the towel over his shoulder with a sheepish expression on his face.

“Pretty sure it was the sky exploding that did it,” the teenager says dryly, shaking her head. “Planets are weird.”

“They are indeed,” he agrees, glancing from his daughter to his partner with a broad grin. Of the three of them, she is the de facto expert on planets, having resided on one for the longest and most recent stretch of time—but that was almost twenty years ago, now, so she isn’t entirely convinced it should count.

Shaking her head, she hauls herself up off the couch and stretches her arms up above her head, feeling something pop along her spine. “Well,” she sighs, turning to face them with her hands on her hips. “Why don’t I make us some cocoa, then, before we lose power or something?”

They both seem thrilled by the prospect, and she makes her way into the kitchen with a smile, taking only a slight detour to trail her fingers along the cooled, damp skin of Ezra’s back as she passes him by. There will be opportunity enough, later, for her hands to have their fill of him. They might all end up sleeping the day away after this storm finally passes, so for now she’s going to make the most of this time to spend with them.

Her hot chocolate recipe, perfected over the course of many years of sleepless nights, has become something of a ritual now that she has these two beloved people to make it for; she falls into it without conscious thought, toasting cardamom pods and a cinnamon stick in the saucepan before adding milk, then chopping up a bar of the good chocolate to stir in once it’s warm enough. The storm still rages loudly, and she can only just make out the cadence and timbre of Cee’s and Ezra’s voices as they discuss something in the other room, and she lets the sounds wash over her as she grabs a foil-wrapped parcel of popcorn and sets it on the other burner to pop, marveling at how surreal yet mundane it feels, to have a family—something she’d never even dreamed of for herself, before she met these two.

She’s poking around in the pantry, checking to see if there are any other tasty treats to munch on, when the sound of heavy furniture creaking along the floor—and their resulting laughter—reaches her ears and makes her question all those warm and fuzzy feelings. She leans back, trying to catch sight of what’s going on over there, and calls, “What’re you two up to?”

“Nothin’!” Ezra answers, far too quickly for her comfort, and she frowns and takes a step that way.

But then Cee calls back, “It’s a surprise! No peeking!”

“Fine! Fine,” she mutters, shaking her head but turning back. She’s pretty sure, now, what they’re doing, but resolves not to interfere in the creative process unless they ask for it.

Besides, she has snacks to prepare.

She whips up a few peanut butter sandwiches, crusts on and sliced into triangles, in case anyone’s really hungry—they’ll make for a quick lunch tomorrow, if not—and grabs the last few handfuls of berries out of the fridge as well. Tossing one into her mouth, the sweet, sharp juice bursts along her tongue as she dumps the popcorn into a big bowl and pointedly ignores the sounds of bedroom doors opening and something heavy being dragged down the hall. She fills the kettle with water and heats that, too, just in case they do lose power tonight and someone decides they want tea or something before it comes back; with a couple towels draped on top, it should stay warm enough until morning.

The milk is ready, so she scoops out the spices and whisks in the chocolate and ladles up three mugs, then arranges them and all the food into one of the fruit crates Ez brings home from Kikur, and calls, “Can I come in yet?”

“Just—hang on a tick,” he grunts, and she can hear a bit of scuffling. Then, Cee’s voice, “Okay, it’s ready!”

Already smiling, she hefts up the crate and heads over to see what they’ve made of the front room.

The coffee table has disappeared entirely; the couch has been moved back against the wall, its seats and pillows removed to serve as cushions atop Cee’s mattress, relocated from her bedroom to the floor. The floor lamp was taken from its usual corner to stand at the foot of the mattress, and two big bedsheets have been clothespinned together and draped over its lampshade and tucked behind the back of the couch, forming a canopy to cover their heads while still giving them a view of the windows and the rain beyond.

Ezra has changed into a dry pair of sweatpants and one of the soft sweaters she tends to steal from his wardrobe when he’s away. He clicks on the lamp, bathing the space inside in a warm, cloth-dampened glow; then he takes a step back and surveys their work with his hands on his hips and a serious expression, as though it were something far more architecturally complex than a cozy blanket fort. “You know, I think this is our best one yet.”

She sets the crate down gently, careful not to spill anything, and crosses her arms with an appraising air. “You know, I think you might be right...” she says, nodding her head slowly. “We better get in it, just to be sure.”

Laughing, Cee tosses her stuffed animal inside and clambers in first. She follows after the girl, settling in among the soft cushions and warm blankets with a sigh, amazed at how well the lightweight sheets muffle the harsh noise of the raging storm.

Ezra doesn’t join them just yet, instead crouching down to investigate the contents of the crate. “What is all this, starlight?” he asks, lifting up and passing over the mugs of chocolate and bowl of popcorn. “You made us a feast.”

“Just some snacks, to tide us over. Hey, no, you give that to us,” she reprimands, seeing him prying open the carton of berries. “Don’t even think about it.”

The man is a berry-eating fiend, just inhales the things like some sort of confused anteater gone frugivore. If she takes her eyes off him for one second with that carton in his possession, they’ll all be gone before she and Cee ever get a chance.

Even with her staring him down, he pops three into his mouth at once; but then he does, begrudgingly, hand the rest over, so she allows this transgression and snatches them up and passes the carton into Cee’s hands for safekeeping.

“You’re so mean to me,” he grumbles, even as he rests the plate of sandwiches she made on top of the mattress and stuffs one wedge into his mouth, finally moving past the lamp and under the canopy to settle against the cushions beside her.

“You need to learn how to share,” she scolds, taking the bitten-off piece of sandwich from his mouth and biting into it herself.

“Ew, no,” Cee groans. “If you two are gonna be gross, you’ll be banished from the fort.”

"Sorry, boss," she tells her, genuinely chastened.

Ezra nods his head, settling his expression into something solemn. "She's harsh, but fair."

Then, in a flash, he snatches back the last corner of bread and peanut butter and shoves it in his mouth, shattering the moment and sending them all into fits of laughter, too giddy from the lateness of the hour and the lack of sleep and the spontaneity of finding themselves all huddled together like this to ever be able (or willing) to reign in their shared mirth.

They giggle and tease each other and snack, mouths going sticky with peanut butter and chocolate, fingertips smeared with butter and salt and berry juice, even as the wind howls and the rain beats down on the roof. Here, under their makeshift tent, the three of them are warm and content and safe, and she doesn’t think she’s ever been so happy to have found herself unable to fall asleep.

Cee is not often very physically affectionate, but she turns into a real cuddlebug when tired, and tonight is no exception. The older woman wraps her arms around the teenager’s shoulders and hugs her close, the Puzu plush tucked between them.

Beside her, Ezra tosses the last of the berries into his mouth and heaves a slow, satisfied sigh. “Did I ever tell you two about the time I met a ghost? Was a night just like this one.”

The girls look at each other, sharing matching dubious glances. “No, you haven’t,” Cee says, voice dry as bone. “And no, you definitely didn’t.”

“Swear it on my good arm!” he proclaims, laying his prosthetic hand over his heart, and it is utterly impossible to tell if the expression on his face is genuine or not. “Even know whose specter it was; I described his face to my crew after they found me, and one of the old timers said, ‘Why, that was Long Richard Johnson!’”

His captive audience squawk similar, wordless sounds of protest—she’s certain there’s never been such a man with such a name, let alone a spirit of the same.

But Ezra’s eyebrows shoot up with surprise, and he pushes himself up on his elbows to gape at them. “What? You never heard the legend of Ol’ Long Dick?”

“Stop,” Cee groans, tossing a handful of popcorn at his face, but he shakes his head, a grin spreading across his face as he really starts to delve into the role of storyteller.

“No, no, I’m not— This is not just a me thing, this an honest-to-Kevva prospector’s legend. He was one of the greats, the first independent contractor to ever set foot on the Green.”

“Uh-huh,” she says, still disbelieving, but resting her cheek atop Cee’s head to listen. With or without any kernel of truth, this is bound to be an interesting tale, at least.

“I mean it! He was the first to reject allegiance to any of the corps; and they let ‘im, too, because no one else, before or since, could suss out those gems like he could. He was a master of the Green Moon; they say he was the first to locate the Queen’s Lair, but he refused to mark it on any map or tell anyone where it was, knew the corps were too greedy and bloodthirsty to ever be trusted with such knowledge. They say he hired a private ship to sneak him out there without their purview, determined to harvest it all his own self, but there was some engine trouble and he never did make it. They say he’s buried up at the top of the Green’s highest peak, with a headstone that reads, ‘Here lies Long Dick Johnson, who earned every inch of his name’.”

“You’re a menace,” she gasps, pelting him with more popcorn, because she’d almost started believing him until that last bit.

But he only laughs and shakes his head, plucking popcorn out of his own hair and tossing it in his mouth. “I’m only relaying what I myself have been told, any deviations from the truth are someone else’s doing.”

“And this ‘ghost’ you saw?” Cee asks, making exaggerated air quotes with a skeptical look on her face.

“Ah, now, that is my tale to tell.” He leans in and props his chin in his hand, voice lowering to a whisper as he begins, “It was a night just like this one...”

He weaves a tapestry with his words, painting a picture for them of himself as a (somewhat) fresher-faced kip, new to the moon above Bakhroma, having contracted out his able body and his rundown ship to a crew of grizzled prospectors, in exchange for training on how to harvest the dazzling gems and a reasonable cut of their earnings. All had gone accordingly, until they found themselves caught in one of the moon’s rare, but devastating, rainstorms, and had to stay cooped up inside the ship, unable to harvest and unable to relocate lest the ship get struck by lightning midair and leave them stranded there permanently. So instead he spent his days learning complicated board games with made-up rules using bits and pieces of supplies they had lying around, letting his ears be filled with raucous stories of days and prospectors gone by.

And then, late one night, he’d been shaken awake by a man he’d thought to be one of the crew, dragged from his bunk and shuffled into his suit and helmet and filter and pack. He’d only briefly tried to hesitate, to wake the others, but the man had grabbed him and growled, “There’s no time, boy—move, or you’ll miss it.” So, only half awake and unable to think straight, he’d obeyed without question and followed him out the airlock.

He had stumbled in the dark, in the mud, in the rain and wind, still relatively new to this and unaccustomed to the bulky suit, and by the time he realized that the only reason he could follow at all was because the man leading him was glowing—luminous and stark and visible even through the sheeting rain and dust and muck that clouded his helmet—they were too far from the ship for him to ever have any hope of making it back on his own. He’d had no choice but to plod along after the ghost, for hours, maybe, until finally the figure stopped and pointed at his feet and commanded, “Dig.”

And then, without a whole lotta options otherwise, he had obeyed.

Eventually, the storm passed, and the light dawned, and his crew must’ve noticed his empty bunk and followed the single track of stumbling footprints until they found him where he’d fallen asleep in the shallow gouge he’d carved in the dirt, still clutching his shovel.

They accused him of sleepwalking, of cabin fever, of dipping into the good hooch behind their backs—all without malice, really, but certainly refusing to believe any claim of spectral visions. At least, that was, until one of the men looked down, and realized that the thing at his feet wasn’t, in fact, a large clump of dirt, but an aurelac root nodule the size of a small child.

“To this day, that was my finest single harvest,” he admits, shaking his head slowly. “The crew gave me a heartier cut than promised, and still all had enough to retire off of. Not me, though; from that day on, I was hooked. Sunk my savings in a newer ship and sought out another crew and kept goin’ back, always hoping to see him again, to pull another fabled haul.”

She nods her head, unsure of what she could possibly have to say to that, but she can so vividly imagine how such an experience would inspire a man like him, would spur him on to the sort of life he’s led. So she says nothing, simply lays a hand against his cheek, letting the edge of her thumb rest in the dimple that creases his cheek as he blinks and tears his gaze away from the past to smile at her instead.

He turns his head, presses his lips to her palm with a sweet kiss, and nods toward the teenager resting against her shoulder. “How long’s she been out?”

“Hm?” she asks, surprised, and looks down to find that he’s right, that the girl’s eyes are firmly closed, her chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. “Oh,” she whispers, scared to wake her, “I didn’t even notice.”

His breathy laugh is quiet, a chuckle kept mostly inside his chest, and he nods his head and says, “Let’s not wake her. She can sleep out here, don’t you think?”

“I—” she tries, but the words are stifled by a deep yawn that causes tears to prick at the corners of her eyes; she brushes them away, offers him a sheepish smile. “I think I might join her.”

His grin is brilliant as he nods again, leans in for a quick kiss, then pulls back and starts gathering up the empty mugs and half-eaten popcorn and sandwiches. “How about we all stay, hm? I’ll put these away.”

“Here, I can help—” she starts, but he catches her reaching hand in his and shakes his head.

“I got it, baby. You stay here with her, yeah? I’ll be back soon.”

She nods, rubbing at her eye again, the exhaustion of the past two weeks finally catching up with her. “You promise?”

Ezra kisses her again, warm, soft lips lingering in a way that steals her breath away, leaves her lightheaded and a little dazed when he pulls back and whispers, “I promise.”

She settles deeper into the cushions as he quietly gathers up the dishes and food and the few errant popcorn kernels they���d thrown at him, and slips out from the blanket fort. It’s immediately colder in there without his warmth, emptier without his familiar weight beside her, and she hugs Cee a little tighter as she listens to the fridge opening and closing, the faucet turning on and off, his footsteps drawing near then moving past and away down the hall to the bedroom. Above it all, the sound of the rain against the roof has settled into a steadier, gentler thrum, the booming thunder and frightful wind moving on to rattle someone else’s windows.

When Ezra returns, clicking off the lamp and crawling under the canopy to slide in beside her, he has removed his prosthetic arm—never fond of sleeping with it on—and brought the heavy quilt from atop their bed along with him. She helps him spread it out over all three of them, making sure Cee is tucked in snug while he settles in and wraps his arm around her waist.

He rests his chin on her available shoulder, his whispered words a warm brush of breath on her skin as he asks, “What’d you think of my story?”

“I think it was...effective at making us all sleepy.”

He huffs a laugh, rubs his nose against her cheek. “Alright, sure, but did you believe it?”

She grins in the dark, even though she knows he can’t see it. “I believe that you believe it,” she allows.

His lips, pressing against her skin, curl up into a smile, and the warmth of it works its way deep into her heart and radiates from there to the top of her head and the tips of her toes. His hand slips beneath her shirt, palm spreading along her belly—not teasing, not suggesting anything more than a blatant desire to touch as much of her as he can. “That’s more than enough for me,” he sighs, achingly content.

She nods her head in agreement; and in these last few instants of consciousness before sleep finally claims her, she thinks that this moment, snuggled close between the two best people in the known universe, safe and warm from any storm, is more than enough for her, too.

[mikeisthricedeceased]

Mike’s Fic Rec

Here are some of the fics that I’ve really enjoyed and/or am currently following! Each title is a link to the first part of that series.

One day, I’ll try to organize this a little better.

If you’re interested in anything I’ve written, here’s my Masterlist!

--

On Tumblr ~*~*~*~

Asterism (Paz Vizla x Reader) and Force Majeure (Pax Vizla x Jack Daniels x Ezra x Din Djarin x Reader) by @plexflexico

A Proper Mandalorian Courtship (Paz Vizla x Reader) and Urgency (Paz Vizla x Reader) by @anxiety-riddled-mando 

Coruscations (Obi-Wan Kenobi x OFC) and Unholy (Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader) by @beskars

Baar Bal Runi Series (Din Djarin x Reader / Body Swap AU) by @di-kut 

Back to You (Poe Dameron x Reader / Modern AU) by @twomoonstwosuns 

Whiskey & Gin (Agent Whiskey x Reader / 1970s AU) and Futile Devices (Javier Peña x Reader / Call Me By Your Name AU) by @zeldasayer

Room 205 (Javier Peña x OC) by @honeybeeespeaks

Of Princes & Berries (Oberyn Martell x Reader) and Honey & Velvet (Maxwell Lord x Reader) by @forever-rogue

The Woodmere Estate Series (Ezra x Reader / 1930s AU) by @hdlynnslibrary

A Gilded Lie (Maxwell Lord x Reader) by @maxlordd

Footprints in the Sand (Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand x Reader) and With Cherries On Top (Max Phillips x Reader / The Proposal AU) by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa 

Anything and Everything Ezra Related and Sanctuary (Tovar x Reader) by @rzrcrst (Currently Unavailable)

Woman Series (Javier Peña x Reader) and Amas Veritas (Javier Peña x Reader / Practical Magic AU) by @stevieharrrr (Currently Unavailable)

On AO3 ~*~*~*~

Our Bodies Safe to Shore (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Rex / Selkie AU) by dharmaavocado (@dharmaavocado)

Sightless Bird (Alexsandr Kallus x Garazeb Orrelios) by WoodlandGoddess1

The Diva and Her Bodyguard (Paz Vizsla x Loysia [OC]) by Primarybufferpanel

Brute Force (Alexsandr Kallus x Garazeb Orrelios) by mistr3ssquickly

Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Universe (Javier Peña x Reader) and Moonbeams (Ezra x Reader / Werewolf AU) by freedomatsea (@hopelikethesun)

Cabin in the Woods (Alexsandr Kallus x Garazeb Orrelios / Human!Zeb - Modern AU) by sempaiko (@sempaiko)

Under-Covers (Alexsandr Kallus x Garazeb Orrelios) by mudkipwrites

----------

I’ll try my best to keep this updated!

~ Mike

[immawritethat]

OC Aesthetic Tag

Hello friends! This time I was tagged by @theprissythumbelina! Thank you so much!

Rules: Bold what applies to your character. Feel free to add to the list!

This time I think I’ll do Ezra Holmes, a fantastic character who’s grown to be integral in The Left Behind despite being an impulse character I just tossed in while writing draft one.

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. mist. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. magic.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos. lithe.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. bears. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. peacocks.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. exploring.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge.

I’ll be tagging: @writerofwriting, @ken-kenwrites, and @november-land!