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Which Ewan character should I make a headcanon alphabet for next? I want to write and I'm not feeling inspired.
(Ewan) Character Ask Game
This character ask game is from @epickiya722
Rules: Send a Ewan character + one of these questions for me to answer in my ask box. In turn, I will send YOU a Ewan character + question in your ask box.
1. Why do you like or dislike this character?
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?
4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?
5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
6. What's something you have in common with this character?
7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?
8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?
9. Could you be roommates with this character?
10. Could you be best friends with this character?
11. Would you date this character?
12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?
13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?
14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.
15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)
16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?
17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?
18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?
19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?
21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?
22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?
23. Favorite picture of this character?
24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?
25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?
26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!
FANDOM ALERT 🚨 FANDOM ALERT 🚨
Attention all Ewan McGregor fans! This is not a drill!
I'm pumped! I'm hype! I'm frothing at the mouth cuz TODAY'S THE BIG DAYYYYYY 🎉🎉🎉
Ewan is getting his star on the Walk of Fame TODAY at 11:30am Pacific Time!
Make sure to double check the time conversion for your zone!
The ceremony will be streamed live on www.walkoffame.com
I'm excited to show up and SHOW OUT for our mans!🤩🤩🤩
At my job, we're allowed to wear Halloween costumes throughout the month of October!
It'd be a shame if I didn't dress up as at least ONE Ewan McGregor character.
Obi-Wan is probably the only genuine costumey character, but in the very likely event that I can't find the materials to do his outfit, I need a backup.
Can you guys help me brainstorm costumes to put together?
blurb that I intend to write out at some point.
tags/warnings: [this is so short so idk but just incase, reader has a thing for Danny, sexual tension, reader has the shining,idk how to space on mobile im sorry LMAO]
POV u get Danny Torrance to telekinetically get you a bag of Doritos while giving you sexy eyes. That’s it. That’s the plot.
“Boy wonder, you think you could, uh…”
She pounded her fist twice on the vending machine, metal spikes of her bracelet clanking against the plexiglass.
Danny rolled his eyes with a smirk but turned to the vending machine anyway, mentally shaking her prize free from the rusted coils after a moment of Intense staring.
“Thank you.”
She said as she fished the Doritos from behind the heavy hinged door of the machines receptacle, beaming as she offered him a chip. His shoulders shifted in silent amusement as he looked at her smiling face then the chip bag, sheepishly taking a Dorito.
“So uh, Abras coming soon right?”
Dan nodded.
“Yeah. After she gets here we can all go somewhere, how’s iHOP sound?”
If someone a month ago had told her she’d be going to iHOP with a gorgeous psychic and his even more psychic niece at 12 AM, she wouldn’t have believed them.
She winced, hoping he hadn’t heard the gorgeous part. If he did he hadn’t showed any reaction.
She was used to guarding her thoughts, a natural instinct afforded to the intuitive that she’d always chalked up as little more than paranoia. she wasn’t sure whether her mental security system was up to par to contain her psychic leakage from a mind reader. It wasn’t like she was used to being around telepaths. She appreciated Danny’s respect of her boundaries, that or his disinterest in her thoughts despite their volume ,either way it worked out favorably seeing as how she’d rather he not overhear her minds constant lament of him.
Sometimes though, she wished he knew, especially in moments like these where he seemed to , looking over her with a gaze that looked both hungry and tender, If such a thing was possible. He was full of impossibilities. His voice was gentle when he spoke next, tone afflicted with a sense of intimacy that blurred her vision enough to make the shine of his eyes seem dangerously close to adoration. “What’re you thinking about?” He shouldered the machine, leaning forward a touch, hands stuffed in the corduroy of his pockets. She noted they could probably switch clothes without much consequence, it was the Midwest and she’d always been a fan of grandpa sweaters.
She hummed, dusting the chip dust from her fingers. “Just stuff.” He didn’t pry, he never did. She wondered if he even needed to, how much of an open book was she, even subtracting her shine? From the distinct err of concern that clung to him (much like his cologne that made her want to sway forward, further into the orbit of his personal space) she doubted he’d caught wind. He watched her for a long moment and she allowed him, frozen by her fear of rejection to do much else but stare back. If she’d ever encountered such a thing as sexual tension, this was it.
He cleared his throat, rubbing his face, dispelling whatever shine spell had taken over the room. Now she really wanted to know what he’d been thinking, although she didn’t need her gift to know.