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i’ve moved charles to @risengain
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uh.
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THIS  IS  OBI - WAN  KENOBI:                                     a  phenomenal  pilot  who  DOESN’T  like  to  fly.   a  devastating  warrior  who’d  RATHER  NOT  fight.   a  negotiator  without  peer  who  frankly  prefers  to  sit  ALONE  in  a  quiet  cave  and  meditate.
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     breathe  in .  breathe  out .  — —  with  every  inhale  you  feel  the  drive  to  know  more ,  to  ask  more ,  to  pry  into  the  secrets  of  those  around  you  until  at  last  you  are  satiated .  with  every  exhale  you  are  forced  to  tell  the  truth ,  pushed  into  a  life  of  honesty  whether  you  want  it  or  not .  you  sit  on  your  hoard  of  knowledge ,  aware  of  the  choices  you  have  made  that  brought  you  to  this  point .
          — — — — —  breathe  in .  breathe  out .  you  smile .
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exeomori-m · 4 years
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hm. tempted to move charley here as a sideblog on my multi
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he just wanted to paint and he just wanted to love and be loved but he died and so now he feels he’s undeserving of any of that because he cheated death and now he takes lives because of it and and
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i feel the worst part (and by worst i think saddest) about charles is that he almost WANTS to care about humanity, but he just ... can’t. his apathy has consumed him almost so fully that he’s just like “if you die you die and there’s nothing to change that”
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i totally got lost in my star wars brainrot but it’s almost 2am and i’m having feelings for charles
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     ezra  winces  apologetically .  a  very  sore  subject ,  then .  (  he’s  tried  to  avoid  that  whole  topic  out  of  respect  for  charles  —  it’s  difficult ,  but  he's  gotten  better  lately  at  not  asking  invasive  questions  and  pushing  through  uncomfortable  conversations .  )  (  well ,  with  charles ,  at  least .  everyone  else  is  usually  fair  game .  )  he  understands ,  though .  with  him ,  at  least ,  this  is  something  he  walked  (  rolled  )  into  at  least  mostly  willingly .  but  charles  —  well ,  he  hasn’t  pried ,  but  he  knows  that  serving  the  end  is  rarely  something  you  wanted .
     a  flush  rises  in  his  cheeks  once  more  at  the  pet  name  —  and  is  almost  immediately  chased  away  by  an  extremely  sour  expression .  sure ,  peter  lukas  is  in  charge  of  the  institute  now ,  but  that  doesn’t  make  ezra  like  him  any  more .  if  anything ,  he  kinda  hates  the  lukas  family  more ,  now .  he  takes  a  calming  breath .    ❝  i  know  a  lot  about  the  lukas  family  as  a  whole ,  but  not  a  whole  lot  about  any  estates .  frankly  i  try  to  know  as  little  about  them  as  possible ,  but ,  y'know .  .  .  ❞    he  waves  his  hand  around  in  a  vague  motion  that  he  hopes  is  interpreted  as  “ unfortunately  i’m  cursed  to  remember  literally  everything ,  so  the  stuff  i  do  know  is  lodged  in  there  for  good ” .
     ❝  why ?  there  something  in  particular  you  were  needing ?  ❞    the  question  is  steady  in  a  way  that’s  clearly  forced .  he  makes  serious ,  intense  eye  contact .    ❝  ask  anything  you  need  from  me ,  darlin’ ,  and  if  i  can  help ,  i  will .  ❞    and  if  he  can’t ,  well  —  he  knows  where  he  can  get  the  information .
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     ❝  yes,  ❞   of  course  there  is.   he’s  been  thinking  of  it  on  and  off  for  some  time  now  and  there’s  really  only  so  much  waiting  a  man  can  do.   it  feels  different,   somehow,   from  all  the  time  he  spent  existing  and  reaping  and  nothing  as  the  world  around  him  moved.  the  world  moves  without  him.   he  stands  stock  still  as  the  earth  moves  under  his  feet,   time  the  dunes  of  a  barren  desert  with  him  at  the  center  and  simply  watching.   that’s  all  he  ever  does.
     but  now  .  .  .   now  he  knows  it’s  DIFFERENT  because  there  is  someone  he  loves.   there  is  a  man  he  loves  not  despite  everything  but  perhaps  in  spite  of  it.   things  that  define  humanity  are  things  they  are  no  longer  bound  to  and  that  they  can  find  each  other  and  feel  that  unmistakably  human  connection .  .  .   well,   he  doesn’t  believe  in  miracles,   but  this  might  just  start  making  him  believe.   because  to  love  is  a  fatal  condition  of  being  human.   and  he’s  already  died  because  of  it.      there  is  a  place  he  wants  to  go.  there  is  a  place  he  wants  to  go  and  a  place  he  wants  to  take  ezra.  perhaps  it’s  instinct  at  this  point,   being  raised  in  a  time  where  loving  was  unlawful,   to  want  to  hide  away.    ❝  i  owned  an  estate  when  i  was  alive  that  they  own  currently.   i  want  it  back.   i  want  it  back  for  us.  it’s  a  quiet  place,   away  from  people,   from  everything.    we  can  go  away,   together,   ezra.  ❞
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i really do wanna rp with ppl other than my bf but... shy...
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charles has a peculiar relationship with his entity. avatars exist to bring about their patron’s wishes. except--- he does not actually know what the end WANTS. the end waits because everything dies eventually, so it seems contradictory for his mere existence. an undying thing serving something that wants death. it’s a passive entity compared to the others. there’s no rituals like the others. he felt lost as a human, and he feels lost even now.
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elias bouchard kins dane judi dench’s character in cats (2019)
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WOODKID ASK PROMPT (2)
A collection of woodkid inspired ask prompts
❛ We’re running free ❜
❛ how did you get to save me from this desolate wasteland? ❜
❛ In the cherry trees we’re hiding from the world ❜
❛ We threw our hearts into the sea ❜
❛ most of what i use to be vanished in the waves ❜
❛ The golden age is over ❜
❛ I was made for loving you ❜
❛ Was i walking through the dark? ❜
❛ We’re free so what is fate to say how things are gonna turn out now? ❜
❛ We are family no matter what they say ❜
❛ Can’t you see that we’re dead until we wake up? ❜
❛ No matter what we’re heroes ❜
❛ Now the wind ventures to other plains ❜
❛ The wind was sweet and smelled of home ❜
❛ Are we instruments of fate, or do we really have a choice? ❜
❛ What are the words that i’m suppose to say? ❜
❛ I wish you were here on the shore ❜
❛ You don’t remember anymore the kisses i stole from you ❜
❛ What is the price that i’m suppose to pay for all the things i try to hide? ❜
❛ I spend my days without you now ❜
❛ All your dreams are about to happen ❜
❛ Tell me that we’ll always be together ❜
❛ Why don’t you open your eyes? ❜
❛ This road is finally standing up to the sky ❜
❛ The trouble’s gone with distant light ❜
❛ I went back home and started to cry ❜
❛ When will i see you again? ❜
❛ How can we be close again? ❜
❛ Do you still braid sunflowers in your hair? ❜
❛ Can you hear the sound of thunder? ❜
❛ I was promised the glory ❜
❛ I have lost the force to fight ❜
❛ I’ll see you on the other side ❜
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“maybe reblog a good meme that’s - happy, once in a while.”
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ADFKAJJSDFLJALSKJFD arson keeps whispering “i’m so mad”
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@unliar​ said ❝ oh you, beautiful you, how unfair is your setting ❞
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     so  this  is  it .  the  end  of  the  line.   he’s  not  gonna  lie  to  himself,   he  thought  he  might  be  stuck  like  this  forever.   being  an  avatar  of  the  end  and  all.   but  that’s  just  it,   isn’t  it?   everything  comes  to  an  end.   even  him.   and  doesn’t  it  make  sense  that  this  would  happen  when  he’s  allowed  himself  a  little  humanity.   a  little  love.
     charles  reaches  his  bloodied  hand  to  ezra’s  face  weakly,   the  hole  in  his  stomach  from  the  hunter  he’d  jumped  in  front  of  bleeding  profusely.   he  could  think  of  no  better  way  to  go,   though.   he’d  rather  this  than  the  lonely  consume  him  a  thousand  times  over.
     as  long  as  he  get’s  to  see  ezra’s  face.   as  long  as  that.   ❝  ezra,  ❞   he’s  weak,   his  voice  trembling,   ❝  darling.   it’s  been  wonderful  knowing  you.   i  could---   i  could  think  of---   no  better  way.  ❞   a  pause,   his  voice  now  a  whisper.   ❝  it’s  stopped.   the  beats.  ❞
     he  laughs,   another  rush  of  blood  leaving  him,   ❝  i  don’t  hear  them  any  more.   at  last  .  .  .   i  can  rest.   ❞
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