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clawmarks:
Movements of the wind of the bird - Design in nature - 1908 - via Internet Archive
“You’ll find your place in this world.”
The words were akin to a gentle breeze. Something meant to wrap around the body, sooth with the simple act despite going no further than a brush against the flesh. Funny how it somehow gave the impression of getting deep within the muscles as shoulders would drop and the fists would relax.
However, Charlemagne was, metaphorically speaking, bundled up. The most he felt was the slight force; the indication that it was there at all.
The antenna of his audio receptors twitched, going from their upright position to pulling back just enough to be noticed. However, his voice did not waver.
“I had it,” he said, looking at the other Exo. “It’s just a matter of getting it back.”
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“Is there someone you hold dear?”
“Don’t you feel any guilt?”
“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
“There must be something you fear.”
“Do you have a home?”
“Is there someone you like?”
“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”
“Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Aren’t you happy?”
“Who do you despise?”
“How do you sleep at night?”
“What do you think of kindness?”
“What do you think of hatred?”
“Why do you fight?”
“Why do you live?”
“How much blood have you spilled?”
“How much death have you seen?”
“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”
“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”
“Can’t you tell they love you?”
“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”
“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”
“You’re not tainted.”
“You’re not alone.”
“You’re awful.”
“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”
“You’re an emotionless robot.”
“You’re just a lap dog.”
“It’s not over.”
“He/she needs you.”
“Stop lying.”
“Stop fighting.”
“Stop pushing others away.”
“You’re cruel.”
“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”
“You depend on him/her too often.”
“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”
“He/she is bringing you down.”
“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
“You need to listen.”
“You need to speak up more often.”
“You’re weak.”
“You’re too proud.”
“Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”
“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”
“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”
“You can’t cheat death.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”
“That person is only holding you back.”
“They’re too good for you.”
“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”
“It will get better.”
“You look lonely.”
“You look bitter.”
“You look tired.”
“You’re hiding a painful burden.”
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“You will always be worthless.”
“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”
“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”
“You’ll rise above them all.”
“You’ll find your place in this world.”
“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”
lottewrites:
HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL → STARTERS
❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜
❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜
❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜
❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜
❛ talk less…smile more. ❜
❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜
❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜
❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜
❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight ! ❜
❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜
❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜
❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜
❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜
❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜
❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜
❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜
❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜
❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜
❛ i am so into you. ❜
❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜
❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜
❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜
❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜
❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜
❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜
❛ that would be enough. ❜
❛ and we could be enough. ❜
❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜
❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜
❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜
❛ awesome. wow. ❜
❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜
❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜
❛ what’d i miss? ❜
❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜
❛ take a break. ❜
❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜
❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜
❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜
❛ we both know what we know. ❜
❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜
❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜
❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜
❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜
❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜
❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜
❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜
❛ i hope that you burn. ❜
❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜
❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜
❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜
❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜
❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜
❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜
❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜
❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜
❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜
❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜
❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜
❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜
Wanted to post this now so I don’t neglect to do it later (and I’ll reblog it again once or twice):
I apologize for the complete lack of activity. Unfortunately, home life and work life as been incredibly taxing on my mental and physical health, making it very difficult for me to focus on things I love. Without a doubt, this has been the worst year I’ve ever had.
A few months ago, I decided to temporarily retire from RPing altogether, finding myself unfit for it due to my lack of dedication to staying active. As much as I wanted to come back to my blogs, given how much love I have for my muses, the communities, and the muns, I thought it best for be to resist temptation and focus on trying to figure things out IRL.
As of this moment, I am trying to set my life back in order. I am currently looking and applying to new jobs and I plan to return to therapy as well as return to my medication(s). I’m hoping once these things have been set in motion at a pace I can work with, I can come back and strive to be a more dedicated RPer.
The release of ROI has certainly given me plenty inspiration and a desire to come back to my two favorite muses, but, again, I don’t know if coming back is something I should set myself, and others, up for given my reputation of disappearing.
That being said, I’m not deleting and I’m not abandoning my blogs. My chest aches at the thought of doing so. I simply need the time to settle before making a grand return.
I really appreciate everyone who has stuck around, everyone who has had patience with me, and those who have kept in contact with me. It means a lot more than you know.
If you wish to contact me outside my RP blogs for any reason, my personal is here and my Skype is available to those that message me over there.
On an end note, I hope everyone is doing well and I miss you all. I’m eager to get back to something akin to the good old days here in the future.
>> FUCK U CAUGHT THAT <<
“I have little reason to interact with him to begin with, I do not think he or I will have issues any time soon.” Saint-14 shrugs at the comment, looking over the other Exo for a moment before sighing.
“Should you return, might that make Mars safer for Guardians? We cannot root out the Cabal if we can not see their movements and positions across the planet. Their leaders in the system are dead, this would be the best time to move against what remains and make it easier to fight the Vex.”
He now chuckles at the second comment made. “I do have things to do, though I am old, I train other Guardians now. What few tasks I do are small scale and menial at best- if I am not around helping my father, that is.”
❝ ♕ ❞
Charles surely hoped not ever. It did not matter the achievements or medals, the personality or the respect, Rasputin was prone to making judgments solely on what benefited him. If sending someone to an early grave meant increasing work production, then surely he would do it.
“I would make it my duty to make Mars a far safer journey,” Charlemagne said. “It...bothers me what little I can do while disconnected.” He shook his head, not allowing himself to dwell on the thought, and picked at the joints in his fingers. “I am trying to gather everything there is to know on Mars before making the attempt to return to my Core. I feel as if I might run into problems if I tried now. Last thing I want is someone getting hurt on my account.”
Auditory antennae perked at the EXO’s final comment and broke his somber mood, replacing it with a far more curious one.
“Your father?”
Hel (“the Hidden” from the word hel, “to conceal”) is the Norse Goddess of the dead, ruler of the Land of Mist, Niflheim or Niflhel located in the far north–a cold, damp place that is home to frost giants and dwarves. The name Hel was applied both to the Queen of the Underworld and the land itself, and it is thought that the land gave the Queen Her name. In the late Christianized form of the myth, when Hel became Hell, She was said to be the daughter of Loki, Who was equated with Lucifer. In appearance She is said to be a fearsome sight: She is described as being piebald, with a face half-human and half blank, or more usually, half alive and half dead. It is told that when She was born, disease first came into the world. She was said to sweep through towns and cities bringing plague: if She used a rake, some would survive; if a broom, none would. When the beloved Baldr was killed through Loki’s treachery, the entire world begged Hel to release Him from death. She agreed, but only if every creature on earth truly mourned for Him. So beloved was Baldr that everything–Gods, humans, animals, trees, stones–wept for Him. All except an old giantess called Thokk, Who was Loki in disguise. Hel in a reading can represent a time of simultaneous endings and beginnings, the point at which the circle is completed. She can also indicate integrity, as opposites unite to form a stronger whole.
If you read my role plays tell me who you ship my muse with
send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.
1: aggressive kiss
2: all over kiss
3: back kiss
4: cheek kiss
5: eyelid kiss
6: fingers kiss
7: firm kiss
8: first kiss
9: forehead kiss
10: french kiss
11: gentle kiss
12: ghost kiss
13: hand kiss
14: jawline kiss
15: last kiss
16: neck kiss
17: rain kiss
18: stomach kiss
19: underwater kiss
20: upside down kiss
[danny devito voice] charlie
➢ DESTINY IS BEAUTIFUL (1/??) ↳ The Barrens, Mars
Charlemagne does not hate the name Charlie, but instead is only comfortable with select people calling him by it. While it is partially preference that fuels his reasoning for asking to be called by his full name or Charles, the other half is dedication.
Those who he has grown very fond of are allowed to call him Charlie. Family automatically has this right, but friends have to grow very close to him before he stops correcting them when they use it.
Without such status, the use of “Charlie” makes him just slightly irritated and he’ll politely remind you to use his other two names.
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( their friendship gives me life )
.x. I’m in love with every deep relationship Charles develops bc he’s so good to those has them with :’) .x.