Charles Milsten

His mother and father said, "What a lovely boy. We'll teach him what we learned. We'll dress him up warmly and we'll send him to school. It'll teach him how to fight, to be nobody's fool." Oh, what a lonely boy. Charles Milsten, 24, Metahuman with Aerokinesis, Loner.

[penumbral--eclipse-deactivated2]

I need love.

I’m enough, I’m enough, I’m enough to drive you mad.

[lukas-musings]

                     You are far more than your bloodline                        More than your mother’s ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ                                         Your momma’s 𝒿𝑜𝓎                                          You are more than they raised you to be. 

[prettymysticfalls]

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[musesgonnamuse]

i’m scared of losing C̝̳̜̘Ǫ͖̩͍͈N͉Ţ̞̪̦̮̲̠R͚͘O̸̞̫̹Ḻ̛͕

[jinxedskies]

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[aircharles]

Brooke’s Powers

[wnq-writers]

I can’t help but wonder if anyone would miss me if I were to disappear.

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[flyngdream]

Michael Shainblum - Our World is a Beautiful Place | gif by FD

[aircharles]

Boy Interrupted | Open

[charlieimmortal]

aircharles:

Charles managed an awkward chuckle and shrugged. “Seems like quite a few people are in the same boat,” he said with a small smile. “Um, Brooke Milsten. She’s blonde, long hair, uh… Kind of new around here. She’s got blue eyes and freckles. Know anybody like that?” This was weird. Charles didn’t think he’d ever have to describe his sister before, and certainly not while wondering what she looked like male…

Charlie shook her head, marveling at the surprising lightness. Maybe she should get a hair cut, once she changed back. “Sorry, I haven’t seen anybody like that. Although, you might have better luck asking someone who lives in the base,” she suggested. “I also think you might want to wait a bit; no one’s going to find anyone in this mess. I can barely recognize myself as it is.”

[aircharles]

Charles rubbed the back of his neck and flushed slightly, nodding. "Right. That's smart," he said, stumbling over the words a bit. He was surprised to hear she didn't live in the base, but he supposed he shouldn't be. He had no idea what to expect in this city. Gosh, he'd have given quite a bit to be back in good old OK. If only Brooke felt the same way.

[jadenthemagician]

Making the Best of It || Open

It’d been a few weeks since Uriel’s death, and the Nephilim had pretty much retreated into the shadows to avoid arrest from C.A.R.M.A. Jaden still couldn’t understand how those pathetic humans and the despicable pets managed to rid the earth of their leader; it made her absolutely sick. She was one of the few Nephilim who refused to hide away, although she did use a glamour to walk around Pansaw without being arrested on the spot. It infuriated her to see the town being rebuilt and everyone coming together like the end of some superhero movie where the good guy won. Pathetic, really. If only they knew this wasn’t the end…

This morning had been weird. She’d gone to bed early the prior night, feeling like a cold was coming on, and when she’d woken up, she’d apparently undergone a physical transformation she couldn’t explain. It wasn’t long before she heard the announcement on television that most of Pansaw was experiencing the same “problem” and that her changed sex would only be temporary for a few days. Temporary or not, Jaden intended to the make the most of her male form, and she was incredibly thankful her weasel little brother had left some clothes behind from when they were in the Nephilim mansion since she now stood at about Cyrus’ height, six foot even. Dressed in a simple grey t-shirt, dark wash jeans, boots, and a leather jacket, the magician sauntered into town without a care in the world, and headed for the nearest bar. It was packed tonight––mostly with people drinking away their dysphoria, she was gathering from just a quick telepathic scan of the room. She went straight the counter, bought herself a beer, and then scouted the room for someone to approach. She found her target, strolling over to them and leaning against the counter next to them with a confident smile. “Hey there,” she greeted, her deeper voice still strange to hear. “Mind if I buy you a drink?” 

[aircharles]

Charles flushed a vibrant shade of red and found an embarrassed smile. "Oh, I don't know," he drawled, shaking his head. "Thank you, though. Maybe just- Uh, tonight's not the best night is all." Wow, great idea, Charles, he told himself. This sure was a good time to introduce himself to the local nightlife, when he was a frickin' girl! This was too weird. How was he supposed to explain this? Was he supposed to explain this? He started to stand up, gently protesting once more. "I'm sorry. Maybe some other time."

[aircharles]

Boy Interrupted | Open

Charles stood inside the rebel base, the most uncomfortable he’d ever been in his life. And everyone else looked pretty panicked too. He never would have come if he hadn’t heard about the escaped Meta on the news, which quelled his fear quite a bit. This morning had been scary. No other word for it. Charles glanced around one last time and finally decided to just find some courage and ask somebody. He tried to pick out the calmest-looking person in the room and introduced himself. “Hi, my name is Charles,” he said slowly, still not used to such a high pitched voice. Or anything about his current self. “I’m looking for my sister- Well, she might be a he at this point.” He winced, uncomfortable with the whole thing. “Sorry. I’m Charles Milsten. I don’t normally look like this.”

[charlieimmortal]

The last thing Charlie had expected after the craziness of the attack was waking up in a man’s body. At first, she hadn’t even realized it was her. On the way to the bathroom that morning, she’d caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and immediately turned around, expecting to find an intruder standing behind her. But there was no one else in the house, and another, longer look in the mirror confirmed it. She was now a he. The news that this was only temporary, and part of her was almost amused. “Too bad this couldn’t have happened earlier. I would’ve graduated years ago,” she mused to her cat. Once she’d found some of her husband’s old clothes that thankfully fit, she made her way to the Rebel base, where she found even more confusion. A voice caught her attention, and she turned, offering what was hopefully a reassuring smile. “Ah. What a coincidence. I’m Charlie, and I also don’t usually look like this. And who’s your sister?”

[aircharles]

Charles managed an awkward chuckle and shrugged. "Seems like quite a few people are in the same boat," he said with a small smile. "Um, Brooke Milsten. She's blonde, long hair, uh... Kind of new around here. She's got blue eyes and freckles. Know anybody like that?" This was weird. Charles didn't think he'd ever have to describe his sister before, and certainly not while wondering what she looked like male...

[aircharles]

Boy Interrupted | Open

Charles stood inside the rebel base, the most uncomfortable he'd ever been in his life. And everyone else looked pretty panicked too. He never would have come if he hadn't heard about the escaped Meta on the news, which quelled his fear quite a bit. This morning had been scary. No other word for it. Charles glanced around one last time and finally decided to just find some courage and ask somebody. He tried to pick out the calmest-looking person in the room and introduced himself. "Hi, my name is Charles," he said slowly, still not used to such a high pitched voice. Or anything about his current self. "I'm looking for my sister- Well, she might be a he at this point." He winced, uncomfortable with the whole thing. "Sorry. I'm Charles Milsten. I don't normally look like this."

[dongwookss]

[pollycooperarchive]

Scream Week - Day 1 ↳ Favourite Character » Brooke Maddox

[dongwookss]

[oceanwitch]

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[zelvars]

How’s that target on your back feel? Familiar.

[burningnights]

“It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.”