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hello there! you can call me raphael, i’m 25, and i’m in the pacific timezone. i’m a full - time student in a four year university working towards my bfa so my activity will be fairly sporadic.

you can read my rules over on my google doc (here!) or on my page (here!) but i’d suggest the doc since i update it more frequently. my detailed about can be found here.

you can find my detailed rules on my rules pages but there’ s some things i’d like to note real quick:

if you rp the following: attack on titan, hetalia, killing stalking, fictional nazis (hydra agents, first order) anything from jk rowling’s writings, genderbends, rape, actual nazis, pedophilia, glorification of abuse, a/b/o, or incest - block me

if you ship master/padawan (which includes ob*kin) or r*xsoka - or interact with anyone that does - block me

#【 ❝ i will never stop complaining and that is a promise ❞ 】 ✕ ooc.

exilegend

HE IS ALONE IN THE VOID. intrusions no more. there is a point in the depth. it cannot be directly viewed. delve. dive. deeper. still, only a point in the aphotic depth. the nothing. expansive. osiris sinks to gain new perspective. the point remains. it is so faint. distant. though he knows he can see the light. his reach stretched thin. clarity, in the space between his hand and the point. the osseous - white point. dim now. the omnipresence was. hungry acknowledgement. vast. himself against the enormity; an endless unfurling midnight. and a lone point.

ind. priv. sel. penned by thomas osiris from bungie’s destiny

#i have destiny brainrot <3 #【 ❝ i will never stop complaining and that is a promise ❞ 】 ✕ ooc.#self promo.

elivanto

Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.

#many thoughts #【 ❝ i'm riding up the heights of shame ❞ 】 ✕ vis.

@apollonic said: ❛ like all agony , there are pleasant moments ❜ ( from quin )

NOT HERE

OH HOW CORRECT VOS IS. obi - wan is drawn in on himself, bare back facing vos as he holds his knees to his chest. there are very few people he allows himself to be vulnerable with. anakin, because he knows otherwise he’d never talk to him. taria, but that was so very long ago, and they decided it would be best to leave that aspect behind. and with quinlan. but that too was long ago. this quinlan doesn’t understand the depths of his aches.

so being vulnerable . . . it is in of itself a type of torment. he remembers once- when he was struggling with teaching anakin, mace once told him that he cannot experience small joys if he cannot learn to accept his pain. ( and he does accept his pain . . . perhaps not in a conventional manner. )

❝ you don’t understand, ❞ obi - wan’s voice is barely above a whisper, ❝ we shouldn’t be doing this . . . not . . . not just because it’s against the code. vos, you don’t remember before. what . . . what we were. ❞

obi - wan never WANTED to explain it to them, perhaps not believing that this same result would happen as last time. that they would feel drawn to him like this. but maybe he should have tried harder to push them away. to keep his distance. to keep up the act that he cannot STAND them.

#【 ❝ but the golden age is over ❞ 】 ✕ ic.#【 ❝ never meant to be soldiers ❞ 】 ✕ verse ii.#【 ❝ how long have i been away for now ❞ 】 ✕ asks.#apollonic #heh.........

had fun in ovw tonight

#LJFLKAJSLFKJADS #【 ❝ i will never stop complaining and that is a promise ❞ 】 ✕ ooc.#im kenobi flkajsdf

phantomemes

starters / prompts taken from hieu minh nguyen’s work , not here . feel free to change pronouns / tenses as necessary .

❛ it seems important to mention all the things that went wrong ❜

❛ don’t ask if i’m a ghost ❜

❛ i fled and did not return ❜

❛ i cannot love you , if i love you , i will die ❜

❛ for years i chose death ❜

❛ i belong to my mother’s fear ❜

❛ what do you do with tenderness when all you expect is fury ? ❜

❛ he looks like he will keep you safe ❜

❛ any love i find will be treason ❜

❛ why did you bring me here ? ❜

❛ i count the hornets that escape their mouths ❜

❛ i only ask for your laughter ❜

❛ look at me in the old way in this new light ❜

❛ sometimes i wake up and my body does not follow ❜

❛ it wasn’t the same without you ❜

❛ i’m still trying to figure out what it means to stay ❜

❛ it’s all very predictable ❜

❛ how can i love something that isn’t ruined ? ❜

❛ like all agony , there are pleasant moments ❜

❛ i want to be better at lying ❜

❛ i’m afraid if i say it out loud i will cast a curse ❜

❛ some men don’t know they’re hungry until they eat ❜

❛ some spells take years to cast ❜

❛ there are rules you have to follow if you want to survive ❜

❛ i know you’re not supposed to smile back ❜

❛ madness , too , can be cumulative ❜

❛ trying to forget is not the same as leaving ❜

❛ i really should get a sense of humor ❜

❛ i understand no one ❜

❛ i cannot stop him from disappearing ❜

❛ her body was a dress i hung for motivation ❜

❛ you were once and perhaps continue to be the myth you tell to scare yourself ❜

❛ there are countless ways to justify company ❜

❛ you are predictable in your longing ❜

❛ i don’t want to explain a thing ❜

❛ i knew if i just asked him to leave he would have ❜

❛ there are countless ways to open a carcass ❜

❛ all i’ve ever wanted to be was useful ❜

❛ there’s still time to be saved ❜

❛ shut up ; i know the story , or at least the lesson ❜

❛ you wont find it ; you won’t find whatever you’re looking for ❜

❛ i could get away with being clumsy with knives ❜

❛ i want to study the mechanics of leaving ❜

❛ any adjective can be true if you cry hard enough ❜

❛ i see little futures in the distance but none belong ❜

❛ i am beginning to forget what i expect from the world i always knew ❜

❛ you can’t think of regret as a town you move too when grief snores too loud ❜

❛ in death we belong to everyone ❜

❛ i want to return to my old body ❜

❛ i think the life i want is the life i have , but how can i be sure ? ❜

#【 ❝ hello there ❞ 】 ✕ prompts.

APOLLONIC

MAUL REFUSES TO TELL him the truth — refuses to reveal his weakness , his shame . refuses to tell him how difficult it is to sleep alone , these days . that he has somehow become unused to the lingering , aching loneliness that was his lifelong companion . until now . he had never imagined that he could have such a closeness with another being — especially HIM — and if someone had told him even as recently as their . . . reconnection , that he would miss the man when he is gone , well . he would have gutted them where they stood .

but that is the truth . the bed is cold and empty without him , and what little rest he was able to achieve was fitful . ( not that he needs much sleep to begin with . no , that had been trained out of him . ) and he would sooner die than allow kenobi to know this — which is just fine , really , considering he is not the only one with a secret .

no , there have been small inconsistencies in his story , pieces that don’t quite add up to how often and how long he's in town . but that is neither here nor there . he will not demand the man’s secrets . not tonight , at least . he rises from his chair , the metal of his prosthetics creaking ever so slightly ; the joints are far too dry in the arid desert climate . ❝ yes , well , i was not tired , so i thought i would meditate for a while . i had not expected you back until morning , in all honesty , so seeing you back so soon is quite a surprise . ❞

HE SETS DOWN THE pack of supplies he took with him on his outing, along with new supplies he did end up actually getting. for example, some oil for maul’s prosthetics which he pulls out of the bag first. perhaps someday he’ll explain everything to maul. but the boy and his lineage is his most guarded secret. ( and oh how many secrets he has. ) ben finishes unloading their new supplies until eventually he pulls the bag with the pieces of his lightsaber out of his robes.

using the force he reassembles it and sets it gently to the side. ❝ i see, ❞ he says as he picks the oil up from the table and passes by maul, grabbing an old rag up from the ground and sitting on the edge of the bed. ❝ well, since you’re up . . . come here. your legs need oiling. ❞ he won’t admit how easily he notices these little things about maul. won’t admit how comfortable this arrangement is now. how easy it is. because in truth that easiness scares him. in the past, he had come to know people to this level, once noticed little things. but everyone he ever allowed himself to care about either died or betrayed him.

he doesn’t want to risk that again.

❝ truthfully, i had not intended to come back so late. or soon, i suppose . . . ❞ his voice trails off for a moment. ❝ i’ve been helping a family here. the lars family. they freed and took care of anakin’s mother after we took him in. i feel i still owe them, in some way. beru appreciates my help but owen . . . he is a difficult man, to say the least. would look a gift horse in the mouth. ❞ he sighs and shakes his head. all of this is true, from a certain point of view. the fact he is leaving out some details doesn’t necessarily mean he’s LYING about it.

#【 ❝ but the golden age is over ❞ 】 ✕ ic.#【 ❝ teacher once more ❞ 】 ✕ verse iv.#apollonic

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃

“only six, hardly seems like a fair fight does it?” she asked, as she checked her power cell, on her own blaster. charge was full, that’s all she needed to know. once a hand maiden, and the queen’s second face – she found different ways to serve her now that she couldn’t pass as her double. ( too tall. her features too sharp. she couldn’t be mistaken for padme like she used to be. ) that did not mean sabe could not still serve. she played in the shadows now, instead of playing second. her dark eyes lifted to his, a small smirk on her lips. “you go right, i’ll go left?” she asked out of respect, used to taking charge in the missions padme sent her on. but she respected him. not only because he was a jedi master, but because he was a hero of naboo.

𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 ask how much she’s willing to wager that there will be more backup about halfway through the fight — as it often goes — but he decides to hold back for now. his time working with the queen’s handmaidens was limited and feels so very long ago now but . . . it’s nice being able to work with someone who’s as capable as she is. having the company of people outside the open - circle fleet is a much needed change of pace he thinks.

obi - wan nods, ❝ sounds good. i’ll warn you if they have any surprises for us. ❞ and so far, he feels none. ❝ don’t forget to leave at least one alive. we’ll need information. ❞ in other words, he’ll need to collect it the jedi way.

#【 ❝ but the golden age is over ❞ 】 ✕ ic.#【 ❝ never meant to be soldiers ❞ 】 ✕ verse ii.#beliefruined #this wlw mlm solidarity is scary competent

@apollonic said: ❛ your eyes betray what burns inside you. ❜ from maul

WOODKID

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 fire burning in ulixes’ eyes. they’ve been at each others’ throats for 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 now. despite their truce, despite the fact they’re working together, that doesn’t necessarily mean they have to be 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 to one another. and so they haven’t been.

maul is standing there, 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, despite the fact that he slammed him against the wall seconds earlier. he feels the heat under his skin, anger boiling. ❝ don’t you 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 shut up? ❞

❝ you’re so 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄. ❞ he snarls. 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧. arrogant sith. maul thinks he knows him 𝐒𝐎 well. and— he closes the distance, roughly kissing maul on the lips. 𝐨𝐛𝐢 - 𝐰𝐚𝐧 might not have hated anyone, but ulixes does. and oh how much he 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 maul.

#【 ❝ but the golden age is over ❞ 】 ✕ ic.#【 ❝ fall but don't look down ❞ 】 ✕ verse vi.#【 ❝ how long have i been away for now ❞ 】 ✕ asks.#apollonic #hoohoo

lays down

#【 ❝ i will never stop complaining and that is a promise ❞ 】 ✕ ooc.#i never wanna do stippling again #also i'm not gonna actually post this on my art blog since it was traced #technically #it's just for the class so i'm not too worried

@gatalnta / s.c.

𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 to be in such a rush, but a fast - paced life is something he’s grown quite used to by now. ❝ now is not the time for pleasantries i’m afraid. ❞ he says as he clips his lightsaber to his side, offering a hand to help her up.

#【 ❝ but the golden age is over ❞ 】 ✕ ic.#gatalnta #makes i dunno sound

@apollonic

𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐘, 𝐁𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 told maul about why he’s on tatooine in the first place. despite their time away from the planet, working together, there was a sort of 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 they had that . . . they couldn’t truly trust each other. or, they’d trust each other enough to kill one another with confidence which he supposes is not a lack of trust. just unconventional.

so now that they’re here. now that he’s dropped the 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄 of ulixes and taken the 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 of ben back up they have to start from scratch, almost. what he 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 expecting was that he’d find maul awake in the dead of night, awaiting his return.

( and he most definitely has been 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 about going to town for supplies when he’s been checking in on luke. )

❝ maul, ❞ he says with no heat in his voice, simply a greeting, ❝ i half expected you to be sleeping still. it’s rather late. ❞

#【 ❝ but the golden age is over ❞ 】 ✕ ic.#apollonic #here you go love <3 #i don't rmmr my verse tags and don't feel like checking

HEY IM UPSET THAT ALL THOSE YOUNGLINGS HID IN THE COUNCIL ROOM BECAUSE THAT MEANS THEY CONSIDERED THAT THE SAFEST PLACE TO BE

#【 ❝ i will never stop complaining and that is a promise ❞ 】 ✕ ooc.#HEY IM FUCKIN SAD THAT THEY HID THERE BECAUSE THAT'S WHERE ONLY THE BEST JEDI ALWAYS ARE #AND THERE WAS NO ONE THERE #BUT THEN ANAKIN CAME. AND THAT'S WHY THEY ALL CAME OUT #BECAUSE HE'S THE CHOSEN ONE. HE'S ON THE COUNCIL. HE'LL PROTECT THEM.#JUST STARTS SOBBING

𝑮𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑪 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬.

bold what applies to your muse, italicize what sometimes applies to them. repost, don’t reblog.

OBI-WAN KENOBI

WUTHERING HEIGHTS. the wildness of open spaces. withered trees with limbs like spiders. abandoned homes. two souls that are the same. dying young. the ghost of a girl. revenge that does not satisfy. tapping at the window. knowing too much of the pains of others. cruelty that doesn’t fade. an unresolved past. marrying, but not for love. rolling hills. hair flying in the blustering wind. sudden illness. disinterment. the deep pain of loss. carrying a namesake that is not your own. facing a storm head on. an accent thick upon the tongue. a figure on the horizon, shrouded by mist. aging walls and rotting floorboards. intruding upon the wake of destruction. wasting away. together in death.

JANE EYRE. the madwoman in the attic. candle-flame and burn stains. soft laughter. a fire roaring in the hearth. silence in the halls. folded hands over modest skirts. the pain of being wronged. a wedding interrupted at the altar. dark brows. a horse riding up the path. the isolation of a church. gray skies. landscape as bleak as your soul. finding sanctuary. a bird flying free from its cage. discovering your worth. returning to a place that feels like home. falling in love in spite of yourself. schoolyards full of children. lying in bed while clasping a loved one’s hands in yours. hopeless prayers. hiding in an alcove to read. timid but strong. being true to oneself above all.

FRANKENSTEIN. grand prose. the glory of nature. playing god. the spark of madness that drives creation. stripped down to shirtsleeves. the gritty streets of the city. staying awake too long. snow-capped peaks. retreating from society. innocent recollections that become twisted. a lost paradise. lightning across a dark sky. to be destined for one alone. shouting from the top of a mountain. strewn corpses. the implements of a surgeon scattered across a surface. a bride on her wedding night. books left open to gather dust, pulled from shelves. dark circles beneath the eyes. the deathly pallor of a corpse. things alive that shouldn’t be. desiring a love of your own. feeling your soul restored with a bliss that cannot last. icy terrain. unsatisfactory endings.

THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. the long, fatal crack across a mirror. unearthly voices echoing through the dark. a duet. snow falling against statues of angels. the lament of a violin’s strings. resurrected hopes. the sensation of being watched. candles blowing out on their own. masquerade revelers. unrequited love. the snapping of a noose. an obscured face. the scintillating light of an ornate chandelier. mysterious and inexplicable catastrophes. watching your dreams shatter. curtains drawing back from a stage. devils that are angels. a soft kiss on the forehead. scratches of red ink. long capes and gloved hands. retreating to the rooftop. being led in a trance. love as your undoing and your salvation.

NORTHANGER ABBEY. the turrets of a gothic mansion made of stone. portraits looming above the stairwell. suspicion of all around you. dreaming of grandeur, awaking to normalcy. the sound of a carriage coming up the street. top hats and fine suits. dancing at a ball. the lavish throes of society. the thrill of being introduced. a mystery that goes ignored. chests that harbor secrets. old love letters. thumbing through the pages of a novel. disappointing the one you admire. the appearance of indifference. having your heart played with. grand rooms housing past memories. mistaken first impressions. affluent personages. kissing in the garden.

DRACULA. your life draining out of you. a castle on a lonely precipice. fog spreading through woodlands. dutifully kept journals. enthusiastic correspondence with one you love. blood dripping down the chin. a tongue stroking sharp teeth. the howling of wolves coming closer. wreathes of garlic hung about the room. rosary beads and crucifixes. violence that spans centuries. tall figures that cast long shadows. disturbing the silence of a grave. the sensation of leaving your homeland. not dead, only sleeping. last wishes. a long and arduous journey. an ominous ship at sea. the sound of shovels in the basement. eerie lights that obstruct your path. goblets of blood red wine. a stake through the heart. to be at peace at last.

tagged. @beliefruined tagging. @akhilaous

#【 ❝ i will never stop complaining and that is a promise ❞ 】 ✕ ooc.#【 ❝ walking through the field of gold ❞ 】 ✕ aes.#【 ❝ just a little fun ❞ 】 ✕ dash games.

@akhilaous said: ❛ can i ever call this place home? ❜

WOODKID

𝐎𝐁𝐈 - 𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐎 his son. ( son . . . the word is foreign on his mind, but he’s starting to realize just how accurate that word 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 in regards to anakin. the jedi was a family, but not in the 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 sense. and they certainly didn’t use 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 words like 𝐬𝐨𝐧. ) then up to the horizon. he’s nearing twenty . . . he’s an adult and yet . . .

gone is the small boy unsure of his place in the universe, and now stands a man taller than him now. taller and confident and . . . happy, he thinks. when they left the jedi he didn’t think they’d stay in one place for too long--- but this planet . . . they stayed first for a few weeks to help their relief efforts following a civil war. weeks turned to months turned to a year.

❝ probably not, ❞ he says with a sigh, ❝ i just got some intell from some of my old contacts. tensions are rising with systems planning to pull out of the republic. i want to investigate . . . ❞

and then, he adds, ❝ and i’ve heard an old friend of ours has been in some hot water lately. you remember padmé don’t you? ❞

#【 ❝ follow the light ❞ 】 ✕ verse v.#【 ❝ but the golden age is over ❞ 】 ✕ ic.#【 ❝ how long have i been away for now ❞ 】 ✕ asks.#akhilaous

@beliefruined said: ❛ i’m ready for the fight. ❜ ( sabé )

WOODKID

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 lent blaster. he grimaces as he glances past the corner. he can feel through the force just how many they’ll have to fight through to get to the other side. honestly--- he doesn’t know why he gets sent on so many of these missions. 𝐯𝐨𝐬 is more accustomed to these undercover missions. ( he knows that it’s in part because he’s on the council now. and in part it’s because of his incomplete shadow training. )

that won’t stop him from complaining, though. he smiles almost 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐋𝐘 when he hears his companion speak and nods. ❝ very well. i can tell you right now there’s about six people in the other room looking to kill us. you take three i take three? ❞

#【 ❝ but the golden age is over ❞ 】 ✕ ic.#【 ❝ never meant to be soldiers ❞ 】 ✕ verse ii.#beliefruined

considering how many stealth and infiltration missions the council sends obi-wan on, i wouldn’t be surprised if he had at least some stealth training. he probably wasn’t able to finish it because his priorities shifted to training anakin

#【 ❝ i will never stop complaining and that is a promise ❞ 】 ✕ ooc.

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