carry on my wayward son (ap)

private mangaverse kaworu nagisa rp written by jordan

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my tags are a mess i think i might purge and remake this blog

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“I love Steely.”

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“Steely died.”

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“I love Steely.”

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"Cherub, the name of that game isn't... Forget it."

     ❝ I’m well aware that ‘stick-ball’ is probably not the name of the game; it’s just one that I came up with based on my own observations.  If you want to be helpful, then tell me what the game is really called. ❞

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shadowyseasangel replied to your post: “Youngest Tabb-- Ahm. Kaworu, teach me the game of balls.”

Ahh? I was unaware of these other games of balls. I was specifically referring to the one where the rules call for the throwing of the white and red-stitched ball.

     ❝ That would be stick-ball!  There are two teams.  One team wields the stick.  They use it to defend themselves from the other team’s leader throwing the white and red-stitched ball at them at a high velocity.  It’s quite mean, but more often than not they miss the stick-wielder.  The stick-wielder misses sometimes, too.  So, really, it’s all sad and embarrassing.  But the current stick-wielder has three chances to hit the ball into the other team’s territory.  The other team scrambles to retrieve the ball and return it to the bases.  The bases are a limiting track that the successful stick-wielder must run all the way around before the ball reaches the one that they’re standing on.  If they complete their lap, it is a victory.  If they get tagged, it is the other team’s victory.  Also the teams will randomly switch roles in the middle of the game, probably because being a stick-wielder is extremely stressful and humans try to help shoulder the burdens of their kind.  Though this makes little sense, because they’re still bombarding each other with balls.  I think that it represents the futility of empathy. ❞

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seashoresavior:

“And that is not all,” remarks Tabris, producing a second item from the realm of nought.  “I acted now and received this– the Slip Chap.  Would you like to see a demonstration?”

     The surprises keep coming.  But Kaworu has already admitted ignorance to one form of Lilim ingenuity; two in a row is crippling to his ego.  So he wrestles down the curiosity, training a look of skepticism on the device.  

     ❝ Oh.  I know all about the Slip Chap, ❞ he lies.  ❝ But...let’s use it to see if it actually works. ❞

     Nailed it.

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"Is it really true that galaxies can have a smell? If so, what's the worst galaxy you've ever smelled?"

     ❝ …Are you okay? ❞

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i’ll be getting to the rest of those inbox calls today!  i got the woru muse.

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thiirdboy replied to your post: all kaworu did in the hunger games was scare...

{{ Hey I mean…for once he outlasted Shinji :’) }}

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all kaworu did in the hunger games was scare someone off, receive a hatchet, and pick fruit my son did not deserve this

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derverlust replied to your post “OKAY HOLY SHIT i know i just got here but activity might be slow the...”

we Need to write.........

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OKAY HOLY SHIT i know i just got here but activity might be slow the next couple of days because it is my cousin’s birthday, it’s oysterfest weekend (yeah.  we celebrate oysters here.  what about it?), and i’m moving.  but once the dust settles i promise i’ll be back!

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@thiirdboy​ || [ x ]

     Kaworu’s is an existence wrought with destruction; his life would end along with everything else that managed to survive the consequences of his birth.  The death of the self, one way or another.

     And he knows that’s all he’s good for.

     ...But something in him--perhaps that which makes him so strange from other Angels--wants to contest that.  

     ❝ Maybe the reason you don’t know what you could do is that you haven’t thought about it enough, ❞ he proposes.  Once or twice, he says, when it’s something nameless and uneasy that keeps Kaworu up most nights.  ❝ Shinji, don’t you play some kind of instrument? ❞

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like this for a woru in your askbox

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auxiliums:

          “please let me sleep.” 

     “Would you like to sleep with me?”

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like this for a woru in your askbox