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#𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐒𝐓𝐑 : 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘'𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝. - 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒏. ©

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WHERE TO FIND MOTLEY:

i’m more frequently on @motleysaints (canon and oc multimuse) and the recently established @faithgunned (captain rex from the clone wars)

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happy Valentine’s Day give Charles a smooch

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WHERE TO FIND MOTLEY:

i’m more frequently on @motleysaints (canon and oc multimuse) and the recently established @faithgunned (captain rex from the clone wars)

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me: does one reply me: I’VE DONE IT! DRAFTS! GO ME!

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felinewiles​ / FELICIA HARDY :

      Cats   weren’t   supposed   to   come   when   CALLED   -   yet,   here   the   feline   was,   bare   pads   of   feet   on   floor   and   soon   after   tucking   herself   in   the   space   between   his   throat   and   collarbone.   For   someone   so   self   proclaimed   WILD   (   for   now   at   least   )   Felicia   was   content   curling   up   against   him   in   sleep.   “One   woman.   Big   city.   You   do   the   math,”   the   blonde   whispered.   The   specific   CHAOS   of   her   night   could   wait   till   the   morning.   The   News   would   probably   get   to   it   first,   anyways.   “Go   to   sleep.”   Three   words   whispered   hardly   for   his   BENEFIT   but   her   own.   Right   now   she   could   REST.   She   was   here.   With   him.   

“ there are other vigilantes you could leave some work behind for, ” fingertips drag aimlessly up and down her arm as he speaks, “ i’m sure they’d appreciate something to keep them occupied. ” his arm tightens around her as she settles in beside him - charles knows he ought not to get used to this, but there’s something so comforting in her warmth splayed out beside him that makes him want to hold on to her and never let go. “ soon, ” he hums, free hand leaving her arm to gently ghost across the skin of her cheek. charles is tactile in the worst way, especially when tired - hands wander in search of warmth and closeness, a far cry for his prim and proper, distanced civility in waking hours. “ you seem unsettled, love. what’s on your mind? ”

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HELLO I’M ALIVE !!!!

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tell me, love, how are you still so soft? how are you not made of edges? how can you look at the world and still see so much good when it has done you so much wrong?

and tell me, love, what is it like to have a heart that big? do you feel the weight of it with every breath? how can your heart hold so much pain and so much love at the same time?

tell me, love, how has the world not carved you into something sharp?

— please tell me it never will // p.s.

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am i writing up a star wars verse for charles courtesy of @solereus and their immaculate mind? absolutely. mind ur business (or don’t, talk to me about jedi charles please)

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wiggles. hello. i moved this weekend and it is now time for second semester, so my activity is about to get nerfed!

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felinewiles​ / FELICIA HARDY :

      RIGHT.   Because   she’s   so   incapable   of   making   a   GOOD   decision.   Maybe   he’s   right.   Maybe,   thats   just   what   pisses   her   off   so   fervently.   “Is   that   all   I   am   to   you?”   Don’t   answer   Charles   -   it   is   a   very   cruel,   very   well   placed   TRAP.   “One   mistake,   one   misstep   away   from   disaster?”   The   wall   sconce   flickers;   bulb   giving   way   to   that   BAD   LUCK   as   it   tickled   its   way   under   her   skin.   “Tell   me   I’m   wrong.   Tell   me   that   this…   this   whole   thing   wasn’t   just   about   trying   to   CHANGE   ME.”   She   can’t   stand   to   look   at   him   in   the   doorway,   conveniently   blocking   her   path.   No   matter,   they   both   knew   how   fond   she   was   of   ledges.   

“ it’s never been about changing you, felicia, ” he speaks, because charles has never known a trap when he sees one. for all of his intelligence, he's never learned to quit while he’s ahead - always pushing a step further, pushing the other away. you can’t fix everything, charles. it only gets you into trouble. “ it’s only ever been about loving you, ” foolish of him to think that alone would be enough to make her stay. it’s never stopped others from leaving, has it? raven had warned him, years ago, that his saviour complex would be his downfall someday. he’s tied between letting bitterness win him over or letting sorrow swallow him whole. perhaps there’s room in his chest for a healthy dose of both, in the end. “ i learned a long time ago that i can’t stop you from leaving. do what you will. ” charles says quietly as he shifts out of the doorway towards the cabinet where he keeps his scotch.

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lexpxrdus​ / ERIK LEHNSHERR :

“perhaps, if you’re inclined to thinking too much.” experience-hardened eyes move over charles’ face, trying to read his expression in such a way that erik is not quite accomplished at ( if only he had the ability to read minds! then again, he’d probably lose himself to the insanity of it all ). “what makes you feel so alone these days, charles?” there are more than enough people around them, after all.

“ haven’t i always been? ” words are followed with a bitter laugh - he’s accustomed to hitting himself where it hurts. thinking too much is charles’ specialty. gaze lifts to erik’s, blue eyes as sincere as ever as he searches his old friend’s features, but there’s a touch of sadness to his gaze that he hopes erik has enough good sense not to ask about. “ one can always be surrounded by people and still be lonely, erik. ” st. charles, ever the martyr, making a home for others and forgetting to keep sanctuary for himself. hasn’t he always forgotten himself?

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i ... desperately want a thread of charles w his own kid. like a bio kid or a kid he adopts i just ... DAD CHARLES ....

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when sleeping at last said ‘it looks like empathy to understand all sides, but i’m just trying to find myself through someone else’s eyes’ charles felt that

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traumatvrge​ / DR. STEPHEN STRANGE :

                                         𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @genotypiic​

  ❝ I MIGHT NOT HAVE A CHOICE IN THE MATTER.You know I have to protect the Time Stone at all costs. ❞

“ i know you don’t, i just- ” charles pauses then to collect himself - he’s getting a touch overwhelmed, which will do neither of them any good. he swallows hard and chooses his next words carefully, “ i won’t force your hand, or to make a promise you can’t keep, but if you find it at all possible when all of this is over ... please come home to me. ”

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mtchstck​ / LIVVY SOTO :

“ i mean, i got it mostly under control before it got really bad but- ” livvy gestures vaguely, her hands stained with soot “ it’s still preeeeeeeeeetty bad, especially for something i didn’t even do it on purpose ”

eyes drop to her soot stained palms and another weary sigh escapes him, “ small blessings. was anyone hurt? ” no one’s come running yet, besides livvy, so charles assumes everyone has gotten away unscathed. he can’t say the same for his kitchen, though. “ let’s go survey the damage. ” all charles has to do is follow the smell of smoke. 

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an angsty starter call from your favourite telepath!