#upon a star ^ thread

[bexmatt]

quick to join

mattheo was a fan of anything that could get him out of the house, and too a fan of halloween. though mattheo had now reached being in korea for two years, he still didn’t have a lot of friends, mostly when he left his apartment, it was for work or to visit his grandmother. mattheo had always been used to friendships that would end as quickly as they begun, mattheo had met a lot of people in korea, but it was rare there ever was a second meeting. but mattheo was a guy who loved being around other people, he was a guy that much preferred being outside of his apartment than in it. so this event seemed amazing, and it was going on for long, and mattheo knew he’d visit as often as possible.

random play dance was something mattheo enjoyed, though he was still stuck with two left feet, it’d get better hopefully, it needed to be if he wanted to become an idol. for today he’s alone, went to the event with nobody else, he listens carefully if the next song is one he knows, and he does. it’s bite me, a choreography for two which mattheo learned alone. he’s quick to step into the circle, some people seem like they’ve already found a partner, he spots someone who stands alone like him “which part of the dance did you learn?” he’s quick to ask, before the chorus actually comes on.

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[shisasan]

by Zoltán Boros & Gabor Szikszai

[miki-files]

[ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver @stardust-gesso

— &&. non-verbal angst prompts

In the larger picture of things, there are many things that Miki remains unsure of.

She's a terrible cook. There's little to no confidence in the way she'd move around the kitchen, always expecting the worst to happen. The fire hydrant stays close to her at any time that she needs to be there, just in case.

She's not good with people, either. Small talk makes her anxious, she's never sure of the things she says and the things she does when she's with someone. Socializing is hard—she'd do things without a basis, never sure if she'd really be liked for it or not, but never knowing how else to go about it.

It's a drawback, and she knows it. She thinks too much. Enough that she thinks more than she does, and it falls back on her in the end—that is something that she does know.

Especially, especially, when it comes to work.

Wanderers allow no time for second-guessing, no time for hesitation. Not when they have little patience for it. Not for anyone else, and not for her, even more so with the nature of her Evol—

That, is something she knows, too.

Yet over the span of a single minute, she's made too many mistakes. Hesitated too much. Second-guessed too much.

And it had happened too quickly.

Her reaction was a second too late; Chu was faster—of course she was—and Miki had to wonder if it was her nature to balance her own hesitation and rush forward, but it had happened.

Chu took the hit for her.

That hit was supposed to be hers.

"No! W-w-wait— wait! Chu! A-are you—?!"

Over a million thoughts rush through her head right at the moment of impact, and she almost makes the same mistake twice. She feels her feet freeze in place; her line of sight follows her partner's figure as the hit knocks her away. She wants to run to her—wants to tell her she's sorry, wants to treat her wounds somehow—

This was not the time for second-guessing.

"Shit—ugh! Fine, I-I'll just—!"

She doesn't know if she's lucky that another couple slashes from her is enough to bring down the Wanderer in question, or if she's frustrated enough with everything and herself that she finally stops thinking. In the end, part of her still knows that Chu's attacks had done enough to wear down its shield to what it is now.

But it's not what's important anymore. She barely pays it any more mind before she's rushing towards the girl on the ground, and her expression carries with it an unmistakable fear that wasn't present during their fight in the first place.

Her hesitation will kill her—it could kill someone she cares about, too.

That is also something she knows. Now, more than ever.

Slightly panicked, she turns Chu over, places her hand over the wound with a slight pressure. Not enough. "No no no no, no, y-you're fine! You're going to be okay! Just— h-hold on—" She hastily cuts out pieces of the fabric of her uniform, barely caring how she destroys it if only to make a makeshift gauze as best as she can.

Stop the bleeding. She has to stop the bleeding. She can't get them out of here if she can't stop the bleeding.

Emergency... emergency contact... she could! She should ask for help...!

She feels for a pulse, and she's grateful it's there, grateful she can see her breathing, grateful for even the audacity of the smile that her partner dares give her.

"Don't! D-don't look at me like that! You... Y-you were reckless! That's not—you're not supposed to do that! Okay! Y-you can't just—I-I would've been fine! You know it was supposed to come after me, I...!"

A rush of words come out, and Miki doesn't usually speak this much, but she shakes her head insistently.

She doesn't have much of an excuse, but it's all that she can offer.

"You're... you'll be fine! We're, we're going to get out of here, they're gonna come get us, and then they'll get your wound treated, and...! A-and it'll be okay!"

Gently, somewhat sheepishly, she fixes Chu's hair, swallows thickly. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'll be a better partner next time, so you won't... have to pick up after me..."

[cpirits]

(( PLOTTED || @bringxthexfirexnsfwxroleplays said: [ 💫 "Neuvillette, are you done for the day? I was wondering if I can visit your room later." | From: Aether | ]

★ ━━━━━━ Buried in a few books at his desk, the Iudex hadn't heard that the Traveler was there, it seemed as though no one wanted to disturb him and perhaps Aether had said he'd be quiet upon entering the office.

Placing the text on the desk, he removed his round glasses that he used when working to not strain his eyes so much with all the reading. "Traveler, how nice to see you. Has Fontaine been treating you well? I hope all of her services have been good."

Noting the question he had posed, a smile peeked upon Neuvillette's face. "I don't see why I cannot be, I'm actually a little sore from sitting here for hours."

Standing from his chair, he smoothed his clothing,, marking his place in the book and closing all he had open, putting them neatly in the corner of the desk. Tugging his gloves a bit on his wrists, he grabbed his walking cane, coming around the piece of furniture.

"If you wish, you can accompany me now to my quarters, I have no reason to wait, unless you wanted to allow me a nap first?"

[thesymphonytrue]

10 characters, 10 fandoms

RULES: List your ten favourite characters from ten separate fandoms then tag ten people!

Thanks to @aragarna for the tag! ❤️❤️

In no particular order (although Peter IS my number one lol 😂) also, separate fandoms is hard bc there are several characters from a lot of these fandoms that I love dearly!!

1. Peter Burke, White Collar

2. Frodo Baggins, The Lord of the Rings

3. Padme Amidala, Star Wars

4. Kell Maresh, Shades of Magic book series

(Art below from the illustrated copy of the book, which I just got and it’s gorgeous!! Art by @_saintdri on instagram)

5. John Watson, Sherlock

6. Rebecca Welton, Ted Lasso

7. Addie LaRue, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

(Yes, two V.E. Schwab characters. Lol I’m obsessed with her books rn)

(Artwork by Catherine Crowley from the illustrated edition of the book)

8. Belle, Beauty and the Beast

9. George O’Malley, Grey’s Anatomy

10. Regina, Once Upon a Time

(Okay I’m digging deep at this point and this is a blast from the past but gahh she was such a complex character!)

Oh shoot I forgot to tag!!! I think most of my friends have been tagged…if you were missed, consider this your tag! ❤️❤️❤️

[mikiquette]

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver. - @sylus-hds-7213

— &&. yellow sunrise; mixed action prompts

She doesn't remember how long he's been staying over.

Her eyes are bleary, vision blurred from the pounding of pain in her head. The heat doesn't help much, either—it's been too long since she'd gotten a fever as high as this, that even when she sits herself up as he enters her room, a whimper falls from her lips.

It's embarrassing. Perhaps under normal circumstances, she'd simply shy away from being seen as vulnerable as she is at the moment. But, now... she no longer has the energy to.

Instead, her vision focuses on Sylus' figure, sees him sit down near her and set down a little tray by her side. She doesn't quite make up what's on the tray, except the vague silhouette of her favorite mug.

"Sy..." It's a quiet whisper. She can't help but reach for him, weakly tugging on his hand as if to ask for a hug. She doesn't remember how long he's been over, but she finds that in this moment, she's never been more grateful that he is.

"M'not hungry..." she nuzzles into him, something akin to the movements of a cat. "Just... hold me first... Don't leave again..."

[repotting]

just saw the most painfully unfunny, stupidly mischaracterizing tweet thread about what some guy thinks would make a hilaaaaarious tng season 8 and seeing that he wrote for fucking rick and morty was so vindicating

[limayde]

70. There is No Love Wishing Upon a Star (Volume 3)

This shit is so angsty, I'm eating it up. Eri finally figuring herself out was so goooood. But she feels like she can't do anything about it because Fuyuki's dating someone else. God it's such a mess I can't wait to see where it goes.

[caelcstis]

@r3dblccd wanted a starter. random cheese of truth chose: jupiter bc his birthday's this weekend

" i mean, if you want my honesty: i don't do a lot for my birthday - never had. " having attention shared between four other siblings, let alone three of them despised him, jupiter tried his best to stay quiet - at least as a child. once those tween and teen years came up, he was as loud and obnoxious as he was today.

admiring his new set of nails idly, he shrugged. " i mean, regulus always did his best for what he could do for me. i wasn't as grateful as i am today for everything he did, but he really did try for me- for all of us. " even if it was just getting a cold slice of cake from a bakery at the end of the day or regulus actually had the time to spare and make him some soup - even if jupiter's birthday was often during the hottest days of the year.

" i don't mind you making a deal out of it, i'm not gonna stop you. but, i can't really give you ideas of what i like to do on my birthday babe. "

[crystal-verse]

FFXIVwrite Day 1 - Steer

(More under the cut for length purposes)

You do not know this kind of creature. It is -- large, and strong, and a skittish prey animal and oh, you are going to die, you are going to fall off and then this horse will trample all over you until your bones are broken and you are dead--

"Don't worry so much." Assures Buqatai, the Mol who had offered to teach you. (Had been told by Fate to teach you, or one of the other gods that spoke to the Mol, some times. So said Temulun Khatun, she who hears the gods' voices clearer. She hears your voice most clearly of all, you being in the flesh to speak, your soul bound to that Tower with its spires reaching into the heavens.)

"Horses can be very dangerous." You point out, not illogically.

"The horse will not hurt you." Buqatai replies, evenly, with a hint of laugh in his voice. "You are far stronger than it."

"This body is not." You stress, sitting in the saddle as if the horse would suddenly toss you off. It might. You don't know. You've never ridden a horse before -- and riding horses is much different from riding chocobos, or other creatures. It's terrifying! The horse is taller than you are!

"It will be easy," Buqatai reassures, "once you have gotten used to the act."

And, thinking logically, Buqatai is right. But you are not thinking logically right now. Raha, you wonder, have you ever suffered something like this? (Probably not. Or -- maybe. He'd made quite a surprised noise when you first had him ride chocoboback with you, those many years ago. How softened the memory is, by time.)

"If you are sure." You say, instead of lingering in your thoughts. "Remind me again what to do?"

The instructions that Buqatai gives are easy, and simple to follow. Were you any more prideful you'd perhaps be embarrassed -- but you are a god in mortal flesh, and you know better than to be embarassed by being unused to things you'd never tried before. Why should you be embarassed for struggling to ride a horse? You've never gotten practice at such a thing. You know this. The Mol know this. There is no judgement, or mockery, only patient, gentle teaching. As it should be. (The Mol are your favorite Xaela tribe, and have been for quite some while. Fate, and the other gods that you once shared the skies with, speak and the Mol listen. They are good people, the Mol. Kind-hearted. Gentle. Willing to wander whither you or your kin would direct them. You do not do such a thing, not anymore -- in a mortal vessel, the act seems different, like something you are not to do. Perhaps that is why you do not steer them with your words, why you smile softly but do not answer their questions with much other than vagueness. You do not want to give things that could be heard as orders.

With you in mortal flesh, it puts you at too much of an advantage to your kin. The Mol are to hear all of their old, still-remembered gods, that share the sky. You are the oldest god, and they remember you much, and you would not want to prevent your kin from saying their pieces. Would not want to smother their authority with your own. If Temulun asks, you will share your thoughts, but only as thoughts. You are a god but you are also mortal, in the present moment, and so 'tis not your place to steer the way the Mol live.)

"May I try, now?" You ask, gently, as you ease yourself out of that musing, and recall the advice that Buqatai had given you. "I can do it, I think. The horse will not hurt me."

"The horse will not hurt you." Buqatai confirms yet another time, a smile on his face this time.

Gently, you urge the horse to move forward. It does. And so, for this brief moment -- you are not a god, nor are you one of the two Warriors of Light, nor are you someone fighting to save Doma from Garlemald's clutches -- no, for this moment you are just K'pheli Tia, a person riding a horse, and who is one of the Mol, taken in alike to a long-lost cousin. It is a nice thing to be.

[thefearedsouls]

| open ; padme amidala ( in a fairytale bases setting ) |

"I am not a child. Might I remind you that I have been the Queen since I was a child." The queen states. "You don't think that I know when something is wrong? You're worried what is it, tell me now so I can help." Amidala said, breaking into her own voice and not the one she'd chosen for the Queen she'd become.

[bexmatt]

spooky scary karaoke

matt was happy to get out of his apartment, do something else than work and visiting his grandmother. as much as he loved his grandmother (and her cat), and as much as loved his colleagues and students, sometimes he wanted to hang out with people his own age. so when mattheo heard of the halloween market, he made sure to find space in his calendar for it, trying to join as often as he could. for today he’d dragged along stevie, a friend of his, and the two were joining a karaoke event.

“i know i came to korea to become a singer and all, but don’t expect too much from me” mattheo had improved greatly in his singing, but had he become the best? far from it still. “do you wanna choose the song? oh! can we do a duet, that’d be fun, i don’t think i’ve heard you sing before?”.

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[astoldbyfolkslore]

[ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick "Don't worry, I'm here for you!" she chirped, while she gently passed a wet cloth on his forehead. "You'll be fine brother"

A groan could be heard from the archer , rather reluctant to accept the care . He was fine , truly ! Even if .. every other sign was against him. In truth, he just hated being out of commission, considering there were so many other things that could be done, and yet, here was stuck in his bed due to a cold. In a sense to him .. it was humiliating. Yet, despite all of his huffing and puffing, he wasn’t alone in this.

Takumi had his younger sister! Which made it feel as if this dreaded sickness was somewhat easier. " Thank you, Sakura .. " Would he softly mumble, eyes closing feeling the cloth upon his head. A soft hum at the coolness upon his forehead made the room feel as it were a bit cooler.

" Be careful though .. I don’t want you to get sick .. cause of looking after me. “ He grumbled, tired hues peeking from underneath closed slits. Not to mention that he would feel guilty for getting her sick, from taking care of him. A tad bothered by how bright the light was, yet far too tired to properly make a complaint about it. Only refuting it by closing his eyes once more. Throat rather scratchy, Takumi would let out a small cough to try and soothe it. Though .. it didn’t have to much of the result he had expected.

[miki-files]

[ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears

— &&. non-verbal angst prompts

It's a cloth they've spun over a thousand times.

When she was six, the autumn leaves that fell to the sidewalk were beautiful to her. She'd plucked a leaf from the ground, set it gently in her pocket with hopes that it would be with her forever, from then on. There were hundreds of other leaves—she chose that one, because it reminded her of the sunsets she liked to watch with him from the window. It was a pretty orange.

But the leaf was gone when they got home. Her coat had a tear she'd never noticed; the leaf had easily slipped out of her pocket and returned to the pavements they'd walked. It might have been the first time she cried like that—not the open wailing that children often did, but a silent one. One with shock, and denial, and shame all in one, suddenly so desperate to turn away from the Caleb that she'd expected to tease her for crying over a trivial matter.

He didn't, though. Instead, he looked at her and told her that her tears made him sad, too.

At ten, she tripped over a pebble in a silly game of tag. It stung; the concrete was anything but nice to her, and the scrape that formed on her knee felt like something more than just that. Fourth grade—she was a big girl, and big girls didn't cry at the little things.

Yet she knelt quietly on the ground, and she did cry. And the other children didn't care—but Caleb did. He noticed when the tears fell, held her to soothe. She didn't need to speak, but he was there. She didn't want to have him see, but he would gladly. That afternoon, he took her out to their favorite ice cream parlor to help her feel a little better.

At sixteen, an argument with her friends at school weighed heavy on her heart. She didn't greet Caleb like she normally would when she got home, not that day. She'd holed herself up in her room, tried to process things on her own even when she knew that she couldn't.

Caleb knocked, he always did. Walked in with sheets of paper, taught her how to fold a paper plane for the very first time so she can write things out and make her thoughts fly far, far away, where they couldn't hurt her anymore. He told her not to hide from him, that she's still pretty when she cries, that it doesn't matter if she has to be emotional in front of him. Because he'll listen.

And at twenty-three, he stands in front of her in the living room, exactly the way that he does.

Exactly the way that she knows he does.

And he doesn't know—she hadn't spoken about it, not yet. Tried playing things off as usual, like the mishap at the mission, like failing a mission, didn't bother her at all. Simple things, normal things, following him around like a puppy and watching him cook as he easily made himself feel at home again in her apartment. In her head, this was a chance—he's back in Linkon again in so long, so why should she dampen the mood with her troubles? It's not important, she thinks, not as important of enjoying the time that she has with him.

But he does know.

He knows her too well.

A moment of eye-contact, a brief moment of pause.

She knows he knows, that even when she turns, even when she excuses herself, even when she gets up to leave—

It's the same thing. The same thread, the same cloth.

Tears fall, she looks away. She holds back sobs as best as she can, but her lips tremble. And then she feels the way he holds her.

He gently crowds her space, gently holds her chin, the same, very same way he has all those years ago... and even now.

This is a cloth they've spun over a thousand times.

Here, again, the the spinning begins anew.

"D-don't look at me..." she whispers, even if she can guess how he would refute. "I-it's pathetic, it's not even important right now, don't ask me about it, I-I just...!"

Her eyes close. If only to avoid looking back into those sunset eyes, all the love, and the care, and the reassurance in them that would break her—

Her eyes close.

"Not like this, Caleb... Not when I'm like this, Caleb, please, please, don't look at me..."

I just wanted to be happy sharing a meal with you again.

[bexmatt]

beyuji

“probably not.” yuji says quietly, staring at the male with a pensive look. she’s not sure if anyone would grade that comment that high. or she’d hope– at least. she’d worry more about society that way. yuji watches him with a critical eye as he stands up. her eyes move from his feet, to the puddle then to his form– at the ready to step back if the clumsy stranger slips up again. he doesn’t right away, thankfully. yuji lets out a little sigh of relief, nodding her head in agreement. “that might be best.” she comments, corner of her mouth twitching at the corner when he smiles. her eyes move to the puddle, then back to him– blinking slowly at him before raising an eyebrow. she trusts that he’d save her as far as she could throw him. she’s sure he’d try though– but yuji is sure something klutzy would happen in the attempt. “i’m not much of a puddle jumper.” her shoes will get wet, and she’s not prepared to go have to buy a new pair if the water damages them too much. “i like being out in the rain, but i don’t like getting wet.” she muses, huffing a soft laugh under her breath. it’s a little silly, when she thinks about it. the vibe of the rain has only been something she enjoyed. she worries too much about her health to go and play around in it, and it’s far more inconvenient to clean up after playing in the rain than it is to just decide not to do it. “aren’t you worried you’ll catch a cold?”

mattheo loves rain, there never was much rain when he lived in australia. the country was hot, he was forced to almost always wear shorts and shirts or he’d die from the heat. in korea he got to wear his warm comfortable sweatpants and hoodies, and he got to experience rain. maybe mattheo had lived in korea for more than two years now, but that didn’t make him any less excited to see rain. generally, he was very excited here in korea, about everything, everything that was different from australia. mattheo loved australia, but he’s pretty sure he loves korea more.

this isn’t mattheo’s first jumping in a puddle and falling, hell it isn’t even his first time that a stranger sees him jump into a puddle and fall, but that doesn’t make this less embarrassing. jumping around in puddles like a kid and having a stranger watch as he falls… twice!

“i guess being a puddle jumper is a dangerous job” he shrugs “not everyone is as brave as me” brave or dumb? “you could easily break a bone, such thing would never happen to me” good question, how has mattheo never broken a bone? “you… like the rain, but don’t like getting wet?” he tilts his head, confused, “not sure that one makes sense” he shrugs. “i’d argue jumping in puddles is worth the risk of getting sick, besides, if i do get sick, i know my grandma would shower me in delicious food” he shows a smile.

[bravewolfvesperia]

🌙 Transgressor Yuri moodboard. 🌙