#likcthestar.

[rietveild]

♦ — continued from here with @likcthestar ,

❝ CHARMING. ❞ kaz replies sarcastically, his voice gravelly and low. he had no interest in gorging himself on waffles in front of her. ❝ i received correspondence from an old acquaintance in ravka. they've got a rather...infuriating sense of humor. they like to send me coded documents and letters and this one's all in ravkan. i'd simply have it translated but that would alter the coded message. ❞

there was no ravkan acquaintance and kaz most certainly did not surround himself with anyone who would waste his time and resources sending pointless codes back and forth like they were children. he'd stolen the documents from the ravkan embassy. they were private letters and business dealings he could use as leverage. he could pay her less for the same service under the guise of the documents being secrets among allies rather than political blackmail. ❝ if what i hear about you is true, i can't imagine you wouldn't be capable of completing this task within the confines of your stay in ketterdam. ❞

[labnatus]

❛ the worst is behind us, okay? we’re gonna be fine. ❜ featuring — @likcthestar

as a little girl she'd dreamed of freedom. the confines of the lab had been all she'd known. she'd scoot to the very edge of the cells, as close as possible to the one next to her, and she'd weave fascinating tales of escape to the girl in the cell next to her's. and then to the boy. and then, eventually, the cell was empty. the only person left alive to dream with her was herself. the lab had been her birth, her destruction, her home, and it would have been her final resting place, someday.

but then she'd finally found that escape she'd always dreamed of and dakota discovered that, in the overbearing vastness of the universe, she wasn't sure she knew what to do with it.

her foot bounces anxiously, he knees pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. she smiles weakly, ❝ yeah ! yeah i know that it's just ... ❞ she nervously picks at her lips, ❝ well uh y'know, i don't even ... like know what i'm going to do tomorrow. and believe me, that's so beyond exciting to me but ... ❞ she clears her throat and looks up, ❝ if you spend your whole life breathing in smoke from a burning house, your lungs adjust to the smoke and then they don't know what to do when they get clean air. so they die. metaphorical, obviously, but i sorta worry i'm the burnt lungs. ❞ she clicks her tongue, ❝ how much do you know about neuroplasticity ? ❞

[streetslost]

❛  it's okay if you don't want to talk about it. maybe we can just sit here for a while instead.  ❜

A MEME FROM LITERALLY OVER A MONTH AGO - @likcthestar

FINGERS PRESSED into the concrete, feeling the rough texture below digging into the crevices of her skin, burying and pricking. an ache she could bear, one she clung to, a feeling that she understood and could actually handle. anything ELSE just then was a weight her shoulders wouldn't hold presently. she was getting crushed beneath, and cat even seemed to sink further and further towards the earth until she was fully lying on her stomach. perhaps lying s p r a w l e d on the sidewalk was a ridiculous place to be, but the area of old warehouses and long alleys was empty. echoed noises of the wind brushing trash along could be heard, a symphony accompanied by distant cars humming and honking... the dilapidated buildings seemed hollow as they towered over the two. the street rat had simply given up with the day, letting it defeat her, forcing her to sit, to be found, and now eventually looking like roadkill merely brushed to the side of the street. "there's nothing to talk 'bout." a lie and the truth at the same time. so much to say yet n o t h i n g to reason. her life, the past, her trauma, her hope, her sorrows, everything... it all led to this moment as it did every moment after. inhale and exhale... inhale and exhale, forever trapped in a comedy of errors. except the laughter was her own head, and it was dead before the tragedy to come. "i jus'... don't feel good."

[famefound]

HELLO!!! IT’S BEEN SO LONG :D I’m glad you’re still around!!

HIIIIII!! Oh my gosh it has been so LONG, I RECOGNIZED YOUR NAME ALMOST IMMEDIATELY. HELLO YES WELCOME BACK TO THE HELL HOLE. I'm so happy to see you!!!! I hope you are doing well for yourself!!! 🥰🥰🥰

[pistolslinger]

What is their discord profile like? ( profile picture , name , servers )

CHARACTER QUESTIONS.

i. can't imagine him using discord ever to be honest 😭 he'd use whatever IM apps his friends use, and for the same reason i can't imagine the crows using discord together either?? they probably have like an imessage groupchat, or a whatsapp group, but for the sake of the question —

the name is: jesper ✨ servers he's in: just one with the crows probably his pfp: this thing (it matches nina's)

[streetslost]

OF COURSE SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO, but cat felt the sticky sensation of enclosure running up her spine. the comfort was minimal, even if companion addressed the very thing that agonized the brunette about being there. trapped... held down, WEAK. something else played in her skull, she stood there frozen, thoughtful. green depths skewed a glance over, "i can't afford to pay for wha'ever was wrong with me." she should r e m e m b e r, but her brain fumbles with the thoughts. it's mostly darkness, mostly hurt.

“You don’t have to!” The words are out of her mouth before she can stop them, and then she curses herself. Obviously, Cress. “I know it must be— um, scary. To wake up somewhere like this. It’s… when I woke up, like that, I thought I was trapped somewhere.” Again. “But you’re not trapped here. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

[thebibliosphere]

FYI I didn’t know how to explain “famous blogger I follow for feels writing and dumb posts about robots whose medical history I know an alarming amount about” to my coworker while talking about maple syrup recipes, so. we’re friends now. because that’s easier.

You should try explaining to your friends and family why you have so many sexy skeleton statues around the house and an abundance of mugs that say some variation of “world’s best mom”/“cryptid” when you have neither children nor the inclination to spawn any, haha

But excellent, I’m always down to make new friends.

[caffeinewitchcraft]

I know I’ve probably already flooded your notes but I’ve been going through (and loving!) all your stories— I just bought I Reap You Not and absolutely TORE through it, and I wondered if you’ve thought about a possible sequel? It seemed like there were so many loose ends, and the suspense about her heritage is killing me!! (lol) Also, that moment near the end where she Rises for the first time? spectacular. my heart was absolutely racing.

AAAAAAAHH Thank you so much! I love it when people go through my writing tag (X), even after years of being on this site, I get so much joy from people reading my work!

I Reap You Not (X) is definitely one of my stories with a sequel! I’m still working through my current project, but it’s next on my list and I’m hopeful to get it out this year!

For those of you interested, my book I Reap You Not  is based on these prompt fills! (X)

[blue-mood-blue]

hey, can we give a quick shoutout to clint for giggling in the bg every once in a while over an accidental pun or innuendo his sons make while they firmly ignore him and continue with their emotional moment (ex: “Do you believe in fate, Aubrey?” *clint giggling* “...Sure.”)

Clint is enjoying the heck out of this while his children are just trying to keep the dramatic tension high, and I appreciate this about him

The subtle background-Clint noises have been a wonderful thing about this podcast for a long time

[yachhan]

tbt when u were a Wendy blog

omg its been like 4 years since then.... i may not be a wendy blog anymore but ill always love her with all my heart! i still see people rp’ing on the same accounts from back then too and it always makes me happy :’)

[rietveild]

❝ don’t i have a say in this? i’m sitting right here. ❞ ➝ @likcthestar

❝ no. ❞ the answer comes smoothly, easily. she would certainly argue for something preposterous and waste the little time that they had. kaz would not waste time in order to prevent ruffling her feathers. she was being tracked and cress had done enough work for kaz that, whoever was after her, could be tied back to him. he knew better than to risk it.

he needed answers and there was a clear way to gain them. ❝ this person wants you, so we're going to give you to them. ❞ she would be bait and it would give kaz everything he needed to know. ❝ they won't kill you. ❞ they'd have already tried if that's what they wanted. ❝ i'll take care of them as soon as we have what we need. ❞

[titanslayer]

FYI you did say “I’m gonna take a nap and see you in a bit” and then fuckin. drop off the face of the earth. so I am maybe not surprised ppl thought u were dead

I WAS REALLY TIRED :(

[streetslost]

KYLIEEEEE HELLO IT’S BEEN FOREVER

holy sMOKES HI? forever is an understatement?? welcome back to the hellsite O: it's been like?? over three years since i've seen you i feel like i'm getting whiplash but also delighted !!!

[famefound]

WHERE SHOULD YOU BE KISSED?

cheek. you are made of light. your cheeks hurt from grinning, sun-kissed and lifting in a bubbling laugh. you should be kissed there. and often. a reminder that you are a joy to be around, and that your smiling face is a gift.

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[likcthestar]

likcthestar— indie. mutuals only. Crescent Moon Darnel of the Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer, a Rapunzel of the future. established 2016, revamped 2023. written by Holly (21+, she/they)

slow replies, and under construction. I am open to shipping, duplicates, AUs, and anything fun. will be revamping rules and about pages as soon as I get a functional laptop.

I’m aware that many people don’t know who my muse is, and that’s okay. if you’re interested but don’t know how to interact, send me an ask! I’m happy to talk.

[thebibliosphere]

would you say Good Omens is a good place to start with Terry Pratchett? it seems cool from the posts I’ve seen you reblog, but I don’t know anything about his books except those posts and like. there’s a world turtle? and a skeleton Santa. aaaaand... magic? I’m lost, there’s so many books, help.

Good Omens is in a seperate universe from the rest of Pratchett’s work, so there’s no giant turtle in Good Omens. That said if you’ve never read any of his and @neil-gaiman‘s work, then you can’t go far wrong with starting with Good Omens.

If you want to start on Discworld, my suggestion is to either start with the Death series (which starts with Mort), The Guards Series (Starts with Guards! Guards!) or the Witches series which technically starts with Sorcery, but not really until Wyrd Sisters, but you can also start with the Tiffany Aching books (intended for YA) which is also part of the Witch series.

There’s also the Industrial Revolution books but I feel like those work better after you’ve gotten to know the city through the Guards books :)

Small Gods may also be a good starter book, and works as a good standalone novel in the overarching series.