#the fallen star ; ic ;

[puppeteerpoet]

Sometimes a comfort character is a character that barely had a moment of comfort their entire life

[reginrokkr]

Footprints are left in their wake one by one on the blanket of snow, step by step as Dáinsleif treads the grounds of unknown lands. No sight of humankind nor of any shape or form of any civilization left behind or human activity whatsoever. Only monsters he hasn't seen before, while they are reminiscent of Abyss-affiliated fiends judging by the powers they draw and sometimes the anthropomorphic form they have. As star beasts in Teyvat, these are no laughing matter nor deserve to let one's guard down no matter how skilled one may be.

The sheer cold and snow that never seems to melt begets curiosity within the seraph's mind, ever wondering about the ecosystem of this world and if that is the reason why there is no human life here— or perhaps there may be none at all to be had if humans don't exist in this place. Dáinsleif is cognizant of the fact that inhospitable lands can be incompatible with other forms of life, too.

Not long before he decides to rest does he see from afar metallic fences and machinery that he opts for walking some more and have a look, albeit never intruding into territory he doesn't know. Whoever or whatever created this, he cannot be sure whether they will act kindly within his presence. Where creations lay so must loom nearby their creators and ere long does Dáinsleif find out that said creators are humans. Good, so long as mankind exists in this star, so his possibilities to learn about this vast universe will increase.

Rubescent lips part to heave a content sigh for such pleasant discovery and so Dáinsleif turns on his heels to leave. His aching muscles beg for rest, so does his mind after an undetermined amount of time walking and seeing little more than a vast albor ocean of snow. Somewhere discreet where he cannot be found yet not too far from the settlement is the chosen location to rest until a fox's cry causes his guard to be up once more, trained eyes in search of any presence that must've caused the tundra animal to be in distress.

Against his aching muscle's will, he rouses on his feet and searches for any living being activity within his vicinities. The source of the cry is found with immediacy as soon as a man's figure —judging by his muscular-looking back and broad shoulders— crouching catches his attention. With one hand he holds the poor fox in place while it struggles to thrash about in order to break free from his grasp and with the other snow is grabbed and brought to his lips. Despite the oddity of eating or drinking snow, stellar pupils take notice of a patch of blood making itself evident through the fabric of his top-wear on his arm.

❝You are hurt.❞ Only after these words abandon his lips does the seraph berate himself mentally at the prospect that the man may not understand the language. Even so, his voice stands low and gentle, tone does wonders to communicate feelings when language cannot establish a bridge of understanding. Dáinsleif ignores if what little fauna that lives in these snowy plains may be drawn to blood and thus put the man in danger, or if his life is endangered depending on the amount of blood that was spilled. His index finger points towards his own arm, pointing to the location of the other's injury to make himself clearer through signals. ❝Blood loss is detrimental in a place like this and I happen to have some medical knowledge.❞ One step brings him closer to the man, slow and measured to not generate hostility. His hand stretches towards him, an invitation. ❝Do you need help?❞

@longzhua ✦

[selenessology]

Comparions to : The Fallen Angel by Alexander Cabanel

Anakin skywalker

Sansa stark

Michaellangdon

Alicent Hightower

[falling-star-cygnus]

save me irregularly shaped canvases, save me🙏

meet: 🌸Kohitsuji🌸 Her vision for her kingdom surpassed what could be repaired in the war's aftermath

[fxllengod]

Soft footsteps could be heard approaching, crunching this realms version of grass under her feet as the rabbit woman walked up to the fence, hopping on top of it before sitting down, legs dangling above the barriers.

"Hi Nova. Lovely... whatever time it is, right?"

Frankly, socializing wasn't a strong suit for the one clad in purple and yellow, but if she was to keep from going crazy around here, it was in her best interest to interact with her neighbors more.

"Oh- hey B... I... Yeah... It is..."

They muttered, their mind was clearly in a dark place.

@x-glitchbun-x

[ofstarsfallen]

( @sailingmakai //Continue from )

"Indeed," was the elf's simple response. While it annoyed him to no end that Akira had no patience - which was a blessing and curse - at least he wasn't doing this stuff out of arrogance.

"Tell me, how has he managed to survive so long before." If nothing else, Aaravos appreciated his tenacity and survival skills. "Humans are fragile. I would think he was more cautious before, yes?"

[intcritus]

PChan's staring, watching and learning - Kindria was a little different to himself but it was still all new to them both? Well, as far as PChan could tell Kindria was still learning Earth like himself but maybe he's been around the planet itself more than it's species and all that. PChan wasn't sure if he's every been to a planet and not came across the races that live on it. Breeding and collecting DNA through vast amounts of copulation was just part of his making, so to be on ones own was just a fathomless thought to his species.

Though - then again, Kindria did have a pretty world under the waves.

"So, does that mean we're not allowed in here anymore or?" This wasn't working out, was it, this 'date' thing they are trying to mimic.

Earth was possibly the one planet that had a lot of rules. Kindria wasn’t quite sure he enjoyed said rules. Why couldn’t they make out at the table ? Humans were prudes, surely. He normally saw them holding hands, or being risky and fucking in the bathroom. So why was it that he and Pchan were getting kicked out for practically crawling into each other’s lap ? The table could be used for mating ! It was smooth and comfortable, if not a little cold. To be fair, part of him missed the previous planet he’d been on. They were unhinged but so much fun ! Sure, they had places for privacy but they knew how to party, had the best spaces for long naps and even the waters were nice to lounge in.

 ❝ ━  Probably not for the next while. Humans have a certain proclivity for public displays, I think it makes them a bit shy. ❞ More like uncomfortable but Kindria isn’t quite sure why. Slipping his hand into Pchan’s, he decides since this date can be held elsewhere, this planet had plenty of spaces where they could have fun ! ❝ ━  No worries, we can make our own fun. ❞ Kindria could be honest though, humans were an enigma, but so was this planet. There were so many issues that he knew some other species were just as confused in learning about them. Ah, he didn’t want to even dip his toe into said issues. Grinning, as he tugs the other along with a hum, ❝ ━ We can go watch a movie, the one with the moving pictures ? Hm, so many possibilities. ❞ A sly look, and cheeky grin before he says, ❝ ━ Let’s go find somewhere to continue making out, we were so unfairly interrupted. ❞

humans are weird. | @nvrcmplt

[secondpersonpoetry]

you’ve probably already read it before, but the poem Party by Kim Addonizio really got me tonight. first thought was “oh man. yeah” and then my second thought was “how can i make this about my hockey guys somehow………..”anyway! have a good one! 

oh. oh.

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[fallenstarangel]

"Welcome, Welcome, come have a sit! I'll be with you in just a bit!" Said the bartender from behind his counter. "All are welcome, be it angel, sinner, or hellborn. For I will greet you without scorn."

"Just follow the rules, and don't muck about. It'd be a great shame to throw anyone out."

[silverxwords]

A groan as he reboots, slowly; a shift of his weight, stretching to accommodate his wings, reveals he's on something soft.

He yawns, ex-venting deeply, and then blue optics flicker online.

[sentient-rift]

"Ah, I sure love the Christmas season. So much hope and goodwill going around..."

"Indeed... Christmas is the best season to understand joy..."

"My planet had a similar holiday called 'White Tree Day," so I understand what you mean."

"One of my favorite things to see on Christmas is all the lights. They remind me of the stars in the sky."

"Hmm... I wonder what Slur and her team do on the Christmas season...?"

On cue, Scourge shows up, looking terrified.

"Hey, losers! I know we're enemies and all, but could someone hide me? That crazy lunatic is trying to give me a Christmas Crushing...!"

"GET BACK HERE, SCOURGIE!! COME GET YOUR CHRISTMAS CRUSHING!! IT WILL ONLY HURT A LOT!!! LET ME SHOW YOU MY LOVE, SCOURGIE!!! LET ME SHOW YOU MY LOVE!!!"

"Aw, (BLEEP)! How does she always find me?!"

Scourge runs off while Rosy chases after him. (You can see what those two evil doppelgangers are doing over at @fallen-symphony )

"...Suddenly, I don't want to know what the villains do on Christmas..."

[reginrokkr]

Not long ago, Dáinsleif has learned that those who experience abyssal poisoning may have symptoms akin to being immersed in a dream. Dreams should be as natural as breathing to human beings, yet the primary reason why they're considered a symptom is because the people who live in Khaenri'ah had lost that ability for unknown reasons, thus earning the kingdom's location the descriptor as a «dreamless land». That would be a good explanation why the noctilucent knight is in a state he can only describe as dreaming, if it weren't because he hasn't partaken in any actions that would lead him to said poisoning.

In an even closer event than learning about poison-induced dreams, Twilight Sword reminisces one of his brother's ceaseless rambles about Irminsul, about how that tree may be an emanation of an even bigger tree somewhere in the universe just like there are multiple emanations of the Axis Mundi scattered across Teyvat. Given that the conversation strayed into topics that only those who Dáinsleif would consider to be abyss lunatics, he never paid too much attention to that, nor he necessarily believes that statement to be true to his current state of affairs. If anything, because it doesn't matter in the face of the predicament he's facing.

He doesn't know for how long he's treaded this new city, so unlike what he's heard of other nations, so distant from what could anyone imagine civilizations to grow into by the time humanity reaches such level of advancement. His concern, none other than the suggestion he was made just a few days ago: a chance for receiving the power of the abyss within him. And an even more worrisome premise is that Vedrfolnir himself was the one to ask.

If it is true that he bears a connection to Irminsul as his brother had claimed, perhaps this dream could be an answer from the almighty tree to help him come to a decision. Somewhere far away where the weight of his decision-making won't affect his daily life, somewhere inconsequential to what he does. Not that Dáinsleif has any interest in doing anything— actually, he couldn't even said he had walked down the streets long enough to acquaint himself with this city. Only enough until it's reached his ears the location of a confessional. The notion of attending one heavily foreign to a non-believer like him, if his understanding of the workings of one is correct according to what he had heard from others who came to Khaenri'ah after losing their faith in their god.

But perhaps... it is worth it a shot.

Reason why he's currently waiting on line, hesitant and nervous all the same to such extent that he kept offering his turn to another when he was close enough to be the next to confess. Dáinsleif could procrastinate as much his turn until he was the last and final individual of the day to step forward, his mind too far adrift thinking about his brother and all the signs under the crimson moon he could find that indicated a certain obsession with the abyss to notice.

@halothes ✧

[shamelesslymkp]

kind of considering buying a game controller to see if that makes this easier but my strong suspicion is that it would not

[majormeilani]

dj grooves and his adoptive daughter mu eating ice cream together :)

[13urningstars]

🍷💖 @warriorsparked >.>

Shes typing out a message before her drunken processor even takes in which contact Shes texting. Ah megatron, they haven't messaged much, and most of the time is was business, or small inquiries... too bad shes was about to ruin that streak.

:: hey hey megs

:: your thighs look heavy want my shoulders to carry them

:: wait fuck

:: fucked that up helHEHDBEJFHIEJSIWJW

:: srry fell

:: fell for you wink wink ha thats so smooth

:: bet you could help me up sooo easily tho with those big strong arms haha bet i wouldnt weight i thing to you haa

:: *a

:: fuck

Well that crashed and burned. Just like how she crashed onto the floor after slipping off her couch.

Ouch

Worth it

[fxllengod]

Psssst. Nova... where are you currently?

Asking for no reason in particular.

The world seemed to stop around Nova, their body freezing in place. It was his voice. Even in text form he could hear his voice in their head.

Their hands moved on their own, unable to stop them.

[I'm in the nether. In the nether base... Alongside Foof and the others.]

Fear pulsed through their whole body as they wrote and sent the message to Rox. Against their own will. Compelled to do anything and everything they are told by Rox.

( @roxolotl-slimeander )