#v. rewrite the stars

[starrysharks]

wip

[hellsgreatestshow]

"Anyone wanna go shopping with me? I need to get something for Ozzie." He is excited but he does not like going out alone after everything.

[gracebethartacc]

been brainstorming other stars specifically asters technically guardians/the wishing ground keepers? Liked the idea they were based on zodiacs and then my friend helped with coming up with ideas where their animal or theme plays into some kind of Disney movie or character 👀?

[stopthecarrrrarch]

@fcrgedinpain gets a flayed/corrupted starter!

It was growing and festering inside of him, placing whispers of doubt in Steve Harrington's head. Making something once bright within him darker and darker as the days wore on. Some of the small ways that he had changed were small and insignificant details to most, but to someone who knew him as well as Billy did? They were probably akin to glaring neon signs. It felt like it was the millionth time he'd been asked if he was okay that day, earning a nearly loud sigh of dramatic frustration. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine? I'm healthy as a horse, kicking ass at taking care of the kids. What is there to even be worried about, Billy?" Steve attempted to say as calmly as possible, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He'd learned to get the smile down pretty well, but the dark and void look in usually shining mocha orbs was a hint that something here wasn't quite right. "You worry way too much, you know that? I'm here, aren't I?" Hands reach out to lace their fingers together, skin once warm now cold like ice.

[extravagantliar]

all you’re likely to see on the side of the road is your hideous reflection in a puddle of stagnant water

This time, he's not in backwater Ferelden.

They're all in Skyhold.

Well, that's not a fair assessment; most of them are in Skyhold; Vivienne is off doing something for Josephine in Orlais, doing actual work, being an actual ambassador for good. Meanwhile - he's in a bar with Dorian on his left and Solas on his right.

He is the one typically with a plan, typically - but tonight, he is in step with the machinations of one elven apostate, the elf on his right and the keeper of his cards for the evening. "Run it by me one more time, Chuckles." Once more, it never hurts, especially when they're working to con the Iron Bull. "Humour me." He offers up at the end, pulling a chair out for himself. It only takes a second, but he pulls off his gloves, and his coat is next.

"It is simple," Solas states, Dorian scoffs. "Altus Pavus, perhaps you would like to explain it then?"

"Oh yes, goodie. Allow me," Dorian snipes; Varric can feel it before it's even said. "Dwarf, do you lack ears along with eyes?"

"Oh yes, Sparkler, sense of smell too - hence why I can stand being near the both of you and you overpowering egos filling the air." He smirks, prodding both of them at the same time. Alas, he would do it again, but he is eager to win his coin back. "C'mon, Chuckles, Sparkler, fill the small man in."

Solas snorts.

Varric laughs at that, hand down on the table and catching the eye of staff, of Krem and who he thinks is Stitcher. They're in the thick of it, and everyone is starting to blur together. "It is simple, like I said." Solas starts again; he's now moved to the other side of the table and across from Varric, taking his own seat. One of three points they will need to make this work, Varric was listening, he just likes making the others exasperated and what fun would it be if the narrator told you everything?

"You say a whole bunch of nothing with a whole bunch of everything you know." Varric states over it, goading again as he takes his own seat, booted foot on the table. He can hear Dorian's disgust. "Makes you look like a fool waiting for nothing in the middle of nowhere for a cart that won't come. Just stuck, muddy nowhere." Rich and dense words from a man who deals in half-truths. Solas scoffs, cutting Varric's cards in an elaborate fashion.

Varric is not expecting the reply; he's not expecting how it is volleyed with venom and fire. "All you’re likely to see on the side of the road is your hideous reflection in a puddle of stagnant water."

"Ass."

"Master Tethras, you never fail with your mastery of words."

Varric wants to grab him from across the table and throw him. He knows he can. He's tossed men twice his weight, pushed a drunk Hawke off him once. Instead, he swallows his pride, and his hand comes down on the table. "Alright, my dashing good looks aside, deal the cards. Do you even have a plan?"

Ah, it's the right insult as Solas straightens his back ( somehow, someway - he does it ). Dorian settles to his right, so they can swap cards, so Solas can walk behind them later, feigning the need for a drink and either take what is needed or trade hands.

Solas simmers, not bested, as Varric has his ass insulted again, later on, with Bull helping the elf in a show of good faith. Well, that good faith lasts for about half an hour, as Varric trades hands with Dorian, who has been holding the angel for just the right time.

He wanted to start a fight earlier anyway.

Might as well start one now.

Might as well ruin the plans he claimed to not know.

The hand comes down, and the bar roars.

[shouga-nai]

(I come back from the DEAD to send him a birthday ask bc he deserves it)

If Kaeya came into the office that morning, he’d find a fresh latte from the Angel’s Share waiting for him on his desk. But he’d also find a small basket and a scented scroll with an elegant-looking wax seal. In the basket are a custom deck of cards and an array of hand-baked treats; but also a few souvenirs from Sumeru, including a small stuffed dusk bird, and an aranara statuette that looks… rather uncanny. And of course, a custom bottle of cider from the Dawn Winery. How’d she manage to talk Diluc into that one…?

“I thought the aranara looked like you. Don’t know how they managed to get your description or anything ;),” reads the tag under the statuette. “Happy birthday. I hope you take some time for yourself today— hm, now that I think about it, maybe I should have addressed the basket to your apartment instead…”

Curious... Instead of a new stack of paperwork, the Captain found an assortment of goodies waiting for him instead. Suspicious, one might think, but upon closer inspection, the identity of the mysterious sender was evidently clear. For who else would know him specifically the way she does?

Ah, his dearest Star. Was she back from her trip to Sumeru already and didn't even tell him? How sneaky... how cruel~ He smiled to himself, taking a sip of latte as he went through each item.

The charming dusk bird and aranara would complement each other nicely on his desk for now, until he finds a more suitable place for them. How nice it was to also have the baked treats to get him through the day! He gave the message one more read before tucking it away carefully and safely in his 'secret' drawer stash.

After helping himself to the food and latte, he'd be right off, taking the cards and bottle of cider with him. Off to find his shrewd lady, and perhaps suggest to pay Dawn Winery a visit together, because naturally, he'll have to properly give thanks for the gracious gift now..~

[frxncaise]

@prodijedi asked: [INJURY]: after having been badly wounded himself, [DOOKU] tries to reassure a frantic [ANGÉLIQUE] by cupping her face and comforting her.

HOW MUCH HEARTBREAK COULD SHE endure in one short lifetime? TRAGEDY seemed to follow wherever she went. All she had known was suffering and loss, yet she attempted to remain soft in spite of it all. Nevertheless, she had grown TIRED after surviving by fight or flight for far too long. The only time Angélique would ever rest was when she would meet her actual death.

 ⠀  ⠀Returning back into public life put an even larger TARGET on her back than the one prior to her supposed death. Her security detail had been ENHANCED more than it had ever been. Like in her youth, Yan Dooku was by her side as her personal guard. How strange how he went from her PROTECTOR to ASSASSIN and to PROTECTOR once more.

 ⠀  Unlike in their youth, instead of maneuvering both of them OUT of harm's way, the reformed Sith Lord had taken the shot meant for her. As the chaos unfolded around them, the former phantom remained transfixed on him. Their Dyad had only recently been completed. Ange had lost him once, she could not bare to lose him AGAIN.

Cradling his hand that caressed her cheek, she desperately applied pressure to his wound with her free hand. “Don't you dare die on me, Dooku!”

[averydeadshootingstar]

I need motivation to continue writing my book

[moomstersnuffer]

Is it just me or would a cover of Rewrite The Stars or just any The Greatest Showman songs done by Taehyung and Jungkook sound like an otherworldly masterpiece? Maybe that’s just me…

[lily-of-the-linkon]

❄️

Send ❄️ to throw a snowball at Lily!

Lily jolted at the sudden chill that hit her skin, quickly turning her attention towards the source.

"Xavier??" She asked, pouting at him playfully. "How cruel, to hit me while I'm not looking."

Not that that stopped the giggles that bubbled up as she shook some of the snow from her hair, dipping down for just a moment to grab a fist full of snow to throw at him in turn. Here's to hoping she doesn't manage to face plant into the snow instead-

[hellsgreatestshow]

Husk sat down next to Alastor holding out some whiskey that he had made as a gift for his old friend. "Are you ready for the entertainment?" He asked him with a little smirk.

@hellsgreatestgame

[lily-of-the-linkon]

Lily flushed at his response to her choice, it didn't comment further. She smiled politely to the cashier as she ordered and paid, giggling to herself quietly when recognizing Xavier's instinct to try and pay first.

She stuck her tongue out at him playfully before she also stepped aside to wait for their drinks. Once they were ready she accepted the drinks, going over to Xavier and offering him his drink.

"Now then... Food time?"

After spending the morning doing research on places in Linkon City that offer milk tea, Lily finally found a place that seemed like it would be a nice place to visit and had the coffee milk tea that Xavier mentioned. Plus it wasn't far from a few good places to eat so they'd have options based on what they were feeling up to without having to go all the way across town. Perfect.

Lily finally sent Xavier a text in the late morning.

'I found a place that has that coffee milk tea you mentioned! And it has really good reviews.'

After a moment of thought, she sent another text as well.

'And thank you for walking me home last night. I really appreciated it. It was nice, looking at the stars with you.'

If not for the sporadic texts, Xavier would still be asleep. Outside the birds that often bickered over his balcony were squawking at a volume loudly. The combination of factors is enough to stir him, just barely. He knows its her before having to unlock his phone.

↪[ Audio: I'm awake. I'm up. I'm coming. ]

↪[ It was nice. Let's do it again sometime ]

In a flash he rinses off, takes care of basic hygiene, and is donning a favored hoodie in spite of the weather.

By the time he gets downstairs, he's already rubbing his eyes again as he knocks on the door.

[aberooski]

I've the most horrendous writer's block 😭

[melatoninburst]

Where are you from, Shanice? (to her Star Rail verse)

Ask about the girl: accepting

"Punklorde."

[frxncaise]

@prodijedi asked: “i don't know how anyone could actually love me.”

YOUNG LOVE HAD DUG ITS CLAWS into the young senator, capturing her body and mind. Level-headed in public and whilst in office, she could act her age only around him; she was still young after all. Such a scandal would arise if anyone were to find out that a member of the senate and a Jedi were romantically linked. For better or for worse, exchanges of affections had to occur in complete privacy. However, she could not help but shoot him the occasional longing look whenever they were out and about.

Angélique furrowed her brows at his self-deprecating statement. She herself bore the same insecurities as he, yet it still pained her to hear him say such a thing. It would be naive to think that her words could suddenly change his mind, but trying could not hurt.

          A soft sigh parted her lips whilst she moved to gently embrace him from behind. “ How could I—or anyone else—not love you? ” She mused, lightly resting her head on his back.