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@likcthestar
Independent roleplay blog for Crescent Moon Darnel of The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer. Established 2016. Written by Holly (21+, they/them).
A study in: caged birds, futuristic fairy tales, the ghost in the machine, loving the unloving universe, romance in the mundane, and what is left of the unwanted.
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♦ — 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦. not with apologies. not with hands that have to busy themselves in her hair. the way to charm him is with teeth almost as sharp as his or a voice thrice as loud; it is with plexiglass walls and turf underfoot. the way to charm him is with broken bones, and leon is willing to bet that she could barely break a single pasta noodle in half, let alone someone’s limb. put a gun in her hands and you’ll have a corpse, but not one anybody wants.
she needs practice talking to people. that makes him snort, low and heavy like a waiting bull.
❛ practice on your shadow. ❜
he nods down to where his boots meet the ground, where his shadow branches off from his heel. when he waves his hand, as expected, the darkness moves in tandem.
❛ or with a fish. neither judge. ❜
Maybe it would be strange to someone else, but Cress finds a rush of wonder as the man gestures. It's sweet. She's spent countless hours talking to the air, to her programs, but not to her shadow. What a whimsical idea. She reaches a hand under his so that the silhouettes overlap but their bodies never touch.
"I wish I had a fish to talk to." She sighs and then flusters immediately. "I mean-- before. There are lots of fish now. Well, there were fish before, too, but I couldn't see them in my room, so--" Stop talking, Cress. "Um. I just think it would've been nice to have a pet."
KNOWING YOUR WRITING PARTNER CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER!
BASICS.
name: holly
pronouns: they/them
sexuality: *makes idk noise* asexual. maybe a lesbian possibly also aro i don't fuckin know
taken or single: single.
THREE FACTS.
for the brief moment i spent in college, i was a photography major.
i live with my grandparents.
i'm a preschool teacher and like to throw an annual pool party and an annual halloween party for all my students (current and otherwise) and their families. it's a LOT of fun
EXPERIENCE. HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?)
on tumblr since. oh god. 2012? 2013? but I was rping in other places for a few years before that. I'm old.
MUSE PREFERENCES.
female or male: women my beloved... but one of my favorite character traits is gender fuckery
fluff, angst or smut: ANGST... I do like to round it out with some fluff but angst is my bread and butter. i like to torture my muses physically AND emotionally.
plots or memes: i like memes as a starting point bc i'm bad at starters but i vastly prefer plotting (or at least establishing a vibe) over just jumping in.
long or short replies: i don't know what's going to happen when i write and neither does anybody else
best time to write: usually a couple hours after i wake up when i have energy but i haven't been pulled into other aspects of my day yet. this makes it hard to write on workdays but i'm doing my best
are you like your muse(s): my teenage self was a lot like cress. it's why i latched onto her so hard. now that i'm older, writing her feels a little like taking care of a younger me, but i've definitely grown in a different direction.
TAGGED BY: @b1oodburned my beloved thank u TAGGING: @roseburied @bitmorerouge @frogcase @celerem @demigrl and anybody else that wants to!
CRESS ( @likcthestar ) said, “i can be charming. i charmed you, didn’t i?” ( here )
♦ — 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧. he thinks this as he regards her, lets her joke — because that’s all it ought to be, a joke — hang in the air unanswered. he runs his right hand through his hair. a few strands of red cling to his fingertips like shed fur. he shakes his hand off and bobs his head from side to side in some pale imitation of consideration.
❛ jumping the gun, ❜ answers goliath. ❛ you’re… tolerated. ❜
he slides his hand back into his pocket. his eyes linger on her for a moment longer, then they slowly trail away. it remains near impossible to see where his pupils end and the dead green of his eyes begins. the ghosts behind his head murmur, their voices indistinguishable and wholly both familiar and alien. he speaks again only to distract from the discordant buzzing behind his ears and eyes,
❛ that’s all. tolerated. ❜
"Right. Sorry." That's what she gets for hoping. Cress is reminded again and again that she does not make a good companion, and keeps trying anyway. Her fingers lace into her hair and tug. It's an old habit, something to keep her hands busy when the anxiety hits. It's also a reminder. She used to have no choice in anything, not even in cutting her hair; now, she can choose.
What her choice is today, she hasn't yet decided, but the thought is enough. It keeps her confidence from completely falling apart. Cress breathes deep and puts her hands on her hips.
"Well-- maybe I'll still charm you. At some point. I could be good at talking to people. I just need to practice."
cress would be such a celine dion girlie
You know what I fucking eat up every time? The thing where one character is an optimist and the other is a pessimist, and something happens that just, snuffs the hope right out of the optimist, and the pessimist has to desperately try to do what the other has always done for them, cheer them up. I live for that shit omg.
Cress Book Quote Rp Meme
book three in the LC series by Marissa Meyer- feel free to edit quotes or change pronouns for rp purposes
“I promise, I will not let you die without being kissed.”
“Don’t tell me it took you two whole days to realize that you are in love with me. I must be losing my touch.”
“You can help me pick out a tiara when we’re done saving the world.”
“Right. I’m sure that poor etiquette is the number one reason for most failed revolutions.”
“I know you can hear me. I’m sorry my friend is such a wing nut. You can just ignore him.”
“Do you think it was destiny that brought us together?”
“It starts with kidnapping the groom.”
“The sky is gorgeous, intense blue color.”
“Have you given any thought to your wedding vows?”
“Delete anything that has to do with love, respect, or joy, and I’ll sign on the dotted line.”
“I believe it is the mark of a great leader to question the decisions that came before him.”
“It turns out you are worth a lot of money on the black market.”
“Do you ever think before you speak?”
“Maybe great, epic romances don’t just happen. We have to make them ourselves.”
“Wow, when you research, you really research, don’t you?”
“So I’m going there, and I’m going to start a revolution.”
“If you honestly believe that then you really don’t recognize true value when you see it.”
“Oh. Um. In a constellation, the brightest star is called the alpha. I thought maybe you meant that she's…like…your brightest star.
“Maybe there isn’t such a thing as fate. Maybe it’s just the opportunities we’re given, and what we do with them. I’m beginning to think that maybe great, epic romances don’t just happen. We have to make them ourselves.”
“You know, when I was a kid, I was tricked into thinking that princesses wore tiaras and hosted tea parties. Now that I’ve met a real princess, I must say, I’m kind of disappointed.”
"Is she blushing? She sounds like she’s blushing.”
“That is the best idea ever. Count me in.”
"Can we get back to these soldiers that are being rounded up, please?”
“Could you describe all those threats again because I feel like I missed something.”
“Very wanted criminal of me too.”
"Are you having a mental breakdown right now?”
"Maybe there’s a little bit of a hero in me after all. But… really. Only a little.”
“Yeah, hold that thought while I go disable the speaker system.”
“Oh, for all the stars.”
“Never underestimate the stealth of a criminal mastermind.”
“I prefer damsel in distress,”
“You’re not looking.”
“We are experiencing a level-one security breach and all elevators have been temporarily shut down. Please enjoy a hot cup of tea while we wait for clearance.”
“Oh, yeah, she’s great. I mean, half the people in the world want to kill her and the other half want to chain her to a throne on the moon, which is just what she’s always wanted. So she’s fantastic.”
“You know, if it was a bad kiss, you can just say so.”
“Everyone is trying to impress everyone else. Trying to make themselves out to be smarter or more confident than they actually are.”
I hate to break this to you, but I am sweaty and itchy and haven’t brush my teeth in two days. This just isn’t a good time for romance.”
“I like to maintain an air of mystery.”
“That’s not at all what I … Wait. Did you think it was a bad kiss?”
“We were going to die, you know.”
“Because the palace walls have been bleeding for years, and no one else sees it.”
“Don’t try to push your swoony psychodrama on me.”
“It would be like those epic love affairs that exploded into existence and burned white hot for all eternity. The type of love that time and distance and death couldn’t seperate”
“All right, damsel. Send over those coordinates.”
“I think I am in love with you.”
“Maybe there isn’t such a thing as fate. Maybe it’s just the opportunities we’re given, and what we do with them.”
“We are obviously soul mates. Now please, stand up.”
“You’ve probably told lots of girls you loved them.”
“Well, yeah, but I would have reconsidered if I’d known you were going to hold it against me.”
“It was kind of nice to know that they were both wrong.“
“For my next trick, I will win a staring contest with the moron in orange sunglasses.”
“Good. Because I need you. And those are not words that I throw around every day.”
“Although… somehow, I always pictured the princess … I don’t know. In a dress.”
“She was a girl. A living girl, smart and sweet and awkward and unusual, and she was worth far more than they could ever realize.”
“I serve my princess. No one else.”
“I am not happy with this turn of events.”
“Well, it’s annoying and we’re running out of time. Come on.”
“You’d rather take your chances with her?”
“Then stop going comatose on me!”
“He’s just gone inside to be heroic. I’m sure he’ll be glad to know you’re here. I believe he’s under the impression that you’re out in space somewhere.”
“It always came back to love. More than freedom, more than acceptance—love. True love, like they sang about in the second era. The kind that filled up a person’s soul. The kind that lent itself to dramatic gestures and sacrifices. The kind that was irresistible and all-encompassing.”
“I just needed some time to figure out who I was … am.”
“Because if I’d ruined that for you, I was going to feel like such a cad.”
“I can’t let anyone else die,”
“What do you suggest? You clearly know all about this political revolution stuff, so please enlighten me, O wrinkled one.”
“The only way through this is to fight.”
“She deserved it, the snake. After keeping my little golden bird locked up in her cage for so long.”
“I just think I’m not the best person to demonstrate all the goodness humanity has to offer. I don’t want you to be too disappointed when you realize that.”
“That you’re lonely, and I’m irresistible?”
“He did, in fact, look like a romance hero, all muscles and edges and chiseled bone structure. He also looked miserable.”
“Our country was built on a foundation of equality and togetherness, not prejudice and hatred.”
“When Rapunzel saw the prince, she fell over him and began to weep, and her tears dropped into his eyes”
No more secrets. I don’t know if I can survive any more big reveals from you, so if you have anything else to tell me, out with it. Right now.”
this is sweet, but aren’t I the first guy you’ve ever met? Come on, up you go.”
“She would have freedom, and friendships, and purpose. And she would be with him.”
“Because if there was one thing she knew about heroes, it was that they could not resist a damsel in distress. And she was nothing if not in distress.”
“Love. It always came back to love. More than freedom, more than acceptance—love. True love, like they sang about in the second era. The kind that filled up a person’s soul. The kind that lent itself to dramatic gestures and sacrifices. The kind that was irresistible and all-encompassing.”
I’m almost afraid to ask, Your Majesty.“
“As it turned out, being human was every bit as much fun as she’d always thought it would be.”
did a little bit of a rules refresh! check it out if you like, but it’s basically all the same stuff I did for Clara’s blog
she’s so fucking cute. dancing in her little nightgown pretending she has jeans and cowboy boots. she picked line dancing for her exercise program. on the next page she mentions that it’s a guy with a mustache telling her to grab her partner and do-si-do. I love her I love her I love her
"I don't think I will." There's a bit more heat to her words than she intended. The thought tugs at her heart: if she doesn't dislike him now, she will later. She's almost offended. It's only her own anxiety that keeps her from grabbing at his hand as he leads her away. As it is, she's left walking at a rather brisk pace compared to his. His legs are just so long.
"I'm really not great at meeting people," She warns.
Cress gasps as soon as the creature comes into view. She has to hold her hands together in front of her chest to prevent herself from running over and grabbing it right away. He's so small-- what if she hurt him? Any leftover negativity from a moment ago evaporates, leaving the girl with a beaming smile and eyes even wider than usual.
She doesn't know what a flerken is. Maybe it's another word for cat, where he's from. She doesn't really care, not having seen either before. He's so cute.
"Can I pet him?" She feels as if joy is going to start bursting out of her fingers into light at any moment. "Please?"
thinking about how cress and her father are both compared to birds
thinking about how cress and her father are both compared to birds
🐝 * ― 𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. ( some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action. )
[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body
alright cress' drafts are at ZERO so if i owe you smth you gotta tell me bc it got lost!!
✞ · @likcthestar : / &. / ❛ is this the part where we shake hands or just nod awkwardly? ❜
within the first several minutes of interacting with them, helena clocks the stranger as the same age group as her junior students, more or less speaking from experience.
while she has some thoughts on cress’ approach to stranger danger or the lack thereof … helena doesn’t feel the need to keep her guard up in this case.
“sure to the first one, i guess; would be nice to be finally officiially acquainted;” she extends a friendly hand, her voice still as calm and mostly unreadable. “helena. you said your name was cress, yeah?”
"Y-yes." Cress has to put way too much concentration into just getting the handshake right. It's bizarrely complicated. Not too long, not too short, not too firm, not too soft, and only in certain scenarios. It may be her least favorite greeting. "It's... nice to meet you, Helena."
And it is, truly. As frightening and off-putting as she may find it, Cress loves meeting new people. So much time was spent only knowing them from the other side of a camera, a screen, a distance.
"I did, um, I wanted to ask you... You said you teach, right?" Cress wrings her hands together, and her voice is hardly above a whisper when she continues. "Could I just ask you a little about school?"
