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starstruck. new icons??? idk if i like this style very much... not that it’s chANGED ALL THAT MUCH EITHER i’m not very good with icon psds....
I realized why the idea of constellations has always swayed me. constellations are so very human.
our wonder of the stars is bone-sunk; we’ve been thinking and dreaming and watching and watching and watching since the beginning of time, and we looked for so long that we started making connections.
we played a celestial game of connect-the-dots; trying to find order in something so vast and trying to show that the stars are in everything and everything is in the stars.
we plucked pictures out of the infinite; there’s a dog, there’s a bear, there’s a lion, see? look, right there; the stars hold and mirror back everything.
but then it went a step further. instead of everyday things, we stopped picking out the cups and the bears, and instead we saw stories.
look, there’s Andromeda, chained to a rock and waiting to be devoured by Cetus. there’s Orion, and Hercules, and do you see Orpheus’ lyre? Zeus sent an eagle to retrieve it after Orpheus’ death and he placed it in the sky.
we did the most human thing imaginable: we wrote our stories into the stars. we filled the night sky; previously so vast, so unknowable; with our history. we forged connections to the stars and made it so our children will always know where they come from.
star struck. i need to re-redo my theme and make more icons aaaaaand finish my pages holy shit.......... i feEL LIKE THIS BLOG IS A HOT MESS ?????
❛@reunionvow
Hips sway and she is moving with speed, cape flaring and eyes peering and there is worry lining her face. Concern. Fear. Heart feels displaced and she is certain that if she were to stop moving she would be TREMBLING. Shaking. Crawling out of her skin and NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO —— stop. breathe. stop it this is unbecoming of you STOP IT. —— she sees him, stops before him. Breaths are coming fast and short, and she does not know when that started. She wonders if her eyes are uncontrollably wide, if she looks MANIC. The battle had been long, it had been wretched and every last inch of her wailed. ❝ Please, you must tell me where my father is! ❞
❛@arrowbound
Wide eyes, shimmering with unspoken feelings and she peers up at the man, perhaps standing too close but she has no reason to care. Curiosity is SPARKING beneath the surface of her skin and she is unable to contain herself, smiling unabashedly, all but shimmering with it. ❝ You must beguile me with harrowing tales of my most esteemed father! With haste, of course. ❞ She might as well be v i b r a t i n g, the mere thought of hearing of her father filling her with unavoidable excitement.
❛@caeldum
❝ Hark, Caeldori! ❞ melodic voice chimes and she strolls lightly, a faint skip in her step, book held in both hands and eyes bright. A whirlwind of energy, both weary and high off of the excitement of battle, and she feels the stars stirring and had felt celestial bodies align as the book had fallen into her hands. Or she picked it up —— who’s to say? ❝ In the midst of the latest battle —— heart stopping until the very end, I assure you, what a sight it was indeed —— I stumbled across a tome which I thought you would like. ❞
zelcherian.
@scioness
“Sorry for the trouble but do you know where are we?” The younger girl certainly resembled someone but she brushes the thought aside. “Minerva and I need a place to rest.”
Recognition sparks across her skin but she holds her tongue. Smiles, instead. ❝ We are upon a pathway where destinies meet, I do believe. There is a place to rest nearby, as well, o’ weary traveler. ❞
anankosborn.
“ERM … A MARK OF A CHOSEN? I mean, it kind of makes sense; it’s such a precise and unique shape, you’re right about that. Though if not from our regions, maybe we should look into others.”
“HAVE YOU RESEARCHED it at all, to see if it’s similar to anything outside of Hoshido or Nohr? Maybe other kingdoms have lore regarding marks that we don’t!”
❝ Fret not —— I have scoured tome upon tome tirelessly since it’s abrupt appearance on my arm. Sadly, my search has been fruitless as of yet, though I have not lost hope! SURELY there must be records of it, for while I am a Chosen One I am not a lone one. There is power in it, of that I am sure. ❞
starstruck. like this for a starter!!!
anankosborn.
“YOU’RE RIGHT, THAT REALLY IS an interesting design … a really odd shape for a birthmark, to say the least.”
“THOUGH IF IT showed up after you left the Deeprealms, I’m less inclined to think it’s a natural birthmark. They don’t just appear out of the blue, you know.”
// @scioness.
❝ It’s not a birthmark —— rather the mark of the Chosen One, bequeathed unto me by the STARS. Nay, destiny itself. The shape is wonderful though, is it not? Distinguished from all other marks native to this region. ❞
I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.
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A MIND OF INQUIRY IS A STRONG ONE INDEED:
“So, you use magic, huh? How does that work? Do you have to be born that way or can anybody learn how to use magic? And can you make rabbits appear out of a hat?” A mystery … he’s never quite learned how tomes work.
“Oh yes, I use magic! The ability to access magic is hereditary, so to use a tome properly you have to have some blood related family member who can also use magic,” soft voice was enthused, inescapably so, eyes alighting at the mere chance to speak of the subject which she focused all of her passion upon. “I’ve never tried to make a rabbit appear of out a hat,” soft giggle fell from smiling mouth at the thought, “but I imagine I could, one way or another.”
❛scioner
“Father, you are unharmed!”
Pure and unadulterated relief flooded wispy voice which had been heightened with distress over the state of her beloved father. So uncaring was she of her current physical state that the amount of harm done unto her body in battle was a mere second thought, barely even denoting any true attention in the face of something so much GREATER. ( In her opinion, at least. ) Body swayed and weak smile replaced angular frown and fingers clutched at revered parent’s cape, tiny movement feeling baring but childishness had to be given into, on occasion.
starstruck. diVE BOMBS IN HERE LIKE WHAT U P I AM DEFINITELY ST ILL HER E omg i just got distracted over on my main blog tbh sdkfjsn bUT I’LL TRY TO GET SOME REPLIES DONE OVER HERE T ODAY
“If you’ve only wits, you have nothing.”
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“Maybe.”
Extended vowels and lyrical tone gave an unmistakable lightness to her voice. Easy smile was still present on girlish face and body swayed, waist bending and fingers lacing together behind her back, fluid movement akin to water in a stream. Gaze turned upwards to the sky, and chest expanded with a breath, gentle wind embracing her body gently and words were contemplated, rolled about in her mind before attention was returned to the woman. WARRIOR laced her ever edge, soft and hard, aura like a storm and Ophelia was unutterably enthralled, eyes gentle.
“But without wits you tend to just be swinging a weapon around blindly.”
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↳ Bold which apply to your muse!
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