#celestaei

[cwpanaid]

@celestaei​ requested:  ❛ behold! the perfect snowball. ❜ - from Bernard~

      “——yeah,  that’s lovely and all,  but you better not throw that perfect snowball at my suit.” 

winter themed starter sentences. / accepting.

[mourningliight-archive]

@celestaei​     ::     b r o d y 

HE’S  BEEN  DANCING  FOR  HOURS  --------------  surely  their  downstairs  neighbors  must  hate  him  at  this  point.            on  his  day’s  off  from  teaching  ,  he  was  still  working  at  home  ;  always  planning  routines  &  lessons.          mike  wasn’t  home  yet  as  far  as  he  knew,  so  he’s  zoned  in  on  his  work. 

earbuds  are  in  ,  drowning  out  any  life  around  him.          he’s  drenched  in  sweat  at  this  point  ,  but  he  doesn’t  seem  to  mind.          honestly  it’s  impressive  that  his  body  has  held  up  for  this  long.    

[niteswcrd]

plotted starter for: @celestaei​ // light yagami

she   could   feel   him   fading,      her   CHILD   OF   DEATH.

for   months   and   nearly   years   this   young   man   used   one   of   her   tools   of   mortal   death      ---      a   NOTEBOOK,      and   he   used   it   beautifully.      for   months   the   goddess   watched   over   him,      bringing   his   whim   to   pass   alongside   the   hand   of   a   japanese   shinigami,      an   entity   she   viewed   with   interest,      albiet   much   less   than   light   yagami.

she   could   feel   him   embracing   his   end      ---      but   she   wasn’t   ready   to   let   him   die,      his   mind   and   ethics   much   too   interesting   to   be   wasted   in   hel.      when   light   took   his   final   breath   she   would   appear   via   cloudy   portal,      black   hair   flowing   with   the   power   as   her   aura   of   DESPAIR   emanated   the   warehouse.      wordless   was   she   as   she   glided   in   slow   motion,      the   goddess   outstretching   her   arms   to   cradle   his   head.      she   then   moved   to   sit   to   lay   his   tired   head   upon   her   lap,      deadly   fingers   running   through   his   hair   as   she   brought   him   back   with   her   power.

“      DEATH   will   not   welcome   you   on   this   day,      my   dear   gifted   child.      ”

[astrancva-arch]

@celestaei​: “ i  beg  your  pardon ? ” { Luciana and Caro }

Luciana wasn’t surprised that her words, softly spoken, were lost in the din of the crowded ballroom. The small, pale woman smiled and leaned a bit closer, head tilted upwards. “I said you look delicious enough to eat.” 

[countrtnrs]

@celestaei liked for a STARTER

​​​ ⠀The football players in the Glee Club were all sort of mysteries, even to Kurt, who'd briefly even been a football player. He knew Puckerman, of course, from the sheer amount of dumpster tosses, and he knew Finn because you couldn't exactly not know Finn, but Matt and Mike were two mysteries, but both undeniably good dancers, and they both seemed nice enough. But they were still football players, and not even a few weeks on the team (before an eventful and dramatic resignation in the showers) had properly allowed Kurt to get to know either of them too well.

He hadn't exactly had much opportunity or time either. It'd just been constant drama, drama, invitationals, drama, the glee club getting split down the middle, the football players almost leaving, more drama and time flying by. Even now, it was one of those weeks where everything seemed to be happening - bake sale, the wheelchairs for Artie, their diva-off for the Defying Gravity solo. Everything was happening at once apparently, and Kurt in particular was distracted.

It was lunchtime, and while some of the others were bickering over selling cupcakes in the lunchroom, Kurt could be found in the choir room practicing scales at the piano. He had a goal and a high F to try and hit, and behind the safety of that locked door, he could practice in relative safety. At least, unless anybody had to come back in . . .

[shoreabove-moved]

@celestaei​ → s.c.

                  ❛ i’m sorry to bother you, but, is there any chance you have a phone i can use? mine died, and i can’t get in touch with my roommate. ❜

[singlethreads-a]

@celestaei​ / BRODY & MIKE

❛   I  THINK  THAT  WENT  SURPRISINGLY  WELL  ,  all  things  considered.   ❜         his  smile  is  soft  as  he  lays  his  head  on  the  others  shoulder  ,  gaze  currently  examining  the  new  silver  band  around  his  ring  finger.       they’re  on  a  flight  to  hawaii  ,  first  class.       cassie  had  been  kind  enough  to  gift  her  frequent  flier  miles  to  brody  as  an  apology  ,  allowing  them  to  book  the  nice  seats  for  their  honeymoon.      the  wedding  &  reception  had  gone  by  without  a  hitch   ,    much  to  brody’s  surprise.     the glee  kids  knew  how  to  party  ,  ironically.       ❛   rachel  was  even  nice.      weird.   ❜

[bytheanchor]

@celestaei​  ♥’d for a starter

                                              Sebastian chewed on his cheeks as he stared at the brick building, before tightening his one handed grip on the strap of his backpack over his left shoulder and walking in. He was wearing gym joggers and a tight tank top, hair barely styled as it wouldn’t last long in there anyway. As part of his new consensus with Dalton ── the one that had allowed him to stay in the school after everything that’d happened ── he’d somehow agreed to come to Westerville’s artistic center, and assist a dance teacher with pro bono classes. 

He wasn’t necessarily antagonistic to the idea, as he was trying to exercise this being good thing, as annoying and boring as that was, but he could also already see where this was going. He was going to be stuck with some old fart that hadn’t danced since their own glee club times and probably be made to fetch them coffee and donuts, despite being wildly overqualified and probably a better dancer than had ever stepped foot in the place. Good person, he thought, with a long already bored sigh. If it were up to him, he’d have his own ideas about how to go about that, but he also knew he was already on thin ice with both Dalton and his father. He’d been kicked out of schools before, for partying and things on that vein and he knew his father was more or less on his last thread of patience. 

After giving his name at the front desk, he walked up the stairs and down the hall he’d been pointed to, and looked at the paper in his hand, where the class number was written on. Room 316. He found it pretty easily, and gave it a cursory knock before walking in, passing kids and some younger teens scattered stretching and changing clothes, and going to the front of the class, speaking even as he set his backpack down bellow the front mirror, “room 316? I’m your new assistant for the near future, Sebastian Smythe, it’s a pleasure I’m sure. What would you have me-” he stopped talking as he raised his eyes over long thighs, long muscles, and a familiar face... Great The fates had to be fucking with him now, and by the looks of it, they were having a blast.