#softhcrted

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@softhcrted​ liked for a starter with Shmi Skywalker Lars

“Luke, don’t go too far!” Shmi called after her rambunctious grandson, the Lars Moisture farm seemed more and more like a sanctuary on a world that was so inhospitable to human life.

“You don’t want to get snatched up by Tusken Raiders!”

[lloronala]

❁ ❁  “  ¿Are you trying to look for someone?  ” She found him alone wandering around the cemetery, seeming to hover over each tombstone. Concerned of his disappearance, she had come out to look for him herself, & it made her wonder why he left earlier than usual. Beside them was a small family of three that were leaving flowers on one of the tombstones, lingering there for a little bit as if they were waiting for their beloved ones to arrive.

“  I can help you search for a particular soul if that’s what you were looking for....  ”

@softhcrted​ ( jack )  ||  día de muertos starter call

[a-personifiedchaosx]

@softhcrted​ | winter/holiday starter call!!

“I wasn’t able to get her much this year, y’know... I feel bad about it.”

Jack turned over the box he had been working on wrapping, making sure that it was completely covered; sitting on the floor with his back against the worn couch, legs crossed. Both Emma and Izumi had been banished to the room, where they were no doubt still awake and whispering to one another, maybe even trying to come up with a plan to sneak into the living room. It was good for to have a friend...

... And Jack couldn’t deny that it felt good to have someone his own age to talk to as well. “Back when our folks were alive, she got most of what was under the tree, but... I don’t know. I hope Christmas is still good for her.”

[rinckumura]

@softhcrted​

“ raise your voice even if you’re alone “

‘‘Why would I raise my voice if I’m alone anyway? No one will hear me anyway.’‘ Not even just now. Rin had felt alone ever since he found out that he is a demon. Everyone had treated him differently. His friends were now scared of him. Either that or they were angry at him. Not for something he did, no, Rin may be a demon but all he really wanted was to do good. To help people. To become the best exorcist ever and defeat Satan --- the one who killed his mother, father and a whole lot of other people. And the one who ruined his life.

‘Cause let’s be honest.. everyone he knew, everyone he met, they all thought the same thing. That things would have been better if he hadn’t been born.

[valorshwn]

         His smile is soft as he offers out a hand to her. “Can I help?” He would not be offended if she said no but she had some skill. He only wished to help her, guide her, show her how to do it, so next time she knew for sure. “If you’d like of course.”

@softhcrted​ II x

[sorrowmarked]

starter for @softhcrted

Sophie stopped fiddling with the flowers in the shop, and turned around as she heard the door chime. “Good morning,” she said, smile bright. She still didn’t think she was good with the customers, but she was probably the best out of everyone who worked here. “How can I help you today?” 

[scarfwere]

❛ it’s not a problem if I never get caught. ❜ ( from Niko)

   “ That’s the spirit. Who are we killing? “

[a-personifiedchaosx]

@softhcrted​ | x

They were only able to be themselves in the darkness of his room; when the rest of the castle all went to sleep for the night, unaware of whatever would go on in the prince’s bed chamber.

The kiss at his palm nearly melted; so soft and full of enough fondness to make his heart ache with affection. Fingers fall away from the scar easily enough, not wanting to linger and make Zuko feel uncomfortable in any way. Brow eyes watched him closely from where Jack’s head lay on his pillow, staring up at him in his slightly elevated position, keep an eye on his reaction.

He probably shouldn’t of pried. It was obvious his question troubled him; making Jack’s brows furrow in worry as silence stretched between, obvious distress on Zuko’s face.

Until he spoke.

Lips part, a small breath escaping him as his heart lurched at the implication, swallowing thickly. When he leans into him, fingers brush through Zuko’s black hair, leaning to rest his head down against his with a soft breath; silence spreading between them.

“... I’m sorry....”