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I love how calm the StarChapter is. Perfect album for laying down and watching the sky in all its beauty.

[iloveyeon3294]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑹𝒀 - 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝑷𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐 '𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻' 🌟

#투모로우바이투게더 #𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾_𝑿_𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 #𝑻𝑿𝑻 #𝑻𝒉𝒆𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 #𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑹𝒀 #𝑻𝑿𝑻_𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

#투모로우바이투게더 #TXT #OT5 ♡ #TOMORROW_X_TOGETHER

🔔𝒑𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 & 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 / 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕🔔

[star-bone-sailor]

"Fun" facts (Clique)

(These may be upsetting so skip past this whole thing)

So Clique never met their mother, and only knew that they had a father but never saw him either. He’d leave them alone for days at a time after they were older than their kind’s version of a toddler. At some point he didn’t come back, and being scared they left where they were hidden. They were afraid, they’d never seen the world beyond what they could see from cracks in the surface.

After awhile they found Desmolt (he has an actual Viking name but Clique called him that from the very beginning) and sometimes stole food from him when he left anything unattended. They didn’t approach him until their first winter outside. When he saw them, he at first believed they were half dragon given the ears, eyes, tail, and sharp teeth. He wasn’t keen on taking them in but given that they were small and very much unable to defend themselves as well as alone. He took pity. He told them, “When you are stronger and capable, you must leave.” But they didn’t leave, he kept them. Taught them magic and hunting. He referred to them as his child and little Mage. They soon got very ill and he ,not wanting to lose his only child, seeked out a healer or at least a powerful witch. When he found one, he told Clique to stay home before going to the witch. Clique being delirious and getting sicker, got frightened and tried following him. What they found was not something a child should find, their own parent getting murder before them for a ‘cure’.

[star-bone-sailor]

Fun Facts (actually also pretty terrible ones too)

Novians can’t have nicotine or tar in their system or it burns holes into their insides.

Only pure Novos can handle a lot of alcohol, it takes quite a while for them to be drunk. (though adding sugar makes the effect hit faster but not last as long)

None of them can handle the power of catnip. The few that can, can’t control their shape for long.

Novians can’t handle sugar, it makes them behave like kits except more out of it and bouncing off the walls.

here are the terrible facts:

Clique isn’t that bad of a liar, but only over certain things. 

They can’t lie about being scared to hurt others, they can try but it’s easily snuffed out.

They've been alive long enough to be a pretty good actor when it come to pretending to be fine or happy. (unless you pay attention to their blind side. When they are truly happy it shifts to a brighter colour but it’s usually dull. Or they’ve become frightened, then so damn honest.)

They can lie about their health. They aren’t well at all, they are quite ill. But the only one who knows they’re sick is Sálaldrnarinaðr, who can’t be seen by anyone unless they can see spirits. (he’s not exactly dead more of stuck on the plain of the dead)

[star-bone-sailor]

Distration

The wind moaned hauntingly outside, the larger male huddled closer to the smaller person next to him. The smaller seemed quite at peace listening to the eerie sound of the wind and pattering of the rain. As the rain got heavier, to the point the windows rattled angrily and the wind hissed and groaned.

The larger pulled the smaller into his lap, pressing his head into their back. They went rigid with surprise at being moved, slowly relaxing back down.

“It’s not that scary, Glade. It’s just a storm,” they mewed quietly,  shifting their position so they were facing him.

“Says you. I grew up where any storm meant death,” he grumbled, keeping his head down.

“Well, you’re on Earth now, you dolt. Where it’s more of the humans you have to fear,”  they sighed, patting his green and violet hair.

“You’re an unsympathetic asshole,” he growled lightly.

“Well, ya great big lizard, if you wanted sympathy you shouldn’t have woken me up,” they chirped, rubbing his back with their other hand.

He lifted his head up, staring at them with his violet eyes, pouting. 

“I’m not a lizard, you fatheaded feline,”he flicked out his forked tongue, pouting a little more.

They stuck out part of their own, much longer, forked tongue. Grinning widely, they chuckled, as his pout turned to a blush.

“Hun, I don’t believe in myself nearly enough to be fatheaded. Glad you think so though. How big would my head be if I did though, size of Jupiter or Ganx,” they giggled, pressing their forehead to his shoulder rattling with laughter.

He managed to cool his blushing and said, “I’d have to say... It would be less than Iemix. Maybe a less than a quarter of that comet.”

They laughed even louder, he didn’t even hear the boom of thunder.

“So hahahahaha th-t-the-the same si-size as it i-i-i-is now. Ahahahahahahaha,” they cackled madly, of course they’d find it funny.

He snorted, watching their form shake with their giggling fit. He soon became aware that their hands were holding his face. He made a nervous sound as they brought their seafoam gaze up to look at him. They looked at him, he could feel his cheeks go green as his blood warmed them. It felt like time stopped, their expression became unreadable. They leaned forward, he closed his eyes relaxing his face. He felt nothing but their breath at his ear, his brow  creased.

“The storm passed~,” they whispered before puffing a breath of air into his ear making him jolt away.

They leapt off his lap, and padded across the room to the door. They waited a bit for his delayed angry yowl.

“Clique, you fucking jackass!”

They smirked, swinging the door open and slamming it closed behind them.

[star-bone-sailor]

Shouldn’t Talked

"Mister, who are these ladies," chirped a little boy's voice.

The 'man' turned their head, putting their cigarette back in their mouth.

"Mister, smoking is bad for you," the boy chirped handing the 'man' a picture frame.

The 'man' just nodded, take the frame and looking at the image. It didn't reflect in their seafoam eyes, as if they were looking at nothing. They kept in their hand slowly tracing the details of the frame.

"That would be your mother and I," they answered, taking their cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray.

"But you're not a lady," the boy retorted.

"You'd be surprised by what I'm not, kid," they smiled softly, "Now what would you like for dinner?"

He gave them an irritated look before sighing. Then thought for a bit.

"Pasta.... But I want to help," he grinned.

They gave him a rather confused look.

"Aye, then," rotating their shoulder wincing slightly, "Well, we'll have to settle for hunter's chicken then."

The boy grinned, nodding as they got up.

*timeskip because I'm hungry and would rather not describe the food risking myself either drooling and/or raiding a cabinet *

He watched them get bubblier and bubblier, shifting their shape every now and again. Soon they lay on the floor giggling, he didn't think catnip and scotch mixed mead could do that.

"Mister.... Can you tell me about my mother," he asked timidly, he knew the other one like them was a pretty angry drunk. (never laid a finger on anyone but would metamorphically bite anyone's head off)

They rolled over facing him, their body changing to be more reptilian.

"Sure, kid. Her name was Delia. Delia Jones," they chirped.

He nodded, he sort of wonder why his last name didn't match hers.

"She was a beaut. Course the whole town we lived in thought that, too. She wanted nothing to do with romance and such. Thought it was useless and a terrible game. I can agree it's a horrid game," they mewed, still cheerful in tone though their eyes were a little saddened.

"Oh.... Did you love my mother," the boy asked.

They chuckled, "ah, that I did. I'd been in love before. It's always the same feeling, fluttery. Warm. Mind numbingly painful when it ends. But I was happy to be her close friend."

"Oh," he gave a disappointed pout knowing that the 'man' was just her friend.

"We were together for a long time, then she married a man. Right pain in the butt, Ivan Crest. They were co-workers at Bun Fun. I worked there, too, but different hours and a different job," they mewed, sounding a little bitter despite their happy sound.

The boy stared at them, before mewing, "So what happened to her?"

There was a pregnant pause, their body shifted shape again. Giving a childish snort.

"Well.... She died. I'd come to work early, in through back entrance. The tech was kept back there, it had to be guarded from you know, bad guys. But... There was blood. At first I didn't really care. My night shift at bar had been awful, but it was when I saw his signature.... His godforsaken signature, I ran down the hall," they giggly growled, soon staring at their fingers.

The boy stared at them, in horror.

"I found her..... She wasn't dead yet. She kept chanting.... My baby.. My baby. She was six months pregnant at the time. Her usually pretty honey coloured eyes, were dulling..... She stared at me before saying 'M-Mary.... Mary save my baby.... I know what you are.... Please save my baby.' I couldn't move, I was so scared and then she started screaming at me. Yelling how it was my fault that he'd come. How was I to know he'd come... I thought.... I thought he was gone.... Then she just demanded that I save her child. I tried saying that I could save her, too... But she knew that was a lie... She calmed down when I said I would... But her child would either be blind or deaf. She said she didn't care, she just wanted them to live," they mewed still with joy, their shoulders dropped and they lowered their head.

"Y-you.... You killed her!?"

They didn't move.

"Why didn't you save my mom?!"

"Because if I did, she'd hate me. You wouldn't be here. She'd never have another kid ever again. She may not have loved Ivan, but she loved you before she saw you," they barked, their tone not as harsh as it would've come out if they weren't drunk.

"..... I hate you....."

"Good. Afterall, I'm a monster! I killed your mother just so you'd live. I'm guiltless about it too! She wouldn't have been the first I killed nor will she ever be the last. Get over it, Ethan, you're twelve," they snapped, getting up and walking away.

"..."

He stood there, silently. He didn't have a mother because of them. He couldn't see very well because of them.

"What about my dad?"

"Ha! Ask the monster about your father last. So clever! I don't know. He was broken up about her. When you were born, I tried handing you over to him. I put up an act, telling him I needed his help keeping you safe. He disappeared after that," they shrugged, their creepy cheer returning before fading out.

He stared at them.... They cared for him.... But they were now not something he wanted to be near.

"I'm going to work. I'll drop you off at Ian's. You don't have to see me ever again," they mewed, quite loudly in his ear making him jump.

-

"Ethan..... Why do you hate that.... Dragon...?"

"Alien... And I don't hate them. I just will never forgive them."

"Why not?"

"They told me something they shouldn't have then abandoned me at one of their friend's houses."

"Oh..... But can't you at least talk to them."

"No."

"Did their friend hurt you then."

"No. He was like them. Except he smoked more, didn't drink alcohol at all, and only one job."

"Then why don't you talk to them?"

"Because it's all their fault. I can't forgive them ever. I don't have a mother and I don't have the sight would of had if they'd saved her."

"Ethan.... That doesn't make sense.... But okay.... Also... They said to tell you 'the spiderlegged furball is sorry and understands it’s their fault still'...."

[star-bone-sailor]

Clique is an alcoholic and they sometimes smoke. 

They’re a very cheerful drunk, almost flirty. Almost. I do mean almost flirty. They’re also more open about talking about things. (Course Delia is still out of the question, unless they are really drunk or possibly high as well.)

They rarely smoke. The most they ever smoked was when Ethan was a child.

[star-bone-sailor]

gods, I’m really sorry that I’m taking forever with my comic. I do have the next pages, not done but I do have them. I just have been putting it off. I’m planning something that is a lot smaller and a little less difficult to keep growing. 

I will continue Star Chapter (might change some things, change is good) but I’m starting to work on trying to make a video game. As well as try to make things to sell.