#stardust crosses

[lonelylanterns]

Warm Like Stardust

It is hard having a warm heart in a cold world. Your heart is warm filled with empathy, love, and sympathy. It contains all the essence this world lacks. You are one of the very last beings who have been living this long without evolving into having a cool heart. But it is hard, isn’t it? The world has screwed you over thousands of times but you stood there taking a deep breath allowing the cool air to calm down yourself. You thought to yourself, it is okay I am this kind person the world needs me the world lacks this power I have to feel and sympathize so I will keep going because you thought if you let go of this.

The part that you identify yourself with will also be gone. All that would be left is an empty can. Today here you stand your eyes brimming with tears. What was it this time? Friendship, relationship, or your family? You stand there staring deep into your eyes in the shop window reflection. Deep within your eyes, you see a hidden beast you have been taming for too long. You could unleash it but you don’t want it to hurt the people you love no matter what. You know the beast inside you is capable of greater things it can slaughter this whole city within a few minutes. “What is stopping you, hun?“ I say.

“A stupid thing called values,” you reply without even looking towards me.

“Oh really, how useless,” I say with a scoff.

“I am sorry I am not like you, I can learn to draw boundaries and learn to be fulfilled by myself but maybe these emotions these values are for a reason, for something I cannot fathom. That beast is a part of me I accept it and will use it when necessary, but I can’t let it take over me,”

In that tone is it anger filled in every word, or is it pain?

With flowing tears, you hastily walk away to hide your face from me. So all this is that promise you made to yourself at a young age when you witnessed the horrible world you live in. You don’t deserve any of that pain. You are the most lovable person I ever met. I would love to embrace you and give the whole world just to see those eyes smiling, and no I was not a cold beast I was very much like you and that part exist in me as well. I just want to protect you, like I have been since you were young, but I think you know how to do that now. A grin on my face appears as I see you walking away, the cold heavy fog enveloping you. Good luck then I will get going. See you on the other side.

[malevolute]

@stardust-crosses​

The market was...Much busier than the bard was anticipating.  He honestly would’ve rather packed shop up and gone home.  He could get his shopping done another day.  Other faces had been bumping into him so rudely, he wondered if they all were raised in a collective barn.  Where he was able to steel himself a bit and make his way out of the crowd, a young woman was not as lucky, and was practically crashing to the ground.

Before she could meet the pavement, Octavo reached out to grab her arm.  His grip was tight as he pulled the young woman back up.

“My my, quite lively here, isn’t it?”  Once she was standing, he released her from his grip, offering a sympathetic smile.

“You’re alright, yes?”  Physically, she seemed fine.  But places like this would always send Octavo into sensory overload.  He wanted to extend the kindness to make sure her headspace was alright.

[ombraventi]

@stardust-crosses​

“Hmm... a tad crass, honestly.” Vaati had his arms crossed over his chest as he examined the statues, so lifelike and realistic that they felt real. Now, he wasn’t judging the fact that the statues were lifelike- as a fan of petrification curses, that wasn’t the problem at all. No, the problem was the lack of artistry. Where was the fear? The horror? He could most certainly do better- and he’d be nice, and not even use his curses.

Thankfully there was a place to make your own little sculptures, and sculpt he would. It was easy to draw to mind the image of the princess he’d trapped in stone, watching the statue get recreated before his very eyes. A shame that the light force wasn’t made up along with it, but... oh well. He had enough of it already.

“There, now that’s more interesting.”

[aprentis]

@stardust-crosses​.

   “ excuse me--  have you seen my hat around here? ”   coco gestures with her hands, trying her best to emulate a cone shape.   “ it’s, uh, about thiis big, round at the bottom, ‘n pointy at the top! ”   it isn’t working quite as well as she wants, so she trades her frantic movements with a simple triangle formed with her thumbs and pointer fingers.  it’s not much, but it’s better.

   “ i’d really hate to be without it, ”   she explains, a little embarrassed to be so frazzled over a missing hat,   “ if another witch were to find it, they’d think i was in trouble--  a-and i’m not, i’m just missing my hat! ”

[wherethewindblew]

@stardust-crosses​

“Haha!  I don’t think I can do this!”  She was chickening out.  The thought of jumping...Off a cliff to safety?  That was too good to be true!  “I don’t think we should do this!  Let’s pick a different quest!”

[courageousguise]

@stardust-crosses​

Well, this wasn’t how Link had wanted his art museum trip to go. He figured it was something he should’ve expected, honestly- this place always found a way to make things go south, quickly. However, he was nothing if not resourceful! Unfortunately though, ‘resourceful’ wasn’t going to help much if most of his weapons didn’t do anything.

However, that wasn’t going to stop him from trying his best to make things work. Much to his surprise, he’d found his pictograph box was working on some of these monsters. It was the ones who’d come from portraits, he realized eventually. Weird, but... well, he wasn’t going to complain. He’d dealt with weirder.

It was actually a bit fun, in a strange way. Link held up the camera, snapping the monsters that he could back into portraits- and then paused with a frown when he realized one of them wasn’t going back in. 

‘Are you not one of them, then?’

[helpingthelongrain]

@stardust-crosses​ asked: (how badly do u wanna smooch raine >:3c)

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie.

“I-is that really any of your business?!” Just because he couldn’t tell a lie didn’t mean he had to actually answer— but the expression he was making already spoke more than his words would have anyways.

[isolaradiale]

Hi there, I'd like to reapp Colette Brunel from Tales of Symphonia if I could!

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