#starscorned

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TF 🖍

[khrused-moved]

𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴, 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂 ― interrupting precious time better spent on a sale, nevermind the ache twisting within the pit of her stomach, the holes in her heart begging to be healed --- how she had missed her touch, her kiss -- that sense of life finally breathed into her lungs, only to be ripped away when she disappeared... without a word, without a trace -- and hera, left behind among the dust and broken pieces, where she had always belonged... how dare she ever believe different -- and how dare orion trick her into believing in fantasy  ―

❛  what the hell do you want?  ❜    an unfriendly welcome, laced with venom and disdain, heartbreak leaking it’s poison into her veins -- arms cross and weight shifts, a popped hip a sign of defiance.    ❛  if you want a bd, just go to the counter. i have nothing else for you.  ❜

PLOTTED STARTER CALL    /     ↺ @starscorned​​ , RE: ORION

[edgerunned]

               ❝ HEY EVIE, ❞ Uh, shit. Is that too familiar? You conspired behind your fixer’s back together and both ended up more dead than alive-- not exactly a good foundation for a healthy friendship. Then again, what qualifies as healthy in a city like this? Just a couple years ago we thought cybernetic organs were more ‘healthy’ than the real thing. It took a series of neural interface breakdowns for people to realize that maybe evolution did do its job right in the first place.   ❝ Sorry, I’ll get outta your hair in a sec. Just swung by to drop off some wontons for Jude and I saw you were up...You hungry? ❞   She shakes the greasy takeout bag in hand, the bottom gone translucent from excess oil. It smells like heaven and probably tastes like cardboard, but fuel is fuel, right?   ❝ I can just leave ‘em over here... ❞   V has her own fair share of trauma, she knows how different it looks on every person. What she might need in the moment could be an anathema to whatever Evelyn’s dealing with. Best not to overstay their welcome. Everything is temporary. Even this.

STARTER //: @starscorned​

[abhailiu]

@starscorned​ asked: “Strange how there’s always a little more innocence left to lose.” - Orion for Antoinetta in ES verse!

      What does innocence matter in a world that doesn’t care for it? Most of the people within this sanctuary had been innocents, once, until something happened that made them not. Some were born to walk the path of a seemingly mundane and normal life, others were pushed into greatness and those who remain were often pushed to shadow. Antoinetta had always been fascinated by death. 

       It had started off small. Sinking into a pond until her lungs burned and darkness edged her vision. Watching her aunt’s face fall into her stew and how she’d foamed at the mouth. If there had been anything innocent about her, Antoinetta was certain that the Imperial prison had pushed it out of her. Guards could be cruel when there were bars and cages, and she had taken great delight in how they’d squealed when she’d visited them in their beds. 

      "It’s wonderful how that works. Nothing is cherished unless it’s worth enough money. I know I have taken my fair share of “innocent lives” over the years and nothing makes me happier than watching it leave their eyes in their final moments.” It’s too cheery, how she says it; as casual as one might find another discussing the change in the weather. “No room for worrying about them, though! They will all die in the end!”

[phantombs]

“There’s a cave in you,” Cường broaches over the chopping of scallions, green and fragrant and of the summer bunch. The pot is simmering half-full with water already, and there, with its churning, is the echo of murmurs, cavernous, eerily loud, and rumbling. He hears it distinctly. Mysteriously. Rolling his wrist, he chops the stub. “But not so hollow. Full. Full with song and crystals that hear my name I give to them. I strain to listen. I hope they sing it back.” Like... Belonging. Home? Huh. “Give me the ginger, thank you.”

@starscorned​, waxing poetic  (❤︎).

[takivvatanga]

@starscorned cont. from here i had this in my drafts for ages and inspiration struck so here’s a thing bc i love these two so much 

Down the narrow stairs, taking two, sometimes even three at a time. Out the door in two attempts because it’s old and sticks and jams sometimes and if there should ever be a fire in the building they’re most definitely fucked. Into the street, where the fog from the river continues to linger, golden-hued in the light of the streetlamps. Headphones on, music up, skip along the sidewalk like a little kid – whoever said you aren’t allowed to skip once you get to a certain age was clearly a miserable bastard who didn’t know shit. Up past the shops, across the road, shortcut through a dark alley. Stella speeds her steps, doesn’t want to risk missing her train. Not like it matters. There’s always another one. The buzz of her phone in the back pocket of her jeans. Neville. Stella smiles.

[txt: Neville] lmao yes how could I not

[txt: Neville] i couldn’t read properly and you couldn’t remember anything. One brain cell between us and that’s on a good day. I hated that class so much holy shit I felt like I was the dumbest person on the whole planet

[txt: Neville] but I met you so it was worth it

[txt: Neville] lmaoooo the tomatoes remember how i used to give them to you bc i hate them and mum thought i got a taste for them all of a sudden and kept giving me so many bloody tomatoes

[txt: Neville] she still doesn’t realise i don’t like tomatoes

[informaticn]

                               TRICK OR TREAT     /     @starscorned

[synthmama]

Spots to kiss + 31 from Corvo

spots to kiss // accepting.