#xenostella

[dxsole]

@xenostella​ | Liked For A Starter

“Don’t gimme that squinty...judgemental face...that sour puss. Fuck off, man.” Lázaro mutters-- no, really whines. He’s nursing a hangover and attempting to ward off the pain with freshly squeezed orange juice with a splash of gin. And pancakes. He ordered pancakes. 

Thankfully, he didn’t sound very upset, more peeved about the pain and the fact that Hugo...what? Asked Wes to babysit him or something? Lame! He’s a grown man! “You keep hangin’ round Hugo an’ your face is gonna stick like that. He’s always scowlin’, you know? Pisses me off-- and he keeps whackin’ me! I ain’t even doin’ nothin’! Just fuckin’ mean as hell with the face of a mastiff...” He sips his spiked OJ before raising his shades up over his eyes-- wait, no, bad idea. He immediately regrets it and puts them back on.

“Fuckin’ sun-- anyway, just don’t tell him I said that ‘cause then he’ll like...shoot me in the dick or put clamps on my nips and light me the fuck up. Dude’s fuckin’ scary, I dunno, man.”

[streetsofsecrets-a]

xenostella replied to your photoset: In which Sal’s Whiteness shows. 

[sal voice] what kinna juice? koolaid?

he’s thinkin.....this woman really made a whole song about fuckin’ KOOL AID....

[flos-timore]

@xenostella​ requested a Zora combo with extra fries. Fry machine broke.

--- “HEY, there! Buddy! I don’t know you, like... AT ALL, but you look like you know ‘yer way around a gun! .. Probably!  SO.... You up ‘fer a bet?” 

[localmagicalboi]

✨ ❝reunite.❞ | wes & vi.

✨ @xenostella​ guess ill die.

It was always that fucking bench. Virote always found himself sitting there whenever he had the time. Beyond meeting with clients or dance studios or studying. If he had a moment to spare in the dead of night, it was always spent on the bench. And, for what? Just so he could feel discouraged enough to go back home? To wait for someone that would possibly not return? Sounded about right for him. Forming attachments that ended up hurting him more than helping ( he wouldn't have it any other way. )

Was freezing cold outside, too. Late November, the wind causing him to shiver in his several layers of clothing. Would've brought Kikimora, except she wasn't too fond of cold gusts of wind, either. He didn't even know if his waiting would result in something good. All Virote knew was that waiting was all he could do. Maybe, he'd return. One day. Maybe. Didn't bet on it, but was hopeful enough to keep waiting. Virote missed him. Terribly.

To admit that he was the only person that Virote had was surely admitting weakness; however, that was the only person he had. The only person he had in a long time. And, he left. For what seemed like an eternity. Seemed like another pointless night to be waiting, he’d stay there for another hour until— WELL, WAIT A MINUTE.

Virote leaned forward and squinted, catching sight of a figure in the distance. The way they meandered about, it seemed familiar. Was it—? Virote didn’t give himself time to confirm whether or not it was Wes. All he could do was run towards him, arms out stretched, pulling him into a hug. Hopefully, it was him. No words spoken, no nothing.

Would’ve been awkward as fuck if it was just some stranger.

[misstheground]

@xenostella ( starter call )

Everything about this job made Shoya antsy. Her gut said not to do it. Her wallet, however, disagreed, and the payment was simply too good to turn this down out of mere trepidation. But the fact that the previous person hired for this had simply disappeared didn’t bode well.

She was scanning for him now, pushing her little ship’s sensors to their limits. The sooner she got this done, the better. After several hours of this, a series of beeps alerted her that she’d found something. Finally.

Settling into her pilot’s seat, Shoya reached for the comms system, powering up the translator just in case. The old system took so long to fire up, it was better to get it started now for if she needed it. “Hello. This is Shoya Kasamali of the starship Indra. Are you receiving me?”

[mcneyhoney]

@xenostella​

     “ ---- if you hate it, just tell me. not because i take criticism well, which i don’t, but because i need a two second head start to think of a damning retort before i grab my coat and storm out of here. “   

           she’s never nervous playing a song for somebody.  never.   she’s sang for old lovers, judges, record executives, for auditions and for gigs and even for her parents, and   nothing   before has come close to this. it’s not a very big song, but it’s one she wrote for him. solely, for him, and that’s rare. this sentiment isn’t shared with another lover, not even with a stranger she fell in brief love with out of pure spontaneity. 

     no,    this    song is special.  this   song is his.

[pararennial-archived]

👻👻👻👻👻👻 !!

For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

    She did her best to shroud her concerns and her fears, only a few know of her current situation. Ascending into godhood is like outgrowing one’s skin, your true inner self threatening to break out the safety of a mortal shell.  She doesn’t want this. She feels her divinity seeping out, burning out and purging what makes her human. She doesn’t know what will be left of her.

     ❝I don’t want to be anything like them.❞

[felynefighter]

► chase: START!

@xenostella

She turned on the radio.

It was an uneventful time in the void at Inky Nomad. She’d just woken up, cats were fed and the seemingly ancient music coming from the device put a comforting background noise on the ship as Kana prepared breakfast. The trip to the fridge was a worrying one. Seems like she’d need to go to the next planet to restock and for general maintenance. The only problem is... spending money wasn’t a reality right now. Kana would often rather starve herself before her five feline companions, so having to spend a few days with just the bare minimum wasn’t a problem, though it wasn’t preferred.

She hummed to herself, a sandwich in one hand and the other up on her face, scratching the corner of her mouth. Now that she thought of it, she hasn’t caught a big fish in a while. With a bite, her attention turned to the radio, which interrupted its music to give the usual bounty round, the biggest reward crowning some Wesley Valke. The name resonates with a few memories, not hearing it for quite some time.

“200,000R, eh? Not bad, Wild Zephyr. Maybe this time I’ll get a good treat to myself an’ my babies.”

Okay, she’s convinced. He’s gonna have one hell of a time once she actually finds him. Without a second to waste, Kana hopped on her computer and began her search. She wondered that if she was in the area of this bounty transmission, she must be at least a bit close to her goal. Has anyone seen this man?