stardust.

what do stars do best?

[yvainnesmoved]

yeah, this is where it fell. or, if you want to be really specific, up there is where this weird, bloody necklace came out of nowhere and knocked it out of the heavens when it was minding its own business !  

                                           yvaine of stardust. by nosta.

[yvainnesmoved]

Hi moved blogs. Same url!

[yvainnesmoved]

lmfao why am i apparently blocked by people i never even talked to??

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍   [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

sentence starters based on lyrics from various songs by   elton john.   some lyrics have been modified to be more usable .  change gendered language   &   add context to your needs .   happy roleplaying !!  ♡

“   it’s  a  little  bit  funny ,   this  feeling  inside .   ” “   i’m  not  one  of  those  who  can  easily  hide .   ” “   i  don’t  have  much  money ,  but  boy ,   if  i  did   …   i’d  buy  a  big  house  where  we  both  could  live .   ” “   i  know  it’s  not  much ,   but ,   it’s  the  best  i  can  do .   ” “   yours  are  the  sweetest  eyes  i’ve  ever  seen .   ” “  it’s  lonely  out  in  space .   ” “   i’m  not  the  man  they  think  i  am  at  home .   ” “   mars  ain’t  the  kind  of  place  to  raise  your  kids .   ” “   it’s  cold  as  hell .   ” “   all  the  science ,   i  don’t  understand .   ” “   it’s  just  my  job  five  days  a  week .   ” “   i  think  it’s  gonna  be  a  long ,   long  time .   ” “   don’t  look  at  it  like  it’s  forever .   ” “   between  you   &   me ,   i  can  honestly  say  that  things  will  only  get  better .   ” “   while  i’m  away ,   dust  out  the  demons  inside .   ” “   it  won’t  be  long  before  you   &   me  run  to  the  place  in  our  hearts  where  we  hide .   ” “   time  on  my  hands  could  be  time  spent  with  you .   ”  “   picture  my  face  in  your  hands .   ” “   live  for  each  second  without  hesitation .   ” “   never  forget  i’m  your  man .   ” “   cry  in  the  night  if  it  helps .   ” “   i  simply  love  you  more  than  i  love  life  itself .   ” “   i  guess  that’s  why  they  call  it  the  blues .   ” “   you  can  always  count  on  me  for  sure .   ” “   that’s  what  friends  are  for .   ” “   i’ll  be  on  your  side  forevermore .   ” “   prima  donna ,   lord ,  you  really  shoulda  been  there .   ” “   one  more  beer ,   &   i  don’t  hear  you  anymore .  ” “   we’ve  all  gone  crazy  lately .   ” “   you  almost  had  your  hooks  in  me ,   didn’t  you ,   dear ??   ” “   you  nearly  had  me  roped   &   tied .   ” “   you’re  a  butterfly ,   &    butterflies  are  free  to  fly .   ” “   it’s  four  o’clock  in  the  morning ,   damn  it !!   ” “   i’m  sleepin’  with  myself  tonight .   ” “   someone  saved  my  life  tonight .   ” “   you  could  never  know  what  it’s  like .   ” “   there’s  a  cold ,   lonely  light  that  shines  from  you .   ” “   you’ll  wind  up  like  the  wreck  you  hide  behind  that  mask  you  use .   ” “   did  you  think  this  fool  could  never  win ??   ” “   i’m  still  standing  after  all  this  time .   ” “   i’m  pickin’   up  the  pieces  of  my  life  without  you  on  my  mind .   ” “   once ,   i  never  could  have  hoped  to  win .   ” “   you’re  starting  down  the  road   &   leaving  me  again .   ” “   if  our  love  was  just  a  circus ,   you’d  be  a  clown  by  now .   ” “   i  can’t  light  no  more  of  your  darkness .   ” “   i’m  growin’  tired ,   &   time  stands  still  before  me .   ” “   it’s  too  late  to  save  myself  from  falling .   ” “   don’t  let  the  sun  go  down  on  me .   ” “   although  i  search  myself ,   it’s  always  someone  else  i  see .   ” “   don’t  discard  me  just  because  you  think  i  mean  you  harm .   ” “   these  cuts  i  have ,   they  need  love  to  help  them  heal .   ”  “   you  had  the  grace  to  hold  yourself  while  those  around  you  crawled .   ” “   i  would’ve  liked  to  know  you ,   but  i  was  just  a  kid .   ” “   your  candle  burned  out  long  before  your  legend  ever  did .   ” “   loneliness  was  the  toughest  role  you  ever  played .   ” “   you  flirt  with  any  old  face  that  comes  along .   ” “   i  won’t  be  your  whipping  boy .   ” “   i  was  thirty ,   i  look  like  fifty ,   but  i  feel  like  sixty - three .   ” “   you’re  dirty ,   but  you’re  worth  it .   ” “   i’m  on  a  losing  streak .   ” “   i  can’t  seem  to  get  much  sleep .   ” “   until  i  saw  your  city  lights ,   honey ,   i  was  blind .   ” “   change  is  gonna  do  me  well .   ” “   living  in  the  city  ain’t  where  it’s  at .   ” “   i  can  bitch  because  i’m  better  than  you .   ” “   what  have  i  gotta  do  to  make  you  love  me ??   ” “   what  have  i  gotta  do  to  make  you  care ??   ” “   what  do  i  do  to  make  you  want  me ??   ”  “   what  have  i  gotta  do  to  be  heard ??   ” “   why  can’t  we  talk  it  over ??   ” “   sorry  seems  to  be  the  hardest  word .   ” “   something  tells  me  you’re  not  satisfied .   ” “   you’ve  got  plans  to  make  me  one  of  four  or  five .   ” “   i  guess  this  kind  of  thing’s  just  in  your  blood .   ” “   this  vicious  cycle’s  getting  out  of  hand .   ”

[yvainnesmoved]

STARTER CALL BESTIES

[yvainnesmoved]

she ponders about the storm, perhaps with the certain fascination of someone who has never witnessed one up close. because stars reside in the sky, far beyond the clouds, and rain pours down to earth, and thus, Yvainne supposes it was one of those things she was never meant to enjoy.

he finds her sitting by the helm, occupying the steps leading up to it, palm on cheek and eyes lost in the horizon, as if expecting, as if waiting. and when he approaches her with silent steps ( it is uncanny, how easily the man known as Hook can stealth into the darkness without being perceived ), she jumps at his voice, thin brows furrow in slight annoyance at being caught off guard.

“ do you always manage to scare everybody like that? ” the star huffs, arms fold over her chest as if defensively trying to impose a barrier between the  two. she still senses it, the sinister aura around the captain; it has not vanished even after days of travelling aboard his ship. not a man to be trusted at all, “ you’ve distracted me. i cannot return to what i was thinking of now, ” an exaggeration, of course ( stars are known for being dramatic ), “ ... do you think it will rain soon? ” tosses this at @piraticalwit​ 

[notmorbid]

marilou is everywhere.

dialogue prompts from marilou is everywhere by sarah elaine smith.

what’s the matter?

i’m blessed with second sight.

nobody ever gave me a damn thing.

sometimes sick is something somebody else can see on you.

sometimes other place sound good just because they aren’t here.

did it again, didn’t i?

the only solution, i’m afraid, is a murdering.

aren’t you sweet?

i feel like i should have an aspirin. or a drink.

if you want to hang me to the cross, you’ll have to come back tomorrow.

i’m heavy sick of not seeing the sky.

you think this place is real, but it’s not.

what do you want to know about yourself?

you want to hear a story?

i’m so damn tired of telling you everything.

when did you get back? why didn’t you tell me?

name the emotion and it won’t own your ass.

i am prey to superstition and misery.

you’re almost gone. you’re lucky it’s not all the way.

why don’t you just get on with it?

sometimes i heard people calling me ‘trauma girl’.

i didn’t call it praying. i didn’t call it anything.

you don’t have to keep doing this to yourself.

you have never been alone.

anything you make nice for someone else is made good for you, too.

i never hid from the fact of what i did.

it sounds so small when i say it like that.

mom’s being weird about the lottery again.

i love you. i miss you. i’m sorry.

my life is hard and i deserve a break.

work has sometimes been my only peace.

we really do sound alike.

there’s something i wanted to bring up.

just to be clear, i don’t want to hear any ‘sorry’. we’re not doing that.

they sent you to therapy, huh?

you can talk, you know.

i don’t know where to start.

when i don’t know what to say i usually ask a question.

i’ve been trying to get out of here since i was six.

can i ask you something? i don’t know if it’s okay to ask.

i don’t intend to waste my life on you, that’s all.

i’m no martyr, i promise.

[evermore-fashion]

Paolo Sebastian “Once Upon a Dream” Spring 2018 Haute Couture Collection

[theoptia]

Kim Nam-Jo, from “Foreign Flags”; translated by Brother Anthony of Taizé

Text ID: There I first glimpsed / such desolate loneliness.

[winglessfairy-deactivated202010]

“She had that kind of light that would burn through the night.”

— Lana Rafaela (via wnq-writers)

[notmorbid]

marilou is everywhere.

dialogue prompts from marilou is everywhere by sarah elaine smith.

what’s the matter?

i’m blessed with second sight.

nobody ever gave me a damn thing.

sometimes sick is something somebody else can see on you.

sometimes other place sound good just because they aren’t here.

did it again, didn’t i?

the only solution, i’m afraid, is a murdering.

aren’t you sweet?

i feel like i should have an aspirin. or a drink.

if you want to hang me to the cross, you’ll have to come back tomorrow.

i’m heavy sick of not seeing the sky.

you think this place is real, but it’s not.

what do you want to know about yourself?

you want to hear a story?

i’m so damn tired of telling you everything.

when did you get back? why didn’t you tell me?

name the emotion and it won’t own your ass.

i am prey to superstition and misery.

you’re almost gone. you’re lucky it’s not all the way.

why don’t you just get on with it?

sometimes i heard people calling me ‘trauma girl’.

i didn’t call it praying. i didn’t call it anything.

you don’t have to keep doing this to yourself.

you have never been alone.

anything you make nice for someone else is made good for you, too.

i never hid from the fact of what i did.

it sounds so small when i say it like that.

mom’s being weird about the lottery again.

i love you. i miss you. i’m sorry.

my life is hard and i deserve a break.

work has sometimes been my only peace.

we really do sound alike.

there’s something i wanted to bring up.

just to be clear, i don’t want to hear any ‘sorry’. we’re not doing that.

they sent you to therapy, huh?

you can talk, you know.

i don’t know where to start.

when i don’t know what to say i usually ask a question.

i’ve been trying to get out of here since i was six.

can i ask you something? i don’t know if it’s okay to ask.

i don’t intend to waste my life on you, that’s all.

i’m no martyr, i promise.

[soracities]

Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”, Complete Poems

[Text ID: “Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me,”]

[feral-ballad]

“They all want to hear my own story which on my living tongue is dead. I search for someone who remembers it, page for page, thread for thread. I’ll lend them my breath, give them my beat to see if hearing it wakes it in me.”

— Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Randall Couch, From Madwomen: The Locas Mujeres Poems of Gabriela Mistral, a Bilingual Edition; “The Storyteller”

[enjoy-the-life-baby]

[yvainnesmoved]

yeah, this is where it fell. or, if you want to be really specific, up there is where this weird, bloody necklace came out of nowhere and knocked it out of the heavens when it was minding its own business !  

                                           yvaine of stardust. by nosta.

[yvainnesmoved]

*sprawls across the ship’s deck in front of her* tell me something, love. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?   (  @piraticalwit​  )

                 “     …     you     sound     drunk,     captain.     you     look     drunk.     ”    

                 she    has     learned     to     identify     the     traces     of     alcohol     in     him     specifically     (     It’s     difficult,     some     humans     have     high     tolerance,     and     Hook     is     one     of     them     ),     however,    his     erratic     behavior     is     a     dead     giveaway.   Or     perhaps,     she     thinks,     he     just     seeks     to     confuse     her,     trick     her     and     wrap     her     around     his     hook     even     further     –     what    she     knows     of     human     behavior     has     been     learned     through     observation,     centuries     upon     centuries     of     glancing     from     above.     By     all     means,     it     is     easy     to     confuse     her,     even   if     she     denies     it,     and     Hook     seems     an     expert     in     the     art     of     manipulation     –     he   has     to     be,     she     supposes.     His     life   has     not     been     kind     to     him.

               “     yes,     it     did     hurt,   as     a     matter     of     fact,     ”     she     retorts,   arms     folded     over     her     chest     and     eyes     averting     his     smirk     (     it     is     embarrassing   to     recall     the     fall,     ungraceful     by     all     means     ),     “     human     bodies     are     far     too    fragile,     and     I     feel     an     awful     pain     in   my     neck     and     shoulders     and     …     other     parts     ...     ”     nose     wrinkles     slightly,     a     moment     of     contemplative     silence     before     she     adds,     “     you     need     to     quit     your     drinking,    you     are     almost     making     it     seem     like     you     are     trying     to     charm     me     the     way    some     men     do     to     women.     ”

[yvainnesmoved]

piraticalwit​:

The words slip unbidden from a rum soaked mouth - the intent with which she had looked upon the water spoke to him, called to him, and for a moment he had simply thought of her as a lass caught in a storm for the very first time - but such an illusion does not last, and a hollow laugh seeps its way up the pirate’s throat. “Do you?” The question is a threat carried on the breeze through an otherwise silent night, eyes blue like the sky suddenly darkened like a tumultuous sea. His wrist throbs, a phantom ache of a wound much deeper than it seems, and ringed fingers clench into a fist at his side, knuckles popping with the force of it. 

The stars above, her sisters she claims, twinkle down with a light that has always angered him - frustration at being bathed in something he does not deserve boiling like molten lead through long salted veins. Once he had hoped while looking at the night sky, had wished upon each and every orb of light - but such games were for children, for those daft enough to believe in them .. and Killian Jones has not been such a man for years yet. 

Black boots cover the distance between them, fingers twisting curved steel from its gauntlet until it frees with a satisfying click. The lantern light catches it, reflection of a glow that bathes it as a treasure that it most certainly is not  - and a growl reverberates through the captain’s chest, anger hidden behind the call of a wild beast, the cry of a wounded animal that lives within. The weapon is all but shoved into her face, words slurred and gruff but a gauntlet thrown between them all the same. “You know nothing of violence, love.  until you have lived it.” A scoff passes through him as he leans ever closer, halting only when lips are a mere few inches from her ear. “Watching is nothing more than the act of a coward - you can’t tell me of my pain even more than I can tell you yours.” The lilt of the word shows how little he thinks of it - after all, what can a star know of true darkness? He had hoped she would shed her light, offer her a vision when he had none - but all the lass had done was remind him of someone similar, a woman as borne of hope and virtue as she was. 

For the briefest of moments blonde hair blowing in the night wind turns to black, solemn expression mixing to one of laughter and Killian stumbles back, fluttering eyelids until the vision goes away, and he is once more in the nightmare he is trapped in. “What I’ve done, lass - is fight for my bloody survival in a world that cares not for men like me. Those of us near death cast adrift in a place that you have to claw to escape from.” Blue eyes glance up to the heavens, frustration rising like anger only to spill forth to the woman who has so readily presented herself. “You’ve watched me, have you ? Judged my actions, my torment - But if you’ve seen that, then you’ve heard the words I used to so often speak.” The question is there on the tip of his tongue - Why? Why judge when you refuse to listen? Each unanswered prayer, each futile wish has carved a hole in Captain Hook’s heart - and before he is done, he will carve a hole into hers.

A deep inhale as he seems to gain control once again, fingers resetting curved steel to where it belongs with another satisfying click. She turns, finally - regaling him with the gaze that speaks of his guilt for various misdeeds and crimes, the gaze that pierces through him as if Yvaine can see the blood of a thousand men soaking through black leather. Blue eyes are steady as they meet her own, words gruff and quiet where before they had been slurred in anger. “What I want is entirely up to you, love. A way to heal a long scarred heart - or, if needed, for you to give up your own.” Lips stretch in a fiercely threatening grin as he takes a swallow of rum, eyes closing as if to relish the heat akin to the flames of hell that haunt his every thought - and when he swallows he looks at her once more, gaze unwavering from the star’s own. “Your choice.”

                       “     and     you     shall     have     no     knowledge     of     what     I     have     witnessed     until     you     become     a     star     yourself   –     which     will     never     happen.     so     kindly    stop     assuming     what     I     have     seen     or     lived.     I     have     centuries     on     you     and     will    have     even     after     you’re     –     ”

                      tone    is     challenging,     yet     it     stops     dead     cold   once     the     captain     moves     all     too     close     to   her     (     she     radiates     that     light,     it     could     blind     even     the     most     fearsome     sailor;   make     him     tremble     in     fear,     yet     Hook     does   not     falter     ).     she     freezes,     unused     to    the     proximity     of     a     man     to     her     (     or     any     human     being,     for     that     matter.     She   dislikes     profusely     the     stench     of     rum     that   exhales     from     his     lips     as     he     speaks,     yet     she     seems     unable     to     move     ).    

                      is    it     fear     what     she     experiences?     Is     it     fear     of     him?     Is     such     a     humane     emotion     capable     in     a     being     ancient     like     she     is?    Her     pride     is     immense,     matching     only     the    light     she     gave     out     once     in     the     sky   –     she     will     not     allow     him     to     intimidate    her     with     his     words,     or     his     actions.

                    “     and     you     consider     killing   a     much     more     valiant     behavior?     ”     she    spits     back,     scalding     hot     to     the     touch     is     her     skin     despite     the     chilly     night     (    her     human     form     is     difficult     to     control,    she     feels     constricted,     about     to     burst     into   blinding     rays     of     light     ),     “     I     don’t     care     for     you     enough     to     judge     you,    captain     –     I     was     simply     stating     a     fact.     If     you     feel     threatened     by     the     truth,     then     that     is     by     far     more     telling    than     anything     else     I     can     say     or     do.     ”

                     she    keeps     her     gaze     steady     on     his     own     (    while     his     irises     darken     to     a     stormy     ocean,     hers     become     an     an     inhuman     blue,     ice     and     silver     mixed     into     one     ),     and   yet,     it     comes     a     moment     when     he     speaks   of     the     words     he     has     uttered     as     well   –     prayers     that     she     has     heard     once     upon     a     time.     Does     she     resent     him     for   not     praying     any     longer?     For     giving     into   the     darkness     surrounding     his     heart     instead     of     keeping     his     eyes     on     the     stars     above?,   “     yes.     I     have     heard     them,     ”     is     all     she     can     manage     to     say     at     first,     and     Yvaine     wonders     if     this     thing     she     feels     in     her     chest     is     guilt     –     empathy,   “     I     have     heard     them     as     well     …     ”     her     heart     –     he     wants     her     heart,     to     heal     his’.     To     heal     what    cannot     be     healed     (     nobody     can     reverse   time,     change     the     outcome     of     fate,     and     it    seems     he     would     do     that     if     he     could   in     a     heartbeat     ).     Yvaine     knows     she     should     step     back     once     the     dangerous     glint     in     his     eyes     returns,     the     mocking     smirk     –    she     remains     firmly     standing     in     place,     however,     because     stars     are     prideful     creatures,   “     not     even     having     a     star     in     your     hand     could     heal     that     heart     of     yours,     captain.     I     have     seen,     however,     some     of     your     kind     seek     temporary     solace     in     the     company     of     a     warm     body     –     perhaps     you   should     consider     that     instead     of     holding     grudges     against     me.     ”