𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒹𝓈

one of the advantages of having a view from the starfields like you must, starshine, is being able to see and hold any small or large thing you want—and to find some kind of thrill or meaning or beauty in it. 🥹 it is very much one of my core beliefs that i have to hold onto, that life is beautiful, even if it means sometimes you have to grit your teeth and find that beauty in like. the oily reflection of a puddle, lmao. or a tiny white moth. or the way everyone mows their lawns at the same time after a week of rain, so that the way home smells green. 🥹🌾 starfall, whenever u think of me or see something that brings u joy i want you to remember that i am thinking of you too, and have been, in a hundred different ways, big and small. 🥺 like when i hold an acrylic charm and the rainbow foiling on it shines; or when i glance to my corkboard and see a sweet little doodle pinned there. or when i’m wondering how you’re doing, and whether you’re doing well. 🥺 taking breaks is important!!! really really truly. and it’s hard too, i think, to remind ourselves of why; especially when social media rewards consistency. 🥺 what i have been telling myself, these past few months, is that the slowness (the ability to take the time) is the sweetness. 🥹 the luxury of being human and being able to take a break from something we love, or take our time with it. there’s been so many days where i could’ve smashed through a word count goal easily—and instead i did something silly like take a nap lmao, right under the window and in the afternoon sun, just like a cat. 🥹 there’s so much in our day to day lives that demands our stress, obligations like work or school or family, but making art isn’t one of them. it is first and always a pleasure, no matter how fiddly or frustrating it can be. i hope it always brings you joy, no matter the time between making it. 🥹✨

for whatever it’s worth, starlight, i think you’re growing up pretty magnificently—and that the world is incredibly lucky to have you. 🥹🌷✨🌙💕🤍

LMAOOOOO no no, absolutely not, i refuse to believe it. 🥹 i mean!!! tumblr’s literally the micro-blogging site, like i’m pretty sure it invented the format, it’s meant for quick, clustered thoughts. 🥹 we expect it!! in fact, i assume people like the chatter—like, in general, but also especially here lmfaooooo. it’s always come off to me as a mix of like, that need we sometimes have of wanting to know the thoughts/inner workings of someone we admire, and the attraction we have collectively, as a society, to voyeuristic things like day-in-my-life vlogs and the like. the natural admiration and noisiness we have as a species. 🥹🥹 maybe i’m only speaking for myself, but i love it!!! the humanisation is reassuring. 😩 ANDDDD!!!!! ANON!!!!! if people didn’t want to see u talk they wouldn’t follow u. 🫵🏽🥹🫴🏽💗 some of my favourite people on here just post whatever they want and i LOVEEE IT!!!! i like seeing their thoughts on their blorbos, or how work or school is evil, how they got a parcel in the mail or picked up a little treat for themselves. 🥺 what they’re gonna do on holiday or how they went out with their friends or the positions their blorbo would bend them into. 🥹 it’s fun. 😌 and like, on a more serious note, i (personally) rarely find it a detractor? if i find myself like, annoyed, it’s less about the spamming and more like, if the spammer is being constantly cruel or otherwise mean-spirited. 💀 and they r easy and quick to spot lmaoooo. everyone else is just having fun in the way they wanna on the blogs they started. 🥹 overshare to your heart’s content, my love. 😌 how else will ur people find you if they don’t overhear you talking? 🥺

omg, the title game. 🥺 PLEASEE vola, i would love to have a reason to play. 🥹🫣 ok ok lemme try and cook something.

cold moon over the ruined castle

Overlooking Musutafu village from atop the hill, the ruins of Yūei castle are a stark reminder to all below of what happens to treasonous rebels—and those who shelter them. There is a secret, however, amid the ruins; a secret that’s been haunting them a hundred years, sifting through the rubble, waiting for its chance to right old wrongs.

Waiting for someone to approach the cold, stone remains and reach out an unwitting hand—and one last chance for justice.

(Midoriya Izuku x Reader, Fantasy AU: in which Izuku is a ghost who has been waiting, waiting for a chance to avenge his friends and free the kingdom they all loved so miuch—and you are the shepherd who stumbles along to grant him that wish)

no shade in his shadow

Widowed while on the road to a new life in the West in 1843, you remarry quickly—to the awkward, earnest pastor of your caravan, Reverend Midoriya. Purely for safety it’s a marriage of convenience, in name only, meant to protect both you and what you carry until you can find what you’ve always longed for—a home that’s yours, truly yours, at last. But the road is long and dangerous, and as you and your new husband travel it together, you find yourself falling for him, for his belief in the power of good, for the way he sees the best in everyone he meets. When the journey comes to a head and choices have to be made, what will you pick? The life you have been working towards, dreaming of, since you were a child—or a life and a happiness you could’ve never allowed yourself to imagine?

(Midoriya Izuku x Reader, Historical AU: in which we travel along the Oregon trail and fight disease, wildlife, bandits and our own inconvenient feelings for a man who only wants to see us safe, and smiling—with or without him)