#omorrow

amongst twinkling stars and oceanic waves — sat two light maidens on the edge of a cliff, where horizon blue fades into ebony's night. tranquility exist within the wind that softly brushes the coolness of their skin with sylph and dances alongside the beauty of each individual strands. idyllic gossip becomes a shared tune of mutuality and exchange, each story grasping onto emancipated laughter and scandalous glees of local residence hidden exposure. it is only meant to be in good fun, or so the starry one claims at tomorrow's radiance. thus, here they were hours later expressing jovial narrative of recent tomfoolery. for the amnestic star, this was information — the way she connects and navigates with this foreign understanding. each anecdote you mentioned, she can easily recall the stories about your brother and homeland. there is an ocean there too, you had told her fondly, with a lighthouse you missed in the docks. in exchange : she told you stories too, albeit tales that are incomplete and broken as the missing pieces of her nimble existence.

excitement fades into subtle exhaustion, and all that is left is the quiet reality of their unusual predicament. do you believe that love is about second chance, you ask her — potentially out of boredom, or perhaps it was a question you found yourself lamenting too in moments of isolation. regardless, stella finds herself pausing. eyes merely blinking in response, before a clever smile blossoms on the edge of her lips. ❝ am i the best person to ask that ? while yes, i may be dazzling but i currently lack a frame of references. ❞ a playful laughter draws from her breathe as she turns to you with an almost knowing expression, ❝ why ? is there perhaps someone you want to give a another chance too ? someone back home perhaps who gives you that goofy smile every time you mention him ? ❞ she ventures a guess, using the pieces of your previously spoken nostalgia before nudging her shoulder against yours. ❝ whoever he is, he must be someone spectacular if you're still thinking about him while spending quality time with me. ❞ a jest / a silly quip and a chuckle remains her natural deposition.

❝ although... ❞ a hearty breathe is exhaled from her lips as her gaze cast down to the empty shores. silence once again tuck between banter, and stella finds herself fixated with your inquiry. do you believe that love is about second chances, does stella, herself believe in love ? somber lingers within her gaze, and she wonders more of the person she used to be — did that stella believe in love or did she too laugh at the impracticality of it all ? questions among questions remains fresh in her mind, and suddenly she recounts the tale of a boy who foolishly promised her to fly in a place filled with books and antiquity. her hand over his, she can almost recall the way her digits rested against his own and the tightness of his grip as they read together without care. the beating of her chest swells and she finds herself deeper in this grasp of longing and sorrow. ( if i say yes, will you teach me how to fly ? ) how quixotic, how naive and yet she knew that within the core of her heart she believed in him as nothing more than true. he must have been a precious person to her — to the point she can feel great tears forming with every passing blink. ( did she miss him / does he miss her ? ) is this why she aches ?

❝ you know — i'd like to believe so, asuka. ❞ an even softer confession finds itself escaping from her mouth as if it was an echo of her own lonely days. hollowness beats through the porcelain of her ribs, but in spite of all the misfortune she feels — there exist a warm pulse stubbornly beating against all of her uncertainty. shifting her position, she rest her head on top of her knees and wraps her arms around her leg. ❝ if someone loves another person it is only natural they find each other again. even if ... things are not exactly ideal right now ... ❞ even if stella could not remember, ❝ so you should not give up on that possibility of a second chance, because maybe that reunion could end up becoming everything after all. ❞

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STEPH, my greatest inspiration, enabler, and outlet for all my ooc shenanigans !! where do i even begin to convey just how much i appreciate you ? everything that stella is, everything she became, all that development since 2016, a big portion of it --- came from interacting with you. from when we met : when you role played leviathan, to when you made luna, to when you made xeha, to when we began interacting daily, each one of those interactions truly touched stella's development, to the point where it became a part of her. stella still stand, because you help keep her alive with me. you indulge me so much, and i don't know how to begin thanking you.

i've always said i would frame your writing if i could, hell i remember writing the portrayal thing at 2017 saying that exact thing ---- your writing prose, style, and dialogue makes me want to cry. and i mean it, it astounds me of the level of range you can do. from writing a dark coded character to one of light, from writing casually to enigmatic writing ---- i want to frame it all so i can study it. and don't even let me talk about the dion reply you did for my jill, I AM STILL SCREAMING ABOUT THAT ---- LIKE HOW DID YOU MAKE HAND HOLDING, THAT WORK OF ART. but ahem, i digress <3.

i mentioned it before but you are definitely someone i absolutely adore, and someone i consider a real friend. talking to you daily, is a highlight of my otherwise hectic and busy life, and frankly i even consider it routine. me not bothering you at least once, means something is wrong --- and i don't vibe with that. i need to bother you, it's my daily quota. and frankly, why wouldn't i, when we can geek out about everything <3 <3. normally i would talk about our muses dynamics here, but how can i just narrow it down to one when we have so many ships ????? i can literally dedicate pages to each one of them ----- but xehastella really was the start of everything.

they were the ones that caused us to look at things differently, they are the ones that caused us to spread out, and imagine the what if scenarios --- they are the reason we know why stars and destruction are forever intertwined. and i will defend them with my life. they are everything to me, as well as cain, helena, hecate, and jasper. i love them so much.

but i am also grateful for our current dynamics as well. i love that asteria is able to provide comfort to aglaia in olympian days. i love that aglaia was able to uplift asteria after she had lost everything. i stand the fact stella is able to be weird with johan, and bond with ruby and the likes. they are both such wholesome dynamics that i wil continue to treasure <3 <3

cheers for many more years to come i guess tho lol

A shaky hand slowly settles as he takes a deep exhale, air rushing past barely parted lips as he gazes amongst the many students that have taken to this grand celebration, some are not even graduating yet but are here to say goodbyes, farewells, and send off with good wishes. He'd been to one before he'd arrived at Duel Academia, the massive chorus of that night is different from the one here, boisterous, yet the music is more tempered, it shifts between songs, as if auto-playing them, with recommended songs mixed in. Yet amongst all the colors that surround the room, he finds himself missing the vibrant red, which would have heralded the arrival of one who lingered on the minds of many, the most on one of the few people here wearing that very color.

How radiant she looked, a rose plucked from the garden and now shimmering in the sunlight it had been moved to. He would have expected anyone else to ask for her hand, to be denied, to mingle with her friends while he remained off to the side, a silent watcher, still recovering from those days. He felt horrid, to be dragged into the depths of Darkness's world, it was suffocating, to be consumed by dread, something that once held him in its iron-like vice. He knew well the draconian demon that now clung to Judai; their presence was easy to feel, for his soul would always have a small crevice left by them, crafted and carved by cruel claws.

His gaze flicks down to the glass in hand, the reflective surface of the water only highlights what has been left, it feels like the months spent in that hospital still don't compare to the shock he'd experienced upon seeing his reflection in the mirror for the first time, the influx of memories that didn't belong, that he feels he has experienced but should not know. His body still ached from that duel, a protector he was supposed to be, yet the hero would continue onward while he was left behind in the crystalline dust. His mind wanders before her voice cuts through the haze, dispelling it like a blade of light to guide him right back to reality.

How could he decline her? Glass was slowly placed upon the white cloth strewn over the long table behind him as the music slowed, those who know how to dance, akin more to a ballroom, make their way with their partners. Those lucky enough to hold one's hand, to share a moment that transcends beyond words. She may as well be the queen amongst this ethereal gathering, and he a mere lowly knight, blessed with her offered hand for a dance. For the night was a lonely one for them both, despite being surrounded by friends alike.

For the king was not present, one they cherished most.

"Who am I to refuse, my lady?"

I agree the purple coat was the best one

@ofhardknoxxx replied to your post “Ranking of Seto's attire by someone who has wrote...”:

Purple Kaiba was sexiest Kaiba. No offense to white suit. The purple just hit harder.

"...people have the correct taste."

@martyslittleusedblog sent - Please accept my... 🌈 ⭐️ 💻 🌼 🎙️ 📚 🎀 📌🏆 ( Shout Outs of Awesomeness - Accepting! )

🌈 ― Aesthetically pleasing blog.

I gotta give it to @wildbolt on this one - their aesthetic is so nice, something about the lightened colors feels very comforting and very pleasant to look at. Plus, their blog just gives me all of the nostalgic feels. Hope to write with them in the future.

⭐️ ― Convincing portrayal of a canon character.

Going for another pretty new mutual here - @gxtchas I think does a great job of capturing that S1/S2/Early S3 innocence and cheerfulness that Judai has to him - I've seen them on the dash and he's just such a goofball and so endearing and cute. Plus, their ship with @omorrow (A fantastic Asuka themselves!) is adorable.

💻 ― Excellent writing.

@roninsae - I love their idea for a different take on Sae and I think our current thread together is a lot of fun and very intriguing.

🌼 ― Creative headcanons.

Always enjoyable reading @maustoria's headcanons - they put a lot of care and thought into them!

🎙️ ― Great to talk to.

@truthprevail - Not only do they write an amazing Sae, they're fun to reminisce about GX with!

📚 ― Nice threads to read.

@hxroic-wxlls-fxrever - they always just seem to be having so much fun and I'm happy for them.

🎀 ― All-around kind person.

@ingenxum / @herotheism - Jen's someone I adore a lot and someone I genuinely want to hang out and talk with more. Just a very very kind soul, incredibly sweet.

📌 ― A staple on the dash.

I see @sylviareviar on the dash these days, thriving in the Yu-Gi-Oh! fandom - couldn't be happier for them, Sylvia's a sweet girl who'd do anything for her friends.

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend.

[ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ?

Yusei's never truly been safe. Even as a child. Growing up in satellite wasn't easy, with all the cults and the gangs that would run free in wars. Along with corrupted security.

Perhaps, he felt safe when he was a part of Team Satisfaction. Maybe he felt it was safe in the beginning, or maybe it's now. With all his friends around him.

It's hard to pick a moment when he's ever truly felt safe, because he never has been.

[ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ?

Yusei tends to sleep on his left side, curled tightly in on himself or stiff as a board. Sometimes he will be sleeping on his back but that's usually only when his arm is bothering him. His sleeping patterns always give away telltale signs of his day, if it's been stressful he'll have one hand holding onto the pillow. If it's been a peaceful day he's more relaxed, less covered in the blankets. If it's a day of pain and fear, he's covered up in the blankets, laying on his stomach with his face hidden by the pillow.

[ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ?

SOBBBSSS. You really think sooo??? I'm honored. I've never written Mina before and am still sorta trying to figure out my 'portrayal.'

☥ @omorrow asked: ‘ even in your darkest times, the sun still rises. ’

Words meant to be uplifting and inspirational are not always from a place where they are meaningless. Some may be born from those whose heart's purity has yet to be wrought with the darkness of the world, whereas others speak such words from experience, because they themselves had to repeat them over and over again like a mantra until they believed in them to be true. This is the reason why cornflower eyes narrow in quiescent thought.

Asuka and her had spent sufficient time together to learn about one another's grievances and shadows: her own concerning kin that had gone missing and whose prognostic looks worse the more time it passes, but it is the strong willpower to continue until the end, no matter what the outcome of her brother was— what matters is to bring peace to a mind that knowns no rest. She, on the other side knowns about the dichotomy of her own body, the irony of being afflicted with the Starscourge despite counting with the gift of purification.

So who are these words meant to comfort?

Roseate lips curl in a gentle smile as soon as Cartethyia decides that it doesn't matter. The thought behind it, the kindness in her heart for offering words of encouragement like this even if she didn't ask are what makes her feel warm at the very notion— warmth that she shares through a lingering touch as a delicate hand comes to rest atop the other's. ◜Darkness may block our view to what is outside, but that doesn't mean that the sun, the moon and the stars will cease rising. There will always be light even if we may not see them.◞ A gentle curl of her fingers in a soft squeeze follows before she retreats her hand, allowing it to return with the other on her lap.

◜You just have to believe.◞