[lyxa]

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[whatswrongwithangela]

Res <333
Sunday, Male
HMS2 (High School Musical Two) - Fabulous

[QueenAxolotl]

So pretty

[fab!.]

Res with world of warcraft soundtrack

[Mid-life]

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username; trans
kalon name; estelle
movie soundtrack you used; moana soundtrack
inspired story; ⬎



The stars could tell you everything; that was what Estelle had been told again and again since the moment she opened her eyes.

The stars, thousands and thousands of them, littered the sky like christmas lights, twinkling brightly amongst the dark blanket of night. They aided navigators, created glittering constellations, predicted the future, and could even told parents what their child would be like.

..So they said, anyway. She wasnt so sure she believed it.

And that was why she was currently hiding behind a rock that just happened to be near the same cliff her mother was lounging on. (she wasnt spying, no way!) At the moment, she was furiously debating if she should ask her mother about the stars. She was mighty curious if the legends about the stars were actually true, and yet, she couldnt bring herself to dare ask.

Because what if this was like, upsetting some kind of tradition? What if she was betraying some higher power and cursing her family line by questioning the true power of the stars? What if this was crossing a cultural line she shouldnt dare cross, little alone think even within the confines of her mind? She just had no idea, and she was much too afraid to risk the stability of her life all for a simple question. and yet, she was still so curious--

"You know, it's not very nice to spy on people." A voice rang out, causing Estelle to jump. She immediately began frantically looking around for the owner of the voice. Just as she turned around, she bumped smack into.. her mother's chest. oh no. oh no no no.

"Oh-oh hi! Mom! Mom. Hi.." She stuttered out, ears pinned back and a nervous expression on her face. Was she in trouble? No, of course she wasnt! But what if she was? Oooh, she had to stop thinking so hard about this! she was just getting herself worked up with this back and fourth nonsense.

"What are you doing up so late?" Estelle shrunk at that, and winced at the suspicious glance from her mother. Oh boy, she was in for it now..

"Just. Just.." She gave a quick glance around, looking for an explanation in her surroundings. She zeroed in on the sea just off the coast and turned back to her mother. "..Admiring the ocean!.. Y'know. There's a real nice breeze tonight." She grinned loosely, hoping her excuse would suffice.

"I see.." Another suspicious glance was cast her way, and she couldnt help but shrink further in on herself. Was she mad? Was she upset? She couldnt tell; she needed some clues here! "And how was it? Have a good time?" Reyna smiled towards her, and Estelle let out a visible sigh of relief. So.. She wasnt mad. Ok. This was fine. No, this was great. She wasnt mad. She had the situation totally Under Control.

"Y-Yeah. Yeah. It was.. Good. Good times." She replied, hoping she didnt sound as strained and awkward as she felt. Based on her mother's expression though, she was totally just messing with her at this point.

"So.." Reyna trailed off. Estelle swallowed around the thick lump in her throat, hoping she wouldnt ask. "What has your mind up in the clouds? or am I mistaken?"

Of course she would.

"I-" Estelle choked on her words, unsure of what to say. Ok, her mother was definitely aware something was up now; this only confirmed it.

After an encouraging nudge from Reyna, Estelle finally gave in, body going slack as she resigned to her fate. She just hoped this wouldnt get her in trouble or anything.

"Okay, okay. I was, y'know, wondering if.." She started, but quickly found her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. Ooooh golly, how was she supposed to explain this to her mother?

"Yes?" Reyna prompted, an edge of concern to her voice. She started to feel a little guilty for making such a big deal about this, but could one really blame her? She had no idea of the response she would get for the things she was thinking.

"If. If the things about the stars are real. All those-those stories and legends and-all of it. Is it-is it real?" She finally got out, nervously shuffling her paws and lowering her eyes to the dirt. This was a bad idea, she just knew it.

She wasnt quite sure what she expected, but she definitely didnt expect the hearty chuckle that came from her mother. Glancing up quickly, her concern melted into confusion as she watched her mother laugh near 'til she cried, if the tiny drops at the corners of her eyes were anything to go by.

"Uh, did i say something wrong?" She asked tentatively. Reyna stopped laughing, devolving into quiet wheezing while she struggled to get her breath back. When she was finally coherent, she turned to Estelle with a grin.

"Oh honey, what made you worry so much about the stars? Did one of those birds start telling you stories again?" She asked gently, voice soft and giving Estelle a sense of safety and comfort. It relaxed her significantly, and she felt the looming pressure of anxiety and something, something dark and scary and unwanted, ease off significantly.

"No, no! No. I just. Everyone always says," She swallowed for the second time that night, trying to form her thoughts into words and finding it to be quite a struggle. ""She's special," they say, "She's special and one day she'll be someone great." but im not. Im just. Im me, Im not anyone special!" She shouted, frustration and annoyance clear in her tone.

For a few brief moments, it feels like time itself has stopped, not even the wind or the waves below making a noise, but then all of the sudden it comes rushing back, and Reyna was nudging her closer to huddle into her side.

"Mom?-" She squeaked, but she was cut off before she could get the rest of her question out.

"Hush. Now listen to me, alright?" Reyna said sternly, though her voice still held the soft, comforting undertone to it. Estelle obeyed quietly, waiting for her mother to continue. "You, my dearest daughter, are whoever you want to be, and no bright, shining star in the sky, no matter how important, can decide that for you."

She followed her mother's gaze as she looked up, a look of confusion on her face. "These? Quite beautiful, oh yes, definitely, but that is all, darling. That is all they are. You are who you want to be, not what others want you to be. If you want to be the most ruthless pirate this side of the sea, then that is who you will be. If you want to be a swimmer, or a dancer, or a singer, or whatever you may decide, then that is who you will be, and no one, not even me or the stars, can decide that for you. You're special because you're you, and there's no other way I'd want you to be my love."

Estelle nodded, hiding her face in her mother's chest fur, ears pinned back not out of embarrassment, but because she was so so happy she understood, she understood and her mom wasnt mad at her and she's not a disappointment, and she loves her mom so so much she cant possibly describe it in any measurement she currently knew.

She is so glad her mom understands, and her questions have definitely been answered.

...

Your name is Estelle. You live on an island with your mom and the locals 365 days a year, and you are not special in any traditional sense. You are not a child of prophecy, there's nothing that sets you apart from the rest, and you have no special powers or abilities, but that's okay. You're you, and that's all you'd ever want to be.

Oh, and one last thing: you have the best mom ever.



"Believe in who you know you are,
ㅤㅤnot who you are told you will be."

[Aey]

username;
Aey
kalon name;
Weft
movie soundtrack;
Garden State

xxxinspired story;
~Flipping through an old journal bound in a roughly woven cover embroidered with leaves. The pages are crowded with soft, flowing hand-writing in brown and green inks. Sprinkled throughout are rough doodles and more detailed drawings of insects, birds, plants, treelines, clouds. Pasted here and there are treasures: barred feathers, brilliantly colored sand, pressed leaves and flowers in faded pastels.~

xxxFresh Start - Spring 6th
Hello! I know you'll eventually find this one, too. I had to start a new one because you found the last one, you scamp. I hope you liked the extra drawings I did after you complained that the journal before that was so bland with just writing. Well, for this one I'll make sure to pull out my paints now and then. You know, entertain you while you flip through my innermost thoughts. That's sarcasm, you know. But I can never stay mad at you, and I love watching you smile. Try not to rush through!

xxxChilly - Spring 10th
I saw you today, sitting under the old apple tree, brooding. So I found an early robin's nest and nicked a small, rust red feather, tied a bit of green thread to it and strung it with your favorite shell that we found last year. You remember the one, smaller than the tip of your claw with perfect, rusty curls along the outside. It was pretty, something you can wear in your fur. I hid it under the cover of your favorite book.

xxxLoom - Spring 13th
Some of the first carded wool came in today. Mama says that this time of year is why she named me Weft, because I was always underfoot while the adults got the wool combed and dyed, spun and woven. I almost always had some part of me splashed with fading dye. Doesn't sound so different from now, does it? Haha. My paws are blue, today. I'm planning a fiber art piece of the ocean, with waves and fishes, maybe a whale. You love the sea.

xxxKnowing - Summer 1st
The shell and feather behind your ear flashed in the sunlight. I'm glad you liked them, though you took long enough to find them. You've been better, these last couple weeks. I wanted to tell you how happy I am when you can smile freely, without that ghost behind it, but I didn't want to remind you of it. You'll find this sometime and then you'll know. I wish I could take that from you, that memory and the pain it causes.

xxxLake - Summer 12th
Swimming! Your love is the vast ocean, but not even you can resist a dip in the lake. Water is water and you're a fish. This is one of the times you're free, flicking silvery along, rooting through the bed for shells. The splash of your paw as you come up for air, holding a pretty piece above you and shouting in excitement. After I got tired, I sat on the bank and pretended to draw the lake. I was drawing your smile, carefree and untroubled.

xxxHeat - Summer 20th
I envied your short fur, today. It's so hot. Lazy, sweating hot. The ocean I'm creating with my blue wool is coming along. I've got it about half finished. It's changed a bit from how I first imagined it. It's a peek under the waves, where the sunlight filters down and life frolicks. I've got to dye a bit more in reds and browns. At least that'll blend in with my fur more than blue. You teased me for the whole two weeks it took for that blue to completely fade away!

xxxMuse - Fall 6th
I couldn't find my paints, and some of the stiff canvas tarp was missing. I found them, of course. I'm a much better seeker than you! What is it you're painting? The broad strokes are confidant, purposeful, but I can't see what it'll be from only the bones. I know where you go, now, for hours at a time. And why you've been a bit easier, freer. If you can tell the canvas the things that you can't tell me, I'm okay with that. I'm glad that you took my advice, honestly, and I hope that you'll show me without my having to sneak around, when you're finished.

xxxReveal - Winter, 2nd
I haven't written in awhile. Harvest had to come in, and you know it's all hands on deck. Wheat did especially well this year. While that means winter won't be as hard, it pulls the prices down. I've been working on quilts and coats, hats and mittens this year using the leftover wool. Those should fill the gap, I think. I finished the ocean, in the spare moments. I think you'll love it. You hid your painting from me after I found it and I haven't been able to find it again. I wonder if you'll show it to me. Tomorrow I'll give you the ocean, I wonder how you'll react. Someday soon, we'll be adults and go our separate ways. I want you to know that I'll always be there for you, and I hope the ocean will help you remember that.

[doktor monty]

xxthis ends tomorrow!

[cyborgishly]

ponyo 🐟

the sun was shining on the sea, shining oh so bright

name kaleho 🐟 gender male

there was a bird that landed along the shoreline. Five minutes later, there was another (and another). Gentle waves crashes against the shoreline, gently kissing the sand beneath them. Shells washed up on the shore where one small, salt-sprayed child was picking them up for his collection. Fish darted around in the water, occasionally tasting the air of a world that was foreign to them, gracefully landing back into the grasp of familiarity. The wind blew quietly, gently,, lifting leaves that fell so prematurely around the beach. The small boy sunk slowly into the sand with each step, the earth trying to grasp what it cannot. The wind entwined with the child, gently running it's fingers through his white strands. The boy, with his hair in a tangle and a shirt, made like a pocket, full of shells. The beach was his home, the ocean, his father, the wind, his mother.

The birds who landed so carefully along the shore had grown curious of the boy with the white hair and the tanned skin, more interested in the shells he held against his belly. They squawked distastefully, greedy for the shells, and the clams inside. Their long, shiny beaks pecked around wildly, pushing from the earth, their wings flapping. The boy, unaware he was holding their meals, reached out for the birds, holding a particular interest in the winged creatures. The bird, however, didn't want the child's grabby hands, he wanted his yummy clams. So, the bird, who was quite rude, pecked the hand that was holding the clams against the boy in hopes that he would drop it (and he did). The boy fell back in shock, dropping the clams while the oceans embraced him. The birds didn't care, they've already forgotten the boy. They were too busy fighting over the clams, too worried about their meal than the boy they've pushed into the sea.

The boy didn't scream, he didn't even flinch. The boy lived on the water, it was the only home he'd ever known. The waves took care of him in many ways. It brought him his food, entertainment and survival. It brought him fish to eat, wood to tinker with and shells to collect. The waves were returning friends, only to wash away but with a promise of coming back (they always did). So the boy merely relaxed, spread his limbs out as far as he could, and floated, the waves lapping at his skin like an excited dog. The sun was shining, creating a warm, yellow blush upon his skin. The leaves on the trees, along with the reeds, whistled beautifully, softly singing a song that was all their own.

Their song was similar to a lullaby, one that kaleho was familiar with. It was similar to a mother, singing softly to her child so that they may sleep tight (don't let the bedbugs bite). It was a lullaby from Mother Nature herself, giving it to the boy she so carefully watched over. So the boy didn't panic, the sea was his family, trusting it to guide him back home. The seas carried him a little further, the fish swimming beneath him, nibbling his fingers and toes with curiosity. They came in many colors, shapes and sizes, but he loved them all. Taking a dip under the water, he made fish faces at them, pushing himself under a little further to say hello to the fish that dwelled towards the bottom. When the fish had ignored him, the boy thought it was time to leave. he said his goodbyes to them, gently petting their slick scales and turning his cheek to the wind and pushing himself back to the shore. He wrung out his clothes and set them across the branch to dry, swaying gently in the breeze. Today was a good day, even if those pesky birds, currently feasting on his collection, stole his shells. Tomorrow was another day with new surprises. Tomorrow's were similar to the wind; both unpredictable, yet both absolutely unique..

[doktor monty]

xxthis is now closed! Winner will be chosen after this weekend ♡♡