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nicopossum · 1 month
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A kobold and his noble steed!! 🔪
for AnilouStarket and KoboldCoven !! ✨
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spearofruin · 2 years
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@starkete
   Elbowing Ingrid’s shoulder just hard enough to keep her mouth underwater but nose above, the errant heir attempted to smile through the rivers of brackish pond-water running down his face. After all, it’d be childish to openly react to her assault -- not to be done with the Lady Edmund at hand.
   He caught himself before lavishing superlatives on Marianne’s name, but only just -- the sea-foam sunflower of the monastery may be found at the stables, over yonder, but I would be beyond pleased to guide you there myself should it please you. The Edmunds had won some sort of genetic lottery, for a woman he assumed must be approaching forty hardly looking older than her child.
   “If it’s not Marianne’s turn to help with cooking, she’ll be in the stables.” The choice there was specific; given Marianne’s occasional reference to an adoptive family and scant few to the Lady, Sylvain was a little wary of showing his hand. Some things you don’t share with your parents; given the oppressive air around Astra, he couldn’t blame them. “Couldn’t tell you what the professor’s up to -- either running laps around the grounds or spending the whole week in bed. I would be beyond pleased to gui--” Alas, the lady knight beneath took this opportunity to gather her footing and topple Sylvain in return.
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oh-shtars · 13 days
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Remember when I said the fact that Sueño genuinely has no clue what his name translates to has been living rent-free in my head for days now?
lol, i wasn’t kidding.
TFS!Au: @signed-sapphire KOW!Au: @annymation
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annymation · 13 days
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Sorry if this is too intrusive, but do you know the KOW character’s sexualities? Just thought it would be funny if all three of the Starketeers were pansexual simps for their Asha lol
Okay so I always imagined if someone were to ask Aster “Do you like boys or girls” the conversation would go something like this
“I like Asha”
“Ah, so you like girls”
“What? No, ew, I only like Asha”
“… But Asha is a girl”
“Yeah I know”
“So that means you’re straight”
“First of all, how dare you?”
Case in point, Aster is “Ashasexual” /j
Lmao Imma say pansexual too
As for the rest, I can see Asha as Bisexual to be honest, and maybe even Demisexual.
Gonna take this opportunity to say Magnifico is canonically Bisexual
Before he met Amaya he saw himself as gay, but then after taking ONE look at her for the first time when she was a guest in the palace after being found adrift at sea, he ran out of the room, went to the first mirror he could find, and asked himself in cold sweat, shaking in fear
“Am I… Straight?”
But nah, he’s Bi.
Just to be like everyone else Imma say Hal and Bazeema are lesbians, as this seems to be common knowledge in the fandom.
Everyone else I’m not quite sure, yall share your headcanons and I’ll say if they hold up
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rnewspost · 1 year
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Chainlink oracle, data feeds coming to StarkNet ecosystem
Blockchain scaling technology firm StarkWare is set to partner with Chainlink Labs to bring oracle services, data and price feeds to the StarkNet ecosystem. The coalition will see StarkWare join Chainlink’s Scale program and brings Chainlink price feeds to StarkNet’s testnet. StarkNet tokens will also fund certain operating costs for Chainlink oracle nodes, giving Starket developers access to…
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mubashirnews · 1 year
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Chainlink oracle, data feeds coming to StarkNet ecosystem
Blockchain scaling technology firm StarkWare is set to partner with Chainlink Labs to bring oracle services, data and price feeds to the StarkNet ecosystem. The coalition will see StarkWare join Chainlink’s Scale program and brings Chainlink price feeds to StarkNet’s testnet. StarkNet tokens will also fund certain operating costs for Chainlink oracle nodes, giving Starket developers access to…
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reapercrest · 3 years
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future son in law ( derogatory, affectionate )
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future mother in law ( respectful, affectionate )
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chavrim · 3 years
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                                           meeting the momkete / @starkete​
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            ❝   actually   my   name   is   lucina.   i’m   from   the   halidom   of   yilsse.   i   wouldn’t   consider   myself   from   fodlan,   i   just   went   to   school   there.   ❞ 
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mcybank · 4 years
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let me help you
( rafe cameron x female! reader )
warnings angst, and a little bit of swearing i think
word count 1.4k
summary rafe cameron isn’t open to the idea of receiving help from the reader, who is desperately trying to get rafe to let his walls down.
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credit to @popemaybank​ for the gif
The door to the Cameron household was opened by the youngest Cameron, Wheezie, who greeted you with a wide smile on her face before opening the door wider, allowing you to step foot into the house. “Hey, Wheezie, how you holding up today?” you greeted the girl whose tiny frame made it seem as though you were towering her. “Good enough, y/n. Rafe is in dad’s office,” she responded hurriedly, running back to her room, probably was busy. 
You made short eye contact with Rose on your way to Ward’s office, and instantly, you could hear the loud voices of the son and father ringing through the hallway. You looked down at your shoes, not wanting to go any further as you didn’t wish to intrude, however, you did want to know what your boyfriend was arguing about with his father. Before you could take another step closer to the office, Rafe stepped out of it, his foot stomping on the expensive wooden flooring with rage. “Rafe?” you softly called out at the boy, whose hands frustratingly tugged on the ends of his blonde hair and eyes shut. As soon as he heard your voice, his eyes instantly opened; inside, he felt a wave of calmness wash over him after seeing you, knowing that you were probably the only person who could help him forget about all the problems he had. But outside, he didn’t want to show the vulnerability, he didn’t want you to know that he was in deep struggle, and you weren’t one to disregard instances like this. If he followed his heart, he would’ve walked over to you and gently wrapped his arms around your frame, caressing your back lovingly. But his ego, his infelicitous ego, got the better of him. “This isn’t a good time, y/n” he mumbled, loud enough for you to hear.
His words didn’t usually affect you, but after several instances of the same thing happening over and over again, him treating you as if you were just mud on the bottom of his shoe whenever he had a visible problem by making you seem like the most unimportant person in his life was getting perpetual. You weren’t going to let him treat you the way he was treating you, not this time. 
Yours and Rafe’s relationship was going steadily; both of you trusted one another, he went for parties without you and you never had to think twice about him locking lips with another girl or chatting up another girl, and you still to this day, don’t. It’s not like you believed that he was hiding something for you, you respected his privacy as much as he did yours, and him being an inherently private person compared to you since the beginning of your relationship, you never felt the need to know every single thing that’s going on in his eventful life.
He began walking away from you, leaving you to stand in the middle of his own house, the one he invited you over to. “Oh, hey, y/n” you heard Ward’s deep voice greet you, and you simply responded to him with a forced smile. You and Ward didn’t have the most blossoming encounters with one another, yet he managed to be as nice to you as he could. Once you looked down the hall again, you noticed that Rafe was gone, probably into his own room. You scoffed in disappointment before making way to his room.
Rafe wasn’t in the mood to talk, not to you, not to anybody. He rubbed his temples out of frustration in order to release some nerves. You rested on the side of his doorway, your eyes set on your boyfriend of three years who was in misery, and for a reason you didn’t know. “Are you okay?” you questioned, making your way to sit on the edge of his bed. He looked up at you a few meters away from him; in all honesty, he didn’t know if he was okay. Maybe it was just a problem that would be fixed within hours, regardless, he was worrying over it. He wasn’t the best communicator, which made it ten times harder for him to speak about his feelings to you, even when he wanted to. He refrained from doing the aforementioned action because he didn’t want pity, he didn’t want to seem attention-seeking, or be called out for not acting like a man. 
Rafe Cameron was fighting his own demons by himself, it became more and more apparent to the people around him that he was, including you. “I’m really just not in the mood to talk right now, y/n,” he stressed on the really, his voice was raising and the last thing you wanted to do was start an argument with him. Instead, you took a more holistic approach; if he didn’t want to speak, then he didn’t have to. You wanted to comfort him as much as you can and make him feel safe. No amount of his family’s money could help him in bettering himself, no amount of cash could help him forget about all things evil that were going on in his mind, no amount of cars and motorcycles could help him get to a point where he was completely happy with himself, because he always seemed to mess it up for himself. 
You crawled beside him, not as close to him as you usually would be, a rather large amount of space left between the two of you. That, that made him uncomfortable. Rafe was a massive softie most of the time with you, craving cuddles and movie nights. And to see you taking physical space away from him, which was extremely unlikely of you, made him look at you confusingly. “The fuck?” he mumbled, his right arm wrapped around your shoulder and lazily pulled you closer to him. His fingers began playing with the ends of your hair, and a few seconds later you felt the weight of his head resting on your shoulder.
A few minutes passed by, the two of you remained in the same position. The tranquil aura present in the room washed over the two of you. If it weren’t for Rafe breaking the very far from awkward silence, you were sure you would’ve drifted into deep slumber with who you called the love of your life beside you.
“Are you upset with me?” his words were weak and he sounded hesitant, you could notice the roughness of his voice, probably due to the screaming contest he was having with Ward. You turned your face to his side, causing him to lift his head off your shoulder and look into your eyes. “Do I have a reason to be?” 
“Rafe, you’ve gotta tell me what’s wrong, or just let me help,” you added. You didn’t know if that would’ve been the point he would burst at you for interrogating into it, but you took the risk anyway. He shook his head, opened his mouth to respond but no words came out. You gave him time, allowed him to understand what really was going on. 
His hands rested on your inner thigh, and he, once again, looked at your face that he thought was getting more and more beautiful as each day passed by. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with my life, y/n. It’s like everything is coming crashing down on me,” he finally let out, and when he looked away from you quickly, his eyes were glazing with tears that he has been holding in for a prolonged period of time. “It’s so hard. I don’t know what I’m even living for aside of you anymore,”
You felt yourself tearing up too. You knew Rafe has been having issues, more emotionally than physically, but you never realised that he felt the way he described himself to feel. “Hey, hey,” you croaked out, asking Rafe to look at you. Seeing his eyes that were gradually turning red, this time, not from cocaine, made your heart rate pulsate. “Don’t say that ever again, Rafe. You’re so capable, you’re just nineteen, you will figure it out, trust me,” you would be lying if you said that you knew what you should say, Rafe had never openly spoken about such topics with anybody before, but the mere fact that he did so with you made you feel slightly elated. You knew you were going to help him. 
“You’ll figure it out, we will figure it out, Rafe,”
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poguesgold · 4 years
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maddie via @/elsiefrieda ig | 6/14/20
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patchworkpyr0 · 4 years
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(via https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4FKd2nMC2Ve8bkNepCgPg8?si=0zN0rAosTOOVm1OlVud0Sw) I made this Starker Playlist and wanted to share it with my Starker friends :D 
1.  Guys My Age -Hey Violet
2.  Yellow -Coldplay
3.  American Money- BORNS
4.  I Like Me Better -Lauv
5.  YOUTH – Troye Sivan
6.  Sunflower -Post Malone
7.  Teacher’s Pet – Melanie Martinez
8.  Bad Guy -Billie Ellish
9.  Sweater Weather -The Neighbourhood
10. Teenage Dream- Boyce Avenue
11. Paparazzi – Lady Gaga
12. Daddy Issues- The Neighbourhood
13. Fluorescent Adolescent – Artic Monkeys
14. Incase You Don’t Live Forever- Ben Platt
15. Guillotine -Jon Bellion
16. The Last of the Real Ones – Fall Out Boy
17. Icarus -Bastille
18. I Found- Amber Run
19. Teeth – 5 Seconds of Summer
20. Young God -Halsey
21. Nicotine – PATD
22. for him. – Troye Sivan
23. Genghis Khan -Miike Snow
24. Some Nights- FUN
25. Somebody to you- The Vamps
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starkete · 3 years
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#STARKETE. NEW PERSON, SAME OLD MISTAKES.
x. 
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the-real-tonystark · 6 years
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I suddenly thought of your fanclub name. They could be called Starket. And Buckys Fanclub name is Bucket. Im gonna be tapped to the ceiling for this
Bucket and Starket. I approve. I won’t tell Bucky. Unless... you want to be taped to the ceiling.
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damnson-bulletty · 7 years
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That touched me hard.
The first time I saw her, everything in my head went quiet. All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images, just disappeared. When you have Obsessive Compulsive Desordr, you don't really get quiet momments. Even in bed I'm thinking, "did I lock the door, yes" , "did I wash my hands,yes" , but when I saw her the only thing I could think about was the hairpin vurve of her lips or the eyelash on her cheek, the eyelash on her cheek, The eyelash ON HER CHEEK. I knew I had to talk to her, I asked her out six times... In thirty seconds. She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right so I had to keep going. On our first date I spent more tume organizing my meal by color than I did eating or fucking talking to her..but she loved it, She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times, or twenty-four times -if it was Wednesday. She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. When we moveds in together, she said she felt safe, like no-one would ever rob us because I definitely locked the door eighteen times. I'd always watch her mouth when she talked, when she talked, when she talked, when she talked, WHEN SHE TALKED. When she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. At night, she'd lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off and on and off and on and off. She'd close her eyes and imagine that dayes and nights were just passing in front of her. Some mornings, I'd start kissing her goodbye, but she'd just leave because I was making her late for work. Whe I stopped at a crack in the sidewalk she just kept walking. When she said she lived me, her mouth was a straight line. She told me I was taking up too much od her time. Last week she starket sleeping at her mother's place. She told me that she shouldn't have let me get so attched to her, that this whole thing was a mistake, but how can it be a mistake that I don't have to wash my hands after I touch her? Love is not a mistake. It's killing me she can run away from this and I just can't. I can't go out and find someone new because I always think of her. Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. I see myself crushed by an endless succession of care, and she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel, how she turns shower knobs like she's opening a safe, how she blows out candles, blows out candles, blows out candles, blows out candles, blows out--. Now, I just think about who else is kissing her, I can't breathe because he only kisses her once. He doesn't care if it's perfect. I want her back so bad--..... I leave the door unlocked. I leave the lights on. -Neil Hilborn
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