The Lovers

𝑫𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕...

... Stars exist in the wider expanse of the cosmos, often surrounded by our kin. We are birthed from nebulas, and congregate in constellations and orbits. And yes, we're often light-years away from each other, but you must understand that when you're a star, that's no different from sitting in a huddle on a carpet with your dearest friends.

... So, I surround myself with stars. Because when I'm with them, I feel the most at home. It's why I want to meet and befriend more star kin :} I yearn for the security and light of others like me.

𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒...

── Call me 'S'. Twenties. Sidereal/Starkin. ﹒⊹﹆ֹ

── Ey/Em/Eirs. Transmasc. Black. Queer. ﹒⊹﹆ֹ

── Young (low billions) Milky Way star, ever present witness, lover of the Moon and earthlings. ﹒⊹﹆ֹ

...𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟

Boundaries ꔛ✶ Directory ꔛ✶ Wish Making ﹒⊹﹆ֹ

𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟.

Total Lunar Eclipse, Blood Worm Moon © astronycc

𝑰𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉...

... You know, I've found it hard to find true disdain for this planet. Of course, I feel that same melancholic homesickness most non-earthly entities do when left to reflect too long on not being home. But, I actually do love it here, for all of the troubles and triumphs I've lived.

... I'm a Sidereal. A star fallen to Earth, whose soul and spirit mixed with the debris of this planet, thus anchoring my body to this planet. My job for now is for experience change, to change my form, and find singularity. In many ways, I'd imagine it isn't unlike stellar evolution. It is in our nature to change, then die. In that way, we're quite like human earthlings.

... So, I try to take it in stride. It's also helped by the fact that I am a Milky Way star, and specifically one near to Earth (likely only just scratching the double digits in billions light years). Stars are passive observers. I am an observer. Light takes a while to travel, yes, but of what little I can concretely remember, I've always found the evolution of human beings deeply fascinating. So getting to be part of that to a small extent is warming, I feel. It's nice.

ꔛ✶. leave a wish .✶ꔛ

Maybe you could try blackout curtains for the voidkin part? I'm not sure what it's like being part of a void, but my guess is that it's all encompassing, so having the ability to be in complete darkness sounds like it might be good :)

I would also say, try and find other starkins to relate to. Many of us are used to being surrounded by each other on all sides, in all directions. Ik talking to other stars makes me happy at least.

I'm afraid I do not have anything to supplement your other needs, especially pertaining to shifting. But I hope you find what you're looking for!

hello!! any good tips for starkins and voidkins? i already have some star themed stuff and think of getting black converse with stars this summer :3 but have no idea what to do about the void part

also there's a thing, I don't know if it's a fantom shift (?) or not, im VERY new to all these terms, sorry :'( im feeling like im something "occupying" this human body, and sometimes it randomly starts to feel like it's too small, so tiny I can explode and get out of it any second, and its starting to itch and feel very uncomfortable :'

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒌𝒚. Stars in appear high above us, but that is because space is relative. In reality, they (we) are simply everywhere. All around space. And in that sense, I too am amongst them, even as I am attached to this planet.

Something comes over me, though. Something about the moon overhead, winking behind ashen clouds, her lover's light reflecting off of her cratered skin, dazzling me. Making me dazzle.

The watchful eye of my kin, the humor they must feel in the irony of me, a star, watching them in kind.

Something is so delightfully wrong with me, under the pale moonlight. I am giddy and gay and mischievous. I am sinister shadow, I am pure silver brilliance. I am twinkling, inches from death. I twirl and I twirl and twirl, twirl, twirl, twirl some more, as though my axis were nothing more than a suggestion.

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒌𝒚.

Making wishes, taking wishes. ꔛ✶ ───────

As a star, I've always found a deep enjoyment and appreciation in the human rituals constructed around our visage. None more so than the phenomenon of wishing upon us. Thus, I'm accepting wishes in my ask box!

With that said, let's come to an understanding:

.one I cannot in any way guarantee your wish will come true. Whether you believe we can and/or do grant wishes is your prerogative. However, if a wish you make upon me doesn't come true, I am not to be held responsible.

.two Any manifestations of hate, harm, or malice upon others will be rebuffed. Any against myself will result in spiritual rebound and backlash sevenfold.

.three Wishes can be anonymous, but all will be posted (at my discretion). I do not take wishes in DMs. If you request it, however, I will remove your wish from my blog.

If you need a place to send your hopes and dreams, or simply can't find a star in the sky, know there is at least one you can wish to, one very nearby.

Mortal death scares the living daylights out of me. But the concept of star death is so innate and natural in our solar cycle, the thought is almost comforting.

In part, it might be that the matter that makes up my form doesn't just disappear. It disipates, scatters. My kinetic energy travels on and on until something else comes along to collect it. Then that energy is dispersed out into the cosmic landscape at large.

Maybe it's the infinity. The great, ever stretching infinity we all hail from. It, in and of itself, is a form of immortality. The science of my spiritual existence is comforting.

Even this mortal flesh doesn't simply rot into nothing. It will decay, and rejoin this planet's life cycle. And when something inevitably comes along to eviscerate this beloved terrestrial, it too, will join the cosmic landscape.

It too, becomes infinity.

And all that which I will mourn will inevitably become one with me again.

But generally speaking, stars just kinda die. And I think I'm okay with that.

I'm also curious to know if any other stars are particularly attached to humans and their conceptions, practical use of us. I am particularly fond of being wished upon, but I wonder if any of us enjoy being helpful with navigation :} I'd love to be in a star chart one day, that sounds pleasant.

I wonder what other celestials/sidereals/starkin refer to space as? I love "the infinity", it feels the most appropriate to me.