the sky's kindest, most radiant star

TONGARI BOUSHI NO ATELIER (2016-?)
by shirahama kamome

Exploiting Qifrey's fallen diva syndrome

Oh cool, it's Olruggio

Oh cool, fun facts about Olruggio

Oh cool, Olruggio's birthday is soon

Wait a minute...

YOU MEAN THE FUCKING *STAR MAIDEN* ??!!1

A belly can be a "slut waist" too. If you're not a fearful little freak

Without naming your job, tell me something you say over and over again at work.

"I can note your interest in that feature for future development."

Allow me to be completely unwell about this man

it’s both

dance of the stars 💫

I am thinking. I am feeling.

when the character is obsessive and desperate and guilty and scared and ashamed and traumatized and repressed

Not pictured: Qifrey and Olly experiancing cuteness agression off screen

I do not think I should talk. There is nothing new to add that would sound sane. There is something about the way Olruggio looks at him, something about the light glow of their reflections, the sleeves falling to his knuckles. Something about Qifrey finding comfort in talking, sitting with one leg up, something about Olruggio’s pose showing how Qifrey’s speech soothes him, even if we cannot hear it. The way Olruggio leans on the windowsill and the cushions, his hand loosely holding a drink, his head turned to Qifrey, neck and shoulder blades exposed — his eyes focused on Qifrey’s face, he’s listening, watching Qifrey attentively, and maybe his mind is less clear, Qifrey’s words tangling with each other, but his heart is as warm as the colors as the night. The strings will be turning into knots, maybe, when he drinks a bit more, when the plate is cleared, when Qifrey stands up to leave. But for now, they are covered in gold, in warmth, and Qifrey’s talking — Qifrey’s talking. What else can Olruggio do other than listen to his song?