#Astrophel posts

[whenastrofell]

Both Fugo and Mista's stands are designed to kill and not much else. Fugo repressed his anger to the point that it manifests as a monster that can kill you in seconds and Mista's is related to the event that barred him from ever being a normal person again.

Fugo obviously doesn't like his stand. He only brings it out when he really needs to- it's so deadly it almost has no practical use and he isn't even immune to its virus.

Mista doesn't hate his stand, but I think there had to be a moment where he thought about it- That moment defines him now; he's a killer.

I don't think they would talk about it, but I wonder how it would go if they did.

[tobyisave]

it occurred to me that i never posted my aero/robosona on here

[witchyy-kittyy]

Being mutuals with famous adults means:

Watching all the serious drama go down while I’m trying to convince my boyfriend to teleport to me and my cat to come cuddle with me

[phantomime-para]

Have some random draws to pass the time of waitingg X>

The first is a redraww, aaa

[the-cosmos-withinus]

Shadow Puppets AU - Philip and Magic

A while back i described my portrayal of Belos as a Wendigo as a blend of actual folklore and ToH whackiness, and I'm finally following up on explaining that whackiness since it ties so much into Philip's relationship with magic

-Philip's first experience with magic was actually Astrophel teaching him how to "perform miracles". Archivist magic is similar in a lot of ways to Titan magic but is distinguishable by presenting in cool colors like blues and purples. -Performing Archivist magic requires the user to have a 'sound mind and body' and can't be performed by someone who isn't taking care of themselves. -He didn't know what he was learning was Archivist magic and assumed that he couldn't do it without Astrophel, so when he went to the Demon Realm, he adapted by learning Glyph magic. -He became a Wendigo at age fifteen and tried carving the glyphs he learned into his arm attempting to break the curse. -This backfired and the glyphs instead broke down his body into a sludge-like state. He maintains his human shape through sheer force of will aided by the power he absorbs by eating Palismen. -Although the Palismen he consumes don't fight back against him in this au, the additional eyes across his body came from the Palismen. -The horns are something Belos did to himself subconsciously, ironically, by trying to cling to his humanity and the symbolism of the mask he had worn as a child, which was supposed to be a deer. -Without the above factors, Belos's true form would simple be an emancipated giant, just like the original folklore -Throughout most of Belos's crusade he wielded Archivist Magic with Astrophel reminding him to take care of himself so he could use it, but also created an artificial staff later in the war harvesting magical essences from around the isles. -As Belos's reign as Emperor continued his physical and mental health started to decline, but he hid it from Astrophel by relying more on the artificial magic and claiming that he'll start taking care of himself again once they achieve their endgame

[apollo-the-chaotic-gremlin]

rescue

Astrophel awoke on his floor, his back and everything else was sore, and he groaned as he sat up and put a hand to his head. He knew what had happened, he’d been spending too much time not sleeping in an attempt to kill phantoms so he could repair his elytra, but thanks to the fact that no living being that isn’t undead would be able to keep going without passing out, he’d collapsed in his home and probably wasted several days unconscious or asleep. The sensible part of his brain told him that he should stop doing that, that he was slowly killing himself. He didn’t care. 

Astrophel stood, and one the ocelots that had apparently been lying beside him stood as well, giving him a curious look.

“I know you’re not starving, you have a kitty door to go out and hunt. Don’t lie to me.” He grumbled good-naturedly, and the cat turned away and walked towards the fire, curling up and returning to the land of dreams it was so fond of. 

Astrophel’s stomach growled angrily, and he grimaced at the hollow feeling. He slowly got together some food, eating deliberately slow just in case it had been longer than he thought. He was not going to take chances. With a full belly and an exhaustion he felt he shouldn’t feel, he climbed the ladder to the attic he used as his room and collapsed into his bed, falling asleep quickly.

The next day, he awoke to find that one of the ocelots had brought him a ‘present,’ but he ignored it and clambered down to eat something and go be productive. He smiled at the greetings he received from two of the cats, the third was probably out hunting. Astrophel stepped out the door and began following the path to his little bayside collection of buildings. A useless build he used for housing his unfinished world map, the tower that housed his mine, nether portal, and enchanting room, and his Glorified Storage Shed. He planned to build a dock today, not that he needed one, just that he needed something to do to distract from the intense loneliness that not even pets could fix. Or villagers from any of the villages that he’d come across. He’d saved a few of them, back when he was new to the Overworld, but since they’d immediately gone and died in another way he’d given up on them.

Astrophel searched his chests for the materials necessary to build a dock and sighed, he was out of spruce. He grabbed a few more loaves of bread from his overflow food chest and left, deciding to visit the taiga village to see if a villager would sell him the book to teach him the mending spell yet or not. He was procrastinating, sure, but it was productive procrastination. He was startled by a wolf by his side, innocently giving him puppy eyes that were clearly asking to accompany him. He smiled and gave a slight nod and started walking in the direction of the village. It usually took about a day to get there on foot.

The trip was about as normal as any other, so it would make sense that Astrophel was startled when he heard a chillingly human scream. Sure, he couldn’t care less about what the villagers were up to, they killed themselves by hugging zombies enough to prove it wasn’t worthwhile, but… this was different somehow. Less ‘hrnnn’ more ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA’ and it was enough that he decided to investigate, although somewhat hesitant. Helping people was never his strong suit, and every time he’d ever tried it had backfired and nobody got out of it okay. 

The scream had come from a crevice in the land, a fissure small enough Astrophel could jump it, in fact he had jumped it earlier today. He carefully descended into it, glaring at Sharky not to follow. He would not lose another wolf. Torch in hand, he looked around, eyes straining trying to find

 the source. He knocked his horns on the ceiling, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards. The scream occurred again, this time louder and echoing in the cave’s mouth. Astrophel stood and ducked his head under the low ceiling as he continued forward. He’d definitely heard ‘help’ and it sounded desperate. 

The cavern opened up and Astrophel found himself on the edge of a large drop into an intensely dark wonder of nature. He could just make out his nearby surroundings, and in the distance he could see the orange glow of lava and hundreds of stalagmites. This would be fun… He made his way around the edge, trying to find a way down that didn’t involve jumping into one of the pools of water visible in what appeared to be torchlight. His fear of heights was slowly convincing him to turn back and leave this stranger to whatever fate faced them. The part of him that still cared for others, which he’d thought was dead, was yelling at him to continue. So continue he did. 

Not finding a good way down, he pulled his pickaxe out of his inventory and began carefully mining a staircase into the wall, nearly having a heart attack as he broke a block and empty space welcomed him. It took him a bit to do it, but after all his hard work he arrived at the floor and frantically began placing torches so he wouldn’t get murdered by one of the countless monsters that had for unknown reasons pegged him as a target. He had heard several more yells for help on his way, but they had stopped and he felt uncharacteristically worried. What if he was too late? Better question, why was he here? 

As the two sides of his mind warred, Astrophel walked onwards, following a trail

of sparsely placed torches to a crack in the floor. There was a makeshift staircase in the side and more torches. A sound behind him made him jump, and he tripped and fell head first into the crevice, gasping in pain as he landed on a stalagmite, but he didn’t die and healing up was successful enough that he didn’t take too long to recover. Though it didn’t stop him from wishing he had the regen capabilities of a player.

Onward led the torches and onward followed an increasingly annoyed Astrophel. At one point he got jumped by a small gang of zombies being helped by a skeleton, which was definitely fun to fight off. Another time a creeper exploded one of the torches and he couldn't find it so he had to use the last one he had so he could see through the darkness, which ticked him off more than it should have. On and on and on led the torches, and the farther he went the more he began to wonder if the person who had screamed had been up near the beginning and he’d just missed them. How did he hear them scream if they were this far in? Unless they were running from something? Very possible. 

Finally, after what had to have been an eternity of walking, the torch trail stopped. At the edge of a very deep looking hole. There were ledges around it, and enough glow lichen to see somewhat that the bottom was gone. Not just very deep, it was bottomless. How in the three dimensions was that even possible? Bedrock was unbreakable, and this couldn’t be natural, so something had broken an unbreakable block. That was bad. Very bad. He didn’t know why it was bad, just that it was bad. 

A small sound from one of the ledges snapped him from his shock and drew his attention to what appeared to be another block of deepslate. But it moved, or was moving. A dark silhouette, very small, was moving slowly around on a ledge not far from the edge of the pit. Astrophel almost leaped to the conclusion that this was the thing that had screamed for help, but he knew better than most not to blindly jump. 

“Hello?” Astrophel called down, concern, suspicion, and curiosity were all audible in his voice. The figure jerked, and in a movement that he assumed meant they were looking up, it spoke.

“Help! Please! I don’t have anything, I can’t get up, and—” They were cut off by Astrophel.

“Hold on! We can talk about what you need later, I’m gonna come down!” He pulled his pick back out, and tried to not think about how young the voice sounded. Or the fact that they were definitely not a villager, judging by the fact that all villagers sounded exactly the same, and they did not.

He began to mine a staircase down, refusing to look to the side and into what he assumed was the void. He was going slower than he wanted, but he did make it down safely, much to his relief. 

“We are leaving right now, tell me what you need when we get to the top.” Astrophel instructed, knowing that he really had nothing to help if they needed healing. He’d used the last of his magic on himself, and he did not have bandages or potions or anything to do any non-witchy healing. Then he remembered that he needed to introduce himself. 

“Ok, um… I’m Kai, who’re you?” They Kai asked, following Astrophel as he began to climb out of the hole.

“Astrophel.” He answered, drawing his sword as the two reached the top in case of any opportunists who’d want to kill them. 

In the torchlight, he was able to assess that the kid wasn’t too badly injured, just bruised and scratched and with a cut or two. Nothing that needed immediate attention, and certainly nothing to freak out over. He also noticed that the kid was a player. He’d only ever heard stories, and extremely biased ones at that, but he knew that there was enough fact in the fiction that he should be more wary of Kai. Players were known for being unkind to nether-born, even going so far as to start a war with the piglin. But Astrophel felt none of the animosity he should toward this one, just worried that a kid was all alone and stuck in a cave.

“Um… you told me to tell you what I need?” Kai asked, and Astrophel nodded, dragging

himself out of his thoughts and watching them as they fidgeted nervously. 

“I’m out of torches, have no pickaxe, have no sword, and I’m out of food and blocks. My regen magic isn’t going to work without it, and I’m really low…” she explained. Astrophel handed her a couple of loaves of bread and cursed himself for forgetting that all players had regen magic. Only players had it though, and he had relied heavily on healing spells that replaced it well enough, but he still should have thought of it. 

“Let’s get out of here.” Astrophel said, beginning to walk in the direction the torches came from. Kai followed. The two were silent on the way out, except for the occasional comment or warning of monsters.

When they reached the spot where Kai had taken a leap of faith, Astrophel jerked his head towards that staircase he’d made and followed her up and, finally, out. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust, but when they did, the two climbed out of a crevice and into the very welcome sunlight. Sharky bounded over, excitedly sniffing Kai. Astrophel sat down and leaned back, feeling he needed to return home and take a nap over any other thing he had to do. Something was bugging him though, and he sat up to find Kai sitting and leaning up against Sharky, who looked very pleased. 

“Where are your parents?” Astrophel asked. Kai glanced at him, before shrugging.

“Dunno.” They returned to pulling the grass up and trying to make it whistle.

“You don’t know? How long have you been alone?” Astrophel was surprised, but he should have expected it. Memories of being alone as a kid and feeling unwanted by everyone around him (probably because he was) appeared in the front of his mind, and he felt angry that someone else would have to endure that same torment. 

“Uhm… dunno. A while. Why?” Kai gave up on their whistles and turned their full attention to Astrophel. 

“Just curious.” He answered. They rolled their eyes but didn’t say anything. 

Astrophel glanced up at the sky and sighed, it was going to be nightfall soon. He needed to head home. Leaving Kai alone didn’t feel right though, especially knowing how hard it is on your own. 

“It’s getting close to night.” Astrophel stated. Kai glanced up and nodded. “Do you have anywhere to go?” 

“No. I’ll find somewhere though.” They seemed unworried. 

“There’s a village over in that direction,” he pointed northwest, “but don’t go too far in a straight line, you’ll miss it. And over there,” he pointed east, behind him, “is my homebase. If you go there and cross over the water, there’s an abandoned village with plenty of places where you can spend the night safely.” He almost offered to let them stay at his place, but decided against it. There was no room, and he felt as though it would be weird to offer. 

“Oh. Thanks.” Kai stood. “You live near here? You look like you’re from, uhm… no offense, but you look like you’re from the nether.” Astrophel stared at them for a second, trying to figure out if he were more shocked they recognised a nether-born or shocked they had been to the mortal version of hell.

“You’ve been to the nether?” He asked. They nodded.

“I wouldn’t recommend it. Too hot.” 

“Yeah, I’d expect it to be for someone who isn’t used to it.” Astrophel said, standing. “Anyways… Yeah, I live not too far from here. Speaking of which, I’m going to go there. Before things that want me dead show up.”

“Ok. I’ll come with you.” Kai smiled at him. He nodded.

The two began walking in the direction of Astrophel’s home, the sun beginning to set just as they reached the back of Glorified Storage Shed. Kai followed him to his house, so Astrophel ended up having to use his spare bed and rearrange his room slightly, which actually looked better than it had been. He also gave in and let Sharky inside, much to the dismay of the ocelots. Two ran out to spend the night elsewhere, and one climbed the ladder and slept on the bed Kai got.

[galakianexplosion]

The sillies being pet

[luminary-of-the-marz]

Slight redesign for Esther and Astrophel plus something I drew this morning

[absentmoon]

nice enstars posting you got there (evil intent)

ACTIVATES MY EVIL DISPELLING POWERS.

[whenastrofell]

Post-canon Fugo and Mista occupy a significant section of my brain. They're the only ones left and they do not like each other anymore. Fugo is a "traitor" even though he never technically betrayed Passione as an organization. Mista cannot stand him now. Any loyalty to Giorno could be fake- he could only be loyal because he's the boss, whereas Mista would die for him.

Fugo can't stand Mista, either. Mista won't leave him the fuck alone- he keeps making jabs, no matter how much Fugo just tries to sink into the background and do his fucking job. And of course Mista gets mad when Fugo doesn't fight back like normal and so it continues on.

But they can't just ignore each other. They can't just let this die. They're all each other has left, and they can't let that go. They're the last surviving members of Bucciarati's crew- they can't let it go. No one else gets it. No one else remembers how fucking annoying Narancia's CDs were, or the modicum of fondness that worked its way into Abbacchio's voice sometimes, or how often Bucciarati wound up helping the old ladies in Napoli with their chores.

Giorno was there, but he didn't lose the same things they lost that week. Fugo and Mista can't stand each other, but they can't let each other go either.

[captain-krow-drozdov]

The Shapeshifter Brigade Edit

[britneyshakespeare]

if i were penelope rich née devereux and everybody in the gentry was talkin about me because of my stupid ex's sonnet sequence and word got back to me specifically of sonnet 37, where mother of god he had the audacity to write that i "had no misfortune but that rich [i was]" oh my lord the knives i would wanna stick in philip sidney's body. the gangrene couldn't come early enough for me

[phantomime-para]

I wanted to show off some CS fanart we got from this year's artfight on the blogg, 'cause I want for them to be seen by everyonee, not just those that were in the gamee X"D

1st is by @the-mirror-sunflower-owo

2nd is by @feverrin (He's made some music for CS tooo!)

3rd is by @anonymous123maybe

Aaand 4th is by flowerblight-ganon (I just put their artfight here 'cause I can't find their other socialss) X">

[archived-from-the-realm]

Source

Stolen from @/faebhaal

Steal it, too

[tracey-cauchemar]

giggling bc the stuffed animal whose hand you’re holding is the same species as the admin holding you in headspace

[the-astrophel-system]

Hey, so this might just be brief, considering everything happening in our life right now. But I need something to focus on lol

DID Research has a few pages on the theory of structural dissociation, and you can find those here: https://did-research.org/origin/structural_dissociation/

Give that a look, I skimmed it because I dont have the brain energy but I know they have good stuff.

Here is another article I found. Again, I just skimmed this, but it seems to have some really helpful information. However, I think they use the word core. You can read that here: https://www.natajsawagner.com/blog/structural-dissociation-model

And finally, here is a tiktoker we really enjoy watching, going into detail about how the theory of structural dissociation works. You can view that here: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSYRQpP7C/

We can make another post going into better detail of how we personally sort anps and eps, just dont have a lot of energy right now. And practically no communication.

Disclaimer: due to the fact we skimmed the articles, there may be information that we personally do not agree with. So please take these sources with the knowledge we aren’t in the right headspace. If needed, we can readdress this topic at a later date.

Disclaimer 2: All three links do talk about different traumas and potentially upsetting material, please be mindful and look after yourselves as you read/view.

- Blurry (they/them)

stereotypes abt systems r so funny to me bcuz.

host [me, hi] is not an anp, but instead a trauma holder of some of our most traumatic memories, with worsened symptoms of bpd and hpd. and i do actually do more than just sit around and front. because i have several roles actually. [sleep + social caretaker]

actually also, we have NO anps, the closest we have is a robot former host who is NOT normal because they STRAIGHT UP cant feel hunger or exhaustion due to us not having time to eat breakfast before going to school when it was hosting.

our main caretakers are not sweet, or soft, or cozy. one doesnt care for people and is actively intimidating to others without trying [and hes not interested in changing that idea], and the other is actively hostile towards people and is only interested in taking care of daily tasks

being social and friendly isnt a requirement but an optional thing, to the point we have social caretakers because so few of us are enjoyable to talk to or enjoy talking to people.

the Hosting situation [1 main host who is always fronting, 3 primary cohosts who are almost always in cofront, and 5 more cohosts who often get pulled to front. and we still have regular host changes every year or more.] instead of having no host, or a """""""""core""""""""" host

we have 10 introjects out of dozens of brainmade alters.

furthermore, we dont split the same fictional guy over and over! instead we have ~30 anger holders and 20+ protectors. b. because? i dont know. man too angry to associate

we DO have an evil alter and among being the only alter who we warn people abt interacting with, he has also eaten a mattress!