#DASTER

[baisteach]

late but day 3's prompts together really got me thinking lol so this is just for that

for daster week hosted by @nucarnievents

[hyuge]

Daster art I commissioned @mintmaru to make for my holiday cards. Aster holding mistletoe above Dante's head and he's all blushy and embarrassed. 💕💕

[naomyart]

Forwards vs comic Remembering old scenes, I thought it would be interesting to bring a compilation of scenes that I drew in the previews of 2017 and 2020, but with their final versions in the comic

All these scenes did not receive major changes, but the following are scenes that changed, changed or were directly eliminated

Finally, scenes that are still missing, because they belong to the last 5 chapters

[museaway]

art for daster week day five ☆ stars

[tellmewhatyouc]

wanted to make a little something for @nucarnievents daster week, so here's some matching icons! these two look so nice together and it was fun to play around with their colors 🦇🔥

download on Google Drive | free to use, credit optional

[endermanalbino]

well i draw my old oc still alive , Daster The albino enderman

[nucarnievents]

Daster Week 2024

Greetings Daster crew! We are back for round two. ~

#DasterWeek24 will run from Sept. 23rd-29th (celebrating Daster middle birthday Sept 25th) and we've got some 🔥 new prompts for you!

Just like last year, when the week is complete, a celebratory zine will be made that you can submit your works to. If you are interested in checking out the PDF from last year, you can find it linked on the Carrd page along with further details on the ship week. Mood boards that are submitted to the zine must be stock/free images.

Prompt list breakdown:

DAY ONE: Amnesia | Age Play

DAY TWO: Injury | Edging

DAY THREE: Wedding | Lingerie

DAY FOUR: Beach | Drugged

DAY FIVE: Stars | Master/Servant

DAY SIX: Camping | Body Worship

DAY SEVEN: Flowers | Bondage

We're only 4 months away so it's time to get hype!

[phaerlax]

Daster! 🦇☀️

I wrote this one for the remix exchange.

[radiantgeminiwares]

I made some Daster earrings! They may be a rare pair but that only makes me love them more. Check them out now!

[enndycifra]

Yes.

@endermanalbino

[asknathantheenderdragon]

Art Fight! @ask-serpentine-the-untamed @endermanalbino @sollyraptor

[hyuge]

False Sunflower

#DasterWeek24 | Day 7: Flowers | AO3

Hosted by: @nucarnievents | Rated: T | 1k WC

Heliopsis helianthoides – False Sunflower (happiness and hope)

Aster is on his way to Solaria when he starts coughing up petals. His trip is not going well to begin with as he succumbs to the elements, now, it's worse.

It starts with the sun bearing down on Aster in the blazing desert heat. He shields his eyes with his hands, watching as the heat casts waves on the horizon, distorting his vision. He hates it here, throat parched as he trudges through the desert alone in search of his destination. Aster thought it was dehydration that made his throat so irritated, but when the first petal fell from his pink lips, a sense of dread began to build in his chest. Time was not on his side. The sands of the hourglass spill from top to bottom, burying him alive.

The petal is a lovely shade of red-orange. Its shape is like that of a sunflower, only smaller. A daisy, maybe? He’s too tired to dwell on it and too exhausted to fly. He needs water. He needs blood. And he needs to reach the damn Solarian palace before nightfall. If he’s been inflicted with the flowering loneliness, he needs to get out of the desert and into the bed of the one his heart longs to see. How he managed to fall prey to such a trap is beyond him. Only fools fear unrequited love, and Aster is no fool.

Though, admittedly, he’s never genuinely loved anyone before. He has a deep respect for Huey. Morvay is… well, Morvay. And Eiden fills him with a fondness he had long since forgotten. So why has the Sun Lord of all people managed to capture his affection? Dante is rude, abrasive, and stubborn. He thinks too highly of himself for his tender age. Sure, he may be loyal, dedicated to his people, and incredibly intelligent and hardworking, but he still has more faults than positives. Or not. Aster knows he’s just making excuses to himself. The heat is clouding his mind, and the flowers are filling his insides. Presently, he has no leg to stand on. He should have taken a carriage.

Aster sees a figure approaching on the horizon and he thinks the heat has finally finished him off. The mirages are becoming more convincing now as his head swims and his footsteps slow to a snail’s pace. He drops to his knees, the hot desert sand stinging his delicate skin, and retches. Flower petals spill from his lips and his throat burns. The petals decorate the ground in front of him, a beautiful mix of yellows, reds, and oranges. I’ve lived a long enough life, he thinks. It’s longer than a human’s, though centuries shorter than that of the average vampire. Perhaps this is some sort of divine retribution brought on by the God of Klein? Aster isn’t sure what he could have done that would earn him a death such as this, but he’s sure there’s something. Greed? Possibly.

“Vampire!” a voice shouts.

Ah. The auditory hallucinations are kicking in. Aster won’t make it to nightfall, let alone the Solarian capital. He blinks blearily at the hazy shape of… someone. He can’t quite tell who. There’s a hot hand pressed against his forehead, but it feels cool against his heated skin. His chin is forcibly tilted up and—oh! Water. The cool liquid slides down his throat and dribbles from the corners of his mouth. His tongue feels alive once more and the feeling of sand coating his insides slowly evaporates. Aster blinks again and swears he can make out a set of mismatched eyes. But why would the Sun Lord be here?

Strong arms wrap around his body, lifting him off the ground. The last of Aster’s energy whittles away and he transforms back into a bat. A cloth is thrown over him, shielding him from the hot, desert sun, and everything goes black.

“You’ll be safe soon,” he hears, just before passing out.

When Aster comes to, he’s laid out on silken bedsheets in an elegantly decorated room. There’s a pitcher of water on the bedside table, along with an ornate chalice. He’s thirsty, but not for water. Aster coughs, spilling petals onto the bed. They look almost as if they belong there, yet somehow, not quite right. Ah. False sunflowers. Now it makes sense. An Aster who loves feels like an imposter. He does not know this version of himself.

“You’re awake.”

His gaze flits across the room to a figure standing in the doorway. Dante approaches with a stern look in his eyes. Aster sighs, burying himself into the pillows. “I suppose I have you to thank for rescuing me from the desert.”

Dante takes a seat on the edge of the bed, inches from Aster’s body. “You sound awfully full of yourself for someone that was dying of heatstroke a few hours ago. You must be feeling better.”

Aster hums. “Mostly. I could use a drink.” Dante reaches for the pitcher and Aster throws his hand out to stop him. “Not that kind of drink.”

Dante hesitates. His attention is pulled elsewhere when he notices the flower petals on the bed. “Where did these come from? I saw them at your feet in the desert as well.”

Aster sighs. He drapes his arm over his eyes in a poor attempt to hide himself away. “From me. I have the flowering disease.” He says it casually, an attempt to play it off for less than what it is, but inside, his anxieties are screaming. Just because he’s been rescued from the desert doesn’t mean he’s out of the woods. There’s still a guillotine waiting to fall on his neck.

The mattress shifts and Dante lifts Aster’s arm. Their faces are close. Dante caresses Aster’s cheek with his thumb, concern etched on his brow. “Who?”

“What?” Aster asks dumbly.

“Who has managed to capture your heart?”

Aster decides to play coy. He’s too tired and hungry for such a serious conversation. Either he tells Dante, and his feelings are accepted, ridding him of the flowering disease, or he tells Dante, and he is rejected, ensuring his demise. He’ll find out the answer soon enough. Instead, he says, “Let me drink from you, then I’ll tell you.”

Dante loops an arm under Aster’s body, righting him, then cranes his neck for easy access. “Go on then. Drink and feel better.”

[naomyart]

Ragnartale Chapter 42 ENGLISH Part B

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[museaway]

lie to me (or something even more merry)

aster x dante | established relationship future talk fluff

A year after their relationship is revealed, Aster and Dante have an important conversation. A belated Secret Santa gift for @hyuge, featuring our beloved rare pair! Happy Kleinmas!

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It wasn’t, Aster thought, exactly his fault that Dante was angry.

Partially, perhaps, but not entirely.

“Why didn’t you say anything about this earlier?” Dante demanded from his seat in the open-air lounge, his face resting against a coiled fist in a guise of ease despite his acidic tone.

Knowing the anger wasn’t directed at him, not really, Aster put on a little pout and approached.

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[tellmewhatyouc]

Fandom: NU: Carnival Ship: Aster/Dante Rating: G Words: 700 @winterbreakadvent prompt: caught in the rain without an umbrella

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[darkdra23]

The Lord Daster AU ZeroInfinity By @MelodyDarkChalk