#Dis Asterism

[cryptiiids]

What are your aspirations for when you grow up, Valtii? do you think you'll work with your sibling or solo? 🌵

>It's passing period during classes in the caverns. The dimly lit halls are bustling with activity as jades hurry to their next class, with some upperclassmen cradling pretend grubs as if they were the real thing.

Valtii fucking hates those things, but that's another conversation entirely.

We're not here for all that.

Our jade in question merely watches the activity from a now-empty classroom, his professor having left for who knows what. They're taking the time to look over study notes before passing period is over.

"I wanna do my own thing," they say, looking up from their notes. "I've been chatting with my guidance counselor about it, and I'm not really cut out for the whole 'taking care of the mother grub and babies' kinda thing."

>They chew on the end of their highlighter before continuing, seemingly lost in thought for a moment.

"I like writing and film studies. Dunno what I'm gonna do with that just yet, but I wanna make a name for myself. Viv too. Doesn't everyone?"

[lashysdomain]

📋Ma'atae

Age: mid 20s Height: 6'7" Carrying: flip phone, school books, roomba (forgot to put it back) Last thought of: finals Current Job: civil engineering student Main Goal: graduate with passing grades Favorite Item: the oldest flip phone that's available on alternia Love Anyone?: melody <3 Pale For?: someone Ashen With?: nah Hate Anyone?: nah If you could do one thing right now, it would be: karaoke with mel

[cadavertrolls]

Erik too, 🐛

wittle prince needs uppies!!!

[windy-trickster]

Happy birthday 🎉 hope it’s good to you 👍🏼

Awww!!! Thank you Wren <3333

[zillyeh]

Also Bess many sweeps ago

“Bess,” the grit of her voice gives you goosebumps when you’re not expecting it. Sometimes when you are. It’s soft this time. It’s been softer for a while around you, but not always. She still doesn’t trust you. She’s made you acutely aware of that.

“Zippie,” you say, the lilt of your voice makes it sound like a question. You sigh and stand when she doesn’t respond. Immediately you are startled back against the cool brick of the church at how fast and quiet she crossed the floor. Her eyes aren't as hard as they usually are, but they are clearly deep in thought.

"I need you to kick my ass," she says, not breaking eye contact with you.

"Huh?" you ask, not expecting that request, if anything. As far as you knew, you’d been summoned here to clean up rubble. She backs up a bit, crossing her wiry arms over her chest. 

"Teach me to fight or whatever," she clarifies, her tough, aloof 'whatever' isn't enough to mask the reluctance in her voice.

"You can't fight," you say incredulously. She's skinny, but her arms are bound up like steel cables under her soon-to-be-colored tattoos. They reminded Bess of the broken muntins that once held stained glass windows high in the church walls. Absurdly delicate looking on something so brick-tough. Even relaxed, the pale skin of her bicep is hard. Her forearms, her hands…

She snaps her fingers in your face.

"Eyes are up here, princess." You wince at her biting little nickname for you. "No. I don't know how to fight. Not well, anyway."

You tilt your head to the side, sucking your bottom lip in while you think of a response.

"So you just do like, the verbal sparring thing huh?" you tease. She rolls her eyes, but stays focused on you.

"Trying to match my skill in the two, your majesty," he hums, his voice and disrespect once again giving you chills. Maybe that was the open wall above you, though. 

"Who says I remember how, anyway?" you shoot, knowing your answer is going to be yes. You can't make it easy on her. Not even that you want to- you just naturally want to combat her for some reason you can't pinpoint.

"Irritating," he huffs back. "You've been out of the ring for what, a handful of sweeps?” Her gaze falls to your own arms in a way that makes you feel insecure. 

With a huff you pull at a lock of the bright yellow hair sitting at your shoulders. “I’m so forgetful now,” you say airily. “Too many punches to the head made me stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” she says so fast that it snaps your attention back to her. Something about his earnestness makes you forget about being difficult. Zippie seems embarrassed about what just came out of her mouth. “You’re- I dunno, ditzy, but you’re not stupid.” She adjusts the mask hooked behind her damaged ear, looking at the rubble pile you sweeped.

“I watched more of your old fights,” she continues. You bristle before she can finish her thought.

“I told you not to-”

“You’re good, Bess,” she says over the rest of your sentence. “I need help that an ex stuntman and a fleet engineer can’t give me.” She starts to pace like she’s giving one of her sermons, running her fingers through her slowly growing buzz cut. You can’t help but watch her, flustered. It isn’t a secret that you hate Avalanche. You ran away from her on purpose. You don’t want that to be a part of you anymore. She has to know that. Just the thought of her makes you feel sick.

“What I intend to do here is dangerous, Bess. I don’t think anyone knows how to throw a punch like you can. If you want to pull your weight around here, do that for me.”

“Funding your nightclub isn’t enough?”

She pauses, looking at your fins with something inscrutable in her eyes. It isn’t nice though.

“No, it’s not,” she says simply. “You’re the one who wanted to do more here, so prove it princess. Teach me how to fight like a fish.”

 Whatever annoyance you feel about her engaging with Avalanche’s old performance starts to melt at the way she says princess this time. However, you are still annoyed. She has a point, but you don’t want her to. After being reminded of your time in the coliseum circuit, you’re not sure how certain that ‘yes’ is going to be. What Steris said to you on your last day in the arena…

You look up. What he said… You never thought about it in all your supervised time up in the old north, but now you wonder. How many people took shelter in this church before that roof caved in? Were they all squished by falling rubble? Suffocated in the contained bubble of smoke that kept the rest of the city safe from what happened here? Not to even think of the barely standing buildings outside, the ones that house trolls too put down to try anywhere else. 

How many people perished here? 

On your ancestors orders?

The Undertaker is the only one who truly wants to make that right, isn’t she? For the people that live here?

“Fine,” you say after a few moments. The intense look on his visible face almost startles you.

“Good,” he says, an audible smile under his mask. “I’ll uh… start whenever you want me to then.”

You hum and pop your forefinger knuckle with your thumb.

“I think it might be fun to start now? While it’s on your mind.”

She narrows her eyes at you, but there’s something excited about the way she stretches her arms behind her.

“Alright, fine. Go easy on me though, will you, princess?”

[faerielandtrolls]

Hey Shrane, what do you think you'd do if you weren't in the fleet, like, as a career? Do you think you'd be a line cook or try and open your own restaurant.. maybe something not having to do with food at all?

"Oh golly I've always loved cooking... I-I don't presume to think I'd ever be able to but--- I think I'd like to own my own restaurant. Maybe something small, a cafe or something. A bakery perhaps? Someplace I could sell little cakes and cookies, and make people warm drinks on cold winter days--- or any time really, when their soul needs to be soothed."

"Yeah... I think I'd like that"

"I-I think I'd--- I think I'd like that very much, indeed..."

[indig0trolls]

Well, guess what I'm here to say happy quads day to Muiren, <3

Hope you have a nice say Muiren! I brought you a variety pack of chocolates and also some fancy tea in case the chocolates are too sweet :]

Ah, my thanks, dear Wren. And a happy quads day to you as well. I'm afraid I've not prepared much for the sharing of this holiday with anyone other than my dearest Reaper, but you are quite welcome to sit and share these sweets with my while I prepare the tea.

I trust your holiday has been enjoyable as well?

[forbiddenfaerieland]

Rhosak touch meme,

(Lips are coloured as a turn on because this mans likes having things in his mouth)

Generally hates when you touch <-- This side of his face, does not like it, will tolerate it for matesprits.

In general Rhosak doesn't like physical contact, but when he's in a quad it's like he's desperate to be touched, it just unlocks something in him smh.

[dis-aster9255]

Decided to try a different shading/lineart style, and chose Pearl cause I haven’t drawn her in a while :D

[snejkha]

Moodboard custom kitsune for @dis-asterism // Thank you so much//

[cryptiiids]

💐 Valtii, do you wish you hadn't hidden what happened to you and what you were for as long as you did?

>You catch the jade neck-deep in tomes, their nose buried in a well-loved and well-worn stage publication. Phantom of the opera, you think, but the cover is too faded to make out the details clearly.

They haven't seemed to age a single day, but the grey streaks in his hair say otherwise. They wave their hand in a dismissive fashion, unbothered by the question. He doesn't look up from his original task at hand.

"No one really needs to know what happened, darling. What's done is done."

>A coy smile plays on their lips as they consider what to say to the second part of the inquiry. They reach for a glass of wine on a side table, and it stains their teeth red when they drink from it.

"I simply try to keep a low profile in the public eye, little bird. It would be hard to hunt if I couldn't hide in plain sight, no?"

[lashysdomain]

I. The Magician, VI. The Lovers, VIII. Strength, and XVI. The Tower for Vicera?

I. The Magician — What does your muse consider theirself an expert in?

"I would hope to some degree that I'm an expert in sugar art; though I'm sure the techniques I know are long outdated... People are still buying though, so that's likely to mean they still aren't common, or at the very least I'm doing well creating them."

VI. The Lovers — What’s your muses feelings about love?

"Love is.... Complicated. I'm unsure if I've dealt with it myself, honestly. After fighting most of my adult life, and traveling everywhere I don't think I've had the mind or chance to even do such a thing. I looked up to people I'd fight with, but that's a very different emotion... Knowing you'll kill or be killed by them puts a degree of separation between you."

VIII. Strength — Describe how your muse handles trauma.

"I... Am unsure if I have any, to be fully honest. I'm not sure how I'd handle it. Those I've spoken with have expected me being taken away to the land of the fair folk to be traumatic but... Well, perhaps I'm just repressing it. We'll say that's how I deal with it. It's the only sensible answer, I think."

XVI. The Tower — What does your muse consider to be the worst thing that ever happened to them?

"Mmh.... Having my fins torn up in fights, perhaps? They've healed perfectly fine with assistance, but it hurts quite a lot when it happens."

[cadavertrolls]

also of course. 🐛beanie baby

( @dis-asterism )

Little fuzzy baby... <3

[stormingfrost]

Kinda obsessed with the historical context of Rise of the Guardians. Pitch wanting the Dark Ages to come back, which historically was the decline of culture and records. The Guardians rose at the same time as the Renaissance with the rise of culture, knowledge, and science. (Tooth in particular mentions that she hasn’t been out in the field for 440 years, give or take, which would put that smack dab in the middle of the Renaissance) 

The way Pitch doesn’t want the world to change, the way the Guardians change in tune with the world. The way Jack, who lived in has a human in the 17th or 18th century, who lived in the time after the Renaissance and lived witnessing the world all the way to the modern era, is there to show the Guardians how much they missed and how they can further change and improve for the more modern world. These characters are immortal beings who have so much power over the world, it makes so much sense that when they fall and rise in power it impacts the world that they want to influence, for better or for worse. 

[transmasc-slykinnie]

I wanna put these bitches in a room with this board game and see who leaves the room crying first

[faerielandtrolls]

Would you consider yourself the social or antisocial type, Avenir? Do you have a lot of friends or keep people more at a distance?

"I find large groups to be.... Extremely draining. Ironic, perhaps, for someone of my chosen profession. Still! I much prefer one-on-one situations. Perhaps that would be considered anti-social, hmm?"