#aster lumens

[oddthesungod]

just wanted to draw my wizard boy Lumen in a pretty dress, cuz I was thinking about what he'd wear to a fancy party/ball type event! ✨💖

[infinitethree]

Daz is still in the hidden room, working on the code with Innit– which is surreally nostalgic– when Aster suddenly shouts at him.

“You planned to kill me just because I didn’t buy your act?! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

He squints up at the traitor, needing a few moments to recalibrate to sudden conversation.

“Oh,” he says, blinking. “You were a threat. You still are, technically.”

Aster glares at him, and Daz rolls his eyes. “Save your bullshit. The more you talk, the less able I am to work on the damn code.”

Naturally, Aster is suspicious of that. “Code for what, some new sociopathic plan of yours?” Daz shoots back, “Innit and I are working on making its body, actually. Y’know, the thing you pushed for so bad?”

Suddenly, the bastard is in his personal space. He’s got one palm against his shoulder like he’s keeping him pinned back and growls, “You did something, didn’t you?”

It’s surprising to see him get so handsy. “Don’t fucking touch me–” “What did you do, asshole? We both know that you wouldn’t suddenly decide to be a decent fucking person without a reason. So– what. Did. You. Do.”

Daz’s sight is hijacked to see the past again.

Aster suddenly stops dead in his tracks in the middle of doing work in his office. He’s fumbling with his com, scrolling through the player list as fast as he can with trembling hands. His face has gone ashen and his thoughts are–

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck c’mon, c’mon you bastard, tell me you haven’t done it yet!

A shaky laugh escapes from Aster, but he only takes a moment to revel in the overwhelming sense of relief he feels. Not dead yet. Thank fuck…I might actually become religious from this.

Aster takes a sharp inhale and then quickly flicks through his com to find a specific menu, one Daz knows too well. It’s the one for activating remote stasis chambers, and thus the only way most of them can access the Council HQ.

I might kill you myself for this, though. Fuck, Daz– why do you have to be so broken…?

…Was that how Aster reacted when he saw that Daz was about to get himself killed for good?

A twinge of guilt threatens to tug at him, but he bats it away easily.

None of that would have happened if Aster stayed in his own fucking lane, after all.

He’s yanked to the future, which he knows is the future because Future-Aster is looking at Future-Daz, and he looks older.

Plus there’s the whole– sappy emotions, and the earcuff in Future-Daz’s ear.

The eventual version of himself is asleep on a couch that Daz hasn’t seen before. The room is unfamiliar, too– is this where they live?

Actually, from what he can see of a window, he sees some of those trees Aster loves so damn much. He must have remodeled the traitor’s house, then.

The weirdest part is that there’s a kid conked out on Future-Daz’s chest. She looks pretty young, maybe only four or so. Her hair is done up in pigtails and ribbons.

The ribbons are what gives it away, though. Daz knows his own handiwork, and he knows he’d be gun shy about giving anything like that to anyone, but especially to a kid.

Any kid but his own, that is.

…Shit, they have a kid? That’s so fucking weird!

Future-Aster thinks to himself, She looks just like him. I guess I’m just used to kids who are adopted; it still catches me by surprise. That’s genetics for you.

Daz is suddenly thrown back to the present again, reeling at the baffling and surreal implication that they– what, get a surrogate?

Uhhhg. Gross, on multiple levels. In no way shape or form does he want to– have any of that, and especially not with Aster!

Said bastard grips his shoulder and repeats, “I asked you a question–”

It’s not worth hiding it. He can’t effectively torment him without spilling the beans, anyway. “Made a deal with the Showrunner. I work on Innit’s body, meaning Innit can work on its body, and in exchange I see the same shit you do.”

There’s a long moment of silence, and then Aster scoffs and steps away. “You’re such a petty bastard.”

Even though it might prove his point, he retorts, “That’s not what you say at our wedding, you know.”

“Are you seriously going to–” Voice flipping to a mimickry of how Aster sounds, he recites, “ ‘I won’t say ‘til death do us part’. Death is too soon to let you go, so…instead? Instead, I’ll follow you through a hundred thousand lifetimes. Death, rebirth, oblivion– I don’t care. As long as you’re there, and as long as you want me…? I’ll follow you,’ ” Daz smugly tells him.

Aster glares at him with a surprising amount of venom, and then answers, “ ‘You stole my heart, but I can’t even be mad. Nothing in my life has been as good as you. Your devotion is the balm against the long, miserable, lonely years before I was with you. I can take on gods with you at my side, but without you I’m less than nothing. What I want more than anything is the die of old age in our sleep at the same as you. I love you to the point of madness; to the point of ruin.’ “

Goddamnit.

The bastard folds his arms over his chest. “You want to go low? I’ll match you. I’m not quietly putting up with your shit any more, Daz.”

He scoffs. “This’ll be fun to talk about eventually.” “Oh, I’m sure we’ll laugh and laugh over what an insufferable sociopath you used to be.” “No, I mean–”

Wait a minute.

He pauses. “...Have you seen anything big aside from the wedding and the– whatever the fuck you saw that had the suits?” “Christmas celebration, and no. Why, what did you–”

The wary question is cut off by Aster’s eyes suddenly going wide.

“Oh fuck no,” the bastard breathes. “A kid?!”

Uhhhhg, of course the Showrunner would decide to show him the damn kid.

He rolls his eyes. “Great, there goes that plan–” “To not tell me we have a goddamned child?!” “Well, evidently you adore her.” “I had fucking better, given she’s named after me!”

“Bullshit. She’s– uhg, apparently we do some shit with a surrogate–” “Then look up what ‘Azira’ means. Go on, I dare you.” Aster tells him.

He’d sound threatening if Daz wasn’t immune to him by now.

With a scoff, he pulls open one of the databases they use.

…Fuck. It means ‘a rising star’.

As he glowers at his com, Aster tells him, “I remember because it's a name related to stars. You know– my whole thing?”

“Clearly, I take pity on you and throw you a bone because I'm the biological dad.”

Aster stares at him, an odd expression on his face. “I– the rest of how fucked it is aside? That tracks. If I did love you and did decide to start a family with you, I'd rather– uhg, our kids, as gross as that feels to say– I would rather they have a shot at your freakish intelligence.”

…Huh. That's weirdly mature of him to admit.

“Granted, they'd also be at risk for inheriting your sociopathy, so maybe not. Tell me– was that genetic, or learned from your monster of a brother?”

Aaaaand there’s the loss of any goodwill that gained.

Sneering, he shoots back, “I know that about as well as you know if your stupidity is genetic.”

Aster’s gaze narrows, and he grabs a fistful of Daz’s shirt. “Careful, you don't want to piss me off.”

“Or what?”

A slow, ominous smile curls up on the bastard's lips.

“You made it so that nobody else can be an effective sparring partner for you. That means you're going to get your ass handed to you if you keep fucking around.”

He laughs in his face. “That’s your big threat?! Oh, honey…that's pathetic. You can't fully beat me up, you'll look like an asshole.”

Aster’s smile only grows. “You underestimate me, Daz. You always have.”

Is that really what he thinks?

Daz might have manipulated him, sure– but he always saw Aster as someone with potential.

That's why he extended a hand for the Council. It's why he pushed and bullied and forced Aster to grow.

Left to his own devices, he would be a fraction of the person Daz helped shape him into.

Aster, for years, held the most vital role in his plans. Daz never would have let someone he deemed unworthy control the Swords and Shields, nor hinge his last resort on them.

As little as he likes the traitor…Aster is competent, determined, and surprisingly humble.

He scoffs, “You understand me even less than before.”

With that, he forcibly removes Aster’s hand and gets up.

…Only to get hit with a dizzy spell and start going down immediately.

Aster catches him, probably without even meaning to. “Daz?”

Huh, he actually sounds worried.

Blinking dark spots from his eyes, he shoves his wrist upwards to look at his console. It takes a few tries to get it right, which he’s aware is a problem.

He struggles to focus enough to see the time, but Innit notes with surprise, it’s been sixteen hours since you ate. Were we really here for that long…?

Ohhhhh. Yeah, that’d do it.

He mumbles, distantly aware that the words aren’t coming out right, “Big pr’ject. N’t used to it. Forgot t’eat.”

He’s set down on the couch with a surprising amount of gentleness, considering they were fighting just a moment ago.

“I’ll be right back,” Aster tells him, going back through the passage he came from.

Right, sure.

Daz closes his eyes to fight the way his body is suddenly screaming at him to take care of it. He’s exhausted, starving, and sore from both the repetitive motions and not moving around much.

There’s the sound of a throat being cleared, and when he opens his eyes, two sandwiches are being held out to him.

…Huh. He didn’t actually think Aster would come back.

He grabs them and damn near inhales the food, ditto for the water he’s given.

Finally feeling a bit better now that he’s sitting and with something in his stomach, he asks Aster, “...Why?”

A long, tired sigh comes from the other Tommy, who sinks down next to him on the couch. “...I think you’re a petty, selfish bastard. But I don’t you to suffer,” Aster tells him, brow furrowed a little.

Weird.

“I still hate you for seeing in my head.” “Aren’t we even for that? I’ve explained my reasons. I reluctantly agreed once the wish was brought up; you did this all on your own our of petty spite.”

That gives him pause. “...You never mentioned it was reluctant.”

Aster stares at him in bafflement. “I was ready to refuse, but it’s a literal fucking reality warping wish– one I can hand over to anyone I want. There’s– shit, Daz, I might not have known but it was being offered by the god of time and reality. And fuck knows what else they reside over!”

He hates that he has a good point.

“I thought you jumped on the chance to pry my head open.” “I hated the idea, actually. I know you’ve secretive and I didn’t want to invade your privacy. But I assumed, stupidly, that I’d just– be told things. Like how Observers ask questions. In what fucking way was I supposed to know that I’d see things, and be in your head? I knew you’d be mad, but I, again stupidly, figured that you could recognize that the wish was worth the mortifying ordeal of being known.”

Daz knows he’s sulking as he mutters, “You could have asked me.” “Really didn’t feel like that was an option. Would you want to tell the Showrunner ‘please wait while I call up the guy you hate for permission’?”

Goddamnit.

See?! I told you he’s a good person!

“Shut up,” Daz mutters, scrubbing at his face. “I don’t need you yammering in my ear, too.”

Stop being a dick ‘cause I was proven right yet again. You always ignore me and it always fucks you over.

Aster asks, “Innit talking?” “Mhm. I’m not acting your gofer, you’ll have plenty of time to talk soon enough.”

There’s a little bit of blessed silence, and Daz feels his eyes getting heavy.

Fuck, he doesn’t want to fall asleep like this. But he’s tired, and…

And, as little as he wants to admit it, it’s nice to have someone next to him.

A small, stupid, childish part of him wants to ask Aster to stay right here so he might not be tormented by nightmares.

But also, he’d rather die than voice that tiny desire.

There’s a little disappointment as the other him starts moving, but it was inevitable.

Then he’s scooped up.

He sputters, “Wh– what the fuck?!” “Unfortunately for you, I know what you want. Even worse, I’m not enough of an asshole to refuse,” Aster tells him, just before tossing him onto the bed.

His heart hammers. “If you try anything weird–” Giving him a withering look, Aster snaps, “The fuck do you take me for? No, asshole, I’m dealing with your nightmares, insomnia, and touch starvation in one fell swoop.” The bastard undoes his shoes and flops down.

Oh hell no.

He tries to get up, but Aster yanks him back down. “I don’t trust you to get home on your own, and you’ll sleep like shit anyway. If you’re doing something nice– even if it’s for extremely fucked up reasons– I’m rewarding that by letting you actually fucking sleep for once in– what, four years or so?”

…It sucks that he can’t muster up the energy to fight this more seriously.

But, gods, real sleep sounds amazing. And his body is screaming for it, practically forcing it on him already.

So, reluctantly, he lets Aster wrap his arms around him and start messing with his hair.

“You can go back to being an insufferable asshole tomorrow. For now, just take this with a little grace.”

Daz can’t reply, because he’s already out like a light.

[songedunenuitdete]

Lightlark Livre I de Alex Aster

⭐J'ai lu Lightlark Livre I de Alex Aster / @LumenEditions ❤️C’est de la bonne romance - fantasy sans prise de tête qui se lit vite et avec un plaisir évident. Je ne peux que vous encourager à découvrir Lightlark pour vous faire votre propre avis.

[starfallpod]

“I take it things didn’t go quite according to plan at Miss Leona’s first cast party?”

Starfall: Act 1, Scene xiii is now live! Go find it on your favorite podcatcher 😁

Cheers to the absolutely fantastic Trace Callahan for their quintet of compositions in this episode, including our shiny new intro and outro songs!

And shoutout to our absolute powerhouse of a cast who came together to make this episode possible!

That full cast can be found right here (under the cut, because, hoo boy is it a long list!)

Ishani Kanetkar as Leona

Sam B. Nguyen as Fel

Cole Burkhardt as Dalyn

Malcolm Jay as Aksol

Maxime Hendrikse Liu as Elsibel

Lindsay Zana as Rhea

D.J. Sylvis as Glenn

Juniper White as Mint

Rook Mogavero as Thyme

A.C. Letim as Ravey

Shade Oyemakinwa as Koua

Cass McPhee as Basil

Grayson Teals as Aster

Swann Grey as Ginger

Liz Morey as Dots

Toby Harvey as Colden

Algie Todd as Lumen

Sean Siegler as Macalus

Cam Clark as Velette

Tal Minear as Kio

Elissa Park as Jyrsa

Sawyer Greene as Vair

Ally Amador as Centhy

Brandon Nguyen as Hosse

Emma Laslett as Raybar

Ashley Margaret as the Narrator

[pupsmailbox]

SPACE︰ALIEN ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　adam. adrian. aldebaran. algol. altair. andromeda. apollo. aquila. archer. arcturus. aries. aster. asterion. astra. astraeus. astro. astronomie. atlas. auriga. aurora. borealis. buzz. carina. castor. celeste. celestia. celestian. celestine. charon. cielo. comet. corvus. cosmania. cosmo. cosmos. cygnus. cyra. darby. dione. draco. echo. eclipse. elio. ello. equinox. eric. estelle. esther. gal. galaxeye. galaxie. galaxy. galileo. gamma. hale. halley. hercules. hesperus. horizon. hubble. hyperion. ian. ion. juliet. juno. jupiter. kepler. kuiper. laxy. leo. light. lumen. lumis. luna. lyra. mars. mercury. meteor. milay. mira. miranda. moon. moony. nebula. neptune. nereid. nova. nyx. oberon. orbit. orion. perseus. phoebe. phoenix. planette. pleiades. pluto. polaris. pollux. pyxis. quark. rigel. rocket. rocky. ruban. rupert. saturn. scorpius. selene. singularity. sirius. sky. skyler. sol. solar. solarin. solaris. solis. solstice. spacena. spica. star. stark. starlet. starling. stella. stellan. stellar. stelle. sun. sunny. theo. umbriel. univera. vega. venus. voidear. warp. zenith. zephyr. zorya.

PRONOUNS ⌇　alien/alien. as/astrum. astro/aster. astro/astronomical. astronaut/astronaut. bri/bright. cel/celestial. co/comet. comet/comet. constellation/constellation. cos/cosmic. cosmi/cosmic. cosmos/cosmo. cro/crown. gal/galaxy. galax/galaxy. galaxy/galaxy. glo/glow. gravity/gravity. hx/hxm. hy/hym. h☆/h☆m. infinite/infinite. leo/leonid. li/light. lune/lunar. mo/moon. moon/moon. neu/neutron. par/parsec. pla/planet. plan/planet. planet/planet. pri/prince. pul/pulsar. pul/pulse. qua/quasar. quark/quark. ray/ray. ri/ring. ro/rock. ro/royal. rocket/rocket. satellite/satellite. shi/shine. shine/shine. ship/ship. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. sh☆/h☆r. spa/space. space/space. spae/space. spi/spin. sta/star. star/star. stardust/stardust. ste/stellar. stell/stellar. stelle/stellar. su/sun. sun/sun. tele/telescope. thr/throne. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. th☆y/th☆m. tu/turn. universe/universe. vast/vast. vis/vision. voi/void. void/void. ☀. ☄. ☄️. ✨. ⭐. ⭐️. 🌀. 🌌. 🌍. 🌙. 🌟. 🌠. 🎇. 👑. 👽. 👾. 💎. 💫. 🔭. 🚀. 🛰. 🛰️. 🛸. 🪐.

[bipolar02]

✦ Sun themed NPTs. Requested by @solacesmp3

Sunshine. Áine. Aelius. Cyrus, Cyra. Dawn. Solana. Apricity. Summer. Eleanor. Spring. Vera. Lucy. Kiran. Orion. Aster. Enver. Halo. Luca, Luka. Dior. River. Enya. Ray. Esther. Gold, Goldie, Goldia. Laine. Lina. Estelle, Estella, Estrella. Lucille. Oralie. Neci. Mirri. Robin. Eos, Eons. May. Sunflower. June. Buttercup. Harmony. Rain, Raine. Sky, Skye. Meadow. Cherry. Willow. Rose, Rosemary. Sunburst. Sunrise. Sunlight.

Sun suns. Sun shine. Li light. Ray rays. Sky skies. Star stars. So solar. Ri rise. Glow glows. Wa warm. Flai flares. Shi shine. Sol solstice. Day days. Gold golds. Ye yellow. Clou cloud. Lu lumen. En light enlights. Glae glare. Li lite.

Her warmth. The sunlight. Her rays of light. The girl (made) of warmth. The sunlit girl. The one in the sky. The sunrise. The sunset. The daytime (bringer). The sunkissed girl. Her luminance. The light in the sky. She who shines. She with the brightest smile. Her happy disposition. The summertime girl.

[shinydrakeon15]

GLADLY!!! I honestly probably forgot some but I have a hard time organizing my thoughts lol

• I think after pass 5 the rival just returned to being Aster’s assistant since Ginger’s is the Lumen now

• The alter can actually sing really well (they didn’t have much to do in the xenoverse) but they would rather die than tell literally anyone that lol (bonus points if they have trishout. they are a duo)

• Alice is a pretty big fan of fairy types (my hc team for her has three lol)

• I have one massive mess of a hc family tree that I don’t feel like making rn but all you need to know is Gold gets bitches

• Abraham is actually a Pokemon who takes a human form (the scrapped Zoroark X to be specific) and he’s able to stay human indefinitely thanks to Luxflon’s blessing

• I don’t hc people as trans often (mainly bc I’m not trans myself) but that one Trey line where he said ‘this stupid body I never asked for is ripping me off’ is feeling awfully like he’s trans

• Despite what A & B said I have a hard time believing Victor sees Trey like a son so Trey gets added to the ‘adopted by Aster’ club (consisting of the mc, the rival, and now Trey)

• Trishout fluffy. Because I said so.

• I know Kay is the canon mc but I generally see Alice as the mc since I used her my first playthrough lol

[kopathefox]

Completely giving up (ft. Pokemon xenoverse au)

Characters are:

Sorrel (blue & white wolf)

Explain time:

Note: yes, Sorrel gets a new crown-thing in the DLC pass 4. Now to the topic, ever thought that the hero that saves the world has the best life, always happy, never went through anything rough, has perfect life & is completely perfect? Yes? Then you’re absolutely *WRONG!* Sorrel is a big hero that saved the world and his life isn’t really the best (although better than mine 0-0), isn’t always happy, did went through a lot of rough & sad things, is life isn’t perfect & even he himself has lots of problems that some might never disappear, you see, as mentioned, his mother didn’t even let him leave the house & help them find his father for YEARS, Aster was stressing over finding Versil too much to the point where he always got angry at Sorrel & was too rough with him (and he’s a big softie, every small mistake can affect him a lot, just like me), his father disappeared for 10 years (and he also did it to secretly work as a team leader of a team of criminals/team dimension), he also had daddy issues even after the xenoverse incident, his friend, Trey, died & even though he got revived it’ll still be stuck in his heart like a scar, he almost died to a god/Vakuum & even other pokemon (Vakuum is a pokemon, also, admit, almost dying isn’t really a nice feeling), he also got his entire stomach ripped (like in warrior cats where tigestar got his belly ripped apart by Scourge but it was rather by too much pressure from his Raptor form which caused a severe injury in his stomach) & was injured for a month to the point of not being able to move by himself (also, it happened for the first time straight after the xenoverse incident & in order for him to beat the league/the cardinals & Lumen/champion Aster carried him all the way through Zodiac mountain cuz he loved him & he also wanted to make up for all the times he was too rough with Sorrel, second time was in the fith part of the DLC which was slightly very different from the actual fifth pass, it was a complete different story where Trey also got revived), all that clearly isn’t something that makes life perfect, makes you happy all the time, this is all clearly rough things to go through, he also has trauma from all of this even nowadays & will always have, plus being a big softie is a huge disadvantage (from my own experience, its so fucking annoying! Screw it!) so that’s something that proves he’s not perfect

[cherry-bells1712]

asks are open!

Extra: feel free to ask anything, responses will be colour coded as keyed below, characters colour in the pic roughly mirrors their answer colour

#staticanswer

#lumen answer

#aster answer

#biro answer

#asmo answer

#mali answer

[cinnamonbundog]

For the stepswitchers: who would eat pickles and who would "donate" them away

Stepswitchers that would eat pickles: Beatz, Lyric, Trix, Chiptune, Trance, Wolper, Lycan, Yuki, Mercy, Pranx, Rocket, Ace, Bella

Stepswitchers that would "donate" them away: Techno, Lumen, Glitch, Tony, Tanue, Aster, Coda, Electro, Hue, Theodore, Remy, Tanook

[oddthesungod]

I'll be playing my Astral Genasi wizard, Lumen, in a Planescape adventure soon so I decided to make a lil badge for him (also featuring his familiar, Aster!)!! ⭐☄️

[infinitethree]

So, Aster is kind of in hell right now.

Daz has, evidently, decided to quadruple down on being a bastard by abusing the fact that Aster is forced to see their future– a future where they’re happily married– to torment him.

Horrifyingly, his torment comes primarily in the form of things that one would consider flirting under any other circumstances.

Pretty much his only reprieve is his time at the Swords and Shields’ training hall. Not even his own goddamned home is sacred, because Daz can just– fucking teleport in, like an asshole!

It does not help that the visions seem to come primarily when he’s around Daz. The more Daz inflicts his presence on Aster, the more he sees of some unknown point in the future where they’re deeply in love.

So basically, on top of the active torment, there’s the fucky surreal mood whiplash of future-Daz clearly enjoying his company…and then current-Daz, who wields his knowledge like a knife to inflict shallow wounds on his psyche.

Thank fuck that he at least doesn’t have to deal with whatever the hell their more intimate time is like. All he’s seen is what seems like the aftermath– but is enough to make it clear that they definitely do get up to…that.

Uhg. The idea makes him vaguely queasy currently, even if future-him seems to enjoy it.

There’s no further information about what led to that shift, unfortunately. At this point, Aster would try to trigger it just to lessen Daz’s wrath.

Sure, he’s not entirely sure he even wants his love. But it’d be infinitely better than the shit he’s currently dealing with.

And, well, if nothing else– he could definitely appreciate that Daz does seem to enjoy both acts of service and gifts.

As far as he can tell, future-him exclusively wears clothes that future-Daz makes for him and mostly eats his cooking– something that he is actually jealous of.

At no point has Aster ever looked at food Daz has made and not been tempted. Even when he knew it was fucked with in some capacity, a little voice in the back of his head told him, but it’ll be so damn good. It’s worth whatever he did, probably.

A few times he’s listened. He regretted it later, sure, but in the moment…

In the moment he had desperately wished Daz wasn’t such a catty asshole towards him and him alone.

Well, now he knows why he was singled out. And even though that reason has been resolved, he’s now the subject of Daz’s actual wrath. Thus, even considering taking a bite of anything Daz has touched is a level of stupidity that Aster isn’t willing to rise to. 

Beyond the clothes and food, though? Future-Daz seems to have given plenty of other gifts and forms of his affection.

It sure as hell seems like they live in a completely redone version of Aster’s house. It’s a hell of a lot bigger with a completely different layout, but those familiar blue and white wisteria trees can be seen through the windows sometimes.

All of that seems nice, sure, but the thing that really piques Aster’s interest is a simple fact that seems to be driven home over and over and over–

Future-Daz is clingy as hell.

He seems to want to be cuddled with more than anything. Aster has even watched as he goes from fully alert to completely conked out just from future-Aster playing with his hair.

It– honestly, as weird as it is to admit to himself?

It was almost cute.

Of course, he’d come back to the present and that feeling was ruined by Daz asking if he saw them in the bedroom again. But for a brief moment, he almost felt a bit of fondness for that asshole.

The Swords and Shields have definitely noticed his bad mood. Thankfully, none of them are willing to pry into his life enough to say anything.

All of them respect him. Even if they joined under the banner of Lee, they ultimately answer to Aster.

Daz’s domain is the Welcome Wagon; Aster’s is the Swords and Shields. Those that want to seriously hone their skills aren’t coddled here– sure, they get guidance and shit.

But if they fuck around, Aster does not hesitate to let them find out.

He only belatedly notices that the gym has gone quiet. A feeling of dread rises up as he turns to look and–

Oh Prime fucking damnit, Daz is here.

His heart sinks as he realizes that instead of his usual outfit, Daz is in something far more suited to actually breaking a sweat.

No, no, no, this absolute fucking sociopath can’t possibly be–

“Aster!” Face lighting up like he’s excited to see him, Daz trots up and looks at him like an excited puppy.

He knows better. This is a viscous tiger who only looks harmless as a defense mechanism.

Daz beams at him and says, “I figured it was, like, kinda time for me to actually get training and stuff! I know I technically don’t have to, but I mean…”

There’s a little giggle. “I kinda do encourage new people to sign up, right? So like, it’s only reasonable to learn about it firsthand!”

The room is dead quiet. Not a single person here believes that Daz is actually capable of keeping up with them, but Aster knows better.

If he so choose, Daz could become the single strongest fighter on the server. He’s probably already better than most people in this room.

Aster would know. Daz is the reason he stopped trying to become Theo 2.0 and became something wholly himself.

That ‘fight’, if you could call it that, had been years ago. It’s still seared into his memory– still a reminder that Daz is very much a physical threat when he so chooses.

He realizes he’s been quiet for too long. “...I don’t know that that’s a good idea.”

Arguing is pointless, he knows. But he can’t not do that– not only does he desperately not want Daz to be here, but everyone knows he’s not exactly fond of the guy.

Meekly letting him join would be suspicious and, more importantly, humiliating.

Daz deflates. “But…I really want to get better. I know I’m not really good enough, but maybe if I can, like– actually be kinda okay, then I won’t have so many nightmares…”

Yep, this is about how he pictured it would go.

There was no possible way for him to wiggle out of having Daz here. As soon as this sociopath decided to expand his torment into Aster’s last safe haven, this was always how this would play out.

He sighs deeply. “...Fine. You’re gonna take the same test as everyone else, though. I’m not giving you special treatment.”

Once again Daz perks up. “Thank you! I don’t expect any special treatment or anything, I can totally handle it!”

That’s exactly what Aster is afraid of.

Fuuuck. He’ll have to fight against this bastard with a huge audience. They’re going to be curious what exactly his skill level is.

Pretty much his only hope is that Daz has played up how helpless he is. Surely he won’t…actually be serious about this, right?

But as they go to the main floor and he lays down the parameters of the test– five minutes of using whatever weapons the testee wants to try and hit Aster, followed by them trying to survive against his retaliation for as long as they can– he’s got a horrible feeling that Daz won’t play even remotely nice.

That feeling is confirmed when he clicks the timer and Daz lunges at him with clear intent.

It’s– horrifyingly, a hell of a lot better than most people present. Aster has to actually put some effort into dodging, though it’s thankfully way less of him getting his ass handed to him than the first time they has a match.

There’s an eerie, blank calm in Daz’s face as he gives no quarter. Not a single second to catch his breath and regroup; just an interminable onslaught that speaks all too clearly of having been heavily trained before.

And like he feared might happen, a memory is shown to him.

Daz, younger and with a look in his eyes that screams he’s hungry to be taught, listens intently to his mentor.

“You can’t just throw everything at your opponent without focus,” Dream tells him. Daz scoffs and retorts, “Worked against you, didn’t it?”

Dream rolls his eyes. “I was holding back a lot, and you know that. Not everyone will show you that same courtesy. If you try to use brute force, you’ll wear yourself out faster. No; the way to really win…is to use your head.”

And then Aster finds his legs being swept out from under him as Daz aims one of his daggers at his throat.

Thankfully, years of muscle memory and fighting against Theo make it easy enough to recover and dodge.

He feels the timer in his pocket go off, and feels a surge of relief. He’s the one who pushes the offense now, forcing Daz to play it more defensively.

But…Daz lasts a while. Hell, he even gets a few nicks in, taking full advantage of Aster’s closeness.

Eventually, though, Aster is still able to slam his axe into him and force him to respawn.

He’s actually breathing a little heavy, after that. Not a lot of people can actually get his blood pumping like that.

…Fuck, did he actually enjoy fighting that bastard?

As he’s trying to sort that feeling out, Daz appears in front of him again– probably having teleported back from his spawn. He smiles sheepishly at Aster and says, “I know I wasn’t really that good, but…was I at least okay?”

This goddamned asshole is going to act like he thinks that level of skill is nothing?

No, actually, it makes perfect sense. If he wants to reconcile his actual skill with his personality, this is probably one of the only paths he can take.

Aster squints at him. He knows he’s supposed to play along, but this still pisses him off. “You thought that was bad?”

“Yeah? Didn’t everyone here do way better? I only gave you some scratches, that’s nothing!”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and resists the urge to deck him. “Who told you that your current level isn’t any good?”

Daz’s face falls a little, and he fidgets with the hem of his shirt. “I mean, uhm…D– Dream did. ‘Cause, I needed to be protected…I was too weak. So I’m not any good, or I wouldn’t have needed protection…”

He’s shown another flash of the past. Daz, the agony of his enchantment searing him from the inside out, sobs as Dream strokes his hair and murmurs, “It’s okay. It’s for your own good. You’ll thank me someday.”

A shudder goes down his spine as he’s sent back to the present. He hates seeing shit about Daz and his former mentor, because he knows that’s some of the things Daz least wants him to see.

“Hasn’t he been proven as a liar by now? You’re fine.”

Daz tilts his head, brow creasing. “...Fine?” “You–” Aster sighs, and admits, “You’ve probably had the best assessment out of anyone. I don’t think you even need training, just confidence.”

He jerks his thumb at the assembled Swords and Shields, who are dead silent with shock that Daz is that good. “I literally don’t think anyone else here can even begin to keep up with you.”

There’s a few quick blinks, like this is news to Daz. “That…can’t be right. I’m not any good.”

“There is literally no reason for me to lie about that.” Aster turns to the group and calls, “Do any of you actually think you can beat him?”

Only a few hands raise, but none confidently. When Aster gives them a stern look, all of them slowly sink back down. Daz’s expression only becomes more confused. “That– what? Then…”

He turns to look at Aster, and there’s a gleam of something awful in his eyes. “Then does that mean the only person I’d really be able to like, spar with is you?”

And now, Aster sees the trap that was laid for him.

There is no actual way for him to escape this. Foisting him off on anyone else would just be unfair to them, and call into question his ability to be fair. He’d probably be accused of running like a coward, too.

Gritting his teeth, Aster concedes, “...Yes.”

Daz lights up with joy. “So, like– we can be sparring buddies?! I can be friends with you, finally?!”

“Fin– what?” “‘Cause, like, I always assumed you didn’t like me much ‘cause I’m bad at fighting! But if I’m actually really good, and we spend time together, we can be friends!”

There’s a moment of hesitation, and Daz stares at him with sudden hesitation. “We…can be friends, right? I’ve always really admired you, but I didn’t wanna bother you without a good reason…that’s why it, uhm, took so long to finally do this. I– I didn’t want to make you waste too much time…”

Now he’s not meeting Aster’s eyes. He rambles, “I, uhm, I told Raine a bit about– a bit about some of…some of my past. And he encouraged me to come here, said it’d be good for me…”

Not for a single second does Aster actually believe that.

“Since if I’m, like, actually strong, maybe I can– can stop being so scared from my nightmares.”

When Aster doesn’t respond, Daz’s face crumbles and he hangs his head. “I– I’m sorry, that was dumb of me. I– I shouldn’t have come here, this was a bad idea–”

It’s only when Daz starts to turn away, voice cracking as if he’s actually going to cry, that Aster unfreezes enough to grab his wrist.

“I’m not going to promise you friendship, but I’m not going to be an asshole either. You’re still a member of the group…and a good one, at that. You’re probably the root reason why nearly everyone in the Swords and Shields joined.”

Daz mumbles, “But you don’t like me.” “I–”

He sighs, hating that he has to play nice with this goddamned bastard like this. “It’s not because of you. You’ve got your trauma, I’ve got mine.”

Once again, he’s shown a vision.

Thank fucking Prime though, this time it’s the future.

Despite that, though, it seems like this might be the earliest time he’s seen so far. They’re in the Council HQ, with future-Daz openly glaring at him.

Future-Aster hums, “I know how you think. And I know that even if you are interested, you’ll ignore or repress it rather than act on it. That’s why the only way I can be sure that you truly don’t want it is to force your hand.” “That’s– you can’t just– just–!”

“I can, actually. Don’t you know me well enough by now to know that if I decide to do something, no force on heaven or earth can stop me?”

A soft chuckle escapes from future-Aster as he adds, “My next step is to start getting even more obvious with it. I’ll pull a dozen pages from your playbook, make it so that your refusal makes you into a massive asshole. I don’t even need to act all that much for it.”

Future-Daz seethes, “You can’t threaten me into dating you.” “Once again…I’m pretty sure I can, actually.”

…What?

So, wait– they get together, and get married…all of that is because he blackmails Daz?

But they seemed happy. Even in quiet moments that they’re alone, Future-Daz seems deeply in love with him. Surely that’s…not fake, right?

He’s left reeling as he’s sent back to the present.

How the actual hell is that–

Wait.

If Daz would never be willing to even try it without that big of a push…and assuming that he does actually end up happy…

Is it actually that awful?

Sure, it’s definitely not great, ethically. Aster would rather die than force him to do anything too crazy, too, but…

What if it’s just dating? Being, like– romantic and shit in public? Going on actual dates and that kind of thing.

…He kind of feels like a scumbag for even considering it. But he also can’t help but be faced with the fact that future-him clearly knows something. He spoke with absolute confidence that Daz would ignore any actual interest in favor of ignoring and repressing it.

And more than that, they seemed so damn happy together. Sure, it could be fake, but–

If that were the case, future-Daz was doing a flawless job of acting at all times. He was clingy and sweet, doing things that he clearly put a lot of meaning behind.

Shit– Aster has noticed that they both had obvious claims! A bracelet for him, a necklace/brooch thing for Daz.

Maybe….

Maybe this is what he’s supposed to do.

He sees a hand being waved in front of his face. “Uhm, Aster? Are you, like…okay? I didn’t trigger anything, right?”

He blinks and realizes he must have been in the present for a little while now. He reaches out and ruffles Daz’s hair, partly out of curiosity and partly as retaliation for all this bullshit.

“You’re fine,” he huffs, as the bastard squeaks. He seems at a loss of words for once, but Aster can’t help but notice…

He’s leaning into it a bit.

…Holy shit, is future-Daz so clingy because this Daz is touch starved?

As an experiment, he puts an arm over his shoulder in what he hopes seems friendly to everyone else, and steers him towards his office. “Let’s go figure out what days you’re actually able to come in. I know the Welcome Wagon takes up a lot of time…probably your admin training too, right?”

Daz nods, still seeming speechless and more than a little awkward as they make their way there.

[toxiion]

Aster in Starfall x is one of the few to be immune, each apocalyptic event taking under place has the Cardinals and the Lumen untouched with only a ritual.

Aster believes in a way that's hopeful yet misleading. If they can't find a cure, then they'll try to rehabilitate people lost consciousness to the plague, and if it's successful first. They might try getting information out of Victor and the other higher ups.

Team dimension was already in ruins when the plague took place, losing their important higher up. Victor. The one who built teleports, robots, and the inner map of the base and so on. Resulting for Dahlia to essentially break down, She was taken in by Victor when she was on the Lumiose city streets, but without any pity. Because in his eyes, she was nothing more than a pawn.

If you managed to see that post i accidentally posted yesterday, yeahhh I made Victor a special type of infected i had to😔😔😔😔😔😔

Ugly ass Frenchman

[thepiddypaws]

Clanmate list

🐉🔒 › Alex 🐉🐕 › Aster 🌊🪸 › Charlie 🌑🌌 › Darkkit 🌼🌟 › Dawnpaw 🖤��� › Echo 🎈🚀 › Fizz 🪵🌱 › Frecklefog 🌳❄️ › Frostwhisker 🪨⛰️ › Geo ⚡🔌 › Jolt 🔥💥 › Kai 🎨🌸 › Lindsey 🍄🌙 › Lumen 🌕🐺 › Luna 🌲🐺 › Lupus 🐾🔥 › Max 🌳🌧️ › Mudpaw 🤖🖥️ › Orbit 🌟🦁 › Palestar 🌸⭐ › Plumestar 🌳💧 › Ripplepool 🦁⚡ › Roarshock 🐦🌿 › Robinleaf 🌀🌈 › Scout 🌠🌟 › Sneezestar 🔥😺 › Sparkkit 🍁🦊 › Sycamorefur 🪵🕯️ › Timber ⛈️🔥 › Vuurpoot 🐾🐈 › Whisker 🦌🪵 › Willow

[aster-pkmn-irl-real]

Pinned Post! (07/31/2024)

Hey, it's Aster (he/him)! This blog used to be an RP blog for Aspen from @aspens-dragons but I'm converting it into a hub of sorts for that blog and the rest of my PKMN IRL blogs!

General things to know about my blogs!

I am a minor! NSFW is not allowed on any of my blogs.The occasional dick joke is fine, but keep it PG-13.

Sentient Pokemon, eeby deebys, slow eeby deebys, chosens, legendaries, etc. are all welcome to interact!

Unless explicitly stated in the pinned post, the following applies to all my blogs: Pelipper Mail is ON. Pelipper Malice, Musharna Mail/Malice, and Magic Anons are OFF.

In regards to @aspens-dragons: I've been feeling a little (more than a little) stuck with Aspen, and especially recently I haven't found him fun to RP. As a result, I've soft-rebooted him and his blog. Just figured it would be a good thing to share here!

Under the cut, I have descriptions of each of my PKMN IRL blogs!

i have a yugioh related blog that i am currently really excited about and also just generally really into yugioh rn so block #ygo if you dont wanna see those

@aspens-dragons Active -> #in-da-crater and #aspens-dragons

My very first Pokemon IRL OC! This OC has been just been soft reset (as of 06/05/24). Aspen is a junior at Uva academy in the STEM track with a secondary focus in Battle Studies.

@fruitbasket-gossip semi-active

A multimuse blog run by myself and three other mods! I play Mod Liechi (aka Ray), a student at BBA.

@stoked-sparksurfer Semi-Active -> #stoked-sparksurfer

A blog serving as Mod Liechi’s private alt/venting account. He goes by Lumen on this account.

@bb-quark-drive inactive -> #quark-drive

A blog following Ajax, an AU version of Aspen attending Blueberry Academy.

@photon-geyser inactive -> #photon-geyser , #moonraze maelstrom , #searing-sunraze

A slow eeby deeby blog following Irid, a character from ongoing playthrough of Pokemon Ultra Sun. This blog also frequently features Melanie and Kōnane, characters based off of Lillie and Hau. Warning for Body Horror.

@lacey-agate inactive -> #lacey-agate

A Lacey blog existing in the same universe as @fruitbasket-gossip! Not sure what else there is to say about it lol

@spirits-for-miles semi-active -> #spirits-for-miles

A blog for a character based off of an incomplete mono-ghost nuzlocke! Will discuss pokemon death, and also regular death.

@swimming-with-sharpedo semi-active -> #swimming-with-sharpedo

A blog for a PKMN irl version of Ryoga Kamishiro/Shark from YGO Zexal, not a faller, check pinned for more details.