#asterism

[valentine-cafe]

I have a request for egg tarts jìngyí 1311! (Egg tarts💛)

He's intimidating and cold, so I can't help but imagine a male reader who crossdresses and likes to wear skirts, trying to give him hints or draw his eyes; sitting in a place within jingyí's field of vision as reader oh so casually lifts the side of his (already short) skirt a bit for him . . . . .... .

˖⁺. “ attention-whore ! ” : 

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. . . verse 1311 jìngyí x male reader !! 🍒 : ﹙ mechanist ˖ naga  ˖ villain character ﹚

you keep trying to snatch the attention of a certain mechanist. while he's hard at work one day - you step into workshop with a short skirt and devious intentions. needless to say, he's tired of keepin his hands off of you 

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A grunt fills the workshop. Suddenly the cool counter that you are seated on pales in comparison to the pair of white eyes that find yours.

“欠扁.” ( infuriating )

Your brows perch. Head cocking to the side as a small, sweet smile slither to your lips. “Hmm? Everything ‘lright Jìngyí?” You lean your weight back onto your arms that support you from behind. Body cruxed in the perfect angle as your hand pretends as though it is merely fixing your short black skirt.

Tanned hands grip along the undercarriage of the vehicle he worked tirelessly on. The muscles on his arm flexing as he fully pushes himself from beneath the slew of mechanics he had tirelessly been picking apart at for the better part of an hour.

It is a job he could have finished in less. If it weren’t for your pretty self that trotted into the workshop. Batting your lashes at him and asking with that oh so sweet voice if you could - keep him some company since you are sooo bored.

Those white eyes pair with narrowed brows that carry a few drops of sweat. He swipes it off with the back of his knuckles after snatching his cloth and cleaning off his hands. A task he completes with some water once he pushes himself to his feet and rounds over to his sink.

“You are a fucking distraction.”

The mechanist appears before you in a matter of seconds. Those large hands that had worked skillfully with tools and gears now firmly planted on your thighs. His towering height making use of your leaning figure by dipping down to loom his shadow over you.

Reapers should be cold. A reaper snake hybrid should be frozen. And yet his hands are warm from work. Callous. As they slowly trail along the soft skin of your thighs. Slither under your skirt and graze his fingers along flesh that makes you gasp.

Your gaze finds his in haste. Startled by his immediate response and how good his rough palms feel under your skirt. “J-Jìngyí -”

“Hmm?”

Slitted pupils swarm your vision as his head swoops closer. His face with a thin sheen of sweat invading your personal space as he makes himself comfortable between your legs. A rough grip yanking your thighs to hook over his hips. Flush into his black overalls and bend you further. Hike your skirt up more.

What does it matter anyway? Didn’t you -

“Didn’t you want to show off?”

His pelvis weighs down onto yours. You take your teeth between your lips and suck in a breath. Of course this is the reaction you were looking for. It’s the one you’ve spun in you dreams time and time again. To be grabbed, manhandled - pushed and pulled as though you are a pesky invention unable to work well for him.

Cold lips ghost your ear. His large hands splay around your thighs and the curves of your hips. Squeezing. Groping. Feeling the skin that has been distracting him since you pranced on into his workshop and sat upon his countertop. Fucking distracting him from his work.

“Always showing me what is under this skirt. Always playing coy.” Pressure cups around your crotch. The heel of his palm grinds along the underside of your clothed dick and rips a gasp from your lungs. To think that such a cold, dry man could be so. . . forward. “Wanted my attention. Did you not?”

His sneer presses close to your face. Jaw tight. A practical hiss through fangs as his messy hair casts a shadow over his sharp gaze. One that makes your tummy twist. As though the feel of his hand roughly palming along your crotch is not enough.

“Well you got it now.”

A small, cold laugh leaves his lips. One of his hands bury into the back of your hair after promptly shoving you lower. So that the small of your back kisses the counter. So that his free hand shoves your underwear down to your knees - not before spanking the waistband on your thigh for good measure. All so that he can wrap his grip around your pulsing cock and jerk you off beneath that pretty skirt that you love so much.

All the while you are forced to look at him. Even when your eyes flutter. Your chest rises and falls with quickened breaths. Heat spreading over your face as your hips give small, needy bucks into his hand. The rough skin of his palm grazes just right over your sensitive flesh. To add onto the overwhelming feeling - his lips are on your neck in a matter of seconds. Flaring your insides despite the cold, open-mouthed touches.

“J-Jìng - hh. . . yí hah -”

Your whimper meets a rough tug your hair. He scoops your precum up with his thumb and swirls it around your tip. Slowly stroking and massaging along the slit before quickly, mercilessly circling his digit around the head. All while you try to tilt your head back despite his grip. Try to buck your hips faster. Squirm in his strong hold as you quickly take all of his focus rather than that damned car.

The twists in your tummy are your only warnings. Your fingers shoot out to curl into his dark vest. Squeeze at his arms as your lips part in pleasure. Your body convulses. Tenses. And you squirt all over his hand that squeezes so skillfully along your base. Thumb nursing an under-vein that eases a sob from your lips and another spurt of cum.

“Well would you look at that?” Jìngyí’s deep chuckle caresses your hair. Followed by a slew of rough kisses along your jaw, to the underside of it. “Needy little thing. I’ve barely touched you and here you are. Squirting all over the place.”

He tuts and shakes his head slowly. Flips your skirt off to watch the slick trickling down your poor, pulsing dick. Collect your cum along two of his fingers and aim a wad of spit for good measure. So that they might press between your legs further and circle along your rim instead.

“Jì. . . ìngyí wait -” you hiccup. Head flicked back when his digits start easing in. Your hips roll up in tandem. Chasing after his knuckles that continuously withdraw. Skillfully. Teasingly. In a fluid motion that drives you wild with the way he strokes the pads of his fingers along your gummy walls. “W-Want y. . . w-want yr’cock - p-please. please I-I want your cock instead -”

Your pants hiccup into moans the more his fingers move. Inching the long lengths deeper - just as you craved. Your thighs tremble and clamp - if only to receive a harsh spank from his free hand. Before he grabs at your left thigh and shoves it down to the table. Holding you in place as his fingers begin fucking your poor hole sore.

“Awww what? What’s that baby?” His fingers massage up against your sweetspot. A cruel grin meets your arching and soft crying. “Want my cock? Oh poor thing.”

The deepness of his voice only adds a vibration to the croon right above you. His fingers pump faster. Putting your own and any toy you’ve tried to shame ten times and over. He steers you back into them. Fucking you knuckled-deep and spilling drool from your lips with his mere digits.

“Cute to think you deserve it. Precious even. Just be happy with my fingers, fucking whore.”

Cold lips find yours in a messy kiss. His elongated tongue making itself comfortable past your lips. Down your throat as his hand aided your head in forcing it back. Taking his rough, messy kisses as his fingers rapidly pistoned below. A third adding to the mix soon enough.

“Come around here - hah -” another kiss. Heated pants. “Wearing all those pretty skirts. Showing off. Begging for it.” He grips your jaw. Squeezes.

“Better luck next time, pretty boy.”

You aren’t sure how long his fingers worked your hole. He’d keep alternating between your tight rim and your weeping dick. Making you squirm on the table. Kissing away you desperate pleas and cries for him to just fuck you.

Instead all you get is orgasm after orgasm. Until you were laid bare and whining on whatever motion of his hand had you squirming. Whining.

And when his fingers finally withdraw from your tight heat - what does he do?

Wipe the strings of click off on your inner thigh. Fix your skirt, grip at your jaw and press a rough kiss to the corner of your lips —

“Now run along. I have work.”

He leaves you there. A mess. Drooling on his counter. Throbbing for his cock.

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[marciaillust]

Asterism book cover

[dozydawn]

Star moonstone from Burma, 4.57 carats.

The bottom half of the moonstone shows three rays of the star and a golden adularescence, while the upper half exhibits some of the blue sheen and traces of the star formation.

[babybutchianthe]

john wears baby bones because he, progressive emperor, wants to show that dying honourably in battle and being posthumously valorised is possible in the nine houses even if you haven't got milk teeth yet. his detractors will call this an endorsement of child soldiers, to which i ask why you think of them as children before you do soldiers, hm?

[claypigeonpottery]

sold

a commissioned hyena

I enjoy taking commissions. I really enjoy doing research and learning new things and trying new things, and I find its easier to branch out if someone gives me a starting point. one of the suggestions I was given for this dude was to try making spots into constellations. this immediately led me to try and find a hyena constellation, which was fun, and led me down a few different rabbit holes.

but it also forced me to think about how I could make it clearly a constellation while still having it look like a natural part of the fur, and I'm happy with where I landed on that. it still looks like fur, it still looks like the rest of his spots, but the inner colour and the little lines of black fur make it fairly obviously a constellation (technically an asterism lol) too

[quiltofstars]

Brocchi's Cluster, also known as the Coathanger // Harald Becher

This is not a true star cluster, but instead an asterism. These stars are unrelated to each other and are at different distances, ranging from about 200 to 2000 light years away.

[boy-warbler]

Asters

[pendragonsgallery]

I am so incredibly happy to say that chapter 16 of Asterism is out now (thanks for your patience)

[alicedrawslesmis]

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[simple-persica]

Saw this meme taking over Twitter and I thought it was a great way to introduce some new characters I'm working on

[webdec]

asterism

[valentine-cafe]

Lisse, the blood thirsty countess

[Afab reader]

With the prompt "please don't be afraid of me" pretty please!?!?:D

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˖⁺. ﹙ vampire countess  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . run, run !! 🍒 :  vampire countess character﹙ vamp au lisse. ﹚

you run into the infamous queen carmine - and yet she's begging you not to be afraid of hr 

she stood there, about 6 to 7 feet or so away from you. bloodied, and covered in the guts of your companions. you were just a merchant, travelling through kingdoms to get to the other and sell your goods. but none could have prepared you for the hurricane that had slowed your path.

it had been days you had been out. and you were starving.

but there was another creature of the night stalking from whence you came. a vampire, with more hunger than you could have ever imagined.

she had come to your camp in the middle of the night, while all of you were dead asleep.

in her mind, she told herself all of you would have starved to death anyways. after so many days of wear and tear. . . no food, no shelter. . . she felt bad for you — it would be impossible to get to the kingdom you were headed for at this pace.

and yet, she watched as you opened your eyes, after tearing through your companions and making it quick and as painless as possible while drinking them dry.

the light footsteps that neared had woken you, along with the sound of slurping.

you were no stranger to vampires, but you were no hunter. all you had ever been taught was to let them handle it, and they had been gone way before midnight had dawned.

of course the vampire would have taken them out first. ..

“no—” she gasps and stumbles back, teeth gritting in panic. while you sit up and sluggishly attempt to crawl away in your own half-awake state of fear.

“please don’t-” you beg of her.

“no, nono, don’t be scared of me— please don’t be scared of me.” her hands would wave frantically as she’d come closer to you. the moonlight illuminating the ethereal and almost phantasmagoric beauty of her, you’d never seen anyone as beautiful as her before. and yet, you felt compelled to keep moving away as she neared.

a natural instinct, of course. your friends had all been slaughtered.

“you will kill me- you killed them!” the scream sets her off in an even worse panic, and her hand claps down against your mouth, while she looks you deep in the eyes.

“i don’t do it because i like it!!!” she screams at you, before blinking a bit. taking in deep breaths while slumping.

“please don’t be scared of me. i can help you.”

[marciaillust]

Asterism book cameeeeeee <3

Since Orion is a journalist in this AU there are a few instances where his newspaper articles and blog posts are shown, and my friend and I loving formatted all the sections to imitate websites and whatnot down to sharing buttons and comment sections. Def one of the most hilarious parts of the book imo, I love them sm. Thank you best friend [Name Redacted] for writing this book for me, I love it sooooo much! You *get* Orion like noone else ;w;

[dozydawn]

[babybutchianthe]

if you argue a series is not overtly political aside from subtext in the same post that you refer to it being an intimate exploration of existing as a badly uncomfortable and isolated person then i hate to break it to you but being a badly uncomfortable and isolated person has innumerable political dimensions, and if you then go on to call it a love letter especially to deeply fucked up lesbians, who are largely deeply fucked up due to aforementioned political dimensions, then i again hate to break it to you but perhaps there are textual & narrative themes that specifically resonate with deeply fucked up lesbians because they touch on the kinds of things that lead to lesbians being fucked up. we're seemingly at the point where the people loudly protesting against others writing analysis that they don't agree with simply because it doesn't mesh with their textual interpretation and/or political ideology are straight up trying to argue alienation & specifically queer alienation is an apolitical and transhistorical phenomena that is not contingent upon material conditions, which is not a good look!

oh and if an author—let alone an author from the colonially-occupied aotearoa!—wrote an empire with the intention of creating an apolitical narrative then that's significantly worse than the alternative, you get that right? you're presenting the scenario in which colonial apologia by a settler is better than writing an allegorical critique of colonialism

[claypigeonpottery]

I had a lot of creative freedom with this commission, but one of the suggestions was making spots into a constellation

I fell down a constellation rabbit hole and ended up using an asterism called Mother Camels, in which four camels protect a calf from two hyenas

(and here’s his dick lol)