#astra’s asks

[theicarusconstellation]

astra!! what fics have your fav characterizations of regulus?

OOO great question!

(let me preface this by saying that my characterization might not be everybody’s, and that’s okay. my characterization is “the one” in my head, but that doesn’t mean it has to be everyone else’s “one,” and neither i nor the fics/authors i mention below are “better” in any way, shape, or form than anyone else. everyone in this fandom writes amazing works, and i’m sure there are so many wonderful fics with phenomenal regulus characterization that i haven’t read yet)

i’m gonna sound like a cunt here, but my own fics take first place for me💀i write for myself, so i write the regulus i perceive, yk? but here’s (some of) my reggieverse of madness:

@imdamagecontrol’s regulus is amazing in every fic they write, i.e. in paint it black, which to me really shows not only his “duality” but everything in between (and he’s got the cutest little nose freckles), and i’m really really excited to read more of their regulus study, all these terrible things

user georgia_sk on ao3 (i’m sorry if she has tumblr! i looked for it to try and tag her but couldn’t find it) wrote an amazing fic called whatever happened to the young, young lovers? that really encapsulates regulus for me as well

edge by @pinkpalaceapartmcnts is another one i’m obsessed with

when you were mine by @sequinhaze — their regulus has me giggling kicking my legs kissing the ground he walks upon

sugar high by user ivycore on ao3 (again, couldn’t find their tumblr, so if they have one, i’m sorry!) really explores the toll regulus’ upbringing took on him (+ it’s age gap jegulus with sex worker regulus!!)

devotion by @woobyo has a fucking amazing dark regulus characterization

of his bones by @sophsicle is incredible in how it portrays not only the “purist” mentality he’s fallen victim to + how he deconstructs that, but also the burden on regulus’ shoulders that he learns to take on and grow into

i could go on forever and ever and ever, but these are just the ones off the top of my head that i adore.

[httyd-art-requests]

here's an ask to post whatever you want, even something that's not related to what you normally post :3

I've been holding onto this ask and witing for the right moment

Do you guys wanna guess which recently revived fandom has been consuming my life lately?

You can't tell me this wouldn't be the perfect crossover

[hellsitegenetics]

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[officialclangen]

I got the longest loner name I've ever seen in Clangen. ever. like look at this:

like what??

you. you are weird. who named you this

the game can't even load their name properly in the bio cuz it's so dang long

anyways props to whoever coded this name into the game, you're really going wild with the Loner Names™

Loner/Kittypet names are where the coders have a bit of goofy fun LOL Off the top of my head, other notable long and hilarious ones are First Generation Ipod and Molly Murder Mittens ~Astra

[ramadebuzunar]

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[cahootings]

Aurora Borealis from southern Wisconsin, May 10, 2024. Photos by me!

The colors of the aurora are caused by the atoms in Earth's atmosphere getting excited by the sun's charged particles slamming into them. Green tends to be the most common, showing excited oxygen particles 60-150 miles in altitude. It's also the easiest for our human eyes to detect. Red occurs higher up, above 150 miles, and because there's less oxygen, it takes a stronger stream to show up. Purple is also uncommon, and comes from excited nitrogen atoms below 60 miles. The fact that this display was so colorful was due to its immense strength from the five(!) coronal mass ejections that were belched out in our direction on Friday. The sun might yet serve up some more action as it's still in the peak of its 11-year cycle.

We were so lucky to get to observe such a rare event but also holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit

[astra-galaxie]

Hear me out:

Criminal Case: Supernatural Investigation x Fnaf 😂

Bold of you to assume I haven't already considered ideas for my version of season 7 that are inspired by FNAF!😉

And Bendy and The Ink Machine... And Poppy Playtime... And Indigo Park... And every other indie horror game I've ever been obsessed with...

I would have LOVED for there to have been a case set in an abandoned amusement park or pizza place (or another mascot-themed establishment). I am OBSESSED with mascot horror games like these, and I wish CC had done a case inspired by this genre!

Which means I'll have to take matters into my own hands!😉

But I am hearing you loud and clear on this idea! It would be interesting to see the hunters trying to solve a murder in Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria (or CC equivalent) while dealing with the possessed animatronics trying to kill them! And in the AI, they could find a way to free the souls from their prisons!

It would be so cool to see an artist or writer's take on this idea! Or another indie horror mascot game! Honestly, crossover ideas for CC are endless!

[equippedtolove]

in all my dreams before my helpless sight ?

dulce et decorum est

bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

till on the haunting flares we turned our backs

and towards our distant rest began to trudge.

men marched asleep. many had lost their boots

but limped on, blood-shod. all went lame; all blind;

drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

of tired, outstripped five-nines that dropped behind.

gas! gas! quick, boys! - an ecstasy of fumbling,

fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;

but someone still was yelling out and stumbling

and flound’ring like a man in fire or lime…

dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,

as under a green sea, i saw him drowning.

in all my dreams, before my helpless sight,

he plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

if in some smothering dreams you too could pace

behind the wagon that we flung him in,

and watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

his hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

if you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

my friend, you would not tell with such high zest

to children ardent for some desperate glory,

the old lie: dulce et decorum est

pro patria mori.

thank you, raven! its my favourite poem ever!

[tearsofastraeax]

Imagine, you moving into an apartment right across from Simon. Right? He introduces himself. You make him cookies, and just overall become friends.

After a few months, you two become close. And you bake him sweets whenever you can for his deployments. And he brings them with him. To show off your amazing baking skills.

And then he buys you a dress. Tells you to try in on. And you do. You come out and he's just like "You're beautiful. Like a Goddess..." and you're just flustered. And after a while of you making conversation, he kisses you

aaaaaaah Simon munching down on your baked goodies and all the boys being jealous of him the first time they get to try some too 🥹

… no because the first time Simon brings along your baked sweets the boys just give him a weird look; trying to figure out for the life of them how he acquired those and if he murdered a sweet old lady to steel her sweets. the next time he brings them along the questioning starts. 

“she’s JUST my neighbor… and her baking’s pretty tasty” his excuses become worse and worse each time, especially how he tries to talk himself out of sharing any of your sweet gifts with them, they’re meant for him after all, but eventually he caves and from then on out the guys bug him about meeting the woman with the magic hands. 

till one day they actually do get to meet the baker behind the goodies, the reason for Simon’s gentle mood and hidden smiles. you’re so smitten with him, it’s hard to miss. Soap gives Simon a loopy grin, telling you to keep baking because he got way nicer since he eats more treats. Gaz seconds that and holds up two thumbs up behind your back for Simon to see. Price pats Simon on the back, “looking forward to her sticking around, she’s good for you” 

that evening Simon asks you to stay over, this time it’s his turn to treat you. he goes all out, cooking you a delicious meal, and seeing him there in the kitchen, your heart warms up so much, what a sight to behold, that giant man with a heart of gold, that you were allowed to call all yours now. 

such a sweet idea, feeding simon is such a deep rooted need i can't uuuugh 💖 and plssssss him calling you a goddess???????????? i'm deceased 🫠

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[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Imperial character with the most sanctioned porn made depicting them?

Ciaphas Cain. Runner up is Lord Solar Macharius, who commands to this day the highest budget for a pornographic film ever produced. Specifically, the 5 hour epic porn mockumentary (cockumentary) Milkiest Way: The Macharian Conquests Uncensored. It cost 15,000,000,000 thrones to make and is the only piece of Imperial pornography that is considered required educational viewing on certain planets.

[desertduality]

Hiii :3 rewatching some Scarland videos. Gave me an Ad Astra question..

You said Impulse was still taking care of Scarland in Scar's absence, so for absolutely Noooo reason at all... Do Scar's morning/nighttime announcements still work? How do the Hermits and Lifers and all feel about it? :P If this isn't too weird a question to ask thank you for your work you're amazing :3

OH THAT HURTS I hadn’t even thought about that. I imagine that by the time everyone got back from the game (except scar lol), the morning/evening announcements had stopped working — but Impulse fixes it at some point. He wants everything to be perfect for when Scar gets back. He’s heartbreakingly careful with the discs that have the recordings on them, and has a nice healthy cry when he hears Scar’s voice on the speakers again. Jellie wanders around looking for him for a while before she understands it’s not really him.

I’d say quite a few of the hermits/lifers visit at least once, even if they just stand on the outskirts and listen. Some of them hate it, it’s like hearing a ghost, but some of them find a painful sort of comfort in it. They used to complain, before, about how loud and how often the recording played. Now they’re afraid it’s all they’ll have left.

[theicarusconstellation]

61 jegulus 😊😊😊😊

you and @ecstarry requested this one so here’s this for both of you😈😈

prompt: 61). “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.” // jegulus // sfw // words: 944

Regulus studies the wedding rings on the ring bearer’s pillow in his dressing room with loathing. His stiff, old-fashioned dress robes make him fidget, wanting to crawl out of his own skin the closer he gets to the ceremony.

The ceremony. The event that will ruin his life and chain him to a woman he has no room in his heart to love.

Not that there is anything wrong with Cereus Greengrass; she just…

Isn’t him, a small, despicable voice in his head whispers. She isn’t the one who has seen his scars. She isn’t the one who broke down his brainwashed mentality and helped him see that his former truths were bigotry and hatred.

She isn’t the one who begged him not to go when he announced his engagement.

Regulus had been betrothed since birth to Adelaide Rosier, but that all fell through once Sirius ran away, plummeting the Black family’s status down to the bottom of the totem pole. For a brief while — two glorious years — he allowed himself to believe that he would be able to marry someone of his own choosing. This hope only grew stronger once he fell in love with him.

Beautiful brown skin and golden wire-rimmed glasses. Forested eyes and warm muscles that flexed and relaxed on the Quidditch pitch (and in the soft retreat of the Come-and-Go Room). A secret just for Regulus, one he could hold close to his heart until the time came to reveal it to the world.

Then, Lucius properly introduced Walburga and Orion to the Greengrass family. As it turned out, their eldest daughter was in need of a husband, and Regulus fit the bill down to the letter.

He could see no way out. Voldemort himself believed that it was something that had to be done. Regulus had no choice.

Or so he tells himself.

Yet sitting at his dressing room vanity, listening to the orchestra play the tune of noon, he cannot help but wonder what would have happened if he went with James. If he had accepted that extended hand and trusted that whatever plan his boyfriend had concocted on the spot would be successful. Would it be their wedding happening at this venue today instead?

No, he cannot dwell on the past. James has gone away, and Regulus himself is at fault for that.

He hasn’t had any lovers since you left him, that voice whispers again.

“Shut up,” Regulus hisses aloud through gritted teeth.

“Well, damn, Reg. I just got here, and you’re already sending me away.”

That voice. He knows that voice. He’s dreamt of that voice.

His back stiffens, and he uses all his courage to drag his eyes up from the vanity counter and to the mirror, where he sees behind him —

“Jamie?”

The nickname slips out like a desperate plea, begging to be heard after eons of disuse.

“Surprise.” The boy in the mirror grins weakly, though his voice cracks and trembles.

“You can’t be here.” Please don’t leave.

“I had to try. I won’t stop trying until both of us are dead. I had to take a few months to plan after you told me about…this, but I’m here now, and Regulus —“ James walks closer to him, and Regulus’ legs lift him up against his will, pulling him toward old familiar comforts.

James’ hands find his face — he’s in an old Gryffindor sweatshirt and jeans, but Regulus couldn’t care less — and he says with no hesitation,

“I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married. Sirius is in a Muggle car out front waiting for us to come out. We’ll go away, far away, to your uncle Alphard’s place; he’s already agreed. If anyone tries to stop us, I’ve gotten Crouch and Rosier on board to cause a diversion. Regulus, please, I —“ His voice catches, and Regulus feels his entire world change in the span of a second.

Could he do it? Could he leave behind everything, the altar, the rings, the loveless marriage, his parents? But what about the dangers? What about Voldemort? If he goes with James, will the Dark Lord find them? And Sirius — they haven’t spoken in years. Is he really outside, willing and eager to help him escape?

“We all want you back. We need you back. I love you so much, Regulus,” James insists. Regulus’ cheeks heat up between his palms.

I can’t.

“Okay.”

What?

“What? You — you mean it?”

“Okay. I mean it. Take me. Now. Before…”

Before I change my mind. Before the ceremony starts and the music plays and the rings are slipped on and my life stops and my prison begins.

“Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you —“ James half-sobs, cutting himself off by pulling Regulus’ face toward his and crashing their mouths together in the first kiss Regulus has had in a long, long time.

They spend no more moments on words after that. James grabs his hand, and they both hurry out the window, which is apparently what James used to enter the room. How he got in without Regulus noticing is a mystery neither of them will ever solve.

James hasn’t stopped murmuring “thank you”s, doesn’t stop even after they’re hours down the road, headed for a countryside where love grows and happiness shines down in the form of sun rays.

Regulus doesn’t mind, he curls up in the arms of the one he loves and listens to the soft rumblings within James’ chest as he speaks, the vibrations lulling him into his first true moment of relaxation since that night in the Come-and-Go Room so many months ago.

[httyd-art-requests]

Hihihi I NEED more httyd x gf crossover it's everything to me rn <3 <3 Can I ask what kind of wacky hijinks led Hiccup and Toothless to Gravity Falls??

WAAA I'm so glad you're enjoying the crossover! <33

Hiccup actually isn't present in this crossover 👀 not for the story part at least...

Speaking of which!

This is post-Hidden World Toothless, meaning he and Hiccup have already been separated for some time and he can fly on his own thanks to the mechanical tail. Toothless, in an effort to escape some sort of threat while flying, attempts to camouflage and the buildup of energy timed with a plasma blast ends up punching another hole through space-time similar to Ford's portal. He flies through, crashes in the woods of Gravity Falls, and ends up getting stumbled upon by two very excitable kids...

I want to use third movie-Toothless specifically so he can have some fatherly instincts on top of his already protective nature, so he becomes attached to the twins very quickly and tries his best to keep them safe. Ford and Dipper eventually figure out that Toothless doesn't belong in their dimension and help him get back home, but in the meantime... shenanigans ensue <3

[hellsitegenetics]

vertebrates are nothing. this planet is dominated by water which is filled with plankton, algae, countless swarms of critters with a few miserable fish. the reefs are built of cnidarians, sponges, algae; crustaceans and gastropods outnumber chordates a zillion to one. even on land, beetles, flies, hymenopterans reign among the life visible to the naked eye; dwarfing them are the plants, and the fungi, and the microbes which live on and in everything. you will never get a vertebrate in a million years.

unless you're fucking Margaret Thatcher apparently.

I would love a geometrid moth, but I'll take anything without *shudders* bones

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[officialclangen]

I had this cat, clover paw. I really wanted her warrior name to be cloverpatch and planned to change it when it auto generated, lo and behold she generates with the patch suffix. Score!

Awh, Cloverpatch sounds very precious! It's always great when your headcannoned warrior name for a cat just so happens to be what the game chose LOL ~Astra

[illarian-rambling]

Modern au Astra/Mashal 👀

She's explaining cars to him and he's pretending (poorly) to understand

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