#astral writes things

[the-astralalchemist]

guda's use of magic is the most puzzling thing to mages. because they aren't a mage. they're a spellcaster like kiritsugu. they don't live the mage lifestyle. magic is a tool. the unorthodox style was how shirou was taught, and how archer taught guda.

kadoc goes through a training simulation with guda. they get into a cornered by a demonic boar that guda lures away by tossing a bright gem that explodes upon impact. kadoc questions them because that was gem magic? "what do you mean a goddess gave you enchanted jewels? ...did you say she was in love with you?"

guda comes barreling into the common room, chasing after a blue and gold cat-thing. guda shouts in victory when they corner it and get their hands under its front arms. the front half of cat gets into guda's clutch but the legs stay on the ground - the middle of its body extending as if turned into a doughlike property. daybit puts his eyes back to his book, yes, that's normal.

runes. guda’s handiwork is still small but quick and offensively pack quite a punch. they are able to create so many by the time ophelia gawks at them because "you're supposed to meditate on the meanings behind the symbols!"

after a party, wodime offers to help guda clean up the kitchen. while they both get to work, guda starts singing something to his complete confusion and astonishment. "supercali...what? junior, what kind of spell was that?"

[lizdive]

based off of the leaks where it looks like sunday has the astral express ticket on his clothes — ii.

When SUNDAY boarded the express, he was not surprised at the… less than friendly welcome. The tenseness that would follow him to every room and cart that had another occupant was one that he knew would not leave him alone for a long time. Nobody really wanted to interact with him too much.

Nobody but Pom Pom — which was expected since they were the conductor — and you.

For some reason, you tended to him like you both had been friends since childhood who had just reunited. You bought him new clothes with your own credits, you forced helped him to decorate his bland room, you snuck into the archives when Dan Heng was on a mission and let him look at all the data and information he could dream of.

And overtime, SUNDAY found himself subconsciously keeping either you near him or him near you. Mostly the latter. Your presence was like reassurance humanized. Most of SUNDAY’s time was spent with you, and during those times he noticed how you picked up on his habits and mannerisms and knew what each little details about him meant.

He didn’t know if you had picked them up since Penacony or if you were just very perceptive and fast. But your knowledge on SUNDAY proves useful whenever it comes to missions or just mundane activities on the express.

If he’s struggling against conversation, if he’s trying not to stress over something he had placed and couldn’t find, if he doesn’t like the food but was trying to be polite.

"I’ll be fine, I’ll have Sunday with me," You would say whenever you would go off on a mission, effectively dragging SUNDAY with you. You initially thought he was annoyed by it, but the small smile that blooms on his face, so genuine and thankful that you pick him as your partner for the mission, always made you discard that thought.

The halovian likes to think that actions speak louder than words, so he will thank you by making sure you’re protected. He knows he’s not the strongest person on the express, but he also isn’t the weakest. He almost ascended, he’s more than capable of protecting you should the mission take a less-than-pleasant turn.

When it’s just a nice stop at a planet to explore and look around, SUNDAY acts like a bird who has just left it’s cage. If he drags you around during the little sight-seeing journey, please don’t be upset. He’s just so intrigued by how different every planet is from Penacony. He’s read of some, yes, but it’s very different when it’s in real life.

It’s still very new for him to introduce himself as a nameless, so sometimes he might pause mid-introduction to stop himself from saying the incorrect title. If you introduce him, he’d appreciate it. Just until he’s used to it.

[hedgehog-moss]

One mistake I made a lot when I started learning English was writing both the auxiliary and the main verb in past tense—as in, "Did the rain stopped?" My English teacher had to really drill this grammar point into my head, she was like "the point of 'did' here is to indicate past tense, there's no need for another time marker." Me, genuinely baffled: "Why not?" Teacher: "Think of the 'ed' in 'stopped' as having migrated to the beginning of the sentence and become 'did'. So it's no longer in 'stopped'." Well I was sad to see it go. I pointed out that in French you'd say "The rain (itself) has it stopped?" and 'the rain' feels welcome to stay even though the whole point of the pronoun 'it' should be to replace it in a quicker way. But it would be sad if the noun & its pronoun never got to hang out together so we keep both <3

My teacher had a British look on her face that made my middle-school self wonder if maybe she thought my language wasn't optimally designed, and then she said that in English it would feel clunky to give the same piece of grammatical information twice, and "if you use 'did' then the -ed in 'stopped' doesn't add anything." That just sounded offensive, I mean since when do letters need to add something to a sentence? isn't it enough that they adorn the end of words & frolic with the others in friendship. If it bothers you so much just don't pronounce them. Idk, "did the rain stopped" felt so right to me. In the end my teacher said that "The rain has it stopped?" with the redundant pronoun is the more formal French phrasing anyway, and I was like yeah true we'd rather say "is it that it (itself) has stopped to rain?" and I felt like this really proved my point and I think she felt the same way

[sonnyaavce]

Chapter 1

The team remained neutral as the sprite slowly floated down the flight of stairs, his form flickering in luminescence as it guides them to where his body is, but according to Robin it was just an ‘empty room’

‘Are we sure he isn’t taking us out in secret?’ commented Wally in the shared mind link, Artemis glared at him annoyed and whacked him hardly on the shoulder ‘stop being such a baby! He’s harmless enough!’

‘But how sure are we that he won’t harm us once he’s back on his body!’ fumbled the speedster towards the archer ‘there’s always a catch, no favor is free!’ 

‘I see your point Kidd but as Artemis and Zatanna says he’s a projection not a physical entity’ adds Megan as she floats  closer to Robin and Connor ‘But if what our mentors told us is true about this mission, then there’s a possibility that they unintentionally missed some important information’

‘what we know about this mission is that this was once a facility own by and organization called GIW, who were using some type of pure concentrated Lazarus water to power up some kind of weaponry's and clean energy plants; we also know that they moved theirs bases all around the globe by using some kind of portal, so that’s all the information that we have on paper but if what Megan says it’s true then..’ ponders Kaldur, his steps faltering a bit as he slows down.

Robin scoffed at this ‘I bet this is one of Batman usual test-‘ when a screech interrupted him; the group managed to catch themselves before running down the stairs.

“Why the fuck would you keep doing t-?!” growled Connor at the figure, before freezing in shock as the visage of the small kid started to glitch, in and out of focus. Like an old DVD player making interference. Arms going missing for a second before the legs and the head followed suit.

A silent scream muted in the child’s face, horror margin it was the last visage they managed to catch before the small child disappeared again. Shit.

TBC-

masterpost

[fatedroses]

Many things were used to describe the mad hermit of Amaurot: a drunkard, degenerate, cynical, and even monstrous by those who stirred trouble for the newly appointed Azem. But nothing could prepare Emet-Selch for what he would see for himself, when offered a chance to meet the Sun's Shadow.

[ultimate-blorbo-collector]

Alright, I've got a few ideas with a Genius reader. I've started to work on all of them, but it'll take forever if I don't pick one.

[astralhope]

@zexalmonth day 8:

F for Friendship

Yuma and Astral's relationship means everything to me.

I was immediately captured by them from the very start, from their rocky beginning, and watching their reluctantly partnership evolve into a bond that strong and deep is what makes Zexal so special to me.

They complement each other, both in terms of personality and duels, and they grew thanks to their bond, which got stronger after every obstacle and trouble that they overcame together.

Even if they were destined to be connected, being two parts of the same soul, they built their friendship from the ground, they learned to love the strengths and flaws of the other, and, from want to have nothing to do with the other, they become everything to each other.

Their bond has changed their lives, just as it has changed mine.

[ryllen]

"Bran is practically my brother's cat" - is what i would like to think

[blueisquitetired]

Tags from @reblog-subway-station:

#do they [the sentinels] mess with Ingo's plans? #i imagine they do because. he probably isn't a big fan of the Atlas either

The Sentinels (Ingo)

“Warning. Sentinel detected.”

Ingo flinched at the sudden voice of his exosuit, his hands threatening to drop his multitool in surprise. That wasn’t a message he hadn’t ever gotten before, although the alien dread and irritation suggested that before his memory loss he had. Getting a better grip on his multitool, Ingo turned to where his visor was directing him, coming face to face with-

A little red drone.

He tensed for one anxious wordless moment… before the drone tuned away with a wirr, floating a ways away to scan a nearby tree. That was…. anticlimactic. For all the hubbub involved, Ingo assumed that they would attack him or something. The warning was still ever present on the bottom of his visor screen and it didn’t look like it was going away anytime soon. But why? The drone wasn’t doing anything- just scanning random rocks and trees as it buzzed around.

….well whatever. Ingo shook his head and went back to mining. He had a brother waiting for him, and his ship was almost finished. Just a couple more materials and he-

A metallic shriek was the only warning Ingo got before a sleeve of bullets got fired into his back. He whirled around as his visor lit up with red, his suit’s shields wailing about the damage they had taken. The sentinel- because it had been the sentinel who attacked him- began charging up another volley. “Hey!” Ingo shouted in alarm as his shield took another round of bullets. “Violence is highly unnecessary! Words would suffice!”

Unfortunately, the sentinel didn’t seem interested in (or capable of) starting a conversation, and Ingo had to dodge another round of ammunition. Irritated (and a bit scared for his life) he turned his mining laser on the aggressive little droid- which did little more the singe it. Still, Ingo didn’t have much other options, so he kept at it, slowly racking up damage while doing his best to avoid as much fire as possible.

By the time he finally managed to take the thing down, his shield was critically damaged and flashing at him aggressively. “Serves you right.” He spat at the exploded shrapnel on the floor, its internal parts fractured and and broken, strewn wildly in all directions. The parts were strange though, hardly resembling the internal circuits of his own ship and looking more like jagged purple shards. ….shards that eerily resembled the message from his brother.

“Warning. Sentinel reinforcements approaching” Oh heck no. Investigation abandoned, Ingo hightailed it out of there, running up the nearby hill and praying he could get far enough away in time. In less than thirty seconds the area he had previously been in was swarming with little red drones, the little buggers having blinked into existence between one moment and the next. Ingo had no idea where they could have come from- but he wasn’t sticking around to find out.

[lale-txt]

us reblogging each other at the same time is a sign i think

i never believed in soulmates before but i do now

[worldcleansingdragon]

as a future dhil and his lc haver, how cooked are we chat

[starheirxero]

TODAY'S EPISODE IS SO EXCITING FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!

Love seeing Castor n Eclipse talk (especially about Lunar). Love getting new threads of astral body lore. Love seeing Eclipse lowkey admitting to not seeing himself as a person.

Tgese are all so insanely joyous 2 me I am absolutely THRILLED beyond belief rn ^_^

[rowanisawriter]

pov: you’re a cleric and you’re completely losing faith in your goddess after falling in love with her former lover and the religious guilt is tearing you apart but you still have to pay tribute to her and receive her favor to fuel your divine might

[fantomette22]

One shot : A Small Hair Ornament

[…] “I have something for you…” 

She titled her head in anticipation as he extends his right arm in front of him, his palm towards her. She reaches out to the invitation, putting her own hand above his, the back of it resting against his palm. He holds it softly.

He finally takes out his other hand from his pocket, holding tightly the famous object. Attempting not to shiver he puts it gently in her palm. It was a small golden ornament, a hair ornament. The metal feels warm in her hand.

After a moment he lets go of her hands as she observes it intensely, without a word. At first glance it looks quite ordinary, it was certainly not some highly precious jewellery, yet it harboured quite a few detailed floral motifs. It was made with great care and with a particular attention. 

“This is a gift, for you. I wish it will bring you comfort and peace. That, when you’ll look at your reflection you won’t think ill of yourself anymore. That you will see yourself how I… how everyone sees you. As the most incredible and kind-hearted lady that you are.”

The gold ornament would indeed stand greatly against her pale hair, they had almost all turned grey by now. Even if she tried to hide it, her light blonde hair changing into a complete white and colourless mane weight on her mind. She was unsure what to think of it or feel, but she sure noticed how others looked at her strangely.

Still looking at the accessory she asked him a question. “Did you… make this yourself ?” 

That present meant a lot to him, he wanted to keep it for a special occasion but himself was not feeling particularly well in those troubled times. He didn’t intend on telling her obliviously, it wasn’t the time to worried her even more. Besides, he wasn’t sure how everything would evolve in Yharnam. In these conditions it would be better simply give it to her as a mere gift. If that could soothe her pain, it would be more than enough. It’s all that mattered.

“Yes… I made it. I know it’s not much, but you always said you wanted one, right ? I intended to offer you this in other circumstances, but you weren’t feeling well these times, so I thought-” 

He stops abruptly, was she… crying ? “I deeply apologize you can just throw it away if want, you don’t have to accept it ! It was fool of me, I’m sorry-”

“No, it’s perfect ! I’m truly happy and very touch… It’s the best gift I could ever receive. Thank you dearly Gehrman !” She was holding the ornament close to her smiling and removing her silvery tears. Even if it was only for a short time, the simple small ornament was enough to lift all her worries at this very moment.

He returned the smile. “You’re more than welcome, Maria.”

A small, very ordinary hair ornament.

Although it has been lost for quite some time, one can still see signs of the care with which this tasteful ornament was once kept.

Its color would stand most brilliantly against a head of greyish hair.

[kindred-spirit-93]

I imagine the story that follows Hera during her self care retreat away from Olympus takes place within the modern day.

The main conflict are - Hera figuring her shit out, Zeus looking for his wife, Athena freaking out about the sudden spike and rise of monsters... Which isn't a lot now that I really think about it lol. I have an idea for a "plot" some scraps and blobs but I've realised when developing a project on my own it feels like an echo chamber of my own thoughts with ideas and tropes that are all from my little box of limited ideas and experiences.

I feel like a lot of retellings are also just repeating the same thing over and over, and Im scared that I'll make a story that'll drown within all of em. Which is why I'm going with more niche traditions and regional variations of the myths.

But I really suck at making a nice long fully thought out plot especially when it focuses on multiple storylines happening at once.

ASTRAL TRAIN MY BELOVED!! rotating hera in my mind like a rotisserie chicken omg >_<

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i hear ya. well my friend theres a first time for everything, and as with everything in life theres much to be done and learned down the road, especially through trial and error. worry not ill bring snacks and well figure it out lol ^-^

WHOOP!!!!!! i havent read much to be honest but it seems to me retellings and stuff tend to use figures from the mythos as vessels for tropes (since theyre typically established already) to appease the masses, instead of fleshing them out and giving them conflicts and stuff, which is fine whatever, but astral train has so much potential it literally deserves to shine through

so yes having nicher (?) and more diverse material to work with is really brilliant i liek it and youre doing insanely well! curating myths and sources cant be an easy task much less weave them together :D

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hera doodle (attempt!)

dont focus on the anatomy too hard please and thank u

reference (also i got tired shoosh)

credits to sara faber on x :)

[toestalucia]

i miss her (main story)