#constellation conversation

[altairtalisman]

Someone wanted to make their own sixtended universe but can’t find the original creator to ask to permission.

Again, I'm not the one who pioneered the concept of Sixtended Verse. I'm just the one doing the organisation because to repeat, it was previously messy as hell and we ended up having two Holbeins in the same AU then

Try asking @djts-arts and/or @spooner7308, I believe they were the pioneers of the concept but honestly if you ask me, I personally don't think anyone at this point would object

[constellationxcollection]

We want to talk about our system so we are using this as an opportunity, hope that's alright!

All of us in the system have wildly different genders, orientations, hell even neurodivergency's due to how our brain works with that. We are completely separate people, despite sharing memories and a body, we are all very firm that we are simply a collection of people sharing a body.

When I (Vega) date someone, it is just me dating them. Johnny isn't dating them, Habit isn't dating them, John isn't dating them. It's just me. They can have opinions on the relationship, they can help me work through arguments, they can even just be like "dump them" as a suggestion if they rly think the relationship is unhealthy. But in the end it is MY relationship and not theirs, and they don't want it to be anyways.

We do not have a collective gender (maybe agender if we thought about it????) and we definitely don't have a collective sexuality. So we don't have a label for it. It is very much a case by case basis. The best we got are collective pronouns which are they/them but even then if a specific headmate is out their pronouns are whatever their preference is.

Idk, I think sometimes it's good to remember that some of us collectives do have very unique perspectives person to person.

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[incorrectfatui]

Collei: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this?  Scaramouche: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

[cloud-somersault]

idk man, the epilogue is like this really deep...exploration of interpersonal connections and wants and desires interlaced with the complexity of circumstance and consequence and regret and guilt. and I started it as a like "haha, this is what I want! I want two monkeys being gay, haha!"

but it's so. fucking tragic, actually.

just in chapter 1, we see how defeated Macaque is, how lost he is. how he hesitates and flip flops constantly. how he says or thinks something with certainty, but then goes back on that. he tries so hard to commit to one path, but he truly is fluctuating and has no clue what to do

and wukong is just...certain of himself. he's certain of his wants and desires now after Constellations. He wants to maintain connections and put in the effort no matter what. and that..juxtaposition of them...is just so raw and hurtful in chapter 1 because we see that wukong notices that in Macaque because he knows him better than anyone.

And Macaque admits he's a little lost. he doesn't know what he wants. but he keeps walking. he wants to make his own choices. he wants to think for himself. he wants to see the truth for himself.

and as the days go by, as the weeks and months pass...as they grow and change, it's just sad. because it's not

the epilogue is not this "will they? won't they?" shadowpeach thing.

look at them as individuals. that's why i finally decided to change the perspective. because we needed to see macaque's thoughts. I've shown you wukong's; please give macaque that same level of attention.

when people write romance or relationships, they often misstep when it comes to the characters that are in the relationship. in order for that relationship to be believable and relatable and enjoyed by the audience, you have to develop the characters independently and together.

we cannot have shadowpeach until we know, with certainty, who macaque and wukong are.

[constellationofcalibur]

Helllo :3

I do consider you as one of my friends even tho we don't talk much lmao/gen

Maybe we should talk one time :D/sillynf

Hello! :D

I consider you a friend too!!! I would love to talk sometime! I will warn you, I’m very bad about starting conversations and other conversational stuff though, so I hope that won’t be a problem! :]

[burnttoastlife]

Apollo: Yeah so basically I’m a Libra which means—

Clay: Like Homestuck?

Apollo:

[aromanticasterisms]

this whole epilogue is just a little treat for me oh my god. "familiar faces arrive in simulanka" does not even begin to cover it

[not-poignant]

Excerpt from chapter 10 of Constellations, going up tomorrow!

‘Do you remember the stuff you did?’ Gwyn said, his voice tighter than before. ‘Yeah,’ Efnisien said, looking away from the window and staring down into his lap. ‘I remember.’ ‘The plush toys.’ ‘Yeah,’ Efnisien said, nodding. ‘You brought me water.’ Efnisien nodded again. His lips quirked up. ‘I pulled on your stitches.’ ‘This…stuff you did. Like eating poisoned food sometimes… Was it guilt?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Efnisien said, looking up so that Gwyn could see he wasn’t fucking around, or trying to be annoying. ‘I don’t know. I remember the things I did, but I don’t always remember the thoughts or feelings around those things. I think the plush toys… I remember it was important, somehow, because I slept worse without them.’ ‘You did?’ Gwyn said in amazement. ‘You destroyed almost all the ones you were given.’ ‘Yeah. The ones that survived were like special somehow. That’s weird, but that’s how it is. Those I kept. I gave you those. I think- Maybe I thought they’d help you sleep better, or be in less pain. I sometimes used to imagine they’d stop my nightmares. Which, in retrospect, is kind of foolish. Kid’s brains, huh?’ Gwyn stared at him, and Efnisien couldn’t interpret his expression. ‘But then I’d pull on your stitches,’ Efnisien added. He leaned against the armrest and sighed. ‘Sometimes – god, I’m sorry for this – but sometimes it felt like clocking into work. Like, time to start my shift, better make someone around me hurt.’

[grand-emerald-orbits]

system win we told a presumably singlet friend that we're plural and found out they're a system too!!

[somerandomjewelleryonthefloor]

Feeling the urge to give Solace more bfs & gfs.

Idk. He's just so lovable, he's too lovable actually. He deserves the world and him being a source of gentleness and awe makes it very very easy to love him. Platonically, romantically- he's loved easily.

I got the idea from watching a few edits about people's custom characters in the "Baldur's gate 3" fandom.

2 stuck out to me, then I watched edits of "Elise" from "League Of Legends".

Expect sprites of them soon. I'll make them interesting.

[random-xpressions]

Those stars ask me: is she even worth, of all your sleepless nights? I smile with a silent answer: her light is as such, that would put even the sun to shame...

Random Xpressions

[altairtalisman]

hiiiiii its been so long!!!! drew eva n emmett tgt bc my hearts in a chokehold bc of their relationshoip!!! i hope i got ur bday correct!!

It has been a while, and yeah, you got my birthday correct! I'm happy that their relationship has your attention, they're supposed to be one of the more ordinary relationships where there's no past drama... unless you count Eva's breakup with Charles and their deaths

Thank you again for the present!

[peapod20001]

I like to think that if my tumblr pals came to my house, they’d have a good time

[ladyimaginarium]

Happy Disability Pride Month!

This was made for our& constellation / system in mind — as plural people. Please don't treat them& like rp muses. Singlets can reblog but don't clown. Okay to reblog as fandom. Do not reblog this as headcanons, roleplay, aesthetics, kins, F/Os, IRL/Me or D/A's. We& are a mixed, multigenic DID system and we& are not your aesthetic. || Tip your local queer disabled native!

[cloud-somersault]

Ooo, I want to know how you could fix him!! I loved what you did with Macaque. It would be wonderful to see what you would to Pigsy!!

LMFAODAMWLKDAJAOI sorry this made me laugh a little jioadsmakl because of what i did to macaque i was like "oh they mean cursing him??" but THEN i figured out you meant characterization wise LMFKSALDSL

uhm! so for Pigsy, I'd want to write him on the basis of a single parent raising a child unexpectedly with no preparation. The financial strain while owning a restaurant, how that upends a few things, how he has to learn so many things very quickly.

I'd want to level that with some maybe...childhood expectations. Pigsy had a mother who taught him to cook (was it his mother? or father..i don't know my pigsy lore) ONE of his parents he was close to taught him the joy of cooking. He'd want to be close like that with MK. But he's not sure how to go about it. It's hard for him to show affection because he's a hardworker. He's had to maintain things, keep things going, not take crap from nobody. He's had to fight.

so softening those edges is what I'd do. I'd show the attempts Pigsy makes to get close to MK. like sitting down with him before closing up the restaurant one day when MK's like "I'm gonna be Monkey King's successor!" And Pigsy's like, "Kid...are you sure this is what you wanna do?"

MK's like, "Yeah! I love the Monkey King. This is awesome!"

But Pigsy's like, "MK...there's a lot about this we don't understand. Hell, we didn't know magic was real until you went and got that staff. We thought Monkey King was nothing but a legend!"

"But he's real, Pigsy. And he wants to train me! Aren't you proud?"

And Pigsy looks at MK with sad eyes because MK should know Pigsy is proud of him, but he hasn't told him that enough. He hasn't been honest or open enough. So he tries now, even if it's too late. "I've always...uh..." Clears his throat, tries again. "I've always been proud of you, kid. There ain't nothin' you can't do."

MK is touched by this, and he smiles, eyes glowing with a magic he's not fully aware of yet. "Then...you'll let me train with Monkey King?"

"MK, you're an adult. You can do what ya want. But...it can't get in the way of your job, alright? That's how you make a livin'."

"That's fair. Thanks Dadsy!"

And off MK goes, up the stairs to his place. It's his turn to lock up, but Pigsy will handle it this time.

Pigsy just running his hand down his face, trying to figure out what he's going to do now that this is happening. He didn't have the heart to tell MK that this was probably a bad idea. He doesn't want to stomp on MK's dreams.

He just wants to protect him. And he's not sure if the Monkey King will do that. Probably not with how things went with the Demon Bull King.

So Pigsy prepares himself for another unexpected event, but that's just what being a parent is. He'll follow MK into this. He'll make sure he's safe. Because that's what he's been doing since MK showed up on his doorstep twenty-two years ago, and dammit, he's not stopping anytime soon.

[justalittlelogophile]

Thoughts

It’s hard to explain my thought process

A galaxy filled to the brim with stars bursting into life in an explosions of shapes and colors

All interconnected through delicately and painstakingly woven spiderwebs

And somehow I have to fit that immeasurable heaven through this here mouth?

Or put said thoughts to application through this here measly vessel that merely contains my soul?

Is it any wonder then that every attempt to try to explain or paint this expanse is woefully inept

Often coming out rushed, disorganized, random and even slightly crazed?

To the point it’s become my mark of ridicule? A quirk of mine for the rest of the populace to shake their heads with those wry smiles on their faces

Making me feel awkward and ashamed as I try desperately to explain the wonder that I experience

And yet knowing my poor attempt will never do its grandeur justice, and so I end up just falling silent.

Can you imagine the fervor in which it takes to try and contain this? Especially as it expands and fills with time

Can you imagine now my sense of wonder and awe throughout the years of my attempted endeavors at said containment

When someone ends up taking the time to ask

“Hey.

Talk to me.

What’s going on inside that beautiful mind?”

~Po✨