#lets go aster

[onestellarghost]

she gave you her heart so just eat it already

[aster-draws]

Hi hi, did you know that on ao3 if you filter the Trans Danny Fenton tag by kudos, Wanted: Dead or Alive is number 1?

Just wanted to say congrats and that I love your art in both its written and drawn/painted/digitally painted form.

Hope you're taking care of yourself and having a lovely day or night!

What?! No I did not know that?!?!?? Holy cow that's like crazy to me

[asterlune]

fading light — aster lune

[tulipsnflowers]

Everyone, it's baby's first ghost move(and fic update)

I made black flame actually fricking black instead of the white it is in n:e, because I will throw hands for that

[regular-lord-reckoner]

i’m home !!

procedure went real well, everything was really smooth and almost as soon as they said, “you can count backwards if you want,” i don’t think i even said ten before i was suddenly in recovery and sipping some ginger ale.

honestly the worst part was the iv because they had to do it on the side of my wrist because apparently my veins are crooked ?? i just hate ivs anyway so that’s no surprise but other than that no complaints.

everyone was real nice and made sure i was well taken care of (my nurse even had me pee one more time before so she wouldn’t have to do a catheter which with my history…..thank you)

but yeah, i’ll have a follow up in about a month just to make sure everything’s good and the iud is doing its thing !!

i do have some cramping and bleeding but that’s normal, although a little funny because i literally just stopped my period yesterday but…oh well !! hopefully in a few months i won’t have hardly any so this we can handle and i hace some medicine (and my ~medicine) that’ll help so i’m all set.

mom had to go run some errands so my little recovery buddy is keeping me company. also, a moment of recognition for my new favorite shirt (thank you as always, Boss Dog Art; i’ve already got my eye on another one that says, “i think therefore i am against transphobia around the world” or something like that and it’s got a cool skeleton on it; this is my third shirt from them and they’re really comfy and good quality so not sponsored but check them out, they seem cool):

[krenenbaker]

QUICK TELL ME UR HCS OF UR IKEMEN PETS

aaaaa okay, let me think!! I'll just give what come to me off the top of my head with these lads :3

Charles (ikevamp)

Charles is actually quite good at styling, makeup, and hair cutting/styling

this is partially based on a little headcanon list that Auburn made a while ago, but he has a little bit of pudge on him, specifically around his hips!

Faust (ikevamp)

Faust has shockingly warm hands, and also a lot rougher skin than you'd expect. he has a lot of calluses on his palms and fingers

he will literally sleep the entire day if you let him. but since he's (canonically) horrifically difficult to wake up... this has happened more than once.

Will (ikevamp)

he does actually learn how to cook! he still prefers to go out to eat most of the time, but once in a while, he does actually enjoy a home-cooked meal

Sariel (ikepri)

there have been times he's fallen asleep in his glasses. and other times, that he's almost forgotten to put his glasses on before getting up to work (though he hasn't completely forgotten yet)

he is one of the fastest readers in the palace, along with Chevalier and Clavis

kind Keith (ikepri)

he used to pick at his cuticles when he was younger

dark Keith (ikepri)

he prefers lighter colours over darker colours

if he was able to, he would love to dress in a more relaxed style (unfortunately, that would not only confuse the people around them, but it may lead to even more criticism from those who already dislike him/them)

[weyrleaders]

screaming rattling the bars of my cage clawing at the walls here have the church rescue but from the other side

as with before we got some violence here

Now that group didn’t look like they were invited.

Ray leans over the edge of the building, watching as a squad of seven dressed in black tactical gear file out of two vans and make for the door. They don’t have anything too fancy, from the looks of it. Just handguns and a few small knives poorly-concealed on their belts.

He’s just reaching the fire escape when the shouting and gunfire starts, and he makes it to the ground as the doors burst open and out comes Aster, carrying Orla in his arms.

Ray’s face twists into a snarl. If she’s hurt that badly they may have to—

Orla steps away from Aster, completely unhurt. Ray can tell from the set of her shoulders that she’s pissed.

Aster’s already halfway to the door when she shouts something after him. He doesn’t slow or look back at her, just runs inside the building.

So Loverboy wasn’t getting their gravely-wounded boss out of the line of fire. He just swooped in and carried her off like some sort of helpless damsel. Ray coughs to fight off a laugh.

Aster is so in trouble.

Orla must hear him coming, because she turns as he trots to a stop next to her.

“I’m not going to ask what the hell you’re doing here,” she says. “We can’t get back in the front.”

“We’d probably be walking into an ambush,” he agrees.

The door opens slowly and a young woman creeps outside. Ray watches her out of the corner of his eye, and he’s reasonably sure Orla is doing the same.

“Jax has the keys, doesn’t he.”

Orla nods. The woman presses herself against the wall, trying to slip past them. Ray waits until she turns her back to pounce.

He slaps a hand over her mouth before she can scream, pinning her against the wall. She’s not dressed like one of the party-crashers. Must be a Viper.

The woman flails, and Ray tightens his grip with a theatrical growl. Orla leans in on her other side, and the woman goes still.

“There’s another way out of the building, I’m sure,” says Orla. “Where?”

“If you scream, I’ll break your neck,” Ray sing-songs. He’s lying, of course, because dead women tell no tales, but she doesn’t need to know that. He uncovers her mouth.

“Tunnel!” She gasps. “There’s a tunnel—Underground hideout. It connects to the church a few blocks over.”

Orla gives Ray a nod, and he tosses the woman aside. She scrambles to her feet and runs.

“I think I know the church,” he says.

“Our Saint of Mercy,” Orla replies. “We passed it on the way here, and it’s the only church close enough. Get there while I find a car.”

Ray takes off, hopping over a trash can to get into the alley.

It probably doesn’t take long to get to the church. But it feels like a century, knowing Jax and Aster are right under his feet, just out of reach. 

(Which is a thought that Ray files away to revisit never.)

Ray almost considers seeing if he can nab anyone down there, but the odds of the tunnels being close enough to the surface for him to pull it off without seeing his target are slim to none. So he just runs instead, ignoring how his breath tears his lungs raw.

The few people he encounters are quick to get out of the way, shouting profanities that he’s too wired to catch. He can see the steeple up ahead, just barely taller than the surrounding buildings.

The cracked parking lot is empty, so the strangers probably haven’t got someone watching the place. Amateurs.

Ray doesn’t bother to check, just books it across the lot to the side door. He shoves a hand into the inside pocket of his jacket and slides his newly-liberated spiked knuckles onto his hands.

He expected the door to be locked, so it slams against the wall when he tears it open.

Jax is running toward him, hauling an alarmingly-bloodied Aster behind him. Five of the seven people who went in are in pursuit, two closing in while the other three take aim.

Ray’s a violent sort of guy, sure. He’s broken noses, set fires, stabbed whoever Orla said to stab wherever she said to stab them. He’s cut water mains and break lines and more than a few throats.

He doesn’t normally black out first, though.

When Ray comes to, he’s on his hands and knees on the bloody basketball court, catching his breath. His face throbs in time with his racing heart and his mouth tastes like iron. Might just be the adrenaline, but he doesn’t really hurt anywhere else.

He stands, surveying the battlefield. There’s a man near the door, lying in a pool of blood with his arm outstretched toward it. A woman against the wall, hands lax in her lap, jaw hanging on by tendon and skin. Two more against another wall, one haloed by blood and viscera where Ray must’ve slammed them against it until they stopped moving. The other’s throat is shredded, and Ray licks his lips curiously, noting a nick near the corner of his mouth. He glances down at his shirt.

“Arts and crafts day,” he mutters, picking at the red stain down the front. His collar is probably soaked too, but with any luck it’s not obvious against the red fabric. The tag feels tacky when he checks to make sure it’s still there.

He hears someone hiss in pain, and slowly turns to see the last member of the merry band trying to slink toward the door that must lead back down into the tunnels.

Their eyes meet, and Ray sees the fear in their eyes.

Might as well finish the job. Leave no witnesses that Orla will have to send Aster for. He darts over, drawing back his fist. They have enough time to raise their arms in a futile attempt to block his punch, but of course they fail. They collapse, blood spilling across the floor.

Damn, he missed these beauties. He raises a clenched fist to kiss one metal spike, only to sputter a second later to spit out a stray hair.

Right.

Ray crosses his impromptu abattoir and steps outside.

Jax is, once again, just on the other side. Gun in hand, poised to charge back in. He straightens, lowering the pistol, and stares. Ray grins as Jax looks him up and down.

Fuck, he wants to kiss him. Wants to see if Jax will lick the taste of iron from his mouth. Wonders if Jax would lie still under his hands as assures himself that yes, Jax hasn’t been hurt, or would he be too busy doing the same to Ray? Would he even care enough to worry?

“Did you fucking bite someone?” Jax asks after what seems like hours.

Ray can’t hold back the laugh it startles out of him.

“Woof, woof,” he replies.

[astereaes]

Kid in a well... 2!

[infinitethree]

Okay, you know what?

The bastard is almost, on an aesthetic level, not terrible to look at while he’s like this.

Asleep, he can’t be a fucking sociopath or an asshole. Those too-clever eyes of his aren’t judging and dissecting, they’re closed.

The absence of that bright blue gaze makes him seem surprisingly vulnerable.

So does the way Daz has, in the short while he’s been asleep, already snuggled up to him and is being clingy.

After the last few hours of running around looking for him, it’s a relief to know that he’s been mostly fine all along.

Naturally, when Daz didn’t come home, Raine got worried. The Council, aside from Lee who had been kept out of it, have been searching his known hidey-holes for hours now.

Obviously the HQ was one of the first places they checked, but the wall that leads into the hidden room was sealed off. They assumed that meant he wasn’t there, so they ignored it.

It wasn’t until Aster, in a last-ditch attempt, decided to open it up and check that the bastard was found.

He’d been fine, thankfully. Just having hyper fixated on the code and shut out everything else.

Aster carefully takes his com out and taps out a message to the others.

ShiningAster: bastard located. fine but asleep. focused on coding body for Innit, forgot he has a human body.

RaineStorm: seriously?? uhg, at least it’s normal shit this time

RaineStorm: as opposed to soul crushing despair and existential terror

Khons: need help moving him? ShiningAster: staying here. fell asleep on me, he has nightmares. also touched starved. might be less bastard if he gets good sleep

It’s only a little bit of a lie. Technically, none of that was wrong, but the implication was that Daz wasn’t strongarmed into accepting.

RaineStorm: yeah his nightmares are BAD and music only kinda helps.

ShiningAster: I think I can fix it. saying more will make him pissy

Khons: well if he’s not in trouble and staying there we’re going to bed

ShiningAster: night

RaineStorm: gn

RaineStorm: it’s gonna be really funny seeing him fall for you ngl

ShiningAster: its gonna be weird as fuck for me

After a moment, he switches to DMs.

ShiningAster: at some point we have a kid. Not adopted I think. looks just like him. her name is Azira. means rising star.

RaineStorm: WHAT THE FUCK??????

ShiningAster: also he made a deal to help with Innits body for seeing the same shit I do. but for me obviously

RaineStorm: oh my god that stupid asshole

RaineStorm: maybe he’ll learn his lesson. bc you’re def good to him, I know you.

ShiningAster: hes capable of being good to me back. too busy being petty for now though

RaineStorm: yeahhhhhh. he’s def an acquired taste. but he really is a great guy when you get past his him-ness

ShiningAster: lol

RaineStorm: he figured out I’d want a heated tub, art studio, and a porch. it’s freaky tbh but it’s nice.

ShiningAster: sounds fake but ok

RaineStorm: you’ve never seen him be like that so it’s hard to picture but it’s true!

That’s not quite right; Aster has seen Daz be kind and generous to others…he’s just never been the target.

No, maybe that’s not fair. He’s dragged Aster to a place of being better in a way he never would have done on his own. Despite his attitude, it did still benefit Aster.

Granted, he’s also been an asshole on purpose for literal years, so. That kind of events out.

ShiningAster: honestly just want to eat his damn food without being drugged

RaineStorm: something something the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

ShiningAster: it sucks so bad to play chicken on if Ill suffer when I touch his cooking

ShiningAster: usually its worth it. at least until whatever he put in it hits

RaineStorm: and now we know why

ShiningAster: maybe therapy will fix him

RaineStorm: ngl I think not thinking he’ll kill anyone he loves will do wonders on its own

RaineStorm: but therapy will help too probably

ShiningAster: cant say much for obvious reasons but hes fundamentally broken. has been for most of his life.

ShiningAster: but Id never have a kid if he didnt seem in a good place. so whatever he does works

RaineStorm: have you considered it might be the power of love

ShiningAster: fuck you

RaineStorm: I’m serious!! think about it, he’s spent like 4 years thinking being loved will get that person killed

RaineStorm: he might have divine confirmation but he’s stubborn. might not feel real

RaineStorm: soooo someone who loves him despite his bullshit might be the thing that makes him be less…yknow

Ah, another reminder of how deeply fucked up Daz actually is.

ShiningAster: could be having someone who knows his secrets or even just Innit being out

RaineStorm: remind it that it needs a new name btw. too close to existing ones

RaineStorm: but yeah that probably helps too

RaineStorm: I feel awful I never noticed he was so…unwell

ShiningAster: hes good at hiding what he wants to hide. cant blame yourself when hes a master manipulator.

Said master manipulator mumbles into Aster’s chest, voice small, “I missed you.”

And, fuck, something in his chest feels like it cracks when Aster realizes what and who Daz must be dreaming about.

There’s nobody it could be but his former mentor. The person who gave him everything he ever wanted…and then committed an unspeakable sin against him.

Clearly, Daz still misses him. Despite what Dream had done to him, a part of him still misses the person who crushed him infinitely worse than anyone before him.

Despite only getting brief glimpses of that time, Aster gets the impression that Dream had been someone whose preciousness went beyond words.

Yet Daz couldn’t stomach letting him have his way after what he did. He rejected a place as a near-god beside someone who, despite the sickness in his soul, was devoted to him to a disturbing degree.

That…takes a strength of will that Aster isn’t completely sure he could match.

Fuck, nor does the decision to use the lethally broken enchantment as a backup plan.

If the rest of the server had failed to kill him, Daz would have chosen a death so agonizing that it chills Aster to his core.

It’s not hard to see why Daz is so…himself, honestly. Aster might not be able to think like him, nor agree with his actions, but in a fucked up way he can follow most of the logic now that he has the pieces.

He swallows as Daz’s voice wavers and cracks. “You said you’d protect me, so why…”

Aster adjusts his arms to a more comfortable positon, and messes with his hair more. “I’m not him, Daz. You’re not Tommy any more. Dream was sick– you know that.”

Horrifyingly, Daz starts shaking as he cries.

He rushes to add, “But– but you can have something new. Fuck, if you can be even halfway decent, I’d fall for you pretty damn quick. You can be charming, you know? And– and pretty romantic. It was– maybe it wouldn’t be awful. If you just stopped being such a bastard–”

At a loss for what else to do, he cuts himself off and starts humming.

Eventually, Daz slips back into deeper sleep.

But the memory of this unsettlingly fragile side of him will remain in the back of Aster’s head. Even when Daz is being the biggest bastard he can be…Aster knows he’ll remember this.

[troubleshade]

Cover No. 7: Lost and found

Song: Surfacing by HiFi Rush Originals

(Alternate Song: Hearing by Sleeping at last)

It's funny how the years can pass by so fast. Even if it was way too fast for Chiisai, she thinks with a faint smile back to the previous decade. Her so called brothers Lee, Raphie, Don and Mike were all grown up, heading out into the wide world to find their own way. The goodbyes were for them difficult and quite emotional but it was a part of life. And she knows that.

But it was a big change for her to experience the apartment more quiet and emptier than usual. The next months merciless past over quickly too. But her mind couldn't find peace with all of it after all these days. Sure, they stay in contact, writing some texts and sending pictures here and then but it was not the same as coming together and talk about it in person. The nights on the rooftop felt wrong without Lee rambling about his interests or the shouts of a provoked Raphie who just wanted some peace for once. No Don who needed a few moments to feel at ease in such height or a Mike who tried new stunts and scare the hell out of her with almost falling from the rooftop.

Absently Chiisai stared up to the stars and the bright full moon. She didn't realized her tears until they hit the back of her hand. "I almost forgot how it feels to be truly alone..." When was the last time she felt like that? She knew it all too well: It was on the fateful day she got stranded in this universe. She still wondered how her old family was. Did time passed by like here or did it went slower or even (she hoped not) faster? The turtle didn't count on she would ever be able to find that out. Her hand almost searched mechanically in her jacket pocket something specific: An old photo. The old photo with Chiisai and her two siblings. Like the last days she just focus on this and talk to herself. This night the words wouldn't come out.

With a sigh she stood up and climbed down through her window in her apartment. Just as her feet touched the floor a bright light in the absolute darkness blinded her. Annoyed she hold her hand in front of her eyes, which idiot thinks it would be a bright idea to flash her with a li- A familiar blue swirling, quietly buzzing and forming a circle. Her head screamed one word: Portal. Her eyes welled up again with tears as she run towards it. With a last movement before she went through Chiisai untied her mask, clenching the fabric hard in her fist.

She blinked several times because of the even brighter light before the pancake turtle recognize her surroundings. And the familiar faces she longed for since she lost them a decade ago. Just as before she got almost tackled and tight hugged from her sister Chiisai thought one thing: I'm finally back home again.

This would be the end in the timeline. Good-bye I now proceed to listen to Hearing...again and lay down for it on the ground Mentioned AU Universe boys belong to @xxlea-nardoxx

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[asterdeer]

okay last attempt at a good url while i have a mini crisis. i will Never change my icon at this point though

[lavenoon]

Ive got a dumb question-

Do either Sun or Eclipse in your Menace4menace stories ever retract their rays?

Have a good day/week!

Well, I don't think I've drawn it happen in any of my self indulgence specifically? But I did draw the bounty hunter with drawn in rays before, because I tend to give Sun and Eclipse that feature for practicality (makes things easier in terms of fitting places) but also as emotive feature. I guess I never checked with Naff if they actually can do that, and don't remember if it ever happened in Sleuth Jesters or the derivatives, so I'm not sure if I'm being accurate there. But hope that answers your question!

[fisheito]

I am currently going thru every chapter from the beginning so i can gather screenshots of everyone's emotions

Even tho i BET one of u hyperfixators already has an entire library all cleaned and ready for use

But i'm gettin some fun outta reliving the old days so who am i to deprive myself of some choice🤌👌nostalgia

[onceuponavideo]

I will still love you (On brûlera)

I want to leave with you

I want to die in your arms

[warlordfelwinter]

aster rolled a d8 and a d6 for damage and got fucking ONE i've literally never been so angry in a ttrpg

[ofdreamsanddoodles]

one of the many struggles of DID is that you can't have two alters listening to two different songs at the same time