#musings. astra

[rviner]

@manybcdthings

[fheythfully]

12.27.23 sometimes the fire you founded don't burn the way you'd expect

[wishmaker-astra]

You know, kinda a pain in the ass to figure out my own identity and how to express what I am sometimes. Like, I'm not human, duh... except when I am, which like, usually isn't the case. Same deal with pokemon. I'm usually JUST a jirachi without being without those.

Then there's gender shit. I'm a girl, except, like... when I'm not. I COULD be a dude, but generally not. I guess jirachi also works as my gender sometimes? Like, in a way that isn't guy or gal. Even if I'd say it's feminine-ish or... something but that's wrong if adjacent. I would say girl-ish, but it's not girl, while also girl? Man, shit is annoying to express.

Assume girl though I guess. I'm always going to love being a girl and am always gonna be girl compatible.

It's past 9PM and I'm an Astra. Shit's annoyingly difficult to lock down sometimes. You know how it is. Unless you don't.

[monstrousmuse]

Sing to me of the Six-Fiingered man, Muse. The man who wondered between worlds…Sing of his glory and his grief, his burden and his brilliance. He, who worshipped the Sun, and promised gold, but succumbed to the Stars, and drowned in pools of wing-wax. He, who vowed to endure the trails of All-Wise Axolotl. He, who refused to rest until he himself brought about the end of his once fickle friend, the Eye of False Providence.

[otherwomvn]

Não é nenhuma surpresa ver ASTRA LA CROIX (NOME REAL ANISE LA CROIX) andando pelas ruas de Arcanum, afinal, uma BRUXA LIDER DO COVEN LUNAR VEIL precisa ganhar dinheiro como JUIZA. Mesmo não tendo me convidado para sua festa de IDADE DESCONHECIDA, ainda lhe acho INTELIGENTE e DESTEMIDA, mas entendo quem lhe vê apenas como CRUEL e MANIPULADORA. Vivendo na cidade DESDE SEMPRE (1 ANO), AS cansa de ouvir que se parece com RACHEL WEISZ.

Headcannons:

Anise é gêmea de Astra La Croix, a verdadeira líder do Coven. Eram inseparáveis quando crianças, mas a rivalidade começou com as comparações entre as duas por meio da avó, antiga líder do Lunar Veil. "Olhe como Astra é mais gentil e tem espírito de liderança, Anise" ou "Você deveria ser mais como a Astra", eram os comentários que escutava com maior frequência e que com o tempo alimentaram a raiva e inveja dentro de Anise.

Quando ficou mais velha, entrou em uma briga com a irmã que assumira o lugar da avó morta por caçadores... o motivo? Anise não queria "servir de capacho" para as vontades de Astra - a irmã apenas havia pedido que ela fosse seu braço direito. Revoltada, a mulher sumiu da cidade por décadas usando de magia e dos poderes de cura para se dar bem na vida.

Retornou a um ano e durante uma nova discussão com Astra acabou matando a gêmea - algo que não pretendia fazer nem em seus maiores desejos de vingança. Desesperada - e com medo - tomou o lugar da irmã como líder do coven, fingindo ser ela, mesmo que suas personalidades não fossem iguais.

Astra era gentil, justa, caridosa... Anise é fria, manipuladora e levemente cruel. Com distinções quase gritantes em seus jeitos, foi preciso que a gêmea restante se adaptasse a nova identidade, mas não tinha certeza de por quanto tempo conseguiria carregar a culpa de ter assassinado a irmã em um briga fútil.

Curiosidades:

Não é uma pessoa ruim, mas considera sempre o que é melhor para si em primeiro lugar;

Sente muito remorso pelo que fez, mas finge que está tudo bem.

Trabalha como juíza para poder ganhar dinheiro para o Coven, algo que Astra também fazia.

**todas as informações estão sujeitas a mudanças e atualizações eventualmente**

[kiwibirdlafayette]

if theres the mianite variant.. the VH variant.. sun guardian.. origins.. what if jordan god variant. The doors im thinking about that one MCSM post and the doors..

​i have so much lore with multiverse already from Caron to the NoWhere i could. I could do something with this 👀

[sixersigned]

slides rev fords playlist across the dash,,, runs away

[fatestouch]

Astra. He has no last name. Was trained as an assassin from a very young age alongside another, Vega ( @sansloii) --his other half in far more ways than either of them knew. They grew up together, trained together, fought and killed together.

When the time came for them to become true assassins, Astra and Vega's "handlers" had a final test for them, and sent them to a room, barren except for several weapons.

Only one of them would be allowed to leave alive.

It clicked for Astra only a split second later than Vega, but that second made all the difference. The two of them fought... and Vega killed him.

Unknown to both of them, however, death wasn't the end. For Astra and Vega were soulmates. And one cannot live without the other... literally.

Years later, Astra found himself back. Alive. With the memory of Vega killing him burned into his skin, seared into his mind. Astra was alive, and he made it his mission to hunt down his so-called soulmate, and make Vega's life a living hell, or send him there himself.

[adorectrine]

the perpetual sad girl .

[kkkindered]

✦ ( i need the positivity today <3)

send [✦ ] so I can fanboy over you/r writing!

ANU MY BELOVED.

The one who started with me and who I hope I finish with too. You've heard me scream, screm and cry over your in every way. I WILL DO IT NOW AND FOREVER.

we'll leave your writing for last since I do it so often.

You're so talented. Like fuck all you are SAUR TALENTED. Everytime you send me a wip of your drawings my heart clenches. THEYRE SO PRETTY. I love how you draw eyed and hair personally.

Your eyes hold so much emotion. They mean so much in the way you colour and shade them. AND THE HAIR. They look so shiny and sleek, and I love it. I hope you show me your drawings forever and ever.

You, yourself, are so easy to talk to. Every conversation with you is fun and we have so many laughs. YOU GET ME. and I love our petty sessions 💅 You've helped me so much, from showing me xkit to offering and THEN making me dividers for my muses. You're always so interested when I just need to ramble about my babies.

And finally, you're writing.

It's absolutely magnificent. You're so intentional with your words. Every one of your muses are unique and they have so much life in them. From their saddest to their happiest to their in betweens. You stay true to them and their ruthlessness, their weaknesses and their strengths. I hope when we write together I give even a SMIDGE of that to you because I'm left in awe alwaaaaaays.

Thanks for writing with me ♡

[resonette]

last post for the night before i go to bed but i think i'm going to add another reincarnation for seren where she's a priestess of astra as "punishment" for the flower maiden's "lack of faith" before her death

[fheythfully]

12.2.23 you be the moon, i'll be the earth and when we burst, start over oh darling, begin again

[wishmaker-astra]

You know, some stuff saw yesterday did make me think about how some people probably are surprised and confused by my rejection of "my humanity" and my identification of it. Especially since my species was altered involuntarily, without warning, and this change has had massive impacts on various aspects of my life.

First off I just want to clarify that in no way is humanity and personhood connected. These are two utterly separate and independent concepts. The same goes for pokemonhood and personhood. And, given my nature and status... pokemonhood and humanity are ALSO disconnected independent concepts as well in terms of if you can be one or the other or both, even if there is a social construct relationship aspect between them. Also, humanity or lack thereof has nothing to do with morality.

That out of the way: you might know I was bullied pretty bad as a kid. Everything from active mocking to full ostracization. It basically continued up until the start of my undergrad. I have never had a community that I've truly been a part of. I'm in society, and part of it, but I'm like a first generation immigrant who turned up by themselves that only barely speaks parts of the language. It was alien to me in a way hard to convey.

Given this it might be a little bit easier to understand why I might reject the label of humanity and "my own" humanity. You didn't make me welcome. Why should I join your club? You have some absolutely lovely individuals in it, don't get me wrong, but I don't need to be part of the clique to have a relationship with them.

That isn't to say it's the whole thing of course. My rejection is me controlling aspects of myself; I might not have had a say in me ending up a jirachi, but I certainly can choose what it means. I'm not clinging to an out of date label that doesn't reflect what I feel. I am stepping out of the cradle of humanity and into jirachidom. I like it here. It's nice and cozy. Humanity dilutes that without upsides I deem worth the cost.

I am not human. I do not feel a desire to be human. I feel happy actively rejecting it. There's comfort and joy in leaving a place that doesn't fit you. I may revisit the place from time to time for my own reasons, but it isn't native soil anymore. I weep not for the loss, for I know it is like a star igniting from the raw cloud of gas.

[onigiram]

a curious cant of its crown, swathe of obsidian night and alabaster starlight shifting with the motion ( an overwhelming length that pools around them as if seeking to swallow whole ), in an act of feigned innocence. sat atop his lap, straddled against the ground, it observes scar with a humored sort of interest ❛ it's rare to see you so ── subdued ❜ (astras turn to have fun with him uvu)

IS THIS LOVE?

Woven in the fabric of tales he sought to emulate—mythic stories of lives intertwined, where one soul refuses to exist without the other. The mere notion of his existence devoid of its presence is unthinkable.

He banishes the very thought from his mind.

In the heart of a forest bathed in the silver glow of a full moon, his thoughts become a muddled labyrinth, his chest a storm of aching longing. Adoration floods his veins as clawed digits hook into the fabric draped over its form. Although the distance between them is scant, he finds it entirely too far away. Nostrils flare as his lungs fill, drawing in its essence, intoxicated by the very scent. He loses himself in its presence, each breath an invocation, each heartbeat a hymn in its honor. The ghosts of his past are exorcised, their whispers silenced as its weight atop him grounds him, anchoring him in the present.

He's exactly where he'd wished to be.

❛ Ha! Don't know what yer' talking about. ❜ His voice, nearly slurred, is adorned with a heady stare. Desire coils within his gut like an agitated serpent, winding tighter as he leans into it—seeking to merge with his Herald, to dissolve into its ethereal embrace, his very being yearning to meld into one with it.

IS HE HAPPY?

It has inflicted pain upon him—yet no wound it has ever dealt could diminish the euphoria that its mere proximity brings. It's one of the scarce few to evoke such emotions within him, to erect turmoil in a vision that had been set many years prior... even so, the weightlessness that fills him is... addicting.

He can't get enough of it.

❛ You ignite this itch within me, ❜ he murmured, nuzzling against its shoulder, his breath a warm caress. His canines grazed against sanctified flesh, a shiver of anticipation threading through him. ❛ It awakens such a savage desire… this insatiable urge to simply sink my teeth into you. ❜ In the midst of towering trees and under the watchful eye of the multitude of stars, he allows himself to indulge upon its companionship.