#these astral forms were fun to draw

[seagreenlaurin]

[hana-no-seiiki]

I saw that you need ideas, so how about a yandere from the Neons? I mean, I would like to see more content from them since they represent the elements in Honkai star rail, by the way, sorry if you don't understand, my English is bad... I leave you a little drawing of a masculine makima (it has nothing to do with it, but as a gift ) xd Also, I don't know if I'm the only one, but Nanook makes me handsome >///<

(Sorry, I had already finished it but the work was stained hahaha and I did it again)

Yus the Aeons are so cool looking!! You really feel like they’re actual gods of the universe, especially since you don’t see them first hand (at least for now). Also Masculine Makima reminds me of Karma Akabane lol. I’ll draw it in my style, and add it here as an extra for you ♥️

Hb we mash those two topics up together actually?

warnings: mild yandere themes. mild spoilers for csm. major canon divergence. reader takes the shape of a masc/amab character but it isnt their original form.

status: unedited. updated art.

YANDERE! AEONS + VARIOUS! HSR x AEON OF FEAR/CONTROL! READER

You have no memory of your conception, only that you started existing for what felt like an eternity.

You represented fear and despair, but unlike IX whose mere presence drove humanity into insanity, or the rest of your fellow aeon’s godlike status amongst the world,

you walked around as a normal, ordinary human being.

As normal as an Aeon can get anyways.

In your current lifetime, you took the shape of Himeko’s “brother”, planting fake memories into her mind and being the one that urged her to travel the stars. While she was the navigator, you took the role of conductor before creating Pompom to supplant you.

Welt always knew you weren’t just a regular person. Your eyes always felt distant, so far off that not even a century’s worth of trail blazing would allow him to come close. As such he mostly kept cordial relations with you.

The youngsters of the bunch on the other hand, never seemed to realize the sheer magnanimity of the danger you held and always hung around you.

Particularly that Caelus. The newest addition to the crew. The stellaron within him always pulsed in some sort of giddiness and excitement whenever you were around. The boy couldn’t help but be a nervous wreck when he was around you. Stuttering and stumbling was a common occurrence whenever you so decide as to just breathe at his direction.

You knew what those Stellarons are, their nature, their purpose, the way they were created. In fact if you wanted to, you could have taken the Astral Express straight to the source of it all, your partner: Nanook.

However that would have ruined the fun of it all. So you chose to let them have their little adventures before the final confrontation.

Also because you signed a contract to not meddle with Nanook’s business in exchange for your freedom. But that was another story to tell.

“Why . . . why do you continue this farce? This utterly worthless play?”

IX’s voice rang within your ears and no one else’s. You were the only being it ever gave the time of day to. You imagine it to be the reason why insanity slowly built itself within the recesses of your head.

“You may see the entire universe as worthless . . . but I,” You breath hitched. You looked around your room. Time was frozen. Everything turned grey. You weren’t afraid of the others in the express hearing you, just that the following words you were about to spout out felt like bile on your mouth. “I suppose I’m still a bit like them in a way. I wish to see the world without its evils.”

“And destroying them. That is my first step.” You summon an orb of golden light. Stellarons. The creation of the very thing that made you loath all evil. Including yourself. You will eradicate these and then Nanook yourself. One day.

“Is that why you send those hunters out?”

“Perhaps.” The orb within your hands get covered in chains, quickly getting crushed within the metal like substance as it soon disappeared.

“Do as you wish. Just do not bother me like that imbecile.”

“I promise. I will be much worse than Yaoshi.”

IX remained silent for several seconds, no doubt regretting its decision of associating with you before adding, “. . . And do not die.”

“That one I cannot guarantee.”

Your room’s color returns, time continues. Signaling the end of two Aeons’ encounter.

Nanook, the Aeon that threatened to eradicate all that you love. All so they could have your soul once more. Within your gilded cage. Within your original body that lied dormant.

The Destruction will no longer be a path. That is a guarantee you write upon the stars when your Trail Blazing lifetime eventually comes to a close.

The stage is set, your actors ready.

All you needed was the cue.

Your gloved hand arose, pointing towards the express’s windows in the shape of a gun.

“Bang.”

[windvexer]

This is kind of a large question so I apologize but I guess I'm curious on how you're able to get such specific or like. unique (i mean this in a good way) answers from tarot? Like your "what magic should i learn next" stuff or how to pick up what a spirit can do through tarot. like idk how to translate these cards into what the spirit is trying to say

Hi!

There's no easy answer to this question, partially because I've now been reading tarot for almost exactly 16 years. This isn't at all to say that it's just the passage of time, but that in that amount of time I've done tons and tons of different things to expand my understanding of, and usage, of tarot.

Tarot didn't come to me very easily, and part of that journey was doing a lot of experimentation in an effort to figure it all out. My reading practice is still very much typified by a huge amount of experimentation and custom reading methods.

It hasn't been a linear process at all. I go through periods of months (or more!) where tarot just doesn't click for me, at all. So just because I picked up my first tarot deck 16 years ago doesn't mean that I've kept a consistent practice (I'm just now getting back into it after just such a fallow period ^-^)

My feelings on experimentation is that it gives me new ways to think about not only the cards, but also spreads, methodologies, and readings as a whole.

In addition, my experiments with other forms of divination (most especially casting lots, energy readings, and playing card readings) have heavily influenced my tarot readings.

Here is a post I wrote that I think expresses my feelings on experimenting within tarot.

Here are some examples of tarot experiments I've performed, and/or methodologies I've explored. It's these sorts of things that have been building blocks in my abilities in tarot. But no single one of them was a "key."

Elemental dignities: The elements of the cards dictates how they interact with each other. Air + fire can mean a supercharged firestorm, but water + fire can mean a controlled fire under a stewpot, or blocked progress of the fire. This experiment helps with understanding how cards can link together, and how energy can flow within a spread.

Elemental landscapes: Spreads are laid down in lines or grids and each card represents one aspect of the landscape. You must brainstorm and choose your own meanings. E.g., 8/wands is an exploding volcano. Queen/Cups is a lake inhabited by mermaids. Read the flow of weather patterns and energies through the spread as an answer to the question. This experiment helps with intuitive reading and working with a spread as a whole, instead of focusing on individual cards.

Elemental portents: Assign an element to your question. Draw a card. If the element on the card agrees with the element of your question, the portent is good; if it disagrees, the portent is bad. This experiment helps with learning how to phrase questions and how the question themselves can influence the balance of the deck.

Astral landscapes: This was an elaborate system I built around the Wooden Tarot. I worked with each card to assign it a mystical association that could occur in an astral landscape. The major arcana were spirits who could travel across the landscape. Each spread was like a playing board of a generated landscape and the spirits that interacted inside of it. This experiment was fun for considering the metaphysical ramifications of the energies of the cards themselves.

Numerical virtues: The number value of the card indicates its power and magnitude in the spread. 2 and 3 value cards are always of smaller power and significance. 10 and court cards are always of higher value. Aces may be high or low. This experiment gave me a new way of thinking about importance of each card, and how to blend magnitudes of significance.

Infinite directional wheel: I wrote a post on this actually, but basically you can keep placing cards forever in the cross-quarter positions. It's a meditation on the concept of elements and directions within witchcraft. Also, an extremely useful spread. This was a vital experiment for me in understanding spreadwork, flow of information, and linking cards.

Card doubling and tripling: Place two (or 3) cards together and determine the meaning as if it's one single card; there is no border, and the images combine with each other. The pictures and meanings of each combine into a single card.

Card doubling and tripling, but in spreads: For each position in the spread, place two cards (or three cards!) in place of one. Read the dyads or triads as if they are a single card. It isn't beginning/middle/end; it's a single triple-complex card! These doubling experiments helped me with the concept of card linking and blending meanings into unique interpretations.

Custom meaning sets: Basically, swap out all the default meanings with your own. Extremely useful IMO in learning how sets of meanings work together, and how to balance sets of meanings. I wrote a post on it here. These experiments have perhaps been the most vital for me in developing new interpretations. I believe that the magical skills readings you referenced were the result of custom meaning sets.

No meaning sets: Instead of using any card meanings, all spreads are resolved using a combination of elemental portents and numerical virtues. I.e., the element and number of a card in relation to other cards in the spread determines the reading. Here, the experimentation is allowing the cards to have strict, defined roles within a spread that can't be overwritten by personal intuition.

As a final note, I highly, highly recommend recording every reading you do and every card you draw. For the first couple years of my practice I recorded all readings, and it was a huge boost to my learning.

[2024-grimoire-challenge]

July Week 1: Dreams, Astral Work, Life and Death Philosophies

So this week we will focus on some pretty broad topics, so that we can pack more learning and practical things into the second half of the year. Let's start with some pretty heavy topics for the week! These days will be very chock full, so feel free to save these prompts for rainy days or to keep working on after this week!

Monday - Dreams and Dream Work

Research/ New Page - scientifically speaking, what are dreams? How do they work? Why do they occur? When do they occur? Now apply a spiritual and magical lens to what dreams are. Then apply a philosopical lens. How do all of these definitions and functions work together to form what dreams are to you?

Research - Sending, Receiving, Shaping and Controlling Dreams. How does one send dreams or influence the dreams of another? How does one become more open to recieving dreams? What are the methods and ways we can shape our dreams? How can we control our dreams? Make a list of any terms, practices, methods, or articles on the subject you want to look further into. Or read and define things now! Learning is understanding. Also look into ways to help you better recall your dreams after you wake up!

Research - Look into the history of dream work, and the study of dreams in general, both in a magical and scientific way.

Tuesday - Astral and Astral Work

Research/ New Page - Define Astral and astral work. What is the astral or astral plane? How do we reach it? How do we see it, sense it, and connect to it? What things can we do when doing astral work? What does this influence, if anything, within your craft?

Introspection - Expectations vs Reality. What are the things you expected from astral work and what you thought you knew? Now compare that to the reality of what you've learned. What did you expect to see/ hear/ feel/ etc when you did astral work? What was the reality of the work you did? It is important to be able to differentiate between reality and your mind and perceptions tricking you.

Research - Gem Study - Pick a gem or other item from your list and study everything about it that you can!

Wednesday - Life, Death and Beyond

Introspection/ Meditation/ Journal - Think on the three topics listed. What is life? What is death? What is beyond those things (before and after)? Really dig deep into your beliefs about the world and the way these things work and how they are connected. Why do you believe those things? What influenced these beliefs in you? How do you feel about each of these things?

Research/ Introspection - Do you believe in reincarnation or a "beyond" where your spirit or soul or what have you goes after death? Define it, describe it, how does it work and why does it work and who is in control, if anyone, of this process or place? Are there multiple places or levels? What are they? Where do they exist? How do they function? The idea of a 'beyond' flows into and around the ideas of life and death. Connect the dots in yourself and in your beliefs.

Research - Herb Study - pick an herb from your list and learn all that you can about it! Magical, mundane, everything!

Thursday - Some fun stuff!

Practical/ Craft - Take today to do some design work on your pages! Color them, decorate them, add paper or notes, stickers or flowers, anything that helps make your grimoire feel more at hand and connected to you! Example: If you've made a page on Basil, find a basil leaf and dry it, then add it to the page! Or draw a picture of a basil plant!

Practical - Attempt some dream work or connection to the astral plane. Journal the experience, start to finish and look back on the experience to learn how to improve it!

Friday - Casual/ Catch Up

Use today to dive deeper into the topics discussed earlier this week, I know these were some big topics to broach. If not, rest! It's important to take breaks on projects as big as this challenge!

Well that’s a lot for the first week! But we’re gonna be getting deeper into a lot of broad topics this month! Stay tuned everyone and thank you for participating! I’m hope you’re all having a wonderful summer so far!

-Mod Hazel

[dreamy-pill]

Idea for Steven and Luz fusion (Luven?): They can print glyphs on Steven's bubbles to give them elemental effects

I do agree that Steven and Luz will have fun. Luven is a very cute name for them. I like that very much. 🙂

I was watching Ms. Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, and the part where Emma is floating underwater with Jake and screams air bubbles, I became inspired to draw this.

I almost gave up on this during the sketch so I didn’t include any glyphs, but I listened to some music and these are just some of the songs that made me think of this scene:

Thunderclouds

The Boys Are Back In Town

Bad Reputation

Gasoline

You Spin Me Right Round

Little Talks

Cherry Bomb

I remembered Boiling Gems by Hazard_Overflow on AO3 and that story inspired me. It’s what mainly inspired me in the first place. I don’t want to reveal any spoilers, but this is an AU of that AU. Boiling Gems is a really good read, and funny. It has lots of humor in it and serious parts in it that really pull you in. Definitely take a quick look at it.

I was feeling somewhat dramatic in the middle of this drawing, and I thought “wouldn’t it be cool if Steven’s gem powers reacted the same way as Rose’s laser light canons if certain type of glyphs were used on it? like, mixing the wind and plant glyph will cause a stormy and explosive result?” This is my take on the gem and glyph combo in a what if scenario where Steven’s bubble is technically a bomb and it cracks open from pent up energy, almost like an egg, and an array of light will shoot out from it like a laser beam.

(Maybe I should’ve added more and added a drawing of Steven and Luz’s light forms, which would’ve transformed into Luven and attacked their targeted enemy. This is okay I think. Im just so glad I finished it somewhat.)

I have a feeling the gem combo is a last-resort type of deal, so Luven doesn’t use it that often unless necessary.

After finishing the drawing, I just had the weirdest idea. You know what they did with Harry Potter in the fourth book/movie? When Harry sees his parents? I just imagines that Luven will accidentally do something similar to that and meet an astral version of either Camilla or Rose.

Was that a little too angsty? I just though it would be convenient for character development and plot building.

I hope you liked the drawing. 🙂

[kirby-souljourney-au]

Morpho Knight!!! :D

Yay Mori!!!!!!!! It Marophim!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lesgo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fun fact: this form is actually a disguise. Mortal species aren’t meant to see Goddesses in their entirety, so Mori was told to disguise themself as something fitting. They chose to be a Butterfly, which are very common in Gamble Galaxy, for when they’re around others; when they’re alone, or only with Astrals or other Reapers, they look like this!

Their true form is far more Draconic. Big, bony wings, horns, clawed feet, and the like.

Trans bug info and hex codes under the cut! Trans bug trans bug

(Remember, ArtShield desaturates images put through it, so if you’re going to draw them, reference the listed hex codes!)

Full name: Marophim

Aliases: Morpho Knight, ‘Mori’

Species: Draconic Demigod

Planet of Origination: Concept Universe

Age: 20,890,968

Height: 7’0”

Gender: Biologically female; identifies as non-binary

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

Sexuality: Queer, asexual

S/O: Empress (joyfriend), Mirror-World Ione/Dark Meta Knight (boyfriend), Mirror-World Galacta/Mirogala (partner)

Family: Yacho’o (mother), Yway (sister), Yakii (sister), Ophanim (sister)

One of Yacho’o’s children, tasked with reaping lost souls.

In a romantic polycule with Empress and the Mirror-World versions of Ione and Galacta, otherwise known as Dark and Mirogala (or Miro). Does not currently plan on having children with any of them.

Child of a Goddess, though not reaching Ykka levels of power, they were born and raised to be among the most powerful Grim Reapers in the Multiverse. They’ve been reaping souls for most of their life, starting at 200 years old.

A kind and usually quiet person. They’re incredibly hyper-empathetic, and capable of sensing a person’s emotions due to countless years of exposure to Souls. As such, they’re very good at comforting others, and are one of the most understanding people on Popstar, without exaggeration.

Has lived in many places across their long lifetime, but has settled in a few places; most recently, they decided to live in Dreamland to help in training and protecting the planet’s guardian, Kirby. They’re not meant to interact with the living very often, because of their status as both a Demigod and Grim Reaper, so they don’t have many friends, but they make do with what they have, and they’re grateful.

Their weapon of choice is the Doomblade Ares, forged by their mother Yacho’o specifically for the purpose of reaping Souls. They also use their natural Fire magic on occasion, but not very commonly.

Hex codes

Both:

#171717 — Hair base

#1A1A1A — Skin

#3A3735 — Scars

#FFB062 — Wings fade / Loincloth fade

#FB7332 — Hair fade / Antennae / Inner ears

#D42214 — Wings base / Loincloth base

#FFE2D5 — Pupils

#FFFFFF — Eye whites / Freckles

Casual:

#3A2B23 — String 1

#A00909 — String 2

#FF591D — Kimono 1 (pattern using same colour with Morpho Glitter brush, brush blend mode Add, twice on same layer with alpha lock)

#FF8B41 — Kimono 2

#FFB97D — Kimono 3 (pattern using same colour with Victorian brush, layer blend mode Colour Burn)

#FFE1C8 — Kimono 4 (undershirt??????? Idk)

Armoured:

#000000 — Helmet accents

#4E0303 — Dress

#DF6024 — Armour accents

#E57D35 — Armour 4

#EFAC4D — Hand guards

#EEA870 — Armour 3

#EEC894 — Armour 2

#CDC8C6 — Armour 1

Wings:

#D42214 — Base

#FFB062 — Fade (effect using same colour with Clouds brush, layer blend mode Add, layer opacity 75%)

[dailycharacteroption]

Planar Scout (Ranger Archetype)

(art by thenSir on DeviantArt)

When one thinks of rangers and the planes beyond the material, one doesn’t typically make the leap in logic to combine them. After all, rangers live among nature, most typically the nature of the material universe. I mean, sure, technically you can pick a plane as your favored terrain, but it’s rarely anyone’s first choice unless the campaign is set on that plane and/or you’re speedrunning taking the Horizon Walker prestige class.

However, there are those that do in fact specialize in planar terrain, and more relevantly to today’s entry, those that draw power directly from their understanding of those planes.

Some may live in exotic communities on such planes, or may have become stranded there and forced to learn how to survive in such a strange environment that they were literally never adapted to biologically.

Regardless of the origins, these planar scouts become as intimately familiar with the nuances of surviving such locales as any ranger back on the material plane. (Which does beg the question of how or why the ranger doesn’t have to learn the tricks to survive in every single exotic biome the plane offers, as even supposed mono-environ planes like the elemental or energy planes have some variance in terrain if you go far enough, but that’s firmly in the realm of “Let’s not drag down the game with too much focus on the details.” Needless to say, the archetype does advise in a sidebar that you should break the incredibly vague “planes” favored terrain into multiple types based either on the individual planes or perhaps common threads and terrain types, such as crystalline caverns for certain parts of the elemental plane of earth plus some of the more rich spots in the underground of other planes.

So let’s take a look at what makes these scouts special.

Given their familiarity is not with mortal animals but those of the greater cosmos, it is unsurprising that these rangers express their empathy with extraplanar animals (and to a lesser extent true outsiders) in the same way that other rangers work with normal animals and magical beasts.

Naturally, these rangers only get to select different planar terrain types as they grow in power.

However, doing so doesn’t just provide the flat bonuses, for these rangers bond with a specific plane (most likely their earlier terrain choice) and gains a boon from doing so. This also infuses the ranger with the essence of the plane as well, meaning they also take on physical traits associated with the plane as well.

These boons take on many forms. Those that bond with a morally aligned plane would gain a blessing of guidance in combat against outsiders morally opposed to the plane, while those bonded to the astral get a short-ranged teleport. Those tied to the ether find their weapons can strike the incorporeal even if totally mundane, while those with links to the First World gain a limited healing factor. Those linked to the elemental planes gain anything from flight to the durability of rock to a flaming aura to becoming amphibious. Meanwhile, those tied to the shadow gain excellent nightvision and superior stealth. Naturally, this list isn’t perfectly comprehensive, but it does give a baseline for providing similar boons for the few planes that were not listed as well as any number of demiplanes.

Finally, these rangers also naturally have planar adaptation to their bonded plane and can even extend it to others, though they’ll still need magical assistance when it comes to other planes.

My biggest and only gripe with this archetype is that the planar bond boons don’t really scale with level for the most part, but this is a fun way to play up an expert on the practical survivalist side of actually living on a plane that doesn’t follow the same laws of physics and matter as what we see on earth or even the rest of the universe. If that appeals to you, I’d recommend using this archetype with pretty much any build that doesn’t center around either working with your allies or a pet, since you don’t get the normal hunter’s bond.

An interesting quirk of having a bond with anything is the assumption that the two have a mutual understanding, which is interesting to think about in the context of a ranger with this archetype. Other rangers may share a strong bond with companions, a beloved beast, or even nature itself with certain archetypes, but if this holds true to planar scouts, then that implies that the ranger has a connection to the living will of their absolute favorite plane. This isn’t as strange as it sounds, as at the very least the outer planes are literally made up of soulstuff with a specific morality and philosophy, which in turn assumes that the plane feels something analogous to sapient emotion and belief, albeit in an alien and vague way nearly incomprehensible to mortals. Could be worth exploring, whether it be kinship or just an understanding that the ranger absolutely refuses to let the hostility of the plane kill them.

A casino in Hell seems like one of the worst places to ever go by anyone with a reasonable understanding of probability even before factoring in that the house definitely cheats, and yet that is where the party must go to meet their contact. However, even getting there is an issue, for the gambling hall lies in a remote region of the Pit and only VIPs get fancy teleportation tokens to. As such, they’ll need a guide, someone who isn’t naturally inclined to betray them like a devil, but knows the terrain of the Pit like the back of their hand.

The Darkness is a plane where unseen things lurk in a realm without light or sight. Navigating it requires a proper guide, not just due to the hazards of the plane itself, but also the creatures that dwell within, including cabals of mystics that came to the plane to hone their craft, raising juju zombie servants to protect them.

Just as territorial as the rest of his people, the sahuagin Verkus is nonetheless not a vicious being, in part because he lives in a part of the Plane of Water that serves as a rich bounty and breadbasket. For a nominal fee, he can even show others the plane, though his company is not always pleasant.

[glade-constellation]

Tenebrous

My TSAMS self-insert, who I have finally gotten around to drawing!

Ten used to be a 100% normal human. They were hired as a Daycare Assistant by Fazbear to cover appearances. Having only animatronics in the daycare made some parent’s apprehensive, and the higher ups were upset at losing money over it. They may be a shit company, and they know they’re a shit company, but they have to at least appear as if they have a good reputation. Ten was brought onto the team a little after the episode “Montgomery Gator is the WORST Daycare ATTENDANT”.

Later on, Ten becomes corrupted by Negative Star Power. (Still working out the hows and whys, as Ten was created a while ago and a lot of canon has been added or changed.) It manifests in them as kind of a mix between a werewolf and a symbiote from Venom. The creature Ten can become isn’t completely separate from them as a person. They are still themself no matter what form they take. It’s more of a difference in mental function. The creature is more “animalistic”, and fall a lot more naturally into physically lashing out and causing destruction if threatened. A lot of Ten’s story is coming to terms with the fact that these emotions and feelings are still theirs, just the darker and more repressed ones. A lot of questioning about identity and morality, and the fine line of what actually makes a person evil. Ten is never able to control their negative form until they accept their full identity and sense of self, and accept what that means.

They also have to survive not getting obliterated by the Astrals during all that. Fun.

There are two versions of Ten’s story. There’s the realistic approach where Ten’s presence doesn’t change much of canon, and then the happy ending where nobody dies (or they all come back to life). In the realistic one, Ten would end up forming a strong bond with Sun, then Eclipse much farther down the line, then Ruin. In the happier version it’s Eclipse, then Ruin, then Sun. They’re also really good friends with Earth and Lunar, no matter the dimension.

There will be more content about them at some point <3

[videogamelover99]

[Gravity Falls] Waking Days Ch. 3: The Master of the Mind

Summary: Bill Cipher is reborn, but not in the way he would have wanted. Stuck as a mortal and relying on those who brought his downfall, he realizes that maybe he didn't lie as hard as he should have. [AO3 Link] Characters: Bill Cipher, Mabel Pines, Dipper Pines, Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines, Jheselbraum the Unswerving, The Axolotl Pairings: past BillFord Rating: T

A/N: Hope you like this new chapter! Thank you to @megxolotl and @nexstage for beta-reading. Enjoy!

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The mindscape opened up around Bill, casting the Mystery Shack’s living room in fuzzy greyscale. Bill’s human prison lay beneath him, fast asleep on the couch. Human astral projection wasn’t exactly rocket science, but the cute little speck of power he’d retrieved from the rift gave him access to something far better: the squealing minds of others. His projected consciousness could take any form he wished, and it was a blast to have his snazzy three-sided form back, if temporarily.

Ha! Couldn’t have predicted this, Frills?

He had some housekeeping to do. The mindscape let him interact with his mind, and Bill spent the first night eagerly sorting through the scraps of information his memory was trying desperately to hold on to. A human mind was not meant for trillions of years’ worth of memories, and it had a pesky habit of prioritizing things that it deemed “important”, and throwing the rest out with the garbage. Bill had to dig stuff up from a pile of discarded and disintegrating memories and cram it into corners it couldn’t escape from. It was like lying about cleaning your room, only to shove everything under the bed and hope Mom wouldn’t notice.

Once he was sure he wouldn’t lose whatever remains of his infinite knowledge left to him, Bill finally got to the real fun. He poked around the town, invading sleeping heads and only causing minor chaos in his wake. He didn’t want to give himself away that easily. 

Well. Lazy Susan sure liked cats.

Dipper’s nightmare of fighting parents and disintegrating nuclear families took a backseat to one about twelve-headed pigs. 

One peek into Sheriff Blub’s brain: it was a play-by-play of Mabel’s trashy romance novels. 

One peek in Deputy Durland’s brain, and he had to pour caustic soda in his eye. Humans were such freaks.

There were two minds Bill had to keep from, if only for now. Sixer was too likely to recognize his presence. As for Stanley…

He didn’t want to see Stanley’s mind ever again. 

Bill kept searching. One of these small-town hicks was bound to find another rift, another crumb of his power. All he had to do was play nice.

It was only a matter of time. 

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Learning to play nice, however, was harder than it looked.

"So, anyway, this is why-" Mabel Pines' cheerful voice grated on him as she prattled about something one of her little friends did. They sat on the floor in the attic, surrounded by a pillow fort the twins had constructed, and Bill attempted to look like he was listening. He noticed the stained-glass window that used to hold his face had been replaced by some boring plexiglass. Boo. 

"Hey, Billy-"

"I told you not to call me that," he snapped. "What?"

“I’ve decided,” she said it like it was a monumental announcement. “I’m going to help you!”

Well, that was easier than expected. “Finally got a taste for world domination?”

“Nope, try again!”

“You’ve come to your senses and realized replacing all the eggs in the fridge with baby heads is the most hilarious thing ever?”

“Wrong again! I’m gonna help you…” Mabel stood up on her bed and struck a dramatic pose. “Be a better person!”

That sent him into sudden fits of hysterical laughter.

“You might not believe it now, but I do!” she jumped off the bed, her face deathly serious. “Being a good person is like sports, you get better at it if you practice. All you need is the right coach!”

“You lost me at ‘person’.”

“You’re a person, silly!”

“That’s the problem.”

“No, it isn’t!” She flung open one of the drawers and took out a sketchbook. “Here.” She flipped to the right page and pointed at a drawing of a triangle with an eye and a big angry eyebrow. Pretty good. The flames were a nice touch. “This is you, and this…” She drew a line through his face and colored everything below in red. “Is your badness level.”

“I’m not a fluffy marketable blue alien created by a gaslighting, monopolistic entertainment company.”

Mabel learned to ignore his asides. She looked him up and down and pursed her lips like she was conspiring something. It was kind of adorable, but Bill was pretty sure that whatever it was would occupy the rest of the day with pointless side quests, and he needed to get a move on if he wanted to find more rifts. 

“Oh wow, would you look at the time! Catch ya on the flip side, kid-” He made it to the door before Mabel appeared before him, blocking his only escape. 

“Not so fast, mister. Hey!” He picked her up and deposited her out of the way. Weight was still an annoying concept, and she was heavy for her size. 

He was halfway down the stairs when she said: “I’ll get Grunkle Stan to drop that grudge he’s been carrying!”

That made him pause. Walking around the shack without worrying about the old geezer’s retaliation for those pranks would be nice.

He climbed back up and plopped down on the pillow fort. Mabel looked way too smug for someone who was just picked up like a delivery package, so he flipped her hair over her face. “You’ve got one hour,” he said as she sputtered and coughed up hair.

—

Lesson 1: Apologies. Know how to admit you’re wrong!

“Hey, Fez.”

“What do you want?”

“My bad about the glue shoes.”

“Is this some kinda trick?”

“Me? No way, never. By the way, you might wanna check your bed for blood-sucking gnomes. Not for any particular reason.”

He got away before the rolling pin Stan tossed could hit him. Mabel facepalmed.

—

Lesson 2: Good Deeds. Do something without expecting anything in return.

“Why, thank you. Such a nice young man. My sight had been bad ever since my cataracts set in.”

“Sure. Woah, this weighs a ton!”

“Oh! I brought cookies, my secret recipe. I can only bake them once a year, and I wanted to give something to the grandkids.”

…

“My, this bag weighs a lot less than I remember.”

“Look at you, so strong from all that heavy lifting!”

“Oh, I suppose so!”

The old lady left, and Bill held out his armful of cookies. “Want one?”

Mabel angrily munched on the stolen treat.

—

Lesson 3: Compliments! Say something nice about someone else!

“Hey, what a haircut!”

“Oh, thank you!”

“Reminds me of this one guy I met from Dimension 323. Had tentacles for teeth and teeth for eyes. Great guy, he’d make this crazy cocktail out of pineapple juice, vodka, and fingernails…”

They watched as the man shuddered and scrambled away, his face turning green by the second.

“Can’t handle a compliment. This guy’s got issues.”

Mabel groaned into her notepad.

—

“So, how’s it going?” Dipper trailed off when his sister let out a moan of pure anguish. “I’m guessing not good.”

“This was awful, Dipper!” Mabel leaped to her feet from her sad curl on the pavement and paced back and forth. “I’ve tried everything! Compliments, apologies, acts of kindness, it’s like he can’t do anything unless he gets something out of it or makes someone miserable because he thinks it’s funny! Who lives like that?!”

“Bill.” 

“Aaaagh!” Mabel tugged on her hair in frustration.

“Hey, maybe it’s time for a change of plans,” Dipper offered. “I mean, I told you. The guy is the worst. Maybe you have to accept that he’s terrible, with or without your help, and move on.”

“I can’t."

“Why?”

“Because I brought him back!”

Dipper frowned. “Mabel…”

“I shook his hand, right? So I’m responsible for him.” Mabel stopped pacing and scowled at the ground. “I don’t want him to end up hurting anyone because of me.” She looked at the bench some twenty feet away, where Bill lay sprawled on the seat, fast asleep. “And now he’s napping.” She said, a little bitterly.

“He’s been doing that a lot lately.” Dipper sent the ex-demon a suspicious glance. 

“Yeah,” Mabel went quiet. 

“Let’s go wake him up and give him a piece of our mind.”

Mabel yanked him back by the arm. “Dipper, wait! Just…just let him sleep, okay? He probably needs it.”

Confusion, exasperation, and a fond sort of pride all fought inside Dipper. “He doesn’t deserve your sympathy, Mabel.”

“Well, I’m giving it anyway,” she huffed. “Because I’m a good person!”

—

He didn’t have a lot of time, out in the open like this, but hey, he worked with what he got. Bill peeked through a dozen minds or so, no sign of a rift or anything like it. The guy with the haircut was still crying in the bathroom. Nice.

“Come on, give me something.”

He knew there was more than one rift. He knew, because this town had a habit of attracting chaos and entropy and because a calamity of this size wouldn’t stop at one little crack.

A calamity of this size would destroy you, too.

Ugh, not him. 

You invoked me. I am always here.

Oh yeah? Ever heard of privacy? Boundaries? Not being a creep?

This is coming from someone whose main occupation was watching everyone and everything.

…Touché. 

Even you cannot escape what’s to come.

They’ll see about that, won’t they? Once he had his powers back, some multidimensional rip in the fabric of the universe wouldn’t be much of a problem.

You are a fool.

“And you’re an irritating, holier-than-thou waste of space!”

He didn’t realize that he’d yelled it out loud, into the mindscape. But he had, and the Axolotl was silent for a moment before he once again spoke: Pursue this for as long as you wish. It is fruitless. You cannot escape your vow to me. 

“Yeah yeah. Get lost.”

And he did. Not really, Bill could still feel the Axolotl’s presence hovering somewhere nearby, and it drove him crazy to know everything he did was being scrutinized by some huge, ugly, annoying- 

Huh, that was weird. 

The mind he found nearby, well, there was something off about it. It was hard to notice, like a hiccup in space-time, but Bill has done this song and dance for eons. The girl herself was fast asleep, her head on the storefront counter. Bill vaguely recognized her as that enthusiastic cashier girl who vowed to destroy all clothing without pockets. Heh, fun times.

He floated up next to her and poked the distortion with a finger. 

There it was again. Sparks, glitching for a split second before fading out. It was a lot like the static aura surrounding Mabel’s pet pig.  

Bill stared at it for a few moments. Then he laughed. Weeks of mind-numbing human boredom and now finally, something interesting.

He hesitated, for a moment, on whether or not to enter the cashier girl’s mind. It wasn’t like anything could happen to him in the mindscape, not really, but-

Scoffing at the idea, Bill let himself right in.

“Woah!”

Cashier Girl’s exterior sure matched her interior. A dark hallway of a nightclub filled with punk rock posters by groups from the 90s, complete with DOWN WITH THE SYSTEM graffiti was about what Bill had expected. And hey, he could respect consistency and vision, if anything. Anarchy was still his wheelhouse, even if it was packaged in outdated punk rock aesthetics. 

What he was pretty sure didn’t belong there were the tendrils of white static, crawling around corners like a glitched-out video game screen. 

A sharp, colorful tendril reached out toward him. Bill swatted it away. “Back off, pal. You’re picking a fight you can’t win.”

The tendril quickly retreated, cowering in the corner. Man, it felt good to be back.

“What are you supposed to be?”

Bill didn’t jump. He definitely didn’t screech, and summon a handful of flames he quickly snuffed out. Because he wasn’t startled, Bill couldn’t startle, he was the All-Seeing-Eye!

“Hey, man, you ok?”

That was when he realized the posters weren’t rock bands, but memories. On the poster behind him, Cashier Girl was looking at him as she sat under a large willow tree, on top of a black and white colored picnic blanket. 

So maybe spending so much time trapped in an awkward meat sack made him rusty. Bill straightened his tie and pretended none of that had happened. Because it didn’t. “Heya. Nice digs. Great decor. The fluorescent lighting really brings the whole eye-sore together.”

“You’re a triangle,” said the girl.

“Yup,” said Bill.

“How does that, like, work?”

It was awkward, having a conversation through the metaphysical representation of the border between someone’s memory and their mind, so Bill let himself in, settling on the other corner of the picnic blanket, one leg crossed over the other. “Hey, not my fault humanity’s dimensional awareness started and ended at the number three! You think your pencil drawings don’t watch you while you sleep?”

Cashier Girl reached out a finger toward his side, which Bill slapped away lightly. “Yeesh, what’s with all the unwarranted touching in here? You got a problem or something?”

“Sorry, it’s just-” She angled her neck around him as if checking if he was actually flat.

“Hey, kid, my eye’s up here.”

“Uh-huh.” She looked at him up and down again, “Are you like, the Hat Man or something?”

“Did you seriously compare me to that miserable gangly hack?” Bill rolled his eye. “He can’t even manifest without allergy pills! Nah, kid, I’m the dream demon real deal,  your good old pal Bill-”

Wait. 

“Demon, huh? Cool,” the girl frowned. “You kinda look like all that graffiti in the town I work in. Gravity Falls?”

“Wow, what a crazy coincidence. DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT!”

He took in his surroundings a bit more. It was pitch black, with a small, cool breeze blowing through the grass underneath the blanket and shifting the strands of willow above them. Behind the tree was a small clearing filled with gravestones, green and mossy with age. A plaque on the rusted-up wire fence read FAIRVIEW CEMETERY.

Fairview wasn’t far from Gravity Falls. So this kid was an out-of-towner. Luckily, she didn’t recognize him.

Cashier Girl shrugged. “I come here all the time.” 

Ding! Another point for manic pixie dream girl! Three more and we might even find a sad, mediocre boy to attach!

He didn’t say that out loud, obviously. “Gotta respect your gusto, kid! Say, how’s about you tell your old pal Bill about whatever’s going on there.” He pointed at the window to the rest of the mindscape. From this side of things, it looked like there was a poster floating in the air.

“Oh, that,” Cashier Girl frowned. “That started a while ago. Ever since I got that job at the mall.”

“And did you see anything… weird?”

“Yeah, I mean…” She shook her head, looking frustrated. “There was this like, multicolored light?”

Now they were getting somewhere. Lemme guess, a tear in space-time did some damage to your psyche. Bill extended his arm until it was three times as long, looping it around the girl’s shoulders. “Lay it on me! Consider it a free consultation: you’re talking to the Master of the Mind, you know,” he winked and manifested two cups of tea in front of them. 

The girl tentatively reached for hers. “Well, there was this like, tear. I think? In a wall. Inside it were these oil-spill lights?”

She was gonna lead him straight to the jackpot. After days of frustration and nothing, Bill felt like cackling. “And lemme guess, you touched it, and it backfired?”

She shrugged. She looked down at the tea and made a face.

Bill floated toward her until his eye was inches away from hers. “Where did you see it?”

“Oh, um,” she put her finger to her chin, frowning. “I don’t remember.”

“Ha! Obviously, I should’ve-” Bill’s excited speech stopped short. “What do you mean, you don’t remember?”

She shrugged again. “Sorry. It’s like there’s this static.” She pointed to her head.

Bill rubbed his eye in frustration. “Do you remember anything? At all?”

“Well, it was dark.”

“ And?”

“And…I think my boss was there.” Cashier Girl frowned in thought. “Wait, why would she be there?”

“...Great!” He threw his hands up. The teacup fell onto the blanket, tea spilling and staining the cloth. “Okay! Sure! I can work with this! Who’s your boss, kid?”

“So how do I get rid of it?”

“What?”

“You said it’s a ‘free consultation’,” said Cashier Girl. “So how do I get rid of the gross staticky stuff?”

Bill looked back through the poster at the rest of the mindscape. The Cashier Girls in the other memories were watching them curiously. The spiderweb, static-like tendrils wiggled around like maggots. “How’s about this: I’ll know how to get rid of it if you tell me where I can find your boss.”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” He floated up to her eye level. “See, this kinda stuff is hard to get rid of. It’s like a curse, it eats away at you, body and mind and all until you’re nothing but a big sad pile of madness in a white-padded cell!”

“Oh.”

“So, the only way to clear the gunk: find the origin point. Capiche?” He waved his hand in the air. “We’ll do a little cleansing ritual, you know, nothing fancy, get all the tough stains out, and voila! Brand new mindscape! Madness-free! How’s that sound?”

“Yes?”

“Great! It’s a deal!” He reached out a hand, expecting the familiar crackle of blue flame to appear. But it was just his hand, and for a moment Bill simply stared at it, momentarily forgetting the last few weeks. Right. Can’t make binding deals anymore. That frilly bastard took that, too.

The girl hesitantly shook his hand. “Deal.” She paused. “I’m not, like, gonna find out I owe my firstborn to you, right?”

“Psh, why would I want your firstborn? Babies are smelly tyrants with too much time on their hands. Just help me find that rift, kid. The rest’s on the house.”

“Okay,” she said hesitantly. “By the way, is there an eyeball in this tea?”

—

“Look at you,” said Jheselbraum as she knelt by the translucent barrier that held Waddles. The monstrous, corrupted pig oinked in several different voices.

“Mabel is convinced that’s him demanding treats,” Ford said.

“Of course, it is. I speak pig.”

“You do?”

Jheselbraum held his gaze for a good moment before laughing. “No.  But I’m flattered you would think so.” She took a carrot from a nearby bucket of treats Mabel started keeping in Ford’s study and pressed a button to lower the barrier enough to toss it in. The carrot landed between three hungry, gaping pig mouths, and they fought each other as they devoured it. 

“Is there a way to fix him?” Ford asked.

“Maybe. The energy that did this to him came from Bill’s dimension, but it’s more than that. It’s the same energy that’s feeding those cracks.”

“So if we find a cure for Waddles….” 

“We will find a cure for the rift.” 

Stanford watched the pig blink at him as if expecting more treats. For the first time in a long while, he felt the glimmer of optimism rear its head in his heart. “Let’s get to work, then.”

—

Stan walked past Greasy’s, noticing the unusual crowd at the door. That ratty little diner never got this much traction, even during tourist season.

He was tempted to snoop around, if only to find out what they were doing and how to steal whatever new gimmick got those people through the doors. Shrugging off the mantle of Mr. Mystery was harder than he realized. 

Maybe later. As he reached the general store, he tried the handle. It didn't budge. 

Huh. The store had pretty damn consistent working hours for 30 straight years. He peered through the window. 

“They’re not in,” said a voice. Stan turned and saw one of Wendy’s teen friends. She didn’t look up from her phone as she said: “Everyone’s been holed up at Greasy’s.”

“Oh yeah? What’s at Greasy’s?”

“Beats me, some kinda town meeting. It’s been crowded all afternoon.”

Stan swallowed nervously and looked back down Main Street at the bustling diner. His first worry was that their attempt at hiding Bill had turned out pretty lousy, and the thought of a parade of justifiably scared town citizens filling their yard, carrying pitchforks and torches, did not make him any less nervous.

“Guess I should check it out,” he said.

“I literally don’t care,” said the teen.

—

“There are a few materials we could try,” Jheselbraum stood in front of the chalkboard and scribbled out a formula while Stanford watched from his desk chair. He hadn’t slept well, but that hadn’t been unusual for the past few weeks. He did his best to focus as his interdimensional friend dropped the chalk and picked up something she’d brought with her: a purple, semi-translucent scarf. “Imagine the fabric of existence as a tightly interwoven net. It’s hard to break, but with enough torn strings it can come apart easily. And strings are most easily torn at the seams,” With that, Ford watched, surprised, as she tore the scarf in half with her hands.

“Er, that wasn’t anything valuable, I hope?”

Jheselbraum stared at the torn pieces in her hands, realizing what she’d just done. “...I’ll make a new one.” She tossed the pieces aside. “The rift is a tear in space-time, most likely to be found at the seams of a dimension, where reality is the weakest. And the more they appear, the more likely it is for the entire fabric to come undone.” She gestured to the chalkboard. “The fabric of reality is made of logic and systems, not cloth, but the principle is the same.”

“And the tear was made by a high concentration of weirdness?”

“Yes. Weirdness, chaos, entropy, whatever you wish to call it.” Jheselbraum pointed at the first half of the formula. “Chaos is an imbalance, a surplus of energy. Without Bill Cipher as an agent to channel it, the Nightmare Realm is overflowing with that energy. Your dimension will be the most affected, having been the one directly in contact with the Nightmare Realm a year ago. But there are ways to channel that energy, ground it, using magically made materials. If we create some of them, and test them-”

“We can sew the hole in reality back together.”

“You’re catching on.” The Oracle smiled. 

But Ford was busy thinking of something she’d said. “‘Without Bill Cipher’. You mean he’s been preventing this?”

Jheselbraum’s smile instantly vanished, replaced by mild annoyance. “Yes and no. Technically, he caused this a year ago when he tried to take over your dimension. But he was made of that energy, and energy doesn’t just go away. When he died, all the power that he wielded got stuck in between this world and his.” 

“It’s either Bill or the universe ending?” Stanford swallowed. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

Jheselbraum just shrugged. “The universe doesn’t exactly care about fair.” She stared at the chalkboard for a moment, brow furrowed. It was much easier to read her expressions now that she had a human face. “There’s something that’s been bothering me.”

“What is it?”

She tapped the numbers she’d scribbled down. “Even with the surplus of energy, it shouldn’t be… altering matter. Not at such a rate anyway. It takes millions of years for a lifeform to be corrupted like that. But with Waddles, it seemed to happen within minutes, if not seconds.” She shook her head. “Entropy is inevitable, but it’s not instantaneous. It’s almost as if whatever corrupted Waddles pushed it forward.”

Ford shuddered. “You’re implying it was done deliberately? By someone?”

“…I wouldn’t jump to that conclusion just yet.”

“Bill,” Ford said immediately. “If it was anyone-”

“It wasn’t him,” she said calmly. “He’s powerless.”

“Or he wants us to think that!” Ford ran a hand through his hair, thinking of all the worst possible scenarios. Had Bill been playing them all for fools? Had he really been at their mercy this whole time? Or had he just been waiting for the right moment?

The Oracle regarded him with an unwavering gaze, almost like she knew exactly what he was thinking. “Ford, he’s a drama queen. And horribly impatient. Do you really think he’s spent so long pretending and putting himself in humiliating situations on purpose?”

Ford breathed out slowly. “Alright, I see your point. But J-…” he suddenly remembered that she’d gone by a different name at some point, and felt a rush of shame that he’d forgotten it. “Nora? Forgive me, I’m not sure what you prefer.”

Her gaze softened momentarily. “I’ve gone by many names. The one you know me by is just the latest. The other one…is very old.” She looked past him. “Call me whatever you like.”

“Nora,” he amended. He felt a little thrill at addressing such a renowned creature by a name he assumed not many knew. “If it’s not Bill…”

Then what could have done this?

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Hello Flicker, I hope life is treating you well. So a few questions, so let's go.

What was Asha like while she was still working at the palace? Her relationship with her mother, grandfather and royal couple? Did she feel relatively happy? Why was she taken there? Does she have opinions on this? What was her and her father's relationship with the stars like and how did it change after his death? Does Asha have any perspective for her own future, something she sees herself doing? Would she die for someone or would she think about self-preservation because her dying would mean causing her mother and grandfather another loss and pain? Would she die for Sueño even though she knew it would devastate him and cause her family pain if it was for the greater good? How does she handle arguments? Does she like to wear her hair down on any occasion? Sometimes she, just like her instinct, craves violence before repressing it? What makes you happy? Does she have any favorite sweets? Does she have nightmares about the past? Does Mag use this against her at some point (please say yes!) Do she and Dahlia still have any contact? How do her cultural roots manifest in her everyday life? Does she have a favorite memory with her dad?

What was Sueño's life like at Astral Real? Did he have any "legal guardian" responsible for him, due to being the equivalent of a child? What was the act of love that created it? Do stars themselves feel romantic feelings or something similar? Is stars falling in love with humans something relatively common or has it at least happened before? Now remembering Au de Any, how do stars die and does this influence its culture? Has Sueño ever been afraid of dying at Mag's hands? How is the magic taken from him? It hurts? Was his room really that small for him to have claustrophobia or was it just in comparison to the general sky and hence the panic? Was he a naughty child? Did he have friends there? Has he ever tried to escape before it inevitably goes wrong? Does he have a favorite universe? Has Amaya ever visited it alone to study it like the nerd she is? And if so did he feel even more trapped as an object of study? Does he think being locked up is humiliating? How does not being able to communicate affect him since he was apparently quite talkative, does he feel frustrated at not being able to communicate? Did Mag and Amaya ever make fun of him for this? Does Sueño hate them? If so, does he hate them equally or Mag more? What is his true form? Did he come to have general resentment towards humanity at some point? Does he know anything about Mag's past? Why does he feel guilty?

...annnd that's it. for now;-) (a big hug!!)

RFTS!AU AskBox #1

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Lmaooo THANKS so much for the paragraph of questions! Didn’t realise how much you really want to know for this AU. I’m touched. 🥹💖✨

I might not be able to answer all of them at the moment because ~SPOILERS~ so sorry about that.

ASHA:

1. What was Asha like while she was working at the palace?

As a little girl growing up there, she mostly stayed in the castle guest room she and her mother were given and draw or read the hours away. Poor child was not as talkative and lively ever since her dream of becoming just like her father someday beside him was crushed. As she got older, Asha started offering help to Sakina and other workers in the castle, still keeping to herself.

If she has something in her mind, Asha is most likely to keep it to herself out of fear of being shut down.

She’s a girl who aspires to be more but is scared to get her hopes up in case they get crushed again. She’s really going to learn that it’s okay to “Reach for the Stars” and have hope. Even if it’s scary.

……….

2. Why was she taken there and what are her opinions on it? Was she happy there?

Asha and Sakina were taken to the castle as a humble offer from the royals after their home was destroyed in a fire, along with her father’s life in it.

I mostly took inspiration of this idea from the line “If your home were to crumble….I’d let you live here for free.”

Magnifico explained it that since Tomás was his dear apprentice assistant for some time, it’s only right to look after his family after all he has done for him. Asha and her mom won’t have to worry about a thing and all they have to do is repay their kindness by offering their service in the castle. (I hear people who work in the castle have a higher chance of getting their wishes granted too :)

Asha’s opinion on the situation? She’s not sure about it. She’s grateful for the royals’ generosity and she finds it fair enough that they help at the castle. Buuuuut, there’s something so restricting about it that she can’t make sense. Their schedule has limited breaks and Asha could almost barely find the time and energy to draw or do whatever she likes. Neither does her mom.

(Also, her boss just stinks- But you didn’t hear that from me 🤫)

Plus, she strangely feels like someone is always watching her back or something…

……..

3. Asha’s relationship with Sakina, Sabino and the Royal Couple.

Asha loves her mother and appreciates her effort, but she’s concerned of the fact that Sakina is no longer able to pursue her passion in being a seamstress. Meanwhile, Sakina is saddened that the spark in her daughter’s eyes has faded. She’s the one who tries to convince Asha to reconnect with her friends whom she drifted apart with. (Something that Asha procrastinates with too)

Fun fact! Sabino is not Asha’s paternal grandfather in this AU. He’s the kingdom’s retired royal advisor who’s friends with Tomás and has sort of watched Magnus grow up over the years until he inherited the throne. Because of Sabino’s relationship with her father, Asha visits him at least once a week and they treat each other like family.

(She has called him ‘Saba’ at one point and she wanted to just die right then and there. Lol. He didn’t mind.)

Asha views Amaya sort of like another mother figure who’s there to comfort her if she messes up. Amaya has actually persuaded her husband to take Asha as his assistant, claiming that the position would help her gain confidence and allow Asha to participate in helping Rosas just like she wanted. It’s not like she had other reasons for that. Nooooooooo……

Asha’s opinion on Magnifico isn’t….pretty. Mag puts his best face when they’re in public but ever since Asha became his assistant, Asha can already tell how irritated he is at her presence. He thinks she’s too intuitive like her dad. The poor girl feels like she’s walking on eggshells around this man.

………

3. What was her and her father’s relationship like with the stars and how did it change after his death?

As I said before, Tomás was the previous king’s apprentice and then Magnifico’s assistant for a few years. He would come back home a bit late in the night and shower his family with all the love like he hasn’t seen them in days. He’s a fun and chill guy whose high ambitions balances out Sakina’s more realistic view on life.

Tomás would tell Asha her favorite stories before she goes to bed and encourage her to create drawings and gifts and initiate with her 7 bestest friends. Other than working at the castle, Tomás is an astrologer and philosopher at heart with beliefs in Wishing Stars, and Asha dreams to grow up to be like him. Back then when she wasn’t afraid to dream big and hope for the best.

That was before tragedy struck of course…

……

4. Does Asha have something she sees herself doing? Anything for the future?

If she does, Asha doesn’t let herself hold onto it too much since the possibility of it is slim. At least that’s what she thinks. Boy, if only she knew my plot outline for her….

…….

5. Would she die for someone or hesitate? Would she die for Sueño?

I meaaaaaan, I’d say that her being a loving person is both her strength and weakness.

………

6. How does Asha handle arguments?

She’s not one to start arguments sooo she bites her tongue from snapping anything back.

……….

7. Does she like to wear her hair down on any occasion?

Yeah sometimes, when she’s outside and the wind just blows on her hair. But most often, she braids it up so it won’t get into her face when working.

…….

8. Does Asha ever crave violence?

Nooooo. That’s Valentino’s thing.

………

9. Does she have any favorite sweets?

She used to like the cookies she’d bake together with Dahlia and her other friends. Hehe, good times~

………

10. Does she have any nightmares about the past and does Magnifico uses this against her at some point?

Hmmmm, idk. Hopefully nothing too terrible that will come to bite her in the arse sometime in the future. Hopefully not a wish that Mag could easily take to his own advantage….

Am I that mean? (Yes, yes I am.)

……..

11. Does she and Dahlia still have any contact?

Asha finds Dahlia in the royal kitchen at times since the girl’s parents are the royal cooks. She mostly bakes though. But they haven’t had a proper conversation for years after Asha had grown distant and closed in after her father’s death. Now, it’s just awkward small-talk, not like before when they were the bestest friends.

Besides, Asha struggles to socialise with her old friends again due to that gap of unfamiliarity that time had made and she feels like she’s intruding into their lives anyway.

……..

12. How do her cultural roots manifest in her everyday life?

Her old home has a European exterior and North African interior as it was said in the Wish art book. She’s also one to value hard-work, which is why the easy talents gifted by the king to his citizens give her some weird vibes. She’s also unnerved by how Rosas’ citizens are SO obsessed with the idea of having a wish granted one day.

Plus, Asha almost never goes out without at least some of her jewellery and her doodles in her sketchbook, I like to imagine, could be some references to the cool patterns and designs shown in the Wish Artbook.

……

13. Does Asha have a favourite memory with her dad?

Before the night skies strangely became too cloudy, Asha and Tomás would sit outside their house and stargaze, where he would tell her plenty of mythical stories about the magical beings that watch over them from above.

……….

14. What makes her happy?

Whenever she gets to create and just be able to forget her worries even just for a little bit by sketching. Or just playing around with Valentino. Just doing anything just to see someone happy makes her feel all warm inside. Asha is very empathetic and wants others to not feel the same crushing loss she had. She’ll listen as much as they need to, even if the same treatment isn’t done to her.

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Star/Sueño:

1. What was Sueño’s life like in the Astral Realm?

As free as a baby deer in the forest and as ‘Hakuna Matata’ as life there could be. He was happy to be there, don’t get me wrong. There’s limited worries and fun with being a young starling just listening to the Wish flowers’ melody of “I Want” songs and looking into the sparkling rivers to human-watch in his universe.

But most often though, he daydreams on what it must feel like to go down there just like the other older and mature Wishing Stars.

………….

2. Did he have a “legal guardian” responsible for him in childhood?

A star with lots of experience and has helped grant a very difficult but very special wish from the deepest heart is usually granted to become an “Alpha Star.” There are multiple from each universe and because of their experience, they usually look after and guide younger starlings.

They are also very special because they’re the only ones that can permanently grant a wish. “Non-Alpha Stars” can’t. Sueño had his universe’s “Alpha Stars” who helped guide him how wishes and his magic works.

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3. What was the “Act of Love” that created him?

Yes, stars gain consciousness or are ‘born’ when a mutual and first Act of True Love between two mortals shoot up to the sky and magically brings a ball of burning gas to life. Platonic, familial, or romantic doesn’t really matter. From the time they are born, stars are familiar with the development or falls of that relationship that gave them life until the end.

Idk what to call those pair of two people yet without sounding weird. I don’t want to call them a star’s parents since there’s such thing as platonic love giving life to them. Aaaand that might be a bit awkward? (If y’all have an idea on what, I’d appreciate the help 😅)

Anyways, I’d like you to know that there would be a point that stars will eventually live out their ‘creators’ since they have a far longer lifespan. Unfortunately for some of them, very young stars, even those that were just born, could already have their ‘creators’ pass away. So they’re ‘orphaned’ in a way.

I may or may not be saying that Sueño is a star that gets uncomfortable with mentioning the idea about his pair of ‘creators.’

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4. Do stars themselves feel romantic feelings and is it a common experience to feel with humans before?

Friendships with their wish-maker is common. Even when their job is done and they have to return, that doesn’t stop them from watching over their friend in the sky though. But romantically??

It’s not impossible and it’s not a crime to develop romantic feelings since one can’t help it. But it’s also highly NOT recommended to pursue a romance with a human as it would only further cloud their judgment, leading to biased choices that could cause severe consequences.

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5. How do stars die and how does it affect them?

They can die, sure, but not in a very long while because of their lifespan of over a million years. I imagine they just die once their core gets weaker and weaker until it no longer has enough magic to hold their stardust together and their light just gets dimmer until they disintegrate.

The core of a Wishing Star is the most vital part of themselves and is the source of their Wish and Stellar Magic. If anything happens to it, it significantly causes negative effects to the star. Let’s just hope nothing bad happens to Sueño’s, am I right?

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6. Has Sueño ever been afraid of dying in Mag’s hands?

Everyday.

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7. How is his magic taken from him and does it hurt?

Believe me when I say what Mag did on him was far worse than what you probably think.

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8. Was his room really that small for him to have claustrophobia, or was it just in comparison to the general sky and hence the panic?

I’m not sure his prison can really be called a ‘room.’ But it’s enough to definitely trigger his claustrophobia. Actually, anything that makes him feel like he can’t move or feel imprisoned again makes him feel completely itchy and uncomfortable. In severe cases, it causes a panic attack.

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9. Was he a naughty child?

You have no idea.

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10. Did Sueño have any friends in the Astral Realm?

Plenty actually. :D

He’s actually considered a bit of an oddball because he just has this unique fascination with humans and the wonder of visiting their realm at a very early age. The other stars usually are in no rush to become official wishing stars. They become one once they’ve answered “one important and special question” and had completed their own quest down in the Human Realm.

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11. Has Sueño ever tried an escape attempt?

Yep, multiple times in his first few years of captivity. But at some point, you just have to accept that escape is futile in this scenario.

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12. Does Sueño have a favourite universe?

Sueño loves his home universe a lot actually. (Who knows if he still feels the same way….)

But if he were to choose his second favourite, it’s probably that one where this one young boy goes on an adventure on a flying ship in space to find a planet filled with treasure.

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13. Has Amaya ever visited him alone to study him like the nerd she is? If so, what’s Sueño’s opinion on being an object of study?

It’s kind of hard to do that when your subject is kept imprisoned in a dark-magic enchanted star-shaped tablet and is unwilling to cooperate.

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14. Does he ever think being locked up is humiliating?

Humiliating is the last word he’d describe his predicament when he’s literally fearing for the worst everyday.

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15. Does Sueño ever feel frustrated at not being able to communicate since he can be quite talkative? Has the Royal Couple ever made fun of him for this?

Yep, definitely. Imagine not being able to be heard when you want to say something. That doesn’t happen in the Astral Realm, but why here? I guess one of the things Sueño really wants is to be understood and listened to.

The Royal Couple? Well obviously, what do you think? It makes their plan easier if their prisoner can’t communicate the typical way.

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16. Does Sueño hate the Royal Couple? Does he hate them equally or does he hate Magnifico more?

He has complex feelings about them. That’s for sure.

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17. What is his true form?

Sueño doesn’t have one. He can shift in to whatever he wants but none of them is his default form. :)

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18. Did he come to have a general resentment towards humans at some point?

I wouldn’t say resentment but just a general distrust. It’s not Sueño’s character to wish great harm towards anyone at all. But when push comes to shove, could you honestly blame him? (Yes, I am referring to the ‘you-know-what’ moment)

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19. Does he know anything about Mag’s past?

Way more than he lets on…..

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20. Why does he feel guilty?

That’s for me to know and for you to find out :33

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Let me know what you think about these @ficsinhistory. I apologise in advance if the answers were a bit vague or repetitive. 😅

Btw, I always love reading your enthusiastic and supportive feedbacks for the RFTS!story! 💖✨💖

[tornrose24]

GREETINGS, NERDS! IT'S YOUR BOY, BILL CIPHER! I HAVE POSSESSED THE BODY OF TORNROSE24 FOR THIS POST IN REGARDS TO MY ROLE IN THAT DISNEY CHANNEL THEMED RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE AU!

So you likely saw those drawings of that Resident Evil Village Au (hilarious, I know) and are wondering ‘but I want to know more about Bill. Why is his human form some old dude that wouldn’t be useable for a Tumblr sexyman contest? WHERE’S MORE INFORMATION ABOUT BILL AND HOW DID HE TAKE OVER THE PINES?! AND HOW IS HE COMPARABLE TO EVELINE WHEN HE IS FAR SUPERIOR?!’ Well worry not, nerds, for I shall tell you MY side of things:

MY TIME IN THE VILLAGE:

-See, I grew up in that dumb village. The so called ‘Father Belos’ implanted a cadou at me at a young age. I was a massive success, of course, and he decided to make me part of his so-called ‘family.’ As for my real, biological family? Well… the less you know the better. Other than that their remains are somewhere in the surrounding woods.

–FYI, his REAL name is Philip and his big goal is trying to get his big bro back. He already tried the cloning gig and it didn’t work. And he thought he could use MY body to get Caleb back?! Ha! Fat chance, dingus!

-So I was given power and prestige for a time. I had my own lab where I inserted cadou into SEVERAL people and got a few henchmen out of the deal. Meanwhile, I had fun screwing with everyone’s minds and visiting them in their dreams thanks to some good old mental astral projection and what not. (And helping to get rid of anyone unwanted…. Fun times!)

-Those four other lords? They’re losers. I can’t believe they are meant to be my ‘siblings’ as ‘Father’ puts it.

-Oh, but I’ve visited their minds and know their fears! One has nightmares about losing her hunky husband and baby girl. One has nightmares about ‘what could have been,’ being alone, and having guilt issues. One is worried she’ll lose control of her mutation and kill everyone. The other… eh, just typical ‘always rejected by my family’ and weirdly about platypuses for some reason. (That’s the one I go to the most when I want to be amused).

-Ah yes, their heirs… my ‘nieces.’ My personal favorite is Meteora–what an adorable little hellspawn! She tried biting me several times and it’s a ticklish kind of painful! Also she’s already making the best demonic faces and crawling up walls! I hope for the best for her!

–I decided to be funny and visit the girls’ nightmares. Metora is a baby, so there’s not much in her little brain, besides worrying about getting separated from her parents. The others though? One is worried about causing pain to her family and friends and blames herself for it. Another is afraid that Belos is going to find out about ‘the big plan’ (which I won’t spoil, of course). The last one just wants a normal life.

-So I wasn’t too keen on being an underling and tried to take over the village with MY underlings. Unfortunately, the other lords managed to turn on me, my henchmen were dead, and **** brains decided to punish me. He couldn’t kill me himself, so he injected something that would make me age faster than that decaying apple you refused to eat as a kid, instead of aging slowly like the others. (Oh, I wonder if Belos told the two losers who adopted the girls who got injected with cadou that they might age slowly like they will? They will be so PISSED considering those girls still have their biological families around. I think it’s HILARIOUS! Or I don’t know, maybe they aren’t aging slowly. Getting a cadou is the dumbest lottery scam ever.)

–And how did ‘Daddy’ get rid of me? Well Fordsy was visiting the village and I managed to sweet-talk him into taking me home with him. Belos was all too glad to be rid of me.

–What? Was there anything between me and Ford? MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS! I’m not telling you anything!

MY TIME WITH THE PINES–

-What a dumbass! Ford took me to his house while his family was there! So I quickly got most of them under my control with the exception of his brother and great-nephew. (Eh, it was easy–I just used a little infection on them). Stan managed to get Dipper away, but little did he know that I infected the boy with something.

–See, as much as I enjoyed having my own ‘family’ I needed to ditch my rapidly aging husk and get a new one. Dipper was initially my best candidate, but I had the others trick several young men and boys into getting to the house so I can infect them and get my new body. Unfortunately, all the bastards died–they weren’t compatible. Meanwhile, I was using my favorite projection as a disguise–a certain triangle form that you all love and want to kiss (you disgusting freaks! I know you love me, but I don’t want EVERYONE’S SALIVA all over me at the same time! One at a time, please!)

–So Dipper realized what was happening to him and–wanting to get his family back–snuck onto the grounds. It was around this time that Heart-Cheeks and her friend, Beauty Mark were tricked into coming to the Pines residence. (I think they were on a summer vacation). I had the Pines snatch Beauty Mark away and they helped me infect him while I left Heart-Cheeks at their mercy.

–Speaking of which, would Mabel count as my ‘daughter?’ I’m sure my nieces would have loved her. Especially that really preppy-happy one.

-Knowing my time was short, I sped up the infection in Dipper and I did it a little too fast because he was starting to crystalize while trying to help Heart-Cheeks. I had better success with Beauty Mark.

–Unfortunately that ASSHOLE Stan eventually came to save his family and teamed up with Heart-Cheeks. Also, Dipper managed to make a serum that Heart-Cheeks used against me and cut off my ability to create illusions and get in people’s head. I. WAS. PISSED!

–Well, the joke’s on her. I left that infection in Beauty Mark, but changed it up a bit. Let’s just say that if Belos knew what it was that I put into the boy, he would immediately get the kid and use him for his ultimate scheme.

-Unfortunately, I DIED. Calcified into dust when Heart-Cheeks smashed me to bits, with some help from some military-looking people. And yes–Stan dealt the final blow. Asshole.

-And I’m now stuck in the Megamycete’s consciousness/realm/whatever you want to call it thanks to the connection some of us share with it. The only way I can have any fun is to give those losers nightmares. Last I heard, the Pines family was freed from my control, Dipper's body went back to normal, and all my victims managed to escape... WHAT KIND OF–?! I wanted violence and trauma, damnit!

-Ah well. Heart-Cheeks will have to deal with Belos and my four ‘siblings’ soon enough.

–Well, looks like my connection is failing and I’ll lose control of this idiot’s body soon. Hope you had fun reading this, because I’m thinking of possessing YOU next. Also, tell your Mom I said hi–I hope you took that DNA test like my canon self suggested.

[mr-laveau]

5+1 headcanons!

tagged by the glorious @gingerbreadmonsters to share my headcanons soooo guess we're doing that! Heyyyyyy @agentplutonium , @dominimoonbeam and @soup-scope , no pressure but I'm curious about what's in those noggins

rules: share 5 redactedverse headcanons you hold, plus 1 headcanon you're still working on!

Darlin used to be in a band with Quinn & Honey - They were called Rose n' Thorns, Darlin went under the alias Rose as the lead vocalist, Quinn was Thorns, the backup vocalist and Honey was the drummer. They were a metal rock band that blended the genre with Japanese lyrics in their songs (yes, this specifically is pulling on my Darlin, Darren Lancer)

Damien walks around his own place nude, he'll even sunbathe nude if he can. I couldn't tell you why I have this headcanon, I just have it. I think he just likes the suns rays or something, idk but none of the DAMN polycule mind it at all.

Daemons/Demons don't naturally have a set appearance as a race, their astral and physical forms are based on their psyche (traumas, personas, likes, core traits) thus none of them will ever share distinct traits regardless of being of the same classification. Some will look completely alien, others will look mostly human and some have fluid appearances.

OK SO GINGER METNIONING IMPERIUM BROUGHT THIS UP FOR ME. Shades are dead folk from imperium trying to steal life in order to materialize their form so that they can get another chance at a better life in the prime universe.

Morgan loves butterflies, it's his special interest. I don't think he has them framed but like he has notebooks filled with drawings and notes of different butterflies and what makes them all unique. Oh and Morgan is autistic.

PLUS 1!

Not a headcanon but I never said I played these games fairly ;3 I'm currently rewriting Vincent to be more interesting IMO. Don't get me wrong, I love him but making him a mentally ill nihilist with a tendency for over indulgence and recklessness that masks that with a rich kid persona is so fun and I won't apologize for it. I just think it makes him more fun and allows for his growth and change to mean more while he struggles with taking accountability for his actions,

[thedarkone121]

Fire + Ice = Water: Captain Hiss (Design)

As a result, Captain Hiss had become a part of the Hideaway. The absurd tales Morgan told about Captain Hiss, including how they ruled the sea, could fly through the air, and had gorgeous purple ears, had been amused by many. Of course, no one was paying attention because it was all a fabrication of Morgan's imagination, allowing the young girl to have fun while her parents were elsewhere.

Vivian, on the other hand, closely monitored these tales.

On one of the days she was assigned to supervise the toddler, she called out, "Morgan," as the young girl was busy scribbling on the many pieces of paper that Vivian had given her. "Who's this?"

One of the sheets Morgan had drawn on was being held up by the scholar. As could be expected of a two-year-old, the artwork was quite simple. Vivian, however, was able to make out a white line with a touch of purple on what seemed to be the head.

Morgan raised her head from her present sketch to examine the page, and a smile spread across her face. "Capt'n Hiss! Capt'n Hiss!"

"I see," Vivan said as she set the drawing down. It was merely a white squiggly line with a hint of purple. However, something about it made a thought in the recesses of her mind awakened. She made sure to keep a note of it in case anything happened.

Without a doubt, Captain Hiss was an odd addition.

— Chapter 2 of The River Flows Up

Behold, Morgan’s imaginary friend; Captain Hiss! The snake she always wanted since the Coiling Incident of the Hideaway. This fella has been with Morgan for years and they’re always there when Morgan wants to play. Their favorite game is playing in the water! So much in fact that they’re trying to get Morgan to swim in the lake of the Hideaway rests on!

Too bad Morgan was taught to not swim by herself without an adult’s supervision. But that won’t stop Captain Hiss!

What? Oh no, Captain Hiss is imaginary! They’re DEFINITELY not the astral projection of a long lost Water Eikon that took this form to appeal to a child! That’s ridiculous!

[isalabells]

Die drei ??? books you would recommend reading?

In general? Pick up the books for every episode you love or find intriguing for whatever reason, esp if some (or all) of these were released until 2008ish, when they were still trying to stick to the 60 minutes mark. You'll be surprised to discover how many things got cut or moved around for the sake of the adaptation(like e.g., not to rec a BJHW book, but Späte Rache is soooo interesting, bc they completely omitted Peter's pov in the adaptation while in the novel, there are entire chapters told by him. He fucking adapts a dog in that one.)

My specific recs? This is so funny bc I haven't picked up a ddf book in so long BUT I recently started listening to one of these fan podcasts (me, 5 weeks ago: who tf listens to episode discussions that run 2,5 to 3 hours on average?!?? me now, knee-deep into catching up on 3 years worth of pod episodes, having already relistened to my fav ones several times:🤡🤡🤡), and they usually draw a comparison to the books, and it really made me want to start (re)reading again, so who knows. Just off the of my head and in no particular order

Toteninsel bc I'll always answer Toteninsel, no matter what anyone asks me. It's that good, and I actually reread it every other year or so, and sometimes I even log on to tumblrdotcom and have a meltdown over it (actually that one contains even more reasons why this is a rec). The best trilogy of the series, fight me. Extra fun if you're looking for more Bob/Jelena (I know most of you don't). But also gives you a better sense of how Marx tried to structure the narrative, putting each of our three little dudes into the spotlight in one of the three parts (that, understandably, gets lost in the adaptation).

Feuermond bc it's the series' second best trilogy, and it's even more charming in written form. The epistolary parts, which admittedly do drag in the adapation, just fly a lot better here. It gets even more apparent that Mary invented the entire second act because he had pages to fill, but it's such a delightful read that it doesn't matter at all. Must-read for the crazy sports stuff Peter pulls near the end when they're trying to get to Knox Island.

Karpatenhund bc anything written by my girl Mary Virginia is Worth It, but also iirc that story has some freaky shit in it for children's lit. Astral body, anyone??

und der verschwundene Filmstar bc it's the best take on (Old) Hollywood and the craziness of The Industry and everyone involved with it.

Pistenteufel bc I just checked my goodreads review and OH LORD. Worth it for whatever fucking homoerotic thing is going on between Bob and Toni the entire time.

Meuterei auf hoher See bc heterotopian setting x crime mystery is a perfect combo, always.

Rufmord bc stylistically (and probably storywise as well), this is Minninger's best work.

Gift per E-Mail, that is if you like Kelly, bc she has a more prominent role in that one which I, Kelly stan #1, enjoyed immensely.

Shoot the Works, preferably the OV (hmu in case you need it, I think I still have the pdf somewhere) bc I love it even more than all the other crimebusters (and I LOVE the other crimebusters), and also I need us all to team up and pressure Europa to finally adapt this episode. I've been desperate for a release for years. (omg but yes PLEASE read Shoot the Works I BEG)

[astrxlfinale]

Dan Heng thought his eyes deceived him at first. An illusion so strong he felt compelled to make a small hand gesture to try to break it. Unfortunately, it was not an mirage. The reality sits in front of him, tempting him to buy the full set, because he knew a certain companion would appreciate the gifts.

A collaboration between the famous milktea store and the IPC featuring this month theme: The Astral Express.

Limited edition seven drinks featuring each passenger including Conductor Pom-Pom. The rewards include coasters and posters (wasn't that creepy?) when purchasing a drink. There is a special in-game rewards for [Aetherium Wars Mobile] players.

The very same drinks, all seven of them, are in Dan Heng hands as he dropped them off in front of Caelus. "...I assumed you would find this enjoyable. They handed me this as well: a code for the game you're playing."

".....Yo, where in the hell." He begins, so caught off in the abruptness of this moment that his jaw briefly goes slack. Any progress made upon one of his many virtual adventures are drawn to a pause. Nudging his shoulders against the cushions, an effortless push into a proper sitting stance was made, giving him an apt view from above at what was gifted to him. Now this was familiar, for after the big tournament held in Belobog, in seeing the sheer unity for the love of a good game and passion made manifest, why wouldn't the IPC proceed to capitalize off of this?

The mere thought made him want scoff at the drinks in general. But. Its Dan Heng's kindness mixed with a sparked need to adventurously sample exactly why did they think their 'brand' tastes like in a liquid form. "I've been seein' these damn things all over the place. Kinda ignored some text messages about 'em, but that's cause I thought they were rolling up some stupid ass ads to annoy me with." He shamelessly admits, seizing the moment to let his hand fall upon the very drink that symbolized him. "Not gonna deny! They know how to make me look a lil tasty."

A Caelus drink, to think there would be the day another variation of such would spawn since his ever growing days in Penacony.

Drawing up onto his feet, he'd host his glass higher, letting it shine before his companion's eyes. "C'mon and grab yours too! Part of the fun is gettin a lil dramatic about it!"

"How about we make a toast? Not only for you being a helluva friend in this hook up, but just for the times we've had so far? Seeing those merry ol' toast in Belobog awhile back always gets me in the mood to do the same. For the many worthwhile times to come!"

@shining-gem34

[darksonofsparda]

Holiday Ask Symbols || Accepting for 17 hours

@lunaetis sent: 🎄 [ with eden ! bc either or both of them dragging a Christmas tree with one hand to do that sounds like fun lol ]

Vergil wasn't usually the type of person who wouldn't care about holidays, but since he was a much different person now, he decided to give it an actual shot this year, there was a lot of things that had changed in his life now ever since he returned back from the demon world along with his brother. Vergil had, and joined Dante's side, he figured maybe he would give it a shot this year, but his reason for trying to embrace the holiday spirit for once, wasn't because of Dante and his friends - it was because Vergil had found someone very special in his life, for the first time in a very long time, he had a partner, someone that brought him an entirely new perspective on life, someone that made him happy.

Christmas was the best holiday to spend time with that special someone, and now that he had that special someone, it was only natural for him to want to be with her for the holiday season. After telling Dante he would be spending Christmas with Eden on the Astral Express, Vergil left, and didn't plan on coming back to his world until sometime after the new year, he was eager to spend the holidays with someone other than his brother and his group of friends. The half-devil didn't mind her crew and by now, they were already used to his presence during his on and off visits, whenever traveling in and out of this world often whenever Eden was free.

With Vergil's things already sitting in Eden's room, all they needed to focus on, was getting things set up for Christmas, and first things first, Eden needed a tree for her room. Vergil had agreed to help her, in one of the many worlds with a peaceful human world, he knew a perfect forest where the best and tallest tree's were located, that was a perfect place to start. Vergil sliced a portal there, the two spent a considerable amount of time tree hunting, as there were so many different heights to chose from.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Hmm. Lets see if we can find one that's even taller."

Eventually, the two split up, searching individually long and hard for a tree that was the perfect and ideal height for an optimal sized Christmas tree. Minutes pass, and the couple both return with large and very tall Christmas Pine Tree's of their own, each of the two, carrying them one-handedly with ease, as blue eyes stared down at her golden gaze.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Well, looks like we both had the same idea huh?" A short chuckle. Now that he got a pretty good look at the tree she was holding, it looked almost the same height as his, yet he couldn't quite tell, at least not yet. They both looked like a 13 ft tree.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "You know what, let's just bring both back I can't tell the exact difference. We'll find a use for the other one. Let's head back, my darling little, Raccoon." Hooking the sheath to his belt, Vergil draws his Yamato with his free right hand, easily carrying the 13 ft tree in his other hand with little effort, they still had to walk to another area so he had enough space to swing his sword. Moments later, Vergil and Eden are casually walking down the street, lifting big tall tree's like they were nothing but feather pillows, while several onlookers that pass them by have their eyes glued to the couple in shock at the display before them.

Once the couple reaches the large alleyway they entered the world in, Vergil swung his blade, slicing open the portal for them to return to the Astral Express. The second the two walk through the portal, everyone watches as they effortlessly bring two tall tree's into Eden's room, as it this was a normal occurrence. Now that the tree's were here, the two could set them down and see just how tall their tree's were here, all that was left now, was to decorate them. Turning his head to face his Space Raccoon, a small grin forms as a playful little idea comes to mind.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Hey, Eden. I bet a devil can decorate a tree, quicker than a Raccoon could away from bright lights~" He playfully challenges, flashing her a frolicsome little smile as he hands her a box of Christmas tree decorations.