#(In Their) Astral Orbit

[miwachan2]

movie night go zzzzz

Hello @rinzydings, I was your Secret Valentine! I wanted to draw something cute and relaxed so I thought why not a sleepy movie night? I meant to have this out ON Valentines Day but I blame art block for a surprise visit -_- Anyway I hope you like it and I hope your valentines was nice!

[rinzydings]

(In Their) Astral Orbit - Finale

Chapter 45: Waves of Accretion

Word count: 12k+

The Attendant's first musical season comes to a close. It's time to assemble the band and celebrate!

Accretion: The coming together and cohesion of matter under the influence of gravitation to form larger bodies.

Spoiler image under the cut!

[hanni-simp]

I really love Gi-hun as a reminder to In-ho about what/who he could have had. It’s like a black hole eying a star. A scene that really stuck out to me was the one where he’s awake and listening to Gi-hun and Jung-bae talk lowkey looking mad as hell.

Like are In-ho and Gi-hun both trapped? Yes. But the fact that Gi-hun can talk with his friend about leaving there with the money, and that he can come to resemble his old self with just a short interaction, shows a sort of potential that In-ho no longer possesses. Even when he tries, albeit briefly, to get Jun-ho to stay, all he can do is draw things in. He won’t move/alter himself. There’s no getting out with the money for him.

And so, he sees to it that the last vestiges of hope for Gi-hun pulling himself out of this are dashed, too. He drags him in further, as black holes do.

[paint-stained-carpet]

if you don't have magical heterochromia, store bought is fine.

[yugioh-rare-pair-poll]

Round 1: Poll 11

Propaganda under the cut

Pairing 1: Robotshipping (Orbital 7/Obomi)

Propaganda: It's canon and they actually had kids 

Pairing 2: BlackMistshipping (Astral/ No. 96 )

Propaganda: Because they're the good and evil/ the light and dark of each other. They can work together when they need to/want to (like Godzilla and King Kong).

Now, let’s keep things civil. This is a silly poll where we can share why we love our overlooked ships. There’s no need to be nasty to prove your point. Bashers will be fed to Don Thousand.

[remyfire]

For the ship game I need to ask, BJ/Margaret/Peg

Do I Ship It?

Yes, I Ship It!!

What made you ship it? —Unsurprisingly, this is in fact my favorite iteration of these inherent ship possibilities. It is vital to me that BJ and Peg stick together and figure things out and find a shit ton of healing and make their love and commitment to one another even stronger postwar. They are completely new people, in many ways, both of them, and I will always want to write them working through the messiness and the fear of that and coming out the other side being so grateful that they did. So that being said! I LOVE bringing Margaret into the fold of that. I've already told my margbeej shipping journey, and Peg being a fixture of that was just a natural add-on for me.

What are your favorite things about the ship? —I love the idea of Margaret, who has never settled down for very long by nature of her army career, finally getting to plant her flag somewhere and build a true home. I love the thought of Margaret and Peg, who have both experienced wearing mantles that many other women haven't had to, really bringing out interesting parts of each other—I write Margaret as often leaning into a more masc direction postwar and I also write Peg as a woman who is eager to shed the extremely feminine ideal that the world keeps trying to push on her, and I think they'd fuel that in each other beautifully. I love BJ who grits his teeth and stays incredibly steadfast in not breaking his vow to Peg a second time, no matter how close and clearly available and interested in him that Margaret is, and who for once ends up being rewarded for it by not having to fear how massive his heart has the capability to be. I love BJ getting his ingrained assumptions about women just totally decimated and him getting the opportunity to grow far far beyond them, and beyond his fear that he is not enough of a man for them, to be quite honest. Frankly, I love BJ being overrun by women. It's enrichment for all of them. They will turn that man into paste with glee as often as humanly possible.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? —Again, the fact that I ship them at all haha. I write BJ as being a woman-preferring bisexual man, and I love writing him with women in a variety of ways and spaces because I think it opens up a side of him that I don't often get to dig into as fervently when I write him with men. MFF ships are pretty damn rare in this fandom, and this one in particular is just the best goddamn catnip for me.

[bumpscosity]

Disneylands fucking empty right now damn

[meowtifullycute]

Celestial Symphony: Cosmic Tapestry of Planets and Stars!

[lilibetbombshell]

[rinzydings]

WAH oh thank you so much!! This is so darling oh my gosh 💖😍 pardon me ima be staring the rest of the day OUGH sweet Eclipse kisses 💕💞

my secret santa gift for @rinzydings :DDD they were so much fun to draw <33

here's the sketch as well :3

[astro-pioneer]

I love making ciel feel old <3

[rinzydings]

oooough more sketches cause i'm feelin silly. some older, some newer, some concepts, most ao canon! (except the mers, i just wanted to try sm different)

- Do not repost/crop/edit -  

[azen13]

I loved your recent Dan Heng posting so so much!!! I’m not the original requester however

Reading it made my mind wander into how Dan Heng would react to a darling who is just so smitten with him (even his more awkward habits) that they recognize his yandere behavior and tease him about it while also kind of playing into it?

My mind keeps running through ideas of a darling that shows up to hang out with him all the time and is just over the moon when he hovers around them in a possessive manner…

Plus I think darling might also be just a teeny tiny bit obsessed with Dan Heng as well (I know I am 🤭)

I’m cutting my ramblings off here because I could go on all day about the ideas this glorious man springs into my brain but I don’t wanna subject you to them all hehe

— Dan Heng Anon

CW: Yandere Themes, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Cuddling, Sleeping Together, Kissing

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Anon, I genuinely love this idea so much! I can definitely see the vibe. As I said in my other post about Dan Heng, I think he's relatively subtle in terms of how he expresses his possessive tendencies: a hand on your shoulder; a command clothed as a suggestion; a redirection of your attention back on him.

But when you start feeding into his behavior?

The first thing that happens to him is that he practically short-circuits. You show up to his room one night, pillow and blanket in hand, face dim with fatigue but eyes shining with mischief. Your room is too warm, you complain. He hasn't even processed what you've said before you slip through the doorway and plop your bedding near his, fluffing up your pillow and arranging your space how you like it.

You fall asleep almost instantly; the next morning, you proclaim you slept better on the hard flooring of Dan Heng's room than any night in your soft bed.

Dan Heng stays up the whole night, studying your face like an astronomer, trying to understand the way you seem to orbit around him. Maybe the forces of attraction have finally gone in his favor, drawing you close to him.

As the days pass, he begins to reciprocate your signals. When the Astral Express splits up on missions, he ensures you're always with him, regardless of how March and the Trailblazer pout. He'll send them a flat, unimpressed stare, your hand and his tightly intertwined. Himeko and Welt notice, but don't say anything. They underestimate Dan Heng's love, the true gravity of the situation is much stronger than they perceive it to be.

In public, Dan Heng manages to keep it together, though you make it difficult with how you cling to his side. He can't help but want to be protective of you when there are strangers sidling next to you. Any chance he can get, he makes sure he's walking closer to the center of the road.

In the privacy of his room, though, he becomes much more clingy. Night after night you arrive at his door and make yourself at home on the floor, and each night, you sleep a little closer to him. Soon enough, your hand is squeezing him as you dream; then his arm is looped around your shoulder; two pairs of legs tangled together beneath mismatched bedsheets; his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the faintest traces of perfume.

Then you don't show up one night.

Dan Heng spends hours waiting. He's normally not very fidgety, but tonight his foot taps a frantic tempo against the floor, eyes glued to the door.

Eventually, he gets up and heads to your room. The lights are dim, but he can see a sly smile playing on your lips like Cupid readying another arrow to fire at his heart. You've done it on purpose, and it both amuses and annoys him.

With a huff, he walks over to your bed and hoists you up into his arms. You make no move to get out of his grip, eyes sparkling playfully; you're just as entranced with him as he is with you, two stars orbiting each other.

Unceremoniously, he plops you down on his makeshift bed in the data bank, settling beside you. His arms loop around your torso, pulling you close. "I don't appreciate your prank," he grumbles.

You can't help but laugh. "I'm sure you don't." It's amusing to see Dan Heng pouting. His expression is relatively neutral, but you can see sulkiness in his eyes, feel how he squeezes you a little tighter than most nights.

"I want you to stay with me."

You smile, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I will."

[rinzydings]

WAHWAHWAHAH ILYSM ❤️

HAPPY 30 @rinzydings !!!

three decades yAHOO old man love u so much hope u have lots of fun 2day !!

[aventurineswife]

cerces!creator!reader? like same demeanor, personality, maybe the tree roots can be reflective of their wisdom, bottom half of the body just fading into nothing casually lol but most importantly the eyes, 99% closed, but when making a huge point or get very surprised/just emotionally charged, opens them; and they can either be the most striking, bright color but also so warm and rich like honey (sagau and sahsrau plz)

Ahhh I gotta admit—I don’t know a ton about Cerces firsthand, so I’m going off your description here.

Cerces!Creator!Reader in SAGAU

To Teyvat, you're not just divine—you’re timeless. The way your body seems to fade where it meets the ground? The way roots stretch quietly into the earth, knowing, not demanding? Archons kneel not just in reverence, but in awe, because your very presence hums like the bones of the world.

Your voice is soft—always—but it carries. Like wind through leaves, it lingers in the minds of everyone who hears it.

And the eyes?

Teyvat learns to fear them. Or maybe “revere” is more fitting. Because they’re nearly always closed, as if sight is beneath you. But when they open—maybe once in a century, maybe when a ruler’s hubris needs humbling—they blaze with light. A warm, honey-thick, all-seeing glow. Gentle. But unshakable. No secrets survive in that gaze.

Venti calls you “the sleeping star.”

Zhongli speaks of your eyes in hushed tones, as if they once saw through him and forgave him anyway.

Ei sees the quiet strength in your rooted stillness—stability she craves.

Nahida just wants to rest near you, nestled in the roots, hoping your wisdom will soak into her dreams.

To your people, you are not a god of wrath. You are stillness. Understanding. Someone who never yells—because you don’t need to.

But if your eyes open? The world holds its breath.

Cerces!Creator!Reader in SAHSRAU

Now here, in the chaos of HSR’s stars and aeons, you are the anomaly—the constant in a storm of entropy. The Express Crew doesn’t know what to make of you at first. You don’t run. You don’t fight. You simply exist—like gravity. Like inevitability.

Rooted where nothing stays still.

Dan Heng approaches with caution. “Their body doesn’t move... but their presence is everywhere.” He watches you fade at the bottom like some half-dreamed idea—and it unsettles him. Not in fear, but in reverence. You're not part of the Astral Sea.

You’re what the Sea orbits around.

Trailblazer finds comfort in your softness—especially when the world spins too fast. You're the kind of god who asks nothing, and gives warmth simply by being present.

Your eyes? Rarely open. But when they do—maybe to protect them, maybe to grieve—They immediately stop. “That’s... beautiful,” they whisper. “But terrifying.”

They shine like dying stars. Like the moment before rebirth.

Himeko wonders aloud what truths you’ve seen.

Kafka tries to flirt, fails once, and never tries again.

Silver Wolf jokingly calls you a “final boss disguised as a therapist.”

Welt bows his head whenever you speak. Old souls recognize each other.

And Phainon? Oh, he stares. Watches you fade into nothing with a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “You’re not from our world,” he says one night. “But you still look like someone who could undo it with a whisper.”

Whether Teyvat or the Astral Express, you’re the quiet storm. The root that never withers. And the moment your eyes open? The world listens.

Maybe they’ve been listening all along.

[keiiaq]

things to script - star/astral beauty ꩜ .ᐟ

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“i’m like some kind of supernova.” - aespa

͙͘͡★ you are not just a star, you are the very essence of the heavens themselves. your beauty transcends the physical, it is something that can only be felt, not explained. it’s beyond their reach, just as the stars themselves are.

͙͘͡★ you exist on a level so elevated that no one can truly grasp the magnitude of your presence. when you walk into a room, the temperature changes, the air becomes charged, and all the eyes turn toward you. you are the spark that ignites the world around you, and everyone else is just an afterthought, a mere speck in your endless sky.

͙͘͡★ the world will never forget you, because you leave an impression that can’t be erased. your beauty is not bound by time or space, it exists beyond their reach, in a dimension of perfection that they will always long for but never touch. there’s no room for competition because you have no competition. you are everything they aspire to, but will never be.

͙͘͡★ the way you move through life is like watching the night sky, constantly shifting, yet always captivating. you possess a beauty that transcends the mundane, an ethereal aura that demands attention without even trying. people stare, transfixed, as though they are gazing at something far more grand and complex that they could ever hope to comprehend.

͙͘͡★ people see you and instinctively understand that they are in the presence of something extraordinary. they long for just a glimpse of what you possess, but will never truly come close to it. they can admire from afar, but they can never attain. you are perfection, an embodiment of the celestial light that guides the way for all who are lucky enough to witness it.

͙͘͡★ your aura is like the vast, endless night sky, deep and mysterious, yet utterly captivating. it’s the kind of beauty that draws people in without them even realizing it, like the gravitational pull of a black hole, irresistible and all-consuming. but the difference between you and a black hole is that while it sucks everything in, you allow those around you to bask in your light, offering a taste of something divine that they could never fully possess.

͙͘͡★ there is no one who can compare, no one who even comes close to the radiance you exude. your beauty is infinite, ever-growing, and they are simply lucky to bask in your glow for however long it lasts. but they will never get close to possessing it.

͙͘͡★ the way you shine is a reminder that no one else even comes close to what you possess. you are the type of beauty that leaves a lasting impression, one that is etched into the memories on everyone who encounters you. they may forget names, forget faces, but they will never forget you, because you are a vision that’s burned into their minds like a starburst in the night sky.

͙͘͡★ the universe has never created something so captivating, so dazzling in its perfection. you glow with a radiance that makes the sun looks dim, your light shining through every room you enter like a beacon of unmatchable brilliance. there’s nothing ordinary about you, nothing mundane, boring, or simple.

͙͘͡★ your beauty transcends the limits of human understanding, as though it belongs to a realm far beyond their comprehension. the universe only allows rarest of beings to possess such beauty, and you, quite obviously are one of them.

͙͘͡★ your beauty has no equal, no counterpart. you are the gravitational pull that draws in the masses, making them orbit around you, desperate to bask in your ambience.

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