#Astral Verse

[wickedzeevyln]

Phases

The moon comes in phases.It is a proud pageant wearing the light of a star when it waxes,and sips the last dregs of admiration when it wanes, calling out to the wolves below for them to howl their praises.Like the moon, when her well runs dry of passion for summer, she aglow with eerie amber light to say that she prefers autumn for now,or like a guiding star dangling on the wires directing…

[galaxirin]

Burning of Old Yharnam live reaction

[einsatzzz]

(Late XD) KHR Rarepair Week Day 1 - Found Family - Fuuta de la Stella & Welt Yang

“You’re a member of the Express Crew from now until you choose to leave us. Of course, we’ll find some records you’ll really like.”

This one is based on @ravensilversea's I wish I may, I wish I might (have this wish I wish tonight) (AO3 Link). Please give it a read, it's really good! 🥹💖✨

[astrxthesiai]

(( Since there are not many WuWa rp blogs out there, I create a H:SR verse because I can and will. ))

⇢✶Honkai: Star Rail ✦ Nameless :: A mysterious woman who offers to guard the passengers of the Astral Express as a Train Guard.  She is a long-lived species from a planet known as Solaris-III, known as an Arbiter.  She prefers to be known as Rover, but amongst close friends, she has picked out ‘Mei-Xing’ or ‘beautiful star’.  She is often followed by a rabbit-like creature known as Abby and a dragon hatchling named Jue.  She considers them her children.  Her home was overrun by mysterious creatures who her people call ‘Tacet Discords’.  She was tasked by her people to salvage the planet and boarded the Astral Express.  One day she will let Jue back to Solaris-III to preside over their destiny, but for now, she protects and teaches them.

✦ Multi-attributed like her canon self, Rover can switch between the Combat Paths of Preservation and Destruction.  Her respective elements are Imaginary and Quantum.  

✦ Jue holds Ice attacks but has the potential for both Wind and Imaginary.  They currently reside on the path of Harmony.

✦ Abby also holds the aptitude for multiple attributes.  They currently reside on the path of Nihility and wield Imaginary aspected damage.

[abyssalpriest]

Just woke from a fascinating AF dream where there was this sort of boat festival in a town where I lived and people would build boats to be in it, and theyd take around kids/teens from regional schools each year for the festival. My boat is built to work off singing, insert dream (and weird strands of astral) logic where when you sang it filled the sails. Specifically though I'd teach the kids this four line song from a mother's perspective that was basically:

O, (something), have you seen my daughter

Her husband (killed her and left her body at sea)

(cannot remember this line at all)

And so I deliver her his head

Literally just. this song about going out to sea with your daughters husbands severed head to throw it in the depths to show her sea-swallowed body that you got revenge. And honestly. that's the most Red Sky dream I've ever dreamt. There's been times she's been in my dream stirring up storms and shit and no this one? This teacherly captain who, each year, take on the teens from local schools who come to learn about boats and gets them to row by singing THAT song... fascinating

[feyuui]

thea my beloved she means the world 2 me.............

[konkuurito]

for a sneak-preview of jay's elden ring verse while i'm working on it--

jay is a demigod who was born cursed and controls the power of blood, but it's his own lifeblood, and every time he uses those powers, he gets closer to death

[galaxy-0f-muses]

@eternalstarlights requested a starter

"Oh, there you are!" Mai chimed, a tad excited to see the other. It was always nice to be able to see a coworker outside of work, in her opinion. After all, she saw them as the closest thing to family that she has at the moment, and it was always a pleasure to be able to spend time together without having to worry about their backs being turned for more than half a second at times. Spirits always led to tense situations, and a time to relax was a great one to the teenager.

With a smile on her face, she managed to approach the other. "I thought I saw you here. Just here to get things by chance, or did you find out about the flash sale too?" Mai knew full well that their flash sales were very much on the flash side of things, usually being announced same day but with some really great deals-

She figured she may as well try to get as much tea as she could for that steal of a price. Especially since Naru would be more than pleased with it.

[musesofthemoon]

@musesofthesun | Cont.

It feels like quite the win for Dan Heng to relent. She might not have known him long, but as long as she has known him she's seen how stubborn he could be when it came to his own matters. It's frustrating, sure, but Bailu has dealt with much worse patients in her life, and she was able to treat them all. It may not be something large, nor anything he's concerned about, but she didn't know until she checked him out.

Nothing escaped the Dragon Lady, and she wasn't the type to leave wounds untreated if she could help it.

She starts off with a command, though she's not harsh or demanding about it, just pointing to a nearby chair and stating "Sit." Her demeanor shifts, into seeming a lot more professional than one would expect from someone so young. She's not trying to be scary as she works, instead just putting herself into the zone.

Once he's sat, she's looking around at his posture. Not perfect, but who's is? That could be part of it, but she'd have to see... "Hmm, first things first, can you point me to the exact spot the pain is in? I know it's your shoulder, but this'll help if I can feel the problem." If there's some tension, she actually has a few solutions, though whether or not he'll take her advice remains to be seen.

[astral-multiverse]

Brandon and Bella: Scott Pilgrim verses now available

//Not only was this another chance to try drawing in the art style, I also just added a Scott Pilgrim verse for the Astrals that you can read about more on their AU Page. In short, they're both Americans that moved to Canada after graduating from college. Brandon having a degree in mechanics to open up a freelance repair service, riding around on his own motorcycle. And Bella's degree is in professional photography, which she uses to land a job as a celebrity photographer. As usual, feel free to request this verse like any other if you're interested

[marinthecottage]

Let’s do this one more time…

Alo my name is Mar Ruiz, and for the past year I have been the one and only Astral-Spider. 🕸️🌙

I’m honestly obsessed with the new Spiderman movie nothing new nothing different.

Meet my spidersona I cannot stop thinking about her

She owns her own little esoteric shop, obsessed with attacking opponents with teacups

She would kick Miguel on the face it is a canon event ✨

[breakthroughtheconfusion]

Continued from here:

@astral-multiverse

Chiaki was surprised by the sudden hug, but smiled and returned it. It probably wasn't the most comfortable hug in the world, given that Chiaki's metal body was likely cold to the touch, but she was at least relieved that Ibuki didn't seem to be treating her any differently.

"I'm glad to see you again, Ibuki..." The android smiled and let go of her friend.

[sparklecryptid]

There is a broken ice spoiler I am dying to share with everyone BUT I CANT BECAUSE ITS IMPORTANT SO I AM STEWING BY MYSELF

[a-world-in-grey]

Sola/Blood of My Blood - Coming of Age V

@secret-engima finally got this polished up. Half from Sola's POV and half from Bahamut's!

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Sola freezes.

The Storm Father is here. Why is the Storm Father here and how in Ifrit's Pyre has no one noticed the Astral just sitting there for who knows how many hours-

No one's looking at him. Black suit and golden yellow shirt, thunderstorms and coeurls masterfully embroidered in blue and purple and gold and copper, and no one is looking at him? Even though the eye-catching riot of colors against black should grab everyone's attention if not the blatant violation of protocol that is wearing black in the first place. But no. No one who glances in that direction seems to register the man, the man whose long white beard is braided with the elaborate braids Sola's only ever seen depicted in Galahdian art, braids that should have every Galahdian present staring.

The Astrals are supposed to be sleeping. Why is Ramuh here?

Magic curls around her, an echo of sun-fire-fury underneath the we've-got-you-you're-safe-our-cub-is-safe-  "Treasure?" Libertus asks.

Sola blinks. She's sitting on one of the benches lining the walls, water glass in hand, well away from the rest of the crowd. Libertus is next to her, arm around her shoulders and tucking her into his side, wrapping magic around her in an effort to soothe the way her own is bristling under her skin, shocked and wary and hissing like a territorial coeurl.

Axis and Tredd are standing, blocking Sola from view of the rest of the hall from the angles Libertus' bulk doesn't cover. They're scanning the hallway, magic alert and wary of what might have set Sola off. Beyond them, Sola can see Nyx and Luche working the crowd closes to them to keep attention away from Sola.

ola focuses on sipping her way through hers and calm down. "The Elder with the children. See him?" Sola murmurs in Galahdian once she's half-way through the glass and has a grasp on her words once more.

Axis doesn't look away from the crowd, so it's only Libertus and Tredd that freeze, magic spiking in shock and recognition.

So she isn't hallucinating. Sola isn't sure she should be glad or not.

She stares at her empty glass and wishes she could get drunk right now. "Do we want to know why one of the Six is here?" It can't be for the Galahdians. Ramuh can't walk among them anymore, he's an Exile. Further proved by the fact Ramuh's in Lucian attire. Oh, the embroidery and the colors and the braids are as Galahdian as they come, but that's a Lucian-style suit. Unlike Sola and her Retinue, who are dressed in Galahdian formalwear but conforming to Lucian protocol.

(The dissonance is not helping Sola wrap her head around what she's seeing.)

"Two." Axis says abruptly. "The Tide-mother's dancing with His Highness." Sola's neck cracks as she whips her attention back to the ballroom floor, and to the woman dressed in water-silk dyed in the blues and greys of an ocean storm, pearls shining from her elaborately braided hair.

Humans don't move like that.

Dread prickles down her spine. The Storm Father, Sola can see gate-crashing her brother's party on a whim. Leviathan? The Tide-mother doesn't like humans.

Yet here she is, and no one's screaming.

A graceful spin, Noctis' wide-eyed expression visible for a brief second, and Sola follows his gaze towards one of the tables.

There's a man, dark skinned with golden tattoos curling over his bald head. Dark grey suit with summer green shirt and wheat-gold tie. Nearby, another man in a black suit, black hair cut at his chin and eyes visibly silver even at this distance and the unmistakable bearing of a soldier. No decorations on him, but in the moment before Sola blinks, she swears she can see silver armor and bladed wings.

Titan. Bahamut. That's four, so where are-

A flash of white-blue silk, and Sola finds her gaze back on the dance floor. To the woman in a dress that sparkls like sunlight on ice, and her partner in a suit that shifts like flickering flames, the dark-skinned man sporting hair as red as fire.

Ifrit and Shiva make six. A chill slips down her spine. The Astrals are awake, and all of them are here.

This is important.

Sola doesn't need her magic to know Noctis is probably six seconds from a panic attack. Pyre-curse it all, he was doing so well. Noctis does not need this on top of all the other shit he's dealing with.

She grits her teeth against her anger. "Axis, have Nyx get Prompto to Noctis. You and Luche help Gladio and Ignis enforce some space. Extract if necessary - it's late enough a strategic retreat won't raise eyebrows."

Axis disappears from her side, ghosting through the crowd to where Nyx and Luche are. Tredd grins at Sola, his magic sharp with anticipation. "What about us, Spitfire?"

Sola's smile is distinctly unfriendly. "We're getting some answers."

Libertus warily eyes Sola's target. "Sola, love, are you sure?"

"Yes." She can understand the hesitation. Ramuh, at least, is disinclined to smite one of his children. But she can't ask Ramuh -he's an Exile- Galahd's patron or not.

Bahamut is the Lucis Caelums' patron and the Astral supposedly in charge. Sola wants to know what the fuck is going on, and so help her she's getting her answers however she has to.

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He knows the humans' approach before they near him. They cannot sneak up on him - not that they try - not when he can feel the touch of his Blessing upon every soul in the city. Especially not the soul more akin to his own than her mortal kin.

"Ardent." He greets when she reaches him.

Blue eyes burn with the magic that cannot escape her skin. Just as they once burned in that other time, when she'd stepped between his judgement and the oathbreakers and regarded him not as patron but as threat.

"Bladekeeper." The old Galahdian title falls from lips curled to show a flash of fang. A warning. A challenge, as she demands, "What brings the Six to these halls, instead of the Oracle or your Messengers?"

Bahamut is proud of this fierce dragon-child of his, even as he regards her with a calm expression. He is proud of her mate, the pillar of support in this timeline and the last, and of her Sword, the ever dutiful son of Ramuh.

(He may not approve of her choice of Shield, Heart, and Hand, but Bahamut knows better than to pass judgement on those the Ardent has Claimed. Dragons do no tolerate threats to Them and Theirs, not even from other dragons. The Ardent would not hesitate to cross steel with him, to attempt to slay him should she deem him too great a threat to those she shelters under her wings.)

"We are here to witness the coming of age of the Chosen King." Bahamut tells her. The Ardent does not know the truth of the prophecy. The Father has kept it from her, fearing her reaction. Rightfully so - in his mind, Bahamut sees endless futures where the Ardent learns of the truth. Futures where she takes the Chosen's place, futures where she cannot and strives to shatter the duty the Chosen is bound to.

In all but a few, the Star is lost to Darkness as the Ardent succumbs to Fire and Fury.

But all fires need fuel to feed the flames. Without her King, the Ardent will burn out, a mere ember of herself.

At the mention of her King, the Ardent bristles. "And this couldn't be done with the courtesy of forewarning your presence?"

Bahamut snorts. As if the Ardent is truly concerned with propriety. No, she is displeased of the shock they have done to her King. "Your King is not so fragile. He has prevailed through greater trials than this." Trials greater than the Ardent will ever know.

The Ardent smiles, a full baring of fangs and the implicit threat of using them. "That does not mean my King needs to face another."

"There will always be another trial." He tells her gravely. Such is the nature of his Blessing. Such is the nature of his Blessed, they will always fight, for his Blessing is Light and War. "Not all Wars are fought on the battlefield with claw and fang. There is more to the Chosen King's Sword than your Glaive."

The Ardent hesitates, magic churning with uncertainty. She glances towards where her King is retreating with his bonded Retinue, and in the moment of her distraction, Bahamut and his kin vanish from the room.

[infinitexmuses-archive]

@kitxkatrp from here

"I wouldn't quite say that seeing a ghost would be new for me." Far from it, really. Given her occupation, it was a regular basis that she saw spirits. But to be stuck in a situation where it's possible to see them without the others around was a whole different experience. "I'm not very used to dealing with them on my own, though."

She knew that staying calm was the best thing she could do in this situation. She just wished that she wasn't stuck with a stranger for this whole ordeal.

It was better than being alone, though.

"Have you been in Japan long?" He seemed aware of spirits and how they worked- to an extent. Something told her there was a good chance he is foreign.

[galaxofmuses]

Which Arcana are you?

Strength You're strong, but not in the traditional sense of the word. You're strong willed and steadfast, and maybe a little manipulative. You know how to influence people for the better or worse. It's a skill that can be very dangerous.