#Astrix

[gummysunnybear]

Asterix: That's impossible!

Cora: I'm counting on you...

Asterix: I won't do it!

Cora: There's nobody else I trust!

Asterix: What you're asking is insane!

Cora: I'M NOT ASKING!

Asterix: IT'S A SUICIDE MISSION!

Cora: THEN PREPARE FOR DEATH!

Asterix: YOU'VE LOST YOU'RE MIND!

Cora: THIS IS A DIRECT ORDER BROTHER! GET IN LINE!

(They want to ask their dads if they can order sushi)

WHY ARE THEY MAKING IT SOUND LIKE THERE GOING ON A MISSION WERE ONE OF THEM DIES???

[mischief-rei]

💬 rumor has it astrix is shredded and has an eight pack

"Cute, but I'm not that built. What an odd thing to speculate. My strength is mainly in speed, magic use, and tactics. It's what keeps Ossy alive with his frequent carelessness towards his health."

[cowardly-cowboy]

So here's a little bit of the first page or so of the book I'm writing =D

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑛𝑒

𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒆; 𝑶𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒉

I'm a bit of a shitty person; I admit that. So I suppose I deserve all that's happened to me recently. That doesn't necessarily mean I won't complain about life in general, however.

I don't think that's quite appropriate at the moment, though. I'll save the sarcasm for later.

I never thought I'd end up back here; I never thought it would end here, right back where it started. I mean, this circus was my home. The Illusionists took me in at, what, nine? Something around that age. The performance tent had been so lively then; shit, it was pretty damn lively a month ago. Now? It was sad. Depresing; pathetic. I suppose she and I match quite a bit, then.

My shoulders tense, I lifted the heavy tent flap of once bright shades of purple, and passed my gaze over what remained of my childhood. The bleachers were long abandoned, charred and blackened and collapsed in some areas. The sand that covered the floor was of a similar pattern. In the center of the horeshoo of seating stood two wooden towers; each about twenty feet up, with the top of the tent fifteen feet above that. In between the two, there hung the wooden bars me and Astrix had swung on all our lives. The right tower, the one I would usually perch on, had nearly collapsed; the crows nest where we would stand and jump from was cracked and burned. The left tower, Astrix's usual show placement, was in much better conditions, only the base being of a more extreme blackness than the rest.

I exhaled a long breath I didn't know I had been holding; it puffed out into a cloud of cold. I supposed it must have been quite freezing inside. It was Autumn, of course, but me and Bilzerian's presence must have lowered the temperature by a few tens of degrees. My wings fluttered softly at my back.

Speak of the devil; "Why are we back here?" He demanded, appearing with a gust of cold at my side that made even I shiver.

"I'm ending this." I strode a bit faster towards the center, my voice barely a fracture in an icy lake. The once soft sand pricking against my bare feet, I knew where Astrix would set her trap. I knew where I had to go.

Blitz almost laughed; "Really? Oh, I'd like to see you try!" He grinned an icy grin at me, the ends of his mane of blue hair glistening with frost. That laugh snapped needles into my lungs every time it sounded. I continued on; he could feel how I felt and I knew how he felt in turn; he was aware of the fact that his mere presence made me want to shit myself like a toddler, and I knew he was thoroughly pissed at me while simultaneously being amused and giddy to see me frightened. That just made me more frightened.

"I won't be trying, actually. That's the point." I muttered, my teeth softly grinding. I sensed a remanence of Astrix and Styvies power; that of a Goddess and a Nymph, right in between the towers. I took a quick breath, looking down at my frosted arms.

"Think about this carefully, Cheshire." Blitzerain mused.

"Shut up." I snapped back; a phrase that was second nature to him and I. That didn't stop the ends of the strings of my mind to strain as I said it. I took another step forward and held my breath; yet nothing happened.

Blitz smiled, "I suppose you were wrong, hm?" I felt him attempting control; that icy cage tightening around my chest. I refused; he would have to try harder than that, yes. I would be in control, for once.

I drew in a breath and jolted my left arm; a tendril of cold shimmered up to my shoulder, my forearm and down narrowing and freezing into an icicle in a split second. Vague runes flickered faintly under the sand. My frosted feathers puffed out, a slight snowfall of frustration.

Blitz sighed, coating his tone in a sweet, popsicle glaze, "Cheshire, don't do this. It's really just more trouble; a waste of time. You know it's-"

"You're a waste of time, you know that? All of this was a waste." I bit back, cutting him off. I wasn't in the headspace for any sarcastic, snarky comments, so that was all I had at the moment. I promise you I can do better. Another pulse of fast cold enclosed my chest; sharp flutters of my heart had to be steadied to stop it. I couldn't let him happen yet; my anxiety had other plans, but I insisted on keeping those as plan Bs and beyond.

My icicle arm snapped itself in three, now earning me a claw of ice. I stomped on the rune circle's center again, and was slammed abruptly in the gut by a swinging log.

The wind was knocked out of me; I silently wished the wind god would also be slammed aside, but alas, I had no such luck. I tumbled across the sandy floor, only coming to a stop when purple chains burst from the runes and shackled me, then dragging me all the way back to their origins. This was the day I discovered what burnt sand tastes like (more pleasant than one would imagine, in my humble opinion). I felt my chest completely freeze over; I didn't fight this time. I was thrusted from my own vessel, now hovering above my body in Bilzerian's place. He screamed bloody murder, thrashing in the bonds and cursing in the language of the gods. He flapped our wings, lifting off the ground for only a moment before another set of bindings shackled them, slamming him back on the ground. Ice jutted from the floor and merged with the chains, but it was no use. The ice magic only fused with that of the chains, securing us further to where we sat.

Blitz thrashed and shouted some more, I don't know for how long; I had learned to tune him out when I wasn't the one dragging him around against my will, if I even had a will at this point.

Eventually he tired both himself and my body out; we swapped places once more, and I was greeted by aching muscles and joints, marks of bruising likely to show its face in the next day or so where the chains met my skin. My throat felt like shards of glass had traced insults down its back. Blitz blew to the edges of his range, about ten feet from me, and sat down midair to mope about life. I wanted to do quite the same from where I was. He reeked of rage; I knew I would have to brace myself for when that avalanche tumbled my way.

Now, all I had to do was wait. I took that time to look around some more, as the chains had tightened during Blitz's fit, and I could barely move, let alone stand. The log that had struck me from the West had crashed on the East side of the tent, slamming into a storage area and closet; the entrance was at the South end, the horseshoe of bleachers leaving an opening to face it. The log would have crashed into some of those bleachers if they were still standing. What a way to spend my eighteenth birthday, the back of my mind muttered, the tracks beneath my flighting and derailing trains of thought.

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[aranelsficreviews]

Title: Spock 🖖

Author: astris, WerewolvesAreReal

Words: 3628

Location: A03

Status: complete

Fandom: Star trek

Main Pairing(s): spirk

Secondary Pairing(s): nil major

Important trope(s): nil major

Star rating: *****

Comments: I laughed so hard it was physically painful

[tallysgreatestfan]

Random triva change I noticed: So in the book, Shays clique consists of her, Astrix, Croy, Zane and Ho.

As they choose to run away, Astrix and Croy end up actually doing it, Zane, Ho and Shay bail, and Zane and Ho become Pretties, and Shay is still stuck on the other side of the river due to her birthday.

Ho isn't in the movie, but instead Ryde is, who in the book is from another city.

Probably to limit the number of characters? Ho only becomes important again in the later books as Shay recruits him into her cult, so it is more efficient to show Ryde right from the beginning instead of only later in the Smoke.

[svartikotturinn]

I’m of the ‘edgelord bullshit’ camp. It felt like they were trying to throw everything against the wall without actually saying much beyond ‘this is happening’ or ‘what if it were happening not to animals… but to US???’.

One of those videos that leave people with all sorts of emotions. The comment section is a mess of confused or upset people, people who dismiss it as edgelord bullshit, and people who watched it on drugs and had a mind altering experience.

Worth a watch but beware of all the trigger warnings.

[warners-sanctuary]

Astrix @ Universo Paralello [Alternative Reality Full Set Movie]

[instant-ramen]

Charlotte de Witte - High Street (Astrix remix)

[thechronicfiles]

A real trip. From Hell Raiser to Star Wars. Definitely worth lighting up and watching.

[gummysunnybear]

Cora: *in the rain* How could anyone hate the rain??? :D

*Meanwhile Asterix getting rained on*

Asterix: ON GOD THEY ARE TRYING TO DROWN ME IN THIS HOE- I CANNOT SEE!!!

(he forgot he can teleport)

PFF-

[violet-morrison]

Song of the day: Astrix - Deep Jungle Walk

Genre: Psytrance

My first exposure to Astrix, who is now one of my favorite psytrance artists. Astrix is great at throwing in little bits of sound and texture on top of his repetitive beats to make it feel like I'm on a journey, and he does it at like the perfect frequency that I never get bored with it, but am never overwhelmed by constant new things either. Gotta get into more psytrance in general, because the few tracks I've heard from Astrix and other artists like Captain Hook and Ghost Rider are very good. Infected Mushroom is still king in my book though.

[aceofshitposts]

tbh my favourite dynamic for jaytim is the whole "i'm the dog they put in with the cheetah to prevent it going crazy" and "i'm the cheetah threatening to go crazy" except jason thinks he's the cheetah and tim is the dog but it becomes rapidly apparent at time goes on that tim is the cheetah and jason has to desperately wrangle him from destroying things he shouldn't

[ourmadramblr]

Some more new art of mine. I’ve been really enjoying working with markers lately.

[Image ID: Picture of a white page in a sketch book. Written across the page in four large lines, in gold-yellow handwriting, reads “We are all alchemists”. Surrounding the text are twenty astrixs stars, made of four lines intersecting each other in the middle, that are all a light yellow color. There’s a faint shadow cast over the words “all alchemists” of a smart phone and hand. /.End ID]

[ruinxl0ve]

What if we kiss...during the rainy autumn season😳