#Starry Stoat

[astrxealis]

I ADORE GEN INFORMATION AND HISTORY STUFF SOOO MUCH ... and etc etc etc and and and :(( <3 god i love the plethora of information ik and. etc.

[astro-inthestars]

Welp I've gotten myself busy because of a sudden burst of inspiration to draw the responses to this post .....and thus I've drawn myself three new fursonas. (5 if you count the quadrupedal versions-)

Anyways! Here's the first input!

@just-jammin @the-real-aurora-borealis in that order <3 they assigned me ferret!! Plus points for galaxy ferret, or starry stoat!

Next up:

@twipsai this one's Twippy's and I adore it <3 btw <3 Arctic Fox!!

And last one!

This one's from @thefunnyalice !! First time being assigned a bird, and honestly I love that!! Perfect bird drawing practice <3

(...except his ass did not draw the normal bird version because it was too hard but shHH.)

[taro-pdf]

S T O A T

[ID: a brown and tan stoat with grey pigeon wings flies in a blue starry sky. end.]

[sparkys-multiverse]

Haha funny multiverse askblog :)

Welcome to the multiverse

Walk around, chat with people, ask questions, whatever!

Just stay in bounds :)

Also thought i should update this with locations and people in those places

Rainbow Forest: jfac (my jsab au), melody & mute, iridana & zillah, the sanctity, harmony, iris, kalama, darya, karma, lyrie

Pastry County: butterscotch cookie, maple syrup cookie, sprinkle cookie, latte, espresso, coffee cake, red velvet cake, vanilla cake, chocolate cake, rainbow cake

Warriors Territory: wingclan (wingfern, brightgem, and sandclaw are askable), haypoppy, swanfrost, iceclan (anyone askable), flutterclan (anyone askable)

Starfall Haven: flotus & folly, ginger & glitch, stonewalker, osila, glistalline, verantel, percious, seaream, aquash, era, ivory, blaze, starry anon, smol caps anon, crystal anon

The Palace: sparky, pinksy, aries, maple, sparkil, lilystar, l0vec0re

Fandom: atma, riftix, rift, amaya, zillah, scrypt, arcana, stoat, b0t, mekh, xiela, nyiel, shifter, elodie, cupcake palette

The Labs: nicole (SS), project-8417, angel, k1tty, ember, oreo, milk, beat

The Gardens: tichi, omu, aerie, sira, mesi, whisper, daffodil, aconite, my kins and characters i like (unaskable)

Starlit Solar System: moon, sun, eclipse, solar & lunar, sunlight (shalin) & moonlight, star

Shadow Town: diamond, elais, xena, talei, olera, honey, wysta & anleth, sprimkles

The Void: |#*_, %|£{*!\, £%{>?\, *{£]!¥}

[twotailednekomata]

Clangen Loner Challenge Masterlist (JuncoClan)

Prologue:

5 Minutes After Meeting, We Already Have to Say Goodbye

You Know What? Exile

Within the Dense Forest...

Year 1:

Rabbits of Great Stories' Beginnings

StarClan's Newest Apprentice

An Older Sibling Figure?

Training Progress: A Succuss & A Failure

A New Member In These Trying Times

A Bundle of Successful Herbs

Troubles of Befriending a Stranger (that you let in)

Our First Warrior (is he hard working, or loves to push himself towards dangerous directions...?)

War of Little Reason!

Despite Situation, Another New Graduate

The Ending Snowflakes

Year 2 & 3:

Another Bite for A Simple Mistake

War's End = Dislocated Leg I guess

Little New Arrivals

May She Lay In Peace

Real Daddy[ies]'(s) Children

The Strict Stoat and The Nervous Raven

Family Bonding

A Family's Patrol Luck

Starry Ravens Among The Unkindness

More Cats At the Right Time

Gone Too Soon from Deathberries the 'Bleak-' prefix was a warning, huh?

Break! The Clan so Far

[chikabika]

they’re on the lookout for hunks and hotties

[Alt ID: Colored art of two teenage girls in school uniforms, Anne and Tracy from Taika and Jemaine’s Starry Eyed sketch. Anne has a bob and glasses and is standing leaning over, with one hand raised to shade the sun in a “searching” motion, while the other hand is leaning on her friend’s shoulder. Tracy, the friend, is sitting cross-legged on the ground and turning the page of a magazine in her lap, while leaning her head on her other hand, with a dreamy expression on her face. She has long curly hair. The uniforms are a white polo, a green tartan knee length pleated skirt, white knee-high stockings, and brown loafers. Anne has a face similar to Jemaine Clement and is wearing glasses with stars and hearts in her eyes. Tracy has a face similar to Taika Waititi with hearts in her eyes. Anne appears searching and on the lookout, while Tracy is distracted by the magazine in her lap and daydreaming. They have a fun and funky pink and brown background of abstract shapes, with three large gold stars, a beam of different shades of purple, and lots of little pink hearts surrounding them. The vibe is teen girls into celebrity magazines and having a good time. End Alt ID]

[thedorfmirrin]

oops, i havent posted in quote a while...

Heres some various commissions i did!

[tamberella]

Starry stoat commission for Kevin! Commission info here.

[leopardsealz-remaking]

epic gamer moments today

first i found a partial seal skull on the beach, no nose but some nice vertebrae! skull cavity full of sand n theres some hard gunky parts but still a neat find. quite small so maybe common seal?

aaaaand!! not just 1, but 4 whole pine martens!!! they crossed the road together. i think it was a family group. very excited bc its hard to see 1 marten, let alone 4! and its hard to see them in the day as theyre nocturnal. no pics but got a good view :) my first martens of 2020

[cycloneseason]

Prefixes

Black

Ant

Auk

Avocet

Badger

Bat

Beetle

Black

Blackthorn

Boar

Chough

Coal

Coot

Cormorant

Crow

Dark

Diver

Dogwood

Ebony

Eider

Elder

Fly

Grebe

Grouse

Ivy

Jackdaw

Lapwing

Loon

Magpie

Martin

Mole

Moorhen

Night

Petrel

Plantain

Privet

Puffin

Rat

Raven

Rook

Scorch

Scoter

Sedge

Shade

Shadow

Sheep

Sloe

Slug

Soot

Spider

Star

Starling

Starry

Swallow

Swift

Gray

Anemone

Ash

Aspen

Aster

Bass

Birch

Bitterling

Blackthorn

Bleak

Blizzard

Blue

Bluebell

Boulder

Box

Bream

Burdock

Char

Chicory

Chive

Cinder

Clear

Cloud

Cloudy

Coal

Comfrey

Crane

Crocus

Cuckoo

Dace

Dark

Dawn

Dew

Dewy

Diver

Dove

Drizzle

Dunlin

Dusk

Evening

Falcon

Fir

Flax

Flint

Fly

Fog

Fumitory

Gadwall

Godwit

Goose

Gravel

Gray

Gull

Hail

Harrier

Heather

Heron

Hoar

Hornbeam

Indigo

Iris

Ivy

Jackdaw

Juniper

Kingfisher

Knot

Lake

Larkspur

Lavender

Lichen

Lilac

Mallard

Mayfly

Merlin

Minnow

Mint

Mist

Misty

Mole

Moon

Moth

Murk

Nettle

Nuthatch

Ocean

Orchid

Pale

Pansy

Partridge

Pebble

Perch

Petrel

Pigeon

Pike

Pine

Pintail

Plantain

Pond

Pool

Poplar

Puddle

Rain

Rill

Rime

Ripple

River

Roach

Rock

Rosemary

Saffron

Sage

Salmon

Scale

Scree

Shade

Shadow

Shell

Shimmer

Shine

Shining

Shrike

Silver

Sky

Slate

Sleet

Slug

Smelt

Smoke

Soot

Squill

Squirrel

Star

Starry

Stone

Storm

Stream

Sycamore

Teal

Teasel

Tempest

Tern

Thistle

Thrift

Thyme

Tussock

Vervain

Violet

Wave

Wet

Willow

Wisteria

Wolfsbane

Brown

Acorn

Adder

Alder

Ant

Avens

Bark

Barley

Bat

Beaver

Beech

Beetle

Bittern

Blenny

Boar

Boulder

Bracken

Bramble

Brambling

Branch

Briar

Brown

Bunting

Buzzard

Carp

Cedar

Chestnut

Chub

Copper

Cricket

Curlew

Cypress

Deer

Dipper

Doe

Duck

Dunlin

Dunnock

Dusk

Dust

Dusty

Eagle

Eel

Egg

Eider

Elm

Fallow

Fawn

Frog

Grass

Grasshopper

Gravel

Grebe

Grouse

Gudgeon

Hare

Harrier

Hawk

Hazel

Hedgehog

Hobby

Honey

Hop

Ivy

Jay

Kestrel

Kite

Lamprey

Larch

Lark

Leaf

Lichen

Limpet

Linnet

Lizard

Loach

Log

Loon

Mallard

Marten

Mayfly

Mink

Minnow

Mole

Mosquito

Moth

Mouse

Mud

Muddy

Muntjac

Nerite

Nest

Newt

Nightingale

Nut

Oak

Oat

Osprey

Otter

Owl

Partridge

Pebble

Perch

Pheasant

Pike

Pintail

Piper

Pipit

Plover

Ptarmigan

Quail

Rabbit

Rail

Rat

Reed

Robin

Rock

Root

Rudd

Rush

Russet

Rye

Scorch

Scoter

Scree

Sedge

Seed

Shell

Shoveler

Shrew

Snail

Snake

Snipe

Sparrow

Spider

Spruce

Stag

Swift

Tan

Tawny

Teasel

Thorn

Thrush

Tiger

Timber

Toad

Tree

Trout

Tussock

Twig

Twite

Vole

Warbler

Weasel

Weed

Weevil

Whimbrel

Whinchat

Wood

Wren

Yew

Ginger/Red

Agrimony

Alder

Amber

Ant

Apple

Asphodel

Avens

Balsam

Bee

Blaze

Brambling

Bumble

Bumblebee

Burnet

Buttercup

Campion

Chanterelle

Cherry

Copper

Cypress

Daisy

Dandelion

Dawn

Fire

Flame

Fox

Fritillary

Gannet

Ginger

Hawthorn

Heather

Holly

Honey

Honeysuckle

Hornet

Laburnum

Leopard

Lettuce

Lion

Maple

Marigold

Morning

Nuthatch

Onion

Parsnip

Peach

Pear

Pepper

Plum

Poppy

Raspberry

Red

Robin

Rose

Rowan

Ruddy

Russet

Sand

Sandy

Scorch

Skipper

Sorrel

Spindle

Squirrel

Stoat

Strawberry

Sun

Sunny

Tan

Tawny

Thrift

Tiger

Tip

Valerian

Vixen

Wasp

Whitebeam

Wisteria

Yarrow

Yellow

Yew

Golden/Cream

Acorn

Agrimony

Amber

Apple

Asphodel

Balsam

Bee

Bryony

Bumble

Bumblebee

Buttercup

Carp

Chanterelle

Cheetah

Clear

Clover

Daffodil

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Egg

Elder

Fennel

Fritillary

Furze

Gannet

Gold

Golden

Gorse

Honey

Honeysuckle

Hornet

Laburnum

Larch

Leopard

Lettuce

Light

Lightning

Linden

Lion

Mallow

Maple

Milk

Mistletoe

Morning

Nectar

Oat

Parsnip

Pheasant

Poplar

Primrose

Reed

Rue

Rush

Rye

Sand

Sandy

Seed

Sheep

Sun

Sunny

Tansy

Tawny

Thorn

Tulip

Wasp

Wax

Weed

Yellow

White

Anemone

Angelica

Apple

Balsam

Blackthorn

Blizzard

Bright

Bryony

Campion

Caraway

Celery

Chamomile

Cherry

Chervil

Cicely

Cilantro

Clear

Cloud

Cloudy

Clover

Comfrey

Coriander

Cotton

Cress

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Egg

Egret

Elder

Flurry

Frost

Garlic

Gleam

Glimmer

Hawthorn

Hemlock

Holly

Honeysuckle

Ice

Laurel

Leek

Light

Lightning

Lily

Mallow

Milk

Mistletoe

Myrrh

Onion

Pale

Parsley

Pear

Plum

Primrose

Privet

Rime

Saffron

Sheep

Shell

Shine

Shining

Sloe

Snow

Snowdrop

Snowy

Spignel

Star

Starry

Strawberry

Swan

Valerian

Violet

White

Whitebeam

Wisteria

Yarrow

Bicolor

Auk

Avocet

Badger

Brambling

Bunting

Buzzard

Bright

Chub

Cuckoo

Dipper

Diver

Duck

Dunlin

Eel

Eider

Falcon

Godwit

Gudgeon

Gull

Hawk

Heron

Hobby

Knot

Lamprey

Lapwing

Leech

Lizard

Loon

Magpie

Marten

Martin

Merlin

Moth

Mouse

Nerite

Osprey

Otter

Pansy

Patch

Petrel

Pintail

Piper

Pipit

Plover

Poplar

Ptarmigan

Puffin

Quail

Robin

Sheep

Shrike

Sky

Snipe

Sparrow

Splash

Stoat

Swallow

Teal

Tern

Thrush

Tip

Toad

Twite

Weasel

Tortoiseshell/Calico

Apple

Argus

Bark

Blaze

Blue

Brambling

Bright

Brindle

Brown

Char

Cherry

Cinder

Comma

Copper

Cypress

Dapple

Dappled

Dark

Drizzle

Dusk

Dust

Dusty

Ember

Fallow

Finch

Fleck

Freckle

Fritillary

Gannet

Grebe

Guppy

Kestrel

Kingfisher

Leaf

Beech

Leopard

Lichen

Lizard

Maple

Morning

Moss

Mossy

Moth

Mottle

Mottled

Nerite

Newt

Nuthatch

Pansy

Patch

Pochard

Robin

Shell

Shoveler

Skipper

Sorrel

Speck

Speckle

Splash

Spot

Spotted

Sycamore

Tip

Toad

Trout

Wigeon

Tabby

Adder

Alder

Arch

Ash

Aspen

Bark

Barley

Bass

Bee

Birch

Bitterling

Bittern

Blaze

Bleak

Blenny

Blizzard

Blue

Boulder

Box

Bracken

Bramble

Brambling

Branch

Bream

Briar

Bright

Brindle

Brown

Bryony

Bumble

Bumblebee

Bunting

Burdock

Buzzard

Carp

Cedar

Cheetah

Chub

Cinder

Copper

Cricket

Cuckoo

Curl

Curlew

Curly

Cypress

Dace

Dapple

Dappled

Dark

Deer

Doe

Duck

Dunlin

Dunnock

Dusk

Dust

Dusty

Eider

Evening

Falcon

Fallow

Fir

Fleck

Fly

Freckle

Fritillary

Frog

Gadwall

Goose

Grasshopper

Grebe

Grouse

Gudgeon

Hail

Harrier

Hawk

Hobby

Hornbeam

Hornet

Ivy

Jagged

Juniper

Kestrel

Kite

Lark

Leopard

Lichen

Limpet

Lizard

Loach

Long

Mallard

Marble

Mayfly

Merlin

Minnow

Mist

Misty

Mottle

Mottled

Nerite

Newt

Oak

Osprey

Owl

Partridge

Perch

Pheasant

Pike

Piper

Pipit

Ptarmigan

Quail

Rail

Rain

Reed

Ringlet

Ripple

Salmon

Shell

Shoveler

Silver

Sleet

Slug

Smoke

Snail

Snake

Snipe

Soot

Sorrel

Sparrow

Speck

Speckle

Spider

Spot

Spotted

Stag

Stripe

Striped

Sycamore

Tabby

Teal

Teasel

Tempest

Thrush

Tiger

Toad

Trout

Tussock

Twite

Wasp

Whimbrel

Whinchat

Whorl

Wren

Other Patterns

Blaze

Blue

Bright

Brindle

Brown

Cinder

Copper

Curlew

Cypress

Daffodil

Daisy

Dust

Dusty

Fade

Fallow

Fleck

Freckle

Gannet

Pintail

Rain

Snipe

Speck

Speckle

Spider

Star

Starry

No Particular Color

Arch

Bay

Beach

Berry

Bird

Bloom

Blossom

Bog

Bounce

Brave

Breeze

Bright

Bristle

Brook

Bubble

Bush

Butterfly

Chirp

Claw

Cliff

Coast

Cone

Creek

Crouch

Curl

Curly

Dapple

Dappled

Delta

Dew

Dewy

Down

Downy

Drift

Drizzle

Ebb

Echo

Fade

Fallen

Feather

Fen

Fern

Fidget

Field

Fin

Flail

Flash

Fleet

Flicker

Flip

Flower

Flutter

Forest

Frond

Fuzzy

Gale

Gill

Gleam

Glimmer

Grass

Green

Gust

Heath

Heavy

Hill

Hollow

Hoot

Hope

Jagged

Jump

Lake

Leaf

Little

Loud

Low

Marble

Marsh

Meadow

Mumble

Needle

Ocean

Odd

Petal

Pond

Pool

Pounce

Prickle

Puddle

Quick

Quiet

Rill

Ringlet

Ripple

River

Root

Running

Scale

Scree

Seed

Sharp

Shimmer

Shine

Shining

Short

Shrub

Shy

Sky

Sleek

Slight

Small

Snap

Sneeze

Snip

Soar

Soft

Song

Spot

Spotted

Sprout

Squall

Stem

Stream

Strike

Stump

Stumpy

Swamp

Sweet

Tall

Talon

Tangle

Thorn

Thunder

Tiny

Tumble

Twig

Wave

Web

Weed

Wet

Whisker

Whistle

Whorl

Wild

Wind

Wing

Woolly

[chiefbelieverstarlight]

“The Wizard Way” by Aleister Crowley

VELVET soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew Where its ray fell light as dew Lighting up the shimmering veil Maiden pure and aery frail That the spiders wove to hide Blushes of the sylvan bride Earth, that trembled with delight At the male caress of Night. Velvet soft the wizard trod To the Sabbath of his God. With his naked feet he made Starry blossoms in the glade, Softly, softly, as he went To the sombre sacrament, Stealthy stepping to the tryst In his gown of amethyst. Earlier yet his soul had come To the Hill of Martyrdom, {37} Where the charred and crookèd stake Like a black envenomed snake By the hangman's hands is thrust Through the wet and writhing dust, Never black and never dried Heart's blood of a suicide. He had plucked the hazel rod From the rude and goatish god, Even as the curved moon's waning ray Stolen from the King of Day. He had learnt the elvish sign; Given the Token of the Nine: Once to rave, and once to revel, Once to bow before the devil, Once to swing the thurible, Once to kiss the goat of hell, Once to dance the aspen spring, Once to croak, and once to sing, Once to oil the savoury thighs Of the witch with sea-green eyes With the unguents magical. Oh the honey and the gall Of that black enchanter's lips As he croons to the eclipse Mingling that most puissant spell Of the giant gods of hell With the four ingredients Of the evil elements; {38} Ambergris from golden spar, Musk of ox from Mongol jar, Civet from a box of jade, Mixed with fat of many a maid Slain by the inchauntments cold Of the witches wild and old. He had crucified a toad In the basilisk abode, Muttering the Runes averse Mad with many a mocking curse. He had traced the serpent sigil In his ghastly virgin vigil. Sursum cor! the elfin hill, Where the wind blows deadly chill From the world that wails beneath Death's black throat and lipless teeth. There he had stood – his bosom bare — Tracing Life upon the Air With the crook and with the flail Lashing forward on the gale, Till its blade that wavereth Like the flickering of Death Sank before his subtle fence To the starless sea of sense. Now at last the man is come Haply to his halidom. {39} Surely as he waves his rod In a circle on the sod Springs the emerald chaste and clean From the duller paler green. Surely in the circle millions Of immaculate pavilions Flash upon the trembling turf Like the sea-stars in the surf — Millions of bejewelled tents For the warrior sacraments. Vaster, vaster, vaster, vaster, Grows the stature of the master; All the ringed encampment vies With the infinite galaxies. In the midst a cubic stone With the Devil set thereon; Hath a lamb's virginal throat; Hath the body of a stoat; Hath the buttocks of a goat; Hath the sanguine face and rod Of a goddess and a god! Spell by spell and pace by pace! Mystic flashes swing and trace Velvet soft the sigils stepped By the silver-starred adept. Back and front, and to and fro, Soul and body sway and flow In vertiginous caresses To imponderable recesses, {40} Till at last the spell is woven, And the faery veil is cloven That was Sequence, Space, and Stress Of the soul-sick consciousness. “Give thy body to the beasts! Give thy spirit to the priests! Break in twain the hazel rod On the virgin lips of God! Tear the Rosy Cross asunder! Shatter the black bolt of thunder! Such the swart ensanguine kiss Of the resolute abyss!” Wonder-weft the wizard heard This intolerable word. Smote the blasting hazel rod On the scarlet lips of God; Trampled Cross and rosy core; Brake the thunder-tool of Thor; Meek and holy acolyte Of the priestly hells of spite, Sleek and shameless catamite Of the beasts that prowl by night! Like a star that streams from heaven Through the virgin airs light-riven, From the lift there shot and fell An admirable miracle. {41} Carved minute and clean, a key Of purest lapis-lazuli More blue than the blind sky that aches (Wreathed with the stars, her torturing snakes), For the dead god's kiss that never wakes; Shot with golden specks of fire Like a virgin with desire. Look, the levers! fern-frail fronds Of fantastic diamonds, Glimmering with ethereal azure In each exquisite embrasure. On the shaft the letters laced, As if dryads lunar-chaste With the satyrs were embraced, Spelled the secret of the key: Sic pervenias. And he Went his wizard way, inweaving Dreams of things beyond believing. When he will, the weary world Of the senses closely curled Like a serpent round his heart Shakes herself and stands apart. So the heart's blood flames, expanding, Strenuous, urgent, and commanding; And the key unlocks the door Where his love lives evermore. She is of the faery blood; All smaragdine flows its flood. {42} Glowing in the amber sky To ensorcelled porphyry. She hath eyes of glittering flake Like a cold grey water-snake. She hath naked breasts of amber Jetting wine in her bed-chamber, Whereof whoso stoops and drinks Rees the riddle of the Sphinx. She hath naked limbs of amber Whereupon her children clamber. She hath five navels rosy-red From the five wounds of God that bled; Each wound that mothered her still bleeding, And on that blood her babes are feeding. Oh! like a rose-winged pelican She hath bred blessed babes to Pan! Oh! like a lion-hued nightingale She hath torn her breast on thorns to avail The barren rose-tree to renew Her life with that disastrous dew, Building the rose o' the world alight With music out of the pale moonlight! O She is like the river of blood That broke from the lips of the bastard god, When he saw the sacred mother smile On the ibis that flew up the foam of Nile Bearing the limbs unblessed, unborn, That the lurking beast of Nile had torn! {43} So (for the world is weary) I These dreadful souls of sense lay by. I sacrifice these impure shoon To the cold ray of the waning moon. I take the forked hazel staff, And the rose of no terrene graff, And the lamp of no olive oil With heart's blood that alone may boil. With naked breast and feet unshod I follow the wizard way to God. Wherever he leads my foot shall follow; Over the height, into the hollow, Up to the caves of pure cold breath, Down to the deeps of foul hot death, Across the seas, through the fires, Past the palace of desires; Where he will, whether he will or no, If I go, I care not whither I go. For in me is the taint of the faery blood. Fast, fast, its emerald flood Leaps within me, violent rude Like a bestial faun's beatitude. In me the faery blood runs hard: My sires were a druid, a devil, a bard, A beast, a wizard, a snake and a satyr; For — as my mother said — what does it matter? {44} She was a fay, pure of the faery; Queen Morgan's daughter by an aery Demon that came to Orkney once To pay the Beetle his orisons. So, it is I that writhe with the twitch Of the faery blood, and the wizard itch To attain a matter one may not utter Rather than sink in the greasy splutter Of Britons munching their bread and butter; Ailing boys and coarse-grained girls Grown to sloppy women and brutal churls. So, I am off with staff in hand To the endless light of the nameless land. Darkness spreads its sombre streams, Blotting out the elfin dreams. I might haply be afraid, Were it not the Feather-maid Leads me softly by the hand, Whispers me to understand. Now (when through the world of weeping Light at last starrily creeping Steals upon my babe-new sight, Light — O light that is not light!) On my mouth the lips of her Like a stone on my sepulchre Seal my speech with ecstasy, Till a babe is born of me {45} That is silent more than I; For its inarticulate cry Hushes as its mouth is pressed To the pearl, her honey breast; While its breath divinely ripples The rose-petals of her nipples, And the jetted milk he laps From the soft delicious paps, Sweeter than the bee-sweet showers In the chalice of the flowers, More intoxicating than All the purple grapes of Pan. Ah! my proper lips are stilled. Only, all the world is filled With the Echo, that dips over Like the honey from the clover. Passion, penitence, and pain Seek their mother's womb again, And are born the triple treasure, Peace and purity and pleasure. — Hush, my child, and come aloft Where the stars are velvet soft! ALEISTER CROWLEY. {46}

[annieoftheshitposts]

this post used to be a link to the old canons page but i’m turning it into a text dump of the revised one for people on mobile [or who have bad wifi/computers that the fancy schmancy script on the canons page wouldn’t play well with.] theres a lot sorry not sorry. here we go.

Canon Info

 Much more is said about Annie in external sources than the game itself, here's copypastes of all I know of and go by.

From the 3rd DLC Character Voting page:

As popular figures in nationwide folktales, a children’s television adaptation of Annie and Sagan’s adventures was inevitable. The show’s success lies in its pair of live action hosts, who are as convincing as their cartoon counterparts. Though what the public learns about the real Annie might surprise them. Annie is a seasoned fighter who has been around for a long time, acquiring many skills and powers along the way. Her sword is forged from a meteorite and can channel the power of the stars in its sweeping cleaves. Her right eye bonds her to her Remote Parasite and partner, Sagan, who grants her powers of a galactic motif. While some of her abilities carry more of a sparkly magical girl motif, Annie tries to execute them with the same sternness.

From "The canon info thread" on Skullheart Encore forums:

-Annie is several-century-old. Her immortality was gained when her parents wished on the Skull Heart so that Annie would never have to experience the hardship of adulthood, thereby making her forever a child. -She has had many different weapons and abilities throughout her life. - Sagan, her remote parasite. keeps her right eye in his mouth. - She’s physically not able to swear due to her condition - She is familiar with Double due to her experience fighting Skullgirls - Annie has encountered a lot of Skullgirls and has killed a lot, but not the same a lot. She’s seen the cycle multiple times and seen how they become stronger each time and is looking for the underlying source now. - The Annie of the Stars show is very similar to the Super Mario Bros. Super Show with live action segments with cartoons and PSAs and commercials in between. - Sagan can talk. Somehow. - Annie hides her immortality by getting a new hairstyle every few years. The show tells the audience that they have simply changed the actress. Eliza also pulls a similar trick

and finally some other misc. scraps that weren't covered above:

-annie has some kind of "super" or "powered up" form, in which she seems to fuse with sagan. it can be seen on her

move concept sheet, in the end of robo-fortune's story mode, and as a very tiny feature on one of robo-fortune's merch posters, but to my knowlege it's never really been talked about.

-she's been depicted with an "incognito outfit", presumably for going out in public and not being recognized by fans.

-sagan is named after renowned astrophysicist carl sagan. this isnt really relevant to anything but it's not on the wiki so i figured i'd share :b

-and this random pic of annie in the past with a different look, plus gun and minus eyepatch, apparently official art from the "digital art compendium". i haven't seen the source for this one myself though, and count this one more as speculative canon since that ingame image up there with her eye uncovered doesn't show a scar or any kind of damage from this.

-another canon fact about annie is she is strong and brave and i love her.

Headcanon (Annie)

this is pretty disorganized bc i come up with and revise random shit on a fairly regular basis, but the very least it should be all here and up-to-date. [though on this text post version i may forget to keep it updated oops.

she can still only normally see from the one eye in her head [and likewise probably has terrible depth perception lmao], but she can “project” her vision into the one sagan has if need be, during which time both he and her main eye are blind.

even though sagan’s vision is his own and she doesn’t actively “see” through that eye most of the time, the stuff he sees still becomes part of her memory and she can recall it if need be, though it’s far less tangible and kind of a surreal experience trying to do so.

the space where her other eye was is now just...space. like empty starry void stuff. yes, TECHNICALLY, you could put stuff in it but why would you. sagan can feel when something interacts with it and it’s really just weird and uncomfortable for both of them.as sagan is the source of their powers, the strength of her abilities is slightly dependent on her distance from him. something like long sustained flight is really only capable if they’re touching, but she still has ample firepower and ability to zip around for a pretty good range otherwise.

Not interested in anime

absolutely hates being called her full name; hasn't gone by anything other than "Annie" for longer than anyone that should be alive today should know.

part of her curse of eternal youth is remembering everything up until the point it kicked in and she stopped aging [i.e. when she was Actually a kid] exactly as well as if she hadn’t aged.

from that point however, a lot of it is hazy as shit aside from more recent times [as you’d expect from someone who’s been around hundreds of years]. this one's gonna be angsty as shit when i address it and you can thank @sandstriker for that. fucker.

also hates being restrained. by the concept sheet and beo's story, her fighting style is very kinetic and relies heavily on mobility; take that away and you get one very uncomfortable and very angry starchild. [this one's 'cause of y'all with the handcuffs asks. this is part of why she's so agitated rn.]

what's in the pouch? whatever is alternatively convenient. is it snacks? is it a quick incognito disguise? is it her whole entire sword? who knows. i think it might be infinite hammerspace in there.

i haven't put much though into this side of her story yet, but i've decided part of the mythos of the "annie of the stars" character as a figure of legend is that she literally lives, among the stars.

if there's enough folktales about her to base an entire show off of, i'm willing to bet she used to be less elusive when she was just about fighting skullgirls before dedicating herself to the whole "looking for the underlying source" thing.

Headcanon (Sagan)

tl;dr: as far as things go here, he's essentially a cat and/or younger sibling.

Sagan's canon information and characterization is basically nonexistant, so i got to do pretty much whatever i wanted with him lmao.

simply put, he's a little gremlin of a partner, but he is genuinely good-natured and a happy-go-luckly little dude. mischevious, loves to get up to Shenanigans, go off and hide/disappear to fuck knows where for several hours, climb and sit on tall things[or failing that, annie's head], etc. @sawkinator has described him, regrettably accurately, as "the Token Disney Animal Sidekick". he has a lot of mannerisms like an animal, but is still very much a being of at least average human intelligence. he's also surprisingly indestructible. far from invincible of course, but in canon he's been shown to be quite stretchy and...possibly have minor shapeshifting capabilities?? he's pretty much immune to being squashed and feels very little [if any] pain from most things. really, as far as i can tell he's pretty much a weird sentient plushie. like, if it's not going to damage a plushie, it's not going to hurt him; examples being: getting knocked back really hard or falling a long way? not a problem. fire? problem.

Sagan tends to be somewhat nonverbal and generally only uses a few words or short phrase at a time when he does speak, which sounds something like the voice clip below. that being how it is, he can be kind of inscrutable and more than a bit jarring to most people--though at this point annie's been with him more than long enough to be completely desensitized to it and doesnt quite get why anyone would be perturbed. fortunately, with that familiarity also comes understanding, and she can easily "translate" and articulate more from his expressions. this understanding is a two-way street, and on its other side is sagan's sensitivity to her moods. annie's not particularly...communicative of her emotions, but sagan can always tell when she's having an off day or something's bothering her, and is far better than anyone at helping her feel better. all things said and quirky antics aside, he and annie are exceptionally close and fiercely protective of eachother the moment it comes to it. they don't make a big deal of showing it outwardly, but they know they've always got eachother's backs.

he's taken quite a liking to beowulf as well, and beo defintiely shamelessly enables sagan's shenanigans.

as i see it, annie may be the passion and power of their operation, but sagan is the heart and soul. beowulf is like....comic releif and emotional support. not entirely necessary, but certainly welcomed to have around. yeah. listen im a big sap i just want them all to be good friends ok. i love them.

also sagan does like and watch a lot of anime.

Blog Canon

miscellaneous happenings that either have continued relevance/significance, or y'all just won't let die. there's not a overarching plot to this thing at all, but geez we’ve kinda gathered some history here huh?

taught sagan to say fuck [and other swears, in her stead]. he used to have to do it on command but he's gotten really good at filling in for her.has a

stoat fursona that beo helped her make. she thinks it's neat/cute but has no real attachment to it.

attempted to sue the crystal gems for ripping off her entire shtick [it didn't go well]

beowulf also taught her how to dab.

@sparkeletran is a nuisance and must be stopped

the 70$ pile of high school musical merch. sagan and beo both wear the t-shirts sometimes. she hates it. don't let her attitude fool you though this is actually the best and most important ongoing joke in this whole damn thing.

the first handcuffs stint. they’re gone now but they had a good ~30-post run, and she did take to learning lockpicking because of it.

this.

hey. guess fucking what lads. handcuffs ROUND TWO 'cause y'all just don't fuckin' quit. the first mini story arc sorta thing, in which she visits the cirque des cartes and has an aggravting encounter with taliesin. [currently ongoing][hopefully soon ending]

[[redacted for ""spoilers""]] due to said encounter with taliesin

sparkeletran is a nuisance,

"the official annie of the stars instagram is just cat memes but with sagan" it's canon but i haven't decided whether it's something she would have had already or a recent thing. [either way, hasn't been touched on yet due to the arc taking so long]

badart annie is sorta like her own thing at this point but nothing that happens with her is canon; she p much just shows up for exceptionally dumb posts. we did give her noclip though which is terrifying. on that note i may as well include the things that are Not canon but y'all won't let me forget

beo's animated belt thing. look. it doesnt talk.

spray-on boots.

the lawnmower weapon

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh homestuck

[2monde-animals]

Starry Stoat by TamberElla

[chikabika]

I am quite taken with the Starry Eyed girls and I don’t know why

[chikabika]

line art for the Starry Eyed girls

[Alt ID: Simple, unshaded line art of two teenage girls in school uniforms, Anne and Tracy. Anne has a bob and glasses and is standing leaning over, with one hand raised to shade the sun in a “searching” motion, while the other hand is leaning on her friend’s shoulder. Tracy, the friend, is sitting cross-legged on the ground and turning the page of a magazine in her lap, while leaning her head on her other hand, with a dreamy expression on her face. She has long curly hair. The uniforms are a polo, a knee length pleated skirt, knee-high stockings, and loafers. Anne has a face similar to Jemaine Clement and Tracy has a face similar to Taika Waititi. Anne appears searching and on the lookout, while Tracy is distracted by the magazine in her lap and daydreaming. End Alt ID]

[chiefbelieverstarlight]

The Wizard Way

[Dedicated to General J.C.F. Fuller] Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew Where its ray fell light as dew Lighting up the shimmering veil Maiden pure and aery frail That the spiders wove to hide Blushes of the sylvan bride Earth, that trembled with delight At the male caress of Night. Velvet soft the wizard trod To the Sabbath of his God. With his naked feet he made Starry blossoms in the glade, Softly, softly, as he went To the sombre sacrament, Stealthy stepping to the tryst In his gown of amethyst. Earlier yet his soul had come To the Hill of Martyrdom, Where the charred and crooked stake Like a black envenomed snake By the hangman's hands is thrust Through the wet and writhing dust, Never black and never dried Heart's blood of a suicide. He had plucked the hazel rod From the rude and goatish god, Even as the curved moon's waning ray Stolen from the King of Day. He had learnt the elvish sign; Given the Token of the Nine: Once to rave, and once to revel, Once to bow before the devil, Once to swing the thurible, Once to kiss the goat of hell, Once to dance the aspen spring, Once to croak, and once to sing, Once to oil the savoury thighs Of the witch with sea-green eyes With the unguents magical. Oh the honey and the gall Of that black enchanter's lips As he croons to the eclipse Mingling that most puissant spell Of the giant gods of hell With the four ingredients Of the evil elements; Ambergris from golden spar, Musk of ox from Mongol jar, Civet from a box of jade, Mixed with fat of many a maid Slain by the inchauntments cold Of the witches wild and old. He had crucified a toad In the basilisk abode, Muttering the Runes averse Mad with many a mocking curse. He had traced the serpent sigil In his ghastly virgin vigil. Sursum cor! the elfin hill, Where the wind blows deadly chill From the world that wails beneath Death's black throat and lipless teeth. There he had stood - his bosom bare - Tracing Life upon the Air With the crook and with the flail Lashing forward on the gale, Till its blade that wavereth Like the flickering of Death Sank before his subtle fence To the starless sea of sense. Now at last the man is come Haply to his halidom. Surely as he waves his rod In a circle on the sod Springs the emerald chaste and clean From the duller paler green. Surely in the circle millions Of immaculate pavilions Flash upon the trembling turf Like the sea-stars in the surf - Millions of bejewelled tents For the warrior sacraments. Vaster, vaster, vaster, vaster, Grows the stature of the master; All the ringed encampment vies With the infinite galaxies. In the midst a cubic stone With the Devil set thereon; Hath a lamb's virginal throat; Hath the body of a stoat; Hath the buttocks of a goat; Hath the sanguine face and rod Of a goddess and a god! Spell by spell and pace by pace! Mystic flashes swing and trace Velvet soft the sigils stepped By the silver-starred adept. Back and front, and to and fro, Soul and body sway and flow In vertiginous caresses To imponderable recesses, Till at last the spell is woven, And the faery veil is cloven That was Sequence, Space, and Stress Of the soul-sick consciousness. "Give thy body to the beasts! Give thy spirit to the priests! Break in twain the hazel rod On the virgin lips of God! Tear the Rosy Cross asunder! Shatter the black bolt of thunder! Suck the swart ensanguine kiss Of the resolute abyss!" Wonder-weft the wizard heard This intolerable word. Smote the blasting hazel rod On the scarlet lips of God; Trampled Cross and rosy core; Brake the thunder-tool of Thor; Meek and holy acolyte Of the priestly hells of spite, Sleek and shameless catamite Of the beasts that prowl the night! Like a star that streams from heaven Through the virgin airs light-riven, From the lift there shot and fell An admirable miracle. Carved minute and clean, a key Of purest lapis-lazuli More blue than the blind sky that aches (Wreathed with the stars, her torturing snakes), For the dead god's kiss that never wakes; Shot with golden specks of fire Like a virgin with desire. Look, the levers! fern-frail fronds Of fantastic diamonds, Glimmering with ethereal azure In each exquisite embrasure. On the shaft the letters laced, As if dryads lunar-chaste With the satyrs were embraced, Spelled the secret of the key: Sic pervenias. And he Went his wizard way, inweaving Dreams of things beyond believing. When he will, the weary world Of the senses closely curled Like a serpent round his heart Shakes herself and stands apart. So the heart's blood flames, expanding, Strenuous, urgent, and commanding; And the key unlocks the door Where his love lives evermore. She is of the faery blood; All smaragdine flows its flood. Glowing in the amber sky To ensorcelled porphyry She hath eyes of glittering flake Like a cold grey water-snake. She hath naked breasts of amber Jetting wine in her bed-chamber, Whereof whoso stoops and drinks Rees the riddle of the Sphinx. She hath naked limbs of amber Whereupon her children clamber. She hath five navels rosy-red From the five wounds of God that bled; Each wound that mothered her still bleeding, And on that blood her babes are feeding. Oh! like a rose-winged pelican She hath bred blessed babes to Pan! Oh! like a lion-hued nightingale She hath torn her breast on thorns to avail The barren rose-tree to renew Her life with that disastrous dew, Building the rose o' the world alight With music out of the pale moonlight! O She is like the river of blood That broke from the lips of the bastard god, When he saw the sacred mother smile On the ibis that flew up the foam of Nile Bearing the limbs unblessed, unborn, That the lurking beast of Nile had torn! So (for the world is weary) I These dreadful souls of sense lay by. I sacrifice these impure shoon To the cold ray of the waning moon. I take the forked hazel staff, And the rose of no terrene graff, And the lamp of no olive oil With heart's blood that alone may boil. With naked breast and feet unshod I follow the wizard way to God. Wherever he leads my foot shall follow; Over the height, into the hollow, Up to the caves of pure cold breath, Down to the deeps of foul hot death, Across the seas, through the fires, Past the palace of desires; Where he will, whether he will or no, If I go, I care not whither I go. For in me is the taint of the faery blood. Fast, fast its emerald flood Leaps within me, violent rude Like a bestial faun's beatitude. In me the faery blood runs hard: My sires were a druid, a devil, a bard, A beast, a wizard, a snake and a satyr; For - as my mother said - what does it matter? She was a fay, pure of the faery; Queen Morgan's daughter by an aery Demon that came to Orkney once To pay the Beetle his orisons. So, it is I that writhe with the twitch Of the faery blood, and the wizard itch To attain a matter one may not utter Rather than sink in the greasy splutter Of Britons munching their bread and butter; Ailing boys and coarse-grained girls Grown to sloppy women and brutal churls. So, I am off with staff in hand To the endless light of the nameless land. Darkness spreads its sombre streams, Blotting out the elfin dreams. I might haply be afraid, Were it not the Feather-maid Leads me softly by the hand, Whispers me to understand. Now (when through the world of weeping Light at last starrily creeping Steals upon my babe-new sight, Light - O light that is not light!) On my mouth the lips of her Like a stone on my sepulchre Seal my speech with ecstasy, Till a babe is born of me That is silent more than I; For its inarticulate cry Hushes as its mouth is pressed To the pearl, her honey breast; While its breath divinely ripples The rose-petals of her nipples, And the jetted milk he laps From the soft delicious paps, Sweeter than the bee-sweet showers In the chalice of the flowers, More intoxicating than All the purple grapes of Pan. Ah! my proper lips are stilled. Only, all the world is filled With the Echo, that drips over Like the honey from the clover. Passion, penitence, and pain Seek their mother's womb again, And are born the triple treasure, Peace and purity and pleasure. - Hush, my child, and come aloft Where the stars are velvet soft!

-ALEISTER CROWLEY