#astronyu

[catboyexorcist]

hey ummm… the csmp characters- uh. yeah. they fell in the ponyfication blender, yeah they’re ponies now, sorry

bonus folly because she deserves her own image

[justtrashperson]

Csmp stuff

[siduael]

An Astronyu appears!

Pose from this particular artwork from Araki

[astronyu]

[rayisgolden]

finally worked on a astronyu design !!!

[the-light-sys]

heyoooo, made some CSMP art! :3

tell me who i should do next! (doesnt have to be CSMP btw)

-Taj🐽✨

[luxintrus]

Two sides of the same coin (4/?)

The canvas of this world used to be so full of colour. So many shades of beliefs, seemingly forgotten, cast aside for harsher and ever so more contrasting ideas, until the gap between the hues are so large that no bridge can ever be built between them anymore. One second, Lux and RAT were catching up at the Log Cabin after his.. improvised exile, and then the other... "Lux! Drink your fucking invis potion!" RAT shouts hurriedly at her, "They- someone took Astron! They went through the portal, hurry!".

The two rush into the Nether, lowering their tone to near silence as to not alert the kidnappers of their presence. Lux can already recognize the signs of this being the overconfident planning of her two past allies. The invisible & armored kidnappers raise their voice at Astron, demanding them to get into a boat that's on the icy highway leading to the Nether spawn. "They're gonna speed off if we don't tail them", Lux whispers to RAT. "Yeah, no shit Sherlock", RAT replies as the two start booking it onto the highway, dashing through the air and ricocheting off the blood crimson walls, barely keeping up with the kidnappers. They follow the kidnappers back into the overworld, arriving at Smiley's, Blake Winsweep's restaurant. Nox's and Winsweep's invisibility finally runs out, as they take Astron to the basement of the restaurant. Lux and RAT quietly follow them from a safe distance, chugging down their last invisibility potions. They trace the same path Nox and Blake are taking, past an "Employees Only" door leading to an elevator shaft. Nox and Winsweep climb down the elevator shaft, with Astron between the two, getting to the bottom floor of the Restaurant. There's a small intersection, with multiple long hallways, all but one seemingly caved in. The atmosphere is dark and damp, and the area is more reminiscent of a crude mineshaft rather than the basement of a restaurant. At the end of the hallway and past two turns, Nox, Blake and Astron arrive to a room with a table and and a few old chairs, all wooden. A single redstone lamp among many broken ones lights up the room, hanging chains casting shadows on the floor. "Astron, I need you to tell us everything you know about the End Portals" Winsweep demands, "We know how close you are to RAT, he must've told you something about them." Lux and RAT are sneaking right around the corner, listening in to the interrogation. "Why are they questioning Astron about the End Portals? RAT broke them all years ago", Lux thinks to herself. "I've only got 2 minutes of invisibility left", RAT whispers to Lux. She checks her own time, realizing she's about to run out in less then a minute. Nox feels a shiver down their spine as if they sense someone watching them, urging Winsweep to stop talking. "Shit, Lux what did you do?!" RAT whispers to Lux. "Nothing! I didn't make a sou-" Lux trips on a small rock as she's backing up and falls onto the ground. Nox immediately picks up on the thud they heard, and start checking the hallway's every wall and corner. "Get up, we need to run!" RAT urges Lux as he starts sprinting towards the intersection and up the elevator shaft. The sound of Nox's blade dragging along the stone floor echoes throughout the hallway as Lux gets up and starts running to the exit. She might be invisible, but one thing she can't get rid of are the frantic footsteps left behind, exposing her exact location to Nox. "Caught you", Nox thinks to themselves as they dash straight towards Lux. Lux hurriedly tries getting off the hallway, rushing off the side of it into an opening to a large dripstone cave, as Nox catches her by her leg, making Lux trip as her invisibility runs out. She's now hanging upside down, facing several dripstone spikes fifty meters below her, and Nox's grip on her leg being the only thing preventing her from falling. They share no dialogue, but the looks on their eyes communicate their feelings better than any words would in that moment. Nox tries dragging Lux's body back onto the platform with all their force, but Lux takes out her crossbow and shoots an arrow at Nox's arms. The arrow misses, but Nox flinches, letting go of her in the process. As she's falling, Nox can't help but watch in horror as they see Lux picking her own demise over being caught by Nox ever again. Moments later, Lux respawns at the Log Cabin, with a deep and sharp pain in her chest. Nox feels the pain all the same, their subconscious finally realizing how much the two have strayed away from eachother.

[ghostpajamas]

a chrysalis of amber

[thepuff09]

Just finished my 3 new pieces! I did a drawing of EightSidedSquare, a new version of @astronyu, and my first (real) version of @winsweep! Since my handwriting is god awful, I’ll include some alt text. Also, some commentary after the reveal! Hope y’all enjoy!

So here’s the notes:

For Eight, I love the idea that he’s actually a lil sparky guy. Part of me thinks that it’s a result of his mind being turned to electricity (wonder who could’ve done that), but I think it’s much funnier if it never gets explained. Also, I only just realized that, when I did my Moriyaa art, I gave him the farmer design. Pretty sure that was Eight’s thing tho. :/

For Astronyu, I would like to start by saying that this is one of my favorite pieces I’ve ever done. Only thing I don’t like is how big I made the forehead, but by the time I noticed, I had already used colored pencils so it was too late. Also, the reason why I did this one again is simple: I love the design, and I wanted to give the hair another try.

FYI, y’all have no clue how hard it was to not include a Golden Rat having a bad hair day. Maybe I will in the future.

Finally, Winsweep. I took inspiration from the official reference art by ViolettaFire on Twitter, which I’ll include below. As for my statement that this was technically my first attempt at Win’s design, that’s because I originally planned to have all of Win’s art just be his mask in different spots, such as hanging on an armor stand. But I decided that his design was so flamboyant and funky that I had to take a shot. I think it turned out pretty well.

Last thing, my current lineup for next pieces is Lux, maybe Aqualux, Folly, and a silly little doodle of Moriyaa and Eight doing that one hoodie handshake meme, which I’ll also include below.

Oh yeah and a GrandGousier, maybe have Rat riding him?

[4rtis4n-goods]

Thought it was only right to have my next drawing be Astron <333

(To Astron: It’s so cool to see you commenting and liking my silly little drawings since I really love your art, thank you so so much!)

[feelinprettyblue02]

i have drawn one astron @astronyu since i inflict all my mutuals with the creacherfication/techwear curse (closeup without lenses below the cut, since i'm proud of the eyes)

[beanie23552]

Bruh idk why but y'all just LOVE the doctor4t fanart I made, so much so that doctor4t HIMSELF SAW IT, LIKE BRUH I MADE IT BC HAHA FUNNY RAT WITH BOMBS GO BBBBBRRRR, AND NOW IT HAS THE MOST NOTES OF ANY POST I'VE MADE, ASTRONYU SAW IT TOO?!?!?!? IM MELTING, PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY LIKE AAAHHHGGG I AM DEAD, IM GONE, IM DECEASED, I AM NO LONGER LIVING, IM NOT IN THIS MORTAL PLANE ANY LONGER, TWO BIIIGGG YOUTUBE'S SAW MY ART AND WENT: yea dis good.

This is me bro

Also I'm gonna redraw it again so it'll be better cuz that one is MONTHS old so ya.

This y'all btw 👇

[justtrashperson]

Trying to animate stuff

[arathain]

A Star of Dawn

The child, perhaps nine years of age or so, hid inside the cupboard, cutlery and tableware prodding in all the uncomfortable places. They did not see the room outside the cupboard, as instructed - quite probably for the better. The two caretakers were armed with a plain shortsword, the door barred with a wardrobe. The singular window's shutter was locked tight, as all the shutters in the town would've been by now. Even through the walls of the room & cupboard, screams and footsteps were audible in the distance. A shudder, the floor vibrating powerfully. Another. The cries went silent. The caretakers gripped their swords tightly, readying themselves as best as they could, given their meagre martial arts training.

The door flew open, smashing against the wall together with the wardrobe. Pieces scattered across the floor, with parts of the wall paint having flaked away to reveal the brick underneath. Through the doorway stepped an unassuming figure, cloaked in grey garbs. A half-mask covered their mouth and nose, two vertical slits streaming down from the tear glands of the eyes. The hair was an unassuming dark brown, streaked with hints of grey. They unsheathed a sword, if you could call it a sword - a solid piece of black granite, sharpened to absurdity. Abruptly, the leftmost nurse dashed towards the figure, sword descending with all the strength they could muster.

With thorough disinterest, the grey being grasped the sword by the blade, the inside of their glove absorbing the cut. Twisting, the sword broke, and the battered nurse could only gasp as the Mason cut twice, stone cleanly cleaving from the clavicle to the midriff, and again, horizontally. The eyes of the murderer were pointed in the direction of their victim, but thoroughly blank - as if seeing past the nurse altogether. With a rise of their left hand, the ground shook, thousands of tiny spikes protruding from the stone bricks directly opposite to the second nurse. With a gurgle, they fell to the floor, countless tiny red splotches forming on their back. Inside of the cupboard, the child could barely contain their fear. The Mason sheathed their sword, looking down on the corpses below them.

'Idiots' the Wheel-Bearer muttered, as a shadowy figure silently ran down the corridor behind them. 'One and all dancing on thin air.'

Turning back to see the one approaching, their voice slit through the air; 'Is the apparatus destroyed? The physickers dead?'

'Aye, sir.' The hands and knives of the Thronebreaker Shadow were painted with blood as they reached into one of their myriad pockets, and extended a blade-like sliver of crystal, tied down intricately with rope. 'The fruits of their labour, in all their glory.'

The Mason carefully grasped the combined effort of a century of alchemists, the crystal dancing as it refracted light in countless, pointless ways.

'Missed the mark by a tad, there.' they said, studying the essence of the artifice. 'A unique approach to be sure, but unacceptable in its intended use.'

The Mason's head turned towards the cupboard. 'Although, a more appropriate use might've presented itself.' They turned back to their compatriot.

'Prepare the Walkway back home; burn the entire complex down as well. It is best if we eliminate all traces of what was being sought after here.'

As the Shadow departed, the immortal-killer walked over to the cupboard, and, without a hint of hesitation, smashed it into the ceiling. The child shrieked as shards of clay and porcelain cut their face and arms, woodchips scraping against their skin. Laying broken on the floor, the small one coughed up blood as the Mason grabbed them by the neck, lifting them up so as to inspect them. Their eyes widened; still seeing past what they were looking at, however it seemed that, for a brief moment, a brand new vision was revealed to the lifeless orbs.

'Oh, you'll do.' The mason stabbed the primitive crystal kris into the child's nape, sending convulsions throughout the body as the crystal fused with the child's self, guided by the Mason's hand. 'You'll do well. I may not be a child of the Bud or the Blossom, but even the graceless I may yet serve the Twin-Dragon Wheel. Tell me, what is your name?'

The slivers of clay and porcelain flew off of the child as the magical stone-and-metalworker's hand moved, the crystal in the child's body bringing them back to bearable conditions once more.

The child hesitantly spoke. 'I'm J-'

Cut off before being given a chance to barely start, the child flew against the wall, bones cracking as the blunt of the Mason's stone-sword retreated into its sheath. With a twist of the hand, the child was brought back to a state just undamaged enough to be able to stand straight. Raising a hand to their chin, the Mason lowered themselves to look down upon the tiny one.

'Do not utter such useless words. You are nothing, were nothing, and, given your circumstances would be any different, would've been ash soon. Alas, your existence has the potential to feed the Twin Ouroboros, and that is a task I wouldn't dare to intrude upon. What are your parents' names?'

The child hesitated, silent in fear.

'Tell them to me.'

As the child opened their mouth to speak, they were thrown across the room once again, the Mason's blade ringing as it retreated into its sheath once more. Once again, the child was raised up, brought back to just before the brink of death.

'Your parents are dead or dying, and their essence is a disgrace to existence itself. A name must be earned, and they've long lost any right to such distinguishment. Given time and effort, your existence shall warrant a name for it; now, tell me. What is your name?'

With fear in its eyes, the child hesitantly whispered. 'Nothing. I have no name.'

The Mason straightened upright, still looking down on the now time-scattered child, their upbringing soon to be wiped off of the annals of history. 'Rule of the third - very well, you are salvageable.'

The Mason grabbed them by the nape and dragged them, their feet sliding across the planks. The halls they were dragged through burned with a blue flame, parting before its creator. Through the blue haze, the child saw corpse after corpse, being consumed by flames fed from the very essence of their previous owners. As the alchemists' mansion Blossomed blue and the Mason stepped through the Walkway, the child drifted away, their exhaustion sliding their eyelids shut.

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The young adult circled the colourless meal on their plate with a three-pronged fork, the individual spines sharper than they have any right to usually be. The table, akin to the room itself, was plain and stone-cold - potentially owing to the fact it was made of said stone. Footsteps. The clank of cruel metal against the stone floor rang as the Mason entered the small kitchen, the two lanterns newly invigorated with blue flame. Rising a chair out of the sheer rock, the solitary Wheel-Bearer sat in front of the budding chrysalis. The no-longer-child but not-quite-adult immediately straightened and set down their fork - for the house, and the child, were the Mason's, and their existence was leveraged on serving their assigned purpose.

'What stands in your path?'

The adolescent looked at their 'mentor' bewildered, waiting for an elaboration. When one inevitably did not come, they gave in and hesitantly asked. 'Pardon?'

The immortal-killer sighed. 'You do not make progress. You have not made progress. The wheel does not budge for you. What stands in your path, to hinder you so?'

Looking down at their plate through their newly-made crystal glasses, the adolescent failed to provide an answer. While they held faint memories of occasional cruelty from the Mason, the being has never failed to provide for them, and allowed them to foster their skills whenever they provided. In contrast, the adolescent failed miserably at trials of power and wit, unable to impress in any degree. To say the young one felt useless was an understatement, to say the least.

'I- I do not know.'

The Mason stood up, the chair underneath crumbling to dust. 'Very well.'

With a single motion, the seat the adolescent sat in shot up through the roof, the stone tiles retracting to make space for the average-sized figure. As the young one got up, the Mason effortlessly climbed onto the rooftop, gazing at the stars above.

'The stars are curious, among the cycle. Seemingly ageless, they nevertheless pop in and out of existence in due time; their lifespans simply outshine a mortal one by aeons, forever out of reach.' Looking back at the adolescent, their eyes seeing past, the Mason stared. 'This is your purpose. That is the end of your journey, the culmination of your purpose; your death will blind a thousand eyes, and send the Wheel reeling forward. With time, and the care I grant unto you, you shall be fit for this express purpose; only power can be your salvation.'

The adolescent stared at them, wide-eyed.

'S-so, my only purpose is to die?'

The Mason's eyes narrowed, the grey irises drilling into the young one's own. 'If you do not find another way, yes - that shall be your purpose. Only if your existence will be noteworthy, may you escape the Wheel by serving it.' With that, the roof parted underneath them, and they walked out of the small stone house, opening a Walkway to stifle places far removed. As the wound in the world's fabric closed, the child looked up longingly at the astral objects above, grasping. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Astron woke up, rising against the wooden table, as the first rays of the morning sun illuminated Rat's hideaway log cabin. Rubbing their eyes and adjusting their cheap yellow glasses, they gathered their sketches and stowed their books away, lest Rat see what they're researching. The Mason's works, as well as miscellanities on the occult they gathered from their travels. Insofar, their search did not bear many fruit, however they were determined to find the truth of what 'Circle-Breaker' meant, and, perhaps more importantly, to discover who it was that so effortlessly put an end to the Mason altogether. Perhaps, there were other things that this being could bring an end to, or better yet - elevate.

As they gathered up the last of the papers, one of the pieces gave them pause - a singular sketch of the old dining hall at the Perch; Lux, Freak, & the Mason all together with them. Holding it tightly, they walked outside, the mountain valley laid out in front of them.

They squinted as the golden rays of the sun hit their eyes, hands firmly gripping the veranda below them. Looking up, the stars faded, but not in the mind of Astron. Grimacing, they painstakingly tore up the small sketch, letting the tiny shreds be scattered by the wind. Heading back inside, a single, soft mutter escaped from under their breath.

'No cost too great.'

[astronyu]

i think i have no where else to go

[flyingfluffywolf]

Another one of @astronyu before I go sleepy