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[0asterous0]

Welcome <3

Right now you're on my pinned post, which will be my main sorting system on this account! Every Information or AU you will need that already exists on this acc will be here!!

Me and My Tags <3

My name is Aster or Iasoni, I'm 20 and I've been hanging aroung the MCYT community for a while. I'm new to the Tumblr though! I had this acc for a while, but I never knew, and to be honest, still don't know how to use it! I will be struggling in here a lot!

#asterous yaps - The tag where I will be talking about anything and everything! It will be random stuff that comes to mind, MCYT included!

#asterous writes - My little silly headspace where I throw all one-shots and AU ideas/fics! If it's just an idea, feel free to reply asking for the real thing, I might write it! (and you can always send your own requests and ideas in the ask!)

#asterous ask - The place where I will be answering your questions!! (PLEASE VISIT MY ASK)

My MCYT Works <3

Open Horizon [Trafficshipping!]

-- An interactive superhero AU, the first part of the series "The Greater Esempi"; Mumscarian-centric; Rating - Teen and Up, but it might change to Mature depending how dark the series grow;

TW// PTSD, Depression, Blood and violence, Death, Fantasy racism, Delirium and derealization: Unhealty relationships (Platonic) and coping mechanisms.

Love Ranch [Trafficshipping!]

-- A flower ranchers AU, where Jimmy and Tango think that there's a new ranch in town, and they are now in competition for the market, when actually the new "ranch" is therapy, run by Scott and Cleo.

This is based on Double Life, but this is an AU for a reason; a lot of stuff is different, and relationships are different. They still have drama and issues that might reference the actual series, but otherwise, it's just my creation.

I do writing commissions!

Hi! I'm officially opening commissions! :D If you've been around here, you probably are aware that I write for free when I get the ideas in my inbox/ask, but they are mostly around 1k words, so I decided to give it a try and give people a chance to commission me for much bigger stories.

I do:

Ship fics, Platonic fics, Gen fics. Different fandoms (Mainly MCYT, Voltron, Percy Jackson, and many others that I can't remember right now, but you can ask me in the inbox!) Both canon and alternative universe settings. I'm ready to develop the whole worldbuilding if needed. Slightly suggestive themes (everything either joked or implied). Dark themes like murder, torture, suicide, etc.

I don't do:

OC stories. I don't think I will be able to capture your characters well enough, without having enough content. Darker themes like pedophilia, incest, rape, etc. Smut.

The prices!

My regular price stands at 5€/$/£ for 2k words! If the commission is multi-chapter, then I'll take 5€/$/£ for each chapter! (The words might range from 2k to 5k.)

If your currency is different, we can talk about the prices in DMs while discussing the commission! (I myself came from a country where 5$ is too much for 2k words, so I will understand and try to accommodate!)

My Ko-Fi <3

(I also accept donations, in case you like my writing and you feel generous! I am in a very rough situation right now, which is the reason why I'm opening these commissions, so...)

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Additionally, if you require a writer, I CAN take that job, and we can discuss the payment later on. I can and will gladly help with games. Worldbuilding, script writing, I can help.

[petrichor-reminiscence]

coming out headcanons with c!Technoblade

Warnings: cursing

Pairing: c!Technoblade x ftm!Reader

request from @pxytn-png! lovely idea btw, and also thank you for being the reason i fixed my anon issue lmao thanks for bringing that to my attention mate :) ty for the ask!

quick disclaimer before we start here: i am not trans ftm, so i cannot speak for the community and i hope i am not poorly representing all of you bois! y’all are literally so fucking valid tho like the MOST valid i sWEAR dudes, deadass. if there’s something i need to educate myself on, my inbox and dms are ALWAYS open, so please feel free to interact!

♡♡♡

- when you came up to him one day in a cold sweat with uneven breaths, Techno immediately knew something was up. he immediately asked you what was wrong, ready to go murder whoever he had to for you, and the voices were going CRAZY with their theories and stress and worry for you

- you told him you had something to tell him, and he internally freaked out because the dumbass thought you were going to leave him or something or say you didn’t love him anymore

- blame the voices tho! they stress him out and make him overthink everything more than he already would! 

- once you came out in your way of choice, he was so relieved that you didn’t come to tell him you hated him

- and he was also so flattered and felt so loved that you felt secure enough to be more of your true self around him! the voices were flattered and happy too!

- “so, you’re a man, huh?” “yeah...” he looked at you for a moment before grinning widely, pulling you into the PHATTEST fuckin hug. “trust me, he/him just suits you better, it’s more you.” 

- the voices most certainly agree! after all, it was the true you, it was what made you feel more comfortable in your own skin.

- as he started working on your pronoun change, the voices helped out quite a lot. if he even so much as got close to even thinking the slip-up of the wrong pronouns, the voices were fuckin ON IT man. he learned pretty quickly, wanted to make you the most comfortable he could!

- every time he said ‘he’ or ‘him’ in reference to you, he couldn’t help but smile. it just reminded him that you felt secure enough to be your true self around him and that you trusted him enough to come out to him

- although he had to admit, it did lead to a little bit of confusion

- “so, that makes me... gay? or wait... well either way, i know i’m attracted to dudes obviously...”

- “do i tell Philza that i’m gay now or do i wait until Y/n decides to open up to him about himself?”

- lowkey steals clothing from other guys around the smp so you can dress more masculine if you want to. he’d offer up some of his own clothes, but he is like a seven-foot-tall fuckin piglin hybrid, massive boi, so he wasn’t sure how well his clothes would fit you

- unless you yourself are a massive boi as well, in that case he’s fine with sharing some clothes! i mean, he’d be fine with sharing either way, but like he was a firm believer in wearing clothes that fit properly so one wouldn’t have even the slightest limitation in mobility for battle 

- but if he got the opportunity to see one of his large shirts draped on his boyfriend, he might just have a heart attack

- would also have a heart attack seeing his boyfriend fitting into his shirt well and just like b r o 

- deadass would die on the spot either way, he loves you so much bro like oasijgadsoigj 

- blood god is soft for his boyfriend! so soft!

- would never admit it out loud, but the voices know and never let him forget how much of a sap he is for you 

- would help you try various things to cope with any dysphoria you might be having, like deadass mans would go to hell and back to get you anything that would make you more comfortable in your own skin. anything safe for you, that is, he wanted to make sure you weren’t hurting yourself

- s i m p, he’s a simp your honour, s to the i to the m to the p 

- overall, having you come out to him and having a boyfriend now took a little bit of getting used to but it was an amazing change (the word ‘change’ used lightly, because it wasn’t even much of a change at all. just a pronoun change bro, you’ve always been a man, the only change was that you felt secure enough with techno to tell him ^^)

- not only were you more yourself, but he got to know you that much more, and when you’re your true self around him is when he just falls in love with you more and more each day <3

[unmitigatedsuperiority]

I posted 4,137 times in 2021

314 posts created (8%)

3823 posts reblogged (92%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 12.2 posts.

I added 6,485 tags in 2021

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#icons - 426 posts

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#ah - 325 posts

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#dm - 267 posts

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#jj - 180 posts

#fics - 158 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#‘he’s looking at you like you’re the night sky continually searching for a wonder he hasn’t yet seen’ ugh need me a freak like that

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

criminal minds appreciation week 2021 | day one

favorite episode: seven seconds (3x05)

145 notes • Posted 2021-08-02 23:12:27 GMT

#4

what if we 🥺👉👈 cuddled and watched criminal minds

154 notes • Posted 2021-09-06 02:32:41 GMT

#3

Hi! Could I please request a Spencer Reid x Reader blurb? I saw this on another blog from a long time ago but, could you do “You did what with the banana?”

Sorry this sat in my inbox for so long! This was definitely a tricky prompt, but I'm happy with what I came up with. Hope you are, too!

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“You did what with the banana?” Hotch’s voice cut through Spencer’s thoughts as he watched you through the blinds. You looked nervous, which made sense considering that you were the reason Spencer was in Hotch’s office, ready to be reprimanded.

Let it be known that despite current circumstances, Spencer Reid still loved you.

When you first started working at the BAU, you were welcomed with open arms. Whip smart and great in the field, you thrived in the role and the team accepted you almost immediately. But no one seemed to anticipate just how well you and Spencer would get along. Or how much the office prank wars would escalate when the two of you joined forces. Perhaps you and Spencer caused more trouble together than you did apart; you brought out that side in each other. Exhilarated laughs and shared looks across the bullpen, your mischievous smile the catalyst for the warmth behind Spencer’s ribcage. He loved you, but it was entirely your fault that Spencer was now trying to come up with an explanation for today’s incident that wouldn’t make the pragmatic unit chief let out one of his trademark exasperated sighs.

“Hotch, I need you to know that it was technically Y/N’s idea in the first place. I was simply demonstrating a fundamental lesson about physics and the coefficient of friction–”

“Reid.” Spencer shut his mouth as Hotch gently stopped him from going off on a tangent. He couldn’t tell if the action relieved him or frustrated him. Hotch took a beat before continuing.

“I’m sure you didn’t mean to cause any harm. But Anderson was not happy when he came into my office today. And I just want to get this sorted before it becomes any more of an issue. Make sense?” Hotch softly explained, stern exterior shielding the clear bias he had toward the younger agent. Toward anyone on his team. Spencer nodded. “Good. The banana?” He raised an eyebrow expectantly as Spencer began to ramble.

“Right! Okay, so essentially Garcia was complaining about Morgan beating her in Mario Kart, which isn’t a new topic of discussion. They have game nights every month and he always beats her. I’m not sure why she’s so surprised every time. Anyway, she mentioned that she lost the last round because Morgan had thrown a banana peel at her that had slowed her down just long enough for him to beat her.”

“Okay…”

“Then, Y/N asked if a banana peel could actually wipe someone out like that in real life. So, you see, I was simply explaining the mechanics behind the action, and I grabbed a banana from the break room to demonstrate.”

“I think I know where this is headed.”

“Morgan missed the peel. Anderson wasn’t so lucky. I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt, Hotch,” Spencer explained, cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

“An accident.”

“Exactly.”

Hotch leaned back in his chair, almost speechless. Like he wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, but he couldn’t let his Unit Chief mask slip.

Spencer glanced back toward the blinds in search of you, only snapping his attention forward as Hotch folded his hands across the desk and leaned in.

“You know, it’s been nice to see you come out of your shell over the last several months. And Y/L/N definitely plays a role in that.” Spencer flushed at Hotch’s words.

“That being said, the two of you seem determined to cause trouble whenever you’re together. I’ve let most of it slide, because it’s usually harmless, but now I’ve got an upset Anderson and likely some explaining to do to Strauss.” Spencer sunk a little in his seat.

“I’m sorry, Hotch. We didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt. Anderson was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Just…” He let out a sigh. Spencer winced. “Maybe tone down the pranks and such.”

Spencer nodded once before Hotch motioned to the door, effectively ending the conversation, and dismissing him. And so, with a Yes, sir! Spencer was exiting the office, feeling simultaneously guilty and relieved. As soon as he was back in the bullpen, his eyes instantly found yours. Your face twisted into a knowing grimace as he approached.

“You threw me under the bus, didn’t you?” Spencer chuckled at your assumption, knowing that it was unequivocally what had happened. He wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You’re just lucky I didn’t tell him you wanted someone to slip.”

“Hey! I was simply observing the mechanics behind the slipperiness of a banana peel. It’s not my fault that Anderson just happened to walk by at the exact time. Besides, Garcia was hoping that Morgan would be the one to slip,” you shrugged.

“I just want him to know what it’s like!” Penelope called out, after not-so-subtly eavesdropping from the opposite desk, not an ounce of malice in her words.

“To be fair…” you started, “it was really funny.” A disbelieving grin spread across Spencer’s face. He leaned his forehead against yours, incapable of being mad at you.

“God, what am I going to do with you?” He mumbled, face set in a firm scowl of mock annoyance. You smirked at him, reveling in this moment before replying.

“Use my unrivaled skills to get back at Morgan before he retaliates once he figures out the banana peel was meant for him?” Spencer barked out a laugh before looking you in the eyes, fondness in his gaze and amusement in his smile. It was in that moment that Spencer knew you were the one for him, and that Morgan had no clue what was coming. The two of you just needed to do a better job of sneaking around Hotch. Spencer pressed a quick kiss to your temple before walking out of the bullpen with you, hand in hand.

“You read my mind.”

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177 notes • Posted 2021-10-25 22:05:38 GMT

#2

criminal minds appreciation week 2021 | day three

favorite quote: “It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.” —Rose Kennedy; The Fisher King, Part 2 (2x01)

185 notes • Posted 2021-08-04 13:34:57 GMT

#1

penelope garcia is literally sexy and if u disagree ur wrong

223 notes • Posted 2021-09-24 23:21:57 GMT

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[ravn-87]

So there was this guy that I had been talking to for the last couple of days. Claimed he wasn't juvenile, and had all these Dom/Sub content on his Tumblr profile. We got along nice in the comments, until he tried to DM my inbox. And he asked for my opinion on things. I can tell he was trying to find an online "match-up" and trying to get to the point of profiling me. He said he liked "hurricane" women and minds that are strong and intriguing....

So all I did was explain my POV about something in straight forward statements with no pushiness or attack mentality- just a conversation about my view....

He said I was shoving my views down his throat like a mommy spoon-feeding him, attacked me on statement formality, on vocal intonation, - which is straight up perceived in his head, because if I'm "yelling" at him, he must cry when he reads regular online articles and textbooks - on word usage, attacked me for using big words like "colloquialisms" and accused me of using them to be fake and being immature for using vernacular like "how I word crap." And then attacked me for having typos and using them as an attack point for not knowing what I'm typing and not understanding what I meant by "texting can be a volatile form of communication" - which it can be because it's hard to convey accurate vocal intonation when you're thinking peacefully and the page makes it come off as abrasive (or "dominating," as he puts it).

We butted heads last night like crazy, all he did was accuse me and get hung up on small details rather than just listen to what I had to say. I told to unfriend me and he said "I'm not juvenile, hun" (thank you for the condescension sir - call me Miss or Ravn.). So then we traded off commentary on various posts today and he particularly liked what I said on one and decided to try again which I was open for....and I explained why we could've clashed, y'know trying to hash things out? And all I did was offer one explanation....and he was all over me AGAIN...and blocked me.

No consideration whatsoever. Apparently hurricane women with actual individual minds were not what he actually wanted inspite of his claims. And he ran. Pffft. 🤨 Whaaaateveeer.💁‍♀️

Juvenile wench.

I've known far more well-developed conversationalists that don't take things so easily up the back-track. "Dom," my ass.

But I am kinda sad to lose his account. Even if he made me uncomfortable since I straight up knew what he was after 🙄🙄, he did post some really good stuff. 😒💁‍♀️ *Sigh* ah well. I knew his head didn't sound right. I kept talking about slowing down and being careful and he wasn't very considerate ...at. all. It was like if I wasn't ready to talk romantic crap, he wasn't interested. I feel sorry for the girl who winds up with him. Hopefully she can hold her own and show him a better mindstate to evaluate others with.

Lack of communication and willingness to try, along with lack of information and awareness is the bane of humanity.

It's always lack of communication and relatability, I swear.

I'm not perfect, but pissing him off was just waaaay too easy to do. It should not have been that way. It was absurd.

Talking is hard