#prompt: aster

[theladyheroine]

ROTG Imagine 🐰🐣🍫

❥ Hi you guys! So this is just a small idea I came up with since Easter is tomorrow, hope you enjoy! God Bless! 🩷

Prompt:

On every single Easter, whenever Bunny leaves eggs for kids to find he’ll stick around for a few minutes to see what they get. Or if he’s in a hurry, he’ll return to the egg hunt to see if it’s still going. If any of the little ones have trouble, he’ll lead them to the best eggs!

If anyone leaves him gifts such as candy or even a nice drawing he’ll tear up. He denies it every time of course, but whatever he receives he keeps in his home by his bed or in a little chest.

(This last one was inspired by me & my siblings! We wrote a few letters to the Easter Bunny as kids! 😊)

He likes to make the hiding spots more difficult for the older kids, but will sometimes inaudibly cringe if they miss an obvious spot. 😂 If some of the kids are real small, he’ll make himself known & even help them find eggs. Maybe give them a chocolate or two. 🍫

[porters-fangs]

send aster normal asks challenge (level: impossible)

[valentine-cafe]

“you are so beautiful. . . più bella del sole.”

rishen pauses. maroon hues pouring into the emerald stars that shine up at him. glimmer with admiration of the highest celestial accord.

italian is not his mother tongue — yet he understands it all the same.

a dazed smile from his boyfriend below. his hand reaches with strain to cup along his face. shakily trace a pattern on his cheekbone.

“so beautiful. . .”

rishen takes a breath. heart stilling.

“alessio. . .”

he removes the fingers from his masked face. detaching a lover's touch. ice takes over the warmth of the sun that shines from his expression.

“I am performing fucking surgery on your intestine can you - ”

﹙ the antihero & the hero 🍒. ﹚ verse 781 : alessio / rishen

[oros-ash3s]

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Day 26 || “Concealing an Injury”

Aster couldn’t remember the last time he had kept a companion along for so long.

Ryuji, of course, his ever-loyal brother and best friend, would never think to leave him. They were partners to the end, each other’s own confidants, the thought of abandonment was not a worry in his mind. Yet the boy was refused mission after mission, leaving Aster alone to venture out into the unknown while the latter stayed put at the base, both the boys disheartened by this fact. Another harsh reality to the brother’s cruel fate.

But other than that, his equals at the Division didn’t tend to stick around for very long. 

It was inevitable, really. Despite having one of the flashier curses, his abilities managing to woo crowds and impress those at the base, it seemed that eventually the deformities that came with it always scared them away. The sight of his blackened, decaying body always knew how to do the trick, his true form something that left terror shining in each of their eyes – not awe. 

And if not for the curse, his rank alone was enough to steer any right-minded person away. He was the top of the Seventh Sector, his powers and strength considered to be along with those of the Magnum Octō, individuals who were completely separate from the rest of the Division, gods in their own sense. And although the fame and adoration was nice, a boost to his ego on any day, being alone was a hell of a lot worse. 

But then came in Yara. 

Isolated and alone, she was like him, in a way. She didn’t know the luxury that was having friends, her only partner being Mav, the pet raven that followed her around everywhere she went. Being not from the Seventh Sector — nowhere close to it, in fact — she didn’t know about his not so pretty past. The real effects of his curse, or his intimidating rank amongst the Division. 

And Aster couldn’t be happier about it all. 

Gone were the snakes who had wormed their way to his side in hopes of taking his position. Gone were the nasty glares, the side-eyes of bitter resentment, the sharp looks cutting into his back. Or the timid fear that he received throughout the Sector, Ryuji’s reputation doing nothing to spare Aster’s own. 

Instead, he had found himself a constant companion. A true, good-natured friend, who knew nothing of the dark rotted bits of his soul. No, not just any friend. A best friend, someone to be by his side, always. Someone to accompany him on missions and fill the long drudges of stiff silence with giggled whispers and quippy jokes. Someone to fall asleep next to on the train, to share meals with. Someone to truly and wholly love. 

Yet Aster’s luck had finally caught up to him.

And all of it, this beautiful wondrous girl with her fidgety fingers and snappy raven and sweet delicate words, was about to come to an end. 

He’d really fucked things up this time. No going back to the way things were, not with his lungs turning to rot, blackened gore spreading along his flesh. And Yara, his best friend, watching on with an awe-struck expression. 

He always was the fool in the end, wasn’t he?

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[packleaderbriggan]

Making the first Rise of the Guardians entry for MerMay!!!

Here are the final selections for the Core Five!!

Jack Frost, as a Nudibranch

E. Aster Bunnymund, as a Dalmatian Nurse Shark

Nicholas St. North, as a Whale Shark

Sanderson Mansnoozie, as a Leafy Sea Dragon

And last but certainly not least!!

Toothiana, as a Mandarinfish

As the month goes on, some of these choices might change based on the prompt, but I think they're pretty solid options for a foundation!!

[phaerlax]

It's Astaru Month! 🦇🐺

Let's celebrate these times of little guys! I'll share any submissions on Tumblr, Twitter or Bluesky.

You can crosspost any of your astaru creations to other aster-centric November events, such as @nuflashfic's #DrabblesForAster and @nucarnievents' Aster Fanweek!

Click here for more #DrabblesForAster info~

Click here for more Aster Fanweek info~

And don't forget we'll also have Wolves Week. . .

[asterlune]

sunlit memories — aster lune

inspired by a poetizer poetry prompt

[kaleiidoskope]

i need to DRAW i need to CREATE i wanna MAKE SOMETHING

but i feel artblocked??

[aster-riskite]

Austria is so pretty and I love him so much. (Affectionately)

i just encountered you maybe 2 minutes ago and i would already sail a boat with you because this is so very based

[iactivatepotofgreed]

I miss your proshipping (edo x ryo) art so effing much ;_;

HAH!!! You activated my trap card! When you mention ryo and edo my brain malfunctions and I'm forced to draw them. Looking pretty foolish now huh..? Hehehe.........

[odd-underscore-soul]

Oc-tober day 4 - First design of a current oc

Andromeda (current name Aster)

also current design for anyone who’s curious

gotta redo his ref sheet sometime 😔

[oros-ash3s]

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Day 19 || “Death Wish”

“Do you have a death wish?” 

Aster awoke to the sound of a very familiar voice. A very familiar, very pissed off voice. 

Ryuji stared down at his elder brother, eyes squinted into near slits. The annoyance of the boy was instantly evident, his movements stiff and harsh, expression lined by creases of irritation, as his hands worked with Aster’s lower arm, carefully wrapping up the blackened flesh of his wrists. “I thought your stupidity had already reached its peak,” he hissed, words sharp and spit at a certain velocity that Aster only received in the most special of circumstances. “But apparently not.” 

Aster shifted slightly on the bed, offering Ryuji a crooked grin. “Aw, missed you too.” He cooed, wincing as the slight movement lit a fire along his muscles, a strangled cough choking from his lips.

Fuck, he thought to himself, body falling limp upon the mattress once more, pain thrumming from his insides. He’d really outdone himself this time. 

“Don’t move,” Ryuji grunted, tightening the bandages along Aster’s limbs, the rotted skin buried under a sticky substance of magical herbs and healing ointment. “You’ll only make it worse.” 

Aster let out a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a protest, his eyes slipping closed. Unfortunately, the pain did not allow him off the hook of his younger brother’s fiery wrath. Oh no, even a coma for who-knew-how-long and injuries scaling his bloody, battered figure was not enough to convince Ryuji to have some mercy. His anger knew no bounds. 

And unfortunately for bedridden Aster, he was only getting started. 

“I mean, what the hell were you thinking? Chasing down a hoard of Noroi, while injured, no less.” Ryuji continued, his movements far from gentle. The longer he spoke it seemed the harsher the tug of the bandages became, sparks of pain igniting from the very thing that was supposed to be helping him. Though, maybe that was what he deserved for daring to almost die while Ryuji was on shift. “That’s just asking to be eaten.” 

Aster grimaced in pain, the reminder of his foolish idea almost worse than the decaying flesh currently clinging to his bones. Out of all the years he’d been at this job, this might have been the most embarrassing moment of them all. And of course it was up to his brother to rub salt into the wound.

“You’re fucking lucky I was on patrol.” Ryuji grumbled. “Good thing I took a double shift. If I hadn’t been there to save your ass… Well, you and that rookie girl would be dead meat, right about now.” 

It was at those words that Aster was snapped from the haze of sleep, ice freezing inside his gut.

“Yara!” He shot up straight, eyes going wide. The action was instinctual, the pain currently coursing through his veins nothing but an afterthought at the mention of Yara, alone and helpless. Scared. 

The image of her, only seconds before Aster had found himself lost to the void of darkness, materialized in his head. Her eyes had been shiny, fear apparent in the tightness of her face, hair astray. She’d been bleeding — injuries riddling her figure due to Aster’s negligence.

The very thing he’d promised himself he would not allow. 

Fear suddenly tightened around his throat, a million different possibilities, all dark and cruel, as Aster knew this world to be, flying inside his mind. They were quickly replaced by the scream of his nerves, a tidal wave of pain overcoming him. 

He gagged, vision fading to black, a strangled noise escaping from his lips, groans of pure agony heaving from his chest. Ryuji was quick to push him back onto the bed, flickers of worry passing over his face as he did so. “Relax, relax,” he soothed, his voice taking a slightly softer tone at the older boy’s sudden distress. “She’s fine. Safe.” 

Aster wheezed out sharp, short breaths, the very action like blades scratching down the passageway of his throat. He scrunched up his face, head spinning.

As had many times before, times where he’d so foolishly allowed himself to overuse his magic, pain was his only state of being. Usually, he’d lay still as possible, the sound of Ryuji’s voice the very thing keeping him tethered to the Seventh Sector as his body trembled, almost vibrating by the very pain of it all. 

But right now, he could not so much as focus on it. Not when Yara was missing, an absence at his side that he had almost allowed himself to forget with the distraction of his new surroundings. She was missing, hurt, because of him. In his foolishness, his arrogant confidence, he’d almost gotten her killed. She was just a fucking kid, and he’d let her get hurt.

“Where is she?” He rasped, eyes flighty and wide, searching Ryuji’s face for the reassurance that she was alright, unharmed. “Is she hurt? Is she scared? I was supposed to–”

“She’s out on a tour. Anya is showing her around — giving her the ‘lay of the land’, or whatever it was.” Ryuji cut in, rubbing more ointment along Aster’s burning skin, the boy only giving hisses of pain in response. “She’s completely fine. Came in with a couple of minor wounds. Ophelia patched her right up. She’s more worried about your state than anything else.” He added. 

Aster swallowed, ignoring the rough stinging sensation that it brought. “Whew,” he said, forcing some light-hearted humour into his voice again. He tried to hide the absolute overwhelming relief that the thought brought, a sort of embarrassment at being so vulnerable and terrified washing over him. Despite it being Ryuji, he still couldn’t help the way his face grew hot, his outburst leaving the tug of shame inside his gut. “Good.” 

Ryuji’s gaze fell upon Aster’s face again, taking note of the slight flush that had bloomed along his brother’s cheeks. “You never mentioned picking up any strays.” He muttered, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

“She’s not a stray.” Aster corrected, meeting his brother’s gaze, his voice hoarse. “Just… a friend.” 

A beat of silence followed, the months of separation between the two settling in the air between them, understanding flowing between the boys.

It had been the longest Aster had ventured out of the Sector in a long while. But still, there was no tension between the two, both of them falling into the same routine they always did. No matter how much time past, Ryuji never failed to stay the same. He was a constant, through all of it. And as much as Ryuji depended on Aster for guidance, Aster depended on him just the same, if not more.

He knew that he’d be nothing without the younger boy to take care of him. 

Ryuji mustered up his version of a smile – a small quirk at the left corner of his lips, a gentle warmth lighting inside his uninjured eye. It was enough to make Aster feel better on any day, even with all his worries and burdens, the weight of the world pressed onto his shoulders. 

He may not have known what he was going to do about Yara, his seat on the council, or the decay that was threatening to take him over entirely with every passing day, but with his brother at his side, healing his wounds, Aster didn’t care so much. 

They were going to be okay.

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[asterdeer]

should i do the kill a character bingo for 2025 with richard. should i try to kill richard maxwell at least 25 times next year. much to consider

[neopronouns-in-action]

Neopronouns in Action #089: Nip it in the Bud

Neopronouns: asp/asps/aspself, and asp/asps/aspself, and ast/asters/asterself, ,which follow the same rules as it/its/itself

Replace it with asp or aster Replace its with asps or asters Replace itself with aspself or asterself

EX:

"It is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as it gets a fence set up around its yard so the puppy can go outside without it having to walk it. Its uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting it use, since it lost its. It's going to buy toys and train the puppy itself."

Becomes:

"Asp is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as asp gets a fence set up around asp s yard so the puppy can go outside without asp having to walk it. Asps uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting asp use, since asp lost asp s. Asp's going to buy toys and train the puppy aspself."

or

"Aster is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as aster gets a fence set up around asters yard so the puppy can go outside without aster having to walk it. Asters uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting aster use, since aster lost asters. Aster's going to buy toys and train the puppy asterself."

_______

“So what’s your name and pronouns?”

Asp sideyed Basis, who had just introduced asterself, saying that asters pronouns were aster/asters/asterself.

Aster had somehow found asters way into asps favorite hideout below the waterfall cave, which had ruined asps plans for the afternoon for a quiet fishing trip at the Hidden Lake at the slowest time when there wouldn’t be any distractions or obnoxious spam.

This wasn’t the first time someone else had discovered the clipping-rock glitch, but it still always came as an unpleasant surprise. Asp had gotten used to the idea that this place was hidden and asp’d have the opportunity to sort and sore all asps items, and sleep, without the threat of thieves or playerkillers.

So far, Basis didn’t seem like a playerkiller, because usually they’d just kill you immediately and then gloat at your ghost while you waited the obnoxious five minutes or more to respawn, but the lack of an immediate kill didn’t entirely rule out the possibility.

Aster was still waiting for an answer, looking expectant.

They could both see eachother’s usercodes if they toggled the HUD, the long string of white numbers that floated over their heads. But that wasn’t the same thing as a name.

Basis’ usercode was 833,459,570.

The HUD helpfully informed asp that there was a gap of 26,882,797 people between their usercodes, with asp having the lower number of 806,576,773

Some people spent their free time in a competition to see who could get the oldest usercode, for no reason except bragging rights, and would even trade their own physical hearts with someone to get closer to their goal, just so they could say they had a low number.

Asp threw aspself into a seated position on top of asps materials trunk, and crossed asps arms over asps chest. “What’s it to you?”

There was an urban legend that if you knew someone’s name, you could steal their heart right out of their chest while they slept. Asp didn’t believe it, but some people did.

If this stranger wanted to trade hearts, aster was going to have to drive a hard bargain.

Asp didn’t much care for gold, since there wasn’t really anything asp particularly wanted to buy with it that asp couldn’t make for aspself.

Basis smiled, and jumped up into the air, folding asters legs and floating in place, surrounded by a soft pink glow.

Showoff.

“Just trying to be friendly.” Aster said.

Asp wondered if asp had enough runes left to make a banishing spell. Or, if aster got annoying enough, asp could just kill aster, and decline the option to loot asters items. (A courtesy asp always extended to others even though asp knew it usually wouldn’t be returned in kind)

That was assuming that aster was a lower level than asp, but of course, that wasn’t guaranteed.

Basis was wearing what appeared to be basic stego-leather armour, with matching stego-glider plates and a spiked tail to match, color-shifted to hot pink.

But, like the color, the armour might just be a cosmetic override, hiding much higher level armour beneath it.

“I don’t have a name.” Asp finally replied to the original question, still contemplating the idea of starting a fight just to get this whole situation over with.

Basis raised an eyebrow, and did the skeletal floating icon, which aster immediately interrupted, and followed up with the skeptical icon. “Sorry, wrong icon.” Aster stated the obvious with a little laugh.

Asp rolled asps eyes.

“Okay, I don’t mean to be rude, but can you please just leave?” Asp asked, “I don’t come here to make friends. I come here to get away from people. This is my homeworld, so if you just want to hop literally to any other world, you can explore all you want in here.”

Basis didn’t take the very reasonable offer. Aster said instead, with a smirk, “Hmm, nah. I don’t feel like it. And what do you mean you don’t have a name? Everyone has a name. It came free when you were born.”

“I don’t have a name.” Asp repeated.

“Well then what are your pronouns? What am I supposed to call you?”

“My pronouns are asp/asps/aspself. And you won’t have to call me anything if you just leave me alone to my fishing.”

“So your name is Asp, and you use nameself pronouns.”

The urge to PK the obnoxious stranger was growing stronger. “No,” Asp said firmly, “My name is not asp, that’s just one of my pronouns. I don’t have a name because I don’t want one. You can call me by my pronouns, but that’s not my name.”

Basis raised both eyebrows. “Oookay then,” aster said, voice oozing disbelief. “Well, anyways, I don’t feel like leaving. It’s interesting in here, I love what you’ve done with the place.” Abruptly, aster unfolded asters legs and hopped back to the ground, then swung around and reached to open the drawers on asps mahogany vanity set.

Aster tried to open the drawers, but got blocked by a red key symbol that prevented asters hands from actually touching the handles.

Aster looked at asp and pouted dramatically. “What, really?” Basis asked, like it was a personal insult that asp kept asps private items under a lock. “Who even comes down here that you have to worry about thieves?”

“You’re here, aren’t you?” Asp countered, “And you literally just tried to steal my stuff.”

“No, no, I wasn’t stealing,” aster said, wagging a finger through the air reprovingly, “I just wanted to see what you had, that’s all. Just checking. That’s not a crime, is it?”

Asp rolled asps eyes again. “You and I both know it isn’t. That doesn’t mean it’s not rude. You could just ask me what I have in there if you wanted to know.”

“So what’s in there?”

“Well I’m not telling you now that you already tried to break in!” asp exclaimed in disgust. “Seriously can you leave me alone? You have the entire rest of the world of people to bother besides me.”

In return, aster said, “I’ll leave you alone if you pay me 100,000 gold.”

Asp tried not to laugh.

From the way that Basis had said it, it was clear that aster thought 100k was a lot of gold. Like, a lot a lot.

Testingly, asp asked, “And will you swear on an Oath Book that if I pay you 100k you’ll teleport away and leave me alone?”

Asters face became openly surprised. “Wait, really?” aster asked. “Like, seriously? You’re gonna pay me 100k just to leave you alone?”

“Yes.” asp said, “If you swear on an Oath Book that you’re actually going to leave me alone. It’s either that, or you keep bugging me and I just kill you. This is a PVP enabled zone.”

“Oh.” Basis clearly hadn't been aware of that.

Aster paused, clearly digesting that fact.

Then said, “Uh, I don’t have an Oath Book.”

“We can use one of mine.” Asp stood up, and gently pushed aster out of the way so asp could open the vanity and pull out one of the many, many Oath Books asp’d shoved in there over the years.

Aster was getting excited now, as asp flipped open the Oath Book and began entering the terms of the contract.

“I cannot believe you’re really giving me 100k just to leave you alone!” aster exclaimed, “Are you serious?”

This time asp did finally pause, wondering to aspself, was asp really serious? 100K wasn’t a lot of gold, but was that really the issue here?

Asp lowered the Oath Book and peered at Basis, who looked both excited and disbelieving.

Asp wondered how many equally annoying friends Basis had, that aster would immediately go running to to tell about the weird hermit who’d pay you to leave asp alone.

And how blatant of an opportunity that would be for people who thought 100k was a lot of money to make a lot of money. All they’d have to do was keep coming here and bothering asp until asp paid them to go away. It was the perfect scam.

Was this really the path asp wanted to go on?

The alternative was very simple, and much less painful, and wouldn’t waste nearly as much time.

Asp snapped the Oath Book closed again, knowing it would wipe itself clean again since the contract hadn’t been completed.

Asp looked into the hopeful eyes of Basis, and said one word:

“Fissure.”

The encounter ended very quickly and painlessly when Basis dropped down, with a surprised yelp, into the giant crack in the ground that had appeared below asters feet, and was 1-hit KO’d by the 5,000 Earth damage aster took when aster hit the bottom.

The voice of Strelitzia, who announced himself as the chosen guardian of Basis’ soul, asked asp, with accompanying harps for the appropriate musical atmosphere, if asp would like to loot items from Basis’ inventory, as was asps right as the one who’d defeated aster in open combat. In the upper corner of asps’ vision, asp saw that asp’d received 10 exp for the kill.

After a moment of consideration, asp decided that asp would actually loot the body for once. Normally asp wouldn’t, but in this instance, asp needed to make a statement, and discourage Basis from coming back again, and bringing any friends.

Asp saw that Basis really had been wearing basic stego-leather armour, which was level 8, but also had an unequipped Painbringer sword that was level 12, along with level 9 twin daggers.

Asp decided to take the Painbringer. They were a badge of honor to win for lower level players, which Basis clearly was, and losing it would be good enough of a punishment to hopefully dissuade aster from coming back to be annoying again.

Asp would keep the Painbringer for a few days to drive the point home, and then send it back through the mail. Maybe by that time, Basis would even have gone up another two levels to be able to actually use it.

Hopefully this would be a good lesson for Basis, before aster picked a fight with someone a lot more mean than asp.

[ablatheringblatherskite]

hey this actually kind of came up naturally in my WIP but I had a whump idea for you: DIY tattoo removal! (there's one way that's like. putting salt water on the tattoo and then scrubbing at it with something abrasive. SOUNDS AWFUL)

OH THAT'S DELICIOUS. I LOVE THIS. Oh gosh imagine how awful that is. AND WITH SALT WATER TOO?!?!? OWWWWWW thank you I LOVE this. This kind of reminds me of the scene in One Piece where Nami repeatedly stabs the tattoo in her arm... I don't know if it was to REMOVE it but YEAH AKJSDFHKAJSD.

ANYWAY I might have to use this idea too sometime, THANK YOU VERY MUCH KNIGHT!!

[sevensdeadly-if]

I hope this sends then, I’ll turn off anon and hope it works😭

I’ve seen what happens if the MC hurt Fenrir and Aster in an argument but what would happen if the Mc was the one who was hurt?

(Like they ran out crying or looked heartbroken and left)

The air around is heavy with the words that were never meant to be said. You stare wide eyed at a heavily breathing Aster, chest heaving and his own eyes wide. Your eyes burn with the effort to keep tears at bay before giving a simple nod to the sin, turning around and bolting.

Staring at your retreating figure Aster lets out a pained growl as he destroys one of his many prized plants. The rage is nearly radiating off him in waves as he creates a disaster around the room.

“Fuck! I can’t do this anymore….Fenrir…please…”

Tears pour down his cheeks as regret hits him. He never wanted to hurt them, he never meant the words said. He was just so damn angry, feeling so fucking helpless. He knows he’s wrong but right now, right now perhaps space is what they need….at least until he can get Fenrir back.

Thanks for the ask and hope you enjoyed!