Astralspen - Astral :v

Atsushi: *Is crying*

Chuuya:….

Chuuya: Who the fuck do I have to kill?

Part of my headcanon is that everyone from the islands 'soul' of sorts it made of stardust, so I like to think that, when Loop made that wish, the Universe heard, and let the stardust in their heart surround them. As an apology for not being able to relieve their pain, and pain is part of everyone's destined path (another hc that's a lil too long to get into rn hehe), they let them become who they originally were, and through that gave Loop a choice.

The Universe can't take the pain away, it can't change the paths of its people. Yet, it can let the people choose. It let Loop see the joy that comes after pain through Siffrin. And let Loop choose. Choose whether to continue living, go through the pain and hardship of life for the light at the end, or end it. Pain is part of life, but for that pain you can gain wonderful things. Yet sometimes, the pain isn't worth it. And it's up to Loop to decide the worth of pain and joy.

Do you guys ever think about the Universe giving Loop the form of a star, and how that may be the most intimate act of love the Universe is capable of?

Loop turns into a star and that may be the Universe’s way of saying “I love you, you are a part of me and I am a part of you— you are as valuable as all those lights you look up and pray to. I’m sorry I do not know how to help you, I’m sorry I don’t know who to make you now, I’m sorry my answer to your prayer only caused more suffering, I’m sorry I do not understand you, in all your mortal pain and anguish, but I am you and you are me. I love you.”

Do. Does. Does anyone ever think about that?

that "OKAY SO" before someone u love starts infodumping........ most blessed feeling in the world

:O

Reblog this if you would not only accept, but welcome fan art, moodboards, etc. of your fics

All of these used to be so common for people to show their appreciation of different fics and authors, and I think it’s a shame people don’t do it anymore. I love seeing fan work for my fics!!

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Allow me to fuel the insanity (sorry not sorry op)

The Island was erased from existence. Any evidence was doomed to never be understood, all trace of it in people's minds gone. If no one knows or remembers it, does it exist?

I like to imagine that island, the people, everyone and everything regarding it was built from stars. Their lives and culture and identity was forged from the small lights speckled across the sky. If even an identity was made purely from those stars, the very basis and life of home, by nature of the island, of their home, being erased from existence, so was the identity of those who remained.

From what I've gotten from playing the game, Siffrin remembers most out of everyone we've met so far. They can understand the language, at some point they remember the stars, they get moments of knowing home, of parents and spicy malanga fritters and broken teacups. Maybe Loop calls them stardust, because, like Loop said, they're what remains. Their memories, their cloak, their hat, their language, their culture, their religion, all of those are something that, by the end of the game as far as we know, are something only Siffrin can hold on to now. Siffrin is stardust because they hold on to the remains of the star that was destroyed. The bits and pieces they know and have so quickly stitched into their being are all that remains.

he doesn’t remember the stars??? that’s what frin’s supposed to remember?? is it cause they’re home!! cause he homes from the stars!!! like the king does!!! but then why doesn’t he remember them?? did the stars have like a collapse or an exodus or something?? and that’s why he can never go back?? why the king was a nameless traveler with no home?? why frin was?? why loop calls him stardust?? cause he’s what’s left of a star?? or of their home?? or of someone he used to be when he was at home in the stars??

Hello!

I hope this ask finds you well. I have a question about your Rose Knights Series!! I know that in a previous post you said you wanted to keep some info and lore on dragons more on the secretive side so that George can talk about it later, but is there any little tidbits or drawings you would be willing to share with us that are spoiler-free in the meantime?

The dragons are so cool to me and I desperately want to see more of them,,,, but I totally understand if you can't share anything more than you already have!

Best regards

I do want to save some Dragon lore for George to share to the cast, BUT! It is a crime for me not to give you guys a little more info about those plant dorks! And there's a lot of things I can share in the meantime that isn't spoilers! So thank you so much for asking about it! <3

To start things off, let me say that even if the Dragons don't have the same obsession about colors as the Roses do, there is STILL meaning behind the 3 Main Colors Dragons fall under: Green, Black and White. While the Roses' magic and color is tied to personal characteristics, traits, and identity, Dragon magic and color is influenced by the relationships they have OUTSIDE of themselves. Family, friends, rivals, enemies, lovers- all these things help shape the kind of magic and color a Dragon will grow into.

Similarly to Red Roses, Green Dragons are the perfect average. Having just the right amount of social flexibility and mental stability means most Green Dragons will be able to harness all parts of their magic without difficulty. Black Dragons, having cut themselves off from all forms of relationship, develop strong bodies as tough as metal. But they lose all ability to shift their form, and there's nothing left for them to share with anybody else. A small price to pay to not need anybody to save you though, right? White Dragons, while physically the weakest and most vulnerable of all the colors, usually have an army's worth of Dragon underlings or friends who are more than happy to do all fighting on their behalf anyway. As recompense, White Dragons can charge anything with enough magic to make them an unstoppable and unkillable force for a short time.

Dragons with lighter colors have more freedom to shift their bodies and to share energy/power with someone else. Dragons with darker colors are harder to hurt, with more weight to crush anything that tries pushing them back.

And quickly giving a shoutout to Colored Dragons for being absolute headaches but VERY pretty and talented and amazing all the same! Colored Dragons are obviously Dragons with Rose ancestry. And just like Green Roses, Colored Dragons can have any combination of Rose and Dragon powers.

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I just realized that I should probably reblog this with the finished fic so here you go! Hope you enjoy :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUUYAAAAAAA

OK SO I HAVE A FIC FOR HIS B-DAY BUT I PROBABLY WONT BE ABLE TO GET IT FINISHED AND POSTED TO AO3 UNTIL LIKE TOMMOROW OR WEDNESDAY SO ILL GIVE EVERYONE A LIL SNIPPET FOR OUR BIRTHDAY BOY

Now, normally, Dazai was never into celebrating. But today, oh today was different. Today, it was Chibi's birthday. Dazai had decided to skip work for the perfect chance at getting under the slugs skin today. He could deal with Kunikidas complaints on missing work pretty much all of last week tomorrow. He went into a brightly colored and well lit shop, and as swiftly as he came in, he was gone with a white plastic bag now in tow. He looked particularly cheery walking on the sidewalk, and he enjoyed his peaceful little stroll all the way to Chuuyas house. The closer he got, the more excited he became. He couldn't wait to see the slugs face when he barged into the orange haired man's apartment, and especially the face said man would make at the wonderful gift he was going to get.

Dazai had gotten to the door and then entered the pin to get in. Silly Chibi, never changing the lock code after all these years. He busted through the door, though he didn't break it this time. He would be a little courteous today, considering the date and all. Though, when Dazai didn't hear an angry slug yelling, or even him running over to the door to see what the noise was, he became a little confused. Was Chuuya really not off today? He thought that Koyou had convinced him to take the day off. Maybe it didn't work? But if that was the case, then why were the extra locks on the door not turned on?

“Chibi~ Where are you~ it's rude to hide from your owner you know!”

…

No reaction? Did something happen? Dazai finally actually stepped into the apartment, and carefully closed the door behind him. Then, cautiously, he looked around the apartment for any signs of the little slug. When he glanced over the couch, he saw Chuuya, but something was off.

Sure, he was in his hilariously adorable pajamas, and even wore the pants Dazai gave to him forever ago as a prank gift. The old joke mug was on the table too, but neither of those were really unusual. After all, Dazai had done this on Chuuyas off days before, and this part was actually relatively normal. He had teased Chuuya a lot about using old gifts from Dazai a lot. Nearly every time he visited, in fact. But no matter what, Chuuya still continued to use them religiously. Even on days Dazai stayed over, he would see Chuuya drinking out of the World's Best Dog mug calmly in the morning, see how he changed into those stupid sheep pants every night. No, what was weird was that Chuuya seemed out of it.

He was staring at an old picture in a worn wooden frame, and it was like Chuuya had lost all awareness of the world around him.

Now, that wouldn't do. How was Dazai supposed to sufficiently annoy the Chibi when he was like this? So he walked up right behind Chuuya, making sure to be silent so Chuuya wouldn't notice him and hide the picture. When he saw it, everything clicked. What did Dazai do in response?

He flung his arms around Chuuya from behind of course!

“Chibiiiiii! You can't neglect your owner like this! What's the point of visiting if my dear little dog won't even pay attention to me?”

Dazai had said it in his most sing-song and pouty voice possible. Chuuya had finally snapped out of it. And swung his head back to look at Dazai.

“huh!? What the hell, Mackerel!? The fuck are you doing at my place!”

“Your hat must have finally eaten your brain if you hadn't realized what day it is! Why wouldn't I visit my dear dog on such a special day~”

“stop calling me your fucking dog! Of course I didn't forget what day it is! I just thought you had the sense to remember that I don't fucking celebrate it. Did the agency finally make you lose all your damn sense?”

“Chibis so mean! I even bothered to get you a present, and you still bully me!”

There, Chuuya had finally put the picture down on the table.

“I swear to fucking God if you got me a replacement for that dumbass slug shirt I'm throwing you out the damn window.”

“Rude! I would never reuse the same joke!”

“Yes the fuck you would!”

“Hmph! Well, either way, I got you something even better!”

This was my first time grabbing a writing snippet so sorry if it starts and ends weirdly TAT Hope you like it though and of course Happy Birthday to our little mafioso!