after much discussion, the asterism team has decided on a few things for the coming year. some new and exciting things! but many changes nonetheless. one of the biggest changes will come to this blog specifically.

we've decided to move this blog ( reader inserts related stuff ) to a side blog and make this blog our canonical asterism central blog.

this does mean that we'll once again be disappearing a bit for some reconstruction— but don't fear! we'll be back before you know it with much more content and lots of official updates. we'll let you all know when the side blog has been made and you'll be seeing this blog morph into our new headquarters.

we're officially making good progress with the first book, and we're currently talking about a patreon where official material will be hosted ( more on that later! )

we're talking short stories. comics. concept art and character backgrounds. exploration of this amazing world and all its people. this year's gonna be a whirl!

we'd also like to take this moment for thanking you all for being here despite the ups and downs. we appreciate you all and just know that 2026 will be the year this project really takes off. so buckle in. grab your favourite rishen. harass your favourite alessio. maybe torment your favourite talisen. and let's go into this with a bang!

— much love, the asterism team

⧼ .　⁺ 　🍒៹　so, where are all of the Orion lovers out there? Come get your cunt of an Angel 🩵 ⧽

Make sure you guys are aware of this, as it's likely the same scammers as those 'I accidentally reported you' scammers, all in an effort to try and get you to add them to discord or some other chat app and then have you pay them money.

Be careful guys!

“would you kindly stop bothering me, I am in the midst of an important essay for my literature classes.”

“you don't seem to mind the black lipstick stains, shakespeare.”

howl 🍰 : full comic down below!! enjoy this moment of canon talessio I drew because I was feeling goofy.

⌗ talisen 781 ⋆ grim reaper oc ⋆ naga oc ⋆ smut ⋆ brat taming ⋆ spanking ⋆ fingering ⋆ dirty talk

⧼ .　⁺ 　🍒៹　you find yourself forgetting that your poet boyfriend can be quite the brat tamer when you piss him off enough ⧽

With an effortlessly calm and ever elegant boyfriend like Talisen, it's no wonder you often forget that behind that caretaker persona and wispy lashes laid sharp eyes. Snake eyes, if you would.

He had a poetic tongue, a graceful poise, something so ethereal that you almost forgot just how evil he could also be.

Not to worry though— your boyfriend was more than happy to remind you that he wasn't just a beautiful face when he had you bent over his knee.

"Why do you always make me do this, baobei?" His deep hum thrummed a chord in your tummy and leaky cunt. A thumb feathered over your quivered slit. Each throb begging him for attention. But he played ignorant.

No, not ignorance— neglect. Talisen couldn't care less to give his favourite girl whatever she wants if she doesn't know how to behave.

Swat!

All you'd get from his hands was the gift of retribution. Sharp spanks pressed into the fat of your stinging ass. Once. Twice. Thrice. A rhythm that spurred your squirms and desperate attempts to hump on his thigh.

"Tal—"

"Ssh."

Smack!

Your whimper trembled as you bunched the sheets between your knuckles and wiggled back into another spank. Hoping to appease him. To tempt him. But as always, how forgetful you are. Zhao Talisen knew all of your tricks.

He clicked his tongue. Disapproval came hot in another spank. This particularly harsh reprimand had you yelping and biting down on the sheets with those fluttering doe eyes. All glossy and wide and oh, so in love with the only man able to put you in your place.

"My darling is such a good brat, isn't she?" He resumed the slow rub of his fingers over your curves. Soothing the sting of your nerves with caresses to your sides and squeezes to your thighs. "But never my good girl, huh?"

Shmack! This one landed different. Wet and warm against your weeping cunt. You squeaked and jerked, only to be bunched by the thigh and yanked back in. "Stay still."

Then another. And another— once, thrice, two to your folds and four stinging your clit until you drooled into the sheets and haphazardly bucked back into his fleeting palm. Hoping to grind on his callouses and get yourself over that edge he's been dancing you over for the last hour.

"Gege— please!" You croaked, eager to appease him as you whined on the name's syllables with emphasis. "Please gege— 'm sorry. Sorry for being a brat. I wanna be your good girl."

He chuckled.

You tensed.

"Is that so?"

He was back to stroking down the back of your thigh. A deceptively tender touch that reminded you that he was indeed, a snake. Deception was his middle name. "The moment you want to cum, you decide to be my good girl again, is that right?"

You whimpered as he thumbed on your slit, peeling it to the side to observe the lewd trail of your wetness dripping onto your quivering thighs. You heard his breath hitch. Heard that deep groan. And when he ground his thick bulge up into your tummy? You knew you'd finally won.

"You might be a brat, but this pussy is just so pretty, hmm?" One last swat jolted your spine before he's stroking the flats of two fingers over your throbbing cunt. Collecting the slick from your opening and swirling it tentatively on your trembling clit.

Your hiccuped melted into a moan as he focused on that sensitive nub. Circling it in the perfect rhythm that fluttered your eyes and spilled your moans. Your desperation would see you to an orgasm quickly.

"Tal gege—" you whined. "Yes, please. 's all for you."

"Mhhm?"

"Mhhm!"

You broke into a depraved moan as two long fingers easily slipped into your gooey centre. So skilfully finding that darling spot to have you clenching. As if his fingertips knew you better than you knew yourself. Stroking, circling, rubbing into that bundle of nerves so that your thighs shook erratically.

"Gege!" You broke, steering your hips back into his fingers that started fucking. Slowly, almost tenderly. A far cry from what you knew he was capable of. The teasing bastard. You could practically feel his grin against your neck as his lips came down to nuzzle into your skin.

"Please—" how much more could you beg? "P-Please. Please I can't. Need more. Need—"

Your spine threw into an arch as his thumb jostled to your clit. Pressing firm on the bundle as his wrist twisted. Fingers pounding into a rapid rhythm that squelched your poor cunt and mercilessly tenderised that spasming spot within you.

"Need it like this?" He hissed, maroon eyes sharp. "Need me to treat you like a slut so that you can cum? Say it."

"I-I— oh god, I'm a sl— hngh!"

His free hand wrest beneath you to pinch and twist on your tit through your shirt.

"You're a what, sweetheart? Come on. Say it for me while you make a mess of gege's fingers."

With your eyes rolling back and your tongue spilling sin, all you could do was helplessly rock into his punishing hand and hiccup his demand. "I'm— 'm a sl-slut. . . suuchhh a slut for gege!"

And with that, you were clenching. Squeezing round his knuckles and spasming on his fingertips ferally rubbing on your sweetspot. Until the world went white and the air in your lungs felt hot. You came with a muffled cry of his name into the sheets and tears trickling down your face.

"Now, there's my good girl," Talisen crooned, fingers pounding a few more times before his thumb flicked on your clit to ride out your tremulous high. "Such a pretty girl when you cum on my fingers, hmm?"

Withdrawing from the sticky mess with sticky strings strung to his hand, he gave you one last, harsh, wet swat to your ass before raising his fingers to swipe them clean with an elongated tongue. His muffled groans recurled the heat in your tummy.

"So sweet," he breathed. "If only you could act as sweet as you tasted all of the time."

Then, you're yanked over his lap. Soft and sensitive cunt slotted over his hot bulge. You quivered and pushed your hands into his long, silky hair with a whine. Trying to find your bearings. To brace yourself for what was to come.

His cold breath fanned your ear. "Well, what are you waiting for?" How loving he was when he laid a tender kiss to your lobe. But his hands knew nothing of gentleness as they squeezed your ass tight into their icy palms.

"Get on my cock and show me how sorry you really are, brat."

⌗ hero ⋆ spider/moth/mantis hybrid ⋆ nerd oc

the last thing you'd expected when entering university was for the old highschool nerd to have gotten so pretty. not just that- but grow an attitude too. seems he has a need to make your life a living hell once he realises you're staring a bit too much.

⌗ cws... nerd x jock trope ⋆ suggestive ⋆ brat taming ⋆ college dynamics ⋆ strong language ⋆ he is suuuchh a brat

featuring ⢷ rishen herrera 781

char analysis ⢷ the kind, preppy nerd by day & fearless hero by night. a fusion of a spider, moth & mantis.

mission brief ⢷ omg a rishen series? a rishen series.

Rishen in highschool was that kid that was always just a mess. He was awkward, incredibly socially inept, unable to work well in group, and above all? A know it all. Fumbling with his notes and dropping flashcards all over the place. He was weird, to say the least. Most stayed clear, you included. As sport's captain you weren't too concerned with a stumbling nerd who couldn't even keep his glasses from falling off of his nose.

. . . but who the hell knew that all that would change in university? When the hell did Rishen Herrera get so hot?

You transferred to the city's university and the first thing you saw during your first day in class wasn't stumbling, or even fumbling weirdo— it was a self-assured, neat, frankly confident pretty boy and a smile that put the sun to shame. A red-knitted sweater vest with a finely pressed white collared shirt neatly laid over brown slacks. And to top it all off? Rimless, round glasses perched atop his curls. Did you mention that smile? That cherry tinted lipgloss? Wait— fuck, was that lipgloss?

While you were in heavy denial that this was the same boy you knew in highschool, you heard one of the girls in the front row call his name with a grin. And instead of fumbling. . . he merely smiled even brighter and waved. Once, twice, a greeting to more people than you could count as he made his way up the benches to the one of the few empty seats left. . . directly next to you.

"Oh, hey, are you new here?" He smiled at you. Smiled. And you knew in that very moment that you were oh so severely screwed.

Wait.

Did he not recognise you?

"I. . . uhm." You couldn't remember when last you fumbled. "Hey, Rishen. . . Remember me?"

But all he did was tilt his head. Furrow his brows and hum in thought. His little shrug left your heart frozen. How the hell couldn't he remember you? The highschool's golden boy?

"Highschool?" He mused at your reminder, fixing his glasses back over his nose and barely sparing you a glance as he tapped his holographic screen into view. As if you were far less important than his upcoming equations.

"Yeah, no wonder I don't remember you." He chuckled.

And what.

The hell.

Was that supposed to mean?

You would have brushed it off. Wouldn't have cared. Not as much as you were right now. If you hadn't seen the telltales of a smile. No. Not a smile— a smirk. One you hadn't quite seen from him, but one that you in all your fuckboy glory knew more than anyone.

Hold on. Was the weirdo turned pretty boy hearthrob. . . Fucking with you?

⌗ hero ⋆ spider/moth/mantis hybrid ⋆ nerd oc

the last thing you'd expected when entering university was for the old highschool nerd to have gotten so pretty. not just that- but grow an attitude too. seems he has a need to make your life a living hell once he realises you're staring a bit too much.

⌗ cws... nerd x jock trope ⋆ suggestive ⋆ brat taming ⋆ college dynamics ⋆ strong language ⋆ he is suuuchh a brat

featuring ⢷ rishen herrera 781

char analysis ⢷ the kind, preppy nerd by day & fearless hero by night. a fusion of a spider, moth & mantis.

mission brief ⢷ omg a rishen series? a rishen series.

Rishen in highschool was that kid that was always just a mess. He was awkward, incredibly socially inept, unable to work well in group, and above all? A know it all. Fumbling with his notes and dropping flashcards all over the place. He was weird, to say the least. Most stayed clear, you included. As sport's captain you weren't too concerned with a stumbling nerd who couldn't even keep his glasses from falling off of his nose.

. . . but who the hell knew that all that would change in university? When the hell did Rishen Herrera get so hot?

You transferred to the city's university and the first thing you saw during your first day in class wasn't stumbling, or even fumbling weirdo— it was a self-assured, neat, frankly confident pretty boy and a smile that put the sun to shame. A red-knitted sweater vest with a finely pressed white collared shirt neatly laid over brown slacks. And to top it all off? Rimless, round glasses perched atop his curls. Did you mention that smile? That cherry tinted lipgloss? Wait— fuck, was that lipgloss?

While you were in heavy denial that this was the same boy you knew in highschool, you heard one of the girls in the front row call his name with a grin. And instead of fumbling. . . he merely smiled even brighter and waved. Once, twice, a greeting to more people than you could count as he made his way up the benches to the one of the few empty seats left. . . directly next to you.

"Oh, hey, are you new here?" He smiled at you. Smiled. And you knew in that very moment that you were oh so severely screwed.

Wait.

Did he not recognise you?

"I. . . uhm." You couldn't remember when last you fumbled. "Hey, Rishen. . . Remember me?"

But all he did was tilt his head. Furrow his brows and hum in thought. His little shrug left your heart frozen. How the hell couldn't he remember you? The highschool's golden boy?

"Highschool?" He mused at your reminder, fixing his glasses back over his nose and barely sparing you a glance as he tapped his holographic screen into view. As if you were far less important than his upcoming equations.

"Yeah, no wonder I don't remember you." He chuckled.

And what.

The hell.

Was that supposed to mean?

You would have brushed it off. Wouldn't have cared. Not as much as you were right now. If you hadn't seen the telltales of a smile. No. Not a smile— a smirk. One you hadn't quite seen from him, but one that you in all your fuckboy glory knew more than anyone.

Hold on. Was the weirdo turned pretty boy hearthrob. . . Fucking with you?

⌗ hero ⋆ spider/moth/mantis hybrid ⋆ nerd oc

the last thing you'd expected when entering university was for the old highschool nerd to have gotten so pretty. not just that- but grow an attitude too. seems he has a need to make your life a living hell once he realises you're staring a bit too much.

⌗ cws... nerd x jock trope ⋆ suggestive ⋆ brat taming ⋆ college dynamics ⋆ strong language ⋆ he is suuuchh a brat

featuring ⢷ rishen herrera 781

char analysis ⢷ the kind, preppy nerd by day & fearless hero by night. a fusion of a spider, moth & mantis.

mission brief ⢷ omg a rishen series? a rishen series.

Rishen is highschool was that kid that was always just a mess. He was awkward, incredibly socially inept, unable to work well in group, and above all? A know it all. Fumbling with his notes and dropping flashcards all over the place. He was weird, to say the least. Most stayed clear, you included. As sport's captain you weren't too concerned with a stumbling nerd who couldn't even keep his glasses from falling off of his nose.

. . . but who the hell knew that all that would change in university? When the hell did Rishen Herrera get so hot?

You transferred to the city's university and the first thing you saw during your first day in class wasn't stumbling, or even fumbling weirdo— it was a self-assured, neat, frankly confident pretty boy and a smile that put the sun to shame. A red-knitted sweater vest with a finely pressed white collared shirt neatly laid over brown slacks. And to top it all off? Rimless, round glasses perched atop his curls. Did you mention that smile? That cherry tinted lipgloss? Wait— fuck, was that lipgloss?

While you were in heavy denial that this was the same boy you knew in highschool, you heard one of the girls in the front row call his name with a grin. And instead of fumbling. . . he merely smiled even brighter and waved. Once, twice, a greeting to more people than you could count as he made his way up the benches to the one of the few empty seats left. . . directly next to you.

"Oh, hey, are you new here?" He smiled at you. Smiled. And you knew in that very moment that you were oh so severely screwed.

Wait.

Did he not recognise you?

"I. . . uhm." You couldn't remember when last you fumbled. "Hey, Rishen. . . Remember me?"

But all he did was tilt his head. Furrow his brows and hum in thought. His little shrug left your heart frozen. How the hell couldn't he remember you? The highschool's golden boy?

"Highschool?" He mused at your reminder, fixing his glasses back over his nose and barely sparing you a glance as he tapped his holographic screen into view. As if you were far less important than his upcoming equations.

"Yeah, no wonder I don't remember you." He chuckled.

And what.

The hell.

Was that supposed to mean?

You would have brushed it off. Wouldn't have cared. Not as much as you were right now. If you hadn't seen the telltales of a smile. No. Not a smile— a smirk. One you hadn't quite seen from him, but one that you in all your fuckboy glory knew more than anyone.

Hold on. Was the weirdo turned pretty boy hearthrob. . . Fucking with you?