#asterites

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 / accepting / @asterites

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

He nearly choked on his own spit upon hearing the inquiry from the young woman's lips. It completely took him off guard, emerald hues widening in shock, a deer in the headlights, a speeding car in his direct trajectory. ❛ Stella — I am.... really not the person to be asking this type of question to. ❜ He could have written the book about villains, having a ton of personal experience in committing atrocities, even if they were in the name of survival and desperation. Truth is, even though his reasons were justified in his mind, he had helped to almost bring about the apocalypse. He knew morally that it was unacceptable. And here was Stella, having those exact same thoughts as his Master. But he knew this was not the right answer nor the one that she was expecting to hear from him, and by the Goddess, he did not want to disappoint her. So, he cleared his throat and composed himself, thinking of a proper response. ❛ You are a good person to me, and that is what matters most. The opinions of your closest friends and family matter more than those of the large masses. Just remember that, hold that close to your heart, and you will believe it. ❜ Though he struggled internally with that very thing. The truth was that good versus evil was much more complex than originally thought. There was much gray to be found.

☥ @asterites asked: “  thank you. for always being there for me.  ”

𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅, 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. A farce carefully crafted by gods that justify their means and deeds for humanity's sake, rather than their own selfish interest. Fleurdelys isn't foreign to the notion of gods using mankind for their goals as they remain chained by them regardless of their capricious pride that humans cannot survive without their aid. Divinity is doomed to never understand human heart, as humans will never understand divinity's cold rationale. Nonetheless, that is not to say that coexistence betwixt both species is incompatible. People will always be benefitted by a power not made to be endured by their limited and finite bodies in the face of catastrophes they are powerless to stop— whereas gods have a history of benefitting from that which makes humans be humans: sentiments.

And you, whom were taken in the possession of a cruel god that wanted naught but see through his agenda at the detriment of humanity, have chosen the race that gave birth to you in the first place. You whom could have the entire universe at the palm of your hand were you to take control over the luminous power that chained your mind, heart and soul chose self-destruction instead. Stars are said to meet their end as a supernova, yet the second part that is oftentimes neglected is that new stars are born from the light and the stardust of the former.

Such was your tale as Stella, soon to become an even grander and more beautiful star as Asteria.

Holy Maiden no longer needs to use the guise of her former, younger self to be more amiable to a little girl who was scared of the world around her— frail and vulnerable under the gaze of gods as you no longer require to shield yourself behind fine lace that covered your true self: from your doubts to your joys, from the concerns only your inner world knows to fears locked behind an even stronger heart that never once waned, but inevitable fractured under the divine pressure instead. There is naught to be grateful about would argue the seraphic saint, yet she opts for silence. Lapis lazuli cradle amethyst until that purpureum color returns to its former glory through the brilliance it was always characterized for and offers a nod that acknowledges your gratitude.

◜Gods choose a vessel when they are at the edge of their finite existence. I could not turn a blind eye as soon as I realized that such was your case.◞ For nothing guarantees that it is for anything but secure their continued existence. She could not stand and do nothing as soon as it was confirmed that the impious God of Light wanted no more than human annihilation if they do not accept to become slaves under his warped grace. Just like Leviathan once wished to achieve: have an entire civilization sing its praises until the entirety of mankind falls to the power of Assimilation. There was a time when she, too, used to be vessel of that false god. A vessel meant for destruction. Ultimately, that same power of Unity was turned against falsehood and made an infallible weapon to bury its corpse. Perhaps this, too, shall be topic of conversation for one day. Not today.

Armored fingers graze your blonde strands like they used to when they wove petals in your hair. Fleurdelys' head cants to one side, the corners of her eyes crinkle in a smile that does not quite reach roseate lips. The happiness mirrored within cornflower irises is undeniable, regardless. ◜Today is a joyous day. It marks the end of a dark chapter that can only be brightened from now on with you as the shining star, Stella.◞ Permit her to use a name that will always be associated in tandem with your existence despite the new name you have acquired not long ago. For deep within this goddess' heart, you will always be the little star she once knew. ◜No god will threaten your grand existence again, so you need not my protection any longer.◞

This is not a goodbye, but a reason to celebrate. To sing and dance the content of one's heart. To be human again, like you always were to begin with. Cherish it for her, who cannot have the same privilege.

𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱. has there ever been someone who has looked upon stella and did not fall madly in love with her? no, lunafreya thinks, surely not. the women of this family have ways of getting what they want; that is, adoration, which comes to them easily, as if ordained by heaven. this ensures that when they die, and they will, far too soon and gruesomely, the hearts of all they have touched will weep endlessly. when fair maidens are felled by mad kings or their beasts or by fate itself, they must have inspired devotion in life with little more than a glance or private smile. every princess knows this. it is knowledge bestowed to them at birth.

another new dress, she notes. there is a gathering in the capital for the wealthy and bored of niflheim and she was not invited, she never is. stella is their envoy for these things, because she is frivolous and charming in ways that her older sister could never be. the bottle - brunette turns in spiked heels, asks how she looks, can she really wear this tonight, what if i’m underdressed? the smile first offered is distant. they are on opposite shores. lunafreya cannot save stella. she is no fool; she knows this. the moment etro touched her, night closed in on her brilliant life, small as a head of baby’s breath; shut like a coffin. and she herself is a lost cause— there is little point in going against the gods bullishly and demanding that they re - cut her strand of fate, that they unbind her from that silly prince and his cursed bloodline, because they are not in the habit of listening to the lamb for slaughter. why should they? the suffering of humans is but a trifle for them, who are vast beyond mortal comprehension and eternal. the messenger has told lunafreya as much. so she must stand with hands bound, idle as a flower. she must not place herself between the rot growing behind stella’s eyes and the heart of her dear sister. she must rest her neck on the guillotine as though in repose.

a tiny shake of her head clears it enough for the present to come back in a rush. it only takes a few short strides for the distance between the two to close. she cups either side of her sister’s face and presses a kiss— more of a peck, really— to her cheek. “ i’m sorry,  i can’t help myself. ” her voice is a spring creek. it bubbles over in a laugh, the kind like a cough, where one can’t conceal it. “ you look beautiful, really beautiful. ” light shines from stella like there is a second sun in the folds of her gown, or threaded through her hair. see? it even works amongst themselves. she only prays that she lives long enough to weep for stella when the weight of her radiance collapses in on itself.

asterites asked: 🔥🔥🔥🔥- BURNING ELMO GIF :D

Ships are not boring because of the gender / sexuality etc of the characters. ---I see f/m called 'BORING' often .... and I'm like..... wow rude. There are so many amazingly written ones or the chemistry is SO good ..... but like, the female character is often forced out in favor of a fanon m/m which, I mean there's nothing wrong with m/m at all..

BUT I SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING.

Ships are good because of the dynamic, chemistry and overall story. Not because it's f/f or m/m or m/f.....

when I see female characters hated on in favor of m/m ...... I get the feeling it's not because they want representation for the lgbtq community. but like..................................it's ...yaoi 'fangirls' this isn't @ the rpc specifically but rather FANDOMS in general.... and it's kinda sad this hasn't gone away ...it's been a thing since 2010 .... or earlier.

people used to ship Axel / Roxas.... and hated XION because she got in the way of them ...... while Axel was an ADULT jrefjwoqw. but...but girl bad.

it's just -- ickk.....

again there's nothing wrong with writing, making art of or shipping m/m (I mean that's a no brainer) but when you start hating on the female character because their f/m is BORRINGG..... then ...yeah....

With arms crossed, a conclusive sternness in the leaders countenance, Clive does not budge against the women's plight. Though, he cannot shake the feeling that their combined force would uproot kingdoms and shake hierarchies, should they shift their focus from vain pursuits. Truly a terrifying prospect.

❛ May I suggest an alternative? ❜ He inserts once there is a lull in their offensive. ❛ Perhaps we can arrange a market once a month, wherein local and distant artisans can offer their wares. If it catches traction, we may be able to increase the frequency. How does that sound? ❜

[ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars.

  @asterites ,

The  anxious  air  that  pulls  from  his  lungs  begins  to  dance  with  the  windchill  that  leaves  goosebumps  atop  his  exposed  forearms.  Stella  dons  his  coat,  worn  previous,  and  the  only  regret  he  has  is  not  insisting  that  she  bring  her  own  before  setting  off  –  completely  oblivious  to  the  length  of  time  they'd  be  spending  out  and  about.  All  things  considered,  he'd  made  the  incorrect  assumption  that  they  would  return  before  twilight,  as  neither  of  the  two  are  meant  to  be  away  in  this  moment…  but,  he  cannot  deny  the  vague  thrill  of  it  that  lights  a  fire  beneath  his  chest.

Dusk  fades  to  night,  and  gradually  his  energy  depletes,  but  he  dares  not  leave  the  princess  unattended…  neither  does  he  wish  to  part  with  her  for  long,  as  even  in  the  midst  of  his  exhaustion,  he  craves  her  companionship  over  anyone,  or  anything  else.  After  one  excursion  to  the  next,  they'd  found  themselves  seated  atop  chilled  sand,  viewing  the  colors  cast  upon  the  sky  at  sunset,  allowing  casual  conversation  to  fill  the  void  of  time  between  the  birth  of  brilliant  pinks,  reds,  and  oranges,  growing  into  a  mature  and  familiar  midnight  blue.  The  temperature  decreases  as  the  sun  diminishes,  and  he  leans  back,  eyes  fixed  starward. 

❛  Y'know…  don't  think  we're  'sposed  to  be  here.  ❜   If  he  considers  the  sign  he  read  upon  entering,  the  bold  and  choppy  letters,  declaring  that  public  hours  end  at  nightfall  and  resume  at  7  AM.  But  he  knows  he  wouldn't  trade  it  for  anything.  The  moment  feels  special,  like  the  creation  of  a  memory  to  be  held,  kept,  reminisced  upon,  and  admired  evermore. 

❛  Not..  complaining.  ❜   He  highlights  his  will,  or  perhaps  desire,  to  remain,  as  he  folds  his  arms  over  his  knees.  His  voice  grows  a  note  softer,  faintly  quieter  than  before.  ❛  We..  can  stay  as  long  as  you  want.  ❜   Consequences  be  damned.  The  peace  of  quiet  existence  among  one  he  trusts,  treasures,  has  made  itself  incredibly  difficult  to  come  by.