#astrxlfinale

Haru’s Game

@shrineofprophecy

Very likely an obvious start, but to me, it’s the strongest point in the book. Daisy makes me feel safe, comfortable and happy. Bouncing ideas off her is genuinely so much fun, and I love exploring different ships and dynamics with her. Exploring both the emotional and physical realm of relationship spaces while also coming up with silly little scenarios for them remains to be one of the things to brighten up my day. It feels nice to have someone I can confide in about the shippy stuff I want to do without the attachment of smut being there—not that I hate smut, but to me, it comes so boring to repeatedly do without that relationship growth alongside it. Daisy essentially satiates every writing need I may have, and for that, I’m grateful. Though, I do feel like she sometimes doesn’t realise just how much she does for me. Thank you for being my friend, Daisy Lady~

@talesfromneweridu

Bet you didn’t see that one coming, huh? We may not have written a lot together, but if I’m being so real, you’re so much fun to talk to outside of rp contexts too. You’re so funny and I absolutely love the way you dog on Boomer like there’s no tomorrow. Your adoration for your muses and your willingness to put yourself first makes me happy to see, but it’s also an overall admirable trait. Your take on Yuzuha is so uniquely adorable, I just want to squish her up. I’m actually very excited to flesh out dynamics with you over time. Our Veli and Norma, Alice and Yuzuha, Cissia and Remielle—we have so much to explore and it feels as though I’ve been blessed with you from the skies above 🎶

@crimsontwins

Oh, Meli. Where do I start with you? The last few weeks have been primarily OOC contact (which I do profusely apologise for) but the time I spend with you is genuinely cherished. You make me feel at ease, like what we are creating together can peacefully remain and the passage of time wouldn’t collapse it. Columbina and Sera are honestly my favourite ship that we’ve created together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The way the two have grown side by side, the way you’re not afraid to delve into the nastiest parts of angst for them—you’re the real MVP here. I genuinely can’t express just how happy I am whenever I see you on dash, whether it be replying to people or putting out your thoughts. You’re such an interesting person and I can really appreciate the fact that you don’t judge me for functioning like a wooden plank LMAO. I hope we can continue to make beautiful memories together.

@truethes

YOU 🫵 I had to get back at you for being so.. wonderful?? We may not have IC content to discuss here, but I really wanted to highlight just how important you are to me. Earlier, when you’d pointed out what I’d said about not being obligated to reply to me, it altered my brain chemistry in such a funny way—you make me feel seen and heard, like what I’ve got to say matters to you and you’re not afraid to be attentive in that sense. You’re so beautiful, you know that? You’re the best spouse a person could ask for. I’m genuinely so enthralled with you and everything you do; I be sitting there looking at your interactions like: “when’s it my turn to feast with the wife?” Because everything you produce is just so freaking golden, much like your heart. We may not talk a whole lot, but you’re somebody who has changed the way I think and that’s rather big to me. Thank you for being my mootie and spouse. Mwah <3

@astrxlfinale

𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦   𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝   𝐚   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝   𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐛𝐲   𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬   𝐨𝐟   𝐚   𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐝   𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦   while   distant   stars   bled   through   tears   in   the   horizon   like   exposed   nerves   from   another   cosmos   entirely.   details   surrounding   caelus   had   been   chosen   deliberately,   carefully   plucked   from   the   vulnerable   spaces   within   his   sleeping   mind,   &   the   angel   couldn’t   help   but   take   notice   of   a   particular   journey   etched   into   his   brain   like   a   tattoo   that   had   been   carved   into   his   subconscious   without   consent.   she   held   onto   those   fragments   from   his   dreams   desperately,   threading   them   together   with   almost   reverent   precision   to   maintain   the   illusion’s   significance   ;   it   was   not   merely   deception   she   crafted   but   emotional   gravity,   constructing   a   place   where   his   heart   would   instinctively   ache   to   remain   before   his   instincts   could   convince   him   to   flee.   but   it   came   to   her   sooner   than   expected   that   she   still   failed   to   capture   a   crucial   detail   amongst   the   sea   of   dreamy   clouds   to   fully   captivate   him   &   squeeze   him   to   add   more   to   her   glass   of   strawberry   lemonade.

𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥   𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬   𝐨𝐟   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧-𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞   𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦   𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧   𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧   𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝,   silencing   the   bloom   from   this   angelic   flower.   crystallized   rose   petals   serving   as   eyes   held   a   borrowed   warmth   of   this   miss   cyrene’s   gentleness,   yet   the   nerves   surrounding   her   brows   betrayed   her   message.   she   had   but   muttered   a   few   words   to   him,   &   that   golden,   hesitant   gaze   somehow   managed   to   see   right   through   her   ⸻   that   exact   moment   his   heart   wanted   to   leap   towards   her   while   his   soul   clawed   backwards   in   warning   captured   like   a   photo.

she   couldn’t   help   but   be   impressed.

❝   you’re   still   listening   for   my   heartbeat,   even   now.   ❞

𝐛𝐮𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥   𝐬𝐨   𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡   𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐨   𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧,   𝐬𝐨   𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐨   𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥   ⸻   she   couldn’t   possibly   stop   this   soon,   thus   the   softness   ghosting   cyrene’s   affection   carried   within   the   smile   she   offered.   it   was   truly   tragic   how   far   she   was   capable   of   mimicking   even   the   subtle   breathing   of   which   this   personality   upheld,   yet   she   couldn’t   have   perfected   the   rhythm   of   the   heart   that   beat   for   countless   cycles.   regardless,   remielle   continued   with   the   act,   searching   the   bits   of   information   she   had   gathered   from   his   dreams   to   try   &   serve   a   compelling   defense.

❝   i   wondered   if   you   would’ve   remembered   me   or   if   i   would’ve   needed   to   remind   you   ⸻   but   you   always   had   a   good   head   on   your   shoulders.   ❞

𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲   𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭   𝐛𝐮𝐭   𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭   𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭   𝐨𝐟   𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠,   not   wishing   to   break   the   fragile   trust   she   was   cultivating   .   .   .   or   whatever   it   was   he   was   formulating   within   the   new   structure   of   his   mind.   her   eyes   lingered   on   him   carefully,   gentle   caressing   of   his   form   like   how   the   remembrance   would   fondly   look   at   him.   the   atmosphere   around   them   hummed,   eager   to   swallow   the   uncertainty   growing   in   his   mind   &   replace   it   with   comfort   once   more.   

❝   the   universe   rewrites   people   every   day.   bodies   change.   souls   change.   sometimes   what   remains   afterwards   barely   resembles   what   came   before   .   .   .   but   that   doesn’t   mean   the   feelings   disappear.   ❞

𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞   𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫,   close   enough   to   where   the   nameless   would   be   able   to   comprehend   how   beautiful   she   was   ⸻   untouched   by   decay   like   preserved   flowers.   she   understood   how   he   appreciated   the   femininity   of   a   woman,   how   gorgeous   &   stunning   they   are   while   that   glitter   layer   of   protection   signified   strength   beyond   the   stars.   cyrene   was   more   than   what   beauty   could   describe,   &   it   was   that   exact   reason   why   remielle   wanted   the   illusion   be   accepted   by   the   desperation   within   caelus’   empty   slot   in   his   heart   .   .   .   because   people   welcomed   fiction   far   more   easily   when   they   believed   the   choice   had   been   theirs   without   her   needing   to   force   her   way   in.   

❝   you   felt   it   the   moment   you   saw   me,   right   .ᐣ.ᐣ   that   connection,   that   pull   ⸻   you   knew   me   before   hesitation   made   you   doubt   yourself.   ❞

another   step   closer,   the   silent   studying   of   his   senses   while   she   could   see   in   real   time   the   neurons   activating   &   scrambling   to   make   things   make   sense.

❝   i   am   here,   caelus   ⸻   real   as   the   words   we   imprinted   page   after   page.   even   if   my   heart   no   longer   beats   the   same   way   it   used   to,   does   that   truly   make   what’s   between   us   any   less   real   .ᐣ.ᐣ   ❞

       “ How long do you think it will take until the Maison Gardiennage introduce a new law on speed limits to the Court of Fontaine in response? ”

       While the days of Lady Furina and her legislative whims were long behind Fontaine, Navia oh so did want to see what the powers-that-be would make of Lighter's new creations once they had the opportunity to give them a spin. But the mischief blooming across her face was not limited to the potential chaos that the two of them could wreak with these new elemental-powered hoverbikes. She'd snuck more than a few peeks into Lighter's work over past days, and most captivating of all hadn't been the machines themselves, but in watching the craftsman at work. Seeing those muscles in his arms move as he tinkered with leftover machine parts, watching him wipe sweat off of his brow, the look of deep concentration on his face...

       She too hadn't been immune to those highly-charged moments between them: idle touches, lingering glances, a distinct lack of personal space that she already would have crossed had their respective positions not stayed her impulsive nature. Being the boss of the Spina had its restrictions, and one of those was in how close she allowed herself to be to her subordinates. Her position was influential and highly sought after. To give anyone the opportunity to question her authority was a chance that Navia simply could not take.

       And yet... she still wanted to fuck that man regardless of any potential consequences.

       That was why her hand reached out to appreciatingly smack his behind... prompting a giddy smile to flourish on her face as Lighter stopped in his tracks and turned to meet her gaze, echoing the rebellious teenager who would often be caught breaking the rules by the elder members of the Spina di Rosula.

       That giddy rush soon turned to a somersault deep in her stomach as Lighter rounded on her, speaking in that low growl that made her weak in the knees.

       But Navia Caspar was not a woman to easily give in, even when the evidence of her rampant desires was plain to see. And so she didn't give him an immediate answer, but let her sly smile speak for her instead.

       “ I'm now just wondering why you built two bikes when we have the option to ride one together instead. ” Navia deliberately let her blue eyes land on the two hoverbikes he had still been fine-tuning prior to her intrusion. “ Do you prefer to ride in front or from behind, monsieur? ”

𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐝𝐢𝐝   𝐧𝐨𝐭   𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭   𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲,   not   because   she   hadn’t   registered   what   had   just   transpired   ⸻   oh,   she   definitely   had   ⸻   but   because   she   wanted   to   give   herself   a   minor   time   out   to   recollect   herself   from   the   stacked   humiliation   that   came   to   be.   not   only   had   she   been   smited   down   by   the   annoying   anti-cheats   of   this   planet,   but   she   had   coincidentally   landed   on   the   exact   person   she   didn’t   want   to   fall   on   ⸻   yeah,   she   recognized   speck   of   grey   hair   during   those   few   frames   of   falling.   she   had   known   of   his   ways   ever   since   his   stelleron   hunter   days,   &   it   annoyed   &   amused   her   that   there   was   yet   this   one   singular   “perk”   of   his   that   had   not   dispelled   itself   from   his   system.   she   supposed   she   should   be   grateful   that   some   of   old   self   was   still   intact,   but   goddamn   why   did   it   have   to   be   her   getting   manhandled?

well   .   .   .   she   did   add   more   fuel   to   the   fire   by   prompting   herself   upon   him   like   she   hadn’t   noticed   until   it   was   brought   to   her   attention,   but   it   was   the   only   way   she   could   brush   this   off   that   wouldn’t   turn   into   hardcore   violence   &   then   get   kafka   to   lock   her   up   in   her   cell   for   the   100th   time.

fucking   hell.   

𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬   𝐝𝐮𝐠   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞   𝐡𝐞   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬   𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲   after   treating   her   with   a   hard   smack,   a   gesture   that   did   cause   a   reaction   from   her,   at   least   in   the   form   of   her   face   twisting   &   a   bite   to   her   lips.   her   eyes   flicked   sideways   to   see   if   there   were   any   unwanted   eyes   on   them   as   she   shifted   just   enough   to   stabilize   herself,   not   resisting   but   not   really   helping   either.   she   was   glad   that   he   decided   to   speak   up   instead   of   being   a   pig   &   continue   groping   her   like   he   owned   her   or   something   because   that   gave   her   the   means   to   respond   back   &   use   her   words   as   a   means   to   defend   herself.   because   it   wasn’t   as   though   her   body   jolted   just   slightly   at   the   vibrations   of   his   voice   or   the   way   his   face   perfectly   fused   itself   between   her   crack   that   made   her   want   him   to   continue,   so   she   really   needed   a   way   out   before   things   got   complicated.   

❝   huh,   so   that’s   why   the   floor   was   bugging   out   ⸻   turns   out   i   assplanted   straight   into   your   ugly   mug.   actually   tragic,   not   gonna   lie.   ❞

𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝   𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞   𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞,   giving   a   purposeful   grind   &   pushing   an ass   cheek   to   press   against   one   of   his   facial   cheeks   just   to   test   the   waters.   would   he   go   far   with   it?   ⸻   she   was   kind   of   hoping   he   wouldn’t   (   ‘least   not   in   this   zone   )   but   turning   situations   into   games   was   something   she   naturally   came   to   do,   &   if   she   can   somehow   beat   him   to   this   one,   then   landing   on   him   wouldn’t   be   too   much   of   a   hassle   for   her   to   no-scope   360.   silver   wolf   titled   her   head   back   slightly   to   look   at   him   beneath   her,   strands   of   hair   falling   like   periwinkle   rainfall.

truth   be   told,   he   did   look   like   a   pleasing   sight   being   on   the   ground   like   that   with   her   on   top   of   him   ⸻   it   only   further   drilled   the   narrative   that   she   was   top   tier   while   he   was   mid   at   best.   

❝   skybox   gave   out,   world   folded,   whole   thing   made   me   clip   through   shit.   &   instead   of   you   helping   me   get   back   up,   your   first   instinct   was   to   cop   a   feel   .ᐣ.ᐣ   really   dude   .ᐣ.ᐣ   ❞

𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝,   𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝   𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲   𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥   𝐠𝐞𝐭   𝐮𝐩   &   𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤   𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲,   but   she   had   already   decided   this   was   a   match   to   the   death,   &   she   was   not   one   to   give   in   so   easily.   there   came   a   pause   then,   just   long   enough   for   her   to   let   the   moment   breathe,   before   the   corner   of   her   mouth   twitched   upward,   playful   in   that   dangerous   way   she   carried   so   effortlessly   but   also   in   a   way   where   a   new   thought   that   crossed   her   mind   made   her   want   to   laugh.

❝   we’d   all   be   fucked   if   irontomb   had   a   dumptruck   &   backed   it   up   on   you.   ❞

"I am afraid, ser, I have no idea what you might be implying."