sidereal, of or relating to the stars

Sidereal is a universe baised mainly around characters and scenarios from the games Kindergarten and Kindergarten 2. It's a larger story/universe consisting of chapters. Each chapter will be divided into parts. I'll be posting text posts and art as I please, but if you want a clear answer to a question, feel free to send in an ask (directed either at me or a specific character/characters)! I rarely state things outright in things I draw or write, so I'll be happy to assist you if you're confused or curious. Every ask will be answered, but I can't guarantee an in-character answer accompanied by art or writing. And with that, I say... happy discoveries. There's more to everything than meets the eye.

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Y’all. I have pirate fever. Sidereal is on hiatus for God knows how long.

i can’t stop thinking of PIRATES (and blue elves... the story in question is eating me up) and so Sidereal has taken a backseat at the moment. When this fever dies Down I’ll see if Sidereal still has the same thrall over me as it did just a few weeks ago. See y’all on the other side!

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I’m not dead! Life is happening, so I’ll be on hiatus for a week or two.

I’ll be working on Sidereal in the meantime, so things won’t stop up, but it won’t be my main focus. Asks are open, as always! 

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Chaotic Order, an update

Damien’s true form.

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Woops, posted some joos too early! Lucky you if you managed to read it, lol

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Nugget and Penny, are they in a queer platonic relationship?

Yes!

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Im curious : will Theodore become Nugget love interest and vice versa or it will be like "Nugget is Penny friendboyfriend and this is Penny's boyfriend, Theodore" ?

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on anon tell me if I give off angel, demon, vampire or witch vibes

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Destination Despair, an update

It became apparent soon enough that there was no 'home' to return to. Not that it was much of a problem - Oga was very welcoming, and after a few days, some of the others warmed up to Agnes as well.

Daily life in the clan was... calming. Agnes had been overrun with children since the first day - they'd been prodding and babbling and tugging gently at her hair, curious and wondering. Oga had carefully pointed out everyone's names, and while some of them were hard to pronounce, Agnes did her best to remember them.

The first day Oga wasn't there when Agnes woke had been a scary one. Up until then, Agnes had tagged along with Oga wherever she went, and not having her there was... jarring.

It wasn't a big deal, in the end. A mother dropped a toddler in Agnes' arms and gave her a stern talk-to before climbing away. Agnes had done her best to care for the child throughout the day.

She learned her first word - butterfly - this way. When Oga returned, sometime around sunset, Agnes was sitting by a fire with three toddlers surrounding her, babbling along with whatever they were saying.

"Butterfly?" Aggie had asked, wanting to make sure it was a real word and not just gibberish, and Oga had lit up.

"Butterfly!" she'd repeated, before saying something else while nodding.

They worked on words from then on - greetings, and food, and items. Hello, bye, may your path be bright, soup, water, leather, stone, fire.

"Morning," Oga greeted when they woke up, beaming brightly whenever Agnes returned the greeting. They ate together, Oga chattering away while Agnes listened and did her best to understand. Then they split ways, Oga disappearing down the side of the mountain, Agnes cleaning around their shared home. She ran errands for the various clan members - fetching, and carrying, and finding, and learning with every step of the way. Most of the time, though, she could be found with children of all ages.

Her sister had given birth just a few years ago, and there were some days where Aggie ached for little Nicholas more than anything else. The children were all beautiful, but none measured up to him, with their dark hair and dark skin and brown-purple eyes. There'd been one, the first two days Agnes was with the clan - a little girl, with pretty green eyes - but she'd disappeared and never returned. 

People mourned, but nothing was done, and Aggie wondered over that for a long time.

(Oga explained, far later down the line, that 'green eyes is a curse; people disappear, sometimes, when they bear that colour. It's a wonder you yet live!')

(It hadn't been very comforting.)

It took almost two weeks, but Agnes finally mustered enough courage (and words!) to stumble her way through the question 'where do you go, Oga?'

Oga had promptly decided it was 'take your roommate to work'-day, helping Agnes down from the mountain and into the forest on the other side of the lake. They'd made mindless conversation as Oga walked about, picking plants and flowers and berries and fruits. She named them all, and attempted to explain what they all were good for, and even though Agnes didn't understand it all, she enjoyed every second of it.

"This," Oga said, pointing to the plants she'd gathered, "this is work." Then she turned, looking to the coast - to the shells and stones and crystal blue water. "This? This is..." She thumped her hand to her chest. Aggie didn't understand the word, but the meaning hit close to home. Hobby, heart, passion.

She spent some time scouring the beach for pretty rocks or shells. In the end, she found something smooth and round and perfect for Oga's larger hands.

Oga pressed their foreheads together, smiling like Aggie had handed her the very sun.

Agnes learned another word this way; thank you.

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Chaotic Order, an update

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WHO LET YOU BE THIS SOFT @kindsnob

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Shadowed Mirrors, an update

Cindy doesn't believe in soulmates.

Actually, it has nothing to do with belief.

Cindy knows there's no such things as soulmates. She knows this, for sure, because she's dead, and dead people know these things.

There is, however, such a thing as soulfits. Another person that fits or would fit you like a glove, either because you are so similar, or vastly different.

When Cindy dies - really dies, like, for real this time - things have changed. She holds Jerome's and Lily's hands, for they're dead, and Cindy can't remember why she hated them in the first place. Lily smiles at her, and it seems Cindy's forgiven, for she never smiled like that when they were alive.

"Do you feel that?" a blond boy asks. He's holding Jerome's hand, along with another's - one with wild, fiery hair. "That pull?"

Cindy feels it.

"Yes," says Lily, her hair floating strangely in the air. She looks so serene. "What does it mean?"

A girl, holding Billy and the fiery-haired one's hand, smiles. "We have to choose."

"Choose?" says the boy with the hair. 

As he says it, a pool bleeds onto the ground before them, slippery and white and silver. It sparkles and shines like the diamonds in mom's ring used to, and Cindy breathes a sigh of awe.

"Choose," the girl repeats, releasing the others' hands before stepping forward, out of the ring and towards the pond. She tilts her head. "Ozzy? Yours is Ron, isn't it?"

The boy with the fierce hair blinks. "I - yes, it is, how did you know?"

The girl winks, and her eyes shine green. "I choose." She looks around, meeting everyone's gaze in turn. When she looks at Cindy, it's a struggle to look back. She feels… familiar.

She steps forward, into - onto - the pool. Her feet touch the surface, small and lithe. The glow of the liquid envelopes her, fades into her skin, and it burns. Only her eyes remain the same, and for a short moment another girl stands there - one Cindy had looked at from above a beak when everything hurt.

"Penny," breathes the blond boy, and the fiery-haired one - Ozzy - murmurs in agreement.

The girl, back to her other appearance, steps back. "You don't have to choose," she says, gaze sweeping. "But you should. If you can."

Lily steps forward. "I choose," she says, glow enveloping her, and Nugget flickers across her skin.

Cindy swallows. She feels it. She feels the pull. "I choose," she says and steps forward. It doesn't feel like a choice.

The glow covers her eyes, and she can't see except for that blinding white, and a brief, brief moment it burns like nothing's ever burned – but then it eases, and she steps back, and she feels him.

"I choose." The blond boy steps forward, straightening his red tie with only a moment's hesitation. Once the glow arrives, the only thing that changes is his shirt, and when it eases, he goes back to normal.

Ozzy stumbles onto the pool, and he doesn't have time to speak before the glow surrounds him and he flickers, then stumbles back. His hands are shaking.

Billy raises his chin. "I've chosen," he says, and Cindy notes the change. For a moment, Jay stands there, before them, looking so serene and solemn that Cindy's breath hitches.

All eyes fall on Jerome. "Foxy," says Lily, "she said you should…" Her eyes go wide. "I - sorry, I didn't…"

"It's okay. It's okay, that's still me, I can feel it," says Jerome. "I - I just don't…" He fiddles a bit with his shirt. "I don't know if…"

The girl from before gives him a kind smile. "It's alright. You can wait."

"No!" Jerome blurts. "I feel it, I feel the pull, I, just… don't know if she'll like me…"

Cindy, still holding his hand, squeezes once. She says nothing – doesn't even look at him, Jerome, who says he still feels Foxy the way she still feels Chica, the way Lily and Billy are still Bonnie and Freddy.

Jerome takes a deep breath. "I choose." He steps forward. A girl flashes in his place, hair long and reddish dark.

Everyone chose, in one way or another.

They fade.

*

In the years that follow, Cindy can't help but feel a bit relieved at who she chose. She doesn't have to endure Lily's pain at seeing Nugget choose her above everything else time and time again. She doesn't have to take Billy's constant pain at ghosting Jay, hovering over his shoulder like a terrified guardian. She doesn't have to live through Felix' pain of seeing the shell of his brother go through the motions, nor Maddison's exhaustion of ghosting someone who isn't quite fully human, nor Ozzy's anxiety being worsened by ghosting Ron, of all people.

Worst of all is probably Jerome, who ghosts Alice, someone who by mere proximity gets tangled into the mess that is Jay's life, and who never knew Jerome in life. Everyone else has someone who mourns them, or at the very least knew them. Alice hears of Jerome's death and doesn't even bat an eye.

Meanwhile, Cindy can go to the mirrors and watch him chatter away with a few dozen animals and the plants he can barely keep track of. She watches as he goes to therapy, watches as he cries, watches as he gets better, watches as he tips his head back into warm summer rain and smiles a genuine smile for the first time in weeks.

She watches, and watches, and watches. There's not much she can do, and at times he makes such stupid, idiotic choices that she spends hours cussing him out afterwards, but she always returns, and he always figures it out.

Cindy grows with him, her hair flowing longer and thicker, and she gets Lily to braid it – brave Lily, who watches Nugget almost endlessly, and hurts, and hurts, and hurts. Cindy grows taller and broader, and her voice deepens, but she doesn't change.

She isn't alive. She's very much dead. Jerome, who'd taken up whittling to pass the time, slipped, once, and drove a knife deep into her thigh. There was no blood and barely any pain. They were silent sometime after that, everyone treading cautiously around each other. They'd almost forgotten.

She isn't alive. None of them are. But when she watches him – when the smoke of the mirrors floats out into the room - into her – she's closer. She's close. Sometimes she can almost reach out and touch him. 

Felix keeps a book where he writes about Theodore – later, Ted. Lily holds no tome, but her secrets close to heart, and it takes a combined effort of everyone to get her to say why she worries so. Billy is frustrated and complains loudly to anyone who will listen about how much of a 'fucking moron Jay is, I swear, I'll kill him again when he gets here!'. Ozzy and Jerome stick together a lot, due to their people doing the same, and Maddison joins them, too. They'll talk about their people to any who ask but tend to keep their voices low.

Cindy doesn't write anything down, but she talks, and she talks, and she talks. Going to their shared space and yelling at the top of her lungs about her person is not uncommon, and the others groan but accept it with smiles. 

When she mulls it over in the darkness of the void, she figures they all need to smile more. It's not surprising; none of them are pleased. Maybe it's because their chosen halves are still out there. Maybe it's because they're dead. Maybe it's because they just don't work well together.

She doesn't know.

*

When Lily comes from the mirror room a few days later, bearing a relieved smile, her hair lighter than ever, Cindy asks no questions. She just hugs her, mutters, "It's about time," and goes on with her day.

*

Billy comes tearing into their shared space, hair ruffled and askew. He, like Jay, has not aged further than maybe thirty or forty years. He'd decided, long ago, that "I'll stick with him through thick and thin," which also, apparently, means that he'll age in his tempo. Cindy herself sticks to a nice thirty-two – she really did like how her hair looked that one day and had wanted to keep it.

"Guys!" Billy cries. "Nugget's dying!"

Jerome, sitting comfortably at fifty-three, looks up from trying to teach a sixty-three-year-old Ozzy how to use a JoJo. "What? Already?"

"It's his sixty-ninth birthday," Billy says.

"Ah," says Cindy, standing up. "That'd do it. Cancer kicking in, then?"

"Yes – come on! Lily's ecstatic!"

Ozzy pouts. "Unfair! I had my money on Ron."

"Too bad!" Billy returns. "Come on, he'll be arriving soon. Lily's gone to meet him!"

*

Lily, sixty-eight-years-old, helps a sixty-nine-year-old Nugget into their shared space. He doesn't look a day older than forty, he either.

The room erupts into cheers. "Who did you choose?" fifteen-year-old Maddison cries.

"Yeah! Who was it?"

"Did you feel the pull?"

"Who?"

Nugget blinks, his face splitting in a smile. "Billy!" he says. "Cindy! Jerome!" He laughs, a heartwarming laugh that curls through all of them. "Nugget has missed you. As for the pull – yes, Nugget felt it, but no, Nugget did not choose her."

Cindy blinks. It's not the first time someone chooses a different person than their pull – Maddison had chosen Penny, after all – but it's uncommon. "Who did you choose?" she asks, curious.

"Jay," says Nugget.

Billy whoops. "Welcome to the party, old man! He's a nightmare to keep up with!"

Nugget laughs. "Oh, Nugget knows! Nugget knows!"

*

Cindy knows when he's dying. She can feel it; the tightening around her ribs, the constrictions of her chest. It doesn't hurt, but she feels it, and she knows it's him, and she knows what it is.

She goes to meet him, at seventy-one, and she ages up to meet him at his own age, to not frighten or worry.

He blinks up at her, and she helps him sit up before doing anything else.

"I – Cindy?" he croaks, surprise, awe, wonder.

Cindy smiles. "Hello, Buggs."  

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Introducing: Shadowed Mirrors

Lily is dead. Billy is dead. Jerome and Cindy are dead. Felix, Ozzy, and Maddison are dead.

People die.

This does not mean they are gone.

This is their story.

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Shadowed Mirrors is a sub-plot to Sidereal and is one of the very few texts not narrated by the same person (every chapter of Sidereal is narrated by the same person unless stated otherwise). Due to this, we will be jumping a bit back and forth between the present and past tense, depending on the character narrating.

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is Felix Huxley sans undertale???

Er... no. Felix Huxley is not Sans Undertale.

There is, however, something he is.

Not gone.

[CHAPTER: ‘SHADOWED MIRRORS’ UNLOCKED]

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*me holding theonygget* This is beautiful.I've been looking at this for hours.

god....... a mood

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Chaotic Order, an update

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Stevie is a mood

god same

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Because one is remembered as the stars, the other warms him up and lightens his world as the sun.

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Chaotic Order, update

The very same night as the school dance, Damien dragged Stevie with him back to his place, shoving them both into the garden, where the stars shone fair and bright.

"Is it still...?"

Stevie couldn't find words, so he only nodded, wide-eyed at the brightness of Damien's glow, now that they stood outside.

Damien raised his chin and tugged off his shirt.

There were constellations all over his skin, creeping down his shoulders, across his chest, brushed against his belly. His arms glowed faintly, and when he turned, a complicated set of patterns ran down his back.

"Yes," said Stevie, "yes, Damien, you were right, it's all over you, I, oh, I'm gay - "

"What is this?" Damien breathed, trying to look over his shoulder. He turned, again, staring at his arms and hands with wide eyes. "Why is this - and you say my eyes -?"

"They're green, yes." Stevie walked over, tilting his head back to get a closer look. "Very, very, very green. Unnaturally green. Jay-Morris-green."

Damien blinked. "I thought we agreed that he uses coloured lenses for that?"

Stevie shrugged. "He might. You don't, though, and that's how green we're talking."

"Is something wrong with me?" Damien whispered, sinking to his knees.

"No," said Stevie, with absolute certainty. He sat down before him, taking his glowing hands in his. "No, Damien. There's not." Damien's mouth was warm and soft and gentler than ever. "There's not."

Damien held him tight, tight, tight, and said nothing for a long, long while.