Chronic Bastard syndrome

Proponent of selfishness, vanity, heathenism and all things evil

[subject257]

((I guess I should let you guys know since I have been getting asks that this blog is on an indefinite hiatus due to personal events in my life. Thank you for being patient with me.))

[subject257]

How are you Sorbet? Are you able to be with Birb and Knelt to help them?

We are currently huddled together… Everything’s okay.

[subject257]

Was an act of war declared by someone? I know that poor Knelt was hurt by Inks, but I didn’t see anything about a war😳

Please stay safe, I hope nothing bad happens😔

Yes, by the Hunters. Right now though I believe everyone is resting.

[subject257]

I would like to make it very clear that the declaration of war was not on behalf of the Empire nor affiliated with us in any manner and I hope the statement will eventually be retracted.

[subject257]

I love you. I love you with my eyes wide open and my back ready for your blade. Protect or slice, I love you. I love the way you add sugar to the sweets you make especially for me. I get so much joy from watching you work. I want to go to bed with you for as long as we both shall live.

… Come back soon okay?

[thingsforrp]

Send your muse’s thoughts about mine on anon

And my muse will react

[subject257]

257 walked up to the door of the medbay, soup, a water bottle and a stuffed lab in hand. He took a deep breath, it’s been a while since he’s seen Astral. He heard about the fall and… He worried a lot about what kind of state he’d find him in when he got there. He opened the door.

“Uh, hi… I brought some things. Maybe make you feel better a bit.”

@fallen-star-agency

[subject257]

What is your favorite thing to do with Birb and Dibbles?

… This becomes 10 times funnier when you realize Dibbles is an entirely different Dib.

Though assuming you do mean Dib/Kins/KneltDib, I adore baking with them, Especially things that are simple, like with cakes and cupcakes… It’s an experience with enough parts to share and everyone can make together. There’s also of course watching movies together, sparring though of course that has to wait, We do karaoke sometimes and that’s always fun, though my voice is nothing compared to theirs…

Though really anything is more fun when I’m able to do it with them. They’re charming and add some light to my life.

[subject257]

>A knock at 257’s door but when he opens it sits a light brown bear. It looks created by hand,the fur sits somewhat loosely and the stuffing is lumpy and a bit crude. The button eyes are wall eyed and off center but it still looks made with love. A note is attached to the cherry red ribbon around it’s neck.

“I’m not the best at making these. I wanted to try for you! To think of me when you feel like you need a hug,and a friend who’ll sit and listen just like me! I hope you love him because I made him with a lot of mine! - Astral”

257 picked up the bear and brought it inside…

He then proceeded to flop down on his bed and scream into his pillow kicking his legs in excitement.

He decided to name him Creatura Amore Stars and he’d love and care for him so deeply. He went over to his diary and made a note

Dear diary,

he works so hard for me and is so lovelysoftgood and my heart is so wonderfulheartstuck he’s and angelwonder of the world and… You need to calm down. He’s not an angel he’s a person. You can’t let yourself get like that…

He glances at the bear

But still I can’t help the way he moves me, I- I can’t let this become like this, but… I do want to ask him out. I want to hold him in my arms and feel his lips against mine and bake with him and snuggle with him under the star light. I think… I think I will. Yeah, I mean, just an outing probably won’t bring out those parts right?

[subject257]

Confess a secret crush. You may be vague.

He’s gorgeous, I love ruffling his hair, he’s sweeter then anything, and oh so gentle… I have to be gentle with him, careful with us, or I’ll shatter things.

[subject257]

Cinderella, one week.

*Poof*

257 looked in the mirror for any kind of physical change. His stomach dropped when he saw there weren’t any. Oh God.

[spunsugarmusings]

Magic Anons: Fairytale Edition

Magic anons based off of my favorite fairytales, and retellings of fairytales. Enjoy!

Cinderella: Your muse is suddenly unable to refuse any command given to them. Anon decides length.

Snow White: Your muse suddenly finds themselves in their ideal body, looking the way they’ve always wanted! However, they must accept whatever consequences accompany that. Anon decides length.

Babes in the Woods: Your muse has become lost in a seemingly endless forest. Will they be able to survive the night? Anon decides length.

Little Red Riding Hood: What was that in the shadows? Out the window? Your muse feels themselves being followed, and begins to doubt that their loved ones are who they say they are. Will their suspicions be proved correct? Anon decides length.

Rumplestiltskin: Your muse has the opportunity to obtain something that they deeply desire or desperately need, but at a terrible cost; they must do any favor asked of them by the anon, no matter what it is. Anon decides length.

Fitcher’s Bird: Your muse is able to bring a loved one back from the dead. The twist is, to keep them from becoming a vengeful spirit and haunting your muse, they must help their loved one right a wrong that was done to them. Anon decides length.

Bluebeard: Your muse believes their closest loved one is going to kill them, and will do anything in their power to escape or prevent this from happening. Anon decides length.

[subject257]

> A present arrives for 257,a soft baby blue sweater with little yellow and white ducks on the front. Inside the box as well are yellow frosted duck cookies ‘I just wanted to share how much I appreciated you! Thank you for being my friend!!~ Astral’

257 holds the sweater close to his face and nuzzles it softsoftsoftaoft. And it was cute and the cookies were sweet and Astral. Sweet wonderful beautiful Astral.

He goes to his diary

Between the light of the moon and the wondrous grace of the sun sits Astral.

He’s warm and generous and oh so caring. His laughs make angels weep at its beauty, his voice is a lovely song.

I’m afraid I may never be able to meet him, nor him me but I wish to try. Oh how I wish to dance with him, care for him, and maybe be cared for by him… If he wishes to do so.

I’m afraid that he may shatter so easily so quickly, like a china doll in my hands, it is horrible to imagine holding him in my arms knowing… Knowing… Yet I want to all the same.

I hope he is made of tougher material then china, yet retains his softness… Like cotton or whool.

[kneltnotbowed]

You are my favorite Retrieval Expert.

[subject257]

Thanks love <3

[subject257]

You could be more… confident in your abilities… but you don’t need more of anything else dear Sorbet.

You’ve got a beautiful family, two amazing partners, a daughter and another child on the way❤️. You’re a badass who protects them; fiercely protective and a master of weaponry. Strong and capable when defeating those who pose a threat; but kind and gentle to those who love you❤️

You got this Sorbet, don’t let any other faceless tell you different

I just. Worry very easily if I will be able to protect them. I wasn’t the best Agent, I’m not the best Retriever… But I am trying, and… Everything will be okay.

[subject257]

You? Become something more? Don't be so foolish, little weapon. You have already stretched yourself too thin, made your blade too brittle. You will fail to serve your purpose if you keep going this way. Your edge is dulled, your rescues slower. You have rusted in place. You know you need to hone yourself. You know what you need to do. What is right and natural to do. You are a weapon, nothing more. All you will do is slice any soft hand that reaches for you to shreds.

…

Fuck have I been getting slower. Maybe I have slacked off a bit. Hm. I should do more practice runs

[ukagaka-zim]

YOU? GETTING SLOWER? THAT’S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN.

[subject257]

… I can hope, but.

I worry a bit.

[subject257]

You? Become something more? Don't be so foolish, little weapon. You have already stretched yourself too thin, made your blade too brittle. You will fail to serve your purpose if you keep going this way. Your edge is dulled, your rescues slower. You have rusted in place. You know you need to hone yourself. You know what you need to do. What is right and natural to do. You are a weapon, nothing more. All you will do is slice any soft hand that reaches for you to shreds.

…

Fuck have I been getting slower. Maybe I have slacked off a bit. Hm. I should do more practice runs