#aster godborne

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This was supposed to be a quick sketch of my fav androgynous boy with his hair up but

Uh oh lore implications :)

As always no filter ver below the cut

✨☆Rendering☆✨

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“Can we continue making stories?”

“Maybe in the next life”

These are real posts on the unspent project btw

Anyway no filter ver below cut!

Oh they make me ill

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Been a bit but

This is their second time meeting on this island btw

They are so gayyyyy

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Uh yeah idk take this

The watcher steps closer, tilting their head and smiling. It's not a happy smile, not really– It's like they don't know what it means to be happy, that they only understand having fun is joyous– that hunting is joyous.

And when one is joyous, one must Smile.

He shifts back frantically, pressing against the cool metal wall of the brig. There's nowhere to run, and even then, running is useless against something like The Watcher. Hiding is useless too– when they see all, there's no spot on earth where he’ll be safe.

Something clears their throat in the doorway, and The Watcher’s entire body stills. Slowly, they turn their head, eyes staring into the darkness. They untense, arms dropping to their sides. They don't speak, but he assumes whatever's standing in the doorway isn't here to help him.

Something sighs and The Muse steps forward, long elegant cloak twisting around them like liquid shadows. They tilt their head, eyes shifting in the light. “Spit it out.” They speak into the cool air, voice twisting inside his head.

He can't process what they sound like before The Watcher is retching, coughing up a thick viscous liquid. It splatters against the floor, and they gasp in a breath of air before spitting out a dark blob into the puddle.

They reach down, fingers curling around the soft object, squishing it in their hand. They hold it up to the light, twisting it in their fingers before they stop, throwing the object at him.

It splats against the ground and rolls closer, and he sees–

An eye.

It's an eye.

He yelps, pressing further into the wall. That– That thing ate someone's eye?!

The Muse sighs, throwing their head back dramatically. “Oh, good job. You scared him, Freakshow.” The Muse turns their gaze onto him, pouting dramatically. They bow slightly, hand pressing against their chest as they play pretend. “I'm so sorry about my younger sibling here. They're not very… Socialised.”

The Watcher makes an offended sound. It sounds like sharpened claws tearing through stars and universes.

The Muse hums, waving a clawed hand at the creature. “Good enough,” they drawl, hands disappearing into the recesses of their cloak. “Now, normally I would let you go…” His heart flutters with renewed hope before he comprehends the words. Normally. The Muse– sensing his anguish– grins, stepping out of The Watcher’s path. “But, it has been so very long since my darling younger brother has eaten.”

A siren's smile, all sharpened teeth and lies. “I'm sure you understand, yes?”

He doesn't get to scream, as The Watcher is upon him in moments, tearing apart what was once his body with far too many teeth.

—————

“A Freakshow?” Aster speaks up suddenly, pulling a bloody mess of tissue from the man’s corpse and tossing it to the side with a pout. “I’m not a freak..”

“What are you actively doing right now, star child?” Their mother calls from beyond the shadows, lips curling into a soft smile as she cradles her youngest close to her chest.

Aster makes a noncommittal sound, digging their hand in and pulling harshly at the few remaining ribs, seemingly intent on snagging a souvenir.

Riley hums, pulling their cloak off to dump it over Aster’s shoulders with a small smile. “You gonna carve that, Watcher?” They croon in delight at Asters nod, reaching down to cleanly break three ribs free and depositing it in their younger siblings' hands cheerfully. “Now, let’s get out of here, I’m cold!”

Bernadette sighs, smoothing a hand down her youngest’s spine— her darling story, not yet a problem child. With a wave of her hand, a blanket of starlight falls over the space, and within a single blink—

There is only the cooling corpse of a man who died long before his heart stopped left behind.

Uh here’s me finally posting my oc nonsense uh

To be completely honest the main reason I don’t write these blorbos often is because i still?? Don’t know how i want to write this story??

Like where to start specifically um :,)

Anywayyyyyyy

Lore reasons for why Aster get called The watcher will be revealed in the god master post I still have to make :)

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Day 10!!!! Of @myluckymoon ‘s !!! OCtober!!!!!!!!!!!

Today’s prompt is “OC aesthetic”, so here’s Aster entire character broken down into 8 different things :P

In order, from top left:

Food: Katsu don

Song: 64 little white things

Drink: iced Matcha tea

Object: books !!

Movie character: Robert Pattinsons Batman

Hobby: painting!!

Cartoon character: Dipper Pines

Animal:Crow :P

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So I am incapable of taking a break

Loreeeeee

Some rambling + alt versions below the cut !!

So I decided to christen the new brush with oc lore art :)

Bernadette is always an odd character to write/draw, because on one hand— she’s the villain of this story. She’s cruel and often times very sadistic. She forced her children to eat humans, sold people out to gods for her gain, abused and used every person close to her.

But on the other. She lost her only child to sickness. She went mad after so long alone, she was manipulated by a god, she wanted the best for her children.

She’s a very conflicting character, if only in her beliefs versus her actions

Also!! I wanted her dress to convey her whole “wolf in sheep clothing” act! Hence the brighter colours over the darker, and the change in dress from how it’s usually drawn is the further accentuate how different from other mortals she was, even as a human herself, considering the time period!

And, despite her hair and outfit being from when she was mortal, her eyes are from after the deal, if that makes sense??

Anyway alt versions

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I really like lighting :3

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This is just Aster in his work uniform and just a cool outfit I saw on pintrest :)

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My favourite little narrative detail that sets Ryley and Aster apart is how they tell the story.

Specifically,

Ryley is an unreliable narrator, whereas Aster is almost too reliable of a narrator.

Most of Aster’s dialogue is very blunt and analytical. He knows things he shouldn’t and he’s the means to look beyond the surface to find secrets people don’t want found. Most of his internal dialogue is along the lines of:

“He wore green. He always wore green— an earthy green— same colour as his late wife’s eyes— and sage, his daughter’s favourite colour.”

“She hates me— they thinks I haven’t changed, because she hasn’t either. And if she hasn’t changed, then how could the prodigy have changed? How could mother’s favourite monster become good? He can’t fathom the thought, so they won’t.”

Ryley, on the other hand, is incredibly biased. She’s intelligent, but he holds grudges. They base their opinions on what they know— and how they feel.

“He hasn’t changed. He lives in delusion— in a world where he has done nothing wrong and is loved wholly and completely. He’s a liar— a manipulative monster with no integrity or morals. He hasn’t changed, not really. He’s just put on a new mask.”

“Mother wasn’t— she wasn’t good. But to treat her like that, to do that to her— to me?! She didn’t deserve that. She just wanted the best for us— to keep us all together, within her protection!”

And the thing is, Ryley isn’t naive. She knows that what they’re saying isn’t wholly true. But he wants to believe that. And because of that, They will willingly ignore any evidence contradicting them, until she can’t any more.

Whereas Aster wants to believe that people are good— but knows, deep within his soul, that the truth is more complex than that. And he won’t let his wants contradict the truth.