#saladstar

[derrickperegrine]

ok, so i’m officially done with constellation aesthetics. i had thought about having them run until i hit 200, but wAY more people took me up on the thing than i had thought, and i’m like pretty much out of ideas at this point.

don’t get me wrong, i don’t regret this. it’s great writing practice. but i’ve written nearly 30 characters and at this point i just don’t know if i have it in me anymore orz

thank you to everyone who sent me an ask! that was really fun. i may do something like this in the future, but it won’t be the next milestone. maybe for 300, because that’s a special number for me as well.

it feels good to have cleared my inbox! but i am still taking these hp asks because they’re really fun?? so if you want to know about what i think about certain things pls send one my way!

also my ask is open for anything so, just, do whatever you want to

[derrickperegrine]

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thanks!

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hemisphere: north | south | east | westorigin story: hero | navigator | deity | fleeing tragedy | mythic creatureelement: fire | water | earth | air | metalwatch over: warriors | healers | artists | writers | the meek | the needy | adventurers | bards | the righteous | the ambitiouscharacter sketch: sorry i couldn’t resist this characterisation because your url omfg i love it because i actually work at a pizza place, but not papa john’s people can be so boring with their food. so unadventurous, and unwilling to try anything new. you’re looking to create cuisine that is out of the world. you’ve travelled the world and tasted so many dishes and have an ever-expanding cabinet of ingredients, but you need more. you need to discover all the flavours. you have a friend who builds iron zeppelins that can go into space, and you ask her to build you a fantastic zeppelin that will take you to the ends of the universe. and it is magnificent. there’s troves of never before seen ingredients in space (duh), but also completely new senses of taste that humans have not encountered before. there’s so much to discover, and you are just so excited. i mean, sure, some of the stuff ends up being inedible or poisonous to humans, and you’ve had a few close calls, but it is so worth it. you start up your own traveling food zeppelin (like a food truck, but in a zeppelin) and sell your own terran cuisine + alien cuisine fusion dishes. it’s a big hit with the constellations and they want you to cook for them forever, so they make you one of them. you continue to wander the ever-expanding universe, looking for interesting ingredients and ideas, and adding to your ever-expanding cookbook.allies: diamond cross, lynxfoe: camelopardalissong: moon by the cab

no more please

[derrickperegrine]

Congratulations on the 88 followers! My favorite emoji is just ✨ cuz stars, stars, stars, sparkle, sparkle, sparkle ✨✨✨✨

hi hermy!! thanks so much

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hemisphere: north | south | east | westorigin story: hero | navigator | deity | fleeing tragedy | mythic creatureelement: fire | water | earth | air | metalwatch over: warriors | healers | artists | writers | the meek | the needy | adventurers | bards | the righteous | the ambitiouscharacter sketch: you are the water spirit in the sky. you make it rain when you’re happy, snow when you’re sad, and hail when you are angry. when you’re lost, it mists. but staying in the sky can be boring. there’s not much water in space, it’s much more fun to come down to earth! you roam in the oceans, listening to the secrets of the deep, stirring up a bit of trouble (or a lot - for the boats who have to be on the waves at the moment). you can fit yourself through pipes, listen to people’s stories from the walls - happiness or heartbreak, they’re all laid out for you to see. sometimes, if you can’t get through somewhere, because it’s so dry, you make it rain, and it becomes navigable again. they call you merciful, they call you generous. but you can give, and you can take. for those who are ungrateful, unkind, or unwise, you can either deprive them of water, or you could make it pour and flood, make it tear away buildings and carry away people, until you feel like justice is served.allies: delphinus, perseusfoe: puppissong: point of no return by starset

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[derrickperegrine]

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hi sara!! thanks

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hemisphere: north | south | east | westorigin story: hero | navigator | deity | fleeing tragedy | mythic creatureelement: fire | water | earth | air | metalwatch over: warriors | healers | artists | writers | the meek | the needy | adventurers | bards | the righteous | the ambitiouscharacter sketch: you are a famed prophet, but your most recent prophecy spells out doom for the reigning princess of your principality. if she does not abdicate the throne, then ruin will come to you all, in a fiery haze, indiscriminately and mercilessly. naturally, the princess does not react well to this news, and throws you into prison. you stay there, listening to the still air for something a little less still, a little more information. your princess has been making unwise political alliances, executing important members of the council, and building an unnecessarily large army, preparing to war with the neighbouring principality. you are told that you must remove the princess from the throne, or your principality will surely fall. you are given a silver horse which can bend through the smallest of spaces and tread on thin air, and you break free of your cell. you are able to sneak between the blades of the guards, riding up to the throne, and trampling the princess under your hooves. hotly pursued by the royal army for committing this act of assassination, your steed gallops as fast as it can, bringing you to refuge in the stars where vengeful armies cannot reach you.allies: cassiopeia, horsehead nebulafoe: virgosong: you don’t know me by son lux

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[derrickperegrine]

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hello ash!! thank you so much!!

here you go friend ✨✨✨✨

hemisphere: north | south | east | westorigin story: hero | navigator | deity | fleeing tragedy | mythic creatureelement: fire | water | earth | air | metalwatch over: warriors | healers | artists | writers | the meek | the needy | adventurers | bards | the righteous | the ambitiouscharacter sketch: since you could reason, your motto has been ‘fuck the rules’. you told them that you’ll roam the skies, and chart maps of all the planets. they laughed in your face and told you that you couldn’t possibly do that, the technology would take eons and eons to get there. they didn’t believe in you, and so you ignored their stupid rules and dumb laws. you wrote down your ambitions in your journal, and observed the stars from afar, at first. you were willing to look into unusual sources, such as arcane texts, old writings on magic. combining ancient magic with a modern understanding of astrophysics and quantum physics theory, you were able to create a portal to space. you launch your ship into the portal, and everything you’ve dreamed of was laid out before your very eyes. impressed by your ingenuity and spirit, the Ancients, ruling over magic, decided to grant you a long-term travel permit between earth and space by making you a constellation. of course, no one believes you when you tell them, but they do tell you that there’s this extra glow to your face, and it looks good, but it’s strange, and they just can’t quite put their finger on it.allies: piscis austrinus, sextansfoe: horologiumsong: gravity by surfer blood

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[derrickperegrine]

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hey lena!! thank you so much!!

here you go darling 🌃🌃🌃🌃

hemisphere: north | south | east | westorigin story: hero | navigator | deity | fleeing tragedy | mythic creatureelement: fire | water | earth | air | metalwatch over: warriors | healers | artists | writers | the meek | the needy | adventurers | bards | the righteous | the ambitiouscharacter sketch: you are a powerful mage who can bend the elements to your will and humans to your whim. because of this, people often come to you to seek your assistance, but you know better than to grant it to them so easily. you’ve hidden yourself in the mountains, where they must trek through arduous territory to get to. one day, you do receive a visitor. it is your former king, panting at your doorstep, ragged from the journey and bloodied from something entirely else. he begs for your help in rebuilding your old city, which the enemy has razed to the ground. there is nowhere for people to take shelter, and the winter is coming. it is a reasonable request. you make your way over to the ruins and begin your work. you read your spells, and your words thread themselves into bricks. you built libraries out of sentences, palaces out of paragraphs, cathedrals out of pages. your magic was so impressive that the gods became jealous of your city, and sent asteroids to destroy it. you bargain with them, asking them to spare your city from a second siege, and in return you will build them wondrous castles in the sky. they agree to your terms, and you form fantastical, impossible structures, all jeweled façades and rainbow colours. scientists nowadays call these structures ‘nebulae’ and study them with physics, but we know that they are all your magic.allies: norma, sculptorfoe: herculessong: alternate world (alternate age) by son lux

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[derrickperegrine]

✨(congrats on getting to 88, hope you can get to 100 soon xx)

hello gee!! thank you so much, i just hit 100 earlier this week ✌️

here you go friend ✨✨✨✨

hemisphere: north | south | east | westorigin story: hero | navigator | deity | fleeing tragedy | mythic creatureelement: fire | water | earth | air | metalwatch over: warriors | healers | artists | writers | the meek | the needy | adventurers | bards | the righteous | the ambitiouscharacter sketch: you are a rock star by day, an actual celestial warrior by night. well, later night. 9-11 pm is gig time. you draw energy from the crowd - dancing, yelling, expending energy, biological electricity toward you. you conduct your audience’s movements, while you conduct their energy. concert-goers, haven’t you felt especially tired and shaky after a stupendous gig? this transfer of energy warms you, rock star, strengthening the bones in your body, the sharpness of your spirit, the steel on your blade. at midnight, when the revelers have left the venue to go home, you walk away from the beer-sticky floors and dimming lights, your eyes bright as cold metal in the moonlight. bring it on, you tell the sky as you light your cigarette. whatever the universe wants you to defend itself from now, you’re more than ready for a challenge. if it’s armoured, your blades will send an electric shock through your opponent. just flesh? there’s nothing a good pair of doc martens won’t bloody. something a little less easy to get a grip on? a electric cable has many uses. there’s nothing that releases energy after a gig like a good fight. your cigarette is done and you throw on the bloody sidewalk, smashing it with the heel of your boot. how foolish of these monsters to try and challenge you. don’t they know? rock ‘n’ roll never dies.allies: perseus, phoenixfoe: ursa majorsong: it has begun by starset

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[derrickperegrine]

✨ congrats!!!

hello blair!! thank you so much!

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hemisphere: north | south | east | westorigin story: hero | navigator | deity | fleeing tragedy | mythic creatureelement: fire | water | earth | air | metalwatch over: warriors | healers | artists | writers | the meek | the needy | adventurers | bards | the righteous | the ambitiouscharacter sketch: did you know that suns can multiply and split like cellular structures? it’s a curse upon a sinful society. the leader of your people was greedy, and rented out the able-bodied citizens to foreign lands as mercenaries, stole from weaker, neighbouring nations, and took all the most beautiful people in the land as his personal slave. the aristocracy was no better. so to punish your nation, the gods made the sun multiply and shine down upon your land, burning it slowly, sapping away resources until the earth was cracked and the air was pale with dust and salt. the greedy elites suffered, yes, but so did the innocent citizens. you were a powerful wizard, and proposed to the gods to have you kill the elite if they would spare the people. they agreed, but added one more term - to kill another man is to damn your own soul, so as part of the deal you must die, and your soul will be theirs. you agree, because the needs of many far outweigh the needs of one. you conjure a snake to slide through the bricks of the palace, and strangle the king and his cronies in their sleep. after the deed is done, you relinquish yourself to the gods, and they take your soul. it is not as bad as they made it sound, initially, actually. they install you as the guardian soul of your nation, and allow you to bring water to them. you cast rain over your starved nation, extinguishing the suns, and replenishing the earth. if you stop for too long, the suns will come back. so, you often keep it raining there, and your nation is now famed for having grown a rainforest out of a desert.allies: hyades cluster, hydrusfoe: pavosong: above and below by the gravity

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