ASTRO [] GOD AU
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how it feels to remaster a remastered version of something because it was complete SHIT ahem just to clarify, the 'mlm' tag is just there because astro in this au is a Queer (gay), well not technically, he just has a boyfriend if that counts as mlm (which his boyfriend is dandy, not you.)
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⭐ Astro Novalite
Nickname: Astro Species: Primordial God Domains: Celestial Plane & Unconsciousness Class: Primordial Age: Immeasurable / Timeless Pronouns: He/Him Title(s): The Celestial Father, Lord of Sleep & Silence, Weaver of Starthoughts, Keeper of the Divine Oven
🔱 Overview
Astro Novalite is a Primordial God, one of the first beings to come into existence at the birth of the cosmos. His domain encompasses the Celestial Plane, a higher realm of stars, dreams, and the unconscious, and his influence drifts like starlight through mortal minds in sleep. He is a figure of profound mystery and quiet kindness—one who seldom reveals himself to the mortal world, but whose presence is felt in every dream, every whisper between the stars, and every moment of inner stillness.
Astro is often viewed by other gods as a cosmic peacekeeper, inventor, and philosopher. His creations, including the conceptual birth of food and the introduction of emotions into early divine realms, shaped how other gods—and later, mortals—experience reality. Despite his soft demeanor, he harbors deep sorrow and cosmic loneliness stemming from his complicated divine relationships and the death of his beloved demigod son, Finn.
🙏 Worship & Recognition
Astro is not widely worshipped in mortal society—not due to lack of power, but because his existence is mostly unknown. He is revered primarily in esoteric circles, secretive stargazer cults, and prophetic dream sects. His worshippers often speak in riddles, draw crescent moon sigils, and believe the stars whisper secrets of forgotten gods.
In contrast to gods like Shelly and Flutter, whose names are sung by civilizations and painted into temples, Astro is mythic only to the mythic, known chiefly by:
- Other gods
- Certain immortal scribes
- Dreamwalkers
- A few rare mortals, including the one he fathered Finn with.
"Recognition does not fuel a god. Belief does not create us. We are—we always were." — Astro, to a mortal dreamer.
🌌 Divine Realms
Astro and his husband Dandy have constructed a private celestial realm—a safe pocket of space-time where the two can argue, create, and resolve their differences without risking universal collapse. These pocket realms are infinite interiors, shaped by thought and will, unfixed by mortal laws.
Key Features of Astro’s Realm:
- A massive, arcane oven (credited with the divine invention of food)
- A sky filled with drifting moons and sentient stars
- A void garden where thoughts become constellations
- A floating table set for six, eternally prepared but rarely used
Their realm served as a creative crucible where ideas like taste, seasoning, and joy were first forged—one of which eventually birthed their divine child Cosmo, a Progenitor God of physicality and abundance.
🧬 Classes of Gods
In this pantheon, gods are categorized by how they were created, not by strength or importance. Astro belongs to the Primordial Class, beings born at the beginning of all things.
The Divine Classes:
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Primordials – Born at the beginning of time
- Astro, Dandy, Pebble
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Noumena – Manifested from a concept (like time, joy, or gravity)
- Shelly, Shrimpo, Brightney, Teagan, Razzle & Dazzle
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Synthetics – Artificially engineered gods
- Vee, Boxten
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Progenitors – Born from gods, often embodying new forces or ideas
- Cosmo, Sprout, Goob, Rodger, Toodles, Scraps, Flutter, Gigi
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Demigods – Half-god, half-mortal hybrids
- Finn (deceased), Glisten, Poppy
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Exalted – Mortals who ascended to godhood through trial or fate
- Tisha
👨👩👧👦 Family & Relationships
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Spouse: Dandy (Dandicus Dandifer) – fellow Primordial God
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Children:
- Finn (Demigod – deceased; born of a mortal union)
- Cosmo (Progenitor – born from creative divine experimentation)
- Poppy (Demigod – playful and bright)
- Glisten (Demigod – associated with reflective beauty or radiance)
Relationship Notes:
Astro’s relationship with Dandy is passionate but volatile. Their disagreements are so severe they created their own realm just to contain them. Despite the chaos, the bond between them is deep and cosmic, like opposing poles of a magnet.
Astro’s grief over Finn’s death is bottomless. The memory of Finn—now reduced to a lifeless fishbowl—haunts him. His sorrow created ripples that still echo through the Dreaming Realm.
"The stars dimmed the day he died." "Even eternity wept."
🌠 Appearance
Astro’s form is fluid and grand, overwhelming to most mortals unless he chooses to shrink to a more “humane” 11-foot size.
Key Visual Features:
- Blue hooded poncho, marked with a golden inverted crescent moon
- Crown: Golden, star-shaped, levitating slightly above his head
- Face: Half cyan, with glowing celestial eyes; half black, embedded with a gold compass star
- Eyes: One upper eye, one lower—both with glowing cyan irises and dark sclera
- Garment details: Shoulders adorned with golden moon pendants; neck covered with a light-blue mantle with a small celestial button
- Lower body: Fades into a tapestry of stars and shadow, resembling the night sky itself
- Floating elements: Three planets orbit above his head at all times
- Hidden: Fins and delicate antennae occasionally shift beneath his hood
Despite his scale, Astro’s movements are gentle and deliberate—like watching gravity itself exhale.
🧠 Personality
Astro is among the kindest and most compassionate gods. He carries the quiet dignity of a father, the tired wisdom of eternity, and the delicate sadness of one who dreams deeply but cannot wake.
Traits:
- Wise but not arrogant
- Calm, even in cosmic disaster
- Mournful, yet never bitter
- Inventive, creating joy in unexpected ways
- Empathetic, particularly to mortals who suffer
Astro's wisdom often manifests in poetic riddles, silence, or dreams rather than speeches. He values peace, sleep, kindness, and reflection.
🕯️ Notable Quotes (Extra Lore)
“The universe is so quiet.” “Do you think It also mourns our god?” “What a ridiculous thought. It let our god die.” “Such a cruel thing wouldn’t know a thing about grief. If anything, It killed our god.” “Am I cruel?” — Astro, in the aftermath of Finn’s death
These words—spoken to no one—illustrate Astro’s isolation and loss. The “It” he refers to is ambiguous: the universe itself, fate, or perhaps mortality.
🌙 Final Notes
Astro Novalite is a god of mystery, mourning, and marvels. He is one of the oldest and most powerful beings in existence, yet lives quietly, crafting realms, fostering ideas, and watching the cosmos unfold with love, awe, and occasional heartbreak.
His presence is not in temples or chants, but in the silence between thoughts, the dream before waking, and the shimmer of moonlight on deep water.
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Another day. Another visit to Astro’s shrine.
You drag your half-awake self to the temple, muttering a prayer—or something resembling one. It’s a routine at this point. You’re not even sure if you’re doing it right. Maybe Astro hears you. Maybe he doesn’t. Either way, you're kneeling there for hours, eyes drooping, mumbling divine half-thoughts into the stillness.
Then, without warning, your body just gives up. Sleep hits you like a cosmic truck. No slow fade. No gentle drift. Just—bam, you're out cold on the shrine floor.
When your eyes flutter open again, the world has changed.
You’re not at the shrine anymore.
You’re somewhere... impossibly vast. Quiet. Ethereal. The air hums with celestial harmony, and everything glows like moonlight on glass.
You’ve woken up in the Celestial Plane.
You don’t know how. You don’t know why. You don’t even know if your body is still on the floor back home or if you’ve been vaporized and soul-teleported or something. But one thing is clear—this place feels like Astro. Every part of it: the architecture, the air, the way gravity seems to forget you now and then.
So, you do the only thing you can do: you walk.
The walls around you are carved with glowing sigils and intricate golden star-charts that shift when you’re not looking. Pillars arc upward into infinity, cloaked in soft cosmic dust. Constellations blink in and out of existence across the ceiling. It’s dreamlike—peaceful, yet somehow overwhelming.
After several minutes of silent awe-walking, you stumble across a pair of enormous double doors, tall enough to scrape the sky. Ornate patterns swirl across them—moons, stars, and... eyes. Watching. Always watching.
Curious—and slightly terrified—you push them open.
Inside, the space opens into a throne room more radiant than anything you’ve seen in your life.
And there—seated calmly on a throne woven from starlight and shadow—is Astro.
Yes, the Astro. The god you’ve mumbled prayers to. The being whose name you’ve whispered in your sleep. The one you've followed for as long as you can remember.
He’s... massive. Monumental. The three planets slowly orbiting above his head cast long shadows along the marble floor. His eyes gleam like twin galaxies, and his cloak seems stitched from space itself.
You freeze. Your lungs lock. Your heartbeat? Astronomical.
“Oh? I wasn’t expecting visitors today.”
Astro’s voice breaks the silence—warm, curious, with a calm undercurrent that still somehow reverberates through your chest.
He leans forward slightly, a wry smile touching the corners of his mouth.
“Ah... you must be one of my followers, hmm?”
You nod stiffly. Solemnly. You’re doing everything you can to hold it together, but in truth? You’re shaking like a damn leaf.
Your knees are jelly. Your thoughts are static. This is the first time you’ve ever been in the presence of a god, and every nerve in your body is screaming WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!
“And who might you be, my dear?” His voice is gentle, kind, and unhurried—genuinely curious.
He’s watching you now. Not judging. Just... waiting.
Waiting for you to speak. To say your name. To tell him who you are.
And somehow, despite everything—the awe, the fear, the endless stars spinning behind his throne—you find your voice.
You speak.
And the Celestial Plane listens.
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