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Quill A.M. Aster || Writer
@quillsandasters.bsky.social
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Aspiring high fantasy author, artist, and psychology student
Agender, Aroace, Autistic, Disabled
They/Them
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#WIPSnips of the day! Writing Veavyr is always so fun. I especially adore his signature broken english, lol 💚

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September 7, 2025 at 7:20 PM
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#WIPSnips of the day! I really do love a good confession of undying faith and trust...these three make me so giddy 😅💚

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August 31, 2025 at 6:32 PM
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#WIPSnips of the day! When living in a nation with no horses, meeting a pony is a pretty big deal. I can't blame Veavyr, honestly. It helps that he's adorable.

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of of some orange-colored berries. The text says: ‘No. He would have bitten you by now, if you did,’ he said flatly, rewarded with the sylviannin’s ears pinning back for a moment. Cien reached back out and carefully maneuvered Veavyr’s hand to sit on Dog’s nose instead. The ssuronan stared, looking delighted, and hesitantly pet the pony’s muzzle. ‘Just like that,’ Cien said with a nod, his own hand petting Dog’s neck. ‘He likes you. He would have backed up, if he didn’t.’ Veavyr’s ears quivered - out and spread again, seemingly exceedingly happy. (The word "nose" is highlighted in a sort of orange-brown tone.)
August 30, 2025 at 6:11 PM
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#WIPSnips of the day! Writing Veavyr's pov is always most fun at times like this, when I get to really play with the concept of him hearing the trees "sing." The descriptions are very enjoyable to write 💚

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of coiling, interlocked driftwood-looking branches on a dark background. The text says: They would need to head home soon, that much was clear. Veavyr had been offering his own gia to his weaker patrol-friends, so they could last longer and heal further, but he felt he was running dry too. He had no doubt in his mind that his father would scold him for pushing so far, but it was his duty - and not one he was keen to shun. He continued to sing and hum for multiple more hours, dancing - soaked by the rain - among the branches and feeling the song around him gradually soften into something broadly less miserable. It was fulfilling to hear the tune change, even as his voice grew hoarse and he tasted blood against the back of his tongue. He pressed his hands and lips to the most pained of the trees, resting his forehead against their bark and leaves and whispering to them. Smears of blood were left from his fingertips, and he hoped the lingering gia would do some good. (The word "broadly" is highlighted in a sort of red-brown tone.)
August 28, 2025 at 5:23 PM
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#WIPSnips of the day! I do love me a good dragon (or two), even if it does make things more difficult in terms of writing when the characters in-world wouldn't know to call them that...

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August 23, 2025 at 6:22 PM
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#WIPSnips of the day! The sweetest baby boy ever + clear distress + maybe sort of (very) hot guardian to fanboy over = Veavyr contemplating running off on an ill-advised adventure. Understandable.

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August 22, 2025 at 6:31 PM
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#WIPSnips of the day! I rarely write "evil" people, because I find it difficult at best and ill-suited to my themes and messages at worst, but I do love me a homicidally senile old king trope...😌💚

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August 21, 2025 at 8:12 PM
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#WIPSnips of the day! Not a single instance of "career", so I hope "job" will suffice. One of the most challenging and fun parts of this book is chapters in Cien's POV - writing children is hard, but rewarding!

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August 20, 2025 at 6:59 PM
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#WIPSnips of the day! I'm finally back! Uni is starting soon, so posts may still be fickle, but I'm definitely here now. No "trap", but I did find "entrapped", so...😅💚

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August 19, 2025 at 6:15 PM
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#WIPSnips of the day! Dropped off the face of the earth for a while, but man has my wifi been fickle lately...I'll try to upload when I can for now, and will come back fully in a week or so! 💚

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August 4, 2025 at 12:24 PM
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#WritingPrompt fill from my first book, which I'm busy editing! Cien is the sort of titular MC of the trilogy, though there are many other POV characters that are equally important 😌💚

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July 30, 2025 at 10:40 PM
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#WIPSnips of the day! Little late, but trip wifi is unpredictable 😅 also, the Veavyr curse returns (only kidding, I adore him). I equally adore making my cities very elaborate and culturally significant 💚

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of a body of water with vividly yellow ginkgo leaves. The text says: Most of the root-layers of Lazruradell were entirely open to all people, and places that were more restricted only truly existed on the higher layers of the city. The communion chamber was among these restricted places, and was, indeed, the highest level of Lazruradell. The lower stories of the city were more cluttered, and the glowing golden paint produced using the leaves of the Yirlae decorated houses and streets alike in elegant and flowing patterns, lighting the space enough for visibility to be maintained even in the dead of night. The homes were largely composed of either wood or stone, and it created a lovely contrast when combining the dark wood, pale stone, and ethereal golden paint. Inexplicably, now that he thought about it, it almost reminded Veavyr of Sin’aeleh - the dark and the light and that unplaceable sense of power. (The word "streets" is highlighted in a sort of golden yellow tone.)
July 30, 2025 at 9:50 PM
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#WIPSnips of the day! I do love myself some monster creation 😌 and, finally, a WIPSnip that isn't from a Veavyr chapter! It's a miracle, lol 💚

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July 29, 2025 at 12:55 PM
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#WIPSnips of the day! I don't have any trash, but I do have some "waste", so...acceptable compromise, I think. Yet again, Veavyr wins the snippet gamble. He's got to be cheating somehow...

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of a forest at night with a large campfire in the middle. The text says: He prepared to wrap them back up when Arowyth caught his hand gently and stopped him. ‘At least allow me to offer you clean bandages,’ the ranger said, sounding almost amused. ‘You may be a sylvian, but you are not immune to infection.’ ‘There is no need to waste your resources,’ Veavyr shook his head. ‘I will heal in a matter of only a day or two. My gia will tend to the wound, as it has tended to far worse.’ ‘It is not a waste of resources,’ Arowyth retorted immediately, still keeping his hand in place. ‘You are an archer. It would be a shame for you to lose a finger, let alone two - even if the ssurona do produce wonderful prosthetics.’ The ranger pulled his hand closer. ‘And, regardless. I refuse to let anyone suffer preventable injury, while in my care. It goes against the doctrine of the rangers.’ ‘...If you insist, I will use clean bandages,’ Veavyr murmured, his gaze focused on Arowyth’s hidden features. He wished, as he so often did, that he could see the ranger’s full face. (The word "waste" is highlighted in a rich, red-orange sort of tone.)
July 28, 2025 at 10:54 AM
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#WIPSnips of the day! Continuing the trend of Veavyr chapters being the chosen excerpt sources...🤔

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of a dark forest at night with a few beams of moonlight filtering onto pale grass. The text says: He was, admittedly, distracted by gazing at the ranger, and so he was slightly caught off-guard when someone tapped his shoulder. He raised his gaze to see the culprit, and found one of the junior guardsmen. For a moment, he was mortified - had he sunken so deep into his mind that he’d lost track of the rotation times? - and he breathed a sigh of relief when the younger ssuronan pointed towards the doors. ‘I apologize for the disruption, Sir Veavyr.’ The guard said, voice quiet and hard to hear with the music and rabble of the festivities. ‘The Prince has asked for you. He awaits you just beyond the doors, Sir.’ ‘There is no need for apologies.’ Veavyr assured immediately, patting the younger guard’s shoulder. ‘Thank you for the news. I will go immediately.’ With a formal salute from the junior guard and a responding signal to be at ease from Veavyr, he turned and left. The new guard took his place at the guard post, and Veavyr was free to exit without worry. He cast one last look at Sin’aeleh, and dismissed it as his imagination when he felt as though he was being looked right back at even though the ranger’s head was turned away. (The words "apologize" and "apologies" are highlighted in a light, greyish green.)
July 27, 2025 at 12:16 PM
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#WIPSnips of the day! Does this count...? I'm choosing to interpret that this counts. On another note, I'm noticing that Veavyr is somehow the one that gets quoted most often for these. I wonder why...🤔💚

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of a forest in autumn, with rich yellow and orange tones interspersed with greyish trunks. The text says: A wide circle of wood and stone tables decorated the slightly raised, stone platform, each table occupied by some number of ssurona who had come to join in the festivities. Most were younger, and many were members of the guard, but some came to join in merely for the sake of fun and merriment. The music was produced by one such group that had joined simply for fun, sitting opposite the entrance upon benches of warm brown wood and playing various instruments. Two played apens, a ssuronan type of flute, a third enthusiastically played the bail - an instrument fairly similar to depictions of drums Veavyr had seen in books in the past; two hollow wooden barrels with an animal hide stretched thinly across the open top that the player beat rhythmically to produce a deep and reverberating sound. The melody came together with the singing of nearly twenty ssurona, and the uniquely bird-like voices of the sylviannins blended beautifully and sweetly as they sang an old ssuronan folk song. Veavyr himself did not join in the singing; he was not allowed to do so on orders of Elre for the sake of allowing his throat to heal properly. Instead, he sat and swayed along to the music, his ears spread wide and low with relaxed appreciation. (The word "bail" is highlighted in a sort of orange-yellow tone.)
July 26, 2025 at 10:53 AM
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#WIPSnips of the day! If there is one thing I like more than elaborately designed worlds and settings, it's when their descriptions can be done in narrative character!

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of a dark series of desert dunes with a cloudy, yellow-grey sky. The text says: From the crest of the dune, Kirngalir’s walls appeared like a dark, hollow fortress, guarding the pass between the mountains. Yet, within its depths, from all the tales Halulinael, Arowyth, and Arilien had told them, the city thrived. A hidden core to the desert where the stone and sweltering heat were softened by the vibrant life tucked away in cool shadows. Veavyr was excited to see it, honestly, though he feared it at the same time. Looking at Halulinael - and recalling the other hhunromar they’d met on the day when they saved the council-prince and his retinue - Veavyr felt that he would…stand out, for lack of a better descriptor. He was, in all fairness, nearly twice the height of Halulinael. He idly thought to himself that he’d probably stick out among all the hhunromar in a similar - if less grandiose - way to how the Yirlae stuck out among the canopy of Lazrulae. (The word "thrived" is highlighted in a sandy sort of orange-red tone.)
July 25, 2025 at 12:18 PM
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#WIPSnips of the day! Writing more tense, action-packed scenes was a big roadblock for me. Now, my style lets me work with them by following the characters internally more than anything else, and I absolutely adore it 💚💚

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of a mossy forest floor with clear beams of light and shadow cast by dark tree trunks. The text says: Linked as such, he did not have to put much effort into pushing gia into Luurellan’s withering vessel. It slipped into her, like how water would flow naturally from a higher to a lower point when merely granted the opportunity. All he had to do was to keep his gia synced with Queriilya - to keep his breathing and pulse steady even as the loss of what little gia he had left burned through his veins like thorns tearing at his insides. He had done this before, Veavyr reminded himself distantly, and this was a pain he could manage. This was a pain he could bear - would bear. The slip of the gia sped up as Luurellan strengthened, her body greedily pulling more in as it recovered enough to seek the steadying energy. It hurt terribly, but Veavyr simply continued to breathe and to keep those passages fully open. He felt her chest rise and fall more and more strongly beneath his scraped, bloodied palms, and it soothed him to know she would be well even as the pain sharpened. (The word "insides" is highlighted in a vivid but soft shade of green.)
July 24, 2025 at 11:46 AM
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#WIPSnips of the day! Cien and Sin'aeleh are so dear to me. The found family trope has my whole heart, and I love when a gruff man suddenly finds himself the guardian of a cute kid 😌💚

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a close-up picture of a patch of daisies. The text says: That thought drew his eyes up to the boy’s face once again. His blonde hair was messy and matted, and he decided that he would brush it out later - after he tended the minor wounds. If he was going to keep the boy healthy and clean, it would only be logical to do so thoroughly. His skin was fair and pink. Sin’aeleh mentally decided he was likely not of Eadukya, as the nuair there were typically somewhat darker in tone. He had a pale smattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose, no doubt a child who was outside often. His eyes were closed, and Sin’aeleh had not gotten a very good look on the occasions he had seen them open - with firelight and then the tears -, but he believed they were a warm brown color; quite common in all the nuair nations. His cheeks were soft and pudgy with lingering baby-fat. Sin’aeleh distantly hoped that he would not lose that trait to the harshness of the trail. (The word "minor" is highlighted in a pale, sage-like green.)
July 23, 2025 at 10:56 AM
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#WIPSnips of the day! Injuries happen often, in my writing - it is epic fantasy, after all. For passable accuracy (it's still fantasy), I have googled some truly concerning things (and talked tons to my poor MD friend) 😅💚

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of a woven basket full of herbs and various foraged plants. The text says: ‘Add three of the leaves and mix it again.’ Arowyth said when the grinding sound stopped, nearly finished with the inner stitching of the wound - the bleeding slowing somewhat as he worked. More rustling, another short while of grinding. Arowyth tried to focus. ‘Done!’ Veavyr called, and he shuffled closer slightly. ‘Good. There are shallow cuts upon his legs and stomach. Spread the poultice upon them thoroughly but thinly. It should stop the bleeding.’ Arowyth did not look up as he spoke, instead tying off the last of the inner stitches and cutting the string very carefully with the tip of his dagger. He took a breath, looking down, and paused to briefly pour more alcohol upon his hands, the needle, and the injury - rinsing away much of the blood and cleaning it again. (The word "needle" is highlighted in a pale, dusty, greyish tone of brown.)
July 22, 2025 at 8:08 AM
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#WIPSnips of the day! I don't have a single instance of "certify" in my text, sadly, so I compromised with "assure"(d). As always, I absolutely adore these three. They are everything to me 💚

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of a forest canopy from below at night. The text says: ‘Rest well, friend. You need the energy.’ Veavyr said, voice soft. Irbis smiled back at him, giving a little nod. ‘I will. You as well, Veavyr.’ He murmured, and the ssuronan smiled so widely his eyes squinted shut for a moment before he stood and - pausing to briefly run his fingers through Arowyth’s dark hair - moved around the fire to lay down on the one remaining bedroll. With him gone, Arowyth’s attention focused entirely on Irbis again. ‘Are you in any pain, still?’ The ranger asked, reaching forward to lightly rest a hand on the lower edge of Irbis’ ribs - strong and sprawled out, careful not to touch any wounds. ‘No, none.’ Irbis assured quietly, inhaling and feeling the ranger’s hand rise and fall with the motion. ‘Good. Do you feel sick at all? Nauseous, feverish, the likes?’ Arowyth pushed, and Irbis thought he understood why Veavyr had said the ranger might fuss somewhat. ‘No. Just tired.’ He said quietly, and Arowyth smiled - the smallest uptick of his lips, almost invisible to Irbis’ eyes. (The word "assured" is highlighted in a pale, periwinkle sort of blue.)
July 21, 2025 at 10:49 AM
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#WIPSnips of the day! Polyamory is a huge part of my writing, and I love making the characters involved truly seem smitten and in love in an equal, balanced, healthy way. No crazy love triangles or bitter jealousy here! 😌💚

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of a forest with a field of purple flowers in front of it; the sky is purple and blue and the moon shines clearly through. The text says: Like this, holding one another and pressed together, Irbis felt that he was watching something truly rapturous. Light and dark hair fell together slightly, pale skin against darker tones - both tinted blue by the light of the moon. One taller and incredibly slim and the other shorter and more broad, both of their eyes closed - long and soft lashes of contrasting color nearly pressed together. Irbis’ heart pounded in his chest, and he swallowed hard. They were beautiful. They were so beautiful it left him dizzy. (The word "moon" is highlighted in a desaturated sort of lavender tone.)
July 20, 2025 at 11:01 AM
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#WIPSnips of the day! I love writing found family, and the accidental child acquisition trope is one of my favorites. I'm sure nobody can tell...(not). Anyways, Cien is my baby and I adore him. 💚

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of a forest at night. The text says: The little one - Cien - shifted again to stay pressed snug against the ranger’s side, and the cloak slipped open to reveal one bandaged knee. Blood already spotted through the fabric, and Veavyr’s ears pinned back a little. ‘You are…’ He paused, searching for the word, woefully out of practice in the common tongue. ‘You are wounded. Why?’ The boy’s eyes widened at his words, and he glanced up at Sin’aeleh with pursed lips. He did not respond until the ranger settled a hand lightly upon his back, at which point the boy took a breath and relaxed a little. (The word "searching" is highlighted in a dark, blueish-green.)
July 19, 2025 at 11:01 AM
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#WIPSnips of the day! The only thing I like more than fluid worldbuilding is cute character interactions. Veavyr is always so sweet and silly, I adore writing him 😌💚

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture pointing up at the canopy of a forest, rich and with bright sunlight peeking through. The text says: With a little grin, the ssuronan flexed his foot entirely. Sin’aeleh had been well aware of this ability, but Cien let out a loud and shocked yelp when Veavyr’s foot curled up in much the same manner as a hand could, with his toes tucked in and touching his heel. It was common knowledge, among those who knew anything at all of the ssurona, that their feet had more joints than the other races. ‘Your feet!’ Cien gasped after a long few seconds of stunned silence. ‘Is that- is that normal?! Does it hurt?! Oh, it looks so strange!’ Veavyr laughed, twisting lithely in the air to hang from the branch by his feet instead. He looked a bit ridiculous, in Sin’aeleh’s opinion, as his long white hair dragged slightly against the forest floor. ‘It is quite normal, and entirely painless.’ Veavyr assured, bending his legs to raise himself up towards the branch and then releasing it - doing an entirely unnecessary flip before landing steadily upon his feet on the ground once more. Sin’aeleh decided to be kind and not call out the obvious showing off, because Cien had watched with wide eyes and his hands pressed together with delight, and he could not blame the ssuronan for choosing to do so when that was the result. (The word "together" is highlighted in a rich, somewhat light green.)
July 18, 2025 at 11:02 AM
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#WIPSnips of the day! I just love these three so much. They make me unreasonably happy...my beloved boys 💚💚

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An image with a snippet of text from a book WIP. The background is a picture of a forest with a rich, soft, blue overtone. The text says: It was indeed a spectacular sight, though he had sadly grown rather desensitized to such things over the course of his long life. Still, he could very easily respect its beauty, and he glanced to the side to predictably find Irbis openly gawking. It was charming to see - the soldier was far too jaded, it had seemed before, and to see his lovely, stormy-ocean eyes go wide and bright with fascination was very pleasant. Veavyr had seen Wragiradell before, but he also seemed rather awed regardless - at least in part, Arowyth thought, because the ssurona all seemed to bear a similar and very endearing awe at all things nature-related, regardless of familiarity. (The word "jaded" is highlighted in a dark, dull, blueish-green.)
July 17, 2025 at 9:34 AM