#Astra star Darlings

[m00nb04rd5]

Astra from Star Darlings pls!

Astra (Star Darlings)

[surprise-its-polls]

Best Red Magical Girl! Round 1

[kiirostarz]

𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪 ⭐𝓷𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓬���𝓵 "Challenges make you stronger. Time to get glowin'!"

Me trying to remember what I said 5 seconds ago:

[starinny]

Space inspired name / pronoun / title set

✦ ��� 💍 NAME IDEAS

ciel ⸝⸝ star ⸝⸝ starette ⸝⸝ starina ⸝⸝ solar ⸝⸝ moon ⸝⸝ moonette ⸝⸝ luna ⸝⸝ vide ⸝⸝ mercure ⸝⸝ venusiel ⸝⸝ etoile ⸝⸝ stella ⸝⸝ stelos ⸝⸝ orion ⸝⸝ atlus ⸝⸝ regulus ⸝⸝ lyra ⸝⸝ lyrina ⸝⸝ altair ⸝⸝ castor ⸝⸝ cassiopeia ⸝⸝ peia ⸝⸝ astra ⸝⸝ aster ⸝⸝ stellette ⸝⸝ lyrine ⸝⸝ lune ⸝⸝ caelus ⸝⸝ caelum ⸝⸝ caestor ⸝⸝ castiel ⸝⸝ astre ⸝⸝ sirius ⸝⸝ coertoile ⸝⸝ paradis ⸝⸝ galaxia ⸝⸝ stardust

✦ — 💍 PRONOUN IDEAS

sky skies ⸝⸝ star stars ⸝⸝ space spaces ⸝⸝ stell stella ⸝⸝ lune luna ⸝⸝ aster asteroid ⸝⸝ vi vide ⸝⸝ sir sirius ⸝⸝ sol solar ⸝⸝ ci ciel ⸝⸝ as astra ⸝⸝ plan planet ⸝⸝ ven venus ⸝⸝ astro astronomer ⸝⸝ star dusts ⸝⸝ gala galactic ⸝⸝ cons constellation

✦ — 💍 TITLE IDEAS

the heavenly one ⸝⸝ the star ⸝⸝ the astronomer ⸝⸝ the stargazer ⸝⸝ space's guardian ⸝⸝ {she} who birthed the stars ⸝⸝ the one made of stardust ⸝⸝ the planetary protector ⸝⸝ space's creation ⸝⸝ the constellation ⸝⸝ {her} intergalactic highness ⸝⸝ darling of the planets

No need to credit the heroic one if yuu use these ~ !!

[the-evil-mourning]

Hello? Dear?

Astra ( @astra-the-star-loving-goth )

She smiles at Astra, no sign of malicious intent on her face. Yet. “Hello, darling!”

[kawaiibarty]

my favourite fics (or fics that i remember at all)

ive been a fandom collector since i was 12 so this is basically just me trying to remember my favourite ones in... no particular order.

major exposure time:

whatsapp - yuri on ice, text fic. wattpad 100+ chapters. victuuri, otayuri, emickey, basically all of them are gay and highschool students in a gc. it made me giggle shut up

the pakhan's jewel - yuri on ice. ao3. completed, 150k words, 23 chapters. abo with alpha victor and omega yuri. arranged marriage. super smutty uhm shut up i was literally only a kid

kill your darlings - harry potter marauders. ao3, completed 303k words, 28 chapters. college au. angsty asf but not the worst, trust. jegulus, wolfstar, rosekiller

a brief history of dragons - the only fic to ever exist. ao3. 23k words, 3 chapters. completed. wolfstar. just...wolfstar. it's so good please go read it

nights after dreams - oh boy...where do i begin???? i was there since the beginning. like. you don't get it chat. 2.5 MILLION WORDS, 754 CHAPTERS, fucking ONGOING. longhaul victuuri carrying on after season 1. angst and happy and happy and angst and uGH SO FUCKING GOOD. mature rating ig

way down we go - beautiful drarry fic. werewolf harry. after the war. setting: america. ao3, completed, 109k words, 29 chapters. almost everyone is gay. lookin at you romione.

dear your holiness - fleabag vibes galore. priest remus lupin. need i say more. completed. ao3, 140k words, 12 chapters. oh it's also a band au. smutty.

blackbird - first ever drarry fic, i think. absolutely amazing. werewolf harry again. i don't remember if there's smut. WATTPAD, completed, 22 chapters. (the writer's other shit is also very good so give their profile a looksie‼️)

four to the end (series) - long haul series of the marauders through their years at hogwarts. remus pov. ongoing (book three is currently underway with a regular posting schedule). each book is about 600—700k words

only the young - jegulus, read my daughter's fic rn. deaf!regulus, coda james. need i fuckin say more???? ongoing.

bare my heart to the stars in paris - i uhm...oh...well uh yeah. it's like that sometimes. victuuri. omegaverse...ao3 type shit yk. incomplete. most likely abandoned but yeah. super smutty. a lot of smutty.

blackbird - TW WORLD WAR 2 so expect all the shit that comes with that. victuuri, completed 107k words. 7 chapters.

where the cliff meets the sea - victuuri, pirates au. explicit. ao3. again tw for many things involving that period, such as racism and homophobia

clandestine - never ever in my life cried for a fic before. anyway. jegulus. slow burn. regulus pov. trans reg. tw for a lot of internalised and external homophobia/transphobia. 142k words. completed. 47 chapters.

dragon prince and winter swan - a song of ice and fire au, victuuri, slow burn. 121k words. completed.

twist of fate - drarry, 302k words, completed, memory loss fic. fic is from 2012 chat holy camoli. super angst. 4th year type shizzle.

astra inclinant - now i know we love scorbus bUt. i raise you scorpius x james sirius. come onnnn tell me you're not tempted by best friends brother AGAIN lolz anyway it says 37/38 but im pretty sure its finished (i havent finished reading it myself but alas) 336k words yorh my bruh.

blackberry jam - wattpad fanfiction, drarry. 46 parts SO FUCKING GOOD

flowershop boy - a fucking wattpad drarry classic folks. freckled draco for life dawg

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beneath a big blue sky - wolfstar, side jily. ao3 completed. 10 chapters.

zanko - FUCKING BEAUTIFUL 1OOk words, 16/16, victuuri. edo period historical yup yup

um...reblog with updates???? idk

[playingwithwater]

Some backstory for my character Diana. (@/diana-belova-barnes)

Diana was born on December 5th 2006 and is 18 years old at the moment. She was born to Bella and Liam Astra. They loved her

They also weren’t the type to baby talk her so she grew up learning new words and meanings every day.

Bella Astra loved the stars and would take Diana out some nights just to look at them. She would teach her constellations and sometimes Liam would join them just standing there with a mug of coffee or cocoa in his hands. Diana enjoyed those nights until one day when she was five almost six just two more months.

On the night of October 3rd, 2012 her parents were killed in an accident, the police say. A robbery gone wrong. But to little Diana it had almost felt too intentional. As far as she could tell there was nothing missing from the house. Only the cooling dead bodies of her parents on the floor of the entry hall. She called 911 and then the numbers on the fridge the ones for family.

No one came. The police came and went, taking her with them to the -too bright, too loud, too crowded-station as they tried to find someone to take her in. Again no one came for her.

She was put in the foster system, bounced from home to home due to neglectful parents or ones who didn’t want to put up with her (she wasn’t bad just social and sometimes a little chaotic in the name of protecting her foster siblings). She had attended a few boarding schools in her time in the system.

Then she arrived in New York. She met her friend Will who she sat with while he died of cancer. He was smart and one of her first few crushes before she started to realize she also liked women. Before she had dated but nothing that was serious.

She ran away from the foster home she was placed in in New York once the rest of the children had been pulled out from the neglectful parents grasps. Then she turned seventeen and a little while later was adopted by both Yelena and Daniel.

Lore drop for Diana guys: @daniel-barnes-the-ghost @your-fav-russian-assassin @mori-is-here @ghostblade-official @darla-the-darling

[the-unholy-umbradonis]

Hello there! You’re very beautiful, dear.

- @astra-the-star-loving-goth

"oh, hello!

Why thank you. you're quite ravishing yourself, Darling."

[alastors-radioshow]

Valentine’s: ✨ -Terzo

Ad Astra, mi Amore~

→ BE MY VALENTINE! [Not Accepting]

✨ to go stargazing with my muse

The day had started out lovely, with Terzo having set up a little picnic lunch in the garden, The weather had been on their side, just as the former antipope had predicted.

The skies had been clear throughout the day, so come nightfall, the setup in the garden would be exchanged for something else.

A blanket folded out on the grass, lanterns meticulously placed around the setup to provide some light, without it ruining their chances of properly viewing the stars. A tray containing two wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Noir was placed in the middle of the blanket, simply waiting for the couple to take their respective places.

The Overlord had taken the liberty of setting this up, since Terzo had handled their lunch. It was quiet outside, except for the faint sounds of crickets and buzzing of insects from the bayou surrounding the property. If one didn't know that they were in Hell, it almost sounded like they were somewhere in Louisiana.

The stag would carefully lead the other outside, offering him a gentle smile.

"Happy Valentine's Day, darling~ I may not be very well versed when it comes to this, but I hope that this will suffice. I know how fond of the stars you are. Or rather, we are."

He had always enjoyed stargazing.

He had just never had anyone to stargaze with.

[avaford2009]

Sneak Peek of A Bug's Life OC (Rewrite)

INT. HOOPER’S HIDEOUT, STUDY – NIGHT

The camera then zooms out to Hopper's Hideout at the top of his castle. Hopper stares up longingly at the star through his skylight. Floating across his study are hundreds of glowing blue orbs, all of Ant Island’s wishes left ungranted.

HOPPER

I feel your pull. My heart rumbles with such…hunger.

Hopper's face drops in annoyance as he turns to his wasp wife, mixing together some kind of potion.

HOPPER

Zing, darling! Did you hear me? I am impatient!

ZING

I heard you. I’m coming.

Zing drops a single speck of gold powder into a bottle, making it turn from bright blue into a sickly, glowing green.

ZING

And luckily for you, I’m devilishly good with a pair of tweezers.

HOPPER

Is that a brag?

The two of them chuckle briefly.

HOPPER

It’s rather weak but alright.

ZING

Fifty grains. No more, no less.

Zing hands Hopper the potion and he looks at it more admirably.

HOPPER

Oh, I take that back. You are impressive.

ZING

As I shine in your light.

HOPPER

Tonight’s the night, my dear Zing. Glory will be mine!

Hopper looks up to the star before walking towards a pedestal in the middle of his study. He places the bottle delicately on the pedestal’s center and rests his hand right next to it. He exhales briefly as he chants arcane words while magic swirls around him.

HOPPER

(WHISPERS) Lucum. Noctis. Terrum.

The sigils on the pedestal and the floor of his study glow with green, ethereal energy. Zing looks to her in concern before staring at her husband confidently.

HOPPER

(WHISPERS) Nefulio.

As he finishes, a beam of green energy shoots from the bottle and bursts out through the skylight until it hits the star Hopper was talking to. As the bottle’s energy surges throughout the room, Zing, meanwhile, looks up at the night sky in awe and triumph.

HOPPER

(Shouting) Aurereum Caelum! Astra perenta reum!

Surging with power, Hopper grabs onto the beam, which is now working as a tether between our world and the star and using it to try and pull the star towards him. As Hopper tugs, the star inches closer and closer. Zing look on in amazement, almost as certain that absolute victory was in their hands as Hopper was.

HOPPER

Yes! YES!!! YE–

But just then, the tether breaks and the star returns to where it once was in the sky

HOPPER

NO!

The surge of energy knocks Hopper onto his back. When he gets back up, he sees that the bottle’s contents have turned pitch-black. Zing gasps while Hopper’s expression changes from shock to utter fury. He takes the bottle and throws it to the floor, yelling in rage. Zing tries her best to calm her husband’s temper.

ZING

Hopper! Hopper!

Hopper ignores her as he runs around his study, knocking everything he can find onto the floor.

HOPPER

No! No! No, I had it! I felt it!

ZING

I-it’s okay. It’s okay-careful! My love, you need those.

Hopper throws another bottle of potion at the wall before taking deep breaths as his wife soothes him.

ZING

Calm. Calm. Good boy.

Zing places her hands on Hopper’s chest approvingly before he turns and walks away.

HOPPER

No! I can’t take this-this wanting that is never satisfied!

Hopper looks up at the sky and notices all the wishes floating around him. He reaches out and pulls three of them towards him with a wave of his hand.

ZING

W-What are you doing? Hopper! My love. Darling. Sweetheart. Baby. Pookie.

Hopper ignores her as he grabs one of the wishes and almost pops it into his mouth. Zing stops him, placing her hands on the wish and taking it away from him.

ZING

Please, do not devour those wishes, darling.

HOPPER

(EXASPERATED) Just three small wishes. Who would notice?

ZING

The cook who prepares your favorite venison, for one. That’s his wish.

HOPPER

There are other cooks.

Zing plucks up the second wish Hopper was about to eat.

ZING

And your best guard.

She picks up the third.

ZING

And please, that one’s my mother’s.

HOPPER

In that case.

ZING

Be serious. Hmm, how would you like the wishes of Ant Island?

HOPPER

You found the traitors?

ZING

You may fortify yourself with as many of their wishes as you want. No one will notice.

The camera cuts to Zing unfurling a map of Ant Island on one of the tables.

ZING

There’s a young ant who takes his basket every month to collect seeds.

Zing takes a figurine of a ant holding a leaf and moves it across the map as visual aid.

ZING

He goes to the anthole all alone, riding through the night. It is said; he always returns with a lighter load.

HOPPER

So wicked. He’s taking supplies to the hidden Ant Island.

ZING

We’ll find them. And everyone knows that traitors deserve to lose their wishes entirely and forever.

HOPPER

From the moment I met you and saw your wish, I knew you were the only woman worthy to be my former queen.

Hopper suddenly grabs Zing and dips her.

ZING

Oh! (GIGGLES) Mi Rey!

HOPPER

Let’s go catch some traitors.

Hopper dips Zing again before laughing devilishly.

ZING

You dip magnificently!

HOPPER

Don’t I?

Hopper continues to dip Zing all around the study.

ZING

Oh! Such control!

HOPPER

It’s all in the arm and the bent knee.

He dips her one more time.

HOPPER

How’s that?

ZING

Dizzying.

The two exchange one last loving smile.

[rumbelleshowdown]

Author: Rose Daughter

Prompts: Dark chocolate. Falling in the dark. Constellations.

Group: B

-

Ad Astra

They’re called freckles, apparently.

It had taken Belle some time to figure out what he meant when he said he liked her ‘little dots’. The word tickles him for some reason. It’s a fanciful-sounding thing. Freckles.

The first time he’d laid eyes on her – stretched out on the beach, the brim of her sunhat flopping into her eyes – he thought she might be made of alabaster. The same pearly gypsum as the statues he has found amongst the remnants of shipwrecks. He knows better now, having observed her so intimately. She is lovelier, far more fascinating than the unblemished stone of sculptures. There is such detail to her; the silvery streaks on her thighs and stomach, a few faded scars here and there, and all those gorgeous freckles.

She is the inverse of the night sky. If the sky is soot and coal with tiny pinpoints of light, she is cream and roses, stippled with ink stains. They form wee patterns on her skin like the stars overhead. Constellations, Belle called them. They’ve spent many afternoons lying in the sand, him dripping seawater onto the cover of her mythology book. The names bewitch him. Cassiopeia, Ophiuchus, Andromeda, Vulpecula. They’re prettier than the sort of human language his ears are accustomed to. Their lyrical quality resembles the sounds that his fellow Finfolk trill to one another beneath the waves.

Rumple likes to get her words right. He likes to get them wrong, too. He even does so on purpose, sometimes. Just to hear her darling giggle. Just to watch her plush, pink lips tenderly sound out each syllable as she corrects him. But his tongue takes quickly to the delicate names in her gilded book.

The constellations on Belle’s body don’t match the ones charted on the pages. They are entirely her own. It’s a game that he likes to play with himself on the sunniest, drowsiest afternoons. As Belle frolics in the surf and sunbathes on the low tide’s dense sand, he amuses himself by playing astronomer. It requires a great deal of imagination, but then, doesn’t all stargazing?

Lunaris; the cluster on her inner forearm that bears a striking resemblance to a crescent moon. Then there is Florens Rosa; a speckling that contours the back of her neck, each dot falling into place to create the illusion of a rose in bloom. And his very favorite, Saltatio Delphinus; the abstract likeness of a leaping dolphin on her upper thigh.

Every night, long after she’s returned to her cottage, Rumple peers through the mouth of his little grotto. He scans the stars to see if the Gods have plagiarized from Belle’s canvas. To see if they are brave enough to try to replicate one of her designs.

They never are.

(+++)

As a young boy, no larger than a seal pup, Rumple used to thrill-chase by diving into the seemingly bottomless trenches that cut into the seafloor. The blue of the water would get darker and darker as he plunged down, until he was floating in an empty, inky blackness. It was like being swallowed up by the maw of some ravenous predator. His vision would swim as he sank away from the surface, his small body too fragile to handle the pressures of such deep water. Yet, he would push on.

It was exhilarating. To free fall through the darkness, to do something he wasn’t built for.

Finfolk aren’t meant to dive so deep, but he did. They aren’t meant to liberate and hoard human trinkets. They aren’t meant to steal pretty human lasses.

But is that truly what he’s done? Stolen her? It certainly doesn’t feel like stealing. How can you steal what is so freely and happily given? How can you steal what is served on a silver platter, garnished with shortbread crumbs and cheeky smiles?

She was there throughout the summer, when the sunlight made her auburn hair burn like the bonfires the villagers build on the beach. And she is still here amid winter’s grasp, when the heavy clouds cast her in soft focus and the rain extinguishes the embers in her hair.

Every time he lays eyes on her, it is like diving into those trenches again. The disorientation, the vertigo, the intoxicating thrill. To be thoroughly overwhelmed and still want more.

Belle is an abundance of more, always willing to provide and spoil. Butterscotch and blackberries. Jokes, chats, and out-of-tune songs. Early morning breakfasts and late afternoon lunches. Stories of all sorts, bound in leather and paperboard.

And Rumple always takes without hesitation, for fear that there will come a day when there is nothing left to give.

(+++)

Most days, Rumple awaits her arrival in his grotto, tucked into the shadows, impishly giddy at the thought of taking her by surprise. On quieter days, when there is no traffic on the beach, he instead lounges in the tide pools, his eyes trained on the bluff’s coastal trail.

He has waited long past sunset today, which is a rarity. Belle finally trots into view over the uplands’ crest, her knapsack heaved over one shoulder, its bulging mouth threatening to spit its contents in exasperation. Her silhouette is otherworldly, the green tartan skirt of her frock looking flimsy as the moonlight passes through it.

Rumple doesn’t have to question if she comes bearing treats. She clambers onto the rocky outcrop to reach him. A small rectangle robed in silver foil is pressed into his wet hands.

He adores the foil, marveling at how it reflects the water’s shimmering surface in its ripples and wrinkles. He does not adore what the foil is wrapped around.

Belle claims it’s chocolate, but he has his doubts.

“It’s dark chocolate,” she explains, nibbling on a square. “It has less sugar and no milk, so it’s sharper. There’s a bitter bite to it.”

“It’s re-volt-ing.”

“You eat raw trout.”

She rolls her eyes, muttering disparaging comments about his palate. Despite her grousing, she is more than happy to polish off half of the chocolate bar by herself. It makes sense to him. Belle likes sharp things; teeth, and claws, and wits.

Rumple doesn’t mind sharp, but he prefers soft; round jawlines, and button noses, and fond scolding. What he can’t stomach is bitterness. It agonizes him that the stories in Belle’s mythology book all start so whimsically and end so brutally. And that no matter how sweet their days are together, it doesn’t change the fact that she’ll always leave him at the end.

She allows the hefty book to continue its slumber in the caverns of her bag. It’s too dark for her deficient human eyes to make out the fancy lettering. Besides, she looks far too tired for narration duty. Her cheeks are stained with a lingering flush of exertion, her eyes dim with sleepy contentment.

“Today was the Cèilidh,” she says, by way of explanation.

Despite her sore legs and weary yawns, he rouses her to perform a final dance for an audience of one. She demonstrates a reel, her skirt flaring around her legs as her bare feet kick up golden puffs of sand.

Rumple doesn’t really need to know what it’s supposed to look like to know that she isn’t very good at it. Her footwork is clumsy and she wobbles as she pivots. She’s even off-time to her own humming.

“Not the most graceful sort, are you?”

Belle lurches to a stop mid-turn, her brows knitting together. “Excuse me?”

“You look rid-ic-ulous.”

“It’s a far cry better than you could do.”

He gives an exaggerated sneer of offense. “You think dancing requires legs? How horren-dous-ly ignorant.”

Her mouth perks into an amused smile. “Show me.”

“A proper dance begs a partner, does it not?” he says, beckoning to her with his talons.

Puckish delight eats up the sweet turn of her lips. She used to make such a fuss about swimsuits. Now, she just gathers the hem of her tartan frock in her fists and lifts it up over her head. She discards it in a careless heap on the rocks.

Next came the perplexing underthings, fiddly-looking clasps coming undone with a flick of her fingers. Rumple drinks her in like a marooned man at a pool of freshwater.

It fills him with pride to be the one allowed to stargaze at the lavish expanse of her pale, pretty sky. To behold the constellations that live beneath sweaters and sensible woolen tights.

She wades into the water, her skin pebbling in the brisk night air. He takes her hands in his own and guides her further into the sea, the waves lazily sloshing against his back. When her toes can barely touch the ocean floor, he winds his arms around her waist. He hauls her into an embrace, thinking of how sailors greet their sweethearts the first moment their boots hit dry land.

Then, with a twist of his fin, he sweeps her legs out from under her, tucking his tail beneath her bent knees. Belle’s squeak of surprise gets lost in a breathless giggle.

He supports her gently, their bare chests flush against one another. The lack of resistance in the water allows them to spin effortlessly, twirling in small, quick circles. There are no fancy steps – no steps of any sort – but Belle begins to absently hum that same Cèilidh melody.

“It sounds better on a fiddle,” she murmurs, as though embarrassed by her rendition.

“I sin-cere-ly doubt that,” he whispers back.

As they spin, weightless and languid, Rumple leans his forehead against hers; his customary vow of adoration. But then, Belle does something strange. She tilts her chin up and presses her mouth to his. As she captures his bottom lip between her own, Rumple lets out a choked gasp, like a human swallowing seawater.

And then it’s over. It was so fleeting, he could have whimpered from the loss.

“Mhm…what…what was that?”

“A kiss.”

So he does what he’s always done when Belle gives him something; he immediately asks for more.

One kiss turns into two, which melts into a third, and a subsequent stream of kisses that come so leisurely, there is no telling where they begin and end. And he’s falling again, into the darkness of the sea’s deepest trench. His head is spinning, his lungs are burning, and still his every thought is ‘more, more, more’.

“You’re very greedy,” she chastises, though there is little heat behind her words.

Rumple flashes his serrated teeth, heartened rather than discouraged. “You shouldn’t give so readily, dearie. A beast may become accus-tomed to taking more than you’re willing to part with.”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t let you have.”

And he believes her, his generous Belle.

He is struck with a stroke of brilliance. A kiss could be planted just about anywhere, couldn’t it? What if he were to kiss every last constellation in her sky? He could even tell her all of their names as he goes.

He purrs this idea against her lips. Belle throws her head back, moonlight splashing over her porcelain face, and she sends a laugh up to the true stars above. And then her laughter is smothering him as she gives a greedy beast his fill.

Rumple realizes, huffing a small chuckle of his own, that he might like the flavor of dark chocolate after all. So long as he is tasting it on her tongue.

-

[kiirostarz]

This is so funny to me 😂

[idv-thespians]

INTRO POST

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EVENTS

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THE CAST

What’s a great show without its actors? Surely, you must learn of our quintet of mystery! Whether you thirst for revenge, aim for the stars, or deep within your heart, I hope, as the director of this comedic tragedy, that your desire resonates with theirs!

MAIN CHARACTERS:

Shiloh Monroe (Survivor, hunter switch available) Elaine Schreiber (Survivor, hunter switch available) Quinn Stewart (Survivor, hunter switch available) Hugo Drakenburg (Survivor, hunter switch available) Liam Hubert (Hunter, survivor switch available)

SIDE CHARACTERS:

Andrea Boulanger Aldrich Monroe Minerva Monroe ”Officer Orr” (also known as: Jonathan Orr)

RULES

This blog WILL cover dark topics including but not limited to: death, death of loved ones, alcoholism, gaslighting, manipulation, poisoning and violence. I tag all triggering content with “tw [content]”.

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SKIN TRIBUTE CORNER

A HUUGE thank you to you, my most adoring fans who made these amazing costumes for our participants !!! I am in tears every time you bless my eyes with thine divine creations! Our actors appreciate it as well~ feel free to ask them about their skins- or perhaps, these “skins” might be a little… more than so? — all skins that AREN’T mine will have the creator’s name next to it!

Shiloh Monroe

(SS) King of Lies

(S) Dolos (Nini)

(S) Ringmaster (Yami)

(S) That one Lady Bella skin (Joe)

(A) Devil’s Train (Yami)

(A) Ad Aspera Per Astra [ONCE]

(A) Mr Ripley [Deduction Star]

(B) Green Axolotl (Pins)

(B) Sapphire Blue (Pins)

Elaine Schreiber

(S) Marmoris

(S) Allay (Pins)

(S) That one firefly skin (Joe)

(A) Phoenix Ring (Pins)

(A) Blue Monarch (Pins)

(A) Belle [Deduction Star]

(B) Assistant of the Messenger (Sleepy)

(B) Orderly Poem (Yami)

(B) Envoy of Knowledge (Yami)

Quinn Stewart

(S) Graceful Swan (Pins)

(S) Found

(A) Voice of Reason (Yami)

(A) The Guiding Light (Yami)

Hugo Drakenburg

(S) Explorer from Above

(A) The Dynamite Gentleman (Yami)

(A) London Merchant [Deduction Star]

(B) Trapped on the Carousel (Yami)

Liam Hubert

(SS) The Mourner

(S) Forlorn Groom

(S) B-52

(S) The Elder God of Winter (Yami)

(S) Harlequinn (Yami)

(A) Heart of the Night (Yami)

(A) Midnight Phantom (Yami)

(A) The Old Radio Host (Yami)

(A) Wise, Rich Groom (Yami)

(A) Glitched Guest (Yami)

(A) The Plague (Pins)

(A) Ivory Night (Pins)

(A) Enderman (Pins)

(A) Lumine Lunae Ductus [ONCE]

(A) The Raven [Deduction Star]

Andrea Boulanger

Kiana Dean (Yami) (Technically she counts LOLOL)

[kcrabb88]

Hi! I'm new (ish) to Tumblr and couldn't figure out any way of messaging you other than an ask, so sorry if this is not the proper way to go about things.

I just wanted to say I LOVE your writing! I encountered it first on AO3 searching for Obi-Wan fics (and can I just say you write some of the BEST whump I've ever read, Shoulder the Sky is one of my fave fics ever!!) and I liked your fics so much I bought both of your constellation trilogy books. I just finished Sailing by Carina's Star and I am DYING. How rude of you to end it like that. I'm super excited for the third book! Especially Astra's kiss scene you alluded to recently - my girl deserves happiness after all she's been through!!

Anyways just wanted to thank you for the joy your work has given me, you are awesome and your work is awesome and I wanted you to know!

Hi!! Oh my gosh! First, welcome to Tumblr, and second THANK YOU FOR THIS GLORIOUS MESSAGE ahhh :D This is literally the best kind of message, to hear someone liked my fics so much they decided to pick up my books! The dream, honestly. Whump (especially when it comes to Obi-Wan) is my jam, and Astra is my darling girl! I think you will not be disappointed in her arc in the third book (hopefully coming out late spring next year).

More Obi-Wan whump and pirates coming your way, and thank you thank you thank you for this message! I treasure it <3

[welcomehome-orlakbarnett]

Astra Darling

When I was young I gazed at the stars

And made my playmates amongst the constellations

Orion was my friend

The Pleiades my sisters

Ursa Major and Minor my faithful companions

The North Star felt like home

Pointed towards my heart’s desires

The seasons change and the stars turn

I rejoice to see familiar faces return year after year

Now when I look up

I see my old friends

And I whisper to them

“Darling, it is so good to see you again”

[rebeccareviews]

The Most Perfect Persimmon by Hannah Chung

Hannah Chung’s The Most Perfect Persimmon is a lovely, heartwarming and easy read. I love the cute and softly coloured illustrations that are filled with marvellous details.

Little Joo Hong is excited to see her Grandma who is coming to visit from far away. As a special gift for Grandma, Joo Hong harvests many beautiful persimmons from her backyard. However, as time passes and Grandma’s visit is so far away, Joo Hong’s persimmons begin to lose their beauty. What can she do to save them for Grandma’s visit? And, will the outcome be better than expected?

This is such a moving, gentle, and easy-to-read story! I both laughed and sympathised with Joo Hong as she struggled to get the perfect persimmons. I think it’s a quite relatable story for all ages because who doesn’t want things to go perfectly and then get despondent when things go wrong? But, there’s a simple and sweet happy ending with a great lesson. Maybe, the unexpected may lead you to something wonderful!

I love learning about different cultures and peoples so I really enjoyed that aspect of this book. Chung lovingly presents three generations of Korean women as well as her own personal story as a lovely little author’s note at the end of the book. I love a good persimmon but I had no idea about the Korean tradition of well-ripened persimmons (hongshis!).

I love the adorable and soft artwork. Chung is so talented by weaving together a lovely story with such eyecatching illustrations! Joo Hung is super cute with her pigtails and darling round face. She has so many wonderful expressions-she’s a real character! It’s a small detail but I love how Joo Hong’s clothes changed over time. I especially enjoyed the nature scenes with the stunningly different colours as well as all the amazing little details like the dragonflies and the hungry magpie. The persimmons and persimmon tree are so beautiful. However, for me, the real star is the perfect chubby cat that sneaks into many frames!

Thank you to NetGalley and Astra Publishing House for this book in exchange for an honest review.

🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴 out of 5 persimmon trees!