#astara books

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Robert G. Chaney - Adventures in ESP - Astara - 1975

[authorastara]

ℑ. ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔰 𝔗𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔲𝔰; 𝔞 𝔧𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢.

— created on: February 19, 2023 (started writing on: July 20, 2024)

— Tecum Vivere series. (book one.)

— genre: sci-fi, contemporary romance, tragedy.

— character trope: right person, wrong time.

— plot trope: slow burn, forbidden love, oblivious pining.

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— in which a warrior from the past suddenly travels centuries into the future after being in a coma during the aftermath of the war. Li Feiyu awakens by a riverbank in london, england. a college boy finds her there by chance, and decides to help her find her way back to the past. but what if one of them falls for the other as time passes?

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main characters:

Li Feiyu, otherwise known as: Eloise Oriana.

Raven Damaris.

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©2024 authorastara.

— Astara Yvette.

[rhaefp]

@MY FAIRY TAIL’S LIFE

"But the truth is… i’m really happy here, i mean… my aura has never been pinker!!" — Ty lee

(I stopped using "desired reality" because it’s not a desire, it’s my reality, my life)

BASICS INFORMATIONS ABOUT ME:

name: Marceline Astara, Brown-Harris (even Lucy didn’t have a long name like that…)

nicknames: marcy, asta, eline

age: 17

birthday: 31th October (767)

sign: ♏️

Guild : Fairy Tail

Guild mark colour: Red

Height: 5’7 (1m70)

Weight: 58kg

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Like: read, make pranks, go on mission, sing, party in the guild, go on shopping to buy magic objects, competitions…

Personality: kind, cheerful, bold, smart, funny and book-worm.

description physics: black hair, brown-red eyes, black skin, skinny, thick eyebrows.

BACKSTORY: My mom died when she gave me birth and my dad died at work, I’ve been placed in a orphanage but get attacked by villains demons and they burned the village, it’s how I discovered my magic: light manipulation. I joined a guild and quit years after and after that I find my own apartment and get a job in journalism, Lucy was coincidentally my neighbour and we were close friends, so I joined Fairy Tail at the same time as her and quit my journalism job.

RELATIONSHIP : I don’t have a s/o yet (but if I’ve to choose I’ll take Gray Fullbuster)

Lucy Heartfilia: she’s my bestfriend and I know her since she moved into her apartment, I immediately became friends with her and I was here when she met Natsu and Happy and it’s how we joined Fairy Tail, later we decided to break the walls between our two apartments and became roommates.

Erza Scarlet: she’s like my older sister, we are close and she talks to me about her problems, I admire her.

(kinda tired to talk about all my relationships)

But I’m in Team A and I shift to the the arc when they presented Jellal and Erza’s backstory.

LIGHT MANIPULATION:

• it’s totally like shadow manipulation but lighter

• empower and energise anything touched or used (usually a weapon) with light

• create bomb/explosion of light

• use light to cut objects

• send out a wave of light that repels everything

• Create and launch sphere of light

• Emit light beams to one’s eyes

• I use light reflection to be invisible

• Idk if I script I’m dragon slayer but I think I will

Limitation: I may require outside source of light to create an attack (my light is weaker the night) but I process to eat light or fire to regain power like Natsu.

(No way I’m winning a fight with that, I don’t have many examples of light’s users 💀😭 but it’s okay I scripted I can’t lose a fight and of course I’m the strongest because it’s not funny if I’m dying every single time 😝 but I follow the plot and the enemies AREN’T JOKING)

TIME RATIO: 1d CR= 1 month DR

— Some details:

I appeared in the Sorcerer Magazine to be the best journalist of the month before I quit.

One day I accidentally walk on Happy’s tail and he didn’t talk to me for 1 weeks

I help Lucy to do her laundry everyday because Natsu always jump into her bed, all sweaty

When a villain is attractive i always tell Lucy, she agree with me and Erza always give us a death stare

When Natsu is asleep in the guild, I draw things on his face and accuse Gray and they always fighting even they know it’s me.

I accidentally had a heart attack one day because Natsu hide below my bed and waited i was in my bed and almost asleep to come out of hiding and yelled at me.

I avoid to walk near to the shore because one day I fell in it when passers-by told me to not walk near because I would fall 💀

The guild is like a family, there are fight but it’s never serious and nobody die or get injured

[afi-writes]

Moodboard for My Original Story

Pics from Pinterest.

Crystals have protected Nemuria since the beginning of the time. Senna has grown up in a small village and only learned about the crystals in the stories. But one day, the Retrievers arrive at her village searching for a new temple maiden. Among them is boisterous Momi who has been sent into the temple to study and improve her chances of a good marriage. The girls click almost the instant they meet.

Astara and her husband Thyme arrive in the foreign lands that are controlled by the Earth Crystal and unknowingly join the ranks who resists the supremacy of the crystals.

The paths of three young women cross when opposing forces collide.

I have written an epic fantasy series that contains four books. The story has strong romance elements (straight, sapphic, and poly) and several strong female characters. Lately, I have been thinking of translating the series into English. I still need to think about the names of the books and the series since I don't want to use literal translations.

[travels-of-david]

High elven songs

Blessed are those who experience the music of the high elf, for they hear angels descend from heaven. 

Do not take my words without caution. I have seen many of a high elf sarande with their voice, seducing even the hardest and coldest men and women for a night of pleasure. No, I do not speak of those who use the voice they were given for vice and debauchery. I speak of the cities on the mountains in the north east, the cities hidden by clouds. 

 One day, as I was returning from a journey to the southern forests, I received an invitation to a dinner with a nobleborn high elf. While I was no guest of honour, I was to be a source of entertainment and to bring stories. Despite not heading towards the north west, I found myself arriving at the hidden mountain range and Mount’ Rawdun to visit the city of Astaras. The journey itself was fraught with danger, perhaps another story for another time. 

To say high elves sing is an understatement and cannot encompass what they truly do with their voice when they raise it into a tune. Their use of instruments, much like their counterparts in the forests of the south, is limited. It is not, however, primitive or earthly, rather it ascends one to the heavens. 

The harp is one of the few instruments that the high elves use. The harpist trains for thousands of hours until their fingers bleed in order to understand their instrument. The soft strumming of the harm is played during major meetings and dinners. The richest of the high elves have a hired hand just to play the harp as they dine and talk with their friends. Another I have seen in use was the flute. Much like their counterparts, the flautist will practise until there is no breath left in their lungs and their mouths are dry in order to make sure each note is perfect. 

The most common instrument, however, is their voice. Elves do not sing alone, rather what is known as relwyn. The closest translation we have is a group of musicians, a choir of sorts. They range in size anywhere from three to seven and together raise their voices as one. Each one has a specific part to play in the song they sing. One may only do low notes, another may only hold the melody, another to do the high notes. But they all follow the same piece of music and sing together. 

High elf music in a sense is not far off our own. It is not something that holds the city together but rather something they clearly enjoy doing. Those who wish to play music must choose one field, however. One who sings can never play the flute, the flautist can never pluck the strings of the harp and the harpist may never sing. This is to ensure purity amongst their ranks, to make sure no one is confused on what note is to come next. 

I was gifted to see a sheet of music to one of their shorter pieces. It was there, I learned, that each harpist, flautist and singer writes music. The pieces they write entirely revolve around their instrument and yet, there is always a harpist who knows how to match a singer and a singer who can match a flautist. I also learned that they write down their music to memorise it. Due to the length of their songs (I have heard some can be months long), the high elves record the notes. Upon being called to sing, they will memorise the notes and play. This means, in order for the elves to be booked, they must be done weeks, if not months in advance. 

High elves will never sing an extract of a song. There is no one verse, the song is a song, a whole piece and if even one part is taken out, it is said it can ruin the piece. For this reason, when I asked to sing along with them for a bit, they gave me their shortest piece of music to memorise. When I say the stones sang along with us and the sky sighed, I do not exaggerate. Being a witness to a high elf sing is an experience I would insist upon but being alongside them made me truly ascend and understand how powerful their music truly is. It is not for the faint of heart as I had to hold continuous notes for nearly forty seconds and by the end of the hour, I feared I would have lost my voice. 

After my visit to Astaras, I found myself catching a ride with a high elven trader. He informed me of how he missed the singing of the relwyn and had not had time to visit home and experience it. For the first time in my life, I found myself being the envy of a high elf. In the later parts of my sojourning, I met a high elf bard, who despite his efforts to serenade me only reminded me of the relwyn and the piece I had sung with them. When he opened his mouth, I heard not the flowery voice that so many hear, I heard the truth. An untrained tongue that couldn’t hold a note for the length I had once. 

[upwords1990]

Author Karen Vaughan

Dead on arrival (LAURA & GERRY MYSTERIES Book 1) Kindle Edition

#booktok #authorscommunity #booksie #mystery #murder #humor

by Karen Vaughan

[moodboards-or-cheese]

Hello!

My name is Sadie, but I’d rather go by Luna Astara, and I’m 15. 16! I like to make moodboards for fun, and I’m happy to take any requests!

You don’t have to pay, I just find it fun and I like a challenge!

You can send a request for a name, aesthetic, idea, really anything! I’ll try my best, I’m not going to be perfect but dammit if my perfectionism won’t try. (You can also request a specific size!)

Have a good day!

I’ll link the moodboards below, please don’t take them and repost elsewhere, I worked hard on these, finding the right pictures, vibes, and making sure you couldn’t see any white from the canvas! Thank you! <3

Sadie

Luna•II

Books, music, and movies

Korah

Alex

Elvira

Happy Halloween!

Milky Way emoji 🌌

Astara

[artistic-lightcycle-tes]

Watching Lucien from The Void - part 2

Terenus: I don't like him. He's way too dramatic. Is he trying to be mysterious? Poser.

Astara: you are exactly like him.

Terenus: *inhale* excuse you???

[pumpkincentaur]

WIP INTRODUCTION: THE LADY DRESSED IN BLOOD

In the Alabaster Imperium, all those cursed with magic are property of the Emperor.

They are his soldiers, his servants, his stalwart tools of reign and rule.

But a storm brews beneath the Pale Throne, and the scales have just been tipped.

An orphan raised in a remote mountain village on the borders of the formidable Alabaster Imperium, Sevka was born with the uncanny ability to mold the flesh and bone of living things. But this power is no gift—Sevka is an Astara, or star-witch, cursed by the actions of a being that left the world long ago. By imperial decree, she should be the Emperor’s personal property. By religious doctrine, her tainted soul will vanish into nothingness the moment she dies instead of returning to the stars. But a curse laid by her mother—an Astara herself— before her death prevents Sevka from leaving the mountains, so she hides under the guise of a mundane healer, keeping her secret lest the people of her village kill her for it.

The Gods do not love the star-witches, after all, and neither do their people.

When a military incursion from across the border destroys Sevka’s village and forces her to reveal the true nature of her abilities in order to survive, she’s discovered by another Astara and the imperial military and taken to the Snow Palace, where the Imperium’s most powerful Astari live at the Emperor’s whim. There, she is taught to embrace her power as a gift... but a gilded cage is still a cage, and the luxuries of the palace cannot hide the Emperor’s intent to use his Astari as weapons in his fight to expand the Imperium across the world and back again.

Caught between her status as one of the most powerful Astari the world has ever seen, and the dire warnings of the bastard prince who serves beside her as the realm’s foremost living weapon, Sevka must choose a side. A bloodstained life of luxury earned through unquestioning obeisance, or an even bloodier path to freedom that will tear everything she knows asunder?

Whatever Sevka chooses, the world will pay the price. It always does, doesn’t it? That’s how the story always goes.

WIP INFORMATION

Genre: dark fantasy/romance

Series or Standalone: book 1 of 3 in the Fleshwitch trilogy

Expected Word Count: 120,000ish upon completion

WIP Page: here (also linked in the title above)

WIP Tag: #ldb

Themes & Tropes: the narrative as a prison | they’ve been dead since the beginning | imperialism | tragic heroes | villain protagonists | corruption arcs | black and grey morality | maybe if we tell it again they’ll be okay this time | (we know they’re not going to be okay this time or any other time but we’ll tell it again anyway)

More information under the cut. If you’d like to be added to the taglist for The Lady Dressed in Blood, please let me know, either by responding to this post or sending me an ask!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND WE’RE BACK IN BUSINESS, BABE E!!!!!!!!

Yes, it is I, your number one hyperactive knucklehead writeblr, with yet another WIP. I promise I’m serious about this one... like, for real. It’s something special, I think.

“But Delaney, what about UHT????” UHT still exists, it’s not gone from the blog, as you can see. It’s just... taking a nap. I’ve really been through it this year and took a good hard look at UHT, and in doing so I realized that it’s not the WIP I should be working on right now. It needs some serious work on a conceptual level that probably requires a bit more experience on my end, and so LDB is here to fill the gap.

And, God, I LOVE this project. It’s a love letter to tragic literature as well as what many supposedly-YA romances could be (THIS IS NOT YA. I REPEAT LDB IS NOT YA). It’s a treatise on the way stories work and the way telling a story is really just committing a murder and dragging the corpses around on a stage. It’s a promise of so much more to come, and a small, small piece of a very big world. It’s not the first step, but the next step, and we all know that the next step is the most important one a man can take...

But, this is my project for NaNoWriMo 2022!! It is here and oh boy I hope y’all are ready for it.

TRIGGER WARNING: It kind of says it on the tin, but, uh, the main protagonist of this series is pretty much a fleshbender. This is a dark fantasy project, and it’s going to have some triggering stuff in it. Said stuff includes: body horror, blood, gore, murder, death, manipulation, emotional and physical abuse, imperialism, war, and more. There will also be NSFW scenes that proooobably aren’t going to make it to Tumblr, but I’m undecided on that as of yet. As per usual, I’m not going to let anybody go into engaging with this project without warning them about the big stuff first. Any triggering or NSFW content relating to this project will of course be tagged appropriately.

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Swami Parampanthi - Creative Self-Transformation Through Meditation - Astara - 1975

[authorastara]

𝔙. ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔰 𝔄𝔪𝔬𝔯; 𝔞 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢.

— created on: August 8, 2024

— Tecum Vivere series (book five.)

— genre: contemporary romance, LGBTQ+

— character trope: secret relationship.

— plot trope: slow burn, forbidden love.

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— being the sister of a world famous actress and musician wasn't easy for Zuri Silva, especially when she was also an influencer. she had no privacy when she was in public, but she liked the attention either way. Zuri never had any problems with the attention of her fans, and her sister's fans, until she met Aishlinn Quine. she wanted to meet her expectations, and she craved her attention. but falling in love with a person who was the same gender as her screamed controversy. yet, as time had passed, she couldn't bring herself to care. the only thing Zuri and Aishlinn wanted was to keep their relationship a secret from everyone else. even that proved to be difficult when their friends had started to become suspicious.

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main characters:

Zuri Haelyn Silva.

Aishlinn Quine.

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©2024 authorastara.

— Astara Yvette.

[tanarosethewriter]

The Ama Rose Book Club

Book Quotes

The Woman In The Window, A.J. Finn

“Ad Astara Per Aspera” “Through adversity to the stars”

@the_ama_rose_book_club

tanarose-thewriter.com

[afi-mukami]

💘 - Favourite line from a fic/hc I've finished?

💀 - Least favourite character to write for?

👻 - Random fact about the writer?

😡 - One word you always spell wrong?

🤍 - Favourite writing trope?

🖤 - Least favourite writing trope?

Writer/Follower Ask Game

💘 - Favourite line from a fic/hc I've finished?

These are always so hard to pick up! But here is something anyway:

"As if Ruki didn’t get enough kicks from being the master. As if you didn’t."

From His Realm to Conquer. Please note that this fic is NSFW.

💀 - Least favourite character to write for?

Hmm... Do I have one? Maybe I do... but not in my current projects. I really struggled when I was writing my book Veden vaisto with Astara. I know that doesn't tell you anything and it's not even a fic. But anyway.

I love every character of mine, Astara too. But when I was writing Veden vaisto I was in a really bad place mentally and Astara kind of had something I had just lost. I hated her back then and writing her was a struggle because of that. I couldn't change the storyline anymore though because it was the third part of the series. So... I went through with it. And maybe it was good, maybe readers didn't see my struggles.

But now I'm okay again and I don't hate Astara anymore. She deserved what she got. 💖

👻 - Random fact about the writer?

I started writing when I was 7 years old.

😡 - One word you always spell wrong?

Fantasy... it always turns out as "fatnasy" for the first try. 🤣 And this can become I kind of a problem when you write about Final Fantasy series quite a lot...

There are probably some Finnish words too, but now I can't remember any... 😅

🤍 - Favourite writing trope?

Gosh! I don't know! I love kabedon scenes 😳 but I haven't written too many of those.

I don't know if I use tropes that much, at least knowingly. I don't actually think about these things too much when I write, I kind of go with the flow, and sometimes there are tropes in my stories, sometimes not so many... I think.

Oh, now I know! I really love writing situations when the couple needs to be close to each other for some reason, like hiding in a closet or something. But I haven't written that one either for the longest time... maybe I should... hmm...

And I like when the love interest saves the MC. I know it's more like a cliche and that not everybody loves that... but I can't help what I like, I guess.

Oh, and I don't know if it's a trope or not... but I totally love strong and dominant female love interests when the MC is also a woman... 😘

And... good girl & bad boy combination. 😳

🖤 - Least favourite writing trope?

Waah! What could it be? There is probably something but nothing comes to my mind!

I guess this is more of a cliche than a trope but sometimes I find it boring if a romance story ends with marriage and kids. I mean... it's fine but it's so common, so sometimes I wish more fresh good endings.

Though sometimes marriage and kids feel just right, so... I don't know. 😂 And I totally have written a couple of those too... but not all my endings are like that.

[areiton]

Cap-Ironman Rec Week - Friday

First Five Stony Fic I Read: 

open field in front of him by orphan_account

Steve Rogers's football season is functionally over after a loss to Rutgers, but he finds a distraction in Tony Stark (yes, THAT Tony Stark). A college AU Stony fic.  

hold your fire by JenTheSweetie

He watched Tony eat an entire steak and listened to him talk about the work he was doing on the Milano while he downed glass after glass of expensive scotch. Just as Steve was about to suggest they head back to the jet, Tony finished his last glass, put it down firmly, and said, "I want to blow you."

Steve stared at him.

"Let's get a hotel room," Tony said, like that was that, and somehow - and Steve never could explain how, not then and not now and not later - it was.

stay with me (home is where your mind is) by sara_holmes  

Where Steve doesn’t quite die, ends up stranded in the multiverse and would quite like to know how the hell so many versions of himself ended up sleeping with Tony Stark. Well, that’s going to make things a tad awkward when he gets home.  

feel whole again by thepartyresponsible

Steve turns to leave. It’s easier to talk, somehow, when he’s not looking at him. “If you need anything,” he says, “I’m just a few floors down.”

“Might regret that, Cap,” Tony says to his retreating back. “I’ve been told I’m needy.”

Steve doesn’t know who the hell said that to Tony. It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t.

“It’s an honor,” he says, a little helpless, out of his depth and out of his time. “It’s an honor to be trusted with something like that, Tony.”

lost boy by NotEvenCloseToStraight

Steve has eight weeks to finish studying for and pass his bar exam. And its going rather well, until 20 year old boy genius Tony walks into the same library, and sits at the same table.  Steve doesn't usually go for kids like Tony- young and irresponsible, ripped jeans and eye liner, and a tongue ring that is way more distracting that it should be.  Oh, and Tony is high as a kite, studying his physics text book.  Steve should look away, but he cant stop staring, and Tony is staring right back, more than a little interested in the serious blonde with the cute glasses and big shoulders pushing against that button up.  A stand up guy like Steve could be good for a troubled kid like Tony. But maybe a punk kid like Tony is good for a guy like Steve as well.

First Five Stony Fics I Wrote: 

tastes like sugar (ashes on my lips) 3k 

“Bananas taste wrong,” he says, contemplatively staring.

Tony snorts and finishes his half of the sandwich. “That whole thing tasted wrong, Cap.”

border state 400 

They exist in the in-between 

ad astara - 21k

The first time he kissed Tony Stark, the stars danced overhead.

smeared glitter - 907 

There’s glitter on their dark blue sheets.

Glitter on his face, caught in his beard and starlight bright in dark hair he still dyes with a fanatic insistence. 

wonderland - 34k

Six weeks after being abandoned in Siberia, Tony wakes in a Tower, next to the man who broke his heart and his trust. But the world--whatever Wonderland world they’ve landed in--isn’t like their own. The Avengers are happy here. Tony and Steve are married here. With a direct line to Steve’s emotions and the team that he’s always wanted--Tony is more than a little tempted to stay. Seeing how happy Tony is, how healthy Bucky is--Steve doesn’t disagree. But there are cracks in Wonderland and the shiny paint peeling might leave a nightmare behind--one that Tony and Steve will need each other more than ever, to escape.  

[upwords1990]

Author Karen Vaughan

Dead on arrival (LAURA & GERRY MYSTERIES Book 1) Kindle Edition

#booktok #authorscommunity #booksie #mystery #murder #humor

by Karen Vaughan

[robotslenderman]

Dark Brotherhood Notes: General Information from the 2nd Era

Master post

This covers only information directly uncovered in the DLC; I didn’t go out of my way to find books or anything. Feel free to add stuff in the notes if you want, and I’ll add it here and credit so people can find it later.

According to Terenus it’s been really difficult for the Brotherhood to get a foothold in Vvardenfell, but he doesn’t say why. One would think it’s due to the Morag Tong, but mainland Morrowind doesn’t seem to be an issue.

Speakers don’t ask clients why they want someone assassinated.

According to Astara, it’s general practice for Brotherhood assassins, at least in the Gold Coast Sanctuary, not to discuss the past. However, some members are still open about it by their own accord.

Assassins killed by the Black Dragon include Van and Durisa. Later on we find out there’s another one, Symdul, who was killed the week before Cimbar, but nobody mentions him at all. No indication is given as to why -- it can’t be that he was new, as Van was and people still mentioned him anyway.

It’s not typical for assassins to die on the field, as Astara notes, which was why the Brotherhood was so alarmed as to get three in a row.

The Gold Coast Sanctuary was made after the Kvatch Sanctuary had structural issues; a wall of the Speaker’s bedchamber collapsed into a massive natural cavern. It happened a long time ago, but presuming that the Gold Coast Sanctuary was established right after, then Astara and Elam, at least, would have been in the Brotherhood at the time.

The Black Sacrament is legal in the Gold Coast.

Cimbar was the first member of the Dark Brotherhood to be captured alive and tortured, but the loading screen for the estate he was held in notes that screams have been heard from there before.

This Sanctuary doesn’t seem overly religious towards the Night Mother/Sithis, or even that religious at all. While 4E Falkreath openly mocks the DB’s religion, and 3E Cheydinhal’s seems intensely religious, most of the Sanctuary seems rather indifferent to the Night Mother, and indifferent to Family members worshipping someone else, such as Hildegard’s worship of the Eight -- excepting possibly Astara. (See “Astara” for more information on this.)

The dining hall in the Gold Coast Sanctuary is big enough that the Sanctuary might have quite a few visitors over at a time. This, or the Dark Brotherhood has more members in the Sanctuary than we actually see. (See “Elam Drals” for more information on this.)

Someone in the Sanctuary either fishes and hunts rabbits and pheasants, or buys the corpses, as you can find them strung up in the kitchen.