#astrae's wips

[astra-terrapin]

A little something I’m working on due to this repeatedly popping up in my head every single time I listen to Team Chaotix’s theme song.

[dandytron2000]

Been slowly chipping away at an updated lineup and I'm really proud of this Trillian design I've cooked up. It's probably not the final version but whatever. I think Trillian deserves to be a cool space biker.

[unsanctioned-if]

A portrait of Astra created by a very talented friend of mine, uploaded with their permission.

[strawberri-draws]

OC Wip I’m excited about :D

[akosisab]

Astra Yao wip :33

[innercircleminiatures]

Man these guys take forever to paint

[myownwholewildworld]

wip wednesday

thank you for the tag you lovely odi @joelmillerisapunk 💖

sharing a couple of snippets from my nasty Boston QZ!Joel oneshot and lovely Marcus from Per aspera ad astra ☺️ enjoy! x

(still) untitled Boston QZ!Joel oneshot:

warnings: 18+, mdni. noncon. “Where are ya?” he mumbled, lightly poking at the cabinet’s door with the tip of his boot, dragging out the moment. Joel heard you whimper, a hummed bleat that ignited the fire in his groin. Not being able to resist the call of your cries any longer, he crouched down and swung the doors open.

Your teary, widened eyes greeted him, just as if he had arrived at the gates of his own personal heaven. You were tucked away, your back pressing onto the melamine sheet, as you cowered into the corner. “Hi there, sugar,” he grinned, head tilted. As soon as his strong, broad hand wrapped around one of your ankles, you started kicking and screaming, his cock twitching in response. Careful not to be in the receiving end of your strikes, he pulled you out while you put up an admirable fight. You clawed at whatever you could find, all the grisly plushies and toys spilling out of the cabinet. “No! Let me go! STOP!” you yelled, a messy tangle of limbs kicking everywhere to free yourself from his grasp. With your belly flat on the tiled floor, Joel yanked at your ponytail until your back arched uncomfortably, his lips trailing your jugular as he straddled the back of your waist. “Yeah, fight back, kitten,” he grumbled in your ear, releasing his purchase on your hair.

drabble from the "Per aspera ad astra" universe:

warnings: grief. angst. mentions of death. “Did you offer your condolences to General Acacius, filia mea (my daughter)?” Your father’s question broke the trance you had sunk into, the bronze spoon falling from your trembling fingers onto the porcelain plate set in front of you. Leaning back, you looked at your father as if he had spoken a different language. Surely you misheard him — your mind still numb with grief, unable to process anything since you received the news of your husband’s demise. It had been three days and the gaping hole in your heart had only gotten bigger. Like an umbra lurking in the shadows, you had stayed in your shared bedroom, crying your sorrow onto Resius’ breastplate, hugging the last piece of him you would ever hold. You grieved for your love but also for the life you would never spend with him, for all those precious moments that would remain in your memory as what if’s gnawing at the confines of your mind. But now, right now, your pain lessened for a second, your brain focusing on something else. “What do you mean, Caesar?” you whispered, voice cracking in the last inflexion. The Emperor eyed you from across the dining table, silence lingering and stretching in the space between you. Your heartbeat picked up its pace, the wait almost forcing you up to stand on your feet. “General Acacius lost his heir at the battle of Sarmizegetusa. He has asked to return to Dacia to retrieve the body of his son and bring him back home for proper burial,” he explained with caution, watching your every expression.

not sure who to tag right now so if you see this, please consider yourself tagged!! 🤗

[firefly-factory]

Astra

I finally (mostly) finished this drawing of Astra!!!

The reason I say "mostly" finished is because I think I'll keep adding to the library over time! I originally had it all beige and undefined, but then thought it would be fun to actually draw in fics I've read recently.

Special thanks to @changelingsandothernonsense (author of Sleepers Awake) and @skyrim-forever (author of We Will Find a Way and The Book of Love) for letting me add your stories into my art. I really love y'all's work and can't wait to read more <3

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A little bit of character lore for Astra:

One thing that I almost forgot in the earlier draft of this painting was Astra's war paint.

Astra's mother, Elowyn, was a Priestess of Mara, and had a symbol of Mara tattooed on her forehead. After Elowyn's death, Astra started to wear war paint in imitation and honor of her mother.

Although she doesn't tend to tell people, another reason why she began wearing her war paint was because it made her look less like her father, Ancano.

She met him for the first time when he delivered the news of Elowyn's death, and it was jarring to hear such horrible news from a stranger that looked just like her.

She hasn't gotten the marks tattooed for a few reasons. The first is that her mother's tattoo was done as part of her initiation into the Temple, and Astra doesn't want to accidentally disrespect something her mother held sacred. The second is that she's come to like the ritual of daily applying the warpaint like makeup. Even in the most hectic of days, it gives her a moment to sit and be still for a moment.

[thegodemperorsmycopilot]

[surroundedbypearls]

The Seal and the Ravens

Prologue: Astra II Queen Mara tells Astra's brothers of their fate.

Excerpt below the cut!

Mara slid the key from around her neck and unlocked the door. “What you’re about to see, my darling, might frighten you. And it is a frightful sight. Take my hand.”

Bram clung to her hand as she opened the door and they stepped inside. The room was dark, the only light filtering in from the corridor, their footsteps echoing on the floor. But the caskets were still visible, lined up along the wall. One, two, three, four, five. Just the sight of them made her skin crawl. The urge to take an axe and cut them to pieces tightened her grip on Bram’s hand, but instead she said, “My dear Bram. These boxes are for you and your brothers. Should my next child be a girl, your father will kill you all, and bury you in these. Do you see?”

Mara sank to her knees and held Bram’s hands in hers. His fingers trembled as he gripped onto her, but his expression was solemn and steadfast. It kept her anchored.

“Listen to me carefully. I need you to get Vesper and bring him here. And your nurse, as well, Clove. Don’t tell anyone about this. Do you understand?”

Bran returned with Vesper and Clove close behind. Clove baulked at the sight of the caskets; she knew about this room and its curse, of course, but she had never seen the inside. Vesper looked as though Bram had already told him what the rooms as for. His cheeks were stained with tears.

He was tall for his age, a strong, lean boy of ten years. She placed her hands on his shoulders and said, “Vesper, dear. There is something you must do for me. It’s very important. You will be going with Clove for a while, and you must promise me that you will help her to take care of your brothers. Do you promise?”

Vesper nodded, reaching out as Bram fell into his arms. She tidied the hair from his forehead, her dear oldest, before she turned to Clove.

“Do not tell me where you are taking them,” she said, softly. “It’s better that I don’t know. When the baby is born, I will have the servants raise a flag from the highest mass. White for a boy, and red for a girl. If the flag is red, you must promise to send the boys somewhere safe. They must be kept hidden. They must not be seen in Iarannor if the flag is red.”

Clove hid the five little princes in a southern district of Iarannor’s great city. She kept them fed and well-cared for, as she had promised, and sated their questions about if they could go home with, “Perhaps, my dears.”

When the time came that she should expect Mara’s baby to be born, she would climb to the top floor of the house where she had a view of the palace’s flags. Each night, she would tell the boys that their little brother or sister had not been born just yet, and so they would have to wait.

Then, one evening, Clove climbed to the highest point of the house and spotted the crimson flag waving among the spires of the palace. Her blood ran cold at the sight, her heart aching for those dear children. She climbed back down the steps to where the five boys waited and told them, sombrely, “Your mother has had a baby girl. You will have to leave Iarannor before sunrise.”

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[driftingmoonmenace]

uh oh uh oh uh oh that pink DCA oc is actually turning out really cute help 😭😭

[jacobpking]

More progress on my Imperial Guard Gurkhas, the Himajaran Rifles Regiment

[dogchow-the-painthanded]

The Death Korps of Krieg, nice working with blue for a change. Painted them for a friend a while ago, fun being able to see them in action after they were unpainted for such a long time.

Don't mind the explosive ordinance specialist's arm, cost of the trade.

Based we're also super fun to make and taught me just how much good bases can do for a team.

[astra-dark]

Vash plushie update!

I finally got my embroidery machine back from the shop the other week so I can finally get back to working on shop orders!

I’m currently working all the Vash plushies from the first preorders. I have all the pieces cut out (including clothes) and mostly sewn together so I’ll be embroidering all of their faces this weekend!

[strawberri-draws]

WIP of western! Pluto (oc)

[ravenmoreart]

Nothing like a flying lasgun.

I feel like getting back to these two for a couple more sessions.