Quill A.M. Aster || Writer

Update: I cracked 💀 sorry to WIP#1, but I am putting it aside for now and working on this new idea, because it was gnawing at my brain so bad I could barely think about anything else 😅

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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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#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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#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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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.)

#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.)

#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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There is absolutely nothing as frustrating as being a solid way through a WIP and then getting a new idea that is so compelling you can't stop thinking about it no matter how hard you try...help 💀🪦

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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.)

#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.)

#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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Contrary to yesterday's post, today I...didn't write 😅 instead, I went all the way back through my outline and changed like half of it. So...productive day anyway, I guess?

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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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#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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Chapter 5 first draft for the latest WIP done! I'm trying to get as much finished as possible before uni starts up again, because I know I'm immediately going to get SWAMPED...💀😅

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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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#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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Chapter 4 of the latest WIP done! It feels so good to get back into the groove. I have a medical procedure tomorrow that will take most of the day, but I'll definitely start up again the next day💚🫡

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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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#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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Today, I wrote chapter 3 of my newest WIP. I always forget how much I love writing when I take a break, and then I start up again and it is the best feeling in the world 💚

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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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#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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#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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#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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#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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#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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#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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#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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My name is Farley Clearbrook, and I know what naiun means. In the language my witchmother taught to me, naiun is one of many words with no precise translation. It's the prey animal word, the idea of tomorrow never coming. You find it in the eyes of lambs when their legs don't work. In absence. Rarely, but too often still, a woman in the birthing pool gets naiun, when I tell her to push and she can't hear me, because she knows before I do that I've failed them both. I'm grateful for it; it's a very valuable tool for witches. It lets you know when to give up. It's never wrong. To try and fight it would waste a lot of resources and risk further harm. One of my apprenticekin, a girl two years older than me, once spellcast herself into a week-long coma trying vainly to save a baby girl who was naiun. She couldn't accept that she was already gone, heart beating, eyes empty, her mind as clear as our sacred pond. I think it's a defense that saves your final moments, sent from the Black Fawn to protect your mind from what you're about to go through and allow you peace instead. It's mercy. It's a sanctuary you want more than anything. It's the way I feel every time Caspen takes a breath. But I get to shake it off and come back to my senses after a moment. I think Caspen exists in naiun. Moving. Sometimes breathing. A heartbeat slow, a stillpond mind, eyes shrouded by the gauze of the veil. But still here. Not yet gone, though he should be. The Black Fawn ran East and left him behind. You see, Caspen is not alive.

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I'm so excited to be working on my first ever book! It's a m/m romantasy between a midwife witch who speaks with the element of water to work as a healer, and a necromancer's thrall clinging to the scraps of a life he lost.
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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.)

#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.)

#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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