#cassiopeia Nigella

[dabblingreturns]

I've been assuming this but I might be wrong.

In John's cryogenic group

C- was legal.....(do much legal around human experimentation) she supplied the bodies

G- was a an Mechanical Engineer with a focus of life support design. He created a physical space to put the bodies

M- doctor dealing with the body as a system. She was the one who checked if the process could harm the bodies

A- biochemistry dealing with the molecular processes inside each cell. He was the one who created new ways to change the chemical makeup of the bodies

John- biologists with a focus of cells and preserving life on the most basic level. He tried to find some way to preseve to the bodies

[domibomz]

BIRTHDAY GIIIIIRL!!! everyone helped with the cake (except alecto but shes just happy to be invited tbh) @ghostsessioned birthday :3

[frontlinebicepsoftheninth]

i so badly want to do a group cosplay of pre-resurrection dios apate like right after john got the powers. just running around a con in character frantically arguing over geopolitics in negotiation strategy and which streaming platform will garner the widest audience for a God Reveal™ without getting us shadowbanned

[lylikers]

some pre res lyctor designs&doodles

[derseprinceoftbd]

Imagine the unbearable pain of Alfred Quinque. Only person in the commune with a Real Job. I'd have killed myself way earlier.

[2plolo]

Me, in the dead of night, delicately whispering my desperate pleas into the universe,

PLEASE DONT LET ALL THE OG LYCTORS BE WHITE, PLEASE DONT LET ALL THE OG LYCTORS BE WHITE, PLEA

[multifunctionalnitroglycerin]

Six for the Truth, over Solace in Lies

And to celebrate Pride month, here is another tlt skull design! I know it's been a hot minute but I haven't rly been in a good enough mood to draw for a while now. And since exams are coming closer, here is the Nerd House Skull. Let's hope out favourite nerds inspire us in the coming weeks ;)

For Cassie, and Nigella, Cam, Pal, and Paul, and all the colorful people on the Sixth.

Link for my Fifth House skull -and a lil sth extra - here Link for my Seventh House skull here. Link for the Eighth House skull here Link for my Ninth House skull here.

Take care of yourselves, till next time!

[mellori]

Read the Unwanted Guest and all I can think about is Cassiopeia and Varun. Palamades fought Ianthe for what felt like weeks and in real time it was all but instantaneous.

Varun fell dormant for a quote-unquote "good century" after eating Cassiopeia.

What the hell happened in there? Did she fight him for a century of weeks-long seconds? Was Nigella there?

[jbm04]

Ahhh everything's coming up Millhouse.

Hot day at work but it went okay.

The new place is falling apart but it's fixable and hasn't burnt down (yet).

And just now I see @thewinterstale has updated their awesome Cass/Nigella fic!

first girlfriend, last girlfriend

Highly recommended!

[forgetfulfish]

Seeing as most people didn't get brought back with memories, do you think John told them they were married? Or did he just let Cassiopeia unknowningly kill her wife?

[skydaemon]

today on tlt parallels i can't explain but that set me off like a beagle hearing the postman: john growing c-- and n-- flowers with teeth for their wedding + growing kiriona a construct body with teeth in all the wrong places

[thermodynamic-comedian]

thinking about the scene in htn where everybody's talking about what they think mercy's sketch of a resurrection beast looks like, and both harrow and john agree that it sort of looks like a flower.

and then i fucking realized that flowers are significant to both of their stories.

harrow's is somewhat obvious: "the first flower of my house", gideon nav.

but john grew flowers for cassiopeia's and nigella's wedding. the flowers that went a little wrong, the flowers that had teeth.

idk man im thinking thoughts and perhaps feeling feelings

[wofworld]

i'm calling it right now that the wedding in alecto the ninth is going to be ianthe and kiriona. i don't have any reasonable evidence to support this but i just feel it in my bones and want this on record for when the book comes out and i turn out to be sooooo right.

[stars-and-birds]

how am i supposed to be able to tell which lyctor C— is like a third of them start with C

[dakethumoses]

radical tlt theory is that. i think most of the canaan house necro/cav pairs at least have a loose parallel w/ one of the original disciple pairs. this could very easily be jossed by a canon fact i cant think of or by new info abt any of the original pairs tho

[celira]

day 24

Cassiopeia stared down at the note. It had been one thing to wake up to half a cold bed – missing the human furnace that she would sometimes unconsciously punt away from her in the middle of the night no matter how entwined and loved up they started out – but it was another thing entirely to get an accounting of reasons why.

She stood jerkily and shoved open the door to their quarters. On autopilot, she lurched down the long corridors, down the familiar twists and hatches, down down down – they'd curled around one another, rocked by the knowledge of what John had tacitly endorsed, of Cristabel and Alfred had done, of what was expected of them – they'd whispered affirmations and reassurances into one another's ears – they'd done the numbers –

Oh, the reasons weren't important, at the end of the day. The matter-of-fact acceptance, though, checking your math and letting the solution propagate through your proof unquestioningly – 

Darling girl, 

Tomorrow you will become a Lyctor and finally go where I can’t follow. 

The foregone conclusion. It was true. There was an expectation, and there was their God, and she had a sinking suspicion that both were more fallible than anyone dared let on. But after years of defying death, their time was up; it was boundless by the grace of said God only. The only thing she could do was buy more and anchor it somewhere beyond her reach.

Cassiopeia arrived at their study and threw open the doors. She reached the drafting table in six long strides, calmly drew out a fresh notepad from the stack of legal-sized sheaves they always kept on hand, and sat. 

Three hours later, she held a stack of contractual language and an envelope addressed to the fledgling governance of the Sixth House who monitored affairs in her absence. She stared at the documents for a moment longer, then clipped the note to the end. 

Abruptly, her heart seized, the physical pain undeniable, tangible, already reaching for its missing half, learning the contours of how to miss something before it was gone.

Let their House archive a memento of the two of them, too, when all other memory of them failed.